#like… i wasn’t just being stupid and babyish that’s like a Thing!

[astronomical-bagel]

every day I wake up and face autism truths about myself

[mellowsadistic]

Easter Bunnies - Part 2

Mellie spotted the green tinfoil wrapping of an Easter egg hiding nestled among some dandelions, sparkling in the warm sunlight, and she toddled over at once to snatch it up before Hazel or Jackie could get to it. She dropped it into her little wicker basket and felt a burst of pride so strong that she simply had to do a happy little dance to let out some of her feelings. Her diaper crinkled between her legs, and she could feel her bunny ears wobbling on her head as she hopped happily from foot to foot. She didn’t like her stupid nappy, but she loved her fluffy bunny ears, and she loved the rest of her outfit too. Her pretty dress was yellow and white, and it had a big bow on the back. Daddy said it made her look very pretty.

She heard laughter behind her, and she looked around to see Daddy chuckling at her. He was sitting on the decking with Hazel and Jackie’s Daddies, and they were sipping some grown-up drink out of glasses. She’d already had her orange juice from a nice, safe sippy-cup. Because she was a big girl, Daddy had said. She didn’t need to be bottle-fed like Jackie. She wasn’t as big as Hazel (who didn’t even need a diaper!) but she wasn’t a silly baby either. She grinned back at her Daddy and waved.

Hazel toddled over to her. “How many eggs haf you got, Mewwie?” she demanded.

Mellie looked into her basket. She didn’t know. Numbers were so hard, but she didn’t want to look silly in front of a big girl like Hazel. “Fwee…” she said, uncertainly.

Hazel giggled. “Nu-uh! You gots way more than fwee!” She peered into Mellie’s basket, her face scrunched up with the effort of thinking. “You gots… seven!” She looked back at Mellie and put her hands on her bare hips, smiling smugly. “You can’t count! You just a baby wike Jackie!”

“No!” Mellie whined, stamping her foot. “I a big girl!”

“Nu-uh!” Hazel said again, shaking her head. “You need nappies! You just a baby!”

Mellie felt tears welling up in her eyes. “I don’t!” She hiked up her dress and reached for the tapes of her disposable diaper, intending to rip the stupid, babyish thing off and throw it into the bushes.

“Don’t touch your nappy, Mellie!” Daddy’s stern voice rang out across the garden, and Mellie whipped her hand away from the tapes at once with a whimper. “You need it, baby girl! Taking it off is a big no-no!”

Hazel smirked with satisfaction and ran off to find some more eggs, bare bottom jiggling, but she stopped after just a few paces and clutched a hand to her princess parts. “Daddy!” she cried, looking over at the grown-ups with sudden desperation. She started dancing just like Mellie had been, hopping from one foot to the other. “I need my potty, Daddy! Gotta pee-pee now!”

“Okay, darling!” her Daddy replied. “Come here quickly! I’ve got your potty!”

“You too, Jackie!” Jackie’s Daddy said. “Time for a diaper check!”

“And you Mellie!” Mellie’s own Daddy called, his voice much gentler this time. He spread his arms wide. “Come to Dada, sweetheart! I want to see how many eggs you’ve found!”

Mellie’s bad feelings at being scolded vanished at once, and a big smile tugged at her lips. She ran as fast as she could over to the decking, following behind Hazel potty-dancing her way towards her Daddy. Jackie brought up the rear, toddling along like she’d barely learned to walk. Her nappy was hanging very low between her legs. She was such a silly baby, Mellie thought, throwing a superior look over her shoulder at the girl. Her nappy wasn’t anywhere near that droopy – though as she waddled over to her Daddy, she felt a sudden wetness spreading around her no-no spot. With a blush, she realised she was wetting herself. She wished she could hold it and use the potty like a big girl, but she couldn’t control when she went pee-pee. Daddy had told her so, and Daddy was always right. Warm wee-wee flooded her diaper as she toddled towards the decking, and the thirsty padding between her legs soaked it all up. She could feel her Pampers getting heavier and bulkier, pushing her thighs apart and making her waddle even more pronounced.

“Hurry, Daddy!” Hazel pleaded, squirming in desperation as her Daddy placed a white training potty down on the decking in front of her. He took her by the hands and guided her bottom down onto the plastic seat, and Hazel let out a loud sigh of relief. A moment later, the tinkling sound of pee hitting the bottom of her potty reached their ears, just as Mellie reached the decking and fell into her Daddy’s arms.

“What a big girl!” Hazel’s Daddy crooned, stroking Hazel’s bare back and bending down to kiss the top of her head. “Look at you going pee-pee in the potty, just like a grown-up!”

Hazel beamed up at him, and Mellie watched jealously. Her full lips formed a pout, and her grumpiness only worsened when she felt Daddy pulling back the waistband of her nappy to check her bottom. “No messies yet,” he declared, letting her diaper snap back into place. He slipped his hand down the front of her pants next. “Uh-oh…” he cooed, taking a seat in a garden chair and pulling her into his lap. “I think somebody’s done a big pee-pee, hasn’t she?” He bounced her on his knee and made her soggy diaper squish beneath her. “Does Daddy’s little girl have an icky wet nappy?”

“Daddddyyyy…” Mellie whined, wrinkling her nose and blushing.

“I’m sorry, baby girl,” he said, kissing her on the nose. “I didn’t mean to make you upset. I know how sensitive you are about your baby pants, but you’re just too little for the potty at the moment. Maybe Daddy will potty train you in a few years’ time, hmm? Would you like that, princess?”

“Weally?!” Mellie looked into his face excitedly. She didn’t know how long a year was, but she desperately wanted to get out of diapers.

Daddy chuckled and bounced her on his knee again. “Sure, baby. It might take a while, but maybe one day you’ll be able to wear big girl pull-ups, or even go bare botty like Hazel!”

“Yay!” Mellie wiggled happily in his lap. “Fank you, Daddy!”

All of the grown-ups started laughing then. Hazel giggled too, and even Jackie let out a happy gurgle. Mellie joined in, but she didn’t really get what was funny.

“I’m not sure my little lady is ever getting out of nappies,” said Jackie’s Daddy as he lifted his baby girl’s legs into the air by the ankles, exposing her messy bottom. Near the beginning of the egg hunt, Jackie had squatted down in the middle of the garden and pooped her pants, but since she didn’t fuss much over a dirty diaper, there’d been no need to change her straight away. “Are you, stinky-bum?” her Daddy cooed while he worked at her bottom with baby wipes. “I think you’re going to spend the rest of your life in messy nappies!”

“Methee nappeeth!” Jackie echoed, lifting her legs all the way back over her head and trying to cram her toes into her mouth.

“You’re a bit soggy,” Mellie’s Daddy told her, hugging her tightly, “but I don’t think you need a change just yet.” He patted her crotch. “That nappy can hold a lot more.”

Once Hazel had finished on her potty, and Jackie was done getting her nappy changed, the three girls had their egg baskets inspected. Mellie had seven, Hazel had ten, and Jackie had four.

“There are still a few more out there,” said Jackie’s Daddy. “Shall we take advantage of the good weather and let them keep playing for now?”

“Good idea,” said Hazel’s Daddy. “It would be good for them to burn off some more energy before naptime. My little tot will be bouncing off the walls if we take her inside.”

“Alright girls,” said Mellie’s Daddy. “Good job finding all those eggs! Do you think you can find the last ones too?”

The three ladies nodded earnestly.

“Then off you go, little ones!” said Daddy. He gave Mellie’s bottom a pat to send her on her way, and she toddled off back into the garden with her two friends, diaper squishing wetly between her thighs, eager to find as many eggs as she could.

[rayalltheway]

I am seriously begging to my fellow lmk fandom to cut it out with the “Monkey King can’t read” jokes. It’s not funny, it’s not cute, and it literally makes no sense because nothing on the canon remotely supports that and the show joke moment that everyone uses for it wasn’t evEN ABOUT WHETHER HE COULD READ OR NOT.

Like. Even if that was the case, why is a character being illiterate getting treated like a cute, silly trait to poke at as an uwu quality…. seriously, do you guys not think that’s weird? That just screams infantilization to me.

And that’s the thing because this is not just another fictional character, this is SUN WUKONG. LMK Sun Wukong, but still. He is literally fucking called the Intelligent Stone Monkey. I get the jokes about him being a kinda silly old man with a lotta baggage he’s failed to properly deal with, but making up shit just to take the piss out of him and make him sound babyish or stupid in a “cute” way? What is the reason

And honestly, there are interesting things you could do with a head canon like that — maybe he has trouble adjusting to modern written language, an old guy trying to catch up but sometimes it’s not easy. Handled well, you could actually make some fun, creative head canons out of that while remembering it’s still not ACTUALLY canon. But people have taken the “can’t read?” part out of context so much I’m scared that people actually think it’s canon, and for know reason other than to seemingly point and go “hahaha dumb monkey can’t read sure he can write letters and went to school and knows how to use a computer but he still can’t cuz it’s funny hahaha”

Actually think about it critically. It makes no sense. Why are you willfully disregarding canon details and what makes the important religious icon Sun Wukong Sun Wukong for something that wasn’t even the real joke in one scene of this show? Some jokes are just completely stupid in a bad way and this is one of them.

[bishop-percival]

@head-chef-watchdog-quincy

(prev) Very bold of this man to commit such a cruel thing while in such vulnerable position. Quincy watches the plate burn, his hard work insulted and incinerated beyond recognition. It almost brought him to tears however a much more powerful feeling overtakes this. He kicks Percival's chair in again, with much more force this time, possibly winding the bishop due to digging his torso so suddenly into the edge of the table. "...At least my steak isn't pathetic enough to cry over a pet rat." The chef shook there for a moment, many ideas began to run through his head. Quincy thought Percival was his friend, but a friend does not act like this do they? Did the rat really upset Percival that much? Whatever the issue Percival resorted with insults and cruelty and so Quincy did not feel very merciful now. In all of his life the one thing he has been passionate for, cooking, for his cooking to be insulted by such a snarky and babyish... Friend... How infuriating. He continues, his voice sounds much more restrained than before, he's seething as he tries to hold himself in place behind the chair. "It's a pet Percival, you calm down and I calm down, but if you can't calm down..." Quincy rummages once again through his coat and good god that's a cleaver "Then I won't calm down." To demonstrate juuust how serious he was being right now Quincy slammed the damned thing just about near where Percival's plate should be. It digs into the table. He's holding the chair with one hand which means he did this little demonstration with his one spare hand. Not two hands. Quincy is capable of cutting rather cleanly into a solid surface with one hand. He is trying, very hard, to be a polite person right now. He could have just gone straight for Percival's stupid little vulnerable fingers and made his way around from there however he must give his friend some form of chance. Maybe rats just make Bishop Percival so afraid and erratic, but even then, atleast one finger should be worth the damage Percival had done to the dish. It's the least that man could offer for ruining his dinner for friends. Quincy doesn't say these things but they're very persistent in his head. He would be lying to himself if he said he was not remotely tempted to dice that man. But that's not a way to think of friends... ..Is it? Is he a friend..? Quincy isn't familiar enough with friends to understand so well, so instead of overthinking it he asks bluntly. He does not move his cleaver. "The Most Reverend Bishop Percival, are you my friend?"

“PWOOHH!” was the sound of the wind getting knocked out of the bishop as he slammed into the table. The slam of the table startled Sherri Jr and she quickly clambered back into Bert’s labcoat. The charred plate fell from Percy’s hands and shattered, scattering the steak ashes around. Bert, who had been eating while tentatively watching this all unfold like a movie, then frowned after realizing he’s going to have to clean that up.

Percival slumped forward a bit, but did not flinch when the cleaver blade came crashing down an inch away from his face. He slowly turned his head to meet the eye of the chef. He took in a raspy breath in preparation to answer the chef’s question. But before anything could leave his mouth, the moment was interrupted by a “Stop, stop, stoppen! The both of you!”

Bert rose from his seat. “The both of you are being rude!” He pointed at the broken plate. “Percy! Glass mess I have to clean!” He pointed at the door. “Door handle mess I have to replace!” 

Bert then looked at Chef Quincy, brow furrowed. “And Chef Quincy!” He pointed at the cleaver wedged in the table. “Table mess I have to fix!” He opened the side of his labcoat to reveal the lump of green fur shivering in his pocket. “Sherri Jr mess I have to comfort!” And if Quincy got mad enough to cleave into that rotten bishop, that would be a blood mess he’d have to take care of… but Bert wasn’t going to say that one out loud.

But what Bert was about to say out loud, he didn’t quite mean it truthfully but just wanted to deescalate the situation. “I have been rude too. I did not know Percy was so so so afraid and scared of rats. So let’s please not hurt anyone. Because that is rude too.”

[makur0]

hi, could i request an ibara x gn!reader where ibara has had a long stressful day and so to help him let go, reader has tied him up and fucks him slow and hard? reader being a soft dom and/or service top and ibara having a bit of a hard time giving up control? ibara works so hard and i need to be able to fuck him good enough that his brain is too melted to worry like i need air. thank you so much in advance <3

“Let me take the lead…”

synopsis — it’s going to certainly take some coaxing, but soon enough you’ll have him tied up and enjoying what you give him. [ibara saegusa x gn! reader]

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. service dom! reader, sub! ibara, forced submission?, penetration, praise, bondage, ibara being a little shit, mentioned that reader has a cock/strap

author’s note — ngl it feels good coming back to requests after suffering from kinktober lmao (IVE SEEN SO MANY POSTS ABOUT THIS MAN AND IM SO GLAD IM WRITING THIS AT THE PERFECT TIMEEEE)

word count — 1145

“NOT RIGHT NOW, [NAME], I’M BUSY.”

Another day of Ibara and his terrible attitude.

Of course, you couldn’t entirely blame it on him- being the Vice President of his agency and all did throw a lot of work on the male and all.

But you were his lover. He should be a tad bit softer to you, no?

“Do you need anything?” You tried, catching up to him as he walked to his office. “Tea, coffee? Something to eat? What about-”

“Not-” He started with a cold tone, but paused and took a deep breath. “I’m all good, I promise. Thank you, though.”

He quickened his pact to his room, shutting his door as you frowned at his disappearance. Rude much.

But, you really couldn’t do anything about it. After pacing the hallway, trying to think of a solution, you gave up and collapsed on your shared bed, sighing heavily. Not only was he shutting you out for the moment, but you were bored out of your mind. 

I should just go to work tomorrow despite my break-

No. Fuck no, that’s an all time low.

You fussed mindlessly with the sheets, a small pout on your face. You could always call your friends and go out... but there was a nagging feeling in the back of your mind.

You wanted- no needed to stay here.

---

Ibara groaned, slouching as he dropped his head on the half-finished paperwork. Stupid him, thinking he can schedule two major events on top of each other. He longed for it to finish it themselves, but there wasn’t such thing. He was glued to his desk until the tedious work was done.

A soft knock on his door caused him to raise his head, fixing his glasses as he turned to your figure entering the room. “Yes?”

“Why don’t you take a break?” You questioned, ignoring the twitch of his eye. “Eat something, or... something.”

The male clenched his jaw, turning back to his work. “I can’t, [name]. I appreciate the effort, but-”

His voice faltered as your cold fingers traced his jawline, your hand cupping his chin as you hovered your head over his shoulder. What...?

“But you’re making me so sad, Ibara,” you said in a singsong voice, your babyish expression reflecting on his computer screen. “I just want to hang out with my beloved, y’know?”

The latter tensed, hands fidgeting with the corner of his papers. “I- I don’t think-”

Ibara jolted, a gasp leaving his lips as he snatched your sneaky hand from his waist, round cyan eyes half-glaring at you. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to make you relax,” You hummed, a slight chuckle leaving you. “Of course, I can do so much more if you just let me~”

He should shake you off, now. He should reprimand you for bothering him, he should-

He swallowed at your reflection, your eyes staring straight at him with a half-lidded gaze. With is computer being the only light provided in his dark room, your expression looked all the more... tempting.

For once, he was at a loss of words. “I- no, no, I have work... yes, work. L-later-”

His voice died completely in his throat as you slid onto his lap, closing his computer and enveloping the two of you in complete darkness. Immediately he tried to reach for it for a source of light but you yanked his hands back, your own exploring his torso under his dress shirt.

“[name]-!” His retort sounded more like a hissy whine as you pinned his hands, his head throwing back as Ibara felt your lips on the nape of his neck. “Stop-p~!”

“Mmm, no,” You cooed, petting his hair. “I’m merely just helping you out.”

If you could see him clearly, he was now a panting mess, his glasses askew as his attempts to remove you off his lap became less forced. You even felt the bold tent rising from his pants, brushing against you.

After fully riling Ibara up, you pulled away from him, grinning at the rather loud whine of his loss. Because it was pitch black in his room you had to feel around the desk, but you found what you were looking for: his tie.

“Stand up, darling,” You said to him. He immediately jumped out of his seat, judging from the sound of rushed movements, but he was hesitant as he pressed your body flush with yours, his hot breath tickling your chest.

You slid him off of you, making sure he was between you and the desk as you had him bend over. “[name]? W-what-?”

“Let me just take the lead, love,” You pressed a kiss against his back, taking his hands and wrapping his tie around him and the desk lamp. Hopefully it’ll stay firm... “Let me serve you.”

Ibara sighed shakily, resting his head on his desk as you tugged his pants and boxers down, his leaking tip hitting the cold air.

“If only I could see you...” You murmured, palming his ass as you lined up to his hole. “But I feel like you’ll like it better this way.”

Slowly you slid into him, causing the male to jerk and bite his lip harshly, his glasses falling further down his nose. Not until you did this did he realize how much he craved for this. Of course, he should be focusing on his work, but the way you rubbed against his walls had him keeling.

You took on a slow pace despite Ibara being a complete mess, breathy moans leaving you. Every time you pressed your pelvis against your ass you brushed against his prostrate, having the male tense up beautifully.

“Oh god~” He moaned out, his eyes screwing shut. “G-go faster, please-!”

“I don’t want to rush it, darling,” You sang out a response. “I think a nice and slow pace is rather fitting for you.”

And indeed it was, despite Ibara being needy for more. He could feel his worries, work, heck even his strong mental state which he prided in melting away like ice on a hot pan. And it wouldn’t be long before it’s starts boiling.

A strangled moan left Ibara after a hard thrust, his mind spinning as he felt close to his high. He wanted to pleasure himself so badly but you had him restrained... of course he could break out of it, but the way you held him didn’t make him want to.

The sound of crumpling paper and his body jerking against yours told you that he came, rather harshly as that. Unseen, thick rolls of his seed dripped out of his red cock, splattering onto the floor.

You slowed your pace to a stop, opting on grinding against him and leaning forward to card your fingers in his hair. “See, now was that so bad?”

“N-no...”

You smiled softly. “You’re welcome.”

[leaving-grapefruitss]

Obey Me Characters’ Reaction to MC Rick-Rolling Them

I honestly don’t even know if people Rick Roll anymore but regardless, I think it’d be funny to see their reactions.

Looking back, I don’t know why I did this. I thought it’d be funnier than it turned out to be. 

Lucifer:

You send him a video at 2 in the morning asking him to review the video for you

You get an incredulous response along the lines of “MC, what in the Devildom is this?”

You proceed to spam the song to him until he gave you a ‘valid’ response 

Valid response insinuating: “It’s not bad? Why are you sending this to me repetitively?”

He sends the song to his brothers in their group chat only to get a flurry of confused and amused messages

You’re done, you’re done

Mammon: 

You think you can Rick Roll the Mammon? He Rick Rolls you before you even get a chance to send him the video

It was a video he edited of Cerberus before the clip slid into the opening instrumental of Never Gonna Give You Up

He proceeds to spam videos of him cackling and one of him…twerking?

He said he’s trying to ‘get in with the trends’

Since when did Mammon turn into Solomon? 

Maybe the white hair was wearing on him.

Regardless, you do end up sending him Never Gonna Give You Up entirely blatantly. You just sent him the music video the next morning and he fell for it.

Rip he choked on his omelette at the dining table.

Levi: 

He got slightly pissed and sent Baka Mitai as a (slightly valid) response

“How could you Rick Roll your best boy!” Or so he dramatised in his flurry of messages to you.

He was just acting all babyish since he fell for it 💀 it really wasn’t your fault that he was intently watching a rhythm game’s dancing scene before Rick Astley started singing

He then began bombarding you with the lyrics and a bunch of sad face stickers such as: “yOu KnOW THe RulEs ✨ aND sO dO I 🥲”

“I THoUgHT yOu WOuLD NeVer GiVe Me Up, mC-ChAN! tuRNs Out I WAS mIStAkEN!”

🙄 Mans spends too much time with Asmo

Satan:

You walk past his room only to hear Never Gonna Give You Up blaring from underneath the door.

You enter, only to find out that after you sent him the song to Rick Roll him, he ended up liking it so much that he was playing it on repeat (much to Lucifer’s dismay)

You figured he was just doing it to irritate Lucifer, however, he claimed that it was ‘good accompaniment’ to his ‘reading material’

Says the man that was reading Naruto 🙄 no one come at me, I just don’t know why he was reading that of all things.

Case and point, Satan had apparently gone as far as to putting it in his playlist alongside ABBA and The Bee Gees…poor Levi had to listen to ‘Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!’ and ‘Honey Honey’ for the whole night.

Asmodeus: 

Spams fake gasps in his messages and sends crying emojis accompanying texts such as “hOw CoULD yOu, MC! I HaD fAiTH iN YoU, DaRlIng 😭” and simply just “😩 😭”

He admitted later on that he was being slightly dramatic (incredibly, but it’s not like he has an ego or something.) and ended up laughing at the video that you sent him

He came up with the idea of cosplaying…? As Rick Astley.

So guess what the two of you spent your Friday evening doing.

He took mirror selfies of the two of you in your shitty Rick Astley cosplays and filmed videos of the both of you making duck faces to the song before sending it to Solomon.

Lucifer somehow found out about the video and was…unamused, to say the least.

Beelzebub:

Confused asf but didn’t really care 

Decided to pull up with a plate of food and play the video of Rick Astley doing his funky little dance before he asked if you wanted to recreate it

The two of you potentially looked especially stupid when Belphie and Lucifer walked into your room to ask you something only to see you two dancing like divorced parents.

Belphie placed mugs of hot cocoa on the table before flopping back into his beanbag with his phone in hand and asking you two to “Continue please lol.”

You didn’t. Beel hauled you over his shoulder and ran out of the room before running back into his room to grab the snacks.

Baby’s got priorities 

Belphegor:

😀 preparing your funeral brb 

He was…not inherently amused, to say the least

He decided to pay you back by stick-bugging you

“Haha you fell for it lol?” “Stfu bitch you’re the one who fell for my Rick Roll first,” Is essentially how your conversation with him went afterwords

He decided to dig his own grave by forwarding the video to Satan and asking if he should send it to Lucifer

He ended up doing so and every time his older brother queried what the heck was going on, he just ended up sending another link to another version of Never Gonna Give You Up.

Lucifer’s last straw was the Japanese version.

Rip 

Barbatos:

He was amused? I think…

He was confused over anything else but assumed that he was supposed to find it funny.

Babes no-

He ended up sending you a video of him with powdered sugar on his face whilst he stated: “MC…what- I love you but what-“

You spent 15 minutes on a video call with him attempting to explain the concept of Rick-Rolling before giving up and spending a ridiculous amount of hours rambling on call instead 

He ended up covering the phone screen in powdered sugar and you blared Never Gonna Give You Up just for funsies whilst he cleaned his screen.

Diavolo:

Got all excited like: “I’VE FINALLY BEEN RICK-ROLLED! YES!”

He began spamming the link to Barbatos and Lucifer much to their dismay.

Rip then he began spamming you like: “MC, LOOK! THE SONG-“

Yes honey, the song. 

You end up going over to the palace where you see him and Asmodeus of all people dancing to Never Gonna Give You Up and asking you to join in

…oh boy

Simeon:

Oji-chan Simeon couldn’t figure out how to click the link.

Press the link, Grandpa.

You had to end up going to the Purgatory Hall to teach him how to watch links and how they work.

Eventually, you did end up showing him the video, to which he asked if you wanted to have a dance party.

Oh babes…that’s really not the point.

Regardless, the two of you DID end up having a party of sorts, opting towards making soufflé together.

Solomon:

He may be a grandpa but he still knows Never Gonna Give You Up…unfortunately

Mans started a whole lecture about how he was around when the song was released and so on and so forth 🙄 we get it, Gramps, you’re old.

He decided to send you and Asmo a video of him ‘dancing’ to the music video you sent him to which Asmo had half the right mind to call the cops whilst you swore you could hear his joints creaking (that was such a self-callout 😭 it’s ok, Solomon. I’ll be the Grandma to your Gramps) 

You saw a bowl of batter moving suspiciously in the background so you had to ditch your plans of teaching Solomon how to dance and compromise by going over to the Purgatory Hall with Lucifer in order to eradicate the living matter Solomon had created.

Solomon ended up finishing his Grandpa dance whilst trying to convince Lucifer to make a pact with him. 

In the meanwhile you, Asmodeus, and Simeon cackled and filmed them only for the videos to surface on Devil Tube.

This got incredibly unhinged incredibly quickly.

You know, I could’ve done this with any other song but I had to do Never Gonna Give You Up, huh?

This was slightly unnecessary but here I am with your daily dose of brainrot.

[nightowlfandom]

Villain! BNHA AU- Our Little Apprentice: Episode-Deku

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Okay you guys know the rules, I’m a grown ass bitch, you are reading about grown ass people. (In other words...smut...) I will reiterate this at the beginning at EVERY post of this series.

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Leggo!

Now Playing- Episode Deku

(EDIT- HEY BITCH SO I COMPLETELY FORGOT WHAT i WAS DOING, SO IF IT LOOKS DIFFERENT THAT’S WHY. I HAD TO DELETE AND REPOST BECAUSE ARGH, I’M SO MAD UGH)

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O.R.C.H.I.D: Kink Unlocked- Overstimulation

Izuku threw down the dead landlord’s body, shutting the door behind him. “Turn off your security...I’m not here to fight you this time.”

“I don’t trust that as much as I don’t trust you.” you looked him up and down. You stayed on the balcony, arms crossed. “It’s staying on.”

“Suit yourself...I wanted to talk about your little show today.” he crossed his arms. “As much as I hate to say it...it was impressive. Everyone agrees.”

“What does that have to do with why you’re here?” you glowered as he took a step closer. ‘What do you want?”

“You were quirkless.”

“Now I’m not.” you rebutted. “Not that it’s any of your business, nor concern...I changed a lot after I parted ways from you guys...you guys obviously have too.”

Izuku looked you up and down. Instead of a shy timid little thing that had fallen down the stairs on your first day of school all those years ago, you looked brave, vibrant, like you could take on the world. Shit, you looked good in your suit too. He wasn’t about to lie.

“The LOV want you Y/N.” Izuku cut right to the point. “We want you...on our side.”

Call it instinct, but you just had to burst out laughing. You hunched over, slapping your knee for dramatic effect. “You must be out of your mind!” you cackled.

“Y/N...I’m not joking.” You saw Izuku’s stone cold face.

“...No fucking way. Did you forget you tried to kill me today!?” you crossed your arms as Izuku joined you on the balcony. “You can go to hell!”

“Dearest Y/N, do you not remember when the entire class shamed you for being quirkless? How you were used as a training dummy?...”

“How can I forget.” you seethed. “That doesn’t mean anything. People can be good...even when their actions aren’t...I won’t stop being good because of a couple of high school bullies, we’re adults now.”

“All I’m saying is that with a little bit of...extensive training...that device of yours, I’ve never seen something more complicated.”

“I built it to be” you replied flatly.

“You built this whole thing?”

“I did....shortly before we left.” You couldn’t help but back up against the railing. Izuku took another step towards you. “What happened to you?” you whispered. The fluffy haired, short-circuited when shy boy you used to know...gone. “You used to be...good.”

“Being good got a little boring.” he shrugged. He suddenly put his arms on either side of the railing, trapping you. “I know life hasn’t treated you well, Y/N....it’s been yeeeaarrs.” he cooed. “You can lie all you want.”

“Izuku...you’re putting me in a horrible position.” you shuddered. “Please don’t-”

“Come on...you can’t say no to me.” he said in a babyish voice. “You were never able to.” Of course he was right.

“...Why should I?” you narrowed your eyebrows at him. “Give me three reasons.”

“One, who gives a fuck about humanity, people suck.? Two, why are you wasting your quirk helping the fucking feds of all people? Three....its for me...Izu-kun.” he neared his face closer to you with a smirk. He used that nickname you used to use when you wanted to get something from him. (Read more below the cut)

...

(Flashback!)

“IZU-KUN!” you whined as your broccoli haired buddy ate his lunch. “Pleaaassee?!”

“Y/N, for the last time! I will not do a couples cosplay with you for the convention.”

“Why not! We can match!!” you pouted. “Come on Izu!”

“Okay that part I get, but...bumblebees? I refuse to walk around with a pair of stupid wings and a fake stinger on my butt.” he sighed. “It’s embarrassing!!”

‘We can make them into hero costumes!! Then we can pretend I have a quirk...for once.” you found yourself growing sad. You never saw him anymore, he was out with his hero friends doing hero things. You only ever talked over the weekends anymore...and that was slim.”When was the last time we did anything together?”

Izuku took note of your sadness and groaned. “Alright!” he sighed in defeat. “I’ll do it!”

“You will! Really?!” a huge smile spread across your face.

“But I get to design them!!”

“Oh thank you thank you thank you!!!” you took him in a hug. “You’re the best!” you gave him a huge kiss on the cheek. You didn’t register the short circuit and stammering like an idiot combined with the blush rising on Izuku’s face.

“Y-yeah yeah...”

(End Flashback)

“I’ll throw in a bonus...Four...you’ll get compensated...greatly...and five...it’s fun.”

“How so?” for some reason, you grew curious. You knew that Izuku had his reasons for things. Part of you felt like you should have listened. Situation, be damned. He was your friend after all...is your friend.

“Well, you’d be able to get out of this shitty apartment for one.” he leaned his face closer. “As for other things...that’s for all of us to decide, we all want the same things Y/N...trust me.” he winked. “Since I have you here all to myself, I used to have a huge crush on you y’know.”

“Say what now?”

“I used to fap every night thinkin’ about you.”

“Say what now??”

“Shit, I almost went for you myself...was gonna confess before you went M.I.A”

“SAY WHAT NOW?!” You were taken aback at his words. “Y-you’re just saying that to get me to join you.”

“How hurtful...you have no hope in me?” he pouted. “I’m serious Y/N...you left without a trace...you left me alone and hanging...what happened to best friends forever?”

“Izuku it’s different-”

“Could have fooled me...I can’t help but wonder if you were planning on telling me you got a quirk.(gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss) But enlighten me. What else can I do to convince you.” he trailed a finger up your forearm. “I did a background check on you. No boyfriends, no lovers-” he dipped his head into the crook of your neck. He inhaled your scent. “Y/N, I find it really hard to believe that no one’s fucked you...you’re way too fucking hot. Haven’t you missed me?”

“Of course I did....I wanted to tell you the minute I found out.” you felt the guilt build up in your head. “O.R.C.H.I.D....Shut off security system.”

“Shutting off system....girl you are whipped...”

“You finally gonna hug me, beautiful?” He opted to ignore your AI talking like a human.

“...Izuku-” you felt the dam of feelings break as you practically threw yourself into his arms. He tightened his arms around you. “I missed you.”

“Shhh, it’s okay Y/N.” he shushed you, stroking your hair. “I’m here...you haven’t changed a bit...”

Izuku rested his forehead against yours. “Can I convince you to join us...so you’ll never have to leave me again? I missed my Y/N...”

“I- Uh-”

Izuku gently pressed his lips against yours. This was nothing like his mom forcing you two under the mistletoe at that Christmas party that one time. He wrapped his arms around your waist, running his hands up and down your back. The sounds of the city were drowned out by your heart beating against your chest. As he pulled away, you sucked in a harsh breath. “W-woah.”

“I’ve always wanted to do that.” he whispered. He led you off the balcony back into your living room, suddenly crashing his mouth over yours. The hum of the city grew quieter and quieter and the sounds of his grunts were all you could here. He grabbed a fist full of your hair, holding your head in place. You suddenly felt your resolve start to break. What were you doing?! Why didn’t you want it to stop?

“We don’t have much time, shit!” you were thrown onto the sofa. “Y/N, baby. Clothes off.” He began kissing lines down the base of your throat. “Come on, take em off, I wanna see you do it.”

He broke away from you to yank his shirt over his head. Scars were etched all along the entire front of his body. You couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out your hand and running your fingertips up his abdomen. “What did they do to you?” you whimpered. You met his eyes and for a second...only a second...you saw the innocence you used to recognized. He grabbed your hand and guided it to rest on his face.

“One mark for every poor fuck I’ve had to kill.” he smirked. “Don’t worry, you’ll get some of your own in no time, but more on that later. Clothes fucking off Y/N.”

In no time, your clothes were ripped to shreds. He had yanked down your jeans and left you completely bare. He captured your mouth in a kiss again, shoving his tongue into your mouth. “Y/N you taste so good....I wonder how your pussy tastes...but we don’t have enough time...”

...

“Is it sensitive? Huh?” Izuku cackled in between his moans. “Does it fucking feel that good? You’re moaning so fucking loud, you’re gonna wake someone up!” his thrusts grew sloppy. “You wanna be my good little side kick? You wanna be taken care of-” he snarled. “Yes the fuck you do, Yes you fucking do. Look at me-” he slowly wrapped hand around the base of your throat. “Look me in the fucking eye when you cum-”

“IZUK-uuuuh~” you felt him twitch inside you. “F-fuuucck.”

“I said look at me, Y/N.” he began thrusting harder, making you gasp. “You’re so good at taking orders...” he threw his head back as he thrust even faster. “FUCK!” he snarled. “Shit!”

“Izuku!! Too sensitive- F-fuck!”

“Oh yeah, you like that shit don’t you.” he glared down at you. “You’re holding on to me, do you want me to kiss you that bad?” He grabbed a fistful of your hair and crashed his hot mouth over yours. “You’re gonna cum again aren’t you- AREN’T YOU-” he moaned. “I’m gonna bust a nut in that little pussy, you’re gonna be leaking for hours.”

One, another, then another. 

You fell onto Izuku’s chest, coming down from your 6th...maybe 7th orgasm. Was it even 7? who knew.

“So-....What will it be?” Izuku laid on his back, chest heaving as he lazily threw an arm around your still trembling body. “Y/N you’re shaking, calm down.” he giggled. You laid on his chest, basking in what you had done...with your dead landlord laying right there.

“Izuku...you’re asking me a huge favor.” you mustered up the best you could. “I would have thrown any one else off the roof for asking me such a thing” you looked up at him.

“But?”

“Y-yeah.” you nodded, breathlessly. “I’ll do it.”

You felt Izuku kiss your forehead, his arms tightening around you.

“Good girl...you’ll be our little apprentice. Don’t get it twisted though...I meant everything I said...”

You could barely make out his words to you because you had drifted to sleep.

“...I’ll protect you Y/N...my new little villain.”

O.R.C.H.I.D: Next Episode Unlocked!-  Bakugou (Read Now!)

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[mike-wheel]

here’s my byler autumn event one shot i kinda hate it

Drunk on Halloween

inspired by the song “drunk on halloween” by wallows

⚠️TW: drinking/alcohol consumption⚠️

Michael Wheeler was being dragged to a high school party that one of Lucas’s basketball teammates were throwing. It was a halloween party and the rest of the party had begged Mike to dress up as the Mystery Gang with them but he refused. Ever since Will had moved away 3, now almost 4 years ago, it was hard to spend Halloween together, especially because of the distance but they did, every year. Except for this one apparently. And Mike didn’t like celebrating without him, so for the first time ever, he didn’t dress up this year.

This year El had come into town to celebrate Halloween with them. Will had come to, but he wasn’t at the party. He didn’t know where he was and even if he did, Will probably wouldn’t want to see him, not since last Halloween.

“Mike!” Max called to him from the back door, “We’re gonna go out back and play a quick game of basketball, wanna come?”

He just shook his head, resulting in Max rolling her eyes and heading out the back door. Mike stayed in the corner, leaning against the wall, drinking his can of coke. He didn’t like parties. He didn’t like being around all these people, yelling, dancing, just so many people. He couldn’t just go dance and drink without thinking about if people were watching him and if they were, what they were thinking. So he stayed in the corner. Away from everything.

Usually he and Will would be in the corner together. Laughing and talking about people’s costumes and dance moves. Drinking soda because neither liked the feeling of alcohol, and waiting until their friends would say it’s time to go. Usually they’d be together, this time was different.

Well only for about 10 minutes when Will bumped into him in the corner.

“Sorry I hope you don’t mind I’m here with you, it’s just loud and I can’t find my sister, she said we’d only have to be here- Mike?”

“Will. Hey” Mike said awkwardly, tugging at his hair a little “I thought you weren’t coming to the party”

“Yeah well El made me, my mom too. Said it was important to come, see my friends again, you know the same stuff. But I was tired and didn’t want to go, so El promised only for an hour, I don’t know where she is though” He shrugged

“Yeah totally” But Mike knew he didn’t want to come because he didn’t want to see him. “You didn’t come with us though?”

“Robin dropped me off”

“Oh” Even though the party was loud as all hell, the silence between him and Will killed him. “Are you drinking?” He asked, pointing to the cup in Wills hand

“Ha no, you know I don’t like alcohol, it’s just sprite.” He smiled for the first time he’d seen him that night.

And Mike smiled back. And it stayed like that for a little, both smiling with each other in the corner, like old times. And Mike took a risk. He got the confidence to bring it up. He finally got it in that moment.

“Will about that night, last Halloween,” And he fucked it up. Because the smile immediately disappeared from Wills face and his eyes became wide with panic, as he looked around the room for some kind of escape.

“Will I, I’m sorry okay-“

“No Mike, just forget it okay? I want to forget it, we’re fine”

“Will I know we aren’t, I just want to talk about it. Please”

“You had all year to talk about it. I wanted to talk about it, but you chose to forget it, and now i want to too.”

Mike opened his mouth, searching for some kind of response, any reply to make it better, but he couldn’t think, he couldn’t find one.

“I should go Mike.” He sighed “Tell El I went home. We’re staying at Dustins, make sure she gets home safe.”

“Okay” And he got that same feeling he got when he watched Will bike away that summer of ‘85. The guilt, heartbreak, anger at himself all coming back. And then the music felt louder than normal. It hurt his head and he just wanted to leave. And as babyish as it sounded, he wanted to be in his moms arms.

He threw his coke away and went to the front, and took a seat on the porch steps. Putting his head in his hands, trying to block out the sounds, the loud music that gave

him a headache. He just wanted to talk to Will, to be with him, talk to him, make things right. He wanted to try it, he didn’t want to be scared. He knew what he wanted and wanted to go through with it.

“Mike?” Dustin and Max were in front of him now, “Are you okay? What happened?”

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“Are you drunk?” Mike laughed as Will slumped his head on his shoulder. They were sitting on the bathroom floor. Will said it was too loud for him and Mike took him to the bathroom. He had a red solo cup full of something. He didn’t know what, but Wills breath smelled a little like alcohol.

“I’m not drunk! You know I only drink soda” Will said smiling up at Mike

“I think you mistook some alcohol for soda William” He teased, brushing some of Wills hair out of his face. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired”

“Do you want to go home?”

“No I like being here with you. Do you like being here with me?” He asked, eyes closed now

“Of course I do. I’ve missed you a lot Will, I’m really glad you came home for Halloween”

“I’ve missed you too. My friends don’t like Halloween” He pouted a little

“They sound crazy”

“No were crazy remember?”

“Ha yeah we are. Are you feeling a little crazy Will?” He asked looking down at Will who was playing with Mikes jacket zipper

“Yes”

“How come?”

“I like someone”

“Really? I never thought this day would come” Mike chuckled “Who?”

And to Mikes surprise, Will sat up, looked him in the eyes, and placed a soft quick kiss on his lips. And for a couple seconds, Mike kissed back and then he felt a snap of reality and pulled away.

“Will..”

“Mike” He smiled

“You’re drunk, you don’t mean that.”

And his smile fell

“Yes I do, I like you Mike.”

“Will cmon this” he motioned between them “It wouldn’t work”

“You kissed back, don’t you want it to?”

“I- I don’t know. I mean the kiss was nice, but it wouldn’t work. It couldn’t. We’re both boys Will, what would my family think? Our friends?”

“They might not care, our friends love us, and your mom and nancy cares about you so much.”

“That’s a big might Will. And I cant trust my family. Nancy maybe but my mom? My dad, holly even.” He started tugging at the back of his hair. He really needed to stop doing that.

“But Mike-“

“I don’t want to talk about this Will!” Mike softened his voice “I just, I don’t want to talk about this, please” He put a hand on Wills shoulder, but Will pulled away.

“Fine Mike. But maybe you should try facing your feelings, instead of running away from them all the time.”

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“Can you take me to see Will, Dustin?”

“Sure”

The car ride was quiet as everyone kept giving side eyes to Mike. They didn’t know what was wrong, but knew if it was about Will, it was important.

Dustin dropped Mike off at his house, saying the rest of them were gonna go get some dinner and bring some back.

“Will?” Mike said knocking on the guest room door, “I’m gonna come in okay?”

“Okay” he called from the other side of the door

“Can I sit?” Mike asked, pointing to the second twin bed, next to Wills.

“Sure”

Mike took a breath of relief, “Okay, I want to talk about last halloween. And before you say anything I know I made the choice to not talk about it. And that’s my fault. But I’m sorry. I really am. I was just scared of what people would think of me. I said stupid shit and I should’ve been worried about you. You were brave and took an insane risk, and if I’m being honest. I loved that kiss. I think about it a lot, well all the time. And that night. I would’ve done that night completely differently if I could. And I’m just really sorry Will.”

And Will laughed. A laugh of relief and Mike laughed with him.

“Thanks Mike, and I’m sorry too. I was kind of a jerk. I know facing your feelings is really hard. Shit it took me like 2 years, and I just put so much pressure on you. And that was super unfair.”

“Yeah we were both kind of stupid that night huh?”

“I guess we do make each other crazy”

“Yeah we do.” Mike smiled at him

“So you loved that kiss?” Will teased, “Want to do it again?”

“I- I uh yes” Mike laughed awkwardly as he moved over to sit next to Will, “Is this okay?” He asked, placing a hand on Wills cheek

“Yes” Will smiled brightly as he put a hand on Mikes waist and leaned in a little

“Are you sure about this Mike? I want to make sure you’re okay with this”

“More than okay” He smiled and closed the gap between them.

“Happy Halloween Mike” Will whispered as he put his forehead against Mikes

“Wow both our ‘first’ kisses with each other on Halloween”

“Yeah, I guess it’s kinda our holiday hm” Will laughed

“I guess so”

[rosiehunterwolf]

@fabro-de-omres HOLD UP BESTIE, I GOT ONE LAST FIC FOR YOUR LIST-

Star-Ninja!

Prompts: Siblings and Competition

Word Count: 5,884

Characters: The ninja

Timeline: Snapshots throughout the series

Trigger Warnings: None

Summary: What happens when the loveable gremlin the ninja adopted off of the streets introduces them to Starfarer comics?

Chaos ensues, of course.

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“Take that! And that! Oh, yeah-” Jay leaped to his feet, grinning. “Die, lava zombies, die!”

Level complete. The words flashed across the screen, and Jay whooped. Only one more level and he would beat Zane’s high score.

“You could’ve beaten it faster if you had taken out the little guys first.”

Jay whipped around to see the little wispy-haired kid draped over the arm of the couch, staring at the TV screen with a glazed, listless look in his eyes.

“What are you doing here?” Jay snapped.

“I’m borrrred,” he whined, kicking his legs against the couch. “Can I play with you?”

“No.”

“Can I use the training course?”

“No, you’re not a ninja.”

“Then what am I supposed to do?”

“It’s not our job to entertain you, kid.”

“I didn’t ask to be kidnapped by you,” Lloyd snapped.

Jay felt his face flush. “So you’d rather still be with the Serpentine?”

“Well no, I just wanna have a choice!”

Jay stared at him for a moment. I don’t know his whole story. He’s a kid who’s been dealt a bad hand in life. He exhaled slowly. “Look, Lloyd, you’re just a kid. I know it’s hard for you to understand- but you’ve caused a lot of trouble. The Serpentine are dangerous, and you don’t know enough to deal with them. You just gotta trust us, okay?”

Lloyd sighed dramatically, sliding off of the couch and onto the floor. “Yeah, whatever.”

Jay rolled his eyes. “Can’t you find something to do for a little while? Please? I’ll talk with Sensei about what we’re going to do with you as soon as he gets back.”

To his surprise, Lloyd actually left him alone, and Jay turned back to his game. He knew it wasn’t a very responsible move, but he had never agreed to babysit the kid. Besides, they were going hunting for Serpentine again tomorrow, so it would likely be Jay’s last chance to have some downtime for an entire week.

By the time Jay had finally beaten the top score, his fingers were sore from playing. Flopping onto the couch, he glanced up at the clock. It had been an hour since he had sent Lloyd off, and he hadn’t heard so much as a peep from the kid.

Jay had only known him for a couple of days, but already that seemed like suspicious behavior.

He headed into the storage room that Sensei had scrapped together into a makeshift bedroom for his nephew. Lloyd was sprawled across his mattress, reading a book.

I guess he’s not up to anything. I shouldn’t have been so quick to judge him. Jay turned to leave before stopping suddenly and whirling back around.

“Hey!” he yanked the book out of Lloyd’s hands. “Is this a Starfarer comic? Have you been snooping around in my room?”

“No! I haven’t touched your stupid stuff. Figures, the one time I actually didn’t do anything wrong, you blame me.”

“Have you not heard of The Boy who Cried Wolf?” “What?”

“Nevermind.” Jay examined the comic. It was an old edition, but not one he owned. Besides, the cover was wrinkled and there were dog ears on several pages. Jay would never treat his comics so harshly. “If it’s not mine, then whose is it?”

“It’s mine. Is it so hard to believe that I don’t steal everything?’

“No, I mean, you like Starfarer?”

“Of cou- I, uh, I mean, Starfarer’s for babies, ha. I’m only reading this because it’s the only book I have and you wouldn’t give me anything else to do.”

“Oh, that’s too bad. I guess I’ll have to go enjoy my Starfarer comic collection on my own, then. Since it’s too babyish for big kids like you.”

“Your what?” Lloyd was suddenly sticking to him like a barnacle. “You collect Starfarer comics?”

“Not just comics.” He grinned as he watched Lloyd’s eyes widen. “Movies, posters, action figures- you name it.”

“No way! Can I see? Please, please? Just for a second-” Jay put a hand on his shoulder, holding him back. “Hang on, kiddo. I thought Starfarer was for babies?”

Lloyd shifted on his feet. “Well, I didn’t really mean that, I just- I was just testing you!”

Jay raised an eyebrow, smothering a laugh. “Uh huh. If you’re such a master, why aren’t you reading the new comics?”

Lloyd looked down, shuffling his feet. “I… this is the newest one I have. We didn’t really get many opportunities to buy what we wanted at Darkley’s. Especially not a book about superheroes. Because we were super busy being evil and stuff, heh.”

Jay felt his heart twist. Am I really pitying Lloyd Garmadon right now just because of some comics?

Although, when he looked at Lloyd now, he didn’t see the annoying, mischievous son of a villain. He saw a wide-eyed, naive kid looking at Jay with such hope that it was hard not to feel a strong urge to protect him from the burdens of the world.

Jay crouched down next to him. “Y’know what? I’ll show you my newer comics. You can even keep some, if you like.”

“Really? You’re not messing with me?”

“As long as you promise not to treat them like that.” Jay gestured towards the wrinkled comic. “Seriously, dude, you better go wash your grubby little hands before I even let you within five feet of my stuff.”

Jay didn’t think he’d ever seen Lloyd be in such a hurry to do anything.

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“What’s this do?”

Nya snatched Lloyd’s hand away from the control panel. “Don’t touch that!”

“But what about-”

“Or that! Just-” She took a deep breath, running her fingers through her hair. “Don’t touch anything unless I specifically tell you to, okay?”

“Well, then what am I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know, find something. I’m not here to babysit you, Lloyd, I’m managing the comms. It’s important to make sure we stay in touch with the guys when they are on their mission.”

“I don’t need a babysitter,” he huffed. “Why couldn’t they take me with them? I am a ninja now. I could’ve bashed in some Serpentine heads!”

Nya glanced at him, glaring defiantly in his oversized gi. “I’d hardly call you a ninja, squirt. You haven’t even grown into that gi yet.”

“Yes, I have! See, it fits me perfectly!”

“...Lloyd, those pant legs almost completely cover your shoes.”

“They do not! Uncle Wu said I was a ninja.”

“A ninja in training, at best,” Nya corrected.

“What’s the use of being the green ninja if I don’t get anything fun out of it?”

“One day, green machine. You just have to be patient.”

He groaned loudly, flopping onto the chair. “I hate being patient.”

“No! You? Impatient? Who would’ve guessed?”

“Can’t you at least show me how to turn on the alarms?”

“No. Alarms are for emergencies only.”

“It is an emergency! I’m going to die of boredom!”

“Fine,” Nya relented. “What do I have to do to get you to leave me alone- and stay out of trouble? Can I rent you a movie?”

“Ooh, can I watch Zombies: Back for Revenge? Or Ghost Story? Or Dawn of Destruction?”

“Nope, nope, and nope. Too scary, too mature, too violent. Pick something more family-friendly, Lloyd.”

He pouted. “Kai got to watch those movies.”

“Yeah, well, Kai’s older than you and is responsible for his own actions. If you watch those, you’ll be up all night with nightmares and Sensei will never trust me again.”

“I won’t have nightmares! He’ll never know! Please, Nya.”

“No. End of discussion. Pick something else or nothing at all. Remember, it’s my money paying for the movie here. What about those… space wars movies you love?”

“It’s Starfarer,” Lloyd snapped, although his expression looked considerably lighter. “There’s one I haven’t seen yet…”

After Lloyd showed her the movie and she paid for it, Nya turned back to the control panel and checked for messages from the guys. Still nothing.

She really hated when they left her in the dark like that.

There were sounds of explosions from behind her, and a cheer from Lloyd- she glanced over her shoulder to see him grinning gleefully at the screen as the main characters blew something up. She shook her head- what was it with young boys and explosions?- but she couldn’t stop a smile from creeping onto her face. Glancing over at the comms, she double-checked that no one had said anything.

The guys obviously weren’t taking the effort to communicate with her. It wouldn’t hurt to take a quick break.

Sitting down next to Lloyd, she focused her attention on the movie. It seemed nonsensical and boring at first, but after a bit, Lloyd started explaining things to her, and, to her surprise, she found herself happy to listen. As it got later, his talking slowed, and at some point- Nya couldn’t quite identify when- Lloyd was leaning against her side, snuggling with their shared blanket.

Nya watched him carefully. She hadn’t cuddled with anyone like this since she had been younger, with Kai- but then, she had been the younger one, the one being protected. Now, she was experiencing what she imagined Kai must’ve felt, and despite how annoying he could be, Nya felt a strong urge to pull him close and never let him go.

She understood their reluctance to let Lloyd fight fully now. She didn’t want to ever send him off into battle, especially not the Final Battle.

How could this sweet, stubborn little wisp of a child be the green ninja?

Many hours and three movies later, Nya was afraid to even look at the clock. Rubbing Lloyd’s head, she murmured, “It’s way past your bedtime, kiddo.”

“���m not tired,'” he mumbled in an obviously tired voice.

“I already let you stay up way later than you should be.”

“Just one more movie!” “Lloyd! These things are two hours long!”

“I promise I’ll go right to bed after!”

“That’s what you said after the last one.”

“Well, I really mean it this time.”

“No way.”

“Please?” Lloyd suddenly looked a lot more nervous, twisting his hands together. “Just… just until we hear something. From the ninja.”

“Oh, Lloyd.” She put a hand on his back. “It’s okay. They’re okay. Most likely, they just forgot to report back. They do that all the time.”

“But we don’t know that.”

“...Yeah. You’re right. We don’t.”

“Is it always this scary? Waiting for them to talk to you, not knowing what’s going on?”

Nya nodded slowly. “Yeah, a lot of the time it is, bud. But eventually, you learn to trust them. There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t worry about their safety, but I know they are strong and capable and can take care of themselves.” Lloyd nodded. “That makes sense.”

He still didn’t look quite content with her answer, though. Nya leaned in, murmuring to him.

“Tell you what. What if we watch half of one more movie?”

Man, she was turning into such a disgustingly gross softie for this kid so fast, wasn’t she.

But the wide, genuine smile that split across his face made it worth it.

---

Kai stood in front of the long expanse of bookshelves, stacked with dozens and dozens of comics.

“Excuse me,” Kai gestured to the nearest bookstore employee, and he walked over. “Which part is the Starfarer section?”

The employee blinked at him. “You’re already in it. This entire wall is Starfarer.”

Kai gawked at the wall in utter amazement. There had to be at least a hundred books there. How were these many Starfarer comics even possible?

“Which one is the best one?” he asked the employee.

The man pushed his glasses up his nose, looking increasingly annoyed with Kai’s lack of Starfarer knowledge. “That’s hardly a straightforward question. Starfarer is our most popular franchise, they’re all popular. It’s impossible to pick one book. If you’re looking for our most popular selling comics of all time, that would be volumes 1, 32, 45, and 79. As for comics trending right now, that, of course, would be the most recent ones, 273 through 282. Although volume 13 has seen a sudden influx in readership. If you are looking for those with the best ratings-”

How do I say, ‘which comic is best for my little brother who was just aged up several years, without warning, and I want to help him regain his sense of childhood?’

Deciding this wasn’t going to be helpful, Kai gently dismissed the employee and began looking on his own. He tried to pick out ones with interesting covers, but ended up throwing many of them back after skimming the summaries on the back.

That wasn’t working very well either, and Kai was just about to throw the towel in and grab some random comics and hope for the best- or worse, call Jay and ask for help- when he decided to open one comic to skim it.

This quickly turned into a mistake, because before Kai knew it, five minutes had turned into an hour, and he had completely finished the comic. One comic turned into two, then five. He only was able to yank himself from his reading when he got a text from Zane asking where he was and that dinner was going to be ready soon.

Gathering up a large handful of the comics he had liked, Kai headed back towards the Bounty on his motorbike.

He found Lloyd on his bed, staring up at the ceiling with earbuds in. He pulled them out when he saw Kai, his gaze darting curiously towards the stack of comics.

“I got you these,” Kai said, setting them down next to him. “I know things are… different now, with you being older, but you’re always going to be my little brother. And I wanted you to know that just because you’re physically older doesn’t mean you have to stop doing the things you love. So if you still want to make doodles for our fridge, or make your food into shapes on your plate, or read Starfarer comics, no one’s going to judge you.”

Lloyd picked up a comic, slowly leafing through it. He was quiet for so long that Kai began to worry that he had completely messed something up. But when he finally spoke, he simply said, “You read it.”

“I… what?”

A smile spread across Lloyd’s face. “You read these before you bought them. Didn’t you?”

Kai spluttered. “I- what? That doesn’t make any sense! You have no proof!”

“The pages are creased over here. You always crease back the pages when you have a book. And there’s a slight depression here that shows the presence of fingers. Too big to be Jay’s or Nya’s, and too small to be Zane’s or Cole’s.”

Kai blinked at him. “You pay way too much attention to people, don’t you?”

“Hey, I paid attention during training, y’know!”

“More than we give you credit for, apparently.”

“I just can’t believe I spent all those months trying to pressure you to read Starfarer and you suddenly pick it up when I’m not even forcing you.”

“Shut up.” Kai shoved him gently. “It was a one-time thing. I was only doing it so I could find a comic you would like,”

“Yeah, so it makes sense you would look at them for five hours.”

“How did you- I mean, I didn’t go to the bookstore right away! I was doing other things! I only went there a few minutes before I came home!”

“Oh, yeah?” Lloyd raised an eyebrow. “What ‘other things?’”

“Uh, very important ninja business, like, um… patrol?”

“Cole returned from patrol two hours ago.”

“Well, this was a super-secret different patrol that Cole doesn’t even know about.”

“Really. Does Sensei know?”

“Nope. Just me.”

Lloyd elbowed him playfully. “You’re gonna have to watch all the movies with me now, y’know.”

“No way. Aren’t there like, fifty of those?”

“Twenty-seven.”

“No, thanks.”

“You have to! It’s part of the experience. Wait until I tell Jay you’re into it now.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“You bet I would!” Lloyd looked over at the pile of comics again, examining them more closely. “Nice, these are some good ones. Which ones did you read?”

“Um. The ones I bought?”

Lloyd looked up at him, his grin fading. “But like… not just these, right? You read others? In between them?”

“No… is this supposed to be some sort of poke at me being a slow reader-”

“No! I just can’t believe you read them in this order! Seriously, you couldn’t have gotten it any more wrong! You’ve ruined the whole series for yourself!”

“Oh, that’s such a shame, guess you better not tell Jay, then-”

“Oh, no way, you’re still getting into the fandom. We’re going to fix this. Come look at my comics. We’re going to read them together, and I’m gonna show you how to do it right.”

“Oh, is that Zane calling for dinner-”

“Nice try,” Lloyd smirked. “But you’ve entered the Starfarer fandom now. You’re in it, good and deep. There’s no coming back from this, Kai.”

“Glad to see your psychotic gremlin tendencies weren’t lost in the tea,” Kai grumbled. “Probably the one thing I could’ve gone without.”

---

“Are you out of your mind? The movie adaptions of Starfarer are way better.”

“Okay, there is clearly no hope left for you, Lloyd. The show is far superior to any of the movies.”

“Are you kidding? The budget for the show was so much lower! They just used a bunch of cheap, corny special effects, the movies were much smoother!”

“Visuals aren’t the most important thing, Lloyd. The show had a smaller storyboard team, meaning their ideas were more consistent and developed. The plot is overall much more in-depth in the show, and the extended time also gives them more space to do what they want.”

“It also leaves a lot of space for pointless filler! The movies are more direct. Every scene is important. Whereas I can name half a dozen episodes from the show- and that’s just on the top of my head- that were completely useless and would not change the plot at all if discarded.”

“You’re insane, every filler episode had importance! Some just showed it in smaller ways than others.”

“They could’ve fit the minor details into the other episodes!”

“Yeah, but filler is nice sometimes. Getting some more chill episodes between all the action is good.”

“No way, they’re boring and ruin the pacing. The movies have you on the edge of your seat throughout the whole thing.”

Zane sighed, glancing over at Jay and Lloyd. Their argument was getting increasingly more physical, with each boy attempting to tower over the other- not an easy task, considering they were both short.

“Can you two please be quiet? Or at least take this somewhere else? I’m trying to watch the news to make sure there aren’t any danger reports in Ninjago City.”

Jay suddenly whirled on him. “Zane! That’s it!”

“...What’s it?”

“Zane should decide! Which is better? The Starfarer movies, or the show?” Turning to Lloyd, he added, “Since he’s a nindroid, he’ll be the least biased of all of us.”

“One problem,” Lloyd said. “Zane hasn’t watched either.”

“Well, then, he’ll have to watch them,” Jay shrugged.

Zane glanced back and forth between them. “You want me to watch twenty-seven movies. And all seven seasons of the TV show. Just to help you win a disagreement.”

“It’s actually eight seasons,” Lloyd corrected.

“Exactly!” Jay beamed. “You’ll do great. Get back to us when you’ve watched them all and have formed an opinion. The sooner the better, so that I can prove Lloyd wrong as quickly as possible.”

“Hey! If anything, I’m going to prove you wrong!” “No way! The show-”

“Okay, okay, I’ll do it!” Zane stood up suddenly, putting his hands between them before another argument could break out. “Just stop fighting. Please.”

“You got yourself a deal,” Jay winked.

Two weeks and over a hundred hours of content later, Jay and Lloyd were staring at him expectantly over the dinner table.

“Well? What’s the verdict?”

Zane blinked at them with glassy eyes. “They were both very good. I enjoyed them. However, I feel like I never want to watch a minute of Starfarer ever again.”

“Seriously?” Lloyd fumed. “We waited all this time for him to not even properly answer the question?”

“Who cares about the question?” Cole grumbled. “Zane was so tired from watching your guys’ dumb Starfarer stuff, he messed up the gumbo.” Cole drew a spoon listlessly through the stew. “This is my favorite meal. I’m never forgiving you guys for messing it up.”

“Starfarer isn’t stupid,” Jay and Lloyd cried at once. They blinked at each other, surprised, and Kai and Nya laughed.

“I think that’s the first thing they’ve agreed on all week,” Nya grinned.

“It won’t last,” Kai murmured to her as the green and blue ninja set on Cole for his statement on Starfarer. “I give them two days to find something else to bicker about.”

---

“Hurry, Nya, he’s almost at the navigation!”

“I’m trying!” Nya bit her lip, an iron grip on her video game controller. “He’s sabotaged the security system!”

“No-”

Game over flashed across the screen, and Jay leaped to his feet, cheering. Nya rolled her eyes, tossing down her controller, while Zane, Lloyd, and Kai watched with disappointment.

“I can’t believe he won again,” Kai huffed. “How is he still undefeated? We’ve been playing this game for weeks.”

“I thought you were supposed to be good at this, Lloyd,” Nya grumbled. “You’re the Starfarer expert. You’ve got so many hours logged on here.”

“I’d like to point out that I’ve gotten closer to beating him than any of you have,” he snapped. “The last time I was only seconds away from winning.”

“Yeah, well, close isn’t good enough,” Kai said. “We need to beat him. Otherwise, it will get to his head.”

“Clearly none of us are going to be winning any time soon,” Nya groaned.

“There is someone who hasn’t played against him yet,” Zane mused. “Someone who has a track record of beating Jay’s top scores in games.”

Five gazes drifted towards the chair on the other side of the room. Cole looked up from his book when he realized the others were looking at him. “What do you want this time?”

“You gotta beat Jay in Starfarer: Alien Invasion 3,” Lloyd insisted, at his side immediately. “He’s undefeated. You know how unbearable he gets when he’s cocky.”

Cole blinked slowly up at them. “I don’t know the first thing about Starfarer.”

“I can teach you,” Lloyd begged. “Just do it. Please. Since when have you passed up an opportunity to beat Jay in something?”

Jay grinned. “Admit it, guys, I’ve defeated you. There’s no way Cole will ever win against me.”

Cole stood up abruptly. “Oh yeah? We’ll see about that. Lloyd, give me that controller. Jay’s about to get a serving of humility.”

For what appeared to be just another mundane rendition of a classic monster-fighter game, it surprised Cole to find it was actually much more complex and engaging.

It would’ve actually been really fun, had Jay not been so ridiculously goated at the game.

“What? Your character is invulnerable to the imperial sludge? How is that fair?”

Jay scoffed. “If you had read the Aliens Strike Back arc of Starfarer comics, you would’ve known that.”

“This totally isn’t fair. You have a bunch of background knowledge on Starfarer that I don’t.”

“It’s not our fault you’re the only one who hasn’t read or watched any Starfarer,” Lloyd said.

“Oh no,” Cole groaned. “You guys are dragging me into this too, aren’t you?”

---

“Where’s my copy of issue 117 of Starfarer?”

Jay looked up from the counter, where he was munching on crackers. “Like I would know, Lloyd. It’s not my responsibility to keep track of where you put your stuff.”

“I know exactly where I put it. But it’s gone now! I left it on my nightstand last night, right next to my bed. I haven’t touched it since.”

“Well, evidently, you have, since it’s not there now.”

“No, I didn’t touch it! Someone must’ve moved it!”

“And? I don’t see how this is my problem.”

“Everyone knows you’re the biggest Starfarer fanboy on the team apart from me, and I happen to be aware that you don’t own that particular comic.”

“I didn’t steal your comic, Lloyd.”

“Oh yeah? Then what happened to it?”

“Don’t ask me!” “You know that’s my favorite issue, Jay.”

“So? You think I’d take it just to spite you?”

“I think you’d-”

He cut off as Kai meandered into the kitchen, eating crackers and reading a comic.

Lloyd’s eyes widened. “Hey! That’s my missing comic!”

Kai glanced up at him. “You said I could borrow it.” “I did not! And give it to me, before you get cracker crumbs all over it!”

Kai rolled his eyes as Lloyd snatched it from him. “Alright, fine, take your dumb comic.”

Jay crossed his arms. “I think you owe me an apology, Lloyd.”

Lloyd stuck his tongue out at him, and Jay returned the gesture.

“Hey!” They turned to see Nya strolling into the room behind Kai, elbowing her brother sharply. “You said I could have that comic once you finished it.”

“Seriously, Kai? You can’t go around giving my comic to people without asking.”

“I wasn’t going to give it to her! She’s lying!” “Excuse me? You literally just said that like ten minutes ago-”

Zane and Cole joined them not long after, glancing around. “Guys! What’s with all the racket?”

“Kai promised me his Starfarer comic after he was done-”

“It’s not Kai’s, it’s mine! And he took it from me without asking and just auctioned it off to Nya!” “I didn’t auction off anything, it’s not like she paid me for it. Although, that's honestly not a bad idea…”

“What is this, a monopoly?” Jay asked. “We’re not paying for comics we already own, that’s dumb.”

“Yeah,” Lloyd agreed, “especially when they were mine in the first place.”

“Liar! Most of them were mine!” Jay insisted. “I should get dominion over my own comics!”

“Just because you own the most doesn’t mean you own all of them,” Lloyd countered. “You may have more comics by sheer number, but I have more rare comics than you and, overall, my comics have a higher value.”

“I’m sick of you two always deciding everything about Starfarer,” Cole said. “Why can’t one of us regulate the comics?”

“Whoever gets control over the comics is just going to have bias and distribute them to their advantage.”

“I think I would be the most responsible man for the job-”

“Stop lying to yourself, dirtclod, I’d obviously be better-”

“Better than Kai, yeah, if you’re trying to set the bar low.”

“Excuse me?”

“Guys,” Lloyd interrupted, slamming his fists down on the table. “There’s only one solution to settle this. We have a competition. Winner gets control over the Starfarer comics for… let’s say, the next six months.”

Kai cracked his knuckles, grinning. “You had me at competition.”

---

“When you said, ‘competition,’ somehow I was expecting something a little more grandiose than this.”

The ninja had gathered around the kitchen table, glancing down at the box Lloyd had dropped there. Starfarer: Galaxy Wars, it read.

“Yeah, Lloyd,” Cole agreed. “A board game? Seriously?”

“Not just any board game. The most popular, most difficult, most fun game out there. It is truly for the Starfarer master. Part roleplay, part strategy, part trivia- it puts your Starfarer knowledge to the test. That way, we know whoever wins this didn’t just get the win out of chance, but actually deserves it.”

Nya raised an eyebrow. “I mean, I guess. But you better not be an expert at this game.”

Lloyd shook his head. “I’ve only played it a few times, I promise.”

“Okay then,” Kai said. “May the best ninja win.”

As usual, that lasted about five minutes until they were all yelling at each other.

“Oh, come on!” Cole threw down his card. “I got stuck in the Imperial Sludge Swamp again?”

“Ha!” Jay leaned forward, moving his piece across the board, jumping over Cole’s pawn. “Next time you know to pick a character with better environmental perks.”

“Cole’s character is more well-rounded, though,” Zane pointed out. “If you are unable to gather enough energy before the end, it is likely the aliens will take you out.”

“Quit your yapping and let me take my turn.” Kai snatched the dice from Jay’s hand and tossed them- landing a perfect 12.

“You’re cheating!” Nya snapped. “That’s the third turn in a row you’ve rolled higher than a ten. Are you using weighted dice or something?”

“He’s using the exact same dice I just used, Nya.”

“It’s called skill,” Kai scoffed. “Maybe someday, you can be as good as me.”

“Rolling dice is completely based on chance! If the best skill you can boast is being able to roll high numbers, I think I’m doing pretty well.”

“Yeah, well, we’ll see how useless it is once I win this thing and get total control over all the Starfarer comics.”

“Fat chance,” Nya huffed as Kai moved his piece.

“Oh, look at that, I found a pile of scrap metal! I get to roll again!”

“Are. You. Kidding me!”

“Wait,” Zane put a hand on Nya’s shoulder. “He’s right by the alien spaceship. If he gets an 11 or less, he’ll be on their turf and they’ll shoot him down, kidnap him, or confront him, depending on his stats. The only way he could possibly get through this without negative consequences is by rolling a 12.”

“There’s no way he’ll do it again,” Cole agreed. “Nya, this is your chance to overtake him.”

“Let’s see.” Kai grabbed the two dice and shook up his hands. He shook and shook, stopped to blow on the dice, then shook some more-

“Just roll the stupid dice,” Cole snapped.

Kai dropped the dice, and time seemed to move in slow motion. Lloyd held his breath, leaning forward-

And watched as the dice rolled one six, then another.

A perfect roll.

“Cheating!” Nya cried. “Cheating, I tell you! There’s no way this is possible.”

“We can’t let him win,” Jay groaned. “He won’t share any comics with us.” “Not true! I’ll let Lloyd have one.”

“Only one?” “That’s better than none at all,” Jay snapped. “At least he’s giving you something.”

“He’s not going to be giving me anything, because he’s not going to win.”

Kai grinned, gesturing at the dice. “Sure, be my guest. See if you can beat me.”

Lloyd rolled, earning a seven.

Jay hissed between his teeth. “Tough luck, green bean- you get injured and robbed by aliens.”

“Actually,” Lloyd said, slipping a card from his pile and slamming it down on the middle of the table. “I don’t, because I play this special ability card, allowing me to pick the number of spaces I travel. I choose 10, landing myself on the abandoned spacecraft. Then I use my character’s high level mechanics skills and use this card-” he slammed down another card that showed scrap metal reserves- “to instantly fix the ship. Then I spend my energy points to get another turn, use the gas from my generator to fuel the ship, and then am able to fly the ship back to the base and restore the artifacts. According to the manual, it would take three days from my location, and Kai, the closest, would take five days in his slower spacecraft, meaning it is impossible for anyone to beat me back, and I win the game.”

For a moment, they were silent, gaping at him.

“How?” Cole murmured. “Dude, how did you do that?”

“He just crossed half the board in one turn,” Kai spluttered. “And I was about to win! That shouldn’t even be possible!”

“How many moves were you planning ahead?” Zane shook his head. “Your strategy appears to be far more complex than any of us were anticipating for this kind of game.”

“I knew something was up when he kept stashing his ability cards,” Jay groaned. “We were all using ours, but he hardly used any- he was saving them up to use them all in a big power move and catch us off guard, the little rascal!”

“You liar,” Nya hissed. “You said you only played this game a few times! This was way too complicated of a plan for a novice player.”

“Technically, that’s true,” Lloyd grinned. “I have only played a few times. But I never said how long I played for each time.”

“You conniving little gremlin.”

“Now, Nya,” Lloyd scolded in a sagely voice, barely able to suppress his laughter, “I’d be careful how you speak to me from now on. If you’re rude, I may not give you any Starfarer.”

“Yeah, this is going to get old, very quickly.”

“I can’t believe it,” Jay sighed. “You never share comics with us.”

Lloyd gawked at him. “Are you kidding? It’s because of my sharing that you guys are even into Starfarer in the first place! Jay was the only one who knew about it before I came, but even he didn’t tell anyone else he was a fanboy and kept stuff hidden in boxes. When I showed interest, do you remember how excited you got? You took everything out, just for me.”

Zane shook his head, smiling. “I still can’t believe you got me to binge the entire series.”

“Or how I spent hours investing in that game and tracking down all that information in the comics just to beat Jay’s high score? Which I crushed, by the way.”

Jay scowled. “For the last time, you beat me by five points! You didn’t crush anyone.”

Cole scoffed. “Someone’s just jealous. If it weren’t for Lloyd, I would’ve never beat you.”

“You showed us all something we love, huh, squirt?” Kai ruffled his hair, and Lloyd pulled away, like usual, but grinned at him, bumping his shoulder gently.

“Remember when you used to get all upset at me for slacking off and reading Starfarer comics during training?”

Kai reddened. “That was different! We were preparing you for the Final Battle, there was a lot to be done.”

“Hypocrites,” Lloyd whispered, giggling as he ducked a swing from Kai.

“Well, what are you going to do now, ‘master of the comics?’” Jay asked. “Hoard all the books to yourself? Read in front of us to taunt us?” “Tempting,” Lloyd said, “but I think first, I want to play another round of the Starfarer board game.”

Cole blinked. “Lloyd, it’s seven pm. And this took us like five hours to get through the first time.”

The ninja blinked at each other.

“Oh, it’s on!”

[charincharge]

“Hold on you have leaves in your hair.” for rowaelin please

rowaelin high school bff au:  past-take masterlist 

AN: Set ~5.5 years before the first chapter of IDWTW~ Enjoy these adorable 11 yos being dummies, always.

As Aelin looked around the middle school Halloween parade, she couldn’t help but shrink back. She’d worked for weeks on her costume, crafting the perfect three-tiered cake out of cardboard. She’d decorated it with hot pink crepe paper, and even constructed a crown out of candles. She had been so incredibly proud of herself as she’d looked at the pink sugary confection she’d created for herself. She’d worn a light pink leotard and leggings to match the color of the paper she’d wrapped around the boxes and left the house smiling confidently.

But as a group of heavily made up prom queens, cheerleaders, and pop stars walked by, Aelin couldn’t help but feel like a bit of a baby. No one had told her that sixth grade was the year girls started dressing up in more mature costumes. She couldn’t help but think that if her mom had been around, she’d be one of the girly girls with a face full of makeup, baring her midriff, too, instead of the babyish contraption that had the seventh and eighth graders smirking down their nose at her.

Leaning against the side of a parked car a safe distance away from the parade festivities, she tore open her packet of M&Ms and plopped another one into her mouth as she watched the older girls walk by.

“Whatcha doing all the way over here?” a friendly voice asked, coming to stand next to her

Aelin frowned at her best friend. He fit right in with all the other boys in his striped shirt, eye patch and drawn on beard. He nudged her pink converse with the toe of his boot, but Aelin shook him off and ate another piece of candy. She was so distraught that she didn’t even complain when Rowan reached in and grabbed an m&m for himself.

“You okay?” he asked, poking at her costume with the long sword of his pirate’s costume. Aelin simply shrugged. She wasn’t sure what she was feeling.

“I hate my costume,” she mumbled under her breath.

“What?” Rowan asked, raising a blonde brow. She hated when he did that. It went too far up his forehead and made him look like a cartoon character.

She reached out and pushed his brow back down, making him laugh softly.

“I should have been something else,” Aelin sighed wistfully.

Rowan furrowed his brow. “But you worked so hard on it.”

“I look stupid!” Aelin snapped, turning away from him. Boys! They just didn’t understand things.

Rowan placed his hands on her shoulders and spun her back around, his lips pursed into a serious frown.

“You do not look stupid,” he said. “I would never let you look stupid.” He paused, his one visible green eye squinting as the thought hard about something. “Do you want my sword?”

Aelin gasped. It was the truest sign of friendship for Rowan to offer it to her. He’d been excited about his sword for weeks, even making Aelin watch YouTube tutorials on sword fighting form with him, so he could have a real fight.

“No.” She shook her head quickly. “I couldn’t take that.”

Rowan grinned, “Come on.” He held it out to her, and she accepted it tentatively. His grin widened impossibly. “Now you’re a cake with a serving knife,” he laughed. “Will you cut me a piece?” he asked. “You look delicious.”

He put his hands over hers and feigned cutting a slice out of her costume and leaned in and snapped his teeth at her, as if he were taking a bite. “Rowan!” she laughed, shoving him away.

They stood in amiable silence, finishing the package of M&Ms between the two of them until Aelin finally had to say something.

“I feel guilty I took your sword,” she finally admitted.

“A good pirate always has more than one weapon,” Rowan laughed loudly, leaning into his boot and pulling out a small plastic knife. “On guard!”

Aelin squealed as Rowan parried towards her, his newly revealed weapon jabbing from side to side as she ran in a circle around the car from him.

“KIDS!” a loud voice called from the parade. “No playing in the parking lot!”

Aelin and Rowan smiled guiltily as they made their way back to the main driveway, which had been blocked off for the Halloween parade.

“Better?” Rowan asked as he slung his arm around her shoulders, and Aelin nodded. She leaned against his shoulder as a wide smile appeared on her lips. She was so grateful to the boy next to her, she couldn’t even fully process it. He’d seen that she was upset, sought her out, and immediately fixed it. Because that’s what Rowan did. He made her feel better. Always.

She glanced over at him and was surprised to see he was already looking her way with a strange expression on his face.

“What?” she asked, suddenly feeling nervous again. But suddenly nervous about Rowan. That was weird. It unsettled her.

“Nothing,” he said, shaking his head. He moved his hand to her hair and pinched at a strand, pulling something out. “You had a leaf in your hair.”

“Oh.”

She watched as he slowly pulled the brown crinkled leaf from her golden strands, rubbing it between his fingers until it disintegrated and fell to the ground.

Aelin’s stomach fluttered with some new feeling as he looked at her and smiled again. “Now you’re perfect.”

She felt her heart beat a little faster as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders again, squeezing her to his side as close as he could with her cardboard costume between them, and Aelin leaned into his warmth. She looked up at his smiling face and attempted to relax, but she just couldn’t anymore.

Oh. She thought to herself as they walked side by side back to the parade.

Oh no.

It was official. Aelin most definitely had a crush on her best friend.  

~*~

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Something Wicked

part 2

masterlist

Here you go, my darlings! Hope you’re all having a lovely spooky season! If any of you have some spooky song recommendations or some song’s you think would fit Jin’s aesthetic let me know! I’m compiling my writing playlist for something wicked!---chaotic puff

Didn’t she realize that it was a privilege to have the attention of Kim Seokjin? He had a billion dollar corporate empire. He could have any woman in the world, but he had chosen her. Yet, she had chosen to be with a lowly man from his own company. What did he have that Jin didn’t? What could he offer her that Jin couldn’t? Nothing. The answer was nothing.

It made his blood boil, the thought of his precious darling in the arms of a salary man, a mere employee. Why choose such a man when he was right in front of her? Had he not lavished her with enough attention? Had he not made himself clear? His poor darling had lowered herself to such a level when he was more than happy to give her anything she desired, and yet she resisted him. She scorned his advances and let this mere peasant bask in her presence.  

“Oppa,” A whiny voice grated against his ears forcing him to pull his attention from her and put it back onto the woman wrapped up in his sheets batting her eyes at him in what she must have thought was a sensual look. “Come back to bed, oppa.” She pouted reaching out for him.

His eyes were cold and lifeless as he assessed her. “Get out.”

“Excuse me?” Her voice had lost all of its babyish charm to taken on an incredulous tone.

“Get out.” He repeated tone sharp as he assessed her. When she didn’t move, Seokjin sighed reaching over the bed fishing his wallet out of his slacks and pulling out a few bills to throw at her. “Take it and go.”

“I’m not a prostitute!” She squawked glaring at him.

He scoffed running a hand through his hair and smirking cruelly down at her allowing his cold gaze to trail down her body. “You dress like one, and you certainly fuck like one. Now get out.” He snapped wanting the annoying woman out of his room. Women like her weren’t worthy of coming to his home. They were only ever invited to one of his hotels.

He waited for her to leave before he pulled himself out of bed and dressed himself calling his driver to take him home. He wanted the feel of her filthy, unworthy hands off his body and the comfort of his own Egyptian cotton sheets. More than that, he wanted his darling there in his arms and safely away from that man, not a man, a boy. His darling was too good for such a man.

He could remember the first time he had seen her four years ago. She had walked into his office so young and naïve. She was fresh out of college with no work experience and no real options, and yet she thought she could be his assistant. His assistants never lasted long, so why not hire the pretty young thing that had waltzed into his office practically trembling with nerves?

He had never expected her to last as long as she had, but she had surprised him. She was a fast learner and eager to please.

She had dropped to her knees tears heavy on her lashes as Jin scolded her for her mistake. She had messed up the contracts that had needed to go out tomorrow. As a result both she and Jin would have to stay late to fix them.

“I’m so sorry, sajangnim.” She whimpered trying her best to keep her tears from falling. “This is all my fault.”

He was surprised to see her on her knees before him, but not in a bad way. She looked so sweet and helpless before him, so weak.

“I’ll fix it.” She promised lips trembling as she apologized frightened of his wrath. “I’ll stay all nigh if I have to. It was my mistake. It’s my burden to bear.”

He smiled mentally cooing at the image. Such a sweet submissive creature perfect to be molded to his will.

“Things that were hard to bear are sweet to remember.”  He told her helping her up gently patting her head as one would a scolded puppy. “Come now, Y/N. We have work to do.”

He’d known in that moment she was perfect for him. No woman was worthy of Kim Seokjin, none that he had found, but perhaps he could make one. From that day on he had started molding her to his will. She knew everything about him, how to take care of him just and did it all with a sweet smile. Years of work had gone into making her perfect for him. She had been molded from a trembling child into the perfect assistant, and then into the perfect woman for him. He had never given so much attention to a woman before. How could she not see that? Could she not see how much time and effort he devoted towards her?

His darling would never be so unappreciative. It must have been that man’s fault, that Kim Min Seok. He was ruining her, distracting her from what really mattered, distracting her from him. But not to worry, all would be well. He would save her from her own naivety. How was his poor stupid darling supposed to know that other men were no good for her? He’d get rid of the other man, and everything would be perfect again.

The poor soul thought he could take Jin’s darling away from him, but Jin had just the thing for him. It was fortuitous that the ingrate worked for him. It made getting rid of him so much simpler. It was a just matter of firing him, though it almost seemed like letting him off too easily. The idiot thought he could propose to Jin’s darling.

The thought darkened Jin’s mood even further. His men had discovered that Min Seok had bought a ring planning to propose to Y/N and take her away to Busan once he got his promotion. He thought he was going to take her far away from him, but Jin was never going to let that happen. Min Seok wouldn’t be getting the promotion, and he certainly wouldn’t be proposing to Y/N.

The worst of it was that they had been carrying on their illicit affair for a year. As soon as Jin had stopped keeping dabs on her, she had gone and sought the attention of another man. In a way Jin blamed himself. If he had continued to keep an eye on her, this never would have happened. The problem would have been resolved before it had ever had the chance to even begin. He should have kept a closer eye on her. He’d be sure to do just that in the future.

“Y/N-ie,” He called out from his office almost gleeful about the news he was about to deliver. She was there in an instant smiling at him like she always did. “I need you to file some termination papers for me.”

“Termination papers?” She asked her smile dropping to be replaced by a look of confused sympathy. “Who am I filing them for?”

“Kim Min Seok.” He watched with glee as the color drained from her face and her eyes widened in mute horror.

“Can I ask the reason for termination?” The way her voice shook slightly didn’t escape him, nor did the way her hands clenched around the tablet she held. “I thought he was being considered for the position in Busan.”

The smile on his face had an almost vicious quality to it as he regarded her. “He’s been embezzling from the company. The police will be coming for him soon.”

Jin was quick to stand and catch her as she stumbled in her heels gently leading her over to the sofa to sit. “Are you alright, darling?” He fussed hovering over her.

“I’m fine, just a little light headed.” She said trying to paste on a reassuring smile though Jin saw right through it.

“Why don’t I get you some water, darling?” He cooed placing a hand on her shoulder, happy to see her so complaint under his touch.

“That’s really not…”

“I’ll get you some water. I can’t have my best girl fainting on me.” He ordered sternly trying to hide his satisfaction.

He poured her a glass of water and brought it back to her settling himself beside her on the sofa. “Should I call for a doctor?” He prodded placing a hand across her forehead to check her temperature feigning ignorance as to her reaction. She pushed his hand away gently shooting him a shaky smile though that didn’t stop him from fussing over her. “You should have told me if you weren’t feeling well, darling.”  

“I’m fine, really, sajangnim.”

She was anything but fine. Min Seok was going to be fired for embezzlement. She had no idea, and she honestly couldn’t believe it. Min Seok was a good man, a sweet man. He would never do something like this. Why would he risk everything when he was about to get such a good job? Why would he risk both of their futures like that?

“Perhaps I should have Suho take you home.” Jin cooed sympathetically, rubbing gentle circles across her back taking the moment to bask in the scent of her perfume. It wasn’t the rose today, he noted with a frown. It had a darker amber tone to it that he didn’t recognize. A gift from her suitor perhaps, a thought that did not please him. The only perfumes she should wear were the ones he gifted her.

“Really, sajangnim. I’m fine.” She assured eyes wide as she turned her gaze to him. “I should get back to work. Thank you for the concern.” She bowed standing up ready to flee, but Jin grabbed her wrist stopping her from leaving.

“You’re still very pale, darling. Sit here for a bit. I’ll have one of the other secretaries file the paperwork.” He cooed pulling her back down onto the couch.

“I’m really fine, sajangnim. I’ll take care of this right away.” She tried to stand, but a firm hand on her shoulder kept her seated.

His gaze was firm as he stared her down. “I really think you should rest, darling.” He saw she was about to protest again but cut her off before she could. “If you don’t rest here, I’ll have Suho take you home.” He threatened perfectly serious. He knew it was only the shock, but his darling was too sweet for her own good, and he couldn’t have her running off to see her boy toy before the police dragged him away.

“Alright.” She sighed sipping at her water again though all she wanted to do was march downstairs and ask Min Seok what exactly was going on before the police dragged him away. “Thank you, sajangnim.”

Jin was happy to have her there choosing to remain by her side while she “rested” and keep an eye on her.  He didn’t intend for them ever to see each other again, and her shock gave him the perfect excuse to keep her close and out of the way as the problem was dealt with.

Jin kept a sharp eye on her as he waited for a phone call from security telling him that the bastard had been dragged away. But the phone call he received was not what he was expecting.

“What?” He shouted anger rolling off him in waves and startling the still shocked woman sitting on his couch. Her eyes shot over to his wide and worried as a dark cloud settled over him.

“Sajangnim?” She asked rising from the sofa ready to do damage control for whatever had happened.

“Find him.” He hissed before slamming his phone down.

“Is everything alright, sajangnim?” She asked again stepping over to the desk. “Is there anything I can do?”

He took a deep breath trying to stamp down his annoyance so as not to frighten her. “No, darling. I was just informed that the little rat got away.”

It was as if a bolt of lightning had hit her. “Min Seok wasn’t arrested?”

“No.” He growled glaring down at his phone as though it had offended him. “Someone warned him. He got away before the police could arrive.”

“Oh.” She breathed out in a mixture of relief and shock much to Jin’s displeasure. His carefully laid plan was a mess, and she had the audacity to be relieved. How could she still be thinking of another man? “Is there anything you’d like me to do?” She asked snapping out of her reverie. “Should I coordinate with the police and security teams?” She rushed over to the sofa to pick up her tablet her mind whirling with possibilities.

Min Seok hadn’t been arrested? Was it alright to feel relieved? Should she want him to go to prison? Love was a crazy thing. Even if he had done what Seokjin said he had, and she still didn’t really believe that he would ever do such a thing, she didn’t want to see him in prison. He had always been such a good man, always so sweet to her.

“No, darling.” He sighed running a hand through his perfectly styled hair mussing it up, something he normally wouldn’t do. “You’re still pale. I think it would be best for you to go home.”

She shook her head fervently too wired to think about going home and stewing in her thoughts. “I think I would be of more use here, sajangnim.”

“You would be of no use to me if you fainted, darling.” He scolded standing up and taking the tablet from her hands. “You should rest.”

“But…”

“It’s not up for debate, Y/N.” He placed a hand on her back and practically pushed her out the door of his office. “Grab your bag. I’ll take you home myself.”

She wanted to protest, but there was really no arguing with Kim Seokjin. So she did as he said, and collected her things putting her work phone and tablet into her tote bag and closing out of her computer all under the watchful gaze of her boss.

He kept a hand on her back all the way down to the lobby despite the fact that she was no longer shaky on her feet. She hadn’t been since that first stumble, but that didn’t stop Jin from keeping her close and keeping his hand where it did not belong. She had tried to move away, but every time, Jin would replace his hand on her back again. She eventually gave up trying and just allowed him to keep it there.

The ride to her home was silent and awkward. Jin was seething that Min Seok had evaded him, and Y/N was caught up in thoughts of everything that had happened that day. Yesterday they had been having lunch together, and today he was on the run from the police. It just didn’t make sense. The Min Seok she knew would never do something like this. The more she thought about it the more it didn’t make sense.

She was only pulled out of these thoughts when they arrived at her home to be greeted by the sound of barking.

She sat up immediately on alert. “That’s Jinnie.”

Jin looked at her confused. What did she mean? He was sitting next to her, and he certainly didn’t make such an obscene sound. “Jinnie?”

“He’s a stray I take care of. Well, he’s really more my dog now than a stray. He’s not a fan of people, but he usually doesn’t bark. He should be inside actually.” Her brow furrowed further as she caught sight of the shaggy hair of the dog she’d spent so long trying to coax into her home. It had taken her ages to get the dog to trust her. She never left him outside when she was at work out of fear something would happen to him.

“You named your dog Jinnie?” He asked more offended than anything else.

She hummed in agreement before practically bolting out of the car with Jin following behind calling for her to come back.

She approached the dog cooing gently trying to get him to calm down. “Hello, handsome boy. How’s the most beautiful boy in the whole world?” The dog kept growling at her door, but one ear was cocked back in her direction and his tail was wagging slightly at the sound of her voice.

She was able to get close enough to grab his collar, but the human Jin had approached at this point much to the displeasure of the dog. He took one look at Seokjin and started growling moving to stand in front of Y/N protectively.

“I’m sorry. He doesn’t like strangers… or people really. He’s a little finicky.” She smiled nervously keeping a firm hand on his collar to keep him from lunging at her boss. “And he was already riled up. I think there’s someone in the house.”

“I’m calling the police.” Jin announced already pulling out his phone. “We’ll discuss your dog’s name later.”

She nodded moving to punch in the code to her house letting Jinnie run in ahead of her. Jinnie was by no means a small dog, and he was more than likely to chase out whoever had entered her home than she was. She went in after him much to her boss’ displeasure as he called for her to come back.

What they found inside, was not what she expected.

“Min Seok?”  

part 3

[dershloop]

Eventually - (Techno)

“Cole? You did the laundry the other day right?” Zane said, walking over to where his friend was sat playing some old, polygonal Sonic game.

“Hmm? Yeah, I did, why?” Cole said, pausing his game, putting down his controller and turning to him.

“I can’t find my hoodie. The white one with the light blue sleeves and hood? I swear I put it in and thought I put it back in my wardrobe but I can’t find it,” Zane said, shoving his hands in his pockets frustratedly. He didn’t like not knowing. Not knowing things annoyed him. Annoyance led to frustration, and frustration led to him doing or saying something that he’d regret immediately after.

“I don’t think I’ve seen it. I remember washing it and giving it you back so I don’t know. Sorry man,” Cole said, scrunching his mouth up sadly, picking his controller back up and continuing to play his game.

Zane sighed and walked back to his room in defeat. That was his favourite hoodie too, how could it just get up and walk off like that? He hadn’t worn it since it’d been washed, so it had to be in his wardrobe but it wasn’t. He smashed his palms against his forehead frustratedly and flopped down onto his bed, lying on top of his sheets, wracking all of his memory to see if he could remember just one instance of it being out of his closet.

Nothing sprung out at him. Zane grunted in annoyance and squeezed his eyes shut. Where could that stupid hoodie be?

“Ok you can come out now,” Cole said, looking over at a cabinet next to the TV; a cabinet that made suspicious grunting and groaning noises. The door swung open and out fell Jay, wearing the exact hoodie Zane had just described.

“Thanks, Cole,” Jay said with a small pant as he pulled himself up off of the floor and fell back onto the couch next to his best friend.

“Dude he won’t care if you wanna wear it, why don’t you just tell him you wanted to wear it?” Cole said, pausing his game and looking over at his best friend questioningly.

“I- I don’t know. What if he says no? What if he gets mad at me now for not telling him I had it? Oh god, Cole, this is gaslighting, isn’t it? Ok, I should have just asked him he’d going to be so mad and -”

“Before you say he’s going to break up with you,” Cole interrupted, holding a hand up in an attempt to quieten his friend, “It’s a hoodie. Second, you’re rattling and just working yourself up. How about you just stay here and wait, and if he comes back down then he’ll see you have it.”

“That’ll make him madder, won’t it? If he’s getting stressed about it now, in a couple of hours he’ll be even more annoyed.”

“Jay, you’re supposed to be his boyfriend you should know him better than that. I don’t think Z has an angry gear in his body, especially when it comes to you. In his eyes, I don’t think anyone ever been more perfect,” Cole said with a reassuring smile, before thinking for a second and adding, “If that’s what’s stressing you, go and talk to him now. Just walk in, act like you don’t know anything about any of this.”

“Cole that’s lying. I’m an awful liar.”

“I know man but work with me here I’m trying my best,” Cole desperately groaned and rolled his eyes, knowing full well what Jay wanted, “You want me to talk to Zane don’t you.”

“Took you long enough,” Jay muttered, crossing his arms.

“Wow, ok, I didn’t realise you were 5 now. Do you want your blanket and a nap? How about a bedtime story?” Cole joked in an overly babyish voice as if he were talking to a young child or an animal.

“You’re so funny, you know that?”

“I’m well aware.”

“Anyway, can you? You can have my cream cake I got from the bakery if you do,” Jay said pleadingly, intertwining his fingers as to look like a poor defenceless child, even if he was a fully grown adult.

“Dude I was gonna do it for free but that cream cake does look good,” Cole said, his eyes wandering to the door leading to the kitchen.

“Oh for real? In that case, just do it asshat that’s my cake,” Jay stuck his tongue out and crossed his arms.

“Fine, I’ll go talk to him. You big baby,” Cole rolled his eyes and stood up, walking towards the stairs before looking back expectantly at Jay who was still sat on the sofa with one of the drawstrings in his mouth, chewing it anxiously, “Come on then, Master Of Blabber. You sure do talk a lot for someone so ‘uwu soft boy protect me!’.”

“Never say ‘uwu’ out loud again please, for everyone’s sanity,” Jay said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“No promises bro.” He said, reaching the top of the stairs and knocking on Zane’s door, waiting for his friend to reply.

“Come in!” The nindroid’s frustrated voice called out from the other side of the door. Jay’s eyes widened and he backed away slightly, the drawstring going back in his mouth.

“No! Here, now!” Cole whispered aggressively, grabbing Jay’s wrist and pulling him back towards Zane’s room, before quickly slinging him over his shoulder and opening the door, quickly stepping inside, putting Jay down and saying “Found your hoodie!” to Zane before quickly dipping out and shutting the door behind him.

“Wait… You had my hoodie all along?” Zane said, looking at the scattered clothes and drawers on his floor that he’d pulled out, desperate to find it.

“Well, I… guess yeah,” Jay said, choosing a spot on his boyfriend’s wall and staring at it. But instead of yelling, instead of getting mad like he’d expected him to, Zane laughed. Zane laughed his perfect, adorable little laugh that lit up rooms. The laugh that made Jay feel 100 times better on a bad day. But… why?

“Oh thank God, I thought I’d lost the stupid thing,” Zane said, chuckling a little, before adding, “But why didn’t you just ask me? It would’ve saved a lot of time and effort. Or even just let me know you had it?”

“I- I don’t know, honestly I just… I heard you coming downstairs, panicked and hid,” Jay said, his hand gravitating the back of his neck subconsciously.

“You panicked? Oh, blueberry you are silly,” Zane said, standing up from the floor and walking towards Jay and wrapping his arms around him, planting a little kiss on the top of his head. Jay smiled and hugged Zane back, wrapping his arms around his waist and pressing his head against his chest. He felt so safe when near him, almost as if nothing could go wrong. How he could ever believe this sweet and harmless nindroid could ever be mad at him was beyond him.

“It’s kinda funny, I thought you were gonna be mad with me,” Jay laughed a little, Zane doing the same. Jay could feel his chest rise and fall, his mechanical parts whirring and humming softly. He closed his eyes for a second, letting the quiet noises lul him into a waking slumber. He was safe, he was home, he was fine.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been legitimately mad at you, Jay, you worry too much,” Zane smiled, resting his head on top of Jay’s, his soft curly hair tickling his nose and cheeks.

“I know, I can’t help it. Do you want it back now?” Jay said, bending his neck so he was staring directly into Zane’s eyes.

“JJ?”

“Yeah Snowball?”

“No. You look very cute in it,” He said with a smile, kissing Jay on the nose softly.

“I’ll give it back to you eventually then.”

“Eventually?”

“Eventually.”

[mellowsadistic]

“Hi, Mummy,” said Beth, looking over her shoulder and giving her girlfriend a sultry look. “Welcome home…”

“Oh baby,” her Mummy sighed, shaking her head as she deposited her work things on the floor. “What do you think you’re wearing?”

“Lingerie, Mummy,” said Beth, a little hesitantly. “I’m… I’m being sexy.” She slid off the bed and tried to move seductively over to her girlfriend, but her thick nappy pushed her legs apart and turned her sexy saunter into a silly toddle.

“That’s Mummy’s underwear, Beth,” Mummy said sternly. “It’s not for you. We threw all your grown-up underwear away after you started having those babyish potty accidents, remember?”

Beth’s face reddened. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go! It had been ages since they’d done anything sexy together, all because of her stupid bladder control issues. She’d never had any history of bedwetting, let alone pants-wetting – her embarrassing problem had just sprung up out of nowhere! But her girlfriend hadn’t dumped her, even after she’d pissed in the sheets three nights in a row and thrown such a fuss about having to wear ‘protection’. Instead, Mummy had been so good about it, even if she was a little strict, like how she made Beth call her ‘Mummy’ instead of her name. She’d even given her those lovely, special music tracks to listen to, to help with her anxiety. Or had that been before she’d started having accidents?

“Please Mummy…” Beth said breathily, biting her lip and moving in close to her girlfriend, thinking that maybe if she blocked her view of her dumb nappy, her girlfriend might at least find her top half sexy. “I wanna play…” Mummy’s face softened a little, and Beth blinked slowly, putting on her best bedroom eyes. She leaned in closer, and Mummy leaned in too. Her lips parted. She’d done it! Maybe after this, she could ditch the diapers and they could start having regular grown-up time again!

But then Beth gasped suddenly and looked down at her crotch. The urge to go had come without warning, and the white front of her nappy was beginning to darken and discolour as warm pee-pee flooded into her pants in an uncontrollable rush. A soft hissing noise filled the air, and already the faint smell of urine reached up to her nose. She looked hurriedly back up at Mummy, praying that she somehow hadn’t noticed, but she could see the look on her face had changed. There was a tender, almost amused smile on her lips. She was looking at something cute, Beth knew, not something sexy. She tried to lean forwards anyway, to kiss her desperately, but her girlfriend stopped her with a finger to her lips. “Silly baby,” she said lightly, leaning forward to plant a kiss on her forehead instead.

Beth let out a pathetic whine. “I’m not a baby!” she cried. She grabbed her breasts and jostled them in her bra. “I’m a big girl! I can just change and then… and then we can do big girl things together like we used to!”

“I’m sorry, Beth,” Mummy said, shaking her head, “but I just don’t think I’m going to be in the mood for grown-up time after I’ve changed your pissy nappy.”

“Please, Mummy!” Beth begged. “We never have sex anymore! The only time you touch me down there is when you… when you wipe me. At night we just lie next to each other! I want to do things with you!”

“Actually sweetie, that reminds of something else I wanted to talk to you about,” Mummy said gently. “You know Mummy loves you very much, but frankly I’ve had enough of sleeping on a plastic sheet and waking up to the smell of pee-pee every morning. Not to mention that yucky mess you did in your nappy last night…”

Beth turned scarlet.

“So I’ve decided to move you into the spare bedroom. It will be your nursery from now on, until you grow out of this ridiculous, babyish habit.”

“No!” Beth wailed. “Why, Mummy? Please! I can’t help it! Why do you have to treat me like a stupid little girl?!”

“I’m trying to help you stop wetting your pants like a toddler,” said Mummy firmly. “And that involves turning your cheeks red, top and bottom. Hopefully I’ll be able to embarrass you into acting your age, Bethany. That’s why you’re not allowed to wear anything over your nappies when you’re in the house.” She looked pointedly down at the red panties stretched over her girlfriend’s bulging Pampered bottom.

Beth whimpered and stared at her feet. Slowly, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of Mummy’s panties and tugged them down over to her nappy. They fell down her legs to pool around her ankles. Next went the bra. She unhooked it, letting it fall to the floor, exposing her breasts and leaving her standing there in nothing but her nappy. Her girlfriend stood over her, shaking her head in disappointment. “You know getting into Mummy’s clothes is a big no-no,” she said crossly. “I was planning to wear those for my date tonight, you naughty girl.”

“Y-your date?!” Beth squealed, horrified.

“That’s right, baby," said Mummy. "I still have needs, and they can hardly be filled by an overgrown little girl who still goes wee-wee and stinky-time in her pants, can they? But maybe Luke will be able to satisfy me.”

“But… but…” Beth spluttered, tears welling up in her eyes. She didn’t know what to say first. “A man?!”

“That’s right, baby. He’s one of my colleagues. To tell the truth, I’ve had a bit of a crush on him for a while. If our date goes well, you might just be getting a Daddy to help look after you! Now come here, Bethany. You’re getting your wish. Mummy’s going to take that yucky wet nappy off you… Someone’s earned herself a bare bottom spanking!”

[yamithediaperdork]

My Cousin is CRAZY! (Ben10 alien force)

My cousin is crazy

It was Saturday morning in Bellwood and 15 year old Ben Tennyson was slowly waking up to the smell of bacon and eggs. It was strange because his parents were on a vegan kick at the moment but he decided to roll with it and opened his eyes as he went to sit up. And then groaned out loud as he took in stock of his attire and what he was sleeping in. Not for the first time since Gwen had started working out hardcore last year the girlish Ben had found his cousin perv'ing on him and deciding he should be her sissy baby wife. Despite making his lack of interest in such plans clear MORE then once, It hadn't of stopped Gwen from snagging him up at random times and dressing him up. Case and point, he was currently in what he estimated as 5 princess reaz's diapers (he'd sadly become familiar with the different brands because of Gwen) and a dark pink top with lighter pink puffed out shoulders and a semi skirt that didn't even cover half of the diapers. The top also had a red heart on the front with white writing in cursive declaring 'i wove my mommy' going along with the top and diapers his hands were in locking mittens meaning any attempt to use the omnitrix was doomed to fail and his feet covered in booties with slick bottoms so Ben would end up having to crawl unless he wanted to fall on his ass every 12 steps. 'At least she didn't put the paci in my mouth this time.' Ben thought with a sulky though a pat on his head told him she had put the silly over sized bow in his hair again, the damn thing pink with white poka dots. As for what he was in, again this wasn't a shock to him as it wasn't the first time but he was still less then pleased to have gone to sleep in his own bed in a pair of boxers and wake up in the hot pink crib Gwen had built just for him during her wood shop class. And of course since she wasn't shy of telling people who it was for Ben had been forced to endure even more teasing at school though ironically just verbal, no bullies had darned to lay a finger on him and have to deal with Gwen's almost super human power and bulk. The last bully who had tried had been found hanging from a flag pole by a pair of Barbie pants. Struggling to get to his feet on the purple sheet covered queen sized mattress and ignoring the fuzzy white and pink blanket and pillows in the crib with him (not to mention a dolly or too) Ben took in a deep breath and then hollered at the opened door frame of Gwen's room. "GWEN YOU SICK BITCH! YOU'VE BEEN TOLD TO STOP KIDNAPPING ME AND DRESSING ME IN DRAG AND HUGGIES! COME IN HERE AND LET ME OUT OF THIS OUTFIT BEFORE I GET YOU IN SHIT WITH YOURS AND MINE PARENTS AND GRANDPA MAX TOO!" It was the only threat that normally worked as while they're parents thought it was mostly cute, they all agreed that Gwen kidnapping Ben crossed a line. other then that though it was fair game if he was out of the house. Grandpa Max was nicer about it in Ben's view as he made the rust bucket a official safe zone that even Gwen respected and so Ben found himself hanging out less with Gwen and Kevin and more with Gramps. Kevin for his part was all too happy to stay out of it, treating the whole thing as a bullet dodged when him and Gwen had never hit it off and a better Ben then him. Ben didn't have to wait long as he swore he could almost feel the food steps of Gwen as she made her way towards the room.

Between the insane amount of weights she worked and the reps she put into and a unexpected growth spurt Gwen looked like she could of been a WWE at her 6'10 height and 320 pounds of mostly muscle. She kept her Orange hair short and was wearing a pair of grey jogging pants and white under shirt that showed off her girl abs. "Awww is my darling widdle wife to be awake?" She coo'ed, cupping her hands together and flashing Ben a big smile. "Gwen, for the LAST time, I'm not going to marry you. I'm not going to be your sissy baby, now PLEASE let me go. I'm not joking, I'll call Grandpa Max over and get you in SO much trouble." Ben huffed, trying to look intimidating but his outfit made that all but impossible. "Awww such a silly widdle gurl! Did widdle Benny forget that this is our parents couples retreat weekend? And gramp's is off on Plumber work! That means I got widdle Benny to myself allll weekend." Gwen gushed and came over, lifting him out of the crib with ease and holding him up so she could give his padded rump a sniff. "Ah crap baskets..That was THIS weekend?" Ben whined, not even bothering to point out he would of said something if he had used the diapers. He'd tried to make plans to hang out with cooper for that weekend but had clearly gotten his dates wrong and was capital S screwed for the next 48 hours. "Hmm Doesn't smell like Benny has made me a present yet..but I know you will soon enough. you just love to make presents for your hubby don't you?" Gwen coo'ed and moved him down enough she could give him a Eskimo kiss. "Oh yeah. highlight of my weekend, fudging a diaper." Ben said sarcastically. "Now now, I know you're just grumpy because you didn't get to play with me last night, but I had to take care of a few things. But we have allll weekend sweetie. And if you promise to be a good little gurl for me I'll be nice and spoil you with all the junk food you want. After all you need to put on some baby fat." Gwen chuckled and kissed his cheek. Ben groaned, Gwen was always trying to chub him up, but given the fact he'd been subjected to the 'wonder's' of a baby food and formula weekend before, and the fact he was trapped regardless he just hung his head. "Fine, I'll play along. but for the record, you need help." Ben huffed. "Oh please, I can handle my widdle wife for a weekend!" Gwen chuckled and carried Ben off towards the kitchen.

Strapped into a wooden but painted light pink high chair, Ben played along with his crazy cousin and held up his arms so she could remove his top and replace it with a hello kitty bib. "Now Benny, if I remove your mitten's and let you feed yourself, you're not gonna do something stupid and try and use your silly little watch now are you?" Gwen asked. Considering between her bulk and her magic Gwen out classed most of Ben's aliens anyways and she always made sure he was sorry for trying to go alien on her after he timed out, Ben decided that having the freedom to feed himself was worth playing along. "Yeah I'll be good.." Ben said and held up his hands. She studied his face for a second, as if deciding whether or not to trust him then smiled. "I believe you. I really hope we can have a nice weekend together and I don't end up having to spank you. it hurts me then it does you when I have to." Gwen said then moved to free up Ben's hands. 'Bullshit on that one!' Ben thought but wisely kept his thoughts to himself and just flexed his fingers, and looked at the watch. "I'm not going alien, I'm just checking to make sure no alien got primed to go while the mitten on so I don't accidentally go alien and get my cheeks tanned." He said, and then after getting a smirk and a nod from Gwen checked the watch. Thankfully nothing was primed and he made sure to show the psycho and then wiggled in the high chair as he waited on her to plate up some num nums for him. Everything else aside, Gwen really was a excellent cook and she didn't hold back as she put the piled high plate of scrambled eggs and Bacon and some pancakes down in front of Ben and handed him a baby fork and knife. She had also poured on the maple syrup and set down a one liter baby bottle full of chocolate milk for him and kissed his cheek. "Eat up little lady.Oh, did you want me to put a show or something on for you while you eat up? I think Sumo slammers is having a marathon on channel 6 today." Gwen asked, nodding to the Kitchen TV her mom had had put in back during the 90's. "..That would be agreeable yes." Ben said, trying not to break out into a silly grin before he started to dig into the food, watching as Gwen was proven right. 'you know.. the huggies and drag aside, I could get used to being spoiled like this.' Ben thought.

Gwen smirked as she watched Ben chow down and kick his legs ideally in the high chair. while she would of preferred he watch something a little less violent she had changed up her usual plan for weekend sessions with her soon to be sissy bride. Trying to enforce the baby food and sissy programs only made him fight it more so she was gonna meet him halfway and try to ease him more into baby gurlhood. One added bonus though she noticed with a big grin while she had her normal bowl of high protein gruel was that Ben was even more of a messy eater then normal as he watched his show, getting syrup all over his face and bib and eggs and bits of bacon were all over the place. 'He's such a big baby! I love it!' She mentally squealed. It only got better as halfway though his plate, he reached for his his ba-ba and held it with BOTH hands like a good baby gurl and she was fighting the urge to squeal out loud. Anytime she tended to praise him for his babyish behavior he always tried to cut it out. Finishing her gruel she washed it down with a protein drink and noted that Ben was squirming around lots in his high chair, with most of his food gone and the little sissy had packed away HALF of his milk already. "Doing alright over there baby gurl?" She asked. Ben seemed to snap out of his show induced trance and blushed. "I uh..I gonna potty..and I think I got a gas bubble stuck." He said, poking two fingers together. '..Is he asking me to burp him?' Gwen wondered but was ALL grin's "Well that's no good! here, let me help you out. whats a little gas between husband and wife?" She said. Coming over she grabbed a dish towel and a wet dish rag, putting the towel over one shoulder and then moved Ben's num num's and ba-ba over onto the kitchen table and removed his bib. washing the big baby's face and chest down she removed the tray and lifted him up, swooning as his legs wrapped around her and he helped her get his head over the towel. Rubbing his back she gave it all of three firm but gentle pats before Ben let out a massive belch over her shoulder and spit up a little bit of milk. "Uh...T-Thanks Gwen." A sheepish Ben half coo'ed and then switched shoulders and nuzzled into her. "Do you want me to set you down so you can go and hide while you make potty?" She offered, clearly trying to meet him half way was working wonders. "I..I Uh..no." Ben Mewed into her shoulder, which of course muffled his voice but she got the jest of it. "You wanna use your diapers while your bride to be holds you tight and praises you for being a good girl?" Gwen asked, grinning ear to ear and holding Ben close and rubbing his lower back. "I..I dunno..Maybe..I mean..If I can't use the potty..I guess it's.." Ben Mumbled into her shoulder, She could tell he'd of rather used the bathroom, which was a touch disappointing to her but still, with him willing to go in his pampers while she held him being his second choice that meant she was making headwind. "Do you wanna keep your face in my big strong shoulder or be turned around facing away from my?" She asked, then leaned down and kissed his neck, knowing from Julie (who had dumped Ben mostly because she shipped the pair) just how much he loved having his neck kissed and nibbled on. Case and point Ben didn't even really reply, just snuggled into her harder. Taking that as a answer Gwen made her way over to a kitchen chair and took a seat, Ben's legs on either side of her lap and his arms hugging her, while one of her strong hands rubbed and patted his pampered bottom. Her other hand was rubbing and pressing on certain spots on Ben's back and it didn't take loud before her efforts were rewarded as a muffled poot came out his backside, then anther and anther and she could feel him starting to push and grunt. "That's it baby gurl, let it all out. make me a nice big present." Gwen coo'ed sweetly in his ear and follow up with giving him a gentle start of a hickey on his neck as he began to fill his pretty pink diapers. "G-Gwen! Dun! N-Not while I'm pooping!" Ben meekly whimpered, though he tilted his head in such a fashion that he was offering her a even better shot at his neck. "Heh, Somebodies gonna be a tsundere diaper sissy for me huh? That's ok. I think it's adorable." Gwen chuckled, feeling the lumps of Ben's 'present' to her fill up the back of his diapers and mentally giving thanks to whatever mage had made the spell that allowed her to only smell strawberries in cream as Ben loaded his huggies. 'Maybe if he's a good gurl at our wedding, on our honeymoon I'll cast it on him too.' Gwen thought. Food for thought later, She had a good little gurl dumping his guts in his pampers for her and whimpering for his reward and as such, she leaned down and started to gently nibble and suck away on Ben's neck, smirking as the little sissy let out a soft "I love you.." as she did so.

The end

[logical-little-lies]

{Chapter 4- Discussions and Punishments}//Soft,Cute, and Far Smarter Than You (Sanders Sides Agere/CGLRE)

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Logan did not see the point in this. He did not wanna suffer through this conversation with his caregiver, but Patton said that it should happen. When Logan and Virgil revealed their headspaces back to back, Patton and Roman both had questions. And now that Patton has gotten to see Logan in his headspace a few times, he had a few more.

So that's what this was, an opportunity for Patton to ask Logan questions and hopefully get honest responses. "I know, I know. You don't wanna do this, but I have so much that I'm curious about! I feel like there's certain things I should know if I'm gonna keep being your caregiver."

Logan sat in his chair, spun around so that he was facing his bed, where Patton sat. Patton figured he'd be more comfortable in his room without the other two there. "okay, get on with it." Logan instructed. Patton sighed, starting off with a simple one.

"What's the entirety of your headspace range?" he questioned. Logan thought for a moment.

"I don't ever seem to younger then three, and the oldest I've ever felt without being completely big is around sixteen." he admitted. He shifted in his seat, a little uncomfortable. He still wasn't quite used to talking about his headspace like it was a normal thing. Being able to just casually talk about things like his headspace range and his little gear preferences, it was weird.

"Thirteen years? Wow." Patton seemed shocked when he thought of it that way. "Okay, next..." he paused, "is there anything I can do to be a part of your regression while you're a teenager without overstepping or making you uncomfortable?" he seemed nervous, but he genuinely wanted to know.

"Oh! Um..." Logan paused now, thinking. "I don't know. Just kinda what you did last time I regressed to those ages, check on me and stuff. What you did last time was actually pretty perfect." he shyly smiled at Patton, who excitedly beamed.

"Really? Awe!" Logan coughed, snapping Patton out of his excitement to keep going with the questions. "Okay, overall, is there anything I could do better while you're little?"

"Maybe use the term 'regressed' when asking about it, or talking about that in general. I kind of associate 'little' with by kidspace and anything below that. So when talking about my teenspace..." Logan trailed off.

"Use the term regressed instead! Got it. Anything that'll make you more comfortable, kiddo." Patton nodded. "Hmm...is there anything else I could do better?" he asked. "Or something you'd like me to start doing?"

"Maybe...." Logan paused, feeling as if his thought was stupid. He continued anyways though. "Maybe we could start doing punishments and rewards. Not when I'm a teenager, but when I'm a kid and stuff." He didn't make direct mention of his younger headspace, but Patton brushed it off and continued talking after a moment.

"We could make a sticker chart for little Logan! Whenever you behave well, you can add stickers to the chart! We can make a system and everything." he said, Logan nodding. "But punishments? What would we even do?"

"I mean, most kids get timeouts and stuff. I don't know. I don't really misbehave though, so we don't have to worry about that." Logan now regretted bringing that up. Patton seemed skeptical immediately.

"Okay, fine." he sighed, "for now, we won't worry about punishments. But the moment you start being bratty while regressed, we are sitting down to have this conversation again." he playfully threatened. Logan gave an understanding nod, and they kept talking.

Questions and questions came from Patton, and Logan did his best to reply honestly. Patton felt as though open discussions were needed for this to work, and though Logan didn't like the awkward conversations and such, he agreed.

But what he said, about him behaving while regressed wasn't always true. And Patton was going to discover that really soon.

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"Daddy, don wanna." Logan whined, fiercely shaking his head.

"Baby, you have to get dressed! You can't stay in pajamas all day," he paused, trying to find a way to convince him. "Your PJ's are so adult, but you're a baby, aren't you?"

"No!" Logan kicking his feet up. He still sat on his bed, his arms crossed as he absolutely refused to get ready.

"But darling," the nickname made Logan blush, but he still held his grumpy face. "You'll look so cute in your space onesie, don't you want your space onesie?" Patton pulled the piece of clothing from his lap, holding it up for him.

"If you want, you can wear just the onesie! Or you can wear overalls with it! How does that sound, baby?" Patton asked. There wasn't necessarily anything wrong with Logan staying in his pajamas, but he knew Big Logan would've wanted Patton to have him change. Logan hates staying in the same clothes for too long, no one really knows why.

Logan made grabby hands for the onesie, bouncing up and down. Patton didn't actually expect that to work, so he looked confused. "Space!" Logan giggled, kicking his feet again,except this time it was in a happy way. Patton had successfully diverted his attention.

"Yes baby, space. You know quite a bit about that, don't you?" he asked, reaching out for his hand to help him up. Logan started speaking, mindlessly taking his hand and standing up.

"Mhm! I know lots and lots about da stars, it's..it's weally weally cool!" his voice seemed to get even tinier when Patton tapped the side of his arm as a signal to lift them. He did so, and Patton pulled his shirt over his head with a chuckle.

"Yeah? Why don't you tell me something cool about the stars, Little Scholar?"

Whatever that slight brattiness that overcame Logan when he first got up was gone for the time being, washed away by Patton's adorable attempts at distracting him and making him slip younger.

"All done, baby boy!" he cheered once Logan was fully decked out in his cute little space onesie, animated spaceships and stars covering his figure. Logan giggled. "Now...do you want a pacifier today?"

He shook his head quickly. "Okay, well if you do want one, just let me know and we'll come pick one out, okay?" Logan nodded now. He hesitated, rethinking his decision.

"um..can I has one?" he mumbled shyly. Patton never understood the indecisiveness that Logan had sometimes, but he didn't complain. He only chuckled again, before turning around and locating the black chest on top of Logan's dresser. He had been working with him on not hiding away his little gear as if he was ashamed of it. So the pacifier chest currently sat on top of the dresser, not in the bottom drawer.

"Which one, sweetheart?" he asked. Logan took one of the modified baby pacifiers, which was dark blue with a spaceship on the button. It was a originally a toddler MAM pacifier,  but the nipple was switched out for an adult one.

"Look at you, all cute and adorable." Patton cooed as he slipped the pacifier into his mouth. Logan smiled adorably behind it. Logan walked up to the mirror on the back of his door, looking at himself. He wore the onesie, and that's it. He whined, because he didn't want to wear overalls, but he also felt uncomfortable in just the onesie.

It was cute, and he didn't mind Patton seeing him like this, but he didn't want to walk around the house. "Whats wrong, baby?" Patton questioned. Logan silently pulled at the onesie, in a downwards motion. "You want some pants? We can find some overalls-"

"No, no, don wanna!" he said. Patton's eyebrows creased in confusion.

It took them a bit to work it out, but he settled on white shortalls. All was well in the house, Logan was adorable, and Patton was getting ready to make breakfast. This day was sure to go great.

What could go wrong?

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So much. So much could go wrong.

"No, no, no!" Logan shouted in his babyish voice, "Don wanna."

"Calm down, baby. Please," Patton instructed. Logan shook his head. Virgil and Roman watched in silence. Logan was partially fussy due to the fact that Virgil wasn't little, so he was the tiniest side in the house, which made him feel vulnerable and frustrated.  And also, Patton was trying to make him clean his toys up.

"Come here." Patton instructed, in a slightly strict but soft tone. Logan shook his head, remaining in his spot on the floor, a plastic toy space ship in his hands. When he was little, Logan often ignored small things that big him would totally freak out about. For example, cleaning up after himself.

Usually, though, Patton would remind him and he'd do it with little complaints. But today, for some reason, he absolutely refused. "Baby." he called in a more serious voice, trying to convince him to get off of the ground.

"No."

Is it bad that Virgil and Roman were just a little amused by this? Patton looked absolutely tripped up on what to do, and just shocked. But he covered it up with a serious face as if he had any idea what he was doing or how to react.

"Logan."  He finally said, in a much harsher voice that he immediately felt bad for using. Logan dropped his toy, whimpering very quietly. Virgil could practically feel the babyish anxiety radiating from him. Logan got up slowly and shuffled over to stand in front of Patton, looking down and biting on his lip.

He didn't have any of his stuffed animals or his pacifier (he'd left them where he had been playing). "I'm sorry if I scared you, or anything. But you weren't listening before and I didn't know what else to do." Patton apologized. Logan nodded slowly, only glancing up at him a bit.

"Now, why don't you want to clean up your toys?" he asked.

"I don't wanna!" Logan whined, shifting on his feet.

"I know that you don't want to, but why?" he questioned once again.

"Don't wanna!" he simply shouted, stomping his foot on the ground with a huff. He crossed his arms.

Patton knew this is where he should punish him, but they didn't discuss punishments. So he said the first thing that came to mind. "Go sit in the kitchen. You're in timeout." he ordered, Logan seemingly shocked.

"No,no,no,no." he wasn't shouting, or directly defying him. Instead, he was muttering to himself, closing in on himself and looking ready to burst into tears. "No!" he shouted quickly, before running off and around the couch. Patton didn't even process what was going on until he was all the way at the bottom of the stairs.

Roman and Virgil still didn't give any input, not quite knowing what to say. What they would've suggested, Patton already tried to do. Softly talk him through what's going on, try to find out why he's acting this way. And resort to timeout if needed.

"Logan!" Patton called, turning on the couch so that he was looking at him. He slipped on the stairs and stumbled a bit. He paused, pouting with a quivering lip. He took a deep breath before grabbing onto the railing and continuing to quickly pace up the stairs. "You're going to hurt yourself, sweetheart." he tried again, but Logan ignored him, and within seconds, his door shut behind him.

Patton sighed, going to stand up. "Maybe you should give him a second?" Roman suggested. Patton nodded,

"Not to long though." he confirmed. He knew he was crying, and that he was probably scared that Patton was mad at him. He'd give him a second to calm down, and then go comfort him himself.

"Hey, you dealt with that well. He didn't react well, but you're doing a good job." Virgil smiled at him, and Patton smiled back weakly. He was oh to worried about his baby boy.

"It's also gonna be okay. I think he's just emotional about something unrelated and he's just acting out a bit. And also fussy about being the littlest one. Everything's gonna be okay." Roman reassured. They were both using reassuring words that actually helped a bit. Telling him that he wasn't a bad caregiver, and that everything would be okay. It calmed him a bit before he headed up the stairs.

Patton tried opening the door, but pulled his hand back when he realized it was locked. "Baby boy, can you please open the door for Daddy?" he called out.

"Why?" he heard a wavering baby voice come from inside the room, Logan had most likely been crying, as Patton predicted.

"Because I want to talk to you, Logan." Patton spoke softly, tapping his foot a bit while he listened for a reply.

"Go 'way." he could barely make out his voice and sniffles due to how quiet he was.

"I don't want to go away, darling. I promise that I just want to help you, okay? I'm not mad at you, if that's what your worried about." He could hear Logan slowly approaching the door, and suddenly he could hear his voice much more clearly.

"weally? Not mad?" he asked in a heartbreaking voice.

"Of course I'm not mad! I'm sorry I snapped at you, and gave you a timeout. But punishment doesn't mean that I'm angry with you, little one." he spoke in a promising voice. He heard Logan unlock the door and back away. Patton quickly swung the door open and shut it behind him, finding the boy with his knees to his chest in his office chair.

He was sucking on his thumb, and still looked nervous. Patton came closer to him slowly, and Logan dropped his legs, adjusting them so that they were hanging normally off of the chair. "Okay, do you wanna explain what happened down there?" Patton crouched in front of the chair so that he met Logan's eye level.

Logan still found a way to avoid looking at his face, though. "Why were you so against cleaning up, hmm?" Logan gave a light shrug, but eventually started speaking. He pulled his thumb out of his mouth before doing so.

"Just didn't want to. To small...and sad." he mumbled the last line.

"Sad? Oh, baby, why are you sad?" Patton's face dropped and he looked at him with even more concern in his face then before.

"Feel bad." he whined, shifting in his seat uncomfortably.

"About refusing to clean, or something else?" Patton asked. Logan was weirdly emotional today, and now that he thought about it, it was possible he was upset about something since that morning, like Roman had suggested.

"Smallest one here, an-and m' a baby and you has to take care of me. Feel bad." he repeated himself, inching his thumb back towards his mouth. Patton took a second to process before he spoke in a really soft, but direct tone.

"You never have to feel bad because I'm taking care of you. I know that you don't like being the smallest side in the house, or feeling like a baby, but you don't have to act out because of it. I can handle a three year old, you don't have to be sad." he spoke with the hope that Logan would understand him. He reached forward and pulled his hand away from his mouth.

"m' sorry," he apologized.

"For what, sweetheart?" Patton asked softly.

"Not being good. Don't like getting in trouble." he sniffled lightly.

"You're not in trouble anymore. This doesn't mean you'll get out of timeout any other time you act out, but today's the exception, okay?" Logan softly nodded, and Patton leaned forward to kiss his forehead.

Logan looked down and swung his feet a bit. "Thank you, daddy." he mumbled.

"Now, lets head downstairs and pick up those toys, hmm? Then we can take a nap and move on from all this. How does that sound?" he offered, Logan nodding and letting Patton take his hand.

Logan didn't want to talk about punishments, but Patton was right about the fact that they probably should. Especially now that he knew that Logan wasn't always the most well behaved, even if it was emotion based brattiness.

So, now Logan knew that the dreaded conversation had to happen.

But like everything else, he knew that it'd turn out fine.

It always did.

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little ghost boy || [JATP Agere/CGLRE]- “Hide and Seek” (Chapter 4)

Luke had been searching for Reggie for at least ten minutes.

He knew that was the whole point of hide and seek, but it genuinely scared him when he couldn't find him! And Reggie was pretty good at curling up in small spaces and hiding away.

"Baby?" He called out.

He walked by Julie's room, pausing. "You're not supposed to be in there..." he paused, taking a breath before deciding to check anyways.

Of course, he found Reggie sitting on Julie's bed. "Buddy, you know Julie would kill you if she was the one to find you in here, right?" he gave him a 'you should know better' look, approaching him and sitting next to him on the bed.

"But you find me! Just hiding..." he said innocently.

"Yeah, but this room is off limits, okay?"

Reggie regressed quite a bit now that Luke had offered to take care of him. They'd usually go hang out in some empty place and play games until Reggie was big again or got sleepy. Luke stopped trying to push Reggie to tell the others because he knew it wasn't doing anything but upsetting him. When Reggie was ready, he'd help him do it.

But for now, he'd help him keep him secret. As long as he could, anyways.

Reggie pouted nodding. "Sorry." he mumbled.

"You're okay, rockstar. Julie's not home right now so you weren't hurting anything, but if she was she would've been pretty upset."

Luke knew it would've been a disaster if she caught Reggie in her room, especially while he was regressed. While he didn't like yelling in general, yelling at him would probably result in tears and anxiety.

"Mad at me?" The regressor looked down, hugging himself a bit.

"But she's not home! So no one is mad at you!" he assured, quickly shifting the conversation once he realized what he insinuated. Reggie looked up, humming.

"Mkay. No coming in here." he said aloud, as if reminding himself.

"That's right, baby. Let's go play another round, okay?"

Reggie didn't get the chance to respond, because they heard the front door open, and quick footsteps up the stairs. Reggie took Luke's hand quickly, whimpering. Luke was shocked by two things.  First of all, Julie was gonna see Reggie regressed for the first time. And also, how did Julie get up the stairs so fast?

He didn't even process what was happening, and it was to late to poof them out by the time he did.

"Why are you in my room?" she opened her door, her eyes immediately falling on the two boys hold hands on her bed. She looked around behind her, before entering the room fully and shutting the door behind her. She let her bag slide off of her arms and drop by the door, crossing her arms and looking between the two boys for an explanation.

"Julie! Hi...I thought you were going to Flynn's house after school?" Luke asked, trying to redirect the conversation. He squeezed Reggie's hand in reassurance, because the poor boy currently looked so scared.

"She had a thing," she corrected. "Why are you in here? I told you, it's off limits unless I let you in here." Luke's redirection only lasted a few seconds. Reggie stayed quiet, wanting to hide away. It was so hard to repress regression when he had already slipped.

"Sorry, Jules. We were doing something and I came in here..." Reggie had a hard time keeping his voice level, and "big", but he tried his best. "Luke already told me that I shouldn't have and we were gonna leave!" he explained, quickly. He looked down again, pulling his hand away from Luke's.

Luke seemed concerned. Reggie told him that repressing regression wasn't good for him and he hated to see him feel like he had to do that.

"What were you doing though? What reason is there to come in here?" she asked. Reggie started to close in on himself, casting his eyes down. In the eyes of five year old him, she was gonna start yelling any minute now.

He did something bad and now she was mad at him. "I'm sorry!" he said, his voice falling into that babyish pitch before he could stop himself. He shut his mouth quickly, looking around him to see Luke's face of pity, and Julie's face of confusion.

He needed to get out of there.

So he did. He simply teleported to the studio, which was a lot more difficult when he was mentally a child.

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"What happened? Did I make him cry?" Julie was the first to speak once Reggie disappeared. Now she felt bad. She didn't even yell, and yet, she scared him. She didn't really understand what she had done to upset him, or that he was currently more sensitive then he'd usually be.

"Um..okay. Sit down, I guess I should try and explain."

"Yeah, you should," she nodded, coming to sit next to him.

"He can tell you more later, because I want to go make sure he's okay...but he does this thing called age regression. He's like, mentally a little kid for a little bit, a-and I kinda take care of him?"

Her face softened. "Oh! I've heard of that. I-i didn't know-"

"It's okay! He's just a lot more sensitive when he's like this and any sign of someone being upset with him makes him feel bad. He apologizes for everything. So I'm kinda really soft of him, and if you're going to interact with him while he's little, then you should too." he explained.

Julie nodded. "Oh, I'm sorry. Is he just afraid that I'm mad at him?" she questioned.

"Basically, yeah. He's also kinda scared that someones gonna yell at him, his parents used to when he did something 'wrong'. It'd probably help a lot if you told him yourself that you're not mad, he already felt bad about coming in here."

Julie nodded again, "Of course." she said softly. "What were you two doing though?"

Luke's face went pink. "Well- he likes playing games and stuff and we were playing hide and seek!"

"Awe, you play with him?" Julie asked, speaking in a teasing tone. Luke rolled his eyes.

"Of course, he's a toddler!" he defended.

"Still, it's sweet that you care about him." she smiled at him. She held her hand out. "Lead the way?"

Luke smiled, taking her hand and pulling her along.

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Reggie sat in the loft, legs pulled up to his chest. He curled up, rocking back and forth slowly in an attempt to calm himself down. There was a small part of his brain telling him that crying over this was stupid.

But he felt bad. And scared.

If Julie found him, she was gonna be mad! She was gonna yell and tell him that he's stupid and-

"Baby? Are you in here?" his thoughts were interrupted by his friends voice. He let himself take a deep breath, feeling a little safer in his presence. That relief went away when he realized that there were two pairs of feet walking around the studio.

"He's up there," Luke whispered to Julie, pointing up the the loft. "I'll go first." he said.

Julie nodded. "Awe, rockstar. Come here," Luke spoke in a soft, comforting voice once he was up there, coming to sit in front of him. He opened his arms. Reggie hesitantly uncurled himself, falling into Luke's embrace. Luke wrapped his arms around him, squeezing him tightly.

"You're okay," he whispered, rubbing his back again. He pulled away after a few moments. "No one is mad at you, baby. I talked to Julie, everything's okay." he assured.

Reggie bit on his lip, seemingly confused. "I told her about the whole littlespace thing, she's cool with it. Like I said she would be. And she's not mad at you, she isn't gonna yell."

"Weally?" Reggie sniffled a bit, looking up at him nervously.

"Why don't you ask her?" he turned to look back at the girl in question, who stood at the top of the ladder. He made a motion with his head and she climbed into the loft completely, coming forward to sit next to Luke.

She had so many questions about all of this. But right now, all she knew was that she had upset her friend.

And she really, really wanted to fix it.

Reggie looked at her nervously, biting on his thumbnail and waiting for her to talk. "I'm not upset with you. Next time, just ask before going in my room, okay?" she spoke softly, not quite knowing how to deal with him as a kid.

Reggie nodded. "I'm sorry I went in there! I-i was hidin' and I didn' mean to break a rule, I pwomise!" he pouted, speaking in a tone he hoped would convince her.

She smiled a bit, "I'm sure you didn't. Just keep that in mind for next time and everything's good, okay?"

Reggie nodded quickly, agreeing to those terms. Luke seemed pretty happy watching their reaction. The girl he liked was good with this "weird" part of his friend. He was glad that he didn't have to deal with someone being judgmental.

"Hug?" she asked, holding out her arms.

Reggie seemed hesitant, like she was going to revoke the offer. When she didn't, he rushed into her arms, cuddling into her chest. "Cuddles!" he giggled. Julie couldn't help but smile at that.

"He really likes affection," Luke told Julie. "Don't ya', bud?" he spoke to Reggie, who was still hugging Julie. He nodded, hugging Julie just a bit tighter.

"I can tell," she chuckled, not letting go of the baby in her arms. He wasn't technically a baby, but Julie figured that he was as fragile as one. "Why don't we watch a movie or something? You can pick which one we watch!" she spoke in an excited voice, finally pulling away from the hug after a bit.

"Watch um..." Reggie paused, looking at Luke for help. He was pouting, due to the fact that he didn't remember what the movie he had in mind was called. "Pretty princess!" he exclaimed, seemingly frustrated.

Luke laughed. "Pretty dress or pretty hair?" he asked.

"Pretty hair." he whined, with his arms crossed, and a pout on his face.

"He wants to watch Tangled." Luke told Julie.

"Oh! Yeah, dat one!" Reggie confirmed. He giggled a bit.

"Sounds like a plan. I'll go grab my laptop and some blankets, okay?" she looked to Luke, who nodded.

"We'll be in here."

Reggie would have a conversation with Julie about his regression, just as he had with Luke. He wasn't planning on telling Julie, but just like Luke, she reacted well and did what she could to help even if she didn't completely understand what was happening. Maybe, just maybe, Reggie would get the courage to talk to Alex about this soon.

That way, he could be open about this part of him completely. But first, his bandmates needed to know. They were the people he was closest to in his afterlife, and once he told them, he'd be able to regress fairly openly.

As of today, two out of the three knew.  Only one more person to tell. One more anxiety-inducing conversation to have. One more confession.

Two down, one to go.

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A/N: okay so I'm trying not to make this story go by to quick, I promise! There's a insinuated time skip between Luke first finding out and Julie finding out, I just didn't write a lot of the inbetween stuff. anyways, do you guys like how I'm developing Luke and Reggie's CGLRE dynamic? or, do you have any other feedback to give? please leave a comment!