#i wanna set up a little chicken area you know

[loveinhawkins]

Steve gets the idea from Dustin and Robin, in a roundabout way: Robin insists on buying a camping stove from The War Zone, which Dustin pounces upon with glee as soon as he notices it.

“Oh, we’re cooking with gas now,” he says, which is the worst pun Steve has heard thus far.

Eddie snorts, almost but not quite hidden underneath the sound of the engine. Steve smiles.

“Y’know there’s a stove right here?” he asks in benign exasperation, gestures behind him to the little kitchen area of the RV.

“Steve,” Robin says, “that’s not as fun.”

“Yeah, come on, Steve! It’ll be like at Camp Know Where—”

“Know Nothing,” Steve mutters automatically.

“—we oft dined al fresco.”

“Oft,” Eddie parrots, and Steve can faintly feel the movement of him laughing, from where he’s pressed up against the back of the driver’s seat. “Al fresco. Henderson, what lab did they make you in?”

“Eddie, either shut up or back me up, I wanna get a culturally enriching experience outta this.”

“Oh, excuse me, didn’t realise this was a field trip.”

“You’re excused.”

“Okay,” Steve cuts in, “have fun playing at camping, Henderson, but don’t come crying to me if you, like, blow yourself up.”

Robin chuckles. “Such a happy camper.”

“Boo,” Steve says flatly.

He parks the RV a little bit away from a store just off the main road—heads in alone as it’ll draw less attention. Out loud, he says it’s so he can focus without hearing whining pleas to buy junk food, whether Dustin-approved or not, but he already knows he’ll cater to each and every one of the group’s demands.

Eddie, surprisingly, doesn’t put in a request, says he’s happy to just go along with whatever everyone else wants—a far cry from when Nancy had relayed, with more amusement than frustration, “He said he wants a six-pack.”

Steve figures that the whole being wanted for murder thing would kill anyone’s appetite, but it still makes his stomach sink, that the most substantial meal Eddie’s gotten a chance to eat has been lukewarm Spaghettios.

They set up ‘camp’ in a field, and Robin’s the first to rush outside, shortly followed by Dustin, both intent on using the stove she’s bought.

Steve leaves them all to it, kind of enjoys the temporary peace of just messing about in the RV on his own—it gives him enough time to find where some crockery is kept, anyway.

He’s heating up chicken noodle soup on the stove when Eddie comes back in and tells him, “They got it working, no explosions yet.”

“Oh, miracles can happen. Good timing, by the way.” Steve switches the burner off, pours the soup into a bowl and sets it down on the table—where he’s already laid out a spoon. “Yours is ready.”

At first he doesn’t think the silence is all that unusual. He’s not really looking either, focusing on rinsing out the pan he’d used. But when he does glance up, it’s to see Eddie just standing there, looking at the bowl of soup and blinking rapidly.

It’s almost like… almost like he’s—

“Woah, hey,” Steve says, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” Eddie says, even though he’s still quite clearly tearing up. “Absolutely nothing. Jesus Christ.” He groans, presses a couple of fingers to the inner corner of his eyes. “This is fucking mortifying, just pretend you didn’t—ugh.”

In barely a blink, he shuts himself away in the bathroom.

Steve opens his mouth. Closes it. Tries again. “Hate soup that much, huh?”

A watery laugh from behind the door. “No.”

There’s a silence. Steve dries the pan and puts it away before calling, “It’s gonna get cold!”

It won’t for a while yet; he can still see tendrils of steam rising from the bowl.

There’s a long, drawn out sigh, and then Eddie opens the door, sidles in to take a seat at the table.

For a moment, Steve thinks he isn’t going to acknowledge it, which is fine. But as Eddie picks up the spoon he says, head down, “It’s just. That was, uh. Really—really nice.”

Steve’s concern abates a little; he can’t help giving a slight smirk. “Would it help if I was mean instead?”

Eddie laughs again, no tears in it this time. He shrugs with a grin. “Do whatever you want, man.”

He’s eating slowly, his spoon dragging through the soup. His eyes seem distant.

“It’s just… I miss—” His voice threatens to break, but doesn’t quite get there. “I miss… home.”

Before Steve can think of a reasonable reply, Eddie scoffs, rolling his eyes. He drops the spoon with a clatter. “God, that sounds so—”

“It doesn’t,” Steve interrupts.

“Yeah, sure.” Eddie picks up the spoon again, keeps scraping it against the bottom of the bowl.

“Dude, what did I tell you? You’ve gotta give yourself a break.”

Steve pauses, stuck on what to say next.

He can’t even relate, honestly. Home has long become something he couldn’t… Something he couldn’t really miss, exactly.

It’s ever-changing: the luxury of eating a late breakfast in History; the crunch of leaves underfoot as he walked the railroad tracks with Dustin; the chill of the freezer in Scoops Ahoy, Robin’s snorting laugh bouncing off the walls.

Now it’s his car radio playing as he gives rides on busy school mornings. A high school basketball game. A goddamn video store.

“I think you have this thing,” Steve says slowly.

“A promising start,” Eddie says, lips twitching.

He’s finished the soup. The sight spurs Steve on.

“I think you have this thing,” he repeats, more confidently, “where you think that, like, we’re seasoned monster-killers, and you’re—”

“Uh, speaking objectively, Harrington, that’s kinda what you are.”

“My point is,” Steve says, “that you don’t need to—shit, I don’t know, man. Just. You don’t need to apologise or whatever. You’re doing fine.”

Eddie blinks. He’s cupping the empty bowl with his hands, breathing a little deeper, like the residual warmth is calming.

And that Steve can relate to: in the days after Starcourt, when Robin pretty much dragged him to her house, empty thanks to her folks visiting extended family. They both pretended that they just wanted to stay up late because they could, because they were just teenagers enjoying the summer, and Robin had made shitty hot chocolate from a powder, heating up milk on the stove; when Steve complained that he could hardly enjoy it through a busted lip, she’d said, still jittery, “I just thought—it’s just nice to hold, y’know?”

She was right.

One of Eddie’s fingers starts tapping against the bowl, the underside of his ring making a series of restless clinks. Steve wants to still his hand, gently press it further into the warmth. Settle him.

Eddie stands up with the bowl.

“I can—”

“Nah, I’ve got it,” Eddie says, already at the sink. He turns on the faucet, smiles. “Thanks, by the way.”

It’s so simple, so domestic, and all of a sudden, Steve’s struck with a thought: oh, I want this.

“No problem. I’ll get you something better, after… um, everything.”

Eddie chuckles. “Oh, Jesus, I think I actually would kill for some fries.”

Steve clicks his fingers. “So we’ll make it happen.”

“We?”

“Yeah, I hate to break it to you, man, but as soon as they hear about free fries—” Steve jerks his head towards the chatter outside, “—they’re gonna demand to come with, they’re like piranhas.”

He expects Eddie to play up the joke, to groan and complain.

But while he does laugh, Eddie just sighs before saying in earnest, “That sounds fucking fantastic.”

And his eyes are warm and fond, like maybe he’s found another home in all of them, too.

#another ‘throwaway’ line from a previous ficlet wouldn’t let me go #pre steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steve and robin #steve and the party #eddie and the party #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve and dustin #eddie and dustin

[danikamariewrites]

if you still write for dark reader, could i please request a crack fic with the batboys where her idea of fun is being kidnapped and getting herself out.

” hey rhys, have you seen y/n? ”

” oh she’s kidnapped, she should be home in time for dinner ”

” oh okay thanks ”

and reader just walks in covered in dirt and someones blood, she quickly showers and debriefs and they all talk about it like it’s the most normal thing ever

” rhys i’m going to hunt a criminal i saw last week, you in? ”

” i wish darling but i’ve got an execution planned, maybe next week? ”

” okay thats fine, maybe cassian or az? ”

” sure we’d love to come!! ”

” great!!! ”

Favorite Crimes

Batboys x reader

A/n: this is funny af thank you for requesting this 😂

Warnings: dark reader and bat boys, kidnapping, blood, descriptions of gore (i think but nothing too bad), murder, and mentions of sexual harassment

Cassian was positively perplexed as to where in the world you are. You weren’t in the library, or Azriel’s weapons room, and you weren’t in either of the living rooms. He knew you didn’t have anything planned today which made him even more curious as to where you were.

Lightly knocking on Rhys’s office door, poking half his body in. “What’s up Cass,” the High Lord says without looking up from his paper work. “Do you know where y/n is?” “Yes,” Rhys’s face scrunched in thought.

“She told me that she spotted a few of Beron’s spies lurking in town. So she got herself kidnapped. But she’ll be home for dinner.” Cassian let out a small hum. “Wait, again?” “Yup.” Cassian let out another hum and went to his own office.

Just after sunset you winnowed back into the house. “I’m home!” You yelled out, unlacing your boots and setting them by the boys’ boots. The three of them came thundering down the stairs coming to halt, taking you in. You were covered in dirt from head to toe, blood spattered on you where dirt was missing.

You smiled at the boys, skipping past them upstairs. “I’m taking a bath, we’ll talk at dinner.” You said over your shoulder. The three males shared a look and shrugged, heading into the dinning room.

Once you were clean and in fresh clothes you joined your mates at the table. Azriel placed a steaming plate of chicken and veggies in front of you with a kiss on your head. “How was your kidnapping darling?” Rhys asked. You let out an excited hum around the fork in your mouth.

“So much fun! Beron truly employs idiots. So they took me from the city to the border forest between Winter and Autumn. You know the little area that is a mix of winter and autumn? I was tied up and they were waiting for Beron but broke free and the fight was nasty. Cassian you would’ve loved it.

“They did try to bury me at one point but I climbed out. Then I killed them all, which was fairly easy in the end.” They had interjected little cheers and ‘good jobs’ through out your story. It made your cheeks tint pink. It made you happy that they were proud of you.

“What did you do with them?” Azriel asked. “Oh, I stuck their ridiculous swords through them and propped them up like scarecrows for Beron to find.” Cassian snorted, letting out a deep laugh. Rhys was looking at you with amazement. “Wow. You are just incredible darling.”

You blushed again, dipping your chin and looking away from them. Rhys then asks what you all plan on doing this week. When it’s your turn you start nervously playing with your hair. “When I was at Rita’s with Mor I overheard a few females talking about this male who was touching them and he wouldn’t back off. I was going to take him to the woods, hunt him, and torture him. Do you wanna come with me?” You asked, voice full of hope.

Rhys pouted at you, “I’m sorry darling I can’t that day. I have an execution planned in Hewn City.” “That’s ok Rhysie. Cassie, Azzy any interest in coming with me?”

“Hell yeah baby,” Cass said enthusiastically. Az wrapped his arm around you placing a kiss on your temple. “We’ll always come with you baby.” You let out an excited sound clapping your hands lightly. “You guys are the best.”

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar reader fic #acotar reader imagine #acotar imagine #azriel acotar #cassian acotar #rhysand acotar #azriel x reader #cassian x reader #rhysand x reader #azriel x you #cassian x you #rhysand x you #poly!batboys #poly!batboys x you #poly!batboys x reader

[russett-pots]

how about teaching sex with minju as your caring and nurturing senior, where you are shy and awkward but minju sweetly encourages you. minju guides you to cum all over her tummy and abs, and then she teaches you to pleasure her and make her cum, and then she gives you the ultimate lesson: for you to cum inside her. then minju teaches you to admire all the cum you released on her body, and your juices leaking out of her

Careful Noona

Kim Minju

Tags: Raw, breeding. caring Minju Sunbae

Words: 2.9k+ (2,992 so close to being 3k)

Sorry for the long wait. I have some existential crisis going when it comes to this blog)

You look down at your test paper and sigh.

Another low one

You studied hard for the test, trying to memorize every equation on the board. Been practicing all the problem sets. Yet on test day, you forgot everything. Everything the anger boils in you. Why can’t you get a higher grade? During the pandemic when everything is online, things are easier. Well since you can look at your notes during the test. Things were much simpler back then but now you have face-to-face class and you failed the test, failed it hard.

You shuffle your feet out the door. Your other classmates are busy talking inside about their passing scores. You are very jealous of them. But you put up your chin and say to yourself.

You’re going to do better…

Or at least that’s what you hope.

“How did you do?” Someone appears in front of you.

“Fine.. well actually I don’t want to talk about it?” You mumble.

It is your friend Minju. Well, kind of…You really met her since she was delayed. It isn’t because she failed a class. It is because she went on a leave of absence. From what she told you she did, she was very productive. She was in an internship for a sought-after company and maybe they are looking to hire her after when she graduates. But then you are just out there trying to survive college, hoping you’ll graduate one day.

“Jaesung-ah. Put that smile upside down. You can do better next time.”

“Well…” You show your score to Minju. Your heart is beating as you show her your test results.

“Oh…you really need to study. Wanna do some study sesh?”

“Well at this point. I’m willing to do anything.” You stand up and head out of the room. You turn back at Minju. “Noona, want some lunch?”

“Sure!” Minju replies excitedly.

You walk out of the college building. “What do you want?” Minju curiously asks.

“Chicken?”

“You thinking of what I’m thinking?”

“Well, you know where my favorite place is.”

“Come here. Let me buy you lunch.” Minju clings onto your arm and drags you with her.

She brings you to your favorite chicken place to cheer you up. Your favorite is spicy bbq and hers is snowy chicken.

��Which one are you going to get?” You ask Minju.

“Let me treat you. Let’s get the half-pack and share. You want kimchi rice or regular rice.”

“Regular is fine.” You mumble.

“Well suits you. I’m going to have the kimchi rice.” Minju almost shouts and turns around to the counter.

“Fine. If it’s okay with you. I’ll get the kimchi rice.”

“Anything to drink?”

“I’ll just stick with my water.” You pull out your jug.

“Okay. Just reserve a seat for us.”

You go up the stairs to the dining area. There are a lot of people. It is already rush hour what do you expect? You start to think you are going to get taken out. But then in the corner, there is a group of people about to leave. You quickly swoop over and steal the table before anyone else can.

You sit down and wait patiently for Minju and the food. Then you take out your phone to scroll thru Instagram. The first thing you notice is Minju’s photos. She is the first one on your feed. One thing you have noticed is that she is in her bikini. She may have been a bit conservative when it comes to what she wears to school but when she gets out and about she is wild. Her swimsuit leaves little to the imagination. She is such a cute and jolly girl when you meet her but when she is out parting she is a totally different person.

Down there agrees with what you see. The very skimpy clothes already make your cock harden. Even for a bit. It already makes you a bit horny. But that thought is interrupted as she is your friend even if you had a small crush on her. It isn’t much but you wouldn’t mind dating such a beauty like Minju.

“Ya!”

Your mind gets interrupted.

“Food’s here,” Minju announces to you. “I got our favorites half and half. Half spicy bbq and half snow chicken.”

“Thanks, Minju.”

“No problem. Just relax a bit. Forget about things. Okay?”

“Okay…it’s just my score—“

“Shush!”Minju places her finger on your lips. She grabs her chopsticks, pick-up one of the pieces of chicken, and stuffs it in your face.

“Food? Is good?”

You nod your head as you cannot say anything. Minju smiles as you affirm her. You make a thumbs up and smile as you can taste the deliciousness of the food.

Minju chuckles with your cheeks stuffed with food. She takes a bite of a piece with a scoop of rice.

You enjoy the food. It helps you forget about what happened a while ago. Finally what you like is blocking what was your old score.

You eat a bite of chicken with some rice. A perfect combination of simple food.

“Feeling better?” Minju asks.

“Yeah, I guess.” Then you blush.

“Wanna talk about it? Wait are you blushing?” She notices you.

“No. No. No! It’s just hot in here.”

Minju smirks. “Well if you want some help with studying then you can just hit me up.”

Your cheeks blush again, even harder this time. You put your hand on your hot cheek and smile. “Sure. Sure.”

~~

Weeks later.

~~

“Jaesung-ah. The test is next week. Wanna study together?” Minju taps your shoulder after class.

“Sure. I’m kind of more confident now. But anything would help.”

“Later at my place?”

“Oh? Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude.”

“Nah— my roommate isn’t going to be at home tonight. So it will just be the two of us.”

“No problems then.”

“Yippie. Anyway got to go. See ya tonight?” Minju starts to run away.

“Okay.” You wave at her.

Uhhhh dammit. She is so hot.

This is so wrong. I shouldn’t do this.

Is this my chance?

You quickly head home to change, wearing something nice, and put on some cologne. This is your chance to impress her. Well time to impress her with more than a friend.

But you are conflicted. All of a sudden you got this urge. You had a crush for a while but now you have this chance out of the blue. You never thought to yourself that you were going to Minju’s dorm alone.

You try to go up to her dorm with your school material, some books and your notes, and a couple of energy drinks to keep you awake. There is a keypad at the entrance. You press the button on Minju’s apartment.

“Who is it?” Minju’s voice comes out of the speaker.

“It’s me.”

As soon as you say that, the door opens. You step into the building and then ride the elevator to the tenth floor. Down the hall to the twenty-ninth room, you see Minju’s door. You knock on it. Outcomes Minju, she is wearing an oversized shirt all the way down to her upper thighs and you assume she is wearing very short shorts underneath.

“Jaesung-ah. Come in.” She leads you inside her one-bedroom apartment. “Leave your stuff on the table. We can get back to that later. Want something to eat first? I have some ramyeon.”

“Sure that sounds good.”

She quickly goes to her small kitchen and prepares the pots and water and boils the water first.

“How’s the trip was it tricky to find my place?”

“No. Not really.”

“Good.” She dunks the noodles in the water and is shortly followed by the seasoning packet. “Please feel free to sit wherever you want.”

You walk first around her apartment, checking it out then the view. Being up in a big building comes with a nice view then you go back to the dining room and sit at the table. Minju comes over with the pot and a couple of pieces of silverware. She sets it down and sits with you.

“So…” She looks at you for a second then prepares a bowl for you.

“Thanks.” You smile as you take your bowl from her.

She prepares a bowl for herself.

“Argh!” The ramyeon is hot. You burnt your tongue while at it. It is even spicier than what you are normally accustomed to.

Minju just sits there and laughs. After seeing you struggle for a bit, she gets up and prepares a glass of water. She hands it over to you.

You take a sip of the water to extinguish the heat that is in your mouth. It is both because it is hot in terms of temperature and taste. You haven’t gotten the heat tolerance that others have, But you still try to eat spicy food with others some have been more successful than others like Minju’s favorite fried chicken place. She always gets the spiciest flavor. She would always try to feed you some but you have to refuse since you do not want to burn your tongue for the millionth time when she asks you to eat some.

“You done with the noodles?” You ask Minju. “Don’t we have to you know?”

“Oh yeah. What subject do you want to study first?”

“Statics.”

“Okay, then where’s your book?” Minju asks you.

You take out the book and lay it next to the table.

“What topic are you struggling with right now?”

“Trusses really, both with method of joints and sections.”

Minju then dives into how to solve using both methods of joints and sections. She was able to give you the desperate help that you need. You may have been busy looking at Minju’s luscious thighs but when you do pay attention you still can get the topic, surprisingly.

You get dazing off by how Minju is your crush and you wisht that she is your girlfriend.

“Jaesung. Jaesung-ah.” Minju tries to snap you out of your trance.

You can get back to reality and look at Minju.

But she stands up and goes to the kitchen.

“Jaesung-ah, do you like me?”

“Noona, what do you mean?”

“I could tell you have a crush on me.”

“Me? Have a crush on you?!” You deny things.

She looks at you in doubt. The face that says she knows even that you are lying.

“Noona….I just….I—”

“Jaesung-ah.” Minju steps closer. One foot goes after the other. Her long legs touch yours. You stay still as Minju sits on your lap and wraps her arms around your neck. “Just tell me you like me.”

“Noona…I…I li—li—like yo…you.”

“Oh, my Jaesung. I like you too.” Minju leans in for a kiss. It touches your lips. The sweet taste of her plump and soft lips is exciting. Minju pulls back.

“Is this your first kiss?”

“Yes…”

“Then I’m happy I’m your first.”

You lean foreheads. “It would have been you.”

“So I’m assuming you haven’t done…it?”

“It? Oh, sex? Ummmm.”

Minju chuckles. “It isn’t something to be ashamed of. We all had our first time.” She touches your cheek with her hand. “You have a condom?”

“Condom? I don’t have a condom. Why would I have a condom?” You question her and yourself.

“Raw?” Minju thinks to herself then shrugs her shoulders. “Sure.” She goes back returning and kisses you. Her hand gets all over you. Your eyes roll back and your mind wanders off.

Minju’s touch is already getting you aroused. Her hand gets up your shirt. It also goes inside your pants. You are already half hard, now with her hand in your pants, pumping your length. You can feel some pre-cum already leaking.

“Come on Jaesung-ah. Let me make you feel good.” Minju whispers into your ear. The sound tickles your ear canals. She licks your ear lobes and gives a quick nibble. She then undresses you, freeing your cock from its cage.

Minju looks down and chuckles for a bit.

“Don’t laugh! Is it small?”

“No. No. It isn’t.” Minju observes it. She inspects it by stroking it gently, then gives a quick lick. Her hand fondles your balls. Her tongue swirls around your tip. Her eyes are fixated on it. She is memorized at your length.

Minju stands up from squatting on the floor near your crotch.

“Are we done?”

Minju nods a no and removes her oversized shirt. Out comes the perkiest pair of tits you have ever seen. They seem to be perfect. Each one is a handful and one that is suckable.

She gets back down on your crotch and starts sucking on your cock. Slowly and gently at first. Her tongue plays around, going around your shaft. Each taste bud is dragging around your cock. While this, her left hand is playing with your balls. A breath of air can be felt as she is down there at your nether regions.

Your eyes roll back as you can feel your cock being pleasured. You let out moans as you could feel your cock being played with. Your hand strokes her head as she strokes your cock with her right hand.

Then things intensify. Minju goes faster. Things went from slow to fast gently. Things become more and more pleasurable. You can hear the sound of gwak gwak on your cock. Minju takes as much cock as she wants. Your length is getting swallowed whole as she plays with you.

You look down at her. Her eyes look up to check if you are enjoying this and you are. When she sees you looking down she gets up again and grabs the hem of her short shorts.

She starts to remove them as she says. “You know as much as I like you I didn’t expect us to have sex on the first date.” Once her shorts and panties are gone, there you can see a bush on her crotch. “I didn’t shave as you can see.” She tosses her shorts aside and grabs your hand. “I hope that doesn’t change anything.

You nod no as she brings you to her bed. She jumps on the bed and reveals her pussy. “You know what to do?”

“I haven’t done this but I’ll try.”

You align your tip to her entrance. Your cock plays a bit by rubbing its bottom part with the lips. Then you go in. Minju shouts as you enter while you moan as you penetrate her. You have always masturbated on her picture but never have you expected you’ll actually be fucking her. You thrust in and out like a monster. You never experience such pleasure if your life.

You get in and out faster and faster. While this Minju pulls you closer to her and initials a kiss between the both of you. You thrust while her tongue enters your mouth.

You go back thrusting in and out. Thins go intense. The bed starts to shake. You can see that Minju’s breasts are jiggling.

Then suddenly, Minju turns you around. She is on top of you while you are at the bottom. She gives you a deep kiss before sitting up. She is on top of your cock. Then she goes forward, backward, and side to side. A gentle rolling motion. Her hands rest on your chest then her fingers start playing with your nipples.

This switch of pace catches you off guard. But at this rate, she is going to make you cum faster than you would think.

“Come on, Jaesong-ah. You wanna cum for me?”

“Yes, noona.”

“Then cum for me. Cum for me hard.” She goes down and whispers in your ear. “Where do you wanna cum?”

You ponder for a moment. “Where can I?”

“Anywhere you want.”

Your heartbeat rises. Your mind races around, pondering where is an acceptable place to cum. You would expect Minju to make you cum anywhere you want.

“I don’t know where.” You reply.

“You want me to choose.” Minju looks at you while she continues to ride you.

“Yes…” You worry.

She leans forward on your face. “Cum in my, Jaesung-ah. Okay? I’ll ride you until your cum, okay?”

You nod your head. Minju is now in control of the situation. She takes over. All of the motion is set by Minju.

She starts to move faster. Her body jumps up and down. She runs her pussy all over your length. Your cock starts to get lubricated by Minju’s juices. This allows her to move faster and faster. MInju starts to orgasm louder after each minute.

Her bedroom is starting to get filled with her loud moans. You start to groan as well. You breathe faster and faster as your wanted orgasm is getting closer.

Minju is pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Then you can feel it. Your stomach starts to tighten, your leg starts to feel weak.

“Noona! I’m going to cum.”

Minju’s eyes brighten. She runs faster and faster.

Then you shoot your cum. Ropes and ropes of cum run out of your cock. A surge of sticky white liquid exits your body. Minju slows down as you finish. But once she stops she gets off.

There you can see your semen leak out of her pussy.

“Don’t worry. I’m on the pill.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I won’t get pregnant.” Minju lays beside you.

“So you have been planning this?”

“Sure. Well if I would do anything like this it would be you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I like you Jaesung-ah. I told you that and it’s obvious that you like me. So, it’s perfect. Ain’t it?”

“I guess it is…”

Minju lays beside you and cuddles up against you. “But did you get my lesson with Statics?”

“Uhhhh…..”

“Aigoo, We’ll have to go thru that lesson again? I want you to pass.”

“Okay, I will. I will.”

“Nice. Goodnight Jaesung-ah.”

“Goodnight noona.”

#Kim Minju #minju smut #izone smut #kpop smut

[pahtoosh]

hii hii

can you pretty please do an imagine where daddy lee is having playtime tickles with the little!reader (little age between a baby and two years old; like still in diapers) and lee knows they love ducks so when he baths the little he quacks at them

and when he goes to put the little to bed the little is jumping on the bed so he tickles them some more but he eventually feeds them a bottle and sings them five little ducks?

sorry if that’s confusing

🍼

ducks and baths

masterlist

18+

wc: 780 words

warnings: lee carries reader, mentions of wearing a diaper, lee gives you a bath, written on my phone while very sleepy

a/n: not confusing at all! ive never written for babyspace before, this was fun to try! please leave any feedback you may have. i would love to get better at this

pairing: lee bodecker x gn!little!reader

summary: Lee’s little is in babyspace. he plays with you before giving you a bath and a bottle.

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Lee ate his dinner while you played on the floor by his feet. He liked it better when you were in your play area with the cushioned mat and nets to keep you in, but you needed to be close to your daddy.

You would cry whenever he set you down and walked away. Finally, he put a blanket down on the kitchen floor with some toys and let you knock down blocks as he watched. Occasionally, he would reach down and make a really tall block tower for you to knock down. He loved hearing your giggles when the colorful wood squares came tumbling down on the fleece-covered linoleum.

You’d already had a bottle, because Lee insisted on feeding you before himself. Even if he spent all day at the station, he’d make sure his baby was taken care of before he even thought about himself. He finished his chicken pot pie and washed the dishes before coming to sit on the floor and play with you for a bit.

He kept making block towers and acting shocked when you knocked them over. He made so many silly faces and gave you a little kiss whenever you laughed, he just couldn’t help himself.

Before Lee knew it, it was getting late.

“C’mon, button. ‘S time for yer bath.” He held out his hands, expecting you to raise your arms so he could pick you up. “Arms up, sugar.”

You looked at your daddy and held out a block.

“No bath, huh? My baby doesn’t want a bath?”

You giggled.

“Well that jus’ won’t do.” Lee tickled you under your chin, making you laugh and squirm. “Stinky babies get tickled, you still wanna be stinky, huh? Still wanna refuse tha bath?”

While being tickled, you managed to say “Baaa.”

Lee stopped tickling you and held your chin in his hands. “What’s that? Ya wanna take a bath now?” He used his hold on your chin to make you nod. “Alright, let’s getcha clean.”

This time, you let Lee pick you up.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

The water was perfectly warm and bubbly by the time Lee placed you in the tub. He tossed in your rubber duckies, grinning at your excited squeals.

Both of you loved bath toys. You loved playing with them and seeing the toys bob up and down in the water. It was especially fun bringing a duck to the very bottom of the tub and watching it rush to the top. Lee would also put bubbles on the ducks to make them look like they had beards or tall hair.

Lee loved the toys because it kept you entertained while he washed your skin and hair. Toys were also a fun way to bond with your little self. Lee would make an absolute fool of himself just to make sure you laugh and have fond memories of playing with him.

“What’s a duckie say, baby?”

“Wah!”

“That’s right, they say quack.”

You giggled.

“Ya think that’s funny? Quack quack.” Lee grabbed a few of your duckies and made them quack at each other. He ended the “duck fight” by dunking them in the water so they could calm down. Then, he traded the situation for a more peaceful playtime with the ducks swimming in harmony.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

The water got cold and bath time was over. Lee patted you dry with a fluffy towel and put lotion and an overnight diaper on you before topping it off with a lightweight onesie. It was still summer in Knockemstiff, so he didn’t want anything that was too warm for you. You usually preferred onesies at night; the compression helped you to sleep and Lee would just change you in the morning when it got hotter.

Lee took a quick shower while you sat on the couch. He rarely let you watch TV, but he turned on the cartoon channel to make sure you didn’t go anywhere. You weren’t catching much of the screen anyway with how sleepy you were getting.

A few too many slow blinks left you leaned on the armrest with the corner of a blanket in your mouth. Lee finished his shower and chuckled to himself when he saw you chewing on the fabric. He gently removed it from your mouth and picked you up, carrying you to the rocking chair.

Lee ensured you were comfortable and reached for the bedtime bottle he prepared after his shower.

“Open up, baby. There ya go,” he whispered.

Lee softly kissed your forehead and rocked the chair as you drank. You fell asleep in your daddy’s arms while he hummed a tune.

#lee bodecker x little!reader #daddy!lee bodecker x little!reader #oneshot #fluff #bath time #babyspace #sfw regression #agere fic #ducks and baths #ducks-and-baths #toosh writes #requests

[countrymusiclover]

5. Adult Talk...

Part 6

Texas Romance

@tyrionsprincess30

Mrs. Cooper was helping with a wedding for the church pastor. Missy and Sheldon were dealing with holding a chicken in their room. And Georgie's dad had done the talk with us. The day started off normal with Georgie and I went in his room reading one of my adventure books that he just had me read to him.

He had us laying on his bed, his fingers playing with my hair as I read aloud while laying on his chest. Georgie sat up once I'd finished the third book making me confused when he asked out of curiosity. "You wanna listen to music?" I put the book down sliding off his lap, as he slides off the otherside of the bed turning on his radio and finding a good music station.

He turns it up a little high and he holds his hands out for me to take with a boyish grin. I placed my hands in his letting him pull me off the bed to my feet. He wore socks but no shoes and I wore no shoes letting my feet feel the carpet as we danced around unknown to us that having his door closed meant bad things outside.

George's POV - Mr. Cooper 

Connie came in yelling at me, aiming a finger towards my son's door. I trusted Y/n, she seemed like a good girl and kept my reckless son in line. But my mother in law thinks otherwise. "They're teenagers if you wait any longer they'll be done."

I rolled my eyes going to his room making them sit on the floor. Apparently that wasn't good enough for connie. "Smart. Nobody ever got pregnant on the floor. Have you had the talk with that boy?"

I replied nervously. "About the thing that a father has with his son.."

Connie slams her beer on the counter. "It's important. What if he knocks that poor girl up. You like y/n because she keeps him out of trouble so I think you should want to look out for both of them!"

I fired back at her. "Is that a stab at me?" She took a drink snapping. "Well it depends..did you knock up my daughter and reunion her life. Oh wait I know the answer."

Connie made me go in his room to see Georgie and y/n tickling each other and reading magazines. Georgie sets his down as y/n froze. "Mr. Cooper, Memaw?" Connie holds a hand out for y/n to take. "The boys need to talk."

Y/n gets up shrugging to Georgie who rolls his eyes. The conversation between us got confusing so I called y/n in for backup. She sits on my side of the bed, looking at my boy. "Georgie what your dad is trying to say is...if we get together like all the way."

She points to her area then to him and puts two fingers together before she keeps going. "We have to be safe and try and not get me pregnant like he did your mom with you. No offense to either of you sir." She puts a hand on my shoulder as I nodded.

Georgie nods his head "ok dad - now please leave" I sighed leaving them alone.

Y/n's POV

Georgie and I ended our dance party to read his magazines. Shortly though I'm interrupted from reading my book by his hands going for my ticklish spots. I started laughing and trying to roll away from him but he ends up pulling me up on his chest holding me. I gripped his shirt and my hands ended up finding his so I started attacking him making him laugh too. I never knew I'd learn to love the sound of something so fast and in this case is Georgie's laugh. Of course he was cute and all but even he learned to like me more than just my appearance.

I cackle in unison with Georgie. "Georgie Cooper!" He laughed back. "Y/n L/n!"

The door opened for us to see Memaw and his dad who slowly came in as I got off his lap blushing. "Mr. Cooper...Memaw?" Georgie rolls his eyes as his dad says. "We need to talk". Memaw took my hand pulling me into the hall as I gave her a confused look.

"What's going on?" She took my hand in hers, explaining softly. "Y/n, you and Georgie are changing-" I cut her short waving my hands around. "Woah hold on. My parents already told me about this. Plus I know Georgie. He'd never force me."

She pulls me in a hug taking a sigh of relief. "Oh darlin'. Thank goodness." We pull apart before going to his room once again.

His dad sits on the bed, confused about what to say. Memaw whispered in his ear. "Let her explain it to him - she knows about it all already." I sat on the bed and Georgie understood what I said telling his dad to leave, finally I laid my head on his chest taking a breath.

"I can't believe they thought we would - you know?" He joked pulling me closer to him for a kiss. "I know right, I can't believe they thought I'd take advantage of my darlin'."

I kissed him back deeply as I sat on his lap, barely breaking the kiss to mutter. "Say it again." He asks looking deep in my eyes. "What?"

I rest my forehead against his lips. "Darlin', I liked the sound of it from you." He nodded his head before asking softly. "You wanna go watch tv?" I nodded yes getting off his lap and we headed to the living room.

Missy came into the room as Georgie and I sat on the couch watching Ducktales. She holds a red book in her hands as I turned the tv volume down to pay attention to her. "Can you help me. I don't understand my homework?" Georgie questioned out in the open resting his hands on his knees. "You're asking me? I don't understand my own homework."

I nudge him in his rib making him whine at me when I asked eager to help her. "What kinda homework is it, Mis?" She shows it to me groaning. "Grammar" I groaned remembering that I always forget the literary devices on tests. "Uh, Missy I'm not good at this. Georgie?" I tilted my head in his direction and he complained just wanting to watch tv.

"I ain't great with grammar y/n.." I directed for Missy to sit down next to him. She said simply. "Well grammar, Is just talking and we talk pretty good." The two of them sat and got confused which meant Georgie taking the remote from me. I ate some chips until Missy turned back clearly sad making me stop eating.

"Y/n, do you think we're stupid?" I stumbled "Missy no. You and Georgie just learn different...everyone does."

Georgie fires back clearly annoyed about his brother's smarts. "Sheldons in college right now and we can't figure out your homework, what'da you think?" Missy gave me sad eyes mostly speaking to her brother. "Sometimes I tell myself that we only look stupid because he's so smart"

Georgie glanced my way and his eyes read 'I need to prove I'm not stupid' "Gimme the book." He tell her determined. I grinned as he took her English book when she sat down.

I laid my head on his shoulder as they started doing the work. Missy joked when they learned what a verb was making me laugh a little. "We suck at homework". Georgie taps my thigh with his pencil making me focus on him. "The first sentence on your homework is 'most people in the country'"

Missy and I both say together. "I don't see an action word". I smiled when Missy announced slightly happy "Georgie, y/n. I don't think this is a sentence."

Georgie handed her the book and pencil to fix it, encouraging her in an adorable way. "Put a verb in their girl". He lays an arm around me as I hugged him gently grinning big.Later we were in his room just laying on his bed cuddling in silence before a note was slipped under his door. I sat up seeing it making Georgie sit up too. He got off his bed picking it up to reveal Missy's homework with a 100% at the top.

I dangle my legs off the bed asking out of curiosity. "What is it, Georgie?"

He hands it to me and a smirk meets my lips at hearing Missy outside the door. "Did you cry when you saw it?"

Georgie glanced at me as I held my hand over my mouth to conceal my laughter caused by his little sister. "No"

Missy asks in a high pitched voice. "Why not?"

Georgie tells her annoyed. "Because it's not that big of a deal". I couldn't stop the words from coming out as I playfully grinned at the boy I'm dating as he placed it on his wall with a small tack. "Not a big deal, huh Georgie."

He shook his head no saying I wasn't helping him hide the fact. "Did you hang it on your wall?" Missy's voice called through the door and I flopped back on his bed cackling in laughter.

Georgie told her as she kept singing it on the other side of his bedroom door. "Get out of here!"

He comes over to me, sitting beside me as I keep laughing until he tells me amazed at himself. "I got an A, y/n" I finally controlled my laughter to roll on my side to face him, grinning big. "I shouldn't say this but...I told you so."

He rolled his eyes pulling me up on his lap to kiss me playfully. "Come'ere, darlin'." I smiled poking him lightly. "Ok my smart texan" We fell back on the bed making out along with laughs. 

Comments really appreciated ❤️

#texas romance #georgie cooper x reader #georgie cooper #montana jordan #george cooper #mary cooper #missy cooper #young sheldon meemaw #sheldon cooper #meemaw #teenage romance #high school best friend #young sheldon #the big bang theory #wattpad fanfiction #comments really appreciated

[nickfowlerrr]

Hi Bella! Happy anniversary 🎉🥳. I've been thinking about PWYC and how Bucky and reader's relationship is progressing. What do you think Bucky would do for a date night? Does he pull out all the stops? Keep it a bit more low key? They had a pretty rough start to their relationship, but now that they're settling into the inevitable (🤣), I like to think he'd make her feel special, while still being himself. Thanks for indulging and CONGRATULATIONS 👏🏾🥳

date night

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pairing: pwyc!bucky x curvy!reader

words: 688

notes: hello!! and thank you so much 🥰 i definitely see date nights with these two a lot more private and low key. i think bucky enjoys taking her out and showing her off, but he knows she prefers staying in most of the time. he still goes all out for their dates, though, no matter where they are. here’s a little date night drabble 🖤

“Bucky?” you called into the house as you walked inside. You received no response but saw the lights on upstairs.

You set down your keys and purse and slipped your shoes off before heading up to the bedroom. You expected to find Bucky when you walked in, but there was only a small shopping bag on the bed. You looked in the bathroom and down the hall before taking out your phone and calling Bucky.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he answered smoothly.

“Where are you?” you asked, confused.

“Are you home?” he asked in return.

“Yeah, I’m upstairs. Where are you?”

“Did you get my present?”

“Bucky,” you sighed, rolling your eyes.

“Open it and put it on, then meet me in the back. And don’t cover up, either. I wanna see you in it.”

“What is it?”

“Open it and you’ll see,” he said before ending the call. You sighed and braced yourself for whatever you were about to pull out of the bag.

It was an all black pair of high waisted ruched bikini bottoms and a matching bikini top. You sucked your teeth and shook your head lightly.

“Great,” you muttered to yourself.

After changing, you made your way downstairs and out into the backyard. As soon as you slid open the back door, you were greeted with the unmistakable smell of barbeque. You walked out and found yourself smiling at the sight of Bucky, shirtless and clad in only a pair of swim trunks as he stood at the pit grilling chicken. Looking over at the covered patio area, you saw the new movie projector Bucky had installed all set up and a load of pillows and blankets around a cushioned patio bed in place of the table and chairs that normally occupied the space.

“That’s new,” you said, alerting him to your presence.

“Fuck, I knew it’d look good,” he smirked as he walked toward you, pulling you toward him as he looked you up and down, drinking you in.

You bit your lip, as you wrapped your arms around him, leaning against him as you looked up to meet his eyes.

“Thanks,” you said trippingly. “What’s all that?” you asked, gesturing to the newest addition in patio furniture.

“I remember you said you’d always wanted to have an outdoor movie night, so we’re having one.”

You felt your eyes light up at that as Bucky beamed down at you.

“Dinner is almost done and I got everything set up over there.”

“This is unexpected.. And really nice, Bucky. All for little ol me?” you laughed breathily.

“Everything I do is for little ol you, pretty girl,” he said as a smile graced your face.

“Thank you,” you said before standing on your tiptoes to kiss him. You pulled away from him and he went back to grilling. “So, it’s a movie night…what are the swimsuits for?”

“Thought we could sit in the hot tub later,” he explained. “Maybe swim a bit before I fuck you by the pool.”

You paused a moment before laughing lightly at his certainty.

“Oh?” you scoffed. “You sound pretty sure that’s gonna happen.”

He smirked, turning back around and eyed you brazenly once again.

“I am. In fact,” he simpered as he got closer to you, leaning down so his face was to yours, “I’m not just gonna fuck you by the pool,” he breathed.

As he held you by your hips, he placed a kiss to your lips in between each pause he made as he spoke.

“I’m gonna fuck you in the pool…and on that new daybed…and in the hot tub…then I’m gonna take you back to our room and make you come over and over until you’re crying and begging me to stop.”

Your mouth went dry and eyes lowered as he spoke so assuredly and pulled you flush to him, eliciting a light gasp from you.

“Oh?” you breathed.

“Does that sound good to you?” he asked cockily.

You shrugged lightly, nodding, trying to cover up a shiver.

“Yeah,” you whispered against his lips, eyes heavy with sudden lust. “That, that sounds good.”

#pwyc series #bellasburdens one year celebration 💙 #dark bucky #soft dark bucky x plus size reader #soft dark bucky x reader #soft dark bucky #dark bucky x plus size reader #plus size!reader #dark!bucky #soft!dark bucky #soft!dark bucky barnes #asks #emberenchanted #soft!dark bucky barnes x reader #dark!bucky x curvy!reader #soft!dark bucky x curvy!reader

[eddiessidegirl]

🎀The Little Things🎀

Summary: A normal Friday evening between Eddie and his significant other

Pairing: Cargiver!Eddie x little!Reader

Warnings: Standard 18+ for my blog, this is a fluff piece, however, mentions of age regression, CGl dynamic, use of pet names. I think that’s it? (Let me know if

Word count: 794

It had been a long and gruelling week, Eddie had been busy at the record store he’d opened, and you’d been going through the motions at the office, dealing with all the sexist assholes there. All you wanted to do was go home and be with your boyfriend and relax. When the clock read 5pm you hurried your things into your purse and rushed out the door. You could feel the slip beginning, and the closer you got to Eddie’s van waiting for you in the parking lot the faster it was happening.

See, not only was Eddie your boyfriend of 4 years, he was also your Caregiver and Daddy when you regressed mentally. He took care of you, made sure you were ok and didn’t let anything bad happen to you. He could see your face morph as you reached the door, your eyes widening a little, an a childish look came across your features. Opening the door for you he allowed you to kick your shoes off in the passenger area and placed a gentle hand on the back of your head.

“You doing ok there, bun?” He called you by his pet name for you, “feeling little?” You nodded, not wanting to talk at the moment. All you wanted to do was vibe in the car and listen to the music letting your Daddy’s energy was over you. He nodded back to you and drove carefully back to your small shared apartment, which was just perfect for the both of you. Situated just on the outskirts of Hawkins, it was perfect for two people who wanted the comforts of home but the separation you both yearned for from the people who treated you like hell.

By the time his van pulled into his parking space you’d completely regressed, Eddie came around to your side and opened the door before scooping you and your purse up. “Shoes can wait” he remarked as you bounced in his arms, giggling with each step. If anyone saw you it would look simply like a young couple very much in love. And you loved that because you were, even after this long you loved him just as much as the early days. He was perfect.

Once inside he placed you gently on the bed, pulled your favourite stuffed animal out, a tiger named Doodle, and set him beside you while Eddie made his way to the kitchen to make you a dinner of chicken nuggets and fries. While he was gone you edged your way to the end of the bed and padded your feet to where the tv remote was, “wanna watch cartoons…” your eyes scanned the remote but you didn’t know what to do with it. After a couple seconds you toddled your way to the kitchen to ask for help.

“Daddy..? Can help?” Your hand held out the remote control a look of confusion and slight frustration on your pouting face, he laughed “of course babydoll, let’s get you changed into your pjs too so you can be comfortable.”

His hands gently helped you out of your clothes and he allowed you to pick out the jammies, “green ones, please” sliding them over your legs and head Eddie picked you up and turned on the television “Tiny Toons!” You yelled happily when you saw the bright colors and your favourite character, Buster on screen. Ruffling your hair once you were sufficiently distracted, Eddie went to change his clothes and finish making dinner and bring it to you. On your tray there was also a silly cup of Yoohoo, the other half of the bottle in a glass for him.

Eventually you began to get sleepy, one of the nuggets falling from your fingers as your started to drift off. Eddie carried all the dishes to the kitchen, “later…” he said to himself, heading back to the bedroom, and took you into his arms. Peppering your face with soft kisses, he tucked you, Doodle, and himself into bed.

“Love you Daddy…” you murmured, curling into his chest, holding on to his shirt and your tiger against your chest.

He smiled down at your face, more in love with you than ever, “love you too, bun” his body tucking close, he free hand grabbing his well-read copy of The Hobbit to read while you slept, soon you’d be awake and ready to tell him about your day at work. Until then he just enjoyed the moment with the love of his life.

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[ariesbilly]

may I request additional info on your east coast billy? inquiring minds, and all...

hnnnn okay. makes my brain go brrr

i just think there is a high possibility he's got family somewhere in the new york/jersey/rhode island area. i like to believe his mother comes from a big italian family lmao and he's spent enough time around them that he started to pick up on an accent that only really comes out on certain words (this ABSOLUTELY gets thicker when hes drunk and leaves everyone very confused)

if we're going with canon timeline then he wouldve only been around these people for a few years of his life and lost all ties with them after his mom left. (though ive stated previously i like to imagine she has a sister billy still kept in touch with)

but i think he should reunite with them! and if they ever find out what neil was doing.... neils not gonna make it out of that one hes gonna get his ass beat. like god intended. but i digress

all i know is this is east coast billy a million trillion percent

something about the gold jewelry specifically just... the girls who get it get it. also dying thinking about billy taking max and steve to the east to meet his family and he immediately turns into a guido, entire personality changing and steve and max are like "what the fuck is going on who is this ???"

if we wanna talk about a billy who grew up on the east coast? i mean you think hes bad now... like its just billy but amplified by a thousand. the catholicism? through the fucking roof. actively attending mass every sunday. praying to st anthony. the feasts! (ive still never experienced a feast rip to me thats another story). also the east coast is already very take no bullshit, abrasive attitude. so like hes got the personality for it... itd just be so much worse lmao

the hair would be bigger! floofier. well... crispier. the higher the hair the closer to god.

east coast italian billy would be such a mamas boy and like hE ALREADY IS LIKE HIS CHARACTER IS ALREADY SET FOR THIS SHIT DO YOU UNDERSTAND!!!! just gotta like change some appearance things and youre ready to go.

you just gotta come from that environment to understand idk you had to be there lmao but i want billy with a big family so he isnt trapped with neil constantly and i want him slathering himself in baby oil while he sits on his little lawn chair out in his tiny patch of grass soaking up the sun while he chainsmokes causing 75 kinds of cancers at once while his nonna is frying up chicken cutlets for dinner these are the things i think about

#all the stories ive been told about the havoc my family used to wreak on each other at barbecues and shit back in the day.... #thats what i want for him #briana answers things

[petri808]

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@thenaluarchive Nalu Week 7-part story

If there’s one good thing about the Kona side of the island, it’s an abundance of outdoor activities to do. And if you don’t have the right supplies, you can rent them. Want to kayak, go snorkeling, how about paddle boarding, or surfing— no problem.

As a local girl, Lucy knew the better spots, tucked away from the throngs of tourists. So when the group decided to have a beach day, they packed up a picnic, their towels and rented surfboards for the guys, then headed down to a place nicknamed Pine Trees. Lucy didn’t know why it was called that since there were no pine trees in the area, but the name had stuck.

It was a gorgeous beach park, with a white sand beach strewn with coral shells, a spattering of heliotrope and hau trees for shade, and because it was a weekday, practically devoid of other humans. An oasis surrounded by fields of lava and ocean trade winds to keep one cool on their relaxing getaway.

“So,” Gray questioned the girls as he waxed down his board, “what are you guys gonna do while we’re surfing?”

“Exactly what we’re doing now,” responded Levy as she laid back on her towel.

Lucy giggled and followed suit. “Time to make up for a lost tan.”

“You sure, you don’t wanna try?” Natsu asked. “I can teach you.”

“No, thank you,” Lucy smiled. “You boys go have your fun.”

The girls spent the first half of day tanning before the Kona sun became too hot, while the boys took advantage of the swells breaking nicely offshore. By lunch time, Lucy and Levy set up a large blanket under one of the shade trees, then waved the boys back in to eat. They’d picked up bento boxes stuffed with local favorites. Rice, always the staple starch topped with furikake. Chicken katsu, teriyaki barbecue meat, spam, and red hot dogs cut in half.

“Anyone want my spam,” asked Gray.

“What’s wrong with spam?” Levy questioned. “I’ve seen you eat spam musubi before.”

“I don’t mind the musubi from 7-11, but I still don’t care for it by itself,” Gray answered.

But before anyone else could respond, Natsu snatched it from his friend. “I’ll take it.”

“Pfft, figures you eat anything,” Gray teased.

After lunch, the group relaxed together chatting casually about things. How’d each of them do that semester, any summer plans, complaints about professors, just typical college kids banter. It was a great way to wind down from a perfect day.

“Come on, it’s fun,” Natsu whined, “I promise I won’t let you fall off.”

“I don’t know…” Lucy hesitated. She drew circles in the sand as she debated the idea of being out of her comfort zone.

“You don’t have to stand up, and I’ll do all the work.”

Lucy halted at his chosen words, sure it was just an innocent statement, but nevertheless…

“Okay, okay,” she finally agreed. “Just for a little while.”

Natsu leaned closer, placing his hand on hers, and halting her sand circles. “This sunset’s gonna be even more gorgeous now.”

“Pfft!” Lucy playfully slapped his chest. “You goof.” He always said the damndest things to her!

But it didn’t phase Natsu. He stood up and helped Lucy to her feet. “I promise,” he squeezed the hand he still held on to and grinned. “You’re gonna love this.”

Lucy blushed from his infectious enthusiasm. Ugh, why did he always send her heart skipping!

After wading out a couple feet, Natsu held the board steady for Lucy to climb onto. Once she was seated with her legs under her for balance, he pushed off from the shoreline. Lucy held on to the sides of the board as Natsu kicked as hard as he could to get them past the wave break where the water was calmer. Once satisfied, he hoisted himself onto the board with her, and took a place right behind her. He kept his legs dangling in the water to help with balance.

The board rocked gently with the waves, soft lapping sounds as it broke against the board. Lucy sighed, okay, this wasn’t so bad, she thought. It was a little chilly though from the breeze. She crossed her arms across her chest to warm them, when she felt more warmth filling her from behind. Natsu had scooted forward while pulling her back until they were back to chest, then loosely wrapped his arms around her waist.

A companionable silence fell between them because Lucy was too afraid to ruin the moment… THEY WERE HAVING A MOMENT! Her cheeks heated up. Thank goodness, Natsu couldn’t see how such a small gesture was affecting her! ‘Cool it, girl and focus on the sunset!’

And there was something to be said about Kona sunsets. The sky didn’t have to be perfectly clear to still be amazing. In fact, any spattering of clouds only added to the color effects, breaking up into horizontal bands of reddish oranges turned pinks and purples, with a bright deep yellow at the core. Lucy couldn’t remember the last time she’d paid attention to a sunset, was it always this beautiful? So taken with everything, she relaxed against Natsu without thinking anything more about it.

Satisfied that Lucy had fully relaxed, Natsu tightened his hug and whispered close. “Told you it was gorgeous…”

#nalu #nalu week 2022 #simply nalu 2022 #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #fairy tail #part 2

[purplesurveys]

1590

What color are your eyes? They’re dark brown.

Is anyone you work with currently on maternity leave or vacation? Yeah, this girl I work with for the same client but is from a different agency. Come to think of it she’s been out since around May or June.

Favorite boy’s name? I’ve taken a liking to the names Liam, Noah, Jacob, and Seth.

Baked macaroni and cheese or regular? Ooh, I love me some good baked mac.

What’s the first thing you learned how to draw? It had to have been either a stick figure or a house.

Name one of your friends’ children: None of my friends have kids, but I’m already ready to be the best aunt lol.

What was the name of your 5th grade teacher? Her name is Victoria. I remember her coming off as intimidating since she’s a little older than the rest of the other teachers in the level, but is actually quite nice (and funny) if you get to know her better. I wonder how she’s doing; I hope she’s been healthy.

Sterling silver or titanium? Uhhhh don’t really have a preference on this one.

How many hours do you work in a day? It can range anywhere from 8 to like 15 on a bad day.

Have you ever been to a casino? I’ve been in one, but I only walked past the different slots(?) and roulettes since I had been a few days shy of turning 18 at the time. Now that I’m 24 I think I would still steer clear since I don’t want to fall into that trap.

Who wrote the last book you read? No clue.

What’s the middle name of your bestfriend? Not sharing that.

What’s your favorite food? These days, it’s fried chicken and waffles.

How far away do you live from the closest aquarium? An hour and a half away.

Favorite girls name? Mia, Charlotte, Elizabeth. Wyatt and Elliott are also growing on me.

Name one of your candle scents: I like scents that are supposed to remind you of the sea.

What’s the name of your favorite restaurant? This local Korean restaurant that’s a 15 minute drive away. Owner’s Korean, so every single meal is as Korean as it gets. My only wish is that they start serving miyeokguk since I’m sure many people go there for birthday feasts and such.

Are you in a relationship? If so, how long? I haven’t been in a relationship in like two years, and am not interested in getting in one any time soon.

Who in your family has a birthday in January? My dad, on the last day of the month.

When was the last time you lost power? How long was it out and the cause? September. There was a typhoon at the time so our area and the neighboring cities lost electricity then; it was out for pretty much the entire afternoon, which was a big inconvenience since I had work that day and data wasn’t doing its job very well.

Do you know any twins? I know my sister had a couple of classmates who were sets of twins.

What’s your favorite flower? Peonies. Pick 3 random colors: Olive, pastel pink, purple.

Would you ever dye your hair that color? My hair is already purple; I’ve also been meaning to dye my hair olive someday. I’m not a fan of pink hair on me, though; too bright for my liking.

Do you own any underwear that color? Just in pink.

Can this be used as a last name? Everyone in this country has Hispanic surnames so if you encounter people with colors as their last name, they are most likely expatriates lol.

What’s your favorite country song? Not a fan of country.

Do you drink alcohol? Yeah, largely in social settings. I try to cut back on drinking on my own as I don’t want to form a habit.

Do you use any food delivery services such as UberEats, DoorDash, etc? Yeah, I get Grab like 1-2 times a week.

What color is your mailbox? We don’t have one.

What age did you lose your virginity? I was 18.

Dogs or cats? Dogs.

Do you know anyone who’s been to prison? I do. What’s one thing on your shopping list? I wanna restock on Bibimmyeon noodles so bad. The first time I bought it I only got one pack in case I ended up not liking it, but it was SO good and my tastebuds have been looking for it ever since lol.

Freeze tag or musical chairs? Musical chairs, because I was good at it.

Where did you go on your last vacation? Batangas. Have you ever been stuck in the mud? I don’t think I have.

What was the last thing you took a picture of? My ticket to Seonho’s fanmeet! I can’t believe I’m seeing him :’) He was my first post-breakup fixation, so my relationship with him holds so a lot more meaning and significance than my other fandoms. Start-Up gave me something to sink my teeth into during my major depression days; from there I started watching 2 Days 1 Night too and Seonho had always been my favorite. I’m really excited and I’m gonna have to try not cry when I see him lol

Name someone you work with: Bea. How far away is the closest Walmart? Idk...978937438483433 miles maybe.

Chick-fil-A, Taco Bell or McDonald’s? McDonald’s only because it’s the most accessible. Taco Bell is GREAT but we only have like 4 branches and all of them are too far for me to be willing to travel. No Chick-Fil-As here and besides, I’ve heard they’re quite problematic too? I think it’s anti-LGBT sentiments, if I remember correctly.

Did you ever get an allowance as a child? It was starting in high school. I had packed food throughout grade school.

What food do you see the most of at baby showers? I’ve never even been to one.

Do you know the capital of your state? We don’t have states but yeah I know the capital of what our equivalent is.

Have you ever rode on a motorcycle? Just a scooter, never a motorcycle.

When’s the last time you ate any type of sweet? Yesterday when I had these Milo bites that tasted a lot like Maltesers.

Pizza rolls or bagel bites? PIZZA ROLLS

What kind of flooring is in the room you’re in? Concrete.

Is the internet connection good where you live at? Yeah. I’m at the rooftop and I am right in front of our giant wifi antenna lol so I’d be pretty shocked if the connection is bad here. Do you need to do laundry? Nope.

What’s your favorite scent? The sea, bakeries, and freshly-brewed coffee.

Have you ever lived in a hotel before? Nope.

What kind of pets does your grandmother have? My paternal grandma has like 5 dogs; she has always been a huge dog lover; and actually, Kimi was a gift from her. She was always so amazed that Kimi outlived the rest of his family and lived for as long as he did :)

Do you follow any type of trials? Like...subscription trials? I have no ongoing ones.

What’s the last show you really got into that you have to wait for the next season of? The only ongoing series I enjoy is The Crown. Otherwise, I’m not a fan of following shows that are currently on air because I haaaaaate waiting.

SpongeBob or Patrick? Spongebob. Patrick is hilarious but his stupidity can annoy me at times hahaha.

When’s the last time you saw fireworks? During the now-trauma-inducing PR event I handled last June. The event I lost so much sleep for, lost a part of myself for, and the event that forced me to put my grief for Kimi aside. Fuck that client forever.

Have you ever witnessed a car accident? Not as it happened, but I have seen hundreds of accident aftermaths.

Do you own a pair of fuzzy socks? No.

What kind of ice cream is your favorite? Those that have hard chocolate shells YUM

Have you ever been skinny dipping? Nooooo, not a fan of the idea. I could never do that, even around close friends.

Sprinkles or frosting? Frosting.

Do you like mushrooms? Love them. I had the most amazing mushroom soup at our company Christmas party last Friday and this question just made me crave it all over again.

How many tattoos do you have? Zero. Do you own any type of hand sanitizers? Yeah I have a BT21 one hahaha.

Have you ever worked in a grocery store? I haven’t.

What’s your Subway order? I never order Subway. I don’t dislike it, but it’s just never been a go-to choice.

When was the last time you used the bathroom? An hour ago.

Do you know how to roller skate? I mean I can’t do tricks, but I can keep my balance and glide. I used to own a pair as a kid and would practice nonstop around the house.

Can you read sheet music? No.

How old is your youngest sibling? 19.

Do you have an Amazon account? No.

What day is payday? I’d rather not share that.

What’s one food your family has at Thanksgiving? At what?

Do you like painting? I love looking at paintings, but I rarely do it myself. When I do, it’s through paint by number kits; I’ve never actually crafted a portrait on my own.

Have you ever been swimming with dolphins? I haven’t. I’d rather watch them from a distance.

What’s your favorite snack food? Mozzarella sticks.

You’re watching Law & Order, is it the regular or SVU? I’ve never been into that. Not a big fan of crime series in general, actually.

What were you doing last time it snowed? I’ve never seen snow.

Do you have to sleep with a fan on? Only during the summer. I can usually go through nights with the fan turned off as long as the aircon is on.

Chapstick or lip gloss? I don’t use either.

When was the last time you took a shower? This morning before I headed to the mall to pick up my ticket.

Do you know how to play basketball? No, I’ve never understood the more specific rules; and am even more awful at the court in the handful of times I was forced to play basketball.

Name one thing you put on a salad: I just like spicy tuna salad; and that has lettuce, tuna sashimi, spicy mayo, and sometimes panko. Do you own anything that’s your favorite color? Yeah my wallet is pink.

What’s the last thing you ordered from a Mexican restaurant? Nachos and grilled chicken.

Do you carry a purse or a backpack? I always use shoulder bags.

What kind of soda is your favorite? I don’t enjoy soda but in the times I’m too shy to decline, I just go for Sprite.

Have you ever cut yourself shaving? Sure, but for the most part I shave carefully and very gingerly because seeing blood come out of me makes my entire body turn into jelly lol 

Penguins or pandas? That’s so tough! But I think I’ll go with pandas heheh.

Do you like your in-laws? I love the one in-law I have (cousin-in-law) and wish I can hang out with her more! That’s probably more possible now that my cousin and she are engaged; should make that a goal this 2023 :)

What do you usually do for Christmas? We usually hop around our relatives and their houses so we can celebrate Christmas with them. Within our immediate family, we open gifts on the 24th.

Have you ever used any type of Aromatherapy? Yeah, we have an essential oil diffuser that I’d use from time to time.

Toe socks or ankle socks? Ankle.

Who’s your favorite Pokémon character? Ho-Oh.

What’s the temperature range in your area? 27ºC to 5,000,000ºC.

Does your trash need to be taken out? Not anymore; we take it out every evening and I think that’s been done already.

Nachos or chips and salsa? Nachos; the more customizable the better.

What’s the name of your pets? Cooper and Agi.

Have you been around anyone that creeped you out? I guess, but thankfully it’s always just been people I encounter in passing.

What’s your Chick-fil-A order? I’ve never had Chick-Fil-A.

Regular or pink lemonade? Regular, I guess. I’m not familiar with pink lemonade and idk what it’s in it.

Do you know anyone who’s lost their house in a natural disaster? No, but living in a typhoon-prone country there is usually always someone I know - relatives, friends - who have had to deal with major flooding and damages to their furniture after a typhoon.

What’s your favorite candy? Gummy candies.

Chinese or Japanese cuisine? Japanese. Chinese culture is so deeply ingrained in ours that their cuisine might as well be considered pseudo-Filipino at this point hahaha, and I’d rather explore other cuisines.

Colored pencils or sharpies? It depends what I’m using them for.

Do you own a pair of Crocs? Nah but I’m badly considering getting a pair just for the Jibbitz.

Have you ever been to DisneyWorld? Nope.

Does anyone in your family have a birthday in February? Yes, one of my uncles (mom’s brother).

How long does it take for your phone to fully charge? 45 minutes to an hour.

What color is your hairbrush? Purple.

Is there any movies out that you want to see? No.

Do you know how to run a cash register? I don’t.

Chicken or beef noodles? Uh, pork belly hahaha. What year did you get your drivers license? 2016.

Do you have any piercings? I do but I haven’t put earrings on them in years. Amazingly enough neither has closed up this entire time.

What kind of makeup do you wear? In the times I have to put my PR personality on for events and (begrudgingly) put on makeup, I head towards my sister’s foundation, eyeshadow, concealer, and highlighter; and if I have enough energy for it, eyeliner.

What’s your Taco Bell order? I just get one of their burritos. Idk what they call it.

Do you wear any type of shimmer spray or glitter? No.

Have you ever lived in a trailer/doublewide? Nopes.

What’s your boyfriends/girlfriends middle name? I don’t have one.

Are you into anime? Mm, not really. I watched Pokemon and Slam Dunk as a kid but that’s it. As an adult, the only anime thing I’ve watched and enjoyed is Kimi no Na wa.

Pizza or nacho lunchables? Idk what Lunchables are.

Have you ever been to a strip club? I’ve never been but that’s long been on my bucket list to experience entering one even just once haha.

Do you know how to play any instruments? Nope.

Have you ever been inside of a courtroom? Not the smaller ones. I’ve been to the House of Representatives though - once, for a journalism assignment.

What kind of restaurants do you eat at while you’re on vacation? We definitely try the local cuisines/delicacies. Places like McDonald’s and other fast food options are a big no-no in our family when we’re traveling.

Did you ever participate in any pageants when you were younger? No, and I’m glad my family never put me in them.

What kind of cheese is your favorite? Mozzarella, burrata, and feta.

Does your phone have any cracks or scuffs? MIRACULOUSLY enough it doesn’t. It’s been 10 months and it looks the same as the day I bought it.

Have you ever had a professional massage? Just once. But I didn’t like how you have to strip down to your underwear; it made me really uncomfortable so I haven’t booked another appointment since then. Masseuse was amazing at her job though.

Which would you rather have, twins or triplets? Oof, just one kid at a time please.

Do you drink energy drinks? No, I’m scared of them and their possible effects on my body lol.

Can you swim? I mean, I honestly don’t think I’d last long if I found myself in like a shipwreck and had to tread for hours on end. But if by ‘swimming’ you meant if I knew strokes, then yeah I know a number of them. I took swimming classes as a child and also had PE classes where swimming was mandatory.

Make the perfect taco salad: I don’t eat taco salads.

Have you ever lived with friends or a roommate? Never have.

Who in your family has a birthday in March? Two of my cousins and my late maternal grandpa.

What kind of pasta do you like? Spaghetti and fettuccine.

Do you know how to play volleyball? Sure. It’s a lot easier to understand than basketball, for sure.

How much decorating do you do around the holidays? Not much. We just put a tree up and have that decorated as fuck with a million trinkets and that’s it.

Have you ever been on a cruise? I have.

At what age did you learn how to tie your shoes? I was around 5 and had to learn since we had an ‘exam’ on it in kindergarten. Basically you had to demonstrate that you know how to tie your own shoelaces.

Oreos or chocolate chip cookies? Chocolate chip cookies. Oreo biscuits themselves taste too manufactured for me and I prefer it incorporated in other sweets, like cheesecake and ice cream.

What did you dress up for Halloween as a child? I didn’t go trick or treating all that much and the one notable costume I remember putting on was Tinkerbell.

Can you count to ten in Spanish? Yes, thanks to all the hours spent watching Dora.

Name a character from your favorite TV show: Gus Fring, absolute badass of a man.

Do you like going to arcades? They’re okay, but they aren’t my main idea for a fun time with friends as for the most part I find them pretty crowded. I also feel too old for them sometimes lol.

What was the last personal care item you bought from the store? A razor.

Airplanes or helicopters? Airplanes. 

Have you ever been camping for more than a week? Nopes.

What kind of meat do you like the most? Pork belly.

Do you actually stop and pet dogs you actually see? Stray dogs, yes. I feel that they need so much more of the world’s kindness. But if it’s a pet dog, I typically would just say hi from a distance; I’ll only pet if the owner goes first and gives me a go-signal to do so, and if the dog does not look stressed.

Have you ever been in an ambulance? No. What’s the craziest thing you’ve found at a hotel before? In Singapore our room had switches that would draw the curtains open and close. It was such a simple piece of technology that I’m sure first-world countries have anyway, but as someone from the Philippines I was so amazed haha.

How far is the closest Target? Refer to my answer for Wal-Mart.

Snakes or spiders? Snakes.

What’s your Panera Bread order? What?

Do you have any cool keychains? My Tata ones :)

How old is your oldest living grandparent? My maternal grandma turned 76 yesterday.

Do you watch movies? Yes, but not nearly as often as I used to.

Who in your family has a birthday in April? Me and my brother.

Have you ever had your nails done professionally? I don’t think so.

What color Christmas tree do you use? Green.

What’s your go to dipping sauces? Spicy mayo, mayo + ketchup, soy sauce, sesame oil, gochujang sauce.

Do you know how to properly pack a U-Haul truck? No...I’m not sure I know what that is, either.

What was your least favorite math? Calculus and trig were so pointless and useless to me. I HAAATED taking those classes in senior year knowing I was headed towards a journalism course lol.

Have you ever been published in a magazine? Possibly.

What color is your snow gloves? I don’t own a pair of those.

How old were you when you last went to the dentist? 24. I went a few times a couple of months ago to get my teeth cleaned, get x-rays done, and have a wisdom tooth pulled out. Do you own a printer? We don’t. My family just doesn’t print that often enough to get a printer altogether.

What’s your Applebees order? I’ve never eaten at the one Applebees branch that we have in the country.

Do you bring home seashells from the beach? I would never do that.

What kind of video games do you play? I don’t really play video games. My skillset is largely limited to phone app games, hahaha.

Is anyone in your family in law enforcement? No. I remember one of my uncles (dad’s brother) enrolling at I think it was a police academy??? but nothing came out of that I believe and he ended up just switching career fields.

How long ago was the last funeral you attended? The last wake I attended was Nacho’s in 2019. I’ve never been to a funeral.

What color is the blanket on your bed? Pink.

Where did you get your name from? First name was from my dad; my second name was picked by my mom.

Do you wear lipstick? Nope.

What’s a fruit you dislike? Mangoes.

What kind of donuts do you like? Ones with a chocolate glaze.

Do you know how to braid hair? I never learned how to.

What’s one accessory you wear? I don’t really. I always have a black hairtie on my wrist but I know that barely counts lol.

How many hoodies/jackets do you own? Less than ten, I know that much.

What was the last name of the road you lived on? Wow, I’m not sharing that.

What brand of chocolate do you prefer? Reese’s.

Nike or Adidas? Nikeeeeeeeeee. I might be handling Adidas at work but I’ll always be a Nike girl.

What will your future wedding colors be? Do I even know if I’ll be getting a wedding? Do you have a phone mount in your car? No. I really need one though considering I use Waze every time I drive, even during the times I know where I’m going.

Make the perfect omelet: Cheese, tomatoes, bell peppers, few bits of jalapeño. Sometimes ketchup.

What’s the name of the air freshener closest to you? There isn’t one near me.

[white--moon]

He scoffs. “You sounded traumatized about my sleeping arrangements, and it hasn’t even happened yet.” That’s mostly his way of calling Shiro a big, fucking liar. Or else he was faking it, and… to be fair, he might’ve been. Shiro has a little dramatic flair when he feels like it. Which is often.

“Is that your way of saying they’ll tell you things you didn’t know that they normally wouldn’t say to your face for fear that you’d step on them?” He’s surprised Shiro doesn’t have more lackeys hoping to be stepped on. But Shiro probably does enjoy the shit show of it all. Even Ichigo doesn’t hate it as much as he used to. It’s growing on him.

There’s so much vindication in watching Shiro nearly choke to death on that drink. A past him would’ve been soaring, but now, Ichigo settles for an amused look and waits to make sure he’s breathing again. He doesn’t even look away to give Shiro space to collect himself. Fuck that. He earned that. He almost tells Shiro he’ll gather his list, but he doesn’t think Shiro would believe he had one anyway. Then Ichigo wonders if he’d even notice another person in the bed if it ever actually happened. But the conversation turns serious again, so he leans back. He can think of a half dozen ways to say what he’s thinking for once, but chickens out. “Good point. No, I probably won’t kill you.” He dredges up a smirk. “But you’re giving me lots of practice if I decide to try again.”

He startles when a plate slides in front of him. He hadn’t even been vaguely aware of anyone else around him, which is suicidal with the kind of things he’s been up to and the area of the city they’re in. “Shit. Thanks.”

He snorts. "I'm not traumatized by your bedding, being warm and comfortable is just nice." And having a bed with plenty of wiggle room is nice too, but that part just means he has a good excuse to get extra close to Ichigo.

Ichigo says that like he's skeptical, which is fair. "Not really. I mostly just wanna watch them squirm while they try to come up with something to say on the fly." He either gets entertainment, or a heads up about what's being said. There's really no downside to poking around.

He'd be embarrassed about his accidental almost suicide if he weren't too busy being flustered about the question and trying to figure out an answer. And Ichigo just watches him the whole time. Rude. There's no forthcoming comment on the threesome thing, but that's fine because Shiro's not even sure how serious he was. Sure, it sounds fun in theory, but it would also require him to watch someone else touch Ichigo. The idea of that puts him on edge when he thinks about it from that angle. He huffs a short laugh, smirking. "In all that practice, were any of 'em actually as good as me?" His tone is full of confidence: he thinks he's the best fight Ichigo's ever had.

He'd find Ichigo's startlement at the arrival of their food more funny if he also hadn't been so focused on who sat in front of him that he hadn't noticed the waiter's approach either. But his attention slides to the food being set down and fixates there like someone who's starving. He lifts his glass, remembers it's empty, and orders a second one after their plates are passed out.

#ask #blacksun

[leos-regression-cove]

Nothing in the Parenting Books Prepared Me For This

54. The Babysitters Part II

Synopsis: After going to the library, Yelena and Kate take the littles out to lunch before naptime.

Word count: 3,970

Stand Alone?: 2/2

Warnings: diapers, detailed accident, vague mention of anatomy, mention of disordered eating.

Notes: This was OBVIOUSLY written way before the Loki season 2 leaks. It is no longer canon compliant because of them.

Read it on AO3!

“Seriously? Here? This isn’t real food!” Kate protested as the car pulled up to a fast food “restaurant”. 

“Oh, come on, it’s fun and it’s easy.”

Kate rolled her eyes just a little bit as Yelena got out and helped Loki and Sylvie out of the car. 

Loki tried to grab some of his books but was stopped. 

“We’re going to get some lunch. Let’s save reading for when we get back home, alright? I’ll read you another story before naptime.” 

He hesitated, but set them down and followed the adults inside of the weird building. 

Loki and Sylvie nearly stumbled backwards as the weird, decidedly not-food-like smell hit them. 

“So what do you guys want?” Yelena asked. She was a little bit surprised that Loki and Sylvie did not seem to know or answer, so she tried to prompt them. “There’s this thing called a Happy Meal and it comes with a toy if you guys wanna try that…” she suggested. 

“Toy!” Sylvie grinned. 

“Your Little People would have a new friend,” Kate added. 

Loki nodded in pensive agreement, chewing on his fingers while deep in thought, in a way that made both of the adults cringe. 

“And do you guys know what the coolest part of this place is?” Kate asked, deciding she might as well pretend to be okay with all of this.

Two head shakes. 

“There’s a big playground, right over there. If you ask nicely, Yelena might even come to play with you.” She whispered the last sentence, but Yelena still heard and pretended to be very upset about it.

Yelena found herself standing in the center of the play area as two screaming, silly, littles ran around her, chasing each other and encouraging her to join in the fun. But aside from cracking a smile, which quickly disappeared when she accidentally made eye contact with Kate through the big windows, she never bent. Standing solid like a big oak as the gods ran and tumbled around her shouting about how one or the other was “it”. That was until Sylvie, a little bit out of breath, came to see her again, instead of getting lost in the jungle-like play structure. 

“Hey!” she grinned, “Look’it! Look’it what I can do!” She did a little tumbling somersault and landed on her bum before making sure to check if Yelena saw. 

The adult couldn’t help but approve, giving her a nod of acknowledgement. 

As soon as Loki noticed Sylvie was no longer chasing him, he slithered down from one of the slides and came to compete for the babysitter’s attention. Luckily though, the second that he did, Kate entered the separate room with a bag of food and two red boxes, containing Loki and Sylvie’s lunches. 

She took a blue tube of scented hand sanitizer out of her pocket as she set down the food and called for Yelena and the littles to come over. 

She squirted a little bit of the gel onto everyone’s hands and demonstrated how to rub it in, as if Loki and Sylvie hadn’t performed enough nappy changes to know what they were doing with hand sanitizer. Then, she handed over the two boxes and found the sandwich that she had gotten for herself and the large fries she had gotten for Yelena. 

“M, by the way,” she began with her mouthful, “one has a sandwich and one has chicken nuggets. You guys can share them if you want. I wasn’t sure what to get,” she added on the last piece apologetically, but neither of them seemed to mind, instead diving in for two things and two things alone: the toy and the dessert (apple slices). 

“Maybe we should eat before we play, do you think you two can do that?” Kate asked them as Loki ignored the food in his box in favor of wrestling with the plastic packaging off the toy that came with it. 

“Loki sometimes doesn’t eat.” Sylvie explained while shifting from side to side on the bench slightly self-consciously as if telling a secret she wasn’t supposed to share. “I’ll take it though…”

She reached into Loki’s box and took out the chicken nuggets.

“No! No, I’m hungry! Promise!” Loki insisted, sliding them back between them and taking one. He physically flinched at the texture and set it down again.

Loki reached for something else, taking out Sylvie’s little burger and that was… okay, he decided. It was manageable to stomach. 

Sylvie scowled, but swapped him anyway, admittedly a little happy he was eating at all. 

But luckily, Loki was not discouraged, and actually liked the burger after a few more bites. 

“Loki! Loki try these!”

Loki broke from his trance, staring at the primary colored play structure, to look at what Sylvie was trying to hand him. 

“Fries?” he asked.

“Yeah, but they’re not like the ones daddy makes!” 

Loki hesitantly took one. 

It was flimsy, but admittedly better than the ones Mobius made at home. He was a good chef, no doubt about it, but sometimes a ridiculous amount of salt and chemicals did more than any skill could. 

Loki sipped on his milk and kicked a little bit under the table, trying not to accidentally hit Kate’s calves. 

Finally, he was allowed to open up his apple slices and unwrap his new toy. Squeaking and grinning as he did so, comparing his piece of molded plastic with Sylvie’s: Both were little animals from a movie that Kate did not recognize. Loki got a small duck while Sylvie had a bear.

They silently played a game on the tabletop while waiting for Yelena and Kate to finish eating. 

“Do you guys wanna go play some more?” Kate asked, standing up to throw the remains of her lunch into the trash. 

Loki and Sylvie got up the second she mentioned it. 

“No, no, not yet,” Yelena stopped them, quickly grabbing Loki and Sylvie’s wrists. “Over here. Come here,” she beckoned them closer. Holding each of their hands. “Do you need a diaper change?” she asked them both very flatly and seriously.

Loki went bright red but Sylvie broke out giggling. 

In one swift, motion, Yelena picked Loki up and kept Sylvie holding her other hand, leading her to Kate. “The little one needs a diaper change. Can you take Sylvie? She may need to potty, too.” 

There was a small family bathroom that Yelena and Loki took, while Kate let Sylvie have a little bit more privacy by taking her to the multi-stalled restroom, with a couple precautionary pieces of changing supplies, just in case. 

Loki hated the feeling of the flimsy plastic changing table, but it was a feeling he sometimes had to bear. But usually, he had the comfort of his mummy or daddy or big brother there to make it better. This time, he did not. Yelena not only didn’t know much, perhaps nothing about changing nappies, but what she did know how to do, she did robotically and slowly. Loki tried to help, but his advice (whines, points, kicks and motions etc.) was not taken much into consideration. 

Luckily, the process was soon over, and the rather fussy little one was soon sat up with his overalls snapped closed.

He shifted and readjusted himself before Yelena could pick him up and bring him back to the playground. 

Loki looked around the large, open, room for his big sister, but upon not finding her there, he shot a concerned glance back at Yelena, who took a deep breath and held him back from toddling into the jungle gym to look for her, picking him up and setting him down by the shoe rack. 

“You can play here while we wait,” she told him, knowing he was a bit too little to be on his own in the large playground, at least by her personal standards. 

Loki hesitantly sat down, looking at the wall in front of him as Yelena supervised from behind, waiting to see what he’d do. 

The little sat on the floor for a few seconds, before getting up and looking at himself in two distorted mirrors that were mounted onto the padded corner. Yelena was surprised how infatuated he was with himself… well, not that surprised, but a little bit. 

He poked at the parts of himself that appeared altered in the mirror, and touched the mirrors to feel which parts made his image look so odd before losing interest and beginning to play with a rather large array of wall mounted busy-toys, which included gears, a fake clock, and an iron-filing drawing board with a magnetic pen on a string attached. That could’ve kept the tot busy for hours, Yelena realized.  

“Do you need a new pull-up?” Kate asked as she leaned against the stall door, waiting for Sylvie to do her business. 

Sylvie paused for a moment. “No,” she softly told Kate. Her voice may have not even been heard if it wasn’t for the echo of the bathroom.

The little pulled up her training pants and looked back at the potty anxiously. Entirely empty aside from the slightly blue tinted water that had already been in it. But she knew she had to go, she had gone already in her bottoms, and they were cold and itchy, but Kate didn’t need to know that. Unfortunately, as she was pulling up her pants, thinking about it, that’s when it happened. 

Sylvie let out a gasp, and then a yelp as she felt the pull-up give out and urine soak into her pants, dripping down into a puddle on the floor. 

“Sylvie? Are you doing okay? I can help. Can you let me in?” 

Slowly, Sylvie unlocked the door and waddled slowly out. 

Kate took a troubled breath as she considered what to do before deciding to set down the restroom’s changing table. There was some very basic changing stuff  she had brought in on the ledge of the sink; a pull-up, and a new pacifier. It was extremely apparent she thought Sylvie wouldn’t need it and had just grabbed what she could hold in one hand while holding Sylvie’s in the other, in the quick moment she had to snag things from the diaper bag before Yelena could take it into the bathroom with Loki.  Now, she realized those supplies, if you could even call them that, were entirely inadequate for the situation. 

“Up here-” she tapped the table, “let’s fix this, right?” Kate was a little fearful, probably just as nervous as Sylvie, but was trying to stay as optimistic as possible. 

The second Sylvie propped herself up and laid down, she began to cry at the horrible, awful feeling, wincing as another trickle smooshed down onto her legs and onto the plastic changing station. 

Kate also cringed, knowing she didn’t have wipes, a mat, or a change of pants at this moment and felt wholly unprepared. She rolled up Sylvie’s shirt and gave her an apologetic glance before pulling down her drenched pants. 

Sylvie sobbed and covered her face, feeling horribly unsafe and uncomfortable. There was no Loki to distract her, or Mobius to plant kisses on her belly, Ms. Vaughn would be okay… at least she was used to that, it was like just a routine thing that needed to happen with her… hell, she’d even take Yelena at this point, her snarky commentary would make this at least somewhat bearable. 

But this… this felt hopeless and eternal. She tried not to kick too much; squirm, or scream, but sometimes she couldn’t help it. 

Kate offered her the pacifier, but it didn’t do much to tame the scared and uncomfortable little. 

There was a moment of pause, just a quick fraction of a second after Kate finally tossed the ruined pull-up into a nearby bin where she needed to process what exactly she was looking at. The expectations of her mind were a little bit disconnected from what her eyes were telling her that she saw. 

The poor girl was red, really red, and rashy, and not only that, her parts weren’t what Kate had expected, they looked… a lot more like Loki’s; which… made sense, when Kate thought about it, they were variations of the same person, after all, even if they usually didn’t look like it. 

Kate winced at leaving Sylvie’s lower half looking so irritated, but she did so anyway, just as a temporary fix. 

Then, she had the realization that she couldn’t just let Sylvie walk around in public in just a pull-up, nor could she just leave Sylvie there on the table alone as she got Yelena. So, she sighed and did something that she did not want to do; pulling the wet pants up over Sylvie’s bottom and helping her down, feeling immensely guilty for leaving the little girl and the bathroom in such a sorry state, but she did it anyway and brought Sylvie out just for a second, just long enough to run to Yelena and take the diaper bag from her before ushering Sylvie back to the bathroom. 

Sylvie hadn’t quite expected it, but simply the presence of the changing pad under her made the whole process of having her training pants re-changed not so bad, and Kate seemed to agree, now able to let out a long breath she didn’t even know that she had been holding, well, at least some of the breath… maybe half. 

The soggy pants were set into a plastic bag and shoved into the diaper bag. Next, Kate moved the new training pants down around Sylvie’s ankles and got a proper chance to wipe her up-

“Kay?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Um… Can I have a nappy this time?” 

“Oh, yeah, sure. Should I toss this one, then?”

“Mhm.”

“Can you put your legs up, please?” 

Sylvie did as she was asked, but still had a bit of trouble, needing to use Kate’s arm for extra support. 

Sylvie breathed out another deep sigh and even closed her eyes, as she focused more on her pacifier while Kate cautiously rubbed in some rash cream before adding baby powder. And soon, Sylvie was given some snap-crotch shorts and was allowed to stand up. 

She helped Kate clean and put up the changing table and wiggled a little bit, back and forth. 

“Are you being a little helper?” Kate asked. 

“Yeah, help-help,” she said. 

Kate frowned at the puddle on the floor next to the stall, but ultimately couldn’t help but be charmed by Sylvie’s cuteness. 

“Let’s wash our hands. Ready for that, big girl?” 

Sylvie nodded and washed her hands as Kate did the same, supervising her through the process. Although, the little toddler didn’t like the loud hand dryer much and just opted to shake her hands dry. 

“All ready to go back and play, then?” 

Sylvie nodded, pacifier in mouth, and she skipped out. 

Kate watched her go and made sure she got to Yelena and Loki before apologetically informing one of the workers about the accident. 

What she hadn’t expected though, was that Yelena was playing with Loki. She wasn’t strictly supervising him like a military commander on duty, but was instead making silly faces at him and watching him squeal with joy as she kept him picked up so he wouldn’t be tempted to crawl on the dirty floor, not that he hadn’t done that already. 

“Should we go soon, do you think?” Kate asked. 

Loki tiredly nodded, the food was starting to get to him, slowing him down, making him sleepy, and Sylvie, clinging onto Yelana’s free arm, was obviously feeling the same way. 

“Yeah, I think it’s time for a nap.” 

Loki and Sylvie didn’t even snap up to argue, too busy sucking on their pacifiers and trying to keep their droopy eyes open. 

In the car, Sylvie gently swished a rattle back and forth by her ear, listening to the rolling plastic balls while Kate played some quiet classical music; Lullabies that didn’t sound like lullabies. Loki rested his eyes and only moved a little wiggle to readjust for optimal comfort under the seemingly dozens of straps covering him. 

Kate gently woke them up, generally not a good idea when dealing with two gods, after the car had stopped, and led the sleepy little ones back to their nursery. 

“Baba!” Loki babbled when Kate tried to usher him into the crib. 

“What’s up buddy?” she asked him, looking for clarification. 

Sylvie decided to follow his lead. “Um cose uncomfy! Up n’ tory nap baba,” she informed the babysitters. 

“Uh… yep- I can do that,” Kate agreed, only hardly catching what she was trying to communicate. 

She let Yelena pick each of them up and set them onto the changing table, just sitting. 

“So what’s uncomfortable? You look fine to me,” Yelena told the littles. 

Loki unsnapped the crotch of his overalls and slid the straps down over his arms before hopping down from the table and wiggling them off before waddling to grab a pacifier and climbing into the crib.

“Hey, wait,” Kate smiled at him. “I don’t think Mobius would let you wear shoes in bed, do you?” 

Loki paused and looked behind him as she took off his pink, sparkly, velcro sneakers. 

Yelena watched and then copied the same with Sylvie, taking off her shorts and light-up shoes. Loki’s onesie covered his diaper, but Sylvie had no such luxury, but she didn’t mind. No onesie meant she was a big girl, regardless of whether she was wearing diapers or not. 

Loki sat down in the crib and waited for Sylvie to join him. 

Kate tried to keep him company as Yelena took a heavy sigh and went to warm water for bottles. “Wow, these are some comfy sheets.” 

Loki nodded. “Asgad shes,” he told her, rubbing the soft fabric between his thumb and forefinger. It wasn’t anything too special, not compared to the ones they kept in the main bedroom. These ones were soft, and cute too, they felt more like fleece than silk, and they had beautiful designs of forest animals all over them. But Loki wasn’t much in the mood for small talk, even if it was about his fancy sheets. Sylvie seemed to agree. 

“Story now,” Sylvie lightly demanded, taking a story book out of the purple library tote bag Kate had used to carry their books. 

“Alright, come up.” 

With considerably more effort, Sylvie pulled herself up onto the bed and snuggled in next to them before handing Kate the book. 

Kate smiled as she read the title. “I liked this book as a kid,” she told them as she opened up “Where The Wild Things Are”. 

“Wait for me! Wait! Wait!” Yelena yelled from the kitchen.

Kate looked up and waited for her to run in, but Yelena was very casual as she came in with bottles of… warm water. Both of the littles frowned. They weren’t sick! How dare she. Kate didn’t seem too impressed, either, but she took the bottles anyway to let Yelena climb up, pushing Sylvie over just slightly so she could rest against Kate’s shoulder and let Sylvie drink from the bottle while laying in her lap. 

Both of the little ones fell asleep. It took longer than normal, but they were both out eventually.

“We should’ve changed them into those nighttime diapers first,” Kate mentioned after moving down off the bed and sliding the bars up as she consulted her guide book.

“Yeah, probably,” Yelena agreed. 

Under the “what to do while they’re down for a nap section” the guide detailed that caregivers should use that time to relax, use the bathroom, and take a load off, but keep the bedroom baby monitor nearby. 

“Finally,” Yelena sighed as she read over Kate’s shoulder once the door was shut. 

“It wasn’t that bad.”

“It was a little bit bad.” 

“You weren’t the one dealing with a leaky diaper.” 

“But you were! I’m speaking collectively.” 

“Of course you are,” Kate sighed. “I had a good time, though. What do you want to do when they wake up?” 

“Go home.”

Kate frowned. “You like them. I know you do. How about…” she flipped through the book, “How about, oh! Can we make finger paints?!” 

Yelena was a little more excited about that idea than she cared to admit. And sure enough, once the two chaotic littles were up and changed, they made a quiet, comfy craft time at the kitchen table. 

Sylvie held up her goopy mess of a picture when she was finished. 

“Woah, hey, look at you, little artist!” Kate smiled. “Let’s let it dry so we can put it on the fridge.” 

“Fidge!” Sylvie repeated with a grin as if her work wasn’t already covering half of it. 

Loki’s was a little more methodical. He may have been generally littler than Sylvie, but it was obvious he was going for something a little bit less abstract. 

He stuck his tongue out like this was a very difficult task as he became intensely focused. 

“What’re you drawing, big guy?” 

Loki broke his trance as he looked up at Kate. 

“Um. Es daddy!” he smiled, pointing at a blob on the page next to a bunch of messy handprints. 

When he looked up at her, Kate noticed how parts of his face were marked with paint and how it streaked up his arms. But Loki didn’t mind, he set down his paper again and kept working. 

“That’s not daddy,” Sylvie skeptically told him as she leaned over. 

“No gray,” he let her know, pointing at the paints he did have, and trying to justify why he had used blue instead. 

“It doesn’t matter,” Yelena added. “The art is very beautiful. I think your daddy will like it alot.” 

Loki grinned and nodded as he kept working before setting his painting on the counter to let it dry and washing his hands… and face. 

Of course, Yelena and Kate were right, and when Mobius noticed the new paintings on the fridge, after coming home, he made sure to thank them, coming into the nursery and disrupting play time to scoop the toddlers up and give them plenty of kisses, which they giggled in response to, as his mustache tickled their cheeks and noses. 

Loki and Sylvie jabbered about their day as they tried to climb on him and into his arms before Yelena and Kate were offered dinner and invited to give a more accurate report, with a healthy amount of little-added commentary as the littles were either held by Yelena or sat in their highchairs while Mobius cooked up some simple tacos. 

“Tacos” was an imaginative word for what Loki and Sylvie ate: for the two of them it was closer to a salad with a tortilla under it, but they were happy and content for a while, until Yelena and Kate had to leave for the night. 

Loki was almost too tired to care, nearly falling asleep in Mobius’ arms when the time came, but Sylvie was still up, whining and threatening a fit. 

“Hey, there’s no need to cry!” Kate let her know, lightly touching her shoulder.

Sylvie flinched away untrustingly. 

“I’m going to see you tomorrow, you know that, right?” she asked, talking to Sylvie a little bit more like an adult.

Nothing changed. 

“We’ll come back and play again soon, how does that sound?” 

The little nodded this time and tried to hide a sad frown or any tears that came with saying good-bye. 

“Do you want to give hugs before they go?” Mobius asked both of his littles. 

Sylvie did not hesitate for a second to hug her friends, but Loki anxiously looked at both of them and waited for a sign of encouragement before setting his feet down and waddling over for a hug.

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[potaeto-writes]

Falling: IV

Sunday, July 28, 00:00

"You don't understand, I really need to be somewhere! Look, it's very nice that you're concerned, but I promise I can take care of myself! Just, please let me go!"

"Not a chance. We aren't letting you go anywhere this late at night. You have no idea what this neighbourhood is like. Hell, the only reason we're staying here is because the rent is cheap, and even that is temporary."

'I don't need you to tell me what this area is like, I've been coming here the whole month! Today is the match that seals the deal, I need to be in the top 5 or my reputation will crumble!'

Wanna know how Heejin ended up like this? Well, soon after she showed up, the pleasantries were over and they should have begun their work. But the atmosphere was so awkward that they just sat there, silence hanging heavy in the room. Some got on their phone, others asked a few questions. But things were brushed off, and it seemed like anything they asked her was too personal. Every once in a while, her eyes would meet Yeosang's, and they'd just stare at each other, both sets of brown eyes darkened with mirrored emotions.

When Seonghwa and Wooyoung got up to make dinner half an hour later, things didn't seem to go anywhere, so she offered to help. She was aware of eyes boring into her back like she was gonna burn the house down, which was understandable.

With a topic at hand, the kitchen was a more bearable place to be. Heejin seemed to have shrugged off whatever it was that had been holding her back, and she confidently steered the dinner plans away from ramyeon and beer, towards fried chicken, rice, and soup.

At the dinner table, she was back to being reserved, saying she had eaten already. But after having seen a glimpse of her persona, the chefs of the household weren't ready to let go just yet. So the coaxed her into talking, and the compliments her food got made her open up a little more. The only one not chattering away was Yeosang, who ate with a stoic expression, and wordlessly left the table about 5 minutes in. 

With all this, it was 11 o'clock when they finally got to work, and not wanting to be impolite, Heejin decided to listen to everything they had before pitching her own idea. Unfortunately, discussing eight different people's ideas, mixed with playful banter and a round of RedBull, took more than an hour, and soon she was arguing with them all with her backpack in hand, especially Yeosang. He stated that he had left some business of his own to be there, and that she couldn't just fluke.

When she checked her watch to see if she could make a dash, she saw that it was already 00:20, and that there was no point even having the conversation. The crowd had moved on.

So with a huff, she surrendered, and they all got back to work. Her idea was voted in, and by the time they worked out the details, it was 1 in the night. "So, since y'all want me to stay the night, are we doing anything? Because the RedBull has not worn off yet."

"We didn't really have any plans, but now that you mention it, I don't think I'll be able to sleep." That was Yunho.

Everyone agreed, but nobody had any answers as to what they should do. Suddenly, Heejin had an idea, one that made her smirk.

"Two questions: You guys wanna have some fun?"

"Heck yeaa!" Mingi sure was in the mood to party.

"And the other one?" San did not expect the cliché words that came next.

"Do you trust me?"

None of them really did, but somehow she exuded such energy and confidence in that moment, that everyone found themselves agreeing, much to their own surprise.

"Well then pack up, bitches."

❅

What do you guys think is gonna happen next? Please share any thoughts you have, it really would make my day.

Stay safe and hydrated!

~Potato-nim

#taterfic: falling #yeosangff #yeosangxoc #ateezff

[zachsreaderinserts]

sleepy boys inc x gn!teen! reader headcannons

trying something new! i like bbs and all, but i wanted to write for other youtubers! lemme know if yall wanna see more content like this lol.

this takes place in a minecraft au!!! also, mentions of bad parenting/abusive parents

wc: 2,319

okay the sleepy boys

chaos incarnated, all of them. you can’t deny it

so, when tommy invites a friend from a local village, at first, everyone else is skeptical. since when has tommy made a friend who didn’t hate him within 20 minutes from all the screaming and insults he spewed?

unlike his friends, phil is more excited than anything. though he isn’t tommy’s dad, he feels like it sometimes, so he really wants to meet this new person who has caught the youngest’s attention

techno is very much not on board. he has a hard time trusting people at first glance and having been friends with tommy for the longest, he knows that tommy readily jumps the gun and attempts to befriend literally anything just because he can

and wilbur? indifferent for the most part. yes, he feels the need to make sure tommy is protected and cared for, but he also recognizes that this situation is out of his hands. the best he can do is hope that their friend isn’t an absolute asshole

so, it’s saturday. all three men are sitting on the couch in phil’s cottage, talking amongst themselves as they wait for tommy to come back. techno makes a joke about murdering them, which leads to phil scolding him about his violent tendencies

“you haven’t even met them yet, techno, what the fuck.”

wilbur is simply adding fuel to the fire, making little remarks here and there and watching the whole thing escalate to phil lecturing the piglin hybrid.

because of this, not one of them had noticed that tommy returned, with his newest friend. they both stopped at the sight of phil in dad mode, tommy considering just turning around and taking his friend as far away as physically possible

too late, since techno’s sixth sense made him whip around and stare at the newcomer. this made phil stop lecturing and wilbur quit giggling long enough for tommy to introduce his friend

after saying their name, the friend lifted their hand shyly, face burning from slight embarrassment. their other hand was latched onto tommy’s, feeling intimidated.

can you blame them? the fucking blood god looks like they wanna skewer them and cook them over a campfire.

tommy took notice of their shyness and cleared his throat, “we were planning on going to the carnival in their village if you three assholes feel like tagging along.”

like there was any way they were gonna let tommy and his friend go out without chaperones.

tommy turned back to his friend, “give me a second, i’m gonna go grab my sword just in case.” and proceeded to run up the stairs and towards the guest bedroom in phil’s house that he claimed.

the millisecond he was out of earshot, techno grabbed his friend by the front of the shirt.

“what are your intentions with tommy?”

the friend blinked once, twice, then bit back a smile. “you’re asking that as if i’m about to date that motherfucker.”

this time, it was wilbur who bit back a grin of his own. who would’ve expected the originally shy kid to have replied like that????

techno’s brain short circuited and his grip on their shirt loosened slightly. did.... did this kid just brush off his question???

“can you put me down? you’re gonna stretch my shirt.”

techno’s brain blinked back into focus and he gripped the kid’s shirt harder, shoving them against the nearest wall. “i asked a question, kid.”

“you know, tommy told me something like this would happen. i’m glad i came prepared.” and then, tommy’s friend sucked in a deep breath. techno leaned back, expecting the worst...

“MWISTER TECHNWOBWADE, PWEASE PUT MWE DOWN BEFWORE I SCWEAM”

oh god, this was far worse than anything he thought of.

he dropped the teen out of disgust more than anything, reeling backwards. if there was one thing that haunted his dreams, it was uwu-speak.

phil started howling of laughter, clutching his stomach and hunching over. originally he was going to stop techno from threatening a literal child but this outcome was so much better than anything he was anticipating

wilbur was no better, already tearing up from how hard he was snickering. he started choking on his own spit at one point, smacking his arm against the couch.

tommy was so fucking confused when he came back down the stairs, seeing the mayhem that was, for once, not caused by him. he glanced at his friend, who had the world’s biggest shiteating grin.

yeah, they were gonna fit in just fine.

and they did! phil took them under his wing (both physically and metaphorically) and allowed them to come visit his home whenever they wished. and whenever they did, phil was the first to ask how they’ve been and what they were up to

to phil’s surprise, the kid was overall calm in their choice of activities. things like playing soccer or drawing or figuring out how to learn instruments in their free time. it seemed like they were desperate to get their hands on anything and everything just to learn

he found it funny, though, when their chaotic side shone through. they easily were on tommy’s level when they got into that headspace and it was so hilarious to him.

his favorite memory of the kid was when they walked into the house and marched right up to where techno was reading idly in the corner. planting their hands on their hips, they spoke.

“if you were to fuck a clone of yourself, would it be masturbation or would you be considered gay?”

phil, who was washing the dishes six feet away from them, just about crumbled into a ball on the floor from how hard he was laughing and sobbing.

of all questions, that was the one that came out.

but he had no idea that the chaos was a coping mechanism. he just thought they were naturally like that in their free time.

he soon found out the truth when they came home with tommy, who was cursing up a fit, visibly angry. his friend was slumped over, as if trying to hide themselves from the world

when phil asked what had happened, tommy exploded.

“their fucking dad took all their money from their savings! said he needed it more than them and when they asked for it back, he called them a fucking disappointment! that fucking bitch--”

phil can count very few times when he felt true anger and he can confirm that when tommy had told him what had gone down, he saw red.

but he knew better than to outwardly show it. judging by how hunched over and defeated the kid was, what they needed was a stable support system

so he walked over and shut tommy up with a hand on his shoulder, “why don’t we take the rest of the night to build up that game room you wanted in the basement. i’m sure if we knock it out before techno and wil are supposed to be back, we can all play something like monopoly.”

seeing where phil was headed, tommy nodded and brushed away his anger. he knew that what his friend needed was a serious cheering up. tommy ran towards his guest bedroom, claiming that he was going to find his blocks.

phil crouched in front of the teen, tilting their head up to look him in the eyes. “you’re not a disappointment. you’re an amazing person with a chaotic joke machine going 120 kilos over the speed limit in your head and you are talented. your dad doesn’t know shit about what you’re capable of doing.”

oh boy, the kid’s crying. those are tears, full on tears.

that night was one of the best nights of their life, however. they enjoyed the entire three hour long game of monopoly where they watched the light leave everyone’s eyes. it was funny when wilbur lunged across the table when he landed on a railroad, out for phil’s blood.

speaking of wilbur, he enjoyed every minute in the kid’s presence. they often asked creative and random questions and went along with the abstract jokes he made, the two of them laughing heartily the entire time.

when the kid first mentioned wanting to learn how to play the guitar, he practically burst through the wall of the room next door, breathing heavily and exaggeratedly.

“did someone say guitar”

yeah, he’s feral. that’s canon.

they proceeded to spend the entire day in phil’s garden, each of them equipped with a guitar. despite their outwardly smooth brain and stupid demeanor, the teen was a fast learner and could play the most basic chords by the time the sun was setting.

wilbur’s favorite moment was the first night they met, when they went to the carnival. there was the game where you shoot the water and fill up the balloons and the kid was going head to head against techno and tommy.

it was when techno won that the teen turned to techno with murder in their eyes and spoke in a deadpan tone of voice,

“you’re lucky you won this time, you gentrified mayo monkey.”

wilbur’s jaw dropped, as did techno and phil’s. tommy was already in hysterics, smacking his hand against the counter that held the guns.

needless to say, wilbur found his favorite, not-quite sibling in a heartbeat.

techno was the last to come around with the child. can you blame him? every time he tried to threaten them or had beaten them at something, they would respond in a cryptic threat--

“i’m going to pee your pants if you don’t let me win”

or just brushed him off. without a second thought.

“anyways, i was murdering a chicken the other day, and the fucker had the audacity to ribbit at me.”

to say he was confused was an understatement. he was terrified of the fact that a literal child held so much power and disinterest in things like their own life. so for the first few months, he avoided them.

but he had seen past that when it was around midnight on a weekday. tommy was hanging out with tubbo and ranboo in their village miles away from the area. wilbur was out drinking with schlatt, niki, and fundy, and phil was already asleep.

techno wasn’t too far behind, sitting in front of the fireplace and staring out of the window that showed the front yard. it was only then when he saw the flash of a familiar face and looked closer as the teen walked up to the house quietly. their head was down and they carried a small bag with them.

techno opened the front door with a long creak as they reached the porch steps. it was only when they jumped and looked up in surprise that techno had noticed a deep bruise on their left cheek in the moonlight.

despite the fact that he kept away from them, techno was very protective and territorial of tommy, phil, and wilbur. and since they were attached to the teen, he became protective of them as well.

so all the voices in his head went quiet for a second. before exploding into a mixture of screams and threats, all leading back to protecting the child in front of him.

without thinking, he reached forward and cupped their face for a better view of the bruise. at the warm and soft touch, tears slipped down the kid’s cheeks and they sniffed pathetically.

the voices quickly took a 180, all screaming to take care of them. make them feel better. so, techno led the kid inside and let them spend the night in his room, with them falling asleep on the bed and him falling asleep on the rocking chair in his room.

phil did not hesitate to officially declare himself as the teen’s official father, saying that their biological father was a “little bitch”

now somewhat living with the teen, techno found an appreciation for their quieter moments, when they were reading or simply daydreaming. it was cute, in his eyes. but he also grew to enjoy when they were absolutely feral, especially toward tommy.

his favorite moment with them was when they had gifted tommy a music disc for his birthday. it was sweet and sentimental and tommy just about burst into tears when he saw it.

all of the sappiness quickly vanished when tommy put it into a jukebox.

“FUCK THIS PUSSY, BOY, FUCK. FUCK IT RIGHT, BOY--”

tommy had let out the most terrified scream and it practically engrained itself into techno’s brain. it was the first time he ever laughed at something the teen had done and the teen felt proud of themselves.

and finally, tommy. he was already happy to call himself a friend of the teen’s. they were like peas in a pod, working together.

tommy came to them when his insecurity felt heavy and they came to him whenever their dad’s words got to them. they had a nice system of dependency on one another and neither of them would trade it for the world.

tommy’s favorite moment of being friends with them was during their first birthday living in phil’s house. it was a birthday befitting their personality, with brightly color streamers hung and confetti all over the floor. he knew that they enjoyed it severely and once the cake was cut, the kid turned to phil.

“phil, where’s the big tiddy strippers i requested?”

tommy was GONE

he all but choked on his slice of cake and walked away, shaking his head while trying to stifle his giggles. but when he heard phil’s scream of “WHAT”, he just lost it.

all in all, his friend had made a fine part of the sleepy boys. they were a happy face in an otherwise somewhat bleak and dangerous world. and all four men appreciated it.

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[devildomwriter]

You Go To The Zoo | Simeon x Reader

Simeon was overjoyed when you called him and asked him to come to the zoo with you, though he was a little confused considering you were an animal activist.

At first, he was sure you had some secret plan hatched, but when he learned it's just because it was a free day, he began looking forward to it as a date rather than being involved in your schemes.

Simeon loved animals very much, almost as much as he adored you, so he excitedly prepared for the zoo.

"Simeon, what kind of animal do you wanna see first?" You asked as you showed him the zoo map.

He took it to study it closer.

"They have a petting zoo exhibit," he commented, looking very happy.

You saw the gentle expression on his face and blushed, pulling him towards the petting zoo before he could suggest anything else.

Suddenly all you wanted was pictures of Simeon cuddling and petting the sheep and tiny pigs and whatever animal he could get near.

Your predictions that the animals would flock to the Angel were absolutely correct, and Simeon found himself surrounded and unable to walk as the chickens, peacocks, peafowls, and turkeys circled him before he could even reach the sheep pens.

"Um, ___," he called to you worriedly and noticed you were taking pictures of him, so he smiled.

A chicken jumped off a nearby fence post and onto his head, and his shocked expression nearly made you die laughing.

He was very pleased to see how much you enjoyed yourself and suggested you buy chicken feed for the birds.

Simeon reached for your hand and pulled you down next to him, the birds made way for you, and you were suddenly surrounded by them too, grinning excitedly as the chickens are the seeds from your hand.

A crowd had gathered around the scene as people tried to get the chickens to react similarly to them but had no luck.

"As much as I love the chickens, I really want to pet some sheep," you said after twenty minutes of constant clucking.

Simeon nodded and removed the chicken from his head, setting it down gently.

"Ok, friends, I'm going to go see the sheep now; please say hi to everyone for me," Simeon asked, and as if they understood, the birds began trotting to the humans who failed to get their attention earlier.

"Sheep! Sheep! Sheep!" You bounced excitedly, and Simeon laughed and nodded but was stopped in his tracks when a peacock fluffed out its tail in front of Simeon.

"Simeon, I think he likes you," you whispered, and Simeon chuckled nervously.

"Maybe we should come back to the petting area later...I'm not sure I want to take part in a courting dance," he suggested, and you nodded and walked to the Asian Animals section.

As soon as you arrived at the glass overlooking the tiger cage, the tiger sprinted to Simeon and leaped at the glass.

Everyone backed up, scared, but you and Simeon stayed put, recognizing the tiger wanted to play. Its eyes lit up with joy upon seeing the Angel, and he started rubbing against the glass and purring loud enough you could hear it.

Because all of the animals loved Simeon, they had a similar reaction to you, which resulted in the greatest day of your life.

Simeon was very proud that his angelic aura brought you so much joy, and when the staff asked that he please join, he turned them down but promised he be visiting again.

You exited the zoo with many stuffed animals and fun photos.

Simeon helped you into your car and got in the passenger seat, sighing and reclining the chair.

"Well, I know I had fun, but did you?" You asked nervously, and Simeon looked at your smiling face.

"Your happiness is my happiness, ___, and the animals were very cute."

"So, yes?"

"Hehe, yes, ___."

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[ragingbookdragon]

I’m Only A Crack In This Castle Of Glass (Hardly Anything Else I Need To Be) PT. 7

Batfamily x Batsis Story

Word Count: 2.1K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst

Author’s Note: Anyone order a part seven? Cause I got a part seven for y'all. Enjoy! -Thorne

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Ever since the meeting that night, she’d gotten more letters from her family than she’d ever received in twenty-one years. Not that she decided to read them. The first line from Dick’s letter was, ”I never wanted you to leave because of me. If only I’d known…”. She couldn’t keep reading, and she wasn’t sure if it were from guilt, sadness, or anger, but there was something there that she didn’t want to face.

It didn’t stop there though. They kept coming even if she tacked a return to sender on it and sent it back. She’d even labeled one and written, ”Stop writing me.” but that didn’t stop them. Wally texted her every other night on top of the letters and she wanted to strangle him through the phone.

She knew though, that if she could keep holding out for three more months, she’d be home free. Wherever home was at this point. Every city she kept thinking about had some type of vigilante and there was nothing that didn’t; eventually she decided on Coast City. Somewhere warm and sunny, and as far from Gotham and Central as possible.

Of course that little voice in the back of her head just kept telling her to talk to them, but she was going to be as stubborn against it as possible—but time was dwindling, and so was her resolve.

***

“Ophelia, have you seen the extra bag of espresso beans? I can’t remember where you put them the other week.” She waited for a response. “Ophelia?” she turned and frowned. “Why did I accept the manager’s position when I can’t even round up my workers?”

She walked out of the storage and wiped her hands on the rag at her waist. “Ophelia?” A giggle sounded at the counter and when she walked out, her eyes went wide at the sight.

Jason was leaning against the counter with that smile he used to use on the models at the galas. He smiled at Ophelia. “Tell me, what do you make better, the cappuccinos or lattes?”

“Well, I make a —”

“She makes a mean ‘get in the back and find my espresso beans’,” she grunted and both of them jumped.

“Melisandre!” Ophelia stuttered, pale cheeks flushing pink. “I thought you were in the back.”

“I was. Think you can go find the coffee beans you put away?” She shot Ophelia a stare that screamed ‘scram’ and the girl nodded, hurrying to the storage room.

“Aww, why’d you run the cutie off, Melisandre?” Jason queried. “I was going to ask her out on—”

“Can I talk to you?” she interrupted, voice barely containing her seething rage. “Outside.”

Jason shrugged and shoved his hands in his jean pockets. “Sure, but be careful, people might get suspicious.”

She grunted and walked outside, listening to him follow and when the door shut, she turned around and hissed, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was just getting coffee.”

“Oh, don’t play dumb with me, Jason. We both know that’s a load of bullshit.”

His eyes narrowed and he noted, “You’ve really gotten comfortable using foul language. You know that, (Y/N)?”

She glared at him. “What. Do. You. Want.”

“You won’t answer our letters,” he shrugged. “Didn’t have a lot of options to talk.”

“And showing up at my job is the better option?” she griped.

“It was that or your house, (Y/N). Take your pick but you can’t have both.”

“Well, maybe my silence is supposed to be the answer to those letters. Did you think about that?”

“I did,” he nodded. “But after the third letter being rejected, I decided to go big or go home.”

(Y/N) growled. “Go home.”

Jason smirked. “No.”

“I’m not fucking joking here, Jason. I don’t want you coming here. Ever.”

“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn,” he retorted then stepped forward and grabbed her wrist. “You don’t wanna talk willingly, fine. I’ll make you talk to me. And if I have to show up here every day, I will.”

“No, you won’t.”

Jason cocked a brow and tightened his grip. “You wanna bet? Because I’m not Dick and I’m sure as hell not Bruce. I don’t have a day job to get to.” He smirked. “I can do this all day.”

(Y/N) bit the inside of her cheek and thought for a moment then sighed and yanked her arm away. “Fine. Come to my apartment after five. We’ll talk there.”

“Thank—”

“Don’t thank me yet,” she interrupted coldly. “I’m agreeing for one meeting and then you fuck off back to Gotham City and leave me the hell alone for good.” She spun on her heel and started back for the door when his voice reached her, tired and pained.

“Do you really hate all of us? Do you really hate us like you make yourself think you do?”

(Y/N)’s feet felt like lead and she stopped, gazing at the glass door. “I don’t know, Jason.”

“Then let me help.”

“You can find the apartment on your own. I know you’re good at looking for homes.” She slipped in the café door, leaving him standing there shocked and hurt.

***

Sure enough, a minute after five o’clock, her doorbell rang and she called, “It’s open.” The door opened and shut, and she looked up from the little kitchenette, watching the way Jason walked into her apartment, gazing around the empty living room.

“Shit, do you live in a home or a prison cell?”

(Y/N) grunted. “Nice quip. Come up with that by yourself?”

He wandered into the kitchen, leaning back against the counter as she prepared dinner. “What’re you making?”

“Chicken marsala,” she replied. “You’re here to talk. Start talking.”

“Are you going to be a bitch like you were the other night or can I ask about life in Central the last three years?” she shot him a glare, warning him, but he paid it no mind. “You going to school?”

(Y/N) nodded. “I go to Central City Community College. Take classes all week at different times.”

“What are you studying?” he asked.

“For now, general studies, but I’m minoring in political science.”

“Planning on a four year after you graduate?”

She shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not.” Her hands stalled for a moment. “I don’t have the money for a big school to get a bachelors.” Shaking her head, she chopped up the vegetables. “Figure if I can get a job in the area, I can scrounge up enough to start the process though.”

“Might take years,” Jason noted, and she nodded.

“Yeah, hard work usually does.” (Y/N) glanced at him. “What’s Cassandra like?”

He blinked, evidently not expecting that, though he recovered and smiled. “She’s great honestly. Kicks ass better than anyone I know.”

“Even Batman?”

Jason huffed a laugh. “I’m sure she could wipe the floor with each of us if she decided to not hold back. Her mom’s Lady Shiva and her dad’s David Cain.”

“I don’t know who they are but I’m assuming from the tone that they’re not exactly the best parents in the world.”

“No…they’re not.” He agreed. “David didn’t teach Cass how to speak so she’s been mute all her life.”

“I’ve heard the few interviews she’s given,” (Y/N) replied. “She’s very eloquent when she does.”

“Shakespeare’s influence. And probably Emily Dickinson.” He smiled. “I leave her a lot of books to read so I can be her favorite.”

She snorted. “Yeah, that sounds like you.” Sliding the cast iron skillet into the oven, she sat at the crappy metal dining table, Jason taking the seat on the other side. (Y/N) scratched at the table. “Does Bruce like her?” she questioned lowly, and he nodded.

“Loves her like she’s his own.” He her with cautious eyes. “Just like he loves you.” Jason watched the emotion flash across her face, quick as lighting, a deep sorrow, then she was humming.

“Well, that’s good then.” She cleared her throat and looked at the clock. “How’ve you been? I hear a lot about Outlaws.”

Jason chuckled. “Yeah, that’s my band of renegades. Me, Roy Harper, and Koriand’r.”

“Remind me, those were Speedy and Starfire, right?”

He snorted. “Arsenal and Starfire. But yeah, close enough.”

(Y/N) got up and pulled two glasses from the cabinet before going to the refrigerator and getting the lemonade. She poured them both glasses and sat back down. “How’d you manage to wrangle two of the Titans into your posse?”

“Kori willingly tagged along, and Roy won’t leave me alone,” he griped, sipping his lemonade.

“Mmm…and how does Dick feel about you stealing two of his exes?”

Jason choked on his drink, spilling it on the table and down his chin. “That’s not—” he coughed. “That’s not what that is.”

“Uh huh, sure it’s not.”

“It isn’t,” he glowered.

“Riiiiiiight,” she drawled out with a grin, then took a sip and set her glass back down. “Figured you’d get Cass along with you. she seems like she’d be fit for Outlaws.”

He shook his head. “Nah, she’d be better off with Tim and his Young Justice weirdos.”

“She non-lethal?”

“Mhm.”

They dwindled into silence until the timer went off on the oven and she pulled the skillet out and set two plates on the table. “You’re gonna feed me?” he asked as she handed him a fork.

(Y/N) scoffed. “Duh. I’m a bitch, but I’m a bitch with manners.” She smiled sweetly. “But you have to leave afterwards.”

“Mmm…can I crash on your couch?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

He shrugged. “Figured I’d try anyways.”

They ate in silence, occasionally speaking about their lives the last three years, and when the food was all gone and the lemonade drunk, he sighed and reclined in the chair.

“What?” (Y/N) questioned and he shrugged.

“Dunno…I’d like to do this again soon.” His teal eyes found hers. “It’s been too long since we were together.”

“Tread carefully,” she murmured, looking at the wall and he sighed.

“Sis, talk to me,” he begged. “Even if it’s just to tell me how much you hate me, just talk to me.” She didn’t respond and he sighed again, standing from the table. “Thanks for dinner.”

“…I hate that you all put Gotham and every civilian before our family.” Jason stopped dead in his tracks and turned, gazing at her, though she didn’t tear her eyes from the wall. “I hate that the only time I felt like anyone paid any attention to me was when we were at galas and even then, the attention was just for show. It didn’t matter because all anyone wanted to do was get the hell out of the manor and go on patrol. It didn’t matter because I wasn’t like any of you. I wasn’t a part of the real family.”

Tears gathered in her eyes. “I hate that I spent more nights sitting in a dark and silent manor than spending them with my family. I hate that I never had a normal family growing up where we’d go for ice-cream after school and attend school performances. I hate that I got stuck with a bunch of siblings hellbent on giving every piece of themselves to the world and they couldn’t take one night off to have a family night to save their lives. To at least pretend to be normal.”

(Y/N) finally took her eyes from the wall and he felt his heart tighten as the tears slipped down her cheeks and she breathed, “I hate that I was born Bruce Wayne’s biological daughter and I’d give anything and everything I have to be someone else’s daughter and sister.”

Jason’s mouth felt dry, and he didn’t have single thing to say to her and she whispered, “Is that what you wanted to hear, Jason?” she blinked. “Because that’s what I feel every morning I wake up.”

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, and she cleared her throat, wiping her cheeks.

“Yeah well, I’m three years passed sorry.” (Y/N) nodded to the front door. “You should leave now.”

Jason nodded but his feet didn’t move. For a moment, he couldn’t move them, then he sucked in a breath and started edging back to the door. When he neared the door, he pulled it open and paused, looking back at her. “(Y/N)?” she didn’t answer but he said it anyway. “I love you. More than you’ve ever known.” He sighed and stepped out, closing it behind him.

(Y/N) buried her face in her hands and sobbed alone at the dinner table.

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