#EEK!! they're finally here!!

[folkloretrait]

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖙 & 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖊

Tucked away in the Bramblewood sits the cottage of Dr. Octavian Fell. The peculiar old man has lived on the outskirts of Henford-On-Bagley for as long as anyone can remember, occasionally stopping into town to pick up some produce or a pint at the Gnome's Arms. These days, he never enters town alone. He is accompanied by his companion, Mollie Mirkwood. However, this quirky girl is just as mysterious as he is... What exactly goes on in that cottage on the hill?

[wegc]

omg thots on 3some w 3racha in the studio….???🫣 w the door unlocked..???? eek!!!

first thought is that a 3some with 3racha is genuinely a fucking dream because HELLO!!! two super fucking buff men fucking the shit out of you and one insatiable, greedy, pussy drunk brat sloppily kissing you all over? give it to me NOW!

i can just envision being caught by changbin and jisung when you and chan are making out on the studio couch, you perched securely on his lap with two firm hands groping your ass. chan usually locks the door, but this time he was careless, and perhaps he wanted changbin and jisung to witness how he gets to have you, all desperate and out of breath after he catches them staring at you far too many times.

when poor jisung opens the door, he can’t help the flush of his face and the overwhelming sensation of his cock stirring in his sweatpants because you look so fuckable, and your ass looks so soft, and god—would you grind your cunt like that above him?

changbin wants to reprimand chan; as their hyung, he should’ve been more cautious, more responsible—they produce music here every day and now the pair of you are moments from fucking each other right on the studio couch? but he doesn't say anything. how can he when his throat becomes drier than it has ever become? how can he say anything when he’s dreamt of you in this situation for so long? and when chan finally looks over and shyly laughs before beckoning him to take you next, how can he say no when he’s fisted his cock to this very scenario?

changbin would be rough and fast, pounding you from behind, slapping your ass, and yanking your hair, almost punishing you for being such a whore—for being so keen to endure three cocks one after the other. he prays to whatever deity out there that he earns the chance of doing this again because he needs to fuck your ass; that ought to teach you a lesson! if you wanna get fucked so bad, take all three of them at once!

“god—you’re fucking insatiable, aren’t you? you’d bend over for some dick anywhere, huh?”

and chan, who landed the two of you in this predicament in the first place, calls you his greedy little thing. he’d be temperate compared to the other two, cooing and laughing breathlessly in your face, peppering you with lingering, sloppy kisses and urging you to jerk hannie off as he takes care of you.

“you like that, pretty? yeah, i know baby—you gonna cry? feels that good? can’t go a day without being filled up, hm? i’ll give it to you.”

and jisung, dirty little jisung who wants it messy—who yearns to spit in your mouth and have you choke and gag on his sore, thick cock as you’re getting fucked. jisung, who smears your mascara down your flushed cheeks and ensures you leave stains of your lipstick on his dick—he needs you to be a fucking mess.

“always so proper around everyone else—stupid slut for us though, yeah? tell me you like being used like this—nothing but a hole for us, yeah?"

or, perhaps one day, you'll make a mess out of him too. jisung wants nothing more than for you to spit in his face and slap him around. leave bruised, splotchy marks on his chest! call him your stupid fucking slut! bully him for being so desperate to eat you out! tug on his hair every time he becomes all fuzzy when he's eating you out! his eye will roll back, i promise.

either way, when they're not playing with you in the meanwhile, chan and changbin will be fisting their aching, overstimulated cocks, engraving this memory in their minds eternally to preserve it for masturbation fuel later!!!

[quantum1mmortality]

Ok so I was thinking about a smut with a leech and wanted to ask you to do (i love how u write)

What about a AFAB!reader that likes to open her mouth and sometimes you do it without realizing it.

I read somewhere that eels have it like an invitation to mate or something like that (dont remember so much)

And about if is jade or floyd… well, both are my favs so I cant choose. What works better I guess

EEK TYSM!!! I feel as tho floyd would fit this better bc jade is a smart boy, probs knows that humans just open their mouths wide for random shit but floyd

...

Hes a lil stupid when it comes to these things(I love him I swear)

10/10, would fuck in the VIP room again

-floyd probably lmao(also the name of the fic)

♧CW!!! fem reader, breeding kink yas slay, unsafe sex(wear condoms kids), degrading(? Floyd calls us a slut for yawning around other men but he loves us 🤞), little to no foreplay hes too hawny, semi public sex, pwp?, mentions of jade but light, none that I can think of right now but floyd is such a silly little goose(im terrified of him)

NOT PROOFREAD

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♧ you were originally here to study.

Seeing as your boyfriend, Floyd, was nowhere to be seen. Sitting in the mostro lounge while waiting for Floyd to be on break was a normal occurrence.

Since it had been awhile with slight glimpses of him taking care of customers, you decided to start studying on your own. Opening up a text book and starting to read and take notes, Jade comes over with your order.

"Apologies for my brother taking so long. The customers he has are being seriously rude, we're trying our best to have him not squish them." Jade says as he places your tea on the table in front of you.

"How long will he be?" You ask as you take a small sip of your tea. Jade rests his chin on his hand as he closes his eyes, seemingly in thought.

"Soon." He simply says as he walks away.

Although odd, you've gotten used to Jades strange behavior. As you were about to return to studying, you spotted Floyd waiting on the table across from you. He shoots you a smile before turning back to his customers.

You took that as a sign to go back to studying. Flipping open your text book, you begin to take notes again. As you get further into the book, your eyelids begin to feel heavy. Resting your head on your hand, you start to close your eyes for longer periods once blinking.

As you began to drift off to a light sleep, you felt yourself yawning as you began to shift in your chair.

Having finally settled in a comfortable position, you begin to get lulled into a peaceful sleep by the surround sound of calming music in the lounge.

Drifting off, you get woken up by a sudden loud noise. "Boo!" It was Floyd, creeping up behind you just to scare you awake. Playfully punching his chest as you complain about how you just fell asleep, he takes your hand, leading you off somewhere.

"Floyd, where are you taking me?" You say between giggles. "Somewhere, it'll be fun, I promise." He says as he gives you a wink.

He leads you to the VIP room, which usually isn't occupied by anyone, like now. Just the two of you. He turns around to lock the door, he turns back to you, eyes widened with an unpleasant look on his face.

"That thing you did out there, I cant believe you did it infront of other men. Do you understand what they may think now? Think im not your boyfriend? Think I dont treat you well enough?" Confusion. All you felt in the moment was pure confusion.

"Floyd, what the fuck are you talking about? I was just studying, nothing happened." You could tell he was getting frustrated. "That thing! Where you opened your mouth wide!"

"You mean yawning? The.... thing people do.... when they're tired?"

"You can't do that around merfolk." Oh. Oh? This seems like something you can tease him on.

"Oh? And whys that, Mr eel boy?" You say as you chuckle. Somehow, floyd got even more pissed at this, he slammed both your arms above you and against the wall behind you, eyes still wide, and very much angry.

"You don't understand what you're doing. You're making a mating invite by doing that, what if the other merfolk saw? Or worse, what if Jade saw?"

"Floyd im sorry okay, I didn't mean to, seriously-" you were cut off by him smashing his lips onto yours, you fed into it, not resisting in the slightest.

He began to sink his head down to your neck, making soft bites on it and licking up the semi bloody aftermath. "If you want to act like a slut, then I'll fuck you like one." He says before digging his open hend into the flesh of your thigh and biting down on your collar bone.

You choke out a groan at the sudden pain as floyd slowly kisses the bite, making it feel more pleasurable than anything.

Once hes done, he looks up at you. "You're okay with this, right?"

"Yeah, just don't do anything stupid." You're able to say between puffs of hot air. Giving you a smile, he hooks his finger under the strap of your panties, taking his other hand off your wrists. Sliding down the peice of fabric while biting off his glove, he starts to suck on your neck as he begins to work his fingers into you.

Taking his thumb and rubbing it over your clit as he slowly sinks two fingers inside you. You moan out as he begins to curl them in you, sucking on the bite mark you made earlier.

"F-fuck... I cant take it anymore." Floyd groans out as he unbuckles his belt. Lining up his thick cock with your hole, "You're sure you're okay with this, right?" He says one last time in a panted breath.

"Yes just... don't do anything stupid-" and you were cut off once again by him doing something stupid.

He thrusts his whole length into you at once, earning a low, throaty groan from him as you were just trying to find stability. He takes both you thighs and wraps them around his waist, being able to hit much deeper in the position.

Mere seconds later, all the pain you felt turned into pure, absolute pleasure as he started fucking you against the wall.

Filling the room with moans of utter bliss from the both of you, having Floyd come completely undone after minutes. "I'm gonna fill you up so fucking good- make everyone know you're mine- have those other eel bitches know if you're gonna be a slut, you're gonna be mine, understood?"

You're barely able to make his words out as you start to feel lightheaded from the pleasure. His grip on you tightens as you feel him twitch inside you. "Fuck, im gonna-" he was cut off by a powerful moan as he came inside you, slowing down his pace in the process.

Floyd slowly sinks down to the floor as he places you down on it, leaving you for a moment as he grabs a wash cloth. He starts to clean you in silence, waiting for you to say something. You were too tired to speak, however.

Once you're clean, he makes himself presentable again as he picks you up and walks you back to your table. Once he sets you down, he walks off and brings back a bottle of water and some snacks.

"Dont worry, they're on me." He says with a wink.

As he turns to walk away, you grab onto his sleeve to get his attention. He leans in close to hear you over the bustling crowd. "Floyd, I didn't get to fini-" he places his index finger over your mouth.

"Now, now, I didn't forget my dear, I promise. If you're good today then I'll double it tonight, hm?" And with that, he walks off and returns to his job where jade and azul kept yelling at him for bailing.

As you sit in silence while occasionally looking over at Floyd, he makes eye contact with you while being yelled at. Going back to you table, you realize something, your tea has gone cold.

Oh dear, whoever will you call over to replace it?

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A/n: i had no clue how to end this fic wiwhwihsiwow im going insane

[quilavabucket]

Denizens of the Neath, the polls are in! And honeyed roses, are they fascinating! Of the two polls for favorite Neath faction, our winners are such!

Rubbery Men technically won the first and second poll with 22%

and the Bohemians barely eeked out a win over the urchins with 19%!

A point of clarification: though they may have undisputed victory against the other factions, the rubbery men did technically tie with "the other list/ WHAT men?/ not a delicious friend" option of their poll

But of course, the winners aren't what you came here for, you know in your heart of hearts which faction is most full of intrigue, and you know equally well that the other crooks and hoodlums of the Neath are, of course, allowed their incorrect opinions by the grace of the Bazaar.

So let us speak instead of that which brings us together in horrified fascination and pitying glee faster than a fresh batch of rubbery lumps: the losers bracket!!

In a piteous 3rd from last, with 0.8%: University- Summerset!

Not sure what exactly they're doing so much worse than Benthic (5.8), but I'm sure the dean will be having words with the staff about this.

In an unfortunate penultimate with 0.7%: Society!

To anyone paying attention, not too surprising an outcome, those Society tend to come off as a tad stuffed shirt. And besides! if exclusivity is your entire deal, an exclusive favorance makes sense.

And finally! Last and certainly least with a deserved 0%: Constables!

Maybe it's the start in prison, maybe it's the rampant lawbreaking amongst the denizens of the Neath, whatever the cause, you heard it here delicious friends: Fallen London says ACAB!

This was great fun, let's do it again sometime. Ta!

[mackeydoodledoo]

She Wears Short Skirts, I wear T-shirts: Chapter 2

Pairing: Bridget (Cheerleader AU) x (Fem!)Reader

Chapter Summary: After Bridget finds out your 'secret life', you and her have been growing close. With your final homecoming on the other side of the week, you build the courage to ask Bridget to accompany you...

Chapter Warnings: Swearing

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, F/n = Friend's name, Bold/Italic = Daydream, Bold/Indent = Texts, Bold = PA System

Chapter Theme: Motown - Grayscale

A/n: Aight, I didn't expect this one to be THAT long but whatever lol enjoy it

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*Y/n's POV* You walk into the doors of the school fresh Monday morning. Everyone is dressed in their favorite band shirt... As you head to your first class, you see Bridget... Wearing your own band shirt. Most likely she bought it at your last gig.

"Y/n!" She runs up to you and hugs you

"Nice shirt," You chuckle

"Yeah, I know, they're so amazing," She plays along, "The drummer really caught my eye when I saw them. I'm pretty sure they're my favorite after that."

"Oh did they now?" You ask

She links her arm with your and the both of you walk off into the halls.

"You didn't... Tell them right?" You ask

"No I didn't," She rolls her eyes, "I want you to do that."

"Thanks," You chuckle, "Where are we going?"

"To your class," She says

"It was... Back the other way..." You say

She pivots on her heel and turns to where you begin to guide her to your classroom.

+*+

You sit in the back of the classroom, technically supposed to follow the lecture, but you could care less about the class, you were passing anyway...

You lift your hand over her head, twirling her. Bridget smiles as the both of you continue dancing the night away. She wraps her arms round your neck and pulls you close to her.

Wait-

Do I... Like her?!

Once the final bell rung, you begin making your way to the band room to grab your rehearsal gear. However, you notice Bridget down the hall, near the band hall.

"Y/n!" She notices you again

She waves her friends off and runs up to you.

"Are you able to hang out?" She asks

"Agh... Gotta get to band rehearsal," You sigh, "I got a slight bit of time to talk right now."

"Oh..." She says, "I was hoping we could... So I could... You know..."

"You know?..." You ask

"There's something I want to ask," She says

"Go on," You say

"Would you go to Homecoming with me?" She asks, ripping the big question off like a band-aid

"Yeah," You answer, nonchalantly

Her eyes light up, she doesn't say anything in case you misspoke.

"I'm serious," You say, "I'll go with you."

She squeals as she jumps into your arms.

"Gosh, now you won't have time to find an outfit!" She realizes

"As long as you send me a photo of your dress, I'll find something," You say, "Here, hand me your phone..."

She hands you her phone and you put your number into her contact list. You set the photo she took of the both of you as your contact image.

"There, now you can reach me," You say, handing the phone back to her

"Eek!" She squeals, hugging the life out of you, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Alright, gotta go!" You say, running past her

You dash into the band room and quickly grab your equipment, narrowly being late.

+*+

You throw your backpack onto your computer chair and crash right into bed. Your director was working every single fiber of your muscles that rehearsal. You open your phone and see a text from her.

Hey, I realized that I didn't get to give you my number - Bridget No worries, I had to run to band...

She sends you the photo that she took of the both of you over the previous weekend.

Here's my dress...

It was a white base dress with red and pink flowers adorning the canvas.

The colors suit you. Do you want me to go with you? If you want. EEE! Okay! I'm so excited! Also, aren't you in the Homecoming court? Yeah why? Nothing just wondering. Did you want to be in the court so you could walk me down the track? ;) What? Haven's no. I'm not popular enough to be nominated for hoco court. Mayyyyybeeeee if you revealed your drummer-by-night status, maybe you would be. Hard Pass. I'm taking you to homecoming anyway. You're not wrong. We'll have a dance though :) Lucky me :) I'm going to go to bed now, I'll see you tomorrow. Sleep well.

+*+

You walk into School Friday: everyone wearing their year colors: Seniors getting to wear black.

"Yo Y/n, ready for our last pep rally?!" F/n asks, "Getting to leave last period just for and related things is always a plus!"

"Can't wait," You sigh, rolling your eyes jokingly

"A little birdie told me you're taking the cheer team's captain to homecoming," They add, "How did that happen?!"

"She asked, I answered," You say, "Simple as that."

"Come on, since she found out you were in a band, she's been GAWKING at you," F/n states

"No, impossible," You say, chuckling, "She's a cheerleader, I'm a band kid. Popular, and unpopular. She wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts. She;s the cheer captain and... I'm... In the marching band. No way she'd fall for someone like me."

"Jeez you sound stupid," They sigh in annoyance, "Just give her a chance. May never know until it's too late."

"Lets see how homecoming goes," You say

As you sit in the classroom, you had time before the ending bell rung.

"I heard it was a lame band kid that asked the cheer team captain to homecoming..." "Really? I heard it was the drum captain. They're pretty cool." "Still. They're just as lame as the regular band kids."

Your brows furrow as you listen to the comments made about you. You shouldn't care... Shit like that has been happening since you began your marching arts career.

Imagine if they'd find out that the drum captain is in a band-oh my god no...

Would the members of the Cheer Team, and Marching Band report to the band room."

That's my cue.

You sling the strap of your backpack over your shoulder as you weave your way through the desks. You trip over someone's foot sticking out from their desk. However, your feet instantly catch themselves and you compose yourself before continuing to walk forward.

"Sorry loser!" The person laughs

More laughs add in...

"This is not a classroom to make fun of your fellow classmates," The teacher begins to scold them

"It was a joke Ms. [Name]!" They say

"In my eyes it didn't seem like a joke," She says, "Are you alright Y/n?"

At least someone that isn't the band director cares... Sorta...

"I'm fine Ms. [Name]. They're not worth it," You sigh, "They'll never learn."

"Why you!-"

"I recommend you sit back down [Bullies' Name], or I will make sure that you will never see your final homecoming football game, and homecoming," Ms. [Name] firmly states

"Whatever," They huff, sinking back into their chair

"Go on Y/n," She turn to you, smiling

You wave her off and rush to the band room. You were her favorite student, not intentionally. But you treated her with basic respect and turned in her assignments.

+*+

Soon after the pep rally ended, You grab your things from the band hallway and make your way out to the field for a quick practice before prepping for the homecoming parade.

+*+

You hang your jacket up against the bars of your locker and then head out to the tailgate. As you travel further from the entrance of the band room, showering the band area of the tailgate, you found yourself at the very end, seeing the cheerleader's tailgate. You see very familiar pink hair. She wore a warm up two-piece track suit. You'd be surprised if you saw one of them not wearing one of those.

"Hey you," She smiles, "Care to get some food with me?"

"Only if you actually get some food," You say, "I wouldn't want to watch you pass out on the track tonight."

She nods as she takes your arm and leads you through the cheer tailgate.

"Hi mom! Hi dad!" She waves at them

"Oh hi sweetie!" Her mom greets her, "Is this Y/n Y/l/n? We've heard a lot about you."

"Really?" You ask, looking at her

"We really appreciate that you're taking her to homecoming," She adds, "We were surprised that no one had asked her."

"More like she asked me," You say

"Wow," Her dad chimes, fixing the both of you a plate, "That's really bold of her."

"Okay thanks dad bye!" She takes the plates and walks off

You follow after her.

"What was all that about?" You ask

"Parents... They tend to do everything they can to embarrass their kids," She says

"True," You chuckle

The both of you sit somewhere a little secluded to avoid judgmental eyes.

"Sorry you're not hanging with your friends," You say, "I can always go back to my band friends."

"It's not a problem," She tells you, "Besides, I couldn't catch you before the pep rally."

"Aww you missed me," You tease

"Shut up," She lightly shoves you, giggling

After sitting with each other for a little while you check the time on your phone.

"Oh, gotta run," You say, "I'll see you out there."

Bridget nods as you make your way back to the band room.

+*+

You walk in-step with your drumline members as you all walk into the stadium to warm up.

*Bridget's POV* You grab your pompoms and walk with your squad to your part of the stadium. You catch a glimpse of the drumline as you walk by. Y/n looks up after hoisting the drum over her shoulders. She smiles as you walk by. Your cheeks heated and you look away, hoping she wouldn't notice.

"Quit making google eyes at the drum captain," f/n says, "We have our own thing to do tonight."

*Y/n's POV* You tap off a beat and the other members follow suit, in time.

+*+

You meet up with the winds and the guard to run through some show music before heading to the back of the field for pregame.

Pregame goes as normal, with the exception of having alumni perform the fight song off the field.

You go to your seat and begin helping the drum majors pass the drum stands to your drummers who require one.

Throughout the entire game, you really didn't pay attention. You played where the drum majors wanted you all to play, the team either scored or the other team did. But, the game was in the bag anyway. Your eyes drift down to the track and see the cheer team doing a routine. Bridget up in the air and then trusting her teammates holding her up to catch her when she came back down...

If only I had that much faith in my drummers...

You wouldn't trust them to keep you upright. A handful of them were rookies or transferred from the front ensemble. You'd pity the next drum captain after you, and your friend leave, as you and them were the best drumline members, not because of the seniority, but since their both of you were doing indoor drumline since the both of you were eligible to start: The both of you learned from the people who had done Drum Corps; highly elite form of band...

+*+

You walk off of the field as the parents of your fellow seniors meet up with you; your parents included.

"We would like to congratulate all of our seniors and their contribution to our organization," Your band director announces over the speaker system

Some only gave light claps, fellow band parents of non-senior members cheered their hearts out. Your head travels to the side where Bridget stood with her fellow senior cheer members. She smiles as she gives you a subtle applaud.

+*+

Like you predicted... Your football team won the game. The band plays the fight song to the people exiting the stadium. you return to the band room and change out of your uniform, as well as organizing everything in the drum storage.

"Y/n, you have a visitor!" One of the guard girls says

You look near the band room door and see Bridget. you slide on sweatpants and make your way over to her.

"Want to walk home?" She asks

You nod as you sling your backpack over your shoulders.

"Do you get to go home after school when you have either practice or a game?" You ask

"No, do you?" She asks

"Nope," You answer, "Kinda sucks honestly... But, I'd be to band on time. One time the entire freshman class was late to rehearsal.... Our director made them run a few laps."

"Sounds like he's really passionate about marching band," She says

"More like it's to make the rookies 'care' about being in band, or it's a punishment, beats me," You say, "Your cheer coach do something like that?"

"Nope," She says

"Say, wouldn't there be an after-party for the cheer team?" You ask

"There is, but I'm too tired to go, what about the band?" She asks

"Also yes, but I'm also way too tired for it," You answer, "It's being hosted by some band kid I don't know well... Besides, we still have time left."

You walk her up to her door, her parents greeting her at the door.

"Thanks for walking me home like always," Bridget smiles, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah," You smile back, "I'll see you tomorrow."

+*+

You walk over to Bridget's house and wait at her front door until her parents open the door.

"Ahh! Y/n, welcome in," Her mother greets you, "Bridget is finishing up in her room."

You nod as you patiently, but awkwardly wait in silence until you hear footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Hey Bridget," You look up at her

You take in her features that go with her dress...

"You look gorgeous," You smile

Per her parent's request, they take a bunch of photos before the both of you walk to the school.

The both of you walk hand in hand; watching everyone mind themselves.

"Yo Y/n!" F/n walks up to you, "Evening, Bridget."

She happily waves at your friend.

"Wouldn't recommend going in the gym," They say, "Hot as hell, and the music is rank."

"That's unfortunate," You roll your eyes

"Guess we might have to blow this popsicle stand early," f/n suggests

You look at Bridget, the hope in her eyes slowly disappear... But, come back once she processes the idea.

"You know what, I've been to three other ones," She says, continuing to hold your hand, "Let's get out of here."

"One word Y/n, keeper," f/n says, "Come on!"

F/n and their date, you and Bridget head out from campus grounds and find the nearest late-night diner; the four of you sitting in a booth in the corner.

"So, what are you two planning on doing after high school?" f/n's date asks

"We've been considering continuing our band full time," F/n says

You nod.

"Would you bring us on tour?" Bridget asks

"That's if a headlining band asks us to tour with them," You say, "We've never been asked to tour yet. Plus, you wouldn't just be watching. We'd give ya'll something to do."

"Like what" Bridget asks

"Be the people who help run our merch table," You say, "Wouldn't hurt to have help at the table."

"Would we get free merch?" f/n's date leans in

"I mean... Sure," You answer

They both squeal.

"How did we get lucky with the most famous band in town?" Bridget asks, leaning onto you

"Surprised that the school hasn't heard of you guys," f/n date notes

"Well, almost everyone in the school is into rap, or whatever," F/n says, "They don't both to support local music..."

"That's a darn shame," Bridget says, "They really are missing out."

"Oh well, their loss," You sigh, "I kinda like having an audience that is respectful. You could always hear the audience speak during our halftime shows..."

"It's a damn shame," F/n says, "We work our asses off to put on a good show, and then it's like... No one gives a damn."

"No matter though f/n, we'll be out of the godforsaken school soon," You say, "Fortunately we don't have to do anymore halftime shows."

"All that's left is State Finals," They say, "Then indoor season. Really throws us off our gig schedules."

"Indoor is only on the weekends you idiot," You sigh, "We can still do performances on the weeknights."

"We'd be cutting it close to waking up on time for school though," They add

"Must you always be a killjoy?" You ask

"I'm pointing out the facts," They raise their palms in defeat

The four of you continue to converse until the diner began closing for the night.

"See you Monday you two!" You wave off your friend and their date, leaving you and Bridget alone

"I know it's a little late but... Want to take a drive?" You ask

"Sure," She says

The both of you hop into your car and drive in silence: only the music from your radio filling some of that silence.

"Do you know how to drive?" You ask

"I do but... My older brother took the only other car when he moved out," She says

"Well, that really sucks," You sigh, "Well, I'm more than happy to give you a ride. I really love driving."

You take a random turn...

"I would hate for you to put a lot of miles onto your car," She says

"It's not a big deal," You say, "We live near the school anyway."

"Okay," She sighs

+*+

You pull into her driveway, putting the car in park as the both of you relax for a moment.

"Thanks for taking me," She says, "I had a good time. Even though.. Most of it wasn't spent at homecoming."

"Thanks for deciding to accompany me," You reply, "I also had a good time. Even if it wasn't at homecoming, being anywhere with you is an adventure to me."

"I'll... See you Monday," She says, smiling

But she doesn't move from her seat...

"You alright?" You ask, "Did-"

Before you could ask if you did something wrong, you felt her lips touch your cheek. You only sit in the driver's seat in shock as your eyes watch her exit your car. She leans down to the window and waves you off. After waiting for her to close her front door, your brain attempts to process her kiss...

Chapter 3

[perkeia]

Twisted Roots AU Masterpost (Work in progress)

Approximately 10 years after Weirdmaggedon, the Pines family and Gravity Falls have seemingly moved onto bigger things. Healing from the past, or ignoring it altogether, they've set new milestones and made headway on new beginnings.

No manner of growth is going to distract from the fact that old, and new threats are still lurking. Bill might be gone, but the Nightmare Realm's tether to the world remains firm.

Sequential pieces

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Journal Entry 1

Part 4 (wip)

Part 5

Doodles and other things

Dipper and Pacifica bonding

The nicest anomaly

Mabel reference

Pacifica reference

Dipper Pines - age 23

-Graduated highschool at 17

-Took a 'gap year' traveling with Stan and Ford. Ford managed to work this into counting toward Dipper's degree.

-With Ford's help, Dipper, at age 21, earned his PhD in computer science. (Don't think about it too hard, considering the main theory for Ford is that he completed his first PhD in 3.5 years EEK). Dipper studies biology on the side.

-Dipper moves to Gravity Falls despite Ford's advice to keep climbing the academic ladder. He buys his own little place in the woods, within a short distance of the Mystery Shack (belonging to Melody and Soos). He begins his own research, and continues Ford's. Though he may not have a fancy degree for Biology, he studies it in his spare time.

-Interested in computers, film, drumming, and ghosts. Big ghost hunter this one. Don't let him tell you about his old youtube channels. Also taken up the job of ensuring Bill stays out of Gravity Falls.

Mabel Pines - age 23

-Graduated highschool at 17

-Bounced around different areas of study before settling on Paramedic. She completed her certification at 20. (Did NOT do summer semesters like Dipper).

-Started her own yarn and craft business at 19, 'May & Hogg Threads - It'll give you stitches!' which is doing insanely well.

-Mabel doesn't have plans to move to Gravity Falls, and despite missing her twin, has decided CA has more opportunities for her.

-Interested in crafts, scrapbooking, adrenaline rushes, ultimate frisbee and loves her grouchy old pig.

Pacifica Northwest - age 24

-Basics as they don't come up often. Graduated at 18, got her bachelor's in business at 22. Currently debating going to fashion school.

-Though she maintains her own Tailor shop in Gravity Falls, she works at Sally's Diner on weekends to spite her parents.

-Interests include thrifting, archery, sewing, singing and hiking (she'd die before admitting that).

Bramble

'Journal entry 1 WOOP. Can't believe I get to be the one to write this, definitely thought one of the others had gotten here first. Guess they're just too slow. Can't blame them though. I'm pretty fast.

But back to that stupid demon(?) Bramble. It doesn't seem to have a physical form like Bill did but ------' (the rest of the entry is unreadable. Covered in what could be glitter glue, or Mabel juice. A final note is scribbled on the bottom of the page.)

'I'll rewrite it later.'

[according2thelore]

okay so your es/ls verse is making me lose my mind omg!! I check everyday and every little snippet heals a part of my soul I am not even kiddinggg! This last one about es!sam missing was so so so on point, I finally have the courage to send you an ask - what if es!sam or dean or both at the same time see ls!sam and dean uhm...um...doing what they are yearning for, kissing or spooning or straight up boning...what happens then? Does ES!Dean freak out and bolt? Does ES!Sam feel hopeful about the future for the first time since coming? Do ES!Sam&Dean evade each other forever?????? Do they accept it or try to play up their wtf reactions as if they havent been dreaming of this forever???

PS - odd detail but I love how adorably you write "kisses you on both cheeks" - english isnt my first language so forgive me if this comes as weird but this phrase of yours always me laugh because it is so cute haha?! I hope ES!Sam kisses Cas on both cheeks? Did I use it right???

EEK! thank you, anon! MWAH MWAH!

and please send me all the asks in the world! i cradle all of these asks in my hands like a duckling, lol!

OKAY ANON LMAO I TOTALLY READ THIS WHOLE THING COMPLETELY WRONG!!!! i read it as: what if LS!Dean&ES!Sam walk in on LS!Sam&ES!Dean kissing, and wrote this big long terrible thing about it!!!! my mistake!!!!!!! i was about to click publish then read it again and realized my error! if y'all ever want that lesson in angst and torture, lmk lol.

but GAH!!! your BRAIN!!!! i had to write a narrative little thing about it, i hope you enjoy!

sam doesn't know where the hell anyone is.

he checks the kitchen. nope. the armory, no one. the library? empty. he checks everyone's bedrooms, the garage, the war room, the dungeon (still can't believe there's a future where he owns a dungeon), and they're all completely empty.

sam is starting to suspect that they all went out without him, despite the fact that sammy had immediately established the ground rule that no "same" winchesters can go out together without a pretty extensive disguise.

that rule had been established when they all went out to the bar to drink their collective problem away (with the younger winchesters in big-billed trucker hats) and a drunk girl had stumbled straight from older dean's unwilling arms into younger dean's infinitely-more-willing arms and did a double-take. then a triple-take. then she saw The Sams, and they got the hell out of dodge before things could get ugly.

twins exist, for sure, but identical twins separated by 10+ years? not really.

sam's walking down another of the infinite hallways when he spots dean--his dean.

he had given up on finding anyone and gone to do some more archiving work. it was one of the only things that kept him sane in this new reality, and he enjoyed the quiet, satisfying work of logging complicated artifacts in his older self's laptop.

it was outside on of these rooms that he finds dean.

sam is positive there's nothing on these floors but dusty, mostly unopened rooms full of non-sharp, lore-heavy papers and gadgets and pottery, so he's confused why dean is here at all.

(and another, more bitter part of him is surprised to see him here without his precious sammy)

dean's pressed against a door, and sam's steps slow, because he's seen this exact scene in that one movie about the blair witch that terence made him watch at stanford. they had all jumped and laughed and rolled their eyes, but sam had sat straight as a board, beer sweating and unopened in his hand.

dean is clearly not looking at him, face pressed into the doorcrack like he's trying to smell or something. sam creeps forward, listening, but can only dean's quick breathing.

is he hurt? sam picks up his pace.

when he's directly behind him, he leans his head in close. he can smell his own shampoo in dean’s hair.

“dean!” he says suddenly, because it’s his big brother, and sam is legally obligated to be a little shit about it.

dean jumps like he just took a bullet to the kidney, and he slams both hands over his mouth. he whips around with glaring eyes, but he’s clearly shocked by something. something not-sam.

“what the hell?” dean asks, sharply, voice barely above a whisper.

“what are we doing?” sam asks, lowering his voice, too. is something wrong? what’s in the room? sam makes a step forward, but dean reaches a hand out to sam’s chest, keeping him there.

dean raises his other hand to his lips, motioning for sam to be quiet. sam hunches instinctively, and creeps forward quietly.

he and dean are sharing space next to the door, and sam presses even closer so dean’s back brushes his chest with every inhale. there’s a few-centimeter crack in the door, just enough for light to come through, but they can only see a sliver of a shelf from here.

there are voices, sam realizes. behind the door. they’re faint, but one is getting steadily quieter and louder, like they’re pacing back and forth from the door.

"--leave, already?"

a soft laugh. "you don't mean that."

a groan. "yeah, sammy, i kinda do. i don't like this. that we have to hide this."

sam knew it was their older selves, but the confirmation of it shoots a spark of nerves all the way down to his toes. why are they here?

“we’ve hidden this before. we hide literally everywhere. all the time.”

“but it’s us, y’know?”

“even more reason. could you imagine telling dean that this is how we end up?”

“kid’ll wet himself in glee, promise you that.” a silence. “what?”

“nothing. just…”

“d’ah, stop lookin’ at me like that.” dean grumbles. and his voice stops moving back and forth.

“or what?” challengingly. sam flushes, because he knows that tone of voice. he flirts with that voice. keep it together, man, he wants to scream to his older self. dean shifts in front of him.

“or i’ll come over there and make you,” dean says, and sam can feel the dean in front of him tense up.

there’s silence in the room for a second, and sam can feel the ragged inhales of the dean in front of him. sam’s palms are sweating.

“how long have they been here?” sam asks quietly, and if he didn’t know better, he would say dean shudders as his breath hits dean’s scalp.

“i don’t know. i just found them a few minutes ago. they’ve been talking about us.”

sam can feel dean’s voice rumble, and he closes his eyes, tight.

the silence reigns, and sam leans forward even more,

“what are they doing?”

sam reaches forward to push the door open. dean makes a wordless hushed sound of protest, but sam has already knocked the door open an inch. it’s silent on its hinges.

sam leans over dean, and his blood runs cold.

sammy is sitting on a table, facing the door. dean’s waist is pressed between his thighs, and one foot has hooked around dean’s calf to hold them close.

they’re kissing.

they’re kissing.

sam can hear the wet sounds their mouths make as they part and connect. tongues flash in the yellow over-head lights.

the dean in front of him makes a noise, shocked and…and something else.

“hate that i have to have you here, sammy. want to fuck you on the kitchen table, make them watch.”

sam watches his own face contort into a groan, watches older dean bite kisses down his throat. sammy’s lips are swollen and wet, and sam flushes hot because oh my god oh my fucking god—

“you like that idea, don’t you? spread you open for me, make your little favorite hear what a slut his older brother is? make him know you’re mine?”

younger dean’s hand flies to his mouth. sam desperately has to press a hand to his cock, and does so, praying that dean doesn’t turn around.

“no bites.” sammy pants, and tangles his hand in dean’s hair, pulling him away.

sam is shocked by the pure want and adoration on his older self’s face, and aches down to his very bones.

“can’t believe we wasted so much time.” he says, voice rough. his eyes are soft. older dean’s hand bunches in sammy’s shirt, and sam can see the tips of his ears go pink.

younger dean stumbles back, and slams into sam. sam jerks back with a yelp, throwing his hips away because he is terrified that dean is going to feel the hard swell of his dick in his jeans.

dean is panting, and his hand shakes on his mouth.

“oh my god,” dean whines. “they’re—together—they—“

“they’re fucking.” sam confirms, nodding and not knowing why. “they fuck. they fuck each other.”

“stop saying it!” dean whisper shouts, bending at the waist and standing up again, pacing in frantic little circles.

“together,” he’s muttering. “they’re—they—holy shit.”

sam’s heart is pumping in his ears. he can’t help it—he can’t—his eyes fall to dean’s crotch. there’s a bulge in his jeans. sam’s mouth goes dry. his whole body goes hot.

does…does dean—

“i don’t—“ sam says, but he doesn’t know what he’s going to follow that up with.

“yeah, i know.” dean says, laughing breathlessly. then his eyes get wide and he grabs a fist of his hair. “oh fuck. what are we gonna do?”

“pretend we didn’t see anything?” sam suggests.

“we were going to—y’know! to you!!! y’all!” dean says. he’s panicking. sam’s hope starts to curdle.

“say it—fuck. they’re fucking!” sam hisses. dean groans like he’s going to be sick.

dean put his hand over his mouth and starts muttering again. sam catches a few words. “kiss—how could he do that—little brother—we promised—can’t believe—“

something strange shifts in sam’s chest. since he was freshly 11—hell even before that, when he found out his kindergarten teacher was engaged, and sam found out what “marriage” meant, he had grabbed dean’s hand excitedly when he came to get him from the classroom and elatedly told him “we’re gettin’ married! i’m gonna marry you!” dad had later disabused him of that, and dean had crawled into their bed later that night and kissed sam’s tear-streaked cheeks. “it’s okay sammy,” he said, “i’m gonna be at your weddin’ anyway. standin’ right behind you.” sam’s stomach had curdled. “but if you’re really, super old—like 29–and you’re still not married, we can talk about it.”

sam had thought about it when he was 13 and watching dean press the girl of the month against the side of the impala from the motel window. 16 years to go, he had thought with all the tone and life of someone counting down the years of a terminal diagnosis. he had been rotting with this for years.

and they—future they—did it! are doing it? they…they’re together. in all the ways. in every way.

“i gotta go,” dean mutters, and sam catches one look at his overwhelmed expression before dean takes off. sam blinks after him, still processing.

together. he and dean together.

“dean,” sam calls. he’s shocked by how breathless he is, and clears his throat. “wait up!”

he follows his brother, like he’s been doing since he was six.

but for the first time in his life, his chest swells with a tentative, frantic hope. he’s afraid the weight of it—of them—will choke him. he doesn’t know what’s going to happen. dean probably won’t talk to him. but sam—he—it’s starting. this could go either way, but whatever this is—love, family, whatever—is starting.

and he can’t wait to find out.

~~~

“do you think they’re talking about it?” sammy asks later, washing his face before bed. dean is sitting on their bed with a cleaning cloth, freshly showered. “do you think it was enough of a kick in the ass?”

“knowing us, not a fucking shot.” dean says blandly, cleaning his gun. “at this rate, i think i will actually have to suck your cock in the library four times a day to get it to sink in.”

sam rolls his eyes, and dryly says, “romantic.” he adjusts his collar and his eyes land on a couple of splotchy bruises on his neck. “hey!” he leans out of the bathroom. “i think you actually left bruises.”

dean looks up, face purposefully placid.

“whoops. let’s hope pipsqueak doesn’t see those.”

sam scowls.

“you’ve got issues.”

dean lifts one shoulder up in a coy shrug and tilts his head.

“aw, baby. only for you.”

“you’re an ass!” sam calls as he steps back into the bathroom. he looks at his and dean’s toothbrushes sitting side-by-side.

he smiles. yeah.

they definitely got them.

~~~

PS - aw! thank you so much!!! it’s not weird at all! and yes, that's completely correct, haha! ES!Sam is for sure kissing Cas on both cheeks!

LS!Dean is the guy running up and trying to stop it but the poor fool is too late! they are embracing!

(I DO NOT KNOW WHY THE ONLY OTHER EXAMPLE OF THIS IN TUMBLR'S GIF LIBRARY IS FROM GABRIEL'S INFERNO, PLEASE IGNORE THE CONTEXT OH MY GOD AHAHAH)

anyway!!!

i am kissing you on both cheeks! so now we're both laughing! thank you for this ask, anon, it made me giggle! have a great day! <3

-lizzy

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Card shuffle / Episode 1

Author: Akira

Characters: Rinne, Aira, Tatsumi & Mayoi

"I ab-so-lute-ly oppose you! I do not recognize this leadership change!"

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Season: Winter

Time has passed, in the present. Early March, during the first year of ES's establishment.

Rinne: Hey, hey~

Rinne Amagi here, takin' on the role of ALKALOID's leader starting today. All geared up and ready to hustle, sooo, yup yup.

Aira: ......

Tatsumi & Mayoi: ......

Rinne: Oi, oi, how 'bout at least giving a greeting? To your leader? The leader over here?

Bow down, you plebs, ain't your heads too high?

Aira: ...I oppose you.

Rinne: Mm?

Aira: I ab-so-lute-ly oppose you! I do not recognize this leadership change!

Rinne: Gyahahahaha! ☆

Aira: Quit laughing?! I'm trying to be serious here!

Rinne: I'm laughing because you're dead serious, though? Do you even get what's goin' on here, Girlfriend-kun?

Aira: Don't call me "Girlfriend-kun"! I'm nobody's girlfriend! *Huff, huff!* (Menacingly)

Tatsumi: There, there... Let's take a deep breath, Aira-san.

Mayoi: Yes... I believe that the more Aira-san overreacts, the more that person seems to derive satisfaction in it and only gets nastier...

I can understand, as there are moments when I too experience the same urge when I see Aira-san panicking... ♪

Tatsumi: Mayoi-san.

Mayoi: Eek?! I-I-I-It's okayyy! I'm not acting on ittt, so it's fine if I just fantasize about it, righttt?!

Tatsumi: God is always watching, even our innermost thoughts? Let's repent?

Well, that aside—

I think it's understandable for Aira-san to be upset. After all, it was quite a surprise to us as well.

Rinne: Same goes for us, though?

As expected from rookie units formed in the summer, is it that we're on similar paths, whether we like it or not?

Or maybe, is it that ES is tryna force us into "that context"?

Tatsumi: How so?

Rinne: A smart big bro type like you should get it, right?

Last night, ES sent a notice outta the blue.

They want us to do pro wrestling for this big event called Matrix.

Tatsumi: Pro... wrestling...? I haven't heard anything about that...?

Rinne: It's a metaphor. Basically, between us, Crazy:B, and you, ALKALOID, who debuted at the same time—

They wanna fabricate some kinda imaginary beef and make us fight over it.

Here's ES's plan. Us rookies who debuted around the same time are meant to be strong rivals, pushin' each other to improve—

At the grand finale of ES's first year, these supposed archenemies clash! Gyahaha, it's gonna be a blast, huh? So worthless ♪

Tatsumi: Uh-huh... We don't actually bear any grudge against each other, yet we're being made to act as if "it" exists... Following someone's, or rather, ES's, script.

Hence the term pro wrestling, I presume?

Rinne: That's right. I dunno who came up with this dumbass storyline, but...

As "the rookies in a weak position," we've got no choice but to dance according to the script we've been given.

ES must've gotten a taste of it with the recent "OO." What was it, the showdown between the Five Eccentrics and fine that they were so excited about?

Tatsumi: It appears so. Being from another school, it was a story I wasn't quite familiar with, so I felt rather out of the loop during "OO."

Rinne: Seems like it was a huge hit, huh. The Five Eccentrics and company played along with ES's absurd demands, puttin' on a wrestling show just fine, right?

So now, they're making us do the same thing.

We're aiming to be like the second or third act following in the footsteps of "Altered" or "fine-O."

Tatsumi: Hm. I know this may be like preaching to the choir for you as a senior idol, but... In my experience, there can be up to ten acts trying to step into those footsteps under similar circumstances.

But well, there's something shameful about being roped into such a half-baked plan just by hearing about it...

Rinne: It's the same old song and dance, ain't it?

And no matter how stupid the plan some idiot comes up with, it's us on the front lines who have to pull it off and take the criticism!

So, how 'bout it? Starting to hate being an idol, huh ♪

Tatsumi: If something on this level made me hate it, I would've quit during the restructuring commotion back in summer.

And it's not just me; I'm certain ALKALOID and Crazy:B would've done the same.

Rinne: That so. What a model answer from a goody-two-shoes. No wonder ES likes you guys so much—"ALKALOID."

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Kai Gives Jay Some Attention

I'm dooooooooone!

Requested by @skylolasaysstuffsblog (check their blog out they're amazing :>)

Here's ur meal :>

Kai walked down the hall, about to go into his room, when he heard a familiar whine.

“Kaaaaaai, pay attention to meeeeeeeee.” Jay whined. Kai ran his hand over his face and groaned. Jay had been following him around all day, and just when Kai thought he’d finally shaken him off, Jay was back by his side.

“Jay, for the last time, leave me alone.” He glanced at the blue ninja who was making grabby-hands at him and latched onto his arm. Kai groaned and pulled his arm away.

“Ugh, Jay, why are you so clingy?” He asked in an irritated tone. Jay made puppy-eyes at him, but he just turned around and strode off. Jay harrumphed and followed. Kai didn’t know what his problem was. Why him? Why now?

“Why don’t you go bother Cole or something?” he asked angrily, voicing his thoughts. Jay crossed his arms.

“Because Cole isn’t here, he’s out somewhere with Lloyd or something (A/N: no ship), and you’re not doing anything.” He whined. “Why won’t you pay any attention to me?” He pouted. Kai looked down at him and groaned. He didn’t answer and stormed into his room, hoping Jay wouldn’t follow him in there, but he did.

“Kai!” Jay pouted again. Kai, who had sat down on his bed groaned and ran his hand over his face. He sat up and threw his hands up.

“You know what, Jay? If you want attention I’ll be happy to give it to you!” And with that, he jumped on Jay, tackling him to the ground. Jay yelped and squirmed to get free as Kai pinned him down.

“AH! KAI! Let me go!” he whined. Kai laughed dryly.

“Why? Don’t you want attention?” He asked teasingly before reaching down and squeezing Jay’s hips. Jay squeaked and giggled with breathless nervousness.

“Eep! Heheheh! Kai, what are you doing?” Jay asked nervously. Kai smirked at him.

“I’m just being a good big brother and giving you attention!” he replied, feigning exasperation, “That’s what you wanted, right?” Oh, Jay was so in for it. He saw the dangerous gleam in Kai’s eyes and felt nervous giggles bubbling in his throat. He did his best to stop them, but they slipped out anyway and Kai grinned mischievously.

“See? You’re loving this already!” He continued, spreading his arms out enthusiastically before bringing them back down. He gave Jay one more mischievous look before he dug his fingers into the blue ninja’s ribs. Jay screamed and instantly started laughing. His arms snapped to his sides in a desperate attempt to protect his ribs. Kai stopped for a second, looking at Jay with an amused smile.

“Are you okay, buddy?” he asked with a chuckle. Jay gasped and nodded. Kai grinned wolfishly.

“Then I’ll continue.” he replied and started tracing one finger over Jay’s tummy. The master of lightning squeaked and giggled, trying to push Kai's hand away, but Kai just clicked his tongue and pinned Jay’s hands under his knees.

“That’s better.* He muttered and continued to tickle Jay’s tummy.

“KAHAHAI! STAHAHAP! PLEHEASE!” the blue ninja pleaded. Kai just smiled adoringly at him.

“Why? I’m giving you attention!” he replied, poking Jay’s tummy and cherishing the cute squeaks he made.

“Nohohot this- EEK! tyhyhype of att- EEK! attention!” he snapped back with a now high-pitched voice. Kai gave him a look of mock puzzlement.

“I didn’t know there were different types of attention! You should have been more specific.” He teased with a grin, running his hands up and down Jay’s sides before scribbling them all over his tummy. Kai had honestly hated Jay’s whining at him, but he couldn’t help but enjoy tickling the poor lightning ninja. That’s what he called payback!

“And besides,” he continued, his hands moving up and wiggling hard and fast under Jay’s arms and earning a squeal from the other ninja, “you really seem to be enjoying this. Look at you, laughing and squirming so happily.” Jay blushed deeply and turned his head away because, deep down, he knew Kai was right. He was enjoying this, but it didn’t mean he had to admit it.

“NOHOHO! I DOHO- AAAAAH! KAHAHAI!” Jay shrieked mid-sentence when Kai started massaging his fingers into the blue ninja’s thighs. Poor Jay couldn’t stand being tickled there, and he was soon screeching with laughter.

“KAHAHAHAI! PLEHEHEHEASE! NOT THEHEHERE!” He screamed. Kai noticed how hard Jay was laughing and slowed to a stop. He chuckled sheepishly and gently tickled Jay’s neck to help him calm down. Jay panted and giggled as he tried to regain his breath.

“Oh. . . gohosh. That wahahas tortuhuhure.” he said tiredly, batting at Kai’s hands. Kai grinned and just moved them down to Jay’s sides, wiggling his forefingers gently.

“Well, maybe I did go a little overboard.” he admitted casually. Jay glared at him through his giggles.

“A LITTLE?” his voice squeaked indignantly. Kai smirked and wiggled his fingers faster on Jay’s sides. The tired ninja squeaked and instantly backed down.

“Okay! Okahahay! You wihihin!” he pleaded, squirming desperately. Kai snorted and stopped, resting his hands on Jay’s tummy.

“Alright, fine, you drama queen!” he said in exasperation. Jay glared at him hesitantly.

“Who are you calling a drama queen, hot head?” he shot back. Kai shook his head.

“Oh, you’re in for it Jay!” he told him before squeezing Jay’s hips rapidly. Jay squealed and began laughing hard once more. He squirmed and pulled at his hands, trying to find some way to protect himself. Kai chuckled and, after another few minutes, stopped.

“I think that’s lesson enough.” he said thoughtfully. As if on cue, Cole walked and Lloyd walked by. Kai turned and waved at them as he got off of a tired Jay.

“Oh hey guys!” He picked the blue ninja up bridal style and carried him to the two. He placed him in a shocked and confused Cole’s arms and patted his head affectionately.

“He’s your clingy problem now!” Kai grinned jokingly as Jay glared at him. He didn’t actually mean it. He had loads of fun, but, to maintain his image, he walked away with a wave. Jay dropped the glare and snuggled close to Cole. Lloyd stifled a snigger and slipped away. Cole got over his shock and sighed at the blue ninja.

“Okay, let’s go.” he chuckled and carried Jay to his room for a cuddle session.

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EEK SO INTERESTED,,, whats the premise/story so far :000

OKAY SO!

Everything I've thought of so far for the fnaf SB/fnaf movie au;

First of all it's like uhhh. Taking the plot of the fnaf movie and inserting it into SB. so it's not Mike and Abby at the Pizzaplex, nor is it Vanessa and Gregory in fnaf 1 (as in. The movie setting)

No no. It swaps characters around to make the plot work within the Security Breach timeline

I'll go into it below the cut.... :]

(Game) Vanessa takes (movie) Mike's role. She's struggling financially and isn't gonna be able to take care of Gregory for much longer if she doesn't pick up her act; they can be canonical siblings in this setting, let's say.

Gregory takes Abby's place of course, however he stays 14-- so he's in middle school, not elementary.

Not much changes for them both from the movie lore; you could have random ass characters fill Max and Jane's roles etc, and it changes nothing.

But who's the cop?

Everyone makes it Mike, it feels like. There's a million Greg & Evan aus, a million Greg & Mike aus, so I decided... why not just. Shake things up?

So. We have Elizabeth 'Shelley' Afton as the cop! She's young, but not too young. Younger than Vanessa for sure, probably in her late teens? (Idk, maybe she's a cop in training?? Idk how it works here, let alone in the US)

Last of all, who's William? Who is the yellow rabbit?

I figured I don't want William to be alive. I want him gone. But then why would Elizabeth stick around? Well... This au makes the Mimic William's creation. Sorry, Murrays erasure, but just trust me :P

The 'yellow rabbit' would just be a suit Mimic wears. Glitchtrap's costume, maybe.

The amimatronics... are not possessed. Yes, I know that may be strange, but hear me out again... they believe Mimic to be their friend until Gregory shows them the truth, bc Mimic is one of them, right? They're unaware of the murders. And yes, this means Freddy can be friendly... but I think he would still start off as mean to Vanessa. At least, sort-of. He doesn't trust her.

And this does all happen at the Pizzaplex! Shenanigans ensue

Cassie, Ellis and Tony are either some of the dead kids or they'd be saved for a sequel based on the second fnaf movie. Evan takes Garret's place since Vanessa is an Afton in the movie, idk.

None of this is fully thought out yet and I have a lot of other things going on so I haven't dedicated time to thinking things through... so I apologise if it's a little rough abdkjdjjf

One final thing! Take this unfinished art of the metal rabbit :]

[shewhowantsmouseears]

I am digging the gag of "Morgana, you could totally do better," and she for sure could. But there's something sappy romantic (probs their favorite kind honestly, the dramas) that she's not after anyone else and she's not in love with him to fix him. And somehow she's not settling either - like, she could absolutely go and find someone else and I'm sure be very happy with them, but she likes the happy that Darkwing makes her. I have to believe that she likes that they are strong enough individually where they fight and still come back together because they disagree on topics but still love the other person. Even though DW could be better, she loves him and who he's becoming because some of his episodes where he is most considerate and most honest are when he's with her and she gets to see him growing.

Maybe I'm reading too much into it, or I'm overly romantic, but I like that they choose each other anyway.

It's not perfection, or settling, or picking up a project, they just consistently mutually choose each other.

first off about the gag -

Second, I completely agree with you! And it's why they're one of my OTPs - both of them are far from perfect, and it's pretty dang obvious, but it's in spite of that that they're totally crazy about one another. From their first episode it's obvious that he's made her a better person (after all, he's turning her from a villain into a hero) but it's easy to miss that she's changing him in turn.

Funny enough, at work I was thinking about the Silvani comics and specifically how they portrayed the relationship. For those not in the know, the storyline starts with Drake having retired from the superhero life and how it affected everyone - including Morgana, who went almost fucking catatonic without him.

Apparently without Darkwing around, she promptly fell apart, and just saw no reason to keep her magic in check... or even her own sanity. When Darkwing returns to heroing and tries to get back with her, it's definitely not easy, as she doesn't even realize he's there.

When he tries touching her, she freaks out and just casts magic on instinct, still without even seeming to realize he's there. She's THAT of a mess without him. It's even shown she abandoned her beloved familiars, Eek Sqeak and Archie! Darkwing continues to try to get through to her, going through their past dates, of all the good times they had together, but nothing is getting through. Then he finally admits what happened to her is his fault.

That's right - narcissist superhero Darkwing, who has been aptly descripted as having the go the size of a small planet, admitted something was his fault. Very few people get that out of him! And I think this whole chapter proves something very near and dear to me. Yeah, he's gaga over her looks, but he's really and truly in love with her.

Of course, being Disney and all that, naturally the tear is what snaps out of her out of it. And here's where it really gets me right in the kokoro, because what do they do when she's finally back to normal? A big kiss, obviously, and then?

DAWWWWWWWWW.

It's one of my favorite panels out of the entire run. Somehow this just... gets to me, way more than a passionate kiss or flowery words of romance. They just look so peacefully content together! I just... wehhhh ;_;

so yeah, apologies for the ramble, but I'm glad you're enjoying the silly memes, and I'm always happy to spread more morgwing love!

[vyladromeave]

20 and 22 for the ask game?

20. you can only change one plotline in the entire canon—what would it be and how would you alter it?

FUCKKKKK ONLY ONE? hmmm....

I do think there is a part of this question that is phrased strangely, I understand the "only one plotline" thing in theory because it requires you to limit yourself to one decisive answer. But that also kind of implies that the One Plotline you're changing has changes that are all self-contained and ultimately return things to the status quo, which is typically not why I would make a change in plot to begin with. If I'm making one big major change in the plot, typically its going to be something major enough that the rest of the series is affected, which kind of conflicts with how the question is intended...

With that in mind... I mean the easy answer is something Aaron-related, but honestly most of his issues stem from a character standpoint given he rarely ever drives the plot forward meaningfully unless he's literally killing himself lol. There's not a lot of single isolated plot issues for him, I don't know if I could fix him without really going back to the roots and really domino-effect-ing him and how he interacts with the rest of the plot moving forward. sooooo...

If I had to do a more self-contained plotline change, it'd be the circumstances around Garroth's S1 betrayal. Easily.

Judging by how quickly everyone forgives him, the series itself seems to forget that people got hurt, killed, and had years of their life stolen because Garroth got mad that Aphmau maybe romantically liked someone else. It relies on miscommunication and poor characterization to even be executed at all. Eek.

Canonically, one of his biggest weaknesses is that he invests too much into people. He couldn't kill Zenix despite Zenix actively trying to kill him multiple times because of how much time and love there had been between them. Are we really expected to believe he'd betray Aphmau on the off chance she might've done something that could've hurt his feelings? Are you kidding me? This is stupid.

Seeing as how the series treats him as if his motives are already easily forgivable and justified, just changing the motive to be... actually that, keeps the change relatively self-contained here. So! Lets give him a motive that actually makes sense here:

Zane promises the war will be endless unless Garroth gets him what he wants. He's scared of O'khasis' military might and knows what they can do. Lillian is still a method of coercion, mostly as a contact point between him and Zane.

He's trapped in a lose-lose situation, both actions causing Phoenix Drop harm, growing sick and locking himself in his room from fear and indecision. It culminates in his betrayal in the S1 finale, his fear of O'khasis and Garte outweighing his trust in Aphmau and Phoenix Drop. This leads into a much more viable change of heart in the S1 finale, and a much more natural redemption afterwards.

22. who's the character that you most identify with and why?

looks up to my url. looks back at this ask. looks up at my url again. looks at you. looks to my icon. looks to my header. looks to this ask. yeah it's vylad why do you ask.

No but on a serious note, I think it's natural to put pieces of yourself into characters, and with Vylad that comes very naturally to me. He has always fascinated me, even since before we had much confirmed about him (I very vivdly remember trying to talk to people about him being the Elusive Third Sibling of Garroth during S1, only to get VERY confused responses). When he got properly introduced in S2, only to justify basically everything I had ever theorized about him to be right, it was very satisfying lol. I don't think I can fully answer the "why" here without getting very personal, but here's some stuff I feel comfortable sharing!

Green and red are important colors for Vylad, and they're important for me too!! Green has basically always been my favorite color since the dawn of time, although I did go through a strong purple phase when I was younger.

The way he acts and behaves can be very easily read as autistic/otherwise neurodivergent. I saw/still see a lot of my behaviors in him in a way that made him very comforting to me when I was first watching the series in 2015, and still makes him very endearing to me now ^-^

I am a sucker for characters who go through a literal death + transformation afterwards. Big fan of symbolism. Somewhat for transgender reasons personally, but also stuff beyond that.

speaking of transgender: nonbiney :) and while we're at it hes one of the most explicitly lgbt characters we've got. gay people!!!!! woooooo!!!!!!!!!!

we've both got freckles heehee :D

This comic was based off some very personal musings of mine, so much so that I almost didn't post it lol. His strange relationship with not-religion is very important to me.

Weirdly enough though, I'm not a sibling! I very very frequently find myself identifying with characters that have strange sibling relationships, but I'm an only child! I don't know why this keeps happening.

[writingsofwesteros]

Before his affair with Aemma started, Daemon still believed firmly that Rhaenyra was his other half. She was everything he wanted: A pure valyrian bride that shared blood with him. For all his life, he convinced himself they were meant to be, so he felt over the moon when they finally married. But their dynamic consist basically in playful bickering and Rhaenyra treating him more like a loyal dog that a lover. She expects him to follow her and do her wishes at all times, and while the bickering is fun, it gets boring when it's the only thing they do as a couple.

Here enters Aemma. At first he isn't interested, since she's only half Targaryen and doesn't even have valyrian looks, althought he admits she's quite a pretty thing, but then he realizes that with her he can enjoy that feeling of control and being in charge that he doesn't have with Rhaenyra. He doesn't mean to go far, just a bit of teasing here and there to please himself, but Aemma reacts so sweetly to his antics and seems so open to him. He slowly gets attached to her, going to her company when he feels neglected by Rhaenyra.

Then the game begins. She wears slightly revealing dresses around him that hug her curves, sits on his lap when he's reading, asks him to sleep with her because of nightmares. She even had the gall to invite her into her chambers while she was bathing, so he could "watch over her". Eventually, Daemon snapped.

Suddenly they're lovers, but Daemon is still confused about his feelings for Rhaenyra and tells to himself that Aemma is just a pastime, a distraction. She's not a true valyrian anyway. But god, the sounds she makes when he fucks her and those adorable glassy eyes staring at him with adoration...it makes him weak.

Aemma doesn't stop there. After the deed, she insists for him to stay, laying her head on his chest and talking to him. She massages his shoulders when he's stressed, they have intellectual converstations together, go flying together, they take baths together and she insists on showering his hair herself. She's so caring and attentive towards him, something Rhaenyra isn't.

It's only a matter of time before he gives himself in

!!!

Eek, there was no way he was able to fight this effection off. She had him wrapped around her finger

[noorahqar]

ohhhhh that makes sense! i will do an ask game thingo!

ok im gonna say number 8 reoccurring dreams for the questions game & 👊🙉 for the loz one. i think i mightve typed the wrong emoji monkey but WHY IS THERE MORE THAN ONE EMOJI MONKEY ANYWAY

thank u and goodnight <3

Hi Bee!!! I also don't know why there's more than one monkey! Why is that a subgenre of emojis. I kind of get the cats, at least. Altho this guy 😼 has no rational reason to exist IMO.

8. any reacquiring dreams?

Yeah I'm guessing that meant reoccurring. Not really anymore. I never had reoccurring dreams, but I'd have dream sequels two or three years after the original. The only one I remember right now is one that had the titanic in it. Not much else. It was like... 6-ish years ago, tbf LOL

🙊 Unpopular Zelda Opinions?

Zelda unpopular opinions... Hmm. I'm a sheep when it comes to opinions but I can think of one currently.

I don't think every Zelda game from here on out HAS to be open world. I've seen a lot of people view the open world format as the future of all games, but linearity is nice too. I've heard people say that Nintendo doesn't go back once it's found a formula that works, and I'm vaguely scared that'll be the case moving forwards LOL.

Additionally, because my rambles kept ending up here, TOTK's map was kind of mediocre. It was fun seeing how it had developed over the five-ish years since BOTW, but there wasn't much new to explore. The Depths and Sky Islands? Yeah, they're there, but only about 20% of either of those had any actual content. There were a lot of missed opportunities. But the little lore drops were fun! I really liked the contents of the Gerudo depths. I wish it'd been explored more.

Eek. Don't get me started on how none of the civilians recognize Link. Or the repetitiveness of the dialogue and sages. Eughh. As you can see I'm stuck somewhere between adoring TOTK and disliking it LOL

👊 Favorite Zelda Villain/Boss?

Oooooh. I'm gonna have to say the very final boss of TOTK, for strange reasons. Spoilers ahead (It's been a year. Is it still spoilers?)

I saw the name "Demon Dragon" on Ao3 like a week after the game came out and immediately did that thing where I forget spoilers on purpose. (It works so well. I did the same for the Seized Construct and was SO SHOCKED when that boss fight occurred.) But I expected it to be a main boss _before_ Ganondorf. Like Mucktorok or something. I actually thought the Spirit Temple was where it'd occur.

It did NOT occur in the Spirit Temple. It was fucking awesome, LOL. Not a hard boss, more for the spectacle, but the thrill was insane!!

Thank you for the ask, Bee!! ❤️❤️

[white-boy-bracket]

tbh I unfollowed this blog after Artemis lost and now I see the Team Lit vs Percy post in the af tags so I go to the blog and it's like returning to a building to find it completely renovated. What the hell happened? I'm assuming it's Artemis's fault

It is Artemis's fault. Have you seen someone in the notes of all of the polls across the site screaming about Artemis Sweep? That person is me. I am his tireless cheerleader, watching him lose again and again and again, in every poll. Slowly growing wary.

I made this tournament because Artemis is one pale ass motherfucker. He is the reason why this tournament is here. I love him. And when he lost in his first round? Of my own tournament? I held a nepotism poll and stuck him with Firestar. A strong ally to be certain. Anyone who beats the onceler is not to be trifled with.

They won the Nepo poll, and then eeked out a win against the Beatles and Qifrey.

I held a second Nepo poll because i thought it would be funny if Bruce Wayne and Batman were on the same team. But my Team Blatant Nepotism SWEPT the tournament- Nico, Jason, and Spencer Reid.

So i combined them with Team Lit. They are now called Team Lit (and spencer). they're currently going up against Percy. A strong opponent. A strong... Ally?

If Percy loses, he is not out of the tournament, he joins Team Lit (and spencer). I put this fact in the poll. Team Lit (and spencer) are eeking out a win as win against Percy.

They will need him if they are to defeat Garfield (probably) next round.

Does this sound like a villain monologue? It is.

Artemis is my specialest boy. I'm not rigging the tournament- as is im not overturning results- but i am trying to give Artemis all the help he can get.

You unfollowed when Artemis lost. Fool. I'm too biased for him to die in round 2! Its round 4 now!

People are annoyed with me. Other people find it funny. But I'll be damned if Artemis doesn't AT LEAST get to the semi finals. At least.

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

prompt idea?

Peter 1 is not much of an attention seeker but he sees Peter 2 and 3 in a tickle fight and kinda hints towards wanting to join and they eventually catch on and both are literally just like "awww" and of course they're gonna give him what he wants<3

One Sided Tickle Fight

Summary: See prompt above :)

(Finally! I've been stuck on this prompt for so long because of writer's block! ❤️ This was so sweet and I wanted to get it done so badly! ❤️ I will just say, it definitely becomes a one sided tickle fight very easily with these three ❤️ Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy :))

One jumped as a squeal ripped through the house. He flung himself up from his spot on the couch and raced to the stairs. "Guys?"

A cartoonish scream followed by a thud came from one of the upper rooms and had One running up the stairs. He listened intently as he checked room after room. Finally, he reached Peter Two's room where a figure came crashing into him.

Both One and Three crashed to the floor.

"Oof! Three!"

The tallest Peter hurried back up to his feet and scurried away. "Sorry One!"

The youngest stayed down for a second before he pushed up on his arms. Then immediately went back down with a squeal when Two soared over him. "Eek!"

"Sorry Pete!" Two turned to look back at One while he ran off. "You good?"

"Yes?"

"Okay then." Then the oldest was off again. "Get back here Three!"

Peter 1 pushed himself back up. "Wait! What is going on?"

As One hurried back downstairs, he heard another solid thud followed by another squeal. "Wahait!"

"You're not getting away this time."

"Twoho plehease! Ihim sohorryYYYY!"

Peter 1 pepped into the living room to see Three pinned to the floor with Two digging into his ribs.

"Now you're sorry?" Two spidered up to his younger brother's armpits. "You weren't sorry when you attacked me!"

"NAH! TWOHO!" Three snorted. "NOHOT THERE!"

The youngest Peter chuckled at his two older brothers. So that's what this was all about. A tickle fight that apparently Three had started.

And honestly it looked quite fun.

A squeak brought One's attention back to the fight. When he snapped back up, he saw Three had managed to turn the tables and was now rolling Two onto his back. "Ah-ha!"

"Hehey! Noho fahair!"

"My hohow the tables hahave tuhurned."

This time, Peter 2 snorted as his sides were attacked. "Nohoho! Yohou ahalready gohot mehe!"

"None of the rules sahay Ihi can't get you again."

While the older two continued their attack, Peter 1 crept forward. "Three. Are yohou picking ohon your brother?"

Three smirked at the youngest. "You weren't there Pete. Yohou dohont know what crimes hehe's committed!"

"Ihive dohone no suhuch thihing!" Two exclaimed.

"Innocent until proven guilty. And you have definitely been guilty."

Peter 1 giggled at the interaction. "Yohou guhuys are silly."

"See?" Peter 2 pointed out. "Eheven hehe thinks yohou're ridihiculous!"

One giggled. "Yes yohou ahare."

Three put a hand to his chest. "Uno! I can't believe you would side with him and nohot with me!"

"Buhut yohou're too sihilly!"

Three turned to the oldest. "You've turned my own brother against me? Now you must pay!"

Peter 3 then dug into Two's ribs, making his legs accidentally kick Peter 1 onto his back.

"NAAH! SOHORRY OHONE!"

The youngest Peter sat up with a pout. That usually worked. However, Three usually zeroed in on revenge so it made sense he would keep attacking Two.

So One decided to help flip the tables.

"Reheally Two?" Peter 1 pulled himself up. "Yohou're juhst going to let hihim puhush you around lihike that?"

"IHIM TRYHYING!"

"Don't side with him!" The middle Peter retorted.

One smirked. "Come on Two. Get him!"

With a little determination, Peter 2 raised his hands and managed to snag Three's sides. "Got yaha!"

Peter 3 squeaked and moved to grab Two's wrists. "Hehey!"

One cheered. "Wahay toho go!"

Peter 2 finally managed to roll and get Three on his back. Once he had the middle Peter pinned, he quickly checked on One. "Yohou okay?"

One nodded.

"Good. Sorry Ihi kicked yohou." Two playfully glared at Three. "Ihi had sohome help wihith thahat."

Peter 3 giggled nervously. "Twoho, lehet's talk abohout this!"

"After you attacked him?" One teased.

"And made me kick Uno?" Peter 2 attacked Three's hips. "Yeah no, you're going down."

Peter 3 let out a sound that resembled a squeal mixed with a high pitched giggle before dissolving into his witch cackle.

Meanwhile, Peter 1 slipped his hands inside the sleeves of his sweatshirt to make himself appear tinier. "Thahank you fohor avengihing me Mr. Spidermahan."

Two winked at him. "You're welcome Peanut---I mean, little citizen. Now if you excuse me, I must avenge myself."

While Two tickled Three to bits, One's shoulders dropped. That normally worked. Peter 2 never missed an opportunity to tickle One when he was being cute. The youngest would have to try something else to get the reaction he wanted.

Suddenly, a new idea crossed his mind.

One leaned forward to poke Two's shoulder. "You're dohoing ihit wrong Two."

Peter 2 paused his tickles. "Oho, really?"

"Dohon't yohou dare give hihim ahany ideheas yohou grehemlin!" Peter 3 sputtered.

Two snickered. "Gremlihin?"

Undettered, Peter 1 smirked at his older brother. "Everyone knohows what yohour speciality ihis. You shohould uhuse thahat."

Both brothers grinned as Peter 3's eyes widened comically. "Dohon't you dare!"

"Oh I should, should I?"

Three squirmed. "Not ohon mehe!"

One's cheeks turned pink.

Meanwhile, Two rolled up Three's shirt. "Yehes on you."

"Wait!"

In response, Peter 2's head lowered down to blow raspberries into his younger brother's tummy.

NoOOOO! TWOOO!"

As One watched the interaction, his face dropped. Another failed attempt on his part. Why was it so hard to get tickled today?

Finally, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

So when Two paused the raspberry attack to give Three a breather, the youngest reached forward to taze the oldest Peter's side.

Two squeaked. "Hey!"

One grinned. "You've been picking ohon Three aha lohot."

"Hehe has aha point Twoho."

Peter 2 playfully glared at the youngest. "Most of them were your suggestions!"

Because Peter 2 was distracted by the claim, he missed Three slipping loose and wrapping him in a hug until it was too late. Peter 2 was yanked down on top of the tallest before he could process it.

Peter 3 then pointed at Peter 1. "You!"

"Eep!"

"Give me a spot!"

One's eyes widened in disbelief. "What?"

"Give mehe a ticklehel spot fohor hihim."

"No!" Peter 2 squirmed. "Dohon't behetray me like thahat Peanut!"

"Oh." One rubbed the back of his neck. "Um . . . Ears?"

"Perfect." Peter 3 started lightly tracing the oldest Peter's ears. "Thank you munchkin!"

As Three attacked, Two dissolved into bubbly giggles. The younger two loved tickling his ears because they were a definite sensitive spot.

Meanwhile, Peter 1 tried to keep up his smile. It was nice to see his brothers so happy and carefree, but he wanted to be let in on the fun. Yet none of his tactics appeared to be working.

"Eehehehee!" Two snorted. "Ohone yohou jeherk!"

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"Yohou betrahayed meheEEE!"

"Then why don't you do something about it?" The youngest Peter snapped.

Both older brothers paused their attack and just stared.

Peter 1 turtled into shoulders. "Um . . . I-I mean . . ."

A slow grin made it's way across Three's face as he cooed.

"Sh-shut up a-and . . . Tickle him!"

"Did I miss something?" Two asked.

Peter 3 released his grip. "Didn't you hear him Dos? He wants you to do something about it."

One gulped and scooted back an inch. "Uhum . . ."

"He does?" Peter 2 cooed as the dots clicked. "Awww."

"Sh-shuht uhup!"

"Why didn't you say anything Peanut?" Peter 2 snagged his ankle so he could pull him onto his back. "We're more than happy too."

"Ah!"

Peter 3 started upright. "Wait, is that what you were doing?"

One hid behind his hands.

"That makes so much more sense."

Two melted. "Ahand is soho adorable."

Peter 1 playfully kicked at the oldest.

"Aw." Two pulled the foot into his lap. "I'm sorry for making you wait baby."

One pulled his hands apart. "W-wait!"

"No no no," Peter 3 corrected as he pulled One's other foot into his lap. "You've had to wait too long Pumpkin. We're not going to wait any longer."

Peter 1 squeaked and hugged his torso to brace himself.

"He's so excited he can't stahand it." Peter 2 skittered his fingers along the bottom of his baby brother's foot. "Are youw weady fowr dose tickwes Peanut?"

"Squee!"

Three started skittering across One's other foot. "Wook at da baby. He's sow wiggwy."

"Ah! Nohot aha bahabyhy!"

"Aww, is somewone cwanky? Doews da baby need mowre tickwes?"

The blush on One's face spread to his ears and down his neck. His feet weren't super ticklish, but they still made him giggle and squirm. The teases were getting him the most.

But then Three had to zero in on the dip in between his toes.

"WaAAAIT!" Peter 1 snorted. "NOT THEHERE!"

"Aww, does my Pumpkin have tickwish toewsies? Is dat why youwre suwch a squiwmy wowmy?"

Peter 1 kept stuttering out sounds like he was trying to protest, but between the tickles and and baby talk he was too flustered to get anything out.

"Aww, is de mean Spiderman picking on my Peanut?" Two wiggled a finger in between the toes on the foot that he had. "Poowr baby."

"AH! NAAAAH!"

"Noho hehes not picking on my Peanut?"

"I'd nehever pihick ohon my Pumpkin." Three wiggled One's biggest toe. "Nevewr evewr."

"Den what is he doing tow youw munchkin?"

"Tihicklyhy!" Peter 1 exclaimed and snorted again.

"He's tickwing youw? Awww." Peter 2 wiggled the opposite big toe. "Dat's what makes youw sow adowabwe?"

One snorted. "Ehenough bahabyhy tahahalk! Ihim nohot five!"

Suddenly Three's fingers spidered off of One's foot and up to his knee. "Den whahat are youw going tow dow abouwt ihit?"

With a little bit of effort, One twisted himself up and tried to grab onto Three. However, a squeeze to the opposite knee Two still had trapped brought him crashing back down. And just like that he was back at square one.

"Where do you think you're going Peanut?" Two teased as he moved to pin both of One's legs.

"Ihi thought ihit wahas aha tickle fihight!"

"Of cohourse it ihis." Peter 3 pinned One's wrists above his head. "Aha very one sided tickle fight on our munchkin."

One giggled nervously. "Hohow is thahat fahair!"

Peter 2 poked his tummy. "In older brother world it is."

"In baby brother world, ihit just means you're in fohor alllll the laughter." Three added his own poke to One's neck.

"And you're not getting away from us anytime soon."

The youngest Peter desperately wished he could hide in his hands right now, but he settled for turning his face into his arm.

Three tapped on the side of his face. "Hey, remember, if you want to stop at any time, just tell us."

One nodded. "Okahay."

"Feel comfortable with us continuing?" Two added.

It took a little bit for One to actually look up at both of them, but he finally nodded yes to the question.

"You heard him Dos. This munchkin is ready to be tickled!"

"Ihi heard him Three." Two's fingers dug into One's sides. "It's tickle fight time!"

Shortly thereafter, Peter 3 joined in on the fun.

And nedless to say, Peter 1 lost that very one sided tickle fight.