#crying stomping chomping

[bun-lapin]

hiya! i saw requests are open so I wanted to request something platonic/silly like game night at ramshackle with the first years?

Hello! Thanks for the request! I had a lot of fun with this prompt but I once again went a bit overboard and probably wrote too much. I decided to experiment with the format a bit as well. Sorry that it took a little bit to finish! Hopefully this is what you were asking for! <3

CW: humor, platonic friendships, just a generally silly time (is this considered a crack fic??)

You walk down the dim hallway, carefully balancing a wooden tray loaded with various snacks and cans of juice in your hands. As you enter the warmly lit lounge, you smile at the lively sight of your fellow first years sitting on Ramshackle Dorm’s antique sofas and chairs and excitedly shouting at each other from across the room. You set the tray of snacks on the low table in the middle of the room as Jack stands up from his seat to address the room. He holds a small cardboard box filled with folded scraps of paper in his hands and announces, “Alright, so now that we’ve finally decided on the teams, is everyone ready to start?” He turns his head to look at each team in turn. The teams are Ace with Epel, Jack with Deuce, Sebek with Ortho, and you with Grim.

Everyone in the room nods and yells affirmatively. Jack grins and declares, “Then let’s get this game of charades started!”

Round 1: Ace ❤️ and Epel 🍎

Epel picks out a paper from the box with a pleasant smile on his face. He reads his selection and his smile immediately drops into an expression of outraged annoyance.

He tries to quickly make another selection but Jack calls out, “Hey! You’re not allowed to pick a new phrase once you’ve read it!” Jack starts the timer and shouts, “Two minutes starting now!”

Epel begins flapping his arms wildly in the air. He occasionally takes a break from flapping to throw his arms in a wide, circular motion over his head. While he’s doing this, he’s also strutting around and bobbing his head back and forth.

Everyone cracks up laughing at Epel’s performance. Ace tries extremely hard to not laugh and puts all of his focus on concentrating on his guesses because time is quickly running out. “Is it some kind of bird? Chicken! Duck!” Ace keeps yelling out random bird species until the timer finally rings.

Epel’s starts yelling and stomping around, “AH CONSARN IT! WUT IN TARNATION WAS THAT?! IT WAS ‘POSED TA BE A PEACOCK!”

Epel and Ace’s phrase was “Pretty Peacock”. Everyone except Epel dies laughing when they find out.

Round 2: Jack 🐺 and Deuce ♠️

Deuce picks out a paper from the box. As soon as he reads it, he looks unbearably confused and conflicted.

Just standing in silence, Deuce puts his head in his hands and everyone exchanges slightly concerned glances. After a silent minute passes, Ace picks up the timer hesitantly, saying, “Uhhh, I’m going to start the timer now.”

Deuce immediately looks panicked and starts waving his arms and legs in random directions. It is extremely evident to everyone that he has no idea how to act out the phrase.

Jack looks just as confused as everyone else and doesn’t even try to make any guesses.

With ten seconds left, Deuce’s panic kicks into overdrive and he resorts to just pointing aggressively at Jack until the timer rings out.

Sinking to the floor in defeat, Deuce silently hands the paper to Jack.

Reading aloud, Jack says, “Lone Wolf?” He looks at everyone with an incredibly offended expression on his face. “Did one of you set that up?” Somehow everyone looks a little guilty.

Round 3: Sebek 🐊 and Ortho 🤖

Ortho picks out a paper looking very calm and collected. After reading his selected phrase, he lightly laughs and says, “This should be easy enough to act out. I’ve been developing my acting skills in the Film Research Club, after all.” The timer is started.

Putting both arms to one side, he brings them together and apart a few times in a chomping kind of motion. Next, Ortho acts out a crying motion, putting special emphasis on tracing imaginary tears down his cheeks.

After watching Ortho run through these motions a few more times, everyone in the room comes to the same conclusion that Ortho is acting out the phrase “Crocodile Tears”. However, Sebek doesn’t hear the rest of the room come to a whispered consensus because he is shouting out an uninterrupted stream of guesses at an extremely loud volume.

Almost loud enough to shake the room, he shouts, “It’s a dragon! Something with a powerful bite like that must be a dragon! Ortho! It’s a dragon!” Sebek continues in this way, never guessing anything else, until the time finally runs out.

Looking absolutely defeated and done with everything, Ortho flatly states, “The phrase was Crocodile Tears.” Everyone, except Sebek and Ortho, cheers and laughs.

Round 4: Grim 🐱 and You 🦐

You pick a phrase from the box while Grim brags to the rest of the room that he’s going to be able to guess it in under five seconds. After reading your selection, your face breaks out into a big, secretive grin and you ask for the timer to be started.

As the timer ticks away, you simply stand there looking at Grim and don’t make any movements. Everyone glances at each other looking very confused.

With almost half your time passed, Grim starts yelling and waving his arms angrily in the air, “Myaaah! What’re you doing hench-human?! Do something!!” As Grim waves his arms, you suddenly begin moving and copy his movements. Grim moves his legs, his arms, jumps up and down, and you perfectly mimic his every motion.

With only fifteen seconds left on the timer, Grim yells out in frustration, “Mrrrgh!! Quit it! Stop being such a copy cat!”

You throw your hands in the air and, just before the timer rings, you shout, “You got it!”

With a smug smile on your face and your shoulders shaking with barely contained laughter, you show everyone your paper with the phrase “Copy Cat” written on it.

#request writing #twst #twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst first years #ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmier #ortho shroud #sebek zigvolt #twst grim #twst x reader #fluff and humor #bun-lapin écrit

[eldritch-spouse]

Oh no, I drank a mysterious potion out of curiosity and now I'm ten inches tall. What will the clergy boys do?

You're tiny 🤏

Morell is so scared you're going to like... Fall into one of his pots and end up boiled to death. Nuh huh, you're staying in his smock's pocket. Or in his scarf. He doesn't want you running lose around his kitchen, you'll get cut, you'll get stomped, not happening. On the other hand, the chef would like some distance, because it would be so easy to just gobble you up and his intrusive thoughts are being merciless right now.

Gallon has a whole lot of fun pretending to dip you into drinks. You're only allowed to walk around the counter if you stick right in front of him. Otherwise he'll make a tendril just to hold you throughout the day. He's absolutely still going to try to trap you inside himself. It's much easier now! Although he doesn't want you to panic due to the size difference.

Santi is drooling. Oh sweet minx, you're going all sorts of ways. Santi's going to try to shove you into his slit, and it's not a bright idea. He wants you to hug his cock and kiss it and talk about how big he is. He wants to cum on you just to watch it drip off your body like hot wax. Santi needs to eat you out and stick your entire lower body in his mouth. He's so ready to have you grind on his finger, just drunk off the possibilities.

Grimbly... Is panicking. He's supposed to be the small one! Oh no. Everyone's going to try to take you away from him now that you're doll sized!! Grimbly tells you to hold onto his horns while he works, hissing violently whenever anyone gets too close and generally avoiding conversation with clients- Which is uncharacteristic. Maybe the bat likes being able to have you all to himself without effort, but it's not meant to be this way.

Nebul is perplexed. This will require some adaptation, for sure. Small as you are, he might as well get a container for you. A cage? No, don't look at him like that, he'll furnish it accordingly. Purpur is not allowed to touch you because he will crush you accidentally and cry himself to death. The wraith has to be much much lighter with punishments, but loves making you put on a tiny show for him while he strokes himself off. You're adorable.

Patches is more annoyed than anything. You can't just drink anything you find, are you nuts?! Stay on his desk, please. The dullahan unfortunately gets very distracted from his work and makes several breaks just to find an excuse to hold you, sometimes brushing pens against you, dislodging your clothes, tipping you over just so he can see your undies- Stitches has no hesitation in throwing you into his pants.

Vinnel is having such a grand old time! Ooooh boy, where's he going to put his dolly next? Oh, how about this very tall shelf. Sheesh poppet, how will make it down now, hm? He throws you in the air a little, only to catch you and do it again. You're stroked and pressed to orgasm several times until you've soaked his hand in your fluids, until you're crying for him to stop, and he's palming himself like a mutt to the show. You've also been sentenced to dress up dolly time forever now.

Belo is consumed by worry. Dear Krulu, you're so fragile like this! He needs to keep you safe at all times. Hold onto his head, his halo, please just don't let go of him, you can get lost or swiped or kicked and Belo wouldn't forgive himself if something happened to you. He wants to cut food into tiny pieces just so he can watch you try to chomp at it with his big old lavender eyes.

Sybastian puts you in his mouth. Immediately. No thoughts no questions just mouf. It's not exactly the best scent in the world, but you're very safe there, he won't swallow you. The mimiclings are thrilled about this and they will carry you everywhere behind Syb when he can't hold you himself. When alone, he's still going to lick you all over and try to make you grind on his tongue.

Fank-e squeals so high he breaks his voice box and probably deafens you a little. You're SO CUTE. Do a little dance! For him, please? You're staying in his torn up top the whole day while he speeds around, occasionally stopping to pet you, give you sips from drinks and presenting you to everyone he knows like a wet cat. Haha, look at my meow meow- He will still pin you on his palm and vibrate his thumb until you're squeaking and squealing.

Krulu sighs. You're already so small, this is just added insult. Fortunately, or unfortunately, you're sentenced to the role of a shoulder corvid, hanging off the protrusions near his clavicles or passed around between six hands like a toy. You're pretty useless at this size, so he makes sure that you stay within a safe range from him. The higher will shrink meals and pretend to be annoyed, but in reality, his lower eye is constantly darting to you and his lips twitch up sometimes. Precious.

#Morell oc #Gallon oc #Vinnel oc #Nebul oc #Belo oc #Patches oc #Santi oc #Grimbly oc #Sybastian oc #Fank-e oc

[littlebouncybunnie]

Little Alastor HCs

SFW

No spoilers in this one, just Al

♡ Regresses to about 3-4

☆ Despite this, he still uses pacifiers

♡ His main caregiver was Rosie for a long time, but after a while Lucifer found out and also became one of his caregivers

♡ He loses the radio filter on his voice, and goes back into his Louisianan accent

♡ His shadow stays out more often and portrays his emotions

☆ If he's happy, Shadow is grinning and letting out quiet "barks" if you can call them that

☆ If he's excited to see Rosie, Shadow is zooming circles around her

☆ If he's sad, Shadow is sad, ears drooping, and whimpering

♡ With Alastor's ability to grow in size and become giant, I think it's safe to assume he can also shapeshift to become smaller to fit his regressed age

♡ This little fawn likes to butt heads both literally and metaphorically

☆ Never with Rosie (Mama)

☆ Always with Lucifer. Little!Alastor likes to argue even over silly stuff. No matter how ridiculous it is, he will double down

☆ Lucifer has picked him up and held him, only for Alastor to greet him with a headbutt. He didn't actually mean any harm by this, it was just deer instinct. And how could Lucifer stay mad at him when he's wagging his little tail?

♡ If he's grumpy, he'll stomp a hoof into the ground, and maybe even paw it a little

♡ He bites, and he bites hard

☆ Lucifer found this out the hard way, reaching down to pat his head, only for his fingers to get chomped on

☆ Again, he never bites Rosie, he's always very well behaved for her, she's his Mama

♡ Snacks Snacks Snacks

☆ He will consume anything and everything

☆ He's not a huge fan of sweets, and if given juice, he actually asks for it to get watered down, which was a shock to Lucifer

☆ After a while Lucifer just started giving him flavored water instead

♡ In child form, he takes walks with Rosie, holding her hand and pretending he's the one escorting her to wherever it is she's going

☆ She always tells him what a little gentleman he is

☆ No one knows it's Alastor, the Radio Demon, Rosie tells them it's her godchild, and usually just refers to him as Al

♡ Due to fawn instincts, if a caregiver gets up and starts walking, he'll just sit there and stay put

☆A couple times, Lucifer has turned around to find him twenty feet away, just sitting down and looking up at him. He's started remembering to explicitly tell him "come on," or "Okay, let's go."

♡ Does not like being told 'No'

☆ Even with Rosie, he'll pout or stomp his little hoof

☆ With Lucifer, he tends to argue back or throw tantrums, but the king is always patient with him, which Alastor isn't used to from a father figure, so he tends to try and push his buttons to see just how patient Lucifer will be with him

☆ One time during a tantrum, Alastor started crying because he just didn't know what else to do about his emotions, and surprising Lucifer, he reached out for him, asking to be picked up. After being picked up and held, it didn't take long for him to fall asleep

♡ He's a stimmy little baby!!

☆ Flappy hands, ear wiggles, wagging tail, jumping, stompy stomps

♡ Lucifer calls him 'Bambi' which he surprisingly took a liking to

♡ A very well spoken little boy, and he will speak his mind

☆ "Mama, today Papa called me Bambi, and I only want him to call me that :) " "Okay, sweetheart, thank you for telling me."

- - -

I had more, but I might put them into a fic instead <3

#sfw age dreamer #sfw age regression #sfw agere #sfw middle space #sfw regression #sfw littlespace #age regression #agere blog #hazbin agere

[avidfics]

Meeting Vi Part 3 (End)

A/N: I promised @lusynea another part to this story, so here is the final part! Don't need to read the other parts: Part 1 Part 2

Summary: Your worst fear has come true. Vi hasn't contacted you since you kissed a week ago. Now Sevika and Jinx convince you to forget about her and it all comes to a head. (some angst, fluff, teasing but a happy ending)

WC: 4k

“That will be-” hiccup! “$10.” With bleary eyes, you wait for your customer to hand over the money for the cupcakes. Not that the older woman seemed to want the goodies anymore as you stood behind the counter with swollen eyes, tear-stained cheeks, and a wavering lip.

Despite your horrid appearance she hands over the money. As she leans over, her necklace peeks through. A slim chain with a teeny picture of her and an elderly man.

“Is that your husband?” your voice croaks, sore from crying.

The woman only gives a faint nod.

Making change for her money your heart tugs. “That’s so sweet.” You didn’t want to cry in front of this grumpy elderly lady, but damn tears were stinging the back of your eyes. “Keep it in, keep it in, you better not cry,” You threatened in your head. But that damn picture kept painfully pulling at your heart.

“Old, wrinkled love is so, so…” your lip trembled as the dam finally broke, “adorable.” Tears streaked down your face as your chest heaved.

“Oh, keep the change!” the women snatches the brown bag and stomps out your bakery.

At any other time, a disgruntled customer would have held more weight, but for the first time in your life you were heartbroken and had zero idea how to deal with the pain.

Your feet drags as you go to your back room and collapse at your desk. It had been a whole week since Vi stormed out of your apartment. The two of you had crossed the line of your friendship and kissed. It was nice. No, a warm bath was nice. That moment was pure bliss straight out of a dream. But just like a dream, it ended. The reality was you didn’t just want sex with Vi - so you told her exactly how you felt. The result? Her getting mad and not speaking to you for a solid week.

Your fears of your friendship ending had been realized. And what had the sexy boxer left you with? A state of sexual frustration and depression. Not a fun combination.

So here you were, huddled alone in your office at the bakery, surrounded by flour and sorrow. Your body shudders at the thought of anyone seeing you in this state.

“I thought I smelled something pathetic.” The low, hard voice has you jumping. You knew that sardonic voice anywhere.

Sevika and Jinx waltz into your back room, looking like the poster for a poorly written cop duo movie, scanning your trainwreck of an office.

Your jaw drops. Jinx always found a way to creep herself into your bakery but Sevika was a whole different story. The women was a walking death machine, and said death machine was biting into one of your cupcakes.

Jinx merrily skips over the scattered baking books laid across the floor. And hops her bum on your desk, swiping away the mountain of used kleenex. “Not to state the obvious, sweet cheeks, but you’re a mess. You can’t let one set of boobs kill your mood.”

Blowing your nose into another kleenex you narrow your eyes at her. “Said “pair of boobs” is your sister, Jinx. And that’s easier said than done. I really cared for that idiot and can’t get her out of my mind.

“How do expect to stop caring when you’ve been sitting here acting miserable.” You jump once again at the sound of Sevika’s voice. She starts eating her second cupcake, but not before looking at the decoration in disgust. “Seriously? Isn’t putting sad faces on these a little on the nose?” she asks before chomping into it.

Normally, you would avoid any conversation with Silco’s number two, but she was ticking you off by eating your cupcakes. “Cut me some slack, I’m trying to get over her.”

Sevika shoots the balled wrapper towards the trash bin, but purposely misses. Her eyes hold a small spark. “Best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.”

��Not to me.” Jinx sings out. “Best way to get over someone is to bury them under me. Six feet under to be exact.”

You were surrounded by lunatics. “Jinx, just a reminder we are talking about your sister. And secondly, I don’t want to hop in bed just to soothe my heart.”

At the gushy sentiment Sevika groans. “Who the fuck is talking about a heart? Fuck someone else and get your dignity back. The little that you had to begin with because best believe Vi ain’t soothing shit except another girl she’s probably fucking at this very moment.”

You ball a used Kleenex in your hand and dare to glare across the room at the brut. An act that likely skimmed ten years off your life. “Vi wouldn’t do that.” The tears take a back seat to the rage that’s building in the back of your throat.

In a surprise twist, Sevika grins at your sharp look. Walking across the room to you, kicking your scattered cookbooks to the side. “But you don’t know that. Shit, known of us do.” She glances at Jinx, and even she shrugs her shoulders, unsure. “So baby get your sorry ass up, because we have some shots to take.”

A million insecurities raced through your mind but your only reply was, “Baby?”

Sevika scoffs. “As in you’re acting like a sorry crybaby who needs to take a hint.”

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Damn it, I need to grow a backbone. You think as you caught a glimpse of yourself in a passing window. Even though it was nighttime in the Undercity, the streetlights casted enough of a glow for you to see the silhouette of the outfit Jinx’s physically forced you into. Literally.

The only item she allowed for you to pick was your top, which was a slightly see-through black shirt with dramatically long sleeves reaching the tips of your fingers but that’s where the modesty stopped. A deep v collar plunged down the shirt, giving anyone with eyes a slither of cleavage. The cool air licked across your exposed legs since the leather mini skirt Jinx found was more like a bandaid. The only satisfied part of your outfit was your knee high platform boots. Or as Jinx called them “the bitch stompers 1000.”

Unfortunately for your deranged friend, there would be zero stomping tonight because your heart had been stomped on enough. As the two of you walked through the underground club, already moving to the music, you looked around to gauge the crowd but one pink head of head freezes you in your tracks, losing Jinx.

God, the sight had you seeing blood red. Vi was here, looking so hot that the girls in the club were panting like dogs, but what made your fist ball was the scantily clad girl hanging onto Vi as if the two of them were opposing side of magnets.

“Yikes, sis.” Jinx appears right next to you, observing the same debauchery as you. You flinch at the sound of her blowing bubbles with her straw into her drink right next to your ear. “I mean kinda proud she’s such a stud but also ew.”

Jinx’s ramblings are tuned out like static. Here you were mopping in your bakery for the past week, feeling like absolute crap, while Vi was having a blast with the local hoes. And sure, that girl might not have been a certified hoe, but that didn’t stop you from wanting to grab the girl by her cheap extensions and drag her across the dance floor.

Your bitch stomping boots were itching to be used.

“I need a shot.” you mumble, storming away. The bar was a mosh pit of thirsty bodies also needing spirits to forget and you was no were close to getting through. An aggressive elbow whacks against your rib, knocking you backwards. Your eyes widen as the height of your boots leads you tumbling backward.

Two sturdy arms wrap around your midsection, halting your fall.

The immediate relief of not falling on your bum makes you laugh.

“That would’ve been the icing on a terrible day, thank you.” The arms slightly tighten as you tug away to face them. And they remain there as you take in the pink hair and bright eyes.

“Vi.” you breathe, shocked. You were back in Vi’s arms and it was everything your heart needed. It was like for the first time this week you were finally centered, could finally breathe. However, past her shoulder you see the same hoe, waiting for Vi on the dance floor and you yank yourself out of her arms. Scoffing at your bad luck, you storm away.

A hand snatches you back. “Woah, woah babe just wait a second, didn’t you want a drink.” Vi’s carefree grin smiles down at you, making your heart clinch. While the mass of people crushed her closer until the two of you were nearly flushed together, molding your bodies together in a way that makes you bite your lip, incredibly tuned on. Her eyes leave a trail of heat as she blatantly checks you out. “Shit, you look hot as fuck.” She quickly scans the room, eyebrow crinkling. “Who you here with?”

Snatching your hand away, you don’t even attempt to hide the anger in your eyes. “Don’t get familiar, Violet.” Storming away in your boots you raise your hand in the air and flip her off.

Walking away felt as liberating as it did wrong. And now you couldn’t even drown your conflicted feelings in booze thanks to that idiot. Jinx’s obnoxious laughter guides you to over to her high table, joking with some acquainted.

“Hey there tits, I mean toots!”

Ugh. “Jinx, how did you get drunk before I did?”

A hush falls over the group just before two shots of liquor are placed in front of you. “So the crybaby was brave enough to make an appearance.” Grabbing both shots you drown them in two gulps and turn around to see Sevika looming over you. “One of those where for me.”

Your frown at the feel of someone watching you. Scanning the room, Vi’s electric eyes nags your attention. Furious didn’t begin to describe how Vi looked at you from across the room. Her signature scowl etched into her beautiful face, lip curled and body tensed as if ready to stomp over to you. Only when her eyes flicker to Sevika standing close to you do you understand. Vi had the nerve to be jealous even as a floozy hung off of her shoulder.

Batting your eyelashes, you smirk up at Sevika. Placing the empty glasses back in her hands you shrug, too blitz already from the alcohol to be fearful. “Opps, guess you’ll have to go and wait in line for another one.”

Sevika scoffs at the suggestion. “Not likely.” With a snap of her fingers, a waiter magically appears with two tumblers of dark liquor. Handing you yet another drink. Inwardly you shrink away at the thought of tasting the dark liquor but outwardly you graciously accept it. Your touch lingers along her fingers as you take it. Sneaking a glance, Vi is no longer visible through the crowd. The alcohol makes your disappointment apparent.

“Guessing you’re trying to make VI jealous?” One hand lifts up your chin. ”But you just had to ask, Y/N, I’ll never pass up the chance to mess with that idiot.” A small part of you was freaking out because holy shit being this close to Sevika was terrifying. But the alcohol didn’t care that you weren’t interested in her, it only knew that you craved Vi’s touch and at this point in the night, you would find another way to salve that hurt.

You closed your eyes, feeling Sevika bend, close enough to smell the last cigarette she smoked. With a steady inhale and exhale, you feel her ghost over your lips but it’s suddenly yanked away and the sharp sound of glass breaking startles your heart. Your eyes widen at the sight of Vi suddenly standing where Sevika stood, chest heaving and eyes lasered in her, who now stands disorientate a few feet away from you as if she had been shoved.

Well there goes your buzz. Appalled, you question Vi’s sanity for messing with Sevika, but she doesn’t share your self-preserving concern. She turns to you with barely controlled rage. She holds your eyes captive with each step she takes. “Don’t get familiar, Violet?’ So now we’re using government names and acting like I didn’t have you squirming with just my thigh between your legs a week ago?” You flush at the vivid reminder. Each step echoes in your heart, urging your flight or fight. So you take off.

Or you try to take off anyway but Vi clutches you back, pressed hard against the round table. “Stop running away,” she demands.

“Oh, so you can but I can’t?” That outburst wasn’t supposed to escape but the damn alcohol was revealing emotions you hadn’t plan on exploring tonight.

“Didn’t know you cared about that, seeing how you’re here having a grand time.”

“Oh the double standard is despicable.” Sevika sharp laughter reminds you this wasn’t a private conversation.

“Crybaby, is this second-rate boxer causing you problems?” Vi’s jaw clenches but she doesn’t address Sevika’s jab. Instead, nicking the tumbler of alcohol from your hand, she inspects with a turned lip as if it had a bad odor and tosses its contents over her shoulder as if dashing away the bad energy. “You don’t like dark liquor. Here, I got your favorite after you ran off.”

Sevika, already recovered with a new drink, circles Vi from behind. “Maybe she wanted a taste of something different.” That did it. Vi releases you just to charge at Sevika. But no matter how mad you got, you didn’t want Vi fighting one of the cruelest fighters in the Undercity over her own stupid pride. “I’m leaving,” you announce. Drowning everyone’s shots at the table, to their dismay, you march away to the nearest exit, not knowing what Vi would do.

Walking outside, you immediately stumble to the side of the building. Perhaps platform boots and back to back shots weren’t the smartest idea. You’re still stumbling when you notice heavy steps approach you from behind.

Freaking Undercity. You mumble to yourself. Preparing for the assault, you bend over and reach into the side of your boot. When you see their shadow reach out you spin around and press the cool metal to their skin.

Vi’s brilliant eyes sparkle in the streetlights, both hands held up in surrender. “Whoa cupcake, I would be impressed except-“ a finger stretches out to your forehead and shoves at your temple, and that’s enough for your drunken equilibrium to send you crashing into the closest building. “-you’re flat-out drunk.” Walking over, she gives in and pulls you to stand straight up.

“Please tell me you at least had an actual weapon?” Mumbling some profanities, you hold up your ‘weapon’. “Shit babe, a serving knife from your bakery!” You point the knife back at her with narrowed eyes, “Anything’s a weapon if it’s used with enough force.” Vi rolls her eyes hard and said in a flat tone, “I’m shaking in fear. How about you tuck that away and let me carry you somewhere to sober up. Unless you’d rather shank every person who walks behind you.”

You side- eyed her and her lame attempt at chivalry. However, you were too drunk to save face.

Vi tried to hide her smile as you grumbled your acceptance. With uneven steps you walked over, lifted your hands to Vi’s shoulders, only to push her down so you could climb on her back.

The weight and feel of your legs wrapped behind Vi's back bought a wave of nostalgia from your first meeting. Just your close proximity after a week-long fast made Vi want to press you as close as possible. The feel of your warm thighs under her hands as she carried you and the smashing of your boobs against her back made Vi groan. Barely concealed desire had her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Her only luck tonight was that you couldn’t see how visibly you affected her. Here she was supposed to be taking care of you but all she craved was to carry you into one of these darken alleys, slam you against a building and make you regret exposing so much skin, especially in the presence of that tool, Sevika.

It was a short walk, and you were still drunk for most of it but damn the swirling combination of alcohol, pent up frustration, and the musky smell of Vi casted a horny spell over your head. Giving in to the pull you snuggle against her neck. You missed this closeness like crazy. The long lines of her throat kept you entranced and you wanted to erase the memory of that girl from earlier. Your heart speed as the tip of your nose ghosted up and down her exposed neck.

At the first swipe Vi trips over her own feet. Pretty giggles escapes your lips but you continue. Her smell felt like home and you wanted more. The alcohol gives you the bravery to sniff the base of her throat. Vi steps quicken to a brisk walk. Having too much fun, you don’t notice as she walks into an apartment lobby. You switch and start dragging your lips along her neck. Mixed with open mouth soft kisses. A gutted, “Fuck,” mirrors your feelings as Vi’s warm hands under your thighs squeezes your flesh. But what starts as a punishing grip turns into feverish kneading that racks up your arousal. Without shame, you whimper and unabashedly hoist yourself higher to get better friction. Distantly you realize you're on and off of an elevator and hear keys.

“Warning you cupcake, calm your hotass down.” There was a threat hidden in her words, and you were sick of caring about consequences. Kissing the base of her neck, you dare to sensually lick up her neck, tasting the slight sweat from the late night, and take her earlobe in your wet mouth, softly sucking.

Somewhere a door is slammed shut and keys are thrown against a counter. Vi drops your legs and the startling movement has you dropping like a hot potato to the group. But you don’t have time to feel the pain against your bum because Vi gathers you against a wall, picking you up, you hang on like a koala. Once your legs are once again wrapped around her waist, her hands land several slaps against your ass. “I’m trying to do right for once and tuck your drunk ass to bed,” Vi eyes flash in the slight moonlight peeking through the windows. They zone in on your lips before grabbing hold of your face and devouring your lips as if she was trying to swallow you whole and you were more than eager to return it with equal passion. Gripping her back and kissing her with all the resentment and longing the past week had created.

You don’t register when she starts moving through the dark apartment. Or when she gently sets you on your feet. But when she leans away you start to frown. “Where are you going-“

Cold, heavy water jets from above. “What in the world!” A bright light illuminates the room. Blinking disoriented, you realize you’re standing in a shower. Vi’s stands outside the shower, tight lip smile and eyebrow raised, offering you a towel. “I warned you to calm down.”

You snatch the towel. “So you spray me like a dog and ruin my hair?”

“I wanted to talk,” she shrugs. You kick your boots off, and storm to what you believe to be her room. “Oh so now you want to talk? Which one is it Vi? Because last week you walked out on us when I begged you to talk.” With angry movements, you start stripping your clothes off.

Standing in the door with her arms crossed, eyes tracking your hands as you drag your wet skirt down you legs. You don’t miss the way she’s eye fucking you, even mad. “Babe, I just needed time to sort out my thoughts and feelings.” A silent challenge was raised as you eyed one another, and in response she shrugs her heavy jacket off, tossing it on the bed.

A simple short sleeve button up accentuates her well-defined arms. The first few buttons already opened. You wondered what color bra she was wearing... “Yeah, I can tell how hard you were thinking about your feelings as you grinded against that girl tonight. And don’t call me babe.”

Her eyes darken as she maneuvers closer to as if you both are in the ring. “Sweet so I can’t call you ‘babe’ but that brut, Sevika, can? And what the hell are you doing around her anyway?” Rolling your eyes, you wave that off.

This whole conversation was draining you. One, you were still tipsy so now you felt like crying. Two, having a strained relationship with Vi was the exact scenario you was scared of. And thirdly, you were still wet, cold, and she ruined your hair. Your legs give out and you plop on the edge of her bed, lip quivering, and something lodged in the back of your throat.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Vi scrambles to grab another towel and kneels down between your legs, clasping the towel around your shoulders and actively drying your wet body. “No fair, you know I can’t handle your tears.” Vi’s panicked petting was both funny and sad which made the tears start coming down and words choppy. “Sevika is just an ahole and called me ‘crybaby’ because I was crying over you, stupid.” More tears tracked down your eyes, smearing any eye makeup you had.

“You were crying over me cupcake?” You try to push at her chest but she doesn’t budge, and traps your hand to her warm chest. “As you now know, I suck at this. But I realized this past week, even if I’m bad at this, I’d rather suck at it with you. No more drawing lines. But I gotta know, are you sure you want to put up with this?”

Your tears finally settle down. You press your head against hers and slide your hands underneath her button up shirt. Her breath hitches at your contact but you keep touching her. Pulling the shirt up and over her head. You press kisses against her face. “I want any and every messy part of you I can get.”

That must’ve be what she needed to hear because she yanks you further up on the bed. At some point she had taken you bra off. Your thin wet shirt was still molden to your body. Through the shirt your nipples pebbled hard and Vi was delighted. Her hot mouth contradicted against the cool shirt and the contact felt like heaven. She laved at it like her favorite treat and then enveloped her wet mouth over it, switching to one nipple to the other until all you could do was mewl while clutching her short hair in you hands.

“You sure you want all of me? It’s not pretty and it comes with my crazy little sister.” You roll your eyes at the mention of your crazy friend. You tightly twist her hair, hearing her groan in pain as you drag her face up. “Just stop meeting hoes in the club.” Wincing, she peppers kisses over your face. “Sevika paid that girl to nag me all night.” Vi admits before commencing with her fun, tucking her head under your shirt and playing with your breast, making you forget all about this past miserable week.

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Thank you all who have stuck with this series:)

#vi x reader #arcane x reader #vi arcane #vi x y/n #vi x you #arcane vi x reader

[boxenstopp]

previous one here (ep 1)

EPISODE 2 OF CZECH IT OUT GOING INSANE TIME

LETS GO!!

omfg i love these boys so much. anyway shadow here calls them "double Ms" and carzzy makes, probably an innuendo by telling him to get between his legs? marek then, in the intro, says stuff about double m two, and refers to them as "me and matyas" which first of all. he says matyas!! second of all, the says matyas? without the š?? could be english-izing.

carzzy then with the. and this is literally all i can think of when i hear/see it. beauty vlogger intro. "hello guys :)" but his eyes look completely dead i love it so much.

then there's a cut because you know these bitches were just awkwardly staring into the camera for far too long.

NOW. HAIR SAGA. carzzy needs to check his hair with his phone (fucking girl) and humanoid just starts messing with his too like I GET IT GUYS. YOURE LITTLE PRINCESSES. humanoid and his movement actually like he thinks he's in a hair commercial. and then.

needs to bump into carzzy because while carzzy is loud about being an attention whore and everyone knows it, humanoid is also one, just. more private about it or something (not really if i'm pointing it out here) probably planning something devious.... like calling carzzy hot.

NEXT. i always do a watch of these beforehand so i know what i'm getting into but honestly. always makes me gasp when humanoid leans over and just says "you're so fucking hot, oh my god" . like okay he can do that sure but normally that's a backing down type thing not a teehee i want attention from by bf. cannot overstate how much this means to me foaming at the mouth im normal guys im normal

also nothing except humanoid has. arms. and carzzy says he's "lost it mentally" but i mean we all knew that already.

THIS FRAME. a) carzzy with the eyes b) the fact that he actually leans towards marek like he's going right baby? hmm? good midlaner!!

also marek has the "backing down" face again cause his ryze got countered by the pantheon oh no :<<< he also does a little apologetic look down at back at carzzy like he's ashamed. this also makes carzzy laugh way too hard cause i mean, free insult for him xdd.

THEN. the synchronized stomped "to the floor" is AMAZING because they look so fucking proud like yes guys WE GOT IT.

so far no "marek brazda"s :( also genuinely i need to state how much these guys are pretty much the same around each other. constant just blatant insults, intense neediness same fucking humor all of it. there is no like needy/patient angle to me. humanoid would call himself the patient one sure, but he is WRONG.

really good carzzy face here btw. what he looks like in my mind 24/7.

+ bullying carzzy time! poor little sad baby can't hit an mf ult and it's call his fault until it isn't :( he goes on to go boo hoo actually it's reallt hard to hit an ult and it relies on MY team who were doing shit and ACTUALLY they were calling me a perfect player like yesterday so whose fault is it >:(

humanoid's face when carzzy claims that he'd called carzzy a perfect player

here we also get one of the stupidest dom/sub moments because really i don't know what else to call it. carzzy says humanoid shouldn't talk cause he isn't allowed. and then as a little funny joke haha humanoid pitches his voice disgustingly high and says. fucking. "yes i agree master" i mean he regrets it immediately after but he still said. that.

THE THING I TALKED ABOUT LAST EP . where one of them just entirely backs down and goes actually youre the fucking best thing in the universe. and this time it's marek and he's cute and stuff about it and actually very thought through explanation of how carzzy carries the entire team 1v9 <3 i mean not that this is a standard, he goes right back to insulting carzzy's elise but the dynamic of it is so so good chomping on thoughts rn

next segment is just humanoid making noises :)

carzzy goes on a rant about how he was sad and crying and depressed (but in a teehee way if that makes sense. in a :3 way.) and like any normal person humanoid GETS UP, has a weird scuffle and pulls carzzy's hood over his head. i mean you could argue carzzy initiated it but they're always on the verge of bodying each other. classic carzzynoid behavior love how they never explain shit youre just supposed to sit and stare like wtf

FINALLY THE ENDING. YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HOW CZECH IT OUT TORTURES ME. BUT THE ENDING. IS EVEN MORE TORTUROUS.

THIS SHIT. i have no comment i feel like if i did it would be exactly this. silence. they do this shit in complete silence. (we also get a bit of a bi thing w carzzy and humanoid saying i love you which is a thing. they do. but im also so tired goodnight lol enjoyers.)

VIDEO END.

final thoughts: ouwghdhwja. ahhhooaaaaaa. every time i watch one of these i go damn, they posted this? they went, hmm, this is good for out branding. 2 disasters trying to overcome their disaster-ly mess and come out on the other side exactly the same, just way more fucking annoying aboutit. what am i even saying anymore. also no marek brazda's :( too busy being gay ig

#lol stuff #czech it out recaps #ep 2 #Youtube

[imaginesilenthill]

Okay I’ve got Hella Feelings about the SH2 Remake Trailer

This is going to sound really dumb right out of the gate but it looks too nice?? Like, the cockroach and the noose are really good examples. It showcases a really nice game engine, but it’s too smooth and clean to be Silent Hill.

James looks fuckin busted and the specific way varies from shot to shot. Like, in the original games he was at least consistent. In this trailer, he looks ancient in some shots and like a little boy in others. I don’t think they made a variety of models, so I have to chalk it up to their fancy-assed lighting engine again.

The trailer used a lot of very cinematic shots and that annoyed me because we don’t really know what the game is going to actually look like. Which is, like, industry standard. Trailers don’t tell you shit. The part that I’m mad about is that most of the moments that made it into the fancy pre-rendered trailer were done with in-engine graphics in the original game. So two conclusions: either the remake will be done with a lot of fancy cinematic angles and curb stomp the atmosphere that the game is known for; or the trailer was a big pack of lies and the game could be made on the back of KFC napkins for all the trailer told us.

The voices were fine. I guess. We’re past the days where voice acting was done by randos, which gave the game a conversational, disjointed feeling and I doubt they’re chomping at the bit to get Guy Cihi back since he’s controversial at best. At the same time, the industry is showing a push away from old hands in the voice acting world and aren’t paying them very well anyway, so the actors are likely new, which splits the difference and I’ll take it.

I want to be excited but I’m so afraid they’re going to change shit to try and make James more sympathetic, and I sense they’re going to do that based on James hitting his knees near the end. He’s a repenting murderer. He did a bad thing; let him try to redeem himself. The worst thing Bloober Team can do is soften the blow of what he did in the name of making him more sympathetic. If they have to change something about James, change his emotionality in the game. Make him cry. Make him beg. Make me feel bad for hating him.

#silent hill 2 remake #my opinion

[subrosasteath]

Momentary Transmigration

Fandom: Empires smp

Characters: Shubble/Shelby, Xornoth

Summary:

Transmigration: to cause to go from one state of existence or place to another. Synonym: reincarnation

_________________________ Or: Shelby's always been afraid of the crimson forest, and the stories of the demon who used the red nether to corrupt the over world. Good thing the demon doesn't exist, right?

Right?

I have an ao3 now!  

My ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Borialis_Stories501 

The fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40965393

    Her portal opens onto a plateau overlooking a crimson forest, and Shelby nearly walks right back through, deciding that nope, it’s not worth it! But she makes herself stay, wills her legs to stop shaking, and steps towards the steep drop of the cliff to get a better look. 

Looking down at the forest, some deep instinct, some unconscious part of herself shook at the sight of the red vines, the red leaves, the red ground, the red mushrooms, red tendrils that no axe could cut through, red crystals filled with lava- 

    She was being ridiculous. There were no tendrils, nore were there crystals. She’d thought she’d gotten over her childhood nightmares, long ago, but here they were, taunting her once again with images of things that had probably never existed. Probably. 

    The first time she’d heard the story of the corruption had been when she was very young, fresh out of preschool. Her parents had taken her to a festival. She didn’t remember what the celebration was for, but their village had thrown banners of gold and cyan around the town square, and right in the center of the square, a makeshift stage had been thrown together. She remembered sitting down with her parents, chomping away at some kind of honeyed desert they had bought her. 

    As soon as everybody had settled down, the play had started. Shelby didn’t remember most of it, but one part of the memory remained crystal clear. Someone dressed in all red and purple and black had stormed onto the stage, wearing a helmet with elaborate horns. They had stomped and yelled and cursed (in kid friendly language, of course) the rulers of the land. They promised evil, vengeful, horrid things, and then, with a motion of their hand (and some impressive behind the stage magic) paper-lantern red crystals had fallen down to hang from the stage canopy, and cardboard red tendrils had sprung up from the stage platform. 

Even more impressively, red tendrils had lifted from the ground all around the audience. It had been so sudden and startling, that Shelby began to cry. She’d cried and wailed and cowered and sniveled so much that her parents had tried to pick her up and excuse themselves, but everytime they had tried to walk past the ring of tendrils, she had cried harder, wailed louder. She didn’t remember much more, except burying her face in her parent’s neck, and afterward, a blue-haired boy who was part of the group of performers had come up to her and comforted her. 

“It’s okay,” the boy had said, “It’s all fake I promise. I’m sorry we scared you.”

 She had sniffled and asked “promise?” and the boy had shook her hand and whispered “I promise.”

She’d had nightmares about the corruption and the demon for years. Her dreams weren’t always the same, but they all took place in the same setting, in some sort of cottage in the forest, with huge mushrooms sprouting from the ground. In her dreams she chased and fought and talked to the demon. She would run and scream and cry for help, and always, all the time, the red tendrils were there, the crystals were there, gleaming blood red in the corner of her eye.

The demon looked like the person from the play, but also completely different at the same time. The horns were different, the colors weren’t separate but somehow melded altogether in a weird mix of purple-red-black, and the voice. Their voice was horrible, grating, unnatural. It was the deepest thing Shelby had ever heard (and weirdly had some resemblance of an accent? She couldn’t place the accent, but she knew she’d heard it before.) One time someone had used a spell to change their voice in weird ways back at the witch school, and she had flinched, thinking of the weird automated voice of the demon in her head. 

A snuffling snort broke her from her reminiscing. A piglin had noticed her, and was calling to others, its crossbow already pointed at her. She turned and ran, digging into the nether walls. The dulled red color of the nethewart brought up images of gripping an axe tightly, trying, trying, always trying to rid herself of the corruption. 

That was also ridiculous. She’d never handled an axe before she came to the mangrove, and even then it was just to chop down the trees that crowded too close to her house. 

She shook her head, slowed her breathing, and counted to ten, pushing the fears to the back of her brain. There was no such thing as corruption, and if it had even existed at all, it had been gone for thousands of years. There was nothing to fear, there was nothing to fear, there was nothing to-

What was that? 

A noise had rang behind her, a quick crunch of a foot landing on netherwart, the crushing of dirt and ash and mushroom all mixed together. 

She turned, and for a moment she was frozen

She was herself, and she was someone else 

Her heart was beating but was it still her heart if her body was different 

Could she still be the same soul if the world was different- 

The shadow at the far end of the tunnel existed and didn’t exist at the same time, it was there and not there, alive and not alive, all at the same time. She didn’t want to move, didn’t dare to blink or shout or turn away. Her eyes locked onto the eyes of the shadow, bright purple, glowing so bright it lit the walls and didn’t light them at the same time. 

She was herself. She was not. There was a demon. There was not. She existed in the in-between, in the mind of a stranger that was herself, looking into a world that was and was not her own. 

For one shuddering moment, it felt like time stopped working. Time paused, yes, but it paused two different places at once, looping back onto itself in a way that let her witness a moment that was and was not her own. 

For one shuddering moment, she looked through the eyes of a stranger, heard through the ears of a stranger, thought the thoughts of a stranger. 

For one shuddering moment, she had a name for the demon in her head. 

Xornoth

Darkness rushed her vision. She blinked to clear it, moved her hand to rub her eyes, and she was no longer a stranger. There was nothing in the tunnel. She was herself, her heart was her own, and her soul was the same. 

    She turned around, and continued digging her tunnel toward the nether fortress. Her hands were shaking, and her legs were jelly. 

    Whatever she had seen, it shook something inside of her, shook the part of her that feared the crimson forests, shook her right down to her core, the deepest part of her soul. 

    She got the sense that whatever was happening to her, whatever she had seen, was just the beginning. 

    The other rulers should know about this 

    She nodded her head, and continued digging her tunnel, the idea of sharing the vision making her resolve stronger. 

    Whatever this was, she would not face it alone. 

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[itsshellybitch]

Here's a oneshot written in honor of both Shelly's birthday and Thanksgiving.

********

Most teenagers, even the moodiest ones, tended to wake up in good moods on their birthdays.

Shelly Marsh, however, was not most teenagers. Most teenagers didn't have birthdays that fell on a major holiday every few years, after all. And most teenagers didn't hate Thanksgiving with the passion of a thousand fiery suns.

At least I'll get my breakfast, she thought to herself. Sharon always made special breakfasts for her family on their birthdays.

The possibility of her mother's famous chocolate chip pancakes, accompanied by a wrapped present afterwards was enough motivation to get Shelly out of bed. She sleepily stumbled downstairs and into the kitchen.

"You're on your own today for breakfast, kids," a harried Sharon informed her children. "I still need to baste the turkey and make the sweet potato casserole and get the pies in the oven."

"Wait, what?" Shelly protested "But Mom, today is -"

"I know, it's Thanksgiving. And between dinner and doing inventory for your dad's Thanksgiving special, I'm swamped. You kids are going to have to pour your own cereal and make your own toast today."

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Shelly prodded.

Sharon's eyes widened. "Oh my God, the cranberry sauce!" She grabbed her purse and rushed to the door. "I'm going to see if there are any cans left at the mini mart. Make sure that Towelie stays away from the oven!"

********

Shelly glowered at her brother across the table, as he obliviously chomped away at his Pop Tart. As usual, the turd didn't know how good he had it. His birthday fell on the perfect date: not on any major holidays and just far enough away from Halloween that it didn't overshadow his big day.

Stan looked up from his breakfast, only to be met with his sister's death glare. "Uh, hi Shelly," he said cautiously, not wanting to incur her wrath.

"Don't you have anything to say to me, turd?!" Shelly demanded, pounding the table with her fist.

"Uh... Happy Thanksgiving?"

"GOD!" Shelly slammed her glass down on the table and stormed off, leaving behind a very confused Stan.

********

Shelly seethed as her family helped themselves to the Thanksgiving feast spread out before them. Her stupid dad, her disappointing mom, her coddled turd of a brother, her fossil of a grandfather, her drunken fatass uncle and his appendage, Ned. And then there was the stupid towel. Not a single one of them had acknowledged her birthday. She hated them all.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Randy exclaimed, nearly choking on his beer.

Shelly looked up earnestly. Was this it? Was she finally going to get her present?

"We never went around the table saying what we're thankful for!"

Shelly sank back into her seat.

"I of course am thankful for this bountiful harvest. The Thanksgiving special was a big hit!"

"I'm thankful for my beautiful family."

"I guess I'm thankful for the Broncos and Warhammer. And Kyle."

"I'm thankful that I'm getting closer to death by the second!"

"Well, I'm thankful for Pabst Blue Ribbon and the new Nosler M21 rifle! Oh, and ol' Neddy, of course."

"Mhhm, I'm thankful that I survived ManBearPig, mhhm."

"I... man, I have no idea what's going on. Heh."

Shelly's family looked at her expectantly.

She could only see red. "I'm thankful that four years from now, I'll be old enough to move out and never see anyone in this stupid family ever again!" She shoved her chair away from the table and stomped up to her room.

********

"Do you want to tell me what that was all about?" Sharon asked her daughter sternly.

"NO!" bellowed Shelly. It didn't bother her one bit that she sounded like a petulant toddler.

"I've had it with these outbursts, young lady! I know that being thirteen is hard, but -"

"I'm fourteen now!"

A multitude of emotions crossed Sharon's face: confusion, guilt, and finally, horrified realization.

"Oh my God. Sweetheart, I'm so sorry." To her credit, Sharon looked like she was about to cry. "With Thanksgiving and your dad's special, we've all just been so busy. I promise, we'll celebrate next weekend. You can pick out anything that you want."

"I just need to be alone for awhile," Shelly grumbled.

Sharon merely nodded at that. She kissed her daughter on the forehead and quietly left the room.

********

She must have dozed off for a couple of hours, because the next thing she knew, she was being shaken awake.

"Come on, Shelly! It's time to go!"

Shelly didn't bother getting her hopes up this time. Her dad was probably the last person who would go all out for her birthday.

"Go where?" Shelly whined.

"I need all hands on deck! It's time for my early Black Friday special! People are already lining up downtown! Up and at 'em, kiddo!"

"No! You can't make me!"

Randy raised an eyebrow. "No, I can't make you. But I can change the wifi password. It might get pretty boring around here for you pretty quickly."

Shelly sighed and wearily followed her father out of her room.

********

Just when she thought that her birthday couldn't get any worse, the temperature dropped twenty degrees.

Of course, that didn't deter her dad's stupid customers, who were lined up around the block.

Shelly shivered next to her brother in the bed of her dad's truck. All of her extremities were going numb. Naturally, her dad didn't keep any blankets handy.

Shelly was so busy trying to stay warm that she failed to hear the sound of approaching footsteps crunching through the snow.

"Hey," a familiar voice drawled.

A startled Shelly looked up to find Kevin McCormick standing next to the truck.

"Oh. Hey, turd," Shelly glumly greeted her longtime friend. She was even less in the mood for pleasantries than usual.

Kevin fidgeted nervously. "I was - I jus' wanted -"

"Spit it out, turd!" Shelly snapped. Kevin was probably the only living person on the planet that she had any modicum of patience for, but she had officially reached her limit today.

"I wanted to give this to you. Ya know, since it's yer birthday and all." Kevin thrust a small package into Shelly's hands. "I know that you can't have a lot of candy on account of yer headgear, but I know you can have these and I ain't got much money and... anyways, happy birthday."

Shelly stared at the Hershey's bar that she had just received. It was squashed and half melted. The lettering on the label was starting to wear off, almost as if it had been sitting in Kevin's pocket for weeks.

It was one of the most thoughtful gifts that she had ever received.

"Thanks, turd." Shelly swiped at her eyes.

That damn freezing wind was making her eyes water.

#fic

[wavesmp3]

i can see it in your eyes. 

the way you despise me. even despise the way i look at you. i’ve been seeing it for a while, but i’ve been closing my eyes pretending to not. instead, i’ve been getting my eyes checked. performing test after to test to make sure i can distinguish between love and everything that it’s not. i’ve lied to myself, worn fake glasses for too long, i know what i see. i know you hate me. when i sit down next to you and when we’re miles apart. 

but then you go and confuse me. crying when we’re apart. but your eyes are closed when you cry and your hands always cover your face. you can’t even see that i’m right next to you. i’m right here. i’ve already built a home in your heart. i’ve taken out a loan to do the renovations. i make the monthly payments, and i’ve never been late, not once. i’m right here, and i haven’t moved since we knelt on the floor and declared some eternal, magical, fantastical love. i’m not going anywhere. open your eyes. let me in. let me see what they say when you cry, when tears trickle down your chin and when i catch them in my palms. let me cry with you. for you. i’d do it. you know i would. you visit the home i’ve made in your heart. you bring me my mail. write my secret love letters that aren’t actually secret at all. and each time when you turn to leave, i scream, move in with me! you put up a hand in response. 

why don’t you love me? i ask one night. in real life. in our real home. the one we’ve never done renovations on, but always talk and dream and moan and groan about. the one we actually make monthly payments for. the one where we’re late on them at least thrice a year. 

i do. you say. yawning into the night. i watch your eyes when you do it. they say, i’m tired. 

you dont. 

i do. 

say it. 

i love you. 

the next day, i wear a tshirt that says life’s too short, tell me you’re in love with me NOW. you smile when you see it in the morning. you were there when i bought it from a woman named susannah’s festival booth at chomp & stomp. 

i’m in love with you. 

i blink. it’s not you. it’s the barista at the coffee shop. 

what?

they laugh. your shirt, they say. 

i pay for the coffee and run out. 

that night, you tell me about your day. i tell you about mine. i tell you about the barista. i fall asleep silently in your arms. in the morning, i wake up and look at you. i don’t see hate in your eyes. i call sick and get my eyes checked. 

three months pass before i wear the shirt again. on a snowy day, where i work from home. i’m in love with you. you tell me. stirring my coffee for me, while i scramble the eggs. we’re in an egg phase. hopefully it lasts until the carton finishes. 

i blink. what?

your shirt, you say, laughing. ditching the coffee and slipping your hands under my shirt. i flinch at the cold. your hands are usually warm. i keep scrambling with one hand, and with the other i push yours off. 

that weekend, you go to the eye doctor, and come home with glasses. you do the laundry, and wear the shirt as a joke while you fold. i’m in a rush to a friend’s birthday dinner though. it slips my mind to tell you i’m in love with you. 

that night i come home and shower. slip into bed next you, hold your back while you sleep. i kiss your cheek and taste salt. you leave before i wake up the next morning. 

the next week, one night while im reading with a cup of tea. you sit down next to me, take off your glasses, and stare. i put down the book, exhale, stare back. 

i know what i see. you tell me, your voice one tap away from breaking. 

i know what i saw. i say back. 

you cry. face uncovered, and eyes open. 

i watch. 

the tears create a puddle in your palms. 

#mine #how can i pretend? #<-- title. but also the song that inspired this. #said something to my friend that inspired me to write #but is not at all inspired by the conversation we actually had lol. #feels nice to write again. #i even have coffee with me too. #returning to 2020 shawna fr

[noseblxxd]

⏰ (a positive memory with her dad, maybe something that inspired her to learn more about his job as a doctor)

A Memory

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"Found your tooth!"

Officer Gomez stepped into the clinic, and for a moment her crying ceased. She should have known better, running around the way she was. The Overseer had told her off enough times about zipping around the corners. Hunt The Mutant had gotten a bit too intense lately, children stomping through the hallways non stop growling and shrieking to the chagrin of the adults.

Wally Mack had taken a swipe at her, and to avoid being tagged Bev swerved around the corner a little too quickly, loosing her footing and tumbling down the stairs. The loose tooth at the from of her mouth popping out, blood pouring out of her nose and mouth onto the front of her jumpsuit. For a second the group was dead quiet, before she started hiccupping and sobbing, and the other children upstairs panicking and calling for help.

Her face hurt, but frankly Bev was more distressed about her missing tooth. It was a relief when Freddie's dad dropped it into her hands. Her own father had scooped her off the stairs landing, and for the last ten minutes had been holding a pack of ice wrapped in a towel against her mouth. No concussion, but a good chomp on her tongue and a bump between her eyebrows, but she'd be okay. Nothing a cold compress and a tight hug couldn't fix.

Dad's office had an uncanny aura to it. Sterile and pristine, and how different the white coat made him look. Like a ghost floating around the room picking up bandages and medicine bottles. The only thing cutting the tension was the dinky little bobblehead he had on his desk, and how careful he was when he spoke with patients. Today she better understood why he spoke so softly with them, a calm amongst the uneasy.

"Which one did you lose?" Officer Gomez crouched to her height to get a better look at the damage.

"My funt toof."

Dad switched out the bloody towel for a square of tissues, lifting her onto the examination table and wiping her eyes with the end of his sleeve. "If you put it under your pillow at bedtime, you might get a letter from a fairy."

A fairy? Her eyes lit up, her fingers wrapping around the tooth in her palm. Wouldn't that be fun to share with her classmates, they might even forget the fact that she completely wiped out over the weekend. At the very least, the stress was fleeting, Maybe she could write him a card, something for the fairy to see too.

"Fank you for helbing me." Bev mumbled, squeezing her father's arm tightly. Dad helps people, she understood that. A little easier now, seeing it first hand. Everyone in the vault has a job, Dad's job was helping other people... That was good, really special.

#[i got a bit carried away haha #bev's like fiiiiive or six at this point] #x; ic #x; Future Imperfect [Vault] #x; answer #[also me trying to phonetically spell with a plugged nose #we love committing to the bit] #tw: blood

[casmick-consequences]

ok so....

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#THEY WENT ON CASES AND DIDNT SHOW US!!! #crying stomping chomping #whatever #spn #supernatural #dadstiel #castiel #jack kline #misha collins #alexander calvert #q

[erodasfishtacos]

Is this seat empty? " Yes and this one will be too if you sit down" , "Don't be like that my love."

For MLB!Harry first stupid fight in a relationship 😂

Okay this turned into something entirely different then the prompt. Sorry anon 😂

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Peace & Quiet (Please)

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“Where d’you put m’protein mix?” Harry asks, padding into the kitchen and opening every single fucking cabinet.

“It’s in the same place it’s been for the past five years,” YN bites out with a slight irritation, mixing the pancake batter a little rougher.

She’s been up since three in the morning and Harry sauntered in around six-thirty after coming home late from a baseball game last night.

All the babies still asleep.

“Ah - fuck,” Her husband huffs when he spills the powder all over the countertop and floor she had just swiffered ten minutes ago.

When he goes to open the other cabinet and grab for a shaker bottle - they all come tumbling out onto the floor in a loud clash.

“Could you be any louder? You going to wake up the kids!” YN scolds harshly, pointing to the closet, “Go get the swiffer.”

He obliges - surprised by her attitude, grabbing it and slapping it (by accident) on the ground like a fucking baseball bat, the head of the mop snapping off and breaking.

“S’broken,” Harry states the obvious, shrugging and going about peeling a banana before leaving the peel near the sink.

YN turns to face him, voice irritated, “I’m about to break you, just like you broke the swiffer.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” He asks cheekily but her glare tells him there is no amusement to be had this morning.

“I just spent all morning cleaning and you’ve made this place a disaster already!” His wife bites before flipping one of the pancakes.

Harry dejectedly cleans up his protein mix mess, neatly places the shake bottles into the right place, throws away the peel, and closes all the cabinets.

“M’sorry,” He murmurs, coming up behind her and kisses the nape of her neck, “Y’seem a bit cranky this mornin’.”

And man. He should have not said that.

“Do you have a baby who needs to fucking feed from your body every hour even during the night? I don’t think so,” She mutters, shaking him off of her.

“Hey, mama. M’bein’ an ass, what can I do to help?” He changes gears, choosing to stand next to her since she didn’t seem to want to be touch.

“Breastfeed - let your nipples feel like their constantly on fire and about to fall off. Make all this post-partum bleeding stop. Let me sleep for a day straight. I don’t know,” YN begins to sniffles, plating a few mini pancakes.

He’s taken aback, eyebrows furrowing in concern, and he leans forward to flip off the stovetop, “Can I touch you?”

She nods, wiping her eyes, and allows him to haul her up into their marble countertop, “Mama, y’need to tell me when y’feeling overwhelmed? Please baby. I’ve asked you a million times to wake me up and I can bottle feed her.”

“No, she…I have to feed her. It helps bonding and it-“

Harry interrupts firmly, “She will be perfectly fine being fed by a bottle a few times a day. You’re putting too much stress on yourself.”

Her head falls on his shoulder and she mumbles, “I just feel so…gross, not attractive at all.”

He pulls her back, searching her face in confusion, “Baby, why would you ever say somethin’ like that?”

YN let’s out a quiet sob, “My nipples are chafed and sore, I’m constantly bleeding, my belly hasn’t deflated -“

Harry can’t help but lean in and connect their lips harshly, he’s pulling her loose shirt up and over her head.

“Harry, what-“

“Listen t’me,” Harry rasps seriously, his hands are tender and careful as they cup her swollen breasts - thumbing at her painful nubs.

“I’m literally obsessed w’your tits, baby. They’ll go back to normal after y’done feeding and even if they don’t - I love them just as fucking much. You fed our three healthy strong boys and now you’re makin’ sure our chunky little girl is eating good.”

Then he hands move to cup her belly, large hands splayed over the still softening, firm bump from where Briar had been housed for nine months.

“Y’gave me four, four fuckin’ babies from this belly. I’m fucking in love with your body. God, y’thighs, y’tummy, the stretchmarks - fuck, getting me hard just lookin’ at you.”

It was true, he was stiffening up in his shorts but neither of them acknowledged it - it was a love boner more than anything else.

He literally got hard from how much he loved her.

“I’m tired,” She sighs softly, letting Harry tug her shirt back on as the children would be waking up soon to eat breakfast.

“I know, mama,” Harry acknowledges softly, giving her another kiss before taking over the pancake station.

-

When all the boys are downstairs and chomping away on their food, Cash, who is just about four decides it’ll be funny to squirt the sticky syrup all over their expensive stool cushions and the floor.

When YN turns from the sink to see the mess, she admits she snaps a little bit, “Really Harry? You’re supposed to be watching them, not checking the sports news on your phone!”

Harry is about to defend himself but his wife is stomping over to where Cash has emptied the bottle and gives him a firm look, “Cash Edward Styles, get your bum upstairs, right now.”

Cash’s eyes widen, his mother rarely needed to use a harsh tone with them, “Mama, I’m so-“

“If you are not upstairs, by the bathtub this instant, you get no outside time today. Do you understand me?” YN tells him, giving Easton a warning look when he licks at the syrup on his finger.

“Yes mama,” Cash squeaks out sadly, abandoning his plate and walking up towards the bathroom upstairs to get clean.

Easton and Ezra are dead silent as they watch their brother leave - not wanting the same fate as him so they sit proper.

“Sweetheart-“ Harry begins, putting his phone back in his pocket.

“No, I have my hands full taking care of four kids. I don’t need you acting like a fifth. Go bathe your son,” YN tells him coldly, an angry stare directed his way.

Harry clenches his jaw, biting his tongue as he stands up and pushes his chair in with force - making a loud noise before following after his second son.

A few minutes after they’re out of sight, Easton thought it’d be funny to wipe syrup down Ezra’s cheek which made Ezra cry and throw a pancake at his older brother - now soaking him in syrup.

YN starts to leak milk at the sound of Ezra’s cries.

“Easton Robin - get you butt upstairs this instant too. You know better - no outside time today,” She informs him as she uses a wet wipe to clean Ezra’s cheek.

“Mama,” Easton whines, fat tears starting roll down his cheeks as he stands up, loitering by the kitchen stool.

“Do not make me repeat myself,” YN warns, swiping a paper towel over the wet spot on her shirt from the leak.

-

Harry had just started washing up Cash who was still melancholy when his blubbering older one comes in - still tearful.

He sighs, looking at his syrupy son, “Wha’ happened?”

Easton looks hesitant, “I put syrup on Ezzie and mama said no outside time today.”

His father is tight-lipped, he can already predict that Easton’s actions upset Ezra, “Alright, c’mon. Let’s clean y’up too. Y’know better, Easton.”

-

Harry had just finished helping both boys dress when YN appears in the doorway with Ezra who has a binkie popped in his mouth.

She steps over and hands their son to Harry before muttering, “I’m going to feed Briar, keep the boys out of the room. I need some peace.”

YN disappears from the room before he can even reply to her.

-

Harry can admit he gets distracted when one of his coaches calls him up for a game change, doesn’t notice when Cash sneaks from the playroom.

It’s less than five minutes later when YN leads Cash gently by the hand back into the playroom, with Briar still latched and feeding.

When she sees Harry on his phone, she’s fucking livid with him.

“Really Harry?” His wife scoffs, guiding Cash to join Easton in where he’s playing with legos.

“I’ll call you back,” Harry replies to his coach before hanging up, “Sorry, it was Donny-“

“Good to know your job is more important than watching your kids,” She spits out before storming back out of the room.

Harry is up and following behind her, jaw clenched and irritated, “Just ‘cause you’re in a pissy mood doesn’t mean that y’say shit like that.”

She turns on her heel, eyes fiery, “You have no god damn consideration. You’ve been swamped this week because of your nike promotion and games. I’ve had the babies all by myself for four nights while you get to gallivant around!”

Harry goes to speak but she puts her free hand up.

“I ask for you to keep our house clean and to let me have one moment of peace with our daughter but you don’t even let me have that! You do not understand how hard it is to push a baby out of you and then have them rely on you to feed them twenty times a day!”

His anger fades when his wife starts sobbing - chest shuddering sobs, “I just had her four weeks ago. I-I haven’t had a break yet. You act like it’s so easy!”

He starts to walk towards her, “Sweetheart-“

YN shakes her head, a desperate plea in her tone, “Please just give me time with Briar.”

Harry swallows harshly and nods - feeling like shit as his wife walks back towards the stairs - all the while still feeding their daughter.

-

“Hello?”

“Mum, I-can you take the boys for the night?” Harry asks quietly, standing in the kitchen while the two older boys are still playing quietly.

Ezra’s passed out, on Harry’s hip with his little face smushed against the cap of his shoulder with parted lips.

“Dear, is everything okay?” She replies cautiously.

“No, I-I don’t know. YN is overwhelmed and I don’t think I’ve been supportive enough,” Harry feels himself begin to sniffle.

Anne doesn’t pry for information which Harry loves about her, she agrees to take them, and states she’ll be over within the hour.

Harry goes about packing their pajamas and other necessities in their little backpacks as the squeal excitedly about going to Nana’s.

“Can we say bye to mama?” Easton asks anxiously as they clear out of their bedrooms.

“Let me go ask,” He murmurs, running a hand through his son’s curls.

When he cracks open the door, YN is sprawled out on her back, fast asleep with Briar also asleep in the bassinet next to the bed.

His heart aches because her shirt is off, and the remnants of her nipple cream which was a pinkish orange color wasn’t fully rubbed in on her bruised breasts.

Harry guides them downstairs, promising that their mama will call them later.

-

After the boys leave, Harry doesn’t know what to do so he cleans whatever he finds that is dirty or messy so she won’t have to.

He does all the laundry in the house, cleans up every single toy, and when Briar starts to whimper - he sneaks in to snatch her up so she doesn’t wake YN.

Then he takes her out to the shops with him to grab groceries, her favorite snacks, and maybe he does stop by a jewelry store and buy her something nice.

(casually a pair of 20k earrings)

YN fell asleep around eighty-thirty in the morning and doesn’t wake up until about nine at night, Harry had put Briar in her nursery about an hour ago.

When she does awake, Harry is sitting in the living room - watching a stupid action movie to pass time and dwell on everything.

She comes in quietly, stands in front of her husband who looks up at her with anxious eyes - she looks brighter now that she’s had adequate sleep.

“Will you hold me?” She rasps quietly, just in one of Harry’s shirts and soft pair of sleep shorts.

“Never haven t’ask, mama,” He murmurs, guiding her until she’s straddling his lap and burying her face into the crook of his neck.

His hands sneak beneath her shirt to massage the sleep-warm skin as he kisses her shoulder - over and over again.

“I’m so sorry,” YN whispers into his skin, voice croaky as she tries to not get upset.

He pulls her back to study her face, “Do not apologize, y’allowed to get mad at me and feel frustrated. You’re emotions are valid. There’s a lot going on and I could be doing more to help.”

YN wipes a tear that trickles down as she laughs in disbelief, “No, you can’t do anymore to help.”

“Wha-? I can, I promis-“

She interrupts his with a kiss before telling him sincerely, “You can’t do anymore help because you’re already doing the most amazing job. As a husband and dad. I was just tired and stressed - it’s not an excuse.”

It warms his heart, he fucking loves her so much it does make sense, has to button their lips together one more time.

“You have a really hard job too, on top of being a husband and dad. You give us all this, support us and take care of us.”

“Are y’kidding me? Y’the one who keeps this family together. Y’the fuckin’ love of my life, you know that? I love you so much, so so much,” He emphasizes, rubbing a thumb across her bottom lip.

The kiss one more time - the anger was subsided and they were okay once again.

Harry laughs and agree when YN murmurs, “S’time for bed again, m’tired.”

“Okay mama, anythin’ for you,” He responds before peppering her in kisses to make her giggle lightly.

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[trashyswitch]

3 Robot Babysitters Vs. 1 Child

Gregory is being babysat by 3 of the other Glamrock animatronics while Freddy goes to Parts & Service. Knowing how the animatronics have acted in the past, Gregory is naturally nervous. So Chica, Roxy and Monty come up with a way to calm down Gregory and (somewhat) gain his trust.

This fanfic was suggested by an anonymous user. Whoever you are, I hope you enjoy!

Freddy walked Gregory to the stage, and called the other Glamrock animatronics. It took a little bit, but the other Glamrock animatronics soon came to Freddy’s aid. 

Freddy cleared his throat awkwardly. “So…I have some things I need to do…can you three please keep an eye on Gregory for me?” Freddy asked. 

Gregory yelled “What?!” upon hearing this. “But- Where are you going?” Gregory asked. “And why can’t I come?” 

“You really want us, of all people, to babysit this random kid?” Monty asked. 

Roxanne huffed and crossed her arms. “I should’ve known this would only be a favor.” 

The only animatronic that looked super excited about the kid, was Chica! “I’d love to look after this little boy! He looks so CUTE!” She reacted. 

Freddy sighed and knelt down to Gregory’s height. “Listen superstar…I need to do something in Parts and Service. And it is gonna be dangerous. I do not want you getting hurt.” Freddy told him. “Especially by the…endoskeleton.” Freddy told him. 

Roxanne shuddered upon hearing Freddy mention the endoskeleton. 

Gregory sighed and looked down. “Okay.” 

“It will only be for a few minutes. That’s all.” Freddy told him. 

Gregory looked up at Freddy. “Promise?” He held up his pinky. 

Freddy raised his pinky. “I promise.” Freddy replied. 

They interlocked pinkies for a few seconds before letting go. “Goodbye Gregory! Have fun!” 

Gregory put on a fake smile. “I will!” He told him. 

Freddy’s stomping runs lessened the farther he went…and as soon as Freddy turned the corner, Gregory dropped his smile and his hand. He was super nervous around the other animatronics. He knew they’ve been trying to capture him for a while now. So being in their care…was gonna be nerve-wracking. 

Gregory turned around, showing them his nervous face with his shaky fingers. 

“Awww, what’s wrong little chick?” Chica asked, bending down to Gregory’s height. “Are you scared?” 

Monty guffawed. “Just scared? He looks terrified!” Monty reacted. 

“Hm, I wonder why?” Roxy said sarcastically, turning to Monty with half closed eyelids to show the dripping sarcasm in her question. 

Monty widened his crocodile eyes and put up his hands in a defense stance. “It’s not my fault! I swear!” 

“oH rEaLLy?” Roxy reacted, her words still drooling of sarcasm. “Because it’s certainly not my fault! And if there is ever an animatronic to be scared of, it would be you!” Roxy told him. 

Monty growled through his metal teeth. “Says the wolf.” Monty spat. 

“At least wolves have some dog-like tendencies! I heard that Alligators aren’t afraid to drown and eat children! Or adults, for that matter!” Roxy told him. 

Roxy placed his hands onto his hips. “Do I look like I chomp on children for a living?!” Monty reacted. “You’re saying this as if it was MY fault I’m an alligator!” 

“Roxanne! Montgomery! CLUCKING CLUCK!” Chica shouted. 

Roxy and Monty both stopped and looked at Chica with fear in their eyes. Chica was staring them down. “You are both scaring the child!” Chica yelled, pointing to the crying boy. 

Roxy gasped and knelt down to Gregory’s height. “I am so sorry, Gregory. We didn’t mean it.” Roxy told him. 

Gregory looked up at Roxy, and looked at her teeth. They were humongous! Gregory backed up a little bit. 

Roxy attempted to get closer. “Come on, little guy. You wouldn’t be scared of a wolf, would you?” Roxy asked. 

Gregory looked at her eyes a little bit, and looked down, unsure how to react. He eventually shook his head. Wolves were cool, rather than scary. 

“Come on, kid. Why don’t we play a game? Or talk to you until you calm down?” Roxy suggested. 

“Uh- yeah! I can show you my guitar! And Roxy can show you her keyboard guitar.” Monty told Gregory as well. 

Gregory’s fear seemed to visibly lessen upon hearing Monty and Roxy’s suggestions. Anything would be better than their arguing from a few seconds earlier. 

Gregory looked up at Roxy, still looking nervous. 

“Awww, why is the little chick so nervous still?” Chica asked. “Perhaps the little chick needs some cheering up?” Chica offered. 

Gregory looked at Chica. “No I don’t…” Gregory replied awkwardly. 

Roxy looked at Chica’s face and smirked. “Oh, I think she’s right! A little cheering up would do you lots of good!” Roxy started saying. 

“And what are you gonna do? Tell corny jokes?” Gregory asked with a slightly confident smirk. “Like that’s gonna work on me…” 

Monty was still out of the loop. So, Roxy wiggled her fingers at him to give him a hint. This, along with the pointing towards Gregory’s side, gave Monty the hint he needed to understand. Monty widened his eyes and opened his mouth a little bit to show his evil smile. “Hey Gregory~” 

Gregory turned around to look at Monty. “Yeah?” 

“What happened to the egg when it was tickled too much?” Monty asked. 

Gregory raised an eyebrow. “What?” 

“It cracked up!” Monty declared. 

Gregory groaned. “That’s a joke you tell to a 3 year old…” Gregory complained. 

Roxy rolled her eyes at the joke, but went along with it. “Come on, Monty! Remember: what do you do when a kid doesn’t laugh at a joke?” Roxy asked, kneeling down and readying her hands. 

Monty lowered himself down and picked up the kid. “Yooouuu…” 

“Tickle them!” Roxy and Chica both said as they started tickling Gregory’s sides, armpits and belly with all 20 of their fingers. 

Gregory squealed loudly and bursted out laughing. “HEHEHEhehey! Stahahap ihihit!” Gregory laughed. 

“Hey? Hay is for horses!” Roxy joked. 

“Kitchy kitchy kitchy koo, scaredy cat!” Chica teased. 

“NOHOHO TEheheheasihing!” Gregory ordered. 

“No teasing?! Well, that’s just not fair!” Chica reacted. 

“Since when was the lee allowed to bark orders at us?” Roxy asked. 

“He thinks he can cluck orders at us…but that would give us a reason to tickle him more and more!” Monty added. 

Gregory shrieked as one of his arms was raised above his head. “WAHAHAIT-” He begged, before succumbing to his laughter. Monty was tickling his fully exposed armpit to get him laughing more. “A tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle, our favorite fan!” Monty teased. 

“Awww, poor Gregory! He’s certainly barked up the wrong tree this time!” Roxy teased. 

“YOHOHOU GUHUYS ARE EHEHEHEVIL!” Gregory yelled out amidst his laughter. “AHAHAHAND CRIHIHINGY!” 

“Oh! Oh we’re evil now? And CRINGY?!” Roxy reacted with a hand on her chest. “Do you know how rude that sounds?!” Roxy teased. 

“IHIHI DOHOHON’T CAHAHAHARE!” Gregory shot back. 

“Ugh…so, so rude.” Roxy muttered out loud. “So what does that make us? The Evil Glamrocks?” Roxy reacted. 

Monty chuckled. “I guess so!” Monty replied. 

“Well, looks like The Evil Glamrocks have captured the perfect snack!” Chica teased. 

“You bet we have!” Monty replied. 

“Perfect for the rest of the fans too!” Roxy added. 

Gregory was laughing and grinning from ear to ear. It was adorable to see Gregory so happy around them! Perhaps this could be the best idea they’ve ever come up with! 

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE! IHIHI’M BEHEHEGGING YOHOHOU!” Gregory pleaded. 

“Begging? For what?” Roxy asked. 

“PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOP!” Gregory kept pleading. 

“Okay, okay. But only on one condition:” Roxy decided. She looked at Monty and Chica with a smile. “You have to apologize for being so rude to your babysitters.” Roxy decided. 

“Yeah!” Chica replied. 

“Apologize, now!” Monty ordered. 

Gregory laughed for a little longer. “Ihihihi- NOHOHO NAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE! HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Gregory interrupted himself. 

Roxy and Monty raised an eyebrow. What was he shouting about? They both looked at Chica, and immediately figured out what was happening: 

Chica was swirling her nail in Gregory’s belly button! 

“I found a little hole on his belly! And it seems to be SUPER clucking ticklish!” Chica reacted. 

“I can see that!” Roxy reacted, being able to see Chica and the sweet spot from the side she was on. 

“Wow! Looks like Chica has found the perfect spot for convincing!” Monty declared. 

“Uh huh! I certainly have!” Chica replied. 

“IHIHI’M SAHAHAHARRYY!” Gregory yelled out. “IHIHIHI’M SAHAHAHARRYHYHYHYY!” 

“Sorry?” Monty reacted. 

“For what?” Roxy and Chica both said at the same time. 

“FOHOHOR BEHEHEING RUHUHUHUDE TOHOHO YOU!” Gregory told them.

Roxy, Chica and Monty all looked at each other with looks of approval and agreement between them. “Alright.” Roxy replied. 

“We accept your apology!” Monty told Gregory. 

“We will stop.” Chica said as she moved her fingers away. 

Roxy and Monty all removed their own fingers from Gregory’s ticklish spots. Monty lowered his arm while Chica put Gregory’s shirt down. Roxy smiled as she picked up Gregory from Monty’s arms, and spun him around. “Thanks for the apology!” Roxy told him and brought him into a hug. 

Gregory rolled his eyes and smiled as he hugged her back. “You’re welcome…” Gregory replied. 

“Now:” Roxy put Gregory down onto the ground. “What did you want to do while we wait for Freddy to come back?” Roxy asked. 

Gregory jumped up onto his feet. “Can I play with Monty’s guitar?” Gregory asked. “I promise to be careful with it!” Gregory added. 

Monty laughed. “Of course you can, Fanboy!” Monty walked to the back of the stage, unplugged his guitar and brought it out for Gregory to play. 

For the next 20 minutes, Monty and Chica worked together to teach Gregory how to play the guitar. Monty even plugged the guitar into the stereo, and taught Gregory how to do the electric notes. With a few jumps of Gregory’s fingers, he was learning how to do a small bit of electric guitar! It was really cool to hear, and Roxy was genuinely enjoying hearing Gregory play! 

“I wanna hear you do it, Monty!” Gregory told him. 

“You sure? It’s gonna get loud!” Monty warned with a smile. 

“Yeah!” Gregory replied. 

And so, Monty gently took the guitar from Gregory and started showing off his guitar moves. He was jumping his fingers around the strings no problem, and strumming one string at a time. He was even dragging his fingers across the strings to make really awesome sounds! It was super cool to hear! 

“You had better be looking after Gregory while you play, Monty!” Someone mentioned. 

Gregory looked over down the hall, and widened his eyes as he recognized the shadow. “FREDDY!” 

Gregory ran to Freddy while Freddy knelt down. “There’s my superstar!” Freddy cheered, hugging him tightly. Gregory hugged him back just as tightly with a giggle. “It was so fun! Monty let me play his guitar!” Gregory told him. 

“He did?!” Freddy reacted, looking up at Monty. “You are so lucky! That’s the guitar no one can touch!” Freddy told him. “Or else you face the fiery of Monty.” Freddy teased. 

“Hey!” Monty yelled. “I spend 45 minutes looking after Gregory, and this is how you repay me!?” Monty reacted. 

“I’m just kidding!” Freddy told him. 

“The kid was great for us!” Chica told him. 

“Though it took a little convincing to get there.” Roxy added. 

Gregory smiled and looked down awkwardly. All three of the babysitters bursted out laughing at this reaction, while Freddy was left in complete confusion. 

#fluff #nervous #bad jokes #teasing #ticklefic #ler!animatronics #lee!gregory #confused freddy

[justxright]

Zeke Yeager x Reader “Traitor”

Chapter 1 - “Tell me, What is that Weapon called?”

Note : Minor Spoilers! Especially if you haven’t watched Season 2, Involves upcoming deaths and characters from season 3. Involves a bit of Stockholm syndrome.

You stood there on top of the roof by the chimney of the creaky old run down house, staring into the distance in horror.

A titan completely covered in fur with obnoxiously long arms seemed to be taking a stroll in front of you. It paid no mind to you or the man next to you.

“W-What is that thing?” You murmured under your breath, your blades trembling in your palms.

The man next to you spoke rather calmly as his face showed otherwise. “I think it’s abnormal... but I’m still worried about it. Without a horse we’ll have to wait it out here until someone comes by.”

You started back at Miche who had spoken and your eyebrows scrunched up in concern. “It looks over 17 meters tall, and I’ve never seen a titan covered in fur...”

Miche scoffed and patted your back as if everything were okay. There were practically titans surrounding your every exit and the only thing the both of you could do is wait for help. “If anything Captain Levi will come. He’ll always come for you no matter what. If anything were to happen to you, gods help all the Titans.”

You snickered at the light hearted joke and just rubbed your temples. It was true though. Both you and Levi were practically siblings and raised together by Kenny Ackerman. However, as you two grew older, you practically ran a good part of the underground city. Nobody dared to fuck with either of you.

“Oi, (Y/N) lighten up, your brother will come for you don’t worry.” Miche patted your back again, and before you could grab it and twist it, the both of you heard the sound of a horse nearby. Thank god, you wouldn’t have to wait until nightfall or for help.

Miche watched carefully as the horse began to come closer and closer. You then began to prepare everything and make sure you didn’t leave much behind. However, before either of you could move another muscle, the sound of a squealing horse froze the both of you. The horse had been picked up by the titan you and Miche were looking at earlier. The titan’s long hairy arms took aim toward the both of you and chucked the horse in that direction.

“Ah-!” You screeched and ran for cover and gripped the edge of the chimney. The sound of rattling bricks and a squealing horse filled the air. Did that titan just throw a horse at us?!

Fortunately you were still on the roof, but the sound of falling bricks and a dying horse wasn’t the only thing you heard. It was that familiar stomping. Like an earth quake, only more terrifying. You looked down to see that Miche had been caught by a titan, desperately trying to squeeze him into its mouth as it chomped away.

“(Y/N)! Help!” He screamed in agony as his own blood gushed from the Titans mouth. “No, no! Stop!” He continued to yell and cry out. The sounds and cries for help were all too familiar and before you could spring into action, you take another look around you and freeze. There it was. There was that titan right in front of you.

“Wait...”

Huh?! You stood there dumbfounded and the titan that was just chomping away at Miche had stopped. Did it just talk?! No, did it just command another titan?!

The air grew silent and it was if everything had stopped. But you knew it wasn’t going to stop. Things just escalated so quickly that you were sure you were making this up in your head.

The giant fur covered titan had squatted down in front of Miche and just seemed to stare at him for a good minute. It seemed as if it knew Miche was going to die, and it knew Miche was in complete utter fear. You just stood there and shivered. What could you do? You weren’t like Levi. Hell, you aren’t even related by blood. You just have his last name, and at this moment you didn’t even feel like an Ackerman. You didn’t even feel worthy of the name.

The smaller titan that had Miche in its mouth began to chomp away again, blood gushing onto the grass. This seemed to set the beast-looking titan off.

“Huh? Didn’t just say to wait?” The beast titan took its hand around the smaller titan and crushed its head open. This alone set Miche free from its mouth.

You stood there shivering as the beast titan took a look at its own hand, and then in your direction. Even though you were on the roof you felt unsafe. Regardless if you were on higher ground. It just stared at you. As if it were thinking extra carefully for a long minute before it turned its head back to Miche. “Tell me, what is that weapon called?” It said in it deep monotone voice. “The thing on your waist that flies around.”

But Miche only sat there, squealing and crying in pain. Pure fear is what filled him and from your point of view it was like he was staring death in the face. The beast titan then scratched its head and spoke once more. “I’m certain we speak the same language. Perhaps you’re simply too frightened.” He then turned to face you and then looked down to your swords that have fell off the roof while you clinged onto the chimney edge to avoid falling to the ground. “Oh, I see you use swords too. I guess that mean you know we reside in the nape.”

Falling to your knees you cried. This is the part where Levi would come and rescue you. You knew you were just as skilled and just as dangerous, but you were no where near as brave as he was. The only difference is that Levi didn’t fear death. Levi doesn’t care much about living, but you so desperately wanted to know what else was out in the world. You still feared death.

The beast titan then turned its attention away from you and back at Miche. “Ah, well, I’ll just take it back with me.” Its long arms then began to stretch out towards him and it’s hands extended open as he reached for his gear. Miche cried out and laid onto the grass defeated, ready for the titan to pick him up and eat him? Toss him? No, the titan simply pulled off his ODM gear and when it looked like it was leaving for good, it came towards you.

Your pretty eyes filled with tears and your hair began to blow in your face from the air as you cried out for Levi. The titan had looked you in the eye and grinned. “What about you darling? Can you speak?” He then held out the ODM gear in front of you. “Could you tell me how this works?” It asked rather politely, but now you were put on the spot as Miche once was.

“I-I...” Was the only thing you could mutter. The titan only frowned and let out a loud sigh of disappointment. “Ah, I see. What a shame...” It then began to walk away slowly but surely, he was beginning to leave you alone again. What made it even better was that the other Titans that were surrounding the house seemed to stay still when they were commanded to wait.

At least it was better, but only for a moment. You turned your head to see Miche break the silence, spewing some bullshit about fighting for humanity and such, before trying to take on this titan Mikasa style. The beast titan then turned its head around ever so slightly and grinned. “You can move now...”

And at that very moment, all Titans at every angle that surrounded the house came stomping towards Miche, ripping him apart and eating away at his flesh and he shouted your name for help.

You covered your ears at shouted at the beast titan. “Wait! I’ll tell you everything!” You cried desperately, but you knew Levi couldn’t save you this time and you knew that under this titan was just another human. Survival was the only thing on your mind. “Please anything! It’s called an ODM gear! It helps us fly with gas- it-it we use it to accelerate us into the air!” A very vague description, but you were panicking and hopefully that would be enough to satisfy the titan.

The titan turned back around slowly and made its way towards you. It then extended its arms out and its hands pulled off your ODM gear, and threw it aside. “So you can talk?” Its giant smile crept across it’s face as it held out its giant hand in front of you.

You only stood there before it, contemplating if this was all worth it. How were you a hundred percent sure this was going to guarantee your survival? Before you could think any further, the titan grew impatient, and simply grabbed you. “Hey!” You yelped and held into its hand desperately as it began to lift you from the rooftop. Even though you’ve been flying through the air before, you just had your wings clipped. There was no ODM gear that could save you now, and definitely no buildings and trees around to ensure your survival from the fall. The beast titan then lifted you up near the crook of its neck, gesturing for you to hold on.

You did as told, and you watched as he began to walk towards his destination. Passing through the trees and the untouched land that humanity never got to explore outside the walls, It felt was if you were up in the sky flying. You could see the whole world and the horizon. Not just from the top of the walls, but on a titan that was moving. After all, you were several meters into the air and you weren’t using your ODM. Too busy gazing at the horizon and the landscape, you didn’t realize how much time had passed. Before you knew it, you had arrived at wall Maria, in the Shiganshina district.

“Hold on...” the titan growled and began to slam its hands into the wall. Quickly, without hesitation you grabbed onto the fur of the titan and held on as you went further up into sky. It’s climbing the wall? You were completely dumbfounded and before you knew it you were on the top of the wall. Then suddenly steam began to burst out of the titan’s neck. It took you by surprise and you immediately started climbing down from the titain’s arm.

As the person emerged from the titan, you did your best to study their features. Blonde beard and hair, glasses and well- shirtless. It was a man and the moment he emerged from the titan, he immediately started looking for you. It’s not like you could run or escape, so you just stood there until he spotted you standing there on the walls. You both made eye contact for a moment before he climbed off his titan and approached you. He then picked up the ODM gear in the hands of his titan and pointed to the box behind you. “Take a seat” the man said ratherly nicely.

You didn’t even notice the camp that was set up on the wall due to the complete shock you were in. Three little tents and a small fire pit was set up along with a couple wooden boxes. The man then brought up some rope and a knife from one boxes before suddenly pointing the knife at you. “Now, don’t be difficult and hold out your hands. This is only a precaution in case you do something... well, stupid.”

Anything to survive, anything to survive. The only determination you had was to get back to Levi and Hange. With all the information unraveling in front of your eyes, this could surely help humanity unfold the mystery of the world beyond the walls. You took a huge gulp and held out both of your hands as the man began to wrap them around in rope tightly. You hiss at the tight pain around your wrist, causing the man to only chuckle. “Oh don’t worry now, this isn’t enough to bruise your pretty skin.” Your cheeks suddenly burned out of being flustered. What’s this guys deal?!

After the man had completed tying your wrist you slowly sat down without breaking eye contact while the man sat across from you. His piercing dull grey eyes didn’t leave your face as he held up the ODM gear in front of him.

“Now then, be a doll and explain how this weapon works or face the consequences.”

Taken back by so many questions you had, you only blinked a couple times and looked away. “I- Well...”

“Oh forgive me! Where are my manners? We must introduce ourselves.” The man scoffed and chuckled to himself lightly before pulling out a box of cigarettes. “I am War Cheif Zeke Yeager.” He the put the cigarette between his lips and lit it. A cloud of smoke and the smell of nicotine filled the air as your face showed physical confusion. Yeager? ...

You knew it wasn’t common at all for people to have the same last name, but you couldn’t exactly jump to conclusions. No way they could be related, you nor Eren haven’t even seen this guy before in your entire lives. There was no way this man was from the walls.

Zeke suddenly let out an annoyed grunt. “Ahem... I’m trying to be patient here. It’d be a shame if I had to hurt your pretty face.”

Your heart suddenly started beating two times faster and you let out your response as fast as you could. “Oh! I- I’m (y/n) Ackerman...” you whimpered and your face trying to show was much bravery as you can. This seemed to get Zeke to grin brigger than it had been before.

“Well (y/n) here’s the plan. You are going to tell me everything on your side of the story. I want to know their plans, and how much you all think you know about Titans.” He spoke through the cigarette in his mouth and began to light the fire pit while the sun began to set.

“W-What? I thought you just wanted to know about the weapons we use?” Your heart started beating again, but this time in fear. Fear that he’d never let you go and you’d never find a chance to escape this man.

Zeke placed what looked like a metal pot over the fire and began to boil the substance inside of it. “Well, yes indeed you will tell me about the weapons you use. I’ll admit it is an extremely clever invention, but you will also tell me everything else and everything I want to know. Understand?”

You nodded this time without hesitation and gave him your best convincing face of loyalty. “Okay, I understand...”

To survive and get back to Levi. Survive and Escape when given the chance.

“That’s what I like to hear.” Zeke’s face only haunted you more as the sun went completely down, the only thing lighting up his face to be viable was the glow of the fire.

However, as his face haunted you, he thought of yours as profoundly beautiful. The glow of the fire reflecting from your face was just too much for him. There was no way he could tear his eyes away from your face. Perhaps he liked the way you teared up, or the way you you gently spoke to him after he had captured you. He knew there was no way he might let you go anymore after he’d snuff out all the information out of you.

No, he might just take you back to Marley with him. First, he’d just have to make you fall for him.

#zeke yeager #zeke yeager x reader #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #zeke x reader #zeke x you #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman #snk hange #levi ackerman #snk levi #attack on titan zeke #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyojin x reader #x reader #levi x reader

[free-pancakes]

I exactly don't remember it's fanart or ACWNR..but Levi killed/fought some people who harassed Isabelle by cutting her hair..so a prompt on Levi giving some lesson who harassed Hanji.

Levi stared at Hange’s hand as she absentmindedly poked at her dinner rations with a fork.

“Four-eyes, stop playing with your food.”

“What?” she asked, her voice uncharacteristically hollow. Her mind was obviously somewhere else, but not in the way she’d be when her thoughts were on her research. This was much different, and Levi knew exactly why. As he pushed back in his seat and stood up, Hange didn’t even flinch. She continued to stare down at her plate, rolling her fork over the peas, squishing them between the spokes at random. Levi walked out of the mess hall, and he stole one more glance at her as he walked through door—no change, no smile, no wave goodbye.

Levi took one of the horses and made his trek towards Sina. As he rode, the events of this morning played in his head.

He and Hange sat together at a military meeting in Sina—not paying attention to the presentation at all. These monthly meetings were pointless for the Scouts and were clearly more of use to the MP and Garrison, but they were required to attend, to all the Scouts’ annoyance. Hange and Levi played their usual game of taking bets on how long it would take for Erwin to start tapping his foot with impatience, how many times Nanaba would punch Mike for saying some kind of inappropriate joke, how many sketches Moblit would make of Nifa as he stared at her from across the room, how long into the meeting it would take before Eld would hold back laughter at Petra kicking Oluo underneath the table. Hange won majority of their bets today so she was in such a great mood. Levi couldn’t help but feel happy at seeing her brag about how well she knew their friends. He never understood how he survived all these meetings before he started sitting next to Hange during them.

As they walked out together, Hange realized she forgot her notebook. Levi gave her an annoyed scowl and returned to meeting room to retrieve it. He was ready to throw it back at her like a frisbee when he turned the corner because he was sure it’d make her laugh, and he loved the sound of that. But before he could do so, he heard stern, mocking voices. He only caught the end of the conversation, but it sounded like some moron MP was harassing Hange, calling her some stupid waste of space, going on about he was the one had to deal with her paperwork and crap on titans. Before he left, the MP officer managed to spit out a final comment on how she was only in the position she was in because rumor had it she was good friends with both the Commander and “humanity’s strongest,” and spit in her face before walking away.

Levi couldn’t get Hange’s resulting expression out of his mind. Normally she didn’t take MP harassment personally and laughed it off, but this one particularly affected her. He knew she’d be back to normal after a day or so, but Levi wasn’t about to let this one slide. After all, this moron was asking for it by dragging him and Erwin into the picture.

Levi slipped into the MP barracks, sneaking silently in the shadows. He quickly turned behind a corner as a light switched on and some MP officers walked out. They were... gossiping about him and Hange being in...

...a relationship? Levi’s face turned red hot in embarrassment. Goddamnit Erwin wasn’t kidding that there were rumors about him and Hange. This threw Levi off, so much so that he didn’t notice a young man and woman approach him from the side.

Levi looked at them, both completely frightened seeing THE Levi Ackerman standing in front of them. Levi put his index finger up to his lips, gesturing that the two best stay silent. Then in a blink of an eye, Levi was gone.

“Hitch, shouldn’t we...”

“Marlo, I’m not about to mess with that guy, let’s just go, ya big oaf.”

Levi walked around until he heard voices behind a door, and he recognized the one right away. They were still shit-talking Hange and Erwin, and Levi had enough. When he got his chance, knocked out the officer when he turned the corner alone, and carried him away.

When the officer came to, he woke up laying down in a candle lit room, the sound of loud, giant, heavy breathing to his left. Before he could figure out what the hell was happening, he was grabbed by the collar and found himself staring into the dark grey eyes of Levi Ackerman. “Woah what the—“

Levi dragged him over to the titan Hange and her team had captured the other day.

“You think Hange is at the position she’s at because of who she knows?”

Levi held the man up near the titan’s face, and he screamed as the titan attempted to chomp at him, where Levi pulled him just an inch from safety just in time. The man screamed and gagged as the rancid breath of the titan reached his nose.

Levi dropped kicked the guy and punched him straight in the face, breaking his nose.

“Hange and her team caught this big guy right here, think you can do that?”

Levi bent down and sat on the MP officer’s chest, and the man flinched, his eyes filled with fear, his smart mouth shut and not wanting to ever say anything bad about Hange Zoe ever again.

Levi pulled out a knife from his pocket with a casual look in his eyes, spun it in his hand and held it right above the man’s throat.

“Did you really think you could get away with saying such bullshit straight to Hange’s face? And even think you could drag me into it without facing some sort of consequence? You sicken me,” he muttered as the knife clattered to the floor and the man yelped at the sound.

“So if you ever hurt Hange like that ever again, just know...” Levi leaned down, his nose just an inch away from the man’s face, his eyes shooting daggers into the officer’s.

“...I can make a way for them to demote you and make you a Scout. And your sorry ass knows you wouldn’t survive a minute during an expedition.”

“And you think you know who Hange Zoe is?”

He shook his head.

“That’s right, because her stupidly kind self would save your ass if she saw you in trouble on an expedition, despite how horribly you treated her.”

Levi stood up and gestured the man to stand.

“Now you can walk yourself all the way back to Sina, idiot.”

The man scurried away but before he could leave the tent, Levi made one more request.

“Oh, and you seem like you’re all talk and your moron friends probably listen to you. Do me a favor and stomp out those rumors about Hange and me. My relationship with four-eyes is none of your business.” The man frantically nodded and ran off.

Levi sighed, and walked back to the barracks. As he passed by Hange’s quarters, he pushed the door open and peaked inside the dark room. There she was, her back to him sitting at her desk, the light of the moon shining through the window, outlining her frame. Levi pulled up a chair behind her and rested his chin on her shoulders and she leaned her head on his.

“Something wrong, Levi?” They sat in silence for awhile, only the sound of their breathing filled the room, along with a few residual sniffles from Hange’s silent crying over the MP officer’s words that morning.

At least Levi knew she wouldn’t be getting any crap from the MP anymore. He scared the guy good.

He wrapped his arms around Hange’s waist from where he sat behind her, and she curled her fingers gently around his hands.

“No, I’m good right here,” he whispered with a tiny smile.

#levihan #hange zoe #levi ackerman #hanji zoe #snk #aot #ask #anon #erwin #mike zacharias #nanaba #moblit #marlo #hitch

[joyaphoria]

m for manipulative (5)

part five: got pizza money?

pairing: iwaizumi x f!reader, oikawa x f!reader

summary: going into college with your closest friends—oikawa and iwaizumi—at your side, life was really looking up. however, when three new girls come along with nothing but bright smiles and seemingly good intentions, you soon find out that not only are they a threat to your friendship, but to your life.

© 𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢​​

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“i understand, l/n-san, uh yes, y/n will b-be staying with—oikawa shut up!—with me tonight, yes. oh, yea—no, we were studying and didn’t realize how late it had gotten—yea, no, she has extra clothes here. okay, thank you.”

hanging up the phone, iwaizumi fumbles with his key, struggling to open his front door with oikawa tugging on his pants, and you drooling at his neck.

“iwa-chann! why can’t we go to my place instead! i have a-a um..” oikawa aggressively rubs at his eyes, trying to finish his sentence.

"fuck!” iwaizumi curses under his breathe and jumps when you chomp on his shoulder, causing you to fall to the ground. “shit! y/n.”

oikawa gasps, both hands over his mouth. “iwa-chan! did you just hit a girl?”

you burst into tears on the porch, and iwaizumi ignores you, finally finding the right key that fits into the slot.

“shh, if you stop crying, i’ll let you sleep on the bed.” he whispers, while oikawa stomps into the house.

your face lights up and you nod excitedly, wiping your fake tears onto the back of your sleeve. 

“iwa-chan! where all the foods?” oikawa yells from inside, and iwaizumi drops you again, running in after him.

“ooowww!” you hick, crawling into the house on all fours.

“stop yelling shitty-kawa!” iwaizumi thumps his back. “my parents are asleep.”

taking hold of the counter, you hoist yourself up, and lean on the island for support. “hajimee! can we get pizza?” you ask, your mouth watering at all the possible combinations.

“yes!” tooru tackles you in a hug, landing you once again on the floor. “pizza pizza pizza pizza!”

“you got pizza money?” iwaizumi arches his eyebrow at you two on the floor, shaking his head. 

“uhh..” you look at tooru, who was now laying on top of you. “do you?”

oikawa reaches back and rummages through his back pocket, before pulling out a small square wrapper. “no, but i have bubble gum!”

“what the fuck-” iwaizumi snatches the package from oikawa’s hand, his face contorted in disgust. “why the hell do you have a condom in your back pocket?”

“to have sex of course! silly iwa-chan!” oikawa giggles, and you laugh along with him.

“holy shit. thats it. everyone upstairs, now.”

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“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO SLEEP ON THE FLOOR?” oikawa screeches at you, wrestling to stay on the bed.

“GET OFF. GET, OFF!” you whine, tugging at his hair, and attempting to kick him off of you. “HAJI SAID I CAN SLEEP ON THE BED! ME! ONLY ME!”

you cry out when oikawa bites your cheek, having you roll off the bed.

“why would you do that!” you cry from the floor, rubbing at the teeth marks in your cheeks.

“you tried to shove your big toe up my ass!” oikawa sobs, crossing his arms and crawling under the bedsheet.

“i’m sorry tooru!” you climb back onto the bed, spooning him from behind. “don’t cry, okay? i was just kidding!”

“i leave for five minutes and you guys trash my room.” iwaizumi sighs, entering the room with two boxes of pizza in his hands.

oikawa’s mood is instantly lifted, jumping up and head-butting your chin. you burst back into tears when your tongue stings, a warm liquid pooling your mouth.

“look what you’ve done.” iwaizumi sighs, putting down the pizza on his dresser to help you off the bed. “let’s go rinse your mouth out.”

“iwa-chan! that sounds so dirty!” tooru points out, while hajime turns bright red.

“you wanna wash my mouth out, haji?” you wriggle your eyebrows, and iwaizumi fumbles over his words.

“n-no, i meant, like, it’s-it’s like—” frustrated, he thumps you on your head, and drags you to the bathroom. “just shut up.”

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note: 

— oop i didn’t know meia had a dad

— ofc haji caved and bought the pizza

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