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songbirdsingingthings · 3 years

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Midnight Revelations - Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi

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WARNINGS: Fluff, Swearing (It’s Bakugou, so, that’s kinda a given)

Requested by @luluwiie :

Given your gift for writing, I'm honestly utterly surprised your box is not already full :o but this is my chance ! Kuhuhu * robbing hands *

May I request a Todoroki or Bakugo one shot (Just choose whether you feel more inspired with one, another or both) where they are just sharing some moments with reader, and like, they enjoy their time with Reader and when they come back to their dorms, alone in their bedroom, they just realize how much they care for Reader? Like, more than their close friend and partner in crimes ? Like, more in a pining way? I just love emotional epiphanies 😳❤

Tysm if you do this ! CANT WAIT TO READ YOU MORE ❤❤

- Luluv

A/N: YOU’RE LITERALLY THE SWEETEST ❤❤❤. I had a lot of fun writing this one since Bakugou is such an interesting character, so I hope you enjoy!! (Also, the song “True Love” by P!NK was playing nonstop in my head while writing this.)

Word Count: 1.9K

If it was within his control, Katsuki Bakugou would be fast asleep in his own bed by now. It made sense to him - the sky was completely dark making the stars clearly visible and it was already past 10:30 p.m., so why on earth was he awake? The short and simplest answer yielded the same result; you. How you had wedged yourself in between him and his strict sleep schedule, Bakugou had no idea, so here he was, sat with a grimace on his face as you tried to work out the last math problem on the long homework sheet Ectoplasm had assigned.

“Wait, so when it’s a hyperbola, it’s a²- b² = c²?” You ask, glancing in between the blonde-haired boy sat next to you and the sheet full of conic section equations. Bakugou just looked at you with a mixture of a tired and dumbfounded expression.

“No, idiot, it’s a²+ b² = c² because the standard form uses subtraction. It’s the other way around for ellipses.” He explains gruffly, taking your mechanical pencil and writing down the equation roughly. However, due to the sheer force of his hand on the poor little pencil, the led snapped off. You laughed a little at the outburst that followed shortly after.

“Bakugou, don’t press so hard, the lead is thinner.” You say, taking the pencil from his hand gingerly. He simply scoffs in return.

“Yeah, well, normal pencils don’t do that. Get better ones next time.” He hurumphs, leaning back in his chair and letting his head hang off the back. He remains like this for a few minutes while you scribble down the rest of your equations, ultimately coming to a solution.

“Okay, I think I got it! Is it… (y+5)²/9 - (x - 4)²/25?” With a hesitant voice and a hopeful expression, you push the homework sheet in front of Bakugou to hopefully gain his approval. You wince as he scans your work carefully, raising his eyebrows on certain occasions. Finally, he sets the paper down and slides it back over to you. “Well?” You ask, a little exasperated.

“Yeah, that’s the correct answer.” With a sigh of relief you slumped back into your chair with a smile on your face. However, that only lasted for a few seconds. “Wait, then what the hell were those facial expressions when you were looking at it?” You ask, taking the math sheet and putting it in a folder that was then shoved into your school bag.

“Your handwriting is shit.” Is all Bakugou had to say as he stood up and stretched his arms out. You roll your eyes and glance at the clock.

“Damn, it’s already 11:15.” You murmur, letting one of your hands card through your hair, massaging your head and releasing the tension that was built up by doing several pages of pre-calc. “Thanks, by the way. You didn’t need to stay this late to help me out, so I really appreciate it.” You say, expressing your gratitude to the blonde. Bakugou rubs his eyes before slinging his bag over his shoulder, letting his blazer stay unbuttoned and his tie loose around his neck. You had to admit, his somewhat disheveled look did look quite attractive on him, but if you told him that he would either never let you hear the end of it or get pissed off for commenting on his fashion. He already got enough of that from his parents, apparently.

“Yeah, I didn’t, and now thanks to you I’m gonna be tired as hell in the morning.” He complains, opening the door to your dorm to exit.

“You know, a cold compress does wonders for eyebags.” You say, a mischievous grin on your face. He narrows his eyes and flips you off. “I enjoyed spending time with you too, Bakugou!” And with that, the door to your dorm was closed.

Katsuki felt like a zombie by the time he got to his own dorm. He didn’t even bother putting his school bag on his desk or arranging his shoes by the door like he usually does. Instead, he just let the brown shoulder bag slump onto the floor as he fumbled to get his shoes off. Why the hell had you made him stay for so long? He finished all of his homework hours before you did, and still, he had to remain stationed at that wooden low table as he had to keep himself busy while you plugged away at your own work. After about an hour, looking through his phone got incredibly boring so he moved on to looking around your room, taking in all of the things that made it up. Of course, he wasn’t doing this to try to get to know you more, he already knew all he needed to… right? But as his eyes raked over the photos and decor of your room, the more glimpses he got into your personal life, so he stopped immediately.

Bakugou did make an effort to change his clothes. Peeling his blazer from his arms and hanging it up haphazardly in his closet along with his white button up. He tugged on a random black shirt and swapped his uniform pants for pajama ones and finally, finally, clambered into his bed. And, although he tried hard to make his brain shut off and just let him enter a dreamless sleep, his mind began to wander. He blamed his delirious nature for letting his neurons take him from place to place, situation to situation, until they finally projected an image of you into his head. It was a simple display of you and a recent one, too. Just Y/N L/N, sat at the little wooden table with her head perched on one of her hands with a stupid mechanical pencil in her hand. Did her hair always kind of frame her face like that? He wondered, scrunching his closed eyes. It didn’t look as horrible today, he supposed. Bakugou let his eyes flutter open, only to see that his digital clock read a clear 12:04 a.m. in electric red. He sighed and let his gaze fall on the ceiling right above him. Why was he thinking of you this late in the evening? And, to his surprise, he realized that he felt much more at home in your dorm room than he did right now, in his own space.

“What the hell…” He muttered, turning on his bedside lamp. His room was shed in a soft light, illuminating only the nearest furniture and himself. If he wasn’t able to go asleep, he sure as hell wouldn’t let this time go to waste. Picking up the book on his shelf that he was most recently into, he flipped through the pages to find his place and started reading again. He would never admit it, but Pride and Prejudice was turning out to be a much better read than expected. Bakugou found the main heroine to be much more likeable than any others he had read about. Her charisma and wit satisfied him where other characters were lacking, and the way she refused to be phased by an arrogant and sometimes brash guy who pushed her buttons constantly… He let the book fall to the ground without so much of a care as realizations flooded his brain. You put up with him. Whenever he was acting rude or was teasing you without relent, you would just simply roll your eyes and fire back. He put up with you, too. All your unreasonable habits, like staying up way too late, he was still by your side. Why?

“I…” Katsuki forced himself to look into the mirror. He saw his reflection to be way out of the norm. His eyes were wide, his posture was perfect, and his cheeks were red. “I like her.” He let the words flow freely from his mouth. With one more glance to the clock by his bedside, he grabbed a hoodie and shoved his head through it while opening his door and heading straight to yours. He knew from all of the prior knowledge on you stored in his brain and the light that shown beneath your door that you were, in fact, still awake. With three soft knocks, your door swung open to reveal you. Clad in soft looking pajama shorts and a flimsy top, your hair was a mess and your eyes were drooping. Bakugou never thought you could look so beautiful.

“Bakugou, it’s way past your bedtime.” You quip, your voice mimicking a doting parent. Bakugou shoved his way past you into your room and began to lightly pace. Your once joking smile fell into a confused frown, your eyes starting to swim with concern. “Seriously, Katsuki, what’s up? You’ve never stayed up this late except for that one time I insisted you did because a once in a lifetime meteor shower was on full display. I mean, you complained about it of course, but I knew you actually liked it because your eyes-”

“Just, shut it!” The blonde finally says. You pull back slightly, surprised at his words. “You write your twos and sevens weird, some of your habits tend to be unproductive, and sometimes I just can not stand you, but I like you.” The two of you are silent for a moment before you take a step towards him.

“You have feelings for me?” You ask, your voice soft like velvet and your eyes twinkling. Despite all of his reservations, his hard exterior and the sneer he always wore melted.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” You shook your head and took another step forward.

“Don’t answer it like you're confirming that I correctly solved a math problem. Answer it like you love me.” Bakugou’s cheeks flamed at your sudden confidence, but he took a step forward so that your bodies were almost touching.

“I love you Y/N.” And with that, a wide grin spread across your face. Your arms wrapped themselves around the blonde’s neck and you leaned into him, your lips meeting his in a searing kiss. It was slow in pace but fierce in passion as he grew more comfortable, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing you closer so that you were flush against his chest. Breathless and red in the face, Bakugou finally pulls back to see your ecstatic face. “Oi, what’s with the face?” He says, flustered.

“Nothing,” you say, going into your bathroom with a little towelette. He raises his eyebrows. “I told you before, a cold compress works wonders for the inevitable eye bags that you will have in the morning, and this is the perfect size.” He huffs in amusement and plucks the towelette from your hands. “Plus, you’ll have to return it to me. It gives you another excuse to hang out with me.” Bakugou finally earns a little confidence and his trademarked smirk spreads across his face.

“I don’t need an excuse to hang out with you. You’ll need my help again on the homework.”

“Always the charmer,” you quip, walking with him so that he was standing in the hallway and you in the doorway. “See ya tomorrow,” you smile, pecking him on the lips.

“See ya, Y/N.” His blush was still prevalent, but his eyebrows narrowed and a scowl replaced the smirk. “And throw out those mechanical pencils, they’re absolute shit.”

“Anything for you, Lover!” You joke, closing the door. Lover, he thinks. He can get used to a nickname like that.

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sicjimin · 3 years

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Hello 🙂

Would you be willing to do a namgi fic (platonic or romantic) where Namjoon has a bad stomachache, but he has to push through an awards ceremony, performance and be a leader and all that jazz. Yoongi is trying to comfort him the whole time.

Take care of yourself.

A.N : my first namjoon fic !! eheh thank u for requesting :] this such a cute idea. I'm sorry this took a longgg time T.T I hope this does justice to your expectation .. :D

Ever since their debut, the end of the year—where most of the awards ceremony take time— is the scariest time in his life. It always brings more unnecessary anxiousness in his body rather than on daily basis. This year is no different .. or, if it's any different, he was more fucked up this time.

Namjoon knows he was fuck up when he feels full after few spoons of his dinner. He ate half of it before he pushed the bowl away, gaining a questioning look from his boyfriend, "You're not gonna finish it?", Yoongi asks. Namjoon huff as he gives a rub on his stomach, it genuinely feels tight, " Mhm, no. I'm full already". Yoongi frowns grown deeper, "But you barely eat anything since lunch though?"

"I know,", Namjoon brush his hair back with frustration, " I just, don't feel like it", he feels worse as time goes by, "let's finish up your food and go home hyung, I'm tired". Yoongi gives the latter one last curious look before back to his food. Being Namjoon's boyfriend for the last 2 years and his best friend for the last 8 years, making him know the younger by the back of his hand. He knows something is up with Namjoon, and his assumption proven right when Namjoon dozing off in the car back home. Namjoon can't handle silence in the car— at least there should be a radio, and now seeing him not protest or whine with the complete silence is making Yoongi more alerted.

When they arrived, Namjoon was moving so fast— it seems like he couldn't wait to curled himself to sleep, because Yoongi just finished parking the car and got into their room, he already greeted by Namjoon's figure curled under the blanket. Yoongi sighs before he retreats himself to the bathroom.

He scoots himself to his side of the bed, propped his head on his arms to support his body. He runs his fingers through the younger hair, knowing well that he's not sleeping —judging by how forced the closed eyes there. Yoongi whispers as his hand now move to graze the latter cheeks, "Joonie, hey, you're not sleeping, are you?"

Namjoon groans and turns his body so he could face the older. He wraps his hand around Yoongi's little waist, pushing the older closer so he could nuzzle his head further, "Mhm, can't". Yoongi's touch is so calming, Namjoon actually starts to dozing off as Yoongi plays with his hair, " Why? You look off after dinner". Then its silence between them, "You're sick, right?", Yoongi adds. Namjoon huff, he really can't hide anything from his boyfriend, " I can't say I'm sick .. like literally sick since it's only my stomach that hurts so bad. Maybe it's only dinner not agreeing with me hyung", Namjoon mustered a strained smile, "Lets just sleep hyung. I will feel better later. We got a long day tomorrow". Yoongi observes his boyfriend longer before giving up and groans, " Oh shit .. award shows. I hate that", Namjoon giggles, "Oh tell me about it hyung"

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Yoongi eyeing his boyfriend that seated beside him, observing the younger through their mirror as the staff applying their makeup. They still have around 35 minutes before the red carpet starts. Yoongi could see how Namjoon getting worse as the second pass by, judging by how color has drained from his lips—making the makeup noona applying more lipbalm to conceal it— and how his hands never leaving his stomach. Yoongi turns his gaze to his mirror again, his hands slowly moving to reach Namjoon's and interlaced it. He grazes his thumbs over the latter palms. Yoongi could feel Namjoon's head turn to face him, before he turns back the squeeze.

The rest of the award show went like a blur for Namjoon. It feels like he is a robot that talks automatically once camera is on. Cheers to his 10 years of experience in interviews and red carpet, he successfully going through that one. The only thing left is enjoying the performance, accepting awards if they got some, and their performance.

Namjoon sighs in relief when he could see their seat. It still a few hours until their performance, at least he still could calm down his stomach that now feels worse after all the acts he pulled. He grabs the tissue on his suit pocket and crumpled it, absorbing cold sweats that starts making its way along with wave of cramps that shooting him on and off. He turns his head when he sees a commotion on his side with his peripheral sight, "Hyung? Arent your seat near Taehyung?", he asks when he sees Yoongi seated beside him, " I asked Jungkook to change"

"Why?"

"Dont you want to be near with me?", Yoongi asks back. Namjoon bites his inner cheeks, holding himself to sighs in joy and let out a stupid smile. Damn, he loves his boyfriend so much.

"I'm okay hyung", Namjoon says softly. He knows why Yoongi clings with him. He means, if the situation reversed where Yoongi needs to go through schedule after puking his guts out in the morning and complaining stomachache, he would cling to Yoongi too. "You're breaking cold sweats Namjoon-ah, and your hands are trembling", Yoongi says softly, worry is prominent in his voice. Namjoon widened his eyes, he forgot how observant his boyfriend is. " How bad is it?"

Namjoon bites his lower lips as he watched the performer on stage, "It feels like someone is squeezing wet towel inside me, hyung", Yoongi grazes his thumbs over the younger boy's palms, " Do you want to ask for medicine? We still have a long time here"

Namjoon shakes his head, "I think i still can handle this hyung. Don't worry"

But favor didn't work on Namjoon's side, since it's only been 30 minutes after he said with confidence "I can handle this" to his boyfriend now he's fighting with his iced americano that begging to come out. He squirms in his seat, trying to found a comfortable position that maybe could help to calm his bubbling stomach. The performer on the stage was just a mere figure that dancing and singing there, Namjoon's focus was already gone. He moves his position again as he let out a nauseated huff. He feels hot flush all over his body. He took a glance on Yoongi, hoping that his boyfriend catch how uncomfortable he's right now. and he's right.

"Joon-ah", Yoongi calls, his eyes filled with worry. Namjoon gulps down the liquid that was creeping on his throat, " Yoongi, i think i need to go to the bathroom for a minute"

"Let me go with you", Yoongi already lifts his body before Namjoon push him back softly, " No", Namjoon hushed, "Fans might be worried if there are a lot of us that gone. I will go alone"

"Are you sure you will be okay?"

Namjoon shuts his eyes closed and nods, "I will be back", he says before walking down through artist seats. When he couldn't hear more noise from the stage and entering the hallway with fewer people, he speeds up his legs and burst the stall door—he's lucky no one is there— when he sees one. The next thing he knows his body takes over as dark brown watery liquid rushing through his mouth and splashes to the water below. He gasps a quick air as his stomach cramps again, bringing another round of warm liquid out of his body. He keeps pouring wave after wave. His body bent further following the motion of his cramped stomach. He is almost sure if it's not because of his hand holding on the wall and the toilet tightly, he already falls over. Namjoon sniffles after the wave tapered down and only bitter bile spurting out. Terrible is beyond an understatement. He leaned to the wall as his body almost give up—if he didn't remember the stylist noona nagging that he will get if he stained his suit. Namjoon rubs his stomach, he already feels empty, but it still sloshing and twisting. He bites his lips as tears escaped his eyes. He needs Yoongi.

"Joon-ah?", Namjoon eyes widened. His cloudy brain tries to figure whose voice is that, but failed. "Joon? Are you here?"

Oh. Its Yoongi. Namjoon gulped down the lump in his throat before weakly answered, "Here"

The stall door opened, showing his tiny boyfriend figure, "How are you feeling?", Yoongi softly says as he makes his way to the stall. He flushed the toilet and guided the younger body to his, " 'm feeling terrible, hyung"

Yoongi rubs his back, "I know. Do you want to just rest in the dressing room? There's no way you could perform and all, Joon-ah", Yoongi leaner back a bit so he could see his boyfriend's face, but to no avail, as the younger nuzzled his head deeper on him, " I cant hyung," Namjoon mumbled, "I'm the leader. and if i suddenly disappear, fans will be worried. Everything will be a mess"

Yoongi sighs, he knows there's no way he could convince the younger if he already made up his mind, "Ok but let's ask staff for medicine first. I don't want you to go back there with an empty stomach and no medicine in your body", Namjoon weakly nods before he rinses his mouth and gets dragged by his boyfriend to do whatever he wants him to do.

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The rest of the award shows goes well. Namjoon managed to give 2 speeches for the awards they received, and the rest of it, the members gratefully backing him up for speaking. Yoongi never left his side during the whole event, gently squeezing his hand every time Namjoon tightens his grip whenever cramps hit him, and rubbing his palm softly whenever he sees Namjoon start being jittery and can't stop gulping down sick. Short to say, he's couldn't ask for a better Yoongi. Namjoon also needs to give applause to his body that still manages to jump, run, and practically— function normally during their performance. It feels like his body understands his duty as he was fine the whole performance, even until closing, and just give up when the time they entered the dorm—as he bolts from the car and runs to throw himself to the toilet for another harsh round of puking his guts out.

"I was wondering how you suddenly manage to act fine the whole time .. it seems like your body is already set up as an idol, hm?", Yoongi murmured as his hand rubbing Namjoon's arched back that still contracts, sending whatever remains from the younger stomach to go out. Namjoon leaned back when he managed to stop dry heaving, his hand shakily wipes his mouth and his nose before he chuckles weakly, " I guess that's the perks of 10 years idol?"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #caretaker!yoongi #sick!namjoon

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taechaos · 3 years

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Idea series oc sneaking Tae in the house after he had big fight with his father about something (your choice if it's smutty or fluff or angsty) with a peek of a vurberable Tae? Honestly i think he would change the topic as soon as he started it and prob with sex.

Anyway I'm really interest in their family dynamic since I remember don't know if it was in part one or two that you mention they have really religious parents? And seeing how harsh their dad is with Taehyung it have me wondering how is his relationship with the mother and ocs with both parents, despite everything the seem really distant from their kids, maybe thats why Tae and YN find comfort in each other. OC is the first real bond Tae made with someone so maybe that's the reason of his fear of being replaced and his obsession with her, and ocs mother probably don't pay that much attention to her so that's why even after the incident she still want him to be there. At this point I'm just rambling I'm sorry. And this ask is all over the place, started with a request and ended questioning characters life 💀💀. Sorry hehe.

when i read this yesterday i was literally blown away by this like hOLY shit your analysis is so in-depth at first i was like damn do my characters have more than oNE DIMENSION?? WHICH IS RLY FLATTERING BUT I THINK ITS JUST UR WORDS THAT MADE ME SOUND SMART 💀💀💀 the ending is chef's kiss tho made me bust a lung SHFJJD thank you so much for taking the time to write this its honestly so fucking amazing. hopefully u can see more of their family dynamic in this drabble :)

Rays of sunlight slither through the cracks in the blinds of the living room, allowing Taehyung's father enough light to scan the newspaper he holds in his hand, with the musical, happy chirping of mockingbirds filling in the silence. All of these beautiful signs of nature and peaceful rotation of the earth makes Taehyung tense up even more.

The moment he got back home from buying drugs, his father greeted him in monotone with a, "would you sit with me for a moment?" and he hasn't spoken since. The zipperbag in his pocket crinkles every time he shifts in his seat, making him cringe momentarily before he starts nervously fidgeting again.

This is so awkward and yet equivalent to hearing: we need to talk. God, why is he so silent?

Clearing his throat, Taehyung stands just as his father flips a page with a lick of his thumb. "I'm going to my room really quick."

"No."

"Oh." When will his step-mother return? She's his only hope as he sits down while avoiding looking at his father, whose gaze is set on the black and white printed pages.

It's only a minute later when he talks without diverting his gaze.

"Your sister is in her room, researching her major to get a headstart on a typical syllabus."

"Smart," he comments with disinterest and nibbles on his upper lip.

"Taehyung, how was your attendance in college?" he folds the newspaper and curiously peeks at his son, who is doing a poor job at hiding his nerves.

"It was alright–"

"Lying is a sin, son," his movements are aristocratic when he leans his chin on his fist. "Don't lie."

"I'm not," he stammers and his eyes flicker, "it was bad at the beginning of the year, but I fixed it."

His father pinches the bridge of nose where his frames lie. "I love your sister, Taehyung," he sighs and takes off his glasses, "I want her to do well. I've given up on you, but her? She can accomplish great things if you're not there to influence her. You're a bad influence. Are you following me?"

Taehyung nods dumbly with a racing heart before registering his words and shaking his head. "What?" he blurts. "I used to help her with her homework all the time–"

"You were home once every month."

"Just because you didn't see me doesn't mean I didn't see her," he coldly says. That's not entirely accurate, but it is true that he saw you more than he saw his parents before he started living here again. For you.

His father is taken aback, offended as he scoffs, "You avoided me and your mother, and yet have the face to stay in our home?" He stands up and passes the coffee table that was Taehyung's only barrier to hover over him with distance. "I expected so much more from you, but you can't even do the bare minimum. An adult without a stable job, respectable girlfriend, and embarrassing grades. I'm ashamed to have raised such a boy, for I can't even call you a man."

Taehyung abruptly stands but he continues, "If you can't even pay rent, go back to that landfill you came from."

"I have to pay rent to live with my family?" He's livid and his hands shake by his sides; they're taking you away from him because what? He isn't the son they wanted him to be?

"You've made it clear that the only thing keeping you here is my daughter," he blindly points at the closed door of your room, "and you will have to try much harder to see her again. Get your life together, and you can come back."

Taehyung's face is heated with anger from the injustice. "What the fuck?! This is such bullshit; you're kicking me out?"

His father frowns at his language, growling, "Taehyung! I will not let you drag her down that path with you. When you stop destroying everything you touch, I'll gladly let you live here."

Destroy? He hasn't done any harm to anyone—especially not you. He knows he's self-destructive, but it doesn't extend to his environment. If he fails, it's his failure, but his father takes it personally instead of encouraging him to do better.

The importance of reputation and success in this family enrages him; he's aware that he's not much of an affectionate person either, but a little love wouldn't hurt to witness in the household.

Instead of defending himself or speaking his mind, he obliges bitterly.

"You need to get laid," are his last words before he slams the door and opens the zipper bag to pop a pill. Ecstasy isn't so fun when you're not around, but he can use the distraction. It's been a bad day.

He flips off a stray cat idling around the garden before casually leaving the property.

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Studying isn't fun for you, never has been, never will be. Though you hate every second of it, it does give you something to do to make time pass faster. You've been tutoring yourself about things you'll learn sooner or later anyway, but you guess it doesn't hurt to have to study less when the time comes.

You check the time. It's approaching night at 9 PM, and your father wouldn't protest against a break now, hopefully. He only suggested that you should start studying, but you know what his suggestions really mean.

Do it, or get shamed into doing it with subtle glances.

As if that isn't enough, he constantly checked up on you throughout the day. He wasn't exactly giving you a choice, which irks you.

But that's done and over with, and there's a more pressing matter at hand: where is Taehyung? You heard bits and pieces of the argument, but you couldn't get the whole scoop. You worry he's going to go back to his old habits of never being here, rarely seeing you. He would've been hanging out with you six hours ago out of routine... It can't just be you being clingy. Something happened.

You: are you coming home tonight?

The response takes a few minutes.

taehyung: nop

taehyung: but i am coming to ur room

taehyung: cuz ik u cant sleep without me 😖

You: actually the opposite but ok lol

You: when are you coming

taehyung: whenever u want uwu

You: uwu...?

You: just come before it gets too late

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So that was a lie. It's 1 AM and still no word from Taehyung. Okay, maybe you're just being clingy now, but it's unlike him not to be clingy. Maybe he wanted to cool off for a long time after his tak with your step-dad, or simply wanted to hang out with his friends after spending all of his time with you.

That makes sense. What doesn't is the slide of your window and shuffling of your curtains. You instantly sit up in your bed and clutch your blanket closer. You watch a silhouette enter your room as you pick up your limp, your tense muscles relaxing only when you recognize the intruder. You put down the lamp with a click of your tongue, ignoring the relief in your pounding heart.

"Hey," he stupidly grins at you. He looks disheveled, clothes untucked and wrinkled, and from the little light you have, you can see his redshot eyes.

"There's also the door," you remark sassily. "Are you um... high?"

He shrugs and crawls in your bed, dismissive as usual. You both make an effort to keep your voices quiet.

"I talked to mom earlier," you ease into the discussion until he butts in.

"That's great."

You roll your eyes and prop an elbow to look down at him. His head lies on his hands while staring at you, mood strangely upbeat. He's definitely high.

"She was a little sad about something, and I know it involves you. I heard you talking to–" You're interrupted with a lingering peck, a little rough in its force but not unwelcomed.

"I've missed kissing you. Shouldn't you be asleep, by the way?"

Recovering from the unexpected attack, you reply, "It's not that late. I don't have to wake up early."

"You shouldn't ruin your sleep schedule," he tucks a hair strand behind your ear without taking his eyes off of you. "Staying up is hard to stop once you start."

"Yeah, you're a great example," you joke with a quiet giggle. Whispering with him feels intimate in a heart fluttering way. His heart pangs with a feeling he can't put a finger on. "You didn't answer my question."

"Hm?"

"Don't play dumb, I'm really curious. What happened with dad?"

"A lot of things happen with dad," he shrugs, "sometimes we play catch–"

"Taehyung," you give him a pointed look, and he giggles.

"You're right, he'd never play catch with me." He groans as he stretches in your bed before trapping you with his arms on either side of you in one motion. You don't know what he's trying to do, but you watch him above you in amusement. "No offence, but when is your mom not sad when my dad is around?" he laughs with a huff.

"That's rude, Tae," you remark seriously, "she's happy when you're around."

Taehyung's smile falters like yours, his happy guise crumbling when he says, "Are you?"

"Pfft," you roll your eyes, "What do you think? I was up waiting for you."

Ah. That's not a very good influence.

"I'm here now," he whispers, "go to sleep. It's okay, I won't do anything, I know you worked hard today."

You agree with a yawn and nod. But even in your sleepy state, you can read the room—Taehyung is especially attentive of his tone and volume aside from being so tense. "Are you alright?"

"I'm in and on ecstasy," he falls back on his former spot, "I can't not be alright."

"Taehyung, I haven't seen you all day–"

"Yeah, because I didn't want to be here," he looks at you dead in the eye, "and I don't want you to be here."

You blink rapidly, slightly shaking your head in confusion, "What are you saying?"

"Move in with me."

He's met with cold silence, so he persuades persistently, "Don't you want to get away from here? You'll have so much more freedom with me, and I can help you with your assignments and everything. It'll be perfect."

"I— do you... Where?" Taehyung is high and he doesn't know what he's saying is what you believe because this is so out of the blue, so irrational, but he describes it like it's utopia; you are not completely against the idea.

"I have enough money from drug dealing to rent an apartment, and you can tell dad that you want to move out to be like an adult or whatever, that you have a stable job, without mentioning me," he rambles, and his dilated pupils are more noticeable up close; it slightly puts you off.

"Wh-what about mom?"

He scoffs, "If she wants out, she can get her second divorce. Don't worry about them; after all, they're apparently the only real adults here," he relates back to not being worthy of being called a man. You shift away from him little by little. "Just trust me."

The phrase is triggering for you, a reminder of the time you were tricked into trusting him moments before your trauma. "We'll talk about this when you're sober," you meekly say, avoiding eye contact.

A wicked smile grows on his face, "I can't wait, princess."

#idea tae #*cue big time rush theme*#just gotta say this one last time #the analysis was so well written #its honestly a sight for sore eyes 😫

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justsomefluff · 4 years

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Hey I love your work and I hope you're having a good day I just wanted to know if you could do a Ateez reaction to finding their wife and new born cuddled together in its crib

Thank you, my day is going well and I hope yours is too <3 AND Awww Ateez as dads though I cant :’(

I wrote this so that you both woke up in the middle of the night and you go check on the baby bc they were crying

Hongjoong:

Pretty much as soon as you said you’d be the one to go check on the kid he’s like zzzzzz

But if you’re gone for more than five minutes his body forces him awake

He just cant sleep right if you’re not there bc it’s like somethings missing

Immediately remembers that you went to soothe your crying baby and heads to the nursery

finds you kneeling on the ground next to the crib

you’d slid the one side of the crib down, and had your arms curled around your baby

your heads were touching just slightly

Joong goes so soft so fast

but he’s also so torn

like he’s got 3 things he wants to do

#1 being that he wants to get the camera to keep this moment forever

#2 he wants total you back to bed because you’ll definitely wake up stiff if you stay there all night

#3 he wants to sit right down next to you and join the family sleepover

so he takes care of the first option, snapping about a thousand pictures from several different angles

and then he resolves to sit with you for a while to enjoy the peace and intimacy of the moment before waking you up so you could head back to bed

Seonghwa:

Ateez as moms edition

every time you offer to be the one to go check on your baby in the middle of the night he feels so bad

like you’re home all the time and must be so exhausted from all the work that newborns take

but you know he’s exhausted from his own work and

to be honest, even if it is tiring, being with your baby is your favorite thing in the whole world (even in the not so fun moments)

But anyway, this time Seonghwa decided that he was going to go with you to the nursery

after a little snack and some soft cooing, the babies were out like a light

Babies? Plural? you may ask... yeah Seonghwa totally fell asleep too

and after a while you’d fall asleep too, leaning comfortably against the side of the crib, your pointer finger being squeezed tightly by your infant

after a while, Seonghwa will wake up just because being on the floor is uncomfortable

but he’ll see you and your baby sleeping so peacefully and he gets a little teary bc he feels like he’s witnessing the most beautiful thing in the world

overly at peace, and when he makes the decision that it’s time to carry you back to bed

he’s so reluctant because he could have honestly stayed there forever

Yunho:

okay Yunho is such father material like they all are but I just get such “he’s gonna be a great dad” vibes from him

BUT ANYWAY

anytime your baby cries at night; it’s like the bat signal for him okay

like Superdad to the rescue!!!

but you always end up needing to go with him bc... I’ll just say your kid can EAT alright

like no matter the gender, they’re gonna be big like their dad okay

usually he leaves you two alone when you’re doing your thing because he gets too soft and he wants to cuddle you guys while your feeding your baby

but your kid’s also definitely got a favorite parent... spoiler alert: it’s Yunho

so he is no longer allowed in the room for feeding time bc the baby won't even pay attention if they see daddy awww

after a little while he comes back in to check on you

could actually explode when he sees you, sitting on the edge of the crib with your head tilted downwards cradling your baby in your arms

and Yunho’s the type to decide he’s bringing you both back to bed with him

and that’s exactly what he’ll do

and he stays up the whole night watching you because he’s too full of love and he can't sleep because of it

Yeosang:

Yeosang as a dad... can you hear me sobbing???? I mean seriously-

so he knows how hard it is for you to parent while he’s at work right?

that means he’s always gonna volunteer to be the one to do certain things when he is home

like even the super unpleasant stuff like diaper changes or if the baby burps up; he’s like I GOT THIS

he tries really hard to be a good father and a good husband at the same time

but sometimes, you tell him it’s okay to let you take care of the unpleasant stuff

so you decided it would be your turn to go check on the baby this time during the regularly scheduled 3am waterworks

but after 3 minutes, Yeosang’s like I GOTTA GO HELP

even if it’s a one person job, he’ll find a way

he’ll walk into the nursery just as you’ve finished swaddling your baby after a diaper change

you’re smiling softly and letting your infant play with your fingers, laughing sweetly every time your baby gurgles with joy

Not wanting to disturb you, but also having an intense need to be a part of the action, he heads towards you

wraps his arms around you from behind and sways you slowly from side to side until you both decide your baby is fast enough asleep that you can retreat back to your own room

San:

I think San is probably the most excited of all of them to be a parent; and again I’m sure all of them would be happy I just get a stronger vibe mkay

so with him, he’s never gonna not get up and check on the baby when they cry

if you hear any noise at all over the baby monitor and start to get up, he’s already running down the hall

like we’ve all seen that he hates waking up but he’d sacrifice his sleep for his kid any day

on the rare occasion that you do beat him to the nursery though, he’d literally be smiling as soon as he saw you

always asks, “How are we?” because he loves to emphasize that you’re a complete family now uwu

“We’re all good, Sannie” is his literal favorite thing to hear

especially if he’s had a bad day, hearing that is really his light at the end of the tunnel

and that combined with the sight of the two loves of his life?

his idea of perfection come to life

could honestly cry about it, he really could

and sometimes he does, he’s just too touched

constantly tells you how grateful he is to have you

I also feel like San is the kind of man to thank you for agreeing to accept a baby into your lives

like you really make all his dreams come true

Mingi:

don't get me started, if the baby cries in the middle of the night he’s like UGH NOT AGAIN

like he loves the little gremlin but homeboy also loves his sleep lmao

totally feels guilty when you get up and go so he pretty much always pulls himself out of bed and practically crawls down the hall to help out

always makes you laugh when he finally makes it and just faceplants into the carpet mumbling, “I did it”

and he’ll look up you through glossy, half-lidded eyes with just the dorkiest smile on his face

literally looks at you and your baby like you’re angels

and, to him, you really are :’)

and he always makes sure you know it

no matter what you guys have to do to get the baby to go back to sleep

he’s gonna be peppering you both with kisses the entire time

will also casually pass out with his head on your shoulder

whenever people ask you how many kids you have, you’re like “two, including my husband”

but that’s okay, he’s always allowed to be your baby

Wooyoung:

literally obsessed with seeing you and your baby together

he’s dramatic about it too, like screaming about how someone needs to put you two in the Louvre and a bunch of cheesy nonsense

but can you really blame him?

and at nighttime, when he’s sleepy, he gets especially soft

and whenever he finds you snuggled up with your newborn he literally squeals and you’re like “SHHHHHHHHHH”

“whoops, my bad”

like no matter the circumstances, you can bet he’s still gonna be loud lmao

but anyway, he tries to be casual about his staring

it doesn't work though and you catch him just totally lost in his head looking at you and your baby

his eyes are so big like have you ever seen the cartoons where hearts like literally come out of someone’s eyes bc that’s Wooyoung

if you have your baby cuddled to your chest, he’s gonna put his head there too

but it’s so cute because you get to hold both of them and he gets to kiss your baby which is his favorite thing to do

Jongho:

okay Jongho is always gonna do that like shy smile, you know the one?

like where he’s so happy that his body cant even get it all out through a smile so he just sits there with his heart going BOOMBOOM

but he’s someone who I bet is kind of quiet in his affections

so he’ll just kind of sit and watch, but not in a creepy way more like in the “I don't want to interrupt” kind of way

but the second you invite him to join in the bonding moment with your baby he. is. THERE.

like to sing to both of you super softly because he’s just cute like that

will sit down with you and lean against the crib and just watch you and your baby slowly fall asleep together

smiling the entire time like that’s what a truly happy man looks like

like he’s so in love with both of you ugh

just makes him think about how he’d literally do anything for you whenever you need it

he’s ready to PROVIDE okay

like he’s got this protective instinct that just intensifies in moments like these but it makes him feel proud of his family

#ateez #ateez fluff #Ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho #fluff #ateez fanfic #fanfic #ateez imagines #imagines #ateez reactions #reactions #ateez scenarios #scenarios

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luvskywalker · 3 years

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prideful piloting- ch 5

warnings: nightmares, maybe language?, not proofread

word count: 1.6k

series masterlist !!

a/n: hi!! this time the update is actually on schedule LMAO uh i hope you all enjoy this chapter, and that you pick up on some of the hints i put in here ! i am also taking requests so please send one in for me to write :)

you were running, but it wasn’t like the normal mornings where you ran. this time, someone was after you. he looked ghostly white, and he you could feel the darkness that radiated off of him. a sith. you didn’t know how the foreign feeling word had come to you, but you felt it matched the man. you ran as fast as your legs could carry you until suddenly you were struck by something you could not see. it felt electric as it reverberated through your body, jolting you and causing you to thrash around in pain. you reached for your own lightsaber, blindly feeling around before realizing that this was not you. one of the hands was mechanical, replacing where your normal hand would be. it was your dream, why weren’t you in your own body? just as you realized this the man rose above you and ignited a menacing red lightsaber, and suddenly you woke with a jump. your heart was racing, and fear filled your mind. it was just a dream. it’s not real. you began reassuring yourself, before calming down enough to think over what had just happened. who was that man trying to kill you? who were you in that dream? it felt almost like a memory, but you knew it didn’t belong to you. you shrugged off the painful nightmare and did your best to go back to sleep.

the early morning filled you with dread, your nightmare had cost you a lot of valuable time sleeping, but the terror was so unusual. you made your way to your aunts quarters that morning to ask her about it. you were allowed into her tent, and she listened intently while you walked her through your dream.

“you must reach out in the force, let it guide you to the truth, (y/n).”

you looked deep into the older woman’s eyes.

“how do i escape this fear? i know fear isn’t a part of the jedi way, but i cant help but be afraid of what- who i saw.”

she placed her hand atop yours, offering comfort.

“you cant let it control you. we’re all afraid, this is war. fear is only your enemy if you let it take control over you.”

she was right. how did she always know the right words to say?

“thank you for your guidance master leia.” you gave a smile to the general, knowing how much she despised the formal term. she smiled back, and urged you to reach out to the force if you had another nightmare.

you wandered off into the jungle again, it had quite quickly become a place of tranquility for you. you needed to clear your head, needed to escape the worry of the dream you had last night. you had begun to meditate, hoping to rid of your negative thoughts when a branch snapped from behind you. you rose quickly and grabbed the blaster you wore in your belt, aiming it at the stranger. the mysterious figure raised his hands in defense before speaking to you.

“it’s just me, no need to get all jumpy”

you rolled your eyes at the pilot who revealed himself from the shadows.

“no need for you to sneak up on someone in the middle of a jungle!”

he scoffed at that, and you continued.

“what do you want, dameron?”

“i was wondering if you could help me out with bb-8, he got a little banged up and the mechanics are busy, pava told me you were good at these things.”

you weren’t really that good at these things, and you would later find out that the droid mechanics were not as busy as they had told poe- pava had done some meddling to force you two to spend time together.

it was unusual to see the commander like this, you could feel the nervousness radiating off of him through the force, and you could tell he was attached to the droid.

“alright, take me to him.”

as you walked over, you noticed the air between you and dameron has changed. it was no longer so tense and anger didn’t hang in the air as it used to. your new jedi training had taken away some of your snark, and the poster boy seemed a lot less cocky around you, almost anxious. it was weird to you, and you were sure he noticed that too.

you had approached a room typically used by mechanics on base, and dameron provided the code that opened the door. as soon as you entered, you approached the orange droid.

“someone hasn’t been taking care of you. do i need to take you away from your dad here? is he mistreating you bb-8?” you were only joking to get a rise out of dameron, but the droid joined in, beeping loudly and telling you that yes, you do need to take him because dameron is so annoying.

“traitor.” he was talking to the little droid, and you snorted at his hurt.

“i guess you’ll just have to be my new astromech, right after i fix you up” you smiled at bb-8, and he beeped in agreement much to dameron’s dismay.

you both went back and forth a little bit, but it was more friendly than ever. this is the first time you’d been in a room with him when you haven’t really wanted to punch him, and you thought of that as progress.

it was a cheerful few hours as you repaired the droid, until you went to open the door.

you scanned your hand on the doorpad, but it would not unlock.

“kriff.”

“do you even have clearance?” you turned to him as he spoke.

“of course i do, how do you think we got in?” you rolled your eyes at him and he dropped the subject. bb-8 was busy, rolling around the two of you and whirring quietly.

“you don’t have a com on you by chance, do you?”

he shook his head and you sighed.

“can bb-8 contact anyone?”

“if he could, don’t you think i’d be trying it by now?”

he gave you a look, and you jabbed him in the side softly.

“you are a bit daft, cant blame me for wondering.”

he shared a laugh with you, and you both sat on the floor in the small room. you weren’t really one for pleasant conversation, especially with dameron, yet for some reason you found yourself actually wanting to talk to him.

“dameron, think you could be quiet for a minute?”

“call me poe.” he had rolled his eyes at you, and you met his eyes.

“ok poe, can you shut it?” he was beaming at you and you felt something weird at that moment, something you just brushed off.

you closed your eyes as you reached out to feel the energy all around you.

immediately, your mind went to the door, and you felt the locks on it. you navigated your way through and lifted the locks on the door. you opened your eyes to find poe staring at you dumbly.

“what did you just do?”

“i unlocked the door, obviously.”

“i mean how did you unlock the door, smart one.” you let your jaw drop in mock offense before you realized you had made a biiiiiiiiig mistake. no one knew of your true identity, and you had basically just revealed it to poe.

“it’s a really long story, i don’t think you have the time to hear it!” you nervously rushed your words, hoping he would drop the subject.

“good thing i don’t have anywhere to be.” he smirked at you now and you sighed.

“no one is supposed to know. if you tell anyone then i will kill you.”

“got it, won’t tell anyone, pilots honor.” he gave a mock salute which you snorted at.

you told him your whole story, starting with the fact that your name was not (y/n) amidala, but in fact (y/n) skywalker. you told him of the temple and how your father had left you with your aunt leia, and of your recent jedi training.

he looked to be contemplating for a moment before opening his mouth to speak, causing you to grow increasingly nervous.

“does that mean you have one of those laser swords the legends talk about?” you blinked hard in disbelief.

“that was your takeaway? and it’s called a lightsaber, poe.”

he rolled his eyes then, “lightsaber, laser sword, sounds the same to me. can i use it?”

he was like a child, you thought to yourself.

“no, you can’t use it. i guess you can look at it, just don’t touch it.”

he nodded excitedly, and you removed it from the holster hidden by your robes.

you motioned for him to stand back, and he took a few steps before you ignited the blade.

he watched in awe as you swished it around, and bb-8 re-entered the conversation to beep with excitement at the saber.

you turned it off and hid it in your robes again, looking at poe expectantly.

“your secrets safe with me, (y/n).” he linked his pinky with yours, and the odd feeling was back again. a feeling that you didn’t know poe felt in that moment too.

“you should’ve told me you were actually cool, that way we could’ve been friends a lot sooner.”

“does that mean we’re friends now?” you asked him, secretly hoping he would say yes.

“yeah, it does.” he said, complete with a charming grin.

“good.” you smiled back at him, and poe decided then that he would do whatever it took to see you smile like that again.

#star wars sequel fic #star wars x reader #star wars sequel trilogy #star wars imagine #star wars fanfiction #star wars #the force awakens #jedi reader #jedi #poe dameron x y/n #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron fic #poe dameron

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sincerelymarinette · 3 years

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A Recorded Life Sequel (7/10) - Miraculous Ladybug

Words: 1533 Summary: Finally, a day off for Marinette and Adrien. To celebrate, they decide to capture it on video for their fans. Author's Note: domestic adrienette domestic adrienette domestic adrienette!!! my fave. Sorry for missing two weeks, been busy! Only 3 more chapters of the sequel (also there's a hint to the next chapter at the end of this one wink)

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Our Day Off

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Nowadays, Marinette and Adrien rarely slept in. They were constantly going with work and life, but they decided to treat themselves today by getting extra sleep. The rebrand is almost complete, meaning both Adrien and Marinette will get to breathe for a few days. The main stuff was done, like the website, displays, tags, and business cards, among other smaller things.

He was getting a little nervous, but excited, as the final day got closer. They planned a fashion show to truly ring in the new era of Agreste Fashion, now called Emilie's, with Marinette and her team's line as the first official Emilie's line. They also reworked some fan-favorite clothing to make them fit the brand better while getting rid of Gabriel's name. It was going to be an exciting day, seeing the old and the new mix together. But there were still a few weeks until that day; there was still work to be done.

However, it was Saturday, and both Marinette and Adrien decided they could have a few extra hours of sleep. Adrien rolled out of bed earlier than Marinette and went to the kitchen to start breakfast. It was nothing crazy, just some eggs, because they agreed to stop by their favorite bakery to see her parents and enjoy a well-deserved macaron. Or two.

Marinette followed him into the kitchen when she smelled the eggs, her hair still unbrushed and in her pajamas. "Smells good, Adrien," She yawned.

"I'm glad. Time for a quick breakfast so we can go see your parents," He said as he slid the plate over to her seat.

Marinette nodded and took a bite. "You know, I was thinking," She said, carefully. "I wanted to put up a video like we used to do. Maybe we could vlog our day, or at least some of it? One of our first days in a long time that we haven't been so busy with work. Heck, I don't think either of us has had a day out of the office in at least two weeks."

A big smile formed on Adrien's face. "I think that's a great idea, Mari!" He hopped up and walked to the corner of the living room that had Marinette's desk. He grabbed her camera battery off the charger, then her camera bag, and brought it back over. Marinette would have gotten it herself, but sometimes, Adrien beats her to it.

She thanked him for the camera as she got her settings flipped to the right ones, then held it up. "Hi! I'm Marinette!" She waved at the camera, with Adrien waving behind her. "I know I look like a mess right now, but on our day off, we wanted to vlog! It's been so long since I've done a video like this, so I'm excited to give you guys some insight on how we've been recently."

"I made eggs," Adrien held his place up with a big grin when Marinette paused.

"And they're lovely, thank you, Adrien," Marinette admired. He set his plate back down, clearly proud of himself.

"Well, we're going to finish breakfast, then head over to our favorite bakery in the world! I'm sure we'll check back in then," Adrien said, Marinette nodding with him, and she shut the camera off.

Marinette and Adrien finished their eggs quickly and got their morning routines done. They were out the door by eleven o'clock, which to most people meant they barely slept in, but sleeping past eight was glorious for them.

Marinette got the camera back out when they were in the car. It wasn't too far of a drive to get to her parent's, but it was just long enough that the car was needed, and she had some time to talk to her camera. "We're in the car now, and let me just say, my stomach has been aching for some sweets recently. We've been so busy we haven't had time to go get anything other than what's in our fridge or the late-night store around the corner from Emilie's," Marinette rambled.

"Well, when we get to work at six or seven in the morning, and we stay past dinner time, we don't have the time to go there, and most other places are closed when we head out," Adrien said. "Don't get me wrong, I love what we're doing, but it sure is tiring."

"Once the rebrand is done, hopefully we'll have a more normal schedule," Marinette said. "Long days, but it'll be worth it."

Adrien agreed. They continued rambling about work all the way until they parked near the bakery. It had only been a few weeks since she last saw her parents, but it was always nice to see them and talk about life, no matter how long it had been. Her parents tried to stuff them full of all kinds of sweets while listening to Marinette talk about how excited and exhausted she was about her team's line, and Adrien talked about how pleased he is with changing the brand to remember his mom. They had front row seats to the fashion show, and couldn't wait to see it all come alive.

Marinette did record some of her parents and the bakery, but they just talked most of the time. They closed for lunch, so there was all the time they needed before Marinette and Adrien had to leave; well, they didn't want the bakery to be closed for the whole day.

They ran a few errands, like grabbing a few groceries, and Marinette can never resist picking up some swatches when they pass her favorite store. They checked out a few shops that should have received the new displays and were able to see them getting set up.

What was truly special, though, was their evening. They ordered a pizza for a movie night so they could fully relax. Plagg snacked on his cheese while Tikki sat in her little bed on the table so Marinette and Adrien could finish setting up. Marinette walked over to the hidden safe in the closet and opened it, pulling out the special box. She set it on the coffee table and opened it, letting all the Kwamis out to play.

Usually, she tries to let them out at least once a week. But with them being so busy lately, it has been a lot less. The Kwamis love her and Adrien and understand; they're just excited to come out to see them and Plagg and Tikki, and they were even more excited to hear about movie night. A strange idea to their magical creatures, but they all seemed to love it all the same. Though they did miss Trixx, Pollen, and Wayzz, the rest of them knew they were having a good time with their masters, and they were able to enjoy themselves.

Marinette scrolled through the streaming services to find the perfect movie while all the Kwamis got comfortable around the couch and little pet beds. As she waited for Adrien to come back from the kitchen with pizza boxes and their drinks, she pulled out her camera for one last update to their vlog.

"Well, here we are to end the night! Adrien and I are relaxing with a movie and pizza, and it's a great way to end our first full day off. It's a nice break, but I'm excited to get back to work. Can't wait for all of you to see what we've been working on!" She said. Marinette was extra thankful that Kwamis are not visible on camera, because it would have looked crazy with all the little animals sat around her.

"I can't either!" Adrien popped in, setting the food on the table, then kissing Marinette's cheek. "This was fun; we should make more videos when we have time."

"I would love it, and I'm sure they would, too," Marinette gestured to the camera. "But that's it for today. Make sure to follow us in the description and be ready for some more videos, hopefully soon!" Marinette said, and both of them waved as she ended the recording. She would have to find time to edit it, maybe tomorrow before work.

Marinette and Adrien began digging into the pizza as she pressed play on the movie; both she and Adrien cuddled up to one another, all the Kwamis filled in around them.

As always, she was ecstatic to see some of the replies on the video. It was one of the things she missed most about not uploading as often.

I've missed these type of videos so much! I would LOVE more when you guys aren't busy!!

Seeing them happy makes me so happy. I'm so glad their lives are turning out great after everything they dealt with as teenagers

did you guys see that those guys who forced them into lb and cn got charged? DESERVED! But I'm so glad you guys are alright after that, it looks like you had a fun day

PLEASE TELL ME YOURE GOING TO RECORD ALYA AND NINOS WEDDING I CANT WAIT FOR THEM TO GET MARRIED ITS GOING TO BE BEAUTIFUL

I can't wait to say I have clothes from Emilie's! Such a beautiful meaning behind the name change and I can't wait to own a Marinette design from Emilie's instead of Agreste Fashion. We knew this day would come! (I know she's been designing for them for a while, but this is different guys)

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@lady-of-the-roses-and-lilies @bookishserendipity03 @avatheexceed @gkz10 @coccinellegirl @kat-thatoneweirdo @strawberryblondish @snow-swordswoman @lilgaga98 @evufries @toodaloo-kangaroo

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jwnbwnjwn · 3 years

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Entry 8 (12.20.2020)

Well, it’s been a while since I’ve posted an entry on here. My last one was back in September, and man a lot has happened since. First off, My sleeping schedule has been messed up for the past couple of days, and in a bit I’ll get to why. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it in any of the last posts but, if I didn’t then my goal for the last couple of months has been to get on a (keto) diet and lose some weight, and I’m here to tell you I still haven’t, I haven’t even stuck to a diet for that matter. The only diet I’ve had has consisted of take out and midnight snacks. Anyways, now let’s get down to business. I went ahead and read my latest blog post before this and I laughed at the fact that I said I was starting a diet, yeah that never happened. Im happily at 160 lbs at the moment (not really happy about it but oh well).

I mean covid-19 is still going on, its kinda spiking then calming down, spiking again, and its just this whole repeating situation. Everyone's still wearing and masks and doing everything to be safe, although I think my towns cases are starting to go down. It is around Christmas time so they’re starting to decorate everything, all the parks and stuff; so hopefully that doesn't spike the numbers up again. When going out though I still have to be careful, I can’t catch covid and give it to my loved ones, and I would rather not make history and get sick.

I guess I should start here. I wish my life was still the same as it was during my last entry. I really do. I wouldn’t have known what I do now and I would’ve just been at peace, happily living my life and struggling with school. I ended up getting a D in that biology course, and dropping that math and history course. Yeah, it was a pretty shitty school year tbh. I’ve never been that lazy and unmotivated when it comes to school but man, this fall year really took a toll on me because I legit did nothing all year. In result of it, my gpa went to absolute shit and down to a 2.8. I now gotta make that up during the summer and try to get it as high as i possibly can. I just finished my second fall semester so I’ve been on Christmas break for about a week now, but honestly this break feels so lazy and gross. I am reading my last entry to see what I can catch everyone up on, as things have changed drastically. I mean my friendships are still fine, I still keep in contact with seatbelt and ice and maria. I keep in contact with them almost daily honestly. About my relationship, thats where I wish things were the way they were three months ago. Without going over too much detail, a girl reached out to me and let me know her boyfriend and Mr. were trading girls nudes again. Honestly hearing this a second time broke my heart, but I really didnt have much of a reaction to it. It hurts every here and there, but I guess im forcing myself to open my heart and forgive and forget so I can go ahead and move on already. Mr. and I are in a certain situation trying to avoid law enf*rc*m*nt so things have been kind of hard recently. He’s been seeing me many times this week just because of the fear itself that one day might be his last time to see me, but I think things are starting to cool down with our/his situation, so hopefully he’s not walking on eggshells too longer, because seeing him worried makes me worried and vice versa. He’s looking into going to therapy and having a closer relationship between him and god, in order to get rid of his old ways and make himself into the better person he needs to become. I can’t really get into details about the situation on here as it legit would be the most dumbest thing I could possibly do, but in result of getting closure about it, he told me he was planning on purposing in the near future, like before 2021 is over - but then he had to go fuck it up and put that on hold. After talking about it we’re going to have to attend counseling once again, but in hopes of fixing our relationship and getting closer again. I love him a lot, I do, but man he is one dumb ass person. I really hope and pray he gets his stuff together, because I really do want to spend the rest of my life with him. I mean, I guess we’re kind of in an awkward part in our relationship, but its honestly because of the situation we’re in, so we just have to work through this and rebuild the trust he ruined. I know he’s going to be going to individual counseling for sure, but I have a feeling that’s just going to turn into couples counseling the way it happened the first time. I hope I can get myself to go into counseling for myself as well, because man, I really do want to work through these issues I have deep down inside of me, but I can’t find the courage I need at the moment - maybe after all of this is done I will. Mr.’s dad is still really sick, but im still praying to god and the heavens above he gets better. I’ve been talking to my dad a lot and my relationship has been improving, while my moms and I’s is kind of going backwards slowly. About those two discord friends, I dont know why I put “crunch” as one of them. I forgot what his first nickname was, but I know it wasn crunch. I mean his name is cesar, so i guess i got mixed up lol but yeah i’m not friends with c*sar and shr*mp anymore. I mean I got really close with him, and I did consider im an important person in my life, until one day I logged onto Discord to see he kicked me out of the server and blocked me, which eventually resulted in everyone from the server blocking me and deleting me off roblox so, I pretty much had no say in it. There wasn't even a reason TO block me, I legit just logged on randomly and was blocked. Although I found out through someone else who was also in the server before he himself blocked me that apparently I was jealous of shr*mp and I guess calling c*sar manipulative got him upset and thinking so he blocked me lmao. Anyways, because of this I dont really play Roblox that often anymore, but instead I watch anime now. Currently waiting on AOT’s new episode releasing today so, thats something exciting to look forward to. I cant wait for christmas just so i can see the look on my siblings face when they see what I got them lol. I also got Mr. a chain bracelet, so I hope he likes it and actally wears it. There’s not really much else except being on eggshells with Mr. and wasting my life away. I’ll keep you guys updated. I’ll try to post on here more often.

Ended this at 12.20.2020 at 8:27 AM

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A Lonely Birthday?

warnings: very long. apologies if it takes a long time to scroll past; loneliness, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, touch starvation, war mention(a food war), food mention

summary: Logan almost feels lonelier than ever, on the day of his creation, aka his "birthday".

ships: platonic dlampr, romantic intruloceit

au: Making Amends(my au, post-agreement)

notes: it's no longer nov 3rd here but screw it. also whoops??? i'm kinda projecting onto logan???? if it makes him out of character, sorry ~-~"

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Logan awoke to hear some commotion downstairs. Sounded like a ton of metal hitting the kitchen's tiled floor. Sitting up, he put on his glasses and checked his alarm clock. It was roughly 5AM. Nobody's usually up at this time, except for Virgil on rare occasion. But then again, Virgil is way too cautious to make so much noise.

Sunlight was shining bright through his mindscape window; burning his eyes, and forcing him to look away. Logan glanced over at the ocean creature themed calendar on his door, a big red circle catching his attention. His birthday.

Logan felt an unfamiliar feeling in his stomach, presumably the "sinking feeling" that the others talk about. He wasn't used to having so much attention focused on him as it is, today had to be worse.

Things had been a bit difficult in the mindscape despite them simultaneously getting better; the divide between The Dark Sides and The Light Sides is diminishing fast(at this point, they can even enter each other's common areas without getting sick) and everyone was working through their issues for once.

It felt stupid to be so worked up over an inconsequential day like this. But ever since he started opening up he'd been feeling all sorts of illogical things. Emotions, and stuff. Revealing things that he never would have prior to the merge starting. Logan had been mildly touch starved for ages and gotten used to being ignored for so long... he didn't know what he was feeling or what to feel and it was happening so fast. Logan previously was purposefully hiding whenever he could because everything felt so wrong. It left a chilling, hollow feeling in his chest and the palms of his hands.

But... he shouldn't be doing this. Logan knows this. It's illogical to express these behaviors, and he was trying hard to get through this confusing time. So, Logan was going to make today the best of his birthdays(since he had a track record of lonely birthdays.)

Logan changed out of his pajamas, into a nice outfit, slightly different than usual due to his special day. Instead of his usual shirt, he had a black long-sleeve collared shirt on, and his tie now was dark indigo & purple with constellations. A gift from last year's christmas, from Virgil.

Logan almost got caught up in thoughts about how close he used to be to Virgil(their friendship had been dwindling,) but that was interrupted by more noise; this time hearing more things hitting the floor along with panicked shouting.

Logan walked down the hall, over to the kitchen, or he would have if not for a certain liar stopping and grabbing his shoulder. "Horrible morning, Lo. What brings you out here this early? It's almost 5:30AM, I know better than anyone that isn't part of your schedule." questioned Deceit. He seemed to be nervous.

"Although I should be asking you the same since I know you're a late sleeper, I'll let it slide for the moment." Logan replied while looking at Deceit's semi dark circles, clearly revealing his lack of sleep. "But if you must know, I've heard commotion coming from the kitchen twice now and I'm getting concerned."

Deceit's eyes widened mid-yawn "No-no-no Logan;" he stopped Logan as he started to leave again. "I checked on them already, they're absolutely fine, no worries!"

Logan looked at snakey side with suspicion. Deceit was still trying his hardest to control his lying more often, which results in him accidentally making truths sound like lies.

"I will, uh, take your word for it. I guess i can go back to sleep or something. Let me know when breakfast is ready, babe." Logan informed Dee, who was blushy from being called 'babe'.

"Oh I, uh-absolutely not then, see you!" Deceit hissed nervously & quietly dashed away to the kitchen. It didn't hit him that he forgot to wish his nerdy boyfriend a happy birthday, he was too concerned about making sure the others didn't get into trouble.

...

Deceit entered the kitchen, late enough to see a disaster all over. There was flour, batter, jam, & frosting all over the room, including on the ceiling. He glanced over at Patton & Roman(whom were making breakfast) and saw sheepish expressions on their faces. He then turned his head over to Virgil & Remus, who were starting out the cake. Virgil & Remus had the most ingredients all over them, as if they were in a battlezone, with Patton & Roman looking as if they got stained in the crossfire.

"What the heck happened here?! You guys didn't wake Logan up, he was nowhere close to coming in here and- ugh!" he questioned, clearly disconcerted. Deceit was freaking out over the disaster before him.

"We can explain!" Roman whisper-shouted.

"We have 3 explanations!" blurted out Virgil.

"Pick your favorite!~" Remus exclaimed with a sing-songy voice, grinning. He was hanging from the ceiling, directly above the anxious Side. He then promptly fell onto the emo. "aCK-!" "ooF, sorry Virge!"

Roman was snickering at the two on the floor, but Patton elbowed him. "ow- Sorry!" quietly came from the prince's mouth.

"Logan almost came out here and spoiled the surprise because of our actions! We need to be more careful; Today needs to be perfect for Logan, he deserves it!" exclaimed Patton.

"Wrong. Now Patton, how close are you two being done with the Loganberry pancakes?" Deceit asked patiently. Logan was back asleep, but it was nearing the time he was supposed to wake up, 7AM. They, but especially Deceit, did not want Logan to have to work at all today. He already has a work-free schedule today, but they didn't want to take chances.

"They're almost done!" Patton replied. "Dee, Roman, you guys get out all the toppings please! Virgil, I would love it if you would set up the table for us; And Remus-" Patton's instructions were interrupted by the mustachioed Side.

"Oh oh, can I go get Logan out of bed? I wanna do this personally!" Remus energetically asked with his hand up, like a kid in school.

"Well, I was gonna ask you to bring the pancakes"-Patton pointed to the large plate stacked with Loganberry Pancakes-"to the table, but I'll let you do that instead as long as you don't bring anything Logan may find gross to the table at least this one time."

"I was already planning on doing that, you don't think that I would want to make Logan's day special too?" a sarcastically accusatory tone came from the green creative Side.

"Not at all!" Patton chuckled nervously. "Permission granted."

"Goody!" Remus exclaimed with childlike glee. Roman rolled his eyes with a smile at his brother. His rat-like brother sure did love that nerd.

...

As the the other sides were finishing setting up breakfast at the table, Logan's alarm went off. Gentle classical music waking him from his sleep-or rather, nap. Stepping out of bed, the smell of crofters filled his nose. He could smell his favorite Loganberry Pancakes all the way from here.

During Logan's tidying up of his appearance, Remus knocked on the door(and then proceeded to open it despite no response. Classic Remus.) "Oh Lo-Lo! Wakey wakey! Patton & Roman made breakfast! Guess what it is~!" the green & black fanciful Side shouted, with a bit of flair in his rhetorical question.

"Well Remus, I'm sure you knew that I could smell them from my room, I could smell Crofters from anywhere." the nerd chuckled.

Remus laughed. "Of course I knew that, my dear blackhole!" Logan smiled at the nickname.

The Duke came over to his favorite nerd across the room and gave him a big hug, and his usual good morning kiss. "See you at breakfast!"

Remus sunk out, feeling as if something had slipped his mind. But if his time with Deceit has taught him anything, 'If you forgot it, it couldn't have been important.' Remus didn't know that his snake friend was lying.

Logan stood there for a moment. Twice now; his boy friends showed no indication that they knew it was his birthday. Logan didn't even know why he cared; they had no reason to be celebrating such events, they were just metaphysical human beings inside of Thomas's head. Celebrating birthdays and stuff had no impact.

But still, it left Logan with an empty feeling, Remus's warmth being replaced with the usual chill he felt.

...

Hearing Logan's familiar footsteps approach the dining room, Virgil glanced and over and noticed the living room-which was openly connected to the dining room-had noticeable decorations, causing his eyes to widen in fear. Sitting across from Roman, he whisper-shouted to the royal; "Roman! The decorations! Lo's coming!!"

"What? Oh, right!" quietly came the response. Roman stood up and did a magic spell using his hands, causing the living room to be disguised with a glamour. He had been saving this particular spell for a while, he cannot use spells too often outside of the imagination. The red-sashed prince was glad to have it handy.

"Wow, Roman!" Patton admired, just as he closed the curtains of the window between the kitchen and dining room. They didn't want Logan to see the mess after all, so the door between the two rooms was shut too. "If only I could do that!"

"Maybe if you struck a deal with the Dragon Witch, haha!" the prince responded.

Logan entered the room and stopped when we saw all the food across the table. His eyes were filled with wonder. "Wow..."

"Morning, Lo-Lo! It was your turn to have your choice of breakfast, but we knew what you would want anyway!" greeted Patton.

"Sup, L." "Good morning, nerd!" came from the other two whom had yet to greet him.

Logan sat down at the only empty seat, right beside his loving boyfriends, Deceit & Remus. His pancakes were just the way he loved them: Perfectly thin, just the right amount of fluffiness; and they were topped with syrup, whipped cream, and an assortment of berries.

"Hey, just the way I like them. Thanks." said Logan to nobody in particular. He glanced at each of them with a smile.

"No problem Logan, that was not my doing." answered Deceit.

"I wanted to help too though!" cried Remus.

"You tried to drench his pancakes in chocolate syrup..." Everybody else laughed.

"It's alright Remus, I don't need you to do this for me to know how much you love me." Logan comforted Remus with his smile.

"Get a room!" groaned Roman & Virgil, sarcastically. They both giggled after that, seeing the couple blush before them.

...

"So, any plans for today? Anything special that I may have forgotten to add to my calendar?" queried Logan.

"Oh Logan, there's no way you would be forgetting something, you always have everything on the calendar the moment you hear about it!" dismissed Patton.

"Oh, alright then, good to know." Disappointment. None of them had said Happy Birthday. He didn't want to just mention it, that feels wrong. So he carried on with breakfast.

By the time he was finished, the Creativi-twins were already gone; Virgil was on his phone, showing a bunch of animal photos and wholesome memes to Patton(who was right next to him), and Deceit was in the kitchen. Logan got up to go wash his plate; Patton noticed and nudged Virgil to go stop him, pointing at both Virge and Logan's plates. Virgil nodded.

"Oh, Lo, let me get that for you!" the hoodie-wearing Side got up and yelled, stopping Logan from walking into the kitchen. He gently took Logan's plate away from him and hastily went into the kitchen, making sure to not let Logan see as much behind the door as possible.

Logan, being oblivious said "Oh... uhm, ok. Thank you Virgil." and sank back into his room.

Patton quickly sank out to get Remus & Roman so they could continue with decorating.

"Alright you two, you can get back to decorating the living room!"

"Thank goodness, I wasn't sure how much longer I could take." said Roman with a relieved sigh. You see, Roman can't hold a spell outside the imagination up for long without feeling discomfort and having to put all his focus into it. The Creatwins had lied saying they had something to do together, and went to Roman's room so they don't raise suspicion around Logan.

"But I wanna keep helping Emo-nesance with the cake!" cried Remus.

"Don't worry Remus; I'm sure your creativity would be more helpful to Roman since you have a better idea of what Logan likes!" Patton reassured.

"Plus, you were sorta the cause of that huge mess to begin with, we need to clean that up. NOT have a bigger disaster." added Roman.

Remus agreed and they went to work decorating.

...

Virgil shut the door, relieved. He heard Logan's "thank you" outside the door, but was too anxious to respond. This anxiety-based side was leaning up against the door, taking deep breaths.

"Wow, Virgil. You don't look like you're going to flip out. What happened?" questioned Deceit, whom was washing the dishes.

"Logan almost came in here and saw the mess." was the reply, between a few deep breaths.

"Well, bad thing you stopped him then."

"I wouldn't have noticed if not for Patton, haha." Virgil said as he walked away from the door. "Speaking of which, I'm waiting on him to get the twins so Pat & I can finish up the cake;" glancing over at the bowls of cake batter & frosting strewn across the counters along with other baking things.

Patton suddenly opened the door, the door hitting the wall and making a loud, sudden noise. "Alright! Cake & bake time!" he giggled. Virgil jumped about a foot, clearly caught off guard.

"I- L- Uhm- Oh-...Phew... it's just you Patton. Speak of the angel." he said with relief, adding a chuckle at the end. "I thought you were Logan for a moment there."

"Sorry to scare you kiddo!" came as an apology from the Dad. "Setting that aside, let's finish this cake! Do you wanna help, D- ...Oh."

Deceit had slipped out of the room before either side could notice.

"No worries Pat, he's probably wrapping up his gift now, he mentioned it to me earlier." winked Virgil, acknowledging his pun.

That pun, of course, was met with a hug that almost toppled the two over.

...

It continued to repeat.

Alone in his room. Feeling the need to leave his room. Being subtly stopped, going back to his room. Finally come out for meal(for the final two meals, two different Sides got to choose the meal, but they chose something they knew Logan would like that wouldn't be too suspicious), nothing happens, return to his room again, repeat.

8PM. Logan felt what he predicted to be 'heartache' in his chest. It really does seem like everybody forgot, even though he did try his hardest to make subtle hints here or there, but perhaps they were just too difficult for the others. (Hint, they actually weren't subtle...)

Curled up on top of his bed, tears forming in his eyes, and that hollow chill returned. This was illogical to for him to feel. He shouldn't be dealing with these issues, that's Patton's job. Logan's expectations of the others were too high, they had forgotten his birthday. He really should have said something earlier. But it was way too late now.

Logan felt cognitive distortions flow through his thoughts. He couldn't control them. He began to think that finally intentionally opening himself up to the others was a mistake. Perhaps he would be the same as before if he just never fell in love. Or joined the FamILY. Things could have been easier. He wouldn't have to feel pain like this.

It was way too early to go to bed, but as the tears trailed down his cheeks, he found himself setting his glasses on his nightstand and pulling his weighted blanket over his shivering body.

...

"Alright everyone, is everything ready?" semi-loudly announced Patton.

"Decorations: Done!" Roman confirmed, high-fiving his twin. The two did a great job, they really got what Logan would like just perfectly. Not too extravagant, just a perfect balance.

"I didn't check with everybody already, none of Logan's gifts are ready." responded the snake-Side with an excited and reassuring expression.

"The cake is done, you know that already, Pop-corn." Virgil said with a metaphoric nudge. It was a two-layer, whipped-vanilla-frosted, galaxy-theme-decorated sheet cake. And both layers have crofters frosting inbetween the top and bottom half. Not too much to overwhelm the cake's taste, just perfect.

"I know Virge, I just wanted to hear everybody say that they're done! It makes it feel more complete." admitted Patton. "So that means we're all ready! Get to your places everybody, I'm going to sink out and get Lo-Lo!"

The other four sides scrambled to their places as the sky-blue Side tried to sink into the hall, right into Logan's room. He even made sure his entry was clear. But despite his efforts, he was met with a thump. He couldn't get through.

He tried a few more times. "That's odd, i'm almost always welcome in his room. It's very hard to particularly block somebody out." concern came from Patton's mouth.

"Let me try-" Virgil tried to say but was interrupted by Deceit.

"Yes. Despite my suspicions, this isn't one bit more serious. It might be worse that his boyfriends try to get him." the scaley Side reasoned.

Virgil nodded. "I guess you're right. But what do you mean, your 'suspicions'?"

"Well, you see... It takes alot of brain power to consciously block someone from entering your room. You could stop me from entering yours after all." Deceit paused to look the purple emo in the eyes.

"But it can't easily be done subconsciously, if it's what you want. Logan's unlikely sleeping... which is half the reason I am concerned."

"What do you mean, Fibber On The Roof?" asked Roman, with an unsettling feeling in his stomach.

"One, Logan absolutely sleeps at this time. He prefers to get 8 hours of sleep, period. Sleeping now would lead to too much sleep. Second... well, why wouldn't he want to keep any of us out?" Deceit directed his answers to Roman.

"Why would our dork be asleep at this time?" questioned Remus with a bit of concern.

"I know, but we definitely shouldn't go see what's going on..." responded the snake, lowering his head a bit. "Let's try walking there."

As the sides walked down the hallway to Logan's door Virgil put a hand on the Dad's shoulder, catching his attention. "Do you feel... something weird around us? Like, emotionally?"

"Oh... now that you mention it, I knew I felt something off... it's a sad aura for sure." was the reply. "How did you know?"

"I could feel something too. I think it has something to do with Logan..." Virgil said with a hint of concern.

The two chatting sides, who were a bit behind the others, finally got to the door. "I think you might just be right." reaffirmed the cardigan-wearing Side.

Deceit knocked on the door, in a specific pattern. Two knocks, two knocks, three knocks. Logan & Dee created a door-knocking code to know the basics of why they were trying to come in. Deceit used the "Worried about you" knock.

There was no response. The lying Side tried to turn the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge. Everyone glanced at each other with increasing worry. "Logan, please wake up and unlock the door. This isn't like you." Patton tried.

Roman whispered to Remus. The green twin nodded and summoned his morning star. Everyone was already stepped to the side, so Roman walked to the opposite side of the wall to L's room and prepared to charge.

Virgil had been discussing with Deceit when he noticed what was about to happen. "Roman, what are you-" the red royal Side finally charged. "ROMAN DON'T-" Virgil yelled, catching the others attention, causing them to watch.

Roman ran up to the door and tried to break it open with his brother's morning star. Upon impact, instead of breaking like wood, it acted like solid metal. There wasn't even a scratch on the logical nerd's dark blue door.

Due to the unexpected outcome, Roman fell over, hitting his elbows and shoulder blades on the ground as he tried to save himself. "ROMAN!" cried the cat-loving dad.

Patton & Remus went and helped Princey up, while the other two just stood there and shook their heads. "I'm good, don't worry guys. I've been through worse."

"If Logan does want us to come in, what made you think breaking the door would work?" queried Deceit about Roman's decisions.

"...Well, when you put it that way, I guess that makes sense. But it was worth a shot, right Lyin' Manuel Miranda?" Roman sheepishly tried to reason.

Deceit sighed and shook his head again. "Well, luckily for us, I think I thought of a solution that could work." the snake shape-shifted into, well, a snake.

"Oh, oh! I'll come too!" exclaimed Remus, shape-shifting into a tiny rat, the same height as Deceit.

As the two successfully snuck under the door, the other three watched them with surprised looks. Virgil broke the silence, saying "Roman, I'm not gonna lie, but I thought your idea was more plausible than theirs." (heh, Dee pun)

...

Once through, Logan's boyfriends shifted back to their regular forms. They saw their nerd lying on his bed sideways, turned away from them and grasping his star-themed weighted blanket tightly. (heh, another Dee pun)

Deceit whispered in Remus's ear. "Go unlock the door and let everyone in. Make sure they stay quiet and to the side for now. We don't want to overwhelm him." Remus nodded and went to get the others.

The snake-faced Side walked over to the logical Side's bed and sat in front of him. He started to rub his back and gently wake his boyfriend up.

"Logan, hey, wake up, please."

Logan groaned and opened his eyes. They were red, like he'd been crying. Well, now that he noticed it, Deceit could see tear track stains on the nerd's cheeks. Logan's expression changed from a tired one to a worried one as soon as he realized who woke him up.

"Dee, why are you in here...?" he queried with a mildly distressed tone.

"Well, first of all, you're not following your schedule which was concerning us, second off you were forbidding us from entering while you slept, and third, we-" Deceit's ramblings were cut off by Logan pulling him into a hug.

"Dangit, that wasn't very smart of me..." Logan choked out with a half-hearted chuckle. Voice shaking, he continued with "I... I sh-should've said something-"

"-What do you mean?" Right on cue, the others entered and were listening. Logan still hasn't noticed them.

"I've felt so lonely all day... I haven't felt this feeling since before we all made amends, it all feels so wrong and illogical and it doesn't help th-that-" he started sobbing into Dee's chest.

At this point everyone came up and started to comfort Logan. His boyfriends were hugging him tight, Patton was rubbing circles and other shapes into Logan's back, and the other two were just making sure their presence was known by occasionally saying comforting words with the others.

Finally after what felt like hours(but was actually a quarter of an hour, Logan spat out the rest of his sentence from before. "I-I thought... that you guys had forgotten about my birthday..." he said in between sniffles.

Realization hit all of them at once. They all had been practically ignoring them while they were making sure his party was perfect, not to mention none of them even wished him a happy birthday.

"Oh L... we're all so sorry." apologized Virgil on behalf of the others.

"We were all just so busy behind the scenes, we forgot to make sure you felt notice today!" explained Roman.

"It's quite alright, Roman," said Logan, smiling though there were tears still in the nerd's eyes. "Although... what do you mean 'behind the scenes'?"

The others glanced at each other. Remus stepped in, saying "Oh, you'll see! Go ahead and tidy yourself up first-"the green Side pointed at Logan's messy hair, tear-stained cheeks, reddened eyes and wrinkled clothing. "-And then, you might want to come to the living room, haha!" he laughed. Patton nodded.

"Let Virgil know when you're ready, we'll be in the living room." The others sunk out; while Virgil left the room. Before he was out of sight, he winked at Logan with a gentle smile.

...

In the living room, the others waited in the dark, quietly. They heard footsteps approach, or rather, just Logan's. Virgil has light footsteps, after all. "-I really don't see the point in having my eyes covered Virgil, I can't see where I'm going-"

Patton whisper-yelled. "They're coming, stay in your positions!"

"-Don't worry Logan, we're almost there, just a little more... There!" Virgil finished guiding Logan to the center of the living room and removed the scarf he had tied over his eyes.

Virgil flicked the lightswitch beside him, and everyone jumped out, yelling "SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOGAN!"

A happy birthday, indeed.

...

(Epilogue: His gifts uwu)

"Alrighty Lo-Lo, are you ready to open our gifts?" Patton asked, bouncing with excitement.

"Why, of course."

"Alright then, open mine first!" Patton handed Logan a large(about as big as his torso), shiny, blue gift bag.

Upon opening it, he found a light brown stuffed bear and a little white notecard. Logan took a moment to admire the bear, he was awestruck by it. It was super soft and cuddly, its face was comforting to look at; The belly, paws, and inner ears were white and covered with tiny, shiny blue stars. The eyes changed depending on the angle you looked at it; Green at some angles, then brown, blue, purple, and so on. It even had a nice indigo galaxy print bow tied around the neck with the bow in the back.

"Patton... this is... impractical, but I love it regardless." he said with a smile.

Patton came up and gave him a hug. "Don't forget to read the card!" he cheerily reminded.

The small card had a cute little bear face and a bunch of stars all over it. Logan read it aloud; 'To our favorite left-brain nerd, Lo-Gi bear.' He groaned and gently pushed Patton away, while everyone else laughed.

"Here, you cannot open mine next." offered the snake. Deceit handed Logan a black, square box about the width of a shoe, tied with a silver ribbon.

Logan opened it to find a petaminx rubiks cube inside. All twelve sides(heh) matched each of his friends and himself, everyone having two themed sides each. The designs were intricate, making it so he would have to perfectly solve it; and Logan loved it.

Logan gave Deceit a big hug. "Thank you so much, Dee, this is wonderful." Deceit responded with "Of course, specs. I saw that the plain rubix cube you have was getting too easy for you, so I spent a while making this one for you."

Once their hug ended, Virgil cleared his throat and spoke up. "Here's mine, it's nothing really special..." the emo handed Logan a clothing giftbox and stuffed his hands back in his hoodie pockets.

Logan opened the box to find a nice blue cardigan sweater(like this one but with silver buttons and subtle constellations all over) inside. "'Nothing special'? Virgil, I cannot describe how much I appreciate this. Thank you." Logan reassured Virgil with a smile. Virge smiled back.

"Try it on, Lo!" cheered Patton, silently clapping.

Logan snaps his fingers, and immediately he's wearing the cardigan. It fits him well, definitely making him look more handsome. His boyfriends were swooning, and his friends were admiring the fact that for once, Logan looks so much happier.

"Well then; Roman, would you like to show me your gift next?" Logan snapped everyone back to reality, slightly blushing still.

"Oh! Of course, Galaxy Geek! Although, I must confess-" Roman started before Remus excitedly interrupted him.

"We had a big influence on each other's gifts! It's still our own gifts to you but we never would have finished these on our own!" Lo's ratty boyfriend proudly chuckled.

"Aww, I'm proud of you two!" cheered Patton once more. He hugged the Creatwins tight, happy with the progress they've been making.

"Thanks, Pat." Roman gave his gratitude. "Anyways," the prince pulled away from the hug. "You might wanna prepare yourself Lo, this is going to be big!" he boasted.

He presented a Book-sized moving-esque box, but much nicer. When Logan unwrapped the box, he was met with several thick, leather-bound books. Each had a title on them, written in silver ink.

"I've been working for ages, writing all these stories that I knew you would love!" Roman began to explain. "I even accidentally missed last year's christmas working on them..." he regrettably admited. "Oh, and last time, when I gave you that Sherlock Holmes fanfiction I knew that you weren't exactly a fan of the cover, so I spent a lot of time making these nice leather covers!"

Logan was surprised. "Wow, Roman... these are definitely intriguing. Thank you... wait, Remus said he helped you with these, what did he do?" he questioned.

"Oh, Remus gave me inspiration! Since prior to us all becoming friends once more, we had been unintentionally ignoring you, I wasn't quite sure what you would be interested in reading. So I went to Remus for most of the ideas, and had Deceit confirm some of the more concerning recommendations. Right Dee-More-Chill?" Roman answered, turning to the snake for confirmation.

Deceit nodded. "But speaking of our friendly stinkman, where did he go?" he looked around.

"Up here!" Remus called. He was hanging from the ceiling, again. He dropped off and fell into the deceitful Side's arms, only to be met with a bitter reaction from Virgil.

"Aw come on, I had him fall on top of me, and you caught him?!"

"Now now kiddo, relax; We're trying to fix things, remember? Let's not start a fight over something small." Patton gently reminded.

Virgil nodded. Remus ran over to the closet to get his present, calling his twin over to help carry it out. It was a large painting of a galaxy, subtly divided in thirds. One side was Roman's part of the imagination, the other side was Remus's part of the imagination, and the middle was the night sky in the real world.

Logan was-'pun not intended'-starstruck. It was beautiful. The fanciful brothers set the painting down and Logan walked up and gave them a big hug, followed by everyone else joining in.

"I told you, he would love it bro." Roman poked Remus's cheek.

"Yep! That big empty spot on the wall beside your bed had been bothering me for a while, so I thought this painting would be amazing! Roman helped with his sky and the real sky since I'm not too familiar with them." the Duke explained.

Logan chuckled. "To me, all of your existences are good." he told them, which was met with a tighter hug.

That night, they fell asleep in that same room, marathoning a ton of Logan's favorite movies and whatever else he wanted to watch.

Perhaps, Logan will finally admit to himself celebrating birthdays isn't so bad.

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Could I get a matchup? I'm older than your usual audience at 33 lol. Non-binary pansexual. I love Mystic Messenger, BNHA, and Seven Deadly Sins. I'm told I'm very sweet and understanding, but I can go full protect mode when needed. I like BJDs, sculpting, reading and video games. I'm a major goth babe even if I'm fluffy. I have green curly hair and green ish grey eyes. I've been through literal hell but keep smiling for my friends because they need me to be their light.

Okay ball jointed dolls look hella cool and I never really knew they existed until this ask. Also I originally paired you with Jirou, but I think you wanted a matchup more your age so I took that into consideration!

I pair you with…

🥢 This took me a bit... I looked through heroes and couldn’t find anyone, and the second I started considering villains, I thought Shigaraki was perfect.

🥢 I feel like Shigaraki wouldn’t pay attention to anyone that isn’t a villain. Heroes to him are scum, and he has no problem murdering the innocent. So you’d have to be a villain, and eventually would join the league.

🥢 I think you being apart of the Liberation would make this a whole lot more interesting, but I don’t want to risk spoiling anything for you. So I’ll stick with plain and simple, you’re apart of the League of Villains.

🥢 I can imagine your aesthetic mending really well with the League. They mostly dress in cold dark colours, and I feel like your goth babe vibes would fit nicely.

🥢 You’re so sweet I cant imagine you being a villain without a huge reason. You’re doing this to protect someone, maybe a best friend. The League is eventually made aware of this. Dabi’s the one to reveal it, moodily and a bit rudely.

🥢 You’re such a mom to the League. You dress their wounds, try and keep their sleeping schedules in check. I’d imagine you fawning the most over Toga and Twice. You’d try with Dabi, he’s a hot mess, but he pushes you away.

🥢 What’s really important to Shigaraki is loyalty. You create strong platonic bonds and protect your friends really well, so I feel like that’s why Shigaraki noticed first about you.

🥢 Shigaraki would begin to warm up to you after a fight. He sees you mercilessly defending a wounded league member, and Shigaraki’s able to properly see how seriously you take this whole villain thing.

🥢 After this, Shigaraki reluctantly lets you sore on him. He’ll glare, scoff, and sigh in irritation, but sometimes he’ll lean into your touch. Shigaraki would never voice it, but he loves getting his wounds treated by you. He also likes the caring attention you give him, especially due to the significant lack of attention he gets on a daily basis. Shigaraki’s so touch starved.

🥢 So you guys get closer that way, with your protectiveness looming over the league like a protective cloak. You love them and they look up to you. Shigaraki’s admiration for you grows steadily.

🥢 You two play lots of video games together! He hates losing and gets pretty sucky about it, so sometimes you’ll let him win. But you both have fun and exchange playful banter!

🥢 Considering your parental nature , I feel like Shigaraki’s sense of humor would bring you just a bit of concern, but be an entertaining dynamic. He has a dark and offesnive sense of humour, and I feel like you’re softer and a bit fluffy.

🥢 You know that one meme where person a says “someone will die” and person b happily adds on “from fun!”? Yeah that’d definitely be you two, to an extent. While you definitely fight when it comes down to it, especially in self defense, you’re softer in comparison to Shigaraki.

🥢 Getting into a relationship with Shigaraki would be a little difficult. You’d have to know him well to understand exactly what he’s getting at. But then again, also knowing Shigaraki, he’d have to have known you for a long time and understand you like the back of his hand (unintentional pun oop).

🥢 You two don’t ever really confirm your relationship at first. Shigaraki would ask you casually and kinda gruffly to go out, maybe to eat, and that’s all the confirmation you need that this is a bit more than platonic. He’s acting reserved and you can tell the question brought him significant embarassment. Shigaraki even asked you out in front of the rest of the League, who are watching through warry eyes because why the fuck is he acting so wierd? But you get the underlying message, somehow.

🥢 After you two start going out there isn’t really a change in your relationship. Shigaraki looks after you with concern and tries his best to match the parental concern you emit like second nature. He admires that aspect of you and tries to show his appreciation by doting over you to the best of his ability. Others say it comes off as nosey and a bit heavy, but the poor boy tries his best.

🥢 He’s really protective of you. Shigaraki wouldn’t so much as let people look at you too threateningly, let alone raise their voice, and stays glued to your side during missions.

🥢 Shigaraki likes chilling in your room. He’s afraid to touch any of your BJDs or sculptures in case he accidentally turns them to dust, but he likes admiring them from afar. It gives your room a cool vibe and he likes being in there, sometimes wordlessly walking in and finding a place to sit randomly.

I pair you with…

🥢 I’d imagine you catch Merlin’s attention. You’re pretty well known in your village for your sculptures, and she catches wind of your talent. She comes asking for a sculpture for a spell.

🥢 You two get along pretty well. You’re really open with what you do, and Merlin admires your sculptures and praises you. I think she’s also have an interest in BJDs, maybe even have a small collection herself.

🥢 Merlin grows intrigued with you from your first meeting and visits you several times afterwards.

🥢 I feel like Merlin is the type to have a ton of contacts, so she keeps in touch originally just to have you as an acquaintance she can go to for favours. She’s alright with popping by a couple times to help you out with some stuff, and you’d have a magic tool that you use to keep in touch with her.

🥢 It takes a while for Merlin to start to get to know you well. During some of her random visits to your village, she catches you with your friends a couple times. Imagine her literally just appearing behind you, calling out from the weirdest places. Peeking out from a rooftop, sitting at a table that you could’ve sworn was empty when you looked at it a second ago, walking out of a dead end alley. Merlin’s full of surprises.

🥢 But on that note, Merlin likes seeing you with your friends! She thinks you look full of life, and you’re always smiling and just overall so giddy. She admires you from afar from a lot, or pops in and joins you all because she likes seeing you that happy and carefree.

🥢 Eventually you ought to notice Merlin’s interests. So you invite her over for tea, hot chocolate, coffee, whatever you prefer. Merlin isn’t picky I see her liking just about everything.

🥢 But you guys chill pretty regularly after you reach out to her. You’ve opened the door to friendship rather than acquaintanceship. Merlin usually shows up unannounced, but at least comes at reasonable hours, like in the afternoon.

🥢 I bet Merlin would bring small nicknacks from her adventures, and learns after bringing a book that you like reading! She takes that into an account, and now whenever she visits brings one book from whereever she traveled. Invest in bookshelves, buddy, cause Merlin’s going all out!

🥢 Merlin’s definitely a big reader too. I can totally imagine you two choosing one book from the collection Merlin steadily brings you, you two get together to talk about one book you’ve read after the month is over. It’s really cute and casual and overall great bonding time.

🥢 Merlin is definitely the type to sit down and talk thuroughly about a relationship. I’d imagine she literally sets a date for when she’d like to talk, even calling you before hand.

🥢 Merlin tries to be as friendly as possible, and the conversation isn’t as intimidating as you’d think! You two sit down and talk maturely about what you’d want in a relationship, what your boundaries would be, and what pace you’d like the relationship to go at.

🥢 Afterwards there is a noteiceable change in how you and Merlin act. She’s much more romantic and definitely surprises you with flowers a lot. She doesn’t leave a note with them or anything, she’d love leaving them in random parts of your home for you two find.

🥢 Merlin would totally be the Queen of romance. Dates with her are the absolute best and so romantic. She likes taking you to faraway places and spoiling you rotten.

🥢 Merlin loves that parental side of you, and as much as Merlin tries to spoil you, you ultimately win her over a lot.

🥢 Merlin loves when you make her hot drinks and force her to rest and eat. She’s the type to overwork herself to the point of fainting, although she rarely shows anyone. But you can see how tired she is, and how she stubbornly pushes through it.

🥢 Merlin is a sucker for cuddling! It gets her to stay still and rest, too. So really it’s a win win; Merlin’s able to settle down, and you two get to be mushy and romantic.

🥢 You guys aren’t the most mundane, but you guys are spontaneous! There’s always a surprise around the corner when you’re with Merlin! She’s a really exciting and romantic partner.

I pair you with…

🥢 I bet you and Yoosung would get along almost immediately!

🥢 You two would obviously bond over video games at first. Yoosung’s very vocal about the interests you two share and is excited that you click so well! You guys would end up totally flooding the messenger, and the rest of RFA would have to usher you two into private text messages.

🥢 If you’ll let him, Yoosung can talk to you for hours. He likes people who are nice and just overall loves your vibe.

🥢 While Yoosung tries to brush of your parently doting, he sorta needs someone to remind him to eat and sleep and basically take care of himself. Yoosung would show his appreciation later, telling you how great he feels and thanking you immensely.

🥢 You guys start to build this really cute friendship. You two bond over the smallest things, and make up the RFA’s cheerleading duo. You guys are both so supportive of everyone else and everyone looks forwards to your commentary whenever they share anything with the group chat. Even if the comments are late, you and Yoosung never fail to share your words.

🥢 No one’s really surprised when you two start hanging out regularly. You guys just get along so well you basically drift to each other’s sides.

🥢 You two become a powerduo that everyone sort of loops in together. Your names are usually in the same sentence. You’re basically the same person.

🥢 Yoosung frequently talks about his lack of success in his love life throughout your friendship. Gradually, you begin to think of him in a different light, and I’d imagine you gain a crush on him slowly. Yoosung on the other hand falls for you hard, near the beginning of your friendship. Except he doesn’t voice anything because he likes being around you so much, he’s afraid to jeapordise your friendship.

🥢 You guys spend a lot of time being friends, and the rest of the RFA tease you two occassionally. To them, it’s pretty obvious you both caught feelings. Jumin even makes it a point to state how pointless he thinks the secrecy is. Why not just confess?

🥢 Yoosung eventually bites the bullet and tries to mention it as casually as he can. But knowing him, this comes out the opposite. He’s pretty awkward about it and stuttering over the phone. Yoosung basically confesses that he has feelings for you, but respects how you feel. He practically prepares for a rejection, he sounds so sad.

🥢 When you tell him you feel the same he’s ecstatic!

🥢 Prepare for daily rants on the groupchats from Yoosung about how much he likes you. Everyone’s relieved you two finally got together, and they praise the both of you.

🥢 Being in a relationship with Yoosung is the absolute sweetest. He’s so supportive of you and whatever you do, and he’s forever showering you with praise. He’s awestruck at the simplest things and loves you so much.

🥢 You’d definitely have to be aware of how he’s handling himself. While Yoosung is pretty vocal about how he’s feeling, that makes taking care of him easier.

🥢 Yoosung is really vocal about just about everything. This really builds the foundation for trust, and you guys don’t really have any barriers when it comes to sharing things. Overall, you guys have a really healthy relationship and you’re just two really sweet babes.

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reddogf13 · 5 years

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Deal with the Devil

Pennywise x Beverly

summery: Beverly, for barely a year had been suffering a terminal illness. one night after accepting her fate of oncoming death she gets the sudden urge to return to Derry. returning back after being gone for 11 years she comes face to face with IT. offering a disturbing deal of a lifetime.

"carry my eggs, and I'll fix you back to perfect health."

Will she commit to a deal with the devil?

status: complete

rated: M - fowl language and gore , Spiderwise sex scene ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

next chap: Deal with the Devil ch 2

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~ch:1 Ringmaster ~

Beverly's life had suddenly come crashing down barely a year ago. It started with a cough that just wouldn't go away. She used all the allergy med, then all the cough drops, then she moved on desperately to cold medicines. None of them worked after weeks of home treatment. Then came the blood one early morning after a coughing fit. The red liquid staining her hand had her on the verge of vomiting. What was happening to her?!

She set up a doctors appointment as soon as she could. That week before her appointment feeling like years. The wait in the lobby before the doctor feeling like months passing. Inside the office the doctor checked over her throat. Passing it off as simply a sore throat despite her concerns brought up. She was sent home where she immediately set up another appointment. Looking for a second opinion from a competent doctor.

Another new symptom building her worries. Her breath constricting in her chest. Sleep no longer possible being that no one would check on her. What if she stopped breathing in the night? She lived alone and worked at home doing office papers. The soonest someone may notice her missing was a month later when papers were overdue. If she was noticed to be missing in action she doubted they would send someone to her home. Preferring to cut the ties on dead weight to the company. She couldn't let all these problems interfere in her life of work. Working the time away to be a little more tolerable of her illness.

The next doctor's visit didn't go any better. Talks of maybe it being tonsillitis to heavy pneumonia. She was passed from doctor to doctor for more tests. This illness she had stumping doctors on what it could be. None of the x rays showed anything nor the multiple scans. The visits needing her to stop her work to fully focus on her health. The most disappointing birthday that year for sure. Spending her 26th birthday prodded by doctors. The money running out over the months still having no clear answer.

Her body sick of all the bloody hacking. Her breathing turned to tight wheezing out her pained chest. Her weight taking a drastic drop no matter how heavy the doctors made her diet. Nothing giving her answers she willingly, after fighting so long, accepted her fate. Receiving some relief at the thought of her massive schedule of doctors visits clear. She went to bed late that night ready to sleep in past her next visit. Giving up on it all.

Waking strangely in the night to a tugging at her chest. Driving her to anxiously get up to stand by the phone. Fearing that this was about to be a drastic health change for the worse. After sitting in the living room with her phone for the past hour. She thought over what the feeling could be. It wasn't painful or sickening to her stomach like the usual problems. It was like someone pulling her along to go somewhere. Being specific toward one direction in its constant pulling.

“what could possibly be in that direction?” thinking it pointed upwards toward the eastern corner of the large USA. An area she hadn't been around since leaving … “Derry.” she found her answer to where she needed to go. Something inside her going “yes, come here.” but why there?

“some dying homing instinct?” thinking bitterly about how animals went off alone to die. After accepting her impending death it may have been the final click for her body. Urging her to return home where she was born to finally die. “how poetic.” thinking sarcastically as she looked over her phone. Looking over the various airport sites to find the most comfortable flight the next morning. Choosing the luxurious business class offering free wine she would greatly appreciate.

Knowing she wouldn't sleep she started packing for the trip. Shredding documents she assumed she would never come back for. Eating a meal of microwaved pasta to hold her over for a while. Dragging her arm across a shelf covered in medication bottles directly into a trash can. Happy to see the sight of throwing them all away. They never helped her anyway despite doctors claiming over and over it would take time. After 7 months she was sick of doctors. Smelling that overly clean hospital soap made her gag every time now.

A hot shower later and she was off to meet a taxi outside. Her exhaustion hitting hard now having her barely awake in the back seat. Through the terminal she bought the blackest coffee to chug on her way to the plane. Relaxing back in her seat holding a fresh glass of white wine. She hadn't had any sort of alcohol since starting her doctors visits. No alcohol while taking meds, of course. The smooth taste of it like gold to her in these times of bitter medicine. Drinking a few glasses before sleeping the rest of the flight away.

Earning a full 6 hours of sleep to wake around dinner time. Enjoying a fresh meal she didn't have to cook. Another 2 hours had them eventually landing down in Maine. Needing to land in another city by Derry where there was an airport. Taking the final half hour last leg of travel in a taxi. The stress of all the traveling taking a toll on her remaining health. Heading straight for the hospital when arriving in town over a hotel. Seemed a more suitable place anyway for when her time came.

“would hate to traumatize some poor housekeeping finding a dead body.” thinking to herself as she checked in. gagging over that sterile smell while changing into a hospital gown. Dealing with the doctors asking her thousands of questions. Having trouble talking ever since her voice went out months ago. She protested taking more tests, but the doctors insisted. She gave in with no energy to argue. Put right into a bed on fluids along orders to wear an oxygen mask. Accepting whatever to be left alone for the rest of the night.

Her new room left dimly lit by night light of sorts for easy night navigation. Her room being large and happily containing only a single bed for her. A full bathroom off to the side and a large TV on the wall. A large window following the length of a whole wall showing the Derry town lit up in lights. The summer fairs Ferris wheel shining the brightest from afar above all else. Highlighting the surrounding black forest in a glow of multiple colors. “at least there's a view.” watching out from her resting spot. Exhaustion taking over to slowly drift over to sleep.

Her heavy rest disturbed far too early from the norm. doctors never woke her this early, but someone was trying to. Shaking her shoulder until she opened her eyes to glare at them. Eyes shooting wide open at the sight of the smiling clown crouched over her. Her weakened body locked up with a mere flinch in reaction. Glaring at him being the only thing she could do otherwise.

“hi-ya Beverly.” he happily greeted with his usual smile. “not doing too well I see.” she opened her mouth to try speaking. Her weakened voice having nothing coming out. Yet, he still somehow knew what she wanted to ask.

“what do I want?” speaking for her. “I want a favor.” grinning from ear to ear. Beverly looking suspiciously to him. What could he possibly want from her and what could she do for him? She had enough trouble now walking down a straight hall.

“I want you to have my children.” stating to her bluntly. The fact he was crouched over her so closely creating a physical panic after the news. The loud blaring of her heart monitor annoying him to the point he smashed it with his fist. Looking back down on her in a more serious expression. “don't have a heart attack. I won't do such a disgusting act of force on you. I am entirely leaving the decision up to you.” calming her down from her panic. She right after glared an obvious look of rejection on his favor.

“how about a deal instead?” his smile returning. “carry my eggs, and I'll fix you back to perfect health.” the offer still rejected by her. Suspicion in the back of her mind forming over all this. Was that strange tugging his influence to offer this “deal”. Was her whole illness a ploy created by him from the beginning.

He laughed at her questioning look of accusation. “I will admit I tempted you here, but the disease is entirely on you. I know exactly what your illness is and I know it cant be cured in this late a stage. They've tested you're blood, shoved the pills down your throat, took all the x rays followed by the scans. Ask them for a bronchoscopy and you'll see. heh-heh They don't see, but I do and after the test, they will too. Heh-heh, you'll know heh-heh.” chuckling along.

“you can spend the rest of your remaining time wasting away to a slow painful death. Or do me a small favor.” another question coming to her mind. why her of all people? She was horribly sick and not on good terms with him. Couldn't he have gotten someone else?

“you've been in my lights without going mad. You've seen my true self without dying. No one else has held as strong as you. I cannot properly make young in this form, I need someone who can handle both the physical and mental pressure.” his answer making her refuse harder then before. It wouldn't just be the clown, it would be that horrific spider impregnating her.

“Just say so, if you change your mind.” his form disappearing in a flash of dissolving smoke. The heart monitor beeping normally again as if it were never smashed. Leaving Beverly to contemplate what happened seconds ago. Was the clown serious about asking her to be pregnant with his … eggs? Was it all a dream off her medication withdrawal? What was her illness. A bronchoscopy was sending a camera into her lungs in search for something. He didn't tell her a specific spot for them to check. Did that mean no matter what they would find something? Nothing to do, but wait until morning. Her being able to sleep again was impossible.

As soon as the doctor for the day came in she cut them off. Not wanting to hear another “we couldn't find anything.” asking for a bronchoscopy like the clown told her to. The doctors tried to talk her out of it by calling it “unnecessary”. She wasn't having any of it. They tried everything else they may as well try the “unnecessaries”.

Eventually they gave in. helping her prep for the procedure of bringing a tube camera into her lungs. Handing her a medication to numb her throat in a separate operating room. Sitting there as doctors twisted the medal tube down. Pulling it back out after a bit of recording was done. The time they took being too short. Her being sure they were getting the unnecessary thing done with as soon as possible. Rather then taking their time to solve a mysterious issue.

Seeing them gathered through a window into a separate office looking at a screen. Talking amongst themselves that she wasn't able to hear. She however, could still see their reactions. Shocked panic crossing their faces to more talking. Devolving into a loud argument that rumbled through the wall.

Beverly was losing her patients on leaving her out of the conversation. She figured out the big news before any of the doctors did about whatever she had being terminal. The only shocking part of the news would be what it was killing her. They hesitantly came in to give the big news. Shuffling their feet while fidgeting their hands.

“spit it out.” her rough pained voice demanded of them. Done on waiting for all the answers that had been escaping her for so long.

“its lung cancer.” a doctor spoke out. The answer was a surprising, yet somehow not at the same time.

Thinking after all those years of smoking she did. “the disease really is all on me.” bitterly chuckling at the thought back on what the clown said.

“its terminal … your lungs are filled with tumors. They were too small to see on the x rays. Which is why nobody caught it. I am sorry there's nothing we can do at this point.”

“I get it.” she roughly answered. They helped her back to her room to let her settle down before giving her the other bad news. Due to being unable to do anything about her illness they had to make her leave. Allowing only one more day there with the suggestion of getting an in home carer for her remaining time.

Beverly was blocking it all out at this point. Was she so set on dying now after the disease being named? She expected to stay in the hospital until her time came. That was thrown out the window needing a change of plans. Go die at a hotel or try to travel back home from Derry? There was the one other option … she tossed the idea … at first. Going back and forth through the day then into the night. Contemplating her thoughts once again in the lonely night on lack of sleep. Weighing carefully the pros and cons, because once she accepted there would be no going back.

1st the moral reasons was the biggest, funny enough to her, not the point of having sex with a giant unearthly spider. To allow the creation of children born under IT. Spreading more man eaters across possibly the whole universe. Being the mother of what could be called a plague. Giving IT children while it took so many from other parents. The whole thing seemed unfair to everyone in Derry.

the 2nd reason was if it'd be worth it. What if the pregnancy worked like the alien movies? Pregnant long enough for them to burst out of her chest. Killing her after the miraculous healing IT offered.

3rd was could she go through with it. Dealing with the giant spider in such an intimate moment. How much pain would there be? Could he fit at all on such a size difference? Were they even compatible in terms of creating children? Must be if he was so willing to try. How many other times has he tried to make children and with who?

Considering all those her decision slowly changed through the night. Giving IT a chance to save her life in the deal, However a few more details were going to be tacked on. If she was going to give IT kids, he wasn't allowed to take anybody else's. She was fully willing to enforce this by holding his kids hostage. If she even thought he was trying to hide a devoured child from her, she would leap right off a cliff. Thinking it to be more responsible of her then to allow such uncontrollable monsters be born.

Pulling off her oxygen mask, on the aim to stand, she sat at the beds end. Taking the time to rebuild her energy for the stand up. Hand on the wall the entire way to the bathroom. Leaving the door open at knowing she'd be quick for just a message. Looking down the sink water drain in second guessing if she really wanted this.

Her body took in a deep wheeze to speak. “fine. Make me better.” the few words made her chest ache. Needing so much more air to breath she headed back to bed. returning her air mask in place seeming not much different than when it was off. Those small actions taking so much out of her she fell right asleep. Closing her eyes into a deep slumber long into the golden morning.

When she opened her eyes she could feel something had changed. Her chest didn't ache as much as it used to. A deep breath of air hearing her usual wheezing was completely gone. Was she better already? Sitting up so fast it made her head spin. The ache in her chest acting backup had her hissing in pain.

“fuck, guess not.” her voice sounding far better than it was yesterday. Whatever he was doing to help it worked, but slowly.“he better not expect me to immediately head right down into the pipes.” fully expecting him to assume that. “he would have come and fetched me by now, I guess. If I show the doctors I am improving it could buy me a few more days here.”

when the doctors arrived to check on her that morning she did just that. Convincing them to do another bronchoscopy before kicking her out. They agreed after another argument of it being “unnecessary” assuming she was in full denial of her condition. They redid the procedure and were stunned at how far the tumor growth receded overnight. Calling it a miracle while offering various routes of treatments to consider. She rejected all of them on the fact it would be a waste of money. There was only one reason for this “miraculous” recovery and it certainly wasn't the years of doctors visits. The doctors weren't happy she rejected treatment, however allowed her to stay for further observation.

It took a whole week for her to fully recover. The doctors were amazed at the cancers rapid disintegration. Practically begging her to help in research as to how it was possible. She refused of course while preparing her leave. That night in her new hotel room she anxiously waited for the call. Today had to be the day she was suppose to go to him. Having been officially labeled healthy enough to check out of the hospital. It was all that was left to complete the deal. That didn't mean she was going to meet him automatically. She preferred to be called when everything was ready on his end. Rather than waiting down below for them to get it over with.

When she looked out over her new night view of Derry the tugging sensation returned. The sensation strongest when gazing toward the highlighted black woods. “not choosing the fair?” scoffing at the locations area. Hesitant to go seal the deal out in the pitch black woods.

“should I bring anything?” looking over her unpacked bags she almost forgot were there. all her stress clouding her thoughts throughout the day. “my coat should be it.” grabbing it off a hook to swing over her arms. Considering buying a first aid kit on the way. Not sure how aggressive he will be during the event.

Heading out into the cold lonely night. Warm puffs of her breath covered in the colors of the fair she passed. Not a soul in sight seeing her wander off into the ominous forest. The towering trees blocking any light from the Ferris wheel at its edge.

Thinking with a pull out of a mini flashlight from her pocket. “clown couldn't have picked somewhere that's lit.” continuing to navigate through the brush. “somewhere less like an obstacle course.” grumbling along her tugging path. Slowing to a stop when the tugging died down. She had arrived to wherever he wanted them to meet. Confused by his lack of presence in the middle of the forest. Turning her flash light around her in search of him. “not here yet? Is he really going to have me wait?” walking a bit more forward.

Unaware that a large mound of earth was rising. A false covering acting like a trap door as something below waited. Two long slender black limbs stretching from the entrance. Silver threading spread between them glistening off the minimal light reaching it. In a swift lunge Beverly was snagged in the threading. Having no time to react as she was yanked down below the hidden door. Underground in the darkness whatever had grabbed her waited for her to regather herself.

She could hear a deep chuckle as she struggled in the thread wrapped tightly around her. Dropping her struggling to glare up toward the darkness where the chuckle originated. Limply laying back into the surrounding threading that held her like a hammock. Twisting her free hand just enough to shine her small light on many legs all black covered in a smooth shell. If it wasn't obvious enough who it was, it sure was now.

The shining light catching the bright reflection of 8 large eyes staring down at her. Jaws of many rowed teeth covered in reflective drool. It's hot breath warming her cold face to a gentle scent of honeyed peaches. The scent having the effect of relaxing her tense body further into going limp.

“you look well.” he chuckled in a twist around down the large dirt tunnels. She wasn't sure how to respond to that. Turning her attention to where they were going. Carried close the entire way down further and further. Able to see the sharp dropping tunnels he climbed down repeatedly. At one point she wondered if they were going to the center of the earth. The temperature below going from freezing cold to a nice room temperature warmth. The dirt walls transitioning to tunnels of webbing. Crawling across beams of them to raise up high into a large webbed cocoon structure.

He stopped by one particular spot to set her down. The webbing underneath her being fluffier than the rest. A soft bedding she was stuck down upon by the threading she was wrapped in earlier. Being belly down had her anxiously wait for the next step. Unable to see what he was doing nor able to move enough to look around. Tensing at his many arms tapped to feel along her repeatedly. Questioning why he was repeatedly doing it on no real goal such as to remove her clothes. Accepting it as a weird form of affectionate petting.

It did manage to do something by easing away her tenseness. Not so fearfully stressed by possible rough handling. When her body laid there fully limp he moved his touching a little lower. caressing her some more on the fresh tenseness cropping up. Beverly breathing in nervously after the removal of her lower clothing. Flinching away from him resting down onto her. The sensation on a wriggling thing between her legs having her gasp out. Shivering at the slime it spread up along her thighs. Pressing its heated length over her legs in gentle prodding. Searching for its goal to bury itself into so desperately.

His gentle handling no longer having the easing effect it used to. Tensing up at the gliding organ approaching closer. Requiring him to help spread her legs a little further apart. The slithering organ rubbing up against her entrance in the most needy of manors. The organ not being as smooth as she first thought. Covered in mini tendrils that squirmed in there own separate ways. Rubbing against her building the pleasure up in long gliding strokes. Tendrils squirming their way in to massage her walls for only a moment before being pulled back.

Moaning in pleasure after holding it for as long as she could. Sucking in a sharp breath when he slowly pressed in. shivering at all the tendrils rubbing along her walls. Pressing deeper had her squirming in pleasure under him. Wanting to press back further onto him, but the webbing kept her firmly in place. A blessing alongside his newly forming thrusts. Burying himself deeper to fill every inch of her with his pulsating girth.

A deep purring topping it all off by another level of vibrating friction. The organ twisting down deep to her end where it pressed its pointed tip. Reaching too deep too fast causing her to flinch, hissing out at the sharp pain. When she did he flinched back from her his deep purr cut off. The thrusting fully stopped to gently feel over her.

Annoyed he stopped so suddenly she encouraged him on. “keep going.” appreciating that he was being extremely considerate of her pain. Enjoying his pace picking back up into a full thrust. Moaning into the fluffy threading on her building peak. Squeezing around him she could feel how hard he was getting. Pulsing against her tightening walls the closer he got. The tip pressing deep gaining another flinch although not as big as the last.

His size gaining in obvious growth to stretch her. Half the tendrils massaging deeply at her walls while the others pressed into her. Stretching themselves to act as an inside lock from being pulled out. His tip thinly stretching itself passed that delicate wall to re-expand on the other side. The steady drip of something warm rushing a wave of ecstasy over her.

Thrown over the edge she screamed into the threading to muffle herself. Firmly tensing around him to bring forth a thick wave of warmth. Heating up her lower stomach in the time she came down from her orgasmic high. All her orgasmic writhing held still by his many arms pressing her into the soft bedding. Raising her legs further up to press down in at a straighter angle. Snapping to attention by the feeling of something else filling her. His length, deeply seated still, flexing in pulsing waves to move something along. Psychically feeling whatever it was reaching the end of him to drop down into her.

They were small, she could tell, like marbles. Many of them being collected to the point she no longer felt them dropping. Maybe a shift now and again as the pile spread out to fill the available space.

Figuring out that he must be inserting the eggs she stayed limp. Taking deep breaths to better ignore the strange sensation. Hard to turn her mind off being filled by insect eggs. “How many is he going to put in?” worrying about how much he was going to fill her. Noticing right as her belly began to distend he stopped the flow of eggs. Bringing his head down to nip along her back. while trying to look back in seeing what he was doing he nipped at one particular sensitive spot.

Her body tensed up exhaling a gasp of pleasure. Her body tensing around him is exactly what he wanted. Pouring in another wave of thick cum to fully fertilize the eggs freshly planted. His size decreasing with the tendrils going lax to unlock himself from her. Pulling out to then wrap the rest of her in a tightly threaded bundle. Not wanting any amount of seed to seep from her so early. Covering her in another layer of fluffed threading to gently blanket her.

Resting down by hovering over her in defensive guarding of his newly pregnant female. As if anyone would dare come down this far to harm her. She waited in her permanently bound spot for him to do anything else. Relaxing down into the soft bedding on nothing else going on between them. Closing her eyes to sleep the night away.

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notes:

couldn't wait to post this. first chapter may be weird, but gets more wholesome later. i don't have it fully written yet, but its meant to be very short. between 3-5 chaps max.

and yes, the spiderlings will be seen later. :3

#It (2017)#pennywise #beverly marsh #pennywise x beverly marsh

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our-smooty · 4 years

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Flowerbeds and Fertile Soil: Chapter 2

Fandom: Good Omens Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens, )Anathema Device/Newton Pulsifer

Tags: Kidfic, Mpreg kind of, they can choose to present however so idk, Crowley Has A Vulva (Good Omens), Crowley Has A Penis (Good Omens), Aziraphale Has A Penis (Good Omens), Aziraphale Has A Vulva (Good Omens), OCs Galor, parenting, using your snake form to avoid confrontation, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pregnancy, if I missed a tag lemme know

Summary: They could do anything, go anywhere, all without the worry of Above or Bellow making a fuss. Even so, they mostly kept to their little patch of Eden, their cottage and garden and the simple life they’d carved out among the locals. Aziraphale opened a book shop in town, where he only occasionally sold any books (and the ones he did sell, were all modern and stocked specifically for that purpose). Crowley focused his attentions on the garden, and if he occasionally helped their elderly neighbour with her disobedient willow tree, then that was a secret no one needed to know. Lately, however, they had both been feeling rather restless, unbeknownst to each other. Aziraphale tried reorganizing his store, changing the way he tied his bowtie and even ate pizza –something he considered to be far too messy for him personally. Crowley had branched out into birdwatching, and then car maintenance (the human way), and even reading. Nothing scratched the itch for either of them.

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“Oh Crowley,” the angel moaned right in his ear, breath hot and damp and making the baby hairs near his temple stick down. Crowley was pressed into the bed below Aziraphale, the entirety of his back in contact with glorious, soft skin. The hot hardness of Aziraphale’s cock inside him, splitting him open and really making him feel it. “So good, love, so good for me.”

“Aziraphale,” Crowley moaned into the pillows, canting his hips back, trying to get more of the angel inside him. Aziraphale’s cock was thick and long, hitting all those perfect spots inside. “Aziraphale yes.”

“I’m not going to last dear.” Crowley shuddered and thrust his hips again, trying to force Aziraphale to move. It worked and the angel began pulling back, then thrusting in at a slow, indulgent pace. “You’re so wet for me, so soft.”

“For you, angel, for you--!” And it was true, Crowley had never felt this way with anyone else. He’d had many human partners over the years, some he’d even sort of cared for, but none of them could compare to what he felt for Aziraphale. His love for the angel was a white-hot, burning thing that ate up anything in it's wake. “Take me, take me, take me.”

"I will,” Aziraphale answered darkly, keeping the slow speed but pushing in harder and there--! “I’m going to take everything you can give me Crowley, and then I’m going to give it all back.”

That was a very Aziraphale way of saying he was going to cum inside the demon, filling him up in that way Crowley craved from time to time. Tonight he’d practically begged for it, rutted into Aziraphale’s lap as he read until the angel noticed the dampness seeping from Crowley’s sex onto their trousers. Crowley hadn’t outright said anything, but Aziraphale always seemed to just know what he needed.

“Oh please angel, do it, do it!” Crowley was mindless with pleasure, clawing at the bed and howling as each thrust pummeled his g-spot. His clit barely brushed the bedsheets on the downswing but it didn’t matter, he was going to cum no matter what. Even though he’d already come twice with Aziraphale eating him out and once from his fingers. Whenever Aziraphale took it upon himself to spoil Crowley he always did a very thorough job.

Aziraphale removed his hands from where they’d been pinning Crowley’s arms to the bed to ghost over his hips. One of them cupped the demon’s lower belly, pressing and kneading at the flesh there. Crowley moaned at the added pressure. Though it really shouldn’t have, it shot a bolt of lust through him. There was something about the protectiveness and maybe the possessiveness of the action that made things that much more intense.

“Built to take me--oh Crowley good Lord you wicked, lovely thing!” Aziraphale was babbling but Crowley didn’t care. He liked hearing Aziraphale’s voice, and he especially liked hearing Aziraphale’s voice say those things. There was a gathering heat in his belly, right under the angel’s hands and he began whining, high pitch and needy.

All of a sudden the only thing he could think about was how it would feel when Aziraphale came inside him. How wet he’d be, the noises, the sticky-satisfied feeling he’d leave behind. How Aziraphale would, possibly, beg to eat him out afterward. What would happen if Crowley, for just one brief second, gave in and tweaked his anatomy, switched a few things on. The mere idea of having something of Aziraphale and him inside him, some proof of their love and their devotion to each other, was enough to make him clench down subconsciously.

“O-oh Crowley!” Aziraphale stammered his cock thickening and then spilling honestly excessive amounts of cum inside him. Between the pressure of the angel’s hand on his belly and the swelling of the cock inside Crowley felt so full, so full--he couldn’t help but come, convulsing against the sheets with a strangled, low moan.

The moments between when they came and when Aziraphale pulled out were nothing but warm, contented bliss for Crowley. He couldn’t have cared less about what was going on around him; his mind was stuck somewhere in that gentle, soft place created by the bed and Aziraphale’s weight on his back. He’d been right, things felt downright soaked down there, and the stickiness was more than a little unpleasant. It was worth it though, for a sense of pure satisfaction he felt. Behind him, Aziraphale was nuzzling against his spine, staying as close as possible.

“Crowley?” the angel hummed, voice sleepy and sated. Crowley wiggled happily, grinding his arse back against the soft cock still pinned there.

“M’good angel, s’good,” he slurred. There was cum leaking out of him and onto the bedsheets. He reached down to stick a few fingers inside, keeping it there for a little while longer. “Why’d you pull out?”

“I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable, darling,” Aziraphale answered. “Normally you’re so sensitive after.”

“I am sensitive, that’s what makes it good,” Crowley laughed, shuddering as Aziraphale ghosted his hands over his hips and arse. They could go again, of course they could they weren’t actually human. They could fuck as many times as they wanted in a row without the need to stop and rest if they so chose. It just happened both of them both chose to let themselves be a little more human than the average demon or angle. Eventually, Crowley removed his fingers from his cunt and Aziraphale rolled onto his side, pulling Crowley along with him so they were spooning.

“Are you tired?” Crowley asked. Sometimes Aziraphale didn’t feel like sleeping, though he did so much more often now that they lived together. Crowley still preferred to sleep on a regular schedule, however, so he always asked before passing out and trapping the angel.

“Very, you wore me out thoroughly, Crowley,” Aziraphale murmured into Crowley’s hair. It’d come free of the braid the demon normally kept it in and fell in sweaty hanks around his shoulders. Between that and the drying cum between his legs, Crowley was beginning to feel uncomfortable, so with a snap, they were both clean and the bed linens were fresh.

“Good, wanna sleep with you.” He was already drifting off when he felt Aziraphale shifting behind him, running soft hands up and down his sides. Usually, when they were about to sleep, Aziraphale would go still and silent. Even after 10 years of sporadic sleeping, it didn’t come naturally. But now he was moving, keeping Crowley awake with his constant petting.

“I wanted to ask if you’ve given any more thought to that… thing we talked about a few days ago?” Aziraphale’s voice was still quiet, but much less sleepy than Crowley’s own.

“What thing?” He was more interested in getting reacquainted with their comfy pillow and sheet set than doing much thinking. The 1000 thread-count sheets had been one of his choices since Aziraphale knew nothing about fabrics outside of his clothes. The colour had been a compromise, a nice earthy green that they could both agree on (though Aziraphale had fought long and hard for tartan, Crowley stood his ground).

“The, well, the baby thing?”

For a few moments, Crowley could only think about the strange thoughts that had taken over him right as they both climaxed. They’d been nice thoughts, little fantasies he’d planned on keeping to himself. But they were fantasies and he knew that. Apparently the angel couldn’t understand that.

“Told you no, thought I made that clear,” he said, sobering some and shaking off the afterglow. His desire to snuggle further into the pillows and sheets was immediately crushed; all he could think about was getting away from this conversation. “You said you wouldn’t keep going on about it.”

“But you want the same as me, Crowley, I can feel it!” So much for sleeping in his nice comfy bed. Crowley slithered out from under Aziraphale’s arm and to the edge of the bed. Sure, Azirahale could feel things in the way that angels and demons could feel lots of things others were experiencing, but it was all up to interpretation. Crowley wanted, yes he wanted, but there was a difference between wanting and getting that his angel didn’t seem to understand. “It’s not like you to be scared like this! Id we could just talk--”

“Shut, up!” Crowley seethed, willing his legs not the shake as he left the bed in search of his trousers. Surely there was a bar open somewhere where he could drink himself silly and no one would try and talk to him. Or maybe he could take the Bently out for a drive, burn off all this extra feeling on a long country road.

“I don’t even think this is about Heaven and Hell!” Aziraphale shouted from where he sat on the bed, arms crossed and face ruddy. “Crowley I see how you look at the girls, how you never want to leave after our meetings with them. And I’ve seen you for 6000 years being especially kind of children. I can sense love and you love children. I’ve never known you to let Above or Below stop you from getting something you want. Why now, that we’re finally free to--”

“We are a demon and an angel! Can you even imagine the things Heaven and Hell would do to get their hands on our children? You remember what they did to the Nephilim, yes? How they were destroyed, or turned into monsters haunting the lowest pits of Hell? N-now think, just God-damned think Aziraphale, if that was our kid! I couldn’t live with myself if that happened, or if they came out all wrong because of what I am, or--”

“Because of what you are?” Aziraphale interrupted brown furrowing. “Crowley is this about you being a demon?”

“Of course it’s about me being a demon! We don’t even know if an angel and a demon can… and if we can if the demon bits will work with the angel bits or if they’ll just ruin everything. Oh Somebody what if they turned out s-sick or s-something, because of--” He hadn’t even considered the fact that him being a demon could taint the kid. Or maybe he had, but he hadn’t thought about it because kids could not happen. And if they didn’t happen, he didn’t have to think about how his Fall was still torturing him over 6000 years later.

“Crowley!” Aziraphale called, getting out of the bed and rushing over to where Crowley had stopped dead in the middle of the room. “Crowley dear calm down!”

“Don’t tell me to bloody calm down! I told you to drop it! And you won’t stop asking! It can’t happen!” He was getting hysterical now. Hadn’t they been over this before? Why did Aziraphale have to keep dragging everything back up? Rubbing what they couldn’t have in his face over and over. There were tears at the corners of his eyes and he wasn’t sure if they were from anger or frustration. Aziraphale stood a few feet away hovering guilty.

“It’s not fair!” Crowley bemoaned through clenched teeth. That was the core of it, wasn’t it? That they could have anything they wanted not, except for this. Because he’d asked questions, stupid questions 6000 years ago. The regret was strong enough to make him gag a little. “If I h-hadn’t Fallen, we could h-have--”

“Crowley, Crowley, Crowley,” Aziraphale said breathlessly. “I didn’t realize--I’m sorry.” Aziraphale was often a little tone-deaf to situations like that, but he usually knew not to push once Crowley said no. Stupid, headstrong angel, who was moving too fast now?

“I told you we can’t, you said you’d drop it but you aren’t.” He took a deep breath before turning away from the angel to look for his shirt. “You aren’t fucking listening to me, I said we can’t! I can’t! And you going on and on about it isn’t going to change that!”

Aziraphale watched him get dressed silently. It was unusual for the angel to have nothing to say, but then again it was also unusual for Crowley to get this upset. Crowley rarely raised his voice, not in anger at least, and never towards Aziraphale. The fact that he’d gotten close made it abundantly clear that unless one of them backed off, this fight was going to cause some serious damage.

“I think I’m gonna go back to my flat for a while, cool off.” It nearly physically hurt him to say, but it was necessary. If Crowley didn’t put some distance between them now he knew from experience that one of them would say something truly hurtful. But even if it was for the best, it was still extremely difficult.

“O-oh,” Aziraphale whispered, hie eyes immediately beginning to shimmer with unshed tears. Crowley had kept flat for instances like this, where one or both of them needed time to themselves. He hadn’t had to use it very often in the last decade, but there were occasions where one of them felt strongly about something, and the other disagreed, so it had come in handy. The transition from hereditary enemies to lovers wasn’t always as smooth as expected.

“I’ll be back in a few days, call if you need anything.” Of course he’d answer if Aziraphale needed anything, he wasn’t that mad. The angel wiped at his eyes and nodded glumly. It was a sorry sight, and enough to make Crowley soften a little. “Two days, OK? Just give me some time.”

Aziraphale looked up and offered a sheepish look. “Yes, OK. I’m sorry dearest.” Suddenly he seemed to remember he was completely naked and snapped his fingers so a soft, taupe robe fell around his form. “If you could let me know you’re alright… I would appreciate it.”

Crowley sighed again then snapped his own fingers so he was wearing a full outfit. It was late outside, and getting colder, so he added a jacket and scarf before turning to leave. “I’ll text you, angel. Get some sleep.”

The Bently was, of course, waiting for him in the driveway where he’d left it after running out to pick up lunch. Crowley stalked over to it and flung himself into the drivers seat. Right before he pulled out he saw a swish of the curtains to their bedroom window, then a shock of light hair. It really was hard to stay mad at the angel. But if 10 years of cohabitation and 6000 years of waiting had taught him anything, it was that boundaries were important. And Aziraphale had stamped all over his.

#fanfic #mpreg #tw mpreg #crowziraphale #crowley #amazing #ineffable husbands #good omens #gomens #aziraphale #fbafs

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drkoestersmithrpg · 5 years

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Ok the important part to remember

(and the reason this is getting so long) is that PETER IS THE AVENGERS SPY and is CONSTANTLY, daily, reporting back on Tony’s drinking habits. Despite the fact that Tony isn’t drinking heavily. 1 light beer for Peter’s 3. Apparently a glass of scotch, 4-5 times a week, which he doesn’t even finish and leaves half-full around the lab. Still Peter knows ALL the details about EXACTLY what is in Tony’s liquor cabinate and checks it every few days.)

(also important to remember is that, peter catches on, whenever he asks to TALK to Tony he is GUARANTEED to get a blowjob.)

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Hey tony

I’m on my way

I would say ‘I need to talk to you’ but if I do you’ll just blow me and leave me to sleep on the couch

I’m not saying I don’t like all the oral attention but I really need to talk to you at some point. Please.

It won’t be scary. I promise. And you can blow me later. But can we just talk please?

That first time was amazing. It was incredible. But I really, really, need to know if we can ever get back to that place. Or even if you really wanted to be there in the first place. -at all- Please be brave and talk to me.

[Peter arrives, changes into civies, is very nervous about this conversation – walks in]

“Explain this to me. I manage to purchase a bear skin rug, which is not as easy as it sounds by the way. And I put it down on my bedroom floor, and I’m like, ‘oh what’s missing?’ So I think, ‘a fire in the fireplace.’

Peter watched with his mouth hanging open. Tony was more dressed up than he had been in a while, shirt and vest and slacks, as if he had been planning on going somewhere. He had even shaved. His meticulously plucked beard was in place and he had washed his hair. His shoes were on, something Peter hadn’t seen in ages. But his sleeves were rolled up as if he had been working on something.

And there was glass of amber liquid in his hand. That’s what caught Peter’s attention first.

“…which I actually light the night before, by the way, just to take in the visual, and I’m like ‘what else? I’ll have music.’ Which I did – I even played with the volume that night and adjusted it to make sure it was right - I had a playlist, which I picked out for you.”

Peter’s mouth was dry and his heart was pounding. He couldn’t say what was more unsettling, the shoes and the plucked beard or the bottle of scotch on the table nearby. It was 2/3 gone. His eyes flickered over to the closed liquor cabinet – no idea when he would get to check that without being noticed.

“And the bubble bath scheduled for afterward. And not one but two, count them, two bottles of actual champagne, imported, on the rug and on the side of the bathtub, and all I get is criticism?”

Peter’s brain processed all the information, despite his spidersenses slamming him with DANGER! signals coming from every direction. And in that moment he had two thoughts:

1) He had seen Saleman!Tony, and he had seen Action!Tony. He had seen Dismissive!Tony and he had seen Angry!Tony. He had even seen Surprised!Tony and Dying!Tony as well as Bedridden!Amnesiac!Confused!Injured!Tony and he had seen Confused!Staring-out-the-window-at-New-York-City-for-and-entire-day!Tony. He had seen Baffled!Tony and Romantic!Tony.

But this was the first time he had ever encountered Drunk Tony.

And

2) Where’s my phone? I need to report to Rhodey.

“Am I missing something here?” Tony was growling, and among the other pieces of information piling up in his brain added one more:

Tony’s clenched jaws and flashing eyes were dead sexy.

“Do you have something to say little boy?”

Peter swallowed hard and opened his mouth. There were hundreds of pieces of information churning in his brain at the moment, and he had no idea which one would come out.

“You’ve been drinking.” Well, that was certainly one of them.

“I’ve been drinking? You criticize my lovemaking techniques – full sensory experience by the way. I covered audio and sensory with the candles, bath and scented soap - and that’s all you can say? ‘You’ve been drinking?’”

“I just noticed you hadn’t been consuming alcohol lately and now you’ve….” But even as his brain informed him he was a terrible narc he looked directly at the liquor cabinet, then at the scotch bottle. That was an unopened bottle, wasn’t it? Why was it 2/3 empty? Did Peter catch him in the act randomly, or did he start drinking when…

“Is this what you do with all your other lovers, Peter?” he spat sarcastically. You criticize their technique and quiz them on their drinking habits?”

“I don’t have other….Tony I just texted you and said we needed to talk and…did you start drinking when you got my text?”

“You fucking ungrateful cunt,” Tony was saying while Peter did the math. He analyzed the bottle, the amount in the glass, the closed liquor cabinet and the distance between him and his phone when suddenly his attention was distracted – Tony was now standing less than a foot away from him.

“You were practically a virgin when you walked into my bedroom and this is the thanks I get?”

“Is that the Laphroaig? Did you open the Laphroaig right after I texted you?!”

“Nevermind what I…fuck this.” Tony stopped himself and turned, draining the glass.

Then he looked Peter in the eye and flung it against a wall, knocking over random pieces of lab equipment.

“Tony!”

“So now the virgin is a liquor expert and a sex critic?”

“I didn’t criticize you, I was just asking a question,” Peter countered, mostly in hopes to keep the conversation going until he decided what to do next.

“You have some nerve…..”

“I’m not going to apologize for asking a question!”

That was right, that was a logical thing to say, Raised voices, dear god was he really arguing with Tony Stark? Just like a married couple? Did this fit into to his ridiculous Tony Is My Boyfriend fantasy? If they kissed and made up afterward, would they really kiss?

Then Tony interrupted his fantasy by grabbing him by the shirt and hauling him forward, growling “You’re a greedy little bottom did you know that?”

There was definitely a time when that would have hurt – when ANY criticism form Tony Stark would have hurt. He would have apologized and begged for forgiveness but now he is only calculating his next move.

Because he was quickly realizing that his job as spy was probably over. That’s ok, he wasn’t very good at it anyway – no wait! Dammit he was GOOD at it! He had been very astute at noting that Tony wasn’t drinking up until the day HE HAD MADE Tony start drinking. Yeah, he should apologize to the team for that in the morning. But in any case the stage of his life where he was spy-in-Tony’s-house-that-is-currently-sleeping-with-Tony is way over. Oh well. It was pretty fucking good while it lasted.

“I took care of you. You came. You came hard, Parker.”

Maybe he should grovel, grovel and apologize for saying that they needed to have a conversation – maybe THAT was the way to be a good spy. He wanted to be a good spy, right?

He opened his mouth.

And found he was WAY too pissed off to care anymore.

“Ok, ok, ok so let me get this straight,” he said in a normal voice, as if Tony wasn’t in his face, still holding him by the shirt.

“So I text you and tell you I want to talk and you tell me I cant come by. So I come by anyway and you go down on me. So I ask you ‘Hey Tony why every time I want to talk my dick winds up in your mouth?’ and so you open your mouth and down an entire bottle of scotch!?”

“You’re an ungrateful brat who needs a spanking.”

“Can we talk while you’re spanking me?” [OR - “Well that will at least make some noise”] [OR - you won’t spank me, spanking me would make NOISE.]

…Peter said calmly (when all the time his brain was raging. He was making a list of how many people would have to be on this conference call. “Yes, Tony is drinking again.” “Why?” “Oh that would be my fault.”)

He was actually reaching to check if his phone was in his back pocket when Tony pushed him away, took his shirt by both hands and pulled him back this time within an inch of his mouth.

“You owe me an apology.”

He breathed it in – even under the scotch he could smell it.

Tony.

He hadn’t been this close to Tony’s mouth since that first night when he had kissed the man twice. He said nothing but closed his eyes. He breathed it in.

This would be the last time he would ever get this close.

“Well?” Tony growled.

And it really didn’t matter, did it? Who gave a Hot Fuck about his teenage crush. There was a time when getting Tony to kiss him on the mouth was the only thing he wanted. Now he didn’t even care. The team needed to know. He had to get out of here and report.

So he opened his eyes and tried to say something that would get him smacked across the face OR punched (but not really he couldn’t let Tony do that Tony would break his hand) and sent home.

“I don’t want to apologize Tony,” he said, calculating as he spoke. “So what should I do about that? Oh! I know! I’ll put a dick in my mouth so I don’t have to talk.”

“Don’t break your hand on my face Tony…” Peter thought.

That was the last thought that went through Peter Parker’s head before Tony “with a growl of “Suit yourself” forced him to his knees.

#Because Of Reasons #The Fight Part 1

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Nap Time!

Summary: how Patton makes the sides nap even when they don’t want too (bad at summary's sorry also Virgil's is based off of a headcanons sorry for less info I've had to rewrite, delete and more because I used up all my paragraphs )

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Logan.- Patton smiled softly at the now clean kitchen , spending most of the after noon cleaning from Breakfast he was ready to go see what the others were up to.

Putting his hand towel down he walked into the living room to see the youngest side sitting on the couch on his phone and headphones on looking like he was focused on it .

Slowly walking over Patton sat in front of Virgil careful not to startle him . After a few seconds the youngest looked up at him slowly taking his headphones off .

"Hey Pat done cleaning the kitchen already ?" He asked giving him his attention .

Patton smiled nodding "yep now I'm just seeing what everyone is up too "He said patting Virgil's knee . "So what are you up to Kiddo?"

He nodded leaning back giving Patton a small smile . "Just looking at Tumblr and listening to some music " he replied

"Oh that sounds like fun! How about later on tonight we have a movie night how does that sound ?" He asked hoping not to be to pushy and make Virgil uncomfortable .

To his surprise Virgil was quick to reply "yeah sure that sounds fun actually " he nodded

"Great! I'll go tell others okay I'll be right back "he smiled standing up walking to the stairs .

Virgil chuckled "alright dad " he placed his headphones back over his head

Patton smiled softly walking up the stairs towards Romans room . He knocked on the door waiting patiently for him to answer . But he didn't get a reply .

"Roman? Are you okay kiddo?" He asked softly knocking on the door again .

When he didn't get a reply he opened the door carefully "Ro?you in here?" He asked peeking his head in .

Romans room was empty all that was in their besides his normal bedroom essentials was a note on the desk .

Patton walked towards the desk picking up the note reading it aloud . 'Gone out to rescue a few fair maidens, I shall be back in time for dinner , Roman "

He smiled softly placing the note back on the desk . He grabbed one of Romans glitter pens and wrote 'hope the adventure was good , movie night after dinner 'with a doodle of a kitten on the edge of the paper

Satisfied with his note he began walking out of the room leaving everything the way it so it looked like no one had been in .

Closing the door he walked towards Logan's room smiling happily . He knocked on the door with a giggle "Logan are you in there?" He asked .

From inside of the room he heard a soft thud and a few mumbled complaints but they stopped as quickly shortly after the door opened reviling a frustrated looking Logan .

Logan's hair was messy and sticking up everywhere , his normal tucked in shirt was only partly tucked in , his the had been listened and glasses were slightly tilted.

"Greeting's Patton, do you need something ?" Logan asked as nicely as he could but the sound of frustration leaked into his voice .

Patton offered him a small smile "yeah , just wanted to see what you were up to. Lo Are you alright ?"he asked softly

He sighed softly nodding "I am okay just working on more flash cards , as well as a few experiments. " he said trying to stiff a yawn .

He frowned softly worriedly "mind if i join you kiddo? You don't look so good "

Logan nodded moving to the side letting Patton in "Sure, I am still working on a hypothesis for one of my experience, and I am fine Patton."he replied walking towards his desk sitting down .

Patton noticed once he sat down he started to look more tense then he did standing up , slowly he made his way over pretending to look over his shoulder to see what he was doing . He moved his hands to rest on Logan's shoulders gently kneading at the stiff and tense mussels.

The younger side let out a heavy sigh in content leaning back letting Patton message his shoulder. He closed his eyes slowly relaxing under his touch "Patton, what are you doing?" He asked quietly .

He just hummed softly shaking his head with a mischievous smile "I don't know what you mean , Hey tell me about what your working on !" He smiled continuing messaging his shoulders.

Logan nodded and began to tell Patton about a theory he had about if a telescope could be modified to be both a microscope and a telescope and how it would take a lot of effort to build it but I could possibly be done.

But as he was talking his head was slowly going forward and his speech was slowing down . A couple time Logan shifted sitting up straighter .

Patton chuckled running his hand through his hair "Come on Lo, let's get you to bed ."he said softly . He helped Logan up walking towards the bed .

Logan didn't protest he just sluggishly followed him . He sat on the edge of the bed rubbing the side of his face looking up at Patton "I apologize Patron, it seems I am unable to finish our discussion. I hope we are able to finish it this discussion another time " he yawned looking up at him.

He smiled softly gently pushing Logan's shoulders so he was now laying on the bed. He carefully took his glasses putting them on the night stand "Don't worry about it lo, you can tell me more about it when you wake up alright ? For now how about you just rest okay?" He asked pulling the blanket over him .

He nodded nuzzling into his pillow letting out a comforted sigh "thank you Patton. " he whispered slowly drifting off to sleep rather quickly.

Patton smiled softly "Good night Logan "he giggled turning off the light and walking out of the room happy Logan didn't fight him on a nap.

Virgil- Patton stood back sighing softly listening to Roman and Virgil arguing again , they had just gotten done with discussing another video idea with Thomas and got back to the mind scape so Logan could get started scheduling the video, That's when Roman and Virgil started at it. he wasn't really sure how it even began but the more he listened the more he was growing tired of it.

"Princey stop being so dramatic, suck it up your the least favorite character get over it "Virgil smirked looking at him knowing that would set Roman off .

"Oh no you don't, we are not starting with that again Mr dark and gloomy! We all have fans who like us all equally! Isn't that right Patton ?" Roman asked crossing his arms turning away from Virgil to look at Patton with a pout .

Patton sat up straight smiling softly them "Now kiddo Romans right there are fans who love all of us equally , so there's no need to pick favorite ."he said softly watching them .

Roman smiled he seemed pleased that Patton agreed with him "see Virgil even Patton agreed with me .so you should stop saying those rude things "he said sticking his tongue out at him

Virgil rolled his eyes crossing his arms "easy for you to say You guys are likable I'm just scary and bring everyone down " he grumbled looking down at the ground .

Patton's eyes widen he needed to stop Virgil from doubting and talking bad about himself but how, suddenly a idea hit him since he couldn't physically fight Virgil he figured his idea would be better then nothing

he stood up grabbing Virgil's hand , he felt Virgil flinch then relax under his touch "Okay kiddo I think we all need to go calm down , so Roman how about you go upstairs and cool off okay ? Virgil you stay with me." He said using his dad voice .

Roman opened his mouth to argue but quickly closed it once Patton sent him a stern look, he sighed nodding "Alright padre, i guess your right." he made his walk towards the stairs he gave the two sides on last look before making his way to his bedroom.

Patton waited until he heard Romans door before he turned to Virgil to talk to him. he sighed softly giving him a soft but stern look "Now kiddo we talked about this " he said

Virgil looked at the ground letting Patton hold his hand , he huffed a bit "It's not like I'm lying , i do bring everyone down, i kill the mood Pat, there's no use in you trying to change my mind." he said trying to move his hand "and you cant physically fight me because of how i am either it's my job."

he sighed softly "No but i am a dad and that's not a good attitude to have now is it ? so come on nap time!" he suddenly called out with a smile , he put his arm around Virgil taking him to the couch.

said side yelped following him. once Virgil sat on the couch he sent Patton a un amused glare he sat there arms over his chest "I am not taking a nap because i said things that are true Pat!" he grumbled watching the fatherly side walk towards the hall closet grabbing a purple blanket they keep for Virgil as well as a pillow.

"Sorry kiddo, but like you said i cant physically fight you so the next best thing is to make you calm down . which i believe a nap would do perfectly, besides Remy's told me you haven't been sleeping well lately." he replied walking over to Virgil he sat the pillow and blanket down next to his dark strange son. "so I'm going to get us some hot chocolate so we can have quiet time " he said walking into the kitchen

Virgil grumbled grabbing his phone from his pocket going on Tumblr , if he was going to be forced into having 'quiet time' he was going to spend it the way he wanted , and that was by avoiding a nap by any means possible .

Sadly it was only short lived because when Patton had returned he had gently snatched the phone from Virgil and replacing it with a purple mug of hot chocolate. "Sorry kiddo , but i know if i let you play on your phone you wont lay down for a nap. " he said pocketing said device .

He snapped his fingers so now Virgil was now changed into black plaid pj pants and a black t shirt, his jacket remind where it was wrapped around him, his shoes were now replaced with just his socks.

"Like i said Pat I'm not taking a nap I’m not even tired " he grumbled taking a sip of his hot chocolate trying not to smile when he felt the chocolaty liquid warm him from the inside, he had to admit Patton did make the best hot chocolate out of all the sides.

He chuckled softly sitting next to him taking a sip from his light blue mug "Well how about you just lay down and rest ?I think that would be okay don't you ?" He asked looking at him .

He looked into his mug shrugging if he was being honest a nap did sound good , but he really didn't want to deal with the nightmare that might haunt him like they have for the past few weeks.

"I guess it couldn't hurt to lay down i guess ." He said quickly taking another drink of his hot chocolate .

He stayed quiet for a few minutes before looking at Patton "Hey pat?" He asked quietly .

Patton looked over at him giving him a small smile "yeah kiddo what's up?" He asked

Virgil bit his lip feeling nervous about telling him how he felt. He sighed softly messing with the blanket that he had draped on his lap "if I do take a nap will you...will you stay with me? Until i wake up" He asked quietly blush rose to his cheeks feeling embarrassed he asked .He looked up feeling a hand on his shoulder.

Patton placed both of their mom's on the coffee table before he turned to face Virgil more "Of course I will verge , I know you get nightmares someone's so I figured I would stay with you and make sure no nightmares get to you " he said giving him a smile

He caught himself as Virgil trow himself into Patton’s arms hugging him as tightly as he could . "Thanks dad "he heard come from the younger side .

He smiled holding Virgil in his arms gently running his hand through his hair gently "your welcome son" he said softly just holding Virgil in his arms .

Not long after Virgil became heavier and heavier in and arms as his breathing started to even out when he looked he saw Virgil had fallen asleep against his chest .

Patton gently adjusted Vigil gently so he could stretch his legs out and still hold Virgil in his arms . He smiled pulling the blanket over him so he could stay warm .

"Your not even tired huh?" He chuckled softly watching his dark strange son sleep. He secretly snuck a photo of him and sent it to Remy .

REMY: 'Omg gurl! He is so cute! How did you get him to take a nap?'

PATTON: ' he was being mean to himself so I physically fought him. Nothing hot coco and a cuddle from papa Patton wouldn't help '

REMY ' no one can beat you Pat!'

Patton smiled leaning back on the couch using his phone to watch old episodes of P&R keeping the volume low careful not to wake up Virgil knowing he needed the nap .

While Virgil slept no nightmares bothered him and Patton stayed where he was keeping Virgil in his arms protecting him from the night mares.

Roman- Roman sighed tiredly making his way towards the kitchen , he had just gotten back from a great battle against the dragon witch . he had battled long and hard against her then finally when all hope had seemed lost he made one last move which turned to be his victory move.

but now he was left feeling exhausted he had almost fell asleep in the shower as well as when he was putting on his Pajama's but he didn't to fall asleep just yet , he still needed to get through dinner but he was just so tired but then again he didn't want to miss out on their family movie night.

as he passed the living room he noticed no one was there and that it was darker then normal "huh, that's weird oh well they are probably in the kitchen" he thought

"Good evening everyone , what are we eating on tonight?" he asked not in his usual loud and excited tone but more of a laid back tone . he gave them a award winning smile as he walked into the kitchen

there sitting in the kitchen was just Patton , he had a glass of chocolate milk in front of him as well as color pencils and cat coloring book. he was also wearing his cat onesie . he looked up looking at roman with a smile "Hey there Ro , how was your adventure?"he asked happily

Roman frowned a bit looking around the empty kitchen "It was splendid padre i fought and won a glorious battle against the dragon witch , say Patton were is Logan and Virgil their going to miss dinner if they aren't here soon."

he sighed softly "oh they went to bed early both really tired "he said sitting up straighter coloring in a grey cat that was playing with a ball was string

Roman snorted "Are you sure they aren't both sick, i mean they never go to bed this early unless they worked all night or they are sick."

Patton frowned looking up from his color page to give Roman a serious look " I'm afraid you missed dinner ro"he said softly

His eye's went wide "what! but i was only gone for two hours its only six o'clock"he gasped looking towards the oven to look at the time, he let out a tired groan "midnight, i cant believe the battle as well as my shower went till midnight"he grumbled sitting heavily onto the chair in front of Patton.

"Afraid so kiddo , but that's okay i can heat up some left overs for you and get you to bed you must be exhausted huh?" he asked standing up going towards the fridge

roman nodded sadly watching Patton he couldn't think of food he could only think about the movie night he had missed 'they probably had it with out me , they probably think just because i wasn't there they didn't have to hear me talk about my battle ' he thought huffing to himself. he crossed his arms pouting as he glared at the table not realizing Patton placing some french toast in front of him.'they even ate french toast without me! did they, did they even notice i was gone?'

Patton watched roman eat with a pout he mumbled a 'thank you' as he ate, frowning Patton sat in front of him watching worried "Ro , you okay there ? did the table say something offending ?" he asked picking up his color pencils.

"Fine just fine Patton , I'm just thinking about the battle that's all"he said almost snapping at Patton, he huffed finishing his dinner in silence he didn't look up when he finished he just crossed his arms with head down not saying a word.

he watched Roman for a second knowing something was wrong, he slowly walked over to him kneeling down in front of him, he reached up gently putting his fingers under Roman's chin lifting it up slightly , his heart broke when he saw how sad roman was he had tears in his eyes threatening to fall . "Awe Roman what's the matter?" he asked softly

Roman sniffled finally looking at Patton "Nothing , I just remembered something sad that's all. nothing else?" he said trying to scold rubbing his eye's sniffling again

"are you sure you can tell me roman i will try to help you ." he said softly putting his hand on his knee giving it a gentle squeeze

after a few seconds Roman looked at Patton sadly"did you guys realize i was gone? or were you guys happy i wasn't there so you could have movie night in peace?" he asked quietly as he asked Patton the question the flood gates finally gave way Roman didn't bother hiding them.

Patton raised a hand wiping away his tears "what do you mean Ro? we would never have movie night without you , and I love hearing about your adventures and battles when you come back . What's making you think about about that?" He asked softly

"Because Logan and Virgil are in bed already normally you are, you made French toast "he sniffles leaning into Pattons hand the more tired he got the more emotional he became.

" Lo and verge went to bed early, Logan was working on the video Schedules late last night and today , Virgil was falling asleep on the couch after dinner , so Remy came early to try and help Virgil actually go to bed at a decent time " he said softly using his thumb to wipe away the tears .

"What about you? Normally Remy make's you go yo bed first ?" He asked feeling his eyes getting heavier as well as finding it harder to keep open .

He gave him a small smile "I wanted to wait for you to make sure you were okay , now how about we get you upstairs and into bed how does thay sound?" He asked softly. Once Roman nodded Patton helped him stand and walk up the stairs , once they were up stairs it only took Patton a few minutes to get Roman tucked into bed .

He gave him a soft smile "goodnight Roman , tommrow you can tell me about your battle and we can have out movie night how does that sound ?" He asked softly kissing cheek softly .

Roman nodded he closed his eyes yawning "Okay padre, thank you for waiting for me " he said

Patton smiled "no problem kiddo night " he chuckled when he didn't get a response from Roman because he had already fallen asleep before Patton even left . With a smile he began walking out of the room closing the door quietly he smiled happily going to his room to go to bed .

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #thomas sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #sander sides fanfiction #sander sides #sander sides fluff #sander sides nap time #dad patton #mama logan #sander sides LAMP

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dfwemelie · 5 years

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August🔥

August 5th. I finally got my phone back from the cruise and omfg I wanna go back so bad. It was so incredibly fun and I met alot of amazing people. I met Gage, Taylor, Emma, Destiny, Dezi, Josh, Jacob, DJ, Andre, Adam, Daniel, Ty, Preston, Eddy, Aiden, and so many more people. It was such an experience and definitely the best birthday I've ever had. None of them are gonna read this but thank you to everyone who made my first cruise and my 16th birthday so awesome. I love and will miss everyone.

I got to watch Gavin today cause Sebastian has a eye doctors appointment which is not fun for me. I also have to get my school schedule today cause I wasnt able to on the 1st cause I was in Cozumel. I'm really hoping I get classes with my friends. I'll be upset if I didn't but itll be okay. If I dont I'll just be known as the quiet girl again.

August 6, I have to force myself to stop liking swedish boy but ngl it's so fucking hard. Hes perfect for me. God fucking damn it why does he gotta live so far. Why do I have to get so attached to people so quickly. I just get left in agonizing pain again and again. it's just a constant state of heartbreak. I hate this. I hate myself. He told me hes forcing himself to stop liking me cause he knows there is no way of us meeting. That really broke me. I keep saying it's fine but it's not. Why do I do this to myself. Why cant I just stay away from all of it like I wanted to in the first place. None of it matters anymore. I guess the only thing I can try to do is move on. I was talking to Parker about it and he said if he really did like me then he would try all he could to make it work. Ugh I just wish he could make it work. Hes not my cute swedish boi anymore, just a guy I met on tiktok. It hurts saying that but that's all itll ever be now. My tiny little sliver of hope that I had was incinerated by the flames of tragedy. I gotta move on. I dont wanna move on. I have to though. It hurts. Its weird not seeing his name as Swedish boi now when he texts me. He asked me to change it.

August 9th, I went driving today and i did kinda good. I went on Birnhamwoods and i was scared but i did good. My mom doesnt know how to give directions. Other than that I've just been in bed all day again. I've been watching Jane The Virgin season 5 with Misty and so many things are happening it's great. Theres 5 days till school and I want to go back but I really dont want to. First I'm gonna have to see Gage and that's gonna be hella awkward. We havent talked since he blocked me like a month or 2 ago. I also have to give Scott his stuff back and that's really gonna hurt. I don't tell anyone but I still wear his jacket sometimes. I know it's bad and I need to stop but I cant help it. I cant help the fact I still miss him. But now I gotta give it back to him. By me doing that it means its really over. I guess that's how its gonna be now. Just over. I gotta ignore the fact that I loved him and he was my first. But now it's gone and I have to accept that. I'm just gonna stop trying ya know. Im tired of getting my heart broken. I just need to be alone from everyone for awhile.

August 10th, Yesterday I was playing with the boys and needed to switch the party from my phone to the xbox. My headset was dead so I asked sebastian for his charger cause I lost mine. He said no but I took it anyways. He knew I was gonna take it so he rat me out to my parents and told me to give it back. I asked if I could borrow it again and he said no. I was angry so I grabbed his headset and threw it on the ground, breaking it. My dad heard and ran up the stairs and started yelling at me. He told me to clean my room so I locked myself in the bathroom. They took my phone, xbox cable, and TV cable. My mom tried talking to me but I didn't say anything, only that I wanted my phone back. While everyone was distracted I grabbed pillows, blankets, markers, and my fan and slept in the bathroom as a protest. At around 1am my mom gave me back my phone and said she deleted everything. I was pissed. But I'm fine now.

I went driving today again. We went through benders and looked at the rich people houses. Must be nice not being broke. I also drove to Kroger which I was nervous about since there were so many cars but I did good. I even parked, not perfectly but in the spot. My dad felt bad about yesterday and got me Starbucks. School is starting up soon and I'm excited to see kaylie but that's it. Not looking forward to giving Scott his jacket back. I'm just gonna walk up to him, say nothing, and hand it to him. I'm gonna stop talking about it before I start crying again lol

August 14th,First day of school and I've already cried twice. Scott kept talking about how he broke up with me and how he feels bad about how he did it and regrets it. Then he asked me about Gavin was and I said he really fucking misses him, cause he does. Then the bell rang and I cried walking out. Other than that it was an okay day. Coach Clair remembered me and I was really happy about that. Also my son Jadon is in that class and that made me happy.

August 15th, I'm in chemistry rn and I fucking hate it. I don't think there are any juniors in here and it sucks. I feel like shjt that I failed this class. It wasn't my fault though. I really hate this. It makes me really nervous and anxious and emotional. I'm not gonna cry but I wish I could. Everyone knows eachother and I don't know anyone. I wish I was in Physics instead but i guess that's harder than Chemistry. Now I'm in level chemistry so its gonna be easier cause I struggled with how fast they were teaching.

Looks like I gotta reset my days clean tonight.

I met this guy named Allon yesterday. I see him everyday since he's in my culinary and he's also in my history and my English. He seems cool and is friends with Eugene. Culinary was fun today, we did a speed dating thing and it was awkward at first but once we got to talking to everyone it was easy.

August 16th, its Friday. School is done for the week. I was upset today cause they changed my history teacher and I loved him. Now they put me with this monotone teacher Mr.Horton. it's weird cause there is only like 10 kids in that class. I am now also in Livestock production and there are 12 student in there including me now. I don't know why some of the classes are so small, there are over 2,000 students at gohs now. In culinary we had to split up in groups and I went with Eugene, Allon, Adam, and Tamara. They are a really fun group. I almost feel bad for leaving Michael to be in a group with a bunch of people he doesnt know but he would've had to choose to sit with them or Eugene so I sat with them so he didnt have to. I had alot of fun. I already know culinary is gonna be my favorite class this year. Mrs.Langley says we aren't allowed to choose our groups this year but I hope she changes her mind. Allon seems really nice. I got his snapchat and we've been talking alot. He has the cutest fucking poodle ever. I see him everyday, not just cause of culinary but hes in my blue day English.

August 18th, its 12:06pm and I just realized I haven't done my review for the last 2 days. I haven't done much. I've mainly been texting Allon and watching Netflix.

August 19th, I try to sleep away my depression. It doesn't work

August 20th, by far one of the worst things about grand oaks this year is the bus situation. There are way too many kids on each bus and they have to get more busses cause it's so over crowded.

Last night was okay, I played Apex with Eugene then after we just talked for an hour. He was the main person talking he kept saying he felt bad for talking so much but I told him I'm a good listener so it was okay. We talked about some deep stuff and we actually have alot in common. We both overthink situations and create random scenarios in our head that would never happen but like what if they did. I almost feel kinda bad about talking to Eugene so much cause Michael hates him and I consider them both of my friends. I've just known Michael for so long but I have alot in common Eugene. More than I thought. I've kinda been leaning away from Michael and from my friends in general. I feel horrible for doing it but I don't want to completely cut them out of my life cause they've been in my life for so long. I guess I've kinda just grew out of some friendships, mainly Michael and I's. Idk maybe I'm just talking too much and should just keep everything how it is.

August 22nd, okay so update. Derek hit me up and I'm like ew but whatever. Allon is making me watch pokemon and ngl kinda love it. My hair is curly. We stan. I feel sick but that's cause I ate a sandwich and kept moving around. Also my back hurts. I wanna die. I'm at the bus stop. Its humid. Ew. Gross. I hate myself. That's it. Goodnight.

August 23, I was kinda quiet in culinary today and everyone was very concerned apparently. I spoke maybe 10 words. I dont know the exact reason but it was mainly thinking about Scott and the fact I kinda feel left out alot of the time. I don't even know why I'm still thinking about him, maybe I should take the time over the weekend to try to stop thinking about him. I feel left out alot in culinary, and in life in general. Culinary cause I sit with all guys and they talk about things I dont really know. I dont feel like talking about it anymore. Goodnight

August 28th, not much has happened since I last updated. I played minecraft with Allon last night and it was pretty fun. He died twice and it was super funny. Before he left we talked about just life. How we've both given up on relationships in general cause we've been fucked over so many times. Which I think is weird cause I keep getting mixed signals from him that he likes me but he also thinks of me as a friend. It's weird. But yea he also asked me if I was gonna go to homecoming this year and I told him I would if someone asked me but other than that I probably wouldnt. Yeah and then he left and I cried myself to sleep cause i talk to my ceiling about how lonely i feel at night. Yeah that's it.

I have such bad luck with guys holy shit I hate myself

August 29th, I played more Minecraft with Allon yesterday. We played for 3 hours lol. It was really fun. We both kept dying in the nether and we also kept killing eachother. I still get confused on whether he likes me or not. So many mixed signals it's crazy. I forgot my chemistry notebook at home and I'm very upset about that but oh well. I get to see Julian today so that's gonna be interesting. I keep seeing Scott everywhere I go and it just makes me so incredibly sad. I wish it didnt but it does. I'm sitting next to Johan and it's very obvious he likes me. I feel bad for not liking him back but I cant help for the fact that I will only see him as a friend. I think the whole Scott thing is playing a part in it too. I dont wanna date Johan cause it means I'll be around him more often. I really miss him but I dont. I want him in my life but I dont. Ya know? I'm confusing myself. Carlos and his friend walked to my house yesterday to get his phone and wallet back. It was funny cause there was alot of lightning and thu der and Carlos got hella scared. My mom pulled up and we drove them home.

August 31st, ah the end. I've played minecraft with Allon all day except for when I went to Akashi. Lifes been okay. I still think about him alot but I'm getting better. At least I feel like I am. Hopefully. I know it takes time but fuck I'm impatient. I miss Kaylie. I like culinary. I've officially established a group. It's me, Allon, Eugene, Adam, and the occasional Ty and Tamara. It's great. I'm happy I've made friends. Also I have a new friend in fashion. I'm trying to plan ahead on outfits for the show and I already have my whole 5 outfits but I need my fashion sketchbook to come in quick cause I'm dying from not drawing these. Adam has concluded I'm addicted to vitamin water. This month was ight. Hopefully I get better next month.

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ask: Raph/Leo\Mikey, double penetration?

penetrative, sequel to natural sub

His bedroom door lay open a few inches, so Raphael heard the faint scuff of footsteps coming toward him. Looking over his magazine, he sat straighter as Donatello came in, pulling Leonardo along by a leash attached to a collar.

"Special delivery," Donatello said.

"I thought Mikey said I didn't get him for another couple nights." Raphael sat upright in his hammock, putting his feet on the floor. "Not that I'm complaining."

"Mikey's got extra training with Splinter," Donatello said. "Probably be another hour or two. Since I was done with him, Mikey said you could keep him busy."

"Huh." That raised several questions, but rather than ask, he lifted his hand, catching the end of the tossed leash. "Any rules I should know about?"

"No breaking the skin," Donatello said, counting them off on his fingers. "No deep bruising. No marks, basically. No arguing. And no gagging him just so you can rant."

Raphael fought down his smirk. "Won't say I wasn't tempted. Anything else?"

"Technically he has a safeword," Donatello said. "But Mikey said they've done some really extreme, freaky stuff and Leo never uses it, so...don't expect to hear him say 'no'."

Raphael coughed. "'No'? Not getting the concept of a safe word, bro'."

"I'll be in the lab if you need me." Donatello kissed Leonardo's cheek. "I'll have the new machine waiting for you on Tuesday. And don't forget, as soon as you wake up tomorrow, coffee on my desk, just the way I like it."

"Yes, Donatello." Leonardo watched him go from over his shoulder. Once the door was shut, he lowered his head, looking at the floor.

Raphael didn't miss the slight tremor of his hands.

Buying some time, he examined the leash. Bright orange canvas, probably so everyone remembered who Leonardo really belonged to. It was several feet with a carabiner on one end. He was a little surprised it didn't simply have a lock, then figured the only person who got to use locks was Michelangelo. Sure enough, the end attached to the collar was held without a padlock.

Curious, Raphael wound the leash around his fist a few times, pulling it taut.

"Undo the leash," he said.

Leonardo hesitated. "I can't."

"It ain't locked," Raphael said. "What, just 'cause Mikey said not to?"

"It's not that," Leonardo said. "Although Master did say not to."

"That little brat the only one you call master?"

"He likes it," Leonardo said, a faint smile betraying fond exasperation. "Donatello didn't, said to use his full name for this."

"So you have to call us what we say to." Raphael's smile grew. "If I said call me Owner of My Ass?"

"Then I would say it." Leonardo meet his look. "Owner of Your Ass."

Raphael laughed despite himself. "Okay, okay. Raph'll do. Take off the leash anyway. It's just gonna get in the way."

"I can't," Leonardo said again, tapping the carabiner. "Some of them really are that strong. This one and the ones on my cuffs, I cant budge them. He has a vise he uses to push them in."

"Huh. Well...if I guess if you can't lose it, use it."

Raphael wound the leash around and around his fist, pulling Leonardo closer. Leonardo didn't try to fight, but he put his hands around it and leaned back, keep the canvas taut until Raphael had him within reach.

"Sit. Let's get this show on the road."

Leonardo swallowed once, his gaze sliding back to the floor.

"Mikey...he had something in mind. He probably didn't think Splinter would keep him this long and—"

"Leo," Raphael said. "Sit."

"Just a little longer," Leonardo said. His voice grew small as he realized Raphael wasn't going to wait. "You know Mikey picks things up fast."

Raphael waited until his brother glanced up at him again.

"Sit." He patted the hammock beside him.

With a deep breath that shuddered as he exhaled, Leonardo came and sat beside him, hands on his lap. He didn't move, tensing as Raphael touched his cheek, put his knuckles under his chin and forced his head up. That he took Leonardo's hands, bringing them to his lips, kissing the backs, brought a confused look from his brother.

"Donny's making machines?" Raphael asked.

"Y-yes." Leonardo watched him turn his hands over for a kiss to each palm.

"He used one on you?"

"Yes." Leonardo sounded satisfied that he controlled his voice this time. "A whipping machine."

"How's it work?"

"I don't know," Leonardo said, but from Raphael's raised eyeridge, that wouldn't be enough. "It's like he said. He tied me down on a sawhorse and the thing spun around behind me. Every few minutes he changed it so it went the other way."

"With a whip?"

"A few thin strips of leather," Leonardo said. "He wanted to start small. Said he'll make a stronger one later."

"I think I'd like to see you in that." Raphael put his hand on Leonardo's cheek, gently turning him to meet his look. "Did you enjoy it?"

A blush. "...yes."

"Good. I'd like to see you squirm. But just a little."

Now Raphael took a kiss, pushing in close so that Leonardo put a hand on the hammock, holding it as he leaned back. When the kiss ended, Raphael stayed leaning over him, brushing a thumb under his eye.

"I might tie you up," he said, "but it's good knowing that ain't the only reason you stay put."

"Raph..." Leonardo started, not sure what to say.

"Now," Raphael said over him. "Let's get this started. Lock your hands together."

"...yes, Raph."

The change in his voice was immediate—softer, expectant, ready for the next command, especially now they both knew how they stood. Leonardo didn't need to worry about Raphael using this as an opportunity to abuse him.

Manhandle, whip, beat into a mattress...but not abuse.

When Michelangelo finally arrived, he found Raphael sitting up in his hammock, Leonardo between his spread legs, dutifully working the large cock in front of him. Michelangelo's gaze quickly dropped to Leonardo's ass and found it untouched, if still lined with the fading red welts of Donatello's attentions. So Raphael had spared Leonardo's feelings and let him perform as a sex slave rather than just taking him without any consideration.

Michelangelo chuckled. Not that it would do Leonardo any good in a few minutes.

Leonardo had stopped, turning to watch Michelangelo come in. Immediately he felt a light tug of the leash pulling his face up against the cock, and he went back to sucking while they spoke over him.

"Ready to share?" Michelangelo asked, locking the door.

"Figured you'd wanna split him after your workout," Raphael said. "Which end do you want?"

"Oh, I figured he'd ride us both," Michelangelo said. "He complains, but he can handle it."

Raphael tossed him the end of the leash. Leonardo was swiftly pulled up to his feet, swaying slightly as he caught his balance. Bound at the wrist, the canvas leash now formed a convenient thread to strap his hands up at his throat, and Michelangelo wound the canvas around his neck and hands, using the end carabiner to cinch his hands in place.

"You been good?" Michelangelo whispered, turning Leonardo to face him. "Been enjoying yourself?"

"Yes, master." Leonardo glanced over his shoulder. "We...reached an understanding."

"Aw, what a good little pet." Michelangelo gave him a kiss so Leonardo wouldn't see him waving Raphael close behind him. "See, this is already doing wonders for everyone. Donny's gonna get a good night's sleep, you're not arguing with Raph, I get to plow you every which way..."

As he spoke, he suddenly bent and gave Leonardo's legs a few light smacks, making him spread, then spread a little wider. And then Michelangelo put his arms under his brother and lifted, hauling him up and into Raphael's arms. Holding Leonardo's spread legs just under his knees, Raphael suddenly realized what his little brother meant to do. Raphael was just there for convenient muscle, to hold Leonardo up at the right height.

"This is gonna be tight," Michelangelo said, coming close so that Leonardo was pressed between them. "Get ready."

Who he was talking to, they couldn't tell. Leonardo look too many deep breaths, swallowing nervously, and his open mouth was too much temptation. Even as Raphael lowered him onto his cock, he pressed his mouth to Leonardo's, quieting him.

"Keep him from yelling," Michelangelo said. "He's usually pretty good, but...I should have brought a gag with me."

Michelangelo slid his cock along Raphael's, easing up against Leonardo's ass. Raphael only had his head in, but even that was enough to fill up their brother. With a little force, Michelangelo slipped in beside him.

They didn't try to push hard, instead thrusting in time with each other, making Leonardo bounce in Raphael's arms. As Leonardo pulled away, gasping for air, he was caught again by Michelangelo, silenced by his tongue. In this way they passed him back and forth between themselves, using gravity to pull Leonardo down an inch, then two, then three, deeper onto both of them.

Leonardo's mind swam in and out, growing increasingly lightheaded, as he was overwhelmed with the pressure and force inside him. His groans were swallowed before he could make them, any protests he might have had drowned in kisses. He couldn't even try to hold himself up, too wrapped up in metal and the leash to do more than bob like a toy on their cocks.

Raphael came first, but that barely relieved anything as his come filled Leonardo so that he almost thought he would find it coming from his lips. Raphael continued to thrust which brought Michelangelo over soon as well.

"...you..." Michelangelo sighed, leaning against them as he caught his breath. "You keep him tonight."

Raphael slowly lowered Leonardo to his feet, unsurprised when Leonardo folded and went to his knees, sprawling on the floor beneath them. The eldest look like he was going to pass out, staring at nothing as he panted.

"Donny gave him orders for tomorrow morning," Raphael said, grabbing the tissues from the nightstand.

"Gonna have to work out a schedule," Michelangelo said. "Well, Donny's gonna catch up on three days of sleep, so he can get his coffee in the afternoon. And then I think he's got another machine he's making?"

He glanced at Leonardo, but he was in no condition to answer.

Raphael was left to clean up, muttering about Michelangelo escaping from doing work, and he brought Leonardo up into his hammock. The canvas he could unwind, but his brother remained locked up with his bound hands at his throat. He didn't think that would be too comfortable...but as he lay down beside him, he found that it worked perfectly if Leonardo's head pillowed on his shoulder.

#sub!Leo prompts #natural sub au

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