#HOLYYYYY SHIT

[tklpilled]

inspired by an ask from earlier :)

alhaitham heard it the moment it started.

in just the short moment to rise from his seat and walk over to pick up another glass from lambad did he hear kaveh giggling. and not just any giggle you hear from a joke or an amusing anecdote, that's the type you'd hear when tickling fingers target kaveh's sides. and sure enough as haitham makes it back to their booth, he can see the cause of such gorgeous laughter as the traveler and paimon tag team to poke kaveh's sides. being a little tipsy, kaveh didn't do much to fight back against the two and nor did he attempt to hold back his smile and laughter. alhaitham loves the sight.

however, things like these are reserved only for alhaitham to see, as he would say.

kaveh yelps as alhaitham hoists him over his shoulder at the moment their front door closes behind them. alhaitham shows little emotion on his face but is very amused at kaveh's wiggling and half hearted protests that included smacking his butt. the squirming architect and focused scribe make it to their bedroom, the former gently tossing his partner onto the sheets (though kaveh would say it was more brutish than anything).

"ack! what's the big idea alhaitham? i didn't even do anything, and i hardly drank much tonight!" kaveh lamented as he glared up at the smug scribe, who climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips. alhaitham tucked a stray hair behind kaveh's ear and let his fingers walk down his jaw, their destination at his mouth to caress kaveh's soft bottom lip.

"i find myself becoming greedier these days...especially with you," alhaitham murmers as he thumbs at kaveh's lips, tracing over where kaveh applied the lip gloss that alhaitham likes.

kaveh rolls his eyes, "i could've told you that you're clingy." he chuckles when alhaitham squeezes his cheeks to make his lips pursed. kaveh's breath hitches when alhaitham cups his cheek and leans in close to his ear.

"won't you let me be selfish with you?" alhaitham whispers, smiling when he can feel kaveh's cheek heat up. kaveh nods impatiently, wrapping his arms around alhaitham's back and pulls him in to capture his lips in a kiss. the kiss is cut short when alhaitham slides down to press kisses on kaveh's neck. the architect shivers, but doesn't mind the attention there. it isn't until the hands straddling kaveh's torso move to caress his rib cage does he start to squirm.

"tickles..." kaveh whines, only wrapping his arms around alhaitham's neck in response. however, two curious fingers wiggle under kaveh's arms at that, which kaveh squeaks and yanks his arms back, trapping the tickling fingers underneath. "haitham! w-wait, nohohoho!" kaveh bursts into giggles as even the neck kisses turn lighter to tickle more.

"wait for what? are you going to call your new best friends for help?" alhaitham teases as he sits up to sit on kaveh's hips, taking his hands from under kaveh's arms to mimic the traveler's pokes to his sides from earlier. he watches kaveh carefully, as if to burn the memory of a pink-faced kaveh thrashing around as he squeaks under this ticklish surprise.

"what are you talking about? the traveler- ACK- plehehehehease! alhaitham nahahahaha!" kaveh throws his head back as alhaitham suddenly squeezes his upper ribs and continues to do so to the rest of his ribs.

"i don't think it's all too much of an outrage to only reserve the right to see this sight for myself, is it?" alhaitham asks, almost with indifference to kaveh continues to shriek under his touch.

"for instance, i have confidence in knowing i'm the only one who knows if i wiggle my fingers here," alhaitham cups kaveh's cheeks and does just that, tickling his cheeks and ears, "you'll cover my hands with your own and try, and fail, to hide your face." as if it was a prediction of the future, kaveh does exactly that, trying to hide his pink cheeks and growing-in-pitch giggles.

"and if i hold your elbow up and trace my nails under your arm," alhaitham smirks as a sharp yell fills the room, "you'll screech as if i tore your favorite shirt, and of course, fall into cackling." right on cue, kaveh cackles and kicks out his legs.

alhaitham leans down close to kaveh's ribs, making sure to hold onto his elbows to avoid being nailed in the face, "even just the presence of my face close to your ribs will always get you squirming and trying to hold back your laughter by tightening your lips into this awkward, failing line." the muffled squeaks from kaveh are more than enough evidence for alhaitham's words.

"the slightest touch here..." alhaitham gestures to kaveh's belly, which he finds hilarious that kaveh already tries to wriggle away from his fingers with a screech. "...will, without a doubt, make you squeal." alhaitham emphasizes his words with a quick poke to kaveh's belly button, achieving the squeal he wished for.

"but what our traveling friends do not know is that tickling your sides like this will bear a much more fruitful reaction." alhaitham swiftly moves his legs to stop his straddle to flip kaveh over onto his front, settling back down on his upper thighs. with that few short seconds kaveh takes in a few breaths, but when he feels alhaitham position his thumbs on his lower back and the other four fingers on his sides does kaveh begin giggling and pleading in anticipation. he does not get so much more than four "pleases" when alhaitham kneads his fingers onto his lower back and sides, and kaveh falls into screams.

what kaveh can't see through his position and squealing state is alhaitham's softening gaze. alhaitham couldn't bear to have his headphones on whenever kaveh laughed, it was too much of a beautiful sound to be shut out. and although others may have the opportunity to hear such a wondrous sound, alhaitham couldn't blame them for wanting to hear more.

but this, this is for alhaitham's eyes and ears only.

ANON. WJAT THE FUCK i am actually speechless ?? how am i supposed to react this is SO CUTE this is actually the best thing i've ever read. ohmy god i'm actually deceased

[anachronistic-falsehood]

POWER LEVEL THIRTEEN????????

[afraid-of-detriment]

THANKS INSTAGRAM EXPLORE PAGE IM GONNA GO FUCKING INSANE

[doctorwhoisadhd]

i see what everyone meant when they said that getting too high makes you scared

[terrainofheartfelt]

LANDMINE EPISODE

[asterroses]

um i um i uh ummm uhhhh UM

[gurorori]

images dat kill ya instantly

[septembersghost]

some people need to develop a sense of humor and whimsy as they are far too brittle and unfun for this, the court jester website

[astrathecowboy]

OH MY GOD OH MY FUCKING HBJDVSCBIUHAUDB

[pretty-face-breaker]

Just finished the first episode of Hannibal.......

[fanficlerontheroof]

FIRST CHAPTER IS UP LETS GOOOOO

lil' snippet:

Wukong bristled.

"Don't even start- we were drunk! On really strong heavenly booze and-"

"-That totally justifies how you got railed in Lao Tzu's alchemical lab."

"Wait what?" Yellow snapped his neck in the direction of the new voice.

Oh shit.

"Monkey King, I thought you just stole his immortality pills-" MK peaked his head around the pyramid of peaches he was holding.

"They took a pill every time they came," Yellow added helpfully.

[archonfurina]

i don’t know what i expected from the our life patreon moment but whewwwww that was...........  😳😳

[hopelesshawks]

Congratulations on 1000 followers! Love the event ideas too. I was hoping for a Music Mashup with Hawks. About me-5' nothing, love baking and embroidery, enjoy teasing my SO, former dog groomer and current house wife, I can either be the quietest person you know or the loudest/most talkative depending on what the other person I'm engaged with needs.

For song I wanted to go with Always Be You by Cherish Danae

https://open.spotify.com/album/3OvKr9jazhFAOQ3MFzwnm1?si=NulCLQRURyC9fu4zlhVOMQ

Thank you! For the congratulations and for taking part in the event ❤️

Omg I love this song now, it's so beautiful and honestly so perfect for Hawks, thanks for putting me onto it. I'll also include the song at the bottom of the post. Holy shit this turned out long but I hope you like it

"You sure you don't want me to stay a little later?" your best friend asks yet again as you practically push her out the door.

"Yes, I'm positive," you chuckle, "and I know for a fact your boss will kill you if you're late again so go I will be just fine."

"But you shouldn't be alone on your birthday," she pouts.

It's a familiar argument at this point, one your friend has made several times since you realized she was about to earn herself strike three with her boss just so she could hang with you until your boyfriend got home. You roll your eyes fondly as you get her out the apartment and then lean on your door jamb to say your goodbyes.

"Hawks will be here soon, he should be flying home by now," you explain.

"I still don't understand why he'd accept a multi-day mission in another city the same week as your birthday. He's cutting it awfully close you know! Has he even texted you yet today?"

"He'll tell me happy birthday in person when he gets here. Trust me. Now get out of here before you get yourself fired."

Your friend begrudgingly leaves and you can't help but chuckle at her antics. She's a little on the overprotective side but you adore her anyway. You don't actually know what time Hawks will get back so you decide you may as well keep your hands busy while you wait, grabbing your needle, thread, and latest project while you settle onto the couch. From there it's easy to lose track of time, lost in the familiar motion of the needle, so much so you don't even notice that the sun is setting until a knock at your balcony door startles you out of your concentration.

Your surprise melts into fond affection as you take in the sight of your clearly rundown boyfriend leaning heavily on the glass door as he waits for you to let him. You’re up in a heartbeat, sliding the door open and letting him pull you into an embrace as he enters.

“Sorry I didn’t warn ya I was coming ahead of time, villain busted my phone,” he explains, his voice heavy with exhaustion, “can we collapse on your couch for a minute?” There’s scarcely a moment between you nodding and your back suddenly hitting the seat cushions of your couch as he maneuvers you over and plasters himself against you, his taller frame enveloping yours almost completely.

“Crushing me babe,” you chuckle but the only reply you get is a huff as he shuffles down the couch to give you more room to breathe and that’s about it. All you can do is roll your eyes fondly again before taking back up your embroidering, allowing him to nap as the early evening turns to late night.

You try not to disturb him but you know you’ll both regret it if you sleep on the couch all night so when Hawks shows no sign of rousing even as the clock ticks closer and closer to midnight, you gently shake his shoulder until he blinks up at you with golden eyes.

“We should move to the actual bed sleepy bird,” you explain and he nods, clearly still half asleep. He rises slowly and reaches out to grasp hold of your hand, tugging you with him as he makes his way back to your bedroom.

You allow yourself to be led if for no other reason than the fact you always think there’s something particularly adorable about Hawks when he’s this tired, but as his eyes reach the clock by your bed he freezes.

“Everything ok?” you ask, confused by the sudden stop.

Your boyfriend whirls around to face you, his hands grasping your shoulders as you register the exhaustion that has swirled around his golden irises only moments ago has been replaced with guilt and panic.

“Yesterday was your birthday,” he says abruptly, his mouth a grim line of disappointment.

“Today is my birthday, yea, but—“

“No, it’s after midnight. Yesterday was your birthday and I missed it.”

You’d planned on teasing him a bit about it in the morning but you recognize that tone of voice and immediately you soften.

“Baby it’s alright,” you assure him but he shakes his head, pulling away and shoving his hands into his pockets.

“It’s not, I shouldn’t— you deserve better,” he insists, blowing out a breath of frustration as he sits on the bed, eyes trained on the ground.

Anyone who didn’t know him would miss it, but to you the self-flagellation is obvious. He hates disappointing you, hates letting you down, hates when he gets so fixated on work that he neglects you. Your poor bird, so desperate to be good and so frequently caught between being a good boyfriend and a good hero. You can practically see the gears in his brain spinning as he hyper analyzes every second of the past few days, trying to identify what he could’ve done better to avoid this failure. If you let him he’d probably do this all night, replaying each singular moment until he’d solved it even if the answer was an unrealistic standard to set himself to. But of course you won’t let him, not when he already expects far too much of himself.

You move to stand in front of him, gently taking his face in your hands and tilting it up so his eyes meet yours. “Baby, it’s ok. You’re exhausted, of course you are. It’s hard being number two, there’s nothing you could have done,” you assure him, but he swallows hard, not quite able to accept your words just yet.

“Even if it’s understandable you still deserve someone who can put you above everything else. You… you should be with someone who can make you their everything,” he whispers into the quiet space between you both.

You shake your head fondly, a small smile gracing your lips.

“Fortunately for us that’s my call to make not yours.”

“You’d be better off without me.”

“You’re wrong,” you insist, your words filled with a conviction that speaks loud even though your voice is still soft and he cannot help but close his eyes and tremble with it, the number two hero in all of Japan turned to putty in your hands.

“Look at me,” you request but he resists, not fully prepared to find the love he already knows will be in your eyes.

“Keigo, look at me.”

How can he refuse when you say a name he used to hate like it’s something precious?

His eyelids flutter open and he nearly gasps when your gazes meet.

“I know you find this hard to believe, but trust me when I say that if I had to choose, it’ll always be you,” you assure him before pressing a kiss to his lips.

He sighs into it, drawing you in close until he can properly fold you into his arms and wings. It’s the same thing you’ve told him a hundred times before but each time is a precious gift nonetheless. As if reading his mind you break the kiss but don’t go far so your lips still brush against his as you repeat the words again.

“It’ll always be you.”

[mamodcs]

ALSO DRAGON QUEST??? I am so excited

Detective Pikachu??? Fucking W

THERE WAS SO MANY GOODIES IN THIS STREAM TBH

[oasisofgalaxies]

ROCKING BACK AND FORTH VIOLENTLY SHOVING MH FACE JNTO THE BEAREDT SOFT MARERIAL WHIPPING MY HEAD AROUND SO FAST IM DIZZY IMBUIJHBD DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE

[kfcspicychickensandwich]

Hello mommy, sorry I mean mommy, I mean mommy, I mea-

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