#hope none of the kids got seriously hurt though))

[jewbeloved]

How would the guys confess to you on Valentine's Day 💌

Note: This is 3 days late I know, I was on a writers block and I was having a fever and I kept throwing up in the progress while my stomach hurted and I missed a day to go to school on Wednesday to do my test because of that. And now I got a massive headache, everything is just spinning at once I can't take it anymore. 😭

Warnings: Absolutely none.

Characters used: The main boys.

Gender: Neutral

💙 Stan Marsh 💠

Man wants to confess to you on Valentine's Day, he literally be eyeing his calendar and keeping track of the days leading up to Valentine's Day.

But when the day actually comes?

Oh sh!t, he's already in a panic. He doesn't know what to give to you or how to even approach you in general to confess.

He went to Kyle for advice and even practicing his confession for you with him. He knows Valentine's Day can be a really special day for your friends and s/os.

He doesn't want to mess up or make things awkward by vomiting all over you like how he did when he was with Wendy :(

He probably might go with basic presents such as: chocolate, teddy bear, etc.

He will confess to you behind the school just in case his confession goes up in flames and he doesn't want other people to see.

"Uhm, Hi..(Name)...I know it's Valentine's Day and all....and I was just wondering if you wanted to be my valentine...". 💙💙💙💙💙💙

💚 Kyle Broflovski ☘️

Jews aren't supposed to have valentines-

Just kidding.

But seriously though every time this boy has a love interest it always ends up in a complete dumpster fire for him. (Not Cartman being the man cause for it anyways).

You and him have been good friends for a good couple of months and Valentine's Day has finally arrived.

This is his moment to shine and he won't let anyone ruin it for him, not even the fatass-.

He already got a big 4ft sized teddy bear with a heart box that has your favorite candy or sweet inside it. He also got you both matching outfits to wear if you accept his confession.

He probably might want to confess to you in the park near a big tree. (Yeah, classic romance confessions)

Please accept this boy's confession, it will literally make him the happiest jew in south park.

"Hi (Name)! I hope nobody else has confessed to you...or maybe they have. But I just wanted to ask you if you could be my valentine for this holiday".

❤️ Eric Cartman 🔥

Cartman is mysteriously preping for something and not being an ass as his usual routine?

I wonder what's on his mind.........probably you.

He obviously doesn't know what to get you for Valentine's Day and he probably doesn't care so he will just get whatever he feels you might like. He forced his mom to buy the presents though! :3

He probably wants to confess to you because you're the only person besides his mom who puts with his psychotic behavior and rude nature.

And probably because you don't make fun of him for being fat😭

The confession will be in his room because he doesn't want the guys ripping on him for having a soft spot for you.

He will confess in the mostly lazily and cheesy way in the first half before actually being honest with his confession.

"So it's Valentine's Day huh? This makes me feel like I am gay if I was doing this for the guys, but since it's just only you (Name), I don't mind it. As anyone would tell their s/o, will you be my valentine?".

🧡 Kenny Mccormick 🧸

He's poor asf how do you think he can afford even a gift for you?

He feels so sad at the times you give him something and he can't gift you anything in return due to him being the poorest kid in south park.

So instead of buying something, he tries to make a homemade gift for you with whatever he can find (He cleans the material he's using if he finds something useful out of the trash).

Definitely sneaked around alleyways and stole some spare changes from homeless guys so he can use it to at least get you a candy or snack he can afford.

Same as Kyle, he will confess to you in the park while bringing the homemade gifts and snacks he got you.

He wanted this confession to be special like the holiday itself so he took a bath in the river (without soap) and fixed up in his hair a little, not a lot though.

He decided to wear his Princess Kenny outfit afterwards.

"Mmmmm...mmmphmmmmhmmphmmmmmmmmhmmp!" (Im sorry Name...I know this isn't much since I'm poor and I can't gift the same amount you do for me and my family, but it's the least I could to repay my gratitude! Will you be my valentine?).

A new banner for my new south park Masterlist that I will be making soon.

[daceydeath]

A Work Proposal (Part 15)

Pairing: Changbin x reader x Felix

Word Count: 2.5K

Genre: Smut 🔞

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, swearing, unprotected sex (don't be idiots), fingering, pet names

You had been working with Stray Kids for a while now and after a long day at work turns into a very unexpected but intriguing proposal. Will this change your world or end your career?

This was the first time you had ever left the country on an actual world tour, sure you had travelled with the kids to Japan on the occasion but this was a non stop for weeks at a time which was all new to you. Sure you knew the schedule back to front and start to finished because you had helped with the entire almost military operation it took to organize it but to actually be going along for the ride was not something you had ever done. The first few shows had been an intense burst of emotions, hopes, dreams and achievements and you could not have been prouder at how hard the kids had worked or how well it had all worked. But now sitting on a plane to head to Japan knowing you were going to be away for the better part of 2 months you were nervous of not only what might go wrong with the schedule but what might happen with your involvement in their lives as well as with their work.

All the stage crew and band had flown ahead so that things could be set up and ready to go and so far they stage crew had said that everything was running to schedule. The make up, costume and hair crew and half on the managers were on the next flight out and you were now sitting beside Chan feeling like there was something that you had missed.

"You are more nervous than the rest of us and it's our tour" Chan chuckled easily pulling his headphone out of his ear.

"I'm worried that its not going to be perfect" you sighed leaning back in the seat watching as some of the others took their plane selfies for Bubble and got themselves comfortable.

"It will be no matter what happens, we all know how hard you worked for us so it will be amazing" he sighed nudging you with his shoulder so that it didn't seem to friendly, you weren't taking chances with the other managers and flight crew around.

"So have you worked out your hotel room schedule?" you asked quietly looking at your tablet to check if there was anything you needed to do before you landed "Han told me you were working on some sort of who shares with who schedule".

"Of course he tells you that" Chan laughed loudly making it look like you two were laughing at something on your tablet "We thought if we just decided where you were all the time that would be a bit shitty of us".

"Because you are going to be exhausted and need rest after each show?" you mused knowing that at least with him that was never going to happen.

"No because you are your own person and you should be able to decide who you are with too not just be passed around like a toy, none of us ever want you to be hurt again because of any of us, you mean too much to us" he whispered seriously his voice soft as though he really needed you to understand how much they all cared.

"I know I'm not Channie" you smiled trying your hardest to not lean in and kiss his soft plump lips as you met his eyes looking at you so affectionately "I know that you all care for me".

"More than just care" he whispered his eyes flicking to your lips before he shook his head a little and moved himself back from you to prevent himself giving in to the exact same need you were feeling. Sighing you went back to your endless checking up on the schedule and making sure that in the few hours until you land the extra security you had arranged would be ready and in position to keep the kids safe. You didn't want to run any chances of anyone falling or getting injured by people who seemed to not be able to tell what was and wasn't appropriate when faced with seeing their favorite idol in the flesh.

When the plane touched down in Tokyo you were relieved staff were already making their way through security and immigration to collect everyone's bags, the head of the security that you had arranged was waiting for you and the fans in the terminal were, for the moment at least, brilliantly behaved. You made your way through the international terminal fairly easily hoping that the same level of respect would be maintained once you got into the general public section of the terminal, but you were faced with more fans than you expected. The kids were kept safe but the three guards you had asked for each member but it was the sheer small area of space that you were given to get through that was making you feel very uneasy especially when it came to the point you needed to form a single file to get through, you had been walking beside Chan most of the time keeping an eye out for all of the members in front of you but when Chan placed his hand on your lower back to move you in front of him to now keep you safe you knew that you were going to be scrutinized by Stay.

Stepping into the car you felt a sense of relief as Chan sat behind you beside Changbin and Felix dropped himself next to you while Seungmin sat in front of you.

"Is it always that...intense?" you asked nervously knowing that you would get a straight answer from them more than the other staff members.

"No sometimes it's worse" Changbin hummed his hand on Felix's shoulder.

"Ok good to know, I'll be more prepared next time" you sighed pressing your cool hands to your warm cheeks.

"Are you alright Jagi?" Felix mumbled taking his hand and placing against your forehead to check you.

"I'm alright Felix, I just don't like large crowds, makes me nervous" you smiled softly as he pouted softly lacing his fingers with yours once you lowered them from your face.

"We will keep you in the middle of us then to keep you safe" Seungmin smiled sweetly turning to look at you as you nodded knowing that you were never going to let that happen.

"We have two hours before your first sound check so that we can ensure everything is working then you have the night off before it all begins tomorrow" you announced knowing that the others in the second van were probably being told the same thing.

"So we have tonight?" Felix repeated

"Yes, you can go out and grab dinner, work out, write, rest or whatever just don't go missing or I will cry" you joked easily as the other two managers in the van chuckled along. Arriving at the hotel you went up to your room to shower and change before you made the solo trip to the venue to go over everything before the soundcheck started. The band had been set up and the stage crew had assure that the stage was safe as well as the confetti guns, streamer cannons and that the risers and stage doors were exactly to specification so all you really needed to do was the sign off before the boys tested it fully. Chan messaged you to say that they were leaving for the venue and would be there soon so you decided to wait for them in the designated rooms that had been set up for them.

"No one got lost" he grinned as he walked in followed by the other kids.

"Thank god, that would have been so much paperwork" you sighed dramatically as Chan sat next to you on the couch to look over your notes on the venue.

"Changbin and Felix want you tonight is that ok?" he whispered lowly to keep from being overheard.

"And they couldn't ask because?" you teased looking around to see if any of the managers were around.

"Because I said I would talk to you about it, and that you are already stressed about this tour you do not have to feel like you are required to stay with us every night you need rest too" he smiled wryly.

"I know that Chan and I will make sure to take care of myself too" you promised smiling at him softly.

"I'll let them know you will swing by their room later" Chan chuckled softly.

Knocking on the hotel room door seemed slightly odd considering that Chan and Lee Know's was across the hall and two doors down was their managers room. But the door swung open before you could give it much more thought and Changbin welcomed you in wearing a tight black tee that had you almost drooling as he allowed you to walk passed him into the room.

"Lixie is going to start us off baby, you want that?" Changbin whispered huskily against the shell of your ear, his broad chest pressed against your back. You couldn't help the shiver that ran down your spine as Felix grinned at you his eyes looking too innocent for what was about to happen.

"Come here Jagi" Felix purred holding his hand out to you which you took instantly letting him guide you to him to kiss you softly as he began undressing you slowly letting each piece of clothing fall to the floor around you messily while he kissed you all over.

"Felix" you gasped as he began nipping at your neck gently enough to not leave any marks on you but enough to make you skin burn for him.

"Lay down for me Jagi, I'm going to make you feel good" he mumbled against your skin as he helped you onto the bed.

"Once you get our baby to cum she's all mine" Changbin groaned as Felix ran his hands softly over your skin making you whimper in pleasure, his mouth moving to catch one of your nipples between his lips. His fingertips continued to tease you as the got closer and closer to your core seemingly happy to leave small marks on your chest as he worked you up gradually. When Felix finally pressed his fingers to your clit you moaned quietly making Felix's breath hitch your half closed eyes looking up at him.

"You're so cute Jagi" he cooed softly pressing his lips to your throat as you arched into him. Your breaths already coming out is soft pants as his talented fingers got you closer to your orgasm almost embarrassingly fast as you continued to moan and whimper at his movements.

"Relax baby, let Lixie make your stress go away" Changbin hummed from the end of the bed where he was sitting watching Felix's fingers circle you clit and your folds get wetter the closer you got.

"Lix, mmm" you mumbled your eyes glazed as you let your mind focus on the feeling of his lips on your skin and the pleasure pulsing through you while you ground your hips into his hand.

"So pretty Jagi, so pretty" he whispered biting gently at your breast and licking and sucking on the skin to sooth it.

"Lixie!" you cried your high crashing over you as you arched off the bed again his fingers slowing but not stopping to help you through your high.

"Such a good girl" Changbin groaned watching your slit glisten in the low light.

"So beautiful Jagi" Felix murmured against your lips as he kissed you softly before moving away and letting Changbin loom over you.

"All ready for me then" he smirked spreading your thighs even wider and hooking your legs over his shoulders before rubbing the tip of his cock along your folds. You gazed up at him your mouth falling open as he pushed into you even after your orgasm the feeling of being full of his cock was enough to almost sting. Changbin set a deep yet steady pace to begin with letting you feel every ridge and vein of his length as your tits bounced for him the coil in your belly starting to form again as he watched every expression you made.

"I'm going to fuck you until all you can think of is my cock baby" he smirked picking up his pace and thrusting faster into you making you gasp and mewl.

"Changbin" you whimpered as he picked up his pace again his fingers starting to massage your clit in time with his hips making you see stars, you know at this rate your going to cum again long before he does but you can't stop yourself from hurtling closer as you turned your head to find Felix slowly tugging his cock watching the spot where Changbin is disappearing inside you.

"Eyes on me baby" Changbin coos gently making you turn your head back to meet his heated gaze "Fuck you are so gorgeous like this" your eyes glazed over as your high washed over you making your walls tighten around his cock as he pulled himself from you but continued to play with your clit to let your pleasure continue washing over you.

"Changbin?" you mumbled dazed by your own pleasure and confused why he had pulled out of you when you were sure he hadn't finished.

"I'm here baby, I'm not done with this perfect pussy yet don't worry" he soothed sheathing himself into your still trembling walls. "How are you still this tight?" he groaned snapping his hips into you again making your eyes roll back in your head. Your mind could only focus on the feeling of Changbin filling you, the sound of skin smacking against skin and the sounds of Changbin and Felix's pants and groans.

"You alright Jagi?" Felix murmured letting go of his dick to crouch down beside you sweeping your hair from your sweat dampened skin. You nodded slowly not able to even form words as his fingers grazed down your cheek to your neck making you arch your back and let a nonsensical noise come from your throat.

"I don't think she can speak anymore Bin" he smirked turning his head to meet Changbin's eyes as he continued to fuck you deeply although a little slower as he moved back to where he was sitting and letting Changbin continue to fuck you into the mattress.

"Such a good girl, getting all cock drunk for me" he groaned sliding his fingers back down your leg to start pinching and rolling your puffy clit between his fingers softly making you keen loudly as another orgasm washed over you tears flowing from your eyes as you blankly started up at him your eyes to blurred with tears to even see him clearly. Another few thrusts and Changbin emptied himself inside you painting your walls white with his seed before gently pulling himself from your completely spent body.

Felix was instantly at your side stroking your skin and praising you while Changbin went into the bathroom to grab a warm wash cloth to clean you up. Together they carefully cleaned your swollen slit and wiped your tears before laying you in the large bed between them holding you closely until you began to slowly come back around.

"Didn't take care of Lix" you eventually half slurred turning your head to look at the angelic blond beside you.

"There is always the morning jagi" Felix smiled dazingly leaning forward to kiss your nose.

"Rest baby we've got you" Changbin chuckled putting your hair softly as your eyes fluttered shut again.

a/n: Thank you for reading and supporting me you are the greatest readers in the world xx

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[lightlycareless]

How could you break my heart on Valentine’s Day??? Waaaahhhhhh, it makes sense but it still hurts. You’re gonna give me a part three or else 🔫

Seriously though it was really good! I loved it. I calculated and rounded up how much Naoya paid Mei Mei in U.S. Dollars and this dude really paid her around $17,500 and that’s not including all the gifts he bought Y/N. If I was Naoya’s parents, his debit card is getting confiscated. That is INSANE. I can’t imagine if they somehow managed to force out what actually happened to learn he spent all that on a girl that didn’t even RECIPROCATE his feelings like oh my god. I can’t imagine the earful poor Ranta is gonna get especially since this was kinda his idea for Naoya to confess his feelings(Although I don’t know if Ranta thought he’d go about it like this).

I wonder though if Y/N would reconsider Naoya’s feelings if she read his letter. Oof but now I’m thinking about what she’d do if she learned Naoya was the reason why she didn’t receive any gifts. I don’t know how long he’d stay on her bad side after that.

Hello anon!

Gee this is surely a really late response, but I still hope you know I appreciate your lovely words about my work!! Thank you so much 🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I'm sorry that I broke your heart on the 14th haha it was kind of unexpected ngl, but that's just where the characters took me 🤭 though it's not all sad... if you know you know.

AS FOR THE MONEY HAHAHAH poor Naoya, he definitely got an earful from his parents, or more like the people in charge of the finances, I doubt Naobito cared enough to scold him (shall I make Tomoko involved? IF SHE WAS AROUND THOUGH THINGS WOULD'VE TURNED SO DIFFERENT) Damn I need to write a small drabble explaining what happened there, but in the meantime, it kind of went like this:

Ranta: What happened Naoya?

Naoya: nothing. *doesn't talk to anyone for weeks*

Ranta: That bad?

Naoya: :(

(he doesn't regret spending all that money on you. it's like a hobby of his lol he loves it.)

But anyways, I keep thinking that the third part for this series I would like something like an epilogue, a peak into the future…

Warnings: none. Fluff. A happy ending 😊. (By the way, this is the oneshot anon is referring to. Highly recommend reading this first!!!)

Happy reading!

“—And that, dumpling, was your papa’s and I first valentine’s day together! Kind of, not really, but it was the first time I got gifts from him. It was certainly different from what I expected, but if you look really closely, it was very sweet, and now, I’m able to look back on it fondly!” You smile; truly, who would’ve thought that you’d end up marrying that awkward, somewhat intense kid? And having a beautiful daughter too?

Though you could see in Naomi’s tense chubby face that this wasn’t exactly the romantic story she was hoping to hear, and you do not blame her, Naoya’s approach had been nothing short of alarming and unexpected, just enough to scare you off from ever considering something more from him!

But his subtle persistence, the small gestures he’d still give you even when openly denouncing he’ll never seek you again, is what eventually persuaded you otherwise.

Through his attentiveness when you were out on a mission with him, making sure that you were neither too cold nor too hot, either through offering you something to drink or his own sweater to wear.

Quick to save you from a curse that got too close, or a fellow student you were not in the mood to entertain.

Whenever you needed help with jujutsu—either a term you didn’t quite understand just yet, or plain practice. Naoya had much more experience than you, so it was only natural that you’d seek him; that wouldn’t change even with that awkward valentine’s interaction…

But above all, what made you see that Naoya might be the one you were waiting for all along, is the fact that he remembered all the things you liked, the ones that made you happy—from sweets, food, to even your favorite characters…

If his emotions weren’t genuine, he wouldn’t have done such a thing!

Perhaps your only regret is ever giving him the idea that you couldn’t come to appreciate him, or that he wasn’t deserving of love.

But that was long in the past, and after a few dates, and getting to know each other… you two fell in love.

Unfortunately, Naomi wouldn’t come to see it that way.

“What’s wrong, pumpkin? This isn’t the story you expected?” Naoya asks with a smile, enjoying the way she huffed in response—though that satisfaction wouldn’t last long.

“No, papa, you were creepy.” She pouted, and her mama could almost hear his heart shatter.

“Oh.” Naoya doesn’t even come to wonder how she knew of such word, undoubtedly from his cousins, but that would be a matter to tend to later after he mends his broken heart.

“Well, he’s done his due! Papa loves us very, very much and would never do anything to scare us!”

“Thanks, Y/N.” Naoya responds sarcastically. “That makes me feel much better.”

You giggle.

“Why don’t you leave us alone, pumpkin? Papa and I need to talk a bit.”

And Naomi obeys immediately after, not that it took much for her to do so, for her disappointment rapidly pushed her to seek something better, a bit more entertaining—like Mai and Maki’s daily occurrences, more ways to annoy her father and such.

Once alone, the two are able to freely look back on that fateful day…

“What I did back then was messed up, wasn’t it?” Naoya sighs.

“I wouldn’t say that necessarily.” You add.

“But nothing happened after that.” He says. “Things didn’t change until much later.”

“Well, I did get to see a new side of you, one I didn’t think you had.”

“What did you think of me…?”

“That you were… bold. Arrogant, a bit snobby too…” you say, Naoya’s face reddens out of shame.

“Don’t—Don’t say anything else.” He frowns. “I get the idea loud and clear…”

“But that you were sweet too.” You smile, taking his hand. “I’ve never been lucky enough to have someone hold such strong feelings for me… thought it to be something out of a fairy tale—Until I met you—someone that harbored so much love to give but didn’t know how to express it.”

“You make me sound much nobler than what I really am—I don’t know how you do it, Y/N…”

“It took me time to get there, love.” You laugh. “But it’s only because you’re so cute that I eventually thought otherwise.”

“Cute?” he huffs, ready to retort otherwise, until you lean in to kiss his cheek, gesture enough to have him willing. “Alright—but only you can call me that.”

“I better be the only one.” You warn. “Although I was hoping our dumpling would do so too when I told her our story…”

“…Well, I can’t blame her, it must’ve sounded crazy for her.” Naoya sighs. “…If someone dared do the same thing to my daughter you can be sure I’d send the kukuru to get rid of him! No jerk is going to impress her!”

“I don’t think that’ll happen; Naomi didn’t seem amused by us either way.” You reassure him. “And she’s too young to be worried about that too! All she cares about right now is when will her papa get her that kitten he promised her…”

“I’m working on it!” Naoya frets. “It’s just that kittens aren’t born until later in the year…”

“Well, let’s hope that you aren’t too late, something tells me that my sister might be already on the lookout…”

“NO, she’s not.” Naoya breathes. “I will never forgive her if she does!”

But you just shrug playfully, not really giving Naoya much of an opportunity to not worry about spoiling his daughter, fearing that he might lose the position of favorite human in the whole wide world against your sister! A rank Hinata has been coveting for as long as he could remember, competing with the rest of your family too…

A tough endeavor, though he’ll have something else to worry about now.

“By the way… I’m aware of what you did with what you did with the gifts.” You say, he freezes.

“Ho—How?” he blinks.

“Shoko told me. Mei Mei wasn’t that… fond of keeping secrets that were too juicy to hide.” You reveal.

“That woman… she told me that—!” but he goes silent, understanding there was a much bigger issue at hand. “…Are you angry with me?”

“Yes, so angry, that I’ve decided to personally torment you for the rest of our lives!” You tease, at the mischief of your voice, a weight is lifted from Naoya’s shoulders. “I was angry, but… it didn’t last long, considering that some of those gifts were from people I didn’t really want to be involved with… so, you kind of did me a favor… though I did have to go through a whole day thinking I didn’t get anything…”

“…I’m sorry—I might’ve gotten ahead of myself trying to impress you…”

“Well, for all the chocolate I missed back then, you made up for me, tenfold!” you grin, wrapping him in your arms and placing kisses all over his cheeks until you could no more. “I love you, Naoya—you and all of your bold, extravagant, though a bit silly, ways. So don’t worry about that anymore, not when it was the reason that brought us together.”

Naoya blushes, letting himself be consumed by the incessant demonstrations of your affection and the acceptance of your words, for there was honesty behind them—even when a rocky start, it ultimately fated the two together.

What was once nothing but a dream, one that seemed so far away on the day you rejected him…

Now was his everyday reality—if not better, for it brought along a small bundle of joy that made both of your lives happier, although there were moments where she didn’t feel particularly the same, unamused by her parent’s antics from time to time…

But even then, he wouldn’t want it any other way.

They got their happy ending nonetheless :') Really, that day was only the beginning for them. It was enough for Y/N to finally set her eyes on him!! And the rest is history 🥺❤️

Thankfully I do plan to write a bit more of this HS AU, you know, the simple things like them slowly falling in love 🥺 ajfghajkghajghjkas this has to be one of my favorite au's (if not the favorite haha) can't wait to write them in time.

Now, thank you so much for your support and patience 🥺❤️❤️!!!! I'm really glad you're liking my work!!!

Take care, and hope to see you soon!!

[starsurface]

Okay okay!! I was wondering if u could make like cg!havik(specifically for mk1) with like a baby regressor headcanons please and thank you? -🐯

Absolutely!! I hope I got the babyspace part right, I've only written about it a few times!! :D

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CG Havik Hcs w/ Baby Regressor

🫀 I think Havik would adore a baby regressor, ngl

🫀 This isn't saying he'd love a toddler or a bigger kid less!! It's just that he gets to be really soft with babies, but also act as chaotic as he wants

🫀 Although will keep any gore down to a minimum to basically none, he doesn't want to scare you by accident!!

🫀 Can't do much about his face though . . . But will totally allow you to put on any bandaid or stickers you want!!

🫀 Will try to pep your face with kisses

🫀 Or his version, small clicks or gentle bites

🫀 If either if these make you feel uncomfortable or the first one makes you feel icky, he can settle for putting your foreheads together, another thing he adores

🫀 If your a more softer regressor, he's so totally up for snuggles and tummy time

🫀 But if you like a little bit of chaos, oh boy

🫀 Piggy back rides while running around the house

🫀 Pulling small pranks on others just to grt a giggle out of you, even if you didn't do much to help out other that grab the wrong things and babble

🫀 His little partner in crime, he's so proud 🥺 (Darius off to the side pouting)

🫀 Doesn't really care what titles you call him exactly

🫀 Dada, Mama, Goober, whatever makes you happy

🫀 But definitely has favorite nicknames for you

🫀 Baby-Boo-Boo, my little heart, his little rascal, squishy, precious one

🫀 Although if you have any personal favorite you know he's going to use them almost every other sentence <3

🫀 I could see him absolutely adore peek-a-boo for some reason, ngl

🫀 It's a favorite soft activity, and he can even use some of your plushies just to make it even more fun!!

🫀 If any of your stuffies get hurt or injured, he's gonna fix them right up for you!! (And have Darius sew it, but he totally did it!!! . . . 👀)

🫀 If you can't make out many words or are mostly nonverbal, he's got you!!

🫀 He'll ask all the questions to find out what you want or need

🫀 Babble encourager

🫀 No seriously!! He finds it so adorable when you get all small and can only make sounds

🫀 Will get you regression toys but with his flare 😎 (Darius tells him no half the time >:(

🫀 Has gotten you a paci with a small heart on it and gem stones, made it himself!!

🫀 If he needs to do something or he's busy, he'll let Darius watch you

🫀 But will probably be just as pouty and fussy about leaving you too, your HIS baby >:/

🫀 If your a padded regressor for any reason, he's very encouraging about it

🫀 Whether you have accidents or use them only for comfort, he's with you 100% of the way!!

🫀 Will totally buy you those baby yogurt pelts and then eat half of them himself and chuckle when you get all pouty cause he ate them ALL!! 🥺

🫀 He didn't, but he practically DID!!! (He got you more, don't you worry)

🫀 Doesn't do punishments because rules are silly!! >:/ (and thinks your too small for them, which you are)

🫀 Doesn't exactly do rules but will stop you from hurting yourself

🫀 Like, if you wanna stay up past your ‘bedtime', he's got you!! You two will stay up all night!! 😎

🫀 . . . . Until you pass out on his lap nit even two minutes later because you were too ‘eepy

🫀 Likes pampering you

🫀 Does NOT do self care for himself, have you seen that man? Could probably care less

🫀 But you?

🫀 Your all soft and squishy and precious to him 🥺

🫀 Will let you sit on his lap and brush your hair, doing whatever hair style you want or just messing with it

🫀 And if you wanna brush his? Of course you can!! Even if you wack him on the head repeatedly with the hair brush, he’ll tell you you did an amazing job

🫀 He likes squishing your cheeks because he known you can only whine and try to push him away, but you can't do much, your just a baby after all!! (Will stop if you don't like it or do it only rarely, he might hate rules but he understands boundaries)

🫀 Buys (steals) whatever you want!!

🫀 A new toy? Already off the shelf. More snackies? He's already got three of them in his pockets. A super soft blankie? Well, they're gonna have a fun time catching him!

🫀 Back onto tummy time, he really enjoys it

🫀 Either tummy time is you laying on him and he holds you while rambling about his latest destructive ways

🫀 Or laying beside you on a comfy blankie and watches as you try and chew on your stuffie's hear

🫀 Might even get you one of those baby tummy time mats in a bigger size (He'd make one for you if he has to)

🫀 If you do bottles, he'd love to bottle feed you if your okay with it!!

🫀 Whether he'll cradle you or you just lay your head on his lap

🫀 Can and Will scoop you up and carry you around, he likes showing off how strong he is

🫀 I'm not saying he'll purposely use his powers around you

🫀 But I am saying there might be a few accidents here or there

🫀 If he does scare you, he'll try his hardest to make everything better

🫀 Doesn't like seeing you cry, and doesn't like the idea of you being scared of him

🫀 Over all, he's definitely really fun and accommodating, even with a few minor hiccups

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

*sigh* I actually love Havik, ngl. He was my first favorite MK1 character

[makaira-nina2005]

I'm not the type of person that usually comments on idols personal lives or what they've done in their past but even though it's been about two weeks since this incident happened, I'd still like to share my opinion and thoughts about it. On April 1, Woojin who is currently a soloist and is an ex member of Stray Kids released a video. In the video, Woojin speaks about his time and Stray Kids, and what he was accused of. Now, I only got into Stray Kids in late 2022, during the Maxident era, so I don't entirely know what Woojin did and if he was innocent or not. I know some people have many different views on Woojin and what he did. Honestly, I have no clue as to why Woojin would release a video five years after the allegations. I mean, five years, seriously? The boys in Stray Kids have probably moved on from Woojin and I really hope that they did, but c'mon man, speaking up five years later and on April Fools day for that matter? Like, you leave during the middle of preparations for a comeback, making the remaining members of Stray Kids have to rerecord and refilm all this stuff, I don't understand what person would do that to other people. You blame it on you being young and selfish. You were Chan's only hyung, and the rest of the members all looked up to you from what I can tell from the videos I've seen. Chan needed you and you left him during a very difficult time. During the Unlock Tour, the boys begged for Stays not to leave them, like you did. How could you do that? Hyunjin begged, and sobbed, for Stays not to leave him, promising he would do better, when he was already doing so well. None of them deserved this. I can't even think of the amount of pain and stress you put those boys through. Han had to take most of your lines along with Seungmin. You hurt them and you blame it on you being young and selfish?? Why would you do that to them especially after they moved on and have received so much love and support from around the entire world? They don't deserve this. Your apology really seemed like it was put up to save your ass from being hated. You thought it would clear things up? No, it only left you receiving more hate and not doing anything for you.

If anything I've said is wrong or if I've misunderstood anything, please let me know. Before I really found out about Woojin, I did listen to his music, I admit that, but after reading all this stuff about him I can't bring myself to support him, I'm sorry to any people who support him. But I can't support a person like that. I mean, I basically owe Stray Kids my life. When I found out about them, I was in a dark time in life where it didn't seem like anything was going to get better. But Stray Kids saved my life Without them, I'd probably be dead. I owe them my life and more. They saved me. And I will eternally be grateful for them. And I will love and support them until the end of everything. They are what keeps me going.

I apologize for this long rant, but I think everything I've said, someone will understand.

[starryeyedadmirer]

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Tio?” You ask him, trying not to laugh too loudly as you watch him release his bloated stomach out to its full size, on the other end of the FaceTime call. “What are you doing?”

“I’m not doing nothing, man.” He answers. “I’m just pregnant, you know… like, three months in now… and it’s yours.” Suppressing a grin, he lets out a big, labored breath and starts to dance — bobbing up and down on his heels to the rhythm of his music, and bouncing his hand against the bottom of his stomach… like it’s some kind of sports ball. He looks so goofy, you just can’t help but to blow your laughter out through your nostrils.

“Yeah, yeah… whatever. Why can’t you just be normal on the phone, baby? I’m with my folks right now. Don’t make my parents think we got a kid on the way again. They’ll be on my case for the whole week.” Looking around the kitchen for any prying eyes, you lower your phone underneath the dinner table. “Act like you got some sense, Tio. Please.”

“I am being normal, man. I told you I was pregnant last week, before you left Cali, remember?“ As if he needs to double down on his false claim, he bloats his stomach out even farther, and pretends as though it’s hurting him. “We was at that Jamaican place by Fuego’s house, getting food, and I told you I was feeling it kick. Your kid was going crazy that day.”

“You ain’t say nothing to me about no baby, Tio… so, no, I don’t remember. Quit playing with me.” Again, you look around the room, hoping that none of your family members can hear your conversation.

“Okay, okay... I’m being so serious now. Real talk, I just ate a bunch today… and my gut’s kicking my ass right now. Some of the guys came over this morning, so we ordered a couple pizzas and grubbed. I think I did too much, honestly. I gotta go to the bathroom real bad. I been fighting it for, like, an hour.” His stomach still grossly distended — weighing heavy on his spine — he rests his hands on either side of the round mass, and eeks out a tiny fart. “Ugh,” he grunts, “that felt good.”

“Ew, baby! Go handle that… seriously. You know how you get when you eat greasy food. Nasty ass. I’ll call you back later.”

“Wow! You just gonna hang up on me like that? You not gonna come home and rub my belly? That’s actually fucked, man. You wrong for that.”

“Shit… I don’t care.” You reply, watching in disgust as his face twists into an excruciating grimace. “I’m not flying back home ‘til this weekend, Tio… and I’m damn sure not gonna stay on the phone while you use the toilet. You go do your thing, alright… and spray in there when your done. Seriously, I’ll call you back tonight… or probably tomorrow morning. My dad’s getting out some table games, so I’m probably gonna be up late.”

“Alright, man… whatever. Tell your people I said hi… and tell your pops he raised a bitch. I’ll hit you up tomorrow.”

“Mhm… okay.”

Another raunchy fart erupting from his ass like a drumroll, he grabs his phone and puts the call on pause. “Wait. Don’t hang up yet.” He tells you. “Say goodbye to your son first. I’m boutta go give birth… and you ain’t gonna get a chance to see him.” You hear the fabric of his shirt rustling against his screen for a brief moment… and then — without warning — the sound of his gurgling gut blares out from your phone speakers.

“What the hell is all that noise?” Your dad blurts, approaching the kitchen table with a stack of games in his hands. He looks startled… just as shocked as you are. Tio’s bloated belly is so loud — with the ‘baby’ working it’s way through his colon — you wouldn’t be surprised if the entire house heard it churning… even with your volume turned down.

“Fuck! Bye, baby.” You whisper, holding your phone to your lips. “Go handle your shit.” Without saying another word, you press the ‘end call’ button on your screen — abruptly concluding the FaceTime — and slip your phone back into your pocket. “Don’t worry about it, Dad. My phone is just acting up. Mom! Sissy! What game we playing first? I’m about to kick your asses!”

[sowritten]

𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓

trigger warnings apply, adjust as needed.

the police have a few more questions.

how are you doing?

it's lots of this and not knowing what to do next.

you're part of this family.

how you doing, kiddo?

I thought you should have been there.

I was outvoted.

he was so hairy, and I've dated italian guys!

are you leaving?

everyone idolizes their dad, right?

where do you come up with that?

why are we doing all of this again?

I read a tweet about a new yorker article about you.

you're famous!

I know who you are.

I read your profile in the new yorker and I found it delightful.

why are you here?

it's just not the same.

are you baiting me?

that's where the real money is.

this is not how I wanted to have this conversation.

you tell her, or I will.

that's none of your business.

I don't know how this mix-up happened.

please, you don't understand.

I know it will hurt, but it's all for the best.

my mind's made up.

just the thought of lying makes me puke.

I feel like I shouldn't be here.

it makes no damn sense.

we are not breaking tradition on my birthday!

you really love drama, huh?

you wanna do drugs?

you know, this is an interesting and efficient method of murder.

I need to write this down.

listen to me!

I thought I heard something.

what do you want me to do?

you've got to be kidding me.

I keep waiting for the big reveal.

those two things don't even conflate.

don't point at me!

I'm warning you!

financially, I'd like to help you out.

I stayed hoping to speak to you a little bit more.

I trust your kind heart.

how about it, watson?

you do as I say and everything will be just fine, I promise.

sweet beans!

what is this? what's this arrangement?

it's funny you're here at all.

why are you even bothering?

we gotta do this more often.

this might be the best thing that could ever happen to you.

nothing good is ever easy.

eat shit!

what do we have here?

this can't be legal.

you little bitch!

did you know about this?

were you in on this from the beginning?

I totally understand what you must be feeling right now.

okay, seriously though, what the hell?

it's the only thing that makes sense.

[name], tell me everything.

did you just google that?

I suspect foul play.

I don't care if I go to jail.

you've come this far, let me help you go all the way.

you should do whatever you think is right.

I won't let that happen.

how do you know all this stuff?

[name], do you hear me?

do you regret helping me yet?

this is going well.

I feel like I swallowed bees.

I couldn't do this without you.

that was the dumbest car chase of all time.

I don't know what you want.

we have to figure it out, right here, right now.

you did this!

you won't get away with this!

this will tie everything up.

you're not much of a detective, are you?

you make a pretty lousy murderer.

perhaps we deserve each other.

you've always been good to me.

that was certainly not what I was expecting at all.

why did you hire me?

you can't be that crazy.

that's some heavy duty conjecture.

you are guilty of nothing but a few amateur theatrics.

are you back again already?

this is stupid with two o's.

you have not a shred of evidence.

in for a penny, in for a pound.

I knew you were guilty as shit.

don't you come near me!

I'm going to say this just to you.

you think I'm not going to fight to protect my home?

oh shut up!

yeah, I killed them.

what do you got on me?

you'll see just how much hell I can wreak on your life.

I have a feeling you'll follow your heart.

[slamminslamminmcgill]

Chicanerous - Jimmy McGill/Male Reader (NSFW!)

jimmy brings you to meet his brother chuck. though due to chuck's homophobic behavior towards jimmy in the past, jimmy wants revenge. he has you wear a vibrator to chuck's house and sneakily controls it in front of him. tags/warnings: vibrators, sex toys, voyeurism, exhibitionism, referenced homophobia anatomical terms: none! (this was completely unintentional so if you're a cis man/amab enjoy ig lol) words: 3,115 ao3 link author's notes: i hate you chuck mcgill 😌

“Forty bucks.”

“No.”

“Fifty.”

“Jimmy, I’m not doing this.”

“…Forty-five.”

“Did you just go down?”

“Oh, good, you are listening!” Jimmy laughed, “But seriously. Fifty-five? C’mon! It’ll be the easiest money you’ve ever made… and the sexiest.” 

That was probably true, but it’d also be the most humiliating and mean-spirited way to earn a quick buck. You refused yet again. “Jimmy, no. I’m not going to harass your brother like this. I’ve never even met the guy!” 

“Trust me, you’re not missing much. Chuck’s a…” Jimmy paused and tried to think of a nicer word than ‘asshole’. “Let’s call him an acquired taste. If you have a taste for mothballs and bigotry, that is.”

“Bigotry?” You questioned. “Oh, god, don’t tell me-”

But he told you. “Raging homophobe! Jesus, when I was like 14, I told him I think I like boys and girls, and he practically dragged me by the ear to our local church for confession. He said he was doing me a favor by not telling our parents. Can you believe that?” Jimmy scoffed, but there was a profound sadness oozing out of his pores. He sniffled and cracked his neck; you hoped it wasn’t to choke back tears. 

You could see the pain in Jimmy’s demeanor and empathized with him. “Really? God, that’s so fucked, I’m so sorry. And he never apologized?”

“Are you kidding?! He thinks he’s the Messiah!” Jimmy dropped the box he was holding on the table and paced around your living room. “The ever-infallible Charles McGill Jr.! He thinks I’m the one who needs to repent for living a sinner’s lifestyle. He really goes above and beyond, y’know. Hates the sin and the sinner.” He plopped down on your couch and sighed.

You sat down next to him and put an arm around his back. Concerned, yet confused. “Why do you still talk to him, then?”

“His condition.” Jimmy explained, “He can’t take care of himself, so he needs me to brave the electricity-ridden world for him and get him what he needs. So, he kinda has to keep me around. That’s the only reason he’s even agreed to meet you.”

That tracked. A homophobe who pushed his younger brother to pray the gay away would probably not be too kind to said younger brother’s boyfriend. “So… what, he only cares about you because you keep him alive? That’s shitty. Fuck him.”

“Fuck him, indeed.” Jimmy concurred, “You know what? Nevermind. Don’t even worry about meeting him, honestly. I shouldn’t have even brought it up. No sense in bringing you over there if he’s not gonna like you, anyway.”

That gave you an idea. If Chuck wouldn’t like you on your best behavior, why bother with pleasantries? If he was going to think you were a degenerate pervert regardless of what you did, why not have a little fun and hit a homophobe where it hurts? Fuck turning the other cheek; take the upper hand.

“...I’ll do it.”

-

You squirmed in the passenger seat of Jimmy’s two-toned Suzuki Esteem. The vibrator wasn’t invasive, but it made its presence known. It was hard to sit still with it inside you. You needed friction.

“Well, someone’s got ants in their pants!” Jimmy chuckled and killed the ignition. “It’ll probably sound more like bees once I turn it on, though.” He fished a small remote out of his pocket and pressed the power button. A singular vibration pulsed through you, making you jump.

“How loud does this thing get?” You asked.

“It probably won’t be too obvious at first since it’s under your clothes, but he’s definitely gonna hear it once it really gets going. Now, let’s rap for a second.” Jimmy put the remote back in his pocket, unbuckled his seatbelt, and faced you. “No matter how loud it gets, you don’t hear it, I don’t hear it. We lie through our teeth and make Chuck feel like he’s going crazy. You get me?”

You got him, “Yeah, sure,” though there was an obvious hole in his plan, “But, like… if it’s vibrating, I’m gonna be, like… moaning and stuff like that. Wouldn’t he notice that?”

Jimmy waved you off, “Cover it up, if you can. Make whatever excuse you gotta. But if you can’t or he starts to question you, I’ll step in. You’ll be fine. You ready?”

“I guess.” You unbuckled your seatbelt and stepped out of the car. Jimmy locked it and squeezed behind you, making his way to the mailbox.

“Gotta put all your electronics in here. Anything with a battery can set him off. He’ll know if you forget something.” Jimmy loudly proclaimed as he opened the mailbox and stuffed his phone, watch, and keys inside. When he was done, he grabbed you by your hips and whispered in your ear. “He’s watching.”

Your eyes scanned the front of the empty-looking house, and sure enough, you saw two fingers pulling the blinds apart, and disgruntled eyes peering through them. You flinched, and hastily dug in your pocket for your phone. “Jesus…” you grumbled. “Fifty-five bucks for this, right?”

“How’s about forty-five and the best head you’ve ever gotten?” Jimmy kissed the back of your head as you closed the mailbox.

You spun around and flicked his forehead. “Nope. Fifty-five. And don’t act like you’re not gonna give me head regardless.”

“Oh, you know I will.” Jimmy smiled at you. Some tapping on the window broke up your intimate moment. Chuck was getting impatient. “Coming!” Jimmy called out and grabbed your hand, leading you up the walkway to Chuck’s front door. He stopped you in front of a metal pole. “Ground yourself.”

“What?”

“Just tap the thingy.” Jimmy demonstrated by tapping his finger on the pole, and you did the same. Having grounded yourselves, you were ready to enter. Jimmy knocked on the door, and Chuck answered with faux hospitality.

“Welcome! Jimmy, good to see you, as always. And, uh… what was your name again?” You could tell he was fighting to fake a smile for you.

You reminded him of your name and offered your hand to shake. “Pleasure to meet you. Jimmy’s told me so much about you.”

Chuck hesitated before grabbing your hand, as if being gay was contagious. Physical contact with a homosexual was sure to poison him with an unquenchable craving for cock and balls. Nevertheless, he persisted, taking your hand in his and offering a limp, wet noodle handshake. “Oh, all good things, I hope?”

“Of course!” You lied.

“Well, come on in.” Chuck stepped aside and allowed you to enter his delusional home. “I apologize for the darkness. Jimmy informed you of my condition, I presume?”

“He did, yeah. It must be tough to live with,” You answered with mock sympathy, in reality you couldn’t give less of a fuck about his living situation. It’s not like you’d ever be invited over again after today. Still, you tried to come up with a compliment. “You seem to be handling it really well, though. I’d imagine you have to get pretty creative. I don’t know what I’d do in your position.”

Jimmy swooped in to back you up. “I told you he’s a smart guy! Managed to build a life for himself in the 21st century without any tech whatsoever. I don’t know anyone else who could solve a problem like that.”

Chuck forced some laughter out, “Ah, well, I do what I can to get by. Please, have a seat.” He gestured to the couch, where you and Jimmy sat down. He situated himself across from you, and folded his hands in his lap. “So, how did you meet my brother?”

“Well, actually, I-”

Click

Bzzzzzzzzzzz

You should’ve seen that coming, but you didn’t. With no warning, Jimmy had ignited the vibrator, which was now rattling against your sensitive walls. You gasped, but faked a sneeze to cover it up. 

It was on the lowest setting, so thankfully Chuck didn’t notice the noise. “Bless you.”

“Thank you…” You replied. Already, your nerves were on fire. You knew Jimmy wouldn’t rush out the gate guns blazing, but this was much harder than you expected it to be. You couldn’t imagine you’d keep up the charade for very long. It took you a while to catch your train of thought. “We, uh… I work at the…” You swallowed a moan, ”...the nail salon, where he lives, and I… I saw him come in one day, and, like… I just kinda… shot my shot, I guess.”

Chuck raised an eyebrow. “You seem tense. Are you feeling alright?”

You nodded, hoping your body wasn’t shaking as much as the toy was. “Nerves, sorry.”

Jimmy slung an arm around you and hugged you from the side. “He’s just a little anxious, that’s all. He wants to make a good impression.”

Chuck nodded, content with that explanation. “Right, right. Well, I must say I’m not… thrilled, that my brother is with another man, but I hope that-”

Click

That son of a bitch. Jimmy turned it up. In the middle of Chuck’s sentence. You had no time to stall your reaction, groaning audibly and grabbing Jimmy’s leg for support. 

“You feeling alright, babe?” Jimmy asked, brushing some hair out of your face as you leaned into him, his other hand tucked into his pocket with the remote. “Jeez, you’re all red. You took your meds today, right?”

If anything, you appreciated Jimmy’s ability to lie on the spot. There was no medication for you to have taken. It was bullshit, all the way down. You let him lead, your dance partner in the tango of dishonesty. “I… I thought I did… Today’s Wednesday, right?”

Jimmy gave you a concerned, sheepish look. “Today’s Thursday, honey.” 

Click

“Oh fuck,” You moaned, and upon realizing where you were, slapped your hand over your mouth and apologized to Chuck. “O-Oh my god! I’m sorry! I-I don’t mean to be rude.”

“It’s… quite alright,” Chuck replied, his skepticism slowly inching upward. “Would you like some water?”

Jimmy answered for you. “Water would be great, thanks. He gets dehydrated easily.”

As Chuck stood up to get you some water, Jimmy pressed the button one more time, making the vibrator buzz harder and louder. Finally, it was enough for Chuck to hear.

Chuck winced, his face contorted in pain as he stared you both down. “Is that… Is that a cell phone?”

Jimmy hugged you closer to him and stroked your hair, pretending to comfort you through your “symptoms”. He gave Chuck an incredulous look. “What? What’re you talking about? Do you hear something?” 

“Y-Yes, actually. I hear something… vibrating… like a cell phone.” Chuck grimaced and grit his teeth to bear the pain. “Jimmy, I thought you told him.”

Jimmy went on the defense, “I did! Chuck, I swear, we put all our devices in the mailbox. There’s nothing here that could be vibrating. Are you sure that’s what it is?”

You backed him up, “Y-Yeah, I don’t…” and took a deep breath to maintain poise, “I don’t hear anything either.”

And Jimmy scored the goal. “And he has great ears, too. He’s got perfect pitch. He’s actually in school to be a classical pianist. So if he doesn’t hear it, I kinda gotta take his word for it.”

Another lie. You couldn’t play piano to save your life, but goddamn, Jimmy could play anyone to save his.

Chuck wasn’t backing down, though his composure was starting to slip. “I-I’m serious. I hear something vibrating. Are you telling me you two seriously don’t hear that?”

Jimmy sighed, pitying his brother and his circumstances. “Chuck, buddy, no one else hears what you’re talking about. Just… How about you just go in the kitchen for a bit, take a breather, and maybe it’ll be gone when you come back?”

Chuck didn’t answer Jimmy. He scurried into the kitchen and away from the offending sound.

Once he was sure Chuck was gone, Jimmy switched the vibrator off, finally giving you a moment to breathe. He kissed you on the cheek and whispered to you, “Isn’t this fun? You’re doing great.”

You giggled and kissed him back, “It’s… definitely exciting. You’re a genius.”

“I know, I know. That little piece of plastic is making you feel real good, huh?”

“Yeah…”

“Not as good as me though, right?”

“Not by a longshot.”

Chuck returned with three glasses of water, one in each hand and cradling the other under his arm. “My apologies for that,” he said as he set the glasses down on the table. He took his seat once more. “Well, Jimmy, I hate to say it, but you were right. I don’t hear that sound anymore, and I feel perfectly fine. I wonder what that could’ve been.”

Jimmy picked up his glass. “Are your coolers good? Maybe you ate some spoiled food and it’s giving you hallucinations. That’s what they say happened in the Salem Witch Trials.” He took a sip and set it down on the table.

You did the same, chugging half the glass in one go, playing into the easily dehydrated lie.

“No, no, the coolers are fine. I don’t think that would’ve done it.” Chuck drank some of his water and turned his attention to you, hoping to steer the conversation away from his ailment. “So! You’re a classical pianist?”

You gave him a timid smile, unsure of how you should be acting due to your medical condition that Jimmy decided you had. “Y-Yeah, I, uh… Been playing since I was three. I’m a senior at UNM.” Lies upon lies, you hoped they were as good as Jimmy’s. But if not, he’d have your back.

Chuck smiled, warmer than you expected from him. Were you actually impressing him? “Well, that’s wonderful! I’m a huge fan of classical music. My ex-wife was a violinist.”

Jimmy butted in, “And a damn good one, at that! I guess McGill’s are drawn to musicians, huh?”

“Thank you, Jimmy.” Chuck said with a heaping spoonful of sarcasm. “You know, I actually have a grand piano here. Not to put you on the spot or anything, but do you think you could play-”

Clickclickclickclickclick

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Jimmy McGill was trying to get you killed.

Or, save your ass, because if he hadn’t intervened, you would’ve been pressured into bullshitting your way through a Beethoven sonata.

Or, make you cum in front of his homophobic brother, just to fuck with him.

Or, and most likely, all of the above.

He’d cranked the vibrator up to max, making you cry out in pleasure, and Chuck in pain. Thankfully, his brother was somehow louder than you were.

Chuck covered his ears and shouted, “Agh! It’s back! The buzzing! It’s back!” He jumped up and ran to open a cabinet, where he apparently kept large sheets of tinfoil to wrap himself in. As he put on his Chipotle burrito cosplay, he put the heat on his brother. “Jimmy, whatever you’re doing, whatever… device you two brought with you, just turn it off! Turn it off and get out of my house!” 

“I’m not doing anything, Chuck!” Jimmy stood up and shouted over all the commotion, rushing to Chuck’s side. “I still don’t hear what you’re talking about! Where is it coming from?”

Chuck whipped his body around, the foil crinkling with his movements, and pointed a shaking finger at you. “Him! It’s coming from him! He’s got something on him, and I hear it! Don’t tell me it’s nothing!”

“He doesn’t have anything on him! I checked! He’s got no devices, doohickeys, gadgets, gizmos, nothing that could make that kind of-!” Suddenly, Jimmy froze, his expression melting to one of pure fear. You figured he’d get the letter for his Oscar nomination soon enough. “Oh no…” 

“What?! What is it?!” Chuck panicked.

Jimmy hurried back to where you were sitting on the couch, and laid his hand on the left side of your chest. “It’s his pacemaker… It’s going crazy.” 

It took everything within you to not burst out laughing. Or moaning. You bit your lip and let Jimmy do the talking as you rocked your hips back and forth on the couch cushion. 

“His what?!” Chuck yelled the obvious question. “He’s so young, how the hell does he have a pacemaker?!”

“That’s none of your business, Chuck!” Jimmy grabbed your shoulders and pressed his forehead to yours. “I’m so sorry, honey. I didn’t think it’d be a problem. I’m gonna take you home, and you’re gonna take your meds, okay? You’re gonna be okay. Come on, upsy-daisy.” 

Jimmy hoisted you up off the couch. The vibrator had done a number on your balance, and the new angle had it pressed up into just the right spot. You collapsed into him and moaned his name, not even trying to hide it anymore. “Oh, Jimmyyy…”

Playing it off like a champ, Jimmy shushed you and walked you towards the door. “I know, I know, sweetheart. It’s okay. You’re gonna be fine. I promise.” He opened the front door, and turned to his brother one last time. “I gotta get him home. We’ll talk later, Chuck. See ya.”

Even after the door was closed, he kept up the act as he walked you to the car, just in case Chuck was watching through the window. “There we go, almost there. We’ll get you home, baby boy, don’t you worry.” He opened the door for you and even buckled you in. When he walked around to his side, he saw Chuck peering through the windows again. He got in the driver’s seat, turned the car on, and sped down the block, past Chuck’s limited field of view. 

Once Chuck was out of sight and out of mind, Jimmy turned the car and the vibrator off. He grabbed you and started kissing all over your face like a madman.

“That was amazing! Baby, you were perfect! You are a star! Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” Jimmy praised as he hugged you tight and kissed anywhere he could plant his lips on you.

You laughed hysterically, tickled pink from the thrill and your boyfriend’s cheesy affections. “Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome. That was crazy! What am I again? A college student with a pacemaker that’s training to be a classical pianist? How the fuck did you come up with that?!”

Jimmy laughed too, wiping tears of joy from his eyes. “Ah, a magician never reveals his tricks. I’ll get you the cash when we get back.” And like the magician he was, you didn’t see the sleight-of-hand of him reaching into his pocket. “But first…”

Clickclickclickclickclick

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

“How’s about we finish what we started?”

[bambirex]

Another Steddie request, so I read the Wayne shovel talk and it was *chefs kiss* butttt I feel like we never see Eddie get a shovel talk, like I feel like the kids still would cause Steve was there first and had truly taken care of them and there safety. I feel like the kids would give Eddie a shovel talk even if it wasn’t like that intimidating it’s the thought behind it

I'm glad you liked it! 💕 The kids would give him the shovel talk, and they shall give him one!

Warnings: none

**

When Eddie was told to come over to Dustin's immediately, he thought there was an emergency. He thought maybe one of the kids had gotten hurt, that some awful monster from the Upside Down showed up again. He sped down the road on his motorbike, hoping he didn't hit someone on the way as he didn't even have the mind to check where he was going; he just had to be there as quickly as possible.

When Eddie got there, though, there was no sign of any life-threatening situation. It was just the kids standing in Dustin's room, looking very serious.

"So... What's up?" Eddie asked, looking over each of them. Dustin sighed deeply, before he gestured for Eddie to take a seat very dramatically.

"Guys? Will someone speak? You're freaking me out."

"We need to talk to you," Max said, "about Steve."

"What... did something happen to him? Is he hurt?" Eddie jumped up, panic settling in his stomach like lead. "Where is he?"

"Calm down, Jesus," Mike laughed, "he's fine."

"We're gonna talk about shovels," El explained with a soft smile. Eddie's eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

"What!?"

"Shovel talk, it's called a shovel talk," Will offered helpfully, both to El and Eddie. That made Eddie sigh with relief, until he realized what that meant for him.

"Oh."

"We just wanna know what your intentions are with our Steve," Dustin explained. "We wanna know, if this thing between you is anything serious."

"Steve has been here for us for such a long time," Lucas added with a smile, "he means a lot to us. And we love you too, Eddie, but he's like... a big brother to us."

Of course, that made sense. Eddie knew exactly, how much Steve meant to the kids. He had really stuck his neck out for them on multiple occasions, protecting them from monsters and awful humans alike. It was no wonder the kids wanted to keep him safe for a change.

"Yeah, I got that," Eddie smiled. "I love him, kiddos, I really do."

"And you're not gonna ditch him, are you?" Erica pointed at him, eyebrows furrowed. "Because you know I'm more than happy to beat your ass if you do."

That made Eddie laugh. He was well aware of how powerful Erica could be when pissed off- but, that was true for all the kids.

"People think he's this dumb playboy, but he's so much better than that," Dustin continued. "He has a big heart."

"He's very sensitive. Cries a lot more than you'd think. Ugh, don't tell him I said that," Mike added quickly.

"He has been the protector of us for so long," Will said quietly, "he deserves someone who protects him."

"And who cherishes him," Max interjected, "because he loves some spoiling. He actually loves flowers too, buy him some!"

"And chocolate, everyone loves chocolate!" El grinned. "And he likes going to the movies!"

"And whatever you do, don't mess up his hair," Lucas chuckled, making the rest of them laugh along as well.

Eddie made a mental list of everything the kids said. He had very serious plans with Steve, and he was more than happy to spoil him. The fact his little kiddos got so up in arms to make sure he was treated right warmed Eddie's heart. Steve deserved the best of everything, and Eddie was going to make sure he would get it.

"I'll make sure to treat him right," Eddie promised. "I love Steve a lot, I really do. And I'd rather shoot myself before I broke his heart. Not to mention," he glanced at Erica with an over-exaggerated fearful expression, "I know you would gut me if I did that."

"Hell yeah, we would," Erica grinned, not even half-joking.

"Seriously, just be good to him," Dustin sounded more serious than ever. "He really, really needs it."

Eddie reached out and gently patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry. I'll do everything in my power to treat him right. He's going to be the most loved man in Hawkins."

All the kids yelled "he better be!" in unison, making Eddie laugh. Steve was one hell of a lucky guy that he had such a protective little family.

*

Later that night, when they were laying in bed, Eddie told Steve about his talk with the kids. Steve groaned in embarrassment, burying his face in Eddie's neck.

"Jesus, I never asked them to do that!"

"You didn't have to," Eddie said softly, "they did this on their own. Because they love you, Steve, and they want to make sure you get treated right."

Steve smiled softly. "They are such idiots, but I love all of them, too. This is actually really sweet."

"Mama Steve and his little nuggets," Eddie cooed, making Steve let out an offended noise.

"I'm not...! Okay, I guess I am a mama bear. With very powerful cubs."

"And I'm gonna keep my promise," Eddie said softly. He hooked a finger under Steve's chin and raised it, so he could kiss him on the lips softly. "I'm gonna make you the most loved man in Hawkins, Steve Harrington. And if I'll ever mess up, there's an army of kids waiting to murder me."

"I'll murder you, too. But they'll murder you harder."

"Yeah," Eddie laughed, holding Steve close to his chest, "I'm sure about that."

[starstruckunknown-princess]

I’ll Do Anything

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Warnings: None, just fluff!

Summary: After a mission with Steve goes awry, you end up with a massive cold so Steve stops by to take care of you.

Word Count: 857

A/N: Fluffcember Day 5! I’m loving the love these fics are getting, seriously I’m flattered. Hope you reblog/follow/like this one! Enjoy!

Your entire sinus cavity felt filled with lead, the pressure causing a monstrous headache. You were surrounded by used tissues and half-drunk mugs of tea that had all gone cold. Your body ached all over and your throat burned when you tried to swallow. 

“Damn you, Rogers and your stupid muscle-y frame. Cracking the ice and shit, being all superhuman and not getting sick but guess who gets to feel like shit for a week? Me!” You mutter to yourself as you haul your comforter over your shoulders as you sit up on the couch, looking for the remote.

On a mission last week, you and Steve had been chasing a HYDRA agent across a frozen river. You both had thought it was frozen solid, but the second you’d gotten too far away from the shore you found that it wasn’t. You’d both plunged into the icy water, and now the universe was kicking you while you were down. Not only had you lost the agent you were pursuing, but now you had the worst cold you’d had in a long time.

“Well if that’s how you feel,” Steve’s voice sounded from behind you. You turned sharply and saw him at the door to your apartment, holding a steaming pot of something between two oven mitted hands. “I guess I’ll just bring this back upstairs.” 

“Wait, no! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. Don’t leave!” You croaked and Steve chuckled, moving toward the stove in your kitchen and placing the pot on top of it.

“Tony’s got you isolated, huh?”

“I’m surprised he even let you come see me. Who knew Stark was such a germaphobe?” 

Steve chuckled. The sound was music to your ears. “I’m sure he’s got a full decontamination shower waiting for me outside the door.”

Laughing hurt, but you did anyway as you pulled the comforter along with you, getting up from the couch to go investigate exactly what Steve had brought, but the supersoldier was on you faster than you could blink.

“No way, you need to rest,” he said, gently taking your shoulders and steering you back to the couch. 

“Can I at least know what’s in the pot?” You asked, eyebrow raised.

Steve brushed some of your hair out of the way and cupped your face in his palm. His fingers were warm on your skin and if you hadn’t been so feverish you would’ve noticed how your body heated at his proximity. Your eyes closed against the touch, leaning into it like a cat and wishing he would touch you like that more often. Preferably when you didn’t feel like death warmed over.

“It’s chicken noodle soup, secret family recipe. You want a bowl?” 

You only nodded. His hand disappeared and the warmth with it so you opened your eyes and watched him ladle two bowls of soup. He brought them over and sat next to you, closer than he normally would’ve, you noticed, and you couldn’t help but lean against him a little, curling your body around the steaming bowl and further into your blanket.

The two of you ate quietly, the only sounds in the room from the show you’d been binging and the gentle clink of spoons on the ceramic bowls, followed by gentle slurps. The quiet was comfortable, though, and neither of you felt the need to break it.

When you’d finished, Steve collected your bowl and brought them over to the sink before coming back and collecting all the mugs you’d accumulated on the coffee table. 

“You don’t have to-” you started, but he interrupted.

“I know, but I want to,” he smiled up at you and your heart skipped a beat. “It’s the least I can do after plunging you into that river.”

“I was just kidding, you know, I don’t actually blame you.” Your voice followed him to the kitchen sink where he dumped out the mugs and loaded them into the dishwasher.

“I know. Doesn’t mean I don’t blame myself.”

You whipped around, noting his tense frame and the white-knuckle grip he had on the rinsed bowl. He blamed himself for so much, and you just had to run your mouth and add to his grief. You reached out your hand and gently said, “Hey, come here.”

Steve complied, leaving his chore. His large fingers wrapped around yours. You tugged him toward you, sitting him on the couch next to you. “I really don’t blame you. I’ll be fine.”

“I just don’t like seeing you hurting, doll.” He traced his hand over your cheek again and you swore that if he kept doing that you would, indeed, start purring. “Wish I could do something.”

“You can.”

“Anything.”

“Cuddle me?” You fluttered your eyelashes up at him and a smile split his face wide open. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and you threw your legs over his lap. You rested your head against his broad, muscled chest and listened to his heartbeat while whatever you’d been watching kept playing. Eventually you fell asleep, wrapped in Steve’s warm embrace, and even though you felt like garbage you’d never felt more content.

[springbloomer]

SURPRISE 😈

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

Disclaimer ⚠️ Characters mentioned are from the otome game Obey Me! and none of this is cannon from the actual game, enjoy!!

!!!! note/s : MC in this headcannon has a 4-year old little brother~ also pretty long, but I hope it's good fluff for ya'll!!

seriously, this is, like, LONG AF, and this isn't fanfic even- just read everything if you'll find it good :>

Surprising the demon brothers was your favorite thing ever, especially when it comes to their reactions. You could barely hold your excitement when you were just planning on letting them meet your sweet little brother. Each of their reactions were worth watching... even if it wasn't what you had in mind.

LUCIFER

"Hey Lucifer!! Meet-"

The eldest was shocked to see you holding a small child in your arms, and the way you looked at him with such love and care (your little brother, not him TvT)

Because of that, he immediately questioned you about the little guy

The honest truth? He's actually feeling a ton of mixed emotions stirring in his heart. Hurt, confusion, sadness, all of these and yet he didn't show it because it'd damage his pride

"Who is he? Are you okay? Who the hell did this to you?? This child is... yours...?"

Wait, what was that question? "This child is yours?"? You just had to laugh at his interrogation and with that specific question

Both Lucifer and your lil' bro wore confused expressions, looking at you and wondering why you were laughing so hard

"D-Did you seriously think that this is my kid?? As in a son??" You immediately explain to him that he was only your little brother

His reaction, though, was priceless! It wasn't what you were expecting, but that was really something else!

Now that you've cleared the misunderstanding, you formally introduced your little brother to Lucifer

But your little bro clung onto you cuz he sensed some dark aura around the Avatar of Pride (this pissed Lucifer off for some reason hehe)

It took some time, but after letting your bro spend some quality with the eldest, he gradually warmed up to him

That quality time was sitting on the couch, Lucifer asking some casual questions and your brother nodding/ shaking their head in reply 🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️

MAMMON

Just when you told your little brother that the both of you were going to see/ surprise someone, Mammon had no hesitation to barge into your room without knocking

"Oi, MC! Any chance ya got any Grimm with ya-"

Boy, was he such a mess after seeing a little kid in your room, who immediately ran up to you to hide behind your legs

He was the perfect example of an "emotional wreck" at that point, but worse

First shocked, then pissed, then annoyed, then worried, then confusion, then all the feelings that anxiety brings you

"Is this kid a bother to ya? Which idiot lower demon was it?!" You were super confused with what Mammon's trying to ask you about, only to figure it out when he started talking about abortion (bruh how'd he get there?!??!?!?)

Before his theory about your little brother got more twisted, you placed a finger on his lips to make him stop talking

Thankfully, that did the trick (and made him blush and stutter a bit), and you were able to explain how your little brother was supposed to be meeting him as a surprise

Now that Mammon knew that the "little kid" was your own little brother, he apologized for the sudden outburst of a reaction he had just a minute ago

Your little brother was shy at first, but managed to wave at the Avatar of Greed and mutter a very soft-voiced hello

Eventually, the two of your boys got a long just fine (as long as you were there to avoid any trouble Mammon might stir your little bro into)

LEVIATHAN

Ooohh, you were really excited for Levi's reaction, in particular

You've got everything all planned out for his surprise: visit his room (he gave special access only to his best friend 🥺) with your little brother looking like a pile of blanket, set him down near somewhere near Levi and ask him to pass the "blanket" to you

Really, that plan was so devious, you almost couldn't stop smirking when you were right outside of his room

Letting yourself in, you see Levi glued to his screen and controller in hand like your normal everyday visit, but he'll acknowledge your presence and greet you once you settle down beside him

As planned, you put away the "blanket" you brought with you, sat beside the otaku and watch him slay at his game for a little while

Not long after, you pretended to shiver a bit and asked him to pass you the blanket next to him

You knew that he wouldn't pay much attention to the "blanket", and this was the perfect opportunity to get Levi off of his screen.

*Pauses game* "W-what the heck...?" he's uncovering whatever was in the blanket that's preventing him from passing it to you

Nearly screamed like a little girl when he saw that it was your little brother and you just laughed until your stomach hurt

Wiping a tear away, you managed to try and introduce your little brother to the otaku, only to be interrupted by him right before you said "little brother"

"M-MC!! H-h-how could you?! Betraying your best friend like this...! And I REFUSE to know who THIS is! *points at little bro* Take your kid and never face me again!"

Oh my- he was having such a breakdown that you thought it'd be impossible to clear the misunderstanding

Fortunately, Levi as a gamer pays attention to every bit of detail about all his video games (or anything that he loves, for that matter), and when you pointed out that you and your brother were only siblings, he saw the similarity in your eyes, slight hair color and even how the two of you had similar cheek structure (?!?!?!?)

The poor guy was so embarrassed about his assumption that he couldn't stop apologizing to you (eventually, though, you guys went back to playing some more games and your two boys got along quite nicely)

SATAN

It was very nice of him to lend you a few books to help you learn more about Devildom, so in return, you wanted to introduce him to your little brother as a surprise (basically you just wanted to see them bond, it'll be such a rare and wholesome sight to behold)

So, to make it happen, you had a bunch of books that you needed to return to him, and your little brother wanted to help you out (praise the non-existent helpful and sweet younger sibling-)

You knocked on Satan's door and let yourself in, making sure that your little brother was able to follow you through the mountain-high piles of books

When you finally found the Avatar of Wrath cooped up in his reading corner, you told your little bro to settle the books he was holding right next to the demon (to make sure that Satan is aware of another person's presence 👌)

Yes! He became fully aware that the person was indeed not you, and the way you patted your sibling's head after doing what he was told sent a completely humungous misunderstanding

"Oh, sorry for bothering you, Satan. We'll take our leave and you could get back to your book-"

The door suddenly slammed shut, and the way the demon looked at your brother made the little guy scared out of his mind

You tried comforting him, and at the same time question Satan's actions ("W-what's up with that?! You're scaring him!")

"*clicks tongue* How rude of you to not even introduce this little guy to me, MC" he said as he transformed into his demon form. (OH SH-)

Right before anything else, you knew immediately what you had to do

"T-thisismylittlebrotherandIwantedyouguystomeetandIthoughtbysurprisingyouinmeetinghimwouldbefunbutmyidioticselfdidn'tthinkabouthowyouwouldtaketheinformationinBLAHBLAHBLAH" (hehehe had a hard time reading your rambles?)

On and on you went about how you thought that Satan thought that your little brother would look like a kid that she had, but really, you guys were only siblings by BLOOD

Thankfully, he understood you right away and put his demon form aside (he might've even destroyed some of his precious books anyway)

Your little brother was... well, there's no way to sugarcoat his state otherwise than how TRAUMATIZED HE MIGHT'VE BEEN after seeing how mad Satan was (WE'RE TALKING ABOUT A FRIGGIN' 4-YEAR OLD IN FRONT OF A DEMONIC CREATURE no offense Satan)

Of course Satan felt bad, but he just had a really weird way of showing it (and it was probably really awkward for them)

It was just so frustrating that there was not even a little progression of bonding between your two favorite people (I swear I'm not biased with Satan), so you suggested storytelling to calm your little brother's nerves

Even if he clung onto you the entire time, you just knew that with a little more convincing and quality time, they'd get along just fine (but your little bro would probably still have his guard up whenever he sees Satan~)

ASMODEUS

Surprising Asmo seemed to be harder than you thought, as he's always poking his head around your door to see what your up to (he doesn't care about knocking because he likes to see your shocked and annoyed expressions)

After hours of trying to come up with an idea, you finally came up with a plan on how to still get a reaction from the Avatar of Lust

Firstly, you messaged him through your D.D.D saying that you wanted to come over to his room to have an extra long makeover session (without sounding sus about it)

His reply, an obvious yes, came seconds after you sent your message

Even if you knew that hiding your little brother behind you as you enter Asmo's room wouldn't really be an effective surprise, but hopefully he wouldn't notice him at first

"MC~! I have the perfect routine for our makeover today~ Just let me know which color do you prefer fir-"

Never have you ever thought that he was capable of dropping one of his nail polish bottles (as it was as precious as Grimm is to Mammon TvT) just because of the sight of your little brother

"Yeah, about that, hehe..." you trailed off as you let your brother show himself to Asmo "I wanted you to meet-"

He didn't let you finish and jumped straight onto your little brother and smothered him with a thousand compliments, headpats and cheek rubs

"Aaaah!!! MC's kid is so cuuuuuuuuuteeee~~!!! Even if he's not... ours, hehe, I'll still let him join our makeover today...~"

You noticed how for a second that he had a dejected look on his face and quickly covered it up with his regular smile, and wondered why he gave such an expression

That's when you went back to what he said seconds ago, about... your little brother being your child?!

Before Asmo could lift your brother up and onto his bed, you quickly explained that he was just your sibling and that you would never even think about having a kid with someone else

He seemed a little skeptical at first, but then he started seeing the similarity between you and your brother's skin complexion (kinda like Levi...)

After confronting the misunderstanding, Asmo was relieved knowing that you wouldn't do such a thing to some other person/ lowly demon, and the three of you enjoyed your quality time with each other (even though your little brother wasn't really fond of whatever Asmo was doing to his nails 😅)

BEELZEBUB

The kitchen was an obvious target for your surprise to Beel, and it was kind of easy as to how you would be able to do it

However, it was quite hectic as first, as this particular demon seems to come by to the kitchen every half hour (surprising how they could restock all the food he's eaten in that time xD)

Right before you knew Beel would walk into the kitchen any second, you told your little brother to hide in a drawer under the counter (luckily, it was big enough for him to fit in)

On his cue, the hungry Avatar of Gluttony was back for more, but firstly greeted and asked you if you wanted to eat something with him (💗 for my bebe)

His usual kitchen raid has begun. First the fridge, then the cupboards, then the other cupboards on the other side of the kitchen, (can ya'll just imagine how hard it was to contain the suspense when he'll find your bro in the drawer-) then the pantry, then back to the fridge for the remaining scraps (he) left

"Actually, I'm really sorry Beel but I feel a bit hungry now. Do you think there's something for me in the drawers under this counter?" you just threw the question at him out of nowhere, but he didn't mind and was serious about getting you something to eat

You really just couldn't. As soon as he laid eyes on your little brother, you burst out laughing at his startled reaction

He was still speechless when you tried to introduce your bro to him in the most general way possible ("Go say hi to Beelzebub, y/n")

"MC already has a child...??" That depressed face was enough to make a thousand crowds cry and wanna comfort the big guy (cough cough oBeY mE faNdOm cough cough) (i swear i won't hesitate to kill anybody who makes my man sad 😀🔪)

Even if it was a huge misunderstanding, you still felt guilty for making Beel feel that way and immediately cleared up the miscommunication saying that the little kid was your little brother

He gave out a huge sigh of relief and went back to his sweet, gullible self, trying to bond with your brother

Your boys got along in a matter of a few cookies

BELPHEGOR

If you thought that surprising the 24/7 sleeping demon would be an easy task, well TOO BAD

I'm just spitting it out that it's so frustrating when you underestimate Belphie's habits...

Unfortunately on the particular day you were going to surprise him, he just let himself in your room without knocking or warning to go straight to your bed to nap with you

This friggin demon just strolled into the room like he owns it, which never gave you the time to thoroughly think about how to introduce your little bro to him

You ended up diving under your sheets along with your sibling in hopes that the Avatar of Sloth didn't see anything

The bright side? He didn't notice that there was someone else other than you in the room

That was until he joined you under your sheets as well...

OK, there was no point in trying to hide away your little brother at this point, so when Belphie found you, he needed a full minute to adjust the sight of your little bro cuddling next to you

Well, this made him internally jealous and evidently a little furious, seeing how super close the kid he didn't know about with you

His reaction would be kind of like Satan's, but just a lazier version (this was enough for him to make the bother to transform to his demon form-)

Clearly seeing Belphie in that state meant NOTHING GOOD, so immediately, you told him that the little guy was your little brother and just plain spouting out words of reassurance that he was not anything else but a by-blood sibling

Eventually, the demon calmed down and proceeded to trapping you under his cuddle (I like to imagine this as you hug you little brother and then Belphie hugs you- UGH YES)

Sometimes, though, he'll attempt to try and slide you little bro off the bed so it'd be just the two of you (aHeM CHILD ABUSE??? jkjk)

[clovermarigold]

Daggers & Daffodils Chap.22

Dagur x Reader

Damn, two updates in the span of a week. I am on a roll :D Enjoy the chapter. 

also, 82% sure I used the word placate right... probably not

"I don't like this, Hiccup" Astrid put her hands on her hip as you and Hiccup got ready to fly on Toothless. "I don't either, but we have no choice".

"It'll be fine, Astrid. I can handle Dagur" you placed your hand on her shoulder. "We'll what if we can't get you back. I mean, do you seriously want to end up married to that freak" she asked. "That won't happen, I'll stick around long enough for him to drop his guard, then I'll get out with the Dragon Eye" Astrid didn't seem convinced. "That isn't exactly a plan-".

"Well, it's all we've got. It took me long enough to get Hiccup to agree to this, Gustav needs us. He's just a kid, Dagur won't hurt me, but who knows what he'll do to him" in all actuality you knew exactly what Dagur would do to Gustav if you didn't show, but you didn't want to think about it too much. 

"You sure we have no choice? Like, none? Zip? Zilch?" Tuff asks. Hiccup looks down from Toothless "This is all my fault anyway-", "Ninguno?", "I never even gave the kid a chance", "Ni Portugal?", "Tuff that's really not helping at all!", "Yeah". "If I wasn't so busy tinkering with this thing, I don't know, maybe I could have kept him busy". Fishlegs spoke up, "Uh, yeah, nobody can keep Gustav busy".

"At least let us back you up out there" Astrid reasoned. "Dagur was very clear. I have to come alone. We don't know what he'll do to Gustav if I don't follow his demands to the letter. We can't risk it". Astrid gave you a withering look. "Don't worry" you patted both of your boots, "I'm packing". "We'll be careful, I promise" Hiccup said before the two of you and Toothless took off along with Fanghook. 

"There" one of the Berserker guards called as you and Hiccup approached, landing on the deck of the ship. "Fanghook!" Gustav called rushing to his dragon "I was worried about you, boy". "Aww, dragon and dragon rider love. Makes me want to hurl. Blech" Toothless snarled before Hiccup soothed him to calm down. You were surrounded by dozens of Berserkers with no backup, now was not the time to act out. 

"Gustav, are you ok?" Hiccup asked, earning a nod from the boy as Dagur began to walk towards you. "That's close enough, Dagur" Hiccup warned. "Oh, wow. Where's the trust. After all we've been through together? No? Nothing? No Hiccupy barbs, quips, snappy comebacks? But I really love those. We've developed such a nice shorthand, you and I".  "Dagur, Let's just get this over with" you said, sensing your brother's growing irritation. Dagur's attention to you, "Y/N, my love, how have they been treating you? Well, I hope?" he mumbled under his breath, "For their sake". "I was just catching up with Hiccup here. You know, brother, you really should lighten up. After all, were going to be family soon" he put up his arms taunting him, "Wouldn't want any unresolved tension at the wedding now, would we?" Hiccup grit his teeth. You swiftly dismount Toothless hoping to get this over with quickly so neither Dagur nor Hiccup do something that ends with Gustav getting hurt. "Send them over" Hiccup orders. 

"You first" Dagur smiles, leaving no room for negotiation. Hiccup looks to you, to which you give a nod, and he hands you the dragon eye. Though Dagur isn't that far the walk feels longer. Each side on edge, anxious to see if the other will make a preemptive move. As soon as you're withing arms reach, Dagur pulls you into his side, temporarily resting his face in your hair before he returns to face Hiccup, content with rubbing circles into your arm. Dagur takes the Dragon Eye into his other hand examining it with an exaggeratedly astounded voice taunting Hiccup, "Oh, it- it really is one beautiful artifact. And I hear it can be very useful to those who possess it? Hmm? Is that true?".

"Gustav, let's go. It's okay" Hiccup takes a step closer. Gustav contemplates for a moment, "Yeah, about that, Hiccup. I've been treated much better by these guys than I ever was treated by you and the dragon riders". "What!?" you yell baring teeth at the little runt. "Ooh" Dagur giggles, "And the plot thickens". 

"Gustav" Hiccup says both questioningly and warning. "You could've given me a chance, you know? All you guys ever did was tell me I wasn't good enough; tell me I didn't belong. Well, I belong here" he crosses his arms looking away from Hiccup. "Oh, I'll give you a chance you little brat! Go with Hiccup before I rip your arms off" you yell, slightly madder than you should be, causing Dagur to let out a dopey smile and shiver. But after all, you just gave yourself up to the man you had been running from for moths for this kid, and he decides to change his mind NOW? 

"Gustav, you have no idea what you're getting into" Hiccup warns taking a few steps towards him before a look from Dagur's men stop him. "Oh, yes, I do, Hiccup. I know exactly what I'm doing". Dagur then, chimed in with a sing song voice, "Awkward! ~". 

"Well, I'd say your work is finished here, brother. Ordinarily, this is where I would double-cross you and fill you full of arrows. But the future missus is angry as it is, and the kid is squeamish. You should thank him, he made me promise to let you go, and in return, he's gonna take me to a treasure". "That's right, Hiccup" Gustav put his hands on his hips proudly, "We have the Dragon Eye and Fanghook's fire. And you know what that means, untold treasure awaits".

"You are going to regret this" Hiccup puts a hand on Toothless. "I don't think so, Hiccup" your brother then, takes off, thankfully not followed by a barrage of arrows.  Once Hiccup left eyesight, Gustav jumped up onto Fanghook, playing and laughing with him, as two Berserkers grab each of your arms and "escort" you to Dagur's room. "Y'know" Dagur turned to Savage with a twisted smile, "I'm actually gonna feel bad when I kill this kid".

 The room you were dumped in was roomier than the last, granted it was a different ship and had been three years since you were last held in one against your will. It made little to no difference in the end though, as you were still trapped on another boat with your delusional "fiancé".  Casing the room proved fruitless, though you didn't know what you were looking for. You didn't have any way to escape yet, and even if you did, you couldn't leave Gustav to face Dagur's wrath on his own. His chances of making it out of this weren't great, but add an escaped betrothed to the mix, and you had no doubt not great would turn to absolutely not. He would become a punching bag, eel bait, and a target dummy all at once. And you didn't even want to imagine what horrors they would put Fanghook through. 

The door opened and you didn't need to look to know who it was. If you were in a room, namely your 'personal' quarters, anyone but him would be thrown overboard. "Well, that was dramatic, don't you think?" he closed the door a wide smile gracing his features walking over to you and wrapping you in an embrace. You stayed stiff, though it was difficult as he lifted you off the ground. "I told you I would get you back" he looked up at you with his lopsided grin.

Dear Odin, you hated this man, but even more so you hated yourself for admiring his face. You couldn't help it; three years had done him good. Your ogling hadn't gone unnoticed, as Dagur's smile grew sly. "Now back to our conversation from last time, I believe you've had enough time to think. Axes as our wedding theme" he looked off into the distance, using his hands to part the air as if it were a groundbreaking revelation. "We're. Never. Getting. Married" you deadpanned, watching his joyful expression fall and turn to one of indifference and disdain. 

The room began to feel uncomfortable. It was as if Dagur forgot how to blink, staring down at you with almost soulless eyes, daring you to look away. Suddenly Dagur's new increase in height was painfully obvious and making you... question things. 

You tried your best to hide the bob in your throat as you swallowed your spit, continuing to make eye contact with the deranged berserker. Dagur broke the quiet of the room, "You shouldn't say things that aren't true Y/N". It had been a long time since Dagur had called you by your name when speaking to you. And in all honesty, you didn't like it. It made you feel uncomfortable and your skin crawl, like your body was having an allergic reaction to it. Or maybe it was to the implications of it. Dagur rarely ever got mad at you, but it did happen; that time you threatened to have your father call off your engagement when he had been teasing Hiccup too much as kids or when you had jokingly called a boy from Berk 'cute'. 

"Hiccup will come for me, Dagur" the threat was pathetic at best. Though it was true. it did little to change your current situation. Dagur continued to tower over you, giving no reaction to your mention of your brother.

"...Axes are fine" Dagur in true 'Dagur fashion' did a 180, his regular dopey wide smile coming to surface as if he hadn't just stared you down like you murdered his dog. "You know, I personally prefer swords, but whatever makes it perfect for you" he smiles sitting on the bed. 

Dagur looked at your still frame and his smile faltered slightly. A finger was placed under your chin as he looked down at you with concern "Are you still upset with me". "Are you serious" one look at the confused expression and uneven brows told you that he was in fact, serious. "You kidnapped me four times! Held my dragon in a cage! Threatened to kill my father! Tried to kill my brother!" Dagur continued to look down at you confused as if you're reasoning still did not answer his question. 

"Oh, my Thor" you huffed out, "You're really that delusional". Dagur's upper lip curled near the corner as he seemed to attempt to remain "calm", by Dagur standards at least. "My love, I understand your upset. But I promise I'll make it up to you" he put a hand up as if placating a mediocre demand. 

"How! How could you ever make this up to me" Dagur smiled. "By making the rest of your life carefree and painless" he said it as though it were obvious. "That will not make up for it Dagur! When are you going to get it through your head that this " you gestured between the both of you, "Is never going to happen". Dagur stayed quiet for a moment too long. "That's a lie" you rolled your eyes. "If it was true" he pushed you backwards, so you landed on the bed staring up at him.

To your relief he didn't make any moves to get on top of you instead reaching to your boot and pulling out the Skrill carved dagger, "Why do you still have this".

[one-silly-cart00nist]

Memory Lane [Velvet & Veneer]

Am I writing for Trolls? I guess so :'D Inspired by THIS fanart

Wordcount: 1.3k past bullying, hurt/comfort, mentions of canonical troll abuse

The cell is small and unceremonious. Cold most of the time. The space is empty, spare for a twin bed and a desk. White walls that could seriously use a wallpaper treatment but the torturing temptation to glamour this place up is probably part of the punishment. 

A guard shows up three times a day to escort them to the cafeteria and the showers. (Those are gross. No use without slippers.)

Overall it’s not that bad. 

Boring and dull. Sure. But honestly that’s a pleasant change from the hustle of fame. No schedules to attend to, no guilt crippling up your spine. 

He’ll miss the yachts, and the stylists, and the modelling gigs… but he’ll survive. 

His sister on the other hand… 

Velvet has fallen quieter ever since their sentence started. Once she finally accepted that making scenes won't get them out. He hated seeing her helpless but Velvet made it clear none of his attempts to play therapist will help. Not even a little “you’ll get wrinkles from frowning that much” nor a little shimmy to the beat of their favourite songs. 

If anything, bringing up music made it worse. 

Which made sense… 

Veneer too wished it wouldn’t have ended this way. He wished it would have ended sooner, the ethical crimes at least. If Velvet listened and they tried practice maybe none of this was necessary. They could have just asked the troll to teach them to sing! 

On a rare night when Veneer felt courageous enough to speak up, he suggested just so. But Velvet burst out laughing like that was the best joke she’s heard all year and rolled her eyes. “Why bother asking if you can just take it?” 

Back then that was all it took. One word from her made Veneer bite his tongue and lower his head. Because she wasn’t that wrong was she—it was nice, all the wealth, all the positive attention. He wasn’t used to the latter. 

Veneer didn’t care about fame as it was, not until he tasted it at least. But who wouldn’t want attention? Who wouldn’t want the world to echo with praises to their name? 

That’s what she promised. 

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Suburb house and dentists for parents. Not a pitiful life by any means. It still felt lonely spending half of their lives in school among kids who looked down upon them. At least they have each other. 

And sometimes that meant vibe checks at 1AM on the bathroom floor doing each other’s make up. Veneer’s favourite sibling bonding activity.

This time however the vibes were off. Deep blue. Less vibrant navy. 

Veneer could barely hold back hiccups, still too shaken to let go of the earlier events of that day. They were worse that day. Harsher than usual. Or maybe Veneer was just tired, weakened from the nonstop pushing and pulling, to have let them push him that far into the corner. 

“Are you gonna let him boss you around forever? Haven’t I told him off? Want me to bite harder next time?” 

Veneer shivers at the memory. Velvet’s teeth sunk into that guy’s forearm was terrifying but for wholly different reasons than what’s been going down beforehand. Now that he looks back it’s almost funny. “Geez girl you’ll get yourself expelled if you keep that up…”

“Perfect auditions backstory—kicked out of school, all hopes shattered but the humble dream of a star!” Velvet mused. 

“You’d have to survive mom’s lecturing first though,” Veneer teased her. A scoff is all he got in response, and the room fell quiet again. They’ve gotten quite loud with their conversation. If they don’t want to be caught here and now, they should tone it down. 

(And Veneer really doesn’t want to be seen like this—with eyeshadows and green nail polish. It’s a look for his own delight. For Velvet, when they pretend to be celebrities while they brush their teeth. For himself, to feel pretty.)

“Must I go to school tomorrow?” 

“Unless you want to be the one lectured…” Velvet echoes his own warning. 

“I’ll just get teased again…” 

He reaches up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind his ear. Velvet stops him, slapping his hand away, waving her own hand as a reminder his polish is still wet. 

“What a drama queen. Like I won’t. Do you see me complaining?”

“Well… yeah. All the time.”

“Gah. Cause they’re just being awful,” she groans and rolls her eyes while her hand flies mindlessly into the air, sprinkling a few drops of nail polish onto the tiles. Mom will kill them if that leaves a stain. Velvet doesn’t notice. “But we’re better than them! We’re better—than anyone. We’ll make them see.” 

She always sounds so sure of herself, so ambitious. It’s something Veneer has a hard time pretending. He’s grateful to have a sister like her. Someone to help him stand up on his feet and push him forward. Even if he doesn’t always see or like where they’re headed. 

Everything is okay with Velvet there. She’s always there for him.

When the kids at school make fun of his love for dancing, Velvet’s there. Words sharp like razors but pointed away from him. 

When he comes home crying. And shuts himself in the bathroom because they still share a room even at fourteen and he doesn’t want a confrontation. There isn’t a no confrontation option when your sister is Velvet, though.

She’s here. 

On the cold tiled floor of their bathroom, in the nook furthest away from the door where she’d lured him out from underneath the sink. She’s not even complaining about interrupted beauty sleep. 

She grabs his chin with the hand that’s holding the brush, turning his head. Her eyes are intense for a moment, distant like she’s not even looking at him. And then she softens, leans back. Pats his cheeks for good measures before she returns to the task at hand. “Wrinkles. You don’t want them, Ven.”

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The world would see them and like them for a change. 

Veneer had to promise some things too: to stop crying at every mishap, to follow Velvet’s lead and never turn back. A compromise. 

First of many. Some more fair than the others. 

Guess there was a gradual change in attitude on her side throughout the years. Veneer wishes he would have noticed sooner. That he would have had it in himself to resist. But the truth is—he owes that part to someone else. 

They never asked for his name but Veneer thinks he caught it among all the chaos of that fateful Rage Dome performance. A troll named Floyd. Whom they have kidnapped, exploited, abused, and almost killed… Not proud of that one. 

Yet that little soft guy still spoke to Veneer’s heart in a moment of panic and desperation. Echoed words that were already there locked in the closet with everything else Veneer wasn’t ready to think about. Seeded a spark of hope. Not quite confidence, but close to it. 

How did a little guy like him see through Velvet better than her own brother…? 

Well he did spend months with them in the diamond prison. Must have heard enough. And he hadn’t known her at her best like Veneer did, so memories didn’t cloud his vision either. 

Who knows—maybe he had a sibling like her too and knew exactly what was going on. 

None of that matters anymore though. He did what he did. 

Veneer wonders if he’d have shared more wisdom, would they have had time. Would he have listened to him sooner. He almost regrets letting him free, but the keyword is almost. He looked so much happier hopping with his little friends than he was clawing at the perfume bottle walls. 

Too bad they got arrested right afterwards and Veneer hadn’t even had a proper chance to thank him. 

He hopes to meet him someday again. 

In better circumstances, but hopefully soon. 

[amazingmsme]

The Moderator and Monster are One in the Same

AN: I really enjoyed writing this, so I hope y'all enjoy! Thanks to the lovely anon who prompted this, I hope I did your idea justice! Not nearly enough castlevania love, & I hope to write more in the future! I'm obsessed with the thought of Trevor & Alucard being turned into a blushing, giggly mess. I just need these men to be wrecked carnally. But without further ado, please enjoy Sypha playfully hunting down her boyfriends to bully them!

Sypha had only been gone for a few minutes, maybe an hour tops. When she had left, things were fine! They were all getting along well enough, and she had even caught a glimpse of Trevor's rare smile when Alucard made a crude joke. So sue her if she thought they could be left alone together.

Because apparently they can't.

"Hey guys I'm back- whoa. What happened to you two?" she asked, gesturing back and forth between them. Her chipper tone immediately dropped into something more serious when she saw the way both men sat on opposite sides of the room, glaring daggers at each other.

"Why don't you ask him," Alucard spat, disdain dripping from his voice. Trevor prickled at his words, entire body tensing up.

"Me? You're the one who started it!" he snapped back, pointing at him accusingly.

"Well excuse me for getting defensive after you showed off your vampire trophies," he said, calm as ever, though Sypha could sense the rage boiling beneath his skin.

"I wasn't fucking showing off! I was digging through some old junk, I didn't know what all was in there," Trevor growled.

"Oh so a necklace of fangs is just some old junk to you? A mere trinket to gift children as a birthday gift-"

"Shut up! And for your information, we never saw this kind of stuff as kids! ...Not until we got older," Trevor added quietly, adverting his gaze.

"Right, that's when you'd come of age as real monster hunters. Bet you already had a mount picked out for the first vamp you'd murder."

Sypha was so shocked at the rate the fight had escalated, just from her simple question. She tried to interject, but each time she opened her mouth, she was cut off.

"Well that's a hell of an accusation!"

Alucard scoffed. "I don't hear you denying it."

Trevor blinked, caught off guard by his words. "You really think I'd do that?" Only Sypha caught the tinge of hurt laced in his words.

"Oh I don't know, the Belmonts seem more like a cult to me at this point. Brainwashing a child to do their bidding doesn't seem all that far fetched."

Trevor's hands balled into a fist. "Well fuck you too!" he yelled, taking a few steps closer to Alucard. "I never wanted any of this! You think I liked having that responsibility hanging over my head all my life?"

Alucard smirked. "Very much so, yes."

"Guys, cut it out!" Sypha managed to cut in, but was immediately talked over.

"You know nothing about me, or my family," Trevor said through gritted teeth.

"Oh I know quite a lot, actually. Based on how you fight, I'm honestly a little surprised they managed to kill any vampires. Even if they were twice as skilled as you, it's no wonder they were wiped out."

"THAT IS ENOUGH!" Sypha yelled over the heated argument, effectively shutting them up. "Seriously you guys, what the hell has gotten into you? I mean, you were fine when I left! Can we not have just one fucking day where you don't try and kill each other?" she scolded.

"Like I said, he started it," Trevor mumbled.

"That doesn't even matter at his point! You two were finally getting along, then I leave and you get into some stupid argument! You guys are honestly insufferable sometimes," she huffed, fingers running through her short hair. "I mean, would it kill you to be just a little bit nicer?"

"Yes."

"Oh absolutely."

"Oh no, none of that! What you said to each other was really fucked up, so I can only imagine what was said when I was gone." They both looked rather guilty, which told her all she needed to know. She crossed her arms, an unamused look firmly in place. "You're both gonna apologize," she demanded, to which they immediately protested. Sypha shushed them just as quickly.

"I mean it," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. They each mumbled a halfhearted apology, which was good enough for her.

"There, now was that so hard?" she asked, tone lighter. "Come on, I need help carrying a few things," she said, walking back out to their wagon where she'd bought a few supplies and food from the nearby market.

It seemed that even the small task of carrying in groceries turned into a pissing contest between the two where they tried to outdo the other by carrying the most bags in one go. As much as it annoyed her, she had to admit it was pretty funny to watch.

She expected things to simmer back down to normal after her return, but things still felt incredibly tense. The awkward silence stretched on for far to long and was only broken when she spoke up. They were in the kitchen preparing a stew for dinner, and the usual witty and playful banter between the three of them was nowhere to be found. Trevor and Alucard only addressed her specifically, intentionally going out of their way to ignore the other.

As she slid the last of the chopped vegetables into the pot, she came to a realization.

"Are you guys seriously giving each other the silent treatment? I mean, how old are you?"

"My mother taught me if you have nothing nice to say, say nothing at all," Alucard quipped.

"Oh that's rich coming from you," Trevor snarked back.

"Can you just stop bickering? The fate of the world is at stake and you two are fighting like an old married couple."

"Objection, that would imply that I actually like that pompous dick," Trevor teased. He hummed, looking him up and down. "Though now that you said it, he does look a bit like a house wife," he teased.

Alucard rolled his eyes. "Yes yes, and you look like a filthy slob of a husband," he shot back, falling back into their usual bickering instead of the mean spirited fight form a few hours ago.

Once the stew was ready and they filled their stomachs with warm hearty food, things had calmed down. Though Sypha could still sense Trevor's excessive moodiness and Alucard's quiet brooding. She breathed out a long sigh, grabbing their attention.

"What is it?" Trevor asked, arching a brow.

"I can't take this anymore! You two are supposed to have made up by now but you're still acting like pouting children!" she exclaimed, catching them off guard.

"I'm not pouting."

"Indeed, neither am I."

"Yes you are. But you have got to put aside your differences and contempt for each other if our plan is gonna work. So, I suggest some, team bonding, I guess you could call it."

Alucard let out an annoyed huff as Trevor leaned back in his chair with a loud groan.

"Not this shit again Sypha. Your icebreaker questions are dull and pointless, that we can agree on," he spoke up and Alucard nodded and hummed in agreement.

"No, this is a different kind of bonding. You see, if you spend all day acting like disgruntled children, I see no reason not to treat you as such," she spoke matter of factly and began pacing the floor in front of them. Trevor perked up in his chair, giving her a quizzical look.

"Eh? The hell's that supposed to mean?"

"You two are going to play a game where you're on the same team."

They both scoffed, but she continued. "Whether you like it or not, you're gonna have to start looking out for one another. Clearly you guys need some practice, so I thought I'd give you some incentive."

"What kind of incentive?" Trevor asked.

"Well, we'll be facing all kinds of monsters, so it's only fitting for you to help each other outrun one," she explained.

It was Alucard's turn to sigh. "What kind of monster got inside this time?" he questioned. It wouldn't be the first time a small demon managed to slip in through a broken window or cracked door.

"Oh no, there's no real monster," she was quick to assure.

"Then what "monster" will we be facing?" Trevor asked using air quotes. He took a sip of water, a bored expression on his face.

"Me! I-I mean, the most fearsome beast in all the land," she said, pitching her voice down an octave to try and appear intimidating. Trevor and Alucard locked eyes, a look confusion and amusement shared between them. "A common enemy to both of you I presume," she continued with the theatrics.

"Just get on with it," Trevor insisted.

"I am, sheesh! Keep that up and you'll really be in for it," she teased with a smirk. "Anyways, the rules are simple. You just have to stay out of the clutches of the ruthless tickle monster!" she growled, holding her hands up, fingers curled into claws and wiggling menacingly. Trevor stiffened while Alucard stifled a laugh.

"And that would be you?" he asked skeptically, fangs peaking out behind his smirk.

"Duh. Isn't it obvious?"

"I'm sorry, but you can't expect us to take this seriously," Trevor said, shifting in his seat. She flashed a smile and leaned in across the table he was seated at.

"Oh I'm hoping you don't. It's much more fun when you're already giggling in anticipation," she purred, relishing in the blush that spread beneath his stubble. "All you have to do is avoid getting captured. Should be easy," she said nonchalantly. She prided herself in being able to goad them into doing exactly what she wants.

"But remember! This is about teamwork, so you have to help each other!"

"Yeah, no. We're grown men, we're not playing along with your... silly little games. Right Alucard?" he asked, looking to his right for backup. But he was nowhere to be seen. "Alucard?"

Alucard was already running down the hall.

"Fucking coward," he mumbled, pushing his chair away from the table and stumbling to his feet, racing after him. "Wait for me you prick! We're supposed to stick together!"

Sypha cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted after them, "I'll give you a 15 second head start!" She let out an evil chuckle as she watched them round the corner. "This is gonna be fun." She counted aloud for them to hear before she began stalking slowly down the halls.

Trevor raced down the hall to catch up with Alucard. "Way to leave me behind back there!"

Alucard looked at him out of the corner of his eye and smirked. "Not my fault you wanted to stick around and chat. You really need to learn when it's best to just run. You do know what self preservation is, don't you?" he asked teasingly.

Trevor snorted and rolled his eyes. "Of course I do you ass," he said, softly shoving his shoulder. "I just. Thought she might be bluffing."

Alucard gave him a knowing look. "Oh really? You didn't just want to wait her out until she pounced?"

Their pace had slowed down to a brisk walk, but Trevor came to a halt, nearly tripping over his own feet. "I should offer you up as bait for that," he growled, looking away to hide his blush.

"Hm, can't say I'd mind all that much," he admitted. Trevor nearly gave himself whiplash with how fast he turned to look at him. "Oh don't look at me like that. I know you don't really hate it as much as you claim."

Trevor looked at him, mouth agape. "Wha- no I- I do not!" he stumbled over his words, making Alucard chuckle.

"Why so embarrassed?" he taunted, fangs glinting behind his smirk.

"I'm not embarrassed. A-and we need to get a move on, Sypha could creep up on us at any moment," he said, looking over his shoulders nervously.

"If she does, we can easily outrun her. Not that we want to," he boldly claimed.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," a new voice spoke up from behind.

"Sypha!" Trevor yelped, whipping around to face her. She was stalking down the hall with a downright evil grin on her face.

"Right, that's our cue to run." Alucard grabbed Trevor's hand and pulled him along as he flew down the hall. Trevor could barely keep up with his inhuman speed.

"What the hell happened to that cocky "I don't care if we get caught and tickled to death" attitude?" Trevor taunted from behind. It was Alucard's turn to blush.

"Hey I didn't say it like that!" he hissed. "But what fun is it without a chase?"

"Oh so you admit it's fun? In that case, might as well offer you up as bait." Alucard had no time to brace himself before Trevor pounced. They grappled for a few seconds as Sypha crept around the corner, ducking back behind it before they saw her. She quietly watched their playful scuffle, chuckling to herself. They needed this, especially after their fight.

Trevor grabbed him from behind, slipping his arms underneath Alucard's own and holding him still. Alucard squirmed around with a giddy smile on his face.

"Trevor you dick, lehehet me go!"

"Wow, laughing already? You really do make the perfect bait," he teased. He let a hand drift down to tease Alucard's waist, tweaking his hip. He yelped, a wobbly smile tugging at his lips.

"S-stohohop, we're supposed toho work together!" he playfully whined.

"We are! Can't remember the last time we got along so well!" Trevor taunted. "Now just laugh nice and loud to draw her out. Then, while she's busy with you, I can sneak up on her and we can turn the tables. How's that for teamwork?" he laid out his perfect plan all while digging his fingers into Alucard's armpits making him scream with laughter.

Sypha decided that was the perfect time to make herself known. "Oh that's a great idea. Except maybe next time, don't lay out your entire plan for the enemy to hear. And also, don't hang your partner out to dry," she said with a smirk. Trevor gasped and dropped Alucard like a sack of potatoes. Luckily he caught himself, standing to his feet and sporting a bright pink blush. Trevor's own cheeks matching the hue.

"Sypha! D-didn't know you were standing there," he said, a nervous smile plastered on his face as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"That was your mistake."

They stood there for a moment, just staring at each other. Then, Trevor and Alucard turned on their heels and took off down the hall.

Sypha decided that she had let them run long enough, she didn't want them to be too out of breath, after all, so she muttered a spell and sent a blast of energy in their direction, knocking them off their feet.

"Not fair, magic's totally cheating!" Trevor cried out as he rolled onto his back. He let out a startled yelp when he saw her standing over him.

"I'd argue that using poor Alucard as bait is cheating too," she taunted, squaring down to be at their level and even going as far as to cup Alucard's chin.

He slammed his chin against his neck instinctively, biting his lip to keep his giggles at bay. She noticed and smirked to herself, fluttering her fingers along his jawline. He snorted, the blush on his cheeks growing darker.

"Ihihit's his idehehea! Get hihihim!" he whined. Sypha smirked, dragging Trevor back by his ankle to be even with Alucard.

"Oh don't worry, he has what's coming to him," she taunted in an evil purr. "Don't you Treffy?" she asked, tracing the shell of his ear. He snickered and shook his head frantically.

"Sypha c-cut ihihit out!"

She cocked her head to the side quizzically. "Hm? Who's this Sypha you speak of? I'm the tickle monster! RAAAAH!" she screamed as she lunged forth, scribbling up Alucard's ribs with one hand while squeezing Trevor's sides with the other. They both let out loud, giggly shrieks, curling in on themselves and weakly batting at her hands.

Alucard was trying to roll onto his stomach, but that gave her free access to his back, which she took full advantage of. She scribbled up his spine, eliciting a loud squeal that gave way to helpless laughter. Meanwhile her right hand was busy drilling circles over Trevor's hip. A stream of deep, rumbly giggles flowed freely, only broken up by the occasional snort. He was more focused on shoving his face into the carpet than anything else, only caring about hiding his quickly reddening cheeks.

Sypha threw her head back with a loud, maniacal cackle, fingers flying from spot to spot and sending her friends further into hysterics.

"Aaaw I had no idea you guys were so ticklish! Now I know the perfect way to make sure you two behave," she taunted.

"Ihihi do behehehave!" Alucard insisted the same time Trevor growled, "You better nohohot!"

"Why am I hearing talking when I should be hearing helpless laughter?" she questioned. Alucard giggled nervously, curling in on himself at the threat. Trevor was blushing redder than a cherry and failed miserably at hiding the embarrassed chuckles that poured freely from his mouth.

She slipped her hand under Alucard's shirt and scribbled her long nails against his toned abs. He snorted and tried to push himself away, but she had him sufficiently pinned. Meanwhile she was counting her way up Trevor's ribs, earning a string of creative insults through howling laughter.

"Wow, who knew the vampire and the monster hunter were such ticklish dorks!" she taunted, sporting a wide grin. They responded in unison.

"Ihihi ahaham nohohot!"

"Ohoho fuck ohohohoff!"

"Oh don't be like that! After all, you're so cute when you let yourself laugh," she cooed, reaching down to squeeze Trevor's knees, leaving him kicking and fighting back hysterical laughter. Needless to say, it was a losing battle.

She looked over at Alucard and smirked. "You too Alucard," she purred, skittering up his side, pinching his lower ribs. He shrieked and bubbly giggles followed after.

"Dohohon't patronize mehehe!" he whined, arms flailing around uselessly to try and shove away her prying hands. She tossed her head back with a laugh and walked her fingers up his ribs, drawing out shrill giggles and snorts. She was having fun taking them apart, and she didn't bother hiding it.

"Me? Patronize you? Never," she teased, reaching over to scratch up and down his other side, giving the same treatment to the right side of his ribs. "If anything, I'm complimenting you!" she chirped, crawling her hands up higher until she dove for his underarm. He shrieked and fell victim to shrill hysterics.

"Wehehell quit ihihit!" Alucard giggled, managing to squirm away a few inches.

"Oh no you don't!" she cried as she drug him back by his ankles, which gave Trevor the opportunity to roll away. She easily pulled him back into her clutches, wrapping her arms around both of their waists. Her fingers set to work, digging into pudgy sides and squeezing sensitive hips. Trever doubled in on himself while Alucard twisted side to side, each bursting into loud, carefree cackles.

"Oh you poor, poor things. Far too ticklish for your own good, you didn't possibly think you could actually escape, did you?" she asked tauntingly, scratching just below Alucard's ribcage with her left hand while the right was busy vibrating against Trevor's soft abs. Both men were blushing a rather dark shade of red as their laughter rose in pitch and harmonized. They even started begging in unison.

"Y-you cahahan't dohoho this to mehehe!"

"Syphahaha please! Have mehehercy!"

She smirked as they continued to writhe and shriek beneath her hands. "Oh I'm sorry, I'm afraid your friend has been possessed. She won't be showing you mercy anytime soon," she teased, snorting in amusement at her own silly antics. She really cracked herself up at times.

"Ohoho cohome ohohon!" Trevor half screamed, half whined through his laughter. She looked down at them, taking in their giddy, limp forms draped over her arms and decided they might deserve just a little mercy. She giggled out a sigh, hugging them tighter to her chest. She enjoyed the nervous chuckles that escaped from Trevor's throat as well as the bubbly titters that slipped past Alucard's lips.

She leaned in to plant a kiss on each of their cheeks. "I guess you learned your lesson," she caved, poking their tummies to draw out a few more giggles before letting them go. They were both panting and had to lean against one another for support.

"Remind me what the point was? Other than just giving yourself an excuse to torment us," Alucard deadpanned, but his shy, lopsided smirk remained in place.

"Oh, so you need a refresher already?" she teased, snickering to herself when he helped and clung onto Trevor for protection, not so subtly using him as a human shield.

"N-no, I'm good!"

"Yup! Teamwork makes the dream work, help each other out, yadda yadda yadda," Trevor added for "clarification." Sypha grinned proudly.

"See? My methods are foolproof!" she boasted, throwing her arms around her friends' shoulders. "And don't you guys feel so much better after playing and having a good laugh?"

"Ah, so you did have ulterior motives," Alucard noted.

"You say that like it's a bad thing! You two would've been at each other's throats if it weren't for me," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "I would think a thank you would be in order."

Trevor scoffed, "Thank you? For that?" he asked incredulously.

"You're welcome Treffy!" she chirped, loving the way the blush returned to his stubbled cheeks.

"Not what I meant," he mumbled under his breath, letting out a disgruntled and embarrassed huff.

"Seriously though. I hope you guys realize how important you can be for each other, and how you need to rely on someone to have your back," she said, tone growing more serious.

"No, I get where you're coming from. Trevor and I can't let our petty squabbles interfere with a real fight," Alucard agreed. "Even if your methods are a little... odd."

She giggled softly and snuggled between them from where they all laid on the floor. "But the main lesson to learn from this, is that you guys aren't so different from each other. And you actually have fun together! At least when you let yourselves, and you aren't worried about centuries worth of family drama," she mildly chastised. They chuckled sheepishly, knowing she had a point.

"Noted. Play nice with each other, or else you'll tickle the shit out of us," Trevor taunted, still not taking the playful threat seriously despite the fact he had been screaming with laughter mere minutes ago.

"Shut up, I'm serious!" she whined, though she found herself giggling at his sassy remark.

"I am too," Trevor said, drawing the attention of both Sypha and Alucard. He cleared his throat, adverting his gaze to the ground. "Truth be told, I don't like fighting with you, Alucard."

Alucard perked up, shifting ever so closer. "No?" he questioned, voice soft.

"No, not really," he confirmed.

Alucard hummed, leaning on his arm for support. "Well that makes two of us." Now it was Trevor's turn to look at him.

"What?"

"I don't like fighting with you either. But, it just felt... normal to do so. Like, I'd be disrespecting my heritage if I was nice to you," he said, opening up for what felt like the first time.

Trevor nodded as he spoke, "Yeah, I get what you mean. I uh, honestly felt the same, now that you mention it."

Sypha looked between them, a happy smile etched onto her features. She reached out to grasp both of their hands. "Aw, isn't this nice?" she cooed, startling them out of their heart to heart. "See how easy it is to just talk to each other instead of screaming-"

"We get it Sypha!" Trevor groaned before giving a reluctant sigh. "I'll hand it to you; you were right this time. But don't just think you can get away with this," he said, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

She shrugged and blew him off. "Oh I really don't think I have anything to worry about," she said, snorting in amusement. She was completely oblivious to the way Alucard's own expression matched Trevor's look of mischief.

"I wouldn't be so sure," Alucard spoke up from behind. A chill crawled up her spine at the warning. "After all, we just had a lesson on the importance of teamwork. Isn't that right?"

Sypha gulped and bolted down the hall.

As it would turn out, Trevor and Alucard make a great team.

[butterfluffy]

“love letter”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· wherein y/n, a student of OP academy, received a love letter, but from who?

⠀⠀➧ fluff | law × gn!reader | route no. 2

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none! mistakes and swearing may be present, though.. so do ignore them, thanks!

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Fuck. You cursed, heart thumping loudly as soon as you recalled who is the sender of the love letter you had received, mind going crazy because—

It was no other than the cool nerd who barely gets sleep, Trafalgar Law. Your longtime crush.

“He... He reciprocated my feelings for him? Is he serious?” You muttered, swallowing the lump on your throat as you re-read the letter;

To Y/n,

This is Law, and I want to tell you something through this letter—I like you. You're the reason why I've been quite antsy recently, because I realized that I have feelings for you, so here's hoping that you like me back.

Yes. He is serious. But you can't help it but doubt the boy, thinking that he's messing around with you.

“I want to ask him if he's serious and not kidding with me, but.. What if he says that it's all a joke?” Overthinking, you shook your head, hoping that it'll clear your mind from being a mess.

“That'll hurt like hell... I don't wanna take the risk.” Sighing deeply, you decided to just head home to recollect your thoughts there.

Though to your surprise, he's there. Standing by the gates of your home with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Figured that you'd head here instead of going to me. So hello, Y/n-ya.” Law greets, a smirk forming on his face upon seeing you look at him with wide eyes, a blush taking over your face as you immediately hid his letter behind you.

“W..What are you doing in—in here, L-Law..!?” You stammered, stepping back a few steps, getting away from the raven-haired male who shrugged.

“You know that I'm here to talk about that letter you're hiding right now.” Pointing at the paper behind you, Law took a big step forward, standing in front of you.

“S-So what about the letter!? Are you here just to tell me that... That you're just messing with me!??” You blurt out causing Law to immediately frown, hand clasping your arm tightly.

“Look, Y/n-ya. Look at me and tell,” Getting you to look at him, Law took a long pause before continuing, “tell me, do I look like someone who does jokes?”

Squinting his eyes at you, Law expressed his seriousness. Clicking his tongue by the words you just blurted out.

“So?” Letting go of you, Law leaned on the wall behind him, waiting for you to reply. “..No, you don't look like someone who jokes around....”

“Now you get your answer. I'm serious about my feelings for you, so I gave that letter to let it out, and if you don't like me back, it's fine. I don't mind, it's your choice anyway.” Shaking his head, he then walked away as he waved his hands good-bye while you gasped.

“W..Wait, Law! I actually, uhm, I like you back...” You admit in a small voice, though your tone was enough to reach Law's ears, catching his attention from what you said.

“What? You do?” Asking you to confirm this, Law walked back beside you, airy chuckles escaping his lips upon seeing you nod.

“..I do, yeah. I like you back, I liked you for some time now...” Confessing your feelings to Law who got a smug look on his face, you silently screeched as soon as his face moved close to yours.

“Good, then shall we go out on a date, mhm?” Law inquires as you bashfully nod, now walking with him holding your hand discreetly, squeezing it as his heart thumped for you..

© butterfluffy 2022

[itsclydebitches]

Honestly they went out of the way to present Henry as someone who is incredibly sweet and well-adjusted to the point where I thought that he was maybe a bit too placid. An angelic little man, not one tantrum at all. I thought that maybe it will be a plot point! Maybe Henry is going to ask Ted to come back, because that is a powerful ending (especially if we are shown that Ted kept his connections with Richmond and hopes to come back someday, but right now Henry needs him). That WOULD be a sacrifice.

But in the final he didn’t sacrifice anything, because nobody asked him to come back. Like nobody. Michelle was not calling him saying “Ted, we need you here, Henry is in trouble”. Henry clearly loved Richmond and was not distressed about going back home (unlike Ted, who was distressed when Henry had to go home). Oh his mom told him to? No, his mom hurt him in retaliation for the fuck yous. Also at no point before was there a discussion about how close Henry and his granny are together. She did not seem to be close to them, it was more like she wasn’t and was lonely, but didn’t know how to approach Ted without the passive aggression.

Like!!! Sacrificing everything when you were not asked to do anything is a road to hell, where you suffer and also make other people suffer. “Look, I did this all for you” is bad parenting.

That's a good distinction, anon. Sacrificing, on a literal definition level, is to give something up for something else... but Ted did not make that choice on Henry's behalf. That was not a request Henry made of him and, if he had, that would have changed the ending IMMENSELY for me. It would have shown that he's struggling despite everything else we've seen arguing otherwise. It would have given Henry agency in a decision that was, supposedly, all about him. It would have reframed this choice as something undoubtedly beneficial for both him and Ted, even though it would still require Ted to make the sacrifice itself. An ending where Henry says, "Dad, please come home" and Ted leaves knowing he has the power to make Henry happy in a way he's explicitly requested, balanced out by a montage where they're both visiting London -- because seriously, if the kid can pop over frequently why can't the rich adult with actual ties there?? -- to show that Ted has found a balance that works for them both, even if it's not perfect... that's just a whole different conclusion from what we got.

Because yeah, Henry is kinda perfect. The point where, many a time, he felt more plot device than character to me and that severely undermines the base argument of "Henry needs his father in the U.S. clearly ANY child would be depressed and lashing out and crumbling without that in-person support." Henry is none of those things. He's sweet and well-adjusted and when he makes a big mistake (like the bullying) he immediately makes amends in a creative way without prompting, as a way to show how much of an influence Ted has had on him. He repeats his father's wisdom and holds no grudges (he doesn't care that the soccer game is West Ham) and when he's sad it's because of the reasons already given the green light by the story itself -- Ted is obsessing over Michelle moving on -- rather than his own conflicts: maybe bouncing between parents in different countries is hard. Henry is so happy and nice and well-adjusted that the fandom has had to reeeeeeaally stretch his minuscule flaws in an effort to justify the "Ted needs him" angle. "Look, he's failing science! Clearly Ted being away is weighing on him!" Right, because no kid in the history of ever has failed a class while both parents are living within driving distance...

Honestly, I've been on team "Henry seems fine with this arrangement?" ever since the Christmas episode where he ditches Ted over Zoom to go play with his new toys. It's not that this is abnormal; the normality of this interaction is precisely the point. Henry feels parented enough through whatever Ted has been doing across the pond that, like most kids, he's more interested in presents than holding tight to what might otherwise be a rare moment with his father. Ted is the one who stares sadly at the blank screen. As you say, Ted is the one struggling when Henry goes back, whereas Henry happily skips off, only looking back for a generic goodbye wave. Now add in Ted admitting to his mom that his fear is coming to terms with the fact that Henry will leave, not that he's done him damage by moving to London. Ted is the one who has consistently been shown needing his son, not the other way around (because Henry has Ted), but crucially it's been portrayed in a way that invites critical reflection. Will spending more time with Henry actually fix this? Or, far more likely, is this a result of Ted's anxiety, something he needs to address with a therapist, not bury it by moving back and telling himself, "I'm with Henry 24/7 now so clearly things are perfect :)"

There's simply no optimistic future in this ending for me unless we imagine a deliberate 180: Henry tells Ted he's fine if he works in London, the Richmond fam stage an intervention, etc. Because yeah, this comes across as bad for Ted and bad for Henry. He's finally back with his son? Great! Outside of a generic expectation for what makes a good father, based in traditional America values, that means incredibly little when Henry hasn't been shown to struggle with long-distance parenting. But a Ted who gives up all that without being asked? Who -- if he were anyone else other than near endlessly kind and forgiving -- might grow to resent this situation? Who isn't masking with happiness or genuinely happy, but is instead pushing people away, acting vacant, trying to smile and barely succeeding? Henry's going to have a hell of a time thriving with Ted struggling to this extent, crucially in a way he's no longer in a position to address: no more support system, he's already done his Grand Gesture of Change (London), and things are supposed to be perfect now that he's back with his son. So why would he ever need to fix anything? What even is there to fix? Henry is all he needs. Henry is all he ever needed. He realized that while being away, right? That was the problem, right? Because if not... what does that mean? What does that say about him? How can he possibly need more than his precious son, especially when his biggest fear is losing him?

That's a HELL of a question Ted needs to work though and... can't. Following the finale's course he feels trapped now and I haaaate it 🙃