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cmncisspnandmore · 4 months

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One Night Stand; Part 6

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley X Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Shower smut, Slight breeding kink if you squint, Simon Riley being a literal angel, basically all smut with a little bit of plot.

A/N: Hi loves, imma be real, i wrote this entire part in a day. I spent pretty much my entire afternoon writing this after i scrapped about 4 different versions. This is the best i got at the moment. Im still working on this series and requests. Just life is kinda busy. So please bear with me and enjoy the brain rot. This is also not proofread at all so RIP to any grammar police.

Word Count: 3012... This seemed longer.. sowwie, its smol.

New to the Series? Catch up here: Part 5

You sleepily make your way towards the bathroom door, hand closing over the knob as the incessant need to pee urges you forward. It was a little after 2am, you had fallen asleep rather early having spent most of the day lounging around the apartment.

Simon was on base for the day, running training exercises with Soap, Gaz and Captain Price. During the 3 months you have been living with Simon, you have come to learn his patterns. Training days meant that 9 times out of 10 he would spend the night on base. The days before a deployment he would make sure to stock the fridge and pantry with your favorites. On Sundays he did laundry, every 3rd wednesday he would get his haircut. Saturdays after returning for deployment were reserved for going out to Soap’s bar and having a well deserved drink. You also learnt his day to day routine, every morning he was home Simon rose at exactly 5:00am, went on a 12 mile run, when he returned if you weren't already awake he would prepare you a healthy breakfast and leave it out for you before heading to work.

On days when you were awake when he got back from his run he would shower, and you both would spend some time preparing breakfast together. Although those mornings instead of the nutritionally packed meals he usually prepared you often convinced him to make some sort of carb and sugar filled breakfast. Those mornings he would often leave the flat grumbling about how he should’ve run extra. Those mornings were your favorite.

Since you moved in your relationship with Simon had not progressed further than friends, sure there was still the burning desire that he ignited within you from just looking at you. And you would often linger just a little bit too long in his arms when he would give you a hug. But there hadn't been any kissing, and you haven't managed to end up naked in between his sheets. But that wasn't for lack of wanting.

As you shove open the bathroom door, you fail to realize that not only was the light on but the sound of running water was coming from the shower. As you quickly beeline for the enclosed toilet space, you don't feel a set of brown eyes watching your every move from behind the foggy glass. It isn't until you wash your hands in the sink and glance up into the large mirror on the wall that you realize you aren't alone. Through the fogged glass of the mirror you can make out Simon’s large silhouette, his tanned skin reduced to nothing more than a tan blob.

“Oh my god!” You squeak, whirling around, your chest heaving as you finally face Simon. He's mostly obscured by the fogged glass door of the walk-in shower, but his bemused smile is clear. “I didn't think you would be coming home!” You mutter out, your cheeks turning pink as he runs his hand across the glass cleaning away some of the fog. Now you can clearly see his face, although distorted by the water droplets on the glass.

“I should’ve texted you, I'm sorry.. I just didn't want to be late for the appointment in the morning..” Simon says as he reaches up, running his hand through his wet blonde hair.

“No, no! I'm sorry, I should've paid more attention. I'm such an airhead sometimes I didn't realize that there was someone in here..” you rush out as you try to desperately keep your eyes from straying from Simon's face. You aren’t sure if it's the heat from the shower or the pregnancy hormones but it takes all your willpower to keep your eyes from trailing down his toned body.

Simon pauses for a moment, his dark brown eyes trailing over you, from the adorable flush of your cheeks to the swell of your stomach under the sleep shirt you have on. “It’s alright. Love," Simon smiles. One of his panty dropping smiles that you swear he reserves for only you. It's the smile that sends shivers straight to your core. That leaves you a hot panting mess behind closed doors. Living with Simon and not jumping his bones at every opportunity was damn near torture during your second trimester. You were able to take care of things yourself, but now that your bump had grown substantially, you hadn’t been able to find relief.

Without thinking, you walk towards the shower and yank open the door, the hot steam pouring out. Little splashes of water hit your skin as you step into the small space. Your sleep shirt and shorts quickly drenched, as Simon stares at you wide eyed.

“Sweetheart…” Simon warns as your hands come to rest on his wet cheeks, your thumb catching on his bottom lip as he looks down at you, his pupils blown wide. You quickly close the space between you two, your bump pressing against the firm plains of his abs, your arms snaking around his neck as you sharply tug him down to your height. Your lips capture his in a sloppy, wet kiss. Simon groans low in his throat, his chest vibrating against your overly sensitive breasts. A new wave of need pluses through you as you try to get closer, Simon's cock jumping to life as it presses against your lower stomach. Simon's large hands land on your hips squeezing slightly as he turns you, pressing your back against the cold tile wall of the shower.

A startled gasp rushes past your lips as your back makes contact with the cold tile. A shiver running through you as your wet shirt makes it feel colder. Simon smiles against your lips, one hand coming up to graze over your pebbled nipples through the sopping wet fabric of your shirt. A breathy moan slips from you as Simon peppers kisses down the side of your jaw to your neck. The spray from the showerhead now sprays off his shoulders as he leans lower.

“Fuck.. Please,” you whine, nails scratching along the tops of his shoulders Simon wraps his lips around one of your nipples, over the fabric of your shirt. The friction from the wet fabric sends waves of pleasure through you straight to your core, your legs starting to shake with need and Simon has barely touched you.

“Such a needy girl…” Simon murmurs against your skin, as he flicks his tongue across your nipple. Your cheeks flush pink at his words but you’re hanging on to each one like they’re your life line. “Why didn't you just come to me if you needed some help baby?” Simon whispers softly, as his fingers trace the bottom of your bump, slipping beneath the fabric of your shirt as he pushes it up.

“I…I don't know,” You mumble your head tipping back against the cold shower wall.

Simon hums, his lips once again brushing across one of your nipples, pulling another moan from you. “God, your tits are amazing. It’s been hell walking around trying not to stare at them. Knowing that my child is the reason, knowing that they are growing to provide milk for our baby,” Simon whispers against your skin, and you swear you could cum just from the sounds of his voice.

“Simon… Please…” you whine, it's small and breathy, in any other circumstance you would be ashamed for sounding so weak, but right now you couldn't give two shits if the damn queen of England was standing here witnessing your plea.

“Tell me what you need baby, I don't want to hurt you..” Simon stands back to his full height, his hand coming to cup the side of your face. You force your eyes open, Simon's beautiful brown eyes staring at you. Simon is a large man, in all aspects of his life and the last thing he would ever want to do is hurt you unintentionally. Especially now, as you carry his child within you, he would rather be buried alive again than accidentally do something to hurt you or the baby.

“I need you to bend me over and fuck me senseless. I feel like I'm going to explode,” you whine, your needy hands coming to rake down his bare chest, sending a shiver through Simon's entire body.

“Whatever you need, Love,” Simon grunts before he bends down and picks you up, nudging open the shower door with his shoulder as he cradles you against his wet chest. He doesn’t stop to turn off the shower or even dry himself off as he brings you into his room. He sets you down on your feet and quickly drops to his knees in front of you. His still warm hands catching the waistband of your wet sleep shorts. He pulls them down your legs, goosebumps erupting across your skin from the sudden change in temperature.

Simon presses a series of soft kisses to the stretched skin of your stomach, his hands briefly cupping your belly/ “Hi Lovie,” he whispers softly to your bump and if you weren’t so ravishingly horny you could cry. The sight of probably one of the scariest men you know on his knees in front of you talking to his unborn child makes you want to scream in the best way. But your mind quickly goes blank as Simon's fingers trace the smooth skin of your inner thigh.

“Turn around, elbows on the bed, pet,” Simon stands again, his hands on your shoulders as he gently turns you. As if on autopilot you lean forwards, resting your elbows on the bed, giving Simon a perfect view of your ass. A deep groan hits your ears as Simon's hand comes to massage the puffy flesh of your ass. Your skin prickles with anticipation as his fingers dip lower, gathering the slick wetness from between your thighs. The breath wooshed from your lungs as he thrusts one finger into your slick cunt.

“You’re so wet for me, such a good girl aren't you?” Simon hums, lazily thrusting his finger before he adds a second. You tip your hips back, trying to make him go faster, this slow languid pace he was setting was driving you mad. You needed to be fucked, and god damn if you didn't get it right now you were going to cry.

“Si…” you whine, pushing your hips back into his hand as he curls his fingers within you.

“Hmm?”

“I’m pregnant, not made of fucking glass. I swear if you don't fu-” Your voice cuts off as Simon slams into you in one quick thrust. Your world spins for a moment and if you hadn't been holding onto the bed for support you would’ve fallen over. A startled gasp passes your lips and Simon all but freezes. “No please don't stop, it just feels different but not in a bad way…” You quickly mumble reaching back haphazardly with one hand to try and grab Simon's hip to force him to move.

“You sure?” Simon mumbles, his hands coming to rest on your hips, as he slowly pulls out before sinking back in.

“Oh god, yes, please,” you moan, your face now pressed into the mattress. That was all it took for Simon to continue, his hips thrust into you at a rapid pace, obscene moans leaving your lips as he slams home each time. Sex felt different this time, there was no slight burn from how big Simon was but you felt full, so deliciously full. You had been worried about having sex at any point during your pregnancy, having read that some women have no sex drive during pregnancy, especially the 3rd trimester. But thank the lord above it was not the case for you. Your thoughts turn to nothing as Simon lets out a harsh moan, your walls fluttering around him.

“Fuck baby, you’re squeezing me so tight,” Simon grunts as he adjusts his grip on your hip bones,his fingertips digging into your skin.

“Feels so good Simon.. I'm gonna cum..” You whimper as the familiar coil in your stomach tightens, teetering on the edge of release as he pounds into you. Your skin slapping against each other so loud you're sure the neighbors know what's going on.

“Cum for me baby,” Simon leans forward, one hand wrapping around your shoulder as he pulls you up slightly, your elbows no longer resting on the bed as he pulls you up against his chest. His hips still pistoning into you as he uses the new position to fuck into your harder. You reach up and grab the back of his neck with your hand, anchoring yourself to him, your other hand coming to find the hand still on your waistline. You guide his hand up to your throat where he gives it a gentle squeeze.

That small squeeze was all you needed to go tumbling over the edge into oblivion. Stars dance in front of your vision as the world goes quiet for a moment. Simon finds his own release moments after yours, his entire body tensing behind you. As you turn to putty in his arms, “Woah, I’ve got you,” Simon whispers into your sweaty hairline as his arms carefully wrap around you and he manages to slip out of you and hold you up.

“Sorry,” you mumble, fully sated as you lean against his chest. You can feel his heart hammering against your back, one arm firmly around you, right under your breasts the other resting lightly on your bump. His fingers softly rubbing along your soft skin.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Simon grunts, maneuvering you to the edge of the bed where he helps lower you into it.

“I just basically jumped you in the shower… “ you mutter, your eyes heavy as exhaustion hits you like a freight train hitting a brick wall.

Simon pauses as he gathers your wet pj’s from the floor and shoves them into his laundry basket. “You think I would be upset by you jumping me in the shower?” He asks, a small smile on his face.

You lift your head, watching as he shoves the clothes into the basket and grabs a black long sleeve shirt from the closet. He walks over, standing in front of you still in all his naked glory, the shirt in his hands. “Well.. I mean.. we haven’t exactly expressed wanting more than friendship..”

“Love, I’ve been taking it slow because I thought you only wanted to be friends… not because I wanted to. God, watching you walk around the apartment, your stomach growing with my child drives me insane, I’ve wanted to bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck you sensless every morning since the first day you got here.” Simon pulls the shirt over your head, and you put your arms through, the shirt still fits loosely even over your baby bump.

“Oh…” you freeze for a moment, you and Simon had gotten closer over the time you’ve lived with him. You had learnt about his past, about his mother and brother. About his nephew. You held him when he cried one night, his words a broken mess of how he was afraid he would turn out to be his dad. How he wished he could talk to his brother one last time, so he could ask him how he got past the fear of turning into his dad. How he handled the fear of being a dad when he had Joseph.

But the entire time you had lived together Simon had always treated you with respect, he never touched your stomach without asking. He always made sure to keep a respectable distance from you when you were on the couch. He never entered your room without permission and never asked about your life before coming to London.

But it wasn’t to say you didn’t share things with Simon, he knew your favorite color, your worst fear (unrelated to your family’s passing) , your greatest wish, he knew what you used to dream about being as a little kid. He knew that your favorite food could make you smile on your worst days, and that you liked to watch old sitcoms when it rained. If someone was to look into your conversations they would probably think you were already together. That you probably didn’t flaunt the physical aspects of your relationship. Simon had quickly broken down the walls you had put up around yourself, and had comfortably made his own spot in your heart.

Simon sits next to you, now dressed in a pair of black sweatpants, his large hand covering yours. You slowly look up at him, his brow furrowed as he studies your face. The small scar in his eyebrow evident this close, you reach out running a finger across it. The skin is slightly raised and water drips from his hair onto your finger.

“Then you should stop fighting the urge…” you finally whisper, your hand cupping the rough skin of Simon’s face.

“Would you be okay with that? With me touching you whenever I wanted… holding you.. kissing you?” Simon whispers, his eyes closing for a moment as he leans into your hand.

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, your forehead coming to rest against his, your eyes closed. For a moment you just sit there. Your foreheads pressed together, your breath mingling.

Could you be okay with that?

Could you let someone in that way?

Let someone get close enough that they could see all the broken and jagged edges of you?

Could you open yourself up to losing someone again?

The thought of Simon being gone suddenly, ripped away from you by some unknown, the same person who ripped your siblings and mother away from you makes you want to vomit.

But a small part of you chimes in, the part that knows Simon isn’t defenseless like your family was. Simon was a trained military man, a man who single handedly killed an entire crew for crossing him. He could handle himself. He had proved that time and time again in the field. He also had the rest of 141, the team who would go to the ends of the earth to find him.

You open your eyes, and look at Simon, the answer on the tip of your tongue as you stare at his beautiful face. His light blonde stubble, the small scars, the crook in his nose, the slightly uneven line of his lower lip. “Yes… I-I want that.. I want all of it.”

Next Part: 7

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missmeinyourbones · 2 years

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haikyuu boys as icks

because my favorite thing is humbling men and fictional men are no exception | aot version & jjk version

atsumu:

does that thing where he "forgets to know your name" so he doesn't look obsessed with you, but in reality he just looks like a douchebag LOL he's comes up to you all nonchalant like "y/n, right?" as if he doesn't follow you on ig and like all of ur pics....and he thinks it makes him look so cool and popular and mysterious and then u look him dead in the eye and ur like "yeah, you're osamu, right?" he's humbled very quickly

osamu:

when he’s really tired or clingy, he talks in a baby voice :/ sometimes even refers to himself in the third person :/ just typing this rn is making me frown with disappointment. like yeah atsumu may be the more dramatic twin, but thats only bc he’s shameless in public. behind closed doors, osamu is right there w/ him. you find him pouting on the couch after a long day like “osamu wants cuddles >:(” or “can we make dinner together i’m hungwy >:(” big offender of the “sowwy” and “pwease” agenda. arrest him

suna:

is the embodiment of that one trend where you tell guys they look like they can’t swim and they get so unnecessarily defensive about it LOL. you say he “gives off a vibe that he can’t swim that well” and hes DISTRAUGHT...immediately whipping out all of his cards to prove you wrong like “obviously i can swim, wtf let’s go find a public pool rn and i’ll show you how good i can swim” also gets you back in such a ruthless way like “okay, but i can. and you look like you don’t know how to read.” feelings end up hurt on both ends :/

hinata:

whenever you guys go to the store, he holds up the line because he’s like “oh, i have a coupon for that!!! :)” but it's never convenient at all. it could be for the most minuscule or absurd products too, like toilet paper or ballpoint pens, and he’s digging through his wallet once you guys reach the register. like baby AREN’T YOU A PRO ATHLETE???? i think you can afford the extra $1.42 for granola bars. you bring up the idea of him having the coupon ready before he gets in line and he’s like “idk i don't wanna hold it for that long 🥱”

kageyama:

LEAVES HIS BEARD HAIR IN THE SINK AFTER SHAVING. oh my god, i am making myself angry rn. you rinse it out every single time and when you ask him if he knows what happens to all of his little trimmings, he’s just like “idk....i guess they just evaporate or slide down over time” when you literally clean up after him like a maid :I he makes me sick (inspired by that one tiktok of the oblivious husband and knowing wife)

bokuto:

doesnt understand politics so he just labels himself as “non-political” which comes across as him just being douchey :/ it makes him look so ignorant when he first tells you :/ like a man who thinks he’s too good to be socially and politically aware bc it doesn't affect him / when in reality, politics just really isn't his forte academically and he’s never learned the basics of it :/ because he is really smart ok i stand by this!!!! he’s a scholar and a college grad...he just only focuses on his areas of interest. take a gov course baby expand ur horizons

akaashi:

if you ask him those silly hypothetical relationship questions (the ones where you just want him to say something sweet, something that proves he loves you) he is not having it in the slightest. you ask him “would you still love me if i was a worm?” and he’s deadly serious like “no? one, that's not even possible. two, if i’m ever attracted to a worm then i need to be constrained and arrested. three, i think that’s really wrong for you to expect me to seamlessly deal with that big of a transition in our relationship--” and you have to be like OH MY GODDD OKAYYYYY IT WAS A TEST!!! AND YOU FAILED!!!

kuroo:

millennial core LOLLLLLLL im sorry. he posts a pic of him after he gets his hair cut and captions it “just did a thing! :P” EWWWW my toes are curling rn. he takes his selfies from the highest mom facebook angle and does the signature middle aged white man smirk. if he ever films a video of himself it’s so cringy bc he does the millennial zoom in and talks as if he’s a movie protagonist. attends a single work meeting and claims he’s “adulting 😂” at the ripe age of 27

oikawa:

when he really likes you, he does that thing where he's like "you're just not like other girls/people!!!! you're so different!!!!!!" you do basic human things like don't constantly wear makeup or eat whatever you please and he's like "i love how you can be so real around me, you're so quirky <3" you shave your legs or do your hair and he’s like “baby you don’t have to do all of this for me!!!!” he’s never touched a woman in his life. self unaware king

iwaizumi:

swears that period cramps are not that bad and that people who get periods over-exaggerate to make men (or people who don’t get periods in general) feel guilty about not dealing with them. believes with his entire chest that “getting kicked in the balls” is equivalent to the pain of childbirth. one day you jokingly buy one of those period cramp simulator machines and hook him up to it. he's all “i’m gonna be fine babe” and “it probably just feels like a stomach ache”.... he doesnt get past the 3rd setting and is holding back tears when you finally turn it off

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mommaamy-princessamelia · 2 months

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I wake her up, it's early so it's still dark outside. "Nnnnnnngh!! 'eepy Mummy, why you wake me?"

"it's a surprise princess, I know it's early but if you're a good girl and hurry up and get ready maybe you can go back to sleep on the way."

"on the way where Mummy?" She asks as I start to pick out her clothes and a clean nappy. Need to have the little miss leaky pants wrapped up for the long journey ahead.

"you'll see baby." I smiled at her

I pick out some dungerees and a band T-shirt, something still little but suitable for going out in public. After changing her soggy bum and getting her dressed I scoop her up in my arms and carry her to the car.

"Go back to sleep if you can poppet, we have a long drive ahead of us." I tell her as I buckle her in the back seat. I get in the car and notice her nodding off in the rear view mirror.

She sleeps until we reach the city, the hustle and bussle of the morning traffic waking her from her slumber. "Morning sleepyhead." I greet her with a cheery smile.

"where are we Mummy?"

"we're in London sweetie, the big city a little ways from home. Let's go park the car and get some breakfast and then we can talk about your surprise."

I watch in the mirror as her face lights up at the mention of a surprise and appreciate how lucky I am to have such an adorable little girl. I have a very special day planned for her.

We walk to a little cafe and order some breakfast, I order a cup of coffee and a bacon sandwich for myself and a strawberry milkshake and a few slices of toast with strawberry jam.

As we wait for our order she looks across the table at me nervously. "Can you tell me about the my surprise now please Mummy?" She asks sheepishly.

"Well you've been such a super duper good girl that I've planned a fun day out. After breakfast we're going to go to a couple of museums, maybe do some shopping and then later, if you're a good girl all day, I have an extra special surprise for you." I smile at her as she gets all giddy with excitement and our order arrives. "Eat up Princess, we have a big day ahead of us."

After breakfast we get a cab to our first stop, the Natural History Museum. I hold her hand tight as we enter and pay for our tickets. We wander the museum and I watch as her face lights up in wonder as she sees creatures from long ago. Getting excited and pointing "Mummy look!!" As she runs over to one of the exhibits.

"Not so fast little one!" I smirk as I grab a hold of her dungerees. I turn her to face me and look down at her, smiling softly. "I know you're excited sweetpea but you have to stay with Mummy. This is a very big place and we don't want you getting lost now, do we?"

The little cutie shakes her head and clings to my arm "I sowwy!"

"It's ok baby, just stay close so Mummy can protect you."

We walk around the rest of the museum without incident and it's getting towards lunch time.

"was that fun baby?" I ask her as we make our way to the gift shop.

"Uh huh! Fank oou Mummy!" She replies, squeezing my arm.

"Good!" I say smiling ecstatically "wanna go choose a toy from the gift shop?"

She nods furiously in response and I giggle at her.

"come on then. But don't take too long, we still have a lot to do today."

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crissiebaby · 11 months

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The Padded Palace Act III: Chapter 5

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, crossdressing, inappropriate language, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes. Be sure to check out the link in the description if you need to start all the way back from the first chapter in Act I! I hope you enjoy!

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With the minute hand sharply pointing upward and the hour hand in the opposite position, Connor stared at the pastel-colored clock in the nursery dreading life as the sound of three extra-hyper munchkins invaded his eardrums. Typically, six o’clock would mark the end of the working day, where he would get to wave goodbye to Stacy, Riri, and Ellie before enjoying a nice, relaxing weekend off. Tragically, that was not the case today as all six o’clock signaled that it was time to change out of their coveralls and dresses, and into the PJs they had brought from home.

Stomping over to the rocking chair where Connor was resting, Stacy placed a hand on her hip while pointing toward the door to the nursery with the other. “We not changin in front of chus,” she said as she grabbed the sleeve of his button-up shirt and attempted to yank him up from his chair, though she lacked the adequate strength to pull off such a maneuver.

“Alright, alright, I can see when I’m not wanted,” said Connor teasingly as he made his way out of the nursery, stopping as he reached the door, “You know, Stacy, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“GET OUT!” shouted Stacy in response, grabbing a nearby plushy and chucking it at Connor, forcing him to flee to avoid being hit.

Placing her hands on her cheeks in shock, Riri scrambled to her feet and sprinted toward the door. “TUMBY!” she yelled, rushing to the aid of the stuffed animal that had been used as an impromptu projectile. Holding the stuffy in her arms, she turned to look at Stacy with watery eyes, “Don fwow fwens! Chus neesa apple-a-gize.”

“Ish a pwushy, ish fine,” said Stacy, rolling her eyes at Riri’s genuine panic over the well-being of what to her was nothing more than an inanimate object.

Folding her arms around Tumby, Riri took in a big lungful of air before shutting her lips tight with her cheeks puffed out.

“What are you doing?” asked Stacy, annoyed but slightly amused by whatever Riri was up to. As the seconds began to tick by, though, she watched with growing concern as Riri’s face took on a fainted blue hue, “What the…just breathe!” She placed her hands on either side of Riri’s shoulders and shook her to no avail. Panicking, she said the only thing she could think of to make Riri stop. “Okay, fine, I’m sorry!”

Gasping for air, the color of Riri’s face returned to normal. She smiled, wiggling her shoulder in victory. “Hehehe! I gots chus to say chus sowwy,” she said, her mouth forming a very toothy smile.

“Dang Riri, you got Stacy to say sorry? I didn’t even think she knew that word existed,” said Ellie, not even trying to sound Little as she stood with her back turned to the others and pulled her green, t-rex footie pajamas up over her shoulders. Despite the incident with Connor and the caterpillar stuffy happening well before lunch was served, Ellie was still stewing over the way Connor sided with Stacy, causing her to feel animosity toward the both of them. Even when Connor had her up on the changing table, she refused to make eye contact with him, let alone say anything.

Sighing, Stacy recognized that if tonight was going to go how she wanted it to, then she was going to need Ellie on her side. Having already humbled herself once with Riri, she decided to rip the bandaid off now rather than letting it slowly peel. With the alphabet caterpillar in hand, she traversed the length of the nursery and set it down next to where Ellie was changing. “I didn mean ta make chus sad. I hope chus can fowgib me,” she said, strategically avoiding saying the “S” word so as not to concede more than she had to. If Stacy was anything, she was prideful.

Thankfully for the sake of friendship, Ellie didn’t question the lack of a direct apology and decided to take whatever Stacy was willing to give her. Her lip quivered as she turned around and threw herself into Stacy’s arms in a hug. Ellie may have been one to talk tough, especially when she felt slighted, but she was a big softie through and through.

Wrapping her arms around Ellie, Stacy was in no hurry to rush their embrace to an end, letting Ellie stay in her arms for however long she wanted. When Ellie finally broke from the hug, it was time for Stacy to go to work. She took hold of both of Ellie’s hands and leaned into her ear, whispering something quiet enough so that Riri couldn’t hear.

Giggling like the Little girl she was, Ellie nodded her head yes, agreeing to whatever Stacy had secretly asked of her. “Dis ish gonsa be a supa fun seep over,” she said, her body radiating pure energy as she was too excited to contain herself.

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Folding the large pizza box in half, Connor shoved the grease-covered container into the garbage can before wiping the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his arm. “Goddess-damn, it’s getting hot,” he said, commenting on the over 100-degree garage that he was standing in. Thankfully, the sweet embrace of AC was waiting for him as he stepped back inside the house and shut the door firmly behind him, “Perfect! Now all I have to do is get the dryer going and I’m done with housework.”

Jogging over to the washing machine, Connor popped it open and began depositing the damp clothing into the neighboring machine, doing his best to keep from fawning over the silky, frilly outfits. Over the past two months, his jealousy of the female sex had only grown stronger to the point where he dreaded removing his nighties every morning to put on his boring boy clothes. The material of his crew-neck t-shirts and blue jeans felt like sandpaper on his skin in comparison to the milky smoothness of silk and satin. Maybe he could convince Latasha to let him exchange his pull-ups for panties. Not every day but maybe once or twice a week.

*Bzzzzzzzz! Bzzzzzzzz!*

Suddenly, Connor’s eyes were drawn to his jeans pocket, where his cell phone was buzzing loudly for his attention. Pulling his phone out, a warm smile crossed his face as he saw Latasha’s name on the caller ID with the word, “Mommy,” next to her name in parenthesis. “Hey, Latasha! You guys still on the road?” he asked, leaning casually against the washing machine.

“Hi, Connor! We’re just getting checked into the hotel right now. The line is ridiculous, though. I don’t think I remember ABDL conventions being quite this packed,” she said in a half-joking, half-serious tone, “How’s everything going with you? Is the Palace still standing?”

Snickering at the way Latasha could sprinkle sugar over even the most probing questions, Connor decided to keep a tight lip on how stressed he’d been working as a solo caregiver. Latasha was just starting her vacation, after all. The last thing he wanted was for her not to trust him again in the future. “Everything’s fine on our end. The girls are actually changing into their PJs as we speak,” he said, trying to avoid going into too much detail about the day’s events.

“Excellent! I knew you could handle it,” said Latasha, unaware of how she was amplifying Connor’s guilt over not being more forthcoming about how challenging handling Padded Palace duties on his own had been, “Glad to hear you haven’t had too much trouble with the three little piglets.”

Before Connor could respond, another voice came through Latasha’s end of the call, one he recognized instantly. “Mommy! Mommy! Ish ouw tuwn!” shouted Skye excitedly just loud enough for the phone’s speaker to pick it up.

“Hehe! I think you need to worry about your own little piglet right now,” said Connor, deciding not to keep Latasha’s Little girl waiting any longer for her Mommy, “We can talk more later when you have time. I should probably be getting back to the girls myself.”

“Sounds good, Connor! If I don’t call again tonight, I definitely will tomorrow,” said Latasha, her voice turning into more of a whisper-yell as her sentence neared its end, “Love you, Connie.”

Connor’s face instantly turned red hearing Latasha said his Little name so soothingly. “I love you too, Mommy,” he said, beaming with youthful energy as he said those endearing words. As the call came to an end, he placed his phone back in his pocket and quickly finished putting clothes in the dryer before rushing back to the nursery with an extra pep in his step. “Okay, girls! Are you all done changing?” he said, placing his hand over his eyes as he entered the nursery.

However, before anyone responded, Connor was impacted by a pair of grabby arms wrapping themselves around his body. “Hiya! I gotchu!” said Ellie, giggling as she squeezed Connor tightly.

Ellie’s actions were enough to cause Connor to remove his hand from his eyes as he looked down at the felt dinosaur that was attacking him. “Eeeep! Someone help! I’m being eaten alive!” he said playfully, throwing himself against the wall as Ellie continued to cling to his torso.

“Wuh chus fink of my nightie, Connow?!” shouted Riri, jumping up and down on her tiptoes as she stood happily in her sparkly, purple nightgown, which stopped just as it reached her butt, keeping her diapers exposed at all times.

Peaking overtop Ellie’s dinosaur hood whilst keeping her distant enough from his pelvic region so as not to rustle his pull-ups, Connor bit his tongue behind his endearing smile, doing everything in his power not to feel envious of Riri’s adorable outfit. “You look cute as can be, Riri,” he said, transferring the blush that had previously filled his cheeks to Riri.

“Yeah! I love the look, Riri. Giving off real Target Exclusive vibes,” said Stacy, doing nothing to disguise how back-handed her compliment was. Unlike Ellie and Riri, Stacy’s sleepwear looked almost too normal, dawning a simple, gray hoodie with no bottoms on to cover her bulbous diaper, “What about you Connor? Got any fun PJs you wanna show us?”

Knowing that Stacy was alluding to the pink pull-ups that were hidden under his jeans, Connor refused to drop the warm smile that he had given Riri, deciding to kill Stacy with kindness instead of barking back. “Sorry to disappoint. I typically just sleep in boxers,” he said, his statement only slightly false since that was what he had previously worn to bed before moving in with Latasha. He quickly changed the subject, not wanting to dwell on his own wardrobe for too long, lest Stacy get any mischievous ideas, “Well, girls, the night is young. Do you three wanna snuggle up and watch a movie or maybe play a board game?”

Stacy and Ellie made eye contact for a brief moment, prompting Ellie to raise her hand. “I wanna pway hide n’ seek!” she said, curling her lips inward to keep from chuckling like the naughty, scheming Little she was.

“Hmmm…I suppose a few rounds won’t hurt! Hide and seek it is!” he said, smiling brightly as he thought nothing of Ellie’s request, “You three go hide while I count to thirty.”

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storiesagehumileation · 5 months

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Anne Steals from Her Mother As a mother, I always tried my best to instill good values and morals in my children. However, there are times when they test our patience and push the boundaries. This was one of those times. One sunny afternoon, I noticed that my favorite skirt and knickers were missing from my wardrobe. I searched high and low, but they were nowhere to be found. My heart sank as I realized that my daughter, Anne, must have taken them. Feeling a mix of anger and disappointment, I quickly went to find Anne. I found her attempting to sneak out of the house, wearing my stolen skirt and knickers. Anne! I exclaimed, my voice filled with frustration. Startled, she froze in her tracks, her eyes widening with guilt. She knew she had been caught red-handed. Without saying a word, I grabbed her by the arm and led her straight into the kitchen. Once we reached the kitchen, I sat Anne down on a chair and stood in front of her, trying to calm myself before speaking. Anne, I began sternly, stealing is wrong. It's not only disrespectful but also hurtful. Tears welled up in Anne's eyes as she realized the gravity of her actions. But before she could utter an apology or explanation, I decided it was time for a more direct approach. I gently took hold of Anne's chin and looked into her eyes. You know what happens when you misbehave like this, I said firmly. With that, I reached into a drawer and pulled out a pacifier. Placing it in Anne's mouth, I spoke to her as if she were a baby. Now, now, I cooed softly. We need to remind you of your place. Anne's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she sucked on the pacifier, feeling like a small child once again. i then leaned her over my lap and spanked anne like an infant. she screamed and screamed as i spanked her over my skirt and knickers. anne kicked her legs helplessly

As I continued to scold Anne, I knew that a simple scolding and spnaking wouldn't be enough to teach her a lesson. I needed to make her understand the consequences of her actions fully. With a heavy heart, I gently lifted Anne from the chair and guided her towards the center of the kitchen. Anne, I said firmly, this skirt you stole is mine. You have no right to take it without permission. I raised her skirt and lowered her knickers, exposing her bottom and vagina. Anne's face turned bright red with humiliation and i held her there in that postion for all the world to see. anne realized the extent of her punishment. To add an extra level of discipline, I placed a toddler's potty beneath her and sat her down like an infant Now, I said firmly, you will sit here and think about what you've done. Anne's eyes filled with tears as she sat on the potty, feeling incredibly small and foolish. i smiled a gentle smile when anne used the potty. her face going a very dark red

After some time had passed, it was clear that Anne had learned her lesson. She was sobbing uncontrollably, begging for mercy and promising never to steal again. Feeling a mix of sympathy and determination, I stood Anne up from the potty and led her to the sink. she waddled all the way over as her knickers remained around her ankel. she continued to cry, I gently cleaned her like an infant, using warm water and a soft cloth. Anne's cries grew louder as she felt the humiliation wash over her.

I gently removed Anne's skirt and knickers, leaving her in just a vest. I then sat her down on a chair and looked into her tear-filled eyes. From now on, you will speak like a baby, I said softly, trying to maintain a calm but firm tone. Anne's face turned even redder with embarrassment as she realized the extent of her punishment. She hesitated for a moment before finally speaking in a small, childlike voice. I sowwy, Mommy, she whimpered, her words slightly muffled by the pacifier still in her mouth. I nodded, acknowledging her apology. That's a good start, Anne, I replied gently. But remember, actions speak louder than words. You need to show me through your behavior that you understand the importance of honesty and respect. Anne sniffled and nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. She knew that she had let me down and that it would take time to rebuild my trust. Good girl, I said softly, patting her head gently. Now let's get you cleaned up and dressed properly. I led Anne to the bathroom and filled the bathtub with warm water. As she sat in the tub, I carefully washed away the tears and dirt from her face. Anne closed her eyes and allowed herself to be cared for like a baby, feeling both comforted and humbled by the experience. Once she was clean, I dried her off with a fluffy towel and helped her into fresh clothes.

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 3 years

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Little artist

Summary:

concept where nora is having that “i wanna be an artist” phase and just doodling and spilling paint everywhere in the house 😬

Genre: fluff

Warning: coloring on walls..

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader, dad! Chris x Nora & Nolan

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Norw has been quiet lately, extra quiet. She was a three which meant she was still getting into things. Recently she started her faze of drawing. She thought she was a pro which honestly she was, but sometimes she goes a little crazy and draws on everything.

You stop her before she gets out of hand most of the time, but today was no success.

You sat on the couch reading your book, Chris beside you working on his laptop. you just put Nolan down for his nap and Nora was off playing. You haven't heard from her in a while which didn't concern you until she came into the living room with a crayon and a smirk on her face.

"Nora.. what do you do with that crayon?" Chris asked closing his laptop. Nora looked down at her crayon in her hand. "I draw."

"honey where did you draw?" You asked now. Nora hummed. "The wall!" She said that happily as she smiled.

"oh honey no." You and Chris got up at the same time. "Show us where you drew on the wall Nora."

Nora skipped until she reached the wall. There was crayon marks all over it. You sighed. "Nora, you can't draw on the wall."

"why?" She looked at you and Chris with her puppy dog eyes. "Because the wall it's paper. Now I clean this off the wall and that's not easy bub." Chris said as he placed his hand on his waist. Nora sighed. "I'm sowwy."

"it's okay honey, but don't do it again okay." You picked her up and kissed her cheek. "Now should we go make some lunch and then clean that later."

Nora nodded, "yeah. I help you." "With cleaning the walls?" Chris asked. Nora shook her head frowning. "No, with lunch."

Chris scoffed playfully. "Oh ok."

"but we have to eat goldfish with our lunch." She rushed out. "Goldfish with lunch it is."

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introloves · 4 years

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Aone having a FAT crush on a tiny quiet barista at his new favorite cafe, they’ve memorized his order and even makes sure to keep his favorite seat open every morning for him- maybe they go to his school too but they never really talk? They kinda smile at him and wave in the hallways but never talk?

THIS IS SO CUTEEEE!!!!! nd bc im me i turned it into smut :( sowwy

— first times + big dick aone, embarrassed abt his size + size kink + brief summary of aone x reader’s relationship before we get to the smut + hard smut towards the end + f! reader

he wouldn’t say anything, he couldn’t say anything but you’d know by the way he he’s always mumbling when he gets to the counter, eyes shying away from your own, hands shaky everytime he’d hand you money, 2.25, every morning for his favorite cup of tea.

it’d always take you a couple seconds to put yourself back together, your own shaky hands tenaciously putting together his drink, perhaps making it with extra care.

he’d usually come alone, but on rare days there’d be a couple other faces. one in particular with brown sleek hair, would push him to mumble out words other than, ‘thank you’.

the teasing laughter and bright red coloring to his face was a dead giveaway. you’d only mess with your friends like this if there was crushing involved.

it’d make you burn up at the thought that he had a crush on you, he’s so big and intimidating and at first you’d have your guard up everytime he stepped inside, a looming presence not hard to notice.

but as the days went by, you’d see how much care he’d put into things. he’d take time to clean up his booth, make sure to recycle his cup, and always shyly nod his head towards you in a silent goodbye. on days where he feels especially brave, aone leaves a flower, one that he thinks most closely resembles your beauty.

on those days, when its your turn to clean the tables and you see a single, delicately picked flower, your heart thumps loudly in your chest.

you’d started falling for him before long.

and of course the dating starts shortly after.

you swear you’ve never felt love before him. he’s everything you needed, a nice security in an otherwise tumultuous and very scary world.

he holds you with arms that are twice as thick as yours, could squeeze you tight enough to hurt so very easy, but instead cradles you to sleep with so much care.

hands that work tirelessly, calloused, veiny and wide touch your face with a delicacy that doesn’t come naturally to someone of his size. he works at it, works at making sure he’s careful.

and you appreciate it, you do, but when you see him open jars for you with ease, reach over your head to pluck whatever you need from the top of shelves in stores, pick you up with no groan or strain, it makes your mind wander.

everything with him is so easy, so you don’t know why, when you’re slick between the thighs, throbbing with want for him, he makes it so hard.

he refuses your advances, pulls you off with a sad smile and jumbled words of,

“he’s not ready.” when you can clearly see he’s hard behind his pants.

it makes you cry, wondering if you’re not good enough. was the flustered flirting, kisses, and confession all just a big joke?

your tears break him, he hurriedly explains that it’s him. he won’t hurt you, can’t, refuses to.

“what are you talking about.” you hiccup, whipping away the tears.

“i just...” he sighs, running a palm down his face.

“i’m too big.”

your jaw nearly drops at that. the heat of embarrassment and lick of something hotter burns at your neck and tummy.

you’ve never heard or seen a man shy away because of his size, usually they boast and brag and have very little to boast and brag about.

you tell him it doesn’t matter, you want him. eyes wide and pleading, hoping he doesn’t shy away because you want him so bad.

his resolution is broken, he’s attracted to you after all. but you’re so small, so cute and plush and curvy in all the places he wants to sink his fingers into.

“i’ll be gentle.” he thinks when he finally grabs you, pulling you onto his lap.

he doesn’t miss the way your mouth shuts closed when you feel him, hips giving a small push against him to make sure you aren’t imagining him like this.

the kissing starts, fevered lips painting eachother in spit, shy moans leave the both of you.

foreplay is skipped, you’ve both held back long enough, and you wouldn’t let him anyways.

“not a good idea.” aone mumbles, but you don’t listen. you want him now.

one again you push at his weak spots, everything he does, he does to please you. but you make it seem that it’s quite the opposite, you want what he wants.

and aone is anything but an aroused man with a cute, soft, tiny girlfriend beneath him.

the first meeting of his cockhead against your leaking, twitching hole has him clench his teeth, hand placed heavy over your tummy to still your hips.

“it’s going to hurt.” he reminds you, but you still don’t care.

“i want you.” you breathe, it makes him hiss.

there were many steps you’d both taken together to get where you were.

from the first time he saw you at the café, bustling around with a smile that tugged at his heart, to a couple minutes ago, when you panted wantonly into his ear about how much you fantasized of him burying himself in you to the hilt, watching your eyes roll back as he pushes in is his favorite so far.

he’s not that expirienced, but knows that the growing wetness dripping onto his thighs with every squelch of your pussy as he sinks in is a good sign.

“g-god. nobu, you’re so big.” you chant.

he knows, he warned you.

but it’s not a bad thing, he thinks, because with just a few pumps in, the stretch he gives you, along with hips brushing against your clit, you’re already creaming around him.

he doesn’t blink the whole time you do, zeroed in on the shake of your thighs, fat squishing him against you, pussy equally trying to milk him of his own.

he thinks the best thing to do is to stay still and wait until you’re okay.

aone knows you are when the talk starts back up.

you can see the sweat glisten against his chest, you know he’s holding back, giving you shy thrusts once more.

it’s good, the same shy, tentative thrusts just made you cum so hard you couldn’t hear for a second, but there’s a hint of raw power he’s holding back.

“takanobu.” you call to him with a shaky voice.

he responds with a worried glance.

“use me.”

he looks at you in disbelief,

“n-no. i’ll hurt you.”

your hips rut, swiveling around the very hard cock of him in absolute desperation.

“i want you to hurt me.” you say. and he sees red.

there’s a tinge of fear at the hardened gaze he gives you, he moves you with an ease, making a show to grab your hips in both hands, lifting you off the bed as he kneels down.

he does as he’s told, moving you how he wants, impaling you down on his big cock over and over, watching the soft parts of you jiggle with the intensity of it, meeting the fat of your ass and thighs with harsh slaps. he digs already darkening splotches the shape of his nails into you.

you can do nothing but scream, trying to hold on to the bed so you don’t slam into the creaking headboard. but you don’t really have to worry, even now he makes sure to keep you from moving away from his pounding.

you can’t feel your legs with the second orgasm that takes you, knees lock and pussy once again creaming all over him while he drills into you.

this is what you wanted, your own pleasure being driven by aone. just like everything else, he makes sure to take care of you so good, your cunt numb and fucked open by the time he’s done.

he pulls out to cum all over your pussy, there’s so much.

he finally comes back to you with a noise that sounds apologetic.

“i’m sor-“ you cut him off before he can say anything, grabbing his face in both hands with shaky arms thanks to him.

“don’t.” you begin, telling him that it’s okay to not be careful, something he’s always been.

you let him know that with you, he doesn’t have to tip toe, that in the safety the two of your shared, he was free to do everything those who didn’t know him whispered about him. he was allowed to be mean, allowed to use those muscles he’s built, allowed to be scary.

finishing with a kiss to his lips,

you’ve loved him since he left you flowers at work, and you’d still love him even after drilling your pussy into submission.

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ihatebnha · 3 years

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Yes hi can I geettttttt one large Katsuki with a side of dick please?

yes ma'am coming right up....... ok its ready come pick it up at the register

keyword: LARGE katsuki... extra large... 2 XL.... 3 xl.... head go brrrrr

premise: where in which you model dynamight’s new clothing line and for whatever reason dynamight himself can’t keep his hands off of u...

enjoy <3<3 i kinda popped off lowkey (even tho i ended up using his hero name smh im sowwy)

It’s not like you’re small.

You think you’re a good size. Absolutely fine, of a perfect height, in a perfect body, everything. There is not a single thing about you that isn’t normal or expected, and for all the time you spend thinking about your looks, in the end, your body, for all it’s worth, is yours and actually quite comfortable.

But damn. If Katsuki Bakugo, the infamous, the incredible, Dynamight, isn’t one of the largest men you have ever seen in your fucking life.

In comparison to him, you might as well be the size of a kid. A doll.

It’s not like you didn’t know this... or at least, could have guessed. His height is broadcasted to the world in all the interviews he’s in, and mentioned in almost every hero gossip magazine like it’s the only cool thing about him… It’s just that, in real life, he’s a bit more... imposing… than you thought he would be.

The only real images you have of him are from the sports festivals you watched when you were younger, and the blurry shots from the news that play on repeat almost every day.

Neither of which truly encapsulate the sheer size of him in comparison to you, and really, what a powerhouse of a man he actually is.

Bakugo towers over everyone, at least by a full head, and what he doesn’t have in height, he makes up for in bulk. His body is nothing less than that of a statue’s, and by all means just goes to show anyone, villain or not, that he is an absolute machine of destruction, a predator, you name it, wrapped in muscle and sinew and brutal, pink scars.

And he is currently shirtless, standing on the well-lit, white tarp of the studio background, waiting for you.

“Where’s the new extra?”

He bemoans, his expression curved into a mean scowl, practically stomping a foot in the direction of his manager, to which your stomach does flip flops and your heart sinks. Too busy caught up in watching him from afar, you rush to pull off the robe they draped you in and hurry to his side, dressed only in a Dynamight themed lingerie set and boots, held together with ridged, green garters.

“I’m here, I’m sorry, I-“

Bakugo’s eyes flit to yours, halting your nervous words instantly, before moving his gaze to look you up and down as he nods his head back and gestures to his side.

“Doesn’t matter now,” he purrs, his voice deep and rough, a hand reaching out to grab your arm, “Get over here.”

You nod, quickly, your teeth knocking together as you move into position beside him and face the camera that’s been teasing you since you got here.

Hired to model a new line of intimate, Dynamight clothing march, you know that his agency only called you because everyone else on their roster had quit. They called you because supposedly Dynamight was sick of looking at “models…” and said that out of everyone, you were the only one he had approved of… Though you know that probably just means that all the other girls were chased away by Bakugo’s mean snarl, and you were the first replacement to answer the phone.

Still…

Part of you doesn’t entirely believe that, at least if the way you feel Katsuki Bakugo practically salivating over your shoulder is anything to go by, his wide chest against your back as he very, non-discreetly presses his hips into your ass and runs his thick hand over your sides.

And when the sounds of shutters start going off, your expression now neutralized for the camera and nervousness long buried for another time, you can’t help but let yourself lean back into him, your hands moving to rest on his as he grips your waist with the strength only a hero in the Top Ten could have.

If you thought that Bakugo was large before… you are definitely not disappointed now.

You are on your knees in front of him, his legs spread to accommodate the way you sit between them, and your hands on his thighs as he hastily frees his cock from the cage that is his sweatpants.

You can’t help but gape, staring open-mouthed at the already hard member, which curves upward toward his belly and is surrounded by fine, blonde pubes.

“Surprised?” he mutters, a knowing lilt to his raspy voice, enjoying the sight of you going slack jawed, and he smirks at your expression, his canines bared and eyes heavy-lidded.

It’s large. So large you suddenly wonder what you’re doing, and how the hell you’re going to please him properly. He’s definitely the biggest you’ve seen probably... ever, and though the feelings are mostly overwhelmed by a twisted sense of desire, fear strikes your heart when you think about taking him in your mouth and… elsewhere.

You narrow your eyes, one hand reaching out to gently grip the shaft, the head unashamedly dripping a milky precum which you use to give him a few timid pumps before looking to his eyes for confirmation that that is what he wants.

He groans immediately, almost sounding relieved, throwing his head back onto the back of the chair as you shyly work him.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day, you know,” he says into the air, “You and that fuckin’ body.”

To be honest, it’s no surprise, especially when you consider how he practically didn’t take his hands off you the entire shoot, and think about the fact that in more than a few of the photos you took, his mouth was on some part of your body…

You can’t help but worry your lip between your teeth thinking about it, blinking up at him and staying silent.

“What, you scared of me or something, baby?”

Bakugo tilts his head toward yours, an eyebrow raised in question, aiming to close the gap between your faces but not quite entirely.

“No, I just…” you hesitate, unsure of how to proceed. If anyone knows how attractive Bakugo is, it’s he himself, and you definitely don’t want to ruin the moment by saying something stupid.

You also don’t want him in on the information that you’ve never been with a guy so big, alongside the fact that you’ve never been with a Pro Hero of his caliber, either, afraid that maybe he’ll mock you for your inexperience or sudden petulance, and in thinking so, you settle with a shrug, a smile, and a simple,

“I’m just nervous.”

Though your hand on his dick slows to an embarrassing stop, being that you’re too preoccupied with trying to fight the urge to shy away from his intense red eyes, his smile only returns, still cocky, still Bakugo, but nonetheless quite sweet.

And in his smile, in the way he wraps one hand around yours on his cock before leaning down to kiss you, it doesn’t take much thought to know that he’ll most definitely take care of you, big dick or not.

He’s a hero, after all, the biggest one you know.

The pictures end up being released about a month later, to which all of your friends (and almost the entirety of Japan) immediately pick up their phone to ask you about. They gush over Dynamight, telling you how lucky you are to have scored the modeling gig, to have been so up close and personal with the Dynamight himself, but you can only laugh in response.

Looking at the photos, though, you can see what they mean, as once again you are reminded of just the sheer size of him, the images doing nothing to hide the way your head doesn’t even reach his chin, or how his fingers on your waist easily dip toward your belly button in a tight squeeze.

Or the fact that in all of them, he looks at you like he’s absolutely, positively smitten.

And from the glaring, possessive look in his eyes, you are also reminded of your escapade in the dressing room, the way Bakugo smiled at you, and the large cock that will haunt your sexual fantasies for the rest of your life.

It’s honestly no wonder that, when the Dynamight himself posts a photo from the shoot on his personal page, the caption is a bold, “call me.”

#bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #yall this idea has been in my head since last week #i just want to pose next to him in his merch as he looks in the camera all s*xy or whatever #im sorry i didnt write the actual d*ck s*cking i just honestly couldnt think of what he'd say and didnt want to make u wait #and to my insecure ladies... this is definitely abt u don't worry #bakugo most def likes a lil chub #i called him and asked #and he said yes st*pid now stop calling me #also i will do my other requests i swear #i just sp*t this out and needed to finish it before it d*ed #will i ever write another fic?#l*rd knows

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realcube · 3 years

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haikyuu!! boys’ reactions to you speaking 💗 uwu💗

characters: tsukishima, ushijima, yaku, kenma & iwazumi

thank you anon for this cute request 💕 idk what i just wrote but i had fun 👍

IWAIZUMI & KENMA’S ARE AGED UP! MUTURE THEMES - MINORS DNI

tw// fluff, swearing, uwu language, cwinge

kenma’s hcs tw// sexual themes, implied switch!reader, phone sex(?), mentions of a blowjob, mentions of punishment

iwaizumi’s hcs tw// breeding kink, fem!reader, orgasm denial

Kei Tsukishima

you realised he didn’t like it so you did it just to annoy him LMFAO

he was scrolling through tiktok and a girl popped up on his fyp talking like that, so he snarled and immediately flicked it away, muttering something along the lines of ‘why do people speak like that? do they think it’s cute? ‘cause it’s really not; it’s just embarrassing.’

so you wasted no time in responding, ‘sowwy? what was that?’

HELL 👏 FIRE

his blood literally ran cold, he was aware that you liked taking the piss but he didn’t expect you to do it to this extent

‘what did you just say?’ he murmured, silently praying that he had just misheard you

you rolled your eyes before scoffing ‘nothing.’ you deepened your voice, just playing around at this point tbh

tsukishima hummed in agreement, deciding not to inquire further as he figured that he must’ve heard the echo of the girl’s voice in his head rather than yours

so he was just about go back to scrolling until he heard you coo in a high-pitched from behind him, ‘tsukishima is a lil’ bitch.’

‘(Y/N), FUCKING STOP!’ he let a throaty scream at you

‘you’re so boring, tsukki-’ you spoke, quickly cutting yourself off so you could switch to your uwu voice, ‘or should I say; bowing.’

you said, hopeful that your voice would make it clearing that you meant ‘boring’ rather than the act of playing an instrument with a bow

‘go to hell.’ he grumbled, trying his best to tune you out by pulling his headphones over his ears

‘babe~’ you purred, shuffling over to him and peppering kisses along the nape of his neck as you were feeling extra evil today, ‘wuv you~’

‘jail.’ tsukishima simply stated as he switched over to Spotify so he could blare some Mother Mother to drown out the sound of your voice

the worst part was that he couldn’t even tell if he liked it or not PFFT

like it was cute but the fact you weaponised it against him annoyed him

but you were also giving him kithes so he couldn’t exactly complain 💞

Morisuke Yaku

ok don’t even lie yaku does a variant of the uwu voice whenever he’s trying to insult kuroo IUGBEIGVA

it’s something like ‘aww, kuwoo, does your lil’ undewdeveloped bwain not undewstand algebwa?’ but in a mocking way yk?

so when a he watches a lil’ tabby cat approach you on the street, then you busted out the uwu voice that he had never heard before- he was taken aback

at first he was like ‘woah why are you making fun of that cat?’ bc he always associated that voice with ridicule LMFAO

but when he processed all the nice things you were saying he realised that you were being nice lol

so then he was like ‘awwww 🥺 (y/n) + cat = SO FKN CUTE!! 💕💗💖’ *click click* and he just starts taking photos

he probably puts them on his private story with the caption ‘their an angel 😍’

(then kuroo probably replies with ‘they’re*’) (don’t ask why yaku put him on his private story ✋)

anyway, he’s probably so fond of the voice too like ofc he thinks it’s cute

bc it’s a lil’ kitten and you’re talking to it in a high-pitched voice as if it can understand you SO FKN CUTE

he’s not too effected by it tho- it’s mostly how well you get on with the cat that he really admires

then he couched down beside you to talk to the cat too and y’all had a whole conversation with it in uwu

‘aww, look! are you hungwy, baby?’ you asked the cat as it licked the back of it’s paw

‘i think, it is!’ yaku continued, aware that if anybody from school caught him doing this, he’d pass away on the spot but what can he say? he’s soft for you (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

‘i have some blueberries in my bag, you can have some if you say please.’ he told the cat

you were both met by the cat’s blank - but adorable - stare, accompanied by silence until the kitten let out a faint, ‘mew’

‘AWWWWWW!!! 💞💕💖🥺👏 ’ you both squealed in unison, impressed by the kitten’s response

‘it understands us!’ you gasped while applauding the cat for it’s excellent communication skills

‘the voice must work!’ yaku concluded as he scrambled to throw his bag off his back and rummage through it in search of the tub of blueberries

you nodded, watching in awe as yaku pulled out the tub to carefully pick out the plumpest berries and feed them to the cat

yaku noticed your expression out of the corner of his eye and chuckled, ‘what?’

‘you’re so cute.’ you snickered, lighting bopping his nose with your index finger as he continued to allow the cat to feed out of the palm of his hand

a furious blush immediately covered his cheeks as he hastily turned his head away to hide it - in a typical anime fashion, ‘be quiet.’

Kenma Kuzome

it’s a sex thing-- it’s 100% a sex thing

a kink perhaps?

ngl he loves it when you do the voice in bed

like don’t ask why it turns him on so much

he’s weak for you whenever you do the voice tbh

BUT it’s only hot when you do it

when any other person does it - especially if it’s over text - he literally gags 🤢🤢🤢

when a streamer he watches does the voice, he’s just thinks ‘ew ✋ that isn’t cute. pls stop.’

but when you do it- boner alert pfft

especially when you moan in that voice yES HE LOVES THAT

you just execute it in a way these other bitches just can’t, okay? 💅 IUERBGFERIBG

he doesn’t mind putting the voice on sometimes if you like it when he does it but he’s really embarrassed by it 🙈

he’ll try to say something in the voice while you’re rearranging his guts for a change and you’re praising him like 👏👏👏 ‘awh, precious kenma bb.i love that voice on you, i might just let you cum early--’

and he’s fucking groaning from pain, pleasure and humiliation

‘never again.’ was the single coherent thought he could form

you’re only giving like 20% of the time but if you happen to giving on a day that you’re feeling especially evil, you might make him do the voice in exchange for orgasm privileges

but he gets you back for it though

you’d call him, whining and pleading for him to help you with the throbbing between your legs or at the very least, give you permission to touch yourself

but considering that the day prior, you had tortured his ass to the point were he was now struggling to sit down, ofc he was just like ‘no ❤’ when you ask for his assistance

even after your continuous begging, he didn’t budge

‘don’t you dare put your hands on yourself until i get home. i’m leaving right now so i should be back in half an hour but if you keep pestering me like a little bitch, then i’ll be sure to go extra slow on the highway.’

although, for kenma ‘extra slow’ is probably the speed limit lmao

(istg he drives like he’s in mario kart)

however, half an hour was just too long 😩 i mean, you had probably been on call with him for 5 minutes already and it took you 20 minutes to get him to pick up the phone so by now, you were clearly on the brink of madness

‘kitten~’ you whined, desperately trying to think of a way to convince kenma to aid you

then you remembered; his weak spot

‘pwease, baby?’ you softened and raised the pitch of your voice

kenma perked up as he realised what you were trying to do, the tips of his ears burning, ‘don’t bother to try that with me, (y/--’

‘i’ll suck you off when you come back.’ you promised, keeping the voice on, the aching getting worse and worse by the second

kenma was now partially able to relate to your circumstance as he began to feel a straining of his own, between his legs at your cutesy tone along with the image of the last time you blew him tormenting his mind

‘whatever. but only use your hands. i can tell when you use a toy so don’t even try; or else i’ll dick you down ‘til the sun rises- okay bye.’

atm the moment, that hardly sounded like a punishment but then you reflected back on how you’d be crying for a mercy after the fourth round with kenma so- yeah

anyway, moral of the story, if you perform the voice well enough, it’s basically kenma’s weakness so use it wisely

Hajime Iwaizumi

you first did the voice in front of him while you had a friend’s baby in your arms and you were trying to communicate with it

it kinda looked like

you: hewwo babyy~ who’s the most precious thing? you are!

the baby: 🤠

the parent: 🙂

iwa: 😶

iwa ON THE INSIDE: breeding kink go brrrr 😩 i want to put a baby in her so bad- she’ll scream my name in that fucking voice tonight

and he was right

cut to him pounding you while demanding that you say his name in ✨the voice✨ or else you won’t be allowed to cum

ofc you had too much pride for that so you just let him dick you down and cum whether he likes it or not but he could tell that was the plan you had in mind so he suddenly pulled out just as you were about to reach your high

he looked at you with a mean scowl, ‘fucking say it or i’ll stop right now.’

if he were to stop, it would kinda be a punishment for him too but he didn’t care- anything to see his lovely gf suffer tbh 😇

also he could get off to you fingering yourself, struggling to orgasm- he’s done it before and he’ll gladly do it again if you don’t say his damn name

‘iwa..’ you groaned, gripping at the sheets as you anticipated him sliding his cock back into you

‘in the voice.’ iwaizumi reiterated, delivering a hard smack to the side of your thigh out of annoyance

you hissed at the sharp impact , gulping to lubricate your dry throat before choking out in your best imitation of the voice he desired, ‘iwa~’

he was only half-satisfied with what you uttered but i mean, it got the job done

his dick was throbbing, practically begging for the comfort of your warm cunt once again so he hastily slipped back in, letting out a low groan as he did so

so he’d continue hammer you from behind, probably muttering incoherent things about your babies and your voice while doing so but you chose to pay little attention to it as you couldn’t help but focus on your own intense pleasure

once he finally climaxed, he did it inside you which you wasn’t surprising as y’all had already established that you love being being filled up and he loves filling you up 💕

but then he insisted that y’all go for another few rounds to increase the chance of pregnancy

like- sir-

you didn’t have the heart to tell him that you were on birth control

bc surely......he would’ve known

but he didn’t

you eventually told him that you had no interest in coming off birth control and he wasn’t mad LMAO he didn’t even want a baby tbh he was just caught up in the moment

yeah no but if you do the voice again, the cycle will continue

Wakatoshi Ushijima

you were both hanging out in your bedroom, doing your own things, and you were sending your friend a (video) snap so you ironically used the uwu voice

ofc this caught his attention so he shifted his gaze off of his revision sheets and onto you, shooting you a weird look

you couldn’t help but snicker, turning to him and continuing with your little impression, ‘can i hewp you?’ you tried to ask in all seriousness but you couldn’t suppress the smile that was tugging on the corners of your lip

were you a little high? yes

ushijima just blinked rapidly, wondering why you sound like a cuter version of mickey mouse all of a sudden

was it a trend?

or maybe it was for one of those ‘tiktoks’?

either way, ushijima couldn’t help what he said next

‘no. i’m fiwne.’

IUERSBGTOHAROHSGBGFRO

HE SAID IT LIKE ‘fi - whine’ THO

you passed away 💀⚰

‘TOSHI!!!’ you screamed, feeling your soul leave your body

ushijima gasped, thinking that you had just been possessed or sumn, ‘hm?’

once he realised that you were in fact sane, he figured that your reaction must have something to do with his response

‘did i say something wrong?’ his lips curling into the tiniest of smiles, simply because you looked so joyous so ofc he was he was happy seeing you happy

‘nope! please say it again, toshi! i’m beggin’ ya’

‘no.’

although he loved hearing you laugh more than anything, the man had his limits

ngl he doesn’t mind when you do it - it just doesn’t especially effect him, that’s all

you could just randomly start talking like that during a conversation and he’ll just go from 😐 to 😐

but he gets butterflies when you call him ‘baby’ which is something you usually pickup whenever you put on the voice lol <3

pls call him ‘baby’ or ‘babe’ more he just wants to feel cared for and loved for a change instead of always having to constantly put on a front of ‘big, stoic man with no feeling that you can push around to your hearts content’ around literally everyone. sometimes he just wants to come home and feel like he can actually express himself and be soft without getting ridiculed

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WLTAY BONUS CHAPTER SNEAK PEEK

below the cut is a sneak peek of the second half of the bonus chapter: "there's a piece of my heart in plymouth, mi." clearly i have zero self control, but enjoy 🤪

“Mommy, can Ollie come in the bath?” Scarlett asked, resting her chin on the side of the bathtub.

“Ollie already had his bath, sweetie, we’re just waiting for you two to finish up so he can go to bed.” Caroline replied, keeping her hands on Oliver’s sides as he held onto the side of the bathtub, patting his hands against it. “I know Ollie, we want to go to bed don’t we?”

“Here, Owwy.” Payson smiled, handing Oliver a purple plastic fish that went with their magnetic fishing pole bath time set. “Fishy.”

Oliver squealed, shuffling his feet side to side as he reached out with his right hand to grab the fish.

“No, PayPay!” Scarlett pouted, grabbing the toy before Oliver could and holding it. “He’s too tiny, he’ll eat it.”

Payson glared at Scarlett, mirroring Matt’s frustrated look before she grabbed the little bucket bobbing along beside her and tossed the water inside at Scarlett. The toy inside of it, flying out and hitting her while the water splashed Oliver as well— who immediately burst into tears both at Scarlett taking the fish and the water hitting him in the face.

“PAYSON!” Scarlett whined. “Why did you do that?”

“Alright, bath time is over,” Caroline said, resting Oliver on her hip before standing up and grabbing the two hooded bath towels. “Come on, let's get out.”

“Mommy no!” Payson cried, still sitting down in the water as Scarlett crawled over the edge of the tub.

“Out PayPay,” Scarlett said, turning towards the bathtub and resting her fists on her hips. “You ruined bath time!”

“I sowwy!” Payson wailed, shaking her head as her face turned red and tears fell down her cheeks. “Stay pwease”

“You know we don’t throw toys, Payson,” Caroline sighed, leaning over the bath tub and reaching out for Payson’s hand, only for Payson to snatch it away and scoot back. “Do you want me to count to three? If I have to count to three, you’ll have a 1 minute time out tomorrow.”

“No twree,” she cried, splashing her legs in the water. “No twree, no twree, no twree!”

Caroline closed her eyes and took a deep breath, exhaling as she opened her eyes. Bath time was so much easier whenever Matt or even Ethan were around. It was an extra pair of hands who could take Oliver while she attended to Payson, or even the other way around. But with the season going on, Matt would be traveling every now and then and Ethan was off in Plymouth, leaving just her to sort out the circus.

Most days were good days and the nights were good as well, but even the good days had bad nights— nights where one of the kids were just a little extra tired and grumpy and would push and test the limits— nights like this where all Caroline wanted to do was put them to bed, pour a glass of wine and just cry from the overwhelming routine she was still getting used to.

“Scar, sweetie can you go get Ollie’s walker for Mommy?” Caroline asked, looking down at Scarlett had put on her hooded towel and was holding Payson’s.

“Okay, Mommy,”she nodded, looking back at Payson. “Ethie would say you a bad girl, PayPay.”

“Scarlett Faith, go,” Caroline sighed, nudging her out of the bathroom.

“I want Ethie!” Payson cried, still sitting in the tub.

“Payson can you please get up? It’s time to go to bed,” Caroline asked, Oliver still crying and pressing his face into her side as she held him on her hip.

“No!” She yelled, crossing her arms. “I want Ethie!”

Yeah, well me too, Caroline thought.

“Ethie’s at school,” she sighed, leaning over and reaching for Payson’s hand again. “Just grab mommy’s hand and we’ll-“

“No! Mommy, mean!” Payson sniffled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand before letting it plop back in the water. “Want Daddy! Want Ethie, no you!”

“Here, Mommy,” Scarlett said, pushing Oliver’s walker into the bathroom and standing in the doorway.

“Payson Rose, you have three seconds before I put Ollie down and pick you up. And if I have to pick you up, you will get a timeout tomorrow and no iPad.”

“No!” Payson pouted, crossing her arms.

“1…”

“I just wan play!” She cried, leaning forward and collecting as many toys in her hands before bringing her legs up to her chest and hugging the toys to her chest. “Let play!”

“2…” Caroline said, trying to tune out Oliver’s sobs in her ear, no doubt Payson’s tantrum making him cry too.

Payson shook her head, dropping her toys into the tub and scooting back towards the faucet. “Mommy, no!”

“3,” Caroline sighed, turning around and placing a crying Oliver into his walker before bending down and grabbing Payson’s ice cream hooded towel and climbing into the tub.

Payson, clearly tired, just cried and cried as Caroline stood her up and placed the towel on her. She brought her left hand up to her mouth, placing her middle and ring finger into her mouth as she kept crying, even after Caroline picked her up and placed her onto the bathroom floor.

Caroline could see the tiredness written all over Payson’s face as she dried her off with the towel, Payson sniffling in between sobs as she looked at Caroline with her big blue eyes, her fingers still in her mouth as Caroline used the hoodie to dampen her soaked hair. “M’sowwy Mo-mommy,” she sniffled, bottom lip quivering as she took her fingers out of her mouth and wrapped her arms around Caroline's neck. “I’m not bad girl.”

“I know Pay,” Caroline sighed, rubbing her back as she sat back on her heels and brought the hood down off of Payson’s head, using part of the towel to wipe away the snot and tears from her face. “You’re not a bad girl, you’re just tired. But you know we don’t throw toys, right sweetie?”

She nodded, sniffling. “No throw toys.”

“Good girl,” Caroline smiled, holding onto her sides. “We still have to do a timeout tomorrow because Mommy had to count to three, but only for a minute, okay?”

Payson nodded again, her pouty lips only accentuating her baby cheeks and her dark, long lashes framing her teary blue eyes. “I sowwy, Mommy.”

“It’s okay, baby.” Caroline replied, welcoming the hug from the tired toddler. “Make sure you apologize to Scar and we’ll get you ready for bed, okay?”

Payson leaned back, filled her cheeks with air as she puckered her mouth, waiting for a kiss. Caroline laughed and gave her a kiss, only for Payson to blow the air out of her cheeks like a raspberry and giggling. Something Matt always did whenever it came time to kiss them goodnight.

“You are your Daddy’s daughter,” Caroline laughed, kissing the top of her head before looking at Scarlett. “Scarlett, will you take Payson to your guys’ room? I’ll be right behind you.” Caroline said, reaching back into the tub and lifting the drain.

“Okay, Mommy,” Scarlett nodded, walking by Oliver and over to Payson, pulling the hood onto her head. “Come on PayPay.”

Payson was still sniffling as Scarlett put her arm over her shoulder and walked alongside her and out of the bathroom, heading to their shared room. Leaving Caroline and Oliver in the bathroom.

“Are you ready for bed my sweet boy?” Caroline asked, bending down and taking Oliver out of his walker. He had stopped crying the moment Payson walked out of the bathroom, his cheeks still wet from tears as he yawned. “Was that a yawn?” Caroline gasped playfully, poking his belly as he curled up against her. “Let’s get you to bed,” she whispered, kissing the top of his head.

She turned left down the hall where Scarlett and Payson’s room was, poking her head into the room to see them sitting on the floor in the middle of the room. “I’ll be right back to get you girls ready for bed, okay? Say goodnight, Ollie.” Caroline whispered, waving her hand at the two girls.

Oliver lifted his arm slightly, waving it lazily before bringing it back into his chest, hand grabbing at her necklace and instead getting the collar of her shirt.

Scarlett ran over, tugging at Caroline’s shirt and standing up on her tippy toes as she puckered her lips to kiss him goodnight. Caroline leaned down and let Scarlett kiss his cheek. “Night night Ollie,” Scarlett smiled, turning around. “Payson Rose, say night night to Ollie, now! Ethie would!”

Payson pushed herself up onto her feet and walked over. Her blonde curls were already dry from having the hood on her head, her blue eyes still wet with tears and Matt’s signature pout on her face as she leaned up and kissed Oliver’s cheek. “Night Ollie.”

“If you guys are in your pj’s by the time I get back, I’ll read you a bedtime story.” Caroline said, standing back up as the Scarlett scrambled to their closet, pushing the door open where their plastic dresser had a drawer that held their pajamas.

Caroline walked down the hall towards her and Matt’s bedroom, stopping at the door on the right where Oliver’s nursery was. They were preparing to move his crib over into his own room next month, so for right now, they did everything in the nursery, but he always slept in their room.

Oliver has his fingers twisting in her hair as she reached into the dresser to grab him some pajamas before laying him down on his changing table, having to blow raspberries against his cheek to get him to giggle and let go of her hair. She handed him one of his favorite toys, a small stuffed turtle, to keep him occupied while she put on his pajamas, getting his pants on first and then his owlet sock before tickling his belly as she took the turtle away so she could sit him up and put on his shirt.

“Is it bedtime?” She asked, smiling as she tickled his sides, getting him to giggle as he brought a hand up to his mouth. “Yes it is, it’s time to go night night.”

She picked him up and cradled him in her arms as she left the nursery and walked into her bedroom over to his crib. She leaned down and kissed his cheek before lowering him down into his crib. She rested her arms on the side of the crib, reaching down and rubbing his belly with her left hand. “Sweet dreams Ollie,” she smiled, as Oliver cooed and grabbed at her hand as she reached up and poked his nose. “I love you.”

His dark brown hair was fluffy and his eyes had recently started to darken from the light blue he was born with, to Caroline’s hazel— officially making him her own little mini, besides the dimples in both cheeks whenever he smiled, that was all Matt.

She reached over by the dresser and turned on the galaxy night light that spun stars out on the ceiling, something they only kept on for the first 30 minutes after they put him down for him to go to sleep. She walked out of the room, leaving the bedroom door open just a crack before walking back down the hall and heading to the girls room.

She walked in to see Payson already curled up beneath her blanket of her new crib toddler bed, since she was getting way too good at escaping her crib, and Scarlett sitting on her bed holding a bunch of books in her arms. “Did you cover Payson up?” Caroline whispered, walking over to Payson.

“Yes, Mommy,” Scarlett nodded. “She was too tired to wait.”

Who would’ve thought that the peaceful curly headed blonde curled up beneath her Disney Princess blanket had been throwing the world's biggest tantrum only minutes earlier. Caroline pulled the blanket down below Payson’s shoulders before leaning down and kissing her temple, then turning around and walking towards Scarlett’s bed. “Okay, what do you want to hear tonight?”

“These please,” Scarlett smiled, handing the stack of books up to Caroline.

“I don’t know about all of these,” Caroline laughed, taking the books from her and sitting down, spreading them out on the bed between her and Scarlett. “I saw those big yawns during bath time, I know how tired you are. So if you could have only one story tonight...which would it be?”

Scarlett looked at the row of books and picked one up, handing it to Caroline before crawling out of bed and grabbing the rest of her books in her arms, running over to the book nook and coming back over, crawling back into bed. “Okay, I’m ready.”

Caroline sat next to her and rested the book between them before reading the cover. “I am Not Sleepy and I Will Not Go to Bed, featuring Charlie and Lola,” Caroline read, smiling down at Scarlett. “Are you trying to tell me something?”

Scarlett giggled, shaking her head as she nudged the book open. “Just read Mommy.”

Caroline smiled as she turned the pages before reaching the first of the story. “I have this little sister Lola. She is small and very funny. Sometimes I have to keep an eye on her. Sometimes Mum and Dad ask me to try and get her off to bed. This is a hard job because Lola likes to stay up late.” Caroline turned the page and looked down at Scarlett as she rolled onto her left side, curling up against Caroline’s leg.

“Lola likes to stay up colouring and scribbling and sticking and wriggling and bouncing and most of all chattering,” she turned the page. “Usually, when I say, ‘Lola, Mum says it is time for bed,’ she says, ‘No! I am NOT sleepy and I WILL NOT go to bed.’ I say–”

“No mommy,” Scarlett said, reaching her hand up and touching the page. “You have to do the voice like Ethie does.”

Caroline frowned but quickly recovered with a half-hearted smile. “Well, how does Ethie say it?”

“Like this,” she spoke, trying to deepen her voice as best as her four year old self could. “Talk like Ethie, he reads this to me, ‘cause it's our book.”

“Okay, sweetie, I’ll try my best,” Caroline nodded, clearing her throat and turning back to the book. “I say, ‘But all the birds have gone to sleep.’ She says, ‘But I am not a bird, Charlie.’” Caroline tried her best to mimic Ethan’s voice and when she didn’t receive another critique from the still awake Scarlett, she figured it did the job and kept reading.

As she flipped through the pages, she occasionally checked to see if Scarlett was still awake and as they neared the end of the book, she was still fighting off falling asleep.

“‘Don’t be silly, Charlie, I wouldn’t let a hippipotimus get into my bed. But I think there’s one in yours,’ says Lola, as she climbs into bed. ‘Goodnight Charlie. Goodnight Hippipotimus,’ ‘Goodnight, Lola.’” Caroline finished, looking down to see that Scarlett had finally fallen asleep, still clutching the stuffed light brown bunny from build-a-bear that Keith had gotten for her birthday eight months ago. He’d dressed it as a St. Louis Blues bear as a joke against Matt, putting a sundress as another outfit in the box it came in, but Scarlett loved it– much to Matt’s dismay.

Caroline slowly stood up and closed the book, walking over to the small nook and putting it away before walking back over to Scarlett and covering her up the rest of the way. “Goodnight sweetheart,” she whispered, brushing back her dirty blonde hair and kissing her forehead before walking out of the room, turning off the light and turning on the constellation projector light, dimming the brightness and closing the door.

And then...it was quiet.

No crying, no yelling, no giggles or playing...it was just...quiet.

7:30 at night three months ago, she’d at least hear the TV in the living room going off with Matt meeting her in the living room so they could watch together. 7:30 at night three months ago, there would be the sound of video games, a netflix show or a facetime call coming from Ethan’s room.

But now both were silent and until the late morning hours when Matt came home...it would be just her.

Three months later and she still hasn’t gotten used to the neat and tidy empty bedroom across the hall from the girls room, Ethan no longer occupying it...at least for the next six months.

Caroline turned off the hall light and walked back down the hall to their bedroom, slowly opening the door and walking in, closing it behind her. She walked over to Oliver’s crib to see that he was sound asleep. She leaned against the crib, staring down at the sleeping baby and...just felt sad, that’s all she could describe. When Scarlett and Payson were born, she had the same feeling– knowing just how fleeting these baby days were before they turned into toddlers, then school aged children and then high schoolers who got embarrassed anytime you tried to say something and went off to fancy hockey programs and attended a high school almost 3,000 miles away.

It was just something that came with parenting– that knowledge that you were actively watching your kids grow up and turn into their own individual personalities. It’s not a bad thing, Caroline loves catching the little differences as they get older. Ethan calling her Momma turned into him calling her Mom the moment he turned 13, though when he was feeling super sentimental, he’d fall back into calling her Momma. Scarlett, ever the sass Queen, always used to climb up onto Matt’s lap the moment he sat down anywhere, but now she’ll nudge Payson to do it instead. And Payson, six months away from turning two, used to refuse to eat her sliced banana pieces, but now she’ll bounce besides Matt or Caroline chanting ‘nana’ as they cut one up for her.

Even Oliver, having turned five months old just a bit ago, was starting to babble more, inputting his baby gibberish whenever he saw someone and especially when Matt would be laying on the floor with him, gibbering right back. They were all growing up in front of her eyes and while they had been the entire time, it wasn’t until tonight that she realized just how sad it made her feel.

It didn’t help that Olivier was almost an exact replica of Ethan when he was a baby, and looking down at his sleeping figure, reminded Caroline of all the times she used to just sit and watch Ethan sleep when he was a baby. And it was only worse when she remembered that Ethan wasn’t down the hall anymore and he wasn’t that little baby that relied on her or the toddler who would shower her face in kisses or the child who would crawl into her bed when he felt sick. He was an almost 16 year old teenager who was off in Plymouth, following the footsteps of his Dad and Uncle and chasing his dream of playing hockey with some of the best.

Still, she’d be lying if she said she didn’t wish that he was that little eight year old again who wanted her to wash his hair because it made him feel better and then would crawl into her bed and snuggle beside her.

When Ethan had mentioned he got invited to the evaluation camp, Caroline was thrilled for him. She’d been through that process with Matt and knew just how big of an opportunity that was. Being invited to the evaluation camp meant that the NTDP scouts saw something special about you and your talent. She was already on maternity leave and being a month away from her due date, she was unable to go. But with both of their families already in Calgary, Keith and her Dad flew with Ethan to Plymouth and watched after him while he went through the tryout process. And when he came back, the next two months were just a waiting game for Ethan while the family adjusted around Oliver joining the bunch.

And when Ethan came home and let them know he was one of 22 players that got chosen for the U17 team, she was ecstatic for him, even through the moments she knew what that meant, she was happy. She was on the other side before, as a girlfriend, but now she was on this side as a parent and while she was happy for Ethan, she was also already missing him even though he was standing right in front of her. Matt was no help, because how would Matt know how to get through it? So she had relied on Chantal and Keith for a little bit of guidance, Chantal, as always, being the literal angel she was and helping Caroline navigate through what to expect now that the baby she’d raised for almost 16 years, was off and out of the house two whole years earlier than expected.

Even with all of her help, there was never a point where Caroline didn’t miss having Ethan with them in Calgary. And while the always missing him, super sad moments had faded out in September, there were still times even now, almost three months later where she would catch herself calling out for Ethan to come and help her or stop by his room to ask hima question. Those heavy moments of missing him have faded, but that didn’t mean there still were moments like this when she just got into bed and cried.

She would’ve called Matt, but he was in the middle of a flight back from Montreal and wouldn’t land for another two and a half hours. So she just turned off Oliver’s night light, crawled into bed and curled up beneath her blanket and just cried about how this was going to be her first birthday since she had Ethan, where he wouldn’t be there to celebrate with her...until she fell asleep.

“Mommy,” Scarlett whispered, leaning her face closer to Caroline’s ear and nudging her arm. “Mommmmmyyyyyy.”

Caroline opened her eyes, just as Scarlett sat back down onto her feet and her right hand holding onto Caroline’s arm. “What’s wrong?” Caroline asked, exhaling heavily as she sat herself up, looking over towards Olivers crib to see no disturbance. “Are you and Payson okay?”

“I had a bad dream,” Scarlett pouted, leaning against Caroline. “Where’s Ethie?”

“Oh, Scar…” Caroline sighed, patting her lap and letting Scarlett climb up onto it, wrapping her arms around her once Scarlett curled into her chest. “Ethie’s at school, remember? We said bye bye in Michigan in August and then we got on the big airplane.”

“But I have a bad dream,” Scarlett whined, rubbing her tiny fist against her eyes as she started to sob quietly. “Ethie a-always lets m-me sleep in his bed a-and gives me s-snuggles.”

“Sh, I know, sweetie,” Caroline whispered, rocking Scarlett back and forth. “Do you want to sleep in here tonight?”

Scarlett shook her head, wiping her face against Caroline’s shirt. “I want to sleep in Ethie’s room.”

“Okay, we’ll go to Ethie’s, just sit right here for Mommy really quick, okay?” Caroline sighed, reaching out and tossing the blankets off of her. She put Scarlett down onto the bed before walking over to the baby monitor that was sitting just by the end of Oliver’s crib, turning it on and walking back towards the bed, grabbing the other monitor on the bedside table. “Okay, ready?”

“Ready, Mommy,” Scarlett nodded, crawling off of the bed and grabbing Caroline’s hand with her right hand, dragging her towards the end of the bed before bending down and grabbing something.

“What are you holding, Scar?” Caroline asked softly, leading the two of them out of the darkened bedroom and back down the just as darkened hall.

“Groot,” Scarlett replied, her feet pattering against the floor as she tried to tug Caroline ahead of her.

As they stopped just outside of Ethan’s now opened door– which Caroline was more than positive had been shut earlier– she noticed that Scarlett had been kind enough to shut her bedroom door so Payson wouldn’t wander out. Scarlett clearly wandered into Ethan’s room earlier, not only because the door was open, but because she was holding onto the arm of the giant Groot plush Ethan had picked from the prize counter at Dave and Busters so he could match with Matt’s smaller one.

“Here, let me hold that baby and you climb onto Ethie’s bed,” Caroline whispered, taking the giant Groot from Scarlett’s tiny hand and nudging her into Ethan’s empty room.

When Scarlett climbed up onto Ethan’s bed, she crawled all the way over to the other side and dug herself beneath the blanket before holding her arms out for Groot. “Groot, please.”

Caroline handed the plush over, Scarlett shoving the body of Groot beneath the blanket before hugging it toward her and rolling over onto her side. Caroline peeled back the rest of the blankets and climbed into the bed, barely getting settled before Scarlett scooted into her side, Groot resting between them as she reached her arm over him and gripped onto Caroline’s shirt.

“Do you feel a little better now?” Caroline asked, brushing back Scarlett’s hair.

“Yes,” Scarlett sniffled, nodding her head as she buried it further into Caroline’s side. “When is Ethie coming back?”

“Daddy’s playing in Detroit next weekend, so instead of trick-or-treating, we’re going to fly out to watch Daddy play on Friday and then Ethie play on Halloween, Saturday. Daddy has the day off, so we’ll get to watch Ethie and then fly home together.”

“Is Ethie coming back with us?” She asked, tilting her head up at Caroline. “Or does he stay there?”

“Ethie will have to stay there sweetie, but he’ll be back around Christmas,” Caroline replied, a smile on her face. “Which means you’ll get to make cookies, play in the snow and maybe Ethie will help you write your letter to Santa.”

“And watch Grinch with me?”

Caroline laughed, nodding her head. “Oh yeah, Ethie will definitely watch the Grinch with you.”

Scarlett snuggled closer into Caroline’s side, still sniffling. “Do you miss Ethie too, Mommy?”

“Yeah,” Caroline whispered, exhaling heavily as she rested her cheek against the top of Scarlett’s head. “Mommy misses Ethie too.”

As she rubbed Scarlett’s back, Caroline couldn’t help but think about how this used to be her and Ethan. How back when it was the two of them, he used to crawl into bed and cuddle up beside her whenever he was sick or sad, or even just because. She would play with his hair or rub his back or his belly until he fell asleep and then she’d lay there thinking about how small he used to be and how sad, yet excited she was that he was growing up, but that he always came to her for that little bit of comfort. He was turning 16 in less than two months and long gone were the days where he’d ask her to wash his hair or crawl into their bed just because.

But there were still those moments where he’d just wrap his arms around her neck and hug her if she was sitting on the couch or how after a game, she was always the first person he’d give a hug too, after Scarlett rushed over to him. It was in those moments that she knew that even though he was grown up now and hugging or having your mom kiss you on the cheek was social suicide– he was still that boy who loved his Mom and would want that comfort, no matter how old he got.

#hehehe ugh i love this #surprise more children besides scarlett 🤪🤪🤪#wltay

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bugsbucky · 3 years

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Cookie Monster

Prompt: Bucky was busy baking cookies all morning and his daughter sneaks in to eat them all when he falls asleep in the chair.

Warnings: None - Fluff, Dad!Bucky is adorable

Authors Notes: This is written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club. It’s been a long while, but I’m happy to be back writing and I won’t be doing a taglist for a little while until I get back into the swing of things. Thank you my lovely @jobean12-blog for beta’ing ❤️

Word Count: 655

For Bucky, the best thing about Friday’s was the free time he had to bake some fun chocolate chip cookies that he knew his little girl Mary would love to eat after dinner. The cookies were already out of the oven and cooling down on the side while he got to work in mopping the kitchen floors and wiping down the counters before he took his break in his comfy reclining chair in the living room. It didn’t take long for Bucky to start to feel sleepy, the lack of sleep he had last night was catching up to him and he dozed off in his chair with the TV still on in the background.

Mary had gotten bored playing with her dollhouse and headed into the kitchen to see what she could get her dad to make her with her puppy eyes. Mary’s nose twitched when she got closer to the kitchen, her eyes widening to the size of the cookies laying on the cooling rack. Her mouth was watering with want. With tippy toes, she sneaked into the living room to find her dad fast asleep in the chair, she listened out for those soft snores and grinned mischievously when she heard them. Mary quietly made her way back to the kitchen to drag a stool over to the counter that the cookies were on, she carefully climbed up, her knees resting on the cushion and she reached out to take a cookie.

“Just one.” She said to herself, her chunky fingers holding the cookie to her mouth where she took a huge bite out of it. Her mouth watered from the taste, her dad made the best cookies. Her eyes flickered between the rack of cookies and the living room, she stopped crunching if there any signs of Bucky stirring.

One cookie, turned into two cookies, which turned into the whole batch. Mary had demolished the 12 cookies and the chocolate from the chips smeared over her fingers, mouth and nose. She couldn’t wash herself yet but her puppy eyes got her out of a lot of trouble, usually.

Mary climbed down off the stool and like a scolded puppy, she walked to where her dad was still asleep. Her fingers poked him in the chest and he stirred.

“Daddy.” Mary whispered, watching Bucky’s eyelids move. “Daddy wake up!” She gently tapped his cheek and his eyes shot open. For a few moments, he’s confused until he sees the chocolate all over Mary’s face.

“Where- where did you get that chocolate from?” His voice was hoarse and dry. He noticed the crumbs that had stuck to her cheeks too.

“What chocowate?” Mary did what she did best and pouted her bottom lip, giving her best puppy eyes she could muster.

“Doll.” As hard as Bucky tried, he couldn’t keep the wide grin from spreading on his face. She was always adorable and he could never scold her.

“Daddy I don’t know what happened but I was- I went in the kitchen and some cookies fell off the thingy and-and-and I’m sowwy daddy.”

“Huh, you mean to say the Cookie Monster came in here and gave them to you? Does that sound about right?” Bucky laughed in his mind, knowing if they had a dog, she wouldn’t hesitate to blame the poor pooch either.

Mary nods her vigorously and puts her hands behind her back. “That’s it!”

“How many did he feed you?” Mary held up 10 fingers, Bucky’s eyes almost fell out of his head that she could eat that many, but then she added an extra two fingers. “Oh dear...” he sighed and kicked the mechanism down with his feet. Bucky put his hand on her shoulder and lead her towards the bathroom. He didn’t mind, not really. He would just have to make more and make sure to keep them out of the way of the cookie monster that lives in the house.

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i-am-bitterly-jittery · 4 years

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What’s In A Name (momceit fic)

Rating: teen

Word count: 4863

Pairings: all platonic (except for one bit at the end that you can ignore if you want)

Warnings: Remus typical stuff, graphic threats against animals (that he takes back later), minor body horror (? He gives himself an extra finger, I don’t know if that counts), one (1) sexual innuendo. Roman being a bit of an asshole

——Start——

Well this is an interesting development, Logic thinks to himself as he watches Creativity stalk around the room, inspecting every nook and cranny as if the Dark Sides are going to be lurking in between the books in the bookcase.

This morning — five minutes ago to be precise — Logic, Morality, and Creativity awoke on the couch in the Dark Side’s common room. To make matters worse, the three of them had been transformed into cats. Creativity was a pure white Persian, Morality was a soft gray Scottish Fold, and Logic himself was a Siamese.

There hadn’t been any sign of any Dark Sides lurking nearby, nor any indication as to how the three Light Sides had ended up here as cats, but Creativity still insisted on inspecting their surroundings. Logic was fine with letting him, and instead preferred to make his observations from the relative safety of the couch before expanding out to the room beyond. Morality, it seemed, was not too concerned about anything other than the fact that he was a cat, preferring to groom himself and bouncing around the couch cushions excitedly.

“My brother is behind this! I know he is! This foul trick has his name written all over it!” Creativity hisses. Interestingly enough, Logic can understand him perfectly despite the fact that Creativity is speaking in cat language, and Logic had not known cat language before this point.

And Logic has to disagree with his hypothesis that The Duke is behind this. The Duke may be chaotic and impulsive, but this ‘prank’ is far too harmless to be his style. They are not in any immediate danger despite being in unfamiliar territory, there is no trace of gore, nothing R-rated about any of this really. It’s Logic’s opinion that the perpetrator of this predicament is not Creativity’s ‘twin’.

But Logic isn’t about to tell Creativity that. Creativity will get there on his own, given time.

“Isn’t this cool, Logic?” Morality bounces. “We’re adorable, and so cuddly! Do you want to cuddle, Logic?”

“This is not fun, Morality!” Creativity chides from his position inspecting the coffee table. “We are in enemy territory! We could be attacked at any minute!”

“What’s going to attack cats as cute as us?” Morality asks, innocently.

A subtle clicking — somewhat reminiscent of someone walking in heels, but not quite — comes from the top of the stairs and Morality’s question seems to be answered as something comes their way.

Creativity strikes a protective stance against whatever is coming down the stairs. Logic, too, feels a bit of apprehension about whatever is coming their way as it clearly isn’t something walking on human legs, though it does sound like it is something that is walking down the stairs.

Morality clearly does not share his companions’ concerns as he skips past Creativity and bounds towards the stairs to greet whatever is coming down. Creativity hisses a warning at him, but it falls on deaf ears.

Morality makes it to the stairs and looks up to greet the thing coming down, but as soon as he sets eyes on it, his posture changes from excited to terrified.

“SPIDER!” He squeaks as he shoots back past Creativity and scrambles under the couch.

Spider? Logic thinks. How can a spider make such a loud noise?

His questions are answered a second later as a rather large, rather spidery form reaches the bottom of the stairs.

“Kitty?” It asks.

A second glance proves that it is not, in fact, a giant spider, but rather a young boy - maybe about five - that happens to have four rather large spider legs protruding from his back that he seems to be able to walk with. On his spider legs, the boy’s human legs dangle about a foot and a half off the ground, making his total height around five feet, shorter than any of them are in their regular forms, but significantly taller than them as cats.

Other than the four spider legs, and the six smaller black spider eyes underneath his regular human eyes, the boy looks about the same as Thomas did at that age, with a few differences here and there that every Side has, such as the fact that his hair is purple, and has heterochromia, making one eye green, and the other inhumanly purple. Either way, it’s clear that this boy is a Side. And a rather new Side at that.

Logic doesn’t remember another Side forming, but he supposes that if this Side started out in the Dark Side, Deceit likely wouldn’t have informed them of his existence.

“Kitty?” The boy asks again. He looks around the room and seems to catch sight of Logic and Creativity for the first time. “Thwee kitties!”

Despite the obvious excitement in his face, the boy’s voice stays calm and quiet, as if he’s making a conscious effort not to scare them. Interesting behavior for a child.

“Begone foul creature!” Creativity hisses at the new Side even though the boy can’t understand him.

Logic just watches him curiously. They don’t know who he is or what function he serves, but as he’s just a child, it’s unlikely that he is of any threat to the three of them, even in cat form.

The boy looks startled by Creativity’s hostilities, and seems to realize for the first time that he’s standing on four long spider legs rather than his two human ones.

“Sowwy,” he says softly as he slowly lowers himself onto his human legs and folds his spider legs up against his back. For a second, Logic thinks the legs will just rest against his back, but the legs actually fade all together, and a moment later, the extra eyes do too.

Curious. Logic knows that Deceit has snake scales that cover a large area of his skin, and The Duke has tentacles that can solidify into arms and legs when he wants to, but he doesn’t know of either of them being able to hide their animal traits completely. Perhaps it is unique to this Side.

Creativity continues to take an aggressive stance, so the boy carefully gives him a wide berth as he makes his way over to the couch.

“Stay away from them!” Creativity growls as the boy slowly peaks under the couch.

“I’m sowwy I scawed you, kitty,” the Side apologizes to Morality. “Cweativity says my spidew wegs are cweepy, and I know not evewyone wikes cweepy.”

“I have never seen this Side in my life!” Creativity huffs dramatically.

“I believe he means your brother,” Logic sighs. It comes out as an audible meow, drawing the boy’s attention to Logic, the only cat that doesn’t seem disturbed by his presence.

“Hewwo,” the boy says to Logic. The boy blinks once, slowly “I love you.”

Logic’s brain stutters at the admission. The boy had, of course, probably just learned somewhere that that was how to show affection to a cat, and didn’t not mean to say that he loved Logic, but still…

Logic returns the gesture. “I love you.”

“LOGIC!” Creativity yowls.

The boy ignores him in favor of extending his hand towards Logic. Logic flinches a little and the boy stops moving his hand. The hand is a few inches from Logic, palm down, close enough that Logic could easily stretch his head out to touch it, but far enough away to not be in his personal space.

After a moment, Logic stretches his neck out in order to sniff the proffered hand. The boy stays perfectly still, watching Logic carefully, hope shining in his eyes. Instincts take over and Logic licks the boy’s fingers before nuzzling his head against the hand. “I trust you.”

The boy gasps, delighted.

“LOGIC!” Creativity yowls again, and again, he is ignored.

“You’we a nice kitty, awen’t you?” The boy asks as he starts moving his fingers to scratch at Logic’s head.

Logic can’t help but move his head, trying to maximize the pleasant contact. “Please never stop petting me.”

Being a cat must be different than being a Side. Usually, Logic isn’t overly affectionate, and is often uncomfortable with the casual contact Morality and Creativity often initiate, but as a cat, Logic can’t seem to get enough contact.

“Oh!” The boy exclaims in shock, his fingers stutter over Logic’s head for a moment before returning to their previous rhythm. “Hewwo.”

Logic opens his eyes to find that Morality has left the protection of the bottom side of the couch in favor of sitting directly in the boy’s lap. The boy offers his free hand to Morality the same way he had with Logic, but Morality skips sniffing it and goes straight for headbutting his hand.

“I’m sorry I was scared of you, kiddo, you’re not scary.”

“Morality! Not you too!” Creativity laments. Logic honestly can’t see what issue Creativity could possibly have with the young Side. He gave fantastic scratchies, why would anyone have a problem with him?

Vaguely, Logic registers the sounds of footsteps coming down the stairs, but he’s much too preoccupied with the boy petting him to really care.

“Halt foul snake!” Creativity hisses.

Logic flinches as he finally registers that a second Dark Side has entered the common room, but is quickly calmed and distracted by the boy continuing to pet him.

“Anxiety,” Deceit says, sounding a mixture of amused and concerned. “Where did you find these cats?”

“Mama! They was in the wiving woom when I came down!” The boy - Anxiety? - says happily. “These two is nice! That one’s mean. Can we keep them?”

Creativity huffs indignantly. “We’re not pets!”

Deceit chuckles. “You even want to keep the mean one?”

Anxiety nods seriously. “He’s theiw fwiend.” He says, as if that is reason enough to keep a cat that clearly doesn’t like him.

Deceit chuckles again, and somewhere in the back of Logic’s mind he realizes that he’s never seen Deceit be this genuinely nice to anyone, even The Duke.

“We can’t keep them until we try to find their owners, my little spiderling.” Anxiety’s face drops in disappointment.

“They have ownews?” He asks quietly, hands stilling.

“No, no, we’re all yours!” Morality purrs, headbutting Anxiety’s hand so he’ll continue petting them.

“MORALITY!” Creativity hisses. He’s moved fully under the coffee table in order to best protect himself against the two Dark Sides.

“They might,” Deceit answers gently, pulling one glove off and holding his naked hand up seriously. “I’ll go ask the neighbors after breakfast, but if the cats aren’t theirs then I promise you can keep them.”

“Yay!” Anxiety yells loudly, startling Logic for a moment. Morality doesn’t seem at all perturbed as he continues to push into Anxiety’s hand.

“What’s the shortstack cheering about?” The Duke asks as he suddenly appears by the television. “Did my brother bite the dust? Or maybe Thomas has finally decided to go to Walmart wearing nothing but a speedo!”

Creativity hisses at him.

“CATS!” The Duke gasps. “Ooh we can peel their skin off to see their muscles and internal organs and just peel them apart piece by piece until they’re just a kitty cat skeleton!”

Morality flinches at the idea.

“NOOOOO!” Anxiety screeches, suddenly pulling Logic and Morality as close to his chest as he can. “NONONONONONO!”

It takes Logic perhaps a little too long to realize that Anxiety, true to his name, is having an anxiety attack, but his air is rather restricted at the moment so you can’t really blame him.

Anxiety’s breathing is shallow, and labored as he inhales and exhales around his screams; black tears run down his face, and a few drip onto Logic’s head, probably staining his cream fur gray; and he’s shaking violently and uncontrollably. And being in his death grip, Logic is quite uncomfortable, and Morality seems to be panicking almost as much as Anxiety is.

“NONONONONONONO!”

“Fix this!” Deceit hisses at Dark Creativity.

Dark Creativity seems to stumble over himself for a second before deciding on a course of action. He slides to the ground in front of Anxiety, which only causes the young Side to grip the cats tighter.

“Hey, uh, Anxy?” He asks, uncharacteristically soft for him. “I was just joking, I’m not gonna hurt the cats, I swear.”

“You’re- you’re not?” Anxiety sniffles, tears never slowing, but his breathing evens out a little bit.

“I’m not,” The Duke promises.

“Pink pwomise?” Anxiety asks, tears finally stopping.

“Double pinky promise!” The Duke declares, holding out his hand that seems to have two pinky fingers on it. Logic’s pretty sure the hand only had one pinky finger a moment ago.

Anxiety giggles and lets go of Logic so that he can wrap one of his pinkies around both of The Duke’s. “No take backs.”

“None at all, else penalty of death!” The Duke crows happily. “So do the cats have names?”

“He can’t name the cats until we figure out where they came from!” Deceit scolds from the kitchen where he’s preparing breakfast. “We don’t want him to get too attached!”

“Of course not!” The Duke yells back before dropping his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “But do they have names?”

Anxiety giggles and answers just as quietly. “This one is Wogan!” He says, running a hand from Logic’s head all the way down his body.

Logic blinks slowly, then closes his eyes and pushes his head into Anxiety’s hand. “This is acceptable.”

“This one is Patton!”

“I love it, kiddo!” Morality — Patton — purrs even harder than he already had been.

“And that one's Woman!” The Duke turns to look at the Persian cat underneath the coffee table. Creativity hisses as soon as The Duke makes eye contact.

“Not very friendly is he?” The Duke asks. “I’m not allowed to hurt him either?”

“Nope!” Anxiety declares happily.

“Breakfast!” Deceit calls from the kitchen. “Don’t bring the cats to the table!”

Anxiety pouts, but he does as the older Side instructs and leaves Patton and Logan on the couch. “I’ll be wight back.”

“Take your time, kiddo! Eating a healthy breakfast is important!” Patton meows after him.

“Are you two insane!?” Roman hisses as soon as Anxiety and The Duke are gone. “We aren’t pets! We can’t just live here as his cats forever!”

“I believe Roman is right,” Logan concedes. “We cannot fulfill our functions in this manor, which would be very detrimental to Thomas.”

“But Anxiety loves us,” Patton pouts at the same time Roman hisses “that’s not my name!”

“Regardless of Anxiety’s feelings, we must put Thomas’s well-being first. It is our job, after all,” Even as Logan says it, a funny feeling fills his stomach. He hypothesizes the source to be guilt over taking away the cats that Anxiety so clearly loves, but there’s nothing he can do. They are Sides, not cats, and they have functions they must maintain to keep Thomas alive and happy, and Thomas is always their first priority.

“But Anxiety will be so sad if we just disappear,” Patton continues to protest, but Logan can see in his eyes that he knows Logan is right.

“Who cares what Anxiety thinks?” Roman snorts. “He’s not our friend! He is one of them, a bad guy. He may be a child now, but anxiety is a bad thing. It ruins creative whimsy, prevents people from going after opportunities, and is an all around bummer! We shouldn’t be nice to the source of misery!”

Patton begins to cry in earnest now, loud pathetic mewls leaving his mouth as he does.

“-I’ll go check.” Someone says from the dining room.

“Someone is coming,” Logan warns, causing Roman to tense, but Patton doesn’t stop crying.

“What’s wrong, kitty?” Deceit walks into the room, crouching carefully in front of the couch.

Roman hisses and darts back under the coffee table.

“Is he mean to you?” Deceit rubs a gloved finger against Patton’s head comfortingly. “Where did you come from, hmm? The imagination? Surely you’re not Creativity’s creations, but maybe the other Creativity? Or do the Light Sides keep cats now?”

Deceit continues to rub at Patton’s head, and eventually, the moral Side relaxes into the touch.

“I’ll have to give you back, won’t I? The Light Sides hate us enough without us stealing their cats… Anxiety is going to be so disappointed.” Deceit sighs, pushing himself up into standing position. “It can totally be helped, I suppose. I can definitely conjure convincingly lifelike cats, and Creativity has a knack for creating… child-friendly creatures.”

Deceit continues to mutter to himself as he makes his way back to the breakfast table with the other Dark Sides.

“At least he’s taking us back to our side,” Roman grumbles as Deceit walks away.

“There is still the problem that when he goes to the Light Side, he will not find anyone,” Logan points out as he begins grooming himself, stopping a moment later to ponder that instinct.

“I don’t want to go!” Patton whines.

“I am sorry, Patton,” Logan apologizes. He decides to just give into his instincts and begins grooming Patton instead. “But the best thing for Thomas is for us to be back in our proper place, in our proper forms.”

“Can I go wiff you to the Wight Side?” Anxiety asks, alerting the Light Sides to the approaching Dark Sides.

“I’m sorry, Anxiety,” Deceit says. “But I would prefer you not meet them yet.”

“Why?” Anxiety asks. He returns to his previous seat by the couch, and absentmindedly starts petting Patton when the Moral Side climbs back into his lap.

“Because the neighbors can be…” Deceit pauses to consider his next words.

Logan finds himself very curious to see what Deceit thinks of them. He’s never thought about it before. He views Deceit as a necessary attribute, but as a Side, Logan finds him to be overly dramatic and difficult to deal with. He views The Duke as a harmless nuisance as the Side has no real control over Thomas’s actions, only some thoughts, but he knows that Patton and Roman view him much more harshly. He’s never stopped to consider how the Dark Sides view them in return.

“...mean,” Deceit finally says.

Patton visibly deflates, no doubt hurt that he hasn’t been as nice to the Dark Sides as he could have been.

“SLANDER!” Roman hisses.

“Oh,” Anxiety says quietly. He stares at Patton, still seated in his lap, before turning back to the older Side. “Then why awe we giving them theiw cats back?”

“Don’t poke sleeping bears,” is all Deceit says.

“Always poke sleeping bears!” The Duke insists. “They get super mad and try to bite your hand off! It’s fun!”

Anxiety stares at The Duke with a mixture of fear and nausea.

“Thank you, Creativity,” Deceit drawls. “That was very helpful.”

“Do the Wight Sides bite?” Anxiety demands nervously, looking frantically between the two older Sides.

“Only when they’re being k-”

Deceit snaps and one of The Dukes hands flies up to cover his mouth, effectively cutting off whatever he was about to say.

“No, darling,” he sits on the ground and opens his arms. Anxiety considers the offer for a moment before removing Patton from his lap and snuggling up as close to Deceit as he can. “It was a figure of speech. The Light Sides do not bite.”

“But they’we mean,” Anxiety says quietly.

Deceit suddenly has four more arms that he wraps around Anxiety.

Logan startles. He hadn’t realized that Deceit had six arms. Perhaps he should try spending more time with the Dark Sides as there were clearly several things about them that he was unaware of.

“So am I,” Deceit hums. Personally, Logan isn’t sure how that is supposed to be reassuring, but Anxiety seems to think it is.

“You’ww be back?”

“Of course, spiderling.”

“Okay,” Anxiety whispers. He pulls away from the hug and immediately runs upstairs, never looking back at the cats.

Deceit watches him go with a sigh. “Why did you have to come here?” He asks the cats rhetorically.

“Sorry,” Patton tries to say, but Deceit only hears a meow.

Deceit sighs again before scooping Patton up with one pair of hands. “Let’s just get this over with, shall we?”

He grabs Logan with a second pair of hands, and finally grabs Roman with the third pair. Roman struggles, but Deceit keeps a tight grip on him.

Logan is smarter than Roman. While Roman struggles and ensures that Deceit has a tight grip on him, Logan fully allows Deceit to carry him, lulling the lying Side into a false sense of security. As soon as Deceit enters the Light Side of the Mindscape, Logan makes his move.

With his cat agility and flexibility, he pushes off of Deceits chest, easily breaking the unsuspecting Dark Side’s hold, and darts towards the stairs as quickly as he can, making it to the top before Deceit finally registers what had just happened and starts yelling after him.

“What the- GET BACK HERE!”

Logan ignores him as he runs for his room, theorizing that he’ll be able to change himself back into his own domain.

The door gives him slight pause as he realizes that he’s unable to open it — only mentally though, physically, he’s still running straight towards it. Luckily, the door responds to him, and a cat-flap that he’s quite sure has never been there before opens allowing him entrance.

Almost immediately, Logan is back in his proper form, necktie and all. Just as I suspected.

After a quick look in the mirror to make sure that he is fully presentable, Logan sinks out to the common room where he can still hear Deceit yelling after him.

“Deceit,” Logan appears behind Deceit, causing the lying Side to startle, and involuntary hiss escaping his lips as he quickly spins to face the newcomer.

Logan makes sure to give him a suitably surprised yet reserved look, as if he had been unaware that Deceit was in the common room.

Roman takes advantage of Deceit’s shock to escape his grasp as Logan had earlier. Roman runs for the stairs, but this time, Deceit just lets him, choosing to focus on Logan instead.

The Dark Side is quick to retract his extra arms, and mask his surprise with indifference, and Logan politely doesn’t mention either.

“We didn’t find these on our Side and we weren’t wondering if they were yours,” Deceit sneers, holding Patton out towards Logan as if the cat disgusted him, though Logan is well aware of the lie.

“They are, thank you,” Logan says, accepting Patton from Deceit. “Creativity and Morality have been searching for them in the imagination all day.”

Patton squirms in Logan’s arms until Logan allows him to climb onto his shoulder.

Deceit’s eyes narrow, and Logan realizes, a little too late, that Deceit can tell when someone’s lying. “There should have been three cats.”

“The third cat didn’t run away as soon as we got here, and isn’t lurking around here somewhere,” Deceit answers, mercifully letting the lie go

“Well thank you for returning them, Deceit, it was very decent of you,” Logan says. He thinks the comment is innocuous, but Deceit immediately goes on the defensive.

“Right, because the bessst we can do is desssssscent,” he hisses, his snake features becoming more pronounced with his aggravation. “Heaven forbid we ever do anything nisssssce.”

“I did not mean-”

“Goodbye, Logic. It’sss been sssso much fun.” Deceit sinks out before Logan can respond.

“I suppose that that did not go as well as I had hoped,” Logan says to Patton.

Patton meows and licks Logan’s nose.

Logan blinks. “You are aware that I know that you are not a cat, correct?”

Patton meows again.

“Is he gone?” Roman calls as he comes bounding down the stairs, back to his normal self.

“Yes, Roman, Deceit has left.”

“Okay, first of all Teach, just because Anxiety called me that doesn’t mean it’s my name. Second of all…”

Patton jumps off Logan's shoulder and makes his way to his room, at a slower pace than either of the others had gone.

He has so much to do.

~~~

Deceit does his best to school his features before returning to the Dark Sides’ common room. It would do no good for Anxiety to see him upset. He doesn’t want Anxiety to be afraid of the Light Sides, doesn’t want them to have that power over him already.

Once he’s got his face under control, he enters the common room. He’s greeted by the sight of Creativity sitting criss cross on the couch, Anxiety in his lap. Both of them are clearly waiting for him.

Anxiety’s eyes fill with tears as soon as he sees Deceit some back without the cats. Creativity frowns.

“They belonged to the boring Sides?” Creativity asks with a pout.

Deceit nods. He makes his way over to the couch to pick up the now sobbing Anxiety from Creativity’s lap.

“I’m sorry, spiderling.” Deceit says, wrapping all six arms around the child.

Anxiety wraps his arms around Deceits neck, and seconds later, four spider legs wrap around the rest of him.

Hours later, after Anxiety has finally settled down for his nap, and Creativity has gone to the imagination to vent his anger at hapless figments, there’s a knock at the door.

Deceit stares at the door for a moment in shock. No one’s ever knocked before. No one visits them. The Light Sides hate them, and even if they did want to visit, they’d never deign to knock.

Another knock.

Deceit shakes himself out of his thoughts to answer the door.

It’s Morality. He gives Deceit a wide and genuine grin, while hiding something behind his back.

“Hi Deceit!” He greets, bouncing on his toes with barely contained excitement.

“Morality, I was definitely expecting you.” Deceit says, feinting nonchalantness.

“I wanted to thank you for bringing the cats back! So I made you something!”

“Yes I obviously require payment for being nice, thank you.” Deceit rolls his eyes, he doesn’t need anything from them, and honestly, he doesn’t want anything from them. He’d prefer to just move on from this debacle and never think about it again.

“It’s not payment,” Morality grins like Deceit had been telling a joke. “It’s a gift! For you! Because you’re paw-sitively purrrrr-fect!”

Morality shoves a cat-shaped pillow in Deceit’s face, and all he can do is blink at it stupidly.

“I made you three!” Morality continues. “One for each cat!”

Deceit takes the proffered pillow — gray with bright blue eyes, like the nice cat — and Morality pulls out two more pillows that resemble the other two cats.

“That’s- um…” For once, Deceit’s silver tongue is failing him. He has no idea what to say.

“Mama?”

Not now, Deceit begs internally. Why does Anxiety have to choose now to wake up?

Anxiety approaches normally, but Deceit can tell the second he sees Morality, because he quickly ducks behind Deceit’s legs.

“Hey, kiddo,” Morality says gently as he lowers himself to his knees so that he’s level with the young Side. “I just wanted to thank your mama for returning my cats earlier. I cat tell you how happy I was to have them back, so as a thank you, I made these purr-fect pillows, would you like one?”

“That’s the same joke twice,” Deceit mutters, but Morality ignores him.

Morality holds out the Siamese pillow to Anxiety. Anxiety looks up at Deceit, and Deceit — unable to see how this could possibly be a trap — nods.

Anxiety quickly snatches the pillow from Morality and hugs it close to his chest.

“Thank you,” he mumbles.

Morality smiles. “No problem, kiddo. It’s the fleece I can do.”

Anxiety lets out a giggle, and Morality’s grin grows

“A fan of jokes I see! Well then, why did the chicken cross the road?”

“Why?” Anxiety asks quietly, voice muffled slightly by the pillow.

“To get to the other Sides!” Anxiety stares blankly at him, and Deceit smirks at the failed joke. “No? How about, what’s a ghost’s favorite fruit?”

“What?”

“Boo-berries!”

That one gets another giggle

Morality grins and holds out the third pillow. “You can have this one, too, if you want it.”

Anxiety doesn’t even look at Deceit for approval this time before he grabs pillow from Morality and attempts to hold both as close to his chest as possible.

“Anxiety,” Deceit says as Morality straightens up. “Why don’t you go show Creativity your new pillows?”

“Okay!” The kid cheers, taking off without another word, two cat pillows in tow.

“Thank you, Morality,” Deceit says once Anxiety is gone. “You didn’t have to.”

“I know I didn’t have to,” Morality smiles. “I wanted to! So I did.”

“I will admit, I’m not sure what to do when receiving a gift,” Deceit admits, surprised at his own honestly.

“Well I’ll just have to fix that, won’t I?” Morality says brightly. He pulls Deceit into a tight hug, but lets go before he can even begin to process that. “Bye Dee! I’ll see you later!”

And then he’s gone. Leaving Deceit standing in the doorway clutching a soft gray cat pillow.

Fuck, I’m GAY!

——End——

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calpalirwin · 3 years

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Painted Pink Room

A/N: @talkfastromance4 mentioned that a part 2 to this would be cool and I had some ideas for it, so here we are.

Word Count: 2.3k

And away, and away we go!

It took a month for McKenna to finally sleep through the night in her own room, not that Calum and Luke minded in the slightest. Nap time was fine, but there was something about sleeping in the dark alone, even with the aid of a nightlight, that sent McKenna scurrying into bed with her dads every night.

So when Calum rolled over one morning and found empty space before his hand smacked into Luke’s arm, he shot awake. “Where’s Mack?!”

Luke mumbled angrily in his sleep. “Shh, Cal, I’m sleeping…”

“And Mack is missing!”

That got Luke’s attention, blue eyes snapping opening. He sat up straight, throwing back the covers. “What do you mean she’s missing?!”

“Do you see her in here?! Did she sleep in her own bed all night?”

“She better have otherwise she might be actually missing…”

Both men jumped out of bed and raced down the hall to McKenna’s room. And found her peacefully sleeping in her bed, Duke and Petunia curled up on the floor next to her. “How is she still asleep?” Luke asked in a whisper.

Calum shrugged, checking the time on his phone before groaning. “Probably cuz it’s five in the fuckin’ morning…”

“You woke me up at five in the morning because Mack was asleep in her own bed?!”

“I panicked, okay?! She’s never spent the whole night in her room before, what was I supposed to think?!”

“Sssshhhhh!” Luke shushed, gesturing for them to leave the room. “You wanna wake her up, or go back to bed? I, for one, vote for going back to bed.”

Calum yawned, agreeing with Luke that more sleep was needed. “Hey, Lu?”

“Yeah?”

“She did it. Whole night in her own room,” he smiled in pride.

“Yeah,” Luke matched Calum’s grin for a second. “But I’m kinda gonna miss her elbow in my ribs.”

“Yeah. Me too…”

And as much as they missed the little body squeezed in next to them, they did enjoy the extra uninterrupted hours of sleep. They also enjoyed McKenna tiptoeing into the room with both dogs at her side to wake them up, asking for breakfast.

~~~

“Alright, little miss, how do we want our hair today?” Calum asked her after Luke helped her get dressed. “Up or down?” He swung her up and sat her down on the bathroom counter, spinning her around so they both faced the mirror.

“Up!”

“Ponytail, braid, or bun?”

“Tail!”

“Great choice!” Calum grinned before setting to work, taking in pride at how well he’d learn to do her hair over the past handful of weeks. “Did Daddy tell you what we’re doing today?”

“‘Ool?” she asked, cocking her head to the side and turning a little.

“Gotta sit still for me, darling.” He gently set her straight again. “But, yeah, you’re right. We’re gonna go swimming today. Do you know why?”

She thought about it for a second, her little face scrunching in the mirror.

“You know you scrunch your face just like Daddy when you’re thinking,” Calum noted.

“Like Daddy?” she asked, scrunching her face more.

“Just like him.”

“Eyes like Papa!”

“Yep, eyes just like mine,” Calum smiled at her. “Can you remember why Daddy said we’re swimming today?”

“No.”

“It’s because we’re meeting some friends today!”

“Fwends?!”

“Yeah! Uncle Ashton and Uncle Mikey are gonna come over, so you can meet them and your cousin Wyatt.”

“Wots of fwends!”

“A little bit, yeah. But they’re excited to meet you.”

“Me?!”

“Yes, you! So, what do you say? Wanna go swimming with your new friends today?”

“Yes!”

“That’s my girl! C’mon, let’s go find Daddy.”

~~~

There was a small downside to having told McKenna that friends would be coming over to swim. It was the fact that she had very little concept of how time worked. So any sound of a car driving past was met with an excited gasp of “Fwends?!” and Calum and Luke having to shake their heads and go, “No, Mack. It’s not time yet. We have to have lunch and a nap first.” A cycle of conversation that repeated on an endless loop even after lunch had been eaten and the nap had been taken.

“Seriously, where the fuck are they?” Luke asked in a low, aggravated tone.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” Calum replied in a similar tone, huffing and pulling out his phone. Then he sighed in relief, flashing the message at Luke. “On their way. 5 minutes ago.”

“Which means they should pulling up any-”

“Fwends?!” McKenna interrupted as a car turned into the drive.

“That better fuckin’ be them,” Luke grumbled, marching for the door and pulling it open. “Hey, ya made it!” he hollered.

Ashton laughed as he slung a bag over his shoulder. “Sorry mate. Someone took forever to go down for a nap.”

“S’alright. Still got most of the afternoon. How long can these two swim for anyhow?” Calum pointed out, stepping onto the porch next to Luke with McKenna at his side. “Look, Mack, our friends are here! You wanna say hi?”

McKenna peered around Calum’s leg over at Ashton and Michael, her eyes wide. “Big wike you…” she whispered.

Calum laughed. “Yeah, Uncle Ashton and Uncle Mikey are big like me and Daddy. But look! Wyatt’s little like you.”

“Hey, McKenna,” Michael said, crouching down in front of her. “I’m Mike, and this is Wyatt. Wyatt, do you wanna say hi to McKenna?”

“Hi,” the little boy said, before glancing up at Michael, and whispering “Swimming now, Daddy?”

“You don’t wanna say hi to your uncles first?” Michael whispered back.

“Oh…” Wyatt turned his attention to Calum and Luke. “Hi.”

“Hey, bud,” Luke chuckled. “Mack, they said hi. Do you want to say hi back?”

“Hi…” she offered up shyly.

“How ‘bout we hit the pool, yeah?” Ashton asked, trying to steamroll through the shy hellos.

“Great idea!” Luke agreed. “C’mon, Mack, let’s go get your swimsuit on.”

“Otay!”

From there, conversation flowed much more fluidly as the four men leaned against the pool walls, chatting about work ideas while McKenna and Wyatt splashed about on the steps, engaging in their own imaginary play and toddler babble. “So how are you guys adjusting and everything?” Ashton asked once they’d worn down work ideas.

“Fine I guess,” Luke said with a shrug.

“Yeah. She actually slept the whole night in her own bed last night,” Calum added.

“Shit, that’s a huge step. Have you reached the tantrum stage yet?” Michael asked.

Calum and Luke looked at each other and shook their heads. “No,” answered Calum. “She gets whiny and pouts about things sometimes. But no major meltdowns so far.”

“But don’t jinx us,” Luke added with a laugh.

Just then there was a particularly loud splash and all of them turned as Wyatt came up sputtering, before letting out a scared wail. “Whoa!” Ashton rushed, stepping over and helping Wyatt back up on the step. “Deep breath. You’re okay. What happened? Did you slip?”

“She! Pushed! Me!” he continued to cry, pointing at McKenna who scowled at him.

Calum grabbed McKenna, pulling her away from Wyatt before setting her on the ledge in front of him. “Did you push Wyatt?”

She nodded.

Calum sighed. “Why?”

“He mean.”

“He was mean to you?”

“Uh-huh.” And to demonstrate, she dipped her hand in the water and splashed Calum in the face.

“Hey!” Calum said sternly, grabbing her hand. “We don’t splash people in the face. That’s not nice.”

“He did!”

“Oh…” Calum said in understanding. “He splashed you in the face so you pushed him?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay, but we don’t push people, darling. That’s not nice either. If you have a problem, you come get me or Daddy, okay?”

“Otay…”

“Okay. So what do we say when we’re mean to someone and hurt them?”

“Sowwy…”

“Don’t say sorry to me. Say sorry to Wyatt.”

“Sowwy ‘Ayatt…”

“It’s otay,” he sniffed.

Ashton and Calum set both kids back to play before making their way back over to Michael and Luke. “So what happened?”

“I think Wyatt accidentally splashed her in the face and she got pissed, so she shoved him,” Calum recapped.

“So we’re raising a vigilante? Cool,” Luke laughed. “Good to know.”

“Shut up, it’s not funny,” Calum scolded.

“Eh,” Michael shrugged. “In all fairness there’s a 50/50 shot that Wyatt splashed her on purpose.”

“That’s true,” Ashton nodded. “Tried to break the habit about a billion times, but hey, maybe he just needed to get shoved to make the lesson stick ya know? They’re kids. No one got hurt. That’s what matt- Wyatt James, don’t splash her.”

Wyatt’s hands were poised in the water, ready to splash at McKenna again. He giggled, not thinking Ashton was serious and gave McKenna a face full of water. On instinct, she shoved him off the step again.

“Dude, what did I just tell you?” Ashton groaned as he went over to get Wyatt.

“Alright, we’re done,” Calum said, following Ashton to collect McKenna. “That’s enough swimming for the day.”

“Good call,” Ashton nodded.

“Papa, no!” the toddlers shrieked as they got taken out of the water.

“Yeah, I bet you’ll listen next time then, huh?” Ashton asked.

“Papa!” Wyatt continued to sob as Ashton wrapped him in a towel and sat with him in a chair. “I… wanna… swim!”

“Me too!” McKenna hiccuped.

“Maybe later. Right now we’re taking a break,” Calum told them both.

“Daddy!” McKenna cried.

“Oh, you’re mad at me so you want Daddy? Alright, see how far you get,” Calum chuckled, as Luke and Michael made their way over to the rest of the group.

“What’s up, sweetheart?” Luke asked, taking McKenna from Calum.

“Swim, pwease?”

“Nope. We’re all taking a break.”

She let out a loud cry, burying her head into Luke, who reached over to shove Michael. “I told you not to jinx us, ya cunt.”

Michael laughed, “Wait til she has a tantrum over something completely ridiculous.”

The men continued to talk, while whispering small assurances to the toddlers that “It’s alright. You’re fine,” until the hiccuped sobs turned to soft sniffles.

“You understand why Papa had you take a break?” Michael spoke softly to Wyatt. “We don’t splash people in the face.”

“Accident…”

“The first time, maybe it was. But the second time we all watched you. Papa even told you not to, and you did it anyway. That’s why McKenna pushed you, and that’s why we all had to take a break.”

“Oh… Sowwy…”

“Not to me. To McKenna for splashing her, and to Papa for not listening.”

“Sowwy Papa.”

“Thank you, bud,” Ashton smiled at his son. “I love you.”

“Wuv you. Sowwy, ‘Kenna.”

“It otay.”

“What else do you say, sweetheart?” Luke guided. “Papa already warned you about pushing people the first time, that’s why you had to take a break.”

“Sowwy ‘Ayatt.”

“It’s otay.”

“Daddy?” McKenna asked, tracing her fingers over Luke’s painted nails.

“What’s up, sweetheart?”

“Dis pwetty.”

Luke waggled his fingers. “They are pretty, huh?”

“Mhm. Mine wike dat?”

“Yeah, we can get your nails painted.”

“Me too?” Wyatt asked, perking up.

“If you want, bud, sure,” Michael nodded, before directing his attention to Calum and Luke, “You guys got nail polish? We can do it now.”

“Yeah, we got a whole bunch,” Calum answered. “I’ll go get the stuff. Lu, you wanna get her changed out of her swimsuit?”

“On it.”

Fifteen minutes later found the group hunkered down in the living room, nail polish bottles scattered on the coffee table while little fingernails were swiped with pretty colors. “Tada!” Luke cheered as he capped a bottle of bright red polish. “Look, your nails are just like mine, now.”

“Papa too!”

“Oh, I dunno. Does Papa wanna match with us?” Luke asked Calum, waving the bottle back and forth.

Calum looked at his nails, and shrugged. “Eh, fuck it. Go ahead.”

“You want the red, or do you want your usual black?”

“Red’s fine.”

“Alright, Mack, you wanna help me paint Papa’s fingers?”

“Yeah!”

“Careful not to smudge hers,” Calum warned lightly as he settled back, giving Luke one of his hands.

Carefully, Luke held his own fingers over McKenna’s on the brush to guide her as she painted Calum’s nails for him.

On the other side of the coffee table, Ashton was blowing on Wyatt’s fingers to help the glittery purple nail polish dry. “You know, Daddy used to have hair kinda like this.”

Wyatt looked over at Michael and laughed. “Daddy hair purple!”

“My hair was lilac, not purple,” Michael corrected as he swiped black nail polish across his own nails.

“Not the lilac. The…” Ashton snapped his fingers as he thought. “Fuck what was it? It was like purple, blue, and black all at once.”

“Galaxy. Yeah, that one was fun.”

“Probably my favorite hair color of yours honestly,” Calum told him.

“Yeah, you ever gonna dye your hair again, Mike?” Luke asked.

“Maybe when you finally decide to dye yours.”

“I did dye my hair!”

“You’re blonde, and you dyed your hair more blonde. Doesn’t count.”

“How does that not count?!”

“Cuz you gotta dye it another color.”

“It was another color!”

“No, it was a different shade. Not the same thing.”

Luke made sputtering sounds of disbelief. “Cal! C’mon, tell Mike it’s the same thing.”

Calum snorted. “I’m with Mike on this one. Dying your hair a different shade, isn’t the same as dying it a different color.”

“You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“Not if that side’s wrong, I’m not.”

“You’re an ass for 1. And for 2, your nails are done.”

“Very pwetty,” McKenna beamed, proud of her handiwork.

“Thank you very much, darling,” Calum said, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. “Now we all match. Me, you, and Daddy.”

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keichan · 4 years

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Running Through the Night Tsukishima x fem!reader Part 3: His Confession

You and Tsukishima have been friends for as long as you two could remember. With a very unexpected confession, how will this affect you two?

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Word count: 2143

Genre: college au, unrequited love, angst, best friends to lovers, fluff somewhere in there, mutual pining

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You and Yamaguchi centered around your laptop watching the Sendai Frogs’ highlights from the game that happened a few hours previously. The Sendai Frogs obliterated the team that they were up against. Kei wasn’t kidding when he said that they’d take the game in straight sets.

“Wow! Tsukki was on fire tonight!” Yamaguchi leans closer to the laptop to see a clip of Tsukishima stuffing the opposing team’s ace. The highlight reel comes to an end with the teams logo appearing and the screen turning black.

“That was a really good game! I’m so proud of him!” you smile as you close your laptop. “Is it just me, or was he playing differently than normal?” you glance up at him. “Much more... Aggressive?”

Yamaguchi let himself sink even further into his seat, “Maybe something gave him even more motivation for blocking. Like in high school when we went up against Ushiwaka-san? With all the extra practices he has been going to,” he suggests. But every word is covered in uncertainty. A frown settles on your face. You know it’s not it. Nothing adds up. He’s been acting far off and hard to reach lately. There’s something else.

Kei wasn’t necessarily someone who is easy to confront. No matter what he will come off as cold and mocking if you try to intervene in personal feelings. You know all too well with what happened after Kei found out about Akiteru’s secret back all those years ago. The best you can do to support him and be happy. After all it’s seemed to work for all of these years.

“Yama, do you know what’s been wrong with him? He always leaves my house without saying a word. Each time he leaves, it’s like he’s there, but he’s out of my grasp. It’s hard to reach him outside of movie nights. I just don’t get it, we’ve been friends for over 15 years, but it’s just, I don’t know? Fading?” the words pour out. You place your face in your hands, not even bothering to look at Yamaguchi.

“I think-“

He was cut off by the sound of your phone ringing.

Matsukawa Issei flashed on your screen.

“Who is it?”

“Matsukawa-san from Seijoh.”

Yamaguchi shot you a confused expression. You haven’t heard from him in a few months, and it was already dipping late into the evening. You wondered what it could possibly be.

“Hello?”

“Yo! Y/N! Are you busy right now?” He was yelling over the sound of music. He must’ve been out at a bar. After all it was a Saturday night.

“I’m with Yamaguchi right now. Why what’s up?”

“Errm… Well uh-“ Matsukawa got cut off to a thud in the background. “Goddammit you guys just hold him up!” he yelled. “So uh… basically Hanamaki and I happened to be at the same club as Tsukishima and his teammates. I think they were celebrating their win tonight. But umm, he’s kinda fucked up. Like really fucked up. We’re trying to give him water and sober him up. We’re sober enough, just not good enough to drive. Would you and Yamaguchi come up here and pick him up? You were the first person I could think of.”

“Yeah. Send me the address and I’ll be there.” Yamaguchi already has his car keys in his hand, standing at the door.

“Where are we going?”

You tilted the phone away from your ear, barely managing a smile. “We’re picking up Kei from the bar. He celebrated a little too hard.”

The silence in the car was stifling. You and Yamaguchi knew that it was out of character for Kei to get fucked up to the point that someone has to go and get him. The three of you (and other Karasuno alumni) have gone out to casually drink, but everyone knows their limit unless it was the intention to get to that point. Which was just an extreme rarity to begin with.

The tension was getting to you, so you decided to bring up a different topic. “I’m glad that our plans are really coming along nicely, aren’t you?” Yamaguchi looks over his shoulder at you and grins. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.”

The bar wasn’t too crowded when you arrived. You and Yamaguchi walk across the dance floor, automatically feeling out of place, dressed in sweats and sneakers. Tsukishima was slumped over a small round table with an arm completely draping off. Matsukawa, Hanamaki, and the captain of Kei’s team sat around him, sipping on their drinks, enjoying each other’s company as if the unconscious man wasn’t at their table.

“Matsukawa! Hanamaki! Nakamura!” You wave at them. They all stand up to give you a hug and say their hellos to Yamaguchi. The five of you glanced over at Tsukishima to the sound of him groaning. He attempted to lift his head just for it to plop back down onto the table.

“So how did this happen?” Yamaguchi shouted over the music. He rubbed his head nervously before Nakamura placed an arm around his shoulder, “Well Tsukishima was acting pretty strange during warmups and throughout the game. We didn’t really think of anything of it though. He usually goes to all outings with the team regardless. But when he got here, he took every opportunity to down drinks.” Nakamura nodded his head at Tsukishima, “He got to the point where he couldn’t really stand so me and red hair right here managed to get him to where he is now. And Matsugawa-“ “It’s Matsukawa” “Matsukawa, called you, Y/N, and now we’re here!” He stuck his chin up looking satisfied with his answer.

He reached over and placed a hand on your shoulder, “Plus it’s always nice seeing you! You haven’t come by to watch us practice in a while.” You glanced down at the wooden floor, “Sorry, I’ve just been really overwhelmed with school and work, it’s been hard to make time like I used to.”

He shook both of his hands, “No no! It’s not a big deal! Don’t feel bad!” Before you could say another world Yamaguchi speaks up, “Let go ahead and get Tsukki in the car.”

You and Yamaguchi were able to wake him up and get him to stand up on his feet. Using you two as his support, Tsukishima slowly walked across the dance floor, tripping over himself every few steps. Mumbling incoherencies about him being able to walk, that it’s ridiculous that you two showed up when he’s fine and sober. His face scrunched up

You managed to lower him into the backseat of Yamaguchi’s car, which was harder than you think, but after all, he is 6’5. You buckled in his seat belt and began to pull away when he lazily grabbed your arm.

“Thanks, Y/N” he quietly mumbled before his hand slid off and slumped his head against the headrest.

The three of you successfully managed to get to his apartment upstairs and into his bedroom without Tsukishima falling on the floor.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, I have to go. I have to be at work really early tomorrow. Do you think that you can handle him?” Yamaguchi sets down a glass of water on Kei’s bedside table with a bottle of aspirin. You nod towards the door, “Go ahead. I can handle Kei. We both know that he’s just a big toddler when he’s like this anyways.”

Yamaguchi laughed in agreement. “See ya! Goodnight, Y/N!”

You heard the front door to the apartment close just to have Kei try to sit up in his bed.

“Ah Kei! You’re awake! Here drink some water and take this!” you pass him the glass and the medicine he slowly takes it. He almost misses the nightstand when putting the water back on it. He slowly looks at you, “Sowwy,” the simple phrase comes out slurred. “I’m jus kinof drunk,” he lets out a soft chuckle before placing his hands behind him on the comforter to support his weight. You look at him expecting to see the usual smirk, but instead it’s a playful smile.

“S’okay.” You walk over to his closet to grab him a change of clothes. Knowing him, he’d be pissed if he woke up in jeans the following morning. You place everything folded nicely beside him. “Kei, I’m gonna go use the bathroom real quick, go ahead and change okay,” the blonde nods as you exit the room.

After a few minutes you come in to see him pulling his shirt down over his head. You pick up the rest of his clothes piled at the side of his bed and place them in the laundry basket on the opposite side of his room.

“Hey, Y/N,” you turned around to see him towering over you. His usually stern features are completely softened. There’s a twinge of sadness in his eyes. You furrow your eyebrows in concern.

“Are you o-”

“Why is it that I try so hard for you…” he talks slowly in an attempt to articulate every word, but his words still come out slurred. “And you just don’t notice me.” His voice faltered.

“What are you talking about, Kei? We’ve been best friends for as long as we both can remember. We’re always together, even despite school and your volleyball career. Of course I notice you.”

He shakes his head and grabs your wrist and looks directly into your eyes. “That’s not what I mean.”

“Then what do you m-”

“I love you, Y/N”

There was a brief silence before you let out a short laugh causing his grip to tighten the slightest bit.

“I love you too, Kei? What are you going about?”

His eyes began to water. “Y/N, I have loved you for as long as I can remember. There isn’t a second that goes by that you’re not on my mind. Every time I see you, my heart grows warm. I want you to always be happy. No… I want to be the reason that you can be happy everyday. Trust me, I know that I’m cocky, I know I’m a smartass, but I’d do anything for you. I’ll be better than him for you-”

“Kei, please slow down I-”

“I’ve been wanting to tell you this for so long I just never had the courage. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met in my entire life. You’re so kind and compassionate, I don’t get how you manage to put up with me sometimes. I am so grateful to have you in my life. I just want to be there for all of your highs and comfort you in all of your lows. After we both graduate from college when we land our dream jobs we can move in together and go adopt a dog like you’ve always wanted. I just want to live out my life with you. Y/N, you make every moment of my life so fulfilling. I cherish you with all of my heart.”

You stood there in awe with your mouth slightly agape trying to comprehend everything that just happened. You didn’t even realize you had tears slowly lining your cheeks until one dropped onto your arm.

“I-I don’t know what to say…” your voice faltered out.

Kei gently rests his hand on your cheek, wiping the tears away as they flow.

“I’m so in love with you L/N F/N” He looks at you dreamily. Never in your life have you seen Tsukishima Kei like this.

Before you could even think to react, Kei quickly leans down and places his lips softly on yours. He pressed a longing kiss on your lips filled with pent up emotions from years and years of longing.

But, you didn’t close your eyes. You didn’t kiss him back. You stood there like a statue. You placed both of your hands carefully on his chest and shifted him away from you slowly.

“Kei, let’s just go to sleep okay,” your voice wavered as you walked him over to the bed, trying your best not to lose your composure in front of him. He just nodded in agreeance Every single thought in your head was screaming for you to leave. You couldn’t wrap your mind around what had just happened. You grabbed his glasses from his face and set them on the nightstand.

“We’ll talk about everything tomorrow okay? I’m going to take the couch tonight. Goodnight, Kei.” Without letting him say a word you turned off the lights and swiftly left the room.

You sat in Tsukishima’s living room staring at the beige wall with tears silently falling down your cheeks. You didn't know what to do. You didn’t fall asleep until the sun came up.

When Tsukishima woke up the following morning he felt absolutely destroyed.

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Love Isn’t An Illusion (6)

Pairing: Todoroki x Bakugou, Todoroki x Reader x Bakugou, VERY SLOW BUILD

Summary: Your final exam was a bit harder then everyone elses

Words: +-7200 (Next few a quite long sowwy)

Warnings: Anxiety, fear of failure, feeling like everyone is against you, unfair battle, near crying, anger, panic attack, insomnia, overworking, wanting to prove yourself, swearing, battle sequences, description of a panic attack, soft Todoroki, Todoroki helping through a panic attack, stress, bad parenting, collapsing, Midnight’s being used on you, hospitals, mentions of not eating, soft Bakugou, mentions of sexuality

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A/N: I wrote this for the fans. I do not own My Hero academia or the characters, I don’t own most of the plot for this story, I had watched the show and re-written the dialogue and plot as if the reader was the main character. Everything is centred around the reader. Please comment, makes me happy. Ask if you wish to be tagged. I’m going to make a patreon for AU’s and extra little bits and pieces, give me your thoughts!

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Chapter 6

At the new information, I was receiving I stopped and put my hand up sighing out my anxiety then nodded slowly licking my lips “Excuse me” I asked slowly and stepped forward “Um everyone else gets a pair and one Pro. I get no pair and ten Pros” I was livid, I was losing my shit left right and centre. “Oh yeah” I nodded “Super fair” I had trained but ten Pros with ten different quirks and fighting styles.

“Y/N,” Aizawa said slowly and I waited for what he was to say “You are by far the strongest in your class, your quirk can be used in any situation. Your weakness is the amount, if we are all to fight you then we can see how you are truly travelling” he explained. My hands were gripped at my sides. There was no way I was going to pass. “You have one rule” he began and I laughed my eyes still downcast. “You must show your true self to at least one teacher at all times” he explained.

I was now just standing there nodding as I licked my lips and then sighed out, again trying to understand this information “So basically I’m failing before I even take the test” pursing my lips I blinked harshly trying to hold back my tears. I wasn’t going to pass and I knew they had noticed my change in attitude.

“No” Midnight began and I looked down. “We are testing you, you are so strong” the teachers hadn’t thought of what would happen if I failed did they. I shook my head and grit my teeth. How could I beat ten pro heroes not to mention All Might himself?

My peers were silent as I stood there seething in anger. What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t fight ten Pros. I was so confident about this and now I was about to burst into tears and just tear myself apart right here. All the sleepless nights, all the coffee and panic attacks, all the studying and running my body into the ground to then have an impossible task thrown at me.

I shook my head slowly and then whispered out “Let’s just get this over with” I had to watch every single second of everyone's fights. I had to learn everything. I wasn’t going down without a fight. We walked in and I moved to the front sitting down in front of the TV my legs to my chest. I couldn’t even blink. My heart was about to combust. I felt faint. I was glad they saw potential but not ten Pro heroes potential. My objective was to escape. I was about to cry.

The teachers were talking about how we could run away, I didn’t have a choice. The teachers also wore bracelets to add half their weight, it would slow them down but with ten Pros it wouldn’t help. The first fight was on Kirishima and Sato against Cementoss. They went for direct, a bad decision but my eyes widened as they broke through the walls of cement. They had limits while Cementoss doesn’t, Cementoss was so fast and had no limit. I would have to cage him quickly and somewhere not near cement. A cage should do the trick but they took quite a bit of brainpower. It would have to be done, I could hear conversations behind me but this was far more important. I had to pass and I had that stupid rule I had to follow. I held my legs tighter, Cementoss was long-distance and had no limit. I had to remember that. The fight was over within a few minutes.

Then was Tokoyami and Tsu, ectoplasm had cloned. If he was in an illusion could he still use that? I couldn't even find out if I wanted to before I fought him. I continued to watch as people walked in and out. How many clones could he make, could he see through them? What was his limit? There were just so many to fight, this looked impossible. I watched as Tokoyami destroyed them, so they looked easy to destroy. I would have to find the original quickly. I knew how to control clones but were they the same as my own. My eyes widened as I saw him make a giant one of himself, how could I go around that. How could I win with a power like this? Ectoplasm also had a lot of power with close combat and distance. I had to bit that. I was shaking, my fingers digging into my legs as I leaned forward watching the next fight.

Iida and Ojiro, Powerloader could dig underground and hide. I would have to find a way to stop him. Though the boys won fairly quickly, speed was their key. Even though Powerloader is quick underground he wasn’t too fast on land plus he needed machines for his quirk to work. I could suspend him in the air and he would be useless. My speed was good but if he made it underground I wouldn’t have much of a chance. I would have to get him out of his little machine.

Then came Todoroki and Yaoyarozu against Aizawa. He was my biggest issue. He needed to be taken out immediately when I fought him, he could erase my quirk and I would be useless. I could rely on my physical abilities but it would still be not enough. Within seconds Todoroki was suspended and spiked objects placed beneath him with his partner now running for the exit. Aizawa also had his scarf, I had to worry about. They would come to me with everything they got. I had to think fast and hard, I wouldn’t be able to stop. His quirk stopped when he blinked, if I got caught I’d have another chance. Eraserhead was swinging through the air like it was nothing, what area would I be put in. Todoroki was still in the air as Yaoyarozu ran up to him but Erasurehead was on his way. They were yelling at each other trying to work together in the middle of the exam? Not the best time but still there nonetheless. The light then blinded Aizawa making him have to regain his sight then Aizawa was off again. Sure his quirk had lessened but it was still a lot we had to deal with. An ice wall and then Aizawa was blocked. I was only focused on Aizawa for this fight. I had to figure this out, how could I beat him? Yaoyorozu threw another scarf at him but when heated returned to its original shape, a metal. Clever but not something I could do. They won, though I couldn’t win with their strategy.

I gripped my legs tighter if that was possible at this point. I was ignoring everything and everyone around me. People were talking to their partners figuring out strategies but all I could do was think. That’s all my quirk was, thoughts projected into the world. I breathed out trying to calm myself as I closed my eyes. Ten Pros, one me. I had to think faster than ever, my brain would be having ten different thoughts at the one time. I had to win, I had to show everyone I was better.

No. 13 was just sucking, if I put someone in front of her she would have to close, she may not be a hero today for this exercise but she would never intentionally hurt someone. I found that out when her pair competed against her. The second Uraraka got to close she stopped her quirk, still a hero at heart. I smirked, they were all still heroes at heart.

I was still sitting as I heard Iida and Yaoyarozu walked in talking to Midoriya and Tsu. Nezu was up, I didn’t know his quirk. Then the area began to collapse around Mina and Kaminari. I was watching so closely as I heard Yaoyorozu talk and I sighed silently. He was smarter than everyone and could think faster than I could attack. Everyone had to be taken out quickly. The pair lost and I put my head in my legs to try and calm down. How in the hell could I fight someone so much smarter than me, I had to think faster then he could.

Koda and Jirou, all sound quirks. I watched them as they ran through the woods. The camera added Mic who was unimpressed with having to wait and within a second he yelled, voice loud and barreling through the woods. My eyes widened, I could create something sound cancelling, all my illusions could be it was the fact I’d still hear him. A box may be, just place all ten teachers inboxes. Another quirk that was going to have to be ended quickly though he had to breathe, right? Or could he breathe through his quirk? I was at a loss of what to do. He made her ears bleed, his voice made her ears bleed. I was in disbelief, he wasn’t caring. The ground began to rumble beneath him and then Present Mic was covered in bugs, ok so he didn’t like bugs. Good to know.

I knew Snipe well, his fighting style and thought process. He was fast and knew where everyone was though he struggled when we fought close combat and when I made clones. It’s going to be a lot to think about all at once but this is something I had to do. I could win, with each match I was getting more excited but nervous.

Midnight was strong if her quirk reached me I would just fall asleep, it came from her skin, I could have to cover her in something but I had heard it worked better on guys than girls. But what if said girl also didn’t just like guys. I was screwed, I would have to keep her covered. Not too hard but still another thought I had to make, something seemingly impossible. Midnight also had her whip, I had to get her immobilized quickly and keep her there. I didn’t know how far her scent could go. Immobilization was my best bet.

Finally All Might, the top hero. Everyone knew him, I mean how could you not, he was legendary. The number one hero to this day, both Bakugou and Midoriya were versing him but I had to do it alone with other Pros helping him. Bakugou was ignoring Midoriya all together, he was mad. If he was mad about being paired with Midoriya I couldn’t imagine the anger that I gotta do it myself. They weren’t working together. With the swing of the hand, a whole road was taken out by All Might. I had to go up against that, All Might in villain form. What could I do with something like this at his disposal? Bakugou was moving too quickly but when he was pushed into the ground I stood up quickly leaning over the bars to watch more closely. Two of the strongest people in my class were getting beat. Bakugou was just walking toward All Might not a care in the world, he was so strong and confident. Bakugou had been punched and I grimaced looking away before my breathing began to pick up, I knew my peers were watching my semi meltdown. My eyes were darting around the screen as I bit my lip in anger. Bakugou looked so angry and beat as Midoriya punched him out of the way from another hit. Midoriya was carrying Bakugou with him but my eyes were darting everywhere. I was confident but now my heart only raced in fear. My whole body was shaking as I watched them. Another hit from Bakugou, more hits but Midoriya had one of his gauntlets. The hit was massive and explosive I looked around but All Might was up within a few seconds. How in the hell did he get back up, I couldn’t face him with other Pros. He was so strong I could hold him down? Place him in a box? Control him? Fear tactic? God what would work. I was biting my fingers in fear as I tried to figure out how to win. Bakugou was just kicked away then Midoriya was thrown into him. They were at his mercy. I couldn’t beat him in physical strength but I could lock him away, it would take a lot of energy but I think I could do it. Midoriya was hurtling towards the exit, I had to make it to my exit. All Might was faster even with his bracelets he was faster. Locking him away would be my best bet, my only chance at winning. I was going to win, I was going to work my body and mind harder than ever. Bakugou had such strong attacks, how could he do this. How could he use such power and not fall, how could he do this? I was at a loss, Bakugou had so much strength in his body, so much raw power and stamina. The boys were then running to the exit. They won, they both fucking won. I had to verse that, if they could win, I could win, right?

When they won my legs collapsed as I fell to the ground, All Might would take a half an hour break then it was my go. I was shaking on the ground my breathing harsh and loud Recovery Girl ran to me.

“Y/N breathe” I couldn’t breathe, how could I even think to breathe going up against them. “Y/N you need to breathe” I was going to fail, I was never going to become a hero. They gave an impossible mission, something I couldn’t do. I had nothing, how could I win this. “Y/N” she was yelling in my ear as I sucked in the air but never out.

My head was grabbed and I looked up to see Todoroki on his knees and looking into my eyes “Y/N you need to breathe” he breathed slowly and I tried to copy and then just looked down as I breathed out then in Oxygen flooding my cells.

“I’m going to fail” I looked around, Todoroki and recovery girl were the only ones here, then others I’m sure going to see Miodoriya. “I can’t win, my quirk can’t beat ten Pros” I whimpered, Todoroki now kneeling in front of my crouched figure.

“I believe in you” he whispered and I rose my head, why was he always around when I was a mess. “You can win, your quirk is amazing, you’ve been training and studying for so long. Don’t let a little stress take away your future” he was right. I nodded as I sighed out licking my lips.

“You’ve been watching them, I know you know all their weaknesses” I nodded agreeing “You just need to put them in use. You can do it” I wasn’t sure if she was allowed to encourage me but I appreciate it nonetheless.

I stood up shakily and nodded sternly, I had been a mess these last few weeks. I knew how to win, everyone began to walk in as I narrowed my eyes. I had to be confident, smirking I turned to Recovery Girl “Make sure to have the volume up” she nodded. Minutes ago I was having a panic attack but I took a page from Bakugou, turning anger in power. I had to use everything every ounce of anger I had. I squeezed Todorokis’ hand as I passed and then I was walking off out the door and down the halls.

I waited for my time, I was in the field, they didn’t think it was fair if my area had already been destroyed. Cementoss was useless here, Midnight wouldn’t use her quirk near the others, Erasurehead would try and go for me immediately I had to hide from him. All Might had to be restrained, No. 13 placed in front of someone, Cementoss. Present Mic facing Eraserhead, couldn’t use his quirk. Ectoplasm is occupied with my clones as well as Snipe. I could make more than thirty, I could make a hundred. It was all thoughts. Power loader suspended or occupied and Nezu had to be kept quiet, he is too smart he’d talk to the others.

Once I was in the field the time started, I thought of how my mother reacted when I won the sports festival, her ignoring me for a week then yelling at me every day. I thought about Bakugou not seeing me as a threat, my mother making my life a living hell. I was walking through the forest, they wouldn’t move until they could see me I knew that. Anger was running through me, I was angry I came first in class, I was angry I was the only one doing my test. I was angry at my father for always taking my mothers' side, I was angry at my peers for not standing up for me. I was angry that after this I had to go home, I was angry I was in this god damned position. I was angry at it all. I was so mad. I spread my arms out and then there were about fifty of me. I began to run, I had to run. I had to be faster than everyone. I had to think faster, move faster.

Coming into the field the teachers were stunned. I was hidden from Eraserhead, all of the clones moved in unison, one thought, I couldn’t see Power Loader, underground but he wouldn’t put the teachers in danger. I jumped half of the clones following I was running on an illusion, three thoughts. Midnight couldn’t use her quirk around the teachers, she had to stay with them but she also had her whip which was caught and pulling her through the field.

Then the clones came, I was fast fighting them quickly and easily. Ten thoughts. I was looking everywhere. Though a group of myself was running forward straight at them. “You all have weaknesses” I called out smirking making sure every illusion was talking and having the same expression.

“She is trying to keep us together” Nezu called out and they began to try and run in different directions. My hands came down to the ground sending waves through the Earth and walls around them.

“Do you think you can run that easily” I was running again. I had to keep thinking. Faster, faster. With a swivel of my hands, Nezu had his mouth covered and was suspended in the air. All Might tried to help him, occupied.

“I can’t see the original, she’s hidden” Eraserhead called out and then he moved to try to eliminate my copies, going physical then turning back to permeable. My clones landing hits he could not deflect. Snipe was shooting but the bullets went through the clones.

“I’m not stupid” I screamed and grabbed No. 13 as my original self, her suit opened I moved to create the illusion of Cemetoss falling into her grasp, she screamed loud and deafening. She stopped and panicked as I placed the real one in front of her stopping the illusion. They were pressed to each other covered in mist.

“You may be pretending to be villains but you are still Heroes at heart, isn’t that right” I smirked, Nezu was trying to escape so holding my hand tighter he was constricted with All Might trying to release the mist. I had to stay near the other teachers. Mic and All Might couldn’t use their quirks plus All Might was busy. “Real villains wouldn’t care who they hurt” I could see All Might looking around as I ran at him full force sending a weighted foot into his rib as he went flying. Nezu was left alone as I glared at the creature then running off going invisible to him, this was a lot. Maybe thirty thoughts at once. There was so much going on. I fell to the ground “Hello Mic” I whispered as he screamed. I covered my ears, they said I had to let one teacher see. I let Cementos see my body fall to the ground holding my ears.

“She’s down” and I was quickly up as another shout came bringing my body to the ground. I couldn’t hear. The illusions faulted shaking and stopping for a moment. No this is not how I would lose, my hands dug into the ground to somehow bring my thoughts back, my ears hurt so much.

Bugs, he doesn’t like bugs. My eyes turned and then there was an army of bugs crawling up his body. Physical and going beneath his clothing, they felt real and the scream was real too. Covering my ears again as he tried to get them off him. “It’s just an illusion isn’t it” I whispered and stood to shake my head. Mic was still screaming and I turned the male towards Ectoplasm who in turn went flying to the other side of the field his clones dissipating into the air “You all care far too much” I was so mad, my head hurt, my body hurt. Forty thoughts. “You all thought I couldn’t win” I grit out and let Eraserhead see me for only a moment, not long enough to erase my quirk, I just needed a second. “You have to be faster” I whispered and he sent out his little scarf. All Might was running back over now. I simply distorted and he was crashing into Aizawa as I flipped back onto an illusion. “Power Loader is useless if you’re all in the same place, he wouldn’t risk hurting any of you” I yelled and then Power Loader was coming out of the ground. An illusion of children, his biggest fear. Not being able to save them “Watch out Power Loader, wouldn’t want them to get hurt” then they were falling and he was digging into the ground. Forty-five thoughts.

I could feel Nezu trying to escape, he was persistent but I had a strong grip on him. Cementoss and No. 13 were doing the same I gripped them tighter. “You think you can win that easily” All Might yelled across the field and I jumped into the sky far above them landing in a piece of physical illusion. I was stationed above them my eyes moving wild as I thought of everything. Snipe and Ectoplasm on the other side fighting clones and trying to work together.

“It pissed me off that I was the only one to do a test like this” I could see Cementoss, No. 13, Power Loader and Midnight struggling, Midnight was being held back by vines encircling her. I had forgotten about her but still kept the illusion going. Mic was still trying to get bugs off him still, trying desperately as they crawled over his body. Eraserhead looking around frantically. Nezu still cocooned. All Might was looking around as well, back to back with Eraserhead. Ectoplasm fighting a ton of clones with Snipe. “Bakugou should have got this” I called out and I was falling from the sky my legs covered in weights I came down landing a hard hit on All Mights' shoulders sending him to the ground “Todoroki as well, even Midoriya” I grit out moving to flip out of the scarfs way waving around the place. I was on the opposite side of the exit path. If I ran I could get there. I was flown back by a gust of wind, All Might. I landed harshly pain flaring in my back, landing on the ground and my illusions fell.

“Gotcha” I tried to use them but I looked to Eraserhead who was staring straight at me the rest of the teachers following. No this is not how I would lose. I didn’t know how much time I had left. I was running full speed angry and losing my mind.

“This was an impossible task” I screamed flipping over Cementoss and landing to make No. 13 fall to the floor. I threw myself back my hand landing on the ground as I flipped myself back a few times.

“I can’t predict anything” Nezu yelled as he came to move out of the way as I jumped around. Making sure to always have a teacher between me and another. Then the clones came. I was moving quickly, he had to blink. He had never held it this long since the USJ. I was running out of breath and stamina.

“You can’t predict instinct” I answered and one of the ectoplasm clones hit Mic as I dropped to the ground bending my back and then rolling the side. I was looking around frantically. I tried to push illusions as I wrapped my legs around Snipe sending myself back my hand grabbing the ground and sending him into Ectoplasm. “I never said I didn’t have physical abilities” I had to go faster.

I felt my quirk return, he blinked. I was livid, every single angered thought I had ever had came rushing back. I screamed loud and over the field, as I slammed my hands down on the ground, there were too many thoughts. I continued to scream, the mist taking over my body. I was not going to lose, I was the best. I had to hide from Eraserhead but he would have to put in eyedrops before his next use.

My body covered in the mist as I sent out shock waves sending the Pros back. More clones fighting, I was thinking so fast, copies moving insanely fast as I screamed “I will not lose to you” I felt my hair go over my eyes. “I refuse to lose” I screamed and then I was up and running. Running through them with speed unknown to my body. My legs ached and my head was pounding. I jumped high and sent my hand in a downward motion spiked illusions embedding into the ground “You all thought you could beat the next Number one hero, You’re wrong” I was so angry, throwing my arms out they were all collected and left in the air. So many thoughts “Now” They could all see me, eyes wide and dangling in the air as illusions ran across the field, there were so many “Watch me win” I grit my teeth and I was running off. I was on overload, my thoughts coming like the speed of light, Eraserhead couldn’t erase my quirk if he couldn’t see me. I placed the mist over his eyes. All these thoughts were my ultimate move, a move that no one could beat. I ran to the exit and with my heart racing and body shaking, I let Eraserhead see me as I walked past the threshold and turned back to them all, mist covering my body as they all stared in amazement.

I had won, I let the illusions fall and I swayed, I won, all the power faded and I felt my body ache as I looked to the teachers, I won, I fucking won. My mind was moving so quickly and my eyes rolled back as I fell forward my body giving way. I was falling quickly and then I hit the ground twitching, I had thought too much. Thoughts were running so fast I couldn’t keep up, my body couldn’t keep up with the commands. I felt my hand twitch.

“Y/N” I was hoisted in someones’ arms. My eyes fell open but it was blurry and then we were running at least I think we were I could feel my body lightly bouncing, my arm hung over the side of whoever was holding me. “Y/N” I heard again but I couldn’t move my body. I hurt so much, was I hurting, no. I wasn’t in pain my brain was just moving too quickly for my body to follow.

“Bring her here” I heard. I could still hear, my vision blurred but there were voices. So many voices. “Midnight, knock her out” and within seconds my vision went black and my mind went blank. The sweet bliss of sleep.

I could hear people talking, my head hurt. I couldn’t open my eyes “Is she going to be ok” that sounded like Aizawa. “She’s been out for days” he added. Had I been out for that long? I did feel rested but my head hurt. Thoughts, they came rushing back and I replayed my fight. I had collapsed after it.

“Her brain went into overload and shut down everything but her normal bodily functions. I don’t know how long she’ll be out but from the scans, she’s fine” A doctor maybe, I heard a thank you and then there was movement.

“I knew we shouldn’t have pushed her that far” Midnight? Her voice was soft as I felt someone touch my hand the hand twitching lightly at the contact from another. “She fought so hard” I did, I put my all into it.

“She did” Snipes’ country sounding voice rang through soft and mellow “When Aizawa erased her quirk she didn’t run, she fought. I couldn’t fight against the nine other teachers alone and yet she did with no fear” he sounded proud. Be proud of me, I won. I beat you all, I tried so hard to be the best.

“Her parents refused to come to see her” Aizawa whispered and I heard a sigh come from my other ear. Aizawa on my right, Midnight holding my hand and I think Snipe was in front of me it was hard to gauge without my eyes open. “She’s trying so hard to be the top hero with all this stress. We shouldn’t have done it” I could hear the regret. Don’t regret facing me, I wanted it. I was scared and I panicked but during that fight. I felt alive, I felt like I could take on the world and I did, I won.

“Why would they refuse” I felt a thumb rubbing over my hand slowly, pittily. Don’t pity me, my parents never cared there was no need to be sad. “I can’t imagine not seeing my child if they were like this” I could hear her sniffle.

“They said they were busy” Aizawa answered and Midnights' soft hand gripped my hand tighter, I tried to hold it back. Nothing happened. I tried to open my eyes but I couldn't, I couldn’t even move my lip or finger. I felt my hand twitch a few times but other than that I was still. “I don’t know how she’s coping with that and then school”

“She’s not” was that Bakugou. His voice was deep and I heard the stomps coming into the room. Was Bakugou coming to see me? My heart fluttered and I was glad I wasn’t connected to the heart monitor.

“No she isn’t” If my breathing could catch it would have, it was Todoroki. Had they come to see me? Who else had come to see me over the days, was my class worried about me? Did I do good in their eyes?

“She wasn’t sleeping, she came to Yaoyarozu’s study session of a day then came to Kirishima and my own of night and proceeded to go home and study. We asked her when she had last eaten and she couldn’t remember” Bakugou was outing me to the teachers wasn’t he, though his voice didn’t hold the same vigour it usually did. He sounded, sad.

“Her parents yell at her” Todoroki, why were all my secrets being placed out in front of me like it was nothing. “She got calls at study sessions and it was just her being yelled at. Her mother made her wait for hours after school to pick her up. I sat with her” was this important information that needed to be out in the open.

“And yet she still gets up every day, trains and comes to school on time, takes notes and can get the best grades” I could hear the smile from Aizawa as he laughed lightly and continued “She deserves to be a hero”

My eyes were blinded to the light flooding my eyes, I was crying, again. I cried so much, so many emotions. At the sound of a shaky breath everyone looked to me I was moved into a sitting position as my hands came to my face and I cried. I felt Midnight rub my back as I sobbed into my hands.

“I just want to be a hero” I whimpered and when my head rose I shook my head “I just want people to be proud of me” I wanted to save people, for someone to look at me and tell me I was the reason they were pursuing their goals. I wanted to show the world that even though I have a deceiving quirk I can still be a hero.

“I’m proud of you” I looked up tears streaming down my face as I saw Todoroki nod encouragingly “The whole class is. We were all screaming for you during your match” I listened so intently. I always feared the class didn’t like me. “I’m sure Bakugou is proud of you,” said blonde was elbowed in the ribs. I smiled, wobbly and uneven but smiled.

“Bastard” he grits out and leaned to one side and his head fell to a tilt and huffed crossing his arms “Yeah whatever” he whispered and turned way. I would take what I could get from the angry blonde.

“All the teachers are proud of you” My eyes left my peers and I looked to Aizawa who nodded happily a smile on his features. “I can promise you every single teacher and Pro in Japan is proud of you. Your video has been sent to agencies so they can see what they have to fight for. Something we do during the finals and we would've passed you if you just evaded getting captured but you won fair and square” I was crying again and I felt my shoulders shake as I nodded.

“Thank you” I whispered and looked up at all the people “Thank you all” I nodded and sighed out. Moving my legs as I felt the blood rush down. “I hope I can improve and be the best hero you’ve ever seen” I nodded and all the teachers did too.

I spoke for a while more and the teachers were off “Thanks for saying I deserved to fight them all” Bakugou huffed out and I smiled moving my hand slowly to pat his. He had moved to the side of my bed.

“I meant it” his eyes widened “I’m not kidding, I didn’t think I was going to win. I mean who would but I used your anger tactic and just lit the fuse” I nodded and his face was blank “You were a major factor to my victory” my eyes moved to Todoroki “You too if you didn’t help me calm down. I don't think I would have survived until the end” I nodded. “For that, I thank you both” I nodded.

They both sat with me and Bakugou pulled out food and I couldn’t help the laugh that rang through my hospital room. “Shut up” he yelled and placed the bowl on the hospital table pushing it over my bed.

“Thank you Bakugou” Todoroki moved to sit on the bed as I moved to cross my legs. We continued to talk and we spoke about my fight. Partway through the conversation “You two came together” I asked moving forward to eat some rice.

They turned to each other and I watched Todoroki smile “we were both worried about you, we’ve come for the last few days. Aizawa stayed here for a night and everyone in the class has come at least once” he explained and I nodded smiling.

“I wasn’t worried” Bakugou yelled and I could hear a few pops from his palm, Todoroki and Bakugou began to bicker. Bakugou mostly yelling and Todoroki being his calm and charming self.

“You were the one who asked to stay after visiting hours because you were worried” the blonde flushed and moved his hands around. They looked like a couple if I was honest. My heart did the fluttering thing. I wouldn’t mind dating them.

I paused my mouth open rice hanging in my mouth. What did I just think, no? I thought to all our encounters, I always got happy and my heart sped up. Do I have a crush on not only one boy but two? Two boys who seemed to hate each other. I looked back to them as they argued. They acted like a couple, they did come together. Were they a thing? A secret thing? I had noticed them eating lunch a few times, walking the same way. Sharing notes. Were they together? Oh no, did I have a crush on two gay men? Or were they Bi, Pan, Demi?

“Are you ok Y/N” shaking my head I turned to Todoroki as a hand was placed against my forehead. I flushed “You’re heating up, do I need to get a doctor” his voice was so plain but I had to admit I found it appealing. It was nice and soft to the ear. Something I could easily listen too forever.

“No” I stuttered and shook my head quickly Bakugou raising an eyebrow “I’m fine, I am” I continued and waved my arms around before digging back into the food “The food is good, did you make it,” I asked trying to change the topic.

A cross of his arms and a firm nod he smirked “Of course I made it and it’s good. You liked the spice from the noodles I gave you so I made something similar” I smiled, of course, he was also good at cooking, why wouldn’t he be he was good at everything else.

“You’re cooking is quite good. I like your cold soba” Todoroki nodded and Bakugou rolled his eyes. Bakugou makes food for Todoroki, I didn’t think they hung out but from the look of it, it wasn’t a one-time thing.

“The best soba is hot and spicy not your weird ice cold shit” Bakugou shook his head and then began to retell a recipe with such great detail I followed every single word as we went along, I felt like I was making it. Then pointed out all the negatives of cold soba and positives of hot and spicy soba.

“I still like cold soba” Todoroki shrugged and the blonde huffed turning away. Did they meet up, study or something? Were they friends. I knew Bakugou didn’t like Midoriya and Todoroki and Midoriya are friends so by relation he wouldn’t like Todoroki but it seemed that was false.

“You can like it but it’s still not the best” Bakugou was really in tune with his food, very passionate. I could cook pretty well but from the food he had given me, his technique and skills were well above my own.

“I beg to differ” Todoroki simply stated and then they were talking about something else. Todoroki was about the only person who seemed to be able to hold a normal conversation with the explosive teen.

“I’m glad you two are getting along” they both looked confused as they turned to my body, holding the bowl in one of my hands as the other holding the chopsticks. They looked to each other and then looked back “I mean from the festival, you two seem to be getting along” I smiled and nodded to the two who had blank stares and confused eyes “I’m happy”

They didn’t question it, a few more hours in the hospital, I was allowed out. Help from the boys I was asked to contact a parent to come and pick me up. I held the phone to my ear as I heard the phone call.

“What do you want?” My mother picked up and I could hear she was in the car, the phone clicking over to the new device. I didn’t know how to respond, I didn’t want a fight but I was very lethargic and tired.

“The doctor asked me to call a parent to pick me up from the hospital” I answered and the line went silent. I pulled the phone away from the screen flashing allowing me to know the conversation was still going, I was surprised she hadn’t hung up. I mean she didn’t want to come to visit me from the information I was provided.

“You got yourself into that mess you can get yourself out” and with that, the line dropped. I licked my lips and turned to the doctor who in turn looked to the ground in pity. I locked my phone and placed it in the jumper Bakugou let me borrow.

“Um, I’ll get my way home. I’m ok” I nodded and the doctor left. I looked down and sighed. I saw the boys looking me over as I fluffed the pillow anxiously. “Thanks for the jumper Bakugou. I’ll wash it before giving it back”

“It’s fine, I don’t wear them often. I get too hot” I nodded in understanding, his quirk was sweat based so I couldn’t blame him for getting overheated. I liked it though, it was a lot better than just wearing my hero costume. It was long and much larger than I, fluffy as well. A gauntlet on the back, he said it was a gift from his dad. “We’ll take you home” the words were mumbled but I caught them.

“I’m just fine. My mother is just busy, you know mum’s on a mission. Always out” I breathed out slowly my voice falling “And about” who was I kidding. She didn’t care, she couldn’t care less about me.

“No, we will take you back. I was dropping off Bakugou anyway. My father has someone to drive me around. If I drop you off they get paid more it’s a win-win” Todoroki was good at convincing people efficiently and easily. Natural.

We were out the door and loading into the car. It was fancy, a limo. His dad was the number two hero and strived to show everyone just how important he was. I guess it was a perk but I knew he wasn’t the nicest man ever. I simply sat back and let my mind rest. It was almost an hours drive.

“Don’t you live in a rich area?” Bakugou asked when he told the driver the address, coming to sit back down with Todoroki and I. Crossing my legs on the seat I nodded.

“Kinda, both my parents work in big businesses, they think it's a personality trait” I answered and got a stern nod like he knew what I was talking about. Maybe his parents were the same, maybe not. Maybe he was just good at people and no one knew.

We talked in the car and as I was stepping out I went to take the jumper off, I was home now. I could give it back having only worn it for just over an hour. “Keep it, it’s fine. Dad will be happy someones’ getting use out of it” he was so nice. I thanked them both again as Todoroki helped me get my bags I had brought to school. I waved “I’ll see you both tomorrow” and with that, they were off.

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Chapter 7

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