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another-whump-sideblog · 1 month

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Jane's Pets Chapter 98: Aftermath

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Puppy can't stop crying, and she doesn't know why.

This is good. Great, even. If Master could've prevented herself from healing, it would've come up by now, she's 98% sure of that. This is exactly what Master wanted. This means they won't be hurt anymore. She should be overjoyed.

But there's that 2% of doubt. The fear that this is a test makes Puppy want to put her muzzle and collar right back on. Every second she doesn't is another infraction, another reason for Master to punish her. Still, that's not the reason she's crying. It's something deeper than fear.

Is she grieving? For Master? She wanted to die. This is the best thing for everyone. The world has already gotten better because she died.

Still, it hurts to look at Master's body. She looks the same as any mudered child would. Puppy had always thought Master's corpse would be smiling if she somehow managed to die, but it's not. She just looks like a corpse, like someone sleeping with their eyes open.

Puppy closes Master's eyes. She really doesn't know why she's crying. Why is this so painful? This is the good ending. The outcome so good that she tried not to even think about it as a possibility because hope just hurts. If she can't be happy now, will she ever be happy?

She supposes that if Master's death didn't cause her suffering, she wouldn't have been able to kill Master at all. Maybe this is just how the magic works. She hopes it doesn't last long, she's not much use to Kitty and Bunny like this.

Strong arms wrap her in a hug.

"It's okay, it's okay." Bunny says, gently rocking back and forth. "We're safe, it's okay, it's okay for the first time in years. We're okay. And it's okay to cry. Let it all out, no one's going to stop you."

She lays her head on his shoulder and cries until she has no tears left, which isn't long at all. She's going to have to drink water without permission, eventually. She shudders.

“It would’ve come up by now if she could… leave her wounds open like that, right? In your opinion?”

Puppy nods.

“That’s what I thought! Like, I don’t think she had the patience for such a long trick.”

Puppy doesn’t either, but she's been wrong before.

“Um… I know it’s probably going to take a while for you to feel comfortable talking. That’s okay. It took me a while to feel comfortable without the collar, when I was… gone. And it’ll probably take a while again. So just know… it’s okay. There’s no rush. But also, I’m really excited to talk to you again, whether that’s today or years from now or anything in between. I’m excited to get to know you outside of Jane’s control— and to get to know Kitty outside of Jane’s control, and for you two to know me.”

It was just days ago that Puppy broke his hands. He was able to heal them, with Kitty’s help, but she still did it. It scares her, that he thinks there’s a real her hidden beneath what Master made her into. What if he’s wrong? It’ll hurt him so badly when he realizes he’s wrong…

Because she didn’t have to break his hands. Jane didn’t make her do that, she did that to stop Bunny from casting because she thought it was impossible for Master to die, and she was wrong. She made the wrong choice, and that’s not some simple mistake. She broke the hands of one of the two people she loves most in the world for no reason. She only made things worse.

She wants to apologize. She tries, but just the thought of speaking makes her throat close up with fear.

She thinks maybe this is part of why she was crying. She did so many horrible things under the assumption that there was no alternative, and it turns out there was. Master’s death is the death of her ability to justify how much she’s hurt people. She can’t push away her guilt without that justification, and it swallows her whole.

She should just die. She’s just like Master, the world would be better without her. Death was the answer to Master's problems, so it can be hers, too. She should just stay by Master’s side until she dies of dehydration like Master would want her to do. That would help the others, too, because Master would never let her die so quickly if she was just tricking them, so they could be even more sure Master is truly dead.

“I think… we should go upstairs.” Kitty says from somewhere behind her. “I don’t want to be here if we don’t have to.”

Puppy shakes her head. She’s not going to leave Master’s side. It’s the best for everyone.

Bunny hugs her a little tighter. “Puppy shook her head. Um… I don’t want any of us to be left alone right now…”

Kitty sighs. “Alright. So… what do we do now?”

Puppy wishes she could go upstairs. Obviously Bunny and Kitty don’t want to be here, and they’re staying for her. Just more suffering she’s causing them.

Bunny is quiet for a moment. "…What if it's not real? I feel so sure that if she could do that while she was alive she would've done it by now… but I felt so sure that Barron's magic could protect me, too. And that she was a safe person to follow home in the first place. And even after all the times I tried… it feels too easy."

"Well, you had doubts… you just pushed them away, right?"

"Well, yeah… Yeah, I guess that's it. I don't want to push the doubts away this time, and I'm afraid she's not actually dead." He goes quiet again, then starts laughing. "Fuck, I'm so stupid. If she's dead, magic won't work anymore, right?"

Bunny lets go of Puppy and gets up. "Magic doesn't work if you're trying to prove something, so I'll try to heal one of you. Um… I'm more certain that it might work on the Puppy's pressure sores than on acid burns, so I'll try that first."

Puppy lies down on the ground facing Master while Bunny collects his materials. Master's blood is mostly dry now.

Bunny says some words and does his thing, and Puppy doesn't feel anything change.

"We would definitely know if she could just… get rid of magic, right?"

Puppy nods. Master hated mages. The chance of her having the ability to get rid of all mages and not using it until now is even lower than the chance of her having the ability to not instantly heal and not using it until now.

"So– I mean, I could've wanted to prove she was dead badly enough to skew the results, but still. I also really wanted to heal you. This is– we have much more evidence that we're free this time than we ever had before, right? So we're not pushing away doubts, we're disproving them! Like, I ignored the sketchy things going on here when I first got here. I ignored how certain you and Puppy were that escaping wouldn't work, and how magic doesn't affect Jane the same way as it does everything else, when my only evidence I was safe was Barron's magic. I ignored evidence, but I'm not this time. The only evidence we have that she's alive is that she's tricked us before. And if we encounter more evidence, we definitely shouldn't ignore that, but for now… I think we can assume we're free. That's– that's what the evidence points to."

"Right, right. And… the worst that could happen if we assume she's dead and we're wrong is torture. Which is bad, obviously, but if we assume she's still alive and we're wrong… we'd torture ourselves trying to stick to her rules. And Puppy would die, because those rules include her not eating or drinking without permission. I'd… honestly prefer the former."

"Yeah, yeah!"

Their voices have slowly filled with excitement throughout the conversation. Puppy's happy for them. Once she's dead, they most likely won't ever have to worry about being tortured again.

"So– okay, I think our first step is– well, I'm thinking obviously we want to move out of here as soon as possible, right?" Bunny asks.

"Right. We can pack up some clothes and food, and Puppy will probably want to take her plushies. Everything else we can leave behind."

Puppy stops staring at Master's corpse for a moment and looks at the others. They should sell a bunch of this stuff, but how can she tell them that? She can't force herself to speak no matter how hard she tries. She turns back to Master.

"Where do you think we should go once we're packed?" Bunny is pacing the room excitedly.

“Well, Puppy knows how to get to the nearest grocery store, so that’s at least a start. Once we’re… around some other people… it’ll probably be easier to figure out our other options.”

“Hmm… Puppy, do you feel good about that plan?”

Puppy shakes her head.

“...Okay, so the first step is all getting on the same page. Do you want to keep living in this house?” Bunny’s voice is full of determination, the same way it was whenever he’d talk about killing Jane.

Puppy shakes her head. She doesn’t want to live at all.

“So we’re on the same page there, at least.” Kitty says. “Sorry for not checking sooner. Do you feel good about us packing up some food, clothes, and sentimental items before leaving?”

Puppy sits up and makes a 'so-so' gesture.

"Um… is there something else you think we should bring?"

Puppy makes another 'so-so' gesture.

"Hm…"

Both Kitty and Bunny seem fairly stumped. Puppy guesses that's fair, she probably wouldn't be able to figure out what she meant either if she was in their shoes. Even if she can nonverbally convey that she wants them to sell stuff, how could she instruct them on who to sell it to avoid unwanted questions?

She'll have to write it down. The idea scares her, but not as much as the idea of speaking does. She guesses she's never actually been punished for writing or signing without permission, because by the time those rules were established she was already very obedient. Thinking of speaking without permission brings to mind burning hot barbed wire digging into every part of her body, but thinking of writing without permission just brings up a general fear of disobedience.

She can't die yet. Bunny and Kitty need her. She'll probably have to be the one to actually sell the stuff, too. She sighs and scoops Master's body into her arms, then heads upstairs.

A/N: Let me know if I should tag anything else, or if you want to be added to or removed from the tag list!

Tag list: @eatyourdamnpears @whump-in-the-closet @scp-1296 @thecosmicmap @quins-whump-stuff

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#whump #whump writing #whumpblr #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #nonhuman whumper #multiple whumpees #pet whump #whumpee #whumper #man i might have to stop adding that tag soon...#whump caretaker #3rd person pov #torture mention tw #blood mention tw #child death tw #kinda #suicidal ideation tw #jane's pets

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wolveswithblackpearls · 1 year

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Puppy Love <3

characters: Park Chanyeol, Kim Jongin, reader

word count: ~2000

warnings: brief mention of abandoned pets but they are safe and sound in the fic itself no worries, it's all the fluffiest fluff ^~^

a/n: Happy Holidays @galaxybambamm - whichever you celebrate - 'tis me, your secret santa (Admin S, @starchild--27) ^-^ ❄️✨

I hope you are well and that you have a good time for the last couple of days of the year (and hopefully also with the little scenario i came up with :D)

this is my gift for this year's EXO-L Secret Santa event, which was wonderfully hosted by @exols-silver-christmas. Thank you so much for your dedication and hard work, once again I had a really good time participating and I hope we'll see each other again for round 4 next year ♡

Happy holidays to everyone who reads this, I hope December treats you kindly and that the new year starts all smoothly 💕✨

If someone asked you what your favorite thing during the Christmas holidays was, you never had to think long and hard about it. Sure, spending time with your loved-ones, not having your boss breathing down your neck everyday and the magic of the snowy scenery were all aspects you greatly appreciated but there was one thing you loved most: having time for volunteering at the local animal shelter.

When you were still in school, helping out with going on walks, grocery runs or simply enjoying playtime with the cute pets were your most-beloved hobbies, but after graduation, life just got too busy, so you could only visit maybe once or twice a month. Like that, the days around Christmas and before New Year's have been reserved for the shelter ever since.

You could hear the yipping, whining and high-pitched barking of the puppies from outside already as you approached the main entrance of the old building that housed the shelter, and the mere sound made your heart skip two or three beats. You couldn’t wait for the tiny creatures to finally nag on the seam of your pants, eager to play around with you or to receive affectionate caresses.

With your lips stretching into a content smile you gave the entrance door a firm tug so you could slip from the chilling cold of winter into the welcoming warmth of the hallway. Quickly you shed your jacket with its last reminders of the snow outside, hanging it on the rack that was already carrying three more jackets. You wanted it to dry at least a little before you would put it on again.

You let your eyes wander through the hall. Most of the doors were closed, like the ones which hid nursing and play rooms for puppies, kitties and occasionally bunnies, as well as a small medical station for emergencies and minor injuries that didn’t require a vet right away. Only the doors that led to the office and storage rooms had been left open, probably in a hurry. The last time you’d visited the shelter, everyone was going crazy over a cat that went missing on the day it was supposed to be adopted - turned out someone had forgotten to close the doors for a short moment, one long enough for the cat to follow its curiosity over the threshold of the playroom only to be found asleep on a pile of documents in the rather messy office.

The sound of voices and the shuffle of steps from behind one of the closed doors shifted your attention away from your memories and towards the door which led to the great playroom where both puppies and kitties were running free to explore once they were old enough to do so safely. You didn’t quite understand how it was possible for you to smile even wider but the familiar sounds of a frustrated, very human whine and an infectious laugh somehow managed to have exactly that effect on you.

With fast steps you approached the door, pushing it open carefully so none of the animals could weasel its way out while you were entering. The scene that presented itself in front of you was equally familiar to you as everything else in the shelter: there was Chanyeol, a little ball of white-brown fur curled up in his lap, as he desperately tried and tragically failed to hide dog treats from a certain energetic, black toy poodle. And there was Jongin, who sat next to his friend, laughing at his misery while running gentle fingers through the light fur of two more puppies that had curled up on the younger’s legs.

“Hey there, guys!” you greeted them happily, “And hello to you little ones too.” You crouched down to pet the small army of kittens that had assembled at your feet. A lot of them were still quite young, too young for being adopted and too young for you to know them from previous visits.

“Hey there yourself- Okay, okay. Here, Toben. Take the treats, it’s pointless to train you when you refuse to listen” Chanyeol pouted at the poodle and resignedly let the dog have its way, sort of forgetting to finish greeting you but you didn’t mind at all - the two of you had been friends for a couple of years now after all, always trying to visit the shelter together since you’d discovered your mutual love for animals. You were used to Chanyeol’s antics, the way he’s been trying to get into Toben’s good graces since his family had adopted the dog a few years ago from the very shelter both of you were volunteering in your free time. Soon enough, Jongin had joined your trio with endless adoration for puppies and a natural knack for dealing with dogs of any age or breed. Jongin, who interrupted fondling the baby dogs in his lap to wave at you with a happy smile before he turned to Chanyeol with the words “You know, maybe he would listen better if you didn’t always reward his lack of obedience.”

But his friend didn’t seem to want to see reason, only huffing loudly through his nose, expressing his frustration as he handed Jongin the box with treats, challenging him to try to get the playful poodle to listen. Of course, Toben lost interest in Chanyeol the moment he had handed the treats over, now jumping and running around Jongin, who held up a treat out of the small dog’s reach and said with a stern tone “Sit!”

Toben stopped in his wild racing and sat down immediately, wagging his tail in eager anticipation.

“I hate this dog,” Chanyeol said dryly with no bite or seriousness in his voice, and tended to the napping fluffball in his lap instead.

Giggling at the scene that had just played out, you made your way to the center of the room where your two friends were sitting and joined them on the ground, only to instantly be jumped by Toben who was hoping to get himself yet another treat if he behaved cutely (or rudely) enough. Instead, you pulled out a squeaky toy you had grabbed from a box in the hallway and carefully tossed it a little further away from your group - you didn’t want to hit one of the babies but also thought Toben could entertain himself for a little while so you had the chance to catch up with Chanyeol and Jongin and the little puppies in their laps, that you hadn’t seen around before.

“And who might these little guys be?” you cooed as you watched one of the puppies on Jongin’s leg wake up from its slumber, yawning and stretching out its little paws in the sweetest of ways.

“They came here, I think, two or three weeks ago. Three new puppies and their mom. Junmyeon said, someone found them abandoned at a rest area near the highway and brought them over. But they are recovering very well so far” Jongin explained calmly as he re-adjusted the now awake puppy, wanting to prevent it from falling off his leg.

Maybe you should be more used to such stories - you’ve been working with rescue cases for a long time now after all - but hearing about abandoned pets, especially puppies and especially during the colder seasons, always had your stomach dropping, your heart breaking a little every time. You had never understood how people could just drop off their pets out in the cold if they didn’t want or couldn’t afford taking care of them anymore, why they couldn’t just bring them to a shelter - that’s where the animals would end up anyway. But there was no use in getting all too angry over that, you thought to yourself as you watched the ball of light brown fur slide down Jongin’s leg after all and waddle towards you in healthy curiosity. You were here to help caring for the innocent creatures now, supporting a place that was dedicated to find them a new home - that thought never failed to bring you comfort.

“I know, it’s sad but look at the bright side,” Jongin nudged you in the side, lifting your gaze from the puppy sniffing at your shoelaces, “Chanyeol is totally in love with the little one in his lap already.”

“Yeah, there is no way I am not adopting her myself,” Chanyeol chimed in upon hearing his name. “Time for a dog that actually loves me.” And as if he had understood exactly what Chanyeol had said, Toben suddenly let out an upset bark and started running laps around his owner, who couldn’t help the dumb-founded expression on his face. Jongin and you exchanged meaningful looks at the irony of the situation. Sometimes it was very hard to believe that it was actually impossible for Toben’s behavior to be as calculated as it seemed.

The poodle’s shrill barking had woken up the two other puppies though, so the three of you decided that it was time to take out the little one’s for an outdoor playing session. Junmyeon, who managed the shelter over the holidays and was probably bored out of his mind sorting documents in the office, had already prepared three tiny harnesses for them, complete with soft cotton applications that would provide some protection from the cold for the little rascals. You picked up the puppy that had played with your shoes before, another little girl as Chanyeol informed you, to get her ready for the outing.

“This little princess here,” Chanyeol scratched the puppy in his arm behind her ears, “is Zzar. You know, short for Mozart.” She snuggled even closer to him. It was so adorable you almost let out a puppy-like whining sound yourself. She really seemed to be especially fond of Chanyeol, the total opposite of Toben, who never missed an opportunity to tease your friend.

“The one you are handling right now doesn’t have an official name yet, but I've named her Brahms in my head,” Chanyeol explained as he watched you fastening the straps of the little harness, before he handed you one of the leashes.

“Of course you did,” you laughed. It would have been more surprising if he didn’t continue with naming pets after composers.

“The third one is Debussy” Chanyeol finished off his naming process, sending a cheeky grin towards Jongin.

“Don’t worry, I won’t ever call you that,” Jongin only half-whispered into his puppy’s ears, obviously with the intention of teasing Chanyeol who threw a fake punch in return - you couldn’t help chuckling at the typical habits and antics they displayed.

Something mischievous was flashing in Jongin’s eyes but before the situation could escalate into friendly but nonetheless petty bickering you loudly cleared your throat and gestured towards the scurrying puppies with a nod of your head.

“I think these babies can’t wait for their outdoor adventure time anymore,” you decided with feigned seriousness as all three puppies were leashed and more than ready to go, so the three of you grabbed your jackets and stepped into the cold air.

Everything felt so comfortably familiar as the three of you ventured outside, along the path that led to a small playground for dogs not far from the shelter. So it didn’t surprise you when Jongin dropped the box with the dog treats, the snacks scattering all over the ground. Or how Chanyeol told you with big eyes that he couldn’t tell you now what Christmas gifts he bought for his dogs because “it’s supposed to be a surprise - I can’t tell you right in front of them”. Or the way all three of you broke into a laughing fit when one of the puppies got a little too over-excited in its playfulness and stumbled over its tiny legs.

That was how you knew, no matter how long you hadn’t seen each other, there were always things that would never ever change. ♡

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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KIRISHIMA MASTERLIST

All works containing Kirishima Ejirou from BNHA.

- Baby Daddy (Kirishima wants to make a baby with you)

- Anxious (Kiri will make all your anxiety go away)

- Birthday Boy (What he wants for his birthday is you)

- Mommy please (A mommy kink from Kiri)

- Sore (How Kirishima’s hands would feel on a sore back)

- He’s not a bad boy (Puppy hybrid Kiri feels bad after having a wet dream about you, his best friend)

- Not a bad boy PT 2 (Puppy hybrid Kiri can’t stop himself)

- Stepbro steps into your shower (Stepbro just wants to shower after football practice, but you’re already in there. He doesn’t mind sharing though)

- Stepbrother (Kiri manipulates you into letting him fuck you)

- Uncomfortable (Are you being unreasonable? feeling so uncomfortable around your stepbrother?)

- Gentle (Kirishima and dumbification to melt away the stress of the world)

- Dress Up (What Kirishima would make you wear)

- Stuffed (Kiri likes getting you stuffed animals)

- Punish (How he’d punish his darling for trying to run)

- Study buddy (You and Kirishima pair up to study for a project, and he develops feelings for you. Too bad you have a boyfriend.)

- Wrestling (Your stepbro likes to pin you to the floor, calls it “wrestling”.”

- Sub (Kirishima wants his darling to Dom him)

- Rejected (Kiri doesn’t like being constantly rejected, and it doesn’t take much for him to snap)

- Why (Why this redhead loves you)

- Mafia (Kirishima gets a “gift” after being such a good employee)

- Crush (You like Kirishima, but won’t let him anywhere near you. Kiri gets fed up)

- Anything (You’ll do anything for Kiri to give you a break from his insatiable libido)

- Dizzy (Disassociating when Kirishima comes onto you)

- Sensitive (Kiri with an extremely sensitive S/O)

- Touch me (Kirishima likes casual touching, all the time)

- Rating (Dick rating. Thats it lol)

- Stress response (How would Kiri deal with you having a stress response?)

- Confident (Kirishima’s confident in his body, and believes you should be confident in yours)

- Never Ever (You don’t like it when Kiri compliments you. He never ever wants you to feel bad)

- Don’t cry (Kirishima makes you cry because he forced you to make a mess)

- Coworker (Gentle coworker turns into a menace)

- Focus on your game (Your boyfriend makes sure you won’t have to fake an orgasm ever again)

- Knocked up (How Kiri acts after finding out you’re pregnant)

- Cake (You get a birthday promise! But Kirishima can’t stop himself from breaking it)

- Kitty Kitty (Dog hybrid Kiri is so excited when his master adopts you, a cat hybrid!)

- Bred kitty kitty (Dog hybrid Kiri tries to breed his new friend)

- Bros (With Tetsutetsu) (Your brother Kirishima isn’t afraid to share with his pseudo-brother Tetsu)

- Feels good (Belly bulges and Kiri who likes you to feel good)

- Lovesick (Your ex boyfriend gives you a Valentines day surprise)

- Lemonade (Boyfriend Kirishima makes you drink wayyyy too much lemonade)

- Dog Anon (An anon with good ideas, not my work)

- Make it up (Male reader with stepbro Kiri)

- Pacifier (Using Kirishima’s dick as a pacifier)

- Sex toys he would use (What the title says lol)

- Eating habits (how he handles your eating)

- Cuddle (Your stepdad is young enough to be your boyfriend and you two get up to no good when the power goes out while mom’s away)

- Death (Death God Kirishima. No NSFW just sadness and pain)

- Kirishima as prometheus thought

- Kick (How he reacts when you kick him in the groin)

- Cleanup (Male reader, stepbro Kiri has you help him clean up after dinner)

- Bunny babe (Your owner takes care of you while you’re in heat)

- Clingy (Just some good cuddles)

- Now (Now that you’re pregnant, Kiri promises to be more gentle)

- Chubby Chaser (He loves big girls!!!!)

- Won’t let you (Kirishima isn’t going to let Bakugou hurt his baby sister)

- Nerd (Kiri and Izuku want to thank you for tutoring them)

#kirishima #Kirishima Eijirou #masterlist #Kirishima masterlist #shorky fix

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planetsano · 3 years

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pimp my ride, please?

REQUEST ☆ "can I request a reki x f!reader where she asks him to decorate her skateboard? Reki introduced her to the world of skate so she wants him to be the one to do her very first skateboard!! And Reki is like "really? me? 🥺🥺🥺"

WARNINGS ☆ none! just fluff sweeter than candy.

PAIRING ☆ reki kyan x female reader.

A/N ☆ this was extremely self indulgent, thank u nonnie!

"You okay, kitty cat? You're a little quiet tonight." Reki says. His was attention on his personal board laying on the crafting table in front of him while he tweaked a few things that would improve the board's functionality. His hands so veiny, slender, and pretty under the lamplight as he worked. You sat beside him in your own little world, chewing gently at your thumb trying to muster up the courage to just ask him one simple question, but you didn't know how to do it.

It wasn't any secret that Reki was talented. Not only is he an amazing skater but an artist. You've seen him craft so many boards by hand with unique and intricate designs. Not only did they look aesthetically pleasing, but they were practical and held up to a standard that takes years for a person to master. His creativity not only benefits the artistic side of things but it's simply innovative. The best example of this being Langa's skateboard.

Not only that, but Reki is an excellent teacher. He always so patient with you through all your mess-ups and countless falls to the ground. He did all this while never losing his enthusiasm and warmth towards teaching you the best he can, not only as a teacher but as a best friend and a boyfriend. Every time you fell, he was always there to pick you up with a big smile, a kiss on the forehead, and a couple of smiley face bandaids if you needed them.

The thing is, he was using his board to teach you. Not that he minded, he was actually more than happy to share his board with you. It was intimate in its way. Only skaters would know how it feels to have a bond with someone so strong that you're willing to let them ride and learn on your board. It has a similar vibe to when ravers share and trade their Kandi. Reki has teased you about it before, but the only reason why you haven't purchased your board yet is that you wanted him to be the hands and mind behind your very first skateboard.

"(Name)~" He called your name in a singsong manner and pulled you out of your thoughts.

"Huh?"

"Welcome back, space ranger." He chuckled and looked at you over his shoulder. "You okay?"

"Oh yeah, I'm fine!" You smiled. Fine? Reki was no mind reader but he knew something was up.

"I know when you're lying~" He turns to you in his stool and pinches your nose gently. He thinks your reaction is cute, seeing you scrunch your nose up like a baby bunny.

"What's up?" He tilts his head and offers you a smile.

You start to feel shy under his gaze and your cheeks begin to feel particularly warm the longer he looks at you. You take a sudden interest in your fingers twiddling them mindlessly as you tried to find the right words. Why were you nervous? He was your boyfriend after all! The worst thing he could say was no, fuck but even then you'd absolutely die of embarrassment. You need to get it together, come on.

“Um..." You trail off causing him to let out a happy giggle. He wasn't sure why you were acting so shy all of a sudden but he thought it was endearing.

“So shy, for what?” He lifts your chin with a gentle hand getting you to look at him, then he winks.

“Stop teasing me, I have something important to tell you..” You whined and shooed away his hand with a pout on your face.

“Okay, then tell me what's on your mind." He straightens his posture and reaches over to hold your hands in your lap.

“Well, you've been taught me a lot with skating, and I only know what I do because of you," You started. He's listening closely and giving you all his undivided attention. “The reason I haven't brought my board is that, well, it would be more special to me if you made it.." You trail off once more looking down at where your hands are connected.

Reki's eyes widen at your words. You want him to make you a skateboard? He needs confirmation, so he lifts your head once more.

"Wait, really? You mean that?" His voice is soft to matching the way his expression melts from shock to the rawest form of love. He's really just looking at you with the softest case of puppy dog eyes.

"Reki, you're so talented. It would mean the world to me if you did." You were being sincere and he could tell.

Reki is so touched, his heart is literally swelling and pounding in his chest. There's an intense wave of euphoria, love, and warmth that wash over his body. He's really over the moon right now.

"But only if you w-!" He cuts you off.

"Of course I want to!" He smiles at you brightly taking both of his hands to ruffle your hair wildly. You're about to say something about him messing up your hair but he gives your lips a sloppy peck before shoots up from his stool in excitement.

"We can start tonight! You're gonna be so proud of me, babe! It should be on pimp my ride!" You look up at your enthusiastic boyfriend with a smile.

"I'm so happy you're excited but let's start tomorrow, yeah?" You say and tug at his hoodie. He deflates and blows a raspberry.

"No fun." He sits back down in your hands cup the sides of his cheeks. You're giggling but you're about to scold him.

"Hey, mister! You need a break! You've been working for hours and I need to leave before it gets too late. It's already 11." You said glancing over at the digital clock he had sitting on a toolbox.

"Aw, what! You're not sleeping over?" He gives you a goofily exasperated look. Silently saying, 'you want to start your board tomorrow and you're not cuddling with me tonight?' He was beyond cute.

"Reki, baby, I've slept over the past two nights. I gotta go back to my own bed." You giggle and he playfully folds his arms.

"We shared boards, we can share beds too." He pouts cutely and looks away.

"You're a dork." You smile ans lean in to kiss his lips.

"Ah, seriously (Name)! Sleep over! Please~"

#sk8 #sk8 the infinity #reki kyan #sk8 reki kyan #reki kyan x reader #sk8 x reader #sk8 the infinity x reader #sk8 reki x reader #sk8 reki kyan x reader #sk8 the infinity reki x reader #sk8 the infinity reki kyan #sk8 the infinity reki #sk8 reki #sk8 icons

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wolveria · 3 years

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Inside Your Wires - Chapter 1

Pairing: Human!Connor x Android!Reader

Summary: Assigned all cases involving android-related crimes, saddled with a prototype that follows him around like a plastic puppy, Detective Connor Anderson knows this must be karma for all the bad shit he’s ever done.

He thought he'd hit rock bottom, that he didn't have much left to lose, but he's proven wrong by the android sent by CyberLife. And Connor learns just how much further he can fall.

Prompt: For the @dbhau-bigbang 2020 challenge!

Series Warnings (18+ only): Eventual smut, slow burn, fantasy bigotry, violence, brief noncon elements, angst with a happy ending

AO3

(Story moodboard by @uh-kitty-got-wet)

November 5th, 2038

Friday 11:21PM

The whiskey was harsh and burned like liquid fire as it slid down his throat. He dropped the shot glass onto the bar top and closed his eyes and savored the bloom of the cheap booze warming his chest. The music from the old jukebox behind him belted out tunes that would have been considered outdated when the place opened.

It was like this most nights. He was alone, exhausted, and well on his way to a pleasant buzz. The one thing Connor had going for him was that he hadn’t started in on his third drink until 11 PM.

That had to be some kind of record. On a Friday night, he was usually shitfaced by 10. Call it the long hours he’d been working, or maybe the fact he felt more self-loathing than usual, he’d somehow managed to hold off on spiraling until nearly midnight.

Definitely a record. And Connor deserved to celebrate.

When he tipped the glass with one finger and caught Jimmy’s eye, he nearly looked away in shame. The bartender had never given him shit before, at least in a verbal sense, but the cool stare he gave Connor now made him want to crawl into a hole and die there.

But Jimmy didn’t say a word, just gave him another dose of poison and turned away, leaving Connor in relative peace to enjoy the game. Denton Carter was kicking ass tonight, so at least there was that.

It was all going beautifully until the door opened and the sound of rain echoed throughout the tiny bar, along with a distinct smell of wet asphalt and dirty concrete. Out of the corner of his eye, Connor saw two of the other regulars shift in their seats to stare at the newcomer.

Not another regular, then. And by how lengthy the stares were and the sudden shift in atmosphere, Connor guessed the barometric pressure had taken a drop due to a pair of long legs and pretty eyes.

Turning his body only far enough to get a glance for himself, Connor was not disappointed, eyeing the stranger from their black dress shoes, up their shapely legs clad in dark jeans, past curvy hips and—

Oh.

Connor turned back in his seat, hunched over and grimacing in disgust, put there by the sight of a blue triangle on a lapel and a glowing armband around one arm. He hadn’t even needed to look higher for the LED to know what the fuck had just waltzed into the joint like it actually belonged there.

He nursed his whiskey, praying the thing would pass him by and leave him the fuck alone. Or better yet, Jimmy would throw it out.

No such luck, of course.

“Detective Anderson,” spoke a smooth, raspy voice to his right. “I’m the YN800 model sent by CyberLife.”

He elected to ignore it. Maybe if he did so for long enough, it would take the hint and go away.

Again, Connor’s luck was not holding out.

“I called your cell phone, but you didn’t answer,” the voice continued, unimpeded. “I then looked for you at the station after checking your home, but you weren’t there either. Your colleagues indicated you tended to frequent the bars in the area, and I was fortunate to find you at the fifth one.”

His eye twitched. This thing had gone to his apartment?

“Well, here I am,” he answered, dry and caustic as he stared straight ahead at the wall of bottles. He calculated how angry Jimmy would be if he took out his service pistol and shot it through the head.

Pretty angry, Connor decided. It would probably leave a stain. Also, he didn’t want to compensate some asshole company for property damage.

“What do you want?” he finally growled, scratching his nail into the bar top already marred with various scuffs and dings.

“You were assigned a case earlier this evening. A homicide.”

Already, a headache was forming between the eyes at the sound of the android’s irritatingly friendly voice.

“Yeah, and?”

“It involved a CyberLife android,” it said in that same smooth inflection. “In accordance with procedure, the company has allocated a specialized model to assist investigators.”

You have to be shitting me.

Connor grit his teeth and clenched his glass tighter, a flush of heat moving through him that had nothing to do with his blood alcohol content. A fucking android was sent to help cops do their job?

Fuck that, and fuck this hunk of junk.

“Good for them,” he answered as he tipped the glass up to his lips. “I couldn’t give less of a shit. Now get the fuck out of my face. We don’t need any help, especially from a plastic pair of tits like you.”

He should have known that wasn’t the end of it. The android spoke again, adopting a tone of what it had probably been programmed as “sympathetic.”

“I understand you may be experiencing reluctance to having an android’s assistance in this matter, but I am—“

“—ruining a perfectly good evening, butting your nose where it doesn’t belong and sure as fuck isn’t welcome.”

Connor put his glass down harder on the bar top than he meant to, nearly spilling his drink.

“I suggest you leave before I void your warranty.”

Connor thought the machine got the message when it finally went silent. He could even see its mood ring spinning yellow out of the corner of his eye before it settled on that annoying placid blue.

He’d just brought the glass halfway to his lips when it said, “I’m sorry, Detective, but I must insist.”

Connor set the glass back down and started to count to ten. He couldn’t lose it now, he’d promised Jimmy he wouldn’t break anything else after the last brawl he’d gotten into.

But the fucking thing just kept on talking.

“My instructions stipulate that I have to accompany you.”

“You know where you can stick your instructions?” Connor growled before downing the glass of whiskey.

It was a good thing he had, because its next words made him choke on spit.

“No. Where?”

Connor set the glass down, and for the first time that evening, fully turned toward the android and stared at it.

The damn thing was staring back, head slightly tilted like a curious puppy. It had large eyes to match the image too, earnest and innocent and entirely too sincere. Its attire at second glance wasn’t the typical android faire. A smooth grey android jacket and a dark, patterned tie marked it as something different. Unique.

And just a little too pretty. Every designed, group-focused imperfection on its face made it that much more appealing. Its hair was neatly coifed, pulled up and pinned behind its head, exposing the smooth curve of its neck.

Hanging down the left side of its face was a strategically-placed lock of hair that Connor immediately want to twirl his finger around. He suspected that was the point.

The further down Connor’s eyes traveled, the more he lost his train of thought. The perfectly sensible tie was lying on the slope of its breasts, something even the jacket couldn’t cover. Why the fuck androids had breasts to begin with, Connor couldn’t begin to fathom, and it seemed even more ludicrous now seeing them on a “specialized model.”

The android hadn’t moved apart from its artificial breathing, another thing about the machines that was uncanny. They weren’t human, and the fact CyberLife kept trying to pass them off as such was a goddamn insult to humanity.

He met the thing’s eye, gave an unimpressed huff, and went back to nursing his drink. If the fucking tin can didn’t understand a dirty innuendo, he certainly wasn’t going to ruin its pristine, virginal programming.

Connor doubted everything that had just gone through his head as those unnecessarily realistic tits were pressed against his elbow, without warning or any sense of decency or a concept of personal space.

“How about this, Detective?”

Connor fumbled, nearly spilling his drink, a massive what the fuck! warning flashing in his head as the machine pressed closer.

“I’ll buy you another drink, on the house. Surely that’s worth a few minutes of your time? And if not, you can send me on my way.”

Connor couldn’t speak with that voice right into his ear like a close confidant, sultry and low and borderline pornographic, so it was a good thing the android didn’t bother waiting for a response.

Instead, it turned to Jimmy and said in a louder, more normal tone, “Bartender, another round for the detective, please.”

Jimmy turned from where he was cleaning glasses on the counter, eyebrows shooting upward as he looked from the machine to Connor. It had backed up a few inches, but there were a lot of reflective bottles on the wall. Connor wondered just how much Jimmy had seen.

Connor gave a little helpless shrug as if to say, Don’t look at me, I don’t know what the fuck it’s doing!

But when the damn thing actually brought out real paper money and set it on the counter, Jimmy got moving. Seemed he wasn’t picky about where his money came from, and Connor almost resented the fact he hadn’t thrown the android out on principle.

Who the hell gave it money in the first place? CyberLife? What, did they hand it a few bucks of allowance before letting it off its leash?

Despite all his reservations, and there were a great many of them, Connor was not about to turn down a free drink. Or two.

“Make it a double,” he grumbled, purposefully avoiding the android’s focused gaze. He could practically feel the thing staring into the side of his head, but at least it remained at a distance and wasn’t pressed against his side like a drunk, horny badge bunny anymore.

“Thanks, Jim.” Connor took the glass and tipped it back, drowning it in one go. The slide of the familiar burn down his throat, spreading throughout his limbs, did quite a lot to help ease the tension in his muscles.

He released a heavy exhale, pushed away from the bar, and got to his feet.

“You want to play plastic cop? Okay, then. Keep up,” he said, tilting his head in its direction without actually looking at it. “Or I’m leaving your ass behind.”

Connor didn’t wait for a response, only raised his hand in parting to Jimmy, and pushed open the door to let the rain-drenched Detroit night swallow him whole. But even through the sound of the rain pinging off the hood of his nearby car he could hear the even footfalls behind him, just a little too close for comfort.

Fucking androids.

Next Chapter

#connor x reader #detroit: become human #human!connor #android!reader #dbh au big bang #my writing #my fanfiction #inside your wires #i make connor suffer but he's gonna be hard about it

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industriallyinsecure · 3 years

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Spare some hcs for darling begging their yandere for a pet? (I know Maggi already has one but lets assume they want another one to keep them and sweetie baby some company?)

Bold of you to assume Formaggio doesn’t have a shit ton of stray cats running around his apartment bc he couldn’t part with them. For the sake of this, Form’s kitty is named Fontina (yes like the cheese I’m so funny)

Formaggio was just thinking about it!! His little sweetie weetie pumpkin wumpkin Fontina needed someone to keep her company. Not just you, a new friend! Traps one of the strays from the alley or picks one up from a shelter. Either way, he’s coming home with a new cat that you immediately adore and love, even if they are just a stinke lidol creachur. And just like her owner, Fontina is suddenly very attached to your new little friend. Pets do take after their owners after all.

Illuso thought it was funny to get your hopes up only to dash them moments later. It wasn’t enough that he gave you attention? You had to have more than one thing giving you constant attention? He won’t admit it, but he doesn’t want you to focus on anything but him. Cats wouldn’t work, they were too fickle. Dogs were too loud and needed attention at all times (ahem). Rodents smelled bad, as did bunnies. Don’t even get him started about reptiles! There’s really no winning with him, not when he believes he’s all you’ll ever want or need.

Pesci didn’t seem to understand that fish weren’t good company. The betta was pretty, the angelfish were relaxing to watch drift around the aquarium, and yes, the snails were fun to watch occasionally. But you couldn’t hold and love them! So logically, Pesci took you to the pet store to pick out a new addition to the tiny, dingy place he called home (it was your personal prison). When he saw your face light up at the assortment of hamsters, he knew that one of them would break you out of this little funk you were in. And of course he couldn’t just let you have one, your new friend needed a friend too! But before he could ask for an attendant, you insisted that the animal had to choose you, not the other way around. Pesci thought it was adorable when you gently pressed a finger to the glass and the small hamster pressed it’s claw where your finger was. The worker who ended up helping informed both of you that the two hamsters in the cage were siblings, and you (and especially not Pesci) didn’t have the heart to separate them. Now your cruddy excuse for a home had two more little residents, and of course Pesci couldn’t leave without a dwarf gourami fish, either.

It took some convincing, but Prosciutto finally gave in after about a week of sulking and begging. Cats were low maintenance and didn’t need to be walked, so it was a perfect choice. You wouldn’t need to leave the house, and he wouldn’t have to deal with slobber all over his expensive dress shoes, suits, or face. Of course he didn’t take into account that cats shed too, but you’d let him figure that one out on his own. Soon, a fluffy white cat with golden eyes was strutting around your little apartment like she owned the place. Prosciutto didn’t think it was funny you equated her prissiness to his, or that you named her Pancetta just to tease him. It wasn’t like you didn’t catch him sneaking her the gourmet deli cuts he brought home, or that you didn’t see him only giving her tuna. But you’d keep those little bits of information to yourself and just enjoy the way the three of you cuddled on the couch.

Melone is immediately on board. He’ll never admit it, but it was a test of how you handled another’s life. Aka testing if you could handle a baby. Made you take multiple tests to determine what type of animal he should get you, and seriously considers getting you one of each type to see what happened. He concluded that it would be a high stress environment for everyone involved, so that idea was shelved for now. But with his menial paycheck, he couldn’t afford to get you a purebred puppy, even if you insisted that you didn’t care what it looked like. Instead, he settled for a stray puppy he found wandering around the apartment. It was a ratty little thing that almost took his fingers off when he picked it up. When he proudly presented it to you, you insisted that it be bathed so it wouldn’t look (and probably feel) so yucky. Somehow he got you to help him clean the little dog, and he swears that you enjoyed it even if you were frowning most of the time.

Ghiaccio thought you were being a smart ass about his stand and ended up yelling at you for a good five minutes until you started sobbing and locked yourself in the shared bedroom (which he had still neglected to take the lock out). That’s how you ended up with the petulant grey cat Ottavia, an apology gift from the equally petulant Ghiaccio. Not only did they fight a lot, over you, not surprisingly, but Ghiaccio got beaten every time. He swore up and down that your beloved Otto was out to get him, but you picked her side every time, gently squeezing her little beans as you insisted she could do no harm. It was too bad he destroyed your phone, otherwise you could’ve taken pictures of her snuggling up to him while he napped.

Risotto is very wary. Not because he doesn’t want to see you happy, he’s just not confident in his ability to take care of such a small little thing that needed care and attention all the time (cut the act Risotto we all know it’s how you feel about your darling). With enough begging, he saves up enough to buy some higher end pet cages from a garage sale. When he comes home with two rats clinging on to his hand for dear life, he didn’t expect you to start crying. At first he thought you didn’t like them and almost turned on his heel to return them, but seeing you scoop up the little rodents and shower them with kisses and nuzzles made his chest swell with pride. He likes to put them on your head when you’re in a bad mood, it usually works and cheers you up right away. Sometimes he puts them on his hat while he’s scribbling away on paperwork and you’re napping in the bedroom.

I'm gonna be honest here. Gelato probably burned ants for fun as a child. But that didn’t stop Sorbet from coming home with a full size Doberman pinscher. It doubled as a companion AND a deterrent (for you leaving or for intruders, you’d never know. You had a pretty good guess, however). Gelato had trained Anice to bark when you approached any exits to the apartment, including the windows, which caused problems in the summer when you went to open them to let a minuscule breeze in. Anice, despite his scary appearance, loved to cuddle. He often was splayed over your lap, dozing peacefully until Gelato jingled his leash or Sorbet set out food for him. Anice especially loved it when the three of you were “snuggled” up together on the couch and he didn’t have to pick whose lap he wanted to sit on. He was more of Sorbet’s puppy than your companion, however. Anice was very touchy and selective about when you could and could not pet him, sometimes snapping at your hand if you moved too quickly.

#la squadra di esecuzione #yandere headcanons #yandere risotto #yandere ghiaccio #yandere melone #yandere prosciutto #yandere pesci #yandere illuso #yandere formaggio #la squadra x reader

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janeykath318 · 3 years

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The Avengers Zoo

“Since when did the Avengers compound become a zoo?” Darcy asked, flabbergasted to see a frog and a porcupine just chilling out while a hairless cat sat in a sunny corner relaxing. Jane had been summoned down to headquarters and she’d begged Darcy to come too.

“Since Loki showed up and decided to cause havoc, as he is wont to do,” Jane sighed. “Everyone is….not human right now.”

“Oh, dear,” Darcy sighed. “Have you figured out who’s who?”

“Getting there. Hawkeye and Falcon are obvious, The bald eagle has to be Steve, and Thor is a golden retriever, which I have to admit, is kind of fitting.”

A big yellow dog trotted over to Jane and sat at her feet, tail wagging and tongue lolling.

“Hey there, big guy!” Darcy greeted. Thor barked and doggy grinned at her.

“Yeah, it’s good to see you too, pal,” she returned, smiling at him. “Hopefully, we can convince your Bro to undo whatever he did.”

“We think they still have their human minds, but Leo and Jemma are running some tests to verify that,” Jane informed her, leading Darcy to another room, which contained a dozing black bear, a striking panther, an adorable floppy-eared bunny, and three large birds of prey.

Darcy’s jaw dropped and she saluted the bald eagle.

“Wow, Cap. It’s a good look on you,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes. The eagle-Cap’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t move a muscle.

Talk about majestic.

The sleek Falcon next to him let out a sound that Darcy took to be a birdish laugh and preened his feathers.

“Yeah, I see you, Wilson. You’re looking good, too,” she assured him.

Clint-Hawk flapped over to her and squawked a greeting.

“Hey, Clint. How’s the bird life treating you?” She asked, trying not to laugh. “If this wasn’t top secret, I’d have so much good blackmail material on you.”

Hawkeye gave her a birdie glare and shook his brown feathery head.

Darcy had to stifle a shriek when two large spiders suddenly dropped down in front of her. Of course, they were much bigger than any natural spider, but Loki had probably done that on purpose.

“Natasha?” She asked nervously, looking at the one with the red hourglass symbol on its body and thanking her stars she wasn’t arachnophobic.

The spider blinked at her and waved one of its legs, as if affirming her guess. The other spider was a solid black and much more wiggly than Natasha.

“Let me guess: Peter?” She queried, laughing at the younger spider’s antics as he shot around webbing everything in sight.

“Yep,” Jane sighed. “He makes such a mess.”

“King T’Challa looks every bit as regal in panther form as human form,” Darcy commented, watching the panther walking alongside one of the scientists, not making the slightest noise.

“He’s trying his best to help us figure this out,” Jane said affectionately. “He’s quite brilliant even in large cat form.”

The bunny rabbit hopped over to them and looked up at Darcy intensely. In a flash, she was given a mental image of the transformation moment and all the human identities of the animals.

“That’s definitely Wanda,” She informed Jane.

“She showed me who everyone is.”

One of the other scientists ran over eagerly.

“Ooh. Do tell,” he begged, looking like an excited puppy.

Jane rolled her eyes.

“Darcy, this is Leo Fitz. He’s helping figure this thing out. Fitz, this is Darcy.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Fitz said.

“Other than the ones we already know, the cat is Dr. Strange, the frog is Bruce Banner, the porcupine is Tony Stark…” She cut off with a giggle and Fitz and Jane grinned at the hilarity of Tony the Porcupine.

“Anyway, Wanda is the rabbit, and the bear is Bucky Barnes, bless his heart.”

Darcy looked over to the bear, who was now awake and watching her with quizzical eyes.

“I’d stay away from that one,” Fitz advised. “He growls if anyone gets within three meters of him.”

“Poor Bucky really doesn’t like scientists,” Darcy told him. “He knows me. I’ll be okay.”

She walked over and sat down beside Bucky the Bear. He lifted his head, but didn’t growl or lunge at her.

“Hey, there, Bucky.” She told him. “Can you understand me?”

The big bear head nodded clumsily.

“Excellent,” Darcy beamed, then sighed, remembering their last very awkward encounter. “Now I can finally clear the air about us without you running off or interrupting me with self-flagellation.”

Bucky bear made a mournful sound, but Darcy kept on track.

“I thought we had a good thing going, Bucky. The flirting was top-notch and you had me completely wrapped around your little finger. Then we kissed and suddenly, you freaked out and avoided me like I had the plague. It’s okay if you aren’t ready, but I want you to know I’m not scared of you in bear form and I’m not scared of you in human form, either.

You’re a good man, Bucky Barnes. Believe it or not, you do deserve to be happy. Just think about that, okay?”

She could see Steve’s eagle eye watching them, and The Falcon and The Hawk were also gazing with interest.

The bear snuffled and looked up at her with soulful eyes that were ridiculously cute in a large beast like him.

Darcy had a strong urge to give him a pet, but figured it would be best to ask first.

“Do you mind if I touch you? That fur is really something.”

The bear didn’t seem to mind and Darcy slowly sank her fingers into his side and marveled at the feel. She gently ran her hand over his soft black fur, noting that Bucky bear had closed his eyes in bliss.

“Oh, you like that, do you?” She teased. “I bet your human self would too.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a commotion and Jane Foster giving a familiar mischievous figure a thorough chewing out. Loki was trying to be a smartass, but Jane was having none of it. Finally, he gave an exasperated huff.

“Fine! I have modified the spell to wear off in three days. There is no need for more threats. I am well aware of your expertise. You mortals have no sense of humor.”

With a poof, Loki turned himself into a snake and slithered away.

Jane sighed.

“Hear that everyone? You’ll be human again in three days. I have no idea what we’re going to do in the meantime.”

Turned out, Darcy added Avengers zookeeper to her resume during the next few days. She chatted to them, made terrible bird jokes, and helped make sure they ate. She got to watch Steve, Sam, and Hawkeye soaring regally in the air, which was a pretty incredible sight. Bunny Wanda liked to sit on her lap and nibble at lettuce while Porcupine Tony made ridiculous faces at Darcy and pretended he was going to poke Bucky with his quills. Bucky mostly snoozed at Darcy’s feet or watched the Birdy Trio flying around.

Kitty Strange slept most of the time and looked disdainfully at the others when he was awake, goblin like eyes eerily watchful. Thor of course, followed Jane around with his undying loyalty, and the spiders chilled out in their webs, amusing themselves by building more and more elaborate designs. Bruce was given his own private enclosure away from the chaos and he hopped about contentedly.

When day three arrived, they made sure everyone was in a safe location for a safe transition back to human form and waited it out.

Darcy got a text from Jane while on a coffee run that simply said, “I forgot how annoying human Tony is. I think I liked him better as a porcupine.”

The avengers were chattering and joking around about their antics as animals when Darcy got back.

“Lewis! I hear you’re switching careers to zookeeper!” Tony yelled. She flipped him off and ignored him. (She’d learned long ago this was the most effective method of dealing with him if Pepper wasn’t around to tattle to.)

“I have now dubbed you three the Birdy Trio and nothing is gonna change it, so get used to it,” she informed Steve, Clint, and Sam.

They all groaned and Darcy grinned in satisfaction.

Behind her there came a rusty bark of laughter and she turned to see Bucky grinning from ear to ear. His smiles were rare, but they were so adorable, Darcy’s heart skipped a beat.

“Don’t be smug, Barnes,” she playfully chastened him. “You’re gonna be Bucky Bear to me for the rest of your life.”

The smile did not diminish one bit.

“I hope that’s not the only thing I am to you, doll,” he said softly, making her blush.

Steve, observing their interaction, dragged Clint and Sam away to give them privacy and Darcy vowed to thank him later. Steve really was a good bro.

“You were right. I shouldn’t have run away like that,” he admitted, taking a tentative step toward her. “I’ve been kicking myself ever since. I’ve got more issues than National Geographic magazine, but if you’re willing to give me another chance, I’d definitely like to take it.”

Darcy smiled and grabbed his hands in hers: both of them. He looked surprised when he saw her grasping his metal hand, but he gently squeezed back.

“Bucky Bear, I’d love to. How about we start by catching up over dinner?”

“Sounds great, doll,” he said, beaming at her.

#the avengers #crack fic #wintershock #darcy lewis #bucky barnes

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i8jisoo · 4 years

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 ⇉ stray kids & nicknames

skz x reader | reactions

↬ genre; fluff

↬ warnings; nothing

↬ notes; i thought this was rly cute idea anyways

bangchan

personally, you two would probably only use these alone but there would be your slip ups where you used the nicknames around each-other. i honestly see you calling him like either channie or roo, but he’d probably call you the standard names like baby or babe, but also like i somehow see him calling you like little joey strangely enough?

he’ll come back home and just go, “i’m back babe!” or he’ll have you coming to the studio and be like, “there’s my little joey!”

in your case you would probably use these while you two are on the sofa cuddling, bored out of your minds, and you’d just be like, “channie, what do you wanna do today?” or if bangchan is upset or stressed, you would just run your hand over his hair or leg, just like, “roo, what’s wrong?”

minho

i sorta imagine you using nicknames more than him, which he really enjoys but nicknames just can’t seem to fall from his lips as often as you let out. i feel like he prefers just using your name or sometimes — rarely — calls you kitty. your nicknames could range anywhere from honey or catty. catty will only come out if he’s acting like a baby or you are returning his nickname for you.

minho will be laying in bed, bundled up while looking at his phone, giving you a huff as you were still drying your hair. “kitty!! come to bed.” he’d whine, your lips perking up into a smile. you’d turn around so quickly, dropping your towel for your hair.

“catty!! i’m here!!” you’d shout, joining him in bed with soaking wet hair.

or you two would be together, at a dinner with the rest of the boys and you’d let the words slip. “honey!! he’s asking you a question!” minho getting so flustered and just everybody going crazy at your nickname, “y/n..”

changbin

he loves it 100%. he is nott afraid to let you use any nicknames for him and he’s not afraid to use any for you. names like binnie and baby-boy especially he melts at, this man is weak at the knees when you say those names. he might call you angel or poppet, he learned how to say poppet and it was set as your contact name everywhere.

one day the boys would all be together, sitting for a break in the practice room. “hey who’s pop... pet?” jisung would question, looking over changbin’s phone. changbin would reach for his phone so quickly, going into text back to you.

6:43 - poppet what should i make for dinner binnie!!

6:45 - baby-boy just get takeout angel

hyunjin

he doesn’t mind these names being used, usually liking it and just going with it whenever you decide to call him princess or sweetie. princess is definitely used during private intimate moments, whether it be lewd or just you two lying together, you’ll call him princess. i kinda have a thought of him calling you sweetheart or bug, like a tiny bug - definitely not caterpillar but more ladybug in mind.

at first he was unsure about princess, but one day you just said it while you two were cuddling, feet tangled with a fuzzy blanket thrown over you both, and you just went, “princess, i love you.” he’ll just cuddle into you, turning so soft and blushy at your words, “mhm, love you too bug!”

or if you’re around others, sweetie is the way to go. “sweetie, which one do you want?” or “sweetie, which one do you think looks better?” he’ll be like, “this one sweetheart!”, pointing at something or grabbing whatever he wanted.

jisung

kinda thought of the names squish and little squirrel, meanwhile he might call you, petal or squirt. he thought of the turtle squirt from finding nemo everytime he saw you, so why not give you the name squirt? i think petal would be a more domestic nickname, using it around the house when he’s tired or maybe when just being around you anywhere in the house.

the name squish really came from when you were on his lap, your hands pressed against his cheeks while he was giving you a pout. “look at my squish!” jisung’s eyes literally glimmering when he hears your nickname. “and look at my squirt!” he’d shout, mirroring your actions and squishing your face as well.

or he’ll be writing really late at night, you’re just standing at the doorway, “hey, little squirrel,” the l dragging out at the end, “you need to come to bed.” jisung sighing while turning in his chair, “but petal..” he looks at you, “no buts, you can finish in the morning you’ve been up in here for hours.”

felix

i see the common lix being used, otherwise you call felix bun-bun. it came naturally, felix is your little bun-bun. his smile and freckles, with his cute lil nose just gave you the nickname bun-bun. i think felix might tend to call you chickadee or sunshine, he is with it when it comes to cute nicknames to call you. you guys will use the nicknames anywhere, i think y’all are pretty used to them so you guys may or may not have forgotten your real names.

“lix.. m’tired..” you murmur, spreading out like a starfish in his lap. he’d pout, laughing at you. “well sunshine, it’s time for bed! no wonder why!”

felix will come up to the counter, sitting on top of it while watching you. “what’s up chickadee!” you turning and smiling at him, looking at his pajamas and slippers on his feet. “what’s up with you bun-bun, you’re up early!” his hands coming up to his face, blushing at the nickname with a big bunny smile.

seungmin

obviously you call him minnie but something about you calling him pretty boy will make him so shy. he blushes instantly at your words and turn into a mess, especially if you give him a kiss or play with his hair after. i think seungmin would call you bubby or mousey, the names rolling off his tongue naturally when he first started to call you that.

“minnie!! can you come here real quick!!” you call, he’s already out of his room and down the hallway to come to you. you’re probably on the couch and he’ll join you. “hey mousey!! what’d ya’ need?” he’d ask, cuddling into you, and just running a hand through his hair, smiling. “nothing minnie, just wanted you.”

he’ll be leading you around the store, leaning on the cart, in pajamas at two in the morning. your tired appearance contrasts his excited appearance, he’ll be standing looking at the bags of snacks in front of him before side hugging you. “bubby wake up!!” he says excitedly, way too excited at this hour. “you tire me out pretty boy.” seungmin literally beaming at your nickname, already leading you to the next aisle.

jeongin

imma start off with his, he uses this all of the time, regardless of where you two are at or how loud he says it, he calls you dummy. he’ll say it and then smile, a literal demon. he also calls you pet, for whatever reason, pet stuck with you. you call him puppy, but think of a chihuahua who doesn’t stop barking, that’s exactly what you mean. you also call him hon, giving his cheeks a little squish.

you two will be brushing your teeth together, side by side, jeongin will have his toothbrush in his mouth. “dummy, you have toothpaste everywhere.” he says, pointing at the paste dribbling down your chin. “hon, sorry, but i hate you.” you mumbled, spitting out your toothpaste in the sink and cleaning your face.

“pet!!” he whines, pouting at you. “puppy..!! what!!” you exclaim, pretending to be annoyed. “can you get me water?” he gives you his little sad eyes, you frowning and groaning as you got up from bed to go retrieve his request.

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procrastination-queenie · 3 years

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Kitten |JJK

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Fem. Reader

Synopsis: The reader is a cat lover and Jungkook is a sucker for her.

Note: None of the photos used is mine.

Warning: none, just heart-wrenching fluff and love for animals.

Word Count: 2,148

You must've been cursed; that must be it. Since you were a child, your heart has been cursed with softness. Yup! You're were so soft and sensitive, your little heart could never understand the concept of being cold. This was no different when it came to animals. You appreciated the existence of such pure souls in this cruel world. But then you're a child how could you understand the term or the concept of being cruel. Well, humans were the embodiment of that term, you were convinced. Convinced that a man who hit a poor donkey so harshly is cruel, a woman who shooed a starved kitten is cruel, a man who kept his dog out in the streets during cold nights is cruel, a family who abandons a disabled or an aged dog is cruel. Your poor little heart can't take it.

You remember the incident of the donkey and how his owner mistreated him; you instantly turned to your dad demanding that he must take an action and I quote "daddy, you must hit the man because he's being mean to the donkey!" Which he replied to saying "yes, dear of course; I'll do that." But as any parent would in this situation he promised you empty words, passing the terrible incident and driving away. "Why aren't you doing anything?" The baby you pouted in anger as your car moved away. "Sweetie, I promise I'll return to shout at the man for committing such a terrible act." And of course, as any child would, you trusted your dad to handle the situation.

You just couldn't grasp the mentality of these cruel people, more importantly, your mind couldn't help and create weird scenarios in your head such as: what if this kitty is lost? She must feel cold! She must feel hungry! She must be afraid! And your poor heart was the victim of these thoughts. Your Heart was soft to the point that you would literally shed tears if a cat or a dog looked at you cutely. You would coo at him/her then start crying because and I quote, again "It must feel terrible that they can't express to us how they're feeling, I mean what if he/she is trying to tell us something, but we can't understand him/her!" you'd say with tears flowing down your baby face. You couldn't even bring yourself to categorise animals under the subject "it" when talking or referring to an animal you would always address it according to its gender because you believed that they feel the same way humans feel, and they deserve to be appreciated and loved.

It didn't help that your parents were very strict about their "No pets" rule. You have always wanted to care for a soul; however, that was a big no from your parents. This led to you taking interest in every living animal that passed you by in the streets or was owned by your friends to fill this void in your heart. For instance, you will never forget that one time when you said: "hello kitty!" enthusiastically to a street cat while walking around with a friend of yours. The poor thing stood in its place stiff like a statue of a pharaonic cat as you addressed it. "Oh look, it turned to me when I said hi kitty because it knows it's a cat... Awww!" You said with the same enthusiasm to your friend who witnessed the whole thing wondering if you're sane enough to be let out in the streets or not. "Oh Lord, give me strength!" She said walking away from you. "Bye kitty!"

Today like any other day, you agreed with your fiancé, Jungkook, that you'd meet after you both finish work to have lunch together. "Same as usual?" Jungkook croaked an eyebrow as his eyes scanned the menu for the millionth time in hopes to find a new item that he might like to try, but this was an old restaurant, it never really added anything new to the menu. You hummed looking out of the window next to you. It was raining lightly and the weather was getting chilly by the minute. After placing your orders, Jungkook started telling you about his day as usual as you waited for the food to arrive. "… and Jimin-ssi broke the record today for falling out of the chair. Seriously how could he keep falling out of a chair this easily, I mean the chair was right there!" He laughed looking at you expecting you laugh as well but it seemed that your mind was elsewhere, or your eyes were elsewhere. "Jagiya, what are you looking at?" He turned his gaze to where you were staring. There, by the bus station was a shivering small black kitten that looked like it wanted to fall asleep but couldn't because of the cold. The poor thing was shivering wildly. It also looked like it was malnourished. He looked back at you to find you frowning with pouty lips and teary eyes. "Kookie!" You whined and looked at him, pleading to let you go help the kitten. He already knew what you were thinking, and he loved you for it. Your big heart that spread warmth and generosity in abundance was always something that left him in awe. "You know they won't allow me in with her!" Your puppy eyes were killing him, already. He chuckled, "you know already that it's a girl?" He was constantly shocked by how you could tell whether the animal you were talking about was a boy or a girl, and you rarely guessed wrong. "You know the deal." You chuckled standing up. You took off your scarf and went outside.

You approached the poor kitten slowly so not to startle it. "Hey, baby! You cold?" Your voice took an entirely different tone as if you were talking to a child trying to coax it. "It's okay, I am not going to hurt you." You said heart aching at the way she tried to step away from you. You wrapped her into the warm scarf, petting her to calm her down and to let her know that you didn't intend on hurting her.

Jungkook made his way to you with an umbrella and both of your food, in his other hand that he told the waiter that he would take it away instead of eating in the restaurant. His heart swelled at the view of you gently brushing your finger behind its ears. He sighed taking a seat next to you. You pulled a piece of chicken from your plate, feeding it to the kitten. "Awww, she must have been so hungry." You said as the poor thing devoured the chicken in seconds. "Where's your mummy?" You spoke to the kitten, it only meowed back at you which made your eyes teary. "What if she's lost!" You pouted looking at Jungkook. "Awww Jagiya I am sure her mum went to get her some food." He said scratching the back of his head, not really knowing what to do. He just hated to see you this sad. Your pout intensified as your head made up scenarios such as what if the kitten's mum got hit by a car? Or what if she's not returning? and so on. "We could wait a bit if you want? You know, to make sure that she's safe." He said shrugging. You smiled at him thankful that he put your heart at ease, seeing that you can't find it in you to leave the poor kitten alone. You kept on feeding the kitten as a couple of hours passed by, and yet her mum didn't show up. "Jagiya, you have nothing left to eat!" Jungkook frowned at the empty plate, noting in the back of his head to order you something else when you go home. "It's okay I am not that hungry." You said gaze and mind lost in the petite kitten that now found warmth and comfort in your lap, engulfed by your cosy scarf.

Jungkook knew that you won't eat if another being was hungry, even if you were starving. He smiled, a light bulb appeared above his head, "you know..." You reluctant tore your gaze from the kitten to look at your fiancé. " We can take it home." He smiled widely. "It's a she!" You scoffed then gasped after you realised what he was saying. "Are you... saying that we can keep it?" Your eyes widened at his suggestion. His bunny-like features lit up as he simply shrugged. You shrieked in happiness, "Kookie you're the best!" You said planting a kiss on his cheek. You apologised for the kitten afterwards for startling her, "awww, sorry baby!" You patted her.

You couldn't wipe the smile off of your face as you went to the vet first thing to give her the required vaccinations, clean her up and trim her claws. "We should buy her a few toys, too!" You said lost in thought as you waited for your kitten to finish. Jungkook looking at you in awe, he couldn't help how cute you looked. "… Because you know how mum and dad feel about pets." You were babbling, turning your head towards Jungkook, missing the way he leaned in to capture your lips with his. He kissed you softly and passionately that you were lost when he pulled away. "W-what was that for?" You whispered, his forehead resting on yours as you opened your eyes slowly. "Nothing, you're just so cute I couldn't help it." He chuckled.

"Mr Jeon, Mrs L/N, your pet is all set, did you settle on a name, yet?" A nurse came out holding the kitten in a blue blanket. You grabbed her gently as Jungkook shook his head, "Nah not yet." He turned to you, "do you have anything in mind babe?" You nodded eagerly like a child, "yeah I have a few! But we need to settle on something." You looked at Jungkook who chuckled at your child-like behaviour.

Apparently, on your way to the vet you went through the internet looking for a unique name for your kitten. "I like blackie" Jungkook said eyeing the rest of the list, "I like it to, but I feel like it's racist." You pouted hating the idea of naming her "blackie" because she's black. Jungkook chuckled, "okay, how about Luna?" You hummed, then claimed that it was not unique enough.

"What about Twinkie?"

"Doesn't seem like a girl's name!"

"Babe you're the one who made this list!" He looked up from your phone to see you looking at the kitten instead. "Well, they sounded pretty when I wrote them down, but now that we're serious about keeping her, I feel like I'm picking my child's name. Kook this is a huge responsibility!" You pouted looking at him. He laughed at how you were taking this so seriously, but he understood, you have always wanted a pet, and now that you were having one it felt surreal.

"How about Selena?"

"Sounds posh for a cat!" Jungkook erupted in laughter. Oh God this was going to be fun, he thought shaking his head.

"Did you get it?" You jumped in anticipation as Jungkook returned home with your kitten's gift. He chuckled, "Yup" you jumped from your seat running over to him to see it. It was a collar with her name engraved on a golden piece. "It looks beautiful!" You squealed. "Yeah, baby it does." He said kissing your forehead. There laid the name "Angel" in a neat font. You know it's not that unique but you truly felt that the name suited her perfectly. She stood there looking up at both you and Jungkook, head tilted to the side wondering what's going on. You put the collar around her neck as she kept staring at you with her baby blue eyes that made your heart melt. "I think am in love!" You whispered in awe with teary eyes, Jungkook laughed loudly, thanking God for gifting him with a precious hearted partner as you.

That night you and Jungkook went to bed with Angel sleeping cosily between the two of you. "Thank you." You whispered, patting Angel's soft fur. "What for?" Jungkook looked up to you with doe eyes filled with puzzlement. "For allowing me to experience this, I mean you could have said no to taking Angel in." You whispered, refusing to think of what could have happened to her if you left her that day on the streets. "Babe, it's nothing. I don't even know why we haven't thought of it earlier, you know I don't mind pets." He said shrugging. "Still, thank you. I wanted this for so long." Jungkook looked at you with a soft gaze. He kissed your forehead, muttering a "good night", contentment filling his heart for the new addition to your little family.

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kkoongiee · 3 years

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stray kids scenarios — nicknames you call eachother ‹𝟹

notes, dis was on my first blog but i decided to post it on here .. if anyone has seen this on maysdiors .. feel free to um like again, if u havent? welcome ^_^

personally, you and chan would probably only use these alone but there would be your slip ups where you used the nicknames around each-other. i honestly see you calling him like either channie or roo, but he’d probably call you the standard names like baby or babe, but also like i somehow see him calling you like little joey strangely enough? he’ll come back home and just go, “i’m back babe!” or he’ll have you coming to the studio and be like, “there’s my little joey!” in your case you would probably use these while you two are on the sofa cuddling, bored out of your minds, and you’d just be like, “channie, what do you wanna do today?” or if bangchan is upset or stressed, you would just run your hand over his hair or leg, just like, “roo, what’s wrong?” 🥺

i sorta imagine you using nicknames more than minho, which he really enjoys but nicknames just can’t seem to fall from his lips as often as you let out. i feel like he prefers just using your name or sometimes — rarely — calls you kitty. your nicknames could range anywhere from honey or catty. catty will only come out if he’s acting like a baby or you are returning his nickname for you. minho will be laying in bed, bundled up while looking at his phone, giving you a huff as you were still drying your hair. “kitty!! come to bed.” he’d whine, your lips perking up into a smile. you’d turn around so quickly, dropping your towel for your hair. “catty!! i’m here!!” you’d shout, joining him in bed with soaking wet hair. or you two would be together, at a dinner with the rest of the boys and you’d let the words slip. “honey!! he’s asking you a question!” minho getting so flustered and just everybody going crazy at your nickname, “y/n..” 🧍🧍

changbin loves it 100%. he is nott afraid to let you use any nicknames for him and he’s not afraid to use any for you. names like binnie and baby-boy especially he melts at, this man is weak at the knees when you say those names. he might call you angel or poppet, he learned how to say poppet and it was set as your contact name everywhere. one day the boys would all be together, sitting for a break in the practice room. “hey who’s pop… pet?” jisung would question, looking over changbin’s phone. changbin would reach for his phone so quickly, going into text back to you. bye sometimes he gets a lil embarrassed 😭 binnie do love u and ur nicknames tho

hyunjin doesn’t mind these names being used, usually liking it and just going with it whenever you decide to call him princess or sweetie. princess is definitely used during private intimate moments, whether it be lewd or just you two lying together, you’ll call him princess. i kinda have a thought of him calling you sweetheart or bug, like a tiny bug - definitely not caterpillar but more ladybug in mind. at first he was unsure about princess, but one day you just said it while you two were cuddling, feet tangled with a fuzzy blanket thrown over you both, and you just went, “princess, i love you.” he’ll just cuddle into you, turning so soft and blushy at your words, “mhm, love you too bug!” or if you’re around others, sweetie is the way to go. “sweetie, which one do you want?” or “sweetie, which one do you think looks better?” he’ll be like, “this one sweetheart!”, pointing at something or grabbing whatever he wanted.

jisung kinda thought of the names squish and little squirrel, meanwhile he might call you, petal or squirt. he thought of the turtle squirt from finding nemo everytime he saw you, so why not give you the name squirt? i think petal would be a more domestic nickname, using it around the house when he’s tired or maybe when just being around you anywhere in the house. the name squish really came from when you were on his lap, your hands pressed against his cheeks while he was giving you a pout. “look at my squish!” jisung’s eyes literally glimmering when he hears your nickname. “and look at my squirt!” he’d shout, mirroring your actions and squishing your face as well. or he’ll be writing really late at night, you’re just standing at the doorway, “hey, little squirrel,” the l dragging out at the end, “you need to come to bed.” jisung sighing while turning in his chair, “but petal..” he looks at you, “no buts, you can finish in the morning you’ve been up in here for hours.”

for felix i see the common lix being used, otherwise you call felix bun-bun. it came naturally, felix is your little bun-bun. his smile and freckles, with his cute lil nose just gave you the nickname bun-bun. i think felix might tend to call you chickadee or sunshine, he is with it when it comes to cute nicknames to call you. you guys will use the nicknames anywhere, i think y’all are pretty used to them so you guys may or may not have forgotten your real names. “lix.. m’tired..” you murmur, spreading out like a starfish in his lap. he’d pout, laughing at you. “well sunshine, it’s time for bed! no wonder why!” felix will come up to the counter, sitting on top of it while watching you. “what’s up chickadee!” you turning and smiling at him, looking at his pajamas and slippers on his feet. “what’s up with you bun-bun, you’re up early!” his hands coming up to his face, blushing at the nickname with a big bunny smile.

with seungmin obviously you call him minnie but something about you calling him pretty boy will make him so shy. he blushes instantly at your words and turn into a mess, especially if you give him a kiss or play with his hair after. i think seungmin would call you bubby or mousey, the names rolling off his tongue naturally when he first started to call you that. “minnie!! can you come here real quick!!” you call, he’s already out of his room and down the hallway to come to you. you’re probably on the couch and he’ll join you. “hey mousey!! what’d ya’ need?” he’d ask, cuddling into you, and just running a hand through his hair, smiling. “nothing minnie, just wanted you.” he’ll be leading you around the store, leaning on the cart, in pajamas at two in the morning. your tired appearance contrasts his excited appearance, he’ll be standing looking at the bags of snacks in front of him before side hugging you. “bubby wake up!!” he says excitedly, way too excited at this hour. “you tire me out pretty boy.” seungmin literally beaming at your nickname, already leading you to the next aisle.

to start it off with his, jeongin uses this all of the time, regardless of where you two are at or how loud he says it, he calls you dummy. he’ll say it and then smile, a literal demon. he also calls you pet, for whatever reason, pet stuck with you. you call him puppy, but think of a chihuahua who doesn’t stop barking, that’s exactly what you mean. you also call him hon, giving his cheeks a little squish. you two will be brushing your teeth together, side by side, jeongin will have his toothbrush in his mouth. “dummy, you have toothpaste everywhere.” he says, pointing at the paste dribbling down your chin. “hon, sorry, but i hate you.” you mumbled, spitting out your toothpaste in the sink and cleaning your face. “pet!!” he whines, pouting at you. “puppy..!! what!!” you exclaim, pretending to be annoyed. “can you get me water?” he gives you his little sad eyes, you frowning and groaning as you got up from bed to go retrieve his request.

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gojifan97 · 4 years

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Dads For Deku-Family Bonding

“Alright Izuku, are you ready to come out?” said Gentle, knocking on Izuku’s door. La Brava was standing a little behind Gentle, staring expectedly at the door.

“Y-yeah! I’m ready!”

“Excellent, then show us what the newest member of our show will look like!” said Gentle, dramatically flourishing his arms. After all a showman must always be practicing, he never knew when the camera would turn on.

“Behold…” Izuku said. The door slammed open and Izuku leapt out, “KILLER RABBIT!” He landed on the floor and struck what seemed intended to be an intimidating pose. Seemed to being the operative term.

This wasn’t helped by his costume. It looked like a giant bunny costume. It consisted of a black jumpsuit, with elbow and knee pads, a dark green waistcoat with gray geometric highlights (how did he even get that?), a utility belt partially hidden by the coat, white gardener’s gloves, his red sneakers (throwing off the color scheme), a dark mouthpiece with a fanged grin painted on the front, and a cowl that covered his head topped by massive bunny ears. All in all, he looked ridiculous.

Gentle struggled to hold in his laughter. Beside him, he saw La Brava doing the same. He began to frantically fake-cough to get it out of his system.

“Gentle are you alright?” Izuku asked running up to him. The failed attempt at being intimidating now replaced with his regular sweet and harmless demeanor.

“Yes, yes. Just had something in my throat,” Gentle said. An idea began to form.

“Oh good. You were just coughing so hard, and it sounded so weird…”

“Hey, Izuku,” said La Brava, shuffling awkwardly, “About your name…”

“Huh? Is it bad?” Izuku said, his eyes looking like a sad puppy under his mask. La Brava stumbled slightly, so Gentle took this opportunity to jump in.

“Not at all! However I think you should drop the “Killer” part from your name. It creates a negative image for our viewers!” he said. La Brava sent him a confused look.

“Oh ok, that makes sense,” said Izuku. “Then I shall be Rabbit! And while they may have once underestimated me, seen me as something weak and helpless, the evils of this world will soon learn I am a threat to all those who harm the innocents!”

“Oh, so that’s why you went with that motif. That makes sense,” La Brava said. But when Izuku looked away she still eyed his costume skeptically.

“Now, I believe we have other things to do now. The sun is down, it is time.”

“Wait now? Tonight?! I thought I was just trying on my costume today!”

“Not to worry Izuku, you said you’ve been training in that on your own right?” said Gentle.

“…Yeah…”

“You have me and La Brava to handle the lion’s share of the work and protect you if needed right?”

“Yeah.”

“And you need to start eventually right?”

“Yeah! Ok. I’m ready to have my first outing tonight!”

“That’s the spirit!” said Gentle, who began walking to grab his disguise.

“Come on! La Brava said to Izuku as she went for her own. “You’ll do great!”

The three ran across the rooftops. Whenever they came to the edge of one, Gentle would take the lead and use his quirk to make the edge of the roof a trampoline for them. They stopped on the edge of a roof overlooking a street in a more run-down neighborhood. Gentle looked and listened for any sign of wrongdoing. He heard the sound of crying. He looked and saw a little girl sobbing in front of a tree, her cat near the top loudly meowing, stuck.

“Follow me!” He said, leaping down. After a few light bounces he and La Brava were securely on the ground. Izuku stood on the edge, staring down.

“Come on Izuku! You can do it!” said Gentle.

“We made it! Gentle made the ground soft!” said La Brava.

Izuku snapped to look at them as if he’d forgotten about them.

“Trust me,” Gentle said, “You’ll be fi-“

Izuku raised his hand in a “wait” gesture, then began scrambling down the building, using any handholds available and even dropping himself once or twice, using the parkour skills he’d shown Gentle so happily last week. Gentle felt proud. Until Izuku slipped and fell onto an awning. He rolled down and Gentle softened the ground just before Izuku landed into a roll. That did not terrify Gentle at all. Only slightly concern him.

“S-sorry, I guess I have to work on that a little more…” Izuku said. “I wanted to try getting down myself so if you’re ever not there I’ll be able to do it on my own…”

Gentle smiled, “Excellent forward thinking. And don’t be afraid to try again. As long as I’m here I’ll be ready to help catch you.”

“I am too! Even if I’m not strong. I will even use my quirk to help you if needed.” La Brava said. Love of surrogate little brothers was still love after all.

Izuku began tearing up, “Thank-OH MY GOSH THE CIVILIAN!” He leapt to his feet and began racing to the little girl with the cat in the tree. La Brava got out the camera.

Gentle tried to introduce himself, but he didn’t even make it past “I AM” before Izuku was kneeling next to the girl.

“Hi there, I’m Rabbit. Do you need some help?” said Izuku.

The girl stopped crying, turned to Izuku, and pointed, “My kitty Cupcake is in that tree and can’t get down. Are you a hero? Can you help him down? Be careful, he scratches.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get him right down!” said Izuku. He quickly climbed the tree until he made it to the wailing cat. He carefully lifted the cat into his shoulders and climbed down. “There you go!” he said, “The cat wasn’t any trouble after all.”

“Oh good! I guess he was too scared by being up in the tree!” said the girl. Izuku smiled, until her words seemed to sink in. The rest of them picked up on it too, just as the cat began growling.

After Izuku escaped that ferocious little cretin, the girl gave him a hug, calling him her hero, thanked the rest of them. She picked up her pet monster and walked inside. The three of them ran off to their next adventure.

“I didn’t get any footage of you Gentle, but I got plenty of Izuku. It makes for a great debut!”

“Excellent work La Brava!”

“I’ve got a question though,” she glanced at Izuku, who was running ahead and upwind of them, then she continued in a tone too low for him to hear, “Why’d you let him keep that ridiculous name and costume anyway? It doesn’t even match our theme!”

“Well La Brava, that’s because I realized Izuku has a different appeal. His attempts at intimidation are so horrendous to regular people that they will endear them to him. That, his soft demeanor, and how obviously bad he is at looking “cool” will make them all love him causing our videos to, what were your words, ‘go viral for sheer dorky adorable?’”

“I guess. He will have cuteness appeal with a lot of viewers, especially younger ones” she said, “but why not tell him?”

Gentle smirked. “Because he’d never believe me. So, I’ll let his unexpected popularity be a pleasant surprise.”

They soon came across a group of muggers harassing a trio of teenagers.

“Greetings! I am the GENTLE VIGILANTE, here to make my vigilante debut!” said Gentle.

“I am his faithful butler and partner in ending your ungentlemanly behavior, La Brava!”

“And I am here to protect the innocent, underestimate me at your own risk, for I am Rabbit!”

The last one caused the criminals to break into a fit of laughter. It lasted until Rabbit punched one in the face.

After a brief fight the muggers were all subdued. Izuku seemed to be gleeful about defeating two of them quirkless, Gentle was happy to have tried out Izuku’s suggestion of carrying and rubberfying a rapier (quite good for slapping those hooligans), while La Brava struggled working the camera.

“It won’t turn on!” she said, pushing the button for the fifth time.

“That leader guy said that his quirk disables all communication and recording devices that get too close and keeps them that way for twelve hours,” said one of the teens.

“W-what?” she said, looking like she’d just been told Christmas was cancelled.

“Yeah, sorry. My phone got the same. Hope I don’t lose anything already on there.”

“But that means…” she groaned, “never mind. You guys ok?”

“Yeah! Did they hurt you? Or take anything? You know, before we showed up?” said Izuku.

“Aside from some incredibly crass comments? No.” said one of the teenagers.

“Ungentlemanly filth,” said Gentle, “No matter. You all run along, find help, and call the police. Tell them where to find these ruffians. In the meantime my associates and I will be off.” He, La Brava, and Izuku bounced away.

“That was, a fine experience. Worthy of some fine tea,” said Gentle.

“Yeah, even though we won’t have any footage aside from maybe Izuku helping the girl. Still, it was nice to do all that,” La Brava said.

“I got to be a hero. I got to save people,” Izuku said, taking off his hood and mouthpiece, “I know I’ve said it before but, thank you for taking me in Gentle. You’ve given me so much I never thought I could have.” His eyes glistened with tears.

“You’ve repaid it in full with all you’ve given us Rabbit, from your smarts and strategies, to your moral compass that lead us to becoming the vigilantes we are today. It is an honor to have you with us,” said Gentle.

“He’s right you know. You’ve helped us as much as we’ve helped you,” said La Brava.

They shared a group hug. They eventually broke off and La Brava said “With the camera shot, what are we gonna-“

They heard another scream. Izuku was already running toward it. As they neared the alley they heard it from, La Brava said to Gentle, “About your plan. With Izuku?”

“Yes?”

Izuku got into the alley just ahead of them and shouted, “Stop dirtbags! I am the terror that hops in the night! RABBIT!”

She smirked, “It’s totally gonna work.”

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another-whump-sideblog · 10 days

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Jane's Pets Chapter 101: Funeral

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Kitty knows that showering right now is probably a bad idea, but they feel gross covered in vomit and sweat. Whatever. None of the doors here lock from the inside; if anything happens Bunny and Puppy won't have any trouble getting to them. They grab a new outfit to change into and toss it onto the bathroom floor before undressing and stumbling into the shower. They don't turn the light on and find that just being in a darker room helps them feel a bit better.

They know they're not being fair to Bunny and Puppy. But at least they can think that, at least their head is clear instead of full of fog. They hate that right now the only way to think clearly is to not fix the problem making them lash out, but there's nothing else they can do. Being drugged again isn't an option, and it's better to be themself and be mean than to be nice but not themself.

They shower quickly, to avoid worrying Bunny and Puppy any more than they already have. The shower is way louder than normal, anyway, so they don't want to keep it on longer than necessary. Luckily, they don't have any seizures in the time it takes to get clean, so they quickly get dressed and head out to the living room, leaving their dirty clothes on the bathroom floor.

Bunny and Puppy are talking (well, Bunny's talking and Puppy's writing) in the living room. They brought the drawer up, which is nice. They did what Kitty suggested!

Kitty collapses onto the couch and says nothing, ignoring Bunny and Puppy's stares. They should apologize, but any answer to that apology would make them angry all over again, so they keep their mouth shut.

The plan might take a bit longer than anticipated; Kitty doubts their ability to get packed and knows there's no way they can hike to the nearest town until the withdrawal has run its course.

"...Kitty?" The worry in Bunny's voice makes them want to punch something. "Me and Puppy… we were thinking of burying Jane's body. Does that sound good?"

Kitty gives a thumbs up.

"Do you want to join?"

Kitty shakes their head.

"Um… can you stay in the backyard with us anyway, so we can keep an eye on you?"

Kitty groans. It's a fair ask, they know that, but they want to stay here! And Bunny is so– he just–

There's no rational root to this anger, but knowing that doesn't change anything. They grit their teeth and force themself out the back door. After a brief moment of hesitation, they lie in the grass. It's really uncomfortable, but so is everything else. At least it's still dark outside.

"...Thank you, Kitty."

They just have to get through this. The shaking and the nausea and the anger and everything. They try to just focus on their breathing. In and out, in and out. Just make it to the next breath without screaming, and the next one, and the next one.

Withdrawal can't last forever. They'll get through this.

Luckily for you and Puppy, a shallow grave has already been dug. Neither of you want to dig it deeper, so that's all Jane gets. Now that your hands are healed, you can help Puppy bury Jane.

Puppy is crying again. You don't know if she's upset about Jane or Kitty or something else, and you can't really converse while her hands are occupied with the shovel.

You look at the pressure sores on Puppy's face. Fuck! You forgot about those after you failed to heal them! Stupid, stupid Bunny, how do you keep missing things that are so obvious?

"Let's… I'll go get some bandages and stuff for your face. Do you have any other injuries we should take care of? I don't… I'm worried I wouldn't remember, I feel so scattered lately."

Puppy points to her neck. There are pressure sores there, too.

"Oh, right. Anything else?"

Puppy shakes her head.

"Kitty, is there anything you need?"

Kitty groans and shakes their head. You set down your shovel, quickly go inside, get the necessary supplies, and come back out.

Puppy stops burying Jane's body for a bit to let you clean and bandage her wounds.

"Okay, so… we're going to bury Jane, then… then you go talk to your criminal contact? And me and Kitty get packed if we, uh, can… and then when you get back you get packed, and we sell stuff… am I remembering it right so far?"

Puppy nods.

"After we do that… are we going to the hospital?"

Puppy looks at Kitty and shrugs. That makes sense. If Kitty refuses to go, you and Puppy probably won't go either, and at least for now it looks like Kitty won't go to a hospital.

"Okay. We'll just… see how we're doing after we've sold the stuff. Should we… Kitty was right that people will ask questions, we'll need some kind of story eventually–"

Puppy shakes her head and gestures at Jane's half-buried body.

"Right. One thing at a time." You pick your shovel back up and get to work.

Puppy starts humming a soft, sad song. The kind you might hear at a funeral. She's still crying, but at least she's not crying salt directly into her wounds? That's something.

You wish you could comfort her, but Jane dying is the best thing that's ever happened to you, and you can't put yourself in her shoes enough to even know what could be comforting. You also know that there's sometimes nothing anyone can say that will be comforting, that's how you felt about a lot of the people who tried to comfort you after your dad died.

"I wish I had something comforting to say." You finally settle on. "Let me know if there's anything I can do."

She sniffles and nods, then goes back to her humming.

Puppy hates that she can't hate Master. It's just part of the spell, it must be. Her misery is the price they had to pay, and it was worth it, so she'll just have to grieve Master. It's nothing to do with Puppy being messed up, it's just the spell.

But Bunny wouldn't have asked her to do it if she wasn't able to feel this way even a little bit beforehand.

It's not like Puppy ever thought Master actually cared about her beyond wanting to get the most entertainment out of her as possible. What is there to miss? What is there to grieve? Why does she feel so awful?

She can't figure it out, no matter how much she thinks about it. None of the affection Master gave was anywhere near as comforting as affection from Bunny or Kitty, so it can't be that she's missing that affection. She cared about Master, pitied her, but wouldn't that make her happy on Master's behalf that she finally got what she wanted?

It's a waste of time to think about this. It doesn't matter. No matter what the answer is, nothing changes. What she should be mulling over is whether she should die or not.

Bunny and Kitty need her. They need her, but she hurts them, she makes their lives worse, so what should she do?

It would hurt them horribly if she died. She knows that. At what point does that pain become less than the pain she causes by being alive?

Maybe once they're stable? Right now they really need Puppy, she has information and resources they don't. Once they don't need those things, she'll just be a burden, so even though her dying will hurt them it will end up hurting them less than if she'd continued living.

Satisfied with her plan, her mind starts wandering– hitting immediately on the loop of things she's going to get punished for that's been going in the back of her mind. Taking off the collar. Taking off the muzzle. Not putting the collar back on. Not putting the muzzle back on. Speaking. Not putting the collar back on. Not putting the muzzle back on. Writing. Not putting the collar back on. Not putting the muzzle back on. Drinking water. Not throwing up the water. Not putting the collar back on. Not putting the muzzle back on. Drinking water again. Not throwing up the water. Not putting the collar back on. Not putting the muzzle back on. Not throwing up the water. Writing again. Not putting the collar back on. Not putting the muzzle back on. Not throwing up the water. Taking off the collar–

Master is dead. She repeats that to herself, over and over again, but the loop continues, getting longer with each iteration. Every second she doesn't put the collar back on is another infraction, another thing Master will punish her for. Every second she doesn't put the muzzle–

She tries to focus on burying Master. Almost done now.

If she could speak, she might give a eulogy. Talk about how she loves Master and misses her and doesn't know why because Master was awful. How she's still so afraid of her, despite knowing she's dead. How she was just a scared kid and Puppy hates that there wasn't anything that could be done to help her besides killing her. How Puppy thinks she would be the same as Jane if she was stuck as a twelve-year-old for that long.

But she can't speak, and writing her eulogy would be a waste of time, so she doesn't say anything.

Soon enough, Master is completely covered in a thick layer of dirt. Puppy looks over to Bunny's garden. They're leaving anyway, so picking some flowers won't be a big deal, right?

She picks some flowers and makes a small bouquet, then lays it on Master's grave. The sun is starting to rise.

It's done. Time to move onto the next thing, until the others don't need her anymore.

"So… do you want to go now, or wait a bit…"

Puppy looks over to Kitty. They're trying to pull blades of grass out of the ground and struggling because of how badly they're shaking.

Puppy goes inside, gets her paper and pencil, and starts writing out instructions on how to get to the nearest town in case Kitty becomes unresponsive. She's worried that by then it will be too late, but what can they do when Kitty will refuse care for as long as they possibly can?

She's writing without permission again. She could stop at any second but she doesn't, she keeps going. More gets added to the loop at the back of her mind.

Bunny comes in a few minutes later, Kitty walking stiltedly and grumbling to themself behind him. They quickly collapse onto the couch and cover their face with their arms. Bunny heads into the kitchen.

Once she finishes the directions and a poorly drawn map, she adds I should be back by tonight at the very latest. Probably earlier, but there's not really a good way to tell time here besides sunrise and sunset. If the sun sets and I'm still not back

She can't think of anything to write. If she doesn't come back, Bunny and Kitty won't have many options.

use your best judgement. She finally settles on. Bunny and Kitty will probably know more about surviving with little to no money than her, anyway.

Bunny comes back into the living room with a water bottle and some granola bars. "Take these, please. Don't go… wherever you're going and back here without eating or drinking anything."

Puppy nods and takes the supplies, fully planning on dumping them somewhere in the woods. Bunny looks at what she's written.

"...Okay. Is your… criminal contact in this town you gave directions to?"

Puppy nods.

"Alright. If you're not back by sundown, we'll come look for you."

She frowns, but she can't really argue. She told him to use his best judgement, so it's up to him.

She gives Bunny a goodbye hug and writes a quick If I never see you again I want you to know I love you both. Then she sets off, out the door and into the woods.

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hollyhomburg · 5 years

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Cute Aggression (MYG + PJM )

Summary: When you get drunk with your boyfriends- 3 things always happen: Jimin gets bratty. You get needy. And Yoongi gets impossibly irrevocably mushy gushy sugar cookie soft.

W/c: 1.5k (drabble!)

Tags: Polyamory, Alcohol, everyone is drunk, Soft Min Yoongi, bratty Jimin

Song rec: Needy ~ Ariana Grande

“Oh my god Jiminie you’re getting this all over my face” you whine, half giggly and half drunk as Jimin smears about about three times as much of the recommended amount of foaming cleanser on your cheeks.

“You’re supposed to use this much baby” Jimin giggles, sending Yoongi a mischievous look, as if you don’t know that you’re definitely not supposed to use even half that much. You grumble and rub the quite frankly ridiculous amount of soap on your face like you usually do because you’re dedicated even though it’s about 5 times as difficult to do your skincare routine when you're this drunk.

And Yoongi watches from the doorway, you only have one sink in your too small apartment for the three of you. And Yoongi will wash his face when you’re both done not that he minds just watching the two of you in the slightest, quite the opposite in fact: he indulges in it.

Yoongi watches the way your cheeks move as you try to spread the cleanser around, pushing them up and making them look puffy and flushed pink. your soft bunny ear headband keeps your hair back. It makes you look absolutely adorable, Jimin too- with his white kitty ear band that's a little firmer to keep his shorter bangs back. Yoongi feels the edges of his heart turning squishy as he watches it, feeling domestic and soft in a way he doesn't often let himself feel.

In truth it probably has to do with the alcohol still lingering in his system. Yoongi is a little tipsy, you’d gone to a bar earlier that night to hang out with the rest of Yoongi’s and Jimin’s friends and left when the bar got too crowded. Though Jimin is the only one out of the two of you who really likes to dance- and the only reason why you’d gone in the first place.

In the middle of the summer- he’d rather dance in the safety of your own air conditioned apartment than in the middle of a crowded bar. You’d only stayed long enough for Jimin to get his fix, and Yoongi had barely restrained himself when Jimin had fixed him with a thankful sultry look in the back seat of the cab. not able to kiss him no matter how much he’d wanted to as the cab driver had already seen Jimin kiss you.

In your nearly 3 years of dating each other, you’d learned the hard way that people don’t take kind to polyamory in public. And that’s just fine, Yoongi has everything he needs right here in this apartment.

“Minnie- Minnie it’s falling into my eye- help there’s so much- this is impossible” you laugh, as Jimin swoops in with a rag to keep it from falling into your eye, failing like a puppy fails to jump up on a couch, Jimin ends up laughing too hard to help you and therefor can’t see out of his own eyes.

“I can’t believe you let me put on his much!”

“Minnie- Yoongi- Yoon oh- help- please help me” you finally give in and ask him, as Jimin is no help flopped around your shoulders still laughing, and Yoongi grabs a different rag and starts to wipe all of it of your face. Yoongi’s gentle as he stops it dripping onto your eyes. From behind you Jimin smiles up at him, still half on your shoulder- he might be a little more tipsy than either of you. He seems like he’s trying to hold onto you to keep himself up.

“You two just-” Yoongi breaks off, he can’t stop himself from smiling- then you open your eyes finally free of the soap looking up at him adoringly. Both of his hands are on your cheeks, making you kind of look like a bunny, and for a second Yoongi pinches them a little like he would a sticky bun. When you see Yoongi smiling, you smile too. The expression so giddy and completely involuntary, you’re always like this- can never stop smiling around Yoongi or Jimin. He can’t help it- he feels his heart contract with love,

Min Yoongi is going soft.

He crushes you too him, hugging you and probably getting the last little bit of soap on him, but he doesn't care. Something in him, just needs to squeeze you. because you're that cute. He just needs to squeeze or else he’s going to burst.

Jimin washes the rest of his soap on his face and sends a glance over at Yoongi- and gives him a knowing devilish smile. His face a little puffy from the liquor but regardless, he’s handsome. And fuck him too- Min Yoongi wishes he could squeeze Jimin too so much so that he’ll actually ask for it. Instead of doing the grumpy cat thing that he usually does and just hint at it, then sit taciturn until he gets it.

Yoongi makes a noise in the back of his throat, flailing one hand to brush against his lovers arm, nuzzling his nose into the top of your head and blinking up at Jimin slowly. silently begging him to just come here already. Jimin rolls his eyes- why he always gets so fucking bratty when he drinks Yoongi cant even begin to comprehend. What Yoongi also doesn't understand is how the fuck it works for him because it does. Jimin is quite possibly the cutest little brat that he’s ever known, the perfect sour to your sweet neediness.

Luckily, Jimin won’t keep him waiting and folds himself along your back after rolling his eyes. His palms looping around Yoongi’s neck and curling in the short hairs running them up and down. Jimin can’t sit still though, and nibbles at your ear playfully, making you let out the most adorable squeak.

And oh- Yoongi physically can’t stop himself from holding onto you tighter, he knows he’s squeezing a little too tightly. Enough that he forces a little bit of air out of your lungs and makes you squeak again, and Yoongi is absolutely wrecked with affection, his knees weak with it.

“Yoooongi” you whine, “too tight!”

Jimin laughs, “it’s kind of like that thing- about why baby animals are so cute that you just want to squeeze them?” Jimin’s smile is nearly feline.

“Cute aggression!” you chirp, and Yoongi literally feels his heart give out- it’s done, he’s just bursting. Both of you are too much for his heart to handle right now when he’s too drunk to empty his overfull heart or do anything but crumple in the wake of the affection. You keep babbling to Jimin, about aggressive but superficial stimulus and hormonal responses.

Jimin nods along like your geeking out and scientific babbling is the most enrapturing thing that he could be watching right now- and the softer realization is that it is. It’s a testament to his love as he looks down at you nodding along interested, his eyes drinking in your excited expression as you share your knowledge with them. His hand sliding down the lower part of your back subconsciously and your words break off.

“Park Jimin!” You say, smiling too hard to really be indignant, “Are you feeling up my ass when im trying to talk to you about science?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Yoongi scoffs nose still buried in your hair at the same moment Jimin must pinch it.

”Hey!” you say, but Jimin just looks roguish instead of contrite.

“You’re cute when you’re talking about science- and your ass is cute too, all of you is cute” you blush, And turn to look more clearly at Jimin, connecting your lips together sweetly by lew of a reply.

Jimin’s sultriness tempered with the gentle way that you go into Jimin’s arms easily, even as you're still standing between Yoongi’s legs and leaning back against his chest, half in his arms and half in Jimin's.

Yoongi watches and melts into a burning caramelized gooeyness as Jimin’s mouthparts against yours and you sigh and finds that he’s suddenly had enough of this in the bathroom.

“Alright- alright,” Yoongi says tugging both of you apart, your lips make a smacking sound, and you whine low and supine and needy and god you’re going to be the death of him. Both of the people that make him feel dizzy with love and softer than a freaking sugar-spun piece of cotton candy need to get out of this freaking bathroom before you do something ridiculous, like smear more soap on your faces, make min yoongi have a heart attack or both at the same time.

“Both of you- my bed- now.”

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derireo · 4 years

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Wilting Lotus / CH. 4

Present: And The Sun Shines Again

Izumi returns to Yunliong much earlier than expected and is met with an excitable Itaru and a soft Sakyo.

As the clock ticks, the conversation gets serious; and it seems Izumi is in need of some protection.

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"I'm back!" A young woman with long, flowing brown hair shouted upon her arrival in Itaru's 'office', dropping her bags on the floor with glee as the men who escorted her closed the door and left only three people in the room.

Her smile was broad with excitement as the familiar feeling of being back home sent a wave of comfort to settle in her stomach. Things were the same as ever, with a messy desk that had a broken plaque of Itaru's name and a coffee table to the side with a clutter of Sakyo's papers.

She even noticed that they kept her little corner clean while she was away, her large beanbag chair sitting snug in the corner with her bookshelf all neat and tidy.

By the time she was finished glancing around the room to observe her surroundings, Itaru had dropped his own file of papers to the floor out of shock. His face turned a pale white as he couldn't believe who was standing inside the room and his heart beat wildly against his chest when he saw her eyes smile in his direction.

She was even wearing the clothes he sent her a few months ago, causing his fingers to twitch at how well it fit.

Even Sakyo, who was only mildly surprised at the sudden arrival was impressed.

Her white chiffon blouse was tucked into pleated pants in the colour of pale coral and her feet were cutely pointing inwards as she donned her usual boots, making her seem younger than she was already.

Too shocked to even stand, Itaru collapsed into his chair with a slacked jaw. Sure, three years apart is a long time, but Izumi showing up without warning was definitely something that was strong enough to destroy him.

Just the sight of his Little Bunny all grown up was nearly enough to have him burst into tears.

Izumi bounced happily when she saw Sakyo stand up from the sofa by the coffee table with an elated sigh and willed herself to calm down as he took light footed steps towards her, arms held wide open.

A quiet grunt was pushed out of the grown man when she immediately took residence in his embrace with a tackle and curled her arms around his neck as he wrapped around her waist, their heads lightly knocking together.

"Welcome home, Sweetheart." Sakyo mumbled affectionately, lips brushing against the shell of her ear. The brief contact tickled her and she laughed joyously when she pulled away to take a quick look at the man who should be turning thirty soon.

His hair was slicked back today, with a few loose strands falling in front of his face. He wore a black dress shirt that had a cravat; showing off the clean skin of his throat and collarbones. He wasn't wearing his glasses either, which was a nice surprise to come home to.

The contacts made his look of the day seem.. awfully dashing.

She mentally shook herself of the thought that popped in her head and smiled warmly towards the man who was staring at her with a faint glint of adoration reflecting in his eyes. She didn't remember ever seeing Sakyo with such a gentle expression and her heart stuttered in her chest when she was held hostage by the intense gaze he still had on her.

Thankfully, Itaru chose this moment to slam his palms onto his desk and startle both of them out of their little trance, causing them to snap their heads towards a wide-eyed and pouty man.

"Bunny!" He barked childishly, lifting his hand from the desk to beckon Izumi with a single finger. "Come here. Now."

His authoritative tone made Sakyo and Izumi take a quick glance at each other, but the older man only shrugged with a resigned sigh and gave Izumi a push forward before moving back to his seat on the sofa.

She bit the tip of her tongue anxiously as she smiled at the suddenly stoic Itaru who had his arms crossed over his chest and was leaning back in his chair. Seeing such a serious face coming from Itaru made her sulk, and her footsteps were heavy when she shuffled towards him with sad puppy eyes.

He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth due to the pitiful display and lifted his finger again to tell her 'closer'.

"Aru– Whoa!" She whined at the mean face, but was immediately cut off by a pair of arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her into the space between Itaru's legs. The sudden jerk of movement nearly had her toppling over, and she had to grip onto the back of his chair as her knee knocked into his thigh. Her small frame looming over the messy haired blond made him smile in satisfaction.

"Hi." He said simply, craning his neck to look up at Izumi. Her cheeks were dusted a pretty pink due to the compromising position and they were a little too close for comfort as Itaru's nose was nearing her chest, and her back was arched due to the strong grip he had on her waist.

Her flustered expression quickly switched into something akin to annoyance when he didn't let go and she reached down to pinch a cheek of his between her fingers, eliciting a boring reaction of Itaru only smiling while one of his eyes closed. Her small punishment wasn't enough to deter him and he hoisted Izumi even further into the chair with him until she was basically seated in his lap.

"Itaru!" She scolded him, even more agitated and embarrassed as she pushed her hands into his shoulders to put some space between them, turning her head to send Sakyo a look that told him she needed help.

The unflinching emotion on his face let Izumi know that he wasn't going to do anything to get her out of her predicament and she groaned in annoyance once Itaru had his face buried into the crook of her neck, blowing playful little raspberries onto her skin.

The childish behaviour was endearing for only a brief second and with a sweet voice, Izumi tried to coax Itaru into letting her go.

"Alright, Kitty-Kitty, time to let g– ow!" Her voice raised an octave right when Itaru sunk his teeth into her neck after one last raspberry, and she forced the man away from her by roughly pushing him by the shoulders, her hand flying up to cover the part he bit. "What the hell, Itaru!"

Her voice was slightly panicked as a blush rose to her cheeks and her pretty eyes widened causing Itaru to only smile dreamily and lick his lips.

"Sakyo!" Izumi complained loudly to avoid getting teased by Itaru for getting flustered, "He bit me!"

Not even looking up from his paperwork, the older man responded: "It's his way of saying he missed you."

Izumi's face twisted into something akin to disgust upon hearing the answer she did not want to hear and snapped her head back in Itaru's direction to glare at the dopey looking man, grabbing a fistful of his shirt as a threat while he only pulled her in closer.

"I'm gonna break your teeth, Its." She hissed quietly, not at all minding how she was straddling his lap anymore as Itaru responded by licking his teeth with a grin.

"Sakyo's already done that before. Come up with something else."

She threw her hands up in the air clearly annoyed with the blond. "You are impossible as always. Let go of me." She swatted at his arms, trying to make a move to get her feet back on the floor.

Itaru tutted, readjusting his grip on her so that she wouldn't slip away so easily. "Where's my 'please'?" He chided, forcing Izumi to pause in her movements with a pout.

"Please?" She clasped her hands together in a pleading motion and batted her eyelashes at the young man with a tilted head, trying to send him a nice smile to make it harder to say no.

Itaru paused. "No."

"I hate it here." Izumi hissed at a cheekily grinning Itaru and used sheer force to break away from the man's grip, an annoyed growl escaping her once he let go. She lifted up her hands to brush away the creases that formed in her clothing while standing back up on her feet to move to her beanbag chair in the corner and to get away from the clingy puppy.

Despite obviously being rejected by their favourite girl, Itaru was quick to ignore the files he dropped on the floor and instead propped his elbows up on his desk to rest his chin in his hands. His eyes were filled with love as he stared at Izumi from across the room and the woman shifted uncomfortably under the probing stare, her fingers fiddling with the soft fabric of her seat.

While slumping in her chair, Izumi's eyes slowly trailed towards Sakyo who was still looking over a few documents on his table, pinching his chin in thought. She sighed tiredly and sunk deeper into the beanbag.

"Did anything interesting happen while I was gone?" She inquired, getting bored of just sitting there as the two men worked.

Well. Sakyo was working.

The normally bespectacled blond glanced up from the documents laid out in front of him and dropped his pen haphazardly, falling back into the sofa elegantly as he crossed a leg over the other. His shoulders sagged with exhaustion as he actually nodded his head, much to Izumi's surprise.

When the girl was away, abroad, doing whatever she chose to, it was quite peaceful in Yunliong, but just a few days before today, they had finally seen some movement coming from Guo Dian's base at the edge of the city. Slowly but surely, some of his men were filing in. Sakyo and Itaru didn't have time to consider if this was because they knew Izumi was coming back earlier than expected, or if it was just a coincidence.

"A few days ago Guo Dian's men were seen slipping into the city," Sakyo sighed, lifting a hand to run through his already mussed up hair, "and I am now wondering if it has something to do with you."

At the mention of her ex boyfriend, Izumi's body straightened, her eyes wide.

"But I'm supposed to be dead." She whispered sharply, the look on her face telling the man that she thought his theory was ridiculous. Izumi disappeared for three years and never should have been able to be tracked down at any point. It had to be a coincidence, but it was just too much of one. Plus, it seemed odd to make the first move only after such a specific time period.

Sakyo sighed again, while Itaru was too busy fiddling around with his fancy pen to concentrate on the conversation at hand.

"It has to be a coincidence, Kyo. There's no answer clearer than that."

"Yes, well, even if we do have the answer, it doesn't help that there's a good chance Guo Dian will find out you're alive, and soon." He said, pinching the bridge of his nose to calm the bubbling emotions rising in him.

Itaru whistled softly, tapping away at his phone. It was like the words being thrown around were entering one ear and exiting out the other for him, but as he was finishing up whatever he was doing he smiled happily, setting down the device.

"Well, if we can't stop it from happening, we can just have someone help us avoid it for as long as possible, right?" The suggestion the lazy blond made was simple. It also wasn't the worst idea he had come up with and it actually had Izumi nodding along, much to Itaru's delight.

Obviously, Sakyo seemed to be reluctant to agree but it also seemed like he knew just who Itaru was talking about. And before he could open his mouth to express his doubt, a tall man entered the room without knocking, hand in his pocket as he kicked the door closed behind him.

The words in Sakyo's throat died down when he saw the slouching figure and could only release a gentle sigh of resignation.

It looked like the only thing Sakyo could do was sigh.

"What's with the text, Nerd?" The man's voice was gruff as he stared in boredom at Itaru who was in the middle of fixing his shades, free hand flipping his phone up in the air and catching it over and over again.

Izumi and Sakyo both looked at each other with blank expressions due to the unheard of nickname, but the girl was quick to get over her brief amusement to properly look at the new person that had just come in.

He wore a plain white hoodie underneath a large black denim jacket with a pair of black tapered trousers to match, a loose chain hanging from his belt loops. What he wore on his feet left Izumi a bit suspicious when she saw splotches and streaks of maroon on his white Polo sneakers, even managing to dirty up the white athletic crew socks he wore beneath.

He also wore a black beanie, probably to hide a nest of messy hair and when the man briefly turned his head to take a glance at the ogling Izumi, she noticed the long scar that ran down the side of his chin and how his brown eyes looked at her as if she was just a pile of rocks.

"Ohms! Came by faster than I expected." Itaru happily clapped his hands then motioned for the man to come closer to his desk, to which he took one step forward and that was it. The excitable blond smiled and quickly motioned towards the brunette while looking at Sakyo.

"Don't you think Omi's good for the job? Definitely strong enough to care for our Little Bunny."

The man, Omi, turned his head again to take another look at Izumi who was still slumped in her beanbag chair then jabbed a thumb in her direction with an unappreciative tone in his voice. "You're tellin' me I came all th'way up here just to be told I gotta care for this tiny thing?"

"Uh. Yeah." Itaru scoffed and rolled his eyes at the casually dressed young man who was now glaring daggers at him. "You've seen her before, Ohms. Carried her to the hospital room all those years ago, remember?"

And clearly, it seemed to Izumi, that Omi did not remember. Hell, even she had no clue how she made it to the hospital so she couldn't really blame him. Plus, she wasn't connected to him and he obviously had no interest in protecting her, so it felt that there wasn't much of an option here.

"Huh.. Girl was super fuckin' weak, though." He chuckled, nonchalant. He crossed his arms over his chest with a barely amused smile and turned around to face Izumi who had an apparent frown on her face. "Hope it ain't the same now."

The challenge hung in the air clear as day, and as much as Sakyo wanted to call out and tell Izumi not to fall for the bait, the girl was already standing up from her beanbag chair, loading up her stance as she held her fists up in front of her face in a defensive position. Her eyes had quickly turned from starry to steely as her eyebrows creased together, and right after she found her balance lifted her leg up to shoot her foot out into a heavy push kick.

She meant to aim for Omi's chin with the heel of her boot, but her ankle was quickly caught by the man's large hand before she could even reach him, letting out a startled gasp when he yanked her forward in a haphazard motion until the bottom of her boot was pressed against his sternum, his other hand snapping out to grab her by the arm of her blouse to keep her from falling over.

"I ain't too tall for you, am I?" He grinned mockingly, eyes smiling down at her as he pressed her boot further against his chest, fingers tight around her ankle as Izumi struggled to stay balanced. The panic on the woman's face was enough for Omi to feel a satisfied warmth drip down to his fingertips and his rough skin pulled at her shirt to keep her up. "Maybe try reaching for a spot you can reach next time, hm?"

And with that, Omi's smile vanished into thin air and the shine to his eyes died. He let go of Izumi's ankle, nearly throwing the girl into a spin if he hadn't been gripping onto her shirt with a fierce hold. Another smile made its way onto his face, but it was much more patronising, his hand lazily pulling Izumi forward with ease as she stumbled into his dirty chest.

He made sure she was looking at him and grabbed her face with a single hand, much like how Itaru did all those years ago when he first met her. Her neck craned as Omi forced her to tilt her head up with his brass rings digging into her cheeks, his voice a low rumble as he brought their faces closer until he was sure he could feel her stuttering breath against his lips.

"Tiny thing like you's gonna get crushed." He warned her quietly, their noses just barely touching. "I'll break ya in a second if I have to."

"Alright, that's enough. Let go of her, Omi." Sakyo murmured ominously once he saw Izumi's hands wrap around the arm of her new acquaintance. A low huff, full of mirth, escaped Omi's mouth when he slapped away the hands that tried to grab onto him and released the girl's face from his firm grip. Izumi stumbled a few steps away while she caught her shaking breath and planted her palms onto the edge of Itaru's desk with wide eyes staring at the smiling blond, her lips silently forming the word 'what the fuck?'.

"Dumbass over here probably texted you something about having a new task." Sakyo sighed again. How many times has he sighed today? Lightly brushing at an itch that appeared beneath his eye, the older man smiled ruefully and closed his eyelids to rest them, wondering why the hell Itaru decided to pick Omi over anyone else to look after her. The man wasn't really the nicest of the bunch and he didn't open up to people very well either.

The young man nodded his head as if it was gonna drop from his neck soon, eyes showing he had no particular interest in what the task was as he watched the back of Izumi's heaving shoulders, the corner of his mouth lifting up just the slightest when she made a certain hand gesture at Itaru. He politely motioned towards Izumi who was still whispering angrily at the other man while turning his head to look at Sakyo, lips pursed. "'N' that's my task, ain't it?"

"Precisely. Right now, I want you to escort her to her old apartment. There's a secret compartment located in her room, but she never told us how to open it before she left." He said calmly, rubbing one of his temples with the pads of his fingers as the bickering between Itaru and Izumi gradually grew louder.

"Ehh.." Omi frowned at the new task and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning his weight on one foot as he got tired of standing. "Can't you two bring her yourselves? And why wait so long to open it?"

"We're busy with paperwork and running a city," Itaru groaned over the hissing of Izumi, swatting away at the girl who had suddenly gotten hold of the collar of his shirt, "you know. The bad guy stuff."

There was a look of disgust that quickly flashed across Omi's face when he was faced with the job to take care of this little girl, and he mentally punched Itaru in the face for making him do such a thing. He let his head drop back to release an annoyed grumble before snapping back to his proper form, taking lazy strides towards Izumi who had finally let go of her whining victim.

"Wha-- Hey!" The girl exclaimed in shock when Omi spun her around by the waist and easily lifted her onto his shoulder in a fireman's carry. The action was done so effortlessly that Izumi didn't have any time to react and when she could, Omi was already heading out of the office with her smallest, emptiest bag in hand, the fear of being purposely dropped by him weighing heavy in her stomach.

"See ya." Omi said behind his shoulder as Izumi went limp under his grip; not finding it worth the trouble to fight a man who could easily overpower her and break her neck. As much as she trained with Sakyo, Itaru, and a few others, the size difference between her and Omi threw all of that hard work down the drain. She huffed out an indignant sigh as she let the taller man carry her down the steps of the building, but winced when each step made his shoulder dig into her stomach.

"You can be a little nicer, you know. I don't bite." She griped unhappily to which Omi scoffed as he took the last step and brought them into the lobby, dropping Izumi onto her feet while readjusting his grip on her bag.

"But I do, so don't push yer luck with me, Pup." He said, roughly nudging her by the shoulder to turn the girl around so that she would start walking towards the exit of the building with him in tow, his large frame towering over her smaller one as he followed her out and went down whatever street she was going to take them.

His steps were much slower as she tried to stay in front of him with her own quick shuffling, but inevitably she got tired, and gently asked the man if they could walk even slower.

"Should've stayed close t'me anyways. Someone else can getcha if ya wander too far, and I ain't gonna save you."

"Mhm." At this point, with how set Omi was on keeping some sort of emotional detachment from her, Izumi just started to block out whatever nonsense he was trying to tell her to try and keep her away. Definitely, he seemed like an abrasive guy with how their first meeting went, but if they were going to have to deal with each other from now on, they were going to have to work on this strange relationship.

Using that reason as an excuse for her next action, Izumi casually sidled up to Omi, still looking ahead even when he stared down at her, perplexed.

"This is me staying close." She said as she took the man's arm and lifted it up, lazily latching herself onto his side while curling the limb around her shoulders until she was nicely tucked against him. The sudden decline of space between them caused Omi to take a sharp intake of breath, but he quickly covered it with another scoff, pretending not to be agitated at how her small hand managed to wrap around his middle finger to hold onto him.

"Whatever." He muttered under his breath, trying to keep his annoyance to a bare minimum.

Today was probably gonna be a long day.

#i'm happy with how this came out... lmk how this chapter was guys!!!!#wilting lotus #mafia au #itaru chigasaki #chigasaki itaru #sakyo furuichi #furuichi sakyo #izumi tachibana #tachibana izumi #a3!#a3! act! addict! actors!#a3! imagines #a3! scenarios #a3! headcanons #A3! Actor Training Game #omi fushimi #fushimi omi #derireo

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Kitten Peter!

Go here for the post that started it: Plot Bunny - you actually need to read this if you haven’t already, if you want to read on under the cut.

I was very surprised how many people actually liked the idea, so I decided to make a little series out of it! Suggestions and prompts are welcome! The previous prompt about the Avengers meeting kitty Peter and Pete not liking Steve very much is already being incorporated (haven’t forgotten you, anon ;-) )

Lets fill in some background that I'm too lazy to write out.

-Civil War did not and will not happen, but there has been a rift in the Avengers team by the time Tony finds kitty Peter (when Peter saves him from the mugger).

-This was caused by the ending of Tony and Steve's relationship. They had been together for a while, but then the Winter Soldier happened and Steve realized that Bucky was still alive.

-The fact that the Winter Soldier killed Tony's parents came to light, but under different circumstances that didn't lead to a direct, physical confrontation between the three.

-Steve decided to stay in Wakanda with Bucky, during the removal of Hydra's programming.

-In that time, even though he and Tony were still an item (though Tony was understandably upset that his boyfriend chose to be on another continent with hardly a phone call for weeks), Steve slept with Bucky.

-When Steve and Bucky return to the US, Steve breaks up with Tony.

-Tony feels used and that he had been a stand-in for Barnes all this time.

-When Steve says he wants Bucky to join the Avengers as well, it's the last straw for Tony.

-He blows up spectacularly and resigns (temporarily) from the Avengers.

-The team (except for Steve and Bucky) is allowed to keep their living spaces in the tower, but any and all Avengers business is to be had at the compound.

-Since they need to train regularly and have many missions, the team spends most of their time at the compound as a consequence. (Unintentionally isolating Tony from them. But don’t worry! He has kitty Petey now!)

-While the team isn't happy with Steve for the way he handled things with Tony, there is no bad blood between them. (This is the reason why inner team relationships are discouraged, after all. If one ends on bad terms, the whole team dynamic is in jeopardy. Steve is still a good team captain and a good friend, he just really messed up with Tony.)

-They understand that Tony needs some distance, and hope that time will heal this particular wound.

Okay! Let's start the story!

A loud and quite pitiful 'meow' had Tony looking up towards the huge bookshelf, upon entering the living room.

And there, right at the top of the almost three meter high shelf, sat Peter, his fluffy, little kitten, hunched in on himself.

"Petey, we talked about this. Don't climb stuff if you can't get down again."

The tiny kitty fixed his huge, adorable eyes on the billionaire and gave another pitiful sounding 'meow'.

Tony sighed in defeat.

"Don't know why they are called puppy eyes. You got those mutts beat by a mile. Hang on, Pete."

He quickly strode to the side of the bookshelf and grabbed the ladder.

"Why do I even own this thing? No one ever reads the books at the top. Just a stupid dust collector."

As if on cue, Peter let out a little sneeze. Tony smirked.

"If you rolled around up there, you better believe you’re gonna deal with that yourself. I'm not gonna try bathing you again. Last time was traumatizing enough."

The memory actually had him shivering a little. As soon as he had reached the top, Tony held out a hand for Peter, and the little kitten cuddled right into it. The billionaire's heart melted a little every time he realized how tiny his little Peter really was. He could probably close his hand entirely around the fluffy body.

After making his way back down, purring kitten carefully cradled against his chest, Tony headed for his lab.

"Alright Petey. We have a full day of mechanics ahead of us. First a few improvements to the propulsors on my suit. Don't worry, I'll not do any test runs with you there."

The first time Tony was testing out his suit's flight capabilities with the kitten in the room, Peter had run along the table he had been resting on and knocked everything off it. And he hadn't stopped until Tony's feet were safely back on the ground. A second and third flight test bore the same results. At first Tony had thought his kitten was scared of the suit, but Peter never had a problem when Tony tested any of the other functions. Only the flying and hovering above ground seemed to alarm the little fluff ball for whatever reason.

"Then we are gonna work out the kinks in the clear water system that were reported," he paused to scratch Peter under his chin, to which the kitten wiggled happily in his palm, "and then you can have a re-match with 'the captain'."

The name ignited an immediate response in Peter, as the kitten quickly turned around to look over his human's hand, ears perked up, little head swiveling from side to side, and a low hiss building up in his throat. Tony watched with an amused grin. 'The Captain' was what Tony had named the old roomba with the Captain America color scheme, that he had bought as a gag gift for Steve, when they had first gotten together. It was a pretty useless device, not having the motor power needed to suck up some of the bigger stuff on the floor, and a rather poor battery life. He should have probably thrown it out (or blasted it with a repulsor), when Steve came back to New York waving his new/old boyfriend in his face, and ended their relationship.

At first he had gotten some petty satisfaction in watching the roomba (that he mentally linked to Steve) roll around and clean up his dirty floor.

'That's right, suck it up you fucking cheater!'

When he had started taking Peter into the lab with him, and 'the captain' had started its bumbling roll among the floor, the little kitten had developed an instant hatred for the roomba.

Peter 'fought' the captain every time the thing came out of it's charging station. Whenever Peter felt he had come out the winner of these 'battles', he would hop on top of the captain and let himself be carried around for a victory lap. All the while looking as regal and proud as a tiny little ball of fluff was capable of.

It was as cute as it was hilarious and Tony had a few dozen videos of it saved away.

He resumed his chin scratches to calm the agitated kitty down again, and exited the elevator into his private lab.

"Now, Pete, don't you go climbing up the shelves again. That's where I put all the dangerous things, that adorable little furballs should not stick their whiskers in."

He pointed a threatening finger at Peter's nose. Peter batted at it with a paw.

"I mean it. Dum-E is armed with the fire extinguisher and he will spray you if you try to get your furry little butt any higher than the table."

Another small hiss. Peter liked playing with the robots, but he hated being sprayed with the fire extinguisher. (Fearing that the kitten would get sick from licking his fur clean, Tony had outfitted Dum-E with a special extinguisher filled with foamy cat shampoo)

The lab was actually not that hazardous of a place to be for a little kitten, after Tony had removed anything potentially dangerous from easy reach, that is.

All chemicals were stored in specially sealed and reinforced containers, that wouldn't break easily, no matter how many times Peter's paws pushed them over the table's edge.

The soldering equipment needed a certain sequence of button pushing before it activated, and even then a human adult hand was required to reach and press down on the trigger.

Most of the fine tuning on his engineering projects was done via holographic input, and his automated robot arms would do the heavy lifting behind a thick glass cylinder, that Peter couldn't climb.

Whenever Tony needed to do something himself, he had a specially made enclosure he would put Peter in, that would keep the feline safe from harm.

As Tony worked, Peter amused himself by climbing Butterfingers and U, being chased around by Dum-E, climbing up on Tony and rubbing his body along the man's beard, batting at any hologram the genius had pop up, and looking for all the little snacks Tony kept hiding for him in the nooks and crannies of the lab.

Peter was just about to take a well deserved nap on Tony's lap, when the man started looking around the table.

"Where is that stupid pen?"

Peter perked up at the words, jumped off his human's lap, and raced to one of the crates that held his toys. He dove in head first, shuffled around a little, and then emerged with a gold and red pen in his mouth. He raced back to his human, scrambled up the pant leg, hopped onto the table, and proudly dropped the pen beside his human's hand.

Tony's look was a mixture of stunned and incredulous.

"Did you steal and hide my pen?"

The little kitten bumped his head against the hand on the table.

"Oh, and now you want me to pet you for bringing back the pen you stole?"

Despite his words, Tony did just that.

"That's probably how the term 'cat burglar' was born. You adorable little thief."

Peter was a house cat and the tower had no mice. He had to find some way to bring his human little gifts, okay?

Tony didn't actually need to write anything down, he just liked twirling the pen between his fingers when trying to figure out a particular issue with his tech. He gave Peter another rub behind the ears and then picked up the pen. Peter settled back into his lap, kneaded his thighs a bit, walked in a little circle, and finally settled down for his nap.

The moment’s tranquility was broken by Pepper's sudden entrance.

"How come the owner of the world's leading tech-company never bothers to check his phone?"

She came to a stop before his work station and crossed her arms under her chest, an annoyed, but also worried frown on her face.

Tony lifted up his arms in a show of innocence and pointed at his lap.

"Sorry Pep. Petey has me pinned down, you see? Couldn't have gotten to my phone without waking him."

Pepper rolled her eyes.

"Yes, you seem incredibly regretful. Never mind that. Rhodey called. There is a mission on the horizon that needs Iron Man. The team is going to be here tomorrow, for further briefing, preparation and training."

Well, shit.

#kitten!peter #kitty therapy #peter is a kitten #peter parker #tony stark #could be seen as iron dad #Avengers #fic #kitty series #I might go ironstrange with this #kitty peter will likely get a doggy ned friend #crack #cute #well I hope it will be cute #past stony #cheating #what else could I tag #op lurafita

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