#and hes sooo cool actually and um he um he he

[p1zzaparty]

im the only one who loves my little goofy goober

[wasyago]

i imagine it's quite chilly in the black sea (for the lack of sun and color), so they're wearing slightly warmer clothes now uwu

+ thoughts

[silverselfshippingchaos]

i hate s.eifer a.lmasy so much

[butchlifeguard]

primrose's ch3 is GOOD btw

[calware]

i kind of want to study why the fandom is so reactionary with the way people portray characters. john is so bubbly and friendly he's like a golden retriever!!! um wait no actually that's out of character, john has never cried or felt sad ever. dave is sooo cool and suave, wait nevermind he's a soft sadboy who needs a boyfriend to kiss him :( and he's woke now!!! actually he isn't woke, in fact he hates women. rose is a nice girl and a nice lesbian who drinks tea and knows how to be the therapist friend and solve everyone's problems :) no, she's actually mean and cold and doesn't care about her friends. just kidding she's suuuuper silly and wholesome with no other personality traits and flaws! the fandom doesn't talk enough about jade's personality for this phenomenon to occur. jane is the sweet nurturing mom friend who takes care of all her friends! wait, no, she's an evil fascist bitch who does horrible things because she's destined to be horrible. hold on, she actually has zero flaws as a person and can never be portrayed doing anything wrong, lest people think she's an evil fascist bitch. the fandom doesn't talk enough about roxy's personality for this phenomenon to occur. dirk is ALSO sooo cool and suave, wait nevermind he's stupid and pretentious and nobody likes him, i want to kick him down a flight of stairs and watch him hit his head on every step of the way down while we all point and laugh. jake is a stupid dumb himbo, why can't he understand basic social cues? sorry, my bad, he's actually a master manipulator who maliciously takes advantage of his friends for social benefits. hell on earth

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 35

part 1 | part 34 | ao3

cw: Fred slander apologies to any Freds

“Okayyy,” Robin says with a shaky laugh as she points at everyone in the booth, going around the circle and introducing them in a single breath. “Amy-Tim-Vickie-Beth-Grant-Jordan-Fred, aaand Nancy. You, um, you already know— Nancy... r-right,” she stammers at Steve’s pointed glare, “so, um. Anyway!”

She grabs him by the shoulders; shoves him front and center like he’s a really cool new toy she brought to class for show-and-tell. “Everyone, this is Steve! Steve, this is—”

“You don’t have to say it again.”

“Oh, thank god.” She slides into the booth with a relieved huff, and Steve scoots in after her.

Despite the awkward tension and that bonkers introduction, everyone at the table does their best to act cool, to say hello and make him feel welcome while they wait for the band to start. Grant slides him the basket of fries, and Jordan compliments his watch, and Vickie asks if he’s coming to the last football game of the season, voice high and shy as she rambles about how ‘Robin’s solo in the halftime show is sooo good, you really should come see it!’ and wow.

Is Robin vain or something? She’s got a crush on a clone of herself.

Steve munches on fries and keeps an eye on the stage, hoping to catch Eddie before the show starts, and the whole thing’s… not so bad, actually. Kind of decent. Almost nice, until Fred fucking Benson ruins it. Steve’s saying something about the basketball team’s chances this season when the little asshole rolls his eyes and leans in to stage-whisper to Nancy loud enough for the whole table to hear, “The Hair? Seriously? What’s he even doing here?”

...Yeah, fuck this. “He’s getting a drink,” Steve says and storms off to the bar.

—

He’s not getting that drink.

Turns out a tenner isn’t a big enough bribe to get a bartender to break the law, so Steve nurses a diet Coke that he pretends is a lager and refuses to even look in the direction of the booth. Fucking Fred. What an asshole.

And what a stupid name, too, like— who looks at a baby and thinks, yep, looks like a Fred to me? Ugh.

Robin, bless her, has the good sense to leave him alone for a couple minute until he cools off, but then the music starts and she comes over to shout ‘stop moping and dance with me!’ and that’s the end of that.

—

The band is fucking awesome.

Steve doesn't know what he expected, but it wasn't this: high energy, tight rhythms, a driving beat that makes him want to dance. The bass reverberates through the floor, up his shins and through his chest, and for a second it almost feels like he has his hearing back, like his whole body is a wall of noise, filled with the wail of Eddie’s guitar, the scratchy rasp of his singing voice, and Eddie's…

Eddie’s amazing. Lightning in a bottle as he bounces around the stage, hips moving to the rhythm, fingers blurring over the frets. He looks so fucking hot. Denim vest, silver rings, jeans showing a delicious amount of skin — skin Steve has put his mouth on; tattoos he’s tasted with his tongue.

God, he can’t wait to kiss him. Is probably going to combust if it doesn’t happen tonight. Or like, come in his jeans, more realistically.

They dance and jump and shout along to the covers they recognize, and when Eddie dips backstage to let the band do an instrumental thing, Steve shakes the sweat out of his eyes and heads to the bar for a water.

—

"Mind if I join you?" Nancy asks.

Steve sighs. This is what he gets for wandering off alone. Robin's still by the stage, twirling Vickie around swing-style to a frantic, jazzy drum solo in a move that's actually pretty impressive even if it makes no sense with the music, and Steve resigns himself to his fate and nods at the empty stool beside him.

They sip their drinks in silence — awkward and charged, old hurts hanging between them like static waiting to strike. "Sorry about Fred," she says eventually. "And- and for me, too, I guess."

Steve huffs a laugh. Appreciates the sentiment, even if it doesn't change anything. "It's fine."

She glances over at him, that journalistic focus etched into her face. “How are you?” she asks softly.

Another laugh under his breath. He thinks about answering her honestly, just to entertain himself. Pictures the way her face would fall as he went on and on: "Oh, you know. My mom left me to go ‘rest' in Evanston, like I don’t know that means she went to rehab without saying a goddamn word, and when I called my aunt to yell at her about it, she said some ice cold shit about how I should be happy my mom left me, because now I can keep the money from the lot fees all to myself, and I said ‘what lot fees?’ and it turns out mom had been hiding, like, a lot of money from me while I stressed out about our budget for months. Oh! And also my dad’s dead, but you knew that already. And also I want to hump my neighbor against a brick wall so bad my dick is turning purple. How are you?"

"...Steve?" she tries after a moment.

“I’m good,” he settles on. Gives the bullshit answer because that's all they've ever been to each other, isn't it? Bullshit. "Yeah, I'm good," he tells her, "and you?"

"I'm fine." Her smile is tight, bags under her tired eyes, and then she sighs out long and slow, "Actually, I'm not. Everything's been..."

Steve tries to listen, but he just can't bring himself to care. Doesn't want to hear about whatever drama she's going through with the guy she dumped him for. And then Eddie comes back out on stage, and he's looking out into the crowd, and no fucking way is Steve letting him look over here and think he's cozied up with Nance. No fucking way. Nancy's ruined enough good things for him already.

"Sorry," he cuts her off, not feeling sorry at all as he stands up and walks off without looking back at her.

"Steve?" She calls after him. "Hey- wait!"

Steve makes his way to the front of the crowd.

“Howdy,” Eddie greets the room, stepping up to the mic with a Hollywood-worthy grin. His guitar’s strapped over his back, the neck pointing to the ground, and he looks so good up there. So comfortable and real.

And his outfit's different now. The denim vest is gone, and he's wearing a cut off tank top. The tank top; the one he wore that night, loose around the arms to expose his pretty, painted ribs. Steve looks up at him, transfixed. Like staring straight at the sun.

“How’s everybody doing?”

The group at the stage all whoop and cheer, and Eddie laughs delightedly; thanks them all for coming, thanks the tech and service crews. He introduces the band next, pointing each member out by name and letting them do a little solo, and then he swings his guitar over his shoulder and says, “We got one last song for you tonight!”

More cheering from the crowd. Eddie plants his feet and scans the room, a small, secret smile lighting up his gorgeous face when his eyes land on Steve. Just for a second before he looks away, but that smile stays firm, and Steve knows the next words are meant for him.

“Now, this isn’t our usual style, but uh… a little birdie told me someone here might need to hear this.”

Eddie strums his guitar. The opening notes of Go Your Own Way ring out, sped up and made grittier to fit the band's sound. Steve’s heart is in his throat.

“Good morning, sweetheart," Eddie beams as his bandmates join in, "this one’s for you.”

—

part 36

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[tinybeetiny]

Back to You: P.S

SMUT | 18+ | MDNI

Sigh I hate to admit it but I would 100000% run back to Seonghwa every single time

->Starring: Rockstar!SeonghwaXReader

->Genre: Smut, little bit of angst, fluff

->Cw: Explicit language, blowjob, cum eating

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Seonghwa picked up his phone, his finger hovering hesitantly over your contact before pressing the call button. With each ring, his heart beats faster until "Hello?" your voice is soft and he's speechless for a moment "Seonghwa?" "Yeah, yeah I'm here" he breaths out. He hasn't heard your voice in a few months and he didn't realize how much he missed it, how much he missed you. "Are you okay?" His heart flutters at your question. Even after everything you still sound so caring "Uh yeah no I'm not okay. I know it's been a while and I know I'm the one who ended things but fuck (y/n) I miss you" It's silent and he's starting to regret calling you "I miss you too Hwa" you whisper so quietly that he almost misses, almost "Can I, Can I come see you? I just finished a show and I just really want to see you" his tone is hopeful and he hears you sigh on the other end "I don't know. It's late and what you said last time I-" He cuts you off "I know what I said and I can't tell you how sorry I am but I really don't want to do that over the phone. Please (y/n)." he knows how he sounds but he's desperate. He thought ending your relationship was for the best, he could focus on the band more but it did the opposite. His mind has been filled with thoughts of you and guilt. He knows he should've done this a long time ago but his pride got in the way, he's just happy you actually answered. "Okay." Did he hear you correctly? He did, he most certainly did “Really!? I’ll be over in 5 minutes.” he said before hanging up and hastily grabbing his things. He’s moving so fast he doesn’t notice his bandmates calling him “Hey. Where are you going?” “Are you good?” “Seonghwa?” Their words go in one ear and out the other.

Seonghwa arrives in front of your apartment building in record time. He flies up the stairs not wanting to wait for the elevator, his heart pounding with anticipation. He hasn't seen you in over three months. He wastes no time, banging on your door. He hears you shuffling inside before the door swings open "Hi." He breathes out. You haven't changed a bit, still as breathtaking as he remembers "Hi Hwa" You say nervously "Do you want to come in?" 'ugh duh (y/n) he didn't come all this way to just stand in the hallway' you think as you internally cringe "Oh um, if you're cool with it" You nod before stepping aside and inviting him in. He looks around the apartment noticing the little changes to the decor "You got a fish?" He points to the little tank in the living room. You let a little chuckle "That would be Mars. He eats a lot." His eyes light up at the name. You motion him to sit on the couch and you occupy the space next to him "Sooo... how ya been?" You ask looking down at your lap "I've been okay, just super busy with the band and touring. What about you? How are you?" You let out a small breath "Honestly... Not so good." Seonghwa grabs both of your hands "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. You don't know how stupid I felt after I left you, how stupid I still feel. I know I should've reached out sooner but I figured you didn't want to hear from me" you shake your head "I waited for you to call" and his heart clenches "Fuck (y/n) I'm so so sorry. I know there's no excuse and I know I'm an idiot and you shouldn't forgive me bu-" You cut him off with a kiss. He wastes no time kissing you back, sighing at the feeling of your lips on his. He pulls you closer to him and you climb onto his lap, straddling him. You turn your head, deepening the kiss and his hands find the plush of your ass. The sound of lips smacking and little moans fill your apartment and your hips subconsciously grind against his.

You climb off his lap and drop to the floor reaching for his zipper but he stops you "You know you don't have to do this" You give him a little smile "I know Hwa but I want to do this" He leans back as you unbutton his jeans, slowly pulling them down his legs. You gasp when his cock springs out almost hitting you in the face. You drool at the sight of his angry red tip that was just begging for some type of release. You grab ahold of the base and he sucks in a breath. You press a sweet kiss to his tip before giving it a little kitten lick savoring the salty taste of his precum on your tongue. A dribble of spit falls from your mouth landing on his tip and you use your hand to spread it around. He lets out a little sigh, he really missed you. Your lips finally wrap around his mushroom head giving it a small suck and he swears he could cum just from that. When you move your head down Seonghwa takes your hair in a makeshift ponytail, not pulling just holding it in place. You start to bob your head up and down starting at a slower pace, your hand stroking whatever you can't fit. You feel his grip on your hair tightening as you speed up "That's right baby. Suck it just like that. So good for me" His words make you moan around him. His breathy moans are so sweet, a contrast to his harsh grip on your hair. The pain on your scalp only seems to encourage you as you hollow out your cheeks to take him further. You look up to see his head thrown back and his chest moving with each breath. With a small push, he pushes his cock deeper hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag “Oh shit. Hold on baby m’gonna cum” his hands go to stop you it only causes you to move your head faster. Your eyes roll as he cums, thick ropes of white painting your throat. You pull off his cock swallowing his load, some of it dribbling down your chin. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out showing him you swallowed every bit "Good girl. Such a good girl for me" he sighs his hand caressing the side of your head and you lean into his touch "I love you (y/n) and I just wish I could take everything back" You give him a small smile "Well I guess you just gotta make it up to me"

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[lousypotatoes]

I'm Laughin' The Clouds

Song Recommendation:

Dangerous Woman - Ariana Grande

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Present....

The room was deathly quiet for a few moments.

Then all of a sudden, Alastor picked Y/N up and spun her around.

"Oh my stars!" he said, putting her down. "It's so wonderful to see you again, my dear!"

"Oh Alastor," she gushed. "I never thought I would see you again."

"As did I!"

"Woah hold the fuck on," Husk blurted out. "How do ya'll know each other?"

"They're both Overlords, obviously," Vaggie said.

"Not all Overlords know each other by name," Y/N explained. "We knew each other when we were alive."

"How did a sweetheart like you end up in Hell?" Alastor asked.

"That's a story for another time," she waved it off. "I could ask the same thing about you, Al."

Everyone else in the Hotel stayed in a stunned silence, watching Alastor and Y/N interact.

"Alas, I'd love to stay and catch up more," Alastor said, twirling his cane around. "But unfortunately, I have some work to do regarding the Hotel. Perhaps we can chat later?"

"I look forward to it,"

"Splendid!" Alastor exclaimed, taking Y/N's hand and kissing her knuckles. "Until then, my dear."

Alastor then melted into the shadows.

She stood there, blushing at the contact they had.

"Sooo, Y/N and Smiles, getting it onnn~" Angel said, thrusting the air.

"You are so gross, Angel," Vaggie said, rubbing her forehead.

"This is so cool!" Charlie exclaimed, clapping. "I didn't know Alastor had any other friends!"

"Yeah," she said awkwardly. "Um- can you show me to my room now Char-"

"Don't try to change the subject baby," Angel interrupted. "I wanna know how exactly you two know each other~"

"Hey, If Y/N doesn't wanna tell us, that's perfectly fine," Charlie said, grabbing onto Y/N's shoulders. "C'mon Y/N, I'll show you to your room."

The room was small but cozy. Snapping her fingers, all of her furniture, plus her dog, appeared in the room, everything all set up.

Your dog woke up, curious to where she was, she started barking.

"Calm down Honey," Y/N said, stroking her head. "We'll be stayin' here for a while."

Y/N sat down on her bed, thinking about the day's events.

What did Alastor do to get sent down to Hell? He was the sweetest man when they were alive, she was devasted when she got the call that Alastor had been shot by a hunter.

It had been a few days since Y/N had arrived at the hotel. She had barely seen Alastor around. She was wondering if he wanted to talk to her as much as she wanted to talk to him. Charlie and Y/N both decided that she would be the assistant facility manger, the assistant to Alastor.

"Sorry ma'am but I only kill people in Hell," she said into the phone, pacing her room.

"How do you even kill down here?" the person asked. "You do know that Sinners can respawn right?"

"Yes ma'am, I know Sinners can respawn," she said, getting annoyed. "That's why I use angelic weapons."

"Why don't you kill you on Earth?"

"Are you stupid or retarded?" she said, starting to get mad. "Sinners can't travel to Earth. But I can recommend you to some friends of mine who can actually travel to Earth."

"But you're an Overlord, how come you can't travel to Earth?"

"Lady, I swear to fuckin' god, just shut the fuck up," she snarled into the phone.

"You don't have the right to talk to me like that!" the lady on the side of the phone screamed.

"Do you know who I am?!" Y/N growled, her wings unfurling and her claws coming out. "I'm goin' to find you, and when I do, I'm gonna gut you like a pig and eat your organs while you're still alive."

Suddenly, there was knock at the door.

"Come in," she said, as calmly she could, quickly hanging up the phone and retracting her wings and claws.

The door opened and Alastor stepped into the room.

"Is everything alright, my dear?" he asked, his smile widening when he saw her. "I heard quite the commotion in here."

"Yes, I'm fine," Y/N said, attempting to calm herself down. "Is there somethin' I could help you with?"

"Seeing as you're my assistant," he began. "I need you to help me create a commercial."

"Oh yeah, of course," she said. "When?"

"Right now,"

"Oh well um," she stuttered. "I was kind of in the middle of somethin' before you came in here."

"Oh yes," Alastor said, bending down, so that their faces were inches apart. "I believe your exact words were 'gut you like a pig and eat your organs.'"

"You were listenin' to my conversation?" she huffed, blush creeping on her face.

"It's hard not to when you're screaming, dear." he said, chuckling.

"Fine," she muttered.

"Splendid!" he said, straightening up. "This will give us the perfect opportunity to catch up!"

"Can't wait," she said, as the two of them walked out of her room.

"Where exactly are we goin'?" she asked as they walked around Pentagram City.

"We're looking for the perfect place to shoot our first scene," he said. "Now tell me, dear, how in the world did someone like you end up down here?"

"I uh-" she said, trying to look for the words. "People hired me to kill for them,"

Alastor's eyebrows shot up. "Really?"

"Yeah," she laughed awkwardly. "Remember when the mayor got shot in the head at the openin' of that new hospital?"

"That was you?"

She sheepishly nodded "Yup,"

"You caused quite the scandal, Y/N," Alastor complimented. "I'm impressed.

"Why thank you," she grinned. "Why are you down here, Al?"

"Same as you," he said simply. "Only I didn't kill people for money,"

"You hid that fact really well, then" she giggled.

"I could say the same for you, darling,"

"Oh look!" she said, pointing at a bunch of demons fighting. "We could shoot over there,"

"That's perfect!" Alastor said. "You have really good eyes, my dear,"

"That's part of being a falcon demon," she laughed.

After getting the camera shot, the two of them headed back to the hotel.

"I'm not used to walkin' places," she said, stretching out her wings. "I'm so used to flyin' everywhere."

"I can tell," Alastor laughed.

"What's that supposed to mean, Al?" she laughed, hitting his arm.

"Nothing, nothing," Alastor chuckled.

"Still full of mysteries, I see,"

"Oh, you have have no idea, darling,"

"If I may," she began, "Where were you those seven years?"

"Like you said earlier dear, that's a story for another time,"

"How much more footage do we need?" she asked as they made their way up the hill that led to the Hotel.

"Not too much more," he said. "Just some shots of the Hotel."

"Hey, after we finish shootin' for the commercial," she said, blushing, her wings fluttering behind her. "Do you maybe wanna maybe get a drink and talk more?"

"It would be my pleasure, dear,"

sorry that this one is longer than the other ones, I got too carried away with the writing.

i wonder what it would be like to be an Overlord.

remember to stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

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[pannman]

Sleeping Together

Platonic!Lucifer x fennec fox Reader, slight platonic! Angel Dust x reader at the end. Let me know If you want part 2 I have some cool ideas for more

Cw: awkward situations ig, I'm aroace so I like unconventional platonic relationships, some swearing and suggestiveness from Angel

Being a small fennec fox demon wasn't easy. You were known for your small size and cuteness. So you were often seen as easy prey. But you also were so cute and incredibly soft that many couldn't resist touching you. You were used to it to some degree. But for some reason you still didn't see this coming.

It was the middle of the night and you had snuck out of your room and crept through the hotel to grab yourself a midnight snack. You were startled by the sound of someone entering the kitchen and discovered it was Lucifer (looking incredibly sleep deprived). You apologized immediately. "Oh sorry I was just grabbing a snack" you explained. "Sometimes I get cravings at night. I woke up a couple times tonight and couldn't get food off my mind maybe cause-" you stopped after realizing that not only was Lucifer not listening but he was staring at you like he was in a sleepy trance.

Not quite aware of what he was doing he kneeled down a bit and reached his hand towards you. He began petting you on the head and behind the ears. You at first were frozen unable to think of what to do before you melted at the touch of being petted. It was a weakness of yours. Before you knew it he had you in his arms carrying you off while scratching behind your ear. He took you into his room and petted you on his bed. He could not stop yawning. You were too comfortable to question what was going on and Lucifer was too tired and distracted to realize what he was doing

You woke up cozily tucked into Lucifer's arms before memories came flooding back and you tried to wiggle free. Lucifer woke up with a moan and noticed his hold on you before releasing you in a panic. "OHHHhhh. My gosh! I'm so sorry... this is-this is weird. I've never done this before" he was extremely apologetic and embarrassed. You calmed yourself and even though it was awkward quickly realized he was being genuine. "It's alright. Let's-let's just try and pretend this never happened" you said trying to make it less awkward. "Yes. Well um... yeah that's probably for the best"

Though you guys acted weird around each other all day it seemed like it was gonna stay in the past. That is until you got a knock at your door at 3 am. You opened it to see Lucifer with bags under his eyes with a nervous expression. "Hi, I hope I didn't wake you..." Lucifer began cautiously. "Whats going on?" You asked. "Look, i know we said we'd pretend like it never happened but I actually have never slept that good in my life. I... I don't sleep the greatest. Especially not since Lilith left. I tried really hard to put it outta mind tonight but I couldn't help it. I was wondering if... if..." He fumbled and turned red with embarrassment and you of course caught on to what he was trying to ask

"A sleepover every now and then couldn't hurt" you agreed careful with your wording as to not make either of you more uncomfortable. "But, I don't want you to get the wrong idea. No hanky panky, no dinner dates" you spoke clearly and strictly. "Wouldn't dream of it. Sooo... platonic?" He responded. "Platonic" you confirmed.

"Also, let's keep this between you and me" you stated. You didn't want people at the hotel (Angel) cracking jokes and you didn't want them to get the wrong idea either. It was something better kept private you thought. Lucifer nodded "of course"

That night led to many others. You and Lucifer spent so many nights together that you started to develop a strong bond. It was an odd relationship but you were grateful for it. That was until one glorious morning you awoke bright and early (as you usually did to avoid suspicion) and you crept out of Lucifer's room so you could head back to your own but as you closed Lucifer's door behind you heard a certain someone catch you in act.

"Wow, never thought you and the big dick in charge would be a thing" Angel grinned as you sighed and turned around to face him. "So how long you two been getting frisky? Man the broads are gonna flip" you wanted to slap him but unfortunately you couldn't reach. "It's not like that" you tried to explain. "Oh please, you sneaking out of his room early in the morning in your jammies? You think I'm fuckinh dense?" He questioned and you let out a heavy sigh realizing you had to tell him the truth or things would get very awkward soon.

You relayed the whole thing onto him. You hoped he would believe you. You knew this was definitely unconventional so you weren't sure. Finally you finished telling him what was going on and how it happened. "Soo... you guys just been sleeping together bit ACTUALLY sleeping?" He sounded surprised but it seemed like he believe you. "Yes" you answered with relief. "...All because you're like... this magical cure for insomnia?" He sounded a bit off when he asked that and you weren't sure why. "Yeah I guess... I don't know..."

"Can I give it a try?"

[daflangstlairde-art]

Turtle and the Fox

Work 4 of DFL's Whumptober 2024

Work summary:

And it was embarrassing. Leo could choke down the pain, he could choke down the anger and hatred, he could turn hope into a sickly sweet thing like a mirage. But the embarrassment. It was always so strong. It was humiliating, always sharp and churning. Always made him far, far too aware. — Instead of getting evil hair and going to a spa, Leo ends up kidnapped by some weirdo. Shockingly, he has a bad time.

Content warnings for the work include: kidnapping, dehumanization, electrocution, conditioning, creepy behavior, and more. More details on ao3.

Chapter 1/11 — 4772 words

I.

Leo should've been worried as soon as he woke up.

Look. Leo’s portals? They were the coolest thing EVER, because Leo is the coolest!

...But admittedly, they were kinda sucky. He was still getting the hang of them, okay? They’d brought him to many weird places, like the top of the Eiffel Tower, or to a weird alien... dimension... planet... place. They sent his brothers to Tahiti once, it was a whole thing. Ending up in weird places was kinda becoming his thing. He's traveled half the world at this rate, no biggie, just more cool points for ol’ Leon. 

But he was getting better at it! He was adaptable, and he kept his cool pretty well... mostly. He was chill like that.

But waking up in a weird... basement jail cell??? Maybe not as immediately terrifying as the alien planet, but it definitely ranked high on the What The Fucky-Wucky list, huh? 

Leo pushed himself up, groaning, rubbing his face. And a headache, too? And nausea? Not looking too great, but it's fiiinee. 

He was calm, because he’s gotten himself into so many messes, getting out was practically his specialty at this point. His first instinct was to reach for his ōdachi. 

Things immediately went from “a little weird” to concerning as his ōdachi proved to be nowhere in sight. Actually, Leo didn't have any of his stuff in sight—not even his sash or gloves or socks. 

Um. Okay. Weird, off-putting, but hey, ‘tis the life.

He blinked, and squinted, and started trying to orient himself. Really hoping he wasn't dealing with a concussion here. 

The “bed” squeaked weird, which was explained as soon as he looked down and saw it wasn't a bed, not fully. It was just a mattress on the floor, pressed against the wall. There wasn't even a blanket, just a crumpled, pinkish-beige bed sheet and a sad looking white pillow which wasn't fluffy at all.

Leo wasn't very hopeful, but he still lifted the mattress to check if his sword just so happened to be under there.

Predictably—it wasn’t.

“Love a good disappearing act, but now is really not a good time,” he muttered quietly.

There was a ceiling light, which wasn't totally obliterating his eyes, sooo... if he had a concussion, it probably wasn't a severe one. Score. The light from the lamp was warm.

The ceiling light was in the other half of the room. Y'know, the half Leo could not reach, because it was barred by thick vertical iron bars. Like a prison cell. Yeah. He assumed this space was a basement, since there were no windows and it had a distinctly basement-y vibe. It was not claustrophobic, but it wasn't massive either. It wasn't freezing, or damp, but it wasn't very... cozy. 

Leo knocked on the wall. It wasn't bare bricks, but behind the eggshell paint he was a hundred percent sure he'd only encounter thick concrete.

The gaps between the iron bars (or... whatever metal they were made from) were too small to fit his butt through, much less his shell. 

O...kay. Very bad start. But he had this! He’d be out in five minutes tops. 

It was also super empty in here. Like, completely empty. There were all of two doors in the room. One was on his half of the basement, on the other side of the cell. Leo didn't waste a second to clamber up and—as stealthily as he could—sprint over, yanking it open. 

He almost cheered when it did, in fact, open! 

...Only to reveal a bathroom. 

A very small bathroom, with a toilet, and toilet paper, and a small bathtub. Weirdly fancy for a prison! And the type of sink that had a hose-thingy and you could unhook the faucet and make it into a shower head. And a mirror above the sink. And a bar of pastel orange soap. 

This reassured the discomfort in his gut only a little, but not a lot. Leo grimaced. 

“Aw man, my brothers are gonna kill me,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. Still trying to be quiet, lest he attract unwanted attention.

Well. He was already here in the bathroom sooo... Leo walked over and turned on the faucet, got some cold water streaming (oh good, there’s water), and cupped his hands to drink. At least he didn't have to worry about dehydration if he was really stuck in here.

It soothed his dry throat. It made the headache and the nausea ease up a little. Okay, nice. Getting out will be easier if he didn't feel like throwing up. 

He splashed his face with the cold water, and oh, great, his mask was missing too. 

“Okay, wake up Leon!” he lightly slapped his cheeks, watching the water swirl down the drain. “You don't have your ōdachi, but you're a certified Mad Dog! You beat Baron Draxum and THE Shredder!” he hyped himself up. Come oonnn! He was Leonardo... uhh... Splinterson! He was a one of a kind turtle mutant ninja! How cool is that?? Clearly, chance was on his side.

Even if he was having very little leeway so far.

Ugh, it was moments like this where he really wished his dad had taught them more of the ninja arts–

–Leo jerked back as he caught his reflection upon glancing up. 

Okay... What. The Fuck. Now that deserved some bad words.

What the fuck.

He stared, disturbed. 

Slowly reached up a hand, pressing it to... the... thing on his throat. 

Was that a... a collar??? 

Not like that stupid gag gift Donnie had given him, not like that collar. Not like a dog collar, either. Or– well– a little bit like that?

It was like... like some sort of Victorian style collar. Or something. Like a fancy corset but for his throat. A thick circlet of leather, with thinner frilly decoration coming out of the top and the bottom. It was beige with white lace. It had a little metal clip at the front, very much like a dog collar. 

Okay. Okay, this situation just went from concerning to “get out of here PRONTO”. He really hoped some human with an interest in exotic pets didn't get their hands on him. 

Leo tried yanking the freaky collar off. And then he yanked harder. This yielded precisely zero results. He turned it around and tried fiddling with the latch, except it was weird, and he couldn't figure out how to get it open.

Leo had to admit. He was starting to get just a little nervous. Only a tiny bit. Because he's the Face Man, the master of keeping it cool. 

Which is why he totally didn't startle upon hearing the telltale sounds of someone approaching. 

Leo slammed the bathroom door closed and then cursed himself for it. He was supposed to be stealthy!

...Well. To be fair. It's not like he really had anywhere to go. So hiding was never going to be the winning strat.

Okay, whatever.

He pressed the side of his face to the door, to listen. Luckily, he and his brothers have always had pretty good hearing. Leo’s wasn't as good as, say, Donnie or Raph’s, but it was still good.

It sounded like the person was... walking down a set of stairs. And then a jingle of keys. The turning and click of a lock. 

The second door in the basement had been across the iron bars, inaccessible to Leo. It now sounded heavy as it opened. And then clicked closed again. And—damn—once again the sound of a key in a lock.

“You’re awake earlier than expected,” a voice spoke. They sounded... they didn't sound hostile, or creepy. Their tone didn't stand out in any way at all, actually, except maybe for a very slight fancy accent, too mild for Leo to pinpoint it. There was no lisp, no cackle, nothin’. It wasn't particularly deep or high. It sounded male, but who’s Leo to assume? But he really couldn't infer much from it.

He gave up on being a smartass for a moment, because he needed to figure out how to navigate this. Especially if it's a human. 

“Didn't even give me the time to furnish this place a bit,” they said, and was that a twinge of humor in their voice??? “But I suppose this will be a learning curve for us both,” ...okay, what is this guy talking about.

They sounded so... normal. Not at all like a creep or a jailer or a millionaire or a government agent. It was jarring. Maybe this was just... a, a misunderstanding...? Leo tried to recall what he remembered last.

It was... he and his brothers were in the Hidden City... which was still SUCH a crazy thing to think about. And so new! They were only just starting to get used to going there, every now and then. 

So they’d been exploring. They’d split up to do their own thing—he wanted to go enjoy a fancy spa place—and... uh... he couldn't because... and then...

...Yeeahh thhaaat’s about where Leo lost the thread. He must've been knocked out or something. 

Maybe he portaled here accidentally. And his sword got portal-jacked again. After... acquiring a weird collar that couldn't be removed. And losing his clothes. 

...Yikes.

Maybe he could talk this out with the stranger who was surely a reasonable person, and Leo could walk out of here and go home, and they could all laugh about it tomorrow and forget about it the day after! Yeesh. His brothers would never stop reminding him about this. Leo chuckled quietly. He'd have to bribe them or something.

“You know there isn't really anywhere for you to hide, right? Come on, come out and meet me proper,” they beckoned, not hostile.

Leo took a breath, and relaxed himself. Okay, here goes. Go and face, Face Man.

He opened the bathroom door and walked out. 

On the other side of the iron bars stood a mutant. Or– wait, maybe they were yōkai? They were... what was it called... oh, right, a fennec fox. Fitting for the animal, they weren't very tall. Leo may be just fifteen, but he was pretty sure he had two or three inches on ‘em. They had those aesthetic thin-wired round glasses and a sweater vest on. A light brown, pleasantly matched with the color of their fur. All in all, a very normal guy, just standing with his hands halfway tucked into his pant pockets. 

Except for the neutral, kinda sly looking grin that sort of reminded Leo of Big Mama, but hey, who was he to judge? Leo himself had been punched more than once for his smarmy smirk.

“Heeyyy mi amigo! Bud, pal,” Leo approached the iron bars confidently, clasping his hands together. “Real weird situation we've found ourselves in, huh?” he commented like it was about the weather. “You know how to open these things? Yeah, so, you do that, and I will just walk out, and we can both go our merry way and pretend like this never happened. Sound good?” 

The stranger chortled. Leo smiled, hopeful that the next words out of their mouth were going to be yeah, let me get right on that. 

Instead,

“That's the attitude I like to see,” they said, looking satisfied. Or maybe glad. Or... pleased. 

“Hah, yeah, I’m a real treat to have,” Leo rolled easily onwards, “Ssoooo about those bars...” 

The stranger sighed, still amused but like they were done with introductions now and could get on with the business meeting.

“You’re adorable,” they were smiling, “now heel, kappa,”

Leo blinked.

“...Heal...?” he echoed, not quite sure what the guy was asking of him. “Heal what, you got a sprained wrist or something–?” 

“Heel. H-E-E-L. You are literate, right?” the fennec fox raised his eyebrows. His eyes weren't black and shapeless like an actual fennec fox—they were a strong hazel color. Red, really. Piercing. 

“Uh, yeah, I guess? What does that have to do with anything?” Leo scratched his head. 

“I’ll be lenient with you for now, considering we're only starting,” he said calmly, still with that same grin. “But this is try number three: Heel.” 

“I... don't–” 

–The yōkai raised his hand and there was a shock–

“–understaAAA–” 

Just like that Leo’s vision whited out.

In the span of less than a second, his entire body started spasming, muscles and nerves contracting and screaming– no, he was the one that screamed, as a full body electroshock slammed into him with the force of the Turtle Tank, and it didn't stop–

Within less than a second Leo was shrieking, mind blank and unable to even comprehend the physical assault that was everywhere, and he could barely even claw at his throat with the intensity of it, because it felt like that's where the sudden agony–

How strong was this– what is happening?!

He collapsed to his knees, unable to even hear his own screaming as an unfiltered WRONG sensation burn every part of him–

He collapsed to the floor, choking and unable to breathe and unable to think–

His body spasmed and convulsed–

And just as suddenly as it began, it ended. 

Leaving him hunched over on the ground, choking on his own copper-tasting spit and gasping for breath, ragged and desperate. Shivering from head to toe, burning. Hot and cold waves, his vision swimming. It felt like pins and needles jamming into every inch of his body again and again and again; no, it felt like– like an old TV, that very specific flickery-wavering effect. Noise and static. Leo felt like he’d just been doused in boiling water for a few seconds, like, like he’d been tazed or something. Everything was vibrating and too much and hurting.

“What the fuck–” he gasped, still incomprehending of the situation. Too hot under his skin. 

“I told you to heel,” the fennec fox man said calmly, lighthearted, now standing above Leo. Because Leo had collapsed. After that– that– “Rule one—you will obey all commands, without question. Sound good?” he said all smart and cheeky.

“What the fuck,” Leo simply repeated, shaking, eyes flicking to look at the stranger. He– he was still smiling in that same way. He–

He–

...He did this, didn't he? He’d done that. On purpose. The fox guy did that on purpose. 

“You,” Leo leveled him, “are a weird little man,” he declared. 

The man tsked, and grinned. “Rule two—respect your new owner, kappa. That’s me,” he clarified, cheeky.

“You’ve got some wires cro–”  

–Leo’s breath was stolen as the fox raised his hand and another shock freaking wrecked through his body, immediately locking his muscles in tension, wrenching more screaming from his throat as it dragged out– 

He barely heard the man speak up over the burning, he barely processed–

“Apologize,” said calmly, with authority, as Leo shrieked and writhed with the voltage, how strong it was, this intensity of electricity could hospitalize a person–!

There was obstinance. There was pride. There was dignity. 

It took all those about three seconds each to buckle under the assault on his body, unceasing and painful painful painful make it stop–

“You know, I’d be very sad to kill you before I've had you for even just a day,” the fennec fox remarked, each word taking longer and longer to stick in Leo’s brain, preoccupied as it was with “PAIN PAIN PAIN HURTING DYING THIS IS AWFUL MAKE IT STOP”, but eventually, eventually–

–I don't want to die, a desperate animal instinct inside him roared. 

“STOP, STOP, MAKE IT STOP PLEASE–” Leo cried, teeth buzzing, digging his feet and digging his hands and convulsing.

“That's not what I asked for, kappa,” the fox said kindly.

When Leo swallowed obstinance and pride and dignity, it tasted like copper and electricity and it was still going it was still going–

“I’MSORRYI’MSORRYI’MSORRY–” he shrieked with growing desperation because the torture wasn't stopping– 

And then it did, just like that. 

Leo was left on the basement floor, gasping static, eyesight blurry and sparking. Body trembling and occasionally spasming like there was leftover electric energy inside it. 

Everything. Hurt. Everything was sore, his nerves felt burnt out, frayed. Hands and knees and forehead rested on cold floor, feeling his heartbeat in his fingertips. Leo dreamed of submerging his entire body into burn cream, just for a small chance at soothing the scalding over all of his skin. 

It wasn’t just his throat, even though that's where it seemed the electricity came from. It was, inexplicably, everywhere. 

This was nothing like Donnie’s gag gift. That thing had been barely a buzz.

This was actual, genuine torment. 

“Good boy,” the fennec fox cooed, and if Leo wasn't lying on the floor right now, he might've thrown up at it. 

“You are seriously sick,” Leo said, hoarse, fists clenched, he couldn't stop trembling. He felt like he was physically and mentally short-circuiting. “What– this, this–” he gasped, “I don't know if it’s a shock to you, but this is against basic human rights–” 

The stranger tsked again. “You are difficult to discipline, aren't you?” he grinned, and his fangs weren't large but they were sharp all the same, “But that’s what I was hoping for, I do love a good project! Now, let's try again—this time, I want you to apologize, and repeat what rule you disobeyed, mkay?” 

“You–”

And the fennec fox yōkai raised his hand.

And Leo’s blood-curdling screams filled the small space yet again.

II.

Leo met this yōkai man barely a few minutes ago, and it was already one of the worst first impressions anyone has ever made, in his humble opinion. Abhorrent presentation.

And he was yōkai, because it was only ever yōkai that called them “kappa”, always assuming they were yōkai too. 

Anyway.

Leo got the memo quick, and bit his tongue to shut the hell up because he did not want a lobotomy via electrocution at the ripe old age of fifteen. 

His mouth tasted like blood. This was actually because he’d accidentally bitten his tongue two minutes ago, whilst, y'know, being violently electroshocked. 

It hurt.

Everything hurt. It hurt like he got a week-long non-stop beatdown. It was like a migraine, but for his entire body. It hurt worse than anything ever. 

Everything was swimming and every little movement sent a spike of pain. His muscles and nerves were exhausted, entirely burned out in a vibrating sort of way. Leo was so close to hurling. He was sucking in shallow breaths, on the floor.

“Did you get it all out of your system?” the fennec fox asked. What a condescending jerk. Leo wanted to snark back at him. Leo wanted to spit in his face. Leo wanted to kick his ass and run out of here and go home. 

Leo swallowed down all of that. Leo didn't do any of those things because Leo wanted to live.

His brothers were looking for him, zero doubt about that. And they were going to find him, they were. And– and Leo needed to be alive for that. Electrocution could get real dangerous real quick and easy.

Or he would escape before they even realized he's gone! There had to be a way to get out of here, for sure. He was going to find a way out of here.

But he needed to be alive for that.

Trembling, on the floor, Leo—for once in his life—didn’t talk back. It only took, what, three torturing electroshocks? 

“Well?” the fennec fox prompted.

Leo swallowed, and swallowed again. His throat hurt, and he wanted water.

Hhnh. With the ridiculous strength of the shocks, Leo could have a heart attack right here, right now. And he promised April to hang out! Boy was his heart pounding.

“I’m s– I’m sow–” he gagged, “I-I’m eigugh– I’m sorry,” he forced out, even if it audibly tasted gross in his mouth.

“And?”

What else was it that he wanted–? 

...Oh. Right. 

Leo ground his teeth together. He hated the way the yōkai was still standing above him. And could he just say this—it made him feel actually naked (as opposed to the regular turtle-naked) with how the fox was fully clothed. 

Whatever. Leo isn't ashamed of himself! Embrace the turtle!

He forced himself to put a hand on the floor. He forced himself to push himself up, just a little. Just so he wasn't completely laying down at the guy's feet. Eugh.

His skin all felt hot and gross on the outside. Shame made his insides match, curling like a fat maggot. 

“I... disrespected... you,” Leo made it known through his tone how displeased he was about this. “Which, for the record–”

“And?”

“And? ...And– didn't... do what... you told me,” he grumbled, scratching his head. “And may I just say, I am not–” 

“That's right, good boy,” the yōkai praised, and okay, that was creepy. High levels of creepazoid. Someone call the Creep Cops.

...Which... Leo supposed were just the regular cops.

“Well! Now that we got that out of the way,” the man clasped his hands together. “Introductions. My name is Zerda Vulpes, my friends call me Fin–” 

“Fin the Fennec Fox,” Leo chuckled. What a stupid name. “How’s your best friend Jake, Fin the Fo–” 

He yelped with the slap of another shock. He caught himself almost feeling relieved when this time it was brief, momentary, though no less painful. Just a sudden tightening of all his muscles all at once.

He slammed his fist into the ground, teeth grinding. He was starting to really hate this.

“Respect, kappa,” Fin reminded, again, not unkindly, and his whole demeanor was really giving Leo whiplash. “As I was saying. You won't be calling me that. To you, I am commander, I am master, I am sir. Understood?”

Leo glared at him. This guy was so cringe. Get on Roblox so I can bully you, loser–

Fin raised his hand and–

Y'know, Leo wanted to tough it out. He was a tough guy! Him and his brothers fought mutants weekly, just ‘cause they wanted to! Again, they’d beaten Baron Draxum and Shredder! Leo himself was the best of the best, longest Lair Games streak out of anyone!

They've always been tough. Tough shells, tough scales, tough minds. To them, street brawls were like going to a martial arts class—just an activity, a hobby, normal, casual, never considered danger even on the off chance it left them a bit bruised up. 

Leo was able to tough this out, if he really wanted to. If, for example, his brothers’ lives were on the line, he would tough it out.

But. 

Fin the Fuckface Fox raised his hand, and Leo’s stomach swooped and– “Nonono, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Leo pushed out before he could catch himself. Palms raised placatingly, trying to get the yōkai to just be reasonable, to see that there was no need for this.

Fin—because Leo was not gonna call him any of those other ones in his head—paused. “I’m sorryyyy...?” he trailed off expectantly. Like he was speaking to a dumb kid instead of Leonardo.

Leo felt... humiliated. He caught himself feeling relieved that he was alone here—that nobody would watch him... go through this.

This was surreal. This didn't happen to real people in the real world! This didn't happen to people like Leo! It was bizarre, and it was ridiculous. And Leo wanted it to be over already.

Despite his wishes, here he remained. Fin kept watching him and Leo remained trembling on the ground like a beaten dog, sore and embarrassed.

“I’m... sorry... sir,” he forced out, looking away, hiding his face with a hand, and hating it. This was embarrassing. It was embarrassing. His brothers would piss themselves laughing if they saw this. Leo could never, ever tell anyone anything about any of this. He was taking this to his grave. 

“Good turtle,” awful, awful, awful, stop calling him that. “Now. What’s your name?” 

Leo didn't want this freakazoid to know his name. He was actually gonna barf if he heard his beautiful awesome name from this guy’s mouth, so he said the first thing he could think of: “J– uh, Jimmmmmson. Jimson,” 

Fin raised his hand and fear sparked through Leo, and immediately he screamed with the shock that followed.

He slammed his fist into the ground, irritated and frustrated and wanting to just kick and yell. It felt like all his nerves were exposed, his face hot and buzzing. Was this overstimulation?

“What was that one for?!” Leo yelled, voice almost cracking. 

“Just asserting. That is no longer your name,” Fin said casually, and it was so ridiculous Leo almost laughed, because it wasn't his name in the first place. 

“Oh yeah?” he wanted to snark, oh yeah? So what is it? Franklin the Turtle? We going to match, buddy?

“And don't question me, mkay? No talking back. I won't punish you now—like I said, I’ll go easy on you in the beginning—but I will in the future,” Fin continued, and Leo seriously felt like he was in the weirdo alternate dimension. Everything about this man and this scenario was insane.

Punish. What is he, a two year old? A dog?? This man is insane.

“So, I think you'd like some context, huh?” Fin spoke like anything about this was normal. “Well. To make a long story short, when Baron Draxum went haywire, rumors spread about his project for mutant soldiers. I was lucky to be around at the time! And I’m in need of a new bodyguard and wanted a new pet, so when I saw– ah, well, you get the jist,” no no, back up saw what–? “We just need to break you in. House train you, y'know?” 

Leo stared at this man. Speaking like– like–

What in the flippity fuck has Leo been dragged into? Was the guy dropping exposition on him??? How was he perceiving this scene, because Leo was NOT seeing the same!

“So– so you–” just kidnapped me?! Leo started, and then the words choked in his throat. 

(And don't question me, mkay? No talking back.)

He didn't want to receive another shock. Everything hurt and it all felt too much. 

“R... right,” Leo just nodded lamely. 

Fin smiled. “Great. Well, welcome to your new home. I know it's looking quite drab right now, but if you're good, we'll get it decorated,” he explained. “Are you hungry?” 

Leo couldn't tell, past the nausea.

“I... No, I– I think,” Leo answered, because he just wasn't sure what else he could do. And at the fox’s look, he belatedly added “Uh, sir,” with a grimace. Eugh.

“Good. See, you're already learning so well,” the fox delighted. “Well, I’ll bring you food later, mkay? And we’ll chat more. Now, feel free to rest up a bit, this was very jarring to you, I'm sure. I really hate to run you ragged like that, but asserting strict and clear discipline from the get-go can yield very good results and fast,” 

Leo was just gaping at the man from the floor, at this point. He would call the yōkai delusional, if it wasn't an insult to people with genuine mental health struggles. This man was just... messed up.

“The faster we get you to behave, the more pleasant for both of us, right?” Fin grinned, turning to walk to the door that, presumably, led to the outside world. He pulled out a keyring with a few keys on it. Unlocked the door, and pulled it open. Leo watched the process carefully. “See you later, little kappa!” he waved to Leo, still cheery. 

The door, heavy, closed with a click. The key turned inside the lock again.

The sound of footsteps retreating upstairs.

Leo, still on the ground, slowly exhaled. With Fin finally out of the room, a bit of tension leaked away. 

Leo's body was exhausted. Everything was sore, making him hiss and puff as he pushed himself up. Barely managed to stumble to the mattress, half collapsing against the wall. He wondered if he did need to be hospitalized. Double-hospitalized maybe, with how bad he felt. His thoughts were swimming and his head hurt. Bad.

Nausea rolled through him, and Leo considered changing his trajectory towards the bathroom at the other end of his... cell. It really was a cell, jeez.

But he might have to save all the food he could. He did not trust Fin’s promise to bring him some grub. 

So Leo, shaking, in pain, and—more than anything—humiliated and baffled, just collapsed on the mattress. 

It should've been harder to fall asleep. 

[rainycloud444]

HEAR ME OUT. SPICYNOODLES STORY IDEA.

‼️Season 5 spoilers btw‼️

For this idea, the two had only established feelings for one another recently and haven’t discussed a relationship (considering they are in the middle of a world ending mission so they decided to have smth to look forward to after all of this mess and wait)

Also Mk was forced to stay with Nüwa for the sake of the plot. OR chose to stay idk you can decide. 🫶🏻

Red is there when Mk has to jump through the portal and stuff to save the world, he is completely heart broken. He isn’t able to reach out to Mk in time to stop him. He is on the ground screaming sobbing Mk’s name, fire is just fuming all around him (I like to personally head cannon that if he is upset enough/in major distress his fire color varies from blue to white as it gets very hot.) out of impulse he decides to open a portal to the celestial realm and leave with no explanation. Just gone.

Red actually GOES TO THE CELESTIAL REALM. AND DRAGS MK BACK TO THE MORTAL REALM. (How boss would that be??)

And I was thinking at the end he just arrives back to Flower Fruit Mountain where everyone met up in ‘memorial’ for Mk and Red just tiredly (incredibly beat up) walks up the mountain with a sleeping Mk in his arms. Everyone is just gobsmacked by this, and of course are in tears and stuff. Red collapses from exhaustion FINALLY (cause he knows Mk will be safe and he can rest *cries profusely*)

Later on Mk wakes up and all of that fun stuff. His friends all greet him and blah blah blah and he is all like “You guys are so amazing for doing this” and they are all like “Um- we did NOT do that, Red did” and he is all like “Pardon 🤠” utterly flabbergasted LMAO. (I was thinking the reason they didn’t try to do the same was because they thought yk, Mk was dead dead as in fully gone disappeared into the earth gone, and Red was just in utter denial and knew it was some sneaky ass celestial realm shit. Sooo that was his motive!) Obviously not because he doesn’t think Redson couldn’t do it but because Red loved Mk so much he ripped through the celestial realm, almost fucking died MULTIPLE times, AND LITERALLY HAD TO GO AGAINST THE CREATOR OF LIFE HERSELF (You can decide on how that would happen. I personally imagine it as a bargain of some sort) just to save him. And bring him back home with no scratches (on Mk)

Of course they see each other Red all bandaged up and Mk is sobbing like “Omg you dumbass why did you do that for me” and Red is all like “Your the dumbass who jumped into the portal to sacrifice yourself. And you are plenty of worth destroying the world and celestial realm for, I wouldn’t want them anyways if you weren’t there.” And Mk is just internally melting and sobbing. And and then Red son makes a stupid joke about not getting a goodbye kiss which makes Mk laugh and then they kiss.

A little bonus: Redson goes down in history for being a force to reckon with when it came to his lover (insert cool historic sounding love story title) and his parents are super proud of him all that fun stuff 💪💪

I MIGHT TRY TO WRITE A STORY BASED ON IT BUT I FEEL LIKE I WOULD OVERWHELM MYSELF WITH IDEAS AND THEN JUST COMPLETELY LOSE MOTIVATIONAL LOL so I am hoping this falls into the hands of some great people!! 🫶🏻

(This song gives me this story energy 😫)

[k9wa]

𑣲 PALPITATE. ft hakkai shiba.

⠀ —when hakkai busting his bike leaves him stranded and vulnerable, both at the hands of public transportation and a girl who can't take a hint.

⠀ or

⠀ — two virgins who lack any social skills are forced to share the same bus route.

⚠︎ fem!reader, no referring pronouns used, hakkai and you are so terribly fucking awkward, lot's of sillies.

MONDAY MAY 2ND, 2006.

what was it about public transportation that was so god damn confusing? i mean, sure, the concept is simple, find the bus you wanna get on and you know, get on it. 

until you take into consideration all the factors in between which, for everyone's sake, i won't bore you with. save for two.

not only had you deemed public transportation your sworn nemesis, but now you were battling it in a city you’d never stepped foot in.

actually, there was someone in a similar situation to you, also (temporarily) struck by the punishment hammer that was being forced to bus everywhere while his motorcycle was in the shop. the day you met hakkai shiba was the first day you had to take the bus to your new part-time job across town. you approached him while he leaned lazily against a sign, displaying a small cartoon bus with a number inside it.

“um— excuse me?” hakkai felt his bones go stiff at the feminine voice that called to him. 

“sorry to bother you, i was just wondering, uh, is this the bus that go….” 

he didn’t get to hear where you were trying to go as his brain did its absolute best to tune you out. meanwhile, you waited patiently for a response.

…a response that the tall boy in front of you was really taking his time preparing. all while he kept perfectly still and facing forward.

“…um—excuse me…?” 

had he not heard you? 

“…hello?” 

was he just ignoring you? sure you understood not wanting to talk to someone, but a simple nod of his head would suffice, no?

“sorry— i just really need to know if this is the right stop to get on.”

hakkai didn’t move.

“um, i start at a new job in less than an hour? i can't really afford to get lost right now.” you chuckled uncomfortably, hoping to ease the tension.

nothing. it was as if you weren’t even there.

“…anything?”

nope.

“blink once for yes??”

your hands drop to your sides, all you received was more nothing. his eyes didn’t even twitch.

“i’m—i’m just gonna try the stop down the road.”

hakkai couldn’t bring himself to watch from his peripherals as you walked away from one of the most awkward situations of your teenage life.

away, and to the wrong bus stop.

TUESDAY MAY 3RD, 2006.

the next time hakkai saw you was actually the very next day, after your first encounter with him. around the same time, as well.

turns out, you and he would be sharing a bus route until the youngest shiba’s bike was fixed and ready for riding again.

lucky you! 

you nearly threw yourself into the traffic beside you when the same guy from yesterday was back at the stop. the stop you learned the hard way was actually the right one. 

you trudged up beside him, leaving an awkward distance between you while he was sitting on the bench, and you opted for standing to the side of it.

“…sooo, turns out this was actually my stop, haha.”

you desperately tried to talk to him again, hoping to prove to yourself that he wasn’t really ignoring you as bad as you’d hoped the day before.

he didn’t answer.

“i um— got on the wrong bus yesterday. ended up all the way in roppongi? i think that’s what it was called, anyway.”

answer. say literally anything oh my god i’m begging you.

“pretty cool area, i'd never been before. silver lining, right?”

you turn to look at him, he’s pale as a ghost.

“youuu uh, ever been? to roppongi?”

….no response ever came. you clear your throat.

“awesome, cool, cool.”

this was gonna be a long week.

WEDNESDAY MAY 4TH, 2006.

back at the bus stop you stood, almost shoulder to shoulder with the same boy who you tried almost everything to pry a word out of the last two days.

tuesday night it dawned on you, what if he just…couldn’t hear you? maybe he had some kind of hearing impairment! it would be pretty shitty to assume he was just blatantly ignoring you if that was the case, so, wednesday afternoon you tried again.

“um, hey.”

you looked beside you to the stone face that was becoming unfortunately familiar. he didn’t answer.

so, like any sane person would do, you poked his arm.

hakkai audibly gulped, but continued to keep his eyes on the scenery in front of him.

“…hello? anyone home?” 

you poked him again. hakkai started to sweat rather profusely. it was a good thing he couldn’t see the way your brow furrowed at the physical cues that he indeed did know you were there.

“okay, what gives? are you just like– really not talkative or something?”

you’re a fool for waiting patiently for some kind of acknowledgement. hakkai was frozen in place.

“...seriously? nothing? not even telling me to shut up or– or leave you alone or something??”

you stomped your way in front of him, and finally reached a hand up to wave it in front of his face. 

“just one word! one word and i'll never speak to you again. swear it.”

hakkai, to everyone’s surprise, didn’t move, his eyes dead set straight. the waving and begging went on until your bus came to a screeching stop behind you.

maybe tomorrow.

THURSDAY MAY 5TH, 2006.

hakkai truly was beginning to mourn having an unlimited form of private transportation. not only did he hate the crowded seats of the bus, or quickly grow tired of the schedules ruining his chance to stay with his friends or gang members late that week, but hakkai had also convinced himself you were one more day away from just deciding to punch him square in the gut.

you absolutely were, by the way.

it’s not that he didn’t feel bad, but c'mon! anyone who knew him knew that yuzuha was the only girl he could talk to, it wasn’t anything against you personally.

it also didn't help that, you too, were completely socially inept. i mean, who keeps trying to make conversation with someone after finding out they’ve been actively ignoring them? anyone else would have just, y'know, moved along. 

you being pretty, like, really pretty wasn’t helping his case much either, but he couldn’t bring himself to think about that for longer than a millisecond before he turned red.

thursday, you didn’t show up for the bus. hakkai waited, watching the side of the sidewalk you would normally arrive from, but you never showed. 

which, in theory, should have been elating for him. it was a day where he could take a much needed breather, where he could comfortably arrive home without clammy hands or sweat beading down his neck.

it was…a little disappointing. not that hakkai necessarily enjoyed making a fool of himself (or shutting off all his senses to avoid that from happening,) but he couldn’t deny that your antics were… funny? to him? you were kind of an idiot, but in an endearing kind of way.

hakkai hoped to see you at the stop tomorrow.

FRIDAY MAY 6TH, 2006.

friday marked the end of the week, alongside the end of hakkai’s journey as someone who regularly relied on the public transport system. tomorrow morning, he would pick up his bike, and bring her back home where she belonged. balance would be restored.

you, however, were dreading leaving your home.

the day prior, you had the luxury of getting a ride to work from a friend, putting an ease to your mind and it’s swarm of thoughts regarding the very tall, very well sculpted, very pretty, very well kept–

the guy at the bus stop who wouldn’t pay any mind to your existence even if it meant his damn life was on the line.

he was an idiot, you were sure of it. not only was he stupid, he was rude! you ended up nearly stranded in another district because he couldn’t even spare you a nod of his head!

who cared that he was pretty? who cared that he had some of the best bone structure you’d ever seen in person, or that he was already standing at 183 cm at an age you assumed couldn’t be far from your own? he sucked!

…okay you cared. you had a thing for him. it was utterly humiliating. all you had done was run around poking (literally) and prodding at him for the last week, all because you didn’t know how to properly say “hey, i wanna talk to you!” or “hey, why are you ignoring me?”

that, and the curiosity of what could be causing him to pay such little attention to you was genuinely driving you up the wall. you digress. today, you would make it right.

you finally arrived, i shouldn't have to mention where by now, and were relieved to see the familiar blue buzz-cut. relieved alongside cursing god for making it so you actually had to speak to him again. you slowly took your spot to his left.

“...hey, um–”

you played with the strap of your bag.

“sorry if i’ve been on your nerves or anything this week, realised i was bein’ kinda overbearing.” you chuckled and looked up at him, not surprised at the lack of feedback.

“i just moved here? and everything has been going pretty south for me, but i didn't mean to take it out on you or anything.”

hakkai’s jaw was clenched, but staying true to himself, he didn’t answer.

“anyway, sorry again. hope the rest of your day goes alright.”

hakkai clenched his fists together, sucked in the deepest breath he thought he'd ever taken, and before the bus rounded the street corner, he spoke.

“..sh..ba…h..kai…” it was shaky, and it was spoken through his tightly clenched teeth, but he managed.

“...p–pardon?” you did your best to keep your eyes from widening and having your shock spread across your face, but it was a feeble attempt. hakkai turned his head in the opposite direction, away from you.

“..shiba…hakkai..” he mumbled again, but the second time was thankfully more clear. 

it quickly became your turn to stare straight ahead of you, unable to form some kind of answer in your head. you had been so damn talkative before, too.

the bus came to a rusty stop in front of the two of you. only then, were you able to mutter your name in response to him. one painful week later, you finally had an introduction.

maybe hakkai would keep taking the bus home even after picking up his bike. only sometimes, though. baby steps.

⠀ 𑣲 MASTERLIST / GOT A REQUEST ?

[pansy-picnics]

First off I need to just mention that your Uknighted dream art is top tier elite and i am in love. Like you have no idea.

Okay, now thats said, do you have any soft ot3 headcanons/scenes that you can imagine happening but can’t figure out how to write etc etc.? 💕

God is all of them an option bc the answer is all of them

I SWEAR I. HAVE SO MANY IDEAS AND THOUGHTS TAKING UP SPACE IN MY BRAIN (Both for ukd and for the entire family tbh) that i just CANNOT bring myself to draw or write or anything. If i had the time to be able to draw everything that popped in my head it would be OVER for yall i stg. And then theres my in progress fic i have up right now which i last updated in like (checks notes) January but i swear i’ve been THINKING about updating it again and that counts right

- Ummm. this is just something i find very funny but i absolutely love the idea that before they “Formally” announce their relationship, the public have just been spreading rumors left and right about the princess’s “affair”. cass and rapunzel somehow NEVER notice this but for a while it seems like eugene cant go ANYWHERE without someone either awkwardly being like “Soooo how are things going with the princess ^_^;;;” or just straight up asking “Hey is your wife cheating on you?” with no hesitation.

and eugene, being the attention whore he is obviously just Went with it and was like “Well yeah duh. Who do you think set them up”

EVERYONE GOES CRAZY.

before long literally EVERYONE has heard about it. rapunzel’s fucking Parents have heard about it. people in other KINGDOMS have heard about it. Meanwhile eugene’s having the time of his Life. He’s got disguises just to go in and listen in on the servants’ gossip. at this point he’s just started Making shit up and every day he’s spreading a proposition thats somehow even more absurd than the last. Most of them don’t even make sense. Like “Oh yeah no the reason rapunzel and cass are always sneaking off together isn’t because they’re having a steamy love affair it’s actually because they’ve been making blood sacrifices to the underworld to make sure zhan tiri never returns. Just girl things yk?”

“No see you’ve got it all wrong thats not cassandra at all. That’s shorty. He and rapunzel are having a book club together. It’s not going very well because shorty keeps eating all the books.” Or his personal favorite, “Wait you thought RAPUNZEL was the one having the affair?” gets them EVERY TIME.

Cass and rapunzel finally declare things officially only for everyone to become even MORE confused and they finally realize eugenes been fueling the fire for the past 3 months and he had just Assumed they were already aware of it

eugene: ….Wait you guys didnt know about that?

raps: i

raps: NO????

eugene:

eugene: um. Oops

cass: THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN “OOPS”?????

- this is kind of random but i PROMISE its going somewhere bear with me. In my head eugene is NOT the captain of the guard because a character becoming a cop is literally a fate worse than death. instead i like to imagine he does some kind of social work and is also an author…Eugene has a rlly strong connection to literature and is a great storyteller, hes got a flair for the dramatic and a strong imagination and seeing how much the flynn rider books meant to him in his childhood, i think he’d absolutely want to create something like that for other people 🥹

Anyways one of my favorite ideas w them is a modern au where rapunzel and eugene are both starving artists who are making a webcomic together…Eugene is still trying to publish his first novel and is writing for the comic in the meantime. theyre aspiring towards turning it into a graphic novel. Cass is literally just forcing everyone around her to read it. You’ve already read it? Read it again /J. She’s their number one hypeman but she’s trying to act sooo chill about it to keep up her Cool stone cold butch aesthetic. She’s like going to cons with them and hands out business cards and helps sell merch and she has a side account on twitter where she gets into heated arguments with anyone who hateposts about it.

Bonus points: it’s a fantasy comic about a lost princess, her knight girlfriend and her rogue boyfriend and is loosely a reference to the events of the canon show

- OH OH something that DEFINITELY fits this category has to be the girls taking eugene to the lagoon for the first time…….I think cass and rapunzel still spend a lot of dates there just the two of them, and no matter what it is very much Their Spot ™, but after things become official it just. Doesn’t really feel right to keep it exclusively between them anymore. i have a LOTTTT of thoughts on this…..rapunzel bouncing around and showing everything to him and cass just being dragged along for the ride…picnics together by the water while cass and raps are eagerly telling him all the stories of what he missed out on. it’s their quiet place i think they escape to whenever they don’t want to be bothered at the castle LOL. eugene officiates the cassunzel wedding there….. not to mention if/when they have kids 🥹 Augh. They make sooo many memories there i think🫶🫶🫶

- Not a specific scene so much as just a silly hc but rapunzel LOVES it when they “fight” over her. Usually it’s just a playful thing and rapunzel finds it so cute and endearing. They have the exact same banter every time and the same fake “duel” for her hand and raps will NEVER get tired of it

- oh and SPA DAYS. God cassandra’s self care routines by herself have always been SHIT. I love that girl but i think she absolutely reeks. Her hair looks like something died in it and whenever it gets too long she just grabs the nearest sharp object and cuts it off in one swoop. Eugene and rapunzel are UTTERLY horrified by this and they do not let that shit fly as soon as she’s living with them. They have little self care nights at least once a week, sometimes just with the three of them and sometimes the rest of the family gets into it too, it depends on the day. eugene helps do her hair for her and they pick out all sorts of fancy products for her skin and her curls and just absolutely SPOIL her. at first shes kinda whiny about it but once she realizes how much better she feels on a day to day basis she reluctantly apologizes for ever doubting them

[6okuto]

hai everypony. used some of u and ur ocs as my muses for a little (big) (rough) spread :3 So u know u r perceived and enjoyed.

if ur surprised because we don't talk um. i recognize ur user and or did some tag lurking so. hey... um. Hey...... tags and notes under the cut!

@khalixvitae - KHALIX ! do not know this guy At All but i decided to mix things up and use him!! if u have any thoughts to share abt vil i'm all ears! >__<

@sweet-milky-tea705 - JAYCE! yasenia. smoking duck gif. is anything else needed 2 say... i didn't forget her ears i just. upside down. hair. and. giuspelazpe

@koyukiki - Leon Kennedy. LMAO he's literally the most random guy on here. "why hoseok da bus driver" vibe LIKEHEEBFHSB but u know. hiii koyuki!!

@shobvrry - wehehehe... hiii friend,, little shoto for u!! :3 do u like the placement of frozen joke bear. get it. bc. because. he. and. get it

@dira333 - kENMA!! this is evidently Not the thing i wanted to give u but. this has taken a while and i actually want 2 redo the other thing so. haii dira!! \o/

@satorisoup - tHe Only self ship other than me on here. based it on ur existing self ship comms and picrews.. R ur eyes green. like. ..IMCRYING . ROCK ON LENE!

@last0bread - !! azalea has SUCH a cool + unique design!! she's also quite satisfying to draw?? LOL. i also like doodling flowers so thanks for letting me do that :3 🩷 /silly

@mustddart - oh my god i didn't know u changed users and just got so scared. I rock w these guys. i don't know their dynamic i based it solely on this post (& it being percy) but I ROCK W THEM!!! U r one of the people i recognize by user btw. Hiiii stay awesome!!!! 🩷🩷

@luv-indigo - SOOO lovely!! loved reading about nadine and seeing her in each step ^__^ !! i recognize u by user too. Haiii all ur art and ocs r super nice and cool!!! 🙆🏻‍♀️🩷

@vaultureculture - bro i am rocking w this design so hard. elvia is stunning like okkk???!! leander i see u. i get u 🙂‍↕️🔥 phlomis is also Awesome i love the dynamics and story going on IM ROCKING SO HEAVY!!

@kandy-katz - omg. i did the chibi first and by the time i got to the last empty space i realized sol was the only one who was a sole (haha) chibi and !! 😭 i felt so bad bc his full design is SO SO cool so he's here twice. HE'S AWESOME!! 🩷🙆🏻‍♀️

@dreamtydraw - smoking duck gif. apple bag trio.. lOVE THEM!! 🩷💌 wasn't originally gonna do all 3 but i saw this pose and thought it was silly and fun.. yeagh. all ur ocs are always so lovely and unique!!! everypony reading this go check dreamty on itch.io and play all 5 games NOW!!!

@evanox - SARA RAAAHHHH!!!! saraahhhhh!!.???? haha get it. ...just looks like i spelt ur name wrong. Let's carry on. MAEHWA!!! 😭🩷🩷 worked off jayce's art I hope she looks ok. sage is drunk and saying something stupid /affectionate Idk what.. hehe she's lovely!!

@anonymous-eggy - Big Fan of masks and i love this one. HIS DESIGN IS SO FUN!! i finished drawing them the fastest fr fr i want that shirt so bAD and their hair is so nice yeahh i rock w az HEAVY!! 🩷🩷

@someiicecube - cannot overstate how heavy i rock w esther. u hooked me at an awesome stunning design and reeled me in w reading too many romance books and wishing it was him. so me. SO COOL!!! 🩷🩷

da process........

yeahgh. 👍 i wud like to draw some for real in the future but actually if i draw anything in the next few days my brain will explodeo.

[dubina-dawkins]

heyy, um, like, i saw that you take requests for andy gallagher, i love him and just don't see anything about him, so maybe you could do some headcanons with him, literally anything you want, i'll be extremely happy with anything you cook, or if you don't want to do it with him, you can do it with sam too, this got really confusing, sorry, tysm

>HIII!!! i really love Andy and was sooo happy to see your req like finally!!! had some thoughts on him for quite a lot of time so here it is

ANDY GALLAGHER | SFW HEADCANONS

pairing: none actually! tho in some places it's a bit of samandy but you can take it as andy x reader too

warnings and notes: some fluff, set somewhere before ep21 s2, drugs mentioned (it's a bad thing idk if i really need to say it), english is not my first language so mistakes may take place, divider by @bernardsbendystraws

REBLOGS WILL BE APPRECIATED

>> yeah, his abilities are cool - andy sometimes feels like a true superhero...

>> ...but it scares him, when it comes to his beloved ones. so, after his acquaintance with winchesters, he didn't actually use it. like, yeah, he improved, but his trainings were always on some people he didn't know

>> not only did he transmitted some explicit thoughts directly into the heads of people he didn't like

>> once andy was reading some adult magazine... like bustyasianbeauties or something

>> and there was that one guy that he remembered from school... so guess what he did?

>> poor guy looked stressed

>> andy certainly is the person that can panic most of the time

>> but! he still had an idea of becoming a hunter

>> brothers really inspired him...

>> he found a case - some vampire, cool, it sounded easy

>> but it wasn't. again, he's a panicker

>> one look from that goth-looking girl that he assigned was a vampire, a wink from her?

>> he's already in the bar bathroom

>> "sam? it might seem crazy what i'm boutta tell ya-"

>> this woman wasn't even one of the vampires

>> actually! andy calls sam a lot

>> "if he gave me his number, that means he wants me to call, right?"

>> but sometimes he feels guilty about this

>> when he gives sam a call, and instead of familiar "hi,andy! what's up?" he hears that

>> "andy, sorry, really sorry, but it's not the right moment- almost done, dean! 'll call you later"

>> but sam actually does call him back

>> there's not really much of comfort in andy's life

>> that's why he uses weed...

>> nothing worse tho!

>> but there's other addicting things

>> such as cuddles...

>> when someone else's arms are wrapped around him, andy's just so done

>> but he loves to hug other people as well; it's just that most of the times he's shorter and smaller

>> stress mades him lose much weight ig... but his closest try to get him to eat at least something

>> "salads are really good for your health, andy"

>> "sam, you're gonna kill the guy with your diets"

a/n: @figurantedefilme thanks for that req again!!! there's not a lot, but anyways...

[moth-related-inquiries]

I freaking LOVED writing about being Cartman's babysitter, so! Butters and Babysitter Reader.

This is my way of giving Butters a little bit of the life he deserves.

-♡Butters parents only needed a babysitter because they want someone to help tutor him, they're tired of Butter's getting into 'trouble,' and they want to be more productive.

-Basically, they want someone to parent for them because they suck and I hate them.

-Thankfully, Butters isnt even close to being as terrible as his parents!

-♡ When Butter's parents told him about you, he got extremely excited.

-He ran around his room and grabbed a bunch of his toys and costumes for the two of you to play with.

-The week that he was waiting for you to arrive was so painful for him. He just wants to meet you sooo bad!!

♡-When you finally arrived and his parents left for their 'date' he immediatly dragged you up to his room and showed you everything cool he has.

-"This is my little buddy Soundwave and- and this is his best buddy Skeletor! Oh! And this is my computer!"

-He'll be too embarassed to show you that he likes Hello Kitty until you show him that you also like it.

-If you play Hello Kitty Island Adventure with him, he will now be convinced that you guys are best buddies.

-♡ Nobody really talks about how creative Butters actually is but trust me, he is an art kid.

-Butter's never really gets the praise he deserves for his artwork because his dad finds it gay, so he didn't show you until you found one of his pictures from art class.

-"Butters? Did you draw this?" "Oh geez, um, please don't tell my dad!"

-Will literally beg you to believe that he is not gay until you tell him that it's ok. 😭

-if you tell him that you're a bit gay yourself then he'll feel better and tell you about the time he went to conversion camp.

-♡ You are basically the parent that Butters has always wanted and he knows this.

-"Well I just wish I was as well behaved with my dad as I am with you."

-he is basically YOUR child.

-Poor little guy cries about his friends hurting his feelings literally all of the time.

-You carry him EVERYWHERE but he will constantly apologize if he hurts your back even once.

-Butters is innocent and very uninformed so you will unfortunately have to have certain talks about what is appropriate and what's not.

-His dad obviously skirts around questions that he feels uncomfortable answering so you are going to have to explain a LOT of things to him.

-♡He introduced you to Marjorine, Detective Butters, and many of his other characters but not Professor Chaos.

-he doesn't want you to be hurt by his evil alter ego or see him do mean things.

-Though it Cartman allows you to play superheroes, he'll make sure to keep his identity a secret. (It's so obvious but you pretend like it's not.)

-♡Butters wants to talk and play with you EVERY SINGLE DAY!

-You'll get a random call from the Stotch residence and it's Butters calling you from his home phone and asking you how your day was.

-He'll go on and on and on about his day until his mom or dad forces him off of the phone.

-After a few minutes, he'll call you again and continue the conversation.

-He gets caught and almost grounded until you bring up the excuse of calling the Stotches to ask if Butter's would like to stay at your house.

-♡ Butters is super excited to be spending the night with you!!!! At YOUR house!!!!!

-"Oh, boy! This is just like a sleepover!!"

-You guys go out shopping for snacks and find matching bunny pajamas.

-Movie night!!!!!!! You guys watch Barbie movies, Hello Kitty movies, and re-runs of Terrance and Phillip.

-Yall even make your own home movies with your camcorder.

-He was too scared to sleep alone in your house for a while so he's got his own place and blanket in your bed.

-♡Once Butters gets a phone and installs Coonstagram, he takes nonstop pictures of the two of you.

-He will always end the captions with "with my little buddy Y/n!" Or "with my best bud Y/n!"

-His entire gallery is full of pictures of the two of you at the park, walmart, in the car, at your house-literally EVERYWHERE.

-He texts and calls you everyday to ask how you're doing and if you wanna come over and play.

-The two of you send goofy snapchat pictures back and forth.

-♡ Overall being Butter's babysitter is a blast, and the two of you are practically best buddies. It's assured that you can always count on Butters to make you smile.

Hope you guys enjoyed 🫶 I love writing babysitter hcs!! Next up should be Gladiator! Trent Boyett x reader :)