#Midnight requests

[ifonlyitwasmidnight]

This might be a short request but if you do head canons

Can you do (any character of your choice from Tokyo revengers) the boys reactions to being called "babygirl" by their s/o? 💀

Have a great day(or night) and have some fun! Lmao ᰔᩚ

Thank you for being so patient! Life got wild, lemme tell ya.

Anyways, here you go! I hope you enjoy. I spent quite a few minutes giggling over some of these.

↳ 𝚔𝚊𝚣𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚊

It was a beautiful day out. Shining sun, warm weather, and your boyfriend looked so darn cute that you couldn't help it...

"Hey, baby girl!" You said in a sing-song voice as you walked up and threw your arms around his neck.

Kazutora.exe has stopped working. Did you just call him "baby girl?"

He instantly missed the normal pet names you used for him.

He's just sort of standing there, dumb founded while his brain reboots and the tips of his ears turn red.

You finally realize he hasn't returned your hug, too wrapped up in little giggles over your silly, innocent prank. When you pulled back, you noticed the worry on his brow.

" 'Tora?"

"What happened to 'love'?" The words were said so softly.

"Handsome, it was just a silly joke." You pulled him back into a hug, a little tighter this time, and he buried his head into the crook of your neck. You felt him relax as things returned to normal. His arms were tight when they finally wrapped around you.

"You're baby girl."

↳ 𝚛𝚊𝚗

You were bored. Scrolling through your phone, you came across a simple text, "call your boyfriend, baby girl and see how they react."

Why not? It could be funny.

Ran was lying on a nearby couch with his eyes closed, a small uptick in his smirk as he heard you approaching.

You leaned over the back of the couch, looking down at him.

"I'm bored, baby girl."

This guy. Impassive. Unbothered. Completely unfazed.

His eyes don't even open. Not bothering to dignify you with a response to your antics.

He was so used to you pulling jokes like this that all he did was sigh.

"Try again."

"Sweet cheeks?"

"Negative."

"Baby doll."

"One more try, or your ass is getting ignored for the rest of the day."

Your face fell at the empty threat, your lower lip jutting out in a pout.

"Ran," you whined, and he cracked an eye open. "That's not very nice, babe."

"There ya go. C'mon, you little brat. Let's go."

↳ 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗

You knew it was a bad idea. But Mikey had dared you! With Doroyaki on the line, you'd do it.

"Go call Ken-chin 'baby girl' Just once. It'll be funny."

So here you were, swaying your hips as you walked up to Draken, instantly catching his eye. He leaned back in his chair, wholly transfixed with you.

Your fingers slid under his chin like he would normally do to you when he was looking for a kiss. Your voice was sultry when you finally spoke after working up the nerve.

"Hi, baby girl."

Draken's eyebrow slowly rose, hiking up in a sharp arc.

"Baby girl, huh?"

He knew you were playing at something. Trying to get a rise out of him.

Draken was never one to step down for putting you in your place, though.

This man was on his feet in seconds, tossing you over his broad shoulder, toting you away from the group.

You noticed the look on his face a moment too late, that shift in his demeanor, and you knew you were in for it.

"Lemme remind you, who exactly is the 'baby girl' in this relationship, hm?"

The loud smack he landed on your ass and Mikey's booming laughter followed you all the way out of the room.

[stay-midnight]

Seungmin corrupting m!reader by introducing him to kinks-like Seungmin making reader call him sir, fisting, choking or breeding the reader with his big co- (almost anything really, since its the kinky Seungmin agenda >:D) and Seungmin would be so condescending and rough with the reader too but also attentive to him ofc!

ta-da hi anonnie waiting for a year for their rwquest ITS POSTED IM SORRY I DIDNT STICK TRUE TO THE CORRUPTION 😭

[cuppajj]

Neo beasts x reader head cannons? 🥺

You know what anon? Just for you

Beast Ancients AU - Neo Beasts x Reader Headcanons

Congratulations! Someway somehow you’ve attracted the attention—and affection—of the Neo beasts. How do each treat you?

Saint Vanilla Cookie

This implies that he’s decided not to purify you out of his intense compassion. In fact, he’s settled for something arguably much worse: saving you for last, so you can witness his deliverance.

You’re his lamb, his bluebird, and he never lets you forget how blessed you are to be one of his

He’s gentle in almost every way. Voice, touch, words. He especially likes cupping your cheek and cooing sweet little things. Sometimes they’re laced with dark promises

On his orders, the Lambs of Penance are your personal servants and won’t let any harm befall you. Cream Wafer speaks to you respectfully, but you can hear a little envy in his voice

Saint pays attention to every little detail you have, the things you like, and your wishes. He wants to see you at your happiest because a tainted soul as yourself should never feel sad. He’ll wipe your tears away

But don’t assume he’s perfect; he’s far from. Saint stays true to his personal promise that you will be safe and happy and alive until the day he finally saves you, and that means that any potential threat to you will be dealt with by his lambs. If he thinks something will taint your soul further, he’ll be sure that it’ll never have the chance.

In fact, why don’t you stay with him? In his timeless kingdom, amongst his loyal followers and all the orchids that will watch over you. It’s the closest you’ll be to the light.

Make no mistake, saint is two steps away from being a yandere. He just wouldn’t get his hands dirty, and he would never change to that typical yandere-ish behavior. The oh so benevolent saint just wants to see you safe, and if that safety is under his wings, so be it…

Dragonberry Cookie

As the Beast of Pride, the way she loves is bold and loud. She will make it known to you that she loves you pretty quickly.

While she throws parties pretty frequently already, you’ll be center stage at a lot of them with her as she makes you dance together and drinks herself stupid with a bunch of glasses poured your way as well.

If you’re the shy type, expect to be embarrassed or put in big social situations a lot since she’s a massive extrovert who would bring you along to things. Outside of parties and other events of the sort, she would also love for you to watch her spar with Wildberry and her other soldiers

She’ll also give you lots of gifts

She does have a pretty big ego though, so she expects praise and validation from you. Compliments, acts of service, things that assure her you’re not just mooching off of what she gives you. If she thinks you’re not being grateful, she’ll get bitter and confront you about it, which will or won’t go well depending on how well you can prove your point to her

She’ll kill for you 100%. She might even do it in front of you. If you get messed up from that? It’s okay! You’ll get over it in no time.

Despite all this she does respect your boundaries, she’ll give you space if you’re vocal about it. She disappears on occasions and comes back covered in battle wounds and jam anyway.

You know about Pitaya locked up in her basement but you know not to touch them, let alone try and free them if you’re hero enough. She might just have to punish you for that if she catches you doing something you shouldn’t. Don’t worry though, it’s just this once, because you’ll surely never try anything again, right?

Big hugger, her love language is touch so expect hugs and kisses and mandatory cuddle sessions. Honestly if you’re just as messed as her then she’s a pretty solid lover

Frigid Cacao Cookie

It’s hard to tell he cares for you because he’s so distant, even from you.

You’re allowed into the throne room without summons, but the furthest into it you can go is to the foot of his throne. Like everyone else in the citadel, you’re not allowed to touch him.

Your days in the citadel are quiet. The outside is cold but the hallways and your room are warm, the latter always supplied to the brim with what you need.

Tiny licorice creatures slink in and out of your peripheral vision, watching you curiously. Sometimes they slink up to you, purring and chittering, and some might even be balancing trays of food, warm towels, clothes, or other things on their heads. Little do you know that Cacao has been ordering them to take care of you

While he doesn’t forbid you from leaving the kingdom, he’ll want you to come back to him one way or another. Ideally on your own, but one of the licorice oozes that have been watching you since you left could also bring you back.

You might see him out and about on rare occasions, and he might look at you. On even rarer occasions he might ask about your well being

The only thing he’s strict about is that you absolutely cannot attract attention from the other neobeasts, especially Saint Vanilla. The beast of Penance is already curious about learning what things make Cacao go soft; he does not need to learn about you.

Also don’t bring up Choco, he has a reaction to it

Celestial Cheese Cookie

Pampers you. Pampers you and pampers you and pampers you and pampers you

Thinks you’re the sweetest little thing and pinches your cheeks and everything

She’d be more than happy to show herself off, as well as all of her achievements. She gives you treasures from her conquests regularly

She’s similar to Dragonberry though where she expects praise, but unlike her she doesn’t get as angry. She doesn’t see her gift giving as a transactional thing, she does it because she can. You just gotta tell her how wonderful she is

The oases are a popular spot for her to bring you for food and refreshments, cared for by gold-adorned servants as she gushes over the grand vision for her kingdom. She’s honestly quite excitable and loves talking about herself and her plans.

Pay no mind to the scans that are run on you while you sleep, or the diagnostics of your information that run deep in her servers. She doesn’t think it’ll need to happen soon, but she’s planning to put you in a sarcophagus and hook you into her virtual world to make you live forever. She’s not going to let something else she cares about go.

Midnight Lily Cookie

The tamest one honestly

Unlike the others, she sees you as an equal. She knows your personal space and doesn’t encroach on it too much or too little, makes sure you’re well cared for and healthy, and keeps you safe. She also lets you leave and trusts you to take care of yourself. Being Beast of Sovereignty, she encourages the people under her to do whatever they please within their allegiance to her, and this includes you.

She’ll play the harp for you and ask you how she did

You also get lots of gifts and compliments from the other faeries for being the lover of their queen

She does have preferences though. She likes honesty and expects you to keep promises, she prefers if you do something for her in exchange for her doing something for you, and to not question her motive and means to take down her other half. She will get very defensive with you and shut down the conversation pretty fast

The flora in the silver kingdom bloom to their fullest around you both, but when Lily is upset with you, they curl or bud as you pass by them.

Speaking of chlorokinesis, get used to seeing her show no mercy with her plants. Unlike Dragonberry though, she’ll do her best to help you if the sight of bodies skewered on flower stems is too much. Maybe stick to the heart of the kingdom for your own good, where you’re less likely to see how the rest of Beast Yeast challenge her kingdom.

She has a whole bunch of rules set up when Saint visits. While she’d encourage not being with him at all, if you really want to see him, she made it expressly clear to him that he cannot purify you.

[heartnosekid]

🐈‍⬛ the midnight cat family with black cats, magic, some glitter, & fabric 🔮

for @betatrolls!

🔮-🐈‍⬛-🔮 / 🐈‍⬛-🔮-🐈‍⬛ / 🔮-🐈‍⬛-🔮

[midnightanxietytm]

I have a silly idea :3

imagine Mabel recounting the “accident with the leaf blower” to the reader, who then proceeds to make sure Ford isn’t around and tells her about the “kissing practice robot” incident from high school (which they witnessed) if you don’t know what I mean watch the land before swine commentary video

meanwhile Ford is down in the basement and suddenly stops what he’s doing and is like “I feel a disturbance in the force.”

A/N: Oh my god the kissing bot is so iconic, Ford is such a dork for that one lol. Hope I met your expectations with this one , its been a while since I've written something more lighthearted. Thanks for the request!

Contents: Mabel and Reader spilling tea, talks about kissing and romance and other sappy things. Ford x Reader more implied than anything. Short and fun.

Word count: 500

You know something is wrong because Mabel isn't smiling, Mabel is always smiling. She walks through the gift shop door and goes straight to sit on the counter next to you with a big sigh.

“Alright, spill it, sunshine.” You say with a small smile, putting down the book you'd been reading in order to give her your full attention.

She looks up at you with big round eyes. “I dunno… The date went well, he even kissed me!” You gasp in pretend shock and that gets a small giggle out of her. “I know right?! But like… It felt weird! It wasn’t bad! Just weird… maybe I need more practice…”

That makes you laugh as you prop yourself near the checkout; “Mabel, darling, kissing isn't really some equation you can figure out, maybe he just wasn't the right person.”

She lets out another big sigh, but you can tell is more resigned and hopefull this time. “Yeah, I guess… Besides, I really don't want another leaf blower accident.”

You laugh again, Mabel has that charm. “The what accident now?”

“Oh my gosh, I never told you?! It's so embarrassing; I was obsessed with that boy, who turned out to be a bunch of gnomes by the way, and I wanted our first kiss to be perfect, so I stuck a photo of him on a leaf blower on suction made and used it to practice.” When she said that, both of you started to laugh so hard tears formed in your eyes. “I-t left like this huge bruise on my face!”

You lean your head on the table, trying to stop laughing, but the mental image of Mabel with a leaf blower stuck to her face is too much.

“Oh gosh you're just like your grunkle!” You say in-between wheezing.

“Wait which one?” Mabel asked, rubbing the tears off her eyes.

“Okay so…” You began, looking around just to check Ford wasn’t near. “Your Grunkle Ford, back in high school he built this robot…” You look around again, holding back laughter and bringing down your voice. “It was this mannequin head with a rubix cube for a mouth and it had an alarm that wouldn’t stop playing until he…” And you did quotation marks with your hands. “...kissed it right.”

And you both started laughing all over again. “That's so dorky oh my gosh!”.

“Right!? He's such a nerd.” You say, and there's a softness to it that eases Mabel's worries about romance all together. “It fell from his locker once and it started blasting the darn alarm! He couldn’t go anywhere for a week after that without people mimicking kissing noises. It was gross.” You chuckle and sigh, sitting back down on your stool. “Compared to that, a leaf blower is no big deal!”

“Compared to what?” Says a third voice.

You and Mabel snap your heads, seeing Ford standing on the doorway behind the vending machine.

Crap.

[drac0line1nn1t]

Hello Tumblr,

I'm back and still in the middle of fuck ass nowhere, so you know what that means, more phone drawings of my favourite old men yaoi

[adabird]

-MHA TEACHER’S + HERO’S

-PREFERENCESES + HEADCANNONS

Within the following story, there may be PROGRESSIVE or NSFW moments. Please be aware, you are responsible for your own internet consumption.

MDI

I was thinking about doing like LOV members preferences and headcannons!

ALSO thinking about writing singular headcannons for mha teachers? LET ME KNOW!

SHOTA AIZAWA - ERASERHEAD

-THICK THIGHS-

Shota is really into thick thighs.. He especially gets feral after a long day at work, when he’s come home to see you in panties and his t-shirt.. because you ‘missed him too much’ while he was away.. He’s always taking the seat next to you, needing and squishing your thighs while he talks. He also enjoys it whenever you sit infront of him, facing him while you drag your stocking clad feet up his legs.. Drives him ABSOLUTELY insane whenever he’s driving and you take one of his hands, into one of yours placing it on your thighs while caressing one of his fingers. And don’t even get started when you start to feel a little insecure. PAL. HE LOVESSSS your thighs so NO, he’s not going to leave you and he doesn’t want you to change. AT ALL!! you’re his baby ❤️

HAZASHI YAMANDA - PRESENTMIC

-BUBBLE BUTT-

Hazashi is freakyyyyy. Like, he’ll invite you to his studio while he’s recording, just to have you sit on his lap. shh you can’t make any noise though! He loves to look at your butt, admiring you, telling you that ‘it was looking at him first’ that’s why he was practically eye-fucking you.. (WOW MB) Anywho! He also loves pinching your butt whenever you two are in elevators, walking up stairs, standing next to each other, literally anytime.. He’s always on you or touching you, even in non-sexual ways. He’s just that kind of person, and that’s how he shows his love for you ❤️

TOSHINORI YAGI - ALLMIGHT

-TINY BOOBS-

Toshinori really has a size kink. LIKE. No matter how gigantic your jugs are, or how tall you are, you’ll look small standing next to him. And he also really has a thing for hands 😻.. LIKE! He’s always guiding you through walkways or hallways with a hand on your shoulders.. If you ever have makeout sessions he’s sure to lift you up, having you stratal his hips while he pushes you up to the nearest wall. AND BRO. I really feel like he has a secret wife/husband. AKA YOU. You would walk into U.A., going to his office to find him becuase ‘he forgot his lunch this morning’. It was really just a plan to have all his kids meet you. He’s also the one to get really horny really easily!! Especially if you run your hands through his hair..❤️

NEMURI KAYAMA - MIDNIGHT

-LIPS-

GIRL. GIRL. GIRL. GIRL. She’s always got some part of her, touching you. She’s the type of person to just sit there and admire the way you talk, watching as your lips change shape to form whatever story you’re telling at the moment. She loves watching the blush crawl up your neck after she crashed your face into hers, pushing you to make out with her. She also gets jealous really easily, which causes her to constantly grab at your hips and neck.

RUMI USAGIYAMA - MIRKO

-ARMS-

OKAY! Rumi is definitely the dominant one in the relationship.. She has a thing for arms, but her own..? Like she loves wrapping you into hugs, tugging you into her like a pillow. She’s also really into your confidence.. The number one thing she enjoys to do with her arms would probably be pushing you up a wall while making out. It gets you both really turned on and gets the situation all steamy.. Before the two of you started your relationship, and were ‘just friends’ she was really into cornering you in the bathroom stalls, before making her way to kiss up your neck. (IN A CONSENSUAL WAY!!!) ❤️

TAMAKI KEIGO - HAWKS

-HIPS-

Keigo is really like a bird, so when his ruts come up, he has to consider your body, in terms of, ‘are you able to hold his baby’s’ ‘are your hip’s wide enough’ ‘are your hips narrow enough’ ‘do you want little birdies’? all really good questions. But he really loves to hold and to kiss your hips. Whether they’re wide, narrow, or if they carry love handles or not.. He doesn’t care! He loves YOU and your body, no matter what! He’s definitely always searching for your validation, and he’s always grooming himself to your standerds.. He makes sure you take care of yourself too , and are always feeling comfortable in your own skin..❤️

TAISHRIO TOYOMITSU - FATGUM

-TUMMY-

GAWD!!! My man, my man.. OKAY! Taishiro is really all about body positivity, and imidetly attracted to someone with a funny personality. Personally, I believe he tends to find chubby, and thicker people more attractive! But, he does go for personality!!! So dont be discouraged! He really likes laying on your tummy, and squeezing it.. He makes sure you love your body too! and makes sure you feel confident in your own skin! He eats a lot, and so will you.. But he also makes sure that you feel safe whenever you go out. He’s definitely the type of walk on the outside of the sidewalk, and the type to take the seat faced by the door in case of any attacks! ❤️

I hope you enjoyed! And PLEASE!!! Message me any ideas for any MHA characters you would like to see!! I don’t judge!

Later tonight I will be releasing a Monoma x Reader reaction! So stay tuned!

- ONIE OUT!

[ubtendo]

How about Torbek introducing Hoostie to her new uncle Briggsy.

First meeting went semi well

Took Briggsy only 5 hours go get back down, what a man

[danieyells]

@mayoigotokurousagi LAST ONE OF YOURS here's Jin!!!

Jin is. . .he's a lot sweeter than you'd expect once his affinity gets high lol. . . . I FEEL LIKE I ENDED UP WITH A LOT OF COMMENTARY HERE. . .he just acts very different as affinity goes up, i have to point shit out haha

I've also amended this one to be all of his voicelines now!

Hello: (the first time the game is opened after that character is set as home screen NPC. Only happens once per day, unless the character is switched out and back.)

"Where the hell do you think you're going? Quit dawdling and help me get ready." お前、どこほっつき歩いてたんだ？……さっさと支度を手伝え



You've Got Mail: (whenever there's something in the inbox, usually Arena rewards)

"Hey, you've got mail. Don't tell me you're not going to open it. What if it was for me?" おい、手紙。放っとくつもりじゃねぇだろうな。 俺宛があったらどうすんだ？ あ？

Jin, why would your mail be in my. . .whatever



Default: (requires no affinity, has no time constraints)

"...Get to the point. The trash here is so long-winded." チッ……さっさと要件を言え。ゴミどもはこれだから面倒くせぇ



"A party? I don't waste air on bootlickers. Try Tohma." 社交界？　肩書き目当ての奴らに構うつもりはねぇよ。塔真をあたれ



"Don't just stand there like an idiot. Hurry up. ...What? You got a problem? Spit it out." おい、ぼさっと突っ立ってねぇでついてこい。 ……何だ、文句でもあんのか？



"Kneel! Tsk... Where's {PC}? Bring her to my room." 跪け！ 　……チッ。あの女はどこだ。今すぐ俺の部屋に連れてこい



"What? Your schedule's not my problem. Just arrange it around me." あ？　お前の都合なんて��らねぇ。黙って俺に合わせてりゃいいんだよ



Affinity 1: (between 5am and 11am)

"...Huh? I don't want to see your face at the crack of dawn. Get out." ……あ？寝起きから、その面見せんな…… 下がってろ

given how vulgar his speech is sometimes i'm surprised he didn't say "asscrack of dawn"

Affinity 2: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Tell the chef I'm not in the mood for meat today." ……シェフに伝えろ。今日は肉の気分じゃねぇってな

Affinity 3: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"I'm not wasting my time fooling around with those brats today. If they're really that bored, just make them go on a low-ranking mission or something." ガキの遊びに付き合う気はねぇよ。そんなに暇なら、適当に低ランク任務でも行かせておけ

he's just barely avoiding making iPad kids out of Kaito and Lucas lmao

Affinity 4: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Put my dinner over there. I'll eat later if I feel like it." ディナーはそこに置いておけ。気が向いたら食っておく

i am once again asking the ghouls to FUCKING EAT PROPER MEALS.

Affinity 5: (between 8pm and 5am)

"I need more data for this case...  Go find Tohma, servant." 任務の資料が足りてねぇ…… 下僕、塔真を呼んでこい

Affinity 6: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"A Class C anomaly? Miss me with that weak shit. Why do you think we have a Vice Captain?" あ？　Ｃ級怪異？ つまんねぇことに俺を巻き込むな。 何のために副寮長がいるんだ？

MISS ME WITH THAT WEAK SHIT I AM IN TEARS WHO TAUGHT YOU TO TALK LIKE THAT. . . .

Affinity 7: (between 11am and 4pm)

"What about class? Ha. What makes you think you can lecture me? Worry about yourself." ……授業の時間？　ハッ、俺に説教とはいい度胸じゃねぇか。お前は自分の心配でもしてろ

Affinity 8: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"You don't even know that? What do they teach here?" ……そんなこともわからねぇのか？この学園の教育はどうなってんだ

I guess Jin has a good handle on the material and everything he'd need to know, as a third year. I say 'as a third year' but Alan didn't understand some of the basics so--

Affinity 9: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Bianerus! ...I'm not feeling it today. You can go." ＜ビアネルス＞ …………チッ。調子が悪い。今日はもう下がれ

Affinity 10: (between 10pm and midnight)

"It's late. We're done here. Leave." ……もう遅い。話は終わりだ、下がれ

Affinity 11: (between 5am and 11am)

"You're late. You've got some nerve making me wait, servant." ……遅ぇよ。下僕ごときが俺を待たせるな

Affinity 12: (between 11am and 4pm)

"...I'm hungry. Go order lunch. For two." ……腹が減ったな。おい、ランチの手配をしろ。２人分だ

i guarantee you the pc did not consider that he meant "i want to eat lunch with you" the first time this happened. she probably just thought "damn jin's hungry today."

Affinity 13: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"You have plans? Take a second and really think about whether your plans are more important than me before you open that mouth again." 今日は都合が悪い？ ……俺より優先する価値があるか、よく考えてから口を開け

Affinity 14: (between 5am and 11am)

"...Why are you so chatty today? Just pour my tea and get out of my face." チッ……うるせぇ。いつもの紅茶だけ淹れて失せろ

'stop trying to befriend me and go away' lmao

Affinity 15: (between 5am and 11am)

"You should be grateful I'm giving you the time of day this early in the morning." 俺が朝から相手してやってんだ。ありがたく思え

Affinity 16: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Why do you look so worn out? If you're going to serve me, learn how to take better care of yourself. Tohma, take her to the infirmary." おい下僕、なんだその顔色は。俺に仕えるなら体調管理は万全にしろ。 塔真、こいつを保健室に運んでこい

why the infirmary. . .i don't think she needs a doctor i think she needs a nap. You're overworking her didn't Tohma tell you not to break her you donut

Affinity 17: (between 10pm and midnight)

"It's still early... You want to practice the waltz? Bold, aren't you? You're going to be sore tomorrow." まだこんな時間か。 ワルツの練習？……生意気に催促しやがって。 覚悟しろよ。お前は明日、筋肉痛だ

are we still. . .talking about the. . .dancing. . . .

Affinity 18: (between 8pm and 5am)

"You want to dine with me? Ha. All right. Show me if you've learned anything." お前と俺が、ディナーを一緒に？ ハッ、面白ぇ。お手並み拝見といこうか

impromptu lesson on table manners!?

Affinity 19: (between 10pm and midnight)

"It's quiet tonight... Sit here, next to me. We're playing a duet. Don't give me that look. You'll know this song." 今夜は静かだな……隣に座れ。 連弾だ。そんな顔すんじゃねぇよ。 ……お前も知ってる曲だ

I previously used the expression names to describe his expression as 'pouting' and 'like a spoiled child' but he mostly just looks irritated lmaooo

Affinity 20: (between 5am and 11am)

"Waking me up every morning was your idea, so I'd better see you here tomorrow too. That's an order." ルーティンにしたのはお前だろ。責任取って、明日も起こしに来い。 ……これは命令だ

how quickly we go from "i don't wanna see your face first thing in the morning" to "i had better see your face every morning". . . . (it's not quickly at all. it's actually an incredibly slow process getting affinity up.)

Affinity 21: (between 11am and 4pm)

"...I was too active yesterday. Massage me, servant. ...What the hell was that? Put some muscle into it." チッ。昨日は体を動かしすぎたな。 下僕、次はマッサージだ。 ……足りねぇよ。もっと強く押せ

i love this one he's just like bitch what the fuck kinda weak ass massage is that put some back into it?????

Affinity 22: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"You don't know about dining etiquette? I don't have time for this... If you want me to teach you, I better see that nose on the grindstone." テーブルマナーがわからない？ 面倒くせぇ……俺に教わるからにはそれ相応の覚悟があんだろうな？

we are reaching critical levels of "i need to make you presentable so you can meet my father" also I find it funny that this is after the "you wanna eat with me? let's see if you've learned anything" line. WHEN WERE THEY SUPPOSED TO HAVE HAD LEARNED OR DO YOU EXPECT THEM TO STUDY YOU AS YOU EAT

Affinity 23: (between 8pm and 5am)

"What's that? My helicopter, obviously. Quit gawking and get in." 俺のヘリだ。見たらわかんだろ。……いいから、さっさと乗れ

get in servant idk where we're going but you are going with me

Affinity 24: (between 10pm and midnight)

"I've got plans early tomorrow. Your house is too far. Stay here tonight." 明日は早朝から用事がある。お前が寝泊まりしてる寮からじゃ間に合わねぇかもな。 今夜は、ここに泊まれ

another expression note. . .he's looking away and putting his hand on the back of his neck here. He's shy, almost. Because he's not asking you to stay over to perform some task. It's not your usual master-servant dynamic. He just wants you close to him. As close as possible. He really is rather sweet.

Affinity 25(max): (no time constraints)

"Never learn, do you? I don't take you being here for granted. I know it won't last forever. That's all I'm going to say." 懲りないやつだな。言っておくが、こうやってお前が隣にいること…… 俺は、永遠に続くとは思ってねぇぞ

Jin makes a kind of sad face when he says it won't last forever. well, as sad as he can manage.

He knows that once your curse is broken you'll probably go back to your ordinary life. If your curse can't be broken you'll die. And if you, for some reason, continue to stay at Darkwick even after being cured, he'll be a fourth year next year--he's gonna go off to do field work. Eventually he'll work in the highest levels of the Institute and eventually he'll take his father's place as the president. With all of this, there's no way you'll be able to be together, no matter what. This is a short lived burst of happiness and attachment for him. It means a lot more to him than you realize.

Spring: (March-May) (between 5am and 11am)

"(yawn) What's with that look? I'm not allowed to yawn?" ふぁっ…… あ？　何だその顔は。俺があくびして悪ぃか？

(between 11am and 4pm)

"The flowers you can see from the balcony? Yeah, I had them planted. ...My mother liked them." バルコニーから見える花……？ああ、俺が植えさせた。 …………お袋が好きだった花だ

the balcony bg and the front of frostheim background don't have flowers visible in them(i mean the balcony has potted plants but no flowers). . .i wonder what kind of flowers his mother liked. maybe the pc will grow them when they turn into a Kyklos.

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"Sunset's supposed to be nice this time of year. Come on, servant. Before I change my mind." 春茜か……おい下僕、少し外に出る。 俺の気が変わる前に付き合えよ

(between 8pm and 5am)

"You're going to see the cherry blossoms tonight with the brats? Suit yourself. I doubt any of you can appreciate them." あ？　ガキどもと夜桜を見に行く？ 勝手にしろ。お前らに、あの風情がわかるとは思えねぇけどな

'you guys are too poor to appreciate nice things'

Summer: (June-August) (between 5am and 11am)

"Those little shits are so loud this morning... They're worse than the cicadas. Tohma, go exterminate them." クソ、朝からガキどもがうるせぇ。 塔真、あのセミより鬱陶しい奴らを駆除してこい

MODS, PUT 'EM IN THE BLENDER.

(between 11am and 4pm)

"What kind of moron chooses to go out in the sun this time of year? Unless you want your brain to melt, stay here with me." わざわざこの時期、日を浴びようなんて奴は馬鹿しかいねぇ。 お前も脳みそ溶かしたくなきゃ、ここにいろ

jin. . .this is frostheim. it is PERMANENTLY WINTER here, even to the point of that the day-night timing doesn't change. It's not hot unless we leave the boundaries of frostheim. . . . THIS IS A THINLY VEILED EXCUSE TO GET YOU TO STAY WITH HIM.

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"You've got tickets to a fireworks festival? The view's better from a helicopter. ...You've got guts thinking you can show me a good time, peasant." あ？　花火大会の観覧席チケット？ 花火はヘリから見るもんだろ。庶民の分際で俺を誘いやがって……

'peasant' is worse than 'servant' in my opinion. . . .

(between 8pm and 5am)

"Haven't heard the sound of waves for a while... Get the speedboat. I'll drive." しばらく波の音も聞いてねぇな…… おい、今すぐクルーザーを出せ。操縦は俺がする

jin just shoving you into various vehicles to take you places is really funny to me for some reason. you're like his purse dog. he just wants to take you everywhere even if it doesn't really benefit him to do so. also he can drive a speedboat????



Autumn: (September-November) (between 5am and 11am)

"I overworked myself. Go get Tohma. I was right having him get that PT license. I should have you get one too." 塔真を呼べ、オーバーワークした。 あいつに整体の資格を取らせたのは正解だったな。 下僕、お前も取るか

. . .doesn't that take like three years minimum in japan. . .how did you get him to get that. . .didn't he only meet you like two and a half years ago and you weren't even in the same house then. . .is that a darkwick offered course. . . .

(between 11am and 4pm)

"A pumpkin spice latte? I'm not drinking this saccharine garbage. Give the rest to the brats." あ？　パンプキンスパイスラテ？ こんな甘ったるい茶は飲まねぇよ。残りはガキどもにやっとけ

what do you think he is, a basic bitch like you? Not a big fan of sweets. Noted.

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"My favorite family vacation? Don't have one. This conversation is over." 行楽の思い出？そんなもんねぇよ。 ……この話は終わりだ

(between 8pm and 5am)

"I don't play the piano because I like it. It's just force of habit." 別に、ピアノが好きで弾いてるわけじゃねぇよ。ただの惰性だ



Winter: (December-February) (between 5am and 11am)

"...Don't fucking wake me up. Come back later." ……起こすんじゃねぇ。話なら後にしろ

he hates the heat he hates the cold. . .well he also hates mornings in general. . . .

(between 11am and 4pm)

"Why is my name on this snowman? Tohma, give me your gloves. Whichever half-wit made this has shit for eyes." なんで雪だるまに、俺の名前が？ ……塔真、手袋を貸せ。これ作った奴の目は、確実に腐ってやがんな

"is that supposed to be me. . .? aw hell no i am fixing this shit"

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"Tell the chef and the brats we're having a roast dinner tomorrow. Kobe beef. They know how I like it." 明日はローストディナーだ、シェフとガキどもに言っとけ。 肉は神戸牛でな。焼き加減はわかってるはずだ

i like that the frostheim ghouls eat dinner together like a family. . .jin looks at Kaito and Lucas and goes 'those are my idiot sons. i cannot stand them.'

(between 8pm and 5am)

"You're staying here tonight, servant. I'll show you an aurora you couldn't even dream of." 下僕、今夜は泊まれ。最上級のオーロラを見せてやる

see how this is worded differently from when he asks you to stay over because 'your house is too far away'? even when he's trying to be sweet to you, as long as he maintains your power imbalance he feels comfortable--he has something over you here--but trying to lay his feelings bare, just saying 'i want you to stay with me', that's so much more than he's used to saying.



His birthday: (August 31st)

"A birthday party? This has Tohma written all over it, that asshole's always using me to— You're planning it? ...I'll think about it." 誕生日パーティー？　塔真の奴、また俺を客寄せに使って…… 違う？お前が主催？ ……気が向いたらな

'that asshole tohma is trying to make me go outside aga--oh you're planning the party. oh. okay. maybe.'



Your birthday:

"The song I just played? It's G. F. Handel. He wrote it for the queen's birthday." さっき弾いた曲？……Ｇ．Ｆ．ヘンデルが、女王の誕生日に送った曲だ

in case you don't get the significance of what he's saying here. . .lemme fetch one of Tohma's lines for you--

"I'm no more than a servant. Frostheim is ruled by a king, you see." 私はあくまで小間使いですよ。フロストハイムには、キングがいますから

my dude I think jin just called you his queen--only for your birthday though don't get cocky, servant



New Years: (January 1st)

"Hope you're ready for another year being at beck and call, servant. First up, my New Year's courtesy calls. Go do them for me." おい、下僕。今年も俺専用の女中として必死に尽くせよ。 まずは新年の挨拶回りだ。代わりに行ってこい

'happy new year! your purpose is still serving me.'



Valentine's Day: (February 14th)

"What's that sad-looking box you're holding? ...Oh. No, don't throw it away. I'll take it." なんだ？　この貧相な包みは。 ……ああ、そういうことか。 捨てなくていい。受け取ってやるよ

jin is one of those characters who probably gets a mountain of chocolates given to him by admirers, all brand name and like from famous confectioners and shit. real nice fancy packages. so he sees your shitty little unprofessional homemade thing and is like 'tf is that' before he realizes it's for him and it's made with love and he just. . .ah. no, i want that, actually.



White Day: (March 13th)

"Keep your schedule open tonight. You're having a meal your peasant taste buds couldn't even dream of." おい、今夜は予定を開けとけ。庶民じゃ一生出会えねぇような美味いもん、お前に食わせてやるよ



April Fool's Day: (April 1st)

"Hey, are you all right? ...Tsk. If that was a joke, it wasn't fucking funny. I've changed my mind. Cancel all my plans for the day." おい、お前大丈夫か？ 　……チッ。質の悪ぃ嘘だな…… 気が変わった。今日の予定はすべてキャンセルだ

i feel like Jin is about to put together the most elaborate prank and it's gonna hurt someone's feelings or get somebody hurt and no one will find it funny and he'll end up feeling super shitty. like that one spongebob episode.



Halloween: (October 31st)

"Where the hell's Tohma? Asshole sent the brats to my room to beg for candy. Next time I see him I'm going to wring his fucking neck." クソ……塔真はどこだ。俺の部屋に籠持ったガキども寄こしやがって。 あいつ……ぶっ殺すぞ……

okay but did you give them candy?



Christmas: (December 25th)

"Go tell Tohma what color dress you're wearing tonight. Why? Maybe I'll wear a matching ascot tie. If I feel like it." 今夜着るドレスの色を塔真に伝えておけ。 あ？　理由？ 気が向いたらアスコットタイの色を合わせてやる



Idle: (about 20 seconds without interacting with the game) (below 13 affinity)

"...Where the hell did she go?" ……あの女、どこ行きやがった？

(13 affinity and above)

"Shit... This is throwing me off. Who does that servant think she is?" ……クソ……調子が狂う。 下僕の分際で、舐めやがって……

he feels so wrong without you next to him aw



Absent: (logging in for the first time in 2 or more days?)

"...You've got guts abandoning your place at my back, servant. I'm going to have to retrain you." …………っ、おい……下僕は常に主人の後ろにいるもんだろうが。 お前は再教育だ

ONCE AGAIN IT FEELS LIKE I PUT NEARLY ALL OF THEM IN IT'S ALL OF THEM NOW! The way he treats the pc in so many different ways but it makes sense with his character and feelings. . .as far as the home screen lines go, Jin definitely loves you in some capacity. He's actually quite clingy. . .i'm a little too sleepy for more coherent thought haha

[celestecreation]

Some gals

[samandcolbyownme]

OMGGG?? THE VAMPIRE SNC WAS SOOO GOOD?? UR WORK NEVER DISAPPOINTS I'M ALSO JUST HAVING A VAMPIRE SNC BRAINROT 😭 (and I'm living off crumbs from the 5 vampire fanfics I can find lmaooo)

Part One

Warnings: SMUT18+, compulsion, strong language, swearing, mentions of blood, blood drinking, vampire!Sam and Colby, THREESOME, kissing, choking, hair pulling, fingering, biting, scratching, creampie, oral (all), filth

Word Count: 1.7k | unedited

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Colby pushes the side door open, shaking his head as he walks out into the ally, “No. I’m not going with on this little escapade.”

You huff, “I’m not going home. There’s nothing left for me there.”

“So what? You’re just going to travel the world, enjoying a drink from each continent?” Colby asks and you and Sam both nod, agreeing in unison, “Yep.”

“Of course.” Colby rolls his eyes, “You both know that either of you not having any sort of humanity is not good for anybody, right?”

“Good for us.” You shrug and Sam nudges you, nodding to Colby. You take a quiet breath, slowly walking up to him, “You know, it could be good for you, too, Colby.”

Colby pushes your hand off of his chest, “Fuck off, y/n. I’m not doing this.”

“Why? Because you’re the fun police and can’t manage to have a good time?” You tilt your head, “You know it’s okay to let go sometimes.”

You walk around him, hands sliding up his back and over his shoulders, “That time is with us, Colbs. You know we’ll treat you right.”

You move out from behind Colby, walking over to Sam, “I don’t think he wants to, baby.”

Sam tsks his tongue, “Shame.” Sam shakes his head, looking up at Colby, “He has no idea what he’s missing.”

“Come on. Off to our next place.” You pull Sam, walking away from Colby when he’s suddenly in front of you, “Where are you going?”

“What’s it to you? You just want to get in the way of everything.” You push past him and he grabs your arm, whipping you back into his chest, “You’re such a bitch anymore.”

You stare up at him, smirking slowly as you see his lips twitch, “You love it. Admit it.”

“Maybe when we get to where we’re going.”

——

After arriving at one of Colby’s old hangouts, they let you have the floor. Watching you move your way effortlessly through the crowd of unsuspecting people.

“Don’t move and don’t make a sound.” You stare into the eyes of a random woman who stares off as you sink your teeth into her flesh.

You feel a hand on your back, smirking as you lift your head away to find Colby standing behind you. His eyes flick down to your blood covered chin and you can see his breath catch in his throat.

“What?” You tilt your head, “Want a taste?”

Colby licks his lips, “I do, but not from her.” He grabs the back of your neck, spinning the girl around to stare into her eyes, “Get the fuck out of here.”

She quickly leaves and Colby turns towards you and quickly leans in, his tongue dragging to lick up the red smear, “Fuck.” He groans, gripping your hip with his other hand, “Fuck you guys for making me do this.”

You lean back, watching as Colby closes his eyes and suddenly, his safe, caring demeanor, was gone.

“There he is.” You bite your lip, smirking as you slide your hand down to interlock his fingers with yours, “Come with me.”

You walk up to Sam and he pushes himself away from the banister, “See you still know where that switch it.”

Colby shrugs, laying his arm over your shoulder, “You guys really know how to flick it, don’t you?” He rolls his eyes, glancing down at you with a smirk, “Alright. When does the fun start?”

Sam moves to your other side, wrapping his arm around your waist, “anytime. She’s ours now, Colby.”

Sam’s words entice you, turn you on to the max.

You grab Sam, pushing him up against the closest wall, “Haven’t had you all night.” You mumble as you walk up to him, “Need you now.”

He smirks as you lean in, pressing your lips to his. You feel Colby’s body press against your back and his hands find your hips.

You kiss down Sam’s neck before Colby spins you around, “Where we going?” His eyes scan your face as his thumb traces over the dried blood streaks, “Shit, you are so pretty.”

Your hands slide up his chest, “We can go anywhere you want.”

“C’mon.” Sam nudges you and you both follow him to the bathroom. Colby grabs a a guy by his forearm and looks into his eyes, “Put an out of order sign on this door and don’t ask questions.”

The guy nods, immediately going to fetch a sign and Colby pushes you in after Sam. He closes the door, twisting the lock before dashing over to you.

Your hands are pinned above your head and Colby’s lips are on yours. You moan against them, finally knowing what his lips feel like, taste like.

His hand slides down your arm to your throat, “Tell me what you want, baby.”

“You.” You gasp out as he pushes his knee between your thighs, “Fuck, Colby.” Your hips move like they have a mind of their own, grinding down and moaning out as his lips find your neck.

Your eyes meet Sam’s as he walks up next to you, sliding his hand up your thigh as his nose brushes against your temple, “Such a needy girl.”

Sam takes you from Colby, quickly moving you over to the sink and setting you down. His hands free the button on your jeans, and you gasp as you feel his fingers slide in your underwear.

“Just take them off.” You push him back, standing up so you can push them down. Colby’s hand finds your neck as his teeth nip at your ear lobe, “Don’t be such a fuckin’ brat, baby.”

You smirk, moaning out as Sam’s fingers slip into your aching cunt, “The brattier I am, the rougher the sex.” You tilt your head back slightly, a squeak leaving your throat as Colby’s grip grows tighter.

Your eyes roll back as Sam drops to his knees, lips attaching to your clit. Your hand goes to his head, rocking your hips slightly as your vision starts to grow darker.

Colby’s grip loosens on your neck and you take a sharp breath, “Fuck, fuck yes.” You look down at Sam, spreading your legs more as you grip the counter, whining out as you feel yourself growing closer.

“Gonna cum for him, hmm?” Colby brushes hair from your face and you nod, hips rolling as Sam groans against you before standing up.

You whine, “I was so close.”

He turns you around, bending you down next to the sink, “I know.” He gives up is smirk as you glance back at him, biting down onto your lip as you watch him undo his jeans.

Colby’s fingers turn your chin towards him and you reach up, one elbow holding your weight on the counter, and free his cock.

You lick your lips, eyes squeezing shut as you feel Sam’s thrusts his cock into you with a groan, “Fuck, I love the way your pussy always squeezes me.”

Colby steps closer, watching as you wrap your hand around his cock and lean into it. Your tongue swirls around the tip, moaning from the grip Sam has on your hips, and his cock pounding into you.

You moan out loudly, and Colby takes the opportunity to shove his cock between your parted lips, groaning as you push your head down further, “That’s it.”

Colby runs a hand over your head, bucking his hips as he tilts his head back slightly, “Fucking hell, so good at this, baby.”

“Just like that.” Colby’s fingers tangle in your hair to hold your head still. Your eyes roll closed as Sam reaches around and circles your clit with his fingers, his other hand pressed onto the small of your back, “Such a slut for us.”

Your moans are muffled by Colby’s cock. He pulls his hips back and looks at Sam, “I need her, Sam.”

You whimper as Sam’s cock slides out of you and you watch as he walks around to where Colby was, switching places.

Sam grips your chin as Colby’s cock glides into you.

You moan out louder, reaching up to grab onto Sam’s forearm as you look up at him. His thumb brushes over your lips and you take it into your mouth, sucking as you moan from Colby’s rough thrusts.

His grip on your hips is tight, pulling you back with each of his thrusts to meet his hips, “I’ll fuck the brattiness right out of you.”

Colby groans, “You have no idea, y/n.”

Sam takes his thumb from your lips, replacing it with his cock.

He groans, laying a hand on the back of your head as you bob up and down, moaning around him.

He gasps, gaining a tight grip on your hair as he pushes your head down more. You hold it there for a few seconds before popping off, pushing yourself back to meet Colby’s thrusts, “I’m gonna cum, don’t fucking stop.”

“What are you gonna do if I stop?” Colby asks, slowly but roughly thrusting into you, “Huh?”

You roll your eyes and Colby’s hand moves up your back to grip your hair, yanking your head back, “Answer me, little brat? You got me to turn my humanity off, answering me is the least you can do.”

You laugh, moaning lowly, “nothing. Just please don’t stop.”

Sam’s cock slips past your lips and into your throat.

His hands lift your head up and down, moaning loudly as his hips buck.

“That’s it.” Sam groans, “Taking us so fucking well.”

You look up at Sam, moaning loudly as you cum around Colby. Colby’s grip tightens as he pulls you back, pumping his cum inside of you.

Sam pulls his cock away, stroking himself a few times before his cum spills out onto your lips and tongue.

He groans as he watches you lick your lips, collecting every drop on your tongue. He tilts his head, shaking it as he pulls you to stand up straight, “We better go find a hotel or something for the night.”

“Whys that?” You play dumb, “Are you not done with me yet?”

Colby presses his chest to your back as he pulls your jeans up, “Far from it, sweetheart. I could get used to this.”

——

The smut felt kind of rushed, I’m sorry! But I wanted to get something I’ve been working on out. Thank you so much for reading! I love you all so so much! See you in the next one!

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[ifonlyitwasmidnight]

Hi, hope you can see this…can I request a Oneshot or a Scenario for Tokyo Revengers? Which the Toman boys got converted into toddlers and the reader (who’s the only one how didn’t got converted into a toddler) have to take care of them?

Hey! Sorry for the delay, but here we go! This was so much fun to write! I really hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it for you :)

Summary: The Tokyo Revengers boys were turned into toddlers! It's up to you, Emma, and Hina to keep them in one piece!

Word Count: 1826

Insistent and unrelenting banging on your front door roused you from sleep. Beside you, your phone vibrated against the nightstand, reverberating loudly through the wood. You rolled over with a groan, stretching your muscles to try and relieve yourself of the urge to ignore whatever was going on in favor of more rest.

You fumbled for your phone, which stopped ringing as you slammed your hand on it. The backlight from the screen was bright in your dark room, blinding you momentarily.

15 missed calls.

“What the…” you whispered, clicking on the call log. A mix of Emma and Hina’s names filled the screen.

The banging on your front door started again, causing you to drop your phone. The noise was much louder this time. Panic began to sink in. What if something had happened overnight? You shot from bed, tripping over your feet as you scooped up the nearest jacket and all but sprinted to the front door. You unlocked the door and pushed it open, only to be pushed back against the wall when Hina and Emma rushed in, talking over each other frantically.

“What took you so long to answer?” Emma sputtered, clearly out of breath.

You looked between them both—they looked okay. 

“What happened? Is someone hurt?” You were panicked. They would never show up like this if something weren’t wrong.

“Not hurt, exactly,” Hina muttered.

Emma and Hina stepped aside, and your eyes were drawn to the space between them, where seven tiny toddlers stood. Something about the grumpy little faces looking up at you seemed familiar. Unruly blond hair pinned back at the top, a braid down another's head, lavender, long black, two more blondes, and one that looked like tiger stripes… 

You gasped, slapping your hands over your mouth. These were the boys. All the boys. But they were the size of toddlers, pushing and shoving at each other, filling the room with childish laughter. 

“What the fuck?” You stammered. 

“We don’t know!” Emma threw up her hands and nudged little Mikey off her leg as he pulled on the hem of her shirt. “Mikey quit!”

“Hungry!” Mikey yelled, voice silencing the other boys. The noise suddenly turned into demands for food. 

You knelt so you were at eye level with them all.

“Hey, guys. You all hungry?” 

Shouts of “yes” and trampling feet rushed past you further into your apartment. Almost all, at least. Little Kazutora walked up to you silently and put his arms out. You scooped him up, straddling him on your hip as you moved towards the kitchen, Emma and Hina at your back.

“Do you think they know what’s going on?” You shot over your shoulder. 

Hina squeaked as Takemichi, Chifuyu, and Baji ran past her, chasing each other around and jumping off the furniture. 

“Boys!” You raised your voice to get their attention. They stopped in their tracks, looking at you with wide eyes. “Not on the furniture—you’ll get hurt. Got it?”

The two unruly blondes nodded quickly, and Baji pouted, his lower lip sticking out under his fangs. Draken and Mitsuya giggled at their friends getting in trouble. 

“How did you do that?” Emma said as she looked through your cabinets for food. “They’ve been like this all morning. I’m never having kids.”

“Little siblings, remember?” You adjusted Kazutora as you reached for bowls and spoons. All you had was cereal to feed them. “It’s how Mitsuya and I bonded. Whole having to raise little ones while you were barely grown thing.”

You three worked in tandem, getting them all settled with of bowls of cereal in front of the TV, putting on some unknown kid show full of colors and music to keep their attention. This was the craziest thing you had ever seen. This was something you would see in a B-rated movie on prime TV. Mikey was the first to finish, dropping the spoon on the table where it clattered loudly. He got up from his spot and began to make his way towards the couch, presumably to fall asleep like he did whenever he ate, but Mitsuya caught him by the tail of his shirt before he could get too far.

“You need to pu’ your stuff ‘way, Ikey.”

You, Emma, and Hina stifled giggles at how Mitsuya couldn’t quite say Mikey’s name. Mikey stomped back to his bowl and picked it up, going to the kitchen to deposit it in the sink, barely tall enough to get his hands over the lip of the counter. He stuck his tongue out at Mitsuya as he collapsed on the couch, his eyes closing instantly.

“What do we do with them now?” Hina was looking at Takemichi with worry painted across her delicate features.

“Entertain them, I suppose?” You offered the solution at a loss yourself. “We don’t know how it happened or if it will reverse.”

“You mean they might be stuck like this?” Emma groaned. “I’m too young for this.” She rubbed the bridge of her nose.

You snapped your fingers. There was a park around the corner from your apartment. 

“Emma, why don’t you stay here with Mikey while Hina and I take the rest of the boys to the park?” If you could get their energy out and get them to sleep, maybe that would reverse the effects. 

The six that were still awake all looked at you at the same time, excitement painted across each face. You were slowly putting together that they didn’t just look like toddler versions of themselves; they were the toddler versions. You shushed them as they all started talking at once, pointing at the sleeping form of Mikey. They all instantly quieted down, shushing each other. 

You and Hina were out the door not five minutes later, keeping a close eye on Baji and Draken as they ran down the walkway. 

“Red light!” You called to them as they got too far, and they both froze, waiting for the adults to catch up impatiently. 

Kazutora held one hand, clinging closely to you, and Mitsuya held your other. Hina was carrying Takemichi on her back as he rambled about everything he could see, and Chifuyu was holding her free hand, swinging it back and forth, bright eyes taking in his surroundings.

“How did you all round them up?” 

Hina reached for Chifuyu as he ran ahead to join Draken and Baji. She sighed, giving up on trying to keep him close.

“We were all at our house last night. When I woke up this morning, they were all,” she gestured widely, encompassing all the boys in the motion.

You nodded. You were supposed to be with the group hanging out last night, but after a long day at work, all you wanted was to go home and climb into bed. Hina leaned down so that Takemichi could press the button to cross the busy street, the park within sight. When the little man on the panel lit up, all the boys raced across the street, even Kazutora, desperate to get to their favorite pieces of the playground.

Pushes on the swings turned into helping on monkey bars and watching tiny bodies fly down the slides. Each one demanded your attention the longer you were there, getting jealous of the others if your or Hina’s eyes weren’t equally divided. Slowly, each boy began to sit on the nearby benches, finally running their energy out. 

“Baji!” You called for the only one who was still going strong. “We gotta go, buddy. Everyone else is tired.”

“No!” Baji yelled back, folding his arms across his chest. 

You raised an eyebrow at Baji as Mitsuya walked up to you, requesting that you pick him up where he tucked his head into your shoulder, exhaustion quickly overtaking his not-so-little-anymore body.

“Baji, you either get over here, or I will come get you,” Hina said sternly, a clear mom voice coming out. 

Baji kicked at the ground a little before giving in and coming to join the group. You grunted as you adjusted Mitsuya to be a little higher.

“I swear, he’s gotten bigger since we got here.” Hina looked over at you, but her attention was captured by Draken, who was now at the top of her hip. He may have always been the tallest one, but he was defiantlytaller than he was this morning. You looked him over, and he flashed a smirk back up at you, more in line with a kid rather than a toddler. 

“Let’s get them back,” you said as you grabbed Baji’s hand before he could wander off again. He yawned widely, giving into the handhold quicker than you thought he would. 

Settled back in your apartment, all the boys collapsed on the couch, piled on each other like a pile of puppies. 

“They’re all bigger. Even Mikey,” Emma whispered as you all gathered back in the kitchen, the only place you could talk freely without fear of waking them.

“Maybe it means this is over?” Hina peered around the corner for a quick look, giving you both a thumbs up, signaling they had fallen asleep already.

They all stayed asleep for hours, and it seemed like they morphed each time you looked at them. Tiny limbs extended into lengthy, awkward teenage phases. Draken stirred first, the sounds of grunting as he untangled himself from the group drawing your attention. He was taller than you again as he stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before enveloping you in a hug like he usually would.

You stiffened for a second before he pulled back and looked at you, a questioning look crossing his face when you didn’t hug him back.

“What?” He grumbled.

“Are you back to normal?” You looked him over. He seemed normal. 

“What’da mean?” 

You pointed back to the couch where the rest of the boys were still slowly returning to normal. Drakens eyes shot open as he took in the frames of his friends.

“Holy fuck, I thought that was just a bad dream.” He looked around, suddenly realizing he was in yourapartment, not Takemichi’s.

“Nope,” Hina popped the ‘p’ in the word, blowing gently on her cup of coffee.

The restored Draken stood with you in the kitchen while the others slowly woke up, returned to their original forms. The sun was setting when Chifuyu finally woke up, all his friends waiting patiently for him to join them. He sat up and stretched his returned-to-normal arms over his head, groaning overly dramatically as he did.

“You guys would not believe the dream I had. Wait, why are we here?” He looked at you all, eyes bouncing between each person.

“Wasn’t a dream, man,” Baji said as he flipped through the channels on the TV. 

“I’m never drinking again,” Kazutora said as he leaned his head against your shoulder. You patted his head affectionally, laughing at your bizarre day. 

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saerom + dm era ⤷ requested by anon ♡

[zepskies]

Get Stuffed

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus-sized Latina!Reader

Summary: Dean enjoys the way you cook Christmas dinner with a Latin flair, even if Sam likes to tease him about his insatiable appetite. You remind Sam about the true reason behind one of Dean’s biggest quirks.

AN: This was requested by my lovely friend @iprobablyshipit91: Sam making the usual digs at Dean about his diet, and how much he eats, and the reader pulling him aside and telling him to back off as he doesn’t realize how much Dean went hungry as a kid to make sure Sam was fed.

Word Count: 1,800 Tags/Warnings: Fluff, innuendo, tinge of angst

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“Aw, hell yeah,” Dean mutters. He rubs his hands together and surveys the immovable feast that’s about to get shoveled into his mouth.

This Christmas marks roughly your first year living with the brothers Winchester in the bunker, and a few months after your first anniversary with Dean.

He’s made it very clear that he enjoys your cooking, especially of Cuban food. So you’ve gone all out for Christmas: white rice and your grandmother’s recipe for black beans, boiled yuca with plenty of garlic, bread drizzled with more garlic and olive oil, and Dean’s favorite…

“What’s this part of the pig called again?” he asks. And he uses a large fork to spear into the mountain of roasted meat that you’ve already cut and piled onto a platter.

You come in from the kitchen with the bread in hand, placing it on the dinner table. You sidle up behind him, where he's seated.

“The shoulder,” you say, squeezing both of Dean’s. He hums in interest as you press a kiss to the side of his head. “It’s called pernil. Marinated with garlic, mojo, bunch of good stuff.”

He predictably steals a juicy piece of meat, plopping it into his mouth. He grins while he chews and makes a happy sound.

“Ohoho, yeah.”

You share an amused look with Sam, who sits beside his brother. By the time you’ve found your seat on Dean’s other side, he’s already serving you and Sam the same hefty portions he serves himself.

You know for a fact you’re only going to eat about half of your plate. Sam manages to polish his off. Dean does as well…and serves himself twice more before you break out the dessert.

“Please tell me that’s a flan,” Dean says, drumming his fingers on the table.

“How the hell are you still hungry?” Sam asks.

The look on his face says he’s half entertained, half disgusted. Dean is still sucking on the crispy skin on a piece of pork. He licks the juices off his fingers.

“Have I taught you nothing?” he says. “There’s always room for dessert.”

He tosses you a wink, followed closely by a suggestive smirk. You glance at him with a smile as you set down the metal pan.

“It is a flan,” you affirm. “I tried my hand at coconut this time.”

“Ooh, tropical,” Dean says, waggling greasy fingers. He wipes them on a napkin before he reaches for the pie cutter, which is usually reserved for his favorite dessert. Although, flan is rapidly becoming his second go-to. The rich custardy goodness is calling to him like a siren song.

“How can I get you to make this more often?” Dean mutters while carving out a generous slice.

Your lips curve. You rest your chin on your hand and lean towards him, earning his gaze. “If I made it all the time, you wouldn’t savor it, now would you?”

Dean smirks. His gaze lowers to your lips, like he’s contemplating some persuasive maneuvers.

“You’d also be 300 pounds,” Sam remarks, taking a sip of his beer.

You eye Sam with a frown. But Dean just laughs it off and cuts his little brother a slice.

By the end of the meal, all three of you are stuffed. Dean groans and leans back in his seat. A gurgle mounts audibly from his stomach.

“Jesus. Are you erupting?” Sam says.

Dean holds up a finger. “Wait for it.”

You give your boyfriend a bemused look. You know exactly what’s about to happen. As does Sam, who’s grimacing.

A few seconds later, Dean does erupt, with a truly legendary belch.

“Nice,” you say wryly. Dean squeezes your soft, thick thigh and backs his chair away from the table.

“Well, since I roasted the pig and you did the rest, I’d say it’s Sammy’s turn on cleaning duty,” he says.

“Thanks,” Sam says, with a wan smile. Yours is more jovial, even as Dean’s hand toys with a curl of your hair after he stands.

“I’m gonna shower off the meat sweats,” he says.

You giggle, but you nod. “You do that. I’ll help Sam a bit, put away the food at least.”

Your smile becomes more genuine when Dean drops a kiss on your forehead from above.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he says. His voice is a quiet, deep rumble washing over you. You know what he’s thanking you for: good food, and a small, but warm Christmas.

You reach up and give his cheek a tender touch, before he withdraws and makes his way to the bedroom he shares with you. It leaves you and Sam to collect what’s on the table and bring it all into the kitchen. While Sam does the dishes, you start to put away the leftovers.

Something has been nagging at you all night, though you’ve tried to stamp it down time and time again. You don’t know if it's your place to say something. Especially if Dean doesn’t seem bothered…but it bothers you. And you’ve never been one to hold your tongue.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” you begin, even as a small bit of trepidation niggles inside you.

Sam looks over at you. He’s quick to catch the serious note in your demeanor.

“Yeah, what’s up?” he replies. You okay? his eyes also ask.

“Why do you get on Dean so much for enjoying his food?” you ask.

Sam blinks. Then he scoffs a little. “There’s enjoying, and then there’s gluttony.”

“He’s not that bad,” you argue.

“He ate half his weight in pig,” Sam says. You can’t exactly deny that, but you cross your arms and turn to him, leaning your hip against the counter.

“So? It’s Christmas. Let him be happy,” you retort.

Sam levels you with pinched brows. “He’s not in his 20s anymore. All that crap he eats is going to catch up to him someday.”

“What, you expect him to down some kale smoothies?” you reply, giving a pointed brow raise and a teasing smile. “Get up at the crack of dawn for a bare-chested run?”

Sam shoots you a dry look.  

“My point is, I’m not gonna survive hundreds of monster attacks just to get taken down by cholesterol,” he says.

You sigh a raise a placating hand. “All right. I get what you’re saying. I’m just saying…have you ever thought about why he loves food so much? Why he overindulges sometimes?”

Sam's brow quirks. It’s a question you know you need to tread lightly in order to answer. You uncross your arms to lay a hand on Sam’s wrist. He stops washing dishes and turns off the sink to give you his full attention, sensing your shift.

You look up at him, and you steel yourself.

“He might’ve mentioned once…that you two sometimes had a hard time growing up. With John taking you guys from motel to motel while he was working a job, and every now and then, leaving you guys alone longer than he meant to.”

Dean had been more than a bit drunk when you’d gotten this out of him. Hearing about that aspect of his upbringing had upset you, not just as someone who cared about him, but the caretaker in you smarted.

“Even though you guys didn’t have enough money at times, your brother always made sure you were fed,” you explain. You meet Sam’s gaze, squeezing his arm. “Sometimes he went without.”

Sam’s expression slowly slackens, contemplative and dismayed at what you’re implying. He dries his hands on a kitchen towel and rubs at his mouth, like he’s reeling back the years of evidence in his mind and trying to confirm if you were right.

“You don’t remember?” you gently ask.

Sam shakes his head. “I mean, I knew things were tight. I remember him taking care of me, obviously. But…”

He doesn’t remember his brother going hungry.

It carves a hole of remorse in his chest.

This isn’t the first time he’s had to reexamine Dean’s role in his life, and not the first time he’s felt this flavor of guilt. But he sighs and really doesn’t know what to say.

You seem to realize that, and you squeeze his arm one last time.

“Just keep that in mind,” you implore.

You soon leave him to venture upstairs, but there in the kitchen, Sam makes a resolution before the new year. One that includes having a conversation with his brother.

You find Dean in your bedroom. Now in his most threadbare sweatpants and an old black shirt, he lays over the covers on the bed. His eyes are closed and his arms are folded behind his head, but he hears you when you come in.

You slide into bed next to him and lay your head on his chest. He groans deep and slowly lowers his arms. One of them wraps around your frame.

“Think I overdid it a bit,” he admits, cracking his eyes open. You smile and gently pat his stomach. 

“Wanna go for a walk tomorrow?” you ask. “We can go down to the park.”

Dean raises a brow at you. “You hate walking.”

“Not true,” you shake your head, before you rest more comfortably against him. He tucks you in beside him and begins to run his fingers down your arm. It’s a bit distracting.

“Could be nice, with the right view,” you add, though you shiver a little at his touch.

Dean makes a sound of mild interest in the idea. “I guess, if you like stringy trees and frozen lakes.”

It’s winter in Lebanon. Not much to look at.

You smirk and press a kiss to his chest. “I mean, that, and you in some little Richard Simmons shorts.”

Dean gives you a look, and you giggle so hard it shakes your whole body against him.

“Honestly, I think that’ll really do it for me,” you tease. You walk two fingers across his thigh, where a cute pair of ‘80s-style exercise shorts would cut off.

Dean grabs your hand and rolls you over, pinning you underneath him on the bed. His thigh slips between both of yours, causing friction against your jeans. And he smirks down at you.

“Sweetheart, I don’t do shorts.”

AN: 😂 A little callback to S1 at the end there. I hope you guys liked this! Just in time to prepare for my Christmas cooking! ❤️💚

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I'll walk you home.

[midnightanxietytm]

He takes his whiskey neat

A/N: Look, I think i was possessed while writing this one /j. It was like 1 am and I was procrastination on college work, I dunno what happened but this is the ungodly spawn of my imagination mixed with sleep deprivation, caffeine and stress. Enjoy and don't question it too much

Contents: Ford Pines x reader, pinning (lots of pining), I pictured reader in their late 40s to early 50s so there is an age gap but nothing extreme. There's some plot in those holes. uhhh lots of tension and no payoff because im pretty sure I passed out before I got to that part.

Word count: 996

There’s this look on his eyes now that you can’t quite figure out.

Ever since Stanford Pines came back from the portal, ever since weirdmageddon and the end of that fateful summer, something about him fundamentally changed. There’s contempt, relief, sure, but there's more to it, something that he keeps deep in that rattling metal-protected brain of his.

And god forbid sometimes you just want to pick him apart entirely, figure out every detail, note it down, absorb it, maybe then his mere presence won’t entice you, mess you, so goddamn much.

It culminates, as all events are bound to do, right before that year’s summer vacation, you blame the heat. 

Soos and Melody took a vacation for themselves, entrusting the shack back to Stan’s less than trustworthy hands, just like old times. Ford slips back into the basement so easily you almost follow him; your mind briefly longing for that nostalgia of being freshly out of college, when you and Ford were easily impressed by the oddness of the world.

You were a prodigy; a good ten years younger than him yet still doing your masters while he did his doctorate, and in the same area with similar themes! Back then, you two were just bright-eyed yet very tired academics… Then Gravity Falls presented itself on a silver platter, and Bill followed through.

You were there, on the day of the portal, or at least, almost there, going back for the thousandth time, expecting no answer to your knocks at the door as usual, only to be met with the fallout of something far worse than refusal.

And then he was back, less jittery, less paranoid and less sleep deprived than he was before at least. But there was that thing in his eyes, that inherent distrust, detachment…? You struggled to find the words and if there’s one thing that you as a scientist can’t deal with is a question that goes unresearched.

So it began; your “research” depended on experiment and to experiment, you firstly decided to get close to your unwilling subject. And you go down the rabbit hole.

You find him in the basement, of course. He’s drawing on loose sheets of paper, some of the discarded pieces lay on the floor, and the cd player by his side is playing just loud enough to muffle your footsteps as you approach him by his right side. “Updating the journal?” You ask, nonchalantly, as if you hadn't obsessively turned each page of his journals before, as if your own handwriting wasn’t squeezed in the first ones before his old muse took all the space left.

Ford just hums, raising his chin slightly, but not his eyes, just to acknowledge the question. “Not really, just trying to get some proportion practice. Looking back, some of my work on the first journal was… Not the best.” 

A chuckle leaves your mouth; “If you say so…” You hum, picking up one of the filled out pages that were pushed aside in the table and pretending to look it over as he places his pen down and looks up at you.

“Any advice?” He asks, and once again you pretend to be paying attention to anything but him and his every movement.

“Not really… I think you’re good.” You place the paper back at the table, leaning against it. “Thought you’d be going through your abstract phase by now, honestly.” And you smirk down at him.

He leans back, crossing his arms; “I fear I’m too logical to have an abstract phase, even my craziest dreams have math and science behind them.” And you both laugh, and your curiosity itches more and more every millisecond.

The next words that leave your mouth were planned and inwardly rehearsed, but they come out natural as a summer breeze. “Every tortured artist has an abstract phase, get on with the times, sixer!” It comes out as a joke, it's a test. And suddenly you’re too nervous to stay there, staring at him and waiting for a rebuttal. You push yourself off the table and zipline to one of the bookshelves, reaching towards the back of it, you pull the ‘eureka whiskey’ and the two cups.

He just watches you for a second, then accepts the cup as you pour him one, then one for yourself. 

And it’s truly the eureka whiskey, because goddamn you just found something in those eyes. 

He takes a sip; “Yeah I guess those portal days would do for some good surrealist pieces at least.”

“I can’t even imagine.” You say.

He smirks, lips inches from his cup. “You can’t…” He takes a sip. “That’s the point of surrealist.” You want his brain under a microscope, you want his breath mixing with yours, you want to never see him again, you want to wake up near him every day.

The curse of science is that in the endeavor to figure out the world, the scientist often loses sight of themselves. 

The witty remarks, the planned lines, the psychological strategies, all fly out of you head and you lean back against his desk. He’s leaned further back now and his chair is turned diagonally towards you and he watches with a smile and those eyes. “What did you see?” It’s almost a whisper, because you think he might actually tell you, and that scares you more than anything.

“Too much…” He swallows, sighs, takes a swing of whiskey and rests the empty cup on the desk. “It was very chaotic, honestly that’s all I want to say…” You sigh, pushing yourself up to sit at his desk, and his head tilts as he watches you. 

“I’m glad you’re back.” You settle, even though it doesn’t even come near to all the things you want to express. He smiles, and his eyes travel down, landing on your hands, holding your barely touched whiskey glass. You follow his gaze, and chuckle. “I’m more of a whine person.”

“I know…”