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This was the perfect plan! You thought as you ran to Asmo’s room. You were wearing the cute outfit he picked out for you when you were little. Well…one of the many. As much as Asmo liked spoiling himself, he liked spoiling you just as much. You had an entire closet in one of the spare rooms specifically dedicated to clothes he bought for you. Big and little clothes.
So you ran to his room, knowing it was earlier in the morning so he was probably doing his makeup. You were feeling especially playful, so you had a plan in mind on how to get him to spend time with you. With Beel’s help, it would be perfect. You had already discussed what you’d do. It was Asmo’s day with you, but you specifically needed help from Beel for this exact task.
You didn’t even knock, and burst right in with a wide smile. “DADDY!” And ran up to him at his vanity and tackled him to the ground. He was tougher than he looked, you knew he could have stayed standing but he would entertain you just about any time. “I WANNA PLAY A GAME!” You were so excited you yelled every word, and you were sure some of your other daddies would hear it, but think it was just as cute as ever.
“A game?” He reached up to grab both sides of your face, cradling your cheeks. “What kind of game does my honey wanna play?” Asmo smiled at you, mirroring your wide grin. He tilted his head in the cute way he typically did, and started to kiss your face, cheeks, forehead, nose, chin, everywhere.
“Daddy!” You giggled, and tried to pull your face away from him playfully, only to have him continue and hold you close. So you decided to get back at him, by kissing him everywhere on his face as well. “Daddy! No kisses! Just play time!” The giggles couldn’t be stopped and you leaned forward to look at him, your forehead placed against his.
“Yes, yes, I’m listening honey.” He sighed, just happy to know he got to spend the day with you. Asmo reached over to boop your nose, and he giggled to himself as well. “Whatever game you wanna play, I’ll do it.” Though he wasn’t particularly good at video games, he would always do it if you did so much as imply you wanted him to.
“Hide and seek! Come find me!” And you jumped up and ran straight out of the room. You didn’t give him time to process, but you knew he’d play along. You heard him start counting before you darted to the kitchen. Your plan would be perfect.
Beel was waiting for you there, and he stopped eating to look at you with a smile. “Ready?” He said and you made an “uppies” motion. He laughed at just how cute you were, and he lifted you to the top of the fridge. From there, you hid in the cabinet above it. Beel had already cleared it out for you, knowing your “master plan”. It was pretty large, so you fit in with no problem. They had to make it much bigger to accommodate Beel's food, so it was perfect!
From there you waited. You heard Beel snacking, but nothing else for several minutes. It took a while, but you heard Asmo enter the room calling “Honey, where are youuuu?” You had to try very hard not to giggle, and covered your mouth with your hands to hold them in.
“Beel, have you seen our baby?” He asked, and you heard him rummage around the room, in the pantry and under the tables. “Hm…” He sounded deep in thought, before continuing, “Guess they’re not in here! I’ll go look in their room.” You couldn’t hear his footsteps as he left, but everything was pretty muffled from this pantry.
You giggled, thinking he left the room but the door swung open and Asmo was sitting there, crouched down on top of the fridge. “There’s my honey!” He reached in and pulled you out, carrying you in his arms as he hopped down with you. “What a clever little spot! I’ll be sure to check there from now on, for next time we play!”
“Daddy!” The laughter continued as he cradled you and kissed your head, “How did you find me?” You struggled to get out of his arms, but you both knew you didn’t really want to. You always felt so safe in all your daddy's arms. “I was so sneak!” You reached up and held his face and looked at him very seriously. “Are you psych…psych…”
“Psychic? Maybe so. I wouldn’t tell you if I was!” He looked mischievous, and set you down on the counter. He smoothed out the creases off your outfit, and stood before you smiling wickedly. “Maybe I would. You and only you.” His look then turned more wholesome, a genuine smile and he started to tickle your sides.
You dissolved into giggles and tried to tickle him back but he wasn’t that ticklish. He played along though, and let out the cutest giggles. “You’re so cute, honey!” He stopped tickling you, and then picked you back up just to carry you to his room. “I have a game now!” He said, setting you on his lap as he sat down at his vanity.
“Game? I likes games!” Your smile is still very present on your face, as he started to grab stuff from his position even if he couldn’t reach everything. He looked deep in thought, closing his eyes, only to open one eye to look right at you and feign as if he was caught.
“How about…my honey does my makeup today?” He said, and pulled you even closer, if it was possible. There wasn’t much space between you, and he helped you up as you looked at all of his makeup…of which…there was a lot. “Whatever you’d like! I’ll proudly wear it around the dorms just showing how happy I am to be with you.” It was cheesy, and he found himself giggling right back at you.
“Otay daddy!” You said as you picked up some makeup that might look good on him. But let’s face it, anything would look good on him.
It was a rare opportunity to do his makeup, and you weren’t nearly as skilled as he was, especially when you were little like this. But it displayed his trust in you, and while he cared deeply about his looks, he cared even more so about you. He would gladly walk around in a burlap sack if you wanted him to. He would do anything for you, anything to show that he loved you. Big, little, happy, sad. All of it.
And you loved your daddy all the same.