#LOOK AT THEM EEEEP so cute

[saerins]

the strongest cutest duo

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Divus Crewel - Rich Fur Coat Vignette

"A full course of disciplinary action"

[Sage‘s Island – Foothill Town]

Sage’s Island Resident: Good morning, Divus-san. You're up pretty early again.

Crewel: Good morning, madam.

Crewel: Also… Good morning, Emma!

Crewel: Your cute spots look so good on you, as always. I am truly lucky to be able to meet with such a stunning beauty so early in the day.

Crewel: …Can I give you some pets, you sweet thing?

Emma: Bark, bark!

Sage’s Island Resident: Fufufu, you're always so doting on our Emma, thank you. Look, she's so happy she's showing her belly.

Crewel: No, I should be thanking you. These fleeting moments I get in the morning are my personal solace.

Crewel: I'm grateful that I am able to see and pet these beautiful little lads and lasses.

Crewel: Especially since I'm unable to see my precious ones until I return to the Queendom of Roses on the weekends.

Sage’s Island Resident: If I recall, you have two friends looking after your dogs back home during the week, right?

Crewel: That's right. They're old friends… Or rather, they've become more like hired hands.

Crewel: I would love nothing more than to bring my dogs to Sage's Island…

Crewel: But my apartment here in Foothill Town is much too small to keep them.

Crewel: Sometime in the future, it would be nice to rent a large home here in this town and live with them together every single day.

Crewel: I'd drive with them in my favorite car on the long road along the ocean… That's the dream.

Sage’s Island Resident: Well, how lovely. I'm looking forward to the day that I'll be able to meet your precious dogs, Divus-san.

Crewel: And I as well, madam. I hope you have another pleasant day today. Bye, Emma.

Crewel: Good morning, my good sir. A strong cup of tea, as per my usual.

Shopkeep: Good morning, Crewel-kun. Would you like some food with that?

Crewel: No, thank you. I don't eat breakfast, as a rule.

Shopkeep: Yes, yes, I know. I thought I'd just ask.

Shopkeep: I can't believe you come to my little establishment so early in the morning just to drink tea instead of our signature coffee blend…

Shopkeep: You're still an odd one, even after becoming a professor at Night Raven College.

Crewel: Hah. Truth be told, I don't come here for the tea.

Crewel: Every Monday morning, if I sit in this seat here, I can watch the ships sail into port. The sight of the sails in a row is beautiful…

Crewel: This tea doesn't even compare to the stuff I can brew, but this view is something I can't replicate back home.

Shopkeep: Hahah! I always knew you were a sharp-tongued devil in your student years, but it seems you've just gotten even more cruel!

Crewel: I think it's more of a shock that you haven't improved your tea brewing skills in 15 years, sir.

Shopkeep: Well, luckily, we're still thriving! Do enjoy your time here.

Crewel: Thanks. …Hm. This respite is quiet and soothing.

Crewel: I should relax while I can. …Because I'm sure today will end up being yet another busy day.

Crewel: Today, I have homeroom plus three other classes. There's also preparations that need to be done for next month's event, a staff meeting, and last week's tests that need grading… Whew.

Crewel: Well. I'll just have to hope those pups won't cause me any issues, at a minimum.

[Laboratory]

Crewel: STAY!!!

Students: EEK!

Crewel: I can't believe this… What have you done?

Crewel: Why are all the ingredients needed for today's experiment scattered all over the floor?

Crewel: Which one of you mangy mutts not only stepped on but also mixed together all those spilled ingredients?

Crewel: I am only asking a simple question, and yet all anyone can yelp is "It wasn't me," or "It was someone else's fault"...

Crewel: PUPS WHO CAN'T OWN UP TO THEIR MISTAKES ARE NO BETTER THAN A MUTT! THEY DON'T EVEN DESERVE TO BE CALLED DOGS!

Students: EEEEP!

Crewel: So tell me, who is the culprit? Tell me truthfully, and you'll only have to deal with a full course of disciplinary action and not a bit more.

Students: Th-That is…

Students: [everyone stares]

Grim: Hm?

Grim: …Wh-Wh-Wh-What? Don't all you be lookin' down on me!

1. I think it'd be better if you just apologize honestly… 2. You'll get a lighter punishment if you just confess now.

Grim: It wasn't me who did that! It's [Yuu], definitely [Yuu]!

Scarabia Student: Don't try to blame [Yuu]. You really don't know how to give up, huh, Grim!

Octavinelle Student: Yeah, you were the one who flipped the table in the first place! There's no way I'm gonna let you take us down with you!

Grim: Heh! Do ya even got any proof that I did it?

Crewel: I see. It definitely won't do to accuse someone of the crime without proper evidence.

Crewel: …By the way, Grim.

Grim: Hm?

Crewel: The fur on your legs have turned black, but why is that? It looks just like that of a black cat.

Grim: Huh? My legs?

Grim: …Woah, you're right! My amazing grey fur's pitch black!

Grim: WH-WHAT'S WITH THIS!? GET RID OF IT FOR MEEE!

Crewel: There's no point in wiping it. The sap from the tree we were to use today turns black upon exposure to air.

Crewel: If it were to touch on your clothes or hair, it wouldn't matter how much you scrub or wash with water, it won't come off.

Crewel: incidentally, to return the blackened part to normal, the fastest method would be to cause another reaction to render it colorless.

Crewel: Look! Everyone see here.

Crewel: When I pour this concoction of herbs onto Grim's blackened legs…

Crewel: See, it returned back to its normal color. Make sure you remember this reaction.

Students: Oooooh.

Crewel: …Now, Grim. Do you have any idea why the ingredients we were to use for today's experiments got on your legs?

Grim: M-M… MYAAAH!

Grim: It ain't my fault! The desk shouldn't've been there!

Crewel: YOU MONGREL! YOU ARE TO STAY AFTER CLASS AND COPY LINES AS PUNISHMENT. UNDERSTAND!?

Crewel: And [Yuu], you're to also stay behind, as Grim's prefect. It would be troublesome if you cannot even look after your own pet!

1. But I have plans after class…

Crewel: Oho, you have plans that take priority over my prescribed discipline? [Yuu shakes their head] …No? A good response from a good boy.

2. I'm sorry…

Crewel: If you truly are sorry, then lets see that as a tangible result. If you can make Grim learn to sit and stay properly as his prefect, then I'll give you a treat.

Crewel: These pups truly are a handful… My beloved pet dogs are much more well behaved.

Crewel: Everyone, sit!

[Crewel magics the ingredients]

Grim: All the stuff I dropped are just floating back on top of the desk. So why's he gotta get on me when he can just fix everything…?

Crewel: The ingredients have been properly prepared once again. I will now explain the procedure for this experiment, so make sure you watch carefully.

Crewel: …I expect all of you to be on your best behavior.

Grim: Urp. He's just glaring at me, now…

[Interior Hallway]

Crewel: Ah, classes are finally over. Today was another tiring day.

Crewel: None of the freshmen listen and the sophomores slack off now that they've gotten used to the classes. And the juniors are teeming with arrogance.

Crewel: If I were a student, I would absolutely have literally knocked some sense into them...

Crewel: However, because of my position, I cannot do that now. I never even thought that I would be more inconvenienced as a professor, than I was as a student.

Crewel: Tch! I knew what I was in for, but still, I hadn't expected being an instructor to be this difficult.

???: And why are you clicking your tongue like that, Crewel-sensei?

Trein: As a professor of this school, I would prefer if you were to carry yourself better, so as to be a good example towards the students.

Crewel: Ugh… And now on top of everything else, someone even fussier has shown up…

Trein: What is with that disgruntled look? Do you take some issue with me?

Crewel: Of course not, don't be absurd! I would never bite back at any commentary you have for me, Trein-sensei.

Trein: Good. We should start to head towards the staff meeting, then.

Trein: Incidentally, you seemed to look rather exhausted a moment ago. Did something happen?

Crewel: No, I wouldn't say there was anything in particular…

Crewel: …I was only thinking of how I could effectively train the students. There are more than a fair share of unruly pups.

Trein: Do you of all people have any right to say that…? Especially since you were one of the rowdiest students during your time here.

Crewel: That was simply youthful ardor. Wasn't I just a charming little thing?

Trein: Don't write it off as simple "youthful ardor." Have a little shame.

Trein: …Well, I suppose it hasn't been too long since you've become a professor, in the end. This year makes… how long?

Crewel: Six years. Have you forgotten our joyous reunion already?

Trein: Hmph. Of course I remember your scowling little, "Oh, professor, were you still here?"

Trein: But only six years, I see… Well, why don't you pat yourself on the back for doing as well as you are for such a short tenure?

Crewel: I'm doing well? …Do you truly think so?

Trein: It is a fact that the rate of students pursuing the sciences have increased since you've arrived. There would be no purpose in denying that your instruction is showing good results.

Crewel: Heh… Heheh, is that right?! Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that coming from you.

Trein: And there you go getting carried away and speaking without any forethought. I do believe I've taught you countless times since your time here as a student to respect your elders, haven't I?

Trein: …Now then, if you're feeling better about yourself, we should get this staff meeting underway. I am keeping Lucius waiting.

[Trein walks off]

Crewel: …How insensitive of you, Trein-sensei.

Crewel: Here I am, patiently enduring everything until I can finally go see my dogs over the weekend, and you say that.

[Alchemy Workshop]

Crewel: Now that the meeting is done with, I should try to finish grading the tests while I can.

Crewel: …The rate of students pursuing the sciences, hm. I suppose it's true that everyone's grades are improving, even if at a slow pace. …A truly slow pace.

Crewel: Heh. I do enjoy seeing these pups grow.

[knock, knock, click]

Grim: Hey! I went 'n did that assignment for ya!

Crewel: What is it that you've done for me...?

1. I'll have him try that again. 2. He just misspoke!

Grim: I-I mean, I finished the assignment ya gave me. I'll put it here on the desk, 'kay?

Grim: …Hm? There's a book with a fancy cover mixed in with all these boring lookin' books. What's this?

Crewel: Oh, did that catch your eye? That book contains the collection of an apparel brand I worked for in the past.

Crewel: I keep telling them to not send anything to my office, but are some who just refuse to listen…

Crewel: Not only do I receive their catalogs, but also phone calls, all asking for my advice for the next fashion season.

Crewel: …It's just like your tests, don't you think? I'll have to fix their mistakes later to the best of my abilities.

Grim: Urgh, that sounds annoying. Why don'tcha just ignore 'em?

Crewel: Ignore them… Hahah, that's one idea. I can imagine their panicked and frantic faces.

Crewel: …But no, I do consider this somewhat of a hobby for me.

Crewel: Just because I've become a professor, that does not mean I can fall behind the current fashion. I want to constantly be checking the latest trends.

Crewel: I'm sure even you'd prefer a fashionably cool instructor over some decrepit, antiquated teacher, right?

1. I want a cool teacher.

Crewel: Right? You're quite a lucky one on that account, pup, because you have me as your homeroom teacher!

2. I want a nice teacher.

Crewel: You'll get bored if they're just nice all the time, you know. You might understand what I mean when you get a bit older.

Grim: I don't really get all that hard fashion stuff, but I totally wanna look cooler!

Crewel: Well, I'll consider that good enough for now. Don't you worry, I'll make sure to turn you into polished gems before graduation.

Crewel: You students here at Night Raven College may have a knack for magic, but your fashion senses are severely lacking.

Crewel: …And since I've taken on the duties of being your teacher, I won't allow that to continue.

Crewel: When I first started here, I vowed that I would craft every single one of you into the most fashionable and capable mages you can be.

Crewel: You have a first-class instructor, and first-rate instruction. …It would be impossible for you all to not become fantastic mages.

Grim: Heh. I'm totally gonna become a great mage even without your help!

Crewel: Hahah, you're a cheeky one. …Now then, if you've finished your task, go on. Looks like your friends have arrived to walk you out.

Crewel: Your time as a student may seem long, but it is deceptively short. I will do what I can to support all of you so that you can live your life here without any regrets.

Requested by @revengeofreaper32.

[angelbaby-fics]

Daddy stucky x little reader x little Peter where the reader is in babyspace and want to give them paci kisses and everytime she does she start to giggle 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Paci Kisses

Word Count: 640

A/N: Eeeep this idea is so so cute, thank you for requesting it!!! I don't know what else to say about this one other than I had a sweet time writing it & I hope you enjoy! 💕

Steve and Bucky were so very in love, and they weren’t afraid to show it. Every morning when Steve put breakfast down on the table, he’d kiss Bucky on the lips before they each began eating, their own little way of saying grace. Peter would always giggle, usually regressed around that silly age when kisses meant cooties, but you were too little to understand. Every time one of them left the house, they’d share a kiss; sometimes even just when one of them left the room. You were so tiny, you didn’t fully comprehend what it meant, your brain only really working in concepts. All you knew was that daddies meant love, and daddies kissed a lot, so kisses must mean love too. You wanted to return the favor.

That morning, you were woken up by Steve’s strong arms lifting you out of your crib. You blinked sleepily and smiled at him from behind your paci, your cheeks rounding out and your eyes squinting as you did so.

“Good morning angel, I love you,” Steve greeted, always wanting the first thing you heard every morning to be words of love. He kissed you on the forehead and shifted you into the crook of his arm so he could carry you out into the living room with one hand. As he did so, you leaned forward, tapping the plastic of your pacifier against his cheek. 

“Woah, what was that, baby?” Steve asked with a slight chuckle. He didn’t think you’d really be violent with him, but he wasn’t sure what you could be doing when you clumsily headbutted his cheek. 

You were too small to explain it, your little brain couldn’t find the words. All you could think to do was kiss him, over and over and over. 

“Mwah, mwah, mwah!” You mumbled softly from behind the paci, softening your taps in the hopes he’d get the memo. And boy did he. “Is that a kiss? Are you kissing daddy?” Steve asked with wide, excited eyes and laughter in his voice.

You nodded, giggling as you kissed him again, again, again. Steve kissed you back, planting his lips on the plastic, which made you giggle even more. Then, he carried you into the living room where Bucky and Peter were, with a huge grin on his face. 

“Buck! Look what our baby can do!” He said with glee, and then tapped on his cheek, motioning for you to kiss him once more, which you did joyously.

Bucky cheered and clapped for you, getting up from the couch to give a standing ovation, which made you beam even harder from behind the paci. 

“Can I have one, babydoll?” He asked eagerly, and you nodded, reaching out from Steve’s arms towards Bucky’s.

You happily kissed your Baba all over his face, giggling after each one until eventually the kisses devolved into you just nuzzling your paci across his cheeks like a puppydog. Steve joined the cuddlefest on the couch, pinching your little round cheeks. Peter had been distracted from his toys since the moment you entered the room, watching your interactions with captivated awe, but he finally couldn’t stand it anymore. He stood up, letting a toy car fall from his hand with a clatter. 

“‘S not fair! I want kisses too!” He whined with a pout.

You didn’t want your Petie to feel left out, you loved him just as much as you loved your daddies of course. You reached out to him now, kicking your little feet with delight as he ran over to the three of you. Now your whole family was together on the couch, and you took turns kissing each of them, and each of them took turns kissing you. You’d already mastered your newest skill, and you couldn’t wait to keep practicing every single day.

[bambibreanathebarbiebimbo]

PUMPKIN PRINCESS

sooo lyke my gf started calling me pumpkin at the beginning of October…. I was lyke so totes confused because she’s never called me that before

then today she said she wanted to take me to the mall for a surprise but she said I had to be blindfolded the entire time.. I was led into a room that smelled heavily of women’s perfume and was sat down while I heard my gf quietly chatting with someone then I started to feel my hands being touched and poked and prodded.. it felt like I was there for hours and then suddenly SURPRISE!

a manicure????? and a fucking GIRLY one what the fuck??

“like omg they look SO cute on you PUMPKIN! they are so perfect for the halloween party tonight! Daymond and Ramon are gonna EAT YOU UP!”

halloween party? Daymond and Ramon??? wtf is going on???

“oh and guess what pumpkin! I have another surprise for you! eeeep!”

before I could ask another question she grabbed me by the hand and drug me into the ladies room where she quickly and forcibly dressed me like her own personal life sized dolly

“OH EM GEE! PUUUUUMPKIN! you look sooooooo cute! look I know it’s gonna be tempting but you can only take one of the boys home looking so cute pumpkin! It’s only fair I get a boy too! LOL!”

finally I was able to get it out “okay what’s going on I’m so confused!”

“oh really pumpkin?? so my really cute orange Halloween panties that went missing? you have no idea where they are pumpkin?”

my blood ran cold and I froze in fear. that’s when she pulled them out of her pocket dangled them in front of my face with a devious grin

“cause I found them in your bedside table pumpkin and there were a couple…. stains on them pumpkin… but that’s okay I washed them for you so you could wear them tonight! they’re gonna look soooo cute with your fit! I wouldn’t be surprised if they had more stains by the end of the night…..now come on we gotta get to Sephora before the mall closes and get you in the makeup chair! Daymond and Ramon like their girls all dolled up! you wouldn’t wanna upset Daymond and Ramon now would you..

PUMPKIN?”

[finniestoncrane]

Riddlers finding out that their SO has a stuffed animal that’s dressed in a smaller copy of their Riddler outfit and that it’s SOs comfort item whenever they’re gone.

Riddler Plushie

Riddler Headcanons eeeep me writing this and looking over at my cotton candy scented eddie bear in his little riddler outfit ;-; request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: just fluff, a lil bit of suggestive stuff

dano

how did you make such a tiny little mask?

and the teeny tiny duct tape?

he's so flattered he might get a bit teary-eyed

it's just too sweet that you want to be around him all the time

and he's happy to share your affections with the bear

telltale

it's a bit concerning to him that you still need a comfort bear

but this is... acceptable

that's the most you're getting out of him

although, now that he thinks about it

perhaps the bear needs a little cane... he can look around for one

unburied

you know you could sell these right?

who wouldn't want a little version of him to hug all the time

he's already soft and cuddly, he's a perfect bear model

you've even managed to pick a smug looking bear

the attention to detail here is incredibly, you're an artist!

arkham

why is there a scruffy bear covered in stains on the bed?

oh! it's a little him to comfort you when he forgets to come sleep!

understandable, he is absolutely amazing, it makes sense

but there's a pang of guilt, associated with the narcissism

maybe he'll make an effort to be the one you hug more

capullo

ok yeah that's cute BUT you better not like the bear more

of coruse he's not jealous of a teddy bear

he's just saying... he should be the one you're hugging

or not... hugging... touching... carnally... all hot and stuff

but uh, if you have hugs going spare... he'll take them

young justice

you made this? the little glasses and everything?

gosh the bear even has little sideburns like his!

this is so unbelievable flattering to him

and a huge ego boost

you better believe he's showing everyone a picture of the bear

gotham

well who is this dapper little fella in the lab coat?

golly, that's the sweetest thing he's ever seen, or heard!

maybe you could make one for him... of you?

just so that neither of you have to be without the other

he can keep it on his desk to cheer him up

twojar

are you shitting him? you miss him that much?

well he'll have to make an effort to be around more

can't have you feeling sad at all, that's no good

and you deserve a lot more attention

especially for the creative element of the bear's stitched chest scar

[horseshoemybeloved]

are the fabasonas in the backrooms real or are they 3d models? they look so cute eeeep i want to eat them

They are real!!! ( also Andy 1: has a butt and 2: needs extra clay cus he doesn’t sit up right

Also here’s my cringe ass area where they live…. Their little village

[tetzoro]

sweetest aims!! ꒰♡˃̶̤́ ꒳ ˂̶̤̀ ꒱ how is kuroo's best girl doin?? i must know all the deets!! :3 i wanted to make sure that i stopped by to say thank you from the bottom of my heart for all of the sweet things you put in the tags of my lil prose post ૮₍˶Ó﹏Ò ⑅₎��� they made my heart so so WARM & FUZZY!!! & i kept rereading them over & over bc they were so sweet!! your support means the absolute world to me & the fact that you liked it so much is!!!! eeeep!!! ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა a mega compliment!! i can't wait to show you what else i come up w in the (v near ;3) future!!! i am squeezin your hand & kissin the crown of your head (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟALSO!!! THIS NEW THEME!!! ABSOLUTELY GORG!!! <33 i love love LOVE the pics in your pinned post!!! v kuromy vibes hehee!! ૮₍ ˃ ᵕ ˂ ₎ა ily so so sm!!!

sweet chloe (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) !! i’m doing v well teehee much better now that you are here ᰔ your prose post was absolutely mesmerizing i loved every word you put into it ! each one was coated with love and you could really feel it through the screen !! i’m so happy that you shared that with us, im very much looking to what you come up with next !! AND EEEP !! thank u sm teehee i saw these pics on pinterest and couldn’t get it out of my head … kuroo and i taking a lil stroll through the city at night during the first sign of snow !! he’s v cute when he collects lil snowflakes on his nose i wish i could capture it and show u ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ love u v much chloe i hope you and reo are doing well !! sending u oodles & bunches of love !

[jellostories]

AJ the Very Whimsical, Ch. 6: Hug Thief!

To Lance

~~~~

AJ's one eye shone brightly, and her hands were clasped together in a pose that oozed excitement. Never before had this little, French girl seen anything so beautiful in her whole, entire life! Merci, God, for bringing the inventor of the shopping mall into this world!

Right in front of AJ was a shop window. And beyond that shop window was a neon sign reading "WONDERFUL WALLY'S TOY BARREL". And beyond that sign beyond that shop window was the biggest assortment of stuffed animals AJ had ever seen! Monkeys, frogs, giraffes, penguins, foxes -- you name it, they were all there. Any one of them would be perfect for the tea party AJ was planning for that afternoon (her pet turtle Surly, had chewed up Louis Lettucehead, so she was one guest short).

Drooling with lust, AJ unclasped her hands and reached slowly for the envelo-wallet ("envelope wallet") she kept in her boot.

"Must get..." the little girl thought as she opened her wallet to get some money out. "Must get a cute, stuffy an-e-mal..."

"AJ? What are you doing?"

The girl in question jumped upon hearing her name and nearly dropped her envelo-wallet.

Turning around, she found her mother standing behind her with her hands full of Rockin' Threads and ToolGrease shopping bags (the two reasons the Arquettes had come to the mall in the first place).

Not missing a beat, AJ walked right up to her mother and craned her neck so she could look into Blaze's face -- for Blaze was very tall -- with a cute, puppy dog-esque smile.

"Mommy," the little girl said sweetly, "may I 'ave a new stuffy an-e-mal, si'l vous plait*? I need one for my tea party zis afternoon!"

Blaze squinted at the stuffed animals in the store window. Next to them was a sign reading: "STUFFED ANIMALS -- $5.00 (EACH SOLD SEPARATELY)".

"Do you 'ave enough money?" she asked.

AJ opened her envelo-wallet and pulled out seven quarters.

"Eez zis enough?" the little girl asked, showing her change to her mother.

Blaze, who was a whiz at math, was already shaking her head within six seconds of seeing the quarters. "Je suis desole**, Crumpet, but zat won't even get you 'alf of a 'stuffy'."

AJ looked and felt as though she'd just been told she was on Santa's Naughty List.

"N-Non..." the silly girl said quietly, clutching her quarters to her chest. "Non! I can't 'ave less zan 'alf a stuffy! Zat'd be like eating only one 'otdog! Eet makes no sense for a girl my age to 'ave a tea party weeth less zan 'alf a stuffy an-e-mal!"

Her face softening, Blaze put her shopping bags down and bent down so she was eye-level with her daughter. "AJ..." 

But the younger Arquette wasn't listening; too busy was she, with searching her tights, boots, and coat pockets for spare change.

But, unfortunately, all she found was a paper clip, her house key, and a piece of candy, much to her frustration.

"LE GAAAHH!" AJ exclaimed, pulling on her hair. "I need a stuffy, money or non money! Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine!"

AJ began running towards The Toy Barrel’s glass doors. Blaze picked up her daughter in an effort to calm her down, but AJ squirmed so much, she ended up kicking her mother's pants down.

"Le eeeep!" the elder Arquette squealed, dropping her child and squatting down to try and cover up her blue and orange polka-dot boxers.

Finally free, AJ ran inside the store before her mother had the chance to try and stop her.

Blaze, who had a firm grip on her trousers at this point, shook her head in disappointment.

"Oh, AJ," the elder Arquette tutted, "you 'ave non idea 'ow grounded you are."

Blaze tried to pull her pants up, but SHRIIIP! They split right down the middle.

"Oh mon orange!" the cafeteria lady gasped with surprisingly mild embarrassment. "My shoes don't match my underpants at all! Seelly me!"

Indeed, the purple hospital booties Blaze was wearing as shoes clashed horribly with her boxers.

"I knew I should've worn my Captain Lazerbeam undies today..." she remarked, sighing wistfully.

~~~~

Meanwhile, inside Wonderful Wally's Toy Barrel...

AJ's hidden eyes lit up like bulbs on a Christmas tree as she looked at the toy-land around her. Toy guitars lined the walls behind the counter, while all the other walls were packed to five inches below the ceiling with shelves upon shelves upon shelves of toys of all other sorts, from cars to Collectible Carrie dolls to silly putty eggs to building blocks. In the middle of the store stood little islands filled with prank items like snapping gum and Chinese finger traps. Right next to the front counter was a large, plastic cactus with a coin slot on top of it and a sign nailed to its front that read: "ST. BOBBIN'S HOSPITAL FOR CHILDREN: DONATE HERE". It was behind this charitable cactus that AJ had decided to hide.

"Le jeepers’ creepers," the wacky girl thought to herself with an enthusiastic grin. "I weesh I could live 'ere..."

So awestruck was AJ, she would have completely forgotten about her mission had her eyes not fallen on the stuffed animal display in the window. 

"Oh, right!" she thought, feeling stupid. "I need to get ze stuffies!"

Rubbing her hands together greedily, the little girl tried to sneak towards the stuffed animals...but then her mother showed up and snatched her up.

"'Ey!" AJ pouted. "What ze applesauce, Mommy!? You know I ‘ate woman-'andling!" 

"AJ, we've been over zis," Blaze responded sternly. She was now wearing a shopping bag as a skirt, which AJ felt strong urges to play with, laugh at, and/or add to her make-believe fashion line, "eet's not 'woman-'andling' eef ze women are een an emotionally 'ealthy relationship. Now, what ze applesauce are you doing?"

Snapping her attention away from her mother's weird skirt, AJ decided now was the time to start begging (mostly because thinking ahead and coming up with detailed game plans wasn't really her thing).

"I'm trying to get to ze stuffy an-e-mals!" the silly girl whined, pointing to the display window. "Si'l vous plait, Mommy, let me get one!!!"

The storekeeper, who had up to this point been reading a magazine behind the counter, fainted as a result of shock-itis brought upon by AJ’s whining. It took only three seconds for customers to realize something was wrong and start screaming and running out of the store, pushing the Arquettes out in the process.

Once they were outside the store, Blaze put her child down on the tiled hallway, adjusted her hearing aid (which had malfunctioned as a result of all the screaming that happened in the store), and crouched down so she was eye-level with her.

“Angel Kallie Arquette, Jr.!” the cafeteria lady said, making her child gulp and grimace. “‘Ow many times ‘ave I told you to wait until you go on ze date before you make a boy faint!? Eef you want to make a statement about ‘ow eet’s not just women ‘oo faint, zen, for Pierre’s sake, make sure you do eet right!”

“I-I deedn’t do eet on purpose, Mommy!” AJ sputtered in indignation. “Sometimes women’s rights statements just ‘appen, you know?”

Blaze inflated her cheeks, looking like she might explode for once in her 25 years of easygoingness, then she let out the air, grabbed AJ by the hand, and began walking down the hallway towards the outside door, informing her daughter they would be going home without any “stuffy animals”.

“WHAT!?” AJ  shrieked in a voice two pitches higher than normal (Blaze winced as her hearing aid malfunctioned for the second time that day, forcing her to adjust it again). “B-B-B-But Mommy! I need a new stuffy an-e-mal for my tea party zis afternoon! I can’t ‘ave one weeth only three guests! Zat would be dumb!”

Blaze gave a surprisingly sneaky smile as she dug through her shopping bag.

“Well, I guess eet was a good zing I peecked up some sewing supplies, zen,” she said as she pulled a new sewing kit and some material out of her bag.

AJ squealed in delight and hugged her mother’s waist (as high as she could reach). 

“Merci, merci, merci!” she gushed, her voice muffled by Blaze’s shopping bag skirt. “Je t’aime***, Mommy! Tu gères****!"

Blaze smiled as she kissed her daughter on the forehead. “Je t’aime aussi, AJ. But I’m afraid you’re steell grounded.”

AJ looked up at her mother, her smile suddenly faltering. “Wait, really?”

Footnotes

*: Please

**: "I'm sorry."

***: "I love you!"

****: "You rock!"

[bigdreamerpeach]

Tell the truth Lenard

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Norman and Junebug walking around the neighborhood and talking. After 10 minutes they saw Lenard running away. Both looking at each other , confused

Junebug and Norman run after him, looking what he's doing and they saw Lenard hiding something. Both looking at him , then to each other again , they wanna know what lenard was hiding and they walk to him ,stand behind him

"Hey Lenard, what are you doing there?",ask Norman with a smile in his face. Lenard getting nervous and scratch the back of his head."ohhh hehe oh its nothing Importent Norman." Lenard say and walk off, really nervous

Junebug and Norman know lenard was lying and both wanna know what the secret is what Lenard was hiding so strong. They following lenard silence

Lenard sitting on the ground and drawing something. Norman and Junebug watching him there, where lenard can't see them. Norman and Junebug know a way to get the Truth out of Lenard

Both are walking secretly behind him and push him to the ground. Lenard let out a little "Eep!" as he falling on his back

"Guys? What was that for?." He said to them. "Well Lenard, we saw you hiding something and we wanna know what it is." Junebug say with a grin at her face

" I..I can't Tell you this guys." He said

"Ohhh , really? Not ever when i ... do this?" Norman pokes lenards side , making him jump. Junebug poke the other side. Seconds later Lenard giggles.

"G-Guhuhuys! Dohohon't!" Lenard wiggle around and try to get up , but they was to strong

Norman then put his fingers in Lenards rips, making Lenard laugh more. "EEEEP! NORMAHAHAN STOOOP!""then Tell us and we stop." Norman say , tickling him more

Junebug then poke Lenard right armpit,making Lenard scream."AHHHH! JUNEBUG NO!"

Then both evtl grinning. Lenard gulp and getting more nervous. Then without a warning..Junebug Grab his Arms and hold them above his head and Norman sit on Lenards hips, both still grinning.

"Okay lenard , last time we ask , what did you hiding?"" I can't Tell you gu-AHHHAHAHAH NONONO EEEEEE!", Norman start tickling Lenards armpits, making him wiggle and laughing. " NORMAAHAHAHN! PLEASE STOP! AAAAAEEEEHEHEHIIII*snort*HHAHAHAHAHHAHAH!!

"Then Tell us lenard." Said Junebug, still Holding his Arms

After 5 minutes Lenard broke."OKAY OKAY I TELL YOU BUT PEEEHEHEHASE STOHOHOP!". Norman stops and Junebug let his arms go, letting Lenard catch some air

"Sooo Lenny , what did you hide? ". Norman ask , Lenard stand up and Show them some drawings, with all the other Puppets

"Awwww, Lenard, the drawings are so cute! Why did you hiding them?". Junebug ask Lenard ,who looks a bit sad. "I was scared you guys don't liking them , thats why i hide this for you guys.

Norman and Junebug hugging Lenard.

"Oh Lenard, they are wonderful buddy, we love them and the other would love them too!" Norman say with a big smile.

Lenard smile too. "Aww thanks guys,but i have to Do something now." Norman and Lunebug glup and both walking slowly away from Lenard. Then Lenard jump on them, tickling then. He tickles Normans belly with one Hand, the other Hand tickle Junebug left side. Both laughing loud.

After 2 minutes Lenard stops and let then up. They walk to the other puppet and they love Lenards drawings so much . Lenard was happy

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Finilly finish! Hope you like the fic ^^ if you have ideas, let me know ✨️

[gretagerwigsmuse]

I'm just looking for a 36-year old Naval aviator who wants to take me to the beach in Coronado to watch the sunset with Thai food and Prosecco. - this is so cute!!!

He probably dated women in the past who sent him things that were way more explicit than a selfie where they were covered up, but you were still a teacher who wanted to keep her job. - i like that they both had this similar thought? like yeah sure it could be something ~more~ but the cheekiness and wanting to probably wait till they’re together is absolutely butterfly inducing!! also yeah miss girl is a town employee, she’s gotta watch herself haha

As much as I love it, I don't want to feel pressured to send me things like that. But dear god, Gorgeous, I mean it when I say you take that word to a whole new level. - eeeep 🤭🤭

There were a lot of things you knew would have to be left unsaid for now, so you told him what you could. "I really like you, too," you promised him, and some of the worry melted away from his face. - i love a good ‘i really like you’ sometimes i think it’s more earnest/honest than an i love you? or maybe just sweeter 🤭☺️ i also really liked the way you described them talking about the dates they ~will~ take, hope the mission goes well

Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 7 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: One phone call was never going to be enough for Bradley. Another opportunity falls into his lap, and he emails you right away to see if you can make a little time for him. When he shares a bit more with you than he bargained for, he's pleasantly surprised once again by how open and authentic you are.

Warnings: Fluff, language, Bradley being vulnerable

Length: 4300 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader

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Bradley was never usually one to get lost in a daydream. He was exceptionally good at focusing on flying when he was in the air. If he had a task to complete on the ground, he always got it done. But when he spent the rest of his day after talking on the phone with you in his bunk, he wasn't focused on much except the sound of your voice. Then he dug out the pictures you'd mailed to him so he could see your face as well. The combination of everything about you was almost too much, and he didn't know how he'd manage in person.

He still had weeks of his deployment left, and he'd never wanted to get home so badly in his life. That first date was already set. He was annoyed he couldn't give you a firm idea on when it could happen, but you didn't seem to mind too much. In fact, you told him you'd be ready whenever he got back. And that you'd take him any way you could get him. Well, as long as you still wanted him next month, you could have him.

With a smile on his face, Bradley reached for the stack of letters from your class and took the time to judge the drawing contest. All he really did was award each kid their own unique superlative. The purple jet that he thought was Violet's won the 'I Wish the Navy Liked Colors' award. Jayden's drawing of the jet with the dog named Vanessa for a pilot won the 'She Probably Flies Better Than I Do' award. And the one that looked like a dragon won the 'Fanciest Scales' award.

He wrote on the back of each picture, chuckling the whole time. Then he got to the one you drew, and he noticed something he'd missed when he first opened the newest box from your class. Next to his name written on the side of the F/A-18, you'd drawn a little heart. He was all smiles as he flipped it over and started writing.

Hey, Gorgeous,

This one's my favorite, but don't tell the kiddos, okay? The little heart really sold it for me. I can't wait to see you.

Bradley

After he packaged everything up and dropped it off to be sent back to the states, he made his way to dinner. He ate his meatloaf alone once again, but he hadn't felt lonely in months. The adrenaline rush of the phone call was finally starting to wear off, but he felt warm all over. You'd be asleep now back in California, but maybe there was a chance you had in fact emailed him that selfie before you went to bed. And that is what once again lured him back to the lounge. You had a vise-like grip on every part of him, and he was itching to know exactly what you looked like tonight while he was talking to you.

Unsurprisingly, he had to wait a bit until there was a computer free that he could use. Sundays always seemed to be when the lounge was swamped, but he didn't mind. He just sat back and thought about the way you said his name. He could imagine you whispering it. He could even imagine you screaming it.

"Shit," he grunted, hopping up when it was finally his turn, and he logged into his email account to find that you wrote to him approximately fifteen minutes after the phone call ended. And when he opened your message, he leaned in a little closer to make sure nobody else around him could catch even a glimpse of the photos you attached.

His heart started beating in that same erratic way it had when he listened to you telling him you thought about kissing his scars. Not only had you emailed him a sweet looking selfie of you in bed wearing an oversized sweatshirt, you sent a second, decidedly spicier one, too. 

Bradley ran his hand over his mouth and mustache, trying not to groan as he quickly memorized every detail of that second photo. You'd removed that oversized sweatshirt and snuggled down under the soft looking sheet, and there was not a scrap of shirt fabric covering your arms or chest. Inch after glorious inch of the soft swell of your breasts was visible before the sheet forced him to imagine what the rest would look like. And he had a very vivid imagination.

When his hand dropped down to his side, he realized he was staring open mouthed at the photo. The little smirk you wore in it let him know you were absolutely intentional about this, and that was such a huge turn on for him. This is how you wanted him to see you. Fuck. He scrolled back up to the first photo where you were wearing your sweatshirt and a much more innocent smile, and he whispered, "Okay, Gorgeous. You've ruined me."

He realized as he scrolled all the way back up to your actual message that there were probably a lot of guys who got sent straight up pornography from their wives or girlfriends when they were deployed, but this had to be the hottest looking thing that ever graced his inbox. And you were still completely covered up. He shook his head to clear his mind as he started reading.

Bradley,

Thank you for the phone call. I'm sitting here kind of regrouping while the butterflies are still going crazy in my belly. I can't pinpoint exactly what it is with you that sets them off, but hearing your voice for twenty minutes straight has turned me into a boneless heap on my bed. I'm almost afraid of what might happen to me if you touch me.

It's gone. I deleted my profile and the entire dating app. I'm no longer looking for single guys with jobs who are between 30 and 40 years old. I'm just looking for a 36-year old Naval aviator who wants to take me to the beach in Coronado to watch the sunset with Thai food and Prosecco.

I hope you come home soon. Do you have any idea how much longer you'll be gone? Why isn't the Navy taking into consideration the fact that you and I have a date to go on? I'd just really like to see your face in person as soon as possible.

I'm attaching two photos, probably against my better judgement. Maybe it's just my excuse to get you to call me Gorgeous again. I can't wait to see you.

Your favorite pen pal

He wanted to wait until he had some gym selfies to send, but he couldn't leave you hanging. Not when those two, flawless photos caught his eye again. So he started typing up a response, and soon he found that he wanted to talk to you on the phone again badly enough that he was going to go back to one of the admirals to see if there was any way he could.

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You had such a hard time falling asleep on Saturday night after talking to Bradley. It was like your body had accepted the inevitable before your brain had. You were completely enchanted by him, and the call made it so much worse. Hearing him call you Gorgeous through your phone speaker was almost more than you could handle. You were turned on and too warm, even without your sweatshirt. You couldn't believe you sent him that photo. You couldn't believe you trusted him enough to keep it private.

He probably dated women in the past who sent him things that were way more explicit than a selfie where they were covered up, but you were still a teacher who wanted to keep her job. You loved your class, and you knew nobody else could handle your kids as well as you could. But you wanted to give Bradley what you could for now.

It was the description of the perfect date and the promise that he'd kiss you as soon as he saw you that kept playing in your mind. And you let it keep playing on loop, because he lived in Coronado. And that's how you finally dozed off. When you woke up on Sunday morning, you had a brand new email in response to your selfies.

Gorgeous,

I'm thrilled to hear the app is gone. All of the other single guys aged thirty to forty are probably at home crying right now, and I can't blame them. I'll just sit here with a smug look on my face.

That phone call was one of the best of my life. The way you say my name is somehow better than I imagined it would sound, and I'd been spending a lot of my free time thinking about it. Hearing your voice and seeing you in these photos is a privilege. That second one had me staring with my mouth hanging open for a few minutes. I think I just about memorized it, but I'm going to check one more time before I log off. Okay, maybe two more times. As much as I love it, I don't want to feel pressured to send me things like that. But dear god, Gorgeous, I mean it when I say you take that word to a whole new level.

You don't need an excuse to get me to call you Gorgeous. Hopefully by next month, you'll be hearing it so much in person that you'll be sick of it. And it's not a matter of if I touch you, it's a matter of when.

As soon as I have a better idea of when I'll be back in San Diego, that information will be in your inbox immediately.

I can't wait to see you,

Bradley

You couldn't wait that long. You would never make it. Your sheets were brushing your bare skin as you thought about him calling you Gorgeous so many times that you got sick of it, but you knew that would never happen. You were going to need another hobby or maybe five to help you pass the time, but for now, you decided to work on your lesson plans for the coming week.

Your kids would probably be happy to learn that you were planning on extending your aviation lessons to the end of the school year. Or at least until Bradley got back. What you wouldn't give to have him visit your classroom. Just the idea of him standing in front of the board, maybe in his flight suit, left you light headed. You already knew your kids would be absolutely delighted to meet him after writing back and forth so many times.

After you managed to distract yourself for a full day, you were just getting into bed when you heard your phone ping with a notification. "Oh god," you groaned in pleasure. When you opened the new email from Bradley, you were met with the promised gym selfies. One was of his reflection which was taken in a long mirror that seemed to cover most of a wall. You could see some other people working out in the background, but front and center was Bradley curling a massive looking dumbbell in snug shorts and a shirt with the sleeves ripped off.

You dropped down onto your bed and zoomed in on his biceps. "Dear Lord." Your heart was hammering in your chest now. Did he not know what he looked like? Did he not know that his body was absolutely flawless? The second photo was even better. The half-smirk, half-smile and the peek of pretty, white teeth. The slightly messy hair. The chocolatey brown eyes. The scars with the beads of sweat running down them. "Unbelievable."

And then you read the short message.

Two gym selfies, as promised. You asked for a nice closeup of my face, and that's as good as it gets. Talk soon, Gorgeous.

You were still looking at the photos when you fell asleep.

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Bradley shouldn't have been surprised that another mission was in the works. He'd been so caught up in you, he almost expected smooth sailing and a direct path back to San Diego so he could get on with his personal life. But no such luck. After several days holed up in planning sessions, the only real happiness he found was in each new email from you.

There was another class photo in one. There was a selfie of you at a Thai restaurant in another. And there were always a lot of fun details about your day, too. But it was the bits where you let him know you were thinking about him that made him a little weaker for you with every passing day. His favorite was when you told him you donated all of your DVDs of movies with spiders in them. He also loved it when you told him that your students wanted to meet him.

If he could just get back, you and he would be watching all the spider-less movies together, and he'd be more than happy to visit your classroom. But, fuck, this deployment was dragging. He was tired, but he wasn't sleeping well. And there seemed to be cabbage rolls every evening in the cafeteria. When he finally made it out on deck a few days before he was supposed to fly the mission, he ended up talking to Marty.

"You need a hand with that?" Bradley asked the mechanic as he worked on taking apart an engine.

"Sure, Lieutenant," Marty replied, handing Bradley some very greasy bolts and a wrench. "Just hang onto those for me."

Two minutes of watching him work, and Bradley wished he'd brought his phone with him to record a video for your class. "The kids would love this," he muttered, and Marty chuckled.

"You still sending stuff to that elementary class back in San Diego? The pen pals?"

"Yeah," Bradley replied. "I think I've kind of adopted them. Or maybe they've adopted me? Either way, I've been writing to them this entire deployment. And... you know how you asked me if I was dating a teacher a few months ago?"

Marty looked at him and laughed. "Let me guess. You fell for their teacher?"

He nodded and sighed when he thought about you. "Yeah... it's just been a lot of emails and letters and one phone call, but now I can't wait to get back home."

"Damn," Marty grunted as he removed another bolt. "Some guys have all the luck." Bradley ended up helping him lift some heavy parts from a crate as Marty told him, "I have a ten minute FaceTime call scheduled for later this week if you want to use it to talk to your new girlfriend again."

Bradley was ready to jump at the chance to see your face and hear your voice at the same time, but instead he said, "I can't take that from you, but thanks, man."

Marty shrugged. "I'll just end up talking to my sister again. You can have it."

Bradley stared at him for a few seconds. "Yeah? You're sure?"

"All yours."

Bradley stayed long enough to get the details and help Marty unload everything else he needed to finish his project, and then he got cleaned up and went to the lounge to email you. If you were able to talk to him over FaceTime, it would be everything he needed to get through this last flight mission and end his deployment on a high note.

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"Lieutenant Bradshaw said my drawing is the funniest one!"

"Lieutenant Bradshaw likes the rooster beak I put on my jet!"

"Lieutenant Bradshaw said mine is the least realistic in a good way!"

You were trying not to laugh as you looked at each of the little messages Bradley wrote on the backs of the F/A-18 drawings. They were all somehow well thought out and personalized. It was as if he actually knew these kids. But you supposed that in a way, he did. You kept going back to your desk to look at the note on the back of your drawing.

Hey, Gorgeous,

This one's my favorite, but don't tell the kiddos, okay? The little heart really sold it for me. I can't wait to see you.

Bradley

Seeing him was all you could think about now. You were almost completely convinced that your feelings would translate well from virtual to personal interaction. How could they not? He was as sweet and sincere over the phone as he was through his writing.

When you checked your phone after your kids were dismissed for the day, you tapped on a new email from Bradley before you started packing your bag to head home.

Gorgeous, any chance you have ten minutes you're willing to spend on a FaceTime call? Tomorrow night around 8:00 for you?

You squeaked in delight at the mere thought of it. His face and his voice and his words and his attention all at the same time? Ten minutes of it?

Yes! I'll be ready!

Now you had to wait. You also had to get your friends to bump up the Friday night dinner reservation to 5:00. And you needed to make sure you looked nicer than you did when you were usually lounging at home in your oversized sweatshirt. 

So when Friday evening rolled around, and you barely made it home from dinner by 8:00, you were a little frazzled. You wanted to take the time to fix your makeup, and you wanted to change into a cuter shirt that your friends would have definitely called you out on if they saw you wearing it to dinner, but there was no time. Your phone was already ringing at 8:01.

This time, the butterflies erupted as soon as you accepted the call and saw Bradley sitting there in his flight suit with a hesitant smile on his face. He didn't even have to say a word to make you feel like you were going to float up to the ceiling even as you tried to sit down on your bed.

"Bradley," you breathed softly, and his smile grew exponentially. 

"Hey, Gorgeous."

You bit your lip as you took in all the details of his face on your tiny phone screen. His brown eyes were wide as he did the same to you, and you couldn't stop yourself before you said, "Hey, Handsome."

His cheeks immediately flushed with a pink tint, and he looked down at the table in front of him with a bashful smile. You wanted to climb through your phone to get to him, settle yourself down on his lap, and feel how rough his flight suit was against your hands. You wanted to tip his face up so he was looking at you again, and when he did that on his own, you almost screamed in delight at what he said next.

"Damn, Baby. You didn't need to get all dressed up just to talk to me. You look beautiful right now, but I'm also partial to your sweatshirt."

You looked down at yourself and then back at him with a little laugh. He was staring at you in awe as you said, "I always look like this."

"You always look like this? You always look this hot?" he asked, that little grin you liked so much dancing around his lips. "Seriously?"

"Well, I mean, I didn't do anything special. I wanted to, but I ran out of time, and I definitely didn't want to miss your call."

Your heart was thudding as he really scanned your face and let out a low whistle. "I guess I'll find out for myself soon enough. About two more weeks to go, and then I'll be home. I just got that information today."

"Two weeks!" you exclaimed, nearly dropping your phone. Images of beach sunsets and Bradley's big hand holding yours filled your mind. "That's better than I was hoping for!"

You watched him run his hand through his hair, almost like he was nervous now. "Same. So what do you say? Two Saturdays from now, as long as everything goes as planned, you want to go on that first date with me?"

"Yes, Bradley," you replied immediately. "If you want to spend your first day back on dry land with me, then that's absolutely what I want to do."

His voice was deep and raspy as he said, "Then it's a date." But his eyes still seemed uncertain, and you knew instinctively that there was more going on as he asked, "You think... maybe we could talk about date number two for a minute? I was thinking we would go out to a restaurant so I can prove to you that I clean up okay."

You had to press your lips together for a few seconds before you said, "I have no doubt in my mind that you'd look just as good in a tee shirt as you would in a tuxedo."

That made him laugh as he scratched along the stubble on his jaw. "Humor me, Gorgeous? We would end up going out on a second date, right?" he asked, and somehow you could tell that something else was on his mind. "Maybe we would even go on a third?"

"Would?" you asked softly. "Don't you mean will?"

"Shit, I'm sorry," he said, leaning in a little closer. "Yeah. We will."

You and he studied each other as you asked, "Is there something wrong?"

He leaned back in his seat, and your heart started beating a most uncomfortable rhythm. "Damn it," he muttered, closing his eyes briefly as he took a deep breath. "We only have a few minutes on here, and I'm fucking it up because I'm nervous." You noticed he was rubbing his palms along his thighs, and he looked you in the eye as he said, "I really like you. All I can think about is getting home and doing all the things I promised. I don't usually feel like I have anything special to look forward to in San Diego. Or at least I didn't before we started talking." He cleared his throat and added, "I'm flying a final mission here in a few hours. It's a sensitive one, and... I just wanted you to know that I'll be thinking about you until I have to put my head down and get to work."

"Oh," you gasped, suddenly more aware than ever that he had the kind of anxiety inducing, adrenaline spiking job you could only ever dream of. Your fourth grade classroom was tame by comparison. Your students were nothing compared to opposing fighter jets. His career was dangerous.

Tears filled your eyes as he groaned a little bit and whispered, "I'm sorry, Baby. I kind of killed the vibe."

"You didn't," you told him quickly, studying the concern written on his features. Then your voice got even softer as you asked, "How will I know you're okay?"

He cleared his throat and said, "Sometimes they close off communication as we get closer to port. Of course I'll email you if I can, otherwise I'll let you know when I'm back in San Diego." His brown eyes flicked to the side and then back to you. "I'm going to have to go in a minute here."

There were a lot of things you knew would have to be left unsaid for now, so you told him what you could. "I really like you, too," you promised him, and some of the worry melted away from his face. "And I'm thinking dinner at an Italian restaurant for our second date. That way you can get cleaned up nice, and I can wear a dress that I'll be stressing out about all night long. And you can tell me that I look gorgeous while my foot keeps intentionally bumping yours under the table." He was smiling now, so you decided to go for broke. "And you kind of promised me takeout on your couch with a spider-free movie. I was hoping you'd play a song on the piano for me. I was hoping to cover both of us with a blanket and kiss you senseless. How does that sound?" You were gripping your phone a little tighter, hoping you'd be able to hear his response before he said he had to go.

"That sounds perfect, Gorgeous," he said, looking a lot calmer now. "Let's do that."

"Please, be careful."

"I will."

And then he was gone.

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Bradley needed to make it home, because he decidedly had a lot to do there. Nat was expecting not one, but two dinners out of him now. There were eighteen fourth graders he wanted to meet. And as he ended a FaceTime call with the woman of his dreams while she had tears in her eyes, he knew he wanted to go on those dates more than anything else. If he never got to meet you in person... well he couldn't even think about that right now. He was supposed to report to his jet on the main runway in an hour, but you kept popping up in every corner of his mind. You were more emotionally open with him over a ten minute call than Vanessa ever was.

"Bradshaw!" He turned to see a petty officer coming toward him with a box. "Last mail call."

"Thank you," he replied, already smiling as he recognized your handwriting. His nineteen pen pals were here to keep him company once again, and his heart swelled with something he didn't even want to try to identify at the moment. All he could do was drop the box off in his bunk and tell himself he'd open it when he got back after nightfall.

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Vulnerable Bradley is nervous just thinking about what might happen. He's starting to feel like Gorgeous could be be the one waiting on the San Diego end of all of his deployments from now on, but he needs to get through the rest of this one first. Maybe they can meet in the next part? Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

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[hunterstorys5]

Meeting new friends part 3 (next part will be the last one probably)

Emerald:uh... eh... *float to another tree a bit away from umbra and alex*

Alex: Emerald. How you can do that? That's so impressive

*Emerald sighs in relieve. Still she had to think fast*

E: it's because my trai...

Umbra: don't even try. I know a about lot of psychic moves. And not a single one can make you float so naturally. *Jumps on the tree emerald is.* What are you?!!*Emerald jumps back and start to fall to the ground until she feels herself falling on something fluffy*

*she liked where she falled and hugged it. Not noticing she turned back into a mew*

E:so comfortable *while still hugging that thing go up carrying emerald*

U:What a cute little creature.

*Emerald hearing this so close. Open her eyes and notice that what she is hugging is umbra tail*

E:uh eh. *Notices she turned back into a mew* EEEEP *start to tremble. While her tail wrap around herself to "Protect her"*

U:*rub emerald head. She speaks calmly* don't worry little one, I won't hurt you. And sorry for scaring you. I Need to be cautious with new Pokemon.

*Emerald purrs with the rubs*

E:Uh. Ok... *Look to umbra tail* how did it got so big.

*Umbra chuckles as the purple rings on her fur start to shine*

U:I can make my body grow *the rest of her body grows until her fits with her tail size* and shrink *she pulls emerald close and shrink her entire body back to normal* as I want.

E:That's so cool

Alex: umbra!

U:! Ah yeah. Forgot you can't jump to here. *Umbra grow her paw and pull Alex to the tree*

E: can I ask why you can't jump?

A: unfortunately one of my paws is broken. And I couldn't heal it *Shows her left front paw* if I hit her in anything I feel much pain.

E:oh. I understand.

*umbra and Alex ask some things to emerald. Like why she was using transform or why she was alone here thinking she lied about some things. Trusting more them. Emerald answer almost everything right. Just hiding that her mom is a suicune. After that they chat a bit more. Suddenly emerald put her hands on her head and hear suicune voice*

Suicune: uh Emerald. I'm in a bit of trouble right now. So I need to be out for more time than I thought. So uh you will need to stay tonight alone. Sorry.

E:Shit.

U:What happened?!

E: was just my mom communicating with me. To advise I need to stay alone tonight...

A:you can stay with us tonight if you want.

E:Serious? I don't wanna bother you 2.

U:I don't think hunter would like... *Think for a moment* You just need to stay close to me. Ok?

E:Ok.

*They chat for a few more hours. While Zack watch them from a tree a bit away from them*

[brandycranby]

eeeep brandy it’s your raccoon anon 🦝🥺 thank you so much for your answer to my ask! I come bearing more thoughts on raccoon reader 🫣😌

hehe so raccoons have really tactile and sensitive front paws and I just !!! her always reaching for steve’s hand to hold 🥺 his rough hands that are somehow also sooo soft and big and her little spidery fingers just jittering over them and grabbing and tugging on his fingers !!! 🥺 HAND KISSIES 😭 omg pls stop me I can’t take it 🫠

and raccoons are so smart! you hinted at that in your answer ☺️ they apparently are good with numbers and stuff and imagine her looking at some mission notes steve has lying around and just casually figuring out a code or sth 👀 hehe and they’re really good at opening stuff so I think that everybody’s gonna give her jars n stuff to open and steve is just like hello??? super-soldier muscles??? 😅 even bucky is gonna give her things to open just to annoy steve 😇

ugh brandy you have to stop me I literally cannot take this anymore SO MUCH CUTENESS 🥺🫠 all the cute lil sniffs and the grabbing and touching and snuggling and !!! I‘m gonna see myself out 👋🏼 but not before wishing you a wonderful and relaxing sunday and a great start into the next week 😌❤️‍🔥

hello darling, hello my love, my raccoon anon 🥺🫶🏻💕💕 i love u bundles and bundles, this was answered so late!! ty for your well wishes *kisses ur forehead*

you always bring the best thoughts to my inbox 😌 raccoon!reader with a hand fixation and vice versa will never leave my mind at this point. all the hand kissies, her kissing steve's fading bruises and scratches, steve stopping her from fidgeting by taking her hand and pressing each finger to his lips, some nervous chewing (raccoon hybrid!reader not steve), etc. etc.

she would be so good at untangling yarn and thread. her fingers aren't specifically spidery as in thin or long but rather that they can get anywhere. tiny buttons, jam jarns, the safety seals on bottles, she does it all.

ONE DAY I WILL WRITE MORE ACTUAL FIC FOR HER W ALL THE SNIFFS AND SNUGGLES 😣💕😣💕

[lilianlay]

I want to keep warm

Hi everyone! I haven't written anything about the Obey me boys for a very long time and yesterday was Mammon's birthday🎉 And I'm a little late with this fic, but the main thing is that I wrote this^^ This is my first time writing a fic with MC (GN), I hope you enjoy it. Hug everyone^^

Summary: MC want to keep warm and they have a plan.

Warning: This is a tickle fic. If you don't like this, don't read it^^

Mammon x MC

So quiet. This is very rare in House of Lamentation. It was still very early now and all the inhabitants of the house were asleep. Almost all. MC was first to wake up, but they were not in their room and bed. At Mammon's. They watched movies all night and fell asleep together. MC looked to the opposite side of the bed where the Avatar of Greed slept. He hugged his pillow cutely and snored softly. The demon's face was relaxed and he smiled gently, perhaps he was dreaming about something. His white hair was disheveled, but it looked so cute and homey. MC has been staring at Mammon for several minutes now and can't take their eyes off him. They stroked his cheek gently, causing the Avatar of Greed to wrinkle his nose in a funny way. He mumbled something and hid his face under the covers, so that only the top of his white head was visible. MC giggled.

- Mammon. - they whispered softly.

- Mmm - the only thing that the demon answered. - If you woke up so early, it does not mean that you need to wake me up.

- But I'm bored.

- It's not my problem. Lie down, close your eyes and go back to sleep.

- I won't sleep.

But the demon's next response was snoring.

- Mammon. - they crossed their arms, but then an idea came to them.

MC lay down on the bed again and crawled under Mammon's blanket. The Avatar of Greed felt it.

- What are you doing?

- I'm cold.

- You have your own blanket.

- Yours is better and I can.. - they hugged Mammon.

- MC! YOU HAVE COLD HANDS!!! - demon started squealing and squirming, but he didn't want them to take their hands away.

- I want you to warm.

- And I want to sleep!

- Sleep, and I will warm about you.

- Hmph - he was happy that MC didn't see his blushy cheeks.

Hands began to warm up a little and MC decided to put their hands under Mammon's shirts.

- Wh-whahahat are you doing?! - the Avatar of Greed began to squirm.

- It's warmer in here. - they stroke his tummy.

- Stohop, thahahat's enohough. - he began to giggle softly.

- Hm? What do you mean? - MC continue, but this time they stroke the sides.

- Eeeep! - the second born is shaking. - Your hands are still cold.

- Therefore, I warm them about you, silly. - they giggled. - But you're actually just ticklish~

- Whahahahat?! Of cohourse nohohohot!

- I don't think so. - this time, MCs fingers began to run over the demon's bare skin, which made him wiggle even more.

- It's nohohohot fahahair, yohou knohohow that I'm wehehak whehehen I'm slehehehepy.

- Really? Oh, I completely forgot. - they chuckled softly.

- Liahar!

- How rough. - MC pretended to be offended and went up to the armpits of the Avatar of Greed.

- NohohohoHOHOHO! OHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE, NOHOHOT THEHEHERE. - he tried to run away, but realized that due to the fact that he was squirming, his legs were tangled in the blanket.

- You deserve it, you little rude cute demon. - this time MC sat on his hips so they could finally see his beautiful red face.

- I'm nohohohohot! PleheheAHAHAHASE! - he wanted to hide his face with his hands, but immediately regretted it, as the armpits became completely open. Why is he wearing a sleeveless shirt?! Mammon thought to himself.

- Tickle tickle tickle~ Aww you're so cute. - their fingers gently massage the hollows of the armpits, from which Mammon tilts his head back and screamed. - What a wonderful reaction!

- OHOHOHOHOHO MC PLEHEHEHASE. I'M SOHOHORRY I'M SOHOHOHOHORY! IAHAHHA WOHOHOHON'T BEHEHE RUHADE ANYHIHIMOHOHRE - he grabbed their wrists but didn't pull them away.

- Do you promise not to be rude again?

- YeheheheHEHEHES, I PROHOHOHOMISE!

- Do you admit that you are cute and love tickle?~

- Whahahahahahat?! - but he immediately felt a strong vibration and nodded. - OKAHAHAHAHAY!YEHEHEHES, I'M CUHAHAHATE AND LOHOHOVE WHEHEHEN YOHOHOHOU TIHIHICKLE MEHEHE. PLEHEHEASE, I CAHAHAN'T TAHAHAKE IT ANYMOHOHORE!

MC smiled and stopped.

- Alive?

- Y-yehehes.. - he lay down in a pose of a starfish and catch his breath - It wahas mehehean.

- I just warmed up. And by the way, I was just asked to say that you love tickle in general, and you said that you love being tickled. - they giggled.

The demon turned very red and covered his face with his hands.

- Shut up.. - he blush more.

- No~

Mammon narrowed his eyes and dumped MC on the bed. He stole them and himself with a blanket.

- Humans are very cunning.

- Hehe, maybe quite a bit.

He rolled his eyes and crawled under the blanket.

- Hm? Where are you going? - MC wanted to get up on their elbows, but they felt the demon lift their shirt.

- I'm hungry and I need food. Hmm, I think your delicious tummy will help me. - heard from under the covers.

- W-wait, Mammon, let's talk about ihihihihihit - but they didn't have time to finish, as laughter drowned out all the words.

Everyone in the House of Lamentation is still sleeping. Almost all. Now, from the room of the second born, heard the infectious laughter of human and demon. And of course, they both fell asleep afterwards.

[atrenabr]

Oh my

(Am I going to turn this in to dead tierd? Yes, I don't have the ability to not do dead tierd, it is a obsession)[also ye coffee 4 me is a 50/50 I can go back to bed or I can have a focus on wat I need to do]

(all of the inconsistencies will be addressed as lake of sleep, I am infact Dead Tired)

I didn't know that there is a limit to tegs, it is 30

I will die on the hill of Tim's love language being stalking

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Tim would be ecstatic to find a person that reacts so differently from the rest, he has to know how!!! Morre! All! Every bit of information counts, and if the guy is cute? He can appreciate other people beauty!

And Jason would be upset that he had to deal with a leak of "The sleeping stuff", as the sleeping kid said, in his turf because somehow the kid that Tim is stalking "Is not stalking Jason, is looking him up" got his hands on some of Scarecrow's fear gass, it's not that Jason is upset about the kid using it, [he would know, it kips him awake better than any cup of coffee] he is upset about the LEAK

No-one know Jason also reacts differently about the Fear gass because he hid this fac, by ether pretending It did as normal and scared him, or he had his helmet on, and in all situations he didn't go to the cave or didn't run in with Black Bat, they suspect something, and suspect it is not harmful, but in the long run they will not let this down

Duke knows a little bit of everything, but it's so little that it can form a different picture every time he looks at it, but he is the least clules to wat Tim and Jason are investigating

Bruce knows NOTHING he THINKS he knows, but it's all lies, is he a good guy? Yes, is he a good father? HE IS TRYING!!! He is no bad, but he sometimes fails, and trys to correct his mistakes

>----------------------------------------------------<

The Fentons ar not bad on purpose, they just don't KNOW about Phantom being there SON, they DON'T KNOW they have ADHD but they are a loving family even though they are neglecting there childre, but ADHD can do that to someone, if you don't have a foto of a person you can forget about them, forgetting to eat, to do anything if it doesn't fall in to the fold of your hiperficsation, they remember and know and love there children, but most of the time they are so engrossed in their hiperficsation [that lasted years even with little to no proof it was real]

So wen one of there kids want to go to study psychology in Gotham and to intern in Arkan they funded her

Wen Danny wanted to move to Gotham because he got in to a space engineering program in the Wayne foundation, his parents were happy that the kids were growing

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Danny knows he is being watched, by the bat's and by this cute and stalkery guy

He knows it is sense the "sleeping stuff" that now he knows is FEAR gass

It started with a new account following him on Instagram, he wishes this wasn't a red flag for him, but the only people following him on his Instagram are the people from Amat, apparently no-one in this goddamworld can connect to Amity Park, just like Amity Park can't connect to the rest of the world

He said nothing to that, because he started to feel eyes on his back, and he knew that if he did anything suspicious they would know that he knows

So it stays like that for over a week, till the motheflipin HED HOOD(OMA It's the protectorof vengeance! Eeeep he is here! Can I getan autograph?) knocked on his window, well over tow weeks of not using the "sleeping gass" and feeling eyes on his back.

After some freaking out and a autograph with some awkward moments, Hood starts with the "I am sorry that my brother coworker" speal

Danny noticed that it is not a coworker situation but a family situation, he has one that is equally strange and has herd and sed the same speal that all brothers and sisters know

So instead of acting normal and saying nothing, he opens his mouth to say "So the cute guy that is stalking me, that totally is definitely only a coworker, does he has a name and a phone?"

R"the eyebrow rise" H : Are you trying to flirt with my bro- CoWoKerR ?!!

D "comit to the bit" F : he is already following me on Insta, I think I can get his phone, so just asking someone he is close to might do the trick =)

DF: I gotta tell you though, you're ecto is so rancid that it's just sad, do you even know wat is doing to you?

R "whiplash on the change of conversion" H: And wat is ectoplasma?

DF: It is all things that a ghost is made of, is all things Ghost Zone, it's in the air, some places have more some have almost none, and you have a version of it in your body, a very VERY bad version of it

The awkward silence of tension lasts a minute

RH: Wat about this, how do?

DF: So do you want it removed?

RH : WA- YOU CAn Do that?!!

*Oracle on coms "Hood there's a guy running to your direction on ..."

Danny watches as Red Hood gets out through the window and left a little paper with a number on it "well at least I can find him, his brother on the other hand... he didn't say I couldn't try"

>----------------------------------------------------<

Tim had planted bugs on his house since the day he found it, he followed the guys Instagram on accident, he knows that Danny KNOWS that he is watching him, and he knows that Danny is a meta, but his files say nothing about that

The bugs work, but some times there's only static, it goesquitefor a long time and the static returns, suspect that it is part of his power, but the conversation between Hood and Danny, some of it can be worrisome, but the rest just makes him blushing as red as his own costume! IT'S INFURIATING!

Oracle has been spotting some cams that work just fine, but start to get static suddenly, Some are bad and others not so much, but it leads a path and a traile to those that know what it could be, Danny has powers that mess with technology, and he is tailing ME

So not only I have to deal with not being found by an invisible individual that we know nothing about, I have to dismiss the rest of the family of anything that might clue them in to knowing to some degree more

>----------------------------------------------------<

Danny knew the ID of Red Robin, but he isn't going to say a thing, did he think it would be the rich af CEO Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne? No, not a clue, did he know that before he did his research? Also no[Sed research:Showed a foto of Tim with"cute guy is stalkingme" the Group Chat of him, Tuck and Sam, cue Tucker calling him and screaming about his Idol "isn't your Idol Oracle? "]

So he starts to research more about Timothy, and about the Bats and Birds, did he know at first ho was Tim? No

He found out after the first time he got close to Tim, and felt the same aura in Red Robin, he didn't tell this to the group

And more research on the Wayne's and it shows, a supposed dead son that later got revealed that he was not, Bruce missing for almost two years some time ago, the reputation of the adoption addiction some scandals of normal riches, and Internet gossip

After witnessing BruciE Wayne acting as dumb as possible as in "act dumb! Not that dumb" tipe of, he could barely think of him as the Batman, but he as Phantom knew how important it is to hide your identity, and that is a good trow of and a set back

He looks to the clock,two past midnight, he got up, got the fear toxin and inhaled some frome the device he created to hold the toxin safely, and went to bed

>----------------------------------------------------<

Dick doesn't know wat is going on with his brother, Tim is acting more paranoid than normal, and every time he asks about it he deflects and starts a new topic

The only clue I have is that is related to the kid that lives on crime aley and some time ago slept on the Scarecrow attack

He is going to find out eventually, be it by dragging this information out of someone that knows, or

NW : Hi I would say I've heard a lot about you, but that would be a lie, so helo Danny, was walking by and it looked like you need help

D "sensed him staring in to me" F: Hi Nightwing and unless you know enough about Brazilian literature?

Turns out Nigthwing did know about Brás Cubas because he's brother loves literature

>----------------------------------------------------<

Does he knows that he gave Tim's number to the kid? Yes

Does the kid knows it? Probably not

Is he amused by his own prank? Very much yes

Hood patrols around the area a little more often after the first encounter with Danny, by now he knows Tim is definitely listening with bugs on the place, and oh how he likes to go and talk with Danny, knowing that Tim is going to listen to the audios and blush madly with all of the teasing he does under word games

It is exhausting to have to play matchmaker to two genius idiots that are pining over each other

Asides from the flipping pining, we talk about the hole ectoplasma thing and how he can clean the bad stuff, the process is not complicated, but it takes time, would be a week if there were time, but a month coming every day and it's going to solve the problem

[Some interaction because is funny in my head]

Hood knowing RR is listening *

RH: So my brother [long has given up the coworker lie and knowshe gave awaythere ID and had a peaceful conversation with Danny "YOU POINTEDA GUN TO MY HEAD"]

D "oh no here comes the teasing again"F: uhhhh yes wat about him?

RH: Wen are you going to call him? I know you're stalking him and checking him up

D "blushing madly" F: nO I AM noT! Why-would-you-think-that?!

RH - eyebrow rise*

DF: WAT ABOUT IT?! HE IS HOT!

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Red Robin . exe has stopped working

I've seen fear gas as weed, I've seen fear gas as food, I have seen fear gas a salt! What I've not seen?

Fear gas as caffeine.

Enter Danny "ADHD runs in the family" Fenton, in the middle of a Scarecrow attack, typing out three different essays amidst people shouting and screaming, completely In The Zone. At some point he decks Scarecrow himself in the face because the guy tried to attack him while he was finishing up citations.

[ticklish-n-stuff]

It’s me again╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ ( the one with sweet messages ) this time I have a req! So I just had an idea for akitoya and I was thinking what if akito pranks toya or tricks toya and then tickles him. Idk maybe you can imagine or write something abt that:)

Game night gone wrong

Ok but like, I really love this idea! Akito is definitely a trickster and Toya being so gullible and clueless falls for his tricks all the time. I hope I do your idea justice!

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Akito x Toya (romantic but interpret as you wish)

Ler: Akito

Lee: Toya

Warnings: Tickles! Feet??

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Akito and Toya were gathered in the redhead’s room, deciding to spend their night playing boardgames. Akito had brought out the family friendly game of monopoly, where friendships don’t get ruined (that’s a lie).

They both settled down on the floor and set up their game, nothing could go wrong, right? Well your WRONG! Toya was absolutely dominating the game and poor Akito was about to go bankrupt.

In a fit of furry, Akito accidentally rolled his dice a bit too hard, which lead to them getting lost under his bed. As he was about to go retrieve them, he suddenly got a good idea, a very mischevious one in fact.

“Hey Toya, can you go get the dice for me?”.

“Why me though?”.

“W-well uhh… Y-you have a longer reach than me, so it’ll be easier to get them!” Akito did the best puppy eyes he could in order to persuade Toya.

Toya could never resist his cute boyfriend.

“Alright then, but don’t touch my stuff”.

“Thanks babe~”.

Toya softly blushed at the nickname and went under Akito’s bed to get the dice.

“Toya, you gotta go in all the way”.

Toya obeyed and went further deeper into the bed, with only his lower half sticking out.

“Akito, I can’t find them”.

“Just keep looking. Here, I’ll help you out~” And with that, Akito’s plan had commenced. He quickly took a seat on top of his boyfriend’s legs to keep him pinned.

“A-Akito, what are you doing…? I can’t move” Poor Toya was so clueless as to what his boyfriend’s true intentions were.

“I’m here to help out~! So you just keep looking down there~”.

Akito’s grin was so sinister you’d think he had lost his marbles (in this case his dice). He then proceeded to swipe a single finger down his boyfriend’s socked sole, causing him to let out a girlish shriek.

“EEP! A-Akito! Don’t do that..!”.

“Forget about me, just focus on finding the dice, sweetie~” Akito then proceeded to slowly wiggle his fingers up and down Toya’s feet.

“Wahahait! Thahahat tickles!! Ahahakito!!” Poor Toya couldn’t focus on finding the dice, and with his boyfriend on top of him, he wasn’t able to move. He was traped!

“Really?? I would’ve never guessed~”.

“Gahahahaha! Ahakito! Plehehease!”.

“But your doing so well! Keep going~” With that, Akito slowly peeled off Toya’s socks, causing him to panic.

“WaHAit!! Akito! Dohon’t!” Toya tried kicking his legs but it was useless.

“I’ll stop helping once you’ve found the dice, until then… Tickle tickle, Toya~” Akito started scribbling his nails all over Toya’s bare soles.

“GYAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAKITO! NAHAHAHAHA!” Toya tried protesting but his sentences would get interrupted by his own laughter.

“C’mon Toya, the dice won’t find itself~” Akito being the little shit he is, started tickling Toya’s toes.

“AHH! AHAKITO! NAHAT THEHEHAHAHHAHAHAHA!” Toya screamed bloody murder and tried curling up his toes, but it wasn’t enough to get Akito to stop.

“Aww~ Coochi coochi coo~ Such cute, ticklish toes you’ve got~”.

“EEEEP! AHAHAKITO! STAHAHAP! PLEHEHAHAHAHA!” Toya was beet red from all of Akito’s teasing.

“There’s only one way to get me to stop~”.

And with that, Toya had a new mission, to not get murdered by his boyfriend. With the little strenght he had, he pushed through the torturous tickles and grabbed the dice, throwing them back out into the open.

Once Akito saw that Toya had retrieved the dice, he stopped his tickle attack and helped his boyfriend out of the bed.

“W-why did you do that??” Poor Toya was panting as if he had ran a marathon.

“Haha sorry, I just really enjoy hearing you laugh~”.

If Toya wasn’t red before, he definitely was now.

“You could’ve atleast not tricked me…” Toya pouted like a cute lil kid.

“Aww I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you! How about a foot massage~?” Akito asked with a mischevious glint in his eyes.

“NO!” Toya playfully smacked him with a nearby pillow, causing Akito to laugh and retaliate with another pillow. The pillow fight then turned into an adorable tickle fight, the boardgame long forgotten.

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Ahh tysm for requesting this! I hope you like it anon! :D

[mimi-cee-hq]

A Wrong Guess - Tendou x Reader

Pairing: Tendou x f!reader

Summary: When Tendou sees you watching their practice, he makes a wrong guess and thinks you like Ushijima. But what he doesn't expect was for this timid girl to fall for him.

Genre: fluff!!!

Author's notes: I know for some people, it's physically impossible to tell that they are blushing. So whenever the reader is blushing, just pretend you're in the anime world where a blush is always visible no matter your skin colour. lolll.

Author's notes 2: I randomly wondered what it would look like if a timid girl liked Tendou because I like putting unconventional personality pairings together. So this was the result. :)

Words: 1,320

*****

“Hm? What are you looking at?”

“EEEEP!” You screamed, shivers running down your spines. You hesitated to look over your shoulder, but when you finally did, you saw Tendou’s large eyes expecting an answer from you. You looked down, fiddling with your fingers. You had been watching the boys' volleyball team, specifically Ushijima. You wanted to watch his spiking approach and form in secret, but now you were caught by Tendou.

Unfortunately, he figured out exactly whom you were watching. “Wakatoshi! I think Y/n wants to talk to you!” Tendou called out to him. But before you gave Ushijima a chance to walk to the gym doors where you stood, you ran away, not wanting to talk to the intimidating volleyball player.

“What's this, Y/n?" Tendou later asked that day. "Do you have a crush on Wakatoshi?” Sitting backwards in his chair and leaning onto your desk, he cocked his head in curiosity.

“I- I don’t,” you said, almost in a whisper.

“Then why were you stalking him?”

“I- I wasn’t stalking him!” you answered in a fluster. It must have looked that way to Tendou. “I was just - “ You stopped midway, wondering if Tendou would take it the wrong way. You didn't want him to think you were creepy.

Tendou did take your hesitation the wrong way, but not the way you expected. He was convinced you liked Ushijima and would try to get him to talk to you. He would even bring you to their team outings over the next few months.

One of those days included a typical Wednesday. Those were when both the boys' and girls' volleyball teams practiced in separate gyms. Tendou came just before practice ended and brought you to hang out with the boys.

“Now, now,” he told you and Ushijima, his arms around both of your shoulders. “Don’t be shy.” The three of you walked behind as the rest of the team went ahead into the convenience store. But what Tendou didn’t know was that over these months you had developed a crush on him.

You gave Ushijima a polite smile and he returned it with a nod. When he wasn’t looking, you took Tendou’s hand to stop him from continuing into the store.

“Hm?” Tendou tilted his head close to get a better look at your face. “Is there something wrong?”

“Umm…,” your voice stopped short of speaking your thoughts.

Tendou, noticing you were biting your lip, gave you a soft smile. “I’m listening,” he told you.

Your heart started to beat faster. You were reminded of how you fell for him. He was gentle with you and took the time to listen to you, knowing how shy you were. And here you were, with everyone else inside the convenience store, still hesitating while he was waiting for you.

“D- Do you want to watch me?” you stuttered.

“Eh?” Tendou blinked a few times.

“Volleyball,” you managed to spit out. “I want you to watch me play volleyball.”

*****

"Ehhh?" Tendou gently placed his hands on your shoulders from behind you. "So when exactly were you going to tell me that you were a middle blocker like me? Hmm?"

You felt Tendou's fingers dance on your shoulders. You blushed, hoping your teammates didn't notice. During the game, you heard Tendou's yelps and cheers - and of course his singing. He made one up on the spot just for you and you couldn't help but giggle during the practice game.

"I wanted to show you," you replied, playing with your fingers, not quite having the courage to look at him in the eye. "What did you think?"

"You're basically the ace, Y/n!" Tendou replied. "Ack! No offense!" He told the rest of your teammates while putting his hands up. (Your teammates waved off his comment because they wholeheartedly agreed with him.) "You might even be cooler than Wakatoshi," he said, his head over your shoulder. "Being a middle blocker is the best, isn't it?"

He slipped his arms around your neck. It was a habit of his that he developed these past few weeks. You placed a hand on his, stroking the back of his hand with your thumb. It was a natural gesture and he hugged you a little closer as your teammates continued to chat. One of them raised an eyebrow at you, noticing your blush.

"Gah!!!!" Tendou suddenly let go of you, raising his arms up in the air.

With your brows curled with concern, you asked, "What's wrong, Tendou?"

"Nothing!" he squeaked. "I - uh - just remembered something." You smiled at him, finding his dramatic gestures to be cute. His shoulders relaxed then gave you a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Next time you should bring Wakatoshi, hm?"

Your stomach churned, forgetting he still thought you liked Ushijima. You stared at the floor as voices continued to mumble around you. Glancing up at Tendou, when he thought you weren't looking, you saw a conflicted smile on his face. You wondered what was troubling him to make him look like that.

*****

You slurped on your favorite cold café drink. Ushijima sat across from you, sipping on his coffee. You met him by chance while walking down the street when he offered to buy you something.

Your finger wiped the condensation off your cup, rubbing against your thumb and making your fingers moist. You suddenly jumped at hearing Ushijima's deep voice. Not paying attention the first time, you asked him to repeat what he said.

"Why haven't you told Tendou he guessed wrong?" he asked.

You gave a weak smile. "I don't know." The guilt started to gnaw at your stomach. He had misunderstood your feelings for so long. You didn't know how to tell him.

"He's outside," Ushijima pointed out. Peeking out of the café window, you saw a batch of red among the green bushes. You giggled at the sight, wondering if he knew his stealth skills weren't the best.

You approached Tendou without him noticing. Crouching beside him, you softly said, "Tendou."

"Gahhh!" he yelped, raising his hands up from being caught. "Eh?" he raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing here, Y/n? Aren't you supposed to be on a date with Wakatoshi?"

"It wasn't a date. And I left him."

"Why did you do that?" he said, his mouth gaping at you. "Weren't you having fun?"

You raised your eyes to look at his. Placing your palm on his hand, you told him, "No."

Tendou blinked for a moment, then his eyes grew when he noticed the warmth on his hand. "Hold on a moment," he said as he put a hand to his forehead. "It can't be me, right?"

You looked away, too shy to keep eye contact, but you gave him a definite nod so he wouldn't keep doubting himself. He finally guessed correctly. When you finally took a peak at him, you saw a sight you had never seen before. His face was covered in a pink that spread to the tips of his ears. The hand over his mouth also had a hint of red, and his eyes looked elsewhere, embarrassed at his current state. That look didn't help to ease your own blush.

"I guess it can't be helped, hm?" Tendou said after clearing his throat, trying to cover up what just happened in the last five minutes. Taking your hand, he told you, "I guess you're stuck with me now, princess."

You felt your hands shake from adrenaline. You couldn't tell if it was from the caffeine or from your new nickname. So you squeezed his hand a little harder to keep your hand still.

"Gah! I can't take it anymore!" Tendou suddenly wrapped his arms around you, somehow not letting go of your hand in the process. Resting his head on your shoulder as he hugged you from behind, he noted, "Ah! This is much better."

*****

I hope you liked it. Please check out my other writing if you liked this one.

Fun fact: I never even gave Tendou a thought before. Someone posted a tiktok here asking, "Which Haikyuu guy would do this?" One answer was Tendou, which made me go, "Oh, ohhh. That's cute."

Now I also want to see blushing Tendou fanart. lol.

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