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getoutofmytown · 2 years

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Chapter 18: Working As Intended

The men followed a trail of slowly closing doors. They charged across the hall overseeing the foyer and through to the east wing. Harry seized the vertical bar handle as the door to the guest rooms almost shut and flung it open. James ducked past him to be the first at the bend, and the author staggered after him. They studied the blackened hall, Harry catching his breath and the resident unmoved by the dash.

The combined power of the flashlights weren’t enough. In Silent Hill the dark worked differently, but in this particular instance it felt denser, and controlled. It devoured the cones meant to improve the field of vision and compacted them into tight circles. They crept guardedly down the stretch. Step by step the morphed spotlights cast menacing shadows across the back of a girl facing the solitary window.

One of the beams shuddered over her. The little girl wore her thick blonde hair in a high ponytail gathered by a hot pink scrunchie. The tail hung to her shoulders, brushing the snug blue plaid dress pulled over a pale pink knit sweater. She stood unevenly on a pair of feet that were missing a mate to a pink Mary Jane shoe, ending the mystery of her odd stride, and so exposed the dirty sole of the white socks that reached her calves.

James heard Harry’s breath hitch and hollow. The sight of the girl affected them both. James maintained his composure, and subconsciously, noticed his ward’s restraint had gotten better. Good. He depended on Harry’s will to keep it together.

Neither wanted to get too close. They stopped a collective four rooms away; close enough to engage, and edging the best distance for an escape. As though sensing the tension over her shoulder the girl rotated, revealing features that both men did, and didn’t, recognize. She smiled. “You’re really bad at hide and seek,” she cheerfully reprimanded as she swiveled side to side. “ I thought I was gonna have to make it easier. Next time you get stuck like that just call ‘olly-olly-oxen-free,’ okay? It gets really boring if you can’t use your brains.”

She proved to be a sassy little punk and her voice came sweeter than candy. For each man she gave a unique, cruel gift: the individual experience of hearing her words and tone in the perfect imitation of the little girls they once knew. It kept them shocked and silent. The child stopped her fidgeting, and her smile quickly vanished, then brightly returned. “Thank you for bringing me here,” she chirped, striking jolts of fear into her pursuer’s hearts. “I’m having a really great time with you.” Her voice welded the two distinct renditions of two different girls. Her ensuing call shifted the corridor into a reverberation chamber, converting tangled noise into a thunderous growl.

From James’s damp hair ushered the first beads of water, and knotted anguish forced a full-body, lasting shiver in Harry.

They heard their names. They heard them simultaneously clear as day and as an impure mash. The radio in James’s pocket earnestly gasped to life, and its too-belated warning did nothing to move them. Narrowed beams from their flashlights wildly strobed across the scourged child and witnessed a faithless transfiguration.

From head to toe her appearance rapidly cycled through no one and everyone. The father and murderer confronted their merged lifetimes of women whose lives had somehow impacted their own, and were projected as the little girls they formerly were. It didn’t matter if their childhood had been foreign to them or not. She was all of them instantaneously, and in her dizzying carousel of strangers and familiars, James and Harry independently recognized every single one they knew.

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#harry mason #james sunderland #laura silent hill 2 #silent hill #silent hill 2 #c: harry #c: james #c: laura #you snotty little brat #sv: monsters #osh: monsters #this is a commissioned piece #others' art #the lakeview hotel #isn't this the coolest thing you've ever seen???????????????#i'm blown away. i'm just. guys i'm knocked dead speechless honestly. you have no idea how cool this process has been #MAD skill and talent by tumblr user heather-garland THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR PATIENCE AND BLESSINGS

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fauvester · 4 months

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Ask Game for someone’s OC(s): ✨🍀🍎🍩 svsss ocs?

OOOOH DAAAAA MOSHANG KIDDOS!

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

I like making fankids... my cringe fandom achilles heel... and it would be funny if they weren't like golden halo protags and were instead kind of cringe.

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

OH THE MONEYSHOT!

My hot take is that moshang would earnestly do their best to parent but have a lot of baggage that would make it challenging to emotionally connect with children (in addition to 2-3 very time consuming logistical jobs taking up their time.) They're definitely the best parents in SVSSS but the bar is in the Abyss. They love them, but they're not always the best at showing it in a way that they understand.

Oldest son and crown prince Xuejiao (proud, spoiled, inclined to be lazy, prone to crippling migraines that render him indisposed and a bitch) gets along best with Qinghua. Both of them collect palace gossip and like to micromanage; Qinghua gets back into writing and Xuejiao enjoys proofreading while lounging on his father's bed like he owns the place (not the smutty stuff, though, at least he's not supposed to read that.)

He and Mobei Jun have a respectful but distant relationship. I think deep down XJ has some shame that he isn't as proactive about preparing for and fighting for the throne as MBJ, but as a teen he doesn't want to enough to do something about it so he just avoids those feelings by avoiding his father. They're both very aloof and really need a sticky extrovert to bring them out of their shells..

Tiehan by all accounts should get along best with Qinghua because he's the BAAaAaAaAbY and he's small and smiley and very very talkative. But that's all superficial, and underneath that thin layer of cultivated silliness he's as mercenary and brutal as any demon. Mobei Jun is happy to have a child that jumps at the chance to go on hunting trips and put down minor rebellions with him (XJ is NOT leaving his chaise lounge to go OUTSIDE, THANK YOU.) He tramps around in muddy shoes and brings beasts into the palace. Qinghua feels a little guilty that he really can't stand to be around his youngest for more than an hour at a time.

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

Other than Various influences in the Northern court that initially conspired to try to poison the crown prince as a baby (those influences are no longer present, or living, and have been rendered unto a soup like homogenate) the closest thing either has to a nemesis is probably the head disciple of Bai Zhan Peak that Xuejiao was inflicted on. She's a jock and a bit of a bully but in her defense her new shidi (who she was NOT consulted on the admission of into her cohort) is arrogant, spoiled and completely disregards her authority. And she can't beat his ass too badly because Liu Qingge himself specifically brought him in to train (at Shang Qinghua's prostrated begging request)

It's always the lot of the Bai Zhan seniors to have beef with half demons, it's how things are done.

#sv3 #moshang #MY FUCKING UHHHHHHH SVSSS KID OCS!!!#mbj seeing young XJ reading military history like ah... he will be a fine strategist. XJ like ugh cant believe my lord father wont let me #read his FUN stories. im just going to sit here and imagine these generals making out.#tiehan... is probably literate...........maybe #i love that young MBJ was such a snotty spoiled little brat lol yes my king! bitch it up! pass it down to your heir!#i like to think that some of SQHs pathetic oily whimpering is a strategy to get people to underestimate him while he quietly outmaneuvers e #tiehan also tries to get people to underestimate him.. class clown short king then BAM! ice beam. ice beam and then you die #hides behind MBJ NOOO YOU CANT HIT ME IM JUST A LITTLE BABYYY. YOU WOULDNT HIT A LITTLE GUY WOULD YOU *knocking arrow* A LIL FELLA?!? HUH??#mbj mildly endeared because it reminds him of his gorgeous pathetic wet husband that didnt come crusading with them

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underwittingly · 8 months

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just remember that when i draw drarry harry is my self insert. i want to [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] draco but unfortunately we are dimensions apart so i will just get harry to do that for me! that being said i am actually very normal about him

#thoughts #draco has everything i love in a thing #his colour scheme is so SO SO good #he's a spoiled little brat and a twink and mean and morally grey #draco malfoy #i dont know how to explain it but he has this charm to him that only people who have gotten everything handed to them since birth have #in the self righteous and snotty way #that just makes you want to take something away from him #also it is human nature to want to desecrate beautiful things #i want to coddle and pamper and worship him but also cut him open at the same time!#ok i will stop now

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innocence-wont-save-you · 1 year

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Data Files: Pearl Conversation Log #2

{Pearl recovered from Unparalleled Innocence’s biological processing facility.}

[time data corrupted] - PRIVATE Unparalleled Innocence, Five Pebbles

FP: divert some of your nectar to me. i'm running low, and my citizens are requesting more. UI: wow, a 'please' would be nice FP: pleasantries are useless. be quick about it. they're being quite insistent. UI: fine, hold on for like two seconds UI: there. happy? FP: i suppose. UI: not even a thank you? FP: why do you even bother asking? UI: uh, because youre really fucking rude to me? and everyone else? whats wrong with you? FP: that's not important. UI: yeah sure whatever, thats what you always say UI: arent your citizens almost all gone anyway? just tell them no or something, they cant do anything about it FP: it is my duty as an iterator to provide for my Creators. are you not doing the same? UI: oh dont get hoity toity on me, i know you dont care. theyre all nearly dead anyway FP: you assume an awful lot. UI: whatever

#innocence won't save you #unparalleled innocence #five pebbles #data files #rain world #'why are you so rude' *is incredibly rude themself*#love writing innocence as a snotty little brat tbh

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honnelander · 6 months

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OK SO I HAVE THIS IDEA IN MY HEAD AND I HAVE TO TELL YOU, I can't stop laughing imagining that scenario xdxdxdxdxd

Well, then imagine go fish! Sanji takes (Y/N) to meet Zeff and Zeff being the good father he is, "accidentally" spoils the tea in front of everyone because he is so done with the drama around. 😂 😂 😂 😂

UMMM OK I LOVE THISSS!! this technically won't be go fish!Sanji BUT my interpretation of Sanji will pretty much always be like that.

here's Zeff "accidentally" spilling the beans about Sanji's affections for reader: (i can't believe this blew up to like 3k words rip)

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Zeff wasn't stupid.

He's been around the block a couple of times in his life and when Sanji's semi-regular letters to him had shifted from casual life updates and started to be more and more about details and little interactions he had with you, some girl Zeff had never met before, well, it was easy for the head chef to put two and two together: Sanji was in love.

And he was in love with you.

Now, while Sanji might not technically be his son by birthright, there was no way he didn't consider Sanji to be his own living and breathing kin, especially after everything they've been through together, 'pedigree' rules be damned.

Zeff truly loved that boy. Throughout their time together, he had raised Sanji from being a snotty-nosed brat into the respectable man that he was today and, in Zeff's mind, part of being a respectable man included knowing how to treat a woman properly.

Ever since he was a young boy, Zeff could see that Sanji took a special liking towards girls and then young women. The retired captain had lost count of the number of times he had to berate Sanji into getting back to work and to leave the wooing for after dinner service and his own personal time, but the scoldings never stuck. Sanji would always be Sanji, and that meant the lad had an endless wandering eye and a sharp silver tongue, no matter what.

To say that Zeff was sad to see Sanji go with Luffy that day was an understatement, he was devastated, but he knew, ever since he had held a knife to his throat during their first encounter, that Sanji was meant for bigger things. For things bigger than cooking up the same old dinner specials every night and breaking up drunk pirate fights on the regular. Sanji was bigger than the Baratie, so when Luffy had made his infamous offer to his pseudo-son, a part of Zeff was relieved because that meant that Sanji could finally start living the life he was always meant to live, and that was one of a pirate.

Zeff had also made peace with the very real fact that he might never see or hear from Sanji again. He (and Sanji) knew all too well how quickly something could go from bad to worse to life-threatening in an instant out on the open ocean, and if Luffy was truly determined to find the one piece and have Sanji join his crew, then Zeff knew that seeing him off that day was probably the last time he would ever see his son alive.

So, imagine his surprise when he received his first letter from him.

At first, he thought it was a joke, that one of the line cooks in the kitchen was pulling a cruel prank on him by writing him a fake letter in Sanji's unmistakable handwriting, but when he finally ripped open the envelope and found out that yes, Sanji did, in fact, write him a letter, well... it had actually brought a tear to his eye.

From that point forward, Zeff found himself eagerly awaiting Sanji's letters. He loved to hear all about the outlandish adventures that crew seemed to always find themselves in and it made Zeff nostalgic for his days at sea. There was never any return address, since the crew was constantly on the move, and Zeff expected as such, so he could never send a reply but that didn't mean he wasn't grateful for each and every letter he received.

Zeff should've realized that something was up though when Sanji had first mentioned you in one of his letters. Sanji's letters would come every couple of months and they, surprisingly, never mentioned any young lass or any other pretty girl he would meet during an island visit unless it was a woman they had ended up fighting.

So, when Sanji had first mentioned you to him, saying how you were the newest straw hat to join the crew, Zeff had thought it was just business as usual. However, what wasn't 'just business as usual' was when the rest of the letter had turned into a little biography about you; where you were from, how old you were, what your home life was like, that you had also agreed that 'oregano was for savages', etc., and the letter ended up being nearly ten pages long.

Then, after your 'introduction' in Sanji's letters to him, you were practically the subject of them all going forward, each one getting longer than the last. Gone were the letters detailing Sanji's adventures, and in came the letters describing the interactions you two had or what topics had come up in your conversations with each other.

At first, Zeff thought it was just another one of Sanji's infatuations (the boy was a huge flirt after all) but when more and more details were provided, and the letters started becoming longer, it was obvious to Zeff that Sanji was in love with you.

And why didn't Sanji just admit his feelings to you? He had no clue. Maybe it was partially his fault too, since Zeff never remembered having that 'what to do when you truly love a girl' talk with him, but he had hoped that Sanji would eventually be fed up with all the back and forth between the both of you and finally just confess already, but that declaration of "I confessed my love to her and she reciprocated" line never was brought up in any of the letters.

And Zeff was feeling himself go crazy the longer this went on. The 'drama' that was occurring between you both was driving him nuts and he vowed that if he ever saw Sanji and the rest of the straw hat crew at the Baratie again, that he would confess Sanji's feelings towards you for him. I mean... someone had to.

Then one day his lucky day came.

"Zeff!" a voice called out from the top of the stairs one afternoon before the day's first dinner service, a voice that Zeff thought he would never hear again. "There you are, you old shitbag!"

Immediately, Zeff stopped talking to the wait staff, turning his body to look up at where he heard the voice come from, his hands on his hips, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing: there was Sanji, a huge smile on his face, standing with practically the same crew that he had waved goodbye to nearly two years ago.

"Oi! Sanji!" Zeff yelled out, his own disbelieving smile lighting up his face. "I never thought I'd see your ugly mug around here again."

Sanji laughed at that as he quickly bounded down the stairs, enveloping him in a bear hug. "That makes two of us!" He pulled back, his blue eyes lighting up in pure happiness as he quickly took Zeff in, patting him on the shoulder as he said, "And look at you, you practically look exactly the same as the day I left you."

As Zeff took in Sanji's appearance, he realized that he couldn't say the same about him. Sanji looked older, not in a bad way, but in a more mature way. He looked like he was growing into the man that he was always meant to be.

And Zeff couldn't have been more proud.

"Well, I can't say the same about you little eggplant. You look like a seasoned pirate to me." Both of them dropped their arms off of each other and Zeff put his hands back on his hips. "You keepin' your feet dry?"

Sanji mirrored his pose, a small laugh escaping his lips as he looked down for a second. "Yeah," he said and looked back up at Zeff, a knowing glint in his blue eyes. "Yeah, I am."

Zeff knew right then that everything with his son was alright. "Good."

"Hey, uh, I wanted to introduce you to someone," Sanji started, looking slightly bashful as he looked back down at the floor and put his hands in his pockets. "She's the-"

"Girl from the letters?" Zeff said with a small knowing smile, finding it endearing how his normally smooth-talking son was suddenly acting about this girl. If he didn't know any better, Sanji looked nervous (and Zeff knew he was).

At his words, Sanji's gaze immediately snapped up to meet Zeff's, his eyes becoming slightly wider, a hint of panic within them, as he quickly looked back towards the rest of his crew that had just started to make their way down the stairs and towards them.

"The newest member of our crew," Sanji emphasized loudly, letting out a fake laugh as he looked back at Zeff pointedly.

"Right," Zeff relented with a small disbelieving laugh of his own. "'Newest crewmember'. Got it."

And when Zeff turned his attention towards the straw hats, he immediately knew it was you before you even introduced yourself. Sure, you were the only new face in the small group of familiar faces, but he had to give credit to Sanji, he had definitely captured your looks and essence in his letters.

Zeff's smile widened. You were cute. From just by looking at you, he could tell you were a sweet and kind soul, it was no wonder Sanji loved you. You definitely looked like the type of person who would do all those things that Sanji had spoken about in his letters and he immediately approved of you. If Sanji had stood there and introduced you as his wife instead of 'his newest crewmember', he wouldn't have had any objections to that at all.

"Zeff, this is y/n," Sanji started, gesturing a hand out to you, Zeff noticing the way his son's eyes softened just by looking at you. "And, uh, you already know everyone else."

Zeff looked away from Sanji and down at you, seeing that you already had your hand out to shake his, a nervous smile plastered on your face.

He liked you.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Zeff, sir," you said, shaking his hand. "I've heard so much about you."

Now, even though Sanji had corrected him before about you, it didn't mean Zeff wasn't going to say anything.

"Aw, come on now, the pleasure is all mine little lass," Zeff replied, shaking your smaller hand with his bigger one. "It's nice to finally meet the girl that Sanji raves on about all the time."

From his peripheral, he could see Sanji stiffen.

Your eyes widened, your hand going limp in his as you asked, "Raves on about? Who, me? T-to you?"

Zeff's smile only grew wider and more cheeky. "Oh yeah, all the time," he said casually, as you both dropped hands. He placed his hands on his hips again and nodded towards his son. "You should see just how much of his letters are about you. It's like I get a damn novel every other month about your relationship," he joked.

"Zeff-" Sanji started but Zeff wasn't done.

He was on a roll and nothing was going to stop him. The more he spoke, however, the redder your face became.

"Oh yeah," the head chef continued, "from as much as Sanji talks about the two of you, I thought you two were in a relationship and said 'I love you' to each other already."

After he said that, the room got quiet. You stood there, completely frozen with wide eyes and a flushed face, like a deer in headlights, while Sanji stood as still as a statue. The rest of the straw hats stood quietly behind you three with varying looks of shock and awe on their faces at the display before them.

"Sanji," Luffy said, breaking the awkward silence first. "You love y/n?"

"Luffy!" Nami hissed.

"I knew it!" Usopp loudly and proudly declared, pointing a finger to the sky as he turned and laughed at the rest of the crew. "See, the great captain Usopp always knows the sparks of true love whenever he sees it," he said, hooking his thumbs at the top of his overalls with a grin.

Zoro snorted and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right. You wouldn't know what true love looked like even if it smacked you in the face."

"Says the guy who doesn't have a girlfriend," Usopp smugly retorted with a laugh.

Before Zoro could say anything back, Zeff spoke up. "Hey, straw hats," he called, grabbing their attention. "Why don't you lot come into the kitchen and sit at the chef's table? I'll have Patty and the rest of 'em cook you a couple of steaks however you want, on the house. I'll even throw in a couple of beers too."

"I'm in," Zoro said without missing a beat as he started making his way towards the kitchen, not needing to be asked twice.

"Ooo, free beers? Show captain Usopp the way, please," Usopp said, following Zoro through the kitchen doors.

At the mention of meat, Luffy immediately perked up and forgot about the situation before him. "Steaks? Would it be possible to have more than one?"

"Sure," Zeff agreed easily and nodded towards the kitchen. "Eat too many though and I'll have you back on dish duty again to pay your bill."

"Deal," Luffy quickly agreed and followed after his first mate and sharpshooter.

With a shared look, Nami and Zeff started making their way towards the kitchen together, both ignoring you and Sanji.

"How do you like your steak cooked Nami?" Zeff asked conversationally before disappearing behind the kitchen's double doors.

"Medium rare, actually," Nami replied and slipped in after him, leaving you and Sanji all alone in the dining room.

It was quiet for a solid minute, neither one of you moving or making a sound.

"So," you started, clearing your throat and looking over at Sanji. "You, uh... told Zeff about me?"

But Sanji couldn't look at you. In fact, he was looking at everywhere but you. His cheeks were flushed pink and the tips of his ears were red. He looked down at the ground with his hands on his hips.

"Yeah," he said, forcing out a slight laugh that sounded more painful than anything. "I, uh, told him a bit about you. Could you tell?" he asked, a hint of painful and playful sarcasm in his tone.

You couldn't help but laugh at his attempt at a joke. You could feel your heart start to race as you slowly took a couple of steps closer to him. "Yeah, I could tell," you replied playfully. "You really love me, Sanji?" you asked him softly after a beat.

Turning his head to the side, you could see a blush crawl up his neck. It was so cute, you don't think you've ever seen Sanji be this flustered or embarrassed before. "Uh, well," he stammered, "I-I didn't want you to find out like this. I had a plan and everything. But Zeff and his big mouth had to ruin-"

"Sanji," you said simply, cutting him off. "Look at me."

Before obeying your command, Sanji took a deep breath, like he was bracing himself for the inevitable letdown and rejection he was used to receiving from women throughout his life.

When he looked down at you and met your stare, his eyes were filled with apprehension. "Yes?"

You wanted to do nothing in that moment but quelch his fears. "Oh, just come here," you said.

In one swift motion, you grabbed him by his tie and pulled him down into a kiss, capturing his lips with your own. You felt him stiffen in surprise, but once it hit him that you were, indeed, kissing him, he immediately relaxed and put his hands on either side of your face, his fingers entangling themselves into your hair, deepening the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your mouth moving in sync as you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach.

Was this real life?

After a moment, you pulled apart, panting slightly for air. You both looked at each other, faces flushed, neither one of you expecting to share your first kiss in the middle of the empty Baratie dining room.

"I love you too."

The smile that broke out across Sanji's face was brighter than the sun. But before he could say anything, you both could hear Usopp yelling from inside the kitchen.

"Guys! They kissed! See, I told you they would!" He declared loudly before turning away from the small circular window. "Zoro and Nami, you each owe twenty berry! Come on, pay up!" he laughed like a high roller that just won big, making his way back into the kitchen.

At the sound of loud protesting and groaning coming from the kitchen, you giggled, hiding your face in his chest from embarrassment.

"Oh god," you groaned.

"Aw come now, no need to be embarrassed, Madam," Sanji teased. "If they're placing bets on us, might as well give them a show to bet on, yeah?"

When you peeked up at him, you could see a mischievous glint in his eye as he scanned over your pretty face and back down to your lips before looking back into your eyes. His look made your heart skip a beat.

"Sounds like a plan to me," you answered with a small laugh before you pulled him back down to kiss him all over again.

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pretty-toru · 1 year

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lovesick┆gojo satoru

୧ genre: fluff

୧ wc: 1.4k

୧ synopsis: megumi is sick with a common cold, and gojo is simply lovesick for you.

Gojo Satoru convinces himself that he's not jealous.

How could he feel such a prickling and burning sensation in his lower tummy, slowly rising towards his heart making his blood boil and face grow hot just because you're nursing eleven-year-old Megumi back to health? The same little rascal that he had previously gotten into a spat with over something stupid and it doesn't help that the brat's sticking his tongue out and pulling down his lower eyelid taunting him.

But of course, you're too busy doting over sweet and innocent Megumi to notice. Too preoccupied with fluffing the pillows for the young boy to rest his poor head on, gently tucking him in with a cozy throw blanket, putting something on the platinum screen with the promise of brewing him a ginger-honey tea to make him feel better.

No matter how much Gojo tries to ignore Megumi, his facial muscles twitch and contort on their own in utter dismay and his Six Eyes zeroes in on the couch-ridden boy with his lips curling into a deep frown before sticking his tongue back at him.

"Come on, Satoru. Be nice to him, he's really sick." You say as you start the kettle and reach for a mug from the cabinet. Gojo's forced to acknowledge that Megumi wasn't faking the snotty nose and loud sneezes, but he still doesn't like the idea of losing to one smug child and giving him the satisfaction that he's secured his revenge which is your devoted attention. Maybe Megumi knew that his guardian would go a wee-bit insane being treated as a second thought but Gojo will never admit that it's working.

"Hey honey, you know what? I don't feel so good either. Here, feel my forehead." Gojo takes your hand and places it over his forehead to check if it's warm to the touch and he makes sure to do his best impression of looking pathetically sick—droopy eyelids, jutting his lower lip into a pout, and slumped shoulders to get your sympathy.

"Satoru, you feel perfectly fine. There's nothing wrong with you."

"I swear I'm not feeling well. My throat feels weird and scratchy, my body feels flashes of hot and cold, my head is pounding and it's killing me, and.." Gojo tries to convince you that he's experiencing every symptom he could think of and you knew he was determined to be sick. Between your "uh-huh" and "right" you decide to humor him as you follow his explanation and tried your hardest to hold back a smile when he throws in an exaggerated detail or two.

"Alright, you big baby. We can't have you feeling sick now, can we? Can't have the strongest sorcerer out of commission for long, hm?"

"Nope, that'd be very bad. As long as you drop everything and pour all your attention on me, I should get better in no time. No pressure or anything, but the world does kinda depend on it~" Gojo flashes you a toothy grin then quickly remembers that he's supposed to be sick and feigns a cough or two averting your knowing glance.

"Hmm, okay I'll see what I can do. Now come here, let's get you all nice and comfortable so you can get your much-needed rest and get well again." You lead him to your shared bedroom and reflect the covers back for him to climb onto the mattress and ensure he's warm and cozy as you pull the comforter over him. For someone who's supposed to feel horribly ill Gojo sure can't seem to wipe the smile off his face. "You seem a little too happy to be sick, don't you think?"

"Just glad that you'll be the one to help me get back my strength is all." Through his fluttering lashes, he sports the most innocent and angelic expression he can muster and you can't help the soft giggle given his stellar performance up until this point.

"Alright, if you say so. I'll get you something to eat, okay? I'll be right back."

As you're turning on your heel to head for the door, Gojo pouts and protests. "Wha- No sweet kiss to hold me over? You might be a while and I'll get lonely since you're not here to keep me company."

"Aw, sorry baby. But you know there's no kissing until you're all better. Can't get myself sick now that I have to look after you and Megumi, right? I promise you I won't be long."

"...Not even a forehead kiss? :(" He murmurs under his breath as he watches your back to him and eventually disappears into another room. Once Gojo's left to his own devices, he wonders how long it would take you to complete your task on hand. He fiddles with his thumbs and counts the passing minutes. One minute becomes five, five becomes ten, then ten becomes twenty and he suddenly cannot bear to be apart from you much longer and checks on you.

"Sweetheart, what's taking you so long? I thoug-" And there he stumbles across the answer to his own question. Megumi is being spoon-fed rice porridge by you because he claims that his arms are too weak to do it himself and you couldn't leave him starved in his condition. Gojo appears crestfallen and disgruntled in the throw blanket draped over his lanky body and with a small huff he grumbles, "So that's what you've been up to. Fine, fine I guess it's up to me to take care of myself, huh?"

"What's wrong with him? Is he sick too or something?" Megumi asks nonchalantly as he watches his mentor's dejected form return to his bedroom to sulk. You gently shake your head and offer the young boy a soft smile, but you do feel a little bad that your husband has been acting unusual lately hence his needy and clingy tendencies.

"He's just going through a phase, but don't you worry about him and focus on getting better, okay? I'll find a way to make it up to him."

When you enter your shared bedroom with a platter of breakfast in your grasp, you found Gojo hiding under the covers in an attempt of giving you his silent treatment. You place the serving tray of food on the nightstand and situate yourself on the bed beside him, smoothing your hand over his covered shoulder as he's laid on his side with his face away from you. "Satoru, my love, I've brought you breakfast."

With a soft shrug of his shoulder, he responds with a strained hum but you know it's just him being melodramatic because he could never truly be mad at you. "Do you wanna tell me what's on your mind? I'm all yours if you come on out from under the covers."

Gojo shifts his body weight around and tufts of white hair start to peek as he gradually pulls the blanket down until you meet his azure gaze and he receives your sweet smile. "Hey there, is everything alright? Did I do something to upset you?" The tender warmth of your hand finds its home on his cheek with a gentle caress and he sighs contently at the familiar touch. You're patient as you wait for him to gather his thoughts, your fingers moving to his soft tendrils in soothing motions and he inches closer to you.

"You've never done a single thing wrong ever. You are perfect," he begins slowly. "I just missed you and ever since I got back from my mission you were too busy with the kids (Megumi and Tsumiki) that we haven't had any time together and I just wanna be with you." Gojo confesses as he's playing with the hem of your shirt, feeling a bit vulnerable to look you straight in the eyes. "Oh, and another thing... I'm not actually sick I only said that so you'd notice me more."

"Thanks for being honest with me. And I knew that you weren't sick. For someone who's supposed to be good at anything he tries, I'm glad that you turned out to be a pretty bad liar."

Gojo's face heats up at that and he unceremoniously buries his face in your lap from embarrassment, as muffled words of "Oh, so you knew. I thought I was pretty convincing" managed to reach your ears.

"Tell you what, how about we have ourselves a nice picnic this weekend? Just the two of us, I'll find someone to watch the kids. And I think maybe spending an afternoon in the sunshine will do us some good. What do you think?"

Gojo suddenly lights up at your proposal. "I think you're wonderful for planning the perfect date."

"You're sweet for giving me so much credit." Your soft laughter quickly melts his heart and he returns your affections, feeling a little more in love with you as you're both sharing a moment together. "I love you."

"I love you so much more, my sweet angel."

#a lil extra: megumi makes an origami turtle signed 'truce?' to which gojo responds with his own 'truce' and all is right in the world again #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #jjk imagines #jjk x reader #jjk gojo satoru #gojo satoru #satoru x reader #satoru x you #satoru fluff

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haknom · 5 months

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BLOSSOM — YANG JUNGWON

pairing: enemy to crush-prince!jungwon x fem!reader

synopsis: wanting to confess to your enemy was never easy, especially when you both were too embarrassed to do so.

note: this was written like last month but i just never thought it was good 😭 // blossom by wei >>>

wordcount: 699 words // warnings: fluff, angst, and they’re both cowards and mean to each other.

LIVING IN THE SAME PALACE AS YANG JUNGWON, THE PRINCE OF THE FAMILY YOUR MOTHER ASSISTED, WAS NEVER EASY.

He never failed to irk your soul even if he was only breathing. Everything about him was aggravating, mainly his personality. The two of you didn’t get along at the start of your stay in the palace in the first place—he hated the thought of living with so-called peasants.

He was a stuck-up brat who only cared about wealth and what his friends would think. They all went to a prestigious school with high standards. You did too, but you didn’t fit in—not one bit.

Every time you walked down the halls, you were given dirty looks or something even worse. Still, that didn’t bother you. You were never phased by the opinions of others. Only your thoughts about yourself mattered.

That also could be the reason why Jungwon began to like you—4 years later. Yes, he was annoyed by the thought of having to spend every day with you under the same roof as him but maturing was all he needed.

Constantly teasing you and making you feel as though he didn’t care for you was only stage one of the five stages of grief—denial.

He sat on the grassy floor in their garden while picking at the newly bloomed flowers. Growing up, he loved the garden. He loved watching everything grow from a seed into something beautiful.

So, of course, he thought that could distract him and his constant thoughts of you but it didn’t. Here he was picking flowers for a bouquet to give to someone who wouldn’t leave his mind.

Stage two—anger. He was angry. He wanted to forget about you and his feelings, he really did, but he couldn’t. Seeing you every day only made things even harder. His face flushed even at the sound of your name. You had him head over heels for you and you didn’t even know.

He was too distracted to even notice the sudden figure that joined him in his flower picking. So, maybe the distraction did work?

“Hey,” you greeted, tired of waiting for Jungwon to notice you first. “What do you want?” He asked in his usual harsh tone. You rolled your eyes, shrugging it off. “Are these the ones you planted a few weeks ago?” You asked, delicately caressing the flower petals.

“Why do you ask?” He questioned while dusting off the soil from the flower stems in his hands. “Just curious.” You carefully removed your hands from the petals, too afraid to damage anything, and brought your knees to your chest.

“What’s the occasion?” You asked once again as you stared at the progress of the bouquet in his hold. “Please, is that a gift for someone?” You teased, earning a glare from Jungwon.

“Don’t get too giddy, it’s not for you.” Lies. It was definitely for you. There was nobody else who made his head spin or made him experience feelings of butterflies in his stomach like the way you did.

“You must be crazy. I wasn’t looking forward to any gift from you. With that snotty little attitude, I’m sure nobody from school was looking forward to it either.” You spat. Another lie.

After at least a year or two with the Yangs, you began to feel different around Jungwon. It was an odd feeling, not one that many would experience so easily but somehow, you did. It wasn’t the best feeling.

Not being able to think straight or avoid fumbling over your words when you’re around a certain someone you previously claimed to hate wasn’t the best feeling either.

It was quite embarrassing, to say the least. Yet, it still happened to you. Not being able to maintain your composure when arguing with Jungwon sucked. He always felt a little bit of pride and a ton of guilt after your banters were over but couldn’t bring himself to apologize.

Why? The reason was mutual; you were both too embarrassed. You didn’t want to admit you were wrong about anything, you always had to be right. The same went for Jungwon.

No wonder you two couldn’t bring yourselves to confess to each other.

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outro-jo · 8 months

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skz when your brother doesn’t like them

pairing: skz member x reader

type: scenario

warnings: reader gets groped in minho’s, reader gets burnt in changbin’s (a lil hurt/comfort), han is pretty mistreated, i can’t think of anything else

request: yes

note: i couldn’t find individual pics i like and i didn’t feel like digging too much to ot8 it is 😅

NOT TAKING REQUESTS AT THIS TIME

masterlist | info

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chan- you were kind enough to give him a warning in advance that your brother was overprotective and he’s never liked anyone you’ve brought home. chris LOVES a challenge so he did his homework ahead of time. when you finally went over to your family’s house, chris was ready. one thing your brother loved more than anything was marvel and… ryan reynolds. all it took was a quick message to his bestie and chris had an in like no other partner you brought home before had. that wall your brother had built up came crumbling down the second chris handed him the signed piece of deadpool merch. that evening after dinner your brother told you, “you better marry him” before the two of you left which certainly wasn’t a problem.

lee know- minho is the type to not care. if people don’t like him, that’s not his problem. however, this was your family and he wanted to leave a good impression with them. he was off to a good start with both your mom and dad liking him… it was your brother that was a different story. you two are so close and always have been. he’s seen you get hurt too many times to like someone right off the bat. minho, of course, understood so he didn’t push anything. it was icy at first. your brother giving him cold blank looks while the smile faded on minho’s face and he cleared his throat. the conversation was mostly one sided until minho decided to give up and give your brother space. it wasn’t until the three of you ran out to pick up some ice and a few other things your mom needed for dinner that things changed. someone groped your ass, making you cry out in surprise and before your brother could come to your defense, minho was already cussing them out then comforting you. an extremely unfortunate event but it made your brother have a little respect for minho and the way he looked after you.

changbin- someone hating THE seo changbin was something he simply could not fathom. he’s incredible so like??? it broke your heart to see when your brother and he met how he absolutely deflated. but to changbin’s credit, he kept trying. every conversation was shot down. changbin eventually gave up and came to hide in the kitchen where you were helping your mom prepare dinner. sure, he sulked for a minute but just like when he was at home with you, the second he saw you try and lift something heavy, he rushed over to take it from you. then he helped open a jar with a lid that would not budge. then it was helping clean vegetables. soon enough, changbin was fully and happily helping you and your mom in the kitchen. the three of you were laughing at a joke that was made when you suddenly felt the sting on your finger, making you yelp and jolt back. binnie was over to you in a second checking on your burnt finger and ushering you over to the sink to run it under cold water. your brother had come in to check the commotion but found you and changbin at the sink where changbin was babying you and tending to your wound. your mother sent your brother a look who just scoffed it off but from then on he started treating changbin a little better.

hyunjin- one thing about your brother is he despised wealthy people and as soon as your brother heard you were dating the literal ambassador for versace, he couldn’t have been more annoyed. he immediately wrote hyunjin off as some rich, snotty brat who couldn’t hold an intelligent conversation or care in the slightest about people “beneath him”. so when the two of you went to meet your family, your brother wouldn’t even look at hyunjin. it was incredibly disheartening but hyunjin shrugged it off. instead, he went and talked with your parents, sharing his experiences with travel and meeting all kinds of people. he gushed over learning the different cultures and trying new foods and everything he loved about travel. then he talked about when the group went to meet a little boy minho had “adopted” and been financially caring for over many years. that day they met the boy and his family, playing soccer with him and taking him to get ice cream. he shared the memory so fondly your brother started to see him in a slightly different light and when he saw how he attended to you throughout the meal, he decided to give him a chance… just one.

han- so things were not going well. jisung was anxious the whole week before and he was a mess on the drive over only for his worst nightmare to come true. your brother hated him. it was so apparent in your brother’s body language and facial expressions and even in the way he spoke to jisung. thankfully your parents liked him but the treatment from your brother was getting out of hand. seeing the defeat written all over jisung face broke your heart and after one particularly snarky comment about his job you finally snapped. your fists pounded against the table as you stood to your feet and roared at your brother, giving him absolute hell. when you finished you took jisung’s hand, thanked your mother for the food, and pulled jisung to the exit. days later your brother came over to your shared apartment to apologize and eventually it was a funny story that was included in his best man speech.

felix- when your mom invited you and felix over for dinner, you were curious to know how it would go especially since you knew your older brother would be there. you loved your older brother but he’s always been a little too protective. you knew it was sure to be an interesting dynamic because your boyfriend is a literal ray of sunshine and there was no way anyone could be rude to him when they met him. felix didn’t seem too fazed when you warned him, quite honestly, he was expecting it. that afternoon he came prepared with wine, flowers, and some of his homemade brownies which he did purely because he wanted to and wanted to give your family a good impression. the second your brother saw your boyfriend’s bright smile and that he brought sunflowers and fucking homemade brownies???? there’s no way he could be as cold to him as he had been to your other partners. he wasn’t overly nice but he didn’t even have the heart to give the tight gripped handshake me normally did. eventually they really got along and even made plans to hang out… without you.

seungmin- seungmin did not care. he gets thousands of vile comments on the internet, if you think some intimidation from some guy well on his way to fifty was gonna get to him, then think again. he was far too happy to ignore the deadpanned looks and the tightly gripped handshakes to just go into the kitchen and have pleasant conversation with you and your parents. your brother was FULL-ON sulking because seungmin was pretty much ignoring him but he had to respect it a little. you were more important to him and your brother would just have to accept that he planned on spending his life with you… and he really didn’t care if your brother was a part of that.

i.n- not only was jeongin completely unbothered by it, he was also to utterly likable that your brother couldn’t even keep up the facade for long. the dinner started off quiet but once the two found a common interest, they couldn’t stop talking. it was so adorable to watch both of their stupid (lovingly) faces light up while they were talking. suddenly the two boys were best friends and the dinner ended with the two of them in front of the tv in the living room playing mario kart. before you started to feel too forgotten about, jeongin, who had just lost a race, called you over so he could have his “good luck charm”. it must have worked because he won every match after that. the night ended with the promise of the two of them meeting up again to hang out when jeongin’s schedule cleared.

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cweampier · 1 year

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leon loves it when you cry, your face covered in tears as he coos at you and licks them away <3 (i know from first hand experience)

god what he’d give. what he’d fucking give to have a cute girl crying in front of him IDK if i stuck with what you asked for sorry if i went off the rails a bit.. hehe

fat tears rolled down your cheeks as you pouted, the way you mewled as leon fucked himself between your thighs, chasing only for his release. he was so mean for that, and he knew it. but he couldn’t help it, seeing you so desperate for his dick enough to shed tears for it really ignited something inside him. an insatiable appetite presented itself to him.. and fuck did he love a good chase every once in awhile.

“l-leon.. please, want you so bad..” you hiccuped, trying to angle your hips to potentially get the head of his cock to penetrate your aching cunt to no avail. he couldn’t help but feel amused by your unrelenting pleads, so oblivious to how greedy you sounded. “poor baby.. so dumb and needy, what am i gonna do with you, mn?” he cooed as he leaned in closer to your face, swiping his tongue over your glistening cheek, tasting the saltiness of your tears. he felt almost guilty for enjoying this as much as he was. he decided to continue to chip away at your patience, making sure to calculate his thrusts tactically enough to make contact with your neglected clit, bumping the tip of his pretty cock against it teasingly.

you were so confused, it was like you weren’t being heard. usually he spoiled you rotten, what’s with the sudden change? you stared back at him glossy eyed, in which he responded with a cocky grin before frowning mockingly. “you’re.. g’na finish what you started,” you responded, pathetic. he raised a brow, slowing his hips as he pressed them against the plumpness of your ass, cock slotted snuggly between your folds as he pressed his chest against your back. it earned a groan from the both of you, feeling his breath tickle your neck.

“it’s a good try but i don’t exactly take orders from desperate little brats,” he began, watching another tear roll down your disheveled face in awe, you really were something. “look at you all snotty face just cause you didn’t get it your way. want my cock bottoming out inside that greedily little pussy of yours so badly, don’t’cha? need me to pay extra attention to that clit’a yours? so cute..” he continued to egg you on with a filthy mouth, trying to get you to admit defeat. your lips pursed flatly together, feeling them tremble as more tears threatened to fall. you shut your eyes tightly before giving into his attempts to pester you further.

“inside,” you cry out dumbly, on the verge of tears once more to no one’s surprise. “wan’ your cock inside, leon, please-!” your head spun, leon fucking kennedy. only a man like him could ever hold the capabilities of having a pretty girl wailing for him to fuck her. “fuck me, leon, want it s’bad. promise, i’ll be good for you.. so good.” leon sat there, admiring his work, reducing you into nothing but a beseeching mess before him.

he sneered lightheartedly before parting your thighs swiftly with his hand, positioning himself in front of your sobbing pussy as the cool air brushed against it, sending shivers down your spine. “atta girl, that’s all i wanted to hear. see what happens when you use your words?” he lectured softly before unsheathing himself inside you, relishing in your plush walls as they welcomed him with earnest.. <333 ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

#GRAHHHHHHHHH #scold me for being such a needy girl leon please #i hate him BAD. sly little fucker #but he gets me every time #leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #resident evil #resident evil smut #resident evil x reader #resident evil x you #cweampier

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rubiehart · 3 months

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Request for John b (smut): John b punishes his girlfriend for being a brat (daddy kink and bdsm)

you’d been acting up all day, refusing to get ready when john b asked you to, acting like a brat and getting all moody, burying your face further into the bedsheets and groaning telling john b to “leave you alone for once.” making him purse his lips impatiently and responding with a gentle “seriously pup, time to get up.” you refusing once again with an attitude and pushing him away when he tried to pull you up out of bed, still patient as ever. he just shakes his head and gives up, walking into the kitchen to get a coffee started for you, hoping it’d water down your temper a little.

later on, on the boat with the pogues you’d been a little snappy, slapping jj’s hand away angrily when he jokingly reached for your half empty beer can, making him frown at your sudden temper and retreating giving john b a look which made him roll his eyes and make his way over to the edge of the boat where you were sat with a permanent scowl on your face.

you see him approaching you and huff impatiently, pushing your self up aggressively from the edge and stripping your shirt of quickly, revealing your tiny little bikini, making john b eyes widen for a second before composing himself, trying to get a word in through your defiant behaviour. “baby-“ he started before being cut off by the splash of your body hitting the water and you were officially of the boat. clearly ignoring him. he groaned and reached up to rub a hand over his face impatiently, deciding he’d deal with you later instead, saving you the embarrassment of the inevitable scolding infront of the pogues.

later on he’d have you bent over his lap in the bedroom, stripped down to just your bra which sat underneath your tits, being pulled down by john b’s harsh grip, you’d be whining over his lap as he rubbed your thigh gently, talking in a calm voice, clearly aggravated. “y’know why i’m doin’ this right pup?” he asks, as you nod with teary eyes and a sniffle, knowing the brat act you’d been putting on all day was the reason you were getting punished by john b for the first time ever, not thinking you could ever push him to this point.

“you gonna count for me?” he asks quietly, still rubbing the fat of your ass with his calloused hand, feeling a little guilty for what he was about to do. you nod lightly, sniffling a little as he adjusts you a little on his lap. “yeah?” he questions, lifting his hand, the warmth of his hand leaving you making you puff out some air from between your puffy lips. “yes daddy.” he nods in finality and raises his hand, bringing it down against the fat of your ass, the redness spreading fast as you feel the sting, tears brimming your eyes again. “one.” you mumble out, tears beginning to spill.

he doesn’t take a break before bringing his hand down again, this one hurting more than the first making you cry out harshly, “two!” john b tuts at the redness on your ass and rubs the fatty skin, only worsening the pain. “one more, yeah?” he asks, you only nodding with a snotty nose and wet eyes as he brings his hand down again, the sound ripping through the air as you cry about, immediately flipping you onto the bed and coming to your aid. “i know pup, you’re my good girl yeah? takin’ it so well.” he praises gently, rubbing the irritated skin gently with a warm hand, reaching up to wipe your tear stained eyes as a pang of guilt overcomes him.

“c’mere, let me make it better.” he smiles, making you nod helplessly as he positons you between his legs on the bed, legs held open by his knees as he admires your glistening puffy cunt, shushing you when he rubs his fingers through your folds, reassuring you he’s gonna make it all better, praising you the whole time and placing sweet little kisses into your hair as he finger fucks you senseless while you’re muttering “daddy! mmm - right there, mmm, there, god! incoherently from the overstimulation.

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yandere-writer-momo · 5 months

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Yandere Baki Short Stories: Childhood Sweethearts

Yandere Katsumi Orochi x Childhood Rival Afab Reader

Tomboy reader consumed me so enjoy this small little taste

Yellow Lenten Roses to symbolize a childhood sweetheart

“I can’t stand you!” A young Katsumi exclaimed loudly to a young child with (hair color) hair. Their faces were both covered in bruises and dirt.

“Taekwondo is better than karate!” The small child pointed at Katsumi. “When I come back to Japan, I’ll defeat you! I swear! It’ll be on sight!”

“Karate is better than Taekwondo! Your lousy kicks don’t stand a chance against my martial art!” Katsumi was met with another kick in the face from the other ten year old. The two kids brawling on the floor once more.

“Take that back!” (Your name) and Katsumi exchange punches. The two kids rolled around on the ground until (your name) was on top. The smaller child won against Katsumi once again. “See? Taekwondo is better. Do you concede?”

“You cheated!” Katsumi shouted as he tried to escape (your name)’s pin.

“Did not! You just suck!”

“Did too!”

“I hate you, you ugly child!” Katsumi shouted as he flailed from under (your name).

“You’re the one with the caterpillar eyebrows!”

The two children bickered and spat at each other some more until their parents pulled them apart.

(Your name) and Katsumi always fought like cats and dogs… but Katsumi had no clue how much that would change when they reunited.

Fifteen years later and Katsumi waits at his dojo for the challenger that sent him a letter. To think that ornery child from his past wanted to challenge him to a fight as an adult. How laughable.

Katsumi swung his shoulders back as he stretched. This should be cake. They were always so tiny… he bet they were still small. Katsumi scoffed at the memory of that snotty nosed kid he fought on a day to day basis. (Your name) was always such a brat. He doubt the little boy changed into a man.

Katsumi glanced out the window and pulled his arm over to stretch it. He couldn’t wait to wipe the cocky smirk off their face.

“Orochi Katsumi?” Katsumi froze at a feminine voice that entered the room. His whole body went rigid in shock.

Katsumi spun around and saw a pretty, young woman. Their hair was longer and their face was more feminine. And they had such a curvaceous body that there was no denying they were a woman. All this time… his childhood rival was a woman?!

“Y-yes?” Katsumi gulped, his eyebrows raised past his hairline in shock. His throat went dry when she sauntered over to him. No way… this had to be a prank. A dream.

“I’ve come to challenge you.” Katsumi began to sweat from how nervous he was. Her dobok fit her like a glove… no way. He couldn’t do this. “I told you that I’d fight you once I return to Japan.”

(Your name) got into an offensive stance. A cocky smirk crawls on her lips. “Unless you’re scared to fight me?”

Katsumi gets into a defensive stance. He’s prepared to block her kicks but he’s terrified to hit her. It wounds his heart as a martial artist but he doesn’t want to be a man who hits a girl.

And when her side kick lands, Katsumi is surprised to be pushed back a few feet. She has a surprising amount of strength despite her size.

(Your name) keeps attacking, she notices Katsumi’s hesitance and it frustrates her. Katsumi can’t even dodge most of her attacks but he tries to block.

Katsumi decides to attempt a takedown but she easily flipped him onto his back and pinned him to the mat. Their childhood now being re-enacted once more. Katsumi’s mouth is agape as (your name) sits on top of him but this time it’s different.

They were no longer children… they were a man and a woman. And Katsumi now had a beautiful woman above him. Something he never imagined would ever happen.

katsumi has dedicated his entire life this far to karate. He’s never dated. He’s never had any romantic ventures and here she was. The rival from his childhood as the perfect partner for him.

“Do you concede?” (Your name) smirked down at him. A bit of sweat on her face and her hair slightly messy. Katsumi did his best not to get too riled up even though this situation was entirely too much for him.

“Y-yes.” Katsumi turned his red face away which made (your name) furrow her brow. She sighed and rolled off him.

“That was incredibly anticlimactic. Where was the energy? You barely gave me a fight.” (Your name) grumbled. She moved a few stray strands out finger face. “Where is my childhood rival?”

“I… I didn’t know you were a girl.” Katsumi bashfully admitted with a nervous smile. His heart hammered in his chest so loudly that he could hear it in his head. Katsumi knew he was just struck with Cupid’s arrow and he had no intention of letting these new feelings slip through his fingers. “You always wore boy clothes and your hair was short…”

“I was a tomboy!” (Your name) hissed, a vicious glare on her face. “My name isn’t even a boy’s name. Have you always been this stupid?”

“Hey! I’m not stupid!” Katsumi blushed when she jammed her finger in his chest. He has never been this close to a woman before and now he’s all riled up. He shifted a bit to try to hide his attraction.

“All these years and you still haven’t touched those caterpillar brows.” Katsumi’s mouth was agape at her insult. To this day, she still thought his eyebrows looked like a bug? How rude.

“H-hey! And you’re…” Katsumi paused. He couldn’t call her ugly because that would be a lie. In all honesty, she was probably one of the prettiest women he’s ever laid eyes on.

“And I’m what?” (Your name) clicked her tongue at Katsumi. What happened to the snobby kid she used to know? “Cat for your tongue? Your insult game must’ve diminished over the years since you’ve been hit in the head so many times.”

Katsumi’s face only flushed a darker red. Perhaps if she was man, this entire situation would be different. His heart wouldn’t flutter and his palms wouldn’t sweat. Katsumi couldn’t utter a word to her because he was so enthralled by her. Maybe… he should let her join his dojo?

(Your name) waved her hand in front of Katsumi’s face since he was making such a dopey expression. Was he okay?

“Um… hello?” (Your name) jumped when he took her hand in his. His eyes lit up and a soft expression on his face.

“How about you train karate and you can teach me some taekwondo techniques?” Katsumi asked, a twinkle in his obsidian eyes. “What do you say?”

(Your name) furrowed her brow at him in confusion. Perhaps the years apart have made him soft?

“I thought you said karate is superior?”

“I want to make my karate even better so I’m willing to learn whatever you’d like to teach me.” Katsumi smiled warmly at her.

“You’ve matured.” (Your name) gave Katsumi a smile so warm, he swore it was a ray of sunshine. His eyes tried to memorize her smile the best he could. He wanted to burn this expression of hers into his brain so he’d never forget it. “I kind of like this new you.”

Katsumi’s stomach did a little flip. Did she like him? That thought alone thrilled him and filled him with butterflies. He was so happy…

“Then can I see you again tomorrow?”

“Sure. If you promise me a true spar-“

“Of course, if that’s what you want!” (Your name) was surprised by how quick Katsumi agreed. Her hand was still held in his much larger one. His fingers were basically sausages from how muscular they were. His palms were a bit rough and calloused from his years of practicing his craft but she didn’t mind. Katsumi was a man now rather than a young boy she had known so many years ago. He’s grown into himself.

“You’re so eager, are you excited for me to beat you up again?” A loud laugh escaped (your name) but then her face changed when she realized Katsumi still hasn’t released her hands. “You can let me go now. Your palms are gross and sweaty.”

Katsumi quickly retracted himself like he’s been bitten. His cheeks flushed a bright cherry red once again. “Sorry… I never realized how dainty a girl’s hands are.”

(Your name) blinked at him, confusion on her pretty face. “You say that like you’ve never touched a girl… wait. You’ve never touched a girl?!”

Katsumi held his hands in front of him as embarrassment swallowed him whole. He’s never really thought about being with women since he was so busy with karate. There was no time nor thoughts of dating or of anything more.

“I’ve been busy with karate and I’ve taken over the dojo. I don’t… I’ve never… I just haven’t had time for women!” Katsumi admitted with embarrassment. Did this make him a loser in her eyes since he had no experience? He certainly hope it didn’t.

(Your name) immediately halted her teasing when she noticed how embarrassed Katsumi was. She quickly dropped the subject entirely. Sure she was a cat with claws, but unlike a cat, she knew when to stop playing with her food.

“I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention to make fun of you… to completely embarrass you.” (Your name) apologized to Katsumi to try to make him feel better. She didn’t want to destroy his self esteem all in one meeting. (Your name) wanted to do that over time. What can one say, she had standards. “But you took over the dojo? That’s amazing.”

Katsumi gave her a shy smile, which (your name) found slightly endearing. Goodness that was cute.

“Yes… I’ve been running it for a few years now. We’ve grown to over a million members nationwide.” Katsumi proudly boasted. (Your name) swore he looked like one of those colorful tropical birds in this moment. What a goofy guy. “I’ve made quite the name for myself here in Japan.”

“But still no girlfriend.” (Your name) teased which made Katsumi glare a bit at her with his rosy cheeks.

“Again, I haven’t had time to meet anyone. Plus, I want someone who could understand me and my interests.” Katsumi held his finger up while he explained himself. (Your name) crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a smirk.

“Mhmm. Whatever helps you sleep at night.” (Your name) then gathered up her belongings and gave Katsumi a small wave. “I’ll see you tomorrow I guess. Somewhere around noon.”

(Your name) paused at the doorway and gave Katsumi a wink. “And you’ve grown into an attractive young man, eyebrows.”

Katsumi combusted into flames while (your name) left with a giggle. Katsumi stood there for a few moments while her words sunk in. The thought finally processed and now Katsumi wanted to know more.

“W-wait! You think I’m handsome?!” Katsumi tried to trail after her but she was gone.

Katsumi sighed in frustration and sank to the floor in a crouching position. What on earth did she mean by that?! Did she… did she like him?

Katsumi certainly hoped so. He now had the biggest crush on her, despite her mouth.

After all, their reunion had to mean something… it’s like they were made for each other. (Your name) was a martial artist and so was Katsumi. They would be perfect together. It was a no brainer to him.

The reason why he never found a girlfriend was because he was always meant to meet (your name) again. She was his soul mate.

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thee-horny-thicky · 4 months

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Loved the last ask you answerd, so I wanted to request "Upper moons (plus rengoku) With they're dynamic, like what type ofsub anddom dynamic do they follow, Service top, harsh dom, strict dom, soft dom, bratty sub,pillow princess sub ect

The Upper Moons’ *Plus Rengoku* Dom/Sub Dynamic

Just to be safe, I'll put a trigger warning here, as some of the scenarios for these headcanons have dubious consent.

Let’s get the outlier out of the way, Rengoku. He screams white knight dom. Loyalty is a value everyone in his life must have, and he will position himself as your protector, even if you can defend yourself. He’s the epitome of the knight in shining armor, ready to rush into battle and defend any damsel in distress. He will always act when something is wrong, even if it means putting himself in harm’s way.

He isn't the type of dom who will have a lot of sex. He prefers quality over quantity, and the most intimate experience is his favorite. However, if you're feeling particularly needy, he'll make an exception to satisfy your needs. He can’t have his princess be unhappy, after all.

Though he’s capable of meeting you halfway, Rengoku also values control, perhaps to a toxic degree. He likes taking charge and making decisions, even if he hides it well. This combined with his worry about your well-being can make him possessive and annoyingly domineering. He will want to be involved in every aspect of your life, even if he doesn’t need to know. The best you can hope for is a compromise that'd put his mind at ease, without your wish being denied.

Do you want to do some shopping while he's out? Fine, but you're taking some Kakushi with you, and he's personally picking which ones.

However, his hardheadedness can lead to some friction. And when you aren't feeling so civil, an argument can be sparked. In that case, you're in trouble. No matter how valid your case is, expect a punishment.

Rengoku's punishments range from denying your requests to taking away privileges. He's a master of discipline and has many ways to make sure you'll learn your lessons. The princess treatment you've become accustomed to will cease, because how else would you ever learn? You can expect a spanking, withholding sex, or a night of chores, among other things. So be on your best behavior, or he'll make sure you regret it!

But despite his overbearingness, Rengoku is aware of your needs and desires and will make it his mission to fulfill them. He may be frustratingly stubborn, but you will be treated like royalty, never wanting anything, and always being protected.

Moving onto the Upper Moons.

Gyutaro just screams brat tamer. The years of abuse he’s endured resulted in him developing an inferiority complex, one that plagues him even into demonhood. Except as a demon, he could take what he wanted, and (almost) no human could stop him.

When it comes to women, he lives for bringing a bitch down a few pegs.

When you, a little haughty whore, started working at the brothel and dared to disrespect his sister, he jumped at the opportunity to teach you a lesson. He’ll shut your bratty mouth up with his dick, forcing his length down your throat until your nose is buried in his pubes. Only when he shoots his load will he let you go. But that doesn’t mean he’s done with you. No, you’ll be his plaything until he’s done something about that snotty attitude. He’ll take his time breaking you, and once he’s accomplished his goal, he’ll own you.

If he chooses to dispose of you, he’ll hunt for his next brat to tame. But if he chooses to keep you, the relationship will transfer into more of a master/slave dynamic. Your body, your will, everything about you would be his, and that’s how he likes it. He wants you to be dependent, for him to be the only thing you can rely on.

Soon, the sound of your teary begs become Gyutaro’s favorite sound, and he’ll go to great lengths to hear it.

He enjoys inflicting pain, though hurting you is a means to earn your submission when you get out of line, not his end goal. However, he can’t get enough of watching your face contort in the middle of his fun, be it a punishment, or forcing orgasms out of you. He will push you past your limits until you’re a whimpering, squirming mess. You won't be given relief until he decides you've earned it. Only when you’ve shown that you’re a good girl who learned her place will he let you come.

Once he's satisfied, the aftercare begins, and you will have everything you need. If you’ve been good, he’ll pepper your body with kisses as he tends to your wounds, showering you with praise. If you’ve been bad, you’ll be lucky to have him toss you a clean rag.

From time to time, he’ll also engage in primal play, particularly when he needs to work off some extra stress caused by Daki or Muzan.

Speaking of primal play…

Maybe it’s due to his inhumane appearance, but I immediately thought Primal Dom for Gyokko. Put bluntly, hunting gets him hard, especially when a pretty thing is his target. He loves the power rush it gives him, hunting you through the wilderness as he uses his powers to chase you. He knows you have no chance of getting away, and your panic makes the whole thing more delicious to him.

Once he catches you, he'll throw you down and truly begin his fun. He'll take his time devouring you, making a meal of your body. You're just a pretty little piece of meat to him, and he will savor every moment.

As his plaything, you’re subject to his whims. You won't come until he allows you to, and the pleasure he provides will always be just out of reach until you submit. You'll be forced to the edge and held there, unable to tip over until he decides. He will tease, prod, and test you, then use his big hands to fill your holes. At the same time, he’s marking your flesh, making sure everyone knows you’re his.

Hantengu: As I did last time, Hantengu’s main form, Zohakuten, and Urami will not be included. Instead, we’ll focus on his hot and grown manifested emotions.

To the surprise of no one, Sekido is a sadist. He wants to see you break down in tears and cry out in pain, whilst begging him for pleasure. As he ‘plays’ with your poor body, he’ll deny your orgasms until you beg, (noticing a theme here?), then force you to earn it by whatever means necessary. If you’re bad, though, expect to be violently punished. Don't expect him to coddle you and whisper sweet nothing into your ears when it’s all said and done. At best, you'll get a kiss as he cleans you.

Based on the name alone, you’d think that the manifestation of Hantengu’s pleasure is a pleasure dom. But Karaku isn’t a straight top or bottom. Nope, he’s a switch! Sex is a game to him, one that’s about getting as much pleasure as possible. Thus, he’d switch it up depending on the mood he’s in. If he wants to watch you scream in pain, he'll be a harsh dom, and if he wants to hear your pretty moans, he'll be a soft dom. And if he just wants to feel good, he’ll become a power-bottom. If you want complete submission, you’ll have to take it by force, which he’ll also enjoy. And a little warning, if he's in the mood for a good fuck, expect him to drag you into bed, no matter where you are.

Our darling Aizetsu is the only true submissive of the line-up, as he’s a total bottom. His outlook on life is tinted by his sadness, and he views every negatively. Sex is no different, at least until you show him otherwise. When he discovers that intimacy is the key to bringing him joy, he’ll quickly become addicted to the act. He isn’t too fond of being the dominant party, but he'll make an exception if you ask nicely. But if it’s up to him, he’ll stick to subbing. He loves to be showered with praise and to have someone dedicated to pleasing him. A service top is a good fit for him, one that’s skilled in brat-taming. Because when he gets comfortable, Aizetsu can be a brat. Expect him to be demanding, and when denied, a sobbing temper tantrum may be possible. When that happens, a punishment is in order. Once he’s put back into his place, he’ll go back to being a good, needy boy.

Now, Urogi is the pleasure dom of the group. Similarly to Karaku, he views sex as a game to enjoy. But unlike his brother(?), it’s a game he must always be in control of. You'll only orgasm when he deems it appropriate, and he’ll force out as many as he wants. He'll push you past your limits for his amusement, using you like a toy as he takes whatever he wants. And after all that fun, you'll receive your reward; the aftercare of a lifetime.

As a demon, it’s in Akaza’s nature to be in control. However, just because he’s topping, (and a demon), doesn’t mean that he’ll be cruel. Quite the opposite, as he’ll never do anything to hurt you. At least without you asking first. The reason Akaza enjoys topping is because that’s how he can best give his lover what they need. His pleasure comes from yours, so even if he shies away from something at first, he’ll do whatever it takes to make you come hard.

He likes to know exactly how to please his partner, and the best way to do that is by learning what you like. He’ll set aside time to discover your sensitive spots and kinks, only deeming his mission a success when you’ve had a few orgasms.

Once he knows what his lover needs, Akaza will use that knowledge to bring you bliss. He will worship your body, kissing and caressing you as his hands, tongue, and dick work their magic. The entire time, expect him to smother you with praise, whispering sweet nothings as he tells you how good you are for him.

Akaza will take his time cleaning and massaging you. He can be a bit intense during aftercare, smothering you with affection and being 110% sure you’re okay before allowing you some space.

As a lover of women, he will engage in femdom, where he’ll switch from a service top to a service bottom. He’ll allow you to do whatever you please with him, because he only wants to please you. So basically, a dom-leaning switch.

Speaking of switches….

The. Biggest. Switch! When you first entered a relationship with him, he’d be the dominant one most of the time, especially if you were human. No matter how sweet your cunt is, as a demon, he’s above you.

To no one’s surprise, when he’s in control, he’s a total sadist. He’ll spank, slap, choke, whip, claw, bite, etc., anything to inflict pain on you. He loves seeing you all bruised and bloodied, your eyes puffy and red from crying, your bottom lip trembling as you plead for mercy. It gets him painfully hard, driving him to get harsher and harsher during sex. And just as you’re on the verge of breaking, he’ll stop and start to coddle you, cooing sweet nothings and wiping your tears away as he cares for your wounds. You’re his favorite pet, after all, so he can’t destroy you completely.

However, if you resist his affection, prepare to be punished for your insolence.

Only when you become a demon will be start to give up some control, but you’ll have to take it by force. It’d excite Douma more than he’d want to admit when you break from your restraints and slam him down, your hands around his throat as you start to fuck him as roughly as he fucks you. Rather this means riding him or taking his ass, that’s for you to decide. He'd play a little game where he bottoms, acting like he doesn’t like it and that he’s above subbing, even though that’s when he cums the hardest. He’s a total brat, and he’d push you to the limit until you snap and fix that awful attitude of his.

When Muzan assigns him a pretty young thing to train, his cock will start to awaken. The thought of molding you excites Kokushibo, and his mind will quickly venture to the gutter. Just thinking about teaching you how to fuck nearly makes him feral, making him lose his signature stoicism.

Every day, he will work you to the bone, and when night comes, you will be rewarded for a job well done. He will worship your body, lavishing every inch with kisses, caresses, and bites. His mouth will explore your sensitive spots, his tongue eagerly diving into your warm, tight hole. His fingers will rub and stretch your entrance, making sure that you are well prepared to take him. Then, he will pound into your pussy, fucking you into the mattress. His pace will be relentless, and he will not stop until you have milked him dry.

When the deed is done, he will tend to your needs, making sure that your wounds are taken care of and that you are relaxed and content.

Don’t think he’s soft, though. He will make sure you know your place, and if you try to act out, he will punish you accordingly. He will not hesitate to spank you, choke you, whip you, whatever is necessary to correct your bad behavior. You will be put back in your place, and he will make sure that you know how to behave properly in the future.

His expectations will be high and rules numerous. He will not go easy on you, as he has no room for error. He’ll mold you into a slave to his whims, making sure you’ll bend to his every command. If you fail, don't expect to get off lightly. He won't stop until you're sobbing, with the lesson he’s seeking to teach drilled into your head.

This should go without saying. Muzan is a demon who craves control and expects respect. His sex life is no different, and when in relationships, there’s a 24/7 master/slave dynamic at play. He'll keep you on a tight leash—sometimes literally—and require you to ask permission for everything unless explicitly stated otherwise.

Wanna eat? Ask Muzan. Wanna bathe? Ask Muzan. Wanna sleep? Ask Muzan. Wanna go somewhere without him? How dare you ask that? You just earned a punishment.

In day-to-day life, you call him Lord Muzan. When he fucks you, he’ll expect you to call him Master. What he calls you depends on his mood, but he's very fond of referring to you as his ‘pet.’ And just as your title is dependent on the day, so does how he fucks you. He’ll always find a way to mark you, be it choking you until his fingerprints are visible, biting you, digging his nails into your skin, etc. Likewise, he’ll always restrain you, be it with rope, or just holding your wrists above your head.

If you’ve been particularly bothersome, he’ll spank you, then edge you until you’re begging and sobbing out apologies. If you’ve been a good girl, he’ll give you as many orgasms as you want.

During aftercare—if he feels like providing it—he’s incredibly clinical about the whole thing and usually treats it as a chore that must be completed.

A/N: This one was longer than expected, but I hope you enjoyed it! I enjoyed writing this ask, and it spawned a few fic ideas 🤭

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queenimmadolla · 1 year

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could we have a baby blurb from the pennyverse?

i know youre writing for it in your big updates so thats fine if not!!

penny hurting herself and eddie either freaking out or trying to comfort reader?

pregnant reader?

Uhhhhhhh, YES YOU CAN! Except it is so not a baby blurb because I got carried away, lol. I can’t help it, i love them so much. Hope you like it!

warnings: a little bit of angst bc penny hurts herself :( but reader and Eddie come to the rescue, pregnancy :), no use of ‘y/n’.

(Dad!eddie munson x mom!reader, and also pregnant!reader)

more pennyverse here :)

“Penny, I’m serious. Get down from there.”

His toddler pouted, plump lower lip stuck out as her eyebrows furrowed to convey her sadness at being scolded.

“But Daddy—.”

“No ‘buts’,” Eddie added, raising an eyebrow down at her, oh? You’re really not gonna listen?

Penny slumped under the look and let out a long whine.

Reluctantly, the flats of Penny’s feet met the ground as she carefully lowered her foot from the shelf of the bottom cabinets in the kitchen. With her lack of patience and growing curiosity, she’d recently begun to test whether or not she’d be able to use the drawers to climb her way up the counter and get whatever it is she wanted instead of waiting for either Eddie or you to get it for her. She was testing Eddie, too.

He hated having to scold her, she was such a reactive baby, she’d usually immediately get upset on her own once she’d realized she’d done something wrong, eyes always welling up with guilty tears. Lately, she’d taken to breaking the rules more often and while he could still tell she felt guilty, it was clear she’d continue until she'd get hurt.

Or worse.

You weren’t exactly in the state to discipline—usually, you were quite on top of making sure she couldn’t be a brat, time outs so Penny would be able to cool off without her feeling like you were smothering her and cuddles to talk out the reason why she did what she did and why she can’t do it again—but since you were in the nesting phase of your pregnancy, all Penny would get is a ‘Penny, we don’t do that’, which did absolutely nothing since Penny clearly liked to ‘do that’.

As soon as she began to sniffle intensely, fat tears already rolling down her round cheeks while she stared up at her dad with her hands clutched together, Eddie softened and sighed, crouching down to be closer to eye level with her so he could cup the side of her face in his hand, thumb stroking over the soft skin to wipe the wet trails away.

“Hey, hey. Don’t be sad, little bitty pretty one. You didn’t do anything wrong,” Yet. He’d caught her just before she could. “Daddy just doesn’t want you to get hurt. The counter isn’t safe for you to climb on and what do we say about climbing on things that aren’t safe?”

“I-I-I coo’ fall.” She stuttered out, sniffles continuing, less intense due to Eddie’s coddling.

“Mhm,” Eddie didn’t even like to think about her injuring herself.

He was all soft smiles and even softer brown eyes as he stared into her own, absolutely positive the love he had for the tiny little girl, who looked like the perfect combination of you and him, was unconditional and the source behind his strength. From the moment he first held her, Eddie knew he would do anything and everything to protect her, “I love you so much, I don’t want anything bad to happen to you, sweet pea. Can I have a hug?”

Penny nodded frantically, reaching a closed fist up to rub at her other eye before she let out another whine and held her arms out wide, wrapping them around his shoulders as she buried her face in one of them.

“Luh you,” she cried, fisting the material of his hoodie. Eddie stood up after he’d gathered her in his arms, rubbing soothing circles on her back as he kissed her curly little head.

“It’s okay, sweet pea. I love you, too. Always.”

It took a few minutes but once Penny had calmed down, she sniffled and rubbed her snotty little nose off against his hoodie.

“What did you want, anyways?” His eyes scanned the small counter space for whatever it was that could have caught her attention.

“I want the ‘nana.” She pointed lazily in the direction of the bananas, displayed in a bowl. Taunting her.

Eddie used his free arm to rip one from the bunch, biting into the stem at the top of it to keep it still while he unpeeled it for her.

Her lack of patience was once more apparent when she couldn’t wait for him to unpeel the entire thing, reaching out and squishing the part of the fruit that was exposed, ripping it messily away from the rest of it so she could cram it into her mouth.

Eddie chuckled as he carried her out into the living room, plopping down onto the couch with her. Penny quickly devoured the fruit, fingers no doubt messy and sticky until she’d used his legs to climb down from the couch, wiping her stubby little hands on the material of his sweats as she went.

“Am I nothing but a human napkin to you?” He asked with a chuckle, Penny ignored him in favor of digging through her toy box.

“I’d say human furnace, too.” You answered as you returned from the bathroom, fully aware he hadn’t been speaking to you, you just couldn’t resist teasing him.

“Explains why you assault me with those icicles you call feet at night.” He offered you the other half of the banana Penny hadn’t eaten and you took it, only sparing the fucked up top of it a glance before shrugging and taking a bite.

“I can’t help my poor blood circulation, Edward. I can’t prove it right now, but I’m pretty sure it’s your fault.”

He laughed as you settled into the farthest cushion, tapping his thighs as a sign for you to settle your legs over them. You loved him so much.

“My fault? Do explain, babe, I gotta hear it.”

“Probably a side effect of this,” you placed a hand over your swollen belly. No current movement inside, your baby was probably sleeping in there, “Just like my high blood pressure.”

You were still bitter about that one, you’d had quite a few red flags with this pregnancy, had more doctor’s appointments scheduled than when you’d been pregnant with Penny.

“You had ice cubes for toes long before I put a baby in you.” He smirked, a hand reaching out to cover yours.

“You know what?”

He raised an eyebrow to challenge you, much like he did with Penny, what?

“You,” you pointed a finger in his direction, grinning, “be quiet.”

Eddie threw his head back and laughed, it was your version of telling each other to shut the fuck up in the presence of your child. He was still chuckling as he scanned the room for his little girl, immediately tensing when he didn’t spot her.

“Penny?” He called out in alarm, triggering your own concern as you stood up in search of your daughter.

You heard the sound of a gasp followed by something breaking and your daughter’s loud cries. You both bolted over, greeted by the sight of your toddler lying on the ground next to the bananas and surrounded by shards of the ceramic bowl which had housed them.

You were pretty sure your heart stopped and Eddie went pale.

As Penny shrieked, face red, Eddie carefully lifted her from the ground and you immediately noticed the odd angle of her little hand as you assessed her for injuries.

“Eddie,” you inhaled a sharp breath and he clocked the same thing you did, “I’ll get the keys.”

You ran to the bedroom to retrieve a blanket for Penny and met Eddie at the door.

The car ride to the hospital was horrible. You held Penny in the backseat as she cried and cried, feeling absolutely useless and like a terrible mother for being unable to heal her on your own.

Penny had been seen right away, thanks to her young age and injury. Eddie had been a nervous wreck, pacing the waiting area for a good fifteen minutes before he stopped, stood still and then went to wrap his arms around you when he noticed how upset you were, beating yourself up for not having a closer eye on her.

“I’ve told her to not climb the counter, she knows it’s a rule!”

Eddie kissed your forehead, arms secure around you as you tried to bury yourself in his chest to hide from your failure. “I caught her doing it a couple of minutes before she fell, she’s a baby with a lack of impulse control, honey. That’s all. Better believe I won’t be letting her out of my sight after this.”

You’d wiped each other’s tears away and held each other until the doctor came back to take you to the room Penny was in, confirming what you had thought. She’d broken her wrist, most likely having tried to stop her fall with her hands. The doctor said it was the most common type of broken bone injury amongst toddlers she’d seen.

Much to your relief, Penny wasn’t hooked up to anything. She had a little hospital nightgown over her top half but her little overall bottoms were still visible and there was a little pink cast decorating the arm she’d injured. Penny looked miserable until the moment she saw you.

“MAMA!” She shrieked, and you were at her side in an instant, fingers stroking over her curls while Eddie spoke to the doctor.

“Are you okay, baby?” Of course she wasn’t okay, your baby was sporting a cast!

“I hurt my han’, mommy.” She sounded so sad when she said it, you just wanted to scoop her up and hold her forever.

“It’ll get better, I promise.” You swore, happy she still seemed to be preening under your attention. “Baby, why were you on the counter?”

She looked guilty and even more sad, you made sure to plant a couple of kisses on her face to keep her from crying again.

“For anotha ‘nana.”

“Why didn’t you ask me or daddy to get it for you?”

“‘’Cuz—uhm, cuz-cuz-cuz you gotta finish.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, “Finish what?”

“Making your nes’ for my baby brudder.”

You were full on squinting, mom brain trying to decipher what the heck she was talking about and eventually it clicked.

Nesting.

Penny must have heard you talking about it, which didn’t surprise you since you weren’t as careful as you should be with what you said around her. It was still hard for you to come to terms with Penny having a bit more of a conscience now. While you knew she heard what you’d say (and repeat it like a parrot if it was a curse word) she didn’t understand what she was saying. Or, she hadn’t. Now, she was beginning to think about things and apparently worry.

She’d heard you, all in a tizzy about preparing the trailer for your new addition and she’d gotten worried about distracting you.

“Baby, you’re more important than my nest.” You assured her, though the worry still on her face didn’t go anywhere.

“But brudder─”

“But Penny,” you interrupted with a goofy voice, gently pinching and wiggling her nose to get her to break her serious demeanor. It worked, she giggled, little nose crinkling up, “Penny is just as important as brother. He’s not even here yet and you are still in my nest.”

You reached out to take her smaller hand in yours, thumb stroking over her tiny fingers. She was so little and breakable, it scared you to think about.

“You could have gotten really, really hurt climbing on the counter, baby. Then, mommy would have an empty nest and that would make me and daddy very sad, Penny.” You were positive neither of you would recover.

“Yeah.” Penny agreed, solemnly.

“So, whenever you need something, you have to come to me and daddy, okay?”

“Okay, mommy!” She nodded her head dramatically, “Luh you, mommy. Can I has a hug?”

“I love you, too, and you never have to ask,” She sat up on the bed, very mindful of her pink cast and wrapped her little uninjured arm around your shoulders as you pulled her to your chest. You let out an amused snort when your hand went to cradle the back of her head and found the curls there smashed flat from laying down.

“Oh, baby, that is some bad bedhead.”

“Yeah,” she said again, solemnly, but this time the seriousness of her voice and the topic made you laugh.

Eddie laughed, too, and the sound almost surprised you. You were so focused on your injured baby, you had forgotten he was watching you.

When you turned to look at him, he took that as his cue for his turn. Only, he’d already lectured her about the counters and figured she’d learned her lesson. He’d also, obviously, heard you talk to her about it so he went straight to drowning her with affection, pulling her right into his arms.

“My poor baby!” He cooed, pressing a kiss to her temple and nuzzling his face into her short curls.

“Yeah,” Penny agreed with a sigh that had you and Eddie exchanging glances as you bit your lips to keep from smiling.

Oh, she was gonna milk this broken wrist for all it was worth and you were both more than happy to indulge her and nurse her back to health.

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lymoncat · 3 months

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AOT HCS MODERN AU! What pet you guys own

Eren-

he has a dog I’m not even gonna lie, he comes across as a dog person, he doesn’t care what breed but prefers big dogs specifically German shepherds he bought a dog when y’all moved in together and he’s actually really close with the dog, you named the dog bobo you chose the name cuz you thought it would be cute, the dog is very attached to eren

armin-

a cat, an orange tabby cat. Armin comes across as a more calm less crazy person meaning he would want a cat to chill and read with. He named the cat tangerine cuz it’s orange. You bought him the cat for Christmas one year since you didn’t know what to get him. It’s the wholesome moments, when you see him on the couch after work holding the cat, you fall in love all over again with your gentle small ray of sunshine

Jean-

you may think that he has a horse but your very wrong, he has an annoying green parrot that calls you mom, you can simply walk by the change and you’ll hear “food mom?” And you eventually get used to it and get another parrot for them to play together and stop bugging you

connie-

oh you poor unfortunate soul, him and that tortoise. Jk he has a dog still, you poor unfortunate soul, him and that dog do everything together, he has a border collie that joins you two in everything, taking a shower, the dog is at the door, using the bathroom?, the dog is staring into your soul, trying to leave? The dog is following you out the door. The dogs same is bacon cuz the dog loves bacon

Reiner-

Bull dog off the bat, he has a big dog strong like him, they wrestle on the living room floor all the time, go on walks, play fetch, chase little kids- wait- what?! Yeah, they think it’s funny to chase children in the park especially the snotty teenager brats over in the corner doing some not so innocent things, the dog is a female named Presley very energetic and playful but don’t expect any unwanted visitors there will be none, middle of the night a robber comes ain’t no way that person getting out alive, maybe in a body bag but not alive.

Bertholdt-

a tortoiseshell cat with gold eyes, you guys went to an animal rescue center for your anniversary and he fell in love with this cat, he was begging you until you said yes I mean how could you not?! He’s batting those pretty green eyes while on his knees with the cat “please can we get her? I’ll do anything my love” it was a yes in that very moment and next thing you knew you were on your way home with a cat named pineapple don’t bother asking how that name came across his mind but it’s always nice to see him in one of his weird sleeping positions with pineapple splayed across his chest on her back

Erwin-

a lazy pug named Mr. There’s no question just a fat lazy pug that sheds buckets of fur.

Levi-

you begged him to get an animal and he kept saying no until he came home to you having bought one without his permission, he glared and looked pissed until that fat fluffy black cat looked him in the eyes with her emerald ones. He caved in. The cat was named jasmine and he allowed you to keep it because cats are very hygienic and easy to take care of. He hates changing the litter box but will do it for Jasmine. And when he does actually sleep it’s curled up with you and jasmine and absolutely precious, jasmine sits on his lap when he’s doing work and he shares his food with her all of the time strangely enough she loves lettuce, you’ll be in the kitchen making salad and she’ll prance over and sit there meowing for lettuce

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