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bunji-enthusiast · 1 month
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Actively chewing on the stories
This is so good, any chance there'd be small drabble of Dogday and/or Catnap cuddling with reader who snuck in after hours
NO RUSH TO WORK OF COURSE TAKE YOUR TIME FRIEND
After Hours
Note || finally got this one, adorable request <3
WC || 690
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DogDay –
By no means were you entirely an affectionate person, but you craved attention from time to time. Only someone in particular could fulfill your kind of need, you only wanted to cuddle DogDay. He was a positive boy, a beaming dog of joy. Always ready to help children and his friends alike, but you wonder if he was willing to comply with your cuddly needs.
You just didn’t want to be alone and by yourself, so you snuck in after hours, after everyone was gone and went to DogDay.
You tapped on his shoulder, as he appeared to be asleep. The sunny dog jostled at your sudden appearance, “A-angel?” He took a deep breath, holding a large paw to his fluffy chest as he did so. You smiled awkwardly and stood on the balls of your feet, waiting for him to get adjusted to your sudden appearance. 
“So.. hi DogDay.” You nervously spoke, as if there was an undercurrent of giggly nervousness hinted about in your voice. You didn’t know what to say next, so DogDay had finally spoken in return.
“Sweetheart, why are you here? Everyone’s out and done for the day.” DogDay spoke with an inquisitive mind, sitting down once more as he settled into the ambience. You chewed on the bottom of your lip, finding it ridiculous that you had even gone through with this anyhow. Making him uncomfortable was the last thing you wanted to do. Oh why did you think about doing this? You were practically breaking rules, but you wanted to feel selfish just this once. 
You crossed your arms, to feel smaller when you truly finally spoke. “I just wanted to cuddle with you.. Please?”
He huffed with a knowing sigh, motioning for you to come forward and situate yourself upon his body. You squealed with a happy tone, finding victory in this small action. You immediately curled up against him, wasting no time to find yourself to be comfortable. DogDay was warm and smelled obviously of vanilla, it was reassuring, and it helped you to sleep.
DogDay was inebriated, surprised at most at your bold yet shy defiance of the usual employee regulations. But admittedly, he had grown fond of you in ways he hadn’t felt for others, so many and just maybe he can allow himself to feel this nice alongside you. 
“Sweet dreams, angel.”
CatNap –
He was sleepy, but unfortunately a huge insomniac at times. CatNap was huge and large, perfect for cuddling, especially staying comfortable and warm. If one wants a good sleep, you can always rely on this giant kitty.
Right now, you just wanted to cuddle CatNap. He was far too adorable and lonely.
Staying back and working overtime isn’t entirely one of your favorite things to do, but you had only agreed to it for purely the fact you can see CatNap. Perhaps request some nuzzles or even cuddles, which was a current goal of yours. You simply adored the sweet kitty, quiet and unethical he may be at times, but you believed he had real good intentions.
You get startled upon feeling a fuzzy sensation brush across your back, you look back to see CatNap in his usual position, not unusual to see the kitty napping quite a lot of the time.
A groan escapes you as you lay back against the leather office chair. You set down the papers with harsh finality, and got up, resuming to join CatNap in his sleep. You were cold and needed a furry someone, that one in particular was him right now.
You just hoped he didn’t mind your sudden audacious presence, you were far too tired to care about the repercussions anyway. Laying down against him, you close your eyes with a content sigh. Feeling yourself drift away to the edge of sleep soon enough.
CatNap was astonished at your sudden change of pace, he relaxed soon enough and laid back down to where he had been before, his tail lazily dragging over and laying on top of you. He had made sure you were comfortable in your position before he went back to sleep himself. 
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Imagine telling Darry you want to marry him while drunk
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It was a normal Saturday night for the gang, drinking at the Curtis house after seeing a movie. Two-Bit brought out the drinks at the movie and you started drinking with him. Eventually the movie ended and you all started walking home. Darry and Pony were joking around and eventually Darry somehow got Pony on his back and at that moment you thought about how much you wanted him to marry you.
There was a loud cheer behind you and you saw Soda on Two-Bits back as they ran down the two other brothers and raced down the street.
When they caught up to Pony and Darry, Soda stated a game of chicken and not a single one of them was going to back out from that. The rest of the gang gathered around them cheering for either Pony or Soda. You laughed and Darry gave a quick glance at you before going back against Two-Bit. He pressed Soda and Two-Bit up against a fence and Soda started to lean backwards and flipped himself over the fence.
The Gang let out a chorus of cheers and you went over to check on Soda (who was completely fine).
Darry walked with you under his arm the rest of the way home, Pony and Soda walking in front of you two.
"Lovebirds." Steve said coming beside you two, "Y'all got any beer at the house?"
"Not enough for the lot of you." You reply.
"Good thing I always bring extra." Two-Bit said coming beside you two. "Try this (y/n)."
You swallow down the flask with a grimace, not only does it taste awful but it's disgusting, you pass it to Darry who takes one wiff of it and hands it back to his friend.
"Disgusting." You say, "What is that?"
"The quickest way to get drunk." Two-Bit says swallowing down another gulp.
He wasn't lying, by the time you had all gotten to the house you were very giggly and so was half the gang.
Darry kept you within arms reach but with you floating around everyone so much he just decided to sit you in his lap.
You giggled and looked at his face playing with his hair, he couldn't help but smile at your antics.
"What's so funny?" He asked after a minute of you just starring and laughing.
"You're so pretty!" You say, "Like so pretty."
Pony and Johnny laugh in the couch at you two.
"He is!" You defend. "Listen kids this is why you don't drink! Ok? Just so don't, cause then you'll look at Darrel Shaynne Curtis Jr. the whole night cause he's so so pretty."
"Babydoll." Darry says laughing, "I think you need sleep."
"No." You gasp out and then fall to his chest. "I don't think so."
Darrys hand on your waist gently rubs circles on with his thumb against your skin.
"Is Soda ok?" You ask. "And Two-Bit?"
"Yes Dear." Darry says, "Theyre trying to sleep in the kitchen right now."
You go to sit up and look at the sleepy boys in the kitchen.
"I'll get them blankets." You say getting up.
"No it's alright (y/n)," Johnny says getting up, "We can get them."
"You're so sweet Johnny." You say, "I wish we could keep you here all the time."
He blushes and hurries to the closet where the blankets are kept.
"You have the sweetest people in your life." You say to Darry, "It's hard not to love any of them."
"I know." Darry says pressing a kiss on your forehead.
"Like you're doing so good with them, Pony's so smart and the rest of the gang loves you so so much."
Darry pulls you closer to him and you ret your head under his chin.
"I really wanna marry you." You slur out, "Can we get married?"
Your glazed eyes look up at him like a dog begging for table scraps, Darry chuckled and presses a kiss to your forehead as Pony and Johnny come back in.
"Thank you so very sweet boys." You say giggling. "I am so proud of you two."
Pony and Johnny both are now sporting red faces as you continue to compliment them. Dally and Steve come in from outside and you gasp and wave at them both.
"Hi!" You gasp out, "I'm so happy you guys are here!"
"How drunk are they?" Dally asks with a grin.
"Sooooo drunk!" You say laughing, "But like I think you guys should all stay forever and we could all like out our checks into like living together and it would be so fun."
Darry presses his face into your hair and laughs quietly.
"Steve!" You say, "Darry won't answer a super important question for me."
"Dude." Says a slightly drunk Steve, "That's such a drag."
"I know!" You say.
"What's the question?" Dally asks.
"I asked," you say giggling, "if we could get hitched and he laughed!"
Dally starts laughing too and so does Steve.
"Come on," Darry says picking you up bridal style. "Time to hit the sack."
"Night night boys!" You call waving to them as Darry takes you to his room, he throws you in the bed and you giggled taking off your shoes and jeans. Darry throws you a nightgown as he takes off his jeans.
You stare and giggle, when he turns back around you've managed to get everything off just not get the nightgown on.
"You have the cutest butt!" You say laughing. "Literally my favorite butt in the whole world."
"Good," Darry says, he comes over and helps you out the nightgown on before joining you under the covers.
Darry joins you under the covers, you continue to giggle a little even as your eyes feel heavy.
"So..." You mumble out "Are you gonna answer me?" You ask.
"(y/n)," Darry says pressing a kiss to your cheek, "Babydoll," he says pressing another to your forehead. "I thought you knew by now that I'm gonna marry you someday."
"Yay," you say sleepily into his chest. "I can't wait.."
"Me either." Darry says as you fall asleep against his chest.
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sethsclearwater · 5 months
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Paul x reader x Seth with a s/o who gets soooo giggly and all smiley and super super affectionate when she’s sleepy bc I just think that’s the cutest thing ever and they would too 🥹🫶🏻
short one but i'm obsessed🥺🥺
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"oh look paul, it's pretty girl," seth mused playfully as he watched you step out of the bathroom with his sweatpants and one of paul's shirts on, combing your fingers through your wet hair as you smiled back at him.
"hi seth," you giggled, blushing as you stepped over to the bed and climbed in so you could straddle his lap and lay down on top of him, "missed you," you mumbled into his bare chest, eliciting a soft laugh from your imprinter.
"missed you too pretty girl," he cooed, pressing a quick kiss to your hairline as he wrapped his arms around you to hold you close to him.
"fuck me i guess," paul grumbled teasingly and you burst into giggles as you turned your head so you could rest your other cheek on seth's chest and look at your other imprinter.
paul was smiling at you, chuckling when you reached your hand out which he gladly took and intertwined your fingers together, "missed you too paul," you reassured with a giggle, smiling when he pressed a gentle kiss to your intertwined fingers.
"missed you too princess," he chuckled, rolling his eyes when you giggled as seth's tightened his arms around you for a rather tight hug.
you let out a happy sigh, nuzzling seth's chest before you yawned, both boys watching your adoringly, "you wanna put a movie on?" paul asked, grabbing the tv remote with his free hand while he waited for your response.
you hummed and nodded, "wanna cuddle with you two though," you whispered and seth smiled, pressing a kiss to your hair while paul's features softened as he looked back over at you.
both boys loved you all the time but especially close to bedtime, both knowing just how soft and smiley you were in the hour or two before you fell asleep.
"we'll cuddle," paul reassured, offering your hand a gentle squeeze as he got a movie on that sam and emily had insisted the three of you watch earlier that week.
once he hit play on the movie, you rolled off seth so you could be in between the two boys. both men let out breathy laughs as you reached behind you to grab seth's hand and wrap it around your waist while you tightened your other hand's grip on paul's hand to pull him closer to you.
seth ran his hand up and down your side soothingly once you decided he was close enough to you while paul allowed you to take both of his hands into yours and bury your face in his chest.
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bimobuddy · 6 months
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Fizzarolli x Asmodeus TK Headcanons
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I love these two so much!! If you haven't seen S2 - E6, I highly suggest you go do that right now.
These might contain spoilers, but nothing too big, I don't think
Fizzarolli
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Lee:
He's a giggler!
While he usually wakes up first, on the rare days he doesn't, Ozzie will tickle him awake. Partly because he thinks the sleepy giggles are adorable, but also partly out of revenge for the air horns (it's not gonna stop Fizz from using them though)
With anyone else, he'll fight back, but with Ozzie, he enjoys it and finds it fun. He'll even go as far as to try and provoke him sometimes.
Worst spots are his sides and tail, he'll probably start flailing. If you're unfamiliar with how he reacts, it's easy for you to accidentally get swatted, but Oz knows him and knows just how to avoid the swinging limbs or wagging tail
The tip or 'blade' of his tail REALLY gets him kicking
Tummy gets him curling up and giggling, tail thumping against the floor happily
He even gets flustered and giggly when Oz starts kissing on his cheeks and forehead. Not the most ticklish place, but just enough to get him giggly and smiley
Ler:
Back when they were kids, Fizz used to go after Blitz all the time. He'd usually win most of their tickle fights
Now, his main target is Ozzie, even if he isn't able to get him most of the time, as Oz usually just turns the tables on him
With his extendable limbs, it's pretty easy for him to wrap up his victim and still get at their sides or tummy
This is usually how he gets Ozzie, the rare moments his attacks actually work
Has chased Ozzie around their room a couple times during a chaotic ler mood (Poor rooster is just such a big guy though, it's hard for him to get away)
Has only ever gotten Blitz once since they've made up, but Blitz is an assassin now and was very quick to escape and turn it back around on him
Asmodeus
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Lee:
Usually isn't much of a lee, as Fizz is really the only one able to get close enough or catch him off guard
And even then, it only works if he's in the mood or if Fizz sneaks up on him
DEEP CHUCKLES DEEP LAUGH
Fizz absolutely adores his voice, especially when he laughs
He knows he could easily overpower the little imp, but why in Hell would he risk hurting his Fizzy or ruining his fun? He'd much rather sacrifice his sensitivity to Fizz to see him happy
If you get him good, he'll accidentally crow. This has only ever happened one time when Fizz snuck up on him and grabbed his hips. However it didnt last long because he IMMEDIATELY wrecked the imp afterward
Sometimes Fizz starts kissing (or even scritching under the chins of) the other two heads in Oz's fluff. It's not exactly super ticklish, but it has gotten a chuckle or two from the Prince, as it felt weird, and he'll usually gently pull Fizz away with a soft "stooop"
Worst spot is his hips
Ler:
oh boy
This man can be absolutely ruthless
It's easy for him to scoop Fizz up in one hand and tickle him with the other
If he's feeling evil, he'll go after Fizz's tail and hips
But he's also such a sweetheart though, the SECOND he hears Fizz so much as even start the word 'stop,' he stops. He'd feel so bad if he overwhelmed his little clown
When they're alone, he'll start peppering Fizz's face with little kisses, while his other two heads do the same to his neck (in a sfw way) and it gets him super flustered and giggly
Big fan of teases. He'll go for the cliché 'tickle tickle tickle,' and stuff, but he'll also make kissy noises, make that clawing hand motion right over Fizz's tummy, or make him ask for it. ("I don't understand what you want, Fizzy, you're going to have to ask")
He's got feathers, he's basically a demonic chicken man. Sometimes he molts (sheds) his feathers too. (see where I'm going with this?)
When he loses his feathers, all he's gotta say is, "You know, Fizzy, it's molting season," and the imp is either immediately running away or hopping up into his lap for the gentle tickles.
Just like Fizz, he gets chaotic Ler moods too. He can and WILL chase or hunt down his partner, which is sometimes a challenge. Yes, he might be bigger, but Fizz is also very good at outmaneuvering him
But jokes on Fizz, this just makes the attack worse when Ozzie finally catches him
On mornings when they don't have to work, when Fizz goes to get up and out of bed, Ozzie will just hold him close to his chest, not letting him up, and give morning tickles
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relocatedheads · 1 year
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Come giggling with me
summary: cumming on dick for the first time aka giggly sleepy morning sex with eddo pairing: Eddie Munson X Reader content warning: - trigger warning: p in v / smut
Eddie master list!!
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The familiar smell of old cigarettes, wood and warm air fill your nose. The feeling of smooth bedsheets and body heat fill your senses. The sunlight pouring in from the forgotten unclosed curtains pools in your eyes: all as you wake up. A wake up yawn and arm stretch jogs your brain into remembering you were at Eddies.
The boy aforementioned: asleep beside you, laying on his back, arms stretched above his head. You smile at him, deciding to roll into his chest, grumbling in comfort when you get there.
Eddie groans above you, his hands moving around you to rub up and down your back. "Good morning." you could barely call it a voice this early on in his day, he spoke in nothing more than cracks and waves.
You whisper the same back into his chest, a hand tapping his peck muscle, "don't wanna get up. Let's stay here all day." with a whiny tone, you nuzzle in closer.
He laughed breathily, arms leaving you to stretch a little and rub the sleep from his face. Mornings were always slow for you both, enjoying the bubble that was made, it was something you cherished more than any date ever. Hands rejoin the skin of your back, you to sigh into him.
Kisses leave your lips and land on his collarbones, followed by happy little groans, "mm love waking up with you."
There's a secret flutter to the boys heart; he loves it too. He couldn't love this any more than he does. He pulls you close enough for your souls to touch. You were a jumble of limbs: legs wrapped up, arms crossed, top of heads touching bottoms of chins. "Me too" he sighs.
"Forever?"
"Hm?"
"Wake up with me forever?"
"Mhm" You're guided up for a kiss. Its soft but heavy in its love. Light but so thick you can feel your knees buckling. The rush of love pulls your face into his neck: you kiss and kiss and kiss.
Your lips light to him, sometimes multiple kisses in one spot, sometimes a little graze of your teeth. All causing Eddie to sink into his happy and sleepy hums and sighs, "Someone woke up happy."
You giggle: an airy, pretty thing, "Always happy with you." So many more kisses are left in its wake.
The time spent dropping smooches onto him is unknown, and its unneeded to know. But you feel him groan in a discomfort after awhile, the reaction making you laugh to yourself, knowing all too well.
He squints down at you, playing into the dramatic nature of himself. With pretty batted eyelashes and a coy smile, you responded. He acknowledges you in a smile and laugh of his own. A share of giggles and your moving down the bed, pushing the cover away, laying down in-between his legs.
A little happy smile and hum at the sight of him, you rub your thumb over his slit. Looking up at him, you noticed he was looking down at you - both staring at the other as though they had hung the moon. With the eye contact kept, you guided yourself to his head and began to lick it - small light delicate licks.
Eddie rolled and dropped his head back at the sigh, pushing an airy laugh out of you. You moved back to spit down his dick, using a hand to rub it over him. Once satisfied, you started to leave sideways open mouthed kisses along his length.
"Shit- love that, Honey." He pushed some hairs out your eyes, tucking them behind your ear. You had started to put him in your mouth and suck on him, humming and moaning to yourself about the heaviness on your tongue.
The room filled its self with hums, groans, moans, slurps, slight gasps and gags but also was topped off with laughs, giggles, pretty sentences.
"So pretty, aren't you?" you mumbled a response; lost to the dick in your mouth, "love you messy." you nodded: more wet kisses, more spit, more untidy head.
After dropping him, you focused on kitten licks and head sucking again, you let your tongue circle it, "Pretty."
"You think?"
"Mhm" He was back in your mouth.
Just as you went down, two hands held your checks, pulling you back up and off. Guided up towards his mouth, one kiss popped onto you and a rather excited "My go!" later and you were rolled onto your back having your pjs pulled down. You doubt you could ever tire to his theatrical side.
He began an onslaught of kisses onto your skin, touching everywhere he could: thighs, public bone, the small tattoos, hip bones to name a few. He giggled, "You're so wet!" and dropped a kiss to another place, your cunt. His out loud thinking always caused your cheeks to rose up.
Eddie's kisses turned into licks and sucks. Small heavy licks on your clit, tongue lapping over your whole area, slurping and sucking your slick, dropping his tongue into your briefly, humming and whining to add to his attack.
From the first touch of his, your head had met the pillow and your pupils met the inside of your eyes. You couldn't work out how he always knew the right ways to touch you, sometimes you thought he shared your nerve endings. The small whines and whimpers couldn't be helped.
After a particularly direct stroke of your clit, an arm shot over your eyes, and you had to bit back the howl you felt near. "Eddie?" Voice delivered quiet and breathy.
"Hm?" He spoke into you.
Sitting up, you cupped his cheeks, pulling him off. "Don't wanna cum." You shy tone made him cock his head, "Wanna, umm," He smiled at you, rubbing your thighs urging you to continue. "Wanna cum with you."
You eye contact never broke, his smile did grow softer, "you always do."
"no, no I wanna cum. with you in me."
Eddie couldn't understand why but it made him melt. Maybe the combination of you, him, alone, its the morning, the sun was decorating you, you both were still beddy warm and had sleep coating your voice... or maybe he just loved you, like full proper gross love.
So he lent in, placed a big sloppy MWAH! to your lips, "and you can, my happy girl." ... or maybe actually it was that soft light giggle you got when you got what you wanted.
In silence you moved together: Eddie leaning over to grab a condom and you wrapping yourself around him restarting the similar onslaught of kisses. You were again a cluster of laughs, kisses and limbs.
He rolls his condom on with in a wink, lining himself up to you "Breath in for me?" and he demonstrates with a dramatic gasp.
You giggled, following the action, "good, now breath out slowly for me." He dropped a kiss to your forehead, "I'll push in as you breath out. Nodding, you follow his lead.
On the push, you could feel the discomforting tightness of your muscles. At the tight expression and guns, Eddie shh'ed you, rubbing his thumb to your cheek reassuring you all the way.
He started by small hallow thrusts - even they left you gasping. You'd done this before but every time it felt like the first. The boy couldn't stop his graditiute from tumbling out as a laugh.
You laughed back, clinging to him more. "You sounds so pretty." Your face went into his neck, "No" He whined, "I wanna hear more." At that, he thrusted deeply. The response of your whine made it all worth it.
He began a pace of thrusting longly, as you got used to it, the whines turns form pain to please. Even a few sighs entered the mix. With your eyes closed and head rolled, you hear "Feel nice?" and respond with fast nods.
There was a kiss to your forehead again that made you open your eyes, "feel nice for you?" Eddie could feel your stare felt 50 yards away.
"Incredible." The tone was cocky, the smile was cheesy. You laughed, pulling him into another hug, where Eddie saw the opportunity the trust more pointedly into you.
The new rhythm left you mewling, nodding, mumbling "Eddie"s, "Please"s and "Yeah"s - he knew he'd hit the spot.
"mm you sound so pretty. c'mon, you can be louder than that."
You nuzzled your face into his neck, "Your Uncle-"
"We can't hear him, he can't hear us." He guided his hands down to your clit.
"But what if he- Oh My- Eddie-"
"There she is!" He cooed, moaning back at you feeling your nails racking his back.
He sits up after a moment, in doing so the position of his dick changes, pulling a hearty moan from you - which he is now sure you were a pornstar in your past life. "No no, lemme see." He whines, pulling your knees back apart, resting his hands on them.
He palls into a little zone, lost in the sight of his dick going in and out of you and the noises you were making. When he retouches your clit, you let go of big gasp, "Tell me when you're gonna cum. yeah?"
You move your hands down to replace his with yours on your clit. Eddie leans back down into your bubble - loving the closeness. You both move together as one for a bit. With lips next to ears, and faces lost in necks: you both turn into a mess of heavy breaths. "cum- gonna cum- wanna"
"Good girl, lemme hear you." His hot breath on your neck was tantalising. And so were the hick was making "Gonna make me cum, Honey. Cum with me."
"Cum-cumming- im cumming- Eddie- cumming- please"
He groaned "fuck- me too, sweet- shit"
There was a collective sigh, Eddie's weight fell on top of you. Still lost in your after glow, you didn't notice you were running your nails up and down his back, let alone your laughing.
"What's funny?" You cocked a brow as he moved his face out of your neck, "You're laughing."
"Oh- I've never done the before." Still delivered in a giggle.
"What- you shoulda said-"
"No no, I mean I've never had a dick in me and came."
This took Eddie of guard, so much so he belly laughs. Falling back down into you, the laugh needed up in your neck with kisses added, "As if-"
"Yah like its either being fucked or getting to cum- never both" You were laughing too, hands getting lost in his hair.
"That sounds honestly tragic, babe."
"My life was full of misery."
He sat up again, "And mediocre fucks."
"But now I have you!" You pocked his chest with a shit eating grin.
He smiled, rolling his eyes "Am I nothing but my dick?"
"Not anymore."
"I hate you."
"Mmm totally" You were kissing again: lazy, cute, loving.
Eddie broke it up for a yawn, "Gonna need to pull out honey." You whined, "Becuaassee" said in the same tone, "I'll shrivel up and get stuck and then we can never get you to cum again." He frowned at you - drama king. "now, big breath again." Tapping your hip
You laughed again, big breath in, repeating the instructions of action on the exhale. It caused you to gasp a little, "Well done champ" He held his hand up for a high five.
"You gotta be kidding-" You laughed, begrudgingly high fiving but using to your advantage to pull him back down, getting lost in your game of sloppy neck kisses.
You both sighed again, nothing but love in the room, "Still wanna stay here all day?"
A roll of your head to look at him on your chest, "Is that even a question?"
"Good" A goodnight-morning kiss is shared, and Eddie nestled into your neck and you wiggled into him, his hands scratched down your hip and thighs, and yours on the base of his head and back.
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albertasunrise · 2 months
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Hope - Gotta be Hopeful
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Summary: After Joel loses his wife and your best friend during childbirth. You support him as he takes on parenthood on his own at 22. But when feelings start to develop, you battle with the guilt you feel for falling for your best friend’s husband.
Relationships: Joel Miller x Reader
Warnings: Like AO3 I choose to give none. Read at own risk. 18+… this is to avoid spoilers! (So happy y'all loving this fic. Sorry in advance for this angsty chapter ♥️ slightly shorter chapter but it'll all make sense in the end 🙊)
Series Masterlist - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
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Your brows pulled together as you eyed the time on the clock. It was gone midnight and the later it got the more worried you became. Alec had promised you that he'd get back no later than 11 and had sworn to call if that was to change. So the fact that it was just shy of 12:30 had you picking up your phone and opening your contacts. 
Your brows pulled tighter when Tommy's name started to flash on your screen. 
"Tommy, what's up? Everything okay?" 
"No." He choked down the phone and your stomach sank. 
"What's happened?" You managed to ask as your hands started to shake. 
"Joel and Alec were heading back from the bar and... Shit... They were heading back and..." He trailed off and your throat tightened as you waited for him to continue "They were in an accident..." 
"What do you mean?" You sobbed as your eyes flitted to the photo Alec has recently had printed and framed of you all at one of the many weekend BBQs you'd had. Joel smiled as he held a giggly Sarah in his arms with Noah at his feet, grabbing his jeans as he grinned at his friend. You and Alec were in a natural embrace. He's kissing your temple as you grin at the camera whilst Tommy stood to one side scrunching his face at the two of you. 
You had taken a few but that was the one you'd ended up picking. It emphasised the family-like unit that had developed between you all. 
Tommy's sob pulled your attention back to the call you were on and you fought to keep yourself together. "I'm on the way to the hospital now with Sarah... Shit... shit it's bad. It's really bad."
"What hospital Tommy?" He gave you the address and told him you were leaving before heading up to Noah's room. 
You picked up the sleepy toddler and grabbed the emergency to-go bag that Alec always had packed for him. The little boy was confused when you carried him to the car and put him in his seat but you tried your hardest to stay calm so that he didn't get worried. 
"Where's daddy?" He asked sleepily as he wiped his eyes and you choked back a sob. 
"We're going to see Daddy, honey." You said softly as you jumped in the driver's seat.
"Is daddy okay?" He asked softly and you shut your eyes a moment as you willed your tears away. 
"I hope so sweetie." 
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Tommy was cradling a sleeping Sarah against him when you arrived in the waiting room. Noah looked around at his surroundings, his mussy clutched tightly in his little hand. His eyes grew wider when he saw Sarah and he grinned as he jumped up and down on the spot. 
"Sarah here." He screeched, quieting down when you crouched down to his level. 
"I know sweetie but she's sleeping right now." You said softly "We need to be quiet whilst we're here okay? There are lots of poorly people that need to sleep to get better." 
"Are Daddy and Joel sick?" He asked quietly and you nodded softly.
"Yeah, baby... they are but the doctors are going to help them feel better." You said sweetly "But we need to be quiet and gentle so that they can rest okay?" 
He nodded, eyes growing a little teary and you were quick to pull the toddler into your arms, looking at Tommy over his shoulder. He gave you a grim look that made your stomach sink. A short while later, Noah and Sarah were curled up together on the couch in the corner, fast asleep. He held her closely, the blanket from her emergency back draped over the two of them. 
"What are the doctors saying?" You finally managed to ask and Tommy scraped a hand over his face as his eyes drifted to the kids. 
"Joel was driving." He started and confusion filled your features at this new information "Truck jumped a light and t-boned them." 
Your shaky hand flew up to your mouth as you tried to muffle the gasp that slipped from your lips. 
"Joel's suffered internal bleeding and a bleed on the brain. They've put him in a coma and he's on life support. Won't let me see him till he's more stable. They're trying to treat the brain bleed without surgery but..." He trailed off, throwing his head in his hands as he tried his hardest not to fall to pieces. 
"What about Alec?" You asked softly, listening to the soft sigh he let out before he raised his head to look at you again. 
"He's in a bad way." Tommy confessed "Broken leg and arm. Internal bleeding and head trauma." He stated, taking a moment to compose himself "They had to remove his kidney and gallbladder..."
"What else?" You pushed, knowing there was more "Tommy, what else?" 
"His spine was damaged too." Tommy replied, finally looking at you as his eyes started to mist with tears "They're concerned about the long-term damage but at the moment it's too early to tell." 
"Are you telling me he may not walk again?" You sobbed, glancing at the children when Noah moaned softly in his sleep. 
Tommy couldn't keep the tears at bay. They silently slipped down his cheeks as you looked at him pleadingly. 
"They don't know." He answered honestly and you sobbed, cradling your bump when your baby girl started to move. 
...
3 hours later you were finally able to visit Joel. The doctor had promised you that you would be allowed to see Alec soon so you resigned yourself to waiting. You carried Sarah, the lighter of the two toddlers and Tommy carried Noah as you were led to the ICU. Joel was situated in his own room, surrounded by different machines that were throwing out different sounds. Sarah turned her head, tiredly rubbing her eyes as she looked at her father who lay in the bed in front of her. 
"Daddy?" She said softly, leaning back to look at you before returning to her dad "Daddy." She said, her voice growing more distressed and you hushed her as you carried her closer.
"Daddy's not very well." You said softly as you sat in the chair that had been placed beside his bed, Tommy pulling the spare sat in the corner up next to you. 
"Daddy owie?" She asked as she pointed at the scratches visible on his face and arms.
"Yeah, daddy's got a few owies but they'll get better honey." You said softly "Just needs to sleep a little bit and then he'd be all better." 
You knew it was going to be hard for the toddler to understand. You wished you knew what to do. Tommy was 19 so you knew that he was going to need help with Sarah whilst Joel was in the hospital. You were going to need each other as you navigated this mess. 
Now more than ever. 
...
Tommy took care of the kids whilst you went to visit Alec. He looked, physically in better shape than Joel. The doctor had advised you he was sedated but that they were confident he was going to recover. 
They just weren't sure if he'd walk again. 
His right side was almost pure plaster. His arm and leg elevated to help the healing process. You sobbed as you sat beside his bed, wishing you knew what to say to him. How were you going to cope if he ended up paralysed? 
You were 6 months pregnant and had a 3-year-old also. The idea that you were going to have a disabled partner too was daunting. 
"Hey." Alec croaked, pulling you out of your thoughts and you jumped to your feet, cradling his face as you kissed him sweetly. 
"Hey." You sobbed as you pulled back and rested your brow on his. 
"Hey, no tears." He said softly as he used his uninjured hand to wipe them away "It's okay... We're okay." 
You nodded softly, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you drew your head back to look him in the eye.
"How's Joel?" He asked and you choked on a sob "He's not?..." Alec asked as his eyes grew wide and you shook your head.
"No... No, he's alive but he's on life support." 
"Shit... God this is my fault... If I hadn't offered for him to drive-"
"No, hey. You can't think like that." You said as you placed your hand on his hip, pulling your hand back when you noted the stitches "Oh, sorry." 
"It's fine, can't feel it." He said, shaking his head and your eyes widened at that "What?" 
You were fighting not to break down as you stepped back from him and covered your mouth to muffle the sobs that wanted to slip out. 
"Baby... what aren't you telling me?" 
"You damaged your spine in the accident." You choked out, hand shaking as you spoke "There's... there's a chance that..." 
"A chance of what?" He pushed and you sobbed harder "Fuck, baby you're scaring me. Just spit it out."
"You might not walk again." 
The silence that fell over you both was deafening. Your whole body was shaking as you watched him process this news, your hand on your bump as she gave you a powerful kick. Making you wince. 
"You okay?" Alec asked, taking you by surprise and then your eyes followed his to your hand rubbing where she just kicked and you nodded. 
"Yeah, she's just making herself known." You chuckled as you made your way to his side again and placed his hand on your bump, smiling as he smiled at the feeling of his little girl moving underneath his fingertips. 
"We'll work this out." He stated, eyes not leaving your swollen middle "It might now be easy but we'll get through this." He finished, looking up at you "I promise." 
You nodded at him, lifting his hand to kiss his grazed knuckles. You believed him. No matter how this went. You were going to make it. 
Alarms started to blare from another room and your stomach dropped. The sound of Sarah screaming made your blood run cold and you glanced at Alec before sprinting out the hall, almost colliding with Tommy as he was pushed from the room, Sarah crying in his arms and Noah clutched his leg. You pulled the inconsolable toddler from his arms so Tommy could pick up Noah, watching through the slits in the blinds hanging in the window as the doctors shocked Joel. 
"DADDY!" Sarah screamed, thrashing in your arms as she tried to reach for him and your heart broke as you stood there and watched them work. 
Praying for her sake that they could bring him back. 
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twisted-lover-boys · 1 year
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Diasomnia With An Affection Boyfriend
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I just realized…this is my first official time writing for Silver! We love our sleepy boy! Also, I know nothing about chapter 7 as I’m trying to stay spoiler free so there’s no spoilers!
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Malleus is extremely touch starved. He’s felt alone for a majority of his young life and the only forms of affection he ever got came from Lilia so for his boyfriend to treat him so gently, so lovingly, so softly, it makes his knees buckle
Please smother him in kisses! He will even bend down for you for easier access! Cheek, neck, lips, forehead, doesn’t matter please kiss him anywhere—
Your surprise hugs, even though he knows they’re coming, never cease to make his heart bloom. It’s the same with cuddles. Wether you’re sad , stressed, or you just want to be with him, his arms are always open for you
Whenever you’re near Malleus, you fiddle with his fingers or just simply hold his hand to the point where he subconsciously starts resting his hand against yours
Malleus isn’t very good with physical affection. Of course he’ll hold you hand and place chaste kisses on you, but he much prefers spending quality time with you and gifting you things he thinks you’ll like
Malleus will freely show his affection for you and will allow you to do the same so if someone has a problem with that, Malleus will quickly shut them down with a glare. He will not allow them to impede on his time with his boyfriend
Malleus really loves his boyfriend and anyone who knows him can see how much of a love sick fool he is for you and your affections
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Lilia is a very affectionate old man. He was a war general but he is also a father. Seeing countless losses of friends and comrades can really do something to someone. Even despite the metaphorical blood on his hands, his boyfriend still treats him with care and he honestly can’t get enough of it
Lilia absolutely adores your kisses he can’t help but giggle after every little one you place on his face or neck. He’ll let you kiss him for however long you want but he’ll get more giggly the longer it goes on and he may end up just floating with you in his arms
He absolutely relishes in your hugs. He just feels so secure and warm in them that he unconsciously lets his guard down and melts into you. He will eventually drag you down to the floor with how comfy he gets…
Honestly, he probably already fiddles with your fingers whenever so he’s happy to hold your hand…please do it he will get pouty when you don’t hold his hand—
Lilia’s own forms of affection aren’t too different to his boyfriend’s. Kisses around the face and nape, physical courting gifts, and acts of service to name a few I wish you luck with his cooking
Lilia loves when you show your affection to him in public and has no problem in quickly shutting down others who wish to comment. If they feel the need to comment on him and his boyfriend, then they must know why they don’t have a significant other. He’s just reminding them~
Lilia is a soft old man now and he needs the affection he lacked while he was general and his boyfriend is the perfect remedy for such an ailment
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Silver is kind of like his father. He’s not as affectionate as his father, growing up as a knight n’ all, and he’s only ever received familial affection from his father but will absolutely melt when his boyfriend does anything remotely affectionate
Silver is more than content with letting you smother him in kisses so long as it’s not during his training or usual guard work. Just seeing his face scrunch up at your kisses even in his sleep while subconsciously leaning into you is worth it every time
Silver isn’t great with hugs and cuddles. It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy them, it’s just that he doesn’t know what to do. Where should he place his hands? Should he rest his head? Should he say something? He enjoys them but you’ll just need to guide him a bit
Please hold his hands please! He loves having that small connected contact with you, even if it’s just pinkies! His hands are rough and calloused, showing the story of a trained knight…but the warmth from your hands makes him feel…loved
Silver isn’t good with physical affection and often stumbles over his words, meaning one thing but it coming off as another. His way of affection is acts of service and quality time as he feels his actions would speak more than his words of love for you…and they do
He likes being honest with his feelings and thoughts and usually says something if anything is bothering him. So if someone were to make an offhand comment about you giving him affection he would not hesitate to call that person out honestly he would say some pretty mean stuff thanks to Lilia
Although he may have a hard time showing it, Silver truly loves his boyfriend and wouldn’t hesitate for a second to defend his honor and affection
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Sebek is…conflicted with your affection. He kind of has a love-hate relationship with it as he believes it interferes with his guard work but he also can’t help but crave it more and more from you
He gets so red and blushy from kisses! He’ll start stuttering and start trying to hide his face from you while trying to comprehend what in Twisted Wonderland just happened…before yelling about how “uncouth” it was. I promise he liked it. It’s like his brain crashed and he’s trying to reboot
Hugs are a little iffy to Sebek. He does enjoy your hugs but he’s very sensitive when it comes to physical contact to where he either flinches or becomes defensive. So it really depends on his mood if he wants hugs or not but it’s very easy to tell as he’ll start getting more physically close to you (e.i sitting close to you or fleeting touches)
Speaking of, Sebek actually doesn’t mind hand holding so long as he’s not busy guarding Malleus. It’s usually just you hooking fingers with each other and only goes to full hand holding when he hasn’t seen you in a while Malleus and Lilia let him take more breaks now
Sebek, when it comes to affection, is rather fond of acts of service and gift giving. He has an important duty to uphold so he’s not always there for you but, when Lilia and Malleus tell him to take a break and spend time with you, he finds comfort in giving you something or doing something for or with you, such is his knightly duty to look after the ones he cares for, including his lover
Sebek is a half-fae of honor and dignity and would never let anyone dare tarnish the powerful name of his lord or the good nature of his boyfriend so when someone says something negative about you, he takes it as a personal attack and is ready to burst their eardrums with your praises
He still feels conflicted about your affection, especially with how often you show it, but he can’t help but crave it. At first, he thought it was just a spell you placed him under to distract him but, after some old man advice, he knows it’s just what his heart feels for you that he can’t accurately accept: love
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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year
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Victim of the Circumstance, Part 1
Summary: You were not looking for love. You had it, and it was the best thing that had ever happened to you. And it was taken away. Leaving you grieving with two kids. But you finally made it to Florida and the place he had always to retire to. Living on an orange grove when your precocious daughter befriends one of the construction workers. James Mace was not looking for love. And he definitely wasn’t looking for kids.
Pairings: James Mace X Reader
Rating: 🥺
Warnings:  mentions of a character death, loss of a parent, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 3.7K
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“Mommy,” your littlest love runs full force into your bed, her giggly little face squishing up against your back.  “Mommy!  It’s time to wake up, Benning has got to get to school,” for four years old, and someone that didn’t go to big kid school, she was the mother hen.  
“I tried waking him up, but he said he’s waiting on you.”
“I know, baby,” you groan, taking a quick peek at the alarm clock.  You had five more minutes to sleep.  But that child that was tapping on your back was the best way to wake up.
“Mommy!” 
“I’m up.  I’m up, baby,” sitting up in the bed, you take a deep yawn, stretching.  Your sleepy eyes looking at your angel that required little to no sleep.  “You want to grab some orange juice from Miss Hazel and Harley?” 
“Harley is asleep,” she crawls onto your bed, and in your lap, giving you the sweetest kisses all over your face.  For a child that had never met her father, she acted just like him.  “But I can get juice from Hazel, I can.  Did you know they’re starting the build today?” 
“I did, and I also know that Harley built you an orange juice stand.”
“Really?” She squeals, her hands going into a tight ball and her eyes squish close with how big she was smiling.  She shakes her fists around with excitement.  Her whole body wiggling around with her movements.
“Yep, so you better go get our juice.  I’m going to wake up bubba and make breakfast.  Hurry back, okay,” she jumps off the bed, darting to the door and off to the store to bring back some fresh squeezed orange juice while you go wake up your son.
Opening the door to his bedroom, your late husband’s dog lifts his head up from the floor.  “I know.  He’s getting a new bed soon.  It’s not my fault he hit a growth spurt, and grew you right out of the bed.  Don’t look at me like that, Cannon.”
“Mom, quiet.”
“Benning, it’s time to wake up.”
“Sissy came in here before the alarm, and now you are,” just like clockwork, both yours and your son’s alarm goes off, and he grabs his phone, turning it off.  “Nobody can get any sleep around here.  I don’t sleep as well since Cannon can’t fit on the bed, and Mirabelle won’t quit screaming to wake me up.”
“She’s just like your dad.  Early riser.”
“I don’t want to talk about him,” Mirabelle never got to meet her dad, while Benning remembered everything.  Everyday it was a battle of missing him.  “Get out, so I can get dressed.”
“Waffles or pancakes?” 
“I don’t care.  Mirabelle likes waffles best.  Just make her happy.”
“Maybe we should go back to…”
“Mom, dad’s been dead for four years.  I’m fine,” he didn’t sound fine.  The closer it got to his birthday and his dad’s death day, the worse his attitude got.  He hated going to a family counselor.  Hated talking about something that ‘he couldn’t change’.  And all you wanted was your happy boy that got excited to call his dad and talk about the new ultrasound pictures of his sissy.
“Mom?  Go, take Cannon with you.”
“Come on, buddy, let’s get you fed, too,” you give your big boy one final look before going into the kitchen.  Looking out the window quickly to see your excitable girl telling Hazel about her dream you were sure.  Feeding the dog, and packing Benning’s lunch, and starting breakfast all at once.  
“Miss Hazel, and then there was unicorns that exploded into butterflies, they did.  What are you doing?” 
“Squeezing out the orange juice.  These are your mom’s favorites, Clementines.  I always sneak a couple in there for her.  Did you see your orange juice stand?” 
“Uh huh,” Mirabelle responds, starting to peel an orange to have as a snack, watching the woman that had changed your life.  “Is uncle Bill going to be there,” Hazel taps Mirabelle on the nose, starting to laugh.
“You better quit calling him that.  And yes, William is going to be the foreman.  Harley put your stand under the oak tree so you get lots of shade.  And maybe you can entice those workers over to the store for sorbet.”
“Do I get commission for that?” 
“Yes, all the sorbet you can eat.  Here,” she hands the little girl her jug of orange juice, and Mirabelle swipes a small jar of marmalade, “I saw that Mirabelle.  Are you out already?” 
“Yep.  I’ve been eating marmalade sandwiches.  I’ll be back after breakfast.  Benning is very crabby today.”
“I know, angel, William and Casey are coming by for supper.  William will talk to him,” William Miller had been a godsend for your family.  Was one of the few men that Benning would even open up and talk to.  William just got it.  Of course, you being married to someone in the military you didn’t, or so your son constantly reminded you of that.  
“Okay, I can’t wait to see uncle Bill.”
“You better stop,” Mirabelle gives your landlord a chubby handed wave as she walks back towards your house.  Giving you a wave when she spots you looking out the window at her. 
Smiling when a full plate of waffle was sitting at her chair, and she hands you the jar of marmalade to open.  “Why hasn’t Benning eaten?” 
“Bye, mom.  Bye, sissy.  Sorry, I’m going to be late to the bus stop,” gone were the days of kisses to you and Mirabelle, and a walk out to the bus stop.  Independent and not needing you or his sister anymore, so he thought.  But you needed him.  Needed him to quit growing, and to turn to you when he was missing his dad.  His dad was his hero, and now all he had left was his service memorabilia.
“Hey,” you scream at him, handing his dry waffle to him and his lunchbox, “if you would stop laying in bed listening to music, you could have breakfast with us.”
“I’ll just eat this.  Sissy, you want to put some marmalade on this?”  With the biggest smile on her face, Mirabelle spreads out a layer of the sticky jam, handing it back ot her brother, and he does in fact give her a kiss to her head.  “Thanks,” you say his name again, but he walks out the door, leaving his sister to pout, missing him already.
“You want marmalade on your waffle, too?” 
“Yeah.  I want my Bubba sitting in that chair tomorrow.  That’s why I wake him up early.  He never wants to spend time with me anymore.”
“That’s because you’re four, and he’s nearly twelve.  Here, baby, eat your waffle.”
“I want some coffee, too.”
“Absolutely not.  You can settle for orange juice.”
“Miss Hazel put in a couple clementines for you.  She said they’re your favorites, she did,” they were your favorite.  Adding just the perfect balance of sweet and tangy to it.  Miss Hazel knew how to make you happy.  It was the little things now.  Including that messy smile you daughter was giving you from across the small kitchen table.
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Mirabelle squints her eyes as she looks over to the men that were breaking ground on the newer and bigger store.  She hasn’t been able to spot her uncle, but there were people everywhere, and not one was looking at her stand.  They were clearly hot, it was springtime in Florida.  She was hot, and she was drinking her product.  How was she ever going to make money or even make commission of the sorbet if they didn’t buy her juice?  
Getting fed up with being annoyed, she marches over towards the build, more like skipping because she had a plan.  Getting almost there before she’s scooped up.  “Let me go!  Help!  Kidnapper!  Stop it!  Uncle Bill!”
“Ow,” the man complains when he gets smacked on the head.  “Easy kid.”
“Uncle Bill!  I’m being tortured!”
“Hey,” the man finally says again, and Mirabelle leans back to look at him.  Noting his Miller Construction shirt and she taps on the print, “You can’t be here.”
“I can.”
“No, it’s not safe.  No kids allowed.”
“Why?” 
“Because this is a construction zone.”
“Why?” 
“Because we’re building something.”
“Why?” 
The man’s eyes narrow at the little girl, and he finally sets her back down in the dirt, squatting down to get eye to eye with her, “You’re the little orange girl?” 
“I’m not orange.  See,” she points at her skin, starting to giggle.  This man was silly.  There were oranges close by.  He could tell that she was not the same color as those.
“No, you’re the little girl that Will told us about.  That lived in a house beside the grove.”
“Yeah,  see,” she points over at the house, and he spots the adorable little orange juice stand.  “That’s my house.  I live there with my mom, and my brother, Benning.  She does nails in there.  Sometimes will work in the store instead of Miss Hazel.  And that right there,” pointing at her stand, she turns to look at the funny looking man, frowning.
“That is why I am over here.  I’ve been there all day.”
“It’s nine in the morning.”
“Exactly.  I’ve been there all day, and not one of you has come to get juice. I am saving my money to get a new doll because my poor mom can’t afford to buy me one.  Hazel and Harley have her working like Cinderella, and she barely has time for me.  And you guys are out here making all this noise, and getting parched, and I have what you need over there, but nobody comes over there.”
“You’re good.  You’d make a great car salesman,” the man turns back to look at his crew.  It was too early for lunch break, but if this was the child he was told about, he didn’t think Will would be angry that he stopped her from coming onto the site.  “Fine, take me to your stand.  I will get some orange juice.”
“You will buy some orange juice.  This is a business after all, it is,” holding out her hand, he gives it an odd look, before taking it in his own.  Letting the girl guide them to her obvious stand.  “This juice is made purely from clementines, this one is blood orange, it’s great for vampires, and this one is tangerine juice, and this is what we have every morning navel with four clementines in it.  Which would you like?” 
She was a character.  Big vocabulary for such a small child, “I’ll take your special with navel and clementines.”
“Here you go, mister?” The tiny child hands him a cup of orange juice.  Watching his every move to see how he like the drink, while also needing to know what to call him.  Her hand goes to her hip, and she juts it out to the side waiting.
“James Mace.  Everyone calls me Mace though.  Mmm,” he takes a long drink of the juice.  Licking his lips after the taste.  “This is really good.”
“Has anyone told you that you look like a shaggy dog?  Harley and Hazel used to have this shaggy dog.  You look like that.  How are you ever going to find a wife with hair like that?  And this is Florida.  You know it's going to get hot.  It makes more sense to cut it off.  It’s too hot.  Summer is almost here, it is.”
“You don’t like my hair?” Making a face of disgust, she fake retches, and she shakes her head no.  Mace takes another drink of the concoction before squatting down with her.  “You never told me your name.”
“Mirabelle Nova Syverson.  My dad gave me the first name.  My brother gave me my middle name.  I guess my dad gave me my last name, too.  But him and mom did agree to Mirabelle.  Shouldn’t you be getting back to work?” 
“Yes, now stop distracting me so I can do that.”
“Okay, tell your friends about me.  And also we have the world’s finest orange sorbet in the store.  And today’s juice will be one dollar for one cup or three dollars for two cups, Mr. Mace,” Mace chuckles, pulling out his wallet, and rifling through the bills.
“Just Mace.  How much money do you lack for your new doll?” 
“She’s a really nice doll.  She’s going to cost me over one hundred dollars,” Mace gives her a grin, pulling out a twenty.  “You're my first customer. I can't make change, and I don’t even know how.  That’s big kid math, and I’m four.”
“Keep it, kid.”
“Mirabelle.”
“Keep it, Mirabelle.  I’ll be back around lunch, and make sure to bring some people with me.”
“That would be greatly appreciated.  Tell Uncle Bill I said hey,” Mace starts to open his mouth explaining how there wasn’t a Bill on the crew, and the little girl points at his shirt.  “Uncle Bill.  He’s not my real uncle.  He married my aunt Casey.  Casey is my dad’s little sister.  He tried to date my mom at first.  Well his parents Hazel and Harley wanted him to.  Mom won’t date a military man ever again, no thank you.  I will see you in a few minutes Mace.”
“A couple of hours, darlin’!” Mace gives a yell to the little girl who stops her retreating and looks at him.  “A couple of hours.”
“Fine, only if you come back tomorrow with better hair.   It’s too hot for that much hair.”
“You’ve got a deal.  I’ll bring you lots of business, too,” he gives her a nod and she bounces back to the store to help out with Hazel while Mace returns to the build.  Already wiping his brow from the heat.
“Mace, this isn’t kindergarten,” William looks at his newest member of the crew, “Where have you been?  I told you to follow me.”
“Met your niece.  She’s selling orange juice.”
“Ahh, the little princess.  My parents let that child rule the grove.  Watch her.  She’ll talk you out of a lot of money,” Mace chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck.  Mirabelle was not some ordinary four year old.  She was smart.  He wouldn’t call it business savvy, but she was something.  “What did she use on you?  A trip to Disney is her favorite.  She likes to use toys and pouts.  Oh, one time it was to buy her mom a new car.”
“A doll.”
“You’ve been had by the sweetest little con artist,” Mace turns and looks towards the store, watching the little girl start to stack oranges on a rack.  “Don’t take it personally.  Kid’s never had a dad.”
“He ran off and left her?  What kind of father does that?”
“Easy,” not that it was anyone’s business, but Mirabelle was quick to get attached to men.  Craved something that kids in her twice a week pre-k talked about.  “Her dad didn’t leave them on purpose.  He was deployed, and was killed.  Her mother was pregnant with Mirabelle.  He never got to meet her.  Wait until you meet her son.  He remembers his dad.  Hates men, and he’s a moody, almost pre-teen.”
“Why do you say he hates men?” 
“Their mom and I went on what I thought was a date,” William laughs, shaking his head.  “She was under no such impression.  Worked out well for Benny because he hated me.  Until I married their aunt.  Now he tolerates me.  I’m not trying to take the place of his dad.  He didn’t trust me, he didn’t like the fact I was military either.  Neither did the wife.  Casey was a bit scared after her brother.  Keep an eye on that little girl though.  Make sure she stays out of trouble and doesn’t get hurt, and I won’t get so mad at you for not shadowing me, okay?” 
Mace gives his boss a head nod, and follows along with him.  He didn’t know what to expect moving to the sunshine state.  Definitely didn’t think working on a construction crew and finding a four year old going on thirty was in his future.  But here he was.  Tickled at how even talking with Mirabelle was entertaining.  It was the most he had talked in years.
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“Mirabelle Nova Syverson!” Hazel screams, looking through the store.  “Mirabelle!  Mira…” she looks out the side door, seeing the girl with a lunchbox coming out of her house.  “Young lady, when you leave you have to tell me where you’re going.”
“I went to get lunch for me and that guy.”
“That guy?” 
“Mhmm, Mace.  It’s lunch time right?  I can go back?” Hazel answers yes, and Mirabelle runs as fast as her little legs can carry her back to her stand in the shade.  Wiggling her legs around and pulling her jugs of orange juice out of her cooler as a wad of men come towards her.
“Uncle Bill!” William rolls his eyes, but waves at the little girl, “I can’t serve them all alone.”
“You going to pay me?” 
“Nope.  I’m four.  You make more money than me,” standing beside the little girl, he pours while she takes money.  Making excuses about change, and how she can’t subtract yet before the line dies down, “Mace!  This is my uncle Bill!”
“Nobody calls me that.  Nobody.  Just her and her brother, so don’t start.  Oh, you eating lunch out here, little bit?” 
“Yep.  Mace, I brought you something,” she excitedly says, pulling out her lunch box, and taps on the cooler.  William’s mouth drops open, gawking at her, “Casey packed your lunch, she did.  I didn’t need to bring you something.”
“Remember what I said,” William trusted Mace with his niece.  He just didn’t trust his niece to not get too attached.  He knew where you stood, and your need to be alone ‘for all of eternity’ because you had already once fallen in love and now your priority was the kids that Sy had left behind.  And still that angelic daughter of yours was still wanting something she had never had before.
“So my mommy doesn’t know, but I took her meal prep for this week,” laying the glass container on the stand, Mace waves his hands no, “It’s just Tuesday.  Mommy works from home, so she makes her lunches for the week.  I didn’t ask, but do you have allergies?  Owen in my class is allergic to peanuts, and Neveah is allergic to eggs, and Simon is lactose intolerant and his belly blew up like a balloon when he ate my real milk yogurt.  That has yogurt in it, can you have yogurt?  And there’s eggs and almonds.  Oh no!  And cheese.  I’m sorry, I really didn’t think this through.”
“Mirabelle, you’re fine.  Last I checked, I’m not allergic to anything.  So you’re bringing me lunch?” Giving him a shrug, her legs kick around before opening her own box complete with a marmalade sandwich, chips, and a cupcake.  “I can share that with you.  Me and mommy made those last night.”
“I don’t want to take your cupcake.  So this is what you do all day?” 
“I can share,” she gives him a little growl, placing a chip beside him before eating a bite of her sandwich.  “I know how to share.  I don’t have to share with Bubba, but I know how.  On Tuesdays and Thursdays I go to miss Julie’s so I’m not an awkward turtle and don’t know how to interact with kids my age.  I’m still an awkward turtle and still pull my awkward balloons because I just have adults, and Bubba.”
“What are you talking about awkward balloons?” Mirabelle smiles over her full mouth, placing another chip beside him.  “I don’t understand the balloons.”
“It’s just what mommy does when we’re in an awkward situation.  She pulls invisible awkward balloons from the sky.  The more she pulls the more awkward it is.  She’s a good mommy.  Um, do you like oranges.”
“They’re okay,” Mirabelle’s eyes go large, and points at the orange slices in his container.  “They’re fine.”
“They’re the best.  I can name all the ones we have here, I can.  Hazel said if Casey doesn’t give her a grand baby that I’m the one that gets the grove, she did.  I like going out with Harley in the evening and he checks to make sure that the workers did everything right.  It used to be smaller, it did.  They built it.  Uncle Bill doesn’t care.  Casey is a nurse.  She doesn’t have time, but me?  I pay attention, I do.”
Mirabelle is able to talk and carry on a conversation all while eating.  Hardly stopping talking, but it was a nice distraction for Mace.  Not having to worry about the things in his own mind, just see things from the eyes of a four year old.  
“Oh!  How much money did I make?  Mommy is wanting to take me and Bubba to Disney World, and I need spending money.  I’ve got to get a new lanyard.”
“I thought you wanted a doll?” 
“Well, yeah.  They have those at Disney, too.  I…I…I…I don’t have a Cinderella doll, yeah.  She’s missing from my collection.  Dern.  It’s getting hot out here, and don’t tell mommy that I said dern.  And I will see you tomorrow, but it’ll be when I get back though with school.  Mommy picks me up at two, so I’ll be here around 2:30.  Also, there’s yummy orange sorbet in the store.  Tell everyone to get some, and if I’m not there, because it might be time to meet my bubba at the bus stop, just tell them to tell Hazel that I sent you.  I get a commission.”
“You swindled me for money, you little toot,” with a shrug of her shoulders, she gathers the boxes to stuff in her lunch bag.  “Mirabelle?”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?  I’ll have some more orange juice.  Have a good day.  Hazel will have to help me carry this in.  Goodbye!” 
She was a mess.  Complete mess, and she knew it.  One day of knowing the little girl, and Mace was wrapped around her chubby little finger.  Clearly had been around people that were older than her because she spoke like an adult.  No kid should grow up without a parent.  Mace would know.
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gaybananabread · 1 month
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I might be forgetful or just obsessed, but I don't think anyone's asked for headcanons about our Spider Gang: Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, and Hobie. >w< Or just your favorites, of course. I admit I'm most curious about Gwen and Hobie.
-Panda/Black Feathers
🕸️Spider Gang Tkl Headcanons☆
~What's wrong with both? But yeah, I've yet to do headcanons with these goobers. I don't know this “consistency” people speak of, so expect none of it. I do wanna add some other spider peeps to these, but we'll keep it to the Gang for now. Expect some more food, probably within the next few weeks. Thank you for the request!~
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🎧Miles🎨
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General:
We can all agree that he's a massive dork about this, right?
He's a lee-leaning switch, though it's close.
Loves tickling both ways, but can admit neither.
Boy gets squirmy every time the word is even mentioned. You bet he practically dies when any scene comes on TV
Lee:
Lee moods for him are quite frequent.
His friends have a system for detecting them at this point. Checklist and everything if they feel like being goofs.
Nervous giggles, extra knee bounces, higher voice, showier clothes if he's bold, easy blushes and jumpiness. They've got him down to a T at this point (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)
Super squirmy lee, you almost definitely need to pin him if you wanna live. Known for his donkey-kicks.
Worst spots are his armpits. He will screech if you even try to get him there. Not a spot for the weak-willed.
Melt spot is his neck. A few fluttering fingers, maybe gentle scritches under his chin, and you’ll have a giggly puddle of sleepy mirth.
Real easy to fluster. Say the t-word a few times, compliment his inevitable blush, maybe incorporate the Itsy Bitsy Spider. Immediate results!
He feels like he'd be super air-ticklish. Can not handle any wiggling fingers or sneaky teases.
Doesn't ask for what he wants, like, ever. Gotta use your detective skills around him (the checklist above is very helpful (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠))
Ler:
Such a shit, even though he can't handle a fraction of what he dishes out-
Absolutely webs people up to help himself (only if they're comfy with it ofc)
Very playful and teasing. You blush? Get ready for him to point it out at least seven times. Snort? Good luck.
“Your cheeks are all red, gigglebox. This fluster you that bad?”
“Aww, you snort? No, don't hide your face! I wanna hear it again!”
“What d’ya think happens when I go here? Yeah, right there. Only one way to find out~”
Once he gets a handle on his venom power, he learns that very small shocks can be quite effective in wrecking his lee.
So, Miles being Miles, abuses that knowledge at the most inopportune times.
Little jolts during training, walking through the halls, studying, you name it. By the end of the day, people are either ready to kill him or want him to just get it over with. He's happy either way.
Has high respect for boundaries. Before starting, he'll make sure the safeword is remembered and clarify what they're comfortable with.
Super nice aftercare. Cuddles, snacks and maybe listening to some music and napping on him while he sketches.
🥁Gwen🩰
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I’m gonna go with ler-leaning switch. Like Miles, it’s pretty close. These kids just love to laugh ¯\_(´꒳`)_/¯
A bit better in terms of confidence. If it’s a good day and the mood isn’t too severe, she can ask one of her close friends. Other than that, suffering until someone notices.
Lee:
When she gets lee moods, everyone is almost immediately alerted.
Either she has the courage to ask, or in the more likely event that she doesn’t, she’ll provoke everyone.
Snippy comments, crop tops, hair up, sarcasm for days, and THE SASSSS
If they don’t realize she’s in a lee mood, they’re gonna wreck her anyway for getting on their nerves.
A squirmer for sure, though not quite as bad as Miles. Careful of her legs, though. She was a dancer; that kind of strength combined with spider-power won’t feel very good to the jaw.
Worst spot is her navel. A few raspberries and she’ll be a cackling, snorty mess.
Melt spots are her back and ears. She loves light traces and scratches along her back, and a feather on the shells of her ears would be heavenly.
Adores cheer-up tickles. You’ll make her entire week if you gently trace her belly or squeeze her sides when she’s upset.
She’s got a really pitchy, bubbly laugh. You get her to belly laugh, and you’ll be rewarded with lovely snorts.
Ler:
VERY sassy and playful. Will tease the living hell out of you and giggle while she does it.
Anything she can tease you for, she will. Usually teasing-compliments, but she shakes it up.
“Such an adorable belly! It’s like it was made for me to poke and squeeze. Can’t deny its purpose, can I?
“It’s so easy to fluster you! I just need to say that one little word, and you can hardly breathe~”
“It tickles, does it? Sucks to be you. Now, onto those ribs…”
Gwen likes doing her nails with her friends, so those babies are always nice and tickly. The boys can never manage to keep theirs like that, no matter how hard they try.
She likes blowing raspberries if it’s someone she’s close to. Loves the silliness, and their reactions are just too cute.
Very good at giving cheer-up/comfort tickles. If someone’s upset, they go to Gwen for some special pick-me-ups.
Wondrous aftercare. Back rubs, praises and a movie night. She’ll even braid your hair if that’s something you’d enjoy.
✮Hobie🎸
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The switchest spider to walk the Earth, I dare you to fight me on this/j
So chill on both fronts. He just goes with the flow.
Has magic “can say the t-word whenever” powers, loves abusing them.
Absolute menace in tickle fights. He’ll either kick your ass, or fluster the hell out of you while you attempt to wreck him.
If anyone’s in a mood, lee or ler, Hobie’s their best bet.
Lee:
Okay, so…he definitely is open to being wrecked by his friends.
One of them has a killer ler mood? Hobie’s here to help. He’s gonna be all teasy about it, but it’s quickly replaced with giggles.
When he’s just straight-up in a lee mood, he can ask with next to no problems. Coincidentally, he “accidentally” flusters his ler more often than not.
If he just doesn’t feel like asking, he’ll put on a crop top, rest his arms behind his head, and wait for someone to get a ler mood or try something.
We can all agree that this smug bastard would try to fluster his ler, right?
Holding his arms up without being asked, telling them to keep going, how good they’re doing, “Ready when you are~”, teasing them for “staring,” the list goes on.
Worst spots are his feet, followed by his underarms and hips. He’s not always in the mood for footer tickles though, so the pits are your best shot.
Melt spots are his calves and palms. Mr. Guitar would adore some hand tickles, and the tall prick deserves some draw-backs.
Rumbly, base-sounding giggles if it isn’t that bad a spot. If it is, you’ll get loud, boisterous, scraggy laughter. Very fun to find and point out the differences to him, he’ll definitely appreciate it! ( ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )
Ler:
He has two sides, one very different from the other.
The first is gentle, comforting tickles. He won’t go too fast or vigorous, only upping the ante if you ask or seem ready.
“Those some cute giggles ya got there, mate. Glad you’re sharin’~”
“You’re adorable, ya know that? All blushes an’ squirms, but you ain’t said ‘stop’ once~”
The other is the one you should be terrified of.
Evil teases, immediate worst-spot tickles, keeps you laughing until you’re in tears (unless you tap out beforehand)
“Wha’s that? Oh, tickles, does it? Good, ya needed a laugh.”
“Man, you’re laughin’ pre’y hard. Blushin’, too. I didn’ know any better, I’d say yer enjoyin’ yourself~”
Either way, he listens to boundaries and stops whenever you ask/seem like you’re done. Boy is all about respect, in this sense anyway.
He definitely plays the lee-guitar game. Your ribs are now his strings. Might even get his pick out if he’s feeling really evil.
Changes up his methods for each lee (let’s stick with the gang’s regular moods here before I go on a tangent)
For Pav, he’s a smug asshole. Lots of fake-outs before he actually starts, continuously calls his reactions “fuckin’ adorable” to see him blush. No mercy until it’s needed.
With Miles, he’s a bit less evil. Mainly just teases him for being so ticklish and his blushes.
For Gwen, he’s rougher. She usually likes to forget her name, and he’s more than happy to help. Raspberries, teases, the whole nine. Whatever gets her cackling.
Amazing with aftercare. Will pull you into his lap for cuddles, and he gives incredible massages and back rubs. Praise for days if you need them, and even if you don’t, he’s happy to supply them.
🪷Pavitr☕
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Suuuuuch a sunshine boy I swearrrrrr ⸜(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
He gives lee-leaning switch. Loves getting his ass handed to him, but occasionally loves making his friends giggle and squeal.
Can admit that he likes both sides, though he can only say the t-word itself if he isn’t flustered.
Always up for helping one of his friends if they’re in a ler mood, and sometimes ready to wreck them for the greater good (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
Lee:
Loves being tickled, especially if he’s in a really bad lee mood.
Most of the time, he’ll whine to either Hobie or Gayatri that he’s “feeling fuzzy” and they’ll get the message. If he isn’t that worked up, he’ll flat out ask.
Very squirmy little worm, though he doesn’t flail like some of the others. Has accidentally headbutted before though, so careful if you’re messing with his neck.
Decently easy to fluster, though it takes a while to wreck him. You’ve gotta know exactly what you’re doing to really get him good (just ask Hobie or Miles, they’re loving narcs)
Worst spot is his belly, specifically his navel. Raspberries are killer for him there. Him and Gwen share a death spot and both torment each other with that knowledge.
Melt spots are his forearms and under his chin. Adorable to trace a few inches up from his pits and watch him dissolve. You can’t tell me he wouldn’t love some gentle tickles under his chin, can you? (answer: no)
Bright, bubbly, almost boyish giggles. Things get a lot pitchier when you really wreck him, squeaks and squeals coming in no short supply.
Ler:
Surprisingly formidable ler when the mood strikes him.
Most don’t suspect it to be that bad and give him full reign. They’re quickly proven wrong.
He respects boundaries of course, doesn’t ever go overboard. Takes breaks to check in and let his lee breathe every few minutes.
Loves to tease with compliments and praises. This is where he abuses his powers.
“Aww, your laugh is so cute! Who knew you’d be so ticklish?”
“That blush is just adorable, friend. You really have to show it more often!”
“I know, it really tickles here, huh? You’re doing great!”
If he’s feeling like a goober, he’ll play “Tickle Monster” and blow little raspberries on your belly. Might even make little “nom” noises while he does it to be a menace.
Loves giving tickle hugs. He’ll sneak up behind someone, koala-hug them and start wiggling his fingers into their sides. (Being short actually helps him there)
If one of his friends is upset or stressed, he’ll talk it out with them before suggesting a tickly cheer-up. If they don’t legitimately object, he’ll sweetly tease them until they’re all giggly and happy again.
SUPER sweet with aftercare. Cuddles, snacks, praises, and just general conversation. If you want to, he’d even be open to a nap.
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silverynight · 11 months
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Tanjirou, the sweetest boy, is always giving affection to others. What people suspect, but don't entirely know, is he LOVES to be touched too. The moment someone rubs his back? He falls asleep. Pats on his head? He's a blushy, smiley, mess. A hug? He's extremely happy and giggly. So when Tanjirou is at the Hashira training, practicing with another slayer, and the Hashira look over and see-?!
The slayer, petting Tanjirou's head as Tanjirou leans into them?! His cheeks are red, and when the slayer smiles and pulls him closer, putting Tanjirou's face in their neck and rubbing his back as it seems that they praise Tanjirou for doing a good job, the pillars seethe. Even more it seems like Tanjirou is about to fall asleep. HES TURNED INTO A HUMAN CAT, AND THEY WANT THE SUNSHINE KITTIES ATTENTION ON THEM ONLY😭
He looks absolutely adorable and they want to have THAT! Why is that slayer getting something they've been dreaming of for months now?
If they had known Tanjirou liked physical affection, they'd have given it to him without hesitation!
It gets even worse when Tanjirou starts nuzzling the other slayer.
Sanemi is ready to tackle the other person, but Shinobu stops him before he wakes Tanjirou up.
Instead, Muichiro and Gyomei get closer and ask the slayer to leave Tanjirou to them without making too much noise.
Fortunately, Tanjirou is too sleepy to mind being moved around.
The slayer ends up running away because the flame hashira, despite his wide grin, doesn't look too happy. But Kyojuro relaxes as soon as Gyomei hands Tanjirou to him.
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likzxgs · 29 days
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I think both lee and ler headcanons for Hunter are interesting!
Alright then! Lee and Ler hunter headcanons for you ! Also, so happy I got this request. Live laugh love hunter <33
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Hunter is surprisingly ticklish, despite his tough exterior. He tries to hide this little weakness, but once someone finds out, it becomes a thing people can and WILL tease him with.
Hunter is a lee-leaning switch. He likes to be tickled, but also enjoys getting revenge.
Now onto the headcanons!
LEE
First off— I think we all can agree that he gives strong lee vibes. 
This boy is a squirmy little pal! He kicks and wriggles and smacks— all of it. Make sure you pin him down, if you don’t wanna end up kicked. 
He is a walking ticklish spot. But he has some spots that are worst! His most ticklish spots are his knees, feet, hips, ribs and armpits. You will get some squeaky/bubbly giggles if you get his neck or ears. Super cute <3
Also, his palms are pretty ticklish. But he won’t let everyone touch his hands. He only lets close friends/partner/family touch him there. 
AND AND!! His scars are also ticklish!! Scars tickles (and tickly kisses) can make him sleepy <33
TEASING!! Teasing flusters the HECK out of him!! If you wanna make him all blushy just tease him! You’ll get the reaction super easy! 
Also, he likes praise alr. Just compliment him and he will turn into a giggly mush. 
He can’t handle anticipation tickles! It flusters him too much!! 
Also (secret 🤫) he likes when his ler “counts” his ribs. It’s very ticklish and FLUSTERING AF SKDJEKDJ
He can’t take raspberry or ticklish nibbles. A killer for him frfr.
Another secret. Not matter how much he says that he doesn’t like being tickled, he actually loves it. It’s a fun way of bonding, and physical touch.
When he gets lee moods, he tries provoking his friends to tickle him. But without saying he wants it. He can sass them, he can poke them, he can be annoying— well, he end up getting wrecked. (Win)
LER
Okay, he’s a cute lee alright. BUT HES AN EVIL LER!!
He teases, roughly tickles, attacks the worst spots, uses the best techniques to get his lee GOOD!
LIKE SKDJKSJDKDJD????
He usually pins his lee down, you know- so the tickling affects more. 
His teasing is DEFINETLY vocal and like— yk his sassy golden guard voice? LIKE SSKJDKDBRKEVEKEVE
THE TEASES HE WOULD USE. (Imma name them bcus….. I’m in a lee mood sooo 😙)
“Aww, too bad you can’t move huh?"
"Stop? Why would I stop? You're clearly loving this, just look at that smile!"
"Wow look at you squirm! Is this a bad spot? yeah? Awww, poor thing...." *while continuing to tickle right there*
"Not there? Are you sure? I think you mean right here actually, riiight on this super tickley hot spot. I might just have to stay here a while..."
"Look at you squirming around, where exactly are you trying to go?" 
"Oh, it tickles? really? Wow I never would have guessed!" 
SOME TEASES LIKE THAT AKSJSKDJDJ
Also he gives good aftercare, like cuddles for example <3
Hope you like this! 💘
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theyellowroseofsodor · 4 months
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Chapter 3 - Rails of Gold
Note: I am making a Master List of all the chapters on my pinned post about the blog. It's located at the bottom, but that way you can find each chapter easy. Hope this helps!
Camille had slept fairly soundly that night after talking with both Emily and Edward.  Her phone alarm woke her up at 5:15.  She sat up and stretched, looking around the unfamiliar room.  Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she tripped out of the sheets before grabbing a nice looking blouse and slacks, a small jewelry bag and what little makeup she had.  Whether today went swimmingly or not, she was bound and determined to look good.
She emerged from her room and went to the bathroom.  Locking it behind her she proceeded to shower and clean herself up.  She grabbed her phone and earbuds, turning on anything pop or dance to boost herself up.  She looked herself over after some time and after fixing her hair back in a hairband, she took a deep breath, removed the earbuds and headed out.
As she entered the kitchen, Edward and Emily were there to greet her dressed in dress clothes that matched their livery with their number sewn on the breast.
“Good morning, Camille.  Have a good sleep?”  Emily asked.
Camille smiled and nodded, “Better than I have in a while.  Although, I did feel a bit bad that Gordon never came in.”
Edward chuckled, “Like I told you last night, Gordon is undoubtedly fine.  He’s not usually someone you will ever have to worry about.”
Emily snickered, “Unless he gets stuck on his hill.”
“What’s that mean?” Camille asked.
The two of the bigger engines began to laugh.  Edward spoke up, “That’s a story that’s better for after work.”
James jumped directly behind Camille with a “boo!” just then causing the smaller engine to yelp and duck.
“James!” Edward scolded.
Camille smiled with a laugh and turned to her would-be attacker, “Oh you wanna play games, do you?”
James grinned, happy with her response, “You ready for your first day, newbie?”
Camille responded with a confident look, “Bring it on, Johnny Red.”
“How are all of you so energetic in the mornings?” yawned a sleepy Thomas, his blue hair a mess going everywhere.
James looked at Thomas in disgust, “Aren’t you going to fix your hair?”
Thomas shook his head, his beach boy style hair swishing around, “What does it matter if I do it now or not?  It’s not like the passengers ever see.”
“He’s got a point.” Edward said, taking a sip of his drink.
James scrunched his nose and went to grab himself a cup of coffee.  Emily nodded towards the coffee pot, “Would you like a cup?”
Camille shook her head, “I don’t drink coffee, thanks though.”
Thomas smiled, “I don’t like it either.  Gordon drinks it black.” He stuck his tongue out.
“I don’t like the jitters and then I’m crazy silly giggly after a while.  Makes me too hyper.” Camille laughed, “However, I will drink an energy drink on occasion for special circumstances.”
“What circumstances would that be?” James asked.
Camille shrugged, “Going to a dance, maybe going to the roller rink, just hanging out with friends.”
The four engines looked at her a little confused, “What’s a roller rink?”
“Y’know, it’s a slick floor where you can just rollerblade, or in our case, roll around on our wheels.  It’s a big circle, people race, or dance.  There’s usually a snack bar and a few tables.”
They all looked at her blankly.
Camille seemed a little shocked, “Really?  No one?”
Emily shook her head, “Never had anything like that here on Sodor.”
“Oh my gosh, you guys are missing out.  Maybe we could make something like that.  It’s so much fun.”
Thomas nodded, “It sounds like it!  A place to just relax and hang out.”
“I like the idea of showing off my moves.”  James said with a small dance.
Edward glanced at his watch and grabbed his coat, “Time to go.”
The three with drinks put their now empty cups in the sink and headed down the stairs to the front door.  Thomas and Camille followed.  Edward turned around by the front door, trying to fix Thomas’ hair a little. Thomas griped at him with a mumble of, “I’m fine, dad.” James snickered.
Heading down the stairs they met a rather tall male engine dressed in black suit with gold trim and the number 51 on one breast and the name Hiro on the other.
Camille blinked at his height thinking to herself ‘There seem to be a lot of large engines here.’
“Good Morning Hiro.”  Emily said with a smile, “Come here with Henry last night?”
The Japanese engine smiled kindly at her, “Good morning, Emily and all of you.  Yes, it was beginning to storm with spring here and I would rather Henry not be out there by himself.”
“That’s very kind of you, Hiro.  I’m sure Henry loved and appreciated having the company.” Edward said.
Hiro nodded and noticed Camille, “Oh my! I didn’t expect to see a new face today.  I apologize for not introducing myself, I am Hiro.”
Camille smiled back, “Hello Hiro, I’m Camille.”
“They call him The Master of the Railway.” Thomas told her.
Hiro laughed, “That they do, but I promise I am very kind.”  He smiled at her.  It felt so genuine and soft that Camille couldn’t help but feel brighter being around him, “If you need anything at all, please don’t hesitate to ask.”  He held the door open for the others.
There were those words again. It felt like everyone was doing their best to make her feel welcome. Camille felt comfortable and happy standing with the others. No hesitation to ask anything at all. 
“I won’t.  Thank you so much for your kindness.” Camille said, exiting the manor.
As she walked to the sheds, she saw Gordon and his team getting ready.  Everyone began to shift, ready for their fireboxes to be lit and to get to work.  Camille watched as each found a berth, greeting their driver and firemen.  She felt that familiar feeling of her heart racing and the butterflies forming in her belly.  Even though most everyone had been kind to her and were genuinely friendly, she couldn’t help feeling nervous.
“Camille, over here!”
She turned to see Edan and Dallas beside the shed.  She smiled and ran up to them.
“Ready for the day, lass?” Edan asked.
“I hope so.” She said honestly with a grin.
They nodded and gave her space to shift.  For whatever reason, shifting to her engine form this time reminded her of the first time she had ever done so.  It was such an odd tingling feeling as her body reorganized and changed itself into the new shape.  She remembered being afraid that it would hurt, but the gold dust that surrounded her calmed all anxieties she had, almost like the feeling of a warm hug.  Over time it had felt no different from walking or driving, it had become a part of her.  Today though, that warm hug feeling came back.  She blinked away teary emotions as the thought crossed her mind that it was her builder, her father, giving her a hug on this big important first day.
Feeling her wheels on the rails, Camille gave a little shake and threw her doors open for Edan and Dallas.
“That’s new.” Edan chuckled.
“What?” She asked, concerned.
“Not very many engines open their doors for their workers, it was just a nice change.” Dallas told her.
“Well, I’m not like very many engines.” Camille replied proudly.  She felt the warmth of her fire starting and the familiar feeling of having someone in her cab.
The men laughed.  “No, Camille, you are not.”
A whistle, deep and loud sounded.  Gordon had entered the turntable and was leaving first.
“Express coming through!” He shouted.
Camille cocked an eyebrow as she drove forward next to Thomas, “Why would he say that?  He doesn’t even have his coaches connected to him.”
Thomas laughed, “Gordon is a very proud engine and he likes to let everyone know it.”
She rolled her eyes with a laugh, “Oh oh-kay.”
Each engine took their turns on the turntable and drove away from Tidmouth sheds.  Camille followed Thomas to the yard to get the coaches ready for everyone.  She looked around excited and nervous.  Everything was hustle and bustle.
She ended up on the rails next to Thomas, looking around at her new working grounds, “Welcome to Knapford Station, Camille!”
“It’s so busy!” Camille said.
“You’ll get used to it, don't worry.” Thomas laughed, “But first we’re going to get everyone’s coaches and cars ready.  I’ll get–”
Before Thomas could finish speaking, the loud poop poop of Gordon’s whistle blew, “THOMAAAASSS!!” he thundered.
Thomas looked irritated and defeated all at once.  He sighed annoyed, “First, let’s take care of Gordon before he blows a gasket.”
Camille laughed, “We’re not even late, are we?”
“No, we’re not.” Thomas led the way to the coaches, “I’ll grab Sir Proudbutt his coaches if you’ll get James his goods train for today.  We’re already on the right rails to do so.”
Thomas stopped suddenly though upon seeing the troublesome trucks on Camille’s rail, “On second thought,” he reversed, “Why don’t you take the coaches to Gordon?  Those trucks are known for being trouble and I would rather you not have to deal with them on your first day.”
If Camille could’ve shrugged, she would have.  She allowed Thomas to pull in front of her and then headed towards the express coaches.  After being coupled, she heaved and hoe’d as she got used to their weight, pushing them towards the big engine.  She noticed steam hissing from Gordon impatiently and decided it was probably best to be kind instead of getting irritated.
“Sorry Gordon!  Thomas didn’t want me grabbing the trucks and so I had to switch tracks to get to your coaches.”  She was uncoupled and Gordon’s passengers climbed aboard.
Gordon was flustered.  He still didn’t exactly know how to approach Camille with the new information Percy had shared to him and Henry last night, “Ah, er.. Thank you, regardless, Camille.”
“You’re good to go, big boy!” She said with a grin as she watched the last of the passengers board, and she backed down the tracks to get back to Thomas.
A light dusting of pink colored Gordon’s cheeks at the nickname.  Again, he had no idea how to respond to her.  The guard at the side snickered at Gordon’s blushing and then quickly turned away when Gordon glared at him.  The guard blew his whistle, signaling Gordon’s departure.  Gordon whistled proudly and left.
“Express coming through!” He shouted once again.
Camille, in the yard, heard him and couldn’t help but laugh, “Now this is when it makes sense to say that.”
Thomas had returned from helping James with his coaches and was coupled to Annie and Clarabell, “Annie, Clarabell, this is Camille.  She’s our newest teammate.”
The two coaches seemed very pleased with seeing the new engine.
“How do you do, my dear? I am Annie-”
“-and I am Clarabell.  It’s so nice to see another young lady on the lines I will say.”
Camille nodded, “A pleasure meeting you ladies too.  Sodor is a wonderful place from what I’ve seen and I can’t help but think I’ll be very happy here.  Thomas has been very kind to help me out.”
The coaches chuckled and with a smile said, “Our Thomas will take great care of you, we assure you.  He’ll do his absolute best.”
Thomas blushed at their kind words.  Camille smiled, it was nice seeing an engine and his coaches get along.
“Actually, Camille.  This is where my shift with you ends and Percy’s begins.  I have to head to the next station.”  Thomas said a bit sadly, “If I could stay longer I would.”
Percy pulled up with a pip and smiled, “Don’t worry Thomas!  I’ll take good care of Camille.”
Camille smiled, “It’s OK, Thomas.  I’m not a newbuild, I’ll be alright with Percy.  We will catch up later.”
Thomas grinned at her and his best friend, “Alright then you two!  I’ll see you around!” and with that he whistled and left.
Camille and Percy watched him leave and then smiled at each other, “Ready to clean up the yard?”
“This place could use a bit of feminine touch, I do think so.” Camille responded.
Percy laughed, “Let’s get this place running ship shape, as Salty would say.”
They began to move cars and clean up.  They were doing well when Camille couldn’t help but ask, “Hey Percy?  Who’s Salty?”
—-
Camille was fairly tired when the day was coming to a close.  Even though the engines would take breaks and had their own break area to chat and talk about their individual days, Camille wanted to do her very best and kept her nose to the grindstone as it were.  
Edward and Emily had both complimented her on her work but reminded her to take a few breathers every now and then.  It was going on 3 when she finally decided to take their advice.  In the break room, there were couches, a coffee table, a small kitchenette and in the corner of the room a hammock.
Camille was beginning to wonder if the hammock had magical properties as it seemed that each break there it was taunting her with the thought of a nap.  This time she gave in.  She laid in the rather large hammock with a happy groan.
“Ohhhhh yeah…”  She rested her head on the blue Nor’Western Railway pillow.  This almost felt better than the bed she had slept on last night.
She heard Thomas and Percy laughing from outside the break room.  As they entered the room, they glanced at Camille and immediately stopped laughing.
Percy looked a little panicked, “Camille, you can’t nap there.”
Camille opened one eye, “What?  Why not?  Edward told me earlier that I could take a small nap if I wanted.”
“Yeah on the couch.” Thomas said, glancing out the window to the station, “Not the hammock.”
“Why not the hammock?” she grumbled, sitting up and sitting pretzel style.
Percy yelped, “Ahh!  Don’t put your shoes on it!”
Camille panicked as well, “OK, OK, OK.  Shoes off.” She removed her shoes but didn’t get off, “What’s the deal with this hammock?  Sir Topham Hatt doesn’t relax here so….?”
“It’s Gordon’s hammock and Gordon doesn’t like others touching his things.”  Thomas explained.
Camille sighed and rolled her eyes, “Of course it belongs to grumpy gus.”
“Yeah and Gordon has a tendency to…punish those who mess with him or his stuff.” Percy mumbled.
Camille looked between the two, “Like…what?”
“He drug me around the island when I was pretty new here.”  Thomas said with a blush, scratching his cheek with a single finger.  “I um… Well I was teasing him and I kept waking him up from his naps because, well, I didn’t nap and felt like he didn’t really need to.”  He chuckled when he looked at Camille sheepishly, “Let’s just say he took off with the express before I could be uncoupled.”
“Oh gosh….!” Camille said, “That sounds… less than fun.”
Thomas chuckled again, “Yeah that’s one way to put it.”
They all laughed but were silenced once they heard Gordon’s familiar whistle.
“Get off, get off, get off.” Percy panic whispered.
Camille went to jump out but her leg and wheel got caught in the holes of the hammock as she hopped out.  She flopped upside down on her face.  Percy panicked and Thomas rushed over to help her get unstuck.  The heavy footsteps of Gordon’s boots were getting closer.  He couldn’t see what was happening inside as it was one-way glass for privacy of the engines.
Percy jumped for the couch and hid himself in a nearby magazine.  Thomas continued to try to get Camille untangled as she looked at him with a look that screamed HELP.
It was too late though, the door swung open.  Gordon groaned, his eyes closed as he removed his hat and massaged the back of his neck.  When he opened them, he was taken aback.  There was Thomas kneeling next to Camille, his hands wrapped around her ankle, and there was Camille, upside down half on the floor, her blouse slowly rolled up her torso exposing her stomach.  She was blushing madly, Thomas was gaping at Gordon silently.  Percy tried to melt into the couch.
“Ha ha ha…. Hi Gordon…” Thomas said, breaking the silence.
Camille twitched, she felt like a seagull trapped in a net.  She tried to do a pull up and untangle herself once more only to fall back helplessly.  She closed her eyes, wishing death could claim her from this embarrassing situation.  She resigned herself to its cold embrace, thinking of all the ways this day had just gone wrong.  She couldn’t look him in the eyes and decided to cover her face with her hands.
She went to the If I can’t see him, he can’t see me mentality.  She heard his heavy steps approach her and Thomas.  Thomas backed up, letting Gordon closer, “It was an accident Gordon, she didn’t know that this was your hammock.”
Gordon didn’t respond.  Camille could feel him standing over her and shrunk backwards towards the floor to the best of her abilities.
She made a surprised noise when she realized Gordon was leaning over and helping untangle her from the roped mess.  She peeked through her fingers as she felt him touch her ankle and unwrap the ropes and then her wheel.  He even carefully lowered the rest of her body to the floor.
Camille sat up, “Ummm… Thank you, Gordon.  I wouldn’t have laid down if I had known.  Thomas and Percy showed up after I had fallen asleep.”
Gordon looked at her quietly and then at Thomas and Percy, who quickly turned away from the two.
“I… wanted to apologize for how…brash I was last night.”  He held out his hand to help her up, which she took, “I overheard Sir Topham Hatt talking with Edward today about how pleased he was with your work today.  He said that you really cleaned up the yard and he was happy with how useful you were.”
Camille realized she hadn’t blinked in a while and then smiled at the big engine, “Well, thank you Gordon.  I appreciate the apology.” She looked down at her hands nervously before looking at him, “I owe you an apology too.  I was nervous and the past couple of days before coming to Sodor were… less than agreeable.  I shouldn’t have gotten upset with you. I’m also sorry.”
She turned from him and brushed off some dirt that had been left over from her heels and straightened the pillow back.  She moved out of his way and beamed again, “It’s all yours!”
As he sat down, she made her way back to the door, “I should probably get back to being useful again.”  She accidentally bumped her elbow on the doorknob and chuckled, embarrassed, before exiting and running back to the yard.
Gordon just stared at the door after her.  He contemplated all that had just happened, unsure of what to make of it.  He shook his head and went to lay down when he felt eyes on his back.
He scowled and looked at Thomas and Percy who seemed to be in shock.
“What are you two little engines looking at?”
Thomas glared at his tone while Percy spoke up, “You didn’t get mad at her.  You normally get all bent out of shape with any of us that lay in your hammock.  Like James, who you spun out of it just the other week.”
Gordon grumbled, “She’s new.  She didn’t know any better.”  He laid down and put his hat over his face, shielding it from the light.
Thomas and Percy just looked at each other and shrugged before heading to the kitchenette for some snacks.  Thomas did smack Percy on the back of the head though.
“What was that for?”  Percy asked, astonished.
Thomas grumbled, “You were less than helpful for that whole ordeal.”
Percy giggled a little, “When it comes to Gordon and his anger, sometimes it’s survival of the fittest.  Or those who melt into couches anyway.”
—-
Earlier that day
Gordon had been sitting at the Vicarstown station waiting as passengers loaded and unloaded.  His day had gone pretty well, all things considered.  He was even thinking about a small nap there when he heard the familiar whistle of his brother.
He groaned and rolled his eyes as the engine backed his train down the platform next to him.  The Flying Scotsman grinned at his brother when he hissed to a stop.
“Hello Gordon!  Fancy meeting you here.”
“We see each other almost every day, Scotsman.” He grumbled.
“And yet, you never seem happy to see me.”  Scotsman pouted playfully, “Don’t you love me?”
Gordon scoffed and rolled his eyes, causing the other engine to laugh.
“Alright, Gordon, you’ll be happy to know I’m not going to tease you so much today.  I’m wanting to hear how Spitfire’s first day is going, if you know any details.”  The big green engine said with a grin.
“Spitfire?” Gordon asked, confused.
Scotsman rolled his eyes, “Camille!  The new engine on your team!  She was a lot of fun to talk to and be around yesterday, I was hoping I’d hear from her at least at some point today.”
Gordon seemed a bit guilty at the mention of Camille.  It wasn’t lost on Scotsman.  He gave his brother a disappointed look, “What did you do?”
Gordon came right out of his funk and glared at Scotsman, “Why are you accusing me of doing something?  I’ve hardly spoken to the girl.”
Scotsman sighed, “Well, I hope you treated her better than you treat me.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Oh Gordon, you know full well we aren’t on the best of terms because of some sort of rivalry you’ve established between the two of us.”  Scotsman thought for a second, “You didn’t treat her poorly because of her fame did you?”
Gordon was becoming annoyed at the interrogation, “No!  Of course not!  She’s not even that famous!”
“But you did call her a little engine and  you also made fun of her size.”  Thomas said, pulling up. He wasn’t about to let Gordon get off so easily, “You could’ve really hurt her feelings.”
Gordon growled at Thomas and then looked back at his brother who was sternly looking at him.  He hated that, when Scotsman seemed to think that he needed to lecture him.  Him!  His older brother, no matter how big Scotsman may think he was.
“I’m going to apologize.”  He directed towards Scotsman, ignoring Thomas, “I… wasn’t informed of her situation until afterwards.”
“What situation?”  Thomas asked.
“That’s none of your concern.” Gordon growled.
“Oh, but it’s yours?”  Thomas retorted.
“It’s alright, Thomas.”  Scotsman said calmly, “Not many people know about Camille’s situation and I’m sure however Gordon came upon this information, it was through the proper channels.”
Gordon winced inwardly thinking of how he was informed by Percy of all engines.  But that got Thomas to stop pestering him and he puffed away.
Scotsman glanced at his brother, “Gordon, I think the two of us know better than any engine on this island how important family is and how things can be easily…upset.”
Gordon stayed quiet, not wanting to remember the other siblings he and Scotsman had shared.  None of them got along with each of the two living Gresley’s but it was still a subject Gordon would like to have kept taboo.
“I never said anything about her family or her upbringing, but I did say something… stupid nonetheless.”  Gordon confessed, “I didn’t know how alone she was and how that would have affected her.”
“Tell me all you did was tease her about her size.” Scotsman said.
“I may have said something along those lines…and her usefulness as a small engine.”  Gordon responded through gritted teeth.
“Not your best moment, little brother.”
That got Gordon chuffing and spluttering, “Would you stop calling me that?  We’re practically the same size and you’re the younger brother.”
Scotsman smirked and stuck his chin out, “Younger.  Not littler.”
The green tender engine laughed as his brother spluttered some more, “But in all seriousness Gordon, please be nice to her.  At least try, for me?”
Gordon looked at his brother, confused, “What is she to you?  You’ve hardly known her.”
Scotsman looked away with a far off smile, “Yes, that’s true.  But I also remember what it was like to be separated from my family and what it’s like to feel the pressure of everyone knowing your name.”
Gordon was quiet, listening to his brother.  He didn’t often talk about his time in America unless it was to boast, but he was stuck there for a while and whether Gordon liked to admit it or not there had been a time when he worried he would never see his younger brother again.  It was a very real possibility that Camille was experiencing something similar.
“She talks a big talk and she’s a perky little thing, but I also know all too well that that kind of personality can be the biggest cover up.”  Scotsman finished.
Gordon pondered that statement for a second, “Do you ever feel that way, Scotsman?”
When his brother didn’t answer, Gordon pushed a little, “Scot?”
Scotsman just grinned at his brother as the guard whistled, “That’s my signal, Gordon.  We’ll talk next time.”
He whistled loudly as Gordon watched his brother with mild concern.
The big grin on Scotsman 's face never left, “Flying Scotsman coming through!!”  He winked and with that, he left.
Gordon watched him leave, feeling like now he had more to apologize for then before.  The whistle for him to leave sounded shortly after and he drove back in silence.
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Regressor! Alejandro w/ Caregiver! Heather Headcanons
•Alejandro was extremely nervous to tell Heather about his regression. He thought she would think it was weird or gross.
•Heather didn’t really think it was gross, she just thought it was a bit weird at first. She didn’t understand it that well and wasn’t sure why he did it.
•Alejandro explained to her that it was a coping mechanism from all the trauma he had gone through during his childhood and from being on the show.
•Heather still thought it was weird, but understood it a little more. She didn’t know if she wanted to be involved in the whole thing, which was completely fine with Alejandro. He didn’t want to make her see him regressed if she wasn’t comfortable with it.
•After a couple months, Heather had brought the topic back up and said she wanted to help out with the whole thing. She’d done a lot of research and saw that some regressors had caregivers. She really wanted to be there with him and be supportive.
•The first time Alejandro regressed around her, he was around the age of four years old. He was definitely the sweetest toddler Heather had ever seen. All he wanted to do that day was cuddle with her, which Heather was more than happy to do.
•Once Alejandro grew more comfortable regressing around Heather, he would end up regressing younger with her.
•The first time he went into babyspace with her, was also the first time he had ever called her “Mama”.
•It was a complete accident, Alejandro was too young and far in his headspace to realize what he was doing. All he knew was that he wanted his Mama.
•It happened when Heather had left him alone to get his bottle. Alejandro had started crying while repeating the word “Mama” until she finally came back.
•Heather felt mixed emotions about the new title. She thought it was sweet that he thought of her as a motherly figure while he was little, but the way he was crying while saying it broke her heart.
•Once Alejandro was back in his normal headspace, they talked about the whole nickname. Heather was completely fine with it, so it just stuck. That’s what Alejandro refers to her as whenever he’s small.
•Heather’s really good at telling what Alejandro wants/needs whenever he starts crying. His cries have some differences whenever he’s regressed back to a baby, so she knows exactly what they mean. She knows when he’s hungry, thirsty, bored, needs changing, sleepy, etc.
•Heather loves dressing Alejandro up in cute outfits. Sometimes she takes forever to find an outfit for the day because they all looks so cute on him. He goes through a lot of outfits during the day because of this.
•Alejandro is very clingy, and just wants to be around Heather at all times. He’s constantly following her around like a little puppy.
•Alejandro loves being picked up and carried around, which Heather can do, just for short periods of time. She can’t carry him around constantly, he’s bigger than her so it’s a bit of a challenge. But she does carry/hold him as much as she can.
•Heather always uses pet names for him. The ones she uses the most are “Baby”, “Baby boy”, “Pumpkin”, “Angel”, “Honey”, and “Sweetheart”.
•Heather praises Alejandro constantly. She knows he needs it, due to the lack of praise from his parents. Every time Alejandro gets praised for something, even if it’s something small, he always gets so happy and giggly.
•Alejandro has a lot of nightmares/flashbacks about when he was in the robot. Heather’s always there to help comfort him and get him calmed down whenever it happens.
•One of Alejandro’s favorite ways to show affection is by giving Heather pacifier kisses. Every time they’re cuddling, Heather always feels Alejandro giving her a kiss on the cheek with his paci in his mouth. She genuinely thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.
•If Alejandro’s teeny tiny, he loves pulling on Heather’s hair. He doesn’t mean to hurt her or anything, that’s just another way he shows his love and appreciation.
•But every time he is that small, Heather always puts her hair up. So instead of pulling her hair, he’ll just tug at her shirt while squealing and giggling.
•Alejandro can be a very, very giggly baby. Sometimes, the entire time he’s regressed, he’ll just giggle the entire time. Mainly because Heather keeps doing/showing him stuff that makes him laugh.
•Alejandro needs a lot of reassurance, especially while he’s regressed. Heather doesn’t mind giving him almost hour long talks about how important and special he is. She just wants him to be happy.
•Since Alejandro regresses so young, he’s prone to having accidents every now and then. He was incredibly embarrassed about it at first, and he still is just not as bad, but Heather doesn’t care. She doesn’t make fun of him or tease him in anyway. She’ll help him get changed and cleaned up, then comfort him until he feels better.
•If Alejandro’s in an “older” headspace and feels comfortable with it, Heather will take him out to go shopping for new toys.
•Heather really loves taking him anywhere. She mainly takes him out to lesser known areas, such as trails so he can get out of the house and explore new places.
•Heather isn’t the best when it comes to dealing with Alejandro’s temper tantrums. She never yells at him or anything like that, but she does get really frustrated and annoyed with them at times.
•When that happens, she’ll just put Alejandro in his timeout area and leave the room until he’s done throwing a fit. She knows it’s probably not the best way to deal with it, but it’s definitely not the worst. Plus, he normally does calm down soon after being put in timeout.
•Alejandro loves making Heather little drawings. He’ll even put glitter glue on most of them because he knows she likes it.
•A lot of the time if Heather has her hair up in a ponytail, Alejandro will whine about how he wants his hair in a ponytail too. He’ll just carry on until his hair is up, just like his Mama’s.
•Alejandro is a very picky eater, in and out of his headspace, but it’s somehow even worse when he’s little. If his food isn’t perfect, he refuses to eat it.
•It’s really difficult to get him to eat well balanced meals. A lot of the time, Heather just has to give him something like fruit, crackers, yogurt, popcorn, etc because he won’t eat anything else.
•Alejandro isn’t a huge fan of sweets when his big, but when he’s small he does enjoy them. He mainly likes chocolate, specifically chocolate chip cookies. So if he’s been very well behaved, Heather will reward him with a cookie.
•He also really likes chocolate milk, which Heather often gives to him in the morning or if he’s had a rough day.
•Sometimes, Alejandro will refuses to eat his food unless Heather feeds him. Heather finds it ridiculous, yet a bit funny at the same time
•Alejandro is very spoiled, but he definitely isn’t a spoiled brat. Heather just really enjoys spoiling him and he’s a very grateful baby.
•If Alejandro’s fussy over nothing, Heather will put him on her lap and start bouncing him up and down. It works nine out of ten times.
•If that doesn’t work, then she’ll lay down on his play mat for tummy time, which does end up calming him down if bouncing him didn’t work.
•Whenever Alejandro wants to play a game, like hide and seek for example, and he’s around the age of two, Heather always has to remember to hide somewhere easy.
•Otherwise if he can’t find her after about a minute, Alejandro will just start sobbing while crying out for her. Poor little guy doesn’t really understand how the game works.
•Heather bought him a shirt that says “Mama’s Boy” on it. She got it for him as a joke, but it’s one of Alejandro’s favorite shirts when he’s regressed. Little Alejandro is a proud mama’s boy.
•Heather has ended up becoming pretty good at understanding Spanish, because on rare occasions when Alejandro regresses, he will only speak Spanish.
•Alejandro makes Heather watch a lot of children’s movies with him because he was always too busy for them when he was a kid.
•Alejandro can be extremely emotional when he’s regressed. Sometimes, he’ll just cry the entire time, and that’s okay. Heather’s always there to keep him company and she’ll just let him cry until he feels better.
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🧚🏼‍♀️ happy 4/20, here to bless u with the thought of smoking weed with Billy Hargrove.
That floaty feeling, everything is heightened, just holding his hand feels funny. Giggling at stupid jokes he would usually scoff at and you would usually feel too embarrassed to make.
Looking at each other like “woah that person is *fucking* beautiful.”
Sigh, melting
damn, i hadn’t even remembered what day it is. but i quite love this idea, so thank you.
he sits you down on his bed, opening both of his windows—which is rare, but no one else is home—and rolls for you and everything. and after awhile he gets all giggly, which is the main reason you even do this with him anyhow, just so you can see him like this.
you tell him anything, a stupid dad joke, even an immature sex joke, something someone said in class, or remark on anything, and he’s gone. billy hargrove giggling is something you never want to miss. ever. he’s also extra touchy, which says a lot, when he’s high. like pouts if he’s not touching you in some way.
and eventually the giggles fade away, but he’s still holding your leg, and he turns to look at you. “fuck me,” he says. because you’re so beautiful he might cry. and honestly, you could do the same with how sleepy and soft he looks, curls all frizzy, shirt messed up. gorgeous, gorgeous boy.
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idk idk idk but sd boys and period sex?? if that’s something you aren’t into or aren’t willing to write that’s perfectly fine but i think they would be into it
Absolutely!! I have answered a similar ask, and it’s 100% yes! I’ve thought about how SD!Josh would be into that so much if you are, especially because it means that you trust him. He’s happy to have you no matter what and reassures you of that any way he can. Teasing about how the orgasm can help your cramps. Like sleepy morning sex that’s full of giggly kisses and touches, whimpering in your ear how good you feel and how beautiful you are (and how much this turns him on).
Jake is a little more primal about it, like the visual of the mess it makes drives him insane 👀 may or may not have a blood kink…will have to explore than one I believe
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Just had a thought. Apparently Chris Evans has/ does smoke weed and I was thinking what's he like when he's high does he go frat boy jumping around bro that and that or is he a puppy when he's high like giggly and sweet maybe energetic but after he crashes is super sleepy, and seb probs tested it in college he definitely seems like he would go sweet but dopey. Anyhoe lots of love <3
Yeah!
I think the original article/public thing Chris has said about weed comes from The Hollywood Reporter:
“It’s exactly what you think it is,” Evans says. “A lot of young actors. A lack of parental supervision. A lot of, uh, debauchery. You make a lot of strange connections with a lot of thirsty people, but you kind of are one of the thirsty people, too. It was a great time. It really was. It’s like the L.A. welcoming committee. The same kids I met there are probably still kicking around, meeting the new batch of kids and showing them where to buy weed. You had to know that, back then. You couldn’t just walk into a store.”
So how does that work these days, for you? Can Captain America just walk up in the dispensary?
“You know, I’ve chilled out on weed,” Evans says. “I used to love it, but now I think it’s the one thing that gets in my way. It zaps your motivation. I think apathy kind of bleeds in, and you start to think, ‘Well, I’m not apathetic, I just don’t feel like doing that.’ And it’s like, no — you would feel like doing that if you weren’t stoned. And, you know — I’m 37. I can’t be smoking weed all the time. That’s crazy.”
But also, if I'm not insane, I remember Mackie talking up Chris' ability to roll joints at one point? Although, take that with a massive grain of salt because I can't find the source for that. I may have imagined it haha. Whatever, either way-
Y-E-S
You are entirely fucking right.
"frat boy jumping around bro" OR "puppy... like giggly and sweet maybe energetic but after he crashes is super sleepy"
I see more of the crashing, giggly, sweet puppy than I see the frat bro considering that from the man himself, he says it chills him out so much that he doesn't get shit done. But also, I just think that makes sense for him. It's what I would've thought without hearing him talk about it. Because as much as I love Frat Boy Evans, he turns into a Frat Bro when he's drunk, so... weed would be the opposite, right?
I mean, I don't think that's how things actually work but, it's how I'm imagining it so whatever lol
Plus, now that you have me thinking about it... I'm picturing Chris slouched down real low on an overstuffed couch, smiling with his eyes basically closed, they're so heavily lidded, laughing a little at nothing as he puffs on a joint. He keeps gently whacking himself in the chest and stomach as he laughs. He's still not really laughing at anything and any sober person there would plainly be able to see that but... surrounded by a bunch of other stoners it just carries them along on residual laughter. It's lazy and easy and playful; the only thing on the docket is maybe some video games and music and slurred, incomprehensible conversation. Oh, and naps too. Naps will for sure fucking happen because they haven't got anywhere to be, anything to do, just soaking in the relaxing high.
(Also I keep thinking about Chris getting high with Seb or someone he's dating at the time-- girlfriend, or whoever--and full-on nuzzling his face into their arm or chest. He just fucking loves them and feels safe with them. So, he just nuzzles in and huffs out this little laugh, happy about it, and then, he most definitely will hum out of pure pleasure if they sink their fingers into his hair to play with it. He loves that shit when he's high.)
And for Sebastian...
You are one thousand percent correct, he would go dopey and sweet. Even sweeter than Chris. I mean, Chris he goes get a little puppy-like but it's more pure relaxation. For Sebastian, I feel like it would bring out complete sweetness in him.
Like, he's giggly and silly at first but then as time goes on and he gets higher and higher... he'd go so sweet that he ends up being empty-headed. Lots of staring at nothing, losing time, just being. He smiles and laughs but doesn't really know what's funny, he just feels all space-y.
Which, is completely ADORABLE. By anyone's standards. He's just so simple and sweet when high.
(That or, depending on what strain Seb has or how he gets high--smoking, edibles, drinking, etc--he might not be empty-headed sweet but instead a fucking rascal. I can see that based on how Sebastian sometimes gets bratty and sarcastic, so he might turn into even more of a combative little brat lmao. Especially if he's getting high with Mackie. I feel like they'd be liable to get into giggle fits where they end up poking or slapping each other like literal children. And Seb would tease back or make very, very inappropriate jokes, disregarding his own blush for the stupid honor of one-upping Anthony's shenanigans.)
And get the boys high together...
They would be a pile of mush.
Chris and Sebastian just pile on top of each other and melt. Laughing and cuddling and trying to convince each other that they should start hooking up but... neither of them actually end up starting anything beyond some lazy open-mouth kisses, huffs of laughs plus lopsided smiles pressed into shoulders and chests, and slow, uncoordinated grinding. It's quite the sight.
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