#it still isnt all put away but shh

[topaz-luckdragon]

Achievement unlocked: washed and folded laundry on the same day!

[tan1shere]

Hi I was wondering if you could please write a billie fic where she comforts the reader? it could literally be anything at all i just like the hurt/comfort or angsty that ends off fluffy kinda stuff if that makes sense!! 💙

You're My Comfort

Billie Eilish x female reader !

A/n: coming rightttt up !! Enjoy, babe <3 (this is a lil short I'm sawry ☹) -alsooo dunno If you just put that heart or want to be on my emoji anons, just lmk if so !

Summary: you had been struggling lately, and like always you bottled it up, til you were at your breaking point. But rest assured billie was there to pick you back up again.

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, anxiety attack and slight depression, bit sad but fluffynezzz near da end 😇

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You loved weather like this, it made you feel comfortable and secure in your own weird little way. You've always loved the rain. The foggy atmosphere. As crazy as it sounds it brought you joy. So when Billie found you out, laying in your guys backyard. Letting the rain drench your body. She knew you were at your happiest. Or were you?

No. The answer was no. You had been a tad more distant with her recently and it did worry her, you were always so bubbly but she was very aware of the depressive states you'd occasionally get into. It worried her more so, the fact she never knew when. You'd keep it to yourself because you never wanted to feel like a nuisance. Like you were troubling her. But little did you know she'd help massively. She came out, seeing your body laying down, back against the grass. It was pouring down, you were truly soaked and maybe even a little cold. You felt cold regardless. Icy.

She got on the ground with you. "Talk to me." She said calmly. Looking to her side at your face. You had silent tears which she thankfully couldn't see. You didn't respond at first. "Please." She pleaded, grabbing your hand and placing it in hers. You could be in mud and she'd still join you. You didn't know why you weren't worth the trouble. Your head turns to face her, blank. No emotion. "Isnt the rain pretty." You averted your attention back on the dull sky. Making her sigh. "Baby, Somethings really bothering you. Are you getting into a depressive state again?" Again, no answer. But if she kept going you might just break.

"Are you feeling gross-?" - "Yes billie. I'm feeling disgusting. I feel stupid and i don't even know why, maybe it was that dumb interaction I had with that lady the other day. Maybe I'm freaking out like crazy because I can't seem to get this little tiny demon. Out. Of. My. Head."

She stared at you in shock as you were shaking, you hadn't even noticed. But now tears were streaming out. Billie immediately wraps you in her embrace, saying nothing. Letting you cry in the safety net of her arms. Your eyes soon shut letting out all that pent up emotion, that you tried so desperately to get rid of. Turns out you needed what Bill was doing. You needed that kind of warmth. Being in your true happy place. Her hand strokes your hair sweetly, her chin resting atop your head. Wishing she could take all your pain away.

You sob into her chest, shaking uncontrollably. But not because you were cold. Your heart rate picked up, feeling every little thing come crashing down. She rocks you in her arms, giving quiet shh's repeating "You're ok. Its fine." Until your breathing eventually calms down, getting over that pesky anxiety attack. "There you go." She speaks, moving your wet hair out of your face.

"I'm worthless Bil." Her brows furrow. "Where on earth is that coming from love?" You shrug. "My brain, it keeps repeating it. Over and over." She looks in your eyes. "Well say that it's not true and tell it to go find some other mind to bug. You're not worthless baby, you're amazing. And strong might I add. Dealing with this almost every day. I'm proud of you." Your eyes gleam as she says those 4 words, having a small smile on your face after what felt like weeks. It warms her heart tremendously. Missing that smile heaps. Her arms wrap you in such a warm hug briefly.

"I get you angel girl. Always have, yeah?" She explains, pulling back to cup your face. "But you need to let me in. Please." You want to now. Even if you and billie haven't been dating for long, you knew you were in love with her. And that kept growing and growing each day. "Let me help you I'm here, and I always will be." You nod at her, a thumb swiping under your eye shortly after. The rain continues to cascade over you both. "Billie?" She hums in response. Admiring your features. "I think i love you."

A long pause emerges making you panic. "Well I mean- not think that sounds a bit mean and i-" Her lips meet yours in a soft kiss. Shutting up that silly rambling. "You're adorable." She laughs a little. "I love you." Your eyes light up as she says that. "You're truly my comfort Billie, thank you for that." She smiles big time, bringing you back into her arms. "Head up baby girl, I ain't leaving."

"Promise?"

Her smile grows.

"Going to put a ring on that finger. I promise."

:,)

[ghostgirl-22]

Pretend that you love me

18+ !NSFW!

Day 9: Roleplay

A/N: sorry for the delay…life’s been busy

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It starts like this. Patrick on his knees in Art’s bed staring at him, jewel colored eyes darting back and forth rapidly. He’s too close. They’re too tipsy.

“Pretend I’m her.”

“Patrick, that makes…no sense.”

“Why? It’s not like we’re gonna fuck. Just gimme the set up. You came over we’re watching Scary Movie—“

“Not Scary Movie. A scary movie,” Art hiccups.

“Whatever, she’s invited you over. Her bunkmate is gone for the weekend. You’re watching a scary movie. Now what?”

Art can smell the vodka soda on his breath. Which makes him think about Justin. Stupid Justin. The richest kid in their year. Justin who Art wishes Patrick wouldn’t spend so much time with but who always gives Patrick whatever he wants. Even free contraband in the form of half a bottle of vodka and even a dollar and a quarter to buy a coke from the vending machine. They drank more vodka than coke. Justin’s cooler than Art and acts like he’s Patricks best friend. And no, Art’s not jealous. He just hates to feel left out. But whatever, Patrick is his bunkmate. It’s not like he’ll be able to ditch him.

Art? Anybody home? Don’t throw up, I'm all out of excuses if Mr. VanDorn gets suspicious about why your sick again.” Patrick says.

“ ’m not gonna throw up,” Art says, blinking slowly.

“Well? Come on. Remember when I helped you jerk off.” Patrick says it so casually, grinning. “I can help you with this too.”

“That’s different,” Art says rubbing his eyes. He’s so dizzy. Patrick is so close. Art remembers jerking off with him at the same time before either of them had girlfriends. He remembers Patrick grabbing him and helping him once when they were on summer vacation and he spent 2 weeks at Arts house. Art definitely had his eyes closed the whole time. Definitely.

Art hiccups again.

“You drank too much,” Patrick grins. “You’re fucking plastered.”

“I drank the same as you,” Art says.

“I know… and you’re a fucking light weight.”

Art’s so tired of him being so much better than him at everything. Everything.

“Fine pretend to be her.”

Patrick smirks and settles right next to him on the bed. The beds so small there’s barely any distance between them.

“Thanks for coming over baby,” Patrick says in a high pitched voice that sounds nothing like Stacey’s.

Art snorts. “Dont do it like that. You’re gonna make me laugh.”

“How do you want me to do it?”

“Normal, just… just… your regular voice.”

“Okay pretend I’m your hot blonde girlfriend.” Patrick says softly.

“You think she’s hotter than Ashley?” Art hiccups. He doesn’t know why he cares whether or not Patrick thinks she’s hot at all.

“Why would I think that? Ashley’s my girlfriend.”

“Even though you’re fucking Britney.”

“Shh that was one time and the goal is to get you laid not talk about me. Focus sweetheart.”

“You’re the sweetheart,” Art mutters, feeling silly right after he says it. He’s too tipsy. He’s gonna mess this up. “What would you do if it were you?” Art asks, trying to take the pressure off.

Patrick puts an arm around him, fingers in his hair. “You look beautiful,” he says gently.

Art looks at him ready to laugh but Patrick doesn’t look away, he’s soft, his glittering eyes the only thing betraying how much the alcohol is affecting him.

“Pretty girl. You’re all mine, huh?” Patrick says, so soft.

Art feels himself flushing, Patrick doesn’t seem bothered at all, maybe he’s just that drunk. He leans in and even kisses Art on the mouth. Art is still for a moment, like his brain isnt properly comprehending what’s happening. He’s kissing Patrick, his lips are so soft. He can feel him breathing. He’s kissing Patrick and it makes no sense in his addled brain. But his body is going full steam ahead. He opens his mouth and kisses back. There’s no sound just ambient noise in the hallway and other dorm rooms and Patrick’s breathing.

The kissing feels so good. The way it feels when he’s making out with Stacey. He even feels his balls tightening up, his cock starting to swell as Patrick cradles his head and neck. Art wonders if Patrick realizes what he’s doing or if it’s all the alcohol. Art’s body is so lit up he can feel everything. He feels Patrick pushing him down on the mattress and he relaxes into it. Never breaking the kiss.

Patrick moves on top of him deepening the kiss. It no longer feels like it did when they started, it doesn’t feel anything like how he’s ever been kissed before. It’s something… intense… dominating. Like Patrick is claiming him with his mouth, tongue sliding in and out like…

“Fuck,” Art pulls back panting. He’s on his back, Patrick between his legs, he’s achingly hard from the kissing alone. He knows Patrick can feel him because he can feel Patrick. Patrick drops his head, looking down at Art’s chest. Art has the strong urge to put his fingers in Patrick’s hair, reassure him, but something makes him stop.

“I uh— I think I get it,” Art says, forcing a stupid laugh. His body is screaming. He’s a live wire. All nerves. He can still feel Patrick. He needs to get away or he’s gonna do something stupid and destroy their friendship.

He pushes off of the bed to run in the bathroom…acting like he’s gonna throw up or something but instead he just locks the door and leans against it. He starts touching himself. He bites his tongue so hard to keep from moaning that he can taste blood. He slides down to the floor, breathless and shaking when he’s done. It’s the best orgasm he’s ever had. He’s so fucked. He takes his time to catch his breath and come to terms with whatever this might mean…

He’s got a girlfriend. Patrick’s got a girlfriend. He enjoys making out with her very much and he really… really wants to lose his virginity to her tomorrow. He doesn’t want to think too hard. And thankfully he was raised by a British mother who wouldn’t say anything if she saw an elephant in her friends lap because “it’s not polite.”

He cleans up and goes back in the room, dreading what he’ll find. But Patrick’s back to being Patrick. He’s watching ESPN and scrolling Facebook on his laptop like nothing happened, thankfully in his own bed.

Art gets in own bed and they go back to normal so easily it’s weird that Art was ever worried.

Everything’s normal. So normal. Except maybe the little ache he gets in his chest now everytime Patrick smiles at him.

[haolovre]

“Come and save me”

“ he’ll appeard in her dream, but now also in real life, but really. is it real life?”

superman!gunwook x reader

oneshot (but if u guys want a part 2 i ‘ll make one just let me know!)

a/n:this gunwook came up my mind today. hes so ininwijwnihnwisnzj, also these stuff take hours so bear with me. This fic has a open ending so yeah

genre: - (im stupid)

word count: idk it looks short so

divider by @cafekitsune

warnings : missspelled words, bullying

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Normal day at school, you walk in and kaboom water all over you. It was common for this to happen too you and u werent even shocked about who keeps doing them, hwang wonyoung and park eunchae, the popular kids who gets there fame by bullying people. And u were so damn lucky to be one of them. People were afraid to help you, because they dont want the sams happening too themselves. You ran to the toilets to clean urself up.

After some time you came all dry out of the bathroom. Most of the students went to class already, so you hurried to your class. Luckily u were on time..

Time skip!

School is done! Lucky for you, u still have 2 hours of tutoring sessions. So u went to the library and sat somewhere. Your junior, Kim Yujin came right on time and you started on tutoring him

As the two hours went fast u two bid eachother goodbye and you went home.

You did your homework and washed up then you hurriedly turned on your tv to be on time with Boys Planet. U watched for a bit until u were sleepy.

U went to bed with a dream that the bullying will stop.

U woke up the next day, and the cycle will not end, getting bullied, tutor a junior, do homework and sleep. The schedule went on and on. You already went to a teacher asking for help, but no luck as the two bullies came from wealth.

on saterdays u would work at en park cafe, owned by the park family. The owner is friends with your mother and that is how you got the job there. Even tho its ur bully, park eunchae’s family, there much more kind than she is. Its a small business cafe but very cozy. You often worked alone there on how small the cafe was, but mostly ms park helped you.

“Alright it’s the end of the month what means you, yoon y/n get your paycheck.” Ms park gets a envelope from the cash register. “Shh don’t tell that im giving u a tip.” She puts the envelope in ur jackets pocket. “Well off u go know its getting dark.” “Alright ms park ill be going now have a great night !” as that u opened the door and waved goodbye to her. “Bye bye sweetie.” The walk from the cafe and to your house isnt far so the walk was short.

You went to take a shower, dried off and went to sleep.

the next day your teacher announced that there will be a new student. “Well class meet park gunwook your new classmate! Please sit next to yoon y/n. Yoon y/n please raise ur hand” as you looked up seeing the student. Atleast 6 ft tall, black hair but from the lighting it looked dark gray (grandpa alert) ,” hey! Im gunwook.” He smiles “your name is yoon y/n right? Beautiful name!” “Oh yeah thank you, your name is pretty too!” You two were interrupted by the bell.

“Oh well thats the bell, what is our next class?” You quickly grabbed the schedule “math..” you answered “ in class a5”. Lets go before we get la-“ splash. Water hitted your face “HAHA! Awh poor yoon got her all wet weh weh. What are u going to do? Go cry in the washroom” hwang wonyoung great oh great. “What the hell was that! Y/n are you oke? God damn, have you gone mad” gunwook grabbed wonyoung at her collor and shoved her against a locker. “What the hell is wrong with you!” “Why do you care about her she is pathetic”

“Pathetic? You think she is pathetic? Your the pathetic one, splashing water on someone is pa.the.tic.” You were shocked. No one stood up for you ever. Wonyoung looked horrified “Well wait until my father will hear about this”

she tried to run away but gunwook’s grip was to strong. “Why are you even trying to run away? Poor y/n couldn’t so why can you?” He said in a petty tone. “I - i- u will get expelled if you keep doing this gunwook my fa-“ “im not scared of ur father.” he cutted off her sentence.

as this ‘fight’ went on u actually never paid attention to the fight. Instead u looked at his features. Gunwooks features. You didnt cared about all this for you, u only were looking at him.

ur hero with no cape

* thringgg

the bell went…

“y/n! y/n? Y/N!” You slowly woke up from your dream… “oh finally your awake its almost 7 am you need to hurry to school!” Your mom screamed at you.

You suddenly realized… it was all a dream, a dream u can only wish for it actually would happen…

You arrived at school. Surprisedly no one bullied you, nothing. What is a huge shocker. as the day went on smoothly you soon see it almost saterday.

“Well y/n my dear. You worked so hard today. My hardest worker” she patted you on the head. “Well i might also say is that someone will take over my place and will work with you!” “What? Ur retiring?” “Yeah dear i am, now let me introduce you too your new boss, park gunwook. he’s my son and..”

you didnt pay attention anymore. You heard his name. And you saw him again. But now in reality.

“Well dear here he finally is. Oh you two would make a cute couple. He is 16 so he is around your age! Also he would be joining you for class next semester! But he will be joining you next week.” next semester..? Oh yeah next week is summer break.

“Oh well nice to meet you” he smiled “park gunwook ur new boss” now he’s smilling proudly from ear to ear. “Yoon y/n” you smiled. “I hope you two will get along, you do have all summer.” Ms park winked. He chuckled.

The week started of fine. You hung alot with gunwook. Sometimes some bullying but gunwook made sure they wouldnt hurt you.

And you we’re grateful for that. Someone who stood up for you.

He protected you from the bullying.

The week went fast, no bullying just because gunwook was there. He made it stop. He might have threatened his sister and friend to stop but we like to see that

The last day working at the cafe. Well not last just before summer begins, as the shop closes in the holidays.

Gunwook is nice to work with, sometimes a bit clumsy but still helpful.

After your shift,

Summer has finally started

it has been two weeks into summer break. You and gunwook got along very well. You two have alot in common so it was easy to get along.

he often invites you to his apartment as he doesn’t live with his parents even tho he’s 16.

you two were having so much fun. And you didnt want summer to end.

you didnt want to this to end

this friendship

4 weeks into summer break. You two were still hanging out every minute that you could. You might see him as your brother on how often you see him.

You do see him getting more touchy and more cuddly the more you spend time with him.

Hands ‘accidentally’ touching.

Him not wanting to let go from a hug

Him being jealous of you hanging out with someone else, definitely if it was a boy that wasnt him.

those little things. He would always would notice.

5 weeks in summer break.

He asked you to meet at the beach. Your go to place where u confess your problems and any of that sort.

Your heart was racing. You couldn’t wait until you see him again. You two havent hung out for this week. It now a sunday. You have grown feelings for gunwook in the summer.

He was one of the people that understood you. He cared about you.

All of those thoughts sank. You saw him with another girl…

another girl. A girl that isnt you, it was hwang wonyoung

You let that sink in, him? The park gunwook that you liked, liked your bully.. hwang wonyoung

Tears running to the ground.

You ran away before he saw you. You didnt want him to see you crying. He hated seeing you cry. You quickly messaged him saying that your sick.

He answered right away. Calling you. Asking if you were oke. But you couldn’t answer the call. He shoulf be happy with another and not worry about you. The tears stained and stingt alittle but u didnt care.

He betrayed you and played your feelings. You thought he liked you, you were so sure about it.

You heard knocking on your door…

Gunwook

Gunwoom is infront of your door. “Y/n? Are you oke . Your sick, let me take care of you.” He tried calling you making sure you were oke.

You answered.. “y/n! Oh my days your oke. I was worried sic-“ “go out with your girlfriend and stop bothering me, gunwook” you hung up. Crying. Tears rolling from your eyes.

The guy you loved was two doors away from you. But he wasnt the one for you, he loved someone else…

He, helped you escape reality. Helped you with your bullying. But that was all a dream. This is reality. He wouldnt fall in love with you. He would fall in love with hwang wonyoung.

6 weeks in summer break, the last week before school started. You blocked gunwook on everything. Distance yourself from everyone. You were stuck in your room, only coming out for food and water, or going to clean yourself.

You were a mess, and all that just for a boy. Your mom was worried but let it be.

School almost started, you dont want to face him again. Not again.

A week into school, he tried to approach you many times but you just ignored him. Not wanted to get hurt again. The bullying also have stopped, you don’t know why but it did.

on friday a note was in your locker, signed with. G.W

You wanted to throw it away, but curiosity kills you. So you opened it.

Y/n, i want to talk to you. 4 pm on the roof. ps dont thow this away, please

u stood there in thought wondering if you would go….

on the other hand gunwook stood there in the corner.. seeing your reaction, but it was unreadable. He looked at the time 3:40 pm,20 minutes to see if you come and finally talk it out..

After 2 weeks no talking gunwook was going insane. Lot of thoughts going through his mind. At the beach he saw you.. he saw you with tears in your eyes, he watched as you ran away. He wantes to follow you but then that message pops up. “Im sick” those two words was enough that he was running for his life to your home. He wasnt chased or anything. Anything for you.

He is willingly to give up everything, he might also give you his whole body. Just for to stay with you. But now two weeks without and he was going insane..

4:00 pm at the school rooftop..

You came you actually came, he could hug you right now but that isnt the proper greeting someone, not right now.

“Y/n” he said with a caring voice, “how have you been?” “I have been doing fine thanks” that was a lie, you know how terrible you did after this whole situation. “Can i explain myself.. please” you heard his desperation in his voice“yeah thats the only thing why im here”

“Listen i dont like her. I brought her to de beach to give you an apology for bullying and thought that u will have a better school year with out getting bullies. Dont misunderstand think that i likes her. I dont..” you stood the frozen, not inowing what to do. He didnt likes her.. “y/n, i like you and not her..” now your mindblown first a apology and now this confession. You tried opening your mouth but nothing came out. It was too much.

How would you respond?

Was this a dream or reality?

“Gunwook i..”

[inarizqkis]

pillow talk ㅡ l.k.

summary! in which leon wakes up to find you gone.

warnings! angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, leon had a nightmare, u have insomnia (ME), comfort, slight derealization, ooc leon

notes! THIS ISNT AS ANGSTY AS THE SUMMARY SAYS I PROMISE,, u guys should listen to hojean hes so cool and funny his music is so fire too ‼️‼️ also leon is my bbg 😍

edit: i tagged this wrong mb guys 😭 i was half asleep when i posted it LMAO

fem aligned/identifying dni

reblogs are appreciated! enjoy :)

leon looked for you everywhere. he felt like he was running in circles with how tired he was, but finally he found you. before he could get to you, the floor gave out, and you fell. before you could fall, leon grabbed your hand, trying desparately to pull you up, but you were slipping. he couldn't hear anything, not even his own words. it was dead silent, and it freaked him out.

'leon, it's okay.' he saw you mouth, and let go of his hand. shaking his hand, he grabbed your wrist tighter, and as fit as he was physically, it was like his arms were made of jelly. he was unable to lift you back up, and watched as you fell down, sobbing.

leon shot up in a cold sweat, panting heavily, tears gathering in his eyes before he wiped them away. he looked around the dim bedroom, only your light had been turned on, and he looked for you around the room. not seeing you in bed, he got up, his heart beating fast.

"babe..? where are you?" leon called out, searching the whole house for you, nearly in hysterics, looking on the balcony before you had stopped him, putting your hands on his shoulders gently.

"leon? what's going on, is everything alright?" you had asked worriedly, and leon sighed in relief, wrapping his arms around you, burying his head into your shoulder. you furrowed your brows, concerned, returning the hug gently.

"i.. i thought you-" leon sniffled, trying not to cry, eyes slightly watering. it was rare for him to be like this, so you just let him let it out, running your fingers through his hair soothingly.

"shh, shh, it's okay, just calm down, leon." you murmured, and he squeezed you tighter, afraid you would disappear, taking deep breaths.

"you.. i had this dream, and then when i woke up, you were gone.. i thought it.." leon explained, calming down slowly as he pulled away to look at you, eyes flitting over you; unable to focus on one thing, he was just making sure you were okay. his thick eyelashes were clumped together with tears and he was still unsure if this was real, flashes of his dream appearing in intervals.

"no baby, i'm right here. always." you reassured, combing through his hair gently, looking into his eyes. you took his calloused hand into yours, pressing your palms flat together.

"see? look, leon. remember what we practiced?" you said, and leon nodded, his breathing slowing down and his fingers gently intertwined with yours, squeezing your hand gently, wanting to be sure for himself you weren't just a figment of his imagination.

"thank you.." leon replied, now calmer, not as panicked as he was a few minutes ago. you smiled, kissing his hand gently, and led him back to the bedroom, while he followed you like a puppy.

"are you okay?" you asked softly, rolling to the side and turning off the dim light. he nodded, laying on your chest, still holding your hand.

"yeah.. i think so." leon mumbled, so quietly you had to strain to hear it. you kissed his head gently, your thumb rubbing his hand gently.

the two of you layed there until the sun rose, and you continued to lay there when leon fell asleep once more, combing your fingers through his blonde hair.

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[walnutcookie]

can i ask what cheddar's curse is :333333333 3 33333 :333 :#3333333333333333333333333333 :3:#3333

HI I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKEDDD. :33 THANK U SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK /GEN. you have unleashed hell i am about to write so many paragraphs /silly /pos

ok to rb!

I need to draw a picture of them without the shadow sometime but. basically that glint in the shadow over cheddars face?

thats not their eye. they dont have an eye there anymore. instead it is a jewel :]c a cheddarstone to be exact. And it is very cursed!

still need to figure out exactly how it goes but when the blue cheese manor burned down they reached for the cursed jewel that their family had and They survived! They technically cannot die! but living isnt exactly easy

inside of them is a ton of Dark almost ink-like goop,, its like. Anti-life force. It seeps through their skin slowly and if it seeps out too much cheddar has to fight for control. if it gets really bad they lose control entirely. the only way to keep it from seeping out is by absorbing pure life force. they can obtain it through being around someone as they die, but more effectively they can kill people themself. Which is pretty easy since!! touching anti-life force kills a person IMMEDIATELY literally all cheddar needs to do is touch someone and theyre dead.

of course, if people knew that she was doing this, theyd be arrested immediately so theyve found ways to be sneaky about it :]c

for one, they cover themself up as best as possible. Literally from the head down its completely covered - giant coat, gloves, boots, etc. plus the hat covers not only the jewel in their eye but the anti-life force goop growing on his face!!! They avoid being in crowds or tightly packed spaces and theyre careful not to ever touch someone - while the clothing helps, it doesnt completely negate the curse, so while a brush of the shoulder may not kill the person itll at least drain them which will look suspicious.

obviously this quote wasnt related but shh its about Universe A. to me

cheddar has basically made themself untouchable (both metaphorically and literally).

say, theoretically, they need to take another victim. theyre travelling with macaroni on oh, say, a train, and they find a random cookie isolated in a train car with nobody around to witness anything. they peel off their glove and put their hand on the victims mouth, muffling their scream and killing the person instantly, and then they gently lower the body down so it doesnt make a noise as it hits the floor. next they use a knife to stab the person a few times - theyre already dead, but since touching them wouldnt give any indicators toward the cause of death, they have the perfect opportunity to create a false story behind the murder of this cookie and frame someone else for it. all they need to do after that is call macaroni to come see and he'll practically do the work for them!!!

ive mentioned this on one of my posts before but i headcanon that macaroni. cannot. stand. mysteries. he has to have them solved ASAP otherwise he CANNOT rest easy. he wont be able to eat or sleep very well at all. it makes him so anxious as much as he loves mysteries

Cheddar uses this to their advantage! theyve created a person in macaroni's head - someone whos lazy, who doesnt put much effort into their work, someone who doesnt rely on real evidence very much. How would someone like cheddar manage to frame someone else for a murder theyve committed and get away with it? especially since cheddar is around macaroni 24/7 and hed never expect them to do something in like the five minutes that they sneak away. not to mention cheddar has been working for the cbi even longer than mac and why on earth would a cbi agent kill someone for (seemingly) no reason??? In reality cheddar is actually much smarter and observant than they make themself seem but mac is in HEAVY denial about it because he doesnt want to have to think about his work partner being a murderer. Better to come up with other solutions (which cheddar so generously offers to him by framing people) than to point the finger at cheddar and raise dozens more questions that may be left unanswered. Plus the thought that all of the deaths cheddar caused would technically partially be macs fault. And as much as cheddar annoys him, mac has grown pretty attached to them.

someone could literally yell at mac and say LOOK!!! CHEDDAR HAS BLOOD STAINS ON THEIR COAT OH MY GOD!!!!!!! and mac will just laugh and say Haha that must be from lunch yesterday :) LIKE. cheddar has just made the perfect alibi for themself. they can never be accused of any crime because mac will defend them no matter what just to keep his own sanity

all of the killing and murder and crime aside cheddar is. Fucking miserable. shes so insanely touch starved bro they havent had a hug since like 1806 (except for like one person CCOUXGGHT COUCGHE GOUCGH ROUCYEO CAPPUCCINO COUGH COUCGH SPUTTER COUGH thats another post entirely though if anyone sends an ask abt it ill talk about it) and they try to make themself seem unlikable towards macaroni and try to distance themself from people and avoid relationships because even just a high five or a brush of the shoulder could be fatal. its too much of a risk, and its not one theyre willing to take.

he is fucking Smitten for macaroni theyre so head over heels for that girl but they just! CANT!!!! they cant get close to him because then he might DIE and not only would they lose the person they love but that would mean that their precious alibi is gone and theyd have to be extra extra sneaky about things to make sure that nobody catches them committing crimes. not to mention because of the way they act macaroni fucking HATES HIM. one sided yuri my beloved

anyways yaay ill stop there before this post gets too long X] theres more stuff about these two (including actual yuriful fluff NO WAAY) if youre curuois or have any other questions just shoot me an ask id love to answer!!!!

as always i dont think this is canon by any means it is all just my silly headcanon au because i think cheddar should be fucked up As a treat👍have a nice day If you read all of this i loveyiu so much /p

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Settlement

hiii feel free to ignore this if ur not taking request(im sorry if thats the case) but i love your roman angst fics and i know this isnt very specific but could you make some more roman hurt/comfort with janice? other than that i just really want to say is your writing is excellent, i think how you describe wanting to disappear really accurately(if that makes sense lol). as someone who has many issues with that when you write it it makes it feel more real. <3 – anon

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Warnings: none

Pairings: roceit, can be platonic or romantic you decide

Word Count: 1375

Some rivalries are best put to rest.

    "Hey, you okay?"

Roman looked up and quickly wiped his eyes. Janus stood a few feet away, hands twisted into his cloak. "Yes. I'm—I'm fine."

He scuffed his boot against the carpet. "Well, you don't seem fine."

Shit. "Look—" he pushed himself to sit a little straighter, plastering a smile on his face— "really, really, I'm okay."

Janus gave him a look, eyes narrowing. Roman swallowed. His hands balled into fists and he looked down.

"Just go away, please?"

I'm not gonna cry in front of you. I'm not going to fucking cry in front of you. You're not getting the satisfaction.

Distantly, he heard footsteps get closer, then rustling of clothes as someone sat next to them.

"…I know I may not be the someone you want to talk to," came the quiet voice, "but I…"

He swallows.

"Obviously I'm capable of leaving you like this."

Roman's fists clenched. "You're never had a problem leaving me like this before."

Janus makes a noise of surprise. "I've never left you like this!"

Anger flared bright and bitter and Roman's head snapped up, glaring. "Yes, you have, I've just never let you see it!"

At the sight of Janus' mouth falling open in shock, he drew back a little. He's—okay, he may have never let Janus see how badly he was hurt, but he'd never seen Janus so visibly hurt. Not like this, at any rate. He decided he didn't like it.

After a few seconds, he looked at the ground again, absentmindedly chewing his lip.

Shouldn't have yelled. Should've been nicer. After all, here Janus was, genuinely trying to be supportive and what was Roman doing? Being a jerk, like always, and it's not Janus' burden to suffer.

"Just leave," he mumbled, hugging his knees to his chest, "you don't have to feel bad about it or anything. I'm sorry I yelled at you."

He missed the way Janus looked over, hurt and guilt fading behind concern as he watched goosebumps begin to rise under the thin white sleeve of Roman's costume. He missed the way his expression softened further, gaze flicking over his face once more. He missed the way Janus took a deep breath, as if pondering something, before letting it out as he came to a decision.

"Hey," he said quietly, nudging Roman until he looked up, "I'm going to do an impression of you."

Roman's chest clenched. If Janus was just going to mock him—

He gasped as warm hands cupped his cheeks, gentle fingers tucking bits of hair behind his ears.

"Shh," Janus murmured, his voice gentler than Roman had ever heard it, "I know it doesn't feel like it right now, but it's going to be alright. You're going to be okay. I'm right here."

Roman's eyes widened, breath catching in his throat. Janus shifted closer, one hand cupping the back of his head as another began to gently brush the tears from his face.

"I know it's hard right now," he murmured, still far, far too soft, "but you're doing great. I'm here for you, however you want me to be."

"H-how—"

A bit of the Janus he recognized reappeared as he smiled. "I told you, I'm doing an impression of you."

Roman stared at him, gaze darting over his face to try and find the lie, the trick, the deception that must be there. "But how did you—"

"Figure out it's what you needed too?" He brushed away another tear. "It's like you said, isn't it? 'We all eventually become the person we needed when no one was there?'"

"…you remember that?"

Janus blinked, a light pink dusting the top of his ears as he looked away. "I do listen to you, Roman."

If the warm hands on his face weren't still sending volts and jitters through his body, perhaps he wouldn't have asked. But the tenderness had blindsided him and he did.

"…what else is in this impression of me?"

"Well, normally, you ask if someone wants advice or if they just want you to listen." Roman nodded, still taken aback that Janus knew that. "Are you asking why I didn't do that?"

At his nod, Janus smiled and shifted, easing a cramp in his leg.

"I've seen you ask Patton and Logan," he said, "and the two of them jump to giving you advice, don't they? As if you haven't already thought of plans A-Z and tried everything yourself, Creativity."

The role, thrown in his face so often, sounds dangerously close to an endearment as it leaves Janus' mouth.

"So I figured you probably wouldn't want that."

Janus…knew that. He'd watched—he'd seen Patton and Logan try to help him when he was upset. And somehow he'd known—he knew it was wrong.

Guilt about snapping at him earlier settled heavily in his stomach.

"I didn't know you cared."

Janus paused, hands stilling. He swallowed, ears flushing again but this time, he held his gaze.

"I do," he said clearly. "Care, that is."

Far away, a car drove down the street, dull roars fading into silence. Roman swallowed and nodded.

Fuck it.

"Yeah?" Janus smiled as Roman inched a little closer. "Would you like some comfort?"

Roman nodded again, almost frantically. Janus just held out his arms.

"C'mere, then."

The angle was awful. Their knees were in each other's ribcages. Their shoulders wouldn't fit together. The sofa started digging into their legs, but it was perfect.

When was the last time someone held him like this?

"Hang on, let me just—" Janus moved his leg, sitting almost sideways on the sofa so Roman could scoot into the open space— "there."

One hand cupped the back of his head, another rubbing his back. He was so there, so warm and solid and so much better than sitting alone in the dark on the cold couch. The sobs he'd worked so hard to trap in his chest tore from his throat.

"Hey, hey," came the soft voice, "shh-shh-shh, it's okay, you're safe."

He felt the hold on him shift as Janus started to pull away and flailed, grabbing hold of him before he could let go. Sillily, selfishly, stupidly—

"Whoa, whoa, easy sweetie, I'm not going anywhere?" A finger tilted his chin up. "Are you okay? Am I hurting you? No? Okay."

Slowly, the arms returned, holding loosely at first before Roman whimpered and it tightened.

"Let it out," Janus murmured, "it's okay. I won't go anywhere."

He cried.

Janus held him the whole time, occasionally murmuring things like you're safe, I've got you, or try and match your breathing to mine, that's it, or shh, shh, I'm right here, I'm right here.

Eventually, he sagged against him, exhausted. Janus chuckled gently, helping him adjust until he was practically dipped in his arms. He brushed away some of the hair and smiled as Roman shifted, wiping his face with his sleeve.

"That seemed like a lot," he said quietly, "you feel any better?"

"Face is all poufy. And my head hurts."

"Yeah, crying will do that."

"Which one?" Janus just grinned. Roman sniffled again.

"Thank you."

Instead of something like no problem, or you owe me, Janus suddenly looked nervous. "I, um, forgot something. Of my impression of you."

"What?"

Janus leaned down and slowly pressed a kiss to his forehead.

Oh.

Oh.

Why did you do that? How did you know I do that? How many times have you seen me do that? How many times have you wanted to do that? How come I didn't get to kiss you first?

What came out instead was: "You're gonna make me cry again."

"Okay," Janus whispered, kissing his forehead again, "crybaby."

The nickname never sounded so sweet.

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Hi this isnt really a prompt but can I just request anything where Charles is crying and then is comforted!

It had seemed such a good idea; to go get an ice cream. The Spanish sun had been blazing hot on their off and they had deserved it. Carlos hadn’t thought about the fact that the sweet treat might attract some bugs on their way home and it had been too late when he noticed the wasp on Charles’ hand; he’d already been stung.

They luckily weren’t too far away from home, but Charles had cried all there and all the way through Carlos treating the sting. He’s almost done but struggles finding the right cream, Charles still inconsolable.

“Charles, amore mio. Breathe.” Carlos soothes, putting the first aid kit down and wrapping both arms around the younger.

“Hurts.” Charles cries as he flings himself at Carlos, gripping onto the elder like a life line.

“I know, Tesoro. I know.” Carlos soothes, holding Charles a little closer and having his bottom hand rub small circles into the low of Charles’ back. “It’s okay.”

Charles isn’t crying as loudly anymore, but he definitely hasn’t stopped; body still shaking and Carlos’ shoulder still wet with tears.

So Carlos continues holding, switches from back rubs to shoulder rubs and presses soft kisses to the side of Charles’ face. Whispers soft reassurance and comfort into Charles’ ear.

It calms Charles down enough for where he emerges from Carlos’ chest, face flushed and wet with tears, breath still shaky. It pulls on Carlos’ heart.

“Shh, I know.” He soothes. “Just-, sit here. I’ll grab some cream.” Carlos’s hands go to Charles’ hips while he helps him sit up on the counter, allowing Charles to snatch up one of his hands while the other finds the cream back in the first aid box.

His hand gets squeezed tightly when he applies the cream and loosens a bit when Charles gets to pick out a bandaid.

When he finishes up Charles is still sniffling and Carlos wastes no time wrapping the younger back up in a hug. He moves them somewhere more comfortable, allows Charles to bring his thumb up to his mouth and goes back to rubbing up and down Charles back.

“I’m sorry you got hurt, Piccolo. Do you feel a bit better now?”

Charles nods, albeit a bit miserably and just cuddles closer. “Better now.”

[arundhati-shah4]

Incorrect TPQ Quotes

same anon who submitted the 'how i want aruden to be revealed to the school', back with my antics!

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Mini: WHY DID YOU KILL HIM?! HE COULD HAVE HAD HOPES AND DREAMS, HE COULD HAVE HAD A FAMILY!!!

Brynne: Mini-

Brynne: It- it was just an ant-

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Aiden: What is wrong with you?

Aru: Loaded question. Elaborate.

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Aiden: Can I be frank with you guys?

Brynne: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help.

Mini: Can I still be Mini?

Aru: Shh, let Frank speak.

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Aru, about Kara: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group.

Brynne: Are we stealing them?

Mini: New or used?

Aiden: Wonderful responses, both of you.

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Rudy: I made tea.

Brynne: I don’t want tea.

Rudy: I did not make tea for you. This is my tea.

Brynne: Then why are you telling me?

Rudy: It is a conversation starter.

Brynne: That’s a lousy conversation starter.

Rudy: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate.

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Aru: I'm naturally funny because my life is a joke.

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Aru: Your smile? It makes my day.

Aiden: Your happiness? I live for that.

Brynne: A room? Get one.

Rudy: Hotel? Trivago.

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Aiden: This is a torture! I quit! *stomps off the room*

Brynne: What's wrong with him?

Aru: He can hit a demon straight in the heart from a 60 yards distance during battle, but he can't braid my hair.

 [hc that Aiden also sometimes uses a bow and arrow when short-distance fighting isnt possible]

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Aru: To be honest…You’re kind of an over-texter.

Mini: What? No way!!

Brynne: Oh so you don’t remember sending 97 messages to the group chat in the span of 5 minutes?

Aru: My phone vibrated itself off the table. I think it was committing suicide.

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Aiden: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Aru: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Aiden: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING RUDY WITH ME

Mini, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

Rudy, not even knowing what's going on:

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Aiden: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no clue what to put in them. Suggestions?

Aru: Put spaghetti in it.

Aiden: I'm currently taking suggestions from literally anyone but you.

Brynne: Put spaghetti in it.

Aiden: I'm currently taking suggestions from anyone but you two.

Rudy: Put spaghetti in it.

Aiden: I'm no longer taking suggestions.

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Kara: You know you can die from that, right?

Aru, smoking a cigarette: That's the point.

Brynne, drinking alcohol: We're trying to speed this up.

Aiden, eating raw cookie dough: *nods*

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Aiden: *Telling Brynne that Aru is dead over the phone*

Aru: Is she crying? Is she crying?

Aiden: A little.

Aru: *grabbing the phone from Cordelia* YOU SHOULD BE WAILING YOU STONE COLD BITCH!

Aru: *Slams down phone*

Aru: Now call Mini.

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Aru: There's only one thing worse than dying...

Aru: *rips off paper to reveal 'Mini' above dying*

Mini: *nodding sagely* myself

Aru: nO-

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Aru: I'm low in energy

Aiden: You mean your phone battery?

Aru: *lays face down on the bed* No I meant me

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Aiden: I want to make a difference.

Aru: Can you make a difference outside my room? I need some space from all this positivity. It's not healthy for my sarcasm.

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Demon: Hey! Wake up!

Aru, sleepily: Huh?

Demon: I just murdered your whole entire family!

Aru: But I live alone-

Demon: Huh- then who are those people in your house?

Aru: There are people in mY HOUSE??

Demon: Well, not anymore, dumbass, you could’ve died, you’re welcome

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Aiden: Ugh, crushes are so dumb.

Aru: I know. Whenever I'm near the person I like I just start acting stupid.

Aiden: But you're always acting stupid?

Aru: ...

Aru: Yeah, don't think about that too hard

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Whew, this was long! But fear not- i'll be back with a part 2!

[tastyykpop]

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Pairings: winwin x reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: dom!winwin, brat!reader, some face slapping, spanking, hair grabbing, degradation, some praising at the end, rough sex, unprotected sex, crying, my sad attempt at writing subspace, aftercare

Synopsis: you try to dom sicheng, until you take it too far and the roles are switched back to normal

"Stay still, sicheng." You growled, gripping the mans chin to make him took at you, "And you call me needy." The eyes staring into his rolled making him scoff.

"You're lucky im even letting you do this." Sicheng placed his hands on your hips that were seated on top of his and toyed with the fabric of your pants.

You swatted his hands away, "Dont touch~" you mocked, just like he always does whenever you aren't on your best behavior. It always made you angry but doing it back gave you a sense of power for once.

"Dont be a brat." With bitterness laced in his voice, he decided to give up and place his hands behind his head to rest against the headboard. "Well," he started, "Are you gonna fuck me or not?" Sicheng raised a simple brow at you before you glared in return.

"Patience. That's what you taught me anyway."

"I also taught you to be good, but looks like you still haven't learned." He clenched his jaw.

Meanwhile you were ignoring him and started unbuckling his pants, easily taking his hard dick out. You smirked as he let out a hiss once the cool air in the room came in contact with it, "So sensitive. Isnt that cute."

Slowly, you moved your hand up and down his cock, purposely making him whine and whimper under you as you teased his slit for your own enjoyment. Sicheng slowly made his way down to where your hand was, grabbing your wrists but not pulling them off. He then threw his head back in pleasure, moaning your name out and saying how good you made him feel. Of course, he had to make your ego grow.

"Theres no way you're a dom," You smiled in a way that made his brows furrow before you spat in your hand and placed it back on his achingly hard cock. Sichengs hips lifted into your hands,, wanting more friction, but you pushed his hips down making him whine, "You're just a whiny little slut."

"Y-you did n-not just call me a whiny s-slut..." he tried his best sounding intimidating, but his voice failed him, creating an almost whimpering sound. "F-fuck, go faster."

"Dont tell me what to do." You stopped and squeezed his cock tightly, just enough to make him tighten his grasp on your wrists and groan from what sounded like pleasure and pain.

"Are you forgetting that I can easily put your ass back in its place?" Sicheng stared into your fiery eyes, anger written all over his face. It was stupid of him to even let you try and top him tonight, but he thought it would be something fun to try. But since you're you, you have to 'act' the part too. This made it way more fun.

"Id like to see you try." You stopped squeezing his cock, letting go of it as well and started taking the rest of your clothes off. Sichengs eyes wondered all around your body, taking in the curves and imperfection that made you look so beautiful and perfect in his eyes.

After removing your clothes, you took a seat back on his lap. Closer to his dick than before so he could feel your hot, dripping cunt.

"Hurry or ill fuck you myself." The man under you was holding himself back, all for your pleasure. You could call that sweet of him, but he did have a low patience level which you tested way too much.

"Maybe if you were a good boy."

Sicheng had to laugh, "Good boy? Why don't you be a good girl and ride me, that would be a start."

What was least expected from you, was a slap to sichengs face. He had to admit, it did startle him but it also unlocked a new level of anger that burned inside him.

"I told you to be patient." You smirked, "Impatient slut."

Sicheng had enough. In an instant, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pushed you off him. Now, your face was shoved into the bed as your ass was in the air against his hips.

"Didn't I just say I could put you back in your place?" He landed a smack to your ass, causing you to whimper and arch your back, "Answer me before you can't sit for a month."

"Y-you did..." Your hand grabbed sichengs, trying to take them out of your hair. It was stupid, but you tried fighting back for your lost dominance. "Get off me!"

He spanked you again, "You're so fucking annoying, thinking you can tell me what to do. I never should have allowed you to dom me tonight."

It was quick the way sicheng didn't waste time sliding into your wet pussy. You knew he was desperate, but you didn't think he was this desperate to be inside you.

"You-youre still a-..fuck- a fu-fucking s-slut, sicheng." You pushed back, sichengs hand letting your hair fall around your face as he pushed on your lower back.

"Keep talking and I won't hesitate to edge you the rest of the night while I cum in your filthy cunt over and over again."

It was painful the way sicheng pounded into you. In fact, you were about to speak but his hips pistoned so hard that you couldn't dare open your mouth without a moan slipping out.

"Silent now?" He let out a breathy laugh, "Good, thats the way I like my little brat."

Everything felt so perfect, your eyes rolled into your head and you could see stars of pure bliss. Every vein and curve of his thick and long cock, you could feel too. You didn't want him to stop and you were so close yet so far with your orgasm.

"Si-sicheng..i-"

"No, don't even think about it."

But you couldn't not think about cumming. Especially when you felt him twitch inside you, knowing he was was on the edge.

That was when he released and painted your cunt white, but did he stop? Hell no. Sicheng continued pounding into you, tightening his grip on your hip and pushing harder on your back.

"Please i cant.." you cried into the sheets, your small fists balling up. This was so difficult, you couldn't hold it anymore.

The word 'please' spilled from your mouth over and over again like a chant, hoping your boyfriend could hear you begging.

"Fine. Cum."

Right after he spoke, your body shook violently as you came, crying loudly as the feeling washed over you. And almost instantly, after fucking you through your intense orgasm, sicheng slipped out of you letting his and your cum drip on the bed as he took you in his arms.

"Shh baby it's okay, I'm right here." He whispered in your ear, softly brushing against it with his lips. But you were too far gone, still not over the orgasm. "I'm gonna clean you up, okay?" You nodded slowly with tears still rolling down your cheeks, watching with big doe eyes as sicheng left to get a cloth so he could clean everything up.

You came back to your senses when sicheng came back. He was quick, cleaning everything like it was nothing and once he finished, he held you in his arms.

"You did so well, baby." He kissed you cheek, "Did I hurt you though? Did I go too rough?"

Shaking your head with a giggle you spoke, "No, it was fine, but...did I hit you too hard?"

He chuckled, "No, but you did shock me. It was pretty bold of you actually." His hand ruffled your already messy hair before saying, "Now get some sleep." His soft lips kissed yours delicately, "I know you're tired."

It was like he casted a spell, your eyes fluttered closed and soon you saw nothing but black.

[gh0styyt0astyy]

✨ [ Confide within us.] ✨

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⭐️ [Summary] — Sometimes Hank needs comfort, too. (sanford/hank/deimos / lee!hank + lers!sanford and deimos)

⭐️ [Warnings] —TICKLE FIC; SHIPPING; if you dont like then please scroll on T_T

⭐️ [Prompt/s] — n/a

HEY LOOK IM ALIVE AKDJWJDHWBF HERES THIS *THROWS THE FIC AT YOU* SORRY MY BRAINPOWER KEPT EXPLODING THRU THIS SO QUALITY ISNT AS GOOD AS IT COULD BE

ALSO UM. DOMESTIC SETTING AU I THINK??? I GUESS LOL

key:

sanford

hank

deimos

requests: open! (but still kinda slow)

✨ Enjoy ! ✨

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Hank had been awake for the last few hours by now, but he hadn’t left the bedroom. Hell, he hadn’t even left the bed. He hadn’t felt like being up and around, he didn’t want to interact with anyone. He just wanted to lay in bed all day and feel…whatever it was he was feeling.

For a while, he had been left alone to his own devices and he liked it that way. But then it began to get lonely, a different kind of lonely that Hank didn’t like. Despite the want for someone else near him, he didn’t move. Instead he just closed his eyes again and decided he’s just try and sleep some more.

But a dip in the bed made his eyes open again, and a hand carding through his hair made a noise leave his throat.

“Hey, big guy.” Deimos spoke, a hand rubbing over his cheek. Sanford’s hand running through his hair. “mmmh.” Hank hummed back, shifting slightly as Deimos took a seat next to him. “You doing okay?” Deimos asked, putting Hank’s head in his lap.

Hank just shrugged, not making eye contact with either of the two. He just stared at the wall as he felt Sanford sit against his back. “It’s almost 1 in the afternoon, we haven’t seen you all day so…we got a little worried.” Sanford hushed out, his voice was always so…comforting to Hank? Was that the right word?

Hank didn’t feel like talking. He didn’t feel like thinking. He just wanted to lay there with the other two. “Sorry.” Was all Hank managed out, voice still gruff from not being used. “Shhs. You don’t gotta apologize, big guy.” Deimos hushed him, rubbing his shoulders. Sanford leaned back onto Hank, resting on his side. “You wanna talk about it?” He offered.

Hank shook his head. There was nothing to talk about, he just felt bad for no reason.

“Just one of those days?” Deimos asked, frowning when Hank nodded. “Mmhm.”

Hank was pulled into a sitting position, and he didn’t fight. The man sat up, slouched slightly with his hands in his lap. “Anything we can do to help?” Sanford asked, putting his chin on Hank’s shoulder. Hank was quiet in thought, holding Deimos’ hands while the man rubbed his knuckles. “…stay?” He asked, uncharacteristically softly, still refusing eye contact. “‘Course, bubs.” Sanford replied, wrapping his arms around Hank’s waist. Deimos put Hank’s chin in his hands and rubbed circles into his cheeks with his thumbs.

It was odd, seeing Hank so much more…quieter than he usually was. Even when he hardly talked most days, he wasn’t quiet, quiet. It was almost out of character for him. The melancholic look on his face made Deimos’ heart hurt, and from the corner of his eyes he could see the same hurt in Sanford’s face. Deimos pulled Hank’s face to his own, kissing the man’s forehead. Sanford seemed to like that idea, as he squeezed Hank gently and kissed his cheek.

Hank squirmed in Sanford’s hold, a breathy “ha” leaving his mouth. Sanford passed a glance at Deimos, an eyebrow cocked slightly with a small smirk. For a moment, Deimos seemed a little confused; then he watched Hank’s reactions to Sanford’s movements.

“Nnheh. Sahan—“ Hank muttered, squirming again as Sanford squeezed his lower sides. “Hm? What’s up, squirmy?”

Deimos mouthed a quiet “oh” as he grinned slightly. He kept a hand on Hank’s chin as his other one went down to his ribs.

Hank made a noise and put a hand over his mouth, muffling the giggling pouring from him. “Hehey—!” He yelped, not bothering to fight. “Awe. What’s wrong, Hank?” Deimos cooed, wiggling his fingers over the other’s ribs. “Something tickle?” He teased lightly.

“Stahap..” Hank gave a breathy laugh, grabbing at Deimos’ wrist. Really, Hank wasn’t disturbed by this, hence the reason he didn’t fight as much.

“We’re not doing anything, big guy!” Deimos hummed, using his free hand to scritch Hank’s neck. “Well… aside from giving you affection, that is.” Sanford added, a grin on his face as he left a kiss behind Hank’s ear. Hank tried to groan in an annoyed manner, but it was broken up by laughter. Hank scrunched his shoulders, inhaling sharply through his nose when he felt Deimos’ hand on his neck prod faster. “Deimohohos!”

“Yeah Hank?”

“Stahahap ihit—!”

“I can’t! Well… not until you rest your shoulders. I’m kind of stuck.”

“Gehehet off mehehee.” Hank snorted, shaking his head to rid Deimos’ hand. “Not until we see you smile!” Sanford rapidly poked his fingers up and down Hank’s sides, buzzing into his ribs before shooting back down. “GAHAAh! Dohohon’t!” Hank squirmed around, not getting very far. “Don’t what?” Sanford asked, pulling his hands back before cementing them to Hank’s lower ribs. “Dooon’t this?”

Hank let out a quick burst of laughter, taking his hands backwards to put on Sanford’s wrists instead. Deimos quickly took advantage of that and his hands shot down to Hank’s stomach.

“hehEHY! HEHEY! Nohoho! Noho— Dohon’t you dahAHRE!” Hank barked through his wheezing. Deimos ignored Hank and clawed at the man’s stomach, digging in gently to the lower part of it before tracing the slightly chiseled muscles. He followed one of Hank’s old scars with just one claw, and Deimos laughed with Hank at his reaction.

Hank’s legs jolted as he tried to suck in his stomach, trying to pry away from Deimos’ claws. Hank let out an awkward squawk while Deimos’ claw traced the scar.

“GAHAHAD! You’re bohohoth behehehing aHAHSSHOLES!” Hank snorted again, trying to curl in on himself when he felt fingers drilling into his bones. “Hey now! You aren’t in a position to call us names, mister!” Deimos warned. “Y’know Hank? I think we should nickname you something else. I mean, “Hank” obviously doesn’t suit these kind of moments.” Sanford mused.

“NOHOHO! Nohoh you shohohohuld nahahaht!” Hank knew the game Sanford was trying to play, he wanted no part of that. “Deimos, how do you think… gigglebug sounds?”

“Aww, it’s cute.”

Hank squirmed again. “If yohohu try thahahaht nahahame I swear to goahahd!” Hank tried to threaten, but failed miserably as he melted in the others hands.

“I think Mr. Giggly here is grumpy.” Deimos grinned, poking around Hank’s stomach and legs. “Staahahahap teheheasing!” Hank whined. Sanford cooed. “Did you just whiiine?” He asked, watching as Hank hid his face in his shoulder.

After a little more teases and pokes from the other two, Hank eventually felt the tickles stop. And he had to restrain himself from missing the touch already. “Okay, we’re done.” Sanford chuckled, running his hand over Hank’s head and through his hair again.

“Ehehe… I dohon’t— *eham.* I don’t even remember why I was upset.” Hank said, relaxing in Sanford’s arms with Deimos rubbing his face again.

“Good! Means we did our job well.” Deimos grinned. He stood up and offered his hands to his partners. “C’mon, I’m starving and I’m sure you can say the same.” He pointed at Hank. Hank and Sanford both slid off the bed, and followed Deimos out.

Maybe Hank would allow them around him more, when he feels like that…

[laboflove]

Megumi x FR

•Megumi aged up•

Megumi X Cheerleader

❗Warnings❗{Smut, degradation, hard dom, dacryphilia, spanking, drinking}

A/N: Megumi thinks you're pretty much an airhead since you're a cheerleader so he tries to take advantage of that but ends up falling for you

Your body drops letting him see those tight safety shorts all the cheerleaders wore, it's like you were all made for slutty clothes. It was pretty hot but for some reason he never looked at the other girls, only at you. It was probably because you werent like the others, you were so naive, so innocent and such an airhead. It was fun teasing you, making fun of you for getting simple answers wrong and tugging at your skirt even though you hated it.

"Megumi" he looks up seeing your bright eyes and large smile, "Hey" he says with a nod as you sit down in front of him, "so whatre you doing here?" You ask while opening a bottle of water. "You left this at class" he shows you a white book covered in stickers making you blush beet red. "G-give it!" You rush to grab it but he pulls it back, wrapping his arm around your waist.

So close! Megumi was super good looking! One of the hottest guys at the campus in fact but this wasnt important. "Give it Megumi" you say but he doesnt, only holding you down with a smirk. "I was being nice but now I'm kinda curious" and worry fills your mind. "D-dont" you say but he opens it and looks through the pages.

"What's this?" He asks as he looks through the pages filled with notes and drawings of buildings with measurements, but arent you in arts? He notices you looking away, you gave up? That's weird, you never gave up. "Dont worry about it, its nothing" you say while taking the book back and grabbing your stuff. "See you later" you leave making him shocked, so personal things like that make you pissed? How fun.

"C'mon" his fingers graze against your thigh making you curl up, "Leave me alone" you whisper, your hand pressing against his chest. "Why? You're always flirting with Megumi so why cant I?", "I-I dont flirt with him" you mutter feeling your blood boil. You talked to Megumi yeah, but it was because he was always being a dick or when you needed help with assignments but that was it. "Hey" both of your heads turn and the guy is sent flying across the hall.

"M-megumi" he looks at you with a look hes never given before, worry, "Are you okay?" He asks in a softer voice too. Is he okay? "I'm fine" you whisper, fixing your bag and taking your sweater out of it to wrap around your waist. "What the fuck Megumi" he hears from on the ground, "I may be a douchebag but I'd never touch a girl if she didnt want it" he says then grabs your wrist, pulling you down the hallway. Uh oh.

"You're so fucking stupid" he says as he pushes you into an empty classroom, "So fucking naive and you cant even stick up for yourself" you look down at the floor but he tilts your face up, grabbing your cheeks hard to make you look into his eyes. "When something like that happens do anything to stop it, because if you dont, bad shit will happen and I'm not alw-" he stops but you both know the end of that sentence making you blush a soft pink.

"I'm sorry" you whisper and as your phone buzzes you pull away, "Thank you, if you're still here by six maybe I can take you to eat somewhere" you leave in a rush as he looks at his hand. Hes getting too close, way too close.

You dance to the blaring music, holding a plastic red cup in your hand filled with who knows what. He watches your body move, holding a bottle of beer and listening to Yuji ramble about girls and which ones hed like to sleep with but it was Yuji, he never got any girls unless Sukuna was taking over his body.

"But my first one would have to be Y/N, I mean just look at her, shes got an amazing body and I'd love to hear her scream my name" he clenches the bottle tight feeling his anger build up, almost overflowing but he calms himself down. "Eh, shes not that special, total airhead" he says then leaves to a different room, Yuji could do whatever he wanted, it didn't matter because he didnt like you that way and never would.

He watches as he walks up to you and suddenly hes walking towards you as well. Your eyes glance back slightly shocked as arms slowly wrap around you but your widened eyes soften. "Megumi" he smiles hearing his name come out of your mouth, "Hey Beautiful" and you blush, you've been told it often but the way he said it sounded so meaningful and honestly it was the first time you've ever liked being told it.

Time passes as you both dance and talk, giggles filling whatever silence there is and soon enough you and him are drunk, muttering things into each others ears, sitting on his lap, his hands holding your skirt down to make sure no one sees anything and your arms wrapped around his neck. "Why're you so pretty?" He whispers as he leans into your lips, barely touching them making you slightly mad. You wanted to kiss him but he wouldnt get close enough, wouldnt let you get close enough too and you could feel your need building up.

"You want to kiss me?" he whispers into your ear and you drunkenly nod with a small giggle. "So drunk arent you" you lean into his lips but he stops you, "Gimme a kiss" you mumble but he shakes his head.

"Sorry Princess but you're incredibly drunk and I cant just do that to you" he says, trying to make you feel better but all you do is grumble and whine. You were worked up, he had a massive boner and it got you horny too and all you wanted was to please him.

"Your place or mine?" He asks after some time of walking but finds you asleep, "I guess mine" he says then heads to his.

You nuzzle into his chest as his arms wrap around your body, "Megumi" he looks down but you're still asleep making him smile. You looked so peaceful but the shared smell of liquor was making it less comforting. Maybe he should wake you, it wouldnt be good to sleep like this. But then again you didnt have any clothes and you needed to sleep.

You turn around and his slightly intoxicated self heightens the feeling of you pressed right up against him. He whispers your name into your ear, making your eyes open slightly, "Hm" you hum out, you start sobering up and he whispers something into your ear making you turn red.

"P-pervert" he chuckles as his hand rub your side, you were soft but goosebumps were forming which was cute. So shy and so innocent now that you're sobering up. His eyes close again feeling sleep take over him but your grinding against his crotch keeps him from it. "Stop it" he says but you dont, "Play with me" you mumble and as his hand runs up your body you expect him to tilt your face to kiss you but instead his hand wraps around your neck, grabbing it with a bit of force eliciting a gasp from you.

"Take your clothes off, say Red to stop" he mutters in a lower tone and you nod fast, he sounded irritated and you didnt want to make him angry. Once your clothes are off you look back, turning red, seeing him naked as well with only his hipbone and down covered. He smirks seeing your eyes take in the sight, you knew he worked out but you didnt know he was this strong.

"Want a kiss now?" You nod fast as your eyes shine and he smiles, "Take it then" you rush to kiss him making him chuckle at your eagerness, he pulls you onto his lap, looking up at you slightly as his hands rest on your backside, grinding you against him slowly. Tiny, soft moans escape your mouth feeling his hardness rub between your folds, "Megumi" you whine out into his neck.

"I have con-", "No, want you" his mouth goes dry and he lifts you slightly, "You want me?" He asks earning fast nods. "Like this?" A gasp fills the room as he pushes in a single finger, "N-no, want you" he chuckles against your neck thinking of endless ways to tease you but the main thing he wants is for you to beg so, he doesnt remove his finger, he pushes it in and out slowly, not doing anything only making you angry.

"Please" he leans into your ear and bites it slightly, "What do you want?" You shake your head earning a spank. "Tell me" he says but you shake your head again earning another one making you hiss and whine. "Please Megu- ah!" You cover your mouth as he delivers another spank but it's harder this time.

The process goes on, him asking to barely receive an answer and none are what he wants, he sighs then pulls your hair back as you softly cry, "One last chance" he growls out slightly, "Y-your cock, please" he pulls you down onto him making you whine and sob into his neck.

"Such a naughty girl arent you?" He asks as he guides you on him, you felt like actual Heaven, your insides were nice and tight, warm and you were sucking him in so nicely. You nod as tears fall down your face making him twitch, "Fuck me, you're so perfect" he growls into your ear, insults coming after of him telling you how needy you were, that you were just a hole to him, a cumdump, something to use making more tears fall down your face but you loved it, something about being put down like this made it feel so good.

You move your hips to his movements feeling yourself about to break and as it's about to crash he keeps you still. "Try to come without me again and I wont be very nice", "Sorry" you whisper, leaning into him more, feeling soft, mushy and needy.

You both go again and the insults slowly turn into compliments, he moans as you clench around him and you whimper, "Come" he says and your body shakes, immediately at his demand. He thrusts up into you hard making you sob out into the room, "Shh Baby, I've got you" he whispers, hands rubbing your back, pulling you as close as possible and leaving soft kisses on your head.

"So perfect for me, such a good girl. Everything I said isnt true, okay?" You nod with soft cries and he kisses you softly, too rough for the first time and definitely not the right time but you were both definitely sober by now. "I love you" he suddenly says making you stop crying, "I love you too" and he stands. He always said hed never date, especially with someone like you but here he is, confessing his love for you and needing you more than ever.

[angelthebedsheet]

Can you do a zuko x male reader or gender neutral. It could be about the reader witnessing the agni Kai and watching zuko get banished. The reader tries to go with zuko but zuko doesn’t want the reader to get hurt. Years later they meet at the boiling rock. You can take it from there. I love your writings and I’ll keep supporting you 💕

a/n: oooooh! thank you anonnie!! i appreciate your requests!!!

lets get it!

okay so you and zuko were TURTLEDUCK BUDDIES

attached to the hip basically

azula HATED how close you two were bc hello she’s right here???

i mean you and zuko trained together

fed ducks together

best buds

you knew you liked zuko alot but you didn’t understand?

like you started to get flustered around him

same with zuko

and azula was PLOTTING NOW

she doing a think rn with one of her BRILLIANT ideas 😐

“oh n/n! zuzu! come play a game with us!”

zuko’s flight or fight reflexes are triggered and he’s ready to DIP

but you r unfortunately intrigued

“oh okay ‘zula! cmon zu!”

cue azula’s smug lil grin

she puts an apple on your head and makes you stand in front of the fountain

you’re like ???? is this the game?

azula’s like it is n/n it’ll be fine

it was NOT fine

she damn near burnt you to a crisp if it wasnt for zuko tackling you into the fountain

now azula, ty lee and mai are LAUGHIN

but we all know mai lwk a lil jelly

you and zuko are embarrassed as fuck

you both are soaked and he’s hovering over you

mr zuzu looking real pretty

he just turns red and pulls you up before running away

zuko is like ???? boys are cute especially this one???

you two still remained close after this incident

two lil gays boys who are trying to not crush on e/o

(im sorry the only thing i can think about when i think of zuko is his gay ass lil scream in the prototype pilot episode)

(nigga said wwAHHH)

anyways

azula teased you about zuko speaking out against a general and their dad is angry and you’re like oh shit

suddenly you arent allowed to visit zuko anymore

and you’re like wtf no no let me in

the guards said no

you’re so paranoid too

is he okay?

what fully happened?

soon the agni kai is announced to happen

and you are seated next to iroh and azula

you’re clutching onto your pants as you watch zuko walk into the arena

you really dont want him to get hurt

your eyes widened as you watched zuko’s father walk into the arena and your heart drops

zuko is clearly surprised and frightened

tears are rolling down your cheeks bc you are so so so scared for him

iroh covers your eyes as he looks away when zuko got burned and you could feel your heart break as you listened to his cries of pain

you cried out as iroh pulled you into a hug

you and iroh immediately rushed to the infirmary to get to zuko

you push past those guards and nurses bc you are on a MISSION

aint nobody getting in your way like this bc you will STOMP they asses out

you are not leaving his side

“z-zu are you okay? can you hear me?”

“m-m/n? where are you? i cant see”

zuko is starting to panic due to the fact his left eye is patched close

you hold his hand “i’m right here zu. shh im here”

he’s so overwhelmed too poor baby

“u-uncle? w-where is he?”

“right here zuko.”

you help him sit up and he grabs a mirror immediately

he frowns at his reflection

“you’re still handsome zuko.” you said

iroh pretended to not see that blush that sat on zuko’s cheeks

“i-i’ve been banished, m/n.”

“what?”

“i’m banished from here. the only way i can come back is if i capture the avatar.”

“but he’s been gone for years zuko! let me come with you”

“no! it’ll be too dangerous”

“how? we trained together! grew up together? how is it too dangerous?”

“no m/n! i dont want to lose you!”

“you wont lose me zuko.”

“you dont know that. you arent coming with me.”

you and him went back and forth

after he shaved his hair and was about to board his boat you pulled him away

then you confessed right then and there

i mean you didnt know when you’ll see him again

“i like you zuko. more than a friend”

“what?”

“i like you.”

“are you for real? this isnt a joke right? like azula didn’t put you up to this?”

“no she didnt.”

“oh thank the spirits. i like you too.”

and yall have this lil awkward ass kiss

just a short lil peck?

i mean yall are 12/13 and two boys you think they gonna go all out tonguing niggas? lmao

you two hug before iroh calls him over

“i’ll wait for you zuko”

“i’ll try my best.”

and he’s gone

over the years zuko was gone he was so sad

“if i capture the avatar i can come back to the fire nation and m/n”

but clearly the whole LeMmE cAtCh tHe AvAtAr thing was dropped when he got that glow up

(neya said 🦋🦋🦋🦋 whenever they look at zuko cmon NOW.)

now they’re otw to boiling rock

“my first girlfriend turned into the moon.”

“that’s rough buddy.”

and sokka’s like you ever dated someone before?

zuko’s like..... two people?

“that knife throwing girl?”

“her and m/n. though we never got to date bc at the time i was literally banished. i miss him alot though.”

bi king ✨

“what if he’s at the boiling rock?”

“then i’ll find him.”

sokka’s like yes my man get your MANS

“okay so we look for my dad, suki and your husband”

“he’s not my husband sokka.”

“..... my dad, suki and your husband”

“omfg shut your trap.”

these pair of himbos finally get inside and are on a MISSION

sokka’s like heheheeh suki time

KAJDJAJDJJSKDJF

zuko’s hopeful that you’re here or at least alive

after sokka and suki have their lil reunion zuko wanders off and asks around

“do you have a prisoner by the name of m/n?”

“why do you ask, newbie?”

“uhhh the warden sent me to him.”

“oh. there.” pointing to a door

zuko has to CONTAIN the excitement and nods before speed walking off

he throws open that door so quickly

you on the other hand is ready to rumble “i TOLD YOU I DONT FUCKING HAVE IT”

zuko just closes the door behind him and takes off his helmet

you’re like hol up wait wait zuko????

and he nods with a big ol grin on his face

you just hug him so fucking tight

maybe there were some tears shed

you pick him up and twirl him around

zuko’s like holy SHIT

and you pull back to just look at him

“you’re still as handsome as i remember you, zu.”

“so are you, n/n...”

he’s just so awestruck

the person he has been looking forward to seeing for 3/4 years is right infront of him

yall just kiss

sokka now gotta pull a zuko and bang on that door

“yALL DOING THINGS IN THERE??? HURRY UP”

“shut UP sokka”

zuko puts his helmet back on and grabs your hand

yall finally dip and are otw tf outta there

“oh shit zuko he’s cute”

“back off”

“im happy with suki relax sir”

zuko is clingy and was hugging you the whole time

not that you minded bc you missed him dearly

when yall got back and he introduces you

the group minus toph is like “ZUKO’S GAY????”

toph is like “I FUCKING CALLED IT”

alls well

except for the fact zuko wouldnt let you go anywhere by yourself

[negandarylsatisfaction]

[SUMMARY: John Winchester gets possessed by a demon making him seduce Dean's girlfriend.]

SMUT

John and Jenna.

Dean had invited you for a weekend work trip with his brother and father. Not really knowing exactly what they did you wanted to go along to spend more time with your boyfriend, it felt like he never had time for you. You had met John a few months back and saw him on and off whenever you'd visit Dean. He seemed like a nice man although he didnt speak much to you.

Arriving at the motel, you and Dean got your separate room while Sam and John stayed together. Helping you and Dean bring the bags into the room, John walked in behind the both of you.

"Thanks dad, I needed to bring some extra things for this trip with what we're dealing with." You over heard Dean tell his father before passing you a bag.

"Just put this in the top cabinet," Dean uttered before heading back out to the car.

"Crap," you struggled on your tip toes to push the heavy bag in the top cabinet as it kept popping back out.

"I got it," suddenly you felt John behind you, pushing the bag in place.

"Oh-" You whispered feeling him press himself against your backside. Turning to him, you weren't sure if he had purposely done that or if it was an innocent mistake.

"Sorry, sweetheart," John looked down at you in a way he never had. It was almost the same look Dean had when he first met you. The look of attraction, the look a man has when he sees a woman he cant help but picture in the most unspoken of ways. Clearing his throat he looked away having truly not meant to let his body get close to yours. Apart of you didnt mind it, you did find Dean's father attractive after all they did look alike.

"Its okay." Nervously you laughed it off as you awkwardly walked towards the rest of the bags. John's eyes followed before the sound of Dean entering the room again made him quickly look away.

"Dad, you're gonna help me over here?" Sam appeared at the doorway looking for John making him remember he had things to look over.

"Yeah. Of course." John walked out leaving you and Dean to yourself.

The next day Sam and Dean planned to go together to investigate a lake close by while John decided to stay behind and finish going over some of his research. Staying in your room, you read a book you bought along with you knowing Dean would be busy with work most of the time. John sat at the desk in his room, his eyes growing tired going through books of research when he decided to take a break. Leaning back on the chair his eyes closed, drifting into a deep sleep. As he slept, a line of dark black smoke creeped into the room and found it's way into John unexpectedly. Instantly shooting his eyes open, John revealed bright golden eyes.

Laying in bed reading your book you suddenly heard the door getting unlocked. Looking up thinking it was Dean you were surprised to see his father stepping inside.

"Mr.Winchester?" You whispered confused as he closed the door behind him, something seemed off with him.

"I got a spare key, I thought Dean returned already." You frowned as you stood up closing your book, his eyes falling to your legs as you had completely forgotten you were only wearing Dean's shirt not expecting anyone to come inside but him.

"Oh-" you looked down at your legs embarrased not noticing just how much John liked what he saw. His eyes for a split second turning a golden shade before you looked back up. You caught his tongue slowly slide over his lip.

"I should change-"

"Dean left you alone here?"

"Y-yeah," John began to shake his head with half a smile as he slowly stepped closer to you.

"Now why the hell would he do that?"

"He went to work, Mr.Winchester."

"Work huh? He should work on giving you more attention."

"What?" You responded confused with his words, never had he spoken to you this way before. He continued to get closer to you as he spoke, you swore you had never seen this look on John's face before. A look of hunger, his eyes even looked darker than usual as he spoke.

"Come on, dont you think he should be more attentive to you?" John smiled in a sneaky manner as he stared down at you. Truth be told, you did wish Dean payed more attention to you, you did wish he was more available to you.

"I...I-"

"I've watched how he is with you," John interrupted.

"I mean I don't know....if I knew my woman was waiting for me the way you look right now, I'd rush right on home." You felt his eyes travel down your body then back up until they met your eyes again. You couldnt believe what he was saying, the way he was looking at you.

"See, if you were mine..things would be very different," John stepped closer making you back against a wall. Your eyes widened in shock at everything that poured out of him.

"Mr.Winchester...what are you doing..?" You whispered.

"Oh, dont tell me you havent caught me looking at you since I met you-" he responded feeling a rush inside him.

"I'm-Im happy with Dean."

"Are you?" He whispered in a husky voice, it's like he could see right through you.

"So if I were to gently brush my hand over your thigh-" he did just that as he stared directly into your eyes.

"You wouldnt like it?" You gasped.

"Please..this isnt right.." You whispered making him smile, he could tell you liked it but didnt want to admit it.

"You're telling me this doesnt turn you on?" His hand now reached in between your thighs feeling the warmth making him moan low.

"But Dean-"

"Shh..." John lifted a finger to your lips as he began to feel you on top of your underwear. You moaned with a sigh of relief closing your eyes as you felt his hand gently grab the side of your neck. John didnt stop moving his fingers in a circular motion against you, you didnt find the strength in you to stop him.

"You like that?" He whispered as you opened your eyes before he leaned in and aggressively kissed you. Submitting to him you took his kiss and let him do as he pleased. His hand still caressing the side of your neck as he bit down on your bottom lip. Your hands ran up his chest before he roughly snapped off the buttons of his flannel shirt. He stepped back slowly unbuttoning his pants and revealed his hardness to you.

"Mr.Winch-"

"John, baby. Call me John."

You bit your lip as he sat back on a chair and motioned for you to get on top of him. Not being able to hold yourself back you walked towards him as he quickly pulled your underwear down and roughly put you on top of him. Instantly you felt him enter you and you began to ride him. The two of you moaned simultaneously as you rode him hard, you had never felt anything like him before. A part of you couldnt believe what you were doing but another part of you didnt want to stop. John pulled your shirt up and pulled your body close to him, sucking on your breasts as you continued to move.

"Oh yeah, Jenna.." John groaned before grabbing your face and kissing you hard as he grinded your hips on him.

"Turn around," John spoke breathlessly as you quickly stood up and did as he asked slowly lowering yourself back down onto him.

"Oh yes.." you whispered.

"Feel better than Dean doesnt it?" He spoke hoarsely and spanked your ass hard making you scream.

"Oh, John..." you moaned as he grabbed you by the waist hard, screaming in pleasure you didnt realize what was happening behind you. In the middle of riding him, the demon was released from John's body. John suddenly realized what the hell he was doing and froze under you. The sensation so intense he almost came in that moment realizing what he was doing. His hands still tightly on your hips as you continued to bounce on him he let out a deep breath.

"Like that?" You moaned looking back at him making him let out a gruff noise as he saw your face.

"Jenna-" he panted as you rode him hard, he couldnt believe what he was doing but you felt so damn good. He couldnt stop you and he couldnt stop himself. You noticed his moans grow deeper before suddenly feeling him stand up and push you face down on the bed. John lost complete control of himself as he thrusted into you.

"I'm sorry-I cant stop-" he grunted low as he continued to drive himself into you. You couldnt understand what he was saying and only felt him move faster.

"John! John!" You screamed with how aggressively he moved your body, holding your arms behind your back, but you loved how it felt.

"Oh my god.." he groaned deeply before pulling out and gasping loudly as he unloaded himself on your ass.

"Wow," you whispered as he stepped away out of breath and you slowly pushed yourself up. Just as you turned to face him he turned away from you. You frowned as he remained quiet fixing himself up, getting dressed.

"John?" You whispered as he leaned his hand on the table lost in his thoughts.

"Are you okay?" You asked making him turn to you and look down at your body.

"Get dressed," he looked away still out of breath, he couldnt take seeing your body bare in front of him.

"What's wrong-"

"That wasnt me," he whispered roughly.

"What?" You let out a chuckle in disbelief.

"Something took over me-" he repeated although he knew you'd have no idea what he meant.

"But I couldnt stop myself after...I didnt wanna stop...Jesus Christ, Jenna..I've wanted you for a while." You stood in silence staring at him, still in shock with what just happened. You had no idea from the moment John met you he was attracted to you.

"John-"

"Please dont say my god damn name like that, I'll take you again before Dean comes." He blurt out and you had to admit he sounded very sexy saying it in his deep voice. But suddenly you remembered Dean and looked away.

"What is it?" He walked towards you with a frown.

"What do you mean what is it? What about Dean..what's he going to think-"

"We dont tell him a damn thing, Jenna." He looked down at you in a very serious manner.

"Leave with me," he suddenly blurt out making your eyes widen.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Leave with me now, we'll go anywhere I just...I need to feel you again tonight and I wont allow Dean to have you again."

"John..." you whispered feeling confused yet aroused with his dominating words.

"Jenna, please." John had no idea what came over him, all he knew was that he couldnt ignore how badly he wanted you.

"I know you want more of me, you're just afraid to admit it. How do you think it's going to be staying around him? You think I'll be able to keep my hands off you, sweetheart?"

"I just-"

"You think I wont try to be inside you every chance I get?" Your eyes practically rolled back at his words, you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

"Let's go, Jenna. Pack your shit and let's go before he comes."

Without saying a word you gave in and ran around the room collecting your belongings in your backpack. John took hold of your stuff leading you to his truck. Without second guessing anything or looking back, you got in the car and let John drive you away..

[samusangel]

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚𓆟 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀; what happens when inarizaki’s sweetheart falls head over heels for renowned fuckboy miya atsumu?

⤿ 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲; fluff, angst

⤿ 𝗮/𝗻; everyone has a kansai accent (the reader’s accent isnt that strong at times) so dont let ur brain get jumbled. enjoy <3

⤿ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴(??): swearing, SPOILERS!!

⤿ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.3k

𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗼 *̣̩⋆̩☽ 

y/l/n y/n, inarizaki’s very own angel. always bubbling with excitement, always smiling. her giggles often enchant the students of inarizaki; it’s like a glimpse into heaven.

never in a million years would they have thought she’d be friends with miya atsumu. inarizaki’s very own devil in disguise. your typical heartbreaker.

if it wasn’t for kita and suna’s constant begging for her to be the manager for the volleyball club, she’d probably not even talk to him.

“y/n-chan!”

you swiftly turn on your heel, stopping the current conversation you were having with aran. atsumu’s in front of you, panting. he must’ve been running here; you put a mental note in your brain to give him water later.

“thought i’d never catch up to ya. for a shorty, yer pretty quick.” atsumu’s smiling at you, it’s the same smile he gives to every other girl. you aren’t special to him, you’re just a fling waiting to happen.

you’ve been crushing on atsumu for quite a while. maybe it’s the affection he gives you? the other boys on the volleyball team give you brotherly love, you even call kita nii-san sometimes. but atsumu? his affection gave the intentions that he was interested in you. the same affectionate ways your friends’ boyfriends gave them. but you think again. this is miya atsumu, a playboy at it’s finest. he would never be interested in you, right?

“‘tsumu, i told ya not to call me shorty!” you lightly smack his arm, pouting.

“can’t resist it, yer too cute to not be called shorty. let’s go.” atsumu holds your hand as the two of you walk to the gym for practice.

“kita-nii!” you quickly let go of atsumu’s hand and run towards kita, hugging him.

“y/n-chan, it’s good to see you made it without you and ‘tsumu bitin each others’ heads off!” kita chuckles, patting your head as a signal to go get the surprise you had made for the team, aran getting up to go with you.

the moment you’re out of earshot, kita yells at atsumu.

“why’re ya late, ‘tsumu? thought ya said you’d make it on time today,” kita scoffs, thoroughly done with atsumu constantly being late the past month. nationals were coming up, he couldn’t have the team slacking, “don’t tell me it’s another one o’ ya dumb flings again.”

“was waitin for y/n-chan, she had to stay back and help some douche with his homework. tch, as if,” there was a certain jealously laced in his words, one that if you’d heard it you’re sure it would make your precious little heart burst.

“yer not much better, ya know.” osamu casually puts out, and he isn’t wrong. after all, atsumu isn’t given the title ‘playboy’ for nothing.

“‘samu, don’t be like that. i aint all that bad, right?” atsumu whines, frowning like a little kid about to have a temper tantrum.

“guys!! i have somethin’ for ya!” you walk back into the gym with aran, both holding a tray of baked goods.

“eh? y/n-chan, what’s that for?” the sweet smell of vanilla and strawberries wafts through the air, very quickly catching the inarizaki team’s attention.

“well.. you guys have been working really hard lately getting ready for nationals so i thought it’d be nice to bake you guys some sweets,” the team stared at her, wide-eyed. how did they get so lucky?

“o-oh but.. if ya guys don’t wan’ em-”

“y/n-chan, ya fuckin angel. we’re gonna eat all of these.” atsumu pulls you into a hug, your face smushed into his chest. you feel your cheeks heat up at the compliment, but you ignore the fuzzy feeling and familiar butterflies swarming; simply letting atsumu do what he wanted.

“‘tsumu, let go! ya gotta eat before the rest of the guys eat em!” atsumu loosens his grip around you, changing his hold on you to his arm falling to your waist.

the team eat the trays of pastries you baked the night before, osamu and atsumu constantly fighting over the mini-cupcakes you made with the extra batter. osamu claims they taste better, while atsumu just wants an excuse to beat his brother at something. suna just quietly eats the vanilla cookies, thanking you for being so generous to the idiots on his team. aran and kita are just watching osamu and atsumu fight, munching on cornets.

atsumu usually doesn’t make it very far fighting with osamu, it seems keeping his hold on your waist is much more important to him. your heart flutters at the position you’re currently in; you sitting next to atsumu, your head resting softly on his shoulder. atsumu humming a soft little tune only for your ears to hear as he peacefully watches you play with his much larger hands.

“should i bake some more for tomorrow?” you ask, lifting your head from atsumu’s shoulder to start packing up the trays and cleaning any crumbs the boys left behind.

“if ya wanna, we’re not fussed.” aran smiles sweetly to you; you simply give a small smile back.

“alright, we’ll just skip practice for today. you’re all gonna practice extra tomorrow though,” kita chuckles hearing the disapproving groans from his teammates, “don’t worry, im sure y/n can think of a way to keep ya excited.”

“i’ll start thinkin of some fun activities we can do on the weekend!” you chirp, getting up to find your bag.

everyone starts piling out; you walking out eagerly chatting with osamu about a new recipe you’ve been dying to try. atsumu’s much larger hand engulfs yours as you and atsumu split ways from osamu since atsumu insisted he walk you home.

“’tsumu, you don’t have to walk me home. i’m not a lil’ kid anymore.” you smile at him, feeling a sense of euphoria at the fact he chose to walk you home instead of walking home with osamu.

“yer so innocent though, i swear someone could lure ya in with candy or somethin’.” atsumu laughs, watching the way your face goes from a soft smile to slightly confused to very offended.

“c’mon atsu’,” you whined, pouting, “i’m not that dumb!”

“yeah, but ya aren’t that smart either,” he takes a moment to admire you while you ramble about how you still got better grades than him and how osamu is the smarter twin.

“oh! tsumu, you should go home now.”

“right. see ya tomorrow, y/n!”

the next few days pass and you feel as if the atmosphere is off between you and atsumu. you’ve spoken to osamu about it and he feels the same way. did something happen between you and atsumu?

“..astu’?” you tap atsumu’s shoulder softly, letting him know you’re there.

“oh. y/l/n.” atsumu isn’t looking at you with the usual gleam in his eyes and you’re starting to wondering if you messed up something.

“‘tsumu, why’re you callin’ me by my last name?” you bite your lip in a state of confusion and nervousness.

“y/n. we need to talk.” he sighs in a way that you would when you’re disappointed and you’re thinking you really fucked up.

after school, you meet atsumu in the gym. they don’t have practice today, so the gym was the perfect place to meet up.

“y/n. i know what you think about me. i can see it in the way you look at me.” atsumu begins, almost instantly regretting what he’s decided to do. the way your eyes are starting to tear up makes him know you know what he’s talking about.

“atsumu.. i didn’t- i didn’t mean to. it just-” you stutter out, tears dripping down your cheeks, as atsumu pulls you into a hug.

“shh, i know. it’s okay, yeah? just ‘cause ya fell in love with me doesn’t mean we can’t still be friends. just needed ya to know that ya shouldn’t confess to me. i’m gonna have to reject ya, and i really don’t wanna do that.” you don’t know what to say, especially since you were hoping to confess to him in a few days.

“i- i’m gonna go, atsumu.” you pull away from him after a few minutes of silence and after your sobs have silenced.

“i’ll walk you home.”

“no.. atsumu, i need time to think, y’know?”

days pass, days turning to weeks and weeks beginning to edge onto two months. the heavy tension in the gym is suffocating. the bus ride to nationals isn’t much better either. you’re sitting as far away from atsumu as you can, avoiding the awkward looks he gives you. you know he wants to apologise for being so blunt to you, but you aren’t ready to talk to him yet.

“y/n, i think it’s time you talked with ‘tsumu. i know you don’t want to, but as our manager you have to for the sake of the team.” kita’s calm voice snaps you out of your lost state of mind. it was evident that you weren’t feeling your best from the way your gaze was soft and it looked like you were drifting off.

“oh. uh.. i don’t think he wants to see me right now?” you try to make an excuse but kita simply shakes his head no and you grumble.

“y/n. go now, please. ‘tsumu isn’t focusin’ durin’ practice. as manager ya needa set him straight.”

“kita-nii..” you hesitate for a moment, “fine. i’ll do it.”

“thank you, y/n.”

you walk up to atsumu, who seems quite surprised you’re even looking at him right now, and sit next to him.

“atsu’.. i don’t wanna be the reason you might lose nationals. i know how much this means to you,” you make eye contact with atsumu for the first time in about a month.

“y/n, it’s not yer fault, yeah?” atsumu cups your cheek with his hand, a small smile growing on his face, “shouldn’t have been so blunt with ya anyways, shoulda known you’d react like this.”

“are.. are we okay again?” you bite your lip lightly, patiently waiting for a reply.

“think we were always okay, we just had a lil’ mishap, y’know?”

“so.. can i sit next to you?” you feel at peace knowing what happened hopefully won’t change your current dynamic, even if you know atsumu definitely won’t be yours.

“yeah, ya can. c’mere.” you sit down before atsumu tucks you into his side.

the rest of the ride is silent, but the uncomfortable tension is eased.

nationals pass by in a few blinks. but in the end, unfortunately, inarizaki lost to karasuno; a school no one would’ve thought could make it this far before, not after their reputation of being ‘clipped crows’.

the bus is once again silent during the ride home, and it breaks your heart — as the manager who’s been with them as long as the second years have — seeing how distraught the boys look. everyone looks disappointed in themselves, even suna looks upset. but most of all, atsumu looks like he’s on the verge of tears. and sitting next to him gives you the front seats to the way his eyes are glossy, the tears threatening to spill over any moment.

even the school feels silent, the losing game somehow affecting the entirety of inarizaki. even you, the bubbly sweetheart, could barely smile.

months pass, and now it’s almost the end of your second year. everything seemed to pass in a blur, from the losing match to the rest of your second year. the only thing that seemed to linger was the feeling of regret; and your feelings for atsumu. maybe if you didn’t catch feelings for atsumu, he would’ve been more focused. if you didn’t catch feelings, he wouldn’t have had to talk to you about it.

although the boys didn’t technically have to keep practicing, a few of the boys kept going; especially atsumu.

“atsu’? it’s time to lock up before ya get in trouble from coach. again.” your soft voice calling out to atsumu snaps him out of his focus.

“oh. yeah, gimme a minute.”

you watch atsumu do his jump serve, the sound of the impact from the ball hitting the floor bouncing on the walls of the gym. atsumu tried to hit another serve before you register why you’re there but it’s too late.

“atsu’, no! i’ll help you clean up, c’mon. you gotta walk me home, it’s late. it’d be terrible if i, your precious manager, got kidnapped right?” you joked, though you were still terrified at the thought of getting kidnapped for real.

“yeah ya right, it’d be so hard for the team without our darlin’ lil’ manager.” atsumu chuckles.

your parents didn’t really mind where you went at night, especially since they knew you were often with atsumu. so it’s no surprise that your parents don’t call or text when it’s late at night and you’re at a park with atsumu, sitting on a bench together. the cold breeze making you wish you’d brought your jacket with you that day. and it seems atsumu notices because soon after you shiver, atsumu’s large jacket is placed on your shoulders.

“hey, y/n?” atsumu swings his arm around your shoulder and makes you shuffle closer to him.

“mm?”

“i like you.”

“oh, cool. wait. what??” your whip your head to face him, shocked at the sudden confession.

“maybe i can give this whole love thing a shot? doesn’t seem that hard to keep ya happy.” atsumu jokes, watching as your expression shuffles through happy, confused and a mix of the two.

“i- i like you too but.. your volleyball career?”

atsumu simply shushes you and brings you into a soft kiss; and you wish time would stop right then.

“be my girlfriend?” he smiles at you, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

and who were you to say no to that?

[babysizedfics]

2! - 👑

baby vee on the loose in just a diaper

vote from this concept voting post!

warning: this includes tickling and light teasing and is INCREDIBLY adorable

one day vee is in her slightly older headspace that being 18 months - which coincidentally is the age babies start running

now roman (whos not little) and patton are just chilling in romans room talking and waiting for logan to finish changing vee into a diaper so they can all play with the baby

when suddenly they hear a muffled "Vee, sit back- Baby! Baby, no, no no come back! BABY-"

that is followed by quick little footsteps appraching the door and light giggles - then vee pushes the door open, jiji clutched to her chest, dressed in a pink crop top that reads "cute" in rainbow letters and a pink and white diaper and literally nothing else

roman and patton instantly burst out laughing because she toddles into the room so quickly but shes so wobbly! wearing a diaper makes it hard to walk for her because of the thick padding so she really is toddling like a baby

and she immediately darts to the bed where roman is sitting propped against the headboard and he hurriedly opens his arms just in time for her to literally collapse on his chest and wriggle around to straddle his lap, all while squeaking in laughter

"heya, titch," roman giggles, holding her steady. "did you escape, huh?" and he feels so delighted and amused that her diaper is on full display and is crinkling loudly when vee giggles and wriggles.

"Vee?? Baby, where are you?!" logan sounds panicked in the hallway

"in here loganberry!" patton chuckles, his phone pulled out and clearly capturing a ton of photos of this moment

but vee whines and quickly hides her face in romans shoulder and covers her head with jiji

Roman giggles "whatcha doin, baby?"

and she responds from her hiding place "umbibible"

"youre what?" patton frowns, still smiling though

roman chuckles understanding what she means "are you invisible?"

vee nods and squeals in delight. "shh shh bimbible!"

"ohh okay, shh shh" roman whispers and nods very seriously and cradles the back of her shoulders and diaper to hold her safe and help her hide. "invisible"

logan suddenly bursts in looking stressed as heck and sighs in relief when he sees vee in romans lap

"hey specs, whats got you so frazzled?" roman asks and bites his lip to contain his laughter

after a brief moment taking a deep breath and running his hand back through his hair, logan has recomposed himself. "hello roman. Could you do me a favor and hand over the baby in your lap?"

then roman frowns. "what baby?"

vee giggles and buries her head more in romans neck. he doesnt mind the slight ache at all

logan smiles humourlessly. "very funny, but I need to get her dress on"

"i dont think it would fit you, honey" patton jokes from behind his phone.

roman snorts

logan stares at patton, expressionless

and then roman notices that the way patton holds the camera is so obvious he is taking a VIDEO of this exchange. roman hugs vee tighter with pride

"okay, i really do need to get the baby dressed though" logan insists to roman with a little smile

roman makes a show of looking around the room, avoiding looking down at the adorable mound of pink and white in his lap. "sorry, i dont see any baby"

vee squirms and her diaper crinkles loudly. then they all hear the tiniest babyish whisper. "bimbible"

they're all trying so hard not to laugh now, logan is like biting his cheek to stop smiling and sternly says "roman, I need to get your baby sibling dressed"

"logan i literally have no idea where she is!"

vee giggles and kicks her feet lightly in excitemnt

a choked laugh escapes patton before he scrunches his face to stop it, and logan closes his eyes, his face twitching with the effort not to laugh. romans the best at holding in laughter but he's close to breaking he can tell

"okahay" logan says with a concealed chuckle. "okay, then. roman can you please help me find the baby?"

roman gasps dramatically. "logan, you lost the baby?! What kind of a mother are you!!"

and vee suddenly squeals loud and highpitched into romans shoulder and wiggles so much that shes basically vibrating with excitement

everyone silently wheezes at the reaction: logan slams his hand over his mouth and has to hold the wall for support, romans head drops back in a silent scream of laughter and cradles vees head, and pattons eyes squint shut and the camera wobbles as he shakes with silent chuckles

at that point patton knows they need to wrap this up or they'll either burst into loud laughter and risk startling vee, or they'll all run out of breath from trying to hold it back

"if there was a baby in here," he laughs as gently as he can, "then surely she would be invisible, right roman?"

roman agrees "yes obviously, patton" and he sways gently cradling vee because she was constantly squeaking and squirming and they dont want her getting too overexcited

again, vee giggles "bimbible, bimbible!" still hiding in romans shoulder

of course that gives logan an idea

he approaches the bed "well im afraid theres only one way to find invisible babies" he starts very solemnly and perches on the edge of the mattress next to roman and totally not a totally visible baby

then he smiles. "is sheeeee... over here?" he asks, fluttering just one finger over her neck and vee squeaks and pulls jiji down to cover her neck

roman smiles and strokes her now visible purple hair

"hmm" logan hums in thought as patton gets up from the beanbag to get a better angle to film this whole debacle. logan smiles at the camera mischievously for a moment, apparently forgetting his camera shyness in the excitement

"is she perhaps here?" and he scribbles all fingers of one hand over the exposed back of her knee

vee giggles melodically and quickly folds her legs up into romans lap - but her toes are scrunching happily. shes no longer hidden in romans shoulder but is still curled up against his chest and is hiding her face with jiji

"I think I know where the baby is~" logan sings teasingly, and everyone beams and giggles at the way vee wiggles so much that roman has to curl his arms all the way around her and her diaper to stop her from wriggling right off his lap

"she must be...." logan draws it out, wiggling all ten fingers towards her back. "over here!"

logans fingertips land just above the hem of vee's diaper, settling on her sides and the back of her ribs and scribbling and spiralling gently - the diaper hem rustles loudly under his fingers but thats nothing compared to the reaction from vee

she positively screeches with squeaky laughter, dropping jiji instantly to reveal her flushed cheeks and her scrunched up happy eyes and her big big gummy smile! she wriggles around so much and flaps jiji in the air excitedly

and everyone coos "THERE SHE IS~ 💞" in unison

...

when they finish with the tickling and the giggling, logan finally gets vee back in her room to get dressed... but she whines and pouts whenever he tried to put any kind of skirt or pants on her

try as he might logan literally cannot convince vee to wear anymore clothes than she's already wearing - so for a compromise he simply puts on her ruffly white diaper cover !

patton absolutey bursts with love and adorableness when he sees her all smiley and blushy and wriggly in her cute poofy diaper cover and roman giggles and thinks about how much fun it'll be to remind vee about this tomorrow >:3c

for the entire day everyone is just so giggly because vee is in the most playful happy baby mood, she loves not wearing any pants or skirts and keeps wiggling on her butt to hear the diaper crinkles and kicking her bare legs in excitement and squeals

...

the next morning roman absolutely follows through on his promise to himself and tells vee all about it

vee is so so embarrassed, blushing like mad and hiding her face behind logans shoulder as everyone smiles and tries not to giggle too hard at her reaction

"oh my god, why didnt anyone dress me??"

"you put up quite a fight" logan says so casually it almost sounds like he isnt grinning ear to ear. "youre very persuasive when you pout, princess"

vee pulls away from him with a very appropriate pout

"aww come on dont be embarrassed," patton coos "you were the most adorable little baby in the world yesterday with your poofy little diaper butt"

"dad!" vee squeaks in indignation

everyone giggles at her reaction (and roman sees her lips twitch up in a hidden smile)

roman leans to whisper in her ear "i think you like it~"

"stoooop" vee whines and buries her burning cheeks against romans shoudler instead

big mistake

"wow déja vu" roman chuckles "i guess youre not straddling my lap this time though - all wriggly and giggly and crinkly"

vee pulls back form him with a bewildered look "i was in your lap? and i was only wearing--"

"well sure!" patton chuckles as though its ridiculous vee is even questioning it. "i dunno why youre so suprised, you always sit in your brothers lap. OH I can show you the video to prove it!" and he pulls out his cellphone and starts searching for the video

"i dunno pat, are you sure it will help to watch the video?" roman asks

and for a MILLISECOND vee thinks roman is actually for once showing her mercy

then he smiles at her. "i mean she was 'bimbible', I dunno if you wouldve caught her on camera"

"thats very true," logan nods, sipping his coffee with a smirk "though it might be worth reviewing the footage purely for research purposes"

patton laughs "oh of course, we really have to check if you can see 'bimbible' babies on camera... oop, i think we can!"

patton beams and holds up his phone to show a picture of vee curled up against romans chest, half-naked and with romans hands curled round her shoulders and the top of the diaper, his head thrown back and clearly in the midst of delighted laughter

vee squeaks and pulls minty from their seat at the breakfast table to bury her face in them. "youre my only ally minty" she whispers into their fluff as the family all coo over the adorable photos