#I haven’t used him in so long so yeeee

[ofthestcrs]

❛  you are perfect to me.  ❜ - to anyone who grabby for love !

Lukyfer’s cheeks puffed up as he had to resist the urge to argue. It was evident he didn’t think highly of himself even after all he’d done for the woman. Instead of voicing his battling thoughts though, he took her hand, squeezing it just slightly. “Thank you.” He said quietly, “For believing in me.”

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Chuuya has ticklish ears. That's it, that's the headcanon XD.

{Headcanons to Dabbles: CLOSED!}

YEEEE! *explodes* I love this so much! God, Chuuya with ticklish ears is freaking adorable! Had to do some good ol Soukoku for this one! (Did I get the name right? If not- Dazai and his tiny angry boyfriend :P) I hope you like it!

“Hey Chuchu, I gotta tell you something.” Dazai’s voice was so close to his ear it felt like a mini typhoon against the shell. On a normal day to day basis, the reaction would have been something like this: A squawk of startled terror, Dazai’s chest and arms getting beat until he was too tired to keep going, and a long angry speech on how he was not “Chuchu”.

Instead, the sound that came out was horrifying.

“Oh? Was that a squeal?” Dazai sounded positively delighted, his curious tone quickly shifting to one mischief as he leaned in, puffing against his ear.

“AH! D-Dazai! Geheht back!” Chuuya tried to elbow him, but the bigger man was far too quick, easily gathering him up against his chest. “Stahahap, stahhahap it!”

“I haven’t even tickled you yet! Eager aren’t we?” Dazai cooed, snickering as he reached up and snatched the feather off Chuuya’s latest hat, twirling it in his fingers. “Look what I have here~”

“Oi, that’s my new hat you’re messing wi-ihihihihihihihihith! Gehahahahhah stahhahahhap!” The redhead let out a squeal of mirth when that dastardly feather dragged across the shell of his ear, swirling against the skin in easy strokes. “Dohohohoohohn’t! Gheahahhaha it’s tohohohohohohorture!”

“You don’t seem all that desperate to get away.” Dazai remarked, swirling the tip of the feather into Chuuya’s ear just to make him full body shiver and squeak. “If you really wanted me gone, you’d use your gravity, yeah?”

“I cahahhahahahn’t! Yohoohohohohohu’d cahahhahahancle ihiihihihihiht!”

“I won’t.”

“Ahehahahahahhhahaha! Gheahhahahahhaha, stuhuhuhuhuhuhpid Dahahahhahahazahahahhahhahai!”

“Silly Chuuya.”

Oh that bastard! He had a reply for everything, didn’t he? Chuuya went to use his gravity but…found himself stalling. Sure- it would be beyond easy to send Dazai hovering away, or at the very least the feather he was torturing him with.

So why couldn’t he bring himself to do so?

“Knew it.” Dazai cooed against his crown, giving his ear one last flick before tucking the feather away in his hat. “You love it when I tickle you, ChuChu~”

Nevermind.

“WHOA!” Dazai squawked as he suddenly went flying, hovering mid air and upside down. “Aww, I wasn’t done cuddling you! Since I’m up here, let’s do that one thing from the movies.” Dazai made grabby hands at him, blowing kisses.

“Oh, we’re gonna do something alright.” Chuuya reached up, retrieving the abandoned feather as Dazai’s eyes grew wide. “But I can’t guarantee you’re gonna like it.”

[scarletwritesshit]

🚂 Stelle x Moze 🚂 Another "Stellar" Visitor

"I heard that you have a new guest to introduce to the Astral Express today~" March said.

Stelle nodded her head, unable to hold back her smile.

"I don’t know about this," Dan Heng said, "the visitors you have invited haven’t exactly been...stellar."

"Whatever do you mean? I’ve gotten some great guests to come aboard the Astral Express!" Stelle said, smugly.

"Luocha," Dan Heng said quickly. "In a matter of system days after we invited him, he got thrown straight into jail."

Welt Yang winced at the word "Luocha" being uttered from Dan Heng’s mouth. It would seem as if he didn’t exactly have a stellar opinion about the long-haired blond himself.

"So what, that was just one weirdo out of many," Stelle said, shrugging, "plenty others that you all have invited are weirdos themselves.”

"Like that flamboyant homosexual Argenti," Dan Heng said, rolling his eyes. "I could’ve sworn March was about to drop to her knees for him"

"Excuse me, mister!" March said, stomping her foot.

"Relax guys. He shouldn’t cause any problems since he tends to keep to himself and hardly says a word.”

"Have you forgotten what happened in Penacony?" Dan Heng asked. "Misha and Gallagher are partially responsible for that nonsense and they haven’t spoken a single word to us in a long time."

"They’re dead, Dan Heng." Himeko interjected.

"He’s not dead, not a walking drag queen, and not in jail. I think we’ll be just fine,” Stelle said.

"I feel awfully uneasy about this," Dan Heng said.

"Don’t be. Right, Moze?"

A man in a purple cloak seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. He stood deathly still by Stelle, his living body distinguished from a cold statue only by the softness of the fabric. His body moved not an inch as his eyes scanned the inside of the Astral Express and its passengers.

"Stelle,” Dan Heng said.

“Yeeees?” Stelle replied, with an “innocent” grin on her face.

“With all due respect, why the hell did you bring an assassin on board?"

Welt spat out the tea that he was drinking, further staining the rugs of the train car that are silently yearning for a deep cleaning.

"An assassin? He’s already killing me with those kinda pretty but otherwise scary eyes! Don’t tell me im going to be butchered in my sleep!" March said, panicking.

"Better you get used to him sooner than later. He’s gonna become a rather frequent visitor to the Express," Stelle said, with a proud smile.

"...Frequent visitor? Is there someone lurking that you want gone that badly?" March said.

Stelle shook her head. "Nope. He’s just… a really good friend of mine. Isn’t that right?~"

Moze nodded his head in support of Stelle’s claim.

"Good friend?" March asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Absolutely," Stelle said.

"You sure about that? He’s standing awfully close to you. And he hasn’t slit your throat open yet."

"If he were to strike, I’d let him cut my throat anyways."

"Not here," Moze said, "this car is far too unclean as it is."

"So he does know how to speak!" March said in awe.

"March, are you going to completely disregard how nonchalantly he spoke about slitting Stelle’s throat?" Dan Heng said.

"Well, no, but let’s be real here, we've honestly heard far crazier things."

"See? He’s one of the more normal guys I could’ve went for. Relatively." Stelle said.

Moze appeared to take a slight bit of offense at Stelle’s words, but once again, he refused to budge.

"...Went for?” March asked, “Don’t tell me you two are- "

"Stelle," Dan Heng said, frankly, "just make it easier on us to admit you’re sleeping with Moze."

Welt Yang once again spat out his tea.

"Woah there, I’m not sleeping with him! Yet."

"We became acquainted some time ago, yet things have not progressed to such a point," Moze said. "And I would appreciate it if you did not jump to such conclusions so swiftly."

"What is Stelle doing sleeping with a Shadow Guard, let alone bringing one aboard the Express?" Welt said, standing up.

"...How do you know about the Yaoqing Shadow Guards?" Dan Heng asked, concerned.

"What little knowledge I do have of them, I came across while I was tracking the whereabouts of Void Arc-I mean Luocha. And I know enough about them to say that he should not be aboard the Express."

"Playing devil’s advocate here, but isn’t Xianzhou allied with the Express? He should be fine," Himeko said.

"I have no reason to strike against the crew," Moze said.

"You have no reason to right now, but if we tick you off…" March said, walking up into his face and feigning bravery to stare directly into his eyes.

"Then Jing Yuan will raise hell against Yaoqing and probably cause a civil war, which I am sure none of the involved parties want," Dan Heng said. "But that still doesn’t mean we should let our guard down around him, though someone here has clearly disregarded the simple concept of common sense.”

"Right?" Stelle said. "Can’t believe March just walked up to his face like that."

"H-Hey! At least I’m not screwing the guy!" she protested.

"Putting all of that aside for now," Himeko interjected, "Moze is welcome aboard the express...as long as those two keep the noise down and the knives off of our throats. But, I do believe we have had far less reputable guests aboard.”

"Tell me about it," Dan Heng said.

"I have no idea what you’re talking about, Himeko," Stelle said.

"Sure you don’t. Why not give our new guest a tour of the Express for the time being?" Himeko suggested,

"And keep him away from my books! March shouted.

Stelle nodded her head and grabbed Moze’s arm, dragging him out of the parlor car. When the door behind them shut, Moze sighed a bit louder than expected of him, and Stelle curiously looked at him.

"Your crew is most strange," he said.

"You’ll fit right in Moze," Stelle said.

"They currently appear to be very wary of my presence."

"Well, we’ve been through some...things, so it would be stranger if they weren’t. Give it some time. I bet you and Dan Heng will become good friends, exchanging a maximum of two words a system month."

"I am not here for friendship. I am here solely for your companionship."

"Gonna have to get used to it," Stelle said, playfully nudging his side.

Moze crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. Stelle wasted no more time leading him to the outside of her room, opening the door and inviting him to come sit.

"Take your hood off and relax," Stelle said, "bed’s all yours."

"And disarm myself in such questionable territory?"

"I didn’t say you have to do that. Just shed some layers if it makes you more comfortable. Nothing can get to you in the express."

"It does feel strangely secure," Moze said, sitting down on her bed and fidgeting with one of his blades.

Stelle fell backwards and laid on the bed beside him.

"...Now what?" he asked.

"We don’t have to do anything," she said. "We can just hang out away from those weirdos for a little while.

A small smile appeared on Moze’s face.

"...That sounds agreeable."

[embe95]

It's Flirting!

Lee Minho drabble, yey <3 I just had an idea and went with it, had a lot of fun, so much so that it is currently 2.30am and I should be asleep.

Word count: 3,413 (whooooooops)

I really want to be where she is, just be close. Maybe even ask her out properly? Would she want me to?

I haven’t heard from her in days.

And suddenly I’m worried that I may have done something or said something that could have offended or hurt her. That maybe I went too far with a joke or made her feel uncomfortable.

That maybe I’ve read it all completely wrong and she doesn’t feel the same way in the slightest. That maybe she hates me. That she’s already secretly married to someone and just hasn’t told any of us.

”Calm. The fuck. Down,” I growl, throwing my phone against the couch. I hear it bounce and hit the carpet at the exact moment Chan comes out of his room.

”You good?”

”Mmm,” I voice a somewhat dissatisfied sounding consonant and keep my head in my hands.

”Minho?”

”She still hasn’t answered.” The sentence is almost inaudible but he catches it like a pro.

”Dude, it’s a group chat, she’s probably busy.”

Chan heads to the fridge and apparently grabs the carton of OJ, because the next thing I hear is probably heard by everyone who lives in the building.

”AGAIN? JISUNG I SWEAR TO GOD!”

A door locks at the end of the hallway.

”Why does he do this? Jesus… fucking empty. Every time…”

”You know he’ll buy two just to say sorry.”

”Yeah, yeah…”

I blow air out of my nose and toss him the half full banana milk I just drank from.

My phone still doesn’t buzz. Did I break it? No, surely not. Why isn’t she answering?

”Thanks. Like I was saying, she’s probably just busy. You gotta message her directly. Don’t count on the group chat, she isn’t that active on there anyway.”

He’s right. But I won’t tell him that. I can’t text her.

I stare out the window at the wintery city. The frame kinda makes all of it look like a painting; the snow fall dilutes and blurs all lines and makes things softer and more abstract. She’s probably having hot chocolate at the university library, maybe from her cat-themed thermos. Maybe she decided to splurge a little and got a fancy Starbucks salted caramel version.

I want to buy her hot chocolate every day. If only she would text me.

”You think she’s at the library?”

Chan’s brows furrow as he stares back at me. The look seems to be something along the lines of ”you’re creepy” and ”how the hell should I know”.

”Never mind. Jisung!”

My friend’s massive head of black hair is visible before anything else, then his eyes peek from behind the frame.

”Huh?”

Chan takes the opportunity to chuck the empty orange juice carton at the figure, who throws his hands up haphazardly. It does nothing to block the attack so the inevitable happens and it collides with his torso.

”YA! I’m sorry, I’ll get more when I go out!”

Our eldest roommate says nothing, just points a finger at Mr. Han Jisung with such vigor that even his nostrils flare.

”Did you need me?” Jisung’s scared eyes find me, the corners of his mouth rise nervously.

I’m happy I remembered to buy the milk I promised.

Why isn’t she answering?

”Yeah, have you talked to Y/N today?”

He cocks a brow and nods, slowly, hesitantly.

”Yeeees…” One word becomes as long as a sentence as his lips begin to curl up into a smirk. ”Whyyyyy?”

I didn’t think asking him would make him stare at me like this. It’s an innocent question isn’t it?

”Minho and Y/N sitting in a tree…” Chan’s soft mumbling is accompanied by a little dance, his arms swing back and forth, elbows bent.

I’m pretty sure my ears are as pink as his hoodie and I don’t like it.

”Shut up!”

”K-I-S-I-N-G-G… wait…” Jisung mumbles but I can’t see the face that is joined with Chan’s amused bark because my eyes are rolling.

”Never mind.”

”Man, sorry, sorry! Okay. Yeah, I talked to her, she’s at the library getting ready for next week’s exam.”

I knew it. My eyes find the window again. I should study too, probably, I mean… there’s gotta be something I need to read books for.

Why do I suddenly feel like going out into that mess of a weather? Getting all dressed up, throwing on layer upon layer, and I probably need to change, these sweats won’t do. Why am I just out of the blue feeling like I should head to the nearest Starbucks for some salted caramel hot chocolate? It’s because of her. I want to be where she is right now. I’ve wanted it for weeks.

Is it a bad idea? Would she want me there even though she hasn’t reacted to any of my messages in the group chat today?

She wouldn’t care if I wear sweats when I walk in, she doesn’t care about what people wear. She’d say she just wants me to be comfortable. But maybe she wouldn’t care if I came or not.

”Why do you ask?”

Chan and Jisung are both staring at me. I’m usually pretty sensitive to people’s attention but maybe I was traveling too far in my mind.

”I just… well I figured she was- I just wanted to see if- I mean maybe I could-”

”Want me to dial for you while you struggle to the end of that sentence?”

”You think I should call her?”

Jisung is obviously confused by the question which did indeed come out way more enthusiastic than I intended.

He had probably been preparing for a punch, a glare or some common form of my affection.

”Y-Yeah dude, if you want to, sure. Or you could just go surprise her,” he shrugs. As if he’d read my mind. As if it’s the easiest thing in the world. For him it probably feels like it, his track record with charming gestures is undefeated.

”That’s a great idea man!” Chan chimes in with his two cents after finishing the banana milk. ”But Minho, you gotta be nice.”

”Huh?”

”You act like… how should I put this… you act like a baby around her?”

”What?”

How can he say that, what is he on about? I mean… I can’t say I act totally normal right now, it’s hard to when she’s always smiling and laughing and hugging and breathing and dancing and sitting on my lap and flipping her hair around. And breathing.

”What the fuck does that mean?”

Chan looks down and crinkles his nose.

”I mean no offense man, it’s just that if you want to go have a romantic library date, you might want to- I don’t know- try not to snap at her so much?”

Snap? I don’t… do I? I mean I joke around and all but… Have I done or said something that actually offended her? Maybe I went too far with a joke. Or made her feel uncomfortable.

I’m right back to where I started. My brain is doing loops. Fuck.

Of course she doesn’t want to answer my texts. Why would she? If I’ve been a dick then… Fuck!

Jisung comes closer, at first I think he’s going to come hug me or something but instead he slumps onto the couch. Chan leans on the kitchen island situated behind the large, grey furniture.

The younger of the two looks deep in thought, like he’s reminiscing. ”Mmm… He does have point.”

There’s a flow of negativity in the room suddenly and I need them to specify their claims quickly and clearly, a request I then voice.

”I mean, yeah, you joke with all of us and we love you for it…”

”But maybe with Y/N it just gets a little…”

”Childish?” Chan’s voice is overly high and gentle, like a child confessing to a stupid thing they did.

It's like his words press the rewind button on a tape of all the moments I've shared with her. I see it all. What goes on in my head doesn't match what comes out. She sits on my lap, and I feel like I want to pull her closer and smell her hair. The weight feels comforting, I'm close enough to gently kiss her neck. Instead, I complain about how heavy she is. She comes to our house to watch movies and brings me my favorite soda. I feel like she knows me and it makes me feel... well, really touched actually, I don't even remember telling her about it. Instead, I ask why she didn't bring any chips. We dance together at the club downtown. It's like the twentieth song and neither of us has left the dance floor while everyone around us has come and gone thrice over. She moves so smoothly, looks so alive and anytime she grabs my hand to do a spin under my arm or so spin around with me I feel so electric and happy. Dancing with her feels easy, and I wish she'd let me take her home. Instead, I ask her why she keeps stepping on my toes. She slumps down next to me at the café, leaning her head on my shoulder and tells me how exhausted she is after a bad day. Her hair smells amazing and I love how warm she is. I'm sorry she feels tired. I want to take her hand in mine and run my hand through that perfect head of hair, to tell her I'm here. Instead, I tell her not to look at me like that and that maybe her bad day was caused by that ugly hoodie she's wearing.

Of course she doesn't want to answer my texts! I wouldn't either.

"It's okay, man! I just mean that maybe if you really wanna make a move-"

"No," I say softly and stare back outside. The snow is falling even harder now, the day turns into evening as the sun begins to set somewhere behind the thick cloud cover. "You're right. I've been an ass."

"I didn't say you've been-"

"I don't think she'd want to hang out alone. I'll just see her tomorrow at the club like always."

When I make my way to the kitchen, hands already reaching for the coffee pot to brew some evening joe since I won't be heading out after all, a pair of strong hands grab my shoulders and spin me around. I don't like it when Hyung manhandles me.

"Minho, that is not what I meant. I don't even mean that you have to stop joking around, I just mean that you should be sincere for a bit, and then you can go right back to it. I don't think you'll get out of being 'just friends' if you're not honest."

I don't like it when he's right either.

After a brief conversation with the two which included me stating out loud that I have a crush on Y/N for the first time, I ask Jisung to check how long she'd be at library. He's happy to, since he's such a sucker for surprises. He wants to join me so he can see the look on her face, but I've never really had a problem saying no to Jisung. Or anyone, really, except Y/N. I then get changed, throw on my hoodie, a coat, some boots and a beanie, and I'm ready. Almost, I still need two salted caramel hot chocolates, one in each hand.

Lucky for me, there's a Starbucks around practically every corner. I choose to head for the one closest to the library, so our drinks will stay warm.

Then the lump in my throat swells and nearly blocks my breathing. How did this become so momentous? It isn't a date, I'm just bringing her some hot chocolate. She might not even want it. She might have left already, changed her mind about staying late. Am I nervous because of what my roommates made me realize? Could I be walking into something that'll make me cringe for the rest of my existence? This feels very new and terrifying. I should just forget about this and head back inside.

But I want to see Y/N. I really do.

And I don't really even have to make tonight anything special. It doesn't have to become "the night that Minho confessed" or whatever. We can just hang out. I can help her with her revision and just sit next to her as she reads. That's creepy. But she looks so beautiful when she concentrates, like a majestic being asked to solve a complex riddle. Her eyes get all cat-like, narrow and glowing.

But maybe... Maybe she doesn't want me there and I'll just bother her.

I don't know how I ended up inside the elevator taking me to the study rooms on the third floor of the university library, but here I am. All this thinking blurred out my steps and direction but somehow... here I am. Standing in the quiet, student-filled space that is quite foreign to me, but very familiar to the person I am here to see.

Focusing my gaze, I play the real-life "Where's Waldo?" in the huge space. I'm slightly embarrassed to be staring at people so bluntly because they all seem so focused, but then again, I don't really care.

Then suddenly, I see a hand moving. It's a frantic wave and my brain skips every step and jumps straight to what I know to be true; it's Y/N. The glass door of the small study room she's in opens and she tiptoes towards me. It's like I'm doing a full body scan, the way my eyes stay on her. She looks happy, her smile is wide and her steps are accompanied by excited hands.

"Oh my gosh! Hi!" she whisper yells.

She might actually be happy to see me. Hoodie-clad arms are around my neck before I can register a thing, and my heart rate skyrockets. The embrace is tight. Her embrace always is. And she skipped the hot chocolates in my hands, she didn't even look at them.

"What are you doing here? Wait, wait. Come here," she grabs my arm and gently guides us back between all the tables, couches and chairs to the room she'd just exited. 

When the door is closed, I hear it. Silence. Not the kind outside in the general study hall where you can hear a pin drop and the creek of a chair echoes for fifteen minutes. The kind that takes sound and swallows it. This room is-

”It’s a soundproof room so don’t worry, it’s okay to talk!” she says as if she’s a kettle that’s just begun to boil. ”But Min, what are you doing here? Oh, is one of these for me?”

No, dumbass, they’re both for me.

”Y-Yes, I thought you might like it,” I gulp, handing one to her.

”That is so sweet, thank you!” Her smile just makes all my cells dance. ”I’m just so surprised and happy you’re here, I wasn’t even sure you knew where the library was!”

What? You saying I don’t read?

”We walked you here with Jisung last week.”

Forehead crinkled, she takes a slow, calculated, sip of the hot chocolate. Whatever she was staring at me for was apparently forgotten when the liquid hit her tongue. ”You remembered!”

You like it? I just got you the same thing I got for myself, don’t read into it.

”Yeah. Uh- what are you studying for?”

”Minho, is everything alright?”

”Mhmm, why?”

She stares again, but says nothing.

”Come sit here. I have this big exam next week and…”

I sit next to her as she goes through the topic. I’m so immersed in her voice and the way the grey hoodie frames her face that I barely half-listen, yet I’m interested in everything she tells me.

”Did you come here just to see me?” she finishes after saying she’s happy I’m there but that she has to keep going for at least a little bit more.

Of course not, I’m here to play volleyball.

”I thought maybe you’d like the company.”

She’s silent for a moment, again.

”Okay… well, you’re right. It’s good to see you. As always.”

We stay quiet as she stares at me. I want to believe that she did look at my lips, but I dare not hope. 

”Wanna quiz me? I just got through chapter seven.”

I do.

She’s so intelligent and enthusiastic about the topic. She gets a few wrong and goes back through her notes expertly, reads for a few minutes and then we get back to it.

I have never, ever had this much fun with a book. I scan through the pages, mind on the amazing person next to me. I hope I’ve been kind, I’m pretty proud of the way I’ve held my tongue. Maybe tonight could be the night I tell her how I feel.

”You’re so good at this, it’s amazing.”

”Okay, that’s it, what is up with you tonight?”

What is this annoyed tone? What happened?

”Huh?”

”Is something wrong? Are you mad at me? Has something happened that you’re not telling me?”

”W-wha- No! Why would you think that?”

”Then why are you being cold?”

Cold? Now I’m ”cold”? This can’t be right, the guys said… what is she talking about?

I set the book down and turn to face her. Her features seem agitated, tight. It scares me a little. It annoys me more.

”What are you on about?”

”’You’re so good at this’… ’here you go’… ’there you are’… ’it’s okay’… ’me and Jisung walked you here last week’… what the heck was that? Of course I remember? But who are you and where is my Minho?”

”Y-Your Min-”

”Yes! My Minho, I want him back!”

”You’re acting so weird. What do you mean?”

As she explains the tape rewinds again. She sits on my lap and I complain about how heavy she is. She asks if I mean it and I get up without letting go of her, flipping her so I’m holding her bridal style. I squat a few times and shake my head. She comes to our house and brings me my favourite soda and I ask why she didn’t bring chips. She pokes out her tongue and pulls a bag of them out of her tote bag  and I have to wrestle her for them, after which I get her favourite soda from the fridge and bring it to her. We dance together at the club downtown and I ask why she keeps stepping on my toes. She then proceeds to step on my toes (for the first time that night) and asks what I want to drink next. She slumps down next to me after a bad day and leans her head on my shoulder. She bursts out laughing when I slander her hoodie because it’s in fact mine. Without another word I offer her sips of my hot chocolate for the rest of the night, and when it's finished I go buy another one.

And she wanted to answer my messages. She was just busy (and Chan was right again but I don’t want to think about that).

”And another thing! I haven’t considered you ”just a friend” in weeks so Chan and Jisung can just take their Tiktok psychology tips elsewhere and stop messing with us!”

I have to shake my head to rattle that sentence around. Make it make sense.

”It’s called flirting! And another thing-”

”You talk too much.”

”What?”

I lean closer quickly, grinning. Our knees touch. I make my intention, my hope for what will happen next crystal clear by cupping her cheek.

”Can you just shut up for a second if this means you don’t think I’ve been a dick to you?”

She’s silent, again. Her eyes are darting between my eyes and lips, the words she wants to say travel to her gaze easily.

And then I kiss her. This just became "the night we kissed for the first time", which is more than I could've ever hoped for. She's so perfect.

”You are a dick, though. I never said that,” she smirks as I let my lips travel between her cheeks and mouth. "And you're overdressed, the dress code for study dates with me is sweats."

That night, as we travel hand in hand back to my place, the fierceness I knew accompanied her kind heart was more visible than ever. She doesn’t wait for me to fully open the door to the apartment.

The wooden rectangle flies open with force and hits the wall as Y/N bursts in.

”YOU TWO! You ever try to get him to ’tone it down’ or whatever the fuck the advice was, I’ll make sure your fridge will always be full of nothing but empty orange juice cartons!”

[the-last-cuddlebender]

Littleshit!Katara and tired!Aang

Words: 1,510

ao3

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It had been four weeks and two days since she last saw those bold blue arrows, and Katara couldn’t have sprinted any faster if she was born an airbender.

She ambushed him with the weight and consuming entanglement of a thrown bola. Staggering, Aang squealed and he caught her like she was a wolf aiming to rip out his throat. It took him a handful of seconds to recognize her. “What—? Katara!” he yelled, in a tone that bordered on a whine.

Katara laughed through her assault, hugging his neck and tugging him down so she could press her brow to his. “Hello, sweetie~”

“Wait—Wait, Katara.” Aang squirmed and might have wiggled away if she was anyone else. “I haven’t changed my clothes in days.” He ducked her kisses and tried to tug her hands from his cheeks. He pouted in the glimpses of freedom that he stole, revealing the dusted shadow of how long it had been since he last shaved his face. “What are you doing here? You—You promised me that I would meet you at—stop that—at the Southern Water Tribe.”

He was worse than Momo fighting bathtime. “Stop being difficult and let me love you.”

“I have—Kataraaaa…” He indulged in her offensive, allowing her to turn him to pieces. He laughed, exhausted, and ducked to protect his side, foreseeing a tickle attempt that she hoped would crumble him to the ground. “I’m filthy. And I have paperwork and you promised—”

“Would it surprise you to know that I don’t care?” She never felt more grounded than when she held him, firm as a mountain and as light-footed as the silver leopards that lived in it. He smelled like sweat and smoke and snow, and when she kissed him, she tasted home and all the things she had almost forgotten since memories could never do his presence justice. “You might be their Avatar, but you are my Aang. Deal with it.”

He put up his struggle for far longer than she was used to, but he must have been as alien to her presence as she was to his. Always living in the nightmare that he might burn her again. The idiot. Her idiot, but still. Katara pulled him into the hug he was desperate for, despite how he first flinched. He melted faster than chips of chocolate in a warmed pan, oozing over her in a pile of grumbling robes and returned touches.

He kissed her hair and held there for a suspiciously long minute before gently (attempting) peeling her away. “You promised me the Southern Tribe,” he said, his voice grated like he had been screaming. “You promised.”

“And now I’m here. Deal with it.”

Aang smiled, though it was a small and guarded expression, and Katara’s heart threatened to burst from her chest at the glimpse of her favorite sunrise. “No—Noooo,” he groaned, failing spectacularly to untangle them when she kissed him again. “Go away.” Aang turned and used his shoulder to fend off her cooing advances. “Go away and take your betrayal kisses with you.”

Katara did nothing of the sort. She was a persistence predator, and she would make sure he wouldn’t forget it. “Come on , sweetie~” she cooed, threatening to climb over him.

“Noo.”

“Yeeees.”

“Noooooooooo.”

“Yeeeeeeees.” Katara giggled like a madwoman and tugged him down to her level. He began a half-circle of escape, but she hooked her ankle around his waist, using his fluid momentum to swing herself onto his front. She held him with her arms and legs, like moss clinging to a tree.

All these years, and he still had so much to learn.

“You—” His face had nowhere to hide, but she gave him credit for trying. “You are ridiculous.”

“Mhm.” She zeroed in on a proper kiss, but he evaded by kissing her cheeks instead. Katara giggled and preened from the challenge. “Tell me more how much you love me.”

“Yuck.” Sokka hopped off Appa’s head and gave the reunited to-be-weds a wide berth. “Major oogies. Have some self-control, woman.”

Katara, from her arms wrapped around Aang’s neck, flipped her brother a pair of birds. She had the Avatar right where she wanted him, and she laughed against his lips when she finally caught him.

When she smiled so he could feel it, Aang stiffened a bit, which was strange, and Katara kissed him a bit slower to investigate his reaction.

She pulled back and looked down at him. His cheek was bruised, and his neck was oddly red. Both wounds were old and almost healed over, but she probed them like they were still new. Her stomach flipped. Tightening her legs around his waist, she pried one of his arms, holding her up, free so she could examine his wrist. The flesh just below his hand was even more red than his neck, scabbed over on the knobs of bone and then bruised almost half-way down his forearm.

“I’m fine,” he said, preemptively, trying to distract her with a kiss. He tried to pull his wrist away, but Katara gave him no freedom. She was taller than him in her position, and her shadow nearly eclipsed his face from the bleeding sunset just behind her.

She searched his face. “What happened?”

Aang hesitated. His hand flexed in her grip, convincing her to let him hold her hand. “Ran into some trouble on the way home.”

“You were captured.”

“Just a little bit.”

“Just a little bit?” She held up his hand. “You call this ‘just a little bit’?”

“It could have been worse,” he shyly offered. “It was only a few days.”

Her grip tightened. “Days?”

Aang’s smile was more of an apology than a reassurance. “I’m fine. See?” He held her hand to his face. “I’m home. All in one piece.”

Katara shook her head. She scowled, but not hot enough to burn him. She moved her gaze to his hand, where she was petting it with her thumb. The blue of his tattoos was oddly red and swollen. She pulled it close and kissed the arrow, trying to keep her heavy heart to herself.

Aang adjusted her a bit closer and moved his hand to her face. She was as heavy and binding as the iron net that had captured him, but he looked at her with a shy safety that kissed her almost as gently.

“What about me?” Sokka asked, in the tone that big brothers used when they tried to cheer up their siblings. “I was captured, too.”

Zuko handed him a sleeping roll before joining him on the ground. “You were caught as a fake informant to break him out from the inside. Not the same.”

“Everyone’s a critic.”

Katara shook her head, letting anything outside of Aang’s breathing turn to white noise.

Aang ducked into her vision. “I’m fine. Really, I am.”

She didn’t meet his eyes. Her attention was entirely caught on investigating the webbed veils of skin between his fingers. A fresh cut tore the flesh between the first two digits, but he had had it for so long—away from her—that it was almost scarred over. “…You always say that.”

“Have I ever been wrong?” He punctuated himself with a soft scratch up her back. She hated that it worked, but she invited him to do it again, melting her with the ease of beeswax held to a candle’s flame.

“You might dance around the truth well enough to fool them,” she nodded to her brother, bickering with the Firelord, “but you’re not nearly as good of a liar as you think you are.”

Aang hesitated again. He looked away, at something to his left, and might have curled up if she wasn’t holding him so bodily. “I guess…I could use a healing session.” Katara squirmed, telling him to allow her down, but Aang held her tightly and grunted with his first step towards their temple. “You can take care of me all you want in a minute, okay?”

“Aang—” Katara would have argued if Aang had the energy to keep up with it, but he was motivated by momentum and wouldn’t stop for a few pleading words. She tried not to show just how happy she was to feel the thumps of his familiar stride, like riding on the rolling shoulders of the snowy leopards—silver, like his eyes—that he often reminded her of.

She tucked her face against his neck. Stubble from his jaw scratched her temple. He smelled like burnt ozone and coal, but there wasn’t a trace of blood. She held his neck a little tighter and shifted closer, belting her legs around his waist, so flush to him that he was sure to feel the hummingbird that had once been her heart.

There was only one person who wanted to hurt him and who never left any scars.

She tried not to think about it.

She hugged him tighter, gently kissing the necklace of black and blue that his robes couldn’t hide. “…I’m never letting you out of my sight again.”

“You always say that.”

He said it as a joke, but Katara flinched from how the words burned her. “You’re ridiculous.”

Aang laughed. It was a beautiful sound. A tired sound. A little scared, too. “Mhm.” He held her like he had the strength to hug her, even though she had to hold herself up. “Tell me more how much you love me.”

[tmngoose]

Since the writings requests things were yesterday I don't know if you still have them, but maybe something with Donnie dislocating his shoulder and the others freaking out while he's like "chill this has happened more than once while testing my inventions" and his brothers just look horrified like "MORE THAN ONCE!?"?

You got it, fam — CW for Shoulder Dislocation! Hurt/Comfort inbound! :U

((Note: I wrote this running on 2 hours of sleep and no beta. I didn’t even realize I was writing in the present-tense & I don’t normally do that lol OTL))

—x—

It’s Donnie’s turn on the half-pipe. He’s steadily building speed, gaining momentum with each relay up the sloped boards.

Raph, Leo, and Mikey watch Donnie soar high above the ramp; his hang-time is impressive.

But just as Donnie comes back down to the ramp, the nose of his skateboard catches the outcrop. With a yell, Donnie falls to the ground, flailing.

He lands hard on his shoulder, then slumps onto his side; his skateboard clatters to the floor a few seconds later.

“Ow...,” Donnie whines flatly.

There’s a chorus of sympathetic groaning from Mikey, Leo, and Raph. It’s nothing they haven’t seen before; they’ve all beefed it on the half-pipe.

But Raph notices that Donnie’s taking a little too long to recover. The Snapper’s concern activates his big-brother instincts and he jumps down from the ledge; Leo and Mikey right behind him.

“Hey, you alright, Dee?” Raph carefully assists a woozy Donatello to sit upright.

Leo kneels in front of the dazed turtle, “Quick, how many fingers am I holding up?”

Before Donnie can answer, Mikey cries out in horror, “Omigosh! His arm’s falling off!!”

There’s a brief moment of panic between them, which Donatello dispels, “Would you guys please calm down.” He tenderly rubs his shoulder, assessing the damage. “It’s only a dislocated shoulder, that’s all.”

“That’s all?!” Mikey grimaces. “Look at your arm, man!” He shudders at the sight, though there’s something cool about the way his brother’s arm hangs awkwardly in the air.

“Y’know, you’re taking this very well for someone who milked the theatrics when they popped their ankle...” Leo folds his arms, recalling the infamous incident.

“Okay, first of all? That actually hurt and all my emotions were authentic, thank you very much,” Donnie pokes his shoulder. “Secondly, this isn’t my first rodeo...”

“Whoa, time out,” Raph makes a ‘T’ with his hands. “Are you sayin’ this sorta thing’s happened before?” The older turtle frowns. He likes to think he keeps tabs on all his brothers’ injuries — after all, he is responsible for them.

“Lab accidents happen, my friend,” Donnie shrugs his good shoulder. “Now, worry not, this’ll just take a second...”

The mechanical-arms on his spider-shell spring into action. They secure the misaligned socket, straighten Donnie’s arm, and pop everything back into place.

Raph, Leo, and Mikey cringe. It looks painful, though Donnie’s accustomed to the fleeting discomfort of the procedure.

The Softshell rolls his shoulder, flexes out the kinks, and smiles, “There! Good as new!” But his smile fades upon seeing his brothers’ solemn expressions, “Uh, guys?”

“You said ‘accidents,’” Leo points out. “With an ‘s.’”

“Yeeees, that would be the proper way one uses plurals, Nardo,” Donnie offers his siblings a reassuring grin, “Look, fellas, it’s no big deal, really. So I’ve dislocated my shoulder a few times! It’s actually quite the common occurrence! 23.9 per 100,000 people—“

“That’s not the problem, Donnie,” Raph cuts in. “Why didn’t you tell us you’ve been poppin’ out your shoulder like it’s nobody’s business?”

Donnie blinks, “I... didn’t think you guys needed to know?” There’s a beat, “I mean, it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle by myself...”

Ah, Raph thinks to himself. Now that makes sense.

Donnie’s an intelligent, independent turtle, who’s capable of problem solving and fixing (almost) anything. It’s no wonder they knew nothing about these accidents; why sound the alarm when the fire’s already extinguished?

Raph’s moment of clarity is Donnie’s as well. Nobody’s upset at him for withholding information— his brothers just care so much about him. He didn’t mean to scare them...

“I’ll be sure to record any future mishaps in the accident log,” Donnie states quietly. “But honestly? I’m okay.”

“Heh, we know, Don.” Raph sighs, his face softens. “We’re glad you’re okay.”

With Leo and Mikey’s help, Raph hoists Donnie onto his feet. The group hug is inevitable yet Donnie doesn’t mind.

[lee-scribbles-and-doodles]

I caved and got season 2 so....

S2 e1 reaction

The tutorial is a cute reference to the first episode.

The graphics are decent... Sam's ears wobble around.

Asdfghh Max policing Sam's vocabulary

Mr. Spatula is evil now?

"Like a sociopath or a Fox newscaster!"

Why are there tire tracks on wall???

Flint Paper!!!

The Maintron has turned on us!

"--but I don't think about throwing you out with the trash. Often. For very long."

Leonard IS STILL IN THE CLOSET

Jar O'Bliss

Maimtron: (trying to kill us)

Also Maimtron: (Pleasently converses with us)

Charlie's Angels reference???

Ok yeah I had a feeling we had to pull his wind-up key

Wait... are we going to kill Santa???

Omg, omg, we're fighting Santa. I love this!

Dear God not the soda popper again

I appreciate that Sam and Max seem to hate them as much as me

"Sam, why am I the only one to associate Christmas with the sound of gunfire?"

Yeeees I can throw snowballs at them!

"The snow will turn red with the blood of the naughty!"

Max jumping on the trampoline ♡

Asdfff the elf wants us to make her cry

Tor-tortue me Elmer!?

Aw Max jumped on Sam's shoulders while going up to topiary ♡

Santa has a reundeer rug!?

We're just stealing all of his shit while he shoots at the two elves

Sybil isn't home :( ...Well, considering her building got thrown she might be down the street.

"Quiet headknuckle."

Bosco screaming everytime someone says "them" is lovely

Oooh, we can go into Stinky's

Girl Stinky pretty 🥰

Oh, Sybil and Abe are here!

"Attacking with sanitation... That's just plain dirty!"

I love Sybil and the way she tolerates the boys

Pfft Abe has a MySpace page. I guess this did come out in the early 2000s

Oooh, girl stinky called Sam "fido" and he didn't like it.

Pfft, Girl Stinky is just using trivia to harass everyone and feel superior

"Uh oh Max, I think the c.o.p.s. may have been educational toys." "I knew there was a reason I didn't like them."

Oh cool, Punch Out

I guess we just have to leave poor Jimmy there for now

We... stole Stinky's sock???

Aw, Bosco is worried about the boys when they and his package disappeared

Wait... so the elf was possessed, not Santa???

Oh, that's what her sock is for.

Why are the spirits of Christmas in a beer bottle

I like the hippie Santa

"Don't I Crack you up now, Sam?" LOL, present Max being jealous of future Max

"What's he going to do? Give him the silent treatment?" "..." "No! Stop!! Please!!!" "Never underestimate the power of passive aggression, Max."

"Ohoho, Max. You and Sam will be dead soon enough." 👀

Well... those tourettes jokes haven't aged well. 🙃 hopefully it'll get replaced in the remaster

Anyway, I think I know how to save Jimmy

Aw, Jimmy and his wife's reunion is cute

Asdff Max just boots him

The demon is actually kinda cute looking

Santa why would you eat demon jello!

"Why won't you just die!" I feel the same about the soda poppers Max

Aw, the boys are going to deliver the toys

Minus the tourettes jokes the episode was decent. Seriously hope they remove those in the remaster. I'm sure the next episode will be better

[twinklecheeks]

Friends With Benefits (Jeff Wittek Imagine) Part 10

Summary: Jeff and Y/N have been hooking up for a while. The whole vlog squad assumes they’re dating and Y/N does too but Jeff doesn’t like labels. He eventually starts to express interest in Natalie.

Note: Planning on making this a multiple part series, depending on how good it does.  You’re 21 & Latina in this (maybe) series. Also, I’d like to apologize for the typos, if there is any. I’m just illiterate lmao.  

Side note: I am SO SORRY I’ve been MIA since May? June?. I was planning to write chapters throughout the summer but this quarantine thing really affected my mental health. I hope you guys understand. Also, I’m starting my last semester of college next week so Idk my posting schedule.

Warnings! Pregnancy

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 , Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Word Count: 2.1k

Okay so now that y/n and Jeff had a rather… Interesting time in Big Bear, they end it with bad news…. And Jeff still hasn’t told his parents about y/n. Christmas is in less than a week! What can go wrong?

12/20/19

Y/n: JEFF. YOU NEVER TOLD YOUR PARENTS THAT I WAS PREGNANT???!

Jeff: hey hey hey, can you calm down. Knowing the piece of shit I can be, I didn’t think I was going to be in your life. But look, I surprised myself!

Y/n: So absolutely no one knows?

Jeff: Karyn does…. Maybe my brother Steven too. Karyn basically knows the whole story.

Y/n: Are your parents going to be mad?

Jeff: Haha no. My ma has been begging me to straighten myself out and have a family. If they knew the whole story,... then they’d kill me.

Y/n: Is it just going to be us and the rest of your fam?

Jeff: Oh I forgot to tell you, Jonah’s family is coming too.

Y/n: Really?! Thank god. If it gets awkward, I can just stuff my face in the corner w/ Jonah.

Jeff: Don’t do that. You have to eat healthy.

Y/n: *gives Jeff a death glare*

Jeff: At least try to. Come on I just don’t want any other risks for the girls.

Y/n: Yeah…. I guess. What are we going to do if they’re deaf? I don’t know whether to choose the cochlear implant for selfish reasons or to let them grow up deaf and learn sign language.

Jeff: If they grow up deaf, we’re gonna have to take one or both of them to speech therapy and that’s going to be extremely difficult because they’re not going to hear if what they’re saying is pronounced right.

Y/n: Maybe we should give them the implant and make them learn sign language? I mean, it’s always beneficial to know another language.

Jeff: But we also have to remember that there’s a chance the implant won’t work and they’re going to have to grow up deaf. Also, remember that there’s a possibility that only one of them is born deaf.

Y/n: I hate how we’re talking about this before Christmas. I thought this was supposed to be the most wonderful time of the year.

Jeff: It is but hey, if my ma gets mad at us, we’re breaking the ice w/ the babies possibly being deaf.

Y/n: JEFF.

Jeff: Oh shut up you know you would do that too w/ your parents.

Y/n: *rolls her eyes* I mean… you’re not wrong.

Jeff: Now hurry up and pack your stuff. We have an early flight tomorrow.

12/21/19

*At the airport w/ the Antonyan’s*

Suzie: I can’t believe we’re spending Christmas in New York!

Jonah: It’s gonna be so cold there though.

Vardon: Shut up Jonah. It’s a free present from David.

Jeff: Hey I’m gonna give y’all a heads up that my parent’s do not know that y/n is pregnant.

Everybody: *looks at Jeff for being a dumbass*

Suzie: You’re so stupid.

Jonah: I agree

Jonah’s mom: She look like she gonna give birth tomorrow and you no tell your parents?!

Jonah’s dad: You in big trouble Jeff

Y/n: *Laughing*

Jeff: Let’s just get on the plane.

*They arrive in New York*

Y/n: Jeff, we can’t just show up to your parent’s house and they see how pregnant I am. It’s going to ruin Christmas!

Jeff: Don’t worry. I’m sure they're going to be fine. I think.

Y/n: JEFF.

Jeff: *sees his older sister* Hey look it’s Karyn!

Karyn: *moves Jeff out of the way* Oh my god y/n! Can't believe you’re having twins!

Y/n: Jeff hasn’t told your parents about me yet.

Karyn: *turns to Jeff* JEFF ARE YOU FUCKIN STUPID

Jeff: Hey can y’all wait to yell at me after we leave the airport. People are staring

*In the car*

Karyn: Jeff I know I gave you a deadline to tell Ma and Pa but that didn’t mean to WAIT UNTIL THE DEADLINE.

Jeff: Everybody just loves to yell at me today

Y/n: How do you honestly think they’re going to react.

Karyn: They probably think Natalie is gonna come

Y/n: *getting madder by the second* THEY KNEW ABOUT NATALIE AND NOT ABOUT ME WHEN I WAS WITH YOU BEFORE HER AND FOR MUCH LONGER.

Jeff: Thanks a lot Karyn why tf did you have to say that.

Karyn: Hey, this is your fault. Not ours. You have to think of a way to tell mom and dad.

Suzie: *sitting in the back* This is going to be an interesting Christmas.

*Jeff’s parent’s house*

Jeff: Here goes nothing. *opens the door* hey ma?? *looks around*

Karyn: Maybe they left to get last minute things for Christmas.

Y/n: Cool, gives me time to hide.

Karyn: Hun, everything is going to be fine.

*another car pulls into the driveway*

Y/n: Oh god I’m going to throw up

Jeff: How about you go to my old room and I talk to them.

Y/n: *walks to Jeff’s old room* What if Jeff’s parents are disappointed that I’m not Natalie? They knew about her and not me.

*Jeff’s parents walk in*

Jeff’s mom: My baby boy! I know it’s only been a month but I love it everytime you come home. Sorry we weren’t here. We were buying more food just in case. You didn’t bring Natalie?

Jeff: About that, her and I are done… for good.

Jeff’s dad: Oh well, that’s too bad son.

Karyn: *whispers* But he did bring someone else…

Jeff: *shoves Karyn* hey, shut it. Ma…. Pa…. There was someone else before Natalie… We went out for a while but I broke it off w/ her cause I was stupid and now we’re back together…

Jeff’s dad: Okay, I don’t see the problem? Is she here?

Jeff: Ummm she is… But there’s something else. She’s pregnant… and they’re mine.

*Jeff’s parents both laugh*

*Everybody else laughs nervously*

Jeff’s mom: Good joke, now where is she?

Karyn: Ma, he’s not joking…

*Jeff’s parents look at everybody*

Jeff’s dad: Oh Jeffrey, what did you do.

Jeff: No no no, everything is fine between us. It was ugly between us at first but now we’re back together.

Jeff’s mom: *processes* WAIT. Did you say “they’re mine” as in PLURAL?!

Jeff: Umm yeah. She’s having twins.

Jeff’s mom: I don't know whether to be angry or excited. I mean I’m going to be a grandmother again!

Jeff’s Dad: If he’s on good terms w/ her and is back together w/ her, I see no problem.

Jeff: Y/n you wanna come out?

Y/n: *Walks out slowly* Hii

Jeff’s mom: My god, how far along are you?

Y/n: 5 months

Jeff’s mom: *turns to Jeff* You kept this from us for HOW LONG.

Jeff: We can talk about that later but at least give a warm welcome to the mother of your soon to be granddaughters.

Jeff’s family: IT’S TWIN GIRLS

Jeff’s mom: Oh my god I feel like fainting but I won’t. Oh dear congratulations. I’m going to spoil those little girls rotten. *hugs y/n*

Y/n: Thank you so much. I was afraid of how you would react.

Jeff’s dad: His mom has been begging him to settle down for years. She finally got her wish.

Jeff’s mom: This is a Christmas gift I wasn't expecting at all but I am so happy for the both of you. Jeffrey is a natural when he spends time w/ his sister’s children.

Y/n: haha that’s good to know.

Jeff’s dad: Dear they’re probably all tired. Let them rest for a bit and we’ll go out later tonight.

*Jeff and Y/n take a nap in Jeff’s old room*

Y/n: Well, that went better than expected. I just wish my parents were like that…

Jeff: Babe don’t worry, they’ll come around.

Y/n: I doubt it. When my older sister moved out, they didn’t talk to her for a year but when our older brother moved out, my parents helped him w/ everything! All I’ve done is please them and I do one thing they don’t like and I’M DISOWNED?? QUE SE VAYAN AL CARAJO!

Jeff: Hey hey hey, calm down. You don’t wanna stress the girls out.

Y/n: I mean, at least my siblings are on my side but they live in Seattle.

Jeff: We also have like 20 friends who will always be w/ us. The twins will always have family around.

Y/n: I’m just wondering when we should tell them about the deaf thing.

Jeff: I think we should wait until after the holidays. Maybe in February? I just think we need our time to process and prepare ourselves for anything before it’s confirmed once they’re born.

Y/n: Yeah, you’re right. But February is my birthday though… I don’t wanna ruin the fun w/ that.

Jeff: Hurry up and get dressed. I have a little surprise for you but you have to close your eyes when you get in the car.

Y/n: Jeff please don’t send me into pre-term labor.

Jeff: Don’t worry. It’s nothing bad. I think you’ll love it.

*Jeff drives to Brooklyn*

Jeff: Okay we're almost there. Are your eyes still closed?

Y/n: Yeeees. Boy I’m getting impatient.

Jeff: We’re here. I’ll help you get out of the car. Okay now you can open your eyes.

Y/n: *turns around* NO FUCKING WAY. RIMINI’S.

Jeff: Yeah. I remember you sayin that you came to this bakery all the time. And that they had your favorite cookies in the world.

Y/n: Jeff. I haven't been here in 10 years. My grandpa would always take me here. I lived 5 minutes down the street.

Jeff: That’s why I brought you here. I knew how much it meant to you.

Y/n: I know you’re not proposing but I would’ve said yes in a millisecond. Now let’s go inside! I have to get their italian butter cookies and I’m bringing a bunch back to LA. I don’t know the next time I’ll  be able to come back.

Jeff: I mean, we’d be coming back quite often after the babies are born to visit my family.

Y/n: Okay but I’m still bringing a bunch back. You can’t get anything like this back in LA.

Jeff: But don’t go overboard w/ the sweets. You don’t want gestational diabetes.

Y/n: *death glares* You sayin I eat too much?

Jeff: No no no, you know what I mean.

Y/n: *pouts* But they taste so good :(

Jeff: Which means you should ration them as much as possible. Also, when we film for my channel, you might wanna hide these from Jonah.

Y/n: I swear to god if Jonah even THINKS about eating my damn cookies, I’m going to jail for manslaughter…

Jeff: Hun, what did I say about the anger. Don’t stress the girls out.

*Back at Jeff’s house*

Jeff’s dad: Well look who finally came back. We wanted to take you guys out but y’all left.

Jeff: Sorry pops, Y/n and I went to Brooklyn. She lived there until she was 11.

Jeff’s mom: Oh wow, I wouldn’t have guessed you were from New York too.

Y/n: Yeah, my parents moved my older siblings and I to Seattle because it was getting hard w/ the cost of living. Also, my grandfather passed away, so there wasn’t really any reason for us to stay there. My parent’s LOVED living here.

Jeff’s dad: Your parents are from New York too?  

Y/n: No. My parents immigrated from Peru. My dad came in the 70s as a teenager and went back and forth. My mom immigrated here in the 80s. They still have a bunch of friends here and they still know the city like they still live here.

Jeff’s mom: Why didn’t you invite them for Christmas in the city. I bet it would bring back so many good memories for them.

Y/n: *sighs* Well, we're kind of not talking at the moment… They were really disappointed when I told them I was pregnant. My older siblings are supportive though.

Karyn: Well that’s good that you have older siblings that will always look out for you. That’s why I give dumb dumb over there *points at Jeff* a hard time.

Jeff: What the fuck.

Karyn: They’ll come around eventually but even if it takes an eternity, just know that you have us now. We’re family! Even if Jeff somehow messes things up w/ you in the future.

Jeff: Ma can you tell her to stop!

Jeff’s mom: Karyn, stop bullying your brother.

Next chapter is CHRISTMAAAAS. (Don’t worry it’s already done. I won't post it for another couple of days) Also, some of the stuff in this chapter is kind of based on me. (Not the pregnant thing. I’ve never been pregnant lmao) But I was born in Brooklyn and the immigrant parents/ moving away thing is from my real life. (but not the moving away cause of grandpa. He was still alive for a couple years after.) But the cookies from Rimini’s… Will change your LIFE.

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[castlevania-afterdark-imagines]

In celebration of 666 followers… Castlevania Afterdark Presents… Featuring our 4th most requested character… The last son of the House of Belmont and himbo disaster himself…

Interview 2 of 5: Trevor Belmont

Imma preface this with the overwhelming winner here was for dogs, puppies, the canine variety (which I totally agree with btw). But there was one answer for a baby deer and I literally burst into tears from how fucking cute that is so uh...we’re rolling with it. Not even kidding, I actually did cry.

Also writing a full interview takes me a long, LONG, time so in the interest of answering the questions and getting these responses out I’m swapping up the format a bit. Thank you guys for understanding.

Mod Soviet: “Hello and welcome to the show where we interrogate your favorite Castlevania characters and lessen the blow by giving them animals to watch so they can’t maim us for asking said questions.”

Trevor: “You say that as if I would be stopped by-”

Soviet:  “Shhh, you’ll spook it.” 

Trevor: “Spook it?” Trevor’s eyes widen as Mod Soviet carefully brings over a young fawn, nestled in a medium dog bed. He starts to stammer a bit before adjusting in his seat to have the bundle sat in his lap, hands held up like their presence near the sleeping deer would wake it up. “I-what-” Mod Soviet puts a formula bottle in his open left hand before returning to her desk.

Soviet: “Aaaand onto the questions!”

Don't you think you drink too much?

Trevor: “I see you’re starting with the easy ones first.” He rolls his eyes slightly, carefully setting the bottle on the ground beside him for now. “To be honest...yes. I haven’t as much since traveling but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted from time to time. Thankfully Sypha is in charge of the money now.”

How would you react if you got turned into a vampire?

Trevor: “I wouldn’t let it happen.”

Soviet: “It’s a hypothetical, humor us.”

Trevor: “Fine, if it happened... I don’t know. Probably light on fire or be killed by one of my relatives rising from their graves to stop me from further ruining the family name.” The fawn stirs a little in the bed, making the hunter wince a little bit for his volume. Tentatively he reaches out two fingers to stroke down the bridge of its nose, trying to settle it back to sleep. “Though I might have a proper go at Alucard at least once, a real fight without the disadvantages.”

What's your favorite pet name to call your SO, or to be called by your SO? In and/or out of the bedroom?

Trevor: “I don't use them really,  I'm not...the best at words so their name is really enough.” 

Soviet: “What about names used on you?”

Trevor: He grimaces a bit. “I don't know, but I much prefer they don't use one in public. Hard to convince people to not fuck with you if you're being called ‘Sweetie’ or…”

Soviet: “Yeeees?”

Trevor: He grumbles a little, checking to see if the deer is still asleep. "Treffy".

How many rounds can you go in one night?

Trevor: “I can fight as many men or monsters you throw at me.” He looks confident until Mod Soviet rolls her eyes and gives a pointed stare. “Oh! Uh... multiple.”

Soviet: “So you’ve never kept score?”

Trevor: “Until they're satisfied,  that's the score.”

Ever had a sexual dream? If so, what was it about?

Trevor: “Course I have. Every boy does when growing up, sister's friends, pretty girls in the market…” 

Soviet: “What about recently?”

Trevor: He turns a bit red at the ears. “No.”

Soviet: “...bullshit.”

Trevor: “Ugh, fine.  There was one… (sigh) We fought a succubus. You get the idea.”

What's your favorite sound/music to have sex to? 

Trevor: “I prefer quiet. Quiet means there's no one around to interrupt, man or beast. And I can pay attention to their sounds instead.”

Soviet:  “What about a church hymnal?”

Trevor: He barks a laugh, only to immediately freeze up as the little bundle flinches awake. “Ahshitshitshit sorry.” He starts stroking down it’s back with one hand, holding the other out for it to sniff curiously before it starts trying to nibble at his fingers. “Alright, I would fuck once in a church just to really solidify my excommunication. Maybe in the belfry.”

How would you eat out your S/O?

Trevor: “How? I just… would?”

 Soviet: “Give us the detailed description you stubborn son of a...”

Trevor: “Look, it's not something I think about, alright? I just get down there and figure out what they like.” He winces a little as the fawn nips him a bit harder. Carefully he extracts his hand and reaches for the bottle he’d set down.  

Soviet: “No signature moves?”

Trevor: “Well… “ Trevor looks a bit smug,though he’s now watching the deer down the bottle much like he usually does his beer.

Soviet: “Go oooon.”

Trevor: “When I was a kid, my father did teach me to hold my breath for 5 minutes as part of my training. So that's been convenient from time to time.”

Soviet: “F...fascinating.”

Are you a dom or a sub?

Trevor: “Dom.” 

Soviet: “…”

Trevor: “What?”

Soviet: “Really?���

Trevor: “Look, I want them to enjoy it, I'll make it work, but I wouldn't call myself submissive.” 

Soviet: “Ah, a brat then.”

Trevor: He scoffs. “I'm sorry?” 

Soviet: “Nothing, nothing…”

Do you use your whip for kinky stuff ?

Trevor: “Of course not. I keep my weapons clean but I'm not using something I killed monsters with on my partner. That's disgusting.” 

Soviet: “What about one you didn't kill monsters with?”

Trevor: “I… might consider it. If they were interested.”

How would you react to your S/O binding your hands to the bed and teasing you?

Trevor: He smirks a bit, carefully prying the now empty bottle from the fawn’s mouth. “That's fine. If they can get me pinned down first. I wouldn't go easy on them though.”

Soviet: “Let's say they succeed.”

Trevor: “Then they deflower me in the most ravenous way possible I suppose, it's really up to them. But I would prefer we be somewhere safe if it would happen at all.” He carefully strokes the deer’s back, urging it to settle back down in the little bed. It seems much more interested in trying to lick his fingertips in hopes of more food.

Are you in a "Ménage à trois" with Sypha and Alucard?

Trevor: “A… next question.”

Soviet: “Not how this works.”

Trevor: “Look I don't know what you would call it. We're together, until the toothy bastard outlives us by a large margin. We try not to bring it up but he thinks about it. You can tell because he gets all sulky. Sypha is better at bringing him out of it than I am…”

Soviet: [looks up to pry further, but the stern set of his lips state that the line of questioning is *over*]

Were you aroused while you were fighting Alucard half naked?

Trevor: “No.” 

Soviet: [Eyebrows raise]

Trevor: “No.” 

Soviet: [‘Press X to doubt’ expression]

Trevor: “It was the heat of battle, I thought I was about to kill who I thought was Dracula, any reaction was… unintentional.”

So... is the rumor that you deflowered Adrian Tepes true?

Trevor: His previous defensiveness is broken apart with a barking laugh. “That's… He'd have a go at me if I talked about it.” 

Soviet: “Sooooooo…?

Trevor: “Yes, it is. With help. Sypha is the more inventive one, I was content to be along for the ride.”

Soviet: “Sounds like Adrian was the one riding.”

Trevor: He smirks, running his index finger carefully along the edge of the fawn’s ear, waiting till it flicks to swat him away before looking up. “No comment.”

Will you let Alucard suck your blood if he sucks your dick first?

Trevor: “I've let him drink my blood when he's needed it without that. Seems a bit cruel to make a man get on his knees just to have his dinner.” 

Soviet: “But if he was offering?”

Trevor: “I… wouldn't say no but I would make sure he hadn't lost his mind.”

Soviet: “Well, I’m afraid that’s all the questions we have for now-”

Trevor: “Thank fuck for that.”

Soviet: “But I’m sure we’ll be able to find you if we find more.”

Trevor: He groans and carefully moves to stand, cradling the fawn in her bed in the crook of his left arm. “Of course, it isn’t like I have anything better to do. Monsters to kill, little villages to save…” 

Soviet: “We have a room of puppies next door.”

Trevor: There’s a sharp inhale of breath between his teeth, as he quickly surveys the room to find the door to said treasure trove. “Fine. Next time then.”

[loridrabbles]

Imprisoned | Dogma x Reader (Part 28)

Warnings: Smut. Cockwarming, teasing, straight up smut. But it’s really cute and lovey and mushy.

This chapter is a “flashback” to before Dogma left to return to the 501st. I mentioned smut, but never actually wrote it so here it is.

     Warm water rushes down (Y/n)'s back as she rinsed the soap from her body. She had her hair pinned on top of her head to avoid getting it wet. Dogma had been home for three days now and (y/n) wasn't going to go another night without him between her legs. While he was busy in the other room putting Saoirse to bed, she rummaged through her drawer grabbing the sexiest set of lingerie she had and ran back to the bathroom to dress. The set was dark blue lace, his favorite color, with shiny, silver threading throughout it and around the edges. She clasped the bra behind her back, slid on the panties and garter-belt, and clipped her stockings in place. When she heard Dogma climb back in bed with his book, she walked in with her bath towel around her.

     "Babe?" She asked.

     "Yes, love." He responded, barely looking up from his book.

     "You've been home for three days now, and we haven't had sex once." She said, dropping the towel and tossing it onto the sofa by the door. "I'm not taking it any longer." She spoke playfully and put her hands on her hips.

     Dogma looked her up and down, mouth agape as he slowly lowered his book to his lap before closing it and nearly throwing it to the night stand. Eyes wide, he bit his lip, looking her in the eye as he moved from the bed. He stood and slowly walked to her, looking down at her body then back into her eyes as he pulled her into a rough, yet soft, kiss and wrapped his arms around her.

     The mattress, warm where Dogma had been laying, collided firmly with (y/n)'s back as he pushed her onto it, and climbed over her. He didn't hesitate to press his lips against her sternum, massaging her breasts in his hand as his kisses trailed to her neck. (Y/n) bit her lip, arching her back into his touch.

     "I missed this so much." He said with an exhale, his voice muffled from burying his face in her neck.

     He breathed in her scent, closing his eyes for a moment before pulling her bra straps from her shoulders. She sat up, reaching behind her back to unclasp and remove the garment. His shirt and pants followed. Dogma's lips returned to her skin and his hands followed lower and lower until he reached the clips on her stockings. He kissed the tops of her thighs, fumbling with the clips and slowly pulled the left stocking down and off her leg. As he moved to the other leg, he peppered kisses on the inside of her thighs and placed one very light one just above her slit.

     "Stop being such a fucking tease." She spoke through an airy breath.

     "You've waited long enough for this. You can wait another hour." He snickered playfully, dusting his hands up and down her thighs, then her waist. As her skin formed goosebumps under his touch he hooked his fingers under the hem of her panties pulling them off slowly. She squirmed under him, begging him to touch her. He places his hand on her waist, between her legs, and ever so gently massages circles with his thumb along her slit. She wouldn't have even noticed he was touching her if she wasn't watching. His devilish grin said it all and she knew he was going to keep up this teasing. It had only been mere minutes, but she'd had enough.

     “I can’t stand anymore of this. I want you, and I’ve been waiting for too long. I miss the way you touch me Dogma. Please.”

     He smirked, a little taken aback by her forwardness, but leaned close to whisper in her ear.

     “You’re asking so sweetly my love. But just a little bit more, you can wait, hm?”

     "No, please." She panted. "I want you now. Please, love." She said, caressing his cheek with her hand. He smiled tenderly, caving in. He had both his girls wrapped around his finger.

     "How do you want it?" He growled.

     "I miss the feeling of your tongue making me squirm and moan." She said, brushing her thumb across his lower lip. "I miss the way you make me writhe and scream whenever you plunge your fingers into me. Make me drip like you used to. Drink me up and hnng-"

     Her voice hitched in her throat and she squealed when she felt Dogma dip a finger inside of her and begin pounding it against her g-spot. He added another and continued the ruthless pace making her legs quiver and her hips buck into his hand. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she started to drip on his fingers and down his wrist.

     "I love how wet you get, baby." He said, pulling his fingers away. He pushed them past her lips and into her mouth and she sucked them clean, swirling her tongue around the tips of his fingers to tease him. He got on his knees, pressing kisses up and down her wet opening, and pushed his tongue past her folds tasting her. With his tongue inside her, he made a v with two fingers, placing one on either side of her clit and began rubbing up and down. The added sensation made (y/n) squirm at his touch, and she clapped a hand against her mouth to keep from screaming.

     "Don't stop, Dogma." She cried. "I'm gonna cum."

      His tongue darted in and out of her folds, licking up her juices as she began to drip and gush. To tease her, he slowed the movements of his hand, drawing his fingers away ever so slightly. She whined at the loss of his touch and rocked her hips forward. He chuckled to himself, returning his hand to her clit and continued rubbing, listening to the soft, sweet sounds that escaped her lips.

     "Oh! Please don't stop!" She said, massaging her own breasts, rolling her nipples between her pointer and middle fingers.

     He listened and kept up his pace, using his tongue to lick circles at her entrance and lap at her folds. Her legs quivered as she came, her wetness flooding his mouth as his tongue lingered over her pussy. He smirked at her from between her legs, eyebrow cocked mischievously as he crawled up over her body.

     "Did you like that baby?" He growled in her ear grinding his clothed, hardened cock against her thigh.

     "Mmhm." She breathed.

     "You want more?"

     "Oh, fuck yes."

     With her answer, he climbed off the bed, and removed his pants, then shorts, unsheathing his cock. He got on his knees between her legs and ran his hands up and down her thighs before parting them. He took hold of his cock, rubbing it up and down her sopping cunt, using he free hand to continue rubbing up and down her outer thigh.

     "You want this, baby?" He asked.

     "Yes." She whined. "Dogma, please. Please, I need to feel you inside me."

     "You're asking so nicely tonight, love." He said, pushing the tip past her folds. She bit her lip and rolled her eyes back, finally beginning to feel what she'd wanted for so long.

     "Oh, yes." She gasped, feeling him thrust further inside her. "Please, give me all of it."

     Butterflies filled her stomach and warmth pooled at her core as her entire body tingled at the feeling of his stretching her out and filling her up. Dogma let out a blissful moan at the feeling of himself bottoming out in her pussy. Giving up on his intentions of teasing her, he began to move. He rocked his hips back and forth, in and out of her. Her cheeks turned a bright red as she squeezed her eyes shut, taking a moment to get used to him. When she opened them, she looked him straight in the eye.

    "More." She breathed. "Please, baby, harder."

    Just as soon as she asked, she regretted her decision as he pounded into her with furious abandon. Fucking hell he had missed her so much. His hips bucked into hers with bruising strength. She clawed into his back with one hand, using the other to grip the pillow beneath her head as she turned to scream into it. She could feel his breath against her neck as he supported himself on his forearms, grinding and pounding into her.

    "You feel so fucking good, baby." He said, slithering an arm behind her neck to hug her close, using his other hand to massage her clit. The new position hit her perfectly in her favorite spot and the overwhelming feeling of it all had her clamping, fluttering,  and squelching around his cock. She was close to her release and wanted it so badly.

    "Yes, baby. Just like that. Right there." She whimpered and moaned. "Yes, yes, yes."

    "You gonna cum, darling?" He asked in her ear, biting and kissing her earlobe.

    "Yes, baby. Please make me cum. Yes, yes, yeeEEs." She nearly screamed her words as she came, her pussy clenching tight around him. The sensation of her walls tightening around him sent Dogma over the edge too, spilling inside her, filling her with his seed.

    "Fucking hell." He groaned after coming down from his high.

    "That was so fucking good." She smiled with a little laugh. She wriggled a little to pull away from him, but he grabbed her waist, pulling her flush against him.

    "Stay." He spoke softly, his voice rumbling through his chest. He pulled one of her legs around his waist and lied down on the mattress, keeping himself sheathed inside her. He rubbed her thigh where it was, slung around his body. "I want to sleep like this." He said, kissing her forehead. (Y/n)'s stomach and chest filled with butterflies as she smiled.

    "Ok." She whispered, more than ready to fall asleep.

    "I love you." He said.

    "I love you, too."

    It was around 3 am when (y/n) awoke in the middle of the night, or at least that's the time she guessed it had been. Dogma was fast asleep, chest heaving gently, lashes kissing his cheeks. As she stirred a little, she could still feel his cock inside her. She smiled devilishly to herself when she clamped down on him, and after a few times, could feel him getting hard. She rocked a little, trying not to wake him until he was ready to go. Her teeth squeezed her lip trying not to let out a loud moan as she could feel him harden to size. With all the strength she had in her tired body, she pushed his shoulder and rocked her body to roll with him onto his back. At the sudden movement, he jumped awake.

    "Babe?" He asked, eyes half open. He chuckled and cupped her face with his hands when he realized what was happening. "What are you doing?"

    She said nothing, but took hold of his wrists, moving his hands to her hips. Tired, she lazily leaned forward, laying on his chest, kissing and suckling on his neck as she rolled her hips. Dogma moaned in her ear, feeling her pussy slipping around his cock, rubbing against his head, then sinking back down around the shaft.

    "I don't ever wanna be woken up any other way." He whispered, rubbing a gentle hand up and down her back. The overall act was more loving than it was pleasurable, but neither of them could complain. As (y/n) lay across his chest, she could hear his heart pounding and she brought a hand to her mouth, soaking a couple fingers with saliva before rubbing circles on his nipple, just to hear the pounding quicken.

    "Hmph." She heard a moan hitch in his throat. The hold he had on her back became tighter as he rolled the both of them onto their sides. eyes closed and still holding her close, he took control and pounded into her. She wrapped her leg around his waist where it had been when they slept. Due to their closeness and the position, she could feel his body massaging her clit, without even having to use his hand. Still sensitive from their last lovemaking session, she was already close.

    "I'm gonna cum." She cried into the crook of his neck. He responded with nothing but a grunt and sigh, and quickened the pace of his hips. The bed creaked every so slightly and rocked back and forth as he lazily, but greedily drove himself into her. With a cry and squeal, she came around him as she convulsed in his arms. A few more pumps and he was cumming as well. She could feel slickness streaming down her thigh as some of his cum spilled from her folds.

    With a tired groan, he pulled out of her, giving her a few kissed on her forehead and a long, soft one on her lips.

    "I love you." He whispered, again, pressing his lips to hers. "So much."

    "I love you, too."

[bookishtickles]

Yeeee

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"Get aWAHAY!" Harry squeals as he got tackled by two people who were always like big brothers to him; Fred and George

Harry is turning 17 today, and he is desperately trying to get in as much laughter and happiness as he possibly can before he goes looking for the horcruxes. Luckily it seems the twins are taking that as a challenge because they have not let up on poor Harry all day, from pranking him to jabs in his sides that made him yelp and jump helplessly

Harry knows that not helping his case is the fact that everyone at the Burrow knows he likes being tickled so his baseless claims of hating it meant nothing to anyone. Not only that, but they all seemed to think it cute that he is as ticklish as he is and his reactions to it all

So when the twins tackled him that night, he hardly surprised, and the twins being much taller and much stronger than he, who had always been small and skinny, he knew he was in for it

"Get away? How rude of you," George says in a fake sad tone as he pins Harry's hands above his head and Fred leaned over his waist to get full access to Harry's torso. He is completely and utterly helpless

"Guys plehehehehease!" Harry giggles cutely with red cheeks, well aware of the fact the entire house was watching him with fond chuckles and smiles

"We're not even touching you," Fred says with a smirk, wriggling in to Harry's hips, a well known good spot that made Harry buck and fall into instant hysterics

"STAHAHAHAHAP!" Harry laughs helplessly, he cant move his arms in the slightest and every time he attempted to move his torso to safety, away from Fred's ridiculously skilled fingers, he just got tickled back in his place, aka being pinned and tickled

"Stop for what, it's your birthday!" George says as he lightly tickles Harry's neck, causing a high squeal and shoulders to shoot up, trying to protect his neck but really just trapping the hands there

"EHEHEHEHE PLEHEHEHEHEASE!"

"Is he really that ticklish?" Bill asked with a grin, he and Fleur being the only ones who weren't aware of this little fact about the boy who lived, but were fond to see it

"Yeah," Mrs Weasley says in a fond tone as she watched her sons tickle the snot out of the boy

"He always has been too," Ron told his brother. "He didn't know what it was when we first met, and you should've seen how pleased they were to be the first ones to discover how sensitive he is."

"They almost made him cry." Hermione adds with a giggle

Due to Harry being so ticklish, the twins gave him a breather where he calms down for many minutes, trying to shake off the lingering tickling sensation in the spots that were just attacked mercilessly. "Plehehehehease," Harry giggles, trying to give them puppy eyes, though they all know Harry doesn't really want them to stop

"Please tickle you?" Fred smirks knowingly and the embarrassed look on Harry's face with his cheeks growing redder by the second satisfied them to no end. "Oh, do you want us to go here?" He smirks and digs in to Harry's skinny yet soft belly

Harry completely lost it, lost in nothing but squeals and laughter, his legs kicked out and his poor belly shook as he got tickled without mercy. He desperately pulled at his pinned wrists, but George didn't let up at all

Harry was in such a state, his glasses fell crooked from all the squirming. The sight of Harry being tickled, and the sound of his loud laugh and squeals made everyone begin to giggle with him. Harry, usually being more shy, being reduced to such a state was absolutely adorable to witness

"If you really want to kill him," Fred told Bill and Fleur as he takes Harry's shirt up, and Harry shook his head frantically

"N-nohohohoho, please!" He squeals, he knew what was about to happen all too well, and while he enjoyed it in the exclusive company of just the twins, Ron, and Hermione, he think he may die of embarrassment if it's done in front of the adults

"We must, Harry," George says playfully tragically as Fred started leaning to Harry's cute little belly, and blew with much intent

That "much intent" is the reason why Fred doing this especially killed Harry. He didn't just blow like most people, he shook his head while blowing and wouldn't let up, as soon as he was done with one, he was already blowing the next after taking a quick deep breath. And somehow, Fred getting Harry's belly tickled more than anyone else. Perhaps it's from the amount of sheer practice he's had in life with this sort of thing but it somehow made Harry's eyes full with tears as he laughs and squeals like his life depends on it

It only lasted a minute though, Fred and George aren't that mean. Well, Fred isn't anyway. As soon as Fred leaned up, George was reaching down and spidering in to Harry's very exposed armpits. Harry's reaction, while much more controlled, is still extremely high pitched and hysterical

"HEHEHEHELP! MIHIHIHIHISS WEHEHEHEHE-AHHHH!"

His cry for help was interrupted by a finger in his bellybutton, or his tickle button, as the twins call it

"How dare you yell for our mother?" Fred tsks as he wriggles in Harry's small innie

"GEHEHEHEHET OHOUT-"

"Yes Harry, you know we don't approve of your screaming for help like a damsel in distress," George sighs dramatically. "Go on, try to get yourself out rather than looking for a hero."

"I CAHAHAHAHAN'T-NO NO WAIT-EEEEEEEHEHEHEHE!"

Poor Harry had to suffer through another raspberry to his belly, and he was quickly becoming exhausted. They haven't been quite this ruthless in a long time

"Don't kill him boys, let him up," Mrs Weasley says, watching Harry fondly

The twins sigh and let the disheveled boy up, Harry instantly curled into a ball on the ground on his side, hiding his face in his knees out of embarrassment while still giggling at the tickling sensation he got. Harry felt happier than he had all summer though he still couldn't bring himself to come out of his hiding out of shyness

"Aha! EEHEE!" Their was a sudden finger in his side, dipping in deep and wriggling

"If you call our mom of all people for help again," George says, and Harry can hear the smirk in his voice, "We'll be even more ruthless," he threatens playfully

[intheticklecloset]

The Wisdom of Gir (Invader Zim Oneshot)

For this fic, I combined two Gir-related requests that I got - one from an Anon and one from @veryblushylee - into one story with two parts. Hope you like it!

Fandom: Invader Zim

Shipping: ZADR

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“Where’s Dib?”

Zim hadn’t been in the house five seconds, having just returned from another day of Earth’s primitive high school, when his robot companion asked the question. Zim tossed his backpack aside and closed the door behind him. “Sick,” he replied. “He wasn’t at school today.” It had made the hours drag on forever, not having Dib there.

“Oh,” Gir replied sadly. Then, quickly switching to happy mode again: “Want to watch TV?”

Zim opened his mouth to refuse, then considered. He didn’t have any homework today; it was a Friday, and Earth homework was child’s play to him anyway. So long as Dib wasn’t here it wasn’t like he had anything better to do. Finally, he shrugged. “Eh, why not?” He hopped up onto the couch, and Gir abandoned his spot on the floor to join him.

They watched an episode together in silence before Gir spoke again. “Are you sad Dib’s not here?”

Zim rolled his eyes. “I’m not sad, but I admit I would prefer to have him around.”

“Do you like him?”

“He has surprisingly become a good friend, yes.”

“Do you liiiiiiike him?” Gir asked again.

Zim looked at him, and suddenly he realized what the robot meant. “What? That’s preposterous! He’s a friend, Gir, nothing more. Understand?”

“Dib liiiiiiikes you,” Gir continued, either purposely ignoring Zim’s words or so focused on his own that he didn’t hear them.

Zim blinked. “What? How do you know?”

“He’s just like on TV!” the little robot announced happily, pointing at the screen. Zim watched a young couple talking to each other about something inconsequential. “See? He really likes her but he can’t look at her because he likes her so much. Dib does the same thing to you. He turns all red when you talk to him. He even lets you tickle him even though he doesn’t like it, because he knows you like it, and he likes you.”

Zim was stunned into silence. He was aware that Dib hadn’t kept eye contact as well as he did before they were friends, and that he blushed a lot when Zim said something that the human interpreted as teasing. He especially knew Dib didn’t prefer to be on the receiving end of tickling; they’d had a whole talk about it, but at the end of said talk Dib had still allowed him to do it as long as Zim respected the ‘safe’ word he’d come up with.

Did…did Dib really like Zim?

“I think you like him too, master,” Gir continued happily, swinging his little robot legs as he spoke. “You started going back to school after he talked to you about it, and you always want him to tickle you, too.”

Here, Zim felt himself flush blue. “Not always, Gir.”

The little robot cocked his head. “Did you want him to tickle you today?”

This robot is more perceptive than I give him credit for sometimes, Zim thought. He frowned. “I hardly see how it matters. The human is sick; I don’t want his filthy Earth germs all over me.”

Gir suddenly leapt to his feet, throwing his hands in the air excitedly. “I can tickle you instead!” Then, with no warning whatsoever, he did just that.

Zim yelped in surprise as Gir’s tiny robot hands grasped his sides and started digging sporadically. The Irken had no control over the laughter that escaped him. “Gir! Stop this at once!”

“But you like it, master!” Gir giggled, never letting up. “It always makes you feel better!”

“Just because I let D-Dib do this to me does not mean you have p-permission!” Zim cried, trying to push his servant away. “Stop! Desist! I command you!”

“Aw, come on, master,” Gir half-whined, half-teased, and kept tickling.

Zim’s mind was racing, warring against his physical sensitivity as Gir’s little claws kept digging exactly in the right spots to make him laugh and squirm and really let go. Ultimately, he decided, he was hoping to be tickled today, and if Gir was so eager to fill in for Dib, he wouldn’t stop him.

This time.

Through his laughter Zim said, “Just this once, Gir!”

“Yaaaay!” Gir cried gleefully. He tickled everywhere he could as fast as he could, reducing Zim to a laughing, squirming, flustered mess while the afternoon waned into early evening.

 ~Three Days Later~

 “It was rather quiet without you here on Friday,” Zim said as he walked through his front door on Monday afternoon, this time followed by Dib, as per usual. Both of them set their backpacks down and meandered over to the couch in the living room. Gir, surprisingly, was nowhere to be found at the moment.

“Oh?” Dib replied, smirking a little. “Did you miss me?”

“Your absence was noticed.”

“Aww.”

“Don’t let it get to your giant head, human,” Zim retorted, settling into his place on the couch. “Gir was a decent enough substitute.”

“Ouch!” Dib laughed, settling in as well. “Well, what’d you guys do? Watch TV?”

“Yes, but that was not all.” Zim activated his Pak, from which emerged a small microphone. “Gir! Come to the living room.” 

Moments later the little robot appeared, holding a plush piggie in one hand. “Yeeees?”

Zim smirked. He briefly recalled how, after having been thoroughly tickled by his robot companion three days ago, the two of them had devised a plan for this exact moment. He could hardly wait to see what the result of this new experiment would be. “Why don’t you show Dib what we did on Friday, Gir?”

“Okay!” Gir replied happily, skipping over to the couch after abandoning his toy on the floor. He climbed up to the middle cushion between Zim and Dib. Dib looked confused but expectant all the way up until Gir’s claws were in his sides.

“Hey! What the heck?” Dib giggled, pushing at Gir. “Stop it!” He looked up at Zim, who watched with a curious look on his face. “What, you tickled each other?”

“Correction: Gir tickled me, since you were not available to do so.” Zim chuckled. “He can be observant when he wants to be.”

Gir was still tickling Dib. Dib kept pushing at him. “Okay, I get it. You can stop now, Gir!” But the robot wouldn’t stop. He moved up to the human’s ribs. Dib’s giggling remained steady as he tried to push Gir off of him, but the robot couldn’t be moved. He was like a rock now. “Gir, stop. Seriously. Please, get off!” When the little minion still wouldn’t move, Dib looked to Zim desperately. “Zim, get him to stop!”

“He’s not even tickling a bad spot,” Zim replied, his words chosen carefully on purpose. “Don’t tell me you want to use your safe word already?”

“Safe word?” Dib spluttered, taken aback. “I only came up with a safe word at all for when you tickle me,” he protested between rounds of giggling. “Not Gir!”

Zim considered for a moment. “Do you really want him to stop?”

“Yes!”

“All right, Gir,” the alien said after another second or two. “That’s enough. Let him go.”

“Okie dokie!” Gir bounced off of Dib immediately, slid off the couch, retrieved his toy, and vanished around the corner.

Dib sighed in relief. “Thank you,” he said in the split second before he realized Zim was scooting closer to him. “Uh, Zim?” He hesitated. “Are you…do you want to…?”

Zim knew what he was asking. “Is that okay?”

Dib, feeling slightly ambushed and definitely backed into a corner, faltered for a moment. “I mean…I guess so. But…w-why’d you have Gir do that if you were…?”

“I wanted to test something.” Zim looked at him for a moment. “You’re blushing, Dib.”

“W-Well I am feeling a little flustered at the moment.”

“Gir told me something on Friday that has piqued my interest. I would like to know if what he said is correct.”

Dib eyed him carefully. “What did he say?”

After a pause, Zim replied, “First let me ask you something. Why do you let me tickle you if you don’t enjoy it?”

“I-I…” Dib stuttered, his heart racing. He knew he was blushing furiously now, and he had trouble keeping eye contact. “I don’t know. Because you’re my friend, and I know you like tickling me.”

“Do you let me because you like me?” Zim asked, making Dib’s pounding heart come to a total stop. “Are we now close enough that you enjoy it when I tickle you?”

Dib swallowed, looking at Zim closely. The alien’s pink eyes were earnest. He truly wanted to know. “Well…yeah.” He shifted nervously. “Yeah. I like you, Zim.”

Zim was quiet for several long moments. They felt like an eternity to Dib. Finally, the Irken nodded. “So Gir was right. Fascinating.”

Dib hurried to speak before he could lose his nerve. “If you don’t like me back, that’s fine. I get it, I really—”

Zim silenced him by climbing on top of him, straddling his waist. “I do not know if I like you in that way, Dib. I never considered it before. But I definitely consider you a good friend for the time being.” He smirked. “And I would really like to tickle you again, now that I know you’re beginning to enjoy it. Did I not say I could get you to?”

Dib blushed so hard he felt the heat of it on his ears. “Yeah, you did. I guess it worked.” He smiled a little, still nervous. “I’d…I’d like to tickle you again, too, if that’s okay. I haven’t since…”

Since the Tallest saw us.

Zim nodded. “I would like that. But I was here first, Dib-stink.”

“Oh, back to name-calling now, are we?”

“Yes. Put your arms up.”

Dib pouted. “Why do you have to start there?”

“Very well. I’ll start somewhere else first.” Zim picked up where Gir had left off, digging his fingers into Dib’s ribcage, making him giggle hysterically. The Irken’s next words came out in a low, teasing murmur. “Then I’ll go for your bad spot just when you think you can’t take any more.”

[bluiex]

I was scrolling through old asks and came across ones about Grian and Scar being married before joining Hermitcraft and no one has any idea until someone sees Grian wearing a wedding ring on a necklace, cue everyone going crazy. I couldn’t not write something for this AU. This specific scene was inspired by this ask: https://bluiex.tumblr.com/post/697477185391476736/impulse-would-go-to-pearl-like-did-you-know-grian

—————

Grian is curled against Scar on their couch when Pearl bursts in, he instinctively pulls away, not one for displaying affection in front of others. Pearl stares at them for a moment, amusement in her eyes, “you’re aware that everyone is completely oblivious right?”

“Huh?” Grian mumbles, confused for a moment. “Oh, you mean them knowing we’re married.“

“Yeah, apparently no one has any idea.”

Scar laughs, “not one?”

“No, Impulse just came up to me asking about it.” Pearl grins, “he may have misinterpreted what I said and now thinks you’re married to Mumbo.”

Grian bursts out into laughter, “Mumbo? Why’d he think that?”

“I asked him how could he not know after living next to you and your husband for an entire season.”

“So Mumbo? He had a fifty percent chance and got it wrong?” Grian asks incredulously, but somewhat amused.

“I don’t know if I should be offended or not,” Scar comments, “that he considered Mumbo before me.”

Grian pats him on his back jokingly solemn, “don’t worry, I love you more then anything else in the world.”

“I love you the most too,” Scar replies, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Pearl pretends to gag, “gross.”

“You’re just jealous,” Scar counters, slinging an arm around Grian and pulling him close.

Pearl just good-naturedly rolls her eyes, “yeah, right.”

Grian suddenly turns to face his husband, a grin growing as an idea forms, “how do you feel about another bet?”

Scar immediately looks intrigued, “what kind?”

“How long will it take for the others to figure out you’re the one I’m married to. They’ve been oblivious for this long, how much longer do you think they still will be?”

Scar hums, “you just want to have a chance to win back your diamonds.”

Grian scoffs, “it’s not over just yet.”

“What other bet do you guys have?” Pearl interjects.

“Who would be the reason that the others find out about us being married,” Grian explains, looking at her again.

“Yeah, you’re facing a losing battle now.”

He pouts at her, “they still haven’t figured it out so there’s still a chance Scar will reveal it.”

She hums doubtfully, “can I get in on this new bet, it sounds fun.”

Grian chuckles as Scar nods, “I’m down for this.”

“Great! This will be fun to watch.”

—————

Btw, this is Season 9 during when Mumbo isn’t here. Which makes everything funnier to these three. Also, Pearl was at their wedding, hence why she knows. Also Scarian would 100% be rivals while being married, just for the fun of it.

YEEEES YESYES I loved this idea so much.. Cuz like it's so them to do stuff like this and I adore oblivious hermits LOL AAAH so good qoq I need moooore

[shandidellamorte]

~A Special Client~

Okay this is an idea that just would not leave me the fuck alone for days now so here’s another Exotic Dancer AU side story that nobody asked for! XD (I had like 50 different debates with myself over whether I wanted to post this or not and the pros outweighed the cons so yay!)

~Shandi

Maybe I’m crazy..but ever since the night we took Bruce to the Firehouse I haven’t been able to get that hot dancer out of my mind. I know Bruce has got a thing for him so I gotta tread carefully. If he’s offerin’ his services I see a loophole I can exploit~ After all..what Bruce doesn’t know can’t hurt him~ 

~*~

After a particularly rough day at work I decide to treat myself with a trip to the club. Might as well put the VIP membership I bought recently to good use right? I grab a seat in the lounge, order myself a nice stiff drink and catch the latest performance. The dancer on stage looks pretty enough. Blond. Dressed in pink and white lace. Incredible ass. Tempting..but he’s not who I’m after tonight~ After the show’s over I head towards the back. Two huge guys are there guarding a door. “Can we help you, sir?” 

“Is StarChild workin’ tonight?” 

“Only one spot left. You lookin’ for a private dance?” 

“I’m lookin’ for his company~” 

“Then you gotta pay upfront.” 

I take out my wallet. “Got the money right here. And my card.” One of them takes it and looks at it closely. “Welcome back, sir. Your VIP discount will be applied. Just sign your name and leave the money here and you can go right up.” 

“Thank you very much, gentlemen~” 

~*~

When Bruce described StarChild’s floor I said I had to see it to believe it. Well, here I am. I see it..but I still don’t believe it. It’s every bit as elaborate as Bruce described, possibly even more so. Somebody’s got a massive ego. I guess I’ll find out~ Before I even knock I hear him call to me from inside. 

“Come in~” 

Huh. I guess the guys downstairs told him I was coming? Ah well. Part of the business I guess. When I open the door I see him sitting crossed legged on the edge of his bed, his bedroom eyes turned all the way up to 11. And he’s dressed in nothin’ but a black rhinestone studded choker and a purple lace robe. Fuck me. He giggles and plays with his hair. “Good evening~ I’m StarChild..and I’ll be your fantasy tonight~” 

“Goddamn right you will.” 

“Ooh you’re aggressive~ It’s been a long time since anyone’s made me their bitch~”

“Then you’re overdue.” 

He moves back on the bed and bites his finger. “I know I’ve been a naughty girl, Daddy..but please don’t punish me..I’m sorry!”

Shit, he is good. 

“Well y’see..that’s not good enough, Baby. There’s only one thing that’s gonna make Daddy happy now.” He whimpers when I grab him and force him down across my lap. “You’re gonna be a good little girl and you’re gonna stay put or I’m gonna have to use some..stricter methods of discipline. You understand?” 

“Y-yes..” 

“Yes, what?!” 

“Yes, Daddy!” 

“That’s better~” I lift up his robe and grope his ass. His moans are already makin’ me so fucking hard.. “You like it when Daddy touches you like this don’t you, Baby~?”

“Yeeees, Daddy it’s so gooood~” 

“And what’ve I told you about lettin’ other people touch you like I do?”

“I-it was just one time..I’ll never let it happen again! I promise..!!” 

“Not good enough, Baby. I gotta make sure you never forget.” 

“Daddy plea--ah..!!” He jerks forward as I bring my hand down against his ass. leaving a nice red mark. There’s nothin’ like a good spanking..and he’s lovin’ every second of it. I can feel him gettin’ hard against me~ “Say it, Baby..who do you belong to?!” 

“...ahh..!! You!!” 

“LOUDER!!” 

“YOU, DADDY!! ..AHH.!!.YOU!!”

“YOU BETTER FUCKIN’ REMEMBER!!” 

“I WILL, DADDY..AHH..!! I PROMISE..!!”

After a few more spanks I decide to stop. He’s a moaning shuddering mess face down across my lap. A good night’s work I’d say~ Besides..can’t wreck his ass too bad before I have a chance to fuck it~ “Doin’ okay, Baby~?” 

“Y-yeah..just..give me a moment.. You’ve got..big..strong hands~” 

“Oh, that’s nothin’. I’ve a got somethin’ bigger for you~”

“Mmmm..show it to me, Daddy~”

“Rest first. Gotta get undressed anyway.” His eyes follow my every move, watching ever so intently. “Got condoms, Baby?” He points to the table beside his bed. “Right in there~” 

“Hope you got big ones~”

“Got all kinds, Daddy~ I’m sure you’ll find something that..accommodates you~”

It doesn’t take as long as I thought it would to find the right one. They really do keep ‘em well stocked here. I’ll have to come back more often~ “Be a good girl and turn around for me.” He whines. “But I wanna see iiiiit~” 

“What’ve I told you about back talkin’ me? Now do what I said..and keep that pretty ass in the air for me~” He whines again but obeys. He looks damn pretty presenting himself for me. Wish I could take a picture~ I take my time preparing him..stretching him open. He makes some hot fuckin’ noises while being fingered that just make me harder~ “That good, Baby~?” 

“I’m ready for you, Daddy..I’m so ready~” 

“Nobody’s ever ready.” 

It’s cute that he thinks he can take me~ The initial entry of course is always slow and gentle. That’s a rule of mine. By his loud moans I can tell he likes it that way too~ 

“God, Daddy...you’re so...fucking big~!!” 

And there it is~

“I’ve only just started, Baby~” 

Nothin’ gets me hotter than givin’ my lover a hard, brutal fucking~ Usually they can’t take it but StarChild..he’s different. I’ve got him by his neck, holding him down firmly while I fuck him into the mattress. He’s goin’ crazy. Screaming for more. I’m pretty sure everybody on the lower floors can hear him~ Even after he’s already climaxed..several times I might add..I don’t stop until I’m satisfied, and he’s got no objections~ By the time I’m done he’s shaking. He’s exhausted.  Panting heavily. Eyes rolled back. It’s a beautiful sight~ “Daddy...I don’t..think I’ll be able..to move for a while..” I smirk. “I expected no less~” Of course I stay with him longer. I’d be an asshole if I didn’t make sure he was okay. 

~*~

It’s around 5 am when I get up to grab my clothes off the floor. I reach over to stroke his hair. “You’re definitely a good as I’d heard, Baby. Hope you don’t mind if I come back again~” He smiles sleepily. “Mmmm..as long as you let me see it..you can come as many times as you want~”

“Tell you what..I’ll even let you suck it next time~ Deal?” 

“Deal~” 

“Hope you got a strong jaw~” 

~END~

[ginnyq]

Dinner

Alistair paced a few times in front of the door to Cullen’s office in order to calm his nerves. Then, before he could change his mind, he knocked on the door and waited.

“Enter,” came that mellifluous baritone that Alistair could never hear enough of.

He did so, finding Cullen, as expected, hunched over his desk, quill in hand.

“Warden Alistair,” Cullen said, looking up. “Did you need something?”

Warden Alistair. So distant and formal. Ohhhh, this was such a bad idea. What had he been thinking?

“Um …” he cleverly responded. “I, uh …” Damn it, he’d practiced this! “When was the last time you ate?”

He cringed internally. That was not even close to what he’d practiced.

Cullen frowned, and Alistair couldn’t blame him. What kind of a stupid question was that?

“I ate a late breakfast.” Cullen waved a dismissive hand. “What can I do for you, Warden?”

Have dinner with me. That’s all he needed to say. Nothing more.

“You know it’s dark outside, right?” Humor, yes. Always a good fallback. “In the evening.”

Cullen looked out the window and seemed surprised. “Ah.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I suppose I haven’t eaten in a while, then.”

Alistair couldn’t help a smirk. Cullen was adorable when he rubbed his neck. “You don’t say?”

Cullen stood and shuffled some papers. “I apologize. What did you need from me?”

“Dinner,” Alistair blurted, because of course now the words flowed.

Well — word.

Maker, he was such a mess.

Cullen raised an eyebrow. “I daresay you might have more success in the kitchens.”

Alistair’s brain debated for a long moment whether Cullen believed he was an utter moron or had actually cracked a joke. Then the tiniest quirk of Cullen’s mouth gave him the answer, if not, unfortunately, anything approaching composure or charm.

He let out an unnatural, uncomfortable laugh. “Haha — ha — ha — yes, of course. I’ll — I’ll see you later, Cullen.”

And he spun around, making a beeline for the door.

“Alistair?”

He froze with a wince, smoothing his face before he turned back around. “Yeeees?”

“Did you come here for the express purpose of asking if I’d eaten?” Cullen didn’t sound offended or amused, just confused.

Alistair couldn’t decide which was worse, and his face burned in mortification. “Um, well, word around here is that you work, uh, a lot, and I thought you could …” He shrugged, giving up and wishing the Maker would strike him down and put him out of his misery. “Use some food.”

“Did you —” Cullen cleared his throat. “Did you wish to invite me to dine with you?”

Alistair laughed again, only slightly less uncomfortable than before. “You mean that remains unclear despite my suave mastery of language?”

Ah, yes. Self-deprecating humor. His best chance at escape.

He flashed his best I’m such an idiot grin. “That was the original intent, but since it failed spectacularly, maybe you can forget this ever happened while I go somewhere dark to die of embarrassment. Tell Hawke I died as I lived — making an utter fool of myself. Goodbye!”

His hand was on the doorknob when Cullen spoke. “Better a fool than a coward.”

Alistair turned in time to see Cullen, face as scarlet as the fur he wore, straighten.

“Yes.” Cullen lifted his chin. “I should like to dine with you. But only, um —” Here he dropped his gaze, rubbing the back of his neck once again. “Provided you were asking for personal reasons.”

Alistair gaped. “Yes!” He cleared his throat, and he knew his own face was on fire. “Uh … yes. I would — yes.”

Cullen smiled shyly, and Alistair thought he might die on the spot from the sheer adorableness.

“Perhaps we should …?” Cullen nodded to the door.

“Yes!” Alistair agreed. “I’m starving.”

Cullen crossed to the door and motioned for Alistair to exit first. He raised an eyebrow at him as he closed his office door behind them. “Perhaps you need someone to ensure your diligence concerning mealtimes.”

Alistair grinned. “Are you volunteering?”

Eyes twinkling, Cullen seemed to consider it. “I hardly require more duties to keep me occupied. But I might be convinced. To keep you from starving, of course.”

“Of course,” Alistair said. After a moment, he added, “You’re not a coward.”

Cullen blessed Alistair with a lopsided grin. “Nor are you a fool.”

Exchanging nothing else but smiles, they headed to the kitchens together.

[daniphiw]

From Episode 32 of TAZ: Amnesty!

Transcript under the cut:

Aubrey: Hey, Janelle, could I have like five minutes with Dani?

Griffin: She smiles and looks over at Dani and then looks back at you and she says,

Janelle: I have some preparations to attend to.

Griffin: And she bows to you, and—

Aubrey: (indignantly) Janelle!

Griffin: -stands and walks out of the room, laughing. Dani started to make her way for the door, too, until she heard you talking to Janelle and saying that you wanted some time alone with her, and she says,

Dani: So does this mean you’re kind of a, you know, teacher’s pet? You get special privileges with Janelle, what’s the… what’s the situation?

Aubrey: I think it’s — I think it’s just very much like a kind of Stand and Deliver thing where I — I mean, I’ve never seen it, but I think I’m like the bad apple who the teacher sees potential in, kind of thing? That’s more my read on the situation? Um, you know, kind of the lovable ragamuffin. That kinda deal, I think that’s what’s up.

Griffin: She — she smiles when you say “lovable ragamuffin” and she says,

Dani: Yeah, I think that plays. Did you — what — did you need something?

Aubrey: Yeah, so, we have this big mission thing planned, uh, back to Sylvain tonight, and I’m probably gonna die. Um, so I just wanted to make sure — do you need, like, money to buy food for Dr. Bonkers? I dunno, do you have a job? Like, we’ve never talked about this before. How do you have money?

Griffin: She says,

Dani: Well, that’s a good question now, um... Mama kinda took care of that stuff for us with her, uh, artwork that she would commission from time to time, and, you know, the — the meager amounts of money she would make from guests staying at Amnesty Lodge. Um, but, yeah, I mean, that’s a pretty good question, Aubrey, and honestly? Um… I don’t think you’re gonna die.

Aubrey: Well…

Dani: I — I have to think that we’re gonna pull this off, but — and I know this is selfish, but like — what I can’t stop thinking about is... what happens next. If we — if we succeed, and you all save Sylvain, then we can all go home. Right?

Aubrey: Yeeees. Honestly, I haven’t thought that far ahead because I’m — uh, as I have just said — expecting to die. Um, we’ll see — I mean, here — listen — yeah? Sure. That’s as good a plan as any, I suppose.

Dani: But I don’t — that place hasn’t been my home for a long time, Aubrey. I don’t know what that word means anymore, as cliche as that sounds.

Aubrey: Alright, do you wanna move in together? Cause we could probably figure that out, I don’t know if now’s the time to have that discussion, but we could probably work that out.

Dani: I think now is maybe the perfect time to have that discussion, Aubrey. I need to have something to get me through what we’re about to do, and I think you do, too. And until today, I didn’t know what side of the gate I wanted to land on. And, I’ve been thinking about it and thinking about it and being stressed about it, which, like, honestly? Yeah, Aubrey, I’m counting my chickens a little bit. We have a planet-sized malevolent force to whip first, but… I… have realized… that… I feel… I feel like I am home when I’m around you, Aubrey, and I don’t mean that in a sentimental way, I literally mean it. You feel like home. So…

Aubrey: That’s nice! That is a — hey, Dani? That’s a very nice thing to say.

Griffin: She steps closer to you, and she says,

Dani: I mean it. Wherever you land, that’s where I’m landing, too.

Aubrey: Okay, well now I have to live! Okay? I was just — ugh. Now I have to make plans — I still haven’t done my taxes, you know what I mean? Cause I was expecting to die in Sylvain, now I’ve gotta do my taxes, and I’ve gotta live — ugh.

Griffin: She moves in and kisses you.

Travis: (smiling) Yeah. Aubrey kisses back.

Aubrey: Okay, fine. I will live. (Clint laughing) And we’ll go to IKEA, and we’ll get some new furniture, and we’ll move in — I don’t know — can you take IKEA furniture to Sylvain?

Dani: (laughing) I don’t really know what the customs process is between planets.

Griffin: She’s like, tearing up with joy, and she says,

Dani: I wish… I wish I could go with you out there, but…

Aubrey: But then who would take care of Dr. Harris Bonkers?

Dani: Yeah, and also Kirby and the rest of the knuckleheads around here—

Aubrey: Sure, but I mean… priorities.

Dani: (laughs) Things are gonna get pretty dangerous here, and I think the Cryptonomica defense force is gonna need all the help it can get, because… saving this place, it… it seems like the least I could do, for… for him.

Aubrey: Yeah, I… he would appreciate hearing that, and I will also tell you what he would tell you: if it comes down to it, save yourself. Just, do everything you can to protect everyone else, yes, absolutely! But, save yourself for two reasons, one: cause Ned knows how sad I would be if anything happened to you, and two: cause Ned died saving you, and he would not want that to go to waste. So like, protect the Cryptonomica for — yeah, yeah, absolutely, Ned would appreciate that. But also, keep your damn self alive, cause I’m sure Ned would appreciate that, too. And, while you’re at it, protect Dr. Harris Bonkers.

Griffin: She smiles and she gives you a hug and she walks for the door and she says,

Dani: Right back atcha.

Aubrey: Protect Dr. Harris Bonkers?

Dani: (smiling) No, the other thing.

Aubrey: Oh, right, protect myself, got it.