#typical that I'll go to bed and take ages falling asleep

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Still feeling full from lunch 8 hours ago. I am never full this long.

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Consanguineous🍾

Eminem X Reader

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Content: Fluff, Sexual undertones, Alcohol use, cursing (2K Words)

A/N: As a reminder, the Marshall in these stories is fictional. In this world, I image he and Y/N have had previous conversations about his sobriety and his boundaries with alcohol in the home. Out of respect, Y/N typically does not keep much around, however as a slight party animal she knows her way around a liquor store.

When you weren't able to travel with Marshall, you made sure to make a big but inanimate celebration out of his homecoming. He turly was a homebody, but he couldn't resist the temptations of being one of the top selling artist of all time. His ego certainly did not mind the attention too. You found it adorable how he would crash, practically laying on top of you, after a show. You'd watch his goofy ass snore, mouth wide open, and cheek pressed against your chest. Even the big bad rapper needed held time from time. Without your presence, back massages, (and other massages) he struggled to regulate himself after a long day. No secret Marshall is an introvert with the social battery of a first generation iPod, so when you two reunited it was always a big relief.

A last minute trip sending Marshall to LA posed a threat to your tradition. He would return the same night as your best friend, Ashley's, bachelorette party. You and Ashley had known each other for ages. Her party would be the child of half a decade's dreams and delusions.

Two nights before her party, Marshall got a call from Paul. In the kitchen, you were whipping up enough jello shots to put a few elephants to sleep. Carrying a can of coke, he entered the room, flip phone pressed between his shoulder and ear. His expression was rather blank until a whiff of the concoction you made hit his nose. An overly dramatic gag escaped him and he rushed out of the room. "Sorry Paul. My house smells like fucking cherries and rubbing alchool." He peaked his head back around the doorframe "What cheap ass vodka did you buy?"

You shrugged. "It was on sale and it's in a plastic bottle!" Not breaking eye contact, you poured the rest of the bottle in the pot. Marshall shook his head chuckling and returned to his phone call.

After placing the last tray of shots in the fridge, you wander to the bedroom. Marshall was huddled over his notebook scribbling madly with intention. You knew better than to disturb him when inspiration struck. As you laid down on the bed, your back to Marshall, you heard a soft "Babe?"

"Mm-Hm" you turned to look at him.

He scratched another word down then rolled close to you, holding his notebook out for you to read, "What do you think?"

You took your time analyzing his work, eyes hovering over a long word. "Marshall, is Consanguineous a real word?"

He smirked, "yeah, read it again, 'I'm consanguineous to my fallen father, the prince of darkness'"

You blinked at him. The context clues flew over your head.

His mouth hung open in anticipation, "It means I'm the descendant of the devil... you know the red fucker with horns."

You flipped him off while softly laughing at his sarcasm. He returned the gesture then sat his pencil and notebook to the side. You curled up to, him happy to spend the evening together. He traced shapes or maybe words on your back.

"Y/N?" He softly said. You looked up at him. "Paul needs me to go to a meeting in LA. I'll have to fly out tomorrow afternoon, then back Friday night." He studied your face for a reaction. "Please don't worry about me, Y/N. Go to Ashley's and enjoy her party. I'll see you when you get home."

"That’s if the jello shots don't take me out." You joked. Marshall didn't laugh.

“If you can’t manage to get home from fucking three houses down the block, we will be having a conversation.” Jesus christ, this man was such a dad even when he didn’t mean to be. You gave him a little salut and said, “yes sir.” 

The rest of the night, you and Marshall settled down, falling asleep to Family Guy. Selfishly, you were thankful his trip would only take him away for a day and a half. Sure, he hated flying, and hated LA more, but at least he wasn’t overexerting himself with a big event. Secretly, you made a small list of his favorite baked goods to prepare once he left. Even though you wouldn’t physically be home to greet him, you could at least leave little surprises around the house. 

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Friday evening, you finished packing the jello shots in a huge gift box. While your walk to the party was brief, it was peaceful. Internally, the excitement of the evening radiated through your body. Externally, the bite of the Detroit winter sent shivers down your spine. 

Wearing homemade matching t-shirts, the girls and you instantly got to business. Silly little games, mixed with catching up, and telling stories Ashley might have preferred to forget, filled your night. Between it all the jello shots seemed to disappear rather quickly. 

Around eleven o’clock, you found yourself with a wine glass in one hand and some whiskey in the other. Honestly, that was a wild choice, even for you. Politely, you excused yourself to the restroom. Upon closing the door and looking in the mirror, the lack of sobriety in your system hit. It hit hard. Eyes wide, the altered reality around you seemed slightly foreign. Thinking of Marshall’s words from the other night, you decide it was time to go home. You also missed him. In this state, if you thought too much about how you missed him you would start crying.

You gracefully excused yourself, taking time to say goodbye and (allegedly) take one more shot with Ashley. You called Marshall to let him know you were on your way home. The call bounced to voicemail. You shrugged it off, he probably left his phone on airplane mode.

After concentrating on acting sober a bit too much, you finally made it through your front door. Your face lit up as you saw the plate of goodies you left for Marshall displaced. Dropping your shoes next to his in the foyer, you didn’t even mind the snow gunk he managed to track inside. Quietly making your way to the bedroom, you found Marshall in bed. Directly in the middle of the mattress, he was sprawled out, face squished against a pillow, and still wearing his clothes from the day. Gently you tried to find a way to join him without hanging halfway off the bed. He resembled a starfish, limbs reaching out in all directions. Perhaps he literally belly flopped into bed. Trying your best to gently roll him over, you lost your balance and face-planted onto his back. 

You froze, wondering if you woke him. 

“hmm?” he grunted. Turning his face towards you a smile escaped. Marshall's sleepy eyes blinked open, focusing on you in the dim light. "Hey baby," he mumbled, voice gravelly from sleep. "You're home early."

You giggled, still draped across his back. "Nope, you're just passed out early, old man."

He chuckled and shifted, rolling onto his side and guiding you onto the mattress next to him. His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you close. "Missed you," he murmured, nuzzling into your neck.

The scent of his cologne mixed with the faint trace of airplane air filled your senses. Alchool still buzzing through your system, you breathed him in deeply. "Missed you too. How was LA?"

Marshall groaned dramatically. "Fucking awful. Too hot, too crowded, too... fuckin' everything. You know what I’m saying." He paused, lifting his head to look at you. “You good?”

You blushed, a little embarrassed and unsure how you looked. “How drunk do I…” accidentally trailing off the familiar warmth of his presence stole your attention.

He laughed, waking up a bit more and assessing the situation, “Yes, Y/N. You are shitfaced.” Brushing your hair with his fingers. “Let’s get you ready for bed.”

Suddenly distracted by the man in front of you, your hand wandered down to the hem of his pants. Pulling on his belt, “Since when do you sleep in jeans?”

“Oh shit. Guess I need to get ready too.”

A grin crossing your face, “I can help with that.”

He took a hold of your hand and placed a soft kiss on it. “Sweetheart, it’s time for me to take care of your messy ass.” Getting up, he crossed to his side of the closet and pulled a t-shirt for you. He grabbed one of your pj shorts and neatly placed the clothes down. “Do you think you can dress yourself?” Smiling you gave him two thumbs up. “Alright, I am going to grab a few things. Be right back.” He placed a kiss on your forehead and stepped out. 

Undressing was surprisingly easier than you thought it would be. Getting a little lost in Marshall’s t-shirt, dressing yourself posed a challenge. Marshall came back to you wrestling the pair of shorts onto yourself. Looking up at him a little “Help.” broke the comedic silence.

Next to your side of the bed, he sat down a glass of water, granola bar, your makeup cleanser, a hand towel, and folded up trash bag. “It might help if you only put one leg in each hole Darling.” 

“You only put one leg in a hole.” Slowly you realized the nonsense you just said, “the fuck?” 

Pulling you towards him, between chuckles he said, “Come here, Y/N.��� Marshall gently helped you into your shorts, his hands warm against your skin. "There we go," he said softly, pulling the waistband into place. "Can you sit up for me?."

You sat up a little too far, falling forward you caught yourself. He slid into bed behind you and wrapped his arm around you for support. With his other arm he reached for the makeup cleanser and towel. tenderly he wiped your face. His touch was so gentle, you found yourself leaning into him. "Close your eyes," he murmured, carefully removing your eye makeup.

When he finished, you blinked up at him, feeling more clear-headed. "Thanks," you whispered.

"Drink some water for me," Marshall instructed, handing you the glass. You took a few sips as he watched, making sure you didn't spill. As you began to set the glass down, you heard, “Nah, drink all of it.”

Rolling your eyes, you continued drinking. “Marshall, are you trying to sober me up?”

Placing a kiss on you cheek he smirked. “Don’t want you feeling like complete shit tomorrow.”

You finished the glass, showing him by dumping it upside down. A few cold drops hit his arm. "Motherfucker.” Helping you set the glass back onto the table, he asked, “How was Ashley's party?"

You smiled, memories flooding back. "It was fun.” Pausing you formulated your next sentence. “I am a consanguineous to the vodka.”

You loved hearing his laugh. “Is that so.” he raised an eyebrow and laid back pulling you on top of him. “You are so fucking cute.”

Wiggling onto your stomach you met his lips with a tender kiss. Eyes widening you suddenly sat up. “Marshall you’re wearing jeans.”

“Well fuck me.” he said rather sarcastically. Sitting up, he allowed you to pull his shirt off. Uh Oh, he allowed you to pull his shirt off. Exposed to his tattoos and rather athletic build, your mind flew in all directions. I mean, he was right in front of you with his-

“Y/N”, He raised an eyebrow at you. 

“Sorry.” you giggled, hands on his chest.

“Man you just can’t keep it in your pants can you?” He smirked and rolled you to your back. Excited you were prepared for anything. Expect Marshall simply slide his jeans off and returned to bed. He noticed your pouting face. “nah we aren’t doing shit with your drunk ass tonight.” Groaning in annoyance you cuddled up to him. 

“I’m glad you're home” you whispered. 

“You too.” He kissed the top of your head and wrapped a blanket around you both.

A few moments of peaceful silence passed by. Without thinking, your thoughts seemed to speak themselves out loud. “Con swen ginny us… ConSin gwinny oh us… Wisconsin so gin ee us.”

Marshall opened one eye and peered at you. “Consanguineous, babe.”

A/N: If you looked up the definition of "consanguineous" shout out to you. Extra bonus shout out if you already knew what it meant!

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Carpe Noctem 13

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, gaslighting, manipulation, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)

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Part of The Club AU

You finally manage to get yourself across the room. You're not going to make it to work. You know that. You know your body can't handle it. But you're getting to the bottom of this.

You lean heavy on the wall and angle open the door. You nearly stumble through and nearly take down the console table against the wall. Holy fuck, it can't actually be possible that he did this to you. Just with sex?

You steady your legs and sigh. You don't even know which way to go. This oversized house is a maze to you.

You are not okay. You need to sit down. You slide onto your ass and collapse against the edge of the door. Well, this is how far you got and you're not getting any further.

"Miss?" A voice frightens you as a door clicks. Oh fuck, does he have a wife? WTF?! "Are you alright?"

"Um, hi," you turn to her, "I um, I'm…" you introduce yourself, "um, Lloyd…"

"He's asleep, I believe. He mentioned he had company," she smiles, "can I help you up?"

"Uh, yeah, thanks," you reach up and she grabs your hand, "I pulled a muscle, I think."

"Of course, miss," she takes you back to your room and helps you sit on the side of the bed, "can I get you coffee? Or something to eat?"

"No, I'm okay," you avoid her gaze as you search the wall instead, guilt gnawing at your insides.

"I'm Chrissy, the maid, I come twice a week for Mr. Hansen," she supplies, "and you're his guests so if you need anything, I'm here till noon."

"Wonderful, thanks," you shrink out of embarrassment, "that's great. Um, I don't need anything," you shimmy across the bed and groan, "think I just need to lay down."

"Of course, miss," she backs out and gently closes the door. You appreciate her discretion even if it reminds you of your shame.

You fall back and sigh. You can't just lay here and do nothing but you physically can't do much else. You wriggle and drag yourself up the mattress and reach for your phone again. You have to get to the bottom of this.

You hit the last call and let it dial. Sandy answers the phone with her typical flat answer. You hesitate and she says hello again, huffing into the speaker. You clear your throat and tell her who it is. She cuts you off.

"Johnny left a message. Part-timer's already coming in to cover," she chirps, "see ya tomorrow."

"Oh, okay--"

She hangs up. You drop your phone. She can be a bit curt, she mostly does the check-ins, she doesn't really cover lunch or play time.

Johnny? You know that's not possible. Lloyd. He must've called. You have all the evidence you need. But why? He's not really the courteous type.

You don't have the energy to wonder. You just want to sleep. Maybe when you wake up, this will all just turn out to be a weird, freaky dream.

👄

You wake up to a thunk. You roll over and rub your eyes as you stare at the silhouette by the door. You take in your surroundings slowly; this isn't your apartment. It's all just the same as it was.

Lloyd keeps a hand on the handle of the basket as he stands proudly in the doorway. He has a hand on his hip, shameless in nothing more than a pair of briefs.

"Huh?" Is all you can muster.

"Special delivery, you forgot your funzies," he winks, "pity we didn't get to test em out last night."

He slips his hand off the handle and grabs a large jelly dildo in a particularly bright shade of pink, "but I think..." he lows it in front of his crotch, "I did the job just fine."

He thrusts his hips as he compares himself to the toy. You grumble and sit up, arms shaky and body stiff and tangled. You grip one side of your head and grimace.

"What... what time is it?"

"I'd say it's time for round two," he chortles, "but you look in rough shape... so I'll give you ten minutes to get your shit together. Go rinse your face, splash some water on the cooch-"

"Please, just... give me a minute to think."

"Babe, I said ten."

Your lips part. Babe. The word reminds you of Johnny, for just an instant. You traded a solid relationship for this. To be just as good as a piece of silicon in that basket.

No. There wasn't a relationship. He hit you. You couldn't go back. The tenderness in your cheek confirms that.

"You called my work?"

"Someone had to be responsible. Fuck you for making me be the one," he scoffs as he tosses the toy back in the basket.

"I'm sorry..." your voice trails off. You don't know why you're apologising.

You shove yourself to the edge of the bed and brace yourself. You can't let yourself stumble in front of him. You take a breath and swing yourself up. For a second, you stand up steady and straight, but your first steps sees you tumbling to your knees.

He snickers and comes close as you hold yourself up on trembling arms. You refuse to look up at him, embarrassed. You try to stand but can barely make your legs move.

"Still got it," he taunts as he looms over, "you know what, better idea, we'll take a nice hot bath to soothe your achy muscles, sweet cheeks," he bends and pushes you onto your ass before scooping you up, "let daddy do all the work… you'll get your turn."

You don't fight him. You couldn't couldn't if you tried. You're too drained; mentally, emotionally, physically. Besides, the hot water sounds like a fair trade as your flesh screams for it.

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Love in a hopeless Place 13

Synopsis: She was barely grown up, when she stepped into the bar that was the center of Zaun's resistance. The people she met there would forever change her life, and one of them especially. Silco x reader/OC; first-person POV; overall rating: E for Explicit; canon-compliant (though I might make a stretch on the timeline here and there to make things fit my symbolism); age gap! (younger female, older male); 9 chapters; 45k; cis female reader/POV; no beta-reader; completed Chapter ratings/warnings: G for General, canon typical representation of smoking Wordcount: <1k Author's note: No make-up sex, Kid is really mad at Silco, okay?! And she should be. Instead, we try for some fluff again... Comments would be appreciated!

Today's music recommendation: Coldplay - The Scientist

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Act II

Chapter II

Part 3/3

As I knocked on Silco's door that night, my heart was pounding in my chest. I had been looking at "The Last Drop", but he really seemed to take my advice and rest. I had put Vander into the picture of what had happened, and he wasn't happy about Silco and Janke's solo run. As the door wasn't opened, I started to wonder if I even had seen light from Silco's room. Was he asleep or not home at all?

Then I heard my name from behind me, pronounced as a question, and I twirled to face the trusted voice. Silco stood there, bare feet, hair wet, a towel over his shoulders, and naked from the waist. His hair touched his collarbones; he hadn't cut it since we were together. 

I loved every inch of it.

"I didn't think I'd see you so again so quickly."

I scoffed. "Now that you've outed us in front of my father, I can't just break up with you, can I?"

Silco shrugged. "Wouldn't be that healthy for me, I guess."

"He does effortlessly carry around 50 kilograms of potatoes."

"I know," Silco smirked. "Why didn't you just go in, I gave you a key?"

"I left it under the pillow this morning," I admitted, not daring to look at Silco's reaction.

But he opened the door for both of us and walked in after me.

I let my backpack fall to the floor and twirled to face him. "I'm still mad at you!" I made clear, pointing a finger at him. "But it seems I'm stupid enough to run back to you, no matter what you do."

He softly took my extended hand before folding his arms around me and placing his head on mine. "I was a huge jerk. And I wish I could make it undone. But I can just show you that I'll be a better man in the future."

I slowly wrapped my arms around his waist too. Breathing his clean scent, I was willing to accept his apology.

Later that night, we lay together in bed. Silco was having his last smoke before sleep. "Your father is really a funny man," he abruptly laughed.

I looked at him questioningly.

"You know, as he "escorted" me outside, he gave me a speech about how I should be treating you." He looked at me with a hint of melancholy in his eyes. "He told me, should I ever hurt you, one of the "eggs" he sells me might be rotten."

I placed my face in my hands and chuckled. "He's impossible, sometimes."

"He's trying to keep you safe. A true family man." After two attentive drags of his cigarette, he remarked: "Maybe what happened this morning, was already my punishment for what I did to you later. Something about cosmic justice. Your father believes in Gods, doesn't he? Maybe he's right about it."

"I don't think he really believes it. It just gives him a way to cope with some of the shit around him. But I don't believe in any of this, and neither should you."

"What do you believe in, then?" He asked, while exhaling the rest of his smoke.

"In change. In people." I paused. "In you."

He looked at me through the corner of his eyes. "Is that so?" He stubbed out his cigarette, placed his head on my stomach, and pulled me in a fierce embrace. "You know, seeing you and your father interact actually made so much more sense to you, kid. He really made you who you are."

I contemplated this for a moment. "Isn't that what parents are there for?"

Silco shrugged. "I don't know. Don't remember much of mine."

"But there must have been someone who raised you?"

He was quiet for a moment. "We raised ourselves, Vander, Felicia and me. There were miners that helped us when things got desperate, but I never had anybody that guided me through my upbringing."

"I'm sorry," I hummed and gently brushed the lush raven hair out of his face.

"You don't have to; you can't miss, what you never had."

I felt a tear tickle the corner of my eye, and I quickly squeezed it away.

"You know kid, the way to patched me up this morning, your gentle way you treat others and with such a great role-model... I'm sure you'll be a damn good mother one day."

I laughed sarcastically. "No. I've helped raise four boys. I'm clearly done with this shit. You know, one of them was always hurt. Or sick. Or both. It was crazy. That is the only reason I'm so good at this. Besides, what could I give a child to make them a decent person?"

Silco kissed the back of my hand. "More than you realize now."

[future-dregs]

happy wincest wednesday! this wednesday I'm taking us back to the classic questions. who of them do you think is the big spoon and who is the little spoon? if you have any, share your headcanons re: wincest bed-sharing and sleeping habits <3 ( @burial-at--sea )

ooh okay. Like most things, I think they switch. I think it varies day by day depending on how they're feeling, if one needs a little more emotional comfort, if somebody's feeling extra bossy, ect.

However. I think Dean is mostly the big spoon, this is leftover from when they were kids and also most of the dates and hookups he's had. He likes being the little, especially with Sam, but he's "the guy" when he's with women and big brother when he's with Sam so he just sees being the bigger as his natural position.

When Sam started dating Jess he was the big spoon for the first time. I think it would be kind of funny if he put of habit was going to tuck up under her, and then had to play it off as him just being nervous or bashful. This would of course be adorable and endear him to her even more.

As we see, Sam loves making himself smaller, still being the "little" brother when he goes in for Dean hugs, so I think while he'd get a kick out of "hulking" over Dean, scooping him up and squash cuddling him, and he likes being able to "protect" Dean like that, he also, and I think more and more as he ages, loves it when Dean lays up agaisnt his back, wraps him up, and makes him feel small again.

So yeah, basically I think Dean is usually the big spoon, but it's not definite, and they both get a lot out of swapping it up and taking turns depending on what's going in their life and if they're feeling especially delicate or needy.

Now! On to the bedsharing, one of my favorite tropes of all time so I'll try to be concise and not ramble.

They started sharing a bed when they were children. John's journal says that Dean started crawling into Sam's crib after the fire, but even if we didnt have that I'd still have this option simply because of how they grew up. Way too expensive to rent three beds.

So it started when they were little and and continued until Sam left for collage though sometimes when they were left alone they'd sleep apart, but not if John had already claimed a bed. (I don't think John told them "don't sleep in my bed" I think he'd be fine with them using it when he's not, but it's not something they themselves were comfortable with)

It was very difficult for them to sleep once Sam left. Dean didnt actually sleep well again until Sam came back, and Sam didnt until he started sleeping with Jessica, only being able to stop being fitful when he was sharing with someone again.

HOWEVER, even though in my personal timeline they confessed and started having sex and being physically affectionate with each other after (what they thought would be) Dean's last Christmas, and would sometimes end up falling asleep in the same bed, they didn't start bedsharing properly again until after they moved into the bunker.

They wouldn't be able to be as close as they had been all those years in motel rooms, just an arms length away, hearing each other move and shift and breathe. And... its difficult.

For Sam especially.

So a few nights after they get all settled in Sam comes back into Dean's room and he doesn't say anything he just crawls into bed and tucks himself against Dean's chest, pulls Dean's arm over his ribs, and is able to sleep.

I don't think I have an ideas about sleeping habits, at least not at the moment, we pretty much see in show what they wear to bed, and idk about any others routines they might have, though I do think (when things are normal) they typically go to bed at around the same time and get ready, brushing their teeth ect, at the same time.

[camillealarie]

Reaping

Camille woke up that morning with both of her siblings on either side of her body. Typically the two slept in the bed and she made herself comfy on the floor but Mary had refused to let her sleep alone and insisted that it would be bad luck for her to do so. So, she didn't protest and just laid down with them, holding them close and only falling asleep when she knew for sure the two children were in deep sleep.

Her rest had been well... restless. She didn't have any dreams. She just saw black in her sleep, nothing, it didn't even really feel like sleep. Just a void of nothing, her chest felt tight the entire night and she just had a gut feeling that something was going to happen. It seemed like something always happened to her.

"Cami!" Mary said happily as the eldest sibling opened her eyes slowly. Mary had her usual wide smile on her face as she leaned over top of her older sister, hugging her tightly and giving her a quick kiss to her cheek before hopping off the bed, "I picked out your dress for you!" She said excited, as if it was a nice dinner that she was about to walk into.

Camille looked over at the dress that hung on the door. It was a light purple and definitely not the most extravagant but, it would do. She didn't have much to choose from so this was going to have to work. She forced a small smile at Mary as she leaned forward and ruffled the young girls hair, "Thank you-" she hummed before turning her head to face her sleeping brother whose small head was resting on her chest.

Camille shifted slightly as she stood up, laying her brother down on the bed without waking him up before walking over to the door and grabbing the dress, "I'm going to go get ready okay? You head back to sleep and I'll wake you once breakfast is ready." She offered Mary a small smile before making her way into the bathroom.

She got herself a bucket of water, filling up her tub and then getting in as she washed herself in complete silence, she felt as though she was going to be sick. Her face was paling by the second as her heart rate sped up. This was not going to be a good day. It was going to be her. She could feel it.

Once she finished bathing herself she walked over to the mirror, brushing her hair out and taking a deep breath as she let the wet hair pour over her shoulders, not bothering to put it up, it wasn't like that was going to help her case in any ways. Her fate was in no way up to her, she just had to take whatever happened today and do what she could.

Camille made her way into her shared-bedroom once again, smiling a tiny bit at the sight of her two siblings cuddled up on the bed. She walked over slowly, grabbing the edge of the thin blanket that could hardly be considered cover and tucked the two in. She leaned down and kissed each of their foreheads as she slowly brushed Mary's hair out of her face.

The rest of the morning went as usual, Camille gave the two breakfast, skipping the meal herself as it was one of her skip days. Every other day she didn't eat. It was more important for her siblings to be fed than hers anyways and of course The Reaping had to fall of one of those day.

Everything else went by in a blur and before she knew it she was standing in a group of children her age, separated by gender with her siblings in the back near all the other families. Only difference was they had no adult with them. Mary was standing near the front of the crowd that was safe from their names being drawn, a large smile on her face as she stared at her older sister, Angus in her arms, the boy was sleeping. Mary had forced Camille to do her hair into two space buns and she was wearing a pink dress that went to her ankles. Camille had made it for her out of the fabric of their mothers old blouse.

Then the escorts walked into the stage, their clothes making Camille want to roll her eyes just by the sight, but she didn't. She turned her head away from her sibling and faced forward, crossing her arms over her chest void of emotion as she bit the inside of her cheek, whatever words falling from the woman's mouth completely ignored by Camille until she heard something that was unavoidable.

"Camille Alarie."

No. No. This can't be.

Camille's eyes shot wide, everyone looked at her. The looks in their faces anything but sad. Not a single person looking at her with remorse only relief. Families in the back hugged one another, happy their daughters were safe. The escort spoke, the Peacekeepers walked towards her and she just shook her head, immediately turning to face Mary and Angus.

Mary's never fading smile finally gone as her eyes just shot open. The small girl was crying, silent tears falling down her face as her frail frame shook violently. Camille pursed her lips and swallowed hard as she mouthed 'It'll be okay.' To her over and over again, the Peacekeepers dragging her to the front. What was she going to do? Who was going to help them? They had no one.

She stood on the stage in her terrible bland dress, her eyes fixated on her two siblings. The way her little sister cried and her baby brother was completely clueless in his slumber. The male tribute was called but she didn't even notice who it was, she opened her mouth, trying to speak to the Peacekeepers but they ignored her.

"Please, my sister, my brother-- they don't have anyone. I need you to find them someone."

"The ones in the front- please! The little girl, she looks just like me! And the boy, the small boy with the blonde hair in her arms!"

"She's the one crying- she's crying, please--"

Nothing.

The escort placed her hand on Camille's back she said something but as Camille turned to face her all she knew was her ears were foggy and whatever that fake smile had to say she didn't care. Then her hand was being lifted into the air and people in the crowd all looked so relieved.

Everyone was dismissed, they began walking away while Mary just stood there staring at the only person she had left, Camille, all she had being taken away. Camille. stared right back, "It'll be okay!" She said loudly with a sad smile as she was taken away.

[megan-loves-surveys]

#27.

　Layer 1: The Basics Name: Megan. Age: 36. Birthday: July 13. Gender: Female. Zodiac sign: Cancer.

　Layer 2: Your Family Do you have any brothers or sisters? I'm an only child, but I do have stepsiblings. Do you have any pets? No. Do you still live with your parents? I live with my Mum. Do you have any stepparents? Yes, a stepmum. How many cousins do you have? 6.

　Layer 3: Your Friends Who is your best friend? Ngawari. Who have you been friends with the longest? Laura, since 1996. Damn 28 years! What do you like to do with your friends? Depends which friend - some friends I go to wrestling shows with, some I just hang out with and Ngawari and I go to the gym together. Do you have more friends online or in real life? It's about equal with people online I actually consider friends.

　Layer 4: Your Home Do you live in a home, apartment, duplex, trailer, etc? House, it has two stories. How many rooms are there in your house? Our entire bottom floor is one big room that has the kitchen and living room in it, and upstairs we have two bedrooms and the bathroom plus a small hallway. Is your home large or small? In between. What is your favorite room in your house, and why? My room. Do you prefer having people over to your house, or would you rather go to theirs? Either is fine.

　Layer 5: Can you… Can you fold your tongue into the taco shape? I dunno xD Can you touch your toes without bending your knees? No. Can you tie a cherry stem in a knot with your tongue? Never tried, but probably not lol. Can you hold up your end of a physical fight? Definitely not, I have a dodgy shoulder. Can you do any yo-yo tricks? No.

　Layer 6: Who Who inspires you the most, and why? Jon Moxley. He was an alcoholic who admitted he had a problem and asked for help. He went to rehab, got better and came back kicking so much ass. It's so inspirational, I love him so much <3 Who do you go to most often for advice? Depends on the problem. Who knows you better than you know yourself? My boyfriend, Who is someone that you would die or put your life on the line for, no questions asked? They know who they are.

　Layer 7: Do you… Do you still eat sandwiches without the crusts? Yes, but I always eat the crust first lol. Do you typically finish your meal at a restaurant, or need to take a container home? I'll always finish it. Do you pull an Oreo apart in order to eat it? Yes. Do you read a lot of gossip magazines? Sometimes. Do you make friends easily? Depends.

　Layer 8: How Many? How many people live in your house with you? 1. How many pets have you had in your lifetime? Literally 1 lol. How many meals do you eat a day? Depends, usually 2 cos I don't eat breakfast much.

　Layer 9: How How do you typically get to school or work? Most of the time I get the bus, but sometimes my boyfriend drops me off. How do you deal with a breakup? I do loads of fun stuff and hang out with my friends and distract myself. How do you like to help others? Depends. How do you sleep in bed? I sleep on my back cos of my bad shoulder, it means I can't sleep on my side.

　Layer 10: What What do you think happens when we die? Nothing. What toys did you enjoy most as a child? Barbies, Lego, a doll that was as big as me etc. What do you do if you witness someone being awful to someone else? It really depends on what is happening.

　Layer 11: Where Where is your favorite place to eat out? If I want fast food, then KFC. A restaurant, either Denny's or Porterhouse Grill. Where is the place that has the best ice cream in your area? Not sure. Where did you meet your current or last significant other? We met outside his house while I was jogging lol. Where can you be found at 7 PM., typically? That's when I eat dinner usually! Where can you find the best French fries? KFC, that salt they use is soooo good.

　Layer 12: When When did you find out the truth about Santa, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy? I have no clue actually. When do you typically fall asleep? I go to bed around 12:30 - 1am usually. When was the last time that someone paid you a compliment? My boyfriend is always complimenting me haha. When do you feel most comfortable? Depends.

　Layer 13: Why Why do you enjoy taking surveys so much? I like answering questions lol. Why aren’t you doing something else right now? Cos it's Saturday night and I'm bored. My boyfriend isn't around tonight, he's gone to see his son so I have nothing to do xD

　Layer 14: If… If you had a million dollars, what would you spend it on? I'd travel. A lot. And pay off my student loan xD If you found out someone was cheating on you, would you ever take them back? Probably not, but it depends. If you found a wallet with cash in the street, including identification, would you turn it in? Why or why not? Yes. Cos I think if they can't track the person down, you get the money, no? If you could have any food right now, what would you like? I don't want anything atm cos I just ate some Cheetos haha. If you found out that the world was going to end tomorrow, how would you spend your last day? I hate this question.

　Layer 15: Firsts When did you lose your first tooth? No idea. Who was your first teacher that you ever had? I don't remember her name. When did you first learn how to ride a bike? I never got off training wheels. FAIL lol. When was the first time you had sex? I was 14. Did your first birthday have a theme to it? No idea, the first birthday I remember was my 5th, I had a clown at it xD

　Layer 16: Lasts Last person you texted: My boyfriend, I was asking him what he had for dinner with his son. Last drink you sipped: Water. Last time you rode a bike: A proper bike, when I was a kid. But I rode an exercise bike at the gym today xD Last time you swam in a pool: Ages ago. Last person you hugged: My Dad.

　Layer 17: Favorites Favorite color: Purple. Favorite season: Summer. Favorite shape: Heart. Favorite letter: M. Favorite number: 13.

　Layer 18: This or That Pepsi or Coke? Coke. Movies or television? TV. Phone or tablet? Phone, cos I don't use my iPad anymore. Fruits or vegetables? Both. Animals or humans? Both.

　Layer 19: Which Which Pokemon is your favorite? LUXRAY. He is my bae <3 Which day of the week is your favorite? Friday. Which birthday celebration was the most memorable for you? My 21st for a good one, and my 30th for a bad one. Which holiday is your favorite? Christmas. Which shoe do you put on first? Left.

　Layer 20: Love Life/Relationships1 What is the name of your first love? Will. How many times can you honestly say you’ve been in love? 1. Have you ever been in a relationship before that was abusive in any way? No. Have you ever been engaged or married before? No. Do you have any children? No.

　Layer 21: Jobs, Dreams, & Goals What did you want to be when you grew up (as a little kid)? Flight attendant or popstar xD What do you aspire to be now? What interests you? I always wished I went into law. What is the most recent goal you’ve achieved? Losing weight. What is a goal you are still striving to reach? Publish a book. Have you ever won any sort of awards before? If so, for what? I participated in a English competition as a kid and I scored in the top 1% of every student in NZ and Australia.

　Layer 22: Opinions & Beliefs Pro-life or pro-choice? Pro-choice. Were you raised with any sort of religious background? If so, then what? No. Democrat, Republican, or Independent? No idea, I'm not American. For or against the death penalty? I really don't know. Thoughts on assisted suicide? I voted for it to become legal when they did the referendum.

　Layer 23: Currently/Today/Present What day is it? April 13, it's Saturday. What’s the weather like outside? Today it was very changeable - it was sunny, it was windy, it was rainy, it was cool, it was warm. Right now it seems like the wind has died down a bit. What have you eaten? I had a Starbucks frappe, a banana and then dinner which was potato salad, ham, bread, boiled eggs, pineapple and cheese. Then later on I had some Cheetos and some Maltesers. Did you run any errands? No. What time is it? 10:53pm.

　Layer 24: Yesterday Did you have a work shift? Yes, I worked from 9am to 3pm. Did you eat out anywhere? Yes, I met my Mum for lunch cos my boss told me to take a longer lunch (love him!) - we went to a café and I had poached eggs, hashbrowns and toast. Was it snowing? It doesn't snow where I live, plus even if it did it's too warm atm. Who did you last say goodnight to? My boyfriend, via text. Did anything unusual happen? I was at work, cos I don't usually work on Fridays, I switched shifts this week.

　Layer 25: Tomorrow Do you have to go to school/class? No, it's Sunday and I don't work weekends. Does this day have any sort of significance to you? No. What is a chore that needs to get done? Nothing. Will you hang out with friends? No. What time will you be expected to be awake by? No set time, I'll prob wake up at like 10 or so.

　Layer 26: Have You Ever Performed a magic trick successfully? No. Sat or laid on a rooftop and looked at the stars? No. Walked around with your underwear on inside out or backwards all day without realizing it? Not that I know of xD Touched a snake? There isn't snakes in NZ. Been bitten by an animal? If so, what animal? By a cat for sure.

　Layer 27: School Life Are preschool and kindergarten mandatory where you live? I actually don't know lol. Were you or anyone you knew homeschooled? Yes, this girl I went to school with, her sisters were homeschooled but she wasn't for some reason. How odd. Did you attend public or private school? Public. Were you bullied in school, popular, or somewhere in-between? In between. What is the highest level of education that you completed? University.

　Layer 28: Your Appearance Eye color: Green. Hair color: Naturally blonde, but currently purple & blue. Height: 5'3". Weight: Not saying, lol. Do you have freckles, moles, beauty marks, or birthmarks - and where? I have freckles, and moles all over the place, especially on my arms.

　Layer 29: Electronics, Internet, & Social Media How much time do you spend on the Internet per day? Too many hours. Which social media platforms do you belong to? Facebook and I have X/Twitter but I barely use it. When’s the last time you replaced the batteries in your television remote? No idea. Are you more likely to stream movies and shows on your laptop, or cast them to your television? I mostly watch on my laptop, but I do watch WWE PPVs on my TV. Do you have an e-reader, or do you prefer actual books? Actual books.

　Layer 30: Are You Are you still in school? No. Are you a member of the LGBTQ+ community? Yep, I'm bisexual. Are you looking forward to anything coming soon? Sure. Are you dreading anything coming soon? No. Are you gullible or naive? Not really.

　Layer 31: Does Does your workplace make you feel like you can never take a day off without feeling guilty about it? Not at all. I work 3 days a week, and if I do need to take one of them off or switch days, my boss is very flexible. Does anyone out there hate you? I hope not. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? Not at all. Does crying make you feel less strong? Hell no.

　Layer 32: Would You Do the Polar Bear Plunge? Dunno. Ever try to walk across a room blindfolded? Why would I even need to do that xD Swim with sharks? No. Go into outer space, given the chance? I don't think so. Go out in public, looking how you do right now? Sure, yes. I literally went to the gym in this exact outfit earlier xD I'd just need to put shoes on lol.

　Layer 33: Pets/Animals Do you have any pets? If so, what type, and their names… I don't have any. If not, what type of pet have you always wanted? I just want a cat. What is your favorite animal? Cat <3 Do you think it is cruel to have circus animals? Yes. How often do you walk your dog, if you have one? How often do you scoop the litterbox, if you have a cat? -

　Layer 34: Food What is your favorite breakfast item? Croissants. What is your favorite kind of dessert? Ice cream or chocolate. Do you eat all three meals everyday? No, I usually skip breakfast, and I skip lunch on weekends. What’s the longest you’ve gone without food? Probably like a day and a half or so.

　Layer 35: Past Does your past ever come back to haunt you at times? Yes. What is one of your favorite memories of the past? Traveling to the USA for Wrestlemanias. What is something that you used to do in the past, but no longer do? Go clubbing a lot lol. Which historical time period would you like to go back to and check out? Hmm...

　Layer 36: Future Do you think you will ever get married one day? No. Do you plan on ever getting a different job in the future, or are you happy with the one you’ve got? I like my job for now, but who knows what the future brings. What age do you plan to retire at? Or do you plan on working til you’re dead? It depends on what the retirement age is by the time I get there, I mean I'm like 35 years away from that lol. What is something on your bucket list worth mentioning? Attending a Royal Rumble, sit front row at a PPV, go to an AEW and NJPW show, visit Japan, visit Rottnest Island and meet a Quokka etc. If given the opportunity to see how your future plays out, would you take it, or no? I dunno.

　Layer 37: Hygiene How often do you shower? Not everyday, I admit that, sometimes I'm too lazy. How often do you brush your teeth? Twice a day. Do you actually iron any of your clothes? No. I don't think we even own an iron anymore xD How often do you do laundry? Once a week. How long do you use a bath towel before switching it out? Once.

　Layer 38: Clothing, Makeup, & Style Do you wear nail polish? If so, how often do you paint your nails? It depends. How would you describe your sense of style? I dunno what you'd call it but I mostly wear wrestling t-shirts, yoga pants, short shorts, playsuits, short skirts and Converse. Are there any popular trends that you do not find appealing? Those shapeless dresses that have been popular recently, they look like sacks. Where do you typically buy your clothing from? Kmart, Warehouse, H&M etc. What sorts of accessories do you wear/use? I wear a FitBit and jewellery, mainly rings and bracelets.

　Layer 39: Hobbies Do you still color, even as an adult? Not really. Do you/would you like to crochet, knit, cross-stitch, etc? No. What’s the last thing you crafted all by yourself? No idea. Do you use Pinterest at all? No. What’s the last thing that you cooked or baked? I suck at cooking.

　Layer 40: Dislikes List some of your pet peeves here. People being a hypocrite, people who walk slow and block paths, people who hog machines at the gym, when I miss the bus by mere seconds, when people at work bug me constantly about their cases, when the weather changes constantly etc. What are some things that annoy you about yourself? I can be lazy and procrastinate too much, I get obsessive about bad things, I get anxious far too easily etc. Is there anyone out there who you actually hate? Who? The woman who hit and run me, I hate her with all my heart and soul. She almost killed me and ruined my life, fucking up my shoulder. What is a feeling that you dislike? Anxiety. Do you get some ugly road rage while driving? I don't drive.

　Layer 41: Random Have you ever successfully pogoed on a pogo stick? I don't think I've ever used one lol. Have you ever mastered the jump rope? I wouldn't say mastered, but I was alright at it. Do you know what it feels like to be truly happy? Sure. What’s your favorite type of survey, and why? Ones with actual questions, I don't like bolding ones that much. I'll do them, but they're not my fave.

　Layer 42: Music What are some of your favorite genres of music? Pop, J-pop, K-pop, rock, classical, new age etc. What are some music genres that you can’t stand? Country and screamo. If you had a blank pair of concert tickets, who would you hope to be going to see? Ayumi Hamasaki!! Do you still listen to music on the radio from time to time? No. iTunes, Spotify, Pandora, Amazon Music, or YouTube? I use iTunes and Spotify - iTunes is for all my obscure pop music and Pokémon soundtracks, and Spotify is for everything else.

　Layer 43: Books What were some of your favorite books as a child? Anything tbh, I read so much. What genre of books do you typically read most often? Fantasy. What are some of your favorite books as an adult? Weather Warden series! What is a book that you were required to read for school that you actually enjoyed? None, they all sucked. Do you read any newspapers or magazines anymore? Sometimes.

　Layer 43: Around the World Where’s the best place you’ve taken a vacation and/or day trip to? There's so many choices, but I'd go with New York City or New Orleans, both amazing places. Where is somewhere that you’d like to go someday, assuming you have the funds to do so? Japan. My BFF is there right now, I'm SO jealous of her lol. Where do your family members originate from? Scotland, England, Ireland and NZ. What is your favorite type of ethnic cuisine? I really like Indian food. What is something that is typically representative of your own culture? Dunno xD

　Layer 44: Would you rather… Drink apple juice or grape juice? Neither tbh. I like grapes but not as juice, and apple juice is meh. Wear pants or shorts? Depends on the weather, but I prefer shorts more. Be taller or shorter? Shorter if I had to pick. Go to a zoo or an aquarium? Aquariums are fun. Visit an art gallery or a museum? Museum! I don't really like art.

　Layer 45: Movies Do you remember what the first movie was that you saw in theaters? No. What are some of your favorite movies you’ve seen? Simpsons Movie, Cagefighter, 12 Rounds 3, The Wrestler etc. What genre of movie do you typically enjoy? Action or comedy. What is a movie you’ve seen that you weren’t expecting to like, but were pleasantly surprised? Dunno.

　Layer 46: Personality Are you more of an introvert or an extrovert? In between. Are you more easygoing and laid back, or anal? I'm mostly laid back, but I have my anxious uptight moments. Are you kind to everyone who shows that they deserve kindness? Yes. Describe your sense of humor. I find the weirdest shit funny. Do you tend to over-share? Probably xD

　Layer 47: Celebrities Which celebrity has given their child the most unique name, in your opinion? Most of them. Are there any celebrities that you keep tabs on/read articles about often? Only wrestlers. The rest I don't care about. Who is/are your celebrity crush(es)? Jon Moxley <3 Have you ever personally met someone famous before? If so, then who? Yep! John Cena is the most famous person I've met - he is legit the loveliest person! I've also met loads of other wrestlers, Melanie Martinez, Atomic Kitten and Five <3 Who is a celebrity that you’re getting tired of hearing about all the time? Taylor Swift (I like her music but I'm sick of her), Meghan Markle, the Kardashians, The Rock (he's been in WWE a lot lately lol) and prob more.

　Layer 48: Emotions When was the last time you cried? The other day. What are some things that you’re afraid of? Spiders, clowns, ladders, losing my loved ones etc. What is something small that makes you happy? Shuffling my playlist and it gives me like 10 amazing songs in a row. Who is the last person that you were angry with, and about what? Some idiot at work. Are you typically a shy or outgoing person? In between.

　Layer 49: Digging Deeper What is your favorite alcoholic beverage? Jim Beam or Malibu. How old were you when you got drunk for the first time? 16. Oops. LOL. Do you smoke? No. Have you ever taken and sent naked pictures of yourself? Yes. Have you ever done any drugs other than marijuana? If so, which ones? I've not even done weed, lol.

　Layer 50: Games What are some of your favorite video games? Pokémon, The Sims, Civilization, Starcraft, Ace Attorney, Cyberpunk 2077, LA Noire, Broken Sword etc. Do you have any computer games that you play regularly? ^^^^ What was your favorite board game, growing up? Monopoly, my BFF and I played it every single she came over to my house xD How about your favorite card game? Last Card or Asshole xD How good are you at solving puzzles? (such as a Rubik’s cube, word puzzles, or putting together a jigsaw puzzle) Depends.

[4joonkookie]

24 Candles

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Words: 2.6K

Summary:

A smutty, 24-hour diary of Jungkook's 24th birthday.

Also, Jungkook has feelings.

You play with JK’s butt in this one. Find butt-free fics:

Here Here Here or Here

Tags/Warnings:

SMUT, BUTT STUFF, Happy Birthday to the LOML, 50 shades of JK, dom!JK, sub!JK, oral sex, quickie sex, desperate sex, unprotected sex, creampie, spitting, spit kink, conversational sex, butt plugs, toys, JK is deep and complex, JK has feelings, y/n is very in touch with JK’s emotions, strength kink, body worship, JK loves ARMY, JK loves you, fluff, angst, painstakingly canon compliant, not beta-read, trying to tame my shame but, WOW, also I am deviant trash.

*****

03:57 AM

You awaken to moonlight blinking through the living room curtains. The sound of a bag dropping and feet shuffling wake you where you lay on the couch.

He comes around to you right away. He kneels down to the floor beside you and pushes his forehead against yours. He leans up to kiss you as you take in his familiar scent.

“I told you not to wait up,” he scolds, gently. Seeing where you’d set up camp to wait for him to come home in the living room.

“I didn’t wait. I fell asleep,” you reply, coaxing yourself into awakeness. You look at the clock, almost 4 am.

“Happy Birthday,” you whisper and kiss his forehead.

He doesn’t say anything. He just leans into your neck for a greedy inhale.

“You smell good,” he says, hovering above you and squeezing your waist at his words.

You giggle at the tickling sensation on your neck. “Aren’t you tired?”

Still kneeling by the couch, his hands glide up under your loose sweater. He grips hard, pulling at your nipples with both hands. He latches his mouth to one of them and pulls his lips away until it pops.

“I was,” he says, dark and low. On his knees and pressing you to the couch, he sinks teeth to your neck, promising a mark.

You’re taken a bit aback at his rough nature but remember it’s been a few weeks, he’s probably pent up. His pace reminds you that you are too.

Soon, your gestures escalate from clumsy and quick to activated muscle memory, moving in fast forward.

You urge him to remove his shirt and toss it across the room. You can hardly see his face but the moonlight reflects off of him. You feel him angle your hips at the edge of the couch, pull off your panties and watch his silhouette lean down between your legs. The sensation of his warm spit spills down your folds, caught only by his fingers sloppily pushing into your opening.

You shudder at the intrusion. He spits again, this time audibly and more, your body not quite caught up to where his mind is.

“Missed you, baby,” he mewls.

He sucks and licks and laps at you, reacquainting himself with your pussy after a long time away. He uses 2 fingers to rub a path over your clit before they sink inside you. He repeats this, over and over, satisfied little groans fall from his lips before he removes his fingers and leans up to kiss you, desperately. Tongues and teeth bang together while hurriedly you tug at his belt and free his cock.

You use the lowered fabric to pull him to the couch, mounting him. He slides you onto his length and you both groan.

You grimace being stretched open by him after so long. Strong arms smash your laps together, Jungkook pushing up and grinding into you.

“Did you miss me?” he pants, between thrusts.

You keep your rhythm, circling hips around his cock.

“I missed you, Jungkook,” you say, tugging back at his hair with both hands.

He chuckles, enjoying the sound of his own name. Your bodies continue to move tantrically, shaking and panting, skin slippery with sweat. Feeling your orgasm coming, you start bouncing on his lap, trying to take in more of him.

He leans back to watch you, hands on your hips. He watches as you envelop his cock with every thrust.

When he feels you pulse around him, he grunts and groans and spills inside. When you catch your breath, you stand on wobbly legs.

He’s exhausted. You can see the sleep taking over his body. You urge him to follow you to the bedroom to clean up and sleep.

1:48 PM

It’s nearly 2 and Jungkook is still fast asleep.

They always do this to him. They work him to the bone until he’s so spent, they can’t get another day out of him. By the time he gets home, he sleeps for days.

You mindlessly scroll on your phone, occupying yourself next to him. You’re just happy to be with him. His side of the bed is so often empty.

He finally stirs.

“Hey you,” you say, dropping your phone to the bed.

He lets out a groggy groan and looks at his watch. “Ugh. I’m sorry,” he says, regretful about how long he’s been asleep.

“Don’t be,” you say before kissing his lips and brushing hair behind his ear.

He’s tired but it’s more than that. He looks rough and truly worn out, his typical brightness is dulled.

“What’s on your mind?” you ask. Although, you already know.

He says nothing.

He was devastated when they cancelled the tour. He told you over the phone and you could tell he was upset when it happened but the toll it’s taken on him now, is apparent.

“I’m sorry,” you offer.

“It’s just…,” he starts and sits up, wringing his hands, emotions bubbling. “I’ve always been tired.”

You sit up and face him, setting your undivided attention. “Yeah?” you encourage.

“I’ve always slaved away on choreo. We’ve always been busy.” He looks off, wrapping his arms around his knees that are still tucked under the bed sheet. That compromise is… for them. But, now, I can’t even see them. I don’t know when I'll see them again. I miss them.”

It’s heartbreaking. All you can do is continue to listen, allow him an outlet for these feelings. He continues.

“It's like I don’t know what it's all for when it’s like this. I knew before, when we were performing, it was very clear.”

He shakes the emotions from his head. “Sorry, I'm in such a sour mood.”

“Shhh... “ you kiss his forehead. just wishing there was something you could do.

“Thank you for telling me. I wish I could help.”

“I know.” He grabs your hand and laces his fingers with yours.

You change the subject. “What do you want to do today?”

He positions himself so you’re face-to-face, sitting on the bed. He takes a deep breath. “First, I think I'll go to the gym. Clear my head. I'll make it quick”.

You shrug. “Take all the time you need.” You know it helps him.

The both of you stand up by the same side of the bed.

“And then...I’d really like to lounge around here with you if that’s ok?”

“I like that idea,” you reply.

“Maybe we can order in and…”

He kisses your neck.

“mmm...What do you have in mind?”

He presses his open mouth to yours, pressing his tongue inside.

“Some of that,” he teases.

You stand to your tiptoes and wrap arms around his neck, not wanting to let him leave again.

“And what else, birthday boy?”

This question, he opts to simply hold you tight. He hugs your body tight against his, inhaling at your neck again, planting a kiss on your lips.

“Maybe some toys?” He aims his gaze at the bedside table.

Your stomach flutters. “If you’re up for it,” you reply with a raised eyebrow.

He kisses you once more and heads out the door.

When you hear the door close, you collapse, flat on the bed and stare at the ceiling. You always look forward to when he gets home. But then you have to catch up with weeks of emotion, wishing you could’ve been there for the duration.

You can really feel the awfulness now. He was devastated when they postponed it 2 years ago. Now, after 2 years of holding on to hope just to have it cancelled and all other performances postponed indefinitely? He’s heartbroken.

When it was canceled you silently celebrated, knowing you’d have more of him to yourself. It’s not worth it if he feels this way.

On the other hand… concerts haven’t been happening for 2 years but the boys stay busy with packed schedules.

He always says it’s not the same without them. Jungkook has always been a bit more attached to fans than any other member, leaving his family at such a young age. Without ARMY, he seems very lost.

4:00 PM

Jungkook returns home in better spirits, wiping sweat with a towel from his forehead. He pecks your lips, walking through the kitchen.

“I'll take a shower and be right back,” he says, sweaty hair, clinging to his forehead.

“Can I join you?” you offer, as he walks by.

“I'll be quick.” he says, continuing to the bedroom.

You try not to think too much of it and shower in the other bathroom.

By the time you get out, his shower has stopped running.

You dress for your introverts-night- in in one of his t-shirts and perfume, nothing else.

The delivery food comes, you set it up at the kitchen counter and pour drinks.

4:30 pm

When he hasn’t come out in over 20 minutes, you lean your ear to the bathroom door and knock, concerned.

“Are you ok?” No noise is coming from the bathroom except his voice.

“Yes,” he replies, calmly.

“Do you need help?” you ask.

“No!” he exclaims, immediately. “I’ll be out soon.”

You return to where you sit at the kitchen counter wondering what he's doing? Is he hurting himself?

He follows behind a few moments later, casually kissing your lips before he sits at a nearby barstool.

“This is a ton of food,” he comments.

You say nothing and he gestures to clink your drink glasses before he starts eating.

You watch as he silently ravages. It always went this way too. He’s starved when he comes home. Most of the time when he’s working, he avoids eating altogether or can’t find the time.

He relaxes. You eat, drink and have conversation. He’s in better spirits, having taken some time for himself and away from work.

He seems comfortable, but squirms slightly in his seat.

He’s TOO comfortable.

You have a sneaking suspicion, now. One that’s not tied to his tough feelings about a cancelled tour.

“What’s up with you?” You query.

“What do you mean?” he asks genuinely. “Like, what we talked about this morning?”

“No.” You scan him. “You look like you’re up to something. Like you’re hiding something.”

Your tone is more serious but you try no to be accusatory.

“It’s nothing,” he insists.

You nod. “Ok,” settling. You continue eating though, conversation is lulled.

Out of curiosity, you open the app on your phone. It shows the plug is powered on and the vibrations are off.

You turn the vibe on, Jungkook nearly stumbling on his barstool. You approach him and he grabs the phone from you.

“I knew it!” You kiss him, standing between his seated legs, then, pulling back with sudden realization.

“That’s what you were doing in the bathroom?”

“Yeah. What did you think I was doing?”

You shake the thought from your head. “You got yourself ready without me?” you whine, disappointed.

“I wanted to surprise you.”

“That’s so hot,” you begin to kiss his neck, no longer thinking about food.

“Well, can we finish dinner?” he says, with a mouthful of food.

You’re embarrassed by your own haste. “Of course.” You sit down calmly, patiently, and allow him to finish.

“What?” He questions as you eyeball him.

“Nothing. Just letting you finish,” you reply, sincerely.

He laughs and drops his utensils. “What, you can’t wait? You’re such a horndog!”

You scoff. “And who’s wearing a butt plug at the dinner table?” you tease, approaching to get your hands on him again.

“It hasn’t even been in for_”

“_So I’ll finish getting you readyyyyyy,” you interrupt, nearly pouting.

You slide your hands up his thighs, standing between them.

He hides a smile, you know he’s already caved in. Then, he lifts you up and you wrap legs around his waist.

He carries you to the bedroom, dropping you to the mattress. He undresses.

“Let me see?” you whisper, sitting up.

He slides face down on the mattress, burying his face. Your gaze follows his body. You straddle his legs from behind, caressing his back and groping at his muscled ass cheeks.

You pull his shy legs apart to expose the toy. You let your fingers drag over it, tugging lightly.

“You did this for me?” you ask. Ideas of what he was doing to himself in the bathroom flood your horny mind.

He nods, still mostly into the mattress.

“So pretty, baby.” You tug at the plug, sitting tight inside. You use the manual switch to set the vibe on. The low setting, like he likes.

You move the toy slowly at first until it glides in with ease.

“Is this what you did?

“Yes,” he moans.

“When you had yourself bent over the bathroom counter?” you assume.

“Mm-hmm,” he verbalizes and You push faster. He bucks back against the toy and your hand, his hole finally sliding open.

You settle him to his back, pillow propped underneath his hips and continue sliding the toy in and out of him.

He’s sufficiently opened, looking perfect.

He lays with legs spread, knees bent, eyes fluttering closed with every pump of the toy.

He fumbles your hands and pushes it all the way in to hold it in place and shudders, taking exactly what he needs.

You work the toy a little harder now., twisting and turning it along his walls, pressing against his prostate. Sweat drips over his body. Cum drips down his shaft and onto his abs. You lap at the cum on his body, cock and balls bouncing with each pump of the toy.

You make attempts to stroke him with your free hand and use your mouth on him but he shudders away each time, too close.

You’re not even thinking about coming, entranced in how beautiful he is.

He rolls you to your side, bracing a hand on your hip and slides inside from behind. He sets a pace and squeezes his own cheeks together on every thrust, clenching around his toy.

He buries his face in your neck and whines, his arms wrapped around your torso, tight.

He rolls you over and fumbles on top of you to pull another toy from the side drawer, powers it on, and holds the bullet to your clit while he pumps into you.

Precious ‘ah’s’ fill the air when he comes, pushing into you deep, feeling vibrations through his prostate and lower body. You buck against him when you come, too, shoving the toy away when it’s too much, but letting the waves flow through you.

Your bodies slow and Jungkook pulls the overstimulating toy out of himself. You drape your legs over each other, bodies tangled, and doze again.

03:52 am

He’s already gazing at you when you wake up.

You yawn and stretch, taking a hand and running fingers through his hair.

“Were you happy when you found out?” he asks, plainly, about the MOTS tour.

“What?” you stutter, suddenly awake. Guilt surges through your body. You hadn’t properly considered how it would make him feel the first time you heard the news. It’s different now.

He must understand that. It’s different now.

“I don’t want you to feel this way,” you start. “ I would do anything if you didn’t feel this way.”

He nods. “I know.” He grabs your hands in his. “Were you happy?”

You hang your head. “Yes. At first.”

“Good.” he caresses your cheek, lifting your chin. “I’m glad you were happy.”

The both of you doze again.

[castiel-barnes]

Lay you back down.

Pairing: Jake lockley (some Marc. S and Steven. G ) X sick! Reader.

Summary: The moon knight boys look after you when you get a hideous cold.

Wordcount: 857

Warnings: Mentions of a cold. Inaccuracies on dissociative identity disorder. The boys being softies. Jake being a softie.

Tags: @phoenixhalliwell

Steven.

Marc.

Jake.

This morning, you had told your boys that you'd be fine walking to work. But walking home. Typical England. It started to rain.

By the time you got into Steven's flat. You looked like a drowned rat. Steven instantly looked over his glasses from where he was sat at his desk, and then stood up to get you a towel that was set on the radiator.

"Oh luv you should've called us!" He spoke instantly wrapping you up in the towel,

"I thought I would be fine." You replied, the hint of a cold already evident in your voice.

"C'mon Hun, let's get you a warm shower and dry clothes." Steven escorted you to the bathroom and turned on the shower. He knew exactly how hot you liked your showers. Heading back into the main part of his flat, he went to his drawers and pulled out some fresh jogging bottoms and jumper.

Placing them on the radiator, he started to make up some dinner. You spent ages in his shower, just trying to warm up. Stepping carefully out of the shower, you wrapped the towel around and dried yourself off.

Wearing Stevens jumper and jogging bottoms, your feet padded lightly on the cold hardwood floor. Walking into the kitchen you saw Steven standing making food at the counter.

"I don't really want a big meal Steven." You spoke as you wrapped your arms around his waist,

"That's okay sweetheart. Why don't we do some toast instead?" The American accent filled your ears.

"Okay. And Marc? Can I have chocolate spread with it?" You asked,

"Of course you can. Anything for you Y/N." Marc responded smiling to your arms wrapped around him.

You smiled as you felt Marc's muscles shift, whilst he was making your toast. Although being use to the boys fronting at different times, you were confused that Steven had suddenly let Marc front. But at least now, there weren't any black outs.

"Where did Steven go?" You asked muffled against Marc's back,

"He was fretting too much about you, and to be honest he is still fretting about you now. I know you don't really like any fuss." Marc explained turning around to face you. Kissing your forehead softly, you leant more into his gentle but firm hold.

As he kissed your forehead, Marc felt that you had a very high temperature. Now typically, colds take a while to develop. But your co-worker was ill the other week, and you had just walked home in the pouring rain.

"Sweetheart you feeling okay?" Marc asked softly,

"A little groggy, but that's all. Why?" You responded suddenly feeling how shit you felt.

"Because. You have one hell of a temperature, come on go lay down and I'll bring your toast over." Marc explained and pulled you gently to the bed.

You sat down on the bed, and despite just having a nice hot shower your body aches. Taking the plate of toast Marc had just made, you quickly scoffed it down and the laid on the bed.

"C'mon sweetheart get some sleep, we'll be here. All three of us." Marc spoke softly as you snuggled under Stevens weighted blanket. The scent of the boys engulfed your senses and soothed you to sleep. Marc's warm body was flush against yours. And for a few hours you slept somewhat peacefully.

That was up until you woke up with splitting headache and a sore throat. Marc wasn't next to you, and so you decided to try and get yourself a drink.

In the kitchen there was an immensely well dressed man. This you knew was Jake. Always well dressed despite his profession. His sleeves were rolled up, and if you weren't sick right now you'd be all over him.

"Jake." You voice croaked out,

"Mi amor? What are you doing out of bed?" Jake spoke walking over to you and grabbing your arms softly.

"Got a really bad headache. Needed a drink." You replied almost falling asleep standing up,

"C'mon." His New York accent insisted "Let's lay you back down." He spoke as he picked you up in the bridal style. You groaned and laid your head in his shoulder and just let yourself be carried back to the bed.

"Lay back down mi amor, I'll be back in a second." Jake put forth as he covered Stevens weighted blanket back over you.

Jake disappeared for a moment, and then came back with a glass of water and cold capsules.

"Take these. They'll help you feel better. And then. Back to bed cariño, you need to rest." Jake spoke as he passed you the glass of water.

"Thank you Jake." You croaked and gently settled against his chest.

You could feel that he was tense for a second, he's still not used to this. This domesticity, of looking after you, of just cuddling on the bed.

"Just doing my job. Just looking after you." He spoke taking his gloves off and threading his fingers gently through your hair.

As you started to drift off, you could hear Jake's deep voice hum. Humming an old Spanish lullaby, his voice though deep was smooth. It drifted you to sleep even faster.

From that night. Your favourite sound was Jake Lockley singing softly to you.

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Jake's song: here

Thank you to @girlwithwolftatoo for letting me use your Headcannon on Jake singing and for finding that amazing video.

[randomshyperson]

Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Angrily in love

Summary: Wanda and Reader are on the run after a mission goes wrong, and they do not have a good relationship. When Wanda is approached in a diner by strange men, Reader confronts them. And some other things. Based on prompt from stay-casual, thanks again dear.

Warnings: Language; All fluff, but also humor. enemies stubborn idiots to lovers.

Words: 3.002 K ////// Read on AO3

Marks > @stay-casual @mionemymind @wandamaximoffpuppy

You and Wanda didn't get along very well.

Which was a problem since you were running away together.

It all started two and a half weeks ago, and honestly, you would blame Steve if anyone asked.

You were both assigned to an infiltration mission into a drug trafficking headquarters in Mexico. It was not your typical job, but there was evidence of Hydra involvement.

And so you and Wanda were team partners, and everything was going very well, until she pissed you off for some reason, and the two of you started to argue. Maybe you miscalculated the impact of your words, because the second you call her "angry little witch" Wanda used her magic to push you, but before you could think of fighting back, there were about fifteen rifles pointed at both of you.

Disguise completely blown, Wanda was quick enough to get you two out of there, and with the entire country on alert, you needed to keep a low profile until it was safe to return to the compound.

So now you were forced to deal with each other's company, and you broke your cell phone when Natasha sent a emoji and a message telling you guys to enjoy your vacation.

At this moment you were driving the van that you managed to steal from the barracks before you left, while Wanda slept in the passenger seat. You reached out to turn on the radio for a bit, but when you started humming the music, it stopped playing. Looking quickly to see what had happened, you let out an incredulous sigh as you saw the familiar red light dissipate in the air.

- I'm sleeping. - Wanda grumbled, and you frowned in irritation as you turned on the radio again.

- Not my problem.

The music started again, but then stopped. You let out a angry whimper.

- Be quiet. - She said without opening her eyes.

And then you turned the sound back on. And Wanda turned it off. And then you did it again. This went on for three minutes, until you hit the brakes, and Wanda opened her eyes with the sudden movement.

- My God, what is your problem? - She shouted, and you ignored the honking sounds behind you as you took the keys off.

- You know what, Maximoff? - You replied angrily, unbuckling your seat belt. - You're driving now.

You dropped the key in her lap, and got out of the vehicle. Turning around, you opened the back door of the van and climbed in. You heard Wanda grumble angrily as she jumped into the driver's seat, but you just leaned against the wall of the van and closed your eyes. A minute after she started the car, you heard the sound of the radio.

Ignoring the urge to break the equipment, you decided to fall asleep.

//-//

Driving for about three hours, Wanda finally parked the van. The lack of movement woke you up, and you yawned lightly as you stretched.

You heard the door open and close, and caught a glimpse of Wanda's red hair as she walked away from the van, so you got out next.

It was a motel, and judging by the amount of cars in the parking lot, it was decent enough to not have diseases in the sheets.

You hurried to catch up with Wanda, and when she entered the reception area, she didn't hold the door, and you almost hit your face on the wood. Swearing softly, you then entered.

- Good evening. - You heard her greet the receptionist, who didn't look very pleased to serve more people. - Two rooms please.

- Sorry, honey. - He said chewing on a small stick between his teeth. - We only have one spare room.

- Wait, what?

- It's the season for Los Muertos, senorita. - clarified the man, and seeing Wanda's expression, he added. - All the places will be crowded with tourists, you are lucky to find anything available around here. - He says with a fake disappointment in his voice.

Wanda let out a sigh, while you were distracted by the fish in the aquarium on the premises.

- It's okay, Wanda, you can sleep on the couch. - You tease without looking at her, but she ignores your comment and hands the money for the room to the receptionist.

- Have a nice stay. If you want something to eat besides the minibar, there is a dinner behind the pool area. - The man says as he hands over the key. Wanda doesn't smile, and leaves the place, you lightly tap your fingers on the aquarium while smiling at the fish before following her.

You two walk to the room in silence, and you sigh as you enter, observing the place. It was simple, yet cozy. The redhead commented softly "thank god" when she notices that there are two beds, and threw the bag she was carrying on top of one of them, before walking to the bathroom, while you start looking for the remote control.

//-//

Two days sharing the same room, and you were surprised that you hadn't killed each other yet. There were a few arguments, mainly over having to share the television, or the delay in the shower, but otherwise things were going pretty well.

It was lunchtime, and you had just used the street phone to try to get in touch with Natasha when you saw Wanda leave the room in the direction of the dinner. She gave you an angry look before she left, and you rolled your eyes before following her, after all, you were starving.

- Why are you following me? - she asked angrily as you walked beside her.

- I'm not following you, I'm going to lunch. The restaurant is not yours. - You retort, and she rolls her eyes.

- God, and you have to have lunch with me now?

- Who says I'm having lunch with you? - you retort impatiently. - I intend to sit fifteen tables away.

- Great!

- Great indeed! - You retort as she opens the door and hurries inside, taking a seat at one of the first empty tables. You curse softly to yourself, and then enter the restaurant.

Unfortunately the only empty table you can find is the one in front of Wanda, and you can see her staring angrily at you. You smile wryly in her direction, and she waves her middle finger at you. But then the waitress approaches, and she looks away. You scold yourself for holding your gaze on her longer than necessary, and then you are served next.

The restaurant was considerably crowded, there were many groups of diverse people eating together, and you noticed that there were also truck drivers, and families, and even young people your own age. Fortunately the service was very good, and soon you were having some fries and meat.

You were finishing your milkshake, slightly distracted by the newspaper that was left on the table for the customers, when a sound of male laughter caught your attention.

Two men, considerably older than you, approached Wanda's table, both exchanging mischievous laughs.

- Come on, let's ask her out. - You heard one of them remark with a chuckle. And then you were already getting up, anger boiling in your chest.

- Hi there, sweetheart, what's your name?

- I'll give you five seconds to leave before I shove my shoe up your ass! - you shouted before Wanda could answer anything. Both men looked at you with a mixture of surprise and disbelief.

- Who the hell are you? - One of them sneered, but you shoved him hard enough to make him realize that you were no ordinary girl as he stumbled backwards, his eyes flashed with fear.

- Leave her alone.

The man stumbled backwards poking his friend in the chest, and they both gave you a angry look before leaving. The restaurant was bubbling over with small comments, but you exchanged a glance with the waitress and she didn't seem willing to kick you out for this.

You turned to Wanda next, and she had a very annoyed expression on her face.

- Fine, Wanda, what is it? - you asked impatiently when noticing her face.

- I don't need your help. - She retorted angrily. - I can handle these things just fine on my own.

- Wow, you are really ungrateful. - You sneer, crossing your arms. You look around for a moment, and notice that men in the same profile are still assessing Wanda from afar. You feel your body boil with irritation at the malicious looks they cast at her, and you stare back at them, a murderous expression on your face. They exchange a startled look and you wait for them to stop looking before turning your attention to the redhead - Can I sit with you?

- Excuse me? - she asks angrily, but doesn't even wait for you to answer. - No way! Piss off!

- You are so annoying. - You grumble before going back to your desk.

But you're not even hungry anymore, feeling a strange irritation at the tip of your stomach as you remember the way the men looked at Wanda, so you take the last sips of your milkshake and stand up again. Wanda pretends you don't exist as you walk past her table, and you roll your eyes at the childishness.

- Good afternoon. - You greet the cashier with a smile. - Sorry for the mess. The idiots were harassing my...colleague.

The cashier smiles, accepting the money you gave her. Then she frowns at the amount, and you clear your throat when you say to include Wanda's table bill as well, and she just nods in agreement.

- She's a pretty girl. - The cashier comments as she separates the money. You make a noise of agreement, without really paying attention. - She seems like the kind of girl who breaks not only boys' hearts.

She gives you a suggestive look, and you blink in surprise, averting your eyes and feeling your face heat up.

- Thank you. - You grumble as you get your change.

Leaving the restaurant afterwards, you chide yourself for immediately looking for Wanda through the windows. Turning your head forward, you go back to your room.

//-//

Wanda really got annoyed with your little scene in the restaurant, and didn't talk to you when she came back to the room, not that you were complaining.

And then it was time for her to watch some stupid program, and you left the room, because you were not in the mood of arguing about who's turn it is to watch.

You thought about getting a drink, so you returned to the restaurant, which at this time was considerably emptier.

The cashier from earlier was now serving tables, and smiled at you when you sat down at the counter.

- What will you have, dear? - She asked.

- A hot chocolate please. - You asked, leaning your elbow on the table and your face in your hand. With your free hand you tapped your fingers lightly against the counter.

It didn't take long to get your order, and you and you got a little pensive when the waitress returned, wiping the counter beside you.

- That was quite a scene earlier today. - She comments with a smile. You laugh, slightly embarrassed, but willing to talk.

- Yeah, sorry about that.

- No problem, sweetie. - She comments. - Young people are always so nervous when jealous.

You choke in surprise, feeling your face heat up.

- Jealous? I wasn't...

The waitress giggles, placing the cloth on her left shoulder.

- It's all good, child. - she says. - My husband used to be jealous of truck drivers in this region too. And with a beautiful girlfriend like that, I imagine it's hard for you.

She remarks with a smile before going to serve another customer, and you widen your eyes in surprise, feeling your face very warm.

Then you spent the next five minutes frowning, repeating how absurd it was that anyone would insinuate that you were jealous of Wanda, until the waitress was back again, serving you a doughnut that you didn't ask for but accepted anyway.

- Just to clarify. - You start between one bite and another. - I am not jealous.

The waitress giggles, arranging a few things on the counter.

- I also noticed that you two sat at separate tables, reminded me of my Miguel. - She says with a smile. - We used to fight so much that he would sleep on the balcony.

You laugh lightly, running your hand through your hair.

- But you know, all the fights were just an excuse to get each other's attention. - She says, leaning her hands on the counter in front of you. - To this day, I still believe he would leave the key off the key chain just to hear me grumble and squeeze my butt when he apologized. - She says with a smile that makes you laugh.

And then she is pouring you some more chocolate, and you are ignoring the growing nervousness in your stomach at the thought of her insinuations that you and Wanda were like a couple fighting.

- Rosa. - You call out after reading her name on the badge, she looks at you curiously. - How... How did you know you were in love?

- During a fight, of course. - She says, laughing. - We are in high school, and we had a fight during a soccer game. It was so hilarious. We started fighting about who would play the penalty kick for our team, and one of our classmates tried to get into an argument with me, and Miguel punched him in the nose, yelling that no one could fight with me but him.

You widen your eyes in surprise, but then laugh, finding the story a bit absurd. But the waitress has a nostalgic look in her eyes, as if she is missing something, and you frown.

- What... what happened to Miguel?

You watch her smile slowly die, and something in her gaze change. And then you cough uncomfortably, feeling a pain in your stomach.

- My Miguel was trying to improve our life when the German agents arrived. - She said in a somber tone. You stumbled out of your seat, trying to breathe. - The avengers had no right to take him away from me.

Fucking great, you thought wryly as you felt your throat closing. You stumbled out of the restaurant, falling to your knees. You think you saw a red light before you lost consciousness.

//-//

Something was moving, and it took many minutes for you to realize that it was the surface you were lying on. And then you slowly opened your eyes, blinking as you progressively tried to regain awareness.

- Finally, spitfire. - A female voice commented with irony, and you were startled to see Natasha sitting beside you. You tried to sit up in bed, feeling your body ache to do so.

- Damn it. - You complained of pain, and then you realized that you were on a spaceship. - Wow, how did I get here?

- By being the worst field agent. - Nat scoffed lightly, getting up from her seat to get you some water. You noticed that you were in the medical compartment of the ship. When she handed you the glass of water, you let out a satisfied grunt, drinking it all quickly.

- Let me guess, that lady really poisoned me. - You say, handing the glass back, and Nat sits down beside you on the bed, laughing lightly.

- Seriously, you went out on a simple recognition mission, and now you have shooting, escape and poisoning in your report.

You laugh before you ask.

- How did you find us anyway?

- Wanda, of course. - She tells. - I think you collapsed and she wrecked the whole place. We arrived before the Mexican government arrested you two. Also, the waitress will be questioned, but I don't think she knows much.

- Wait, what do you mean by wrecked the whole place?

Nat laughed, shrugging her shoulders.

- You know how Wanda's magic gets when she is nervous. And well, she was very nervous.

You nod, looking away, feeling a warmth in your cheeks and chest. And then Nat is getting up again.

- Well, I have to tell Steve that you are awake. You've had enough sleep so join us when you can. - She comments with a smile before leaving.

When you look down you notice the needle marks on your arm, where the antidote was probably placed, you sigh slightly.

You stand up, realizing that you feel almost no discomfort in your muscles. Before you can move toward the other room however, there is someone coming in.

- You're really awake. - Wanda comments seriously, stopping in the doorway.

You laugh lightly, deciding to tease her.

- Ah, yes. And I heard that you lost your shit when you saw me pass out. It's touching, really.

- And you are still a complete idiot. - She retorts as she approaches.

- Yes, and yet you still love me.

- I do.

- Wait, what?

But then Wanda advances on you, kissing you on the mouth. It takes a microsecond for you to overcome the shock, and kiss her back with your hands on her waist. You both sigh against each other's mouths, and when air is needed, Wanda pulls her face away slightly.

- Don't ever do that again. - She says breathlessly.

- I didn't choose to be poisoned, you know. - You retort with mild irony. Wanda rolls her eyes smiling as she lets her hands go up to your cheeks.

- I don't want to lose you, even if you are an annoying jerk. - She says and you laugh lightly.

- Thanks for the compliments, dear. It helps my self-esteem. - You reply with irony and Wanda laughs, stealing a few kisses from you.

- Don't be such a crybaby. - She jokes, but something in her eyes changes. - You're also brave, and funny. And sweet, and infuriating attractive.

- Wow, this is turning me on. - You mock lightly, stroking her back and making her laugh. And then you're stealing kisses between your giggles, until you rest your foreheads together. - Just for the record, even though you are a temperamental annoying little witch, I am completely in love with you.

Wanda nods smiling, kissing you again.

[watermelonlovershigh]

Your Daughter Gets Scared of a Thunderstorm (FLUFF)

AN: thought of this idea and decided to write it. i miss writing dad Harry one shots honestly. it's short but sweet.

PLEASE MESSAGE ME IN MY INBOX IF YOU GOT THIS POST FROM A NOTIFICATION OR HOW EVER YOU FOUND THIS POST!!!!!

Things to help you understand this better:

(Husband & Wife/Daughter age 3/Fine Line Harry era)

It's around 2:00 in the morning and mother nature has decided to throw a tantrum and let go of her anger. Every few seconds, bright streaks of lightning color the sky, followed by loud bangs of thunder that raddle the ground. Not to mention, the shattering rain that's pouring from the night sky.

Harry and I are sleeping in our bed. At the start of the night, we were cuddling with each other, but now we're on our separate sides of the bed. Harry on his right side, facing away from me and I'm on my back staring at the celling. I was asleep but just woke up. The ruckus outside is keeping me awake now and I can't seem to fall back asleep. I'm not one that's typically terrified of bad weather, but I don't particularly enjoy it. It does give me anxiety.

As the thunder gets louder and the rain comes down harder, I feel a spike in my anxiety. The only person I know that can comfort me is my husband. So I shuffle over on the bed and tap on Harry's muscular and bare back. He stirs for a minute before turning around and with a deep, raspy voice, he asks, "What's wrong my love?"

"Can you hold me. I don't like the weather." I reply back shyly.

"Of course darling. Come ere'." Harry responds back in a comforting tone. With Harry on his back now, I rest my head on his shoulder and drape one arm over his tattooed tummy and one of my legs are thrown over top his. He rubs up and down my back with one of his hands and his other hand rests on top of mine that's splayed on his stomach. I can feel his wedding ring that adorns his ring finger and I'm sure he can feel mine as well. Just as my body was relaxing onto his comforting hold, an extra loud boom of thunder echoes through the house and it's followed by a loud, wailing cry from the room down the hall. Our daughters room.

I was going to get up from the bed and check on her when Harry stops me. "I'll go see if she's alright love. You stay right here okay." I hum a quiet yes and let go of my hold around him. He bends down to peck my lips before getting out the warm covers and blindly pads over to the bedroom door and down the hall to our presumably scared daughters room.

Walking into her room, only lite up with a night light, Harry goes straight to her little princess bed and picks up our crying and shaking toddler. "Shhh my baby," Harry coos in her ear, while holding her to his chest, "you're aright. Daddies got you. You're safe my love."

"I scared!" the toddler cries, leaving her daddies shoulder soaked with salty tears.

"Do you want to come sleep with mummy and I? Would that make you feel better, baby." Harry questions softly, knowing the answer is already yes. We hardly ever let her sleep with us because we don't want it to become a habit, but for special reasons like when she's sick or had a nightmare, we'll allow it. Or in this case, scared of a thunderstorm.

"Pweez." she mumbles through her tears into Harry's skin. Her tiny arms are looped around his neck and her chunky legs are around his ribcage. Harry bends down and picks up her little stuffed animal from her bed, knowing she loves sleeping with it, and places it between his body and hers, to hold until they come back to our bed.

Harry exits her room with our daughter clung to his body and travels down the hall to our bedroom. When they walk inside, the lamp is on from where I had turned it on, not wanting to be by myself in the dark. "Is she alright?" I sit up and ask worriedly.

"Yes darling, just a bit frightened by the loud thunder outside. She's okay. I'll protect her. I'll protect both of you." Harry replies with a gentle smile, getting back under the duvet with our daughter in his hold. She has stopped crying mostly. Just a few sniffles and hiccups, with a tear stained face. I reach over and turn the lamp back off, making the room dark again besides the lightning coming from our window, lighting the room every few seconds.

Harry situates our daughter on the right side of his chest, in a more comfortable position, and places her stuffed animal into her tiny hands for her to grasp. She takes it immediately and hold it in a tight squeeze. Then I scoot back over and resume my place on his left side, head on his shoulder and leg thrown on top of his. I stretch my arm over his body and instead of putting my hand back on his tattooed tummy, I place it on our daughters small back, rubbing over her pj shirt.

Harry reaches down and pulls the covers up over our bodies more, having the edge rest at our chins. Then he whispers, "Love you both so so so much. I'll always protect my girls. Never let anything ever happen to you guys." When he spoke that heartfelt mini speech, I could feel him squeeze our bodies tighter, showing a sign of non verbal affection. Harry bends down and pecks our toddlers cheek and turns his head to kiss my forehead.

"Love you too babe. Best dad and husband in the whole world." I say, half asleep now. Though mother nature is still throwing a fit outside, I feel safe in my husbands arms and I also have butterflies at the slight of our daughter peacefully sleeping on her daddy's chest. Her little mouth is slightly parted and puffs of air is fanning over his neck. Makes me want to give Harry another baby. Two mini Harry's walking around is something that makes me have baby fever at just the thought. But that's for another day and another discussion. Right now, I'm happy with the family of three we have and fall asleep peacefully in my husbands arms.

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Aspirin

Heahmund takes care of his drunk boyfriend Ivar.

Words: ~ 1060.

Pairing: Heahmund × Ivar

It's pure fluff. I needed this. Happy Thursday. :) @youbloodymadgenius

"You should have listened to your brother when he told you to keep your hands off the vodka," Heahmund muttered in amusement; he ran with a careful motion along the side of Ivar's head, holding the longer hair together at the top so it wouldn't fall in Ivar's face.

Ivar bent over the toilet again and threw up; it took him a moment to regain some ability to answer. One could hear how badly he was feeling. "Hvitserk always takes it as a challenge. Where is... is he anyway?" Ivar mumbled in a daze; Heahmund had to smile slightly as Ivar bent low over the bowl again.

"We've been at my place for an hour, Ivar. Because at some point you couldn't walk anymore. And then we decided it was best that I take you with me," he replied quietly; he knew it already. It wasn't the first time Ivar had been drunk at his house. The little guy just couldn't judge his limits that well yet, typical for his age. Heahmund, in his mid-30s, was long past that point, and had guessed that the evening would end like this. As a precaution, he had volunteered to be the driver - because someone had to look after Ivar and his brother.

"Where's Hvitty then... did he... cab?" Ivar grumbled together, before throwing up again. Heahmund tightened his grip on Ivar's hair slightly, stroking a finger over the side of his head that he had shaved with Ivar earlier today before the party. It felt soft, and despite the situation, Heahmund couldn't turn away the thought of how lucky he actually was to have Ivar by his side.

"Yes, my cab. I drove him home and put him in his bed. He couldn't walk any more than you could."

"Did... Was he hitting on you? That little rat..."

"Ivar no, he's your brother. And unlike you, he never pukes his guts out," Heahmund said, the corners of his mouth twisting into a wry grin.

"He must have fallen into a bowl of vodka as a kid too, he's... what's the word... when you're... immune, yeah," Ivar said; his voice was slightly hoarse, raspy. His hands inevitably still clutched at the toilet bowl.

Heahmund laughed. "Like Obelix falling into the magic potion when he was a kid?"

"Yes. Oohhh Heahmund, can we watch Asterix and Obelix? Please. Now."

"After you throw up until you don’t have to anymore - then maybe."

"Maybe I'll puke again if you don’t let me watch it! Please!"

Heahmund lifted Ivar's face slightly and turned it to the light; he was not smudged, but still looked slightly pale. "On my account. Brush your teeth and then we can watch some more TV in bed."

"You're the best. My best." Ivar purred, and Heahmund helped him to his feet.

It was always an act until he got Ivar and his drunken head ready for bed. Brushing his teeth always became a race for Heahmund, because Ivar had a habit of constantly running around with the toothbrush in his mouth, spilling all the little drops of toothpaste wherever he happened to be standing; once Heahmund had to grab him lightly by the collar to keep him from running into a closet door. But somehow, he managed to get Ivar into bed dressed in his boxers, while the boy snuggled up quietly, sighing as Heahmund searched for Asterix and Obelix on Netflix.

"Ah, see, they even have it. And I bet you fall asleep after five minutes," Heahmund said, amused; his arms wrapped tighter around Ivar, and Ivar hummed softly.

"I can't think of a better place than here. Oh my God, you are so the king of Disney. If we have pancakes again tomorrow, I'm going to drop to my knees right now and give you a blowjob while we're still in the kitchen."

Heahmund let out an amused laugh; his fingers gently ran through Ivar's hair, and out of the corner of his eyes he saw the boy's eyes slowly grow heavier. He pressed a soft kiss to Ivar's forehead, feeling with a grin how the hand on his chest curled up in pleasure.

It was moments like these that made Heahmund feel like there was nothing better in the world than falling asleep with Ivar in his arms. No matter if he was drunk now or not.

The next morning, Ivar slept late; Heahmund came into the room around noon, armed with a glass of water and two aspirin. He smiled when he saw Ivar lying in bed, softly lit by the morning sun, the blanket wrapped around his body like a wild snake.

"Good morning, snore nose." Heahmund said, and Ivar furrowed his brows. His eyes fluttered open briefly, then right back shut.

"My head, oh my God... What... ah fuck, I think I've got a hangover." he muttered; he rolled slightly away from the light of the morning sun and fixed his eyes on Heahmund, who sat down at the edge of the bed and handed him the glass of water and the aspirin.

"You are the best, Heahmund. Heaven sent an angel, my personal savior from hangover hell," he added; Heahmund watched him take the aspirin with a slightly puckered face.

"Well, after the 10 vodka shots with Hvitserk, eventually the fun was over. You two just don't know when to stop," Heahmund said, amused; he took the glass from Ivar when he had taken both pills.

"I'm never drinking again." Ivar grunted; his hands went to Heahmund's arm, tugging lightly, and Heahmund let himself be pulled into bed with a slight grin.

"Of course. What are you up to?"

Ivar smiled mischievously; his hands ran curiously under Heahmund's T-shirt, exploring the warm skin there; their eyes met, and Ivar pulled the older man down into a soft, warm kiss.

"I must say thank you, huh?" Ivar hummed warmly against his lips; Heahmund kissed him a second time, more demanding than before. Ivar groaned softly as Heahmund's lips traveled down his neck, kissed his larynx.

"At that, pancakes are waiting for you in the kitchen," Heahmund whispered against Ivar's neck; his tongue went to the softly throbbing artery, tasting the warm and good-smelling skin there.

Ivar's fingers clawed at his neck, and he exhaled deeply.

"They can wait. I need some of your body first."

[floreleine]

For the Gunpowder Milkshake short fic ideas

Perhaps Madeleine gets ambushed at the library when it's just her there and Florence arrives to find her unconscious and the men who did it trying to rob the library, so Florence kills the men (maybe with her chain?) And quickly takes Madeleine to the bedroom and tries to remain calm as she attempts to wake her up and assess the damage. Only when Madeleine wakes up, she has to comfort Florence who breaks down?

(Don't feel pressured to write this or anything, just thought it would be interesting. Love your writing ❤️)

Aww thank you so much! <3

This took me ages to get back to and I still only have the first part now, but I'll ads the Madeleine comforting Florence for Ao3 one of these days, promise!

~1k, T for canon typical violence

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Madeleine is tired. She has worked a double shift in the library because Anna May is away for the week and Florence had to go to a meet just when she was supposed to take over from Madeleine, and while she had been able to stay up for longer than this in her youth, now having to stay awake and alert for so many hours in a row is taking a toll on her.

At nightfall, Madeleine has started doing inventory instead of staying at the front desk, knowing that if she sat down, she might fall asleep, and she can't risk that without completely closing the library first - and that would be bad for business, the librarians pride themselves on their reputation of being available at (almost) all hours.

Pushing a heavy tome back into its place on the shelf, Madeleine can't help swaying forward and leaning her head against the book's spine. She will just close her eyes for a moment - she'll hear when the front door opens, for sure...

What feels like a moment later, there is a sudden movement next to her, and while Madeleine's quick instincts allow her to duck away from the first blow, the second lands as intended, and she falls down to her knees - then, everything goes dark.

~

Florence twists her head to the left with a satisfying cracking sound, then repeats the movement in the other direction. She is exhausted and feels incredibly stiff from sitting in an uncomfortable chair bend over paperwork for so long, but she is also glad that it is over and the negotiations went well.

Is this how people working in office buildings feel like every day? She is glad that she won't ever have to find out. Even front desk duty is always an annoying chore to Florence, she's quite happy to leave it to Anna May or Madeleine whenever possible, and takes her guns to be cleaned or chains and knives to polish when she does have to sit at the desk.

Now, however, she is happy to get back to the library - even if it means taking Madeleine's place at the front desk for a bit while the other gets some sleep. It's home, she (hopefully) won't have to discuss business with any idiots unless they have certain clients come visit, and Madeleine's desk chair is a lot more comfortable than those at the diner... Plus, she will get to kiss Madeleine hello before sending her off to bed.

With a smile, Florence pushes open the door of the side entrance - and immediately knows that something is wrong.

If asked, she couldn't even say exactly what gave her the idea - just a feeling, a change in the air, and she takes her small handgun and slips the handle of knife into her left hand before she creeps forward, staying in the shadow of the high shelves as she slowly moves further into the library.

Madeleine isn't at her desk, nor is she by the ladder on a shelf where she must have been doing inventory or looked for a book to lend.

There are voices coming from an alcove - stranger's voices, and Florence quickly moves closer so she can understand what's being said, putting away her knife and slipping a chain out of its hiding place between two shelves instead, careful not to let it rattle.

"...what we need, but what about her?"

"What about her?"

"We can't - she's seen my face, at least! She'll know it's us! We're in deep shit with the boss if he -"

"We're in deeper shit if he finds out we killed a fucking librarian, he does business with them!"

At the word 'killed', Florence sees red. She doesn't care that it looks like they are inclined not to kill a librarian right now - they considered hurting Madeleine, taking her away from her, and that is all she needs to know.

~

It doesn't take long.

Florence sees Madeleine on the ground between the trespassers, haphazardly tied up at her wrists and ankles, and her eyes are closed - and she is filled with such worry and rage, her opponents don't even have the time to react before they are riddled with bullet holes, strangulated with her chain around their necks or, in the last case, stabbed with a knife that had been aimed at her.

She will take care of Madeleine, protect her, always.

Anyone who gets in her way will have hell to pay.

~~~

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[story-thief]

MHA/BNHA X READER (SHRUNK): CHAPTER 2 - Tiny Kirishima x Y/N.

Info--------------------

Y/N- Age: 16, Hight: 5'5", Gender: female, Quirk: Mind Reading, Class: 1-A

AU- None, Domestic fluff

Relationship background: You and Eijiro have been dating for quite some time now and are extremely close. ___________________________

It was early in the morning and Eijiro Kirishima had decided to go for a short walk before school started. UA was still asleep or just waking up, along with the majority of the city at that time. The red-headed boy couldn't help but hum to himself softly as he wandered the plot around the high school dorms. He liked nature far more than the city, though he loved both, and as such, he liked to take a short lap around the campus before starting his day.

The grass padded gently underfoot as he neared the end of his stroll, and that's when something caught his eye. It was a patch of bright blue and purple flowers covered in a very curious design, Kirishima had never seen anything like them. "Woah!!" He chimed excitedly as he squatted down to give them a closer inspection. The flowers were very extravagant despite their small size, looking as if the worlds most talented and skilled artist had done each one by hand. Seeing them made him think of his girlfriend, (Y/N)!

Kirishima blushed lightly as she came to mind, he'd have to show these to her after school, he was sure she'd love them!!!

Ecstatically, he reached down and gently picked a few, smelling them. They were sweet like fresh fruit. Upon reaching the pavement of the dorm's grounds he soaked in a little more of the morning's crisp atmosphere. As he took a deep breath he was quickly overcome with a strong sensation of vertigo. Stumbling lightly he shook his head briskly, blinking rapidly, surprised by the sudden tiredness. "What the-??" He coughed. What was that!? His body was probably still trying to get up and going, he'd be fine, he thought as he shook it off, flowers still in hand as he marched toward the building doors.

As he walked in, the teen boy felt another strong wave of dizziness and fatigue hit him hard. Geez, why'd he feel so out of sorts all of the sudden he was fine though, right?! Kirishima ignored the sudden change and attempted to keep walking, successfully making it up the stairs and to his room.

Opening the door, he felt unsteady on his feet. The red head made his way over to his bed where he plopped down to stop for a quick breather. What was going on??! Did he just not get enough sleep and it was only just now getting to him??? Gripping his head in his hands, he glanced over at his clock to see how much time he had. It was only 7:20am, he could probably squeeze in another forty-five minutes to an hour with plenty of time to get ready.

Eijiro flopped backwards onto his bed, eye lids getting heavier and heavier till eventually the world went dark.

****

(Y/N) chirped and talked excitedly with Tsue and Uraraka before class started. It was about five minutes or so till it was time, and it was only then that she realized that Eijiro was no where to be found. "Hey Bakugo!" She called to the grumpy blond who only turned around in his chair to glare back at her. "Have you seen Eijiro at all today??" The young girl asked him, to which he responded curtly, "Tch- How should I know??? The dumb idiot probably missed his stupid alarm." He grumbled, turning away from her to stare straightforward.

(Y/N) furrowed her brows, weird.... he didn't typically cut it this close...something must be wrong. She worried as concern flashed her features. "hmm, I'll be right back!!" She called as she dashed out the door, Iida's protests could be heard as she jogged off.

Quickly pulling herself along, she moved from the school to the dorms; she then made her way to the boy's dorm halls. She swiftly and easily found Kiri's door, her quirk picking up on his brainwaves which were surprisingly relaxed and passive for how outgoing and high energy he was.

Easing his door open, (Y/N) was met by a dark, empty room. Wait- where was he?? "Eijie...????" She called softly, slowly walking in. "Eijiroooooo~~???" She whispered quietly before flicking on the lights.

The room was indeed empty and tidy with the exception of his clothes strewn lazily across his bed. “Weird... where’d he go?!” She wondered aloud, walking further into the room. She could sense him near by, so where was he??? “KIRISHIMA!” She called one last time, causing something to stir.

Motion caught Atashame’s eye and she looked down at the clothes on the bed to see a tiny lump the size of a rat or a mouse moving under the shirt. “WHAT THE-?!”

****

Kirishima slept peacefully in what felt like a large warm mass of blankets when something woke him. “KIRISHIMA!!!!!” He heard a familiar voice call loudly, startling him awake.

As he opened his eyes and looked around he couldn’t quite make out where he was. All he could see was-.... red cloth? He squirmed around trying to find the opening to whatever or wherever he was. “WHAT THE-?!” He heard the same voice again, only now he was able to recognize who it belonged to. “(Y/N)?!” He asked looking around, still confused as to where on earth he was.

”K-KIRISHIMA?!” He heard her exclaim, “Yeah! Where are you?! Where am I?!” He replied, still crawling through the endless ocean of fabrics. “I-Is that really you?!” She asked again, only confusing him more, why’d she sound so confused, what was going on, AND WHERE ON THIS BLASTED EARTH WAS HE?!

”Yes it’s me!!! (Y/N), what’s going on?!” He yelled, growing weary. Suddenly the fabric opened just enough to pop out his head.

****

(Y/N) watched in absolute disbelief as the lump crawled around confusedly. It sounded as if it were Eijiro, but how in the galaxy would he have gotten that small??! She couldn’t wait any longer....

She tentatively reached out and opened the shirt from the neck collar, tossing it back a little, still nervous of what she might find. As the shirt fell back, a tiny head with frazzled, staticky red hair popped out.

What?

The girl was stunned, IT REALLY WAS HIM!!!! AND HE WAS NO BIGGER THAN AN IPHONE!

His little head looked around, blinking in the bright light. “(Y/N)??” He asked again still trying to make out what all he was looking at, his complete size difference making everything seem so foreign.

Things finally registered and (Y/N) finally came to grip that this was indeed, reality. “YOURE SO SMALL!!!!” She cried. Eijiro winced at the loud noise, eyes going wide as he worked to look at her, “WOAH!!! YOURE HUGE!!!” He squeaked back, his voice only slightly softer and higher than normal.

(Y/N) shook her head briskly, “NO, YOU SHRUNK!!!” She exclaimed, gesturing to the rest of the room. Kirishima sat up and looked around, the shirt still draped across him. “WH- YOURE RIGHT?!” He exclaimed, falling back over from the sheer surprise.

(Y/N) reached her hand out in an offering for him to climb on before realizing that-... his clothes were on the bed..... and he was inside of them... which would naturally mean-

“WAIT!!! YOURE WEARING CLOTHES RIGHT?!” She yelled, turning bright red. The little man moved to cover his ears again at her loud yelling before processing what she said. With wide eyes, he quickly looked down at himself which was still covered by the shirt, to see that he was, indeed, naked. “Uh- No not really!!” He admitted, wrapping the shirt tighter around himself, a rose color tinting his cheeks. He looked up at her sheepishly, “Y-you don’t happen to have any kind of tiny clothing... do you?” He asked in embarrassment.

“No, I don- WAIT!!! I MIGHT!!!!” She exclaimed running out of the room, leaving the little red head on the bed.

****

Aaaaaaaaaand she was gone. Kirishima was left in his room by himself. He stood and began walking around on the mattress, still trying to get a gage at both his current hight and at the reality of the situation. This was a dream right?? What happened?/ He was fine this morning!! As he did, he heard footsteps returning. "CRUD!-" He then dove for the cover of his shirt, his head poking out, just as (Y/N) had left him.

He watched the giantess come skipping in, "Tah-dah!!!!" She exclaimed cheerfully, holding up a doll's outfit. The was a red T-shirt and ripped shorts, along with black leggings that had been cut to create makeshift boxers. Eijiro lit up, surprised she even had the stuff! "Its so manly!!!" he exclaimed happily. "Here!! I'll uh- heh, I'll give you a moment of privacy...." She chuckles, tossing him the clothes and turning around.

The tiny bean of a child takes them gratefully and ducks back under his original clothes to change. He soon comes out fully dressed,  toothy smile and all. "This is awesome!!" He laughs, "O-Oh!! Im decent, you can look now!!" He tells her, signaling her that it was safe.

She turned around and was met by the most gracious darn adorable thing she had ever seen in her life. "AAAAAAAAWWWWWWWW!" She couldn't help but squeal at the precious sight. "You're so tiny and cute!!!" (Y/N) giggled hysterically. Eijiro blushed lightly at her reaction. "Hey!!"

****

What (Y/N) saw before her was truly an image from heaven. There he stood, proud and small, dressed in the clothes her dolls had been wearing previously, hair a fluffy, wacky, tussled mess, sharp, sharky smile shining a bright glow, and best of all, He was so tiny, he could easily fit on her hand, shoulder, pocket, you name it!!! It was simply too much adorableness for her and she could no longer help herself.

She eagerly held out her hands as if asking his permission, to which she was granted as he carefully climbed on, wrapping his minuscule hands around her thumb as she lifted him. "You're so stincon lincon cuuuuuuuuuteeeee~~~~" She giggled, looking him up and down as he sat cross legged on her palm. He blushed more, scratching the back of his neck. "Well, I'm glad you're enjoying it so much!" He laughed. "How did this happen?!" you ask, sitting on his bed where he once stood.

"I- I don't know.... I felt sick at one point so i decided to lie down and get some more rest and well- I only woke up when you came in and I was already small!!" He explained. "Huh-.... Well... you know, Recovery Girl might- OH NO WE'RE LATE FOR CLASS!!!" She cried, standing quickly and knocking him over as he gripped onto her hand for dear life. "Woah!!" He cried, startled by all the sudden movement. "Oh no, I'm so sorry!!" She apologized, “I keep forgetting....” she admitted embarrassedly.

The tiny boy shakily sat up, giving her the same determined smile as his little body quivered from the adrenaline shock. “Don’t worry about me!” He exclaimed hardening himself in her hand as he grinned up at her. The giantess smiled back though she was still very apologetic. "I should still be more careful though, i'm just glad you're alright." She told him with a relieved sigh.

"Let's go see Recovery Girl about this first..." (Y/N) suggested, him only nodding in response. "Here.. Uh..." The girl then began looking herself up and down, trying to find a suitable spot to place him. Kirishima quickly caught on, "I can just ride on your shoulder!!!" He suggested, which she silently hoped he would. "Sure!!" (Y/N) chimed.

She tried the awkward motion of keeping her palm facing up while trying to make it easier for him to get to her shoulder. In short, he almost fell.

Once he was comfortably standing onto her shoulder they headed for the infirmary. "I really hope this can be fixed...." (Y/N) half muttered, slight worry crossing her features. The tiny shark on her shoulders only nodded as she opened the door and walked inside.

The sweet, short old woman known as Recovery Girl was tiding up the place when they came in, possibly after a different patient. "Oh!! Hello (L/N)!" She greeted, "Aren't you supposed to be in class?? What's wrong!!" She asked, apparently not noticing Kirishima's current state.

”I’m fine thanks! Um, I’m actually worried about this little guy....” She chuckled, turning her shoulder more toward the old woman, showing off her minuscule classmate. “Oh!!!” She cried, startled to see him like that. “What ever happened??” She asked the two. “We don’t know.....” “I just woke up like this...” they both commented.

Recovery girl thought for a bit, “Well what did you do in the last bit of time before it happened???” She asked, (Y/N) turning to look at Eijiro best she could whilst he thought. “Well, when I first woke up this morning, I was normal sized and I went for a walk around the campus grounds...” he recounted, “then when I came back to the dorms I suddenly got really dizzy and nauseous.” He finished.

The old woman placed a hand on her chin, “hmmm was there anything out of the ordinary or slightly different as opposed to other days??” She asked, making him think for a minute.

”Not that I remember- Wait!- I think, YES! I remember near the end of my walk there were these flowers!! I’ve never seen them before!” He exclaimed quickly, earning an interested look from Recovery Girl. “Were they blue and purple with little white designs?!” She asks, “YES THEY WERE HOW'D YOU KNOW!?!” “Wait have you dealt with them before?” (Y/N) asked after Kirishima.

The little woman let out a long sigh, “Yes I have, they’re a nuisance those things...” she grumbled, “Eating or inhaling them have the same effect, only eating will cause it to last longer,...” She explained. “And as I’m sure you’ve noticed so far, they make you shrink. The effects will ware off after a little more or less than 24 hours, depending on how much of it you took in, otherwise it can’t be helped.” The woman finished illuminating the situation for them, “I’ll send someone out to exterminate them in a bit.” She says, “For now I believe you two have classes to be attending.” She says, handing them a pass that explains where they’ve been, most likely for Aizawa Sensei. “Oh- ok then!! Thank you!!” They both called as she shooed them out the door.

“Looks like you’ll be like this for the rest of the day!” (Y/N) comments to him as they walk to their home classroom. Kirishima, still smiling ear to ear just shrugs, “I’m honestly excited about it!! Sounds like I’ll be fine, so I think this could be pretty fun!” He tells her to which she snickers, opening the class door. “Heyo! were back!”

****

Being small wasn’t all that bad! Eijiro got to sit on his girlfriend’s shoulder and desk throughout all the classes and while he didn’t admit this out loud, not having to take notes was actually kinda nice!!! And when lunch rolled around, Lunch Rush even made him a tiny dish just for himself!

Yet despite all this, Hero training classes for that day were called off, much to the little rock’s disappointment, leaving the two of them the entire afternoon.....

“So what do you wanna go do??” Eijiro asked as they flopped on the couches of the common room, little Kiri sprawled on her stomach. (Y/N) shrugged, “Well, before you shrunk I had a date planned for today...” She half asks, looking down at him with a soft smile. Kirishima perked up immediately, “REALLY?! WELL LETS GO!! WHO’S TO SAY WE CANT STILL HAVE FUN!?!?” He yells enthusiastically, standing now as he smashes his little baby fists together. (Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh, knocking him off his feet.

Gracious she was beautiful.

And the size difference only seemed to emphasize everything amazing about her despite how people said it typically brought out every imperfection.... maybe that’s what he liked so much about her, that both he and she were so different yet similar, they completed each other in so many ways, every quirk and goofy thing about her just seemed so amazing to him.

”Eijie??”

Oops!! He must’ve gotten lost in thought!!

”Oh yeah!! Sorry, I spaced off for a minute!” He laughed with a blush, scratching the back of his neck. (Y/N)'s face lit up with a smile, “It’s ok!! Just noticed you seemed somewhere else!” She grinned, sitting up some.

As she offered her hand, the little red head climbed on, beaming up at her. "So where are we going!?" He asked excitedly. "I just guess you'll have to see!!" She teased, slipping her shoes on and jogging out the door with him still on her shoulder, using her ear as support and not fall.

After some nice small talk about random things and the events of the day, they soon arrived at the train station. "Come ooooonnnnnn you've gotta tell me!!! We're going on the train, man!!" The little man begged. "Nooo, That ruins the surprise!!" She responded, determined not to tell, just as much as he was to find out.

Coming to a bench, (Y/N) stopped to sit down and wait for their ride. As they did two little girls and their mother sat beside them.

Kirishima pouted on (Y/N)'s shoulder, trying to plot on how to get her to reveal their destination. As he did it was only out the corner of his eye that he saw a giant hand reaching for him. As he moved to react it wrapped its fingers around his upper half and face. “ACK-?!” He let out a muffled cry as he kicked and pushed at the hand gripping him.

****

(Y/N) was preoccupied looking up details about her and Eijiro’s date on her phone, which she held next to her hip on the opposite side of Kirishima so he couldn’t see. So much so that she didn’t even notice when the two little girls plucked him up and began playing with him excitedly like they would a doll.

“Alright Eijiro!!!” She chimes, turning off her phone and turing her head expecting to see him on her shoulder only to see a couple of girls practically torturing the poor little guy. “Oh my heavens!!!! Um, you need to give me him back!!!” She told them, reaching for her boyfriend. “No!” One cried, holding him out and away from (Y/N). “Excuse me, Madam???” She panicked and got the attention of the woman who seemed to be absorbed in something on her own device. The woman startled when (Y/N) rapidly tapped her shoulder, “Hi!!! Yeah- um that’s mine and your little girls seem to not want to give it back!!!” She quickly told, terrified they might smother him.

Their mother reacted swiftly, “Lina, Haru!!!” She scolded, “If that’s not yours then you need to give it back!” She chided.

The girls looked down each and apologized, handing the limp little form back to (Y/N). “Thank you!” She said quickly, cupping him tenderly in her hands as he gasped for breath the moment the tiny fingers released.

The mother startled upon seeing that Kirishima was alive and not some other little doll of sorts. “Oh dear me!!!!” She cried, “Is that thing alive?!” She asked in disbelief.

(Y/N) didn’t answer, too occupied in making sure her shrunken boyfriend was alright. “Kiri are you ok?!” She cried, subconsciously holding her breath as he sucked in every possible one he could.

The tiny shark gave a weak smile and a thumbs up, still coughing and choking on each breath.

“I am so sorry!!!!” The mother apologized again, still absolutely dumbfounded. “It’s ok!” Eijiro croaked, “Dont worry about it, I’m fine!!” He added, trying his best to put the giantesses about him at ease.

The little girls just stayed quiet, looking terribly sorry, but too shy and ashamed to say anything.

It was then that their train arrived, quite busily too. “I think he’ll be ok, it my fault for not paying better attention....” (Y/N) reassures, supporting the shakey tiny in her hands as she got up and began heading for the train. “Oh my heavens!!! Are you ok?!” She asked again once they were out of earshot. Eijiro did actually seem alright now and he nodded, “Yeah! Just scared me, I wasn’t expecting that!” He says cheerily despite the fact that his body is still clearly vibrating. “Yeah me neither, and honestly I’m kinda worried about being on here....” (Y/N) admitted as they climbed onto the train and began looking for a seat. “Do you have anywhere safe you’d feel comfortable letting me sit??” Eijiro asked, cocking his little head to the side.

(Y/N) looked herself up and down, “Would you be ok in a pocket??” She asked him, using her thumb of her other hand to pull open one of her front pockets on her pants.

Kirishima lit up and smiled, “Yeah!! I don’t mind that!!!” He chirped. She smiled warmly at this, lowering her hand so he could climb in. She watched with slight amusement as he awkwardly tried to slip inside, swinging one leg, then the other, and completely disappearing from sight as she could feel him drop down inside.

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As Eijiro slipped into the pocket he wasn’t honestly expecting such deep pockets, like who needs pockets this big?!

Luckily the pocket was loose and he was able to wiggle around, trying to find how to best be comfortable. It took a while but the mini man finally settled. It was like a giant warm cocoon of blankets!! Enough so.... that.... he began... to......... drift....... off~~.....

"Hey! Kiri!!" Kirishima awoke to something very large nudging his side softly, "Hmm?! Huh???"  He muttered, blinking in confusion as he tried to figure out where he was. He found himself in a warm, dark, and cushioned room that swayed steadily back and forth. And he quite frankly didn't remember entering it... "Eijiro!!" (Y/N)'s voice broke his thoughts, and that's when realization struck him. He had fallen asleep in his girlfriend's pocket on the train. "What??" He asked, squirming to peek his head out the pocket and up at her.

She giggled upon seeing his fluffy little head emerge. "Did you seriously fall asleep??" She laughed, walking through the station as she climbed off the train. "Maybe?" He grinned back up at her, "Wait, wait, give me your hand!!" He cheered, already getting out of the pocket, "Woah!! Geez little dude, are you trying to fall and get crushed!?" The young girl exclaimed, stumbling slightly as she tried to catch him.

Kirishima ignored her question and wasted no time in climbing her arm, pulling himself up to her shoulder. "SO WHERE ARE WE HEADED!?" He eagerly bounced, ecstatic to finally be getting to see what she had in store. (Y/N) couldn't help but grin at his enthusiasm.

(Y/N) walked out of the station and down the street, people they passed giving shocked, startled and amazed looks at the enthusiastic little bean that bounced relentlessly on his girlfriend’s shoulder.

As the building came to view, Kirishima let out a gasp. “NO WAY!!!” He cried, his sharky little smile growing wider than his face could handle.

(Y/N) lost herself in laughter over his reaction, the place she had taken him was a new restaurant. It had only been open a week and it already had some of the highest ratings in the area. And best of all, they were famous for their numerous meat dishes. Kirishima had been talking about wanting to go ever since it was announced that one would be built here.

”If you like it enough, we can always come back when your bigger and can eat more!!” She told him, to which he eagerly nodded.

She pressed the door open and walked in. They were then seated at a table for one, in an outside area underneath a covering. “Wow!! This is actually really nice!!” (Y/N) chirped, Kirishima waddling carefully down her arm to sit on the table before slipping and sliding the rest of the way, which he quickly shook off, adding his own excited comment, "I know right!?" He cried, "I've been looking forward to this for a long time!!" He yelled, absolutely hyped, per usual.

Not too long after they had sat down a waiter came over to take their order. "Good evening ma'am, my name is Akio!! I'll be your server tonight!!!" he hummed, giving her a charming smile. Kirishima silently grew jealous, frustrated that his lack of size made him invisible, and therefore his girlfriend a target for this young fellow. (Y/N) on the other hand seemed to pay it no mind, "Ah!! Thank you!!" She responded politely as she would under any occasion, yet it only grew the miniature man's jealousy.

"Are you ready to order or do you need a little longer??" He asked, still very clearly into her. "I think we'll wait a little longer!! For now could I get a water??" she asked. Akio gave her a confused blink when she said 'we' but shook it off, "of course!!" he chimed, moving to walk off before (Y/N) glanced down, "What do you want to drink??" She asked Kirishima, confusing the waiter even further, "I'm sorry me-??" he turned around, seeing that she was not looking at him, but down by her folded arms that rested on the table. And there his eyes met the tiny crimson ones of Eijiro, who gave him a quick look before returning to his bright and happy demeanor and answered the giantess. "Wanna just share a strawberry lemonade?!" he chimed, to which the girl seemed to perk up at, "Oooo!! Actually that sounds great!!" she beamed, turning to face Akio, who was currently in a state of shock.

"I- He- He's alive!?" The server finally sputtered, "And so small!!! How?!" the man couldn't believe what he was looking at, causing (Y/N) to scratch the back of her head, "Right, I forgot that this would still startle people,... I feel bad I've kinda gotten used to you like this..." She laughed to Eijiro who smiled back, "I know right?? Anyways, its a long story!!" He told the waiter who remained starstruck. The man nodded nonetheless, making his way off to go retrieve their drinks.

As soon as he left Kirishima felt better, he didn't like the look he was giving her, but now that the waiter knew the young girl wasn't alone he'd most likely lay off. "So what's the menu say?!" He asked merrily, rubbing his little hands together. (Y/N) couldn't help but giggle as he hopped onto the menu where she was trying to read, already looking at the kabobs. "OOOOO!!!!" He gasped at a specific option that he was definitely getting! It was an assorted kabob of fish, shrimp, beef, pork, and chicken, some vegetables like tomato, cabbage, and beets. "I know what Im gonna eat!!" He cheered hugrily, mouth watering madly. "What about you??" He asked, his smile like a tiny sun glaring up at her. "Well, I think i'll figure it out once I can see what's there!!" She teased, gently grabbing the back cuff of his shirt between her two fingers and setting him down, off the menu. "Sorry!" He sheepishly chuckled, wriggling briefly at first but going limp when he saw she was going to set him back down. She then couldn't resist the urge to ruffle his soft hair with her index finger. "Hey!! You know that's hard to fix!!!!" He whined at the motion, gently pushing her finger away with his tiny hands. (Y/N) just grinned wider, suppressing a giggle.

"I'll probably just get a Katsudon!!!" she told him as their waiter was returning with the drink. He brought a little shot glass that was filled with some of the drink. (Y/N) thanked him before telling him their orders. they agreed that Kirishima would get the meal normal sized and they'd just take whatever he didn't eat to go. Soon they were enjoying some of the best food they had ever had.

Surprisingly Kirishima had managed to eat an entire kabob, but given the fact that he was a human vacuum, it didn't startle her too much.

After dinner they went for a walk, making their way down the streets of the area, more wandering about rather than having a set goal in mind. "Today's been really crazy..." The hero in training commented with a laugh as she waltzed one of the area's public park walkways with her boyfriend perched behind her ear. He liked the spot as it was more secure than just sitting on her shoulder and he got to mess with her hair. "But very manly!!" He added, braiding a couple strands. "Yeah!! It has!!" She agreed as they made their way back to the station. As they walked, (Y/N) spotted an ice cream cart. "Ooo!! Hey, wanna get a quick treat before we head back to the dorms?!" She asked him, feeling as he quickly stood, gripping onto some of her hair for balance.

"YES!" "OW,OW,OW,OW,OW!! KIRI THAT HURTS!!" "Agh-!! S-Sorry!!" he quickly apologized, letting go, therefore losing his balance and quickly falling. "Woah!!" "Eijiro!!!" Atashame caught him before he hit the pavement, "Jeez...." She muttered, taking a slow breath after the heart attack she had just received. "Y-You ok?!" She asked, pressing a hand to her chest as if to calm her heart beat and breathing. He just nodded, giving her another shaky smile like before. "Well I'm just glad you're alright..." She sighed before lifting him up to her face and planting a kiss on his small, soft head. He blushed and smiled radiantly as she pulled away, leaning up to return the gesture on her large nose, causing her heart to flutter. He was just so sweet and precious, and huggable, and squishy, and soft, and adorable, and fluffy, and ahhhhhhhh~~~~  (Y/N) couldn't help but think to herself, subconsciously squealing and hugging him to her cheek, lost in her own thoughts. "Ack- don't crush me!!" Kirishima laughed as he hugged her back.

She finally pulled away, "Sorry, I couldn't help myself!!" her tiny boyfriend grinned mischievously before jumping from her hand to sit on her nose and better hug her face. "Hey, I wasn't done hugging you!!" he half pouted, earning another soft giggly squeal from his giant girlfriend. "Ok, now Im satisfied!! You give very manly face hugs." He declared proudly, grabbing the hair atop her head to pull himself up her face. "Ow! Eijiro I just told you that hurts!!" She flinched, hovering her hands just below him as if for him to jump down but he ignored her, eventually climbing up and onto her head where he sat proudly. "Sorry, but I really wanted to try siting here!!" He told her as she could only smile at his silly antics.

"Alright what flavor?!" She asked him as she walked over to the cart. "hmmm.... How about fudge and vanilla!" He suggested, "Really?? Just fudge and vanilla??" She laughed, "Yeah!! Its a classic!!" He complained back, slightly put out by her silent judgement. "ok, ok, that's a good point, I will admit." She gave in as they came up on the cart.

"Could I get a soft serve mix of fudge and vanilla??" (Y/N) asked the man as he served them up in a small paper cup. He nodded and handed her the soft frozen treat, not really noticing the tiny man on her head at first before taking a double take as the two walked off to find a park bench to sit on.

They soon came up on a decent bench, and (Y/N) sat down carefully as to not knock the itty bitty shark off her head. "Alright!" She grinned eagerly, "Ready??" She asked him, feeling the pitter patter of tiny hands and feet crawling toward the front of her head. "HECK YEAH!!!" He cheered, just as excited, if not then more. "Catch!!!!" He yelled taking yet his third leap of faith. "DUDE!!! STOP JUMPING!!!" she cried in surprise as his tiny little form went hurdling from above yet again.

Kirishima just laughed wildly as the soft, warm cushion of his beloved girlfriend's delicate hands caught him, cupping up around him protectively. "No more. I revoke your rights!! You keep giving me heart attacks!!!" (Y/N) scolded, completely cupping her hands around his tiny warm body. "Wha-!? Hey!!!" He squawked, trying to press against her hands in retaliation, "You can't do that!!" He protested, squirming around trying various different ways to wiggle his way out of her grasp. "Well I just did!!" She quickly shot back before she was startled by something warm and wet running itself across her fingers. "A- ARE YOU LICKING ME!?" She asked in loud disbelief, hands flinching for a brief moment to lessen her grip on the tiny man-child who stopped briefly as a chorus of tiny, mischievous giggles came muffled from her cupped hands. "SO UNCOOL!!" She added before a sharp needle-like pricking registered with her. "DID YOU JUST BITE ME!?" She cried again, this time hesitating in her grasp just enough for him to poke his head and arms out. He was a laughing mess.

Much like a worm he continued to wriggle through her fingers. "Oh no you don't Mr!!!" She scoffed, reaching a second hand to grab him, just his arms and the topmost parts of his fluffy red hair poking out of the top of her fist, just his legs kicking wildly as he refused to yield. "Ha! Gatcha!!!" (Y/N) spoke too soon when he began to plant his feet against the base of her fist and he slide out of her hand, slipping out of his shirt too in the process.

And now she had a tiny, shirtless boyfriend running across her lap and the park bench as she tried desperately to stop him.

Oh brother.

"Kirishimaaaa~~~" The girl whined, grabbing him by the ankle and quickly bringing him up to be eye level with her as she glared at him. "What do you have to say for yourself??" She asked as he tried desperately to atop laughing, "You're beautiful and that was awesome!!!" He finally answered, tears running up his face from laughing so hard and being held upside down by his foot. (Y/N) couldn't stay even remotely put out if she wanted too and soon she too was laughing as she set him back down on her knee, planting a loving kiss on his head again. "So are we gonna eat this or are we just gonna let it melt??" She finally inquired, still grinning at him as he caught his breath.

Smiling his wide, toothy smile, he finally nodded in response. "Yes!!" He added a vocal reply, still quite excited from their little wrestling thing. "You wanna try it first??" She asked, scooping a small amount of the frozen dessert out of the cup. Kirishima nodded, reaching for the large spoon, leaning to take a bite off of it before (Y/N) moved the spoon forward so he'd be able to reach better from where he was. And so, The tiny red head got a face full of cream.

"OOP-" (Y/N) exclaimed as she accidentally shoved the sweet into his face. Kirishima popped is head out of the large spoonful, taking a moment to process what had just happened. "PPFFFFTttttttt-!!" The girl was soon lost in laughter over the sight of his stuned face completely slathered in gelato. "Um, I think you have a little something-" She tried to manage through her laughs.

Eijiro finally grinned, starting to laugh with her, "Maybe I should hold the spoon." He told her, wiping the ice cream from his face and onto his hands, and then into his mouth. "Its good though!" He piped up again through a full mouth. (Y/N) finally calmed herself, grabbing a napkin that they had also received from the vendor. "Here let me help." She offered, using the paper cloth to gently wipe and clean his face. "Better?" "Yeah thanks man!"

(Y/N) Then tucked away the napkin and they were able to enjoy the rest of the treat, taking turns taking bites, Kirishima at one point or another got his revenge, slapping a dollop of the treat onto her face. "Eijiro!" She exclaimed as he chuckled. The rest of the walk went nicely after they were able to sufficiently clean sticky hands.

After another warm pocket ride on the train, they walked to the dorms, both happy but tired from the long day. It was late when they got back as well, meaning it was dark and they were both feeling sleepy. Walking into the dorm building, they were met by friends who were eager to hear about the date, tease, and poke fun at the couple.

"Hey Eijiro?? Do you want me to just drop you off in your room??" (Y/N) asked after they were away from the others. Her minuscule boyfriend bit his lip seeming unsure. "Well... I don't really want to be alone while I'm this size..." He admitted, "Could-... Could i maybe stay with you for the night??" He asked her sheepishly, a bright pink glow lighting his features like a lantern. His girlfriend could only smile, her heart swelling in her chest, "Of course Baby!" She comforted, and began heading back to her room.

After opening the door, (Y/N) very gently set the little man down on her bed before grabbing a pair of folded clothes off her dresser, "Here, get comfy!! Im going to go change." She told him before heading into the bathroom.

After she left, Kirishima bee-lined for the large fluffy pillow, jumping on it and sinking into its mushy surface, feeling very warm and secure as it smelled strongly of (Y/N), by far his favorite smell in the world. The bathroom lock soon after clicked and his girlfriend came out, dressed in modest, simple pajamas, a white top and light blue shorts. She looked around trying to find where he had gone before she noticed the tiny lump sprawled across her pillow. Letting a soft giggle escape, she crept quietly toward the bed, pulling herself onto it without disturbing him. She then promptly lied down, gently burying her face into the pillow, nuzzling the tiny man with her nose and forehead. Kirishima gives a soft "oof-" at this, startling him awake from his nodding off. (Y/N) rests the weight of her head on the pillow, still hugging it to her face, tiredly kissing Kiri's belly as it’s the closest thing to her lips. She then let a warm, airy sigh of exhaustion escape and wash over the little body, ruffling the clothes a little, mindful that the breeze isn’t in his face.

The little shark is delighted and surprised by the sleepy snuggles. He hugs the giantess's nose and kisses the closest spot he can reach, between her eyebrows, which he then begins to massage in a satisfying circular motion, hoping to coax the muscles into a softer expression and ease any tension there.

With a small smile curling at her lips, (Y/N) continues to plant very slow, gradual kisses on her little boyfriend's entire torso along with the side of his face, pausing now and then, almost as if she'd fall asleep with her lips on him and her face half atop the tiny.

With a tender expression of his own, Eijiro caresses the girl's nose and cheeks all the while, enjoying the love and attention. He felt like if they were the same size right then, (Y/N)’s head would be buried in his chest, and he would be petting her soft, well kept hair. He had to admit that it was strange to be the comforting bed for a giant, but still, he loved it. He noticed the giantess dozing off and his little beaming grin grew. It really had been a long day especially with the fun they had had, and snuggling sounded very very inviting.

(Y/N) was almost asleep when she felt his tiny hand pat her face, signaling her to let him out from under her face. "Mmmm- Sorry..." She giggled groggily, letting him scurry out from underneath her. the two then carefully situated themselves with (Y/N) on her side, curled around her tiny man who hugged to her large warm body.

(Y/N) had slept very soundly throughout the entirety of the night, and when she awoke, it was to the very soft warm golden glow of the sun stretching itself into the room through closed blinds. The sleepy girl didn't quite remember closing the blinds last night. As her eyes gently fluttered open, it came to her attention that Kirishima was not a tiny little bean anymore, but very much his normal hight as he wrapped himself around her. A bright blush that rivaled the color of her man's hair blossomed on her cheeks, ears, neck, and tops of her shoulders. She looked up at his peaceful face as he held her close in a spooning position, her being the little spoon. (Y/N) then noted that he had her sweats on, but remained shirtless, his body like a human heater. She smiled to herself and snuggled close to him. 

Truly one of the best days ever.

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A request for: Sunshine

i had a lot of fun writing this!!! Thank you to WinterKlover for being my beta reader and helping me sort my story to its finest!!!!! Keep up the cute requests!!! Ill be working on them as much as I can!!!! ____________________

Up next: ( ∆ requested, Ω inspiration)

∆~ Bakugo x tiny YN - Hot Pocket

∆~ Giant deku x YN - Baby Bird

∆~ Tiny Bakugo x YN - Dynamight!? More like Firecracker!!!

Ω~ Giant Kirishima x YN - The Crown Jewel

Ω~ Shoto x Tiny YN - Baby It's Cold Outside

Ω~ Tiny Deku x YN - Hickery Dickery Dock

Ω~ Bakugo x Tiny YN - Pest Control is For Pests

Ω~ Tiny Bakugo x YN - The Prize Fish

Ω~ Giant Kirishima x YN - Baby Shark

Ω~ Giant Kirishima x YN - The Big Bad Wolf

Ω~ Tiny Deku x YN - Peter Rabbit

Ω~ Tiny Bakugo x YN - He's A Pop-Rockin Pixie ___________________

let me know if you guys want some of these sooner than others, right now they are in the order of request and then inspiration. Requests willl come before inspiration.

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[yourpsychovengeance]

What I'm about to tell you is a true story. Please read until the end and share it to others to raise awareness.

⚠️ TW: R*PE, SU*C*DE ⚠️

⚠️ 18+ ⚠️

I was 5...

You're one of the people from church. You're a funny guy, I always enjoy your jokes and stories. One day you said you want to show me something good and I should follow you. I wish I haven't...

"Suck it, it's just a big lollipop."

"Yummy milk will come out, I promise."

"You wanna put it in here?... I'm afraid it won't fit."

"This is a secret for the both of us only, okay?"

The "milk" wasn't yummy at all and I've always wondered what would've happen to my fragile body if he really put it in. Now, it scares me...

You were never contented, you invited your friends one by one. They all did the same thing.

I regretted and wished I at least told my parents, but I didn't. I was a kid and I didn't know what's happening. He said it's just a game and it's normal. "It was done by many." And so I thought.

It goes on until...

I was 7...

You had the audacity to start your own family and moved to another town.

Even so, your friends remained. It got to the point where I became famous to the boys in our neighborhood without me knowing why. Sometimes, they call me "slut." And here I am with no idea what that means and why they call me that. It goes on until I was a teenager.

Every summer break, an uncle visits my grandma and stays for a week or until classes resume (he was a college student then). I play with him during summer break. It was fine until he found me asleep in my grandma's bed. My grandma was out to buy groceries and we are the only people in the house. All I remember is that I woke up with me lying on his stomach whil he's masturbating. I pretended to be asleep until he finished. At this point I don't know what to feel anymore. I felt empty...

Again, I never told my parents becuse I am a shy kid and I don't talk much about how I feel with anyone, even with my parents. The harrassment stopped when we moved to another town when I was 9.

I'm doing fine, I'm living how a child should be. Enjoying my time playing and studying. I was an honor student. Until I accidentally saw my uncle's lewd magazines when I was 11. I suddenly remembered everything done to me when I was younger. I got confused. I don't know what to feel. All I know is that is how I started learning to masturbate at such a young age. I remembered that I don't like doing it but I can't seem to stop. Sometimes I cry while doing it and I don't even know what to do with it. I'm not even feeling pleasure to it.

I live on with that ever confusing state with a young mind.

I was 12...

We now live with our grandma, back to the town we lived when I was young, because both my parents now work overseas. I don't know what happened to the boys who harrassed me when I was young and I don't care as long as they don't bother me anymore. Or so I thought...

My grandma has a brother and he's older than her. He even uses a cane to help him walk. One time he carassed my thigh while we were sitting. I was so shocked I don't know what to say or do. I've been taught that elderlies must be respected and obeyed or I'll get spanked. When he finally stopped, I immediately ran to the bathroom and cried...

I was 13...

This was the most haunting moment I've experienced. It still haunts my mind every now and then.

My grandma hired a maid. Our maid is young, she was only 17. We got close to each other and I treated her like my big sister. Like how sisters are, we both share our lovelife stories. It was fun, it's a typical teenage life, I even had my puppy love for the first time. He treats me well and he's a gentleman. Unfortunately, we broke up because his mom doesn't like me. Up to this day, I still don't know why she hated me.

Moving on... I liked our maid very much that I go with her even when she goes out during her day offs. One time on her day off, she went home because it's her sister's birthday. I was allowed to go with her and have a sleepover. I was happy. But today, I always wish I haven't gone there...

When we got to their house, they ordered alcohol. I'm not gonna lie, I drank too. It was my first time. In this drinking session, I met her family. That's when I met her brother, he's 24 and works as a driver. Their house is small, shabby and only made of woods and palm leaves. So when it's time to sleep, we all shared one room. They also don't have a bed so we just slept on the floor. I was so wasted that night. It was my first time drinking and I am in no good condition. As everyone was peacefully sleeping, her brother crept beside me and slowly pulled me to the corner. I don't feel good and was half-asleep but I saw him already half naked on top of me. I was about to talk but he covered my mouth with something. I don't know what he did to me but I felt really dizzy. I thought I might fall asleep of the dizziness so I banged my head. It was painful but I managed to slightly open my eyes. I'm still dizzy but I see him sucking my chest. I thought I'm making a lot of noise but nobody is waking up, neither can I talk. I am so confused at that moment. Why is nobody waking up? I was weak but I keep on struggling. But as I was struggling, he caught my hands and tied it behind me. He pulled my hair, shut my mouth with a cloth and banged my head on the pillow. From then on, all I felt was pain. He pulled down his pants and my pants, and he aggressively pushed his way in. It was horrible and painful...

I couldn't do anything. All I know is that I'm in pain and I want it to end. But when he finished, he showed me a cloth and said "Wow, look at all this blood."

I cried.

The morning after, I was silent. I feel so empty, my eyes is empty. I can still feel the pain. Our maid told me to pack up 'cause we're going home. As I was packing up, I heard voices from the window. I saw our maid's brother (the one who r*ped me) and the younger one. The younger one is pointing at his older brother saying "Wtf, she was just a child! That was too much, I can' t do this anymore. I'm so done with you!" As I heard that, I quickly returned to packing my bag. I thought to myself "I am so done with this family, I wanna go home." How could they? So someone was awake while I was suffering and he didn't even dare to stop his brother? DID HE JUST WATCH HIS BROTHER R*PE ME???

When we are about to leave, our maid's brother whispered to me, "Don't ever tell anyone about what happened last night or I'll kill your family."

We're finally back home and I don't know what to do. I was so afraid. I was young and gullible. I couldn't say anything to my parents or grandma 'cause I'm scared. But that night, I couldn't fall asleep. I decided to talk to our maid, that' s how much I trust her. But in the end, she scared me 'cause she boldly asked "Was it good? Did you enjoy it?"

I was speechless. They're all f*cking animals.

It weighed on me like a big boulder on both my shoulders. I kept saying it was just a horrible nightmare but the pain still lingers. Sometimes I slice my wrists or take unprescribed pills to end my suffering. But it just added to my pain.

On one of my worst nights, I contacted my puppy love and told him what has been happening. I know we broke up but we still managed to have secret connections that time because we still like each other. But guess what? He was disgusted by me and he never talked to me ever again since that night.

I lost all my confidante.

A few months later, my mom finally went home for a vacation leave. I cried to her. I just pretended I missed her so much that's why I'm so emotional but her maternal instict got to her. She asked me what really is wrong and that's when I broke down and told her everything. I even told her to keep it a secret 'cause I'm afraid they will really be killed by him.

Of course, she refused.

She contacted my father about it. My father was devastated. She then went to our maid and talked to her, I don't know what about or the details, but she was fired.

After they talked, they went to our maid's house. I don't know the details, all I know is that my mom is so angry and she is taking it to legal matters. She will file a case for what he did.

Sadly and regrettably, it didn't happen. The *ssh*le fled somewhere before he was taken by the authorities. Prior to my r*pe case, we didn't know that he was already wanted because of a m*rder case in another town. Up to this day, he is still missing and wanted.

I was 14...

Hisghschool.

When my puppy love never talked to me again, I lost all my confidence and self-love. I don't know how to respect my self anymore. I feel so dirty. I am a dirtbag, that's what I am. Because of that mindset, I ended up flirting around with boys. I've had many exes whom I let my heart be wasted on. I have never been single. If a boyfriend broke up with me, I find another to flirt with me. I lived my teenage life being a flirt, but I never let them touch me and sometimes that's one of the reasons why they broke up with me. I was trashed by others, they look down on me, but I felt nothing. I lost myself.

As I was fooling around, I met a graduating college student. He was one of our practice teacher. Before he became a practice teacher, we already know each other. We used to chat over the phone. We have a lot of similarities when it comes to interests and so we got close. Despite the age gap, I liked him. We hang out every now and then but he always keep me a secret. He never wants anybody to find us out. He wants to stay low from the crowd.

I know you're gonna say that after everything I've been through, I never learned my lesson. Yeah, I know. You can hate me but it's all in the past now and I've been better.

Going back to the story, I know it was a red flag keeping our relationship secret but I never mind it. I kept my mind clouded from thinking that I finally found someone I can get comfortable with. I am still such a gullible kid I wanna punch my past self.

Until he took me to a motel one time. He said we're just gonna hang out there because in that place, no one will see us. It is a huge red flag, I know what people do in a motel, but I went with him anyway. I really like him, you can say I was really blinded by this so-called love.

When we arrived, we just started watching tv. I feel awkward, of course, we're in a f*cking motel. It's the first time I felt nervous when he get closer to me. My intuition was right 'cause he started touching me. I am shivering inside, the nightmares from before is still lingering. But I distracted myself by thinking "This is for the best, this is your chance to fight your fear." (Yeah right,'for the best' my *ss.) but I still can't do it. I told him I can't and we should stop but he never listened. He started kissing me and kept touching me. I stood up and yelled "I said stop!" He became angry and that's the first time I saw him angry. He slapped me and threw me back to bed and told me "I know you want it too you dirty little slut. It's all your fault!" I was shocked. He's never like this before. I knew this was gonna happen. Regret came all over me and I started blaming myself all over again. "Yes, this is all my fault, I should just let it be. I am really just a dirtbag..." That's what I thought at that time. I felt empty all over again.

And since then, I became his s*x slave, I was afraid he'll become violent on me again if I refused. He even go for threesome sometimes. Worst, he lets me watch him have sex with other girls and tell me to masturbate on the corner. It hurts me a lot.

To this point, I began questioning myself why I always end up with these kind of guys but I also end up answering myself with "because you're a slut, a whore, a dirtbag, who wants to be with a girl who's already touched by many guys?"

I tried to commit su*c*de by cutting my wrists just to end my suffering but I ended up still living. I failed so many times that even in dying, I still failed.

I've been his s*x slave for how many years, I can't even remember. It all ended up when I finally stood up for myself and cut all communications with him. It's also an advantage when I moved out because he doesn't know where I live anymore.

He kept messaging me on social media but I always block him. I also changed my phone number. He finally stopped when I was a college student and knew better. I told him I caught STDs and I have proofs of him fooling around with minors. He was scared of STDs and his reputation being ruined. What's a f*cked up guy who always fools around but scared of STDs? Thankfully, he's a stupid f*ck who believed my lie. It's been years and he doesn't bother me anymore.

I told my story not to gain sympathy but to raise awareness and help encourage others who's experiencing the same to keep on fighting.

After everything I've experienced, I learned how to fight for myself in the end. I learned how to respond to these kind of people. I also didn't end up hating all men because I learned that there's still good men out there through my father. Besides, some girls are also capable to r*pe/s*xually assault.

This is what r*pe, s*xual harrassment/assault does to a person. We get scared, we get nightmares, we get confused, we blame ourselves. But remember, we are still capable to fight. You f*ck up the minds of the children you harrased/assaulted. It f*cks up their perspectives as a child. It's hard to fix. As I grow up, it was hard for me to regain my confidence and self-love. It was tiring and I even tried to commit su*c*de.

To all the people who experienced the same ('cause not only girls experience r*pe, don' t you ever forget that!), whether it be you're a girl or a boy or part of the lgbt, keep fighting for your life! Never give up. It was hard but I know we can get through it. I, myself, still have nightmares sometimes but I am now able to respond to it without breaking down. And most importantly, NEVER BE AFRAID TO SEEK HELP. If you need help, ask for it. There are still people who are kind-hearted. Therapy helps too! So please, don't keep it all to yourself. If you can't take it anymore, ask for help.

You can also message me if you need to. Spread love and not hate! Have a safe day.

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MARÍA JOSÉ GARCÍA-MARTÍNEZ ➝ THIRD SIBLING

I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN

❖ FULL NAME: María José Valentina García-Martínez. ❖ PRONOUNS: She/Her. ❖ AGE: 22. (June 23rd). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: Third. ❖ GRADE: Sophomore. ❖ MAJOR: Acting. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Camila Mendes.

I'LL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOU LOVE ME

TW: Rape, Molestation, Incest

María José was born a happy baby, as most are. The crying and screaming is inevitable the first few seconds of your life, of course, but then there’s that happiness. The happiness of being held close to your mother – the one who held you inside of her for so long, and feeling her heartbeat. The closeness you always craved but had no idea how to convey that you wanted it. Happiness. A feeling that’s indescribable, but you feel it anyway.

And then, things started to hurt. For María José, it was the first time she scraped her knee at the age of six. She was learning to ride a bike by the hands of her Uncle Juan, and things went awry. As María José felt confident to push off without her uncle’s help, she went flying off of the bike and right into the pavement.

That wasn’t the only time she hurt. The next time hurt even more, and she didn’t have any scars to prove it. Her father had been away filming his telenova for months, and she was absolutely elated to have him back in her life again. At ten years old, she jumped up and down excitedly and ran towards his arms. “Papá! Te amo,“ María José exclaimed, wrapping her tiny arms around his leg. Instead of looking at her, he mumbled that he was sleepy and walked away. All she could do was cry.

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Not soon after, María José found out what it was like to be frightened. As she was falling asleep one night, eleven years old, she felt someone slip into bed with her. She opened her mouth to ask if it was her mother, but instead she was greeted with a large and heavy hand over her mouth. She knew she wanted to scream, but she stayed quiet instead for fear of what would happen. Moments later, there was the same kind of hand in her SpongeBob pajama pants. Quickly, in the same moment, María José felt frightened and hurt.

And just like that, happiness was replaced with fear and pain. Indefinitely. That large and scary hand that haunted her nightmares belonged to her Uncle Juan. Almost every night he would visit her, touching her in places that her mother told her should never be touched. So badly María José wanted to tell her mother, but her uncle had whispered to her (in Spanish): “if you tell anyone, I will kill you and your mother.”

It seemed as if María José’s life was plagued by this fear and pain. No matter where she went, she felt his hands crawling over her body and his lips against her ear. No matter how many showers she took, she always felt dirty. She became a shell of who she used to be, and the happy girl that loved her family more than anything in the world was gone.

When she was fifteen years old, María José felt anger. She decided to be a teenager and go out with her friends for once, wanting to forget the life that she had at home. Of course, when she arrived home – Juan was waiting for her. And not only that, but the smirk that he wore when he realized that she was drunk was enough to scar her for ages. That night, he did more than just use his hands. And instead of his hand on her mouth, it was around her throat and wrists so she wouldn’t move. And instead of pain and fear, María José felt angry.

Anger.

This consumed her whole life. And when he had touched her like that, when he had robbed her of her virginity… she decided she had enough. María José immediately told her mother about what had been happening for the past four years. Juliana broke down into tears, wrapping her daughter into a tight hug. “I’m sorry, mija,” she had told her – over and over again. Juliana felt nothing other than anger.

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When Juliana told David what had been happening, he backed up his brother and swore up and down that María José had just been making things up. “You know, kids and their imaginations these days.” Almost immediately, Juliana packed her bags and took María José with her – moving from Houston to Los Angeles. Their lives rapidly changed, and with the divorce came almost all of David’s money. The two of them lived happily, and María José tried to start over.

But she couldn’t.

While she wasn’t afraid anymore, she just felt.. angry. Everyone around her seemed to irritate her one way or another, and soon enough she was known as the ‘mean girl’. María José, now going by MJ as dubbed by her high school friends, didn’t seem to care. They didn’t know what she had gone through. She had reason to be mad. She didn’t like the way they looked at her, or the way that they talked.. and she would let them know it.

MJ’s personality didn’t change much throughout high school. She held onto the anger with all her might, and it just became who she was. She decided to take back her body and started sleeping with just about anyone who was up to her standards. MJ didn’t want to feel those hands on her any longer, so she had other people touched her. It never worked – so she asked for more. And more, and more. And it seemed as if she would never get enough.

Soon after high school was over, she auditioned for a television show that seemed like it was going to do incredibly well. And MJ? She only wanted the best. Out of everyone else in the casting call, MJ got the role. She knew it was because of her father, but she decided to ignore that fact. She was cast alongside Landon McCarthy, and the two of them held the show for three seasons until it got canceled on a whim. When MJ learned of this, she went off on the cast and crew – telling them that she deserved better than them and she hoped that they all died.

Needless to say, it was hard for MJ to get another job after her ‘meltdown’, as many tabloids had called it. She decided it would be best to go to school, much to her dismay.. but much to her mother’s happiness. Pacific State University became her home, even if she wasn’t too happy about it.

BABY, THERE'S NO OTHER SUPERSTAR

MJ always looks classy. She wears mostly black, though. Skirts, dresses, tights and heels are something that she’s always seen in. She has dark black hair that goes past her shoulders, and she always keeps it straight.

YOU KNOW THAT I'LL BE YOUR PAPARAZZI

David Martínez is an incredibly famous telenovela star (of the same show for 10 years) who later turned to Hollywood to star in many movies alongside other big names. He was known as the Mexican movie star with the thick accent, and he played to that – often starring in films where he played a stereotypical roles up until recently. Now David stars in less stereotypical roles and is loved and praised for breaking out of his typical shell.