#they’re so freaking precious

[hinakyuu]

im having a fucking… tantrum over how big sasha is. like. he’s just so fucking broad and solid and sturdy. his shoulders and his thick arms and chest. just. god. a guy with so much to grab onto hnndndnnf

#literally pounding my fist on my bed #idk if i’m making any goddamn sense #he’s so much more than his body okaaay like we’ve established that he’s adorable and speaks in tiny and is so calm and precious #but i just need a moment to fucking. i don’t know. i need to freak out over this and then be free #guys that are super ripped or whatever. good for them and they’re great. i just really like when someone has y’know. #like a healthy layer of fat over muscle. he’s just a big strong boy with so much. like there’s so much of him #do i sound crazy? yeah i probably do i’m sorry #not explaining this well at all but all you need to know is that i love it i love him he drives me inSANE #me.txt

[camera-wtchr-p]

Mwah!!!

Birfday kiss!!

#camera wtchr p #p in the wild #professor bab #the birthday #ooc: #the first of some romance I’ll perhaps showcase on this blog hehe #look at them they’re so freaking precious I love you babs 💖💖💖💖💖

[steddiecameraroll]

ao3 - "Destined to be surrounded by a bunch of geeks"

“I’ll tell you the same thing I told Robin. Funko pops are the modern day beanie babies.” Steve shrugs as if he didn’t just compare Eddie’s precious collection to tiny stuffed useless animals from the 90’s.

“How dare you,” Eddie glares at Steve through the corner of his eye, as he gently slides his newest conquest carefully onto his bookshelf.

“Think about it. They’ve been saying they’re going to be worth something in the future. Just like they said about beanie babies. You’re keeping them in their boxes. For what? Resale value?” Steve puts his hand on his hip like the cocky bastard he is.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Eddie tries to ignore Steve’s logic. The perfectly reasonable logic.

“You should take one of them out of the box at least. What about this one?” Steve taps the top of Eddie’s Aragorn.

“No,” he replies quickly.

“What about this one? It looks like Mike.”

Steve’s pointing to Frodo. Frodo. Freaking Frodo Baggins. Steve thinks Eddie should take his Frodo out of the box.

Mike?

“Wheeler?”

“Yeah, look at him.” He pulls the box from the shelf and holds it up in front of his face. “Hi Eddie. I’m an ungrateful asshole who stalks around constantly frowning.”

Eddie stares in amused wonder at Steve’s high squeaky imitation of their shared child. How does he have such a violent crush on this goofball?

Steve peeks around the box with a tiny smile, gauging Eddie’s reaction.

“How did I ever think you were cool?” He snatches the box from Steve’s hands and slides it back into its spot on the shelf.

“I’m cool,” he attempts suave and casual by leaning back against Eddie’s desk.

Eddie avoids running his eyes down Steve’s now raised chest, and keeps his gaze focused on the man’s smug face.

“You’re as much of a dork as the rest of us. Can’t deny it now, Harrington. I’ve seen too many dorky handshakes and heard you accurately reference Star Wars. One of us, one of us,” he jokingly chants.

Steve rolls his eyes and crosses his arms in a sigh. “No chance for escape now. I guess I’m stuck with you-you all, all of you.”

Eddie furrows his eyebrows with a cock of his head. Was that a flub? A misstep? A fumble or Freudian slip?

Hmmm.

“Yeah, you are.” Eddie takes a couple slow steps forward closing in on Steve’s space.

Steve doesn’t move, keeps his arms crossed and his eyes on Eddie’s stalking form.

“You’re fated, big boy. Destined to be surrounded by a bunch of geeks. One or two hot ones,” he playfully tosses his hair over his shoulder. “But a bunch of geeks nonetheless. So that makes you a geek by proximity.”

“I’ll be the second hot one,” Steve bites back a smile and ducks his chin down a little.

“Put us together and we’d be unstoppable.”

Eddie doesn’t know what he’s saying. He’s been flirting with Steve from day one and can’t stop himself now. Steve sets him up constantly and it’s not Eddie’s fault that he always takes the bait. So sue him if he leans into the game they’re always playing.

“There’s a thought,” Steve murmurs.

Eddie’s ears are immediately red because that is a thought. A thought Eddie has had a lot. A thought Eddie had this morning in fact.

“Us teaming up?” Eddie takes the last couple of steps to Steve’s position, sidling up to his right and brushing their shoulders together.

“Something like that,” Steve nudges Eddie with a secret kind of implication.

He can’t mean the same thing Eddie means, right? No. He’s saying something else.

“We’re already coparenting the gaggle of assholes. Us teaming up seems like an easy transition,” Eddie muses.

Teaming up, getting together, making out, fucking like rabbits. Whatever Steve wanted.

Steve doesn’t respond right away and the silence feels like a weighted pause. He tilts his head toward Eddie and lets his eyes dip. Out of nervous instinct, Eddie licks his lips and he actively sees Steve’s pupils widen.

Jesus.

Steve slowly pulls his bottom lip into his mouth, biting across the soft skin until it pops loose, leaving a perfect gap for Eddie to imagine sliding his tongue in between.

Eddie feels caught, trapped, stuck in place. He’s breathing heavier than necessary since they’re standing in place. No need to be huffing so hard at their stationary stances. It’s not like they’re working up a sweat.

But, oh god, they could.

“It-it really does doesn’t it?” Steve sounds a little breathy and it’s doing something to Eddie’s ego.

This doesn’t feel like play flirting.

No.

This feels like real flirting.

“What do you think, Stevie?” Eddie pointedly drops his eyes to Steve’s mouth before continuing. “Should we…? Get together? Take over the world?”

Steve nods silently, a little wobbly and loose, almost like his head is filled with space.

Then before he can make a sound, Steve is pinning Eddie against his desk. Their lips are smashed against each other in an uncoordinated effort of desperation.

And holy shit, does it feel good to be Eddie Munson.

Vecna could take him now and he’d be happy. Scratch that, Vecna can take him in about 35 minutes cause Steve is fumbling with Eddie’s belt.

#idiots to lovers #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddiecameraroll posts #steve x eddie #ficlet #steddie ficlet #my writing

[nightgoodomens]

All the options are fantastic:

1. Aziraphale kept the precious black feather after he plucked it out from Crowley’s wings OR Crowley accidentally left one OR he gave it to him as a joke which Aziraphale took very seriously.

2. Aziraphale turned it into a quill so he can feel the softness of the black feather in his hand all the time and look at it with fondness.

3. Aziraphale simply bought a black quill because it reminded him of Crowley.

4. Aziraphale likes running it through his fingers because it’s so soft.

5. Aziraphale uses it in Heaven religiously because it’s the only way he can feel Crowley and it’s keeping him sane.

6. Aziraphale lies to Angels that it’s his trophy from thwarting a demon. Reality: He and Crowley were fighting which wings are prettier and he actually thinks the demon wings are. Well, Crowley’s are. They’re very soft. Like his hair. Crowley slapped him with his wing and Aziraphale pretended to be offended but kept the few beautiful black feathers that fell out in his collection.

7. Crowley notices the black feathers in the bookshop but doesn’t say anything.

8. It’s a sign to show that Aziraphale loves Crowley they way he is.

I could go on and on and on and every possible scenario is freaking cute.

#good omens #crowley #ineffable fandom #good ineffable omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #ineffable dumbasses #ineffable idiots #ineffable lovers #aziraphale #aziracrow

[sea-lanterns]

I’m imagining all the super tall and stoic ladies (Arlecchino, Sara, Shenhe, etc.) just absolutely melting when they see their newborn child for the first time. Even Arlecchino, who already has several children, still fails to hold any resistance to the sense of awe that comes over her when she meets her newest child.

This is not helping my baby fever, anon ( • ᴖ • ｡ )

Just imagining these tall, intimidating women holding their tiny newborn child for the first time has me writhing around on the floor. I need to take a moment to compose my thoughts, hold on…

sfw under the cut

Arlecchino is no stranger to newborn infants, however; this time it’s different as it’s her newborn infant. Her baby. The baby she had with her gorgeous wife, (you) and was currently squirming around in her arms like the little bundle of joy it was. Usually Arlecchino is able to keep her calm considering she’s held countless of babies before, yet this time it felt different.

How could this tiny, small, creature possibly come from Arlecchino? It was so small and…innocent. It has Arlecchino stunned silent as she cannot believe this beautiful child came from the love of you and her. Her child.

Like instinct, Arlecchino already knows how to properly hold it, feed it, and cradle it in her arms as she looks up at you with the most admiring of eyes. She looks beyond pleased as you lay there in your bed, exhausted from the fruits of your labor as she presses a kiss to your temple, wiping the sweat off your brow and cooing.

“Thank you for being them into the world, my love. They’re absolutely precious.”

The sight of Arlecchino’s black, clawed arms gently rocking your newborn infant has you smiling despite your exhaustion. The father already having fallen in love with the tiny creature in her hands and welcoming the small child into your family.

When Sara’s first newborn was born, she was beyond nervous. She was unsure how her tengu blood would mix in well with yours, and was worried her first child might end up getting teased simply for looking a bit different.

But the moment you handed her a small bundle of heat, Sara practically froze. It was comedically adorable how your newborn had two little chicken wings (without feathers) protruding from the back as a result of Sara’s tengu blood. Sara couldn’t help but admire the adorable little wings, giving them a little poke to watch them twitch and flutter.

Sara is in love. She’s so in love. Tengu babies were so rare, and yet; here she had one in her arms, one of her own flesh and blood. She’s so grateful to you for bringing this baby tengu into the world with her, and she immediately cuddles up to you, shielding your small family in her massive wings, as she smiles and rubs a damp cloth across your face.

“You did so well, dear. Take a rest, you made the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen and deserve it…”

Shenhe was probably the most nervous out of these three. Despite being so calm and collected on the surface, inside the woman was freaking out because her wife had just gone into labor and Shenhe was terrified she would accidentally crush her baby if she held it in her arms.

Poor Cloud Retainer and Ganyu have to help her keep calm or she’d accidentally destroy the hospital. She was just a shaking mess and it took her a while before she could enter the delivery room and help you manage through the labor process. Once her nerves have been steeled however, Shenhe is rewarded with a tiny bundle of joy swaddled up in a cocoon of blankets. Her child had finally come.

She will be hesitant at first to even be near it, afraid her bloodlust energy would scare her baby and make it cry. But after some soothing words of encouragement from you, Shenhe hesitantly holds the frail infant in her arms, literally holding her breath as she was afraid of even breathing on it.

“…It’s so small.” Shenhe whispers under her breath, looking up at you with eyes filled with wonder “…It’s…mine?”

When you nod to confirm that the baby was indeed hers, Shenhe immediately snuggles the infant close. Not another word to be said for several, long, minutes.

#🫧hydration station #arlecchino x reader #kujou sara x reader #sara x reader #shenhe x reader #genshin women x reader #genshin fluff

[jokingmisfit]

Different Jokers Reacting to you Needing to Take Medicine

Jeremiah Valeska

-This man is a genius. He already knew before you told him. He already did research on any and all medicine you have to take. 

-Jeremiah may keep you on your toes for a lot of things but he’s pretty chill about this. You could even take medicine for your mental health when it comes to Jeremiah. If it makes you feel better he’s all for it.

- God forbid the doctor drops you or the pharmacy won’t run the prescription. Jeremiah will not hesitate to start bombing buildings just so you can get what you need.

- If you have to get off one medicine to switch to another he’s going to be right there to analyze your every move (like he doesn’t already) to make sure nothing goes wrong. The second you act off he’s getting you back in there for a better med. Also if you start showing any symptoms he’ll know because he read everything on that medicine.

- He makes sure you take your meds on time everyday. He kind of likes the domesticity of it, the pattern. Jeremiahs stopped mid planning or meeting just to tell/text/call you to take your meds.

-Overall the perfect Joker for having to take medicine. 10/10

Jerome Valeska

-Jerome is the complete opposite of his brother. The man is a loose cannon and is always doing something or other. He had absolutely no idea you were taking meds.

 -Let’s hope you bring it up because if you don’t and he finds them he’ll flip shit. He’ll scream and rant and break things. He may even threaten you. He’ll feel so upset and so betrayed. You’ll have to explain very carefully what they’re for.

-If you bring it up, introduce it slowly, mention what’s physically “wrong” that makes you need to take it, then explain what the medicine does. At first he’s going to be hesitant but at least you can hold his attention. He takes things like this very seriously (especially if it’s you).

-He’s not going to be 100% happy about it but he understands. This isn’t about you not liking your brain, it's about you being in pain. He hates when you’re in pain.

-You can’t take mental medication with him. Jerome refuses to “let you destroy your precious mind.”

- If your doctor drops you or there's a problem with the pharmacy he’ll just cause problems. By that I mean he’ll start blowing the brains out onto the floor. Only to steal the medicine.

-You might think that Jerome will continue to know nothing about your medicine but as soon as you stop talking about it he’ll hyperfocus on it for a few hours. He’ll, by the end of his research, know everything about this/these medicine(s).

-He’ll notice if you start having physical or other symptoms he’ll notice but it’ll take a day or so because he’s so all over the place. Once he notices though he’s threatening people to get you back in there to “fix” you.

-He often forgets you even take it until you take them or need to go to the doctor. He just doesn't see it as something he should butt too much into

- He hates seeing you in pain so he’ll let you take them and he’s pretty good with it so I’d say he’s a solid 6/10 for this situation.

Dark Knight/Ledger!Joker

-He’s smart but he’s busy. Joker had an inkling that you were on something, he just didn’t know what.

-He finds out when he comes just waltzing in while you’re taking it or maybe while you’re filling a pill case. He doesn’t freak out on you but he dances questions off his tongue. As long as you’re honest he’ll be fine with it.

-However if you’re taking medicine for your mental health he’s going to put up a bit of a fight. He’s not going to get loud or aggressive, no. Instead he’s going to praise your mind and your way of thinking. He’s going to try and manipulate you into stopping. If you're strong enough to tell him you’re going to take it then he’ll let it go. It’ll come up every once in a while because he doesn’t like it but he won't force you to stop.

-If something goes bad with your doctor or pharmacy, it's sad to say you’re on your own. Joker is busy constantly and doesn’t have the time for any of that. That being said, if it goes on too long you’ll notice the exact type of medicine you need is found in bulk in your living room with a little bow on the top.

-Now let's say you need to switch meds. Jokers going to be right on top of that shit. You’ll probably mention it in passing but the Joker's biggest fear is something happening to you, so he’s going to make sure no stupid pill or shot is screwing you up. The second you show any “odd” symptom he’s crashing into a hospital, stealing a doctor, doing whatever to make it better.

-Joker acts like a distant caregiver in a way. He doesn’t get involved with it often but the moment you make a comment about any struggles you’re having with it he’s going to find a solution

-I’d say he’s pretty good with the medicine unless it’s mental cause then he may be petty sometimes. Overall a good 8/10.

Arthur Fleck/Joker

-He’s the most understanding for physical medicine and the least for mental. Arthur is 100% down for you taking medicine so you’re not in physical pain. Mental medicine is another story. He thinks it’s stupid and useless, he doesn’t take any and he was supposed to, look at how good he’s doing.

-He’s not letting it happen, you can’t take mental medication.

-He probably knew you needed to take it from the beginning. There’s a big chance it’s one of the first topics the two of you even talked about.

-If your doctor or pharmacy drops you or causes issues he’s on top of it. He’s probably the most calm towards them. It’s when they don’t budge that his gun gets drawn. He refuses to let you suffer in pain.

-He knows you really well and he’s always asking how you are. If you get symptoms from a new medicine he notices immediately. It doesn’t matter what is going on, he is going to make sure you’re taken care of.

-He just loves you so much. He’ll always be there, he just can’t let you take meds that will “hurt” your mind.

-He’s great with physical medicine, not mental. He’s an absolute sweetheart. 8/10 just for the sugar.

#joker x reader #ledger joker #ledger!joker x reader #arthur fleck x reader #arthur fleck joker #jeremiah valeska #jerome valeska #jeremiah valeska x reader #jerome valeska x reader

[nifreti-ii]

It’s best if you love him too…

What happens when you're going through some brain stuff and need to vent? You draw an already mentally fucked character and make him WORSE. God I love some unhinged cuties… but seriously If this happened to me I would be in complete damage-control mode. Im gonna be freaking the hell out internally and nervously try to talk him down. “Y-yeah hun. Of course, I love you! Now… let’s uh get ya cleaned up and read a nice book…” I would say while shaking and panic crying. ( to think, I was initially gonna draw pixie keith...)

Oh I just love Keith and Tenebris so much T-T. they’re so precious and I just want to hold them. I will cuddle the FUCK out of them and drown them in affection I swear. My dumbass would be crocheting so many things to gift them, little origami in random places throughout their apartment, and me just loving pinching their faces. I also think November ultra - come into my arms is such a lovely and sad song to sing to Keith :,<

Check out my Masterlist for my art and (limited) writing! :,)

#digital art #fanart #my art #digital drawing #yandere #art #my fanart #digital fanart #tw blood #duality vn #duality game #duality keith #yandere character #yandere male #blood #I just wanna hold hiim #T^T

[gremlingottoosilly]

I just wanted to say that I love your writing and that I always burst out laughing when I read one of your fics and you have a line like “könig doesn’t respect women— except for roze or stiletto. They scare the shit out of him” because I just KNOW that if he tried act like they’re cute dumb things like he does with civilian women they’d cut his dick out and make him choke on his own balls.

Oh, this man is AFRAID. Like, literally, he pulls so much shit with his benevolent sexism towards you as his wife, it's insane. His outdated believes + shitty family dynamics + bullying at young age really makes everything so so freaking terrible and hard for him to not be an incel, it's insane he really isn't one. His teammates are all badasses in their own right - but no matter how much weight Roze can pull off and make him literally scared for his life, Konig would still come home to you and call you a dumb precious thing that needs his help with doing the dishes because it's too dangerous! What about your soft hands?? What if you splash yourself and get sick?? Honestly sometimes he gets such weird overprotective streaks, it even goes over his desire to make you a proper housewife. This man would thrive with a fully caretaker dynamic, but this shit with daddy and littles is scaring him off. Yeah, even though his wife is literally in her twenties while he is on early retirement plan. He doesn't even speak to Roze and Stiletto about his relationships with you because he knows his agg would be dragged to hell and back if they knew about a housewifey he keeps literally locked in and forced into live of his precious pet.

#konig x reader #cod #konig #yandere konig

[steddielations]

nsfw text, steddie smut

They’re gonna be late.

Steve takes some responsibility but it’s mostly Eddie’s fault, the insatiable little bastard. It’s taken forever to get dressed, teasing each other through the process. Eddie’s really going for it, tugging on Steve’s belt, brushing his nipples while buttoning his shirt, bending over in front of him taking forever to tie his boots because he knows it drives Steve crazy, trying to goad Steve into fucking him.

Steve would gladly give him what he wants, but they’ve already fooled around so much today, wasting time and Eddie knows that, it’s his movie premiere they have to make it to. So Steve doesn’t give in, but maybe he purposely riles Eddie a little, standing behind him in the mirror as he fastens his thick leather necklace for him, fitting it snug against his throat the way he knows Eddie likes.

“This feels dirty,” Eddie smirks, his eyes going dark and hazy at Steve in the mirror.

“Cause you’re a little freak,” Steve teases, tugging the necklace before looping his arms around Eddie.

“Mm, call me that again, sweet talker.”

“You’d like it too much.”

Eddie turns, going in for a bitey little kiss, “Maybe rough me up while you do it, huh?”

“Eddie, we don’t have time for this, baby,” Steve says even as he kisses Eddie back.

“C’mon I wanna taste you, just a little,” Eddie lies, Steve knows what he wants and it’s not anything little.

He feels his hard-earned resolve melting away, crowding Eddie against the dresser as the kiss deepens. Any resistance is gone when Eddie guides his hand down, encouraging Steve to grope him beneath his skirt, a flowy black thing that stops under the knees but feels so racy to Steve nonetheless.

It blows his mind, having someone like Eddie all to himself, someone who wears what he wants and does what he wants and wants what he wants without giving a damn.

Steve’s hands are greedy and possessive, taking advantage of every precious piece of Eddie the skirt gives him easy access to. His fingers brush Eddie’s underwear, smaller and tighter ones with more control than he usually wears.

Steve groans against his mouth, fingers twisting in the fabric and pulling them down the small curve of Eddie’s ass, indulgently palming his cheeks, feeling Eddie shiver and moan in his arms.

Resolve broken, Steve pulls back and turns Eddie around by the waist, roughly lifting up his skirt.

Eddie cackles wildly, gripping the dresser and letting Steve manhandle him, “Thought we didn’t have time?”

Steve’s far too gone for this game but he plays smug anyway, meeting Eddie’s eyes in the mirror as he gives his ass a little slap, reveling in how Eddie goes pink and bites his lip. “Want me to fuck you or not?”

Eddie pushes back into Steve’s hand, bending forward some more, “See for yourself, stud.”

That’s when Steve catches sight of what’s between his cheeks, the shiny end of a plug nestled inside him.

Steve outright groans, “Eddie, you little fucking—”

“What are you gonna do with me, baby?” Eddie arches back against him enticingly, “What are you gonna do about it, hm?” 

Something snaps, hot and crackling all through Steve, possessively gripping Eddie’s hip with one hand. The other  wiggles the plug around before sliding it out, holding Eddie still when he rasps out a moan, his hole greedily clenching at the emptiness.

Steve doesn’t bother meeting Eddie’s gaze in the mirror, quickly undoing his belt and sliding his pants down just enough. He pumps himself a couple times, murmuring as he pushes against Eddie’s rim, “Gonna fuck you about it.”

They could use more lube but he knows Eddie likes it like this, clothes pushed aside, hurried and rough like they couldn’t spare another second, so hard up and needy for each other. Steve teases him with just the tip for a moment, smirking blissfully at the way Eddie squirms and groans, trying to push himself down on Steve’s cock. 

Steve lets him get good and riled before he pushes all the way in, threading a hand in Eddie’s hair when his head falls forward with a punched out moan. Gripping just tight enough, Steve makes Eddie look at him in the mirror as he works up a pace, deep and indulgent. 

The sight of Eddie makes Steve groan just as much as the feel of him, his dick tenting beneath his skirt, his messy eye makeup getting even more so. He’s gonna look so freshly fucked on the red carpet, which is exactly what he wanted to happen and the thought gives Steve a filthy thrill too. 

“What else am I supposed to do when you look like this? You drive me fucking crazy, Eddie, I gotta have you,” Steve grits out, grinding deep inside, “Feel that, baby? Feel what you do to me?”

“So good, Steve, so—” Eddie moans brokenly.

“Yeah? This is what you wanted?” Steve fists his hair a little tighter when he doesn’t answer, wanting to kiss the small gasp he makes from his lips, “Isn’t it?”

“Yes, God, please. Fuck me however you want.”

Steve goes harder, his thrusts rocking the dresser where he’s got Eddie pinned against it, “Yeah I’m gonna give you what you need. Lift up your skirt for me, let me see you.” 

Eddie releases his iron grip on the wood to do as he’s told. In the mirror, he lifts the skirt so Steve can see his dick achingly hard between his legs, leaking at the tip.

“Fuck, you look good like this, all hard and pretty,” Steve bites at his neck, “Is that all for me?”

Eddie responds somewhere between a hum and a whine, “Just for you,” his hands twitching where he holds his skirt, wanting to touch himself so badly. 

“You're gonna be good if I take care of it for you, baby?” Steve murmurs, his ears burning with the needy noise Eddie makes in response.

He sounds more and more wrecked as Steve angles his hips just right and slams harder and harder into him. He reaches around, taking Eddie’s cock in his hand, slicking pre-come down his length and feeling Eddie throb in his palm. 

Any time Eddie’s eyes roll back or he closes them too long, Steve grips his hair tighter, makes him look at him in the mirror. He loves when Eddie can’t hide behind a little grin, his mouth open and brows knitted upwards, nothing but explicit pleasure on his face.

His grip on Eddie’s hair slips, but before his head falls forward, Steve’s hand is already around his throat. His palm is broad against the vulnerable column, putting just the right amount of pressure that drives Eddie wild. He makes a choked off noise, his hole clenching around Steve in beautiful tight pulses as he fucks the come out of him.

Steve’s hips stutter once Eddie’s finished and shivering against him, making sure he’s buried deep inside when he comes, fucking every last drop back into Eddie. He chuckles when Eddie slumps against the dresser, eyes shut with a sated smile on his lips.

Steve would love to stand there and adore the sight but he has other plans. Wasting no time, he gently pulls out, buttons himself up and grabs the plug again. He revels in Eddie’s surprised gasp and the way that his body greedily accepts the plug, keeping Steve’s come inside.

“Oh, now this feels dirty,” Eddie says with a twisted little grin over his shoulder.

“That’s ‘cause it is,” Steve smacks his cheek for good measure, fixing his skirt and underwear for him, “Now come on, you said you’d be good, we have to go.”

A little unsteady on his feet, Eddie does as he’s told, giddily hanging off his shoulder and yeah, they’re late as shit but everything’s still perfect.

For the prompts “this feels dirty” “that’s because it is” and “i wanna taste you” for @cuips-not-cute I hope you enjoy this!! 

#nothing to say for myself #thank you cuips ily!!! #steddie #steddie fic #steddie smut #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #rueswriting #btw if you sent me a prompt i'm slowly working through them (: some of them inspired some longer stuff hehe #sub bottom eddie munson #dom steve harrington

[lushaletta]

I have a question??? Could you do Fred Weasley x older sister Potter reader who's he's friends with and like headcanons of their relationship please and thank you

in good hands / fred weasley

pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader

content: mild swearing, older sister potter!reader

summary: being harry potter’s older sister is difficult. you hate watching your little brother get hurt both physically and emotionally, but fred happens to be a great protector.

a/n: MY FRED WEASLEY DEBUT!! george is my fav but fred is so arghghghgh hot. anywayyyy tysm for this request and i’m sorry i didn’t follow it to a t!! i was originally gonna do headcanons as requested but i kinda got in the zone… i do kinda like this pairing though so i may end up doing hcs eventually anyway! also my bad for this taking FOREVER i’ve been madly busy… love u folks

⋆ ࣪.  ⁺⑅ ⋰˚ *.ﾟ .˳⁺⁎˚ ˚⁎⁺˳ . ༺ ˖࣪ ˖࣪ ∗

Harry comes running into your room, soaked with both rain water and agitation. His broom is immediately tossed to the side and you can’t help but be concerned— you have a feeling you know what this is going to be about, and it’s not the first time.

“Harry?”

“So sick of it! I only try to help, you know? To make things better and no one ever gives a fuck! No gratitude or even kindness, after everything I’ve done.” Your face softens as he inches towards you, even being careful not to get your bed wet with his clothing.

“They’re still mad at you for losing the game? Are you serious?” You’re completely furious. Harry’s had the world on his shoulders since forever and his entire life is a tragedy. He can’t even play a school sport without being reamed for something that’s hardly his fault.

Peeling his jersey off, he crawls into your side and waits for your affection; the only thing he can count on when the world isn’t on his side.

“I tried to fix things, you know? Told Fletcher I was sorry but they’re still pissed, calling me a freak and saying all this crap about Voldemort.” You shush him and cradle his face in your arms. Your heart is breaking because how could anyone treat your baby brother like this, how could anyone see him as something less than precious?

His eyes shimmer but not with the sparkle of joy. They’re teary. “Fuck ‘em all. They’ll come around, Harry. They do eventually.”

It’s not fair what they do to him. He’ll mess something up and half the time it’s out of his control, and suddenly he’s public enemy number one. You’re usually there to help, and so are his friends like Hermione and Ron, but it can’t always be like this.

He’s okay after a while. You amp up the jokes and ruffle his hair and he’s okay. He has dinner with his group and you with yours. It’s a nice evening and all you can do is hope he’s forgetting everything wrong with the world. It seems like he is, because he’s tossing peanuts in the air and catching them in his mouth while Ron is laughing hysterically and Hermione is resting her hand on a judgemental expression.

“Oi, Weasley!” you say, and Fred whips his head towards you. “I’ve got something to ask. A favour.”

He perks up. You were asking him for a favour. He’s been waiting for his in since forever, but he wouldn’t let you know that. “Yeah?” he replies, taking a sip of pumpkin juice.

A quick breath escapes your lips as you lean on him, lashes fluttering and a little grin settled on your face. He can look at you trying to be all persuasive without blushing. He’s stronger than this.

“How about.. you and George look after Harry? I’ve been worried about him, with the whole dementor thing. And after what happened last game, I can’t just sit from the stands and watch him get injured again knowing I didn’t do anything about it. Everyone’s pissed at him.”

Fred softens. His mind races, trying to come up with the cons of the request. He comes up empty. This was an excuse to talk to you more and, well, he already quite liked Harry, so that was no issue. And with your convincing doe eyes, how could he refuse?

He’s taking too long to respond and he knows it, but he can’t stop staring at your pretty face. You clear your throat, prodding for an answer. “Huh? Oh, yeah. The lad’s gonna be in good hands, m’lady,” he winks.

The roll of your eyes makes him smile. “Better make sure of it, Weasley.”

And to shut you up, he shoves a grape between your lips and you smack him across the arm.

From then on, Fred and George made sure no one got in Harry’s way. Someone messed with him, they messed with them. The twins were 190 and a half centimetres of beater strength and poking the bear was on no one’s to-do list, so Harry was pretty much set. Well, not entirely.

All Harry really wants to do is sit down and catch up on the pile of homework he’s missed for Chosen One duties, but some people take that as being haughty.

“Potter. You and your godforesaken hero complex. You think you’re untouchable? What’ll happen if I sock you in the face, huh? You think magic will—“

“Fuck around and find out.”

Finnick Lewis turns around. He immediately backtracks. “Hey, listen, man, I don’t want any trouble.” Fred didn’t miss the nasty glare that Lewis sent Harry on his way out. He’d take care of that one later.

The boy doesn’t really know what’s just happened or why, but he’ll take whatever he can get and he’ll be grateful for it. He mumbles out a thank you before scrambling to his room.

You’d seen Fred’s effort in protecting your brother. He’d done a damn good job at it too, because Harry hadn’t complained much about students in weeks. You’re glad you at least took that load off his shoulders.

“Tell you what, Weasley,” you say nonchalantly, unwrapping a chocolate.

He hums. It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon and he’s trying to finish up an essay. Lupin likes him just fine, but he’s definitely a tough grader.

“If you can make sure Harry’s perfectly uninjured after the next game, I’ll give you a kiss.”

Who cares about Lupin? Fred looks up at you instantly, suddenly feeling the velvet of the chair on his skin. “I’ll totally bite. How many seconds?”

You snort. “The kiss?” He nods. “3 seconds. 5 if I’m feeling generous.”

The essay is forgotten just like that.

The man moved the moon and sun to ensure Harry’s safety on his watch. Lewis and Fletcher had their tails between their legs after a few careful threats and actions to back them up, and Harry felt good. Safe. That’s all that mattered.

Monday arrives and the Quidditch stands are a sea of red and green with Gryffindor particularly antsy as Harry zooms around the pitch, Golden Snitch right within his view but not quite arms reach.

“Potter’s got his eye on the prize! I’ve got mine on too, Johnson looks impeccable in robes, I’ll tell you that much— Sorry, Professor.”

Fred’s holding his own, watching out for any foul play from the Slytherin Seeker whilst batting Bludgers. George is at his side, throwing them out and scoring right into Flint’s stomach.

“Wonderful play from Weasley! Not quite sure which one, but great nonetheless,” Lee says through the megaphone.

Fred’s just about to hit a Bludger into the opposing Keeper’s side, but he spots Harry in the corner of his eye being tailed by Higgs and there’s a nasty Slytherin Bludger coming right for him and he’s flying there immediately.

Harry’s so pumped with adrenaline and focus on the Snitch, he doesn’t even notice the ball coming straight to his nose. Godric knows that would leave a mark. Fred comes up and bats it away, nearly falling off his broom.

You’re watching from the stands in admiration and excitement and Fred can’t help but find you in the crowd. He sends you a wink from the pitch and a girl beside you seems to think it’s for her. You let it happen. You know who it belonged to.

Gryffindor emerges victorious, winning by two points and Harry’s crowd surfing, a big smile on his face as students chant his name. He doesn’t know how long the fame will last, but he doesn’t really care.

“You did good, Weasley,” you admit as Fred comes up beside you.

“Think I deserve my kiss now?”

In typical you fashion, you roll your eyes and pull him towards your face.

He thinks the kiss will be haste, but you melt into his lips and he does the very same. His arms snake around your waist and bring you impossibly closer and you relish in it. It’s embarrassing how much you’re grinning, but you can feel his smile too.

Catching your breath, “That was like 30 seconds. Now you gotta help Harry with his homework.”

#🎞 by.ivy #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter imagine #hp imagine #harry potter oneshot #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley fluff #weasley twins fanfiction #fred weasley oneshot #fred weasley imagine #weasley twins

[thewritetofreespeech]

May I request Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi learning that Gojo married a fashion designer Nobara really admires?

“Knock it off Nobara. I’m going as fast as I can.”

“You mean as fast as molasses?” Nobara quipped as she continued to push at Yuji up the stairs. “I know you died and everything, but I thought you’d be a little faster than a corpse.”

“You’re so mean to me today!”

“Can you guys take it down a notch?” Megumi asked, following behind them even slower. “It’s too early for this without coffee.”

The two newer sorcerers sigh, but seem to break it up at Megumi’s request, and walk up the stairs to Tokyo Tech normally. Once they crest the stairs, they see their teacher there. Talking to someone.

“Who’s that?” Yuji asked as he watched a mysterious woman laugh at something Gojo had said. “She’s pretty.”

“That’s [Y/N].” Megumi answered. “Sensei’s wife.”

“I don’t know that sensei was married.”

Megumi nodded. “For a while. She doesn’t stick around often. She travels a lot.”

“She looks awfully familiar.” Nobara commented. “So she must be around sometime.”

“Last I heard she was in Paris or something.” Megumi replied with a shrug. Then walked up to the adults.

“Megumi! Long time no see!”

“Hello [Y/N]-san.” The teen grumbled when the woman rubbed his head.

“ ‘-san’ hn? I go away for a while and suddenly you get all respectful?”

“Oh, Megumi-kun is always respectful.” Gojo teased. “These are my other students, Yuji & Nobara.”

“They gave you more?”

“Of course!” Gojo beamed. “I’m the best!”

[Y/N] chuckled. “It’s nice to meet you. You must be the one that ate Sukana’s finger.” She said, pointing at Yuji. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to put strange things in your mouth?”

“Oh, my mother ‘s dead.” Yuji told her. “But my grandpa probably said that once.”

“You look really familiar.” Nobara cut in all of a sudden. “Has anyone ever told you you look like Kisetsu-sensei?”

“All the time.” [Y/N] said before shaking Nobara’s hand. “Because, I am.”

The girl froze. Looking like she had been suddenly struck by lightning.

“Didn’t I ever tell you my wife was a fashion designer?” Gojo said with a cheeky grin. Clear that he knew, and intentionally hadn’t, told them that fact. “Where do you think I get all those expensive clothes from?”

“You’re Kisetsu-sensei?!”

“You’re a fashion designer?” Yuji asked. Commenting over Nobara this time as she was freaking out.

“I am. I tried the whole sorcerer thing, but it just wasn’t really a passion of mine. So I moved to be a designer. Travel the world doing shows, and a few odd jobs for the old men.”

“You’re Kisetsu-sensei?!” Nobara repeated. “I can’t believe I’m meeting you! Your designs…they’re art!”

“Thanks kid. Always nice to meet a fan.” [Y/N] seemed very genuine in that remark. “If you’re interested, why don’t you come by my studio in Tokyo? I have closets full of some old designs you can have. If you’re interested.”

Nobara was speechless. Seeming unable to grasp for words for once. “That’s really nice of you.” Megumi replied for her.

“Hey, any ‘precious student’ of my husband and all.” [Y/N] leaned in to kiss Gojo on the cheek and squeeze his hand. “I gotta go though. Photoshoot at the gallery of modern art. Will I see you later?” Gojo nodded with a thumbs up, and [Y/N] waved as she headed off.

“I can’t believe you’re married to Kisetsu-sensei. Or that you even know her.” Nobara said. Coming out of her shell shock now that her idol was gone.

“Hey! I’m pretty fashionable!”

“I’m surprised that sensei is married at all.” Yuji added.

“You guys are so mean to me today!”

#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers) #jujutsu kaisen #nobara kugisaki #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk scenarios #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen season 2 #jujutsu kaisen imagines

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Suddenly I’m a sheep baa

You have such a way with words!!! I love the image of konig sitting down, cooing at his flock, while reader stands to the side, watching… does he even know? Does he know the effect he has on you? Would he even care, if he knew that you’re completely ruined over watching him work… (would he treat you the same, one hand gripping your legs and hands out of his way, tucked up against his chest as his other hand wanders down your chest and against your cunt,,,)

Ahem

Baa.

Baa!!! YEAH I can see it happening in bed as soon as he gets his freak on. It's purely subconscious too! But then I was also thinking how König must be a total softie with all animals... Treating everyone gently and lovingly while reader is pouting & looking from the sidewalks like a third wheel :( Time to pull out the big guns!

CW: Pet play (attempted), dom/sub undertones (implied)

You see him feeding apples to horses, watch how they burrow their muzzles under his arm, he’s always gentle with each and every individual as long as they’re animal and not human... Even the old farm cat gets more love and attention than you :(

He nearly trips on it one morning because it’s purring and meowing at his feet – if a human were to do that they would get slurs and yelling and spit landing on their face... This furry little beast only earns a soft rumble and a low, affectionate “You naughty little devil,” as thanks for showing this bitter cruel man some love.

You even see him pet the cat absentmindedly when he’s doing some paperwork in his office, the loud purrs of the animal making you absurdly jealous. Hearing the roaring content of this cat as a broad, sturdy hand softly pets it from head to tail stirs emotions in you that are wildly inappropriate. You would kill to get this man to pet you, these animals don’t even know how lucky they are...

And maybe he doesn’t even know what he’s missing, seeing only men and animals here at the farm. The only woman, namely, you, is always walking around in rubber boots and dirty oversized overalls. He avoids you like the plague, and treats you more harshly than the young rascals sent here by the state... Men are visual creatures, so perhaps it’s no wonder that he takes no interest in you, some weak miss farmhand who always looks like she came from feeding the pigs... Which is your job here, actually, because König never allows you near his precious horses, let alone the delicate sheep.

So one day, you sneak inside his office and climb on his desk in nothing but your black sheen underwear, now with the addition of a black cat’s tail attached to the bum, with your make up done and wearing a pair of cute little cat ears. This must be the silliest thing I’ve ever done, you think as you push your tits invitingly together while propping yourself on the table like a spoiled house cat would, with your “paws” prettily together and your butt ready to lift from some good petting you fervently wish you’re about to get.

Heavy boots echo in the hall like doom just as you start to shiver from cold. Your heart nearly shoots out of your chest and your tits threaten to spill out of your too small bra, your rival is nowhere to be seen and all the sheep have been sheared so you hope you’ll finally spark this man’s interest in some intimate fun with an actual woman...

He walks in, comes to an instant halt on the door when he sees you, and from the looks of it, the poor man suffers a silent heart attack from seeing a half naked woman on his desk. He freezes right there on the spot, draws air so sharply you can hear it all the way to where you're sitting – all over his papers, innocently like a naughty feline would.

He looks both shocked and furious, but not a word of warning comes out – and how could he be mad at a pretty little thing like you? Donning your silly outfit consisting of black underwear, black cat tail and black cat ears, you even drew yourself some thin whiskers with your black eyeliner...

Your eyes are shy but accusing, they simply ask, why haven't you paid attention to me? Why haven't you played with me, turned me around in your lap any way you like? Where are the soft gazes and shushed praises that belong to me?

And while you were invisible to this man before, you now have his full attention.

His eyes fly to your tits first, then to your tail, they caress the dip and swell of your waist, rise to adore your rib cage and the fluttering pulse at the hollow of your throat, they steal a peek at your cute little ears... There's an endearing flash on softness in his eyes, and when he meets your stare again, he swallows so arduously that the sound of it is audible and thick. A chill runs down your spine as you realize this might not only be the first time in a while that he's seen a half naked woman... This might be the first time he's seen a half naked woman ever.

You give him your most demure gaze, bat your lashes slowly like cats tend to do when they see someone they appreciate and trust, and whisper:

“...Meow?”

#pet play is one of my fav kinks but I've never written for it before?? #high time to unlock that feature #könig x reader #tw: pet play

[krakensdottir]

So that new clip, huh.

This is cementing something I suspected when I saw Crowley’s reaction to Gabriel in the trailer. Crowley is afraid. Like seriously terrified of what’s about to happen to them. He’s not just being dramatic this time, he’s looking at their own personal apocalypse standing there in the bookshop.

Like, it’d be easy to expect that Aziraphale would be afraid. But no. He’s nervous as hell - always has been, around the bosses - but he doesn’t seem to be afraid of Gabriel. This is what I was saying about him actually being a legitimate cinnamon roll. Boss shows up with no memories, after not long ago trying to kill him, obviously needing help, and Aziraphale like. Doesn’t even hesitate. Of course he’s going to help. Not because Gabriel deserves it, but because whether he deserves it doesn’t come into play. He has no one else. Aziraphale can’t just leave him like this, now can he?

(Note that I don’t think this is Aziraphale being a doormat or anything. He’s too forgiving, yes, but that’s a known and accepted character trait. He likes to help people, and he chooses to help people. He’s choosing to help Gabriel, and perhaps forgive him, whatever we or Crowley might think of the wisdom of that choice.)

Crowley, though... he’s freaking out. Aziraphale wasn’t there to see Gabriel’s cold-ass eyes consigning him to the flames. Crowley can’t forgive him. No way. And he can’t see Gabriel as anything less than someone who will gladly destroy them both.

And as touching as it is to interpret ‘precious, peaceful, fragile existence’ as referring to Aziraphale, I don’t think it’s that simple. It certainly includes Aziraphale, but believe it or not, I don’t think he’s the be-all end-all of the situation. Crowley is afraid for himself, for the closest thing to peace he’s ever had. And he has every right to be. Maybe it’s easy to forget because of the way he usually plays it off, but Crowley has lived his whole post-Fall existence with terror in the back of his mind. He’s had the threat of torture and destruction hanging over his head, not only from his own bosses, but from the angels who oppose him along with the rest and even from God who decided to toss him out in the first place. He has no safe space other than Aziraphale and the bookshop. He never has, and he has every fucking right to be afraid of losing that for his own sake. He has every right to be angry and upset and terrified and to hate being dragged into this.

And I don’t know, I kind of don’t want to see that watered down into something purely romantic and protective. Crowley talks about the peace he carved out for himself, he means it. He carved it out over millennia, often without Aziraphale’s help. I’d be furious about the idea of losing that too, especially when it’s because the person he thought he could trust just can’t say no to helping the guy who tried to kill him.

(Not hating on Aziraphale here, and I don’t think Crowley is either. Aziraphale has his reasons, and I’m pretty sure one of them is that he doesn’t think they actually have a choice here, that they’re facing something terrible they have to deal with regardless. Just like Crowley with Armageddon. He just... isn’t communicating that very well. At least not in this clip. Instead he’s trying to appeal to Crowley’s good nature, which does not extend as far as his own. Once they agree they have to deal with this regardless, I think they’ll be alright.)

#good omens #go s2 #I'm having feelings and I want to say them #see if anyone else is feeling me on this

[chifuya]

THEY’RE SO FREAKING CUTE AND PRECIOUS I LOVE THIS 💖🤍💜💛

#blue lock #chigiri hyoma #nagi seishiro #reo mikage #bachira meguru #sanrio #such perfect matches #😭😭💗💗

[munsonluhvr]

EDDIE MUNSON’S ♡ LOVE GUIDE ♡

contents: this is a little guide/headcannon on what it’s like for our beloved eddie munson to have a crush or date someone. this is somewhat similar to the a-z sfw/nsfw lists i did a little while ago but a little more detailed and strung together. word count - 782

⟡ what it's like for eddie to have a crush ⟡

eddie is the type of guy to be boldly flirty with someone that he’s interested, having no fear to compliment you or make suggestive comments. however, when you approach him or make flirty comments to him, eddie shuts down not knowing how to respond/function.

eddie believes in chivalry still, so he wants to make the first move but he never knows how. he’ll overthink to his friends, day after day, trying to navigate how to ask you out without being weird. his friends get annoyed with him, often rolling their eyes as he talks about you for the thousandth time that day. they wish either of you would just make a move so they can stop hearing your name being mentioned by eddie.

eddie also hates when he has a crush because he can physically feel himself become obsessed, taking any opportunity to spot you across the hallways in school or stare at the back of your head or profile of your face while he sits in class. he feels himself go from being the nerd, or the freak as people refer to him, to being a lovesick puppy, ready to serve you at any moment. he also becomes flirty and nervous, blushing like crazy as you make eye contact with him or flirt. god, he has such a love hate relationship with having a crush. can’t you just be his already?

when eddie asks you out, finally, he’s flustered and jumbles his words as he speaks quickly. “would you want to go out with me sometime? like on a date?” he asks, his eyes searching yours for a reaction. his stomach is knots, full of angst, as he exposes his deep admiration for you. when you smile, nodding eagerly, he feels instant relief and his mind is quick to beginning planning how he’ll create the best date you could ever go on.

⟡ what it's like for eddie to date someone ⟡

when eddie dates someone, he is the most sweetest bf in the entire world. he’s so concerned with gf, making it obvious that he cares for you deeply. he’ll always ask if you’ve eaten or if you’re hungry. he’ll let you play your “girly pop” music as he refers to the music you listen to, even though he can’t stand it because he loves you so much.

eddie loves giving you affection; in public, he’ll hold your hand or put his arm around you, make even a little kiss on the cheek. he isn’t the biggest fan of public affection but he also likes to make it known that you’re his. in private, however, he’s awfully romantic and cheeky. he loves to make out with you, letting time pass by as you engage with each other’s mouths, his hands roaming around your body.

eddie feels so safe with you as his girlfriend, knowing he can be vulnerable and nerdy in front of you. he know’s you’ll listen to him nerd out about his d&d trials and updates on how the hellfire is dealing with the watch of vecna.

eddie also nicknames you early on in your relationship, wiping your name from his mouth. you’re “baby” or “princess” to eddie, the affectionate names rolling off his tongue with ease. occasionally, eddie says “my sweet girl,” loving how your face relaxes and a smile appears when he calls you that. he knows it’s your favorite nickname but he saves it for rainy days when you’re feeling extra low and need a pick up.

our precious eddie also likes to include you in things he likes. eddie is quick to introduce you to his hellfire club friends, making sure you are well aquatinted with them and know they’re now your friends too. eddie also introduces you to the members in his band; making it clear that he requests your presence, every week, when they perform at the hideaway. you always go, of course. the biggest deal of all, though, is that he lets you mess around on his most prized possession - his guitar.

to be the best bf possible, eddie is sure to spoil you relentlessly. he brings you things that reminds him of you, or make you little birdhouses while he’s in wood shop class. he’ll make mixtapes of songs he hears and thinks you’ll like or bring you to your favorite restaurant after school. eddie will even risk his life, aka climbing up the short trellis that’s against your house up to your window, to visit you when your parents won’t let you go out. eddie will do anything and everything - you’re his princess after all.

#stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x you

[star-girl69]

OMG THE LITTLE FAMILY STUFF IS SO CUTE now imagine ivy like accidentally calling the reader amd clarisse mom for the first time OR OR someone (percy) like coming over and being like "hey I don't think this parenthood is a good idea here" (bc just imagine clarisse junior in the future) and ivy is wtf so she starts defending them and being like THOSE ARE MY PARENTS (10 yo vs 12 yo standoff go!!)

LETS GO I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS FAMILY I LOVE EVERYTHING

the first time ivy calls you mom it’s not on purpose

you just basically are her mom

all she knows is you treat her how a mom is supposed to treat their daughter

you’re probably like dropping her off at arts and crafts class and she casually goes

“ok bye mom see you later!”

cue the tears

you’re screaming and crying and hyperventilating and RUNNING straight to clarisse who is training and she’s like OH MY GOD WHAT HAPPENED ARE YOU OKAY

and you’re like

“i-i-i-ivy oh my god clar ivy-”

“SOMETHING HAPPENED TO IVY?!?!??!?” protective mom mode activated

“NO SHE CALLED ME MOM”

“oh. OH. SHE CALLED YOU MOM?????”

“I KNOW” 😭😭😭😭😭😭

clarisse is so happy she’s like aw omg she’s a little jealous on the inside but she’s fine she’s fine she’s fine

she’s not fine if you couldn’t tell

but clarisse doesn’t have to wait too long bc the next day clarisse wakes up at like 3am and has to go to the bathroom and little adorable baby ivy sits up too rubbing her eyes and is like

“mom? where are you going?”

she’s about to LOSE. HER. SHIT.

but it’s late and she doesn’t want to overwhelm ivy so she keeps it cool and just says she’s going to the bathroom she’ll be back soon

anyways later you both sit ivy down and ivy is like WOAH WOAH WOAH WHATS HAPPENING

and you’re trying to be professional and adult about it

but you’re like “YOU CALLED ME MOM!!!! YOU CALLED CLAR MOM!!!!!! AND ITS OK!!!!! WE LOVE YOU AND WE ARE YOUR MOMS BASICALLY!!!!!”

ivy is like “I DIDNT EVEN NOTICE BUT I LOVE YOU MOMS”

happy family ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

just to clarify y’all PERCY DOES NOT ACTUALLY THINK CLARISSE AND Y/N ARE BAD FOR IVY ITS JUST THERES TWO OF THEM CAN WE ATTACH A LEASH TO THE LITTLE ONE MAYBE

so let’s pretend it’s just another random rude ass 12 year old who’s name will be…. hm…… mark!

so mark and ivy are like chilling around at the training grounds waiting for their turn and then mark is like “oh my god you’re so bad you can even hold the sword correctly”

ivy is ????? she’s holding it the way clarisse taught her to hold it so what…….

“um? idk…. this is how you hold it dude…..”

and then you come over innocently and you’re like “hi ivy baby you forgot your water i’m gonna leave it right here!” and she’s like “ok mom!” bc you’re her mom and she loves you

so then mark is like “NO WAYYYYY YOU CALL HER MOM????”

“YES BC SHE IS MY MOM DO YOU HAVE A DAMN PROBLEM!?!?!?”

“i just feel sorry for you like your own parents didn’t want you so the best you could get was two random teen girls??? LMAOOOO i bet they’re horrible ‘parents’ too ”

“BITCH IM GONNA-”

ivy may be tiny but she uses that to her advantage and jumps on top of people

so she starts scratching and kicking and hitting screaming “TAKE IT BACK TAKE IT BACK TAKE IT BACK”

bro mark is crying

one of mark’s friends drag ivy off of him and then you and clarisse run over at the commotion

and all you see is this kid crying, another kid holding ivy back- her hairs all messy and she’s kicking and screaming still

the kid very quickly drops ivy when he sees you

you have to THROW yourself in front of her so she won’t attack him again

clarisse just presses the tip of her spear into mark’s armor and he’s like “IM SORRY IM SORRY WAHHHHH WAHHHHHHHH”

ivy is laughing hysterically “THATS WHAT I THOUGHT THATS WHAT I FREAKING THOUGHT YOU LOSER!!!!!!!”

you’re in such shock WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR PRECIOUS BABY

clarisse is proud but confused

ivy is hugging you, her face pressed in your stomach when clarisse crouches down next to her

“you wanna tell me what happened?”

“well first he said i was holding my sword wrong but I WASNT i was holding it like this the way you taught me and then mom came over and then he started laughing when i called her mom and then he said you guys were probably horrible parents and i was SO MAD so i started attacking him”

ivy rn: 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗

you’re horrified shocked and angry like it’s not an idea situation but ivy is loved and safe what more do they want from you?

you feel kinda shitty bc you love ivy so much but if you’re not what’s best for her than you’ll do anything

clarisse hugs her and kisses her head “good job protecting this family little warrior”

and you’re like “yes ivy you did an amazing job but remember violence is not always the answer”

(clarisse and ivy share their secret look again)

but later that night while ivy is getting ready for bed you’re telling clarisse that you’re concerned, maybe everyone who throws you the dirty looks are right, maybe you’re not what’s best for ivy

clarisse is ???

“ivy…. baby….. uh…. equals…. mine??? ….confused..”

but ivy overhears you and then SHE starts yelling at YOU

“EVERYONE IS SO SAD AND MAD AND I HATE IT LETS JUST BE HAPPY AND YOU GUYS STOP BEING MEAN”

ok 🫡

eventually clarisse expresses it more articulately to you than ivy can, “who cares about what anyone else thinks? i’m happy, your happy and ivy’s happy. everyone else can get punched in the face!”

IVY IS EXCITED

anyways happy family again ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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