#plushy fluff

[rococovirgo]

i was gonna remake the lil character bio pages for these two but with how long those took, i'm just gonna post the sketched out redesigns instead :') later on i'll draw some fancy art of these two when i get a day off work again

i also slightly altered how they both kinda exist and why ragdoll is considered modern with like, a really basic timeline i made that shows the change and how they technically are different

there is a bit more detail but i kept it simple for now, i may draw how ragdoll basically came to be and how they ended up separated from the show itself with no memory of it vrsiondko

[suksatoru]

plushies galore! ⋆˚୨♡୧˚⋆ katsuki x you

katsuki lays sprawled on your bed with one, muscular arm shifting onto your side. he rips away the stuffed animal that was laying peacefully in your arms, before promptly chucking it full force across your room.

"katsuki!"

he ignores you, nuzzling into the spot where your hello kitty plush was laying previously — right on your chest — as he wraps his arms around you with a satisfied sigh

"what the hell was that for?" you whine, attempting to push him off — which unfortunately doesn't work, because he lowers all of his body weight on top of you as you gasp and squirm in his arms — telling the heavy bastard to get off and go get your plushy!

"she was lookin' at me funny. piece of shit."

katsuki yelps loudly when you pinch the muscle of his arm, scowling even further as you look at him with a glare

"she can't help the way her face is! go say sorry!"

he mutters something under his breath as you pull your brows together in confusion, watching his red eyes glare angrily at the hello kitty plushy that laid helplessly on the floor

"hm? what was that?" you asked sternly as a growl rumbles deep in chest. he lifts his head from your stomach, his lips curling into something similar to a pout as looks away

"she took my spot too... i guess." he huffs, flipping off your cuddly companion as you blink back your surprise. a soft giggle leaves your lips as you realize what was going on. katsuki was just jealous.

"you know you're my favorite, right?" you coo, gently threading a hand through his spiky hair as the tension from his back disperses. he sinks further into your body as he nods his head slowly

"damn right i am." he mutters, pressing feather soft kisses onto your tummy as you gently bop your nose against his

"i love you, katsuki." you whisper, watching his eyes soften a fraction at your words before he sighs

"i know, brat. everyone does."

he braces himself for impact the moment the words leave his mouth, hiding his face against your skin as you smack his head with a wack! he groans with a laugh, sending you a small smile — one that was specifically reserved for you.

"now, can you please go say sorry to her?" you cross your arms, looking down at him with a hopeful smile as he squints back, tightening his arms around your waist stubbornly.

"hell no."

"katsuki."

"...fine."

[miscellaneous-misty]

You're Mine, Not His!

♥︎ summary: in which gojo gets jealous of your collection of cinnamoroll plushies and demands you break up with that stupid bunny or dog or whatever it is!

♥︎ tags: SFW, wc: 1k, fluff, crack, silly, established relationship, cohabitation, teasing, fem reader, jealous and grumpy/pouty gojo, amused reader, an abundance of cinnamoroll plushies, light manhandling by toru to reader, little spoon satoru

♥︎ notes: inspired by this smau made by @sailorkamino! this was spontaneous so i'm sorry about the poor quality. i just wanted to get this idea out of my brain. all the dividers and the edit for this post were made by me from scratch, except for the "empty/ageless block dni" divider (i customized a template by @/cafekitsune for that one). please do not use or re-upload the dividers or edit for your own posts. thank you <3 i hope you enjoy reading ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶꒱ა

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You knew the minute Satoru stepped into the bedroom that he was not happy.

Even with the blindfold on, the frown on his half-exposed face made his displeasure obvious from the doorway. He pulls down the blindfold with one hand, brilliant blue eyes piercing straight into your soul. If you were anyone else, you'd be afraid of his deathly cold stare. But because you two have been dating for a while now, you knew him well. Right now, your boyfriend is just being dramatic.

"What the hell is this?" Satoru says, glaring at the smiling plushie in your arms. "You're cheating on me in our own home?"

You smile, hugging the plushie tightly to your chest. "It's Cinnamoroll!"

Satoru eyes the Cinnamoroll plushie in your arms with disdain, as if he's contemplating which cursed technique would be best for eliminating him. The entire shared bedroom has been filled to the brim with Cinnamoroll plushies of varying sizes. "Did you really have to bring your whole collection when you moved in?"

"Of course!" you exclaim, offended at the very notion of abandoning your precious collection. You tilt your head, resting your cheek against the top of Cinnamoroll's head. The plushie sinks at the pressure, squishing against your face cutely. "I could never abandon my first love."

Satoru frowns. "So you're not even trying to deny it?"

The Cinnamoroll in your arms has a smug expression on its face with its eyes closed, its w-shaped mouth, and the little blush on each cheek. You can tell it's bothering Satoru. You decide you want to tease him. You squeeze it gently, bringing your knees up to your chest, curling closer to Cinnamoroll as if he's your lover. You bat your eyelashes at Satoru in a faux show of innocence. "What? Are you jealous?"

"Yes!" Satoru replies, admitting his irritation readily. He snatches one of the Cinnamorolls off the dresser with one hand, choking it by the neck. The Cinnamoroll plush is unaffected of course, smiling blissfully at Satoru with blue eyes similar to his. He waves the plushie around. "What does he have that I don't?"

"Hm," you hum, pretending to think for a short moment. "He's cute, energetic, cheerful—"

"Oi oi oi." Satoru clicks his tongue, tossing the plushie aside onto the floor. He strides over to you, resting one knee on the mattress and one hand on the headboard of the bed. He leans closer, towering over you, tall and gangly and all-encompassing. "I have all of those traits and more! I have blue eyes and white hair. I'm rich, handsome, tall—"

"Annoying," you interrupt, poking Satoru in the cheek for every item you add to his list. "Jealous, workaholic, yapper, bully, mean—"

"These are lies," Satoru says, kicking off the other Cinnamorolls from the bed as he moves even closer, fully caging you against the headboard. "Slander, even. I demand a lawyer."

"Hey! Don't hurt him!"

A little growl escapes from Satoru's throat, dark and foreboding. "Don't show affection for him!"

He tries to grab the Cinnamoroll plushie out of your arms. You wiggle to the left and to the right, curling up protectively around the plushie like an armadillo. "No! He's mine!"

"Ugh, break up with him already! It's just a stupid bunny," Satoru whines.

You gasp. "He's a dog! Get it right."

"That's clearly a bunny—Wait, I don't care what he is!" His chest bumps into your knees, the loose fabric of his shirt brushing against your legs. "You're mine, not his!"

You giggle. "You're so dramatic, Toru, getting all pouty and worked up over 'a stupid bunny' like you said."

"I am not pouting."

"You are definitely pouting."

Satoru stays silent for a moment, eyeing you like a stubborn, angry cat who has yet to be fed a good meal. Suddenly, he grabs your calves and drags your legs outwards, sliding you down the bed. You squeal at the sudden motion, powerless as Satoru grabs the plushie from your arms and carelessly throws it behind him. He lays on top of you with his full weight, his head resting on your chest and his arms snaking their way around your waist. "You're only allowed to cuddle with me like that."

You laugh, petting his soft white hair. You drag your fingertips across his undercut, the sensation pleasant against your skin. "You're so petty."

He tilts his head up, looking up at you all cute and needy and clingy. "It's not petty to want my girlfriend for myself. Stop cheating on me."

You roll your eyes. "It's not cheating."

"Yes it is! I'm gonna burn all of them tomorrow—"

You grab his cheeks, pinching him. "Don't you dare! I'll kill you."

"Owieeeee," Satoru whines. "You're so mean to me."

You let go, gently caressing the area you pinched. He leans into your hand, your touch. You sigh and shake your head with a smile, wondering how you landed yourself such a pathetic man. "I only keep Cinnamoroll for when you're not around, alright? He's my side piece."

"Well, I'm here now," Satoru huffs, burying his face in your chest. "So I don't want to see him anywhere near you. You should only look at me."

"Okay, you big baby, I'll keep all my attention on you," you reply, hugging him. You take a second to notice his warmth, his weight. You close your eyes, appreciating the way he sinks into your body like he wants to be one with you, like he never wants to be away from you. Then, you open your eyes and smirk. "...For now."

Satoru glares at you. "I will burn those stupid plushies. Don't test me."

You laugh, loud and obnoxious. Satoru gaze softens. He squeezes you tightly, committing the sound of your laughter to memory. Silently, he makes a promise to make sure he's always around so you never have to rely on those damn plushies again. He'll never allow anyone to steal you away from him, even if he has to fight a dumb cartoon bunny to keep you to himself.

[nonranghaes]

"i bought something today." you step into chris's makeshift studio, bag hidden behind your back. "do you wanna see?"

chris looks up, tugging at the edge of his beanie. he clicks a few things, then turns to face you fully. "sure! is it another bath bomb? because last time was really relaxing, and i wouldn't mind cuddling--"

"it's not," you stop him, then pause for a second. "... but i'll keep that in mind next time i'm at the store. so." you pull the bag out from behind your back, reaching in to reveal the ugliest little plushie chris has ever seen. it's this brown scorpion with heart-shaped eyes, and it looks more dopey than cute, but chris knows you. he knows you saw it and fell in love with how dumb it looks. the tiny smile you're giving him now is proof enough. "... well?"

"he's kinda ugly," he says with a slow nod, as if appraising him like a piece of art.

you just smile bigger, brighter than before. "i know, right?!" you toss him over to chris, who catches him with relative ease. "he was on sale. i think he was some sort of valentines day plushie that someone pawned for a couple bucks. i just couldn't resist snagging him since he was marked down even further."

"did you name him?"

"nah," you lean in, pressing a quick peck against his cheek before making your way over to the couch. "left that up for you. i like when you name things."

"well," chris sets the plushie into his lap. "i love him. i'll get back to you on the name, yeah?"

"yeah, yeah," you sprawl out on the couch, phone in hand. "i'm gonna stay in here for a bit. that fine?"

he nods, already pulling his headphones back on. "might have you listen to something later for feedback," he says, settling back into his chair. "but sure. i work better when you're around."

"sap."

he smiles to himself as he presses play. he is. he's your sap.

[cheeseceli]

When you have plushies

Pairing: Ot8!skz × Gn!reader (individually)

Genre: fluff, reactions

Request: so if skz had a partner who sleeps / collects plushies??? maybe also add a little where the reader is a tad bit embarrassed of it?

Warnings: none

A/n: if you saw this when I posted it for the first time no you didn't!

Bang Chan

Y'KNOW THAT LAUGH OF HIS

The one that's so adorable and it looks like a giggle while his eyes are like crescent moons

THAT ONE

It's the one he gives you while he tries to understand that somehow he is dating the most adorable human being in the whole world

He literally has no problem if you want to sleep with them, will reassure you when it comes to that

"Do you think I can take one of your plushies with me for the tour? It'd make me feel closer to you"

Lee Know

Of course he will tease you

That's like one of the things that are included in his boyfriend package: relentless teasing

He will stop immediately if he sees that you aren't feeling it though

Will take a picture of you cuddling your favourite teddy bear and set it as his phone's wallpaper

AND will buy you some plushies and put them in his dorm

So you can feel more comfortable even when you're away from your own collection

Will never admit but he cuddles with it when he misses you

"Dori was sleeping with the plushie I bought for you. I'm going to send you a pic"

Changbin

Now that he knows, there is nothing stopping him from buying you thousands of plushies

Your collection will double in less than a month if you let him (please let him)

Might even buy some matching ones so you guys can share something in common

But he'll feel a little betrayed if you don't cuddle him to sleep and instead hug the teddy bear

"Why are you cuddling a plushie when you have me right here?? Like, c'mon now!!"

Hyunjin

You know those things where you can make a teddy bear from scratch and then gift it to someone?

He would do that for you😭

Would probably gift you a personalised plushie in your first valentine's

But overall he finds it adorable

Laughs endearingly every time he sees you sleeping while cuddling one

But will not lose the opportunity to replace the plushie and hug you throughout the night

"Would you rather have a dog or a bear as a plushie? No specific reason"

Han

Wants to give names to some of them lmao

And finds you 200% cuter because of it

Like, he knew you were adorable but you always surpass his expectations somehow

And if you get embarrassed abou it he finds you even cuter

But will make sure you don't have a reason to be embarrassed

He will throw himself in the pile of plushies, feeling like he's in heaven and making sure you knows he likes this side of you as well

"This one looks just like you! Oh my God, it's literally you"

Felix

HE LOVES IT

And he would be so casual about it as well??

Like, you'd be kinda scared of his reaction but then he's just the kindest about this

Wants to know about their names and stories you might have about them

The kind of guy who'd stitch one of them if they need to get repaired (I love him btw)

Tries to win plushies for you in those claw machines

"Which one do you want? I'll win it for you"

Seungmin

Is kinda intimidated at first lmao

Like I can see him just standing still while an army of plushies stare at his soul 😭

After the initial shock though I think he'd find it cute

Especially if there is a plushie who kinda looks like him/his skzoo

If that's the case he'll just tease you (while finding it so endearing)

"You should name this one 'Minnie'"

"I'm not naming every single one of my plushies after you"

"Why not?"

I.N

I think he wouldn't react at first, but mostly because he doesn't know what to do

Will you get sad if he teases you? Will you get embarrassed if he says it's cute?

He ends up not saying anything lol

Acts like he sees a huge collection of plushies every day

Might give you some plushies as gifts after finding out

"I just bought a very cute teddy bear in Japan. I'm giving it to you once I come back home."

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Reblogs and feedback are always appreciated!

[apocalypse-shuffle]

BRUCE BANNER & THE HULK (mcu)

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How Bruce / Hulk reacts to being given a Hulk plush (Bruce Banner x Fem!Reader) and (Hulk & Fem!Reader)

Headcanons

SFW, established relationship, fluff, crack treated seriously, hints at canon divergence

Picture source: Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015)

2k+ words (some of which are from one Spurt - or mini fic - w/ Bruce and another w/ Hulk)

BRUCE BANNER

Bruce stares at you like you’re insane when you come up to him brandishing the plushie Hulk like a trophy.

Of course a second later he fixes his face to smile at you in greeting, even with his hair fluffier than usual from him having been running his hands through it so much and his smile tinged with fatigue, but his initial opinion of the plush itself still doesn’t actually improve.

For your part you remain unphased, making sure he’s not handling anything sensitive as you study the little Hulk in your hands some more before slipping behind his desk and shaking it at Bruce with a proclamation of: “It’s you!”

Bruce laughs at your antics despite the way both his brows have started furrowing, and finally reaches out for the plush.

❤︎

“And people, what? They buy these?”

“They did,” you shrug, you’re not going to sugarcoat it for Bruce. He’s likely to go looking for the distributor on his own time anyway.

Bruce goes quiet then, but it’s the type of silence from him that only half worries you. He was thinking, certainly, but not in a way that would make him spiral. At least not immediately.

“Right,” Bruce hums. He turns the little green plush over in his hands — both having come off his keyboard where he was inputting notes into his computer the moment you walked into his office. “No parent wants their child playing with a toy modeled after a proverbial natural disaster on legs, huh?”

He cracks a small lopsided grin at that, scoffing to himself. You give him a long look in response and Bruce only offers a shrug, ducking his head and reaching up to squeeze the back of his neck for a moment.

Your lips purse.

“I didn’t say that, B.”

He nods, “It’s the truth though, Y/n, I’m well aware of that.” The scientist stands from his stool, leaving the plush beside his keyboard, moving closer to you and wrapping you up in his arms. Softly, he nudges his nose with your broader one and you smile. “Plus, you’re far nicer than me. Of course you wouldn’t have said that.”

The soft, pale inside of his palm presses to your darker skin as he brings up his hand to cup over your cheek. Before you let yourself lean into his touch you give him a measured look, eyes narrowed, but Bruce doesn’t budge despite the apologetic look he’s giving you.

“Goddamnit, Bruce,” you grumble, giving into his touch after pressing a kiss to the inside of his wrist.

The corners of Bruce’s eyes crinkle. He snorts.

“For what it’s worth it’s actually pretty cute,” he looks over the Hulk plushie with a more critical eye before shrugging, “even if it’s likeness is off.”

You heave a sigh.

“It’s too cute,” you guess.

Bruce nods.

“It’s way too cute,” he confirms, the arm he still has around your waist squeezing playfully at you.

Laughing, you shake your head at him, throwing your arms around his shoulders and pressing a quick peck of a kiss to his lips.

The hand he had on your face drops from your dewy skin to join the other around your waist like a moth drawn to flame, and you grin as he shifts fast to kiss you back, his grip on you tightening.

You put a finger over his lips to keep him from chasing your mouth for more, staring at him with lidded eyes and a sly curve to your lips.

“I feel it pertinent to remind you that Hulk and you share a face, Honey.” Bruce’s eyes widen and he looks about two seconds away from pressing a hand to his chest and acting wounded. “And,” you say before he can take his hands off you, “that I happen to think you’re both plenty cute. In my humble opinion that is.”

“Oh in your ‘humble’ opinion? Is that what we’re calling it?” Bruce snorts again, but when he kisses you next it’s sweeter than it needs to be.

❤︎

Overall, Bruce doesn’t hate the plush toy, which is nice, he just doesn’t particularly care for it. Though he does raise an amused brow once he tracks down the small Brazilian factory that used to make the plushies, a small fond smile curling his lips.

In general his relationship with Hulk is a lot better than it’s been even before everything with Wanda, but post The Avengers forming (hell, after having helped create Ultron with Tony his relationship with himself is the best it’s been since), so he isn’t disgusted like he once would’ve been by the prospect of a company making Hulk plushies.

The Hulk protected him on Sakaar (even if he did a lot of other things Bruce likes less too), and saved his life during The Battle of Wakanda. Bruce could give the Big Guy his props now. Especially after he himself got to kick ass in the HulkBuster, but could still admit to himself that fighting droves of bad guys wasn’t the type of challenge he particularly enjoyed.

Bruce largely disregards the plush after your initial conversation about it. Forgets about the thing, really. When he finds you one night — after he’s been away with the team for a few days on a particularly grueling mission — curled up on the couch with the plush against your chest and your arms wrapped tight around it he finds a kind of fondness for the little Hulk, though.

Cuddling with the plush like that you cut both the most adorable and the most heartbreakingly sweet figure he’s ever seen.

When Bruce scoops you up to carry you off to y’all’s shared bedroom it’s with a small groan (Hulk’s been in charge for the better part of 72 hours, his body was all bruise and still in the process of completely healing from the prolonged transformation, his ass is exhausted), but it’s completely worth it to feel the brush of your soft kinky hair over his cheek and to have you subconsciously curl into him — Hulk plush still held tightly and smushed between both of your bodies — in your sleep.

By the time you’re both in bed you’ve started to stir awake and give him the ‘welcome home’ he always looks forward to, insistent arms locked tight around his shoulders in a hug as he squeezes you flush to him from around your waist. He still makes sure the Hulk plush doesn’t tumble to the floor in your excitement though, handing it back to you and watching with fond russet eyes as you curl up with it again while he spoons you from behind and presses sweet, longing kisses into the brown expanse of your skin.

THE HULK

Hulk is borderline insulted at first until you explain what it is.

When you first come up to him brandishing his plush lookalike you’re not expecting him to both simultaneously respond like you’re about to burn him in effigy and as if you’re betraying him by trying to replace his big green ass with a plushie, of all things, but you suppose that with his reputation and general possessiveness towards you that you should’ve expected his reaction on both accounts.

After a quick explanation, and a pat of your tiny hand over his giant one in reassurance, you’re good to go though.

Once Hulk’s certain you're not trying to replace him or hurt and piss him off, though….

…Hulk immediately hits you with a “But…people hate Hulk,” and you're so caught off guard that you just blink up at him for a few silent moments.

Hulk has your mind going haywire as you think of an answer for him — vetoing “not everyone,” as an acceptable response almost immediately at the impatient grumble he lets out at you taking so long to answer.

Hulk hears your eventual answer of: “Some people still do, yeah, but a few people definitely don’t. I don’t,” and deflates.

The Big Guy slumps forward, resting his elbow onto his thigh where he’s sitting criss-cross in front of you, so he can prop his head up with his fist as he effectively pouts. You feel horrible that you can’t give him any other answer, but that was the truth and you wouldn’t lie to him; especially when you’d be so easily disproved if the Big Guy actually showed his face anywhere.

Hulk’s public perception wasn’t completely in the gutter, with a ton of work and a good deal of care it could be salvaged some, but he definitely wasn’t trusted by the majority of the public anymore (and the trust he and Bruce did have before the incident in South Africa had been faint at best even back in the day).

❤︎

“Fine.” Hulk gives a great big huff that makes your lips quirk. “Hulk look.” He holds out his hand, and you promptly rise on the tips of your toes to place the Hulk plushie delicately in his palm.

Plush now in his free hand; he doesn’t actually move it from where you placed it, just moves his hand this way and that and gives the toy a grave amount of inspection.

“Hulk never wore purple,” he grunts after a few moments, and you laugh.

Hulk wasn’t exactly wrong though. Bruce certainly wore a lot of purple, it was his favorite color after all, but Hulk didn’t touch the color if he could help it outside of the short block of purple that lined the top sides of his uniform pants.

Hulk’s completely unphased when you lean over his thigh opposite from where he’s propping his head up so you can inspect the plush with him. Even drops his hand enough for you to be able to see it at eye level.

After a few of your own silent seconds you nod and solemnly agree that you’ve never actually seen him wear full-on purple, yes, but guess that the color is for color theory purposes as the plush was made for children and would need appealing color coding to match.

“That’s dumb,” Hulk grunts, but he leaves it at that.

He goes right back to staring at the thing in silence again and you’re perfectly content to let him, humming softly and letting yourself rest your upper body over his muscled thigh.

Hulk runs hot so you won’t stay pressed to him for too long (unless it’s cold, then you’re stuck to him like glue) but his jade skin is surprisingly soft for such a force of nature and he’s never once objected to you climbing all over him.

❤︎

Eventually you reach up to take the plush back (mostly bcs Hulk’s had enough of it and is twisting his hand sideways, so if you don’t take it, it’ll fall) and keep talking lightly with Hulk about Avengers shit and whatnot. Absentmindedly, though, you take to running your thumbs softly over the plush’s head area or through its short tufts of fake black “hair”, self soothing with the feel of the plush.

Hulk notices. Hell, Hulk points it out to you.

❤︎

“Y/n not touch Hulk like that.”

A blink.

Freezing, you pause to look down at your fidgeting hands and the soft colorful fabric beneath the pads of your fingers. Your brows furrow.

Another blink— still from you.

Only after a few more beats of silence — only broken by a grumble from the Big Guy as he shifts restlessly — do you look up and turn your blank stare onto Hulk.

Hulk, whose lips are downturned into a frown and who's also watching you like he’s half expecting you to catch a whole conniption over his words.

What you finally, eloquently, settle on saying is: “What?”

❤︎

And that’s how you end up finding out Hulk likes when you run your nails along his scalp as hard as you can (he’s got some tough ass skin, there’s no other way; and if you wear acrylics or gels they’re gonna need to be strong) and when you run gentle hands over his face. Likes it so much he falls asleep, in fact.

It’s also how you end up with literal tons worth of jade green giant lying flat on his back with his head inches away from your lap while you sit criss-cross on the plush carpet behind him with your back leant against his shoulder and hands working overtime as you essentially pet him.

Call him “handsome” while you brush his hair behind his ears and he’ll crack an eye open to drop large eyes down to look at you then grin hard enough to have you cracking up. Press kisses all over his giant cheeks and forehead and over his closed eyelids and he’ll be eating out of your palm for a week— this shit is dangerous.

Overall, after any misunderstandings have been corrected, he’s more readily forgiving of the plush than Bruce, but that’s mostly because he has the benefit of feeling flattered that you’re so eagerly snuggling with a green plushie made in his likeness even as you’re curled up by his side.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!!!

Bonus scrapped scene: “Hulk not grey either” “I know, Big Guy, but copyright. The distributors probably didn’t want to get sued for using your likeness.” “Still not grey,” he grumbles, expression turning mulish and petulant. You pat him on the arm in solidarity.

I am in a fucking mood I can’t help myself, the Bruce/Hulk stuff just keeps coming.

So, yeah, I went for the alternate version of Endgame (ie: one of the deleted Hulk/Bruce scenes) and changed the story a bit so that I don’t have to deal with MCU “Smart Hulk” and so that I could have Hulk smash from the HulkBuster armor after Bruce and his back and forth where they come to an understanding (also a deleted scene), but instead of kind of erasing Hulk I’m just making it so now he and Bruce have come to an equilibrium together. I’ve also technically retconned the fuck out of Ragnarok, but I don’t go into that here.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!

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Also, honestly, it bothers me (to a fictional extent) that Wanda never had to own up to or make up for what she did to Bruce and her making the conscious decision to set the Hulk off in that area of South Africa bcs she was irritated and as a distraction. We know that once Bruce came back to earth and did that ridiculous “Smart Hulk” thing that he had to rebuild his image and public perception of him and that even by She-Hulk: Attorney at Law it’s not stable enough for him to just be around the regular public as a Hulk. Even when in Endgame we see that he’s regained trust and has some amount of celebrity, his position on earth is still clearly tentative. And that’s despite being a big factor in helping save the world.

Bruce had to build himself out of that hole that Wanda dug for him and whatever legal mess and guilt that would’ve naturally followed, Hulk had to sit with that guilt and that confusion (you can see the emotions on his face right before Tony — using Veronica — knocks him out and he’s the one who leaves on the quinjet) then was subsequently erased by the narrative because the writers didn’t want to actually write a Hulk redemption arc, and Wanda got off completely scot free without having to make up for or let herself be rightfully prosecuted for destroying those South Africans’ lives, because the Hulk might not have murdered anyone but Hulk’s rampage (by its very nature) is tantamount to an impromptu natural disaster having torn through that city. A city that Wanda purposely targeted because she was mad at one man, and an infraction that she never made up for or is even seriously mentioned after AOU.

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Bonus(+)Pic —

[dragon-ascent]

Cold days are perfect for snuggling with Zhongli...and your Rex Lapis plushies.

It's a typical winter's day, the weather shrouding all it touches with discomfiting cold. The kind of cold that makes people retreat into their homes instead of spending the night out, fireplaces alight and mugs unwaveringly steaming.

On such a night as this, Zhongli and you seek comfort in each other's warmth - well, you more so than Zhongli, since he seems to radiate warmth like your own personal sun. And the sweet man is, of course, always happy to oblige.

He's comfy and soft - and so is your favorite Rex Lapis plushie, which is your other lovely companion in bed tonight. Cuddling and squishing the silly ol' thing while Zhongli has his arms wrapped around you is the best possible way to spend any day. You hold it out to your husband, and he pats the little plush dragon's head. You promptly place it on his belly, stating its fuzziness will enhance his comfort. Chuckling in response, he lets it stay there.

Seeing Zhongli all snug in bed with your plushie gives you an idea. You scurry out of bed to fetch the rest of your Rex Lapises - because what devotee has only one plushie of him?

You pile them onto him one by one, and he welcomes them with more headpats...until he can't pat them anymore because you're burying his arms under more of your soft Rexies. Soon enough, it's like you're building your very own mountain, with Zhongli as the unwitting base.

Your darling has resigned himself to his fate; he makes not a peep as you pile more and more plushies onto him, effectively burying him in your all-too-expansive collection.

Cheesing with pride as you place the last plushie down, leaving him hidden away (save for his face peering out innocently from beneath the fluffy mountain), you admire your work.

While he'd much rather fall asleep with you in his arms, he's glad his newfound predicament keeps you entertained so, and dozes off underneath your lovingly-crafted plushie mountain. It is comfortable, as promised.

[espikola]

[magsmixedup]

Prince Fluff plushie 2.0! He's much smaller than my first attempt, but I think this one turned out better. The size did make cutting out the tiny features for his pupils a bit of a nightmare, but when I make another Fluff I'll try a different method that relies more on fabric paint.

I plan to make a second plush of this new version to create a pattern / tutorial! I have a Bandana Dee plush in the works too which I’d like to do the same for. I'll probably ask you guys in a poll after I finish Bandana Dee which tutorial you'd like to see first. And if you're wondering, those patterns will be free!

Old version is below the cut if you're curious! It was made in 2021.

[pahtoosh]

baba face

[image ID: photos of sebastian stan, chris evans, and various stuffed animals photoshopped onto a yellow background. sebastian stan is holding a round wolf stuffed animal and looking into the distance. chris evans is hiding a smile with a hand over his mouth. the stuffed animals include four frowning stuffed animals and one smiling one. /.end ID]

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18+

wc: ~2400 words

warnings: reader takes a little tumble

a/n: this was inspired by @angelbaby-fics ! Chloe, thank you for showing me your turtle and inspiring this whole piece! (side note: if anyone would like to talk about their stuffies, I would LOVE to hear about them!!

pairing: stucky x gn!little!reader

summary: sam gets a stuffed animal for reader that frowns like bucky! things get out of hand when the other avengers join in and buy reader way too many grumpy stuffies

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It all started when Sam came back from a mission in late June. The Avengers would sometimes bring back presents when they went overseas. They didn’t always have the time to stop by a gift shop but when they did, the gifts were always cherished and held a little closer when the Avenger eventually had to travel again. 

Two weeks before his mission, you had gotten very close with Sam. Your daddies asked him to watch over you one day and he gave you a whole adventure. He took you to a pottery painting studio, then the park, and ended the day with the best ice cream you’ve ever had. From then on, you were inseparable. 

During group meal times, you’d make jokes with him across the table. If you were allowed in the room for a meeting, you’d pass notes back and forth. Sam would also play with you during Tony’s summer parties; he was going to let you fly with redwing before Bucky marched outside and confined you to his hip for the rest of the night. You didn’t mind too much though, the sky probably wasn’t as comfortable as being held by Baba. 

Your attachment to Sam made this mission all the more difficult for everyone involved. You, because you missed your friend. Sam, because he missed your happy giggles and felt bad for leaving you right when he finally gained your trust. And your daddies because they had to witness you get sad every time something reminded you of Sam. 

Fortunately, the mission was going well and he was expected to return right on time. On his last day, Sam was looking both ways to cross the street when a stuffed animal in a display window caught his eye. He looked at his watch to see if he had enough time to make his flight, then quickly entered the store and bought the plushie because he knew you’d love it. 

On the plane, Sam sat with the plushie in his lap to keep it safe. It was still in the bag from the store, looking like an oddly shaped lump in a now wrinkly paper bag. When Sam returned to the tower, Steve was the first to greet him before you nudged your Dada out of the way to give Sam a bone-crushing hug. 

“I missed you, Sammy!”

“I missed you too, peanut.” He kneeled down and handed you the paper bag. “I gotcha something.”

You beamed at him. “Thank you! I love it!”

Sam laughed. “You haven’t even opened it yet!”

“I already know I’m gonna like it because it’s from you,” you said, matter of factly. “But okay.”

You opened the bag and gasped when you saw the plush. 

It was a soft turtle with a slightly slouched posture, but that wasn’t the part you were focused on. Your favorite part was the plushie’s grumpy expression. It looked just like Bucky. 

“HE HAS BABA FACE! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!” You screamed your gratitude while running circles around the trio of Sam and your daddies. Sam and Steve were barely holding in their laughter, meanwhile Bucky stood confused, but happy that you were happy. Despite his super hearing, he wasn’t sure if he heard you correctly. Did you say baba face? Or maybe you said bubble face?  

Bucky figured that this wasn’t something he needed the answers to immediately, so he didn’t ask any questions and resolved to watching you tire yourself out. 

The grumpy turtle became your new shadow. Everywhere you went, so did the plush. You’d have it tucked under your arm while running through the compound. During mealtimes in your home, the turtle would get his own chair and toy food. Outside, you kept your turtle in a drawstring backpack with the head poking out so he could see the world too. When your daddies carried you around, you’d make a silly game out of making the turtle mess up your Dada’s hair or bite your Baba’s ears. 

Even before giving you the turtle, Sam loved to boast about how he was your favorite Avenger(you didn’t have a favorite, but you didn’t have the heart to correct him on that when he kept giving you all of his attention). When you all played hide and seek, he bragged for three days straight about how you chose him to be your partner. Your attachment to the turtle only heightened his pride. 

He always asked you where the turtle was, knowing it couldn’t be more than three feet away from you. Sam made a big fuss about the turtle having his own seat at the dinner table and fell victim to your strength and contagious giggles when you pushed him out of his seat to make room for your turtle. Sam learned his lesson that day and didn’t fight for the turtle to have his own chair in the debriefing room. However, he did bring in an extra stool for the plush. Sam even bought you the very drawstring backpack that allowed you to take your new friend on your outdoor adventures. In private, he’d ask you about how the turtle was settling into his new home and gave him the gentlest kiss when you said the turtle needed more lovin’. 

The others all thought your friendship with Sam was adorable, but there was one person who saw this as an opportunity for some friendly competition. Natasha knew that there was room in your heart for more than one avenger bestie, so she devised a plan to take her spot. She had two missions in August–the first: survey a crime group that’s suspected to have ties with Zemo. The second: give you a gift worthy of four days of bragging. 

After successful recon, Natasha’s plane landed in the Avenger’s HQ. She turned in her paperwork that she completed on the flight home, then went to freshen up so she could give you your gift. Natasha found you cuddled up with Steve in the movie room watching some old cartoon. She knocked on the door.

“Got any room for a couple more friends on that couch?”

“Natty, you’re back!” You untangled yourself from Steve and ran to give her a hug. You looked behind her expecting to see more of the group. “Where’s the other friends?”

She held up a bag with the arm that wasn’t hugging you. “Your new friend traveled a long way to get here.”

You squealed and hugged Natasha again before accepting the bag from her hand and kneeling on the floor to pull out the tissue paper and free your gift. 

“You guys are spoiling them, you know that?” Steve asked, lightheartedly from the couch.

“Oh hush, how many hours of screen time have you given them today?”

Steve opened and closed his mouth a couple times, not expecting the question.

“Doesn’t count if the movies came from your time, right?” 

Any response from Steve was cut off by your cheering. 

“BABA OCTOPUS!! BABATOPUS!!” you held up the plush proudly like it was Simba. “Dada, look!”

“Oh he’s beautiful, baby.” Steve chuckled at the round, bright red octopus plush with a deep frown on its face. “What do you say to Nat?”

“THANK YOU NAAAT!” you yelled. Excitement flickered across your face once more, then you ran out of the movie room with the octopus securely tucked under your arm.

“Where are you going, baby? And no running indoors!” Steve shouted as he chased after you. 

You slowed for a bit, but kept moving at a swift pace. “I hav’ta show Baba my new friend!”

Natasha watched your little race from the movie room with an amused grin on her face. During dinner that night, she enjoyed the shocked look on Sam’s face when you pulled up with two grumpy plushies and pretended to feed the octopus before the turtle.

Sam turned to Natasha. “You have no idea what you’ve just started.”

She smirked. “And you have no idea what you’re getting into.”

Steve leaned over to whisper to Bucky. “We’re gonna need more space in the playroom.”

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The competition expanded beyond Natasha and Sam. All of the Avengers were determined to find the next grumpy plush to win your heart. There was a penguin from Peter, a frog from Thor, a cat from Tony, and a panda from Wanda. Your collection was starting to get out of control. You desperately wanted to carry all of your plushies everywhere with you to keep things fair, but your daddies put an end to that when you tripped on the sidewalk while trying to push a stroller full of scowling stuffed animals. 

Bucky decided to help you create a system so you could fairly pick one plushie from the collection to carry around for the day. He made small slips of paper so you could write down their names and pull one out of a cup each morning. He brought his supplies to you while you were having an afternoon snack at the dining table. His heart broke seeing you with your knees bandaged up and the streaks of dried tears from the fall earlier today still on your face.

“Hi, Baba,” you sniffled.

“Hey, sweetie. What’s going on? You eatin’ your snack?”

“Mhm.”

“Why aren’t you eating at the kitchen island, baby? You always eat your snack there.”

You pouted and gestured to the plushies sitting around you. “I can’t fit all my friends there.”

“Oh I know, bubs. It must be so hard carrying all these guys around, huh?” He mentally scolded himself for leaving you alone during your snack. He should’ve known better than to expect you to stay put when your little friends were trapped inside the stroller. It must’ve taken so long to arrange the plushies around the table with your injury. 

You perked up at his next words. 

“Baba has something for you.” Bucky spread out the slips of paper on the table and placed a cup next to them. “You can write down the names of all your little friends on these papers and pick one name out of the cup to decide which one you’re walking around with for the day. Does that sound fair?”

You shrugged, “I guess I can do that.” You really would’ve liked a solution that allowed you to bring all of the grumpy plushies with you everywhere, but deep down you knew that it just wasn’t practical. You took the pencil that Bucky held out for you and started writing down your plushies’ names.

Your Baba lovingly kissed the top of your head and rubbed your back while you wrote. He loved watching you focus on a task. He almost didn’t notice what you were writing down.

Bucky squinted then blinked a couple of times, not believing what he saw. “Baby, why are you writing ‘Baba’ on everything?”

You paused and tilted your head back to look at him. “That’s their names. Baba Turtle and Baba Cat and Baba Bear and Baba-”

“Why do you call them that?”

“‘Cause look!” You picked up the grumpy frog sitting next to you and held it out for Bucky to see. “They look like Baba!” You hugged the plushie before setting it back down to continue writing. 

Bucky’s heart melted. His sweet, wonderful baby was so attached to these plushies that reminded them of him. His signature scowl that often got him into trouble brought them comfort. His friends even noticed and spoiled his baby rotten with even more of these toys. 

Bucky continued watching you work. He looked at the plushies differently now. 

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Steve and Bucky were cleaning your playroom. Normally this would be your responsibility, but you had gone to bed a little earlier, and they didn’t want you walking too much with your injury. Steve was putting your plushies into their designated bins. He wasn’t harsh with them, but his efficient method of gathering an armful and plopping them down certainly would have raised an eyebrow from you. 

“Hey, go easy with turtle me,” Bucky teased. 

“Turtle you?” Steve asked. 

Bucky nodded proudly, then held the plush up to his face. “Don’t you see the resemblance?” 

“Whatever, punk. At least my face isn’t the reason we have a 50 gallon bin of stuffed animals.” Steve turned around and kept cleaning, completely missing the look of excitement on Bucky’s face. 

The next day, your Baba volunteered to pick up breakfast while Steve helped you get ready. Bucky stopped by a toy store on his way to the bakery. He’d seen this particular plushie before and knew that this was the perfect moment to get it for you. Not too long later, he was entering your home with bagels in one hand and your new friend in the other. 

Bucky hid the plush behind his back when he heard you and Steve walking towards him. 

“Hi, Baba!”

“Good morning, baby.” Bucky leaned down to kiss your forehead, then kissed Steve’s cheek as a thanks when he handed off the box of bagels. 

You hugged Bucky and couldn’t help but notice that one of his hands wasn’t hugging you back. 

“Baba, hug me better,” you whined. 

Bucky laughed. “Hang on, I’ve got somethin’ for ya.”

You gasped in excitement and took a step back so you could see. Bucky revealed the plush with a dramatic flourish, then somewhat nervously waited for your reaction. The stuffed animal had you in shock. It was a stuffed giraffe that stood with the most perfect posture. It had spiky hair, blue eyes, and a charming smile. You knew exactly who it was supposed to resemble. 

“IT'S DADA!” You squealed and graciously took the plush while running to the kitchen where Steve was. He was already making his way to you when he heard your scream. 

“Dada’s right here, bubba. What’s going on?”

You held up the plush while doing a little dance. “Look! It’s a Dada giraffe!”

Steve laughed then ran a hand over his face when he made the connection. You ran off to your playroom, saying something about “finding a Baba for this Dada” while your daddies shared a look. 

Bucky brought in Steve for a hug, patting his dumbfounded lover on the back. He playfully whispered in his ear, “We’re gonna need more space in the playroom.”

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sukuna // choso // mahito

anon request that i smashed with my previous piece

summary: you order them a plushie and don’t think they could be any cuter when opening it

warnings: swearing, so much fkn fluff, some suggestiveness

a/n: on a big fluff kick rn and im not mad at it!!

w/c: 1.4k short and sweet

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sukuna:

w/c: 612 haven’t wrote for him in a min and i missed dude so we’re gonna get some more of him soon

You’re buzzing with excitement because your package is finally out for delivery. You’ve had it custom made just for Sukuna and you’re hoping it gets here before he gets home. You watch tv and play on your phone trying to distract yourself into not thinking about when the delivery will arrive. There’s a ding from your phone and you smile that the package arrived and it’s followed by another ding.

kuna: omw home

You squeal and rush to the front door to retrieve your package. You want to open it so badly but you can wait for a couple more minutes. When you hear his keys in the door you pull it open and jump into his arms. He grabs onto you with a grunt as you start to pepper his face and neck with small kisses. He carries you through the doorway and kicks the door shut.

“Alright, alright,” he pulls you back and sets you on the ground. “Was just gone a couple hours.” you grab his hand and yank him over to the couch.

“Got you a surpriseee.” you coo putting the box in his hand.

“What is it?” he looks up at you.

“Open it and find out.” you nod quickly.

He mumbles under his breath but you wave him off and plop down on the couch next to him. You watch as he tears the tape and begins to open the box. You're scooting closer and nibbling on your lip hoping to get a glance at it. He pulls out a bag and you both groan. He pulls open the bag and you gasp when he pulls it out.

“Oh it’s perfect!!” you look at it as he holds the plush in his hands. “What do you think, Kuna?” he slides his eyes over to you.

“What’s this?” he looks down at his hands and then over to you.

“It’s a plushie,” you lean into his side.

“Yeah but why’s it got all my tattoos and shit?” he flips it over and you bite your lip.

“Cause it’s cute.” you coo grabbing the plushie. “Ohhh look at you both,” you hold it up next to his face.

“ ‘m not cute.” he glares.

“But you areee,” he watches you kneel on the couch before you press your lips against his cheek.

“Alright,” he groans as you bring the plushie to his other cheek and press it against him.

“Mmm kisses for Kuuuna.” you continue to shower him with kisses.

“Come here.” he pulls you into his lap, thankful it gets the plushie off of his face.

“Do you like it?” you softly pout and push the plushie between you both. “They even got your little scowl.” you coo at the plushie and look up to be greeted by said scowl.

“I don’t scowl.” he watches your smile widen.

“No?” you tilt your head. “Then what’s this?” you press your fingers to his snarl and furrowed brow. “Like a pouty baby with his plushieee.”

“You done?” he blinks at you.

You shake your head and start to pepper his face with kisses. He groans and digs his fingers into your sides and you let out a small squeak. You kiss up his forehead and kiss away his scrunched brows. Your fingers tangle in his hair and you hold him closer to you. He chuckles and takes the opportunity to press his face against your covered tits and you gasp.

“Kuna,” your tone scolding. “Not in front of the plushie.” he barks out a laugh.

“Fine.” he grabs the plushie and throws it across the room. “Better?” he grins, lifting your shirt and attaching his face back to your chest.

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choso:

w/c: 426 was genuinely cheesing while writing this 😔

“D’you order something?” Choso walks through the front door with a small box in his hand.

“It’s here!!” you jump off the couch and pull him over to you. “How was hanging with Yuji?” he watches you practically bounce in front of him.

“Was good. I missed you.” he dips down and presses his lips to yours. “What’d you order?”

“It’s for you.” you nod. “Come open it.” you pull him to the couch and watch as he stares at the box.

“Well I didn’t get you anything.” he furrows his brows.

“S’okay.” you nod. “I just really wanted to get this for you.” you offer him a soft smile.

He looks at you with flushed cheeks and then down to the box. He starts to delicately peel back the tape making you bounce your leg in anticipation. He pulls out a bag and opens it with even more care before he pulls out the plushie you ordered. You could melt into the couch when he shows it to you with raised brows.

“Looks just like you.” you coo. “The little buns,” you pinch its ears.

“And my face tattoo.” his finger brushes against it. “You ordered this for me?” he pouts.

“Course I did. Ugh look how cute you both look.” you stand and he looks up at you from the couch with the plush in his hand. “I could die Choso.”

“Don’t do that.” his pout deepens.

“I won’t cause then I won't get to see your blushh.” his cheeks redden even more.

“Stop,” he brings the plushie to cover his face.

“Cho I can’t,” you whine. “You’re so cute.” he peeks at you over the plushie. “You’re killin me,” you fall back onto the couch dramatically.

“Don’t leave us.” you crack an eye open and see him hovering over you with the plushie.

“I could never.” you pull him down to you and press your lips against his softly. “Let’s go find a place to put him.” you hum and lift yourself off the couch.

“In bed with us right?” he tilts his head and keeps the plushie held firmly against him. “He can cuddle with yours?” he grabs your hand and you melt.

“And I’ll cuddle with you.” you nod leading him to the bed. He lays down with his plushie curled against him and holds yours out to you. You lay opposite of him and scoot closer so both of your plushies are touching. You lean across and place a kiss on the tip of his nose. “You’re so cute.”

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mahito:

w/c: 428 AHHHHH n e ways dropping some super soft mahito in a lil bit 🫶🏻

“I didn’t order this.” you hear Mahito mumble in the kitchen. You walk into the kitchen and see a box open and him looking inside. “Did you?” he raises his brow and pulls the plushie out of the box.

“I did.” you walk closer. “Ohhh look how perfect.” you preen. “They even got your eyes right.” you look up at him with a smile. “And all your little stitches.” you brush your hand across its face.

“This is supposed to be me?” he tilts his head and looks down at the plushie once more.

“Yeah, ‘s just as cute as you.” you wrap your arms around him and he shakes his head.

“Cute as me.” he scoffs. “Why’d you buy this? What d’you want? Hm?” he pulls back and squeezes your cheeks.

“Can’t I just give you cute gifts, Hito?” you pout. “Come down here I wanna kiss your face.” you grab onto his arms and his grin widens. “Please.” you push your bottom lip out.

You go to push him back and he looks down at you amused. He wants to see what you’ll do so he allows your hands to back him up against the counter. His eyes widen when you box him in and reach up to kiss him. You groan when he tilts his head up and resort to pressing soft kisses against his neck. He shutters when you follow the line of stitches across his throat with soft touches from your lips.

“Wanna kiss your face.” you mumble against his skin.

He backs you up to the other counter once more and lifts you up so you’re sitting on the edge. You hum and pull him back against you and cup his cheeks. You press small kisses to the stitches on his face and continue up to his forehead. You pull back and look at him and smile when you see his flush.

“Look at your blush.” you whine, rubbing your thumbs across his cheeks.

“ ‘m not blushing.” he flares his nostrils.

“You areee.” you kiss each of his cheeks. “I might have to order another with pink cheeks.” you chew your lip as his eyes darken.

“ ‘m about to make your other cheeks pink.” he scoops you off the counter and starts down the hall to your room.

“Wait, don't forget the plushie.” you reach out for it. “He’s gotta come to our room.” Mahito sighs but turns around nonetheless. “My baby Hito.” you grab onto the plushie before a gasp falls from your lips at the loud smack against your ass.

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thx for always indulging me in making these men soft ugh ily

[meowjasi]

♡ kori

! all images are from pinterest ୨୧

[tj-crochets]

The fox is complete! He’s extremely soft and cuddly, made with Makeshiftwing’s werewolf pattern and berkshire blankets as fabric, and I am so happy to have finally sewn him!

I got all three of these colors of fabric specifically so I could make a fox. I mean, I’ll make plenty of other things with them too, but I’ve been wanting to make a fox out of this style of fabric since the very first thing I sewed from this kind of fabric, and I finally have!

[melle-otterwise]

Cuddling 💕

[h3arteyes4mingi]

[spongynova]

Spock needed comfort, not that he said it. Bones isn't easy to fool, though. SO it a blanket, plushy and hot beverage situation!

For @starrycrowz