#tugs lord stinker

[starboardsquiggly]

Together, Never Ever Alone Again

A small lookout a few minute sail from the port was where Zip anxiously found himself. He needed a walk, the yelling, constant belittlement, the jokes at his own expense was too much but… he weighed, was this not how every work place was? It must be because he’d heard how the Starfleet got on with one another when they came face to face, cracking jokes, laughing at each other. So why did this feel different to the way his fleet treated him?

There was a telescope at the look out, you could see all of the harbor through the lens for a dime, he didn’t have a dime, he was far away staring in, it felt better then being in the midst of it all. He could see his tug where he had left it at the bottom of the mountain. It needed to be treated soon, the stack puffed harshly and the shine had left the bow. Zip huffed, dangling his legs over the cliff.

He heard the sound of a match ignite. “I thought I saw someone come this.”

Before he could fall down the cliff in fright the Starfleet’s star child grabbed hold of his hand and pulled. He fell back as Zip fell forward. “Ah, shit I’m so sorry!” Zip scrambled to his knees.

He laughed. “Not a problem mate. Say…” Ten Cents took a minute to dust himself off. “What are you doin up ‘ere anyway?”

“I uh.” He un-winced when he realized no physical assault would come from this Starman. “I come up here sometimes, when it gets too loud, or too…” he wanted to say hostile. “Too much.” He agreed on.

“Aye.” Ten Cents leaned back on his hands. “Funny, I do a similar thing. ‘Cept I usually go out past Lillie Lightship when she’s not paying attention, I like that isolation of nothing but salty water filling my nose. Captain Star would kill me if he found out, so I have Sunshine back me up when I’m gone.”

“Sunshine is that new tug right? The one from up stream?”

“Sure is! whistles when he talks, has me double checking for a new ship trying to dock. He’s come a long way only after a month, but I amount that to my excellence in training him. Everyone would agree! Maybe not Top Hat, he’s to full of himself and his neck.” He laughed.

It was nice, his laugh, Zip chuckled along. It was nice to have someone to talk to aside from having to watch what he said. Ten Cents hardly knew him, but he spoke to him with the kind of respect a person would have for their long time friend. Why would he do that? What made him want to talk to him? He’s only a burden like Zorran and Zak say, why would Ten Cents want anything to do with-.

“Hey Zedstack.” Zip blinked the black spots out of his eyes, Ten Cents was waving a hand in front of his face. “Where’d ya go?”

Zip’s mouth started moving before he could think, something about Ten Cents made him do that. “Why are you still talking to me?”

The star was taken back. “Huh?”

“I-i it’s just, no one usually want to talk to me, to have anything to do with me aside from bossing me around or telling me off, I’m not much of a conversationalist since most things I say never matter and Zug says I’m no help unless the assignment is to cause a scene. And Captain Zero doesn’t usually give me any important jobs unless the others need help so I just.” He hiccupped, “why are you talking to me like I’m a person, and not a punching bag?”

Through his own tears he could no longer see Ten Cents, nor could he see the telescope or the harbor over the water. He blinked away the tears but more fell behind them and that was embarrassing, no man cries, not if they’re real men, Ten Cents is probably looking at him like he has two heads. He pulled his hat off to cover his face looking anywhere aside the boy sat in front of him.

It wasn’t until he felt a hand gingerly touch the whited knuckles that gripped the hat did he slide the hat down until he met Ten Cents did he move. He sobbed and Ten Cents pulled him into a bear hug, he was surprised that his strength being so small was so strong. He hugged back wanting to melt into the Star’s embrace and just disappear entirely. He was shaking but all that mattered to him was the embrace. He hadn’t felt anything like this in such a long time.

“No one should ever make you feel that way Zip. You are apart of their team, every team works together and needs each part to hold them up solid.” When Ten Cents pulled back Zip was surprised at his own tears that he rubbed at with the heel of his hand. “I’m sorry they make you feel that way, mate.”

“What?!” He held onto Ten Cents shoulders, “why are you crying?”

“Because you’re crying, because that stinks, because you shouldn’t have to carry all of that with you!”

Ten Cents hugged him again, Zip settled into his grasp. He could see the harbor now, but the sun had dug its way out of the clouds. It was warm, Ten Cents was warm, his chest felt warm. He could feel Ten Cents wiggle around for his pocket in their awkward position on the ground, He pulled a dime from it.

“Hercules used to take me up here when I was little, it makes you feel like you’re on top of the world. The trips on his tug over to this island made me fall in love with the water.”

They helped each other stand.

“Want to look out with me?”

Together.

“Together?”

Ten Cents put the dime in the telescope. “We can be on top of the world together. Never alone Zip. I never want you to feel like your alone like that again.”

He took the star boys hand and they took turns staring out over the harbour. Laughing at Warrior swatting off the seagulls who took off after the garbage in Lord Stinker and enjoying the far away feeling together, not alone. Zip never wanted to feel alone.

#This is tugs #tugs zorran #Tugs Zug #tugs zip #this is tugs fanfiction #fanficition #tugs ten cents #tugs hercules #Tugs Lillie Lightship #tugs captain star #tugs captain zero #tugs lord stinker #tugs zak #zugs top hat #my writing #come get yall jjuice #tugs zipcents #tugs zip x ten cents

[brick-boats]

"Municipal Garbage wishes you all a happy day!"

#lego #this is tugs #legomoc #lego moc #tugs lord stinker #this was also the model in question regarding the last post #apparently brown lego pieces are more brittle? #idk #new ones are coming in the mail

[bruhstation]

I've been thinking about the setting of my TUGS au, the prequel to casa tidmouth, and by extention I began thinking about the show TUGS itself.

it's kind of depressing to know that TUGS is most likely set during the years RIGHT before world war 2. I remember watching a TUGS iceberg video a long time ago, maybe last year-ish. after a series of callbacks and alludes to the little environmental details right at the end of the video, the creator said that the show is possibly not set during the 1920s, but the 1930s, nearing another war period, and that's why I've changed the era of what this AU is set in many months ago.

mitton and cardona claimed that the show is set during the "booming era" of the 1920s, but I can't help but think that maybe the 1920s isn't the most fitting era with how the tone of the show is.

the 1930s setting really does make sense though -- the atmosphere in TUGS is much more, I dunno how to exactly say it, gloomy? serious? it's still a mostly lighthearted kids show, but, to quote some things indirectly from the iceberg video; what's with the munitions? the flammable barges? johnny cuba? the constant mention of broken ships? characters dying right on the screen in such a macabre fashion? burke and blair's whole job? then my mind thought about the star tugs and z-stacks, their relationship and purpose and how it ties to the pre-ww2 feeling of the story.

the conflict between the star tugs and z-stacks isn't fueled by personal grudge against each other. I apologize for comparing TUGS to ttte, but in comparison to its sister series where the engines of sodor have personal banter against each other selfishly, still manage to fool around during their jobs, get into accidents due to their own hubris, and end the day where they learned their lesson, TUGS is much different. they're just there to work and carry through their contracts. they still banter with each other but they know their priorities. they are also driven by their conscience and rationale, not just some "oh he made fun of me so I'm not gonna help him out. I'm bigger and more important so I refuse to do this job and go back to my berth".

zorran dislikes the star tugs but knows that the contracts are much more important and he is willing to work with them if it means the job will be done. top hat, despite his personal distaste for anything smelly, QUICKLY changes his mind about lord stinker and works with him to save the goods engine. zebedee is a character more driven by his personal view on what's good or bad -- he helped the star tugs push princess alice back into place and showed concern when ten cents was pushing the oil barge to the sea, but there's a part of him that's definitely concerned for his own well being.

they have their personal opinions on both their teammates and their rival company's tugboats, but they know better than to let those feelings get in the way. not working means their presence as tugboats will be jeopardized.

these points, added to the very high possibility that TUGS is set during the late 1930s, creates another layer to the overall murkier feeling of the show. the characters know the times are dire. the characters know that they have contracts to go through. they know that something big is coming. they've went through world war 1! with how bluenose and the navy inserted their presence in bigg city port, there's also an idea that there's gotta be at least one character with a sense of foreboding amidst the business.

I also reckon they've grown some kind of fondness (???) for their rival company? it's like when there's a kid at school who keeps annoying you, but next day they're not there and you got a bit worried on where they might be. the two factions don't necessarily like each other, but their rival has formed a place in their normalcy that to get rid of them entirely is not going to do any good, really.

so yeah. that's all I have in mind right now.

#zin.txt #this is tugs #oh and to answer. the AU is gonna be set in around 1938 #the stories aren't linear per se? probably like casa tidmouth where the story spans for the whole summer of 1999 #especially there's regatta (summer) and bigg freeze (winter) like at least it'll take place a full year #oh boy. time to do some MORE history reading #also I just realized something #ten cents sunshine and zip are late teens in the late 1930s #and there's a war coming #uh. I'd rather not think too much about the implications. #fortezza bigg city

[emilykat-artblog18]

Tugs Owl House AU

So yeah a while ago I’ve decided to combine two of my favorite interests into one AU :D

Magic Coven system they’re in.

The Star Coven

Captain Starr - Beast Keeping Coven

Ten Cents - Illusion & Bard Coven

Big Mac - Construction Coven

OJ - Healing Coven

Top Hat - Illusion Coven

Warrior - Abomination Coven

Hercules - Emperor’s Coven

Sunshine - Potion & Healing Coven

Grampus - Oracle Coven (Ex-Emperor’s coven)

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The Zero Coven

Captain Zero - Oracle Coven

Zorran - Illusion Coven

Zebedee - Construction Coven

Zak - Oracle Coven

Zug - Abomination Coven

Zip - Beast Keeping & Healing Coven

—

Wild Magic Coven (mainly my OCs)

Tillie - All Mixed Covens

Tianna - (no coven) Wild Witch

—

Lillie Lightship - Healing coven

Billy ShoePack - Potions & Illusion coven

Boomer - Plant Coven

Sea Rogue - Potions coven

Sea Rogue’s Uncle - Potions coven

Burke and Blair - Oracle / Illusion Coven

Lord Stinker - Abomination coven

Izzy Gomez - Plant coven

Bluenose - Emperor’s Coven

Johnny Cuba - Abomination coven or No Coven

It’s currently in a possible AU draft ideas since i have other things to work on, but maybe if i can, I can develop more into this AU and see if anyone else is interested in this idea.

What do you all think? Do you think their covens are fitting for each of them or not? Let me know.

#this is tugs #bigg city port #au idea #tugs au #owl house #possible au #star tugs #z-stacks #yes I added my OCs cause why not. #I will bring up Palismans later on.

[transfem-edward]

ANSWERING UNANSWERABLE THOMAS QUESTIONS[or most of them]

hc, going off logic, joke answer cuz idk, canon

Are thomas and tugs set in the same universe: since big Mickey exists in cgi, yes

Why do the drivers wear suits: I wish I knew cuz those can't be comfortable

Can the engines sleep while in operation: probably but it wouldn't be safe

How does etiene have a mustache: cuz he's french

Is gators real name is Gerald, why does his nameplate say gator: like duck, he probably just preferred gator

Can the engines breathe underwater: considering rustys ghost engine died after falling into the swamp, I highly doubt it

Do the engines breathe at all: yes

How old is lady hatt: probably in her 70s

How old is dowager hatt: probably in her 90s

Why do some rolling stock have faces: cuz the show is inconsistent

How does Jeremy's pilot see: through his eyes

Who installed pinchy onto d10: whoever built him, he was prolly built to work in a scrapyard

Do the pack/marion have drivers:probably

Do the engines get flies on their faces: yes

Can engines have feelings for eachother: yep, the show decided it was necessary

[Tugs questions time yall]

Why do some Tugs have doors to their head: no clue

How do they attach themself: they shoot the ropes like spiderman

How did sea rogue lose an eye: I like to think smtn hit his eye once and it got damaged

Why do the tugs have lifeboats: cuz why wouldn't they

How does izzy pay for the towing: his driver pays

Where's lord stinkers mouth: the haul is

How do they have hair: how do they have eyebrows? They just do

[Back to ttte]

How much of an engine has to be removed before its considered dead: I think its only truly dead once the face is destroyed

If the face is removed is the engine still operable: yes

Where does Stepney work: wherever he wants to

Can engines get black eyes or nosebleeds: if they can get bloodshot eyes/can blush, they can get injured too

Who applies daisy's makeup: it's painted on like the rest of her paint is

Who made whiffs glasses: whoever fucked up badly enough to make an engine need glasses

Would ice have helped james' beesting: yes

Do engines NEED to breathe: I'd assume so

How did the coaches speak before having faces: telepathy

Why doesn't city of Truro have a face: I mean...did she in the books?

Does daisy feel the passengers when they're inside of her: yes

Does not having paint = naked: what

Does the fire go out = being tired: from what we've seen, yes

How do the engines feel pain: because they're alive

Why do Mr Percivals kids look nothing like him: one of those kids had black hair so smtn tells me genetics are just fucked on sodor

Are the culdee fell engines constantly looking 2 directions: yea probably

Why does Trevor like children so much: because kids are seen as happy and cheerful, Trevor likes seeing people happy

#ttte #thomas and friends #thomas the tank engine #unanswerable thomas questions

[thatyamiguy-blog]

Disturb at own risk (Ben 10)

After a summer of being trapped in the RV around Ben and gramps, who while she loved and had enjoyed saving the world with, Gwen Tennyson was excited to be back home. Not just because she had missed her parents, or that she was excited for the start of the school year, But also because she had a interesting way of relaxing and indulging herself and it was one that hadn't been a option in the closed off confines of the rust bucket. Left to her own devices so to speak after having spent hours talking with her parents and playing a few board games, Gwen was almost shaking with delight as she wiggled out of her pants and then her undies, bending down and tugging out her secret delight from it's hiding spot under her bed: A package of extra thick white and pink diapers, called little stinkers. Because you see, Gwen a true blue, chin drooling goo goo gaga diaper girl who could waste away hours in her huggies and crapping herself. Of course while she delighted in the feeling of the diapers, and doubly so when wet and triple so when stinky.. She was also smart enough how life ruining it could be for her if her pervy little squishy diaper fun time got out and took great care to keep it a secret, even taking medications to tone down the smell of her BM's. 'Yeah, doubt I'd be getting looked at by all these private schools and the like if they knew I relax by going all durrr and pooping myself.' Gwen thought with a blush, She had opened the package now and was taking one out, wondering not for the first time just what was it about diapers she liked so much, but like always the need to be a big dumb diaper baby for a few hours ended the mental debate and soon she was sprinkling baby powder on and getting ready for a afternoon of padded fun.

Ben was already missing hero life, since Grandpa Max had made it clear he wasn't going to be able to get away with going hero as much as he had during the summer AND when you add in he'd gotten in for for 'somehow' forgetting he'd been suppose to do book reports and the like to help make up his grades (Technically He shouldn't of passed but his parents had come up with the extra school work over the summer deal) "You would think what with keeping Ghostfreak from turning everyone into monsters I would get a bye on having to a read stupid book but nooooo.." Ben grumbled, kicking a rock on his way over to Gwen's house. the only way he was going to get all of the backlogged work done was going to be with Gwen's help, his parents and Gwen's knew it and while they didn't know what Gwen was doing, her parents who had come over for a visit had told Ben they were sure she'd be glad to help him. 'yeah, after she makes fun of me. we both know she'll wanna lord over how much smarter she is being a little miss perfect.' Ben thought and huffed as he let himself into his aunt and uncles house, having been given the spare key. Little did Ben know he was about to find out that Gwen wasn't so perfect after all though he'd never have a chance to tell anyone and be believed.

It wasn't long after Gwen had gotten her diapie on that she felt the need to go, since she never knew exactly for sure how long she would have the house to herself before diapering up she would always 'pre-game' so to speak and take laxatives so that she could be a mush tush baby in short order. She had already wet herself, giggling as she posed in front of her mirror and pointing a finger at herself so the reflection pointed back. "You, are a big dumb diaper wetting toddler! Now let's make it even better!" she giggled and turned around, looking over her shoulder so she could watch and she dropped into a semi squat. bearing down and grunting, it wouldn't take more then a loud brassy fart or two before her efforts were rewarded and a large lump started to form in the back of her diaper, growing and making the room fill with the soft crackle as her mostly silently movement expanded the diaper. "Mppph~ fuck yeah.. Poop that diaper you big dumb-" Gwen was groaning, then her door opened up and Ben was standing there smirking. "BABY!" he finished, smirking and then laughing and pointing. "Oh my god, little miss perfect is a pamper packer!" "B-Ben! Get out!" Gwen yelled, trying to stop herself but atlas, her bowels weren't finished and she frozen in place as she proved what a super duper diaper pooper she was, more lumps filling out the diaper and making it discolor and sag. If it wasn't for the fact that Ben was watching her crap herself Gwen would of been proud of the load she was making, but somehow being watched robbed her sense of joy.  go figure. "Oh wow, Look at that! you're really doing a number on your huggies huh BABY Gwen?" Ben snickered, coming over and then slapping a hand on her mush tush, making Gwen screw up her face and cry out. No stranger to mushing her stinky butt or bouncing in her load, she was taken back by how kinda NICE it felt to get her stinky rump spanked by someone else. 'Ok, file that away for anther time.. have to ignore that for now and-' Gwen was thinking when Ben swatted her butt for a second time. Her eyes rolled back and she got a goofy smile on her face, biting her lower lip as she trembled, and failed to keep a low moan of delight back. "..are..you..Oh man! this just get better and better! stinky baby Gwen wikes having her smelly diapies spanked!" Ben roared with laughter, swatting away at her behind now as she finished up. "I can't wait to tell everyone about this! oh, I should get pictures! OH!! I know I'll just have you do all my homework from now on and in return I'll swat your shit swelled diap-" Ben was saying when suddenly a pink energy field surrounded him and held him up in the air. a flustered and shaking Gwen turned around, her ruined diaper plastered to her ass but she gave a weak but evil smile. "Yeah about that.." She said, willing her composure back. "...Is it too late to say I can pretend this never happened?" Ben asked with a squeak. "WAY too late."

Ben found himself with think to think and reflect on his actions as he was pinned to a wall by Gwen's magic, the back of his undies having been pulled up and tugged over his head so he could suffer a painful wedgie and his mouth stuffed with a pair of her socks (Clean thankfully) while Gwen went and cleaned up. He was positioned in stuck a way that using the omimatrix was out of the question and as he heard the shower running all he could do was hope that Gwen would calm down and they could just have a good laugh about this. Or hey, maybe she would take him up on the offer to tease and spank her for homework, it could happened! 'yeah, and I could grow a second head and start a career doing duets with myself. but best possible endgame is she just erases my memory.' Ben thought, squirming and ironically feeling his own bladder filling up from fear. 'Oh yeah, that'll be great..you already pissed her off, let's make a puddle on her carpet and see how much that helps' he thought to himself sarcastically. The shower turned off and as Gwen made her way back, Ben could only hope and pray that maybe she would just live and let live.

All cleaned up though annoyed her diaper butt time had been drastically reduced because of Ben, Gwen had gone over several punishments/ways of keeping him from blurting out her fetish. most of them involved some over the top violence which she knew would be a HUGE no no, she couldn't just cripple or kill Ben, that wold be wrong. 'I guess I could just erase the memory from him or..Or..' and Gwen smiled to herself as she came in, smirking at the restrained Ben. "Having fun wedgie boy?" she asked, and listened to his muffled attempts to talk. "Oh really? well seems like a pity to let you down now.. but I will..well after I take care of our little issue." Gwen said, coming over and having her spell book out. Ben whimpered and thrashed about, clearly scared. "Relax doofus, I'm not going to hurt anything but your pride, and in the process maybe help you become a better student and hero." Gwen said cheerfully, her statement making Ben pause and look at her in confusion. "I'm going to turn you back into a toddler, and remove the omiatrix from you and claim it for myself. everyone will just remember that there was a series of female aliens who saved the day. You'll still be you though with a bad case of baby babble and well, who's going to believe a widdle 2 and a half year old when he goes on about how I'm a diaper girl..or that he's a big boy who turns into aliens? It'll just sound like you were watching TV and wanted to be like the heroes you saw on them." Gwen said and smiled, stroking Ben's cheek as he started to struggle and cry. "Hey hey..it's not going to be all bad Ben...I'm going to make it so you'll enjoy your stinky diapers just as much as I do, after all I'm not a monster. Just a witch." Gwen said and then pulled the socks out of Ben's mouth. "Any last worlds before I return you to huggies and sleeping in a crib?" "GWEN PLEASE I'M SORRY!! I WON'T TELL ANYONE PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!!" Ben cried out, crying and hysterical and wetting himself, making Gwen step back. "I should be mad at you for the puddle..butttt considering what I'm about to do, I think that makes us even." She said and then there was a flash of pink light.

Ben sat up, looking around and his vision was all distorted for a second. rubbing his eyes and tossing a blanket off of himself he realized he must of blacked out and been put to Bed, Gwen had clearly just been trying to scare him. Or at least that's what he thought till he pulled his fists away from his eyes and noted how TINY there were, that his watch was gone, and that he was in a power ranger themed pull up that was bloated with pee. Looking around his room he was growing more and more horrified as he found himself not only in  crib, but his room had been turned into a little boys nursery! Slowly getting to his feet and knowing his baby fat, Ben wobbled over to crib bars, the mattress too soft and making walking a challenge but Ben had already made up his mind, he was NOT going to fucking crawl! Shaking the bars (As if that would help) he called out, yelling for his Mom, or his dad..or really anyone, wincing at how babyish his voice sounded and whining as he couldn't get the words to come out right.. basically able to cry for 'mama' or 'dada' and getting out the name 'Gwen' and words 'diaper' and 'pooper'...everything else was just gibberish. even as he stood there, ranting away a weird sensation started to take hold of Ben, and he trailed off confused as to what he was feeling even as he squatted down and his butt started to feel warm, it wouldn't be till the smell hit his nose that he would clue in, yelling out even as the door to his new nursery opened up and his mom was coming in. "POOPIE! BEN POOPIE!" he cried out, howling and farting, tears welling up in his eyes even as a shudder went though him, the smell aside, this was starting to feel kinda nice. "Whew! I'll say you are! I guess that settles the debate over trying to potty train you yet, that was your last pull-up." His mom said, waving a hand and laughing going and opening a window. "I buh daba ba guh Gwen nwa me poopie!" Ben whined, trying to explain to his mother what had happened but of course all he got was a patronizing grin from her and she came over, patting his head and then the back of his pull-up as it was drooping big time from the weight of his load. "Uh huh..really? amazing!" she giggled and then pulled him up. "I was gonna wait for you to finish but I don't think that pull-up has much life left in it, and you don't wanna make a stinky mess all over your bed right?" she asked, cooing and then making silly faces. Despite himself Ben giggled and clapped, shaking his head no.

One humiliating trip over the training potty and then a change into a thick massive diaper, and Ben was carried downstairs trying to hide himself in his mother's shoulder/chest, embarrassed that he was in just a diaper since it was nice and warm in the house. It would of been bad enough being seen by his dad like this, though he was convinced that just like mom he would also think Ben hadn't grown up yet, It was the OTHER voices he had heard as he was being brought down that had made him all shy. Uncle Frank's loud booming voice, then teasing voice of Aunt Natalie and the worse of all: Gwen's voice! "So guess who was right and who was wrong about Ben being ready to potty train?" Ben's mom asked as came into view of the living room where everyone was. "Hmm well since Ben's in a diaper..and squirming..I'm gonna say..You!" His dad said, smirking and wagging his eyebrows playfully. The comment was enough to make little Ben giggle despite himself, pulling away from his moms shirt to flash a smile. "..heh, your not man enough to try and put this butt back in diapers." His mom said, setting Ben down on his feet and giving his butt a pat. "Go play with Gwen! he was saying your name over and over in the nursery." "Was he now?" Gwen said, scooting her butt off the couch and holding her arms open, a big smile on her face that undoublty looked warm and friendly to the adults..but to little Ben it looked like a crocodile inviting it's prey in. He shook his head no and babbled away again, tugging on his mom's pant leg and pointing at Gwen, getting her name out every so often, as everyone chuckled. "Yes Ben, that's your cousin Gwen. I know. Go play." Mom said, giving his rump anther pat. Letting out a big huff, Ben's eyes suddenly lit up as he scanned the room and saw some coloring books and crayons. Sure he couldn't talk right, but he could totally write out a message! toddling over as fast as his little legs would let him, a effort not helped by the bulky diaper and more then once he almost fell over, Ben made his way over and yanked out the coloring book and the crayons, flashing Gwen a big toothy smile. One that she returned with a slight smirk. "Oh, do you wanna make me a pretty picture Benny? You KNOW I love your art!" Gushed Gwen. 'ok..she's not worried worried..what does she know that I don't.' Ben thought then looked down at the cover of the book. it had some generic super heroes on it, fighting likewise a generic villain but what worried Ben was he couldn't make out the words on the cover. Opening the book up Ben plopped on his butt, flipping though the pages and seeing that he couldn't read ANY of the text in the book, it looked like just gibberish to him and also..man did he apparently stink at staying in the lines. whining and slamming the book shut Ben tossed the crayons towards Gwen and was huffing and sniffling, on the voice of a toddler tantrum. "Whoa hey little man! we do NOT throw things!" His dad said, going to get up. "I'm sorry, I don't know what's got him all worked up!" His mom added. "hey it's ok, I bet I know what he wants, but he's upset about it because he failed potty training." Gwen said, smiling and getting up and scooting over to Ben on her hands and knees then plopping herself down close, snatching him up and into her lap. "Somebody wants his favorite cousin to give him a ba-ba of milk doesn't he?" She coo'ed and tickled his chin. despite that being the last thing int he world Ben wanted right now, his babyish instincts kicked in and he was gurgling and cooing, laughing and nodding his head yes.

It was a ironic hell for Gwen of all people as she rocked the little guy in her arms. she had meant to make Ben just helpless and unable to blab her secret,.. but now as she saw the freedom he had to waddle around in diapers with them on display, and him being expected to use them, well she felt jealous. 'Look at that massive diaper! I just wanted him babied! I didn't know Uncle Carl and Aunt Sandra went mega diapers!' Gwen mentally huffed, playing with Ben while waiting on aunt Sandra to make the ba-ba of warm milk. she was tracing a finger on his tummy and clearly Ben had been a SUPER ticklish toddler from the way he was giggling and squirming, even though every so often he was able to hit her with a look of anger, it was clear he was all there. 'Well if he gets to wear a big old diaper and poop himself whenever he wants, I'm gonna help out! I can live the dream though him!' Gwen thought and only Ben would notice the light pinkish glow as Gwen traced a few symbols onto his tummy, the adults for the most part had gone back to ignoring them. Ben went to go and cry out, to get help somehow (not that he would of been able to) but it was too late anyways as aunt Sandra was back and handed Gwen the bottle of warm milk, the last thing needed to trigger the little spell she had just placed on lil Ben. "Bottoms up!" She coo'ed and popped the nipple in his mouth and smiled as his nurse urge overrode his common sense and he started to suckle.

Ben knew that nothing good could come of the spell on his tummy tum, but he was just helpless to do anything about it. thinking about it the worst that Gwen could really do with everyone in the room was making him crap himself and well, he wasn't the best at reading people but he had a feeling that Gwen was actually jelly of his diaper butt status. the idea amused him and as the warm milk dulled his already less then brilliant mind he came up with a ultimate revenge plan: he was gonna take all the big smelly diaper poops she wished she could and rub it in her face (Figuratively not literately.) Suckling down the milk as fast as he could and feeling the urge to go building up(only because it was being magically induced, from now on it would be clear he'd have no control over it till he potty trained, if he'd even be able to) Ben pushed the bottle out of his mouth when it was have drained and whined, baby babble and Gwen's name. "Gwen, he needs to be burped." Aunt Natalie said. "oh, ok!" Gwen said and lifted him up, getting his head over a shoulder and patting his back. it actually felt really nice and Ben was quickly losing his hate for this new form if he could get this kind of attention, but he still had a revenge plan to enact and had to do it at least once. Letting out a massive belch that got comments of 'nice one!' from the men in the room, he pushed back again Gwen with all the power in his tiny arms till he could lock eyes with her, then pulled back in so he could give her cheek a drooly smooch even as all hell broke loose in the seat of his diapers. "Wow, as much as he went earlier and he still has more in him!?" his mom chuckled. "I'll take him from you Gwen." "N-No that's ok." Gwen said, blushing now and he could feel her hand on his mush tush. "Clearly he wants me right now, right Ben?" Ben giggled and nodded, puffing out his cheeks as he helped the poopie escape out into his diaper and made a load that comparatively, put Gwen's to shame.

In the aftermath Ben and Gwen semi patched things up, she couldn't undo the spell so Ben WAS stuck like that but she did manage to make it so she could understand him at least and earned the title of his number one favorite babysitter. Of course if  either of their parents had know such babysitting session was filled with both of them diapered and drinking from baby bottles and having poop off's, they would of come to a end, or at least had a babysitter for both of them, like that nice Julie girl who had moved in down the block..

The end?

[kingcrane8]

Frank, Eddie, Lord Stinker and Belly Bouy (from TUGS)  as Seagulls (Spongebob Squarepants)

[sidespart]

The Fall of King Romulus part 4

Summary: Twin Princes Remus and Romulus are cursed at birth with Honesty and Obedience. When Romulus, who cannot disobey any order, is told to kill his brother the next time he lays eyes on him, he changes his name to Roman and runs away. Roman joins up with a misfit group of adventures and plans to never return to his homeland. But the fae have other plans for him...

Warnings (for whole fic not necessarily individual chapters): Violence, mind whammying/memory altering, curse of obedience related consent issues, references to sex, references to war related injuries/PTSD, references to child abuse/neglect (YMMV on that one but just in case), antagonstic-but-not-exactly villian!Janus, Extremly-moraly-dubious-but-not-exacty-unsympathetic-Remus

Pairings: Mostly Platonic LAMP and all the found family feels. Could be read as pre-slash.

Feedback appreciated.

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Prologue     Chapter 1   Chapter 2  Chapter 3

“I will grant them handsome features and beguiling voices,” the maiden whispered, her own voice dripping with honey “that all who great them will be blessed from the meeting.”

“I told you it wouldn’t work!” Remus grinned smugly when Romulus was deposited back in in their room, their nanny shutting the door firmly behind him.

“Urghh.” Romulus whined as he hurled himself face first onto Remus’ bed, making his giggling brother bounce from the impact. “But it should have! It always does in the stories!”

What was the point of having a twin, Romulus wondered if they couldn’t even switch places to get him out of boring geography lessons?

Remus poked him until Romulus rolled over onto his side to pout at his brother.

“It’s because I’m better lookin’ than you.” Remus told him cheerfully.

Romulus thwacked him with a pillow. “We’re identical!”

“Doesn’t matter,” Remus grabbed a second pillow from the floor, “I’m still the cute one!”

“Are not!”

“Are too!”

“Are not!”

“Are to – oof!”

The pillow fight soon descended into a wrestling match, their shrieks and giggles echoing through the bed chamber.

Eventually they ran out of breath and Remus flopped back down on the bed, his legs hanging over the edge. Romulus collapsed on the floor amongst the fallen pillows, batted Remus’ foot away from his face and gazed up at the family portrait hanging above their fire place.

They were identical. The artist had taken care to draw the crown prince a little bigger than his brother, closer to the forefront of the picture, but even so; their hair, eyes, nose - everything was the same.

Romulus glanced up at his brother, who was currently digging snot out his nose with every sign of enjoyment. Romulus gagged. They were not the same -Remus was gross!  

Except.

Everyone said what a handsome young man Remus was growing up to be. How brightly his eyes sparkled.  How confidently he held himself, even as a child. They never said that stuff about Romulus.

Remus shone, even when he was being gross.

“Your voice is better.” Remus said suddenly, snapping Romulus out of his sulk.

“What?”

“Your voice.” The older twin lent over the bed, staring his brother in the eye “It’s nicer than mine, ‘specially when you sing.” Romulus beamed, showing off his gap toothed smile. Their parents had hired teachers to drill both boys on the lute and harpsicord, but Romulus’ talent for singing was all him.

“You think so?”

“Yeah.” Remus smiled back at him. He’d lost a baby tooth that week too – one of his canines, giving him lopsided fangs. “And you’re way better at crying.”

“What! Well – your feet are stinker!”

“You’re worse at pranks!”

“Well you’re worse at fencing!”

“But l I’m the best at tickling!” declared Remus and leapt from the bed, pinning Romulus with his knee whilst his fingers attacked his brothers armpits.  The younger prince’s peals of laughter and cries for mercy were so loud nanny came rushing back to check on them, finding the future rulers of Notaleveale wrapped around each other on the floor, covered in dust and wearing matching smiles.

“I will grant them strength and creativity.” The mother smiled, she had a thousand eyes and all of them twinkled under the halls many candles “so that their rule will never be questioned.”

“Lord Venchi?”  Romulus asked.

The royal treasurer, normally one of the more composed members of his father council, was pacing the entrance hall alone, what little hair he had left sticking up in all directions as he tugged at it.

“Oh, Your Highness!” The he gasped when he caught sight of Romulus, “oh thank goodness! He-“

Romulus sighed. “What has my brother done now?”

Romulus had spent the morning on a rare visit into town, missing the days council meeting. It was completely unfair -  Romulus attended meetings almost daily, under Julius supervision, as part of his training to one day take over managing whichever aspect of the kingdom bored the future King Remus the most. They were mind numbingly dull sessions and it was only Julius’ steady glare that kept Romulus’ eyes open and his face attentive.

But today, visitors from the far south were attending. Which meant the session might actually be interesting. Which meant Remus got to go, and Romulus was immediately barred from entry. Instead, his father had asked him to represent the family at the ceremonial graduation of the latest batch of city watch recruits. So, instead of hearing tales from beyond the kingdoms borders, he had spent most of the day on a podium waving dispassionately at a crowd of braying onlookers.

It was always daunting, being around so many common folk. They lacked the decorum of the nobles at court. Whilst most seemed content to gape and sigh at him from a distance, there was always one who would shout out ‘my prince, look at me!’, ‘come here!’, ‘kiss my baby!’

Even with his fathers voice ringing in his ears – “no matter what you hear, stay by your guards side until you are back in the palace.” – Romulus had spent the day tense and unhappy, pinpricks of pain dancing in his skull. By the time he was allowed to speak he had quite forgotten his prepared speech and been forced to make up a quick poem on the spot. The crowd had seemed happy enough – the watch captain had tears in his eyes - but he knew neither Julius or his parents would be happy with his improvising once his guards had reported in.

He had hoped to get a few hours alone before the inevitable lecture, and were it anyone else he might have tried to sneak by without getting pulled into whatever chaos Remus had caused.

But Venchi was an old ally, one who had served his father wisely for years and who always took the time to compliment Romulus on his few measured contributions to the councils discussions, or to explain carefully any point he had missed.

He had also seen Remus at council. There shouldn’t have been anything left that the older prince could do to shock him to this extent.

“He-“ the old man looked like he couldn’t quite believe his own words, “He flipped the table.”

Romulus stared at him. The council table was ancient and enormous, made of a stone so old it’s real name has been lost. Moving it was impossible, the palace had practically been built around it.

“The Arkazeii  ambassador is being seen by a healer.” Venchi continued, “but I believe his foot Is broken, I-“

The side door behind them slammed open suddenly, crashing into the wall with enough force to make the hanging portraits shake. “I said.” Remus roared, a snarl on his handsome face, “Leave me alone!”

His voice was so forceful Romulus found he had taken three steps towards the main door before he stopped himself, face flushing. The order hadn’t been meant for him. Julius, who had clearly been chasing after the young crown prince, was now openly glaring down at Remus, two spots of colour high on his cheeks.

“Your highness I must insist-“

“Seriously?” Remus cackled, “You’re insisting?  Juju, honestly, I am not interested in what you have to say.” He barred his teeth at the King’s advisor, eyes wild,  “If my father wants me he can come get me himself but if not you can go and -oh.”

“Hello Remus.” Romulus sighed, giving the shortest bow he could get away with, “I hear your meeting went well.”

Remus eyes narrowed “Hello Romy, have fun getting your butt kissed in town?” he slug his arm around his brother’s neck, adopting a high pitched, sing song tone in apparent impression of the townsfolk “Oh Prince Romulus, you’re sooo clever and handsome and perfect. Won’t you pretty please sign an autograph and let me suck your di-“

“Your highness, please!” Venchi looked disgusted “There is no need for vulgarity.”

“Aww hey Vee! Wow, your hair is really going, you know the balder you get the more you look like my ballsack? Romy – I’m serious, picture him with two heads”  he held up his thumbs and index fingers and positioned them in front of the red-faced treasurer like a frame “I can’t be the only one that sees this.”

“You are.” Romulus snapped, shrugging his brothers arm off of his shoulders, “Did you really break the Arkazeii ambassadors foot?”

“The Arkazeii ambassador deserved it.” Remus snarled, good humour vanishing instantly. “They want to dig up Orenlla till it’s hollow. Use the rock to turn their sky black. Have you heard the stories outta that place? All the chickens are dying, ’s a travesty.”

“The chickens are- what? Just. Whatever. Not liking his trade ideas doesn’t mean you can hurt him!”

Remus eyes were always sparkling. Like a man on the brink of madness. “I can do whatever I want little brother.” He grinned at him with too many teeth, “you should try it sometime.”

“Your sons have all the makings of rulersss” the final fae smiled, her one golden eye glinting in the depth of her cloak. “My gift is for you. I give your children honestly and obedience.” She smiled sweetly, “May they bring you joy.”

“Your father is sick” Julius told him.

I know that Romulus thought but didn’t say. Watching the old man carefully.

They were in Julius practice room, at the top of the northmost turret, where Romulus had spent so much of his childhood.

“There is of course, still hope. And we have the finest healers, from every corner of the Kingdom.” Julius was pacing as he spoke, wringing his hands. It was profoundly odd, to see the old man so unsettled. But he had known Romulus’ father from when they were both boys. He loved him, as much as he was capable of loving anyone, and he loved the kingdom that he helped rule.

So Romulus found he wasn’t as surprised as he should have been with what Julius said next.

“Your brother cannot be allowed to take the throne.”

Since Romulus curse had been recognised, his parents had taken great pains to limit the brothers’ interactions, for both of their safety.

Remus could not keep a secret.

Remus was honest. He was honest at their mothers funeral when he’d announced to the mourners that she was ‘a bitch by anyone’s definition’ and honest later than evening when he’d sobbed into Romulus’ shoulder and cried that he would miss her.

He was honest when he announced to Romulus causally, over are rare shared meal, that he dreamed about killing him. “I’d do it with a morning star” he told him, slapping his spoon down onto the head of a roasted tomato and watching the red pulp fly about his plate. “Just like that.”

He was honest when he forced his way into Romulus’ room at night, shook him awake and told him, shaking, that the palace was haunted. That voices whispered to him from every corner - so loud that he couldn’t sleep.

He was honest when Romulus asked him, baffled, why are you telling me this. “I trust you.” Remus admitted, his voice thick, “You’re the only one I can trust.”

Just because he was honest, didn’t mean he was right.

Romulus gazed at Julius, his face carefully blank – a skill he had perfected over many council meetings.- and said “I don’t think you can order me to change our birth order.”

“No.” Julius smiled, and had the decency to look pained. “That’s not what I’m going to ask.”

In this room, Julius had tried every trick to strip Romulus of his curse. And when he failed, he’d dedicated himself to learning every possible way it could be exploited. In order to help protect him, of course.

“Sit there and listen to me until I finish.”

If Romulus didn’t hear an order in full, even if he could guess it, it could be ignored. As a child he’d sometimes escape his teachers simply by running away before they could give him the next task.

“The next time you lay eyes on your brother, kill him. Ensure no one can trace it back to you.”

Vague orders were still orders, and often more effective than those that were too direct. If he couldn’t prevent someone from seeing him, then he would have to kill the witness too in order to obey the instructions in full.

“Let no one know you did it. Tell no one of our conversation”

There was, by now, a long list of things Romulus was forbidden from talking about. It was one of Julius’ favourite orders to give.

“If anyone contradicts this order, ignore them.”

Contradictions were tricky. Normally the most recent order would take precedence, but often enough once the newer order had been completed, the old one would return.

“Do you understand me, Price Romulus?”

Romulus nodded and some of the tension left Julius’ shoulders.

He smiled at Romulus then, and lent over the bush back a strand of hair that had fallen across the young man’s face. He left his hand on Romulus cheek and gazed at him like he really was a kindly old mentor and Romulus his favoured pupil.

“This year, it will be the rise of King Romulus. You will be a just and fair ruler. I’ll make sure of it.”

***

As the second son of a King, Romulus future had never been certain.

His parents discussed it often. He should have become a commander in the army, or a leader of the church or married off to a neighbouring princess and become king in his own right. With all options too likely to lead to discovery however, it had been decided he would stay home, construct a reputation of studious detachment and become his brothers distant advisor.

Help him. Protect him.

Like Julius protected them.

Instead, Romulus ran away and became Roman.

Roman was loud and confident and sprouted poetry and song without hesitation. He basked in the attention from crowds and flirted  with every pretty face who crossed his path. He worked and earned for himself and argued back with anyone who disagreed with him and never sat still if he could help it. He kept Romulus and his memories of home buried so deep sometimes he forgot he’d ever had another name.

Even so, there had always been, at the back of his mind, the paranoia of this day. When he would be found. Recognised. Forced back to Romulus life.

He just didn’t think when it happened it would be so embarrassing.

They’d reached a fork in the road. The Marquis paused and whipped his head from side to side, presumably checking for witnesses although it looked more like he was trying to shake water free from his ears. He stepped in front on Roman.

“You.” He enunciated slowly and loudly “Turn left. Okay? Le – e -e f -t”

Roman stared at him.                                  

He had been kidnapped by an idiot.

With great deliberation he rested all his weight on one foot and turned left. And then kept turning, spinning in a circle a few times until the Marquis hissed “no!” and grabbed his arm.

And then dropped it immediately, wiping his hand on his sleeve.

“You. Just – follow me, alright? This way.”

Roman rolled his eye but did as he was told.  The man could have just told him in the beginning to follow him to wherever their destination was, and Roman would have done so. There was no need to give him a new instruction every few paces. But if the Marquis – what was his first name? Romulus must have known at some point – didn’t know the ins and outs of his curse then Roman wasn’t going to be the one to tell him.

They continued on, the Marquis stopping every three feet to stare at him, or repeat some instruction, or glare at a crumpled map in his hands. Roman despaired. Romulus had had a crush on this man.

At first, Roman assumed he would lead him towards the Royal Palace and present his find to the Princess or to whatever other Notalevealian nobles were already here for the coronation. But instead he tugged him away from the wider streets, back down hill towards the main sprawl of the city.

“Where are you taking me, villain?” Roman asked after twenty minutes of marching “because I’m pretty sure we’ve passed that street lamp three times already.”

“Somewhere where your little friend won’t be able to help you.” the Marquis muttered, glaring at the lamp in question.

Roman felt his heart freeze. His friend?

He supposed it made sense. There was no conceivable way they could have been followed in the woods. Not without Patton or Virgil noticing. The Marquis must have spotted him in the market and followed from there, which means he would have at least seen Logan, perhaps the others too since he had been at the tavern…

Although why would a noble be at the Stevangie street market?

He tried not to let his anxiety show on his face, puffing his chest out and summoning his most haughty glare.

“Listen to me, lordling, if any harm should come to them I will personally-“

“Them?” The Marquis stumbled, map fluttering to the floor. When he spun to glare at Roman his eyes were enormous. “How many are there?”

Roman blinked, haughty glare ruined by his genuine confusion. “Erm,” he tried “lots?”

The Marquis audibly gulped, but before Roman could even attempt to interpret that the man’s face brightened, his gaze caught on something behind Roman. He smirked, some swagger returning to his step.

“No matter.” He said and grabbed Romans arm, dragging him towards a nondescript building in the centre of the street, unlocking the door and shoving the bard through.

It was a bath house. The back entrance, perhaps, but the damp in the air and smell of scented soap was unmistakable.

Roman tried, in his sleep-deprived, underfed, over-stressed state, to come up with a reasonable explanation for this.

He had nothing.

“Why-“

“Shut up” The Marquis snapped. “Walk that way.” He pushed Roman down a long corridor, past arched doorways through which he caught a glimpse of the bathhouse proper, and into a dusty looking stairwell. He had produced a candle from somewhere, but the dim light did very little to illuminate anything as they gingerly picked their way down.

When they finally reached the bottom floor Roman squinted to see boxes and crates of empty bottles– a storage room? But he had no time to take it all in before he was being dragged through another pair of doors. Two more rooms and another set of stairs later and the Marquis finally stopped.

The room he’d led them to was hot and humid. Sweat dripped down Romans nose after only a few seconds. At first he couldn’t work out what the noise that filled the room was, until his eyes adjusted enough to see the tubes running from the floor to ceiling.

“You’re lucky to see this.” The Marquis had to raise his voice over the rush of running water to be heard “This room is a modern miracle – the lifeblood of the city!”

Steveange’s heated bath houses were famous. So much so even Virgil had heard of them, and he seemed to take pride in knowing nothing about the outside world. Roman had assumed the city must have been built on hot springs or some other natural source, but this was something else.

“The furnace is below us.” The Marquis explained, as he propelled Roman towards the back wall. “The pipes bring water from the river, it’s heated and pumped up and out to every bathhouse in the city.”

He grinned with something like pride as he tapped one of the  pipes above Romans head, making it sing, “Arkazeii engineering and Orenllan iron. Lined with Orenllan copper of course…give me your jacket.”

“But. Notaleveale doesn’t trade it’s ores” Roman blinked rapidly, trying to remove the sweat from his eyes, as he shrugged out of his jacket.

Jacket was a generous term – it was a silken red thing, better suited to performances than travelling. But he enjoyed the way it billowed as he walked. The Marquis took it and without so much as a moments respect for the garment, ripped one of the sleeves clean off.

“Hey!”

“You’ve been away a long time.” the Marquis snarled, “you little fae touched traitor.”

Roman gaped at him, even as the man grabbed his right arm and began attempting to tie it to the nearest pipe.

“I used to look up to you” the Marquis continued, “you were everything a Prince should be. But you betrayed your father and put a curse of madness on your brother - all because of your own petty jealousy!”

He squeezed Romans wrist with enough force to leave bruises. And stepped back to admire his handywork. The silky material had no grip and it was painfully obvious the man was not used to getting his hand dirty. The resulting knot looked more like a bow. “You are no prince of mine.”

“Lucius.“ Roman knew he’d known his name. “That’s not true. That’s- that’s not even a clever story! Who came up with that?”

“Shut up.” Some of the panic from the journey had come back to Lucius’ eyes but it faded quickly “And don’t think you can scare me with my name, there is more iron in this room then anywhere else in the city.”

He grinned at Roman nastily. “Your little friends aren’t coming to save you.”

Roman stayed quiet, mind whirling. They thought Remus was cursed?

Well. He was. But not in the way Lucius seemed to believe.

They wouldn’t send a mad man to another kingdoms coronation would they? Had the seller actually been certain Remus was coming?

Tied up, exhausted and with a man who seemed to hate him glaring down, Roman started to giggle in giddy relief.

Lucius stepped back, looking unsettled, before reaching out, roughly grabbing Romans chin and shoving the remnants of his jacket into his mouth. “Stay here,” he told him, slowly and clearly “until I come back with your transport.”

He stood, taking the candle with him to the door. He paused for one moment before leaving, the flickering light illuminating a cruel smirk. “You had better hope I can arrange it before the furnaces come back on.” And he was gone.

Roman glanced above himself into the darkness, where his wrists were strapped tight to the currently cool metal. A rush of fear went through him, finally bringing him down from the giggling hysteria.

Alone In the dark, tried to think.

Roman was a bad friend. He lied to his companions as easy as breathing and took his own fears out on them.

Romulus was a bad prince. He had abandoned his kingdom and his subjects and allowed some sort of conspiracy to spring up in his wake.

But he was a good brother. Remus was alive. And he would stay that way.

After all, this afternoon he thought that Remus was here. That he would have to confront his past, escape the city, evade every member of the Notalevealian court and his  own friends and steal a horse.

Now all he had to do was get out of this basement and outwit one idiot who could barely tie knots and hadn’t even thought to pat him down to check for hidden daggers.

Easy-peasy he thought, his eyes fluttering closed as exhaustion finally overtook him.

Part 5

#roman sanders #sanders sides #remus sanders #creativitwins #sanders sides fic #ts: fall of romulus #sidespart writes

[yamithediaperdork]

Disturb at your own risk (Ben10)

After a summer of being trapped in the RV around Ben and gramps, who while she loved and had enjoyed saving the world with, Gwen Tennyson was excited to be back home. Not just because she had missed her parents, or that she was excited for the start of the school year, But also because she had a interesting way of relaxing and indulging herself and it was one that hadn't been a option in the closed off confines of the rust bucket.

Left to her own devices so to speak after having spent hours talking with her parents and playing a few board games, Gwen was almost shaking with delight as she wiggled out of her pants and then her undies, bending down and tugging out her secret delight from it's hiding spot under her bed: A package of extra thick white and pink diapers, called little stinkers.

Because you see, Gwen a true blue, chin drooling goo goo gaga diaper girl who could waste away hours in her huggies and crapping herself.

Of course while she delighted in the feeling of the diapers, and doubly so when wet and triple so when stinky.. She was also smart enough how life ruining it could be for her if her pervy little squishy diaper fun time got out and took great care to keep it a secret, even taking medications to tone down the smell of her BM's.

'Yeah, doubt I'd be getting looked at by all these private schools and the like if they knew I relax by going all durrr and pooping myself.' Gwen thought with a blush,

She had opened the package now and was taking one out, wondering not for the first time just what was it about diapers she liked so much, but like always the need to be a big dumb diaper baby for a few hours ended the mental debate and soon she was sprinkling baby powder on and getting ready for a afternoon of padded fun.

Ben was already missing hero life, since Grandpa Max had made it clear he wasn't going to be able to get away with going hero as much as he had during the summer AND when you add in he'd gotten in for for 'somehow' forgetting he'd been suppose to do book reports and the like to help make up his grades (Technically He shouldn't of passed but his parents had come up with the extra school work over the summer deal)

"You would think what with keeping Ghostfreak from turning everyone into monsters I would get a bye on having to a read stupid book but nooooo.." Ben grumbled, kicking a rock on his way over to Gwen's house.

the only way he was going to get all of the backlogged work done was going to be with Gwen's help, his parents and Gwen's knew it and while they didn't know what Gwen was doing, her parents who had come over for a visit had told Ben they were sure she'd be glad to help him.

'yeah, after she makes fun of me. we both know she'll wanna lord over how much smarter she is being a little miss perfect.' Ben thought and huffed as he let himself into his aunt and uncles house, having been given the spare key.

Little did Ben know he was about to find out that Gwen wasn't so perfect after all though he'd never have a chance to tell anyone and be believed.

It wasn't long after Gwen had gotten her diapie on that she felt the need to go, since she never knew exactly for sure how long she would have the house to herself before diapering up she would always 'pre-game' so to speak and take laxatives so that she could be a mush tush baby in short order.

She had already wet herself, giggling as she posed in front of her mirror and pointing a finger at herself so the reflection pointed back.

"You, are a big dumb diaper wetting toddler! Now let's make it even better!" she giggled and turned around, looking over her shoulder so she could watch and she dropped into a semi squat.

bearing down and grunting, it wouldn't take more then a loud brassy fart or two before her efforts were rewarded and a large lump started to form in the back of her diaper, growing and making the room fill with the soft crackle as her mostly silently movement expanded the diaper.

"Mppph~ fuck yeah.. Poop that diaper you big dumb-" Gwen was groaning, then her door opened up and Ben was standing there smirking.

"BABY!" he finished, smirking and then laughing and pointing. "Oh my god, little miss perfect is a pamper packer!"

"B-Ben! Get out!" Gwen yelled, trying to stop herself but atlas, her bowels weren't finished and she frozen in place as she proved what a super duper diaper pooper she was, more lumps filling out the diaper and making it discolor and sag.

If it wasn't for the fact that Ben was watching her crap herself Gwen would of been proud of the load she was making, but somehow being watched robbed her sense of joy. go figure.

"Oh wow, Look at that! you're really doing a number on your huggies huh BABY Gwen?" Ben snickered, coming over and then slapping a hand on her mush tush, making Gwen screw up her face and cry out.

No stranger to mushing her stinky butt or bouncing in her load, she was taken back by how kinda NICE it felt to get her stinky rump spanked by someone else.

'Ok, file that away for anther time.. have to ignore that for now and-' Gwen was thinking when Ben swatted her butt for a second time.

Her eyes rolled back and she got a goofy smile on her face, biting her lower lip as she trembled, and failed to keep a low moan of delight back.

"..are..you..Oh man! this just get better and better! stinky baby Gwen wikes having her smelly diapies spanked!" Ben roared with laughter, swatting away at her behind now as she finished up. "I can't wait to tell everyone about this! oh, I should get pictures! OH!! I know I'll just have you do all my homework from now on and in return I'll swat your shit swelled diap-" Ben was saying when suddenly a pink energy field surrounded him and held him up in the air.

a flustered and shaking Gwen turned around, her ruined diaper plastered to her ass but she gave a weak but evil smile.

"Yeah about that.." She said, willing her composure back.

"...Is it too late to say I can pretend this never happened?" Ben asked with a squeak.

"WAY too late."

Ben found himself with think to think and reflect on his actions as he was pinned to a wall by Gwen's magic, the back of his undies having been pulled up and tugged over his head so he could suffer a painful wedgie and his mouth stuffed with a pair of her socks (Clean thankfully) while Gwen went and cleaned up.

He was positioned in stuck a way that using the omimatrix was out of the question and as he heard the shower running all he could do was hope that Gwen would calm down and they could just have a good laugh about this.

Or hey, maybe she would take him up on the offer to tease and spank her for homework, it could happened!

'yeah, and I could grow a second head and start a career doing duets with myself. but best possible endgame is she just erases my memory.' Ben thought, squirming and ironically feeling his own bladder filling up from fear. 'Oh yeah, that'll be great..you already pissed her off, let's make a puddle on her carpet and see how much that helps' he thought to himself sarcastically.

The shower turned off and as Gwen made her way back, Ben could only hope and pray that maybe she would just live and let live.

All cleaned up though annoyed her diaper butt time had been drastically reduced because of Ben, Gwen had gone over several punishments/ways of keeping him from blurting out her fetish. most of them involved some over the top violence which she knew would be a HUGE no no, she couldn't just cripple or kill Ben, that wold be wrong.

'I guess I could just erase the memory from him or..Or..' and Gwen smiled to herself as she came in, smirking at the restrained Ben.

"Having fun wedgie boy?" she asked, and listened to his muffled attempts to talk. "Oh really? well seems like a pity to let you down now.. but I will..well after I take care of our little issue." Gwen said, coming over and having her spell book out.

Ben whimpered and thrashed about, clearly scared.

"Relax doofus, I'm not going to hurt anything but your pride, and in the process maybe help you become a better student and hero." Gwen said cheerfully, her statement making Ben pause and look at her in confusion.

"I'm going to turn you back into a toddler, and remove the omiatrix from you and claim it for myself. everyone will just remember that there was a series of female aliens who saved the day. You'll still be you though with a bad case of baby babble and well, who's going to believe a widdle 2 and a half year old when he goes on about how I'm a diaper girl..or that he's a big boy who turns into aliens? It'll just sound like you were watching TV and wanted to be like the heroes you saw on them." Gwen said and smiled, stroking Ben's cheek as he started to struggle and cry. "Hey hey..it's not going to be all bad Ben...I'm going to make it so you'll enjoy your stinky diapers just as much as I do, after all I'm not a monster. Just a witch." Gwen said and then pulled the socks out of Ben's mouth. "Any last worlds before I return you to huggies and sleeping in a crib?"

"GWEN PLEASE I'M SORRY!! I WON'T TELL ANYONE PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!!" Ben cried out, crying and hysterical and wetting himself, making Gwen step back.

"I should be mad at you for the puddle..butttt considering what I'm about to do, I think that makes us even." She said and then there was a flash of pink light.

Ben sat up, looking around and his vision was all distorted for a second. rubbing his eyes and tossing a blanket off of himself he realized he must of blacked out and been put to Bed, Gwen had clearly just been trying to scare him.

Or at least that's what he thought till he pulled his fists away from his eyes and noted how TINY there were, that his watch was gone, and that he was in a power ranger themed pull up that was bloated with pee.

Looking around his room he was growing more and more horrified as he found himself not only in crib, but his room had been turned into a little boys nursery!

Slowly getting to his feet and knowing his baby fat, Ben wobbled over to crib bars, the mattress too soft and making walking a challenge but Ben had already made up his mind, he was NOT going to fucking crawl!

Shaking the bars (As if that would help) he called out, yelling for his Mom, or his dad..or really anyone, wincing at how babyish his voice sounded and whining as he couldn't get the words to come out right.. basically able to cry for 'mama' or 'dada' and getting out the name 'Gwen' and words 'diaper' and 'pooper'...everything else was just gibberish.

even as he stood there, ranting away a weird sensation started to take hold of Ben, and he trailed off confused as to what he was feeling even as he squatted down and his butt started to feel warm, it wouldn't be till the smell hit his nose that he would clue in, yelling out even as the door to his new nursery opened up and his mom was coming in.

"POOPIE! BEN POOPIE!" he cried out, howling and farting, tears welling up in his eyes even as a shudder went though him, the smell aside, this was starting to feel kinda nice.

"Whew! I'll say you are! I guess that settles the debate over trying to potty train you yet, that was your last pull-up." His mom said, waving a hand and laughing going and opening a window.

"I buh daba ba guh Gwen nwa me poopie!" Ben whined, trying to explain to his mother what had happened but of course all he got was a patronizing grin from her and she came over, patting his head and then the back of his pull-up as it was drooping big time from the weight of his load.

"Uh huh..really? amazing!" she giggled and then pulled him up. "I was gonna wait for you to finish but I don't think that pull-up has much life left in it, and you don't wanna make a stinky mess all over your bed right?" she asked, cooing and then making silly faces.

Despite himself Ben giggled and clapped, shaking his head no.

One humiliating trip over the training potty and then a change into a thick massive diaper, and Ben was carried downstairs trying to hide himself in his mother's shoulder/chest, embarrassed that he was in just a diaper since it was nice and warm in the house.

It would of been bad enough being seen by his dad like this, though he was convinced that just like mom he would also think Ben hadn't grown up yet, It was the OTHER voices he had heard as he was being brought down that had made him all shy.

Uncle Frank's loud booming voice, then teasing voice of Aunt Natalie and the worse of all: Gwen's voice!

"So guess who was right and who was wrong about Ben being ready to potty train?" Ben's mom asked as came into view of the living room where everyone was.

"Hmm well since Ben's in a diaper..and squirming..I'm gonna say..You!" His dad said, smirking and wagging his eyebrows playfully.

The comment was enough to make little Ben giggle despite himself, pulling away from his moms shirt to flash a smile.

"..heh, your not man enough to try and put this butt back in diapers." His mom said, setting Ben down on his feet and giving his butt a pat. "Go play with Gwen! he was saying your name over and over in the nursery."

"Was he now?" Gwen said, scooting her butt off the couch and holding her arms open, a big smile on her face that undoublty looked warm and friendly to the adults..but to little Ben it looked like a crocodile inviting it's prey in.

He shook his head no and babbled away again, tugging on his mom's pant leg and pointing at Gwen, getting her name out every so often, as everyone chuckled.

"Yes Ben, that's your cousin Gwen. I know. Go play." Mom said, giving his rump anther pat.

Letting out a big huff, Ben's eyes suddenly lit up as he scanned the room and saw some coloring books and crayons. Sure he couldn't talk right, but he could totally write out a message!

toddling over as fast as his little legs would let him, a effort not helped by the bulky diaper and more then once he almost fell over, Ben made his way over and yanked out the coloring book and the crayons, flashing Gwen a big toothy smile.

One that she returned with a slight smirk.

"Oh, do you wanna make me a pretty picture Benny? You KNOW I love your art!" Gushed Gwen.

'ok..she's not worried worried..what does she know that I don't.' Ben thought then looked down at the cover of the book.

it had some generic super heroes on it, fighting likewise a generic villain but what worried Ben was he couldn't make out the words on the cover.

Opening the book up Ben plopped on his butt, flipping though the pages and seeing that he couldn't read ANY of the text in the book, it looked like just gibberish to him and also..man did he apparently stink at staying in the lines. whining and slamming the book shut Ben tossed the crayons towards Gwen and was huffing and sniffling, on the voice of a toddler tantrum.

"Whoa hey little man! we do NOT throw things!" His dad said, going to get up.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what's got him all worked up!" His mom added.

"hey it's ok, I bet I know what he wants, but he's upset about it because he failed potty training." Gwen said, smiling and getting up and scooting over to Ben on her hands and knees then plopping herself down close, snatching him up and into her lap. "Somebody wants his favorite cousin to give him a ba-ba of milk doesn't he?" She coo'ed and tickled his chin.

despite that being the last thing int he world Ben wanted right now, his babyish instincts kicked in and he was gurgling and cooing, laughing and nodding his head yes.

It was a ironic hell for Gwen of all people as she rocked the little guy in her arms. she had meant to make Ben just helpless and unable to blab her secret,.. but now as she saw the freedom he had to waddle around in diapers with them on display, and him being expected to use them, well she felt jealous.

'Look at that massive diaper! I just wanted him babied! I didn't know Uncle Carl and Aunt Sandra went mega diapers!' Gwen mentally huffed, playing with Ben while waiting on aunt Sandra to make the ba-ba of warm milk.

she was tracing a finger on his tummy and clearly Ben had been a SUPER ticklish toddler from the way he was giggling and squirming, even though every so often he was able to hit her with a look of anger, it was clear he was all there.

'Well if he gets to wear a big old diaper and poop himself whenever he wants, I'm gonna help out! I can live the dream though him!' Gwen thought and only Ben would notice the light pinkish glow as Gwen traced a few symbols onto his tummy, the adults for the most part had gone back to ignoring them.

Ben went to go and cry out, to get help somehow (not that he would of been able to) but it was too late anyways as aunt Sandra was back and handed Gwen the bottle of warm milk, the last thing needed to trigger the little spell she had just placed on lil Ben.

"Bottoms up!" She coo'ed and popped the nipple in his mouth and smiled as his nurse urge overrode his common sense and he started to suckle.

Ben knew that nothing good could come of the spell on his tummy tum, but he was just helpless to do anything about it. thinking about it the worst that Gwen could really do with everyone in the room was making him crap himself and well, he wasn't the best at reading people but he had a feeling that Gwen was actually jelly of his diaper butt status.

the idea amused him and as the warm milk dulled his already less then brilliant mind he came up with a ultimate revenge plan: he was gonna take all the big smelly diaper poops she wished she could and rub it in her face (Figuratively not literately.)

Suckling down the milk as fast as he could and feeling the urge to go building up(only because it was being magically induced, from now on it would be clear he'd have no control over it till he potty trained, if he'd even be able to) Ben pushed the bottle out of his mouth when it was have drained and whined, baby babble and Gwen's name.

"Gwen, he needs to be burped." Aunt Natalie said.

"oh, ok!" Gwen said and lifted him up, getting his head over a shoulder and patting his back.

it actually felt really nice and Ben was quickly losing his hate for this new form if he could get this kind of attention, but he still had a revenge plan to enact and had to do it at least once.

Letting out a massive belch that got comments of 'nice one!' from the men in the room, he pushed back again Gwen with all the power in his tiny arms till he could lock eyes with her, then pulled back in so he could give her cheek a drooly smooch even as all hell broke loose in the seat of his diapers.

"Wow, as much as he went earlier and he still has more in him!?" his mom chuckled. "I'll take him from you Gwen."

"N-No that's ok." Gwen said, blushing now and he could feel her hand on his mush tush. "Clearly he wants me right now, right Ben?"

Ben giggled and nodded, puffing out his cheeks as he helped the poopie escape out into his diaper and made a load that comparatively, put Gwen's to shame.

In the aftermath Ben and Gwen semi patched things up, she couldn't undo the spell so Ben WAS stuck like that but she did manage to make it so she could understand him at least and earned the title of his number one favorite babysitter.

Of course if either of their parents had know such babysitting session was filled with both of them diapered and drinking from baby bottles and having poop off's, they would of come to a end, or at least had a babysitter for both of them, like that nice Julie girl who had moved in down the block..

The end?

[brick-boats]

“Rubbish can be valuable stuff!”

His majesty Lord Stinkerton the 3rd, twice removed 🧐

#this is tugs #lego #legomoc #lego moc #tugs lord stinker #tugs warrior

[funky-boat-zone]

oh the mortifying ordeal of posting sl abridged lore

ten cents and sunshine are fairly young in both age and mentality by watercraft standards, to the point where captain star sometimes wonders if it’s immoral to keep them working since they act/think like children. she never thinks about it too hard, since that raises a lot more disturbing philosophical/ethical questions about sapient watercraft than she’s willing to consider.

for weeks, hercules has been not-so-subtly dropping hints to lillie to join him in his goal to run away from snugboat harbor and start a new life. she’s not interested, but she’s understandably pretty concerned about herc considering how often he brings this up.

sunshine thought that being separated from ten cents for 24 hours was bad.. until she witnessed the time zip and zug had to be separated for a week due to work obligations, sending both of them into a full-on existential crisis.

warrior genuinely had no idea that little ditcher was sapient, could talk, and did not appreciate him crashing into her for the sake of a cheap laugh until she finally snapped at him after the 5th time.

for whatever reason, top hat almost never has dreams when he sleeps. all he perceives when he sleeps is darkness and a frantic, persistent feeling that he’d much rather be awake, but he can’t until it’s daytime again. he’s only ever brought this up once, and it really put a damper on the other tugs’ moods when they were sharing stories about their weird dreams.

grampus isn’t actually that old, he’d be somewhere in his late 40s if he were human. much to his chagrin, everyone treats him like an old vessel anyway because of his voice.

boffo and socko aren’t secretly scrap dealers or anything, but they are scam artists (as zorran found out the hard way). otis thankfully caught on once they gave him the terms and conditions and left.

steamer actually got arrested during this universe’s version of “taking my turn”, cappy was just going along with zb’s idea of “making friends” because port authority had been suspicious about steamer for months. zb was understandably crushed that his only friend outside his fleet was a criminal.

billy does not respect any of the zero fleet since zorran’s an asshole to him, zb’s annoying, zak once stole some of his explosives, and zug holds uncomfortable energy. the one exception to this is zip, since he can’t remember who they are when they’re away from zug. he’s on good terms with the star fleet, but he’s pretty upset that (apart from sunshine) they almost never talk to him unless they need him to blow something up.

lord stinker regularly laments being a garbage barge, since it’s not his fault that he was built to transport trash. by this point, most of the tugs have gotten sick of his spiel (if they didn’t already dislike working with him because he smells bad, that is).

#sl abridged #saltys lighthouse #shitpost #ask to tag #sl abridged lore

[emilykat-artblog18]

Tugs Owl house AU

Palisman ideas

Just to give some context on what a Palisman is, it’s a magical creature that acts as a witch's closest companion as well as their most powerful magical tool, Basically it’s like a living familiar magic staff.

In this case I’ve correlated each character with their own palisman depending on how they’re connected.

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Star Fleet

Captain Starr - Lion

Ten cents - Griffin/Hawk

Big Mac - Bull

OJ - Owl

Top Hat - Swan

Warrior - Bear

Hercules - Eagle

Sunshine - Beaver

Grampus - Dolphin

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Z-Stacks

Captain Zero - Hyena

Zorran - Rat

Zebedee - Raccoon

Zak - Snake

Zug - Possum

Zip - Magpie

—

Tillie - Bunny

Tianna - Raven

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Lillie Lightship - Firefly/Dove

Billy ShoePack - Alligator

Boomer - Black Cat

Sea Rogue - Parrot

Sea Rogue’s Uncle - Turtle

Burke and Blair - Vultures

Lord Stinker - Skunk

Izzy Gomez - Sloth

Bluenose - Goat

Johnny Cuba - Tasmanian Devil

—

I’ll likely make design my own these Palismans and possibly the character designs for this AU later on. So I hope you all like it!

#this is tugs #bigg city port #tugs au #owl house #star tugs #zed stacks #adding more onto this AU I’m possibly making. #anyone wanna see more of this? #au idea #Palisman ideas

[hunty627]

https://m.soundcloud.com/aceoftrains_music/trouble-in-the-canal-tugs

Top Hat, Lord Stinker, Frank and Eddie got a big surprise! Zeebee was gonna smash right into the bridge! Zak told him to reverse, but it was too late! The steel rig hit the bridge and it was in danger of collapsing before Puffa and the mail train arrive!

#SoundCloud

[jungshookz]

hi cee !! i just thought of how cute coach!jungkook would be where he trains little kids and one day y/n drops off her little brother at practice and sees this cute new coach and is suddenly volunteering to bring snacks for the next game lol

➺ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

➺ genre: if it isn’t obvious by now this is 110% fLUFF, y/n is an obnoxious older sister but we love her, banana milk and animal crackers for everyone!!!!

➺ wordcount: 3.5k

➺ note: hi i want coach!jungkook to hurl a soccer ball at me thanks 

(gif isn’t mine!)

                                       ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“alright, twerp.” you crank the brakes before punching the unlock button on the dashboard “get outta my car.”

you push your sunglasses up to the top of your head before turning to look at lucas in the back seat and raising a brow

…

why is he not moving

“…mommy always walks me to the field.”

oh dear lord

you have places to be and people to sEE

more specifically you have to pick yoongi up at his apartment because you guys are going to watch that new spiderman movie together and you typically like to get there early so that you have more time to decide what you’re going to do in terms of snacks

“well, mommy didn’t drop you off today. sissy did.”

okay quick note: maybe don’T address yourself as sissy ever again

“-big boys walk themselves to the field.” you point out before glancing over at said field “y’know, lu, the world is a big, scary soccer field that you’re going to have to face alone one day…” you sigh and shake your head playfully as you yank the keys out of the ignition

of course you’re going to walk him to the field

you just like messing with him

“-you might as well get a head start now.” you unbuckle your seatbelt before opening the door

“…maybe next year, when i turn 6.” lucas mutters and kicks his legs against the seat

you can’t help but snort at his comment before shutting the door

your parents insist that lucas was planned but let’s be real

he’s more of a… happy accident!

the boy is sixteen years younger than you

he’s 5!

you’re 21!

a sixteen year age gap is never intentIONAL

nevertheless you still love him more than you love yourself

he’s a sweet boy!!!

he actually never went through the whole terrible twos phase and for that you are grateful because you’re pretty sure 18 year old y/n would’ve willingly flung him out the window in a heartbeat

and you know for a fact that he worships you

well

alright

not reaLLy

but he’s a good little brother and you’re a good older sister and you’re just glad that the two of you get along

you just like acting like he’s a little stiNker all the time because it’s fun seeing him get worked up

>:-)

“by the way, don’t tell mom i didn’t put your car seat in my car.” you help lucas out of the car before reaching in to grab his bag for him

you were going to be a responsible older sibling and put his car seat in for him but there were so many things to click and clack and lock and pop and honEstly you just didn’t have the energy to put it in your car so you just buckled him in and made sure to drive a little less recklessly

also you didn’t see the point in installing it in your car since this is going to be the only time you’re ever going to drop him off at his soccer practice session

your mom usually drops him off because duh

she’s m o m

but she had an emergency meeting at work and your dad is on a business trip for the entire week which means that yoU have to take care of him for the afternoon

which is fine!

except you made plans with yoongi, as mentioned earlier

which means you need to get this show on the road if you’re going to get back on the road to get to the show  

“okay, as long as you don’t tell mom i threw my grapes away.”

“wha- you threw your grapes away?!” you gawk at lucas as you shove your keys into your pocket “are you kidding me? you could’ve given them to me! those grapes were organic, too! they were the goOD juicy grapes!”

lucas smiles sheepishly before shrugging

goD

kids these days

throwing away their damn juicy organic non-gmo grapes

what a waste!

“what time am i supposed to come and pick you up again?”

“6:30” lucas hums in response as he swings his hand with yours

hm

the movie is set to end at 7

…how mad would your mom be with you if you made lucas wait an extra half hour in the dark for you?

u know what

it’s a risk you’re going to have to be willing to take

you are SO brave

not all heroes wear capes

“any preferences for dinner? mom won’t be home til late so it’s just the two of us.” you glance down at him as the two of you approach the field

there are already a bunch of other kids there with their parents

usually the parents just sit on the side and watch

and you would totally stay and watch but like…

spiderman > watching a group of sweaty 5 year olds running around and tripping over themselves

“mcdonalds!” lucas grins excitedly

he likes it when you’re in charge of dinner because it actually means that he’s in charge of dinner and he aLways likes it when he gets to choose what to eat for dinner

one time he asked for spaghetti tacos and you just gave him spaghetti tacos with no complaint

it’s amazing!

you’re a pushover for him and he knoWs it

“alrighty. but i’m getting the apple slices for you instead of the fries because you threw your grapes out.”

lucas immediately deflates

oh

u win some u lose some

“okay, bud. i’ll see you at 7!” you chirp before dropping to your knees to give lucas a goodbye hug  

“6:30” lucas corrects you smartly and you resist the urge to roll your eyes

uRgh

you don’t want to miss the ending of spiderman!!!!!!! what if you miss something mAjor that links to the next spiderman movie?!

whaTEver you’ll just watch it again when it eventually gets on netflix

anyways

back to business

one huGE perk of being an older sibling is the fact that you get to embarrass your younger siblings any time and anywhere

it’s your given right!

you’ve earned it

…and this is one of those times

“oH i’m going to miss my lulu so much-“ you’re practically suffocating lucas considering how tightly you’re squeezing him and you can’t help but giggle as you squish sloppy kisses to his chubby cheek

you don’t want him to ever grow up because you lovE kissing his cheeks

they were exTra chubby when he was younger

he’s starting to lose some baby fat :’(

lucas whines and starts to shove at your chest “stop it, my friends are watching!!!”

“well they’re just jealous because they don’t have an older sister as cool as-“ you immediately cut yourself off because-

holy SHIT

who the friG is thAT

it’s almost as if time itself slows down when you’re suddenly made aware of this very beautiful human being

warm brown eyes that you can already envision yourself drowning in

a bright bunny smile tugging at the corners of his mouth

honey caramel brown hair peeking out from underneath a plain black cap

two small, silver hoops hanging from his ears

he’s wearing a plain black hoodie paired with a pair of plain black shorts but somehow he’s making it look like he just walked straIght off a paris fashion week runway  

he has that boyish quality about him that’s making you weak in your knees

and to top it all off

he’s great with kids

your ovaries are quaking

he laughs and throws his head back before giving one of the boys a fist bump and getting back up on his knees

is it weird that you think his thighs are hot?

…yeah that’s a little weird

get it together

you pull away from lucas before resting back on your heels

you reach out to grasp onto his shoulders to make it seem like you’re having a serious conversation with him because let’s face it this is a very serious conversation

“lu. i’m going to ask you a question, and i want you to answer me honestly.” you look him dead in the eye

“…wha-“

“don’t make it obvious, but… is that your coach?” your eyes flicker over his shoulder and lucas whIPS around to look at where you’re looking

okay

way to make it nOt obvious

“mhm! that’s coach jungkook.”

huh

coach jungkook

that has a nice ring to it

he looks to be around your age which is vEry appealing

working man with a stable job

…you’re into it

lucas is obviously blissfully unaware of the way you’re practically drooling over his coach because the next thing you know- “hi coach!!!!!!” lucas waves wildly and starts bouncing up and down excitedly when coach jungkook glances towards your guys’ general direction

you immediately get up off the ground and reach down to dust your knees off

you should’ve worn something cuter had you known lucas’ coach was going to look like that

“hey, buddy!” jungkook leans down to ruffle lucas’ hair when he rushes over to hug his knees “you ready for a fun session?”

you feel your heart skip a beat when he looks up at you and offers you a friendly smile

o god

“hi! i’m jungkook.” he sticks his hand out for you to shake and oH sweet lord even his hands are pretty

“hi…!” you clear your throat and shake his hand briefly “i’m y/n, i’m… uh, i’m lucas’ sister. older sister.”

okay

you’re not sure why you had to throw in that last detail

you’re obviously his older sister you waLNUT

“ah, that makes sense. usually lucas comes with your guys’ mom, so i was just curious… are you going to stay and watch? there’s plenty of space to sit…” he gestures over to where the parents are and you’re about this close to texting yoongi and cancelling your guys’ plans together

spiderman

“she can’t!” lucas blurts out “-she’s watching spiderman with yoongi!”

uh oh

lucas is blowing your chances with coach jungkook right in front of ur eyES

“yoongi- riGht, yeah, i’m watching spiderman with- lu, why don’t you go and warm up with your friends, hm?” you nudge him a little and he nods before ziPPing right off to join his pals

a beat of silence goes by

“yoongi’s my friend. just my friend.” you clear your throat again before glancing at your watch

“good to know…!” jungkook trails off and purses his lips slightly

okay

this interaction is going downhill vEry fast

“i… should probably go if i’m going to get to the movies on time but thank you for the invitation to stay!” you chuckle lightly and jungkook nods in acknowledgement “i’ll see you later? when i come to pick lucas up? it was nice meeting you…?”

you are a hoT mess

you’re all over the place

why are you phrasing everything as a question?

what’s wrong with you?

you complete moron?  

jungkook can’t help but watch as you jog back to your car

hm

lucas never mentioned an older sister

a very pretty older sister, as a matter of fact

of course, lucas doesn’t really mention anything besides a) soccer, b) snacks, and c) power rangers

interesting

very interesting

“how come you’re driving me to practice again?” lucas’ brows knit together in confusion as he looks at you through the front mirror

needless to say he was very much confused when you came to pick him up from school… again

the act of you picking him up from school isn’t weird but usually you only pick him up maybe once every two months

but this is your sixth time picking him up this month

so yeah

it’s a liiiiiittle weird

“because i wanted to give mom… another day off!” you smile brightly and turn on your signal before smoothly swerving to the right and heading down the familiar path to the field

“oh.” lucas nods and slumps back down in his car seat

about five seconds go by before he speaks up again

“how come you have so many drinks and crackers back here?”

your eyes flicker up to the front mirror again and you see him leaning over to look into the huge tote bag sitting next to him

“you know, lu…” you sigh and shake your head “-as your generous, thoughtful, veRy caring older sister, i just want to make sure you have enough energy for practice which is why i took it upon myself to provide nourishment for you and your little friends!”

“…what’s a noorushmint-”

“-just out of curiosity-“ you veer right into your usual parking spot before cranking the brakes

you turn to look at lucas over your shoulder “has coach jungkook… said anything about me?”

“i- oOH banana milk!!!!!!” lucas grins excitedly and pulls one carton out of your bag

here’s the thing

as mentioned earlier this is your sixth time picking lucas up from school and driving him to practice

that means that this is your sixth time seeing jungkook

and each time, he somehow becomes more and more attractive which mEans that you progressively get more and more nervous and awkward-flirty with him each time you see him

every time he looks at you you get all weak in the knees and your palms get sweaty and you end up regurgitating some lame joke about soccer

every time he laughs at your lame jokes about soccer you feel your heart skip a beAt

and you’re obsessed with how attractive he looks when he’s focused on something

he does this thing where he pokes his tongue into his cheek and it just-

oOh it just gets to you

“hey, twerp-“ lucas glances back at you as the two of you start trekking down the grassy hill to get to the field “don’t tell your friends that you already drank a banana milk in the car otherwise they’re going think that i’m playing favourites which i guess i kinda am buT-“

“y/n!” you immediately freeze when you hear jungkook call your name and you neaRly trip over your feet in surprise “-let me help you with that!”

you swallow thickly before offering jungkook a bright smile “hey! oh, that’s so nice of you…” he takes the two tote bags from you eaSily

what the heck

you were out of breath just picking them up and he’s acting as if they’re as light as feathers

you feel your mouth go dry when you catch a glimpse of his biceps flexing

the lord is testing you toDay

“hi coach!” lucas greets enthusiastically

jungkook grins down at lucas before wiggling his brows “someone’s certainly very energetic today-“

“y/n gave me an extra banana milk and i drank it all in thirty seconds!!!!!”

well

he totally just blew your cover

“you said you wouldn’t tell!” you scold playfully and lucas giggles before dropping his bag to the floor and spRinting over to his friends

“banana milk, huh?” jungkook peeks into one of them before looking over at you

he loves banana milk!!!!!!!!

“banana milk and animal crackers.” you correct and jungkook raises a hand in defence

oh fRick

he loves animal crackers too!!!!!!

you are the girl of his dreams!!!!!!

,.,.,.but like.,,., in a super casual way

because he hasn’t known you for very long

but it’s safe to say that he’s already become veRy fond of you and your company

you’re super friendly

and you’re super funny

and you’re super pretty

it’s also super cute when you’re cheering on for lucas on the sidelines

whenever he scores a goal you jump up and down on your feet and clap suPer excitedly and basically scREAM for him

jungkook loves how supportive you are even though this is a kiddie soccer game and the stakes are so unbelievably low

and his heart melted into a warm puddle that time lucas tripped and scraped his knee and you imMEdiately rushed to his aid

you patched him up and even kissed his boo-boo!!!!!! (lucas was a little embarrassed by that) ((he wouldn’t have minded if u did that at home but u did it in front of all of his bROS and he’s like the resident Cool Guy))

it doesn’t get any cuTEr than that!!!!!!

and jungkook knows that he’s here to coach but he’s finding it vEry hard to do his job whenever you’re around

because you smell like warm vanilla and your laugh is contagious and your smile makes his stomach do flip-flops

and the fact that you brought snacks and drinks for the kids is honestly just the icing on the cakE

“wanna split a banana milk?” jungkook jumps in surprise when he feels a gentle tap on his shoulder

“wh- sorry, what was that? i was, uh, thinking about… stuff.” he clears his throat

wow

talk about s m o o t h

“i put the bag down for five seconds and the kids went wild but i managed to snag one carton without losing an arm.” you snort and poke the straw through the top “you wanna split one with me?”

he knows you’re not a mindreader but it’s taking every single one of his brain cells to try to noT think about how kissable your lips look right now

you turn slightly before holding the carton up for him to take a sip and you just have the cutest smile on your face right now and before he knows it he-

“do you wanna grab dinner sometime?” jungkook blurts out and his eyes widen in surprise when he realises that he just asked you out on a date

cuRse him and his complete lack of fiLTER

your own eyes widen in surprise and you blink owlishly

where did thAt come from

you’re not complaining or anything because yes of couRse you want to go out on a date with jungkook but heLLo where did that come from!!!!!!

“um, i-“

“oh, god. sorry! i’m sorry, that was totally- ah, jeez-“ jungkook groans quietly and reaches up to adjust his hat

“-jungkook-“

“-i’m sorry, you’re just really nice and pretty so i thought-“ he can feel his face burning hotter than the damn sun “-i just feeL like we get along really well even though we don’t really know each other buT we can always get to know each other on a date-“

“-yeah, you’re right about that-“

“-i don’t know what i’m thinking!!! i haven’t gone out on a date in a long time so maybe it’s not a-“

“-jungkook!” you slap a hand over his mouth and he stumbles backwards a little from the impact

“…myeah?” his voice is muffled and you give him a warning look so he shuts up quickly

you pull your hand away before adjusting your cardigan a little “i would… i would love to grab dinner with you sometime.”

“oh!” jungkook’s voice is slightly pitchy and he clears his throat quickly “cool. sick.” he says with a lower voice before sniffing and looking back over at the boys

it’s totally whatever

he’s cool

it’s casual

dinner is casual

he’s like… suuuuper chill about it, bro

“mm. sick, indeed.” you tease lightly before nudging his side “…you still wanna split the banana milk with me or not? because i’m going to inhale this entire thing if you don’t want any.”

(the entire time you and jungkook are taking turns taking sips of the banana milk he can’t help but feel like he’s indirectly kissing u)

((but whatever))

(((he’s like…. suuuuuuper chill about it, brO)))

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[noona-clock]

Out of the Question - Part 6, Final Chapter

Genre: Exes!AU

Pairing: Park Seo Joon x You

By Admin B

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

When you woke up the next morning, it took you a few moments to remember where you were. The ceiling was different, which was kind of a weird thing to say because who ever really looks at their ceiling in their bedroom? And yet, it was the first thing you noticed.

You turned your head to one side, and just before you saw him, you remembered: you were at Seo Joon’s house. In Seo Joon’s bed.

But not like that. 

The two of you had gotten so comfortable cuddling (and kissing), and you’d ended up using his skincare and one of his t-shirts as pajamas before falling asleep sometime around 11 o’clock.

He was still asleep, lying on his stomach with his head turned toward you, his cheek somewhat squished against his pillow. It was one of the cutest things you’d ever seen, and you had to physically stop yourself from reaching over and pinching him.

You slowly turned onto your side, scooting just a bit closer to him so you could get a better look.

Your eyes drank in the sight of him. Good Lord, he was just so handsome. Everything about him. His features were perfectly proportionate and perfectly placed. His skin was smooth and radiant. Even his eyelashes seemed to be otherworldly.

Not to mention his actual personality.

And he was yours?

You even had a child with this God of a human being?

Carefully and silently, you reached out with one hand, tracing over his nose and cheek and lips and jaw with your fingertip.

Now that your mind was fresh and clear after a good night’s sleep, you could think about everything without all the worry, all the fear fogging everything up. You were able to ask yourself a very important question: did you love him? Had you always loved him?

To be honest, you still weren’t sure.

But you figured there must be some reason none of the guys you’d gone on dates with hadn’t worked out. Besides the whole ‘oh, you have a kid, I’m not ready for that’ thing, I mean.

You thought about Alex, and how you’d somehow imagined he was different from the others. He would hear about your daughter and not bat an eye. He would bug you about when he would get to meet her. He would crouch down and smile at her when you introduced them. He would become close to her, almost like a second father.

But, just like the others, he had bailed at the first mention of your child.

And then you remembered what you’d said to Seo Joon last week right before he’d hugged you.

You’d told him that you had hoped Alex was more like him, but you were wrong.

More like Seo Joon.

You hadn’t even realized you’d said that, but you most definitely had.

It was like a literal light bulb went off over your head.

Because you hadn’t just hoped that Alex was more like Seo Joon. You’d hoped that about every guy you’d gone on a date with. Unknowingly, you had compared every single one of them to Seo Joon.

He had been your standard all this time. The guy to whom every other guy needed to measure up.

Wow.

So... had you had feelings for him all this time? And just not realized?

Your brow furrowed softly as you gazed at him, studied his peaceful, sleeping features.

You still didn’t know if, deep down, there had been romantic feelings for him these past four years, but you did know that there really was no other guy like him.

As you looked at him, right here and right now, you knew there never would be another guy like him. Not for you.

He was it.

And you loved him.

Of course, you loved him. How could you --

Seo Joon’s eyes fluttered open then, and a smile tugged at your lips.

“Mm, good morning,” he murmured sleepily, though he didn’t move one inch.

“Morning,” you whispered as you scooted even closer to him. You placed your lips on the back of his shoulder, relishing the feel of his bare skin (and also relishing the fact he preferred to sleep shirtless). “Good morning.” You moved your lips to his cheek, smiling against him there. “Good morning.”

“I forgot how much of a morning person you are,” he mumbled with a groggy chuckle.

“Mmm, and I get all my best thinking done now, too.” You left a trail of kisses over his jaw and down to his shoulder again, inhaling his scent as you went along.

“You’ve already been thinking?”

You hummed against his skin. “I think we should tell her today.”

“Today? That soon?”

“Mhm.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mhm.”

Seo Joon let out a sleepy sigh, his eyes closing as he nodded faintly. “Okay,” he breathed. “Today.”

Your lips curled into a giddy smile, and you began to nuzzle his neck. 

He let out a low chuckle, though he kept his eyes closed. “You’re rather affectionate this morning,” he pointed out.

You kissed the back of his neck before pulling away ever so slightly, just enough to allow you to speak clearly.

“I love you.”

Seo Joon’s eyes shot open, and he lifted his head from his pillow, trying to look at you over his shoulder. “What?” he asked, clearly surprised.

“I love you,” you repeated, the grin on your lips never wavering. And before he could ask if you were sure, you continued on. “I realized that every guy I went on a date with over the last four years - I compared him to you. I wanted him to be like you. That’s why none of them worked out. Because they weren’t... you.”

Seo Joon sat up slightly, turning over so he could actually look you in the eye. His forehead was wrinkled as he listened, almost as if he wasn’t quite believing what he was hearing. It made you nervous, but you kept on going.

“I guess... now that I think about it, I was looking for you this whole time. Which, obviously, makes me mad at myself for breaking up with -- anyway, we can’t change the past, and it’s not like I realized I was looking for you until literally, like, five minutes ago, so --”

Seo Joon interrupted you with a kiss, and you let out a soft squeak of surprise.

When he pulled away, he asked, “You’re sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure!” you cried, reaching up to swat at him. “At this moment, I’m not scared about anything, and... once I got past the fear... it’s like you said. I know.”

You knew he was everything you would ever need in a boyfriend. In a partner. In a husband.

A very wide grin split Seo Joon’s face, and he moved to gently tackle you to the bed, placing kisses all over your face.

“Hey, mom,” you said when she picked up her phone. “How’s it going?”

“Oh, just fine over here, right, honey?” she replied, calling out the question to your daughter. “It’s Mommy.”

“Wait, mom, don’t put her on the phone yet,” you said quickly.

“What’s going on?”

“Is it okay if... we come over?”

“...We?”

“Yes.”

“You and... who I think it is?”

“Yes.”

“Well, of course. Are you picking her up or --”

“Yes, but we want to talk to her first. And you, I guess.”

Your mom let out a little sigh and said, “Well, yeah. Come on over.”

“Okay, good, because we’re already on our way,” you said with a smirk. “See you soon, love you!”

“You little --!”

You hung up before she could call you a ‘stinker,’ and Seo Joon reached over from the driver’s seat to place his hand on your knee, squeezing it.

“You have everything planned out? What you’re going to say?” he asked, glancing over at you.

“I’m working on it,” you nodded. You took his hand off of your knee, linking your fingers through his and placing it in your lap. “What about you?”

“I’ll just see what you say,” he shrugged.

Of course. You were carefully planning while he would just wait and see. Typical.

When he pulled into your mom’s driveway about ten minutes later, your heart began to race. Even though you were giving good news, you still wondered how your daughter would take it. Would she really understand? Would she really care?

Seo Joon came around to meet you at the side of the car, sliding his arms around your waist and pulling you in for a kiss.

“You ready?” he murmured against your lips.

You hummed, kissing him back as you clutched the front of his shirt.

“I love you,” he whispered.

You immediately broke out into a smile and whispered, “I love you, too.”

Funny how you were already used to saying that.

The two of you headed up the walkway, Seo Joon’s hand resting where your neck and shoulder meet. You let out a breath before reaching out for the doorknob and turning it. Since you’d told your mom you were coming, you figured she would unlock the door for you, and there was no need to ring the doorbell.

“Hello,” you called out as soon as you stepped into the entryway.

You immediately heard small footsteps scrambling and a “Mommy!”

When your daughter turned the corner, she paused. Her smile grew even brighter, and she squealed “Daddy!” She continued running to you, and you let out an ‘ooph’ when she basically crashed into you.

You picked her up, immediately pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Hey, baby girl, I missed you!”

Seo Joon leaned over and kissed her other cheek, resting a hand on her back.

“Did you have a good time with grandma?” you asked as you began to walk down the hallway.

“Yep,” your daughter nodded. “We made pizza for dinner!”

“Ooh, pizza,” Seo Joon approved as he followed you.

“Hello, hello,” your mom greeted as soon as you stepped into the kitchen. She came up to you, hugging you and your daughter before moving to hug Seo Joon.

“Can we sit down for a bit?” you asked, feeling your heart speed up even more.

“Yes, yes, of course,” she answered and gestured toward her kitchen table.

Seo Joon pulled out a chair for both you and your mom, your daughter getting comfortable in your lap as Seo Joon took his own seat next to you.

“Hey, do you remember yesterday when I said Daddy and I were talking about grown-up things?” you asked your daughter, clasping her little hands in yours.

“Uh huh,” she chirped, nodding. “And you talked to Grandma about it.”

“Yep. Well... now we want to talk to you about it.”

“But I’m not a grown-up,” she retorted.

“No,” Seo Joon chuckled, reaching out and poking her leg. “But it has to do with you.”

Your daughter quickly grabbed her father’s finger and tugged at it playfully, giggling when his other arm darted out and he poked her side.

You chuckled softly, bouncing your daughter on your knee to get her to pay attention again. “You know how some kids have mommies and daddies who live together and are married and some don’t, right?”

You’d had this talk with her before, and you’d told her that her mommy and daddy were friends, but they weren’t married. And that was okay.

“Yes,” she answered. “My Mommy and Daddy are not married.”

“Right,” Seo Joon affirmed.

“And we’re still not married,” you added. “But... things will be a little different now.”

Your daughter gazed up at you, her brow furrowed in confusion. “Different?”

“Mommy and Daddy were friends before, right?” you asked.

She nodded, her brow furrowing even more.

“Now, Mommy and Daddy are more than friends. We’re not married, but we’re... like boyfriend and girlfriend.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw your mom smile and reach out to take Seo Joon’s hand.

“And you won’t spend one week with Mommy and one week with Daddy anymore.”

“I won’t?” She was still quite confused, her voice getting higher as she asked her question.

“Nope. You’ll spend every week with both of us. We’ll all be together, all the time.”

Her head went back and forth as she looked between the two of you, and then she tilted her head up to gaze at you. “Are you getting married?”

“Not right now,” you chuckled. “But... probably one day.”

You felt your cheeks flush because, while you hadn’t actually talked about getting married, it was pretty obvious you would. Someday.

“And you know what the best part is?” Seo Joon asked, standing up and moving to stand behind your chair. He put his hands on your shoulders, and your daughter eyed him curiously.

“What?” she asked.

“You get to see Mommy and Daddy kiss.” He bent down and pressed his lips to your cheek, your daughter shrieking and squirming in your lap.

“Ew!” she giggled as Seo Joon pulled away with a loud ‘muah.’

Your mother was positively beaming across the table, and you were positively blushing.

Seo Joon plucked your daughter from your lap, and you announced it was probably time to go.

“Where are we going?” your daughter asked.

“Home!” Seo Joon told her, poking her belly.

“Which home? Mommy’s home or Daddy’s home?”

He began walking down the hall, and you heard him explain, “It’s our home now.”

Your mom came around the table and pulled you into a hug, her eyes bright and shining with emotion.

“I am so happy for you,” she whispered. “And I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you,” you whispered back. “I don’t think I would’ve had the courage if it weren’t for you.”

“I’m sure you would’ve gotten there eventually. That face of his would’ve broken you down.”

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly, pulling out of the hug but keeping one arm around your mom’s middle as she walked you down the hallway.

“So, where are you going to live?”

“Seo Joon will move into my place for now, and we’ll look for a new place within the next year or so. It’s so weird just... moving in together like this, but it makes the most sense. We’re a family, and I want us to actually be a family.”

“Of course,” your mom agreed. “And you can bring my angel of a granddaughter over here anytime. For sleepovers.”

She nudged your side, and you quickly closed your eyes in embarrassment.

“Mom!”

“I’m just saying!”

Two Years Later

“Wow,” your daughter breathed, her eyes widened as she stepped into the room. “You look beautiful, Mommy.”

You bent down carefully, not wanting to wrinkle your dress but still wanting to hug your six-year-old daughter. “Thank you, baby,” you said softly as she walked into your arms. “You look beautiful, too.”

When your daughter stepped away, she twirled around in her mint green dress, giggling as the skirt flowed out around her.

“Have you seen Daddy?” you asked as you straightened back up. Your mom hurried over to smooth out the skirt of your own dress, and even though it wasn’t necessary, you let her fret over you.

It was her only child’s wedding day, after all.

Your daughter nodded as an answer to your question and then zipped her lips. “He told me not to tell you anything. It’s a secret.”

“You can’t tell me if he looks handsome?!” you cried dramatically. “Just nod for ‘yes’ and shake your head for ‘no.’ You don’t have to say anything.”

Your daughter nodded again, vigorously.

“Good girl,” you whispered, winking at her.

“Of course, he looks handsome,” your mom tutted. “He has his hair combed back, and he’s wearing a suit. What more do you need?”

“I need my bouquet,” you answered, holding out your hand.

Your mother scoffed a little, but she still handed you the coral-colored flowers you’d picked out.

“All right, baby, go get your basket and get ready, it’s time to go.” You gestured toward the white basket filled with flower petals on one of the counters, and she skipped over to grab it.

“You ready, mom?” you asked breathlessly.

“Are you?” she asked with raised eyebrows.

“More than,” you grinned. 

“All right, let’s go.” She held out her arm, and you slid your hand into the crook of her elbow, clutching your bouquet as the three of you began to walk out of the room.

As you’d been planning your wedding, one of your co-workers told you everything would be a blur. So far, she was basically right. 

The hours before the ceremony, when you were getting ready, felt like they had dragged on for days. But now, as you approached the aisle, hearing the music playing and seeing your daughter scattering flower petals over the floor, it seemed like hardly any time at all had passed.

You felt your mom rest her hand on yours, patting it gently. You squeezed her elbow, tears already filling your eyes as you saw Seo Joon bend down to pick your daughter up when she arrived at the end of the aisle.

He kissed her cheek, she squeezed his neck, and your heart burst.

When he set her down, you were able to actually see him. The full picture.

Of course, your mom had been right. His hair was combed back, and he was wearing a suit. What more did you need?

A smile immediately appeared on your lips as you made eye contact with him, and he smiled right back as your mom began to slowly lead you down the aisle.

Six years ago, you never would’ve thought this would happen.

Even two and a half years ago, you never would’ve thought this would happen.

Seo Joon had always been... Seo Joon. Your ex-boyfriend. The father of your child. Your friend.

But now - right now - he was still all that, plus so much more.

He was Seo Joon. Your ex-boyfriend. The father of your child. Your friend. The love of your life. Your almost-husband. The father of your future children.

And he was the only thing that was crystal clear during this blur of a wedding day.

At one point, you’d thought that having a relationship with Seo Joon, one which went past just friendship, and being a family with him and your daughter had been out of the question.

You’d never been more glad to be proven wrong.

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[imagine-loki]

Irked

Title: Irked

Author: lokilover9 Chapter: #22 Rating:Teen Notes: In case anyone is curious, I forgot to post the song title (and artist) to which Loki discovered Shandi dirty dancing in chapter #21. My bad. It was Freaky Girl by Shaggy. For this chapter, it’s Night and Day by the Temptations.

Shortly after dinner that evening, Shandi received the dreaded call from Nat. “Uh oh.” She kidded. “This could take a while. I best make myself comfortable.” She left for the entertainment room.

Moments later, Loki overheard her from the corridor.

“I’m fine, Nat. Please relax?” A brief pause occurred. “Yes, I plan to obey Loki.”

‘Obey me? Stop eavesdropping God of Mischief, before you’re entertaining another boner.’

Twenty minutes passed before Shandi appeared at the library door. “How is it she can express harrowing concern for me one minute, then threaten to go all ninja on me the next, if I even ponder ignoring your request? Clint finally lured her away with some vodka.”

“Eh he he he. Good thing he’s amply stocked.”

“By the way, I forgot to ask if the storm caused any damage to the grounds?”

“Nothing some tidying and readjusting couldn’t resolve. Even the pool cover endured.”

Shandi sighed. “I already miss the towers pool. It’s a shame I won’t be able to enjoy this one. The scenery here is beautiful.”

Loki put down his book. “What if you could?”

“It’s not possible. I’d damage the empathy belly, remember?”

“Perhaps you may not need it?”

“Come again?”

Loki bit his tongue. “Did you see any maternity bathing suits in Beth’s shop?”

“Yeah, but…”

“Then tomorrow we shall do some shopping for Tony’s mini me, while you chose.”

She shot him a look. “What’s the plan?”

“Trust me.”

“Okay, that’s twice you’ve waggled those eyebrows. Now I’m nervous.” ***** The next day, Loki woke Shandi with breakfast again and they were soon off to Beth’s shop.

“Are you always up so early?”

“Gods don’t require the amount of sleep humans do, unless ill or injured. Normally, I’m quite disgruntled in the mornings, but with freedom to enjoy the outdoors again, I’ve embraced it.”

Shandi felt bad knowing once their mission was over, he’d be confined to the Tower again. “What time are you usually awake at?”

“Around 6:30. Why do you ask?”

“Just curious.”

Loki thought nothing more of her question.

Beth was friendly and welcoming of course and obviously pleased, with their over five hundred dollars in purchases. Shandi was emptying one of the baskets and came across some tiny t shirts. “Daddy’s little stinker?”

“Come now.” Said Loki. “You don’t find it fitting?”

“I guess that all depends on who the daddy is.” She casually stated.

Loki knew this referenced Tony, but Beth didn’t and couldn’t resist another opportunity to tease. Feigning the confused husband he froze, reaching into the cart. “Is that so? Care to explain yourself, Elizabeth?”

Shandi went scarlet and rubbed her brow. “Ohhhh, that did not come out right.”

Beth laughed when Loki did. “I’ve been working retail over twenty years. There’s almost nothing you could say to surprise me. Clifford shot me a quick wink before reacting, which helped too.”

“Pfft. Looks like I’ve been had.” Said Shandi.

Loki rubbed her belly and laughed harder. “Yes you have.”

Her face reddened. “Listen Clifford, just pay the lady!”

Beth informed them the ice cream shop nearby, was introducing ten new flavors and as a lover of it, Shandi decided to go. Unfortunately, Tanya’s a fan too and by absolute fluke, beat them to it. Right before they entered she feigned dropping her purse contents on the floor and ducked below a counter to retrieve them. The couple were well into the store when she stood, making them easier targets.

Shandis back instantly went up so Loki rubbed her arms from behind and brushed his cheek against her head. “Look, darling. They’ve Rolo, you’re favorite.” As Tanya paid, he quietly whispered. “Ignore her.”

“And how are you today, Mr. and Mrs. Bradshaw?”

Her saccharine tone made Loki nauseous and Shandi remained silent, while fantasizing of throttling the little bitch.

Loki’s tone was flat, his eyes sharp and assessing. “We’re fine.” ‘Do not provoke me, imbecile.’

The two engaged in a mini stare down with Loki’s expression unflinchingly cold. Completely unfazed, Tanya continued testing them. “You can’t answer for yourself Mrs. Bradshaw?”

Loki gently squeezed Shandis shoulders. “My wife is capable of things you would never imagine, including speaking for herself. As I’m aware her present state, she’s opted not to.”

With a sly smirk, Tanya salaciously licked the circumference of her ice cream, moaning as her lips slid from the top, then slipped out the door. “Have a nice day, ‘Mr.’ Bradshaw.”

It hardly closed when Shandi muttered a curse and Loki gently stroked her cheek. “How many scoops, hm?” He addressed the young lady, waiting upon them. “Two of Rolo and one of chocolate mint, please?”

She warmed a scooper. “You newbies to town? I’m Ashley.” The couple introduced themselves. “I gather you’ve already had a run in with Tanya?”

“We have.” He replied.

“Then please, take my advice. “Avoid her whenever possible and never trust her. She’s no friend to anyone.”

They started down the street. “The ladies weren’t kidding.” Said Loki. “Beyond suspicion of murder, Tanya has quite a reputation.” It registered Shandi hadn’t once indulged in her ice cream and possessed a slight frown. “I recommend you eat that.”

She shook her head as he wiped a drip already melting onto her hand. “I can’t believe that idiot. I was standing right there.”

“Don’t feed into her game by becoming angered. It’s what she wants.”

“But she thinks I’m your wife.”

‘Worried about something, Pet?’ “The ladies warned us of such behavior, come.” He lead her aside to wrap napkins around the cone. “I sense you’ll wear more of this, than eat.”

“Honestly. She stared right at you and purposely licked her ice cream like a dirty…”

Loki smirked and covered her mouth. “Language, Elizabeth. Must I remind you, we’re in public?”

Shandi started walking again. “She needs a bitch slap. I’ll make Nat do it.”

“No you won’t.” Her frown deepened and he cackled. “I personally believe we’re failing at making this town more aware, the depth of our affections for each other. Perhaps we could try practicing more in front of Tanya.”

Her eyes widened. “Excuse me?”

“Random hugs, perhaps a few pecks on the lips? We discussed this previously, yet have enacted little.”

“Oh, right.”

“Pshh. What did you think, Lizzy? I intended to toss your pregnant self over a park bench and have my way with you?”

Shandis top scoop plopped onto her shirt. “Did you do that?”

He laughed. “No.”

“Loki.”

“I swear. If you wish, we can retrieve a bib from the car?”

Shandi suddenly envisioned it nighttime at the local park with Loki thrusting into her from behind on a secluded bench, whispering filth into her ear. ‘Oh lord.’

“Elizabeth?”

“Nope, I’m good.” She wiped away the mess. “Where are we going, anyway?”

“A hardware store. The shed needs insect killer and mouse traps.”

Shandi snorted. “Is the God of Mischief afwaid of a wittle spider?”

“‘Wittle?’ The last three I encountered had body circumferences of a quarter coin with legs as long. One took a neighborly pounce onto my head. If you prefer doing the gardening, certainly they’d enjoy your thick and curly locks. Or, I could invite them in and grant ‘you’ the pleasantries of engaging in their doom. Perhaps with your fright inducing duster?”

“Very funny.” She sarcastically replied. “Insect killer is good.”

“I thought you might agree. Does the Queen of Unruliness fear spiders?”

“Ones that big? Yep.”

Upon returning to their public parking, Shandi hesitated entering the car and spoke quietly across the hood. “Are you aware Tanya is crouched down in the driver seat of a silver, Pontiac Vibe, five before us on the right?”

Loki’s brow arched. “Very observant, darling. I’m equally pleased and impressed.”

“So much for having stealth.”

He tisked. “Such sloppiness. She’d make a useless ninja.”

Shandi smiled.

“Let’s encourage her delusion, shall we?”

“How?”

He casually strolled around the cars front. “Practice does make perfect.”

Shandi was stunned when Loki cupped her cheek, then leaned in for a kiss. And not just a ‘peck on the lips,’ either. His free hand slinked around her hip, luring her closer, as his tongue smoothed its way beyond the seam of her plump lips. His alluring scent, a mix of otherworldly forests and musk, permeated her senses and his firm yet gentle grip had her melting as the kiss deepened. Recalling her lower back an erogenous zone, his fingers languidly stroked there in sync with the rhythm of his tongue and a soft moan escaped her. The loud thumping of Shandis heart muted surrounding sounds and she clasped onto his shirt, when her knees began weakening. As it ended, he playfully tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth and smirked when she hazily looked up at him.

“Were we convincing enough for any onlookers?”

“Hm?”

“Of our marital affections?” He opened her door.

‘My panties are undoubtedly convinced.’ “I believe so.” She entered and stared out the window, trying to unpretzel her brain. ‘Wow. His tongue must be capable of wonders, elsewhere.’ Just then, Tanya booted it out of the lot, altering Shandis thoughts to vindictive. ‘Awe, poor baby. Was that bothersome to witness? Suck it up.’ Seconds later. ‘Geez woman! ‘What’ is your problem?’

On the ride home, Loki noticed that same indent in the bushes, on the side of the road again and thought it odd. Upon arrival, Shandi was still quiet as they carried in the bags. “Are you alright?” He asked.

“Sure. Why wouldn’t I be?” ‘I’ve only been imagining your face between my legs since fastening my seatbelt and could probably put Niagara Falls to shame, but hey.’

“Up for a swim, then?”

‘Did he really just say that?’ “Not until you explain how this will work.”

Loki gestured towards the stairs. “Suit first, explanation after.”

“Fine, Sir bossypants.”

Loki grinned so slyly, she throbbed and fumbled on the second step. “What’s that about?”

“Shall I pour you a Malibu and mango juice on the rocks? It’s your favorite drink, correct?”

Her mouth fell agape. “How did you know I like coconut rum? And Rolo, too.”

“I’ve seen Tony pour you several from his bar. He chooses that particular brand and keeps a bottle there, knowing it’s your favorite.”

“Really? I didn’t know that.”

“Now you do.” He smiled, passing her on the stairs. “The vodka you drink mostly to appease Nat, the wine only as you prefer it to whiskey. That’s all we had, until my shop with Clint. The Rolo I’ve noticed you indulging in at the Tower from a place called, ‘Dairy Queen?’ Only twice mind you, but it was easy enough to assume.”

Shandi reached the landing. ‘Well I’ll be damned.’

Loki dropped the larger bags into the spare room. “I’ll be in the kitchen when you’re ready.”

Shandi called after him as he started down the back stairs. “You never said what that grin was for.”

“You called me Sir.”

“What the… I wouldn’t plan on getting used to that! In my opinion, Brat suits you perfectly!” She closed her bedroom door. “‘Sir.’ Pfft.”

Loki gulped down some whiskey and dumped ice into a tall glass. ‘We’ve yet to become better acquainted, Pet. Erotically, you may eventually find ‘Sir,’ more suiting.

Shandi returned in a choice very becoming. Black and turquoise, it highlighted her curves, exposing just enough a hint of cleavage to entice the eye. She stilled at the islands end and sipped her drink. Loki even added a straw, something Tony did too and it made her smile. “Thank you. Okay, I’m ready.” Her towel fell to the floor as the suits material began expanding at her stomach. “What the…”

“Relax.” Said Loki. It ceased at the empathy belly’s usual size and he gestured towards the sliding doors. “Refuge awaits you. Enjoy.”

“But..how is this possible? I don’t feel a thing.”

“Illusion. However, mind your step. Your feet shall remain elusive.”

A hand went to her hip. “Why didn’t you reveal this option, before?”

“I was being a Brat.”

“You…” She swatted him with her towel.

“Careful Queen of Unruliness. You haven’t a leg to stand on, should The God of Mischief retaliate.”

She playfully stuck her tongue out. “You don’t scare me.”

“Oh? Then why did you step outside before saying that?”

Shandi smirked. “I’m going in the water now.”

Loki’s phone rang and when seeing it Tony, he closed the glass door and entered the hall before answering. “Hey, Tin Man, what’s up?… She’s in the shower. Well, well, that’s intriguing. Very intriguing, indeed.”

Once the call ended, Loki decided to enquire of the song Shandi was so intrigued by, ‘Night and Day.’ He sauntered to the window, remaining hidden and sought it on Spotify. After finishing a couple of laps, she settled into one corner of the shallow end. Her eyes closed, as a gentle breeze bounced stray curls upon her cheeks. Water reflecting sunlight, danced upon her glistening features, while she basked in its warmth. How the incessant ache to touch, kiss and ravish every inch of her, drove him mad every waking moment. Peaking the volume, he soon became entranced by the words.

Night and day You are the one Only you beneath the moon And under the sun Whether near to me or far It’s no matter darling, where you are I think of you Night and day

Day and night Why is it so That this longing for you Follows wherever I go In the roaring traffic gloom In the silence of a lonely room I think of you Night and day

Night and day, under the hide of me There’s an oh, such a hungry Yearning, burning inside of me And this torment won’t be through ‘Til you let me spend My life making love to you Day and night Night and day.

Loki hadn’t related to song lyrics more in centuries, when thoughts of another love trickled into his mind. “Forgive me Iris. You’ll possess a sacred place in my heart forever. Since your absence, I assumed it hopelessly destroyed. Shandi is giving it life again and I so desperately need to embrace that. Please smile upon us from Valhalla, my unforgettable Dove? I need that too.”

With a heavy sigh, magic altered his clothing to black swim trunks, covered in bright red lip imprints, outlined in gold. The largest two were centered on his butt cheeks. “Norns, I’ve become a court jester. At the least, they should earn me a chuckle."

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