#toasty pudge

[hierba-picante]

I'll Be There Ch.1

Summary: You are Gregory's older sibling! :D He tags along with you to your interview for your new job at the pizza plex!

Edit: Fic is now on AO3!

A/N: GUYS!!! THE LONG AWAITED FIIIC YIPEEE!!

I'm sorry this took a while to come out- I thought today was Friday--my bad guys :'D- I did also say I was going to post this to AO3 but uhm erm,... I was unaware of the invitation and having to wait a few days to get approved..SO I POST THE TWO CHAPTERS HERE!! They will later get uploaded to AO3 once I have the account settled!!

Word Count: 6k!!

Tags!: gn!reader, many hijinks, no use of y/n, Gregory is a little shit, the daycare attendants are goofy, Moon, Sun, and Eclipse are all separate animatronics!, Daycare attendants have transatlantic accents, Alternate universe- Canon Divergence, self insert, 2nd person POV, mentions of minor injury!!

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Serene. Quiet. In the warm grasp of your peaceful slumber. Your toasty blanket completely engulfed you whole. Your face poking out just enough to let air flow into your nose for proper breathing. Your room was cozy, well, your side of the room. A desk cluttered with trinkets and paperwork. Scribbled notes on top of books. Your soft bed adjacent to said desk. Some fairy lights strung about as to not let it ever be a full dark night. Plush animals strewn about to occupy the remaining space of your bed and floor beneath it. Ah yes, one could get used to such luxury.

The other side belonged to your little brother. A handful he was, one you kept close to your heart. His own plush animals are thrown around to mingle with his light boards and remote control cars. A small desk with crayons and construction paper. Some snippets of color here and there. A small pile of markers missing their caps. No matter, you’d find them another time. His bed laid empty, his liveliness unbeknownst to you. For now.

You awoke to a plush object falling onto your face. Your little brother’s laugh rang through the room. Feeling his weight shift onto the bed as he giggled and nudged you awake. Smiling to yourself, you sat up and let the object fall onto your lap. A yellow teddy bear with a blue gingham ribbon. How cute.

With a yawn and a stretch you greeted your sibling by ruffling his hair. “Morning, pudge.” He shook his head away and lightly smacked your hand. “Hey!”

You couldn’t help the chuckle that left your throat. “Heyyy!” Mocking him with a smirk, you ruffle his hair once more. A harsh nudge of his head sent your hand flying off. Before you could react, he sent himself shooting right into your abdomen. “Oof-!” You breathed out. Minor pain aside, he curled himself up into your lap and started babbling about a dream he had.

You glanced out your window as your hand tucked his hair behind his ear. The sun hasn’t come out yet. Blue hour. Smiling, you closed your eyes with a hum. Right on time.

This was routine for you and your little brother, Gregory. He’d wake up at around four in the morning and immediately run up to your bed. Toss his plush as high up into the air as possible and let it fall onto your unsuspecting self. Of course, Gregory only wakes you up for the important things, consisting of: a glass of water, a sweet bread, some cereal, or just to talk your ear off about the wildest dream he had. This time, he chose the latter.

Normally, you’d wait for him to talk to himself to sleep, but you were particularly tired this morning. So you scooped up your little brother, interrupting his dream talk session. 

He expressed his dismay by tugging on your shirt and raising his voice. You got off the bed briefly to remove some of your plush animals. Once satisfied with the space you made, you cradled him back to bed with you. Giving him most of your pillow as he made himself comfortable. Humming a short tune as you bundled up the blankets around the two of you.

“Alright, tell me what else happened in your dream,” you said, smiling and pinching his nose. He laughed and scrunched his eyes closed.

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The bright sun is what woke you up first. You sat up with a groan. Not quite the morning person you used to be, you sat up with eyebrows already knitted together, squinting at your window with repugnance. Begrudgingly, you made your way to shut the pesky light out with curtains. Only to get cut off by a sudden crash downstairs.

Oh come now, what time is it even? You thought to yourself. The clock read 6:32 a.m. That checks out. Gregory, still being the morning person, was usually making himself some sort of breakfast by this time. Grabbing a sweater, you made your way down the stairs. Dreading what sort of mess you’d find on your arrival.

“Don’t come down!! I dropped a glass bowl!!” he warned you. You paused and looked down at your fuzzy socks. You left your slippers upstairs. Admittedly a bad habit, but one that Gregory took into account. 

“Did you get cut? Do I need to get the bandages?” you hollered back to him as you made your way back to get your slippers. 

A few seconds of silence passed by. Taking that as a yes, you made swift work of retrieving the  bandages from the mirror cabinet in the upstairs bathroom, along with some antiseptic if needed. You smiled to yourself. Remembering how clumsy Gregory had been in his younger years. Often running to you in tears after scraping his knees, or getting stung by a bee he'd been chasing. It was rare to see him without a bandage somewhere. Your thumb traced over the bandaid box gently. You yourself were rather clumsy. Often bumping your nose into something or getting cut by the most random things. Just like Gregory, you'd be seen with some sort of bandage. Or even a bruise here and there.

Laughing to yourself, you made your way to the kitchen. Gregory had already swept up the glass debris. He dumped it into an old kitchen rag before tying it with a rubber band. All while wearing oven mitts. Something you'd taught him to avoid any further injury. Whether it be you or anyone else who comes across it.

"C'mere, lemme see," you offered with a hand. Embarrassed, he made taking off the oven mitts as slow as humanly possible. Mumbling something about it not being that bad. "Gregory." Warning him as if you'd already begun to count to three. He groaned out a "hmph" and let his wrist fall onto your hand.

The cut itself was wide. About a quarter size to be exact. It looked like he peeled a sliver of skin off, enough so to have little specks of blood forming. Not a deep cut, thank goodness, but a cut nonetheless. You hummed and dabbed some of the antiseptic on. Your little brother grimacing a bit at the sting. 

"How did you get this from dropping a bowl?" you questioned as you slipped on a bandaid. Keeping your hold so he wouldn't find a way to weasel out. 

Gregory huffed, "I didn't. I got it from cutting strawberries. I didn't wanna use the cutting board, so I cut them in my hand. But the knife slipped and...yeah…” he trailed off.

You hummed, seeming satisfied with his answer. Hand hovering just an inch above his bandaged wound. You smacked it. "Ow!! What??" he fumed.

 "You couldn't be bothered to wash a cutting board? Now look. You have a quarter sized piece of skin missing," you gestured towards his wrist. 

"So?" he cradled his wrist towards his chest. 

"So?" you parroted back, "You know how easy these can get infected if you don't take care of it properly? Knowing your ass, I'm gonna have to remind you to regularly keep it clean."

Gregory's voice grew quiet. "Nooo." 

You chuckled. "Yeaaah," you said, mocking his tone. Your brother laughed as he shoved your shoulder. 

"Go back to bed, don't you have that interview at two?" he commented as he made his way back to his fruit. 

"I do. Did you wanna come with?" 

He thought for a moment, "Hmm..I guess so. Knowing your ass, you'd probably forget where you park." A knowing smile danced across his face.

It was your turn to laugh, "I mean I do—but it's also just a fun place, I think. I figured you can look around and play games while you wait for me."

 Gregory feigned his deep thought, "Hmm…wellllll.” 

You chuckled and pinched his nose, "It's either yes or I leave you here alone for three hours. I don't want an 'I guess.'" Your brother shook his face away in laughter.

"Okay, okay! I'll tag along!"

You smiled at his answer, "Alright, be ready by 1:30." You ruffled his hair before heading to the stairs. The faint sound of chopping on a cutting board could be heard once you reached your bedroom door. Your shoulders relaxed. "Good egg,” you whispered to yourself.

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The drive there wasn't too bad. Early afternoon on a weekday. People were either working or in class. Either way, it allowed you to arrive ten minutes early. You turned your car off and rummaged around in your bag before exiting your car. You looked at the massive building before you. A silent gasp fell from your mouth as you opened Gregory's door.

"I didn't expect the pizzaplex to be that big…" you mumbled as your little brother laughed. 

"Didn't you read up on the job offer before applying?" he poked at your side.

You jumped and swatted his hand away. "I did!” You exclaimed as you shut the car door. “…The important parts at least..." Your answer only gives more fuel to Gregory's laughter.

True, you had read up on the offer itself, the expectations and what not. Just not the rest of what the place had to offer as entertainment. You were there for a retail position. Specifically, a spot in the Lucky Star's Gift Shop. Expectations were: know how to manage a register, minor custodial experience, customer service, and general knowledge of the products you'd be selling. Those products being: plush toys, candies, apparel, trinkets, etc. An easy job surely.

You didn't expect the pizzaplex to be the size of a super mall and then some. Your wide eyes glued to the building as Gregory dragged you to the front doors. The parking lot was thankfully not as full. You felt comfortable in trusting your sibling to guide you to your destination.

A small chime rang once the two of you arrived. The smell of pizza and freshly cleaned carpeting wafted in the air. The ceilings were higher than the sky. Tiled floors waxed clean and carpeted floors as vibrant as the day they'd been installed. Gregory let go of your hand as he took a step ahead. Eager eyes darting around all the possible things he could do: an exciting collection of bowling, racing, arcades, and a food court, to name a few. He felt his stomach growl. His window shopping, however, got interrupted by a robot. A cute little thing. Just an inch taller than Gregory. Colored cheeks and the animation of a stiff broomstick. A colorful sunny shirt with the words "Daycare!" littered across its chest. A quick scan from your head to toe gave it all the information needed.

"Interview number 24, scheduled in 8 minutes. Early. Punctual. With a—" it stopped and gave a slight nod, "—plus one. I am one of the daycare's staff robots, greetings. Would you like me to show you to the location of the interview? Do you need to enroll the young one into the daycare while he waits?" It offered its metallic hand towards you. 

You smiled and shook your head. "Thank you! But he’s alright on his own, I appreciate the offer though!" You made quick work of fishing for your credit card in your wallet. "Alright Greg, I'm leaving you with this to use responsibly. Food and a few games. Keep your phone volume on high and with you at all times. I'll call you once I'm done, alright?"

His eager hands snatched the piece of plastic, "Alright!" And with that, he was gone. Laughter hummed through your chest as you took the staff bot's hand. Just an interview. In and out. Then you'd find Gregory and be on your way home.

The walk there helped you familiarize yourself with the layout of the first floor. You took note of a few bathrooms and emergency exits. The bright neon lights arranged in stripes along the wall caught your eye. How you didn't notice that upon first entering was beyond you. The larger than life statues in the dead center as well. The Glam Rocks, in golden splendor.

You kept making mental notes as you followed the staff bot up the escalators—a gift shop or two on the side, a few designated party rooms—just some things you'd expect to see in the pizzaplex. You almost bumped into the bot as it halted. Pristine walls were decorated with a fun blue sky and the words “Super Star Daycare!” Two painted over doors sat in the middle. The right door had a small screen on it. A small wave of the staff bot’s hand had the screen flashing a green color. The doors click open, granting you both access. You watched in awe at the interaction, smiling to yourself at the notion that kids under Fazbear care were taken very seriously. Enough so to only allow a select few during working hours.

What you didn't expect was to hear the reverb of a band. Wasn't this a daycare? You didn't recall reading about there being two bands within the facility. That or the Glam Rocks hosting shows for the smaller children.  Sensing your confusion, the staff bot chimed, "While this is a daycare, the attendants do like to offer shows to both children and family members. A sort of break from taking care of all the little ones running around. It keeps them still long enough while me and the others get nap time essentials ready—or when organizing the place during a busy day." You nodded at it's explanation. The staff bot took your hand once more and guided you into the hallway.

The glittery ivory flooring wasn't new, but the light fixtures were. Instead of intense neon, this section of the pizzaplex favored a warm light hung by chandelier. There were faint wooden walls staring back at you. It felt elegant to say the least. Catching you off guard, as you wouldn't expect this sort of appeal from a daycare. But a place to hold shows? You could picture it. 

The daycare itself was enormous. The front doors loomed over you, as did its walls. Your eyes trailed up to find a sort of railing at an even higher level. You could only assume it was to help clean and maintain the structure. While it was walled off, the daycare offered viewing windows for anyone who dropped off their kid. Or in this case, for you to peer into. 

The bot led you a bit aways from the daycare. Noticing a small fault in your steps, it offered you a small stop to look through the side window. Paying attention to your growing curiosity for the daycare attendants. You smiled in thanks and turned your attention to watch.

A bright sunny animatronic held the position as lead guitarist. His rays dancing about with little head shakes along with his background vocals. His counterpart, a sleepy night capped moon animatronic, played what looked like a bass while also taking lead vocals. Easily keeping up with the sun's guitar. Behind them, another animatronic was on drums. He resembled the sun, but had a darker color palette and a dark silhouette in his rays. He had a calmer smile to him. While he didn't sing along, he did keep up with their energy. An eclipse themed animatronic, you deduced.

Next to the moon was another guitar player, a more human looking animatronic. His color palette matched the sun's while taking the personality of the moon. Rays shooting out from his curly hair. To the sun's left was a female animatronic, another human-esque one. A violin in one hand and a wide smile and energy to match the sun's. Though her color palette resembled the moon's more than anything. Even sporting a similar nightcap.

"A Thousand Eyes, I believe that's what they're playing. It's a popular choice here. Bobby Vee?" the bot nodded, "Yes Bobby Vee, a classic." You continued looking on, impressed by their performance.

Your eyes danced across their attire: the sun sporting an exciting patterned button up shirt, bright yellow suns decorating his arms and chest. His pants were high waisted and loosely flared at the legs. Having a clown like ruffle at both ends, with cute sun's at the knees. The moon wore a red vest atop his own button up shirt. A puffed short sleeve with moons leading into a tight long sleeve seamlessly. Sporting similar pants as his counterpart, the main difference being the moons on his knees and a faint change in fabric color at the hips. As well as the buttons, which formed in a triangular pattern at his waist. Their clothing is reminiscent of both a 50s working man's attire and a 50s clown costume.

The eclipse was vastly different in clothing. An eclipse patterned button up yes, but short sleeved. No elongated pants either. Instead, he was clad in high waisted, two toned shorts with two pairs of belts. A pair of knee socks hugged at his legs before leading into his jester shoes. You couldn't help the smile growing on your face. While his counterparts had casual working man's clothing, he wore a relaxed summer outfit. 

The human leaning designed animatronics had contrasting aspects. While the male's color palette resembled the sun and eclipse, he had somber imagery: a yellow short sleeved button down riddled with rain clouds and drops. His pants flaring with ruffles. The latter being cleverly white with raindrops defying gravity and drifting up his legs. His female counterpart sporting sad blues to match the moon. Specks of happy suns littered her puffy sleeved button up. Her own vest was colored a happy yellow with four pointed stars. Her high waisted shorts were a two toned blue with similar stars dancing at the ends. A sun patterned nightcap atop her head. 

"So remember when you tell your little white lies that the niiiight~ Has a thousand eyyyyes~!", The sun and moon sang while their human counterparts accompanied with a falsetto. The eclipse excitedly hit his symbols to signify the end of the song.

The daycare erupted in cheers and you couldn't help but clap softly. The animatronics bowed as flowers and toys were thrown to the main stage. The sun was the first to rise, his smile widening as he made eye contact with you. You smiled back and raised your hands up a bit. Wanting to make sure he saw you were clapping. Only for said clapping to stop once he winked at you. You couldn't help the silent gasp you let out. The girl animatronic jumped up from her bow, waving to children excitedly. Turning to yank her other half up. Her eyes briefly caught your's, her smile growing that much wider.

“Two minutes remaining until the interview. Shall we be on our way?” The staff bot unknowingly offered you an out to your awkward expression. "Y-Yea! Let's!" you agreed. This time you took its hand in yours as you walked away. 

"Ah—I see you were familiar with the way to the Lucky Star's Gift Shop?" you stopped abruptly. 

“Uhm...nooo..." sheepishly admitting you were, in fact, not. 

The bot laughed, "Don't worry, it's a few steps in front of you."

You glanced up from your stance and saw the sign in front of you. "Oh—! Well look at that…" biting the inside of your cheek as you continued leading the staff bot there.

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"Guys! Did you see them? The new interviewee for the gift shop?" Sun exclaimed. His fellow bandmates looked around for said interviewee. 

"I don't think we did," Moon admitted, "Brother?" 

Eclipse shook his head, "Sorry, afraid not. PeyPey?” he turned to the human animatronic. 

"Hmm...can't say I did, Caro?" his counterpart excitedly nodded.

"I did! I think they were absolutely darling, wouldn't you agree Sun?" she rested her head on PeyPey's shoulder. 

Sun excitedly nodded his head, "I do! Darling and kind! They clapped for us after we played! Oh, I can't wait to meet them!!"

Moon chuckled, "That's if they get hired, brother dear. And knowing the luck with past interviews, I'm afraid their chances look slim."

Eclipse clicked his tongue, "Well, never say never, Moon. Don't sour Sun's optimism." 

PeyPey nodded in agreement, "I think this is the first one to actually stop and watch a bit of our show.”

"Right you are! I'm sure we've more than grabbed their attention, enough so to have them really aiming to win this interview~!" Sun sang out as he began to put his guitar away. The rest of the band mates followed suit with their own instruments.

"Well, possibly…maaaybeee," his lunar brother teased as he put on his neck ruffle. 

"I just hope it all turns out okay," Eclipse added while also fitting his own neck garment on.

"Oh come now, I'm sure they'll ace it! They've already made quite the impression on Sun, I'm sure he'd be more than happy to convince the company otherwise if it all came down to it," Caro commented.

Her other half chiming in, "It'd be nice to finally open up the gift shop. The staff bots help a lot but none have what the higher ups are looking for, even with all the programming they do."

Moon hummed in thought, "What do you suppose they're looking for?" He opened his palms as if waiting for something. All eyes turned to PeyPey.

"Well...someone kind and patient, who can connect with guests, and…someone who has experience with children? Especially the younger ones. Someone who has a real knack for it," he concluded.

Eclipse twirled his drumstick. "That sounds about right. Certainly the type of person I'd want working in a gift shop right next to a daycare," he smiled.

"Speaking of daycare: our other jobs await! Come on!" Sun spun his rays as he ran off to the growing number of children waiting to get checked in.

Eclipse laughed and followed his brother. "Hold on now! Let me just wrangle up PeyPey and Caro!" Moon called over to his brothers.

He held out his arms and nodded towards the two animatronics. Both of which did a quick jump into the air. After a small popping sound and puff of clouds, they were the size of pineapples. Landing softly into Moon's embrace.

"Why they made you two as both small and tall will always confuse me," he quipped as he jogged over to the check in.

"Aww, Moon, don't you find us helpful when the kids get into small spaces? Or when you need an extra pair of hands for paperwork?" Caro asked while tugging on his ruffle. 

The animatronic rolled his eyes with a smile, "I suppose so."

"Or how about when you need us to walk around the daycare during nap time? The other two aren't aren't too great at sneaking like us three. Especially on a full day. Are we helpful then? Or how about—" PeyPey's words got cut short by Moon's hand gently patting his head.

"Alright alright! You're both helpful even when the size of fruits! Happy?" he exasperated. The pair nodded, satisfied with his answer.

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The gift shop was pretty homey, reminiscent of a mom and pop shop, and matching the personality of the daycare indeed. Faint primary colored wooden walls surrounded you, accompanied by cartoons of the attendants frolicking about. Ivory tiled flooring at your feet, white wooden shelves with card labels for what would be set out. ‘Sun plush toys here,’ read the one. ‘Eclipse plush toys here,’ read another. The shop was well kept. No dust in sight and your reflection smiled back at you from the floor. 

Yep, well kept.

"Alright, I've got your papers all settled here. Now let's see…" What would be your manager beckoning you to the front register. You loudly gulped and nodded as you made your way to her.

She was a warm woman. Pansy was what she went by. She was average height and wore a black button up with some slacks. A pen held up her messy bun. Glasses hung at the bridge of her nose. During your initial interaction, you'd find out that not only was she this giftshop's manager, but the manager of pretty much every other shop here in the pizzaplex. How does she manage all the inventory and employees? You'd never know. Trying to think about it made your balance shift off its axis. Even with the technological advancements of staff bots roaming around, managing that many stores must be exhausting. What with customer service whilst also making sure everyone on the team was okay. 

"Your resume is nice, your experience certainly fits our criteria. We would love to have you, but you must answer one question correctly," she watched you through the rims of her glasses.

With nervous eyes, you nodded at her once more. Urging her to continue.

"When you see a child begin to cry after a fall, what do you do?" The question itself wasn't one you were expecting.

Befuddled, you recounted the times that child was Gregory. "I...I don't make it into a big deal. If I do, they learn that every little problem is a bigger deal than it's supposed to be. Help them up, make sure they're okay and point out how there's no injury. Gravitate their attention to something else," you glanced back at her and tried to read her reaction.

This was how you raised Gregory. For whatever accident happened. You made sure not to baby him as much, and to show him ways to get back up. On the off chance you weren't around. It's how your parents had raised you, so you raised your little brother the same way.

She nodded and scribbled a few things onto her pad, "Well, consider yourself hired!" She immediately grabbed your hand and shook it.

Your air left your lungs in a gasp, “Really?” attempting to match the strength in her own handshake.

"Of course! Every interview I've had failed to give an honest answer. It's always, 'cradle them until they stop crying' or 'leave them there to cry until they stop', I was beginning to doubt I'd ever open this shop up!" her laughter raised into the ceiling.

"The position you're applying for is no daycare attendant, but to hire someone without at least that sort of experience? Right next to a daycare?" she waved her opposite hand, "Don't even get me started! I know I can confidently leave you here to handle any child. After your training period of course! If you can calm a kid down before the waterworks, you've made it!" her laughter died down as did her handshake.

Your mouth hung open in a smile, "Well-thanks! I owe it all to raising one!" 

Her eyes widened a bit, and her hand stilled. "You're a parent…?" she asked as if it was the most otherworldly thing she'd ever heard.

"Oh—! No, no! I raised my younger brother!" you laughed. 

She sighed a breath of relief. "Goodness—I was about to ask you for your skin routine!" You couldn't help the happiness constantly growing on your face.

Pansy wiped a tear from her eye, "Woo! What a hoot! Alright, what day are you able to start?" she asked, readjusting her glasses. 

You stood there contemplating for a moment. In all honesty, you were ready to start then and there. You had been let go of your previous job due to seniority and having to make some cuts. Unfortunately, you were one of said cuts. A bit of worry seeped into your brain. What if they view you as too excited? Maybe a bit of a try-hard? You could wait until the shop was fully furnished. Or maybe the following day…tomorrow...yea!

“Tomorrow's good! But of course I can see the shop needs its products, so I don't mind waiting until it's all stocked up, whichever works best!"

Your manager's smile grew, "I'll notify you once the shops all settled in, we'll start easy. Just some managing the floor and customer service, how's that sound?"

You happily offered your hand, "Sounds like a plan, I look forward to it!" She matched your enthusiasm with a firm handshake. The second one of the meeting. "As do I. Welcome to the family!"

You felt something in your grasp once she let go. Your name tag. A pretty, holographic lenticular tag. Shifting it to the left would shine a sun, in the middle a calm eclipse, and to the left, a sleepy moon. You stared in awe at the exquisite piece of plastic. This was the most beautiful name tag you'd ever been given.

“We'll get this little guy properly labeled with your name in a second, love. Just need to remember where I left that pesky hand machine…” she mumbled the last sentence as she walked around the front desk to look for it.

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"Moonie I simply must know!" Sun grunted as he tried reaching the daycare's front doors. His brother held him back without much struggle.

"We'll know in due time Sun. No need to pry for information," he chuckled.

Eclipse had started a game with the kids. A classic game of cops and robbers. Such a game in the daycare proved to exercise a kid's brain. With many places to hide such as the ball pit, jungle gyms, slides, cubbies, and so on, one had to get creative in this space. This time the attendants were playing the cops and the kids were the robbers. Caro and PeyPey had more luck than the lunar and solar triplets. Their smaller size proved useful in getting the stealthiest of kids. They'd started a system of chasing the kids out of hiding and straight into Eclipse's waiting arms.

"Come on Sun, don't you want to play with the kids? It's cops and robbers, one of your favorites,” Moon tried convincing his twin. 

"But Moon! What if we never find out? What if they didn't get hired?" Sun whined in his brother's hold.

Moon sighed and reluctantly carried a protesting Sun to the game. "You had confidence earlier. Where has it gone?" The animatronic passed by the window, not thinking much of it.

"Oh hey it's the interviewee!" Caro exclaimed as she popped her head out of a jungle gym.

"Where?” Sun jumped out of Moon's hold with his eyes darting across the room.

"Out there, they're shaking hands with Pansy...I think I see something sparkly on their clothing," Eclipse added while carrying four giggling children.

His solar twin excitedly gasped and ran over to watch. What he said was very much true. There you were, talking with Pansy as if the two of you were old friends. A fresh name tag glistening below your smile.

"I can't thank you enough Pansy, thank you!" you exclaimed.

Your manager shook her head. "No, no—I should be thanking you! Two years this shop has been here—two years without a proper employee. You're doing wonders by just being you, love!" She smiled warmly.

You felt bashful and rubbed the back of your neck. "Aww, I'm glad we could help each other then! I look forward to being able to help in any way I can!"

She patted your back with vigor. "There we are! That's what I like to hear!" 

Sun failed to notice bandmates and children crowding behind him to get a look at the new hire. 

"They did it! I see their name tag!" Caro hollered from Eclipse's shoulder. 

Moon nodded, impressed. "Huh, Look at that."

All comments fell on deaf ears. You did it. Finally they found someone competent enough to run the gift shop! Someone who's genuine—kind even! Sun couldn't contain his excited rays dancing about as he watched, resembling a puppy happily wagging its tail. He could see it now: his siblings and friends all palling around, with you in the middle! Catching up and having a swell time as you take your lunch break. Sun sighed at the thought.

Pansy turned curiously at all the muffled yelling. Her laughter got caught in her throat, "Oh! Would you look at that!"

Curious, you peered towards the direction she was looking in and gasped. Not only the animatronics, but the children as well had been watching you. Not knowing what else to do, you offered a small smile and waved. The crowd waved back with a muffled "Hi!" except for Sun. He stood there with his shoulders relaxed and smile tilted. 

As you were about to take a step, he joyously screamed and launched himself away from the window. The kids erupting in laughter as Eclipse and Moon can be seen calling out to him in chase. Caro and PeyPey, still at the window, poofed themselves to their tallest height, herding the kids away from the front door.

Sun rushed out with a trail of smoke behind him. He was a foot away from you in an instant. "Hello there! My name is Sun! I'm one of five daycare attendants and a member of the Starlights band! Who might you be, dear?" he cheerily asked.

His height was alarming. You barely reached his chest. While his tone of voice was welcoming, and you couldn't help the anxious flips your stomach did when you briefly raised your eyes up to his. This was the performer who winked at you—a type of interaction you weren't used to. His charming transatlantic accent didn't do you any favors either. You quickly glanced at Pansy for guidance. The only guidance being a nod to go ahead.

Your name trailed out of your mouth awkwardly as you reached a hand out for Sun to shake. "A lovely name! An absolutely darling name!” He matched the same enthusiasm of Pansy’s.

His siblings caught up to him. "Sun! You can't just run off like that, we've got children to look after!" Eclipse scolded as he placed a hand on Sun's shoulder. 

“Yes, just look at them all wiggling about in your absence." Moon observed once he reached the small crowd amongst you.

You peered past Sun's waist. The children had been trying to weave themselves through the other two attendants. So much so that you've noticed the two sprouted a second pair of arms just to manage the lot. 

"I'm sorry…" you trailed off. You didn't mean to cause this much excitement.

Eclipse shook his head, "Think nothing of it. It's our brother's fault, truly. We really must go before they get any more restless," he admitted with a short bow. Pulling his solar brother by the arm with him to the daycare. 

"We'll be seeing you around!" Sun called from Eclipse's grasp.

"Yes, sorry for the short introduction—I'm Moon, that one's Eclipse. The girl is Caro and the boy is PeyPey, the two there at the window," the lunar animatronic gave a small bow in turn. "We look forward to working with you, dear," rushing off to help get Sun back in.

You faintly heard Moon and Eclipse scolding their brother. Who in turn could only muster up "I couldn't help myself!" Your brain wracked against your skull. All three were charming, you had to admit. What with their manners, transatlantic accents, and just the way they carried themselves with each other. 

Both Moon and Eclipse smacked Sun upside the head in a playful manner before running in through the front doors. The latter took this as an opportunity for a chase. From the window you could see the children and two human animatronics briefly pause their actions. All heads following Moon and Eclipse as they excitedly ran across from them. The crowd turned their heads to Sun. All of them caught momentum once they noticed the attendant had begun to go after them as well. The children shrilled in joy as the other two attendants joined. Scooping up any stragglers on the way.

Pansy burst out laughing once more. "Those five know how to liven things up around here. Get ready to see more of them, especially with their merchandise in the giftshop."

You sheepishly smiled, "Can't wait!” Your eyes glued to the window a few feet from you. Admittedly, you missed when Gregory was that small. Laughing at almost everything, getting excited over the smallest things. It made your heart feel warm. This must've been how your own parents felt when you yourself grew up. 

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[reedsofintimacy]

I think curvy tummies are critically under-appreciated ❤️

A pit of pudge is just terrifically cute. Softness and bliss just tempting you to bring your face to it. 🥰 To kiss it and rub your cheek against in for a tummy snuggle.

It makes the body so three dimensional and feel less like a box. Such a pretty wonderful sphere that droops over the hips in a unique way on each person.

It's also a connection to fertility. Something about a plump tummy exposed sends my hormones into full breeding mode. It communicates a maternal softness and ripeness and makes me drool how can you not want to put a baby in someone that's already teasing you with how they'd look with a baby bump. 😍

They're so dynamic. Changing from a big succulent curve when standing to toasty adorable little creases and folds and rolls when scrunched up. Perfect for planting kisses along and storing up cuddle heat.

And of course there's just something about the way a thick tummy hangs in doggy that's just 🥵 Or in any position getting to see the waves of effort coursing and jiggling through your partner after each desperate slam of your hips into them. 🩷 Just divine.

In bikinis. In crop tops. Hnnng any way you want. Please please please if you have a curvy tummy don't be too self-conscious to wear something that shows it off. 🤤Everytime I peek one in the wild I'm just droolingggg (respectfully ���)

[luigisblueoveralls]

First Shower

Luigi x Reader

Summary: After you and Luigi's first time having bedroom fun, you decided you needed to refresh yourselves in the shower.

Notes: SFW, just fluffness and shy but loving Luigi. This is a part 2 to the First Time 🔥 post I did a few days back. Hope you all enjoy!

(F/S)=Favorite Scent

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You scurried into the bathroom and turned the shower water on, with Luigi behind you as well. The both of you were both relieving what happened in your minds, and you both enjoyed it so much. It was a perfect first time. You turned back around to see Luigi was already staring at you. He quickly averted his eyes, realizing he was caught peeking at your body.

"Lui, you can stare. I don't mind." You reassured him.

Luigi bashfully chuckled as you checked the water temperature. Perfect. You turned and Luigi was standing there, waiting patiently while having his hands together.

"You ready?" You asked him.

He nodded, with his face covered in a shade of pink. This was definitely a different type of intimacy for Luigi and you can tell he was nervous about it. You stepped in but Luigi didn't follow you in.

"Come on, Lui!" You called for him.

You could hear Luigi take a deep breath in and then out and then he stepped inside the shower with you.

"Oo ah! A little toasty there!" Luigi cried out as soon as the warm water hit his back.

"Oh, it's not that bad." You reassured him.

Once Luigi got used to the water, he got up close to you, your naked chests nearly touching each other.

"You okay?" You asked him since he was flustered pink.

"Yeah, yeah. I am. You're just so beautiful, (Y/N)." Luigi told me.

You couldn't help but blush from his statement.

"So are you." You told him, poking his chest.

Luigi chuckled in response. Luigi was tall and not necessarily skinny. He had some pudge on him, but even then, he was still insecure with his body. He has told you that from the get-go, but you thought he was the most handsome man in the world. You then grabbed some of Luigi's shampoo, squirted some into your hand, and rubbed your hands together.

"Ready?" You asked him.

Luigi nodded as he leaned his down lower for you. You then lathered the shampoo all into his hair, massaging the soap into his scalp and hair. You wanted to make his short, brown locks squeaky clean for your fingers to run through when you are going to sleep. That was his favorite thing to go to sleep to was you running his fingers through your hair. It soothed him and helped him relax. You then took a tiny drop of shampoo and massaged the soap into his mustache, making the both of you giggle.

"Your mustache is so long, but it looks so good on you." You complimented Luigi, making him giggle.

"Does it really? I've always wondered what I would look like without it, but it's become my thing at this point." Luigi said while twirling it.

"Don't ever get rid of it!" You joked while poking him playfully and Luigi laughed in response.

You forgot how ticklish he was, but it was honestly so cute of him. Luigi then backed to under the shower head and rinsed all of the shampoo off of him. As the soap trinkled down his body, you couldn't help but admire him. Y'all have been together for a while now, and you hoped you both had many years to come. Luigi had hints of proposing to you, and you aren't in any rush to do that for you know a ring, wedding, and a honeymoon cost a lot of money. You both have been saving a lot for it and hope that it would be the best day of your lives. Once Luigi got all of the shampoo out, he shook his hair like a dog, and the hair was all in his eyes. You laughed at his antics. He always knew how to make you laugh.

"I think you need a hair trim is what you need." You commented, moving the hair out of his face so you could see his beautiful blue eyes.

"Hm, maybe. I liked how you trimmed my hair last time." Luigi commented, making you smile.

"Maybe I'll do that after we get out." You suggested.

Luigi smiled in response. He loved it when you trimmed his hair. Not only was it free but also cause it was a different bonding experience for the both of you. Sometimes, he lets you trim his mustache, but that was once in a blue moon. You then reached for some body soap and put some into your hand. You lathered your hands in the soap and began massaging his chest, making sure to get good where his the small patch of chest hair that he had. Luigi just watched you intently as you continued to wash his body, as if he was put under a spell. He thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world. Your personality, your looks, your body, it was all perfect in his eyes. You've been so good to him and being patient with him with his anxiety. You loved dogs while he was terrified of them, but he has welcomed the idea of a small dog into the house soon, maybe a Daschund or a mini Australian Sheppard. Luigi loved animals, and he loved you, so he was willing to try for you. As if you were reading his mind, you asked him this.

"So have you decided on whether you'd want a Daschund or a mini Aussie?"

Luigi shrugged his shoulders.

"Daschunds can be loyal while also stubborn as hell, but mini Aussie's can have big herding tendencies since they are a working breed." You explained to him.

"I think a Daschund would be just fine." Luigi told you, making you happy.

"Okay. We can look at local shelters and see what they have." You suggested.

You then turned Luigi around and started scrubbing his back.

"I'll let you get a cat too." You suggested, wanting to make it fair for him.

You knew Luigi loved cats, and even though you weren't exactly a huge fan of them, albeit you were a dog person, you still liked them and wanted it to be fair for Luigi.

"That would be nice." Luigi said as you finished his back.

He got under the water again to rinse the soap off of him. Once he was finished, he turned to you.

"What?" You asked.

"You're just so pretty. I can't keep my eyes off of you." Luigi complimented you, gazing at you.

He always praised you, and it made you feel so good about yourself. Luigi then grabbed your (F/S) shampoo, put some in his hands, and gently began lathering the soap into your hair. Just feeling his fingers in your scalp made you go into zen mode. It was like he was massaging your brain in a way, and it felt so good to you. It felt that good to you that you ended up leaning your head onto his chest.

"You good?" Luigi asked you, a little caught off guard from your action.

"Yeah." You said, his warm chest soothing you.

Luigi continued to wash your hair until it was completely washed.

"Aw you're done?" You jokingly whined, leaning away from his chest.

Luigi moved you to the shower head and rinsed your hair himself. Your hair felt so clean and refreshing. Luigi then grabbed your favorite body soap and put some of it into his hands. Once he began massaging your body with the soap, you can see his face flushing with pink as he moved down to your breasts, massaging the soap onto them. You giggled at his pink face.

"S-Sorry." Luigi muttered.

"No, no, don't be sorry, Lui. I'm just messing with you." You reassured him.

"Oh, okay." Luigi chuckled as he moved down down to your legs.

He then sat up and moved to your back. He made sure to get every inch of your body. This was such a perfect moment between you two. Once Luigi was finished, he then rinsed your body, just absolutely gazing at you. He then finished and brought you into a warm hug. You immediately hugged him back tightly, feeling his love for you all in that hug.

"I love you, (Y/N)." Luigi told you while rubbing your back.

"I love you too, Luigi." You said back.

You wanted Luigi to be your husband so much. You wanted to have a family with him and grow old together with him. He was the perfect person to do that with. You both stood there hugging each other until the water eventually got cold and you both stepped out, got into some clothes, and fell asleep in each other's arms. You cannot wait to wake up the next morning to see your beautiful boyfriend's blue eyes and his friendly smile as the dawn rises into the next day.

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Here's the part 2 that y'all were waiting for! I'm sorry if it's shorter than my other works, but I hope y'all enjoyed it regardless. And to the three that requested, I am working on those as we speak, but I'll be going in order as to who requested first and then so forth. I hope y'all enjoyed this!

[schrijverr]

Page 208-209

[There is one image on page 208. It is of a card game in full swing, not just any card game but strip poker. The players are Argyle, Eddie, Robin, Rose, Steve and Suzie. Argyle is in his shirt and boxers, next to him a pile of clothes, he still has a vizor cap on too. Nancy is on the couch behind him, pointing at his cards as she whispers in his ear.

Steve is in just his boxers and frowning, while Eddie next to him is laughing at his apparent misery. He himself is in just his sweat pants, so he doesn’t really have a leg to stand on, though that isn’t stopping him.

Robin, who is in a shirt and boxers, had been laughing too, but has gotten distracted by Rose, who has just taken of her sweater and is folding it neatly. Robin is staring at Rose’s boobs and stomach. There is a cute pudge hanging over her skirt and she is wearing a lace bra. Robin looks dumbstuck and lovesick.

Suzie is the only person still fully clothed and smiling evilly. Dustin behind her is looking at her cards, eyebrows near his hairline.]

Strip Poker

Jonathan Byers, 1994

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[Page 209 has three photographs on it. The top one is of the Munson couch. Steve is sitting against the arm, holding Eddie to his chest as he plays guitar. The other members of Corroded Coffin are spread out over the living room, writing notes and playing instruments.]

Writing Session

Robin Munson, 1994

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[The lower left photograph is Robin who is in the doorway of the Byers apartment. She looks like she is drowning or suffocating in the coat and scarves she is wearing. Rose always worries about her getting cold and will wrap an extra scarf around her next whenever she goes. Robin looks a little grumpy, but very toasty.]

An Extra Scarf Given with Love

Jonathan Byers, 1994

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[Next to it is a photograph of Jonathan getting kissed by Argyle, who is pulling him in by his scarf. They’re standing by the door and Jonathan is about to leave for work, camera around his neck. Argyle is in a big sweater and long skirt, house clothes.]

Saying See You Later

Nancy Byers, 1994

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[yumenosakiacademy]

i like wearing my jacket a lot now bc i feel normal. like sure i can still feel mytummy pudge esp when sitting n also My Legs but i cant see or feel my arms bc my brain jus perceives it as the weight of the fabric so w the added plus of keeping me eternally Toasty bc our house tends 2 b a lil cold (which is good 4 my walks as the movement n Pain heat me up) i get 2 jus. feel normal n not spiral in2 loathing. i can jus eat as normal w a "out of sight out of mind mentality" (not a good thing but w/e) until i hav 2 walk n then the reality of how much i h8 myself n my body slams in2 me like a truck :3

[ravenempress101]

Princess, Breakfast is Served M |Park Jimin

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Word count: 2.8k

Genre: Soft!Yandere Step-brother, Step-sister same age

Rating: M 18+

Warnings: Anxiety mentions, body issues images, mentions of body weight, Yandere, Soft!Yandere, oral receiving,Step-sister and Step-brother relationship, Jimin being fione and sexy as always, descriptive eating out, body worshiping, child like moans, female receiving oral,smut filled like smutty smut

Requests are always open!

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Authors note: hey everyone I just wanted to say thank you for hearting and reblogging my work I appreciate it so much like it makes my day just seeing people read what comes out of this imagination thank you and y’all this is completely fake do not take characters seriously and sex is real always wait for the right person always. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS THIS IS COMPLETELY FAKE IDEAS ARE FROM ME!!!

The vanilla sunlight dances on your ebony skin.y/n orbs blinks open from the rays. She smiles at the toasty of sparkles imminent.y/n raises up from her spot on the bed and feels her stomach churn. Her nostrils filled the meaty smell of bacon with a robust Colombian espresso that y/n biles in her mouth at the aroma,swallowing with a big gulp knowing she is still in bed. getting on her feet and running as her stomach crawls up her throat. Her flem spewing out of her mouth to the toilet. y/n eyes water and she wipes her mouth from throwing up. A dark demon of anxiety are devouring away at her insides.

“Breakfast ready noona”

Her step brother called she rolled her eyes and whispered to herself

“Oh no i got to eat again”

y/n’s palms found her brown teddy bear and walked down stairs to her step brother. A crooked smile plastered on her face at her step brother pouring herself a glass of apple juice, capturing her seat. His orbs landed on yourself as you sat down picking up your fork and a frown molded on the appearance poking at your pancakes. Jimin captured his plate and a piece of bacon and brought it to his mouth with a bite.

His dark eyelashes engulfs in your features and he wonders why you aren't devouring his gourmet meal he prepared. He loved to perceive you eating everything from your plate but he knew something was wrong and while you didn't take a bite he started trying to pry information out of you.

“What’s wrong noona why you not eating did I forget something”

“No jimin just not hungry”

As y/n placed her knees up to her chest with her teddy bear in hand and she buried her face in the teddy bear as a slight groan of frustration escaped.y/n couldn't look at jimin as her anxiety echoed inside yourself.

“You don't need him and you don't need to eat just look at you, knowing you’ll throw it right back up ha you can’t eat it”

Jimin placed his hand on your shoulders as his eyebrows furrowed with concern. He demanded from y/n.

“Well you need to eat something don’t want my step sister passing out on me”

Y/n flicked her soft doe orbs at Jimin then at the plate of breakfast food. She took a bite and then her tears cascaded at the rim of her eyes.The tear escaped from her glance and rooted on her flapjack.jimin peered at her while his hand appointed underneath your chin to look at him. Once he saw your moistened configuration his heart broke for his step sister.

“What’s wrong y/n why are you crying”

Jimin’s thumb upon your cheek catching the tears that had fallen. He hates to see you like this and especially when he’s giving you all the love you deserve. Dark and light you get it all from him. Y/n huffed out while jerking out of his grasp.

“Cause stepbrother my tummy is really big I don’t want it to get any bigger”

Y/n lifted her Victorian white tank top and her stomach exposed. Her pointer finger poked at the little pudge she had. Jimin scanned at his noona and shook his head in disapprovement. He never saw you as big or fat so why should you. He loves the curves that were created for you.

“What do you mean any bigger your wonderfully made for me, just for me”

“Aweee you have to say that step browther I’m fat look at my thighs you don’t want me”

Y/n stomping her feet and lifting her thighs. Y/n’s face appeared with her lips scrunched in a disgusting look. Her thighs were perfectly fine and Jimin knew that voice in your head was wrong but you didn’t .

“Now you stop that noona If you dare talk like that again that would be the last thing you ever say you are perfect and you’ll always be mine”

“No I would not,you’ll find somebody better”

“Kitten you can’t get away from me that easy even if you ran”

Booming that last sentence your tummy built up with a funny feeling as a erotic sound escaped your lips and in between your legs moisten as a dripping wet spot filled your panties. Jimin saw your pink panties soaked in his honey dripping voice.

“Jimin my stomach has a corrupt feeling to it, I don’t know what’s going on”

Y/n clutched at the stomach stirring the feeling it ran through her body out of her forbidden core she did not know of this throbbing feeling. The feeling felt good in her but her innocence got the best of her.jimin walked over to you and his hand met your frame. She leaned in to her step brother. He whispered to you, Jimin's lips on your earlobe, slow kisses followed.

“You need my help you have to tell me”

Y/n mouth hung open with breathless cries. Jimin’s veiny hands running smooth circles along her stomach.your finger ricochets over her covered bud, the wet spot dripping. Y/n nodded as the liquid spewed down her legs.

“Yessss step browther” whimpers out from her lips as jimin smirk sneaked on his face. His eye contact on his princess playing with herself to get the edge off being clueless made him love yourself even more. Jimin spoke to you.

“Well eat some more pancake and syrup and I’ll take you up stairs”

As he took your fork and stabbed one of the pieces of pancake you left and dipped it into the maple syrup and held it to your mouth. Your lips were engulfed in the piece of food and chewed it. Jimin watched yourself to make sure you fully ate it. Once a gulp fell upon your throat his eyes glistened and a wash of relief sprung on him at you eating something.

She nods.

Jimin guides you both to the room to take care of yourself. He settles you on the bed, your legs spread open for your step brother and his collaced fingers on your pink panties and slides them down your legs. Jimin orbs fell to a dark chocolate lust at your delicate saturated bud. He knew you were beautiful. His lips on your soft celiate thighs sloppy kisses over them and a few bites his hands on your ankles your legs trying to enclose on him. He placed his palm over your bud and slipped one veiny finger inside. Y/n groaned a protest

“Your hands are warm step brother do you really want to touch me down there”

He drifted his digit in and out. He added another from his performance stretching every inch of your frame. your gasps filled the room, the funny feeling grew more and more. Jimin continues, your exhales picking up pace.

“Your step brother loves your princess figure and parts but only for me got it babygirl”

“Yess sir”

high pitched moans liberated your lips, Jimin’s hand guided your legs on his shoulder and his tongue refreshed your drenched hole his tongue spreaded your sensitive folds . Y/n’s childlike moans filled his ears staring up at you through darkened eyes seeing your chest rise and fall and your body stop functioning to come undone before him.

Jimin snakes his hand up your body. He grazes past your hardened nipple and places his pointer finger and thumb on each side of your neck. He enclosed on your shaft as your breathing collapsed. Y/n gasped

“Why do you put your hands around my neck i’m trying to make sounds for you jimin”

“Baby girl you look so good with my hand wrapped around your neck”

Jimin lessened his grip on your neck and his tongue traced figure 8’s along your clit. Y/n could feel the euphoria sending for her.making a strangled moan for her step brother's name to get the funny feeling out of her but his mouth was slurping at an alarming pace that she clenched on her bottom lip.

“J-j-jahhh huhh”

“ noona are you trying to say my name with your little gasps I’m sorry princess I know you love when you moan my name to help you”

Jimin kitten licks the alphabet with his soft tongue around your middle and pulls back with a pop. He loved the sweet tasting of your princess parts and the syrup adds a special topping to his loving. He lingered his tongue in your drenched hole and y/n accelerated closer to his face. Y/n going up and down on the bed as she thrusts on his tongue.

Her knees buckled and her high lacing her structure. Her stomach is getting looser and looser to the feeling that she’s about to squirt all over him. Her body was in short circuits. When jimin accomplished a sucking position your begin pulsates around his tongue and y/n felt him smile knowing you were close.

“Jimin it feels like I’m going to spill liquid I’m scared”

“Don’t be scared look into my eyes and you’ll feel much better while you overflow me with your candy like liquid I’m right here”

Jimin plants his plump strawberry lips on your ebony ones. a wet kiss deepened on your mouth as his head turned to the side. Tasting the sweet of syrup on your lips mix with your fluid. Y/n kissing back jimin pulls back from his step sister leaving her lips red as fire.

his tongue goes in and out of you at a faster pace. Slurping her up, she did what jimin said and y/n felt her body’s fluid spray out of her. The robs of her arousal leaked onto his throat as an innocent release and Jimin seductively made eye contact with you as tears came down your cheeks from your orgasm ruling over your structure. Your back is arching up from the juices over the man that holds you down.

Once y/n came down from her euphoric state. Jimin licked circles of your mess to clean. As y/n’s inhale went semi normal. Her step brother tongue met his bottom lip with finishing off her oragasm.

“ step brother i'm all dirty now”

Y/n knocked Jimin out of his thoughts from her body coming undone in front of him and only him. Jimin embraced her and stripped her from her white tank top. He reassured her

“It is alright let’s get you clean princess”

Jimin places timid kisses to your temple and Nodded as he took you to the bubble bath.

[tracies-tales]

Splish Splash (We Weren’t Taking a Bath)

“Well you’re looking awfully damn cozy,” Arin said as he strut out onto the pavement surrounding the glistening pool.

Dan was sprawled out on a reclined lounge chair, his feet overhanging the edge. He had sunglasses on, and his hair looked like a curly pillow splayed out in a halo around his head. He cracked a grin and said, “I am indeed a happy man,” without looking up. 

Arin couldn’t tell if his eyes were even open, even as he stepped in the way of Dan’s sun. “Dude, do you even need to tan?” he asked. 

Dan giggled, “I actually think I might have accidentally started to flag down some planes to land here with my skin beaming a white glow into the sky. Besides, it’s toasty.” He gave a little wiggle, as if that emphasized his point. 

Arin laughed at the mental image. He gave Dan’s hair a ruffle as he said, “I hope they have those inflatable slide emergency exit things on their aircrafts.”

“What? Why?” Dan asked with a light chuckle and a grin, peering up at Arin over the rim of his glasses.

“Because then we get free waterslides for the pool, duh,” Arin said, sitting on the chair next to him.

Dan snorted, “Oh, you’re right. I’m sure they’re detachable. That makes them an extra safe safety feature.”

“Uh yeah,” Arin scoffed, “then they can just be used as extra floatation devices!”

“You’re so right,” Dan said, bowing his head. “I defer to your superior knowledge of planes and their safety features.”

“Cool, because I’m definitely gonna need you to get in this pool with me.”

Dan blinked, raising a brow, “You’re not even wearing swim trunks.”

“That’s what you think,” Arin retorted before he started to wrestle his pants down, revealing he most certainly had flamingo-print swim trunks under his shorts.

Dan lost it again, laughing as he half-rolled onto his side. He asked, “Why didn’t you just wear the trunks out on their own?”

“That defeats the purpose of the reveal, man!” Arin said, taking off his shirt. Dan would be lying if he said his eyes didn’t linger on Arin’s chest; he’d trimmed down a bit, leaving enough pudge to be adorable while still looking toned.

“Okay, you got me there,” Dan admitted, tone turning somber, “but now we’re in a pickle.”

“I love talking about your pickles,” Arin said, wiggling his brow.

“I know you do,” Dan found himself giggling again. It was hard to stop when Arin was around. “But now I’m not wearing my swim shorts.”

“Do you like, really need them though?” Arin asked. “It’s just a saltwater pool; it’s not gonna stain anything.”

“I prefer to not feel my shirt sop-sticking to my skin, yes,” Dan said.

“Okay, so take the shirt off, what’s the problem?” Arin said, giving Dan an expectant look.

Dan waved a hand to shoo Arin off as he sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the chair, putting on a light English accent as he said, “I’ll just come back down in my bathers like a normal man.”

Arin smiled in triumph, leaning forward to place a chaste kiss to Dan’s lips before he stood with him. Dan felt a tingle race up his spine, as he did every time the two shared such moments of intimacy, no matter how simple. He didn’t quite register that Arin had turned to walk alongside him, putting Dan between himself and the pool’s edge. 

“So you don’t have anything in your pockets right?” Arin asked casually.

Dan slowed and pat at his pockets, saying, “Uh, I think I’ve got my phone-”

“No you don’t,” Arin chirped, shortly before wrapping his arms around Dan’s shoulders and shoving.

Dan yelped, “Arin nO-!” as he stumbled, barely able to shut his eyes on time as he collided with the water. He broke the surface with a grin in spite of himself, saying, “You son of a bi-” before Arin was swamping him under the wave of a cannonball. 

As soon as Arin poked his head up, the pair were laughing, wiping water out of their eyes. Dan swiped a hand over his head to get some hair out of his face, catching Arin staring. He smirked and drifted closer, asking, “You like making me wet, huh?”

Arin swallowed as a blush crept into his cheeks, though the smile never left. “That was the entire plan, yes,” he said.

“Well, it worked,” Dan purred, before he grabbed Arin’s shoulders and dunked him under the water again. He laughed as a few bubbles of surprise spluttered to the surface, letting the other go to ensure no harm was actually done. 

Arin surfaced and snorted water out of his nose, saying, “That was totally cheating,” as he flushed.

Dan said, “You started it!” as he gave Arin a flick of water with his hand.

“It’s not my fault you look amazing when you’re wet,” Arin retorted.

Dan giggled again, wrapping his arms around Arin’s shoulders, “So do you.” He gave Arin a kiss, saltier this time from the pool water. When he pulled back, he brushed some hair out of Arin’s face, then said, “But seriously, you’d better be fucking right about me not having my phone on hand.”

“It’s on the chair, I swiped it when I kissed you. Classic Hanson switcharoo,” Arin winked.

“Foiled again,” Dan grinned, relaxing once he knew his phone was safe. “Now, how about you help me out of this shirt?”

Arin’s blush returned twofold. “Aye aye, captain.”

~

This fic was inspired by my first photoset to make over 1k notes! matter of fact i think it’s my only post to make over 1k notes but hey i think that’s a valid reason to celebrate with a lil fluff

ps i am still basically always taking requests for shorts regardless of my absence of posting often anymore, so feel free to hit me up and i’ll hook you up

[its-quinoa-chip]

Im bored, so Im ranking all my animal crossing villagers

No particular order, just whatever order I happen to remember them in

1. Rosie

Amazing. She plays K.K. Bubblegum in her house and she wants to be a pop star. One of the first villagers I found and I love her. She also started calling me “subscriber”. Easy 11/10

2. Chevre

Also amazing. She is also one of the first villagers I found. I love her big ass eyes and her stupid freckles (I’m now noticing her similarites to Deku) and I love her, just a tiny bit less then Rosie because she’s a normal villager. 10/10

3. Pudge

Hes a fukin mood. He eats a lot and has bugs in his floor. I just dont really like the neon green in his design and how he naruto runs through my fukin flowers all the god damned time. 8/10

4. Shep

A very good boi. He aint problematic, but that also means he doesnt stand out that much. I like his interior tho. 8/10

5. Tia

I love her design so fukin much and she another villager I found and Im so happy I did. I just havent talked to her that much, so I dont know that much about her. 9/10

6. Melba

She’s the only villager we took from the campsite and I really like her design and she calls me toasty. She’s another normal villager and we havent had her as long, so thats a 9/10

7. Merengue

Yall are suckers, I got a top tier villager, so fite me. No, really, shes amazing. Her design is cute and I also found her and her interior is adorable. Same as Tia, though. I havent talked to her that much yet, so I cant say 10/10 because thats what everyone else says (yet). 9/10

8. Biff

I dont really like him. I think I just hate his stupid ass name and dumb face and I dont really like the jock personality, tbh. He was one of our two starting villagers and he kinda (very kinda) reminds me of Kirishima, so he barely gets a 7/10

(this was the best pic I could find cause all of the other pics I found shows him as an ugly brown and I dont wanna make him look that bad)

9. Frita

I love her shirt. My sister doesnt like her though because she insulted her konnichiwa tee, but shes supposed to be doing that cause shes the Uchi/ big sister personality. She did say the island wasnt big enough for the two of us, so shes an 8/10

10. Elise

We dont want you. Get out. We accidentally left an open plot of land over night cause we didnt find anyone we likes and Tom fuckin Nook brought her in without asking us. I fenced her in but she keeps getting out, so we hafta put her down to make room for good villagers. Her one redeeming trait is that she has an ok interior. -49/10

And thats all of them. I swear, we have all of these villagers, I can take pictures as proof if your really want lol

Also when I refer to “we” Im talking about me, my sister, and my brother, so yea

[talkingismylifewrites]

babe.... bAbe..... u can’t give them the Good Dad Rog shit and the. not follow up with the hot space angst.................... it’s what the people Deserve

i copied this verbatim from our chats so like, if its choppy that’s why. also, this is like….part 1 of what is really 85 pages of hc’s all about hot space so like…more to come??? sorry for the angst

it begins with brian having cheated on chrissie

and dom, who is pregnant with baby #5, takes Offense to it

basically dom gets chrissie her divorce and sets her up with crystal, who has always had a Thing for her

and while in the middle of handling this shit because dom is kickass, dom comes to the decision that Brian Is Wrong and Needs To Be Taught A Lesson

so she convinces ronnie to her side and is like, we do not interact with brian for as long as it takes for him to realize he fucked up

so basically hot space is such shit because dom and ronnie are like for however long you support brian we will not have sex with either of you

like you want to be there for him? fine but your hands gonna be there for you instead of us

john immediately is like good luck brian hope you figure your shit out

kinda backfires actually

roger and john are like uhhhhh

well this is a shame certainly bc we love u

but also

ig we…. gotta fuck each other

Oh No

they’re so smug about it until they receive an envelope from home

its pictures of both women together in various positions

john gives in first but roger is annoyingly stubborn when he wants to be

And that’s why John don and Ronnie all get to go to Bali

they come back

And roger has moved out

and he’s like. uh. can i? am i allowed to see the kids

and they’re like wait what?

and they’re like OF COURSE WHY DID YOU MOVE OUT???

and he’s like. you uh. u said? that if i stuck with brian that we were like. done. and like brian’s a fuckhead and chrissie deserved none of what he did but uhhhhh he’s also like. my best friend and he’s going thru some shit even if it’s self inflicted u know and um. you guys have each other i guess so like i knew you’d be okay but i just.

i’d really like to be able to see the kids

and fucking miami ends up at the door

with all the NDA’s and legal shit they sorted out

like ok so, here’s how separation is going to work

and they’re like wait no no no we just–we were just upset???

but roger is like but you threatened to end our relationship and withhold sex unless i give in to what you guys want and i’m sorry but i…i can’t do that

and miami is literally like you. you all. left. and you took the kids with you. you left a NOTE

what the fuck did u think he was going to think?

and they’re like WE TOLD HIM WHERE WE WERE

WE THOUGHT HE’D COME

miami is like

“bali” is not an invitation 

 like no you thought you could manipulate him into bending to your way

that doesn’t COUNT

miami is Team Roger

which is how they know They Fucked Up

and roger just kneels down before their little army of kids and gives them giant hugs and is like no matter what i will always love you guys

and then miami like takes him outside and is like i will take you all for everything he’s owed

and roger goes and lives with freddie

brian ofc has NO IDEA any of this is even fucking happening

maybe thats when roger starts The Cross

and its all angsty heartbroken shit and Johns like HE’S QUIT THE BAND

and the three of them are like shit

we do not work together without roger

miami ends up being like the weird go between who picks up the kids for their weekends with roger

and they beg miami for information

and miami is like you do not deserve to know how he is

and crystal is like look, i get that you’re supporting my girlfriend but now you’ve hurt my best friend and my boss like…do you understand how your actions have fucked me???

and roger isn’t really? doing well? but he also know he can’t afford to fall apart because if he goes to shit there’s an excuse for him to not be able to see the kids???? and like he doesn’t wanna think they’d do that??? but he only has legal rights to like. three of them.

and the thought of never getting to see all of his kids keeps him up at night and he spends a lot of time drinking

like a lot a lot

and he writes all the kids letters from where he’s holed up working on the cross and he makes it sound like hes! doing! so! well! on! his! own!

the kids get little gifts delivered? like all the time

bc he’s always thinking of them and he has the money to just.. send them trinkets

ugh ok so they’re separated for a while then like. just under a year maybe?

rog moves out of fred’s after two months

when it becomes apparent that uh

this isn’t

he gets his own little shitty house

this might be for Real

and he tries to get one with rooms for each of the kids

and when they come to visit he’s like look here’s something for you and bunkbeds for the twins that aren’t twins and a pool and maybe we can get a dog?

but the kids just want to pile into bed with him

but one of them like is crying? and john’s like whats wrong? and she’s lke do you think papa is lonely in his big house who’s going to cuddle him at night he’s all alone

and johns like……….. fuck

 like not only have we broken the best relationship we’ve ever been in but we have broken our children too

the kids asking roger in the big puppy pile in his bed and he’s like well i cuddle you all SO MUCH while your here that it it keeps me warm even when you go home

that why i hug you all as soon as i see you!!!! i need a top up of your love!!!! gotta keep me toastie warm :)

and freddie is a fucking liar he’s like roger is doing BETTER THAN EVER he is so FUCKING HAPPY NOW and hes like ROGER IS THIRTY FLIRTY AND THRIVING AND YOU GUYS ARE MISSING OUT ON HOW HOT HE LOOKS NOW

like POST BREAK UP HE’S TONED AND FIT AND HE LOOKS AWESOME

flash to roger sitting on the floor of the kitchen in his boxers without a shirt on just sobbing into a pint of rocky road ice cream

roger: vaguely emaciated, surviving on cigarettes and gin and tonics

he hasn’t shaved but the man can’t grow a beard so its jsut ugly patches of hair

but!!! like the other three really only see him when the kids are around and??? yeah??? he looks good!

because no one can KNOW because as far as he’s concerned they didn’t want him

like he’s dressed nicely. he’s lost a bit of weight but well he’s hit his thirties so maybe not the Worst thing even if they did Love His Pudge

and he would never ever ever scare the kids by showing them how he looks

freddie’s like oh yeah roger’s GREAT

SO BRILLIANT

and you can’t tell he doesn’t sleep and has massive bags under his eyes because that is the dawn of the prescription sunglasses

TRIED TO HAVE HIM AROUND FOR SCRABBLE THE OTHER DAY BUT HES JUST GO GO GO THESE DAYS

freddies like you should hear the songs he’s written like that stuff is GOD

(the songs are just him weeping over a guitar track)

cut to the other day: freddie and roger playing scrabble for thirteen hours in between crying jags

the next day: chess, but the pieces are shot glasses

freddie is like in bed next to jim like i dunno how much more alcohol we can drink i’m running out of ways to make him drunk enough to forget

so jim makes him garden with him bc it gets him out of the house so he even gets a TAN but they just drink SO MUCH WHISKEY

 then ronnie and dom and john are like look at him he’s golden tan he looks gorgeous

  but the kids are like DAD HAS A STRAWBERRY PATCH!!!! AND WE PLANTED SUNFLOWERS TOGETHER

 and jim is like he’s only evenly tanned because when he passed out in the garden i rolled him over so his back would get tan too

  and yeah they’re like??????????? he looks so good????

and miami lowkey thinks hes helping but he is NOTbecause every time he sees him he’s like okay we can get you think much from your combined fortunes and the beach house and i can make it so you have custody of your legal kidsroger: they’re ALL MY KIDS MIAMI

but rogers mainly like i’m not gonna separate any of the kids that’s????? no. like. they belong as a family

 even if i’m not……. part of that family….. any more…….

 roger is like look i just want to be able to see them. i won’t take them form their parents and miami is like roger..you’re their parent too

 and roger is like no i’m just like, their uncle now?

 like i’m not in that family they made i clear that i am not allowed

A N Y W A Y S

 ronnie is the one who sorta caves first

 she’s lke look we started this and i kinda pushed for us to end it so i’m gonna fix it

 john wont bc of the band dynamics, dom is top aware that it could splinter the group back into two couples, ronnie is really the only one who can

 yeah and ronnie sorta. just shows up at his house in the middle of the night

 and like (luckily for him) he’s just got in from a thing for the cross

 so he Doesn’t look fucking awful

 but he’s also fucking exhausted so he opens the door and is like FUCK are the kids okay!!! shit!!!! dom??? john???

 and ronnie’s like everyone’s fine i just. i missed you?

 and roger’s like. he’s so tired he’s just like ronnie….. i can’t do this right now. you can’t. you can’t just show up here

 that’s not fair.

 and ronnie’s like…. well. she wasn’t sure how she was really expecting it to go because. yeah. they’re literally not been within about 50m from one another in fucking months

 but she was. hoping at least for an “i miss you too”

 but roger’s like. it’s really late, i’m… gonna go to bed. i really, really cannot do this right now. i’ll see the kids on friday.

 and so ronnie goes home and bawls her eyes out to john and dom who are…. also kinda shook?

 like. they were NOT expecting roger to turn her away like that, that’s… yeah. but like roger has been mostly by himself this whole time. like they’ve had one another but he’s. just been sorta trying to learn to keep his head above water by himself again and. it was actually a dick move showing up there unannounced. like, they basically left him with little to no warning they can’t just try and walk back in the door y’know?????

 and anyway on friday miami comes to pick up the kids and ronnie is like uhhh i’m coming with

 and miami is like uh. disrespectfully speaking? you fucking are not

 and she’s like oh :) ur not taking my kids then

 which. is just. another bad move? tbh

 miami is like. right. fine. can i use ur phone to call the other father of ur children to tell him that one of their mothers won’t let him see them

 and ronnie is like go right a fuckin head

 and dom and john are sorta there like ronnie ronnie wtf are u doing ronnie

 but ronnie’s like nah i’m calling his (miami’s) bluff

 and dom is like no, uh, roger can have the kids

 but. miami calls

 and ronnie is like not mine he can’t its all or nothing

 he’s stood there in their parlour

 and like obviously they can only hear his side of the conversation

 dead eyeing ronnie like i fucking hold this band together out of sheer will

 i can outlast you no matter what

 Miami: Hi Rog, Miami. Yeah, yeah, the kids are fine. I’m at your old place right now, actually. No, yeah. No. Well, actually, Rog. Veronica says you can’t have the kids this week. No, she didn’t say anything to me about it before. No, no. I’m sorry, Rog. I know, I’m so sorry. She hasn’t said anything about next week yet. Yeah. Yeah. It’s alright, it’ll be alright. We’ll work something out. I’ll come right around, okay? Alright. Okay. I’ll let them know. Yeah, I promise. Just like you said. Won’t change a word. See you in a bit.

 and ronnie is like what did he want you to say to us?!!!!

 and miami just straight up blanks her and dom and john

 and walks into the living room where the kids are, all ready to go

 and is like hey rugrats!

 (which is totes rogers nickname for them)

 and they’re all like!!!! uncle miami!!!!! are we going to see papa now???

 Veronica is like ho don’t you fucking say it

 and he’s like i’m really sorry guys (and ronnie goes to interrupt but he stops her) but daddy has the flu

 and the kids are like!!!! oh no!!!!

 and he’s like so you can’t go see him this week :( he’s really really upset about it, and he HOPES he’ll be better next week because he misses all his little nuggets so much

 and the eldest is like???? but!!!! our hugs keep daddy warm!!! if he’s sick he needs to be warm he can’t be cold!!! who’s going to recharge his cuddles???

 and miami is like well he said if you all hug each other reaaaaally right he can feel it! so long as you all keep giving each other lots of hugs he’ll keep tight and cosy

 and he goes to leave and is like to the three of them like…. i cannot believe that you are actually doing this. i didn’t know you could be so cruel

 and off he trots

 and ronnie is like. fuck

 fuck

 FUCK

 and the other three would be like ronnie what…what the fuck was that???

they end up having…. a huge fight over it

 like giant

 like “hi chrissie can you take the kids for a couple of days” fight

 and chrissie is like uh…. i can take a few? but crystal is.     away

 work emergency

 and johns like????? queens on a break????????????

 and dom’s like???? ROGER, JOHN. ROGER IS THE EMERGENCY

so they’re like trying to find babysitters so they can fight it out but also maybe go to roger??? 

 because the work emergency is code for roger is trying to destroy himself via alcohol poisoning

 like miami knows the second he hung up that roger as going to just drown himself in whisky

 so he used a payphone to call freddie and crystal

 and is like i don’t care what you have to do or how you do it but you need to be at roger’s yesterday

 but brian isn’t looking after their fucking kids

freddie isn’t home

 and jim has heard what they did

 and hes like that was fucking cruel

 crystal isn’t home

 miami is gone

 fucking RATTY doesn’t pick up

 phoebe straight up was like freddie told me if i watched hte kids he’d kill me

 he was like i am not even allowed to be speaking with you thank you and goodnight

so they call mary and they’re like please mary

and mary is like as far as i’m concerned if you’re that worried about roger watching his own fucking children i do not know why you would call me as the better option

like fuck you you think roger can’t be with his kids and now you want to DUMP THEM ON ME??? “and anyway, i’m just stopping at home for the booze i have here. we’ve all been banned from the liquor stores with in a ten mile radius of…… a place.”

 eventually they manage to scrounge enough family members on john and ronnie’s respective sides

 but it. genuinely takes like over a day

 everyone is either straight up just not answering or, if they are at home, not willing to step in

[meanwhile miami is on the fucking warpath he is like you wanna play chicken? i’ll roast you for dinner VERONICA he’s writing up a custody agreement so tight it will tie them up in court for years like he sits down at roger’s kitchen table while roger is profusely vomiting up all the alcohol he had and then some and he’s like they’re gonna fucking pay

he’s getting the kids and the houses and over half the money and the royalties and here is a list of available bass players because HE GETS THE BAND TOO]

 but yeah john ronnie and dom end up having a giant, fuck off, end all fight

and dom is like. u realise we just took his fucking kids away right

 and johns like for fuck sake chrissie is FINE do you really think she wanted me to tank my career and for all of us to blow up our entire family because of her????

 but the problem is. it’s BIGGER than the chrissie thing now

 johns like she knew what she was getting into and she knew he was a cheater when they were fuckign dating

but really it was like, six different fights that all boiled over in the name of Chrissie’s Honor and then

the biggest thing is that like, 

 when they were in bali

 they did fully think roger would come

 and but then he didnt and the spent 3 weeks getting angrier and angrier at the situation and him and brian and it spiraled into this black ugly mess of shit

 and they didn’t realize how vital roger was to keeping them together like he’s the fun dad so the kids have been acting out more becasue he’s not there to get them to blow off steam

(plus like, the kids just lost their dad??? like he doesn’t live there anymore he’s at a different house and that is big)

 and he’s the peace keeper (surprising despite his tempter but everyone else like stews he’s the only one who’s like lets talk it out)

 and he makes them all coffee in the morning so they’re all vaguely caffeine deprived

 and now ronnie has fucked it all TWICE first by showing up and then by TAKING HIS KIDS and dom was like when we had baby#2 and it was clearly rogers we promised him we SWORE that he would never ever ever take them away from him

 like we said that as long as he was their papa that was IT he was their father and we would never ever take that from him

 and ronnie’s like i didn’t MEAN IT he should KNOW I WOULD NEVER MEAN THAT

 and johns like. ok. but uh. how would he know

 bc

 i mean. we sorta

 did take his kids away from him

 when we went to bali

 when we went to bali for a month

 and again

 and then

 now

 five days of the week

 and now?

 i mean

 we have been… slowly taking the kids away from him

 three weeks ago we made him give them back a day early so that we could do to the beach

 bc we could only do it…. as a family…. on the weekend

 and then two of the little ones (one of which is his) was sick and we kept them home

 because. him seeing his kids is inconvenient to us

 and we had them on the actual day of his birthday

which you know is his favorite day of the year because the kids make him breakfast in bed and wake him up singing happy birthday

 so. us just pulling the plug isn’t… really all that unrealistic is it?

 and dom and ronnie sort of get defensive and backing each other up

dom is like no!! we have NOT!!

and ronnie like how dare you

 and johns like. ok. but see this is the problem

 this was the problem in bali too

 like its us vs. him

 we all get caught up in defending ourselves

 when he’s NOT HERE TO DEFEND HIMSELF

 that everything we do seems right

 and he should… just be grateful?

 to have us?

 to see the kids?

 and that we have proven that if he doesn’t agree with us he doesn’t haveus?

 like originally it was just sex yeah

 but then it was clear that you wouldnt budge

 and neither would he and why should he have brian has been there for him longer than he’s even known me

 like brian is terrible for cheating but he’s roger’s brother and we literally made him choose his family and when he wouldn’t

 we chose for him

 and, as we’ve established, chrissie is FINE

 and a grown woman

 and roger knew that better than any of us because crystal was filling him in on EVERYTHING

 she probably didn’t fucking need the two of you, and then me, ripping apart our family, the band, and the various social circles we run in

 or even WANT us to do that

 and dom’s like……. i really miss him

 i’ve been trying really hard not to

 bc it’s easier to be angry

 and i didn’t want it to seem like i love him more than you guys

 because i know it can be hard sometimes like not falling into those couple-y behaviours

 and i didn’t want to do that

 but i really really miss him

 but like, roger is my first

 he is my first real love and i love you both so much but he’s my roger

and. it’s been really hard watching [youngest] hit milestones and rogers not here to see them

 (and they tried to be nice and send videos and pictures but its not the same!!

so they just stopped telling him hoping that the kid would do it there and roger would think it was the first time

but that just made roger feel like they didn’t care enough about him

to be like oh hey your kid’s walking sucks that you had to learn form the older kid insead of the other parents)

 and dom’s like. and it’s made worse because. he wouldn’t have let this happen if it was one of us

 and john is like. uh

 and ronnie’s like fuck. no. ur right. he wouldn’t have

 dom’s like. right back at the beginning he was always saying that he’d make sure we were all involved in the kids lives no matter what that this wouldn’t happen he wouldn’t let it

 and we did it to him

 and ronnie is like. how the fuck do we fix this

 bc shit like that. like their youngest hitting milestones???? like that feels like something they stole from him bc they can’t give that back

 for like the first time john actually cries

 and is like what have we done

 and yeah. the fight just sorta ends with all three of them in tears and just. sort of silent

 because maybe that was the biggest issue

 because. what the fuck

 because chrissie was pregnant and maybe dom was pregnant and they were like imagine this was us

 and we got cheated on

 and so when the whole Bali Thing happens the kid is like maybe 6 months?

 so roger genuinely misses over half of this kids life

and kidlet just. doesn’t have the same bond with him???

 because there’s so little you can be there for when you get every weekend 

 and roger knows

 but the other three don’t because they haven’t seen him with the kids?

 but the kid just cries the whole weekend and wants his “daddy”

 kidlet isn’t really comfy around roger and neither, really, is their second youngest who is withdrawing

 and roger is just like???? these are my KIDS

 and the second youngest is roger’s

 and i’m a STRANGER to them

 and he tries so hard! but the other problem is like, we have so many kids

 and i am one person

 like he is stretched so thin

so he can only do so much like if hte baby is crying he has to take care of the baby sorry oldest ones i can’t go play outside with you

and the three of them just realize, like, what have we done???

cut to roger’s house he’s just lying on the floor not even crying just laying there his bedroom is ruined because he hung up with miami and just trashed it

and is laying on his floor like i want to die here

john calls while the Roger Stomach Pumping Emergency Squad are on day three of their duties

 and crystal picks up which is. it’s not the BEST he could have hoped for, which would have been freddie, but it’s the second best bc crystal still nominally works for him

 (crystal is like i’m gonna fucking quit like i will take the cross to the NEXT LEVEL even if i have to KILL JOHN TO DO IT)

 and johns like ok this is. i’m just calling to say that i’m going to come around tomorrow? i’ll be there are 12. i’m not asking for permission, but i’m just calling to give you a heads up. to give roger a heads up

 and so. they uh. sober roger up. do their best to make him somewhat presentable? (does not work. he refuses to shave or shower or get changed out of his Depression Pajamas. he swills some mouthwash, they call it a win)

(depression pajamas are john’s pants and the joke shirt ronnie and dom bought him for his birthday years ago thats like save a drum bang a drummer)

 and then. they go upstairs, just leaving miami downstairs except he’s Not Allowed To Talk

 he is there, strictly, as roger’s legal representation

 miami just holds all the papers for legal divorce and separation the papers that are going to FUCK THEM UP if roger says so

 and john shows up and he’s like. oh. um. this isn’t. this isn’t really a legal talk?????? and miami is like yes well y’all do have a history of Technical Kidnapping so

 can’t be too careful 🙃

 and roger just. doesn’t give a shit

 he’s like miami can you shut the fuck up

 like what the fuck do you think johns going to do that’s worse than break up with me and refuse to let me see my kids?

 what, have you all gangbanged my mum too? just for a giggle?

 and john is like. uh. no. winnie is. un-gangbanged. as far as i know.

 and rog is like well there you go, everything appears to be Just As Shit as it was yesterday and no worse

 and johns like look. i just. ronnie honestly didn’t mean that you couldn’t see the kids, not at all. she just. she just wanted to see you and the kids were… leverage? sort of? which sounds awful

 and roger is like. yeah. that sounds pretty fucking awful, actually

 and he’s like where’s my alcohol and miami is like as your legal representative and your medical emergency contact i must advise you not to drink anymore as i do not believe your liver will survive

 (miami [visibly jots down john calling the children leverage])

 but yeah rogers like. well. here i fucking am.

 and johns like. this is all. it’s all fucked up. we love you? we never stopped loving you? this has all spiralled way out of control. the girls were just mad about chrissie and

 and roger is like?? do u think i give a FUCK about chrissie???? none of this was EVER about chrissie on my side. this was about the three of you deciding that our relationship with acceptable fucking collateral for you to throw about to win arguments and get me to do what you wanted

 [miami in the corner scribbling it all down]

 that’s now how relationships fucking work, john. and i never thought you’d take my children away from me for it.

 and johns like. i know. i’m sorry, we’re sorry. it honestly just grew out of control. when we were in bali we thought you would come and then it would have been fine, but you didn’t and we got angry and

 and rogers like?!! i didn’t do what u wanted so you ran away with my children for a month

 i couldn’t have come even if i WANTED to

 “gone to bali” is not a fucking address, john

 (and the thing is when they wrote that? it was tongue in cheek. it was a “come find us”. but, well. that didn’t work out as intended, did it?)

 like they thought of course roger would like, call miami to find them or hell ratty or something like they all have the same credit cards they could figure it out…right?

 and johns like. i’m sorry. can you. would you be…. interested? in talking to all three of us? we love you, and we miss you. we want to try and save this

 and roger is like i dont know

 i don’t know if it can be saved

 and well. that’s enough to get a foot in the door because.    his kids. roger would grin and bear his way thru 16 and a half years of painful awkwardness on his part of it means he gets to be with his kids as they grow

 but he’s not saying yes

 he’s saying he’ll talk to all three of them together

 but miami will be there

 and miami is like 💅

 and so they set a date for the next monday

 and this time roger is wearing like. a fucking suit, he’s all scrubbed up

 and they’re like???????? what the fuck

 (john totally went home and told the other three how terrible he looked)

 but this time like. it’s…. it’s make or fucking break like if they walk out of this and he can’t see it being salvaged then… that’s it

 he’ll be giving them the (kindest) separation and custody agreement’s that miami has drawn up

 miami has like three all drawn up and ready depending on how it goes

 one is niceish one is harsher and the last is scourged earth

 nice: they get half his assets, he gets friday evening-sunday afternoon and ¾ of all school holidays

harsh: ¼ assets (minus property and future royalty income from existing tracks), friday afternoon school pick up- sunday evening, and all school holidays apart from three days beginning and end, weekends, and potentially visitation right son Public Holidays (such as christmas day)

scourged earth: ½ present cash assets (nothing else), friday afternoon pick up - Tuesday morning drop off, all school holidays minus weekends (excepting public holidays. so if xmas day falls on a sunday? too fucking bad)

 miami is like i will wipe the board with you if he asks and i will not hesitate

 and he WILL be going to court to attempt to win rights to have ALL of the children involved in those custody agreements (miami thinks they have a case given how many interviews they’ve given over the years referencing how the children view each other as brother and sister)

 plus there’s like squatter’s/commonlaw rights

 yeah basically miami is. uh ready to destroy

 like roger is the common law parent because he has lived with these kids in that house for 7 years

 roger’s one request was just can i have enough to buy a house big enough for all the kids to come visit and can i just see them? like even if its once a month i just want to see them

 miami is like i gotchu fam you’re my favorite tell the others

 BUT YES SO roger is like i’m really just here to see if there’s anything to salvage.

 and like

 dom immediately bursts into tears

 she hasnt seen him in person since he LEFT

 and because??? how could there not be??????????

 dom is willing to give ANYTHING to fix it

 and ronnie is like. horrified. she keeps going to reach across the table to hold his hand before catching herself

 and she starts. she apologised for what happened the other day, for crossing that line

 and rogers like… it’s been coming for a while now

 because he always knew one day the kids would stop coming

 like either they wouldn’t let him see them

 or the kids wouldn’t want to come see the guy who was once their dad but now just has his own home

 like the two youngest already don’t want him

 so it makes sense

 yeah.

 and dom’s like… do you still love us?

 because i still love you

 and rogers like. i. i could never stop loving any of you???? but i also cant ever forget the past year and the things that have happened either

 That’s what makes it hurt the most is like I still love you?? I will always love you you’re the mothers of my children and John you’re their father like you’re raising my kids

 and johns like well. love is a start, yes?

 and roger’s like. yes. but i love my kids more, and. i spent the last year hoping we were just… going to work it out. that this was going to stop, but it hasn’t. it’s got worse. and i suppose it’s a good thing that you did what you did last week because instead of the kids being slowly taken away from me and me having to accept it over time, it happened all at once and i can’t take that. i Won’t take that again. and so now i know that if this isn’t going to work out that i am Going to have a relationship with my kids, if i have to fight you all in the courts for it

 and ronnie’s like we’re not? we’re not going to fight you

 and miami that sneaky bastard pulls out the SCORCHED EARTH custody agreement and is like so you’ll sign this?

 and dom’s like what the fuck is it?????? and he’s like custody agreement. in the event of your separation from roger, dominique, and/or his departure from the home you share with john and veronica he would be entitled, by contract, to have the children (ALL OF THEM, those children being those who were born between 1974 and 1983) from friday school pick up to tuesday morning school drop off, and the entirety of school holidays apart from weekends.

 and johns like fuck. that’s. a lot of time

 and roger is like? i haven’t had all of the children together in over a month

 and ronnie is like fuck. you haven’t, have you? there’s been….

 and miami picks up another piece of paper and starts listing off reasons

 Because he’s been picking them up and dropping them off and every single time one of them isn’t there he writes it down

 dentist appointment, flu, stomach bug, school trip, trip to the beach “as a family”

 They watch a roger visibly flinches at the “as a family” comment

 and dom just signs it. plucks it right out of johns hand who is trying to read it (or the first page) and flips to her page and signs

 and johns like fuck!! dom!!!

 and she’s like. roger wouldn’t ask us to sign anything that would be detrimental to the kids OR to us

 we used to fucking know that, john

 She’s like Roger is their father first and foremost and he has the right to as much time as he wants from them. If they miss us I will PERSONALLY but them their own phone line to call us but he gets as much time as he wants with them

 and like. john and ronnie aren’t going to sign, not without their lawyer there to check it out, but. that sign from dom? is enough to get roger to agree to try

 to agree that maybe there’s something to salvage there

 Even if it’s just with dom

 Because she was like I have faith in this man and I do not plan on ever losing him again so I’ll sign anything because it’ll never come down to it

 Yeah because. well. he can live with that if it means he gets his kids

 he can live with knowing that he’s not wholly Wanted in this relationship

 if he’s… wanted a little bit and he gets to watch his kids grow up every day

 it’s 16 and a half years

 that’s doable

 He will do what he needs to for his kids

 he loves those rugrats so fucking much

 he stays at home SO MUCH for the next like. year. bc he is BUILDING that relationship with the youngest two

 Like the rest of the break? Is because roger will not leave the house

 He is like nope not working I’m with the nuggets

 And Freddie is like bring them to the studio just come

 Like it’s just him with the kiddos

 Writing and trying to get his babies to love him again

 And he’s like I’m never leaving you ever again

 That first tour? Is ROUGH

 like it is hard for roger to leave and he almost is like I can’t do it I can’t leave them what if they forget me again??

 Which just adds to the angst because they did that to him

they made him doubt that his kids really love him

so then like, fast forward six-eight months???

oh my god even when they get back together? and get comfy with one another to start having sex again (which takes A WHILE) roger is suddenly. really adamant about using condoms

ugh he’d be sneaky about the condom thing at first too. like. he distracts them? clever fingers, clever mouth, encouraging them to help each otherlike it takes. a Distressing amount of time before finally dom is like I Want You To Fuck Meand that’s when That Whole Thing goes down 

she’s like c'mon like how we used to

and roger is like uhhhhh i can’t do that

because you might get uh, pregnant

and the other three can’t think of anything better like yes this will reunite us

an roger can’t think of anything worse because the thought of losing another baby?? he wouldn’t, uh, he wouldn’t survive that

and they’re like????? look if u slept with someone else like. ok that…. hurts. but. get tested and if ur clean it’s fine

and rogers like. no

that’s not the problem

dom has straight up a breakdown about it when she realises what the issue is

because roger is GOOD with kids

roger LOVES babies

but he’s like i do not want to have babies with you because i cannot guarantee that you won’t take the baby from me again

and roger is just sitting here uncomfortable

while dom weeps and john and ronnie are like what the uck is going on

but. he’s not. he’s not comfortable? this doesn’t feel like a family he’s 

building for keeps anymore

not really

it feels like something that can, might, will be taken away

he’s like look we can call it what we want but i get it i’m here for sex

and that’s great!! i love sex!! but i’m not going ot risk it

and the baby starts crying and roger sorta. automatically goes to get up before being like. oh. uh. it’s probably better if one of you goes. she. she’s not comfortable around me, she won’t settle if i go in

its not fair to the kids (because that’s who he’s really messed up over)

like they were so upset and it’s not fair to have them have to like, be separated form their homes and from their parents

roger is just so natural around the kids?

like u honestly wouldn’t even notice that he’d been gone

he slips right back in

he’s a bit distant for a few days, learning the new routines, new schedules, new favourites, new dislikes

but once he’s got it? he’s back in there

but just. flinching away from the casual touches that pass between the four of them

 so later dom fucks john and forgets a condom and has a pregnancy scare

 and roger is like. weirdly……. fine

 and dom is like??????? what the hell ur ok with this??? if i am pregnant?

 and roger is like…… i haven’t decided yet

 and dom’s like wtf do u mean? and he’s like. it would be a dick move of me to just leave ig. so perhaps we could separate but i’d stay living here in a separate room from the three of you?

 and ronnie is like? those are the only two options for you

 we’ve been back together for like eight months

 and rogers like? and we were separated for over a year

i’m still not sure if this is real

AND THEN

freddie calls john one night like. a month or so after the condom revelation (which they’ve all been. sorta sadly going along with? like it ruins the mood a little bit each time bc it’s a reminder that something’s a little bit broken here), and is like. look. i. i really shouldn’t be telling you this? but i think he’ll end up regretting it because i. god knows WHY but i have faith that you guys are all gonna pull thru this. but rog’s munich trip next week for the cross? yeah he’s booked in for a vasectomy.like he wouldn’t say anything because he doesn’t want them to make it a Big Deal

 and they’re SO UPSET but they’re like we can’t tell him not to because…if he wants to, he wants to

So when he comes back from munich 

 they think he had a vasectomy

 John is like how does one check for that?? Does his penis look different???

 Does his sperm taste different?? How would we know???

but one night he just goes to ronnie Just bends her right over and is like let’s do this and it’s the hottest sex they’ve had

 like they have INSANELY HOT SEX and they’re all. laying there. happy and sated. rog is curled up in the middle super asleep and the three of them are just all wide awake staring at the ceiling like huh. what feels weird

and then they realize and they’re like he didn’t use a condom so that means…..

:(

 and then they just PANIC

 Like ROGER

 ROGER YOUR CONDOM

 and he’s like oh my godddd shut up i’ve gotta be up for swimming lessons in like. five hours oh my god

 and ronnie is like maybe he did maybe he didn’t but like YES YOUR SWIMMERS ARE THE ISSUE RIGHT NOW

 THEY MIGHT BE SWIMMING

 IN ME

 ROGER

 and roger is like is…that a problem??? 

 and like they’re panicked bc!!!! he REALLY didn’t want any more kids!!!! they don’t wanna fuck with that they’re finally in a good place again!!!!!

and roger is like, sorry, guess i should have talked to you guys about having another kid???

 but ye he’s. secure again. and their youngest is like. older now. he misses babies. and also miami still got all the old paperwork

and they’re like wait….so you didn’t get the vasectomy??? 

and roger is like lol no

so like, oops, ronnie, you uh, might be uh…pregnant

and they all just sort of fall on top of him because while they’re still not perfect

it’s a start

they have like, five more kids afterwards

also

 veronica, the trooper, still having fucking babies into the mid 90s

 god bless her

 Veronica’s uterus is the real MVP

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The missus and Harry just having a movie lazy day,and he it's shirtless,and he literally starts to play with his happy trail so cute

He’d be slouched down on the sofa, dressed in just a pair of boxer shorts and nothing else, bare feet kicked up on the table with his ankles crossed, toes wiggling on the odd occasion to keep the circulation going. The missus would be sat beside him, her own feet tucked under his bum to keep them warm and toasty, both sets of eyes focused on the telly as it played a movie they’d both seen many times before. His phone would be sat on his chest, his fingers picking it up every so often to see whether any texts had come through or to see what the time was, sighs leaving his mouth every so often.

“S’the matter with you? You chose this film,” she’d remind him, “are you waiting for your bit on the side to call back?” She’d tease, pinching his sweet, love-handle, pudging from the waistband of his boxers, with her fingers.

“Sod off,” he’d smirk, wiggling away from her, “she’s busy with her work anyway. S’why I’m here with you. I don’t want to be, but, you’re good enough to pass the time.”

“Hey,” she’d frown, pulling her feet from beneath him, “that’s so mean.”

“I’m kidding,” he’d chuckle, absentmindedly sliding his hand down his front and raking his fingers through the soft, course hair that grow below his belly button, “can we look for another film? Maybe a good horror or something?”

But his movements would distract the missus. Her eyes focused on the tips of his fingers as they brushed through the dark hair that grew from his skin. 

“Love?”

“Hm?” She’d hum, looking up to him with a blush on her cheeks, “what did you say?”

“I said maybe we should should watch a good horror or something,” he’d smile, reaching a hand across and squeezing her knee softly, “but I think you’re a bit distracted by something else.” xx