#Rocks back and forth giggles kicks feet twirls hair

[lemonynuggets]

i've had these in mind for a hot minute and tonight (today, rather. it is 2:45 in the am <3) i finally got around to drawing em!! wee!! wahoo! jubilee be upon ye!!

IM GONNA CRY?? literally what’s wrong with you /pos you draw my ocs more than me dude

taking a moment to appreciate the stickers on their guitar. You went to the n25 store? FINGER MAN?? IM EMO IN A GERARD WAY. YOU FIEND I AM LOSING MY SHIT

the lighting on that first one is wayyy too beautiful you shouldn’t be allowed to be so good at art, who let you do that…. Also you draw Jubilee so pretty….

they sure look like if a man and a woman had a baby it’s insane

[amazingmsme]

Looking For This?

AN: Aaahh, it’s that time of year again! Tickletober is finally here, so why not get cozy & read some great fics? To kick things off I have a really cute Fjord/Jester fic for y’all to enjoy! Can’t wait to see what this month has in store!

Fjord was going to go crazy. He was currently searching his cabin frantically, turning the room upside down in search of one accessory. A very important accessory. Without it, his whole look was ruined. A captain's hat needed a large feather.

It was regal, it was a status symbol, and it just tied the outfit together. Without it, he'd look fucking stupid.

He didn't even know how he'd lost it! It had been pinned to the hat, and last he had checked it had still been there. They were supposed to be leaving soon, and he refused to leave without it. He was Captain Tusktooth, and he needed to look the part.

Jester watched from the doorway as Fjord grumbled to himself, looking through drawers and pulling back the covers on the bed. She smirked to herself, hiding the source of his frustration behind her back.

"Where the hell did it go?" he finally cried in frustration.

"Looking for this?" she asked in a lilting voice, pulling the feather out from behind her back. Fjord jumped at the sound of her voice and turned around, relief washing over his voice.

"Jester, you're my hero! I've been looking for that everywhere, thank you!" he exclaimed, holding his hand out expectantly. His relieved smile faded when Jester just stood there with a wide, innocent smile, twirling the feather between her fingers. "Um, are you gonna give that back now?" he asked, eyeing her hands nervously.

She giggled and cocked her head to the side. "And why would I do that?" she asked sweetly. She rocked back and forth in her feet, tail lashing behind her mischievously.

"B-because I need it. Because it's mine-"

"Finders keepers though! I just found it sticking off this goofy hat, and thought, "hey, wouldn't it be better if I just took it?" So I did!"

"Goofy? Your mother gave me that hat!"

"Oh relax Fjord, I'm just teasing! I think you look very handsome in your hat," he complimented, mostly to keep him at ease.

"So can I have it back?" he pressed, motioning with two fingers for her to return it. She bit her lip and gripped it closer.

"In a minute."

"Jester-"

"I just wanna play with it first!" she whined, jutting her bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. Fjord furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Play with-" it suddenly dawned on him and his eyes flew wide and he cut himself off mid-sentence, "No! Jester, don't! We're supposed to meet Caleb and Essek soon, we really don't have time-"

"There's always time for a bit of fun. Don't you think?" she cocked her head and batted her lashes, the picture of fake innocence.

"No. I'm serious, please give it back," he requested yet again, trying not to let his nerves seep into his voice. But she could read him like a book, and knew that he was getting worked up. It was too perfect not to take full advantage of.

"But you're so tense Fjord! You need to loosen up before we go to dinner," he insisted, taking a step forward. He took a step back.

"Absolutely not! Stay away from me!" he threatened, pointing at her accusingly.

"What? I thought you wanted it back. I'm just returning it to you," she was doing a poor job of holding back her grin. He shook his head.

"Mm-mm, I'm not falling for it."

"Falling for what?"

"Jester!"

"Fjord!"

He leaned back, griping fistfuls of hair and groaning in amused frustration. He wore a flustered smile, watching her from the corner of his eye.

"We have to get going, they'll be waiting on us.”

"They can get a table! It won't kill them to wait a few minutes."

Fjord whined, realizing there really was no way out of this.

"You're lucky you're so cute. Alright fine. Five minutes, but no more," he finally caved.

"And no less," she purred, waltzing over to him proudly now that she got her way. She began slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

Fjord opened his mouth to quip back, but a breathy chuckle escaped as she drug the feather down his chest. He twitched away, but she followed the movement, caressing the skin with soft plumes. He snorted when she moved down towards his ribs, throwing his head back when she sawed the feather in the spaces between the bones.

"Jehehes- plehehease!"

"Please what, Fjord? I'm not a mind reader, you know," he teased, sweeping the feather higher towards his armpit. He clamped his arm down with a loud bark of laughter, heat rising to his cheeks.

"Oh come ohon! D-don't behehe mehean!" he snickered as the feather traced his belly.

"Aw, don't you worry, I am being so nice right now."

"Thahahat's debahatable!" She gasped at his words, fluttering the feather a little faster. He shrieked before falling into a fit of giggles. He blushed and latched onto her wrists, but didn't bother pushing away.

He offered her five minutes of fun, and he was a man of his word.

And, well, maybe he was enjoying himself... just a little.

[justpoliteconversations]

Fall Birds [BOTW!Link + Reader]

Met an old friend, fought an old fight and completed the sacred ritual of the season.

Another one for the pile, but this time it's creation was out of my hands. Made for this Poll.

Masterlist

Companion piece:

Unsung Hero [TP!Link + Veterinarian!Reader]

TW: None.

Disclaimer: Don't own The Legend of Zelda franchise.

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The air is heavy with the scent of sodden earth and Fall's ripened bounties. Leaves of all colors and sizes rise in great torrents in the wind, flashing and twirling in dizzying, enchanting patterns across the green and brown of the forest floor. They gather at your feet, at your back, around the trunks of trees and in great piles upon shrubs and bushes.

You jump, crushing several of the colorful leaves under foot as they tumble passed in a great heap. More rush forth to take thier place, and you pounce forward to meet them, flakes and cumpled colors speckled across your socks and in your shoes.

A mirthful smile pulls against your lips, a delighted laugh bubbling forth as the wind kicks up and a wall of color slams into you like the wings of a thousand butterflies. They tangle in your hair, creep their way into your hood, down the back of your jacket. One ends up in your mouth. You spit it out, laughing louder still.

The wind pushes again, and this time it takes you to the ground in a giggling, overwhelmed slump. The torrent of leaves overruns your poorly manned defenses, burying you from head to toe. They are soft but itchy against your skin, crumpling crisply as you claw your way free of the onslaught.

Finally you emerge, face flushed from laugher and your labors and your head now laden more with leaves than hair. Breath comes difficult to you, as leaves still swirl into your face even as you stand above the chaos.

A flash of blue is before you suddenly, and you look up, up, up into the treetops.

A man sits within a nest of branches, looking down at you with a scar marred frown, eyes narrow as he takes in your disheveled form. You level him with the look right back, face twisted in a haughty sneer. There is a long, tense silence, neither willing to break this unspoken battle between you.

Then a leaf hits you right dab in the eye and you yelp, flailing wildly until your foot hits a loose patch of leaves and you go down once more. Within moments, you're once more trapped by the unending waves of leaves flowing in from all directions.

The man is suddenly laughing, rasping, husky and broken like glass shards grinding to rock. Harsh on the ears and unpleasant to the mind, but to you...

To you it means...

"Friend!" You voice hitches in an unattractive squeal as you fight your way back to the surface, smile so wide on your dirty face you can taste fresh soil and foliage in your mouth.

A hand reaches into the pile and pulls you free of the leaves with careless strength, dragging you into a back cracking hug. The scent of fresh rain and wet dirt and unwashed skin meets your nose and you grip back just as fiercely, laughing all the while.

You're lifted off your feet and tossed into the air without warning, going airborne for several seconds before landing in a truly massive pile of leaves some feet away. You're laughing the whole while, breathless with delight and adrenaline as blood pumps so loudly in your ears the world is muffled by the pulsing in your ears.

You sink down, down, down until the light of day completely leaves your sight. They cushion you, cradle you, they smell of fall and the harvests soon to come.

And then they're gone, blown away in a great gust of wind and you go flying with them. Soaring above the clusters of colors with effortless lift, watching the ground below fly passed you with wonderous rapture.

The ground gets closer. The leaves take individual shapes against the backdrop of grass and trees. You don't bother to brace for impact. Another gust of wind takes you back up in a smooth arch, leaves aplenty following in your wake like a trail of fairy lights flashing in the sun.

You look down and you see him, a flash of bright blue against the swirl of reds and browns, yellows and oranges, holding a korok leaf and chasing behind you with breathtaking speed. His face is plastered in a grin, all teeth and not an ounce of grace nor restraint. Wild and free. Utterly untamable.

You screech in delight and he waves his weapon again, lifting you higher still into the sky. So high you can see over the tops of the trees, so far you can make out the shape of the mountains over the hills and walls of the town.

You start to fall. The feeling of gravity taking you back to ground pure adrenaline in your veins. And you roar with it, your voice lost to the wind. The leaves around you twist and flash in the light, like fish of every color swimming free through the endless blue.

Your hair is waving in the downward pull, mixing with the twirl of the colors far above.

A blast of sound and light. The rush of wind and heat. And suddenly arms are around you, hoisting you onto a firm back and you grip around strong shoulders with trusting ease.

In a flash of blue light a glider is above you, shading you from the sun and sheltering you from the wild storm of leaves cutting through the cool air around you.

The world is a riot of colors and shapes, the flittering of shade and light casting the world in beautiful, chaotic disarray. The soft, fluttering turfs of blonde brushing against your face and neck pull a smile to your dirt streaked face. The shallow, uneven breathing punctuated by the occasional heave of silent, scratchy laughter music to your senses.

The world below you is bright and gleaming in the sun's distant shine. Treetops of every shade and shape and every dazzling color form a mismatched carpet of life far below the now gentle flow of leaves caught helplessly on the wind's whim.

You press your cheek to the back of the man's neck, relaxing completely into his warmth with a gentle sigh that stirs the hairs on the back of his nape. You feel the moment his body softens as well, the moment a hand reaches back and opens for yours. Vulnerable and yet unafraid.

You slide your hand around his battle worn fingers, equally as trusting and tender in his hold.

"Another year to us, my friend. I'm glad to have met you." You said softly into his knuckles, before placing them gently against your forehead. "May the winds always carry you wild and free."

The sun sets as it always does, and that night you curl together with this man you love and cherish like kittens among the leaf litter. His hands in yours, your legs intertwined. The warm gust of his breath is soft against your face.

You smile. Slow and tender, tears of affection and overwhelming gratitude beading in your lashes unfallen. "Thank you. I'll miss you, my friend." You curl closer until he is in your arms, his hand curling trustingly into your crumpled shirt. His face lax with sleep and pleasant dreams. "I'll see you again next year. Stay safe, always."

You close your eyes and sleep, dreaming of a vast ocean teeming from horizon to horizon in an endless swarm of flashing fins and glimmering bodies.

He's gone the next morning, as he is every year. Once shared blankets tucked tightly around your sleeping form, leaves piled high against the vulnrable curve of your back. A single baked apple held loosely in your hand, still warm to the touch against your morning chilled skin.

You smile, and let the tears finally fall freely against dirt stained cheeks.

"I'll be waiting for you. Until next year, my dearest friend."

And so ends another season.

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To the shadows.

[frenchfrywrites]

*kicks feet like we’re at a slumber party* Do you think Vargas would be sexier with a small, chubby dick or a big, fat clit? Cause let me tell you this man has been riding my thoughts for days and I keep going back and forth.

I like to imagine him as like the kind of muscular that’s round y’know? He looks fat but it’s all muscle and you can see it when he’s flexing but when he’s relaxed he’s all soft and squishy.

I wanna grab his big hairy titties and just play with them until he cums 🥰 how cute he would be with small nipples that hide in his chest hair but when you play with them they’re SO sensitive

*twirls hair and giggles* ehe I think he'd be very sexy either way!!

In my mind (and heart) if hes rocking a chode, he wants you to feminize it to hell and back. He wants you to tell him his cock is a little clit, and that you're gonna make him cum like a girl!!! And if hes got a big fat clit it is the most sensitive thing in the world.. sucking on it has him squirting and seeing stars!!!

AND YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY CORRECT!!! I agree 100% Vargas is a complete bear in my mind, all fat and hairy and soft and he's got the biggest tits (awooga!!)!! He would get so worked up from having you play w his nipples, I just know it! Playing with them for even a minute has him arching his chest and clinging to you, whining and drooling about how good it feels, and begging you to suck on his chest.

[livingona-faultline]

the moment max caster appears on my screen, I start twirling my hair, kicking my feet back and forth, and giggling. is this rock bottom.

[honeymilkj]

ateez as boyfriends. ♡

song list: sunsetz- cigarettes after sex, robbers- the 1975, romantic lover- eyedress.

[a/n]: i know i have to finish other things, and i 100% will. i just personally needed some good ole fluff.

genre: fluff, disgusting fluff. requested by anon. <3

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seonghwa

he’s very attentive, and of course extra caring when it comes to his partner with his “motherly” status.

not to the point where it’s straight up babying. sometimes. just very sappy.

examples such as: feeding you bites of his food, fixing your hair right, adoring cheek pinches.

he loves to spoil and be cheesy about it.

cheesy as in, you’ve made a personal bouquet of flowers because of how often he’ll give an individual.

they’re too pretty to just toss away.

he’ll cook you your favorite dishes and would literally do it everyday if he could, no exaggeration.

he balances his hefty schedule very well, it isn’t an easy thing to do but you can rely on him even if he’s in italy it seems like.

his favorite type of skinship is holding both your hands while you both converse, or nose kisses.

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hongjoong

this guy will fucking PAMPER you.

you fall asleep without taking off your makeup? boom, serum applied and all.

your nails need a touch up? he will paint them for you.

will literally make your clothes. no joke.

he’ll design couple outfits for the both of you, while making you the coolest shirts and just everything you want.

absolutely loves taking pictures of you and your dates, every photo is treasured then.

if he has a pen in hand and is just off in space thinking of you, he’ll scribble pretty doodles while kicking his feet like a school girl with a crush.

the page will be of sloppy hearts and little things like a field of roses, just from your memory.

favorite type of skinship is when one of you lean on each other, if you’re not laying on his shoulder, he will lay on your’s.

with your arms locked together.

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yunho

he is the cut out of a “golden retriever boyfriend”, wow who knew?

never a dull moment with this guy.

is an accidental romantic trope of a man.

if there’s music playing in any room of the dorm, he’ll immediately take your hand and twirl you in your two’s personal ballroom.

you can get away with anything.

you wanna do his makeup? he’s already in the chair.

if you leave him looking absolutely insane and he has tears in his eyes he’ll still give a thumbs up and a “love it, baby.”

he survives off any type of physical contact.

so it’s tough pin pointing a certain one is a favorite.

but he loveslovesloves to completely wrap his arms around you to lift you an inch above the group to dip you while he kisses your entire face and neck while you laugh your head off.

or having you just completely lay on him while he holds you. best bed.

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yeosang

he’s like a best friend type of boyfriend.

with his own romantic moments of course.

his favorite times with you are spent at home, or places of significance.

tends to low key be playful or mischievous.

buying a small cake for your first month anniversary, and smearing the frosting on your cheek.

reeeeally enjoys pets.

if you hold his face and rub his cheeks, play with his hair, rub his back— he’s melted.

often gives words of affirmation and comfort for his love language.

type of man to hold you and rock back n’ forth in a dimly lit room.

overall, a very relaxed and easy going person to be with.

his favorite type of skinship is nuzzling into your neck during hugs, or when you kiss his birthmark. very sweet.

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san

i see him being the biggest romantic out of the group.

he’s always admiring you. always.

twirling your hair around his finger, giving you all his attention while you’re speaking, having his arm around you while walking.

if you compliment him, he’ll literally scrunch his shoulders and giggle.

look at him adoringly, he’ll look down cause he knows his cheeks are pink.

will go all out on anniversaries or your accomplishments.

your!! hype!! man!!

if he sees you being critical of yourself it’ll go something like:

“euhh… this dress makes my body look—.”

“BEAUTIFUL!! you’re fucking gorgeous!”

he loves any type of skinship from you, but his go to is a good kiss on the lips. cupping your face, he wants you to feel him after you two break away.

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mingi

mingi is such a dorky partner it’s cute.

he’s romantic in an almost innocent way, as in he’ll find a flower while you both are walking to hand to you.

whenever he goes on tour, he leaves you a shirt of his while you exchange your perfume or something he can hold.

lays his chin on your head from behind.

wholesome things like taking selfies of your shadows in romantic positions.

often tangles his fingers in your hair while massaging your scalp.

loves when you greet him with sweet names.

say “hello, handsome,” while you two hug and he will purr.

his favorite position for skinship is having you sit on his lap while you face him.

you can either hug, hold each other casually, and gives perfect access for kisses.

speaking of, kisses between words happen every single conversation.

it’s as normal for him as it is getting out of bed.

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wooyoung

this guy will make his person feel like the only one on earth.

it’s not a surprise, seeing how he treats his friends already.

gets so excited to see you, even if you come back from the grocery store.

even though the relationship is there, he will flirt as if he’s on a mission.

winks when you make eye contact.

is so extra, the type to dip you before a kiss.

would also break out into dance if a certain moment comes up with you, the bedroom will become a dance floor.

always holds onto you in anyway he can. literal hugs, intertwining your hands, he just needs the touch.

with skinship he goes for straight up kisses, doesn’t matter where.

just kiss him.

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jongho

being the youngest, he’s likely the least experienced.

but he’s absolutely a good partner.

you literally see a different side of him.

he’s such an active boyfriend.

brushing your hair, occasionally styling you, helping you shop for clothes.

he’ll massage your back if you’re sore, carry you to bed when you pass out.

doesn’t quite know how to handle compliments and praise.

he’ll fidget and huff with a warm face.

if you have trouble sleeping, he becomes a personal music box full of lullabies.

if a member or someone in his family asks about you, get ready to sit for awhile.

man can go on forever.

his favorite type of skinship is probably obvious.

neck kisses!! giving and receiving.

[brendaaaa]

Best Summer Ever (Max Mayfield x fem!Reader)

“This is gonna be the best summer ever!“ Lucas pumped his fist into the air.

He let out a whoop and cannon-balled into the pool, screaming as he went.

“Oh god,” Will covered his eyes. “He’s going to kill himself.”

“Ah, don’t worry, Will the wise,” Mike set a hand on the shorter boy’s shoulder. “He’s fine.”

You peered over the edge, into the pool. “It looks pretty deep.”

You hated deep water. It was pretty much an irrational fear. There was nothing that was going to get you in that water.

You looked over at your girlfriend, Maxine. She was looking hot as ever, with her long red hair in a messy bun and her freckles sprinkled across her sun kissed face. She wore a red bikini, a good look on her, you had to admit.

You look back at the water. It was dark blue, intimidating.

The party was situated in the backyard of Kimmy Taylor, Robin’s super cool (and rich) girlfriend. She absolutely loved the ‘children’ when Robin introduced them, and because Kimmy would be working, she had generously offered her pool to the kids for the summer.

It was pretty awesome, except for the fact that you were scared silly of deep water.

“Hey, El!” Dustin called out, running over to pick up the brunette girl, “let’s get in the water!”

He ran over to the edge of the pool, Eleven shrieking, pretending to be terrified although anyone could tell she wasn’t really, and jumped.

The two made a huge splash when they entered the water, and you shielded your face, although the rest of your body got soaked.

They came up laughing, and smiling.

You grinned too, as their smiles were the most contagious ever, and watched as Will and Mike jumped in as well.

Lucas, already in the water, came up from behind the two boys and started splashing them.

Everyone in the water started hurling water at the others, and it was actually pretty funny for you to watch.

“Hey love,” a voice said in your ear, and you felt soft arms wrap around your middle.

You blushed, and turned to look at your favorite girl. She rested her head on your shoulder, blue eyes smiling up at you.

“We should get in.”

“Wha-?” You said, not really hearing what she had said. Her beautiful face was too distracting.

“I said,” she crinkled up her nose, “we should get in.”

You paled slightly as you realized what she was talking about.

“Uh, no. I- I can’t,” you looked away, breaking eye contact.

“Aw why not love?” She whined, placing her cold hand on your jaw and turning your head back to face her.

You shivered slightly and looked at the pool. It looked like a blue pit. Deep, dark, and ominous.

“I don’t know…” you mumbled.

“Why not?” She said again. “It’s so hot outside. I mean c’mon y/n, I know you wore that bathing suit just for me…,” she said with a smirk, and you reddened, looking down at your rather skimpy one piece, and she continued, “But you wore it to swim too, right?”

Well, yes. But you didn’t know that the pool was going to be this deep!

Aloud you said, “Yeah...I guess,” not wanting to disappoint Max.

“Alright let’s get in then!” She said cheerily, and shook her flip flops off her feet.

You gulped, eyeing the water suspiciously.

“I- I can’t,” you said nervously.

“Oh sure you can,” Max rolled her eyes, “it’s just water, y/n!”

You opened your mouth to say something, and then closed it. As much as you wanted to please her, you knew that there was absolutely no way you were getting in that pool.

No way. You would stay perfectly nice and dry today, thank you very much.

Ironically, just after that thought, your lovely babe decided it would be fun if she pushed you into the pool.

You screamed, flailing your arms as you tumbled down towards the water.

The party all turned to look, some laughing, some smiling, but none appearing distressed.

You belly flopped in, creating a loud smacking sound as you were submerged in the water.

The water was cold, and even though it was miserably hot outside, it was not refreshing or nice at all.

It was freezing and miserable.

You realized with a jolt of panic that you were sinking to the bottom, like a rock.

Your cheeks puffed outwards, trying to hold your breath in, as well as the scream that was just dying to come out.

You kicked upwards quickly, propelling your arms around, trying to get back up to the surface desperately.

It wasn’t that far to the top, and soon you were gasping and coughing up water. Max plopped into the water next you, and wrapped her arms around you.

She leaned her forehead against yours, a smile tugging at her lips.

“Nice in here, right?”

You shook your head wildly, a few tears slipping down your cheeks.

“No, no. I want to get out. Right now!” You hiccuped, still kicking your legs back and forth aggressively, trying to tread water and stay afloat.

Max frowned, a bit concerned by your reaction, “okay…” she said slowly.

She pulled herself out first, and reached a hand out to help you get out. All of a sudden she stopped, peering at you.

“Y/n, are you scared of water?” She asked.

Well yeah, no shit.

You glared at her, “What do you think?”

“I-“

“Yes!” You cried out. “Yes! Of course I’m scared of water, why do you think I didn’t want to jump in?!”

She stared at you, a little unsure of what to say.

“You pushed me in! Why would you do that?!” You cried.

“Y/n,” she started, hands on her knees.

“Get me out!!!” You screeched. “Right now!!”

“Okay okay,” she grabbed your forearms, and pulled you out of the pool, dripping wet.

“You wanna, um, go inside?”

You nodded, huffing.

“Okay, uh, you can do that then. Um, y/n I’m really sorry,” she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I swear if you’d just told me I would’ve never pushed you in,” she said sincerely.

You wiped your face off with your hand.

“I’m going inside,” you said stiffly, and marched off.

The rest of the party watched open mouthed, confused at the scene that had just unfolded.

You stomped into Kimmy’s house, flopping your wet body onto the couch. You groaned, feeling frustrated at your girlfriend and at yourself.

It was dumb that you got so upset with Max. She didn’t mean to push you in. She wasn’t that type of person.

Ugh. Why didn’t you just tell her that you were scared?! Why did your pride have to get in the way?

You groaned again, and clapped a hand over your forehead, covering your eyes from the light flowing through the window.

You surveyed the room. It was pretty nice, with some expensive furniture. Everyone’s clothes were scattered amongst the floor. Your eyes honed in on Max’s purple sweatshirt and brown shorts.

You smirked, getting an idea.

You pulled yourself off the couch, and closed the blinds on the window.

…..

“Is it just me, or did that pool get warmer as we swam in it?” you heard Dustin’s voice.

You were flopped in an armchair, watching tv and cuddled up in an afghan. It was surprisingly cold in the house, due to the air conditioning working overtime in the hot summer heat.

“You were probably just pissing in the pool,” Max retorted.

“Shut up Max,” Mike said. “We just probably got used to the water,” you heard him say to Dustin.

All of the party had shuffled in at this point. They all looked freezing cold, wrapped up in only their swimsuits and towels, shivering in the ac-blasted house.

“Hi, Y/n,” Max said, rather shyly.

You remembered that she probably thought you were still mad at her.

“Hi,” you said, giving her your warmest smile.

She smiled back, looking down at the ground. At least now she knew that you weren’t mad.

“So, who wants some pizza?” Lucas stretched out his arms, “I’m tired, and hungry as fuck.”

“Me too,” El piped up. “Can we get hawaiian please?” She gave Max her best doe eyes.

“Ah fine,” your girlfriend muttered, walking over to the phone.

She picked it up and started to dial the number. Growing up as a teen in the 80s, it was mandatory that you all had the pizza place’s number memorized. You never knew when you might need some fuel, or a pick-me-up.

Max turned back to look at El as she held the receiver up to her ear, “But don’t get that nasty fruit stuff anywhere near me,” she threatened, twirling the cord.

“I won’t,” Eleven smiled. Everyone knew that Max hated pineapple on pizza with a passion.

Max gave the order, and you, El, and the boys pulled out some board games to keep you busy while waiting on dinner.

The seven of you set up the candyland board.

“Why are we playing this?” Lucas deadpanned.

“Cause it’s fun,” Dustin countered.

“It’s a childhood classic,” Will insisted.

“You can cheat,” Mike smirked.

“Queen Frostine is sexy,” Max shrugged.

“It’s so FUN!” El beamed.

“I dunno,” you said. “But everyone else seems to like it.”

Lucas groaned, “Fine. But I better win,” he grinned, and flipped over the first card.

“Hey,” Will complained. “You don’t get to go first! The youngest always gets to first!”

“Yeah,” you laughed. “That’s me!”

And so the party played a rather uneventful game of candyland. Dustin won.

Knock knock knock.

Everyone looked up.

“Pizzaaaaaa,” Dustin said in a whisper, rubbing his hands together.

“I’ll get it!” You offered, standing up, and letting the afghan fall away from your body.

Max smiled at you, then a double take.

“Uh...y/n, are you? Wait a minute…” she eyed you suspiciously. “Are you wearing my clothes?”

“Caught me!” You laughed, and ran off to go meet the delivery guy.

“Hey!” She hollered. “Don’t think you get away that easy!” She was smiling, shaking her head.

“Get back here y/n!”, she giggled.

You ran, laughing and out of breath, to the door. You opened it up, and smiled at the short brunette pizza guy.

“Uh, three pepperonis and one hawaiian?” He confirmed.

“Ding ding ding,” you winked at him, and set the pizzas on the table right beside the door.

“Gotcha,” you felt Max hug from behind. You turned around, and kissed her cheek. “Hang on, I’m paying this dude.”

“Oh no no,” she said, smiling. “You, you are wearing my clothes! Why?” She touched the tip of her nose to yours, scrunching her nose.

You blushed, “Cause...I want to?”

“You look good, miss girl,” she whispered.

You coughed, and turned to the pizza boy and said, “Pay you back later?” as Max started to kiss you.

“Uh, excuse me-” he was cut off by you slamming the door in his face.

You laughed into Max’s lips, “You know, Lucas really was right.”

“What?” Max asked between kisses.

“This...is gonna be the best summer ever!”

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[69marleyagainimsosad]

omg tanev makes me omg kicking my feet wiggling my toes twirling my hair giggling out of my vagina tears in my eyes clapping my hands buckling my knees losing my mind screaming at the top of my lungs pulling my hair screaming and shouting gasping running squealing creaming my balls off rolling around on the ground batting my eyes popping my pussy flexing my titis nodding my head stuttering rolling my eyes to the back of my head levitating cheering nutting taking a leap of faith singing gospel pacing back and forth doing summersaults cartwheeling pissing and shitting and sometimes cumming pitter pattering sipping my water while doing backflips hopping on one foot looking through a peep hole posting on reddit hopscotching sprinting faster than sonic punching my balls shaking my asschecks yodeling yelling like a goat being murdered sucking on someone’s fingers nipping at their toes dying my hair going on tumblr and reading smut whispering and crying parachuting singing a beautiful song in the most orgasmic voice you’ve ever heard dancing drooling tippy tapting learning how to limbo doing the splits climbing into my lamborghini tesla mix breed petting my chickens flying an airplane to london gelping being annoyed but then twerking buying frozen yogurt making my bed leaping twirling jump roping laughing my balls off shrieking springing like tigger from winnie the pooh while snickering sending selfies to random people on snap pooping my pants popping a tit sprinting in circles running a mile swimming across the ocean slurping dick drawing a smiley face to represent me rn biting my fingernails curing all diseases because im spinning in circles because i’ve never been more joyous than right now shrieking into a pillow smiling so wide it’s scary blocking howie mandel because i have better things to do than look at his friends booty hole swirling into oblivion squirming leap-frogging hogjsofjeifhissgiwgdiwd-ing moaning and yelping holding my hands praying spitting and sneezing ripping my posters off the wall cackling blushing hiding my face getting a bullseye in darts shaking my head (not in a bad way) doing back and front flips while skydiving and landing on a bridge then jumping into a lake creaming my jeans because becafseisuiwhshehe like damn gravy you so vicious you so clean so delicious because oh my fuck doing parkour singing else will rock you whilst stomping my feet so hard they bleed slamming my hands into the table cracking my knuckles playing crack the egg slutting myself out driving off of the grand canyon punching my mama in the throat karate kicking my daddy in the chest wtf squealing like a baby panting like a dog frothing at the mouth jumping into a trash can knitting a blanket climbing onto my roof i wanna crash my car into a telephone pole with no seatbelt on so i fucking die only to come back from the eat so i can slurp pussy and run up the walls and jump off of new york city rooftops until the cops taze me oh my god #krakentanevaugh

[ahwait-no-yes]

🍬Candy Kingdom🍭

Make sure to look at the designs JJ made! (With some of mine!) It’s under the tag Candy Kingdom!

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After basically chasing Ouma around for what felt like hours, he finally caught up to him and managed to slow him down. While Shuichi was struggling to breathe properly, Kokichi kept going on about how he could keep running for hours on end without getting tired. Though, he ended up helping him breathe properly once he realized he was still wheezing.

“Saihara-chan, you okay now?” He asked, his voice softer than usual. Shuichi nodded, glancing at the other boy. “Good!” Kokichi jumped up and grabbed his hand. “Well c'mon! We can’t sit here all day!” He grinned again, squeezing his hand a little too tightly. 

“Just,” he paused, taking a few deep breaths, “No more running around, okay?” Shuichi asked warily, squeezing back without a second thought.

Kokichi pouted, gently kicking Saihara’s ankle. “Why? Are you already tired? Are you Saihara-chan? Huh?” He asked, getting closer to his face. 

“Yes, I’m tired. I don’t know how you aren’t,” He murmured, gently pushing him away. Ouma stuck his tongue out at him, letting go of his hand. 

“It’s because I spend all my time running away from the guards!”

“Really?” Saihara asked, astonishment seeping into his voice. “Yep! I cause allll sorts of trouble just to inconvenience them!” He chirped, placing a hand on his chest. 

“All by yourself?” He tilted his head, biting the inside of his cheek. Kokichi stared at him for a moment before smiling and poking his cheek. 

“Welll, I have an organization with 10,000 members! So you can imagine how much help I can get.”

“Is that a lie?“ 

Kokichi stared at him for a moment before laughing. "Wow! Saihara-chan’s catching on quick!” He chirped, a sly grin on his face. “That’s good,” He murmured, fondly smiling at the other boy. He just giggled and skipped away, leaving Saihara to chase after him again. 

Luckily, Kokichi skidded to a stop once he arrived in front of a large shop. Shuichi was still a bit out of breath, though he tried to not show it. He had a feeling the other would tease him about being unathletic. It wasn’t exactly his fault. He would often get in trouble for running in the castle, and after a few lectures he gave up. Though, it did bring up some fond memories of playing tag with his older sister. (And being chased around by her while he screamed in pure fear. He obviously didn’t enjoy it as much as she did, but he was glad he had more memories with her. They didn’t talk as much once they got older, after all.)

Kokichi suddenly yanked him forward and dragged him into the shop. Saihara let the other boy drag him around aimlessly, not knowing where he would go. He was pretty much never allowed outside the grounds of the palace, seeing as his father would always worry he would get hurt or lost. At some point, they let him explore a bit with a guard following him around. He didn’t end up doing much though, he got too nervous around them due to their serious personality and just asked to go back home.

When he stopped day dreaming he noticed Kokichi glanced around him before grabbing something and slipping it into his pocket. After that, he went back to looking around, easily playing it off. After a second, Shuichi whispered to him, “Why’d you do that?” From what he saw, it wasn’t anything valuable. It was just a small bag of some sort of cookies, and it didn’t look too expensive. Ouma could’ve just asked Saihara to buy it for him.

Kokichi just grinned at him and pressed a finger to his lips, obviously telling the other to keep quiet about it. Shuichi just looked away, a nervous smile on his face. He quietly giggled, grabbing his arm and dragging him to another isle. After roaming around for a few minutes, they ended up leaving empty handed. After walking away from the store, he pulled the bag out of his pocket and tossed it from hand to hand, grinning.

“I could’ve bought it for you,” Saihara muttered, a small frown on his face. 

“Yeah, but my many subordinates can only eat food that wasn’t paid for! It’s a tragedy, really,” Kokichi had tears in the corners of his eyes and sloppily wiped them away. “I’m sure that’s a lie. Ouma-kun, you shouldn’t do that. You could get into lots of trouble,” He stated. He made sure to be polite but firm, knowing Ouma could easily change the direction of the conversation if he wanted to.

“Jeez, you sound like a guard Saihara-chan,” he rolled his eyes, beginning to twirl a strand of his hair. 

“I’m just trying to look out for you,” Shuichi quietly sighed, gently covering his mouth. 

“Well, you don’t need to! I’m perfectly capable of looking out for myself, promise!” Kokichi’s voice was playful as usual, but he had a certain edge in his eyes, telling Saihara to drop the topic. 

“If you say so,” Shuichi pulled at his sleeve, feeling the tension he created. He was worried that they would continue walking in silence, though his worries quickly diminished when Ouma spoke up again. “Saihara-chan! You should meet more of friends!” He said in lighthearted tone, grinning at him. “Your friends are very..” Shuichi paused for a second, making a few hand gestures. “Unique.”

“Oh? Does Saihara-chan not like my friends?” Kokichi feigned a shocked expression, barely supressing a grin. 

“It’s not that! They’re just very different from people I know,” Shuichi nervously laughed and looked away. 

“What kind of people are you used to then?” He asked, tilting his head. Saihara paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully. “They’re very serious and formal.”

He expected the other to question it, but Kokichi just nodded and continued walking. It was quiet except for the gravel crunching beneath his shoes. They were starting to become uncomfortable at this point, he was almost constantly wearing them and was walking around a lot more than usual. He was usually in his room reading detective novels.

It reminded him of his uncle, that was part of the reason he read them so often. He couldn’t remember his face anymore, the last time he saw him was so long ago. He was a detective, and he influenced Shuichi a lot. So much in fact, that he told his parents he wanted to be a detective like him. When they heard that, they swiftly took him away from his uncle, and he hasn’t seen him since.

He doesn’t tell his parents much after that. 

“Hey, Saihara-chan, you’re spacing out again,” Kokichi had a small pout on his face. He assumed he had snapped in front of his face, seeing as his hand was directly in front of him. 

“Ah, I’m sorry,” Shuichi would always have to apologize when he did that at home, so it became a habit at this point. 

“It’s okay! I’m used to it by now!” He giggled mischievously, poking Shuichi’s chest.

Before Saihara could even think of a response to that, the other clapped his hands and smiled at him. “Anyhow, we’re gonna go meet up with a few more friends! Then we can do whatever your emo heart desires!” Kokichi chirped, rocking back and forth on his feet. Shuichi decided not to protest and just nodded, causing the other to cheer and drag him somewhere else. 

Ouma was holding onto his hand again and was speed walking somewhere. He was swinging their arms back and forth. He was talking about his organization and how he could order them to do anything at the blink of an eye. It went on like this for a few minutes, until he arrived in front of a group of small houses. 

Kokichi let go of his hand and started banging his fist on the door. Shuichi was going to say something at first, but decided against it. A string of curses was heard before the door swung open, revealing someone with purple hair that stuck up. (He still wasn’t exactly sure how that worked.)

He looked like he was about to yell at Ouma, but his agitated expression quickly disappeared when he noticed someone was standing beside him. “Hiya Momota-chan! I brought a friend with me this time!” Kokichi grabbed Saihara by his shoulders and gently shook him, earning a confused look from the other boy.

“Hey! Name’s Kaito Momota! Sorry you had to deal with him for a while,” He stated, motioning towards an offended-looking Kokichi. “Don’t act like I’m a pest! It hurts my feelings, you bully!” He started wailing, drawing attention to them all. 

“C'mon, you’re causing a scene!” Kaito complained, flicking his forehead. That only caused Ouma to scream and cry even louder. 

“Ouma kun, please stop crying,” Shuichi murmured, gently nudging the other boy. 

“Finally someone asks nicely. I was gonna pass out from dehydration because of all of those precious tears lost,” He complained, looking at his nails. Kaito just sighed and turned towards Saihara a welcoming smile on his face. 

“I never got your name, what was it?”

“Oh! My name’s Shuichi Saihara,” He said sheepishly, feeling a bit embarrassed he had forgotten to say his name. 

“It’s nice to meet ya Saihara!” He exclaimed, patting (more like hitting,) Saihara’s back. Kokichi stared at Momota for a second before trying to walk past him. Kaito let him, but not before saying, “You’re supposed to ask before coming inside, dumbass.”

Kaito moved to the side and let Shuichi walk in. He was surprised to see the house was filled with talking people, who he assumed were friends and family. He quickly followed Ouma, not eager on being alone. Kokichi looked over his shoulder and grabbed his arm, grinning at him. He pushed him into the kitchen, which only had a few people in. Ouma tossed Saihara a bag of sweets before grabbing one for himself.

“Isn’t Momota-chan nice? He stocks his pantry full of sweets for me, you know!” Kokichi stated, chewing on a piece of candy. “But that’s a lie. They’re still tasty though,” He giggled to himself. Shuichi just fidgeted with the small bag, moving closer to the other boy. Ouma gently nudged him, tilting his head. “Oh, I’m just not a huge fan of sweets,” Saihara murmured, nervously laughing.

“Really?” Kokichi tilted his head. “Yeah, so you can have it,” He murmured, motioning to the bag of candy. “If you say so!” He chirped, snatching the bag from him and slipping it into his pocket. Saihara chuckled at the other, covering his mouth. Kaito strolled into the kitchen, perking up at the sight of the two boys.

“Hey, Saihara!” He waved at them, an energetic smile on his face. “So, you new around here? Small town, practically know everyone here,” He stated, giving a thumbs up. Before Shuichi could start panicking, he said the first thing that came to his mind. “I live pretty far, I just got lost and ended up here,” Kokichi stared at him for a second before grinning. “Yep! I found poor Saihara-chan all alone! If it weren’t for me he’d probably be dead!” He exclaimed dramatically, putting a hand on his chest.

“I’m sure he would’ve been fine without your help Ouma,” Kaito stated, a small frown on his face. “C'mon you dont have to be so mean to me!” He whined, tears in the corner of his eyes. 

“I’m not being mean!” He exclaimed, a bewildered expression on his face.

“Yes you are! Isn’t he being cruel Saihara-chan?!” Kokichi turned towards Saihara, a small pout on his face.

Shuichi was quiet for a moment, genuinely thinking it over. “Well, I don’t think Momota’s intention was to be rude. Though, I’m not sure I would’ve been able to get out safely without your help,” Kokichi was quiet for a moment before sighing dramatically, deflating. 

“I guess. I’m still right though,” He murmured, crossing his arms. 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” was all Kaito said, a fond smile on his face.

“I’ll have you know I sleep soundly on a mattress filled with the softest stuff around,” Kokichi stated. Before Momota could even respond to that, he continued, “My organization with over 10,000 members only give me the best!” Kokichi pressed a finger to his lips, a mischievous expression on his face.

“That’s gotta be a lie,” Kaito muttered, looking a bit agitated. 

“Maybe you’d know if you were, you know, less stupid.”

“You shouldn’t call people stupid Ouma-kun,” Saihara chided, hearing him whine. Kokichi just pouted and started messing with a colorful bandaid on his finger, seemingly looking bored. 

“How come you never listen to me when I tell you that?” Kaito asked, frowning.

“Because I don’t listen to idiots,” Shuichi lightly glared at the other, gently nudging him. 

“Stop calling me that! It hurts my feelings, you know!”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” Kokichi muttered, but not before kicking Momota in the ankle. “I appreciate it,” Kaito said sarcastically, being able to tell he was lying. Still, he ruffled Ouma’s hair, earning a surprised squawk and a slap on the hand. Shuichi quietly giggled, causing Kokichi to half-heartedly glare at him. “The sun’s setting, do you two wanna stay here for the night? I don’t need you two getting in trouble for staying out past curfew.”

“Curfew? What’re you talking about?” Saihara asked, slightly tilting his head. “Yeah, they made that a rule recently because of crime rates or whatever. It sucks, but we don’t really get a say in it,” Kaito sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Usually I would say no, but because Saihara-chan is such a rule follower, I don’t see why not,” Kokichi stated, obviously thinking of when he took that practically worthless bag of cookies.

Shuichi quietly sighed, gently pinching the bridge of his nose. “If you’re fine with us staying, I’d appreciate it,” Kaito pat his shoulder, a smile on his face. “Don’t worry about it! You can make up for it by training with me tomorrow morning!” Kokichi grinned at Saihara, shaking his arm excitedly. “It’s mostly just some simple work outs. Trust me, it’ll help at some point! Especially if you’re chasing him for whatever reason,” Kaito motioned to Ouma and grimaced, seeming to remember something.

“You’re just salty about the fact I came up with a genius prank,” Kokichi sing songed, grabbing a blanket off the couch. 

“Said prank was taping firecrackers to my toilet seat,” Kaito muttered, loudly sighing. 

“He what?” Shuichi turned towards a grinning Ouma. “It was hilarious! Not only did he chase me around for like, ten minutes, he also-”

He was cut off by Kaito throwing a pillow at him. “You’re sleeping on the couch for that. Ouma, show him the guest room, I am not going to bed angry. Goodnight you two,” Kaito disappeared into his room. 

“Well, follow me Saihara chan!” Kokichi dropped his stack of pillows and blankets onto the couch and lead Saihara to another room. “This is where you’ll sleep. Maybe forever if I decide to kill you!”

Shuichi quietly laughed, feeling fatigue settle in. “Whatever you say Ouma-kun,” he said, yawning into his hand. 

“Hey! You should be more scared, you know,” Kokichi’s voice was quieter than before. 

“Maybe, but I’m tired and just want to sleep right now,” Saihara lazily pat the other boy’s head. Kokichi just pouted and crossed his arms. “Since I’m so nice, I guess you can go to sleep. Night Saihara chan!”

Shuichi closed the door and laid down, finally letting exhaustion take over.

—

And of course, he woke up tightly wrapped in blankets with a small note that read, “I decided not to kill you, maybe next time Saihara-chan!” -D.A 

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i cant draw but this chapter was so adorable ohmg the serotonin,,

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[toweroftickles]

DISTRACTIONS (Frozen Tickle Fic)

Requested by @sapphicsierramist !

Work, work, work; nothing but work.

That’s all Elsa did.

She sat in her study at the polished oaken desk, writing with her long brown quill. Every day was like the other. Early morning sun from the massive wall-sized window stroked the right side of her face. The queen of Arendelle had barely woken up for the day...her braid was loosely tied, her periwinkle nightgown fluttering around her bare ankles...and she was already scribbling her way through mountains of royal decrees. Next to her, antsy as ever, sat her sister.

Anna’s cheek rested in her left palm and her face settled into a dull, emotionless stare. But Elsa didn’t even seem to notice.

“And therefore as we the people of...no, the community...of Arendelle......must....convene....” Elsa muttered under her breath, barely audible. Like all tiny repetitive noises, her whispers danced around in Anna’s eardrums until they seemed loud enough to shatter boulders.

“You still talk out loud when you write?” Anna blurted.

Elsa’s concentration broke, and she frowned.

“It helps me organize my thoughts,” Elsa snapped defensively. “....I don’t HAVE to.” She returned to writing, a bit more self-consciously.

Anna rolled her eyes and rocked in her seat. She tapped her fingers against the desk, and against the unsigned property treaties in front of her. She played with her tied-up hair, twirled her own feather pen in between her fingers, and even picked her nose once or twice. But nothing relieved the boredom.

“UUUUGGGGHHH; come on, Elsa. If I have to read one more of these things my eyes are going to pop out. Let’s play a board game.”

Once again the snow queen snapped out of her work-induced trance.

“Anna, please, we have a lot of these to go over! We can goof around later, but this is important,” Elsa sighed frustratedly.

Anna was downcast. Since their reunion, she had hoped that Elsa would loosen up and have fun again. But all their time was occupied by the endless tedium of governance and paperwork. She’d simply traded Elsa’s locked bedroom for another, less-physical one.

Her tongue involuntarily clicked to the rhythm of the nearby wall clock...something which visibly began to annoy Elsa. The queen kept pausing and stumbling over her words when Anna clicked.

“And...this celebration of....rrrrg...this celeb shall be...ugh....a highly...a highly...gah!....A celebration of a highly relished fart! ....ART!”

Anna burst into giggles. Elsa blushed.

“Please stop doing that,” she moaned.

“Oh, cheer up! Being a queen is supposed to be fun.”

“Anna, I want to have fun with you but we’ve both been given so many responsibilities! Can’t you grow up a little?”

Elsa returned to her work. Anna pouted and wiggled her feather on the end Elsa’s nose.

“Gah, stop it! You have work of your own to do!”

Frustrated, Anna stood up and stepped away. All she wanted was to make her sis smile. Then she looked down.

Beneath Elsa’s chair, her bare feet rested on their toes and swayed back and forth over one another. They squirmed and wiggled as the busy queen tensed up. As Anna glanced at the long, thin feather in her hand, a big grin stretched across her face.

Without making a sound, Anna flattened herself against the crimson carpet and crawled forward on her belly until she was just behind her sister’s chair. She had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing. It had to be a surprise attack. The tip of the feather wiggled in the air as she reached forward, until finally, it made contact with the arch of Elsa’s foot.

Elsa gasped. Something felt funny. But she shook it off and kept writing.

No real response.

Anna wiggled the feather again. Harder this time.

“G-HAH!” A sudden laugh burst out of Elsa. She looked horrified. “Anna, what are you doing?!”

“Heheh-Heh; you can’t get away now!” Anna giggled and grabbed Elsa’s right ankle. The queen’s pale skin always felt so cold to the touch.

“Anna, please don’t. Leave me alone,” Elsa stammered.

“Ok...I won’t leave you alone!” Anna immediately began to stroke her sister’s sole with the feather.

Elsa’s whole body twitched. But she couldn’t let Anna get to her. Maintain composure, she told herself. If she could just focus on her documents, she was sure she could ignore the tickling.

“Hooooo...At this next juncture in our history, we as countryhee...we m-hust...mmm...we mhuhust....!” Elsa jumped in her chair and covered her mouth. The feather caressed her heel, her arch, her toes...it tickled so bad. Having been locked in a room for so many years, with so little contact and such little outdoor life, Elsa’s skin was smooth, unscarred, uncalloused, inexperienced...highly sensitive to touch. She couldn’t pry her ankle from Anna’s grip.

Keep writing. Keep writing!

“Wheee must join together and remain f-hirm in our values. As a country uhundergoing a sh-hift in regiheehime...!”

Elsa buried her face in her hands and bit her lip, desperately trying to contain the helpless giggles bubbling up in her tummy.

“Come oooonnn; I know you’re ticklish right heee-errrrrrre...” Anna teased in a gratingly sing-songy voice. The tip of the feather danced around on Elsa’s bare foot, stroking the tender spot just below her toes. It was all the Snow Queen could handle.

She struggled. She fought valiantly. But she couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha-Ha! *gasp*Ah Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha! Ahanna! Ahanna, stop!”

The drawback to such a husky, melodious voice...in Elsa’s mind...was how well it carried. When she laughed, she was sure the entire palace could hear her, and this notion embarrassed her to no end. She blushed.

“Heheh! Cootchie cootchie cootchie cootchie cooo!” Anna giggled excitedly.

“L-hee...leave my feet alone, Ha-Ha Ha-Ha!” By this point Elsa was doubled over against her desk, her ticklish toes desperate to escape. Her feet wiggled and kicked, but her right ankle was held still by Anna’s iron grip, and that feather was relentless. “Aha-Haha Ha-Ha Ha! I c-han’t...I can’t!”

Suddenly the tickling stopped.

Elsa gasped for air, still overcome by giggles. She fanned herself with her hand and tried to catch her breath. But in doing so, she didn’t notice Anna standing up behind her.

“You still feel like goofing off later?” Anna giggled. Snapping like a crab, Anna pressed her fingertips into Elsa’s sides and wiggled them furiously.

“Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha! Heehee! Cut it ou-hout! STOP!”

A wave of snow and icy air exploded out of the queen’s quivering frame, and without warning, Anna was thrown back 15 feet onto the floor.

But far from being hurt, Anna could only laugh hysterically. It had been so long, over a decade, since their last tickle fight. For all the changes, it was nice to know that she could still make her big sis lose control.

Suddenly Elsa’s head snapped around, and her eyes glinted with burning ice. Her scowl could have melted Marshmallow. Her breathing was heavy, labored, like an angry bull. It slowed. Anna’s playful demeanor vanished as she retreated into herself, overcome by visions of what punishment awaited her. She backed up on her hands, prepared to run from some expression of icy wrath.

But to her surprise, Elsa’s frown became a wicked smirk.

“So that’s how you want to play, huh?” From behind her, Elsa’s right hand emerged to reveal its own long quill, which she wiggled menacingly in the air.

Anna panicked.

“Wait...no....nonononono; NO....”

But it was too late. Elsa had already dived on her sister and pinned her to the floor, and her sharp fingernails dug their way into Anna’s tummy.

“AHH!! Heehee-Heehee Haha-Haha Ha! No fair! No fahair!”

“No fair? Oh, it’s not funny anymore, is it?” Elsa giggled.

“Heehee-HEE! Heheh, Heh; Haha-Haha Ha! Ah! Ok-hay, ok, I’m sorry!”

“Sooo, is this still your weak spot?” Elsa poked the sharp stem of her quill just to the side of Anna’s belly button.

“GAAAHHH, Haha-Ha! *gasp* Whoa-hoho; not there not there not there! *squeak* Ha-Ha Ha-Ha!”

“Hmm....ok! Let’s try something else.” With that threat, Elsa spun around, still sitting on her sister’s knees, and pulled off Anna’s green slippers.

“Wait wait...I lied! Go back to my belly!” Anna giggled. Despite her protests, she was having fun.

With one hand, Elsa began to viciously tickle Anna’s soles with her fingers. With the other hand, Elsa sawed the feather quill back and forth between her toes.

“AAHH! *squeak* HA-HA HA-HA! *gasp*Heehee-Haha Haha! St-hop, stop!”

“Cootchie cootchie coo!”

As the sisters laughed and wrestled, they were interrupted by an unexpected guest...a knock at the door.

“Your highnesses?” It was the voice of a soldier.

They froze perfectly still, and didn’t even need Elsa’s magic to do it. In a flurry of panic, the princess sisters straightened their hair, pressed wrinkles out of their gowns, slipped on shoes. Anna spit on her index finger and even made a half-hearted attempt to brush her teeth with it. Elsa pretended not to notice. 20 seconds had passed, and the door creaked opened.

“Um, yes?” Elsa said in as official a tone as she could muster.

The guard before her coughed awkwardly.

“The, um, the visiting royal family of Corona has arrived early. They’ll be at the castle within 5 minutes.”

“Oh! Ok, uh, well, show them in and give them a tour, and we’ll be down to entertain them in a few minutes.”

“Yes, your highness.”

The door shut with a loud click. Elsa looked back at her sister.

“Alright, enough horsing around. Get going so I can get dressed,” she laughed. Anna eagerly skipped toward the door.

“So I won, right? I totally won.” Her freckled smile could have lit up the room all on its own.

“Oh, get out,” Elsa replied, opening the door.

Instead of obeying, Anna simply stood there and gawked. Both sisters were visibly trying not to giggle, each wondering if the other would slip up first.

Anna didn’t wait for fate to decide. She jabbed her finger into Elsa’s tummy and then ran out the door like a shot.

“AH! Heheh!” Elsa yelped and reflexively bent over. By the time she steadied herself, Anna was already halfway down the hall.

“Oh, you’re gonna get it now!” Elsa chased after her sister, both of them laughing like little girls, the halls echoing with their reminiscing and their joy.

And so the day marched on.

These two are so cute though 😆

[getitinbusan]

Camping with Jungkook

This is my contribution to the Campfire writing challenge.

Soft Smut - 2125 words

He was straddling the picnic bench, his thick thighs spread open teasing your eyes. 

Standing with a few of the girlfriends you couldn't help but stare in awe. He was drinking and even though the firelight danced pretty shadows across his features you could tell he was flush from the alcohol. 

"You know you're getting together with him tonight right?" they all laughed. "Jin said it's happening even if we have to lock you two in the outhouse." 

"You guys are disgusting. I'd really prefer if that didn't happen….the outhouse, not the getting together part."

It was a well known fact that there was a mutual crush happening. It was also common knowledge that you were both idiots too afraid to act on it. 

Your best friend was dating Yoongi, she was the catalyst behind this epic disaster of a set up. Wanting you around more, wouldn't it be perfect if you hooked up with Jungkook? 

Admittedly, it would.

Sitting at the table noticing the direction of your gaze she called out, "Y/N, come drink with us." 

Subtlety was not her strong suit and you could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks as you made your way over. 

Patting the weathered wood slats of the bench Jungkook offered you the seat beside him. 

Two red solo cups were slid in your general direction, he picked them both up and handed one to you. Watching as he sniffed the liquid, his nose scrunched up in displeasure. Fuck he was cute. 

"Ready?" he held the cup to his lips.

"As I'll ever be." 

He winced at the taste as you both simultaneously set the empty cups down. 

This was it, it had to be now! It was time for the opening you'd been practicing all week. 

"Do you like S'mores Jungkook?" 

His eyes lit up as he reached for the bag of marshmallows. "I like mine with double chocolate, want me to make you one?" 

The childlike wonder he exuded would be almost comical if it wasn't for the contradictory body it came from.

"Actually, I thought maybe we could try a more adult version?"

He was puzzled. 

"Hang on, I'll be right back."

Running into the cabin, items were tossed quickly out of your bag until you found what you were after. 

Triumphantly returning you held the bottle out to him like it was a fine wine. 

His eyebrows raised, "Marshmallow Vodka?" 

"And behind door number two," your other hand revealed, "Chocolate syrup!"

"I don't get it?" 

Yoongi's hardy laugh bounced around the campsite,  "No but you're definitely going to." 

Three heads turned in unison to glare at him. Outnumbered in his desire to tease Jungkook, he sighed, defeated. "Well then, why don't you just show us how to make S'mores with Vodka Y/N" 

Turning your attention directly to Jungkook you instructed him. "You're going to tilt your head back and I'm going to squeeze in the chocolate syrup." 

"Should I swallow it?" 

"That's what she said," Yoongi interjected. You heard your friend's playful punch land against his shoulder. "Ow, what? Come on, he's making it too easy." 

"As I was saying, Chocolate Syrup, and no, don't swallow…" you smiled, "that'll come later." 

Yoongi's jaw fell slack, "Yah sure, it's fine when she says it." 

Turning your attention back to teaching, Jungkook's ears were red at the innuendos you'd been exchanging. He was flustered and it was charming. Reaching out you gave his earlobe a little squeeze, "Shall we continue?" 

He nodded, "Head back, chocolate syrup, no swallowing, got it."

"I'm going to pour the marshmallow vodka on top of the syrup and then you can swallow and take a Graham Cracker chaser." 

The night progressed as the shots poured. The more you drank the closer you seemed to inch your bodies together.

"I think you need one more," Guk giggled. Tipping your chin back with his fingertips he was really close. "Ready? here it comes…"

You felt a splat hit your cheek followed by a string of his apologies. He was confused when you began laughing.

"It's okay Jungkook, it's just syrup."

He smiled relieved,  scooching closer to where you sat facing him. Using his index finger he wiped the chocolate drop off your skin and stuck it into his mouth.

"Did you get it all?"

"There might be a little more," he moved closer and softly attached his lips to your cheek, painfully close to your mouth. "I think you're good now." 

Somehow as the hours ticked away your legs had made their way over his. Face to face you  sat with shy smiles and embarrassed cheeks. He pulled you in closer placing a kiss on top of your head. "Is it okay to confess I really like you?"

You wove his tattooed fingers between yours, "I think now's a perfect time." 

His arms were wrapped loosely around you, your head on his chest. The sound of your friend's voices and crackling fire were quiet compared to his heartbeat.

"Did you feel that? I think it's starting to rain."

No sooner than the words left his lips you felt it too. Everyone took to their feet and ran in separate directions, drinks and fire were abandoned for shelter.

Standing up you weren't in a hurry to leave. "I'm staying in the cabin." You gestured to the wood structure. "But I really don't want tonight to be over." 

"Not to brag but I've got a pretty big tent." He kissed your hand and pulled you into his arms. "Or," he began rocking back and forth, "you could just dance with me in the rain." 

"Wow, and I didn't even have Jungkook being a romantic on my campfire BINGO card." 

He laughed and twirled you back to him while singing, "Do you love the rain? Does it make you dance When you're drunk with your friends at a party?"

"You're singing to me Guk?" You stopped dancing. "Is it okay to confess I really like you too?" 

The biggest smile appeared across his face, "I think now's a perfect time." 

Pushing the wet hair from your face he leaned in slowly to find your mouth. He was so soft, so delicate, his lips brushed yours as the rain fell harder and distant thunder rolled past. He set his head on yours and sighed, "You wanna run?" 

He struggled to unzip the flap, both of you crawling in laughing at how soaked you were. Falling on top of each other it felt like time had stopped.

It was a strange feeling, like driving in the rain and going under a bridge. Every sound stops but the second you come out the other side, all your sensations are amplified.

"They say when you meet the love of your life...time stops."

Is that what this was? A pause held between you until he gave in, his mouth meeting yours full force.

His kissing was pure and simple, uncomplicated perfection that could be used the same way to describe every detail of Jungkook.

He was a great kisser, his lips pressed just hard enough, they were just wet enough and his tongue was as well choreographed as his body.

His hand didn't stray from the tender hold it had on your face and as much as you wanted it on your body, you knew you had time. Your heart was pounding as fast as the droplets hitting the shell of the tent in an orchestrated rhythm of anticipation. 

He pulled away leaving you breathless. "We should get you out of these wet clothes before you catch a cold" He reached in his bag and handed you his T-shirt.

"You want me to put clothes on? That's a plot twist."

He pulled his wet sweater over his head, "we've been drinking, alot."

He grabbed a towel and ran it over his hair, "I'm planning on falling in love with you." He blushed at his own statement. "And I'd just prefer that in a few years our first time isn't a foggy memory." He kissed the back of your hand.

"You certainly have a way with words Guk."

Shamelessly pulling off your wet clothes he pretended to shield his eyes while blatantly leaving gaps between his fingers. "Ugh, you're playing dirty." 

"Using your logic you'll forget what you saw by morning so I'm not gonna worry about it."

Grabbing you playfully he pulled you back down and tucked you into his blankets. 

The one thing you hated about camping was going to bed freezing and waking up ridiculously hot.

The sun had risen with a vengeance and the navy exterior of the tent held the heat in like a sauna.

Making your way out from underneath Jungkook you pulled the covers back and peeled his shirt from your body. Redoing the messy bun on top of your head you felt a light fingertips touch starting at the top of your neck.

Slowly he traced down your spine stopping between the dimples at the base. A shiver ran over your skin.

"These are cute." He let his finger explore your backside.

You giggled at the featherlight tickle, "They're called dimples of Venus"  

You were still facing away but you could hear him shift. His breath hovered close on your back.

"It's a suitable name for your body," his lips met the indentation.

When he made his way back up to your shoulder you couldn't resist the urge to see his face a second longer.

Turning you found a smiling, sleepy disheveled boy and your heart swooped with affection. Your thumb smoothed over his dewy cheek as his almond eyes took in your bare form. 

"Can you just come back in here?" He whined and made grabby hands.

"Should I put my clothes back on first?"

He pulled the blanket over his face, "Don't tease me."

How were you already wrapped around his finger?

"Fine, let me in."

Staying hidden he lifted the edge enough for you to wiggle in.

"This isn't a very good fort."

"That's not fair, I've got limited resources. I'm gonna make you a kick ass fort." He pressed his lips onto your neck. "For our next date we'll have a picnic and watch movies in it. We are counting this as the first date right?"

His hands were on your waist and his bare skin was pressed against yours. 

"We could even count it as a second, we did sleep together. Jungkook? Can you kiss me now?" 

His large hands moved down your body while his lips worked their magic against yours.

You could hear everyone slowly starting the day. Jin's laughter and the mention of your names infiltrated your moment making Jungkook stop to check with you.

"I don't care about them Guk, keep going." 

The heat didn't matter, the small space didn't matter, your friends on the other side of the thin nylon didn't matter. 

All that did matter was the way he looked at you and asked if you were okay before he pushed himself inside you. If there was a sight more beautiful than Jungkook laying over you in ecstacy you were completely unaware of it. 

Rolling his hips into you skillfully his length hit all the right spots. It was hard holding in your moans, god you wanted to be able to just cry out as he made your toes curl.

Biting your lip you tried not to tip everyone off to what was happening mere feet away from where they were preparing their coffee and breakfast over the camp stove. 

You wanted to tell him, you'd waited so long for this. You spoke the breathy whisper into his neck, "I hate being quiet Guk, you feel so good I want to scream your name."  

Your words did him in, with a loud moan and a face squinted in pleasure he spilled into the condom. 

Exiting the tent, of course your friends had to make a scene. The picnic tables had been rearranged to face Jungkook's tent and they all sat smiling in the direction of your exit. 

"Really, you couldn't just let us have this?" You hid under his arm as he confronted them.

Jin of course was the loudest, "Can you blame us? We never get front row."

Jungkook pulled you back towards the tent. "Well since you already know what we're doing, this time we'll put on a better show."

JK: Date 2 tonight! I hope you're ready this fort is gonna blow your mind!

This is fic belongs in the Golden Golden Closet Universe. Continue their story....

[nialledfromfics]

The Dating Game | Chapter One 

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8:37. 

He was already thirty seven minutes late. Her fingers lightly tapped at the veneered mahogany bar top, the ice in her drink having nearly turned to water in the bottom of her empty glass as she picked up her phone to check the time once more. 8:38. 

Slumping her shoulders in a soft sigh, she reached up to tuck a few strands of her red hair behind her ear as her narrowed stare drifted around the semi-full bar area of the restaurant. She carefully inspected each lonesome male guest one last time, hoping that maybe she had just overlooked the man she was there to meet. Her teeth scraped incredulously along her bottom lip, her back straightening slightly as she attempted to peer over the heads of seated patrons, though it was becoming increasingly obvious by the second that she may have been stood up.  

“Are ya waitin’ for someone?” 

The low voice startled her at first, but she just casually chuckled and glanced down at her phone. “Yeah...uh, a blind date actually,” she spoke up, tapping at her phone screen to check the time. 8:42. She rolled her eyes and gently peered over towards the stranger that was standing a few feet from her left, who she, for a moment, thought maybe could be her date. Her hazelnut eyes caught his bright blue ones before she noticed the soft sweep of his chestnut brown hair laying across his forehead and the rugged stubble of his beard adorning his jaw, and she, for a moment, almost wished he was her date. “He’s almost forty five minutes late already, pretty sure that’s not a good sign.” 

The guy laughed; the roaring sound resonating right through her as she watched small crinkles form by the corners of his eyes. His infectious smile was lighting up his entire face. It made her smile too. “Probably not, no.” 

His voice was deep, gritty almost and riddled with an Irish rogue that she was certain could send anyone to their knees. The young woman faintly cleared her throat at her thoughts and took to stirring the half melted cubs of ice around her glass with the straw. “Is there, like, some kind of handbook on first date etiquette?” she jokingly asked the man, shifting her stare back over to his. “How long should I sit here and wait like an idiot before it’s okay to get up and leave?” 

“Honestly, I couldn’t tell ya,” he said with a heavy sigh, bringing his glass to his mouth to sip down the rest of his drink, “I don’t go out on dates that much.”

She sat back in her chair and chuckled at his, frankly astonishing, confession. One that, just by the looks of him, she was having a very hard time believing. “You’re joking, right? ‘Cause if you’re having a hard time finding a date, there is absolutely no hope for me.” 

A flush overcame the man’s cheeks, and he bowed his head down slightly. “I wish I was jokin’!” he replied, looking back over at the stunningly gorgeous girl sitting just two feet from him. “It’s actually my job that makes datin’ kinda hard.” 

“Yeah, I wish I could say that about my job,” she said with a slight narrowing of her one eye, “much better than realizing that men are just shit.” 

Another laugh belted from him before he gave her a shrug. “Fair enough, I’ll give ya that. So...what is it that you do then?” 

“I’m a kindergarten teacher.”

“Really? That’s nice.” 

“Yup,” she nodded. “What about you, what do you do?”

He cleared his throat, his shoulders rounding as he rested his forearms on the edge of the bar, twirling his empty glass around against the wooden bar top. “Um...I’m a musician, a singer actually.”

“Well, that’s pretty damn cool,” she shot back with her eyes going big, “much cooler than my job.”

“Doubt that, you get to be with kids all day.” 

She smiled and leaned towards him, reaching out to lightly lay the tips of her fingers over his right bicep. “Like I said, much cooler than my job.”

Sitting herself back up in her barstool, she flipped her long red hair over her shoulder and clasped her hands together on top of her crossed thighs. She was unaware of his wandering gaze on her at that moment: stretching down the long slope of her neck to the slight peek of her ample cleavage that was showing from her top. She had soft full lips, painted in a muted mauve color and a delicately rounded chin. She was absolutely captivating. He quickly averted his stare when she curiously flicked her eyes over to his, and he reached up to card a hand through his dark hair as a distraction. “Uh...can I, um, get ya another drink?” 

She looked down at her empty glass, pondering his question. “You know what,” she started, glancing back over at him, “yeah, I’d like that. Thanks.” 

He smiled at her and raised his hand to motion the bartender over to them. “Whatcha drinkin’?”

“Vodka soda.”

He rolled his lips into his mouth and nodded. “Vodka soda for the lady, please and I’ll have another Jameson, on the rocks.” 

By that time, it was her gaze that was wandering over him as he ordered. She watched as his lips curled intricately around each word that left them, her eyes drifting from the small spots dotting across his thick neck up to the glow of the bar lights that flecked through his soft eyelashes. He was very beautiful. It almost made her nervous. Feeling the heat of her stare, he locked his eyes on hers and slid himself into the seat next to her. She pulled in a deep breath as he situated himself in his chair and she was quick to realize that not only was he crazy attractive, but he also smelled incredible. Of course he did. 

Her stare flicked down to her lap. “So...are you here on a date too or…” she asked, her soft voice waning slightly.

“Oh no,” he replied, shaking his head, “I’m actually meetin’ some of my mates here soon, we’re goin’ out to some club. This is my buddy’s bar actually, so...it’s kinda like our designated meetin’ point.” 

“Gotcha.”

“I’m Niall, by the way.”

Her brown eyes fell to his hand as he held it out towards hers. She shook it and gave him a sweet smile. “I’m Joey, nice to meet you.” 

“Nice to meet ya, too.” Niall’s brow quirked up slightly as the last word left his lips and Joey couldn’t help but bite down on her bottom lip in reaction. He really was wicked handsome. “Can I ask...do ya do this often? Go out on blind dates?”

Her shoulders lifted in a laugh, a real genuine laugh that spilled effortlessly past her pouty lips like a cool breeze on a hot summer's day. Her eyes pinched shut and her nose scrunched with her loud giggle, and he couldn’t help but think how adorable she looked. It nearly left Niall breathless. But he just amorously smiled back at her. “Oh God, no,” she began, gathering her breath as the bartender set down their drinks, “this is actually the first time I’ve ever done anything like this. My best friend, Alexis, she made me download Tinder and Bumble a couple weeks ago-”

“Oh God-”

“I know, right? That’s what I said!” she agreed with another giggle. “But...I told myself that I should just try it out, ya know? Put myself out there, go on some dates, experience shit and see what happens. So...here I am. To be honest, this is the first real date I’ve been on in...a really long time. I’m...pretty nervous. And, of course, it’s already going super great, if you couldn’t tell.” 

Niall let out a snort just as he went to take a sip of his drink. “Precisely why I barely ever go on dates…” 

“I thought it was because of your job,” she snarkily replied, smirking at him around the straw of her drink. So she was clever too. Niall took notice and he chuckled. 

“A bit of both, to be fair.” 

“Ah, I see.” 

“So, this guy you’re meetin’,” Niall began again, lightly waving his hand around as he spoke, “you know anythin’ about him?”

Joey set down her drink, her foot kicking back and forth as she pulled in a breath. “Um...not much really. He said that he is self- employed, around 5’11”, dark curly hair and that he was going to be wearing a light blue shirt.” 

Niall’s mouth turned down at the corners. “Oooh sounds sexy,” he teased.

Tossing her head back in a boisterous laugh, his eyes went wide with enticement as her neck bared itself to him. Her shiny red hair flowed over her shoulder, cascading down her arm just as she reached up to cup her hand over her mouth. Niall’s heart might have skipped a few beats watching her. After her giggles had settled, she tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear. “I’m sure I’ll be swept right off my feet,” she joked back at him. 

“Dunno, Joey,” Niall said with a sarcastic click of his tongue, “he could be the one…”

She sighed dramatically. “I definitely better prepare myself.”

“Better have that officiant on speed dial.” 

“Obviously. Every girl’s must-have on a first date.” 

They both broke out into a fit of giggles and Joey couldn’t help but take note of how easy and comfortable she felt talking to Niall. She hadn’t felt that way in a long time. “So,” Niall said, picking up his half empty glass and readying himself for a sip, “have you ever been here before–”

“Joey?”

Whipping her head to the right at the mention of her name, the young woman was met with a dark curly haired man wearing a light blue button up shirt. She was almost disappointed to see him. “Oh...uh, Josh, right?” 

“Yeah, sorry I’m so late. Traffic was a nightmare,” he mumbled, slapping his hand to the back of a nearby barstool. “Also I had to feed my cat.” 

Joey’s brows buckled at the last bit, but she waved it off. “No, no, it’s no problem, really.” 

He nodded. “Should we get our table?”

“Yeah, sure, let me, uh...grab my stuff.” 

Turning back around, she captured Niall’s stare and gave him an awkward ‘ugh’ expression, one that he was fast to reciprocate with a chuckle. She stood herself up, smoothing down the front of her skirt before grabbing her bag and jacket. “Thank you so much for the drink, Niall,” she told him, keeping her tone low and between them, “And the friendly conversation.” 

Niall nodded. “My pleasure, Joey. Have fun, and be safe.” Giving him a kind smile, she turned to follow her date, who had already begun to shuffle off towards their table. Niall watched as she walked away, Joey barely making it a few steps before she had glanced back at him over her shoulder. He had a coy half-smirk on his face, one that could without a doubt ignite a fire in a snowstorm and, for a split second, Joey wondered what the hell she was doing. 

•

She had known who he was. The second she looked over at him, saw those heavenly blue eyes and heard that brogue accent, it clicked. But there was no way she was going to freak out or tell him that. Besides, by the end of the conversation, she had practically forgotten that he was a multimillionaire world famous musician and singer. He was just...another guy she met at a bar.

However, the moment she sat down at the reserved table with her date, randomly meeting Niall Horan at a bar in West Hollywood was the last thing on her mind. Josh, her blind date, seemed nice enough. He ordered them drinks, a lot of drinks, and kept up fairly well with the initial awkward getting-to-know-you conversation, though his frequent mention of someone was starting to stump Joey. 

“....and Tina really likes it when we play together.” 

Joey set down her drink. “Um...you keep mentioning Tina, who is that? Your daughter or something?” 

“Daughter?” he laughed. “No, I don’t have any kids. No, human kids.” 

Her eyes narrowed in perplexity as the guy tipped his head back to guzzle down the last of his mixed drink, the waiter having already brought him a fresh one. “Tina is my cat.” 

“Oh.”

“Listen, if I could marry her, I would. But I guess that’s not really legal, huh?” 

Joey stayed silent, her widening eyes slowly falling to the salad plate that rested in front of her. She chalked his comment up as a joke, but as the night dragged on, five more drinks being consumed by her date as he gleefully showed Joey about forty two pictures and twelve different videos of Tina the Cat, she began to think maybe he wasn’t joking at all…

Half way through their main course, Joey could tell that Josh wasn’t really holding his alcohol too well. His eyelids were droopy, his skin blotchy and clammy with sweat settling across his brow-line and his words were slurring to the point that Joey could barely understand a single thing he was saying. She knew it wasn’t looking good. 

“Hey...are you okay?” she finally asked, noticing the redness in his cheeks starting to fade to blue. Josh simply looked up at her and swallowed hard before attempting to lift himself out of his chair. He grabbed at his stomach, a slightly worrisome grumble bubbling up into his throat as he kept his balance with his free hand gripping to the edge of the table. 

“Oh...oh, okay,” Joey mumbled, “...this is happening…”

She went to reach out for him as he began to wobble past her, assuming he was headed towards the bathroom, when he paused; the look on his face harboring sheer terror the second his eyes caught hers.

Oh shit. He wasn’t going to make it. 

Joey’s mouth dropped open in a horrified gasp, not even having time to lean out of the way as Josh bent over and puked right there on the restaurant floor next to her. The entire place fell silent as the sounds of uncontrollable retching and half digested contents hitting the tiled floor echoed throughout the large open space. Joey slapped her hands up to cover her nose and mouth, the entire side of her bare leg splattered in his vomit. 

He stayed bent over, heaving and moaning after he was through, servers rushing around him as they tried to figure out how to handle the situation. Joey slowly peeked back up to his face, his glazed over eyes meeting hers and all she could do was let out a defeated sigh. “I’ll get you a Lyft.” 

•

After cleaning herself up as best she could in the restaurant bathroom and helping Josh into his Lyft–and a couple half-assed apologies being muttered as she buckled him in–Joey watched the car pull away, tightening her jacket around her body. It wasn’t cold outside by any means, but there had formed a slight chill in the late night air and instead of grabbing herself a ride, Joey decided to walk the few blocks north to the small Italian bistro, Italiano’s, that her brother worked at. Italiano’s also happened to be her favorite restaurant and had a to-die-for Tiramisu that Joey absolutely loved. She thought that after the night she had endured, she deserved to treat herself to something indulgent. 

It was only a fifteen minute walk, Joey arriving just as they were about to close up for the night. She yanked open the door with a relieved sigh and smiled at Ramona, the hostess and Joey’s brother’s girlfriend, who was standing beside a small wooden podium. “You’re here kinda late,” Ramona mentioned as she stepped to the side to give Joey a hug. 

“Yeah, just left what was probably the worst date I’ve ever been on,” Joey explained, “thought I’d stop by to see if you guys’ have any of that Tiramisu left?” 

Ramona smiled. “I’m sure we’ve got a piece or two left,” she said with a wink, leading Joey over to a table. “I’ll put you in Carter’s section.” 

“Thanks Ramona.” 

Showing Joey which table to sit at, she poured her a glass of water and rested a hand on her shoulder. “I’m gonna go clean up those couple tables over there and then I’ll be back. We can have a little girl talk if you want.” 

Nodding at her with a smile, Joey watched Ramona walk off just as her brother, Carter, began heading towards her table. He was already carrying a small plate that had a generous portion of Tiramisu on it. “You are a lifesaver,” Joey mumbled as he stepped up and set the plate down in front of her.

“I wouldn’t be your bro if I didn’t know exactly why you were here.” 

Joey rolled her eyes and pulled the fork from her folded up cloth napkin, quickly digging into the dessert. Carter took the time to sit down in the chair across from her, his shift pretty much over with Joey being the only patron left in the establishment. “So, how was your night?” he asked her.

“Shitty,” she said between bites, not even looking up at him. “Or maybe I should say...’vomity’.”

Carter’s brows pulled in. “Huh?”

She peeked up at him. “I went on a blind date and the guy threw up on me,” she said with a snort, “well…on my leg.” 

“Fuck,” he chuckled. 

“Yeah.” 

Ramona came shuffling over, pulling out the chair between Joey and Carter and sitting herself down. “Okay, what’d I miss?” 

“She got puked on,” Carter told Ramona, pointing a finger at Joey. 

A gasp left Ramona’s red lips. “You’re joking?!”

Throwing her brother a spiteful look, Joey sighed. “Wish I was, but nope, the guy got totally wasted and just...threw up everywhere. It was so embarrassing.” 

“Yikes.” 

Joey licked the last bit of Tiramisu off her lips and pushed the plate away from her. Dropping her chin into the cups of her hands, she rested her elbows on the table. “I feel like this is some kind of sign, that I’m just destined to be alone forever.” 

Carter sighed. “Jo, don’t say that.”

“It’s just...I’m really trying to put myself out there, ya know? And of course, I can’t even have a decent first date. I have to, literally, get puked on,” Joey said, carefully tucking some hair behind her ear.

Ramona shot her a soft smile and leaned her arms on the table. “Carter and I had a pretty bad first date. It doesn’t always mean the rest will be bad too.” 

“What was wrong with our first date?” Carter asked her, his face pulling in. 

The dark haired girl laughed. “You were twenty minutes late picking me up, our reservations got ‘lost’ so then we had to wait an extra hour for our table and then your car got towed while we were eating. That’s pretty bad.”  

Carter rolled his eyes. “Oh, that’s not that bad.”

“Anyway,” Ramona continued, peering back over at Joey, “all I’m saying is that you never know how it’s going to end up. Maybe Puke Boy deserves a second chance.” 

Joey chuckled and shook her head. “Most definitely not. We really didn’t have much in common anyway. I’m just worried that I’ll never be able to find someone.” 

Reaching out to put a hand on Joey’s shoulder, Ramona leaned closer to her. “It might seem like you can’t find anyone, but I promise you will. You’re amazing Joey, and you shouldn’t have to settle for just anyone. You gotta keep searching.”

“You think?” Joey flicked her eyes from Ramona to her brother.

“Definitely,” Carter assured her with a gentle smile, “just don’t give up. Not yet, ‘cause it’s usually right where you least expect it.”

•

[moonlightsolo]

bête noire

summary: After training with Kylo, he informs you that he has to embark on another mission but this time, it is without you. 

pairing: kylo ren x female reader

warnings: slight nsfw themes in the beginning, arguing, cursing...

wc: 2.5k

note: hi guys how ya doin sorry for being afk but I've started an adult job and im doing adult things

CHAPTER FIFTY

With a swift swing, the orange blade barely misses your opponents hair. Maybe singeing it slightly. 

He quickly retaliates by swinging his saber towards you causing you to do a backbend kick over to dodge the attack.

“Now that was hot.” Kylo chuckles as he walks toward you with the intention to kiss you. You have a feeling it will escalate to something more. 

You refuse to give into his charming ways and growl at him softly. His eyebrows furrow and he stops in his tracks, his saber does a figure eight in his hands. 

“Alright, I see how you want to play.” He chuckles and spins it one more as he gets into a stance.

Rey taught you one thing, it’s a move you’ve only done a couple times. A cocky smirk rises on your lips as you jump into the air, using the force to push yourself up higher. You do your infamous twirl in the air and come down to stab him in the chest with your saber. 

Of course, you turn it off before you actually do it. His large hands catch you as you fall into him with ease, resting against your bum as your legs wrap around his waist. The hilt presses against his chest, your eyes look down to it then back up into his eyes. “I would’ve gotten you.” 

Kylo chuckles deeply, shaking his head as he looks down to the hilt against his chest. His eyes slowly climb up your body, looking at you with his familiar dark look. His lips smash against yours as kisses you vigorously, his teeth gently bite your bottom lip as he pushes your back against the wall. 

His fingers slip under your shirt to unclasp your bra and slide it off of your shoulders. His large hand gently cups your breast as he kisses down your neck. 

He teasingly let’s his fingers roam down your abdomen, across your navel to slip into your flimsy shorts. 

Your head rolls back against the wall as you let out a loud breath of relief. His chuckle against your skin makes you shiver. 

-

Your hand gently plays with the little bit of hair at the nape of his neck as he keeps you snug against his side. His soft breaths make you smile and you gently kiss his jawline. He hums in response, his grip tightens on the dip of your waist. 

“I need to tell you something.” His groggy voice rumbles in his chest which makes you perk up. 

“Yeah? What is it?” You ask softly, a bit nervous to know what he wants to tell you. 

“There’s another mission I have to go on. I’ll be gone for a few days at most. You’re coming with me because it’s going to be dangerous... Please don’t get upset with me.” He sighs, his brown eyes are staring at the ceiling. 

You frown at his words and just lay down on his chest to snuggle into him more, “I’m not upset... I wish I could go but I’ll follow your orders and stay here.” You sigh defeatedly. 

“Thank you.” He kisses your forehead gently, letting his lips rest there for a moment. 

“Mhm.” You hum out. There’s no way he’s going to go by himself, you’re gonna get on that ship one way or another.

“Are you sure I can’t come?” You blurt our after a few moments of silence. 

A soft groan falls from his lips, “Yes.” He grumbles. 

You sit up slightly in the bed to look at him sternly, “I can hold my own weight. I’m strong enough. You know it.” You shake your head as you look at him with a frustrated face. 

He pushes you off of him gently to get out of the bed, his hands grab a pair of his boxers off of the floor so he could pull them on. “I’m not talking about this with you. My answer is final.”

You quickly scurry out of the bed after him, swiping your clothes up off of the floor and walking after him as you pull the shirt over your head. 

“Kylo. I get it. You don’t want me to get hurt again. If I do, it’s fine. I’ve gone through much worse than last time. Plus it’s been weeks since I left the ship. I’m like ninety-nine percent healed.” You follow him into the living area.

“Can you just stop talking? Fuck!” He lets go of his built up frustration which takes you by surprise. It ultimately makes you more angrier, “You’re so stubborn. I don’t understand why you have to be this way. Just sit down and stay the fuck here. Why can’t you just listen?” He turns towards you, his facial features are screwed up in anger. 

You can feel the angry heat rising up your body to settle on your cheeks, knowing your ears and cheeks are pink. 

“Because I’m not that kind of person. I’m not just going to fucking sit down like a trained animal and obey your orders!” You spat out just as angrily. 

He looks you up and down, his jaw tightens as he presses his teeth together. “You realize you have children right?” He slowly starts to walk towards you and your feet instinctively shuffle backwards, “You don’t seem to care much if you’re going to put your life on the line. If both of us would die, they’d be left without parents, Y/N. I want them to at least have you if something would happen to me.” His finger points at himself then at you. 

You evidently gulp as your back presses against the wall, “Stay. Here. I am your Supreme Leader, you have to follow my orders.” His breath puffs against your face. 

Your vision turns blurry as tears flood your eyes, you try your hardest not to blink until he walks away. He pulls back from your body, “I’m leaving tomorrow.” He walks back into the bedroom most likely to get ready for the day. 

Your hand instantly presses the button on the wall to open the door to the twins’ room to walk inside. 

As soon as the door shuts behind you, your emotions pummel through your body. You shudder as tears flow down your cheeks, your bottom lip quivers as you choke back sobs. You cry silently into the palm of your hand as you slide down to the floor. 

One of the babies babble as they wake up which causes a chain reaction and wakes up the other one. They babble to each other as you cry, your body shakes in your own embrace. Your legs are cradled to your chest. You don’t want them around this, you try to make sure they don’t know you’re upset. 

After a few moments, you muster up the strength to stand up and greet your children. You thank the stars for granting you these little angels because without them, you’re not sure where you’d be right now. 

You gently scoop up Ani, then you walk over to El’s crib to hold her in your other arm. Since they’re getting bigger, it’s much more challenging to hold them both at the same time. 

You begin to hum a soft tune, a lullaby you always sing to them. One your mother sang to you and her mother sang to her. You rock your body on your heels to soothe their fussiness. 

While being focused on the song, you completely disregard the heavy footsteps outside of the door. They stop in front of it, most likely just listening to what’s going on behind the door. 

As much as Kylo wants to walk in and join you, he’s still upset with what just happened. 

Your humming turns into a soft tune, singing the words quietly as the twins stare at you in pure awe as they suck on their pacifiers. You sway over to the rocking chair to sit in it with them. The wood creaks against the metal floor as it rocks with the movement of you pushing it back and forth. 

You notice the shadow under the door, he’s standing in front of it listening. He knows you noticed him so he walks away then the door to your home opens and shuts as he walks out. 

You sigh in defeat then look down at the twins and smile, “I love you babies. You’re my whole universe.” You smile sweetly at them. 

You take a deep breath and close your eyes, letting peace wash over you. Images flash in your mind as you focus on the light, you broadcast your energy to the children to let them feel the positivity in the air. 

As you do so, you block out your thoughts so Kylo can no longer hear them. Almost like a impenetrable wall. 

“Your daddy is going to be sooo upset with me.” You talk to them in a baby voice and they giggle at you. 

Upset isn’t the right adjective. He will be livid. You don’t know how he is going to react to this insane plan you’re concocting in your head. Most likely terribly. Maybe he’ll scream at you again or pull his saber out. Although you know he wouldn’t hurt you.

“I’ll bring you to see nature again, my loves.” You stand up and lay them in a bed for a moment so you could grab a large blanket. You spread it out on the floor then grab the babies to lay them on it. 

They’re laying vertically next to each other, you’re sat by their feet. Each hand goes on their belly as their legs kick and they coo. 

You take a breath through your nose and out of your mouth, your eyes fall shut as you mentally bring yourself onto the grass fields of D’qar. It’s beautiful. Just how you remember it. 

The soft breeze blows against your skin, making your hair flow freely. You can hear the children giggle, seeing that they’re wrapped against your body in a fabric carrier. You smile as you watch the X-wings fly above. It’s peaceful. 

As you walk through the tall grass, it tickles the exposed skin on your legs. The smell of dirt and nature surrounds you. 

As you near the hangar, you spot a certain pilot. He takes your breath away. You gasp since you haven’t seen him in so long. The babies almost coo in happiness when they see their old friend. 

It’s just a vision. You keep telling yourself that. It’s only a vision. 

As you slowly ease back into reality, you realize the babies have relaxed completely. You smile at their little eyes blinking up at you. 

Ellie gives you a two-toothed grin and Ani just stares in awe. You love them so much and you wish you could bring them to D’Qar, the place where it all started.

As much as you love them, there’s no way Kylo is going by himself. Whether you’re stubborn or you just want to protect him. You’re going on that mission one way or another. 

As you meddle along through your day, you clean your quarters since they’ve gotten a bit cluttered. You found the baby wrap carrier Leia had given to you which allows you hold both babies at once with your hands free. 

Ellie sits against your chest while Ani’s head peeks over your shoulder. You talk to  them throughout picking up the living area, they coo back at you almost like you’re having a conversation. 

You feed them once you’re done and put them down for a nap so you could meditate, shower and prepare your plan to sneak on board with Kylo. 

Since you’ve closed off your mind, he won’t be able to feel you unless you allow it. Which you’re doing now because you don’t want him to be suspicious. It’s almost like a switch, you can turn it on and off once you access those points in the Force.

You have complete control over your mind after you meditate, the Force buzzes through your body. You feel powerful. It almost scares you. 

You get an outfit ready for the fight tomorrow, wanting to stay as concealed as possible so you opt for all black clothing and a hooded cowl. You slide the outfit under the bed for later, hoping he wouldn’t find it. You make sure to lay your saber on top of the clothes so you wouldn’t forget it. 

It’s going to be challenging to follow Kylo onboard. You let out a stressed sigh and run your fingers through your hair. 

You can’t doubt yourself. You can do it. 

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Day 24: When you meet your soulmate for the first time, you get a brief flash-forward of your future.

Ship: Romantic Intruceit, Platonic Creativitwins, background Logicality

Warnings: Homophobia, Remus is kicked out of his house for coming out, some swearing, brief mention of knives, message me for more detailed warnings if you like.

Word count: 2925

Summary: Remus comes out to his parents. It doesn’t go well.

Remus took a deep breath as he squeezed his brother’s hand.

“I love you,” he said. Roman squeezed back, looking up at Remus with worry.

“I love you too,” he said. “It’ll be okay.”

Remus didn’t say anything.

“It- it has to be. Right?”

Remus shut his eyes tight, tilting his head back. “I don’t think so,” he forced out.

Roman slumped forward, his forehead hitting Remus’ shoulder and his arms coming up around his chest. Remus pretended not to notice the wetness soaking into his shirt from his brothers’ tears. “I’m here,” he said. “I love you. I- I don’t know what else to say.” Roman was full-out crying now, his shoulders heaving as he gasped for breath. “I’m sorry that- that I can’t do it too,” he said through the sobs.

“No,” Remus interrupted, his hands coming up to cradle Roman’s head. “You need to stay safe. I know I have places to go if I need to, friends who can take me in. You- you don’t have that. And you’re not ready. And that’s okay. You take as long as you need. And you don’t have to do something just because I do.”

He was rocking the two of them gently back and forth, feeling tears drip down his face into his mustache. He carded his fingers through Roman’s hair, pulling his brother closer to him.

“We’ll still go to school together, okay? We can still see each other if-”

“Don’t-” Roman said sharply, burying his head a little further into Remus’ chest.

“Okay,” Remus said softly, but he couldn’t help but finish his sentence in his mind.

If I get kicked out.

***

“Mother? Father?”

Remus fidgeted with the bottom of his shirt as his father looked up. He felt his mother’s hand touch his shoulder.

“Yes, Remus?”

He took a deep breath. “I have something I want to tell you.”

His father raised an eyebrow, looking up over his book. “What is it?”

Remus snuck a glance at Roman, whose face was pale. He was shaking slightly in his chair, a motion that was only barely visible to Remus.

“I…”

He swallowed a lump in his throat.

“I’m gay.”

There was a moment where everything froze, and Remus thought that maybe it’d all be okay, it was fine, he was wrong-

“Pardon me?”

His father’s voice was sharp, his mother’s hand squeezing painfully tight on Remus’ shoulder. He tried to force down the knot in his stomach.

“I’m gay.”

Then all hell broke loose.

His mother yanked her hand away from his shoulder, her long nails scraping painfully against his skin. His father stood up, dropping the book to the floor, an imposing figure over where Remus was shrinking into his chair.

“How did you come to this conclusion?” his father asked, each word stabbing Remus in the stomach like a knife.

“How did you come to the conclusion that you’re straight,” Remus shot back, and immediately regretted it from the look on his father’s face.

“You will go to your room, and think about your choices,” his father said. It was so tight, so controlled, that Remus knew something bad was boiling under the surface.

“Okay,” he whispered.

“Roman, stay here,” his father ordered, as both of the twins stood up. Roman dropped into his chair, shaking visibly now.

As Remus slowly walked up the stairs, his eyes taking in everything about this house, he did his best to ignore the lack of noise from downstairs. It would almost be better if it were screaming, shouting, breaking plates, anything to show how his parents were feeling.

What would happen to him?

He hadn’t exactly been telling the full truth when he’d told Roman that he had a place to stay if he got kicked out. He’d talked to an acquaintance, who was able to take him for a couple days, but he’d need to figure out somewhere else to go pretty quickly. He’d looked into youth shelters in the area; there weren’t many within walking distance of his school.

He mechanically started loading up his backpack and a duffel bag with clothes and little things he wanted to take with him. Even if he wasn’t kicked out for this, it would push him that much closer to the edge.

He sat down on his bed, pulling his knees up to his chest. He put up a hard shell, but… he’d really miss the house, his experiments, the pets outside his window.

His brother.

He was interrupted by a knock on his door. “Remus?” His mother’s voice called out. As he got up, he took one last look around his room.

He opened his door to see both of his parents standing in front of him. His mother was wringing her hands, standing slightly behind her father.

“We are giving you one hour to pack,” he said. “Then you will get out of this house, and we will not see you again.”

Remus bit his lip. “Okay,” he said quietly. He stepped back slowly, watching his parents walk away from him.

He was startled by his brother barreling headfirst into him. “I love you,” Roman said. “I’ll miss you, but I’m still here, okay? If you need anything- tell me, I’ll get it to you. We still have classes together, you said it, we’ll be okay.”

Remus’s arms came up around Roman. “I promise,” he said. “I’m all packed already, so we can just… talk together, for a bit, one last time.”

Roman bit the inside of his cheek. “Okay,” he whispered, his hand slipping down to hold Remus’s, his head tilting into the crook of Remus’s neck.

***

Remus hiked his bags up a little higher on his shoulder, looking back at the outside of his house. He would probably never get to go back inside.

He had a passing thought that he should probably be feeling something at that realization.

He slowly turned to trudge down the dimly-lit street, his feet dragging slightly. He felt his thoughts wander in every direction but the one they probably should have been going.

What would he do when he had to leave Virgil’s house?

He looked up as he reached the door, hand hovering over the doorbell. He rolled his shoulders, feeling the weight of his bags shift on his back. He pushed the slightly glowing button, hearing the muffled ring that came from inside.

After a moment, Virgil opened the door, a happy smile on his face. When he saw Remus on the doorstep, his eyes widened and his smile vanished.

“Fuck,” he said, opening the door. He stepped forward to grab one of Remus’s bags. “Shit, Remus, are you okay?”

Remus gave him a slightly manic smile as they entered the house, leaving his shoes at the doorway. “I just got kicked out, what do you think?”

Virgil put Remus’s bag down in the corner of the dining room. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, taking a deep breath.

“Okay. I have some friends over tonight, they’re not really… my normal style? But I think that’s okay, they’ll like you, just… play nice, please? I don’t want to have to mediate between you?”

Remus decided not to argue the fact that Virgil assumed Remus would be the one starting any arguments, because, well, that wasn’t inaccurate.

“I’ll try,” Remus said, his fingers coming up to twirl his mustache. Virgil rolled his eyes at the action.

“Seriously, I don’t understand why you’re keeping the mustache,” he said as he led Remus to his bedroom. “It doesn’t look that good, it’s so… scraggly.”

Remus grinned. “That’s the point!”

As Remus walked into the bedroom, he saw two people in Virgil’s room. One of them was sitting on the floor wearing a gray cat onesie, their bubbling laughter filling the room. The other was standing over the other, wearing a polo shirt and a necktie. Their face looked serious, but when Remus looked closely, they appeared to be holding back a smile.

“Hey guys,” Virgil said, interrupting the two of them. They looked up at Virgil, the first one with an excited grin, the second one with a curious expression. “I have… an unexpected guest, I guess. This is Remus, he’s staying with me for a couple days.”

“Hi Remus!” the first person exclaimed, standing up and bouncing on their toes slightly. “My name’s Patton, he/him pronouns. Nice to meet ya, kiddo!”

“My name is Logan,” the other person introduced, holding a hand to Remus. “They/them, please.”

Remus took the offered hand, tilting his head as he shook it. “Whatcha in a tie for?”

Logan took a step back, their hand needlessly coming up to adjust the knot of the tie. “I prefer professional wear to casual. Pajamas are designated for sleeping. Therefore, if I am awake, I wear a necktie.”

Remus thought about it for a minute, then shrugged. “Whatever works for you,” he said happily. He plopped down on Virgil’s bed, feeling the comforter move underneath him.

Virgil sat down on the bed next to him, maybe a little closer than was exactly necessary. “Those two are soulmates,” he said, gesturing to Patton and Logan. “They can get disgustingly cute sometimes, it’s why I keep Janus around, he can third-wheel with me when they’re being all lovey-dovey.”

Remus’s lips twitched slightly. “Who’s Janus?” he asked, not being familiar with the name.

“He’s in the bathroom getting ready for bed right now,” Patton offered, his hand in Logan’s lap. They were absentmindedly tracing patterns on the back of his palm.

“Not anymore,” a new voice said. As Remus looked up at the new person, the first thing he thought was that’s a pretty face, before getting sucked out of his spot on the bed.

***

Janus whirled Remus around, a huge smile on his face. When he put the other man down, he tilted his head to press their foreheads together.

“I love you so much,” he said to Remus. “Of course I’ll marry you.”

Remus giggled, tickling Janus’s face with his mustache. “Roman’s my best man,” he said. “Patton can walk me down the aisle instead of the fuckers that birthed me, I get to wear a dress and I don’t care if you do too, and we’re going ring shopping approximately now.”

“Okay,” Janus said, shrieking a little as Remus hugged him so tightly his legs left the ground. As Remus put him down, he pressed their lips together in a sweet kiss.

“I love you,” Remus whispered as they came apart. “And I always will.”

***

Remus blinked himself out of the scene, not knowing how he was supposed to be feeling right now.

He’d met… his soulmate. On the day he’d been kicked out. During a sleepover he’d accidentally crashed.

“Janus? Remus? You okay?” Patton interrupted them, his head tilted inquisitively to one side. Logan had stopped brushing their fingers over his knuckles, instead looking at them with an off-putting intensity.

Remus looked to Janus, his eyebrows raised. “Apparently… we’re soulmates,” Janus said slowly, his voice smooth as melted chocolate, and that was not normally something Remus would think, what was going on?.

Patton squealed, jumping up and bouncing over to pull Remus and Janus into a hug. “That’s so amazing! I’m so happy for you!!”

Remus stiffened at the unexpected touch, slightly panicked. Janus glanced at Remus, and gently pushed Patton away.

“Thank you,” he said. “Possibly… could Remus and I have a bit of privacy to get to know each other a bit better?”

Logan stood up – Remus was slightly surprised by the gracefulness they exuded. “Of course,” they said, gently grabbing Patton’s hand. “Let’s make cookies,” they said, tugging on his arm. “As much sugar as you want, I have some of your favorite recipes memorized…”

As their voice faded out as they went downstairs together, Virgil turned to the two of them. “Listen, I don’t know either of you all that well, but if you either of you get hurt, I will kill you. Understood?” He looked at them both seriously.

“Understood,” Janus said, his voice sincere.

“Yeah,” Remus said, as he realized they were both looking at him. “I won’t hurt him, promise.”

Virgil nodded. “Good,” he said, exiting the room and closing the door. Remus went to turn to Janus when Virgil suddenly opened the door again.

“And don’t get up to any nasty shit in my room!”

Remus cackled as he pushed the door closed. He turned around to see Janus blushing a bright red, but his expression was contemplative. “I wouldn’t complain,” Janus said thoughtfully. Remus collapsed forward, laughing.

Then the laughter turned slightly hysterical, and Remus realized it wasn’t really laughter anymore.

Janus’s arms came up around him, rubbing gently up and down his back, as tears began trailing down Remus’s face. “Get it out,” he heard distantly. “It’ll be okay. Go ahead, don’t worry…” Remus just kept crying into Janus’s shirt, his tears soaking the black pajama shirt.

Remus sniffled as his tears started slowing. He fisted his hands in the back of Janus’s shirt, looking down at the snake-printed pants.

“I like your pants,” he said, his voice thick through the snot and tears still making their way out of his face holes.

“Thank you,” Janus said, his hands moving to Remus’s shoulders. “But… what was that about? If you’re comfortable talking about it, of course. No pressure, but it’s common that soulmates help each other when they break down crying into the other’s shirt for fifteen minutes.”

Remus jerked back, unintentionally meeting Janus’s eyes. “Fifteen- what?”

Janus shook his head firmly. “I don’t mind. I’m just wondering if there’s something going on that you want to talk to someone about.”

Remus bit his cheek, debating.

“If you’re not comfortable, I would recommend writing some of your thoughts down somewhere nobody else can see, because that seemed like it was caused by more than one incident or event. I’m not going to force you to say anything, but I would like to help you if possible.”

Remus backed up, wiping his face with one of his hands. The other was still desperately clutching Janus’s t-shirt.

“Can we sit down?”

“Of course,” Janus said, maneuvering the two of them onto Virgil’s bed, tucking his legs up underneath him. Remus did a kind of backwards belly-flop onto the bed, landing starfished with his face to the ceiling.

“What’s going on?” Janus asked gently.

Remus couldn’t help but laugh a little. “You make it sound like this is therapy or something,” he giggled. Janus just smiled down at him softly, and Remus couldn’t help but feel like he was melting into a gooey mess of… something, his brain wasn’t working right now.

“Really. What’s wrong?”

Remus took a deep breath, trying to figure out where to start.

“Um. I got- kicked out? Earlier tonight?” He heard Janus’s breath catch. “Yeah,” he said, staring at the ceiling. “I came out to my parents, they sent me to my room and told me I had an hour to pack before I was gone.” He gave a humorless laugh. “Worst part is, my twin brother’s gay too. He hasn’t come out, because he’s not ready, and that’s totally fine! But now he’ll be terrified to come out, and I don’t want that for him, because… he should be able to.” He paused for a minute, absentmindedly jiggling his legs where they were hanging off the bed. “I should have been able to. I should be in my bed right now, annoying Roman with my snoring, ignoring my homework. I should be listening to my pet raccoon outside the window. I should be thinking about what prank I’ll pull at school next. I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t be worrying about where I’m going to stay in three days. I shouldn’t be wondering if I’ll be sleeping on the streets in winter. I shouldn’t be kicked out for loving…”

He paused, slightly surprised by where his thoughts were going. Then he shrugged internally, and decided to go for it.

“I shouldn’t be kicked out for loving you.”

He looked over at Janus to see his reaction. He had frozen, a look on his face that Remus would call “besotted” if they hadn’t met less than an hour ago.

“Remus…” Janus started, before trailing off. “I can’t… guarantee anything. But if you told Patton and Logan what’s going on… they’d be able to figure something out with their families, I’m sure of it. Patton has a good family with a secure financial situation, and Logan knows practically everything. Between the two of them… I’m sure you could figure something out.”

Remus slowly sat up, thinking about what Janus was saying. “Really?” he asked quietly.

Janus reached over to grab his hand, flipping it palm up so that he could lace their fingers together. “Really.”

Remus leaned over to lay his head on Janus’s shoulder. “Okay. Virgil said he’d be able to keep me for a few days, but I’d have to figure something else out. So… I can get to know them both better, and ask them, and see what they can do?”

Janus turned his head into Remus’s hair, brushing his lips against the top of Remus’s head. “That sounds like a plan.”

Remus sighed as he closed his eyes, exhaustion setting in. “I just want to sleep,” he whispered.

He felt Janus smile into his hair. “Go ahead,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Remus slipped off into sleep, secure in his soulmate’s arms.

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Can I request a reverse little mermaid au with Lance? After he saves the reader from drowning, she can't stop thinking about him. The reader makes a deal with a sea witch to give up her voice to become a mermaid, so she finds Lance. Thank you~~

   You don’t even remember how it happened. Not really.

   Sometimes you still can’t believe it happened at all. You sit in bed at night, and it’s just his face - that’s all you can see when you close your eyes. The brown hair, stuck to his forehead, the golden skin dripping with water, the strength of his arms as they hauled you from the ocean and laid you oh-so-gently on the beach. The waves lapped at your side, the ache in your body difficult to ignore but he had stayed by your side until the medics found you. He had held your hand and made jokes, keeping you awake for as long as you needed to be.

    You remember his name, and that’s the only thing convincing you he was real, not just a figment of your imagination.

    Lance.

   He’d said it only once, but you latched onto it with everything you had, repeating it on a loop in your head. You remember when he pulled away and said, “Why are you looking at me like that?” and in your woozy, delirious state, you had reached up, trailed a finger along his bare collar bones and said, with a giggle, “Lance.”

   He’d pulled away, face growing red, but he hadn’t left your side. Not until the medics came. They sprinted down the beach towards you, and when you turned back to inform Lance that it was okay, everything was going to be fine, the medics were here, you saw he was already gone.

    Mermaids have been spotted all over the place, but you never thought you would see one with your own two eyes. You never thought you would fall in love with one. You never thought you would give up your voice for one.

    It’s insane. You’ve been told on numerous occasions by so many different people that it’s insane, and you might need to step back and rethink your decision, but none of them understand. None of them were there. None of them felt his arms around you, or the tenderness in his voice when he spoke to you, or the way he stayed there, risking his life just to make sure he could pass you onto someone else who could keep you safe.

    You make your way down the beach. It’s dark. Above you, the moon is full, stars glittering like tiny pinpricks in the dark cloth of night. The sand moulds between your toes, a feeling you will never grow tired of, a feeling you hope to enjoy for the rest of your life. 

    She’s there, as you knew she would be. She doesn’t look to be much older than you, but her eyes tell stories collected across decades. Her brown hair peaks over her shoulder, a braid embellished with seaweed and tiny rocks taken from the sand at your feet.

    “Y/N,” she says, because she’s been expecting you, as she expects everyone desperate enough to visit her. “It didn’t take you very long, did it?”

    “How fast can we get this over with?” you ask. 

    She grins. “Eager?”

   “It won’t be long until my parents come looking for me. They’ll drag me away.”

   “Do they not know you’re here?”

   “They do.” You kick at the sand, biting your lip. “They just don’t necessarily agree.”

    “I can’t say I blame them.” She tilts her head. A fish leaps from the water, crashes back with a splash. The water droplets sprinkle your feet, glisten against your skin. “This is a big commitment you’re making for one such as Lance.”

    You furrow your brows. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

   “Lance is a loner. He doesn’t associate with members of his pod. Why he took a liking to you is completely beyond us all.”

    “He saved my life.”

   “Exactly.” 

   Your cheeks warm. “Let’s just get this over with. I’m giving you my voice; that’s what you asked for.”

    The witch smiles, all white teeth, perfectly straight, razor sharp. She says nothing else, because maybe she doesn’t think she needs to. She has this vulnerable human being laid out before her, ready to give up everything for a chance to see the love of her life once more. Nothing else needs to be said when those foundations have already been laid out.

   And you feel the moment it all shifts. Her hands, soft and calm around your throat, feeling your pulse leap and jolt beneath her fingers. For only a second it’s like razors are being dragged up your oesophagus, and you gag, eyes widening before it all fades away, and suddenly you feel nothing at all.

    You open your mouth, a test. Nothing comes out. Millions of words trek through your mind, but none of them can be spoken aloud. She uncurls her fingers from your throat and grins at you.

   When she speaks, her voice is yours.

   “All done.”

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    Lance is just as beautiful as you’ve always remembered him to be.

   A light blue tail, swishing lazily in the water. Yours is golden. The colours look nice together, like they’re meant to be intertwined. 

   He doesn’t notice you at first, giving you the chance to swim up to his side without ruining the surprise. You could watch him like this forever, distracted with not a care in the world. He’s plaiting bits of seaweed as he watches a couple of fish dart back and forth in front of him, like a proud father watching his kids play in the park.

    You put your hands on his waist. 

   He screeches, shooting up. You can’t help your laugh when he twirls around, the widening of his eyes amusing you to no ends. He stares you for a moment, blinking, spluttering before he dives back down and scoops you in his arms.

    “What the hell are you doing here?” He pulls away, holding you at arms length. “When did you get a tail?”

    Of course you don’t reply. You can’t. Not with words. 

   You pry your hands from his and trace the letters on his chest, just as the witch told you to do; mermaid skin is ten times more sensitive than human skin. Each and every touch feels like a million fire ants trekking across the flesh.

    Lance keeps his eyes firm on you as you spell out the word “Hello” upon his skin. His fingers tighten on your elbows for a moment before you look up and smile brightly, letting him know you have finished and he can respond.

    He swallows. “Hello.” His voice is a croak, nothing more.

    You trace your fingers along his chest again. Teach me?

   “Teach you?”

    Everything.

   He exhales slowly, gently pulling you towards him until your head is on his chest and his arms are around your waist. “Is this real? Are you here to stay?”

    You reply on his back this time. Very real. Forever.

   He hugs you closer, lips pressed into your hair. “I love you.”

    I love you too. 

[eternalstann]

Foot Massage

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

 Warnings: Smut; Mature content [2360 words].

Summary: Bucky gives you a foot massage after a night out with the girls. Except, it turns into a lot more than a foot massage. 

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     You tried to subdue yourself from your fit of giggles as you walked through the doors of the compound. Natasha bent forward grabbing her knees, doubled over from laughter. "Wait, spin around for me again" she choked out whilst looking up at you. You broke when you started to twirl and she smacked your ass. "Natasha!" you exclaimed swatting her hands away. "I definitely see why those guys couldn't keep their eyes off of you tonight, cause your ass is literally a work of art" she spoke cupping your ass in her hands and jiggling it. "You're beyond drunk Nat" you whisper, remembering that it was going on four a.m.

You were about to head to the kitchen when the light from the living room flicked on revealing almost all of the guys sitting on the couch. "Could you be any louder?" Steve asked with a half smile on his face and you were surprised he wasn't upset at you all for being out so late. He truly did act 100 sometimes. "You guys definitely had a good night, hey Y/N, if anything happens between you and Nat tonight come get me first" Sam snickered from his spot on the recliner adjacent to Steve. You just rolled your eyes, typical Sam. You loved him to death, you just didn't have those type of feelings for him. Even though his flirty banter was a nice confidence boost every now and then.

Maybe you could have those feelings for Sam one day; he was handsome, smart, funny and strong. But right now you only had eyes for Bucky Barnes. You bit your lip as your eyes fell to him sitting next to Steve on the couch. There was something about the quiet man that you were just so drawn to. His eyes met yours for a moment before he turned to face Carol who had plopped down in the open seat next to him. A pang of jealousy coarsed through you as she handed him a beer and placed her feet up onto the table in front of them. You mentally kicked yourself for not beating her over there. He was wearing a tight fitting navy blue t-shirt. His chest and shoulders filled it out so completely you were positive if he breathed too deeply it'd rip off him. A pair of gray basketball shorts and socks finished his look and you couldn't help but stare at his muscular thighs. Your thoughts were about to take a turn towards the R-rated when you felt a pair of small but strong arms wrap around your waist.

"I love youuuu!" Natasha quipped rocking you back and forth. "I love you too Nat" you replied placing your hands over hers. She always got really touchy when she was drunk but usually you didn't have as much of an audience. The red headed (and sometimes blonde) woman was truly your closest friend. She kissed your cheek before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the love seat. "Hey Tony and Bucky! Peter isn't it past your bedtime?" You joked. "Haha you're so funny Y/N, you're only a few years older then me so relax!" He laughed. "Where are Clint and Bruce?" Natasha asked noticing the two of them were missing from the bunch. "Bruce went to bed a while ago and Clint went home for the weekend. I'm Surprised you were even able to deduct they weren't here as drunk as you are Nat" Tony spoke pulling laughs from the guys.

"Where's Wanda?" Steve asked with a raised eyebrow. "You know where she is" Carol responded before taking a sip of her beer. "Okay Wanda, I knew she was a freak! It's always the quiet ones!" Sam just wouldn't stop tonight. "At least someones getting some, this job is horrible for my sex life" Nat deadpanned. "No seriously, I haven't had sex in so long I think my virginity is growing back" You were joked. Though you were getting crucially horny. Everyone laughed but you felt butterflies watching Bucky laugh, it was a rare occurrence so you tried your best to take it in. "I'm sure anyone here would love to help you with your problem Y/N, including Nat" Carol looked at you. "Wow Carol so you wouldn't?" "Oh, girl especially me" She laughed and you could feel your neck get hot. "Well right now my biggest problem is how bad my feet hurt" You reached down to pull off your strappy black heels.

"I'll give you a foot massage" Bucky shrugged and your head shot up so fast you almost got whiplash. "Don't let me block your blessing girl" and Carol got up switching seats with you. You weren't even fully seated when he grabbed your legs and pulled your feet into his lap. You shivered at the feel of his cold metal hand and then the warmth of his flesh one. It was probably odd to be receiving a foot rub in front of the team but you couldn't find it in you to care. Bucky's big hands used just the right amount of pressure on your sore soles and it took all of your effort not to let out a moan. His metal hand lifted your leg up and his other one squeezed your calf, rubbing up and down. You felt your nipples harden and you took a deep breathe to try and keep your composure. He was barely doing anything and you were falling apart.

He was smiling at you, an innocent smile but the sight of it made your pussy wet. You felt like those blues eyes were staring right through you. "Is this good?" he whispered to you, trying not to draw the attention of the others a they had all begun watching whatever was on T.V. "You're perfect Buck" you sighed, pushing back your hair and letting your head fall onto the arm rest of the couch.

The way you were sprawled out, legs on his lap with your back arched slightly he felt his shorts grow tighter. He could see your hard nipples through your thin black dress and he closed his eyes to imagine your bare breasts. You were gorgeous, watching Nat all over you made him both turned on and jealous at once. It was his idea for him and the guys to stay up having a movie night because you were going out with the girls. He wanted to make sure you were safe, even though you could more then handle yourself. Your legs were so smooth and soft, he wished he could feel the rest of you.

After about fifteen minutes you yawned and his heart dropped, fearing it was the end of your interaction. "I'm gonna go lay down" you spoke sitting up and putting your hand on his arm. "Thank you Bucky, I'll have to return the favor sometime" you smiled before getting up and padding barefoot to your room. You weren't really tired but you needed some relief. You stripped your dress off as soon as you made it to your room. You lay on your bed and ran your hands down your body, remembering the feeling of Bucky’s touch. Your core throbbed at just the thought of him, an ache deep within you that only he could fix.

Bucky got up as soon as he'd noticed you'd forgotten your shoes. A perfect excuse to see you again. He was gonna knock but he stopped in his tracks when he saw your door was still cracked open. "Y/N you left your shoes-" His breathe caught in his throat at the sight in front of him. There you were- splayed out on your bed, legs open with one hand between them touching yourself. Your head had been against the pillows but rose in shock at the sound of his voice. "Bucky- I..." you exclaimed but you couldn't find words. "I'm so sorry..I should've knocked" Bucky spoke, barely above a whisper and unable to take his eyes off of you.

"Bucky can I tell you something..?" you didn't know where this confidence came from but you hoped it would see you through. "...I'm really fucking horny". Your eyes focused on the bulge in his shorts. "And I could use your help". Bucky was across the room in seconds, "then let me help you baby girl".

As soon as he was in reach you pulled his face to yours. The kiss was dirty and sensual, the kind that made your brain turn to static. Your fingers found their way to his hair, holding onto him like he would disappear if you let go. His were around your waist pulling you so close a sheet of paper wouldn't fit between the two of you. His mouth tasted like your new favorite thing and his scent was intoxicating. "Bucky get naked" you whined tugging at at the hem of his shirt. He obliged pulling his top over his head. He had scars littered across his broad chest, you leaned forwards and licked down his sternum. "These shorts need to go too.." you drawled, tugging them down.

You took a moment to take in his length, you had no doubt he'd be well endowed but you were almost nervous at how big he was. You took him in your mouth, bobbing your head a few times before looking up at him. His pupils were blown, mouth in a small 'o' at the sight of you. You bobbed faster, swirling your tongue around the head and placing your hands on his thighs to steady yourself. "Holy shit baby girl, don't stop" he moaned, his flesh hand falling to the back of your head.

You kept going, obscene noises of your sucking echoed through the room. "Fuck" you heard Bucky mutter under his breath and you knew he was close. You hummed around him and that was it, you felt his hot load shoot into your mouth and you did you best to swallow it all. You pulled back and tried to catch your breath but Bucky pulled you up and bent you over the bed. He spread your legs and rubbed your sex, "you ready for me baby girl?". You couldn't even speak, you just nodded your head; but that wasn't enough for Bucky. His hand came down on your ass and you jumped at the sting. "Talk to me Y/N". He smacked you again and you let out a whimper, "Yes Bucky please, I'm ready!". Your jaw dropped when you felt his tongue against your pussy. He didn't waste any time, licking and tasting you. He ate you like you were his last meal. 

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum" you cried, as that pleasant burn began to form in the pit of your stomach. He picked up the pace, encouraged by your words. He began sucking on your clit. You nearly screamed his name as you reached your peak. He used his mouth to ride you through your orgasm. You let your face fall flat against the bed when he was finished. You felt like you were floating. “Get on the bed babygirl” he commanded and you obeyed.

You lay flat on your back, staring at the beautiful man hovering over you. Bucky shook his head and disbelief, still not able to believe he was finally having you this way. “You’re so gorgeous” he spoke, leaning down to kiss you again. “Please Buck, I need you” you were pining at this point. Bucky held himself up, his arms in either side of you, before pushing into you. The feeling made both of you breathless. “So wet for me..” Bucky mumbled, letting his forehead rest against yours. He pulled out almost completely before entering you again. You were certain you’d never felt this full before.

You arched your back as he began to thrust into you faster, your breast pressed against his chest and legs wrapped around his waist. You wished the two of you could stay in this moment forever. “You feel so good baby” you groaned letting your nails dig into back. Bucky liked the pain and picked up the pace even more, slamming into you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” you chanted like a mantra feeling your high approaching again. “You gonna come for me sweetheart?” Bucky asked, placing a hand around your throat and squeezing. All you could do was nod. His hips rubbed just right against your clit each time he delved into you.

Bucky’s thrusts got quicker and you clenched around him. “Cum for me Y/N!” Bucky muttered through gritted teeth and you did. He fucked you through you high, still chasing his own. You pulled his head down to yours rough, by his hair and Bucky grunted at the feeling finally finding his release and cumming inside of you. “Shit babygirl” he spoke before collapsing on top of you.

You let your fingers trace shapes on to the now sweaty skin of his back, just enjoying the moment. Laying in the dark, next to the man you’d been dreaming of for months. Until a stream of light came in from the doorway and you heard Natasha’s loud voice, “YOU GUYS THEY HAD SEX, I TOLD YOU!”

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I never know how to end these omg 😭 but hey I’m a new blog! This is my first piece about a member of the avengers/cast so I hope you enjoyed it! Feel free to send in requests or just chat! Sending you love. (P.S sorry I was so excited to post this I didn’t even proof read😭)