#KICKIN MY FEET AND GIGGLING RIGHT NOW

[gaymurdersalad]

this isn’t at any of the characters but the way you make your persona with the realistic and then the drawn in things scratches my brain so well it’s so nice to look at and I just thought you needed to know

[ GAH. GAH!!!!!!

THANKYOU!! It actually took me a hot minute to figure out how I wanted to represent myself!

Then, citing my potent and absolutely mind-melting autism about the various phone men in DSaF, and my 50+ phone ocs, ahem, I figured it’d be best to stick with my stock image self. Changed from a very blue phone guy named Scotty to a very cartoony orange fucker named Chribs. Fits much better I find!!! I’m very glad you think it’s interesting to look at!!!! ]

~ Mod Chribs

[sttoru]

.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. toji can’t get his deserved rest due to his baby boy keeping him awake.

wc. 707

tags. dad!toji x female reader. nothing else to add; just pure fluff.

“he’s kickin’ me again,” toji complains with a deep sigh. tiny feet keep patting his back, not allowing the man to sleep at all. the culprit is none other than megumi—his beloved, yet bratty, son.

the little boy lays between you and your husband. you figured that this was best since megumi kept wailing each time you put him back in his crib.

you chuckle at toji’s groans of annoyance. your son is still full of energy, even if it’s already super late at night. your hand brushes against megumi’s chubby cheek and you can’t help but squeeze it lightly.

that action gains you a high-pitched squeak. you sigh and keep your child occupied with the movement of your finger against his face, “it’s his way of asking for attention, honey.”

toji grumbles something under his breath and scoots away from the both of you. megumi’s head turns towards his dad, his attention caught by the rustling of the sheets. you raise an eyebrow in response to toji putting distance between you both.

“papa’s mean,” you huff, talking to your baby. you can’t see toji’s face since his broad back is obstructing the view, though you can easily guess that he’s frowning.

maybe even secretly sulking about the lack of sleep. you do understand, however. he’s worked hard all day to provide for both megumi and you.

“papa,” megumi speaks up with an adorable pout on his lips. he crawls over to toji before you can stop him. the little boy taps at toji’s back again, tugging at the fabric of his shirt.

megumi’s need for attention and affection from his father is heartwarming to see. you reach out towards your son in hopes of picking him back up. toji needs his rest after all.

a deep sigh escapes toji’s lips. not one of frustration this time, but rather one of defeat. he opens his eyes and turns around to face megumi. the man’s stoic face softens the moment he sees those cute doe eyes staring up at him.

“c’mere,” toji grumbles and lifts his child’s tiny body up without any effort. megumi giggles instantly and reaches his hands out to hold his dad’s face. your husband playfully bites your son’s tiny fingers instead, “not gonna allow y’r dad to sleep, huh? tsk tsk.”

you watch the scene unfold with a tender smile. toji lowers his head and starts blowing raspberries against megumi’s tummy. the baby squeals and giggles uncontrollably, writhing around in toji’s embrace.

“this is what ya get for being a brat,” toji mumbles and switches to leaving kisses along the little boy’s belly. that makes megumi laugh as well due to the ticklishness.

toji grins. his earlier drowsiness and annoyance have vanished into thin air. he can’t possibly stay mad at his son. not after seeing megumi happy. and especially not after seeing your content smile too.

“mama! mama!” megumi laughs between cries of help. his tiny hand reaches out to you whilst toji continues the little attack on his tummy. you chuckle and decide to intervene.

you scoot over to the other side and shield megumi’s tiny body from your husband’s tickles. you frown and playfully scold him, “stay away from my baby, you big bad guy.”

toji raises an eyebrow in amusement. he bites back a laugh before cocking his head to the side, that familiar smug expression appearing on his face.

“oh yeah? ‘m the bad guy now, eh?” the dark-haired man rolls his eyes. he towers over both you and your son - who’s giggling and still holding tightly onto you, “all right. i’ll show you just how bad i can be then.”

your eyes widen the moment you feel toji’s fingers land underneath your shirt, touching your bare skin. not a second passes by and he’s already tickling you. his other hand reaches for megumi’s tummy again—now making the both of you squirm and giggle loudly.

the happy sounds echo throughout the room. perhaps even loud enough for your neighbours to hear at four in the morning. but, you don’t care about any possible noise complaints. not during this cozy family moment.

plus toji’s fond smile as he continues torturing you and your son is definitely worth all of it.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

hiii i love ur fics idk if ur requests are on rn but can u do a short drabble of the tiktok trend where the guy hasn't ask his gf to be his valentines day so she "put him on sale" as a joke ofc but she's like

BF FOR SALE ($3.50)

- amazing cook

-crusty feet

- will buy anything u want

any character is fine but i would love katsuki or shoto!!

LMFAOOOO this is for sure the funniest ask ive gotten yet😭😭😭 this is so cute !! and very long overdue I apologize writer block devil was rlly kickin my ass😞 valentines been over but yk i had to write this ! i was rlly hesitating between writing for shoto or katsuki and then i realized i could write for BOTH OF THEM!! and so i did ! i tried honoring your request as best i could, hope you like it <3 !

no pronouns mentioned, pure tooth rotting nasty fluff, use of petnames (my love for shoto and sweets, babe and idiot (lol) for katsuki), katsuki is an asshat but when isn’t he, shy katsuki, shoto is a bit of an airhead, kissing, biting, reader is petty asl lol, lemme know if i missed something else !

todoroki shoto ♥︎

“yn, my love.”

“yes, shoto ?”

the corners of shoto’s mouth pull into a tiny frown at the usage of his first name. no baby, no hun, not even sho. just shoto.

“did i do something to upset you ?” he asks carefully from his spot at the foot of your dorm bed he seems to be stuck at, he can’t bring himself to move until he knows if you’re actually mad at him, and he has an inkling you are.

you look up at him for no longer than a second then look back down at your phone screen “what makes you think that ?” you question back nonchalantly.

“you posted something on your tiktok account..” shoto doesn’t have a clue how to have this conversation with you and it makes him a little nervous, he regrets not going to izuku for advice after all.

“mhmmmm~” you hum, urging him to continue knowing damn well you know what he’s going to say. you wanted to hear him say it himself.

you know shoto’s had no previous relationships before you so these type of things probably don’t mean as much to him as they do to you, but doesn’t everyone want their boyfriends to ask them to be their valentine ? you sure do, and your boyfriend hadn’t asked you to be his yet, so as petty as you know you were being at the time you posted the tiktok he’s no doubt here for right now.

shoto feels like a criminal on trial desperately trying to plead his case with you being the judge. tentatively, he asks “ you said you were..putting me up for sale ?”

immediately it’s like a switch had been flipped. you place your phone down onto your bed next to you, shoto wishes he could take your phone’s place. you cross your leg over the other and bring your hands together like a super villain revealing their master plan “yes. yes i did.”

“oh.”

silence. nothing.

shoto tried—he’s trying. he’s trying so insanely hard to make sense of everything that is you but he simply can’t. he breaks eye contact to think of more to ask but his attention is quickly pulled back to you when he hears you whine.

“uuuuughhh shotoooo~” you moan, throwing your head back against the headboard. “you’re not supposed to say ‘oh’ !” you’re face changes from grumpy to deadpan as you lower your voice slightly to try and mimic him. on any other day this would’ve made him laugh but he’s beyond lost at this point. he clears his throat before speaking again.

“ i don’t know what i’m supposed to say—or what i did for you to want to sell me.” he thinks “and for 3 dollars at that.”

you let out a laugh when you process his words and shoto’s shoulders magically feel lighter at the sound. carefully, he slides a little closer to the side of your bed so he can stand at your bedside. little by little. you pretend you don't notice.

"it's what you deserve for not askin' me to be your valentine."

the secret’s finally out and you get to see how the cog wheels in his head are starting to turn in real time, it has you holding back a giggle when he looks up at you like a deer in headlights.

“is that..why you were mad ?” you nod, humming out a playful mhmm

“ya really hurt my feelings you know ? to think my own boyfriend wouldn’t ask me” you clench your fist over your heart and fake sob dramatically.

shoto huffs out a laugh, relieved to see you’re not actually mad, and goes to sit down on your bed. he tentatively reaches for your hand and squeezes it twice when you let him hold it. before bringing it up to his lips and placing a sweet little kiss to it. it feels as if pop rocks are going off inside of you.

“ i’m sorry for not asking you to be my valentine.” he apologizes, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing your hand “ i was thinking i should’ve, but i didn’t want you to think it was weird since we’re already dating.” his thumb goes to run over your fingers “ i was worried me being too intense would scare you off.” he mumbles.

your eyebrows furrow, you lean towards him to make him look at you “ you wouldn’t scare me off, who told you that ?”

“kaminari. he said ‘coming on too strong scares away the babes.’ ” shoto quotes

you sigh. of course it was that bigmouth portable charger filling his head with this stuff.

you pull your hand out of his grasp and he looks up to protest but you grab his face in your hands before he can say anything, you can practically see him start melting at the contact as he blinks at you slowly, he reminds you of a cat.

“sho” you purr, rubbing his cheeks “ rule number one is never ever listening to kaminari’s dating advice. most of the time it is very wrong.” you explain.

shoto presses his mouth to the palm of your hand “yeah, i’m starting to regret that now.” he speaks into it, you snort. he leans in closer to press a sweet kiss to your lips and you reciprocate, pressing a few more kisses on his lips for good measure “ i’m really sorry for not asking you.” he says in between pecks. you hum in response to him placing even more kisses all around your face. “s’okay. i’m also kinda sorry for putting you up for sale.” you say, running your fingers through his hair while he places kisses on your shoulder.

he lifts his head up to look at you then, an eyebrow raised with an amused expression on his face “kinda sorry ?” he asks.

you nod “mhm. kinda sorry.”

he chuckles to himself, then gets up so he can climb into bed next to you. when he’s positioned how he likes it, with his head in your lap while you comb through his hair with your fingers, he sighs peacefully “well, it wasn’t all bad. i’m glad you think i’m a good cook.”

“what about the crusty feet ?”

“i’m choosing to ignore that part.” shoto smirks lightly to himself when he hears you laugh at his joke, clearly proud of himself for it. “and i will buy you anything you want, to make it up to you.”

“i don’t need you to buy me anything, sho” you roll your eyes with a lovesick smile “ all you gotta do is ask.”

he blinks up at you, looks off the the side as if he’s deep in thought, and suddenly gets off your lap to sit right in front of you. you never think you’ll get over how pretty your boyfriend is and being reminded of it with how close he is to you makes you flustered. he leans in to kiss you passionately and you don’t know if it’s the love he pours into it or the lack of air that has you so dizzy, you don’t dwell on it.

when he pulls away he’s looking at you like you hung up the stars in the sky and he simply, almost shyly smiles at you and asks.

“ will you be my valentine ?”

bakugou katsuki ♥︎

you did not expect katsuki to come barging into your dorm room five minutes after you’d posted your tiktok. the loud sound of someone banging on your door and proceeding to let themselves in seconds later causes you to let out a squeak.

in comes katsuki, phone tightly clutched in his hand and the moment his eyes zeroed on you he’s like a bull charging at a red flag. he stands right in front of you, angry frown on display before he shoves his phone in your face.

“explain this. now.” he growls, you have to hold back a laugh, keeping your face as calm as possible you look between him, his screen then back at your phone.

“what’s confusing about it ? i thought i was being pretty straight forward.”

his eye twitches. “why the hell did you put me up for sale ?! and for three dollars and fifty fuckin’ cents ?!” he exclaims, you can’t help the snort that bursts out of you, though katsuki doesn’t look as amused as you are.

“explain.” he deadpans.

“i think you can figure it out.” you shrug back.

he mutters insults to himself that you can’t catch “well obviously fuckin’ not, cus I wouldn’t be askin’ you if i did.” you simply shrug and look back at your phone. “i wrote it in the caption.”

it takes him a second to process then he’s tapping his password and opening the clock app at super sonic speed. his eyebrows furrow and you see him tapping away at his phone. his eyes widen when he reads your caption and he looks down at you with a mix of desperation and disbelief.

“you’re mad cus I didn’t ask you to be my valentine ?” your bratty huff and turn to the side as you shrug again is all the answer he needs. he looks at you for about 5 seconds longer then sighs.

he sits down on your bed and keeps staring. katsuki bakugou hates a lot of things and one of those things is you ignoring him. a warm hand on your ankle startles you and you can’t even ask him what he’s doing before your being yanked towards him. you squeal, almost missing the smirk on his face or the huff of laughter at your reaction. almost though, so you glare at him. katsuki looms over you until your noses almost touch, then you turn away with a huff. he chuckles, pressing his lips to your neck.

“ yer such a baby, y’know that ?” he mumbles, smirking against you neck. you huff but make no effort to shrug him off “ no i’m not, jerk. is it so wrong for me to want my boyfriend to ask me to be his valentine’s ?” you grumble, trying to ignore the feel of his warm lips against your skin, it’s not working so well for you.

“s’not what i’m sayin, sweets” he nips at your earlobe “‘m sayin’ ya coulda just told me ‘stead of bein’ a baby about it.” you can’t tell if this is his way of trying to apologize. either way, you don’t want to give in just yet.

“i’m not supposed to tell you to ask me to be your valentine’s katsuki, that’s not the point~ !” you huff petulantly. you feel a but childish but, c’mon ! it’s a given to have your boyfriend as your valentine and it wouldn’t hurt your demon spawn of a boyfriend to be a little but romantic once in a while.

he playfully rolls his eyes at you “see, what’d i tell you? big baby.” leaning forward he nips at your nose making you groan and trying to push him away with your palm. katsuki being the powerhouse that he is, doesn’t budge. “ i didn’t think to ask ya cus you’re already mine. so why should i need to ask something that’s a given ?”

your heart beats faster at his words and katsuki takes his chance when he feels you loosing up more and more. suddenly he’s got your wrists in his grip, holding them above you and looking down at you with that sickeningly handsome smirk. you’re almost there, he can practically feel it.

“i—i’m..still mad at you” you stutter out weakly, your defenses are down.

“yeah ?” he taunts.

“yeah. apologize.”

he scoffs, rolling his eyes lightheartedly “why should i apologize ? you said my fuckin’ feet stink.”

“ ah, ah, ah.” you tut “don’t put words in my mouth, i said your feet were crusty.”

“yeah, thanks babe. that makes it so much better.” he sasses, you laugh “and i complimented you ! i said you were an amazing cook !”

“yeah but that ain’t a compliment, ‘ts a fact.” he says matter of factly, you’re eyes threaten to get stuck at the back of your skull with how hard you roll them and he snickers.

he dives in and steals a kiss, and then another one when you don’t stop him. when he pulls away to catch his breath, ready to steal another kiss you stop him by placing your hand on his chest. he looks down at you questioningly and you give him a raised brow in response. he groans.

“fine. m’sorry” he concedes quietly

“foooorrr ?” you urge.

he narrows his eyes at you as if saying “don’t push it” but swallows his words down “ for not askin’ you to be my valentine’s or whatever the fuck” he shoves his now hot face into your neck and mumbles “now quit bein’ all pissed at me.”

you’re happy enough with that, so you wrap your arms around his neck, one of your hands creeping up his nape and into his hair. he sighs contentedly, clearly enjoying the attention you’re giving him.

“thank you. i’m also sorry for saying you have crusty feet.” hearing him scoff at the accusation makes you giggle “and for putting you up for sale.” he hums, happy with your apology.

“..kinda.”

“oi.” he warns. you giggle in response continuing your ministrations in his hair.

“you still haven’t asked me so..” you trail off. he lifts his head up to look at you with a blond eyebrow raised.

“ does this valentine shit really matter that much to you ?” he asks.

you respond immediately “yes.” nodding aggressively to make your point.

he sighs, shaking his head. he looks at you, then looks off to the side in embarrassment, he can be so cute when he wants to be. steeling his nerves he looks you straight in the eyes. fearless with fierce red cheeks and all.

“b-be my valentine, idiot..”

[dwntwn-strnlo]

Omg for the gentleness prompts!! What about excuses where matt brushes his thumb over readers lips to wipe something off and they just kiss after that

Props if they were only before friends too 🤍

YES FINALLY ive been waiting for someone to request a prompt 🙏🙏 thank you sm for the request! love you ❤️

GENTLENESS PROMPT LINK

EXCUSES matt sturniolo

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, dwntwn-strnlo.

↳ 𝐀/𝐍. this is so sweet im gonna cry, giggling and kickin my feet tbh

↳ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. matthew sturniolo x reader

↳ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. request!

↳ 𝐑���𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃? yes!

you and matt stand comfortably in the kitchen. you both were craving italian, but were too tired to actually go out of your ways to cook. so you went and picked up olive garden, and now face each other.

matts stood against the island, and youre leaning against the counter next to the stove.

the conversation bouncing between you wouldn't be anything memorable to someone else, but you find every conversation with your best friend to be something that will constantly linger.

looking away from the bowl of pasta you hold in your hand, you look at matt. you noticed he was staring a few seconds ago, but wanted to see if it was just a quick glance or if he was genuinely staring at you.

your eyes meet and you give him a quick smile, watching as his face turns red and he looks down at your lips for just a second. meeting your eyes again.

"there's uh, something on your lip." he mumbles, waving his hand in front of his face, gesturing at his mouth.

"oh, shit, thanks." you laugh, running the back of your hand over your mouth in an attempt to get it off.

matt lightly chuckles, "no, right there," he says, again pointing at his own lip.

you wipe at it again, "did i get it now?"

matt runs something through his mind rather than responding to you, searching your eyes as if you knew what he was about to do. he sighs, placing down his bowl before taking a few cautious steps in your direction.

you cock your brow, staring at him with interest.

he still doesn't speak, instead lifting his hand you to your face. gently pressing his thumb to your lip. your eyes lock before he drags his thumb over your lower lip, swiping away the small bit of food. butterflies quickly swarm your stomach, heat rising in your chest.

"there," he says, dropping his hand. but still, he keeps his eyes on yours. the entrancing diamond blue color of his sweet gaze, seething deep into your head. ripping you away from your senseless look on reality.

"matt..." you whisper, your voice dropping lower in anticipation, the tiniest shadow of a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

"y/n..."

you reach down to grab his hand, pulling it back up to your cheek. once its rested on the nick of your jaw, you move your hand away, cupping his face. "matt..." you repeat again, biting down lightly on your lower lip to fight back a smile.

his eyes flicker hesitantly to your lips, and back up to your eyes. hesitating for just a second longer before leaning down. pulling you into a kiss which youve been waiting for, for forever.

the kiss is slow, dangerously, annoyingly, slow. but yet, its perfect. more than you could've ever asked for, really.

matt pulls away, but staying close enough to leave his hand on your neck, and press his forehead against yours.

"im glad that you finally grew some balls and kissed me." you laugh, still speaking in a light whisper.

"im glad you're glad because i was worried you'd be upset when i told you there was nothing on your lip." his voice is heavy and honey coated.

you smile, "fuck you," you mumble, pulling him back to your lips. connecting him with another, sickening slow kiss.

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[robbie-lee-zombie]

mini ficlet I got inspired to do ( @fluffymary )

When the gang of smiling critters have a sleepover, you better believe they go big or go home.

Kickin was the first to pass out after the movie, hanging halfway off the couch at the start, but eventually slumped to the floor at an odd angle and still hadn't stirred. Crafty and Bearhug aren't far behind as they both yawn, drifting off on the far left of the couch, holding onto one another. Hoppy, Bubba and Piggy were huddled in their own pile on the other end, looking uncomfortable to anyone else but snoring all the while.

What about our final two?

One of our sweet little friends was having a horrible dream. Horrible enough to leave him panting when he awoke, checking around the living room frantically for any monsters that might still be lurking in the dark. Dogday knew he was being silly, but it still got to him, he just knew something was coming for him! Something waiting to come out and grab him, something to steal him away and no one would ever find him again-

"Hey, hey, it's okay. Look at me. Just keep your eyes on me, okay, pup?"

One, a night owl, someone who sleeps in the day because he guards the night. He protects his family, his friends, while they're vulnerable, so they have nothing to fear. Right now, his closest friend - his partner - had something to fear. Catnap couldn't have that.

"I couldn't run away- it hurt so much, Catnap-"

"Shh, shshh I know sunspot, you don't have to explain. I'm here. You're safe here."

A few beats of silence pass. Then, Catnap got an idea.

"I got it." Catnap lifts Dogday's chin to look him in the eyes more clearly. Smiling, sweetly, he whispers. "You want to hear a lullaby?"

Immediately Dogday's face starts to feel hot and he's pulling on his right ear, twirling and picking at the fur in a nervous fidget. His tail starts thumping behind him. "You- What if- You don't have to, I'll be-" Dogday whines a little. Embarrassed. Excited. Eager.

"Let me try that again."

Dogday's sputtering was immediately halted by Catnap's purring. He could feel it in his touch, in his paws any time he held Dogday's cheeks in his hands, it was a soft rumbling under the skin. It was soothing. "May I sing you a lullaby, sweet pup?"

Dogday willed his tail to stop wagging for a moment to respond seriously. He nodded. "Yes. Please."

Their positions are shifted to have Dogday leaning on Catnap's chest, slouching comfortably in case he were to fall asleep sooner than anticipated, which Cat had already dubbed in his mind would be no time at all. Dogday's tail wags without his permission, but neither of them mention it.

Catnap's claws make quick work of Dogday's ears, scratching at the base. Enough to tickle, enough to squirm and smile so wide Dogday's cheeks start to hurt, but not enough to laugh. Meanwhile, Catnap's tail traces along each of Dogday's toes that are tucked under the blankets. "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star~"

Dogday knew what lullaby this was. It's kept between them purely for Dogday's dignity and from dying of embarrassment. Not because they'd tickle the life out of him.

"How I wonder what you are~"

But because of how well it works. Plus, Catnap isn't the first one to go around bragging about his own singing voice as it is, he'd never hear the end of it.

"Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky~"

"Wahahait!!"

"Dogday, you made me mess up the song, now I'll have to start over..."

"No! Nonononohoho don't stahahart over, please-" "Well, maybe I won't have to start over... If you can tell me where my tail left off?"

"Y-Your tahahail?"

"Yes, giggle pup, I need to know where my tail was on the last verse, so I can pick up where it left off. I can't recall..."

As Catnap whispers aloud, his tail sweeps up and down Dogday's soles. Dogday throws his head side to side, trying his best to keep his giggling to a minimum, but the faster that appendage swipes, the more restless Dogday gets.

"Was it along your soles, those bright suns on your feet? While we said "Up above the world" or was it-" His tail switches to sliding between his toes. "Between your poor little toes, as we said "Like a diamond in the sky"?"

Catnap knows this. Catnap loves this.

Dogday could hardly pay attention as Catnap's tail was sawing between his toes. Before he was even aware of his own actions, Dogday was squeezing one of Catnap's hands in his own, bracing himself on whatever willpower he had to not fight Catnap's attack. The other hand was frantic, pawing at the ground, his own torso in a self hug, hiding his face, he couldn't decide what made it better worse.

"Dihihiamond!! You were on diamohohohond!!!"

"Ah, that's right! Thank you so much, my little tickle pup, I knew I could count on you~"

As much as the lullaby felt like it droned on for hours, it really was helping. It was quiet enough between the two of them that this moment never had to be seen by anyone else, it was a special time that let them hold onto one another, to laugh away the nightmares. Catnap's song was eventually interjected with his red smoke - with Dogday's consent being the agreement to the lullaby in the first place, they established that ages ago.

That's what really knocks Dogday out, but Catnap likes to wait as long as he can to use it, just to savor in Dogday's bright smile and pink face just a little while longer.

"A pretty orange and pink sunrise, just for me alone."

As the sun rises in the windows through the curtains, Catnap finally falls asleep.

[mayflowers515]

Random Scenario #1: The Living Traffic Light

Just thought of this because these three literally are the colors of a traffic light. I hope you enjoy!

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Crafty: Thank you for deciding to model for me guys!

Bobby: Of course, Crafty!

Kickin: It's no problem really. I'd like to think I make a pretty rad model, so hit me up anytime you want a good-looking fella as your model again, K?

Hoppy: *rolls eyes* Oh, don't get too over your head, Kicks. It's ONE time. And we're just getting started.

Kickin: Aight, whatever. Was just sayin'. Sooo, what's the prompt, princess?

Crafty: I was thinking you guys could tower on top of each other to look like this! *shows them a painting of a traffic light*

Bobby: A traffic light?

Crafty: Mhm! Seeing you guys side by side made me think of that. Do you like it?

Hoppy: I mean... I guess, but did you only decide on that just because of our colors?

Crafty: *looks down shyly* Maybe a little bit- *looks back up quickly* But that's not the only reason! Your traits made me think of each color on a traffic light, too!

Bobby: Ooh, you really think that? How so?

Crafty: Bobby, you remind me of a red light because you always encourage us to stop and think through our feelings.

Bobby: Oh yeah. I see what you mean, Crafty!

Crafty: Kickin, you remind me of a yellow light because you like to take things slow when it comes to finishing things. Okay, maybe that isn't TOO good of a reason, but...

Kickin: Hmm? I can sorta see that. Clever thinking, princess.

Crafty: And Hoppy, you're the definition of a green light! You're always going into life head first and whenever you see a chance to keep going, you take it!

Hoppy: Hey you're right! I am like that aren't I?

Crafty: Mhm! I can't wait to make you guys look like a traffic light. It'll be so cool!

Hoppy: Hold up, are you going to paint us as an actual traffic light?

Crafty: No no... I'm not sure how I would go about that... Maybe I'll at least add something extra to the background though. You know, to make it more thematic...

Kickin: Alright, do what you need. *points at self* This dude's ready to strike a pose!

Hoppy: Okay, I'm green light, so I'm carryin' you guys!

Bobby: Will you be okay trying to lift up both of us, Hoppy?

Hoppy: Don't worry. I can hold you two just fine! Watch!

*Hoppy is gesturing Kickin to put his feet on her hands*

Kickin: U-uh... Y-you sure you got this?

Hoppy: What? Afraid I'm gonna drop you or something?

Kickin: Um, n-no! I DID say I was looking forward to this, wasn't I?

Hoppy: Alright... I believe you. *adds quickly* For now. *lifts Kickin up by his feet*

Kickin: *is a little startled* Woah!

Hoppy: Feeling steady?

Kickin: *processing his position and sighs with relief* Yep. Feelin' steady! Thanks, Hops!

Bobby: Oh, but how am I supposed to get up? I don't think I'll be able to climb up to you guys like this...

Hoppy: Oh, shoot- Didn't think about that. Sorry.

Crafty: I can help you get up there, Bobby. I'll just use my horn!

Bobby: Oh, really?

Crafty: Mhm, at least I can try to... Kickin, get ready to catch her by the feet once she lands!

Kickin: At your service!

Crafty: *slowly levitates Bobby*

Bobby: Ooh, I'm flying!

Crafty: Alright, steady... steady... Almost there...

*levitation starts to wear off, but just in time for Kickin to catch Bobby by her feet*

Bobby: Oof!

Kickin: Gotcha!

Crafty: Phew... That could've ended badly. Are you doing okay up there, Bobby?

Bobby: Mhm! That was a nice ride, Crafty! Thank you!

Crafty: *giggles* It's nothing. ...Okay, now that you guys are in position, time to paint!

Hoppy: Alright, I just need to make sure... How long will I be holding these guys for?

Crafty: Oh, it hopefully shouldn't take too long. Though I do like making the details stand out... so... Well... *blushes a bit* A-actually, it might take a little while... *says quickly* Sorry...

Hoppy: A bit of a challenge then, huh? Okay, I can handle it! Just don't take a SUPER long time and we'll be good.

Crafty: O-okay...

*after some time has passed*

Bobby: Are you guys doing okay down there? It's been a little bit now...

Kickin: Never been better, BB. *looks down at ground and shudders* Never been better... W-what about you, Hops?

Hoppy: S-still holding up! No worries about me!

Kickin: You sure about that? Looks like you're struggling a bit there.

Bobby: Are you sure you're okay?

Hoppy: Yep, I'm sure! You guys aren't THAT heavy, so I'll be fine~.

Kickin: Hmm, should I REALLY trust that? I mean, your grip does seem a bit shakier than it was earlier. It would be such a shame if you dropped us right about now. *says quietly with a hint of fear* A real shame...

Hoppy: Oh please. You're only saying this because you're worried I might drop you. You'll be just fine, Chicken.

Kickin: *in a playful tone, offended* Heyyy, I'm no chicken! You take that back right now!

Hoppy: But you ARE a chicken aren't you? How am I supposed to take it back when you're right there, huh?

Bobby: *in a playful tone* You guys... Don't try to argue with each other down there or you might just make me fall over! *giggles*

Kickin: Oh no need to worry your little head, BB. That's not happenin' any time soon. Riight, Hopsotch? Right?

Hoppy: Oh, won't you two quit it? Nothing will make me drop you guys! Not now! Not ever! We're all in this together after all!

Crafty: *sighs and speaks to self* You guys really are like a living traffic light, aren't you?

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Got inspired to make this after I saw posts about this trio, and I agree. As a group, they're underrated af

(The two goofballs who share a brain cell meanwhile the friend trying to keep hold of them both; literally these three)

This is the first written scenario I made for the Critters. Please let me know what you guys think!

❤️💛💚

[puppyie-innit]

hewo everyone!! dis is my firs ever time participatin in t-wordtober. i hope you guys like it, will do my best to keep up wif it! the characters thruout dis month will be based off of @jogabsha @jogabsha2 an me! buh yeh, enjoooyy!!!)

t-wordtober day 1: “Ready?”

It was a lazy afternoon, the kind where the sun’s warmth poured through the windows and made everythin’ feel cozy and slow. Puppy was curled up on the couch, her small frame lookin’ even smaller with the way she was huggin' her stuffed animal. Her eyes were heavy with sleep, and she was driftin' in and out of dreamland when she suddenly felt a presence loomin' over her.

Dino, her big brother, stood there with a playful grin, his arms crossed as he watched his sleepy little sis. She looked so peaceful, but Dino was in the mood for somethin’ a bit more fun. He crouched down beside her, his shadow fallin’ over her face, blockin’ the sunlight.

"Pup, you awake?" Dino asked in a soft, teasin’ tone.

Puppy groaned a little, rubbin’ her eyes and peekin’ up at him. "Mmm, kinda," she mumbled, not really wantin’ to leave the comfort of her nap. Her voice was all sleepy and soft, makin' her sound even more like a little pup.

Dino smirked, knowin' exactly what he was about to do. He reached out and lightly poked her tummy. "Are you sure you're awake?" he teased, his finger trailin' up her side, makin’ her squirm just a little.

Puppy blinked her eyes open fully now, already feelin' a slight tingle where he touched. She knew that look in his eyes. It was the look he got when he was about to turn her world upside down with tickles. Her eyes widened just a bit, and she shook her head. "N-Nooo, Dino, I'm sleepy," she protested, curlin' up even tighter like a little ball.

Dino chuckled low in his throat, his hand hoverin' just above her belly now. "Sleepy, huh? Well, that’s too bad, 'cause I’ve got somethin’ real fun planned, lil' one," he cooed, his voice takin' on that sing-song baby talk that made Puppy’s heart race.

He wiggled his fingers just inches from her tummy, watchin' her eyes dart to his hand. “Puppy, are ya ready?” he asked, leanin’ in closer, his grin growin’ wider. The question hung in the air, teasin' her as her breath caught in her throat.

Puppy shook her head quickly, her cheeks flushin' as she squirmed under his gaze. "No, no, Dino, I’m not ready!" she squeaked, tryin’ to pull the blanket over her as a shield.

But it was too late. Dino's hand shot forward, and before Puppy could do anythin' about it, his fingers danced across her belly, wrigglin’ and ticklin' with just enough pressure to make her burst into giggles instantly.

“Ohhh, I think ya are ready! Ready for the tickle monster!” Dino teased, his voice high and playful like he was talkin’ to a tiny pup. His fingers moved faster now, explorin' every inch of her belly and sides, sendin' waves of ticklish sensations through her.

Puppy’s giggles exploded from her mouth, high-pitched and uncontrollable. She tried to curl up tighter, but Dino's hands were relentless, findin' every little ticklish spot he knew would drive her crazy. “Dinooo! Nooo! I wasn’t ready!” she managed to squeal between her fits of laughter, her feet kickin' against the couch.

Dino laughed, enjoyin’ how helpless and squirmy she was. “Oh, but ya look ready to me! Look at that smile! I think ya were just pretendin' to be sleepy, huh?” he teased, movin’ his fingers up to her ribs now, diggin’ in just enough to make her buck against the cushions.

Puppy’s laughter got louder, and she shook her head wildly, tryin’ to escape his tickly grip. “Nuh-uh! I’m sleepy! I’m sleepy!” she giggled, her voice breakin’ from laughin' so hard.

Dino just shook his head, teasin' her more. "Nooo, silly puppy, sleepy pups don’t giggle like this. Only ticklish ones do!" His fingers danced faster, findin' a sweet spot right at her sides that made her squeal.

“Diiinooo!” Puppy’s face was bright red now, tears of laughter in her eyes as she tried to grab his hands and stop the tickles, but it was no use. Dino was too fast, too strong, and he wasn’t about to stop just yet.

"Oh, what’s that? You want more?" Dino teased, switchin' tactics and wrigglin' his fingers under her arms now, hittin' a whole new level of ticklishness.

Puppy screamed with laughter, her arms flailin', her body twistin' and turnin' as she tried to wriggle free. "Nooo! Nooo! Not more! Not more!" she giggled, her voice gettin' higher and squeakier the more he tickled.

Dino’s grin grew wider. "Not more? Hmm, that’s not what I heard, kiddo. I think I heard ya say more tickles for Puppy!" He added a few babyish raspberries to her tummy, which made her squeal and kick even harder, her giggles reachin' a fever pitch.

Puppy was beside herself now, her whole body wiggling and squirming as Dino kept up his relentless tickle attack. She could barely breathe between her giggles, tears rollin' down her cheeks from laughin' so hard. "Dinooo! P-Please! No more, no more!" she begged through her laughter.

Dino finally slowed down, givin' her a break, but he wasn’t done teasin' her just yet. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered in that sweet baby talk tone, “Aw, my lil' Puppy is soooo ticklish, isn’t she? Ya just can’t handle it, huh?”

Puppy was pantin', tryin' to catch her breath as she wiped the tears from her eyes. "N-No… I can’t," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper between her giggles.

Dino chuckled softly and gave her a gentle pat on the head. "That’s what I thought. But don’t worry, little sister. The tickle monster will be back soon. Better get real ready next time," he teased, boopin' her nose before finally lettin' her go.

Puppy, still gigglin' softly, pulled her blanket up to her chin, tryin' to hide from him. But even though she was worn out from laughin', a small smile remained on her face.

[theeoriginals]

CHAPTER TWO:

ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD

“where you lead me,” i said. “i’ll follow.” he laughed. “baby. baby. baby. i love you. and i’m going to build us a table and a whole lot of folks going to be eating off it for a long, long time to come.” - james baldwin, if beale street could talk

summary: the millers ring in the new year, and then celebrate sarah's birthday. joel decides he wants to settle down with blue.

warnings: the last chapter of just fluff lmao, enjoy

baby blue series masterlist

DECEMBER 31, 2002 / JANUARY 1, 2003

“Five minutes!” Sarah’s gleeful call echoed through the house, and the three adults chuckled at her excitement. 

Joel lifts his beer up, drinking the last bits of it before it gets too warm for him to enjoy. His arm tightens where it’s wrapped around Blue’s waist and she lets him pull her impossibly closer, a laugh in her voice as she and Tommy bicker back and forth. 

“Oh, come on, Miss Blue, you have to start the new year off with a kiss for good luck!” 

“And you think my good luck will come from you?” She questions incredulously, wrinkles crinkling in her face from the wide spread of her grin. “How many girls do you use that line on, huh?” 

Tommy waved a hand, smirking at the eye roll he earns from his brother. “Only you, Miss Blue, you’re the apple of my eye, the fire in my–”

“Alright now, Shakespeare,” Joel cuts in, giving his brother a faux-stern look that makes Sarah giggle. “She’ll be gettin’ a good luck kiss from someone who hasn’t spread his luck around the whole city of Austin.” 

Tommy’s jaw drops and Blue laughs loudly, the sound bouncing around the walls of the home that’s warm with the love they all have for each other. 

“Two minutes, guys,” Sarah reminds them, wiggling her way in between her father and Blue. They move easily enough, giving her the space she needs to fit amongst them. “My teacher says that a New Years kiss means you’ll find love that year,” 

“Your teacher is right, babydoll,” Blue lays a hand on Sarah’s head, tilting her head back so she’s looking up at them. “But even if you don’t get a kiss, you’ll still have plenty of lovin’ to go around.” 

Sarah smiles, but her attention is quickly torn away by the countdown beginning on the TV screen. “Look, look!” 

“We’re lookin’, baby,” Joel lays his free hand on her shoulder, sharing a smile with Blue as the timer ticked down, and the giant crowd gathered in New York on the TV began cheering as the ball dropped with each passing second.

“Ten, nine, eight,” 

“I’m saying it now, y’all, 2003 is going to be the year of the Millers. We’re kickin’ ass and takin’ names,” Blue raises a fist, earning a supportive cheer from Tommy and Sarah.

“Five, four, three, two– Happy New Year!” The four people called out over the raucous cheer from the television, and Joel leaned over Sarah’s frame to kiss Blue, the two of them smiling into it. 

Pulling apart, they shared a look before they leaned down and started kissing Sarah’s face all over, making the girl break into uncontrollable giggles. 

“Stop it, stop it!” 

Joel looks at his daughter’s flushed face, seeing her preen under the affection. “That should be enough love and luck to last you ten years, don’t you think, Blue?”

“At least ten, I think.” The woman wrapped an arm around Sarah’s shoulders and the teenager rested against her side. “She’ll be takin’ over the world before we know it.” 

“I don’t wanna take over the world,” Sarah shakes her head, scrunching her face up slightly. 

“Oh, really?” Tommy raises a brow at his niece. “Why not?” 

The girl shrugs and looks from her uncle to her dad, to Blue. “I’d rather just stay here with you guys.” 

Joel sighs, lifting a hand to cup his daughter’s cheek fondly. “You can do whatever you want, baby. You got all the time in the world.”

The night wound down shortly after the clock struck twelve, and Tommy ended up on the couch with his feet hanging over the end of it while Joel cleaned up as quietly as possible. Blue took it upon herself to help Sarah into bed, tucking the girl in as she faded into a sweet sleep. 

Leaning over the girl, she pressed a kiss to her forehead, smiling when Sarah leaned into the touch. “Goodnight, babydoll. Sleep tight, and don’t let the bedbugs bite.” 

“Blue?” Sarah mumbles, sleepy eyes looking up at her in question. “Are you gonna be my mom now that you’re moving in with us?” 

The woman stills, looking at the open bedroom door and suddenly wishing Joel were there to handle this delicate question. Clearing her throat, Blue smiled softly. “You already have a mama, Sarah.” 

Sarah shakes her head slightly, brows furrowing. “Yeah, but she left my dad. I don’t even remember her, and dad never talks about her, but Uncle Tommy says she wasn’t right for dad, not like you are. So, I want you to be my mom.”  

“Oh, babydoll,” Letting out a somewhat shaky sigh, Blue smiles. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be, alright? As long as it’s okay with you and your daddy, I’ll be anything you want me to, even your mama.”

“Dad loves you,” She says, matter-of-factly. “And so do I. Do you love us?” 

“‘Course I do, Sarah. Both of you– so much. I think I’m gonna love you for a long, long time. Long as y’all let me, that is.” 

Sarah smiles then, sleepy and content as Blue smooths her blankets out again and switches on the small night light on her nightstand. “Night, Blue.” 

“Night, Sarah. Sweet dreams.” 

─────

JULY 20, 2003

“The birthday girl gets what the birthday girl wants, and your birthday girl wants pancakes,” Blue looked at a tired-looking Joel, quirking a brow when he rubbed his hands over his face, the early hour on a Sunday morning making him wish he was back in bed with Blue, still asleep. “So get up and go to the store before she wakes up.” 

“The store?” He echoes incredulously. “I don’t even like pancakes, baby, I’m not goin’ to the store at 7am on a Sunday!” 

Blue sets her hand on her hip, giving him a narrow-eyed once over. “You better hope we got all the shit to make pancakes, otherwise you’re explainin’ to my babydoll why she doesn’t have pancakes on her fourteenth birthday.” 

Joel groaned softly, smashing his face back into his pillow as Blue turned on her heel and walked out of the room, heading for the kitchen. He gets up slowly, ignoring the persistent creak of his bones and aches in his muscles as he makes his way for the kitchen, bypassing Sarah’s bedroom door that was still shut, only reaffirming the fact that Blue was up far too early. 

“Blue, what are you doin’?” 

She looks at him over her shoulder, gesturing to the small mess she’s managed to make in the five minutes it took him to get out of bed. “I’m makin’ buttermilk pancakes, what’s it look like?” 

“It looks like there was a tornado in my kitchen,” 

“Your kitchen,” She scoffs as he comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and dropping his head into the slope of her neck, still holding onto the last remnants of sleep despite knowing there’s no way he’s making it back to bed. “The other night you said it was my kitchen, and it had to be clean in order for me to use it.” 

“Yeah, but that was just so Sarah would do her chores.” 

Blue makes a noise of amusement as she slowly mixes in the concoction of dry ingredients. “Get me the vanilla extract– and the cinnamon, please. Since it’s your kitchen, Master Chef. And keep your hands to yourself, you can’t scar your daughter on her birthday.”

“Oh, Lord,” Joel groans, stoutly not moving from his place draped around Blue. “She’s seen worse. Heard worse from Tommy,” 

“I can’t believe you just used your brother as an excuse to grope me in the kitchen,” 

“What are you guys doing?” 

Blue and Joel both startle, Joel stepping back from Blue as they snap around to face Sarah standing in the entryway to the kitchen with a sleepy frown on her face. 

Clearing her throat, Blue points a finger at him accusingly. “Your dad wouldn’t go to the store to get pancake mix, so I’m making ‘em homemade for you.” 

“I can’t believe you just threw me under the bus like that–” 

“Do we have chocolate chips?” Sarah grins excitedly, cutting her dad off as she bounds towards them, exhaustion suddenly nowhere to be found. “I want chocolate chips, and whipped cream!” 

Joel grunts as Sarah throws herself against him, hugging his waist tightly, but he quickly recovers and squeezes her as tight as he can without hurting her. “It just might be your lucky day, because we have chocolate chips and whipped cream.” 

Blue shares a secret look with Joel, smiling at the girl’s excitement. “And you know, I think there might be a present for you in the livin' room, but you’ll have to go check.” 

“A present? Is it a car?!” 

“A car?” Joel echoes incredulously as Sarah pulls back, meeting his look of shock expectantly. “You’re fourteen, not twenty!” 

“I’m getting a car before I turn twenty, Dad,” 

“Not with that attitude.” 

“Blue!” Sarah whines, turning to look at the woman who’s hiding a smile behind her hand. “Tell him that I’m getting a car before I turn twenty.” 

Blue shakes her head, holding her hands up in surrender. “I am not getting in the middle of this. All I can tell you is that a car definitely does not fit in our living room, so you might be disappointed.” 

Sarah feigns an eye roll and Joel pushes her back, pointing a finger in the direction of the living room. “Go get your present while Blue finishes these pancakes for you,” 

The teenager does as told, scurrying off to the living room before she comes back with the gift bag in tow. “Can I open it now?” 

Joel nods, and Sarah pulls the tissue paper out of the bag, her smile growing as she pulls out a folded shirt, the shark-tooth necklace tucked into it, and a set of earrings. 

“Earrings?” She frowns, looking at her dad. “My ears aren’t pierced.” 

He crosses his arms over his chest, heaving a sigh as he looks between his daughter and Blue. “Blue and I have talked about it–”

“More like I had to bribe you,” 

“We talked about it,” He huffs, earning a cheeky wink from the woman. “And if you still want to, she’s gonna take you to get your ears pierced today.” 

Sarah’s eyes widen and she grins, looking at her dad. “For real? You’re gonna let me pierce my ears?” 

“If you want to,” 

“If I want to, he says,” Sarah mocks. “Like I haven’t asked you every day since I was twelve!” 

“Well, I finally got him on board,” Blue leans against the counter, looking at Sarah. “So we’re goin’ out for lunch, and then we’re goin’ to get ‘em done, and when we get home we’ll have dinner and cake, and you can have the rest of your presents.” 

Sarah launches herself at the two adults, wrapping her arms around them to the best of her ability, making them both chuckle. “This is the best birthday ever,” 

“Just wait for your sixteenth when you actually get that car you’re talkin’ about,” 

“Alright, that’s enough now,” 

“Dad!” 

───── 

AUGUST 15, 2003

"Dad,"

Joel ignores the whispered call from his daughter, his nervous hand turning the lit candle ever so slightly in the middle of the table.

"Dad!"

Joel whips around, looking at Sarah with wide eyes. "What?!"

"She just pulled in the driveway."

"Shit," He curses, backing away from the carefully set table for three. It's the nicest the Miller kitchen table has ever looked, and he applauds Sarah for her help. The single red rose sitting in a cup-turned-vase beside the candle, against the black tablecloth she'd pulled from deep in their linen closet looked as romantic as Joel Miller ever could be. "Are we ready? I don't think we're ready,"

"Dad," Sarah lays a hand on his arm, giving him a reassuring look. "You guys are practically already married, it's gonna be fine,"

He groans, forcing himself to calm. "You're right. She has no reason to say no."

"Exactly," Sarah smiles smugly as the sound of the front door opening alerts them both.

"Fret no longer, Miller family, your favorite person is home!"

Joel smiles, warmth flooding his face as he looks down at his daughter, seeing her matching grin. In unison, they call out to her. "Kitchen!"

Her footsteps come around the corner into the kitchen, and Joel finds himself floored at the sight of her smile, meeting her in the middle for a kiss that Sarah, for once, does not make fun of him for. "Hey, Blue,"

"Hi, baby," She leans in, giving him one, two more kisses before she parts from him and moves to drop a kiss onto Sarah's forehead in greeting. "I got some wine like you asked, though I'm curious as to why we're havin’ wine and not beer."

Joel huffs, briefly panicking as he shrugs his shoulders. "We're having a nice dinner, figured wine would go better," He gestures to the done-up table and her eyes fall to it, widening in surprise before a look of pure adoration floods her face.

"Oh, wow," The words are breathed out in awe, and Joel's reminded as to why exactly he wanted to do this in the first place. Because she's always looked at him and Sarah and the things they do as the best. From nosebleed seats at a football game, to simple, homemade dinners with a rose and a candle on the table, she acts like it's no less than perfection. It makes him feel giddy like a kid again.

"What's this for, huh? Did Sarah get honor roll again?"

"No," Joel cuts in, making Sarah huff as she goes to sit down in front of her plate of spaghetti. "Just wanted to have dinner with the three of us."

"Well, I love it," She grins at him before joining Sarah at the table, setting the bottle of wine in between their empty glasses. "And I am starving, so let's eat,"

Joel takes his seat with a smile, heart racing as he and Sarah share a secretive smile across the table.

"So, how was work?"

"It was alright," She waved her hand vaguely, reaching for her glass of wine as she, Sarah, and Joel talked amongst their meal. "Mr. Carden came into the center again asking about you, telling me you've been ignoring his calls."

Joel looks sheepish, but he feigns innocence as he shoves another bite of spaghetti in his mouth, manners be damned. Around the mouthful of food, he says, "I haven't gotten any calls,"

It comes out muffled, but she and Sarah both hear it, and they share mutual looks of exasperation before laughing at Joel's poor attempt at innocence.

"Joel Miller, are you ignoring that sweet old man?"

He swallows the bite of pasta, holding his hands up defensively. "I'm busy! I've been working!"

Blue shakes her head, still smiling fondly. "You just want me to be the one that has to make excuses for you,"

"Yeah, because you're so good at it, Blue,"

"I'm good at lying to people?!"

"On my behalf," He corrects, grinning crookedly as Sarah giggles uncontrollably beside them. "And I love you for it."

She points an accusing finger at him, pursing her lips to hide her growing smile. "You're supposed to be a gentleman, Joel,"

"And I am," Joel shrugs, lifting his wine glass to his lips. "But I only have to be a gentleman to you two. That's all that matters."

"You only have to be nice to me and Blue? What about Uncle Tommy?"

Joel heaves a sigh, rolling his eyes exasperatedly at the mention of his brother. "Uncle Tommy does not need me to be a gentleman, because he's an idiot."

Blue leaned over, whispering conspiratorially in Sarah's ear. "But we love him anyways,"

Sarah nodded, watching her dad shift nervously across the table. Eyes widening, she clears her throat pointedly, looking at Blue. "Dad has something he wants to ask you,"

"Sarah!"

The woman looked between them suspiciously, narrowing her eyes. "Does he now?" Turning in her seat to look at Joel, she raises a brow. "What is it you need to ask me?"

Shooting a glare at his daughter, he let out a somewhat shaky breath. "Well, uh, you– you know that I love you, right, Blue?"

"I do know that," She hums, smiling softly despite her growing nerves. "You told me about two minutes ago."

"Yeah," He nods, wiping a hand over his mouth. "And you know– you know that Sarah loves you, too,"

Sarah nods furiously, smile playing at her lips.

"Joel, is everything alright?"

He mutters a curse, quickly pushing his chair away from the table and getting down on one knee.

"Oh, shit,"

Sarah nudges her in the arm even as tears well up in her eyes. "Language,"

"Sorry," Blue distantly mutters, her eyes bubbling with tears the longer she looks at Joel. “Joel,” 

“Just– give me a minute, alright? I, uh, I’m not the best with words, but I got some things I wanna say to you,” 

She nods silently, pressing a hand over her mouth to hold back the sob that wants to break free from her lips. 

“Every day I wake up beside you, and I think about how lucky I am that Sarah wanted to go across the street and talk to our pretty new neighbor. Without her, I wouldn’t– none of this would have happened, and I wouldn’t have the two most important girls in my life. You love me and Sarah far better than I ever could ask for, and I’ll never be able to thank you enough for it, baby. I,” 

He stops, swallowing around the lump in his throat. “I love you, Blue. I love you, and my– our daughter loves you, so will you do us both the honor of marrying me, and sticking around for a while?”

Blue laughs wetly, wiping her cheeks with a shaky hand. “Just a while?” 

“Forever is preferred,” He smiles softly. 

“Forever, then.” She nods, laying her hand over his trembling one holding the diamond ring up for her to see.

“Is that a yes?” 

“Of course it’s a yes, baby,” She laughs, practically launching herself at him and tackling him to the floor in a hug. “I’ll marry you a thousand times, if you want me to.” 

Sarah giggles, abandoning the table to join them on the floor. Blue and Joel move, easily letting her wiggle in between them, and they all share teary-eyed looks as Joel grabs Blue’s hand and slides the simple engagement ring onto her finger. 

She wiggles it against the gleam of the light before dropping her hand to her chest, clutching it tightly like she’ll lose it if she doesn’t. 

“Hey,” Sarah hums, garnering both adults’ attention. “If someone gets you a dog as a wedding present, can we keep it?”

Blue laughed, shaking her head at Sarah. “Who on earth is going to give us a dog as a wedding present, babydoll?” 

“Uncle Tommy if I ask him to,” She says it fast, and it takes a moment for her words to settle in before Joel and Blue burst into laughter, Sarah quickly joining them in their hysteria. 

Blue lays on the kitchen floor, happier than ever, wondering how moving into a little old house on a random street in Austin, Texas, had ended up being the best thing to ever happen to her. 

[sunnydayroleplay]

Shit, got me wanting more!~ Haha loving your work hun, thank you for indulging me so!

Shameless smut for this one!

Angry sex with Joseph, pleaaaase! It could be out of jealously, a bad argument that lasts days, or anything!

Please and Thank you!!!

Ooooh, Shit got me giggling n' kickin my feet! Alrighty! Let's write it! This includes: Rage-sturbation, Angry/Rough Sex, Very dirty talk, Choking, slight hair tugging. Uses of "Baby, Sweetheart, Darling." Shit, both of you were so heated with the other, your skin was steaming. You sat down at the dinner table, after throwing Joseph's plate in front of him, quickly indulging your dinner and washing your plate in the sink. As you made your way to sit on the couch and scroll mindlessly on your phone, Joseph washed and put away his dishes, walking into your guys' room and slamming the door. You sat out in the living room for about 2 hours until you thought to check the time. It was around midnight and you had to take a double shift tomorrow because of your stupid fucking co-worker Christian. Thanks a lot bud.

You quickly take a quick shower, dry yourself off, and change in the bathroom. You open the door to your shared bedroom with Joseph. Joseph having his back turned against you while he scoffs and puts his phone down on your nightstand. Putting your own phone on your charger, you pout and begin to lay down in bed, nearly at the edge and also turned away from him. You close your eyes, yet you're unable to sleep. It's a stunned silence between the two of you, you're unable to hear anything else but each others breathing. "Joseph." You say in a slightly flirtatious tone. He pushes you back gently with an elbow. "What." He replies in a growl. You sit yourself up, crossing your arms and think. He turns his head towards you, his body still facing the opposite direction. "You were real shitty today. Hope you know that." "I hope ya' know that you're an asshole. Go fuck yourself." He angrily whispered, turning his head back and closing his eyes. Gave you some time to think however. Well..he told you to go fuck yourself, so..why don't you?

Slowly your hand reaches your genitalia, aggressively and angrily rubbing your hand against them, your other hand firmly grasping your inner thigh, as you let out exaggerated moans. Some of those moans being his name just out of spite. "Joseph!~~, G-Go faster please, you m-man-whore!~" Though he tried to ignore them, he couldn't. Even though he was so mad at you, he couldn't hide the pleasure of hearing you cry out his name. He turned around, pouncing on-top of you, one hand gripping your hair, and the other gently placed around your neck.

"That's enough now." He said in that deep, strong voice of his, as his hold around your neck grew tighter. "Now you've pissed me off." He let go off you, taking his shirt off and throwing it as far away as possible, before throwing his pants off his body, and throwing them along with it. He leaned into your neck, gently massaging your chest, as he bit your neck, leaving you hickeys, and gentle kisses despite how he wanted to ravish you.

Taking off his boxers, he put you back in a malicious choke-hold with those big strong man-hands of his. He inserted his cock into your opening, giving no warning. He let go of your next, grabbing hold of your legs, placing them at his sides, as he held onto your waist and roughly thrusting inside of you. You threw your head back due to the shock of it all, and how his cock reached all your sweet-spots. "Fuck, baby..I hate you so m-much!~ Right now!~" He moaned, his fingernails creeping into the sides of your stomach. You didn't notice much due to the amount of sensation you were feeling at that moment. "..But you feel so good sweethe-heart!~ You're doing so g-good for me~~!!" As he continued to thrust, his body went into a cold sweat, your moans harmonizing together as you gripped the sheets. "W-Wait! I-I have a double sh-shift!~~ Ahh~! M-Mercy, Joseph!~~" "Darlin', I don't give two shits. R-Right now it's just you a-and me.~" No matter how mad he was at you, he loved you regardless. Sure he was pissed at you, and still is very much pissed, you'll both feel happy at the end of it all. Have fun with your double shift.

[sinful-huntress]

That blackout post had me blushin n kickin my feet

TYSM FOR WRITING IT

If you want can i request another where the guys decide to play an innocent game of twister but it results in them playing into suggestive positions with their s/o 🤞🏽

Aha im curios to see how that goes down

And also i have a question when you post i get a notification but when i see that you’ve posted i can’t see your post, mostly it’s because of the mature content but can you tell me where to find those posts?

Tyty i hope You’re doing well phew does that last post have me redder than a tomato🔥🔥

Heh heh heh

It was your turn to pick a game. Rather than anything 'typical' you pulled a game you hadn't played in a long while. A nice game of Twister, innocent enough... or so you thought. The little plastic spinner seemed determined to have you and your lover grinding against each other in the best-worst ways.

Klaus

Klaus was fully aware of how you two were currently positioned. Every fiber of his being was aware that you were wobbling due to how far apart your legs were at the moment... and Klaus was trying so hard not to stare.

What didn't help was the fact that the closest yellow dot for his left foot to go to was between your legs. He didn't have much choice.

Well, he did. Technically speaking he could forfeit. But you had asked him not to. You practically begged him for a fair game till one of you actually fell over. So no, Klaus didn't have a choice except to ease his foot between your legs.

"Well hello there sir." You were honestly surprised at how bold a move Klaus was pulling, considering you were now basically sitting on his leg, "Can I help you?"

Hanging his head to hide his blushing face, Klaus remained silent. Instead, he reached for the little demon spinner for your turn to move.

.

Steven

"You're gonna lose you know." "Oh c'mon, Steven. We haven't even touched the board yet." "I have longer legs." "And?"

He knew this was bound to happen. Steven lowkey rejoiced and lamented letting you pick this game. On the one hand, it was fun tormenting you by being so tangled together. Accidental touches was a decent strategy for winning in this particular game.

On the other hand, Steven was also affected by the mounting tension as the two of you twisting around one another like this. Every time his elbow brushed against your chest, every shift pressing more clothed skin, every time he felt like you were about to collapse...

Steven couldn't help but picture you two reenacting game night in the bedroom. Without clothes of course.

.

Leo

"Are... are you sure about this [Name]?"

"Yeah! It'll be fun." Leo was broken by your cheerful smile, "Unless you're afraid you're gonna lose."

A tiny, strained groan escaped Leo. His mind racing a mile a minute, thinking fifty-three moves ahead when the two of you would be struggling to move because somehow you both ended up tied together like a pretzel. While he didn't dislike the idea, Leo would be lying if he said he wasn't flustered to hell and back over it.

And he was right. Though, it took a lot less time for his nerves to cause him to fall over. And with you falling on top of him, Leo couldn't be more embarrassed about the situation. Especially with you giggling like that.

.

Zapp

You couldn't help but think Zapp had been a little too enthusiastic to play Twister with you, but competitive spirit was a b^tch sometimes. And backing down wasn't your strong suit.

Though Zapp did want to win, and thought that grinding against you would make you lose balance quicker. But he failed, miserably. At least in the sense of trying to knock you over, he still felt like he was winning. Whether it was because he could be all over you, or his own confidence in his flexibility, Zapp thought he would win for sure.

"So, ready to give up yet sexy?"

"In your dreams Renfro."

"I mean, we're pretty much tied up." Zapp huffed as he stretched from a blue dot to a green, "Only a few layers of clothes between us and a really fun night."

"You think so?" Christ it was getting harder to keep from slipping, the sweat and effort of holding yourself up was starting to get to you, "The way you've been cheating this whole time I figured you were trying to strip me."

"That isn't exactly off the table your sexiness." Zapp smirked as best he could, he would never admit it, but this was starting to get to him too, "And it isn't cheating. It's my own kind of strategy."

"Yeah ri-i-I-IGHT!"

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Zed

Maybe being up for anything was a bit of a mistake. Zed was so very flustered and the game mat hadn't even been set up yet. He knew this would end in him gurgling apologies for invading personal space. At least, that was the basics of what he could apologize for... there would be a lot.

Even if it was expected, Zed would still feel bad about it. He didn't like the notion that he would make you uncomfortable at all. Then again... you were telling him that it was okay ahead of time. This would be a very interesting night for the poor fish-man.

And he was absolutely right! The way the two of you were twisted around one another was almost as close as the two of you got intimately. Zed couldn't stop himself from blurting apologies for brushing against your chest and rear, he couldn't help but want to give up prematurely. It was all just a little too much feeling for him.

Especially given how your shirt and shorts were riding up and sliding down with the weird angles. Meaning that skin to skin contact was inevitable. It didn't help in the slightest with how attracted to you Zed was on an average basis. How much physical contact effected him. How much it aroused him.

This was supposed to be an innocent game between lovers, but Zed was in a hyperdrive state. Far too focused on everything happening to be able to play properly anymore.

[sadnsxft]

Keegan says nothing for a while, unsure of what Isaac means.

He lied to them? About what? Was Isaac really some kind of traitor? Was this about something completely different. Did he lie to all the Ghosts or just to Keegan?

Isaac is looking at the ground when he finally speaks again. “When I told you all that my only goal is to take down the Federation, that wasn’t true. There is something else.”

“Isaac…” Keegan doesn’t want to believe it. Just when he was starting to become okay with opening up to Isaac. Just when he decided to actually TRY for him.

“Taking down the Federation has always been my priority, but the reason I transferred under Elias’ command was because this division had the broadest military database in the country, and I needed access to it to find someone.”

“Who”

“My little brother”

-

And so Isaac tells Keegan about his brother Arthur. How despite their mother’s insistence on university, Arthur enlisted just like his big brother did a few years ago. Wanted to be just like him in every way. And Arthur excelled in training, was a model soldier, and was set to be stationed with Isaac for a while in a few months. Isaac was so proud of him.

Arthur and his squad were about to ship out of Boston when the city was hit by ODIN.

Isaac couldn’t get ahold of his mother or anyone in the city on base to see if Arthur was alive or not. He spent months looking for him, even deserted his former commander because he was so desperate for ANYTHING. But there wasn’t anything to find. Not even a record of death. Isaac spent years bouncing from operation to operation, using his skills to help take down the Federation but also to find any information on what happened to his little brother.

Once he landed in with Elias and the Ghosts though, something changed. He started to care about people again. He wasn’t consumed with desperation for a scrap of intel on one Arthur Hill.

He found joy in the dynamic between the Walker boys. He felt proud when Elias told him he did a good job. He felt like the safest he could ever be was on a team with Keegan.

Isaac tells Keegan all of this and by the end it’s him who is crying and being comforted by someone.

Keegan holds Isaac close as Isaac just keeps repeating “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I lied to you, please don’t hate me, don’t send me away.”

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not letting you leave us anytime soon.” Keegan’s voice rumbles in Isaacs ear.

Once his tears have mostly stopped, Keegan gently cups Isaacs face and pulls it up to look at him.

“You didn’t have to do this alone. We would have helped you look for him.” Keegan says

Isaac sniffles “I know that now. I haven’t had…anyone for so long. I don’t think I knew how to ask for help.”

“You have us now. More than that, you have me.”

“Keegan.”

“I mean it Isaac. I’m done pretending that I don’t care about you. I’ll be by your side for as long as you’ll have me there.”

Isaac let’s put a weak chuckle. “Don’t give me that kinda power, I might want to keep you there forever.

“Then that’s how long I’ll be there.”

((I ran out of steam near the end but I think that’s it))

you did amazing. omg i dont even- where do i even begin...

RAHHHHHH okay first of all the isaac backstory?? SCRUMPTIOUS love the angst, love the lore

BUT THE "something changed. he started to care about people again" AHHHHHHH can you hear my screaming??? stop right there!!! THAT TROPE THAT STORY PATH IS SO.. AHHH ITS SO GOOD

((im so sorry i have no brain power to actually give you decent feedback besides "AHHH" and "RAHHHH" just know its positive))

okay but the "you have us now." and "im done pretending i dont care about you" BITCH IM KICKIN MY FEET IM CHEESIN IM SMILIN IM GIGGLING CAUSE THEM THEM THEM THEM I LOVE THEM>>

AND THOSE LAST TWO LINES??? "then that's how long i'll be there" PLEASE PLEASE I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE.

[fleetingofthegretas]

Just wrote smut for the first time

Sitting in my livin room writing smut for the first time ever. Giggling blushin kickin my feet biting my lip with images of danny from gvf in my head. Im so girlypop right now someone sedate me

[earthtooz]

OH MU GODD EARTH ITS BEEN LONG HELP I KNOW THIS IS OVER EXGRRARSTING!!?! EXGREATEDIMH OH GODJN!!! 😭 MY PHONE FELL INTO A DRAIN AND I HAD TO WAIT TO BUY A NEW ONE HELPPP💔 my silly ass forgot my tumblr acc pass and was devasted that I couldn’t get on tumblr BUTTT!! ITS ALL GOOD NOWW !!! ANYWAYSSS HRU?? HOPE UR DOING GREAT BTWW

*taking notes immediately and pulls up Pinterest for ideas on drawing rin with you* 🤭🤭🤭 !!! wowwieee!!! *scrolling through the silly Pinterest app* !!!

giggling and kickin my feet while reading your fics are part of my routine now !!! I love your works sm I hope you get enough rest Like??? Is your back not heavy from carrying the fandoms you write about?? take care earth !!!🙏🙏 remember to eat, drink and pee !!!

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MY BELOVED 🫶 ANON !! WELCOME !!

help the chaos of every ask u send 😭😭 SO REFRESHING !!! you can never catch a break can you... like... the phone... what... (L), wait but like is ur bank account okay bc of the new phone 😟😟😟 I HOPE IT DIDN'T COST TOO MUCH 😨😨 BUT HEY AT LEAST YOU'RE HERE, WELCOME BACK MY FRIEND TO THE DARK SIDE OF THE INTERNET !!!!

YOU DON'T NEED TO ACTUALLY DRAW ME AND RIN, i mean like... if you want to... 😁😁😁 i'm not stopping you 😁😁😁 BUT I'LL FEEL BAD, YOU GENUINELY DON'T NEED TO WASTE TIME AND EFFORT ON ME UNLESS YOU WANT TO !!!!!!! you should exert your creative liberty and free will however you want to 💪

ALSO YOU WERE EXCITED FOR THE FAKE LOVE EDITION WITH REO AND KAISER RIGHT??? well bc you're my favourite (real, all of my anons are favourites of the earthtooz blog), you get a little snippet MWAHAHAH.

“reo, please, leave me alone,” you request with a shaky voice, trying to get out of his grip with no success.

“i can’t, not when you’re like this,” he protests, “deep breaths, y/n, come back to me.”

a few moments of silence pass by, allowing you to return to your senses as reo holds your hands to his heart, stroking your skin with his thumb. no longer overwhelmed and suffocated by your thoughts, it’s hard to look your boyfriend in the eye, cowering away from his gaze.

“what’s the matter?” he asks gently, pressing a hand against your cheek delicately. it’s warm. you want to melt into him.

“it’s- i, i had a really- you know what, nevermind,” you murmur, shaking your head, turning your back against reo as you pull your hands away from his. 

you miss the expression of heartbreak that appears on his pretty face. 

anyways hope u enjoyed i think that was like 100/2000 words LOL

also you are too kind :[ like pls stop flattering me i don't deserve this level of praise 😫😫 OKAY WAIT LET ME BE REAL - MY BACK HURTS ALL THE TIME BC OF MY POSTURE WHILST WRITING... I'M LIKE HUNCHED OVER, TYPING FURIOUSLY WITH NO END IN SIGHT BC I AM DETERMINED TO FINISH !!!!

GOODBYE 🫶 ANON, TILL NEXT ASK YOU LITTLE FIRE CRACKER

[secret-fungi]

First off I fuckin love it when u do anger and jealousy cuz it works so well with ur style uuuugh fuck u man. second sorry it took a very long time to read. now to the meat and potatoes this shit got me giggling, kickin my feet up in the air an shit.

It was so soft and sweet i love too much to post or i'd just have ur whole fic here, i loved their vibe together and how pathetic walter is. you already know i love how u write love and anger, and always u did such an amazing job at the setting and pulling me in. Idk who tf these chacters are but i felt like i did, i felt like they were real and fuck i just love ur writing so much. truly this is great. the fact he wanted to protect her??????? The way she calmed down with his kiss???? im screaming stop shut up dont look at me this was so cute.

thinking she was too weak to simply force it open, that was a deep offense to her pride. 

So, she did a deep offense to his door.

omg i love her kekke go girl fuck him up!

-I could kill you.  -I know.

i fucking love this trope

-You have no right to appear that pathetically sad, not when everything was your fault. stoppp rn

He raised a hand slowly, ... touching her face with his fingertips carefully, almost as if he was scared that she would pull away from his touch. 

im gonna off myself. is that what u wanted???

The sadness left his eyes, but still no fear. Instead, he looked at her like no one ever did before. No lust, no desire, no fear. He stared at her in adoration, as if he was a pirate that just found the most precious treasure. One he had searched for his entire life. One that was worth risking everything for. 

I should kill you, that would get rid of this stupid look in your face. 

-You are beautiful. 

im gonna jump off a bridge im sobbing hes the only one that looks at her like shes precious. im crying why do thaat??

Beautiful

Paring: Walter x Vyxaria

Words: 1.149

Rating: T

(Threats of Violence and Murder, Walter is into that tho)

Summary: Walter had been the one to start it all and now he wished to be the one to end it. Vyxaria wouldn't allow that.

The most offensive part was that he really believed he was strong enough to close that door to her face.

Of course, she also hated being left behind, the lie and the betrayal. And, of course, the fact that he had decided to simply cut himself from her life after being so insistent of crumbling the walls she always had around herself.

But actually, thinking she would just let him close that stupid door on her face, thinking she was too weak to simply force it open, that was a deep offense to her pride. 

So, she did a deep offense to his door, forcing it open, breaking into his apartment and closing the door behind her with so much force that it made an annoying noise. He had a shocked look on his face while she crossed her arms above her chest, almost as if he truly believed a mere door on the way was enough to stop her. Stupid mortal.

-Vyxaria…

-Are you really stupid enough to think that cheap wood is capable to stop me?

She crossed her arms above her chest. Her hands trembled and she had no idea of why, but she knew she wanted to hide it from him. That was until his eyebrows dropped, the sadness in his eyes almost palpable and he simply watched her.

How dared he? 

After everything he did, how dared he feel sad? 

Everything that happened was his fault. 

If he hadn’t followed her in the park… 

If he hadn’t refused her…

If he hadn’t offered her friendship…

If he hadn’t that stupid smile every time she looked at him…

If he hadn’t abandoned her… 

It was his fault. He didn’t get to feel sad. 

She soon noticed that no longer her hands were shaking. Now, her entire body was. She was furious. She only saw red. Only red from anger, ressentiment and fury. Only red. And blue. Blue from sadness, regret and his eyes. 

-I didn’t mean to offend you. I simply thought that our conversation was over so I…

Then, everything went actually red, including herself and when she realized, her forearm pressing his neck and him against the wall. Her demon form fully out. And yet, his eyes were still blue. No anger, no fear, just blue. He should be begging for her forgiveness, trembling in fear in face of her mighty power and instead, he was only blue.

It made her even more furious. 

-I could kill you. 

-I know.

-No one would even care. Wizards don’t care about us hurting each other, and you are clearly more of a demon that I ever could be.

His eyes only turned bluer and even more pitiful. No fear. Still only sadness, still only blue. 

-Vyxaria… 

-You have no right to appear that pathetically sad, not when everything was your fault. - Her forearm on his neck only pressed him further against the wall. She wanted to hurt him. She wanted to hurt him just as he had hurt her. She wanted him to fell something. Lust, pride, envy, shame, fear. Anything. Anything other than that pathetical sadness on his eyes. 

He raised a hand slowly, but clearly, talking her forearm of his throat was the last thing going over his head. He simply raised his hand to her face, touching her face with his fingertips carefully, almost as if he was scared that she would pull away from his touch. 

The sadness left his eyes, but still no fear. Instead, he looked at her like no one ever did before. No lust, no desire, no fear. He stared at her in adoration, as if he was a pirate that just found the most precious treasure. One he had searched for his entire life. One that was worth risking everything for. 

She only got more annoyed. 

-I should kill you, that would get rid of this stupid look in your face. 

-You are beautiful. 

He stated quite plainly, actually. As if it was something that he hadn’t mentioned before, and that he should. And it was stupid, because of course she was beautiful on her demon form. She was beautiful in any form she decided to take. She only grew more annoyed. Were his statement regards her appearance a cheap attempt to calm her down? To make her forget her madness toward him? 

His hand cupped her face and she pushed against his throat stronger, but he only rubbed his thumb against her check and daring to smile. Smiling. 

She was now furious. 

Before he could understand anything, she pressed her lips against his, claiming for herself her mortal possession. The one that had belonged to her and only her ever since that night on the park. She wanted him to feel something that she could actually understand. Pride, anger, lust, something, anything. 

Instead, he was even softer now. Both of his hands holding her face in and he somehow transformed her vicious and violent claiming in an actual soft kiss. One that had her hugging him by the waist before she noticed while he torturously slowly pulled her closer by the face, turning her face a little to the side so their noses were no longer hurting each other. 

She had never kissed like that. She had never been kissed like that. He still had no lust on him, and although this should have bothered her, that someone was kissing such a powerful succubus and still carried no lust, it didn’t. She only held him closer, feeling slightly annoyed when she felt his lips smiling against hers. 

Before she noticed, she was back in her human form and Walter was pulling away from her, with a stupid smile on his lips, making her roll her eyes and his smile only grow bigger. She still hugged him and he still held her face, and Vyxaria wondered why. 

-You are beautiful. 

-I know. If you do that again, I’ll murder you. 

-The thing that we were talking about before or the kiss?

He let out a small laugh when she rolled her eyes again, rubbing his nose against hers and pulling back to look into her eyes.

-I am really sorry, Vyxaria. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just scared. I am not supposed to use my powers, and yet, I did it instantly to try to protect you. I was just scared, I’m really sorry. 

-I don’t need you to protect me. 

-I know that. You are very powerful. I can feel it. And still…

She only nodded to his silence. She understood it, trying to protect someone stronger than you. Simply because you cared for them. He rubbed their noses together again, the smile never leaving his lips.

-I really will kill you if you do that again. 

He only laughed, whispering against her lips before connecting to them again.

-You are beautiful.

[yuusishi]

In This Moment With You

Hey everyone it’s been a few days since I’ve posted 🫶, I’m still not over writer’s block BUT the rain right now gave me some motivation, this one’s short but it got me giggling kickin my feet n shit ☺️.

pairings: Vil Schoenheit x gn!reader (they/them used)

genre: fluff

cws/tws: none

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‘Where is that little potato, I haven’t seen them all afternoon…’ Vil thought

It had been pouring rain all day, from when he woke up until now, it was a struggle for everyone to reach their classes in time and not enter the classroom soaking wet.

Since it was after class hours already the hallways became all the more busy with students rushing to the Hall of Mirrors to get back to their dorms.

Vil had been waiting at the entrance of the Hall of Mirrors for almost 10 minutes under a large umbrella waiting for you, he slowly became even more frustrated as the seconds ticked by

“Hm? Vil-senpai, what are you standing there for?” Ace asked

Vil sighed and looked at the first year “I’m currently waiting for (name), have you seen them anywhere?”

Ace’s eyebrows flinched up for a moment

“Did (name) not tell you they’re at Ramshackle already? They rushed to the Hall of Mirrors the second the last class ended”

Vil blinked at the first year for a second, then two, then three, before rubbing his forehead

“Thank you for informing me” he said tiredly before walking towards the mirror of Ramshackle Dorm.

A sight he didn’t expect was laid out in front of him after he exited the mirror

You were out in the rain with no umbrella and in uniform, still you looked overjoyed, dancing and kicking the puddles on the ground under the grey skies

“What is that potato doing?!” Vil mumbled to himself, he carefully ran up to you trying his best not to get mud on his uniform

You halted your movements once you heard the wet footsteps coming towards you and grinned once you saw it was Vil

“Vil!” you yelled happily

He was panting slightly, making sure to be careful not to soil his uniform but also the muddy ground slowing him down.

“(name), why on earth are you out in this rain” he spoke as he pulled the umbrella out on top of your head, you swiftly stepped out of the umbrella’s reach and Vil looked at you confused

“Back at home I’ve always wanted to dance out in the rain, I was never allowed because it could’ve gotten me sick” you giggled “It always looked so fun in movies! I wanted to try it out myself”.

As Vil was about to start lightly scolding you, you grabbed both of his hands and pulled him towards you causing him to drop his umbrella on the ground

“C’mon Vil, dance with me!” you beamed a smile towards him, his light blonde hair now dripping at his purple ends, his uniform soaked and sticking to his skin

Normally Vil would be fuming at this behavior, but seeing your bright closed eyed smile and how you’re enjoying this to the fullest, he couldn’t help but melt like putty in your hands as you two moved together in the rain.

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I know I wrote about Vil not even 5 posts ago but I can’t resist putting him in the “Dancing in the Rain” trope.

[rodeoxqueen]

SMELLS LIKE QUARAN-NEROKIRI SPIRIT 

Nero/Kyrie

“In quarantine, Nero and Kyrie spend time together.” 

Rodeo’s Two Pieces: 

First time writing for Nero/Kyrie. Tread lightly with my take of their dynamic. 

(I)- Dalgona Coffee and Cookies. 

Despite how everything was shut down and the grocery was found vacant of basic necessities, Nero was grateful to at least be with someone he loved the most. 

“Look, we probably need some time off from kickin’ demon ass anyways,” Nico explained, smoking a cigarette during the video chat. 

“Yeah, not like demons care about being six feet away. People don’t even do that.” Nero looked at himself in the little square in the corner of his phone. Clad in a grey hoodie, he hadn’t even bothered putting on anything over his boxers. No one had come to visit since the mandate to stay inside, what was the point? 

Nico was in her garage again, from what he could see in the camera view. Cigarettes and old cups of coffee littered her desk, warbled country music playing off-view. 

“Who knows, maybe I’ll make something to fix that. I was thinking a mask-gun, rapid-fire reloading.” 

“Artisan of Arms, huh?” Nero laughed, getting up from his bed. 

“You fuckin’ bet. Now I gotta go. Got some things to weld.” 

“See ya, Nico. Stay safe, alright?” 

“Yeah, yeah.” He gave a peace sign before pressing “end video call.” 

The video chat ended and Nero tucked his phone into his pocket. Even banter just wasn’t the same virtually. 

“Who was that? Nico?” Nero made it down the hallway to see Kyrie, bustling about getting things from the cupboards. 

“Yeah, still building stuff as usual.” 

Kyrie had been in their apartment’s kitchen, deciding to try her hand at some recipes she saw online. A bag of flour, too many bowls, and more chocolate than Nero remembered buying, all laid out on the table. 

Just when he wanted something to eat, he’d have to wait or his girlfriend would practically make enough to feed an army and be surprised when he didn’t want anymore. 

He opted for a cup of water instead. 

Nero admired her hair, how it looked when it wasn’t in a ponytail, how it sat perfectly on her shoulders. Seeing how she started to measure some ingredients, he took the hair tie on his wrist, careful fingers bringing it into a low ponytail. 

“Oh, thank you.” She commented, opening her booklet of recipes she had handwritten. Neat, slanted cursive in a smattering of blue, red, and black read out recipes for cookies, cakes, and bread. 

“You look busy, planning to make all of those?” Nero rested his chin on her shoulder, shrouding her with warmth. 

“Well, I don’t know how long we’re going to be stuck at home, might as well try some recipes out. Maybe we can deliver some to the orphanage.” 

“That is if I don’t eat all your prototypes first.” She laughed, birdsong to Nero’s ears. 

“As long as you help me I don’t mind if you do.” Kyrie handed him a measuring cup. Nero sighed, taking it. He always lost count of how many cups of flour he was supposed to put in the bowl. 

A jar of porous dough caught his eye as he sifted some baking soda in his white mixture. He took it from Kyrie’s side of the island. 

“Whoa, what is this? A science experiment?” Kyrie chuckled, watching Nero scrutinize the date on the white tape to the top of the mason jar. 

“No, it’s a sourdough starter! It’s basically wild yeast. We can make bread with it since people bought out all the dry yeast in the grocery store.” 

Nero shook it with curiosity and then opened the silver lid, making an “eh” face at the smell. 

“It’s yeast alright.” 

Kyrie continued whipping up the sugar and butter mixture, Nero helping himself to a handful of chocolate chips. 

“Have you talked to your uncle and father? They must be staying at the shop in Redgrave.” 

Nero shrugged. 

“Most likely, I haven’t talked to them yet. Dante probably didn’t pay the phone bill and Vergil doesn’t know how to use the phone anyways.” 

“Let’s just hope they’re getting along during this time.” 

Nero thought back to all the “family outings” he had since his uncle and father returned from hell, mostly just jobs becoming contests of strength that turned to friendly family fights. Endless banter and elbowing. 

Honestly, compared to that, standing next to his girlfriend while they shaped cookies for the oven was heaven. 

Once the chocolate chip cookie dough was done baking, Kyrie insisted they make some whipped coffee while they cooled.  

“I thought you didn’t like coffee, Kyrie.” She stooped down to find something in the lower cabinets. A robotic hand that was colored dark blue and black, his old Devil Bringer, appeared with a tiny whisk duct-taped to it. 

“Yeah, but that TikTok made it look so good.” Nero handed her the glass container of instant coffee. 

Turning on the Devil Bringer, the tiny whisk spun to life, rapidly mixing sugar, coffee, and water together. With her back turned, Nero popped a thing of cookie dough in his mouth. 

“Honestly, Nico should have patented these Devil Bringers, make a bunch of money, and maybe she’d stop trying to rip me off all those times.” 

“Support local businesses, Nero.” 

He looked over her shoulder, surprised at how an abysmal brown mixture had become fluffy and thrice its previous volume. 

Two cups of milk poured, the practically instantly whipped coffee laid on top like a decadent Mount Everest next to a still-warm plate of cookies. 

“Cheers!” Kyrie clinked glasses with him, stirring her mug vigorously with a spoon. He copied her, taking a sip of surprisingly light and sweet coffee. 

When he lowered his cup, Nero both revealed to the world a mustache of whipped coffee. 

Kyrie snorted into her cup, covering her mouth as she bit back a laugh. Embarrassed, Nero went to wipe it off when Kyrie pecked him on the lips. She drew back to reveal an imprint of the ‘stache on her own upper lip. 

“We match now.” Kyrie giggled, helping herself to another gooey cookie. 

Half a plate of cookies and two mugs properly drained of its contents, Kyrie and Nero loaded up the dishwasher to do the work. 

“This is coffee, why am I tired?” Kyrie yawned. 

The couch was this god-awful IKEA purchase that took hours for Nero to just figure out what the instructions meant. But right now, it perfectly supported both of them while they slept away their food coma. 

(II)- Curl Up And Dye. 

After the second time the mandate got lengthened, Nero could sense that Kyrie was starting to wane in her ever-positive attitude. The news had nothing good to say, and the number of shows they had binged left them indifferent to watching anything more. 

They did a lot of singing during quarantine, Kyrie always being the musical one. Evanescence was one of their favorites to sing together, Nero’s guitar skills and Kyrie’s ability to hit those high notes left many memorable nights of laughter. 

After a while, Kyrie began to just sit on the couch a lot and have Nero pay her company. 

“What’s wrong?” Kyrie sighed heavily, curling into Nero’s hoodie as he opted to stay shirtless. 

“I don’t know Nero, it just feels like everything is the same. We go through the same things every day and I just feel...trapped.” 

Nero kissed the nape of her neck, humming in agreement. 

“Look, I’m usually the one going to you for stuff like this but...it will get better. It’s been a really hard time for all of us, and we’re just watching everything go downhill. It’s not a good situation but, you got me. Always. And there’s still a lot of things we can change up if that helps.” He stroked her hair and rubbed her back, feeling her take a deep breath. 

“You’re right Nero. That really did help. Thank you for listening.” 

“Of course.” 

While he scrolled on his own phone, he didn’t heed all the things Kyrie was watching. She touched her own long hair, seeing the way other people recorded their own home-salon trims. 

“Things to change, huh?” She mumbled. 

So here they were now. 

“It looks so bad!” Kyrie exclaimed, her face in her hands, hair on the bathroom sink. Nero shook his head. 

“No it’s not, Kyrie! You look fine, just let me fix it!” In the mirror, Nero cringed at the way her hair was ridiculously over-layered. 

“Um, what did you try to do-” 

“Curtain bangs! Oh Nero, I shouldn’t have tried to change up my hair!” Kyrie was thoroughly upset, seeing how her bout of bravery lead to her bangs being mauled by her own hands. 

Nero hugged her, noting that she had been wearing his shirt while she trimmed her hair. 

Okay that shirt’s gonna itch for a while until all the hair comes out. 

“It’s okay, let me see if I can fix it.” Kyrie blushed in the mirror, groaning at how bad her hair was cut. 

“There’s no way you could make it worse than what I did.” 

Nero gingerly took the scissors Kyrie put in the sink, a little bit too small for his hands but good enough. Although he was no stylist, he could tell where Kyrie had either cut too much off or unevenly. 

Eventually, they did manage to cut it in a way that hid the previous mistakes. Kyrie took another deep breath. 

“I shouldn’t have been so impulsive.” She murmured, arms crossed. 

Nero chuckled at her rare emotional outburst. He was glad to have been able to be there for her. She always hid how she felt, helping others her way of expressing herself. Now with no one around but him, he totally understood that she felt helpless. 

No one liked being helpless. 

He kissed her cheek and a lightbulb went off in his head. 

“You wanna dye my hair?” Kyrie turned around in surprise. 

“What?” 

“I mean, who knows how long this shutdown is gonna be, it’ll be fun,” Kyrie noted how Nero had forgone shaving, his peach fuzz becoming something more. 

Honest blue eyes peered at her, wondering what she would think. Her surprise softened to a sort of relief in their solidarity. 

“What color, Nero?” 

“Neon green-” 

“Nico’s going to make fun of you.” Kyrie giggled. Nero shrugged nonchalantly. 

“I don’t mind it.” 

(III)- Can’t Get Out Of It, Get Into It. 

“Nero, you look so fucking ridiculous.” 

“Shut up, Dante.” 

His uncle finally managed to figure out how to work the virtual chat on his fossil of a computer, and Nero was already prepared to end the call. 

His father sat slightly off-camera, not in the mood to entertain Dante’s antics to ridicule his son. Although, he did look oddly radioactive with his washed-out green hair and strong quarter-past five o’clock shadow.  

“Quarantine did not do you a favor, good lord,” Dante commented, kicking his feet up on his desk. Nero flipped him off. 

“Good to know you’re still living in shambles, not surprised neither of you cleaned up after yourselves.” The number of bottles on the floor was a travesty and the couch littered with poetry books Vergil had slowly begun to hoard. 

Nico entered the zoom call, smoking another cigarette Nero was lucky to not have to smell. 

“Nice broccoli head.” 

Nero flipped her off as well. Kyrie came into view, smiling at her boyfriend’s family and their shared friends. Nero decided to get a drink, clicking a few buttons before letting Kyrie have the seat. 

As they discussed how the business would continue with Devil May Cry, Kyrie sat next to Nero. 

It was mainly business, until it got to a certain line that Dante said. 

“I don’t know, it just feels like things are just going to keep staying like this. Hate to break it to you Nero, but it’s going to be tough for a while.” 

Kyrie finally heard enough, scooching Nero aside so she could talk. 

“Kyrie, wait-” 

“We’re going to get past this. As long as humanity still keeps coming together for the sake of benefiting each other, and we keep working to make sure to keep safe, we will get past this. We just have to keep hoping, and sure, hoping isn’t always going to make you feel better. I would know. But in a time where we do feel helpless, we should connect with other people in a different way. That’s why we succeed, we keep moving, we keep adapting! And hope, hope keeps that going.” 

Kyrie took a long breath. Looking at the dumbfounded group, she waited for a response. 

“Um, Kyrie. You were muted.” Nero finally said. Kyrie realized her blunder and how Nero’s hand was attempting to unmute them. 

“Oh.” Kyrie flushed, looking embarrassed. 

“I have no idea what you just said, but that’s okay.” 

“I’m sorry, that was so awkward.” 

“Don’t worry yourself, Kyrie. I bet it was real sweet whatever you had to say,” Nico assured. 

The zoom call was full of laughter since, a business call turned to a time to discuss how each person was doing. 

Dante and Vergil had spent days and nights sparring, Vergil learning more about humanity from Dante, and “making their own pizzas.” 

Nico had continued welding and making weapons for her own curiosity rather than based off of commission-based instructions. The van finally had the vinyl player fixed and she apparently gave herself a stick-and-poke. 

“So what did you two love birds do?” Nico asked, lighting another cancer stick. 

Nero and Kyrie looked at each other, smiling at their shared memories of this strange period in human history. 

“Where do we even start?”  Kyrie said, thinking of all the days and nights that seemed to breeze by and also slowly progress. 

Nero ruffled his longer messy green hair, Kyrie tucking her curtain bangs behind her ear. As they were two peas in the pod, Nero had decided to get another set of gray sweats for Kyrie, matching finally. 

Kyrie bit into a cookie, offering Nero some. 

“Smells like quarantine spirit, huh?” Dante finger-gunned.

Nero chuckled. 

“Hell yeah.”