#IT MAKES ME SMILE AND GIGGLE AND LEAP AROUND WITH GLEE

[ninibeingdelulu]

His biggest fan ✧

rin’s version here

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Plot : You’re the girlfriend of one of the player of Blue Lock, cheering him up during the U20 game.

A/N : Slight spoil, and I think imma make this a series. Anyway— BACHIRA MY CUTIE. And it’s not accurate at 100% bc I read this arc like a long time ago…

Daily reminder: English isn’t my first language.

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The roar of the crowd is deafening as the players take the field, the air electric with anticipation.

Among the sea of cheering fans, your eyes are fixed solely on one player - Bachira, the enigmatic and unconventional striker of the Blue Lock Eleven team.

As the match begins, Bachira's movements on the pitch are a mesmerizing dance, his footwork a blur of dazzling feints and dribbles that leave the opposing defenders scrambling.

You continue to watch, your heart pounding with a mix of pride and awe, your voice joining the thunderous chants that echo through the stadium.

Bachira's unorthodox style is on full display, his disregard for convention and his sheer creative flair captivating the audience.

Time and again, he breaks free of the defense, his shots on goal narrowly missing their mark, but each attempt a testament to his relentless spirit.

And then, in a moment of pure magic, Bachira receives the ball, his eyes scanning the field with laser-like focus.

In a blink, he's weaving through the opposition, his movements almost too fast to follow, before unleashing a shot that rockets into the back of the net, the crowd erupting in a deafening roar.

You leaps to you feet, your hands clasped over your mouth in sheer disbelief, tears of joy glistening in your eyes. You watches as Bachira celebrates, his infectious grin and unbridled enthusiasm radiating across the pitch.

As the match winds down and the final whistle blows, signaling the Blue Lock team's victory, Bachira's gaze immediately seeks out the familiar face in the stands.

With a mischievous wink and a playful gesture, he breaks away from his teammates and sprints towards the stands, his eyes locked onto the woman he loves.

You meets him halfway, your laughter mingling with his as the two of you collide in a passionate embrace, oblivious to the cheering crowd around them.

Bachira lifts you off the ground, spinning you around with a joyous abandon that is so quintessentially him.

"Did you see that?" he exclaims, his eyes shining with exhilaration. "I told you I'd make it happen, didn't I?"

You nods, your smile radiant as you gazes up at him, your palms cupping his cheeks .

"You were amazing," you murmurs, the voice thick with emotion. "I'm so proud of you."

Bachira's expression softens, and for a moment, the rest of the world fades away, leaving only you two in your own private bubble of celebration and affection.

"None of this would be possible without you," he whispers, his forehead gently pressed against yours.

"You're the one who keeps me grounded, who believes in me when no one else does."

Still locked in their embrace, Bachira can't seem to contain his boundless enthusiasm, his eyes sparkling with a childlike glee.

But being calm for more than 5 minutes isn’t like Bachira, so the second after telling you the most caring words ever, his usual wide smile appears on his face again.

"Did you see that last shot?" he exclaims, his hands gesturing animatedly.

“I thought from sure it was going wide, but then- bam !”

He punctuates the word with a dramatic flourish, eliciting a soft giggle from the woman in his arms.

"I saw it," you assures him, your fingers now gently tracing the contours of his face. "You were incredible out there, Bachira. Absolutely unstoppable."

Bachira beams, his chest puffing out with pride.

"Well, I had the most amazing fan cheering me on," he declares, nuzzling his nose against yours in an affectionate gesture.

"That's what gave me the extra boost I needed."

You laughs, your eyes sparkling with adoration. "You're such a flirt," you teases, playfully swatting his shoulder.

Bachira grins unabashedly, his arms tightening around your waist.

"Only for you," he murmurs, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "You know you're the only one who can keep up with me."

Suddenly, his expression brightens, and he pulls back slightly, his hands grasping your shoulders.

"Hey, you know what? The team is having a big celebration dinner tonight. You should come with me!"

The woman blinks, momentarily caught off guard by his enthusiastic invitation.

"A dinner with the whole team?" You asks, a hint of uncertainty in your voice.

Bachira nods emphatically, his eyes shining with excitement.

"Yeah, yeah! It's going to be a blast - we're gonna eat, drink, and dance the night away!"

He pauses, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Unless... you don't want to?"

You quickly shakes your head, offering him a reassuring smile.

"No, no, I'd love to come," your assures him. "I just wasn't expecting the invitation, that's all."

Bachira's face lights up, and he pulls you into another tight hug, practically bouncing with glee.

"This is going to be so much fun!" he exclaims, his words muffled against your shoulder. "Wait until you see me bust out my moves on the dance floor!"

You can't help but chuckle, your arms wrapping around him in return as you savors this moment of pure, unadulterated happiness.

Bachira's infectious enthusiasm is a balm to your soul, and you knows that wherever this enigmatic striker goes, there's bound to be an adventure waiting.

As they pull apart, Bachira's gaze is filled with adoration, and he leans in to press a tender kiss to your forehead.

"I'm so glad you're here with me," he murmurs, his voice soft and sincere.

With a contented sigh, you nods, your heart swelling with the knowledge that you’re an integral part of Bachira's world - a world filled with boundless energy, unorthodox brilliance, and a love that knows no bounds.

[thebest-medicine]

The Harm in Trying

MHA - BakuDeku & the Bakusquad lee!Bakugo, lers!Izuku Kaminari Kirishima & Sero - [read on ao3]

Summary: Bakugo is put into a ticklish situation by Midoriya with the rest of his friends… and of course he denies he’s ticklish.

A/N: I am so weak for giggly smiley Kacchan…it’s a problem and I’m making it all of y’all’s problem now. On a fucking roll with these BNHA fics lately, sorry not sorry for my bkdk brainrot~.

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“Wait, no way! Kacchan! Are you still ticklish?” 

Bakugo can feel the heat of his blood burning across his face and ears with embarrassment. “The fuck? Of- of course not!” He dares a glance at Midoriya—and finds a knowing grin on his classmate’s face, instantly regretting the decision. “Don’t even think about trying—”

“Aw, why not? If you’re not ticklish~, then why does it matter?”

“Shut up, Deku!” Katsuki hisses. 

“No, no, Midoriya has a point.” Kirishima agrees, holding up a finger to get the attention of the rest of the group.

“Seriously, what’s the harm in trying~?” Kaminari grins.

Bakugo rolls his eyes at Izuku despite his prominent blush. “Look what you did. Damn it, nerd!” He cracks his knuckles and shifts his weight so he’s in a good place to spring up from his seat quickly if he needs to. “Hope you guys know, if you try this, I’m gonna kill—”

Sero is quick with his tape and has the advantage of being out of Bakugo’s line of sight. At the first sign of movement, explosions start to crackle off of his hands, and Katsuki leaps to a stand to put up a fight with his classmates. 

Instead of a fight, it’s over in moments, to Bakugo’s dismay, as tape wraps its way around his arms, legs, and whole body tightly. There’s a tug, and Bakugo feels himself tumbling backward, only to be caught short of the floor by Midoriya. 

Katsuki’s eyes flare with alarm as he realizes the brief battle has taken a severe turn out of his favor, and fast. He also notices Izuku looking down at him with.. Amusement? Concern? Interest? 

“What the hell?! You guys are seriously dead! Let me up! Now!” 

“…Sounds like something a ticklish person would say.” Kirishima smirks, moving closer.

Kaminari laughs, joining in. “Hehe yeah, you seem worried Bakugo… What’s wrong? Are you like reeaaaaally ticklish or something?”

“No you idiots! I just don’t like being jumped by my so-called friends! What the hell?!” 

Ignoring his barking, they reach in to help Midoriya lower Bakugo gently to the floor of the common room. Kaminari throws a leg over Bakugo’s legs while Kirishima untangles one of his arms and drags it up over his head, exposing his side. Sero sits down beside them. Katsuki’s other arm is taped against his side, and his legs are haphazardly wrapped together, meanwhile his idiot best friend now has one of his arms in a vice grip over his head. Kaminari settles into a spot just above Bakugo’s bound knees, holding him in place further. 

Midoriya leans in closer, shifting around the Bakugo’s side opposite Sero, clearly remembering the tickle fights they had gotten into as kids. “Uh oh, you’re in trouble Kacchan~.” 

All four of his classmates have excited grins on their faces. Fuck. Fuck. Red blooms across Katsuki’s face.

Kirishima brings a super wiggly teasing hand down slowly, frustratingly slowly, toward Bakugo’s exposed armpit, and he can’t help his eyes locking to it. “Seriously, cut this crap out!” 

“Not a chance!” Kirishima exclaims with a giddy smile.

Bakugo growls in frustration as the claw draws closer, just a few inches from his skin. Suddenly, it dips down faster, and a gasp fills the room just as quickly. 

Bakugo growls again when he realizes the trick… and his mistake. His attackers snicker with glee.

“Did you see his eyes just now?” Kaminari observes excitedly.

Sero chuckles along. “Yeah, oh man.” 

“You’re totally ticklish Bakubro.” Kirishima laughs, delighted, and continues his teasing descent.

“Bet you we can get him to giggle.” Kaminari suggests.

“I don’t fucking g-giggle.” Katsuki swallows, quick to stop talking as Kirishima’s fingers touch down, poking curiously. 

“Actually, Kacchan, I’m pretty sure you do have some giggle-spots.” Izuku chimes in, biting his lip to fight back his grin. 

“You’re gonna be the f-first to die, Deku!”

“Hey! That’s not very nice.” Izuku chuckles. “You’re not really in a good position to be rude right now.” He pokes his fingers into Kacchan’s tensed abdomen which jumps slightly under the touch. 

Bakugo’s skin is alight, his nerves tingling in anticipation. His focus is forced in on the points of contact his friends have with his underarm and stomach. “Don’t.” He grumbles weakly, energy focused on keeping his composure intact.

The hesitant yet curious fingers pick up pace, encouraged by his stonewalling. Kaminari joins in, pinching the tops of Bakugo’s thighs, and Sero starts poking at his exposed ribs. 

Katsuki twitches more and more under each touch, his chest starting to rattle a bit with held back laughter. This led him to the conclusion that he was absolutely, definitely, undeniably still ticklish. It was much worse than he remembered.

As his friends grow more and more confident by the moment, he finds it harder and harder not to laugh. A wide smile works its way onto his face and Katsuki curses himself internally. Soon, giggles are starting to slip through. He only wishes he could at least have a hand free to cover his ridiculous face. 

“It’s working! Look!” Kaminari concludes triumphantly, reaching up further to prod at Bakugo’s hip bones. 

“Ah! Stahahhop it—”

Kirishima and Sero grin in turn, encouraged, and start to tickle with more determination at their respective spots. It doesn’t take more than a few seconds for Katsuki’s laughter to begin leaking out.

“Nahahaha- idiots! Cuhuhuhut it out! Thihihis is stuhuhupid!” Bakugo complains, chuckling through his torment.

“It’s working, let’s get him worse!” Kirishima and Kaminari agree, suddenly tickling with fervor over their respective spots. 

“No!” Bakugo shouts, panic rising with his laughter as he realizes he can’t move.  

“Guys…” Izuku clears his throat for a moment. “Wait a second.”

They pause, turning to look at Midoriya.

“Let’s just… take it easy ok? I don’t think we should be too mean…” 

Kaminari shrugs. “I mean… He’s already gonna kill us all for this, regardless of what we do going forward.” 

“Yeah but.. I still think we should be...” Izuku pauses, drawing a lazy finger down Bakugo’s midsection, feeling the muscle tremble beneath it. Little protection is offered in the form of casual dorm clothes. “—well, try to be… nice. I think.” Izuku brings the rest of his fingers out into a spider-y crawl up to his ribs. “He always hated it if you went too hard, back then.” 

“Sh-shuhut the fuck up!” Katsuki growls between fading laughter. “Stop tahahalking about mehehe- while you’re—”

“Hey! He’s trying to stick up for you, bro.” Kirishima chastises, pinching Bakugo’s upper rib cage, sending his head back with a shout. He keeps up wiggling his fingers softly into the ribs.

“I don’t cahahahare! All of you shut uhuhuhup! Gehehet off already! It’s ahah- hahaha obviouslyhehehe not wohohohorking!” The fire of Katsuki’s embarrassed rage burns its way into the words, finding its way through despite the cackling laughter surrounding his words.

“Listen.” Kaminari leans in, trying to force eye contact with the flustered, angry blond. “Even though you’re being a big fat liar and a total jerk right now and you totally deserve to get it worse… We’re gonna listen to Midoriya and take it easy on you.” 

Part of Bakugo wants to scream, ‘don’t you dare take it easy on me! Ever!’ —but the ticklish part of his brain keeps that other part silent. He scoffs instead and tries again to kick his legs out unsuccessfully. “Whatever! Either get off or get whatever the hell you’re gonna do over with already!” 

Kirishima beams. “…That almost sounds like an invitation.”

“Shut up!”

“You need to work on your attitude, Kacchan~.” Kaminari snickers, poking a few times into Katsuki’s sides, and Bakugo tenses again, face still lit up with a warm blush. Midoriya continues to scribble gently at Bakugo’s stomach and up to his lower ribcage, searching for the perfect spot on his ribs that always made him.. Ah, there it was.

“Ehehehe, stahahaha— Deku d-dohohon’t!” Katsuki giggles.

“Are your feet ticklish too?” Sero asks, happy with his tape bonds and feeling a bit crowded with the other two up near Bakugo’s chest. 

Bakugo’s toes curl in his stupid, measly, unprotective slippers. “N-no! I told you— I’m not fucking tihihicklish!” He blatantly lies. “Sh-ahaha-shut up, stupid ehehextras!” 

Kirishima sighs dramatically over the sound of Bakugo giggling. “Sounds like we’re gonna be here a while guys…”

“That’s fine by me!” Kaminari adds gleefully, pinching at both of Bakugo’s hips every few seconds and watching him buck faintly at the touch.

Katsuki continues his mantra of cursing and denial, only encouraging his tormenting friends to push him, tickling and teasing with a greater boldness with each passing threat he makes. And well, damn if his own competitive steak isn’t to a fault — he can’t help the instinct that he doesn’t want to lose. He knows it’s stupid at this point to keep denying that he’s ticklish. And yet…

“Shuhuhut up! I’m nohohohot! I’m not! Ahahah- don’t! Shihihit-fuck you Deku! Hahaha nooo—”

“Ooh what’d you do?” Curious voices crowd Izuku, faces trying to catch on to what he did to attract Bakugo’s ire.

“Nothing—” Izuku lets out a little laugh. “Just—”

“Nothing!” Katsuki reiterates, interrupting and glaring up at Deku. 

Midoriya laughs awkwardly. “I think Kacchan would actually murder me if I showed you… sorry guys.”

They think for a moment, then shrug in agreement. “We’ll just have to keep doing this until we find whatever that spot was, then, I guess. Start a weekly tradition.” Kirishima says as though it’s a new chore they have to complete. 

“Don’t. Don’t you fucking dahaHAHAhahare!”

“Wow, Bakugo, for someone who’s definitely not ticklish, you’re laughing a lot.” Kaminari teases. “What's so funny?” 

“Your stuhuhuhupid fahace!” Bakugo laughs back without missing a beat. 

Kaminari narrows his eyes, then pulls away his hands. He pulls his hand in close to examine it, flexes his fingers a few times; he rests his fingertips gently on his other forearm, watching thoughtfully. Electricity crackles, quiet enough to miss over Bakugo’s strangled laughter. With a grin, both of Kaminari’s hands are back, reaching down toward Bakugo’s middle, who groans with frustration. 

When Kaminari touches his stomach this time though, he pushes his hand under the shirt and against the bare skin. Bakugo tenses even further, his mind stumbling between a mixture of embarrassment, lightness, anger, laughter, and an overloading nervous system. 

“The fuhuhuhuck are yOU-HA! STAHAHA-NO! WHAHAT!? WHAahahaha whahahat iS THAHAT!?” Comes Katsuki’s increasingly frantic response to the feeling of tiny, popping electrical stimulations pulsing out from Kaminari’s nimble fingers. 

“Oh man, seriously what is that?” Kirishima asks with a grin.

“If you want us to stop, all you have to do is admit that you’re ticklish~.” Kaminari reminds a cackling Bakugo. He drags his fingers in light, slowly closing and widening circles along the skin he can reach under Bakugo’s shirt that isn’t fully closed off by tape. “It’s nothing really, just getting a little creative with my quirk.” He says casually to his friend as though there were not a writhing Bakugo between them.

“That’s so cool! How’d you come up with that? Is it easy to manage the minimal electrical output? Oh man, it seems like it tickles really bad! Poor Kacchan..” 

“Hey, if you want to try it out next…” Denki snickers.

Izuku holds his hands up, crossing and uncrossing them in front of his chest quickly. “No! No, I’m, heh, I’m already really ticklish so…” He blushes crimson with a nervous smile.

“Oh are you now?” Kaminari winks, grinning. “Maybe we’ll have to test that some time.” 

“N- uh. Heh.” Midoriya’s face is red as he stumbles over words and eventually just turns to focus on poking at Kacchan in front of him rather than his future possible victimhood.

Sero, meanwhile, tickles up and down Bakugo’s soles and pinches at his ankles and calves and shins, gaining him some suppressed kicks and jerking muscles.

When Midoriya returns to tickling along his ribs, Bakugo feels that he isn’t going to be able to take this much longer, with Kirishima on his underarm and occasionally neck, Sero on his feet, and Kaminari spreading his terrible little sparking tickles all over his sides and stomach now.

“Fuck! Stahahahahop- ehehehehenough already!” Bakugo growls through his increasingly desperate laughter. 

“You just have to admit it~.” Kirishima sing-song’s.

Bakugo shouts through his laughter, frustrated and nearly at wit’s end. He grapples with the few options he can think of right now, landing on nothing but the obvious out. Deku’s fingers start crawling back up toward his ribs and he panics, shouting out between laughs. “Fine! Fihihihine I’m ticklish! It fucking tihihihihihickles! Ahahahahhare you happy nahahahow? I am! Ahaha- haha is- is thihihis what you wahahahanted?!” 

Everyone slowly pulls their hands away, leaving a panting, flustered, still-giggling Bakugo taped up between them all. 

“See, that wasn’t so hard!” Kaminari laughs, starting to tug at the tape securing their friend. 

Bakugo flinches when he first reaches in, which makes everyone laugh again. Soon, everyone is helping, and Bakugo is quickly free enough to stand up and rip the rest off. He tries to glower, to stare them all down, but the red hasn’t left his cheeks yet, and the smile is still fighting its way onto his lips. 

“You’re all gonna fucking die. I hope you know.” Katsuki cracks his knuckles, then turns and points accusatorily. “Especially you, Deku!” 

“Wha- me?!” 

“Obviously! This was all your fault!” 

Midoriya squeaks, shrinking in on himself and putting distance between him and Kacchan. 

“I have better things to do right now. But you’re all gonna get yours.” Bakugo threatens as he heads toward his dorm to ‘do better things’ (totally not just take a nap because he’s exhausted from laughing so hard).

[waiting-for-motivation]

doc martens

summary: Carlos loves to spoil his girlfriend, especially with accessories for her gothic lifestyle.

pairing: Carlos Sainz x Goth!Reader

warnings: fluff, breaking in doc martens :)

words: 1302

a/n: looks like I‘m obsessed with writing drivers with their gothic girlfriends :) check out my max verstappen version here <33

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Nights of his return are her favorite time of the day, mostly because Carlos gives the best welcome hugs and kisses. The only thing he cares about right now is to have his girl back in his arms. The moment (Y/n) heard his key unlock the door, she leaps from her spot on the couch and races towards Carlos. Their bodies collide, taking their breath away. His luggage is long forgotten in the doorway. With ease, he lifts (Y/n), her feet dangling just above the floor.

“Car“, she whispers his nickname excitedly, her arms wrapped around his neck while her voice gets muffled by his hair. The familiar scent and warmth of Carlos immediately soothe all her worries and anxieties. His loving presence makes up for the three weeks he had to leave her for racing.

“I missed you so much, mi amor“, Carlos reveals with an unsteady voice, pressing a kiss to his girl’s cheek. Without breaking their hug, he places her back on the ground, causing her face to get pushed against his chest. (Y/n) does not mind at all. “I will never leave you for so long again, I promise.“

They stay like this for some time, Carlos resting his head on top of hers, her arms tightly wrapped around his torso. Their hearts beat against each other, in full sync.

Only when (Y/n) starts to shiver because the front door is wide open, Carlos takes a step backwards to have a good look at her, his hands still resting on her waist. Unlike her usual dressed up self, she is now wearing comfortable sweatpants and one of his shirts, which is way too big for her. (Y/n) looks so cute in his clothing that Carlos can‘t hold back anymore and presses a kiss to her lips.

In his eyes she is the most precious and beautiful being in the whole universe. It doesn‘t matter what she is wearing, although Carlos really loves to appreciate her dark and gothic outfits. Missing her very much in the past racing weeks, her being always on his mind, it is no surprise he bought her a few things.

“I have some presents for you“, Carlos announces as he parts from his girl, grabbing his luggage and the black shopping bag he left behind in a rush. With his hands now full, he closes the door with a kick. His bright smile freezes the second he lays eyes on his unimpressed girlfriend, her arms crossed in front of her chest.

“You know I don‘t need this to love you, Car“, (Y/n) says with a pout, a sense of guilt rising in the pit of her stomach. The couple talked about this many times, yet Carlos seems to forget about it every now and then. Something inside him almost forces him to spend money on his girl, maybe because his past girlfriends expected exactly that behavior from him. Another big reason is the glee in (Y/n)s eyes whenever she unwraps his presents.

“Don‘t worry, mi amor, it‘s not much“, Carlos responds as he hands the black bag to his girlfriend. There is still a frown in between her eyebrows. With a deep sigh, he wraps one arm around her waist and carries her towards the living room with ease, all while still holding his luggage in his free hand. (Y/n) complains up until she is set down on the couch, the bag placed on her lap.

“Besides, it‘s not just from me, also some bracelets from the fans and some stickers from Lando“, Carlos adds, taking a seat next to his girl and watching her every movement. After one last glance towards him, (Y/n) finally takes a cautious look inside the bag. She giggles, pulling a few dark-colored bracelets from the bag with their shipping name woven into. Carlos helps to wrap a black and dark red bracelet around her wrist.

“That‘s so sweet, and here I was believing they all hate me“, (Y/n) says with a treacherous glint in her eyes. Before she can even place the other bracelets aside, Carlos wraps a comforting arm around her and presses a sweet kiss to her temple.

“They adore you just as much as I do, mi amor“, Carlos whispers, taking the bracelets from her and encouraging her to look at the other presents hidden in the black bag. Ignoring the biggest one, a simple carton box, (Y/n) pulls out an envelope with her name. It looks like the messy handwriting of Lando. Inside are various stickers, from memes to skulls covered in flowers. The couple appreciates this gift together, laughing at one particular picture of a confused Charles.

“Now open mine“, Carlos pleads after putting the stickers back into the envelope. The only thing left inside the bag is a carton the size of a shoebox with a very familiar logo. (Y/n) presses her lips together, already suspecting what she will find inside said box. A high scream escapes her as she reveals a new pair of doc martens.

“No way! Car, you are the best!“, she laughs, jumping straight into her boyfriends awaiting arms. The new boots fall to the ground, but they both couldn’t care less. They were separated for so long, this hug is only the beginning of an almost endless time of physical affection.

“You had them on your wishlist for so long“, Carlos explains after they part and (Y/n) picks up her boots from the floor, admiring every inch. Once again, there are tears in her eyes at her boyfriend’s mindfulness. Carlos always manages to catch her off guard with his sweet gestures.

“Thank you so much“, (Y/n) whines with a smile, placing the doc martens back in the box. Then she bounces on top of Carlos, tackling him to the couch and pressing kisses all over his face. He can only laugh and hold her waist, till their lips finally meet, and he can deepen the kiss to show his girl just how much he missed her.

She loves the boots Carlos bought her, yet they cause her more pain than anything else. Although (Y/n) wears them every chance she gets, she still struggles to walk properly in them. The plateau as well as the hard leather cause her feet to hurt after a few steps. Most times she manages to smile through the pain, but wearing them to a race weekend might have been a mistake.

“Are you okay, mi amor?“, Carlos asks concerned, finally finished with the many questions of curious reporters about his podium position. Celebrating with his team filled him with excitement, but what really makes his day is reuniting with his girl. She clearly attracts attention on the paddock, clothed in her black gothic outfit and the heavy plateau boots. Her makeup is perfect as ever.

Knowing Carlos will tease her, (Y/n) nods with a wide smile, still staying seated on a crate to give her feet some rest. Carlos steps between her legs and kisses her carefully, not wanting her lipstick all over his face. Before he even realizes, (Y/n) wipes away the small black spot on the corner of his lips.

“Let‘s go home“, Carlos announces happily, taking his girl’s hand and turning towards the exit. Stopping in his tracks because (Y/n) won’t cave in. With a confused expression, he sizes her up and down, finally focusing on her heavy boots.

“Do your feet hurt, bebé?“, Carlos asks. Although (Y/n) shakes her head no, her gaze dropping to the floor gives away the truth. Without a second thought, Carlos lifts her up, causing a giggling (Y/n) to wrap her arms around his neck. Together they find a way through the crowded paddock, not minding the cameras at all. After all, Carlos is the one who gave the boots to her, he has no problem to bear the consequences.

[giggly-squiggily]

A New Kind Of Mystery (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Whoops my hand slipped :D Heyo everyone! Today I bring you some Ranpoe cause I can :3 This is a gift for the amazing @intheticklecloset cause why the heck not? >:3 I hope you like it friend!

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@myreygn @thatbigbisexual29 @dirtpie39 @duckymcdoorknob @cupcake-spice13 @t-wordiiish @rachi-roo @chibisstuff @imjusthere07, @sevenincubistolemyheart

Summary: Books are Poe's life, but so is Ranpo and all his antics. Stressed about both, he inadvertently finds a way to make both work.

“Eeheehehehhe, Ranpooooo!” Poe squeaked, nearly breaking his pen in half when fingers pinched his ribs. “Please, I’m wohoohorking!”

“You always say that!” Ranpo teased, snuggling closer to the shy author as he carried on kneading his sides, earning even more giggles and squeaks. “Play with meeeeee~”

“Ahehahahaha, R-Rahhahahanpo STAHP!” Poe twisted around, catching the detective’s hands with his. “I reahally need to gehet this done. I can’t play right now.”

“Okay.” Ranpo nodded, a touch of hurt coloring his smile as he got up to go. “Well…call me when you’ve got down time, okay?” He turned to leave, whistling as he walked to the door.

“R-Right.” Poe nodded, giving the other one last smile as the detective disappeared, shutting the door behind him. When he was out of earshot, the author let his shoulders droop, head hitting the desk with a low groan. Why did books have to take so long? Mysteries couldn’t write themselves, and he always wanted to give Ranpo his best self when presenting a new book. Breaks were rare, and even those mainly consisted of naps and remembering to eat; not much else.

Ranpo, bless his heart, was so patient with him, but Poe couldn’t shake the image of that sad expression. He needed to make it right! He started to get up-

The sound of a car pulling out stopped him in his place. Looking out the window, he watched Ranpo head back to the Agency.

Shit- missed his chance.

“Gggggggrr?” Karl hopped onto the desk, tilting his head curiously up at Poe. The author stroked his head, trying not to cry.

“Oh Karl…I’m the worst boyfriend ever!” He moaned pathetically, gathering the racoon up in his arms. “I can’t even make time for Ranpo! He just wants to play- and here I am working on books-”

Books. Wait a minute…

“Oh…OH!” The ideas were turning in his mind. Karl climbed up on Poe’s head as the author gathered his things- a notebook for outlining, his typewriter for the final product, and most importantly; a framed photo of him and Ranpo the other gifted him when they first started dating.

“Don’t you worry, Ran. What you’re about to read is gonna be my greatest work.”

~~~

Greatest probably wasn’t the best choice of words, but it was certainly his fastest work.

Poe all but leaped for joy the morning he finished it- it was rough around the edges and didn’t have a title, but it was perfect! He could refine the work later- for now he needed to get this to Ranpo!

Taking the world's fastest shower, he texted his boyfriend an assortment of words that he hoped conveyed “Meet me at the park” before flying out the door, running as fast as he could, Karl hanging on to him by the back of his coat. The cold winter chill colored his cheeks, and his breath was frosty without his usual coat, but he couldn’t wait a second longer.

To his glee, Ranpo was where he wanted him, slurping on hot chocolate and kicking his feet against the bench. When their eyes met, he raised his cup in greeting.

“Poe-” A crash! A flop- Poe came tumbling before him in a heap of limbs and cloth, Karl leaping for safety at the last second. When the world stopped spinning, he found himself on his back, Ranpo’s wide eyes looking down at him.

“Poe!  Are you okay?” Instead of answering, the author pulled out the book- holding it up to him.

“It’s done! Here.” He gasped out. “Please, take it.”

Ranpo blinked. Then his eyes narrowed, irritated. “I haven’t seen or heard from you for two straight weeks and this is the first thing you say to me?” Hurt swallowed his anger as Ranpo sat back, hiding in his hat. “And here I thought you were just excited to see me…”

Oh no- this is not how he wanted it to go! Poe sat up, scooting closer to his boyfriend. “I’m sorry, Ranpo- truly I am! I was just so determined to get this book done. It’s a gift for you.”

“A gift?” Ranpo looked at him, somewhat guarded. “Not just me reviewing it?”

“Well- I would like to hear your thoughts on it after you finish it, but yes. I made it especially tailored for you and you alone.” Poe nodded, shaky as he held out the present. “I understand if you don’t want it. Not after me ignoring you for so long-”

“I’ll read it.” Ranpo took the book, running his fingers along the spine. “But I have a condition.”

“Oh?”

“After I read this- I want you to take a proper break from your work.” Ranpo gave him a stubborn glare, cheeks puffed some. “You’re my boyfriend, and I have a two week vacation coming up. I want to spend it with you. If you promise me that, I’ll give you my full attention to this book.”

Poe was..hesitant. He’d only ever taken short half day breaks from writing; never a full vacation. What would happen if he did stop writing for two weeks? Looking at Ranpo, a worse thought occurred.

What would happen if he didn’t?

“Okay.” He nodded, prioritizing. “Two week vacation.”

Ranpo seemed pleased, lightening up some. “Okay. Whenever you’re ready.”

Poe nodded, taking the book. He flipped it open and began the tale.

~~~

When Ranpo came to, he was in the usual setup. A mansion- old and Victoria. A handful of staff- maids and butlers and gardener’s alike. There was a dead body in the room to his left- he needed to figure out what happened.

A classic mystery, if not a little simple. He already knew who did it. He was about to voice the culprit-

But stopped. That wasn’t the deal.

“Okay Poe- I’ll play by the rules.” He decided, even if he was kinda disappointed. The way Poe all but crashed into him to deliver this book- how he made it out to be something special- he figured it’d be a bit more complex than this. He went over to the room where the body laid, ready to get this over with. “What’s in here- ehehehehehe!”

The second he touched the doorknob, something ticklish shot up his arm, making him retract and giggle. The detective stared, looking between the doorknob and his hand. There was nothing there that could do it, but it felt as if someone brushed his palm with a feather duster. He knew this was the right door, and yet…

Like a drop of pigment into clear water, Ranpo’s disappointment faded into curious excitement. “Now what is this all about?” He grinned, slowly reaching to touch the knob again. The second he touched it, he was giggling once more, barely hanging on as he twisted the knob. “Cohoohhome on, I knohohoohow this is the rohoohohohohoom!”

Eventually, he got it open. Sure enough, a body was there- dressed in fancy attire and wearing a racoon mask. Ranpo huffed for air as he rubbed his palm, eyes landing on a note pinned to the body.

So you found my victim. Can you find me?

~The Tickler

Ranpo snorted at the name, flipping the paper over to find the same racoon mask imprinted on the back. A feather hung off one of the ears in the drawing. When Ranpo looked up, the same feather was snug behind the mask on the body.

“So this is what you meant when you said it was for me.” Ranpo smiled as he gathered the soft item, twirling it in his fingers. “Okay Poe- you want to play? Let’s play.”

~~~

Ranpo carried on the mystery, growing more giggly as he went. Every correct clue he found had that same ticklish touch, sometimes on his hands if it was an item he had to gather, other times along his sides when he walked through the correct door. By the time he got to the culprit’s location, he was a flustered mess of laughter, rubbing his sides to rid himself of the ghostly feeling. “Ohoohohokay, Mr. Tickler. I finally found you!” He pushed open the door-

And was ambushed by a racoon!

“Ah! Ahehahahhahahaha! Geahahahahahhahah!” He squealed, trying and failing to catch the fluffy creature as it dug into his sides, back to his face so it’s fluffy tail swished and flicked against his nose and neck. “Kahhahahaharl, wahahhahait! It’s yohohohohohohohou!”

“So you figured it out.” The racoon cooed, sounding just like Poe as it carried on tickling him, nuzzling so much the detective was in pieces beneath him, struggling to curl up. “Didn’t expect little ol me to be so devious, did you?”

“Yohohoohohohu gohohohooohoht mehehehehehe! I shohohoohhuld have knohohohohown you’d be so dehehehehehvious!” The detective reached into his pocket with some difficulty, clenching his fist around a very important item. “Buhuhuhut you faahhahaailed to remememeeber ohohohohohone dehehehehtail!”

“Oh? And what would that be?” The raccoon asked, fur standing up when Ranpo shot his fist out. “What-Ah!”

“Yoohohohu forgot I hahahve a wehahapon!” Ranpo sat up, the feather in hand wiggling against the racoon’s face and ears as it squeaked and thrashed in his arms. “Now Karl- or should I say Poe. You’re the culprit!”

The world around them changed. Ranpo soon found himself once again in the park, Poe’s ability ending and returning him to the real world.  His body tingled with mirth, and the feather was no more. Before him, Poe was a mess of giggles on the floor, scrunched up and giggly. “Aheheahhaha…yohohou got mehehehe.”

“I sure did! Ehehehehe!” Ranpo raised his chin with pride, something soft replacing the feeling after. “You really did that for me.”

“Ohohof course I did. It’s the least I can do after ignoring you.” Poe sat up, hiding in his bangs as he pulled on his sleeves. “I prioritized my work over spending time with you, and I’m sorry for that. Going forward, I’m gonna work on finding a balance.”

Ranpo took it in, considering. Then he smiled, crawling over until he was side by side with his boyfriend, lying his head against his shoulder.

“I appreciate that. I don’t mind you writing; it’s your passion. Just…remember I’m still here, okay?” He felt Poe take his hand, squeezing it tightly.

“I will. I promise.”

“Good. Cause if you don’t…” Ranpo didn’t give any warning, shooting his hand out and squeezing his side. Poe yelped, falling backwards and taking the detective with him. “I’ll tickle you until you die!”

“Ah! Rahahhahanpo, the groohohohohund’s coohohohohld!”

“Is it now? I’ll just have to warm you up!”

“AH YOHOHOHOUR HANDS ARE COHOOHOHLD!”

“Hm…gotta warm those up too.” Ranpo giggled as he slid his hands up Poe’s shirt, delighted at how giggly he got. “Get ready, Poe. These upcoming two weeks are gonna be full of this stuff!”

“Ahehahhhahaha! Ihihihih’m alehhahhahahdy lohohoooohking fohohohhoward to ihihihihihit!” The words made Ranpo’s heart skip.

This was gonna be a good vacation.

Thanks for reading!

[aclowntiny]

Cute Dates with Stray Kids!

Just had this on my mind- enjoy! Felix’s part was inspired by a prompt from this lovely site here 🥰

Bang Chan: This date is a two-day special because you guys decide to gift each other your perfect days! The first day, you choose everything- how you like to spend your morning, all your favorite meals, you name it! As your boyfriend reminds you multiple times, you're his king/queen for the day, whether you want to go to a game or the arcade or the beach, and he gets the same the very next day. A few gifts along the way are a must, even if you try to tell him not to. "It's all about your favorite things, remember? Don't worry, there's no way I would rather spend my weekend off," he tells you, wrapping an arm around you as your head swirls with all the ways you're going to turn around and spoil him back.

Lee Know: Decorating for the new season! "Honey, do we really need all these candles?" "Yes," you shoot back, hands playfully placed on your hips, "they're all different scents! Smell them!" Sighing and shaking his head, Minho pops the lid off a little glass pumpkin candle and gives it a sniff. A smile spreads across his face and he nods. "I'll accept it because it's cute. And you're cute, too," he leans in, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Also, can I throw the fake leaves on the mantle?" "Of course," you agree, giving a little amused shake of your head. Minho goes about sporadically sprinkling cutout leaves atop the fireplace as you light a candle, letting warm pumpkin spice fill the air as you draped a knit blanket over the couch. Glee left Minho's face as he turned, eyes drawn like a magnet to the chunky knit. His hand finds yours and you feel a tweak in your arm as you get pulled to the couch, your boyfriend falling into you and locking his arms around your waist, smiling when one of the cats leaps on after him.

Changbin: Late night dancing! It's been dark for quite some time, but neither you nor Changbin are tired as you roam the streets, tall lamps illuminating yours and your shadows' travels. Changbin's hand never leaves yours, the warm weight guiding you through the dim night. Soon, though, he stops, smiling and pulling you closer to his broad chest as you tilt your head in confusion. His hands place yours higher around his neck, find his shoulders as he begins swaying you. You giggle, ask him what he's doing, and he just leans down, rubs your noses together lightly and asking what you think it is. His eyes sparkle with affection. It's romantic, it's classic, it has your heart full as you in your joy-swelled tone reassure him you love it. "Good," he replies, "I could do this all night. The only thing stopping me is wanting to wake up next to you at home."

Hyunjin: Picking outfits for each other! Neither of you can resist dressing the other up in something you’d love to see them in, and maybe just maybe you’ll find something you never would have worn without encouragement. These dates range from trying on the boldest, craziest pieces just to see how they look to whoever’s next in the choice alternation just grabbing things they think the other would look hot in. You take impromptu photoshoots, run your hands over fabric and adorned skin. It’s not only a fun experiment, but a time that refreshes your spark and creates plenty of excuses for you and Hyunjin to pull each other close and lavish compliments, and loving words upon the one who has your heart.

Han: You guys spend the day in the kitchen! It all started with you scheming to learn to make an amazing cheesecake since Jisung likes it (if not you too!), then it devolved into ‘hey, since we have to wait for that to bake and that whole water bath situation feels like it needs some watching, why don’t we just make lunch ourselves too?’ Jisung is a good follower of your instructions AND he lets you pick what to make for you guys because he trusts you. But of course he also has to play around with you, teasing you if you make a mess and pretending you need his help so he can put his arms around you and ‘guide’ you! He insists on doing anything with a knife so the chances of you getting hurt are minimized.

Felix: Park date! Crossing the road into the dirt path, you wind along by grassy hills until you’re behind them, a pond peeking between the slopes. You both speed up, practically running like kids into a playground to reach the water’s edge, where the two of you immediately gush over how cute the ducks are. There are little white ones with bright orange beaks sliding atop the water, one little family with babies too! “This is so worth cutting all those grapes,” Felix says, and you heartily agree. Both of you have your tubs in hand, tossing them out and soon drawing a little toddling white crowd. “That one’s you!” You point to the one you think is the cutest. “That one’s you,” Felix shoots back, pointing to the one that’s been staying by his duck’s side.

Seungmin: Escape room in a box! It’s something you’ve always wanted to try, and sure two players is a little sparse but you keep reminding your boyfriend he’s smart, he’ll find plenty of clues! “Is that why you keep me around?” He teases, but you can see the pride in his smile at your words. The room you chose to do had a fantasy theme and it was so much fun trying to roleplay as if you and Seungmin truly had been trapped in an enchanted tower. “We must get to the ball!” You exclaim. “I agree,” Seungmin nods, “I had a very important question for you there.” “Well, what if we don’t make it out of here? What could it have been?” “I was going to ask you to be my prince(ss).”

I.N: It's a snow day and you guys take full advantage! Pulling on your warmest coats, you and Jeongin tumble out the door and into the fall of fluff. White pillows the road around you and blankets the yard where you quickly bury your hands, balling up wads to toss at each other, giggling at the bursts of cold. All the running around has heat blooming in your chest and layers falling off your shoulders. Jeongin is quickly at your side, straightening your layers and pulling your zipper back up before tugging you forward for a kiss, one hand reaching to loosen your mitten so he can tangle your fingers together and pull them into his coat pocket.

[tickle-bugs]

if you have any interest in writing for tangled, i'm jonesing for some lee flynn. maybe something along the lines of "flynn rider doesn't giggle/snort, but eugene fitzherbert does?" (you can use the quote or just the idea, or ignore this entirely! it's a free country)

@ssnicker-doodless pspspsps <3 I had so much fun writing this thank you for this cute-ass prompt!!!!

Sunbeams and Revelations

Literally insert this directly after Rapunzel heals Eugene for the first time. In my head this is like if they spent an extra day or two camping and bonding before Mother Gothel and the Stabbington bros find them. 

Flynn is in trouble. 

He’d given Rapunzel an inch by telling her his real name and she’d taken the mile--she’d cozied up to him with an apparently deep-seated need to…be nice to him. More than nice, actually. She begs him to tell tales of his escapades and his past, and she doesn’t seem disappointed that it’s Eugene doing these things. Not Flynn. He’s spent so long trying to bury Eugene Fitzherbert that he doesn’t know what to do with him, himself, around her.

He is, naturally, taking this out on the apple tree that’s been watching over them for the past day or so. It’s a gorgeous old tree, marred with arrow holes and left-over pieces of parchment from long-lost wanted posters. A plethora of slow-rotting apples grace its roots, decaying into their place in the cycle. He’s bullied this tree for firewood, used it to throw darts at his old wanted poster--he’s even used it to practice asking Rapunzel if she wants to maybe stick around after seeing the lanterns together. Tree-punzel is very receptive to the idea of traveling the world together. It doesn’t do much for his confidence with the real Rapunzel. 

Flynn runs, leaps, and grabs onto one of the tree branches. He hooks his forearm over it, then his leg and pulls himself up. It sparks a rush in him, the unyielding childish glee at being up high that makes him still want to run across castle rooftops and scale smooth-faced towers. 

“Eugene? Whatcha doin’?” Rapunzel looks up from her brushing. 

“Just--hng--trying to score us some food for the road.” Flynn shakes the branch with every atom of his being. Apples thud to the ground all around him, bright and shiny. 

“That’s a neat trick.” 

“There was an apple tree outside the orphanage. I used to shake us down some food when they’d forget to feed us.” Flynn swings to stand on the bough he’s hanging from. It creaks under his weight. He jumps on it a bit, scoring a few more apples, but one gorgeous, shiny straggler taunts him from the very edge of the branch.

He jumps again, harder this time, and his foot gives out from under him. He and Rapunzel scream at the same time--and regrettably, the same pitch. His foot catches on the branch at the last minute. He tries to swing and get free, but he’s wedged in. 

“Are you okay?” Rapunzel’s concerned upside-down face appears before him. He slides a little further off the branch and she grabs him by the waist to catch him. He yelps and flails, which makes him slip more. Her fingers press in as she tries to support his weight. He giggles and a snort stumbles out after. 

“Y-Yes! I’m fine!” Flynn manages to flip off the branch and fall into an embarrassing heap. He wants to snark at her for not caring about his safety now that he’s fallen, but she’s got a terrifying amount of mischief in her eyes.  

“Did you just giggle? Are you ticklish?” She gasps happily. 

“I’m not…It didn’t…Punzie--” He backs away from her, hands raised in surrender. 

“Punzie? Oh, it must be really bad.” She laughs in delight. Her brilliant smile distracts him long enough for her to try and tickle him again. 

“Rapunzel--” He corrects, snatching her evil hands-- “Flynn Rider doesn’t giggle, okay? Drop it.”

“Oh, okay. I see. My mistake. Obviously the great Flynn Rider would never.” She gives a dramatic, sweeping bow. He sniffs in offense and turns on his heel. 

“Yes, exactly. You get it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m trying to make sure we don’t starve.” He takes a loop of her hair and ties it tightly around his waist. He snatches up their basket--woefully empty--and, after petulantly picking up the apples that he’d knocked down, scurries up the trunk of the tree. 

“You’re running away!” She calls after him. He sticks his tongue out at her and keeps climbing. He gets to the higher branches and starts plucking apples. He takes the best ones he can find and works his way down.

In a knothole of the tree, a squirrel peeks curiously at him. He outstretches his hand so it can sniff it. It puts its tiny little paws on his finger and gazes up at him sweetly. Flynn grins--about time he had an animal companion that actually likes him. 

“Hey, little fella--” 

The accursed creature dives into his doublet. 

Flynn screams again, a flurry of wild giggles bursting out of him as he tries to grab the furry lump zipping around his shirt. He tries to unhook the clasps of his doublet but he loses his balance, toppling over the branch. The squirrel scampers away from the scene of the crime without a care in the world, leaving Flynn once again dangling face-to-face with a very smug Rapunzel. 

“Firstly, ow. Secondly, that was a giggle.” She puts her hands on her hips. He scoffs at her, but it doesn’t carry much weight--he’s spinning around like a lame piñata. He quickly frees himself from her hair and helps her pull it down off the branch. 

“No, that was a…manly…chortle.” He winces, then barrels on before Rapunzel can drown him out. “What will it take for you to drop this? Name your price.”

“Anything?” She bounces on her toes. 

“Anything.”

“Let me hear your laugh. Your real one. Not that weird, practiced one you do--” She pinches his arm. He scoffs. 

“I don’t practice--” She clamps a hand over his mouth. He rolls his eyes and submits. 

“I want to hear what Eugene sounds like. Not Flynn. I promise I’ll leave you alone after.” She pulls her hand away and gestures for him to speak. He straightens out his doublet, his hair, and regards her for a moment. 

“You drive a hard bargain, Blondie.” Flynn huffs. He wants to whine about his reputation, but Rapunzel looks at him so earnestly, like this is something that matters, and he simply sighs instead.

“Fine. But only for a minute--” He tries to be stern, but she leaps into his arms for a hug and he immediately loses his edge. 

“It’s not--you don’t have to make it a thing,” he mumbles, carding his hand through her hair. He catches himself and pulls away. She gives him a fond squeeze. 

“Of course it’s a thing. You’re letting me do this.” Rapunzel beams. 

“Only for, like, a few seconds. Don’t get ahead of yourself.” Flynn flaps a dismissive hand to distract from his rapidly-flushing face. 

“Ah-ah, I was promised a full minute.” She poises her hands like claws, ready to strike. “Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” He swallows thickly, eyes trained on her hands. 

With a triumphant cry, Rapunzel launches herself at him. She scrambles up onto his back and locks her legs around him like a creature. In any other scenario, he’d barely even notice the weight on his back, but she’s poking him truly anywhere she can reach. Flynn wants to tease her for the poke he receives to the back of his head, but then the pokes gravitate towards his torso and he chokes on his words. 

He tries to strike a balance between fending Rapunzel off and making sure she doesn’t fall, but she’s clinging to him with no issue and he’s very much struggling. 

Flynn’s valiant in his effort to resist her, noble and unmoving—that is, until she finally gets her hands past his defenses and latches onto his stomach. He yelps and doubles over, shaking with snickers. She slips her hands under his doublet and coaxes sustained, embarrassingly bubbly giggles from him. It’s a sound foreign to his own ear.

His last memory of this is childhood, when the younger boys would dogpile him and try to bully him into one more story before bed. Even then, it’s a distant thing. Nothing like the vibrant pops of color and sparks currently driving him just a little insane. 

“I could’ve just done this when you broke into my tower,” Rapunzel muses, nestling her fingers into his sides. Flynn shrieks his way into full laughter. He tries to muffle himself, but she just tickles his ears until he slaps his hands over them instead. 

“I p-preferred the frying pan!” He squeaks, gasping in a deep, giggly breath. He feels Rapunzel roll her eyes. She worms her hands under his arms and his whole glorious life flashes before his eyes. He makes a desperate noise, some ugly combination of a cackle and a snort, and resigns to hide his face and die. Rapunzel giggles at him, all sweet and genuine, and he just retreats further into his demise. 

His knees buckle and before he knows it, he’s on his back in the grass and Rapunzel’s kneeling next to him. The last bits of his laughter fade on the breeze. 

She tucks a daisy behind his ear. He allows it. 

“Promise me something, Eugene?” She smooths her hands over his chest. He reaches up to hold one of her hands. 

“Anything.”

“Promise me you’ll smile more?” She looks at him so sincerely that it hurts. 

“I’ll think about it.” He shrugs. She scowls at him and pokes relentlessly at his stomach. 

“O-Okay! I will, I promise!” He laughs and grabs her hands. She gives his a squeeze. 

He notices just how green her eyes are, as if the vibrant meadow bestowed its perfect hue upon her for safekeeping. She smiles like dawn breaking over the mountains. Without thinking, he tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. His finger trails briefly against her rosy cheek.

Get it together, Fitzherbert. 

“It’s getting dark. I should—firewood.” Flynn clears his throat and stands. He helps her up. 

“Right. Of course. I’ll stay here and…apples.” She nods very seriously. An awkward, fond silence fills the space between the trees. The two of them stare at each other a little longer. 

“Eugene?” Rapunzel blinks at him. Atop her head, Pascal gestures fervently at him to kiss her.

“Going.” Flynn stumbles off towards the deeper woods, ignoring Pascal’s angry little squeaks. As soon as he’s out of potential view, he slumps against a tree and runs a hand over his face. 

Flynn Rider completely evacuates his post at the brain controls. Eugene wants him to stay—he could really use a suave one-liner or a good smolder right about now—but in truth, Flynn has no use here. Nothing is permanent for him. He runs from security, both literally and metaphorically. He’s got the same two moves, neither of which have ever worked on anyone important. 

Eugene Fitzherbert is the softie hyperventilating against a tree. He’s the one that’s considering actually staying in Corona for a day or so, just to take Rapunzel around the place. He’s the one that wants to spend the rest of his life laughing with her. He knows it with a certainty he’s never experienced. If he could pluck the sun from the sky for her, he would. He’d risk burning just to try. 

And it is Eugene, in all his giddy anxiety, that fails to see the witch lurking in the trees.

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Love to see a short story of Faust and Star who is the lead singer of a band :p. My guy need more love ❤️

A singing star.

TW: horrible attempt of making a song-

In the crowd in the front Faust watched with amazement as he watched his lover sing. Their voice was beautiful as they sing a song about Faust. Star told him how the song was how they realized they loved him.

"Sent a text, saying hey wanna game? You were skeptical and afraid. Trying to be better for you, wanting to have a crew." The first part of the song made everyone hush. Listening to the new song Star decided to release right now.

The melody was slow giving the impression of a blooming relationship. Faust held onto Lizzy's arm as he listened to the lyrics. Oh, Star really loves him don't they?

"We played games having a fun time. To take a leap you asked me out, your voice sounded like wind chimes. It pulled me in and I said yes, without thinking any less." Humming to the melody, Star looked at Faust in the crowd. Smiling as they saw his reaction to them singing about him.

His face was flushed, holding onto the jacket you gave him. The venue you were singing at was outdoors and it was windy today. Sitting by a mutual friend, Lizzy, she giggled seeing how Faust was looking at Star.

"You were comfortable in that cafe, chatting like real you to me. I was star stuck seeing how perfect you were with glee. Going for a walk we talked told you of things that made me flee." Gradually Star got louder singing about the song. Thinking back how Faust listened to them talk about their stalker.

"Unknowing of people watching me, their eyes ripping me through. You listened and let me speak my truth. I've felt so seen and heard when talking to you." Quickly wiping a tear Star looked at the crowd and changed to a happier tone.

"Weeks later we went and partied at a con! What a wonderful way to make a bond! Bought and talked more of what we liked. It was weird how fast we saw how much we were alike." Shouting Star danced in circles on stage. The crowd following them as Star smiled widely as they looked back at Faust.

"I'm so glad I found you. Oh my Moon you shine so brightly of a hue! It makes my heart beat seeing how far you grew! Oh I know the stars up there wish they had you." Belting out, Star gave the signal to make fake stars fall. The lights made them shine brightly and everyone gasped seeing it.

"Sent a text, saying hey wanna game? You were skeptical and afraid. Trying to be better for you, wanting to have a crew." Repeating, Star smiled as the crowed echoed their words.

Faust started laughing with Lizzy, seeing Star dance around all excited on stage. Saying fuck it he began dancing as well with the pink haired woman. Tears fell as he listen to the lyrics get repeated.

"We played games having a fun time. To take a leap you asked me out, your voice sounded like wind chimes. It pulled me in and I said yes, without thinking any less." Star laughed loudly as they danced with a band member on stage. Twirling around as they stopped at the microphone stand.

The melody slowed down as did the crowd, they all watched as Star smiled. Calmly looking at Faust who locked eyes with them.

"Who would have know I'd be blessed? Getting to know who meshed with me best?" Whispering, Star swayed gently to the calm melody. Smiling at Faust as tears fell from their eyes.

"I'm so glad I found you. Oh my Moon you shine so brightly of a hue! It makes my heart beat seeing how far you grew! Oh I know the stars up there wish they had you." Finishing the song, Star felt their heart raced as everyone cheered. Turning to their band they rushed off stage.

Faust seeing this shot off his seat to go to them. Really wanting to kiss and hold his lover, god he was so fucking lucky wasn't he? Thinking to himself as he was able to rush past security backstage.

"Star!" Yelling, Faust tackled them into a hug. The singer laughed as they held him tightly, gently rocking him. The blue haired man sniffed and put his head in their shoulder.

"Hey Moon, you enjoy the song?" Asking gently, Star then snorted seeing Faust give them a look. It basically said no duh I liked it.

"Kiss me you weirdo." Demanding Faust brought a hand up and held their face. Causing his partner to giggle and nod, leaning in.

Both gently kissed each other as their emotions ran wild. The song made Faust see how Star sees him and he couldn't help but cry. Star just held him as they tell him how they came up with it.

[ur-not-reddie]

Lover, Lover

Eddie blinks his tired eyes open around three-thirty that morning. He glances over at the window sleepily - it’s still pitch black with the sparkle of littered stars. He turns his head to see that Richie is still sound asleep. He smiles to himself as he watches the boy's chest rise and fall at an even pace, able to hear his heartbeat due to the immense silence consuming the dark room. Two hours until sunrise. 

Eddie slowly slides himself out of the bed in a sneaky manner, his feet patting down the hallway to the kitchen. He quietly grabs the kettle, filling it with water and heating it up. He knows Richie prefers tea over coffee in the mornings. He props himself up on the counter, waiting for the water to heat and giving Richie some extra sleeping time. 

When the kettle starts softly screaming, Eddie places it off to the side and heads back to the room, going to wake his snoozing wannabe boyfriend. Richie isn’t much of a morning person, but he said he’d do this with Eddie. 

Eddie enters the dark and soundless room, climbing back onto the bed. 

“Rich,” Eddie speaks softly, tapping Richie’s shoulder gently. “Rich,” Eddie says again when there’s no movement from the other. “Richie,” Eddie shakes him slightly. Still nothing. “Richie!” nothing again. Eddie huffs, furrowing his brows as he stands up on the bed and starts jumping frantically. “Richie! Richie! Richie!” Eddie repeats with every jump. 

“Whaaaaat?” Richie finally asks, voice deep and scratchy. 

“Get up,” the smaller boy simply says. Richie rolls over on his other side, not completely awake. He grabs Richie by the arm, trying to pull him out of bed but isn’t successful. He then picks up a pillow, smacking it against Richie’s head. “You promised!” 

“Okay, okay. I’m up.” Richie yawns as he sits up. Eddie bounces more on the bed, this time with glee and leaping into Richie’s arms. 

“I made tea because I knew you’d be grumpy.” Eddie giggles sheepishly, so tempted to kiss Richie’s cheek. He knows Richie is going to tease him about this softness later. Eddie can’t help it. He loves his never-ending banter with Richie, but he’d do any and everything Richie asks. He’s weak in that way, and it’s hard not to show it. 

“Why are we doing this again?” Richie grumbles as they make their way to the kitchen. 

“Because it’s worth it, that’s why.” Eddie pouts. 

“Is it really?” an unimpressed expression washes over Richie’s face. 

“Yes!” Eddie stomps his foot. “And, again, you promised.” He turns his back to grab mugs and tea bags, adding sugar and milk to Richie’s.  

“C’mon, we only have an hour now because of your lazy ass!” 

Richie wants to protest, open his mouth and make a joke about how domestic Eddie is being. But he’s not going to lie, a part of him likes it. Eddie hands Richie his tea, Richie taking a sip of it and humming with a pleased smile. 

They sit at the table in near silence, the ticking of the clock preventing it from so. Eddie swings his feet that don’t touch the ground in his chair. Half an hour goes by, a mix of soft chatter and quietness as they slowly sip their beverages. 

“Okay,” Eddie claps. “Pillows. Blankets. Roof.” he orders. 

“Yes, sir!” Richie salutes to Eddie.

“Don’t ever fucking do that again.” Eddie rolls his eyes somewhat playfully.

The two grab as many blankets and pillows their arms can handle and pile them onto the roof outside of Richie’s window. Once satisfied, they huddle under the blankets. It’s summer but the mornings could disagree. 

Richie sighs as he lays back into the makeshift bed, closing his eyes. 

“Wake me when-“ Richie can’t finish his sentence, falling asleep, making Eddie chuckle. 

Eddie keeps his eyes on the stars that are slowly starting to dim as Richie sleeps next to him- so he thinks. He turns his head to look at him, their faces merely inches apart. His heart starting to race.

“I’m so in love with you,” Eddie whispers as softly as he can. 

“I’m in love with you too,” Richie whispers back with his eyes still closed, startling Eddie a bit. 

“I- you’re- didn’t know you were awake…” Eddie’s cheeks begin to burn. “Do you really…?” his voice cracks.

“I do,” Richie grins slightly. “I have for quite some time now, Eds. Surprised you never noticed it.” 

“I was afraid of the feeling for so long,” Eddie can’t help but blush brighter, cheeks on fire. “I tried to shove it down, suppress it. But at some point, it was eating me alive, and it was all I could think about.” 

“Is that a bad thing…?” Richie’s facial features droop slightly in worry. 

“No!” Eddie raises his voice accidentally, causing Richie to flinch. “No… it’s not bad. It’s just all I could think about. I was so afraid you’d find out and then… not want to be friends with me anymore.” 

“Well,” Richie feels a lump in his throat, gaining as much courage as he can muster. “I’d love to be more than friends…” he presses his lips together. There’s a pause of anxious silence. 

“Really?” Eddie’s eyes widen. 

“Yes,” the other laughs nervously. 

“I’d love to. Love, love to!” Eddie leans forward, pressing his lips tenderly against Richie’s, pulling away after a few seconds. 

“Y-you kissed me,” Richie’s eyes also widen before leaning in and kissing Eddie back. It breaks, the two’s eyes sinking deeply into each other. Eddie turns his head, gasping at the sight of the sky. 

 The sky is burning orange at the base as it melts into a soft pink, fading into a pastel purple. They watch it, the sunrise rising into the normal, lit, blue sky. Richie pulls Eddie into his arms, hugging him from behind. 

“You’re right, this was definitely worth waking up for.” Richie admits, kissing the top of Eddie’s head. 

“See! Told ya!” Eddie’s proud of himself. 

Once the sun makes everything light, the two drag everything back inside, plopping onto Richie’s bed. Eddie stretches, yawning as he climbs under the covers. 

“Can we get some sleep?” Eddie rubs his tired eyes.

“Oh fuck,” Richie exhales as he climbs into the bed as well. “Please.” he also yawns, pulling Eddie back into his arms as they quickly drift off to sleep.

[starlocked01]

Dukexiety Day 2- Games

Summary- Janus is sore about Remus and Virgil's newest game.

WC- 1015

Warnings- swearing, kissing, making out, caps lock shouting

@dukexietyweek

Beyond a single doubt, Virgil knew that his prized headphones were the MVPs of any of his possessions. Because living with Remus and Janus was loud and frequently annoying. And he proudly did his part to make it louder and more annoying, so long as he had his headphones to drown out the carnage. 

He felt certain his most recent psy-op had succeeded far above expectations when he heard Janus’ screams for assistance above Gerard Way’s screeching vocals. 

“What- Get off me! Rem- STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

Virgil snickered and pulled a ear piece from his head to listen to the crash of bodies falling into the common space table, Janus’ continued cries of surprise and Remus’ cackling with depraved glee. 

“REMUS! GET YOUR FILTHY- Do not make me get the spray bottle- REMUS!” 

Virgil had to bite his hand to keep from laughing out loud. It sure sounded like Remus was winning. Janus screeched again and Virgil quickly replaced the headphones at the sound of angry mismatched footsteps approaching the door to his room. He took deep breaths to maintain his composure, waiting for the inevitable-

“Virgil? Open this door at once,” Janus sounded absolutely irate, trying to hide his emotions in a sticky sweet, honeyed tone. The call was paired with rapid pounding at the door, which Janus often employed since Virgil so often tried to tune out the mindscape shenanigans. 

Virgil bit his lip before replying, “What do you want?” trying to sound as annoyed at the intrusion as possible. 

Janus forced open the door and stepped inside. His cape sat askew on his shoulders, his hat nowhere to be found and his hair a tousled mess. Virgil had to swallow a smile as his gaze fell down to Janus’ feet, one still clad in his snake-skin Oxford while the other foot was bare of both shoe and sock. Janus glared at him, the missing shoe held in his hand and waving dramatically at Virgil. 

“Please explain why your feral partner attacked me and stole my sock?” Janus demanded, waving the shoe around as proof of the missing sock.

Virgil stared back at Janus, debating which answer would be funniest.

“You cannot lie to me, Virgil. Why is that gremlin attacking me for my socks?”

Virgil took a deep breath, “He’s practicing.”

“Practicing?”

“Yes. And it’s not going to do him any good,” Virgil grinned wickedly, “What? Have you never heard of sock wrestling, J?”

Janus’s eyes bulged in disbelief, but he was quickly knocked off balance as Remus dashed into the room from behind him on all fours, jumping up on the bed in a smooth leap and landing perfectly in Virgil’s lap. Virgil laughed with glee seeing the pilfered sock dangling from between sharp teeth. 

“My sock!” 

“Good job, Re! You do know you’re supposed to issue a challenge first though, right?” Virgil laughed and grabbed the sock, tugging on it to get Remus to let go. 

Remus growled and pulled back against Virgil, refusing to open his mouth. Virgil grinned and slid a hand under his tattered fishnet shirt, finding Remus’ ticklish spot with practiced ease. 

Remus laughed and curled away from the offending touch, Janus’ sock falling from his lips. Virgil smirked and tossed the sock back to Janus who stood watching, unable to mask the utter confusion and fury on his face. 

“Shoo. I gotta put this poser in his place,” Virgil barked at Janus, rolling over with Remus so that he had the chaotic side pinned to the bed, “trust me- you don’t want to be in the room when his socks come off.” 

Janus groaned and quickly retreated, muttering under his breath about needing to find darning needles to fix bite marks.

Remus giggled and tried to push Virgil off, a slippery tentacle slithering from his back and down the bed, reaching for Virgil’s foot. Virgil laughed and quickly swatted the appendage away.

“Hey! You know extra limbs are cheating!” 

“But I never win!” Remus whined, still trying to wrap the tentacle around Virgil’s Converse. 

“You would if you planned your moves out,” Virgil taunted, quickly snatching Remus’ shoe off with one hand while the other grabbed the tentacle.

Remus gasped but used the movement to sit up and grab Virgil by the shoulders, “Who said I wasn’t planning?” he asked as he kicked his foot away from Virgil’s grasping fingers. Virgil grunted with exertion, making another grab before Remus planted a sloppy kiss on his lips.

How unfair. But he expected Remus to play dirty. 

Virgil pressed into the kiss, trying to pin Remus back down on his bed while locking their legs together. Remus parted his lips and before Virgil could quite process what was happening, had bit his tongue and kicked off one of Virgil’s shoes.

“-ey!” Virgil moaned, trying to wrench back his tongue and control of the game, “-ou fuggin’ cheadar!”

Remus snorted and pulled Virgil into a tight hug, breaking the kiss, “mine! You can’t escape me!”

Virgil laughed and broke out of the hug, pinning Remus’ arms to his sides and straddling his legs, “Watch me, pretty boy.”

Remus blushed, “you’re not gonna think I’m pretty for much longer…”

Virgil blinked, “Why not?”

Remus grinned, sharp canines on full display as he pulled his arm out of Virgil’s grasp, holding up a purple and black striped sock, “I win.”

Virgil stared with mouth agape for a moment, suddenly feeling the sheets on his bare foot, “un-fucking-believable. I let you win by cheating.”

Remus cackled and pulled Virgil back down to his chest, “you’re just mad I beat you at your own game.”

“By cheating.”

“You never said no kisses!”

“Because I would never discourage you from kissing me.”

Remus smirked, pulling the sock behind Virgil’s neck and using it to pull him close, “Is that so? Did I win another kiss?” 

Virgil chuckled and gazed into Remus’ gorgeous brown eyes, sparking with adrenaline, joy, and mischief. He dipped down to kiss Remus again, biting at his lip and pressing close. 

There were perks to losing the game.

[obsessedfluffbutt]

Second to last @glowweek prompt!

Day 6: Vacation

Beach Day

Beach City in the summertime! Sun shining, barely a cloud in the sky, people and gems mill about with their ice cream, or slushies. Families gather together on the beach, enjoying the warm sand, basking in the sunlight or splashing around in the water.

On a single blanket with a large umbrella to protect them from the sun's harmful rays sits a new, young family. Majority of the fellow tourists steer clear of the small family with their giant pink umbrella, mostly because of the equally pink lion sleeping next to them. Though that doesn't always stop some of the more adventurous children from indulging their curiosity when their own parents' attention on them wanes.

Steven huffs as he discourages yet another kid, this one barely 4 years old, from trying to climb into Lions mouth. He and Connie know Lion would never hurt anyone, but the last thing they need to deal with while on vacation is panicked parents who, upon finally noticing their absent kid, see them inside the mouth of a massive predator!

“Try to relax hon,” Connie says as she smears a little sunscreen on the face of the small child in her lap, “Lion wouldn't bother opening his mouth for those kids anyways, let alone let them try to climb in!”

“I know, I know, it's just I want you to be able to enjoy your time off without dealing with angry parents.” He slumps onto the ground and gently pats his furry friend's head.

“Thank you, but really, don't worry so much.” She smiles at him, then hands the baby to Steven.

“Here, hold Amie for me while I put sunscreen on your back.”

Steven takes his favorite little bundle of joy from his wife. While he enjoys a light shoulder massage from Connie he plays with Amie, blowing raspberries and making her giggle like crazy.

“Steveeeen! Stevenstevensteven Steven!! And Conniiieee!!” A short green gem screeches as she zips across the sand towards them.

Peridot slides towards them, doing a perfect hook slide, and Steven quickly lifts Amie up and away from the impact zone. No sand is getting in his baby's eyes, not today, not on his watch! Peridot jumps up, dusts off some sand and stands proud, hands on her hips, giant grin on her face.

“Finished your gardening lessons for the day?” Connie asks.

“Indeed I have and I'm the first to arrive! Yes!” She cheers and leaps against Steven to give him a tight hug.

Connie takes Amie so Steven can hug her back, “You humans and this whole “growing up” thing! I can't even get my arms all the way around you anymore! Stop that you clod!” Peridot complains.

“Pretty sure I'm done growing now, Peri.” Steven snickers.

“C-mmm… cwrod!”

The two adults and Peridot freeze, all three heads turning towards the small human in Connie's arms.

“Did… did she just…?” Steven mutters, stunned.

“Her first word!!” Connie practically squeals with joy! “Wait… isn't clod a kind of… gem insult?” Connie asks.

Steven looks to Peridot, “You're the only one I know who regularly says clod… Peri did you… basically teach my daughter a gem swear word!?”

“YES!” Peridot shouts with glee, “That's right little Amie! Clod! Cl-od!”

“Cwod!” Amie says, then blows a spittle bubble. Peridot giggles like a little gremlin, positively delighted. It's obvious to her that Amie doesn't understand what that means just yet, but it won't be long before she does if Peridot has anything to say about it, and much more!

“Peridot. I can tell what you're thinking. No more teaching Amie bad words!” Steven scolds the green gem.

Amie just keeps giggling from where she sits perched on her momma's lap in the shade of their umbrella.

Later that day Pearl nearly faints when she picks up her sweet little Amie and she calls her a clod.

[whisper-and-tangle]

Tangaze Fic - 'ROAD TRIP!'

Tangle x Blaze fic! a bit self-indulgent bc i love road trips, Tangle and Blaze go on a road trip around the world! Not living up to my url on this one, lol.

PART 1 - To New Adventures and New Friendships!

Over at the quaint location of Spiral Hill village, Tangle was waiting for a very special arrival- in hopes of going on a road trip, of sorts. She sits on a bench next to a large caravan, painted white with a purple stripe, kicking her legs happily as she waits.- an absolutely ecstatic expression on her face. The caravan was relatively large, having enough room for 2 or three people to live in it somewhat comfortably. As Tangle waited, she watched the grass- and watched as it began to fly as the wind brushes it away- a strong force appearing somewhere in the village. Ahead of her, Tangle sees a bright, flaming portal with a well-dressed, royal friend of hers leaving it. Tangle looked on in awe and glee, waving towards Blaze and yelling "She's here!" as the portal closes in a split second, a snap sound echoing through the village as the grass ceases to shake, Blaze walking over to Tangle and the caravan.

"So," Blaze began to speak, shyly smiling at Tangle, who was visibly overjoyed. "What's this 'road trip' you were telling me about?" Tangle almost leaps into the air as Blaze finishes her sentence- launching herself off the bench with her tail and standing infront of Blaze. "Ohhh- you're gonna LOVE it! It's so cool!- Right, so, there was this caravan for sale- superrr cheap aswell! And, impulsive ol' me decided- HEY! Y'know what I can do with a caravan!? Go on a ROAD TRIP with my friends! Then, after buying it- I realized there was only room for two people- So, I picked you! And, I thought, that maybe, if you're up for it- I know I am!- we could go on a road trip together!" Tangle yelled, almost squealing as she makes various hands gestures whilst she talks to Blaze, who listens patiently with a smile. Eventually, once Tangle finishes her explanation- Blaze replies,

"Sure. That'd be great, Tangle." She says, Tangle shaking excited beyond belief, before shouting "YES! This is gonna be soooo cool!" and opening the caravan door, gesturing for Blaze to enter. Blaze giggled and walked in, looking at the caravan's interior. Tangle walked in behind her, raising her arms into the air and yelling "TA-DA! All we need for an awesome road-trip!", "It's got a mini-fridge, a sofa which unfolds into a bed, ANOTHER bed next to the open kitchen, you can even raise the roof and use a little ladder to climb on top of the caravan! It's SO FREAKING COOL!" Tangle continues, unfolding the sofa into a large bed and joyfully leaping onto it. "THIS IS GONNA BE SO FUN!" Tangle says, squealing, Blaze not as excited as her- but happy that she's happy. "OH WAIT- I forgot something!" Tangle said as she reached underneath the sofa bed, dragging a trans pride flag from underneath it. "I got a little pride flag to put above my bed! Pretty cool, right?" Tangle speaks, having calmed down slightly now- hanging the flag above the sofa bed, climbing off the bed and folding it back into a sofa, then staring at the flag. Blaze walked over to her happily, placing a hand on her should.

"Yeah- it's pretty cool." She said, staring at the flag with Tangle before heading over to the driver's seat, and taking a map from the glove compartment and holding it infront of her as she sits in the driver's seat. "So, where are we going? All around green hills, or exploring some other places aswell?" Blaze asked, resting her arm on the seat as she looked backwards at Tangle from the seat. "Oh, right- Yeah, that's pretty important!" Tangle said as she ran over to Blaze, looking at the map as she leans again her. "Hmm…Well, why don't we just explore anywhere? We can go everywhere on the map 'til we get bored!" Tangle yelled excitedly, Blaze blushing as Tangle leans against her- a likely scenario being that Tangle did not realize that she's leaning against Blaze, having been trying to read the map. "That sounds good." Blaze replied as Tangle lept back over to the sofa, filled with excitement and joy. "Should we get going, then? I took some driving lessons before- I think I've got a pretty good grasp of how to drive this thing." Blaze continued as Tangle lept around the caravan before finally hearing Blaze's question-

"YES! That'd be so sweet! Let's just drive around first, maybe we could play some sports over in green hills- I've got some archery gear from back when we went to the olympics!" Tangle replied, waving her hands around happily. "Okay, sure- Wonder if I've still got the enough skill to shoot, though. I might be a little rusty." Blaze spoke, taking the keys from the glove compartment and starting the caravan. "WOO-HOO!" Tangle yelled as the caravan started up,

"ROAD TRIP!" She continued, the caravan driving over towards green hills. Tangle stood at the caravan windows, watching the sights as the caravan drove past Spiral Hill- she'd seen nearly all of them before, but watching them from a caravan with Blaze? That was a brand new experience, and it made the sights a million times better than they were before just knowing Blaze is there to see them with her. Sooner than later, the sun was beginning to set and they had just arrived at a nice clearing in green hills.

"THIS IS GONNA BE SO COOL!" Tangle yelled as Blaze parked the caravan, Tangle opening the door and jumping out just before she parked it, flying and falling flat on her face. Blaze left the caravan soon after, walking over to Tangle and giggling slightly. "You okay?" Blaze asked, smiling and holding out her hand. Tangle gaze her a thumbs up, saying in a muffled tone, "'m okay." before grabbing Blaze's hand, Blaze helping her up- however, they both froze for a moment as Tangle stood on one knee. They stared into eachother's eyes, seeing more stars than they've ever seen before in eachother's eyes- it was like seeing a wonderful galaxy- more beautiful than any sight they could ever see on the road trip. The two blushed, before realizing the awkward situation and silence- Blaze then lifting Tangle up fully as they both stopped looking at eachother. "Okay- ARCHERY TIME!" Tangle yelled, running into the caravan and grabbing a cardboard box filled with a target, two bows, and 4 arrows. Blaze gazed at her lovingly as Tangle excitedly ran back out of the caravan with the equipment,- before Tangle threw a bow and 2 arrows at Blaze, forcing her to snap out of it as she caught them. Tangle happily set up the target, then walking back over to Blaze with it set up.

"Ohhhhh, I love this! Being here with you, exploring the world, being here with you- IT'S ALL SO FUN!" Tangle continued, Blaze chuckling in response. "Okay," Blaze spoke. "Let's get shooting then." She continued with a smile on her face, Tangle nodding and drawing back her bow. Blaze readied hers aswell, but was too distracted- she was gazing at Tangle as she fired her arrow, Tangle hitting a 6 before turning to Blaze and speaking, which snapped her out of it again- "Wooh!- 6, not bad! What'd you get, Blaze?" Tangle asked happily. Blaze then turned to the target, realizing she had fired her arrow just after Tangle turned towards her- the arrow had hit an 8, out of sheer luck. "Oh- Uhm, Tangle- yeah, an 8!" Blaze said, embarrassed. "Aw, sweet! Guess you're not that rusty after all!" Tangle replied jokingly, excited as she raised a fist into the air and jumped, before readying her second arrow. They continued firing until the sun began to set- when, Tangle then left her bow and arrows onto the ground, Blaze doing the same. Tangle sat on the grass and watched the beautiful sunset, Blaze walked over to sit next to her. Tangle was utterly invested in the sunset- it was like nothing could break her gaze.

"Tangle? The sunsets really pretty today." Blaze spoke, sitting next to Tangle, gazing off into the sunset with her.

Tangle, without thinking, replied, "Yeah, but not as beautiful as you." in a completely sincere and calm tone, without realizing what she said. Blaze's face turned red, blushing at Tangle's remark- Tangle barely noticed she said it until she finally turned away from the sunset, turning towards Blaze- her face instantly turning as flushed as Blaze's. "Oh- Uhm- Sorry, I mean- Uh. You're very pretty?" Tangle said, trying to muster a save- Blaze turned towards her then, and replied,

"No- no, it's fine. That was…very nice of you to say. I like you, Tangle." Blaze replied awkwardly, smiling before heading off into the caravan, Tangle only blushing further and sitting completely still, shocked.

"Anyway, it's getting dark. Let's get some rest." Blaze continued, entering the caravan and falling onto one of the beds. "Night, Tangle." Tangle then quickly got up, speaking, "YES- Right, sleep!" and running off into the caravan, unfolding the sofa bed and closing the caravan door. She turned off the lights, and collapsed into her sofa bed.

The two fell asleep soon after, Tangle staying up slightly longer than Blaze, thinking about what she said to her- and Blaze's reply, at that. "She liked me. Did- did she mean it in a like-like way, or a like way- or a friendship way??" Tangle asked herself as Blaze was asleep, herself falling asleep soon after. The road trip had just begun- and it was already amazing.

PART 2 - Tails, Is That Napalm?!

The next morning, Tangle rubbed her eyes as she crawled out of the sofa bed. She yawned, stretching her arms and folding away the bed.

"Blaze? Are you-" Tangle began to speak, before the realization of what happened last night struck her. The memory of it had left her speechless, for a moment. As she stood speechless, Blaze began to wake; getting up from the second bed. "Morning, Tangle." Blaze said as she got up from her bed, walking over to the kitchen and sorting through the cupboards in the middle of conversation,

"Breakfast?" Blaze asked calmly, still searching through the cupboards, having now gathered a menagerie of spices and foods, likely for an intricate breakfast. Tangle, shaking her head and snapping herself out of her speechless state, replied in a cheerful voice,

"Sure! I've got some poptarts around here somewhere-" Spoke Tangle as she leaped over to the kitchen, launching herself with her tail.

She then began to search through the cupboards as Blaze looked on with a perplexed and then somewhat horrified expression as Tangle began to grab both ketchup and strawberry poptarts from the cupboards. "Tangle, you're surely not-" Blaze asked, in a joking tone trying to catch Tangle's attention and halt her 'breakfast'-making, but ultimately failed as Tangle already began pouring ketchup onto cold poptarts, then placing them into the only toaster on the caravan, ketchup covering it as she forced the poptarts in.

"What were you gonna say, Blaze?" Tangle said with a gleeful face, excited for the adventures ahead of them, and unbothered by the horror Blaze had just witnessed. The only comfort Blaze had in this situation was Tangle's bright, starry eyes full of happiness.- which brought her a small amount of joy in this mortifying endeavor.

"Tangle, are you- you do realize that's ketchup?" Blaze asked, the most puzzled expression on her face. Tangle raised an eyebrow and stared on with confusion.

"Yes?…I- I don't entirely get what you mean by that? I know it's ketchup. Otherwise, why would I use it??" Tangle replies, gesturing towards the toaster.

"Tangle. I mean this in the nicest way possible." Blaze says as she walks to Tangle, placing her hands on her shoulders. Tangle blushes slightly, utterly perplexed, looking up at Blaze.

"Poptarts are not a normal thing to put ketchup on. That's going to destroy the toaster." Blaze spoke to her in a stern, yet concerned voice as Tangle barely listened to a word of what she said- staring at her golden, shining eyes in awe until Blaze repeats herself.

"Tangle?" Blaze asks, Tangle having been unresponsive. Suddenly, Tangle snaps out of it once again.

"Oh- UH- YEAH! RIGHT! You're completely right!" Tangle says nervously, wiping her forehead as she quickly, and impulsively, turns off the toaster, taking the poptarts from it and throwing them into the garbage. She hadn't quiet thought through her actions then, and it took her a moment to realize what she had just done, taking a deep breath and sighing in relief.

Blaze laughed slightly, before speaking, "Tangle, wait- Let's stop for a second." to help calm Tangle, who was clearly acting on her the first thought to come to her mind. "Yeah- you're right. Let's stop." Tangle said, seemingly exhausted as she sat down on the sofa in silence.

Only a short amount of time passed before the silence got uncomfortable, and was soon interrupted by a crackling sound from outside the caravan.

"What was that?" Tangle asked excitedly- a way out of the awkward situation and a new encounter right ahead of her.

Blaze turned to the caravan door and stared through the window, speaking

"I'm not su-…" She was completely silent afterwards. Tangle began to look worried, walking over to Blaze.

"Blaze- you alri…" Tangle said, then becoming wide eyed and even more excited. Outside their caravan, was a sparking flame that Tangle was interest in the moment she saw it- it had piqued her interest, and she didn't seem to notice that Tails was trying to make napalm next to it. Blaze, having realized this, was heavily concerned for both Tangle and Tails, Tangle walking out the caravan soon after.

"Tails! Buddy, you gotta come check this out- there's this fire, right- Wait…" Tangle spoke as her excitement nearly overtook her sight, taking a second to realize that Tails was the one starting the fire.

"Ohh. You started it!" Tangle yelled joyfully, pointing at Tails who was clearly nervous and sweating, attempting to hide the napalm he was making.

"M-Made what?" Tails replied anxiously, sweat running down his forehead as he laughs, trying to cover up the situation.

Blaze, however, walked out not long after Tangle. She stood next to her, raising an eyebrow at Tails with a worried gaze.

"…Tails, why are you making this outside our caravan?" Blaze asked as she stared at Tails.

"Wait- this is your caravan? I'm so sorry, I was just- you see- Making this stuff for one of my trips- and I usually go somewhere desolate and quiet- but, obviously, you're all here- and-" Tails began to ramble, desperately trying to cover up his crimes.

"…..I'M GONNA GO NOW!" Tails yelled as he picked up his supplies and creations, running off with them in hand.

"Huh. Sonic did say something about Tails going on his own adventure sometime soon. Maybe he's just preparing for that?" Tangle asked as she turned back towards Blaze. They stare at eachother for a moment, before both, without saying a word, come to the agreement that they probably should just assume it was for that adventure.

"Why were you so interested in that fire, though?" Blaze asked with a laugh, trying to divert attention from what had recently happened. Tangle then replied,

"I like fire." In a joking tone, with a smile and a pair of finger guns.

Blaze blushed as she attempted to decipher the meaning of Tangle's sentence, thinking to herself,

"What did she mean by that? Am I supposed to be the 'fire'? Did she mean my powers? Was it a reference to that? Or was she just stating her reason for her interest? But then why would she use finger guns? No- Tangle's a very expressive person, of course she'd use finger guns for something like that- She probably didn't mean anything by it? But…"

Tangle, who had the intention of merely saying why she was so interested in it, suddenly began to question why she said that.

"Hold on, What did I mean by that? I've never actually been that fond of fire, anyway. Oh god. That was a mistake, wasn't it?" Tangle thinks as her and Blaze both stand in complete silence, both surprised and blushing.

Eventually, Tangle, without making eye contact, walks past Blaze and into the caravan again where she takes a deep breath and sits on the sofa.

Attempting to divert attention from her last sentence, Tangle yells, "Hey Blaze! Would you, uh, like some pizza?" In an awkward- and clearly embarrassed- tone, Blaze responding after a few seconds of silence.

"I- uhm- Sure." Blaze said in response, slowly entering the caravan afterwards, walking over to sit on her bed.

There wasn't much more conversation that day- They both had a very awkward stance on their feelings, and both believed the other to not feel the same away, but treasured their friendship enough not to want to destroy it with a failed romance.

Please note that I don't write fanfic much, and please tell me any typos/mistakes! Also I'm still figuring out how to format this stuff, so keep that in mind!

[wonyoungandbeautiful]

It was clear to Wonyoung that the two women desperately tried to reassure each other — too hopeful that the night could recover from the violent entertainment as they put all their trust on alcohol and time to make it work. Sure, it could work. It seemed that nowadays people had such a short attention span that any major situation could be forgotten in the blink of an eye. "I have faith. And if it doesn't work out, might as well just leave. I'm dying to eat a burger anyway," she admitted. The dinner they were served was exquisite, though she couldn't resist her craving for something more substantial and greasy in her current tipsy state. A giggle escaped her glossy lips at So Hee's words, unable to hide her glee around the actress. "I won't complain! Plus, I don't want to toot my own horn but I heard I give amazing hugs," she beamed. This was her very first interaction off camera with the older woman and strangely, Wonyoung felt like they had known eachother for quite some time — their conversation flowing so easily. "It's not such a bad thing...I mean going alone. Sometimes, it's better not to get distracted by one person. That way, you end up interacting with more people. At least, you avoid being disappointed when you come dateless," she offered a bitter smile, her mind swiftly going back to her current situation with a sigh.

Her head shook, hand following her move almost instantly. "Oh no no, don't worry, I'm good. I'll get more later. It's probably better for me to take a break from it anyway." She could feel the alcohol leaping to her head and coursing through her bloodstream, spreading a warm feeling of comfort. And although she planned to consume more once her feet led her back into the ballroom, she didn't want to bother the other woman nor make herself look like she was dependent on strong beverages to endure the rest of the night. It surely was not the first impression she wanted to leave. "I'll take all the recommendations I can get. Maybe we could even go together," she offered with a smile as she blew her dark bangs out of her eyes so that they just resettled across her forehead. A nod soon followed the actress' words. Wonyoung understood that these events weren't for everyone. In fact, she wasn't entirely sure she was made for them either. Sometimes luxurious events implied that she needed to be on her best behavior and act a certain way to fit the chic mood. "I see. We sure are lucky to be invited to this kind of gala but I do understand where you're coming from. I think it's nice once in a while but nothing beats a more intimate night with people you're close to."

ㅤ    all the two of them can do is hope. it would be tragic if the night wound up being a bust, especially after how much effort the hotel went through preparing the gala and everyone who had taken the time to get ready to attend. oftentimes, so hee forgot how different a group of people from the same industry could be without the pressures of the spotlight and cameras on them. no matter how many times she’s witnessed it, it’s always like she was stepping into a whole new dimension. it almost tends to give her whiplash sometimes.

though it isn’t to say so hee’s naïve to the reality of things, by any means, it is just that she forgets that most of the people attending need a persona, an image to carry and maintain at all times whereas she tends to act more herself unless she has a role or a photoshoot.

“i think once the shock of it all passes, it’ll be nothing but a distant memory for the rest of the night. for most people, anyway. all we can do is simply try to make the best of what’s remaining.”

“keep that up and you will have me squishing you in a hug,” so hee spoke lightheartedly, referring to wonyoung’s compliment, but also because the idol was just too endearing for her heart to handle. the woman gives a shake of her head at the question, hand subconsciously fiddling with the watch that sat clasped around her wrist. “i came alone, i didn’t have it in me to ask who i wanted to attend with me. but i’ve been mingling about and even seen some familiar faces, so it wasn’t so bad.”

so hee notices how wonyoung’s gaze shift to her empty flute which must of had champagne in it. she’d thought to offer up her own, but she had already sipped from her glass. “should i go see if there’s waitstaff around to get you another?” she found herself offering instead. “a spa day does wonders. i know of a really good spa, if you need a recommendation and don’t have a place in mind already.” so hee doesn’t frequent the spa often, but she has done so in between filming days or photoshoots if her schedules allow.

“i guess looks can be pretty deceiving,” she spoke knowingly with a smile. “don’t get me wrong, attending things like this always reminds me that i’ve made it, you know? to be able to attend something so luxurious that most can only dream about, but,” she pauses, crossing one of her legs over the other as she took a second to think. “i just prefer smaller gatherings with close friends and maybe some acquaintances. i think it’s the amount of people that attend events like this that get to me sometimes. i still always manage to have fun though.”

[crackedpumpkin]

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2k12! Leonardo x Waterbender! reader

“And then I took my sai and shoved it in that Kraang droid’s skull!” 

Raph stabs his weapon into an odd metal box, green liquid trickling out.

“Sure Raph, but I used my uncanny scientific knowledge to bring down an interdimensional portal — equally as awesome!” Donnie brags, leaning on his bo staff.

“Well, not to toot my own horn or anything, but I did take down a lava giant with nothing but water,” Y/n adds smugly, sitting down on a nearby window ledge. The corners of her lips quirk up into a smirk. Raph nods enthusiastically at her response.

“And what about Master Splinter? Wish I could’ve seen him take out the Shredder.” Leo leaps down from the rooftop, landing safely on the tarp of a shophouse below.

Y/n agrees with a nod of her head, not missing the way Leo’s smile falters ever-so-slightly when their eyes meet. She doesn’t comment on it.

Ever since their dizzying kiss in the ocean, he had been avoiding her as if she was the Pentapox plague. Every time she tried to bring it up, he would immediately act as if he was busy.

“Hey, about what happened between-”

“Sorry, I think Master Splinter’s calling me.” Leo exits the kitchen hurriedly, cutting Y/n off mid-sentence. She watches him leave with a frown, her brows furrowed. This was the fourth time she had unsuccessfully tried to bring up the kiss.

“Monkey feathers.” She grumbles under her breath, pouring herself a cup of water. She downs it angrily, slamming the empty cup on the counter. She was beginning to feel annoyed at his obvious avoidance of her.

Even the actors in the Ember Island play put on a better act than Leo did.

She rolls her eyes, exiting the kitchen and preparing to go on patrol.

“And, let’s not forget Cottage Cheese Demon. If I didn’t stuff him in that microwave, the earth would be drowning in living cheese!” Mikey says, waving his hands animatedly.

“For the twenty-second time Mikey, there was no Cottage Cheese Demon, ever!” She jumps off the window ledge she was sitting on and follows Raph and Donnie, the former of whom was frustrated with Mikey’s tale.

“Did you see him?”

“No!”

“Then how do you know, huh?”

Raph’s at a loss for words, stuttering and trying to find the right words to retort.

“Hey, if Mikey says there’s a Cheese Demon, there’s a Cheese Demon.” She places her hand on Raph’s shoulder who glares at her. She winks stealthily, signalling for them to entertain him.

“Sure Mikey, Cheese Demon.” Raph sighs, giving up.

“We. Were. Awesome.” Leo cheers, all of them still on their victory high as they whoop and cheer energetically in the dead of night.

They continue to run on the rooftops, Y/n giggling and bending some water from her water bag to make a simple bridge of ice connecting the two rooftops. Mikey slides on it with glee, striking a pose as he jumps off of it.

She follows suit, giving Raph who holds out his hand, a quick high-five.

“So uh, are we gonna stop by April’s?”

Donnie’s question makes them screech to a halt, and Y/n loses her balance on the slippery ice at the end of her bridge. She yelps softly, her arms outstretched and trying to regain her balance. Strong arms hold her wrist and waist gently, her back pressed against a solid chest.

She manages to not slip and fall, her feet planted firmly on the ground. “Thanks, Raph-” She begins, but her words die on her tongue when she looks up to see Leo instead.

He lets go of her, taking a step back. “You’re welcome.” He replies softly, his eyes darting around to look at anything but her.

She clears her throat, her hand moving to rub her arm in the awkward silence that follows. On the outside, she appeared calm and collected; even confident. On the inside though, she was a screaming mess. Her mouth was dry, her hands clammy. Her heart mimicked the celebratory drums of Zuko’s coronation day-a relentless and fast-paced rhythm that had her feeling breathless.

Was it just her that liked the kiss?

Oh spirits, what if she was a bad kisser?

“We are one point three blocks and six-, no, no, seven metres away from her apartment.”

“Yeah, that’s not, weird or anything Donnie.” Raph takes a moment to process how his brother knows the exact distance to April’s place, but chooses to brush it off.

“He does have a normal crush on her, right?” Y/n whispers to Mikey as they begin to make their way to April’s place, trying to ignore the way Leo's eyes linger on her every so often as they ran.

“Right.” Was Mikey’s uncertain reply.

She blinks, “Right.”

They continue to run, and Y/n sneaks little glances at Leo whenever she thought he wasn’t looking. There was a moment when their eyes met, and that resulted in the two almost tripping over their own feet while the rest stared in concern.

Donnie taps on the glass window of April’s apartment. “Handsome-gram for April O’Neil!” He calls out cheerily, causing Raph to groan. The window swings open with a squeak, revealing a clearly-flustered April.

“Guys! Uhm...Great to see you! Do you mind staying on the fire escape?” She requests.

“Seems like you’ve been avoiding us lately, April.” Leo takes a step forward with Donnie, respectfully keeping a slight distance between them.

“It’s...not my fault,” April replies with a sigh, “Dad’s alien abduction nightmares are getting worse. He’s so freaked out he won’t let me out alone at night.” 

“I’m sorry April.”

Y/n nearly falls off the rooftop with a yelp, Kirby’s sudden appearance scaring the living daylights out of her. She grips Mikey’s arm to catch her breath, the turtle holding her shoulders and calmly moving her to stand on the inside, away from the rooftop’s ledge.

“It’s just-, what if the Kraang are still out there? Waiting, lurking...I’ll do anything to protect you.” Kirby promises, a dark fear laced in his words.

“Dad...I can take care of myself now! And I’ll be with the guys, I couldn’t be more safe.” April tries to convince her dad, gesturing to the four brothers.

“And me, I’m here too.” Y/n waves in an awkward manner from behind Donnie. “Exactly, I’ll be with Y/n too!” April sheepishly adds.

“Trust us Mr O’Neil, April and those squishy brain freaks are long gone,” Mikey says confidently.

“If you want, I could take a look at his condition while you guys head back first.” Y/n offers.

“Yeah definitely go take a look. You can trust her Mr O’Neil, she’s a great healer.” Donnie pushes her forward slightly, oddly enthusiastic about it.

“You would? Oh, thank you, thank you!” She’s scooped up into a warm hug, April squeezing her tightly. Y/n chuckles, patting her back.

“I don’t know...” Kirby hesitates, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. 

“She’s an amazing healer.” Leo vouches, and that’s all the reassurance Kirby needs.

“Have fun!” Y/n waves goodbye to the five who head on down to the lair, shutting the window after and turning to face Kirby.

“Would you like some tea?”

Y/n searches the cupboards in the kitchen. She moves a few containers around, puzzled by the absence of any tea sachets.

“Over here.” Kirby opens a cupboard door near the doorway, pulling out a Ziploc bag with various types of tea sachets messily stuffed inside.

He pulls out a kettle, filling it with water at the kitchen sink while she busies herself by setting out two mugs and selecting the teas for them.

It’s quiet in the kitchen.

The kettle finally whistles, and Kirby turns off the fire. He starts to lift it and bring it over to pour but is stopped by a shake of her head.

“Allow me.”

Y/n flicks her wrist, using her fingers to guide the small stream of hot water towards the mugs and diving it equally between them while simultaneously cooling them down. Kirby watches, stunned by the sight before his eyes.

“Shall we?” She picks up the mugs with a kind smile. Kirby’s still speechless, but he manages to nod and lead the way to the coffee table in their living room. Y/n sets down the mugs, the green tea brewing and filling the room with a soft and refreshing scent.

“I’ve never had tea like this before.” Kirby comments upon taking a sip, “It’s always very bitter when I try to make it.”

“The key is to use lukewarm water.” Y/n offers her advice, her past talks and tea sessions with Uncle Iroh coming in handy.

“So... how were you able to do that? Mutagen? Or did the Kraang experiment on you?” Kirby broaches the topic with his question, waiting for her answer.

“No, I was born this way.” Y/n laughs, “I’m what the people of my world call a waterbender.” She begins to explain how she had fallen into this world, and how kind April was, taking her shopping and getting supplies.

“So that’s where most of her old clothes went.” Kirby listens intently, his curiosity as a scientist making him hang onto her every word.

“Well, I hope you do get home safe. Were you on the way to visit your parents?” Kirby asks, setting down his mug.

A flash of unknown emotion leaves just as quickly as it fills her eyes, and she takes a sip of tea.

“My parents are, um...they’re not around anymore,” Y/n replies, her voice calm. 

“Oh...I’m so sorry.” Kirby apologizes immediately, regretting his question.

“No, it’s alright. I finally came to terms with it a while back.” Y/n reassures him with a forgiving smile.

“How did they...you know.”

“Well, I was told that when I was younger, they wanted to explore the world and visit our sister tribe in the South. So, they left me with my uncle’s family and set out on their own.”

Kirby almost faints from the amount of relief that floods him, having assumed the worst from her response.

“I grew up under the supervision of my uncle and while I was still family, they weren’t always the fairest parental figures I’ve had,” Y/n admits, recalling the way they had always compared her to Yue, whose stunning figure, intelligence, and looks always outshone her own. She knew she wasn’t that bad in terms of visuals either, but it did still sting sometimes.

Kirby continues to listen quietly, providing some silent comfort with his presence. “Everything that they did for Yue, was out of love. Even her betrothal.” She remembered how distraught her uncle was when Yue was on the brink of tears, and the way his figure seemed to shrink when she brought him his nightly tea.

He had stared out of his window in silence, his usual tough exterior crumbling and revealing the vulnerable love he had for his daughter. At that moment, Y/n realised just how fortunate Yue truly was.

“So, I know that you only want the best for her.” Y/n ends her tale, looking at Kirby who softens at the mention of his daughter.

“May I take a look at your condition now that you’re more comfortable?”

Kirby lay down on the couch, his head resting on a cushion. She grabs a stool, carries it over and sets it down so she could sit. She guides a stream of water out of her water bag, allowing it to envelop the top of his head just above his eyes.

“I’m going to check your energy paths and your general state.” She informs him. He nods in response, settling into a more comfortable position.

She waits for him to close his eyes before she begins to draw on her healing abilities, her palms tingling with a familiar heat as the water begins to glow a soft blue. The moonlight coming in through the open window causes the glow of her healing to shimmer, casting a cerulean blue throughout the room.

Her brows furrow, feeling a few clouded chi paths in his body. She gently unblocks them, sending the pure energy from the water through. She feels his stiff shoulders start to relax, and she continues to clear his energy.

“Well, looks like your physical stress is mostly gone.” She comments, guiding the water back to her water bag. Kirby sits back up, smiling widely at how refreshed he feels.

“That’s honestly amazing, how you’re able to do that.” Kirby compliments, stretching his arm freely. “I feel rejuvenated.”

“You’re welcome, but I couldn’t help much with the mental trauma, you might have to see someone about it,” Y/n says, hearing the jingle of keys outside the door.

“That must be April.”

Kirby pauses in his steps, turning to face the young waterbender. “Listen, I know that it must be hard for you, living here without anyone you know. I experienced that too in the Kraang’s prison cell. If you ever need to talk, the door’s always open. Also, I’m sure April would love to have a sleepover with you sometime.” He offers.

Y/n nods gladly, feeling touched by his compassion.

The door swings open with a creak, and April enters. “Hey dad, how was the healing session?”

“It went great! I feel like I’ll sleep well tonight.” Kirby laughs. April chuckles nervously, bringing out a contraption from behind her back. “About that...I kinda have a school project I need to do, could you help me with it?”

“Sure!” Kirby agrees happily.

“Y/n, could you stay too?”

“Sure.” Y/n sets down her now empty mug, having taken the last sip as April was speaking.

“Great, we need to go to the rooftop for it!”

April practically drags the two up the stairs, and Y/n merely follows blindly.

First Donnie, now April?

Something was up, and it wasn’t just the sky.

“Roger, I think.” Y/n overhears April’s call before she ends it. She looks at her inquisitively, but April doesn’t explain.

“It’s kinda late for a school project, don’t you think?” Kirby had come down from cloud nine, and he was only just realising how odd this all was.

“It’s, Uhm... extra credit, dad! We’re tracking...pigeon migration! Y-yeah.” April explains lamely, and suspicion starts to grow in Y/n’s gut. She leans against the wall, entertaining herself by making little snowflakes with razor-sharp edges.

Kirby seems to reluctantly accept April’s answer at face value. The device starts to light up and beep, the protruding metal whisks starting to spin wildly. He holds it up to the sky, trying to track the seemingly absent pigeons.

Something emits a roar over them, and it slowly fades. Y/n holds the snowflakes she crafted in her hands, careful not to let the edges nick her skin. “April...” “What’s going on here?” Kirby starts to panic, cutting her off and asking the very question she had in mind.

A Kraang ship briefly comes into view in the night sky, a small distance away from them.

“Is that... a Kraang-?” He can’t finish his question, his voice dying in his chest. Y/n grows concerned, looking over and seeing the terror in his eyes.

“April, I thought you and the guys were just going to hang out at the lair. Explanation. Now.” Y/n states firmly, her hands on her waist as she shakes her head disapprovingly.

“W-we were! But then the Kraang communication orb started to make noise, and Donnie asked me to lock its coordinates and stuff...” April stutters, hanging her head guiltily.

“Why didn’t you tell me about any of this?”

“I wanted to, but Leo told me not to because you might get distracted.”

“Distracted?”

That little-

DISTRACTED???

When I finally make sea prunes, he’ll be the first to eat them.

Y/n was outraged. “Saying that I’M distracted while he pretends the whole ki-” She feels the words die in her throat when she remembers that April is right there beside her. Instead, she huffs, annoyed and frustrated with the turtle in blue.

She pulls out her T-Phone, struggling to find the call function. Donnie had handed it to her a while back, but she never really understood how to use all the apps on it.

“Call Raph for me please.”

April dials his number obediently, handing it back to Y/n who grabs it and waits for the turtle to pick up.

“Hello?”

“Raph, where are you guys?”

“Uh, at the-, the lair.” A loud whoop follows his breathless response and an urgent ‘Shhh!’ right after.

“April told me everything.” Y/n rolls her eyes.

“Oh. Well, Fearless was the one who told me to tell you we were at the lair-, ow!” Raph yelps. 

Y/n resists the urge to berate Leo over the phone.

“You should stay with April for the time being.” Y/n glances towards Kirby who was beginning to hyperventilate.

“Fine, but you better tell Leo that we need to talk.” She hangs up right after Raph chuckles at an audible gulp from Leo, her voice hard and words sharp.

“Let’s take a moment, okay?” Y/n suggests to Kirby who nods weakly. She spares April a disappointed glance, the latter looking like a kicked puppy. She helps Kirby sit down on the floor. 

“Breathe with me. In...And out...” Y/n encourages gently, helping him regulate his panicked breathing. He soon calms down somewhat, standing back up weakly. She hears a gasp from April, looking up to see multiple canisters filled with  glowing, neon-green liquid falling from the sky. One hurtles toward April who’s frozen in place. 

Before Y/n can react, Kirby runs towards April and shields her with his body, the canister breaking across his back and soaking his entire body in the glowing liquid.

“Kirby!” Y/n’s hand is outstretched, quickly trying to drench him with water to get the mutagen off of him. “It’s not working!” She quickly realizes, alarmed by this discovery. The liquid sticks to him stubbornly, refusing to budge even an inch.

“Dad? Dad!” April cries out, as Kirby starts to transform. His arms and body start to contort, April pulling her wrist out of his tight grasp. The two can only watch in horror as he throws himself off the rooftop, not wanting to harm his daughter. It’s Y/n’s turn to shield April from the flock of bats that fly towards them in a hurry, landing face down on the floor.

A large creature flies up behind them, and Y/n lets out a gasp at the sight.

“Dad...Oh no, no!” 

Y/n’s just as shaken as April, scrambling back a few feet at the sight of Kirby’s horrible, contorted form. He starts to fly towards them with a hostile glare, and Y/n grabs April’s hand, pulling her up urgently. “Run!”

“Stop, it’s me, dad! April!” Y/n casts a desperate glance back, alarmed by how close he was to them. Her heart pounds in her chest, sweat dripping down her brow as she continues to run. She holds April’s wrist, afraid of losing her to that...creature.

She tugs April behind the wall of the rooftop’s entryway, risking a quick look. “Sorry Kirby,” Y/n mutters, forming a gauntlet of ice. She waits for the right moment and moves, punching it straight in the nose. It squeals in pain, flying away and perching on top of the entryway.

“Sorry, dad...” April apologizes, holding out her fan in a defensive stance. Y/n eyes him warily, letting down her guard somewhat when she sees his pitiful gaze. He rubs his nose with his winged arm.

“He’s still dad.” April states firmly. Y/n hesitates but takes a step forward. ‘Kirby’ hisses, and in the blink of an eye, all four turtles surround the two girls protectively. They all leap towards him, weapons drawn and ready to fight. 

“No! Don’t hurt him!” April cries out. They all freeze in midair, their simultaneous puzzled expressions almost making Y/n laugh. Amid their confusion, Kirby uses his wings to slam them away from him, swooping down and knocking Y/n to the ground with his leg. He grabs April by the shoulders, his claws gently holding onto her and flying off.

April struggles in his grasp, screaming bloody murder at the top of her lungs as she’s carried off.

“Could this night get any worse?” Raph groans, getting up from where they landed on the ground in a heap.

“Guys, I think that mutant was Mr O’Neil.” Leo realizes, looking at the broken canister of mutagen on the ground, most of it gone.

“How could you tell?” Mikey asks.

“Do you see many giant red-bearded, middle-aged bats lately?” 

Y/n’s fed up.

“What did you guys do.” She stands up with an irritated groan, dusting herself off. The disappointment was clear in her expression, and she looked to Donnie for an explanation, figuring that he would be able to give a satisfactory one.

“We have to go after her.” Donnie in his panic doesn’t process Y/n’s question, grabbing his bo staff and looking around urgently.

“But what about all that mutagen? We got canisters spread all over the city!” Raph points out.

Was nobody going to answer her?

“That’s it.” Y/n bends a stream of water, dousing all four of the turtles.

“Hey!” Raph’s annoyance is quickly quelled when he sees Y/n’s glare, Mikey letting out an audible gulp.

“Someone explain what’s going on right now, or I swear to the spirits, you will not live to see the next sunrise.” She threatens, sick and tired of being kept out of the loop.

“We went after the Kraang ship, and fought this weird yeti-like robot-”

“He had butt cannons!” Mikey adds.

Leo rolls his eyes, “then Donnie and Mikey accidentally triggered a switch that allowed the doors to open and multiple canisters of mutagen to fall all over New York.” 

“So what you’re saying is: you guys caused Mr O’Neil’s mutation and quite possibly many others.” She summarizes, rubbing her temples to try and dull the headache she could feel coming.

“Yeap.” Mikey nods.

“And you thought to leave me behind as if I wouldn’t be able to help?”

“I didn’t want to, but Fearless over here didn’t want you to come.” Raph shrugs.

He what?

“We can talk about this later, April’s dad comes first.” Leo takes the opportunity to get a head start. Mikey and Donnie both follow, leaving Raph and Y/n on the rooftop.

Raph hesitates, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. Y/n on the other hand, kept quiet, disappointment and hurt starting to sink in. 

“Sorry about earlier. I wanted you to come along to help, but Leo was stubborn about keeping you safe.” He apologizes, looking at the sky. He wasn’t used to this.

“It’s fine,” Y/n mutters, holding her arm. Her gaze was fixated on the ground. “I don’t know whatever it is that happened between you two, but...if you need to talk, I’ll be here.” Raph offers, covering up his soft words with a gruff cough.

“Thanks.” Y/n gives him a small smile. 

“Let’s head back now?”

“Yeah.”

“I can’t think, I can’t think! I’m seriously stressing here!” Donnie paces the floor of the lair’s living room, on the verge of hyperventilating. He holds his head in his hands, desperately trying to come up with a solution.

Y/n sits on the couch, a distance away from a quiet Leo who had chosen to sit on a beanbag. Everyone was deep in thought, trying to figure out a plan of action.

“You think he’s a vampire? You think he’ll drink her blood and turn into the undead?” Mikey voices out his theory. 

“Are you trying to freak me out??” Donnie’s voice grows louder with every word, struggling to hold onto the last bit of sanity left in his being.

Leo spots Master Splinter walking to the dojo, and decides to ask him for advice. “Sensei! Let’s say we’re trying to catch a stray pet...like a cat.” He starts to ask. Y/n winces. 

Really? A cat?

He’s lucky he’s cute.

“A cat?” Master Splinter’s booming response is filled with disgust.

“O-or, maybe a...a parrot? Uhm, what’s the best strategy?” Leo tries to play it off with a toothy smile, waiting for his response.

Master Splinter takes a moment to think.

“Food, of course. Any animal can be lured by food.”

“Like Foo-Foo Cuddlypoops!” Y/n realises, smiling brightly. Her smile fades when she sees everyone looking at her with baffled expressions. 

“It’s a Saber-tooth moose lion cub...” She mutters with burning cheeks, shrinking into the couch and wishing the ground could swallow her whole.

“So what is this truly about?” Master Splinter wisely leaves the subject for another day.

Leo starts to reply, but Raph immediately covers his mouth, “Nothing, sensei. Just talking about parrots like we usually do.”

Master Splinter regards the group with a suspicious gaze, his brow quirked. Luckily, he turns and walks back to the dojo, not wanting to pursue what he instinctively knew would be a tangled mess.

“Food! That’s so simple, it’s brilliant!” What do bats eat?” Leo pushes Raph off of him, looking to Donnie for an answer.

“Rodents and other small invertebrates. Oh yeah, and bugs! The bigger the better.”  

It’s like the inside of the Cave of Two Lovers all over again.

Y/n shudders at the reminder of the dark and musty cave. If she closed her eyes, she could almost hear the nomads singing.

“So where are we gonna find a giant bug? Dress up some sorry sucker in a fly costume?” Mikey snickers.

“Well, don’t you look dashing.” Y/n applies the finishing touch, placing a pair of citrus juicers that were tied together to form goggles, onto Mikey’s face.

“I kinda feel like bait.” Mikey turns to check out the pair of fake wings attached to his back.

“No, don’t think of yourself as bait, Mikey. This is your new superhero costume! You could call yourself, uhm...”

“Turflytle! Tur. Fly. Tle. Aw yeah, I love it! Too awesome. What’re my superpowers?” Mikey asks brightly, more than satisfied with Raph’s explanation. Y/n hides a giggle at his innocence, feeling only slightly guilty for deceiving him. She spots Leo covering his mouth, feigning innocence with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“You can hang from a rope.” Leo muses. Mikey lifts a limp arm made out of tinfoil and covered with a glove, observing it. “This is sweet!” He whoops with a grin.

“Shall we?” Y/n holds up the man-made wings, beaming.

“Turflytle is on the patrol, buzz-buzz. His bug eyes spot every crime, buzz-buzz.” Mikey hangs from a rope attached to a pulley that Raph held. Y/n had offered to help but quickly found out that she was no match for Mikey’s weight.

“Will you stop saying buzz-buzz after every sentence?” Raph complains. 

“I think it’s cute,” Y/n says, flying next to Mikey and giving him a high-five.

“Buzz-buzz.” She hears Leo quietly mutter.

“What was that?”

She couldn’t have misheard that, could she?

“I said to keep a lookout for Mr O’Neil.” Leo looks her straight in the eyes, almost as if he was challenging her to say otherwise.

Y/n looks away, feeling a soft heat dusting her cheeks, “Whatever.” She grumbles.

I must’ve been hearing things.

“Donnie, any sign of Kirby?” Leo tilts his wings, flying next to Donnie.

“Nothing yet. Raph, shake Mikey around a bit more. He needs to mimic a fly’s flight pattern.” Donnie puts down his telescope with a frown, disheartened by the lack of a mutated bat.

Raph cackles evilly, “No problem.” He swoops down, doing loops in the air while Mikey cried out for mercy.

Donnie gasps, having spotted something in his telescope, “Kirby at four o’clock!”

He’s taken out quickly by Kirby body-slamming him, hurtling towards the ground. Donnie adjusts his gear quickly, managing to stay in the air.

“He’s heading straight for Mikey! Pull up, pull him up!” Leo yells in alarm. Raph grunts, cranking the rope up as fast as he could, Mikey narrowly missing Kirby’s claws by a hair.

“He’s coming around again!” Y/n warns them, Raph noticing and flying away with Mikey. Raph continues to bait Kirby, swerving around building edges and luring him closer.

“Time for Turflytle to take out his arch-nemesis, WingNut!” Mikey pulls out his nunchucks, twirling them and hitting Kirby right on his snout when he’s close enough.

“You are not giving Mr O’Neil a monster name!” Donnie scolds from behind. Y/n moves close to Kirby, inhaling deeply before exhaling steadily, aiming to cover the joints of his wings in a thin layer of ice. She also aims for his claws, making sure that the sharp edges were covered in blunt, harmless ice. 

The thin layer of ice on his wings slows Kirby’s movements, long enough for Leo to drop down from above and land directly on top of Kirby. Y/n catches his winged gadget, holding it securely and watching them hurtle to the ground.

They’ll be fine.

She spots April yelling out to them and waving to catch their attention from the ledge of a building nearby. She grabs the rods that controlled the wings, tilting them and flying over.

“Hey,” Y/n almost crashes into her, steadying herself before looking up with a grin, “Someone order a saviour?” She jokes, holding up Leo’s wings. 

“April, hang on!” Donnie yells, having crashed onto the rooftop right next to them. He pulls out a grappling hook and fires it. The hook lands on the ledge, gripping the edge. 

“Or... that.” Y/n shrugs, watching Donnie climb over. April allows herself to be picked up by him, and Donnie quickly makes his way back over to the rooftop. Y/n spots the other three crashing into the warehouse they had planned to catch Kirby in, jumping off the ledge and flying over. 

She gets there just as a cage lands over Kirby, trapping him inside. Raph and Mikey look beaten up, a bruise forming on the latter’s arm. She quickly folds in the wings with a click of a button and runs over. 

“Where else are you hurt?” She fusses over the both of them, drawing out some water and beginning to heal their abdomens.

“Dad!” April runs over in a hurry, Donnie shutting the door behind her so no one else could come in or spot them.

“Dad...” April says softly, her hands on the cold, metal bars enclosing Kirby. He shrinks back, fear-filled eyes watching her. She reaches in, placing a warm hand on his forehead. He closes his eyes, hissing softly at the tender touch.

“What’re we going to do with him? I mean, keep him caged forever? Feed him a steady diet of mice and flies?” April asks desperately.

“Actually, bats love moths and spiders too, so-”

April’s gasp is all it takes for Donnie to shut his mouth.

“Sorry.”

“This is all my fault. If I hadn’t lied to dad...” April whispers, hanging her head. Y/n had finished healing both Raph and Mikey, guiding the water back into her water bag. She glares at Donnie, signalling for him to admit what they had done. He looks away, cheeks splotched with red and eyes filled with shame. She rolls her eyes at his reaction.

Running away must be in their genes.

“Listen, don’t blame yourself April. It was our fault.” Mikey starts to comfort her, the other three turtles watching with wide eyes, realising what Mikey was about to do.

“We spilled the mutagen, we’ll fix it.” Realisation dawns on April when she hears Mikey’s words, the other three turtles gesturing wildly behind her for him to stop talking.

“What...? You guys...you guys spilled the mutagen?”

“Yeah,” Mikey confirms with a nod, to the chagrin of his brothers, “We accidentally unleashed all that mutagen all over the city. But, don’t worry, we’ll get it back.”

“You...you-!” April’s voice is filled with rage.

Y/n takes a step to the side, letting them feel the consequences of their actions. Definitely not because she didn’t want to be yelled at by April for something she didn’t do.

“I swear, by Darwin’s beard, we’ll cure him!” Donnie tries to do damage control, failing horribly. 

“You mutated my father!” April’s anger builds up into a crescendo, standing defensively in front of Kirby who hisses angrily. His claws tear the metal bars apart as if they were made of paper, flying out of the cage and towards them. 

“No!” April tumbles to the floor from the impact, picking herself up hurriedly. Kirby swerves towards her, ready to pick April up and carry her away once again. She screams, holding her arms up to protect herself. 

Y/n acts quickly, sending a trail of water towards her and bending it into a wall of ice that shields April. Donnie runs towards Kirby with a yell, spinning his bo staff and harshly knocking Kirby back.

Kirby squeals, flying up and out of the warehouse, away into the night. “Dad!” April helplessly watches him leave.

Guilt is apparent on all the turtle’s faces, none of them able to look either Y/n or April in the eyes. Donnie reaches his hand out to April pleadingly, silently begging for forgiveness.

“Don’t!” April’s enraged, hitting away his outstretched hand. She breathes heavily, fury in her gaze. “Don’t touch me. You keep away from me. I never wanna see your faces ever again.” She spits out, turning around and running out of the warehouse.

“April!” Donnie calls out desperately. 

“Let her go, man, give her some space.” Raph places his hand on Donnie’s shoulder in a way of comfort.

“Y/n...” Leo grabs her wrist gently. She looks at him, his shoulders slouched and eyes downcast. He needed comfort right now. She embraces him in a brief hug, his hands slowly circling her waist. 

He leans into her arms, gently placing his chin on her shoulders. Her palms lay flat on his upper shell, patting him softly. After a few more moments in her embrace, he stands back up, cheeks pink with embarrassment. 

The other three had given them privacy, Mikey and Raph trying to comfort Donnie. Y/n sighs, taking a step back from Leo. 

“I’ll go stay with her. I wasn’t a part of...this.” She winces at Donnie’s wounded expression, wishing she had chosen her words a little more wisely. “I’ll look after her.”

“Thank you.” Donnie mumbles.

She walks out of the warehouse, sparing a glance behind her and seeing the four head back to the lair from the rooftops.

Heading off to search for April, she walks back to her apartment, figuring that was the first place she’d be.

Y/n knocks on the door, waiting patiently. “If it’s Donnie, go away.” She hears a muffled response.

“It’s me.” She calls out. The soft thuds of footsteps make their way to the door, opening it to reveal April. 

“Don’t you look a sight.” Y/n remarks, taking in April’s eyes that were rimmed with red, her splotchy cheeks, and the tears running down her face. “Did you know about all...this?” April sniffles, glaring at her half-heartedly. 

“Not a thing. I honestly just found out a short while before you did.” Y/n shakes her head. April steps to the side, allowing her to enter. Y/n notices the slightly ajar door to Kirby’s bedroom, figuring that it was where April had found solace before she had arrived.

Y/n walks to the kitchen, rummaging around for some more tea. She boils the water, mimicking what Kirby had done earlier. Upon brewing two mugs of mint tea, she heads back to the living room where April sat on the couch, her eyes blank and hugging a pillow from her father’s room. Her feet were curled under her, toes gripping the couch seat.

She sets down a mug on the coffee table in front of April, having cooled down the hot tea so that they could drink it without burning their tongues. April doesn’t move, so Y/n sets down her mug, and picks up April’s. 

She slowly loosens one of the hands that gripped the pillow tightly, setting the warm mug in it and covering April’s hand with her own. The heat seems to make April stir slightly, only now noticing the tea in her hand. 

Y/n encourages her to take a sip by slowly moving her to sit more upright, and April finally does so. She finally takes a sip, the liquid becoming saltier from the tears that splashed into the mug.

Y/n doesn’t comment, letting April’s heartbreaking sobs echo throughout the apartment. Her body shakes with each cry, the pillow now soaked with her tears. Y/n grabs a few tissues from the box on the coffee table, gently pressing them against April’s cheeks to absorb her tears. 

She patiently wipes away some snot on April’s philtrum, scrunching up the wet tissues on the coffee table. Helping April stand up, she guides her to Kirby’s bedroom, slowly sitting her down and tucking her under the bedsheets. April lets out a sniffle now and then, having calmed down a little after crying her heart out.

“Thank you.” Y/n hears her friend whisper, and she smiles kindly in response.

She makes herself comfortable beside her, knowing that her friend needed company and comfort. She lays down beside April, holding her hand gently. It’s quiet for a while, but Y/n senses that April still hadn’t fallen asleep yet. She parts her lips, starting to tell a tale she never wanted to recount.

“My parents were like wandering nomads,” She feels April turn towards her, probably curious about what she was about to say, “They wanted to explore the world and fight back against the Fire Lord’s reign by stirring up rebellions in the other nations.

But I was born.” Y/n inhales deeply, feeling a pained pang in her heart.

“They wanted to pursue their dreams and ambitions more than they wanted to take care of me. So, they left me with my father’s brother: my uncle. He was the chief of our tribe, and my father’s ambitions which lay elsewhere brought shame to his family. 

They hid the real reason as to why they left and told me that he had died on the way to our sister tribe at the hands of the Fire Nation. The day I left with Aang, Sokka and Katara, my uncle told me the truth. My parents had settled down in the Earth Kingdom, and they didn’t want to come back.” Y/n feels the tears start to well in her eyes, and she uses her wrist to roughly rub her eyes.

“When we reached the Earth Kingdom and found Toph, I also found my parents. But, they didn’t remember me.” Y/n admits. April’s body had shifted to face her, her nose scrunched up and on the brink of tears. 

“They didn’t remember their child.” Y/n lets out a breathless laugh, bitterness laced in her words.

“But Kirby, he’s different. He loves you and would do anything for you. It’s the reason why he shielded you from the mutagen too.” She turns to April who had started to cry silently, sniffling at the reminder.

Y/n smiles softly. “He’s your father, no matter what shape or form he’s taken.” She pats April’s head lightly, stroking her hair in a gentle lullaby. She watches April’s eyes start to close, the repetitive stroking lulling her to sleep. 

Y/n moves her hand away, getting up and heading to the living room, quietly shutting the door behind her. She grabs a blanket, remembering to set the empty mugs in the basin to wash the next morning. 

Lying down on the couch, she stares up at the ceiling, memories starting to flood her brain. Encountering her parents and coming to terms with their lack of love towards her was the hardest thing she ever had to do. Recounting it was even worse.

Pushing down the swell of pain that threatened to make her eyes water, she shuts her eyes, letting the cool breeze of the night calm her. She drifts off quickly after, tired from the stressful day she’s had.

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Ease the Tension

Sfw, Levi x Reader, Drabble, No Warnings—Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!

You laugh at Levi’s jokes, despite the questionable humor. No one expects it, least of all him. You have a nice laugh.

You don’t laugh because the joke is funny, not by a long shot.

It had been something juvenile, something involving the commander and his alleged bathroom habits—you can’t even remember what exactly the Captain had said; it had taken you by such surprise that by the time the high-pitched giggles had come tumbling past your lips the specific wording he had used had been lost on you.

He’s an easy man to be intimidated by, with his cool and level stare and his lips perpetually set into a thin line, and the last thing you had expected so soon after meeting him for the first time had been for him to make a joke you would have expected from a boy in his first few years of schooling.

It has to be the anxiety. There is no other explanation for why you have tears pricking the corners of your eyes right now. Your stomach almost aches from your fit of laughter.

“Oh, no,” Hange says from beside you, gasping in horror, “absolutely not. Don’t encourage him!”

You sputter through a few more dying giggles, burying your face in your hands to hide your embarrassingly wide smile. You still can’t wipe it from your face. This hadn’t been how you’d planned for this introduction to go—you’d wanted to make a good impression on Humanity’s Strongest Soldier, given that you’re merely a transfer from the Garrison Regiment in light of recent events.

Hange had been kind enough to offer to introduce you to the other higher-ups you’d be working with as a veteran, given that they were close friends with people like the famed Captain and the Commander, himself. You don’t want to reflect poorly on them.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry—I don’t know what came over me.”

“Don’t get any ideas, Shorty,” you can still hear the section commander chiding Levi playfully, their voice lilting in a way that comes from many years of casual friendship, “this is a fluke—it doesn’t mean you’re actually funny.”

When he doesn’t immediately answer, you find yourself peeking from above the tips of your fingers. The curiosity is practically a living thing, bouncing around inside of you and threatening to burst forth if you don’t see his face this instant.

God, he probably thinks I’m so dumb.

Your eyes are met with grey, trained closely on your every move. Your heart leaps unexpectedly at the way he stares with slightly widened eyes, cheeks tinged just the slightest bit pink. Although his lips still press together without expression, his jaw has slackened, some, as if he almost wants to gape openly at the idea that someone would laugh at his jokes.

Hange cackles, slapping a hand across their own knee.

“Oh, look at him,” they snicker, hunched over with glee, “he doesn’t even know how to react—he’s never made it this far, before.”

Finally, Levi glances over at them from the corner of his eye, cheeks still flushed.

“I’m gonna dangle you over the edge of the walls until your precious Titans come to greet you, Four-eyes,” he grumbles, but there’s no real venom behind it, “then I’ll drop you, and you can study ‘em up close and personal.”

Hange nudges you with an elbow, “He’s been saying that for years, and here I stand.”

“Just waiting for you to let your guard down…”

Again, a more muted set of giggles bubble up within you. You hide them behind your hand.

There’s something comforting about such a renowned soldier bantering childishly with a friend. Your earlier nerves have eased without you immediately noticing. His eyes flicker back to you at the sound, but quickly they flit away again when you catch him.

The tips of his ears begin to find their color, as well.

“I apologize for the wait, I had some leftover matters to attend to,” another voice, deep and elegant, draws everyone’s attention. You turn towards the doorway to find the imposing figure of Erwin Smith standing inside of it. “This is the one you spoke so highly of, then, Hange?”

Hange’s voice rings excitedly in your ear as they wave him over, but even with the famed Commander of the Scouts in the room with you, you feel your eyes drifting back to another before you can stop them.

You don’t really mind, though. Pink is certainly his color.

[pjisskullourful]

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🥁 Ethan × reader

NSFW🔥 filthy namecalling satan-honoring explicit fuckfest

° Ethan Torchio & female reader insert

° you enjoy Ethan’s drumming far beyond just admiring his musical talents. he thinks you might have a fixation- but he doesn’t know the half of it...

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° this is for my baby jace(@wow-ihateithere) a gift to celebrate them passing their GED test this week💋 they are almost too much fun to collab with on a fic- not just cos they send me pics of their puppers. thanks for bringing this idea to me& then letting me runoff rabidly screaming with it. thanks for providing some of the dirrty talk& all the encouragement& enthusiasm [ask& it shall be given- requests are open!]

° none of the lyrics included were written by me!

         Does everyone stare this way at you I only look this way at you

Ethan was more excited than usual to get back home - practically leaping out of the van before it had come to a complete stop in front of his house. He was a homebody (that fact had never been challenged in the nine months of your relationship). But this wasn't just the relief of getting back to his cocoon where he had everything he needed. This was barely restrained glee at being done with the press engagements in Russia.

This was a kid rushing to get to the tree on Christmas morning - the Ludwig drum set had been delivered during your absence and he had been eagerly awaiting the chance to get his hands upon it. It was the single most significant set of his life (a gift from the company to celebrate him becoming their global ambassador) and you knew it was killing him that he wasn't the first one to see it. One of the band's assistants, Gaia, had let the people from Ludwig into the house, setting the kit up in the studio space Ethan had created from the existing garage. Gaia had sent him a photo of it, unpacked and assembled, but that had served to only whet his appetite.

Even though entirely distracted, his long-practiced manners didn't fail him and he helped with your luggage, taking the responsibility of your heaviest bag, like always.

But once the front door was unlocked, and the suitcases were dragged inside, he was gone. He sped off for the studio, moving far too fast for you to instantly keep up with. You had to talk yourself into the effort of rushing after him - in the interest of seeing the look on his face, of seeing that genuine first reaction, of filming this milestone in his career. He would want to remember this, this was an accomplishment that couldn’t be undersold. 

You couldn’t quite catch up to him, but you were able to step through the door less than a minute after him. He was already at the glossy new kit, on the opposite side to the stool as he took in the sight. You were fumbling to get your phone out of your pocket, not wanting your camera to miss any more of his giddy response. He ran his fingers gently over the separate cymbals, a smile on his face. 

When you stood beside him, bringing his face into the digital frame, you wanted to melt at that grin - it was so honestly ecstatic, he was proud of himself beyond worrying of coming across as cocky. The joy was radiating off of him, picking you up in the surge of triumph.

“This is the single most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He said before quickly looking at you. “You see: I said thing, therefore you’re still the most beautiful, ‘cause you’re a person.” He gave a knowing nod, making you giggle. “Why are you filming me?”

“It’s a home movie and this is what you take home movies of- cute shit. And right now, my boyfriend is the cutest thing in the whole world.” You said. “This is something we’re gonna wanna look back on- you made this happen, baby. You and your talents and your determination, you made this gorgeous, one-of-a-kind set come into your life. Don’t you wanna have this moment captured forever?”

His eyes dropped shyly from yours, instead looking at the hi-hat as he traced a finger around its circumference. "You're right."

He started to very slowly walk around the kit, a look of awe on his face as his eyes carefully took in every detail. He was behaving like he hadn’t seen this drum set before, but he had already spent a day posing for the campaign photos - sitting in front of it, on top of it, behind it, standing next to it. You had figured that he had already memorised every detail, but now he was looking it over with great appreciation.

You couldn’t fault him for this, even you (who had known next to nothing about drums, prior to becoming his girlfriend) were finding plenty to admire of this brand new set. There wasn't a single smudgy fingerprint, the metallic finishes catching the light and you were certain that even Ethan, known as a perfectionist who was anal enough to rule over all others, wouldn't find anything to offend the eye.

"Are you gonna play something for me- I mean, take them for a test drive."

He paused, resting his knee on the stool before looking up at you. "What? You don't think I should get changed first?" He ran his hands down the front of his black lace singlet. "I feel like I've been wearing this outfit for days."

You licked your lips, eyes dropping to the tight, mostly see-through fabric that left so much of his throat, and all of his arms, on display. “Well, you kinda have been wearing it for days. But you should keep wearing it. I already told you, you look ridiculously sexy in that.”

“Actually…” He flipped his long hair back off of his shoulder as he sat down, entering his zone of power. “I believe your phrasing was- the perfect attire to rail you into oblivion.”

You laughed, the sound coming out a little strangled and you dropped your eyes to the phone screen - finding it easier to look at him through the camera, than trying to directly meet his eye. “I’ll have to edit that part out in post before I think of showing this to anyone.”

He was smirking, clearly pleased with his ability to make you squirm. “Oh, really? ‘Cause Tom was literally right there in the room when you said that.”

You awkwardly readjusted your hold on the phone, mentally cursing his ability to remember so many details with perfect clarity - always ready to remind you of any inappropriate or stupid things you said. “What are you gonna play?”

This succeeded in distracting him and saving yourself from further teasing. A thoughtful look came over his face and the hi-hat made a gentle clash as he lightly depressed the foot pedal. “I dunno…” He had plucked out a pair of drumsticks, twirling one across his knuckles, keeping it balanced without exercising any concentration. “So many options.”

“Do you take requests?” You asked. You had taken a few steps away and to the side - by now, you had gotten pretty good at filming him as he drummed, you knew where to stand to capture his movements best.

He stopped the stick from spinning, immediately securing it in his hand and hitting it against the crash cymbal, a much more dramatic sound this time. “Yes, but if you dare say-”

“Space Jam!” You shouted, easily drowning out his voice as he said the same song title.

He scowled at you, making you giggle. The theme song from the Quad City DJ’s had become a running joke amongst Måneskin and their traveling team, during the seemingly endless car and plane rides all over Europe.

It had begun with Victoria - as most of the running jokes amongst the crew did. She had gotten the song stuck in her head upon viewing the 1996 movie for the first time at Damiano's insistence. She had nothing else positive to say about the experience, but the song hadn’t been far from her mind in the month or so since.

But it had really caught on when, during a particularly long photo session, she had taken to filling any kind of silence with an enthusiastic ‘welcome to the space jam, it’s your chance, do your dance- at the space jam’. This had been met with polite chuckles at first - Ethan had been the first to roll his eyes, trying to cover her mouth with his hand. Then Damiano had taken to throwing olives from the craft services table at her. But she had persisted, always making herself laugh.

The next morning Ethan had a few notifications awaiting him from the group chat that the four bandmates shared via Snapchat. It began with something from Thomas, timestamped at three in the morning - his singing voice getting your attention as you rolled over in the bed to see what was going on. ‘Come on and slam, and welcome to the jam’, Ethan (with his eyes barely open) had frowned at the screen of his phone as his friend dissolved into laughter, regaining his composure to share a few more of the lyrics, ‘talkin' 'bout a space jam’. More breathless chortles followed before he cheered out, ‘alright’. Victoria had responded with a video of herself singing as well. Damiano’s response was to correct all of the lyrics they had gotten wrong. Ethan had expressed himself with one typed message, ‘I’m leaving the band, I miss the days of not knowing you dorks’.

It was now a part of your daily vernacular - a war cry, a punchline to any joke, a way to diffuse a situation that had gotten unnecessarily serious, it was shouted out as a suggestion at any soundcheck.

"That- you're not allowed to say that."

You poked your tongue out at him. "Why, 'cause you can't play it?"

He shook his head, lips moving over silent curse words. He redirected his gaze to the kit in front of him, his brow falling into that knot of concentration again.

He began strictly on the cymbals, bringing a soft percussion into the room - manipulating the discs with ease. You adjusted your hold on the phone, tracking the movements as he brought the stick to the drums, beginning to tap out a beat.

You couldn’t instantly identify this rhythm as he shifted into a combination of the cymbals and the elevated drums, staying clear of the bass drum for the moment. He was steadily increasing both his pacing and the force with which he hit the instrument.

It wasn’t one of his songs - all of those were well and truly committed to your memory after watching him play them so many times. But he moved through the chords with the certainty of something well-practiced.

Working on the vast task of figuring out which song this was - it fell from the top of your list of priorities very quickly.

Instead your focus was landing purely on him. He was bobbing his head as he picked up speed and watching how his hair moved had you immediately mesmerized. His lips were moving over lyrics you couldn’t hear and trying to read them would be a waste of time, especially when the flex of his biceps was demanding your attention. Those flawless hands didn’t fumble even once - every movement so precise but without any labour, it was all so fluid.

His body was like a fine-tuned instrument all its own and watching him move like this never got old, it never stopped amazing you how natural he looked. He was poetry in motion, at one with his greatest passion.

It was thrilling to see, a privilege to behold in this purest form.

It got your heart racing, pumping quicker than the song he was playing. Looking at his arms had you licking your lips and feeling a heat in your cheeks. You wanted that power upon you, the thought alone had your panties feeling tighter - but you wouldn’t want him to hold back, you would want him to lose control and stop caring about the progression of a song. You wanted that part of the song where he was drumming so unbelievably fast, moving so quickly that you checked to make sure your own footage hadn’t been sped up without your knowledge.

He built up to a fitting closure, skirting across the skins of the drums and striking the cymbals to life one final time. As opposed to a dramatic slam to close out the song, it wrapped up neatly, not building any higher.

“I can’t really clap with my phone in my hand…” You said, aware of the sweat coating your palm. “But, woo.” Your shout gave him a jolt before he shook his head at you, a good-natured smile on his face.

He turned on the stool to face you. “What if you just stopped filming? Like, for five seconds- you won’t die, I promise.”

“I… you’re probably right, but I-...”

“Oh come on, surely you have enough videos of me drumming by now.” He said. “What is your fixation with me filming me while I’m drumming?”

You paused, taking the excuse of cutting off the recording to look down. You had to choose your words carefully, keeping your eyes on your phone for longer than was necessary. “I… Well, I don’t know that I would call it a fixation, per se. You’re just really talented and it’s impressive. And it’s motivating. Why can’t you just let me admire you? I mean, you like watching me when I’m putting makeup on.”

“Yeah, because you’re beautiful and you’re, like, a wizard with that stuff.” He said - the only boyfriend you had ever had show any kind of interest in your career. You never had to prompt him to get an acknowledgement of your eyeliner or lipstick. He wanted to watch your process because it didn’t bore him, he loved when you asked him for opinions on which colour eyeshadow to use.

“Right, and now you know how I feel.”

He smiled and held a hand out to you. “You come here to me.”

You tucked your phone into the pocket of your jeans, only too happy to do as instructed. You walked around to that hallowed space behind the drums, where he was in command of everything, the backbone of every gig.

Once within grabbing distance, he took your hand in his, kissing the back of it. You smiled, the change in mood making you feel a little bashful. You could feel those beginning tickles of your composure being disturbed, knowing it wouldn’t take much for you to become flustered.

He placed his other hand to the hip furthest from him and gave you a light tug, pulling you closer so he could place your ass on his lap. You sat sidesaddle, putting an arm around his shoulders while his arm encircled your waist - now your heart was definitely racing. He kissed you quickly, indulging in none of the heat that was currently rushing beneath your skin.

This was the first time you had been totally alone with him in more than a week - totally alone without some sort of schedule looming over you, no deadlines to kill the mood. You didn’t have to share him with any of his work commitments. He was just your boyfriend, with his body against yours.

He had linked his fingers through yours and the fatigue you had been feeling from such relentless changes in scenery, with so much energy bombarding you from all directions - it had faded away. Looking in his eyes, you didn’t feel tired or worn-out any longer.

"What song was that?" You asked, noticing how his eyes were currently on your lips.

"Oh, it's this old Police song- I listened to them heaps with my mum when I was a kid. It's called Does Everyone Stare." He said. "It sounds better when there's the guitars and the vocals and everything, but…"

"No, no, I like it just the way it was." You said, stroking your fingers along the side of his neck. "There was nothing to distract me from you. That's the ideal for me…"

He smiled, leaning in a bit closer, his nose bumping against your own. "Thank you, baby."

His lips met yours and you were flying, holding your arm around him tighter. You took his hand out of yours, placing your hand onto his cheek, stroking your fingers across his pronounced cheekbone.

You drew him in closer, feeling him holding you more securely. Your mouth grew slack, allowing his tongue to pass between your lips. He massaged along the roof of your mouth and you applied your nails against his neck, lightly scraping. 

You could feel the heat from his body (it didn’t matter that you were both still fully clothed, it was there demanding for you to notice) and you wanted to drink in more of it. You knew what could happen if you followed that heat - your hands would know where to go until there were noises to go with that heat. You knew he would let you, he would let you follow the heat until it was scorching, hot enough to rival any volcano.

But then you would have to confess that it was a fixation, that too often you were deriving a sexual thrill from watching him go to work. And it was embarrassing, to make his hard work about you. He was simply doing his job, undoubtedly not thinking about you, too preoccupied by the music - but you were feeling that neverending throb in your soul.

He didn't need to know that you were experiencing arousal without a touch from him - that could shatter his concentration.

You sighed, his mouth leaving yours. Your head spun for a moment, your eyes shut as the after effects still traveled through you.

"I just can't believe it." He said, a dreamy smile on his face. "And it's not just 'cause I literally never have to buy drums for the rest of my life…"

He was thinking about his accomplishment and you couldn't help smiling as well - his excitement was so endearing, so well earnt. You wanted him to continue basking in this pride because he did deserve it. This moment was about him and you didn't raise any complaints.

"That's how it should be." You said. "You're so exceptional, you deserve getting treated like the brightest star in the sky." You grabbed his arm with a harder grip, to go along with this change in tune. "Because that's what you are, Ethan."

He made a face of comical discomfort. "Aah, stop. That's more than enough. I can't even say that you're making me blush, it's the next stage from that and I don't- what's that called?"

"If it's what's on your face right now, then it's called adorable perfection."

"Okay, definitely stop now." He said, placing his hands to your hips to gently guide you off of his lap.

You stood up, using both hands to push his hair away from his face before he could disappear behind it entirely. "I love you and, unfortunately for you, I also really love complimenting you."

He gave a half-hearted eye roll, turning his head so that he could momentarily press his teeth against your shoulder. "Please."

"Please, what?" You asked, teasing him as his body had been teasing you with every second spent in that low-cut singlet. "Use your words, babe."

He got to his feet, smiling as he grabbed your face with both hands. He brought you in for a quick, closed-mouthed kiss. "I love you too." You felt a crinkle come into the bridge of your nose to accompany the smile you now wore for him. "You wanna come with- I need to take a shower, that hotel body wash crap, I can feel how dry it made my skin, still."

"I should… my mum wanted me to call her when we got back, she is still after me to set up that lunch. So I should probably do that now before I forget, again."

He gave you one last peck - this time on your forehead. Then he started to leave and you pulled your phone out of your pocket.

But when you were alone in the room, you let your true intentions take over. Erring on the side of caution, your first act was to ensure the volume on your phone was completely silenced.

You shot one more look towards the doorway, needing him to be gone. You didn't want his memory of this remarkable accomplishment to be altered by your lust, you had to take care of this on your own. You didn't think he would complain or carry any kind of grudge, but you would be annoyed at yourself for stealing his thunder.

You undid your jeans, one hand still occupied by your phone and you tapped onto the newest video in your camera roll. There he was - not as perfect as he had been when directly in front of you, but still enough to make you feel desperate heat coming from your pussy.

You ached, looking at his arms that looked like they had been carved by the most skilled sculptor. You were reaching into your underwear, across your mound, using two fingers to spread your lips apart. You looked at his broad shoulders as you slowly rolled a finger to your already-pulsing clit. The wetness was instantly present, you were somewhat surprised by the amount of moisture that was awaiting you.

You moved your finger in slow circles, watching him just standing and talking to you, gesturing as he spoke, totally oblivious to how filthy your inner monologue had been as you hid behind your camera. You couldn't help but imagine these new sensations were coming from him, his tongue, and you pressed harder circles around your clit.

Your breath got stuck in your throat and your eyes fluttered shut, losing track of how perfectly his hair swayed. You wanted to have him admire you as he had his new set, to have him fondle you - to walk around you slowly as he tried to figure out how he was going to play with you. Looking back at the vision of him on the phone, your hands ached to be touching that body, to seek out your favourite places on him. 

You had added two more fingers, which were now very wet, only finding more moisture as you continued to circle around your clit. You couldn't help but press harder when he sat down behind the drums - sitting in his seat of ultimate power. A look of pure confidence was on his face.

Your excitement increased when he was drumming. Watching his raw talent on display, he was gone from rational thought, his perfect body knowing what to do.

There was a dull moan coming from your throat as you found yourself overwhelmed by simply watching his arms. You spread your fingers, running them down your pussy, crossing over your labia majora, which seemed to be filled with intense sensitivities already. You cupped your pussy, feeling how swollen and hot it was, acknowledging that there was no going back - you had to come, needed that release before your lust for him drove you insane.

You sought out your entrance, finding where you could slide inside. Your mouth dropped open as you started to pump your fingers, beginning to fuck yourself, thorough strokes making your hand that held the phone shake wildly.

Your wrist became limp, as you felt that maybe you didn’t need the video anymore - you didn’t need the extra inspiration to get you over the edge because your boyfriend was already a flood in your mind. Your head dropped, eyes squeezed shut. You had a vague awareness of how laboured your breathing sounded now. But mostly all that you could hear now was the blood pumping through your ears as your entire body was lit up.

Your cunt was clenching tighter, the strokes from your finger struggling to find a home as they had before. You were realising that this wasn’t the ideal position for masturbating, your rhythm wasn’t as effective as it could be. But it was far too late to change from your upright stance. You could feel the jitters getting ready to take over your body, your thighs shaking so violently, the strength in your knees ready to leave you altogether. 

In the darkness behind your eyelids, you could see stars and you were so ready to dance among them.

“I found- what- are you-”

You let out a cry of both surprise and pain, when you heard Ethan’s voice. You yanked your hand out of your underwear, feeling groggy as you looked up.

Why wasn’t he in the shower? Why was he back in this room, wearing the exact same outfit as when he had left less than ten minutes ago? When had he come in?

Your mouth was so dry and you shivered, feeling small under his gaze as he approached. “I- but you- I didn’t- this is-”

His brow was furrowed and he was looking at the screen of your phone, which was at an ideal angle for him to see exactly was playing across the small screen. “Is that- you just took that video, is this why?”

You shook your head quickly, your clean hand finding the button to lock the screen into blackness, even though it was too late, for some reason you thought this might help you save some of your dignity. “No, n-no, I didn’t plan on…” Your eyes grew wide as he got closer, fear making you hold your breath. “It’s not what it looks like.”

He was looking at you so carefully, studying your current state. He linked his fingers around your wrist, lifting your hand up to his eye-level as he curiously observed the moisture there. “Are you sure?”

“Well, I just-...”

Your mouth dropped open, any other words dying in your throat as soon as he had brought your dirtied fingers into his mouth, his tongue appreciating over your knuckles as he took in the cum that marked you. His eyes locked onto your face, making you feel like you were totally naked.

“Okay, let’s say that it isn’t what it looks like.” He said calmly. “But how it tastes- that’s irrefutable.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t-...”

“Were you watching me drum so that you could get off, or was that a coincidence that the video just happened to be playing when you already felt a little itch that had to be scratched?” He asked, resting one hand on the wall alongside you, making you press back against the wall.

“Well, I…” It was embarrassing, possibly the most embarrassing instance of being caught in the act of your entire life. He was making you admit that you did have a fixation - a dirty one and things would be different in your relationship now. Would he let you continue to come to soundchecks?

He was still holding onto your wrist, his tongue coming back to your fingers, wrapping around them and sucking at the fingertips. He lowered down to the V between your pointer and middle fingers - you hadn’t realised you had gone deep enough to spread your cum down that far. But he made a show of cleaning this, his tongue sliding between the two fingers. He didn’t blink, watching your reaction and you felt pulsations in your cunt, recalling so many memories of having his tongue inside of you.

“Be honest baby, have you touched yourself over me drumming before?” He asked.

You shut your eyes, resting your head back against the wall, you were so tired of feeling like he could read your mind. “I… yes, maybe, like, once or twice.”

“Really?” He whispered, lips against your temple, more of his body heat on yours. “What is it that you like so much? ‘Cause I’m not trying to seduce you, I’m just doing my job. It’s a little…” You had instinctively leant closer to him. “Perverted…” Your gut clenched as he put so much emphasis on this single word, letting it strike down deep into you. “Don’t you think?”

You licked your lips, finding the strength to open your eyes and look up at him. “It really is.”

He was smiling, a wicked kind of smile that brought a sparkle to his warm eyes. “So what do you like about it?” He kissed the side of your face, his breath so hot on your skin. “Is it that I’m ignoring you? Do you think that while I’m not looking you can get away with being ridiculously naughty and dirty? ‘Cause thinkin’ like that, that usually gets you into a lot of trouble, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.”

You thought of spankings, being tied down, hot wax dripped on your skin, not being allowed to come, overstimulation or too little stimulation. He had an arsenal of ways to punish you and you loved when he dipped into that, loved to watch him get so much pleasure from your pain.

“So, is that it?” He asked, lips at your ear.

“No- well, not entirely.”

“Really?” He had placed both of his hands onto the wall, resting above the top of your head. He rocked his weight forward, his body holding yours in place. “What’s the rest of it?”

“You’re just so passionate, you’re like this burning ball of passion and it makes you not hold back.” You put your arm around his waist, eyes dropping down to his lips or neck, as opposed to meeting his eye right now, so that you could keep talking, keep following this train of thought. “It’s so sexy and the way your body moves, the way you have so much power. It makes me feel so weak, so fuckin’ weak. Your arms, your chest, your hair, the way you never screw up, not even a single beat- it just makes me weak and I just… I think about how much weaker you could make me, how you could take that power and destroy me and I want that.”

He was smiling, more often than not he was too bashful to let you compliment him. He would get uncomfortable, unsure of what to say, preferring to let the music speak for him. But this route of complimenting wasn’t being rebuked, he was letting you talk and it made you want to keep talking, to express the aroused chaos in your mind.

“Destroy you?” One of his eyebrows was cocked, there wasn’t any sense of awkwardness - instead he was looking downright amused. “What happened to me being the nicest boy you’d ever met, the kind of boy you actually want to introduce to your parents, hm? How does that fit in with you getting destroyed?”

“I don’t know.” You said, honestly. “It doesn’t make any sense how you can play the loudest instrument, but then you’re just so quiet and introspective and soft and-” Your eyes grew wide as you saw his mouth open, prepared to question. “I didn’t mean, not soft, not like- I didn’t mean it like-”

“Shh.” He was shaking his head with a smile. “I think you should stop talking now baby, okay?”

“Okay.”

He changed his stance, one arm going around your waist while he reached lower to lift your leg from the ground. You picked your other leg up, holding it by his side as you wrapped your arms securely around his shoulders. You left the ground, your chest pressed flush to his and this was when he finally kissed you, leaving you instantly breathless.

You felt weightless, all of your earlier embarrassment leaving you as your vulnerability was being rewarded. He had heard your confession and he still wanted you, he still wanted to partake in your fantasies. You were vaguely aware of him walking, the world moving around you, but you didn’t care where he was taking you - you just wanted to kiss him and feel that hardness growing beneath his black jeans.

Your eyes fluttered open slowly as he gently returned you to the ground. You were behind the drumset, his arms leaving you. He sat down on the stool, undoing his pants as he looked at you, the look in his eyes unreadable. You bit your lip, a slight shake in your hands as you wanted to do something, but you hardly knew where to start. 

“You like watching me when I’m back here, you’re so into me doing my job that it gets you so hot that you have to touch yourself- so why don’t you come over here and we can finish you off, hm?” He didn’t need to finish speaking for you to start pushing your jeans down. “How about you play out your little perverted fantasy and you can ride me and pretend that I’m playing?”

“Yes.”

He finished covering his dick in a condom, looking at you and tilting his head to the side. “Yes what, naughty girl?”

“Yes, please.” You said, shedding your shirt and moving in closer to where his body heat began to touch your own.

His hands moved slowly up your back, they were warm but still, you shivered. “That’s better. Now come on, show me how you want it. Show me what you were thinking of that got that pussy so wet.”

You placed yourself upon his lap, legs spread so that your thighs could press against his skin. He moved you closer - the proximity of his tip to your cunt was impossible to ignore.

You worried of how the two of you would maintain your balance on the stool, you worried of an arm flailing out to damage his new pride and joy.

But you stopped worrying when he kissed you again - his open mouth on yours and his tongue sliding between your lips, eager to reclaim every part of you as his own. 

There was such a tight feeling in your chest and you could feel how irreversibly wet you were after already working yourself up so close to that edge of euphoria. He slid inside of you so effortlessly, your pussy immediately stretching to bring him in so deep. It had been a couple of days since you had been able to fully indulge in his body and you feared this could impede your staying power, sending you spiraling off before he could even begin to feel the hints of his climax.

His hands on your back pulled you down deeper, your wet heat almost engulfing his entire length straight away. Against your lips, he moaned, thrilled to be stuffing you again.

You felt yourself melting, a delirious harmony created by the strong, slow strokes of his tongue as his cock moved confidently inside of you. It was mostly up to you to set the pace, unable to match the speed or ferocity of his drumming just yet. Instead you let your cunt warm, adjusting to him as you pumped yourself up-and-down on him. You became a series of desperate quivers, feeling only weaker when you heard him losing his breath.

He was twitching inside of you and you pushed yourself deeper into your thrusts. You were aching for a rhythm, your thighs clenched so tightly around him as you aimed at the best tempo.

“C’mere baby.” His hold on you changed, squeezing your body in his arms as he got to his feet.

He took about half a step forward, placing you directly in front of the floor tom. You could feel that your rear was close to the lip of the free-standing drum, but mostly you held tight to him.

“Is this how you wanted it?” He asked, hitting into you at this new angle and making you whimper, before you could bite your lip to hold it back. “Is this powerful enough for you?” Your whole body was a dull ache as you nodded. “Does this make you feel weak, weak enough to be destroyed?”

You leant in closer, your lips hovering over his as more breaths got trapped in your chest. “Mm-hmm.”

He had one of your knees held up at his hip, spreading you wider than before and he took full advantage to fill you up, deeper. He was back in control, as it should be when he was behind a drum kit. His first action was to set the rhythm that he wanted - long, confident, powerful pumps allowing him to take you back up to that edge.

"Is this how you wanted it, hm?" He asked, his voice steady as he made you squirm with each determined hit that went straight to your core. "Is this how you were thinking of having my cock when you were touching yourself?"

"Yes, unh…" Your voice was quiet, especially in comparison to the other sounds in the room of his hips slapping into yours with increasing speed.

You reached your hand back, seeking the flat tom to help you brace yourself a little better. You gripped the drum, this steadiness allowing you to push into Ethan's thrusts harder and harder, each one a daunting wave. You spread your legs, letting him hit into your pelvic bone, with these collisions radiating out, your legs not feeling as capable as before.

He drove into you faster, a merciless rhythm that you thought would be difficult to maintain. But while you could, you held on. You arched your back, seeking to give him more to rut himself against. His hands brought you against him harder, always bringing you back in, bringing you to where there wasn't any separation between your bodies. You were bound to him, ready to mark his skin with the imprints from your nails as you held him, an unrelenting grip.

"You must've been close, hm?" His words strained. But fucking always had a way of making him more talkative. "This pussy gets so fuckin' tight when you're just about to come, or when you've just finished coming. And right now- unf, baby…" His resolve failed him at the moment and he dissolved into a series of groans. 

"I was…" Your eyes meeting his, your leg wrapping around his waist because you needed more. "And you didn't even have to try- unh. You got me so close and you weren't even in the room." You pressed a breathless kiss to his mouth. "You don't know what you do to me, even when you're not around- you get me so hot. You don't have to look at me or say anything, I just want you all the time- all of the fucking time." A happy whimper fell from your lips. "All of the time, Ethan."

“You’re such a little slut…” He lurched forward into you.

You moaned, face pressed into his muscular shoulder. “Mm-hmm, I’m your slut.”

He growled his way into an even faster rhythm, not a single second wasted without stimulation, glorious strokes in your sensitive cunt. “When is it gonna be enough? When is it gonna be enough fucking for my slut?”

“I don’t know, I don’t-...” You lengthened your thrusts into him, pushing up higher to slide down lower and truly feel all of your cunt being touched by his dick.

“You’re always so wet and so ready.” He said between deep breaths.

You were jolted out of your rhythm, your body spasming in an instant response to his finger finding the bud of your clitoris. For a moment you were frozen, too overwhelmed to know what to do and you felt your bliss coming so close to you. Your hold on the lip of the drum slipped and you sprawled back a bit further.

You could feel that it was too much, it would destroy you too fast, send you into a world beyond comprehension and leave you ruined within seconds. There wasn’t any hope of sinking into any rhythm set by how he swirled his finger in deep, lavish circles around your clit, there was only erratic bucking, your nerves frayed.

Your head spun and swam with relief when he retracted his finger again. You heard the sound of him sucking his fingers clean and you endeavoured to open your eyes. You had barely gotten them open when his fingers were at your parted lips, hesitating before pushing in, filling your mouth.

“What does that taste like to you, hmm?” He asked and you secured your lips around his two fingers, running your tongue all over the digits. “Would you agree that it tastes like a weak slut?”

He set his hips back into motion, a rhythmic pounding at your core that had you moaning and whining around the fingers in your mouth. “Mm-hmm. So weak.” You could hardly taste your own primal desperation, all of your senses were overwhelmed as you grew more-and-more horizontal, more of your body opening up to him. “So weak for you.”

While his body held strong, carrying him into an unrelenting pace - you were buckling. You were spasming wildly around his shaft, everything radiating out until your toes were curling.

The only strength that you possessed went into keeping your leg around his waist, your head lolling back into mid-air and you grasped his wrist with both hands because you were so very aware that he was the only thing keeping you from falling onto the ground. He kept bringing your hips back down to where he stood, holding you with an unfailing grip. With your poor core strength, you would have been landing directly on your head should he decide to let go of you.

But he held to you almost as tightly as you did him - needing your body, depending on you to carry him over that edge.

You arched your back and lifted your hips, your ass leaving the smooth drum head. You writhed up into him, electricity racing to control every nerve with every stroke of his length through you.

Your eyes rolled back, mouth agape as you felt your pussy walls eagerly clenching around him, keen to milk out every last part of his orgasm. You could feel that the dam was about to burst inside of you, that he was about to drag you into a pleasure that would block all your other senses out.

But he burst first - his hips stuttering forward as breathy moans turned into all out cries. He was plunged so deep, allowing you to feel every slight tremble and pulsation.

You forced yourself into action, regaining a second wind and strengthening your leg around his hips, your heel pressed determinedly against his ass. You chased your orgasm, unable to stop, bucking erratically to the climax you had been anticipating for so long. You ached for it, every movement an effort and you needed that relief.

“Are you gonna come for me, hmm?” His voice low, gasping, raspy - no competition for your squeals of delight. “Are you gonna bring your little fantasy to life… are you gonna come like the needy slut you are?”

“Yes, yes, yes- please, yes, ah!” You babbled, your voice breaking as your muscles begged you to stop, but your pussy demanded more.

“I was gonna…” He grunted, folding down over you, bringing a new pressure to your pelvis. “I was gonna have a shower, but you just couldn’t let me, could you? You needed me to come over here and fuck you- needed my cock, hm?” You were practically singing, unable to produce any words but still wanting to agree with him. “You needed me to own this body, didn’t you?”

“Mm-hmm, mm- ah, unn, oh.”

You convulsed, finally coming undone with him so deep inside of you, clenched so securely between your walls. Your hips snapped then held at his, your stomach dropping and your body wanted to curl up.

Your head raised as the twitches took over you, a strange crashing sound filling the room and your eyes snapped open. He was immediately looking up and reached above your head, steadying the ride cymbal before it could continue to rattle out its unexpected music.

You couldn’t help but start laughing, the relief bringing a louder noise than usual. “Did I…?”

He was chuckling as well. “Yeah, your head.” He straightened up and back a little. “Are you…”

You held a hand to your sweaty forehead, wondering when you would stop feeling like your heart was about to beat out of your chest. “I didn’t even feel it.”

“Oh, good.” He sank back down to sit on the stool with a sigh. “And you…”

You fought to get your breath back, the weird position you had contorted into was bringing a strain to your muscles that you could already feel. “Did my slutty, needy pussy come- is that what you were gonna ask?”

He laughed again. “Maybe not in those exact words, but…”

“Yes, baby. Yes, I did.” You reached out blindly and, without any words required, he grabbed your hands, helping you to sit up. “Is that offer to join you in the shower still good?”

“Of course.” He smiled, smoothing your hair back from your face and kissing you gently.

You stood up, grateful for the support of his arm around your middle. “We didn’t break the fancy new drums?”

“No, no- drums are built strong, they’re literally built to have the shit beat out of them. And especially these ones, highest of all high qualities.”

“Oh, good.” You said. “Maybe you broke me, though.”

He sighed. “Alright, I get it, you’re still enjoying being my weak little toy.” He paused from walking too far towards the doorway and turned to you, gathering you in his arms.

You felt giddy as he carried you out of the studio, into the other room, toward the bathroom. “Fuckin’... come on and slam, and welcome to the motherfuckin’ jam…”

You thought he might threaten to drop you at once. But he surprised you by singing. “We got a real jam goin’ down, welcome to the space jam.”

“Alright.” You sang out before the two of you started giggling, loud enough to fill the whole house.

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could u maybe do fic where it’s john and poppy again. maybe this time, the guy who didn’t stick around wants to take her away because it’s “his” daughter, and he’s like a really crappy human being. then like at her 5th or 6th birthday party, he shows up and like the england squad is there because they love poppy as well. then y/n gets nervous and the boys and john just go full on protective mode?

yessss!!!! i love this idea :)

piece by piece

inspired by piece by piece by kelly clarkson bc i felt it fits this request nicely :) enjoy x

You knew somewhere deep down that something wasn’t going to be right this week. You hadn’t been able to put your finger on it, really. At first thinking it was maybe just your emotions because your baby was turning five somehow, then you thought maybe it was the stress of unpacking into a brand new house so close to that birthday. But neither of those things seemed to really make you stressed out enough to cause such unease in your physical and mental being.

“Mummy do you know what uncle Jackie said?” Poppy asks, breaking you out of your trance with her sweet little voice as she sits on the kitchen counter next to you. She’s watching you wash her strawberries as she sits cross legged on that shining marble surface, literally brand new like the rest of the entire interior of the house that you and John picked out together. He hadn’t let you know a single solitary price tag on anything, ensuring that you didn’t hold back on a single choice because you worried about the cost. Years of being a single mother instilled that in you, but he was very slowly attempting to eradicate it. He had more money than he could ever spend, and thus absolutely adored spending it on you and his little Poppet. “What did he say, baby?” You encourage, her eyes lightening up at the opportunity to talk about her favourite uncle. Jack was such a big kid at heart and so he had got on so well with your daughter from the second John introduced them.

“He said he got me a birthday surprise!” She chimes happily, making you turn to smile at her. “Really?” You gasp, “Are you excited then?”

She nods her little head vigorously, pleats bouncing as she does so with a gap toothed grin, missing some of her baby teeth in waiting for her adult ones to start making an appearance. “Yes mummy.” She beams, “And thank you.” She adds as you hand her the hey duggee bowl full of fruit. “You’re welcome lovely, remember to put your star on your chart later for being fantastic while we’ve been moving.”

She nods her head again, that big proud smile on her face after you scoop her up and place her down on the floor so she can walk through to the living room to eat her fruit. “When’s daddy home?” She asks sweetly, making your heart ache in your chest with pure joy. You had been fully prepared to never have this, for it to be just you and her after her father walked out on you both. He just never cared. He was manipulative and nasty and he never actually loved either of you. He was the opposite of John in every way. He used to complain when she would cry in the night and then insult your capability as a mother.

John stays up late to read her stories with you if she won’t sleep and he’ll make room in the bed if she’s had a nightmare. He makes sure you know how much of an amazing mother you are and how much of a fantastic job you do every single day. He just loves you both and he’ll spend the rest of his life making sure you both grasp just how much that is. He’s perfect.

You chance a look down at your watch, “Not long now baby. Wanna jump out and scare him?”

Her giggles of glee and abundantly happy smile as she leaps off the couch towards you with enthusiastic nodding give you the answer that her words do not.

John is so happy to see her even when she leaps out at him shrieking like a wounded animal, making him jump a foot into the air in fright. He’s happy to see her after long day, good day, hard days, bad days, winning days, painful losing days and every other day in between. She’s happy to see her and happy to see you. John is always loving, always kind and when his patience wears thinner than he can manage with, an apology and an explanation is hot on his heels to follow. He’s helping you raise a little girl who knows that people make mistakes. Sometimes people get angry and snap, sometimes people get sad or slip up and do things they ordinarily wouldn’t and it’s important to know that mistakes are an incredible learning curve. An apology and usually a snack can clear things up as long as behaviour actually changes. It’s one of the million reasons that John is the best dad you’ve ever known, certainly he’s miles clear of the man who is biologically your daughters father.

Just the thought of him puts a sour taste in your mouth.

“You know she’s gonna wake us up at like, five thirty at the latest, right?” You note, craning your neck to look up at John as you lay in bed that night preceding your daughters fifth birthday. “Oh of course.” John replies, his slight laugh reverberating through his chest and thus through your head that rests against it. “Then why you still up?” You press, fingers gently tracing the lines that are created in his chest by the definition of his tight muscles. “Why are you still up?” He switches playfully. You force a giggle instead of a sigh.

“Weird gut feeling,” you admit, “Can’t tell if it’s just ‘cause our baby’s growing up or…well i actually don’t know what else it could be.” You shrug tiredly, sighing against his bare chest. John immediately starts rubbing soothing circles on your back, and whether consciously or subconsciously it very much begins to relax you as he intends.

“I feel the same about her growing up, i hear it’s normal.” He says softly, hugging you tighter to him as he does while pressing a soft kid on the top of your head. “Isn’t she just perfect?” He adds, making you giggle softly. “Well she’s our kid, course she’s perfect.”

John laughs with a nod of agreement and another silence settles between you both.

“Night, John.” You mumble sleepily against his chest. “Love you.”

“I love you too,” he replies softly, words coated in love. “So, so much. More than you’ll ever know.”

~~~

5:45am Poppy burst in, knocking the wind out your stomach and landing a painful knee in John’s crotch that meant there was virtually no way for him to end up falling back asleep. She ended up falling asleep again, draped over you in a way that looked hugely uncomfortable but if it is, no one would’ve known by the way you fall asleep with her again. John snaps a picture of the three of you for his story, writing over it; “That 5th birthday feeling.” with the photo of Poppy drooling slightly as she lays sprawled over your front while you’re still tucked under John’s arm.

John just spent that hour watching you both, thinking about having another really. Thinking about giving Poppy a little brother or a little sister - getting to relive all those baby girl days he’d have the honour of loving Poppy through. He thought a lot about how you had given him so much happiness. You had given him trust with your child. It doesn’t get much bigger than that.

John doesn’t really stop thinking about it all day as he enjoys everything, takes everything in and savours every moment just like his mother always told him he should. “You’ll blink and she’ll be leaving home, John.” She always said. So he was hanging onto every single little moment.

Watching her bounce up and down on the bouncy castle, laughing down the slide of the soft play that had been installed in the huge garden of the house that John moved you all into as a surprise two weeks ago. The ridiculously large garden had made a perfect place to have the soft play hired for her birthday after it was recommended to him by Harry Maguire, who’s daughters were running around in there somewhere also with Poppy’s school friends. The laughter around the entire place lights up John’s heart and he realised suddenly that the life he has right now is everything that he has ever dreamt off.

It’s almost on cue that something must go wrong.

“Daddy! Daddy! Come bounce with us!” Poppy shrieks in glee, grabbing his large hand in her little one. John smiles immediately without thought, setting down his drink and bidding a quick wave to Kyle and Raz who he had been standing with. You giggle loudly, jumping off the large princess themed bouncy castle to give John a gentle peck on the lips as he passes. “I need to pee, be back in five for a bounce off?” You challenge, making his chuckle loudly. “It’s on!”

You laugh as you jog off, shaking your head.

“He’s not her dad.”

You yelp, eyes wide in shock as you throw your hand over your chest. Your eyes dart up the garden where everybody stand, hoping nobody had spotted you standing down here by the bifold doors into the house because everybody else was at the other end of the garden where the party was set up. “What the fuck are you doing here.”

He scoffs, “You know why i’m here,” he retorts snarling, “She’s my daughter.”

You force out a harsh, fake laughter as you shake your head in complete disbelief. “No. No, you gave up that right when you left us.” You snap immediately, hand held up to silence him. His face reddens in anger. It’s a look you had once been so familiar with.

“You don’t get to take that away from me, you’re nothing without me.”

“And you don’t get to speak to her like that.”

The snarling voice doesn’t belong to John as you might've expected, and you don’t want to turn your head to see who it is and break eye contact with your ex. The voice belongs to Harry Maguire. He is one of very few people who know the shaky situation with your ex because he cornered John in the changing room after he had an off game to get him to confide what it was that was on his mind and John had given him a basic rundown. “It’s alright.” You mutter, but the centre-back who you’ve come to know very very well is having none of that. He shakes his head firmly. “No it isn’t.” He growls. It’s clear from the moment Harry appeared he had the height advantage. The 6”4 defender immediately squares his shoulders, glaring at your ex. “Leave now.” Harry pushes him back, easily moving him towards the side gate of the garden where he has clearly entered.

Your ex scoffs, shaking his head. “It’s my daughters party. I have more right to be here than he does.” He nods his head in the direction of the fluffy haired brunette standing by the bouncy castle, catching Poppy under her arms as she leaps off so he can hold her above his head while making airplane noises for her to giggle contagiously.

“Excuse me?” You snap, weaving your way out from behind Harry. He holds out an arm to keep you from storming towards your ex. “John right?” He asks, “Hey John! Hello! Hi! That’s my daughter you’re playing happy families with every day.”

Harry takes one stride forward, silencing him with the ferocity of the fire behind his eyes. He is very very protective of his family and he very much counts you, John and Poppy as part of his family. He and John are like brothers.

John’s head snapped around at the shout of his name, immediately recognising the face that he’s wanted to punch since he’d first seen in in a picture, and long before where all you had done was drop hints about how horrible he was to you. Now that John knows the full depth of the story, every intricate detail, his mind is set on getting that vile man away from his family as quickly as possible. Kevin stands close to John, reaching out his arms to take the now 5 year old girl from him. “I’ve got here.” He assures, Jack standing behind him nodding. The former Aston Villa playmaker juts an elbow out into Mason’s ribcage, tugging his attention away from where Ruben Dias was already jogging towards. “Yeah, course. We’ll keep them all occupied.” He smiles, reaching out to tickle Poppy’s cheek. John nods, immediately turning on his heel to go to you.

“He’s not in it because he loves you, you know. He’s got a rich saviour complex and you fell right into it didn’t you? He’ll leave you soon enough and you’ll come crawling back to me just like you always did.”

You know his words aren’t true, but they still sit heavy in the pit of your stomach. Before you even get a chance to open your mouth a tall flurry of brown hair whizzes past you and for a moment, you do think it’s John before the aftershave you know not to be his hits your nose. Ruben moves your ex back multiple passes until his back hits the wooden fence John still had yet to paint. “You disgust me,” he snarls just as John reaches you both.

“Are you okay?” He asks hurriedly, “Is everything alright?” He wraps an arm around you, searching your face for the words you can’t seem to speak. Harry has opened the gate, allowing Ruben to just about throw him out onto the drive. It’s all so close to being over when he opens his mouth again.

“You have no right to parade around playing dad to my daughter! He will never be her dad!”

John steps in front of you to speak, but you find all your strength to shove him out of your way and storm past the other two huge defenders.

“He will always be her dad.” You spit, “Because the only reason you are interested in her right now is because of who he is and what he does and what he has. It is nothing to do with her, just like you. I used to sit up and wish on everything i had you would walk back into our lives because i needed you, but you never cared. You left us with nothing.”

“(y/n) you don’t have to.” John says softly, resting his hand on your shoulder and reminding you of every reason why he’s different in just one touch.

“You ruined me. You really made me think i was nothing not just to you, but to everyone. I thought i was completely worthless because of you and there is nothing in the world that would ever make me take you back because unlike you, i care about more than just me.” You shake your head with tears streaming over your cheeks. “I care about my daughter. I will never leave her like you left me, and she will never have to wonder her worth because unlike you, i put her first. And so does he. You left us on the floor and piece by piece he picked us up. Little by little he showed us that he will never walk away, that he will never break her heart. He’ll take care of her and he will love her forever. You destroyed everything and he restored it all. That man that you have been so ready to tear down is a million times the man that you will ever be. He showed me that good men care about their kids. He will always be her dad and you never will. Now get out of my garden before i phone the police.”

Your chest is having, breath lost as tears stream ferociously down your cheeks. But you can walk away knowing you did what you should have done years ago. You did what she deserves from you. You stood up for her, fought her corner when she’s too little to do so. He doesn’t want to be in life because he loves her or when loves you like John loves you both. He wants to be in her life because John had money, status and power that the disgusting man who unfortunately shares your daughters DNA can mooch off of. There is never a world where you will allow her to be hurt by him the same way you were. John has spent nearly three years reminding you of and helping you re-learn your worth and how to love yourself and trust yourself a mother. This was what he deserved to hear too. John needed to know just how appreciated and loved he is as a partner and a father. He’s gone above and beyond for you both, more than could ever have been asked or expected and he does it for no reason other than because he wants to, because he loves you both.

“You’re alright,” John mumbles soothingly into your hair as he wraps his arms around you. Over the top of your head, he can clearly see your ex being pushed up the driveway by the two huge centre-backs who have come to your defence. When he left you with a little baby all those years ago, he left you alone and defenceless. Now there’s two different families, those of the England team and those from City, who will readily come to your aid at any given moment. He left you with nothing, no one and somehow it was the best thing anyone had ever done to you. It gave you everything you have now.

Your story contained a lot of hurt, but there isn’t a thing in it that you would change. Because even through all that hurt and the heartbreaking loneliness, you had Poppy. Your beautifully little daughter with the kindest soul, most beautiful heart and her adorable little face. She’s perfect, your whole world in one tiny five year old person. And then through the aching and the agony, you found John. You found a man who loves you and loves your daughter more than anything in the world, who would go to the ends of the earth, fight tooth and nail to the death for both of you and doesn’t let either of you go a single second without knowing it.

What you lost was painful, inevitably so. And it did break you down. But what you found? Well what you found is perfect. You were broken and John Stones brought everything back together; piece by piece.