#Dress Chubby Lady Drawing

[spiderlyla]

miguel o'hara with a chubby s/o headcanons!

oh, you know that man would love every single part of you. and he'd make sure you know that very well.

he'd never stop touching you. never stop laying his hands on you. when you're out? his hands would always be around you, pulling you close to him at all times.

when you're home watching a movie together? his hands are always on your thighs, squeezing and idly drawing patterns with his fingertips.

some store clerks give you a hard time whenever you're out shopping, and when you tell him, he gets so furious he insists he comes with you the next time you go shopping.

and that he does.

he's by your side when you're picking clothes, choosing a few items he thought you'd look good in and asking you to try them out. he wouldn't take no for an answer, so you head to the changing room.

a store clerk walks up to you after checking how many items you have on you, throwing in a backhanded comment about how 'there are only certain sizes that these dresses fit, maybe try online to find something that's suitable for you.'

you hesitate, and step out to see miguel standing right outside, waiting for you to call him in incase you needed his opinion, and when he sees your worried expression, he frowns.

"What's wrong, muñeca?" He asks, and you just mumble that you should go home. His brows furrowed, and he doesn't let you pass, insisting to know what's wrong. "The lady inside said I should just shop online and not waste time, since these are probably.."

he wouldn't let you finish the sentence, and led you inside himself. "Go on, amor, while I have a chat with..." His eyes scan her nametag, and he smiles at you ever so sweetly, "...Dina here."

You raise your brows at him, but shrug and go into one of the changing rooms. You could hear a hushed conversation between them outside but you couldn't for the life of you figure out what they were saying. After a few minutes, he knocks on your door and you open up wearing one of the dresses he'd chosen. "Oh, you look gorgeous, muñeca. Dame una vuelta." He doesn't look too bothered, even twirling you himself and showering you with compliments like he always would, but when you step out, the store clerk is standing off the side, unable to even meet your gaze when you give her the number of items card back. [Give me a twirl.]

you'd ask what he told her, but he'd grin playfully at you while giving the cashier his credit card mindlessly, only saying something along the lines of. "I told her to have some morals, that's all."

Miguel would also give you reassurance whenever you might need it, but that doesn't happen often, because he makes it clear that he loves everything about you, you're more than enough for him.

[daisydaisybilly]

How about a request where Anthony is head over heels for the reader because of her motherly nature. First, he sees how she would play with Daphne’s son, and he just feels how great it’s like to be taken care of (like the reader would take care of him when he’s sick and help him with all the family duties) since all this time he took care of his siblings. The Bridgertons (and Simon) sees how in love Anthony is with the reader and they help with the proposal plan.

falling for ya | a.b

pairing: anthony bridgerton x gn!reader

warnings: none just fluff

word count: 1.2k

a/n: this has took me an embarrassing amount of time to get to but here it is! Anthony being an idiot in love

The season was over and you had been invited to the Bridgerton country home, Aubrey Hall. At this time in the year it was just the family and close friends. Eloise had invited her close friend, Penelope Featherington. Your invite had come from Benedict, you had met him at the Royal Academy of Art and became fast friends.

Of course you knew that his and your own families wished for an offer, your own mama was sure you’d come home with such news but it wouldn’t happen. He was a friend and nothing more. Besides, you were in love with his older brother.

Over the course of your friendship, you had also grown closer to the other Brigerton siblings, and their own children.

Small giggled laugher followed you, as you ran across the lawn, you turned seeing two small Bassett children running after you on small chubby legs, both holding small play swords. “You’ll never catch me” You declared, waving your own sword in the air.

The laughing increased, as they hit back.

You gave a cry of dismay and carried on running, over by the house, under the refreshment tent, the older siblings sat, the children were off begging Violet for something sweet.

“They’re quite good with them, don't you think?” Daphne asked the others, Simon gave an agreeable nod. Benedict and Colin were too busy in an argument over something unimportant, Eloise and Penelope were discussing the latest Lady Whistledown. 

Anthony though was watching with alarming personal interest, he had never seen you in this light before, you were Benedict’s art friend. Always off with him painting or looking at paintings or discussing paintings. 

Then he saw himself as a young boy, playing with his siblings when he carried the weight of everything on him. He had never blamed them for that, he loved his family with all his heart. But he couldn’t deny how he’d like to be taken care of for once. 

For the first time, he longed to fall ill, nothing series of course, just a head cold or something like that. Where you would sit by his bedside, reading to him and holding a cold cloth to his head. Maybe you’d sit by his bed and draw. 

Just this morning, very early in the morning, he had left the house to have a walk through the gardens and had found you sitting on the wet grass, in your dressing gown and slippers. Coloured pencil spread across the ground around you, on your lap the most beautiful sunrise he had ever seen. 

Anthony felt a blush spread across his neck. 

The day he had first met you, you had been a bundle of nerves. Meeting his family had been the easy part but the head of the household, meant moving up. He had made some comment or joke over dinner and  you laughed and laughed. 

And then there was that time, he had run into you in the park. 

With a cousin, the second you spotted him you beelined for him, leaving your poor cousin to tail behind.

Then at the last ball of the season, his mother had made him dance with you, he believed your mother did the same to you. The whole dance you played a game where he and you would guess what the other couples were discussing and the way you smiled when you had made him laugh.

By god he loved you, he, Anthony Bridgerton, he who swore he’d never love, had fallen in love with you. 

“I give in, I give in” you exhaled, dropping the sword, the children giggled, you picked up a glass of lemonade, “God they can run fast on those little legs”.

The others laughed, Simon seemed to straighten his back with pride, Daphne was looking at Anthony smirking. Someone at the house called your name, “Dear, a letter for you has just arrived”

“It will be from my mama” you roll your eyes, “Better hurry and write something back”. You left the group and thanked Violet. 

The second you had entered the house, Daphne grabbed her brother so fast he jumped, “You’re in love with them, aren’t you! I knew it”.

Anthony blushed harder, failing to speak, Colin and Benedict looked uninterested. Then Anthony realised he was the last to know. Each one of his siblings knew and  just didn’t care enough to tell him. 

After afternoon tea you had found the most puzzling note, attached to your door. Asking you to meet someone in the gardens. 

Across the grass was a blanket and two drawing pads, “Hello?” you called out. As you walked closer you found Anthony waiting, “Anthony?” you asked, kneeling to sit beside him, “What is this?”.

He smiled, handing you a pad and some pencils, “Let’s call it a private art lesson”.

“Why not ask your brother?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t tell him I said this but you’re the better artist”.

A warm feeling spread across your face and down your neck, you flipped open the pad, “Well draw something and we’ll see what needs work”. 

You looked up from your drawing, Anthony was frowning, the pencil working hard, it was sweet you had to admit.

“No no its…..” you gave up, you think he tried to draw a flower, “It’s a start” you smiled. 

“What did you draw?” he asked.

Damn

You hadn’t planned on showing him, you didn’t plan on showing everyone, but he was looking at you and waiting and it just felt rude not to. Slowly and feeling more heat all over, you turned the pad around. 

“Is that me?” he asked.

You closed the pad hard, “It means nothing.. You were there and- I” you couldn’t find the right words and felt more flushed as you went on. 

“It’s beautiful, you’re beautiful” 

Your mouth dropped open. 

“I know this may seem like it’s coming out of nowhere but I didn’t know how I felt until now. You see I have felt something for you ever since you laughed at my joke during the first dinner, and then today when I saw you playing with Daphens children it made me see things for how they really are”

Your mouth was still open, his words coming as a complete shock but not unwanted. He was everything you could want, he made you laugh, he talked with you with real interest not the half listening other men did, he was an amazing dancer and now this, trying to do something you loved.

His art was poor but still he had tried for this moment. 

He said your name and you swore your heart skipped. “I- I did not mean to overstep”

“Anthony” you smiled. 

He looked hopeful, “yes?”.

“I think I should be the one saying that” you said, unable to stop grinning. 

“Yes?”.

“Yes!” 

You leaped into his arms, he caught you right away. 

Without a second thought you kissed him, falling deeper into love with him. 

After the kiss and the ones that followed, you lay in his arms. “We’ll have to thank everyone, they helped set this up” Anthony said. 

“Benedict will call himself cupid until the end of time” you laughed. 

Anthony linked his hand with yours, “As long as I’m with you, I can face my brother”.

[luveline]

thought of a cute eddie and roan request!! since it’s almost summer time they go to the pool or beach?? roans having a blast

thank you!! dad!eddie takes you and his baby for a trip to the beach (lake)!! this is when they haven't been together as long and roan is younger!! dad eddie x fem!reader ♥︎ 3k

Eddie's daughter is nearly five years old, about 3ft 5in, and weighs less than fifty pounds. She has slightly chubby cheeks, a huge smile, and she has never been this excited in her life. 

"I swear I've taken her on vacation before," Eddie says, his eyes moving between the road, the side of your face, and Roan's joyous expression in the rear view mirror almost frantically. 

You push your sunglasses up your nose. "I believe you. I've seen the photos, Edward." 

He snorts. "You know that's not my name." 

"But it makes derision much funnier to call you something formal."

"You usually go with Munson." 

"I'm feeling festive today, it's such a good day." 

Roan agrees from the back with a small shout. 

You turn in your seat before Eddie can, eyes creased with affection when you see her again. Roan is in her best summer dress with her hair braided back out of her face, ending before her ears so her curls can take centre stage. She's got her delicate blue cardigan on, and a sandwich in her hands. You've been trying to break the long drive into smaller bits for her with snacks and songs, and it's worked thus far. 

"Do you want another sandwich, baby?" you ask, clicking open the the tupperware in your lap. "We've only got PB and J left, Eds. Can I give her that? I don't wanna ruin her dress." 

"If she wants it," he says, shrugging. His expression is cut short as he turns the wheel sharply to the side. "Woah! Sorry, ladies, I almost missed the turn. What a loser."

You tear Roan's sandwich into a smaller one and hand it back through the seats. "Try not to get it on your dress, princess, it's so pretty," you plead. 

"I won't," she says. As soon as you hand her the sandwich she drops it on her skirts. She's just old enough to understand what's happened, and giggles like she thinks she's about to be told off. 

You've seen Eddie do it enough times. Roan drops a crust or spills a drink and Eddie pretends to be cross, eyebrows drawn together in an unconvincing glare. "Roan," he always says, and if he can reach he chucks her under the chin with his knuckle, "how dare you. You know accidents aren't allowed." 

It warms your heart that her reaction to a potential chastisement is laughter. 

Roan has firmly passed baby stage: she doesn't look like a big baby, she looks like a very small child, with deceptively long arms and legs. She waves one leg toward you and says in her high-pitched, sometimes illegible voice, "My shoe's coming off." 

Her shoe isn't coming off, but the buckle around her ankle has come undone. 

"Oh no," you dote, leaning through the two front seats of Eddie's car to help. "What happened? You're too happy, babe, all your dancing must've wiggled the buckle free."

"I'm too happy," she agrees, "we're going to the beach now." 

"We're nearly there," Eddie says. 

Indiana Beach is an amusement park on Lake Shafer ninety miles away from Indianapolis, which is a good eighty miles from Hawkins. If you were to draw this journey on a map, it would look like the hands of a clock at three thirty, or a 'Y' without one of its eyes. With Eddie's cautious driving but not much traffic, it had taken you guys nearly three hours from the time you set off from his trailer at seven in the morning to now. It's an aching amount of time to confine a child, and Roan hasn't slept a wink, so her happy attitude is miraculous and perhaps precarious. 

Which is to say, you smother her in love and hope it will keep her from becoming too agitated. You and Eddie have already discussed the possibilities of her behaviour — if she started a screaming crying tantrum as she sometimes does, Eddie would pull over and you'd climb in the back. If your company didn't help, he'd pull over again and you'd take a break wherever you were. If she still didn't improve, you'd think about going home. The point of the trip is for Roan to have fun.

You can see the Galaxi from a mile away, a huge curling roller coaster on the Indiana Beach pier. Eddie starts grinning, really smiling, the kind you don't get to see very often. He smiled like that when he asked you to be his girlfriend outside of the Hawk movie theatre, and he smiled worse when you told him you loved him for the first time, your hand pressed against his chest and your face hiding in the crook of his neck. 

"Ro!" he says loudly, turning onto a side street in search of the parking lot, "look, baby! Can you see the lake? The beach? It's so sunny, oh my goodness." 

His hand reaches across for you. He squeezes your leg roughly, and it aches in the best way, fingertips digging into the soft inside of your thigh. You can't help laughing, pleasantly startled by his obvious joy. 

Roan starts talking and you're sorry but you're not an expert in her warbling yet, not when she's speaking a mile a minute. You catch "beach," and "sunshine," and "daddy!" but that's about it. 

He drives into a ticket parking lot a fifteen minute walk from the pier and finds a space with ease. You quickly undo your belt and get out, stretching your arms behind your back and leaning forward to roll your neck out. You're sore from all the back and forth, attention split between Eddie and Roan for the last three hours. 

Eddie gets out on the other side, and he should get Roan's stroller first, but it was never going to happen. He opens Roan's door and the excited stream of chatter increases between the both of them. You come around the back of the car and watch him pull her out of her car seat, fussing over her skirts and her hair and her tiny shoes. He makes one of those heaving dad groans when he picks her up, one arm skewed under her butt and the other behind her back. It's more hug than carry. 

"Hey, baby," he says, "how's that? Is it nice to be out of the car?" His hand moves to her legs. "Should we do some walking and stretching?" 

He rubs her legs. 

"Daddy, it's sunny, it's like– like with Uncle Wayne, when'd he says that the sunshine is out to play," she says, her hands moving from her chest and into the air above her head like a burst. "It's not messing around!" 

You laugh, your heart melted to a wet goo. Eddie gives you an eyeful, as if to say, Yeah, I made her, that's my kid, and I know she's the cutest thing on God's green earth, thank you very much for noticing. 

"It's not," he agrees, putting her down on the ground. You stand a little ways away, knowing she won't run into traffic but worried anyhow. 

Eddie holds one of her hands and Roan puts the other one back in the air, stretching up big and tall. Eddie strokes a hair behind her ear, and his thumb lingers affectionately on her cheek. 

"Will you wear your hat?" he asks. 

"Do you have a hat?" 

"Uh, no, daddy doesn't have one," he says. 

"But I do!" you butt in.

They turn to look at you. You open the trunk, digging through your packed bags to find the sunhat you'd brought with you. You pop it on your head and turn to smile at them. "See? So you wear yours and we'll be matching." 

Roan doesn't hesitate to crowd your legs. You grab her hat from her 'baby' bag and place it carefully on her head. It hides her beautiful hairdo, but it'll keep her safe from the heat. She looks you in the face and grins. 

"Beautiful," you compliment. 

Eddie doesn't look quite as summer ready as you both. His hair is down, shiny clean but unlikely to stay that way considering the heat. He's wearing blue denim rather than black, something he'd spoken of with horror but more than pulls off, and a black Motorhead t-shirt. There's one chain around his neck that he never takes off, but besides that he's sans jewellery. 

"Roan," he says, "we're gonna walk to the pier to stretch our legs, but you have to hold hands. And you can sit down in the stroller when they're tired again." She nods hurriedly at the idea that she'll be free for a while. "Okay. Alright." 

Eddie gets her stroller out and unfolds it, putting her baby bag in the seat. You rake your fingers through the ends of Roan's hair while you wait, the sun warming the back of your neck already. 

Eddie locks the car, and the three of you start toward the pier. Roan holds your hand and Eddie pushes the stroller out of the parking lot and onto the sidewalk that leads to the pier. 

The smell of salt tickles your nose. Roan's hand flutters in yours like a hummingbird, excited gasps breaching her lips when you pass an ice cream stand bragging rainbow cotton candy bigger than her head, kaleidoscope gelato, Popsicles in cherry red, raspberry blue and lime green. Her eyes widen at the sight of huge diamond kites, yellow rubber dinghies, surfboards and wetsuits dripping water down sandy ankles. 

You know Eddie's been saving. He confessed, when you'd brought up your concern one night, that he wants her to have everything. 

What's going on? you'd asked, frowning at his bedraggled face after another late shift. You knew Wayne had been picking Roan up from daycare to let him keep working, and it just hadn't been like Eddie to do that. You can tell me anything.

You'd been expecting, regrettably, money troubles. The Munson's aren't rich but they've never been hurting for money since you met, and all these extra hours has you assuming the worst. 

Eddie rubbed a tired eye. I just want her to have everything. I don't want to say no. Not even once. When we go on vacation, I want her to point at things and I want her to know how it feels to be able to have them without a fight. 

Admirable, a tinsy bit silly. Of course he wants that, isn't that what everyone wants for their children? Admirable, because he wanted it and he worked for it, and he saved up enough to bring Roan here and spoil her within an inch of her life. Silly, because Roan doesn't ask for much. She does ask for stuff, of course, but she's not gonna beg him for a two hundred dollar professional kite, or state of the art arm floaties. But just because you think it's a little silly doesn't mean you aren't incredibly in love with him, impressed by and proud of his efforts. 

He wants to get Roan everything. And so they start with shaved ice. 

It's the second stand you see, just off of the pier with a long, long line. Eddie scoops her up off of the floor so she can see the different flavour combinations, and it's no surprise when she chooses all the pinks and red. Strawberry, cherry, and pink lemonade. The cone is bigger than her hands and costs a ridiculous seven dollars. 

The small smile on Eddie's lips when he can crack out a crisp twenty dollar bill and hand it over makes you smile, too. It's satisfying. All that hard work was worth it for this moment. 

And the moment after. Eddie takes the snow cone and Roan audibly sighs. 

"Oh, my gosh," she says. 

You laugh. Eddie looks at you from over his shoulder and beams. 

Roan wants to do everything, as Eddie predicted. She plays arcade games she's too short for, hoisted up on his knee or in your arms, face screwed in concentration every time, and though the controls escape her she loves hitting the big red button and watching the claw come down. 

But she also wants stuff money can't buy. She wants Eddie to hug her when the clown walks past because he's big and bright and a little scary. She wants kisses when they stand at the side of the pier to look at the lake, blue and clear as an ocean, and drops some of her own against Eddie's sweaty cheek when she's been loved up. She wants you both to swing her by the hand when you're walking down the ramp to the beach, which is difficult but not impossible with the stroller in Eddie's other hand. 

She wants to get ice cream, and a slurpee despite her half eaten snow cone. She wants soft pretzels and churros and a hotdog with extra onions. She wants a surfboard, and you dissuade Eddie from getting her one of the proper ones in favour of a floatie. 

She wants you to put the finishing touches on her crumbly sand castles, and to cuddle in your lap when Eddie makes her drink from a cold bottle of water. When you've been sat in the sun so long that your brain is jellified and you have more sand in your shoes than sock, she springs up from her stomach where she'd been kicking her little feet drawing smiley faces in the sand and demands you take her down to the waterfront. You leave your towels on and the stroller further up the bank and pray for the best, and Eddie peels out of his t-shirt and rolls up his pants a couple of feet from the water. Eddie pulls her sandy dress off to reveal the swimming costume she'd been wearing underneath, a bright yellow costume with a skirt, not too tight to hurt, and bends down at the waist to talk to her as they wait for the water to rush in. You encourage armbands over her elbows. 

"It's gonna be cold, Ro, so we have to run in! Are you ready?" 

"I'm super ready!" she says, squeezing his hand and squaring her shoulders. 

You secure her bands and take her other hand into your right hand, your shoes in your left, bracing yourself for the shock. 

You run in full pelt and screaming with joy. Roan's voice turns into a stream of "oh my god oh my gosh daddy pick me up'd it's too cold oh my gosh," as the water covers your calves and her waist. Eddie immediately leans down to pick her up, out of choices and surprised by her loud aversion. Water stains him from knee to navel. 

"It's not that bad, babe," he says, though he meets your gaze over her head and mock glares at your shaking head. It's freezing. "We just have to get used to it. Ready?" 

He doesn't let her get ready. He doesn't let you get ready. He grabs your wrist and pulls you with him, fighting the cold as the gentle lake tide laps at your waists. 

"Eddie, our pants!" you protest. You'd brought spare clothes in case of any accidents. This is decidedly not an accident. 

"Please, sweetheart, just come in," he says. 

He should legally be prevented from saying please and sweetheart in the same sentence. You submerge yourself to the waist as he wanted and stand there in the water, the taste of river water heavy on your lips now, splashes of cold wetting higher up your chest. It's close to intolerable, the only saving grace the heavy heat of the sunshine above you.

"How's that, Roanie?" he asks.

He's clearly having a blast. His eyes are brighter than the sun dappling that kisses the waves. 

"It feels squishy," you say, adjusting your footing in the sandy bottom of the lake. 

"This is so FUN!" Roan shouts, letting go of Eddie's neck to put her hands in the water. She splashes the surface and soaks Eddie's t-shirt to the neck in the process. 

You almost fall over trying to find his waist in the blue. You wrap and arm around Roan and Eddie wraps and arm around you, the three of you much too deep in the lake and with no plans of turning around just yet. 

"This is so fun," he says, kissing her cheek, kissing yours. "We should do this every year." 

You smile at his chest. 

You hadn't realised, yet, that he wanted you every year. Roan babbles her agreements, talking about her snow cone and the sunshine and her floatie. She stops suddenly. 

Eddie rubs her shoulder, water shining across her pale skin. "What, babe?" 

"Daddy, where's my floatie?" 

You head back up the beach to find it. Her stroller and your towels have been left alone, but the floatie must've been too tempting. 

Eddie, without complaint, goes to buy another. 

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more Eddie and Roan ♡

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[reverie-starlight]

fluffy hawks drabble-turned-mini-fic because i love him. if you think the feather necklace trope is overused, this is probably not the place for you. also important to note: let’s say for the sake of my sanity that this takes place before seasons 5/6, okay? I know what's up in the manga, I'm just ignoring it to be happy :)

fem!reader, no physical descriptions aside from wearing dresses + enjoying it and reader could be perceived as chubby, but no explicit mentions of body type!! shopping for clothes is just hard and it’s briefly reflected on in this. lots of soft fluff. pet names (baby, sweetheart, pretty girl, etc) I just got a bunch of cute dresses and now I'm gonna make it hawks' problem. this is like. disgustingly soft and so incredibly self indulgent avert your eyes. please. very smiley and giggly. a bit suggestive at the end bc I have no self-control.

soft laughter and the sound of rustling sheets were the only noises heard in your shared bedroom that afternoon. surprisingly enough for both of you, keigo had finished his patrol early and caught you on the way up to your apartment. almost immediately after walking in and getting your shoes and coats off, he had grabbed you and sped off to your room, dropping you on the bed and launching an attack.

you were both so happy to have some extra time together that it boosted your energy immensely, resulting in a impromptu play fight. it wasn't very often that you got to be so playful anymore with things picking up for him at work. you were both still young, so when you got the chance to act like it, you definitely took it.

"keigo!" you shrieked as he pressed a slew of quick, light kisses over your face and down your neck. a ticklish sensation was left in their wake, even more so because of his facial hair. he just chuckled and rubbed his face against your skin to draw out more laughter. feathers flew around and brushed against your cheeks and other places he couldn't focus his attention on.

his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist to limit your movements, but you still squirmed around to try and get the upper hand. eventually, after a few more kisses to your chest and stomach, he loosened his grip to give you a fighting chance and you flipped on top of him, making sure not to hurt his wings, which ruffled in excitement.

"so what are you gonna do with me now, sweetheart?" he grinned up at you, eyes positively glowing with mirth.

you felt your own gaze go soft and cupped his face with your hands, rubbing your thumbs over the apples of his cheeks. "I dunno," you murmured, keeping your voice low in volume and sweet in its delivery.

your eyes wandered over his features, admiring him in the golden rays of sun coming from your window. "you're so pretty, keigo..."

he went a little red but smiled softly. "that's my line, angel," and then he leaned up to steal another kiss from you.

eventually you both settled down, laying in bed together and talking about your days. keigo told you about having to chase down a bank robber and some purse snatchers, and how a little old lady asked for help getting her cat down from a tree. you snickered at the thought.

the atmosphere turned serene as you both laid there. you were close enough that your breaths mixed and your foreheads touched, his hands absentmindedly running over your soft skin and the curves of your body. "so how was your day?" he whispered.

"it was okay. I had a shorter day at work, so I went shopping and I got some new clothes..." you sat up and walked over to where the bags were discarded before he tossed you on the bed. "want to see them?"

he whined a little when you walked away but quickly sat up as well, nodding his head at the second part. "I'd never pass up the chance to see you trying on clothes, baby, who exactly do you take me for?"

you smiled and shook your head fondly. "alright, alright. sit tight, I'll be back," you said and headed to the connecting bathroom, ignoring his grumbling about how you were depriving him of getting to see the best part.

and when you came back out, in a pretty little sundress, twirling so he could get the full effect, he stared at you in awe.

he knew from past shopping trips and many teary conversations with you that finding clothes you actually felt confident in could be… difficult. of course he thought you looked amazing in everything, and if he had it his way, he’d buy every single outfit you even glanced at, but there was just something so alluring about seeing you happy and proud in clothes you felt good in.

“such a pretty girl…” he murmured to no one in particular. it looked a bit like he was in a trance as he took in your figure. attempting to hold back a shy smile from forming at his words, you looked down at the ground to keep yourself from getting too flustered.

he grinned and held his hand out for you once your eyes met his again. taking it, he gently pulled you towards him to stand in between his legs and rested his chin on your sternum, not once breaking eye contact. his hands moved to toy with the hem of your dress.

“I mean it, you’re absolutely stunning. the prettiest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on... my pretty girl.”

you couldn’t hold back your smile this time and he adored the way your lips curled upwards, how your eyes flitted around the room, staring at anything but him, clearly affected by his words.

he sent a feather out to tilt your chin back towards him and he was suddenly reminded of something.

“ah right- I have something for you,” he dug something out of his pocket and proudly presented you with what looked like a thin brown faux leather string…

with a bright red feather attached to it.

you gasped and took the item into your hands, closely inspecting it. you treated it with the utmost care, as if it were your most prized possession. it very well might’ve been.

the string had a clasp at the back to make it easier to put on and remove, and it looped around the... stem? bone? (you made a mental note to clarify with keigo later) of the feather multiple times. it was secured with a thin silver wire to ensure it wouldn’t slip out before the rope continued on to the other end of the hook.

he actually had one of his feathers turned into a necklace for you.

“keigo, I… this is incredible, oh my goodness!” you beamed at him and leaned down to properly hug him.

he was incredibly perceptive. of course he knew that all those times you had jokingly asked him about keeping one of his feathers with you were actually silent requests. even if you’d never outright ask him, he could tell you longed to have a piece of him with you. especially when he had to wipe your tears before a long mission and you stared longingly at his wings. he took pride in the fact that you found comfort in them.

who was he to deny the love of his life? what’s one feather from his arsenal gone, anyway? it was going towards the cause of making you happy, and most importantly, there was the added bonus of keeping you safe.

“here, let me put it on for you,” he said, gesturing for you to sit on his lap and hand him the necklace.

you got settled and he happily clasped the ends of the string together at the back of your neck. the bottom of the feather rested just above the neckline of your dress and you touched it gingerly.

as soon as it rested against your skin, he took control of it and ran it across your cheek, making you giggle and pull away a bit.

“thank you, keigo, I love it.” you turned around on his lap to face him and pressed your lips against his.

he hummed into the kiss and pulled away with a sly smile. “of course, baby. besides,” he toyed with one of the straps on your shoulder. “it goes with your new dress, don’t you think?”

you put your arms around his shoulders, gently stroking the arches of his wings and nodded in agreement. he placed his hands on the tops of your thighs and gently squeezed. “wanna see if it goes with my other dresses, too?”

“oh, absolutely. but..." he shifted a bit and pulled you closer, so that you were fully pressed against him. "I don't think I've appreciated this one enough... what do you think?" he slowly trailed his eyes up from your legs to meet yours.

you tilted your neck forward to rest your forehead against his. "I think that you'll find some of the other things I bought more interesting than a sundress, keigo."

his sly smile turned into something more eager and you laughed when he dramatically flopped backwards on the bed with a groan. "you're too good for me, angel, seriously. what did I ever do to deserve you?"

you offered him a shrug and a tiny smile of your own. "exist."

his eyes widened a fraction and you could tell that your words deeply affected him from the way they welled up. he cleared his throat to cover up any emotion in his voice and sat up again to cup your cheek, murmuring "sweet girl, you'd better hurry up and try on those other dresses, because if you're not off my lap in three seconds, I'm gonna pounce, and we're not leaving this room 'til we're both spent."

butterflies erupted within you and he watched fondly as you gasped and ran off to keep your little fashion show up and running.

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BONUS:

the following days after receiving his gift were... not surprising in the slightest.

you always knew when keigo was taking a break or in his office doing paperwork because he took every opportunity to bug you with his (your) feather.

every. single. one.

and you also knew before he even had the necklace made that if he were to ever give you one, this would likely happen. he was a menace, after all. part of his charm, he always said.

at first it was a bit embarrassing having to fight with a feather in front of your coworkers (who weren't aware you were dating a pro hero, so they probably thought you were some fangirl who bought faulty, cheap merch of his), but it very quickly became endearing.

cause yeah, if he knew you were going to be around people he'd make life difficult for you and then take all of your whines and complaints with a mischievous grin when he walked through the door, clearly lying when he said he'd take it down a notch.

but when he knew you were alone? or having a particularly stressful day? all you had to do was lightly tug on the necklace. upon your signal, he'd immediately take control of the feather and bring it up to caress your cheek, run along your neck or tap your nose.

honestly, you wouldn't have it any other way. you adored his playful side, and he knew he could get away with most things via feather necklace. even if it was only because you were too flustered to scold him for anything anymore by time he got back. complaints soon turned into requests for cuddles and wanting to return all the affection you received.

the feather necklace was a gift for you, sure, but it definitely benefitted him as well.

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I edited this super quickly, so apologies if there's any mistakes! I'll find them eventually when I look back at this fic and end up contemplating my choices to post without properly editing :')

hope you enjoyed!! <3

[itsmebytch001]

can i request the morales family with a toddler reader who has a bad habit of running off or disappearing, and also do you think aaron would have those baby leash things? its like a backpack with a stretchy thing attached to keep the child from running off?

You developed the habit of going on walk about at 6, the first time it happened you two where going clothes shopping, when he turned around with a pile of things for you to try on, you were gone.

you were gone

YOU WERE GONE

Holding a hand full of clothing he began to walk up and down every isle yelling for you, drawing the attention of the shop employees and sourouding shoppers. One lady approched him with a name tag, Sammy.

Sammy: "Excuse me Sir, is everything okay?"

Now, Aaron wasn't stupid, he knew if he a single Dad expressed that he had lost his daughter, they would under mine him as a parent, maybe even get child services involved, but he had now checked every single isle and you were no where.

Had someone taken you?

Where you lost?

Aaron: "No, no I've lost track of my daughter"

Sammy: "Okay, well what dose she look like? I'll send out a call for her"

Aaron: "Uh, well she's 6, but looks a bit older, a bit chubby, long black curly hair, uh wearing a purple sweater and black joggers"

Sammy: "And her name?"

Aaron: "Y/n"

Sammy: "okay" She leant into a tiny speaker on her tshirt.

Sammy: "Were looking for a missing 6 year old, wearing a purple sweater and black joggers"

Aaron was still looking over the isles while standing in front of Sammy, scanning again and again over the shop just to catch a glimpse.

Sammy: "We can take you to the front of the shop to do a call out if you like?"

Aaron: "Yeah Yeah" He wasn't really listning, just still looking over the store, Sammy began to lead him to the front of the shop where there was a small desk and a mic.

Sammy: "Once I press this button, anything you say will be blasted around the store, okay?"

Aaron: "Okay"

Sammy pressed the red button, and Aaron leaned over to the mic.

Aaron: " Y/n, Its me Papa, If your here I really need to come to the front of shop, where the plastic models are, okay? I'm not mad, just please come"

His voice echoed in the store, while across the area shoppers and employees where looking for you, and after about twenty minutes Aaron kept just pacing again and again at the front of the shop, until another shopper came to talk to them. "excuse me, but there's a little girl who's locked herself in a changing room and is refusing to come out"

And so Sammy escorted Aaron into the girls changing room, ignoring the strage look from other Mom's and young girls, and he understood why, he a grown man was standing in the Womens section of the changing rooms and trying to get a small girl out from one of the rooms. Aaron knocked on the door.

Aaron: "Baby Its me, can you please open the door?"

Y/n: "No."

Aaron: "Why not?"

Y/n: "Beacuse I like this dress"

Aaron: "Okay?"

Y/n: "And I know you won't let me buy it"

Aaron: "And why's that?"

Y/n: "Because Its $74 dollars"

Aaron: "Baby, that's way to much for just one dress"

Y/n: "NO! I Love this dress and I'm not leaving until you buy it"

Aaron: "Y/n...Open this damm door"

Y/n: "No"

Aaron: "Open the door"

Y/n: "NO"

Aaron began to giggle the door knob to no avail.

Aaron leaned over to Sammy.

Aaron: "Do you have a master key or something?"

Sammy: "Yeah, Ive sent someone after it"

He groaned as he giggled the door again.

Aaron: "Open this door right now Y/n or I'll give away ALL YOUR DOLLS"

Y/n: "NO!" You screamed back.

Aaron began to bang on the door with a closed fist again and again.

Aaron: "I will Y/n Don't play with me!"

Eventually after about a half hour of yelling back and fourth, finally another employee came with the master key, Aaron backed away from the door and watched as Sammy opened the door, you rushed out the room full speed, Aaron tried to catch you in that yellow dress but you slinked past him, sprinting down the hallway and towards the exit, it took Aaron to fully tackle you to the ground to stop you from running past the detectors.

It was due to this incident that you were forced to wear a child leash, or course miles gave you flac, while he was able to walk freely where ever he liked, while you were a dog.

Whenever you would make a run for it, your Dad would haul you back so quickly your whole body would jolt forward, but you found a way around it...The Micheal Jackson Lean...

You would lean so much forward that if it weren't for the leash you would fall forward, and if Aaron moved towards you, you would fall on your face, now of course Miles also found this funny, Aaron was paranoid that people would take this as abuse, get child services involved. But eventually, after about a year you finally stopped trying to run off, and you were free from the child leash.

[razzafrazzle]

[image description: a drawing of four original characters who are all human designs based off of flavors of mountain dew. the first is spark, who is a short, chubby, tan skinned woman who has yellow shaved hair with peach pink bangs and a braid. she is wearing a red racing dress with a checkerboard pattern down the sides and purple sleeves. She has ripped purple leggings beneath the dress and is wearing yellow boots and rubber gloves also. secondly is voltage, who is a tall, thin, dark-skinned woman with a lighting scar on her chest.. she has black and blue hair with afro poofs shaped to look like tesla coils. she is wearing a dark blue jumpsuit, small round glasses, and a black and white lab coat, all with various small pieces of lightning bolt shaped jewelry. third is livewire, who is a tall, muscular, pale-skinned woman with freckles and body hair. she has short, messy orange hair and a welding mask covering most of her face. she is wearing a white t-shirt with rolled-up sleeves and some orange work pants and boots, all covered with grease. lastly is code red, a short brown-skinned woman with long maroon hair tied into pigtails. she is wearing a red off-shoulder sweater that says "cherry bomb", a white pleated skirt, some white thigh high socks and some slip on shoes. she has a spot of vitiligo on her chest. end id]

a polycule of mountain dykes I mean mountain dew ladies <3 the lab rat, the mastermind, the engineer, and the programmer

[misslavenderlady]

My name's Bree. How can I help you?💉📒

Shoutout to @hypocriticaltypwriter for the inspiration!

REF/INFO BELOW CUT 💜💜💜

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: Bree 

𝐀𝐠𝐞: 25

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: Female She/They

𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 5'8

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: ISFJ 

Though very shy around others, Bree has a good head on her shoulders and a kind heart. She values the work she does, making sure to help others as best as she can. Not only does she care about her patients, but she also likes to help out her friends and coworkers. Being useful for a greater good is something truly valuable to her, though it can sometimes get the better of her.

Bree struggles quite a bit with stress. She tries to push herself to a point where burnout is inevitable. All she wants is to be helpful, but it can cause her to feel tired and depressed after the long days of work. She feels guilty about the idea of leaving her field of work, as so many patients count on her care. It makes her feel a bit stuck and frustrated. Her biggest dream in life is to become a writer, becoming the next Bram Stoker or Mary Shelley.

She’s fascinated with romance and monsters, inspired to bring such two complex things together. During her free time, she enjoys writing down short stories that she hopes to get published some day.

Bree is used to blending into the background, not really one to get attention from boys in her teenage years. However, she has blossomed into a beautiful young woman, and others are starting to notice her more. Since she’s not used to such affection and attention, it makes her quite bashful~

𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞: Bree is often in her work uniform. As a nurse, she wears a light blue work dress with a white collar, cuffs and belt. Outside of work, she prefers to wear more soft and loose clothing. Usually she wears fun sweatshirts and stretchy jeans with converse sneakers. A special accessory she wears every day is her silver key necklace. It has an amethyst gemstone in the center. 

Her skin is quite pale, as she has to stay out of the sun, lest she want a nasty sunburn. She’s got a dusting of freckles on her face. Her makeup is plain, often just mascara and chapstick. She can’t do a full face of makeup every day, as it would just end up on her face mask whenever she puts it on. 

Bree is more chubby in her features, making her insecure compared to the thin, toned bodies she sees on the Santa Carla boardwalk. However, she’s got several beautiful features and a shapely body. Her hair is flowing and thick with brunette color. She’s got some natural highlights from the rays of the sunshine. She often hides behind her long hair, sometimes too shy to show her face.

𝐉𝐨𝐛: She’s a nurse at Santa Carla Medical Clinic. She works night shifts, as nobody else wants them. Bree is a natural night owl, so it ends up working in her favor. Most of her job is front desk admin work, but she also provides checkups and vaccinations/blood draws when need be. 

𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬:

B (Michael, Sam, coworkers)

My dear, Darling, Beautiful, Sweetling (David)

Baby, Babygirl, Little lady (Dwayne)

Mama, Sugar, Pretty girl (Paul)

Bella, Bellisima, Angel (Marko)

Babe, Baby (Michael)

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞?: Bree is in your typical multi-roommate-in-small-apartment setup. She moved out to California with her friends so she could start fresh, and was able to get set up in the basement of the condo they found. Her roommates are usually asleep whenever she’s awake due to their different work hours, which she doesn’t mind. She finds peace in the night time, though she does tend to get lonely. 

Though their home doesn’t have a lot of space, Bree has worked hard to make it cozy. It’s not far from the boardwalk, meaning a lot of shops are within walking distance.

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲: 

Bree has always been a bit of odd girl. Growing up, she found herself in the school library quite a bit. She was too shy to talk to other kids, and was afraid of bullies that would pick on her for being extra sensitive (not to mention they were quite unkind to her and her chubby features). She would often switch back and forth between romance novels and scary stories, finding equal interest in love and darkness. The two began to blend together, and she became attracted to the monsters that were supposed to frighten her. She found sympathy in these creatures, as she knew what it was like to feel isolated and tormented for simply being different. 

A passion for writing her own stories was born, and every chance she got, she would eagerly write down stories of these monsters in her journal. Ones where they would get happy ending rather than tragic downfalls. It fueled her dream of becoming a writer someday, and even when she pursued a career in the medical field, she never forgot her true passion.

She became a bit more confident in herself when she got older, and ended up making close friends. They were very supportive of her work, and were there for her when her mother got sick. When she finished school and got her degree, Bree found out her friends had their sights set on California. The complete opposite side of the country. She was scared of such a massive change, but her family encouraged it, as she would have more opportunities for her writing to get noticed in such an environment. Touched by their support, Bree took the jump and moved cross-country with her friends.

Until she can fulfill her writing dream, she’s working hard as a nurse. Not only does she provide for herself, but for her beloved chocolate labrador as well.

𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡: She’s torn at the moment. On the one hand, she is infatuated with Michael. He’s kind and gentle and very responsible. She admires the dedication he has to his family and appreciates his sweet nature keeping her spirits up. On the other hand, she can’t stop thinking about the mysterious pack of biker boys that she sees in her office now and then. There’s something about them that draws her in. Something dark and mysterious. It’s like a siren’s call, and she’s powerless around them. 

(She wouldn’t mind a poly relationship, but she does have somewhat of an extra fondness for Dwayne, given how good he is with Laddie)

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡: Bree was able to use her degree to get set up at local primary care doctor’s office. It was there that she so happened to meet Michael Emerson, a handsome guy who decided to pursue physical therapy as a study once he got his GED. He worked part time in between night school, and Bree was completely smitten whenever they had the same shift. He was so doting and kind. A perfect gentleman who never failed to put a smile on her face. Sometimes his mother and little brother would stop by for a checkup or to simply say hello, and Bree found herself adoring them too. 

Michael explained to her at one point that he had a devastating breakup with a runaway girl he met during a past summer. He didn’t like to talk about what led to their breakup, but Bree never forced him to tell more. She was simply happy to be there for him, and she had a feeling that he was starting to open his heart up to her in return. 

However, he wasn’t the only man in her life.

During quieter nights, Bree started to get visits from four mysterious, yet very sexy bikers. They would ask for a walk-in appointment. A cut here, a sprain there, usual stuff. Normally, the office didn’t take walk-ins, but she was happy to examine them on her own. She suspected something was off about them when she found that their bodies weren’t exactly….normal. The stethoscope she used never could pick up a heartbeat. The blood sample she collected looked sparkly in the light. The thermometer always said their temperature was far below what it should have been. 

She was frightened at first…..but soon became intrigued. 

They were all so mysterious and unusual. The four of them watched her with hunger in their eyes. They’d coo sweet nothings to her, offering to take her out for a date or a ride on their motorcycles. Ask her back to their place for a drink. The more she got to know them personally, the more tempted she felt to listen to their call. Bree had the same fascination in the boys as she did with the monsters she read about growing up.

Little does she know that her indecision between Michael and the Lost Boys is more akin to a fight between good and evil~

[it-happened-one-fic]

A Lifelong Love

Author Notes: I wanted to write Idia but wow, is he hard. I actually wrote this while listening to Kenny Rogers "Lady" but it really doesn't fit the song very well and is also gender-neutral. This fic takes place briefly after the Ghost Marriage event.

Type: Comfort/fluff/romance hinted

Word Count: 1663

I blinked up at the Idia who was standing in the middle of the cafeteria dressed to the nines. Of course, he was supposed to have filled the role of groom in the ghostly wedding that had just taken place, but still. I didn’t think I’d ever seen him look like this.

He twitched, looking up at me from where he stood beside the now abandoned altar that had been made especially for the wedding, “Wh- What are you staring at?”

I blinked in quiet surprise at his stuttered question before vaguely gesturing to his current clothes. I could only wonder as to how the ghosts had gotten him into his outfit. He looked down and made a rather moody expression “Is my outfit that strange?”

His question was rhetorical, logically I realized that. But I found myself answering him nonetheless and drawing his attention back to me, “Well… Yeah. It’s not everyday I see someone dressed up as a groom.” Much less one quite so pretty….

I don’t know how I’d missed it till now but Idia was quite attractive. One of the prettier boys at this school of handsome young men even. 

My explanation for my stare did little to calm him though. In fact it just caused him to make a desperate shooing motion, “I’m not on exhibition y’know! Shoo, leave!” 

I did not go ‘shoo’ though. Instead I stood and stared some more as his hair changed from a pale glowing blue to a radiant pink color. A pink that matched the flushed color of his face quite well.

I felt myself slowly starting to grin at his embarrassment, but rather than teasing him I merely shook my head, “Actually I need to clean this place up. Crowley’ll bug me endlessly if I don't and tomorrow it’ll be needed.” 

His hands, that had already been tangled in his long hair, seemed to clench the glowing strands tighter at the revelation that I was not, in fact, leaving. He was mumbling something incomprehensible to himself as I started moving about the room. Ignoring him as I collected the pale flowers that had been thrown upon Eliza’s appearance in the room.

 It was almost a shame. If one had merely been watching and hadn’t known about how she’d kidnapped her groom it would have been a lovely wedding. Sure, she’d gotten married anyway and Chubby and her were a cute couple but….

 Well, to be perfectly blunt Idia was the better looking groom. He looked like he’d stepped out of some period romance. Were I bit more of a romantic I might have been able to imagine a touching but sad story about a ghost and human romance that could never be.

Such daydreaming would have to be left to Rook though. After all, I’d been so focused on the mission to save Idia I’d only thought of such things now. 

To be fair, Chubby and Eliza getting their happy ending was rather nice. Romantic even, if I really wanted to think about it. Eliza had finally got her happily-ever-after. Even if it had been a long road to get there.

I glanced over to see Idia staring, almost forlornly, at the altar. He’d been so excited moments ago when his unsolicited wedding had been canceled that it was odd to see him quite so down now. Rook had said earlier that Idia usually exuded a lonely beauty but right now…. 

Right now he looked far lonelier than I’d ever seen him. Perhaps the botched wedding had more of an effect on him than he’d let on.

I drifted closer to him, cautiously getting closer while staying silent so I wouldn’t startle him. But my approach didn’t go unnoticed as he soon revealed by looking up at me, “What?”

 His flat tone startled me. It didn’t tremble like it did when he was anxious nor was it the speedy talking that outed him when he got excited. Additionally, it was completely at odds with his previously flustered state. Gone was the Idia I knew. Replaced by someone who seemed distinctly apathetic to the point he’d never be embarrassed to the point of trying to shoo someone away.

 I shifted slightly, setting the flowers on a nearby table before turning to look at him, “Are you okay?”

He scoffed slightly, causing me to raise my eyebrows, but he didn’t answer. He just looked away, back towards the pale wedding decorations. I frowned at his uncharacteristic behavior, “Idia, I thought you were going to head back to your room. Why are you still here?”

Instead of answering my question he responded with a dry sounding question of his own, “Aren’t people with strong beliefs scary?”

I waited for him to continue but he never did, so I responded with no small amount of confusion, “Are you saying you don’t have any strong beliefs?” 

He let out something that sounded distinctly like a snort before he turned with a grin that I could best describe as villainous, “I can’t swear to something that doesn’t exist like eternal love.”

I stilled, not entirely sure what was going on but feeling like I’d stumbled across an unmarked landmine. He continued though, explaining his previous statement nonchalantly with a mocking grin, “Because I’m a sincere person.” 

What did that even mean? Was he trying to imply that I, Eliza, or everyone in the school outside of him wasn’t sincere? 

I leaned back, propping myself against the table as I puzzled about his words. They didn’t seem quite accurate. After all, I could think of one person whom I was pretty sure Idia would love for eternity.

“What about Ortho?” He froze at my question and I let it hang in the air, challenging him to deny it. 

Seconds ticked past like the ticking of a bomb as he stared at me before at last responding, “What?”

“Don’t you love Ortho and think that you’ll continue to love him for eternity?” To my surprise he relaxed at my words and his smile returned. 

This time it wasn’t as mocking of a grin, but rather halfway amused as he answered me, “That’s different though isn’t it?”

I straightened from my propped position and started to walk towards him determinedly, “How? It’s still love. You love Ortho and you will continue to love him, right?” He looked down at me, not backing away despite the fact I now stood directly in front of him.

In fact, he met my gaze unflinchingly, something that was also out of character for him. “That’s Storge. Familial love. She wasn’t talking about that kind of love.” 

I frowned at his explanation, distantly recalling the Greek types of love. A different name for each different type of love. That was certainly one way to view it. 

As for who the ‘she’ he was talking about was, well, I could only assume he meant Eliza. After all, she had been the one talking all but incessantly of love.

I tilted my head at him, “I don’t think eternal love was what Eliza was talking about either. She wanted something more like….” I fumbled briefly, fighting to recall the name to mind before I could continue, “More like Eros. A passionate, romantic love.”

He nodded, acquiescing to and confirming my statement with the simple motion. I frowned again, still confused by his odd behavior but not sure how to question it or him. 

Because I understood to a degree. Eternal love was something that was hard to believe in. How could you ever love someone all of the time? Even if they were someone like Ace described…. Someone you could laugh and cry with while also relying on them. You still wouldn’t love them all of the time. 

Would you? 

There would surely be times where you would disagree, argue, and fight with one another. But you could love someone even in the midst of a disagreement. So what did Idia mean?

I looked back up at him, “Then what do you think does exist? Since you’re a sincere person, what kind of love do you think would exist in the marriage you would want?” He had the good graces to look taken aback by my question.

And it was an odd question for me to ask but I genuinely wanted to know his answer. After all, he was the one who brought this up.

“I would want…” He trailed off, looking down at me silently as if I somehow held the answer to the very question I’d asked him. After a brief moment he continued, seemingly finding an answer by holding eye contact with me, “Someone who I would always want near me... That I would want to be next to me.” 

He tilted his head, amber colored eyes still holding mine in a way that made me feel vaguely captive, like I couldn’t look away. I suppose it was how a creature  that was encased in amber felt. He continued, unconcerned or unknowing of the strange trapped feeling he caused, “Someone I would be willing to wait for. Someone who is real and not some person I made up in my dreams.”

He looked down, at last breaking eye contact and I let out a breath that I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. But then I heard him, his tone as solemn as ever, “I’d want to marry the love of my life.” I found myself looking back towards him, surprised at his honest-sounding words.

He shook his head slightly, “I can’t vow to love someone for eternity but…” He looked back up, eyes meeting mine once more but when he spoke his voice was softer, as was his gaze.

 It didn’t feel as intense this time, I wasn’t being forced to maintain eye contact and I wasn’t captive. But there was something different in his expression now. Something I hadn’t ever seen before, “But I can vow to love someone for my entire life.”

[sensei-venus]

I had this idea that's so hilarious to me, I have to share and I think you'll enjoy it.

Demetri is not the type to meet girls at parties, certainly not the type to have a party hook up, but the idea of him meeting a cute chubby lady at a party, making dumb jokes and using horribly laughable pick up lines, is so fun. Ultimately culminating in them hooking up in the bathroom or a lonesome bedroom, heavily making out with each other and touching each other because there's this spark between them once all that awkward tension melts away. When they're finished she spends the rest of the night sitting on his lap and making out, but when the party is over they part ways. When Hawk finds out, his pats him on the back and Demetri is just kind of like fuck off.

(10x funnier if four weeks later he gets a random DM from Reader's private insta account telling him about the consequences of their little stunt at the party, photo evidence of her pregnancy test and all

- gemini sensei

( @gemini-sensei ) (Unedited)

Hehe! I can imagine them getting all hot and heavy in the party's bathroom.

Reader wearing a tight little dress that shows everything she's working with. Demetri can't stop looking at her, the way her wide hips look in that dress and her fat ass. Her tummy pokes out just right.

He has one hand groping her fluffy belly from over the thin dress and the other is gripping and squeezing at one if her fat tits he pulled out of her top. Her dress is pulled up over her hips and she's bent over the bathroom sink. Her ass popping out for him to manhandle for a minute before shoving her tiny panties to the side. He spreads her open making her whimper, his thumbs playing with her moist folds. He smirks a little as he gets a eye full of her winking and slowly starting to drool hole.

He is quick to whip his already hard dick out of his pants and run his fat head though her folds. It lubes him up so nicely.

He doesn't give her even a second before he pushes his cock head into her, popping though her right pussy. They both moan out as he fully enters her, she's so right and wet and his dick is huge. They don't know how long it takes but it's a while before he completely bottoms in her cunt. Once he does they both just sit for a good minute before she starts shaking her ass on him and clenching around him. He takes this as a sign and starts thrusting into her.

He pins I've of her legs onto the counter with his arm as he leans over her. He fucks into her hard and deep, his hips smacking into ass. It's loud and gets even louder as her cunt starts to drip with her own juices. Demetri's own mess doesn't help the sticky sounds going on in the bathroom, it echoes around the small room.

Reader is quick to shove her face into her arms as she screams out. Her hot cunt squeezed one last time before she spams under Demetri and she creams around him. Her folds are frothy and cover his dick and balls with a nice layer. It's warm and thick.

It makes the boy jerk at the feeling, his balls draw up as he squeezes her one last time before he unloads inside her. Her fat pussy milked him for all he had. She feels ever new rope of hot cum fill her. Her gut feels bloated by the time he finally pulls out.

His soft cock popping out of her and slaps back into his still open pants. It's covered in a mixed layer of their cum. He takes a minute to step back a little and stare at his handy work.

Her poor pussy is already puffy from his hard thrusts and grinding, her raw hole is starting to wink again along with a small flow of his thick cum.

He snaps her panties back over her before helping to put her leg down. She turns around as he helps fix her dress, he pulls it over her hips and works it down. Her lips are pulled into a dazed smile and her eyes are glazed over. Demetri isn’t that surprised when she leans up and wraps her arms around his neck to pull him into a deep kiss. Her lips soft against his as they swap spit. His tongue pokes out and gently slips between her’s in a split second.

The only reason they broke apart was to slip back out into the party. Hoping they didn’t draw to much suspicion with their departure. They doubted they did seeing as no one really paid much attention to the two of them the whole time they had been there. They slipped though the crowded house and found a open seat on the couch. Demetri sat down and Reader was soon to follow by taking up residency on his lap. She giggled a little as she cuddled into him for the rest of the night. Sharing slow and hot kisses, not really caring if anyone really noticed at that point, the party was still going hard anyway. 

No one seemed to care and no one but Hawk noticed them making out.

[a-square-minus-one]

Just a little chapter from my Bridgerton fic that I think you could enjoy as a stand-alone ^^ This is based on my thought that Edmund met Penelope before he died.

By eight years old Penelope Featherington had already snuck in through the servant’s entrance of the Bridgerton house at least once a week for two years. At first, Edmund Bridgerton or Violet Bridgerton would be expeditious in returning her to her house across the street but upon finding that Portia Featherington usually left Penelope to her own devices, with only the Featherington staff for company, the Bridgertons began allowing Penelope to linger. As long as she returned home safely, it didn’t really matter the time she came back.

Penelope was a sweet girl and a good influence on Eloise who was growing more chaotic with age. To be honest, Violet breathed a sigh of relief whenever Penelope visited, knowing that the girls would stick to reading in the drawing room and she wouldn’t have to follow her second daughter like a hawk for at least a few hours. With Penelope around, there was no fear that Eloise would burn Colin’s clothes because he spilled juice on her at breakfast or do something equally vengeful and dangerous.

Today when Penelope walks in, she smiles with all her cheeks, squishing her big eyes into little slits and Violet Bridgerton can not help the warm burst of affection that spreads through her limbs. She squeezes Edmund’s hand tightly because Penelope is not her daughter and as much as Violet wants to, it would be rather improper to squish the little girl into a tight hug. The girl is just simply the epitome of sunshine- all short, chubby limbs and bright yellow dresses and to put it simply, Violet loves her like she was her own. Edmund knows this of course, which is why he lets his wife squish his hand between her fingertips.

“Little Miss Featherington,” Edmund greets, tilting his head. Edmund quite likes Penelope too, Violet thinks, as he calls the Cowper’s daughter “Miss Cowper,” and never adds “Little,” to it like he does with Penelope.

“Hello Lord and Lady Bridgerton,” she says, and her cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink. She’s so cute Violet has to put a hand on her chest.

“Penelope dear, how are-” Violet begins, but like a tornado, Eloise practically spins in front of her friend and insists on all her attention.

“Come Pen! Papa bought us new books!” Eloise exclaims. While Violet is sure that her husband did intend for the books to be shared amongst the girls, her heart grows at the way Eloise automatically assumes, without being prompted, that whatever toys and entertainment belong to her also belong to her best friend Penelope.

“Did you, now, Edmund? Is this on top of the seven new books you bought them last week?” Violet says, smiling at her husband as he tucks his chin into his chest. She chuckles a little. “They are quite spoiled by you, you know.”

“I only wish for them to be on surer intellectual footing when it does come time for them to enter society. I will not allow them to throw themselves at the feet of the first fool who courts them.”

Violet thinks to remind Edmund that he actually has no power in Penelope’s entrance into society but, well, Violet is suddenly overwhelmed by the knowledge that she would just as quickly prevent Penelope from marrying a fool as she would prevent Eloise.

“Thankfully we have many long-” Violet pauses as Eloise nearly knocks over a vase trying to show Penelope some trick or another. Violet closes her eyes tightly. “Long, long, years before that comes to pass.”

“Then explain to me why Portia Featherington acts like she’s running out of time.” Edmund mumbles under his breath and Violet smacks his chest, hiding her giggle with her hand. Yes, in fact, Portia was already trying to set up matches between her daughters and the Bridgerton boys.

“Show empathy, dear. You know very well marriage is at the center of a woman’s worth in the eyes of society. It is the unfortunate reality of their lives. The Featherington girls cannot live with their father forever.”

“And hopefully they will not,” Edmund mumbles and Violet sobers a little, knowing only enough of Archibald’s personality as she could glean from the few unpleasant encounters she had with him when she had entered society.

“I am deeply grateful for the new books, Lord Bridgerton. Mama gave me some money for new books on my birthday but she hasn’t been able to bring me to the bookstore,” Penelope says, squeezing two of the fairytale books to her chest as if she could absorb them through her skin. Violet resists the urge to hold both of the girl’s chubby cheeks in her palms.

“Your birthday? Dearest, when did your birthday pass?” Violet asks. Penelope shuffles on her feet a little.

“Actually…well…it’s today,” Penelope mumbles and Eloise gasps, running up to Penelope and grabbing her hand tightly, practically bouncing on her feet.

“Today?!” Eloise asks, smiling with all her teeth.“Pen, why did you not tell me? I would have gotten you a gift.”

“Oh that’s-”Penelope starts, shaking her head.

“It is your birthday today?” Edmund asks, and Violet knows he’s feeling the same anger she feels bubbling in her stomach right now.

“Yes,” Penelope says, her smile dimming as she senses the anger in Edmund’s voice.

“Surely your mother is waiting for you at home?” Edmund asks and Violet has to put a hand over his.

“Edmund dear-” she mumbles in warning.

“Actually, Mama had to do something in town with Prudence and Phillipa,” Penelope says. Edmund’s hand balls into a fist beneath her hand.

“So you were home by yourself?” he asks. Penelope nods, then suddenly her face splits into a grin that cracks right through Violet’s heart.

“But now I get to spend time with all of you. It’s a wish come true!”

“Oh Penelope, we are so happy to spend your birthday with you. What an honor,” Violet says, her eyes stinging.

Penelope blushes and then is finally pulled away by an eager Eloise.

“That witch,” Edmund says under his breath when the girls are far enough away.

“Hush now dear, she will hear you. That little girl is much too perceptive,” Violet mumbles.

“I can’t believe she would leave her daughter-” Edmund stops as Penelope looks back at them.

“I know dear. I know. Let me call down to the cook, I’m sure we can whip together, at the very least, a cake for the girl-”

“And a hat!” Edmund interrupts.

“A birthday hat!”

“Yes!”

“A marvelous idea!”

“I’ll get the gems!”

“I’ll get the ribbons!”

“It will be the best birthday hat ever!”

“Yes! Yes! We will make it with the girls!”

“Girls, get Daphne upstairs, we are going to start a little project…” Edmund begins.

…………………………………

Hours later, much later than Edmund has ever allowed Penelope to stay, with so much cake and cream in their stomachs that they could burst, the three young girls and the viscount and viscountess, stand in front of Bridgerton house, not quite prepared to bring Penelope back home. Daphne, though not quite as close to Penelope as Eloise, is twirling one of Penelope’s red curls in her fingers. Edmund smiles, as Penelope protectively clutches her hat close to her head. It’s some of his finest work, the foam filled with as many doodles as he could fit. Edmund rubs up and down Violet’s arms as she shivers. It is a particularly windy day. The tails of his waist coat keep wrapping and unwrapping themselves from around his knees.

The sky is beautiful, as it had rained earlier. It was a bright pink and orange with streaks of purple in it. His wife is laughing at something the girls said but he has shut off his ears so that he can let this memory settle into his bones. Families could bring so much joy, it was something he couldn’t have even imagined when he was a child.

It is Colin Bridgerton, who first gallops through Edmund’s reverie, returning from the trip the three Bridgerton boys left for this morning into the next town over. Edmund is prepared to scold his third son for riding so far in front of his older brothers when he sees, by the look on Anthony’s face, that it would be redundant. Instead, Edmund settles on a displeased, fatherly look. That is, until he sees the yellow ribbon trailing off of Penelope’s birthday hat just above his head. Seems like she has lost her grip on the thing and it is now twirling, rather elegantly in the wind.

“My hat!” Penelope explains, and Edmund rushes forward to grab her shoulders so that she doesn’t run after the hat and into the path of the quickly galloping horse. He’s so busy trying to prevent the young girl from hurting herself that he isn’t quick enough to stop the hat from smacking Colin in the middle of his face. Time stops as Colin’s hands instinctively go up to remove the hat from his face but with no hand on the reins, he falls backward. Edmund hears Violet gasp. He exhales. Colin falls into the muddy ground beneath him.

There’s a pause before all of the Bridgertons rush forward.

“Colin! We told you not to race in front of us!” Anthony yells, half angry, half panicked. He jumps off of his horse, quickly looking at Edmund, surely to see if Edmund would be cross with him for allowing his younger brother to get hurt. However, Edmund has no time to reassure his eldest as he is looking over Colin for any wounds, cradling his third son’s head in his palms.

“Are you okay boy? Did you hurt yourself? Edmund asks frantically.

“Oh I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. I just lost my grip and the wind-” Edmund distantly hears Penelope’s voice, finding himself once again, thanking the heavens for picking such a good partner as he hears Violet reassuring the young girl while he focuses his attention on his son. Edmund is running his hands down Colin’s arms, checking for broken limbs when, to his surprise. Colin starts laughing.

“Well, that wasn’t very well done of me, was it?” Colin asks, using a very gentle voice as he looks past Edmund at Penelope who is nearly in tears. The birthday girl sniffles, her eyes glossy.

“It was my fault. I’m so sorry-” Penelope says, and Edmund hates the way her voice trembles, as if they’d scold her for such a clear accident.

“It was no trouble! Really! I am fine,” Colin says, looking at the hat in his hands. “Say! This is a birthday hat!” Colin says, then looks at his father for confirmation. Edmund nods at him, with a small smile.

“Miss…”

“Featherington,” Penelope finishes, her voice, tremulous but significantly less scared.

“Miss Featherington! Why, you’re Eloise’s friend!” Colin exclaims, jumping to his feet as if he hadn’t just fallen off his horses. Edmund is amused by the way he brushes imaginary dirt off of Penelope’s hat even though he has held it dutifully in his hands for the entirety of his fall.

Penelope doesn’t say anything and Edmund watches as her big eyes bounce around Colin’s face, her cheeks immediately turning pink. She fiddles with her hair a little. Edmund looks at Violet, who is already looking at him, mirroring his amused look.

“Is it your birthday?” Colin asks. Penelope nods.

“Sorry for causing you such a fright,” Colin says, and hands Penelope her hat. Penelope takes a second too long to reach for the hat. “I know how I can make it up to you!”

Edmund looks at his boy, wondering what he’s up to. Colin pulls a small parcel from his pocket.

“I got this piece of fudge from town today,” Colin says, then quickly turns to his father to ask permission for what he’s about to do. Edmund’s heart explodes at the determined look in his boy’s eyes. He places a hand on Colin’s head, so filled with pride he almost feels his body ascend to the sky. Colin smiles brightly at him, returning his attention to Penelope. “You can have it. Everyone deserves a treat on their birthday!”

Violet looks at Edmund, tears in her eyes, surely a symptom of being so early into her pregnancy. Penelope hesitates, wedging her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Go on then Penelope,” Violet says, encouraging Penelope with a couple of pats between the little girl’s shoulder blades.

“Thank you,” Penelope says softly as she gently and cautiously takes the parcel from Colin’s hands, as if he’d snatch it away at any minute.

………………………………….

Edmund Bridgerton would hate her, Penelope thinks. If he were still alive, he would hate her. Or maybe he hates her now, if feelings like hatred were allowed beyond the gates of heaven, where she is sure the late viscount resides.

She twirls the birthday hat in her hand once, then twice, before putting it in the box she keeps Colin’s letters in and pushing it under her bed. She stores all the love she’s received in her life in here.

In an eleven inch by eleven inch box under her bed.

[cosmignon]

Welcome to another installment of drawing The Stardust Scouts lineups, join me in 2025 when I redesign their uniforms again!

In seriousness though, I've been meaning to give them proper civilian clothes for a while, and thought I might as well have nice references prepared <3

Commission Info is in my Pinned Post!

Full Image ID below the cut:

ID #1: Savannah Walter (she/her), Tabitha Brooks (she/her he/him), Wendy Hatter (she/her), and Penny Vasquez (any pronouns) (accepts she/her most times). Savannah is a fat black woman with a hand to her hip and an astronomy book in the other hand. She has short coily hair, gold glasses, a purple button up with a diamond argyle pattern, a short black shirt, black loafers and socks. Tabitha is a thin white guy with both hands behind his head as he stands with a foot behind his leg. He has short brown hair, a black jacket on top of a grey shirt with a gear logo, ripped blue jeans, and white cleated shoes. Wendy is a muscular black woman with her hand raised to wave at the camera. She has brown braided hair dyed blonde, a silky green top, a floral patterened skirt, and sandals. Penny is a chubby light skinned lady holding up her hands in peace signs. She has short red hair, bi hair clips, alien earrings, an oversized red sweater saying "Cherry Cute", abstract shape leggings, and black boots. End ID. ID #2: Ace Scout Diamonds, Ace Scout Spades, Ace Scout Hearts, and Ace Scout Clubs. Diamonds is a fat black woman wearing a purple and gold uniform with a hairband, visor, diamond earrings, a dress, matching leggings and fingerless gloves, and roller skates. Spades is a white guy wearing a blue and gold uniform with spades earrings, a dark top, lighter pants ripped at the knees, fingerless gloves, a split cape, and roller skates. Hearts is a muscular black woman wearing a green and gold uniform with heart earrings, a leotard, tights, fingerless gloves, a long ribbon draped around her shoulders, and rollerskates. Clubs is a chubby light skinned lady wearing a red and gold uniform with hairclips, clubs earrings, a dress witha poofy petticoat, matching leggings and fingerless gloves, and rollerskates. All four of them have matching design elements like their emblems on their uniforms, color coded eyes and hair, and sparkles in their hair and on their skin. End ID.

[imagine-darksiders]

Small snippet of the beginning of that Bowser & Reader fic I'm working on because I crave validation and can't wait to get this whole thing out to you guys <3

[Y/n meets Bowser Junior after startling him so badly, he fell off a bench]

Without thinking too hard on it, you click your tongue and reach a hand out for him again, murmuring, “Here, let me see...”

You feel him flinch underneath your fingers as they alight gently on his chubby, yellow cheek. But rather than wrenching himself away from you, his whole body stiffens in an instant, his eyes bulging out whilst you turn his head to one side and lean forwards, inspecting the dome of his skull.

To your relief, the only sign of damage is a small patch of grit sticking to his scales, picked up from the dusty, stone ground.

Tutting to yourself, you pull the sleeve of your dress down over a thumb and wet it with your tongue before returning your free hand to the back of his head. “Hold still,” you instruct him, though the request seems redundant in hindsight, given that he's as rigid as the stone under your shoes.

Careful as can be, you sweep your thumb over the grit and wipe it away to reveal the tiny, thankfully unbroken scales beneath. Then, once satisfied, you draw away and return your hands to your lap, offering the stunned stranger your most amicable smile.

“There. No scrapes or bumps in sight. I think you'll survive.”

Thick, auburn eyebrows twist up in confusion as he turns to face you again, cocking his head and regarding you as if you've sprouted an extra pair of arms.

Even kneeling, you're still an inch or so taller than he is standing up.

All of a sudden, you find a clawed fingertip jabbing at the air just in front of your nose as he jumps back to put another inch or two of space between you, his little tail held high and alert.

“Just who the heck do you think you are, lady!?” he demands in a shrill, raucous voice, “You can't go around sneaking up on people like that! I could'a blasted you!”

Caught off guard, but pleased that he seems fine, you lean away from his finger and splay your hand across your chest, feigning an impressed look. “Goodness! I suppose I should be counting my lucky stars.”

“Yeah! You should!” he readily harrumphs, withdrawing his arm and folding them across his chest, turning his snout away from you again.

Evidently snubbed, you muscle down a grin for the sake of his pride. You must have startled him more than he'd care to admit, if the embarrassed pinch of his lips is any indication.

After a few seconds, he twists his nose towards you once more, his dark eyes flitting up and down as he gives you a fleeting once-over.

“Who are you anyway?” he demands, “I don't recognise you.”

Amused by his informality, you offer him a patient smile and reply, “I'd be surprised if you did. I'm afraid I'm not a frequenter of the Mushroom Kingdom. This is my first visit, in fact. I've sailed here from across the ocean.”

At that, his brows quirk up in intrigue and he drops his arms to his sides. “Sailed across the ocean?” he asks with the barest hint of awe softening his tone. Then, all at once, his eyes grow exceptionally wide and he excitedly blurts, “Are you a pirate!”

Letting out a good-natured laugh, you say, “Sadly, no. No. Piracy is not in my job description.”

To your surprise, he looks downcast at the admission, but in the next moment, he perks up again and points at you, his claw just inches from your nose. “What's your name!?” he all but barks.

Dimly, you wonder if anyone has told him that pointing is rude.

Clearing your throat, you reply, “My name is Y/n.” Then, after a pause, you add, “And, you are...?”

Puffing out his chest, he plants one hand firmly on his hip and jams the opposite thumb against his chest, striking a dignified pose.

“Name's Junior!” he declares with all the confidence of a venerated dignitary, “Bowser Junior!”

[claimedcrossbows]

The Deal (Bakugou One Shot)

Bakugou x Reader MHA 362 Spoilers/ Character Death!

Angst, Romance, Drama / Inspired by MHA 362 & Kate Bush Running Up That Hill

-

When you were 13 years old you knew you weren’t destined for great things.

“Look at this fatty!” A boy teased throwing some mud at you as he and his friends stood by and laughed.

“What a loser.” One of the girls next to him cackled.

“W-why can’t you just leave me alone?” You asked through watery eyes and shaky breaths as you tried to wipe the mud that now layed splattered across your face off.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” The boy mocked back in a high pitched voice as he grabbed some more mud and chucked it at you.

You dodged and tried backing away from your bullies but found your back up against the jungle gym with no where left to hide.

It was a rainy day so there wasn’t anyone out with their kids, no parents to intervene, just you and the bullies that had followed you here realizing that this was a grand opportunity to harass you more.

Because the entire school day just wasn’t enough.

“It’s not our fault your so lame.” Another voice in the group quipped.

The leader of the group approached you grabbing your hair before you even had time to protest, you yelped in surprise as your eyes met his, the rain doing very little to wash the harsh look off of his face as he tugged on your hair.

“Your nothing but a cheater!” He hissed giving your hair another tug.

“I-I didn’t cheat it was a fair game!” You protested trying so hard not to cry at his harsh pulls.

“Liar!” He said giving your hair another especially hard tug, you were sure some of your hair must’ve come out.

“L-Look, let’s-let’s make a deal!” You squeaked out threw watery eyes as your tried to get the boys fist out of your hair.

The boys face twisted into one of confusion as he looked back towards his friends and then back at you, he pulled your head closer to his as he harshly spat at you, “What kind of deal?”

-

Your quirk was a interesting one to say the least.

But it definitely reflected your family perfectly, you see your family was made up of a group of compulsive gamblers and actual con men. Your dad was a professional gambler, spent his whole life wagering the families funds on a game of chance until he eventually lost most of our families money which eventually lead to us living with my uncle who is also…yep you guessed it, a compulsive gambler.

Your mother wasn’t much better..actually she might’ve been worse. Casinos bored her and she had her eyes on bigger goals as a con woman. Though she didn’t do all the usual conman moves, she was more of a seductress, luring men to follow her considering how gorgeous she was was asboslutely no problem. Next thing the poor soul’s knew they were out of their money.

You however were not a gifted gambler as the rest of my family, and you weren’t exactly a looker either, you were shy, non charismatic, a bit on the chubby side, but your heart was always in the right place.

You remember when you first became a teenager and your mother sitting you down in her room while she got dressed for the night and telling you.

“Y/N, you might not be a knock out, or a jack of trades..but you have a very kind face and a warm smile to match.” She said as she put on her favorite cherry lipstick.

And you think that was her way of a compliment.

You knew then..you weren’t destined for greatnest..at least not in this family where everyone gets the luck of the draw, and serves out diamonds like their going out of style.

So when you came up to your family and told them you wanted to be a hero instead of a gambler or a con man, they hardly batted an eye.

And when you did get into UA and eventually you had to move into the dorms, you don’t even think they noticed you were gone, you were just one less mouth to feed, and more money in their pocket so they could gamble.

You never did have the luck of the draw your quirk never exactly favoring you in any particular way..But you prayed with everything you had in you that lady luck would be on your side just this once.

You were so far from him yet you found yourself running closer and closer to the situation at hand, and all you could think in your head was.

“Please-Please Please take the deal Bakugou.” You said it over and over again in your head until you finally reached the disastrous scene yourself.

And what you saw nearly made you vomit.

Bakugou was layed flat out on the ground bloody and torn, his arm was crushed and bent into a shape you didn’t even think was possible, next to him what looked like to be some sort of card layed by his hand, and then you finally worked up the courage to actually look at his face.

The gorgeous face that you had always admired from the moment you saw him on TV that day at home declaring he was going to be the winner of the sports festival with almost all the confidence in the world is the day you decided you wanted to be a hero.

You remembered that day fondly.

-

“Can you turn off the TV? I’m trying to get this trick right.” Your dad mumbled fiddling with his deck of cards at the dining table.

“It’s the Sports festival dad, I gotta see this, I might be joining their class soon.” You spoke up surprised at your own resilience, usually you tried not to make waves and stayed out of your families way as much as possible since you were such a misfit.

“Well could you at least turn it down? That Blonde kid’s really got a mouth on him.” Your dad complained as you looked at the screen to see who exactly it was talking.

Katsuki Bakugou.

“I Pledge that I’ll be number one.” He started gaining a lot of shocked looks and outrage in response.

But you looked at his face, and you could just tell, he was absolutely serious.

This kid had all the confidence in the world, and that’s when you also decided, you wanted to be by his side even if it killed you.

Because maybe just maybe, some of that confidence would rub off on you.

-

That face the one you admired and loved for so long was burned, covered in blood, his ruby eyes staring at nothing but death as you held back a sob in your throat.

You shook your head and looked around at everyone else of the battle field, Mirio, Tamaki, Mirko, Nejire, Monoma, Aizawa..everyone wore the same shocked, angry, colorless faces.

And you knew that you had to be the one to do something, because you were his only hope at this point.

You took a shaky breath and took his lifeless hand and activated your quirk a soft whisper that you were sure no one else could hear not even Shigaraki who stood far away yet still way to close for comfort, you prayed he didn’t come after you too, Atleast not until you had saved Bakugou.

“Let’s make a deal.” You softly said.

-

You had never tried to make a deal with someone who was practically declared dead at this point, but you were definitely gonna try.

You however wasn’t expecting to be transported out of your body into wherever the heck you currently were.

It was an open field, it was cloudy and the rain was slowly making its way down with little sounds of thunder accompanying it.

“I really did always hate the rain.” A voice suddenly said catching your attention.

You turned and was met with Bakugou.

You gasped at his appearance, he wasn’t bloodied or bruised, his arm wasn’t crushed, his face..wasn’t all scarred and bloody, instead his face was its usual pretty self, and he wore his UA uniform with his tie perfectly fixed.

He looked absolutely ethereal.

“Bakugou?” You said so quietly and with so much uncertainty.

“What are you doing here Y/N?” He said hands in pockets as he approached you.

You were so caught of guard with his overall appearance, you almost forgot that situation at hand, that this wasn’t a reality, this was nothing more than the calm before the storm and the fact that as we spoke he was somewhere on the brink of absolute death.

“I came to make a deal.” You said trying to stir some of your confidence up.

He looked around, and then back at you a confused expression circiling his face, “A deal? Ain’t I dead?” He said then paused his eyes widening. “Don’t tell me you died too Y/N!” He said fear enthralling his usual steady tone.

“No i’m okay..but your not dead yet..completely..Your heart just stopped seconds ago, there’s still a small window before your dead and I was able to activate my quirk just in time.”You quickly explained knowing you didn’t have much time.

You took a breath, “Do you wanna hear about the deal i’m making?” You asked looking at his face shift into one of bewilderment.

“Curisoity is the first step.” You could hear your father say. “Get them curious and soon you’ll have them eating out of your hand.”

“What kind of deal?” He asked red eyes locked on yours.

“It’s a good one.” You assured holding out your hand. “One that’ll save you and bring you back.” You said giving him a smile.

“All you gotta do is take it.” You said still holding your hand for him to take.

His eyes narrowed at your shaky hand and then back up at you, “What are the terms?” He asked.

“Lie.” Your dads voice echoed once again. “Lie, Lie, and Lie some more, their amateurs at these games, lure them into a false pretense and when all is said and done, you’ll come out on top.”

“No terms..all you gotta do is say you accept the deal.” You said in your most positive tone, your most sly tone, the tone you had practiced over and over again in the mirror since you were a child, the one that would gain trust, only to stab them in the back time and time again.

“That sounds shady as hell Y/n.” He said his usual inquisitive side rearing its ugly head once again.

You never once tried to play games with Katsuki Bakugou for numerous reasons, one he was so explosive when it came to winning, two he was way to smart for his own good, trying to con anything out of Katsuki Bakugou was like trying to find water in hell.

It just wasn’t happening.

But this time it had to work, there were no other options.

“It’s true, I can’t tell you the exact conditions of the deal, my quirk is based off of trust and pure luck.” You explained.

Your quirk was : Deal

A quirk which allows the person to make numerous deals at any given moment that benefits both the user and the opponent, if the deal is accepted fate is tipped on the opponents side, if the deal is rejected the deal is off and both the user and enemy is unfazed. There’s also a sub quirk called 50/50 in case the quirk user doesn’t want to make a deal but still wants a gamble may flip a coin and their chances of winning the battle or argument is 50/50. On rare occasion this quirk user may also be able to bring bad luck or good luck on their on free will, but it greatly decreases their chances on good luck in the future.

And that was your quirk, one of pure luck.

You had no control of what exactly would happen once you posed the deal, you could only try to make it as sweet a deal as possible to sway the opponent, the only negative is you couldn’t explain the deal to any of your opponents, they just had to trust you, which is a lot easier said than done.

“How can I accept a deal with no terms and conditions?” He questioned his tone annoyed and a bit weary.

You shook your head feeding off his own annoyance, “Do you wanna die Bakugou!?” You finally snapped.

He looked shocked at your outburst but soon shook his head, “OF COURSE NOT, BUT I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE HELL THIS IS!?” He shouted back.

“Midoriya can’t do this without you, I can’t do this without you Bakugou! The world is in a state of emergency and your just gonna clock out and leave us here!?” You rasped feeling tears spill down your face. “Just take the frickin deal and come back!” You said putting your hand out more aggressively and huge clap of thunder followed be a streak of lightning filling the sky.

It was silent for a moment before you could hear him come closer to you until you suddenly felt both his hands on your shoulders. “If I take the deal..what happens to you?” He asked quietly.

You looked up at him in shock, that’s what he was worried about?

Not the deal itself?

But you?

”What do you mean?” You asked wiping your tears.

He released your shoulders and looked down, “If I take the deal..what the hell happens to you?” He asked his voice shaking.

Bakugou Katsuki was way too smart for his own good, way to observant, and more shockingly..way too kind.

It was true, you had never made a deal this big before, you weren’t even sure if the deal would be accepted by the dealers of fate, but you were holding on to your families policy, always take the gamble.

Because even if its a slight chance, there’s still a chance.

“I-I’ll-It’s a good deal Katsuki.” You said finally sighing watching his face distort into one of pure anguish.

“No…” He whispered.

You looked up at him stunned.

“What?” Your eyes widened.

“ I said no..” He repeated.

“Kat-”

“I’m not taking no damn shady ass deal that hurts the people I care about!” His voice stern and pained.

You could see the walls of the meadow start to deteriorate and you knew the deal was fading as a voice suddenly echoed across the rain and thunder.

“The Deal Has Been Denied.” A voice echoed as you shook your head frantically.

The Deal Makers were here.

“NO - NO WAIT!” You yelled looking up at the sky crumbling to pieces, and then back at Bakugou who didn’t looked fazed at all with what was happening.

“BAKUGOU SAY YOU WERE LYING, SAY YOU WANNA TAKE THE DEAL!” You cried grabbing his hand for him to shake.

His head hung low towards the ground as he refused to shake your hand to solidify the deal. “If I take the deal.” He started gaining your attention.

You nodded, whatever he was gonna say you’d accept, he had to take this deal, whatever the condition, whatever he wanted you’d give it to him. Your health? He could have it. Your quirk? He could have it. All the money you’d save up since you were old enough to count money? He could have it.

Just take the deal.

“If I take the deal, I want to go out with you.” He said.

Your heart shattered.

“E-xcuse me” You said voice in complete disbelief.

“I said I wanna go out with you, damn are you deaf?” He stressed.

“I- I don’t understand?” You said.

“Really? I thought you’d be jumping through the roof, considering your crush on me.” He said finally looking back up at you with that same confidence that made you fall in love with him in the first place.

“Who-who told you that?” You gasped.

“No one had to tell me shit, I ain’t dense like dunce face.” He said almost playfully.

You would’ve laughed if this situation wasn’t so sad.

“Y/N…I apologized to Izuku, but I never really apologized to you.” He started.

You shook your head still not understanding what it was he was going on about, from the time you had come to know Bakugou Katsuki you and he weren’t exactly friends, but it wasn’t because you didn’t try, hell you were in love with him when you first saw him on the TV that day. But any time you tried to vocalize that or do things that showed how much you actually cared for him..he just shook you off and kept going as if you didn’t exist.

And you didn’t hate him for it, you understood that somebody like you, somebody who wasn’t the lucky one of the family, wasn’t the attractive one in the family, one who wasn’t the slimmest or the most bold would never land someone as pretty, smart, and strong as Bakugou. And that was okay, because if you could just stand by his side, that would be enough for you.

“Apologize?” You questioned.

“I brushed you off..thought you were some weird fan girl.” He admitted.

Is that how you came across?

I mean you were, but you didn’t think it was that obvious.

“All the homemade gifts, and baked goods you presented to Mina, Kaminari, Sero, Kirishima were all just excuses to give them to me right?” He asked you.

You couldn’t say anything, and he knew it.

“The days I would run early in the morning and surprisingly stumble upon you on the jogging trail…those weren’t accidents either.” He stated.

You shook your head, “Bakugou.”

“And that time you ate a whole carolina reaper pepper to impress me and nearly died, you don’t like spicy food at all do you?” He said softly looking at your now tear stained face.

“Why can’t you just take the deal?” You interrupted through your now anguished cries.

“You know why.” He said.

“What do you wana hear from me Bakugou? That it won’t hurt me? That it doesn’t hurt me? Because-Because you know it doesn’t hurt.” You cried and warm arms suddenly engulfing you in a warm embrace.

“It would hurt me.” He whispered hugging you tightly.

The meadow was crumbling down all around you now and he released you a small smile making its way on his face.

“You’ll be okay.” He said.

“We won’t- I won’t.” You protested heavily feeling yourself start to fade out.

“Tell everyone i’m sorry.” He said, “And tell Izuku..he better be number one.”

You tried to reach out to him but your hand just went right through and the reality was finally settling in. This was it.

“And Y/N..never lose that smile..it’s actually a pretty good one.” He said finally.

And just like that he vanished, the deal was broken, and you were sent right back into the reality, the reality that Bakugou was gone..and once again..you were out of luck.

When you returned to the real world full of ashes and decay and the body of your friend and crush beside you, you saw that Izuku had finally arrived and the look on his face at the scene before you, sent chills up and down your spine.

“Kaachan?” He stuttered eyes wide with disbelief as he looked from Bakugou to you for some sort of explanation.

“Midoriya..”You cried, “I-I tried..but-but he wouldn’t take the deal..he wouldn’t take it.” You explained through shaky breaths as the rain slowly started to pour.

-

Hey guys hope you enjoyed this little One Shot, I think I’m gonna write an alternative ending to this, a happier one. But I heard what had happened, and then I remembered this song, and I was like I got to do a one shot for this. I haven’t written in a while actually, but I hope it turned out okay.

[dreaminlittlenightmares]

How did all the antagonists, including the comic characters, look like as kids?

If anyone wants to draw these, go right ahead! I skipped the Pretender for this since she’s still a kid

The Maw

the Janitor: Not too different from how he looks now, except his face didn't sag. Long noodle arms, stubby legs, peach fuzz hair the Twin Chefs: Both were round and chubby, and usually wore the same clothes to confuse everyone the Lady: A spitting replica of Six, but with longer and straighter hair. She always had a serious look on her face the Granny: She looked like the Raincoat Girl, but with very short, red-brownish hair. She liked to dressed in tomboy-ish clothes

Pale City

the Hunter: Scrapes and cuts everywhere, especially on his knees and elbows. Had really long hair to cover his face the Teacher: Always had short hair, even as a child. Liked to wear hair clips or little ribbons, and usually wore a school girl uniform the Doctor: Looked like a chubby caterpillar, and always wore knee height shorts and shiny, black shoes the Thin Man: I mean...

The Nest

the Craftsman: Had ridiculously long, blonde hair and everyone mistaken him for a girl. He was always in his wheelchair and mostly wore jumpers the Butler: Very much looked liked Mob from Mob Psycho, bowl cut and all. Dressed formally

Extras

the Ferryman: Actually looked liked a normal child, but with butter-yellow skin. Wore clothes too big for him the Mirror Man: A short boy that ALWAYS wore a bow tie, regardless if the outfit needed it or not. Thinks he had short brown hair... the North Wind: A black wisp of smoke

[bkdk-n-tasty]

This is a test to see if I can use the read more feature via mobile and to see how far I can push written smut 👀 this is already posted on my twt & ao3

Cw; age gap (Kt is 36 & Dk is 19), #ktdk , accidentally caught feelings, su//gar da//ddy!Katsuki, chubby fem!Izuku, attempt SA, height gap (Kt is 6’6 & Dk is 4’9), self doubt!,

Izuku bit her lip as she entered the very professional, very high collar office building. She totally didn’t fit in, she wore a baby pink soft jacket with a white almost see through tub top that didn’t hide any of her cleavage or her soft rolls, and only in here did she feel like her hot pink skirt might be too short or that her white heels might be too tall.

No, she thought to herself as she walked to the front desk. Kacchan said to come at lunch time. He wanted her there. She was good enough for this. For him.

Izuku gave the pretty receptionist a friendly smile, only now was she self conscious as she heard her accent, “I’m looking for Kacchan? I mean Katsuki Bakugou. He works here.”

Her stupid accent made her sound like everything she said was a question! She hated it, hated how childish she felt. But she was a child compared to this beautiful woman who smiled back at her. That woman had to think that this was a mistake!

“Please give me a minute, I’ll see if he’s in,” The woman said turning and picking up the phone at her desk.

He’s here! I know he is! He literally just texted me! Izuku wanted to say but she held onto her small puffy white purse that hung over her shoulder and nodded. She glanced around, she’d felt stares...

As soon as she glanced around people looked away. She had gotten used to looks, but it still made her anxious...Izuku had...she brought it on herself, she wanted to be a sugar baby and she knew it would draw stares and unwanted attention. She was used to some of it but not all of it.

“Oh! Okay, I’ll send her up,” Izuku heard the receptionist say, making her look back at the woman. She hung up the phone, and even with her cool and schooled features Izuku could see the doubt or was it something else in her gaze?

“Bakugou-san is on floor 15, you’ll go to the first desk and ask for him there,” She instructed as she handed Izuku a temporary badge. Izuku didn’t miss the odd look the woman gave at seeing her long manicured nails. Izuku nodded and thanked the woman before heading to the elevator.

Izuku sighed to herself as she swiped the badge against the scanner that operated the elevator. She only took a breath of relief as the elevator closed and hid her from the prying eyes.

‘I’m heading up daddy! The receptionist lady was really pretty ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ~♡︎ ‘

Izuku sent as she waited in the elevator. She smiled to herself as she saw the check mark notifying that he read it though he didn’t text back. He didn’t really like texting but he humored her and would read her messages whenever she sent them.

Izuku swallowed nervously as the elevator stopped before her floor and two men stepped in. She moved further back but it wasn’t like she could hide as their gazes travelled her body.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing here?” The one man asked as he didn’t hesitate to get closer as the door closed.

“Are you coming to keep someone company? Why don’t you forget them and come with us instead?” The other man said as he cornered Izuku from the other side.

“I’m sorry, I think you got the wrong idea,” Izuku crossed her arms as if that would hide her body.

“Nah, I think we got the right one,” the first laughed as he made a lewd gesture, “Come on. We will keep you more than happy, huh?”

“I bet you were hired by one of the stuffy old creeps. We’re young, we have to be better looking than,” the other started as he grabbed at Izuku’s wrist, she jerked away and that annoyed him. “Stop fighting! You clearly wanted something like this to happen, you’re dressed like that!”

“Stop! Please! I don’t want this!” Izuku yelled just as the elevator doors opened on her floor. Izuku was beyond happy to find someone on the other side! It was a woman with blond messy double buns who’s smile soured the moment she saw what was happening.

“Ah-hem,” She said loudly startling the two men. “I suggest you two letting go of miss Bakugou if you don’t want to be disposed of.”

“B-Bakugou?” The one that wasn’t touching Izuku stammered. He tapped his knuckles against the other man’s bicep as he paled. “Dude let go, we really don’t want to get on his bad side.”

The second man was braver, or dumber Izuku wasn’t sure. He gripped her wrist tighter.

“That’s a shitty bluff! Everyone knows Bakugou has no interest in things like her,” the second man sneered rudely. The way he referred to Izuku as a thing rather than a person made her stomach sour. The blond woman didn’t say anything just closed the space and her knuckles met the man’s nose.

Izuku let out a squeak of a yell as she heard the sickening crunch of the man’s nose breaking, his face twist and blood splattering across her shirt and jacket. The moment the man’s grip loosened Izuku darted out past Toga-san!

Even though Izuku couldn’t see Himiko’s face she knew the older woman was giving a deadly glare by the way the two men pressed against the far wall, the one holding his bloody nose in his hands.

“Understand you are no longer employed here. I suggest you collect your belongings and exit before I send a guard to force you out,” Himiko’s voice was terrifyingly cold. She spun and headed towards Izuku, carefully sliding an arm around the much smaller woman. Only in her heels was Izuku almost eye level with the older woman. Izuku was shaking as Himiko led Izuku through the floor and towards Katsuki’s office.

If Izuku wasn’t so scared she would have appreciated how her lover looked behind the desk, wearing that dark crimson red suit that made his ruby eyes glint like real gemstones. The moment he saw Izuku and the fact that blood was splattered across her front he stood up and stormed towards them. Himiko pulled her arm away and stepped back to let Katsuki take the small fragile woman into his own embrace.

“What happened?” Katsuki’s voice boomed.

“A lackey thought he was allowed to touch Izuku. I told him to let go and he didn’t so I did exactly what you’d want me to,” Himiko said evenly. “I already fired him but I can retrieve his information if you want to further punish him?”

“Do that, run to the store and get Izuku a new outfit,” Katsuki said as he pulled back and surveyed the woman in front of him. His features darkening with unspoken rage boiling inside of him. His tone softened as he tilted her head up, “I’m sorry. I should’ve greeted you in the lobby.”

Izuku shook her head as tears rolled down her pink cheeks. “I-I...should’ve worn something classier here! I look-“

“Beautiful. You look fucking beautiful Izuku,” Katsuki cut her off sharply as he leaned down and kissed her cheek, his hands moving down to hold her hips. His words were hot on her neck as he spoke sweetly, “I was careless and let you travel by yourself. I should have known my beautiful emerald would draw ugly attention.”

Izuku swallowed, her heart racing for a whole different reason than fear as the older man’s words warmed her from the inside. “Kacchan.”

“I couldn’t help but want to see you,” Katsuki’s lips were at the crook of her neck and shoulder, his hands only moving away from her hips as to pull the blood stained jacket off her. He leaned back and licked his lips, he could see the rosy pink bra that barely contained her soft breasts through that thin shirt.

“Kacchan, don’t stare,” Izuku softly whined as she went to move her arms up to cover herself.

Izuku knew she was silly for being self conscious, especially in front of Katsuki who loved and adored her for both her personality and her body. He had been the one to seek her out through so many sugar babies in the whole city.

He grasped hold of her wrists, unlike the way the other man had this felt good. “You look so fucking beautiful, princess,” Katsuki cooed softly, the use of her nickname made her heart pound in her chest and warmth spread through her core. “Is it okay, if we do it here?”

Izuku flushed and fought the urge to look away, knowing her sugar daddy would only tease her body until she knew her lesson once more. “Yes, daddy. It’s okay.”

He smiled as he leaned in and reached back tearing the flimsy shirt easily down the seem. Izuku would pout later but knew the shirt was ruined with the man’s blood regardless. Those warm hands splayed and easily covered most of her back, and it sent desire straight to her cunt the way his hands touched her. Katsuki pulled away, holding her pretty bra in one of his hands so she stood there completely bare chested.

“Look at you, so fucking beautiful,” He cooed softly as he set the bra down on his desk, leaning against it as he crooked a finger to motion her to him.

“You think so?” Izuku asked shyly as she moved towards him. Those huge hands catching hold of her breast, even they weren’t big enough to hold all of her.

“I know so,” Katsuki answered, softly rubbing them. It was obvious he loved her chest, he was the reason her nipples were so sensitive that just brushing them with his thumbs made her moan sweetly.

Without being asked, slowly Izuku moved down, staying stable on her high heels she met his gaze as she unzipped his slacks.

“This is the real reason you couldn’t wait till after work to see me, isn’t it?” She teased as she pulled his hard cock out of his pants. Those long delicate fingers wrapping around, purposely letting her nails tease along his cock as she stroked it lovingly. She wondered if the pretty receptionist would think about getting longer nails if she knew that her boss liked them.

“Mm,” Katsuki let out a low growl, a delicious sound that made it hard for Izuku not to ruin her pretty thong. “I couldn’t stop thinking about how passionately you rode my cock this morning as I dropped you off at your uni.”

Izuku chuckled softly as she softly kissed the tip of his cock, so red and angry, it was so cute! “I couldn’t help it, you woke me up with that mouth of yours!”

Katsuki probably was about to say something back but he couldn’t form any words as her mouth opened and his cock slid into her silky soft mouth.

“Fuck,” he managed out breathlessly as the young woman swallowed his cock all the way down to the base. She still held his cock, only now with her index finger and thumb, though it didn’t wrap completely around it would keep her drool from staining his dark pants.

Izuku loved the feeling of her lover’s thick cock filling her throat. Her gaze catching his as she moved her head, slurping and sucking his cock, twirling her tongue along the veins that ran through his cock. Her mouth was delightfully sinful.

“You’re doing so good,” Katsuki praised as he reached down and pulled her hair free from the ponytail she had finger brushed it into this morning. Those green curls falling and framing her beautiful face making her the image of true beauty in his eyes.

Katsuki watched the woman’s breasts bounce as she moved feverishly, sucking his cock like it was the tastiest thing in the world. He twisted his fingers into those soft curls though he didn’t dictate her speed he still tugged it like she mentioned she liked. The soft moan that vibrated around his cock was definitely an indication that she enjoyed it.

“I’m going to cum, baby, if you keep sucking me like that,” Katsuki groaned, his breath coming shorter as his climax neared. Fuck he never lasted long when she sucked his cock like her life depended on it.

Izuku slurped his cock before letting it pop out of her mouth, she dragged her hand up and down his cock with her nails teasing him. “Cum for me Kacchan,” Izuku moaned as she slid her other arm down below her chest and made them look perkier. “Cover my titties in your hot cum, daddy~” she cooed lewdly, so unlike the sweet and innocent way she normally talked.

A soft moan escaped her pretty pink lips as hot sticky cum splattered across her chest and mouth in thick ropes. He made quite the mess of her chest and his cock still had the audacity to stay hard under her teasing nails.

Katauki pulled Izuku up and didn’t hesitate to lay her across his desk, pushing her skirt up and tugging her thin sparkly pink thong to the side so he could push his cock deep inside of her wet pussy.

“Ah! Kacchan! So big!” Izuku moaned as Katsuki’s cock buried itself inside of her. Her hands moved to her lower stomach, smiling up at Katsuki, “your cock is so deep inside me!”

Katsuki chuckled as he trailed his hands along her legs that framed his hips.

“You love when I’m deep in you, hm?” He teased as he rocked his hips fast, those ruby eyes watching the way her soft body bounced with his thrusts. He fucking loved the way her body moved as he fucked her.

“I do! I love when Kacchan fucks me deep! Ah! And so hard!” Izuku moaned, Katsuki’s cock was Izuku’s biggest weakness. Or was it his mouth that could make her weak in the knees without even touching her. “Please Kacchan! Ah! Don’t stop!”

He pulled one of her legs up so he could kiss her ankle, Katsuki loved when she wore her heels that still didn’t make her tall enough to even kiss him on her own.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” Katsuki’s words came out hard and heavy as he fucked into her rougher, making her squeal with unbridled pleasure. Katsuki took both her ankles and spread her legs further apart, splitting the woman open as he couldn’t hide his hunger for his lover.

Their relationship had started solely for sex and company. They had agreed on an allowance, he’d even given her a platinum credit card, a shiny pink phone and a key to his home for her to come whenever she wanted or he’d call her there. Izuku didn’t expect anything more, she hadn’t wanted anything more at the time but it had come so naturally. The love and desire, the passion and the sweet tenderness. It all came so naturally that Izuku nor Katsuki had noticed it until Izuku practically lived in his home, that he would take her to uni before he headed to work.

They hadn’t realized they’d fallen in love until Katsuki got jealous when he went to pick her up and some young man was talking to her so casually! Katsuki didn’t realize what he was even doing as he walked onto campus and up behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist and grasping her wrist, pulling it out of that violet haired man’s grasp.

The anger and venom spilling from his mouth as he practically snarled at the student to not touch his woman. Izuku had flushed such a pretty red, her eyes growing wide and wonderful before she stammered a ‘that’s my cousin?’

Katsuki had never felt so embarrassed, had never heard someone laugh so hard or had ever been so sweetly consoled by a lover. It was something they never forgot, it was the turning point in their relationship.

Katsuki swallowed hard as he released her legs as he was getting close to cumming again. He reached down and pulled Izuku up, Izuku slid her arms around his neck and opened her mouth for him. Izuku was perfect. Izuku was his.

Katsuki kissed her deeply as the woman’s pointed heels dug at his back, keeping him buried deep inside as he filled her womb with that sticky, thick cum. He held her close, kissing her like it was their last kiss. Katsuki pulled away only after he went soft inside of her messy cunt, but didn’t let her go.

Izuku had that beautiful dazed smile she wore after cuming so hard that her world spun around her. She found him staring lovingly at her and her cheeks couldn’t possibly darken any more.

“I love you, Izuku Bakugou,” Katsuki whispered in their heavy breaths. Izuku swallowed as the happy nervous bubbles filled her as he used her new family name, the one she’d earned at a small elopement.

“I love you too, Katsuki Bakugou,” Izuku giggled as he leaned down and kissed her sweetly once more before finally pulling out. A small shuddery moan escaped Izuku as she felt him pull out and cum slowly leak out of her twitching cunt.

A soft knocking didn’t give Izuku enough time to prepare herself mentally as Himiko slipped back into the office. Katsuki shot her a sharp glare.

“Hey! I waited till after you guys were done,” Himiko said as she moved towards Izuku and pushed the much larger man out of the way. Izuku would never get used to this.

Himiko Toga, Katsuki’s top guard and now someone who dubbed themselves as Izuku’s big sister. To be fair she was only three years older than Izuku, she was incredibly protective over her the moment they met. Embarrassingly the blonde woman helped clean Izuku up with Katsuki watching them, helping Izuku out of the ruined skirt and redid the bra before she pulled out a crimson red and golden detailed yukata that screamed Bakugou Corp.

“There, you’re stunning,” Himiko smiled proudly as she admired the way she dressed Izuku up and pulled her hair up into a messy bun, something almost akin to her own buns. Izuku giggled until she caught Katsuki’s gaze.

“You truly are stunningly beautiful,” Katsuki softly mused as he offered her a hand. Izuku blushed and took his hand, letting the man pull her in and kiss her once more.

—end!

:’) ya know the moment when you go to write one little smut scene and boom you got a small plot and emotions behind it?? Yeah, I feel like that’s how I end up with stories rather than quick smut lmao

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[bella-caecilia]

41 and/or 12 for Cobert fluff?? (early marriage Cobert if you can)

Hope you like this little pre-canon drabble <3

Day 9

41 + 12 – not letting them go when hugging & terms of endearment

He had been away for over a week now. By Cora’s reckoning, it was quite a long time. She knew deep down that a week was nothing but Robert and she had never been separated for this long. They were husband and wife and they ought to be in the same place normally. That was what Mama said too. But now, the days passed and Robert still was in London. He was accompanying his father to learn his right way around the estate’s demands and duties. They were staying at the club, visited some associates and their lawyer, but really, Cora had little understanding of what their missions consisted of.

When they left, it was said that they would be in London for a few days. A few days was a rather broad limitation, Cora learned. Whenever she asked Mama when the men would be back, she said that Cora should take it as a lesson in patience. Really, it meant that Mama had no idea herself. And so, Cora spent her days as Mama’s constant companion. Being in her vicinity almost without any breaks didn’t make the time pass faster. Occasionally, Cora could flee for some minutes to the nursery and recharge on a little happiness when holding Baby Mary in her arms. This short moment marked the high point of Cora’s day.

She was also in the nursery when Robert arrived back home. The carriage pulled up the wide driveway without her notice, and the two men only found Lady Grantham emerging from the drawing room to greet them as they stepped into the main hall. She wasn’t pleased when she knew no answer to her son’s question about his wife’s whereabouts. Violet felt that it gave the impression she had no control over her daughter-in-law when in reality, she had directed and supervised Cora quite closely.

So, Robert was first called upon by his valet in his dressing room to take off his travelling attire before he could finally reunite with his wife.

Cora was lost in Mary’s big dark eyes when her husband peaked curiously into the nursery. She noticed his shadow in the corner of her eye after a while. She thought it was the nanny who had come back and she only quickly threw a look over her shoulder. When it wasn’t Nanny who was standing in the doorway, Cora’s head snapped back and her eyes widened at the sight of her husband.

“Robert!” she breathed. He smiled at her reaction and fully entered the room, closing the door behind him. “You’re back!” Cora whispered.

“I am back,” he repeated. He approached her carefully. The nursery wasn’t a room he had been in many times. Cora could see his uncertainty and caution in the bethought manner he carried himself. As he stood before his wife and baby, Robert gently touched Cora’s elbows and planted a peck on her forehead. Cora closed her eyes at the missed and longed-for sensation. Mary gurgled in her arms. When Cora opened her eyes again, she saw Robert looking down into her arms. She followed his gaze and saw Mary staring up at him sceptically. The little brow was furrowed and the mouth pulled into a pout.

“Your Papa is here again,” Cora cooed. She brushed the side of her finger lightly over Mary’s chubby cheek. “Are we not happy to see him, Mary dear? We have missed him greatly, right? My little sunshine.” She tickled her daughter on the belly and got lost again in the soft giggles. Her baby pulled all her attention, even surpassing the excitement about her husband’s return. For the moment at least.

A little while passed until Robert dared to disrupt the lively harmony between mother and daughter. “I see you two got on perfectly without me.”

Cora looked up at his words. His tone wasn’t reproachful. He said it matter-of-factly. Cora looked back and forth between his eyes, checking his expression for a hint of his intention behind it.

“Oh, Robert. I did miss you,” she made clear in a much more assertive voice than before. “And you couldn’t have been gone a day longer or I had gone mad.”

“Really?” he asked, and Cora wondered if his question was for real. If it was, she had to consider really being angry with him for wasting no thought on her when he was gone for days. Hadn’t he missed her? Why was he surprised?

“Well, of course!” she emphasised. Turning to the crib, she put Mary down, after sending a pleading look Robert’s way. Mary protested a bit but Cora rang for Nanny while looking at Robert to guess his thoughts. She went to stand directly in front of him again and took his hands into hers.

“Don’t go away for so long again. Without warning me properly beforehand, at least.”

Finally, she witnessed a change in his expression. His eyes softened, and she felt so very close to him again. “I hope it wasn’t that bad,” he said, but Cora just fell into his arms. After a second, his arms encircled her upper body and he held her close to him.

“I thought you would be back after two or three days,” she mumbled into his collar.

“I am sorry, my dearest.” Cora’s insides melted at the term of endearment. It always was a moment of euphoria when he called her that. Her heart sang at the sound of these words. She was his dearest and he said it out loud. It was a reminder that she was the luckiest woman on earth. She inhaled deeply, smelling him, breathing him in as much as she could. A happy sigh left her smiling lips.

“Well, you’re back now, aren’t you?”

“Of course.” His lips connected with the crown of her head, and she felt his warmth encompassing her completely.

The door opened behind Robert, and Cora heard it before she saw the nanny emerging and entering her field of vision. Cora felt slightly caught. She was not embarrassed about being so close to her husband and it actually always made her heart leap whenever he showed more than the customary extent of affection when others were around. But it felt inappropriate for Nanny finding them so intimate in the nursery of their baby daughter. She lifted her head and tried to step back, out of his embrace, to not embarrass Nanny more than was already the case. She hadn’t anticipated Robert pulling her in even closer though. His cheek pressed into her hair and his hands covered her upper back. The last thing she saw before her face was cradled in the crook of his neck, was Nanny’s eyes shooting down to the floor and her slowly backing away from the scene.

Cora didn’t want to burst the bubble of this serene moment, so she didn’t dare speak. She focused on the regular movement of Robert’s chest and was happy to allow him this moment of peaceful intimacy.

Her voice was soft and quiet when she spoke again, “I take it you missed me too a little.”

“Well, what you do think?” Robert grumbled. He squeezed her tightly before letting her go. Cora looked up at him, and she saw how he tried to put on a look of unaffectedness; being the stoic English man she married. Somehow, it endeared her how he tried to be in total control of his feelings while often being unable to handle his own romantic and sentimental spirit.

“I think we embarrassed Nanny quite a bit,” Cora mentioned.

“What?” Shock crept up on his face.

“She came in but we wouldn’t stop hugging,” she explained. Robert touched his brow, looking quite flustered. “It’s alright,” Cora laughed.

“It does not surprise me that you would say so. Though, I know there is hardly a place less appropriate for showing such affection.” He looked around the room before indicating for them to leave. Cora shook her head as she followed him.

The nanny waited patiently in the hallway at safe distance from the nursery. Cora sent her a friendly look of apology. Mary started whimpering with increasing loudness before the sounds were swallowed by the closing door and probably Nanny’s calming words.

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