#my hair was making me laugh i look grumpy heh

[weirdtenderlove]

word of the day: shawty

[venusianelf]

Gotham’s Angel

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Genre: Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, A bit of Found Family too

Summary: You and Jay have been friends forever and you two have both been secretly pining for each other for years. Who knew that all it took to get you two together was a meddling brother?

Warnings: Some swearing, Awkwardness?, One use of Y/n, Reader is gender-neutral

Word Count: ~1,100

A/N: This fic is based on The Wayne Family Adventures webtoon but should also be (mostly) accurate to comic book Jason. Let me know if you have any request ideas for Jason bc I am thoroughly obsessed with him right now lol. Anyways I hope you enjoy the fic!

You and Jason had been friends since childhood. You remembered his much younger face covered in dirt and scrapes as he stole food for you two. When Bruce adopted him they made sure to make it clear you were always welcome at the manor. It quickly became home to you as well. Since then many things have changed but Wayne Manor was still your home. Well secondarily to your own apartment.

“Mm, why’d you stop?” A grumpy Jason asked as you were brought back to reality. Looking down at Jason in your lap you realized you had stopped playing with his hair when you got caught up in your memories. “I was just reminiscing,” You chuckled as he hummed when you continued carding your fingers through his hair. “Oh, on what?” He inquired as you blushed a little and looked away. “Just on how good of a friend you’ve been over the years,” You replied as you felt his arms wrap around your waist and he buried his head in your stomach. 

“Nah, I think you’re the good friend here. But you won’t be if you stop playing with my hair again,” He huffed in mock annoyance as you chuckled. ‘Click’ you both heard as you looked over towards the door to see Dick holding up his phone obviously taking a picture. “Heh, the group chat is gonna love this,” He laughed as Jason quickly got off of you and tried to snatch Dick’s phone from him. “Nope, you’re gonna delete that right now or I swear I will-” He threatened before getting interrupted. “You’ll what?” Dick laughed as he dodged Jason’s attempts. 

You laughed to yourself as you watched them before going to check your phone. Seeing new messages in the Batfam group chat you realized Jason’s effort is useless as Dick already sent the picture. You feel your cheeks heat up as you read all the Aww’s and How cute’s from everyone. Although you began chuckling as you read Damian’s message, “What is he doing? Is this some sort of training exercise?” 

Later in the evening, you had curled yourself up in the library as you read your favorite book. Looking up when you hear a knock on the wall you see Dick again. “Hey there,” You call out with a smile as he smiles playfully at you. “Hey there yourself,” He responds as he takes a seat near you. “Soo, how come you didn’t join Jason’s cause earlier?” He teases as you huff at him before slipping your bookmark into the book, giving up on reading for now. “You know why goof,” You reply as he chuckles. “Do I now?” He asks with faux innocence. “I wanted to save the picture for myself, happy?” You answer as you feel your cheeks heat up once again.

“Oh? And why did you want to save the picture? It’s not like you don’t already have plenty of pictures of you two together,” He says as he continues his act. “Ugh, are you really going to make me say it?” You huff as you sink into your chair. “Yes, yes I am,” He chuckles as you groan and shove your face in your hands. “Because I have feelings for him and most of my pictures of us together aren’t as casual and intimate as that one,” You rush out quickly before hearing a thud. Looking over your shoulder your gaze lands on Jason in the doorway and then the book he dropped on the floor.

“Shit, um I should probably-” He mumbles as he tries to excuse himself before Dick starts laughing. “Ah, even I couldn’t have planned something so perfect,” He says amusedly as your face heats up from realizing what Jason must have heard. “Well this is my cue to leave, good luck you two,” Dick laughs as he pats Jason on the back before heading out. After Dick leaves you both stay in silence before he speaks up again, “I should go-” “Don’t,” You responded before cursing under your breath. ‘Now or never,’ you think to yourself before gesturing for him to come sit. He complies after picking up his book and setting it on one of the nearby tables. 

You both sit in silence for a moment before you look up and catch his gaze. He looks at you with an unreadable emotion as you steel yourself for the incoming rejection. “Did you mean it?” He asks as you tilt your head in confusion. “Yeah, of course. I- I’ve had feelings for you since we were kids living on the street,” You reply as his eyes widen. “That long?” He inquires as you shyly nod your head. “Wow, and here I thought I had no chance with you,” He laughs humourlessly as it’s your turn to be shocked. “What?” You ask as he looks back at you. “Y/n, I’ve loved you since we were kids too. I guess we were both just idiots who couldn’t tell we liked each other,” He chuckles as you smile. “I guess so,” You respond light-heartedly before he walks over to you. He offers you his hand and you take it a bit confused as he leads you over to the window. 

“Gotham, the city of many tragedies but also our home. Who knew such a horrible city could bring me someone so angelic?” He laughs as you blush. “I am not angelic,” You huff and look away from him out the window. “Well you’re my angel,” He replies lovingly as you feel his fingers brush under your chin before he gently turns your gaze back towards him. “I guess I won’t fight you on that,” You say as your gaze flickers from his eyes down to his lips. “I’m glad,” He responds as you both lean in and you can feel his warm breath on your face. 

Closing your eyes, you lean in further before your lips meet. The kiss is gentle and sweet but also impatient as you both makeup for lost time. Jason’s hand on your chin slides down to the back of your neck as he pulls you closer. Your hand lands on his chest as he deepens the kiss. Your hands begin to roam his body before you hear a familiar click. Pulling apart and looking towards the library’s entrance you see a smug dick holding his phone again. “Grayson!” You yell as Jason laughs. 

“You’re fucked bro,” He comments as you storm toward Dick as he gulps. Unlike earlier, you very easily grab his phone and delete the picture. Double checking you go to his text messages and see he already sent the picture to the group chat. “Oh you’re in for it now,” You chuckle gravely as you look up at Dick. “Uh oh,” He laughs nervously as you smile darkly at him. “Yeah, uh oh,” You respond as Jason leans against the window and smiles fondly at you. “That’s my angel,” He praises as you turn and wink at him before chasing Dick down the manor’s halls.

[saruman-the-silly]

Dancing in the rain

I got inspired for this because it was raining so bad today... heh anyway thank you for reading <3 beware of the badly done google translate Italian :D but hey, what's a ghost fic without some google translate Italian anyway?

tags: terzo x gn!reader, FLUFF, idk romance, just something short and sweet <3

word count: 596

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You were so late. Your alarm hadn't gone off and by the time you were fully awake, you realised that 1) You were very late for work and 2) it was raining so bad right now. You groaned, and jumped out of bed, hastily grabbing all of your stuff before running out the door.

Even though you had realised it was raining, you still forgot your umbrella at home. Great. You arrived at work, soaking wet and grumpy but then your phone beeped. You reached into your soaked pocket and looked to see a message from your boyfriend, Terzo. He was currently on tour, which was ending in a few days, but you missed him terribly.

"Cara mia, I cannot wait to hold you in my arms once again." Terzo had texted, and a smile rose to your face. Your work had mostly kept you busy, but returning home to a cold bed wasn't really one of your favourite things. With a sigh, you rolled your sleeves and got to work.

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The day had gone agonizingly slow. Everyone was just very grumpy due to the bad weather, and you just wanted to go home, curl up in your bed and sleep. With only 30 minutes of your shift left, you decided to head out for a small break. It was still raining, and the cold weather felt soothing when you stood by the door, sheltered from the rain.

"Never thought I'd see you enjoying the rain," you whipped your head around at the voice, only to meet the amused gaze of Terzo. Your mouth was hanging wide open when you tried to stutter out words.

"I- you- when- wha-" Terzo grinned and replied cheekily: "What, this is the response I get for coming home early?" You burst out laughing and jumped to his arms, squeezing tightly. He wrapped his arms tight around you, sighing contentedly and pressing his face to your hair.

After a few minutes, you pulled back to admire his handsome face. Terzo smiled, gently brushing a hair from your face.

"Dance with me?" You looked at the rain, and back at Terzo. "I've got to go back and finish my shif-" He silenced you with a kiss, and grinned while he pulled back.

"Ah but cara mia, do not worry for I already took care of it." He stepped back and offered you his hand.

"Now, will you allow me this dance?" Terzo smirked. You gladly took his hand, and he lead you into a slow waltz, while humming something gently. You smiled, and rested your head on his chest while he twirled you two around effortlessly.

"I really missed you." You whispered. Terzo kissed your forehead and replied: "Not a day went by when I wasn't thinking about you, tesoro."

He stopped swaying and gently lifted your chin, making you meet his loving gaze. "You are my everything, amore. Ti amo tanto, il mio cuore chiama il tuo nome." Both of you were soaked, but too caught up in the moment to notice. You were smiling at him, and he was grinning.

You cupped Terzos cheeks and captured his lips in a sweet kiss. He wrapped his arms tight around you and dipped you while deepening the kiss, making you burst out laughing. He grinned, pulled you up and twirled you around into another kiss, this time gently holding you by the waist. When Terzo broke the kiss, you sneezed.

".....We should probably head home now."

"Yeah." You sneezed again, making him snort and soon you were both laughing while walking home together holding hands.

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Thanks for reading <3

[hyperfixationcenter]

Sunshine ☀️

Tw: mentions of nsfw, little nsfw at the end >:)

(Authors note: my first actual post!, I know I haven’t done much to this page but I hope I can just post when I can, IM SUPER NERVOUS POSTING THIS- anyways enjoy!!)

The sunlight hits on your face as you wake up on the white sheets and a dizzy head of what happened last night. You rub your eyes and groan from the sun softly beaming down on you, is it already the morning? You try to roll out of bed but a strong arm catches you before you can feel the ground, it pulls you back in and you can feel someone kiss your head.

“Not so fast lil one” a voice mumbled in your hair, still holding you tightly. It was Robert kissing you and being surprisingly affectionate for someone so cold at first. You turn over and move your hair out of your face looking at him.

He gives a tiny smile and kisses you on your forehead “Rise n’ shine, sunshine” he chuckles and pats your head.

“Ugh..good morning Rob”

“So how’d you sleep?”

“It was okay, my back is a bit stiff”

“Heh I bet”

“Oh stop” I scoff and push him away

“Woah cmon, I know you had a fun time last night”

“Yeah but you don’t have to be smug about it”

Robert gives a hearty laugh and kisses your forehead again

“Okay I won’t, since my sunshine is feeling a bit grumpy” He softly pinches your cheek and laughs

“I just need a coffee right now…”

“I can get that for you” Robert stands up immediately and walks to the door

“But you gotta stay in the bed okay sunshine? I don’t want your legs giving out from what happened last night” he chuckles and gives a big smile

“Yeah, yeah I’ll stay here”

“Good, I’ll go get your coffee sunshine”

Robert turns around and goes to get your coffee, half a hour passes and the bedroom is peacefully quiet. You try to sit up a little bit and wait for Robert, a few more minutes pass and he comes back with not only coffee but some eggs and bacon, albeit the bacon is a bit burnt.

“Thank you Robert”

“Anything for my sunshine” He rubs your head and sits down on the bed

He sighs, his arms holding his head against the bed frame as he looks at you eating, just enjoying your presence.

“Your so damn pretty” He speaks confidently

You stiffen a little not expecting for him to have said that

“Uh thanks”

“Did that make you uncomfortable?” He looks at you kinda scared

“Robert we just did the devils tango last night and you’re concerned about calling me pretty?”

“Haha sorry, just thought you didn’t liked being called that”

“I don’t mind at all Robert”

“Well then come here, pretty thing”

He pulls you into a passionate kiss and you hug him, he hugs you back and groans a little from being closer to you. You felt a pressure on your thigh and look down to his erection.

“Really?”

“I didn’t say you’re pretty for nothing.”

Robert pulls you back in as he pushes your back onto the bed for a second round, making sure his little sunshine stays where they belong, in bed.

[razieltwelve]

Dreams (Final Rose)

“What do you dream about great-great-grandma?” the little girl asked.

The blue-eyed woman chuckled. Her hair, which had once been dark and spiky, was mostly white and far more subdued. “Don’t call me that. It makes me feel old.”

The girl giggled. “What should I call you then?”

“Call me Granny Version 3. That sounds about right.”

“Granny Version 3? That sounds weird.” The girl cackled. “How about Granny Sr Sr?”

“Hah! That’s not bad either. I’ll allow it.” The old woman lifted the girl onto her lap. A smile crossed her lips as the girl’s dark, spiky hair almost poked her in the eye. “What did you ask me again?”

The girl pouted. “I asked you what you dream about.”

“Well, I dream about a lot of things.” The old, old woman pretended to rub her chin before rubbing the girl’s head like a Magic 8 Ball until the girl huffed and turned to scowl.

“Hey! I’ll go bald if you keep rubbing my head like that!”

“Bald? With your Semblance? At your age? Not a chance!” The old woman snickered. “But I really do dream about a lot of things. Sometimes, I dream about cake. Sometimes, I dream about cartoons. Sometimes, I dream about what I did when I was younger or what I’ll do when I’m older.”

The little girl looked positively astounded at the mere thought of her great-great-grandmother somehow getting any older. “You can get older?”

“Brat.” The old woman poked the girl in the cheek with one finger. “Of course, I can get older! I might seem ancient to you, but I’ve still got a few good years left in me.”

The girl’s eyes narrowed for a moment, and then she threw her arms around Granny Sr Sr. “Good. I’d be sad if you’re gone.”

“Well, don’t worry. I’ll stick around long enough to see you have kids of your own. Then I can spoil them rotten and give them heaps of sugar and laugh when you have to chase after them.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

They sat there in silence for a while, just watching the waves wash against the shore.

“Hey, great-great-grandma -”

The old woman cleared her throat.

“I mean Grandma Sr Sr.”

“Better.”

“What’s your favourite dream?”

“My favourite dream?” the old woman murmured. “Hmm... you weren’t born on Remnant and you haven’t left this planet yet, but there’s a place I love to dream about.”

“Where is it?”

“It’s on Remnant.” The old woman’s voice was soft and filled with longing, and if there was a hint of tears in her eyes, the little girl understood enough to say nothing about it. “It’s a house with a big tree in the front yard. There’s a big rock out there too, the kind a snake would love to bask on.” The old woman chuckled. “It doesn’t look that different from a lot of the other houses in the neighbourhood, but if you watch it closely, you’ll notice that all the squirrels, geese, and raccoons like to hangout there.”

“It sounds pretty cool,” the girl said.

“It was the coolest.” The old woman grinned. “It really was.” She paused. “And in that house there are five people, well, seven if you count the world’s friendliest snake and an angry chocobo. In my dreams, those people live together, and they’re so happy, and no one ever has to leave or say goodbye. They just live there together, and everything is perfect and it goes on that way forever and ever and ever. Two of the people there are kind of grumpy, and one of them is always complaining about how spiky my hair is and how I need to stop clinging to her. Other people might think she’s mad, but I know better. I always know better. Because she knows exactly who I am, and I know exactly who she is, and she’s been there for as long as I can remember.”

“...” The little girl held her great-great-grandma’s hand. It was shaking.

“One day, I’ll see them all again, and it won’t be in my dreams.” The old woman smiled and pressed a kiss to the little girl’s forehead. “But not yet. I promised I’d stick around until you had kids of your own.”

“You did,” the girl insisted. “And you better not break your promise.”

“Heh. I never break my promises, twerp.”

They got up and began to walk along the beach, hand in hand.

“Hey, Granny Sr Sr,” the girl said. “Am I... am I named after that person from your dream?”

“Yes,” Diana said.

“Do you think she’d like me?”

“Averia, I think my sister would absolutely adore you.”

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Author’s Notes

Keep in mind that Diana outlived everyone from her generation, the previous generation, and pretty much the next generation too. Like Vanille, she reached a truly impressive age.

This particular snippet was partially inspired by a dream that I had years and years ago. I lived an entire lifetime in that dream. I grew up, went to school, attended university, got married, and I even had kids. And then I woke up.

Yeah. That was a weird, weird experience. I’d find myself looking around for people who I knew didn’t exist or wondering what someone who wasn’t real would think about something. It’s the strangest feeling.

[riewiggles]

A Few Cute Kannao Headcanons that I Want to Base off me and my BF

Kanji LOVES Kirby and anything Kirby.

Kanji has those mood octopuses that you can flip upside down when you're happy or sad. He loves it very much. When Naoto comes back from a long day and is grumpy, he flips it to the grumpy octopus because he jokes and says it looks like Naoto.

Kanji tends to get lost in the store...

A lot.

I mean a lot.

He looks like a lost kid when he does and 👉👈

Naoto occasionally gets gremlin zoomies if they drink too much caffeine. They turn into a mountain goat and start craving attention all of a sudden, climbing all over Kanji. He just chuckles at it and is like "Heh. Ya gremlin."

Naoto drools in their sleep. They also sleep on their stomach, and when they cuddle with Kanji, his shirt ends up soaked from drool. Also somehow Naoto's hair looks even more shaggy than it did before the dimension-hopping nap.

Kanji finds the idea of getting Vladimir-d to be the best thing ever and does it himself. Naoto does his makeup. He looks flawless as an uwu e-girl and goes on chat sites just to mess with people. When he flexes and random creepers disconnect they both die laughing.

Naoto gets into the IT Discord quite late and when they are exposed to memes, they will sometimes just randomly blurt that meme out out of nowhere. Like thinking it out loud. At first Kanji is like "wtf" and he soon goes along with it.

Kanji can do an on-point Hank Hill impression and messes with Yosuke, annoying him when they play something. Yu revels in the fueled anger of his partner and eggs Kanji on.

Naoto falls into the rabbit hole of "AITA" stories on reddit after a long day of work and they’re laying in bed waiting to fall asleep. Blame Rise for sharing the videos of them with the mobile game plays and AI voice over.

Kanji wants to take EVERY. ANIMAL. HOME.

FERRETS, RABBITS, RATS, BIRBS-

Naoto has to make sure they are far away from an animal shelter.

Kanji had a dream once that he went to adopt a dog but came home with a horse.

Might add more but I'm having a hard day and I love my bf and our shenanigans so I wanted to throw this together.

[illadvisedselfships]

I come into your inbox bearing one free ticket 🎫 to gush over any f/o of choice :3 (or all of them if you prefer as well~)

I ACTUALLY HAVE L I S T S. ON MY NOTES APP XD LET ME JUST GO AND REFRESH MYSELF XD Haha. Gushing commences down below XD

Cruella De Vil (SPECIFCALLY 1996)- The only person real or fictional I would ever marry!

First of all I just love the way she talks! She uses words like 'squander' and 'sycophant' and aghh I love it. And this quote??- 'More good women have been lost to marriage then to war, famine, disease and disaster'. This is the line that first got me interested in her. Like... its extreme (Of course women can be married and still be powerful and amazing as hell) but there is truth to it and I love a mean old woman who's not afraid at all to say it.

Her HAIR. Its just perfect!! It looks so soft and fluffy and? the colour and the volume?? How??? It is iconic and I love drawing it, looking at it, thinking about playing with it... XD Its just great, alright?

How sorry she was about Anita's pregnancy 😅😅😅 Babe same. I've said it before and I'll say it again, if I got pregnant I would want people to respond the same way 😅😅😅 That's just personal thing, of course, I know most people would be happy to be with baby and wish to be congratulated but hey- that's why she's my f/o XD

I'm oddly obsessed with the sound her teeth make on her cigarette stick??? XDD Its just- I don't know. One of those things that's kinda satisfying for me ! 😂

Red. Lipstick.

She doesn't pull punches and I love writing for characters like that ^^ You get what you see with her.

Jim Bickerman- My main F/O!!

Alright first of all- I just feel like he's a perfect combination of all the kinds of characters I like! XD 1. Sleaze, 2. Crazy old man 3. Antagonist.

The f l a n n e l s. I-

Its just-

They look so good that's all I'm gonna say XD

A small detail I noticed that I like?? He has band aids on his fingers in Final Chapter. And I just wonder if, behind the scenes, the costume designer decided Jim was accident prone and constantly covered in band aids or if that was an Englund add XD Either way I just think its neat for a low budget campy creature feature sequel XD

Messy beard.

OKAY BUT?? HIS TALKING?? The line 'Come to Daddy you little bitch'?? That wry chuckle and 'Heh, whadaya mean?' all-too-innocent after someone asks him where the hell he's taking them?? Using 'clicks' as a measurement of distance? 💙 The fact that he calls himself a 'greedy old fart' as well as a 'cripple'? 😅

HE HAS REDEEMABLE QUALITIES. WHICH IS A NEW ONE FOR ME XD He respects his mother ('Mrs Bickerman wasnt a very good housekeeper' // 'Hey. That's no way to talk about the dead, son'), he is apparently against stealing (When a woman in Vs Anaconda suggests they take a boat he's very serious in telling her that doesn't belong to us), yes he was very creepy with that one girl in Final Chapter but he did not go to touch her at all which I think is pretty good compared to some other Englund characters 😅 as well as other F/O's of mine (Past or present), he was semi-nice to Max, etc.

His reaction to getting a gun pulled on him will never not be my favourite XD Like 'oh for gods sake, this again?'. And- you can see- he is almost laughing!

Also- I BET he could build a campfire. And that?? I don't know why but??? That is TOP TIER for me. I just-... oooffffffffffffffffffffff. Just 👌 Haha XD Where did my underwear go??-

Otis B Driftwood: I dunno, he's just... very comforting to me??? Ahhhhhhh.

I think its been very well established by now I love characters that don't hold back. They're brutally honest- usually in a mean, cruel way. Cruella De Vil is one, Slenderman is another, and Otis is one too. Maybe I just like that I always have that option?; not the killing or being mean obviously, but that just being grumpy instead of forcing a smile on is there as choice if I need it. I used to go into a 'Slenderman persona' when I had an oral presentation in school?? 😂😂😂 Which just means I was able to be still. I wasn't worried about what anyone else thought cuz who cares what they think, 'I hate them all anyway' (Which was of course not true, it was just apart of the 'persona' 😅). Otis is a riff off of that time in my life, I think XD 😅 When I'm having a bad day nowadays and I'm still forced to be out and about I might start thinking a bit snarky like him 😅😅😅 I know, I have some off defense mechanisms.

ANYWAY- he's absolutely rot incarnate and that is why you watch the movies XD He's a like a train wreck. You cant look away.

HIS SPEECHES!! Oh my lord. I love that that's how we were introduced to him- with him ranting to some kidnapped teenagers about a 'conformist world' and 'this culture of mechanical reproductions'. Ohhhhh boy XD

Somehow?? He seems to get... healthier?? With age??? What is this Benjamin Button nonsense?? XDD He has definitely made a deal with the devil.

He looks so cuddly in his overalls in the 3rd movie 😂😂😂 And he has no right!-

Just the fact that when one guy, Virgil, was worried if he went and broke Otis' sister out of prison as per Otis demand then she would kill him (Virgil), Otis was like *sigh* 'okay, I'll write you a note.'. Like a parent saying his kid doesn't have to do P.E today??? XDD

Professor Callahan (SPECIFICALLY THEMICHAEL RUPERT MUSICAL VERSION.):

He. SINGS. Whoever said musical theatre kids aren't hot have clearly not seen what they can turn into. Goddamn.

His voice in general ahhhhhhhhh. I wanted him to degrade me at first, admittedly XDD But now I want praise. And degradation actually. BOTH! And its not the actors real voice, either, I saw a video on Tik Tok of Rupert and he was talking completely different- then at the end abruptly PUT ON HIS CALLAHAN VOICE FOR A LAST LINE and ohhh BOY I was finished. XD

Oh my goodness, he yanked my dormant teacher/professor kink back to life by its ankles!-

That was my first kink and honestly I'm pleased to see it back 😂😂

The fact that they made the character so much worse in the musical??? Like in the movie (Victor Garber ver.) he's kind of likeable at the start, making a joke or two to release the tension in his classroom- but THIS version is like crush grandma so we can get laid IMMEDIATELY!! G o d. I love villains. And he is a classic case of no-holds-barred, black and white, Disney Villain-esque, walks-off-chuckling bastardry and I love it.

'Or is that unfair?- OH WAIT, I don't care'.

Ahhh!, his face after he sniffs Elle's resume!! Its so cute I love it XD

This outfit:

[lavenderboneswrites]

Caramel

Day 1: Fake Dating / Jealousy / Drunken Confessions

Summary: Sometimes a family is two gay dads and their two black cats watching the Great British-Bake Off.

Warnings/Tags: No Warnings Apply, rated T for some swearing, established Shizaya, domestic shizaya, tooth-rotting fluff, shizuo and izaya are gay and in love and have two cats

AO3

@shizayasweek

“Oh my god! What have I done?”

Izaya has long since tuned out his beloved Great British Bake-Off television series. Instead, he is throwing not so subtle looks Shizuo’s way.

The beast is looking beyond domestic. Donned in grey sweats and a loose sleep shirt with some stupid cartoon dog on it, he is snuggled up in the corner of Izaya’s sectional sofa.

Izaya does not begrudge his boyfriend being so comfortable and at ease. Actually, such a sight was quite welcome. No, what really pissed him off was the two purring deserters currently on Shizuo’s lap.

“That’s not how you fucking temper chocolate…” Shizuo mutters under his breath, hand absentmindedly scratching Beans’ behind the ear.

Izaya glares as the black cat turns her head, ears going into aeroplane mode as she enjoys his scritches.

Not to be outdone, Sprouts twists like a baguette in Shizuo’s lap, showing off her tummy and moving her head to shove it into Shizuo’s hand.

Unacceptable.

“Pspspsps.”

Shizuo and the cats perk up at the noise, all three heads swinging in Izaya’s direction.

“Come on kitties … come to Papa.” Izaya pats his lap enthusiastically and is met with two equally unimpressed looks from striking green eyes.

Shizuo smirks.

“Heh …”

Izaya’s eyes narrow, venom on his lips as Shizuo laughs at him.

“Don’t be jealous, louse … I can’t help it they love me more than you.”

“This is unacceptable … they are my cats!”

Izaya crosses his arms, slumping into the plush backrest of the couch with a ‘humph’ noise.

“You don’t even live here … traitors, the lot of you.”

“Sheesh.”

Sprouts and Beans are unceremoniously swept under an arm each as Shizuo stands up. They look as grumpy as Izaya, being moved from their slumber oh so rudely.

Izaya’s pout remains at his lips, eyes moving to look up as Shizuo approaches his seat with his own damn cats.

His lips twitch, trying not to feel any kind of amusement at that stupid Pompompurin shirt now at his eye-line.

Without any fanfare, Shizuo deposits the two cats onto Izaya’s lap.

“Ow!” Claws immediately dig into his thighs as the traitors’ land and Izaya’s arms go around the squirming black blobs. “Don’t just drop them!”

“They land on their feet, don’t they?” Shizuo slumps back onto the couch next to him.

Both Sprouts and Beans leave Izaya’s lap almost immediately, not appreciating being moved around like luggage or Izaya's squirming.

“Unlike a certain monster,” -Izaya snuggles into Shizuo’s side, “I’m not immune to their little demon claws.”

“They’re not demons, they’re all baby.”

Izaya grumbles very maturely, not admitting just how warm and cosy it is snuggling into Shizuo. It must be why his traitorous cats loved Shizuo so much more, the man was like a damn furnace twenty-four seven.

His boyfriend puts an arm around him, pulling him in closer and Izaya sinks into that familiar warmth.

“You know, I practically live here anyway.”

“Hmm … is that Shizu-chan’s way of asking if he can move in?” Izaya turns his head up to send a toothy grin Shizuo’s way.

It’s utterly endearing, that Izaya can still make his boyfriend blush like a young maiden after so long.

“Fuck off … what dumbass would be crazy enough to want to live with a louse like you?”

Izaya snickers. “Oh I don’t know, maybe the dumbass currently on my couch, watching my TV and stealing the affections of my cats?”

Shizuo huffs a chuckle, the sound of if brushing through Izaya’s hair as he squeezes him a little bit tighter.

“Sounds like a right idiot this guy.”

“He is astonishingly stupid, you’re right … though, not bad on the eyes; a killer ass too.”

“Hah, hah, you’re fucking hilarious.”

“And yet you can’t wait to live with me?”

“I take it back.”

“Eh?! No take-backsies! Not in this house.”

It’s only a few minutes before Beans and Sprouts deem it safe to return to the couch. They head straight for Shizuo’s lap, seemingly pleased that it has now expanded to include Izaya’s so they can probably fit while curling up together.

“See,” Shizuo says as Izaya scratches underneath Sprouts’ chin. “They love you.”

Izaya makes a derisive noise at that.

“As they should … I’m a fucking delight.”

Shizuo snorts at that, nuzzling into Izaya’s hair before whispering into his ear.

“I love you too, flea.”

Izaya tries to fight down the heat rising to his cheeks as Shizuo presses a quick kiss to his head.

He certainly couldn’t blame his cats for their betrayal.

[thatyamiguy-blog]

Little Beast (DC)

Garfield Logan groaned as he woke up. it was a stupid bright sunny morning, which was a OK thing on the weekend, but it just rammed in the fact for the teen that he was going to be wasting anther day at high school while the world was clearly telling me to come out and enjoy it. Still, there's wasn't anything the shorty could do about it so trying to shake off the grumpiness he sat up in his bed and rubbed the sleepiness out of them before hauling himself up and hanging onto the edges of the crib bars that surrounded his 'bed'. Like most boys his age Logan had stopped wearing PJ's to bed and instead wore just a white t-top and his undies. However unlike most boys in his age group his underwear of choice wasn't boxers or briefs, it was a thick bulky diaper with a nursery print on it, that pushed his legs apart and drooped badly as he yawned and looked over to the baby monitor. "I'm awake, and I need a change." He called out, running a hand though his hair and hoping that it would be Tank who came and got him, not Mike.

Ever since that day he'd gone and eaten that super hot pepper, Gar who had been aiming for the nick name of Beast boy, had ended up crapping his pants and just couldn't seem to stop. he had the nick name of Beast baby now, though if his classmates only knew how true that was they'd of been shocked (or laughing their butts off) As far as anyone at school knew Gar was back out of diapers after a week of being a smelly little guy, but in truth not only was he still into the 24/7, his Boyfriend had decided to go all out and make him a big baby. That meant thick massive diapers at home, cribs and playpen, and of course lots and lots of baby bottles. Gar hadn't been thrilled about it at first but since it was pointed out the apartment him and Tank shared was in tank's name and tanks parents were paying for it, his only choice was to do as 'daddy' said, or move back home. Still that hadn't made the next step in their relationship any easier, with tank deciding that since beast boy was just his widdle guy, he couldn't get/take the savage poundings tank used to give his little boy toys back door anymore and had gone and hooked up with one of Gar's old bullies Mike. To say Mike found Gar's permanent babyhood amusing was a understatement, though Gar tried his best to make sure most of his smelly diaper changes were handled by his new 'daddy' as revenge, something Mike hated to do.

Cuddling in their sleep in the master bedroom down the hall, Mike and Tank groaned as Gar's voice came over the baby monitor. gar might of been hella cute and adorable, and most of the time Tank loved looking after his little guy, but that didn't make changing a shitty diaper before your first cup of coffee in the morning any easier. "It's your turn." Both of the bigger and stronger boys said in unison, and then both laughed. "No way. I changed him before bed last night after you had the brilliant idea to make tacos for supper." Mike said, rolling over and looking tank in the eyes. "and I handled changing his diaper in the middle of the night when he almost had a blow out. so it's YOUR turn." Tank said and broke into a big grin. "..Your the one that made him a big baby! so clearly-" "Mike?" "yeah?" "If you ever want anymore of my amazing dick, go and change the baby. and remind him it's a staff holiday today." Tank said and rolled over, smirking as mike pouty. "..Your fucking lucky your dick is amazing." Mike finally grumbled, sliding out of bed in only his boxers. "mmmmhmm.. and if gar wants to say up, you can keep a eye on him." Tank called. "...you better be fucking me stupid later." Mike huffed and stormed out of the room. "heh..like that was ever in doubt."

Mike tried to prepare himself mentally as he walked to the nursery. gar was pretty cute most of the time and the power rush that came from making a 18 year old high school senior into a big baby really made the fact he was cucking gar even better but..well. there was just no two away around it, the big baby was freaking toxic.Mike who had done a internship at a dumpster for a class project, and well shared a locker room with a bunch of other sweaty smelly boys, still rated Gar's shitty diapers as hands down the worse thing he had ever smelled and briefly toyed with the idea of just going in long enough to turn off the baby monitor and come back to bed. then memories of the last time he'd let gar get a diaper rash came back and Mike subconsciously rubbed his butt.  the little brat had even gotten to watch while tank gave him the spanking of a life time and put Mike on time out in the corner, though thankfully gar's idea of diapering Mike too had gone unheeded. Not wanting to push his luck and end up sharing a crib with gar, Mike savored the clean air outside of the nursery then opened the door and started to walk in.

Gar pouted a little as stupid Mike came in, but then gave a impish grin as the bigger boys eyes started to water almost right away. "Oh my god!" Mike cried out, a hand covering his nose and Gar giggled in delight. "Pffft light weight, I smelled wayyy worse when daddy changed me." he teased and then since it was gonna be Mike changing him, he patted his butt a few times then waved a hand by it. this would make the smell worse, and send it towards him, while almost making clean up just that little bit harder on poor mike. Now, with most people who changed gar (well OK, it was Tank, mike, his parents and some one shot baby sitters) Garfield tried to be good as gold and not make the clean up take any longer then it needed. But when it came to Mike who was you know, fucking his boyfriend, gar had decided a stinky diaper torture tax was needed. "I swear to god, I'm gonna start putting a plug in your ass at night." Mike groaned, almost gagging then making his way over to the crib. "mmmhmmm. and then when I unleash a massive build up super poopie that you then have to change, that will be better how? Plusssss you heard daddy, I'm too sweet and pure for stuff stuck up mah butt!" Gar giggled. "Sweet and pure my ASS!" Mike groaned. getting the side of the crib down, Mike waited for beast boy to get down on his own, something he would of normally done buttt since he was feeling a little bratty today he held his arms out instead for uppies. "what are you..oh of course." mike groaned, picking gar up under his arm pits and holding him out from his as much as he could and wincing. "Hehehehe Come on 'daddy'..we hafa hurry this up so we can get to school." the 18 year old giggled. "Ugh.. it's a staff day doofus, remember? Let's just get this over with so i can put you back to bed." "oh yeah! I forgot about that...Awesome possum! that means we can go out to the park and play!" Gar said getting excited and stuck his touge out as mike plopped him on his squishy rear onto the changing table. "And two things: I don't wanna go back to bed, I wanna go and play...and you know you just made this diaper change even harder on yourself right?" Gar asked and giggled. "...Damn it!"

With the dirty deed done, Mike triple diapered Gar in a attempt to make the little diaper dork wanna stay inside for at least awhile as he didn't have the energy to get him ready for the park. Gar of course wasn't to happy but Tank had made it clear to him that his opinion how how thick or how many of his diapers he had put on him didn't matter unless he wanted to start wiping his own poopie butt. Since Gar wasn't the biggest fan in the world on his dirty diapers anyways aside from using them to torment Mike, he conceded the point but still found himself waddling like a toddler learning to walk as Mike lead the way to the breakfast table. (with gar being such a messy eater since babies didn't really get a fork or spoon and he had to use his hands, Tank and Mike had taken to putting him in just his diapers while he ate.) Getting Gar in his light green high chair (which they had made in wood shop as a joke, or so they'd told everyone) Mike went and got a bowl of cheerios for Gar with some apple slices for him to munch on, and a big baby bottle filled with a mix of baby formula and pablum in it to help keep the little guy full. unsurprisingly, Gar who tended to get bored during breakfast since tank had a no TV at the table rule ended up making a bit of a mess when he tried to see if he could make applesauce by crushing the apple apples in his hands. "you know, for someone who says he could be a big boy.." mike teased while using a wash cloth on Gar's hands, face and chest. "I'm high maintenance and demand to be amused!" Gar giggled and blew a raspberry. "You know, when you don't smell like shit you're a cutie." Mike chuckled. "witch please, I'm ALWAYS cute!" the smaller boy said knowing while Mike didn't care of he swore or not, one never knew when tank would just pop up and then gar would be blowing soap bubble for a hour.

After getting gar cleaned up and a quick diaper check (Gar of course knew when he went, most of the time, but had been told not to say anything unless he started to get itchy so Mike and Tank could be like proper daddies and give him bum checks) Mike tugged on a green with purple trim on the sleeves, bottom and neck barney t-shirt on Gar and then added a pair of striped green and purple socks before taking him to the living room, and mostly picked that outfit because he knew how over barney Gar was. "Gahhh, How many times do I have to tell you and tank? Paw patrol is where it's at these days! it's like you trying to make me a laughing stock on the play ground!" Gar huffed. "..right because the fact you in diapers and the like means your Mr. cool." Mike said deadpan. "Well..uh..with the little kids i hang out with..they think I'm super cool and stuff so.." gar said, blushing badly and squirming. "or they did till they told me how lame barney is!" "mmmhmm..well when you outgrow all of your barney stuff or come up with the money to cover replacing all of it. then you can choose. it's not me o r Mike's fault you begged and whined for a barney themed birthday party and got all this stuff." "..Your such a butt hole sometimes!" Gar huffed and stomped away as best he could in his massive diapers, turning on the tv and putting it on the preschool channel. "and how will I ever recover from such a savage verbal beat down." Mike chuckled softly, grabbing his tablet and plopping on the couch, bringing up YouTube. "Move back from the TV some diaper boy, or your gonna need coke bottle glasses." Gar turned around and blew a raspberry at Mike, but as he did a muffled fart came out of his bottom and he blushed badly again. "heh, awww, in stereo!" Mike teased.

Tank only slept in for anther hour or so, and when he walked out, dressed he shook his head a little and smirked as Mike had apparently gone back to sleep on the couch. Gar and Mike, who he knew didn't exactly always get along, must of had a anther semi little fight because as tank looked on, semi hidden by a corner and with gar more giggling and smirking, the little guy had gone over and had his diaper butt a inch at most away from Mike's face and was staining to fart or mess himself. "hehehehe I'll show you who's cool!" Gar said softly, a impish grin on his face when he wasn't staining. "Garfield  Mark Logan, would you like to explain what your doing?" Tank asked, his voice loud enough to make Gar jump and while not intended, wake up Mike who went to sit up. and went face first into gar's diaper butt, knocking the big baby off balance and sending Mike back onto the couch, and gar who was struggling to keep from falling fell backward, butt on Mike's face as he let out a muffled but loud fear poot "D-Daddy! I uh..er.." gar stammered and gulped. "-sigh- Sweetie get off of mike's face and come over here, i think we need to have anther little talk about manners."

one shower for mike later (and several tooth brushing as he claimed he could still taste gar's funk in his mouth)  Mike came out to find Gar sitting in his high chair, and writing out lines on a piece of paper with a crayon. "heh, soo actually punishing him for a change i see." Mike said, smirking. "Actually from what i understand, you were a bit of a butt yourself this morning." Tank said. "...I changed his shitty diaper and got him semi dressed!" "and teased him about the barney stuff when I know he had paw patrol stuff clean. admit it, you were trying to rile him up." Tank said, arms folded. "Noooo I uh just..well see.." mike huffed and suddenly got a little worried for the safety of his buns. Leading Mike over, with Mike now in a pair of jeans and a beater, he was sat down at the table too, and gar looked up and giggled, then went back to work. Looking over Mike saw that gar was writing out 'I will not try and fart on peoples faces' then noticed there was a pencil and a sheet of paper for him too. "..you gotta be joking." "Spanking you two isn't getting us anywhere, so i figured I'd try lines. but if you rather go over my knee.." Tank said, trailing off and smiling. "Soooo what am i writing?" "I will stop being a bully unless I wanna end up in diapers. 100 times." Tank said and gar giggled lots. "..How many lines does he have to do!" Mike huffed, but started to write. "20! and I'm done daddy! see!" Gar said, and held up his paper. "Oh that's bullsh-" Mike started and cut himself off as tank gave him a look. "..Dookie. bull dookie." he finished weakly. "gar's just a little boy, your suppose to be a daddy and should know better. " tank said, helping gar out of his high chair. "Now you better hurry up and finish that fast if you wanna come to the park with us. otherwise you can stay here and clean the apartment." Tank said, setting gar on his hip. "You know your totally playing favorites right now." Mike huffed, but wrote faster. "mmmhmm, just remember which one of you gets dick, and which one of you gets to hump a stuffie once a month and ask yourself if you wanna be in Gar's shoes right now." Tank said and winked as gar went from giggling and smirking to blushing and pouting.

in the end Mike ended up having to stay behind, as while he did manage to get all of his lines written by the time Gar was changed into just one diaper, a light black diaper shirt, and blue denim coveralls with a paw patrol logo on the front pocket, he'd misspelled some words and honestly tank was sure he'd just tried to scribble the last ten lines. as such with gar watching in clear delight Mike had been stripped, spanked on his buns 20 times which had left the jock on the verge of tears, and the best part, had been put in one of beast boy bulky over night diapers. "Now get your butt back to that chair, and i want 300 lines, nice and neat, spelled right, and then you can go for a nap." Tank said. "But..but..I'm a daddy!" Mike whimpered and whined.and stomped a foot not realizing how it made him look. "Not today! today yer my baby brother!" Gar giggled and chuckled. "be thankful I'm trusting you to stay home alone and not taking you to the park..because we don't have any pants in your size that would fit over your diaper." Tank said. "TANK! you wouldn't!" Mike yelped and squirmed lots. Interestingly Tank noticed that Mike was semi tenting his diaper. "I would and you know it. and don't get any silly ideas about using the potty. I locked the door. and I marked your diaper so I'll know if you remove it." Tank said. helping gar get his sneakers on the smaller boy made sure daddy wasn't looking and stuck his touge out at mike who returned the gesture, only for Tank to look up from doing up the laces. "what are you doing?"  Tank asked. "I uh.." "he was sticking his touge out at you daddy! I wasn't gonna say anything cuz i know you hate tattle tales." Gar said quickly. "Tank, is that true?" "No! I uh.." Mike paused, he knew if he said gar started it there was no way tank would believe him. "I still have fart funk on my touge and trying to get it off." he finished lamely. "...heh. Ok. well in that case." Tank reached into gar's diaper bag, and tugged out a bottle of orange juice and handed it to Mike. "Drink up little guy. I expect that allll gone when i get back." "O-Oh but I uh..w-wouldn't dream of taking Gar's drink s-so I'll j-" Mike started but it was gar who cut him off. "no no no, i insist! it's my fault you got a icky taste in your mouth. I'm more then willing to share." The little imp said, grinning ear to ear. "aww! isn't that sweet? what do you say Mikey?" Tank asked, and again a look down confirmed that while Mike looked humiliated and ready to hit someone, he was fully tenting his diaper now. "...Thank you Garfield." "your welcome." "heh, I might have to keep you both in diapers more often, I think that's the nicest you've been to each other in awhile." Tank teased, opening the door. "oh and Mikey, one last thing while we're gone." "What?" the mortified and oddly horny boy asked. "Don't jerk off in your huggies or I WILL put you back in them for a month." Tank said, and then just smirked as Mikey started to jerk around in his seat. "guess I'm stopping off by the drug store on the way home." he said and left with gar, leaving poor mike to finish his hands free orgasm in his thick diaper.

As they walked down the hall towards the stairs, Garfield was oddly quiet and looked thoughtful. "penny for your thoughts little guy." Tank said, the diaper bag over one shoulder and getting gar set on his hip as they took the stairs. "Ummm.. if Mikey was my new daddy, and i was the baby, but now he's a baby, does that mean I'm back to being a big boy?" he asked. "heh, think about what we're going out and doing, and how your dressed." Tank said. "Now think about your question again and tell me what you think." "...ok fair enough." gar said and nodded, but still looked thoughtful. "now what's on your mind?" "Does this mean we have to go and find ANTHER new daddy? orrr do you think Mike will go back to being a big boy?" "well, considering how that bottle we gave him was your happy pee pee one, I was gonna make you get wood at the playground, and I'm gonna keep him in diapers for a month for every time he cums.. I'm gonna say chances are we need to go daddy shopping." Tank chuckled. "hehehehe my daddy is so evil! and i wuv it!" Gar coo'ed and nuzzled into tank.

sitting at the table, on the verge of tears, Mikey sucked on the joke cockfier he'd gotten Garfield a few weeks early. he'd taken a few big month fulls of the baby bottle after cumming his brains out, and was thinking about how stupid and mean it was tank was gonna make him be a dumb big baby. Just thinking about how horrible it was gonna be to have to wear and use diapers all the time, and how he was likely gonna be in a high chair too, it was just so humiliating to think about! but as he suckled on the paci, his cock was tenting his diapers again and he found himself looking over at Garfield's high chair more and more. 'don't do it, you know it locks from the back and you'll be STUCK in it!' he thought to himself, drool going down his chin. reaching down and massaging his cock though his slightly soggy from a load already pamper, common sense went bye bye. taking his ba-ba and a stack of papers and some crayons over with him so he could make his new daddy a bunch of pretty pictures, Mike took a seat and locked himself in, the click of the lock making him spurt again, hands free. 'I hope tank never let's me be a man again!' the poor ex daddy thought, and dehydrated, took anther mouthful of his extera large ba-ba.

The end

[freindly-neighbourhood-anarchist]

When You Sleep Together

Dream SMP x Reader

I've got some wholesome moments for you guys because y'all deserve to be loved :) sorry if some of these are cheesy

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💭💚Dream💚💭

Rubbing his eyes sleepily as he stared at the chat of his stream, Clay sighed quietly to himself. He was longing for the sweet embrace of his comfy bed-sheets. As much as he loved his chat, he loved you and his bed more.

Blinking away the sleep, he shook his head to wake himself up. When he stopped himself from falling into his sleep-zombie stupor, he began to speak energetically to the stream once again.

Just as he was about to say something, the sound of his door opening made him stop. When he saw you peeking your head into his room, he muted his mic." Everything okay?" He asked, concern swirling in his deep-green eyes.

Your eyes narrowed a little from the brightness of his monitor," You're... still streaming?" You muttered tiredly, running a hand through your messy hair," It's 4 am... You need to come to bed before you die." You stated bluntly.

Chuckling lightly, Clay smiled at you," That's a bit of an exaggeration, dont ya think?" He grinned out before turning to his monitor," I just need to finish this building first and then I'll come to bed." He reassured.

Pouting at him, you walked over to him in his gaming chair. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind and leaned your head in the crook of his neck. He stiffened up for a second but leaned into your touch, which told you just how tired he really was.

You brought your lips close to his ear," The bed's lonely without you..." You tried your best to sound cute before giving into your sluggish thoughts," and it's lowkey freezing without you next to me. You don't want me to die of hypothermia, right?"

Wheezing a little, he shook his head," Alright, alright. You've convinced me."

"Epic victory royale for me."

"Never say that again."

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🖤🔥Sapnap🔥🖤

Groaning in defeat, you closed your laptop after saving your assignment in frustration. Rubbing your eyes tiredly, you glanced at your phone and turned it on to check the time.

2:30 a.m

"Oh f-" you already knew you were gonna get shit from Nick as soon as you stepped foot into your shared bedroom.

Quickly packing your college material away, you raced upstairs quickly and made a bee-line to your bedroom. You opened the door quietly, smirking slightly when you heard the light snores coming from your boyfriend.

He was hugging a pillow close to himself, wrapped snugly within the comfy blankets. He looked like he was in heaven.

If anything, that only made you more tired.

You tiptoe to the bed and slowly crawled into the bed, trying your best to stop the groan of satisfaction from escaping your lips as soon as the blankets consumed you. You stared at Nick's peaceful face for a second before scooting closer to him for more heat.

The pillow beneath your head was so fluffy and comfortable that you were almost instantly consumed in dream-land, not before Nick stopped you.

"Did your bitchass finally give up on that dumb assignment." He muttered tiredly, replacing the pillow he was cuddling with you.

"I have to finish it tomorrow, dumbass..." You grunted out, your eyebrow slanting downwards slightly.

"Nah, fuck you. You're staying in bed with me tomorrow." He denied your statement instantly, pulling you ever closer.

"You make a good argument, I retract my statement..."

"Good."

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💤💙GeorgeNotFound💙💤

"Fuck yea-" You stopped your celebrating quickly as soon as you remembered that your boyfriend was literally sleeping behind you.

You had been editing a video all night, and despite his begging and whining, you just wouldnt go to bed with George. So he decided that he'd stay with you in the living room, refusing to go to bed without you.

You had protested against that, claiming that he needed his beauty sleep, which he had taken great offense to. So he sat behind you, wrapping his arms around you and placing his head in the crook of your neck, whining that he wasnt going to move until you came to bed with him.

You took this as a challenge," Aight bet." And continued to edit whilst your boyfriend was hugging you from behind.

About 10 minutes into editing, you heard George's familiar snores. You knew that he'd fall asleep quick anyways, sleeping is sort of his thing.

But now, you'd finally finished your editing and want to actually go to bed. Sighing at this dilemma and obvious karma, you closed your laptop after sending the video to Dream.

You leaned into George's heat, making him stir a little." George..." you whispered to him.

There was a lazy hum in response.

"Let's go to bed..." You muttered to him.

"....You lost that opportunity about 2 hours ago." He replied back stubbornly," It's expired."

"Oh, come on." You groaned out," If I stay in bed with you tomorrow as well, will you let us go to bed?"

He was silent.

"... Deal."

"Great, let's go, let's go."

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🎶💛Wilbur Soot💛🎶

"Alright, bed time. C'mon." Wilbur spoke up suddenly, making you jump from your place at your monitor.

"Wait wha-" You were interrupted as Wilbur wrapped his arms around your waist, squeezing you close to him. Your back pressed into his chest as he got you to stand up from your desk." Will, what are you-?"

"You've been editing all day. I need attention and affection." He muttered, a pout on his lips." So can we got to sleep please?" He sent you a slight grin.

"Will, this'll only take a couple of minutes." You sighed out with furrowed eyebrows.

His grin dropped," You said that an hour ago."

Your eyes widened at his words," I did?"

"You did."

"Shit." You rubbed your eyes, letting out another sigh," Jeez, I'm sorry Will... I'm an asshole." You muttered.

"Hmm.... hmmmmm thinking.... You could come to bed to sleep with me to make up for being an asshole?" He teased.

You narrowed your eyes at him playfully," you're not supposed to agree."

Laughing slightly, he wrapped his arms around you tighter," in all seriousness.... As sleepdeprived as I am, I don't want you following in my footsteps. So can we go to bed, please? I really need you in my arms right now."

You were taken aback by his confession but you could only give into his charms after he sent you a soft-eyed smile." Oh, alright."

"Thank fuck. Jesus, please never make me wait as long as you did tonight again."

"Noted."

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⭐👑Eret👑⭐

"Can we go to bed now?" You whined as Eret finally finished streaming." Jeez, it's like you love your chat more than me."

Eret laughed deeply at your words and shook their head," You know that's not trueee~" he sang out cutely." You have my heart, [Y/N], don't worry."

You couldn't stop the stop the soft smile from replacing your pout, your eyes softening at her." Aww.... Ali, you're so sweet to me... and you're super cheesy." You awed out, finding their response to be genuinely adorable.

" Ali? Sheesh, and you call me cheesy. Look in the mirror, love." He teased, finally turning his monitor off and making their way over to you. She towered over you, you've always compared them to a big friendly giant who loves to cuddle.

Sending her a teasing grin and a suggestive eyebrow raise, you spread your arms open for him to hug you," Bed time?"

They grinned slightly and wrapped their arms around you securely, squeezing you tightly against his chest in a loving hug." Bed time..."

"Finally."

"Were you really waiting that long?" She teased, getting your messy head of [H/C] hair." Aww, if I had known that, I would've ended earlier."

You hit him playfully," You suck, loser."

"Love you too, dear."

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(This one's a bit long lol.)

👑🐷Technoblade🐷👑

You let out a another yawn as you shivered lightly in the cold of the snowy area you and Techno lived in.

Your boyfriend had gone to the nether a couple of hours ago to collect wither skulls for 'decoration' but you already knew what he was scheming inside that chaotic head of his.

You've been waiting for about 5 hours in the freezing cold. Of course you've made yourself useful around the house, tending to the farm and gathering more materials overall.

Tommy helped here and there, but he was mostly gathering materials for himself.

Now you were beginning to worry for your boyfriend, he's been gone for so long.

So you decided to sit at the doorstep, a blanket wrapped around yourself and a hot cup of cocoa, refusing to fall asleep until you found out that Techno was okay.

Tommy had sat with you for an hour or so before he retired to his bed, stating," Techno's being a bitch. Not worth the time waiting for him." And then he left.

You had laughed at the teen's grumpiness towards Techno, but you didnt agree with him.

Techno was worth waiting for.

He always will be.

Taking another sip from your cocoa, you leaned your head against the door, blinking so that you're eyes wouldnt close due to fatigue and tiredness.

The steaming hot cocoa in your hands reminded you of the warm bed you share with Techno. How the fire would crackle and the smell of burning wood and berries filled the home. The blankets were huge and warm and would just consume you and Techno. How he stays up at night to read some history book and tell you about greek mythology.

"Fuck I miss him..." You muttered, your teeth chattering whic prompted you to wrap your blankets closer around you.

"Miss who?"

You jumped at the familiar voice, making you drop your hot cocoa. You looked up at the owner and your lip twitched a little," You're an asshole."

Techno raised an eyebrow down at you, taking off his pig mask to talk to you properly." HEH? What have I done??" He mumbled, silently outraged.

"Do you know how long I've been waiting here?? 5 hours, Techno!! I'm surprised I havent gotten hypothermia yet!" You exclaimed, standing from your spot on the doorstep," You even made me spill my cocoa!!"

Pouting like a child, your boyfriend narrowed his red eyes at you," How is the fact you spilled your cocoa my fault?"

You gave him a,' bitch, really?' Look and it made him reconsider his words.

"Oh wait a minute, I guess that is kinda my fault, huh? Ehhhh, its fiiiiine." He waved a hand dismissively and walked passed you to get into the house, throwing his red Cape off and then placing his items into a chest." So... you missed me, eh? I mean... I would too if I were you but... y'know."

You knew he was fishing for affection or gratitude, but you knew better than that. You were still angry at him.

"Wow, quite the ego on you." You rolled your eyes," and who said it was you that I was missing?"

Techno didnt look at you, he continued placing his items in his chest," Well.... who else would you miss?" He questioned carefully.

"Phil."

He turned to you, staring before shrugging," Yeah, that's pretty valid. I miss him too."

You groaned at his stubborn nature and sat down in a chair, rubbing your temples," You're such a pain." You muttered.

Techno froze at your words, finally sensing your distress. When he had finished putting his items away, he turned to your brooding form, a light frown upon his face. He walked over to you and gulped, his eyebrows furrowing with frustration. He really really wasnt one for comforting others, hes always found it hard to do so. That's what social anxiety does to you.

He placed a hand on your head, petting it lightly and awkwardly." Look.... I'm sorry."

You froze at his words and slowly looked up at him, an expectant look upon your face.

Techno took his hand from your head, prompting to cross his arms instead," I know that you were worried, I shouldve taken that into consideration. But ya need to understand that I'm strong, [Y/N]. You dont need to worry for my safety at all, I can handle myself."

You frowned a little before sighing," You know I worry because I love you." You stated simply, looking down at your shoes.

The male's cheeks heated up a little and he nodded," 'course..." he grumbled bashfully.

Lips twitching into a slight smile, you stood from your chair and grabbed both of his hands gently, intertwining his fingers with yours." Well... I'm glad you're safe... I missed you a lot."

Techno's face only reddened even further as he completely avoided eye contact with you, his palms growing sweaty but refusing to let go of your smaller and softer hands." U-uh... wanna know another reason why you shouldnt worry about me dyin'?" He's trying his best to hide the fact he was embarrassed.

You grinned slightly and leaned a little closer to him," Yeah. Tell me."

He looked deeply into your eyes, his face still flushed. He leaned a little closer to your face, his ruby-red eyes swirling with an emotion you couldnt quite put your finger on.

Your eyes flicker down to his lips as he began to speak, his hot breath hitting your own lips.

"Because Technoblade never dies."

You pulled yourself from him instantly," You just ruined the romantic moment. AGAIN." You stated simply.

He huffed out a laugh at your exclaim," Aww c'mon it was funny! Please tell me I'm funny--"

"You're not funny. I'm going to bed, bye." You then walked away from him, Techno trailed behind you with a shit-eating grin on his lips.

"You know I still have 3 canon lives left as well, right?"

"I am now choosing to no longer understand english." You replied simply.

"Ok, nerd."

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🐏🖤Jschlatt🖤🐏

"The fuck are you up so late for." It was more of a statement than a question.

You looked up at your floating boyfriend in all of his blue sweater and ram-horned glory." You're up late too, dumbass." You shot back, downing another cup of coffee.

"[Y/N]... I'm a fuckin' ghost. You think I need sleep? Use your head woman." He insulted as he floated behind you, peeking over your shoulder to see what you were up too.

You seemed to be writing something in a book, he couldnt really read it though so he leaned onto your back, leaning his chin on your shoulder. His eyes skimmed over the words and he scowled a little.

"What the hell are you s'posed to be writing." He grumbled out.

"It's just a book for the different materials Alex told me to gather." You stated simply, leaning your head against his slightly.

"Good idea. Knowin' you, your dumbass would probably forget." He hummed out," But why waste your time on this when you could be sleeping."

Frowning with furrowed eyebrows, you continued to write in the book," I mean... its Alex. I dont wanna let the guy down, he's the vice president."

"Eh... Whose Alex again? He the one with the flatty patty?"

You buried your face in your hands, holding in a laugh." You're an idiot..." You muttered out, trying to contain your laughter.

"Takes one to know one asshole." Schlatt responded, floating away from you and to your bed. He lay on top of it comfortably," OoOoOoh~ look at how comfortable this fuckin' bed looks [Y/N]~ mm yes, comfy comfy, yes very comfy."

Smiling a little, you turned to him and raised an eyebrow," You sure its comfy?"

He was silent for a moment before he nodded," trust me. You know what they call me?"

You rolled your eyes, sighing slightly,"... what do they call you..."

"The bed master."

"You fucking-" You're sentence cut off as you broke out into a laugh. Schlatt couldnt stop the slight smile from crossing over his lips at successfully cheering you up.

"This is a very comfy bed. You should try it out with me, right now." It was more of a threat than a suggestion.

"How can I trust you though?..."

"Maybe if you try the bed out for yourself you can decide whether it's comfy or not, fuckin' moron."

You stared at him with a deadpan expression before giving in," you make a valid point. You win this argument." Standing from the table, you walked over to your bed and flopped onto it next to Schlatt.

He stared down at you expectantly;" Well? Was I right or was I right?"

You moved around on the bed a little, and sighed," .....It feels like I'm lying on a fucking cloud...." you gave up.

Schlatt shot you a shit-eating grin," Right?? The bed master strikes once again." Then his smile dropped," Dont ever fuckin' question me again."

"Gotcha."

He turned a little in the bed and threw an arm over you, pulling you close to him. You stared up at him with a confused gaze, which made him roll his eyes." Gonna help you sleep." He grunted out.

"Ahhh... Okay." You snuggled a little closer to him." Thank you for existing, Schlatt."

"At least one of us are happy I exist." He deadpanned.

"Hey Schlatt? Did you fall from heaven, cause you look like you fell- wait I messed that up."you silently cursed to yourself.

"You fucking loser."

"Lemme try again... Did you fall from heaven? Cause you look like an angel."

"... That makes no fucking sense. Are you comparing me to Satan then? He was the angel that fell from heaven." He looked slightly offended." I'll have you know that I am a devoted Catholic-"

You deadpanned when he wouldnt accept the pick-up line and gave up,"... You're hot." you stated bluntly.

"I know. Goodnight."

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❤🦆Quackity🦆❤

"Fuuuuck... I'm so fucking tired chat." Alex laughed out slightly, trying his best to contain another yawn. His chat instantly began to complain to him, telling him to hurry up and end the stream then. " aww... you all care so much for me." He fake cried." I dont deserve you guys."

MikeHawk: GO TO BED YOU SMALL MAN

Likywastaken: GO SLEEP ASSHOLE

He snorted at the comment," Wow, are y'all hitting on me orrr? Hit me up." He joked teasingly, a slight grin upon his lips.

The familiar sound of,' Me perdonas' came through his headset, indicating he had received a donation.

Duh_Itz_y/n has donated $4.20

Go the fuck to bed you bitch <3

His eyes lit up at your familiar twitch name and he chuckled lightly." Y/N, my love, you have such a way with words." He stated sarcastically, ignoring how his chat started spamming your name." Thanks for the dono but you literally can just call me on discord, fucking idiot."

And just like that, his discord went off, it made him jump in his gaming chair. He covered it up with a cough and answered the call," Hola hermosa."

"Did you just fucking jump when I called you?"

He sputtered," The fuck??? No. You're tripping."

"YOU DID. You're such a pussy boy."

"Yes, I am a pussy boy because I attract all the puss-"

"Stop talking." You interrupted," Why arent you asleep Alex? I don't know if you knew this buuut, 2 am is usually the time when people should be sleeping." You stated, snarky and teasing.

"If you wanted to get me alone you shouldve just said so, babe." He stated simply, you could hear the shit-eating grin in his voice.

He heard you laugh from the other side, making his heart flutter in his chest." I wish I was there but Mexico is like hours away." You muttered.

"Why are you awake? You've been going off to me but it's late where you are too."

"It's cause I was watching your shitass stream. I'm such a dedicated girlfriend, arent I? I just love you so much." You laughed out.

"Aww, you're such a simp for me..." Alex pressed a hand to his cheek embarrassingly, mocking that he was flustered." Should I just end the stream now then. I wanna talk to you now."

"Now you're the one wanting to get me alone Hmm?"

"Yeah, at least I can admit it. Looks like you're the pussy here." He spat your words right back at you.

"End the stream."

"Yes ma'am."

"Pfft, and you say you arent a fucking bottom." You teased.

"Y/N, I am still strEAMING-"

[fanfic-chan]

Ahh, your event is so cute! Platonic relationships deserve lots of love! 🥰 Id it’s okay, may I have a 🖤 heart with Tendou and Semi? Thank you friend and happy Valentine’s Day! 🥰🥰🥰

Omg this request put me in such a ler Tendou mood! He's such a chaotic little oddball and he's so much fun to write for because of it! I don't really know Semi very well yet, but I did my best to familiarize myself with him atleast a little while I wrote this, so I hope he doesn't seem to out of character! Enjoy!^^

Should've Just Run

Ler: Tendou

Lee: Semi

"I don't think I like that look in your eye…"

Semi narrowed his eyes suspiciously at his red-haired teammate, who somehow still had the audacity to tilt his head innocently despite the devious grin that was very clearly spreading across his face as he approached him.

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about Semi Semi!" Tendou responded cheerfully as he wrapped an arm haphazardly around one of the blonde's shoulder. Semi tried to shrug him off, but the mischievous redhead merely tightened his grip, making him sigh exasperatedly.

"Hey, Semi Semi-"

"Don't call me that!"

"Right… Semi Semi, say, are you ticklish?"

 Semi stiffened, having not expected such an odd question, especially since Tendou already knew that he was ticklish. Which could only mean… Semi's struggling suddenly picked up as he realized what his trickster of a teammate was up to, and he was really beginning to regret not running away while he had the chance.

"No! Tendou I know exactly what you're thinking! Don't you daAAHAHAHARE!! NO!!! GEHEHET OFF! HEHEHEY!!" Semi practically shrieked when his fellow third year suddenly started using his free hand to claw at his ribcage, using the other arm that was currently wrapped around his shoulder to keep him in place.

"Aww but why? Isn't this fun though? You've looked so grumpy all day! Why not laugh for a while huh?"

"Heh-H- How Abohohout no?!"

"Mmmm wrong answer!!"

Tendou chuckled deviously as he used his deadweight to drag his already laughter weakened teammate to the floor and straddled him, suddenly feeling very grateful that the two of them had been the last to leave the gym, because it gave him the perfect opportunity to mess around with his teammate a little!

The middleblocker continued to poke and prod all over the blonde's torso, humming a little tune as he tested out different spots and what kinds of reactions they earned him. He practically lit up when squeezing the setter's hips caused him to buck up with a panicked squeal. 

"Ooh~ good spot huh?" He asked, honing on that cursed area as his teammate thrashed and squirmed beneath him, hands latching onto his wrists weakly as the poor guy vainly tried to shove him away. 

"STAHAHAHAHHAP!! AHAHAHANYWHEHEHERE ELSE!! PLEHEHEASE!!" He begged, mirthful tears springing to his eyes as he kicked out to relieve some of the ticklish sensations that were coursing through his body.

"Not there? How about here then? Or here? Ooh! What about here?" Tendou continued to torture him mercilessly until his saving grace came in the form of a particular ravenhaired first year, who, judging by his disheveled hair and heavy breathing, seemed to have run all the way back.

"Oh, good," Goshiki said through his gasping breaths, as he walked over to the bench and picked up something, "You're still here. I just forgot my phone here and came to- Wait. What's going on? Hold on, Tendou-san why are you looking at me like that? Wait, no!!" 

And just like that, the redhead was off again as he chased after their fleeing kouhai, who must have realized what was going on and made the decision to run while he still could.

Which is exactly what Semi should have done a long time ago...

[strawberry-jammers]

child reader (Pt.4)

tommy x child!reader || whys he here??

someone comes to the tundra to fight the blade (also some cute fluff)

pt1 pt 2 pt3 pt4 pt5

masterlist

this took so long lmao, part 5 coming soon

This story will diverge from the cannon. Since i cant remember it well im just gonna do my own thing.

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The three of them, techno tommy and little (y/n), lived together peacefully for a bit. Techno and tommy would occasionally spar and commit minor terrorism, while (y/n) got to play with tommy and uncle techno. 

(y/n) has grown a bit sense they had arrived there, being a happy kid like they should be.

On calm nights, techno would read to the little kid, stories of gods who ruled over the lands. Stories of himself in his times of adventure. They enjoyed all his stories, for they held a sort of unreachable curiosity that they loved oh so much.

“Im not reading you a story.” techno says. Sitting in his usual arm chair. He had come back from the nether not long before, just wanting to rest after a long day of fighting withers. He didnt expect the kid to want to hang out with him. “Pwease uncle tech!” they said. He shook his head. “I said no.” (y/n) huffed, getting off the arm of the chair, walking to the pile of books that stood in the coroner of the room. 

They looked through it, trying to find the one they wanted. Once they did, they let out a happy ‘aha!’ and stumbled to the grumpy piglin, book in hand. “This one this one! Pleaaaase!!” they said. Showing techno the book. He examined it, realizing that it was the story about himself that philza had given to him as a joke gift. His eyes widened. ‘Why would the brat wanna read about me?’ he pondered. He just sighed, gently grabbing the book from the small hands it was being held in. “Fine, fine, I'll read you the story.” 

(y/n) smiled, climbing up to sit on the piglins lap, wanting to try and read the book along with him. He huffed, not really agreeing to them sitting on him. None the less he opened the book, reading the unfinished tale to the child sitting before him.

“Once centuries ago, there was a young lad cursed to hear ungodly voices…”

Those were nights (y/n) enjoyed the most. They couldn't read, but having techno read to them was much better than reading a book all alone.

On most days Tommy would play with (y/n) outside. Neither of them got bored of the snow, being used to the sunny weather that was logstedshire. It was a nice change of pace that (y/n) enjoyed. 

The two of them usually had snow ball fights, or tried to build towers and mini houses out of the snow. Tommy would build them snowmen, ones that looked like the people they knew. Others were sometimes ones they hadn't seen before, that Tommy would tell stories of when they would go to bed.

“Papa look!” tommy turned to his kid, who was happily standing next to a snow version of himself. It was small and barely looked like himself, but he easily recognized it. He came up to the small child, picking them up happily. “That's me!? It's amazing little (f/i)! You did so well!!” he said, ruffling the young ones hair. They giggled at the action. 

“Wanna see mine?” (y/n) nodded. He walked over to the snowman he had built, showing them to his kid.

They looked familiar, (y/n) thought. These were the people in the storys (y/n) was told, the man with words of wisdom and guitar playing skills that calmed every citizen, who had tragically died in their last battle. The boy who was by papas side, who loved bees and everyone he knew. The young baker who had a kind heart and a smile that could put anyone at ease. Jack manifold.

Tommy spemnt a very long time creating this, purely so he could show (y/n) his old friends at least once. “Whos that one??” (y/n) asked, pointing to the the fox looking one, standing tall next to the leader, wilbur. “That's fundy. He didn't do much in the war, but he was an amazing fighter, and also a furry.`` Tommy replied, setting the child down. They ran up to the snowman. “Furry furry furry!!” they chanted, making the young boy laugh. “Yes furry!”

Most days now were spent with all three of them playing games inside till the late hours. After (y/n) had gotten sick from being outside so much, Tommy decided to just stay inside the warm cabin. They would bug techno alot, but he enjoyed the company some days. It was better than staying inside alone with an enderman who didn't really like him.

Today however, was different. For they had an unexpecting visitor who was very friendly. 

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Techno was making breakfast, as usual. He had learned that if he didnt, neither of the innits would eat till dinner when their bodys couldn't handle it anymore. It wasn't good for a young baby like that. Not that techno cared tho.

He was putting the dirty pots and pans in the sink, knowing he'd try and force Tommy to do it later. He started to put the food onto plates when he heard shouting coming from outside. "TECHNOBLADE GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!!!" 

Techno stops for a second. No one could possibly have the balls to fight him, let alone twice. Technoblade put the stuff in his hands down, walking over to the window to try and see who was out there. As he thought, it was none other than Quackity trying to pick a fight with him once more. 

"I CAN SEE YOU PIGMAN! COME OUT HERE AND GET WHAT YOU DESERVE!!!" The duck man was actually prepared this time, with enchanted netherite armor and an axe to go with it. It seemed he upped his game sense last time. 

Techno chuckled, going upstairs to grab his things real fast. There's no way someone can try and beat technoblade like that. He came back down to see Quackity opening his door. "Heh!? Why are you inside my house!?" Quackity stood there, axe gripped tightly. Techno reached the floor, grabbing his sword. "Why can't I be in your house techno? Hiding something?" 

Ah shit he's onto us

Kill him

Haha he looks funny

Techno shook his head. "Just thought you'd play fair duck man. That's what you government people love to try and do." Quackity stepped forward. "Why would I play fair with the man whos supposed to be dead? This has been a long time coming," Quackity readied his axe, "get ready blade, cause i'm finally killing you." Techno readied his sword as well. "I'd like to see you try." 

Just as they said this, someone came up from the floorboards. "*yawn* techno are you done with breakfast yet- HOLY FUCK QUACKITY!?" a tired Tommy says, holding a nearly sleeping (y/n). The two men turn to Tommy, seeing him and his child. "Oh? So this is what you were hiding. Haven't seen you sense the exile!" Quackity says, getting closer. Tommy got up from the ladder, shrinking behind technoblade, trying to protect his kid. 

"What are you doing here big q?" Tommy says, hiding his kid. “I could ask you the same thing. What's that you've got there? Technos kid or something?” 

“Well no-” “quackity leave them alone.” techno cuts off tommy, moving more so in front of him. He cant let the baby die, he knows phil would pumble him if he does. “This is between you and me quackity. Leave them alone.” quackity shook his head, pointing his axe at tommy. “Anyone alined with you is an enemy of mine. Even if he's an old friend.” quackity lunged at techno, who blocked the attack swiftly. Quackity tried to get around the man, so he could grab the child from tommys arms. (y/n) was now awake however, and they weren't very happy.

“Papa?” they ask, realizing there was an axe lunging towards them. Quackity got around the blade, and was already trying to get to them. Tommy noticed the axe coming their way, completely ready to take the hit for his kid. 

Techno blocked the attack however. “Tommy get them to safety! I can handle this.” tommy nodded, running as quackity and techno dueld. Wuackity tried to run after tommy, but techno blocked him. “Not interesting enough for you q?” he smirks, swinging his sword at the duck man. Quackity blocks, scolding. “You're really full of yourself aren't you?”

Tommy ran outside, running to the only place he knew big q wouldn't find them, (y/n)s old hut. He ran and ran for so long, it had reached past mid day when he reached the small home he had made so many months prier. He sighed, closing the door behind him. (y/n) had long since woken up, and was very agitated. They had not eaten yet and it's been hours. “Shit shit sorry (y/n).'' Tommy says, laying the child in their old bed. He looked around the old home for anything he had left behind. He found some stuff, but he still had to go out to get food. 

When he was done, he quickly fed the crying child. “I'm sorry kiddo, I didn't think this would happen. I didn't think quackity would wanna harm you. Sh shhh im sorry.” he picks up the crying child, kinda like how they first met. A crying (y/n) and a terrified tommy. 

“Pappa- '' Tommy cuts them off, shushing them. “Just rest, Just rest…” the kid nodded, calming down slightly.

The two of them stayed like that till the sun rose the next day.

The next day Tommy got a message on his communicator by techno. Apparently quackity had won the fight, having threatened to chase after them and kill them. Techno begrudgingly went to get executed a second time. Thankfully he lived however, thanks to ranboo and tubbo stopping it. The two of them were currently at the blades house. 

Tommy didnt wanna deal with seeing tubbo, but he knew he couldn't stay out here for more than an hour. He sighed. “Hey (y/n), how would you like it if you might get to meet new friends?” (y/n) looked at him, smiling. “Yeah new friends!!” he smiled, picking up the excited child. “Let's go back to uncle technos!” “uncle techy!!!” Tommy and (y/n) laughed. Tommy got ready and left for the tundra.

Hopefully tubbo wouldn't be there when he got there.

[things-we-cant-say]

pretty little liar

Pairing: Ten x Female!Reader

Summary: In order to get your annoying ex off your back, you tell a little white lie that takes an unexpected turn.

Genre: College!AU

Warnings: Smutty smut, dirty dancing

Word Count: 4,867

A/N: Unable to withstand Ten’s power any longer, I had to start writing about him…or a version of him anyway. Hope someone out there enjoys my first dip into the ~imagines~ pond. ☺️

The party was in full swing by the time you and your best friend Amy arrived, the music so loud it could be heard down the street. It was a wonder the cops hadn’t broken it up yet but hey, the night was still young. Ducking through the arched doorway with Amy hot on your heels, you let her guide you into the foyer where you both stopped to take in the scene. The place was packed with people dancing, drinking and laughing—everyone apparently having a great time. Which was perfect for you because all you wanted to do was blow off a little steam and pretend you hadn’t spent the day fantasizing about committing the perfect murder.

You enjoyed school for the most part and you enjoyed your classes, but really you couldn’t wait for it all to just be over. Two extra years and your master’s degree in linguistics was almost within your grasp. You still weren’t one hundred percent what you planned to do with it (teaching was definitely out) but either way you were ready to dive into the real world. To no longer be stressed out about exams and papers and boring ass professors that constantly seemed to have a stain on their tie.

And to get far, far away from your stupid ex, Adam.

“Uh oh you have murder face,” Amy said as she peeped around to look at you. “What’s wrong?”

You shrugged. “Just in my head I guess.”

Amy hummed. “I get it. That’s why we are here though! To get fucked up and do something we regret in the morning.”

You laughed. “Guess we’re Uber-ing home.”

She grinned and grabbed your wrist, pulling you over to a table loaded with different types of alcohol. The guy ‘tending bar’ as it were winked as you two approached. “What can I get you for?”

“Something with alcohol but where we can’t taste the alcohol!” Amy exclaimed happily. “Oh! And if you’ve got any little umbrellas I’d like one of those too.”

He did finger guns and proceeded to cook something up in two red cups, sticking in two pink umbrellas when he was done. You and Amy took your drinks and after a cursory sniff, took a sip. The tequila wasn’t as strong as with a single shot but you could still detect it just not enough to make you stop drinking. Unlike Amy you didn’t plan to get completely fucked up but you weren’t going to say no to a nice buzz.

Cups in hand you migrated onto the dance floor and fell in with everyone else, bopping to the beat and scream chatting over the loud music.

“I really needed this!” Amy yelled. “Statistics is kicking my cute little ass!”

“I know what you mean!” You shouted. “But hey! Soon we’ll be done and actual jobs will be kicking our cute little asses!”

Laughing, Amy bounced up and down, sending her blonde hair flying. “Is that why you’ve been so grumpy lately? Or is it…he who shall not be named?”

With a sigh you took a big sip of your strawberry margarita. “Yeah. He keeps fucking calling me and leaving me these stupid ass messages, apologizing and shit. I’ve blocked him but he just uses someone else’s phone.”

Amy’s eyes stretched wide. “That’s like stalker behavior! Or maybe he really is sorry for what he did.”

You snorted. “Sorry for having sex with his ex in the backseat of my car? As far as I am concerned he can take his ‘sorrys’ and shove them so far up his ass they come out his mouth as safaris!”

Amy choked a little on her drink, hitting you hard on the arm in admonishment after she stopped coughing. “I hate you! I could have died!”

Her words made you smirk. “But did you? No but for real, fuck Adam. Fuck Adam and anyone who even looks like Adam!”

“Woo!” Amy threw both hands up into the air, yelping as liquid sloshed down onto her head. “Oh shit! Drink emergency I’ll be right back!”

Before you could say anything, she turned and hurried back towards the drink table. Alone in the middle of a dancing crowd, you didn’t know whether you should slink over to a corner or just keep dancing. That last thing you wanted was some random dude trying to groove with you. Of course if you decided to hold up the wall nothing would stop some random dude from trying to hit on you either. At a bit of a loss you drained the rest of your drink and did a I don’t really know anyone two step, hoping Amy would return soon.

The tequila settled nice and warm in your stomach, making you feel more at ease. Most of the people at the party were from your school but not ones you associated with on like, a daily basis. Sure you recognized a few faces from the library or cafeteria but there was no one you’d had more than a surface conversation with.

And then your eyes landed on him. Ten.

Ten was a…different sort of person altogether. He was the kinda guy CW shows thought actually existed in college, except he was very real. And very much fucking gorgeous in that unattainable way CW shows also loved. However, that sort of did him a disservice because as far as you knew, he was just a decent guy who happened to be able to do some pretty awesome things.

For example, he was an amazing dancer. The kinda dancer that just freaking mesmerized you when he moved. Had you wondering how in the hell had he taught his body to do that shit? One minute he was in total sync with everyone else and the next he was performing his solo and blowing your mind. He’d done some show a few months ago with a friend and you’d nearly flipped out of your chair watching him work. The body rolls, the attitude, the way he’d just commanded the stage…whew. Was it possible to be a fan of someone who wasn’t famous?

Then there was his art; things he designed himself or drew from memory. Art class was essentially where you’d sorta came to be acquaintances with him. You weren’t exactly good at drawing but you liked it enough that you wanted to improve, plus it helped you de-stress after particularly hard days. Ten on the other hand excelled and just like with dancing, it was interesting to watch his process. He’d described himself as a sensory artist so he wasn’t always as concerned with the end product as the professor sometimes wanted him to be. From your eye though he’d yet to create anything that wasn’t remarkable. In fact, more than once you’d wanted to ask him to design a tattoo for you, but felt it would be kinda weird. He had no idea what you were into after all. So far your conversations with him had consisted of colors and that one time he’d asked to borrow one of your brushes.

You were pretty sure he’d sold something to an art gallery.

Anyway so Ten could dance and he could draw and he could sing and he was fluent in several languages; as far as you knew the only thing he was kind of shit at was cooking. But who hadn’t set a class kitchen on fire once or twice? Or three times…

If he were an asshole—well people would probably still crush on him—you’d count that as a major flaw and want to keep your distance. But the kicker was that he could do cool things and he was nice. Dorky even especially when it came to cute animals. Was always posting pictures of himself at the animal shelter playing with the kittens and the puppies, or just acting like an idiot with friends. Yet it was that confidence that made him seem untouchable, and also made him sexy as fuck. More than once you’d fantasized about biting his Adam’s apple.

Heh.

Shaking your head, you fanned lightly at your face with both hands. Maybe stepping outside for some fresh air would be a good idea.

“Y/N!” Amy nearly tripped over her pretty sandals in her hurry to get back to you. “Weewoo weewoo weewoo!”

“Um…”

She grabbed your shoulder. “It’s a police siren! We have a code red situation here, I repeat a code red! Adam just walked in!”

“What?” You blinked and immediately looked towards the doorway, brows narrowing when you saw she was right.

Standing there in a white t-shirt in his formerly handsome glory was your ex-boyfriend, Adam. Once upon a time you’d thought the world of him; thought he was the kinda guy you could probably marry someday. The kinda guy you’d introduced your family to. Turns out he was the kind of guy that hooked up with his ex in your car repeatedly until finally being caught in the act. Sure it had been gratifying to make him and her walk home half naked but it had done nothing to quell the pain left behind. Thankfully though your pain quickly turned to anger and now you usually focused on not murdering him when he popped up. There was a lot you could forgive but cheating was firmly in the do not cross zone. Everything you’d felt for him evaporated the moment you saw him with her.

And he’d promised he was over her. Lying piece of shit, you thought to yourself.

“What the hell is he doing here?! Does he even know anyone here?” you asked with a frown.

“I dunno!” your friend said slowly. “It’s possible, big campus and all. Do you want me to help you climb out of the bathroom window?”

“Yeah my boobs aren’t fitting through one of those skinny ass windows,” you replied wryly. “Though to be honest I’m almost willing to risk it. C’mon let’s—”

It was too late. Adam spotted you like an arrow searching for its target, eyes registering shock and then elation. He reached you in three quick strides, opening his arms for a hug that he was damned crazy to expect. “Y/N. Wow you—you look amazing. I’m so glad we ran into each other.”

You huffed. “I’m not. I told you we’re over Adam. Or does me blocking your calls not get the message across?”

He exhaled deeply. “Look I know I messed up but I’m sorry. Classes were just really tough and—and Lucy and I would reminisce about old times…”

“Do I look like I give a shit? You cheated on me and we’re over.” The lie came so easily. “Besides, I’ve moved on.”

“Yeah!” Amy poked him in the chest. “She’s moved on so suck it!”

Adam arched a brow. “You’ve moved on?” He sounded skeptical and that made your blood boil. “Since when? And with who?”

You’d once heard that Hippocrates came up with the saying drastic times call for drastic measures though it wasn’t something you’d be willing to bet money on. However, standing there with your ex eying you like he just knew you were lying brought a whole new meaning to the idiom. You would one hundred percent be damned before giving him the satisfaction of gloating.

Tequila’s kicking in…

Without missing a beat, you put a hand on your hip and motioned to Ten. “Him. I’m seeing him.”

Amy made a sound like a cat having its tail stepped on while Adam gaped at you. “What? I—no. No way. You’re totally lying. I’ve seen the people he’s dated and you’re not his type at all.”

This bitch.

Twirling on your black heels, you strolled across the room to where Ten sat in an arm chair, chatting with a few of his friends. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you straddled his lap and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I know this is awkward as fuck—I’m so sorry—but if you just play along I will owe you big time. I’ll give you anything. You need a kidney? You can have a kidney.”

Ten’s friends had gone mute and as you sat back to gauge his reaction—or to possibly be thrown off of him—you bit your full bottom lip. His dark eyes were watching you calculatingly, his own lips pursed together like you were a riddle he needed to solve. Up close he was utterly breathtaking, all smooth skin and silky black hair that fell artfully across his forehead. He smelled incredible.

And then he spoke.

“There you are baby,” he said wrapping an arm around your waist. “I’ve been looking for you.”

That was when you figured you owed him your first born but it was fine. “Well, you found me. Sorry to keep you waiting.”

He chuckled. “You’re worth waiting for.”

His friends still looked confused though they didn’t have time to voice their opinions. Adam stalked over seconds later like a man on a mission. “So it’s true? You and Y/N are together?”

Ten tilted his head to the side and you saw the moment the lightbulb went off for him. “Yeah we’re together.”

Adam huffed. “Since when? For how long? Where did you two meet?”

Ten smirked. “Are you taking a survey or something?” He brushed his lips across your jaw, making you shiver. “The only thing that matters is that she’s mine. Let’s dance, Y/N.”

“I would love to,” you replied with a smile. You were also grateful he’d remembered your name.

You climbed off of his lap and took his hand, sending Adam a you thought look before pulling Ten out into the thick of the crowd. Your heart was beating a mile a minute but you felt too giddy to pay much attention to it. Plus, you knew Adam was watching you like a hawk and you didn’t want to let on how nervous you actually were. If he found out you were lying he’d never leave you alone and consider you pathetic to boot. Besides the nice buzz that was finally creeping down your spine told you everything would be fine. How could it not be?

Ten’s hands settled low on your hips and he gave you a little tug, pulling your back to his chest. You fit rather perfectly with him, his chin brushing the top of your head. Picking a rhythm in the song that thumped with bass, you began to move together. You rolled your ass against him and leaned your head back to rest on his shoulder, focusing on his breath as it ghosted across your neck. A silver of light wouldn’t have been able to get between you.

Normally you wouldn’t have dared to do something like this with a near stranger but your desire to make your ex suffer was bigger than your nerves. Besides Ten appeared to be all in on the ruse; his body twisting and curving in sync with yours, fingers on his right hand sliding up between your breasts to wrap lightly on your throat. His teeth nipped at your earlobe and you gasped. Reached around to his side to clasp his shirt for an anchor. You heard him chuckle and suddenly you were spun away from him only to be reeled back in, this time face to face.

The room felt like it was two hundred degrees. You weren’t exactly wearing much—a slinky black dress with tiny ties at the hem—but even that seemed too much. Without missing a beat though you and Ten continued to grind with one another, his thigh just barely pushed between your own. Every time you swayed forward to meet him the denim of his jeans rubbed deliciously against you, sending sparks sprinting through your veins. Both of his hands were on your ass as if helping to guide you, and as you met his gaze you couldn’t help but bite your lip at what you saw there. Desire, lust, hunger—no one had ever looked at you like that before. Like they could just devour you and still not have enough of you.

It made you feel powerful.

You grinned and wrapped an arm around his neck, fingers giving his hair a little tug. He hissed and lowered his head so that he could mouth at your bare shoulder, hands squeezing your ass so hard it nearly hurt. You weren’t sure when you started to get wet—maybe it was the moment you sat on his lap or he decided to play along with your dumb stunt—but you could tell it now. Your panties were sticking to you, your skin was on fire and it was becoming difficult to think straight. Honestly however you didn’t want to think at all, especially not if it meant not being in Ten’s orbit.

“Ten,” you whispered into the skin under his jaw.

He hummed, the sound vibrating through your body. You plastered your hand to his chest and pulled it down, nails catching on the thin material of his shirt until they were brushing along the zipper on his jeans. You gave him a quick squeeze—he was hard and straining—and he cursed loudly. Between one second and the next he was dragging you down a dimly light hallway, past kissing couples and one guy passed out drunk in the doorway of someone’s room. He swung you both into the first vacant room he came to; a lavish bathroom at the very back of the house. The door was closed with a swift thump and the lock clicked shut.

You licked your lips as he crowded you back into the counter, looking down at you with a tiny smirk. That part of your brain that yammered on about bad decisions was surprisingly quiet, so you figured it was beyond okay to pull him down for a kiss. As with most of the stuff he did, Ten was a damn good kisser. His mouth was soft and warm, his tongue playful and coaxing. He kissed you like he’d been waiting to kiss you for a long time. Until it grew deep and sensual. Until you were both panting with the need for air but neither wanting to let go of the moment.

With a gasp you tilted backwards a bit, your knees suddenly weak. “Fuck me,” you said absently.

“Can I?” Ten asked, chest heaving. “Can I fuck you?”

“God yes,” you replied, already pulling your dress up until it hitched around your waist.

Ten hooked his thumbs onto the band of your pink panties and slid them down your legs, laying them next to the sink. He looked you over with that same eye he used for his art but you could tell he liked what he saw. You grabbed his hand and brought it between your legs, spreading them wider for him. Two of his fingers slipped inside of you without any resistance to find you damp and aching, already so hot for him. He started a lazy rhythm—in and out, in and out—like he was in no hurry at all. Like he wasn’t driving you crazy all the way down to the tips of your toes.

He kept his eyes locked onto yours as he touched you, lips slightly parted like he couldn’t believe this was happening. That rang true for both of you. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you’d ever really be friends with Ten, let alone about to hook up with him. It was like you’d stumbled into some alternate universe.

Bringing his free hand up to your cheek, he smoothed his thumb across your lips, pressing lightly until you let him in. You sucked his thumb into your mouth and gave it a little nip, smiling when he smirked. When he deemed it wet enough, he pressed it to your clit and you moaned, your hips stuttering upward with a will of their own. He began a firm massage, working your clit this way and that, fingers still thrusting in their maddening motion. Of course he’d be great with his hands. Of course he’d be able to play your body like a finely tuned instrument.

Pressure started to build low in your stomach. “I—I’m…”

“Turn around.” Ten took a step back and made a show of sucking his fingers into his mouth, tongue darting out to lick between them like he wanted to savor every drop.

You whimpered but did as he requested, your eyes finding his in the wide silver mirror. You watched as he unzipped his pants and pushed them along with his dark colored briefs down to the floor. You hadn’t seen him pull out a condom but he had one; ripping open the packaging with his perfectly straight teeth before rolling it onto his hard cock. It was a delicious looking thing you had to admit, long and thick with a slight curve. If you’d had the time you would have gladly went to your knees for him.

A low breath shuddered out of Ten’s lungs as he pushed inside of you, his hands gripping your waist so strongly you were bound to have a few bruises later. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

It had been a while since Adam and nobody after him until now.

When he assumed you’d adjusted to the size of him, he pulled nearly out before driving back inside of you. You moaned and pushed back to meet his thrusts, feeling the pleasure shattering through you. Your breasts bounced as he moved and he reached a hand forward, tugging down the top of your dress so that he could cup one. He rolled your nipple between his fingers and pinched, bending over you so that he could bite down onto the tender skin of your shoulder. The motion sent him even deeper and you both groaned at the feeling.

“Te—Ten,” you stammered, losing your train of thought when he rolled his hips liked he did on the dance floor. “Oh fuck! Fuck!”

The picture you made in the mirror was a very erotic one; you could see every single expression on Ten’s handsome face. The utter enjoyment he was obviously finding in fucking you was written all over it; there was nowhere for it to hide. His head was tipped back, eyes fluttering closed only to pop back open so that he could watch himself shove into you over and over again. He had you up on your tip toes, nose just an inch from the mirror itself. He was always sexy but tonight that word took on a whole new meaning.

All you could do was try to give as good as you got.

You slapped a hand onto the sink to steady yourself and clenched around him, reveling in the low whine that escaped his throat. It kinda sounded like your name.

And then he was pulling all the way out, dick bouncing as he stumbled backwards. You blinked in confusion. “Wh--what’s wrong?”

Ten ran his fingers through his hair. “C’mon. I want you to ride me.”

He sat down on the closed toilet seat lid and you straddled him without a second thought, sinking down onto his dick with a full body shudder. With your dress around your waist and your breasts jiggling in his face as you bounced up and down on his cock, he traced his tongue around your nipple before lightly biting down. You tangled your fingers in his hair and panted out his name, letting out a squeak when his palm connected with your ass for a hard slap. Planting his feet on the floor, he leaned you backwards a bit as he drove into you repeatedly, eyes watching how well your pussy took him.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against your collarbone. “Gorgeous—you feel so good.” He bit you again, this time on the side of your neck. “So good.”

With one hand on his shoulder to brace yourself, you rose up and let yourself come down hard over and over again, feeling him pound so deep it was almost criminal. Had the music not been so loud you knew exactly what you would have heard; the sound of skin hitting skin as Ten fucked you like he owned you. Just for tonight, maybe he did.

You weren’t sure how long it went on but when you came it still managed to take you by surprise. Your body lit up like a Christmas tree from the inside out and you cried out Ten’s name, clenching around him, your nails digging into his shoulder blades. He muttered a drawn out fuuuuck and pinched your clit with this thumb and forefinger, making you jerk so hard you nearly tumbled off his lap.

“Ah! Ten!” You shouted as he kept it up. “I—no—oh god—”

Your pussy tightened around him again and he shivered, thrusts growing erratic as he came with a grunt. You trembled through a second orgasm almost in disbelief—usually the only thing that could get you off twice in a row was hidden under your bed in a shoe box.

Seconds later you flopped against him, attempting to catch your breath. He was still rolling his hips just a tiny bit, making all the too sensitive areas ping.

“Whoa,” he said breathlessly, wrapping both arms around your waist. “That was…”

You chuckled softly. “Yeah…” Chancing a look at him, you admired the way strands of his dark hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. He was glistening, shirt sticking to his chest. He smelled like hints of your perfume and you smelled like hints of his cologne. It was all so intimate.

Reluctantly you sat back and gazed at him, wondering if things were about to get awkward. But Ten just smiled and ducked his head a little, a barely there blush creeping up into his already flushed cheeks. It was so adorable you couldn’t have resisted kissing him if you tried. From the way he melted into you, he’d had the same idea.

After a few minutes of just enjoying the feel of his lips against yours, you forced yourself up off of him. Your legs shook; you had to grab the counter to keep from tripping in your heels. You could already tell you’d still feel him tomorrow and the thought made you kinda dizzy, but in a good way. Blinking at your reflection—your hair was a dark mess—you knew there was no way you’d be able to hide the love bites that adorned your skin. They stood out stark red and purple like a bruise.

Ten remained slouched on the toilet for a couple of moments before removing the condom and tossing it into the trash. He dabbed at his dick with a handful of toilet paper, and then pulled up his underwear and jeans. “So…can I ask you something?”

You fixed your dress. “Sure.”

“Who was that guy?” he inquired with a grin. “The one you obviously wanted to get away from.”

Oh shit you’d forgotten all about Adam! “Oh he—he’s my dumb ex. He jumped stupid at me and I—I wanted to show him that he’s an idiot. That I’m totally over him. I—I’m sorry for getting you involved.”

He laughed as he patted down his hair. “No complaints from my end. I think he got the message though.” Reaching behind you he handed you your panties. “Don’t wanna forget these.”

It was ridiculous to be embarrassed considering what you’d both just done, but you couldn’t help it. You took them from him and pulled them on, keeping your eyes on the ground. “Thanks… Look Ten—”

“I’m hungry,” he said interrupting you. “Have you ever had grilled dried pollack?”

“Um yeah once I think,” you replied uncertainly. “It was pretty tasty.”

Ten motioned behind him. “I know a place that makes it if you wanted to go. And…maybe afterwards we could just hang out. Talk.”

That sounded amazing. “I’d love to. But…”

He picked up on your meaning. “Y/N I sit next to you in all of our art classes. I make conversation with you for no reason. Do you really think I of all people forget my brushes? Honestly I’ve wanted to ask you out for a while but you’ve always seemed…disinterested.”

You were dumbstruck by his admission. “Me?! That’s just my face! You’re the unattainable ingénue or whatever!”

Ten chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. “Oh please the only thing standing between me and being a serious cat dad is having an apartment that allows animals. However, this conversation is pointless. You owe me and I’m collecting…if that’s okay?”

You huffed but couldn’t stop grinning. “It’s perfect.”

The walk from the bathroom to the living room had everyone staring with a few people letting out loud whistles. Adam had disappeared but Amy was there to give you a big thumbs up. You promised to call her later and then let Ten pull you outside into the warm night air, your fingers happily entwined with his.

[jungshookz]

🧦 stocking stuffers: yoongi’s being annoying as per usual

stocking stuffers are basically the holiday equivalent of teeny tidbits :D i just wanted to give you guys a little something to tide you over while you’re waiting for the second drabble! also yes that is a sock emoji there was no stocking emoji sUE ME 

this started off at five hundred words and quickly spiralled into two thousand words but it’s not good enough to stand alone as a proper drabble so i’m counting it as a puny stocking stuffer drabble

pairing; demon!yoongi x y/n

genre; sfw for the most part but there are some suggestive themes because this is demon!yoongi after all <3 

what to expect; “ooh, i love it when you get mouthy with me... it turns me on.” 

wordcount; 2.3k

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“i don’t even know why we’re decorating this stupid thing. we’re going to be throwing it out by the end of the month.” yoongi grumbles, tossing a handful of fake snow onto the tree a little too aggressively before shoving his hand back into the bag

this sucks

when he woke up this morning you told him that you guys would be spending the entire day decorating the apartment for christmas and his morning wood immediately deflated

in fact he’s pretty sure his penis might’ve shrivelled up and died at your words

it doesn’t make any sense

you’re like.,., 25% demon!

you’re supposed to hate christmas because it’s literally the day of christ, but here you are, wearing what has to be the ugliest sweater he’s ever seen in his entire life (it lights up. what kind of a sweater lights up?!) while happily hanging baubles on this poor tree that should be out in nature and definitely not in this apartment  

“oh, cut it out, you grouch.” you scowl playfully, already fully aware as to why yoongi’s so grumpy today, “decorating is fun! and our presents are going to look so pretty under the tree-”

“y/n?” jungkook pokes his head out from the kitchen and you turn to look at him, “i’m gonna need you to help out with the gingerbread house. construction isn’t going great. there’s frosting everywhere and i ate most of the m&ms. and one of the gingerbread men is missing a head because i got hungry.”

“are you seri- i asked you to do one thing, kook-” you frown, jungkook smiling sheepishly before not so subtly popping an m&m into his mouth, “get back in the kitchen! i’ll join you in a second.”

jungkook pops back into the kitchen and you let out a hopeless little sigh before slowly turning to look at yoongi 

he pauses right as he’s about to sprinkle some more snow onto the branches and narrows his eyes at you, “…why are you looking at me like that?”

“will you finish decorating the tree while i help jungkook?” you turn to look at yoongi before pushing your bottom lip out in a pleading little pout, “please?” 

“what?? no way!” yoongi scowls, immediately dropping the bag of fake snow onto the floor with a thump, “the only reason why i agreed to do this was because it’s more bearable when we do it together- i’m not decorating this tree alone, that’s just pathetic-”

“aw, c’mon-”

“i’ll just wait for you to finish with the gingerbread house and then we’ll continue with the tree-”

“but we have to follow my schedule!” you whine, grabbing your notepad off the couch before pointing at the next thing on your list, “see? 1:00 to 2:00 - decorate the tree. 2:00 to 2:30 - hang the lights out on the balcony- and it’s already 1:30, yoon-”

“for the love of-” yoongi huffs, “okay, fine! fine, i’ll- i’ll decorate the damn tree alone.” yoongi snatches the box of baubles from you but the faintest of smiles twitches at his mouth when you lean in to squish an appreciative kiss to his cheek

the thought of completely burning the tree down while you’re gone briefly flits through his mind but he squashes that thought quickly

he’ll be good for you 

he can behave!

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“don’t eat the gum drops, i’ll be right-” you step out of the kitchen and your eyes widen to the size of saucers when you see yoongi floating in mid-air, carefully wrapping the christmas lights around the tree, “yoongi!” you hiss quietly, hurrying over to him before reaching up and wrapping your fingers around his ankle, “yoongi, what the hell are you doing-?!”

“i’m wrapping the damn tree in these lights and we don’t have a ladder-” yoongi wobbles a little when you give him another harsh yank and he glances down to see you looking warily at the kitchen door

heh

you’re... anxious.

he can feel wafting it in the air and it smells so good

maybe he can have a little bit of fun with this…

“so use a chair or something! yoongi, i thought we agreed that if jungkook was here that you wouldn’t do anything non-humany-!” you jump when yoongi suddenly drops the pile of lights into your arms before lying back and folding his arms behind his head

oh god

he’s not going to get down anytime soon

also the only reason why you haven’t told jungkook about the fact that yoongi is most definitely not from this world is because he would pass out from complete and utter petrification

you don’t know how he’s going to be able to handle a spawn of satan when the man is scared of fruit flies!!!!

you’re planning to keep everything a secret until the day you die

(you’re also hoping that the day you pop one of yoongi’s babies out that it doesn’t come out with tiny red horns on its head because you feel like jungkook wouldn’t take that very lightly)

“down. now!” you snap, bending down to set the lights down on the ground so you can go and follow yoongi, “i’m serious, yoongi!” 

“oh, relax.” yoongi sighs, “he’s in the kitchen, we’re in the living room…” you frown disapprovingly when he tilts his head back so that his face is right in front of yours before flashing you a grin, “now, why don’t you wipe that frown off your face and give me a kiss?” he purses his lips obnoxiously and squawks when you shovE your face into his hand

hey!

rude!!

“i’m not going to give you anything until you get down-”

“aw, but decorating the apartment would be so much easier if you just let me do my thing!” yoongi pushes himself all the way up so that he’s next to the ceiling fan, “i can even do some much needed dusting while i’m up here!”

“min yoongi, if you don’t get down right now-” you hop up onto the couch and reach up to grab his foot onLY for yoongi to pull his legs up and cross them, “you know exactly what you’re doing, you sadistic freak-”

“ooh, i love it when you get mouthy with me,” yoongi wiggles his eyebrows, chuckling to himself when you start hopping up and down to try to get closer to him, “it turns me on.”

“that means nothing to me because you get turned on by everything-” you grumble, your fingers barely brushing over his ankle as you keep trying to grab him, “like that one time you were watching me eat ice cream-”

“uhhhh, excuse me-” yoongi scoffs, rolling his eyes, “there was white cream dripping down your chin. obviously i got turned on-”

“hey, if you come down now, i promise to do that thing that you said you wanted to do…” you offer, looking up at yoongi with wide eyes before clasping your hands together, “c’mon… isn’t that a good deal?”

yoongi shakes his head and sticks his tongue out at you, “nice try, you scammer. i’m not falling for that again-”

your shoulders immediately drop and you watch helplessly as he floats over so that he’s near the kitchen door

you really wished that inheriting some of yoongi’s aura gave you the power to float as well

all it gave you was the ability to sometimes make your eyes go black

suRE your stamina in bed has improved significantly and you can keep your engine running from sunset to sunrise but that’s not as cool as FLOATING in mid-air

“do not.” you shoot yoongi a glare when he makes a motion to open the kitchen door

“what if i…” yoongi grins, pretending to knock against the door, “oh, look at your face! you don’t like that, do you? you poor, helpless little thing...” he coos, rolling over onto his back with a laugh

oh god

you haTE THIS

“you know i-” your heart practically drops out of your ass when the door suddenly swinGs open and jungkook steps out with frosting all over his hands

“okay, i know you said not to touch anything, but one of the walls were starting to droop so i thought i’d reinforce it with a little more frosting, buT i squeezed too hard and the bag exploded-”

you swallow thickly when yoongi lowers himself a little all while maintaining strong eye contact with you, propping his chin up on his palm before the corners of his mouth turn up in a grin

you ball your hands into tight fists when yoongi blinks and his pupils turn into thin red slits

great! now his creepy demon eyes are out!

okay

you know what?

it’s fine

relax!

you know he’s taunting you on purpose but it’s not like he’s actually going to do anything-

“DON’T-!” you jump off the couch when yoongi wiggles his fingers directly above jungkook’s head, a couple tendrils of his hair starting to float upwards

“okay, jeez!” jungkook raises both hands in defence before scoffing lightly, “i said i’d offer to help clean up but since you obviously don’t want my help then maybe you can get yoongi to help-“ jungkook pauses, glancing over by the tree, “hey, where’d he go? i heard his voice like a second before i came out-”

“he’s dead!” you blurt out, jungkook’s eyes widening immediately

(improvisation has never been one of your strong suits)

yoongi lies down on his back before crossing his arms over his chest and closing his eyes, all while floating mere inches above jungkook’s head 

“i mean… he’s… dead-finitely in the washroom.” you correct yourself, trying to hide the complete and utter angeR on your face when yoongi peels open one eye before turning his head and blowing a silent kiss at you, “because he… had to pee. like any other normal human being does when their bladder is full.” 

“that was a very... non-human being way to answer a question.” jungkook snorts, “what’s wrong with you?”

“i just... don’t want you to get your grubby frosting hands anywhere!” you clear your throat, letting out a sheepish chuckle before rushing over to jungkook, “why don’t you start cleaning up and i’ll join you in a sec?”

“but my hands are still covered in frosting-”

“uh-huh, sounds good!” you slap your hands down on jungkook’s shoulders before spinning him around and practically shoVing him back into the kitchen

you close the door before looking up so you can grab yoongi by the collar and pull him-  

?

yoongi is… no longer there. 

the christmas lights on the tree flicker before buzzing out 

okay

so he wants to play games, does he?

“yoongi?” you spin around quickly before walking forwards cautiously, carefully inspecting every inch of the room for any sign of your nightmare of a boyfriend

you jump in surprise when a bauble suddenly falls off the tree and bounces on the floor before rolling over to your feet 

“you think you’re so funny, don’t you?” you mumble, bending down to pick it up before gently placing it down on the coffee table 

i’m fucking hilarious, baby. i like to think that’s part of the reason as to why you love me so much. 

“what the-!” you jolt at the sound of yoongi’s voice suddenly echoing in your head 

the last time he was in your head like this was when you summoned him for the first time which was definitely a while ago 

you forgot how weird it was to hear his voice inside your head

“i certainly don’t love you right now, i can say that for sure.” you grumble, “it’s safe to say that i actually hate you right now-” 

you look really sexy when you’re mad at me. why don’t you meet me in the bathroom for a quickie? jungkook will never know. i’ll even cover your mouth with my hand so he won’t hear anything.

you look over quickly when the door to the guest bathroom suddenly creaks open 

ahA 

“yeah, i’ll meet you in the bathroom... to kick your ass-” you storm over, kicking the door open only to see that there’s no one in there, “and then when i’m done kicking your ass, i’m gonna kick your ass again-”

ooh, are we finally experimenting with pain now? i can definitely get into that. i can use your bobby pins as makeshift nipple clamps. 

“you are infuriating!” you snap, placing your hands on your hips and looking up at the ceiling 

you know that being playful is just part of yoongi’s nature but good GOD 

sometimes you just want to strangle him

and not in the kinky way 

at this point it looks like you’re going to have to pull out what might be the most predictable trick in your book but you’re desperate here

you need to sort this out before jungkook comes out to see you talking to yourself like a crazy person 

yeah, that’s right. keep thinking about how annoying i am and how much that pisses you off. angry sex is super hot. 

“oh yeah?” you stroll towards the middle of the living room, taking your time to do so, “you think so?” 

hell yeah. i want you to be on top, too. i love the view.  

“i’ll do... whatever you want me to do...” you trail off, eyes flickering around the room for any sign of movement, “but if you don’t come out in the next five seconds, it’s just going to be you and your hand for the next five days- oh-!” 

it’s only a second later that you’re suddenly being pummelled into from behind

you definitely would’ve fallen face first onto the floor if it wasn’t for yoongi wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, “finally! there you are-” 

“depriving me of sex during the holidays??” yoongi whines, digging his fingers into your waist, “now look who’s being the asshole-”

see??

oldest trick in the book but it still works like a charm :’) 

christmas with cee 2020 masterlist

[stopbeingrude]

Hi guys , how are you doing ? I hope you had at least a decent day. I was really surprised by how many people were interested in my story. (blush) Im so glad As promised, here's chapter 2 ,, I like the rain, it always seemed like the only thing that was like me…" Chapter 2. ,,Thank you for being here" Juvia looked at the object in her hands that she found while packing for their trip to Tempeville. A tiny umbrella , white with smiling suns printed on it .She remembered vividly the exact moment Jerry had handed it to her. - "Here, this is for you, I couldn't bear to hear you whining anymore,"- said the golden-haired man, handing the little girl his gift. -'' I've told you many times, that in time you would be able to control the rain around you. It's normal for water to behave strangely around water mages, and I had a problem with it too….- said Jerry. The man thought for a moment, then added. -..I'm pretty sure I told you how I nearly drowned my ex girlfriend….I told you, right?.. "- little girl nodded-"...Of course I did…haha..If only you could see that bitc...yh...lady's face….Where was I at again?............Oh right!... If only you were just a bit more patient, little froggy.." -"I told you not to call me that, you dummy! "- shouted the seemingly angry Juvia. It was obvious that she wasn't angry, but if those were supposed to be birthday wishes , then that this old slacker could have tried a little harder. -''Oi! Brat....I'm trying my best to wish you a happy birthday and you act like this? -" What kind of birthday wishes are these supposed to be!?- the girl exclaimed. -..Unbelievable! Young people these days are so ungrateful….Ugh .."- he complained, but eventually gave up. -" Heh... Alright….Im sorry... Happy Birthday Juju…- he said with a grin. He couldn't stay angry with his baby for too long. - "...I wish you happiness, health,...I hope you'll grow up to be a decent and intelligent woman ... because remember this..., it's not how you look that counts, it's what's in your head…. - the man poked her forehead lightly, causing the girl to giggle. Despite the tough character of her ..guardian ...? I guess you could call him that… despite his difficult sense of humour and his biting remarks, she knew that she was important to him, just as he was important to her. He just had a strange way of showing affection... Juvia laughed lightly despite a few tears that flowed from her sapphire eyes. It was for moments like this , she's been able to endure the bullying of other children , she knew that every sad experience ended with a visit from Jerry. Every visit ended with one of his strange ideas that always put a smile back on her face, like that one time he took her out for hot dogs at 10pm. Juvia was never able to forget the look on the orphanage ladies' faces when Jerry walked her back at 1 am. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice when her fiancé appeared in their bedroom. -" I've never seen this one…"- he pointed at the umbrella- ''.. I'm guessing it's a special one then" -he stated, handing her tea. - "Thank you... "- she took a sip-"...Yes you're right... actually it was a present for my birthday. HE gave it to me…" After packing the last things, they both sat down on the bed. Neither of them was quite sure how to start a conversation. Gray didn't like the strange atmosphere that had prevailed in their apartment since yesterday. But most of all he did not like how distant Juvia seemed to be. That wasn't his Juvia. Devil Slayer rested his head on her shoulder. When Blue-haired woman began to gently stroke his hair, he immediately relaxed . He missed that... After what for him felt like ages , she decided to speak. -"Juvia is sorry that she didn't tell you anything...Juv….. I was just trying to forget about it... it's not like I don't trust you....Please don't be angry…"-she said in an uncertain voice. -"I'm not angry at you….I'm just a little disappointed...I thought you felt comfortable enough with me to tell me everything…"- he admitted. It was silly to admit , but he didn't

like the fact that Juvia wouldn't tell him something. He knew that everyone had the right to have their own secrets, but his desire to find out what was in her head was much stronger. After a while he decided to ask her more - "Is there anything else you haven't told me about yourself?" He needed to know. -" No. Everything else is true…About my childhood, about Phantom Lord...and mostly about my parents..." …………………………. -".........What happened to your parents...?"- he asked quietly. He contemplated for a moment whether he should ask her this question. After all, he didn't know what kind of reaction this would cause.. -" My mother died when I was about 2 years old.... I don't know who my father was... Jerry said he never met him…about my mother.."- Juvia looked as if she was thinking very hard about something, and after a moment she added-"..Jerry once told me that even she couldn't remember who he exactly was….not that she cared about it or about being pregnant …"- said Juvia weirdly. Wait , what? -"..L-let me get this straight…...you're trying to tell me….that she didn't really care that she got pregnant...and that she wasn't even trying to look for your father? ' Wait, what !?' -….ymm... that's....." - the man persistently tried to choose the right words. He did not want to offend his fiancée's mother by any means (If not for her , Juvia wouldn't be there in the first place, so she obviously deserved to be at least respected)....But everything Juvia had mentioned sounded...How to put it?...Concerning? -" It's not normal... I know... you don't have to hold back Darling- she said with a slight smile- "Her name was Eliana and apparently she was always like...that..., she was...well DIFFERENT.."- that's how Jerry would always describe her-"....She didn't really care about anything, she didn't talk too much, she rarely showed any kind of emotion....She was one big secret, even for him. Juvia never fully got it. Why would she be like that with the person she supposedly was…… ..ymm…..Close.?"- he didn't miss the way she said the last word, but he kept quiet about it. After all ,the relationship between two strangers wasn't his business. Gray decided to change the subject a bit. -"You know..., I think it's really great of him to take care of both of you.…"-despite the fact that the night before Gray had felt a lot of anger towards the aforementioned man, right now he was grateful that he had taken both ladies under his care.- "He must have been an amazing person. It really sounds like you are telling me about some hero or saint"- ice mage smiled - "He was "- said blunette with a smile - "I will always be grateful to him...But Saint ? No, no ,no...That's probably too much of an exaggeration." - she added with a giggle. Gray was glad that she was laughing again, he couldn't help but laugh a little too. They are slowly returning to normalcy... - "He was the laziest, most stubborn man you could find on this planet….He was untactful , brutally honest and worst of all, sometimes he could be so awfully mean and grumpy , especially when it was Tuesday...Juvia never got that...why Tuesday?….Dear God , he could be so unbearable...."- Juvia stopped for a moment, then smiled playfully.- "Honestly you two are pretty similar in that case" - "Ekhem....So.. you're suggesting that I'm mean and grumpy ? Oh ..Alright... I'll remember that when you want something from me..."- Gray said, pretending to be offended and trying hard not to smile. Juvia laughed loudly, then wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a sweet kiss on his lips. After Jerry disappeared, she was sure she would never get attached to anyone again. She didn't want to suffer more. But as we all know, life likes to surprise us, and "never" is not eternal. First she met Gajeel , with whom, by some strange coincidence, she found a connection. Funny, considering how different they were. Even then a quiet voice in her head, similar to Jerry's, whispered to her to not get too attached….that it didn't make sense. On that day, for the first time in her

life, she decided to ignore it, and thanks to that, she gained a wonderful friend. The same situation happened again after she met Gray and Fairy tail. The insistent voice kept reminding her of the past. 'Just because you've miraculously found a friend who hasn't left you, doesn't mean that it will happen again...' 'So what if he stopped your rain, one day you'd be able to deal with it by yourself…..Besides, don't you remember what happened the last time you felt something for a guy? It's just stupid, meaningless crush, just get over it....' But as time passed and she became more and more attached to the guild mates, more and more in love with Gray..... The voice in her head gradually faded and after a while the only sound she heard was the laughter of her loved ones. Despite the suffering of the past, Juvia no longer regretted anything. She would go through it even 100 more times, just to be happy with her new family. -"Oi ! - she felt Gray lightly tap her nose- Juvs don't fall asleep, we have a train in about two hours….. Remember? "- he asked amused - "You're right! Juvia's sorry, she got lost in her thoughts…" ****************************************** - "Are you going on a mission ?" asked Mira Jane cheerfully, as the couple informed her of their departure. Gray didn't necessarily want to share with her the reason for their trip. After all, it was a rather sensitive topic. - "Yyyy it's more like..... a..vacation...?...Right Juvia?"- he turned to his fiancée - "Oh!....Yes, yes..."- nodded the woman. The barmaid looked at them with a huge smile. She still couldn't quite believe that these two were finally together.… - "In that case I wish you a wonderful time, lovebirds" - she giggled as she saw them both turning red. - "Ooh vacation? That's awesome, wish you a great time guys." -they heard Lucy's voice behind them. - "They are such a beautiful couple."- added Erza proudly-" I can't believe that our Gray has grown so much..I hope you'll have an amazing vacation." - '"I also wish you an amazing time'' -said Wendy happily. -Ohhh..young love…- sang Happy, flying over their heads. - " And where are you two going anyway?"- asked Natsu curiously while finishing his lunch. - "We decided to visit my hometown,"- said Juvia. Her friends didn't need to know more... - "Oh cool..Where is it?" -continued Natsu. He never really thought much about where his guild-mate came from.. -" I don't think that's your business Flame-brain. Besides you probably wouldn't know where it is anyway." -said Gray, slightly annoyed. He was slowly starting to get on his nerves. Why does Natsu always have to meddle in things that are not his own? - "I asked Juvia ,not you Icy-pants" said Natsu teasingly. Jeez what's wrong with Droopy eyes today , he just asked a simple question. - "Calm down both of you "- said Lucy. She didn't like where this conversation was going. -'' Lucy is right, there is no point in arguing....Natsu if you really want to know, Juvia was born in the town of Tempeville, in the south - said Juvia, trying to calm down quickly. - "Oh, I've never heard of that place," Natsu said, surprised. Looks like there's a lot of towns he didn't know about. - "See, I told you so,"- said Gray. "Now if you'll excuse us, we have a train to catch. So let's get going… - "Hey Lucy, Happy, let's go with them...I'd like to see what that place is like "- said Natsu suddenly, dragging the blonde with him. His girlfriend looked at him in horror. 'Natsu, what are you thinking? Are you trying to ruin their trip?' - "The hell?! "- shouted Gray. And then he thought that everything was going well…'Please no….' - "Natsu, that's their private vacation! "- exclaimed Lucy, knowing very well that they should leave the couple alone- "Besides, they said they have a train coming soon!" -"Then let's go , we have to get ready quickly…...!" "LEAVE US ALONE !!' - desperate Gray shouted as loud as he could, unintentionally focusing the attention of practically the entire guild. They all looked at him, disapproval clearly written on

their faces. - "Gee..Buddy..you don't have to be so rude," - said Max. - "My God… what's with you?- whispered Lisanna - "Exactly Gray, what kind of behavior is that? "- Erza asked in a stern tone- "If you don't want Natsu to come with you, just tell him politely. The Devil Slayer wanted to disappear... It wasn't supposed to be like this. He turned his gaze towards his fiancée, silently asking for any kind of rescue. However, he was met with the same horrified gaze. After a moment, the girl bowed her head slightly and said to the rest of the guild. -"Everyone , please forgive us, especially Gray. I don't know what's going on with him lately...." - ' Huh ?'- Gray must have heard that wrong….There is no way... -"....He's been very tired and stressed lately, probably because of work, that's why we decided to go on vacation…..Juvia didn't know what to do...." said Juvia, brilliantly pretending to be distraught. 'Stop making me out to be some kind of aggressive freak,' Gray shouted in his mind 'Juvia is sorry but this is kinda your fault'- thought blunette , while taking a look at her lover. - "Relax Juvia, you don't have to apologize to us... To be honest Natsu tried to force his way into your trip" - said Lucy, looking at her partner with an annoyance. - Sorry Juvia….-said the pink haired boy meekly-"...but the ice princess can kiss my ass. I won't apologize to him.." -he added quietly. - "It honestly sounds like an excuse to leave you alone so you can shag in peace" -said Cana under her breath. She wanted to add something else but then she felt a murderous gaze of the black-haired man and decided to shut up. -"True!"- added Gajeel, receiving a look full of indignation from his best friend. -"That's so MANLY" - "How could you blame them though….." -laughed Macao. -"GOODBYE !" - shouted Fullbuster blushing furiously ,as he headed straight to the door, dragging his equally embarrassed lover with him. As they walked towards the train station, dragging their suitcases behind them, blunette suddenly asked… - "Did you really do this...to be all alone with me....?" asked Juvia innocently. Oh how she loved teasing him like that... -"JUVIA ?! "- At this point Gray was close to having a heart attack. A very amused girl could not stop laughing for a while , until they got on the train and they sat down in one of the wagons. Their journey has just begun. ****************************************** Very random/ unnecessary bonus . Remember this, Lovelies! Never doodle under the influence of alcohol, you will get wierd ideas lol. ,, Do you see this sh*t Juvia? People are fighting over fictional characters… Humanity really is getting dumber and dumber...."

[corysmiles]

If you're still looking for prompts, can I ask for a tiny Philza and a big Techno? So you know how Techno has ADHD and with ADHD comes hyperfixations? well, the prompt is that Techno's current hyperfixation is about borrowers, like he is OBSESSED!(it's worse than the potato wars) Phil is a borrower that finds humans completely fascinating, especially Techno. Chaos ensues (you decide) (also, I kinda of found a similar idea on my dash and that sparked this)

YES YES YES YES

t!Phil g!Techno fluff

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Borrowers were completely fascinating to Techno, the young man spent hours studying and learning about them. He had shelves of books on them and their culture and even was majoring in borrower studies.

Ever since he had found out about the tiny people who hid in houses all across the world there was barely any time they weren’t on his mind.

No matter what he was doing his brain always liked making connections to the small beings.

So when he found evidence that one might be living in his own house he was more than ecstatic.

He was making coffee when he first noticed the small footprints left in the dust of his cabinet. At first he thought it was just a mouse until he spotted a hole in the wall with a small piece of fabric covering it.

A borrower must have been there.

Excitedly Techno started putting things out for his (hopefully) new friend. Who could blame him if the cabinet doors were always just a little bit open, or bags of food were let conveniently unsealed, he just wanted to meet the borrower living with him.

It was a late night when the man finally caught sight the borrower he had been trying to meet for weeks. He was studying for a test on borrower biology when he heard a quiet shuffling from his bookshelf.

Quietly, as to not scare whatever it was he walked over and caught a glimpse of a green cloak before it quickly dashed away into the wall.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” Techno mumbled, “If that’s what you’re worried about.”

He sat there for a couple more minutes and when there was still no sign of the borrower he sighed and returned to his desk.

This continued for the next few weeks, every hour or so he swore he saw glimpses of green out of the corner of his eye or tiny dashes of movement from within his room. It was like he was being watched or studied.

He didn’t mind it really, he just wished he’d actually get to meet whoever it was instead of just having them spy on him.

Sometimes he’d even talk out loud to himself when he was extra certain the borrower was watching.

“I’m Techno by the way,” he huffed out, “It’d be nice to meet you...I think you guys are really cool...”

As always he was met by dead silence.

It was a bit disappointing that this was the closest Techno would probably ever getting to meeting a borrower but he’d take what he could get.

This all changed though when one day one of his dogs ran into his room happily and pawed at his seat where he was studying.

“What is it Floof I’m stu-“ Techno paused as he noticed the dog was proudly holding something in its mouth.

Something green.

“Oh god spit that out!” Techno yelped as he grabbed the dogs collar and desperately tried to free the borrower from its jaws.

After a few moments he had the cloaked borrower cupped in his hands and a very grumpy dog.

“Oh jeez, are you okay?” he asked as he placed the borrower on his desk.

(His studies had told him borrowers didn’t like to be held without permission)

The cloaked borrower shook and wiped some of the saliva off of them self before nodding to the human. At least they weren’t that hurt Techno thought, although their whole body shook in fear.

“I’m fine...I’m fine,” the borrower whispered finally, “thank you for saving me.”

Techno smiled at the small person and nodded, “It’s my pleasure. It’s nice to finally meet my roommate after so long heh?”

The borrower chuckled lightly and pulled off its soaked green cloak. The tiny man had long blond hair braided into a ponytail in the back and brown patchwork clothes of fabrics from all around Techno’s house.

“Yeah, I could say the same for you... though I didn’t think our little game would end like this,” the borrower laughed slyly, “I’m Phil, by the way.”

Techno felt his heart swell at the introduction. He couldn’t believe he was finally meeting a real borrower, not looking at pictures or studying their culture. He was talking to one that not only had he saved, but also lived in his house.

“You’re so cool,” Techno felt himself mumble involuntarily causing the borrower to chuckle.

“You’re very fascinating yourself mate,” Phil said, “Yaknow most humans don’t really care about us.”

Techno shrugged nonchalantly, “I just think you guys are cool, there’s nothing weird about that...”

The borrower tilted his head to the side, “I never said it was weird mate. I’ve been doing my own research on you for a while now. I’ve never been able to get that close to a person before safely.”

Techno’s eyes widened at the idea that he was just as fascinating to the borrower as the borrower was to himself. Of course he knew he’d been watched by Phil for a while, but he didn’t know that the small man actually found him interesting.

“Oh...that’s good,” Techno mumbled awkwardly, “You’re not going to uh...you’re not gonna leave right? Because I read before that when you get caught you leave and I don’t wanna force you or anything but I’d be very happy if you stayed and maybe we could be like uh roommates or just friends or just, I don’t know, we-“

Phil waved his hands at the sputtering human to get him to stop and smiled kindly.

“I’m not gonna leave mate,” he said softly causing the human to grin, “We only leave if the humans are a threat, and you’re obviously not.”

Techno nodded quickly and the small smile returned to his face.

“I’m- I’m really glad,” Techno replied, “And I promise to make sure my pets are more well-behaved from now on.”

Phil laughed and gazed down at his saliva-stained clothes, “I sure hope so.”

Techno muttered out a weak apology that made the borrower wheeze with laughter. The two sat next to each other and talked with intense fascination for an hour before the borrower finally returned to his place in the walls.

A roommate had never really sounded nice to Techno before, but for Phil he’d make an exception.