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whalesforhands · 4 months

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kaizen daycare! 3

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“Are ya gonna follow us home t’day?” Megumi rubs at his little eyes as his puppy-themed socks come to a stop before you, trying to stifle an incoming yawn. He sounds hopeful, dare you even say, excited.

“Daddy said you were gonna eat at our house too.” He’s suddenly holding his arms up towards you, asking to be carried as he awaits with still half-opened eyes.

“Oh? Megumi-kun, are you excited about moving in?” You’re bending down, your hands picking him up and supporting his weight, letting the child’s head loll and rest against your chest. His cheek squishes against you, a sleepy comfort overtaking him once more now that he’s in your arms.

“Mn.” You feel him press his ear against your heartbeat, smiling at the steady, slow vibration, his innocent eyes already starting to close once more as he cuddles himself against you, getting comfortable in your embrace. “I just wanna see you there…” His words trail off with his sleepy haze, going limp in your hug as he finally falls back asleep.

You feel a blush overtake you at his words, the gentle chime of a nursery lullaby flowing into your ears, accompanied by the adorable snores of your other children as you sat upon a nearby cushion with a sleeping Megumi in your arms. So cute.

Maybe it was a good idea to accept their family’s invite afterall?

——

Sometimes, you’re utterly at a loss for words at a certain trio within your class. Even as Mimiko sips on a cup of milk whilst sitting on your lap, Nanako humming, sprawled out on the floor next to you and drawing with her plethora of crayons and Megumi playing with the toy trucks by his sisters.

(“Hmm…” Mimiko leans back, staring up at you, hands fiddling with her now empty milk carton. She’s always been one to speak her mind.“(name)-sensei…”

“Mm?” You look down at her, snapping out of your dazed out trance, your fingers that were mindlessly combing through her hair stopping abruptly.

She doesn’t respond, her eyes scrutinizing you as you give her the moment to collect her words. Is something wrong? Did her milk taste bad? You had the same one, you don’t think—

“You’re so pretty.” Just as pretty as her Papa and Daddy. Maybe even more? She’d have to ask her plushies one by one later on who they think is the winner. She’s betting on you.)

“Nanako-chan, do you need me to call him? It isn’t like your Papa to be late…”

“Nope!” She pops the ‘p’ as she skips over to her cubby. “It’s realllll good that we’re the last ones left, and so earlyish! Pap— We thought we were gonna have to wait longer!!” She digs around the frog themed backpack, her tongue stuck out in concentration before she pulls out her phone.

Her very expensive, high-tech, latest in the market phone that was leagues better than yours and probably costed around an entire month of your salary. “Papa said to just text him if he’s late, and Daddy’ll come zooming the fastest around!”

That was approximately 4 minutes ago.

“(name)-sensei, (name)-sensei! I drew this for you!” A sheet of A3 paper is thrusted into your face, a burst of colour that dyed your eyes in fascinating intrigue as they slowly focus in on the drawing.

Matching blonde and brunette bobs, right next to a darker ponytailed brunette and spiky black. Shiny, smiley faces that were drawn on with an attempt to scribble the characters of their names just above them.

Though, that wasn’t the main focus. You notice 3 more figures upon the paper, characterized by neon-blue crayon for eyes, another having long shadowy black for hair… And the unmistakable pink of your apron you wore for work.

(You can’t even deny that it’s you. You saw her peeking over and trying to see and copy down your name embroidered onto the top of your apron.)

“That’s a wonderful drawing, Nanako-chan! What made you want to add me in?” Megumi and Mimiko have now gathered near you, squeezing in under your arms to stare at their sibling’s art work.

“That’s cause we love (name)-sensei a wholeeeeeee lot!” She draws a circle in the air with her arms, the widest circumference she can go. “Wayyyyy more than this!”

We…? Why, you feel flattered— A knock at the door sounds, a boisterous voice disrupting your train of thought.

“Daddy’s here!”

——

“But Nanako wants to sit on (name)-sensei’s lap!” A pouty complaint as she tugs on her dad’s jacket, narrowed brown squinting up at him as she hugs her frog plushie backpack close to her.

“Nope!” The grown man makes an X cross with his arms. “Papa’s gonna have my head if you’re not in your booster seat.”

“Then you sit in the back and Nanako will drive!” She’s determined to be able to be next to you on this short drive back.

You’re already helping Megumi buckle himself into the booster seat, a sleeping Mimiko all strapped in as her soft breaths are barely heard. You notice the soft, chubby fingers that rests themselves over your hand just as you were about to pull away.

“Hmm? Megumi-kun, what’s wrong?” He says nothing as he stares at your hand, eyes downcast and as if too conflicted to let go. “I dwon’t want you to go…”

You think you’re going to die from cuteness.

“I’ll be with you real soon, okay?” You ruffle his hair, watching as he grunts lightly at the sensation before he lets you go.

It isn’t long before Gojo gets his blonde daughter to behave and obediently settle next to her siblings, hugging her plushie close as she receives a wave from you from outside.

It’s just you and their other father now.

“Gojo-san, thank you for offering me to drive me back.” You’re smiling up at him, oh so innocently. It almost makes him want to—

“Sa. To. Ru.” You feel a tap to your nose at the last syllable. “We’re gonna be neighbours, aren’t we?” He sends you a charming wink. “Plus, I don’t mind driving you back. I’d even it rather be a regular occurrence, if you left it up to me.”

(S-so forward! Isn’t he scared of what his husband will think?! Driving another adult around so casually in his car!)

“That isn’t necessary at all, Gojo—“ You see him pout, his cheeks starting to puff up. “Sa…Toru-san. You really don’t have to.”

“Hmm.” He leans in— Almost intimately close as you back off slightly, your back coming into contact with his car. Vibrant blue stare into your own, as you tilt your head in innocent confusion.

“You know, (name).” His voice trace over your name with such a deep, almost fulfilling tone that makes your heart stir. “I’m been kind of worked up lately.”

An arm that extends past, lightly brushing your hip as he gets the door for you. Except… He doesn’t seem to be opening it anytime soon, choosing to box you in between the car and his body. “You could say that I’m even a little… Excited.”

(“Oh? I suppose it is a little nerve wrecking to have a guest over when you just move in.” You nod, ignoring the warmth that was exceedingly close to your waist, your gaze still holding his own intense orbs. “Even I wouldn’t dare to invite someone over when I’ve barely got everything set up yet, so I get you, Satoru-san.”

He blinks, the tension diffusing in mere seconds before he starts breaking out into a boisterous laugh, tilting his head downwards towards the ground and a hand over his mouth.

“Ahaha! That’s right, sensei!” You’re so cute.)

——

“Hello!” A sparkling set of eyes and rocking feet, hands clenched into excited fists that pump into the air. “Welcome to our new house!” A little girl no older than 3 or 4 appears in front of you, her brown hair fluttering with her bouncy joy that radiates off of her in waves.

“My name is Tsumiki! I like drinking strawberry milk and being praised!” She ends her introduction with an eager V-sign, bright teeth out in a grin and eyes upturned into the cutest little crescents, before she flattens her arms at her sides, bowing to you. “It’s a pleasure to meet you!”

“My, you’re so polite.” You lean over to pat at her head, your bag long placed on top of the counter at their genkan. “I’m (nam)—“

“(name)-sensei! You live in the apartment right next to us, you work at the kindergarten my brother and sisters go to, you’re super, suuuuper sweet like kikufuku mochi and, and—!” Her eyes are sparkling more intensely, practically reflecting a constellation of her thoughts as she looks up at you. “And you’re even super, super pretty!”

(Even prettier than all the other times she’s seen you.)

You’re honestly at a loss for words right now. How much are you talked about here…?

“Mmm, but I suppose calling you sensei when you aren’t my sensei is a little strange, right, sensei?~” She’s strangely playful, big grin and eyes that gleamed with something you can only describe as a yearning want.

She taps her chin in thought, eyes averting to the side and upwards as if in deep thought. “Ah!” She claps her hands together. “Can I call you Mama?”

(W-whaaaaaat?! So upfront!)

“Please, please?” She’s already wrapped her arms around your legs, her pouty, mischievous eyes pleading up at your blushing form, her head buried into your tummy as she’s on her tiptoes.

You’re blushing hard— Your eyes swirling with bashful shyness that makes you so, so nervous. Sure, she’s adorable— So forward and so cute pleading you like this…! You did always tell yourself that you wanted kids—

“Now, now Tsumiki. You’re teasing our poor guest too much.” A tut and a ruffle of her head from behind as an all too welcomed figure appears.

“Papa!”

“Geto-san…!”

“I’m sorry. She takes after Satoru a little too much in that sense.” She turns his gaze downwards. “Tsumiki, help me set the table, please.”

“Okay!” And she patters off, socked feet against the wooden floors as she skips away. “Talk to you later, Mama!”

(Ohhh… You feel like you’re going to burn up from gratified embarrassment… You like the way it sounds but it’s so embarrassing—! Especially when she’s not your child…!)

“No, no, Geto-san. It was lovely being able to talk with her! You raised all your kids so well!” You’re gushing as you talk to him, a hand pressed over your stuttering heart, letting him lead you around, not even noticing the hand that had intertwined with your own as you lost yourself to your overactive mind.

“I sometimes wish they were my own.” You’re turning sheepish, body turned slightly to face his with the still all too cute, all too adorable smile of yours. He stops in his tracks, fingers closing in on your face to brush a strand of your hair back, the graze of his skin against yours makes you shiver in a sense of delight… It always felt strangely— Good whenever he does this.

(He can make that happen, you know?)

“Trust me, sensei—“ He feigns a tired sigh, pulling away, causing your shoulders to slump in visible disappointment, much to his adoration. “They can be up to no good if they want to be.”

Now that you’re actually in their house, it definitely feels a little high class. Their cushions that looked and felt like they were too out of this world, their curtains looking a little glamorous… Not to mention how amazingly soft the couch you were sitting upon felt…

You were so sure you passed by your own apartment next to theirs not too long ago. Now you’re not even sure if you’re even living in the same realm of possibility…

“Dinner’s about to be finished up. Do you mind waiting a bit?”

“If you don’t mind,” You tilt your head to the side as you watch him. “I could lend a hand.”

——

“Gumi, c’mere.” Tsumiki beckons her younger brother towards her, the little boy waddling over with his towel wrapped around him, dripping with water as he holds onto his sister’s hand.

(It’s normal for them to wash up a little bit before dinner, they’ll take their bath later.)

“Don’t they look like a marriage?” A proper one. Like in those late-night soap operas one of her Mother’s ‘friends’ used to leave on. The way Papa is smiling as you taste test his cooking, the way Daddy tried to eat whatever you touched, the way you all laughed in an emotion that cannot be anything else but utter joy.

“Get— Suguru-san, I think it needs a little salt.”

“Mm, is that so?” He doesn’t even hesitate to place his lips onto the spoon you had just used, tongue peeking out to lick up any leftover remnants that could be there. “It might be the lack of dashi stock. I need to go to the market soon.”

“Oh, there’s one nearby, I could show you—“

“Suguru! No fair! I wanna taste too!”

“Aren’t you meant to be helping the kids dry off, Satoru?”

“Mmm, I will if I get fed!” He opens his mouth towards you, “Pleaseeeeee? I’m getting hungry!”

You’re the one. Tsumiki knows you are. She just does. Her grip on the door frame tightens ever so slightly, a twinkle of longing, of yearn in her gaze.

“Better than Mother ever looked with any of those men…”

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It’s very important that you do not leave the nap room for very long during naptime. You went out to do some administrative work and you came back to a crying Mimiko that was biting into her plushie, trying to silence herself so as to not disturb the rest while she huddled into a corner and silently wailed for you.

“(name)-sensei…! D-don’t leave Mimiko again…!” Her tears are soaking into the front of your apron, her small hands gripping onto the fabric of upon your shoulders as she clung onto you. Desperate, scared.

The other children do not like it when you’re not around. Stay in the rooms with them.

“Aww, I thought I heard something from outside. Was it you, Megumi?” Geto Suguru soon scoops up a blank, sleepy little boy dragging a blanket in.

“Oh? What do you have in your hands for me, Gumi? It’s—“ He continues to smile. “Are those my… Contact lenses? Thank you very much…” The transparent item is plopped onto Suguru’s open palm, a silent Megumi burying his face into his father’s chest soon after.

What a peculiar child.

#jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #satosugu x reader #geto x reader #gojo x reader #kdc au

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heartfullofleeches · 6 months

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I just KNOW Miller would treat Bunny streamer right. It’s like night and day from V. They’re streaming together and buying bunny darling fresh ingredients and you bet they’re rocking a “kiss the cook” apron

Miller would treat bunny like absolute royalty. Fluffy timid little cutie who also loves to bake/cook and also also started streaming to help their anxieties? Where do they sign up?

Miller is crushing hard from the first stream of bunny darling they catch. Already dreaming of taking them to local farmers markets on dates and pushing them around in shopping carts at the grocery store. Bunny Darling feels like they should probably ask stream for help if/when Miller kidnaps them - but Miller is just so... nice? And they have a well stocked kitchen full of ingredients and tools they could only dream of getting their hands on. It's always pleasant to have some help while baking and they quickly recognize Miller as that nice streamer that helped them out with their camera work when they were just starting out with their own. Maybe it's alright if they stay with Miller for a little while.... The matching aprons they ordered are pretty cute.

#yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere x you #yandere blurb #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere insert #yandere x reader #yandere streamer #Miller my oc

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sadgirlbaby · 1 year

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"YOUR BOYFRIEND WON'T HEAR ABOUT THIS" - kit walker x fem!reader (smut)

CW: explicit sexual speaking, cussing, cheating, unprotected sex, p in v penetration, clit rubbing, cumming

SUMMARY: you and your co-worker kit had to close up the cafe you worked in since you finished your respective shifts but kit was up to do something else.

part 2 here

"did you clean those tables over there?" he asked you. you and kit met at this cafe some months ago, you both needed a job and your boss made your shifts match so you and kit became friends.

"oh, damn it! I forgot!" you said and sighed.

"oh don't worry, I got this" he walked towards a few tables at the back of the room holding a rag into his hand.

"thank you kit" you said and took your apron off which you left it near the till.

"done" he affirmed as he finished cleaning.

"good! let's go home" you said and pointed at the exit door with your head, meaning it was time to leave.

"uhm, I think you didn't clean that table so good..." he commented.

"kit... I gotta go, I'm tired" you complained.

"but look! it's still dirty!" he said again pointing at a table. you rolled your eyes and turned over to leave.

"oh yeah, you have to go back home to your boyfriend" he joked.

you stopped walking and looked at him. "oh stop it" you let out a soft laugh.

"yeah... I bet you miss your beautiful boyfriend so much" he said sarcastically and made a fake sad face.

you threw a rag towards him but he immediately dodged it so you ran towards him and started chasing him to hit him (in a friendly way).

"come here idiot!" you said making him laugh. you finally grabbed his arm and dragged him towards you. you hit his shoulder and he faked pain, then you laughed with him.

the funny moment got over soon as an awkward silence came. you and kit looked at each other for about ten seconds, seconds that seemed years for both of you. there were just a few inches between you and the tension was increasing.

kit couldn’t resist any longer so he leaned over and kissed you.

you didn't know what was up into kit's mind as you knew that he knew about your boyfriend but you had to admit that you had always noticed kit making fun of him.

you just couldn't help kissing him back but then realized what you were actually doing.

"what the fuck was that?!" you said getting off of the kiss.

kit looked confused at first. his breath was labored and his eyes were full of eagerness as he dreamed about this for so long.

"mhh just give me a chance... your boyfriend won't hear about this" he mumbled and immediately restarted kissing you.

you jolted but kissed him back. it was so wrong but maybe kit had a sort of curse whom made you not refuse his lips so you cupped his face with your hands and let your body be carried by him.

he made you sit on the table so you wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. none of you spoke for a while as you were both aware about what was going on.

kit pushed you backwards making you lay down on the table. he pulled your dress up so you widened your legs and moved your panties aside.

he quickly took his belt off and unzipped his jeans. then he took his pants and boxers off too freeing his pulsing erection.

"I'm not sure we should do this" you grabbed kit's hands and stopped him from roaming on your body.

"it'll be our secret" he said so you loosened your grip letting kit's hands slide off.

he leaned on the table and lined up his cock to your entrance.

"fuck" he swore.

you panted and rolled your eyes in excitement. it was quite late and no one could see you from the outiside and even if there was someone wandering, the cafe's lights were off so you weren't exposed at all.

kit's thrusts were wild and harsh and he couldn't help groaning at each thrust inside you.

"does your boyfriend fuck you like this?" he said into your ear sounding low-pitched and slightly hoarse.

you shook your head meaning that your boyfriend had never fucked you that good. kit immediately thrusted harder as he was satisfied by your answer.

one of his hands ran up to your clit and fastly rubbed it looking at you with lustful eyes.

there was nothing to do for you but whining and whimpering because of overstimulation. you didn't know where you could cling onto and couldn't stop arching your back a bit.

kit was enjoying the sight of you so vulnerable under him. gazing at you was enough for him to make him cum into you and onto your lower belly too.

as you soon as you felt his seed filling you, you cummed too and had the most incredible orgasm you had ever had.

kit slowed down and sweetly kissed your soft lips, then he let his mouth slide to your neck leaving a few kisses there too.

"don't tell my boyfriend" you said as you were still clinged onto kit.

"don't worry about that, I can keep secrets" he replied while smirking.

he got dressed back and spoke - "would you like me to drive you home?" he asked politely.

"I'm fine, thanks" you replied and got dressed too.

"see you tomorrow then" he winked at you and left.

you lowered your head in embarrassment and closed up the cafe with a printed smile on your face.

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 9 months

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I really like your works! What about self-aware Kyuusaku, or maybe Francis? You can do whichever you want!

Baking pancakes (Fitzgerald and Kyuusaku)

Self-Aware! Strictly Platonic! Kyuusaku Yumeno x GN! Reader

Self-Aware! Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald x GN! Reader

Description: You spend time with Q and Fitzgerald. You three are baking pancakes.

Warning: OOC. Q's gender isn't specified. Fluff. English is my second language

You looked around the kitchen.

You close your eyes and shake your head.

Then, you open your eyes and looked around again.

The kitchen table with eight bags of flour, seven sticks of butter, nine big containers of milk, five bottles of syrup, five bottles of whipped cream, a few dozen eggs, and four bags of brown sugar had not disappeared.

You gaze at Fitzgerald and Q. Tycoon and kid looked a little bit ashamed.

"Francis, Q, do you realize, what is the main reason for dairy to be put on sale?"

Francis cleared his throat and answered.

"Well, [Y/N], do you think I have visited supermarkets every day? Or at all?"

Kyuusaku hugged their doll closer and utter:

"And I was..."

You raised your hand.

"Okay, let me rephrase my question. Why no one of you checked the expiration date?"

Fitzgerald and Q try their best not to look at you.

You sigh. These two

Who knew, that Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald, Leader of The Guild and Kyuusaku Yumeno, also known as Q, would become shopping buddies?

Francis, despite getting his fortune back, still enjoyed sales in shops. And Q liked chaos during sales.

You can't blame Francis. There was something special in Sales, and weren't thinking only about lower prices. Sometimes, you could find something interesting in during Sales, be it a good bag, nice clothes, interesting book, tasty food or so many others important or good things.

Today, Francis and Q have stumbled on a sale in your local supermarket. They returned home with bags full of products from sale. They got home. You helped them unpack. Only for you three to saw, that almost all products (except brown sugar, eggs and flour) will soon expire. And, by soon, you mean tomorrow.

That's how you three got in that situation.

Well, no use to just stand there.

"We three are transforming breakfast into dinner"

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"Francis, please, break eggs in a separate bowl. Pancakes with eggshells taste terrible. But have a nice crunch."

"Did eggshell got into your pancake on incident or Tetchou tried to cook again?"

"First, Tetchou not that bad of a cook. Second, it was a bet."

"How it ended?"

"With a lecture from Akiko and half-eaten pancakes in the garbage bin."

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"Kyuusaku, please, don't add too much sugar."

"Can I make a few pancakes that sweeter than others?"

"Made them on bunny-shaped pan."

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"Careful with flour, [Y/N]. You almost covered the whole table and my doll in it."

"Sorry... Achoo!"

"Bless you, [Y/N]"

"Thanks you two."

___________

"And Miss Louisa was wondering why we need four pancake pens. I was sure that they will be useful."

"Francis, in a house full of people there is no such thing as useless tableware, pan, clothes, shampoo and so on, and so forth.

__________

"Fitzgerald, are pancakes doing good?"

"Everything is great, [Y/N]. How's the last bowl of pancake butter?"

"Almost finished. Kyuusaku?"

"I am adding jam and whipped cream. No problems from my part."

_________

It took time. But, at the end, you three manage to bake enough pancakes to feed a small army.

You feel proud. You noticed, that two other 'cooks' also looked pleased.

Kyuusaku turned to you and Fitzgerald. They were wearing matching aprons with their doll.

"What we are going to cook next time? When we will cook together?"

You and Fitzgerald exchanged glances.

"Maybe, when we will be on a cooking duty next time. As for the food... I am not sure, my young friend. What do you think, [Y/N]?"

You shrug.

"Will see. Just, please, don't buy almost expired food on purpose. If you want to spend time together, just ask."

Fitzgerald's quiet laugh and Q's giggles were their only answer.

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daisynik7 · 6 months

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The Apple of His Eye

Chapter 3: The Gift that Keeps on Giving

Pairing: Nanami x f!reader

Word Count: ~3.9k

cw: celebration of Christmas Eve (no religion mentioned), fluff, established relationship, implied sex

Summary: You and Nanami celebrate your first Christmas Eve together.

Author's Notes: This is the third and last fluffy side story for A Bento For Kento! Thanks for all the love and support throughout this series. Appreciate you all and happy holidays! Divider credit to @/saradika.

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It’s the day before Christmas Eve. Ren navigates through Netflix on your TV as you sit on the floor, wrapping presents. “Shall we do a classic Christmas movie, like Home Alone? Or should we do a horror holiday movie, like Krampus? Honestly, I could go either way,” Ren suggests, clicking on the remote to scroll through the different options.

Distracted, you respond, “I’m down for whatever.” You finish wrapping Nanami’s gifts. With a smile, you pick them up and place it on your kitchen counter, ready to be exchanged tomorrow. Your boyfriend has been out of town since yesterday for a mission. Tomorrow, you’ll be reunited to spend Christmas Eve together, arguably the most romantic day of the year. It’s taken all your willpower to not spoil the presents you got for him. You’ve always been horrible at keeping secrets.

“Krampus it is, then!” Ren exclaims, grabbing the bowl of popcorn off the coffee table. “Ready?”

“Yes! I finished wrapping his gifts.” You sit next to your brother on the couch, grabbing a handful to toss into your mouth.

“I wish I could see his reaction when you give him the apron. I bet he’s not used to silly, prank gifts. Then again, I’m sure Gojo has tortured him plenty of times with pranks.” Your brother starts the movie and adds, “So, you think he’ll propose tomorrow?”

You whip around to face him with a shocked expression. “Ren! Of course not, we’ve only been dating for five months!”

He smirks. “So? Nanami is head over heels for you. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had a ring already and is just waiting for the appropriate time.”

“Don’t put ideas in my head.” As if you weren’t already thinking it.

To be honest, you love Nanami. Absolutely love him. Head over heels, smitten, match made in heaven, every cliché expression in the book you can think of, you feel that way about him. It’s been five months of paradise together, and not the kind that feels too good to be true. It’s natural, as if you’ve known each other for years, with the excitement of still learning more. You never thought you’d be the type of person who could fall in love so fast, but here you are, imagining the rest of your life with this man that you are completely infatuated with.

Marriage has crossed your mind. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t. You can’t help but picture Nanami as a doting husband, the two of you starting a family, going on more vacations, growing old together. It’s a dream that is slowly looking like a reality the more time you spend with each other.

Ren’s voice is soft as he says, “Remember what I told you, right before you two got together? I said you deserve the universe. He’s proven time and time again that he can give that to you, that he wants to give that to you. Whatever you and Nanami have is special. It’s the kind of love that I want to experience. The kind that Mom and Dad have for each other, the kind that people write movies and novels about. I know you think it’s too soon, but when you know, you know. Right?”

You stare at him, a little dumbfounded at the wisdom he just casually bestowed upon you. When you don’t speak, he just grins. “Yeah, I know stuff!”

You scooch over to him to give him a big hug. “Booger! When did you become such a romance expert?”

He tries to escape your grasp as he scoffs, “I blame it on the K-dramas I’ve been watching with my friends from school. But seriously, not that it matters or anything, but you have my approval. That is, if Nanami has the balls to actually propose tomorrow.”

“I highly doubt he’ll propose tomorrow. We haven’t even talked about marriage with each other yet. We’re just taking it one step at a time. We’re in no rush.” Before you let go of him, you add, “And for the record, it does matter. Your support means more to me than you know. I love you, booger.”

With a smooch on his head, you finally release him. He rubs the spot where you kissed him, smiling. “Love you too, sis.”

As the two of you sit back to watch the movie, you let your mind wander. You mean it when you say you’re in no rush. You’re just enjoying your time together without expectations or a timeline. The only thing you know for certain is that you love Nanami and Nanami loves you. That’s all that matters right now.

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Nanami sits on the train next to Gojo. It’s the morning of Christmas Eve. They’re heading back to Tokyo after being away for a mission the last two days. He shakes his leg anxiously, excited and nervous for the night to come.

Tonight, Nanami is going to ask his girlfriend a very important question.

He’s going to ask her to move in together.

It makes sense to move on to this next stage in their relationship. They spend nearly every day together, either at his place or hers, mostly at hers. He dreads the few hours they are apart, whenever he needs to go to his apartment to make sure things are still running or to pick up extra clothes. Frankly, he doesn’t care much for his place; it’s always felt empty and lonely. It reminds him of his time as a bachelor. He pays rent for it every month without having any attachment to it whatsoever.

But when he’s in her home, he’s comfortable and cozy. He loves snuggling up next to her in bed, taking naps on the couch in front of the TV, cooking dinner in her kitchen. He adores the little splashes of her personality scattered throughout her house, from her solar powered Lucky Cat constantly waving at him from the windowsill to the Hello Kitty figurine displayed next to her Nintendo Switch. He’s started leaving traces of himself, like his toothbrush, clothes, an extra pair of shoes.

He can’t get enough of her. And that’s why he wants to live with her.

Gojo nudges him. “Relax, buddy. She’s going to agree to it.”

Nanami tries to stop his leg from shaking but ends up moving his other instead. “I don’t know. She may still want her space.”

“I don’t blame her if she does, you can be so overbearing sometimes, Nanamin!” When Gojo’s joke is not received well, he reiterates, “She’ll say yes, don’t worry. She absolutely adores you.”

They love each other. Nanami knows that for sure. But he still can’t help but feel nervous. What if she’s not ready? What if she still needs time? What if she still really wants her own space?

He sighs, unable to shake the nerves that are getting the best of him. Thankfully, Gojo takes the hint and leaves him alone for the rest of the train ride. When they get off the train to part ways, his friend says, “Merry Christmas, Nanamin. Tomorrow is going to go great. Also, please tell her thank you again for the gift. I already texted her, but I want you to tell her again. I love it.” They gave Gojo a new pair of sunglasses, that he is currently donning as they speak. “See you guys on New Year’s!”

Nanami walks the rest of the way to her house, luggage in hand and heart beating a tiny bit faster. He’ll pop the question tonight, after dinner, when they are exchanging gifts. They plan to order takeout from their favorite sushi restaurant and celebrate at home.

He unlocks the door, to which he already has his own set of keys for, and enters the house. The familiar scent fills his nostrils and gives him a sense of warmth and happiness. When he doesn’t see her in the kitchen or the living room, he yells out her name.

“Kento? Hold on! I’m changing!” he hears her shout from the hallway.

He removes his shoes and places them next to his other pair by the door. He hangs his coat on the rack, right on top of another jacket of his. Everywhere he looks, there is something of his right next to something of hers. He sees the newspaper that she started subscribing to for him, on the table, next to her empty coffee mug. The bottle of wine they opened a few nights ago sitting on the countertop, next to the Hello Kitty bento box that hasn’t been packed since he left. A pair of his slippers that he wears around the house right by the couch, where he last left them.

He wants to call this place his home. This is the realization he comes to.

When he sees her, his jaw almost drops. She walks out from the bathroom in one of his dress shirts and boxers with a bright smile on her face. “Baby! I missed you! Welcome home!” Her arms wrap around his neck as she presses her lips to his.

He kisses her back eagerly, linking his arms around her waist tightly. She looks so good in his clothes. He can’t hold back. “Why are you wearing this?”

She giggles, pulling away from him to answer, “I wanted to surprise you. It’s part one of my Christmas present to you.”

He chuckles. “This certainly is a wonderful treat.” He pulls her back towards him to scatter kisses on her neck, reaching his hands over her butt to give it a nice squeeze. “I missed you so much, sweetie. Can I unwrap my beautiful gift now?” he whispers into her ear, fingers sliding to the waistband of the boxers, tugging them down slightly.

She smiles, unbuttoning the dress shirt from the top. They both stagger into the bedroom, Nanami leaving his luggage by the front door, forgotten and abandoned as they start their Christmas Eve celebration making love in bed.

Two hours later, after some post-coital cuddling, napping, and showering, they sit on the couch, looking through the menu of their favorite sushi restaurant. Nanami has his arm wrapped around her as they scroll through her phone, selecting a variety of dishes to order for dinner. She’s still wearing his dress shirt, but with sweatpants this time.

As they wait for their food to arrive, she asks him, “Can I give you part two now?”

“Why did you get me so many things?”

“These are small! Please don’t feel bad.” She gets up to walk to the kitchen counter and returns with a small gift bag in hand. “Open it.”

It’s a dark blue tie with little foxes as the pattern. He grins. “A fox tie?”

“Yes. Because you’re foxy.”

He sputters a laugh. How can she be so cheesy and adorable all at once? He leans in to kiss her cheek.

“Do you hate it? It’s just a little gag, you don’t have to actually wear it.”

“A gag?”

“Yeah, a gag gift. Like a prank. A joke. I honestly think it’s rather stylish.”

“Ahhh, a prank. I thought you meant…Never mind.”

“Kento Nanami, what are you thinking?” she looks at him with a raised brow and a slightly amused smile.

“No. I shouldn’t say. It’s naughty.”

“Kento!”

“I love it. I promise I’ll wear it. You’re right, it is rather stylish. We’ll just have to use one of my other ties as a gag next time. I mean, a gag gift.”

“Nanami!” she responds, using his surname for emphasis, shoving his bicep playfully, chortling over his racy joke.

“Seriously. I love it. It’s from you, so naturally, it holds a very special place in my heart.”

She beams at him, cheeks round and cute with joy. He’ll never get tired of making her smile. Never. He takes a mental snapshot each time, memorizing all the different reasons and ways he’s managed to make her happy, to make her laugh. He takes her hand in his and raises it up to his lips, placing a soft kiss inside her wrist. “Do you want yours now?”

“Not yet! I have one more small one I want you to open. We can do our big gifts after dinner.” She walks over to the countertop again to retrieve another bag. How did he get so lucky to meet such a kind and generous woman? He constantly thanks the universe for this serendipity.

Giggling, she hands him the bag. He eyes her suspiciously with an amused grin and comments, “You’re making me nervous. What’s in here?”

“Just open it!” More giggling. He loves her so much.

Inside is a folded black apron. As he unravels it, he turns it over to the front to see the cause of her impish behavior. “Mr. Good Lookin’ is Cookin’…?” he reads out loud, warmth creeping to his cheeks, unable to contain his smile.

“Please put it on! I want to take a picture for Ren.”

“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that.”

Pouting, she whines, “Why not?!”

“Because knowing your brother, that picture will end up in Gojo’s hands. And he will harass me about it well into the new year.” Even as he explains himself, he pulls the apron over his head and ties it around his waist.

“What can Gojo even say to you? You are good looking! And you do cook! There’s nothing wrong with that statement! Please, baby? For me?”

Ahhh, his weakness. How can he deny her when those words come out of her sweet lips? The magic words that turn him into putty right into her hands? Chuckling, he relents. “Fine. Take the picture. If Gojo says something at the New Year’s party, you owe me.”

“I’ll give you whatever you want,” she smirks, taking the photo.

In all honestly, he loves the presents so far. Knowing she put thought into each one, no matter how silly it is, makes his heart swell with affection. He should have known that the same charm she exudes in her everyday life, the charm he fell in love with and continues to love each passing moment, would translate well into her gifts.

They cuddle and chat on the couch for a few more minutes until the doorbell rings, signaling that their dinner has been delivered. Nanami gets up to fetch the food and starts opening the bags to set on the table.

“Honey! Change of plans. I actually want to give you your last gift now, before we start eating. Is that okay?”

Confused, he replies, “Sure.”

“I just realized how perfect of an opportunity this is. You’ll understand as soon as you open it.” With a mischievous grin, she disappears into her bedroom. “Oh! And let’s eat on the couch! You can set the food up on the coffee table,” she yells through the closed door.

At her suggestion, he moves the setup over to the coffee table and starts playing a random holiday movie on the TV as he waits for her big reveal. After a few minutes, she comes out wearing her set of wasabi green sushi pajamas, a medium-sized wrapped box in her hands.

He loves these pajamas. They hold a special place in his heart. During their summer lessons, Ren showed Nanami a picture of her holding up giant meatballs with the brightest smile on her face. These were the pajamas she was wearing. It was the second thing that caught his attention, after her beautiful smile. It captivated him so much in that moment, he even imagined a scenario where she stood in front of him in those pajamas, with an offering of a bento box and a smile. The world is a better place with you in it. Always remember that. I love you, Nanami.

She walks up to him, smiling, holding the box out to him. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.” A scene almost exact to what he conjured in his head months ago, before they even met. But it’s better this time; it’s real.

He unwraps the box carefully, sliding his finger under the folds and creases, savoring each second of this wonderful gift. There’s no inkling in his head as to what it could be, but regardless, he’s going to love it. Almost instantly, he notices the wasabi green color poking through the tissue paper as he opens the box. It’s a matching set of sushi pajamas in his size.

He’s speechless as he marvels at the fabric, taking it all in. There’s a familiar tightness in his chest, similar to the first time they said “I love you” to each other. He’s not exactly sure why he is so emotional from this. It’ll silly how flustered he’s getting. Maybe it’s because this is the first time in a long time that he received a gift that had so much thought put into it. So much love behind it.

They are officially the kind of couple that has matching pajamas. Nanami never thought he’d be in a relationship like this. He’s thrilled.

She breaks the silence first. “Do you like it? You always say how cute these pajamas are on me, so I wanted us to be cute together. And sushi is our favorite food to eat. I thought this would be fitting.”

Gulping loudly, trying to keep his composure, he responds, “I love it.” He lets out a small laugh. “I absolutely love it.” He drops the clothes on the couch to wrap his arms around her. Kissing the top of her head as he rubs her back, he whispers, “I love you so much.”

Nanami never thought a pair of wasabi green sushi pajamas could bring him to the verge of tears, but here he is, nearly in shambles in front of her. He thinks back on his life before this. If he knew then what the future had in store for him, he wouldn’t have wasted so much time brooding. Having her in his life has been well worth the wait. And if he had to, he’d wait decades more to have this kind of happiness in his life, to have her in his life.

They continue hugging for a while longer until he finally releases her, feeling calm again. He picks up the pajamas and says, “Let me go get changed and we can start eating.”

She claps her hands giddily. “You read my mind!”

A few minutes later, they sit beside each other on the couch, filling their plates with different sashimi and nigiri, all while wearing their matching sushi pajamas. The TV is on, volume low but enough to hear the buzz of whatever classic movie is playing.

Domestic bliss with the person he loves the most. It’s everything he’s ever hoped. After years of working endlessly, living through monotony, he’s finally made it. All because of her.

~~~

After dinner, the two you digest on the couch, watching the remainder of the movie in peace. You’re snuggled next to each other under a fleece blanket, wearing the matching pajamas. His hand rests on your thigh as you lay your head on his shoulder. Every so often, he’ll turn his to give you a soft peck on the cheek.

When the film is over, you sigh. “What should we watch now?”

Turning off the TV, Nanami gets up from the couch. “I want to give you your present now.”

“Oh yeah! Okay. Let’s do it.”

He walks over to his luggage by the front door and rummages through his belongings. When he comes back, he takes his spot next to you on the couch and hands you a bag. “Merry Christmas, sweetie.”

Excited, you dig through and the first thing you find are two lacey slip dresses, one in a forest green color, the other in maroon. These look very similar to one he bought you not that long ago, during your first vacation together at the hot springs resort. The steamy memories from that weekend come rushing back as you smirk at him. “Are you sure this is a gift for me? Or more of a gift for you?”

He chuckles. “Okay, I’ll admit it. It’s a treat for the both of us. I’m sure we’ll make use of it tonight.” He leans in to kiss you, his hand sliding up your thigh suggestively.

You push him away, laughing. “From sushi pajamas to lingerie. We have quite the range, don’t we, Mr. Good Lookin’?” Setting the dresses aside, you search through the gift bag to make sure you didn’t miss anything. There’s a small box at the bottom that you notice. When you open it, you find a dainty gold chain bracelet inside. You let out a small gasp, taken aback by the beauty of it. “Kento, I love it. I love it so much.”

“Good. I know how much you like this style of jewelry, but I wasn’t sure if you had something like this yet.”

“I absolutely do love this kind of jewelry and I definitely don’t have something like this yet. Thank you, baby. It’s so pretty,” you muse as he helps you clasp it around your wrist.

When it’s on, instead of pulling away, he holds your hand in between his. “There’s one more thing.” The look in his eyes is serious as he clears his throat. He always clears his throat when he’s nervous about something. “I love you. So much. More than you’ll ever know. More than I’m able to express to you in words or actions or gifts. And I want to move forward to the next step in our relationship.” He pauses, gauging your reaction so far. Your eyes are wide, full of anticipation for what he’s going to say next.

“I want us to move in together. I want to live here with you.”

Fireworks, butterflies, confetti. Every cliché reaction to happiness bursts through your body. Kento Nanami, you’re very handsome, extremely sweet and thoughtful amazing boyfriend wants to live with you! You fling yourself on him, laughing. “Kento! Yes! Let’s move in together!” Grabbing his face in your hands, you pepper his cheek with kisses, smiling and giggling, unable to contain your emotions.

“You mean it?” His voice is soft and precious.

“Yes!” You kiss him full on the lips now, sitting in his lap. “I’m so happy. I’m so, so happy. I’d love to live you. I love you.”

“You’re okay with me moving in here? In your home?”

“I’m more than okay. And our home. It’s our home now, Kento.”

Honestly, it’s felt like home for the both of you for a while now. Nanami is everywhere around the house, blending in seamlessly with you. His coats hanging next to yours on the rack. His toothbrush set next to yours in the bathroom. His clothes next to yours in the closet. Everyone you are, he’s right there, by your side. And as much as you like visiting his apartment with his king-sized bed, something about being here at home with him is comforting. As if this is where the two of you are meant to be together.

~~~

Our home. It’s our home now, Kento.

Nanami can’t stop replaying the words in his head as he continues to kiss her passionately, unable to hold back any longer. They celebrate with another round of love making, this time on the couch, with his gorgeous girlfriend wearing the maroon dress and the golden bracelet around her wrist. In their home. Not his, not hers. But theirs.

Home is wherever she is. He’s finally home.

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nanivinsmoke · 7 months

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You First.

Nanami x F!Reader

had to do the big three for jjk, next is erza from ft and then one piece. also sorry for the lateness.

summary ~ you and nanami made a bet, whoever loses gets a punishment ~ no nut november day 3.

warning ~ sex toys, orgasm denial, edging, cumshot, oral sex, phone call sex (?), teasing, foreplay and more.

their sex lives were never dull, there was always something new and exciting for them everyday. nobody would think those two were nymphos behind closed doors. they loved sex, but they loved it even more with each other.

the two were all for trying new things with each other, from threesomes to full on bdsm, they did it all. today was no different for them, they were currently hard at work finishing off their paper work in their home office, when an idea popped in y/n’s head.

“blondie” she spoke, calling nanami by his nickname she had given him, from the moment they met. his eyes locked on her’s, still scribbling away on his papers. “let’s do something new tonight. I have a bet~” before he could ask anything, she exited the room and then a few moments later she came back; holding two black objects in her hands.

“whoever cums first is the loser. there are no rules, besides don’t be the first person to cum. we’re both gonna have vibrators on to make this a fair and even match. what do you think?” she was now sitting on his lap, looking into his brown eyes; smirking.

“you know you’re going to lose, right butterfly?” he spoke, grabbing the black bullet and reaching under her black leather body con dress, a little surprised to see that she wasn’t wearing any panties; before sliding the toy inside of her. y/n moaned slightly, grinding against his black corduroy pants; teasing him through them.

“you’re gonna eat those words, mi’” she unzips his pants, and gently pulls his hardening cock out, pushing the vibrating cock ring down onto him; earning a soft groan from his lips. “and just for good measure~” she teases the head at her slick entrance, causing them to both moan out, before she got up and walked towards the door.

“making your favorite for dinner. don’t forget you’re the head of today’s meeting. it starts at 4” nanami had completely forgot about the meeting and had little time to prepare for it, all thanks to his girlfriend’s wetness. his eyes landed on the remote to her vibrator a few inches away and sly smirk formed on his face.

in the kitchen, y/n was hard at work, cooking their dinner while also anticipating when nanami was going to turn on the toy. she had slipped into his favorite set of lingerie, a black lacy bra with her the areolas cut out, a tiny matching thong and to protect her when cooking; she had her apron on. while she stirred the pot of food, the black bullet vibrator turned on to one of its highest settings, catching her off guard and nearly making her drop the spoon on the floor. “f-fuck” she muttered out, trying to contain herself, trying her best to ignore the pleasure inside of her.

after what seemed like forever, the toy turned off and she huffed out, glad it had stopped; as she was so close to cumming. ‘slick bastard. he’s in for it now’ she said to herself, looking at the clock that read 4:00 pm. nanami was already in his meeting and she knew it was game time. she plated the food and walked towards the office, the remote in her apron pocket.

softly knocking on the door, she pushed herself in and made her way over to her desk, careful to not be seen on the virtual meeting. nanami glanced at you then glanced away, but when she dropped the apron; he had to do a double take. Her curves stood out the most, he loved her body. there was many times when he would worship her body during sex. “what are you wearing?” he spoke low, so the computer’s mic wouldn’t pick up on it.

y/n didn’t answer and instead she did a 360, her butterfly tramp stamp coming into view, along with her white back dermal piercings. nanami’s dick jumped in his pants as he watched his girlfriend’s sexy body, jiggle each time she turned around. she was a tease and he wanted to punish her for it, but he had to continue with this meeting. “what is the percentage for that, satoru?” he had put his focus back onto his screen, to get his mine off of y/n. however, she had other plans.

pretending to drop his spoon on the ground, y/n dropped to her knees; with her back arched and her plump ass in the air. nanami glanced over at her again and this time it made his dick harden. y/n quickly crawled under the desk and positioned herself in front of his crotch. as she fiddled with his pants, he looked down at her with an eyebrow raise. ‘shhh, don’t want you to get caught. ahhhh’ she had pulled his hard cock through his zipper hole and immediately took him in her mouth, moaning softly as a result.

while y/n continued to lick, slurp, and suck on his cock, nanami tried so hard to focus on his meeting; answering in one word sentences and keeping his eyes on everyone else. his poker face was immaculate, nobody would know what was going on, on the other side of his camera.

remembering that they were still having a bet, nanami grabbed the remote to her vibrator and turned it on to the highest setting; letting a soft audible moan to escape her lips. ‘fuck mi’. you wanna play dirty?’ she whispered and grabbed the remote to his toy from her apron nearby, and she repeated his actions. this time nanami’s grunt could be heard from the other people in the virtual call.

“you okay, kento?” geto’s voice called out, concerning everyone. y/n continued to suck his dick, making it hard for him to answer, “y-yeah. need to handle s-ssomething. satoru can y-you take over?” not even waiting for the white haired male’s reply, nanami quickly left the call and shut his laptop, before he looked down at his girlfriend who was smirking as she stroked him. “meeting finished?~” she teased before taking him in her mouth again, this time hitting the back of her throat. the feeling of being in her mouth and vibrations nearly pushed him over the edge, and she knew it.

he had no intentions of losing this competition, but she wasn’t playing fair and neither would he. he picked her up and flipped her upside down, holding her in a position to where her wet pussy was now in his face. it was such a pretty sight, her wet pussy glistening and pushing out juices, he didn’t waste anytime and quickly began to sop it up with his tongue. “mi’~” she moaned out as she felt his tongue on her clit, doing circles on it.

the two were both nearly on the edge, an orgasm at its peak, but neither one of them wanted to release and lose this competition. as he started to spell his name on her clit, she was begging to lose it. she wanted to cum on his tongue, to have him suck her pussy dry, to squirt all over his face. however, she wasn’t going down like that. while she was still taking him deep in her mouth, an idea popped into her mind last minute. she pushed one of his balls into the mix, sucking it along with his dick. “fuck…butterfly”

he couldn’t hold back anymore. the pleasure was way too intense for him. his thick load spurted out, shooting into her mouth and down her throat. y/n had no trouble swallowing in that position, she savored ever lost drop of his cum. “t-turn it off now!” nanami demanded and she turned off the remote, and he did the same with her’s. he pulled her off and sat her on the desk, eyeing her with hooded eyes.

“im about to have you cumming for days, butterfly”

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desultory-novice · 3 months

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[Trimming for length...!]

...Mechalor Anon, how dare you take my attempts to give them a vaguely implied happy ending and convince me (challenge level: super easy) to turn this into something Truly Horrific... ANYWAY!

Snowflake!Noir and Adeleine, aka...**** ****...

Adeleine, as always, takes up art. She's more unsure of herself, so she's been experimenting with different crafts, trying to find the one that fits...whoever she is now. Noir waits tables at Kawasaki's while learning how to cook from him. He's stuck with his collar but the encroachment seemingly stopped with 02's defeat so...that's good.

[This timeline MUST have a Happy Ending. See? They're even smiling!]

They have a home at Castle Dedede when they're not out...enjo... sorry ENJOYING!! Dream Land; the soft cuddle bear penguin king unable to NOT care about these two in every reality, apparently ^^

Overall, they're not fine. All that shock and trauma in rapid succession, followed by being in communion with a dark power, letting it gently infuse their souls for decades to help escape their awful waking life, only to be very psychically available as it was destroyed and then waking up in a perfectly ALIEN situation that only pushes the two of them closer together is totally not fine though!

Today was another good day...

[Warning: horror, body horror, original attempt at biblically accurate Kirby last boss, semi-realistic eyes, no salvation, character death]

:Adeleine smiles wide, hopping onto the large bed where Noir sits:

Adeleine: "Ready?"

Noir: "Only if you're ready to lose two bucks."

Adeleine: "No way! Today was a good day! It's going to work!"

:Adeleine gears up to pry at Noir's collar, trying to break or otherwise remove it from him. It still refuses to budge:

Adeleine: "...Nghhhhhhh!"

:Noir wryly shakes his head:

Noir: "Ready to call it quits?"

Adeleine: "...Noir, are you sure you didn't accidentally glue this thing to you and you've been too embarrassed to tell me the truth?"

Noir: "Says the girl who sewed the shirt she was wearing TO my apron when I asked you to fix the ties on it for me. I didn't know you hated being apart from me that much, Adeleine!"

Adeleine: "No~ir!!"

Noir: "Anyway, no, I didn't and that's two bucks you owe me."

Adeleine: "...I don't have any money. They don't even use it here. Why do you keep betting me? What would you buy, anyway?"

:Noir replies with mock seriousness:

Noir: "...Chiropractic work for all the neck damage you've given me trying this thing every single day."

:She pouts before finally letting a little laugh slip through:

"...Adeleine, listen, it's okay. You don't need to worry about me..."

Adeleine: "It's not okay though! Dark Matter's supposed to be all gone now. Everyone said so. So...why aren't you better, Noir...?"

:A faltering smile to match her growing sadness:

:Keep lying to your sister, boy. You're an expert by now:

Noir: "...I am better. We're both better. Right...?"

"I mean, isn't this place a lot better than home? You're out there painting and sculpting and sewing and building and who knows what else and I'm...making less guests sick at Kawasaki's every day!"

:He laughs a hollow laugh. She doesn't laugh with this time:

"...Just cause this stupid thing is still stuck to me doesn't actually MEAN anything. It's just a boring hunk of metal. Nothing more."

:It doesn't still whisper to him. A thousand lost souls crying out to be one again:

:She crawls into his lap:

Adeleine: "Still...I'm...scared, Noir. I'm scared for us. Nothing feels right anymore... What if, the next time I go to sleep...I wake up someplace new again? What if...it's someplace without you...?"

:He hugs her tight, their shivering bodies fitting together perfectly:

:Why do you shiver, children? It is not cold here. It is too warm:

Noir: "C'mon, snowflake girl. That's not gonna happen anymore. We've stuck together so far and we're going to keep sticking. Right?"

"...And anyway, today was a good day. You said it yourself."

Adeleine: "Yeah..."

Noir: "We just have to keep having good days. Don't let the little things get to us. We've still got each other. ...We can do this..."

:Back to sleep. In sleep, we are safe. Only in sleep. Though... ...They ask us to wake up here They worry when we do not wake up:

:Outside the door to their room:

Meta: "...Your majesty."

Dedede: "Whaa?! It's not what it looks like!!"

Meta: "I have no idea what you're implying."

Dedede: "So, uh, what brings ya here, Meta Knight?"

Meta: "The same reason as you, I would suspect. To check on the status of our guests from Shiver Star. How are they?"

:Dedede points inside, where the two siblings sleep cradled in each other's arms, akin to how they were found. Though, it's a little uncanny to see them continue to sleep that way:

Dedede: "See for yourself. Sleepin' peacefully. At least, I hope so..."

:A bit of worry makes its way onto his face:

"...Adeleine's right, Meta. We beat Dark Matter. Twice. Hell, maybe more! Sure, we've had a host of problems since then but Noir's..."

Meta: "Do you believe that, my liege? That we have defeated it?"

Dedede: "What do you mean by that?"

Meta: "...When you look at those siblings, what do you see?"

:Dedede looks back inside the room:

Dedede: "I see two kids. Quiet. Respectful. Scared of trouble but they don't cause any. They mostly stick to each other but I seem 'em out there slowly trying to make friends with the others..."

Meta: "...You are a good man, my liege."

:Dedede balks and puffs up his chest:

Dedede: "That's 'Great' and get it right!"

Meta: "......Then I take it back."

Dedede: "Hey!"

:Meta fixes him with a fierce, burning gaze:

Meta: "Look at them again, sire. Not with your eyes."

Dedede: "......"

:Dedede can see it, their matter is locked in a twisted spiral, Soul and Dark feeding each other, tightly intertwined, and growing still:

Meta: "Do you see it?"

Dedede: "...No. I don't see nuthin'."

:Dedede turns away:

"And before you ask me to look again, I don't WANT to see it. They're just two kids, Meta! Just two small kids! They haven't hurt nobody!"

Meta: "...In the beginning, it was just the boy. He was sick with Dark Matter. I didn't know how he was still alive. He could have easily been a threat to the kingdom and not just because of that sword."

:Meta shuts his eyes, regretting his lapse:

"I...had hoped the presence of his sister could alleviate that some. But Dark Matter is not so easily tamed. It has grown fast, feeding off the two of them. It is already more than twice what a normal member of their species should be able to handle without being consumed."

Dedede: "...Right. That doesn't sound good. How do we stop it?"

:He sees Meta Knight's expression and rephrases:

"...How do we save 'em, Meta?"

Meta: "I believe, my liege..."

:His lowered eyes go to Galaxia's handle:

"...the answer will depend on your definition of 'save'..."

...

Meta Knight's words hung heavy on him.

King Dedede shut his eyes and decided to continue along as if it was nothing. Just...keep making the place as comfortable for the two as he could. Maybe the knight was wrong? Maybe it wasn't too late?

It wasn't long after that. The trigger was something forgettably small, as simple as a thoughtless suggestion or an accident; one of them gets hurt, bleeds a little, maybe. It only needs to be one of them, so inextricably are they linked that the resonance of the other's echoed pain races across Popstar like a sonic boom. Dark clouds swirl in, covering the whole planet, blocking out the star's brilliant light.

King Dedede rushes out. He doesn't want to know-without-question what is the cause this time. He wants it to be something unknown. A new invader; not his familiar tormentor, the foe he knows so well.

But he knows exactly what it is because he is already mouthing the words to a waiting Meta Knight. "The kids! Where are they...?!"

"Look up..."

It is a cruel joke to him. Always, Dark Matter had a way of getting inside him. But every time, it had been his body. Never had it succeeded at invading his heart.

He wishes this one would take his body.

...Take me instead...

But the two violet eyes are not looking at him. They arc laterally with rapid movements, back and forth, back and forth, stretching to the edge of their vision, looking for their other half they know to be there, felt through the comforting grip of tightly twined fingers and hinted at in the reflection of wings like the points of a snowflake...

...

......

-ZERO THREE-

" " yI at kH Ou er Bt ls lN 'o ti Ir " " | " " Dt ol nu ta LF ey aM vl el MA es Ai ls oi nh eT " " | " "It Ji um sm ta WD ad no tG Tp oU Ds rU ee ak ma FW ou ro FY od ri eD vy eh rW" " | " "Hr ee lH pe Hv ia mS" "

"...Give them back..."

"GIVE THEM BACK!!"

" " ...eK di en dg eD De gd ne id Ke... " "

...He will not get them back...

ZERO THREE's dialogue reads:

"It Hurts Noir / It'll Be Okay" | "Don't Leave Me Alone / This Is All My Fault" | "I Just Want To Dream For Forever / Why Did You Wake Us Up Godammit" | "Help Him / Save Her"

...The last one you can probably guess...

Mechalor Anon's full post below. Sorry I took the worst possible ending choice you offered and SOMEHOW MADE IT WORSE!

Noirs Saved: 2 (Gijinka, AU AU) Noirs Failed: 1 (Snowflakes)

#Apologies AU #Kirby #cw: body horror #A true mixed media post! XD;#I really just wanted to show off the Zero Three thing but it required all that setup to explain how it happened #Guess you CAN'T just go from 'about to get gunned down in the spaceport for the crime trying to survive' to...#...'Welcome to Dream Land where food grows in flowers cause the trees are mean! Also our monarch is a penguin!'#They tried. They tried to go back to living normal lives...#And they really DID like everyone. They didn't become Dark Matter out of hatred or anger. It was just... too much...#Like Mechalor Anon said... they weren't prepared.#Noir's encroachment was 'stalled' because all their negativity was suffusing Adeleine's native Soul Matter instead #Soul + Dark Matter is not just good for creating Dream matter... it is ALSO the perfect recipe for creating another Zero #If left to their own devices ZERO THREE would go on to draw more planets into “their” personal dream world...#long post #King Dedede #Meta Knight #Adeleine #Noir (human form dms)

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overwatchfics · 2 years

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can you do Shimadas taking care of their sick s/o? 🥺

A/N: Reformatted this so it fit your request lmao sorry this is late, but hope you're feeling better homie!

Hanzo

He feels like such a mother hen, he takes care of you like no other

I headcannon that Hanzo brews a mad cup of tea, he'll put every ounce of effort in brewing the best cup for you

He won't get too close to you at first, but if you're ABSOLUTELY miserable he'll hold your hand and rub soothing patterns into your back and arms

He'll begrudgingly do his goofy fisherman's dance if you really need something to cheer you up

Or he'll tell you the good memories of his childhood growing up in Shimada castle, of how he'd seen Genji sneaking treats to Kiriko in their youth.

Ok enough, he doesn't care if he gets sick anymore, Hanzo doesn't like seeing you in any discomfort, so he'll get under the blankets with you and hold you.

He'll prepare some hot soup with crackers on the side.

If you have long hair he'll loosely braid it and card his fingers through it.

Headache? He'll lightly massage your scalp to get you to relax.

Even if you look like shit he'll still call you beautiful

I feel like he has a fondness for novellas or TV dramas and he'll quietly murmur under his breath Oh no she did not

He'll put these dramas on tv for you two to watch and honestly watching Hanzo's reaction is more entertaining than the show itself

He'll grab a cool wash clothes and wipe the sweat from your face and keep you clean.

If you have to go to the doctors, he'll hold your hand through the process

Both Shimadas have a massive fear of the doctor's office and you can't convince me otherwise

Genji

He can't catch any illnesses so cuddles?

Having a cyborg ninja boyfriend comes with its perks and one of them being he can control his body temperature.

Hot fever? That's alright he's got his cooling system on

Too cold? And blankets make you sweat too much. Butt warming technology activated (Like in those leather seats in cars)

Aside from this he panics if you have a nasty illness and he goes to Angela on how to best take care of you

Since its winter he'll get you involved in some silly arts and crafts, and you can bet he makes you a cut out of paper snowflakes

Can't really cook, so he'll order some take out (Mostly soup)

Genji has tried to cook a few times (the few times he has, it was so bad even Moira said it was unethical)

I feel Genji would also have a small gaming set up and he'd play a single player game with story so you could enjoy the story with him

I'm getting carried away with random Genji hcs lemme get back on track

He would buy you two matching fuzzy pajamas and socks so you could suffer in comfort with him looking a little goofy in his pjs

Not the best brewer but he can make a decent cup just for you

As much as he hated cough medicine himself, he'll make sure you'll take it

GENJI WOULD BE THE TYPE TO GO "Here comes the airplane prrrrrrrrrrrrrb!" and poke at your lips with the spoon until you relent

Kiriko

Kiriko would just pocket you. End of story.

Lmao no I wouldn't do that to you

Her Ofuda is primarily used to heal fresh wounds and usually trauma injuries (Bullets wounds, tears, slices, bruising, etc) not illnesses

When you fall ill, she could care less about getting sick since the fox spirit kinda protects her from trivial stuff like that.

Kiriko cuddles are on the table, she'll curl up with you on the couch and if you'd like she'll give you shoulder rubs (Spoiler: They're fucking amazing)

She would take you to the bathroom and wash and dry your hair while softly humming or singing a light tune

she'd blow dry the hair and massage the scalp to release any pent up stress and the vapor from the hot water would help the illness

Kiriko asks her mom for some soup recipes. A good ol family recipe is good for the soul

She totally has an apron that says "Kiss the Kamori"

She tries to heal with the ofuda to help ease any aching or pain you're in

She hates seeing you so miserable and does what she can to put a smile on your face

Even if that means telling embarrassing stories of Hanzo and Genji that they'd rather you not know about

Or blowing raspberries lmfao she doesn't care if you're sick, she's blowing them on your neck or stomach regardless. It really just ends up into cuddling

Once she quiets down, she'll just pull you into her arms and ask if you're alright.

#overwatch2 #overwatch #overwatch imagine #overwatch x reader #kiriko kamori #kiriko overwatch #kiriko x reader #kiriko #genji shimada #genji x reader #hanzo x reader #hanzo shimada

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jamisonwritestf2trash · 8 months

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Soldier headcannons

Soldier Headcanons!

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I'm going to sob. I had to look up how to spell both words right. How am I supposed to be a writer if I can't write. Anyways, mutual appreciation comment time! Thank you for being mutual and correcting my spelling 😭

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I don't write enough for him, so I'm worried but excited to try!

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I stand by the fact that this man is the typical American dad, but... he's also such a fucking crazy?

Like one day, he'll be grilling steak in an apron that says "Gold bless America" on the tits, six pack half gone, (it's 10 am) telling you the story of how he went out and killed it with his bare hands only about seven minutes ago. Then, the next day, you'll see him eating half a bag of potting soil and rocks for breakfast. Like???? And he's still in good health, so I guess whatever he's doing is working?

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Nearly shit himself when he found the bombpop vodka. Nearly killed himself, mixing it with the bombpop Mt. Dew.

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I don't see enough content with Soldier and Pyro, which is sad because, like, they're both sweet and would totally be friends.

Let's be honest, Soldier would sit and tell Pyro every piece of American history he knows, and Pyro would sit and listen. Dare I say Pyro might even enjoy listening about the history of America.

But I do think that Pyro and Soldiers friendship is different from Engie and Pyros' friendship. Pyro and Soldier are like brothers. Engie and Pyro are like father and child.

I think Engie keeps Soldier in line, too. I think them as a group would be really cute.

(Also, I think him and Scout have a father and son bond. Please it would be so sweet.)

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Speaking of history! He has one of those tables where you can reenact a war with like plastic tanks and mini figures. (I can't for the life of me remember what it's called.) He's memorized every war, every move, every anything. Tell him a specific date, and he can set it up to match what happened that day perfectly.

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While this man does act goofy and al aot playfully criminally insane. I do think he has very real issues. He is super on edge most of the time. He can't deal with sudden loud noise without a warning. He's protective over anyone and everyone. (He would take a bullet for any of his teammates).

I don't know if I'd say he has PTSD but something happened to him, and the whole loud, proud American man! Is a persona, a way to cope and find a distraction from the bad times.

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You'd think for a man who's so pro America he'd be unaware of the world around him, but you'd be wrong. This man loves other countries too, it's just happens to be the U.S., which is his everything.

He knows about the culture and life in other countries because he learned about them after he met Medic, Heavy, Spy, and Demo. He wanted to get to know them and understand their country because he just assumed everyone was as proud of their home as he was, so he wanted to be able to talk about it with them in the same way he talks about America.

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I think he reads Jane Austen and the Brontë sisters books. I can't really explain why? I just get the vibe that he likes them.

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Fourth of July is obviously his favorite holiday. But considering half the base isn't American and the other half isn't too keen on celebrating, he always thinks he's going to have to celebrate alone. But NOPE. You bet your ass the Mercs celebrate with him.

He loves his teammates, and they love him.

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Love marine biology! A huge fan of sharks and whales. Cried when he found out about whale sharks.

"ITS JUST SO BEAUTIFUL! THE BEST OF EVERYHTING!"

His favorite sharks are hammer heads, and his favorite whale is a beluga whale.

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I don't care if he has a set home state in canon. THIS MAN IS FLORIDA CODED!

He's wrestled an alligator and fucking won!

One time, the team took a vacation to Florida. I imagine this happening with him and Scout. Like vividly.

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Okay so that was really fun! I hope you liked this because I was super worried halfway through that they weren't going to be good 😭

I think he's actually a really neat character, I'm glad I got to write for him!

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#tf2 soldier #tf2 #team fortress headcanons #team fortress 2 #tf2 hcs #tf2 hc #tf2 headcanons

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yellowhollyhock · 2 months

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day 16 dance competition

Couldn’t resist making this about 03 Raph

post-canon, uhhh no trigger warnings this time I think. includes my take on 03 versions of various characters from other versions, not super developed here but very relevant.

It felt like the future.

Raph hated saying that, too, because it sounded like some cheesy tag line instead ot the specific type of headache he really wanted to describe.

It was the high ceilings, and being surrounded by machines he didn’t know the purpose of. Not to mention the uncomfortable suit he had to wear.

“I don’t know why we even have to come,” he said to Leo, half-hoping he’d persuade him to turn back. “I mean, Mikey and Donnie have jobs to do.”

“This is about building relationships,” Leo replied, though he didn’t sound thrilled either. “It’s the first time they’ve had potential off-world clients visit, and since most of their staff don’t have any experience with aliens, we need to be there as a buffer.”

“But Mikey’s already been studying all those cultures with Irma and Oyuki. Isn’t he in charge of being the buffer?”

“He studied the cultures so he could help plan music and a menu that wouldn’t start any wars. They’re still going to need our support in case anything goes wrong. Besides, our presence is symbolic. We’re two of only five people on earth who have ever met a Neutrino, even if it was in passing and we didn’t know it at the time.”

Raph knew that, but it was still unfair. Fugitoid was way more familiar with aliens.

“Yeah, well I bet there’s at least one other person,” he muttered darkly.

“Another important reason for is to be here,” Leo said seriously. “Even though April has government approval and protection, if Bishop somehow finds out—”

They both stopped short at the entrance to the meeting room. The outside wall had been let down as a balcony—with a safety net, something Leo had insisted on in the design phase—and the big conference table had been moved out to make room for a few smaller tables. The bright overhead lights were off, soft yellow tones lighting the room instead.

Leo gripped Raph’s arm nervously. “We’re very exposed this way.”

Raph reached over to pat him on the shell—and was interrupted by a screech and someone jumping onto his back.

“You guys are here! Can you believe we’re really doing an alien party? This is like straight out of Star Trek!”

“I really can’t believe it,” Raph assured him, unable to resist a fond smile. “I hope at least the food is better than on Star Trek.”

Mikey released them both, and they turned to face him. Raph frowned.

“Hey, how come you don’t have to wear a suit?”

Mikey was instead wearing a loose-fitting reflective jumpsuit with seams making hexagon patterns. Since it curved around his shell, he kind of looked like disco ball. He twirled happily.

“You like it? It’s the latest Neutrino fashion. Since I’m a cultural liaison April said I could wear their party clothes instead of ours!”

Raph looked at Leo. “Aren’t we cultural liaisons?”

Leo shrugged. “You wanna wear a disco ball?”

The fact that Raph thought about it for a second was a real testament to how uncomfortable their suits were. “No.”

Mikey laughed. “Come on, April and Fugitoid went up to meet them when they land, Donny’s briefing the staff in the break room. We want to all come in together ‘cause it’s more polite im their culture.”

They glanced at each other to confirm they both felt completely out of place, then followed Mikey.

In the break room, they found Irma, an older woman Raph was pretty sure was named Libby, and Timothy dressed in waitstaff uniforms, white aprons and loose black clothes. Casey wore a suit, Oyuki a black dress. Master Splinter wore a brand new blue robe. Donny was dressed like Leo and Raph, and looked about as nervous as them too.

“The Neutrinos are shapeshifters; they’ll explore their environment by shifting to match us, or other objects they find, so be mindful of what you grab. Remember, you’re all here because we trust you. We’ve done the impossible together before. Just be yourselves, and we’ve got your backs.”

Raph glanced sideways at Leo, unsurprised to see a soft smile. It was almost the same speech he’d given Don that morning. They gave each other thumbs up.

“Is it gonna give them a weird idea about earth for so many of the humans to be the waitstaff?” Oyuki pointed out as she glanced over the group.

Donny frowned thoughtfully. Unfortunately, Raph wasn’t quick enough to recognize an opportunity to change outfits. Leonardo was.

“I can be waitstaff. Timothy, trade me.”

Raph bit back a swear as he realized the opportunity he’d lost. Not only that, he was now the only ninja turtle present without a job.

Meanwhile, Timothy stood at attention, eyes wide. “It’s an honor, Leonardo Ninja Turtle!”

Leo tilted his head. “My last name is Splinterson. Do you know where the bathroom is?”

Timothy gave a very serious nod, and briskly led the way. Leo gave his brothers a backwards bewildered glance before following.

Casey clapped his hands. “Alright so, I guess we’re just waiting on word from the boss. Hope the landing’s going okay.”

“I hope after I spent this much time on my hair there at least some cute aliens my age,” Irma drawled, earning a few chuckles.

Master Splinter gave Raph a very serious look, putting a paw on his elbow. Raph leaned down a bit.

“Yeah, Sensei?”

“You seem particularly nervous, my son.”

“What, me? Nah. Just don’t like dressing up. And it’s kinda pointless, you know? I mean, I’m not exactly your average earth representative, and I don’t know about technology or alien culture. Not really a reason for me to be here.”

He crossed his arms protectively over his chest, realizing that while he had intended to dismiss Sensei’s concerns, he had instead confirmed how nervous he felt.

“I believe you know more about life from outer space and accepting those different from you than most people,” Master Splinter reassured him, “But regardless, you are here to support April and Donatello. They value your presence immensely, my son, and need your support.”

“Yeah. I know.”

He did know, but it was nice anyway, hearing it from someone else.

April and Donny just better be grateful he dressed in the worst kind of human clothes for a whole evening.

“Got her text,” Casey announced, just as Timothy and Leo reappeared. “Let’s go.”

So Raph tried to put his discomfort and insecurities out of his mind, and went to the weird business meeting party.

He gave polite nods and kept his distance. He would have liked to talk to Casey or Don, but both of them were occupied discussing recent work projects with interested aliens.

He looked around for Leo, wondering what there was to eat. He didn’t really want to ask Irma.

He spotted Leo across the room, holding a plate of appetizers and trying to explain food he didn’t understand himself to a bewildered alien.

He backed into something, and heard a surprised trill. Startled, he turned around to find a—uh, creature, with six insect-like limbs and a beak like a bird.

“Oh, uh, sorry.”

The Neutrino made a strange garbled sound. Raph took a half-step back, trying to decide if the tone seemed upset.

“You got a universal translator? I don’t have a universal translator. Were we supposed to get one?”

They dropped—or, looked more like, threw—a bright orange handkerchief at Raph’s feet.

He hesitated, thinking of what Don said about being careful what he picked up. Was that their friend? Had he hurt them when he bumped into them?

Keeping an eye on the insect-bird, he stooped to pick up the handkerchief. They leaned forward expectantly, so he went through with it and carefully handed it back.

Then they whirled and morphed into a turtle, matching Raph exactly, other than the orange handkerchief they held up.

Mikey appeared, beaming and clapping Raph on the back.

“She challenged you to a dance competition!”

“Say what.”

“Yeah yeah, it’s a big thing in their culture! We didn’t expect it to happen here because it’s usually for royalty. Hang on—hey Donny! Could you say into the translator that we need three judges for a dance competition?”

And that was how Raph found himself dancing with his clone, with Libby, Fugitoid, and a Neutrino who’d adopted a mostly human appearance, sat to judge. It wasn’t any kind of music he was familiar with, either.

It was shaping up to be one of the weirdest nights of his life, and that was saying something.

Oh, well, might as well make the most of it.

“Hey, don’t worry, I’ll take it easy on you since it’s your first time being a turtle.”

They matched him step for step.

“Alright, you get some pretty good footwork, but can you breakdance?”

They could breakdance.

“Here on earth we like to call this a moonwalk. You ever walked on the moon?”

Their moonwalk looked quite a bit different from his, and involved inflating their feet to make themselves float a little.

He talked less as the music picked up speed. There was no one else in the room; all he had to do was stay moving for longer than her.

When she was still doing spins and he was down to fist pumps, he fell to his knees in surrender. The music slowed to a stop.

“So what happens,” he panted, “If I lose?”

His clone knelt in front of him, then morphed into a humanoid figure to match her friend.

“Wow, you were great!”

He gaped. “You speak English?”

“We pick up languages pretty quickly,” her friend chirped happily. “You have to as a shapeshifter.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Raph acknowledged while his dance partner helped him to his feet.

The scores came in at a dead tie, mostly because Zak, the Neutrino judge, rated Raph so highly. Everyone was in good spirits, and by now all the Neutrinos appeared humanoid. A group of more official-looking ones were telling April they believed her technology would prove life-changing for their home planet. The dancer, Kala, said her and Zak would have to bring her friend Dask on their next visit, and that the three of them may even want to apply for a job here.

Raph listened to all of this with a detached satisfaction; maybe it was good he’d been here tonight, after all.

Donny leaned against him, a quiet show of gratitude.

“It’s been a weird night,” he said.

“Beyond weird,” Raph replied. “You owe me.”

Don gave him a crooked smile. “That’s fair. Want a laser gun?”

Raph shook his head. Don raised his eyebrows.

“What about a new bike?”

Raph motioned him closer so he could tell him quietly.

“Next time, no suit.”

Donny laughed out loud.

“You got it. And I’ll still throw in a new bike, just cause I like you.”

#tmnt #tmnt 2003 #2003 raph #march for raph #2003 donnie #2003 leo #2003 mikey #yellow writes #this got out of hand #i have created so many things for myself to explain #i think this took the longest to write of any promot so far and makes the least sense

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sullustangin · 3 months

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Fluffy February Day 6: Fire

SWTOR

Rating: PG, max, just Theron being a tiny bit mean to Koth and Lana (they're all friends here)

Pairing: Theron Shan/Eva Corolastor; Lana Beniko/Koth Vortena

Time: 3617 BBY/36 ATC

For someone who liked rain a lot, some of Eva’s best memories centered around fires. Not the ones that were on the ship. The ones that were in gatherings and celebrations.

The one on Ord Mantell where they burned her bed after getting her ship (and Torchy) back from Skavak, freeing Bowie, and capturing the Crown of Dubrillion for Risha.

The one on Makeb, when they’d figured out the game and put a bet on Imperial greed and had a great party with the Ash Angel’s crew and two rival engineering corps.

The ones on Yavin 4, during the Galactic New Year Party and the last party – not as unregulated or as reckless as the others, but there were good memories as fireworks went off over the heads of Eva and Theron, drinks poured down gullets, and the buzz resulted in wonderfully sloppy kisses and unrestrained affection.

The one on Odessen, when the war itself was over and Eva was free and yet not. They were alive and alone and the warmth of the fire was only matched by Theron’s body heat.

The one again on Odessen when the gilded cage was shattered and Eva flew free of the hated title ‘Commander’ and ‘Voidhound,’ burning every vestige of those personages (but not the red silk robe Theron had given her).

…how could teaching two kids to roast marshmallows over a fire without killing themselves compare?

But it did.

“Now, you just leave that right alone til it gets nice and melty – little black is fine, but you’re aimin’ for an even cook.” Corso, along with shooting lessons, was a fine instructor in the art. Solemnly, Argo nodded and carefully rotated the stitck.

“Carmelization of the sugar,” Bowdaar clarified, as one clawed hand reached out to adjust the littlest Little Girl’s angle, so it wasn’t dipping down so far into the blue-hot core of the fire. “I think it’s done –”

And without warning, Dyo swung the incandescently hot ball of sugar right at Guss.

Fortunately, Guss had prepared for this. Sure, Risha had made a snide remark at the potholders, welding mask, and weaponsmithing apron he’d borrowed from Akaavi. She’d been shut up by the comment, “Oh, so you’re volunteering to help the feisty one put the marshmallow on the cracker?��

Guss clapped the sandwich, with a few chunks of chocolate, together, then extended the finished treat to Bowdaar, who delicately held it between two claws, high over his head.

That didn’t stop Dyo from trying to climb Bowie to get at it, but it certainly slowed her down from burning her mouth off.

Argo, as usual, was a little more placid than his sister. He carefully turned his stick toward Akaavi, who was brave enough to make his s’more for him. She easily put it on the flat side of a canteen to cool off.

Eva felt Theron’s arms tighten around her as they sat and watched in the cold autumn night on Odessen. All Souls was approaching, and Eva would have to make her rounds for her parents…

And it had been fifteen years since Eva’s release from carbonite. Tonight was cold, but Eva’s world – her life was so wonderfully warm. Not least because of the living radiator that was Theron Shan – his heart and his love that kept it all going.

And the crew and their love, which also transcended five years lost.

Just then, Risha nudged Eva’s free side with a thermos. “Hot apple cider, grown-up version.” Translation: shot of vanilla vodka included.

She crouched down between Argo and Dyo and carefully measured out equal little cupfuls in the metal camping cups. “Kid edition: just warm enough not to burn your mouth on this.”

“Thank you, Aunt Risha,” piped up Dyo, and Eva could see Risha visibly melt at the sound of that little voice. Especially when Dyo leaned into her auntie.

“Got more firewood.” Koth and Lana emerged from the general direction of the base’s woodpile. Camping grounds had long been demarcated for rec time, almost immediately upon arrival of the camping supplies fifteen years before as well.

Theron used his free arm to check his chrono. “That wasn’t long – pretty efficient, Koth.”

That had been long for just collecting firewood but given that Lana was around –

“Hey.” That was all Koth said to Theron in front of the kids, and Lana wore an appropriate shade of pink on her cheeks, not just from the cold.

Eva loved fires. Outside of her ship.

#fluffy february #swtor fan fiction #theron shan #theron shan x smuggler #oc: eva corolastor #lana beniko #koth vortena #lana beniko/koth vortena #smuggler crew #oc: argento shan #oc: dyominia shan

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mooodyblue · 1 year

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Okay, but imagine: Christmas with little E. Making cookies with him. Him getting excited about Santa. It'd be so sweet!

it took everything in me to not post this early! thank you for the request, i hope you enjoy! merry christmas everyone <3

white christmas | little!elvis x cg!reader

warnings: age regression, little space

wc: 1.3k

masterlist | request | taglist

elvis loved christmas. decorating all of graceland, setting up the christmas tree, he loved all of it. most importantly, he loved that he got to spend it with you. being able to spend christmas with you meant he could be himself, not having to hold back his excitement or love for the holiday. you and elvis were spending christmas alone this year, per his request. your family didn't mind and neither did his, of course they didn't really have a choice in that matter.

it was christmas eve and there was still so much to do. elvis was sitting by the tree with his stuffed polar bear with a tiny santa hat on top, talking to it about how excited he was for santa and the christmas movies he'd be watching later with you. you were in another room finishing up with christmas presents and wrapping up his gifts before he could barge in. shopping for little elvis wasn't as difficult as shopping for elvis when he was big, but having to fight parents for the last 100 pack of crayons was not something you'd think you'd be doing specifically for elvis. you loved him though and you'd do anything for him.

you finished wrapping the last gift, hiding it away to put under the tree overnight. you went off to find elvis, smiling at him talking over with his plushie. "what are you two talking about?"

"christmas!" he replied, excited.

you squatted next to him, looking up at the tree and back at him. "yeah? you ready to see santa? i bet he knows how good of a boy you've been this year."

elvis nodded, the corners of his lips perking up. "i've been a very good boy! maybe the goodest boy in the whole world!"

you could swear you felt your heart melt at his response. you wanted to just pinch his cheeks and smother him with kisses right then and there, but that'll be for later. "and you know what? you've been such a good boy this year.....how about you help me make santa's cookies this year? how does that sound?"

he let out a excited gasp, bouncing up and down. "oh mommy! can i? do i get to decorate 'em too?"

"of course! why don't you let your friend relax for a little while we go bake? you can give him one later."

elvis hopped up and set his plushie on the couch, tucking it under a blanket since it was a little cold out. you went into the kitchen to get all your supplies out, preheating the oven before you could forget. you made sure to wear a apron too since you had a feeling elvis would get things messy. he picked one too, opting with a matching christmas apron that you helped him tie in the back. baking was not elvis's strong suit usually but while little, he loved baking with you. you assisted him with the measuring and allowed him to mix it all up. he almost tipped the bowl over a few times but that's okay.

as you rolled out the dough, elvis was digging around for the cookie cutters. "don't forget the christmas tree cutter, we almost missed that one last year." you reminded him, pushing the rolling pin back and forth.

he placed them carefully on the counter and watched you in awe as you rolled out the dough. "do you want to cut them out? be careful though, they're sharp." you set the rolling pin aside and got the pan ready as elvis began to carefully cut out the cookies. "'m gonna make this tree pink! 'n then this one's gonna be green with sprinkles, this one's gonna be white with pink sprinkles....."

he helped you place the cut out cookies on the baking sheet, taking a seat in front of the oven once you put them in to watch the cookies bake and rise. you were off mixing the frosting and setting out the decorations, mentally preparing yourself for the mess to come. last time the two of you baked cookies together, you spent an hour sweeping up sprinkles from the floor.

the timer you set went off causing elvis to jump up excitingly. "mommy! they're done!"

you took them out of the oven and left them to cool. elvis was being impatient, wanting to decorate them right away. another thing that happens when baking with him. "you don't want the icing to melt do you?" you say, every time. once they cooled down, elvis went crazy with the decorating. he definitely decorated more cookies than you and he did unfortunately leave you with a big mess to clean but you were happy to see him happy. he was allowed one cookie for himself and one cookie for his plushie friend, which he eventually ate himself.

elvis helped you clean up this time, mostly because the faster you cleaned then the faster you could both cuddle up and watch christmas movies together. he ended up falling asleep on your shoulder with a sippy cup in one hand and his other holding your own hand. you squeezed his hand gently, attempting to wake him up. "baby? youre fallin' asleep. let's get you ready for bed."

he let out a small whine, not wanting to get up. "wanna watch the movie."

you chuckled softly. "can't watch it with your eyes closed."

"mmhm, yes i can."

"well, if you don't go to sleep then santa may skip graceland this year....."

that was what got elvis up. he worked so hard to be a good boy this year so he would hate for santa to skip over and not bring him presents! that just wouldn't be fair. you turned off the movie and went upstairs with him, helping him change into a pair of christmas footie pajamas that he hated taking off. you tucked him in and kissed him good night before heading off to bed yourself, but not before leaving out cookies for santa.

elvis awoke the next morning, eagerly jumping out of bed to wake you up. "mommy! you gotta get up! santa came!" he exclaimed, tugging at your blanket.

you wiped the sleep from your eyes and turned to look over at elvis. "okay, okay. gimme a minute." you laughed softly. elvis ran down the stairs to go look at all the many presents santa left for him. you got up and slipped a robe on before heading downstairs to elvis who had just come back from the kitchen. "santa ate his cookies too!" he said, excited. "can we open gifts now? please?"

you nodded at took a seat on the floor with him, gesturing your hand to the pile of gifts under the tree. "go ahead."

elvis when he's big on christmas versus when he's little wasn't all that different. when he was big, he'd still be excited and in the spirit of christmas, going overboard with buying everyone gifts and decorating every corner of the house. christmas morning he'd still wake up early for gifts followed with a big christmas breakfast. the look of adoration on his face when he opened his gift from you was something you'd never get tired of. but when he was little, he wasn't the same elvis presley everybody knew and loved. he was always talking about santa, what plushies and toys he'd be getting for christmas, baking cookies and eyes full of innocence and awe when looking at the pretty lights outside of graceland. you loved both sides of him.

you couldn't help but smile the whole time watching him open all his gifts. it was a rare moment seeing him so incredibly happy and at peace, like he wasn't the most famous man to ever walk on earth. as if he had nothing to worry about, no contracts to fullfil, no shows to play. just little elvis and his big christmas heart. you wouldn't have it any other way.

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THE SELFIE THAT SHOOK THE WORLD ( version of events from a silly girl who just re-read haikyuu & is still waiting for season 5)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

DAICHI: *rushes into the kitchen* 😳 Suga, look at this —

SUGA: *takes apron off & looks at the phone screen with bewilderment* 🤭 I’m- I’m kind of jealous of Shoyo —

DAICHI: 👁👄👁 excuse me?

SUGA: 👁👄👁 … I’ll go call Kageyama … 🏃🏻‍♂️💨

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

KAGEYAMA: 😡🤯🤔😡😤 *stares at phone enraged , feels so confused and jealous he tattle tales to ushijima*

USHIJIMA: *blinks a few times* I would have thought Oikawa had better taste? What does he see in Shoyo?”

ROMERO: *enters the room* it’s probably his hair 🤠🍁

HOSHIUMI & USHIJIMA: 🧍🏻‍♂️🧍🏻‍♂️HAIR?!?

ROMERO: yeah, kid’s got nice hair 🤌🏼🤗

KAGEYAMA: *zooms into photo* it’s his hair, his smile, his neck, his thighs 🥵😫❤️‍🔥

USHIJIMA: where’s brazil and how far is it from here? 😡

KAGEYAMA: *answer’s call* where is brazil?

*moments later after suga-san has elaborated on where brazil is only to be interrupted *

SUGA: NO KAGEYAMA THE EARTH IS NOT FLAT 😩

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

*Ryu was picking NOYA up from the airport when the selfie was posted*

TANAKA: Oh My God! Shoyo Hinata! Man, you're looking good! You ever see a guy this handsome walking the streets? He’s gonna get arrested because he's killing all the ladies ... and men. Look at that. Pow, pow, pow, pow. 😎

NOYA: Shoyo’s such a slut, I love him for that. 😛💕

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Meanwhile at Onigiri Miya in which Atsumu, Suna, Bokuto, and Akaashi have all bumped into each other.

BOKUTO: *double taps the selfie thinking shoyo looks so happy* Akaashi, look 🥰🤳

AKAASHI: *raises a brow* I didn’t know they were really good friends. 👀

BOKUTO: Shoyo is good friends with everyone. 🤗

ATSUMU: *foaming at the mouth* is he now? 😒

SUNA: *glancing at Atsumu’s phone screen* why are you trying to report the photo? 😒

ATSUMU: it’s really pissing me off! 😩😡

OSAMU: *slides an extra onigiri 🍙 to Atsumu* I bet Oikawa’s a bottom. 😌

ATSUMU: *cries* Does that mean Shoyo topped him?

😩 😭🧎‍♂️

OSAMU: *laughs* Shoyo, a top? 😂

BOKUTO: Obviously they topped and bottomed. 🤠

ATSUMU: what? 🤠

BOKUTO: they’re ✨versatile✨ 😊 *turns to Akaashi to ask if he used that word correctly.

AKAASHI: *proudly nods* Yes Bokuto, you used it right. 😌

SUNA: Top, bottom, I just knew they were hella gay. 🙄

ATSUMU: Shut up Rin, so are you 🙄

SUNA: No I’m not. 😏

*Akaashi.exe stops working, coughing up a storm as Bokuto held his look of disbelief. He hands Akaashi his glass of water, the two staring at each other. Atsumu glances over at a bothered looking Osamu who starts chopping some green onions, very intensely.*

OSAMU: why wouldn’t you be???! 🔪😡😰💔😡🔪

ATSUMU: *matches wide eye glances with Bo & Akaashi as he calls his mom-* 😰

*In the midst of all of this, the Aoba Josai group chat was blowing up. *

Everyone: Iwa? Iwa? A-Are you okay? 😰

Iwaizumi: *sends location* 📍

Everyone: *gasps* 👁👄👁

…. *Iwaizumi Hajime (27) athletic trainer has departed Japan and is on his way to Brazil.* ✈️

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Forced To Believe Chapter 40- If Only You Knew

Chapter Summary: Rosa continues to be a thorn in Morgan's side. Morgan continues to warn Roman to stay focused. The Shield get hyped for the Royal Rumble.

Words: 2,000+

----- 'Next Week On Raw Backstage'

Jon and Melanie were getting ready for the show. He was shirtless and taping up his wrists while Melanie was staring at his muscles and chest.

"Done staring at me, yet?" he teased.

Caught off guard that he noticed her staring, she averted her eyes. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I wasn't staring at you."

"Really?"

"Aren't you supposed to be wearing your vest?"

"Why? Can't handle it?" He asked while she reluctantly stopped looking at him.

He put on his vest and dumped water over his head. She sighed and looked at his muscles again. She really wanted to jump his bones.

"You may wanna wipe your mouth. I see drool." he teased

"Forget you. I can handle it. You're gonna have to try a bit harder if you want to win this bet. Looks like I'm going to have to make Moxley come out soon."

He whispered in her ear. "Trust me, you don't want to see Moxley. I mean, unless you don't want to walk for a week. I'm going easy on you for now. Next time, I won't be so nice."

"That's a bluff! I know it!" Melanie exclaimed as he laughed and walked away.

'In The Ring'

'Sierra'

'Hotel'

'India'

'Echo'

'Lima'

'Delta'

'Shield'

The Shield walk through the crowd. Morgan wore her Shield hat this time and when they jumped over the barricade, Dean gave her his sweatjacket to wear. They get in the ring to take on CM Punk and The New Age Outlaws in a rematch.

Roman smirked at Punk. "How you feel?"

"Roman got The Shield back on the same page and they have been flawless, this past Friday on Smackdown." Cole said while Morgan stood by at ringside.

"Ambrose, Rollins and Morgan couldn't defeat CM Punk but all by himself, Roman Reigns did." King said.

While the match progresses, Punk begins to take on The Shield but gets pulled onto the middle rope by Seth. Roman gets tagged in and a fan girl screams loudly for him, as Morgan chuckles out of amusement. Punk lays on the bottom rope while Roman runs and dropkicks him on the head.

"Oh!" Morgan and the crowd exclaim.

"The highly athletic powerhouse of The Shield." Cole said.

"That was awesome! Freakin' awesome! That was sick!" She high fived Roman while he grinned and slid back in the ring.

"He's been called the punisher of the group," Cole informed and Roman pinned him for a 2 count.

While The Shield continued to take control of Punk, Morgan could see that Roman's dropkick took a lot out of Punk since he was still holding his head.

"Don't forget about that eye," Seth said on the apron while Dean stepped on Punk's stomach. "Don't forget about that eye, Ambrose."

The crowd tries to motivate Punk but Dean prevents him from tagging his partners and throws him out of the ring. Ambrose gets out of the ring and taunts him.

"Please don't get reckless, this time." The Outspoken Diva warned.

"Don't do anything stupid. We got him right where we want him." Seth added.

Dean tries to throw Punk to the steel steps but Punk reverses it and Dean gets hit instead. Punk rolls inside the ring while the ref begins to count. Roman picks Dean up and throws him back in the ring as he tags in Seth. Punk manages to dodge Seth's attack off the top rope and hits him with a one leg clothesline. Punk tries to crawl to his partners but Roman gets tagged back in and drags him back to his corner. He walks up to the New Age Outlaws and mocks them by doing the DX taunt.

But when Roman turns around, Punk roundhouse kicks him. The New Age Outlaws try to hype up the crowd while Punk crawls over to them. He gets up and jumps for a tag but they jump off the apron.

"What?" She exclaimed while Punk looked on in shock and the crowd 'Ohs'

"Wait a-what is this?" King asked. "Guys, what are we seeing here?"

Punk stands up and turns around to look at Seth, Dean, and Roman surrounding him around the ring. Morgan was a little taken aback that the New Age Outlaws would betray Punk.

"Punk is alone," Cole said.

Punk hits Seth off the apron and hits Roman with a neckbreaker. He hits Dean off the apron and Seth runs back into the ring, only to be thrown out of the ring, near the announce table. Punk turns around, only to be speared by Reigns and pinned.

"And a spear by Reigns! The numbers game." Cole looked on

"1!"

"2!"

"3!"

"Here are your winners, The Shield!" Lilian announced as they all got in the ring.

"Let's go!" Roman yelled and motioned Seth and Dean for the triple powerbomb.

"Uh oh," King said. "That's enough, you've done enough damage."

Roman roars while Punk struggles to get out of Dean and Seth's hold. Morgan motions them to stop what they are doing and they hold Punk down on his knees for her.

"Stop struggling, it'll only make things worse. Take it like a man." She said and kneed him in the face.

"That did not look pretty at all!" Cole exclaimed.

"Ouch," King cringed.

The Shield pick him up and does the triple powerbomb on Punk.

"Punk's been decimated."

Morgan tweets 'Yep...Once a DX member, always a DX member. Looks like the #KingOfCrap wants to get #Punked by CMPunk'

'Smackdown'

"Please welcome my guests, Dean Ambrose, Seth Rollins, Morgan Lopez, and Roman Reigns, The Shield." Renee said. Morgan, Seth, Roman and Dean stand before Renee and Morgan greeted her with a smile. "Now for the male members of The Shield, it's every man for themselves at the Royal Rumble and as Vickie said, brother versus brother, with the three of you being entered in the Royal Rumble match, I just wanted to know if you guys have devised a plan to remain a unit."

"The Shield is a finely crafted machine that does not break down, the real question, is how are the 27 other superstars in the Royal Rumble going to compete against the most dominant force in WWE," Dean said. "Trust me darlin', we're all on the same page."

"Are you all on the same page, Dean? I mean if it came down to it and you had to throw Seth Rollins over the top rope, to win the Royal Rumble." Renee began while Seth chuckled, Dean put his hand over his heart, and Morgan & Roman looked on with interest. "To go on and headline WrestleMania, for the WWE World Heavyweight championship, would you do it?"

"Do I not look like a trustworthy person to you? These are my best friends, I can never bring myself to do something like that, absolutely not. Never, I could-"

"Well." Seth interrupted. "Dean, that's very kind of you but let's be real here, you couldn't throw me over the top rope if your life depended on it."

Roman and Morgan look at Dean with amused looks while the crowd 'Ohs'.

"Wow..." Morgan murmured.

"I would toss you over in a second if it meant that I got a shot at the main event at WrestleMania," Seth added.

"Okay, first of all, I was kidding, of course, I would throw you over the top rope," Dean stated. "And second of all, you would go sailing kid! Sailing over the top rope! Work on your landing, all right?" He exclaimed while Morgan face palmed.

Roman stepped in front of him. "We're talking about headlining WrestleMania here, boys. I'd throw you both over the top rope in an instant. Regardless, one of us is gonna win the Royal Rumble, we'll still be united and we'll still be The Shield." Roman put his fist out while Seth, Morgan and Dean put their fists out too.

The Shield left, while Morgan decided to stay.

"Morgan, what are your thoughts about the Royal Rumble?" Renee asked.

The Outspoken Diva replied with a simple smirk, shaking her head. She walked away, leaving Renee in wonder.

"I wonder what's going through Morgan's head." Cole pondered.

'Later'

"Hi~ Morgan!" Rosa grinned, standing backstage with her while Morgan rolled her eyes. "Oh don't be like that. I came to talk to you. I got some good news. I'm untouchable now."

Morgan narrows her eyes. "How so?"

"Didn't you know Roman and I are dating?"

Morgan felt the urge to laugh and refrained as she saw right through the lie. "No, I wasn't aware. Are you trying to taunt me? It's not working..."

"Don't lie. You're angry...I can see it in your eyes. You hate the fact that I'm with him, don't you?"

"I am mad because you're trying to do mind games. I should mop your face with the floor right now," she replied and got in her face. "I won't say it again. Leave my team alone."

"Don't you mean, leave Roman alone?"

"Don't try to change the subject."

"I'm not. It's all about Roman, isn't it?"

"Just leave him alone. Don't get inside his head and don't distract him."

"Are you jealous?"

"What? Don't make me hit you. You're talking nonsense."

"I don't think so. And if you hit me, Romeo isn't going to like that very much."

"Romeo? Really? You're full of it."

"At least he lets me call him that. And he likes it." she grinned and strutted away

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'Next Week, Raw'

Morgan tweets 'Can't wait to see him in action at the Rumble. #BatistasBack'

Morgan also tweets 'You do not know how much I want to get back in the ring right now. #MyTimeIsComing #StandOut'

Morgan was at ringside while The Shield was in the ring with Cody, Goldust and Big E in 6 man tag team action. Big E's team begins to take control of Seth. When Cody kicks Seth in the gut while he is leaning on the ropes, he goes for the disaster kick but he rolls out of the ring.

"Enough of that!" Seth yelled and held his stomach while walking over to The Shield's corner.

"You okay?" Morgan asked, walking over to him but Seth quickly pushed her away when Cody got on the top rope and jumped on him so she wouldn't get hit.

"And there's Cody Rhodes taking out Seth Rollins!" Cole exclaimed.

Roman and Dean jump off the apron and come to Seth's aid while Cody quickly slides back into the ring. Big E and Goldust stand next to him to face off with the two members.

Later on in the match, after The Shield began to take control of Cody, Dean and Big E got tagged in. Big E clotheslines Roman out of the ring after he hits Dean with a belly to belly suplex. Dean gets up but gets knocked back down.

"What a collision. I love it!" JBL said.

Big E picks Dean up for the Big Ending but Seth pulls him off and gets thrown out of the ring. Goldust keeps him down by jumping off the apron. Meanwhile, Dean goes on the top rope and jumps off, only to be caught and hit with a throw. Big E runs to the ropes and gives Dean a big splash and pins him.

"Kick out!" Morgan exclaimed and luckily Roman broke it up.

Cody slides into the ring and goes for the disaster kick but gets dropped by a Superman punch. Goldust gets in the ring and hits Roman in the face.

He runs to the ropes but gets speared.

"Spear!" Cole exclaimed.

"That'll knock your make up off," JBL said.

When Roman turns around, he gets clotheslined by Big E while Dean recovers. Big E runs to the ropes but Dean knees him in the stomach and rolls over to tag in Seth. Seth drops him with the blackout.

"Yeah!" Morgan cheered.

"I think he has him!" JBL said.

"1!"

"2!"

"3!"

"The winners of this match, The Shield," Justin announced while they celebrated.

Roman stared down Big E, still annoyed with the clothesline he received. The Shield get over the barricade while Morgan, Dean, Roman and Seth put their arms around each other.

"Best team on planet Earth! No one can touch us! No one can touch us!" Seth shouted.

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'Smackdown'

The Shield were shown on the titantron, in their hideout.

"In two days, 27 other superstars will enter the Royal Rumble with hopes and dreams and aspirations of headlining WrestleMania." Dean said. "And there is that notion that anything can happen in the WWE, where dreams can come true. But this year, it's not like that because this year, The Shield is in the Royal Rumble son, and these dogs are hungry!"

"And all time, and all of history, the Royal Rumble match has never seen anything like The Shield. We are gonna dominate every single second we are in that match. Any superstar, who steps through those ropes, lends themselves a casualty." Seth added.

"And after that, the big dog here is gonna win the Royal Rumble match," Roman said while Morgan and Seth glanced at him and then glanced at each other. "And I'm gonna go on and I'm gonna headline WrestleMania, believe that and believe in The Shield." He pushed the camera away.

Morgan tweets 'Really can't wait to get back in the ring. Sunday can't get here fast enough. #WrestleToYourHeartsContent'

'WWE Exclusive Video'

Backstage, Rosa was confronting Morgan. "I hope you don't think you're going to win the diva battle royal. You're going to lose, and I'll be the one to eliminate you."

Morgan laughed. "I'm sorry but I cannot take you seriously. All you do is dance around, shaking your hips. Show a little bit more toughness in the ring and then we'll talk when I actually feel like you're competition."

"Excuse me?"

"You annoy the heck out of me and the next time you get in my face, I'm going to rip that blond hair off your head. You're no threat to me at all."

She started walking but then Rosa grabbed her by the hair and threw her to a locker nearby. Morgan held her head and slid down but then a box fell on her head.

"Ow..." She winced in pain and rubbed her head

"I guess you can't do the battle royal with a little concussion." She smirked but then saw The Shield rushing over to them. Rosa quickly changed her facial expression and looked concerned. "Oh my gosh, Morgan, are you okay?"

"What the hell happened!?" Dean rushed over to Morgan and kneeled at her. "Baby, you okay?"

"We were just talking and she knocked into that locker," Rosa explained. "I feel so bad, it all happened so fast."

'Later, In The Trainers Room'

Morgan was lying on the examination table. "Stupid Rosa..." She retorted. The door opened and Roman walked in. "Hey! About time you visited me."

"Seth and Dean already visited?"

"Yep."

"Damn. I'm sorry." he walked over to her while she sat up.

"You're here now, that's all that matters. Thank you."

"Anything for an Outspoken Diva like you. So what happened?" He ran his fingers through her hair.

"You wouldn't believe me, since you're too attracted to Rosa." She said her name with disgust while Roman removed his fingers from her hair.

"I'm not attracted to her..."

"Sure..."

"I like someone else."

"Oh really? Who's smitten the beast?" She grinned. He looked at her for a few moments and looked away, continuing to be silent. "Ah ha! So, it is Rosa. Good grief, Roman, why?"

"Why not?" Roman countered, trying to keep his emotions towards her in check.

Morgan was slightly taken aback by his comment but shrugged. "I told you to be careful..."

"I am."

"If you say so. I just don't want you to..." She sighed and held her head, feeling more pain.

"What happened between you two?"

"She threw me to a locker and something fell on my head." She mentioned and Roman sighed.

"I'll talk to her."

"Talk? No need. We need action! Let me kick her ass!"

"Morgan, that's not necessary."

"Why are you defending her?"

"She's not important right now, you are."

"Thanks," she replied and sniffed. "Are you using Pantene?" She touched his hair.

Roman chuckled. "I think you hit your head too hard. Rest up,"

"Possibly..." She laid back down to take a nap.

He smiled down at her and brushed some hair from her face, glancing at her lips. He tore his eyes from them and kissed her forehead instead.

"If only you knew..." He whispered and left the room.

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