#dat goofy smile

[tiredpassenger]

Hríd, my beloved! Now with some great facial expressions.

[cherry-poppins]

Drunken Confessions (UF!Sans x Reader)

I'm not good with words but I’ll pour my heart out to you

Drink until my heart and mind are through

I look into your eyes and I see a reflection of mine

I think we’ll be alright

“What do you mean?! Is he alright? Why didn’t you stop him?! Yeah I know it’s your job but still…. yeah yeah I'm on my way, don’t let him leave and keep an eye on him till i get there, i mean it” You hand up the phone with a sigh which quickly turned into a groan. Quickly grabbing your jacket you make your way over to Grillby’s. 

You had received a call from Grillby requesting you to pick up Sans, finding out he was more liquor than skeleton and that he didn't want to deal with San's “drunk ass”.

Kicking the snow of your shoes as you enter the bar, scanning the area only to find Sans slumped over the counter giggling to himself. Well at least he was in a good mood this time.

After hearing the door close, his skull lifted a little to glance over at you. His drunk daze melting a little as he grinned happily at you, waving with enthusiasm and winking at you “eyyy! there'z ma babydoll! whut’s happnin’ hot stuff?~” 

Oh yeah this was gonna be real fun. 

“Saannnsss…..” you let out in a sigh, giving him a sympathetic gaze before asking. “How much have you had to drink?” 

“hmm… not nuff.. haha…” he grinned, giggling to himself. He had multiple shot glasses and a half empty bottle of fire whiskey next to him. He wasn’t exactly a lightweight, the complete opposite actually. Yet whenever he did shots that logic seemed to fly out the window. “oh! I forgot to ask; how do ya like my outfit?” he spun around on the bar chair, striking a pose.

You couldn’t help but smile as you shook your head. Followed by a laugh that you were trying so hard to hide. “I think I'd like it a lot better if you were sober, Sans”

“Well where's the fun in dat, eh~

“Oh my sweet drunk, bone boy…” You whispered sweetly, giving him a sweet look. You couldn’t stay mad at him, not when he was like this. He could get a scolding after his hangover the next morning. “Have you eaten?” You asked as you put your arm around him. He usually forgot to feed himself, something you learned about sans when he got drunk. Which is funny because he loved to eat, anything and everything. 

He takes your hand, giving it a light squeeze with his cold bony hand.  “Nah, ‘m actually pretty hungry.” He says, glancing at you with his wide eye lights and his goofy grin. “Wanna get a slice of pie and watch tv with me, doll?”

You smile at him, squeezing his hand back in recognition. “Pie and Tv sounds fucking amazing right now” you answer as you helped sans out of his chair. “come on you ol’ bag of bones let's get you home”' You paid Sans bill, leaving Grillby a generous tip. Joking that he needed it after tonight, which rewarded you a laugh from the flame monster. A rare treat.  

The wind blew, and the snow was falling lightly. It was such a calm, tranquil night. The only sound was the wind rustling through the trees, the sounds of crunchy snow under shoes, and the occasional chatter between the two as they walked home. 

You breathed in the cold night air, smiling as snowflakes decorated your face, scattering themselves throughout your hair. Looking down at Sans you could help but smile, once again giggling to himself as he recites the worst of puns. With the occasional dad joke or two. They were so bad that you couldn't help but laugh. “So Sans, what were we thinking of watching when we got home?” You ask as you unlock the front door to the house.  

He grinned like a kid in a candy shop, watching you make your way into the kitchen. Fetching the two of you big slices of pie “Shitty movie marathon!” He says in a goofy tone, throwing himself onto the couch. He immediately grabs the remote and turns down the tv volume. He snuggles in close, putting his cold hand on your leg. 

You could help but grin at this, snuggling him back making a comment how fucking cold his hands weren and taking one of them into your own to warm it up. This was a tradition you and Sans had, every few months you and Sans find shitty movies to watch. Usually found at the dump or given to you by Alphys, binge 'em till they’re either so bad you have to stop watching or you fall asleep…. We always fell asleep. "Yeah, Shitty movie marathon!!" You chanted enthusiastically, handing him a slice of pie.

Sans took his slice of pie stuffing his face quickly, his eyes glued to the screen. He seems like he’s having a good time, occasionally stealing a glance at you with a smile. You couldn't help but giggle to yourself, finding San's antics quite charming. You enjoy eating your slice of pie watching a movie about a troll in a city who could magically make flowers grow…. It was horrific but shit talking it with Sans made it all the better. "Still drunk, bone boy?" You couldn't help but ask. 

His eyes widened a little bit, freezing in the middle of swallowing a bite of pie. “Uh-“ he swallowed quickly, gulping down the bite of pie “y-yup.” He glanced away quickly, embarrassed and flushed slightly. He takes a deep breath in through his nostrils, trying to calm his nerves down. He was never very comfortable telling white lies though… he always feels guilty afterwards… he’s never really gotten any better at them. 

You instantly catch onto his lie, his body language and response said it all. Something you picked up with Sans was the lies... Not big ones, lil innocent white lies that everyone tells.But seeing him nervous like that gave you some questions. You thought that was strange, you thought you two were having a good time, what happened. Did you catch him at a bad time? Was he mid thought of something? "You sure? What's up?" You question slightly, giving him a little nudge.

His lips part slightly as he ponders for a moment. He opens his mouth to speak, pausing for a moment. After a couple seconds of hesitating, his face turns a bright shade of red.

“Well…” He starts before turning his gaze. He seems incredibly nervous as his voice gets all scratchy and his hands start to shake slightly. He takes a breath in through his nostrils, letting the air fill his lungs as he pauses. This is unlike the bold and cocky Sans you knew.. But this wasn't new, Sans always had an anxiety issue but he seemed to deal with it very well. 

Putting your plate of pie to the side you take both his hands into yours, rubbing your thumbs along his knuckle. You knew Sans was never good with his words, but he was trying. And you did your best to encourage him when he did. "Sans.... you don't have to tell me what’s wrong but....i want to help you, even if it's something i can’t help with perhaps saying it will give you some peace of mind." You look into his eyes gently, leaning your forehead into his. "I promise  won't think any less of you" 

His eyes soften as he stares into your eyes. Tears started to well up in his eyes. He seemed on the verge of breaking down. He opens his mouth a couple times before finding his voice. For a strong skeleton who could wipe out armies with a single attack, he seemed so fragile. He looks at you with wide, tearful eyes and says the words.

“What are we?” 

oh…

The question completely threw you off guard. So this… this is why he… You didn't know what to say, the look on his face broke your heart. But this explained so much, getting drunk at the bar, the shitty movie marathon which was our tradition!! Why you and Papyrus couldn't find him early that day. Why he was being weird all week! Fuck you were really bad at reading him sometimes. 

You always thought you were together, an unspoken thing between you both. Heck even papyrus thought we were already “mates”, as much as you hated the term as it didn't describe your relationship one bit. Reassurance and confirmation is what he wanted. “Well I thought we were together already…. But i’m guessing a verbal confirmation is what you’d like” 

He nodded slowly, sweat beading down his skull as he avoided your gaze.

You take his head with your free hand, tilting it up to meet your gaze. You spoke softly and sweetly as he listened to every word.“We’re partners Sans, we may not be like every other couple here in the underground but we do we. We may not do the whole “dating” thing but that doesn't make us any less partners. If you’d like, I can take you out on dates and you may take me out on some if you’d prefer.” 

He nodded slowly, whispering a thank you as you ran your thumb along his cheek. That seemed to ease some of his nerves but there was something else. Before you could ask it seemed to already slip outta him.  

“I… I think I love you… ”

A beat of silence followed by a blink before the realization hits you. You feel your cheeks heat up as you try to find the words. But as his gaze caught yours, you looked at him with wide eyes as his was brimming with tears. The look on his face broke your heart, knowing this was very hard for him to do.Yet you were proud of him for saying so… it was a lot of emotions for you to process. So you did the first thing that came to mind. 

“I don't know if this is too soon or if ya not into that shit but i… w-what?” his voice stutters as you pull him into a hug, snuggling into his thick sweater. He tenses at first, unsure how to react but he slowly melts into the hug. 

"I love you too ya bone head.....” You whisper to him before giving him a kiss on the cheek “Thank you for telling me" 

He seems a bit taken aback by the kiss, completely taken unaware as it landed right on his warm, bony cheek. He’s still completely red in the cheeks, his heart starts racing again. The kiss made it completely skyrocket, feeling all warm underneath his shirt. He was still embarrassed from telling you his feelings because he wasn’t really very good at dealing with his emotions in general…but he wasn’t complaining… just very flustered.  

You couldn't help but laugh, overwhelmed with joy. As well as the look on San's face. Huh maybe you should've taken things slow? You weren't exactly the best with relationships, and you were a mess but... Sans said he loved you.... that was good enough for you. " So how are we gonna do this, Now that we’re officially dating?" you couldn't help but ask, slightly nervous. It's not like things were going to be any different right? 

“Well… what do you wanna do?” He says, grinning. His eyes are completely locked on yours with a shy, flirty look in his eyes as he takes your hands in his once again. “I mean do we do what we’ve always done? Or like…” his cheeks start getting red again, him still having to get used to all the lovey-dovey couple stuff that went with dating.

You couldn't help but mimic San's shyness, instinctively averting your eyes occasionally looking back. You weren't usually this nervous, but you weren't used to “proper” relationships or dating... or couple stuff.... You felt a little overwhelmed. You didn't know why, you were fine just before thinking that you two were together. Why should it be any different now?  "Um.... im not sure.. also for the record i'm not really good at the whole lovey-dovey dating thing.... I would be just fine if we didnt what we’ve been doing ya know? " you say anxiously, your voice trailing off at the end. Your heart felt like it was beating outside your chest... and your stomach felt kinda sick. 

“Like yeah I steal your sweater and stuff, you and I flirt and make lewd comments back and forth. we cuddle a lot, occasionally get touchy and shit but I can't….. I don't know if I can do uh…I can’t…” 

Sans eyes widened as you spoke, kinda understanding what you were getting at. He gently stroked his phalanges along your knuckles. He reached his free hand out to stroke the side of your face tenderly. His fingers were cold but soothing on your skin, stopping you mid ramble. He could already tell that you really had no idea about romance or all the cutesy coupley stuff and that you were uncomfortable or unsure about doing anything more. 

He sighed as he pulled you into him, your back against his chest. “Darlin’ we don’t have to do anythin’ you don’t wanna do. ‘Kay?” 

You thank him slightly, hugging his arms around your waist. Grateful that you didn't need to explain yourself and that he was already on board. You look up at him, grinning as he flashed his pretty smile, his gold tooth glinting in the light. You felt safe in his arms, loved under his gaze. And you know too that he felt loved by you. You close your eyes as you hear Sans purr softly, feeling the vibrations from his rib cage against your back. It’s like everything is okay when you’re with Sans. 

… You two were going to be fine

Authors Note:

I wasn't expecting to write another Underfell Sans oneshot and yet here we are…. i also have another oneshot for him lined up but that's gonna be a while. I guess he's my favourite right now? writing wise anyways, I'm trying give love to my other skeletons such as UF and US papyrus, a US Sans oneshot that was requested, Some FSG Sans because theres is not enough content for my man and im so upset!! Like come on!! I'm trying to write as much as i can but its hard because motivation has been lacking and I've been working late nights at my job but hopefully i'll write more soon. Y'all seemed to enjoy my last UF Sans oneshot so hopefully you'll like this one. :) <3 (have i edited this, yes. Do i think its shit writing…. also yes. But i swear i need to post it because this one is "finished" and if i dont post this one now imma still be editing and rewriting it for another few months)

[doveissummerstuck]

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we here chat

Ok this begins now,,,

The iconic a young man stands in his bedroom he really do be standing tho

but thats literally his name guys!!! and I got insulted,,, so sad literally cries

yeah ok pal,,, im still gonna call you zoosmell pooplord,, :/ anyways first character of the comic he's really silly guys look at that goofy smile bro is literally 8D

ok so first the room,, we sharin a bday ,, pretty cool next the fucking cake on the drawer..for what purpose john,, ok next the bed,, banger I love his sheets next the hot male above his bed,, smash /hj next the hammer and nails on the floor??? PICK THAT UP JOHN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! chest go hard tho but why there a cake on it

yeah i can tell about the cakes,, I can tell johnny boy,, o em gee programmaer u nerd (i code for a living) I <3 paranormal lore yall,, and good for u as a magician but fuck dat have to do with the nails and on the floor and the cake on drawer,,,wait bars

i didnt even notice he didnt have his arms what (homestuck brainrot)

dumbass pooplord antics /lh

yea do that remove that oddly placed cake

WHY THE FUCK DID IT TURN BLUEBERRY ....

i would NOT do that ( i would absolutely do that) but I wouldn't put it on his bed,, I've eaten cake in bed to many crumbs :/

get yo arms my manz you you you armless

what the fuck,, WHY ARE YOU HOKDLING UR OWN ARMS,, also why the photo in the chest look like his dad

and they disapereadd with the captachalogeu

oh they fake ik that ( no I didnt) now get up to some silly antics my boy ,,, bruh is a captachaloguemaxxing syalldex sigma 😹 (sorry) anwyas look at the other items

first we got arms

next we got beans???

next we got ultimate silly antics disguise

a book titled Colonel Sasacare's Daunting text and Magicl Rivorioli and Practical Japripory

next we have a book titled wise guy

next we have a sword that looks like its made of white bamboo

a wizard hat that matches the chest

handcuffs

and more beans???????????????????

oh,, ik that tottally, :3 i mean i got most of them right ,, but tf is a beagle puss is that what its called,,, anyways

bro only got 4 lilttle logue thingies bruhh

isnt vernaclaur a vein or something what

yeah bro and u have 2 cakes pls put 2 AND 2 TOGETHER

this is finna be good!!!

ion think bro can equip it

knew he couldnt equpi it,, call me vriska cause I'm pyshcic (that joke made no sense sorry) ,, bro got the worst fecth modus every bro cant access shit,,, bros room finna be looking like he just got passed the blunt,, STACK DATA STRUTCTURE??? nerdy ass fetch modus bruh,, (I love the name) bro I find it puzzling and mildly irritating too bruh oml,,, "but with any hope" but with any hope.. but wwith any hope? but wvith any hope? but wvwith any hope?

sorry yrall ampora moment [the last 1 is my ampora oc guys :::::::;) ]

ok imma shut up now good night or good morning ,, imma contiunwe this later,,

[yakuzacanons]

Hello lovely human! Can I request some headcanons of the guys comforting their s/o after a particularly bad nightmare? 🥺👉👈 (you bet your ass I woke up in cold sweat about half an hour ago and my immediate thought was "damn, this would make for an awesome prompt)

FINALLY I have gotten to ur ask, my apologies for the wait. You are the very last on my list of quite old backlog so I'm glad to be caught up and I appreciate your patience. Headcanons below dat cut.

Kazuma Kiryu

Would just hold you, rubbing his hands on your back or shoulders to soothe you. Wouldn't ask you to talk about it but would listen if you wanted to talk about it. Mostly would just tell you to breathe and hold you gently.

Majima Goro

If you wake up in cold sweat and sit up suddenly or make a loud noise, you might honestly scare him awake too. He might think a threat is nearby at first and be like "Huh?? Wha happened?", nearly springing out of bed. Honestly, that reaction alone might just get a laugh out of you enough so to forget about the nightmare. Otherwise, he'd just hold you while lying down and stroking your hair.

Saejima Taiga

Two words: bear hug. You are getting a bear hug. You are having a bear hug until you feel better or until you fall asleep again. Hell, use his chest as a pillow if you want too while you're at it. That's it, that's all there is to it. Certified Saejima strategy.

Akiyama Shun

Bless his sleepy ass but he is half asleep while trying to comfort you. Rubbing his eyes sleepily while hearing you out. Just drapes his arms around you and leans his head on your shoulder until you both pass out again.

Tanimura Masayoshi

Would ask if you want to talk about it. Either that or he'd volunteer to go get you some water or tea to calm your nerves. Would sit up and hear you out while holding his pillow against his chest.

Ryuji Goda

Honestly, he'd probably try to make you laugh or take your mind off of things. Might say something dumb like "Next time, just make sure I'm in yer dream. And I'll fight all the bad guys for ya." He might not have much to offer in words but he'll find some way to make you smile before the night is through.

Nishikiyama Akira

Actually he's also prone to nightmares so he gets it. Pretty good at soothing you. Would help you slow down or monitor your breathing if it's a particularly intense one.

Daigo Dojima

The second he knows what's happening, he's sitting up in bed, holding you against his chest tightly in his arms. You can talk about it if you want but Daigo also perfectly understands that sometimes you just need to be close to someone and weather the storm. Also one of the boys who'd run his fingers through your hair a lot.

Mine Yoshitaka

He'll sit by the edge of your bed, holding your cheek in his hand or gently stroking your hair. He wouldn't go back to sleep until you felt comfortable again or until you start sleeping again. Mine doesn't really sleep much and is a light sleeper anyways.

Tatsuo Shinada

Similar reaction to Majima except his dumbass would fall right off the bed and onto the floor. His tumbling antics might just make you burst out laughing. Man's a natural slapstick comedian. He'd immediately ask if there's anything you need or that he can do to help. Would also apologize for falling over, as if that's something he'd need to be really sorry about in the first place.

Ichiban Kasuga

Goofy fluffy head is tucking you right back in bed and snuggling you up tight. Would say something like "I'll protect you from the nightmares, don't worry!". He'd also just nuzzle you with affection until you felt better. He wouldn't get surprised to the level of Majima or Shinada but he would at first be like "uhhHH what do I do, what's going on??"

Tianyou Zhao

Like Akiyama, he's a sleepy head. He'll sit up, eyes half open and hair all mussed up. He'd hear you out while leaning his head against the wall or he'd bring you a glass of water and extra pillow for added comfiness. Don't judge him too hard, he's just a heavy sleeper.

Joon-Gi Han

Also prone to nightmares, probably the most out of all the boys. Honestly doesn't sleep much so he might already be awake when you wake from your nightmare. Might even notice you're having one and wake you up for you. Would lay next to you and hold your hand or drape his arm over you until you fell asleep again. Unfortunately not great at offering words of reassurance.

[lily-blue]

There are plenty of (cat)fish in the sea

☆ characters: uni student!wooyoung & uni student!you ☆ genre: enemies to lovers au, college au, catfish au, humour ☆ request: 26. from this prompt list ☆ summary: it takes Wooyoung a single glance at your face to hate you, but only a couple of shots to crave your company ☆ words: 1,1k ☆ dedicated to: @dat-town ♥ ☆ taglist: @soobin-chois​

Freshman you would have sworn you were incapable of holding grudges longer than a couple of hours. But freshman you had thought university parties were about impressing one’s crush with dancing skills instead of hooking up with people one would have rather forgotten about the following morning and never met anyone as impossible as Jung Wooyoung.

These two things had changed when you had not only managed to convince your best friend, Miwoo, to accompany you to your first ever end of semester party everyone had been talking about, but also found a way to dance with San from your elective Contemporary Literature class and steal a chaste kiss from his lips between two upbeat songs. High on adrenaline, you had thought things couldn’t have been more promising, until a random dude had walked up to the two of you and accused you of cheating.

You had known words could cut deep. Although, you would have never thought how easy it was to feel so humiliated by being called a whore when you had known you had never been one of those people. Sure, San hadn’t been your first kiss and you hadn’t been a virgin anymore, either, but you hadn’t played around with men just to break their heart, so the stares you had felt on your trio had annoyed you in many ways. Especially when San had frowned at the dude, then immediately put some distance between you two.

That night you had learned a few things. 1) San and the delusional dude were best friends. 2) The latter had been in a weird relationship for weeks by that time with a person he had never met before, but planned to visit after his exams. 3) His long-distance girlfriend had used your pictures to catfish him. 4) You were able to hold grudges for months when you needed to if it came to Wooyoung.

Your feelings towards the guy usually equalled to being frustrated, pissed, and annoyed, but if any of your mutual friends would have asked, you would have claimed you hated his guts. Because he always made sure people knew he hated you.

Even when he was wasted as hell and refused to go home with anyone else but you.

‘Eyes up here, pal,’ you reminded him once the two of you were left alone in front of Club Vera, in the middle of a party you had willingly skipped because of a crucial assignment that was due by midnight.

It had been Seonghwa who had called you around ten that Wooyoung had had way too many tequila shots, but the oldest of the group couldn’t have come out of the club without being unable to go back inside, so you had no one but yourself to put this fucker back to his place. He was such a menace when he was drunk.

‘Nah, I’d rather look at your boobs. I like them more,’ he claimed with a goofy smile, hazy eyes stuck on your plain, white tee and your missing bra underneath. You made a mental note to not be in such a hurry next time Wooyoung started to beg his friends to call you up because he overestimated his limits.

‘One more word and I’m leaving you here. I’m serious,’ you warned him, genuinely tempted to let go of his arm and leave him to fend for himself, but you were willing to give him one last chance because you remembered the first time Wooyoung had called for you while being drunk and you walked out on him. It had taken the guys and you over twenty hours to find him since he had gotten arrested by the police for wandering around the city in a boxer and fallen asleep in his cell without a care for the world.

‘Why?’ He asked, pulling you back to reality.

‘What why? Because I’m worth more than a pair of boo…’ you started, angry that he openly objectified you and that he only ever needed you when he was wasted. You were also pissed that you cared enough to pick him up, but that was mostly on you. You were tired of playing pretend when you had already forgiven him the day you had seen him crying and throwing up at a party after a girl had confessed to him that she had been using him to get close to San.

Intentionally or unintentionally, somehow, it was always his best friend, never him.

‘You are. But they’re the only things that look different from those pictures. Well, other than your personality. Not that I’m saying I can see other people’s personality, but you know what I mean, right? You’re a lot ruder than she was. Or he. Or they. Who knows nowadays?’ He complained, coaxing a resigned sigh out of you. Here it came again: your urge to comfort him despite how passionately he hated you when he was sober.

It still irked you that he kept talking to your boobs instead of looking you in the eyes, but you didn’t say a word. Instead, you led him to the passenger’s seat, then fastened his seatbelt and jogged to the door on the other side of the vehicle.

On the way to Wooyoung’s place that he shared with San, he kept mumbling under his nose like he usually did. He told you he thought you were pretty, then claimed he hated you. In one moment he was convinced you were the coolest person he had ever met, then he claimed he hated you. He desperately wanted to be with you, but he insisted on hating you.

You sighed again when he eventually fell asleep.

With your smaller build, it was a drag to get Wooyoung out of the car and support him on the way to his bedroom. Especially because he kept mumbling against your skin and munching on your neck while he barely helped with his weight. Yet, somehow you managed.

By the time you got the tipsy guy in bed, he was barely conscious, so you gave up on making him change into his pjs. It was more important that he had painkillers and a glass of water on his bedside table for the morning.

‘My kiss,’ Wooyoung groaned, reaching out for your hand, although he missed it with a good ten centimeters in the dimly lit room with his half-lidded eyes. ‘You can’t go yet.’

You wanted to hate him for acting so insufferable, but you knew he was right. You couldn’t go without reminding him that he was a menace, but kissing his forehead right after as though the fine line between hatred and love had already been too blurry to see. At least, for you.

And him, when he was too drunk to not be in love with you.

the end.

[dolly-macabre]

DICKLES 24 🖤✨

Unedited because fuck it 🤣

Write about your ship cuddling ❤

(Had to make this Snakes N Barrels era because I'm listening to my 80s/90s  playlist) 

“I'm on my waaay! I'm on my waaaaay! HOME SWEET HOOOOME!” Dolly's husky while sweet voice croons in the humid California summer air. She's very much intoxicated. Pickles is by her side with one of her arms slung over his capable shoulders. He would be lying if he said he was sober though. He's pretty much as wasted as his partner, his tolerance is just much stronger than hers. He holds her close, chuckling as she hiccups mid song. 

They approach their apartment door as her singing continues. She's sloshing around a bottle of Rosé wine, her third bottle of the night from the after party they had just attended. He fumbles with the keys and the lock until the door finally opens. 

“Yeah, yeah! We're home alright, Dolls!” Pickles snickers as they cross the threshold. Her arms, now each wrapped around his neck as he sloppily hoists her up in his. 

“Woah there, baby!” Her head just barely misses the door frame as they both tumble through the small kitchen towards their living room. They can't stop laughing together till he finally falls backwards on their musty couch, bringing her down with him. She clings close to his slightly toned body. The bottle of Rosé slips from her grip and lands haphazardly on the shag carpet without breaking. 

“You gooood?” Pickles’ voice slurs as he grabs each of Dolly's cheeks. 

“Mhm!” She giggles as she buries her face into his freckled chest speckled here and there with red hair. 

“Good! Now where's dat bottle ya had?” 

“Floor.” She states simply pointing to the ground. Pickles stretches out as far as he can and grabs ahold of the discarded bottle, taking a deep swig from it until it's empty. His lips then find her forehead, facial hair tickling her skin as he does. 

Dolly lets out a squeaky laugh, her teeth nipping playfully at his neck. 

“Could you two keep it down?? I told you guys I have to work in morning.” Tony grumbles from a few feet away on their secondhand futon. They had forgotten he was crashing here until the exterminator was done at his place. 

“Oh shit, sahrry dude!” Pickles clasps a hand across Dolly's mouth until she slobbers all over it. She doesn't want to be silenced! 

“Forgot you were here, man!” Dolly laughs as Pickles wipes her saliva off on his sleeveless shirt. 

“Whatever… Just get a room or something!” Tony mumbles as Pickles starts dragging his shitfaced girlfriend to their bedroom by her ankles. 

Once she's tossed on the bed, she begins to roll around restlessly in their pile of blankets. Pickles crawls into bed right after her, grabbing her from behind and pulling her close. She shifts to face him, looking up into his beautiful green eyes as she climbs on top of him. She runs her fingers through his sparse chest hair. She's so close, the tips of their noses are touching. 

His lips turn up in that crooked smirk as her hands wander across his torso. 

“Ya like whatchu feel, gorgeous?”

Suddenly her long black nails scratch down his back. Pickles shudders in satisfaction, his lips meeting hers while his hands grasp her ass. 

Their lips part, a trail of saliva still connecting them. Just long enough for Dolly to whisper, “Yeah, I really do.”

He can feel goosebumps raising all over as her fingers run through his long ginger hair. She kisses him this time, moaning softly into his mouth. They're both so sweaty and gross but they're much too inebriated to care. Pickles holds her face in his palms, her eyes becoming heavy as she gazes at him with a goofy smile. 

“Get some sleep, angel. I know yer tired.”

Dolly nuzzles against him, breathing in his musk. 

“Fine… but in the morning you better rock my world!” She yawns loudly. 

“Whatever you say, babe.” He chuckles, petting her disheveled hair while she gives his chest little kisses till she succumbs to sleep. 

[riddle-me-ri]

Scenario: (any riddler you'd think would fit) Edward and his best friend/crush are sitting outside of restaurant for lunch. As they are talking about jobs, how life has changed since they last saw each other and so on. Edward gets the hiccups, causing Y/N to laugh every time he tries to talk until Y/N gets the hiccups too.

a/n: so I’m not gonna lie when I first read this scenario my mind went straight to Young Justice Riddler lol, it just reads him all over lmao sorry for the awkward ending…I wasn’t sure how to end it lmao

Trigger Warning: none

Word Count: 595

Young Justice Riddler x Reader - A Date with the Hiccups

“There you are Eddie!” You quickly got up from your seat to greet your crus-friend. Your friend, Eddie.

Edward had reached out, surprisingly, in a text that he would like to catch up since he was out on parole. 

As much as you wanted to scold him for winding up in Belle Reve in the first place, but for now you can rejoice in seeing him. 

Edward almost passed out from the abrupt and overwhelming contact of your warm embrace. Your arms around his neck, your head nestled beside his. 

If death were to strike him he’d die a happy man. Although his heart kickstarted from hypothetical death when he panicked with what to do with his arms. Thankfully, you didn’t mind it when he settled for wrapping them up and around your back. 

“Uh…h-hey yourself!” Edward replied, hoping he didn’t sound as awkward as he felt. 

“It’s been awhile, huh?” I’m so glad you asked to meet up.” You slowly pulled yourself away and went back to your seat. You gestured for Ed to follow. 

“You know, you’re quite difficult to get a hold of.” You joked.

“Oh, uh…yeah…I know..I-I’m sorry…I-”

“Eddie…it’s okay! I was just messing with you…I understand why, but it does mean a lot that you reached out to me.” You said meaningfully with a sweet smile.

Whatever courage he felt that day to send that message. Edward hoped he could find it again to last through this dat-meeting…hang-out…visit.

“W-Well, I’m glad you agreed to come…I-I wasn’t sure you would.” He chuckled nervously.

“Of course, I would! And I did! Here-” You handed him a menu. “Now to enjoy ourselves!” 

Edward lifted up the tri-fold pamplet and sighed heavily behind it in relief. Then he allowed a goofy gap-toothed smile slip under the cover of the menu. 

After your food and drinks were ordered and arrived, Ed’s nerves had diminished some. 

Just some though, your cute smile and infectious laughs still catch him off guard. Especially when he realized that he’s the cause of them. 

In an attempt to not embarass himself, Edward took generous amounts of sips from his drink. 

“Anyways, enough about me…sorry, I didn’t mean to ramble Eddie. Have you been up to anything lately?” 

“Oh…uh…well…” he snatched his glass again and took more gulps. Noticing his drink is empty for the second time he chuckled nervously. 

All out of diversions. 

“Well, there is this new idea I want -hic-” Edward blinked in shock. He clamped his mouth shut for a moment and then tried to speak again. 

“I want to develop this-hic-” He brought his hand up to his mouth. 

“Uh…I’m…sor-hic-”

While Eddie was struggling with the hiccups. You were doing your best to not laugh out loud. 

“It’s okay…maybe you shouldn’t drink your beverage so fast…” You reached out to pat the back of his hand reasuringly.

Ed gasped at the contact which only caused him to hiccup right after. 

“Yeah…you-hic-have a point-hic-”

You couldn’t help but let a couple of chuckles out. He was just too damn cute for his own good. 

“Gosh-hic- I’m sorry-hic-...this is embarrassing-hic-”

Somehow through your giggles, you managed to get a few more words out. 

“It’s okay, Ed-hic-”

Your eyes widened. 

A beat of silence came over your table. Neither one of you is willing to talk first and endure more hiccups. 

You decide to take the hit. “Well,-hic-this is-hic-awkward.” 

Soon the two of you became a mess of chuckles and hiccups as you both tried to solve the conundrum that is your hiccups.

[restlessmaknae]

spicy noodle love [wish]

wish from epex with an athlete!au + “yeah, you’re in love with me"

➳ Characters: athlete!Wish (Dawit) x athlete!female reader/you

➳ Genre: slice of life, athletes au, fluff

➳ Words: 1.4k

➳ Warning: mentions of injuries

➳ A/N: This story was requested by @tranquilpetrichor for my request event. I hope you enjoy it! ❤️

Masterlist for the request event

➳ Taglist: @dat-town

Kwak Dawit had quite the reputation at the sports centre where you both trained.

Since you had been going there to practise rhythm gymnastics ever since you had been really young, you had seen the boy from time to time. He had come in for gymnastics for a while, then he had done table tennis, then badminton, but the latter two had been at different parts of the institution, not in the main hall where you practised rhythm gymnastics.

On the other hand, ever since he had joined the high jump team, you had been seeing him all the time because over the years, your training schedules frequently overlapped each other’s or mirrored the other’s, leading to more and more chances to see each other around. At first, you merely greeted each other, but after a while, he started dropping comments about your practice performances (how ‘jaw-dropping’ and ‘astonishing’ they were in his words), and it didn’t seem like a coincidence that he started coming earlier or leave later just to catch a sight of your practices (and you). The boy stared at you immensely while you were practising, and it might have seemed intimidating if you hadn’t gotten to know him better.

The truth is, as much of a genius athlete as he was (succeeding in everything he tried his hands at), he was so goofy and silly outside of practices. He also had this giant training bag that he brought with himself, and half of it was occupied by various snacks he bought. Dawit was always munching on something or suggesting to eat together when your training schedules overlapped, and you finished at the same time. You would never question his intentions though because he was the sweetest boy you had ever met, and it was striking how different he was when he was doing sports and when he was off the mat, casually eating with you at the corner store.

However, just as much as everyone praised him and his physical abilities, Dawit felt the weight of it all, and it didn’t just prompt him to do better, it prompted him to do more than he should have. He frequently strained himself and got injuries which held him back from training as usual. It was heartbreaking how he was the first person to tell you to rest when you were struggling with practices and your body was clearly screaming for a break, but he wouldn’t be able to do the same for himself.

No wonder he was quite under the weather when he threw out his back and couldn’t practise for days. You kept in touch outside of practices too, and while you inquired how he was doing, he was always curt with his responses, asking about your side instead. When he eventually came back to practice, he was quite discouraged by the fact that he couldn’t push himself as much as he wanted, so seeing his usual bubbly self buried under his disappointment, you wanted to cheer him up. You suggested eating out, and even though he said he wasn’t hungry (which never happened, Dawit was always hungry), he decided to accompany you.

You were serious about trying to cheer him up, so apart from picking out something for yourself, you picked up his favourite spicy noodles and prepared that in his favourite way before taking a seat beside the boy by the corner store’s window and digging into your own food.

“Eat up! It’s on me today,” you prompted him with a smile as you reached for your chopsticks. The boy stared at the cheesy, spicy noodles (with some corn thrown in there because he died for this combination) for a few seconds before his gaze landed on you.

“You prepared it just how I like doing it,” he stated matter-of-factly, but there was a hint of surprise in his voice. As if he hadn’t told you enough times just how much he liked this combination and suggested for you to try it out yourself.

“I’m a good observer,” you shrugged nevertheless because it was true that you were good at memorising his favourite things because you actually wanted to remember them.

You didn’t know when it had started, but you had grown fond of this boy over the years, and now you were crushing on him pretty intensively. You were looking for his messages all the time, you were looking forward to seeing him at the sports centre each and every time you had practice, you frequently sent over recommendations of food places you think he would like, videos you thought would make him laugh and songs that you thought fit him. When you realised that it wasn’t just about wanting to make him happy, but wanting him to be happy because of you, you knew that you were a lost case. You had fallen into him, and there was no way out. How could you not like him though? He was the most considerate, polite and sweetest person you had ever met, and he put the bar too high for other boys to make you feel even remotely close to how he did so.

On the other hand, it never seemed like the right time to confess to him, and the boy had not done so, so you weren’t even sure that he liked you like that. Obviously, you wouldn’t even ask him about it right then and there when he was moping over his injury, and didn’t even feel like eating.

Nevertheless, Dawit did end up eating all of his noodles, and he became somewhat talkative over the food, so you were relieved that you got him out of his rut - even if it was just for this one night.

As you started rising from the table, you realised that you forgot to buy drinks, so you ran through the store once more and bought two bottles of Dawit’s favourite fizzy drink. When you put the drink on the table in front of him, he looked up at you, and you looked back, smiling gently.

“What is it? Were you stalking me all this time?” He quirked an eyebrow, puzzled, but there was a teasing edge to his words, so you knew that he wasn’t being serious about it. However, you weren’t that sure about what he continued with. “Or do you perhaps… do you like me?”

Your brain shut down for a moment, and you felt your knees buckling slightly. Your heart was thumping wildly against your ribcage, and it felt like a cacophony in your ears with how loud your heartbeat was. You opened your mouth to say something, only to realise that you were unable to mutter a word until a few more seconds passed by in silence.

“Wait, what… I… I…” You stumbled upon your words, and it was just even more of a reason for the boy to push forward with his justification.

“Yeah, you’re in love with me. You should be. Not even my mother knows this combination of mine, there’s no other explanation for it,” he broke it down to you, and you were sure that your face said it all. Your lips parted upon his words, your face resembling a tomato’s, but even despite everything, the boy looked at you patiently, gently, as if he had already made peace with this, and he was ready to hear about your side.

“Well,” you cleared your throat awkwardly before continuing. “It’s true that I don’t dislike you…”

“So you like me,” Dawit pointed it out, and his lips were curled upwards. He found it amusing, and you couldn’t tell whether it was because of that or because you felt like you couldn’t embarrass yourself any further, but you did blurt out eventually:

“Yes, I like you, Kwak Dawit. I’ve been doing so for quite some time.”

Once it was out, you felt like a huge weight had been lifted off your chest. The feeling heightened when the boy smiled that gentle, sweet smile of his with one side of his lips propped up more than the other, and he tilted his head slightly, somewhat endeared.

“Good. Because I like you, too,” he confessed without hesitation as he reached out to ruffle your hair, and oh boy, you had never thought that you would hear these words roll off his tongue at the corner store you frequented, and this realisation dawning on the boy upon your choice of food for him, but you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

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[kayime]

dis face convinced me evn more dat d flower bouquet "gift" is from momo_of course he him self comes as attachment

c how his goofy smile looks d same🤭

[nightfang22]

The Norski and the Themby-Chapter Three

A/N:I hope you're all enjoying and remember gently that I did write this when i was a teenager so it may not be the best.A special thanks to @p34ch-tr33 for all the support and adoration you have for my work.Enjoy!

Warnings:None

Word Count:2.6k

"Female lead vocalist?" I tilted my head in confusion. These were not words that I was familiar with. Tord cleared his throat and translated for me. "Je zou in onze band zingen. Ons belangrijkste evenement, als u wilt." ("You would be singing in our band. Our main event, if you will.") I gulped. "Ik weet het niet. Ik kan nog niet eens goed Engels spreken." ("I don't know. I can't even speak proper English yet.") Tord smiled and laughed. "Het is maar goed dat de meeste van onze liedjes Norsk zijn. En wat er ook in het Engels is, ik zal het je leren. Het zal gemakkelijker worden door de voortgang van onze bijlessessies, dat beloof ik." ("Well, it's a good thing that most of our songs are in Norwegian. And whatever is in English, I will teach you. It will become easier through the progression of our tutoring sessions, I promise.")  I chewed on my lip in thought. I wasn't completely fluent in Norsk but it was so close to Dutch that it couldn't be that hard to pick up on, right? And this seemed like it would be lots of fun. As I continued to contemplate, I heard Patryk gasp. Looking up at him, I saw him faint. That's when I tasted it. Blood. I had bit my lip so hard in thought that I must've accidentally bit through it. I ran my thumb across my bottom lip, smearing the ruby liquid on my finger. Shrugging, I licked it off like it was nothing. I looked at Tord and Paul. Paul was tending to the passed out Pat while Tord was still looking at me expectantly. He was waiting for an answer. Finally, I smiled and nodded once. The grin that broke out on Tord's face was adorable. It wasn't the usual cocky smirk I've seen all day. It was a real, goofy teenage boy smile.

Tord and I sat at his desk in his room as he tried to get me to comprehend the concept of cheese. "Okay, okay. It's like…chewy milk?" I asked, tilting my head slightly to the left. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Tord sighed. "Not quite but, you're getting closer." I rubbed my eyes and yawned sleepily. Tord turned his attention back to me, swiveling in his chair. "You're tired? Perhaps we should take a break." I could only manage a nod as I looked at the clock. It was half passed eight. My eyes bulged. "Faen! I'm late for dinner! Frost is going to kill me!" I yelped. I started hyperventilating. Tord put his hand on my shoulder and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "Nei, he won't. I'll take you home and explain everything to your family. I'm sure that you're parents will be pleased with you making such a nice new friend." There it was again. That smirk. For his sake and mine, I hoped to Thor he was right. We hopped in his car and he drove me home. I gave him directions and it looked as though we didn't live terribly far from each other. At least cycling distance. We pulled up in front of my house. It wasn't much of a spectacle. It was painted a pretty shade of peach on the outside and it was two stories. Mine and Frost's rooms were on the second floor while our parents stayed on the ground floor. He got out and opened the door for me. He squeezed my wrist in reassurance but I was still very afraid. I opened the door slowly and walked to the kitchen, hoping that I hadn't missed dinner after all. Turns out, I was right on time. Papi was just setting the table and Moeder was pulling desert out of the oven. I internally sighed with relief. That's when a cough was heard behind me. I turned around to see Frost standing there with his arms crossed and glaring at Tord. "Nearly late." His Dutch accent pooled venom in his words. "But I'm home now. So you can chill." I muttered under my breath. "Papi, Moeder, Dette er min venn Tord. Kan han bli til middag?" ("Dad, Mother, This is my friend Tord. Can he stay for dinner?") My mother had this small smile on her face as she looked over at my father. He looked Tord up and down from head to toe before motioning for us to sit at the table. Tord took a seat next to me and Frost sat on my other side, glaring at his plate. I cleared my throat. "Um…could we maybe speak in English at dinner tonight? It would really help me practice." I looked around at everyone praying to Loki that I had used the right words. My parents beamed at me as they nodded their heads with excitement.

The usual dinner conversations began. My parents spent most of dinner asking Tord questions about himself, his family, his hobbies, etc. When Tord mentioned that he was in a band, my father's eyes sparkled. Oh no. Here it comes. I looked over at Frost and he looked over at me as we sank into our seats lowly as our father began recounting the days of his mariachi band 'The Cobras'. "Papi, you're embarrassing me." I mumbled. Tord just chuckled as he saw my bright pink complexion. "So, Tord. What kind of band are you in?" My father asked. It was Tord's turn to get excited. A grin broke out across his face as he started talking about his Norski rock band. I tuned in when I heard Tord say my name. "And Lyric has so kindly agreed to be our lead vocalist. They have an excellent voice. You have one talented star on your hands Mr. and Mrs. Aries." Tord said, smiling. It was a genuine smile. I could even see a gap in his two front teeth that I'd never noticed before. It was kind of cute, if I'm honest. I blushed at the thought. My parents beamed at the compliment. "Please, you can call us mom and dad if you like. Any friend of Lyric's is family." My mother threw in. I hid my face by pushing my frijoles around with a fork and looking down. "Mom." I whined through my teeth. This only managed to make Tord chuckle more. "So, you're part of a band now, Paardebloem. That's pretty exciting!" Moeder tried changing the subject once she realized I was flushed and embarrassed. Tord smirked at me a quirked a brow up. "Paardebloem?" I bit my lip which was still sore from earlier. I could only nod. "We call them that because they loved dressing up as a paardebloem when they were a little kid." My mother supplied. My face's shade visibly darkened. "So, do you guys have a practice schedule or anything?" Tord nodded. "Every day after school from 3 to 7. And I'm tutoring Lyric in English so that could always take place after until about 9 if that's alright." Frost looked as if he was about to interject when my father butted in. "Absolutely! You keep them as late as you want! I'm just glad they are finally leaving the house!" My father laughed. My brother's jaw dropped. "But Dad! They're teenagers! They could be lying! What if he's just trying to use her? He's no good, Pops!" My jaw dropped at his words. "Jij klootzak!" ("You son of a bitch!") I stood abruptly. Tears were beginning to well in my eyes. My brother had never acted to rudely before. The Frost I know couldn't even hurt a fly let alone call someone he just met 'no good' or a 'liar'. "Papi, Moeder. May we be excused?" I held back a sniffle as a tear ran down my left cheek, tracking black eyeliner with it. My father looked taken aback by Frost and looked to my mother. She was tight lipped but nodded. Frost went to stand and Papi's hand shot out to grab his wrist across the table. "Not you, young man. We need to have a serious talk about your behavior and how it's affecting your sibling." He said sternly. Frost glared but nodded, returning to his chair.

As I turned to head towards the front door, Tord's wrist in my hand, my mother spoke up. "Why don't you show Tord around, Paardebloem? You can show him your studio if you'd like?" My face flushed pink. I softly smiled while nodding. I detached from Tord to give my mother a hug. She rubbed my back comfortingly and gave me one last squeeze before whispering in my ear. "Just don't be too hard on your legs, okay?" I nodded softly as I pressed a kiss into her hair. She let me go and I asked Tord if he'd like a tour. He nodded and I looped my arm in his, starting for the living room. "So this is the living room. That's my Papi's recliner," I pointed to the periwinkle velvet chair in front of the tv, "and that's my Moeder's loveseat." I gestured to the purple mini couch next to the bookshelf filled with Dutch romance novels. "What's that?" Tord asked. I turned my head to see what he was talking about. He was staring at the wall of family photos. I tugged him over to it. 'This is what my Papi refers to as "The Aries Family Wall of Fame'. Anybody important enough to be on this wall is drilled into our family forever." I looked up at Tord. He was looking at all of the photos of my family. We all looked quite a lot alike. I noticed his eyes straying back to one specific photo. "Who's this?" He asked. I peered closer at the photo. It was my little sister, TJ. "Oh, that's my little sister. She died when she was one." I said. He looked apologetic. I shook my head. "It’s okay. I was only four when it happened and I barely remember it. Come on. There's more to see." I pulled him all around the house. I showed him my mom's office where she spends all day writing her novels, my dad's piano room, my brother's indoor batting cage, etc. That's when we came to my room. Honestly, I was kind of nervous to show Tord my room. I mean this is my sanctuary. It represents everything that I am in one room. I took a deep breath as we entered. "And this is my room." I walked in before him and outstretched my arms. He looked around the room almost fondly. Tord observed the posters and framed sketches on my wall. "These are incredible. Your room is really nice." He complimented. "Thank you but we're not done yet." I grabbed his hand and led him to a ladder under a hatch on the ceiling. He looked at me quizzically as I grinned. I pulled down the hatch and climbed up the ladder, motioning for him to follow. We were now in what looked to be an observatory. All rounded glass doming is what constructed the room and everywhere you looked there was some type of artistic medium. There were easels and canvases and paint. There was a computer for digital art. There was a mic stand and amps with a DJ set up. Anything artistic that you could think of, I had it. "This is my studio." I said. I flopped down on one of the chairs in front of my mic set up and Tord joined me, looking around the room in awe. "This is amazing. You must spend a lot of time here, yeah?" I nodded my head looking up at the stars through the glass ceiling. "It's the one thing that no one can ever take away from me." I looked at Tord and he was looking at me with a soft smile. "I'm surprised that your english is so good." I nodded my head. "These are all words that Frost has used with me before." Then I remembered his actions downstairs and at school. "Also I'm really sorry that he was so rude to you. He's not usually like that." I looked at my hands in my lap. Tord came over and sat on the arm of the chair I was in. "Hey, it's okay. Really. People usually have a bad first impression of me. I'm used to it." I looked up at him and he was really close. Subconsciously, I leaned in closer for a better look. I hadn't noticed before but Tord had a light dusting of freckles across his cheeks. He had a pretty sharp jawline as well. His eyes were a gorgeous silver color in the direct light. He was beautiful. I felt his hand find it's way into my hair and he started to lean in. His eyes were heavily lidded and he mumbled something in Norwegian. "Hm?"

There was a knock on the hatch and we broke apart. I opened it to see Frost. "Ja?" I asked. He looked from me to Tord with distrustful eyes. Frost had never looked at me like that before. It was almost scary. "Mom and dad say it's time for Tord to go but you have permission to go to his house or he can come here as much as you both would like." He grumbled as he climbed back down my ladder. I looked at Tord apologetically. He waved a dismissive hand. "It is pretty late and a school night. I'll see you in class tomorrow?" He asked as he walked back downstairs with me. I nodded. "Yeah, want me to walk you to your car?" I asked. He nodded and said his goodbyes to my brother and my parents. Frost just crossed his arms and huffed while my father shook his hand happily and my mother hugged him, telling him he could come by as much as he'd like and that he was such a nice young man and that we'd make adorable babies. "Moeder!" I grabbed Tord's hand dragging him out of the house as fast as I could. We walked up to his car and he looked at me. It was silent for a second. He cleared his throat. "I uh, I guess I'll see you tomorrow. Bye, Lyric." He waved before climbing in his car. That's when something hit me. "Wait!" He turned to look at me. "When we were upstairs, in my studio. You said something but I didn't hear you. What did you say?" He chuckled. Walking closer to me, he put one hand on my cheek while the other held my waist, pulling me flush against him. "I said, 'Pokker, du er vakker, løvetann'." ("Damn you're beautiful, dandelion.") That's when he did it. He leaned in, closing his eyes, and kissed me. It was my first kiss. My eyes fell shut as I kissed back. He tasted like cinnamon and spice. The kiss ended all too soon for my liking. "I'll see you tomorrow, løvetann~." And with that, he got in his car and drove away. I walked back inside to see that my mom was grinning at me. Before she could bombard me with questions, I ran up to my room. I flopped down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. It was a text from Tord.

Tord: Yes, I still have your bike and yes, I'm picking you up for school tomorrow. You won't be biking to school ever again if I have anything to say about it. ;)

I giggled and just sent back a smiley face. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

[0bviouslyem1ly]

My oc Evan x regressed reader (Gender neutral.)

This is Evan! He's my oc in the story I'm writing, and I love him sm. For some context, here's a bit about him!

-He's the classic gay best friend. He's like the golden retriever best friend/boyfriend.

-He's very sweet and goofy, and extremely overprotective of you.

-He loves you to death, and is always there for you, no matter what.

-Super supportive, super loving bestie 💕

-He's a Gemini, for anyone wondering!

-He's 5'8 :)

Warnings/Extras: Your little age being 4, pet names (Sweetie/sweetheart, cutie, little one, ect), helping you change into a onesie pajama outfit, pacifier and sippy cup uses. Evan calls himself bubba or baba, and reader isn't specific on a nickname for him.

PLEASE FORGIVE ANY MISTAKES, I ONLY RE-READ THIS ONCE.

Evan had invited you over for a sleepover. It was a rainy Friday night, 8:52pm. He was making popcorn in the kitchen, multiple different kinds. There was a bowl of kettle corn, a bowl of cheesy popcorn, and a bowl of white cheddar popcorn, covered in caramel.

He grabbed all three bowls, carefully setting them on the coffee table in the living room. You were sitting on the couch, watching TV. Evan then plopped down next to you. "So! We have cheese powder covered popcorn, caramel popcorn, and kettle corn! What movie do you wanna… "

He went silent, realizing you were fidgeting with your fingers a bit, bringing them up to your mouth. "Is everything okay, y/n?" He asked in a caring and gentle voice.

"Yeah…" you said, looking down at the popcorn. "Are you feeling small?" Evan asked, raising his brows. You then slowly nodded.

"Aw, that's okay, little one! It doesn't matter, okay? I'll take good care of you, sweetie. Can you tell me how old you are right now?"

You put up 4 fingers. "Okay, now, I have some little gear here for you, as always. Would you like bubba to get you some pajamas?"

"Yes, please." You say softly. Evan gets up, and very gently lifts you up into his arms, holding you like you were the most fragile and special thing in the universe. He carries you into the guest room, which was pretty much your bedroom at his house, at this point. He set you down, and opened up the white dresser drawers.

"Okay, do you wanna wear that blue star onesie you liked last time? The material is really soft, so it'd be perfect for bedtime." He grinned. "Yes, please!" You say, smiling a bit. He pulled out the thick and soft onesie, and set it atop the dresser.

"Okay, arms up, little one." He said, as he gently helped you get your top off. "Alright, good job. Now, can you get your bottoms off? Or do you need baba's help?"

"I fink I got it." You say, carefully removing them. "Good job, little one! Now, one leg at a time, okay? Right leg first."

He helped you slide your right foot in, and then the left one. He pulled the onesie up, and buttoned the snap clips. "There you go, sweetie. Is that comfy for bed?" "Yes, it's perfect!" You exclaim.

Evan then picks you up again, grabbing your paci out of the other drawer. He hands it to you, and carries you into the kitchen. "You want some hot chocolate, sweetie?" You nod frantically, and clap your hands excitedly. "Yeah!" You exclaim, smiling happily. Evan begins to heat up the milk.

Once it was heated up, he scooped some hot chocolate powder into the mug, and mixed it up. "Would you like it in a sippy cup, sweetie?"

You nod again. He grabs out a little blue sippy cup, rinsing it out before pouring the hot chocolate into it. He screwed on the top, and handed it to you.

"Thanks!" You smile, gratefully sipping the hot chocolate. "Now, let's go watch a Disney movie, or maybe a cartoon… hm… well, what do you wanna watch, sweetie?"

He picked you up, and carried you out of the kitchen, turning off the light as he did so. He set you down on the couch, and sat next to you. "Okay, which popcorn bowl do you want, y/n?"

"Dat one!" You point to the one of the flavors you want, and he carefully sets the bowl between you two, so you don't accidently spill it. "There you go, baby. Now, what show or movie do you wanna watch? We could watch a Disney movie, or a nice cartoon. Maybe Bluey or Pj Masks?"

You select the show/movie you want to watch, and Evan turns out the light. He made sure the heat would kick in later on because it was going to be a cold night, and he wanted you to stay nice and warm. He sat back down by you, and kept occasionally checking on you, getting you anything you need. Eventually, you fell asleep.

Once you were asleep, Evan turned off the TV, and moved the popcorn bowl. He then covered you up with a blanket, and kissed you on the forehead before he cuddled up and fell asleep, too.

[allthingsfook]

can i get a ship, please? im asking anon due to my lane preference being on my profile! :)

i am 5’0ft and on the thicker side (more down towards my lower half). i have honey blonde hair that hits in the middle of my back. i can be described as a funny outgoing social butterfly, but i also can reserved due to who i am around or how i am feeling. i love to make others smile and laugh. i love being outdoors either with my dog or in my hammock reading. if it is a rainy day or a day i am feeling a dat under the weather, i stay inside watching movies and cuddled with my cats. i love nature and love the entire earth. i am a huge environmental freak. i also hate to consume red meat because one i just get sick and two it just isn’t for me (not judgement towards others who eat it tho). i love to read, write, and dance. i also really love meditation, please it is my time to be by myself, relax, and self reflect. i am a education major because i believe teachers are very important to society, and we are in need of better teachers who understand and care. i am very passionate and determined about things i want to do or need to do. i hate dishonesty and violence. violence kind of gives me the shakes and the jitters. im not a huge hugger unless i am completely and utterly in love with you. i also have a very open mind and up for debates and discussions with my partner as long as they are up for it and will not argue to try to force their side on me :)

thank you < 3

Hello amazing anon!!! THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart for being so patient! I did not forget about you 💗💗

I ship you with…

Sammy!!!! Screaming Sammy for your ship!!!!!

Socially, you and Sam are similar. No doubt he is the life of the party; always smiling, laughing, joking… I think people tend to overlook his professional/serious side. He is extremely smart in anything he puts his mind to. His work ethic is impressive along with his dedication and creative vision.

Nature would be a huge bonding point for you and Sam. If you wouldn’t have said it, I would have. Sam in a hammock with Rosie?! Sounds like everyday he has off! Imagine the both of you cuddling in a white linen hammock, tied between two shady trees. The breeze softly blows the both of you, rocking you to slumber. The faint noise of your dogs rustling in the background.

During those gloomy, rainy days Sam would be so down for a movie marathon and homemade meal. He’d let you pick out all the movies, then whine a little bit when you present that one movie you watch 24/7! He’d be in charge of the meal, making you his favorite vegan meal ☺️

As for hobbies, Sam would be totally down for anything! Get that man dancing!!!! Watching him let his guard down and be utterly goofy with you would be worth the world! When you need time for you; a break from the hustle of his life..Sam would be the first to support you and give you space. While meditating, I could see him admiring you from a far. Taking in your peaceful beauty with his whole being.

Sam would adore your career path, as he grew up with amazing mentors that happened to be teachers. Honestly, I could see Sammy being a teacher if the boys hadn’t perused music. I don’t feel like he lets it shine as much now, but he’s a HUGE nerd. His love for space, lore, and nature makes him extremely inquisitive which leads him down rabbit holes when he’s ‘researching’ 😂

Sammy is also a really passive person, aside from his playful sass! He is enamored by people and how we interact, especially when we are curating a beautiful planet and society. If he had the world in his hands, it would be extremely peaceful and everybody would be required to adopt a pitbull 🥰

Any Kiszka boy is up for a healthy debate, so I’ll open it up to any of them. I could see you going back n’ forth with Sam over something random, but I could also see all of you hanging out and josh picking your brain on various topics OR Jake rambling on about such philosophical bullshit that you can’t tell what the hell he’s saying 😂 (they all tend to do that often)

Anyway!!!! I hope you enjoy your ship… for being so patient I wanna make you a collage and ship you a song as well 😊 I hope this finds you well after all this time 💕

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Ah. Here we go again. Struggling to draw some big owl eyes 👁️👁️🦉 siiiiigh~

Using some reference pics of Bokuto by artist @diabolism666 in making this BokuLia selfship art--

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Red XIII is a cat software running on dog hardware.

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[tonberry-yoda]

HALLOOO AGAIN ITSA MEEE

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to say you is speed is an understatement- i too, get excited when i see you posting croc man content- your writing is just muah 💪💪💪💪

Also- yes i would like a nickname :D, dats hec COOL-

Behold,

✨Helicopter anon✨

Bc ykno- it goes brrrr and brrr is good for health 😌

ANYWAY- HERES ANOTHERRRR

I hope im not spamming requests- you can take your time of course 😤

These are just ideas for you :)

Ok business time 👹

👏Crocman dad👏trying👏to👏protect👏his👏child's👏innocence 👏

Like crocodile has bad habits right-: smoking (a l o t o f s m o k i n g), mafia business, cussing, angery and stuff like that.

To start- He wont smoke around his child, if his child appears out of nowhere he would most prob like yeet his cigar somewhere HAHAHAHAH

Doesnt talk about his underworld business when his child is present, imagine his agents or his clients coming in straight up with details of his work like "sir i got rid of tha-" *croc staring daggers at dem with his kid playing in his office*

Also, since he spends alot of time with his wife and child, when there is a needed time to k e e l somebody he just hands his child that he's holding, to his wife c a l m l y and the wife who knows whats abouta go down and just goes "whoops lets go buy ice cream shall we" *walks away* bc queen knows 😌

He just avoids everything possibly bad

I hope this gave you some ideas-

Again, you can take 1% of these or add and its still foine

Thank youuuu

HAVE A GDAY GDAYYYYY✨😤

OH MY GOODNESS, i was waiting for you to put in another request lol. i love your requests so much they give me so much writing inspiration! seriously though, your requests are amazing. And helicopter anon is literally perfect, when i tell you me and my sister were cracking up when you chose that name. I love it. and i love these croc as a father writings, they are so good! now onward! i did what i could, so please enjoy and have a great day helicopter anon!! <333

Croc as a father part 4!

Warnings - none!

Word Count - 550

Notes - again, thank you for the request helicopter anon! i love these and now my requests are finally open so you can request another if you're down!! have a great day and i really hope you enjoy!!! stay hydrated!!! <33333 (image not mine)

and now requests are OPEN!!! please check my pinned post before requesting!!

“Dear,” you played with the collar of Crocodile’s button up trying to ignore the cigar smoke flying around your face. “I've been meaning to talk to you about…” you flicked his cigar and he giggled, kissing your neck. “This.”

“Huh?” Crocodile moved from his neck looking down at his cigar. “This? What about this?”

“Uhm… It's just… our son. I don't want-”

“Oh, I haven't been doing it around him.”

You tilted your head, trying to think back to the times of all of you hanging out together. “You haven't?”

“Nope. You think I want my six year old to know what I do for a living?”

You giggled and played with the bottom of Croc’s hair. “I don't know why I ever doubted you.”

If Crocodile was being fully honest with you though, it was the most impossible thing he had to do. Hiding your mafia identity from a sporadic child was hands down the hardest thing in the world.

For example, one time, he was just in his office working when his six year old burst in the room making airplane noises as he ran back and forth with a toy plane. Crocodile has never thrown something so long and far, but his cigar ended up on the other side of the room while his child turned to him with a goofy smile asking what that was.

Or when Crocodile was teaching his son how to use a map and one of his employees walked in.

“Sir, we took care of the body you wanted us to hi-”

Crocodile had never stared at someone with such force. He pointed to his child who was coloring the map with sharks and fish and pointed to the door, forcing his employee out.

All Crocodile’s son knew Crocodile to be a big teddy bear. Someone who would help him whenever he had a nightmare. Someone who loved his momma with all of his heart and soul. Someone he looked up to.

Crocodile knew that eventually he would have to tell his son about his business, hopefully have him take it over when the time came. But for now he was learning. Trying to figure out the world. The last thing he needed to know was Crocodile’s grudge against Monkey D. Luffy and the fact that he had been to jail and that he had committed multiple crimes. That was for another day.

Whenever he was curious though, it was always your job to step up.

“Honey,” Crocodile handed you your son, his employees standing behind him. “I have to go take care of something. Take him out to go get some frozen yogurt and get yourself something nice, love.”

He placed a kiss on your head and your sons, walking out of the room with that evil, but sexy look on his face that made you swoon.

“Momma?” You set your son down and grabbed his hand. “Where’s daddy going?”

You just smiled and rubbed the top of his jet black hair. “He's going to work dear.”

“What does daddy do for work?”

You grabbed the keys off of the wall and smirked. “Daddy takes care of business, buddy.”

You kissed him on the forehead and took him out for frozen yogurt while Crocodile did just that.

Take care of business.