#HOW DOES ONE GIGGLE AND SCREAM SIMULTANEOUSLY

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*ARAHABAKI SCREECHING SOUNDS*

i got a 95.32 as my final preliminary grade for financial accounting and reporting 2 , and when our class compared our scores i was in the top three what in the everliving FUCK

[stevie-petey]

dibs

“Jinx!” Again, they say this at the same time. They both groan, and without any other words, they jump into an intense game of rock, paper, scissors.  “One, two, three!” Steve holds out a rock, Robin does as well, and the two teens almost strangle one another.  They try again, this time they both land on paper, and Robin throws her head back in frustration. “I’m not good at math, but this cannot be statistically possible.”

Summary: do the laws of dibs still apply if steve and robin see you at the same time ???

Rating: general, some swearing

Warnings: swearing, fem!reader, use of y/n

Words: 1.4k

Before you swing in: this is for my beloved val (@southelroy), and i was so excited to try my hand at writing robin and steve together <3 this is a very silly fic, not at all meant to be realistic or serious, and it isnt proofread so pls enjoy n beware !

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According to the ancient rules of “dibs”, the first person who sees the desired one has the rightful claim of dibs. Anyone else present during this time must obey this sacred rule, respecting the fact that the other has laid claim first. It’s an old, ancient tradition, held up for centuries through faithful friendships. 

It’s a solid system, really.

Except Steve and Robin see you walk into Family Video on the same day, at the same time, together. 

You walk in, hair slightly wet from the rain and your eyes bright, and smile at the two of them shyly. Setting down your umbrella, you unbutton your raincoat and look around the store. “Sorry, is it okay if I hide out in here for a bit? My umbrella broke and I really don’t feel like catching a cold.”

Steve and Robin stare at you, wide eyed and in shock. They’ve never seen you before, they surely would’ve remembered your face if they had, and their brains short circuit simultaneously. 

When they don’t say anything, you cautiously walk up to the counter and laugh nervously. “Uh, hello? I can leave, if that’s what you’re trying to say.”

“No!” Steve shouts, panicked that the word “leave” has left your very pretty and pink mouth. When you flinch at his raised voice, he quickly clears his throat and lowers his voice. “I–uh, I mean… No, no. You can stay–please! I mean, if you don’t mind, ‘cause, ya know, it’s raining–”

“What my coworker here is trying to say is that you can definitely stay.” Robin interrupts, admiring the way the raindrops in your hair seem to form a halo. “In fact, why don’t you have a look around? We have plenty of movies.”

You smile at Robin, which she practically melts seeing. “Thanks, you guys are lifesavers. I’m here visiting my cousin, and he said I should stop by anyways.”

“What, do we know him?” Steve asks, finally finding his voice again. 

“His name is Dustin Henderson, if that helps. He’s a freshman at Hawkins, said he stops here sometimes–”

“Dustin Henderson is your cousin?” Steve and Robin say at the same time, completely taken aback. 

You laugh. “Ya know, I’ve gotten that a lot since being in Hawkins. I take it he’s well known?”

“Oh, he’s definitely well known.” Robin snorts, thinking about how many people would scream at the idea of more Hendersons running around the world. 

But if they’re anything like you, then Robin thinks she’d love to be invited to a Henderson family reunion. Immediately. 

“Well,” you smile again at the two teens, amused by their weird dynamic. You can see why Dustin likes them so much. “Since I’m stuck here for a while and I promised Dustin I’d get a movie, I’m gonna take a look around as suggested.”

You pause, now realizing you haven’t asked for their names, and you gasp. “I’m so sorry! What are your names? I feel horrible for not even asking.”

“You could never do any wrong,” Steve sighs dreamily, leaning against the counter in what he hopes is a cool looking pose. “I’m Steve, Steve Harrington.”

He sticks his hand out for you to shake, which you accept with a slight giggle. He’s odd, but incredibly endearing even if he’s currently standing against the counter like a middle-aged man. “I’m Y/N Henderson.” 

Robin, sensing what Steve is trying to do, hip checks the boy so that he falls onto the ground. “And I’m Robin Buckley, the better half of this duo.”

Like hell she’s going to allow him to flirt with you. 

Her declaration makes you laugh, even as poor Steve groans on the floor in pain. You wink at her, amused by her charm, and start to walk towards the movie aisles. “Oh, I believe that.”

Steve scrambles back up, and the second you’re out of earshot, he and Robin immediately shout at the same time, “Dibs!”

“Jinx!” Again, they say this at the same time. They both groan, and without any other words, they jump into an intense game of rock, paper, scissors. 

“One, two, three!” Steve holds out a rock, Robin does as well, and the two teens almost strangle one another. 

They try again, this time they both land on paper, and Robin throws her head back in frustration. “I’m not good at math, but this cannot be statistically possible.”

“Okay, let’s think about this.” Steve holds a finger up to indicate that he’s speaking, which Robin scoffs at. “I saw her first, so–”

“Uh, news flash, dingus: I saw her first.”

“Were you dropped as a child? I clearly saw her first–”

“Actually,” your voice causes both Robin and Steve to turn in horror, realizing too late that you’ve been standing behind them, listening in. “You both saw me at the same time, so I’m not sure how the rule of dibs applies here.”

“We…” Steve gapes at you, speechless. 

Robin is no better, her face burns horribly. “We think… You’re pretty?”

“Well, I gathered that much.” You laugh again, and the sound is enough for both Steve and Robin to forget all their worries and admire how delicate it is. Then, holding up two dvd’s, you place them on the counter. “I’ll take these, please.”

Robin looks down at your movie selection, seeing The Breakfast Club and The Outsiders, and her heart drops. “Just… Just these?”

“Mhm,” you nod, unsure why her demeanor has suddenly changed. “Is there something wrong with my movie selection?”

Steve looks at Robin and he knows immediately what’s wrong. She absolutely hates your taste in movies, which he’s ecstatic over. He lets out a whoop and first bumps the air. “Yes! She’s mine!”

“Shut up, you moron!” Robin screeches, embarrassed and infuriated. She cannot believe that this is happening to her right now, in front of a very pretty girl, no less. Closing her eyes, Robin takes a deep breath and turns to you. “Please excuse my friend, he’s allergic to pretty girls.”

“Hey, that’s not true–”

You cross your arms at Robin, an amused smile on your face. “What’s so wrong with my taste in movies?”

“Nothing!” When you raise your eyebrow at her, Robin accepts her fate and gives in. She knows she’s done for now. “It’s just… It’s incredibly bland.”

“I happen to think your taste is impeccable, Y/N.” Steve butts in, batting his eyelashes at you for added effect.

Robin watches, with pure disgust, as it works. Steve’s charm gets you to laugh once more, and you even lean closer to his side of the counter. You place a hand on his arm. “I’m honored to have you on my side, then.”

Stupid Harrington and his stupid male species. 

While you and Steve exchange gross lovey-dovey glances, Robin rings up your movie rentals with disdain. 

“That will be $5.25, please.” She mumbles, crestfallen. 

You tear your eyes away from Steve’s and notice the jealousy and hurt on Robin’s face. You frown, feeling bad for being the cause of this. She seems like a sweet girl, and Dustin spoke highly of her, so you know she’s someone special. Taking some cash out of your purse, you hand it to Robin and catch her eye. 

“Hey, listen to me real quick.” Robin looks up, despite not wanting to, but your eyes are too pretty not to look into. When you have her attention, you turn to Steve. “Can you give us a second?”

He looks bewildered. “What? Why?”

“If you leave now, I’ll give you my number.”

“Yes ma’am!” Steve hops over the counter and goes to sort some movies, leaving you alone with Robin. 

Once he’s gone, you lean in close to her. “I understand what you’re going through.”

Her eyes widen, terrified she’s been caught. “W–what? No, I think you’ve gotten this all wrong–”

“It’s okay,” you grab her hand, gently take it between yours. “We’re more alike than you may think, and while I’m flattered, you’re too young.”

Robin knows she should be devastated by this, but all she hears is, “So… Let’s say ten years from now, if you happen to visit Dustin again…”

You laugh, she’s got such a spark to her. “You’ll have to figure out the whole ‘dibs’ thing by then with Steve.”

“I saw you first!” Steve shouts from somewhere in the aisles, before a giant crash follows. A few seconds pass, and then, much quieter this time, he shouts, “I’m fine!”

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Anton ₊ ⊹₍ᐢᐢ₎  mdni!! 18+ currently listening to: JUNO - CHOKER word count: 1.8k

“is this okay?”  

The room is hazy from the glow of your bedside lamp, the smell of weed perforating your room as a result of your shitty roommate hotboxing your apartment last night.  Your hoody is pushed up over your hips at present, everything feels sticky and hot from too much body contact with too many layers of clothing on.  The sheets are kicked down by your feet, your legs at present hanging over Anton’s shoulders.  His lips are all swollen, having spent the last half an hour lip locked with you.  At this point in your relationship(?) neither of you had gone past make outs coupled with grinding and feeling each other up.  When he started to kiss down your body you felt nervous, but your need to be touched screamed louder than any doubt in your brain.  

“Please.”  

You know Anton asked for reassurance more for himself rather than you, his own nerves and excitement getting to him.  It was one of the first things you had noticed about him, and something you adored, how he could be simultaneously awkward and self-assured.  Like he didn’t need validation from anyone, but he so badly wanted yours.  

“please what?”  

Okay now he was just fucking with you.  

“Anton.”

“I was only joking..”  

He flashes you his boyish half-smile, pulling your sweats off as he does so.  His hair is all fucked up from his beanie and the amount of times you’ve ran your hands through it in the last half-hour.  You can only imagine your own hair looking mussed as well.  But none of this matters when he settles between your legs at the end of your bed, face to face with your boy shorts.  He glances at them, then at you, half-amused half extremely turned on.  

“Sorry if you were expecting lace.”  You let out a scoff, trying to hide how vulnerable you feel right now.  Now you really were thinking to yourself maybe you should have dug out your nice underwear, the ones reserved specifically for situations like this.  

When he doesn’t answer, you look away from him, choosing instead to stare at the ceiling.  It’s quiet for what feels like too long to you.  Neither of you making a sound, the only thing playing in the room being your playlist accurately titled “music to kiss boys too.”  You’re starting to feel really fucking awkward, even with the heavy bass of the current song thrumming through your body. 

“Anton-“ 

Your cut off by your own gasp when you feel him lick you through your shorts.  His arms are wrapped around your legs, helping you hold them up.  He bites the inside of your thigh, making you buck your hips towards his face.  

“you’re so pretty, and you don’t even have to do anything.”  

He stares at you now, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs.

“you could wear a trashbag and I would still think you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”  

You turn away from him again, a blush taking over you.  You can’t remember the last time you felt shy, it’s always you who makes him feel flustered.   Showering him in compliments endlessly about how cute you think he is.  How hot you think he looks doing simple everyday things.  You liked watching the way he stumbled over his words after, his face turning a pretty shade of pink.  You didn’t ever feel like you needed compliments, or at least you never voiced your need for them.  But now, laying here under him, it’s all you want to hear.  

His fingers dip under your shorts, groaning when he comes into contact with your wet heat.  Your hips shift in his hold, trying to move closer to that single touch.  He giggles at this, pulling his hand from your boxers. 

When you open your mouth to complain he finally gives you what you want, putting his mouth back on your cunt.  The material thin enough for you to feel his tongue prodding at you.  It’s taking you everything to restrain yourself from fucking up into his face.  Especially when he starts sucking on your clit.  Your hips jerk up, your hands balled into fists and coming up to grab at your pillows, resisting the urge to pull his hair.  

“Fuck, Anton please.”  

Your voice is so whiney, a breathless edge to it.  He pulls off of you briefly, bringing one of his hands to thumb at your clit as he speaks.  

“What is it baby?”  

When you look back down at him, you realize his hoody is also still on, making this whole thing look hotter but also making you wonder why you’re the only one half-naked.  

“I- fuck, please.”

He’s still rubbing at your clit, making it hard for you to talk, upping the speed when you open your mouth to speak.  You know that he knows this, and you know that he thinks this whole thing is fucking hilarious but god you just want more so bad right now you don’t even care.  He decides to throw you a bone.  

“Want me to pull your shorts off?”

You’re so embarrassed right now, all you can do is whine, covering your face as you nod your head.  

“Sorry, what was that?”  

He mumbles this into the side of your thigh, trying to hide the shit-eating grin adorning his face right now.  You feel like you’re going crazy.  

“Anton, I swear to god-“

“I’ll pull them off if you admit you look sexy in them.” 

His request throws you off-guard, he speaks up again as he takes in the confused look on your face.  

“All you have to do is say that you think you’re sexy.” 

“you can’t be serious.”  

When he stares back at you incredulously you realize he is in fact serious.  

“okay i’m sexy, now pull them off.”  

He tsks, rolling his eyes as he moves to pull his hand away from you.  You could scream you’re so frustrated.

“please just take them off.”  

“not until you give me what I want.”

Before you can protest he goes back to lapping at your clit through your panties, the fabric starting to turn obscenely wet from the combination of his spit and your juices.  You toss your head back, hands scrambling against the sheets now, the sudden stimulation overwhelming.  You look down at him again, noticing for the first time how he humps against the mattress as he goes down on you.  You whine out his name again, pleading with him to give you what you want already.  

“Sorry baby, I can’t hear you.”  He mumbles into your pussy.  

It’s just not enough, its everything and its so much but its not enough.  Your hands fly to his hair now, unable to stop yourself from humping his face.  In between your whines you could swear you hear him let out a ‘cute’.  Desperation overtakes you, fueled by the need to get off. 

“’m sexy.”  

You say it so quietly he can barely hear over the obscene sounds of his mouth sucking on wet fabric.  

“baby?”  

He glances up at you, and he nearly cums in his sweats right there.  Your eyes are half lidded, cheeks pink with your hair all fucked up, whimpering as you still have a grip on him, trying to fuck your hips up into his face as he pulls off of you.  

“I look so sexy….”  

You sound embarrassed as you say it still, but it’s good enough for him, just happy to have you look so fucked out and shy just because of him. 

He sits up briefly to pull his sweats down to his knees before he finally, finally, pulls off your boy shorts.  It’s obscene the way they stick to your cunt, completely drenched from the previous activities.  For the second time tonight, Anton nearly cums again just from finally seeing your pussy.  He spares a glance at your face and you just look dazed and breathless, too needy to be touched to think of anything else.  

He settles back between your legs, letting out a groan at the way his cock feels through the thinner material against the mattress.  He runs a thumb against your clit once, just to see the way it throbs when he pulls away.  

“s’cute.”  

He plants an opened mouth kiss to your cunt, not even complaining when you move your hands back to rest in his hair, gently guiding his mouth back to your pussy.  You could cry when you finally feel his tongue come into direct contact with your clit, letting out an obscene moan into the thick air.  From there the two of you fall into a steady rhythm, you humping against his face as he humps against your sheets, both dazed and mesmerized by the other, just watching.  When he brings two fingers to your entrance, you’re so wet theres hardly any resistance when he slides them in.  You cry out as he crooks them up, pushing and pulling them slowly in and out of you.  He’s gentle as he does it, just petting your insides, feeling the way you squeeze around him.  He pulls away from your clit to rest a cheek on the inside of your thigh, just watching his fingers stroke in and out, watching the way you cling to them not wanting to let him go.  

“anton.”

“mm.” 

“m’gonna cum.”  

He smiles at this, moving to suck on your clit again with an “okay baby.”  

You cum exactly like that, watching your boyfriend fuck your mattress as he presses against that gummy spot inside you, lapping at your clit.  When the stimulation becomes too much for your tired body you push his head away from between your legs.  He moves away from your cunt to rest his head on your thigh, just staring up at you with starry eyes as he speeds up his movement against the mattress.  You reach to bring his hand up to your face, sticking your tongue out to suck on the fingers that were previously inside you.  He lets out a full body shiver, groaning and cumming as soon as you wrap your lips around his fingers.  

“so sexy y/n,  pretty baby.”  

When his hips still, you both lie there, catching your breath.  In the midst of your panting you notice your playlist keeps looping on a single song, you wonder to yourself how many times its played before you noticed.  Quietly, so quietly you can barely hear yourself, you ask.

“you really think I’m pretty?”  

You’re looking away again, trying to come off as nonchalant to ward off the vulnerability.  You hear shuffling from the edge of your bed.  Then his hands are gentle on your chin, pulling you in for a kiss.  This one is sweeter than any of the ones before, his mouth gentle against yours, fingers delicately placed on the sides of your face to keep you in place.  When he pulls away, he leaves one more kiss on your forehead.  

“the prettiest.”  

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― Pairing: stepdad!lewis x kindergarten teacher!reader (she/her) ― Warning: mentions food and sickness (fever); single!mom reader; family issues; not been proofread yet; 3k words. ― Summary: When your kid found a new friend in his new school, you did not expect that would mean you would find yourself friends too. And sure enough, you weren't expecting to fall for his friend's uncle.

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A lot of things were unexpected that day.

First, the fact that Lewis was late to pick up his niece, but when he got there she wasn’t throwing a tantrum, quite the opposite. When she saw him she saw him, she came running through the school’s entrance with the biggest smile on her face when just earlier that week she made a fuss to go to class every morning – before and after getting there. 

The second was the smallest boy who was right behind her. His backpack swung from side to side, while Wendy ran up front turning every few seconds to giggle at him.

And just when Lewis thought those were the only two unexcepted things, you walked out of the door carrying a few books in your hands and a big bag on your shoulder, calling for Wendy and the smallest boy. 

“Uncle Lew!!!” His niece screamed before barreling into his legs and hugging him. He chuckled, bending down to kiss her mop of curls. “Have you met Leo?” 

“I don’t think so,” he shook his head just as the boy finally reached them. 

The kid’s version of a black Jordan and the styled curly hair made Lewis smile, that boy appeared to be around five but was already starring a fashion sense that a few older people hadn’t.

“Leo, you’ll give me a heart attack one of these days. You can’t go out running like this, honey,” your voice carried a serious but sweet tone simultaneously. 

Lewis’ eyes found you standing a few feet away, curly hair clipped away from your face by a few strands, a pencil skirt, and a cream blouse. The folder and books in your arms gave him a hint of what you were doing there, and his silent guess turned out to be true when Wendy turned with a toothless grin and introduced you: “This is Miss Yn, our new teacher!” She took a step to stand beside you looking up with a beaming face that reflected yours. “And this is Leonard, her son, my new classmate. They’re new here, can we introduce the city to them like we did with Jackie and Uncle Toto? Also, can we have playdates later? Can we go to the park? Can we–”

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“Mamma, I don’t wanna eat,” Leo held his hands behind his back giving you his best puppy eyes and you chuckled. 

“How about you try a few bites and then go play with Dee, huh?” 

“Yeah, champ, you gotta make your body strong so you can run as fast as you can,”  Lewis tried, already cutting a sandwich in half for Wendy. “Have you ever tried vegan sandwiches?” He asked and Leo shook his head.

“I don’t like lettuce, mamma does though,” he shared, pointing his small finger at you.

“What do you mean you don’t like lettuce? Lettuce is exactly what makes us run even faster, it gives us tons of energy!” 

“It does?” the curly-haired boy asked, hands now on the side of his body and curious eyes watching the food in Lewis’ hands. 

“Yeah, I eat it all the time so I can drive my car in endless circles.”

You smiled watching the interaction. 

“How about you have a bite? You don’t have to eat it all, just a bite. But I bet you will want to finish it. This one has so many things that make us bigger and stronger.”

“Strong like you?” his big brown eyes now looking at Lewis’ biceps, and you chuckled at your kid's face when the driver curled his arms and flexed his muscles. 

“Yeah, strong just like me!” 

****

“They truly made a bond in a short time, huh?” You commented.

“Guess we’ll be seeing each other a lot more often,” Lewis bumped your shoulder with his and you smiled. You wouldn’t lie that the prospect of interacting with him more than you did the last week wasn’t a bad thing at all.

“I’m not opposed to that.” 

“Neither am I.” 

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Hi! I saw your hanahaki flower event and got interested by it. I was wondering if you can do prompt #18 with azul and a gender neutral reader please?

azul ashengrotto x gn!reader [tags] – fluff, slight angst, miscommunication [wc} – 4,442 prompt 18: “Is this normal here?” “Only for the emotionally unavailable folk.” “Ah, so it is.” note - ending is a bit weak cause it got a bit long. anyways i love my octomer still firmly believe azul deserves to get bitches and eat good food a floral inconvenience

Lavender: while best known for its herbal properties, lavender can also symbolize devotion to a person. You should give lavender to a person you see as pure and virtuous. 

You stared at the array of purple colored drinks, sweets, and other treats laid out on the table in front of you. 

To your left, several plates of candied lavender, a slice of honey lavender cake, and a grape lavender sorbet begged for your attention. On your right, an iced lavender vanilla latte, lavender lemonade, and a lavender spritzer looked ideal to quench your thirst. In the middle, directly in front of you, was the latest dish you were asked to taste test. 

A beautiful Swiss chard, candied beet and goat cheese salad tossed in a honey-lavender dressing made your mouth water as the Mostro Lounge manager himself sat at his desk, watching you on the two-seater couch.  

“Well? Go on. I made them all myself.” Azul gestured to the salad with a smug smirk, clearly pleased at your excitement. “Time is of the essence, the spring menu is due to release next week.”

 “Oh! Yeah, right.” 

You picked up a fork and pierced a beet and chard, generously covered in the dressing and goat cheese. Bringing the food up to your mouth, Azul raised his brows tentatively, watching as you opened wide, and just before you took a bite—

“Are you sure Jade didn’t put anything in this—”

“I promise, I made this all myself.”

“Okay.” You opened your mouth and raised your fork again…before bringing it down again. 

“You sure—”

“Positive! Just. Eat. It.” Azul sighed exasperatedly. “I beg—and I don’t beg.”

“Okay! Okay, okay, okay.” You giggled, finally taking a bite of the salad. 

A burst of sweet, woodsy and fresh flavor covered your tongue. Pleasant, succulent, and slightly sticky, you hummed in delight at the taste of the salad and dressing. You smiled at Azul, who rested his chin on his clasped hands. You couldn’t see his mouth from behind his hands, but you think he was smiling back at you. 

“Azul! This tastes wonderful! Even better than the candies and tarts, oh my gosh!” You gushed as you took another bite of the salad, oblivious to the soft, periwinkle blush on the octomer’s cheeks. 

“Try it with the lemonade, it pairs well.”

Nodding your head, you reached over to take a sip of the drink, a sprig of lavender embellishing the top. Humming again from the pleasant tang of the lemon and sweetness of the flower, you beamed at Azul. 

“You’re so right! And with all the lavender as garnishes, it’s definitely screaming springtime!” 

Whipping out your phone, you started to text, talking as you did. “It’s definitely gonna be a hit on Magicam, I bet I can get Cater to come and—”

“No! Uh,” Azul raised his voice, startling you, before clearing his throat and continuing, “you need to try the rest first!”

“Oh, for sure, but Cater can probably give you free advertising or something—”

In a small panic, seeing the chattery ginger’s profile and your thumb hovering over the DM button, Azul quickly rushed to you. He reached over to swipe the phone out of your hands while simultaneously shoving a spoonful of the grape lavender sorbet. 

“Nonsense! I can handle my own advertising!” Azul chuckled nervously, “Now tell me, how does that one taste? Refreshing, yes?”

You choked on cold sweetness, a brief knock at the door drawing both of your attention as the door opened before you could respond. 

Jade entered the Azul’s office, pausing at the scene before him. Azul hovering, practically on top, of you with a silver spoon shoved into your mouth. Jade blinked once before giving you both a small smile, tilting his head. 

“I apologize, I didn’t mean to intrude on such a scene, I’ll come back later—”

“Don’t imply anything, Jade!” Azul briskly added some distance between you two, smoothing his ruffled suit. 

You on the other hand, spoon now hanging freely from your mouth, gave Jade a wave and gave him a muffled, “Hi Jade, the sorbets good.”

Jade chuckled, covering his mouth with his hand.

“Is it? How wonderful, Azul’s been working particularly hard to make sure everything was to your liking—”

Azul cleared his throat, giving Jade a less than amused glare.

“What is it, Jade?” He sighed, adjusting his glasses. “You know I was to not be interrupted for the next hour.”

Jade bowed his head, still smiling as he apologized. 

“Pardon my interruption, but it has actually been an hour and a half, and your next appointment is here.” 

“What?” Azul looked at the wall clock with a confused expression, groaning as he saw the minute mark was indeed showing it was half past 3. 

“Let my appointment know that I will be with them shortly, my dear?” Azul gave you an apologetic smile, bringing out a handkerchief from his vest and offering it to you. 

“Here, I’m sorry to cut our time so abruptly. You still owe me your commentary on the free dishes, so make sure to leave your Saturday afternoon open.”

Rolling your eyes, you wiped your lips as you snarkily replied, “I owe you? Didn’t you ask me for my input on the dishes?” 

“The free dishes, yes. Does 5 pm sound good?”

You hummed in affirmation, handing back the lilac fabric which Azul accepted. A sound of surprise left you as Azul dabbed the corner of your mouth, where a bit of the sorbet still remained. 

The octomer wasn’t known for casual touches, rather he seemed adverse to them. It surprised you how easily those brush of hands and bodies leaning closer to each other came despite this. You suppose it just came naturally after months of study ‘dates’, shared lounge shifts, and late night talks.  

Avoiding eye contact, Azul tenderly grabbed your hand and placed the handkerchief back in your hand. His hands clasped around your own, making your fingers grasp the fabric before pushing it to your chest. 

“Keep it for now, it’s dirty anyways.” Azul muttered, snatching his hands back as if you’d burned him. “You can return it cleaned this weekend.” 

Nodding your head, you chose to ignore the sudden shift in mood, though it hurt your chest. Instead, you gave Azul a warm smile as he turned his back to you as he cleaned.

“Mkay…I’ll see you later, Azul. Byeee~” You wagged your fingers to the still turned Azul, though you could see the tips of his ears turn light purple. Your eyes stayed on his form until Jade closed the door, in which you followed the teal-haired man out of the VIP halls to the rest of the lounge. 

Following Jade through the corridors, you mused out loud, “I wonder if he knows…”

“Knows what, Prefect?”

You jumped slightly, startled as you remembered that you weren’t alone.’

“Fuck! I forgot you were here, you’re so quiet Jade, what the hell?”

Jade chuckled, looking down at you as he slowed his pace to walk side by side. “I apologize, but I was simply asking for clarification, who knows what?”

It took you a moment to process that you’d been speaking out loud, exclaiming, “Oh! Sorry I was just wondering if Azul knew that lavender’s my favorite flower. Yaknow, cause of all the lavender flavored stuff…”

You shrugged, aware of the mischievous glimmer in the golden eye studying your form. 

“Probably not though, it’s a popular spring flavor. Not gonna complain about a coincidence though!” 

Jade hummed, “Yes, a very pleasant coincidence.”

The rest of the walk was pleasant and relatively quiet as you filled the silence by humming a tune Azul had taught you for musicology. You arrived shortly to the lounge, waving at Floyd through the kitchen door window. Floyd waved enthusiastically back, ladle in hand. 

Before you could walk off to the exit, Jade grabbed your shoulder, leaning down to ask, “Prefect, would you like to meet me in the library? My shift will end soon, and I’ll be studying for a botany exam. I’d enjoy the company.”

You shrugged and nodded. “Sure, Cater’s gonna meet me and drop off Grim there in a bit anyways.”

“Wonderful, I’ll see you shortly!” Jade waved you off, turning back to the host stand as you left the lounge to the Octavinelle entrance. 

A pass through the mirror and a short walk, you soon found yourself at the entrance to the library. There you saw the familiar head of ginger cradling a sleeping Grim in his arms!

“Cater!” you whisper shouted, grinning and waving your hand excitedly. 

“Hey babes!” Cater greeted you, giving you a soft smile and wink. “How’d the date go? Gimme all the deets!”

You scoffed, scratching between Grim’s ears as the little familiar sleepily mumbled, “Wasn’t a date, I was taste testing for Azul.”

“Uh-huh, just a private taste-testing between you and the Octavinelle housewarden?” Cater cooed, handing you Grim. “Then why’d you have me take Grimmy and get him all stuffed and tuckered out at the unbirthday party, hmm?” 

“He said he made it specifically for me to taste! Grim would’ve eaten it all otherwise…” you pouted, squinting at Cater as he shrugged and gave you a cheeky grin. 

“Whatever you say babe, but like, Azul is super infamously known to never give out gifts without expecting something in return.”

“He is getting something!” You huffed as the two of you entered into the library, following your upperclassman as he plucked books for your alchemy class and he for potion making. 

“He’s getting my valuable input before announcing his spring menu!”

Cater gave you another wink before drawling, “Sureeeee, whatevs you say babe! Just don't be surprised by the wedding bells in the near future, I better be the man of honor!”

You two bickered for a bit longer, you more so than Cater, who was content teasing you. Once you both had grabbed the materials needed for class, you searched for a table to get settled before Grim eventually woke back up and begged to get dinner. 

 A familiar shade of teal caught your eye as you remembered Jade’s invitation to study. 

“Ah! I forgot I was gonna meet Jade and study with him!” You waved at Cater, who followed suite, walking over to the eelmer. “Text me later, I’ll try and see if I can’t convince Azul to let you get exclusive pics of the spring menu!”

“Kayyyy, I’m sure you’ll convince your little boyfriend easily enough with a few smooches.” Adding insult to injury, Cater blew you a kiss. “Just pucker them up and boys will melt like putty, trust me I know!”

Rolling your eyes, you ignored your friend’s giggles in favor of greeting Jade with a quiet hello. 

“Hey Jade, how’s the studying going?”

Yellow and olive eyes met your own as Jade smiled back, nodding his head politely. “Well. I finished my own work a while ago, so I’ve been browsing some journals on magical flora and diseases.”

Jade gestured to the array of books on the table. Sure enough, the books were labeled as magical pharmaceuticals and botany. You settled Grim on one of the spare chairs and placed your own books on a spare spot on the table. As Jade read a page on the medical benefits of a tentacle looking mushroom, you peered curiously at the other books. 

You read the page of one of the books Jade had out, labeled ‘hanahaki’. 

“What’s this?”

“Hmm? Oh.” Jade gave you a soft smile, though his eyes glimmered with mischief. 

“That. I was simply researching it as a favor for a friend.”

“A favor? From you? Riiight.”

Jade pouted, giving you a sad look. “Why do you doubt my kind-hearted nature?” He continued giving you faux sniffles and wiping the corner of his eyes. When you first started hanging around him and his brother, it took you a while to figure out that Jade liked to tease your soft-hearted nature. He said it was to toughen you up for life in the cold, merciless waters under the sea that you’d eventually call home.

Whatever that means.  

“Am I not allowed to simply do something out of the kindness of my heart?”

You stuck your tongue out before replying, “Are you doing this out of the ‘kindness’ of your heart, or cause you want something out of it?”

“Hmm, both?”

Jade winked as you stifled a giggle. 

“Sure, both are good…who’s it for anyways?”

Jade held a finger up to his mouth. A secret that he was not privy to share. Despite you leaning in with an expectant look, Jade remained silent, giving you a closed eye smile. Shrugging you looked at the page the book was open to. 

“Flower sickness?”

“Yes, a gift from the Flower Bride, it causes the afflicted’s romantic feelings to physically manifest into their beloved’s favorite flora. Typically through flu-like symptoms.”

You winced as you reached up to rub your throat. “Like, coughing up roses? Sounds like a pain.”

“It can be, most find it inconvenient, as it tends to trouble those that repress their feelings. Especially those that would rather deny or remain oblivious to them.”

“Is it normal here?” 

Jade pursed his lips, looking as if he was in deep thought before responding, “Only for the emotionally unavailable sort.”

Snapping a finger at him you cheekily replied, “So it is then?”

The two of you shared a laugh before resuming your browsing, Jade now leaning over to read the article with you, thumbing the pages as you read out loud.

“Most recognized symptoms include coughing petals, flowers, and even bouquets in the occurrence of strong feelings. However, sneezing the previously mentioned symptoms is also common.”

“Ah, here.” Jade slid his finger along the paragraph below. “More severe cases can include the patient sprouting flora from their pores, ears, and hair follicles. How interesting.”

You clicked your tongue. “Sounds annoying, ooh wait! ‘Common Flora’!”

Listing off the flowers from the second page, you were blissfully unaware of the entertained expression on the twin’s face. 

“Let’s see, roses, makes sense. Orchids, gardenias, oh! Even lavenderrrrrrr…“

 I was just wondering if Azul knew that lavender’s my favorite flower.

Azul is super infamously known to never give out gifts without expecting something in return.

I made them all myself.

You drew out the last syllable, eyes hyper focused on the word printed before you as you processed your thoughts like a factory conveyor belt. Slowly turning your head to stare at the teal-haired man next to you, Jade simply kept his small, polite smile as he stared right back. 

“...Jade?” You tilted your head. 

“Prefect?” Jade did the same. 

“Where’s Azul been getting all the lavender?”

“Oh, well,” Jade paused, sifting through the book in favor of letting you stew in suspense. “A few weeks ago he started keeping large bouquets of them all over his room and office, though the latter were used for the dishes he made you.”

“You mean the ones for the new menu?” Maybe you were misinterpreting the whole thing. Yeah, no Azul wouldn’t waste a bunch of lounge supplies on you. Lavender is a popular spring flavor, and your a good friend that’s willing to give him the time of day to test his dishes out. Of course, you’re just being silly—

“New menu? You must be mistaken, we aren’t releasing a new menu anytime soon.” Jade rested his head on his palm, now giving you a rare grin. 

“He was quite stressed making the dishes to your liking, seeing as it’s quite a common octomer courting tact—oh!”

Jade covered his mouth in shock, feigning embarrassment as he continued, “I’m afraid I’ve said too much, you’ll keep that last bit between us, won’t you?” 

“…You’re an ass, you know that?”

“I’m aware, what are you going to do about it? I just ask that you’re gentle with me.”

Everyone within a 1-mile radius could hear your exhausted sigh of annoyance.

The soft glow of the aquarium walls under the bookshelves brought about an ethereal glow to the VIP Room. A soft, soothing blue glow that did very little to actually sooth your nerves. It paired well with the lavender colored walls. 

Speaking of lavender, a warm teapot of lavender Earl Grey was settled on the coffee table, along with containers of sugar and milk. To the right was a plate of iced lavender cookies, small purple buds garnishing the tops of the cookies. 

“Cookies, huh? I thought you were more of a cooker than baker, Azul?” 

Azul, who was writing down your feedback from the baked brie with lavender honey that you’d just had, hummed in response. 

“Yes my dear, I had Trey working for me after the last Camp Vargas, though he was kind enough to leave me a few handwritten recipes in exchange for ending his week-long employment with me early.” Azul explained, looking rather satisfied with himself. 

“I experimented with one of the recipes and was able to come up with the cookies before you.” His eyes met yours as he smirked and smugly asked, “They’re to your liking, yes? I made them with your sweet tooth in mind.”

There it was, Azul made these for you. Azul Ashengrotto, who didn’t give so easily without a cost, made them specifically for you in mind, though it seemed that that same train of thought didn’t process in his head. Based on his self-satisfied smirk, and the notes he was taking, Azul was happy that the apparent courting ritual was going well. 

“Yeah! I like them a lot, they go well with the tea. Um—” You paused, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves before continuing with the plan you and Cater came up. 

“Did you make the tea blend for me too? It tastes wonderful, I’d expect nothing less!”

Azul brightened, delighted at your attention and praise, and began to “subtly” brag, “Yes! Normally Jade makes the tea blends for the Lounge, but I personally selected this specific variety to pair well with the lavender.”

A fondness grew in your heart as you listened, not really processing though, to Azul describe the subtle differences between his tea blend and traditional ones.

“This specific blend would be most reminiscent of Early Grey Crème, which isn’t as widely known, but I thought would be better for you as it’s smoother.”

“Really?” You gasped, feigning innocence as you asked, “And you made it all yourself? You’re amazing, Azul!”

With a closed-eye smirk, Azul adjusted his glasses and nodded. “Yes, well with all my family’s experience in the food industry, it’s to be expected. But do continue to sing praises my dear, it’s much appreciated.”

You giggled, tilting your head as Azul resumed his note taking, it was no doubt he was recording your reactions and storing them for future use. The real question was whether to figure out the best way to bribe you with the promise of your favorite foods, or to ensure that his future beloved would have their own beloved treats when with him.

“It’s appreciate that you made this all for me in mind…which makes me think…Azul?”

“Yes?’

Azul was now focused on writing rather than on you. Taking another deep breath, you continued. 

“Your cooking for me reminds me of a common saying back home…that a way to one’s heart is through their stomach.”

Azul froze, the soft scratching of his fishbone pen suddenly silenced, from the corner of your eye, you could see Azul’s eyes widen and face go blank. 

“Is that something said here too?”

“It’s not a completely foreign phrase to me, so I’d say so.”

You hummed, plucking one of the iced cookies from the tray, sauntering over to the silver-haired man. Azul looked up at you, leaned back into his plush chair, lacing his fingers together as he waited for you to continue. 

“I bet, with your mother owning a restaurant and everything…though it has me thinking…”

Azul raised a brow as you nibbled on the cookie, while you allowed him to stew in suspense for a few seconds.

“You’ve never actually cooked at the lounge, have you? Sure you’ve tested out some recipes, making sure they come out to your satisfaction…but it’s always someone else doing the cooking for the customers.”

Taking a seat on the edge of the desk, glowing baby blue eyes met your own, making you wonder if his name was a deliberate choice or a coincidence.

“Yes…” Azul answered slowly, hesitantly really, as he tried to figure out your angle. “I’m a very busy person, and I haven’t got all day-”

“And yet, you cooked for me.”

Azul shut his mouth at that, normally plush lips thinning as his fair cheeks softly turned periwinkle. 

“Not only that, but you cooked for me using my favorite flower…tell me, my dear,” He audibly choked at the nickname, clenching and unclenching his hands into fists. “Just how did you know I love lavender?”

You leaned down, Azul’s eyes widening as the distance between you two becoming smaller. Sudden close contact grew a burning embarrassment in Azul, who leaned further into his chair until he no longer could. There was a visible panic in his eyes, which made you feel a bit bad for putting him in such a situation. 

Azul cleared his throat, composing himself and saving face as he looked at you with a stony expression. “I…have my sources.”

That wasn’t good, you didn’t need the octomer shutting you out to avoid even the slightest humiliation at the hands of a crush. 

“Sources? Like what? Sam? The botanical gardens?” You looked off to the side, noticing a vase with a few stems of lavender. “Like hanahaki?”

A screech accompanied Azul as he abruptly stood, pushing back the chair and stared at you with a frigid glare, lips thin and soft eyes now hardened. 

“I don’t appreciate this joke of yours. If you want to our time together making fun of me, I suggest we end it here.” 

Panic turned your blood ice cold as you tripped over your feet, now chasing Azul as he went for the door. 

“W-what? No, that’s not what—”

“I think it’s best you leave now,” Azul dodged your attempts to grab him, refusing to make eye contact. “I’ll show you out.”

“Please, Azul, I wasn’t making fun!” A ball was forming in your throat, making your voice tremble and breath stutter. 

As he turned the doorknob, door just cracking open, Azul turned to look at you only to falter as his face fell at the sight of the tears falling from your face. 

“A-are you crying?!” He shut the door close as he rushed over, hovering his hands over your frame. “Why are you crying—”

“Cause I thought you liked me! Jade said—well he didn’t actually say, he heavily implied—that you had hanahakiiii…” You drawled out the last bit of your sentence as Azul’s face turned purple, looking horrified as you finished your sentence. 

Azul stuttered out, “H-he implied w-what!? Damn that eel—ACK!” before heaving and gasping for breath. As he suddenly collapsed on his knees, you following suit in worry, Azul began making a choking sound. 

Though you couldn’t see his face, you could see the clumps of wet buds fall out of his mouth, covered in inky spit, eventually an entire bunch of lavender heaving out of him as well. 

“Auughhh…that—” Azul coughed again, looking up at you with a combination of ink and spit dripping from his mouth. “—was unbecoming of me, I’m sorry…wasn’t supposed to go like this.”

Reaching for your pocket, you took Azul’s handkerchief and gently grabbed his chin to look at you. Azul visibly relaxed as your wiped the mess from his lips, fingers moving to comb through his hair. Sighing as he slowly looped an arm around your waist, Azul ,.....

“I should’ve made Jade sign another NDA when I saw him snooping through my bedroom, should’ve known.” 

You let out a breathless chuckle, leaning into his grasp. “Yeah, probably. If it helps I shouldn’t have listened to Cater’s dating advice.”

“You what?!” Azul exclaimed, looking at you dubiously, “You asked Cater for advice?”

“He seemed like he knew what he was talking about!” You defended yourself, pouting. “He noticed that you were cooking for me, when you never do for anyone else.”

He sighed, rolling his head back to look up at the ceiling instead of your face. 

“As you said—which I’m assuming was one of the things Jade told you—preparing and providing food to our mates is a courting ritual for Cecaelians. I follow the same routine as my mother: create and test recipes, then pass along the instructions to my subordinates and ensure it’s top quality.” 

Azul continued, holding your hand as he stood, guiding you up with him. “We octofolk were shunned out of merfolk society for a longtime, even with the legends of the Sea Witch’s benevolence.”

Reaching for one of the cookies still on the table, Azul brought it up to your mouth, tapping it to your lips. 

“It shows that no matter our status, we can provide for the one we’ve devoted ourselves to.”

Bringing a thumb to your mouth, Azul softly pulled your lips apart to feed you. A fond, but embarrassed warmth flushed over you, a matching red blush on your cheeks to Azul’s periwinkle one. 

“That’s…sweet.” You smiled, taking the cookie from Azul’s hand, much to his surprise. “And really corny, especially for you.”

Azul clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes as you took a bite of the cookie. 

“I’m attempting to be genuine, and you’re calling me corny? How insulting!” Azul huffed, though he gave you a faint smile. “I hope you’re going to apologize.”

“Aww, poor Azul. Of course I can give you an apology, if you’ll accept it.”

He gave you a raised brow, confused but still smiling. “Of course, why wouldn’t I—”

A yelp escaped Azul’s lips as you pressed your own lips against his, smiling as you did. Azul sighed into your mouth, tasting the lavender and vanilla on your tongue while you smiled against his lips. His hands cradled your own, keeping you in place as Azul returned the affection with chaste kisses pressed all over your face, neck, and hands

“Wait—ah! Hehe~” You laughed as Azul’s kisses tickled you, weakly pushing him away as he moved to kiss the tops of your hands. “That tickles, stop!”

“Heh, come on now my dear.” Azul cooed, pulling you back in to wrap an arm around your waist, grabbing the cookie from your hands to feed it to you, which you accepted. 

“Let me keep all your affection to me, and mine to you. I am quite a greedy lover, you know?” 

[takami-takami]

How To Fix the Ache.

includes— hawks x reader. minors dni. smut.

warnings— gn!reader. virgin!hawks. masturbation. slight primal play.

based off this previous post. a sexually frustrated keigo goes home to jerk off after your dates, and he's real cute about it. he tries so hard to be a good boy.

Keigo doesn't quite know how to breathe when you're kissing him like this.

His calloused hands run up your sides as you hang off his lap, cramped and pushed together in the driver's seat of his car. It takes every effort in his tightly strung body to not moan into your mouth, to not add to the noise of the leather seat creaking below; but he manages, determined to keep from scaring you away with his less than innocent desires.

He can feel your heartbeat in more places than one, he thinks. He violently swats the thought away, focusing his effort on allowing your tongue to work its way into his mouth.

Slow, he reminds himself. You deserve slow, patient. He wants more than anything to do romance right by you— but you want him. He can sense it on you, can feel it against his leg through your—

He holds back a whimper.

Keigo's touch remains feather-light, his mind screaming at him to grip you harder, to flip you over and sink his teeth into the woefully unmarked skin of your neck. He sighs into the kiss instead.

The ritual of these makeout sessions at the end of your budding dates has simultaneously become the highlight of Keigo's week and the bane of his existence. He has plenty of time to prepare as you sit across from one another at an evening candlelit picnic, or after you've finished counting every star in the night sky on a rooftop post-flight. Keigo Takami is a gentleman, so he absolutely does not mentally prepare during your date, picturing what it will feel like when your thighs rest on either side of his moments after this.

No, he rests his chin on one hand while watching you instead, a smitten look in his eyes. He can shoo the thoughts away for the first hour or two, but once your body language indicates that the date is coming to a close, the dread begins to settle in his bones.

He'll drive you home again, heart racing and faux smile wide as you show him the latest band you've gotten into on the aux. The speakers on the luxury drive he recieved as part of a brand deal are perfect for music, you explain, and as you bob your head with the rhythm, he can't help but picture a similar movement somewhere further down in his lap.

Eyes on the road, he reminds himself. His thick digits hold the steering wheel like they have some sort of vendetta, tapping once while they get a grip.

"This one here? They actually broke up this year! But this is like, their only good album, so it's not much of a loss," you explain to deaf ears.

"Oh yeah?"

The poor boy wishes he didn't have to keep his foot so steady on the gas pedal. He's itching to bounce it, to relieve at least some of the tension swimming through each nerve.

When he reaches your place and puts his vehicle in park, he can feel the swallow thick in his throat, glancing at the devious little glint in your eyes out the corner of his.

He's starting to think you know exactly what you're doing.

After you've gotten your fill, he places one last kiss on your cheek and gets out the car, opening the door for you and peppering another kiss on the back of your hand. Giggling, you kiss his hand right back, yours landing square on his palm. The lasting touch of your lips sears his skin.

He decides right then and there: he'll use that hand to touch himself tonight.

As soon as his apartment door slams behind him, knocking some poor potted plant off its shelf with a clammering shatter, Keigo's clothes are hitting the floor.

The man undresses himself with each step. His coat plops down first. Then he begins to kick off his stiff boots, leaving his pants and boxers somewhere in the hall. He mindlessly stalks his way toward the bedroom with exhausted haste. A single feather yanks down the blinds to allow a bit of privacy, on autopilot at this point of the dreaded ritual that is your Saturday night dates.

Keigo sighs a sigh of agony or arousal— he can't quite tell the difference these days, and he doesn't have enough brainpower at the moment, regardless. At last, the ruffled cotton of his shirt is thrown down on his bed to leave him perfectly bare, the hand that you kissed creeping its way down his now-exposed abs and reaching his painfully hard cock.

No matter how many times he does this, the first contact always makes him hiss through his teeth. He's already begun to work up a rhythm before he even crawls into bed, one knee inching up at a time, before he flips onto his back and sighs.

The full weight of his body presses firm against the sensitive nerves entangled in his wings. He doesn't care.

Shaky and tentative as he is, Keigo lets his eyes flutter shut and his head loll back, sandy locks splayed against the white sheets beneath. With every languid stroke of his fist, he lets his weakening mind drift to thoughts he dare not let you see.

Images of you on top of him. Topless. He visualizes your body once more in the tight space of his driver's seat; only this time, you shrug yourself free from the pesky barrier separating the two of you from the flesh. In his dreams, he takes his time exploring every inch of you, digging into your dreaded thighs, mouthing at your chest.

Dear fucking god, that feels good, he thinks, choking on moans with his scrunched up nose and cutely furrowed brows. The burn of your mark on his palm only heightens his daydreams, stinging in the best way against the head of his cock as he rubs the palm in circles on the very tip.

It's already wet. Pathetic. He whimpers.

What am I doing, he curses himself.

Why can't I stop?

He refuses to pry open his eyes. He can't bear to break the illusion when he's formed such a vivid image of you resting atop his lap, fresh in his memory. Your thighs entrap him on either side, your tongue works its way into his mouth; but this time, your hands slide their way down.

They peel away the hem of his shirt, dragging it up the abdomen that rises and falls with his gulping breaths, before trailing their way beneath the waistband. Fingertips barely graze his hardening length once it's freed, guiding his tip inside your awaiting—

Keigo gasps.

He finally allows himself to go back to stroking base to tip; slowly, with the rocking motion he imagines you'd take as you ride him. The creak of the bed as his movements rock is just enough fuel for his imagination. It almost mirrors the sound of his leather seats; if he pretends, that is.

"Please let me fuck you," he mumbles, not certain if he spoke it aloud or if that sound were simply another whim of his imagination.

He hopes it were merely a thought. It sounded rather desperate, actually, and he's not desperate—

One hand darts to his side to grab his discarded shirt, roughly stuffing it into his drooling mouth to shut it. His teeth grit and gnash down on the fabric. His abdomen and chest are both completely exposed; and with his whines echoing off the walls of his far-too empty bedroom, Keigo wishes you were here to lave your tongue against the rolling beads of sweat.

Would you clean him off? He'd let you. He'd let you worship his body; after he's done gorging himself on yours, that is.

The hiccup that escapes him at the thought is absolutely adorable.

Against the plump tip of his cock with every stroke, his palm burns. Overstimulating the sensitive frenulum underneath, a single thumb rubs along it with the uptick of every twist, milking himself closer and closer and closer to that edge.

He can practically taste his upcoming release.

He can feel it in the lift of his hips, no longer touching the mattress, but instead arching toward the blur that is his clenched fist. Choking on the drool of his watering mouth, he grits his teeth and growls, squeezing his cock painfully tight.

Shame forgotten, he just wants to grip your hips and spear himself into you, to flip you over the seat of that damned car playing that damned band you listen to and milk his cock raw in the vice of your body. Like animals, he swears he would press your front flush into the seat with his chest snug against your back, would wrap his arms around your core to pull you deeper into every thrust of his cock.

God help him, he'd bite into your nape and snarl when he cums inside of you; he'd reach around your front to get you off when he fills you up, stuffs you full, has you sobbing on his cock.

But instead, Keigo is the one who sobs as he finishes. His teeth bare when he does, his entire body wound tight enough to snap as pleasure dances along each nerve in his body. Up and down, his fist drags every ounce of his load up and through his cock, landing as high as his chest.

With a shaky gulp of air, his hips drop limp against the mattress. After gasping for what feels like hours, Keigo swallows thick enough for the sound to echo off the walls.

"Shit," he grunts as the clarity sets in, sitting up and opening his eyes to stare at his open palm. It's sticky with his release.

"Ugh."

He makes the walk of shame to his bathroom, twisting the knob of his shower.

The poor man steps in, sighing in relief as he begins to wash the evidence of his deed away in the exceedingly spacious expanse of his shower. It's large enough for his two wings to outstretch comfortably. Large enough for two people, actually—

His cock twitches.

This is going to be an achingly long Saturday night.

[giggly-squiggily]

Milestone (Haikyuu!!)

Heyo! This was completely spontaneous, but I watched the new Haikyuu movie and needed- NEEDED Lee!Kenma in my life (I'm writing this the night of watching the movie cause my GOD my heart is full and happy over these boys) so here we are! :D I hope you like it!

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE HAIKYUU DUMPSTER BATTLE MOVIE!!! Go watch it if you can and haven't seen it yet; it's one of my favorite watches of the year!

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@myreygn @thatbigbisexual29 @duckymcdoorknob @rachi-roo @chibisstuff @imjusthere07 @sevenincubistolemyheart @riisada @sp1racle

Summary: Finally, Kenma says something Kuroo wanted to hear since the beginning of their friendship. He wants to hear it again, but the setter is ever so stubborn. Time for some good old fashion persuasion.

“Say it!”

“No, I’ve said it once already.” Kenma grunted, cheeks heating up as he looked away. “Besides, if I do, you'll start crying again.”

“Pfft- I was not crying!” Kuroo straightened up, his own face warming at the accusation. “I just had sweat in my eyes! I- Oi, don’t change the subject!”

“I wasn’t?” Kemna kept walking, pulling out his phone as he and Kuroo walked back to the others. It had been a few hours since their battle with Karasuno. Despite their loss, Kemna didn’t feel all that bad about it.

Maybe that’s what Kuroo was pestering him about? Was he worried? “I’m not gonna say it again.”

“Come on, I wanna hear it!” Kuroo caught up with him easily, walking backwards as he faced the smaller boy head on. “Do you even realize how euphoric it felt? God, it was like water in the desert, or angels singing when they come to get you when you die!”

“You didn’t die though.”

“You get what I mean!” Kuroo stopped them at some point- gently guiding them away from the front doors to their temp house and towards the open clearing nearby. “You’ve never said you had fun before. This is a milestone!”

“I don’t really think it’s that big of a deal.” Kenma scooted along until he was leaning against the nearest tree, never taking his eyes off his phone. ���It was a good game. I didn’t want it to end.”

“Cause you were…” Kuroo began, raising his eyebrows and jazz handing. Kenma flattened his mouth stubbornly, making the older boy slump with a low sigh.

“So that’s how it is, huh? Refusing to give in to your old pal Kuroo?” He walked in a small circle, hands on his hips and chin tipped to the sky with a long drawn out exhale. Kenma immediately thought of the old men in his neighborhood. “You're forcing my hand, Ken.”

“What does that even-” Kenma looked up only to find air. Kuroo could move scarily fast when he wanted to. “Tetsuro?” He called out, brows furrowed. Maybe he went inside-

Hands were on his sides from behind, simultaneously scaring the shit out of him and tickling him. “AHHHH!” Kenma threw his phone in shock, his screams of terror quickly dissolving into surprise giggles. “Noohoohohohoho! Tehehehehhtsuhuuhuhhuuh!”

“Gotcha! Gotcha gotcha gotcha!” Kuroo laughed gleefully from behind, his voice against the back of Kenma’s neck as his fingers dug playfully into the softest parts of his waist. “Come on, I want you to say it. I want you to say you had fun today!”

“I ahehahhahahahreahahahhady dihihihiid!” Kenma argued back, twisting and turning within Kuroo’s grasp. He grabbed at the older boy’s hands viciously, but his grip was weak and loose- weakened by the sudden onslaught of tickling. “Aheahhahahaha, cuhuhuhut it oohohohohut! Yoohohohou’re nohohohohot gohohohonna geheheht me to shahahay it agahahhain!”

“Oh yes I will! Hehehehe.” Kuroo snickered to himself as he stepped closer, locking Kenma into a cage of arms. With fast movements, he managed to drag the smaller teen up and into a half-carry; one arm locked around his waist to support him. The hand there carried on squeezing his side and hip while his other hand wormed itself into Kenma’s stomach. “Say it! Say it, Kenma! Say it or I won’t stop tickling you!”

“Gheahahhahahahaha!” Letting out a squeal, the brains of Nekoma thrashed in Kuroo’s grip, kicking his feet like a toddler having a tantrum. “Tehehehhehetsu! Gehahahaha, gehhehehet ohohohoohff yohohohou jeheheheherk! Aheahahahaha I’ll bihihihihite yohohohou!”

“Oo, so scary! Kitty’s got fangs~” Kuroo teased, the threat giving him a new idea for torture. “Unfortunately for you, I got bigger ones.”

“Nohohoho, nohoho dod-OOHOOHOHOHOHON’T!” Kenma all but shrieked when he felt gentle nibbles at the back of his neck, scrunching up as best he could with little success. Between those and Kuroo’s stubborn fingers playing Chopsticks against his ribcage, his laugh was quickly reaching silent levels. He knew one of them was gonna have to give in eventually- if he could hold out just a little longer…

Kuroo playfully bit at his ear. Kemna gave in almost immediately.

“FIHIHIHINE FIHIHIHINE I HAHAHAHD FUUHUHUN! I HAHAHAHD FUHUUHN NOW STAHHAHAHAHP!” The setter cried out, cheeks hot and eyes teary. Kuroo let out a whoop, his hands easing up on the tickles as he slowly lowered Kenma to his feet.

Feet turned to knees, which turned to Kenma’s butt hitting the ground as he leaned back into Kuroo’s legs, gasping for air. “Ehehehehe..ehhehehehehehehe…yohohohou jeehehehherk…”

Kuroo cackled, delighted as he sat down behind the other. A few adjustments later, Kenma was leaning back into Kuroo’s chest, his knees on each side and arms around his shoulders like a weighted blanket. “Sure, but that doesn’t change the fact you had fun today.”

The setter rolled his eyes, unable to fight off a smile. “I did. I really did have a lot of fun today. I said this already but…thanks for getting me into volleyball Tetsu. And thanks for always making me feel wanted and like I belong. I don’t think I would have stayed if it weren’t for you.”

He felt the other boy stiffen, a shaky breath heard next. “Hold on- you can’t just say things like that to me! Out of the blue too- that’s not fair!” A face was pressed into his shoulder, the arms squeezing tighter around him in a comforting embrace. Kenma reached back to pat his head, giving it a scratch. Such a softie.

“That’s what you get for tickling me. Take that.” He replied, feeling Kuroo shake with mirth against him. Soon he was giggling too, the sound soft in the hush of the night.

Thanks for reading!

[the-kr8tor]

I heard request were open and I immediately came here.

A snowy day with dad!Hobie au! Cooking food together! building snowman’s etc!

-💗

This prompt had me in near tears, I love it sm! Thank you for requesting, my love!! (I looked like this the entire time writing it --- 🥹)

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw food mentions, Dad! Hobie, Mom! Reader, Billie and Ramona AU, Twin Au. FLUFF

A/N: The twins are a little bit older here! I love them sm 🥹

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You and Hobie woke up to freezing temperatures which turned into a blessing in disguise because you two were entangled together on the bed, cuddled comfortably. Legs intertwined, arms looped around each other like a koala. He presses sleepy kisses on your cool cheeks, his excuse? He says he's keeping you warm and away from hypothermia.

The snow falls outside, frosting the windows. Hobie's senses tingle, he stops his barrage of kisses for a moment.

“The gremlins are comin’” he murmurs over your cheek.

“How do you wanna do this? Fake sleep or hide under the bed?” your eyes are half lidded, cool hands splayed under his shirt for warmth.

Sure enough, the soft pitter patter of socked feet runs towards your bedroom. Their giggles waking you up in an instant.

Hobie hums, the vibrations spreading through your face. “Too tired, let's act like we froze from the cold”

“This is why I love you” falling limp, smooching him quickly, you close your eyes once again. Hobie acts as your shield from the anticipated jumping you're about to endure.

The doors burst open, your girls' unmistakable laughter echoes out in your shared bedroom. You hear an ‘oomf’ sound from both sides of the bed, you surmise that they're both having a hard time reaching the top. After some shuffling about, tiny hands and feet crawl over the duvet, their stifled giggles making you lose your act with a tiny smile.

“Shhh” someone on your right shushes the other. “they're still sleeping, Billie”

“They won't be for long!” Thanks to your human shield, you don't get the brunt of Billie’s foot on your stomach. Unfortunately, Hobie gets the full force of five year old strength.

Yet, he stays strong, still faking sleep. Also thanks to his enhanced strength, he barely felt it. But you can't help but cringe for him.

“Mum’s awake!” Mona crawls further up to cup your cheek in her tiny hands. Your daughter gasps, “she's frozen!”

You screech and in turn, Hobie does the exact same thing you do, flailing your arms to envelope each girl in a surprise hug. Mona laughs with her belly, her legs are kicking about, trying to escape your wrath. While Billie yelps before screaming out a “Tickles!” when Hobie's scruff nudges her neck.

“Got a live one here–!” Hobie sputters when he gets a mouthful of Billie's hair. She giggles, bringing her head closer to her dad's face, almost headbutting Hobie.

After a moment of giggles and happy screeches, you and Hobie lay wheezing while the girls are energetic as ever, jumping excitedly on the mattress.

“It's snowing, did you see?!” Billie lands on top of you, her chin laying on your chest comfortably. “Mummy, did you see?”

“I can feel it, Muffin. It's freezing!” you squeeze her tightly, burying your face in her curly hair.

Mona drops gracefully in between you and Hobie, cuddling next to him.

“‘m hungry. What's for breakfast?” She looks up at Hobie with her big eyes, reminiscent of Hobie's exact face when he wants something from you. But for Mona it all comes naturally to her.

“How am I supposed to make breakfast when my hands have fallen off from the cold?” He lifts up his hands tucked inside his pajama sleeves, looking like his hands are nowhere near his arms.

“Daddd!” They simultaneously say while you chuckle.

“Have some sympathy for your dad, his hands are gone!”

Billie plays along, “how are you gonna use your webby now?” You've called Hobie's web shooters as webby since they could talk and now it's stuck in their vocabulary.

“Billie and I could be Spider-Man now, dad” Mona says in between giggles, five year old vocabulary working its magic.

“Yeah!” Billie exclaims.

Hobie turns to you while the girls talk about their plans on how to stop crime together.

“Our girls don't have empathy, what did we do wrong?” He smiles throughout it, moving Mona's head to give you a quick kiss. How could he resist when the light shines directly at your smiling face, lashes kissing your cheeks as you grin widely at his girls? He has to indulge or else he'll burst at the seams

—

After a hearty breakfast, Hobie and Billie decided it's time for a snowman competition. The snow has gotten thick enough that you have to wade through it like mud. So while Hobie’s helping Billie with all her layers, Ramona sits on a bar stool next to you, eyes enthralled by the swirling hot chocolate inside the pot.

“Are you sure you don't want to join them, cheese?” With one hand you grip her shirt so she doesn't fall on the stove, on the other is the wooden spoon you're using to stir the pot.

“Yes, I want hot chocolate” she sniffs at the chocolate smell.

“You can have hot chocolate and play with them”

“I don't like the cold,” she murmurs.

You hear the door creak open and then Billie's excited squealing, a second later you hear a thud, like something or someone fell into a pile of snow, then you hear Hobie's loud laughter.

“That's okay, we'll stay here. Then we'll judge who wins the snowman competition, sounds good?”

She nods, smiling a toothy smile at you. “Can I have the heart marshmallows?”

How could you say no to that face? “Of course,” you nuzzle her soft curls. “Do you want extra milk?”

“Yes please!”

You hear a knocking on the kitchen windows, craning your neck to look, you see Hobie holding Billie up by her armpits, her face is squished on the glass, nose flattened and lips puckered.

That can't be sanitary.

“Hobie, that window isn't clean”

Billie waves at you and her sister, eyes bright and happy. “I drowned in the snow!” she points at a patch of snow, sure enough there's a Billie shaped hole in it. “Can you see, Mony?”

“I can! And mum says that window is dirty!” She grimaces.

“Dad! Mum says the glass is dirty!” She looks below her.

You hear a muffled “Crap!”

Well at least he tried not to swear that hard—

Mona tugs at your sleeve. “What does crap mean? Dad says it a lot”

“Hobart Brown!”

[beenbaanbuun]

first christmas with san

this man just screams over the top christmas to me

if you’re the same as him, it’s perfect! the two of you can giggle together as you decorate your tree and have little flour fights as you bake a gingerbread house

if you’re not, good luck! he can and will force you to make new traditions with him that he is sure to make a note of so you can carry them on for the rest of your christmases together

incredibly sentimental about tree ornaments

“oh my god, baby,” he almost yells as he pulls out a simple glass bauble, “i got this one last year at that christmas market i was telling you about, remember?”

you did remember… how could you forget when throughout the entire year he’d been buzzing about wanting to take you to the christmas market

and when he finally does, a bauble isn’t the only thing you two get

in fact, san made sure to study every single stall

he studied you too and the moment your eyes rested on an ornament for more than a few seconds, it was soon in his hands being paid for

and the food there? he makes sure that the two of you try a little bit of something from each and every stall…

you’re so full by the end of the day that the two of you have to take a nap when you get home

a nap in your new christmas bedding, mind you

san insisted on buying you some, as well as some brand new matching pyjamas

although the pyjamas stay unworn and unseen by you until at least christmas eve

he wraps them in pretty paper and presents them to you on christmas eve

and obviously there’s the christmas photoshoot in front of the tree in your pyjamas because san insists that it wouldn’t be christmas without it

proudly shares the photo with every single person he knows because they have to know just how much he loves celebrating the holiday season with you

also makes sure you take a photo under the mistletoe that he hung in the doorway

he takes a lot of those photos actually…

“no, that one wasn’t perfect,” he frowns, “guess you’ll just have to kiss me again!”

most of those don’t get sent to people

he got a little carried away

carries you to bed promptly at 9pm because ‘santa won’t come if we’re not in bed!’

he doesn’t say anything when you point out that all your gifts are already under the tree

cuddles you close all night because he’s so excited and he just needs to squeeze something!

you try and wriggle away at numerous points in the night but san doesn’t have those muscles for nothing

there is no escape

safe to you when you wake up in the morning you have a suspiciously san shaped lump on top of you

grumbles when you try to wake him up but then you wish him a merry christmas and he wakes up quicker than you’ve ever seen him wake up before

“oh my god,” he shouts as he practically falls out of bed, dragging you with him, “come on! no time to waste, baby.”

you let him drag your tired body to the living room where he passes you gift after gift and waiting for you to open them

they get more elaborate and expensive and they go on, and you get a pant in your chest when you realise that the gifts you got for him are nothing in comparison

he assures you it’s fine with his words, and then reassures you with his excited reaction to each and every gift he unwraps

“baby, it’s perfect!” “it’s just a jumper…” “yeah but it’s a really nice jumper!”

you two try and cook dinner together

half way through you end up checking if any of your local take outs are open

they’re not… you end up eating whatever you can salvage from the nightmare of a dinner the two of you had managed to make

a bit of dry turkey and a few underdone yet somehow simultaneously burnt carrots never hurt anyone…

you decide to leave the clearing up until later

you spend most of the afternoon curled up on the sofa watching whatever shitty movies you can find

and you spend the entirety of each movie picking through the plot holes and guessing how it’s going to end

you tell him you love him before you kiss him under the mistletoe on your way to bed

he tells you he loves you too

[kozumesphone]

masterlist

💌┊₊˚⊹꒷ TOO SWEET PT. 1 .ᐟ

⤷ leo valdez x fem!reader ‧₊˚ ⋅

ᝰ. 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 . . . percy jackson and the heroes of olympus

ᝰ. 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 . . . street racing au

ᝰ. 𝐤𝐞𝐲 . . . y/n: your name | y/l/n: your last name | n/n: nickname

ᝰ. 𝐰𝐜 . . . 946

ᝰ. 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 . . . y/n and leo are the queen and king of the shinjuku and shibuya street racing circles, respectively. they meet for the first time at the annual tokyo races to see who's better. (ft. best friend!percy fanboying over racer king!leo + an appearance by passenger princess!leo <3)

ᝰ. 𝐚/𝐧 . . . uhtgufshew tokyo + leo + street racing is such a fever dream for me,, and this one, I wrote bc of my love for leo and fast and furious (esp tokyo drift <3) and I totally based y/n's car off han's from td sue me I love him (: so, enjoy! i'll start working on part 2 soon (:

✮⋆˙ y/n’s pov

'the next station is . . . shinjuku.'

I was busy icing the bruises on my forearm from last night’s race when my best friend barged into the bathroom without knocking.

“HE’S COMING TODAY, N/N!” he screamed, and giggled like a school girl.

“I could’ve been naked, you know,” I muttered, shutting the first-aid box and shoving it into the cabinet under the sink. “who’s coming?”

“ignis-”

“percy, come on, not this again,” I groaned. “you’ve been fanboying about him for the past 48 hours, and I really just want to sleep. and besides, I really don’t see what the big deal about this guy is.”

“uh, hello? he’s the king of the shibuya street races!” percy exclaimed, following me as I walk out, and flop onto my bed. he stops at the foot of it.

“and the people have crowned me the queen of shinjuku’s. so what?” I asked.

‘ignis’, as the others call him, is someone called leo valdez. and apparently, he’s a pretty good racer.

“look,” I continued, interrupting percy before he started fanboying again, with hearts in his eyes or whatever. “if he’s that good, he can come and beat me at the annual tokyo races.” I declared.

“oh yeah, he probably will,” percy commented. I flung my pillow at his head, and smirked when I found I didn’t miss. “OW!”

“whatever. tell me more about him. what’s he like?”

it was almost as if I asked him to marry leo. and this time, he really did have hearts in his eyes, I fear.

“okay, so supposedly, he builds his own car, like you, and started racing at 17! isn’t that cool? I mean, you did too, but still. it’s cooler when he does it. anyway, he’s locally the undefeated champion of street racing, and oh my god, he drives a 1966 ford gt40, it’s so cool-”

“okayyy, i’ve heard enough. I guess it is going to be fun meeting him at the car meet for the races.” I smirked. “let’s battle it out on the roads, ignis.”

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

✮⋆˙ leo’s pov

'the next station is . . . shibuya.'

“jace, how much farther is the hotel?” I asked, knocking my legs onto the dashboard, and crossing them at my ankles. simultaneously, I pulled down my sunglasses.

“relax, passenger princess, just a few more minutes and we’ll be there.” he replied.

jason glanced at piper in the mirror and smiled.

I would never admit it, of course, but it was terrible being so good at one thing and horribly bad at another. honestly, who would ever believe that the king, ignis, had never been in an actual relationship? the one-night stands didn’t count, obviously. I’d never felt anything close to… love.

pondering my status of being single, I fell asleep in jason’s car.

“dude, bro, homie, my man, whatever, WAKE UP, WE’RE GOING TO BE LATE-”

“did you… did you carry me into bed, jason grace?” I opened one eye and grinned at him lazily.

“you were sound asleep, even worse than a log. I tried kicking you awake, but it didn’t work, so I had to pick you up, ufortunately.”

“aww, don’t sound so happy.”

“shut up. if you don’t get ready to get to the car meet, we don’t get a ticket to race for the entire next month,” he said.

“what- OH, I forgot about that. one ticket’s enough for all 23 races, right?”

“yeah, i’ll explain the details to you in the car, go get ready, dumbass.”

I grinned. “jason grace is cursing, the world is healing-” a pillow hit my face. “i’m going.”

timeskip

“okay, the serious ones you need to look out for are python, shooting star, and tsunami.”

“shooting star?” I choked on my water. “what-”

“weird name, huh?” a girl chuckled behind me, and I whipped around.

“oh no no no no, i’m sorry- are you shooting star? uh, shit, I apologi-”

“nah, but it was funny seeing you get so flustered, valdez.” she smirked.

“do we… know each other?” I asked, confused. her smirk widened.

“not yet, but real soon,” she said, her smirk never faltering and confidence never wavering. she turned and began walking away, and I stood there, mouth open.

“she’s pretty, but she’s also tsunami,” piper commented. oh.

“who said she’s pretty? I didn’t. did you? I don’t know,” I rambled. whatever. “she’s my competition. she’s just in the way of me and my golden trophy.”

“there’s no trophy, dumbass.” jason reminded me.

“a 700$ cash price is equivalent to a trophy, man,” I corrected him.

“ok, well, listen up. she’s called tsunami for a reason. she’s vicious, takes everyone by surprise at every race, and is the queen of shinjuku’s street racing. and most importantly? she’s never lost a single race.” piper explained. I took in every bit of that info, and filed into a part of my brain labelled ‘dangerous and pretty competition, stay away’.

“what’s her ride, then?” I asked, a little curious.

“1997 mazda rx-7 veilside fortune.”

“damn,” I whistled. before I could find out more about her, the announcer on the stage started talking.

“welcome, racers and audience! today is day 1 of the annual tokyo races! here’s a quick rundown about it, in case you haven’t a clue: starting today, there will be 23 races for 23 days, each race held in a special ward of tokyo. we start here, at shinjuku, and end the 23rd race at shibuya!”

everyone cheered and whistled at the mention of shinjuku and shibuya, the two hubs of tokyo’s street racing.

starting at tsunami’s turf, and ending in mine, huh? this was going to be fun.

tags! — @sunnitheapollokid @puffoz

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[exactlyyoungchaos]

till forever falls apart.

The bestfriendSimon x f!Reader fic I first talked about.

cw: all sorts of trauma, character death, fluff, probable smut, inaccurate military stuff, a little bit canon and a little bit AU. do tell me if i missed something.

Your history with Simon goes back to elementary school. He grew up in an abusive household and you grew up in foster care with guardians who only cared about the government money.

Both of you bonded over the same things and became inseparable.

No one dared to mess with you in school because they knew if they did, they would have to answer Simon, and nobody wanted to cross him.

Junior year of high school starts and you get a visit from your social service agent, who wants to relocate you, but you are adamant that you want to stay here, but alas she takes you kicking and screaming.

Simon promises that he will find you in the future, and so with tears in both of your eyes, you leave. The same year Simon ran away from home.

Now 12 years later, he is on an undercover intel mission in Australia with Johnny. that's when he spots you, sitting in a cafe, looking like a dream, writing furiously on your laptop.

How does he knows its you? why wouldn't he? You were, are everything to him. The only person who knows him better than himself.

He has been trying to find you for years but always came out empty handed. By joining the military he thought it would be easy but it wasn't.

Johnny notices him freezing in the middle of the sidewalk staring intently at the glass window of the cafe, he turns to see what caught his Lt's eye and he sees the prettiest bonnie lass that he's ever seen.

he smirks " see something you like Lt?"

"that's her" Simon barely whispers, his heart racing.

Johnny's head snaps in your direction again, everyone in the team knows who you are. the little bird Simon has been trying to find for years.

and here you are, sitting in the cafe, oblivious to the fact that the man you have been looking for is standing right outside.

You finish your work and pack up your stuff to leave, you turn around and slam face-first into a wall of muscle. A strong hand stabilizes you as a soft 'oomph" leaves your mouth.

now, you are not small in any proportions, but this man still dwarfs you.

you look up to apologize and the sorry dies on your tongue as you come face to face with a skull mask.

your brain short circuits for a minute, and you're trying to figure out what to say then suddenly a heavily accented voice speaks from behind him " A'm so sorry Bonnie, he wasn't keen" a bulky man with a mohawk speaks.

they both look like they came out of some military comic. scarred, bulky, and big.

"it's ok, I wasn't looking either" you reply, looking back to the big guy in the mask, who's still blocking your path.

"Birdie...." the big guy breathes in through his teeth.

Recognition hits you like a tsunami. only one person in your life called you that—your best friend.

your eyes turn comically wide as you ask "Simon?" in a small voice, not believing it's him.

His gloved hands frame your face and he traces every inch of you with his eyes.

You look into his eyes and familiarity hits you, the same warm brown eyes that used to comfort you, that was your home, now standing at almost 6ft 5 in.

"Found ya."

and any sense of where you are leaves your mind as you leap into his arms and hug him as tight as possible. his beefy arms come around you and crush you to his chest as he breathes in your sweet scent.

you hold him and sob, he's here you can't believe it. He's here.

finally, finally.......somebody clears their throat next to you. you turn your head from Simon's chest and see a line of people waiting to sidestep both of you but unsure because of the sheer size of the man in front of you.

"We are blocking the line Si," you giggle and sob simultaneously.

hearing your voice after so long, Simon feels like he can breathe again.

you are here, his birdie, his angel, his everything. and this time no one can take you away from him. No one.

SOOOOOOOO!! WHAT DO WE THINK????? This is going to be a multi-part series because I'm just starting with this. I have so much to add.

Do tell me your thoughts and theories. And feel free to ask anything

And if you have requests for COD more specifically Simon, do send them my way, I'll try my best to write them.

love ya!!!!!

ALI-❤️

[theghostbunnie]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TALK ABOUT NIKKI AND NERRIS IN THE NEW EP I LOVE YOUR OPINIONS ON EVERYTHING

(bcs they're scarily similar to mine)

TYSM????❤️♥️💕💝 and I always have so many opinions I'm the fuckin yapinator

I was literally talking just the other day about how Nikki has a detachment from feminity as she's literally been reprimanded for doing it wrong before even her two best friends doing an 'eh' with an iffy handshake when she even REFERS to herself as a girl and I do strongly believe it's bc she's at that age where she's learned feminity does equal something shameful or weak, or in her case maybe even thinks it makes you mean and shallow. While SIMULTANEOUSLY still being a young feminist and trying to not have that subconsciously!!! Creates a sort of "it's for others not for me" mentality accidentally bc she's supposed to be Nikki™ and thinks she'll be less respectable, or less herself if she's feminine.

But she's actually been this way in the show before she's willingly wore pink on two occasions willingly, as casted as Juliet, and wearing Indian traditional clothing. (I'd argue even further on the second one as it wasn't given to her for play but she made it!! And it was pretty!!) In the episode Neil and her get stuck in the flowerscouts he just WAKES UP with makeup and a seaweed wig on and I'm firm that like she did that and knows how to lmao. (Further proved by her literally doing her own makeup in this episode)

But back on topic yeah when she was enjoying herself until she realized ofc her worries weren't upfront exactly "oh no I look girly!" It was oh no I look like a FLOWERSCOUT, a "type" of feminity she's tried to push away from bc she associates it with a specific type of woman, and worries who she is as a person if she likes this.

I hope the fandom takes this episode as Nikki being a more rounded character instead of like, just erasing her masculine side or something :/

Bc most importantly; Nikki's expression of feminity in this episode *wasn't performative* she was doing it by herself for how it felt

ONTO NERRIS

I love their character ok like everyone in camp campbell is an asshole in their own way and their own degree, and I know early fandom liked to demonize the hell out of Nerris but I actually love how their character flaws compared to the other campers way more just scream "child" to me. They do shit and I go "yeah this is definitely a character acting immature with not a full grasp of their actions" and it's cute in a way to me idk!!! Like girl that's someone's DIARY WHY DID YOU POUR YOURSELF SOME JUICE AND KICK YOUR FEET AND GIGGLE READING IT YOUR SO SILLY ! Nerris often prioritizes themself in selfish ways but also in very childlike ways so yeah reading someone's diary because they connect with them and gain a little crush on them through that is adorable, esp jumping straight to "is this LOVE?"

Nerris liking girls- also something!!! Hinted towards in past episodes!! ((Nikki too some people call It "just admiration" but she literally has blushed at Ered and called her "my baby")) Nerris' scene where they're profusely sweating asking Ered to hang out with them i want to say could be a sign she has a crush on her too, but honestly? I'd be more inclined to believe the "it's just admiration" argument more here, I could see it going either way.

NERRIS WITH NIKKI THOUGH, IN NIKKI'S LAST DAY ON EARTH, Does that god modding type play little kids do where they narrate what they want to happen and get huffy when the other kids don't play along, which again back to my previous point of Nerris honestly being a small time offender compared to most the cast and also adorable.

But specifically she was trying to lowk boss Nikki into running into her arms and to me that's always been🫵🤨🏳️‍🌈⁉️

So I find it really funny how Ered, a character most the fandom hasn't really paid attention to or been a favorite or anything, always gets HC'd as a lesbian (often just for the jokes, or because her parents are gay, or because she's colored hair pronouns and skateboard/hj)

Absolutely no hate to the HC itself I'm sure there's someone who loves her character alot who has it but sometimes you can kind of tell when most are just slapping labels on characters they don't care about, and Ered out of the three of them is the ONLY one who hasn't shown cannonically interest in girls??? 😭 Like most of the cast, hasn't in anyone or any gender!! Nerris and Nikki have been exceptions in that, and now it's even official for Nerris!

Nerris and Nikki have cannonically only shown interest in girls. Unless some specific brief scene is slipping my mind atm/gen

ALSO GONNA TALK A LIL MORE ABOUT ERED BC I LOVE HER also need to specify the difference between a hc and a theory RN as I know it's very likely not cannon but the fact Ered doesn't know a lot of "being a woman" or periods (like an alarming amount missing for someone 14 ALSO CAN I GLOAT A LITTLE BIT ABOUT BEING RIGHT SHE WAS 13 IN S1-S4 !!??? OTHER PEOPLE WOULD SAY LIKE UP TO LIKE 17 SOMETIMES) (also context it's bc she says "other freshmen" and freshmen are 14-15.)

You could argue she simply is a late bloomer but girl you yelled at the word uterus like you simply can't understand 🏳️‍⚧️🫵🤨⁉️⁉️ and "what happens at NIGHT TIME??" like the whole conversation gave me the vibe she only knew things on a surface level and wanted to know more simply to be included!! I also wanna point out Ered never says anything that could confirm or deny she even gets one, just that Gwen thought she did, which could've been assumption or simply the wording she chose to phrase.

[anonymooseforever007]

Romantic Capture? (Pt 2. Romantic Escape)

(Tommy Shelby X female reader)

Summery: Y/N's successfully managed to con her way to her husband's car keys. Now she's free to have the fun she's been missing for the past week. But with an unexpected call from Polly, will her plans actually go to plan? Part two of Romantic Escape!

A/N: Hi y'all! No TW's for this (Tommy does get accidentally scuffed up tho) but I do think Tommy may be a bit OOC because this part has him talking about his feelings to the reader and I'm honestly not too sure how to write that, so idk if I did it well, but I tried! I kinda see him as someone who doesn't like admitting his fears and mistakes so when he actually does he's unsure of what to say as opposed to his usual suave self and tried writing it like that. So it's definitely got a bit of a different tone than the last one but it's still got good fun bits! I hope y'all enjoy!❤️

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The phone in Tommy's office rang.

"Polly? That you? I just started those papers you wanted, was there something else?"

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You giggled to yourself as you internally relived about your grand success, checking your mirrors one last time before getting ready to drive off. Silently, you thanked your husband for filling up the gas tank on his way back today.

It took months for most people to even try coming up with a plan to win one over THE Thomas Shelby. Keyword try. But you'd managed a successful caper in under an hour. And to top it off, if everything went as planned you'd have some fun with your "poor victim" when you returned. Maybe you should try this thing more often. You had been trying to convince him to let you redo the washroom for a while now. You thought the space would look just lovely with a new coat of paint and padded benches for you and the maids to sit on while talking and folding clothes. Or the garage. There was an empty space there you would have loved to turn into a workshop for the gardener and handyman. It was perfect for tools and lunch. OOH! Or maybe you could finally get the rolling ladder you'd wanted in the library, since you'd first moved in! You always wanted one as a kid! Yes, you would definitely have to try this thing again, especially if it went so smoothly the first time!

But that was for another day. If you left right now you'd make it in time to find good seats. Had this been a film, it would be the part where the captive finally gets out of their cell and starts joyously yelling "I'm free! I'm free I'm fr..."

A hand shot through the window and grabbed the steering wheel. Screaming, you did the first thing that came to your mind. Reaching out the window to grab the collar of your attacker, you yanked them forwards as hard as you could, while simultaneously stepping on the gas. You heard a head hit the car's roof as it made contact with the shiny metal.

"FUCK!"

Wait.

 You knew that voice. And the tie wrapped between you fingers....

Oh no.

"Tommy? What the hell are you doing?" You questioned, quickly letting go of him and looking down at you husband who was cradling an injured nose and making sure his toes weren't broken from you almost running them over.

"What the hell am I doing, eh!? What the bloody fuck are you doing," he exclaimed as he got to his feet, using the side of the car to stabilise himself so he wouldn't stumble. He didn't know if he should be frustrated or proud of what you'd just done. On one hand he was happy to know you wouldn't freeze up when surprised if someone came out of nowhere. But on the other hand....that fucking hurt. He could already feel the headache forming and it took a solid minute for his vision to clear. The car was still running and once again your husband reached through the window, trying to grab the keys from the ignition. 

"No," you smacked his hand away from the keys, gently but firmly. Tommy gave you a confused look and tried again.

"No. Tommy, no. Leave it. No. Thomas no." accompanied by another few gentle smacks until he pulled his hand back. You used one hand to guard the keys while the other remained slightly lofted, ready to bat again if needed. Tommy looked at you perplexed. In a manner only you could accomplish, he was left with absolutely no idea what was going on. 

"What do you mean 'no'? What are you doing, I thought you were going upstairs eh? And Polly called said there were never any papers she needed," he'd questioned. If it was anyone else aside from you he'd probably be very angry by now. Because you'd lied to him, and Thomas Shelby didn't like being lied to. You also nearly ran him over, but it wasn't a first for that and he was honestly more annoyed at being lied to. That wasn't something he took lightly.

Especially when the lies involved stealing his car. But this wasn't anyone else. This was you. You looked at him for a moment before sighing and turning off the car, but remained in the drivers seat. Well, if you couldn't get out through trickery maybe the truth would work. And a little guilt tripping possibly?

"I'm taking the car out," you replied. "I wanted to go to the movies with Lizzie and maybe have a few drinks after. I haven't been out all week and my head feels fine. It's felt fine since the third day, but even then no one let me do anything. None of my friends or anyone else was able to come over either so I've been stuck all week and I'm bored and it's been getting lonely too." You looked at you husband whose face had softened and continued, "So I called up Lizzie and I've got to meet her in half an hour if we want to get good seats. And Thomas I love you, but I am doing this. I know you're on edge because of what happened a few months ago, but I promise I'm all good now. You aren't able to control every little thing that happens to me. I'll get hurt sometimes and so will you, and that's just life. You can't make me live in a bubble after every little bump and bruise." 

Reaching one hand out the car window you gently grabbed your husband's chin and ran a finger over his cheek, where an increasingly red mark had begun to form. Thank Heavens, for once he hadn't had a cigarette in his mouth when you'd yanked him. He's probably have a burn on his face too. You really didn't intend to hurt him, thinking it was someone else trying to grab you. 

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I thought you'd make another fuss if I told you and I really didn't want to argue again. I know you care about me but you have to understand Thomas, I'm a grown woman and can make my own choices about then I feel better. It's the same thing you do when you decide to go back to work after being shot or beat up. When we got married we promised to go though life together. And together means side by side, equal steps. It doesn't mean one gets to drag the other along choosing each path alright," Caressing his cheek one last time, you sighed and moved to exit the car. You were still going out of course, but you wanted to take a quick look at Tommy's face in the house where the light was brighter before you left. You knew you'd be distracted and feel slightly guilty all night, not knowing how much damage your unintentional attack truly caused. 

But before your hand made it to the car door, it was Tommy who gently knocked your hand away this time. He placed you hand gently on the steering wheel, holding it there, while he closed his eyes for a moment and thought. Then he released you hand, before making his way around the front of the car and moving into the passenger seat. For a few moments the car was silent before Tommy grabbed you hand again and turned slightly so he could face you better. 

"Love... Don't feel sorry for what you did, it's not your fault. You weren't... wrong," Tommy started, slightly unsure what to say. He knew the words you had said were right, but he didn't know what to say next. Tommy never was to good at expressing his emotions, especially the strongest ones like love and pride and fear; and he was feeling all of those right now. But since meeting you he'd gotten a little better. At least it got easier to try. And that's what he did now, sitting besides you in the car while the last rays of the sun's light left the horizon for the day. "I don't want you to feel like I'm trying to control your or our life together. I'm not. I just want you to be safe. I don't know what I'd do without you," he continued, trying to remember what you'd told him one day about how he didn't have to be charming or precise when telling you his feelings. You told him they could be as messy and unorganized as he could manage if it meant he was telling you the truth. As long as he trusted you enough to try and let it out you'd be more than happy to listen. He knew you'd never fault him for telling the truth even if you'd still scold him for hiding it. 

"The truth is... the truth is that the day you got hurt something else happened. I got a call from a man telling demanding I sign over half the company or else he'd make you pay for me," Tommy paused for a moment trying to press down his anger at the man, "I wasn't worried at first, figured he was just making empty threats. Didn't think anyone was stupid enough to touch you. Then Francis called about your fall and even then I didn't think much about him, I was only worried you were alright. But then, later that night after I saw you, I was looking at the mail. This fucker also sent a letter to the house with the same fucking demand and I didn't see it until then. There was a photo in it too. It was you and your friends sitting in that restaurant you're so fond of. The one where we always get Finn's birthday cake? I don't know how he got that photo," Tommy stressed running a hand through his hair. He knew the man was dead, but it still made his skin crawl thinking of what he could have done. "I don't know what it was, but that photo and you being hurt... it scared me. I don't want to lose you. So since you were already hurt, I used that as an excuse to keep you at the house yeah? The maids really were to make sure you rested your head, but the cars were so I could try and keep you at the house where it was safer. I even had more men posted around the premises during the day." Tommy took a breath gently rubbing his thumb over your hand. He wasn't use to talking this much, even with you. But seeing as you didn't pull back, maybe he hadn't said the wrong thing yet. "But he's gone now, I got word he was taken care of today and he won't hurt you... No one will hurt you. So we don't have to worry about him. I was going to tell you today, I promise I was. But I'm ...I'm sorry Love. I didn't tell you the truth earlier and you got lonely... I should have found a way for your friends to come here or asked you to drive around with one of me men but I didn't yeah? And that.... that may not have been the best plan but it was the only one I could think of to keep you safe. Because you are the most important thing in the world to me Love and I don't know what I'd do if you got hurt because of me."

Tommy had finished now. He wasn't sure what else to say. He'd lied to you and he knew you hated that. But in his mind it was for a good cause. He didn't want to burden or stress you with problems created because of him. So he'd hid the truth until he couldn't anymore and after admitting his secrets he was left without a script. Most men would promise it wouldn't happen again, but Tommy couldn't do that. He knew that if you were ever threatened like that again he wouldn't hesitated to hide you away where he knew it was safe, even if you were mad at him for it. And you knew it too. So he wouldn't by make a promise he wouldn't hesitate to break. Not today anyway. 

The car was silent for a few moments and Tommy wasn't looking at you anymore. He did that sometimes after admitting something to you. Like he was scared to look into your eyes, and see that you didn't like what he said. And honestly, sometimes you didn't. Sometimes you wished your husband never told you the things he'd done that day or whose blood you were washing off his hands in the middle of the night. But most times like tonight, when he'd finally look up he'd see the same love he saw the day he married you and many days before that. You gently took his face in you hands and guided him to look at you again.

"Tommy, I can't say I'm not mad you didn't tell me the truth sooner, but I'm glad you did now," you started, "I'm alright and so are you and no one is going to hurt us. I get why you wanted to hide it from me, I don't always want to tell you what's scaring me either." Tommy averted his eyes and scoffed briefly at the implication of being scared. Yes, it was true but he still didn't like admitting it. "But I'm glad you told me now, yeah? It's better to get it out eventually than hold it in forever. So I wish you'd told me sooner but for now I'm glad you did. And thank you for apologizing, I forgive you... but I just ask next time someone's threatening ME, that I be the first one you tell yeah? Who knows maybe I can think of a better plan to get rid of him than you huh?"

Tommy closed his eyes briefly, leaning to rest his head on your shoulder. Talking had allowed a weight to lift from his shoulders. Not just because he knew the man was gone, but because he'd finally told you the truth. And apparently, it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. Yes, he knew you'd still probably lecture him slightly for lying more later, but for now he was just happy for you to know the truth. 

"Yeah Love, that I can try to do. Fuck, I can try."

Your fingers pulled the back of his hair lightly as you raised an eyebrow at him.

"'Try,' Thomas?"

A small huff of laughter came from his mouth as he pulled back to look at you again. Now that you'd both told the truth there was a lightness there, which hadn't been present all week.

"Promise, I promise you'll be the first to know if any rat bastard ever thinks of threatening you again eh?"

"That sounds more like it, my dear darling."

This time it was your turn to rest your head on his shoulder for a few moments as silence once more overtook the car. When you looked up again, you moved to gently kissed your husband on his still reddened cheek. As you went to do it a second time he turned his head, allowing your lips to connect with his as he returned the kiss gently. It took a few seconds before he tried deepening it again, and his hands had just reached the hem of your skirt when he was once again stopped. Panting slightly you resting your forehead against his, slightly brushing the loose strands on the back of his neck. He let out a soft groan at that. He loved the way your fingers felt playing with his hair like that, especially if it was late at night when you were both in bed after a long day.

"Tommy?"

"Yeah Love?"

"I still am meeting Lizzie tonight. If I stay at this house for one more minute I may actually set something on fire," you finished, readjusting your skirt and turning the car on again. If you left now you'd still just barely make it. "Like I may actually give Alfie Solomons a run for his money with the fight I'm going to put up if I don't get out within the next five minutes. Or I may pay him to do it for me, the lovely man. He use to be a boxer you know. "

Tommy rolled his eyes at the Alfie comment before smirking and leaning back in his seat, putting one arm around the back of yours, "Alright then Love let's get going."

You laughed, pushing his arm back and turned to him, "Oh, no chance in hell you're coming with me. I may forgive you for lying to me, but you're still not out of the dog house yet. Besides, this is a night for ME and Lizzie. Not me, Lizzie, and YOU."

"Come on Love. I'm sure Lizzie wouldn't mind. After all, it still could be dangerous out there. It is getting dark after all."

"Well then it's a pretty good think I can protect myself isn't it? Remember the gun Esme got me for Christmas? And so can Lizzie. You aren't the only one with tricks up your sleeve. So you. Hop out of the car before I'm forced to make you and," You leaned closer, "how about you spend the time I'm gone planning another apology eh?"

Tommy let out a huff of laughter, but complied. He walked around the front of the car again before leaning down to the still open window. 

"Another apology eh? I thought you'd already taken the first one."

"Of course, but you still have to make up for earlier to remember? After all, I won't be out with Lizzie all night and you did say you'd stay in your office until 10:30. That's something else to make up for isn't it? You didn't even give me time to start a bath to hide, cheater," you teased lightly as you played with Tommy's tie and his eyes light up like they had earlier when you'd sent him to the office.

"Oh that's the kinda apology you want isn't it? I can manage that. I can manage that very well Love. How about this time I hide for you to find me? Change up our little game eh?" Tommy kissed your hand teasingly before finally stepping back to let you leave. "Though I did help Curly clean the horses earlier at Charlie's yard, and that was a bit messy" Tommy restated your words earlier, "So when you're done why don't you start by looking in places one can get a little less...dirty eh? Maybe the bath will still be warm...."

[minnielvrr]

New Discovery

Lee: Minho Ler: Chan, Han Word Count: 2k

A/N: This is from this poll. Okay so I got a liiittle carried away with this🤭sorry if there are any spelling mistakes😅 Hope you enjoy~~🤗💖💞🩷

It had been a couple of days since Skz discovered that Minho didn’t know what tickling was. Being an only child meant that some of the experiences that might seem like second nature to people with siblings, were a whole new territory for him.

Chan stalked his prey from afar, spying on an oblivious Lino who was busy washing some dishes in the sink. He managed to sneak into the kitchen, somehow not getting found out by his target. The leader waited until Lino set down the glass he was washing, reaching to the side to grab a large metal saucepan, to set his plan in motion. Stealthily, he crept up on the kitten and quickly shoved his hands into the boy’s armpits.

Multiple things happened in the moment that followed. Minho choked on a gasp before screaming bloody murder, jerking away from Chan and dropping the saucepan onto the floor with a loud thud. Then, almost simultaneously, his knees buckled, the unfamiliar sensation sending shockwaves through his body that weakened him significantly. “Oh, you suhuhrprised meheheHEHE! CHAN HYUHUHUNG!!”

Ah, so Minho was sensitive sensitive. Chan had half expected the younger to swat him away. This was going to be so much fun! The leader eased the struggling kitten onto the kitchen floor, his legs framing the younger’s body and fingers still wiggling into soft skin. Minho was giggling crazily when the younger members rushed to the scene of the commotion.

Everyone was concerned and scared… up until Han giggled and pointed a finger at where the leader’s hands disappeared under Lino’s sweater. The second oldest was kicking his feet now, arms clamped tightly to his sides as he borrowed deeper into Chan’s embrace, hoping the strange sensations would go away.

Chan changed spots fast, looking for a satisfying reaction. He knew he would find one, given Minho’s initial response. It was just a matter of time. From Minho’s tummy, to his neck, ribs, while blowing into his ears the whole time. The poor kitten was going insane, twisting away from one hand only to be met with another on a worse spot. There was no reprieve.

“Hyung! Whahahat are youhu dohohoHOHOING?!” His whines turned to shrieks when the oldest moved his hands downwards, now kneading his lower ribs between nimble fingers that had Minho screaming out frantic laughter.

“Plehehease STAHAHAHAHAAHAAP!!” He begged, writhing against the kangaroo’s strong body and finding no escape. “You really don’t know what’s happening right now do you hyung?” Jeongin asked in wonder, eyes wide as he took in his hyung’s giggly form. “I’m tickling you Linoyaaa~. Does it feel good?~” Chan paused, noticing how the kitten’s responses were simmering down.

Something about hearing the word said out loud made him suddenly feel so vulnerable and seeing no other way to hide his reddening face, Lino shoved it his hands. But the red tips of his ears gave away everything he tried to hide from them and showed everyone how much just hearing the word affected him.

And the teasing…the teasing just made everything so much worse.

The break he got was almost as bad as the thing Chan was doing to him. So that was what tickling was. Minho couldn’t lie, it felt nice being able to laugh so much from a few wiggling fingers. But looking up at the smirks on everyone’s faces…. something told him he should keep that fact to himself, at least for now.

“You’re having fun too aren’t you Irino?” Han cooed, smooshing Lino’s face between his hands. Minho averted his eyes shyly. The ace always saw through him so easily.

“Do you want to continue baby?” Channie whispered in his ear, giggling like a hyena when Minho cringed away as even that tickled him. He nodded bashfully, flushing when everyone awwed at him. “Shut up!” He pouted, the spark of defiance returning to his eyes.

But when Chan's hands roamed over his torso, Han now scratching under his chin and all over bis neck, Lino squeaked, a soft sound of surprise. “Tickle tickle tiiickle~~ linoyaa~” Sweet giggles followed the two’s actions, stars glittering in Lino’s eyes as he squirmed around, holding onto Channie’s and Hannie’s hands. “Hehehe, nohohoho~” He squeaked out, utterly insincerely.

Eventually he couldn’t take anymore, sliding down to lay with his head on Chan’s thigh. The two let him go, Hannie tousling his hair and kissing his forehead in cuteness aggression. “Hyung you’re making it impossible for us to ever stop tickling you. Oh my god you are SO adorable!!”

Minho’s face was going to explode, his whole body felt warm from the praise and affection.

And he wanted a liiiittle more~~

“You’re too weak to ti-tickle me jelly arms,” he baited, hoping it would earn him the punishment he wanted. “You think I need to be strong to tickle you? Hyung, you melt when we were only tickling you so softly. I bet even Seungmin can hold you down right now and wreck you like this.” Han replied smugly with a glint in his eyes, Seungmin protesting indignantly in the background.

The poor lee opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water, unable to come up with a proper reply to that. Luckily, he didn’t have to as Han did indeed rise to his bait. Minho’s arms were soon pinned above his head by Chan, Hannie straddling his hips and smirking down at him.

“I’m gonna tickle you everywhere and I’m not gonna stop until I hear you begging.”

It was all very gentle in the beginning. Light tracing and soft pokes that had Minho gasping and squirming, all the while keeping an eye for any sign of distress from their cute kitten. They wanted to make sure that Minho would enjoy his first time and have as much fun as the kids were having.

Knowing he wouldn’t be able to survive that, Minho taunted Jisung with a cocky, “Ihihis that the best youhu can do?” Han glared playfully down at him, now determined to make the older regret his words. He was not one to back down from a challenge. One look was exchanged and Chan was pulling Lino’s arms even higher, stretching him so much, his back remained arched up, ribs sticking out invitingly.

And Han took full advantage of that, pulling his hyung’s sweater all the way up to his neck. Minho giggled nervously. He was about to find out just how ruthless Sungie could be. He wasn’t known around the dorm as the resident tickle monster for nothing. Han’s fingers kneaded at the older’s waist and he started blowing harsh raspberries on Minho’s ribs.

Then Hannie was going deceptively easier on Minho than he had promised, blunt nails dragged over his ribs, tummy and sides, gently scratching at spots that made him flinch and writhe. Minho shivered, giggling quietly. The featherlight touches weren’t really tickling him anymore as much as it was teasing and he slowly realized that the longer Hannie kept it up, the more hypersensitive he felt.

“Wow, ahahall that brahahagging for this?” Minho taunted, smirking briefly at Hannie’s annoyed expression before it melted into a toothy smile as the tickling continued. “Oh you’re so asking for it hyung.” There was a hint of anger in the ace’s voice. Fingers plunged into his sides quickly and roughly, squeezing and pinching at the sensitive skin.

“Nonononoo! dohOHOHOHON’T dohohoo thAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHIM SOHAHAHA- SOHOHOHORRY!!” The sudden intensity had the kitten bucking up, throwing his head back as he screamed out laughs. Han was really good at this. Loud squeals of mirth drowned out any teasing the younger ones threw his way as they watched from the sidelines. “What’s wrong hyung? Isn’t this what you wanted?”

This went on for a while, Han changing spots every so often to keep the lee on his toes. And Minho was helpless to stop it. Engulfed in boisterous cackles, he squeezed his eyes shut, head shaking side to side as if he didn’t know what to do with himself. “No nohohohahaha not there, ohohoho my GAHAHAHAAD. Ihihit’s sO BAD, AHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAA.”

Eventually they stopped for a break, Chan letting go of the kitten’s arms in favor of pulling him into his lap and feeding him some water. The second oldest was panting hard, heart still racing. “You okay hyung?” Hannie asked, brushing away the damp hair from Lino’s forehead. He nodded, smiling shyly at the ace.

“Good, cause I’m not done with you yet.” Minho’s eyes widened at that and he tried to crawl away in a futile attempt at escape but the two lers pulled him right back. “Oh no, you’re not getting away that easily. You asked for this, remember?” Chan mused into his ear, fingers pinching mischievously at his waist.

Minho yelped, kicking out at Han who was trying to get closer. “Do you want me to get your feet too?” Hannie asked threateningly, grabbing onto one of Minho’s ankles.

The kitten immediately went pliant, head shaking vigorously. The two lers exchanged looks at his reaction, deciding to file that info for later. They would have plenty of time to put their knowledge and skills to use. Especially now that they knew for certain that not only was Lino super ticklish, but he seemed to love it even more than Han himself did.

This time, Chan sat back with the younger kids, allowing Jisung to handle his bratty hyung. And Han went straight to business, laying Minho down on his back and straddling his thighs.

Experimentally, he placed his hands on Lino’s lower sides, fingers drumming into the bare skin. Minho giggled nervously, watching every motion of Hannie’s fingers with rapt attention. But nothing could’ve prepared him for what he felt when the ace pressed his thumbs right into his hip bone, skillfully massaging ticklish circles into the hard surface.

Lino squealed, fists clenching the fabric of his sweater to keep his hands away. Han noted with surprise. He hadn’t asked his hyung to do that and the fact that he was doing so of his own accord was just too cute.

Hannie projected that cuteness aggression into the tickling, thumbs digging in juuust right to have Minho laughing hysterically. “Tickle, tickle, tickle hyungie~~” He teased, watching amusedly as the kitten turned impossibly redder, his struggles getting more frantic at the use of the dreaded word.

“FAHAHAHAHAHACK, HAHA-HAHAHANIEHIHI IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!!” Lino bucked up and squirmed violently, all the while trying his utmost to keep his hands away. It was plain how much their cute little kitten was enjoying his new activity.

Lino didn't understand why he felt such a strong urge to twist away from Hannie's hands. He liked this, loved it even. And yet his body reflexively tried to move away.

“NAHAHAHAAHAA WA-WAHAHAHAIT HAHANNIE PLEASE!” He screeched, laughter going silent before coming back full force. “Aww begging already hyungie? I was sure you’d last a little longer.” Han smiled sadistically, drilling his fingers into Lino’s upper ribs, the kitten arching up only to come crashing back down, hands grabbing at Sungie’s ones in an attempt to ground himself.

He twisted his torso left and right but Minho found that no matter what he did, he was helpless to the ticklish sensations taking over.

“PLHEHEHEASE IHIHI CAHAHAN’T, IHI CAHAHAN’T ANYHYHYMORHOHORE,” he pleaded with teary eyes, and feeling a little sympathetic, Hannie eased up, moving his hands up to scribble lightly at Lino’s neck. Sweet giggles escaped his throat, Minho holding on to Hannie’s hands as if his life depended on it.

“Who’s your favorite dongsaeng hyung~~?” Hannie teased, fondly, cooing when Minho immediately answered in a hoarse voice, ”Youhuhu, Hanniehihie ihihis my favorite. Plehehehehease.”

And with that, Sung let up, carefully wiping the tears from his cheeks and cradling his hyung. He rocked the giggly kitten side to side, rubbing his belly to ease the tingles.

“You did so well hyung, I’m so proud of you,” he whispered quietly, kissing the top of his hyung’s head. Minho quickly fell asleep like that, a wide smile and soft blush still coloring his perfect face.

[dotster001]

Elder God; Part Two

Summary: gn!reader The Sea God, Azul, has claimed you as per your "contract". But while he is planning to destroy your realm, someone else is trying to save you...

A/N: this is how I imagine your new tail. Not that it matters....but.... Also there will at least be a part three of this...idk how many more

Part One Part Three Lore Part Four

The first sensation you were aware of was water filling your lungs. Your body's instant reaction was to choke it up. You opened your eyes as you simultaneously tried to stop yourself from breathing in more water, and cough up the water you already had consumed.

"Shrimpy, you can breathe, you know."

A voice emerged from above you, and you became aware of one of the twins from earlier. But that couldn't be right. He didn't have teal skin before.

"Just breathe. It's not that hard," he said, sounding very annoyed. Like your choking was an inconvenience to him.

He groaned, and grabbed you by the shoulders, shaking you aggressively.

"Breathe, God damnit!"

You were so startled, that you stopped choking. And once you stopped, you realized he was right. You could breathe. But how could you breathe?

You moved to stand, and the panic started again when you couldn't move your legs. You looked down and screamed.

Instead of legs, you had a long, shimmering, black tail that ended with fine asymmetrical fins.

Floyd laughed. 

"Aw, you didn't know? It's okay, you'll get used to it. Speaking of," he grinned, before wrapping a finned arm around your waist, and pulling you upright. "Jade and I are going to help you get from place to place until you learn how to use your new fins. It'll take some time, but we'll take real good care of you!"

"Wah-"

"Shh!" He pressed a finger, of what you were now realizing was a webbed hand, to your lips. "Azul will tell you all about it. C'mon!"

He dragged you along with him, your new tail feeling heavy and useless as he maneuvered you through dimly lit halls, only illuminated by a stray torch here and there, that had no business staying illuminated under the water.

At length, Floyd had guided you in front of two large golden doors, and was about to knock, when Jade quickly emerged from the other side. He was also a shade of teal now. Damn, you really wished Idia was here right now to tell you what the fuck was happening.

"Azul's busy. We'll have to meet with him later," Jade said hastily.

"Aw, but I'm bored!" Floyd whined.

The two of them snapped back and forth at each other, and you took the opportunity to peer through the open door behind him.

The room was shrouded in darkness, except for a beacon of blue light, that turned to look at you. You made eye contact with…whatever it was, and for a moment you could have sworn it was…

Jade slammed the door shut, and wrapped an arm around your waist, quickly directing you away.

"While we wait, let's practice using that new tail, shall we?"

"Yay! We'll have so much fun!" Floyd giggled, hurriedly swimming ahead of the two of you.

"Floyd is the best possible teacher. When we were turned, he mastered swimming first," Jade whispered to you.

Your head was spinning. Too much was happening all at once, and your brain was doing it's best to keep up.

….

"This is a delightful surprise. It's not often I am visited by the angel of death," Azul's voice emerged from the darkness he was lurking in.

Not that the darkness mattered to him. His eyes were calibrated to be able to see in the inkiest of blackness.

"I must say, your brother has gotten even better at blending in since last we met. I almost didn't recognize you two."

"My brother's abilities only grow stronger as his domain expands. And it's always expanding," he said with pride.

"True," there was a bitter tint to Azul's voice.

"My brother has sent me to collect what's his," he said, keeping his voice light to hide his anger.

"There is nothing here that belongs to him."

"Neither does it belong to you. Is it so hard for you to collect willing sacrifices these days that you're taking unwilling ones?"

"As I recall, the Lord of the Dead didn't used to be picky about where his sacrifices came from."

"It's a different era. If a cult of people, who have no idea what they're even worshiping, kidnapped the first person they found on the street, my brother would not accept them."

"Let's make one thing clear," Azul snarled, leaning forward in his throne. "They initiated the deal with me. I was prepared to let them go. And another thing. Why isn't your brother here himself? Despite his realm expanding, he grows weaker by the day-"

"Shut up!" He snapped. "My brother is too busy for a scummy second rate God, like you!"

At that moment, Jade opened the door at his back. He turned to look and saw you. He doubted you'd recognize him. And even if you would have, Jade slammed the door too fast for you to have processed what you saw.

"Listen here, little angel," Azul hissed, bringing him back to the conversation at hand. "Tell your brother if he truly wants Y/N, he should come claim them himself. This conversation is over."

Sometimes Ortho hated how smart his brother had crafted his new body. Because it meant he knew that arguing further would accomplish nothing, and all he could do was return home empty handed.

….

"It's too hard," you groaned, your fin muscles sore from attempting to use them.

"It takes time," Jade hummed.

"No it doesn't!" Floyd said with a laugh, flapping his tail in what would have been a playful way if he hadn't been the one who helped kidnap you and flip your life upside down.

"Why do I even have a tail anyway? Why haven't you just killed me yet?" You cried, the stress of the last four days catching up to you.

"Because you have been chosen to be an attendant to the Lord over all the seas. You should feel honored. My brother and I-"

"That was so long ago, I don't want to talk about that," Floyd whined, resting his head on your shoulder and wrapping his tail around yours.

You stiffened, which must have excited him because he giggled and tightened his grip.

Before you could try to wiggle away, you heard a beautiful voice. The three of you turned in the direction of it. Floyd and Jade wrapped their arms around you, and started leading you back towards the doors Floyd had taken you to earlier. Not that you cared. You needed whoever was making that voice. Desperately. There was a hole in your chest and you knew he could fill it.

At least that's how you felt until the voice stopped and you were made aware of the thing hiding in the shadows edge of the throne room.

"Come closer," the sea god ordered. Floyd escorted you closer, and you could faintly see a massive shape in the shadows.

"What a lovely little thing you've turned out to be," the sea god hummed, a single tentacle reaching out of the darkness and tilting your chin up. You could make out his glowing eyes searching your soul.

He swam out into the light, and you were temporarily woken from his "spell" by the realization of just how massive this octopus mer god was. You'd thought the room was huge, but now seeing him, it felt dwarfed and claustrophobic. You couldn't have been any bigger than the palm of his hand.

But it didn't take long into him continuing to speak for you to be lulled back under.

"You have been chosen to help me destroy your world."

Jade and Floyd grinned and snickered next to you.

"Do not take this position lightly, many have sacrificed a great deal to be granted even a portion of the power you've been gifted." A tentacle came up to caress your cheek, and you found yourself leaning into it. 

"How is their training?" Azul asked the twins.

"Slow," Floyd groaned, sending you a sideways glare.

"They are doing well given the circumstances," Jade hummed. "Floyd seems to forget how long it took for us to adapt."

Floyd pouted, but said nothing. Azul looked you up and down once more.

"Hmm, yes it seems you need more time. It's not a big deal, we're in no rush," he hummed, moving to sit back down on his massive throne.

Jade and Floyd both bowed, one less excitedly than the other, and Jade said, "We will keep you updated on how things are going," before wrapping an arm around your waist and escorting you back out.

It wasn't until the door slammed behind you that you came back to reality.

….

He hated this realm. It was so…alive.

Everywhere one looked, there were rose bushes, crimson red and flourishing. The air was filled with birds chirping. The grass was such a bright shade of green it hurt his eyes, and if that wasn't bad enough, fluorescent pink flamingos and neon hedgehogs ran rampant. Everywhere you looked was life.

This was no place for the God of the Dead.

Idia tightened his grip on the cat carrier strap that was resting on his shoulder, and marched onwards. Years of experience had taught him that the place where the life was most overwhelming was where he would be. Which was why he never visited the Lord of Life. That and his strict rules, and unpredictable servants. Except for a short period of time, eons ago, where he and the God of Life and harvest had been…intimate…he had only willingly put up with his dimension a handful of times.

Where the air was thickest with the overwhelming stench of roses, there he was. Sipping tea with his servants. When he noticed Idia, he raised an eyebrow.

The god of life had taken many forms and names over the years, but this form, Riddle Rosehearts, was by far the one that scared Idia the most. And he had thought Persephone was a terrifying form.

"It's not often you come to visit me," he eyed him suspiciously as he sipped his tea. "There must be something you want that your own capabilities are inadequate for."

He clutched the strap even tighter and took a steadying breath.

"Azul has made a contract to destroy the earth dimension."

Riddle sighed, and set down his teacup.

"And I worked so hard on that one. It was probably my favorite, even if they didn't always take care of it."

He looked at Idia, suspicion clear.

"But why are you telling me? You have everything to gain from the destruction and death that will occur. Your realm will expand exponentially, instantly."

"It's because of his special friend," one of the servants said with a laugh. That was his least favorite one. Cater always knew far too much.

"Special friend?"

"Idia found a human he took a liking to-"

"How could you possibly know anything about me?"

"Because it's my job to know," he said with a Nonchalant shrug. "Just like how I know that the cat you're carrying with you belongs to them."

Riddle eyed the cat carrier, and bit his lip, before saying, "Special friend huh? That's not like you."

"Aw, he's jealous," the newest servant, a red head with an attitude decided to pitch in, a maniacal giggle escaping his lips.

Both Idia and Riddle's cheeks turned a bright red, and with a snap of his fingers, Riddle had placed a collar on the new guy. He pouted, but gave no argument.

"So why are you here, Idia? What do you want me to do about it? If Azul has settled on destroying that dimension, there's nothing to be done," Riddle said patronizingly.

"I…," Idia froze up. Even before you, this was his favorite dimension. A lot of the people were too mean and too loud, but the things, and art, and society they had managed to create was so vibrant and worth dealing with the noise for.

But what he really wanted wasn't to save earth.

He just wanted you back.

"Azul stole my "special friend". I need help getting them back."

The servants at the table all exchanged glances. Riddle sighed, and waved his hand, allowing the table to clear out quickly.

Riddle plucked a rose from a nearby bush.

"I can create life," he said, calmly waving his hand over the bus, his fingertips beginning to glitter. "I can do my best to maintain it, and continue to create more life that provides for it, but eventually," the rose pedals shifted and change, until the flower was no longer a flower, but a bird. "Eventually, death comes for it. Even I am powerless to its strength."

The bird flew away, and his fingers glowed again, a new flower bud growing and replacing the old one. He stood up and walked over to Idia, before stepping on his tiptoes, and placing the flower behind his ear. He gently clasped Idia's hands in his, his gloved fingers massaging his hands in an oddly comforting way.

"You've told yourself a lot of lies about yourself. But for the sake of your special friend, it's time to embrace your truth," he squeezed his hands one more time, before following his servants out. Idia carefully lifted his finger to the rose in his hair, and gently pulled it out. He stared at it for a moment, and its veins filled with black and it shriveled in his palm.

....

[calypsolemon]

for wyv au;

whos ur favorite character to include that isnt the Main Duo ?

are there any parallels/similarities to other au's of urs? (namely transgender au)

which seasons have the greatest impact on this au?

if ur willing to share, whats the best scene you have mapped out in your head? (doesnt have to be a major spoiler. it could be something like siren jay popping a balloon for shits and giggles)

whats ur favorite aspect of the toxic dependency that notjaya have for one another?

does siren jay smell like fish ? does nya smell like fish from all the fishing ? does that smell draw sirenjay to nya ?

why doesnt siren jay just consume nya, is he stupid ? (that last ones a joke, but i am curious on if the more emotional she is, the better she tastes or not.)

does siren jay ever develop any actual feelings for nya...

thats all chat !

favorite character to include that isnt the Main Duo?

That's hard because I really love all of them, and many I am still in the process of figuring out, so there may be dimensions to characters I add later that makes me like them more. Right now I think it's Lloyd because I think he is the shining beacon in the dark mist that is this au. And also because I have a Lloyd bias.

are there any parallels/similarities to other au's of urs? (namely transgender au)

I think characters having conflicting reactions to life problems and intense relationship drama brewing because of it is a common thread through many of my au's. I think it also has the most notable similarities to Splinter-Hearted back when that was an au, especially the idea of Kai and Nya's sibling relationship breaking down in reaction to loss.

You didn't ask, but I think the main difference this au has to my others is the subtlety with which I'm portraying the more magical/supernatural aspects of the story, and the tone, which is probably the most Adult I've ever approached a silly spinning ninjas au by.

which seasons have the greatest impact on this au?

guess it's kinda obvious, but Seabound and DR s2. Skybound as well as it's sort of foundational to why those other seasons even work. And obviously I'm sprinkling in a bit of Possession for flavor (don't expect Morro to make a miraculous return here tho, its just the vibes)

Fun fact is actually that Nya's locket is designed to look like a compass in the front, to mirror the compass which held Delara's photo in Skybound.

if ur willing to share, whats the best scene you have mapped out in your head?

There's a point in the story where everyone piles into a car for a drive. Everything goes very wrong from there <3

whats ur favorite aspect of the toxic dependency that notjaya have for one another?

I like how simultaneously very alien and very human it is. The thought patterns of the siren are impossible to comprehend for a human as the thought patterns of a creature from the ocean's abyss, and yet at its core, its drawn to Nya's side by a universal instinct - a gnawing hunger which screams to survive. I think the grief that drives Nya's actions is just as indiscernible, and just as primal.

does siren jay smell like fish ? does nya smell like fish from all the fishing ? does that smell draw sirenjay to nya ?

Imagine everything in this au smells like fish and seaweed and brine and rust all the time. Everyone in Stiix is pretty noseblind to it.

why doesnt siren jay just consume nya, is he stupid ? (that last ones a joke, but i am curious on if the more emotional she is, the better she tastes or not.)

It's not about emotionally fattening her up for the slaughter or anything like that. Sirens are not really stronger than humans physically, their only real weapons are their voices and appearance. It's just that they rarely encounter anyone as capable of resistance for no discernible reason as Nya is. The siren has no choice but to continue to play her little game until it can break down her defenses, or risk death if she ever leaves the city of Stiix.

does siren jay ever develop any actual feelings for nya...

He tells her he loves her, once. Interpret that as you will.