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moonlightcycle571 · 6 months ago

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Marvel making familiars for his loved ones

So I was thinking about Tawky Tawny (again). The thing about him is that he got so many different backstories or explanations on what he might be, but a common enough theme that we see is that he is a stuffed toy when he wants to be.

So here me out.

Tawky Tawny is Billy’s familiar and helps him adjust to his magic when he wants to use it in his small form. He was originally a toy given to Billy by his parents and later given life by The Wizard.

It came with more benefits. Tawny would eat his nightmares, be able to teleport to Billy’s location so that he could never get stolen or lost, protect Billy by going into his tiger form and all around be a constant warmth on his life.

So imagine Billy doing the same as The Wizard.

A lot of his friends aren’t magic users and don’t have the same magical protection he does, so maybe he gives them some enchanted clothing or pendants. A semi familiar (because without magic you can’t make a magical familiar pact with a living animal) where he just makes them familiars.

He would create stuffed animals, and weave in some magic to make them sentient. Maybe it would start with younger heroes, but when he realises his coworkers in the JL need the help as well, he absolutely would make some for them. They, like Tawny prefer to stay in stuffed toy mode, but will sometimes would want to stretch their paws and go into animal form once they feel like they are in a suitable environment.

Just picture it.

It all started with Raven, and the constant stress she might feel with having to constantly guard over Trigon. She can’t have a familiar because most creatures would suffer if give a link to her because her magic is not compatible like that. Captain Marvel decided to make her a companion. He makes her a little leopard wearing an elegant pink suit with a little top hat.

Raven: Is that a plush?

Cap: I heard you have trouble sleeping, so I got you a friend. I haven’t given them a name or pronouns, so that’s up to you.

Raven: … why

Cap: Trust me, they are for nightmares! Tawny *holds up his tiger plush* tells me they are fun to hunt and makes quite the sweet treat.

Raven: *holding the handmade gift* thank you 🥺

Cue shenanigans where she thinks he’s just trying to be a great den mother, and is a tad naive thinking stuffed animals actually work. Not that she isn’t holding little Ebony Darkness every night and is getting the best sleep she has in years.

Another thing to add is that insomnia and PTSD is a common sight within the caped community. And of course Billy notices that. So, after seeing more and more positive results of his plushies, he makes more and more. It becomes a trend. Younger heroes receive a small teddy of an animal and proceed to get attached to it almost immediately.

Nightwing almost cried when he got an elephant wearing a bow tie . Cap said that he seemed like the type to like them. Now Dick has given Zitka a little sibling to sleep at night with. But then that plush becomes fond of Zitka and gave the og elephant plush sentience.

Starfire absolutely adores her shrimp plush. Said something about being able to see colours together. Wally doesn’t know what to think about getting a turtle, but quickly gets attached, even putting little designs in the shell.

Jason also likes to put in patterns in his sting-ray, which Roy doesn’t get cause he thinks his jelly fish is perfect just the way she is. Lian gets a smaller jellyfish, which makes her happy because all the Outlaws get a sea animal.

All the members of YJ, even the retired ones, get a reindeer. They suspect he knows.

It gets back to the JL that Caps giving stuffed toys to their protoges.

Flash: Hey, Cap, how come we don’t get any stuffed animals?

Captain, exited his work is wanted: You want one!!!

Flash, can’t say no to that face: … yes I do

He gets all exited and makes plushies for all of his coworkers, that he pours a bit of extra magic in his work.

CM, fidgeting infringe if the door:

Batman: what is it Captain

CM: I made you something but then I realised that you wouldn’t really want it but then it could be cool if you did and I didn’t want to overthink-

Batman, stopping Billy’s rant: go ahead

CM, hands him a plush snake wearing spectacles: I thought you would like them. I haven’t named them so that’s up to you

Batman, not knowing where to go from here: … is the name important

CM, offended: It’s the MOST important

Batman sighs and keeps the snake. Naturally he does a billion different tests but finds it’s a snake plush. One that’s handmade. That must have taken a lot of time and effort. Batman keeps George Snaking. No he will not admit that having the snake wrapped around his shoulders is soothing.

And it just spirals from there. Hal gets a Sparrow in a poncho, Plastic man gets a kangaroo wearing the nicest boots, Wonder Woman gets a duck in a fancy dress, Aquaman gets a penguin in swim shorts, J’onn gets a lion in a toga … Guy gets a clown fish.

It has no rhyme or reason. The only common thread is that it’s an animal with some sort of clothing. Cap just says that of course they have clothing, they are distinguished and perfectly civilised individuals.

It all come to a head when the League faces some threat, and they are weakened, only for their plushies to fucking teleport and turn into massive version of their respective animals and saves the day.

Hawkwoman, starring at her bear: I- Mrs Snuggles?

Mrs Snuggles: *shrugs*

Shayera: … I could have been getting bear hugs this whole time

Guy: *looks down* Flippers?

Flippers: *flops on the floor*

Guy: ….

Guy: how come the others get bigger version of their animals

The League of Superpets aren’t that worried about competition. They tried to recruit the plush’s, but turns out they are just lazy. Like, they will beat a butch if necessary, but won’t actively go looking for crime to solve. They act more of a home défense.

The only ones who knew about the sentient plushies where Ma and Pa Kent (their Octopus is extent helpful around the farm), Alfred Pennyworth (he’s the one who actually requested hamsters to help keep the manor clean and keep an eye on his family) and Damian who’s instinct immediacy told him his fennec fox is alive.

Oracle got a capybara. The Capybara is the most powerful one Billy has made, second to Tawny. I don’t make the rules.

Constantine is the only one who never got one. Billy is still salty about him trying to steal his powers. Plus he would prolly sell it.

#billy batson #shazam #dc captain marvel #dc #tawky tawny #just Billy making his friends plushies #Constantine is wondering why tf he’s just handing out weapons of mass destruction #it’s why he won’t be getting any :(#dad marvel au #of you squint you can see it #Raven deserves to have a mentor in her life #there’s so many characters im not going to tag them all #it’s midnight rn and I promised myself I would be healthy in my sleep patterns #i lied #sorry me from this morning the day did not go as planned

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p0orbaby · 8 months ago

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Teddy Picker

summary: three’s a crowd might be an understatement

warnings: none

a/n: based on this request !

word count: 1k

Your bedroom is a war zone, but instead of landmines, it’s littered with plushies. Innocent, wide-eyed plushies. Each one has a name, a backstory, and possibly a retirement plan, because you take this stuff seriously. There’s Mr. Fluffington, the bear who "survived" your university years, Miss Whiskers, a cat with a questionable amount of fur left after years of cuddling, and God knows how many others.

Leah’s in bed, wedged between a life-size llama and a squishy avocado. She’s trying to read, but there’s a giraffe’s neck poking her in the eye, and a penguin is wedged under her knee in a way that defies the laws of physics. The woman’s practically sweating from the effort of not losing it.

“It’s like sleeping in a zoo,” she says, not for the first time. You’re not sure if she’s talking to you, herself, or Mr. Snuggles, the elephant who’s somehow become the unofficial leader of the bed plushies. “Except none of these animals breathe, and they all look like they’re judging me”

She’s not wrong. They do have that creepy, glassy-eyed stare going on. It’s the kind of gaze that says, “I’m cute, but if you fall asleep, I might just steal your soul”

You, of course, are oblivious to this. You’re flitting around the room, busy finding space for the latest addition—a bright pink octopus with a smile so wide it’s borderline unhinged. You plop it down right in the middle of the bed, where it immediately claims dominion over the blankets. Leah watches this, her jaw tightening like she’s about to have a full-blown existential crisis.

“Babe, I love you,” she starts, the tone you’ve come to recognize as the precursor to a very serious, possibly relationship-defining conversation. “But we’re running out of bed”

“We have a king-size bed,” you point out helpfully, like the size of the bed has anything to do with the impending suffocation she’s feeling.

“And yet, somehow, I’m sleeping in the fetal position on the edge of a cliff,” Leah retorts, kicking at a plushie that’s taken up residence near her foot. “Why is there a taco in our bed? We don’t even eat tacos in bed”

“It’s not just a taco,” you correct her, as if this explains everything. “It’s Señor Taco, and he represents my love of Mexican cuisine”

Leah blinks. Slowly. Like she’s buffering and trying really, really hard not to crash.

“And why is Señor Taco touching my leg?”

“He’s being friendly?”

“I swear to God, if one more inanimate object gets near my leg…”

“Look,” you say, climbing into the plushie mountain, where you promptly disappear like it’s some kind of portal to a magical, fluffy realm. You poke your head out, like a meerkat surveying the savannah. “They’re just… comforting”

Leah sighs, closing her book, or at least trying to, but it’s hard when the pages are partially obscured by a duck with a beanie. “I’m sure they are, but it’s like sleeping in a furnace. Do you know how much heat these things trap? I woke up last night thinking I was being smothered by a goddamn Build-A-Bear”

You laugh because, honestly, the mental image is hilarious, but Leah looks dead serious. She probably had a near-death experience with a rogue teddy bear last night, and here you are, making fun of her.

“We can get rid of some,” you offer, half-heartedly, because you both know you’re lying. You’re not getting rid of a single plushie. Not Mr. Fluffington, not Señor Taco, and definitely not the avocado, which you’ve started using as a neck pillow.

“Uh-huh,” Leah says, unconvinced. “And which one of these childhood relics are you going to sacrifice to save our relationship?”

You look around, as if there’s even the slightest chance you’ll willingly part with any of them. “What about the avocado?”

Leah perks up. “Really?”

“No, I was kidding. Avocados are healthy”

Leah groans, pushing the giraffe away from her face. “At this point, I’m pretty sure I’m allergic to plushies”

“They’re hypoallergenic,” you assure her, because you googled that once in a fit of paranoia after you brought home Mr. Snuggles and Leah sneezed for three days straight. She’s giving you a look now, one that says she’s rethinking every single decision she’s made since meeting you.

“Just… maybe… one night?” she pleads, voice softening, appealing to your nonexistent sense of reason. “One night without the army of stuffed animals?”

“Where would they sleep?”

“Anywhere but here. In the living room, in a wardrobe, in a goddamn plushie cemetery for all I care”

You pretend to think it over. “But then they’ll be lonely”

Leah throws her head back on the pillow and stares at the ceiling, contemplating the chain of events that have led her to this moment. “I think you’re confusing your feelings with theirs”

“Maybe,” you admit, settling in next to her, your body flush against hers, although there’s really only so much of Leah you can touch because Señor Taco’s taking up most of the space between you. You snuggle into her shoulder, despite the llama’s best efforts to wedge itself between you.

Leah wraps an arm around you, half-heartedly, more out of habit than actual affection at this point. “One night,” she whispers, like she’s making some sort of solemn vow. “One night where I’m not suffocating under a pile of polyester and fake fur”

You hum in response, already half-asleep, because honestly, plushies are the best. They’re soft, they don’t talk back, and they definitely don’t complain about how hot it is in the bed. They’re perfect, and Leah should really be more appreciative of the cute little ecosystem you’ve built here.

As you drift off, Leah’s already strategizing. She’s probably planning a plushie heist, one where she sneaks out of bed in the dead of night and smuggles Mr. Snuggles and his plushie gang out of the room and into some faraway closet.

But for now, you’re both stuck. You in your plushie paradise, and Leah in her plushie purgatory.

It’s a good thing you love each other because honestly, if there’s anything that’s going to test this relationship, it’s Señor Taco and his posse of cuddly, suffocating friends.

#leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #awfc #awfc x reader #engwnt #engwnt x reader #woso #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso community

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kitty384 · 2 months ago

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Does It Hurt?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (dad!Bucky)

Summary: A quiet moment with your daughter leads to questions about Bucky’s vibranium arm, memories he rarely talks about, and a unicorn sticker that somehow says it all.

Warnings: Soft dad!Bucky fluff, mentions of past pain, healing, emotional comfort

It starts with a question.

“Daddy… does your arm feel feelings?”

I blink, mid-dishwasher loading, and glance down at my daughter—barefoot, applesauce on her cheek, her favorite stuffed elephant in one hand.

“My arm?”

She nods, serious. “The shiny one.”

I dry my hands and kneel beside her.

“What made you think of that, bug?”

“You didn’t flinch when I bonked it,” she says matter-of-factly, pointing at her forehead. “But when I bonked your other arm once, you went ‘ow!’”

I smile. “Yeah. That’s ‘cause this one,” I lift my left arm, “is a little different.”

She leans in, wide-eyed.

“Different like magic?”

“Not magic,” I say gently. “But pretty close.”

She climbs into my lap, little knees tucked on either side of my leg, and I hold up my arm so she can inspect it.

She’s touched it before, sure. Climbed on it. Held onto it. Pressed stickers to the plating and declared it “Princess Armor.” But this? This is the first time she’s really looked.

“Can I touch it?” she asks softly.

“Of course.”

She presses her tiny fingers to the gold and black lines.

“It’s cold,” she murmurs.

“Yeah, sometimes,” I say. “Especially in the winter. But it’s strong. And it helps me protect people.”

“Like Mommy?”

I smile. “Especially Mommy.”

She trails her fingers along the edge of the plating.

“Did it hurt when you got it?”

That one makes me pause.

And she notices—because she’s smart. Too smart.

“You don’t have to say if you don’t wanna,” she whispers.

I kiss the top of her head. “I don’t mind.”

I take a breath.

“It did hurt, once. But it doesn’t anymore.”

She leans her head against my shoulder. “Does it make you sad?”

“Sometimes,” I admit. “But most of the time… I forget it’s even there.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

She taps her chin, deep in thought. “I think it’s cool.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

She nods. “It makes you look like a superhero.”

I grin. “That’s good. Because I think you’re my superhero.”

She beams.

Then reaches into her little pocket and pulls out a sparkly unicorn sticker.

“Here,” she says, carefully peeling it. “In case your superhero arm needs backup.”

She slaps it right in the middle of the vibranium.

I stare at it—sparkly, pink, majestic.

And laugh.

“Well,” I say, “I’m pretty sure that just made it the strongest arm in the world.”

Later, when you find us curled up on the couch—her sleeping against my chest, the unicorn sticker still perfectly placed on my arm—you smile, lean down, and whisper:

“She’s so proud of you.”

And I whisper back:

“Me too.”

Masterlist

Request

#domestic!bucky #dad!bucky #father bucky #soft bucky

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five-thousand-loaves-of-bread · 2 months ago

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so many people have this binary think of “nonverbal/nonspeaking people not able mouth speak must be so sad about it they must all want mouth speak so bad n if help them speak by mouth that must be so great n make them feel so good”

can’t speak for other nonverbal or nonspeaking people but for me that be terrifying. it nothing short of sheer terror.

had experience of doctor, *while doing invasive test on me that involve poking needles into me so am entirely under their mercy*, trying get me to speak. n in trance my body that very easily influenced obeyed, made simple sound of a word, out of my control. am not there. am fuzzy floaty n not there. n thinking back at this experience am not filled with tears of joy, of “oh actually can speak,” but instead terror. heart race, head ache, limb feel limp, body feel shaky, muscle twitchy, irregular breaths. n be in OCD compulsion loop trying get this memory out of my head begging my brain to remember, to not think abt the pink elephant. this be how am react to trauma triggers.

because imagine your body do thing you not tell it to. imagine watch your body move feel your body move feel every single fiber of it but it not you who made that command n you can’t stop it. your body, answering to someone else. it like those sci fi movie where alien torture human, put giant helmet on head n as person watch their body start move on its own n do things opposite of what they want, hurt their friends, n even tho they in this very body they not able command it.

in that moment with doctor, if someone asked if am doing this consensually, if am consent to them trying get “me” (my body) to speak, my body would indicate yes. would nod, would make sound. may even look happy.

that doctor be able to influence “me” (my body) to move my muscles n mouth n vocal cord in way to get me “speak”, it not magic or psychic power or alien technology or mystery spiritual power. but it very reality that, am easily influenced, and some people have this ability that can’t quite put to word but influence people easily, compound with power dynamic (doctors, carers, communication partners, they all have power over us nonverbal nonspeaking people), so other people can - metaphorically - kick me out of control of my own body n take over. other people have power over me even with my own body n movements.

it’s fucking terrifying.

n this terrifying experience not stop at moment leave that doctor office. it continue in intrusive traumatic memories.

it get triggered by seeing any tiny thing related to it, it get triggered by that medical procedure, it get triggered by mere idea of doctor, it get triggered anytime someone say the innocent common saying “tell me__” “say__” even if they not actually mean use my mouth words. it also get triggered randomly, out of nowhere, brain just decide to torture me out of the blue.

the terror also continue way, way after, as people use that as evidence you can actually mouth speak, so you should be able to, so they mimic the way that doctor kicked you out of control of your own body.

#nonverbal #actually nonverbal #nonspeaking #loaf screm #as always related tag but not exclusive:#actually autistic #actuallyautistic #long post

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starryeyedwolves · 27 days ago

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Focus, Black

It started with a crumpled bit of parchment, an ink blot in the corner, and Sirius Black dramatically flopping across the Gryffindor common room couch like a Victorian damsel.

"I'm going to die," Sirius moaned. "It's over. They're going to kick me out. My legacy will be nothing but my face on a warning poster and a failing Charms grade."

Remus didn’t even look up from his book. "Bit dramatic, even for you."

Sirius rolled over, upside down now, head dangling off the side of the couch, hair sweeping the rug like a dark curtain. "Moony, I got a D. A D! You know what that stands for?"

"Don’t care?" Remus offered dryly.

Sirius squinted. “Detention. Doom. Dunderhead—"

"Deserved," Remus said, turning a page.

"You're meant to be comforting, not cruel!"

"You skipped class for three days straight to prank the Slytherins with a self-singing toilet."

"It was a bloody masterpiece and you know it."

Remus sighed, finally closing the book and setting it on the armrest beside him. "Right. Sit up."

Sirius blinked. "What?"

"You want to pass Charms?"

"Desperately."

"Then you're getting a tutor."

Sirius narrowed his eyes. "Who’s the sucker?"

Remus leveled a stare at him.

"No. No way."

"Yes way."

"Moony, I can’t learn from you. You’re… you. You know too much. I’m going to look like an idiot next to you."

"You are an idiot next to me, but that’s not the point. You’ve got two weeks until the next exam. We’re fixing this."

"You’re evil," Sirius grumbled.

Remus smirked. "You’ve no idea."

Day One: Chaos

"Concentrate," Remus said, for the third time.

"I am concentrating!" Sirius shouted, wand aimed at a feather on the desk.

It did not levitate.

Instead, it caught fire.

Remus barely had time to cast a quick Aguamenti before the feather turned to ash and Sirius leaned back in his chair, arms folded.

"See? This is hopeless."

Remus, ever the picture of calm patience, pinched the bridge of his nose. "You’re using too much energy. Your magic’s surging—because you're frustrated. Again."

"I’m always frustrated!"

Remus arched a brow. "Yes, I’m aware."

Sirius blinked at him, then flushed a little, gaze dropping to the desk. "That was suggestive."

Remus didn’t reply, but his lips twitched slightly.

Sirius narrowed his eyes. "You did that on purpose."

"Focus, Black."

"Trying."

"No, you're flirting."

"Can’t I do both?"

Remus gave him the look. The one that meant he was thirty seconds from losing all pretense of civility and locking Sirius in a room with nothing but a stack of textbooks and an anti-charming hex.

Sirius swallowed. "Right. Studying."

Day Three: Distraction

Remus regretted everything.

Sirius sat on the floor, legs stretched out, wand resting in his lap. He was supposed to be reading through the chapter on mid-air magical manipulation. Instead, he was absently transfiguring his ink pot into progressively more ridiculous animals: a pink elephant, a fire-breathing duck, and—currently—a miniature Hippogriff with a taste for socks.

"Do you have any idea what you’re doing to my sanity?"

"Teaching you patience?" Sirius grinned.

Remus stared at him. "You need to pass this class."

"You need to loosen up."

"Sirius."

Sirius leaned back on his hands, face tilted toward the afternoon sunlight streaming through the window. "I know. I’m sorry. I really am trying. I just… I can’t focus when you’re looking at me like that."

Remus blinked. "Like what?"

"Like you want to hex me and kiss me at the same time."

Remus turned away, ears burning.

"Am I wrong?" Sirius asked, softer now.

Remus took a breath, measured and slow. "You’re not wrong."

Silence. Then, a quiet, almost shy, "Good."

Remus glanced back.

Sirius was still grinning, but it wasn’t smug this time. It was something gentler, quieter. The kind of smile that didn’t ask for attention—it just was.

"Alright," Remus said. "Let’s try this. You sit. You focus. You get it right. Then… I’ll kiss you."

Sirius blinked. "Wait, what?"

Remus raised an eyebrow. "Reward system. You perform, you get paid."

"Paid in snogs? That’s wildly effective motivation, Moony. You might be a genius."

"Prove it."

Day Six: Progress

The feather floated.

It bobbed gently, hovering midair like a smug little ghost.

Sirius let out a laugh so loud it startled the nearby third-years in the library.

"I DID IT! Moony, did you see that?"

Remus was already smiling. "Yes. I saw."

Sirius beamed. "Well?"

"A deal’s a deal."

Remus leaned in slowly, warm hands curling into the collar of Sirius' robes. The kiss was quick, but real. Familiar. Like coming home. When they pulled back, Sirius looked breathless.

"I want to pass all my classes now."

Remus laughed. "Don’t push it."

Exam Day: Victory

Sirius paced.

Remus waited outside the classroom, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, heart thumping in his chest for reasons that had nothing to do with academic concern.

Sirius burst through the door, hair wild, robes slightly crooked, eyes glowing.

"I GOT AN A!" he shouted. "An A, Remus!"

Remus grinned. "Brilliant, Pads."

Sirius grabbed him by the collar, spun him, and kissed him in front of everyone.

Gasps. Cheers. A giggle from Lily.

Remus kissed back anyway.

Later: The Couch

Sirius lay across Remus’ lap, their books forgotten, the fire crackling beside them.

"Thanks for tutoring me."

Remus ran a hand through his hair. "Thanks for eventually focusing."

"You’re really good at motivating me," Sirius murmured.

Remus smiled. "You're not too bad yourself."

Sirius looked up at him, grey eyes soft and sleepy. "You know, I might purposely fail Transfiguration next week."

Remus chuckled. "Don’t even think about it."

#the marauders #marauders #marauders fandom #marauders fic #marauders fanfiction #sirius black #remus lupin #remus and sirius #remus x sirius #wolfstar #wolfstar fic #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar fanfic #my fic #my fic writing #my writing

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twstfanblog · 6 months ago

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A little thing of the Magical Girl AU

As any self respecting Magical Girl, each of the Twist boys get a cute marketable plushie of a familiar!!!

Each boy has a weapon and Dire Beast. Both boy and beast are bonded to the weapon instead of each other. But if the beast likes his weilder they will make it very difficult to use the weapon if you stole it.

The Magical Dire Beasts for Each boy

Riddle-Baby pink hedgehog. Battle form is a giant bright red hedgehog the size of a draft horse that shoots flaming spikes.

Trey- A big ass bumblebee, battle form is a giant ground wasp. Buries under ground to sneak attack you. Helps Trey bake in its bumblebee form.

Cater- Little caterpillar that masquerades as an earcuff earring, turns into a massive butterfly with illusion causing wings.

Deuce- Lil yellow puff ball chick, battle form is a giant blue tinted rooster that shoots ice.

Ace- Lil fox the size of his palm with one tail. Battle form is the size of an actual fox has more tails but hasn't gained nine yet. does massive damage over large areas with wind magic with it's tails.

Leona- A black lion, battle form is a full sized lion who's roar can turn magic and physical defenses into sand.

Ruggie- Hyena cub that fits in his hand. Battle mode is a full sized hyena that can make copies of itself. Used mainly for surveillance.

Jack- A wolf about the size of a great dane puppy. Battle mode is an extraly large wolf. His howl is able to pinpoint other dire beasts.

Azul- Octopus. It's actually a blue ring octopus, both in size and form. While the beast has a battle form, Azul very rarely uses it in fights. His beast is very protective of Azul and the Tweels in its battle form.

Jade- Lil eel that hides in his hair. Battle form is around 6ft long. Its bite transfers power to allies and works in tandem with Floyd's beast.

Floyd- Lil eel that hides in his hair. Battle form is around 6ft long. Its bite can suck out power from enemies and works in tandem with Jade's beast.

Kalim- A hamster! Loves eating and honestly acts as an infinity purse. Battle form is around the size of an elephant and can take damage like a brick wall getting a water balloon thrown at it. Very rare to see in battle form.

Jamil- A snake, around 3ft long. Camouflages as one of his braids. Battle form is a king cobra that turns into a tattoo to immobilize enemies.

Vil- A tarantula. A dark purple with highlights of neon purple. Battle form is the size of a massive tank. Can spit venom in battle form. Vil brushes his beasts fur to keep them neat.

Rook- A hawk the size of a robin. Battle form is large enough to carry Rook and a few others. No secondary power past excellent flying abilities.

Epel- An orchid mantis that looks like an apple blossom. Battle form is massive, but smaller than Vil's tarantula. Hands become bladed and can do slash attacks.

Idia- Screech Owl. Looking at it in the dark gives it the silhouette of a cat. Battle form has it gaining mass out of fire to have its second form made entirely of flames. Another very protective beast, but Idia has made sure it knows to protect Ortho over him.

Ortho- Does not have a beast nor weapon.

Malleus- A lil dragon. Malleus named it Gaogao. Battle form is basically Maleficent's dragon form. It doesn't so much as breathe fire as its roar makes thorny vines attack.

Lilia- A bat♡. Just an average sized bat who is actually the mother of the massive swarm of bats that normally follows Lilia around. Battle form is more so the mama bat psychically controls the whole swarm to attack.

Silver- Baby fawn that fits in his hand. Only sleeps in Silver's hand. Battle form is a giant ass 14-point stag. The horns are able to pierce through any defense.

Sebek- A shiba inu. Literally just a fucking shiba inu, just as loud and loyal as Sebek is. Battle form has its fluffy fur spike out into lightning. While it zips around just as fast as Sebek can, it does not like water and if wet will start screaming.

Yes, all of these beasts have names. NO I HAVEN'T THOUGHT OF A SINGLE ONE XD this AU is already so extensive and it's not even funny anymore.

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #twst wonderland #magical girl au

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tracksuitponytail · 5 months ago

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A huge thank you to all the wonderful writers in this fandom for sharing your stories and providing us with a place to retreat through your words and visions. The fics mentioned in this post represent only a small selection of the amazing works out there.

🍂 hard times in elmsmere by @stylinsoncity [E, 37k, friends to lovers]

in elmsmere, a vampire’s need for blood is only awakened after their first feed. and with their first taste of the vein comes strength, speed and in louis’ case, raging bloodlust for harry, his best mate since the age of three. for louis, being a full-fledged vampire complicates everything, not just his relationship with harry but with harry’s entire coven who took Louis in as an orphan.

he’s struggling enough to adjust to life in the present when an older version of harry magically appears to him and requests his help in the future.

🍂 Oh My, My, My by brightlouis / @sheherlestat [E, 27k, porn star au]

Harry has been working in the adult entertainment industry for years. He’s seen it all— or at least he thinks he has. When he starts working for Sweet Creature, an ethical indie porn studio, he meets Louis. Filming together proves difficult when feelings are involved. Featuring: a little pink bungalow, summertime sunlight, Zayn as the director, Liam as his video-editor boyfriend, and Niall as the aloof roommate.

🍂 Be with me so happily by BriaMaria / @briannamarguerite [E, 42k, enemies to lovers]

The one where Harry Styles has a bad reputation and a heart of gold, and Louis Tomlinson wishes he wasn't so enchanted by boys who looked like Disney characters and wore shirts with bumble bees on them.

[aka Louis is the director of the Styles Elephant Sanctuary and really doesn't want to babysit his funder's spoiled lay-about son for two months]

🍂 Home Remedies by @kingsofeverything [E, 4k, friends to lovers]

Louis’ hiccups just won’t stop. Harry, his roommate and best friend, is willing to do anything to help.

🍂 Battle Cry by Velvetoscar / @mizzwilde [NR, 21k, university AU]

Harry's got a heart, a soul, and a band. And with that, obviously, comes a future paved in great success, right? So all he has to do is win the Battle of the Bands, right? Simple.

What's not so simple is the fact that Louis Tomlinson is his biggest competition. And also happens to be made of everything that Harry's ever wanted.

No... That's not simple at all.

🍂 Coração selvagem by Stria (Asia117) / @nooradeservedbetter [E, 50k, omegaverse]

Louis' life in his newfound Pack gets disrupted by an old flame coming back for him, shifted and feral.

🍂 Home calls the heart by @itsmotivatingcara [E, 44k, enemies to lovers]

A series of unfortunate events lands Louis Tomlinson in the heart of Texas.

After running from his life in London and a performative marriage, he leaves a scandal in his wake.

Home calls the heart, as his Nana always said. Though her words couldn't be truer when he decides to take up her offer to watch over Hyacinth ranch while she travels abroad.

He figured the worst he'd have to deal with would be the meddlesome goats, some repairs and an errant spirit or two. That is, until the gorgeous Cowboy next door makes his presence known.

🍂 Reduce Me To A Pleading Cry (Break The Skin and Tantalize) by @taggiecb [E, 37k, bdsm]

Harry is a broody submissive boss, Louis is a natural dom who works in the mail room at Styles & Styles, Niall is a matchmaking oracle, and a slender, dark haired man stands mute at the coffee stand encouraging others to spill their secrets.

🍂 Colorful Hearts by @larrysmomfics [M, 20k, crack fic]

In a world where orgasmic emissions change color depending on the person’s mood, Louis Tomlinson’s semen has only ever been blue. At the recommendation of his doctor he attends a support group for people with similar conditions. The leader of Colorful Hearts, a therapist named Harry, is positively swoonworthy and sets Louis at ease right away. Needless to say that Louis isn’t aware yet that so much more than the color of his spunk is about to change.

🍂 Black Leather, Blue Lace by @insightfulinsomniac [E, 8k, soulmates, exhibitionism]

Two weeks ago, Louis met his soulmate on the way to his sister's birthday brunch. Now, it's finally time to introduce his - self proclaimed - "city girl" partner to his best friends and fellow farmhands. What better way to spend a summer evening with the people he loves than by hosting a bonfire, complete with s'mores and hayrides?

It's even better when your soulmate is an exhibitonist who agrees to fuck on the hayride under a blanket in front of all of your oldest friends.

#fic rec #larry fan fic #larry fanfic #larry fanfiction #larry fic #one direction fic #tracksuitficrecs

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cutevintagetoys · 2 years ago

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🌸 Tiny Magic Carnival Gaming Mousepad 🌸

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ghosty-zero · 9 days ago

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Sonadow one shot number #27: Cream’s Tea Party

Cream's bedroom was like a pink and yellow glitter bomb had exploded. Plushies and dolls lay scattered across the floor, some with hair so matted and tangled it looked like they hadn't seen a brush in a millennium. The curtains were drawn, but the sun still found a way to stream in through the gaps, casting a warm glow over the chaotic space. Cream's closet was jam-packed with princess dresses and fairy tutus, all in a delightful array of pastel shades. Her bed was a four-poster, the canopy adorned with pink and white lace, and it looked like the kind of place a real-life princess would sleep in. On the bedside table, there was a delicate teapot with a chipped spout and a collection of mismatched teacups.

"Wow...uh...this looks nice." Sonic said nervously, side-stepping a pile of plushies to avoid a trip hazard.

"Welcome to my tea party!" Cream exclaimed happily, motioning to a white table in the corner near a beige reading nook, covered with a pink tablecloth and set with dainty sandwiches and an assortment of sweets. "I knew you two would come!"

Shadow grunted a response, glaring at a princess doll that looked like it was glaring back at him. He was not thrilled to be here, but he always had a soft spot for the little rabbit. Naturally, Cream knew he'd do whatever she wanted, so the second she asked, he couldn't say no. Sonic, on the other hand, while he did enjoy and adore Cream like a big brother would, tea parties weren't exactly his scene. But Cream had a magical ability that even the fastest hedgehog couldn't outrun—persistence.

"Thank you both for coming over, she was really looking forward to this," Vanilla, Cream's mother, said as she set down a tray of freshly baked scones. She shot a knowing smile at Sonic and Shadow before retreating to the kitchen, leaving the unlikely trio to navigate the sea of frills and lace.

"Okay, let's get this started." Sonic said, rubbing his hands together with feigned enthusiasm as he sat down in a chair that looked like it was made for someone a quarter of his size. It creaked precariously beneath his weight, but Cream was too busy shoving Shadow into the seat beside Sonic to notice.

"This is Mr. Elephant, he'll also be joining us today!" Cream announced, placing a plush elephant with a bow tie in a chair opposite the two hedgehogs. "And this one is Miss Kitty!" She set down a feline doll with a pink bonnet next to Mr. Elephant. "She has a crush on Mr. Doggy, but she's too shy to tell him!"

"Ah, well, that's not good." Sonic chuckled, trying to keep the conversation flowing as he eyed the plate of sandwiches. They were meticulously cut into triangles, with the crusts removed, just like a proper tea party should have.

"Mommy made super yummy food for the party, because I wanted this to be the best tea party ever!" Cream said with a proud smile, her cheeks flushing with excitement.

"Do you happen to have bigger chairs?" Shadow grumbled, his legs sticking out awkwardly from the chair. He shot Sonic a look that clearly said 'I told you so'.

"No, these are the chairs you have to use at a tea party," Cream said firmly, pouring imaginary tea into a cup that looked like it could hold no more than a mouthful. She placed the teapot back on its stand with a clink, then proceeded to add a spoonful of imaginary sugar to her own cup. "Introduction time! Mr. Elephant, you go first!"

Sonic and Shadow sat in silence as they stared at the elephant plushie, as he introduced himself to the empty chair next to him. Cream's eyes sparkled with excitement, fully invested in her fantasy.

Sonic and Shadow sat in silence as they stared at the elephant plushie, as he introduced himself to the empty chair next to him. Cream's eyes sparkled with excitement, fully invested in her fantasy. Sonic and Shadow exchanged a glance that screamed 'we're in for it'.

"Alright, now Miss Kitty." Cream said, turning her attention to the feline doll. "What's new in your life?"

Miss Kitty remained silent, her plastic eyes staring straight ahead, like a zombie at a buffet. Sonic leaned over and whispered, "Maybe Miss Kitty is just really into the whole 'mysterious' vibe."

Cream giggled and nodded. "Heh, yeah, Miss Kitty is always so mysterious!" She took a dainty bite of a sandwich, her cheeks bulging slightly as she chewed. "Your turn, Mr. Sonic!"

"Oh...my turn? Uh...." Sonic stalled, looking at the toys surrounding him as if searching for inspiration. "Well, I've been, uh, really into...uh...running lately," he said, trying to keep a straight face.

Shadow snorted. "Brilliant, Sonic. Keep it riveting."

Sonic shot him a look but continued, "Yeah, you know, just...speedrunning through loops and collecting rings. It's all the rage in the...uh...hedgehog community."

Shadow rolled his eyes.

Cream giggled again, her eyes wide with wonder. "Wow, that sounds super fun!" She took a pretend sip from her teacup, the pinky of her left hand raised elegantly in the air. "Your turn, Mr. Shadow!"

Shadow huffed, crossing his arms. "Shadow."

"That's...it?" Sonic smirked, raising an eyebrow.

"What more do you need?"

"Oh, I dunno, maybe tell us what you've been up to, Mr. Shadow?" Sonic chuckled. "You know, aside from your usual brooding and fighting evil."

"Mister Shadow is super strong!" Cream said to Mr. Elephant and Miss Kitty, her eyes shining with excitement. "He saves everyone all the time!"

Shadow chuckled, a rare sight, and leaned back in his chair, which protested with a series of squeaks and groans. "Well, if you must know, I've been tasked with new assignments from G.U.N. It's top-secret, though. Can't say much."

"No, no, Mister Shadow. You run a cute flower shop that only sells black roses!" Cream exclaimed, clapping her hands together. "And sometimes lavender and daisies, too! You love flowers, so you opened up your own shop!"

Shadow blinked. "Uh...what now?"

"And Mister Sonic has a secret garden where he grows the fastest carrots in the world!" Cream said with a grin, her imagination clearly running wild. "These carrots are super fast and have little legs so they can run away when you want to eat them!"

"Ooh, that sounds cool!" Sonic laughed, leaning forward. "But what happens when someone actually wants to buy one?"

"They race you to the checkout, of course!" Cream said, her eyes lighting up at her own ingenuity. "You have to be super quick to catch them!"

"Oh, cool!" Sonic grinned, then reached for a finger sandwich. Cream slapped his hand away, and he yelped, "Hey, what gives?"

"It's not sandwich time, I didn't ring the bell!" Cream said sternly, holding up a small, gold-painted bell. It tinkled gently as she set it back on the table. "We must wait for the proper moment!"

"Yeah, Sonic." Shadow said sarcastically, "It's all about the etiquette at a tea party." He leaned back in his chair, which emitted a series of alarming squeaks. "You wouldn't want to break any rules."

"Well, you're about to break that chair."

"I'll break your nose."

"No arguing at a tea party!" Cream said, ringing her bell quickly. "No arguing."

"Shads started it." Sonic muttered, rubbing his hand.

"No, bad Shadow, no fighting!" Cream said with mock sternness, pointing her index finger at the two of them. "Drink your delicious tea!"

Shadow reached for his cup, raising a brow. "These are empty-"

Sonic elbowed him gently. "Just go with it, man." He took a pretend sip from his own teacup and gave a dramatic 'ahh' of satisfaction. Shadow sighed and mimed drinking his tea as well, the three of them sitting in an awkward silence that was only pierced by the occasional giggle from Cream as she whispered secrets to Mr. Elephant and Miss Kitty.

"Is it good?" Cream asked hopefully, leaning forward in her chair.

"Super good." Sonic grinned, his tail wagging.

"Yes, it's...satisfactory." Shadow nodded, his expression stoic.

Cream giggled, her cotton tail waving back and forth with excitement. "Okay, now it's time for....oh!" She gasped like she just remembered something incredibly important. "Oh no! I forgot the pizza rolls!"

She scurried out of the room, leaving her two guests looking at each other in bemusement."This is ridiculous and a waste of my time." Shadow grumbled, shifting in his seat. The chair looked ready to collapse under his weight, but somehow it held on, much to Sonic's amusement.

"Yeah, but she's just a kid, I mean, you can carve out an hour for this, right?" Sonic said, trying to lighten the mood. "Besides, you know you enjoy spending time with her."

"I suppose I do, but only because she's the only one who can get me to do things like this," Shadow grumbled, his stern gaze softening slightly. "But I draw the line at pretending to eat invisible food and drink invisible tea."

"You just didn't have a fun childhood." Sonic said as he pretended to sip loudly from his teacup. "This is what normal people do."

"Normal people pretend to suckle at invisible teacups?" Shadow raised an eyebrow at Sonic.

"Yep."

"I'm glad I am not normal."

"I'm back!" Cream's voice sang out, and she reentered the room, her arms loaded with a plate of steaming pizza rolls. She carefully placed them on the table. "Mommy says they're still super hot, so don't burn your mouths!"

"How long do you suppose tea parties are supposed to last?" Shadow whispered to Sonic.

"As long as Cream wants it to." Sonic whispered back, popping another pizza roll into his mouth, the cheese stretching like warm, gooey strings. "Mm, these are pretty good."

"Okay, finger sandwich time!" Cream rang her bell with a cheerful tinkle.

Sonic grinned and grabbed a sandwich, only for Cream to yet again stop him to correct his etiquette. "No, Mister Sonic, you gotta use the teeny tiny forks!" she exclaimed, pointing to a set of plastic forks that looked like they were made for a doll.

"Those look like a crumb would break them," Shadow muttered, gingerly picking up a fork with his thumb and forefinger, eyeing it as if it were a dangerous weapon.

"They're for the dainty bites," Cream said, her eyes shining with excitement. "See?" She demonstrated, delicately balancing a triangle of sandwich on the tiny tines. "It's part of the tea party experience!"

"Yeah, Shadow, it's for the experience," Sonic teased, waving a minuscule fork at him. He took a dainty bite of his sandwich, exaggerating his chewing motions for Cream's benefit. She clapped her hands together happily.

"Oh, new game! Mister Sonic, you can be the wife and Mister Shadow can be the husband!" Cream exclaimed giddily.

Sonic spat out his imaginary tea, choking on pure shock. "W-what?"

"Excuse me?" Shadow asked, tilting his head.

"Yeah!" Cream beamed, her eyes wide with excitement. "A husband and wife! Mommy says that a husband and wife do stuff together, like kissy-kissy and hold hands!"

"Uh..." Sonic slowly looked over at Shadow, who gave him a look that said 'don't you dare'. "Okay, so...how do we play?"

"Kiss!" Cream giggled, holding her cheeks as she watched Sonic and Shadow's stunned expressions.

"I...uh...well...." Sonic stuttered, his cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson as he glanced over at Shadow, who looked equally horrified at the prospect of playing pretend couple with him."No, it's just pretend." Cream said, as if that would make it any less awkward.

"Oh, I feel so much better now." Shadow deadpanned, setting down his teacup with a clank.

"Cream, uh...maybe we should stick to something a little less...personal," Sonic suggested, giving a nervous laugh.

"I wanna play pretend couple," Cream insisted, her eyes wide with hope. "It's fun!"

"Well, I'm not really into the whole 'kissy-kissy' thing," Sonic said, looking anywhere but at Shadow. "But we can pretend to be friends, right?"

Cream shook her head firmly, her eyes wide with disappointment. "No, Mister Sonic, you're the wife!"

"Why am I the wife? Make Shadow the wife!"

"I'm far to masculine for that," Shadow said, his voice gruff.

Cream pouted. "But it's just pretend, come on! One kissy!"

"But...what about Miss Kitty and Mister Elephant? Surely they don't wanna see that," Sonic said, sweat forming on his brow as he looked for an escape from the situation.

Cream grabbed said plushies and turned them around, facing the wall. "They won't see a thing," she said, her voice filled with mischief. "They're busy planning their own wedding!"

"Wait, I thought the cat had a crush on the dog..." Shadow said, looking between the two plushies.

"You actually followed that story?" Sonic whispered to Shadow, his eyes wide with amazement.

"Shut up."

"Mister Sonic, you married Mister Shadow, but are angry because Mister Shadow is always busy with his work at the flower shop and never takes you on dates," Cream said, her little paws clutching her chest in a dramatic fashion. "And now Mister Sonic has to confront Mister Shadow and ask for some love!"

Sonic gulped, slowly turning to look at Shadow. "Uh...how dare you...um...dear?" He said awkwardly.

"I...apologize for neglecting you...my dear," Shadow said through gritted teeth, choking out the last word.

"You should really...uh...show more love...and uh...take me to more places?" Sonic continued, trying to keep his voice steady as he played along.

"I agree...dear," Shadow said, his voice laced with reluctance. "You are....ugh...right. I should make more time for you." He took a deep breath, visibly steeling himself for the next part. "How about a...a picnic next week?"

"I think a five star restaurant would be more appropriate, don't you, darling?" Sonic quipped, giving a wide grin.

"Expensive as always, I see? Well, I can spare the time for that," Shadow said, his voice as flat as a pancake, but the hint of a smile playing on his lips. He stabbed a pizza roll with the play fork and held it to Sonic's mouth. "Here, my love, let me feed you."

Blushing like a tomato, Sonic opened his mouth to accept the pizza roll. "Thanks...lovely?"

"Awwwww!" Cream squealed with delight. "You two are so sweet! Do more!"

"Like what?" Shadow asked, his smirk growing slightly as he watched Sonic's squirming.

"Oh, I know!" Cream clapped her hands together. "You could pretend to dance together!"

"Dance?" Sonic repeated, looking at Shadow with a hopeful glint in his eye. "I can handle that."

"I can wear my tutu now!" Cream hurried over to her closet and pulled out a small, pink tutu, slipping it over her head. She twirled around, the frills fluttering, and looked at Sonic and Shadow expectantly. They both gave stiff thumbs-up.

"I have music, too!" Cream exclaimed, her tail wagging with excitement as she dashed over to a pink boombox that matched the rest of the room's decor. She pressed play, and a bubbly, whimsical melody filled the air, sounding like an opera classic remixed with a children's TV show theme. She hurried over and grabbed both their hands, pulling them up from their chairs. "Everyone dances at tea parties!"

"They do?" Shadow questioned before Cream shoved them together, their noses almost touching as she placed their hands in the proper dance position.

"You have to dance super fancy and stuff, like you're rich!" Cream exclaimed, demonstrating with a wobbly twirl, her long ears flapping with the force of her enthusiasm.

"Well, since I'm just the little wife, you gotta lead, Shads." Sonic grinned, wagging his tail.

Shadow glared at him but took the lead with a dramatic flourish, his movements surprisingly graceful despite his initial protests. He held Sonic close to his chest, their hands awkwardly intertwined as they began to move somewhat in time to the music. Sonic tried to follow along, his laughter echoing around the room as he attempted to mimic the fancy footwork Cream had shown them. Cream herself was dancing flamboyantly, her tutu bouncing around her as she twirled between her guests.

"Well, you had a change of heart, huh?" Sonic said flirtatiously, winking at Shadow as they stumbled through a clumsy waltz.

"Don't get used to it." Shadow dipped Sonic down dramatically, then brought him back up, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly. "This is all for Cream's enjoyment, remember?"

"Ya look like you're enjoying something." Sonic teased, trying not to step on Shadow's shoes.

"Am I not allowed to enjoy something?" Shadow smirked, leaning closer to Sonic's ear, making him jump slightly.

"Don't get too into character now," Sonic whispered back, his cheeks flushing as he stumbled over the steps.

"Is my wife shy?" Shadow taunted, spinning Sonic around.

"Is my husband trying to kill me?" Sonic quipped, gripping onto Shadow tightly as they danced.

Shadow's smirk grew wider. "Perhaps you should've chosen a less dangerous partner, dear."

"I would have, but Mister Elephant was already taken," Sonic retorted with a sly grin.

"Oh, very funny, Mister Sonic." Shadow rolled his eyes, but he pulled Sonic just a bit closer, his hands holding onto the hedgehog's waist firmly to keep him from falling over.

Their noses were inches from touching, and for a brief second, Sonic thought they were going to kiss for real, and he wasn't entirely sure if he would have stopped it if they did.

"My turn to dance with Mister Shadow!" Cream's voice startled them, breaking the tension. She tugged at Sonic's arm, her eyes wide with excitement.

"Oh, what a shame," Shadow said, his smirk not quite reaching his eyes as he released Sonic and offered his hand to Cream. "But if the lady insists..."

Sonic took a step back, allowing Cream to take his spot. Shadow took her tiny hands into his and began to dance with her, her small frame barely reaching his waist. She giggled and twirled under his lead, the tutu spinning around her like a cloud of cotton candy. Sonic could see Shadow smiling as he dipped her dramatically, her giggles filling the room.

Vanilla poked her head into the room, a smile forming on her face. "Oh, how sweet, you're all dancing!" She clapped her hands together and snapped a few photos with her camera. "Cream, you're growing up so fast!"

"Mister Sonic and Mister Shadow are married and they danced real close!" Cream explained happily as Shadow twirled her around.

"Oh...really?" Vanilla looked over at Sonic as if for confirmation, and he shrugged with a sheepish smile, as if to say, 'what can you do?'

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic fandom #shadow the hedgehog #cream the rabbit #sonadow #oneshot #wattpad writer #cute #short story #writing #wattpad #vanilla the rabbit

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imtryingbuck · 1 year ago

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Green paint

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Summary: babysitting Morgan with Steve gets a little bit out of control.

Word count: 1,637

Warnings: fluff

Masterlist

“The number for the hotel is this one, the number for the restaurant we’ll be at is here, and this is her physicians numb- Y/n are you even listening?” Pepper asks as she notices you staring off.

“Yeah you said the number for hotel, restaurant and the morgue is on this nice fancy piece of paper”.

“You’re hilarious you know?”

“I know, look Pep it’s not the first time I’ve had the pleasure of babysitting Carly so don’t worry”

“Who the hell is Carly?” Tony asks as he walks in with your boyfriend, Steve.

“Umm your daughter, Pep sorry to tell you this but your husbands losing his mind”

“Doll stop winding them up” Steve chuckles coming over to you.

“I can’t help it, anyways I say this in the most nicest way possible but you two leave, eat food that cost way more than my apartment and top it off by having mind blowing s-“

“Alright alright we’re leaving Jesus Christ” Pepper practically shouts.

Tony hands Pepper her coat and purse as he calls for Morgan to come and say goodbye.

“Be good and we love you” Pepper says kissing her daughters cheek.

“Who me or auntie Y/n?” Morgan asks with her eyebrow slightly raised.

“Both.” Tony laughs.

The moment the door closes Morgan grips your hand in hers and drags you to her play room, talking a mile a minute.

“-then we’ll play dress up and then we’ll play with my dolls and-“

“Morg slow down sweetie” you say chuckling at the six year old.

“-and we’ll have nuggets and fries and…where’s uncle Stevie?”

“I’m here sweetheart, I was getting your juice for you”. He says and sure enough he had a juice box and a drink for the two of you.

“Thanks uncle Stevie”

“You’re welcome, so what’s the plan tonight then girlies?”

As Morgan retells her plans to him you stand and watch as the six foot super solider holds a pink bunny teddy in his hands, getting ready to hold the elephant teddy as Morgan hands them to him. You couldn’t help but take your phone out of your pocket and snap a few photos of him.

“What are you doing pretty girl?” He asks you after being handed the elephant and now crocodile teddy.

“Oh nothing pretty boy” winking at him as his cheeks start to turn a little shade of red.

Playing dress ups were done after 30 minutes as Morgan got bored of it.

Then you three played doctors, it was your turn to be the patient. You only went to the pretend hospital with a really bad tummy ache and left with an amputated leg. Thanks to Doctor Morgan and her assistant Steve - I wouldn’t recommend going there, ever.

Playing with her dolls was over with pretty quickly as all the dolls were tired and needed a nap.

Steve left Morgan’s playroom - which looked more like a toy store - to make dinner for the three of you, leaving you and Morgan sitting on the very comfortable bean bags.

“Auntie Y/n can I ask you something?”

“Of course pudding”

“When will you and uncle Stevie have babies?“

Ah the good old question your asked constantly now you’ve been dating Steve for five years. Explaining to adults was easy, it mainly consists of you telling them to mind their own business - not necessarily that politely - but explaining it to a six year old? That’s new territory, she’s never asked it before.

“I’m not sure sweetheart” is all you can say.

“Do you like babies?”

“No”

“Why?”

“Because they’re smelly”

“I wasn’t smelly” she laughs.

“Morg you was the smelliest baby in the whole world!”

Her cheeks puffed out as the smile grew more and more “no I wasn’t”

“I’m not lying to you”

“Auntie Y/n, where do babies come from?”

Oh boy. This whole conversation was throwing you off.

“Aliens” you even winced at your own reply.

“Aliens?” She raises her eyebrow reminding you so much of her father.

“Yep. Aliens come and drop off babies to parents”

“How do they make them?”

This girl was killing you.

“Magic?”

“Magic.” She gives you a deadpan look as you nod.

The second you heard Steve call for you two, you practically ran out of the room.

During dinner Morgan told Steve all about where babies came from and how they were made, his eyes looked over at you and with a straight face you nodded, agreeing with the girl.

“Auntie Y/n uncle Stevie” Morgan’s voice trailed down the corridor.

“What’s up?” You asked as you walked down to where she was.

“It’s time to paint”.

“Oh sweetie I don’t think that’s a good idea” Steve says softly.

It wasn’t. The last time you three painted together things…kinda got a little out of hand. Paint was everywhere. All over the floor, walls and even the ceiling.

Tony and Pepper weren’t happy.

“But please uncle Stevie!”

“Maybe if we do damage control it won’t be as bad as last time?” You asked, the pleading in Morgan’s voice chipped away at your heart.

“Babe, we said that last time”

“It’s okay uncle Stevie. I’ll sit in the corner” you both watch as she walks over to the corner and sits down with a huff.

“I’m not giving in Y/n!”

“Nope neither am I…but she looks so sad”

“Alright fine! But the moment things get out of hand we put everything away okay!”

“Yes yes thank you uncle Stevie your the best”

Steve places a kiss to her forehead and watches as she goes to her paint stand, pulling tub and tub out. “I was talking to you too doll”.

“I’ll behave, scouts honour”.

The three of you had been painting for well over an hour, showing each other your paintings after you finished them.

You were adding the last little bit of detail to your latest masterpiece when you felt something splattering across your face.

“Was…that…what…I…think…it…is” looking up from your work to Steve and Morgan who both sit there trying to contain their laughter.

“I won’t ask again you two”

“It’s paint auntie Y/n” Morgan bursts out laughing.

“I’m sorry doll but she told me to do it”

“Yo-you threw paint at me? Steven!”

“Oh oh you’re in trouble” Morgan sings looking towards Steve.

“Babe, Morgan told me to d-“

You cut him off with flicking your brush at him, leaving pink splashes of paint on his face.

He actually had the audacity to looked shocked whilst you smirked.

Morgan’s laughter filled the whole room but she too falls victim when you and Steve flick paint at her.

All three of you come to a stand-off. Eyes bouncing from one another. Armed and ready with paint. Silently daring each other to be the first one to make a move.

Morgan’s the first one to attack.

Brushes were long gone as hands were going into the larger tubs so you can get your next victim easier.

The screams and laughter fills the whole penthouse.

You stalked towards Morgan who was laughing whilst pleading for you not to get her, you was about to reach out for her when her eyes went wide, bouncing from you and behind you. Her arms went out and she started muttering.

Deciding to look behind you, you see your ever so loving boyfriend smiling at you.

When you see his hands it becomes your turn for your eyes to open wide like saucers and you’re moving away from Morgan.

His hands are dripping in green paint.

"Do not touch me!" You speak lowly.

“I wasn’t”

“I mean it Steve do not touch me!”

“I wasn’t!”

“Back up. Now, Steve!”

Morgan stands there eyes still wide and in fact they somehow grow even more. She doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She’s finding the whole situation funny, her aunt and uncle slowly moving around the room - her auntie trying to escape her uncle whilst he tries to catch her - at six years old she’s smart, she knows that if her uncle puts his green hands on her auntie it’s going to take her auntie forever to get it all off.

“I’m not doing anything baby!”

“Morgan…give me some more paint” Morgan listens and finally moves, going straight for the pink paint. “Thanks sweetie”.

“Babe you’re overreacting, I wasn’t going to do anything”

“Ov-overreacting? How dare you!”

Morgan watches as her favourite auntie and uncle move closer to each other now that Y/n had more paint to her hands. Even though she’s six years old she knows, she knows that after tonight she won’t be seeing the pair for a few weeks.

You and Steve were about to pounce on each other when you feel cold liquid drenching the pair of you.

Shocked you look to the side where Morgan stands with a grimace on her face. The now empty tub of green paint tightly held in her hands.

Before anyone can say anything the door comes open and a scream breaks the silence.

Pepper.

“Oh my… I think I’m having a heart attack!”

The three of you had gotten so carried away with the battle you were in that you didn’t realise how much paint was getting everywhere.

It was so much worse than last time.

So much worse.

“That was so fun auntie and uncle, we should do it again next time”

You, Steve and Morgan are in different parts of the room. Scrubbing and cleaning up all the now dried paint off.

“There’s not going to be a next time” Tony’s voice says but looking around the room you don’t see him. “Top left corner” you could practically hear the eye roll he did.

And that’s when you see it. The camera.

“Back to work!”

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