#I gotta practice being a meanie

[minminyoonjii]

Ok, I gotta say this. You know how Felix can vibrate his whole body. Imagine being in charge during sex and riding him when he suddenly starts his vibrating thing and essentially becoming your personal vibrator.

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🕯Summary: Dance practice ended early and Felix had pent up energy. Carving is a strong emotion to deny when it comes to handsome men who can't stop holding you against them.

🌹CW

Rough Sex|Riding|Cowgirl Position|Domestic Teasing|Domestic Sex|Poor Muffins|Praise Kink|Raw Need|Meanie! Lee Felix|Dirty Talk/Rambles|Whiny Dom! Lee Felix|Bold Fem! Reader|Pussy Cupping|Domestic Horny|Felix's Body Twitches When He Tense Up|Aftercare|Lovesick

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.3K

"Angel," Felix grumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist. Your body jolted on instinct, "Home so soon?" you asked, shifting yourself to press your cheek against his. Felix hummed, "Practice was cut short," he said, nosing beneath your jaw. You shuddered, "Aw, I was going to make you a little surprise," you said, holding your tray of muffin batter. He sighed, kissing your temple "I'm sorry, angel," he said, holding you tighter. 

You shook your head lightly, "It's alright, I can let it chill in the fridge for a while. I heard that makes the batter fluffy," you said, trying to move but your lover's hold was firm. "Could we stay like this for a moment, angel? I need you in my arms," Felix whispered, touching your neck lightly. You gulped, setting down the tray, "Take your time, love," you whispered back, running your fingers through his hair. 

A deep rumble, vibrated against your back, "You're so good to me. Fuck, you're so good to me," he rasped, taking a deep breath. You frowned, playing with his hair, "Do you want to tell me more, love?" you whispered, biting your lower lip. Felix groaned, "Just everything. I want to show you how much I crave you, how I utterly adore you," he whined, trailing his hands towards your hips. 

You cooed, nuzzling his cheek, "I utterly adore you too, love," you said, tapping the tray down to let the bubbles escape. Felix grunted, rolling his hips sensually against your back, "Angel, please. Can't you see what you're doing to me?" he keened, rutting his clothed cock. You bit your tongue, "Felix," you whispered, eyes darting around at the constant buck of his hips thrusting. Felix whined, panting on your skin, "Please, angel. I. Need. You," he growled, thrusting up with each word uttered from his lips. 

A shiver ran down your spine at the desperation lacing his voice, "How about you let me clean up before we start anything, hm?" you proposed, kissing his cheek. Felix smirked against your shoulder, bringing his hands lower between your thighs, "Hm, I can't help but pleasure you though," he rasped, cupping your clothed cunt. A stuttered gasp escaped your lips, "Felix, this isn't fair," you whined, gripping tight on the tray. 

Felix's hands trembled, rubbing your inner thighs, "I need you, need you dripping on my aching cock, angel," he said, breaking into a whine. Your breath hitched, feeling your arousal drip onto your panties, "Felix, please," you whimpered, submitting to his administration. Felix shushed you, running his fingers up your shirt, "I got you, yeah? Just need your pretty cunt on my lap" he groaned, carrying you bridal style.

A moan slipped past your lips, "Lix, you can't just say shit like that," you grumbled, laying your head on his chest. Felix chuckled, laying back on the bed, "Oh, but you love when I do, angel. Don't deny it," he said, helping you straddle his lap. You rolled your eyes, stripping off your top, "You're lucky I'm in love with you, Lee," you teased, tugging the hem of his pants down. Felix hissed as his cock made contact with the chilling air, "And I'm thankful for that, angel," he chuckled.

You wrapped your hand around his cockhead, drool pooling in your mouth from seeing his precum beading between. Felix groaned, tilting his head back, "Fuck, angel. Your hands look so perfect around my cock like that," he whined, chuckling near the end. You preened, pulling your hands away to moan softly when his cock hit against his abdomen. Felix shivered at your expression, "Does my cock look pretty, sweetheart?" he asked, practically seeing your eyes beam at his question,

You nodded, earnestly "Very fucking pretty," you said, tugging down your panties. He clenched his jaw, blood rushing towards his cheeks, "You're so cute, angel. I can't take it anymore," he grunted,  lining your hips with his cock. You gulped, "Need your fingers first, love," you moaned, pressing your palms on his torso. Felix groaned, slicking his fingers with your slick "So wet. You're sopping, sweetheart," he whined, slipping two fingers up your hole. "There, there, there," you babbled, riding his fingers.

Felix hummed, curling his fingers, "I know, I know but I want you to cream around my cock first. I want to feel your tight cunt squeeze around my cock," he growled, spreading his fingers apart. You groaned, thighs quivering from the pleasure, "Hurry, please," you keened, arching your back. He pulled out his fingers, slicking his cock with your arousal, "Ride what's yours, angel," he grunted, easing your hips down his cock. Your jaw slacked, taking as much of his length up your ribbed walls. 

"That's it. Fuck, fuck. Fuck! Don't clench like that, sweetheart," Felix whined, body vibrating from the sharp pins of pleasure buzzing through his nerves. A gasp escaped your lips, "Holy sh-shit, Lix. Do that again," you whimpered, clenching harder. Felix groaned, vibrating at the pleasure, pressing his cock right against your g-spot. Broken moans echoed within the room. "Felix, please," you pleaded, riding his cock to make him tremble as hard as he is now. 

Felix choked on a moan, gripping your hips tight, "I'm here, shit, I'm here," he stuttered, tensing his body up. You moaned, elbows wobbling from holding yourself up, "Oh, oh, oh, fuck," you keened, riding his cock to the hilt. The vibrations buzzing through his body shook his cock like a sex toy. Pressing deep against your gummy walls. Felix bared his neck, digging his nails into your skin "God, you feel so good," he sobbed, bucking his hips in tandem with yours.

The bed creaked beneath you, leaving no sound to the imagination. You groaned, forcing yourself upwards, "So so deep, love. Look," you preened, rubbing the bulge protruding from your abdomen. Felix thrust his hips in a firm snap, causing a scream to crawl up your throat, "Fucking tease," he growled, tensing his body harder. Sobs broke from your vocal cords, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please. Too much," you cried, quivering at the feeling of his cock pound deeper into you like a vibrator set on its highest settings.

Felix grunted, reaching down to circle your clit, "Cum on me, angel. Soak my cock like the good girl you are. Let me see your pretty cunt milk my cock," he rambled, using the last of his strength to ease you up and down his throbbing length. You whined, mind hazing from the dull buzz of Felix's cockhead pressing against your cervix. "You're mine, angel. Please, please, please, cum," he moaned, letting his body vibrate to its max for your pleasure. 

Your ears rang from the blinding orgasm, and your mouth dropped in a scream silent, "Ah, fuck," you whimpered, groping Felix's pecs. His eyes rolled back from your fluttering walls, clenched and unclenched around his swollen cock, "Fuck," he rasped, staring at the base of his cock where your bodies connected. "Good girl, creaming around my cock," Felix groaned, seeing the familiar ring of bubbles circle his length. You closed your eyes, catching your breath, "When the fuck have you learnt to vibrate like that?" you slurred, resting on his chest.

Felix chuckled, "Shit, beats me, angel," he said, running his fingers through your matted hair. You hummed, tracing his collarbone, "My poor potential muffins," you mumbled, puffing your cheeks. Felix cooed, rolling his hips, "We can bake them later, sweetheart. I'm sure the sugar would do us good," he said, tilting your chin up, to kiss your lips. You melted into the kiss, lazily wrapping your arms around his neck. 

He pulled away, stroking your cheeks, "What are the chances of my dick breaking from how hard you clenched, hm?" he teased, smiling at you with half-lidded eyes. You chuckled, "Not zero that's for sure," you said, booping his nose. Felix sighed, heart swelling, "The things I do for love," he said, dramatically. You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, "Very funny, Yongbok," you said, giving his chest a teasing lick. A sudden gasp escaped your lips in tandem, "Did you just twitch in me?" you asked, eyes widening. Felix gulped, embarrassment burning under his skin, "Ready for round two?" he asked, smirking at your stunned look.

[fennecfics-the-simp-king]

Cuphead Show! King Dice & Devil x Reader preferences (romantic):

Heyyyy I’m gonna be posting more x Reader stuff here. Also some words are censored because Tumblr is a meanie and won’t let me swear in my fanfiction-

The gender for (Y/n) is vague, but it does have menstrual cycle preferences mixed in, along with some talk about these two respecting pronouns and that jazz so, yeah.

Hope it’s a fun read, I might post more of these guys.

Being in a (romantic) relationship with The Devil would include:

• It’s actually hard for him to fall in love or even trust others, so it’ll take a while for him to say “I love you”.

• Though the first time he’ll ever say “I love you” (most likely after a few months of you two dating) it is immediately followed by a scrunch of the face and him going. “That was… strange..” 

• He forces you to live in Hell with him, and only lets you visit Earth on special occasions. Family stuff, friends, but other than that YOU’RE STAYING!!

• He’s so dramatic whenever he has to cut his nails. He’ll run away from you, or hide. Once, while trying to find him to cut his nails, you found him on the ceiling.

• Despite hating his nails being cut, he will literally beg you to paint his nails. He won't just do one color though, he likes to change it up a bit. Sometimes he'll ask for grey, gold, red, but he loves the black nail polish!

• Whenever he has to do stuff that he doesn’t want to do, he tries to argue that he’s the devil and because of that, you can’t tell him what to do.

• One of his favorite activities is burning bibles, so...you have to deal with being woken up to the smell of smoke at 3AM.

• He's still not fond with current technology, but he does seem to enjoy Netflix.

• Devil giving you weird pet names: Darlin', succub!tch, shmoopie, baby-cakes, cow-pie, and tortoise-pigeon (Being the main nickname).

• If you ever need to practice your makeup on someone, Devil won't mind. He likes how it makes him look.

• Surprisingly enough, this guy brushes his teeth regularly. He got them pearly whites. That, and he doesn't want to loose his sharp teeth, they're his favorite, apparently they make him look intimidating.

• Devil is a man of art, very therapeutic for him. He loves to paint, sometimes he’ll want you to pose for him. And he's actually quite quick when it comes to painting.

• Both you and Henchmen helping him whenever he basically gets electrocuted by the sweater. The two of you are practically the only people he trusts, with Dice being the third.

• He doesn't care what gender you are, or if you're trans. If you're still you, and if you're not lying about anything, he won't care. Along with that he also doesn’t KNOW anything about that stuff, so you probably gotta help if you want him to understand.

• Even though he's the devil, he would never want you to feel bad about yourself. He loves you unconditionally, he would kill anyone who makes you feel that way, steal their soul, eat it, then spit it back out ‘cause it’s clearly rotten!

• If you go through the menstrual cycle and are having bad cramps, he gets very…awkward. He’s not very affectionate with others so he has no idea how to comfort people. He’ll most likely just have some of his little demons looking after you for a few days.

• He tries to use correct pronouns, he mostly slips up though, and he won't realize. You just have to be there to correct him for him to actually notice.

Random example:

(He's showing you to someone)

"Yeah, she's really adorable, isn't she?"

"It's 'they'.”

"...AHHH!" *frustrated demon noises*

• He’s not frustrated at you or the fact you use different pronouns, he’s frustrated at himself for not doing it right. So don’t worry.

Being in a relationship with King Dice would include:

• Probably says “I love you” way too fast, and by that I mean on the first date. 

• If you wear makeup he’ll experiment with it whenever you’re asleep. (The masculine urge to wear your partner’s makeup)

• One of his favorite parts of your body happens to be your hands. He loves how perfectly they fit into his. Sometimes he’ll preform a type of show using his hand and your hand as the actors.

• If you go sit in the audience him during Roll The Dice. He'll immediately see you in the crowd and blush for the rest of the show.

• When he knows you're in the audience, he'll say this while announcing to everyone: "Ladies and gentlemen! ..and (Y/n).." (he'll whisper your name under his breath, but loud enough for the microphone to pick it up.)

• King Dice ALSO giving you some (semi)weird pet names: Darling, fuzzy dice, you adorable gambler, my wild card, little poker, and pumpkin.

• The personification of drama. 

• Has a lot of gossip and info on the other famous people of Inkwell. Will tell you this gossip. You will listen. You have no choice-

• This man may seem like he knows how to do shit on his own, but he actually needs help with most things. Such as you having to help with this man's bow-tie every morning, because he just cannot figure it out for the life of him.

• Perfectionist, such a damn perfectionist. He won't go on with his day without him looking perfectly chipper, and he also spends hours in the shower. Really making sure to run up those water bills.

• A little sensitive about his age. If you ask him about it, he’ll say "that's not important" which is an oddly a creepy answer-

• If you wake up early, you'll find Dice in the bathroom just looking at himself in the mirror with a blank stare. If you actually enter the bathroom, he'll be so terrified that he jumps INTO the shower and closes the curtain to hide himself.

• He's mostly insecure about his pips, or dots. He knows he's getting old, because his color is fading. So...he buys lipstick to cover the faded coloring. But you smudged it once while he was kissing you, and he reacted like he was dying.

• He fiddles with his mustache when he's nervous and yet hates if tell him it makes him look like a villain.

• Much like his boss, if you go through the menstrual cycle he gets ungracefully awkward. But he tries to be very casual about it, despite his awkwardness being obvious as hell.

• “Oh, it’s that week?” Silent for a second. “Do you need me to get you anything or ..no?”

• Will buy you everything you need. And since stuff like tampons were fairly new in the 1930s and therefore most likely a tad expensive, thankfully he does have the money for it.

• If reminded, will carry some on him for you. If reminded that is, I’m putting emphasis on “IF REMINDED” for a f—king reason! Guy’s on autopilot all day, he’s famous but also has pretty much everything done for him, and so he doesn’t have to think about much.

• If not reminded he will completely forget and therefore freak the hell out if asked if for some.

• Like The Devil, he has no idea what being Non-binary means, or Bisexual, or anything related to that. I’m not saying he’s straight….He’s not, he just doesn’t know there are words for stuff like that other than ‘homosexual’ and a few other words I can’t mention-

• So, he'll mess up a few times when trying to use the correct pronouns, except he'll correct himself very VERY quickly. 

• "He- THEY.. are my partner. I said they, of course I did. I would never say anything other than they.” Silence for a few seconds before then saying in a much more serious tone: “I said they.”

• He cares. He’s just stupid/j

[oswald-can-draw]

https://www.tumblr.com/oswald-can-draw/747929731617456128/about-your-mlp-infection-au-i-love-this-one-so?source=share

Hey this au is intresting but gotta ask...in the foal art, the foal begging and crying....what's happening to em? Sorry if this is a stupid question just wondering why they have a fish on their flank.

Also I'm presuming from the art of the other 3 pony pics...one of em being an urn...child wrapped their flank, then found their talent via a butterfly...aaaand urn is parents forced to "take care of them." Right?

Ah, I understand the confusion!

All four ponies are different foals — the one on the top left is very young, and the one on the top left has a stifled interest in butterflies. The bottom left actually didn’t have a cutie mark, but was killed for mercy’s sake. Their talent actually involved baking, but their wings is where “Flutter” came from. They also happened to like butterflies, hence the barrette.

Now, the one on the bottom right, the crying, pleading foal, had just received their cutie mark after seeing a fish swim in one of the few uninfected pools in Equestria. Once their mother found out, and was aware that their foal could be infected, she made up her mind to kill them before any real harm could be done to them. The foal is begging for their life.

Unfortunately, this is a common practice, especially since ponies often can’t tell an interest from an infection in this AU (since the Meanie Mark Illness always starts with a newfound interest and talent). So for them, it’s a choice between having their foal die a slow, painful death, or living in a decimated wasteland where they could eventually become infected.

[mari-the-bimbo]

so i do have few ideas, not sure if youll like them but ill still type them 😌 (no particular guys but geto and sukuna shall do the trick? geto my love 😭)

cooking with them, shopping with them, and what i think an interesting concept could be, if their non sorcerer roommate (y/n) gets into a situation with them and they suddenly develop a cursed technique (maybe it was just born because of the sheer willpower to change the situation?

im sorry if these ideas suck im literally thinking of them while pooping so they might be .. shit 👩🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽

Cooking with Dorm mate Sukuna

A/N: I appreciate you thinking of ideas for me while pooping 😂 thank u pookie 🙏💗 And thank to everyone else ideas too! <33

With your interviews coming up and you being busy with practicing, Sukuna started to miss you, as much as the grump wanted to barge into your room and tackle you to the floor for attention, he knew the mature thing to do is to let you be, and provide any help he can. So here he was making lunch for you.

Your eyes nearly popped out of your sockets as you watched the man make lunch for you. You were definitely surprised.

Watching the big scarily sexy, pink haired man flexing his muscular broad shoulders as he cuts the onions, wearing nothing more than an apron is not for the weak either.

“Wow I didn’t know you knew how to cook!” You teased him as you walked into the kitchen, knowing damn well he can.

He side glares at you before speaking “I WILL hit you with this pan right now” he says very casually.

You laugh at his impatience, and stand behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, stifling a laugh as you feel him slightly lean back into your embrace.

“Thank you for making lunch ‘kuna” you say gratefully into his muscular back. He hums in response, before replying.

“Make you lunch, drive you to campus, guess I’m just your personal slave yeah doll?”

“My favourite slave if that makes you feel any better” you reply.

But instead of responding, he leans further back into your embrace, but this time he puts all his heavy weight on to you, making you seconds away from being crushed by the big beefy thug.

“Ah!! Sukuna! You’re gonna crush me you big buffalo!” You complain, eliciting an evil laugh from the man, who found your tiny body trying to fight him off hilarious. “That’s the plan” he chuckles, without taking his eyes off the garlic bread he was cutting up. “Moveeee” you angrily muffle against his back which was pressed into your face.

He finally moves once he was satisfied. He smiles charmingly as you glare at him, and reaches out to pinch your cheeks, further making your cheeks puff in annoyance.

“How dare you try to crush me! I-“ your sentence is cut off as Sukuna feeds you some of the garlic bread, effectively shutting you up. “Taste good little one?” He asks as he turns back to frying the chicken. “Yup” you say with a nod.

He looks at you momentarily before speaking, “God, you’re like a baby, gotta give you food to keep you quiet”

You laugh before teasing the pink haired man. “Well that’s because I am your baby” you say with a flirty smile.

You watch him smirk as he turns off the heat, and faces you. “Oh yeah?” He says with an amused raised eyebrow.

“Yeah”

He chuckles before grabbing you and picking you up to place you on the counter top. “Pretty baby aren’t you?” He says as he inches closer to your lips. “Yep” you reply again. He grins ear to ear before grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you in for a rough kiss.

You can’t help but smile as you kiss him back. “Finally giving me some attention you brat” he says as you pull away.

“You always have my attention you meanie” you say with a sweet smile.

[quinklequonkle]

I CHALLENGE YOU 🫵🫵

Ren headcanons with a dominant MC

AAAGGGGHHH EHEHEHWHHEHEHEHEHRHDHHR

No one's ever asked about my headcanons before! I'm all giggly and shix

Let's get to it shall we?

WARNING: contains manipulation, Stepping on the pp, degradation, and overall being a biiiggg meanie to Ren

-Ren thinks he's the one in control here but he just doesn't know what he's gotten himself into

-After being in his care for a couple of weeks, he noticed something wasn't as he expected to be. The way you addressed him was casually mean, bossy, and even a bit condescending at times yet... he didn't feel as though he should punish you for it.

-Usually this sort of thing was sure to piss him off but Instead he felt... Put in his place? It's almost as if he didn't mind the treatment he received from you. This was working in your favor, the pieces were falling into their rightful place

-The first time you demanded something out of him you surely thought he would snap but you were instead pleasantly surprised by eager compliance and an even happier trot

-At first you had to ask and practically beg him to get what you wanted, but you soon learned that throwing in a sweet affirmation or two changed his tune real quick. Asking became optional and demanding became your go-to.

-Soon he was at your every beck and call, not even realizing that the dynamic had dramatically flipped. The metaphorical collar on his thin snapable neck

-Wanted breakfast in bed while you flicked your hand vaguely in the stairs direction? He already knew what that meant and had it in hand. Wanted him to drop what he was doing so you could have him fawn over you while you do nothing? He doesn't even remember what he was doing beforehand as he tends to you.

-Whether he acknowledged this switch or not didn't matter. but oddly enough he did seem happier with this arrangement, as if it were something comfortably familiar.

NSFW headcanons:

-WHAT A WHINY MAN

-Go anywhere near his ears and he's pleading at you to kiss, lick, or even bite them

-And even more fuss just from you barely even stepping on his hardening cock.

-It was pathetic in the most adorable way, you decided to throw him a bone. Ya gotta treat your pet at some point!

-Trapping his cock inside you cause him to becoming squirmy. Kneading his claws into your skin as he begs to have some sort of release from you.

-"What a selfish creature you are, be a good patient fox boy for me and you might just be rewarded."-

-You could tighten your hand around his throat and he'd eat up every interaction and every word. Desperately trying to grind against you

-his protests mean nothing because after every sensual session he thanks you for it

-he can cope tbh

-Congrats! Ren is successfully your bitch :^)

[centralperkchenford]

Oooo an Ava fic where she’s meets Chris because I love how chaotic and unfiltered she is

Oooo an Ava fic where she’s meets Chris because I love how chaotic and unfiltered she is

Chenford + Ava and Lucy run into Chris

I totally forgot this was in my drafts 🤣. I hope you like it!

And be sure, darling to make all the good times last

Lucy holds Ava’s hand as they make their way into the police station. Ava skips and pulls Lucy along. They were just stopping by to see Tim before Lucy dropped Ava off at school.

“Daddy is going to be so happy to see me.” Ava gushes and Lucy ruffles her hair as she opens the door. Ava skips in and is bouncing on her toes looking around for Tim.

“He’s probably in his office baby.” Lucy tells her. Ava barely hears her as she continues to skip across the bullpen.

“Ava watch where you are going!” Lucy calls after her just as Ava runs straight into someone with a brief case.

Ava falls flat on her butt and Lucy hurries over as tears pool in her eyes. “I’m so sorry.” Lucy says quickly pulling Ava to her feet. And she’s so focused on making sure her daughter is okay she doesn’t even look up to see who she ran in to.

“Lucy?” Says the man and Lucy freezes as she slowly looks up to see Chris Sanford staring down at Lucy and Ava. His eyes flicker to Ava, and then back to Lucy his jaw clenched.

“Oh hi Chris.” Says Lucy nervously dusting Ava’s shirt off and then standing to her feet. She holds Ava’s hand in hers. Ava is looking up at Chris curiously and Lucy can practically see the wheels in her head turning.

“Who are you?” Ava asks finally. Chris’s eyes go back to Ava as he studies her. He glances at Lucy again, and then his gaze goes back to Ava.

“I’m Chris.” He answers and Lucy can hear the edge to his voice. “Who are you?”

“I’m Ava Rose Bradford.” Says Ava proudly. “I’m five years old.” She holds up her hand.

Chris’s jaw clenches even more when he hears the name Bradford. “Cute.” Says Chris and then he turns to Lucy his eyes flashing with anger.

“It’s bad enough you married Bradford.” He hisses. “And now you have a kid with him?” Lucy rolls her eyes. She had no idea Chris even knew her and Tim were married. Did he really expect her not to start a family with Tim? Did he expect her to come running back to him?

“I really don’t want to discuss this in front of my daughter.” She says back calmly. Chris glares at her.

“Right. Once a bitch always a bitch.” He whispers angrily. Ava looks up and crosses her arms crossed her chest.

“Why are you being such a meanie to my mommy?” She demands. Chris ignores Ava and turns back to Lucy.

But before he can say anything more Ava is looking up at him a frown on her face. “My mommy and daddy taught me if you can’t say somethin nice don’t say anything at all!” She says shaking her tiny fist at him. “And you broke that. You are a meanie weenie.”

Lucy snorts at the look on Chris’s face as she pulls Ava to her. Chris opens his mouth to say something else but then there are footsteps coming towards them and all three of them turn to see Tim coming towards them. Ava squeals and runs towards him and Tim catches her easily. He frowns at Chris but ignores him in favor of giving Lucy a kiss on her head and then he turns to Chris.

“Sanford.” He says cooly. Lucy sees Ava glaring at Chris again. “He was mean to mommy.” Ava says pointing her finger at Chris. Tim raises his eyebrows at Lucy and she mouths later.

“Your daughter is..” Chris begins but stops when he sees Tim’s face. “I gotta go.” He hurries off and Ava sticks her tongue out at his back. “Bye meanie weenie!” She says loudly causing Chris to stumble a little. Tim sets Ava at his feet and keeps her close.

“Meanie weenie?” He questions Lucy. Lucy has to bite her tongue to hold back her laugh.

“She’s not wrong.” She tells him.

Tim snorts and then bends down to Ava’s level. “Why was that man mean to mommy?”Ava asks. Tim sighs and kisses her on the cheek.

“Some people are just mean people baby. But you did good defending your mama.” Tim says and Ava beams at him.

“I don’t think you are a meanie weenie.” She tells him and then she hugs him. “You are the nicest daddy ever!”

Lucy smiles down at her daughter as Tim holds their daughter in his arms. He grins up at her.

“Did you hear that? I’m not a meanie weenie.” He says. Lucy rolls her eyes at him as he stands up. And smiles as Tim gazes at his daughter, nothing but love and affection in his eyes.

And Lucy thinks back to when she was dating Chris and how she felt stuck with him because he was the safe choice. And how if Tim hadn’t pushed her to admit her feelings she wouldn’t be married to Tim or have her four beautiful kids. She had regrets in her life but giving her relationship with Tim a chance wasn’t one of them. She smiles as Tim leans over to give her another kiss. And then pulls Ava closer, “I love you.” He mutters.

And yeah she loves her life.

[moonchildstyles]

this is soooo <33 thinking about h being silly and being like “nuh uh baby you gotta go through the list!!!” like he’s laying on the living room floor because he was playing with evie earlier and she’s like h? and he’s like yeah honey? and she climbs on him straddling his tummy, his legs are bent at the knee against her back, and arms crossed behind his head and she’s like “i think i want another tattoo- a small one” while thrumming her fingertips on his chest and he’s like hm eyes closed listening to her while she’s telling him what she wants and where she wants it and he’s like “that sound pretty angel <3” and she’s like mhm a little quite and when she’s like “when.. do you think we can do it?” he has a little sneaky smile on his lips peaking an eye open and he’s like “idk baby i’m pretty busy you know? got ~months~ worth of appointments m’busy man honey think you might just have to go on the list, can’t go around giving sweet girls special treatment” just soooo smug trying to hold back his smile and she’s like oh mouth open a little thinking about how to go about it and harry can practically hear the wheels turning in her head and he lets out a little giggle pulling her down and he’s like “i’m just kidding baby we can do it whenever you want you know i’m just messing with you” and giggles against her lips and even though she’s still a little but embarrassed she giggles against his lips too and tells him he’s a meanie while pushing her hair out of his face :(

stop stop stop:(((( first of all hes laying on the floor because he was PLAYING W EVIE:((((( STOP:(((((((((( and her climbing to sit on his tummy and his knees are bent behind her w his hands behind his head just long up at her all relaxed like yeah..............yeah thats something...... but omg him telling her all abut the tattoo she wants and shes playing w his shirt and he just smues w his eyes closed like :) that sounds pretty baby I can definitely see that on you:) like hes just so sweet:((( and ofc he can't help but tease her telling her hes not sure when he can get her in hes just so busy baby:( busy man he is:( and ofc shes not going to argue w him just.....oh okay:( ummmmm.......do you want me to call the shop tomorrow then and have Niall put me on your waitlist ? like ofc shed never expect any special treatment but she remembered how he was so willing and sweet about her first one to stay late and get her in right away so shes just a little like oh :( but omg him grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her down for a kiss while hes all smiley telling her he was just kidding ofc he can do it whenever she wants:( and shes all embarrassed whispering to him that hes so mean:(( but they’re just kissing and giggling a little and by next week she has a new little spot on her hip:(

[acradelius]

Moira with a southern male reader headcannons?

"AIN'T IS A WORD MOO-RA"

Fandom: Overwatch / Overwatch

Pairing: Moira O'Deorain (Moira) x Southern!M!Reader

Rating: Orange [🟠] (Equivalent to G/PG)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: Cultural Differences, Moira Being A Meanie On Purpose, Moira Being A Menace About Southern Stuff

Word Count: 690 Words

Author's Note: As a southern individual that has moved to a non-southern state, I had to put some of the things people have made fun of me for 😭😭😭

“It’s quite difficult to understand your accent.. Or “slang” as some of the others describe it to be.” Unless someone has been stalking around to count how many times this specific phrase has come out of Moira’s mouth, then there’s no way to track how many times it has been said. “Ain’t gotta clue as ta’ why ya’ can’t understand me, hun’.” It had begun as an ongoing joke at first, knowing that Moira had difficulties in understanding (Y/N)’s dialect, with his southern accent being quite strong, especially for someone such a culture difference like Moira, but at this point in time it led more to a slight argument and Moira trying to give him a language lesson than anything else. “Darling, you know that “ain’t” is not a word,” Moira begins, glancing at (Y/N) from her obscene amount of paperwork, proceeding to chuckle as (Y/N) merely rolled his eyes, wiping oil off of his rugged, stained hands. “Ain’t is’a word, an’ I’mma use it, Moira.” He purposely mispronounces her name, referencing her as “Moo-ra” instead. Either way, don’t get these two started on how to pronounce words from the dictionary. 

Thinking that Moira was troublesome with the way that (Y/N) pronounced his words? Oh, no. Wait until you hear her start to complain about good ol’ fashioned southern meals. “What do you mean this is a preference from your homeland? It literally just tastes like liquid sugar?” Complaining about some good, sweet tea? (Especially when it’s Lipton Sweet Tea, which is (Y/N)’s absolute favorite), going to make him cry right there. Next, she’s complaining about how “This supposed delicacy of.. “chocolate gravy on biscuits”.. looks quite.. barbaric..” or “How can you consume all this.. practically fried everything? Do you have any clue as to what all this does to your arteries?” The amount of complaining that Moira has done, all the times she has essentially either made fun of or has made disheartening comments about the delicious food is enough to make a grown southern man cry. It’s (Y/N). (Y/N) is the grown southern man crying. Someone gets this man a napkin before he soaks his good work clothes in tears. 

There’s definitely one thing that Moira is certain about and it’s that she cannot begin to understand the appeal and enjoyment of southern hobbies and activities. “How do you find amusement sitting within a tiny boat on a body of water all day, waiting around and hoping that you catch.. a catfish?” Or like whenever there was that surprise visit to one of the Nascar races that (Y/N) had only been talking about for months now? “Not finding the appeal in sitting here for an unlimited amount of time watching vehicles do circles.”  Maybe Moira would enjoy attending a rodeo? Nope, too dirty for her liking. Possibly spending time at the local auction, grinning as (Y/N) tries to speak as quickly as the auctioneer does? Ain’t happening. Trying to please Moira with southern activities is hard, another reason as to why (Y/N) cries himself to sleep at night. Yet, there’s one thing that Moira absolutely enjoys when it comes to southern activities. Watching (Y/N) doing his chores on the ranch. The way that despite the conditions he’s always out there unintentionally flexing muscles as he lifts and hauls those hay bales onto the truck. How he handles wrangling them calves or sheep whenever they’re needing to be checked out but aren’t cooperating. Moira’s favorite part about it all? Watching (Y/N) on those horses of his~ The way that he just handles himself on such a creature that could absolutely crush him in a split second. How he gives that sweet, signature grin of his, all while giving that devious wink to Moira, then riding away on that horse to finish his chores. Makes Moira wanna take (Y/N) for a ride around the bar if you happen to catch her drift. Either way, no matter how many comments or teasing that Moira might do to (Y/N), she adores and loves him either way.

[janetbrown711]

Fine, Great

Part two: electric boogaloo

It's MK's perspective time !

tw for smoking

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 8.5 Part 9

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“OoOOOooo, who’s callin’?” Mei asked, pinching her last bean dumpling shut.

“Ah– no one. I’ll call back later,” Pigsy hung up and set his phone on silent. “You two done?”

“Yes sir Mr. Piggy,” Mei gave a big old grin. MK panicked at that– quickly twisting the last five in front of him and placing them on the tray with a nervous smile and thumbs up.

Pigsy chuckled. “Alright, how’s about you go set the table then?”

MK didn’t know how to set a table. It wasn’t really practice at his old home. It was more of a “paper plates and utensils if you’re lucky” kind of deal– if there even was food, because there was a solid amount of days there straight up wasn’t anything.

“Do we gotta?” Mei flopped onto the kitchen counter, making MK giggle but also get nervous about how Mr. Pigsy would react.

When the chef rolled his eyes, he nearly flinched, though relaxed when he said, “If we finish early and you two’re still up for it, we can get you some dragon’s beard candy, alright?” instead of threatening them.

MK looked to Mei for their next course of action, which was when in an act of pure betrayal, she dashed off to the plates, starting a silent race without him that he struggled to catch up.

“HA HA! They should call you MK the Slowpoke,” Mei smirked as she slammed her plate down.

“Well they should call you Mei the… um…” MK thought furiously for a good comeback before snapping.

“They should call you Mei the Meany Dragon Girl,” He smirked and crossed his arms in his victory.

“Original,” Mei raised her eyebrows in mockery.

“Yeah, well so is ‘slow poke’,” MK rolled his eyes.

Mei just blew a raspberry at that, before the kids both erupted into a laughing fit.

“Being mean really isn’t our thing, is it MK?” Mei snorted.

MK shook his head. “Looks like we’re stuck on the good guy team.”

“Rats. And here I thought I’d look really cool in red and black,” Mei shook her head ‘solemnly’.

MK shrugged with a grin. “Who knows? Maybe we can find a cool bad guy who can turn us evil for us– maybe with mind control OooOOoOoo,” MK wiggled his fingers.

“Ooo! Yeah! And they can have cool fire or ice powers,” Mei grinned. “And then it’ll be all like ‘Oh MK-! Please wake up! Who will be my bestie without you?!”

“Oh puh-lease, as if I’d ever turn evil without you,” MK elbowed her.

“Yeah you right,” Mei elbowed her bestie right back. “C’mon– let’s go get the other plates and stuff.”

MK nodded and the two were gonna head out to the kitchen when they saw Mr. Pigsy and Mr. Tang standing very close together slicing the lotus root.

MK was going to just keep walking in, but Mei grabbed his arm and yanked him back.

“What the heck was that for?” MK rubbed his arm, but Mei shushed him.

“I wanna see what they’re doing and you were just gonna walk in and ruin it!” Mei whisper-yelled, getting low and peaking around the corner.

“They’re just slicing lotus,” MK looked back at the demon and scholar, not finding anything all that interesting.

The two men broke apart and started laughing, which made Mei’s eyes narrow.

“Somethin’s weird about them, MK, I can feel it,” She said.

“Weird? What’s weird?” MK was genuinely lost when Tang suddenly exclaimed, causing Mei to jump back to her feet.

“Well, guess that’s over now,” Mei dusted herself off. “Still weird though.”

“Mei, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” MK stated flatly and Mei rolled her eyes.

“Maybe you’re now MK the Oblivious Kid,” She teased again, watching as Pigsy hovered behind Mr. Tang, and there was a knock at the door. The kids looked at each other in confusion, before deciding to step out and watch as Tang disappeared to the bathroom and their guardian didn’t open the door.

“Who do you think it is?” MK whispered to Mei.

Mei shrugged. “Hope it’s not cops again– I can’t even think of anything bad we did.”

MK hoped it wasn’t cops either.

And then Pigsy opened the door, whereupon a large female pig demon burst through and started showering their guardian in kisses and affections, startling all three of them.

“Ah– there’s my widdle Pigsy-wigsy! My, you’ve gotten so fat– why are you wearing your glamor at home? Also why didn’t you tell your father and I you moved??? Oh I missed you so much,” She had said as she did.

“Pigsy-wigsy?????” Mei had to physically hold back her laughter by slapping a hand over her mouth.

“Ma– Pops– you really shouldn’t’ve come,” The guardian said, straining.

Mei and MK shared a look at that.

“Oh I know, I know– but that’s why I called– you know, I really didn’t expect you to suddenly move into a place like this– is that a genuine Bluthner piano? Oh, you know your nana and I used to own a piano in the house Papa bought– wasn’t genuine ivory or anything but it was real lovely. Oh, you know that one song that–”

“Wow, that ‘Ma’ can really talk,” MK had no interest in piano and so easily tuned it out, instead looking at the absolutely hulking demon standing in the door, whom he made eye contact with.

“Who’re the humans?” The demon asked and Pigsy glanced at them anxiously.

Hm.

“Ah– well– um– it’s complicated, but I’m their– uh– legal guardian now,” Pigsy said, and the bigger demon stepped inside, an ice cold stare still over MK and Mei. MK didn’t know why he said it was complicated– seemed pretty straight forward to him.

MK met the demon's gaze, and decided maybe complimenting him would make him relax or smile or something.

“Wow– you’re really tall Mr. Pops, sir.”

Wow that sounded stupid.

“I like your tusks! They’re cool!” Mei went along with MK, much to his relief. It helped she was right too– he had biiiig tusks that MK once thought Pigsy had but he’d only seen them when the chef had been asleep in the old apartment.

Just then, ‘Ma’ emerged from around the corner, and practically rushed to ‘Pops’ side.

“Oh my great sage– Who are these absolute cuties? Are they like your little delivery boy and girl? Oh you know that’s just the sweetest little idea– I’m Zhu Jiayi, and this is my husband Zhu Hangleng– we’re Mr. Pigsy’s Ma and Pa,” She all but pinched their cheeks.

MK’s face lit up. ““Woah! We got grandparents?” he jumped and looked to Mei, who was equally excited at the prospect.

“Grandparents? That’s–” Miss Granny Jiayi looked at Pigsy before letting go of her husband's arm and hugging her son. “Oh Pigsy– why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve brought gifts-!” She clapped before suddenly turning to anger and punching his arm. “How long have you kept this from me?! I remember tellin’ you specifically if you ever gave me grandbabies you were supposed to call me immediately.”

“Wow– talk about nice,” Mei snickered.

“She’s just like you,” MK smirked and she elbowed him.

“Woah– woah– I– it’s not like that– they’re full human– if dragon counts as that–” Pigsy broke the hug and shook his head. ““It happened so fast and strangely– I couldn’t explain it if I tried.”

Ignoring that, MK looked back at Jiayi and Hangleng and smiled. “This is so cool! I’ve never had a granny or grandpa before.”

It was true– of, at least he thought so. Being randomly found on the street probably meant he had no original grandparents and his ‘parents’ didn’t have any either.

“Oh please, call me your Nainai, you absolute cuties,” Again the female demon fawned over them.

“Oh sweet! I’ve never had a Nainai and Yeye bef–”

“Just call me Mr. Zhu,” Pigsy’s father interrupted coldly.

Oh…

“Hangleng– don’t be a pain,” Pigsy’s mother elbowed Mr. Zhu, but the elder demon just kept looking coldly at MK– making this all feel strangely familiar.

Thankfully, Mr. Tang finally emerged from the bathroom, and Mr. Pigsy’s parents focused their attention on him instead.

Well. Except Mr. Zhu.

“MK, is this guy still staring at us, or is that just me?” Mei whispered to him.

MK shrugged and made a face that made Mei snort but keep her focus foward.

After about a minute of this weird standoff, Mr. Zhu’s attention was finally given to Tang, who was looking pretty uncomfortable now that MK looked at him.

He started listening to the conversation just as Miss Jianyi was saying, “...I mean– seriously– the least you could do is let us meet our little grandbabies after turning off your phone and not telling us about ‘em in the first place– not to mention barely answering any of my calls this past year.”

“Well that sounds kinda mean of Mr. Piggy,” Mei remarked.

MK kinda understood though.

“Of course,” Their guardian sighed. “MK? Mei? Could you set the table for two more?” he turned to them, making MK jump and nod.

“Ah– actually, maybe just one– I-i should get going–” Mr. Tang stopped the two from moving as they looked on in even more confusion.

“What-? You can’t go– you won’t get free food like this anywhere else,” the chef said, and while Mr. Pigsy’s words were funny, his voice sounded sad.

“Oh, I just–” Tang looked at Pigsy’s parents, then MK and Mei, and then barely at Pigsy. “I-i can’t intrude on this whole ‘family’ business– ‘Sides I think I might need stitches for this cut so I should head to an urgent care–”

“Ah, I see. You got folks that can pick you up?” Pigsy’s mother looked at the scholar.

Tang took another step back. “I– I really should go–”

“Tang, wait–” Pigsy grabbed his arm, but Tang yanked it away, startling even MK and Mei.

“Okay, this is definitely weird now,” Mei whispered and MK couldn’t help but nod.

“Oh, well I supposed I could drive you if you’d like– we can be back here in just a jiffy,” Mrs. Zhu said, digging through her purse.

“A-Actually-! I-I’m fine! Totally fine! I just— I need some… air,” He glanced at Pigsy before speed walking to his room.

“This is weird weird,” MK whispered back to Mei. “Think I should ask?”

Mei shrugged, and MK raised his hand.

“Mr. Piggy, why is Tang acting weird?” he asked.

Their guardian’s eyes were forced away from his bedroom door with great difficulty as he cleared his throat and scratched his neck. “Ah, well–” Poor Pigsy couldn’t get two real words out before Miss Jiayi interrupted.

“Seems like the boy doesn’t have any manners,” she answered for Pigsy with a huff.

“I take back what I said Mei– you’re much nicer,” MK whispered and Mei bobbed in agreement.

His mother wasn’t finished though. “Seriously– who wants to leave a feast they’re invited to and then declines a ride? And then he just needs ‘air’ – you know, I’m just glad he’s not your boyfriend or somethin’ because he just seems–”

Boyfriend??? Is that allowed???

Now it seemed it was Mr. Pigsy’s turn to interrupt with “MK, Mei– why don’t you two go freshen up a bit and I’ll call you when the food is ready, alright?”

Freshen up? What was “freshening up”?

“What if I don’t wanna?” Mei probably knew what the word meant.

“D’aww, these kiddos are precious Jiejie,” Pigsy’s mother walked over to Mei and patted her head. “And I know you didn’t teac–”

“Kids. Rooms. Now.”

Now there’s an order MK didn’t need to hear twice. The boy immediately took Mei’s hand and scampered off to their rooms– where they decided to sit on Mei’s bed to talk instead of “freshening up”.

“So– uh– they seem… weird,” Mei said, flopping on her bed, causing the springs to bounce a couple of times.

“Yeah– I thought grandparents are s’pposed to be nice and stuff,” MK agreed, picking up one of Mei’s dragon plushies and lifting it above his head to look into its beady eyes.

“Eh,” Mei shrugged. “It’s about equal I’d say– plus if Mr. Piggy’s a big grump, makes sense his pops would be too.”

“He’s not a total grump, right?” MK dropped the plush on his face.

Mei took her plushie back with a laugh. “Guess not– maybe that’s his ma’s half.”

“Ooooh, makes sense,” MK agreed, picking up one of her pillows and holding it above him again. “You think that means his dad’s got a secret good side?”

“Who knows,” Mei shrugged and took the pillow from MK before he could drop it on his face again. “All I know is that I’d rather meet his Nana instead.”

“Yeah. Sucks that she’s dead,” MK agreed.

“Man, why do people gotta die? It’s so lame,” Mei huffed and sat upright in her bed.

“Yeah– sucks your parents are dead too,” MK sympathized.

Mei nodded, looking at the dragon plush in her lap. “Sucks your parents didn’t die sooner. I bet I could’ve convinced Mama and Baba to adopt you.”

“You think?” MK smiled a little.

“Totally– even if you are a total slowpoke,” Mei grinned and MK picked up a pillow and hit her with it.

That escalated into something of a pillow fight until one of Mei’s pillows ripped open and feathers went flying– to which MK and Mei quickly scrambled to try and shove feathers back in before deciding to bury the pillow under her bed and take this to their graves.

“So… how long do you think ‘til Mr. Piggy’s gonna call us back in?” Mei asked, flopping back onto her bed after successfully hiding the evidence.

“Heck if I know– I’m just surprised I haven’t heard shouting yet,” MK picked up a dragon action figure she had on a shelf and started messing with it. Mei laughed despite it not really being a joke.

“Maybe he’s done talkin’ with them and went to Mr. Tang?” Mei suggested, which made enough sense.

“You think that means we can go out now? I’m starvinggggg,” MK grabbed his stomach dramatically.

Mei snorted and sat up, “Do you wanna talk to– uh– “Nai Nai” and Mr. Zhu?”

“Kinda..?” MK scratched his neck. “I dunno why– I mean– they seemed kinda mean, but Mr. Piggy can be kinda mean too so– I dunno.”

“Alright, I’ll go if you do,” Mei hopped off her bed.

“Cool cool,” MK grinned as Mei took the action figure from his hand and put it back on her shelf before they quickly crept out of their room.

Pigsy had indeed left, as his mother was working in the kitchen and Mr. Zhu was–

Smoking.

MK hated smoking.

“C’mon, let’s go,” Mei grabbed his arm before he could refuse and so forced him to walk into the kitchen.

“Oh there you two little angels are,” Pigsy’s mother smiled down at them. “I was just checking on the spiced bean dumplings– they still need a minute to cool,” She said, taking them out of the oven and MK’s stomach growled.

“Miss Nai Nai, do you know where Mr. Piggy is?” MK asked her.

“Mr. Piggy? Miss Nai Nai? What’s with all the formality kid?” Jiayi looked at him strangely as she set the tray down on the island.

“Um– respect?” MK scratched his head.

“We’re family, kiddo, no matter what Bajie says,” She patted MK’s head with an oven mit.

“Oh but Mr. Zhu–”

“Mr. Zhu was being rude earlier,” She raised her voice so Pigsy’s father could hear from the couch, no doubt. When he didn’t respond, she growled. “Just call him Hangleng, dear. We don’t need any ‘misters’ or ‘missus’ around here.”

Mei and MK looked at each other.

Calling Mr. Piggy that was fun, and calling him just “Piggy” felt wrong though, so maybe they’d just have to use his actual name now.

“Okay Miss– um… okay Nai Nai,” MK said, and she smiled at him briefly before taking off her oven mitts and checking on some of the other foods.

Mei raised her hand. “Can I still call you just Miss Jiayi though? I already had a Nai Nai– kinda feels weird.”

The female demon sighed and nodded. “I guess whatever makes you comfortable.”

Mr. Hangleng huffed in content from the couch, which got him a look from his wife.

“Ignore him, dears, he’s just kind of like this,” She said, adding a pinch of salt to a noodle dish.

Mei tilted her head. “Then why’d you marry him?”

Jiayi’s face turned red. “Ah– well– that’s um–” she cleared her throat. “Maybe when you two are older.”

MK and Mei didn’t know how to interpret that.

“Nai nai, when is Pigsy gonna be back? I’m starving here,” MK asked, looking around for the chef again.

“I’ll say– you’re far too skinny, kid,” She snickered. “He’s out talking to that Tang fellow wherever ‘air’ is.”

“Ughhhhhhh, it’s gonna take forever til then,” MK groaned, sitting on the stools by the kitchen island, where Mei joined him.

“Well then, I suppose it’s a good thing I brought these then, isn’t it?” Jiayi smirked and pulled out bags of white rabbit candies, jingling them a bit before giving them to the ‘absolutely starving’ children.

“Thanks Miss Jiayi!” Mei said, tearing open the packaging with her teeth, making the elder demon laugh.

“No problem, firecracker,” She said, opening MK’s packaging for him since he was struggling. “So… Pigsy was rather light on the details of the adoption. What can you two tell me?”

MK thought a minute. “Well, our parents both died in a huge fire and I was on the streets for a day or two before Mei decided she wanted to run away.”

“Oh you poor things,” She shook her head and checked on something else.

“Yeah and then these cops found us, but they weren’t normal, they were tiger demon cops who apparently had it out for me,” Mei added, inspecting a piece of candy before popping it in her mouth. “So we hid at Pigsy’s Noodles and that’s how he found us.”

“It was super cool Nai nai! He fought off those tigers like it was nothing while Mr. Tang took us and ran! And then Mei showed off her dragon form and scared ‘em away! And it was so big!” MK gloated about his friend.

“Tigers, huh?” Mr. Zhu spoke from the couch now, standing up and approaching the kitchen, lit cigar still in mouth.

“U-uh, yes sir,” MK got quiet.

The male demon chuckled to himself. “Sounds like something that Sandy would’ve done for him.”

“It’s true! Pigsy totally hit one in the face with a frying pan,” Mei informed.

“Yeah! And now he’s got a big old scar in his shoulder from a claw,” MK agreed.

Hangleng thought a moment, taking a long drag before puffing out a huge cloud that made MK shrivel a bit inside.

“Makes sense. Kid’s a dipshit who doesn’t know how to stop trouble– ‘course a kid has to handle it for him,” He laughed, making MK wince.

“Hangleng, you’re been an ass again,” His wife scolded.

Mei leaned over to MK. “I didn’t think adults were allowed to curse around us.”

“My parents did.” MK whispered back.

“Yeah, but your parents sucked.”

True.

“Not my fault if the kid’s an ass,” Hangleng argued and Jiayi just shook her head.

“Pigsy isn’t an ass, he’s a pig,” Mei crossed her arms, getting her a look from Pigsy’s father that would’ve shut MK up in an instant but Mei just stared down defiantly.

Hangleng muttered, “Celestials,” under his breath before bringing the cigar back to his lips.

Mei was clearly coming up with a snappy response when Tang and Pigsy both came back into the kitchen with puffy eyes but soft smiles nonetheless. That was, until Pigsy saw his father smoking right next to Mei.

“You know, you really shouldn’t–”

“Yeah, yeah,” Hangleng smothered his cigar in the sink before tossing it in the trash, clearly startling the chef.

“Uh… thanks,” Pigsy blinked.

His father acknowledged it with a brief nod.

“Pigsy! We told your pops all about when you fought off those tiger demons,” Mei told him with a smile.

Tang laughed a little. “Did you now? Did you tell them about my brave heroism?”

Pigsy snorted. “Last I checked, all you did was run when I told you to.”

“It was very brave running,” Tang defended. “Besides, everyone ended up alright.”

Pigsy’s father smirked. “Only because a little girl saved your ass.”

“Pops–” Pigsy’s eye twitched. “Please don’t swear in front of the k-i-d-s.”

MK didn’t know he bothered spelling when he and Mei were still right here, and also knew how to spell.

“Oh- Sorry-! We completely forgot– our bad honey,” Jianyi apologized, wiping her hands on her apron.

“You both– stars above–” Pigsy rubbed his nose and Tang patted his back.

“So, is anyone hungry? Because I know I’m absolutely starving,” The scholar asked, instantly shifting the energy of the room.

And so after MK and Mei actually finished setting the table, the family gathered around the table and had an actually decent meal. Well– decent in conversation, excellent in food quality. It even turned out that Mr. Chronic Grump was a lot better on a full stomach and even had some funny stories to share about “him and the guys” and his past. Plus, Pigsy’s mother had one or two embarrassing stories from Pigsy’s childhood– plus a photo of him when he was just a widdle Piglet, which was cute (even if it made Pigsy mad and drink quite a bit of that wine Tang brought).

After many, many hours of eating and talking, Pigsy’s parents did have to leave, and so it was just Tang, MK, Mei and Pigsy again, and boy that felt a lot more right.

“Ugh, I don’t know about you three, but I simply cannot move a muscle– say what you will about your mother Pigsy, but she can cook a mean duck,” Tang joked as he lounged on the couch close to the chef, who laughed a little.

“You can say that again, Mr. Tang,” MK laughed, curling up next to Pigsy, who absentmindedly wrapped an arm around him.

“I’m just glad the feeling of doom is over now” Pigsy rubbed his entire face. “Those people are never gonna sneak up on us ever again, you hear?” He pointed to the ceiling for drunk emphasis.

“Yes, yes, I hear you Pigsy,” Tang smiled this weird ooey gooey smile MK had only caught once or twice that he now took the opportunity to study– especially when Pigsy had an equally gooey smile to give back (probably from the drinking).

“Good, because you lil’ kiddos don’t deserve Pop’s ssstupid face,” Pigsy made a face at MK that made the boy laugh.

“Pigsy?” MK sat up a bit.

“Eh? I thought I was ‘Mister Piggy’? What happened there kid?” Pigsy placed a hand on MK’s head that he removed with a laugh.

MK just kinda shrugged with a smile. “I dunno. All I know is my old parents made me call ‘em ‘Mister’ and ‘Missus’ – and I like you a lot more than them,” MK curled up again.

“Yeah, well I like you more than my parents too kiddo– both– er– all of you,” Pigsy patted MK’s back.

“Same here,” Tang rustled MK’s hair a bit.

“Eh, my jury’s still out,” Mei stuck her tongue out as she sat next to Tang. Pigsy gave a drunk and offended gasp, which made Mei laugh and confess– “You are definitely above most of my old nannies and butlers, so yeah.”

“Hear that Tang? We’re better than people gettin’ paid– now that’s a mid autumn festival miracle,” Pigsy finger gunned MK with the arm that wasn’t wrapped around MK.

“Ooh! Speaking of– can we get that Dragon Beard candy now?” Mei suddenly jumped up. MK had a feeling she wanted him to jump up too, but he was far too full of food to be moving now.

“Haha! Busted,” Tang laughed at Pigsy who rolled his head.

“Can’t we just watch Cooking with Chang’E? It’ll be the special Mid Autumn episode and I don’t wanna miss it,” Pigsy pleaded with the girl.

“I’ll take her Pigsy, you two little hogs rest,” Tang rolled his eyes before standing and patting MK’s back.

“Yippee! Let’s go, Mr. Tang!” Mei eagerly took the man’s hand and they were out the door in a flash.

And there were two.

“Pigsy?” MK spoke up and looked at his guardian.

“Yeah kid?” Pigsy’s eyes were still closed.

MK looked down. “I… I meant it, you know? I really, really like it here– and I even liked it at the old apartment too– I– I feel safe with you.”

Pigsy placed a soft hand on the back of MK’s head and stroked it with his thumb.

“I meant what I said too, kid– it ain’t just the alcohol talking; You’re a really cool kid, and I’m glad to have you ‘round.”

MK smiled and cozied up even more, the warm feeling of the chef’s hand on his head lulling him to sleep.

“Thanks, Dadsy.”

A pause.

“...You’re welcome, kid.”

[nella09archive]

Marriage. 36

Chapter 36: Where’s daddy?

Daddy’s dead? That’s impossible. Daddy can’t die. Wait. If what he say is true, then daddy saved me from that meanie man. But now I’m stuck with the meanie Piccolo monster. Well, until he threw me at a mountain. So, mean. He then made me take off my coat, and left me. I’m all alone. No! I’m scared. I WANT MOMMY! I WANT DADDY! Daddy? Daddy is dead. Nobody is coming this time. Mommy can’t do what daddy does, when I get lost. Mommy always sends daddy to find me.

Today is just awful. A meanie uncle hurt my daddy, and is the reason daddy is gone. A meanie Piccolo won’t let me go home, and is the one who killed daddy. He didn’t say it, but how else is he alive and not daddy too. I don’t want to admit it, but uncle meanie was nicer. He didn’t hit me, until I hit him first; from what Piccolo said. Uncle meanie didn’t throw me at a mountain. He tossed me into that round thing, and it didn’t really hurt. Also, uncle meanie didn’t scream at me, unless I was crying. But overall, uncle did talk to me nicer. He was annoyed, but he did speak nicer. If I didn’t run, he wouldn’t have put me in the thingy. Could it be possible that all uncles are just big meanie butts. Uncle meanie probably didn’t have a mommy to tell him he was being mean. If he had a mommy, maybe he would have been nicer and I would be ok that he was my uncle. Uncle Raditz just needs to get a good spanking from his mommy. So, wait, what is my grandma would be like? Well, can’t worry about that now.

This place is super scary, but I have to be brave. I have to do what I can for 6 months, then that meanie Piccolo will be back. Meanie Piccolo? Does he have a mommy?

…

Boy is this thing long. I wonder how Chichi and Gohan are doing. I hope my little man is keeping mommy happy for me. Don’t worry you two. When daddy comes back, and take care of these bad guys, daddy is going to be home more. Daddy promise will stop fighting, and just spend everyday with you. Then again, I can’t think like that. What if someone strong than these guys comes along? NO! I have to keep training to protect you and mommy!

I can’t let anyone hurt my family ever, ever again! My family safety is my top priority! Chichi would understand. Chichi. My heart aches for you. I hope you’re ok. I wish I could have had enough strength to tell you what was happening. I wonder how my friends told you of my death. Did you get angry? Cried? NO! My Chichi shouldn’t have to go through this! Chichi should only be happy. Gohan should only be happy. My family should only be happy!

I finally broke down. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I finally let the tears fall. DAMN IT! I WASN’T STRONG ENOUGH! I punch damn snake way. I failed them! I failed again! NO! I keep punching. I wasn’t strong enough. I wasn’t strong to protect them! I wasn’t strong enough to protect grandpa. I wasn’t strong enough to keep my Gohan safe! I just keep punching. Why do the people I love so much have to suffer! WHY? Why can’t I ever keep them safe? I’m a failure!

I slapped myself. Look at me. If Chichi was here, she would be mad at me for talking all this nonsense. “You’re so strong, Goku. There’s no fight too big for you. Now get your butt up, and prove me right!” I swear I could hear her. But yeah. I gotta get off my butt, and get through this. Gohan and Chichi are counting on me. My friends are counting on me. Earth, my home is counting on me. Most importantly. My family needs me!

…

It only been a month and I still haven’t found my Gohan. I do hope he’s ok. It’s been a while still I used ki. Maybe I should train again, and practice in that too. If I train, I could have a better chance to get Gohan back. I hope he isn’t hurt. Now let me finish the laundry.

…

That meanie robot was nice after all. Daddy was right. People can change. Even though I get chase by this dinosaur, and that funny tiger, it’s kind of fun. It keeps me busy. Plus, it’s like they kind of my pets. If daddy saw me now, he would be laughing. Probably telling me something encouraging to keep going. Heck, dinosaur tail makes good breakfast. Way better than fish. Looks like I finally found my favorite; daddy would probably be super happy. He always wanted me to try dinosaur, but mommy would say no.

Oh look, it’s Mr. Tiger. Guess it’s time to play. Actually, Mr. Tiger looks tired today. So, I guess I could practice those things daddy does. How does it go again? Oh yeah! Start with right leg back. This feel weird. I hope I’m doing it right. If daddy was here, he would tell me. Oh, what daddy does look just like those pictures in that book, mommy gave me. Punch, punch, kick, kick, and repeat. I’m going to repeat till I get it right. I’m going to make daddy and mommy proud of me! That I promise.

…

I’m so hungry. Wish I had Chichi’s homecooked meals. Like her hot pot, with wolf shish kebab, and maybe a side grill deer. Just thinking of her cooking is making me even more hungry. I wonder how long I been laying here. Once the fighting is done, I’m going to ask Chichi to make all my favorites. That includes her famous apple pie. Gohan loves her apple pie, too. I bet they’re eating one right now, and sharing my piece. Hope you’re making mommy smile, while waiting for me.

…

101, 102, 103… 200! Looks like lunch still got time, so one more set.

…

What is Mr. Piccolo doing? WHOA! Where that wind come from? Hold on Mr. Tiger! I wonder how Mr. Piccolo did that. That was cool! Can my daddy do that too? Ok, Mr. Tiger let’s let Mr. Piccolo alone.

Wait! I was on an island this whole time? How is that even possible? How am I going to get off? Maybe I could finally see mommy! Mommy would be so happy to see me. And I can have her hot baths, and yummy food, and warm hugs. But… But it won’t be the same without daddy. Maybe I can at least see mommy. Just check up on her. Just let mommy know I’m ok. I hope Mr. Piccolo doesn’t notice.

Mommy was right about making friends with other kids. This is so much fun! But if mommy and daddy knew I was stealing they be mad. But I have to, how else am I gonna eat. I can’t believe he left the other kids. “We have to go—” He punched me. But I thought… I thought… He’s right. Gotta do what’s right, even if it hurts. Is that how daddy feels when he goes off training? Does it hurt daddy to leave me and mommy? I want to cry. Does daddy hurt? How much does daddy hurt? How much does mommy hurt? Mommy? Mommy! I’m coming home, mommy!

I see her, she right there. Just a few more steps. Just turn around mommy. Mommy! I’m right here! I miss you mommy! I can’t… I can’t yet. Mommy, please wait a little longer. Please wait a little longer. When this over, me and daddy aren’t going anywhere. Me and daddy will protect you. Me and daddy will keep you safe! You’re important to us mommy. I love you mommy.

Mr. Piccolo. I’m ready. Train me!

…

Gohan? I thought I felt him near. Maybe it was him. Maybe he did try to come home, but the monster stopped him. Don’t worry baby, I believe in you. Mommy will wait for you, forever and ever.

Now to get back to making this welcome home blanket, for Gohan. Then I could work on Goku’s.

…

I finally made it! Whoa! I feel like I’m being crushed. So, this monkey is King Kai? Oh no, it’s this blue guy. He wants me to tell a joke. Why? What’s the point of that?

Wow, this is hard, but I can do it! Got to remember my goal. They need me to get stronger. They need me, and I’m not failing a second time. “You keep saying they. Who’s they?” Wait! He can read minds? “Yes.” Crap! “Why you say that.”

“No reason King Kai. And they are my family. My son and wife.” He gave me a funny look, and then got back to clearing his car. Now to get that damn monkey!

Two months on this planet and I’m really starting to get used to it. I finally caught Bubbles, and I hit Gregory. Now King Kai is going to train me at other techniques. No time for rest, got to get back into training.

A year has been up? Wow, that was… quick. OH NO! CRAP! I BETTER HURRY OR I’LL BE LATE! Please hold on for me. Guys keep everyone ok till I get there.

…

I can’t do this. These guys are so much stronger than us. I’m only a kid. I shouldn’t be here. Daddy, where are you? I’m scared. I panicked and I failed Mr. Piccolo. Now he’s angry at me. Mr. Krillin is trying to cheer me up, but it’s not working. I gotta pee. Oh no, that guy almost hit me. “You big smelly idiot!” That Vegeta guy laughed at that. But he’s the one I’m scared the most of.

Oh no! It’s my fault. It’s all my fault! Mr. Piccolo!

…

What is Gohan doing here? He looks stronger. Oh no! I’m not going to make it. NO! HE NOT HURTING GOHAN! NOT THIS TIME! OR EVER AGAIN!

“Daddy!” I so badly want to give my little boy a hug, but I can’t right now. First, got to take care of these guys, then I can finally hold my son.

“Leave. Go to mommy.”

“But daddy.”

“Gohan.” I really don’t like speaking harshly to him, but he needs to go. He gives my leg a quick hug, and I watch him go off with Krillin. Now to deal with Vegeta.

…

Why is daddy telling me to look up? Oh, that’s a pretty ball. It looks just like a—

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Endgame I | Dark Phoenix Series P.3

Takes place during the first act of Avengers: Endgame

Read parts 1 & 2 -> Series Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Dr. Evelyn Alice Stark (OC)/The Eagle/Host of the Phoenix Force, Wanda Maximoff/The Scarlet Witch (platonic), Doctor Stephen Strange (implied romance), Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier (implied romance), Tony Stark (platonic/Nephew), Howard Stark (Platonic/brother), Steve Rogers (platonic/best friend)—a lot of the marvel characters will be involved in this series since it take place during phase 3 & 4.

Content Warnings: angst, aftermath of near-death experience, profanity | Female OC (she/her) | Read time: roughly 15 minutes

Premise: Following the defeat against Thanos, Evelyn Stark is stuck in a coma after absorbing an unknown entity on Titan when she was on the brink of death. 22 days pass of being stranded before they are safely brought to Earth, where they face the catastrophic aftermath of Thanos’ victory. The remaining Avengers are at a loss, unsure of how to go forward, and the only one who can give some insight of what may have happened to Eve, is the God of Thunder.

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Space. The ‘final frontier’ as Star Trek would say. The endless void of darkness and silence. Where the light one sees from the neighboring stars and galaxies are actually glimpses of the past.

There, thousands of light years from Earth, a lone spaceship glides away after losing the last bit of power it had.

“This thing on?” A whirring sound of the helmet powering up gives Tony some satisfaction. “Hey. Miss Potts. Pep. If you find this recording, don’t post it on social media. It’s gonna be a real tear jerker.” He leans against the wall of the ship, groaning a bit. “I don't know if you're ever gonna see these. I don’t even know if you’re still……..Oh, God, I hope so. Today is day twenty-one—no, uh, twenty-two. You know, if it wasn’t for the existential terror of staring into the literal void of space, I’d say I’m feeling a little better today.

Tony thinks back to earlier in the day when Nebula helped him patch up the stab wound on his side. “Infection’s run its course. Thanks to the Blue Meanie back there. Oh, you’d love her. Very practical. Only a tiny bit sadistic.”

He then relays the update on their situation, grimacing and glancing briefly to his right out the window. “So, the fuel cells were cracked during battle and we figured out a way to reverse the ion charge and bought ourselves about forty-eight hours of flight time.” He pauses to sigh, “Uh, but it’s now dead in the water. Thousand light years from the nearest 7-Eleven.”

“Oxygen will run out tomorrow morning and that’ll be it,” Tony doesn’t mention how they’ve also run out of food. Nebula refused to have her half of the last bag and encouraged Tony to finish it. The man turns his gaze to his left, eyes falling on the figure laying still on a table. A shaky breath leaves him, “Eve is….Eve’s still comatose. I’ve had to shock her a few times with what little power I still have. She’s still breathing—which is a relief, but I honest to God don’t know how. Whatever she absorbed—whatever went in her, is keeping her alive.”

The image of Eve on Titan flashes in his mind. The sight of her bruised and bloody body impaled on a rock by her own wing. The horrified look on her face when she realized the flare-like force was coming at her. The explosion that shook the ground.

And her screams. The gut-wrenching screams.

Tony could still hear them, often waking up at night in a sweat because they would ring in his ear. “When she wakes up—,” he brings his hand to his face, rubbing the scruff along his jaw. “If she wakes up, I-I don’t know what we’ll find. If she'll still be our Eve.” He casts another look in her direction, “But then again, I don’t think at this rate we’ll ever know.”

“Pep, I know I said no more surprises but I gotta say I was really hoping to pull off one last one. But it looks like.. well, you know what it looks like.” He leans forward, looking into the eyes of the helmet. “Don’t feel bad about this. I mean, actually, if you grovel for a couple weeks and then move on with enormous guilt….” The words fall flat as exhaustion overtakes him. “I should probably lie down for a minute. Go rest my eyes.”

Tony rubs his face before glancing back at the helmet, “Please know, when I drift off, it’ll be like every night lately. I’m fine. Totally fine,” he assures, as if she were right in front of him. His fingers then tap the helmet right between the eyes, “I dream about you. Because it’s always you.”

Reluctantly, Tony brings his hand around the device to power it off. It clicks, the eyes dimming to signal the recording ended. Pulling his around his arms and bidding Eve one last glance, Tony leans onto his side before slowly letting the exhaustion take over. He almost feels a sense of peace.

That if this was his last night breathing, at least it would be in his sleep.

Some time later when Tony finally succumbed to sleep, Nebula approaches to check on him. She nudges him onto his back before gently helping the man into a chair. The action makes him shift, and Nebula give a light squeeze his shoulder. She made no sound as she walked away, passing by Eve with a solemn expression.

It was unreal how Nebula could literally feel the heat radiating off the woman. It made her flinch, remembering the burning sensation she felt when she and Tony attempted to move Eve onto the ship. Her one flesh palm was badly burned and Tony had to use what little juice he had in his iron glove to give to her.

They eventually had to skid Eve onto the broken wing of her suit in order to carry her. They feared the metal would melt, but luckily it held. Then there was the matter of getting her on the table. So far it was withstanding the woman star-like temperature—no sign of the steel weakening. Tony had run one last thermal scan and it appeared by the day it was slowly decreasing.

It was as though Eve was adapting to it.

Some time had passed before a brightness pooled behind Tony’s eyes. The sleepiness faded away at the sound of a distant boom, Tony lifting a hand to shield his face. The glow grew stronger causing the man to become fully awake. That’s when he saw something approaching the ship.

At first fear consumed him. It looked very similar to the orange flare on Titan, though this was visibly smaller. The bright light came closer until it was directly in front of Tony and the only thing separating them was the glass windshield of the ship.

Tony stayed frozen as the light began to fade before the form of a woman took over. She had glowing eyes which then dimmed to human-like and blonde hair fell down to her shoulders. There was a golden diamond-like star on the chest of her suit.

Within seconds that fear and dread of an untimely end disappeared when from Tony when she smiled at him. Hope replaced it, and he let out an exhale full of immense relief.

They were going home.

The mood at Avengers compound was a mix of grief and unease. The world as they knew was it shambles and the total of missing persons was still counting. Bucky, Wanda, Sam, T’Challa, Shuri, Vision, and many many more. Their worst nightmare had came true.

Thanos wiped out half of the universe.

Steve Rogers stood in front of the mirror of his old room, towel in his hand to wipe away the moisture and residue of shaving cream. There was a haunted look in his eyes. That’s what came with being a soldier. A soldier stuck in time that is.

A movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. The small side mirror attached to the main one was shaking, and Steve brought his hand up to stop the movement. But when he pulled away it continued, and that’s when he heard the sound of rumbling throughout the compound.

He dropped the towel onto the counter, racing out of the room and down to the main level. He found Natasha, Rhodey, and Bruce all huddled. All three were look around with worried gazes. “What’s happening?”

Natasha shook her head, “I-I don’t know.” Rhodey pulled up a projection of the outside perimeter. In the corner of the screen, he saw a very large object flying down with a glowing source at the bottom.

“Something’s landing outside,” he announced causing all eyes to widen. Together they all ran out to the front lawn where they found Pepper standing with clasped hands as she watched the ship descend from the sky.

They’re running slowed to a walk, all eyes drawn up before they stopped behind pepper. The woman they recognized as Carol Danvers, who had arrived to Earth demanding to know where Nick Fury was a week prior, was holding the ship and safety brought onto the grass.

The glow around her faded, and she turned to greet the group just as the latch of the ship opened to reveal a stair case. Steve rushed forward the second he saw Tony limping down, holding onto a blue lady for support. But a sense of dread filled him when he saw no sign of Eve.

Tony takes his arm, bidding a look of gratitude to Nebula before stumbling down the remaining steps. He panted, “Couldn’t stop him.”

“Neither could I,” Steve replied, holding tightly to Tony’s arm.

“Hand on,” Tony stopped them from walking, catching his breath. He locked eyes with the Captain, tears filling at the brim, “I lost the kid.” Steve makes a sound of defeat, his expression mirroring the older man.

“Tony, we lost.”

Nothing they could do would change that. Strange saw nearly 15 million possibilities and all of them ended with them losing. All but one. It was bound to happen.

Tony swallows hard, licking his lip before glancing at his savior. “H-Hey!” He called out causing her to look at him. “There’s one more of us inside,” he ignores the look Steve was giving him. It was a mix of shock and hope. “—you may be the only one who can carry her without burning to death.”

“What?” Steve asked, glancing between the two for an answer. Carol nodded to Tony before entering the ship. They all waited with concern, the others moving closer to see what was happening. In the mix, Pepper runs up to Tony causing him to let out a sound of relief, “Oh, good.”

“Oh my God!” She cried before embracing him. “Oh my God.” He hugged her close to him, relishing in her warmth and patted her back gently. When she pulled away his lips pressed to her cheek.

A sound from the ship drew back their attention. Behind him, Tony could hear the others gasp at the sight of Carol walking down the steps with an unconscious Eve Stark in her arms.

Steve starts to move, but Tony lightly pushes against his chest. “Don’t,” he warns. “You can’t touch her.” At Steve’s confused expression, Tony pulls his hand away to reveal the state of his palm. It was scared with light redness to it. The blisters had went away, but the damage was done. Tony would need to get a doctor to look at it, but he already accepted there was some nerve damage to his hand. It still felt numb even 22 days later.

Steve gazes at Tony’s hand, shock filling his eyes and Pepper gasps. Behind him, Natasha leans over to see and her hand comes up to her mouth. They both glance to Nebula, noticing how her one hand was similar. Steve looks back to the man, “What happened?”

He doesn’t answer initially, his attention on his aunt who was unmoving in Carol’s arms save for the slow pace of her breathing. Eyes closing, the memory once again playing in his mind, Tony let’s out a shaky breath. “It—it’s hard to explain,” he pauses to open his eyes to see everyone was watching him, “but I can show you.”

The remaining Avengers and their new allies all gathered in the main room of the compound. Tony sat in a wheelchair, IV drip attached to his side while Eve laid in the next room over hooked up to a variety of machines. It was a sore sight to see the once strong and willed woman so helpless. Her brain waves and vitals were still alarmingly abnormal, but relief came with the knowledge her heart rate was slowing and body temperature had decreased.

She was still hotter than all of them except Carol—the blonde being the only one who could physically touch Eve without any harm. She had to be the one to attach the tubes and machines with Bruce instructing her. As they worked, Steve watched from the doorway with his arms crossed.

“Is she going to be okay?” He asked Bruce, glancing up to see the doctor looked worried.

“It’s hard to say, Cap,” he spoke with unease. Stress coated his expression. “I’ve never seen anyone with readings like this. I-I don’t even know what’s wrong with her—do you?” Bruce turned the former Kree. She shook her head, moving to place the last syringe in Eve’s arm.

“I can’t determine anything until we see what Tony has to show us.” With that the three leave the room, giving one last glance to the Avenger before making their way to where everyone else was. When every one was settled, taking their place on various corners of the area, Tony weakly called out to F.R.I.D.A.Y, “Pull up Mark L footage from twenty-two days ago.”

“Right away, sir.” Within seconds a projection appeared and their eyes locked on the reddish-orange hue of Titan. Tony has F.R.I.D.A.Y skim through bit where Quill snapped, focusing it on the moment Eve was incapacitated.

Everyone was rendered speechless when the witnessed the Avenger impaled by her own wing. It was so graphic Pepper had to look away, her hand coming to her mouth to cover the gasp she let out. Rhodey also had to turn away, the image of his friend too painful to see. Both Natasha and Steve flinched, the soldier clenching his jaw.

The next thing they saw was the glowing orange flare. It blasted Eve through her chest before the rest swarmed around her. They saw her lift off the ground, the metal pieces disintegrating and the look of horror on the Avenger as the flare consumed her. She was screaming and in that moment they were grateful Tony had muted the recording.

Seconds ticked by before Eve was no longer visible and a bright light erupted from the force of the explosion. They lived it through the eyes of Tony. Dust filled the air and rocks rained from the sky. The anxiety Tony must have felt was swarming through all of them. The last thing the recording showed was Eve lying still in the middle of the crater.

“And you said she’s been unconscious ever since?” Steve asked after a minute of silence passed. He was rubbing his jaw, a habit of his when things became tense. There was a mixture of emotion flooding him. He wasn’t the only one however, everyone had to take a moment to process what they had seen.

“Twenty-three days and counting,” Tony replied, “I’ve had to play doctor and shock her because he heart rate is beating too fast for a human to withstand—even with that super juice.” Tony winces, adjusting in his chair. “There’s also the concerning matter she’s taking on a body temp enough to rival our own sun yet somehow manages to not melt and become Freddy Krugers long lost sister.”

“It was like—like that thing,” Natasha shakes her head, “was targeting her. Why would that be?”

“Beats me,” Rhodey sighs, letting his hands fall to his side. “My question is why didn’t it blow up Thanos. He was right there—could’ve saved us a whole lot of trouble.”

Steve clutches the back of the chair in front of him, his head dropping to glance at the floor. “Whatever it was and why Eve was targeted…,” he paused before looking back up,. “We’ll get that answer when she wakes.”

“If,” Tony corrected, grimacing at the thought. “If she wakes up you mean.”

“Tony—.” Nat tries, but he holds a hand up.

“No need for optimism, Romanoff. We’ve got more important matters while we wait for whatever fate has planned for my aunt.” He sniffs, ignoring the looks he was receiving. “Give me the stats.”

Though hesitant to change the subject, Steve sighed and pulled up all they had currently on the situation. Images of those vanished took up the screen, most notably their friends and allies. Rhodey was the one to start, “It’s been twenty-three days since Thanos came to Earth.” Stephen Strange and Bucky Barnes’ face appeared, followed by Sam Wilson and Erik Selvig.

“World governments are in pieces,” Natasha continued, the images of Hope Van Dyne and Wanda Maximoff taking over. “The parts are still working are trying to take a census and it looks like he did,” she paused, noticing the broken look of Tony when Peter Parker stared back at him. He had to look away, chest constricting at another wave of emotion.

“He did exactly what he said he was gonna do. Thanos wiped out fifty percent of all living creatures.” The room fell silent once again, everyone taking in the information. Sadness was evident on all of them. Carol, who’d been very serious and stoic since the moment she arrived, even showed emotion at the sight of Nick Fury’s face.

“Where is now?” Tony asked suddenly. “Where?”

“We don’t know.” Steve replied, leaning on the table with his arms crossed. “He just opened a portal and walked through.” His answer makes Tony sigh, wheeling his chair a tad forward.

“What’s wrong with him,” He pointed to Thor seated far away from the group, looking just as bad as him.

“Oh, he’s pissed,” an unfamiliar voice sounded. When Tony turned in it’s direction, the man was in complete shock when the voice belonged to a raccoon. “He thinks he failed. Which of course he did, but you know there’s a lot of that going around, ain’t there?”

Tony was at a lost for words, but somehow found them. “Honesty, until this exact second I thought you were a Build-A-Bear.”

“Maybe I am,” Rocket fired back, his body slumping in defeat.

Steve brought the conversation back before it got sidetracked. “We’ve been hunting Thanos for three weeks now. Deep space scans and satellites, and we got nothing. Tony, you fought him.”

“Who told you that?” he tilted his head, finding humor in the assumption. “I didn’t fight him. No, he wiped my face with a planet while a solar flare inhabited my aunt and the Bleecker Street magician gave away the store. That’s what happened. There was no fight—.”

“Tony—.”

“—‘Cause he’s not beatable.”

“Did he give you any clues, any coordinates, anything?”

“Uh..” Tony sputters out, making a motion of his hand against his head. Steve and Natasha exchange looks of distress. “I saw this coming a few years back. I had a vision-I didn’t want to believe it. Thought I was dreaming.”

Steve starts to stand, “Tony, I’m gonna need you to focus.”

“And I needed you,” Tony cuts with off harshly. “As in, past tense. That trumps what you need. It’s too late, buddy. Sorry.” The last thing Tony felt was sympathy for the soldier and Steve knew that. The thin line of friendship they had at the beginning of the Accords fiasco had snapped.

The older man sniffs, moving to stand from his chair. “You know what I need?” He pushes the bowls on the table away, making the contents spill. “I need to shave. And I believe I remember telling all yourselves—.”

“Tony, Tony!” Rhodey moves forward when Tony removes his IV from his arm.

“—alive and otherwise, that what we needed was a suit of armor around the world. Remember that? Whether it impacted our precious freedoms or not. That’s what we needed.”

“Well, that didn’t work out, did it?” Steve’s words only anger Tony more.

“I said we’d lose. You said, ‘We’ll do that together, too.’ And guess what, Cap? We lost. And you weren’t there.” Tony pauses, pointing his finger at the room where Eve was laid. “And now the only family I have left is fighting for her life and may never wake up. Your so called best friend,” he emphasized with malice, aware how Steve flinched. “You weren’t there to save her.”

The super-soldier tried not to react. He didn’t want Tony to know how badly the words were affecting him. Guilt had flooded him knowing the state Eve was in. It pained him at the thought she could never wake up. All he could do was pray she did so they could finally resolve everything. So Eve would know he was sorry.

Steve remained silent as Tony continued his rant. “But that’s what we do, right? Our best work after the face? We’re the ‘Avengers,’” Rhodey had to help steady Tony when he started to stumble. “We’re the ‘Avengers,’ not the ‘Pre-vengers.’”

“Okay,” Rhodey calmly said.

“Right?”

“You made your point. Just sit down, okay?”

“Okay. No, no,” Tony tugged away from his friend. “Here’s my point, you know what?” He pointed to Carol, “she’s great by the way.”

“Tony, you’re sick,” Rhodey said with more force, trying to push him back into the wheelchair. “Sit down.”

“We need you. You’re new blood.” When he successfully broke away from Rhodey, Tony marched straight up to Steve. “Bunch of tired ole mules. I got nothing for you, Cap.” He stood before him with only only an arms length between then. “I got no coordinates, no clues, no strategies, no options. Zero. Zip. Nada. No trust, liar.”

The word cuts into Steve and leaves a lasting effect. Pain fills his expression as Tony removes the device from his hallowed chest. With shaky breath, he takes Steve’s hand and places it firmly in his palm. “Here, take this. You find him, you put that on….” His starts to stutter, the air becoming hard to inhale. “You hide.” His knees give out causing Steve to rush forward.

“Tony!”

“I’m fine,” he pants. He pushes him and Rhodey away, “Let me…” The words fall as darkness overtakes him. He falls on his side, head nearly hitting Carol’s feet and everyone moves to the rescue. Together they get him in one of the rooms close to Eve. Pepper, who had been in the kitchen making tea, rushes in and moves to Tony’s bedside.

Rhodey, the caring friend he is, practically tucks Tony in and hooks him back up to an IV drip. He gives Pepper one last nod after placing Tony’s glasses on the table and exits. Steve, Nat, and Carol are waiting for him. “Bruce gave him a sedative. He’s gonna probable be out for the rest of the day. And I feel it’s safe to assume the same goes for Eve.” Like clockwork, the four all move their heads to glance into the room where the woman laid.

“You guys take care of them,” Carol says causing them to turn to her. “And I’ll bring him a Xorrian elixir when I come back.” She uncrosses her arms and begins walking away.

“Where are you going?” Steve asks curiously.

“To kill Thanos.” Both Nat and Steve exchange looks, before hastily chasing after her.

“Hey,” Nat calls, making Carol stop and turn around. “You know, we usually work as a team here. And, uh, between you and I, morale’s a little fragile.”

“We realize up there is more your territory,” Steve says from behind Nat, “but this is our fight, too.”

“You even know where he is?” Rhodey asks, leaning against the entryway with his arms crossed.

“I know people who might.”

“Don’t bother,” Nebula cuts in, drawing everyone’s attention. “I can tell you where Thanos is.” Her revelation had everyone on edge. They gathered in the conference room, focused on what Nebula had to offer. “Thanos spent a long time trying to perfect me,” she begins, trying to ignore the anger in her as the painful memories resurfaced. “And when he worked, he talked about his Great Plan. Even disassembled, I wanted to please him. I’d ask, ‘where would we go once his plan was complete?’ And his answer was always the same.” The woman pushed off the wall and approached the table, letting her head drop between her shoulders. “‘To the Garden.’”

Rhodey raises his eyebrows, not really impressed with the name. “That’s cute. Thanos has a retirement plan.”

“So where is he?” Steve walked over and around the table so he was in front of Rocket. The raccoon pulls up a projection of the Earth.

“When Thanos snapped his fingers Earth became ground zero for a power surge of ridiculous cosmic proportions. Something similar happened just before on Titan which we can assume involved your friend,” They all stiffen at the mention of Eve. “No one’s ever seen anything like it. Although the type of cosmic energy on Titan was different than Thanos snapping.”

“How so?” Steve asked, tilting his head.

“Not really sure. Haven’t seen anything like it my travels of our universe. But then two days ago,” the image changed from Earth to another planet. “On this planet, the same power surge occurred.”

“Thanos is there,” Nebula confirmed.

Natasha leaned foward, the glow of the projection illuminating her face. “He used the stones again.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Bruce nervously chuckles. “We’d be going in short handed, you know.”

“Look, he’s still got the stones so—.” Carol cuts Rhodey off.

“So, let’s get ‘em.” She nods at the potential plan. “Use them to bring everyone back.”

“Just like that?” Bruce doesn’t look convinced. He was right to feel hesitant. They already lost one battle, why repeat that so soon.

“Yeah,” Steve agrees with the woman. “Just like that.”

Natasha adds in on the topic. “Even if there’s a small chance that we can undo this, I mean, we owe it to everyone who’s not in this room to try.”

“If we do this, how do we know it’s gonna end any differently than it did before?” Bruce finally asks what he’d been thinking the entire time.

Carol places her hands on her hips, “Because before you didn’t have me.”

“Hey, new girl?” Rhodey gets her attention, not really enjoying how she’s taking full change on the matter. “Everybody in this room is about that superhero life. And if you don’t mind my asking, where the hell have you been all this time?”

“There are a lot of other planets in the universe,” she tells him. “And unfortunately, they didn’t have you guys.” Steve’s lips curl up and the look on Rhodey’s face. She just owned him big time.

The sound of Thor skidding his chair back to stand has Carol turning. The two lock eyes and he comes to stand right in front of her. Keeping their eyes locked, Thor raises his hand—just inches from Carol’s face. Blonde hair flies and falls back in place by the force of Stormbreaker flying past her and into his grip. She gives no reaction, remaining stoic at the God.

Thor brings the ax down in front of him, before slightly nodding in approval. It makes Carol smirk. “I like this one,” he tells the others. They share another look, one of mutual respect.

Steve turns back to the image of The Garden. Determination in his eyes as he says the words everyone was thinking. They were gonna find him, and they were gonna bring everyone back. “Let’s go get this son of a bitch.”

After everyone suited up they piled back into the room. Thor was the first to enter. And when the rest arrived they found him replaying the footage of Eve. When Tony had showed them earlier, Thor had paid no mind. Now the God’s eyes were concentrated.

When the recording replayed, this time focusing on the moment where the flare swarmed Eve, Steve approached. “Thor,” he called, eyes shifting back and forth. “What do you know?”

Behind him everyone’s ears perked, all thinking the same. The footage played for a third time before the man finally spoke.

“On Asgard,” he started, voice lowering as a feeling of emotion swarmed him. “My father once spoke of immortal and immutable manifestation of the universal force of life and passion.” Mix matched eyes trained on the screen. “A ‘cosmic entity’ he called it. The spark which gave life to the universe and all it’s creation. And the flame that will ultimately end it.”

By now everyone had gathered closer to the God. “This entity then traveled the cosmos. It would create and destroy all in it’s path—not even a Celestial could tame it.” The recording was now on auto reply, once again showing Eve’s bloody figure moments before the flare. “It’s said to be powerful than the Celestials.” The eyes of those who knew of Celestials widen in surprise. Thor didn’t add the fact the Infinity stones fell into the category.

He didn’t want to tarnish any last bit of hope for the team if his theory of Eve was proven false.

Thor thinks back to the conversation on Asgard. The memory of a young Loki and him sitting by the fire as Odin relayed the story while Frigga conjured illusions of a solar-like flare moving through the universe. Awe and wonder in their eyes. The thought of a being so powerful it was hard to believe. “My father said it was a myth. A legend passed down from generation to generation. Many civilizations worship this entity—they see it as a God.” He pauses the video on Eve moments before the explosion. Before the ball of light took form.

“Why are you telling us this?” Rhodey asks suspiciously when Thor finishes. Thor rubs his jaw, but doesn’t face the group. His attention remains on the screen.

“There’s never been proof said being exists. Although, it’s believed it takes the manifestation of a flare,” he zooms in on the projection. Eve was hovered over the ground with her arms spread out. Her head slightly tilted up and they could make out that her mouth was parted. All around her was glowing orange. If one looked closely, they could see tiny cracks in her skin.

It was almost a beautiful sight…..If not for the fact she was now laying in a coma because of it.

“Sort of like what we see here,” Thor trails off. The words bring a silence so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Steve steps closer, understanding what Thor was implying. His eyes move between the God and the image.

“What are you saying, Thor?”

He turns to Steve, a flicker of realization in his eyes. “I’m saying, if my theory is correct, our Lady Stark may never be the woman we once had.”

The conversation ends there with no explanation to follow. Steve remains frozen as Thor takes his leave, Stormbreaker in his grip and exits the compound. The others followed after him, many with expressions of worry and unease. Rocket, Nebula, and Carol were just as anxious despite not knowing Eve well. Just the thought of it being true was enough to spark an eerie feeling.

That their friend, ally, and teammate, who was unresponsive, had been targeted by a cosmic entity. ‘What did it want with her?’ was the million dollar question. They wouldn’t until Eve awoke.

If she awoke.

Seconds passed in silence until Steve eventually spun on his heel and joined everyone. The only ones who remained in the compound were Tony, Pepper, Eve. Happy had been called and would arrive shortly to give them company.

The projection still showed the paused image of Eve. Trapped in a fiery swarm of energy. In all the times they played the video—even freezing it, no one noticed how the flare, just seconds before conforming into a ball of light, was in the shape of a bird.

It had been roughly a week after the team returned to Earth following the mission to The Garden. Another failure had dawned them. This one the worst because it sealed the deal for the fate of their universe.

Half of all living creatures were gone forever.

Thanos had destroyed the stones, making his snap irreversible. He must have known they would try to come for them, so the Titan made sure they’d never get the chance. And then Thor cut his head off.

The second the returned everyone had scattered. They needed to deal with the hard loss in their own way. Thor went off to help his people find a new home. The guardians and Carol were back in space. Bruce and Steve took off to God knows where, although they remained in touch with Natasha.

And the former Widow? She settled in the only home she knew. The Avengers compound.

The elixir Carol gifted Tony helped tremendously. He was back on his feet the next morning feeling refreshed, but nothing new from Eve. Becase of this, Tony stayed longer at the facility than planned. Pepper was in the process of making arrangements for them, the two debating if they wanted to even stay in the city or find someplace quiet. It was common sense to push back the wedding—neither wanting to go through with it until they knew Eve was okay.

So here they were stuck in the compound with Happy, Rhodey, and Nat. It was almost comical how the atmosphere was. The last time all six were together like this was 2010. Natasha busied herself with the idea she could continue the Avengers, even if it only made up of herself, the Guardians, Okoye, and Carol. Rhodey did agree to help which relieved a lot of stress for the redhead.

She was the first to hear the choked gasp and beeping sound coming from the monitors. The chair she was sitting hit the floor from how hard she pushed off it. Natasha was running, calling out to F.R.I.D.A.Y to alert the others when Eve’s screams started. She wasn’t the only one to have heard the monitors, Rhodey was cutting the corner of the opposite direction at the same moment.

“Is she awake?” He said, oblivious to the ear-piercing scream.

Natasha gave a small glare, yelling over the screams, “What do you think?” They both entered the room to find Eve covered in a layer of sweat, hunched over the bed and holding her head in her hands. “Eve!!” Natasha ran up to grab her arms, but then remembered she couldn’t touch her. “Eve, look at me!”

“My head,” the woman whimpered, eyes squeezed shut. “It’s in my head!” She let out another scream as the pain pierced her.

“What’s in your head, Eve?” Nat asked, then turned to Rhodey, “Get Tony, now!” He spun on his heel and ran out. When she turned back to Eve, Nat could hear here mumbling in a frantic speed, “It’s too loud—it’s too loud. I-I-I can’t—-I can’t—AH!” Eve’s ears were ringing, her head pounding.

The monitors were beeping so loud it drew Nat’s attention—her eyes widening by the numbers showing. “Eve,” she calmly said, looking away from the deathly high heart rate showing. “Eve, you need to calm down—listen to my voice. It’s me, Natasha.”

But Eve couldn’t hear the redhead. Fire was consuming her. Her body, her mind, all of it. The voice in her head was almost like an echo. It was breaking apart the walls in her mind, with Eve unable to hide. A constant pressure to let her know it was there. “Evelyn.”

New voices entered the room, and Eve’s eyes snapped open when cold metal hands grabbed her shoulder. Her vision was blurry at first, but then it cleared. Tony was kneeling in front of her in a state of shock and relief. “Eve,” he said, but his voice shouted afar.

“T-Tony,” she whispered. That’s when Eve finally looked around the room and realized she was in the compound. “This—this is the compound. W-what, what happened?” Her eyes landed on Nat standing behind Tony, the drifting to the doorway where Rhodey was. Finally she could see Pepper and Happy behind the glass window. They all were wearing the same expressions.

Shock, relief, and worry all in one.

“T-Thanos,” Eve turned back to her nephew, noticing how he was gripping her with just the hand portions of his suit. “Thanos. Titan. The others— where are the others?”

“Eve, what was the last thing you remember?” Tony asked hesitantly. It was a good sign she remembered the fight on Titan, but now the questioned remained on whether she could recall what happened after.

“I—,” she swallowed, thinking back despite the constant pounding in her head. “Thanos he—I was on the rock. My wing—,” she gasped, hand coming to her stomach only to find there was no bandage or visible wound. “I was dying. I was dying And then, there—there was a bright light coming from the sky.”

When she didn’t add on, Tony thought, “Okay, that’s a start,” glancing at the floor. Eve, who was looking at the wall and didn’t see his mouth not move instantly said, “What’s a start?”

Tony’s head snapped up so fast it made her flinch and turn back to him. “What?” The expression he was giving worried her.

“I-I didn’t—,” he stuttered, eyes slightly wide. “Eve, I didn’t say that.”

“Yes you did. I heard you.”

Tony shook his head, loosening his grip on her. “I didn’t say it aloud, Eve.”

“What?” As the ringing in her ears stopped, more voices filled the silence. “Did she just—.” Nat’s tone rang out, despite Eve looking straight at her and no movement from her lips. “That’s impossible,” Rhodey was next. Faintly she could hear Pepper and Happy, but they weren’t in conversation either.

There was a spike in her heart rate as the realization filled her. She pushed away from Tony, inching further onto the bed. “Eve,” he tried to say calmly, but it just scared her more. “Eve, you need to calm down.”

“I—I can hear you—all of you,” she felt her lungs constrict. “Evelyn,” the echo called to her again. It made her whimper, tears brimming her eyes as she looked around her to find the voice, but nothing was there. She could feel everyone’s eyes on hers, unsure of what to do. “What’s happening to me?”

“You’re gonna be okay,” Tony leans forward. “Now that you’re awake, we’re gonna do everything to figure out what—-.”

“How long?” She cuts him off with a gulp. “How long ago was Titan?” Tony clenches his jaw, not wanting to reveal the truth. But the number of days flickered in his mind and it was enough for Eve to catch it. He hadn’t even realized it happened until she gasped. “No…”

“They’re gone, Evelyn.” The voice told her and the pounding returned. It was strong, making her clutch her head again and wince. “He won. Your friends failed.”

“No,” she cried. “No!” Lights began to flicker, causing everyone to freeze as fear filled them. Eve could hear their thoughts among the echoed voice. ‘What the hell?’ “What is she doing?’ “Oh my God.’

“Get out of my head,” she hunched over in a whisper. The flickering continued, becoming more and more frantic. The monitors were going crazy, the sound sending her into a frenzy. “It’s too loud—It’s too loud.” Her words had Tony and Rhodey moving to unplug the monitors, but it did nothing for the woman.

Just the sound of their thoughts were becoming too much. Eve didn’t know how to stop listening. And she was slowly starting to lose control of whatever was flowing through her. “Get out of my head.”

“I’m part of you now, Evelyn.”

“What are you?”

“You’ll know soon.”

“Eve!” Tony shouted, but it got lost amongst the wave of noise. Happy moved Pepper away from the room despite her protests, worried for her friend and fiancé. Natasha was slowly backing away, coming to stand by the door with Rhodey. Neither could form words at what they were witnessing.

“Get out of my head.”

“Evelyn.”

“Stop.”

“Evel—.”

“No!” She cried out and a light fixture exploded. A tear escaped her right eye. The others flinched and fear pooled at the sight. The whispering echo continued—a mental battle in the Avengers mind. And then all hell broke loose, when Eve’s voice took a tone none of them had ever heard of. “Get out of my head!”

The monitors closest to the window flew into the glass window—shattering it causing everyone to react. Tony nearly tripped on his own feet when he jumped back, avoiding the one nearly hitting him. Nat let out a gasp, hand clapping over her mouth. All the lights exploded causing them to run out to avoid being hit by the fluorescent glass.

When it was over, Tony ran back in to find Eve laying unconscious on the bed. This time, he could see the glowing orange cracks in her skin. They covered her hairline—going down her jaw and onto her neck. He didn’t dare touch her. If those cracks were visible then it surely implied her body temperature was high.

“Are those..is her skin cracked?” Rhodey said from over his shoulder.

Tony lets out a defeated sigh, not answering. The last thing they wanted was to be back at square one. It gave him hope she would wake up again, but now they had a new battle in their wake.

And if Tony was being honest with himself, he didn’t want anyone other than the people in that room to know.

“No one else knows about this, understood?” He says and waits for a response. When it doesn’t come he turns around. Both Rhodey and Natasha look hesitant at the idea. He narrows his eyes, “I don’t need her having any more stress added on to whatever the hell is going on. You heard her didn’t you?” They both nod and he swallows hard. “There’s something inside her—in her head, that we don’t know and it’s scaring her. This stays between us. I mean it.”

Nat rubs her arms, frowning as she glances to her friend. It didn’t feel right leaving the others in the dark, but understood it would be better for Eve. “Okay.” Rhodey shakes his head, but agrees anyway. Tony didn’t need to convince Pepper or Happy, they would support whatever he had felt was right.

After a few seconds Nat asks, “What do you want me to tell him?” The ‘him’ being Steve, “If he asks why she’s gone?” Tony didn’t know how Natasha knew he was planning on taking Eve away from the compound, but didn’t speak on it. He gives a shrug, looking over his shoulder to his aunt. The cracks had faded and her skin was back to normal.

“As far as Steve Rogers is concerned, Eve’s still in a coma—I know what you’re thinking,” he lifts a hand when Nat looks like she’s about to protest. “but give me another month to figure this out. She needs to be somewhere away from the chaos where it’s quiet. That should relieve some of the strain this new…power is putting on her.” The man was having trouble coming to terms with this new reality. It worried him to the point he was starting to feel a headache by what the future for his aunt had in store for them.

“She can read our minds now, Tony,” Rhodey couldn’t believe what he was saying.

“I know,” the man replied, scratching his chin. “We’ll take it one day at a time.” He moved to the bed, hands covered and brought Eve’s body more to the middle. He didn’t bother with the blanket since she was still drenched in sweat. He made a mental note to have the AC turned up in hopes of bringing her body temperature back down.

Part of him felt he needed to shock her, convinced her heart rate was high, but felt it would do nothing. All he could do now was wait again until she awoke. In the meantime, he and Pepper would find somewhere quiet and out of the city for them to settle.

Just when he was about to leave the room, something on Eve caught his attention. It was so small he almost didn’t notice if not for the little light coming in from the window. He leaned closer, his face directly over Eve’s—focused on the hairs framing her face.

“What is it?” Natasha asked, tilting her head around him to see what he was looking at.

“Get me a magnifying glass—or better yet,” he places his glasses on and shines a light on Eve’s forehead. Squinting, he makes out the discolor at the root of her scalp. “What in the hell?” It couldn’t be possible—there was no way. Even after blinking several times to see if his mind was playing ticks on him, it was still there clear as day.

The roots of Eve’s dark—almost black hair, so small one could miss it if they weren’t looking with a magnifying glass,

was a deep blood red.

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haikyuu boys as expecting fathers

characters: TimeSkip!Tsukishima Kei, Bokuto Kōtarō, & Ushijima Wakatoshi, all with a Fem!Pregnant!Reader

warnings: pregnant reader and mentions of having a baby so pls be mindful if this makes you dysphoric or if you’re not in a good headspace for it. But otherwise, it’s all fluff so I hope it makes you guys smile!

a/n: everyone around me irl is having babies so here is the result of that LOL i love cute stories about expecting families and shit. All of these are obviously with TimeSkip! characters! And none of the following gifs are mine so credits to the original creators! Hope you guys like it :) 

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Tsukishima loves to tease the shit out of you, and that hasn’t really changed since you started getting bigger. But now, he’ll hide your cravings in the top shelves of the pantry so you have to make him come get it. He can’t help it, it’s that angry pouty look in your eyes - he’s so in love with you, even when you look like you’re about to murder him.

But despite him hiding everything you could possibly crave, he is an absolute sweetheart. He calls his mom every now and then to update her about you and the baby, probably asks about what she liked when she was pregnant. She tells him stories about liking to read to him and his brother, or how she enjoyed a nice bath if she was particularly sore that day. She even joked that she found it really hard to put her shoes on so typically she just wore slippers or easy to slip on shoes.

Cut to the next day, you wake up to Tsukishima reading a book of dinosaur facts to your belly. He’s not so much reading it as he is disputing and/or explaining further the facts that are written in it. He doesn’t notice you wake up while he waves away the book and states, “It’s fine. When you’re here, I’ll just bring you to my museum and I’ll show you in person. I can sneak you out of daycare, just don’t tell your mom.”

You had hoped to be able to keep your independence for longer than this, but found yourself struggling to properly put on your shoes. You huffed, muttering something to your unborn kid about how you’d hold this over their heads forever, and just waddled about with the backs of your shoes folded under your heel. Tsukishima raised an eyebrow as he noticed, waiting for you to sit down in the car before holding the door open and bending down to properly put your shoes on.

“Kei, what’re you doing?” You laughed, watching him swiftly tie up your laces. “They’re fine, they’re old shoes anyways.”

“If you wear your shoes like that, you’ll fall and hurt yourself,” he shrugged. “I can’t have you hurting the little Tsukishima just because you can’t put your shoes on.”

His expression was the same plain emotionless face as usual, but you smiled anyways because here he was, kneeling in front of you and helping you with what is supposed to be a simple task.

The day went on as usual, but you definitely weren’t prepared for your husband to call you into the bathroom and display the little bath he had drawn you with your favourite candle lit.

“Did you do something?” You asked him with narrow eyes, making him scoff.

He rolled his eyes, helping you out of your clothes gently, “Am I really such a bad husband that you think I’d have to be feeling guilty to be nice to you?”

You thought about it for a moment before nodding playfully, “Yup. So what did you do?” You laugh and he just flicks your forehead before helping you into the tub.

You watch as he smirks a bit, holding your chin for a second and watching your eyes, “Well I’m the reason you got knocked up so I supposed I have to take care of you don’t I?”

He doesn’t hold that sultry teasing look on his face for too long, especially when you splash him with water, drenching every part of him you could reach 😂.

Bokuto is in a PANIC the closer you get to the due date. You once just felt a bit tired after vacuuming and the boy thought you holding your front meant you were going into early labour.

“I’VE GOT THE CAR KEYS BUT I CAN’T FIND MY WALLET!!! BABE HAVE YOU SEEN NY WALLET? I CAN’T REMEMBER WHERE I PUT IT. OMG WHAT IF THEY WONT TAKE US IN. WHAT IF THERE ARE SO MANY BABIES BEING BORN WE CANT GET IN. I KNEW I SHOULD’VE TAKEN A CLASS ON BIRTHING BABIES!”

You let him run around because he honestly is so entertaining to watch while panicking. He pouts about it later, talking shit about you to your belly, “Your mom’s a big meanie. You need to be born quick so we can team up on her okay?”

“Kōtarō! Don’t you dare try to turn my baby against me!” You laughed, swatting at his head.

Man is overly prepared for any sort of situation. He already set up all the safety baby measures, like corner cushions and outlet covers, though now he’s considering locking up all the knives into a cupboard.

“Kōtarō... how am are supposed to cook like this?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at the lack of your sharp cooking knives.. and the butter knives.

The grown man just poured some more, “I gotta keep both my babies safe alright? I’ll cut everything for you so you don’t cut yourself.”

Except for the fact that Bokuto is definitely more accident prone than you are and has a few bandaids on his fingers now.

As an expecting dad, Bokuto found himself getting more and more teary eyed at any situation that involved a family or a baby. Whether that was just seeing kids and families play in the park that the two of you walked past sometimes, or seeing a commercial for diapers with happy bouncy babies, you would turn to see a misty-eyed Bokuto who would then turn to you and wrap you in a tight squeeze.

He was beyond excited at this point to meet your little baby - he wanted to know what they would look like. The perfect mix between the most perfect woman in the world and him, who was pretty cool thank you very much. This baby was going to be the cutest most amazing kid ever, who would definitely play a really great game of volleyball, Bokuto was sure of it.

Let’s be honest though, pregnancy is not an easy journey. Bokuto loved seeing you grow the baby but he knew that it was a difficult process for you. You were always sore and at the beginning you were always sick. And there were some days where you literally didn’t feel attractive or beautiful at all, but Bokuto would praise you as high as he always did regardless.

“You are the most perfect lady I have ever laid eyes on. The most gorgeous being to ever walk this universe!” He told you one day, pressing kisses all over your face as you laid across a couch.

“Thanks,” you tried to give him a smile - you always appreciated his compliments, even if you didn’t necessarily agree.

“What’s wrong?” He asked you with a small frown, noting your forced smile.

“I just… feel bleh. Not at all like how you’re saying I look,” you admitted with a small smile.

Bokuto’s eyes grew wide in shock, jumping over the couch to sit down on the floor next to you. He clasped your hands in his, pressing kissing to them gently as well. “I know you might not feel it… but I hope you know that I still think it. I don’t even have to force it. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met, and that hasn’t changed even though your body is changing a bit. I don’t need you to wear the most perfect makeup or the best dress for me to think you’re gorgeous. You’re perfect just laying here in my old sweats and I’m happy that I get to come home to see you like this every day,” he grinned, touching your cheek affectionately.

You loved this man. He was so sweet to you in every way possible. But sometimes…. sometimes his sweetness just went a little too overboard. You tried to insist to him that you were pregnant but that didn’t mean you couldn’t do anything. Man refuses to let you do anything for yourself. No lifting boxes, no lifting anything in fear that you might hurt your back.

“Kōtarō, it’s just my purse,” you tried to point out in a laugh, trying to reach it as he held it above your head.

“Nope! Not happening. What if you hurt yourself?”

“... with my purse?”

“Ya!”

“Kōtarō, I have to go shopping for food or we won’t have anything to eat. And baby needs to eat!”

“Well I’ll come with you then!”

“You’ve got practice!”

“It’s fine, I’ll tell them I’ll practice another time! My perfect wife and baby come first,” he’d grin at you and insist on opening all the doors as you two made your way to the car. You fall in love with this man more and more every day, even if he keeps stealing things from your hands.

Ushijima is a really nervous new dad, even if you can’t really tell from his stoic expression. He listens intently to all of the parenting advice people give, bought a few books about newborns, and has hundreds of tabs on his laptop of ranging topics from baby products people insist are necessary, mommy blogs about what is important to do when pregnant, and research that he doesn’t quite understand but feels is important nonetheless.

Ushijima isn’t necessarily a man of words all the time, so you were surprised to find that he started to talk a lot more after finding out that your child could hear him.

“You don’t have to play volleyball if you don’t want to,” he told them quietly one day while the two of you were on the couch. It came so out of the blue that you actually thought he was talking to you.

“Hm?”

“... do you think they’d want to play volleyball?” He asked you sheepishly, glancing at you with a shy expression.

You thought about it for a moment and slowly started to smile, “Well they��ll be attending every single one of your games so I’m sure they’ll be at least interested in learning!”

Ushijima nodded and you watched as a soft smile graced his face. You kept your eyes on him for just a moment longer, seeing a flicker of uncertainty on him.

“Wakatoshi, don’t you dare think for one second you’ll be a bad dad,” you warned him, poking his side and making him jump from surprised.

He stared at you for a moment, blinking, “You know what I’m thinking?”

“I know that you’ve been worried about being a good dad ever since I told you I was pregnant. I know that you’re nervous about being the kind of dad you always wanted to have growing up. I know because I’m terrified of being a good mom too,” you admitted with a nervous sort of smile, interlacing your fingers together. “We’ll be okay together though.”

Ushijima nodded and hummed softly, “We’ll have to take them to France.”

“France??”

“Satori wants to meet them too. He said he would make them chocolate.”

It wouldn’t just be the baby that Satori is constantly trying to spoil, but you as well. He sends over packages of his chocolate for you to try, grinning ear to ear when you call him for a catch-up call.

“Do you like them?” Tendō asked, and you could hear him humming to himself as he moved around a kitchen.

“I love them! But you’re going to make us fat if you keep sending them! They’re much too yummy for me to stop eating!” You laughed, eyes wandering to the kitchen where you knew you still had a few bits of his chocolate left.

“No no no no. I’m just trying to make sure your baby is a cute healthy plump baby! They’ll grow nice and strong!”

It always made you smile, knowing that all these people who loved your husband wanted to love you and the baby as well. Even Ushijima’s new teammates would come by and bring snacks or anything they thought might aid you in your pregnancy. Though, Kageyama wasn’t really sure what pregnant people or babies liked, so he just brought a whole bag of the milk boxes he liked.

“You’ve got to grow big and strong so that I can defeat you in volleyball one day. I can’t defeat your dad right now… cause he’s on my team. But I’ll defeat an Ushijima one day for sure,” he muttered to your belly with a fierce intensity in your eyes that made you laugh, making his ears turn red as he realized that you also heard him (Kageyama, the baby is attached to her, of course she heard you lol).

As it neared your due date, Ushijima prepared himself mentally every passing day. He wanted to be 110% ready so he went over your birthing plan mentally at least 10 times a day and reread over all the articles and information he had gathered over the months. He wanted to be the best father possible, but you insisted to him that you weren’t worried about this at all. After all, he was already the best husband you could ever have asked for.

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remote learning (m)

summary; working remote sucks, and you would love a little relief. after buying a new toy to blow off some steam, you’re baffled when you can’t cum. however, jungkook thinks you’re doing it wrong, and shows you a thing or two. pairing; neighbor!jungkook x (f) reader genre/warnings; fluff, humor, slightly insecure mc, this is pure FILTH—use of a remote controlled vibrator, do not and i repeat DO NOT try foreplay during a zoom call in the event u get fired im not responsible, phone sex, jungkook’s a meanie in control, cum eating, doggy, and topping it off with some sweet missionary bc jk has purty eyes, unprotected (wrap the pickle before u tickle folks) excessive use of the petname [redacted] w/c; 5.7k a/n; this fic manifested bc of work. and i!! am!! frustrated!! i think we all need a lil jk relief so here it goes! as always ty to @chillingtae​ / @eerieedits​ for this FANTASTIC fic banner, please go check vivi out if u have taste okok part 2: distance learning drabbles; 01

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“Tomorrow morning, same time at 9AM. Remember to have your reports alphabetized and itemized,” your supervisor says, but the only thing you can focus on is the abnormal amount of bonsai plants in his living room. 

“Alright now it’s time for the union to talk COVID protocol,” you frown when Mr. Kim moves ownership of the Zoom call to your union rep, who pulls up a Powerpoint. You feel your eyes burn at the sight: an itinerary containing over thirty-eight slides. 

“For fuck’s sake—” 

You so desperately want to turn off the camera and flop in your bed. Since working remotely you haven’t been operating in the most ideal of workspaces. You live in a one-room apartment with a communal kitchen downstairs, so you really only have four square meters to stretch your limbs around between breaks. You’ve pushed your bed aside and shoved an office chair between the bed and the wall, leaving you to squirm between ten centimeters of space. You have no desk because well, the little rectangle space is prioritized for your portable stove and meals. 

The meeting drones on for another hour, until your brain melts to liquid and your limbs feel like Jell-O. Furthering your anxiety as they talk about protocol that never ends up happening, delays that continue to pile up, and the anger that’s been bubbling between the higher ups and little goldfish employees like you. 

When you finally shut off the camera and fling your laptop under the bed, you still feel unsettled. Probably because your work life and home life have merged together, and it’s hard for you to separate work and pleasure. 

Speaking of pleasure. 

Your hand blindly reaches under your bed, looking for the pretty pink oval you purchased last week. Cleaned and ready to use, the little remote-controlled vibrator sits plainly in your palm. 

Needless to stay you’ve been in a bit of a dry spot these past few months. With a fear to go out and meet someone new, you’ve been left with yourself and your fantasies. That’s fine, but lately your old vibrator isn’t cutting it. It’s unfortunate, you think you’re messing up your libido by buying toy after toy, but you’re horny and lonely. 

Linking your phone’s app to the remote, you ignore the messages that have been beeping your feed since early morning. 

[11:21] Jeon: let’s do lunch! 

[11:23] Jeon: hehe i feel like i belong in mean girls. Do lunch💁🏻‍♀️💁🏻‍♀️💁🏻‍♀️

[2:20] Jeon: u loozer. Come eat dinner with us upstairs @6

[2:24] Jeon: dropping off a snack for u 

Another element of feeling horny and lonely? Jeon Jungkook. 

You two shouldn’t have even met each other. You live off crumbs on the first floor while he and his roommates are livin’ it up on top in the penthouse. One day a few months ago he crashed into you while working out, having run up and down the whole flight of stairs at least three times before deciding to collapse on you between the second and first floor. 

Despite the black mask that hugged his sharp jawline, you had felt nothing but attractiveness ooze off of him. Under his hoodie was nothing but curved muscle. He smelled so soft and sweet despite the fact that he was damp with sweat. 

The rest is history. After that day he seemed to show up everywhere, jogging more prominently on your floor and doing exercises at your level’s gym. He says he likes you, likes your company. He’s wormed his way intermittently, whether he’s seeing you struggle with an armful of groceries or when he hears you screaming over an Among Us match (according to Jungkook, the walls are thinner on the bottom floors.) 

The idea of Jungkook doting on you doubly frustrates you. He seemingly appears as the perfect man, unaffected by the stresses of the world. Jungkook’s job lets him work from home anyway, and he definitely had enough room in the penthouse for his own office. He works out, probably has a girlfriend and enough friends for you to gradually phase out of this weird neighbor interest. 

So you ignore his seemingly harmless messages, focusing on getting the settings right on the vibrator. You feel your pussy jolt a little in excitement, watching the silver and pearl pink oval shake in your grasp. You smile a bit to yourself, immediately finding your iPad for your favorite videos and some pillows to support your back. 

Half an hour later however, that excitement soon goes sour. 

“Fuck,” you bite your lip, frustrated tears streaming down your face, “fuck fuck fuck!” 

This isn’t a set of explicatives out of pleasure, unfortunately. 

No matter what you do, you won’t cum. You can’t cum. Barely wet, hardly a drop glossing your folds. You don’t even want to bother getting out the lube at this point because you are so disappointed. 

The vibrator is going at the highest setting, one that your neighbors can probably hear if they were home at this time of the day. You cease to care at this point, because the job is undone because you haven’t come undone. 

You don’t know why this is happening. Maybe it’s because you’ve had the liberty to touch yourself in complete silence, now that your neighbors have been confined to their homes indefinitely. Maybe it’s because it’s been so long since you’ve relied only on your touch, that your body is tired of the monotony and needs more.

You bang the heels of your feet against your flimsy mattress, feeling whiny and utterly dissatisfied. Pulling the vibrator from your clit, you glare at the infuriating toy.

“You’re supposed to be helping me out of my dry spell,” you chastise, throwing the toy across the bed, sliding onto the carpet, “I get you’re not Jeon’s dick, but you gotta help a sister out.” 

With a sigh, you fall into a bout of exhaustion. Not from a round of orgasms, but from the week’s stress and no way to let it out. 

You wake up bleary and disoriented, practically melding through the mattress. The sky is pink and blue, washed in a sea of corals and purples. It comes from the incessant banging. 

“Stop it,” you whine more to yourself than whoever dares to disturb your sleep, pulling up your panties and a pair of navy dolphin-trim shorts. “Whoever you are I’m comin’ so stop!” 

Swinging the door open in two strides you’re met with a chipper Jeon Jungkook; looking all cute and sweet in his big hoodie and smelling like a rosebud. 

“It’s 6:30,” he narrows his eyes playfully at you, “dinner’s in the oven.” 

“You left your oven on,” you deadpan, turning around to grimace at the mess that’s your one-room apartment. 

“Yes, so we have exactly ten minutes before my kitchen explodes in flames,” Jungkook chirps, closing the door behind you. 

You don’t even bother to tell him to excuse the mess, ignore the pile of bras hanging on your vanity and the unpacked groceries that sit at the edge of your mini-fridge. It’s far too late to salvage your dignity and Jungkook’s too damn polite to call you out on your state of slob. Although, as you pull out a bottle of wine tucked in the back of your fridge you blurt, “I can hear your fingers tingling to clean up my mess.” 

When you turn around Jungkook stuffs his hands in the kangaroo pocket of his hoodie, supposedly to stop himself from cleaning up. With a pout he says, “Can’t help it, Jimin says I’m currently manifesting a strong display of Virgo energy this month. Whatever that means.” 

Jabbing your feet in a pair of slides you follow Jungkook out the door. The hallways are quiet and barren, yet the silence isn’t suffocating as you two pile into the elevator. Jungkook opens the keypad underneath the regular boring buttons, revealing a sleek little set of light-up buttons that have the code to the penthouse. Faaaannnnccy. 

“Tryna look?” he jokes, cupping his hands to block your vision. 

You scoff, “I’m sure it’s something easy like 0000.” 

“You’re wrong. It’s 1234,” he replies cheekily. 

The door dings open and you’re met with yet another door. Jungkook presses his thumb to the biometric scanner, and a pleasant ringer tings in response. 

The penthouse smells like a mix of tonight’s dinner, savory, combined with a cinnamon apple candle. Jungkook is a fan of scented candles, ever since he got a whiff of your lavender vanilla burner. 

“Where’s Taehyung?” you ask, more out of your own anxiousness than anything. Taehyung’s  your buffer, the hyper roommate being someone to distract you from Jungkook’s incessant aura. 

“Dunno,” he shrugs, flicking on the oven light to peer inside. You see the telltale signs of a mean lasagna, the shredded cheese on top crisping to a delicious-looking golden brown, “anyway, you’re my friend first.” 

As grotesque as it sounds, Jungkook always finds his way to worm his way under your skin and find homage there. “Possessive much?” you quirk a brow, folding your arms over your chest even though there’s nothing to hide. 

“What can I say,” Jungkook’s legs stretch out as he squats down to your level, “I really fell for you.” 

“Gross,” you try to convince yourself, ignoring the thudding in your chest, “you technically fell on me, weirdo.” 

Dinner is a quick affair. He cuts slices of lasagna and brings it to the couch, where you’re pouring glasses of wine in crystal glasses. They’re so clean and shiny you can see your reflection in the gold liquid. You grimace at the bottle, normally this would be poured in a mug or your sippy cup, tonight your liquid’s getting a high-end pour. 

You two pull up an old anime to fill up the room, but most of it is spent in playful banter. Jungkook prattles on about his day, showing you all the cool updates he’s achieved during work. An app developer. A very on-brand, lucrative job for him. You love your job but it isn’t nearly as exciting as Jungkook’s, so you just let yourself be supportive and ask questions when needed. 

When the subject of you comes up, you shake your head and stuff your face with another cut of al dente pasta.

“Not interestin’ Jeon,” you mumble, groaning at how delicious his cooking is. What can’t he do? “Is this oregano? Is the secret ingredient toasted oregano—” 

“You’re deflecting.” 

Your shoulders slump, “I’m not very interesting, I tell you everything I do during the week and nothing has changed since March.” 

“Oh, not everything,” Jungkook mutters under his breath. You furrow your brows as his hands stuff themselves in his hoodie pocket. Is he upset you won’t tell him about your work stress? “And you’re very interesting, I’ll have you know.” 

“Yeah?” a small smile tugs on your lips. You sink further into his cottonball of a couch, feeling utterly soft and meldable at his words.

“Very,” Jungkook gets up from the couch, looking down at you, “want something sweet?” 

The prospect of dessert has you excited. Jungkook really is the perfect man, so kind and knows exactly when you’re craving something for your sweet tooth. You move to get up, only for you to sink further between the two large cushions of the loveseat. “Help me, ’m stuck,” you pout.

Jungkook giggles, and holds out his palm, “Hand,” he says simply.

You immediately reach for his larger palm, and you gasp when you feel something cold and soft touch your palm. As if you’ve been burned, you tug your hand back. But Jungkook’s hand is massive, the large ink-painted palm curling around your own, and it’s almost painful the way he clutches your hand so fiercely. 

When he’s sure you’re not going to drop it, he releases your hand. 

Nestled in your palm, is the new vibrator you left on the carpet this afternoon.

“Jeon,” you laugh tonelessly, hating the way Jungkook’s neutral expression mocks you, “you found my USB? Thanks, I know—” 

“Know that you’re having a hard time coming?” Carefully extracting your plate from your lap, he places it on the coffee table before Jungkook cages you between the couch. You shrink further into the plush seat, “I tried being a good neighbor, but you didn’t answer my texts. I heard you when I tried dropping off some snacks before dinner. Didn’t know you were into toys.” 

“Oh, c’mon Jeon. It’s 2020 and we’re confined,” well, in this scenario you’re confined, “everyone has a sex toy.” 

“Hm, I don’t have one,” Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek, pretending to be deep in thought, “so, can you be my toy?” 

Fuck. 

It’s then that you feel the tell-tale signs of arousal. Your eyes widen, innocently surprised at the fact that Jeon Jungkook contained so much power in so few words. You snap your legs shut immediately, sealing any possibility of you dripping down your panties. 

“I heard how disappointed you were, doll,” his arms have no problems as he bends down so he’s eye-level with your crotch, “it was pathetic, really. You couldn’t even cum on your own? You need someone to help you?” 

“N-no,” you cross your arms defensively, frowning, “you–you’re being mean, Jeon.”

“And what, you’re gonna cry about it?” Jungkook smirks, now sitting on his knees. His hands run over the velvety fabric of the couch, making a beeline for your thighs. Gooseflesh rises to the surface, and he immediately presses down to iron out the little bumps that travel across your skin, “I do wanna make you cry, but not because you can’t cum. You’ll cry because of how good I’m gonna make you feel.” 

You gape, clutching the vibrator in your hand. 

A little bit of your sweet, cute Jungkook resurfaces, softening when he notices your lack of response, “If you’ll let me, of course.” 

You finally drag the words from your throat, “I-it’s been a long time since I’ve… been with someone.” 

He tilts his head, “Same here. I just figured we could break that spell together.” 

What are you going to say? No? A dishonor to your sexuality, that would be. Jungkook’s offering himself up on a silver platter, and even though you do wish it was a little more you’ll take the sex. 

You nod, forgetting to speak again. Jungkook chuckles. 

“I want to hear you say it, doll.” 

Doll. Like you’re his little fucktoy, malleable and bendable to all his whims. Fuck, why is that so hot to you? “Yes, I want to have sex with you,” you declare, your voice sounding more breathy than confident, “a-and, you can be mean. If you want.” 

His thumbs press little light indents in your skin, over and over as if fascinated by the way your skin is so soft and gummy in his grip. “Okay,” Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to pull out his phone, jabbing a few things that you don’t see, “let’s do a little test drive, then.” 

In seconds, the little egg vibrates in your touch. He puts it on the lowest setting, a soft buzz echoing in the large living room, then at a bruising pace that forces you to curl your fingers around it otherwise it’d fall. Your eyes flicker over to Jungkook’s, who’s focusing entirely on the way the pink and silver egg moves, dilated in interest. 

“Fuck, and you thought this thing was broken?” he asks, taking it out of your palm and turning off the app. 

“Maybe I’m the broken one,” you admit softly, wringing your shirt. 

Silence seeps. Jungkook looks at you, brows furrowed as if he’s annoyed. “Don’t ever say that,” when you don’t respond, he grabs your chin, and you gasp when he forces you to look at him, “you’re not broken, doll. Everyone’s body is different, and we’re going to discover yours together. Got it?” 

“Y-yes,” you reply immediately, mesmerized by his seriousness. 

“Good,” he slaps the vibrator back in your palm, “and in case you’re wondering, this goes inside.” 

“I know how it works,” you scowl, “but won’t you show me, just in case?” 

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Jungkook gets up for good, piling the dishes in his arms and walking to the sink. You immediately miss his warmth, “but I think patience is a virtue. I have a developer meeting with some clients in America a little bit, actually. So just wait for my call, yeah?” 

You frown, looking down at the vibrator in your hands. How much longer would you have to wait? 

It happens at exactly three in the afternoon the next day, at the start of your staff meeting. You’re so tired of the same information being thrown back and forth, coupled with Brian and Jae having to fight over some mundane subject in the itinerary that no one cares about. For goodness sake, it’s Friday! What else would you possibly need to be meeting about? 

You’re wearing a button-down dress shirt on top, no pants on the bottom. Your bare feet slap against the hardwood floor, antsy. It’s been a long day at work and your back hurts, you’re half tempted to dip out of this meeting and hope no one notices. 

Your phone buzzes on your bed, and you blanch. 

[3:01] Jeon: thanks for waiting, doll. It’s time 

[3:01] Jeon: put it in

Shamelessly, your vibrator sits next to your phone, cleaned and ready to go. 

[3:02] Jeon: need help? Answer my call

Making sure that your Zoom call is muted, you quickly answer the incoming phone call. Jungkook and you say nothing at first, waiting. The phone just ticks with the amount of time passing, one minute, two minutes, and so on. 

Mr. Kim drones unknowingly, “So when we do return to live instruction, expect a strict process when returning. PPE must be enforced so our response team will—” 

“How wet were you last night when you went home?” Jungkook asks languidly, speaking over your boss’ voice. 

Your eyes widen, flickering back and forth between the phone and the camera displaying Mr. Kim’s boring speech. 

“Doll, are you hard of hearing?” 

“N-no,” your lips barely move, eyes glued to the camera and plastering an expressionless face, “I heard you.” 

“Then give me an answer,” he says patiently, “how wet were you?” 

“Very wet.”

“Little more detail.” 

“Soaking wet,” you flush, thankful that your work laptop can only stream in 360p. “I haven’t gotten that wet in such—such a long time. My pussy was practically clinging to my underwear when I washed up that night.” 

A heady, heavy groan resonates through your phone. You feel that voice straight into your panties, jolting the nerves awake. 

“Fuck, you have a way with words, don’t you?” Jungkook chuckles breathlessly, “c’mon, touch yourself for me. Swirl your fingers around your clit, slowly.” 

It takes a second for you to position yourself, spreading your legs in a way that your coworkers don’t question why you’re moving so much. A quick scan over all the tired faces says that you’re okay. Shyly, you press your fingers against your clit, doing as he says. 

“Oh,” you say more to yourself than him, feeling the wetness already coating your fingers. This is earlier than usual. 

“What?” 

“I’m already wet,” you say, amazed, “I haven’t gotten wet this quickly in a long time.” 

He scoffs, “If you’re so wet now, shove it in.” 

You frown. You did tell him to be mean. But the idea of him telling you what to do, giving you all the porn-worthy experiences to accomplish has you relenting. Discreetly grabbing the egg from the bed, you bring it down to your panties. Swirling the cold metal around your clit, you coat it in your juices. 

It’s still a little too early to be putting anything in, but you can take it. Slowly relaxing, you slip the little egg in your pussy, wiggling it a little to make sure it’s secure. It’s a strange sort of pressure, and it pokes against your clit from the inside, but you enjoy the stretch. 

“It’s in,” you reply softly. 

“Good.” 

You wait. You listen to Jae make yet another speech about the importance of masks and gloves, and then Brian has to interject and say that gloves are literally useless because they spread germs around no matter what. Even though everyone else is muted, you can practically feel the misery seeping through the screen. For a second you almost forget about Jungkook on the line. Why isn’t Mr. Kim stopping them? This is the thin line stopping you from the weekend, unbelievable! 

“Eep!” you jolt in your cheap seat, the egg buzzing in your pussy. Your hands fly out, gripping the edges of your computer. 

It hits different when Jungkook is in control. Knowing that with a flick of his thumb he can have you careening, whining for more or less depending on how hard he wants you go. Your folds hug the egg, nestling it a fleshy grip as it brushes against your clit the more you squirm. 

“You look so pretty, trying so hard to hold in your moans,” Jungkook says wondrously from the other line. 

“W-what?” you frown, “you can see me?” 

And immediately, you go to your trackpad to fish between the hundred-and-one employees also in this call. At the very end, you see a very simple name with no mic or camera: Jeon JK. He’s here. 

“Worked in IT, doll. Know a thing or two,” he says, “now, tell me. What are you thinking about right now?” 

“Y-you,” you mumble shyly. 

“So,” Mr. Kim finally ends that part of the meeting, thank goodness, “what’s everyone’s plans this weekend? I’m going apple picking with a couple of my friends from college. Hoseok is a bright bean who loves to take long walks—”

What the hell. You squirm uncomfortably in your seat, hyperaware that Jungkook’s watching your every move. You make glossy, stubborn eyes at the camera, trying not to move when he jacks up the vibrator to a higher setting. 

Jae’s of course the next employee to unmute his microphone, “Well, me and the bae are going house hunting…” 

“Fuck!” you cry, moving the computer to the left so you can pretend you’re picking up something. But in fact you're leaning your head against your mattress, frustrated. “I don’t fucking care about your weekend plans, Jae! Shut the fuck up! You wanna know my weekend plans?” Jungkook’s laughing at you from the other line, but it only spurs you on, “my plans are fucking my super hot neighbor! He’s a hundred times more interesting than you and he’s going to make me come a hundred times this weekend—oh fuck!” 

Your fingers latch onto your panties, drawing random squiggles and letters between the fabric. You’re damp, soaked to the core. You need some sort of friction, a reprieve from this hellish week.

“You flatter me, doll,” Jungkook is definitely grinning through the phone, you can practically hear his shit-eating grin, “I think you deserve a reward. As soon as you put the camera back on your pretty face.” 

Quickly, you sit up to put the camera on you again. Once again, the employees are in a daze, listening to whatever the next person gabs about their weekend. Even though you can’t really see it, you’re sure Jungkook has a 1080p camera upstairs that shows off your blotchy face. You moan a little bit, lips closed as the egg buzzes against your pussy lips. 

“You’re so cute, doll,” Jungkook praises, “you look so professional, holding it in. What could I do to make you unravel? Hm, what if you imagined the taste of my cock on your lips? Fuck, I’d love to slap your cute little face with my cock, baby doll–”

“y/n?” Mr. Kim calls your name, and you freeze, “what about you? Any plans this weekend?” 

Jungkook doesn’t sound angry that your boss has inadvertently cut him off. “Answer him, doll. Be a good little employee.” 

Like a zombie, you move towards the unmute button. “I–I uh,” you shake your head, trying to formulate a coherent response, “I’m going on a date this weekend.” 

Jungkook jacks up the vibrator to high, and your legs are shaking. 

“Awh, a date!” Mr. Park unmutes himself, practically shoving the camera in his face, “how much do you like the lucky lad or lady?” 

“I like him uh—ah—” you pretend to think, covering a hand over your mouth to hide the fact that you feel your orgasm fast approaching, “I like him a lot!” you finally blurt, “I’m, uh, really excited to see him.” 

“Best of luck to you,” Mr. Kim says brightly, “so Jimin, any news on those investors you had dinner with this weekend? I heard a lot of positive things…”

You immediately mute your mic, and pretend to lag as you fumble around with the camera. Shoving the laptop to the side once more you groan into your sheets, “Fuck—fuck yes—” you moan, shaking your head as you dip your fingers into your panties. The vibrator still continues at its bruising pace, spurring you to a high you haven’t peaked to in months.

“Good job,” Jungkook says simply, “could barely notice that you have a little helper fiddling around your dripping pussy.”

“J-Jeon,” you cry, “I’m, ’m gonna cum.” 

“Yeah?” Jungkook eggs you on, “you’re gonna cum around that cute little vibrator? Gonna soak it in your juices?” 

“W-wish it was your cock I was soaking,” you whisper truthfully, letting your orgasm take you at the thought. Your folds flutter around the vibrator, bringing you to a level of sensitivity you’ve only dreamt of, “Ah, yes, Jeon. It feels s-so good!” 

“Yes baby,” Jungkook groans through the line, “feels good, huh?” 

Mr. Kim interrupts for the last time, “And with that, I think our meeting is adjourned. Have a wonderful weekend! Stay safe and—” 

You slam the laptop shut, grabbing your phone and keys. “I’m going up,” you mutter impatiently, already jabbing your feet in a pair of slippers and locking the door to your apartment behind you. 

“I’m waiting,” he replies, eagerness trimming his voice. 

“Password?” you ask quickly, jabbing the elevator door shut once you step inside. Thank goodness you’re alone, you think as you pull your dress shirt further down your ass. 

“Did you forget already?” he teases, “I told you, it’s 1234.” 

Thankfully, the doors zip you up straight to the penthouse. The connection is always a little spotty in elevators, and you sigh longingly when you feel the buzz jolt and leave it’s momentum, quickly losing its rhythm between your dripping folds. Once you get to the top and the elevator doors open the second door immediately swings open, revealing a soft but aroused-looking Jungkook. He looks fresh from the shower, absolutely radiant and delicious looking. 

You don’t hesitate to run up to him, and Jungkook immediately cups his face in your hands, pressing his lips to yours. 

You’re practically on your tippy-toes, and you squeak against his lips when he hooks his arms around your shoulders, immediately lifting you up. You wrap your legs around his trim waist, not wanting to stop kissing him. He’s like the sweetest ambrosia, a taste you can’t get enough of. 

The connection to your vibrator has resumed, and you can’t help but grind helplessly under Jungkook’s clothed abs as he carries the both of you to his bedroom.

“N-need you to fuck me,” you bury your head in the crook of his neck, pressing quick kisses to his jawline, “I want you s-so badly.” 

“Hello to you too,” he husks, shutting the bedroom door with his foot. 

Jungkook drops you unceremoniously, and your limbs splay out on the fresh bedsheets of his feather-soft mattress.

“You look gorgeous like this, doll.” he sighs longingly, a hand going under your buttondown to press against your soaked panties. His hand lingers on the way your pussy moves in tandem with the vibrator. 

“J-Jeon please I can’t take it—” 

“Stop calling me that,” he snaps, hands leaving your skin.

You whine at the loss of contact, “Jeon, no. Jungkook. Kook, my Kook. Please, I need you.” 

That gets him going. His pretty chocolate brown eyes zero in on you, and he immediately shucks off his shirt and sweatpants, “How much do you need me?” he asks, pulling out his phone and pressing some buttons, “how much do you need your Kook?” 

The vibrator stops. You cry out in frustration, unsure if it’s because it’s off or because Jungkook’s taking too damn long. “I need you so much, Kook,” you warble with a pout, moving to undo the top buttons of your dress shirt to reveal your cleavage, “honey, you can have me all you want later today. I want you to slap my face with your dick, edge me until I cry, anything. I’m all yours, I’m your little doll. But please for now, I need to feel you inside me.” 

“Say no more,” his lips latch onto your neck, and you sigh at the skin-to-skin contact. His hand fiddles under your shirt, clutching a breast and slapping it so hard it bounces back and forth, “fuck, you’re so pretty.” 

His hand moves to your plain cotton panties, immediately shucking them off, “doll, you really are dripping,” he’s impressed, surprised when he has to untack the fabric from your glossy legs. He hangs the panties on his wooden headboard, a little ornament for him to jack off to later. 

His fingers brush over your folds, wasting no time to slip the vibrator out. He holds it between your faces, forcing you to stare at the pearly substance that coats the entirety of the egg. “Mm, tasty tasty,” he cooes, pink tongue darting out to lick a long strip across the oval. 

You tug him closer, pressing his lips to yours. He tastes a mixture of his own saliva and your arousal, and you grind helplessly against him. You feel how big his cock is, rock-hard and trying very diligently not to bust. He must have a crazy amount of control, and it drives you nuts. 

“Kook,” you frown, bumping your crotch with his.

“Impatient, good thing I am too,” he shucks off his boxers while you unbutton the rest of your shirt, “knees and hands, doll.” 

You don’t care how or what way he’ll take you. Fuck, he could bend you into an Auntie Anne’s pretzel and you’d comply. 

Arching your back so your ass is in the air, you wiggle around, hoping he’ll take the bait. That’s when you sigh, feeling the tip of his dick brush against your wetness.

“Soaking my cock already, baby,” he says, “you’re so good to me.” 

And finally, finally, he slips in. You don’t even care that it stretches you a little too far and too long, it’s been too damn long since you’ve had decent dick and Jungkooks far more than decent. 

He goes at a quick pace, finally showing how impatient he’s been all this time. Your moans and groans fill the room, a symphony of pleasure and pain as he stretches your walls to the brim. You hold a pillow to your chest, feeling woozy at the way his fat cock stretches you out. 

“F-fuck yeah,” the pace is hard, you practically feel it in your belly, and you love it. “You feel so fucking tight, baby,” he’s all up in your ear, kissing the lobe briefly, “I love the way you suck my cock back in.” 

“Kook,” you press your ass back, “harder, please. I’m your little doll, right? Y-you can fuck me however you want, as hard as you want! Please, ah—! Use me!” 

You cry out when he slips from your folds, immediately flipping you on your back. He wastes no time to wet his dick, lifting one leg over his shoulder to have you deeper. This position is far more intimate, and your noses are practically touching as he thrusts into you. 

You can’t believe you’re in bed with Jeon Jungkook. This must be a dream, a really great, really long wet dream. You crumble in his grip, and you lift a shaky hand to run through his thick black strands. 

“Why’d you make me wait so long?” you cry, staring right into his glittering eyes, “why couldn’t you come for me after your call last night?” 

“Why’d I make you wait?” he grits, crushing the flesh between your hip bones so he can have more leverage to pound into you, “why did you make me wait? Since March, I’ve wanted you. I told you I liked you, told you I fell for you.” 

“T-thought it was a joke,” you warble pathetically, breasts bouncing at his relentless rhythm.

“You think th-this is a joke?” for further emphasis, he glides slower, making you feel just how large and thick he is against your folds, “I want you, doll. Y-yeah, fu-fuck. Want to feed you every day, feed you lasagna, feed you with my cum, make you happy.” 

“I—I want that too, Kook,” you’re a pile of pink mush, and you feel your eyes prick from the overwhelming emotions that have washed over both of you. “Sh-shit, Kook. I think, I think I’m gon’ cum again.” 

“Good, you first,” his hand plays figure 8s with your precious pearl, seeping with arousal and coating his cock in delicious lubrication. 

It doesn’t take long for you to cum. You’re holding him as tight as you can, nails digging into his shoulders as you clench around his cock. Jungkook cums shortly after, and you keen at the sensitivity when his hot cum coats your walls. “Baby doll,” he exhales, thrusting lazily. The both of you feel your combined arousal drip between the two of you, onto your skin and onto his sheets, “y-you’re amazing.” 

His softened cock slips out of you, and his hands immediately reach over to swirl around the heady cream over your engorged pussy. You moan when he brings his fingers to your lips, “Open, doll.” 

It tastes salty yet sweet, and you suckle around his finger with a cute little pop. Jungkook grins brightly, feeling like he won the lottery. 

“Are my walls that thin?” you pout, pressing closer to him when he pulls the blankets to your chest. 

“Very,” Jungkook nods with a chuckle, tucking the two of you in, “now get some rest, doll. You presented a lot of offers to me earlier, and I intend to go through with them.” 

You smile into his chest, melty and feeling utterly sated. 

[lumosandnoxwriting]

Attachment Issues - Fred Weasley

Title: Attachment Issues Pairing: Fred x Fem!Reader Summary: Fred’s not quite ready to leave his daughter to go back to work, so he has to find a creative way to keep her with him. A/N: just some more Dad!Fred fluff because I’m soft for it. This isn’t in anyway related to my dad!fred series, just something cute I couldn’t stop thinking about! Tags: @feltondarling​ @pandaxnienke​ @raerae27​ @thefifthweasley

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“Figured I would find you here,” Y/N says softly as she rests against the door jamb of the nursery.

Fred looks up at his wife for a brief moment, before refocusing his attention on the bundle of blankets in his arms. Their daughter is just barely a month old, and Fred’s heart feels as if it’s melting out of his chest as he watches her blink up at him. “Gotten that predictable, have I?”

Y/N chuckles as she steps further into the room, taking a seat on the floor in front of Fred. “I’m afraid so, love. That little girl has had you wrapped around her finger since the moment she came into this world.”

Fred rolls his eyes fondly, knowing that Y/N is right. When they first found out they were expecting Fred had told everyone he didn’t mind what they had, as long as they inherited his love of pranks. But deep down he had hoped it would be a girl, a little princess for him to spoil. He cried endlessly the day she was born, and the only time he would put her down is when Y/N would demand a turn. Everyone loves to tease him, and tell him that Electra turned him soft, but he doesn’t care. Becoming a Dad has made him feel whole, and he wants to make sure his daughter never doubts how much he loves her.

“Well so does her Mother so there’s no surprise there,” Fred teases, nudging Y/N’s leg with his foot. “I’d go to the ends of the earth for both of you.”

Y/N doesn’t say anything and just sits there watching Fred for a moment. His eyes are soft as he looks down at their daughter, and they’re filled to the brim with pure love and adoration. Watching Fred become a Dad has made Y/N fall even more in love with him, something she never thought was possible. Whenever Y/N starts to feel overwhelmed or she begins to doubt herself Fred is always right there beside her to lend a helping hand and remind her how wonderful she is. He’s right there with her during every late night feeding, he’s always willing to change the dirty diapers and no matter how tired he is, he’s always the first one out of bed the second Electra begins to fuss.

Y/N watches as Fred pulls their daughter closer to his chest so he can press a kiss to her forehead. “What’s on your mind, Freddie?” Y/N hadn’t heard Electra cry, so she knows that Fred snuck out of bed and into the nursery not to comfort their daughter, but so that she could comfort him.

“I’m not ready yet,” Fred says quietly. He doesn’t offer more information, but he knows that Y/N will understand.

“Fred,” Y/N says softly, standing up. She waits for Fred to adjust his position before taking a seat on his lap, one of her arms winding around his neck while the other strokes their daughter’s cheek. “I love having you here with us. But George needs you too.”

Fred sighs, yet again Y/N is right. Before Electra was born Fred and George had many conversations about him taking some time off so that he could be at home with her and Y/N. George was gracious enough to give Fred an entire month off. George had agreed to take over all the responsibilities of running the store day to day, as long as Fred would take care of most of the paperwork, that way Fred could stay home with Y/N and Electra, but still help George out. Fred has been to the joke shop a few times since Electra was born, but he always brought her with him. It gave him a chance to check up on things and it gave Y/N the chance to have a few baby free moments. But now it’s time to go back to work full time, and Fred is dreading the thought of leaving Electra.

“I know I have to go, and I do miss being at the shop. But this month has gone by so fast. I need more time.” Electra’s little fist pops out of her blanket and Fred leans forward to press a few soft kisses to it. “I can’t leave her yet.”

Y/N starts to play with the hair at the base of Fred’s neck, leaning forward to press a kiss to his temple. “I know, love. Having you home this past month has been amazing and getting to experience every moment of this with you is something I’ll always be thankful for. But we gotta start getting back to normal, Freddie. Even if that means you’re gone during the day.”

Fred finally looks away from the baby in his arms so he can press a sweet kiss to Y/N’s lips. “And you’ll be okay here? Without me?”

“Of course, Freddie,” Y/N reassures, kissing him again. “Having you home is great, but you belong at the shop with George. You’ve gotta be dying to get back there. I’ve seen you, scribbling all your ideas down in your little notebook,” she teases. “Besides, if you stay home any longer you’ll get out of practice and then who’s gonna teach Electra to be a master pranker?”

Electra makes a cooing noise at that, almost as if she’s agreeing with her mother, and it puts Fred at ease. “You always know what to say, don’t you?”

“Of course, that’s why you married me isn’t it?” Y/N kisses Fred slowly, using it as a distraction so she can slip her arm under the baby and slowly cradle her into her own chest. “Now go get ready. You don’t want to be late!”

Fred glares at Y/N as she walks away with Electra, his chest already feeling empty from their absence.

-

“I’m home!” Fred announces as he lands in their fireplace. Being back at the shop felt wonderful, and even though his heart felt heavy in his chest, he managed to have an amazing first day back. But now he’s home and all he wants to do is kiss his wife and hold his daughter close. He dusts himself off as he heads over to the bassinet they keep in the lounge, and the hopeful smile drops from his face when he finds it empty.

“Where are you, love? I wanna see my girls,” he calls out, heading towards the kitchen.

“Gotta come and find us, Freddie,” Y/N teases with a laugh.

Fred rolls his eyes as he pushes the kitchen door open and he immediately comes up behind Y/N and wraps his arms around her waist. “Found you,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her neck. “What’s my prize?”

“A kiss.” Y/N tilts her head back and Fred presses their lips together, though they’re both smiling too much for it to be considered a kiss. “You have a good day?”

Fred hums, but he’s too busy watching Electra to answer. Y/N is wearing some kind of piece of fabric, and their daughter is swaddled up inside of it, fast asleep. “How is she so cute even when she’s sleeping?” Fred whispers, reaching out to gently rub her cheek. Electra makes a noise in her sleep, her head instinctively turning towards Fred’s touch. Fred’s heart melts, and he feels the tension in his chest fall away.

“I know right? Who would have thought at oaf like you could create something so perfect?” Y/N teases. She chuckles when Fred pouts at her, and she leans up to kiss it away. “You didn’t miss us too much, did you?”

Fred releases Y/N from his grip so she can continue cooking dinner, watching in awe as their daughter continues to sleep soundly against his chest. “I missed you terribly. Could barely even function,” Fred jokes. “What’s that thing you’re wearing? Don’t think I’ve ever seen it.”

“Some muggle thing Hermione gave me, it’s called a baby wrap I think. It’s basically just a long piece of fabric you tie around yourself for the baby to sit in. That way you can still get that close contact but still move around,” Y/N explains. “And the reason you’ve never seen it is because you’re a baby hog, so I never needed it before.”

“Hey, I’m not a baby hog!” Fred pouts. He watches Y/N shake her head with a chuckle, an idea forming in his head.

-

The next morning Fred wakes up a little bit earlier than normal and does his best to get ready for work without making any noise, so Y/N doesn’t wake up and catch him in the act. Once he’s dressed he grabs the baby wrap from the chair in the corner of their room and tiptoes into the nursery.

By the time Fred has figured out how to properly secure the wrap around him it’s nearly time for him to leave. He’s already fed and changed Electra, and he’s standing in the kitchen packing her bag when he hears Y/N start to come down the stairs.

“Do you have the baby? Because if not she’s learned how to teleport,” Y/N says with a laugh as she comes into the kitchen. “Why are you wearing the wrap?”

Fred turns around, a grin on his face. “Because I’m taking Electra to work with me,” he answers casually. He hooks the diaper bag on his shoulder and heads over to Y/N. “Say goodbye to Mummy.”

“Wait, hold on.” Y/N grabs Fred’s wrist to keep him from leaving the kitchen. “What do you mean you’re taking her to work with you, Fred? You’re just gonna wear her all day?”

Fred shrugs. “Why not? I charmed the wrap so none of the noise of the shop will bother her, she’ll sleep most of the day anyway and I know her feeding schedule. I’ll keep her bottles in George’s fridge and I can take her upstairs or in the office if she gets fussy.”

Y/N opens her mouth like she’s going to say something before shutting it again. “Well you’ve clearly thought this through, and I can’t think of any reason why I should stop you.” She bites her lip. “Fine, you can take Electra to work with you today. Just this once though, Fred.”

“Right, just this once,” Fred responds with a wink. He leans down pecks Y/N’s lips a few times. “Love you.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, a fond smile on her face. “Yeah I love you too, baby hog.” She leans down and presses a kiss to Electra’s forehead. “Love you too, princess. Keep an eye on your Daddy for me, okay? He worries me sometimes,” she teases.

“See you after work, meanie.” Fred kisses Y/N one last time, making sure to grip Electra tightly as he apparates them to the joke shop.

-

“Morning, Fred,” George greets, turning around to smile at his brother. “What are you wearing?” he asks, his voice full of confusion.

Fred looks down at himself before looking back at George. “Uh, a suit? What else would I be wearing?”

George rolls his eyes. “The other thing, moron.”

Fred grins. “Oh that. A baby.”

George’s eyes widen and he starts to walk towards Fred. “Electra’s in there?” Fred nods and moves a bit of the fabric away so George can see her. “Wicked. Can I have a turn?”

“Oi, back off mate,” Fred teases. “If you wanna wear a baby so bad then get one of your own.” Fred starts to head upstairs to put some of Electra’s things away.

“Why would I do that when I can just steal yours?” George asks with a laugh.

Fred pauses on the stairs, turning to look at George. “You should be thanking me, you know. The things I put up with being the older brother. Ridiculous.”

By the time Fred comes back downstairs the shop is already open, and he starts to walk around the floor, helping out customers and answering questions. Every time someone stops him they always look down at Electra, cooing at how cute she is. It fills Fred with joy, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the extra attention.

During the periods of time that Electra’s awake  Fred can hear her cooing softly, and it makes him weak in the knees each time. Every once in a while her little hand will peek out of the wrap and grab at his tie, making every once who witnesses it swoon. At one point when he’s trying to make a sale Electra starts to cry, and the woman feels so bad for Fred that she ends up buying double the amount of whizbangs she needs to help support a nice single father and his daughter. Fred of course thanks the woman endlessly as she heads toward the counter, silently hoping she doesn’t catch a glimmer of his wedding ring.

“So why’d you bring the baby with you?” George asks. “Don’t trust Y/N with your little princess?” he teases.

They’re in a bit of a lull after lunchtime, and Fred is sitting behind the counter giving Electra a bottle while George sorts through some of their mail. Normally by this point in the day Fred would be hitting his afternoon slump, but the feeling of Electra’s tiny, warm body against his chest is keeping him energized. Whenever he feels frustrated or overwhelmed all he has to do is look down at his angelic daughter and he instantly feels better.

“That’s it precisely George,” Fred chides with an eye roll. “But to actually answer your question. I don’t know really. It was nice to be away from home for a bit yesterday and I had a lot of fun, but it’s nice to be with her, ya know? Like it feels like my heart isn’t in my chest when I’m away from her.” Fred blushes when George lets out a quiet ‘aw’ and flips his brother off. “Like no matter how much time I spend with her it’s never enough.”

“You’ve gone soft on me, Freddie,” George teases. “I figured after spending a month at home dealing with no sleep and dirty diapers you’d be dying for some time away from Electra.”

“If it were any other baby I would have, there’s no doubt in my mind,” Fred chuckles. “But I dunno, it’s different when it’s your own baby. Like no matter how tired I am or how much other stuff I have to do, the second she makes a noise all that matters is making sure she’s okay.”

George chuckles. “Bet that’s gotta be hell for you sex life.”

“Oh trust me, you don’t wanna know,” Fred laughs. He looks down at Electra, and lightly strokes her cheek. “But that’s what sleepover at Grandma’s house are for. Right Miss Ellie?”

-

The second Fred walks through the front door that evening Y/N is right in front of him, reaching into the wrap to grab Electra. “Ugh, finally. Thought you’d never get home.” She immediately cradles the baby against her chest, pressing several gentle kisses all over her face. “Mummy miss you so much, Els!”

“Nice to see you too, love,” Fred teases, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of Y/N’s head.

Y/N giggles and tilts her head up so Fred will kiss her. Fred kisses her slowly, and when he finally pulls away Y/N feels lightheaded. “I’m sorry, love. I missed you terribly as well.” She heads towards the couch, gently rocking Electra back and forth. “How did it go with her? Was it alright?”

“It was amazing,” Fred admits honestly, sitting down next to Y/N. “Everyone in that came in absolutely loved her, and she’s a natural saleswoman, Y/N. Some old woman thought I was a single dad, so she bought a ton of stuff. It was great. And let me tell you, single women find you even more attractive when you’ve got a baby strapped to your chest.”

Y/N hits Fred on the chest playfully. “That’s it. You’re never leaving the house with her if I’m not with you ever again.”

“Oh please, I only have eyes for you, and you know that.” Fred leans down and presses a kiss to Y/N’s forehead. “But if it makes you feel better I will get the words ‘I’m married’ tattooed on my forehead.”

“It would make me feel endlessly better, thank you my love.”

Fred rolls his eyes before he leans down to kiss Y/N again, already planning on how to sneak Electra to work with him tomorrow.

[eden-evergreen]

Headcanons for your child meeting ‘Santa Clause’ for the first time

i know it ain’t nowhere near Christmas but i had this cute lil idea ohkayy🥲.

lil spoilers regarding Dabi is a Todoroki theory in Dabi’s section, just a heads up!

Katsuki

You were actually at the mall with your family during the Christmas season when you decided to let your daughter meet Santa for the first time since she was very fond of doing so, so you went.

Katsuki tried to say out loud that “Santa aint real” but you promptly pinched him before he could finish his sentence, giving him the eyes and visually sending him the message to not ruin the christmas spirit. She’s a child after all, she don’t need to know the truth till she’s older.

The little girl went in thinking that Santa would give her everything she wanted on christmas day — she’s been really good after all! You and Katsuki love her — but honestly she is a handful.

She did the regular routine: sitting on his lap listing all of her good deeds and behaviours; and telling him all that she wanted. That paired with the angelic smile you’d think she was a little saint!

That was until her clothing accidentally caught onto Santa’s beard. When she got down from his lap, she accidentally took the beard down with her. And she. Was. MORTIFIED.

She screeched at the top of her lungs and tears quickly began to leak. You immediately widen your arms so she can run into them for comfort. You gave an apologetic look to the man playing Santa and of course his ‘elves’. Them poor adults must have been standing there for hours. Their backs ache and now they gotta deal with this..

Katsuki didn’t hesitate to mention that you shoulda listened to him. That’s obviously not you wanted to hear in that moment so you ignored him.

Your daughter’s cries were still echoing throughout the mall and unfortunately for you they started to become comprehensive words:

“SANTA IS FAKE, HE’S NOT REALL! HE LIED TO MEE!!!”

Yeah now you really gotta get out of there, she aint calming down anytime soon and she’s freaking out the other kids.

You eventually left the building with your daughter throwing insults on the way. Well — if you could call them that from a 5 year old.

“YOU’RE A LIAR YOU BIG FAT MEANIE!! YOU’RE NOT GONNA TO HAVE ANYMORE COOKIES FROM ME!! COOKIES AREN’T FOR LIARSS!!”

Katsuki was initially quite surprised at the situation. You weren’t lying when you said she really did took after him, your genes are practically non-existant in her DNA. Or maybe it was because she was spending too much time with him? Nah, couldn’t be.

“YOU SHOULDA PUT YOUR BEARD ON PROPERLY YOU ROUND ELF! YOU JUST GAVE MY 5 YEAR OLD PTSD!!”

Back in the car, Katsuki can understand why you’re mad, but he’s proud, she stood her ground. She gets extra cookies for that when they get home.

Dabi

Christmas is coming, and you wanted to do something with your little family. Unfortunately, being who you are, you have very limited choices.

Dabi surprisingly chose to take the lead for this year’s Christmas, claiming he’s got a great idea.

So why the hell is your son crying on Santa Clause’s lap? Well...

Dabi wanted to give his kid the perfect christmas and Shigaraki was forced into it.

He made for a semi-convincing Santa Clause with his white hair, you even helped him fluff it out because larddd it was a mess.

You also tried to cover his scars and give him a healthier glow with makeup, he was only doing this because he cares for his godson (even though he doesn’t ever admit to it out loud).

Can’t lie, Dabi was taking the piss — he kept mocking him and sneaking in his phone to take photos. Shigaraki damn near decayed the guy out of embarrassment.

You on the other hand tried to tell him he passed for a Santa Clause — something he didn’t really believe. You didn’t believe it either but you gotta roll with it now, your son was eager to meet him.

Now poor kid is screeching and begging for his mama to hold him, Shiggy’s pissed, and Dabi’s got a smirk on basically tryna take a decent photo out of all of this.

You snatch your kid from Shigaraki’s lap and scolded at Dabi. Straight after you tried to do what you could to soothe your son.

Yes, Dabi wanted to share the happy spirit of Christmas through that awful photo but he also wanted to embarrass Shigaraki. You know, killing two birds with one stone?

Your poor child is literally scared of every ‘Santa Clause’ he meets now. Dabi even had to dye his hair temporarily since his kid mistook him for Santa Shigaraki.

He printed copies of the image and framed it, gifting it to you. It was sweet, but it would be sweeter if your child wasn’t slightly blurred from all his movement and Shigaraki had a happier face on.

More copies were sent to Toga, Mr. Compress and of course Shigaraki. He was skeptical about sending it to Spinner — he doesn’t like the guy — but he did it anyways.

There was no question about it, of course he sent it to his dear old dad. It would be rude of him not to share this moment. What he also knew, was that he was dropping a serious truth bomb onto the tired man —

“Touya... has a son?”.

Which makes him a grandfather...que the existential crisis.

On the back of the photo it read: “Merry Christmas bitch, oh I mean GrAnDpAaa!” — Touya (your favourite son).

[grogusmum]

Dearest Grogu, would you mind giving us your side of the story during this episode please?

Oh Jasmine,

That day, that day did not turn out the way Dad thought, I tell you!

First! Dad was just gonna leave me on the ship all by myself cuz he "got a job", But this time?

He told me, Okay kid, I gotta job. I don't really like it then Dad did one of his big pauses then said but we need the credits, buddy and his sigh was a huff of, everyone is a big dumbo except me and my son.

And we did need the credits, cuz I was hungry and those ration bars and bone broths is for the banthas!

Jasmine, I know I have said it before but I DO NOT WANT TO DRINK BONES!

ANYWAYS, after Dad found out the dumbos wanted to use the Razor Crest, he told me you need to stay quiet and you CAN NOT BE SEEN. Then he did his I am mad at everyone but my boy sigh and grumbled is his gravel voice that this is not what he signed up for.

Well, I do have practice with being quiet and not seen, but that was before Dad found me. It was not a good time, and it makes me sad. But I knew Dad would not ask me to do something if it was not to keep me safe... well, he did ask me to do some electrical repair, that I should not have been doing. I have said it before, I am not a licensed electrical engineer. But that is a WHOLE other story...

ANYWAYS I hided in me and Dad's bunk compartment. And I was super quiet. And there was banging and laughing but not the good kind, it was the meanie kind. I could hear a droid- so I thought Dad is NOT gonna like that! He has Droid Issues.

THEN there was a scuffle and THE COMPARTMENT OPENED! At the time I didn't really know if I should be scared, then uh oh! Those guyses auras were YUCKY, dark and mucky like mud... blah.

Then, this one guy looked at me all curious, which I get... but WOAH! Did he just call me a pet? Father, CORRECT HIM! Then this guy, AFTER ADMITTING HE IS NOT A GOOD CARETAKER picks my up like he is my Dad or something, and says he wants to take me!! WHAT?!

Then, THEN! The Razor Crest bumped and dropped, and then I dropped! Dad scooped me up quick! And popped me back in the compartment.

They did not come back, but after a while, I got bored in the compartment so I sneaked out and the droid was in Dad's chair... I am sure Dad loved that. (that is a sarcasm, cuz Dad would HATE THAT! That is how sarcasm works)

It was listening to Dad's holo messages... like a snoop.

Then it saw me (!!) and I hided. Then we did a very stressful Hide and Seek, which I did not like it at all. I did get into some new hidey spots, that I had never found before that I will use for Hide and Seek with Dad, when it is fun again. But with the buggy eye droid, I was scared.

So I just hussled back to me and Dad's compartment. I hoped it would not look in it. Cuz it shouldn't, cuz it is rude. But it is a meanie, buggy eye droid and it DID. It was gonna hurt me, so I had to use the force. And I was gonna- but it 'spolded! I looked at my hand cuz that was not my plan... But it was Dad, he came back and saved me again. Dad had to drop off his quarry and he did some tricks to those guys cuz they were so mean.

Then he gave me the silver ball right off the leaver, and let me play with it. And said, I told you that was a bad idea.

FATHER!!

Sometimes I think of those days, when we were first together, and I knew he was my Dad, but he didn't know I was his son yet... I think this was the beginning of him knowing.

And that is the story of how some guy from the planet Boston wanted to take me from my Dad, so Dad put him in jail and I played scary hide and seek with a Droid! Phew.