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twstinginthewind · 2 years

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Dare I ask 🛒 for Joker & Trey?

Emoji prompts here!

🛒 every little moment with you is a sweet adventure, even going to the grocery store, which I hate to bastard death

We're going into the future with this one, folks. Includes parenthood and pregnancy, as a heads-up if that's not your cup of tea.

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"Mommy! Mommy! Wanna stawbebby, mommy!" Ivy waved her chubby arms toward the bright display of berries in the produce department and gave her mother a beaming smile.

Joker yawned, then smiled briefly at her daughter. "They are on the list, little cookie. Don't worry, you'll have your strawberries." She pushed the cart ahead of her, scanning the crowded store for some sign of her husband. She had insisted she was fine to walk through the parking lot from the car, but he had insisted that he spoil her just a little while she was so far along, and dropped her and Ivy off by the door. Trey was certainly sweet, but she wished he'd hurry up and get back to them.

"Wanna stawbebby!!", the toddler insisted. She stretched out towards the cartons and made a keening noise.

"All right, all right." Joker wheeled the shopping cart closer to the display, but had to pause for a moment to let a little old lady pass in front of them. Ivy whined, making grabby hands towards the little red fruits. "We'll get there, Ivy. Be patient. Now, where is your Daddy?"

Mentioning her father made the little girl perk up. "Daddy here?" She twisted around in her seat, green curly pigtails bobbing as she moved. "No see. Where?"

"That's what I'm wondering, lil' one." Joker let a hand rest on her belly. She hadn’t slept well the night before from all the kicks fluttering inside of her, but she at least wanted to keep getting normal chores done for as long as she could. Pregnant or not, she could at least handle shopping. No matter how annoying it was. The path ahead clear, she rolled the cart forward. “Here we go, Ivy. Let’s get strawberries!”

“Stawbebby!” Ivy shouted happily, eyes gleaming. “Lotsa stawbebby?”

“Yes, lots.” Joker handed Ivy one package, then started to move a few others into the cart. “Your uncle Riddle is coming to visit this weekend, and Daddy wanted to make him his favorite strawberry tart.”

“Ivy fav’rit.”

“You too? By the seven, it seems like everyone likes that one.”

Ivy hugged the container of fruit to her chest, making Joker cringe. Good thing the little one was wearing red today. As she anticipated another rough laundry day, a gentle voice came from behind her. “Careful, sugar cookie. You’ll squish those pretty berries.”

“Daddy!!” Ivy released the container of fruit, but before it could fall a long-fingered, graceful hand reached past Joker to catch it.

“There you are!” Joker smiled at her husband as he stepped forward to move the berries to the back of the cart. “I was starting to get worried.”

“I’m sorry, Jo. The parking situation out there was a madhouse.” Trey gently booped Ivy’s nose, making her giggle, and stroked Joker’s hair. “You’d think they were giving away free stuff today, it’s so mobbed.”

“Good thing we only have a short list.” Joker exhaled, and pulled a slip of paper from the pocket of her sweater. “Just supplies for Riddle’s visit, and a few other things I took the liberty of jotting down…”

Trey raised an eyebrow. “What are these other things?”

“Just… you know. Stuff.” She shifted her weight slightly to face him, her protruding bump grazing against his hip. “Nothing that weird.”

"Cravings?"

"Yeah."

"May I see?"

Joker nodded and handed Trey the list.

He looked it over and stifled a snort. “Seriously?”

Joker turned up her nose. “Apparently this is what your baby wants, Mister Clover.”

“Well, Mrs. Clover. Who am I to deny that little one…” Trey adjusted his glasses and looked back at the paper. “... olive loaf, garlic pickles, pumpernickel bread, and spray cheese?”

“Puckernikle!!” parroted Ivy excitedly.

“See? Management approves,” Joker laughed. Trey gave her a warm smile, and for a moment, she was able to forget about the crowd around them, the squeaky-wheeled cart, her sore feet, and the pressure of their friend’s upcoming visit. Joker winked at him. “I suppose you can get yourself a treat, too, if you feel the need.”

“Wanna treat!” Ivy bounced in her seat in the cart. Trey laughed and took hold of the cart handle.

“You can have one too, Ivy," Trey said. "As for me, I think I have all the treats I can handle.” He locked eyes with his wife, raising his eyebrow again. “Let’s wrap this up so we can get out of here.”

“I would love to. I think I need to get my feet up.”

“You’ve earned your rest time, Cupcake. You sure you don’t want to sit down a bit while Ivy and I take care of the rest?”

“I think I’d rather stay with you two. This place is no fun without you.” Joker smiled up at Trey, and moved in close to him. She closed her eyes, parted her lips, and….

“Mommy, kiss Daddy? Kiss Ivy too!”

Joker opened her eyes again, and she and Trey both laughed. She stood on tiptoes to give him a peck on the cheek, then did the same for their daughter, making her break out into giggles. “There, my loves. Now, let’s go get the rest of the list! That olive loaf isn’t about to get any loafier!”

#trey clover #twisted wonderland oc #joker carder #ivy clover #domestic fluff #joker 🧡 trey #story

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violetrose-art · 2 years

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Mr. Crocker: You're live on Crock Talk.

Mr. Turner: Help, Mister Crock Talk! There's a monster trying to snag my sandwich!

Mr. Crocker: Really?! Describe it!

Mr. Turner: It's bologna and Swiss on pumpernickel.

Mr. Crocker: Not the sandwich, you moron! The monster!

Mr. Turner: Uh, he looks like a cross between an ugly dog and a hairless kangaroo. Oh! And he's sucking on a goat.

Mr. Crocker: That's a Chupacabra, the legendary Mexican goat sucker! What a scoop!

#The Fairly Odd Parents #Mr Turner #Mr Crocker #Crock Talk #Chupacabra

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leapyearkisses · 3 years

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For the director's cut: Could you do Nice Work If You Can Get It? (Eliseo/Padgett)

That fic... Changed me. I'll never forget it TBH.

Yes, I'd be happy to! This one was really fun to write, and it was the beginning of two OCs I am very fond of now (and who I am happy to know made an impression on quite a few people!).

(If anyone enjoys this director's cut thing and wants to see one for another of my stories, ask away. I had a lot of fun!)

Commentary in bold below the cut! NSFW, mess, deliberately sneezing on people, m/m

This story started from a prompt about one character hiring someone to get them sick. An intriguing idea!! But it was one I actually struggled with finding a groove for when I started out. I actually started a few different scenarios with different character dynamics before I figured this one out. I have a 2600-word WIP of a different version of this in my "unfinished" folder.

"All right... close your eyes." Eliseo swallowed and did so, blocking out his bedroom, the red-gold sunset light pouring in from the windows, and Padgett, who was straddling his hips. He could still hear, quite easily, the other man's labored breathing and feel the heat of his thighs... and his crotch. Eliseo was under no illusion that he was in an incredibly compromising position at the moment. He hadn't thought much about the.. particulars when he'd first decided to strike this deal. "Are we really doing this?" he asked, voice weak.

I can't really write fetish porn without including actual porn lol, so from the beginning it was sexy even without the snz. In this version, the POV character is Eliseo, who is the "naive" character in a way. I pretty much write pairs where one character has the fetish and their partner does not but is indulgent. The one with the fetish is usually embarrassed about it or somehow naively realizing they like this weird-ass thing. Padgett laughed, voice tumbled and edging on hoarse. "Hey now. Not getting cold feet are we, my lord?" His exhale ghosted over Eliseo's forehead and his tousled black hair touched Eliseo's cheek.

Padgett is the confident character, and he brought the humor to this scenario! Eliseo cleared his throat. "No..." He could imagine the other man's smug look. They'd known each other long enough now that the image rose unbidden to his mind's eye. Padgett's eyes always glittered like opals when he was scheming something. Padgett surprised him with a tender touch on the shoulder, and he almost opened his eyes again. "The safe word is 'pumpernickel,'" he said, managing not to chuckle. "We can stop whenever you want... Hhk-" He fought off a gasp. "Decide hh quickly, though." Eliseo shivered. "I'm okay. Let's do it." He didn't want to admit it, but Padgett's reassurance did put him at ease, even if this had been his idea. He relaxed and tried to lose himself in the late afternoon heat. "Yehh-s, my lord." Padgett leaned forward and took a shaky breath. It stuttered and caught on invisible hooks, sounding at once to be full of potential and then gone again, like a ghost at the window. Eliseo could feel his body tightening again with anticipation, especially when Padgett gasped and leaned back. "Hh-... hah--

"A ghost in the window" eehhh this is kind of overworked. I like to write descriptively even when it isn't necessary. "Huh-ktschht!" A warm rush of air burst in Eliseo's face, almost immediately followed by a watery spray over his forehead, closed eyes, and nose. His instant reaction was to curl back, or try to, and he had his hands braced on Padgett's chest before he could think about it.

I had never written anything quite this scandalous as it were. There hadn't been a lot of snzfic I had read where there was direct, purposeful contagion like this or quite so much mess description directly on the skin, the face even. So I was sweating while writing this lol. "Hey now," said Padgett, delayed by a sniffle. His tone was light. "Easy. You specified this in the contract, remember?" He rested his hands lightly on Eliseo's wrists. "How are you feeling about it?"

CONSENT IS THE SEXIEST THING. We get this instinctual edge of revulsion from Eliseo because he has not acknowledged to himself that he likes snz yet and also he has never allowed anyone to do this to him before because why would anyone do this? Eliseo found he was holding his breath, but- Well, that would defeat the purpose of this exercise. He cautiously let it go and then opened his eyes. Padgett was gazing down at him, looking neither smug nor concerned, just curious. "I- this was on instinct," Eliseo murmured. After a beat, he lowered his hands, and Padgett let him go easily. "Yes, I imagine so. It's natural." Padgett smiled then, and then his expression crinkled. "Wh- hh- want to do it again? Hkt-- hhh..." Eliseo forced himself to surrender again to his pillows. "Yes." Again, he closed his eyes. Padgett shifted forward on his lap and oh- but then he was sneezing one more. "Huh- hktsschit!" Again, the spray. This time it dusted over Eliseo's nose and mouth. He fought to keep from thinning his lips and... took a deeper breath. Padgett hadn't moved, was still fighting with his own lungs, reeling in another insistent sneeze like a stubborn trout. "Huh- hh... hh hh huh-" He made an annoyed sound. "Hah-- hah-krttschtts!" Eliseo felt droplets of saliva decorate his cheekbone. Padgett sniffled thickly.

I think artists often point out how funny it is that when they're drawing they mimic the face of the character. I do this with sneeze sounds (IF I'M ALONE). I tend to like softer sounds for my characters, so a lot of sibilance creeps in. "...Bless you," Eliseo murmured. He was feeling hot. Maybe it was Padgett on top of him. The man was running a fever. "You are... doing the job admirably." That earned him a laugh. Padgett shifted his weight to his heels, which did interesting things to his cock's relation to Eliseo's own. "Thanks, I guess? I never would have thought anyone would be hiring for this, much less you." "Circumstances are dire," Eliseo intoned without a hint of irony.

Eliseo is a card. I love him. Of the two of them he is much more my preferred "type." He is similar to my mage character Llewellyn but less fussy. "Mmhm." Padgett sniffled again. "You must really hate weddings. Couldn't you have just gone on a hunt or something this weekend instead?" Eliseo sighed. "No. My sister would do anything to ruin my plans if I tried to avoid the party any normal way. But luckily, she's terrified of germs. I think a miserable head cold will be the ticket." Like hell he wanted to sit through another of his sister's weddings. Every time it was some new, world-changing drama. He wasn't even sure whether the groom this time was noble born. No doubt the reception gossip would be scathing. What absolute drivel.

There's a little "my lord" up there before, but this is kind of where the setting is characterized - Eliseo is a noble and this is a time and place where nobility matters. However, it's also anachronistic, because germ theory is a thing. They're kind of in a pseudo Regency/Victorian world where I just write whatever feels like the most fun. "Lucky also that you have me around, hm?" Padgett's next chuckle turned into a bit of a cough. Eliseo patted his knee awkwardly. "I- well, yes. Very. But believe me when I say that I would not wish for you to be so stricken if I had the power to stop it."

People with shitty immune systems are my jam. Even if it's really unlikely, I love it. Sometimes especially if it's unlikely. Like mister high elf Llewellyn, or if they're a god or angel or something. Or in a world where if you had that bad of an immune system you probably would have died of diphtheria or pneumonia by now. "Of course, my lord." Padgett rubbed his nose. And though his breath hitched a few times in the following moments, he stayed where he was. Eliseo blinked. "Are we...?" Done? He didn't really think the exposure had been long enough. "I am ready." Padgett blushed a little. Blushed? "Sorry," he said. "I can kind of feel that, uh, the uh, next ones are going to be kind of... wet. I could blow my nose." His voice trailed off, wavering again. His nostrils twitched, and Eliseo did see within the promise of moisture. Perhaps it was the taboo of it, but Eliseo was alerted instantly to a sudden thickening of his cock. It pressed at his trousers with some gusto as Padgett sniffled again. Eliseo swallowed. "No. No, this is good. This will... help."

After consent, MESS is the sexiest thing. That's just how it goes. I don't make the rules. Padgett gave him a considering look, at least as well as he could between soft gasps and squinting against the itch in his nose. "If you're sure, my lord." "Just- call me Eli, like you used to," said Eliseo, stumbling over the words. He wasn't sure where they had come from, but now they were bare between them. Still, perhaps a bit of affection wasn't so odd compared to what they were already doing. Eliseo closed his eyes on Padgett's startled look.

I wasn't sure where this came from either. But suddenly they were in love and I was cool with it. Eli btw is pronounced like the name (Ee-lye) but Eliseo is pronounced Ell-ee-zay-oh in my mind. It's of Latin origin and means "God is my salvation" according to that authority Babynames.com lol. Padgett means "attendant" so that was chosen partially because he's Eliseo's employee but also because Padgett is just a SUPER English-sounding name. I really enjoy looking up name meanings and representing different traditions in my characters. I tried to give Eliseo's family members Latin names, too, although they're not mentioned here. "Eli," Padgett said, and he sounded like he'd just come home from a long war to find the hearth kept warm for him. "I will." He leaned forward again, bracing himself. "Now, I'm going to- to hih-- to snhhsneeze, hah-- haktschtsch! Hrh- Hnkgstschhiu! More spray this time, more wetness, and Eliseo gasped himself when he felt a thick drip against his chin. Padgett hadn't moved. When Eliseo tentatively looked up, he saw his friend caught in a limbo of urgency. His green eyes were shut, eyelashes fluttering. His nostrils, gently pink now, flared. A clear trail hung from one of them, quivering as Padgett panted. He looked wild and fever bright and teetering on a precipice. Eliseo ignored what it might mean that Padgett's desperate expression, his wet nose - even the mess - suddenly went to his cock. He was hard, looking up at a portrait of a sneeze.

Sometimes you just have to stop writing for a second and drink some cold water or something. Carefully, he placed a hand on Padgett's thigh. "It's okay," he said, words coming of their own accord. "I've got you." Padgett's fingers tightened fitfully in the sheet as he shifted his weight again. He was making soft, irritated noises. His nostrils flared and Eliseo saw another drip lying in wait on the cusp.

Fingers tightening fitfully in a sheet is a thing I love to describe. If you binge-read everything I've written, you will find that I write snz and sex in a very particular way over and over. Because that's what I like! And I'm super glad readers like it as well! But I can basically only find the motivation to write what I enjoy (when I write at all... .__.), which is why I only write m/m or nb characters and such. When the urge became too much, it was like watching a wave finally crash down. Padgett's breath caught; he tensed and leaned back. Eliseo hurriedly closed his eyes again, and none too soon. "Hhhhrektschuckh!" He felt the mess streak his face, fly to spatter his mouth and nose and chin. Padgett moaned and then gasped again, chest swelling with air.

SCANDALOUS "Hah- Huhrttschuh! Hshtt! Hah- hsshtt!" Again, he teetered, teasing the air with shivering gasps. Then, he abruptly folded with a crush of vowels and congestion. "Hggtschiucht!" A baptism, pondered Eliseo's brain as it detached from reality momentarily. Pinned as he was to the bed by Padgett's sex, he couldn't move when he felt himself coming just as abruptly as the sneeze. Somehow the slick wash had become a mounting sense of urgency in each of his muscles, racing from his fingertips and toes to his abdomen, where, quite unbidden, his cock had tugged all that energy into a gut-wrenching orgasm that sent the shockwaves back out with renewed vigor. Padgett whined, and Eliseo took him firmly by the shoulders and drew him in for a messy, off-putting, contagious, blindingly good kiss. "Wow," said Padgett, when they finally broke for air.

Wow, lol. I have a great imagination. I wish I could make myself write more often. "Don't ask me why," Eliseo muttered, but he refused to be made a fool of by embarrassment. "C- come here." He shifted to sit up further and put his hands on Padgett's hips. "I want-" He wanted. "This. Yes?" Before he could stop himself, he swept his tongue over Padgett's mouth, under his nose, to rest at the edge of a nostril. He tasted salt. It was not entirely pleasant, but whatever pilot was captaining his body right now didn't care. He could still feel his cock pulsing against his trousers.

Also the first time I wrote anything like this, but Eliseo was like go big or go home, so. Padgett moaned. "It feels... odd. But, my lord, you can do what you- I mean, Eli." He was breathless for different reasons now. Eliseo laved the tender skin above Padgett's lips, then licked up his septum. When Padgett shivered, Eliseo kissed him again. Slowly, he cleaned away the mess from Padgett's face. When he was finished, neither of them knew what to say. Eliseo was hard again.

Huahaha Eliseo can have an unrealistic refractory period. I don't really give a shit how accurate this stuff is when it would get in the way of the enjoyment. Not to the point where people are just going in without lube or something crazy like that, but being willing and able to go again is just sexy, so that's fine. Finally, Padgett laughed shyly. "I think you'll be catching your cold, Eli." Eliseo blushed and shrugged. "I should hope so. I am-" He bit his lip. "I'm not ready to stop. Will you stay the night? I'll look after you." Padgett kissed him, tenderly drawing them together. "I would like that, very much."

And then they DEFINITELY banged. I hadn't conceptualized their specific history together at this point, but Eliseo and Padgett were FWB while younger, so the "surprise" at meeting again like this in a sexy fashion is more like "Oh, are we doing this now, as adults with drastically different social standing?" and less "Hey, are you into me??"

I got more than one request to write the direct sequel to this, but I dunno. I usually prefer one character in the pair to be the one who is sneezing, and writing Eliseo sick isn't as fun. Partially because I'm much, MUCH more interested in the shy/embarrassed/"voyeur" dynamic, so someone who gets off on their own sneezes really does nothing for me. I do have a WIP of Eliseo sick that is a direct sequel to Carriage Shenanigans, but I have no idea if it will ever get finished.

Thanks so much for the request for this very fun exercise!

#lyk writes #snz #eliseo jorvald #padgett foxborough #elipadge #director's cut commentary exercise

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chrysopeony · 3 years

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Some friend attacks >:3! Kevin and all iterations along with Quincy belongs to my wonderful friends Kevin and @whimsicaldraws respectively, Mister Pumpernickel, Pavolva and Eliot belong to the delightful @lulu-draws-stuff , and River and Cody belong to the rad @a-small-raven

#artfight 2021 #other's ocs #rowlet #apologies lulu we're mutuals I consider us friends!!#fursonas #pokemon oc #Pavlova my beloved #accessible art

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ceilingfan5 · 4 years

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ok this is absolutely bonkers but hear me out: Taako invites everyone from Refuge to the taakitz wedding because of course. Cassidy hears from Ren that Taako and Kravitz both really love cats. She brings them a fully grown actual real live possum as a wedding gift. Taako fucking LOVES it and Kravitz is apprehensive at first but the furry little thing quickly grows on him.

*disclaimer--possums are not pets and should only be taken care of by wildlife rehab experts*

but LISTEN

taako fucking loves it. he can’t decide on a name. cheese snak. pumpernickel. mister pibbins. Wendy. he spends a lot of time just throwing names out and shutting down kravitzs ideas-- “no kravitz i am not naming TWO animals beelzebub and beelzebub two is just right out”

kravitz is so nervous but then he feeds her some grapes and he has a religious experience. oh my god, he says. shes eating them.

yeah krav what did you expect

i dont know , he says, but shes eating the grapes and im going to protect her forever

the cats are skeptical at first but they all like to snuggle and maybe shes a funny looking cat but she can hang

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cbspams · 3 years

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Hwasa: 10 & 53 for Mr BC

10. Do I have a crush?

BC. Haha wow I’ve never been called mister before. Anyways I don’t but it seems as though this body might. It’s a bit premature for me to be crushing isn’t it?

53. What is my favorite word?

BC. Hmmm, I think right now maybe pumpernickel. It’s a fun word to say

[ Ask us questions! ]

#valentine event #desired: BC #anons #b0nniexclyde

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wallaceetherson · 4 years

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The Junkyard Cats

Miss Adelaide

Mister Mistoffelees

Cosmo Brown

Sir Avocado Pumpernickel

Barnaby Tucker

Audrey III

#all the cats Wallace has found and named so far at the junkyard

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lulu-draws-stuff · 1 year

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Guess who's in another oc competition?

Make sure to vote for Mister Pumpernickel in the @original-character-championship!! I mean, come on. just look at him

#doodles #ocs #mister pumpernickel #original character championship #I remembered how to draw him lol #just in time too #art

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lulubeanie · 1 year

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#ocs #ocs battle #mister pumpernickel #lee

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rantingwriter · 6 years

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Scenario where the Uncrowned Kings come home to find their kid(s) and s/o created a pillow fort

(Tried to keep them the same length, but I got carried away with the last one. Oh well, enjoy!)

Teppei: Friday, the start of the weekend and a much needed break for old iron heart. His boss was even nice enough to let him go home early. His smile shines bright as he drives straight home and pushes open the front door. “Honey? Kids? I’m home!” He hears the cheers of his little ones and before he can blink they are attached to his legs.

“How was work?” You smile and press a loving kiss to his lips.

“Tiring, but I’m home now.” He sets his bag on the ground near the shoe wrack and picks up both kids. “And what have you three been up to?”

“We made a secret base!” His son proclaims proudly, his little girl smacking him in the arm.

“It’s not a secret anymore!” The two try to wrestle each other, but to no avail as Teppei keeps the two apart.

“Am I not allowed in the secret base?” He playfully pouts, his daughter quick to throw her arms around his neck.

“You can daddy, you just need the password!”

“It’s pumpernickel,” his son whispers into his ear.

“My idea,” you smile and direct the way to the ‘secret base’ which is a well made pillow fort. He sets the little tykes down and watches them crawl in to grant him access.

“Password?” They ask in unison and he plays along with them.

“Pumpernickel,” you giggle and repeat the word, the two of you crawl your way in. Well, more accurately you crawl in, he has to keep his legs out to lay comfortably in the slightly cramped fort. “Looks great, very soft,” the children giggle and start to talk at the same time about different things. Oh yeah, this is going to be a lovely break from the daily grind.

Kotaro: He nearly face-plants on the floor as he finally enters the house. It’s weird for him to feel this exhausted, but training really wore him out today. He didn’t even have the energy to voice he is home. He trudges into the living room, to find a pile of pillows in the middle of the room. His curiosity gets the better of him as he crouches near the plush palace. “Anyone home?”

“Dad!” A little hand shoots out between two pillows, he pokes it and makes the source giggle. “Hold on I’ll let you in, but shhh mom is napping.” A single cushion falls and he crawls in to the small fort. Sure enough you are on your side fast asleep. “Mama helped, but I did most of the building.” The small child puffs his chest out in pride.

“Looks awesome, how about we have a little treat?” The small boy grins and carefully climbs out of the little structure. “Go ahead and pull the you-know-what out of the fridge.” The mini him runs off to pull the secret tub of ice cream from the freezer. It gives Kotaro a chance to press a warm kiss to your forehead. “He wore you out today, huh?”

“Yep, but it’s fine.” You crack an eye open and smirk at your husband. “Now, what is this treat you two mentioned?” He sweatdrops and lets loose a breathy chuckle.

“Come on, you were going to find it sooner or later.” He helps you out of the pile and walks into the kitchen to find your son stuffing his face with the frozen treat already.

“That’s why he gets so hyper when I’m not around.” You lightly elbow the man next to you.

“Would you like some?” He pulls two spoons, and you gladly take the second one. The three of you enjoying the sweet treat, while the young boy babbles on and on about his day.

Reo: The first thought in his head as he looks over the pile is ‘oh dear, what a mess’. He couldn’t find any rhyme or reason to the structure and he couldn’t find you or his daughter either. “I guess I better clean this up…”

“No!” A familiar shriek of protest hits the tall mans ears. A mischievous grin creeps up onto his face.

“Since no one is here to stop me, I better start tearing this little fort down.” He pulls one pillow off the top, his daughter quick to stick her head through the opening it created.

“I said no daddy!” She pouts as he snickers.

“Sorry Princess, I couldn’t resist playing the big, bad wolf.” He winks at her, the reference to her favorite bed time story is all it takes to change her tune.

“You aren’t doing it right, you have to huff and puff and blow the house down!”

“Oh? So, I huff…” he breaths in, “and puff,” his chest puffs out. “And blow the house down!” He pushes it over and exhales at the same time.

“Hey!” You grunt as your daughter and her pillow fort falls full force onto you.

“Oops, sorry dear…” Reo cringes as you sit up in the middle of the wreckage.

“You are going to rebuild this,” you give your husband a small smirk. “It’s only fair Mr. Big Bad Wolf,” your daughter giggles gleefully at the continued reference to the age old story.

“Up daddy up!” She holds her arms up and Reo obliges without a word. He holds the little girl up in the air, while you rise from the decimated fort.

“If you two aren’t going to rebuild it, you are going to clean it up.” You poke his side and head into the kitchen for a drink.

“Yes, dear.” He sets the little one down and she instantly picks up the cushions to set her little fort back up. A little mess of pillows is well worth the bright smile she wears.

Nebuya: He knew the moment he stepped over the threshold, something was amiss. Three children has made him wary of silences, they are his kids after all they are naturally loud. He keeps his eyes peeled for traps and/or a mess that requires a great deal to clean. Instead he spots a massive, seriously massive, stack of pillows and cushions. Probably every pillow in the house if it has reached this size. “Oh? Sweetie, you are home early.” He turns to find you with a tray of snacks and water bottles.

“What is that?” He points to the carefully, constructed pile.

“The kids worked together to make a little fort, I didn’t have to help them at all.” You are rather proud of the results, “I was just grabbing them a little nourishment.” You approach the fort and click your tongue in a rhythmic fashion.

“Proceed!” Three voices answer in near unison. A blanket pulled back for you to crawl inside. “Cookies!” Nebuya crouches down and revels the rather large interior. “Dad, come on in! It’s suppose to be boys only, but mom has the secret code.” You roll your eyes as you sip your water.

“You boys made this?” He is still trying to wrap his head around the fact they are not destroying something.

“Yup, my idea, those two did the floor and walls, I made the ceiling.” Your oldest proudly proclaims. The other two simply nod along, too busy with their cookies to protest their brothers story.

“Good job,” Your husband chills in the doorway to avoid knocking his broad, physique into something. You smile and keep the fact you recommended the activity to yourself. The sight of the three working together on something creative is enough for you.

“Now, time to wreck it!” The three suddenly cheer, your face falling in an instant as they kick the walls down.

“That’s my boys,” Nebuya sighs as he pulls you out of the tumbling fortress.

Hanamiya: He felt unusually grumpy today, maybe it was all the bullcrap at work, or the traffic that hindered his trek home. Whatever the reason, he was not in the mood to see the giant pile of cushions in the living room. “Alright, now lace the blanket through.” Your voice invades his ears as you direct his twin boys through the process of making a door. The giggles of his little girl fill the air around your instructions.

“What the hell is all this?” You flinch at the tone he used, a small presence of venom in the question instantly sets you on edge. He is scary when he is mad.

“H-Hi Sweetie…” You stand slowly as your children peer out of the half made fort. “How was work?”

“Awful,” his curt answer only strengthens the nervous feeling in your gut. He looks like he did back in high school when things didn’t go his way. He mellowed out back in college, but he still had those days where his harsh attitude prevailed over his usual calm. He never gets violent, but you hate it when he yells in front of the kids. Venting his frustrations mostly, his filter completely off when he does. He has never yelled at the kids, unless they needed a good scolding, and he always checks with you first to ensure he isn’t overreacting.

“Dada, ford?” Your daughter toddles over to the grumpy man and stumbles on her own shaky feet. Her tiny hands catch on his slacks and you can’t stop the gasp that leaves your throat. He glares at the toddler and roughly picks her up, her fingers in her mouth as she stares into his smoldering gaze. His features quickly melt into a tired smile as he brings the small girl to his chest. He can’t stay mad, especially when his kids are in the equation.

“Sure, I’ll help with the fort,” you hear the twins quietly cheer behind you as the fear slowly leaves your body. He sets the little one down and watches her crawl back into the fort in progress.

“I’m going to talk to dad for a minute, we’ll be right back.” The twins simply nod and continue their work while their sister watches. You pull your husband into the kitchen, just out of earshot of the kids. “You alright?” He nods and pulls you in for a firm hug, his body leaning a great deal onto you for support.

“Long day…” You rub his back and sigh in relief that he is back to normal. “I’m not cleaning that pile up though.” You chuckle and pull back enough to look at him.

“I know, mister grumpy pants,” he grunts as you snicker. “Just relax, I got it all under control.”

“Good…sorry about earlier…” he mumbles his apology, knowing full well he shouldn’t have snapped at you. You stand on your toes and give him a quick peck on the cheek.

“It’s alright, no harm done.” He scoffs and releases you from his embrace.

“Please, you were scared sh-” You smack the top of his head with a wooden spoon. His attitude stowed instantly, with another apology.

“Come on mom/dad!” The twins call for both of you to return and he can’t help the small smile, tugging at his lips.

“Can’t keep them waiting…mister grumpy pants.” He chases you into the living room and half tackles you into the fort. Successfully destroying the entrance, they just finished.

“Ugh, daaaaad,” the twins groan while small hands grab at your face.

“I’ll fix it,” he sits up with one arm around your waist, muttering into your ear as you pick up your daughter. “We’ll continue this later,” he nips your ear playfully. His mood ten times better than it was minutes ago. Nothing like a little family time to turn that frown upside down.

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