#bad buddy ding dong

[telomeke-bbs]

A BAD BUDDY PARALLEL I MISSED – EVERY DING WILL HAVE ITS DONG

I'm currently following @‌impala124 and @‌troubled-mind on their respective journeys liveblogging as they watch BBS, and it's so much fun tracking newbies to Bad Buddy getting to know it for the first time: 🥰

(I'm not going to tag them in this post though, just in case my write-up below turns out to have spoilery reveals that mar their first watch. 😊)

So Bad Buddy (for me, at least) is one of the foundational, sacred texts of the BL experience (commenting on and righting the wrongs of BLs that had gone on before) and I hope it continues to inform every BL fan's journey. 🤩

Anyway, following the liveblogs highlighted a parallel that I'd missed, and it was so lovely to be surprised again when I had thought BBS could hold no more surprises… 😍

When Pat grabs a clean shirt from Pa's laundry delivery and tosses it to Pran at Ep.1 [3‌/4] 2.19, this is a little foreshadowing moment that gets its callback at Ep.4 [4/4] 10.51:

(top) Bad Buddy Ep.1 [3‌/4] 2.19 – Pat tosses a clean shirt to Pran after rescuing him from the Engine gang, saying "Take it"; (bottom) Bad Buddy Ep.4 [4/4] 10.51 – with another "Take it", Pran tosses his personally-scented Friend/Unfriend t-shirt to a shirtless Pat, after rescuing him from Keyless Night 2 out in the corridor

On one level you can read the second shirt toss as Pran diligently keeping score in their neverending rivalry – as in "You tossed me a shirt once, and now I'm returning you the favor so I don't owe you anything" (noting from Ep.2 [4/4] 10.22 that – in the constant back-and-forth ding-dong of their rivalry – any ding not donged back between the two means the competition is still in play, at least until Ep.7's Bet Era™ put a seeming end to their non-stop scorekeeping).

But on another level the exchange of shirts also shows the care and concern each has for the other, even while each act of kindness is cloaked with antagonism on the surface.

In Ep.4 Pran tosses Pat a shirt, ostensibly unwashed to show he doesn't care – but it doesn't hide the fact that he's gifting a grateful Pat with warmth, shelter and comfort (especially since Puppy Pat gets all horny for undiluted eau de Pran – eau de Pran faim? 🤣).

In Ep.1 Pat tosses Pran a shirt ostensibly because he doesn't want Dissaya to see evidence of a fight and blame him for it, while Pran stomps away all grinchy and ungrateful. But we now know that they were probably just following their ages-old playbook of acting out a bitter rivalry when in front of an audience (Pa in this case).

And Pat avoiding blame from Dissaya isn't the same as redeeming himself in her eyes (it wouldn't change a thing about her opinion of him), so his reasoning seems more like an excuse to help Pran out (and maybe save him from a scolding by Bad Buddy's Tiger Mom too). But I guess this should be obvious to all.

The idea of Pran putting on Pat's shirt in Ep.1, and Pat putting on Pran's shirt in Ep.4, also foreshadows Episode 8 when each tries to inhabit the other's perspective to see things from his faen's point-of-view in their newly-confirmed couplehood:

(above, left) Bad Buddy Ep.5 [1‌/4] 1.29; (above, right) Bad Buddy Ep.8 [1‌/4] 1.36 – in Ep.5's opening scene Pat wakes up and mistakes the smell of cooking for a fire, while it is Pran who does that in Ep.8 (although I don't think that's Pat's shirt he's wearing); still, when read together these two scenes signal that Ep.8 will be switching up the boys' perspectives

Also in Ep. 8, Pat ripping off the same Friend/Unfriend t-shirt after their backstage spat hits especially hard when we circle back to Ep.4 and see how he first put it on with such appreciative relish:

(top) Bad Buddy Ep.4 [4/4] 11.02 – Pat's first time getting acquainted with Pran's Friend/Unfriend t-shirt; (bottom) Bad Buddy Ep.8 [4/4] 2.45 – Pat strips off Pran's t‑shirt in a huff, during their backstage blow-out

Remembering also PatPran's Ep.5 confrontation under the white arches at Ep.5 [1‌/4] 7.43 (which foreshadowed Ep.8's backstage argument over the same t-shirt) we can now see that BBS was diligently establishing how important wearing that t-shirt was to Pat, and how wrenching it must have been for him to doff it and lay himself bare in Ep.8. 😥

And then we see Pran pass the t-shirt back to Pat at their reconciliation behind the red curtain, calling back to their two shirt exchanges in Episodes 1 and 4:

(above) Bad Buddy Ep.8 [4/4] 6.29 – an apologetic Pran hands the Friend/Unfriend t‑shirt (together with a conciliatory bottle of water) back to Pat, reaching across the visual barriers of backstage scaffolding that seems to want to cage and separate them just like the constraining circumstances of their lives

In all of this, the ding-dong of shirts between the two boys is a metaphor for the constant back-and-forth competition between them, and also how each gives a bit of himself to the other during their journey to couplehood in Bad Buddy.

Ep.1's shirt toss is also an example of how so many little throwaway lines or narrative details in the early episodes will get their own parallels or callbacks later on.

A couple of examples:

Pa turning up in the family car with Pat's clean laundry plays into her early depiction as nothing more than a loser side character, existing only to further Pat's narrative with no agency of her own – until Director Aof and his writers switch out her portrayal later on, launching her on her own story arc and acing the Bechdel test in the process.

(above) Two views of Pa in a car (calling out to her Dr. Seuss t-shirt in the first? 🤣) – Ep.1 [3/4] 1.50 on the left during her Loser Era™, and Ep.7 [1/4] 2.43 on the right after her glow-up and promotion from stereotypical plot device to a fleshed-out character with (at least some) growth and development

The laundry itself is a launchpad for Pat's request at Ep.3 [3‌/4] 5.15 – "Do the laundry for me", which is a sign of his cluelessness at reading his innermost desires. There in Ep.3's music store he thinks he's liking the smell of clean laundry, when it's actually Pran's own personal scent that's giving him butterflies:

(above) Bad Buddy Ep.3 [3‌/4] 5.07 – Pat inhaling all he can of Pran in the music store

And of course Pat's request for Pran to do his laundry is a set-up that allows Pran the opportunity for some zingy comebacks later, at Ep.3 [3‌/4] 5.46 when he sarcastically says he's doing the laundry while sketching ideas for the bus-stop redesign, as well as Ep.9 [2/4] 4.16 when he says he's doing the laundry in response to Pat's question "Washing the dishes?" (itself an innuendo-laden remark – see the note on laang jaan buried within this write-up):

(above left) Bad Buddy Ep.3 [3‌/4] 5.46 – Pran tells Pat he's doing laundry while sketching designs for the bus-stop, in response to Pat's question "What are you doing?"; (above right) Bad Buddy Ep.9 [2/4] 4.16 – Pran tells Pat he's doing laundry, in response to Pat's question "Washing the dishes?"

The exchange of shirts is just a nice little detail, not hugely significant, and yet it ties into the bigger picture with an astonishing consistency. Every time you hear a bell ring in BBS, you betcha there'll be a corresponding echo sometime later.

As it is with Pat and Pran, in Bad Buddy every ding will have its dong! 🤣

‌

[foldingfittedsheets]

I had a dream about angels last night. Or like this morning depending on your view because I woke up at 3am to give Leeloo her inhaler and this dream happened after that.

So this group of angels had descended to earth on a mission and ended up in a living situation with a bunch of humans. Like they were just roommates with angels. The angels were attempting to carry out inscrutable divine plans but were handicapped by the fact that the world was too much for them.

Every sensory experience was a massive overload to them. One tasted garlic and burst into tears. They could barely function let alone fulfill their purpose on the mortal plane. So one of the roommates came up with a sensory acclimation program for the angels.

Each angel was paired off with a human to attempt some experiences. The humans job was to help them through it. One angel was going to brave the movies. Buttered popcorn was an overwhelming cacophony of sensation. Another wanted to attempt a short walk on the beach. Like, their goals were very modest normal guy stuff.

There was just one problem. All of the human buddies. Desperately. Wanted to fuck their angel. They all wanted the angels to be down with sex acts so bad, they had the major angel hornies and there was no cure. One person successfully seduced their angel and all the other humans lost their shit trying to up their seduction game on these sheltered divine ding dongs who could barely handle the taste of popcorn.

So most of the dream was spent watching people engineer elaborate situations in which they might go to ethereal pound town while the angels blundered around licking frogs and sticking their hands in garbage.

[featheryminx]

hate post under the cut! this is so petty and purely a form of stress relief bc it’s finals season and i need some unserious venting. do not engage if ur a fan of buckt*mmy :) thanks

truly i have no words for this one. Girl what do you mean That Ship brought you so much joy you started watching 911 for them, and then stopped when they broke up? this isn’t like that egregious by their standards it just. it just boggles the brain.

why the fuck would chris meddle in this? these are grown ass men and he is a teenager who has a whole world of other problems, be serious. I also love how Those Shippers are so adamant that buck isn’t like that important or intertwined with Chris, up until they can use Chris as a plot point for their (bad) ship

okay so first of all—the 118 were never his friends. Like we gotta get that straight. He (can’t even say That Man bc that’s too ace attorney coded LOL) literally made chim & hens professional lives like, miserable? He was an active proponent of discomfort and harm and you think that the 118 is supposed to be on his side ever? no.

also like between Buck and Him, the 118 would never ever choose him. Like what the fuck does OP mean “the breakup has proven they aren’t his friends” as if there was something to disprove? There was no evidence suggesting that the 118 were his friends for that guy to even feel betrayed by. They just did not give a fuck about him.

you’re just making him italian to give him a cute plot point italian grandma? Talk about making him more and more eddie coded… like we already have Abuela we don’t need another grandma who speaks a diff language and has cute little names for buck. like this is literally just ripping off of eddies character bc you have nothing better to give this cardboard man who is Eddie Lite in every other way as well. (sorry to OP not a dig on your actual writing, it’s just the eddie-ification of your blorbo that bothers me)

WHAT IS YOU BITCHES OBSESSION WITH SAL? IF IM REMEMBERING CORRECTLY SAL WAS ALSO A WEIRD RACIST FREAK! are you weird and racist? is that why you’re obsessed with weird racists? grow up.

GET BUCKS NAME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH how dare you suggest that a song could apply to buck & temu and also sal/temu? gross. ALSO see above for my criticism of sal & temu obsessed weirdos.

so you think a racist, disrespectful clown is easier to stomach than someone having safe, sane, consensual sex? Like let me remind you—Temu was ridiculously paternalistic towards Buck all the time, and never respected him (first date, the way he talked about him to hen and karen) and is also canonically racist and misogynistic and also apparently has no remorse over the way he treated his beard or no respect for her as a human… and you think THAT is easier to stomach than a guy having casual sex? shows where your priorities lie.

GET MY GIRLS OUT OF YOUR MOUTH. he was so dismissive of their concerns in that deleted scene and u want more of those interactions? no baby. absolutely not.

el em ef ay oh. that’s all.

why the FUCK would he be involved, bffr. like practically, we know this is an athena plot. and also. DING DONG THE WITCH IS FUCKING DEAD and he’s not coming back. cope. seethe.

ugh i can’t add more images? okay i’ll just transcribe the post it’s short. basically it’s a snippet of a scene where Temu says “I’ve got your back”, because of course they have nothing better to do than steal from the buddie dynamic. like. that’s just embarassing.

[makeitmingi]

Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 30]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.3K

Just like you and Mingi predicted, you were so busy that you haven't really spent any time with him over the next couple of weeks. What made you feel worse was not being able to see Haneul.

You started early or worked through the night that having Haneul around would just not be fair to her. You wouldn't be able to give your attention to her and care for her, which is why she still doesn't live with you.

"Mingi hyung, are you okay?" Jongho asked, noticing the taller male unusually quiet, a distant look on his face.

"I'm worried about Indigo... You know she had just been cooped up in her studio. I've been busy too so I haven't gone to visit her and check if she's okay." Mingi sighed.

"It's normal when it's comeback preparation season for producers. Hongjoong hyung hasn't been coming home too." Jongho said.

"Her studio is just downstairs, buddy. You can ask her." Yunho patted Mingi on the shoulder.

"No... I don't want to disturb her. She's stresesd out as is..." Mingi chewed on his bottom lip. He groaned, falling back to lay on the practice room floor. He missed you so much.

"I'm sure you won't stress her." Yunho chuckled.

"It's not me that will stress her. It's the thought of me that will stress her out. I know her, she'll see me and feel bad for not spending time with me. I don't want to add to that. If she thinks we're both busy that we can't spend time with each other, it'll make her feel less guilty." Mingi explained.

"Wow." Jongho snorted with a smile. Even Yunho blinked, speechless at how Mingi was so confident in his knowledge of you.

Mingi didn't even know your schedule, he just knew you were busy. The both of you decided not to share a calendar and overwhelm or worry the other party.

"Maybe you can cook her a meal, lighten that load." Wooyoung joined the discussion circle.

"My omma has been giving me food to give to her." Mingi said flatly. He remembers the shock, thinking the food was for him but his mother warned him not to eat it, saying it was for you only.

"I would suggest we all surprise her but with Mingi's whole insight into Indigo's psyche earlier, I'm not sure if that will go well."

"You guys think of something. I'll just buy her a coffee and get it delivered to her studio first." Mingi pushed himself to stand up, going to retrieve his phone. He ordered two iced coffees from the cafe you liked and got it delivered to your studio.

'Thanks for the coffee, Mings... I really needed it. Are you in the studio today? - Prod. Baby'

'Yeah. Actually I'm already in the building, we just finished dance practice. - Mings'

'Can you come? - Prod. Baby'

"That's my queue. I'll see you guys later." Mingi slung his bag over his shoulder and left the dance studio. Before going to you, he went to the bathroom to change out of his hoodie and into a clean shirt.

DING DONG

Mingi stood there, waiting for you to open the door. Not that you didn't tell him your studio password or anything, he simply didn't want to know it when you offered to tell him. That was your private space, not his, and if he was going to be inside, you should be there with him.

"Mings." A smile appeared on your face as you opened the door and took him in. Mingi dropped his bag, immediately leaning down to scoop you into his arms.

"I missed you." You said, muffled into his shoulder as your arms tightened around his neck.

"Me too." He mumbled, rubbing his face into your neck. He took a deep breath, inhaling your familiar scent and relaxed in your hold.

Like always, Mingi didn't let you go. Instead, he teetered into the studio, closing the door behind him. He didn't care that his bag was left in the hallway.

"You left your bag out there, silly." You giggled.

"It's fine. There's nothing good to steal in there." Mingi said. You shook your head with a laugh, leaning in to give him a quick peck. After that, you went to get his bag from outside, closing the door and locking the door after that.

"Baby, have you been sleeping here again?" Mingi asked, finally noticing the set up pull out bed. You hadn't bothered to tidy it up since you were using it for night sleeps and naps.

That was when Mingi took in your appearance as well. You looked tired, pale with sunken eyes. You also felt lighter when Mingi lifted you up.

"Only for the past two nights." You confessed. Mingi didn't lecture you or scold you.

"Poor, baby." He hugged you.

"That's fine. I just needed to see you. I'm already feeling much better after seeing you." You wrapped your arms around his waist, sticking yourself to him like a baby koala.

"Let's take a nap, hmm? I'll wake you up when you want me to." Mingi suggested kindly. That sounded really tempting, sleeping with Mingi beside you, holding you. Looking back at your desk, you thought about all the work you have been doing. Maybe you could afford a 1-hour nap or even 2-hours.

"Okay. Wake me up in 2 hours." You told him. Mingi nodded, setting the alarm on his phone. You dimmed the lights as you both settled on the pull out bed.

"It's not as comfortable as home." You chuckled, feeling the springs move easily under you.

"That's okay. It's better than nothing." He smiled, happy to just be with you. One arm was tucked under your head, becoming your pillow and his other arm draped over your waist loosely.

"Before you sleep..." Mingi started. You hummed in question.

"This." He pressed his lips against yours. You smiled into the kiss, hands coming up to hold his cheeks. You felt Mingi squeeze the flesh of your waist.

"Okay, now you can sleep." He said, pulling away. You laughed at how silly he was as you tucked your face into the crook of his neck.

You fell asleep in record time, forgetting where you were temporarily. The previous two weeks of barely getting any sleep caught up with you so quickly. All that mattered was that Mingi was here with you and you were in safe in his arms.

"Baby? Love? It's time to wake up." Of course Mingi didn't want to wake you up but he promised he would and he didn't want you to be upset that you slept for so long.

"Hmm..." You groaned, clutching onto Mingi's shirt.

"You can sleep longer if you want. I just don't want you to be mad at me if I didn't wake you up first." He said.

"Not... mad... You smell... good...." You mumbled out with your face still smushed against Mingi's bicep. He laughed, his free hand coming up to thread through your hair.

"Thanks?"

"You're welcome..." You replied. You were obviously half asleep, not really aware of the conversation you were having with Mingi.

"Need to... work... But I don't want... to move..." You grumbled with your eyes still closed. Mingi wanted to carry you up and take you home to continue sleeping in a proper bed. He showered you in kisses until you scrunched your nose and peeked open an eye to stare at him.

"Oh, we're still in the studio." You yawned, stretching your arms over your head as you blinked, taking in your surroundings. You had forgotten that you were here.

"Up we go." Mingi helped you sit up and you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.

"Go work. I'll clear all this up." Mingi patted your lower back to urge you to move, tossing the pillows aside.

"Mmm, okay." You hummed and shuffled over to sit in your chair. Mingi tidied up the bed, he folded the blanket and placed it into the basket you had before making everything look like a couch again.

"All done." He came over and leaned down to give you a kiss on the cheek. You turned to see everything put away neatly.

"Thank you." You tilted your head up to give him a peck. You reached over to take a sip of your coffee before going back to work. Mingi sat on the couch, not wanting to disturb or distract you. He had his phone out, writing some lyrics.

"Mings, aren't you tired from practice? You don't have to wait for me to finish. You could go home if you'd like." You said to him, not taking your eyes off the screen in front of you.

"No, I'm okay. I know I don't have to wait, I want to. But if you want the space to think alone, I'm fine too." Mingi replied.

"No, I do want you here." You turned around to look at him.

"Even if you aren't right next to me, knowing you're there with me makes me feel less anxious. I can't describe it. It's almost like you have a calming effect on me." You explained.

"Don't worry, I understand because I feel the same when you're with me too." Mingi chuckled.

"Really?" You tilted your head. He nodded in confirmation.

You smiled softly then turned back to do your work. Sure, you joke about how Mingi can be distracting when you're trying to work but you never actually minded him being around you. It was true, he had that effect on you. You didn't feel stressed, anxious or overwhelmed by all the work.

After working for some time, Mingi noticed that it was time for dinner. He was going to order some takeout for the both of you when a text came in from Wooyoung.

'Bring Indigo upstairs to the roof! - Wooyoung'

'But she's busy... - Mingi'

'Tell her Seonghwa hyung and Hongjoong hyung told her to go. She'll agree. - Wooyoung'

"Hey, baby? Sorry to interrupt." Mingi approached you carefully, gently tapping your shoulder so as to not startle you. You removed your headphones and looked at him quizically.

"The captain and Seonghwa hyung asked me to bring you upstairs." Mingi explained.

"Why?" You tilted your head.

"Not sure... I was just told to bring you." He scratched his head. True to what Wooyoung predicted, you put your headphones down and saved your progress before heading up with him. Since it was late, Mingi boldly held your hand the entire way.

"What-"

"Surprise!" The roof top was decked out with lanterns and fairy lights. Seonghwa and Wooyoung were standing over a big pot of some sorts, stirring what looked to be soup.

"Unnie!" Haneul wiggled in San's arms. He let her down and she ran to you. You bent down to hug her tightly.

"Haneulie, I missed you so much." You whispered as you showered her in kisses. She burst into a fit of giggles from the tickles.

"Did you plan this?" You turned to Mingi.

"Nope! It was the rest of us." Hongjoong slung an arm around your shoulder, leading you away. Haneul held onto your free hand, an excited, giddy smile on her face. You went to give Wooyoung, Yeosang and Seonghwa thank you hugs. Despite not being on for skinship, Jongho let you hug him.

"Thank you for driving to get Haneul." You hugged Yunho. He smiled brightly, happily hugging you. He even lifted you up a little like Mingi usually does with you.

"Me too! Me too! I went along." San snatched you away to hug you.

"Yah, that's enough." Mingi voiced. Haneul let go of your hand and ran to him to hug his leg.

"Hi there, little princess." He smiled and bent down to hold Haneul. She always liked when Yunho or Mingi held her because she felt so tall. Haneul giggled and wrapped her arms around Mingi.

"Hi, big princess!" She kicked her legs slightly with happiness. Mingi blinked at the nickname she just called him.

"But I'm not a princess?"

"You are! Yunho oppa said so!" Haneul pointed to the other tall male, who was snickering. Mingi shot his best friend a flat look. Of course it would originate from him.

"Okay, no more giant princess. Come here, little bear." Jongho cut in and took Haneul away. Haneul willingly sat in Jongho's lap as they looked out the balcony at the cars and people walking by. You softened watching the two of them.

"Mine." You jumped at Mingi's sudden appearance behind you. He draped his arms over your shoulders from the back.

"Alright, alright. Time to eat kids." Seonghwa called. After Yeosang handed you a drink, Wooyoung came and stole you from Mingi, sitting you beside him.

"Yah, Jung Wooyoung!" Mingi yelled in protest.

"We made Baeksuk. For you to replenish your energy." Wooyoung ignored Mingi and spoke to you excitedly. Hongjoong, San and Yunho helped given out the bowls of hot chicken soup to everyone.

"Wait, wait. I need to help Haneul cut up the meat." You chuckled, standing back up.

"Don't worry, Indigo. I got it. Just sit and enjoy your dinner." Jongho assured. He used his chopsticks to pick off the meat and shredded it into small pieces for Haneul, mixing it with her rice.

"Thanks, Jongho ah." You smiled softly, melting at how Jongho was with Haneul. They have grown close even if he wouldn't verbally admit it. You sat back down beside Wooyoung and Yeosang. Mingi's face fell as he sulked, he had hoped that you would still change seats to sit with him.

"Thank you for the surprise, everyone. For bringing Haneul here and cooking. Although, I'm curious how you all got such a big pot." You giggled, raising your soda can.

"We rented it. You can do that, surprisingly. But you're welcome, we hope you have all the energy after this." Seonghwa smiled.

"I will." You looked at all of them. It won't be the food that gave you energy but everyone seated here with you.

"Is it good, little bear?" Jongho asked.

"Mhmm!" Haneul said, shovelling the food into her mouth. Jongho laughed and wiped her mouth with a napkin. He added more seaweed into her bowl to mix with the rice and chicken.

"Here, let me help you." San wore two layers of gloves and helped you tear apart the chicken, putting one of the legs in your bowl.

"Thank you, Sannie." You dipped the chicken and ate it with the radish kimchi. It tasted very good, just the comforting meal you needed. What made it taste better was the fact that the Ateez boys put in effort to cook it for you.

"We know you're busy tomorrow but if it's okay with you, we would like to take Haneul to the aquarium?" Yunho asked softly. Your hand stopped in its movement.

"But if you're not comfortable, we won't." Yeosang quickly added, having noticed how you stiffened.

"It's nothing to do with you guys. It's not that I don't trust you with her..." You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to explain yourself.

"It's just... I have to think of her safety. What if the media or fans know that you're there? I don't want her face planted all over the news." You sighed.

"It's okay to be honest and worried about her safety, Indigo. We completely understand and don't take offense to that at all. We actually called and the aquarium is willing to open late for us to visit in the morning before they open the public. If you're fine with that." Wooyoung explained.

"If it's just going to be you guys and her, I don't mind. But are you sure you guys have the time to take her?" You asked.

"Yeah. Jongho, Yunho, Wooyoung and I will be there. We'll go and have lunch before coming back." Yeosang said.

"Okay then. You guys should be the ones to tell her. I'm sure she will be happy to hear it from you." You gave a little smile, watching as the boys told Haneul their plan tomorrow.

"Really?!" Her eyes lit up.

"Yeah, baby. But I won't be able to go because I have work. You'll go with the oppas, okay?" You told her. She nodded excitedly.

"Yay! Aquarium!" She cheered. Jongho mimicked her, throwing his hands up in celebration as well.

After the meal, you all helped clean up before going home. You figured you could skip a night of work since you didn't want Haneul to wait for you in your studio. She sat on the couch, waiting patiently for you to pack up.

"Princess oppa is coming home with us?" Haneul tilted her head, looking at Mingi who sat beside her. All the others had gone on their own way, back to shared dorm.

"Yeah..." You stopped, realising that you still haven't told her about you and Mingi.

"Why?" She asked.

"Well... Because..." Mingi tried to help but it ended up failing, not able to come up with an excuse to tell the child. He looked at you for help. You laughed at his helpless expression.

"How should I say this? Baby, Mingi has become my... partner. So he stayed over with me from time to time." You explained.

"Like how an omma and appa are?"

"N-No. We're not married. This is like that stage before they get married?" You scratched your head, unable to really explain to her the concept of dating. But Haneul seemed to accept it, nodding her head. Mingi, on the other hand, was reeling from the fact that you described your relationship as the step before marriage.

"I'm ready. Shall we go home?" You asked. Mingi shook his head to clear his head. He wordlessly came to take your bag for you, slinging it over his own shoulder.

"Let's go!" Haneul jumped down from the couch and held your hand. You smiled down at her.

"I'll call a cab." Mingi said.

You and Mingi pulled up your masks before you entered the cab. Haneul sat on your lap and you wrapped your arms around her, resting your head against her.

"Comfy?" You chuckled. She nodded with a hum. She reached up and toyed with your earrings, something she did since she was a baby. You guessed that she must have been tired because she ended up with her falling asleep.

"Hang on, let me help you." When the cab stopped, Mingi put the bag on the ground and came to your side. You very carefully moved Haneul into Mingi's arms.

"Your husband is very kind." The taxi driver complimented as you handed him the money.

"Thank you. Goodnight, ahjusshi." You didn't bother to correct him. You got out of the cab and carried the bags.

"Don't worry, I got it." You assured Mingi. He nodded, adjusting Haneul so she would be more comfortable. The two of you went up to the apartment.

"Why don't you shower first? I'll change Haneul's clothes." You asked. Mingi nodded and leaned in to give you a sweet kiss before going to the bathroom. You grabbed a towel to wipe Haneul's face, arms and legs then changed her into her pajamas. She must have been tired because she didn't even stir when you moved her.

"Goodnight, baby." You kissed her cheek, tucking her in.

"I'll sleep on the couch tonight." Mingi said when you passed him to go shower, holding your hand.

"No... We haven't spent time in two weeks... There is more than enough space in the bed. That is, if you don't mind sharing the bed with Haneul and I." You said.

"You sure?" He kissed the back of your hand.

"Yeah. With the way we cuddle, we only take up half the bed anyway." You chuckled. Mingi softened, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you in. He had really missed you so much. Holding your chin, he tilted your head up so he could press his lips against yours.

~

Series Masterlist

[artzychic27]

Marc: Kiran, do you know how this car got in here?

Kiran: Yes, I do.

Marc: How?

Kiran: Through the window.

—

Sabrina: Your sister is such a tattle-tale.

Zoé: I am not and I'm telling you said that.

—

Simon: Gee, your hair smells like melon. What are you using?

Denise: Oh, it's this new product called 'Gee, Your Hair Smells like Melon.'

—

Nino: Adrien, it's finally happened! He's cleaning liquid soap!

Ivan: Don’t be silly. I’m just cleaning my rubber gloves.

Nino: Ivan, there's no shame in therapy.

—

Mme. Bustier: Okay guys. Lets pick a name for our new classroom puppy. Chloé do you have a name for the puppy?

Chloé: Yes I do. Chloé.

Alya: That's your name.

Chloé: I like my name.

Kim: I have the perfect name. Mr. Dog!

Alix: Mr. Dog? Kim, when you have a kid someday what are you going to name it? Mr. Baby?

Kim: Not if its a girl.

Myléne: I think we should name him something that fits his personality. Like... Puddles.

Nino: I have the perfect name! Comet. Because he's fast and he has a tail.

Nathaniel: And he only hits the newspaper once every 76 years.

—

Ismael: I never had them and I never will. I'm immune to chicken pox.

Cosette: You can't be immune to chicken pox!

Ismael: Ever kid in my school had them but me. I guess when you're an awesome physical specimen like my own bad self, germs take one look at my body and say, 'Hey, why waste our time?'

Reshma: Women say the same thing.

—

Chat Noir: M’lady, I have a question. What's a boy ladybug called?

Ladybug: *thinks for a moment* Confused.

—

Denise: Papá, with all respect, you can't send me to my room now. I'm a married enby.

Flavio: No you're not.

Simon: Dad-

Flavio: Please don't call me that!

Simon: What is it you do?

Flavio: I co-own a cafe.

Simon: I will study hard...and when you die, I will take over the family business.

Flavio: … I will never die.

—

*Adrien and Félix walk in dressed exactly alike*

Nino: Whoa! Freaky! Try to tell 'em apart!

Félix: You'll never guess, losers.

Marinette: Ohhh this is a toughie, but I bet that the real Félix is the one that just called us losers. And you are Adrien.

Adrien: Aw nuts.

Félix: Aw hoo..

Nino: Bless you

—

Marc: *Putting Kiran to bed* Don't shake your head. Your story is read. Now, you must go to bed. To bed, I said.

Alyssa: Honey, you really gotta cut back on the Dr. Suess.

—

Denise: I'm older.

Cerise: I'm younger.

Denise: I’m taller.

Cerise: I'm shorter.

Denise: I'm smarter.

Cerise: I'm... not falling for that.

—

Lacey: Dude, lots of babies are bald.

Jean: Not me. When I was born, the doctor smacked my butt and gave me a blow dryer.

—

Mme. Mendeleiv: Kissing a girl who smokes is like kissing an ash tray.

Mme. Bustier: What ash tray have you been kissing?

Mme. Mendeleiv: My Aunt Ida. I mean I love her, but she smokes so much, her Dalmatian is all black.

—

Louis: *after looking in refrigerator* This fridge is a joke! No Ding-Dongs, no Ho-Ho's, no Nutty Buddy's... it's bone-dry!

Nathaniel: I have raisins.

Louis: I'm allergic to raisins. My lips blow up and I can't talk when I eat raisins!

Nathaniel: ...raisins it is then!

—

Ivan: *After Kim walks in wearing drag* Kim’s a girl.

Max: No, he's a women.

Alix: An ugly women.

—

Austin T: Jean here is a Shakespeare freak. Aren't you, my little Hamlet-and-cheese?

Jean: *embarrassed* Whatever.

Austin B: Jean, you're into Shakespeare?

Austin T: Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, and Summer's lease hath all too short a date.

Austin Q: … Wow, Jean, I had no idea you had such a sensative soul.

Jean: … Whatever.

—

Lacey: You two think you're so cute.

Evan: Don't worry.

Jeremy: Be happy!

Lacey: Oh no! You two ARE so cute!

—

Ivan: When I was a kid, the kids used to tease me. They called me 'Zorba the Geek.'

Kim: *laughs hysterically, then grows serious when he sees the killer look on Ivan’s face* Kids can be so cruel.

—

Marinette Chloé said she heard a strange noise outside, but if you ask me, it's a desperate plea for attention.

Sabine: Marinette, stop watching Oprah and start doing your homework.

—

Cosette: Are you gonna cook the baby?

Yvette: We're changing her diaper.

Cosette: Oh, then how do you roast a turkey?

—

Denise: … I want to look like these models.

Simon: Why?

Denise: Because they're pretty!

Simon: I think you're pretty.

—

M. Monlataing: I'm calling children's services to handle this.

Alix: Why?

M. Monlataing: Because if I don't, I'm going over there to straighten him out myself!

—

Adrien: That's it. Loosen up, be very fluid. Be very fluid-y. That's it! Now... once you get it going, you shift the weight and you go. *starts walking* And it's a strut, and it's cool, and it's a strut, and it's cool. See? Like that?

Steve Urkel: Very inspiring. *tries to walk, but instead of a strut, he walks sidways on his toes bouncing highly*

Adrien: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. That's, uh, that's close.

Steve Urkel: Really? Well, oh. Well, that was a walk on the wild side. But, you should ty it with your elbows out. It's much better for circulation.

Adrien: Oh, really? Like this? *sticks elbows out*

Steve Urkel: Yeah. *Adrien starts to walk*!You're doing fine.

Adrien: You, know? I do feel the blood flowing better. It's very - WHAT AM I DOING?

Steve Urkel: Well, here's another fun way to kill time. Let's share a life story. I'll go first. I was born on a cold night in Chicago, 1976, the year of America's bicenntinal. My mom was in a great deal of pain and I was charging through! And...

Adrien: Uh! I think I hear the girls in the courtyard. Why, don't you just go and... yeah. Right in the courtyard area.

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Nathaniel: Hey! You girls are the ones who drilled a peep hole in the boys’ locker room!

Rando Girl: Yeah, and you're the reason we plugged it up, backne!

Nathaniel: The peep hole works both ways, Zit Butt!

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Alya: *to Tom and Sabine* My mother would never let me go to a boy's apartment unsupervised, what kind of parents are you?

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Alim: *Knocks on the door* Alix, are you in there?

Alix: Yeah one sec, dad! *clears off pillows off of her bed, and pushes Nathaniel under the covers*

Nathaniel: *Drunk* Wassup, Alix?

Alix: Nath, we're going to play a little game okay? Whoever stays quietest the longest gets to lipwrestle with the captain of the soccer team!

Nathaniel: Goal!

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Simon: Did you happen to get a picture of the front of the horse too?

Austin A: This happens to be one of my relatives. If you wanna see yours, you could go rent "Gorillas in the Mist."

[cdc1345711]

Unlikely Cartoon-Force Scene: Meeting The Second In Command

(The Unlikely Cartoon-Force once again got into a big snag,this time the Team decided to check out the Space King Universe...... The Warhammer 40K wannabes weren't willing to talk)

Squiddie:Okay this is bullshit (as he caves a Space Knight's skull in)"

Star Defender Soldier:DIE ALIEN!!!!"

Hermione:(Running away) I'm not an Alien, I'm technically a Furry "

Star Defender Soldier:..... THEN DIE FURRY(head gets blown off)"

Macy:No reasoning with these folks Hermione....(Beats one Soldier in the head)"

Sleepy:Listen to your man Hermione "

Loona/Rebecca:GET SOME FUCKERS!!!!!"

Gary:(Slicing up Star Defenders) Sorry for putting date night on hold,hope this makes up for it?"

June Way:(Burning Bodies with her magic) it is loads better than a simple Dinner and Movie"

Gary:Only the Best for my Girl"

Star Defender Soldier:You two are dating??? That's gross... But kinda hot(burns alive)GAAAAAAH!!!"

(On the Far side Alucard and Koro Sensei are unleashing hails of Bullets)

Alucard: Watch your back Koro"

Koro:Thanks Buddy(Hits soldiers from behind)"

(Elsewhere the Star Defenders Captain and his Squad look in.... Confusion)

Captain:What the Fuck??? How are we getting our asses handed to us?"

Bryce:It seems Captain our Assailants have both Firepower and Magic on their side"

Hate Monger:Not only do they work with ALIENS they dare work in the DEMON ARTS!!!!"

Captain:Calm your Tits Hate Monger.... I'm gonna genocide Bomb them all(activates the bomb but is declined)FUCK!!!!"

Bryce:No worries Captain our 3 Mechs are here"

Hate Monger:YES YES MURDER THESE BLASPHEMERS"

Fenneko:(Sharing her Mech with Franklin Freak and Dudley Ding Dong)Uh Guys we got big Company "

Star Defender Mech:SURRENDER AND YOUR DEATHS WITH BE QUICK.... AND PAINFUL!!!!"

Squiddie:........ Hmmm let me think..... FUCK YOU!!!!!"

(3 portal open up and 3 powerful blasts come out destroying the Mechs)

Captain:...... "

Bryce:........."

Hate Monger:......."

Chestnut:(Who was busy getting Globules)..... Well they didn't help"

Captain/Hate Monger:SHUT THE FUCK UP CHESTNUT!!!!"

Bryce:Maybe we should put our focus on their robot Lead...."

Captain: EVERYONE SWARM THE ROBOT!!!!"

Squiddie:BRING IT ON YOU WARHAMMER WANNABE PUSSIES!!!!!"

(in mere seconds the team is overrun with soldiers)

Squiddie:Okay Bad Idea....(After taking down soldiers he manages to free his one hand to open a portal) EVERYONE HAUL ASS OUT!!!!"

Loona:But what about you?"

Squiddie:I got this GO!!!"

Captain: Don't let them esca....(Shot in the head)"

Chestnut:Awe dammit that's the 5th time this week(collects his Globules)"

Hate Monger:I'LL END YOU ALL!!!!"

Sleepy:RUN!!!!"

(The Team escapes the Space Knights..... All except Squiddie.... Who is there Captive)

Back at HQ....

(Martin Chatterly was making lunch with Tucca,Mo,Ralph,Fat Freddy and Phineas,when he hears a portal open)

Martin:So how was....(Sees their sad faces) What happened?"

(They sit down to reveal the events that transpired from the Space Knights attack to Squiddie's capture)

Phineas:So that's it?"

Fenneko:Pretty Much"

Dudley:Poor Squiddie...."

Hermione: I don't know what we're gonna do...."

"We're going to save him"

(Everyone is shocked wondering where that voice came from only to see a somewhat Middle Age yet domineering Man in front of Everyone)

Rebecca:Uuuh no offense but who are you?"

Mo:Duke??"

Ralph:Took you long enough"

Loona:Wait.... You two know this Guy?"

Duke:My name is Duke Togo, I heard everything, so let's gear up and go"

Fenneko:And why should we listen to you?"

Duke Togo: Because...... I'm Second in Command of the Unlikely Cartoon-Force!!!!"

(Everyone looks in shock and Confusion at the Man's words, hopefully they'll believe him enough to save their Leader, in the next Part)

THE END

[d-dawgthechef89]

it sounded like a roc

Ahh, shit! There it is, there it is, boy Ahh, yeah! There it is, there it is, buddy Ahhh, yeah! Yeah, yeah, they seem to know the time but, um.. let's see.. (Ah-ha, swing it)

[Verse 1: Subroc] It's my thing! Yo, it's my thing! The way I swing, not even an orangutan can hang on my DING-DING Saved by the bell rang I talk, yell, whisper, mumble street slang With no doubt, you tumble if I flip Don't make me shout with my vulgar lip A hip-hugger, I'll mug ya, if fun to know Slow and steady wins a race, I keeps a steady pace In a chase, I'm bookin', cookin' feet don't fail me 5-0's can't see me, catch me to jail me Walk the plank, ya damn dime droppers Snitches get stitches, why, oh, why does my trigger finger itches? Corrupt! I follow my nose — it always knows it Open the draw bridge — close it! Close it! A doo doo lyric, I snuck in 'cause I chose it Long ding-a-ling dong there, big booties grows it Up! (Up!), up and awaaaay, we go across the border To Mexico, suck my toe Doo doo brown's my color No watered down, no cut A jewel to a fool is like pearls to big butt Ahh, swine, I strut on the sidewalk and don't touch the line Escalate, never decline I'm gonna get mine, don't try to take mine No, my kneecaps ain't blacker than my black behind The bush, I touch tush So beware of the grin of my evil eyeball glare I's a wiseguy, yeah, a smart alec Like it, or kiss me where the sun don't shine like metallic KA-BLAOW!

[Chorus] "It sounded like a rock" "It sounded like a rock" "It sounded like a rock" "It sounded like a rock"

(They thought I didn't know!)

[Verse 2: Subroc] One-double-nine-tre, dumbbells I lift it Just for the taste of it, coke I won't sniff it Ya party pooper, you'll never stop my frontings Like Jesse Owens, I’ll dust ya, I run tings! Popcorn mama, you can sniff my sock I's a hard headed nigga, my head is (Like a rock) So, so, leave me, B-boy, I'll be boppin' When I chug-a-lug alone, it ain't no stoppin' Hop in skin to skin, now I must stall Jim hats ain't even made like rubbermaid, at all If I be over stressed, over tryin' under arms Cookin' like onions, you'll be cryin' Boo-hoo-hoo! But I get the hoorays From sunrise, to sunset for days All in the Kool-Aid, don't know the flavor Taste buds are shot, waistlines duds I left the slammer on bad-ass behavior Call me Sub, I roll underground like C.H.U.D.'s Cease with the wack, I'm never ever booty over that I got my cootie shots for the cootie for the body The hottie, I might use Karate (Snap back!) 15 minutes I'll be off duty KA-BLAMM

[Chorus] "It sounded like a rock" "It sounded like a rock" "It sounded like a rock" "It sounded like a rock"

[Break: Zev Love X] It's a break, Zev Love X and Subroc for Ninety Tre Crew massive deep Constipated Monkeys deficatin' that old hard shit And ya don't quit!

[Verse 3: Subroc] It sounded like a what?! It sounded like a boulder It sounded like a Land, yo, slide up over I need my room, to huff and puff These bastards be soft like marshmallow fluff Step up, wrong move you catch a back smack Or a blackout, so be out, black! Let's play catch, a bad one ya caught it I'll take your thumpin' heart and smote it Then I grab my wood (my dick), I grab my rope Over there ya got that same ole shit, here ya don't Oh, no, you don't, gimme that, back Now you sing the blues while your eye's black Don't need to flaunt, no need to front I see right through, you very blunt Attitude nonchalant, I do what I want If I be ghost, expect me back to haunt KA -BLAWW

[Chorus] "It sounded like a rock" "It sounded like a rock" "It sounded like a rock" "It sounded like a rock"

[Outro: Zev Love X] Constipated Monkeys doo-doo! Droppin' shit like that

[bluepoodle7]

#Househuntedgame #RealtorsHouseBodyWorkingLikeAHouse #MyQuestion

I wonder if you feed a realtor either humans or normal food and the both of you are pals or lovers.

Then would the realtor's house be like a normal house but just fleshy with a pulse?

Like will the bathroom be normal to use and where does the water come from?

Also can a realtor control the air conditioning in the house body?

Can the fridge in the house body warm up the food or cool it?

I wonder what happens to a realtor when they die?

Are they like abandoned houses?

I wonder what will happen if a buyer is not affected by the enzymes a realtor's housebody produces that are supposed to knock out a buyer?

Like does the lurebody have to physically knock out the buyer then quickly eat them?

Also what happens if a realtor gives you their card then you regift the same card back to them later.

"Like say hey here's my card."

What would they do?

And should the buyer run?

Also what happens when you eat a Realtor's business card?

I mean they can just replace it easily and Realtor's are plants.

How many calories are in a Realtor's business card?

Rent Free Living But At What Cost?

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I was thinking if the buyer is bringing in people into a Realtor's house to feed them and they are buddies.

Like teaming up with the Realtor so the Yousona can live inside the house and not be eaten.

I imagine a yousona going to a bar and chat up people while getting them drunk enough to go home with them then get tricked into taking a Realtors' offer to see the house and be eaten.

Also if buyers are low and yousona is taking a bath then the "water" in a Realtors housebody starts getting hotter I image the enzymes replace the water.

Also if a Realtor eats a sick buyer can the Realtor get sick?

Door Ding Dong and Dash

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I also imagine a buyer being like a doordash worker for Realtors that don't eat buyers.

Like bringing fast food to certain Realtors.

But I wonder how Realtors pay for the food?

Do they just eat the door dasher by snatching them by pretending to want normal food.

But will the housebody be drunk if the person they eat is drunk?

I wonder if the buyer a REALTORs is chasing is high and the creature successfully captures a high buyer and consumes them.

Will the house body with the lure body be high as a kite?

Like have the effects of the REALTORs be high like have the munchies?

I wonder how fast or slow this high effects the house body with the lure body?

My guess is either the house body is huge it is a slow burn high effect but if the house body is small to medium sized it is a quick effect.

Same with alcohol in my guess.

Now I imagine a high REALTORs house mimic creature stopping the enzyme digestion process to either shake the buyer or gently wake up the buyer to ask if they have any snacks on them like beef jerky or chips.

This would be a funny April Fools day ending and if the buyer has food on them from a inventory that randomly appears then have the player drag and drop it on the floor with the mouse cursor for the high house mimic creature to consume maybe have a ending of the lure body letting the buyer go with a You Lived ending card show up but it looks similar to the REALTORs who eat people bad ending card where it is wobbly in design.

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My oc Zable Fable would do the business card regift to Maison but not Heim.

But only if my character died the first time then restarted the cycle again but smirked at him.

This character would probably do looney tunes stuff on stalker type of characters and bobobo fourth wall weirdness thing to get them to leave.

I can see Zable Fable following a Realtor to their house body and eating the business card like vegan beef jerky behind their back then asking for another one.

Also lying about misplacing it and receiving another then just eating it in front of them to see the Realtor's reaction.

I mean the business' cards are organic and rot so.

Also a Realtor can just make more of them.

I wonder what the business cards would taste like?

My guess the business cards would taste like Jackfruit, soy, fruit leather, or rice paper.

Also Zable Fable would probably ask to see Maison Talo's garage even though it's fake and for aesthetic.

Well try to pull up the garage but it feels like hard shell and looking through the weird feeling windows to check the inside.

If it's the time loop where Zable died then each version would say. "This place has nice bones."

"May I see them?"

Zable would try to open Maison Talo's fake garage to try to open it to to no avail and feels snail shell like.

But If Zable could open his garage with force I image Maison Talo's reaction being like Kevin losing his "hat".

Gif not mine but link is there.

go on peter… fuck off!: Image (tumblr.com)

Zable Fable would say. "Hey I didn't know your garage could open up?"

"Why is it meaty though?"

"Can I put my electric motorcycle and stuff inside?"

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Image not mine but link is there.

House Clipart Images - Free Download on Freepik

[tobiasdrake]

I feel like downgrading Maya from being the film's villain makes the battle at Tony's house a bit weaker. In the original plan, Maya Hansen was supposed to be the big bad evil person behind Extremis, not Killian. And you can still see the rough frame of this plan here.

From A.I.M.'s perspective, Maya's arrival at Tony's house is extraordinarily well timed. If Savin and his helicopter buddies had to contend with a fully armed and battle-ready Iron Man, they would been merced. Tony calling out the Mandarin demands a response, but this isn't actually a fight A.I.M. can win.

So Maya shows up at Tony's door and draws him out of the armory, and further, out of his suit. And then the helicopters attack.

(And they still only barely get away with this. Tony takes out two of the three helicopters in a barely-functioning suit with no flight or advanced weapons. Really goes to show you how screwed they'd have been if Tony had been down in his garage, and been able to respond properly.)

This is a great scene because you don't think about it. You don't think about the convenience of it all, because you're absorbed in the fight that's taking place in front of you. It's something you only really notice on reflection.

When Maya first rings the doorbell, Tony angrily yells at J.A.R.V.I.S., "Are we still at ding-dong? We're supposed to be at total security lock down! Come on, I threatened a terrorist!" And he's right. That ding-dong up there? That's the terrorist.

This is such a good action piece that really goes to show how clever writing can allow one party to win a fight against a clearly superior foe.

And it hits so hard when you find out that Maya is the mastermind, and you're like, "Ohhhh, shit, she played him!" Or. Well. It would, if the film allowed her to be.

[productofaritual]

(Hi me from the future here. You were mostly right. I am now on a quest for cs!Dream's blood. Context below. Enjoy my suffering)

Ok going into it let's see what we got

"Plans to go to dinner" Ok date much??? Marriage much??? He mentions marriage again right I got bingo right

NEOPRONOUNS NIKI LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Skirt pog. Compliment pog. Kiss already.

"Realization" Yes. We all know. You're the last one to realize it actually

Gay. Gay. Homosexual. Gay.

Oooh Tubbo's the first one to know about it??? Cool. Predictable. Now for your wedding vows-

DREAM NO. NO. DREAM. YOU MOTHERFUCKER LEAVE HIM BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE NOT NOWWWWWW- oh Tubbo saves the day pog. I'm sure that won't bite Ran in the ass later (me from the future again. I guess it didn't? Maybe in the 'filler' chaps)

OH MY GOD THEY'RE SO FUCKING GAYYYYYYYY also if I got a nickel for every fic that compares Tubbo to the sun from Ranboo's pov, I'd have two nickels because DeTerra. I'm so normal. Let's continue

NOT THE FUCKING QUIZ I'M CACKLING

MY ARO BOYYYYYY your sins of liking chocolate over vanilla are forbidden, welcome to the club, we have cookies

"That was the part I knew you'd love" Is a sentence I read after writing that. Damn u. /pos

The storm. o7 to my mental state let's go

New years pog. Preemptively put Tubbo in rehab overnight I don't think he can handle this

DREAM. Oh what did I say about the ignored call coming to bite him in the ass (once again, guess it didn't?)

Ranboo. My dude. My buddy. My pal. My guy. My fella. My friend. My fellow aspec. DID YOU NOT LEARN A SINGLE THING ABOUT GOING STRANGE PLACES WITH STRANGE PEOPLE WITHOUT INFORMING ANYONE??? YOU'RE JUST ASKING TO BE MURDERED THEY SHOULD'VE TAUGHT YOU THAT AT SOME POINT YOU DOOF

Along with my payments towards Tubbo's rehab, Tubbo's therapy, Ranboo's therapy, and their subsequent wedding, I will also be paying for a fucking hitman to take out Dream because YOU LEAVE MY BOY PANICKING IN A FUCKING HOTEL ROOM. Also real talk for a sec, Ran, buddy, what did I just say about going strange places with strange people. What did I JUST say

"Gets comforted" Dream I will rip out your veins and guts and organs and eyes and chop off your fingers AND HANG THEM AS HALLOWEEN DECORATIONS

Hallucination update: I will not be paying for a hitman. I'LL TAKE THAT MAN OUT MYSELF "KEEP SLEEPING" HOW ABOUT YOU SLEEP FOREVER AND WHATEVER IS LEFT OF YOU AFTER I'M DONE IS BURIED IN MY BACKYARD

All this God talk as an atheist is weirdly funny to me

"Let sleeping comets die" Look I'm no space expert, but I don't think that's how comets work?

"He's wondering where Fundy is" Why did that make me laugh

I'm sure there's imagery and metaphors in that, but I'm also sure I'm shit at metaphors and therefore we will move on

DREEEEEEEEEEAAAAM. Also with the amount of comments Ranboo previously made about dying in a car crash. You're just torturing my poor boy let him be :(

"You're not God you're some delusional kid" Ok he kinda right tho- "you need me" Never mind I'm back to murder and realistic Halloween decor. Might paint the walls red too if you catch my drift

"Mental hospital" Why am I surprised. Also yay, you thought about dying in a car crash so much that u called it! Congratulations! I'm sad now.

"It was supposed to be Tommy" LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

NO HE WAS TALKING WITH DREAM??? Of all the fucking people istg i would have been happier with it being an internal monologue. And we all know how much I hate internal monologues

Backstory- and he's commuting murder suicide. I mean. A bit drastic. But I approve. Just make sure to leave him intact enough so I can get my Halloween decorations (can you tell I'm coping with humor)

DING DONG THE WITCH-O-BITCH IS DEEEEEEEEAD- no don't have a mental breakdown about it pookie this is great news- fuck's sake WHY IS EVERYONE HERE SAD WHEN THE BAD GUYS ARE DYING FUCK YOU LET ME CELEBRATE

Also Tubbo text pog what does it mean I'm sure I'll find out (future me here again, hi, I didn't find out)

FUCK he's not dead. DAMMIT. Do I have to do everything myself around here?

You're right I do hate it and I hate that I was right about it being endersmile. Fuuuuuuck my life.

Drunkbo. Fuck you. Rehab. Now.

Oh wow sad ending fml ig also pls don't die pookie your hubby still didn't get into rehab you gotta wait a lil longer

Also can I just get what happened at the very end of the last chap? 32 I believe it is. Ihave a feeling I should be able to get through the fic if it's one chap once every full moon

Heyoooo so could u spoil the rest (so far) of cs for me plssss. Like I would read it but I feel like it would ruin the entire fic for me because I'd have to force myself to and that's not fun -.-

Ended at the scene where Ranboo goes to Fundy's flat and Fundy's like "Hey! Here's your tragic backstory!" And Ranboo's like "oh fuck *has a breakdown*"

This is also me giving u a chance to yap about cs so add as many details, hcs and personal opinions as you'd like, :)

my time to shine :D

i’m probably just going to give out the main plot points that happened then on, just because if i said every little thing that happens we would be here literally all day because towards the end the chapters get very long so!

if you don’t want spoilers for cs, look away !!!!

okay, the main chapters to talk about are chapter 28 and 30 the rest are less plot driven and more just fillers, almost. lots happen, but not much to talk about like the big two !

28:

the chapter starts out with ranboo talking to dream about photography and shit, nothing out of the ordinary, and it’s pretty short! at least that scene is. and then he and tubbo have plans to go to a diner later in the evening, and while ranboo is finding clothes, he spots a skirt that he thinks is niki’s. he considers wearing it, which makes the chapter mostly about identity + gay shit ! (more on identity later, not just this bit) and he tells niki he thinks it got mixed up in his closet, and then asks about pronouns and niki is revealed to go by she/xe, and she lends ranboo a skirt to wear and he kind of loves it. it’s a very sweet scene :) and then he goes to pick up tubbo and tubbo’s kind of first reaction is to tell him he looks pretty, which ranboo says he’s not used to, and tubbo says he’ll make sure he’s used to it (i fucking hate gay people /j) then, they go to the diner, order food, have some banter, and tubbo has, in his words, a “realization”, which is probably when he realized he’s gay for ranboo! and he calls ranboo pretty again. the 2nd time that night. and ranboo says some gay stuff about how pretty tubbo looks to himself, as well, because of course he would. and they go to the train tracks nearby, and ranboo explains the whole memory loss thing to tubbo. dream calls him, and tubbo asks him not to answer. so, ranboo doesn’t. and then you have my personal favorite scene of the entire fic i’ve had multiple emotional breakdowns about.

when the sunsets, tubbo points it out, and ranboo comments that it’s pretty.

and here’s the line that literally gets me crying all the fucking time; “beside him, the sun says, “so are you.”” he drives him back home and tubbo falls asleep in the car.

ranboo goes home and proceeds to take a quiz. “do i have feelings for my best friend?” which sends him to find out about being aromantic, and being queerplatonic. that’s the second part of the identity part of the chapter. ranboo realizes he’s aro :) that was the part i knew you’d love lmao

and now, the storm, because that was the calm.

in chapter 30, it is new years. around 2-3 in the morning, can’t remember, and ranboo is still awake. dream shows up at his door, and tells him they’re going somewhere. ranboo doesn’t question it (maybe because it’s so early) and puts out food for springerle and grabs the necessities. they drive to a hotel, and dream tells him not to worry about paying because he never told him they’d be going there.

dream leaves ranboo alone in the hotel room for HOURS, which has ranboo panicking the whole time, thinking he could be dead, and having an emotional breakdown when dream gets back. he gets comforted, they play some video games, and then they’re on the road

dream is driving, and he tells ranboo to go to sleep because it’ll be a really long drive and they’re stuck in traffic. ranboo has nothing better to do, so he closes his eyes. there’s also a storm.

it’s very creepy. there are voices, beckoning him to come and saying things like “we have your parents” “we have god” “come join us” and ranboo immediately wakes up in fear. dream tells him to go back to sleep. and he does. and the voices don’t stop. they never do. they keep mentioning god, especially, which will make more sense in a moment! he feels hands on him, tugging him down. they also say “come down here we don’t love you nowhere does” and it’s all very eerie. ranboo wakes up once more, to dream asking what he’s dreaming about because he’s muttering about smoke, and there are scratches on his arms. dream insists on him sleeping to “get more information”

this time, they’re still talking about how they have god. they have his entire life. they have his future lover. his future life. how they stole his smoke, his voice, his music— the stars — and ranboo, in his dream, is screaming back and saying he doesn’t want to go.

“YOU ARE A COMET” and they mention stars, and black holes (more on that) and let sleeping comets die (foreshadowing)

and ranboo is freaking out in his dream, begging for it to stop, and it doesn’t. and it describes tubbo, mentions the diner and smoke and brown hair. the hands are still on him, pulling him down.

there’s a black hole. a lid over it, closing the iris of an eye. which takes him to “THAT WAS NEVER MY NAME” all of the writing that is supposed to be a voice is frantic and mostly misspelled and some are in all caps (usually ranboo, but the voices too) “GOD IS AN IRIS” and he is wondering where fundy is

and he can’t breathe and they’re calling him a rabbit, a baby comet, an iris

he has blood underneath his fingernails when he wakes up, and dream asks him what he saw.

dream swerves and ranboo hits his head on the dashboard . ranboo feels like he’s going insane. dream is holding the collar of his shirt tightly.

and this is where all hell breaks loose.

ranboo says there was a black hole and he thinks he killed it. dream swerves and ranboo hits his head against the window. he says something like “not again, we’re not doing this again.” ranboo doesn’t remember having this happen before.

dream starts screaming about how he should forget. he always forgets. that he’s still dreaming about the black hole. ranboo says it needs him. dream continues screaming.

then, ranboo says; “it’s god, isn’t it? that’s me. i’m… i’m god.”

dream slams his head against the dashboard. he yells, “NO! you aren’t god. do you understand me? you aren’t god. you’re some delusional fucking kid. and you need me. you’re nothing without me.”

and then, dream says “do you think you’re getting out of this alive?”

he slams his head against the dashboard AGAIN. he’s screaming about how he (ranboo) should’ve stayed in the mental hospital.

ranboo thinks that no one will see him or dream ever again. he calls it “one of the best days in history”

dream rambles about it was “supposed to be tommy” and that his family ruined it.

dream mentions tubbo and how he would’ve hated ranboo. ranboo whispers “we were gonna get married.” “what?” “he called me pretty.”

we’re given the information that when ranboo was 15, with a new name and no family, on withdrawal from anti psychotics, he had been walking for days straight with nowhere to go, reaching an overpass, he caused a collision of cars. one unconscious, and one wide awake. dream was awake. he almost killed him. if only it worked.

and how dream bought him his first camera and how they’d meet in a park. how he left for a while and ranboo was waiting for him.

dream says no one will go looking for him.

dream swerves and ranboo unbuckles his seatbelt to slam on the breaks, because he is going to try and kill both dream and himself so neither of them get out of this alive.

when the car stops spinning, ranboo grabs something smaller than a gun from the glovebox, while dream gets out of the car. he drops the gun on accident. he feels something cut him.

dream has a fistful of his hair, a switchblade, and is holding him down against the pavement. ranboo passes out.

three days go by, where he’s asleep. he wakes up to being all bandaged up.

he’s confused. he has a text from tubbo saying “EXCITED 2 C U”

he won’t see him. but he also has a multitude of texts from dream. i won’t go much into detail, but the overall message is; “you made me kill myself and i wanted you to live with that guilt.”

he has a breakdown, of course, because telling an anxiety ridden psychotic 17 year old that he’s the reason you killed yourself probably isn’t the best way to do things!!!!

he goes to sapnap and george after his little breakdown, and they tell him he’s not dead at all. he’s in jail.

but, regardless, here’s the whole parallel i told u you’d fucking hate ^___^ “and he wants dream to hug him again, and he wants dream back so badly, he needs dream back he needs him he needs him why did he leave him—“ “ranboo loved dream. dream was his boss, and dream was his tutor, and dream was his friend, and dream was everything he had, and now he’s gone”

he goes to a park and it’s basically midnight, or at least VERY late. tubbo calls him. he doesn’t know what he’s saying. he doesn’t hear anything.

eventually, though, he hears him ask for him to say something because ranboo hasn’t said a word since he picked up. and the only words he can muster up is “‘m a white dwarf.” and of course, tubbo is pretty confused. he’s also drunk, so. (a white dwarf is a dead/dying star…)

he goes back to his apartment, and the last thing it says in the chapter is;

“in the quiet of his bedroom, body and mind equally broken, ranboo beloved becomes a black dwarf.” (black dwarfs are theoretically white dwarfs minus the light and heat if i remember right)

[snickerdoodlles]

Been impatiently thinking about this for 2 whole weeks but we still have 8 hours to go arghhhh

[judethejudas]

COD MW2 Ghost x Stripper! Male! Reader

It’s my first time writing in a longtime and my first ever Tumblr account, so why not make some disrespectful smut as a first using the latest eye candy to hit the gamestore.  And I'm sorry if there are any spelling errors, it's 5 am and I'm too lazy to proof read. I am also a man, have no fear, or do.

WARNING: contains sexual themes, degrading, male insert only MINORS AND FEM ALIGNED DNI.

(s/n) = Stripper Name

“Jesus fuck, what the hell are we doing here, Soap?” 

The scot let out a laugh, knowing he had left out an important detail concerning their entertainment for the evening. Ghost was told that this night was to consist of booze, his buddies, and pretty girls dancing on a pole. 

Well, there was going to be booze and his buddies. 

But pretty girls on a pole? 

“I’m not gay.” 

“Well neither are we but we figured we just had to treat you to one of the best clubs in town.. And besides, it’s not just men in there. Sometimes girls go in there too.”

“You’re all as good as dead.” He grumbled out as the rest of 141 laughed. 

“Get in there already, don't keep 'em waiting.” Price laughed, leading the men to the entrance. 

With Ghost, there wasn’t too much to see out in public. He still preferred his privacy, especially when he was out with his team. He wasn’t wearing his balaclava, but he had a black mask to cover his mouth and nose.

Kept the mystery and he thought it would work like a charm with the women he would’ve met. 

Would’ve. 

Fucking Mactavish the fruit king himself had to ruin it. 

After the men passed the bouncer, they were in the club. 

Hm. It looked like your average strip joint. 

Nothing too out of the ordinary. 

Oh, except, there were scantily dressed men with their ding dongs just nearly ripping out of their undies.

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

“After a few drinks it won’t be so bad.. and who knows? Maybe you’ll find someone you like.” Soap winked at his friend before heading off to the bar to sit. Ghost quickly followed after, not wanting a male stripper to set his target on him. They could probably sense how awkward he was feeling and try to ‘comfort’ him. 

He doesn’t feel quite ready for that. 

Once the men took their seats, they ordered their poison of choice. Ghost ordered a particularly strong drink and downed it all in one go.

He would need it. 

“So, Simon, we have just one more little surprise for you. You don’t even have to pay for it.” Price snickered, as did the other men. All except Ghost, of course. 

Dear god no. 

Ghost was about to seriously protest the little game Soap was playing but then he felt a hand hold onto his shoulder. He quickly turned to see who it was.

Oh boy. 

It was a man. A stripper man. Wearing nothing but black, short briefs and suspenders across his chest connected to his underwear. A bow tie around his neck and… bunny ears. 

“I was hired to entertain a glum looking man tonight by your friends. You feel like coming with me to the back, sweetheart?”

“Oh yes he would like that very much indeed.” Soap gave his poor friend a nudge off his seat and into the welcoming arm of the playboy bunny— to which his hand was then taken and lead to the back rooms for a private dance. 

There was hellfire in Ghost’s eyes that was burning directly to Soap as he was taken away— to which the Scottish man only raised his glass to his teammate with a laugh.

Entering the neon purple lit door, Ghost’s ears were met with different beats of music coming from the closed rooms they passed and very dim lighting. He assumed that the strippers and their clients were having their private parties, and now it was his turn. 

Fucking Soap was going to regret this. 

“Hey— listen, I’m not.. like anyone else here, alright? This isn’t my line.” Ghost muttered in embarrassment, attempting to cling onto what dignity he had left before coming into this place. 

“Of course, if you’re comfortable with your sexuality then what do you have to worry about, huh? It’s just a little dance.” You giggled, turning into your own private room. There was a sofa that hugged against the walls of the small room and nothing else. 

Just you and him. 

“Oh, my name is (s/n) by the way. I know your team calls you Ghost but if you wanna go by anything else, let me know.”

You made your way to the digital screen on the wall to put on your music of choice. The light was better in here so Simon could also get a better look at what he was about to get into. 

He honestly thought you’d be one of those tight, little dainty looking men he saw out in the front of the club.. but no.

You were taller. Taller than he was. Possibly 6’4 and very well built. Like you hadn’t skipped even one day at the gym. You didn’t look like a stripper at all. If anything they should have hired you as the bouncer. 

Ghost couldn’t help but wonder if the rest of you was just as big. 

Was that gay of him to think about your dick size or just natural curiosity?

“You ever had a lap dance before, lieutenant?”

“Well, not by a man, and definitely not one that looks like you I can tell ya that.”

You chuckled, your hand coming up to rest on your hip. 

“I get that a lot actually. Sometimes I think I’m in the wrong profession but..”

You took a few steps closer to Ghost, backing him up towards the sofa and getting very close to his body— where just an inch of air separated you. 

“Sometimes I can’t help but enjoy it.” You mumbled in his ear, before pushing him down gently to sit on the sofa. 

“But I do have to lay down some rules, big boy. Number one, no touching me. That’s my job. Number two, don’t ask me to marry you or tell me you’re going to take me away from all this. I’m fine right where I am. And number three..” You said the last part as your leg was propped up just beside Ghost’s, revealing your crotch a lot more. 

“Don’t take your eyes off me.” You winked, getting closer to him to the point you were sitting on his lap, legs on either side of him. 

Ghost held in his breath as your hands came up to roam his body. They touched from his sides and travelled upwards to his pecs and shoulders, giving his solid body parts a massage. 

“So tense.. you should try relaxing a little more.” Your voice was just below a whisper and eyes darkening with lust. Ghost definitely wasn’t taking his eyes off you now, especially since you were literally on top of him.

“You can understand why that might be difficult for me, yeah?” He replied, which made you chuckle. 

“Just breathe for me, baby.” 

Then you started your dance. Grinding against him to the beat of the music while your hands came up to teasingly play with your suspenders. 

You would caress his body and whisper dirty things in his ear. Even slide off his lap to be kneeling in front of his crotch. Your hands would spread his legs and you’d give him such a pretty, horny stare that made Ghost’s breathing hitch. 

Thank god for the mask hiding most of his reactions to you.

“Fucking hell.” He mumbled under his breath. 

You stood up, snapping the suspenders off and tossing them to the side while Ghost could only sit there and watch you intensely. 

You turned around, showing your ass to him and giving it a few shakes and slaps. Your head looked back at him and smirked, before sitting on him again with your back to his chest and grinding again. 

“You in the military then? I know the men you came in here with but this is my first time meeting you.. so cruel of you to keep me waiting for so long, Ghost.” You breathed out sensually, your hand coming up to cup his masked cheek. He had to admit, the way his code name came off your tongue made his blood rush somewhere.. 

“Believe me. If I knew you were here then I would’ve come here myself.” 

Now there was a change in attitude. 

“Mmm, I would’ve loved to have all that time with you. You’re making me feel so hot.”

“Does that mean I get to touch you then?” 

Your eyes looked back to him and found his own staring back at you, just as dimmed with a longing that couldn’t be satisfied with just a dance. 

Not once have you ever let a man touch you in this club. You were very strict about your rules and the bouncers definitely were too. You two could get in quite a bit of trouble. 

“Touch me.” 

His arms immediately went to circle around your waist, his hand touching your half hard cock through your underwear. Then he started rubbing it.

You moaned, pulling his mask down to give him a deep kiss as you kept grinding on him.

Any other time Ghost wouldn’t allow some stranger to look at his face, but when he felt your tongue touch his, he simply couldn’t find a reason to care.

He turned you around so you were facing him again and you resumed the rutting against each other. Your tongues clashed together and the breathing got much heavier. You couldn’t help yourself anymore, he was just so hot and his voice was doing so much to you. How could you resist? 

“Fuck.. fuck, Ghost. Please..” you moaned out in between kisses, your cock fully hard and erect. Ghost was feeling the pressure in his pants as well and went to unzip his own trousers. 

“Call me Simon.” He panted, then took your cock out of the confines of your briefs and started stroking it. So, you were big down there after all. A whole 10 inches with pre cum already coming out from the tip. 

You grunted, pushing into his touch and immediately losing yourself in the pleasure he gave you. His hand felt so much better than your own, and you wanted to return the favor. 

Your hand went down to take his dick out too, and what an impressive size he was as well. About 9 inches long and so very hard. 

“You look so pretty like this.. touching my cock and grinding against me like a little submissive slut.” Ghost groaned out, still not believing how such a large man like you could be acting like a whore. For him. It was so hot. 

You whimpered, feeling yourself get closer and closer to release as his strokes became more erratic. 

“I’m gonna cum.” You squealed out, pushing into his hand more quickly and panting like a bitch in heat. 

Then he suddenly took his hand away and took yours off of his own length. 

“What.. no, S-Simon please, I wanna cum..!” You cried out, trying desperately to grind against him again to get more friction. 

“Get on your hands and knees right now, I wanna fuck you from behind.” Ghost demanded as you bit your lip, trying to contain your excitement as you got into his desired position on the couch and pulled down your underwear. 

His hand came down to give you a slap on your ass and you gasped. 

“You’ll have to forgive me since I’ve never done it with a man, but I have a feeling I’ll get the hang of it real soon. Just be a good boy for me and keep that pretty ass in the air.” 

“Yes, sir.” You breathed out, and graciously accepted his two fingers that were going into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around his digits to coat them in spit. 

Once they felt ready, Ghost took his fingers out and immediately started prodding your asshole. 

You gasped, feeling one finger slip in as well as the other. 

“Oh fuck..” You moaned, pushing back against his fingers to make them go deeper. Ghost groaned at the sight and started fingering and scissoring you, prepping you for something much larger. 

“Mmhhh Simon, I want it. Please put it in, I can’t wait anymore.” You begged for his cock, looking back at him with desperation. Ghost could just cum at the sight of you right now. 

“You got it, baby.” 

He spit in his hand and started stroking his cock, lubing it to the best of his ability as to not hurt you. 

You were practically drooling at the sight of his dick behind you, all wet with saliva and rock hard. 

You felt his tip enter you and you groaned, before feeling a few more inches sliding in. 

“Fuck.. you’re so tight.” The British man sucked a breath in between his teeth, this was a squeeze he never felt in his life. And it was incredible. 

The rest of his length was pushed in until you were completely bottomed out. God, it’s been so long since you were filled like this. 

You felt a slap on your ass and you moaned out loudly, hiding your face in the couch. 

“Start moving, bitch.” 

And you listened to him. Your ass moved back and forth obediently to push against his dick. You felt his hands holding onto your  hips and helping out by thrusting in and out of you. 

“It feels so good..” You moaned and squealed whenever he hit your prostate, your back arching so your ass was more in the air and Ghost gave it another slap. 

“You like my cock, huh? I’m practically a fuckin’ stranger and you’re taking in my dick so easily.” He talked down at you in such a sexy way it made your heart race. He was grunting as his pace started to speed up and you nodded profusely, mumbling about how you were his little slut and his only. 

“That’s right. There’s no one else who’s going to fuck you as good as this.” 

The sound of skin against slapping skin was getting louder and louder. The breathing only got heavier and your moans mixed with his deep grunts were much more common. Before, he would hit your prostate on occasion but he was ramming into it dead on now. 

“I’m close.. come on and show me your face, pretty boy.” Ghost panted pulling his cock out and stroking himself quickly, standing up on the floor so he towered over you. 

You got onto the floor and on your knees, jerking yourself off as well as you stared at him with tear soaked lashes. 

What a gorgeous sight you were. 

It was enough to make Ghost’s cock spurt with warm cum and right on your face. You gasped and moaned, feeling your own sticky release coating your fingers and dripping onto the floor. 

The two of you were out of breath but knew you had limited time before the bouncers would be checking. 

You both spruced yourselves up and Ghost helped you clean the mess off your face, giggling as he apologized. 

“Don’t be sorry, I had a lot of fun.. and I hope to see you sometime again.” You smiled as he put his mask back on. 

“You can count on that, love.” 

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:)))) hope you guys enjoyed it

[wolfstar-myotp]

Ok, I’m going to tell everyone all the reasons why I hate Severus Tobias Snape, here we go:

He tormented children for literally no reason?? To everyone that’s saying “oh Harry looked like his dad, and James bullied Snape” — so you’re telling me that Snape ruined several years of Harry’s life because of genetics?? Something that is completely out of Harry’s control and is irrelevant to the fact that Snape targeted Harry??? And that still doesn’t explain why he bullied Neville! What has the adorable plant child ever done to him?? NOTHING!! And yet this man who is meant to be a role model completely terrorises a boy whose parents were literally tortured into insanity by his death eater buddies. Not only that, but throughout the entire book franchise, Snape shames Neville for being poor at a subject, rather than helping him become better. The fact that Neville is so bad at potions reflects Snape’s lousy teaching skills. ALSO, this man literally threatens to kill a child’s pet if they don’t get something right, then proceeds to punish that child when they don’t fail! He has no reason to be horrible to Neville— oh, wait, silly me, I forgot that Neville was a Gryffindor, because that totally validates the fact that Snape is his biggest fear, as opposed to the woman who tortured his parents. He is prejudiced and should not be allowed anywhere near children!

Secondly, this man was happy and excited about the possibility of two innocent people getting their souls sucked out, simply because of one (1) thing that happened SEVENTEEN years ago, which, by the way, he doesn’t even know the full details of, and when someone tries to object/inform him of his mistake, he yells at them and abuses his power as a teacher by ordering them around so that he can essentially murder someone in peace. Snape also ruins a coworker’s life on purpose, just because he’s spiteful. He reveals a secret that he was trusted to keep, because of something that had nothing to do with the person he wants to hurt. He can paint himself as the victim in his retelling of The Prank, but he’s only doing it so that people will villainise a completely innocent man.

Thirdly, he literally destroys the memory of James Potter. He tells Harry that his dad was a bullying, obnoxious, swine and that he was poor ickle Snivelly who had done nothing wrong ever. . . well, ding dong, he’s wrong! In his first year, after knowing James for about 0.03 seconds, he mocks the house he wants to be in and calls him dumb (Yes, I know James is prejudiced towards Slytherin, I’m not ignoring that or downplaying it — but James grew out of that, Snape didn’t). Literally everyone says that Snape bullied the marauders just as much as they bullied him. He literally cuts James in one of his memories! Snape is using the fact that Harry knows nothing about his dead father, and is instead feeding him lies and comparing him to multiple adjectives for “not very nice”.

And lastly, the thing that bothers me the most, SNAPE DID NOT LOVE LILY. He was obsessed with her. He literally drops a tree branch on Petunia and his only response is “oh well”. Lily was nice to him and put up with his creepy prejudiced ways, and because of that, Snape thinks he’s entitled to her love. Like in that disturbing moment in book 7 — Snape literally takes the photo of Lily laughing and her signature. Lily was laughing at her husband and son, two people she loved, but Snape took that so he could pretend that she was laughing with him. Lily had signed a letter to her friend, her husband’s best man and the literal godfather to her child. She had signed it with “love, Lily” and Snape took that for himself. And he calls her a slur, then still thinks Lily is obliged to love him, before joining a cult that wants to murder her, simply because she had fallen in love with a kind boy who had proved himself over and over and actually loved her and cared about her. All he’s done is walk past the corpse of her dead husband to hug her lifeless body and ignore her CRYING BABY who is injured.

Finally, Snape forcing Harry to look at him is not romantic. He is forcing a traumatised child to stare at someone he has known for several years and watch them die, just because he wants to see Lily’s eyes again.

In conclusion, Snape is a disgusting, prejudiced, creepy arse hole who is just plain petty and I despise him. I honestly have no idea who can like a man that terrible.

[getting-a-life]

Gabriel Reyes x F reader

Sample

Note: This is a little something i had on what pad when I was younger and it got a lot of attention so I’m gonna try my hardest to do something similar to it since I can’t really remember what I wrote. I haven't proofed it yet so don't mind the bad grammar and spelling.😅

Warning: domestic abuse, child abuse, and trauma. You have been warned.

Summary: 

Y/N once was an Overwatch agent, but now is stuck dealing with the bad decisions she had made all those years ago. That doesn't mean she can't change her mind and live the life she wanted. Let's just hope that he hasn't forgotten the sweet moments they shared.

“Where the fuck are you, you little bitch?!”

You’re hiding behind one of many doors in your home. You can hear you're boyfriend throwing things in a drunken rage in the living room. Last week he found you in the attic with your twins. Except that time he had gotten into a fight at the nearby bar. This time he asked you for dinner but you were in the middle of changing your baby's diaper. Now he thinks you were ignoring him.

You try your hardest to keep your babies warm and asleep so that they won't give away your hiding spot. It would have been hard to do so if they weren't already used to their father doing this almost every night. You found yourself thinking of how it was when you first met him. If you could go back you would have left while you had the chance. You would have still been back at the overwatch base, happy and full of joy helping people all around the world. You missed working with everyone there, Especially Gabriel Reyes. What would have happened if you didn't turn him down?

You snap back to reality when you hear his footsteps get dangerously close to the closet door and pass to go into the next room. You quietly turn to gently place your baby's into the corner of the closet and hide them with the closest boxes and shoes. All while trying to make it not look too obvious.

“Do I need to call my buddies to help me find you again?!” He shouts. You turn to make sure the babies are still asleep and you let out a silent sigh of relief when you see that they are just fine.

You flinch when you hear a loud bang that shakes the floor and walls of the house. You can hear him slam the door of the room he was just in. He walks down the hall and past the closet to go into the baby's room. He throws things and slams doors. You can hear the wood from the cribs your dad built for the twins being snapped and chucked across the room. Tears run down your face as you hold your cries in and hope you can fix it later.

“You bitch!!! Do you have any idea how much I sacrificed for you and those sorry-ass kids?!” he yelled as he punched more holes into the walls. “Just wait till I find you!” he slings open the closet door in the baby's room and lets out aloud scream.

There's only one door he hasn't opened. You turn to move the things you put in front of the babies and held both of them as firm and Close as you could in your arms then slammed open the door. You bolted past the baby‘s room on your right and straight to the front door. You can feel him behind you ready to beat the shit out of you. Your hand was so close to the doorknob but he grabbed the hair on the back of your head and pulled.

Ding dong~

He pulled you back into him with his chest to your back. “Say one word and I'll beat you till Dawn.” he whispered into your ear. He pulled your hair so that you would be on his left and let go. He opened the door and two figures stood in the doorway. Because of how dark it was and the fact that your dimwit boyfriend broke the porch light. You couldn't see their faces but you knew their uniforms.

<3

Thank you for reading my sample. Let me know how you liked it and I'll finish it by tonight. 😉

[morgansmoreid]

Do You Still Love Me • Derek Morgan • Chapter Eight

Chapter Name: "Make it All Go Away"

Fic Masterlist

Italic writing stands for flashbacks.

Bold Italic writing stands for what happens at the station.

Regular Bold writing stands for text messages.

Content/Trigger Warnings: Alcohol Usage, Drug Usage, Peer Pressure, Parental Vituperation, Toxic Parental Dynamics, Parental Abandonment

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The name rings through Y/n's ear like a medley calling her back home.

"Buttercup?" The voice asks again.

"Yea, it's me."

Y/n voice is weak as each word leaves her mouth. Her lips tremble at the remembrance of the name, the meaning, and the way each syllable tears through her tough persona, resurfacing her soft and true one.

Before the voice can say something in response, a regretful sentence leaves Y/n's mouth, making her hate even pressing the call button that laid under her fingers seconds prior.

"Michael? Can I come over?"

It's silent between the two. Tense and argumentive silence lays, just as Y/n goes for the red button.

"Sure."

A gut-wrenching feeling fills both people. They know nothing is going to come good of this visit, yet Y/n gives a small hum in response and hangs up, letting her feet take her into the familiar landscape. But it's just her feet. The rest of her feels non-existent, cloudy, and bubbly.

The rest of her lays with her head, confused and sad.

Just as Y/n makes the last sharp corner, the muffled ding of her phone puts her body to one again.

Derek Aug. 23rd, 2008 at 12:05 PM

Come back to the station so we can all talk.

Y/n wants to text back and explain why she can't; or why she won't. But she doesn't. Instead, she powers her phone off, the small black screen looking at her with disappointment. The black screen reflecting her face of disappointment and guilt.

She stuffs the phone in her pocket and heads up the small stairs of the only colorful townhouse on the broken block. Chipped paint breaks under her shoes, crunching like a leaf. The sound is replaced by the three knocks on the grey frosted door in front of her.

"I care about you, buttercup," Micheal wrapped his arms around the sister figure that sat next to him.

Sitting on his roof, both watched the sunset to stars, pills and alcohol surrounding them. Y/n laughed, pushing him off her shoulder before grabbing the small "water" bottle she snuck past her father earlier. Micheal watches as her face grimaces, knowing the burning feeling of the alcohol going down her throat before turning his whole body towards her.

"I mean it," He says gaining her attention.

"What happened to 'no sappy shit' " She mocked, putting her fingers down at the frown on Micheals's face.

"That was before. This is now. Now, I want you to come to me, on some real shit. But not just for drugs, if you want to cry, want to talk, want to ding-dong-ditch that old hag up the block." He smiled.

Y/n smiled also. To the thought of having an outlet. To the thought of having someone actually wanting to listen to her thoughts.

"Let's make up a code." An idea pops in her head, only expanding itself at the raised eyebrow from Micheal.

"Whenever one of us is over at the other's house, we knock a blank amount of time." She proposes.

"One knock, food. Two knocks, just someone to talk to. Three knocks, oxy. Four knocks, a hangout buddy, and five knocks, just a place to sleep." The ideas roll from her head to her mouth in instant connection.

"Oxy and liquor," Micheal chuckles as he takes a sip of the water bottle.

"Oxy and liquor," Y/n repeats, repositioning herself to sitting next to Micheal, laying her head on the side of his shoulder, the place she's found comfort for the last few months now.

He plants a small kiss on her head, the action providing the same warmth as it did her.

"I really care about you buttercup." He mumbles as he pulls away.

"Hey." A tear-stained Y/n appears in front of Micheal as he opens the door.

"What was the last cell tower her phone pinged at?" Hotch asked as he hovered over Garcia, afraid if he looked back to Y/F/N, he might punch him solidly in the nose.

"This one," Penelope pointed to her screen, making everyone's heads turn to the laptop.

"Shit," James mumbles, only needing to take a look for reassurance to know where Y/n was currently at.

"This is all your fault." He shoved his finger into Y/F/N's chest.

"Excuse me?" Y/F/N stiffened his muscles, gaining the upper hand automatically.

"You just had to say something? You just had to feel so entitled that you drove her away." He stepped closer to the older man, ignoring the team of agents to his left. "I would change my name as well if it meant I wasn't associated to my deadbeat son of a bitch father, but my whore leaving mother." He growled, clenching his fist in the same tight position as Y/F/N.

Temped to punch the young adult in front of him, Y/F/N's nails dug into his hand, leaving crescent shape marks when he released his hand, walking away from the male.

Wasting no time, Aaron went after Y/F/N, determined to get the truth of the situation.

"Hey!" Aaron called out, seeking Y/F/N's attention. "My team and I need to talk to you." He caught up with Y/F/N's walking pace. Y/F/N ignored him and opened the door to his office, a sly smile appearing as he took a seat.

"Y/F/N Fields, do you need my team and I need to get a warrant? This is now a federal investigation and you are non-compliant. After witnessing today's events, I can arrest you for the battery of a federal agent. Do you know the charge of that?" Aaron threatened, sick of the older man's games.

Y/F/N was silent at first, unsure of the truth to Aaron's statement.

"No need for a warrant, I'll talk." He said after a quiet minute.

"How's life?" Micheal tried to make conversation as he looked to the young female next to him. The sunshine covered her body as the ground sat before her feet.

"Life." She chuckled sarcastically.

"Remember that one time when we were doing homework and I fell down the stairs from not paying attention?" Micheal laughed.

But Y/n didn't. They weren't doing homework that time, they were high.

"Do you have it?" She asked, changing her tone and stance, muscles tightening as she sat up straight.

"You don't want it." Micheal looked at Y/n with sad eyes, regretting the pity look as all her anger was suddenly being taken out on him.

"Don't tell me what I want," She growled. "This is all your fault, everything." Y/n pointed her finger in Micheal's face.

Unshocked by Y/n's statement, Michael didn't react. He didn't push away her finger, he didn't scream at her, he just looked at the concrete below him and stayed quiet.

"It's your fault." She said again, jerking her finger so close to his eyes, one move and she would have poked him.

"Just try it." Micheal pressed.

"It's just-," Y/n tried to compose herself. "I've never those before and my dad will probably kill me." She pushed away Micheal's hand, along with the pill inside of it.

"Ouu, is someone afraid of Sheriff Feilds?" The teenager taunted.

The truth was yes. While others were afraid of bugs and huge dogs, the 15-year-old girl was afraid of her father like never before. He was angry all the time. Her mother finally left and it was up to Y/n to maintain both roles. Any slip-up, any bad grade, anything slightly minor, and she was yelled at, pushed to the wall, screamed at, and just like last night, she would feel his anger across her face.

"You see?" Micheal grabbed her attention and focus. "You're so caught up in that head of yours, these bad boys make it all go away."

The last few words caught Y/n's attention.

"So all my thoughts are happy thoughts now?" She questioned, a hint of embarrassment flowing through her body as Micheal openly laughed in her face.

"More like, they just push away from them for another time. Wanna try now?" He opened up his hand again, pushing back to Y/n.

Hesitant, Y/n took the small pill and a gulp of water, waiting for her high to kick in.

"What happened to making it better?" She accused before becoming face to face with Micheal.

"Give it to me and I'll be out of that matted mess of a hair." Y/n opened her hand.

Micheal reached into his pocket and put the small baggie of pills into Y/n's hand. In return, Y/n took out cash from her back pocket and threw it into his lap. Silently, Y/n walked down the stairs of the townhouse, the pills creating a burning hole in her pocket.

Pulling out her phone, Y/n turned it on and headed for the station, each attempt to prepare herself for what was coming next failing.

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A Bet can be costly (Percy Jackson)

A bet can be costly

It was only half past nine in the morning and already Percy and Jason were bored while hanging out in the latter's cabin. True it somewhat helped that Jason had somehow swung getting a TV and cable while even Percy despite being the son of one of the big three didn't but still there was just nothing on that held either boys attention for long.

Of course Percy despite his claims of being strait and sighting the fact he was dating Annabeth as proof of said straightness he found himself looking over at Jason who was in just his black shorts and nothing else as he relaxed on the cream colored sofa that the two boys where sharing.

Jason might of been younger but he was well more build compared to Percy who while wasn't fat or even chunky, was as ripped as the demi god next to him.

"Ughhhh, there is NOTHING to do.." Jason groaned and shut the tv off, leaning back and closing his eyes, then smirking and turning to look at Percy as he opened them. "Well almost nothing, but I don't think you're man enough for a little bet I have in mind."

Percy huffed a little at that, ever since he'd been caught with wet pants during a party, everyone had started to treat him like a little guy, even though he had to be one of the most hung guys there!

(Well at least he thought so, it wasn't exactly like he went around and measured everyone else's ding dongs.)

"I can take on any bet you have in mind!" he said and crossed his arms.

'heh, gotcha~' Jason thought and then flashed his pearly whites at Percy.

"Alright, but if you don't wanna take the bet even after I say it, don't feel bad alright?" Jason said, and waited for Percy, who was getting somewhat fussy to nod in agreement.

"Ok buddy, The bet is simple enough.. we're gonna drop our pants and compare cock sizes. Whoever is bigger wins, and the loser has to be the winner little boy for the summer, and do whatever he's told."

"..Where you dropped on your head as a child?" Percy asked, raising a eyebrow but then smirking. "But Fine, you're gonna look sooo cute as my little boy Jason. It's you who might wanna back down, I'm packing some major heat here." Percy said and patted his crotch.

'..Ok he's just asking for a cuddle now. just too cute.' Jason thought then out loud went "Well Mr.Jackson, if you're so sure of yourself go right ahead."

"heh, Wanna spare yourself the humiliation huh? I'll let you keep your modesty." Percy said, really full of himself now as he stood up and started to tug down his black jogging pants. "Your about to see why Annabeth walks funny every time she comes over to my cabin~"

with his pants around his ankles and his plaid boxer's on display, Percy hooked his thumbs in the waistband and shot Jason a shit eating grin.

"Last chance to back out, though I hope you don't. you're gonna look fucking adorable in a sailor suit on the beach making me sand castles."

"Sheesh you trying to be a Pro wrestler with all that trash talking, shut up and show me what you got." Jason laughed, the sheer attuide coming from Percy was just too cute, double so when he knew a few things about Annabeth that Percy didn't.

Smirking Percy dropped his shorts and showed off all 7 inches of his fuck meat, not as thick as he would of liked but it got the job done and his pubes were neatly trimmed , almost a buzz cut.

"Face it Jason, your F'ed in the A." Percy said, reaching down and stroking his semi soft cock and gaining a half inch as it went to full on stiff mode.

"Oh my~ That IS quite impressive Percy, way more then I thought a pants pisser would of had." Jason said and stood up, hooking his thumbs in his shorts. it was well known he went commando so there would be no build up here. "Too bad it's still not enough."

"What?" Percy asked, looking confused and then Jason's shorts hit the floor and a soft 8 inch cock was looking back at Percy, at least TWICE the thickness of Percy's proud fuck meat!

"But, wait, there's more!" Jason said in his best TV infomercial voice, and with a couple of pumps his cock jumped up to 10 inches and was leaking a little cock drool.

"H-Holy fuck!" Percy squeaked.

"So do we need the measuring tape? or compare them side by side or do you wanna be a good boy and take your shirt off so big brother can get you dressed little man?" Jason asked.

"ah..ah..about that..see..I uh..I was totally kidding about making you do anything.." Percy was saying, trying to back away from Jason now with his pants and undies around his ankles. "T-this was all just a silly joke so I don't think we reall-"

"Percy, I'm going to ask one more time, for you to finish striping, or you'll be going over my lap little man." Jason said, bending down and tugging his shorts back up.

"Well ok, when you put it that way that soun- LOOK A DISTRACTION!" Percy yelled and pointed behind Jason and then went to run, instantly tripping and boinking his face off the floor since he hadn't kicked the clothes off.

"heh..I can see you're going to be a handful." Jason said and walked over and picked the dazed Percy up.

"I can taste purple!" Percy coo'ed.

"-snek-, I bet you can."

After making sure that Percy wasn't concussed, Jason waited for a few for the poor soon to be little guy to get his marbles back, and when Percy did he'd find himself over Jason's lap, a firm hand on his lower back to keep Percy from taking off.

The boy had been stripped naked by this point and Jason had made sure his cabin was far enough away from the water to keep Percy from using any of his powers, plus his own taps and water tank were enchanted to 'help keep Percy honest'.

"i.. what... Ah!" Percy yelped as he came to his sense and realized the situation he was in.

"welcome back buddy." Jason said, rubbing his free hand on Percy's bubble butt, almost kneeing the semi fatty flesh of the older boys butt. "Never knew you had so much junk in your trunk!"

"S-Shut up!" Huffed Percy even as he fought to get free, but it was clear who of the two was the stronger and a sudden SWAT to his ample back side (when made a ripple to Jason's delight) stopped him.

"J-J-Jason...Big Brother..I-if I promise to be good, can we skip th-" Percy started.

"Sorry buddy, I don't wanna do this anymore then you wanna be spanked." Jason started, a bold face lie but still. "But you need to learn if your not a good boy there is a fallout. I'll only go with 10 swats THIS time and hopefully you won't make me punish you more."

Percy whimpered, giving a weak token effort to get free but Jason could tell he had more or less accepted his fate and in a small way made Jason hate he STILL had to follow though.

Figuring it was better to get this over with Jason brought his hand down hard on Percy's cheeks, making the demi god guy out and kick his legs.

before Percy could even fully process that swat the second was already happened, Jason wanted this to be fast and hard.

He was all of five swats in, and Percy was blubbering like a baby, his hot tears flowing freely when he felt Percy stiffen on his lap.

"JASON STAP I HAF-" Percy started to warn and then..

well Jason was glad he'd pick a bar stool he had for the spanking as his lap and legs were drenched and a smelly puddle was made as Percy's bladder unloaded itself.

"I-I'm sorry please don't spank me morrrrre!" Percy sobbed.

Jason, despite being soaked in his little guys wee wee, just tugged Percy up and hugged him, wincing slightly as the bawling Percy got snot all over his shoulder while glomping him.

'Yeah..we're gonna share a shower.' he thought.

One wash up later and Jason and Percy were cleaned and dried off, with Jason in a fresh pair of shorts and a t-shirt while Percy was just wrapped up in a big fluffy towel whining softly still.

As it had turned out Percy was NOT a fan of showers, and had wanted to go for a bath despite Jason pointing out how bad of a idea that would of been. Having to put his foot down Jason had been forced to threaten anther trip over his knee to get Percy into said shower.

Now with Jason dressed it was Percy's turn and Jason rummaged though a dresser drawer and came out with a perfect little guy outfit made to Percy's size, clearly he had been planning this for awhile.

Said outfit was a pair of white socks with little anchor designs in dark silver all over them, a pair of briefs likewise with the anchors on them and then following up from that, a pair of cream white shorts and a sailor top.

"..How long have you been-" Percy started to ask.

"long enough, now lay back and let big bro get you dressed. and try not to have anymore accidents little man." Jason chuckled, and smirked as Percy huffed and stuck his tongue out at him.

"You shouldn't stick out your tongue, only snakes and fools do that and snakes don't have arms and legs so you must be a fool~" Jason teased.

"Oh WHATEVER!" Percy fumed and went to stick his tongue out again, but seemed to think better of it.

Once the little guy was all dressed, Jason helped him stand up and kissed his forehead, Making Percy whine and squirm and lead him over to a mirror so he could look at himself, adding a little sailor cap to his head and smirking.

"...I look like a oversized 5 year old!" Percy whined, cheeks going bright red and huffing and squirming.

"That WAS what I was aiming for." Jason chuckled and smooched Percy's cheek, getting even more fussy whines from the newly turned little. "Your gonna look SO cute on the bench making me sand castles and I have a cute little swim suit for you and everything!"

"..why do i get the feeling even if I had won, you would of just found a way to little me anyways?" Percy whined.

"Heh, that kinda foresight would of served you well about half a hour ago little bro."

Leading the huffing Percy back out to the living room, Jason set out a blanket on the floor for the little guy and then as Percy sat there silent fuming, he brought over a cardboard box and set it down.

Percy peeked into the box and it was half filled with toy's that he was sure would of delighted any 4-7 year old but only made him roll his eyes and look up at Jason.

"Really?" he asked Jason."Even if I hadn't of stopped playing with toys years ago, i was more into action figures then stuffies and toy cars and boats."

"Well since video games are a no no for little guys like you and ditto for action figures, you better learn to like these." Jason chuckled.

"What? why can't I have action figures?!" Percy demanded, never mind he had JUST said he wasn't into them anymore.

"Too many little pieces that could come off when you chew on them." Jason chuckled and patted the top of Percy's hat covered head.

"I DON'T CHEW ON TOYS!" Percy semi shouted and huffed.

"That's nottttt what your mom said when I was getting her help with this." Jason said in a sing song voice. "she told me you had teeth marks all over your old power rangers toys.

"Slander and lies! ..WAIT MY MOM WAS IN ON THIS?!?" Percy shrieked.

"Heh, oh yeah. wants pictures and warned me if I make you feel too little to be ready to diaper you at night."

Percy's right eye twitched and then he went on a incoherent screaming and shouting fit that Jason let go on, just to get it out of Percy's system and was amazed it took about 10 minutes before Percy stopped, panting and huffing, spittle running down his chin.

"You wanna try that again, this time in English so I can actually understand what you say?" Jason asked, grinning ear to ear.

by the time Percy was done, Jason had tallied that normally he would of earned about four mouth washings and at least one trip over his lap, but again, was letting the little guy get one punishment free vent in.

"Free better?" Jason asked as Percy huffed and pouted.

"..Kinda."

"Good, that's the last time I'm putting up with a fit like that Percy, so I hope you got it all out of your system. next time you'll be treated like any other five year old who has a tantrum." Jason said.

"..what does that mean?" Percy asked, gulping. "A time out in the corner?"

"well a time out is part of it, but you'll find this isn't some new age parenting place. Here at camp half blood, we believe in spanking naughty little boys and girls." Jason said and the look on his face left no doubt he meant it.

"..Oh poopie." Percy whimpered.

"Really Percy? stand up and let me check. I don't smell anything." Jason said with a chuckle.

"T-That's not what I meannnnnt!"

after his twin rants and everything else, it was just about lunch time so after getting Percy to start playing with his toy cars, even though Percy looked bored out of his mind, Jason started to cook up some lunch for the boys.

"Percy, I don't hear you playing..you being good over there?" Jason called over his shoulder, cutting up some potato's to make them fries to go with the grilled cheese he was gonna make.

Percy almost snarled out a reply but the threat of a spanking was in the back of his mind and instead..

"Yeah I'm being good, I don't know how to make the cars make enough noise to convince you though." Percy said.

"oh well thats simple. Make the engine noises. go vrhoom vrhoom." Jason chuckled.

"...you are a sick sick man, you know that?" Percy asked, but knowing when he was licked, started to do the noises just like 'big brother' wanted.

blushing the whole time and feeling foolish.

'I suppose it could be worse, no one else is here. and he'll have to get tired of this before long.' Percy thought.

Of course with the way Percy's luck was going he wasn't exactly surprised when right as he thought that, the doorbell rang.

"Percy buddy, can you be a good boy and go answer the door? big bro has his hands full." Jason called.

Huffing and getting up, Percy semi stomped his way over to the door to Jason's cabin, never once realizing with his bratty attuide he seemed less like someone who didn't wanna show off his outfit and more like a huffy little guy who didn't wanna stop playing.

Opening the door without checking to see who was there, Percy entered a full body blush as his girlfriend was standing there, looking amused.

"A-Annabeth!! W-what are you doing over here?" He squeaked.

"Pfffttt, Oh my god, Jason actually got you to do it! this is too good!" She giggled. "I've known he wanted to dress you up for awhile but never in a million years would I of thought you'd -actually- do it!"

the clear amusement in her voice and the big grin on her face had Percy feeling like the little boy he was dressed up as and he squirmed and whined loudly.

"Percy! Who's at the door?" Jason called.

"I..I..It's.." Percy stammered.

"It's Annabeth!" Annabeth called over Percy's shoulder.

"Percy, don't be rude, Invite her in." Jason called.

the last thing that Percy wanted was for his girlfriend to come in but clearly it was out of his hands, so instead he looked down at the floor and then stood to the side, gesturing for her to come in.

'Dad, if your listening..I could really use a tidal wave right about now.' Percy thought.

Sadly, Either seaweed daddy wasn't listening or found this whole thing to be funny as Annabeth walked in and spotted Percy's play area, squealing with delight and laughing.

the next 20 or so minutes was spent with Annabeth 'looking after little Percy' and keeping him out of trouble while Jason made them all lunch.

As bad as playing cars and having to make the noises had been before when it was just for Jason, it was so very much worst doing it for the amusement of his girlfriend who kept asking humiliating questions, and 'Big brother' insisted that he answer them all.

"Awww are you having fun?" She coo'ed as she sat back on the couch.

"..Oh yes, Loads." Percy huffed sarcastically though to his dismay she took it as a honest answer.

"Well that's good! So which car is your favorite?" and she leaned forward now, studying the different types of toy cars.

"...I dunno, I guess the police car?" Percy said and semi shrugged his shoulders, and squirming from all of the embarrassment he was receiving.

"Heh, lots of little guys like cop cars, that makes since. Hmm..Your squirming a lot, do you need to use the potty? we don't want you to have a accident!" Annabeth said, looking mildly concerned though still grinning.

"I-I don't need help telling when I hafa potty!" Percy almost shrieked.

"Heh, tell that to the damp spot on the floor from your accident eariler." Jason called.

"Ohhh, did somebody wet his pants?" Annabeth giggled, looking totally delighted.

"I-It wasn't my fault! Jason was spanking me a-and I ju-" Percy tried to argue but got cut off.

"Oh, why did he have to spank you? were you being a bad boy?" She asked, leaning in close, eyes filled with excitement as she brushed her hair behind a ear. "Did you cry lots and lots and beg big brother to stop?"

Percy was having all sorts of warning bells going off in his head at how excited she seemed by this and just shut his mouth and crossed his arms turning away from him.

"Oh you did! Ahahahaha! Wow, spanked into submission by someone younger then you~" She teased, then got up. "Well all that aside, I don't believe you Mr.fussy pants, so come on, let's take you to the potty."

"NO! I don't have to!" Percy huffed, and winced, he HEARD how little he sounded.

"Percy, you come with me to the potty and try little man or I'll get Jason to do it. who do you think is gonna be nicer about it?" Annabeth asked.

"She's got a point buddy." Jason called over, he was almost done with the fries and grilled cheese that was gonna be supper. "Also you've had your mulligan, any more accidents and you'll be losing big boy underwear privileges."

"..You mean it gets worse then these baby briefs?!" Percy yelped out.

"Yup~ Normally next step down would be pull-ups but I couldn't find any in your size so right back to diapers." Jason called and turned and smirked. "So.. still think your good or wanna hedge your bets and go sit on the potty?"

"...I'm going to the potty because -I- choose to!" Percy huffed and scrambled to his feet.

"Mmmhmmm, whatever you have to tell yourself little man." Jason said and turned back to the cooking.

Annabeth had stood up as well and offered Percy a hand, and while he wanted to slap it away, somehow he just knew how that would end and accepted it.

"..Your waiting outside the door while I go." was the only thing Percy could think to say.

It never dawned on him that despite never being to Jason's cabin before, she seemed to know exactly where the bathroom was, though in his defense she was keeping him off guard.

"Oh my, such a big boy, going all by yourself.. Deal but remember to wipe and wash your hands."

'fuck my life..'

sitting on the potty Percy was mentally counting down how long he should play along with the potty game when he was shocked that a stream did escape him, followed by a couple of wet farts.

As such after the boy had wiped and flushed and washed his hands, his face was somehow even more crimson then before.

Not helping matters was Annabeth praising him for being a good boy and holding up a hand for a high five which Percy weakly returned.

Getting back out to the main room the table had been set and while Annabeth's and Jason's plate sat on the white table cloth, Percy's on was on top of a plastic mat shaped like a teddy bear.

when Percy whined and pointed Jason just gave a big toothy grin.

"Sorry buddy, but I've seen you eat, you're a messy eater and it's easier to wipe the plastic mat clean then to wash the table cloth. Oh! that reminds me.." Jason said as Percy fumed and took his seat.

His grilled cheese had been cut into four parts for him and his ketchup for his fries were in a little plastic bowl to the side. He was about to comment he wasn't that bad when Jason produced a teen sized bib,white in color with navy blue text on it reading 'I love my big brother!'

"..Your joking right?" Percy asked, narrowing his eyes and glaring at Jason while Annabeth covered her mouth to stifle a laugh.

"What, you don't like it?" Jason asked, pretending to sound hurt while smirking.

"What do you think?" Percy asked.

"well ok, you don't HAVE to wear the bib if you don't want to, but if your not wearing it, i want you to strip down to your undies so you don't get your new outfit all dirty buddy." Jason chuckled.

"...Give me the effing bib." Percy growled though clenched teeth.

"Ah ah ah, none of that, that was too close to a swear word for my liking. try that again and your be a little bubble breath. also, as your loving big brother." and Annabeth couldn't hold it in and laughed out loud. "..It's my job to get this on you."

"..Of course it is."

Percy's one mulligan as the bib was put on him was that his drink was at least in a cup, though Jason noticed him looking at it as he finished.

"Ok buddy, I'm taking a chance and trusting you with a big kid cup. but if you spill it, it's back to sippy cups. Or if you wanna just use one now that's ok too. you don't have to put on a show for our guest." Jason said.

A swear was almost out of his mouth when Percy caught himself, and biting down on his tongue, he just ignored Jason and started to chow down on his fries, planing to eat in silence.

However much like most of his other plans for the day, this one fell to the wayside as while Jason and Annabeth started to chow, Jason asked Percy what he'd been pretending was happening while he played with his cars.

The tone in Jason's voice made it clear Percy better come up with something quick, and so the newly turned little boy spun a tale about some cops trying to bust a smuggling ring of counterfeit toys.Percy was getting annoyed though that despite how much of a excellent bullshit story he was weaving on the spot, Jason and Annabeth were apparently distracted and ignoring him.

the only time they seemed to chime in or respond to what he was saying was when he went quiet for too long.

what the Demi god turned little guy couldn't of known though since he lacked X-ray vision was that there was a good reason the two of them were semi ignoring Percy, except to encourage him to go on between his bites of food.

Jason and Annabeth were playing footsie under the table and sending each other signals of shared attraction.

What little Percy didn't know yet, but would find out all too soon was that Annabeth had been over to this cabin more then a few times, having hooked up with Jason while Percy was off being a good boy for his mom.

The idea of cucking the son of one of the big three had just been too much of a temptation to pass up, and it had been going on far longer then Percy himself would of guessed.

She had even faked being too sick to go out with him on his birthday, just to come over and get fucked by Jason, who had truthfully ruined sex with Percy for her but she still put on a show.

The moment that let her always squirt the hardest when neither boy was available though was how she had tricked Percy into eating her out, while blindfolded after Jason had cream pied her. she claimed the funny taste was a sugar cream she had picked up from a sex shop and Jason had been there, watching from the closet as Percy licked and slurped her clean, making her moan even as the poor boys face had been screwed up.

Clearly he hadn't cared for the taste but whenever Annabeth moaned and asked how he liked it, he would reply with a choked

"I-It tastes awesome..y-you should get more."

That had made her squirt right then and there and breathlessly after, she promised Percy she would.

She hadn't even returned the favor, just had Percy climb into bed with her and removed the blind fold once Jason was out the door, cuddling him and stroking him off and on so that in the middle of the night Percy had been forced to sneak off to the bathroom and jerk off, not knowing Annabeth was awake and could hear everything from her bed.

Percy finished his food and his drink, and let out a loud Belch as he finished his story, Annabeth and Jason had finished before him but stayed seated to 'listen' to his 'amazing' story.

"Wow buddy, you have a activate imagination!" Jason coo'ed, pulling his feet away from Annabeth and giving Percy his full attention and smirking.

Of course the sea brat had gotten ketchup on his face and fingers, and on his bib. add into it that while Jason and Annabeth had been drinking root beer Percy was sporting a purple kool-aid mustache and Jupiter, he just looked so cute!

"Heh, hold still buddy, I think somebody needs a quick clean up." Jason laughed, getting up and getting a damp wash cloth and rubbing over Percy's face as the little guy squirmed.

"Stopppp! I can do it my selfff!" He whined, making Annabeth snort.

Did Percy really not hear just how much of a little guy he sound like right now?!

Either way, over his own protests he was cleaned up and given anther drink of grape juice, though this time it was in a light blue sippy cup.

And boy, if looks could kill Jason would of hit the floor stone cold dead.

"I THOUGHT you said I could use big kid cups!" Percy huffed, furrowing his brow and once again looking like the little guy he was dressed up as.

"well your gonna go back to playing while me and Annabeth watch some TV and I don't want you getting too excited playing cops that you knock over your drink without realizing it." Jason said reasonably.

"I wouldn't!" Percy whined.

"well maybe you would, maybe you wouldn't, It's my floor so I get to make the call. when we're over at YOUR place you can knock all the cups over you want." Jason said and smirked, then tapped a finger on Percy's nose.

Leading Percy over to his blanket, Jason got him sat down and noticed Annabeth tapping her chin as she looked down.

"Penny for you thoughts." He said.

"I was thinking, you know that old play mat, where it's a toy and it's toy car sized? we should get one of those for Percy!" She said grinning ear to ear.

"I think-" Percy started to say, not looking happy but he was of course cut off by Jason.

"That's a awesome idea! In fact I think Nico has one still, I'll go see if we can borrow it later!" Jason said smiling and turning to Percy. "Doesn't Annabeth have the BEST ideas little guy?"

"I can barely contain my joy." Percy muttered, huff and holding his sippy cup up and taking a drink before he said more and got his mouth washed out.

with the TV turned on Percy tried to get into the movie that Jason had popped in, but it was some sort of a romantic comedy and he hated those and found himself legit getting into playing with the cars, talking softly to himself and not realizing he was talking out loud as he did a few more police chases, then had a whole story going on about a big race going on.

He found himself drinking lots of the kool-aid, it was really sweet but seemed to dry him out and more then once he had to go and excuse himself to go pee (though Jason or Annabeth insisted on walking down with him to the bathroom, just in case he needed help)

he also found himself getting super tired despite having a good nights sleep, though he chalked it up to everything he had been though so far and laid on his tummy and put himself on eye level with the car's as he ran them back and forth, watching the shiny metal of the the hub caps move and feeling his eyelids drooping.

"Percy buddy, you wanna go for a nap?" Jason called over, pausing the movie, making Percy sit up. he'd shut his eyes for a few seconds.

"Nooo I don't need a nap." Percy huffed and whined.rubbing a fist under one eye.

"Well you were laying there with your eyes closed for about a minute." Annabeth pointed out.

"wasn't sleeping..I was..checking my eyelids for cracks!" Percy huffed, pouting, and taking anther gulp of his juice.

"well ok, if you say so. if you wanna go for a nap it's ok though." Jason said, smirking.

"What EVER." Percy huffed and laid back down switching to one of the toy boat's and laying on his back, moving it in the air now.

he played with the boat for all of 30 seconds before his eyes closed again and soon the 18 year old going on 4 at best was snoring softly on the floor.

"Sheesh, I thought you said you were only gonna give him a light dose of sleeping pills." Annabeth said softly, leaning in and kissing Jason's cheek.

"I didn't. Sea brat is just a lightweight. still, we better move to the other room if he snores as bad as you say." Jason said.

as some deep snores started to come out, the cuck'ed demi god was left on the floor to sleep it off, though before Annabeth and Jason went to go and play 'hide the pickle' they were nice enough to drape a blanket over Percy and get a pillow under his head, setting his hat on the coffee table.

Kissing and mashing lips, Jason and Annabeth almost didn't make it to his bedroom before they were all over each other, she was trying to pull off his shirt as she pressed him against the wall.

"Some one's needy." Jason teased, though he only had slightly more restraint then her.

"I haven't had a real orgasm in 2 days..you turned me into a nympho, take responsibility for it!" Annabeth moaned and begged.

A slap on the ass brought he back in line and she manged to keep her clothes on till they were in Jason's room, with her going and kicking the door shut, or trying to as it only closer 3/4's of the way.

"Jesus, look how wet you are, I'm shocked you didn't leave a puddle." Jason teased, getting her on his bed and sliding two fingers into her dripping sex and hitting all the right spots to drive her wild.

"Stop teasing and fuck me already! I need a MAN, not a BOY!" She moaned.

"Far be it from me to argue." Jason chuckled and pinning her on her back, he entered her hard and fast, just the way she liked it.

Or so he assumed from the cries of pleasure that rang out and the way her arms and legs wrapped around him, trying to pull him in deeper.

her cries were muffled by Jason's lips on hers, his tongue entering her willing mouth and making her hers and when he pulled back, she was semi drooling.

even as he rocked his hips in and out of her, he held up a finger to his lips.

"Shhh, don't wake the baby."

Percy groaned and whimpered in his sleep, having weird dreams where he only came up to Annabeth's and Jason's knee caps and they were teasing him lots and treating him even younger then they already were, when a sharp cramp in his tummy woke him up and he sat up on the floor, rubbing a eye.

"Gotta poop.." Percy mumbled, half asleep and slowly making his way up to his feet, swaying a little bit and letting out a massive fart as he did so.

the poot drew a whine and a whimper from the sleepy demi god, who held his nose as the smell reached him and toddled away as fast as he could, a little cry of 'stinky' coming out of his mouth.

heading down the hall to the bathroom, which was across from Jason's room Percy mostly didn't pay it any mind, the absence of Jason and Annabeth hadn't really clicked in his mind yet.

He likely would of ignored the room all together if he hadn't of heard a cry of pleasure coming from it, and it wasn't Jason's voice.

Toddling over Percy took a peek and his eyes went wide and his sense got a rude wake up call, there was his girlfriend naked and bouncing up and down on top of Jason who was fondling her tits as he cried out and and had her hands on his wrists, encouraging it.

even as he took in the site and felt a rage boiling over, Percy's little sailor shorts painfully tented out and a cramp hit, making him go to his knees and keep watching.

"Fuck fuck fuck, you're so much better then Percy~" Annabeth was moaning and mewing, trying to lean down for a kiss. Jason instead rolled and now was on top of her, fucking her like the whore she was and looking over in Percy's direction, smirking.

"Of course I am. He's just a little cuck boi. I bet if he knew what was happening he'd just suck his thumb and jerk off." Jason said, and winked at Percy.

Percy wanted to get up and storm in there, to pound on Jason and put him in his place.

Instead he found himself reaching into his shorts and jerking his painfully hard cock, which had already leaked pre though the briefs and the shorts and his thumb found it's way into his mouth, sucking on it.

"Hell I bet once we get his stupid ass back in diapers, he'll be more then willing to prep daddy for mommy. can you picture him bobbing up and down on my cock, thickly diapers and whimpering but rubbing the front of his huggies?" Jason added.

Percy missed Annabeth's reply, mostly because as Jason said it Percy was picturing himself doing it, and accordingly the thumb started to move in his mouth, as if he was practicing for daddy.

"Might even let him have a load or two..I know you're gonna breast feed him but I wanna give him some daddy milk too." Jason chuckled, fucking Annabeth in ways Percy knew he never could and he whimpered around his thumb.

Normally Percy's stamina was as such he could fuck for at least half a hour without blowing his load but whether it was the scene in front of him, the scene in his head, the bowel movement pressing on his prostate as he was fighting to keep it in now or all three, his peak was coming fast.

Drool trailing sown his chin and shutting his eyes, he let the mental image of Jason face fucking him while he pooped himself fill his mind and had the biggest most intense orgasm of his life, shooting though the undies and shorts like they weren't even there and spraying his load on the wall, before slumping over, panting and eyes glazed over.

the last thing he recalled before conking back out was a loss of control, and a warm muddy feeling starting to spread on his butt.

Jason finished up with Annabeth and they cuddled, the smell reaching them both but oddly not bothering them as much as it should.

She had picked up Percy was watching from the looks Jason kept giving the door and then his dirty talk and smirked and she traced a finger on his pecs.

"You really are evil you know that~" She giggled.

"Oh please, if anything I just saved us about 2-3 days worth of effort in making him a diaper wearing cuck. trust me, he's never gonna be able to replace that feeling with anything less then watching mommy and daddy fuck." Jason said.

"heh, so you don't think he'll at least be able to hump his stuffies?" Annabeth asked.

"Oh, he'll hump them alright, but all he's gonna do is basically goon himself stupid. Add in maybe some hand jobs from you while your breast feeding him and that's what sex with you will become. him sucking on your titties and humping your hand." Jason laughed and pulled her in for a kiss. "Unless of course you don't even wanna grant him that?" Jason asked and smirked.

"Heh, Nah, I'm not heartless. what we had was fun and the least I can do is let him suck on my titties. though maybe I'll dump a condom full of 'daddy milk' over them first." She teased and they both laughed.

"Well, I suppose ONE of us should go and get him cleaned up and diapered." Jason said and gave Annabeth a hopeful look.

"Heh, nice try, diapers were YOUR idea, so enjoy wiping his poopie butt Mr.daddy dom." Annabeth said and rolled over, covering herself with a sheet and drifting off into a light nap.

"..Maybe it won't be so bad." Jason said softly and slid out of bed.

getting a pair of shorts on he moved out into the hall way and leaned in to check on Percy.

"Oh Jupiter! it's worse then I thought!" came his cry as Annabeth opened one eye and chuckled.

15 minutes later (though it felt like hours to poor Jason) and Percy had been cleaned up of all of his mess and taped up in a nice snug diaper.

the sea brat had woken up halfway though the clean up but hadn't offered one bit of resistance as Jason cleaned him, unless you counted him covering his face in shame when he got a stiffie as Jason wiped his winky.

Still he had been a good boy and lifted his hips when told to for Jason to slid the thick diaper under his butt and sucked on his thumb big time as Jason helped him to his feet.

"well, I guess it's save to say your not big enough for big boy undies huh buddy?" Jason asked and kissed Percy's hot cheek. "Wave bye bye to your undies." Jason added, tossing them in a waste basket and almost melting as after a second, Percy actually waved bye.

a pat on his padded rump and a point towards the living room had Percy toddling unsteadily on his feet, getting used to the bulk between his legs while Jason took the bag out of the trash can and tied it shut, unwilling to let the treasure so to speak linger.

As he came out of the bathroom he saw one of two adorable sights. the first was that Percy had plopped onto his butt and was trying to get back up. the second was that Annabeth was at the end of the hall, leaning down slightly and lightly slapping her thighs and coo'ing to Percy.

"Come on little guy, you can do it! walk for mommy!" She coo'ed."Stop sucking on your thumb and use both hands to get up and for balance~ that's it!"

Percy was clearly mortified, but had a silly grin on his face and pulled his drool soaked thumb out of his mouth and managed to get up on his feet and step by step made his way to her, arms held out like a baby learning to walk.

'Awww, babies first steps and we didn't record it.' Jason mused.

Percy huggled and nuzzled Annabeth who showed off her shocking power as he lifted him up and set him on her hip, taking over over to the couch and sitting down with him as Jason ran the bag with the smelly undies and shorts out to the trash.

Joining the other two on the couch, Jason and Annabeth were on either side of Percy and giving him lots of cuddles.

"So..I suppose you have a few questions for us." Jason started.

"MORE then a few.." Percy agreed.

Half a hour later and Percy was all caught up with what was going on, how this had been the end game from the start and how long he'd been cucked.

It hurt in a way but in the long run he could tell that despite him not being considered a man or even a big boy anymore, Annabeth still cared for him and well, he kinda liked the attention from Jason as well.

"Will I still get to have sex?" Percy asked as his last question.

"well, depends on what you count as sex. You'll get diaper rubs when being breast fed." Annabeth said.

"and your free to hump your stuffies, just not too much, I don't wanna have to replace the stuffing in them every day." Jason said then looked a little sheepish. "Thoughh uhhh..If you wanted to make daddy super duper happy and get a bunch of toys as a reward..I kinda like the idea of long term cock locks on little boys like you."

Percy whined at that and squirmed.

"H-How long?" he asked.

"ehehe well uh..at least a year at a time." Jason started and Percy's jaw dropped.

"Are you nuts?! I'd go crazy!! There's n-" Percy started to whine and have a fit, but was tugged suddenly by Annabeth.

while his attention had been on Jason she'd slipped off her top and now had Percy in her lap and one of her tits resting against his face, the hand on the back on his head and the other hand on his crotch.

"Shhh don't be so fussy and drink up and think about it." she coo'ed.

He tried to fight free for a few seconds but then while trying to yell actually tasted some milk coming out of Annabeth's perfect tits and calmed down, suckling away almost greedily now and thrusting his crotch into her hand over and over again as he drank up.

"if you end up creaming yourself while drinking titty milk I'm going to have to take it as a sign you wanna be locked up for a year buddy." Jason coo'ed, moving around behind Annabeth now and kissing the back of her neck. "Doesn't that sound fair 'mommy'?"

"Mmmhhhm~ totally 'daddy'."Annabeth moaned then turned her attention to Percy. "What do you think baby Percy? Does that sound fair and you want mommy to stop feeding you her boobies or do you wanna keep drinking. hold up one finger for stop, two for keep going."

To the surprise of no one two fingers were held up and she let Percy keep nursing, though she felt a need to toss out a warning.

"Percy sweetie, you might wanna slow down, titty milk is mean for real babies, not big ones and can react funny with your system." she warned.

"Like what?" Jason asked, looking a little concerned now.

"Oh, he'll have this go right though him and then you'll have your first stinky diaper to change." Annabeth said with a evil grin.

"..Uh Percy buddy maybe slow down." Jason said, sweat dropping a little.

It wasn't that he didn't wanna change a smelly diaper, more just he thought there would be more of a break in between said smelly diapers.

In any case Percy either didn't seem to hear mommy and daddy because he was lost in his own little world of diapie rubs and titty milk or he just didn't care, a ominous gurgling coming from his tummy.

"better get ready for anther present from your favorite little gift maker." Annabeth teased Jason as she increased the diaper rubbing which made Percy only drink harder.

Jason resigned himself to his fate and decided to help things along, reaching around Annabeth's arm and rubbing and pushing on Percy's tum tum.

the effect was almost instant and Annabeth pulled her hand away just as Percy started to spurt, the back of his diaper ballooning out with hot mush and hiting his happy spot on the way out and Percy was derpy faced and hand titty milk running down his chin as he diaper humped the air.

"Cumming! Baby Percy ish cumming while going POOPIE in his diapies!" he babbled out.

"heh, you sure are~"

-3 and half months later-

Adjusting to life as a family and living at the camp year round wasn't always easy for everyone, for one there had been a tricky business with calming down Percy's real dad when he found out what Percy had been turned into.

Thankfully Zeus and Hades had manged to calm him down and make him see how much happier their nephew was like this and sea daddy had let it go, though warned Jason and Annabeth that if they ever broke Percy's heart not even his brothers would be able to stop his rage before leaving.

(ironically this threat had made Annabeth have a slight accident and Percy had giggled for almost a hour about how mommy needed diapers too)

Switching all of his clothes into little style ones was anther challenge and then there was the fun of trying to figure out what he could keep from his old life and what he had to give away, though the little yard sale they had for his big boy stuff was helped with Percy in just his diapers and a pair of sandal's running around and gushing over different things and hyping up how kewl they were.

Today however Fall was well underway and Jason was sitting on the front porch with Annabeth sipping on some hot cider while Percy played in the yard.

He was dressed in light black sweat pants and white socks and a pair of light up heel velco strap sneaker, and wearing a light jacket colored blue to help with the chill in the air.

his thick diaper showed under the sweats but after so long in the diapers he only had trouble walking or running when they went up to three diapers just before bed.

Jason had just finished raking up all the leafs into piles before taking a seat on the porch and sighed a little as Percy apparently made it his mission to take out the 'evil leaf aliens from planet FART' via jumping into the piles.

"Remind me why I bothered to rake these when i knew he was coming out to play?" Jason asked, smirking slightly.

"heh,well if I had to take a guess I would suggest that your a glutton for punishment.. or you just wanted to watch him be a cute little dork." Annabeth said and took a sip, then placed a hand on her tummy. "So, I have a question for you."

"Oh?"Jason asked, his hand joining hers on her belly and feeling a little kick.

"How long do we wait to tell him he's gonna be a big brother?"

The end