#WAITWAITWAIT THESE ARE SO GOOD

[bobacupcake]

playing erdtree with my pal we get invaded by someone named "Drip Inspector" and im like "waitwaitwait. ok lets just pose leaning back to back and wait for them to show up maybe our outfits will be so good they wont kill us"

so we wait until they show up and then they get reaaaal close to us . and then pull out their telescope and start circling around us and zooming in for a good 30 seconds. then they clap, use the "wonderful" and "youre beautiful" prattling pates, and jump off a cliff. invader vanquished

[aroaceofthesea]

I have a bunch of kids in the train playing that fucking hippopotamus game where you have to eat the little balls and i simultaneously want to strangle them and play this game again

[mothbaaalls]

my mom went to a japanese restaurant with some friends and brought me home a bigass bowl of rice topped with shrimp and chicken and veggies and it's pretty tasty but theres SO MUCH OF IT

HEEELP somebody come share it with me 🥺

[helluvapoison]

Kisses

leaving kiss a mark on adam, lute and lucifer

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˚✧₊⁎ Adam ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• He meets this weird in between where he doesn’t get makeup and will complain about it sometimes

• (People are looking at you, if you wanted his attention you have it now, you don’t need it, blah blah blah)

• But he also loves seeing you wear it

• Secretly, he revels in the way people stare because you’re his!

• At his concerts, Adam needs a kiss on the cheek right before he hops on stage. It completes the look he’s reaching for and acts as his good luck charm

• Outside of that, you don’t let him near your lips because you know he just wants to mess it up!

• “C’mon baby, it’s all I want in the whole world!”

• “Sucks to be you then because there’s absolutely no chance in—!”

• You hold the brush end of a broom at Adam as he makes a grab at you, laughing so hard he doubles over

• “You’re too easy, babe! Quit overreacting, I just want a little smooch before I head out.”

• “Oh no, I don’t think so! You throw a tantrum when everyone looks at me. Don’t you think they’ll be staring when you have a giant kiss mark on your lips?”

• “Who said it had to be the lips?”

• You raise the broom over your head in warning

˚✧₊⁎ Lute ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• It’s comical how cautious she gets around you when you wear lipstick

• One would think you’re carrying a weapon around, what with the way she keeps you at arms length

• PDA disgusts her. Technically, sure, it doesn’t count but the gist of it sets Lute on edge

• She can’t remember if that’s Heaven’s doing or her own, but she would be mortified if someone caught her with even a hint of lipstick on her face

• She would love a kiss goodbye but doesn’t trust your devious mind

• “I have to go!”

• “Then go!” You laugh, hopping over the couch to continue chasing her

• Lute screeches with laughter when you get too close for comfort, “Don’t you dare!”

• You wouldn’t, you just like teasing her

• You hold up your hands to placate her, tilting your head to the side so she can plant a kiss on your cheek instead

• “You better believe you’re getting a big kiss right there when you get back.” You say, deadly serious, tapping her cheek

• Lute wouldn’t have it any other way

˚✧₊⁎ Lucifer ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• There’s nothing he wants more than for you to have a constant claim on him

• A touch of you somehow, someway, somewhere on him ignites a visceral reaction

• Lipstick marks are no acception

• In fact they’re possibly the worst thing you could do to Lucifer if he had something that needed to get done that day

• One on his cheek— oh but now you have to make the other one even!

• Could you plop one on his forehead? How about his nose? Chin? Lips?

• Lucifer will stare at himself in the mirror, admiring your work with a dazed expression and a heavy blush

• He wants pictures too! Lots of selfies, please and thank you

• You thought I was joking? No, the rest of the day goes by like this

• “Waitwaitwait!” “You missed a spot!” “I need one more picture!”

• He crosses his arm and pouts as you wipe his face clean

• You’re careful not to wear lipstick if you know he has to go out because you can’t not give him a kiss goodbye, that would be ludacris!

• Lucifer checks to see if you’re wearing any too but for the opposite reason, disappointment evident on his face

• “Later,” You promise, pressing your lips to his temple and effectively melting away his dismay

~

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ 🐌 my friend! i personally don’t think these characters would be able to get away with having kiss marks on them in public but i didn’t want you to be dissapointed!! :(( i hope this is ok!!! xoxo

[cherubfae]

𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔶 𝔟𝔬𝔶? || {𝔧𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡}

tags: smut, NSFW, fem!reader, subby!James, dry humping, riding, blowjobs, James is more than a little pent up, reader wears a skirt and makeup fyi, established relationships, post SH2 events (no spoilers), breeding kink, mentions of wanting a family, praise

"gimme the wet cat man" we all say in unison

"I need it, baby.. I need it please.. I'm already begging... Please, don't make me wait any longer."

James looked so pretty, his cheeks flushed pink and lips sweetly glossed from a mixture of your saliva and sparkly silver lip oil. The marks from your lipstick trail down his chin, to his neck, and end just at the start of James's unbuttoned collar. His hands clutch the arms of the chair tighter. You told him he couldn't touch, he's trying to be a good listener... But you make it so fuckin' impossible looking as good as you do.

He's painfully hard beneath you. Cock throbbing desperately behind his jeans, which currently feel like a prison, he can't feel your wet pussy grind against him in the way he needs. Your stupid skirt is in the way, hiding from him exactly what he is desperate to touch, to lick, to fuck. But you're being mean, grinding that cute cunt up and down his clothed cock and not allowing him to see any of it.

"Please.. Need to see it.. I need to see how wet you are for me. You," James takes a pause to swallow a big gulp of air. "You know that I can't feel your pretty pussy through my clothes.. Please, baby. For me?"

Your heart almost aches at his words. Desperation muddled in his crystal blue eyes. He was being so good, so patient, letting you have your fun. You were successful at getting him nice and hard and ready. An easy job to do, admittedly. He was practically almost always ready for you.

"Alright, I'll have mercy on you, James." You're grinning wide, watching his shoulders visibly relax as you slide off of his lap. A noticeable wet patch of your combined fluids stains the crotch of his jeans, his cock hard and tented under the fabric. Sliding the zip down, you sink your hand past the opening, cupping him through his boxers.

James moans low, a desperate needy thing, rutting his hips into your palm. He radiates warmth and greed as his cock chases your hand when you pull away.

Already begging, "Wait-- baby, waitwaitwait--"

"Shh, love. Wouldn't you rather have the real thing?"

James immediately shuts up, nodding eagerly. His mouth drops open when you finally, finally tug down his jeans and boxers. His pretty cock, flushed pink and dripping, stands proud between his legs. His balls are heavy and swollen, twitching with sheer excitement, demanding your touch instantly.

Grinning, you wrap your lips around his leaky tip reveling in the moan that spills from his lip, luring you in like a siren's call and doubled your efforts. His hips stutter, hand pressing back against your nap to encourage you to take him a little further down that sweet, tight throat of yours.

"Yes.. Fuck, yes. It's been too long, baby. Too long." James sighs and tilts his head back, his thighs widening to allow you better access. He was correct, it had been a while since you two had been able to do anything as simple as relishing in the other's company.

Humming around his length, you take him down your throat fully. His heavy balls pulse against your chin, already throbbing, threatening to spill every last drop of cum he'd been storing inside of them. James often inadvertently blue-balled himself. He says it doesn't feel the same when he touches himself versus when you do it. Everything was so much more pleasurable with you, so it doesn't always cross his mind that he can do that instead of waiting.

"C'mere-- don't wanna cum yet," James grumbled, gently removing you from him only to tug you onto his lap, swollen cock notching at your wet entrance, his reddened tip sliding against your dewy folds. Two fingers slowly push and curl into your entrance, sliding in to caress your walls. He stretches you nicely on his thick fingers, thumb swirling at your achy clit. "God... So fuckin' wet and sweet f'me.."

Rocking yourself against his hand, your arms coil around his neck. James met your lips in a searing kiss, slowly removing his fingers to guide his cock to you, feeding his tip into you slowly. Keeping his fingers at your clit, James kisses you sweetly, whispering small praises against your mouth as you moan into each other. He was always a bit of a stretch.

"That's it.. Good girl, taking me so well. I know, baby, I know.. I'm almost in. Fuck!" James moans as he bottoms out, fingers still lazily circling figure-eights. Your little bud throbs, a moan billowing out of your throat. Hands gripping your hips, James guides you up and down his length, heavy balls soon thudding wetly against the crease of your ass. Wet skin smacking against each other, the sound of your coupling soon fills the room accompanied by both of your needy, wanton moans.

"James..!" You pant, burying your face at his neck. You sway your hips, slamming yourself down on him over and over again. His grip tightened on your hips, leaving crescent-shaped marks beneath his fingertips. He's greedy, kissing and sucking and moaning, trailing deep purple marks all over your pretty skin, nipping at you playfully.

Smiling, James pants, "Ride me, baby. Fuckin' ride me.." He moans and leans back, allowing you to attack his throat and Adam's apple with your own barrage of kisses and love bites. You double your efforts, James's hands move to grip your ass, kneading the globes as encouraged you to move faster. "Gonna cum inside. Want that, baby? Want me to fill you?"

His words were enough to make you clench around him like a vice. James groaned deeply by your ear, warm breath caressing your skin, gently nipping at your lobe. It had taken some time, but James had gotten pretty confident in how he expressed himself and his desires. The urge to start a family with you had become a primal need of his.

Nodding eagerly, you tighten your arms around him. Your hips meet his in deep, fervent thrusts whiny moans tore from your throat one after the other. Pressing tight circles to your clit, James is eager to make you cum before him. He wasn't sure how he'd made it this long without cumming.

"Yes! Please, please, please, honey!" You whimper, swiveling your hips and taking him as deep as you possibly can. You come first, a sharp cry echoing throughout your home as you gush for him. Pulling back, until James is nearly out of you, his tip barely touching your labia and then sinking down atop him in one fell swoop. James held you fast, dropping you onto his length repeatedly, chasing his eager, impending release.

Crying against your neck, James fucks into your hard and fast, slamming himself home one more time. He came with a shout, teeth sinking into the juncture of your neck and crushing you to his chest. His balls pulse, releasing every pent up drop inside of you until he's spasming and giving nothing.

Thrusts slowing to gentle, rhythmic sways James holds you to him, stroking his hands across your back. He brushes your sweaty hair back, running his hand down your bare body to your thighs where you still sit atop his lap; his member still deeply-seated inside of you. Pretty blue eyes dazedly searching yours with a small smile. It was amazing how much emotion could be held in two simple things like sensory organs. They truly were the window of the soul.

Breathlessly, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "Still with me?"

"Always." You grin back, sharing a soft kiss.

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[steddiehyperfixation]

don't you forget about me (part five)

(part one)(part two)(part three)(part four)

No nightmares make their way into Eddie’s mind that night, no bad memories stir in his subconscious. That night, instead, he dreams of Steve:

Steve sat in the back of Eddie’s van, lounging against the wall with his legs stretched out in front of him, perpendicular to Eddie who sat against the back of the seats, legs also kicked out and propped up on top of Steve’s as they passed a joint back and forth, talking and laughing about everything and nothing. The windows and doors were closed to keep the night’s cool summer breeze out and the smoke in, the air in the van pleasantly warm and thick and hazy; their minds so too. 

Steve took a hit of the joint and attempted to blow smoke rings when he exhaled, making funny shapes with his lips and failing so spectacularly it made Eddie burst into a fit of raucous laughter. He threw his head back with it, hysterical and giggly in his high. Steve shoved at Eddie’s legs in mock offense at being laughed at, but it lacked heat, and he’d already caught the giggles from him too. 

“You’re really beautiful, you know,” Steve said, dopey smile on his face as he watched Eddie laugh. 

Eddie snorted. “And you’re really high.” He plucked the joint out of Steve’s hands, not giving the compliment much weight at all. People just say things sometimes when they’re too high, and he knew Steve’s tolerance for any sort of substance had gone way down since he’d gotten caught in that mall fire a couple weeks ago. Something to do with trauma or whatever. 

“Yeah, I’m gone,” Steve agreed, blowing a raspberry at him. “But I meant it, though,” he said. His dazed eyes drifted lazily over Eddie’s face. “I think it all the time sober too, every time you laugh or smile or the light hits you just right. You have pretty lips and pretty eyes and pretty hair.” 

“Yeah, it’s the long hair, man.” Eddie laughed, genuine but dismissive, taking a hit of the joint and saying on the exhale, “Got the wires all crossed in that lovely little head of yours. Your high brain’s just got me confused for a girl or something.” 

“No.” Steve frowned at him, bottom lip jutted out in a pretty pout as he shook his head. “I’m not confused. I don’t think you’re a girl. I think you’re a gorgeous, gorgeous boy.” 

“Hm.” Eddie took another hit, felt the weed float through his veins, cloud his mind even further. “In that case…” The smoke escaped past lips stretched into an unsuppressable grin. “You wanna know a secret?”

Steve angled his body towards him and leaned forward in interest. “Uh huh.” 

Eddie snuffed out the joint, pushed away from the back of the seats, and pulled his legs off of Steve, sitting back on his heels instead as he shifted to face Steve better and move closer. Inches apart now, Eddie brought a hand up to Steve’s cheek and said in a conspiratorial whisper, “I think you’re a gorgeous, gorgeous boy too.”

Steve giggled, smile wide and cheeks pink. He hooked an arm around Eddie’s waist and swept him onto his lap, making Eddie giggle too as he was pulled in close. Their foreheads rested against each other. Steve’s heavy-lidded eyes settled on Eddie’s lips, and Eddie thought he got the hint. He leaned in, and for a second Steve leaned in too, only for him to duck away at the very last second, the would-be kiss amounting only to the barest brush of their lips. A small whine, confused and wanting, escaped involuntarily from the back of Eddie’s throat. 

“Waitwaitwait-” Steve said, one hand pressed lightly against Eddie’s chest to hold him back. “We should be sober first.” 

Eddie huffed, but agreed, “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.” His hand still cupped Steve’s face though, thumb running over his cheekbone as he asked, “Will you even still want to kiss me when you’re not high?” 

“Of course I will.” Steve leaned into his touch. “Will you?” 

“Of course I will. Have you seen you?” Eddie said with a light laugh. “How could I not?” 

Steve grinned, bumped his forehead against Eddie’s again. “I’m gonna kiss you breathless when we’re sober, I promise.” 

“You better.” Eddie pressed a kiss to Steve’s cheek instead, for now. “I’m holding you to that, pretty boy.” 

He was rewarded with another giggle and both of Steve’s arms wrapping around him now to pull him closer to his chest. Eddie slipped an arm around Steve’s waist too and settled against him, curled up so that he could rest his head on Steve’s shoulder. His other hand dropped from Steve’s face and drifted instead to land on the bicep of the strong arms that cradled him. 

The giggly elation of their high was beginning to give way to a stoned sleepiness, the weed-soaked air draped around them like a blanket. They probably could’ve fallen asleep like that - it wouldn’t have been the first time they’d passed out back there after a smoke sesh - but the air would soon grow stale, not to mention every breath inside the hotboxed van only maintained their intoxication and Eddie kind of really wanted to be sober as soon as possible. 

“It’s getting late,” he mumbled, reluctantly pushing himself away from Steve. “We should head inside.”

“Yeah, alright.” Steve, equally reluctantly, let go of Eddie and let him leave his lap. 

They separated to climb out of the van and make their way to the trailer and back to Eddie’s room to get ready for bed, but they gravitated towards each other again, drawn together like magnets once they laid side by side under Eddie’s sheets. It was almost unconscious, really, the way they both reached out and pulled each other close. 

By the time morning came, they were completely intertwined: both of them had both arms wrapped tight around the other, their legs entangled, Steve’s head tucked beneath Eddie’s chin and face buried in his chest. Eddie idly ran his fingers through Steve’s hair; Steve stirred at the touch and muttered a muffled, “‘Morning,” which Eddie softly echoed. 

Steve pulled his head back from Eddie’s chest then and shifted himself up so that they were face to face - or, more accurately, nose to nose. “Oh.” He smiled a little. “Hi.” And Eddie echoed that too, with a matching small smile. 

“About last-” Steve started to say, at the same time Eddie began to ask, “Did you-?” They both broke off into a light chuckle. Steve shook his head and said, “Sorry, you go.” 

“Did you mean what you said last night?” Eddie asked, voice quiet and careful and hopeful. 

“Every word,” Steve replied, his gaze soft as his eyes met Eddie’s. “Did you?” 

“Every word,” Eddie confirmed. A slow grin spread across his face, and he slid his hand from Steve’s hair to trace his fingers along Steve’s jaw. “You have a promise to keep now, big boy.” 

“That I do,” Steve agreed with a smirk of his own, pulling Eddie closer.

Their lips met, properly this time. Steve kissed him gentle and sweet and slow, and Eddie all but melted into it, a syrupy warmth flooding his veins. He kissed back, matched the pace. Steve flipped them over, pressing Eddie’s back into the mattress as he deepened the kiss and settled his weight on top of him with a languid, full body roll. Eddie moaned softly beneath him, his lips parting to accept the caress of Steve’s tongue which licked into his mouth in easy, tender strokes. His hands curled in Steve’s hair again and in the fabric of his shirt, back arched in an attempt to press himself even closer as Steve continued to kiss him like he was drinking Eddie in, like Eddie was something precious and Steve was determined to savor every taste. It was dizzying, hypnotizing, thoroughly fucking intoxicating. 

When Steve finally pulled away, Eddie was pretty sure he’d forgotten how to breathe, how to speak. He stared up at him, dazed, eyes wide and mouth still open soundlessly. 

“Told you,” Steve said, a smugness in his smile, “breathless.” 

“Man of your word.” Eddie found his voice again, remembered how to pull air back into his lungs. “An attractive quality,” he murmured before tugging Steve down into another kiss. 

This one got a little more heated. It was Eddie who took control this time, and he kissed Steve with fervor. He switched their positions, rolling over so that Steve was the one lying beneath him now, Eddie’s body grinding down as he landed on top of Steve. It was not soft and neither was the sound Steve let out in response: a guttural groan that rumbled against Eddie’s lips. Eddie swallowed that sound, bit down on it, devoured it; craved more of it. He left Steve’s mouth to kiss down his neck, scraping his teeth against those stupidly biteable moles and sucking a bruise onto the skin. Steve’s breath stuttered; as Eddie paired the lovebite with another harsh grind, Steve’s hips bucked up to meet him, pulling another deep groan from them both. 

“Eddie,” Steve gasped out then. “Eddie, we should slow down.” 

Eddie immediately clambered off of him. “Right, yeah. Too much. Sorry.” He put some distance between them, sitting more towards the edge of the bed and looking away awkwardly.

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” Steve said as he sat up and shifted closer, placing a hand over Eddie’s. “I just- I don’t want this to be just that.” His other hand reached up to turn Eddie’s face back towards him. “I want something real with you. I want to do things right.” 

“Oh. Yeah, I wouldn’t just-” Eddie shook his head and smiled softly instead, taking Steve’s hand from his face and holding it. “I want something real with you too.” 

Steve sighed, smiled with visible relief. He squeezed Eddie’s hands. “Okay, good.” 

Eddie’s stomach grumbled audibly then, and he said with a grin, “So, how about you take me out to breakfast, sweetheart, and we can go from there?”

Steve laughed. “Sounds good to me,” he said, leaning in to give Eddie one more lingering kiss first. 

Eddie wakes up wanting, a deep ache in his heart like there’s something missing now that he’s awake. Steve is still holding his hand, and Eddie looks over to see the guy passed out in the bedside chair, head lolled to one side, mouth open, a line of drool crusted down his chin. It’s disgusting. It’s fucking adorable. The ache in his heart twinges.

“Goddamnit,” Eddie groans to himself. He knows what this is. He’s got a fucking crush. On Steve fucking Harrington. Of all people. Of course he does. 

For all his anti-jock rhetoric, even for all his protests yesterday about not being obsessed, Eddie always did have a sort of fascination with Steve Harrington in high school. More of a passing fancy, really. He thought Steve was attractive, sure, but in the way a celebrity is attractive - unobtainable and unreal - so it was always more like Steve was just his favorite reality TV show rather than an actual crush. But now Steve is real, and worst of all, he’s kind. King Steve Intangible Hot Asshole Jock Harrington is now Sweet Lovely Gorgeous Goofy Perfect Steve who holds Eddie’s hand when he’s scared and tells stupid jokes to make him laugh and always seems to know exactly what he needs, so of course Eddie never stood a single goddamn chance. Of course Eddie only had to spend one fucking day with this man for his old teenage fascination to trip and start falling for him, for Eddie to start having stupid, sappy dreams about him. 

Because Eddie’s sure that’s all it was. No way was that dream a memory; his brain was just taking bits and pieces of what Steve had said yesterday and filling in the blanks with fantasy. Dumb, sweet, soft, romantic fantasy. Complete with fucking yearning and shit. 

Eddie groans again. Why couldn’t it have just been a sex dream? He knows how to handle sex dreams. Sex dreams don’t come with actual feelings. 

Steve begins to rouse then, probably stirred awake by all Eddie’s grumbling. 

“Morning, sunshine,” Eddie says as Steve lifts his head and wipes the crusted drool from his mouth. 

“Eddie?” Steve rubs his eyes with one hand, then blinks and squeezes Eddie’s hand with his other as his face breaks into a smile. “Hey, you slept through the night!”

Eddie snorts. “You don’t have to make it sound like I’m your infant child reaching a milestone.” He puts on a slight character voice, pitching up his inflection, “‘Baby Eddie slept through the night for the very first time! Mommy Steve was finally able to get some rest!’” 

“Ew.” Steve wrinkles his nose and shakes his head, even as he scoffs out a laugh. “Do not call me mommy.” 

“Oh, sorry, would you prefer daddy?” Eddie asks with a smirk and raised eyebrows. Because he’s stupid and has no fucking filter. 

“Uh-” That startles a nervous chuckle out of Steve, pretty pink blush blooming in his cheeks. Then he closes his eyes for a moment, shakes his head again, and takes a breath to regain his composure. “Yeah, no, that’s not my thing either.” 

“Noted,” Eddie says, and then physically bites his own tongue to stop himself from asking something even more stupid like so what is your thing then? 

“Anyways-” Steve seems a little desperate to change the subject. “No nightmares last night?” 

“Nah.” Eddie taps his fingers against Steve’s hand. “You’ve got some sort of magic touch, man. I never have nightmares when I fall asleep with your hands on me.” 

Steve smiles at that, a small thing. “Told you I’d fight them off.” 

“Man of your word,” Eddie mutters. His heart gives a little lurch as he echoes his dream, a reaction which is consequently made clear and apparent for anyone to see by the immediate uptick of beeping from his heart monitor. So that’s going to be a problem. 

“Yeah-” Steve glances at the monitor, then back at Eddie, a concerned pinch between his brows (Eddie wants to reach up and smooth it away; his heart only beats faster). “Are you alright?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Eddie glares accusingly at the heart monitor, like it’s betrayed him on purpose. “I don’t know why it’s doing that.” 

Steve doesn’t look convinced. “Are you sure? I can go get someone to check on you-” He starts to stand like he means to leave, but Eddie tightens his grip on his hand so he can’t get too far. 

“I said I’m fine, Steve,” Eddie insists, a little sharper than he meant to. He takes a breath, smooths the edge off his voice. “A slightly increased heart rate is not gonna kill me, alright? You don’t have to worry about me so much.” 

“I always worry about you,” Steve mutters. Though he does settle back into his chair, he keeps eyeing the heart monitor and worriedly chewing on his lip - as if that’s going to help Eddie’s racing heart situation. 

“Okay, you gotta stop doing that, man.” 

“What?” 

“Acting all nervous like I’m about to drop dead,” Eddie says. “You’re stressing me out. No wonder my heart’s beating faster.” 

“Right, sorry.” Steve looks away from the monitor and releases his lip from between his teeth, bitten red and plump now. Jesus. 

Eddie breathes in slowly. He can be calm, he can be cool. He takes another few breaths until his heart rate finally starts to chill the fuck out and the monitor stops beeping so incessantly. “See, I’m totally fine.” 

“Yeah.” Steve relaxes visibly. He squeezes Eddie’s hand, gives an apologetic smile. “Of course you are. Sorry I stressed you out.” 

“That’s alright.” Eddie smiles back with a shrug, brushing it off. “Means you care, Stevie. I appreciate it.”

Steve’s expression turns warm then, and about 95% of Eddie’s higher brain functioning is now completely focused on trying to keep his heartbeat steady under the glow of Steve’s smile and the warmth of his hand. He doesn’t even hear whatever it is Steve says in response, just lets the timbre of his voice wash over him. It sounds like something soft, something kind, but not something that requires a reply, so Eddie stays quiet and continues to count each beat of his heart in the easy silence that settles over them. 

~ 

Steve can’t decide if he wants to stay right here forever, holding Eddie’s hand and making sure he’s alright, or if he still wants to run so far from the ache it leaves in his chest. 

Hanging out with Eddie yesterday had been overwhelmingly bittersweet. It felt so good to laugh with him again, to talk with him the way they used to, to see his face all lit up and happy. It felt so good to know that Eddie wanted him there, that he enjoyed spending time with him. There were moments that set Steve’s heart aglow, moments so effortless, so simple, so them, that he could forget, just for a second, all that was still missing between them. But each good feeling came with a stinging aftertaste of grief as Steve would remember and he felt the difference in the depth of their affection like a great gaping chasm, vast and black and bleak. 

His emotions are frayed, all stretched and pulled in so many different directions at the same time. He wants and he worries and he aches and he loves; desire and despair.

Time makes his decision for him, though, as he catches sight of the clock on the wall and suddenly remembers, “Shit- I have to go, sorry. I promised Robin I’d finally come back to work today so she’d stop having to be stuck on shifts with Keith,” Steve says, starting to stand. 

“Oh.” Eddie blinks like he’s been startled out of a trance. A brief disappointment flashes across his face. “Okay.” 

“I’ll be back tonight, though,” Steve promises with a reassuring squeeze of his hand. “Soon as I can.” 

The corners of Eddie’s mouth tug up into a small smile then. “Yeah, I know you will.” He lifts Steve’s hand to press a kiss to the back of it before letting go. “You’re my good luck charm.”

It’s such a small, innocent thing, but it wrenches Steve’s heart. The feeling of Eddie’s lips lingers on his skin like it’s haunting him, taunting him; the barest trace of something that once was, a ghost of what he’s lost. It’s almost cruel. Steve hates it, and he aches for it. 

He’s quick to leave the room before Eddie can see the tears in his eyes. Steve knows Eddie doesn’t like to see him sad.

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[regularme12]

Put on your comedy mask!

A/N: I garuntee you, everyone in the tk community thought this was finna be a tickle scene. So I'm making it into a fic!!!

Lee: Jax

Ler: Gangle(?)

Summary: Gangle don't like slackers, or debby downers. Lucky for her, she knows just the way to turn that frown upside down!

"Hi!! Welcome to Spudsy's!! In this video, you're gonna learn the ins and outs on what makes YOU a good crew worker! AND a valuable asset to the Supdsy's corporation." Gangle explained on the tv screen. Jax felt like he acctually messed up for the first time. If it wasn't for Gangle's stupid happy face, he wouldn't have been complaining about the work enviroment, she sent them out to do!!

"When did you make this?"

"Now I know what you're thinking," Gangle mocked, "I don't want a career in fast food. I wanna be a comic artist and eventually launch my own manga inspired webcomic. And it's cool to have dreams, but you also need to remember that they're all completely unrealistic, and YOU need to stop trying."

Jax was baffled that Gangle had the courage to do all of this shit!! Like yh, cut his pay, or send him home for the day, but this?! This was too much just for her, Jax dosen't know how or when he's getting out. He felt a little anxious and claustrophobic.

"But BEFORE we get into all that...first things first, are you smiling?"

Smiling? Is she insane?! Why would he be smiling when he was practically forced aganst his will to be there?! "Eh, no???"

"Why not?" Gangle looked scarry to the bunny man, how he got himself in this position, he has yet to find out. Then all of a sudden a chair pops out along with robotic hands. They forced him to sit down, and had his limbs stretched out to the bone.

"Wait-Waitwaitwait, uhm... No one can see this right?! hehe" The arms brougjt him closer to the tv where his face was squished upon it, then they brought him back to his prior position, llimbs stretched out, sitting in a chair.

"It's time for your employee evaluation.~" And like that, Gangle was out of sight, out of mind.

"WAIT! NO GANGLE!! I SWEAR TO GOD, YOU LEAVE ME HERE-" He stopped mid sentence, realizing there was no point in trying to call out for something that wasn't even there. "Great..." Gangle put on her employee evaluation video expecting Jax to follow along. He wanted to slouch back because if he's watching something stupidly boring, he'll want to get comfortable first, but it was hard with those damn hands not letting go, he couldn't even move a muscle if he wanted to, that's just how tight they made him. "Now I gotta watch this stupid s***! Hey, bud, you think you can lay off a little? This'll be so annoying if I can't get comfortable, and right now, I can't even move. It's p****** me off." All of the sudden, he felt a poke to his side. This caused him to jump, and let out a small giggle. Oh no... was this Gangle's plan all along?! To get me here so she can leave her murder weapons to tickle me to death?! This is SO not good.

"On my m************ SOUL, you'll be so f****** sorry if u let this peice of s*** tickle me the whole time you're so called 'lesson' is STILL F****** GOING!!! AGH THIS PEICE OF S*** SENSORING BULL S***! CANE I'MMA F****** KILL YOU! TRUST AND BELIEVE- AHHHH!!" Jax screamed so loud, that if that box he was confined in wasn't super fucking sound proof, from here to Thailand, everyone would hear his god awful screams for help, but help has yet to arrive.

"Gahhahahaa!! Pehehehehice of s***, let. me. GOHHOOHOHOHOH!!!" They started squeezing his sides at a fast pace. Jax has always been super ticklish, I mean for the years he can remember. But yet the only person who knows that is Caine and Bubble. Hence, how he even remembers how ticklish he really is.

"D******* ihihihit, Gahahahangle, when I gehehet out of here!!!" They were lightly dragging their finger up and down said bunny man's torso. Which was a little ticklish that made him lightly jerk, but wasn't too extravangant to where he was full on laughing. "Ugh... stop!! C-Can you guys... like speak e-english? Or at least ANY languAGE! NO NOT THEHEHEREEEE" The spot they went to just had to be his second most ticklish spot, his toe beans. They're so sensitive, to the point he can't do anything if it involves someone or something touching his feet. "GahahahahHAHAHHAAhahaha!! THIHIHIS IS TOHOHORTURE OHOHO MY GOHOHOJOD!" Jax was really in a pickle. How is he gonna get out of this?! What felt like 30 minutes had passed, and Jax was still in that same hold with those same hands tickling the same spots. One of them started scratching in the divots of his ribs with there really dull finger tips, which to Jax, is the reason why it tickled so much.

All that was heard was the clanking noises of the robotic arms when Jax was trying to pull his arms down to defend the now attacked spot, before he literally passes out, but to no avail. The room went silent. The tv was still going in the background, he thought to himself that someone was bound to at least notice his disappearnace and comes checks up on him. Then he remembered no one likes him there, I mean... maybe expect for Kinger and Pomni??

But Gangle can't let him stay there forever, right?! He was getting to his limits, his ribs weren't even THAT ticklish, it was just the way the hands were moving in those hollow spots that really got him going. "F******* FINE!! PLEHEHEHEASE!! LEHEHEHT ME GOHOHO!! IHIHI'M SIHIHICK OF THIHIHIS S*****!!" The hands finally let go, giving him a chance to breathe and calm down. His rapid heart rate and the sound of Gangle's stupid annoying voice he oh so hates, was the only ones audible to the naked ears.

Then they started moving, but not to let him go, oh no. It wasn't that easy. They moved to his ears. His worst spot. They swiped up it once, and Jax almost broke Gangle's dumb machine. "OH F****** PLEASE DON'T TICKLE ME THERE PLEASE I BEG YOU!! JUST MAKE IT ST-...." It went silent once again, then Jax started laughing.

"IHIHIHI CAN'T...." Again.

"F************ BREATHE!!...." And again. Then it turned to hiccups, and snorts

"*SNORT* PLEHEHEHEHASE GAHAHAHN... *Hic* *snort* IHIHIHI HAHAHHAD EHEHEHEEH....*Silent* *long inhale* *snort* *HIC*...." And then it went silent again. The hands finally let up, and Jax could faintly make out Gangle's outro for her employee evaluation video. The hands and chairs extracted, making Jax fall on his ass. Then he just lied there for a good 5 minutes. Then he fumbled to stand up, and stumbled his way out the door that appeared after the hands and chairs were gone. He looked like a hot mess, he was sweaty, his fur was sticking to his forehead, he looked exhausted, and he was all red. How is he gonna make up excuses when it's practically written on his face?!

"Wow Jax! Didn't think you'd survive that!! So??? Did you learn anything today???" Gangle appraoched him in her same old giddy attitude from before.

"I f****** hate you." Jax groaned.

"Why?"

"because... you're stupid f****** MACHINES JUST T-" He stopped hismelf, he didn't want everyone around him knowing he was insanly ticklish, or ticklish at all. So he dropped hjs voice to a whsiper, "You're machines just f****** tickled me, jacka**"

"Wanna go back?" She turned serious, but still had that shit eating grin plastered on her mask.

"NO! F*** NO!! You can't pay me 100 GS to go back there." He was relishing back at that moment where he was tickled to near death, and he shivered.

"Hehe, I knew you were insanley ticklish. So I hoped I'd tickled you into consideration about being a better coworker!!"

"Wha-?! How?! Did yo-?! Ugh... Bubble?"

"Yep!"

"Caine?"

"Mhm"

"God, I'm gonna f****** kill them both!!"

"Heheh... yeah."

"Well, anyways. F*** you Gangle, f*** this work place, f*** this enviroment, I could give zero s**** about how you wanna run and invest in this dump, but that's all you. I'm clocking out, I had enough today, and I'm gonna rest in my f****** car, with my f****** radio blaring in the parking lot, waiting for that a**hat of a boss to let us go back home, so I can beat the ever loving s*** out of him and his alliby. Oh, and not a word about this to anyone, if you want me to be a little better, follow those rules, and trust me." Then he walked out.

Ragatha looked up, all droopy and drunk, "Where's he goingggg? Ifff he can leaveeee then I for sureee ca-" She fell back on the floor with a thud. Gangle looked down, gave her a soft smile, and went along with the rest of her day.

[eightball-chronicles]

Deadpool + Wolverine tk headcanons !!!

a/n : i love these 2 so much …. ever since findin out theyre both canonically ticklish in the comics ive been EXPLIDINF . this movie reawakened my obsession so lets goooo ^-^

words : (4649 under cut)

Deadpool

As a ler :

ohmygod . he is RUTHLESS

so mean yet so silly when he tickles

yk in the beginning of xmen origins wolverine ?? how he was usin his katanas to block all those bullets ???? hes so fast w his arms n he would be able to pin anyone in an INSTANT

like he could wrap his arms around you n trap you in a tickly bear hug so easily

SUCH a tease; both verbally n physically

he would slowly lower his hands on his victim while wriggling his fingers n when hes about to touch you he'll quickly shoot his hands back up n keep on doin that

n the baby talk OH LORD THE BABY TALK

this man will leave anyone redder than his suit

"awwww whos a tickwish wittle baby ?? you are !! yes you areeeee !!"

"coochiecoochiecoochiecoochiecoo"

"whats got you laughin so much huh ?? sounds like you got a tickle in your throat"

like SHUT UPPPPDKDJKFJHDJ

points out any noises made

if you snort or wheeze or squeal or anything similar he WILL tease you more

aware when you want him to stop but also aware that he doesnt wanna stop

"did you say stop ?? do you mean it ?? do you ?? huh , huh , huh ?? hmmmm alright alright i'll stop"

n if you actually LIKE being tickled ?? oh god hes never letting you live free of tickles ever again

will use every excuse possible to try n tickle you

you had a bad day ? tickles . youre being stubborn ? tickles .

you need to wake up, need to go to sleep, need to be convinced, need to relax, wade just gets bored,

everything . t i c k l e s

overall : be scared but not worried (if that makes sense)

As a lee :

ohh how the turns have tabled

talks so much shit beforehand but the SECOND he gets it hes all like "WAITWAITWAIT LETS TALK PLS"

absolute gigglefest . when you first strike a bad spot he does this squealwheeze combo

THE MOST TICKLISH THIGHS IN THE WORLD EVER

more sensitive to light touch there but squeezing still gets him CACKLIN

like if you just . lightly drag your fingertips or nails anywhere on his thighs …

oh hes dead . youve officially killed mr immortal .

ticklish palms too DONT ASK I JUST KNOW IT

again, light touch here n hes a puddle

if you try to tease him while ticklin hes gonna somehow turn it around ?????

if you try to fluster him or just point anything out he will get so SNIDEEEE

"yohohou have NO rihight to tahahalk peanuhuht, we AHALL know how bahahad it ihis for you whehehen i WAITWAITWAHAHAHAIT IM SOHORRY NO -"

lil shit deserves it lol (still love him)

Wolverine

As a ler :

isn't as evil as wade, but you dont wanna test him

like he wouldnt go as rough or tease as much but HE STILL WILL

wont do any anticipation tricks, hes just gonna do it

he will chase you, however, but only if you run

more on the playful side; accidently teases you by pointing out the obvious

"wow its real bad for ya here, huh bub ??"

"jesus kid stop kicking so much, oh wait … you cant, can ya ??"

hes always got this cheeky grin on his face too

super analyzes how much certain pressure n techniques works best on all your spots bc hes a BIG BULLY

if he wanted to, youd be dead in a minute ♡ (not really)

if you were being a brat then hes gonna use his facial hair

n GOD it tickles so bad

like if hes getting you from behind he might just decide to . nuzzle into your neck n its amazing HORRIBLE

in short : dont be annoying n youre good !

As a lee :

where do i even begin …

hes got such a precious smile its like how could you NOT tickle him to pieces

its pretty well known how he already has his wheezy snort laughs

catching him off guard will get the best wheezes

like if you sneak attack or switch to a bad spot suddenly

tbh hes gonna snort no matter what you do … its what n where you do it that might give you more muehehehe

pinch his sides ?? 1 snort every 20 seconds

scratch his ribs ?? 1 snort every 10 - 15

do anthing on his tummy / underarms ?? youre getting that 1 per 5 wolvie special !!!

1 SQUEEZE ON THE KNEE N ITS GAME OVER FOR HIM . if you rapid squeeze them it becomes a damn piggie pen

wade definitely abuses this

PLEASEEEE HEAR ME OUT ON HIS BACK

yall know in the first xmen when hes shirtless w his hand on the fence of a fighting ring n you can see his BACKKKK please give me a chance

light tickles there makes him MELT

youll get the sweetest giggles w an occasional wheeze

lightly scratching or tracing his shoulder blades will lead to slightly louder giggles

n rubbing your knuckles into his back dimples gets the absolute bestest snorts

TICKLISH COLLARBONES . THERE I SAID IT

im a sucker for lee wolverine idk if you can tell (its obvious)

oke doke thats it for now !! AAAAAAA im sorry these took so long TwT im just happy i got em done ehehe

sending love to everyone who reads these :D i hope you enjoyed - make sure yall stay healthy n happy ^-^ ♡

[cavefairy]

WAITWAITWAIT HOLD ON. THIS CUTE LITTLE THING THEY DO DURING THE SONG

THEY LEAN IN TOWARDS EACH OTHER THEYRE SO IN LOVE THEYRE HAVING A GOOD TIME DANCING AND SINGING TOGETHER LOOK AT THE CUTIES

[whyareyouhere66]

Ok im back in my JJ Maybank era 🧎🏻

Could you do a JJ Maybank x male reader with them being in an established relationship, and the pouges (+reader obvs) are having a bonfire party and reader maybe drinks a little more than the others. Everyone is talking and just mingling with each other when out of no where reader comes out with a microphone/mini karaoke machine (?) and starts singing 'That should be me' by Justin Bieber to JJ in front of everyone. Reader being too drunk to remember that they're literally already in a relationship and wants to 'win him over'. And probably ends up with JJ having to pick up reader and dragging him away to get him to stop 'declaring his love' in front of an audience lmao (All light hearted and fluffy ofc <3).

I would like to firstly apologize for such a long wait 😭 this request was sent in before I closed my requests, making it basically one of if not the last one I accepted so felt the need to make it good for you. It’s been in the process of being made for months now, so. It is very much possible you are no longer in said JJ Maybank era but nonetheless I hope you enjoy this Anon despite it not being perfect, and anyone else who is reading. Thank you for the request and anyone reading, enjoy. (It was actually kinda fun to write this when I got into it again)

JJ Maybank x Male! Reader

“Love You Like a (drunk) Love Song”

cw: alcohol, one mention of weed. Possibly a little ooc? I haven’t watched the show in a while. Loosely edited. Silly. Mid ending. Kinda long.

x

The world is spinning.

Just a little bit, though.

Or maybe more.

Hold on.

Bumps and valleys from peoples footprints indent the sand, grains of tiny rocks flying behind their dancing shoes. 

In the middle of the drunk crowds, teenagers stumbling about with bottles in their hands, is you, with your own bottle tucked between curled fingers. Number 3 maybe? You’re not sure anymore.

Through blurry vision, you stumble around with a lopsided grin, drunken laughs falling from it at every bump and nudge. Music pumps through the Boneyard, ringing in your ears from some indie-pop song you don’t know the name of. 

People begin to blur together, just bodies you push through as you and Pope jog through the crowd, whooping with each beat. It’s one of the few moments when Pope’s awkward smile has faded and all that’s left is a stumbling, giggling mess. And of course, sand. Lots of sand. 

Tiny rocks prod at your heels, filling the bottom of your shoes as you run. Your eyes dart to them- the roughed up converse that could probably fall apart at any given moment. Without thinking, you reach for your shoes.

“Wait-waitwaitwait-“ 

Pope doesnt slow down until your hand is clapped over his shoulder, eyes snapping from the Touron next to him, as suddenly he’s supporting all your weight on one arm.

“What- what are you doing?”

You don’t answer immediately, coming to a stop just outside the crowd of dancers. 

“Sand.”

Pope watches you with a dazed stare, the somewhat distant light from the bonfire all there is to light up his face, casting shadows across his nose and jawline. 

“Deal with it.” He says it like it’s obvious, though doesn’t try to move as you wriggle around to get your shoe off your foot- much harder than it should be. You click your tongue and grunt.

“Gotta sit-“

Like two mangled cats- you and Pope fall to the ground, bracing yourselves on your arms and elbows. Landing right on your ass- you begin to struggle with your shoe once more. Pope groans, brushing sand from his arm and his lap. A mumble falls from his lips, muttering curses at you for bringing him to the ground with you. However, you pay him no mind, tugging the sneaker off your foot, sand draining out through the hole as you flip it upside down. 

The distant reflection of the fire is all you have as you play with the ties of your shoes, shining faintly across the two wobbly figures you and Pope have become. He begins scooping handfuls of sand into his palm, letting it slip through his fingers as he waits for you to finish. For a second, he brings his hand towards your shoe- sand threatening to slip into the sole of your just emptied sneakers. You slap his arm away before he can succeed. 

“That fire is so hot.” Pope complains out of nowhere, wiping his forehead for some imaginary sweat. You twist your head to look at it, palm weakly slapping the bottom of your shoe. 

“Dude, it’s like….” You squint, unsure, “100 feet away. You’re just drunk.”

He rolls his eyes.

“Alcohol doesn’t make you hot.”

At that, you scoff, though it comes through your nose like a snort. “Speak for yourself.”

Pope’s head slowly turns to you, eyes narrowed and mouth popped open like a fish. He looks like he’s trying to jam the logic of that sentence into his brain, but failing. 

“I have no idea what to say to that.” He concludes. 

In all fairness, you only sort of know what you meant by it in the first place. 

The topic quickly loses relevance as you finish dumping your shoes, tugging them back onto your feet and jumping up. He stumbles to join you, and soon enough, you’re at it again. 

Walking through the sand, there’s less people to weave around now that you’re out of the crowd that’s formed around the speakers. Some Kook has jumped on to a log, taking over the mic from the cheap karaoke machine and is currently belting the words to Katy Perry’s “Last Friday Night”- except her version has a drunken slur thrown in with the melody. The sound is…amusing at most, but no one cares enough to complain, watching and some even dancing around her log. 

You and Pope stagger right past it, your arm now slung around his shoulder. 

You both stumble and laugh until you catch a familiar face in the crowd- JJ. 

You grin.

JJ.

The blonde sits on the edge of another log, sitting with a few others around the ring of the bonfire. John B and Kiara are on the log next to him, while other Pogues and the occasional Touron fill in the remaining space. Some redhead leans into Kiara’s shoulder, choking on her own laugh while being completely oblivious to the side eye Kiara gives her in return. Two Pogues pass a blunt back and forth over John B’s shoulder, grinning wickedly when he comments on it.

In Pope’s eyes, he sees the group, and without thinking points his next few steps in that direction. Not you, though. 

Your eyes become still, tuning everyone else out, not even seeing the giggling redhead, or John B’s easy smile. All you see, is JJ.

The crackling fire casts an orange shadow over his features, creating a shadow on his cheekbone, next to his nose. It contrasts perfectly with the blue of his eyes, the usual mischievous glint behind them showing through with his laugh as he makes yet another stupid joke. 

He’s so pretty. 

Dilated eyes follow his every move, the twitch of his smile- and you’re completely oblivious as Pope leaves you behind, moving up towards the group without another thought.

“What’s up, guys.” Pope reaches his hand out for a greeting as he makes it to the group sitting around the fire- JJ’s hand meeting his as their palms “clap” in unison. 

“There he is!” JJ loudly greets, watching the boy make his way to a seat on the log. The others say their own hello’s, as Pope easily molds into the atmosphere of the smaller group. And still, he hasn’t noticed that the your drunk (far more drunk than him, at least) self is still standing in the sand with parted lips and heart eyes. 

Your eyes flicker across his figure again, wishing through alcohol-tainted thoughts that you could capture the sight with a picture. From his nose, to his lips, to the muscles in his shoulders to the wave of his hair falling across his forehead. Your vision is starting to blur around the edges when you stare too long, but you can’t look away just yet. 

‘Is he single?’

Suddenly, you can’t remember anymore. 

Your eyes trace over every feature you can catch with the orange light, hand twitching with an empty warmth. You wonder what it would be like to hold his hand. 

JJ is oblivious to your stare, downing half his cup between conversations as Pope and John B joke about something next to him. In your mind, despite the influences making your thoughts sway back and forth- you come to a conclusion.

‘I should flirt with him…’

A simple task, just a small goal. Anything to make the pretty boy look your way.

However instead of walking up to him like a normal person, you turn around- stumbling to the crowd behind you with nothing but the makes for a headache and a plan. 

Pope, back at the bonfire, whispers into JJ’s ear, “Your boyfriend is drunk as hell, by the way.” 

The blonde seems completely unfazed, shrugging his shoulders and stretching out like a cat, cup teetering in his hand slightly.

“No surprise there,” he responds nonchalantly.

“He gets it from you.”

John B’s words are met with nothing but an eye roll from JJ, and a small grin from Kiara.

“Speaking of- where is he?” Kiara asks, brushing some hair out of her face as she’s finally released from the redhead’s grasp, as the random girl turns to talk to some pogues next to her. This catches everyone else’s attention, Pope speaking up first.

“Oh uh- he was just over-“ he goes to point to where you had stood a minute ago- only to pause when he sees the spot empty. His eyebrows furrow, “…there.” 

The other three turn their heads to follow the point of Pope’s finger, looking around for your missing figure. 

“Uh oh.” John B deadpans, and in seconds JJ is on his feet.

“Where’d he go?” His blue eyes scan the crowd, now searching for you in the mass of sweaty teenagers. 

“He was just there a second ago.”

Kiara stands up, doing the same as JJ. There’s too many bodies huddled in one spot to pick you out easily, everyone still gathered around the speakers, red solo cups littered about. It’s like “Where’s Waldo”, except not really. Her brown eyes shift from group to group, skimming over everyone, when she catches a glimpse of your figure.

“Guys, he’s right there.” she deadpans, now watching you as you seem to be making your way to the center of the crowd.

Her eyebrows furrow, and the others follow her gaze.

“Ok, and…what is he doing?”

No answer can be found, as all 4 now watch as you squeeze through the rowdy teens around you. 

Your mind is caught in a rush. Everything in your surroundings seems to blur, the music turning into a thrumming against your ears as you shove your way to the front. You know what you’re gonna do, impulsive plans fueling every step. All you want is to impress that hot blonde painting back at the campfire, make sure you’re the only one he’s looking at.

You know JJ, you know how he’s quite a magnet for the wandering eye. In your drunken state, you find yourself desperate to be his only focus. 

You make a quick stop at the computer connected to the speaker, changing the song cue, before continuing on your way. Some girl, who you vaguely remember from your science class, is currently barely getting out the words to “Call Me Maybe” through fits of giggles, karaoke microphone seconds from slipping out of her hand. Without a moment of hesitance, you stumble right up to the make-shift stage and reach for the microphone. 

“That’s real nice, Katy,” you murmur, putting your hand on her shoulder as she looks at you slightly confused, her poor rhythm suddenly interrupted, “‘s my turn now.”

She quirks an eyebrow at you, but makes no argument as you nudge her off the stage, stumbling back to her friends who only laugh. The sleek surface of the microphone is slippery on your sweaty palms, but you hold it firmly, spinning around and puffing your chest. 

The log isn’t exactly a perfect stage, but it’s just big enough so you can see through the crowd from a higher angle- and across the way, you catch the gazes of your friends, a variety of expressions on each of their faces. 

Pope has his eyebrows furrowed down in that classic Pope stare, his thoughts loud. “What the fuck”, would be your guess. Kiara seems to have the same thoughts running through her head, but her eyes hold more amusement. John B and JJ both sit here with open mouths. 

You don’t really process any of the confusion in their gazes, though, because the second you meet eyes with the blonde boy, your heart is racing. The beat, begins to play, and you bring the microphone to your lips.

“What the fuck is he doing?” John B asks, but again, no one has an answer. 

“This can’t be real.”

“Oh my god.”

The familiar tune of Justin Bieber starts to flow from the speakers, and Pope slaps a hand over his mouth. This is too good. 

“Everybody’s laughin’ in my mind…”

“We gotta get him off that stage-“ John B starts to stand up, only for a hand to get in his way. It’s JJ’s. 

“Nah bro” he doesn’t dare look away from you, “one more minute.”

A few cheers and shouts come from the front row, the crowd pretty divided between “invested” and “pays no mind”. You continue to sing, your voice wobbly at first, before you start to really get into it. 

“Did you forget all the plans that you made with me? Cause baby I didn’t-“ 

JJ cracks a small grin, looking back at the others as if in confirmation, before turning back, still completely lost as to what you are doing. 

“Cause that should be ME-“

Oh!

“Holding your hand!”

Kiara bursts out laughing. 

“That should be me, making you laugh! That should be me, this is so sad-“

“That’s one way to say it.” John B smirks, earning a prompt nudge from JJ.

You’re shamelessly making eye contact with him, losing your balance on the log as you make up for every crack in your voice with devoted theatrics. He might not make it through this. 

“Y’think we should go get him?” Pope asks, hiding his grin with his fingers. You start to finish up the chorus, completely invested.

The rowdy crowd has become blurry faces, a swarm of bodies dancing around you while you stumble on the log. Halfway through the second verse and it becomes clear you don’t really know most of the words to this song, glancing over to the computer and trying to read the poorly-animated lyrics off the 8 year old YouTube video you found. But finally, the chorus comes back around, and you’re coming in strong again. 

“That should be me, holdin’ your hand-“ you stare into his eyes and thrust your finger into his direction, turning heads.

“Ok we gotta get him off that log.”

“Yep, that’s enough.”

JJ stands up and quickly makes his way to where you stand- or perform, rather. Shoving through the various bodies, he pushes his way to the front, and the whole time you follow his figure with your eyes.

“This is so wrong, I can’t go on-“ you point at him, wobbling on the log, “-till you believe that that should be me, that should be m-“

“Y/n,” JJ stands in front of the log, gesturing for you to join him. You don’t, instead moving your finger to continue to wag it in front of his face. He sighs, looking at the ground to hide his smile. When he looks back up, you’ve launched into a high note that definitely is not in the original recording. 

“-meeeeEeEEEee-“ 

“Oh god,” he mumbles to himself, not entirely sure what to do. You’ve never been this wasted before- and even more, he’s not used to being the designated caretaker friend. The roles are completely switched, yet he’s not even sober! He does the first thing that comes to mind- reaching for you and tugging you into his arms. You fall with a small gasp, dropping the microphone into the sand, slight feedback echoing through the shitty speaker as he literally drags you away from the crowd. 

“What’re you doing-?” you demand, though blushing slightly at how close you now are to his chest. There’s a few snickers and curious remarks within the group behind you, not that you really pay attention. And they quickly go back to their own business anyways, leaving you to be dragged away to the side of the party.

JJ is supporting your body with his, as if you’re injured instead of just wasted, but with your uneven steps and his own tipsiness you both end up just stumbling off. Your arm slung around his shoulder and his hand keeping you close to his side. He’s even prettier up close. 

“Man, how drunk are you, babe?” He asks as you come to a stop, moving to stand in front of you, your hands now on his shoulders. 

This scrambles your mind a little bit. “Man” and “babe” used in the same sentence? Wild. 

“‘M not that drunk.” You retort, eyes peeking up to take in his features once more. You don’t even think about how obvious you’re being- dazed eyes raking over his face, morphing into an expression with so much awe you’d think his face was made up of the stars above. 

He notices the look, just as your eyes not-so-subtly flicker from his eyes to his lips. It makes him flush slightly. 

“Mhm- and that talent show, huh?” There’s a hint of amusement in his tone this time, you can tell, “what about that?”

“Why, did you think it was hot?”

JJ’s grin starts to grow, the cogs in his brain turning. Was this really all for him?

“…were you trying to impress me, baby?”

That one sends a small rush of butterflies through the pit of your stomach- not really mixing well with the alcohol. 

You feel as a grin starts to spread on your lips, cheeks hot. 

He called you baby. 

“Maybe. Are you single?”

It’s really ‘no think, just do’ at this point, your thoughts becoming words in a matter of seconds. This visibly catches JJ off guard- that was not where he thought that was going. He pauses, and if you were to look hard enough you could see the throbber of a loading screen on his forehead. 

“What?”

You’re starting to lean into him a little bit, subconsciously. 

“Do you have a boyfriend.” You restate the question, and it all starts to click in his head. The singing, the pointing. 

‘My boyfriend just drunkenly sang Justin Bieber to me as a way of flirting.’

A giant smirk takes over his lips. 

“Wait wait wait,” he starts, looking down for a second, “let me get this straight- you went up there and sang that whole song as a way of…as a way of flirting?” He looks back up at you, finding this whole thing quite humorous. 

“Maybe,” you say again, “did it work?”

JJ cant stop the chuckle that escapes his lips, the laugh rumbling in his throat. You furrow your eyebrows, “what’s so funny-“

He shakes his head, “nothing, nothing, don’t worry about it.” He looks you up and down, a glimmer in his eyes that you notice but can’t name in this moment. But it doesn’t answer your question. 

“JayJayyyyy-“ you groan, and it just makes his smile grow. It becomes clear he’s just gonna play into this. He places his hands on your hip, leaning into you, so now you’re both close enough to smell the alcohol lingering on both of your tongues. He chuckles again, swaying slightly.

“Do I got news for you.” Is all he says, and it’s clear he’s gonna have a field day with this one. 

[billskeis]

HEASIAIZIA HAI

CAN YOU MAKE LIKE BILL BEING A POLICE OFFICER AND THE READER DOING SOME STUFF THAT COULD GET HER IN JAIL BUT LIKE ok LISTEN she does the "everybody knows that im a good girl officer" thing (song by Lana del rey playing dangerous) and he lets her go but like the next day they meet again and go on a date and HOOKUP but he punishes her for doing that stuff (perhaps if it could be spraying on like stores if you get me) like punishes her not letting her release TYING HER WITH THE HANDCUFFS UGHHHHahhshshsHAJDSJS

ᡣ𐭩 police officer bill

police lights flash behind as you attempt to catch your breath in an alleyway. on the run, you’re currently hiding from the police as they’ve caught onto you and a couple of fiends vandalizing public buildings with vulgar graffitis.

as you hide your body behind a garbage chute, you kneel down to make yourself less known to the open world.

shouts boom across the street seeming as though a few of the cops have already caught onto your other friends.

bless the heavens that you weren’t caught.. yet.

“haah.. phew..! i think, i think i made it out alive!” speaking to yourself as somebody else was there.

“i don’t exactly think so, schatz.”

“oh sh—”

in your feeble escape, you try to make a run for it until a pair of arms latch onto your shoulders and push your body up against theirs.

“fuck! ow..”

“you really thought that you could get away..?”

you turn to look at the body that’s pressed up against yours. he was tall, and really pretty, actually you wondered why he didn’t just work as a model instead of being a police officer.

black locs adorned his face, with an eyebrow piercing accompanying his right, are they allowed to wear those on duty?

whatever, it makes him look hot.

“well.. i’ve been such a good girl officer.”

“my ass, you’ve been vandalizing the streets and these buildings for weeks and you know it.”

“it adds a little.. character! what can i say, this city could use a little colour to it.”

“as much as i love art, princess, what you’re doing is ILLEGAL.”

“no, what’s illegal is how hard you have this gun pressed into my backside, it hurts.”

“..?”

“um hello?? officer—”

you turn to find his name tag attached to the right side of his uniform. bill. officer bill.

“officer bill, can you at least move your gun to—i don’t know—the side more??”

“oh my sweet little thing.. that isn’t a gun.”

…

“oh.”

your eyes meet his, dark brown irises highlighted in the sunny light, his lips curled into a downward smile although his voice stern. it seems as though this police officer enjoys having you up against him.

you feel a rush of heat go to your cheeks, so you turn your body around. embarrassed, why? fuck if you’d know..

well maybe it’s the fact that the officer that currently has you captive in the back of an alleyway is not only super fucking gorgeous but he’s PACKING.

“i.. i—”

“i’m going to let you go.”

he releases his grip on you and you turn your full body to meet him once more, truly relishing in how tall and slim fit his figure is built. you have to look up at him to make eye contact.

“although under one condition,”

“and that is?”

“you go on a date with me,”

“fuck no. i’d rather be caught dead than go on a date with a police officer.”

truth be told, you did wanna go on this date, but your stubborn nature wouldn’t allow you to say yes so easily. you really wanted to test the waters and see how persistent bill was in getting that date.

“fine then, i am obligated to then turn you in.”

“waitwaitwait nevermind i’ll go on that date with you.”

fuck yourself for being this easy..

this little shit, how dare he pull the authority card on you after you had done something illegal and he do his job?? his face once emotionless now held a smirk on his lips before he slipped you a small paper.

“good girl. now stay here for a little longer, i’ll let the others know i couldn’t find you.“

“..kay, but i’m expecting a lot from you just so y’know..”

you wave him off goodbye as you see his figure disappear from away the alleyway. hearing voices chatter, you can only assume he came up with an excuse to let you off the hook in exchange for a date with you.

“oh trust me princess, i will exceed those expectations.”

“i—um..”

“use your words f’me princess,”

“how is this a date!?”

you’re currently on his bed, the tight little number that you wore is currently riding up your thighs as you clench them together.

prior to this, bill took you out to a restaurant that was AMAZING, and insisted that you go back to his house to drink a bit more.

to your naivety, bill had other intentions underlying his silver tongue words.

with your cunt hovering right above the tip of his dick, you cannot find the words to speak. how is this even possible?? how dumb could you be to sleep with a cop?? stupid stupid y/n.

with each hand on the side of your waist, the soft pads of bill’s fingertips graze over your skin sending a shiver up your spine.

“you’re leaking onto me schatzi, sure you don’t want this?”

“shut up..”

with a harsh slam, bill pulls your hips flush to his, bottoming out. you let out a surprised squeak as your walls molds to his shape.

now you’ve had sex before but not with someone this big, the stretch is something you gotta get used to.

if you were to fuck him again.

“you better watch your mouth, maus.”

“f-fuck.. a little warning would be nice, no?”

“hm, nah..”

bill uses his hands to grasp each side of your ass before lifting you up to slide you up and down his length, the stretch burning a bit but it quickly subsides as he makes you ride him.

electricity sparks from within your body and you feel your stomach starting to clench. every time he brings your butt down to touch his thigh your clit rubs his abdomen momentarily.

with your orgasm coming close, you don’t even care about the noises that fall out of your mouth. you sound like a total slut. not that bill even cares.

“i-i’m close..”

he stops.

“bill..!”

“i don’t think you deserve to come yet.”

you grind your hips in circles in an attempts to release but he brings a hand to spank your ass.

“o-ow..”

“gimme a reason to let you release, hm? you been acting up for weeks, plus the multiple warnings the force has given you just hasn’t stopped you from committing crimes has it..?”

you bite your lip in a remains of silence. no way in hell were you going to beg bill to let you come.

he wraps his arms around your waist to bring your torso closer to his, now bringing his mouth to your bare chest to lick a stripe up from in between your breasts.

a moan in approval slips out of bill’s mouth as he then brings his tongue to lick around your right nipple swirling his tongue around it.

he bites on the bud eliciting a wince out of you. your hips still on his, an achy feeling still felt in your cunt as you yearn for more.

“so? what’s it gonna be maus?”

“please..”

“please what?”

“let me come.. bill,”

“okay, but i have another condition for you.”

you cock your head to the side in confusion, wondering what he’s up to now. that is until he releases an arm off you to reach for something on the bedside table.

oh fuck no.

“you kinky shit, handcuffs?”

“it’s apart of my get-up what can i say?”

“n-no.. i’m not wearing those.”

“well then i guess you can’t cum! i can sit and wait here all night baby.”

tears begin to well from your eyes, all you want is the sweet bliss of release and the man who wanted a date with you in the first place clearly isn’t give it to you unless you put your pride aside.

well, fuck it.

you present your wrists pressed together in front of bill, looking around the room in shame. a smirk falling down on his face as he clicks the metal gadget around your limbs now connected with one another.

“good girl.”

again with no warning, bill pistons his hips up into you at a harsh and fast pace. without falter, he keeps his rhythm to which you cannot catch up to.

choking on your words, all you can do is hold onto him for stability, the pressure brought to your g spot by his tip feels amazing.

“b-bill..”

“gonna be good f’me?”

“yes..!”

your legs begin to shake and quiver as your orgasm washes down on you but bill is nowhere near done with you, never stopping his hips.

“shit, looking at how you’re sucking me in..”

“gonna cause more trouble for me and my friends?”

you’re panting so hard and your brain and legs have become so mushy only small whimpers and whines fall out of your mouth. bill clearly isn’t satisfied with your behaviour, biting into your shoulders.

“answer me.”

“ung! n-no! ‘m sorry. hic ‘m so sorry billy i won’t c-cause you anymore trouble just—hic—please slow down..!”

your cunt all sensitive and sloppy, only squelching noises can be heard in bill’s bedroom as be fucks his dick into you. body so sensitive and overstimulated you let him do you as he pleases.

he leaves sloppy kisses all over your neck and chest calling you dirty names but you can’t help but clench around him even more, milking his cock as if its asking for his seed.

your words fall onto deaf ears, clearly, as all bill does is go even faster at an inhumane pace you didn’t even know was possible.

“a-ah.. i can’t.. ‘m done, bill.. no more..”

“almost done baby, okay? just be a good girl for me and let me do the work..”

“a-ah nooo..”

it hurts. the pressure hurts. but its hurts so good.. with a final thrust, bill finally comes, releasing into your walls with his dick all nice and pressed up into your cervix.

“s-shit, coming..”

his moans are low and nasally. mouth agape and hands still on your hips with a grip so tight his nails dig into your skin leaving a trail of red marks.

your tummy feels warm and full, and bill’s thrusts in riding out his orgasm becomes all sloppy and sticky with how wet your cunt was.

you’re a hot mess, hair falling everywhere and body all sweaty. mouth lolled out as your head rest atop bill’s shoulder drool falling out.

he taps your shoulder and you raise your head to look at him, unable to open your eyes with how bill fucked the energy out of you.

“you okay maus?”

“mhm..” you nod at him as he places a sweet and gentle kiss onto your lips. all you can do is blush and smile, taking in how pretty bill is for a cop.

he shifts while still inside you, grabbing a key to unlock the handcuffs that left little marks of bruising on your wrist.

you rub your hands to smooth over the irritation. bill taking note of this swiftly grabs them and places a kiss on top of the marks. your cheeks burn red as he burn a gaze into your eyes, not looking away.

“did so damn good schatz, hope i fucked all that crime committing business outta ya.”

a/n : i hate this. i’m so sorry anon i feel like i disappointed you 😔😔😔

[advisorykitty]

Bark and Biteⁿʸᵉⁿ ˣ ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

The living room was filled with an odd mix of tension and nostalgia as you padded into it, dressed in your usual outfit

—a soft, oversized sweater resembling a dog costume.

Your tail wagged with excitement (not literally, but it sure felt that way) as you spotted Nyen lounging on the couch, remote in hand, the infamous "NEVADA" shirt draped over his torso.

You had to admit, Nyen's aura was, well, intense. But that never really fazed you. Not much did, to be honest. After all, you were Luther’s adopted golden retriever in spirit—full of boundless energy, loyalty, and an annoyingly persistent need for affection and attention.(if this is to oc for you just pretend in your head @_@)

Nyon was also there, sitting cross-legged on the floor, clutching a fantasy novel as usual. His hat bobbed slightly as he read, his eyes focused on the pages, though his ears twitched now and then, signaling he was aware of your presence. Nyon wasn’t one for talking much, especially with his limited English, but you had an unspoken understanding with him.

But today? Today was all about Nyen.

“Nyeeenn!” you barked enthusiastically, bounding over to the couch and flopping down right beside him. You stretched out like a lazy dog, your legs flailing dramatically in the air as you grinned up at him. “Let’s hang out! It’s been ages!”

Nyen didn’t even glance your way. Instead, his eyes were glued to the television as he switched between channels. "No," he said bluntly, as though you’d just asked him to do the most annoying thing in the world.

You blinked, trying not to be deterred by his coldness. “Aw, c’mon! We can watch Judge Judy! I know you love her! Or, or—” You wagged an imaginary tail, hoping to charm him into hanging out with you. “We could just talk! You know, have some quality time, huh?”

Nyen’s face finally twitched, and he slowly turned to look at you, his brows furrowing. “Why are you like this?”

Your response was immediate. “Like what?”

He gestured vaguely at you, from your head to your feet, clearly referring to your overly cheery personality that contrasted his general "I’m-too-good-for-this" vibe. “Like that.”

You tilted your head, blinking innocently. “Like happy?”

“Yes. That. Happy. Stop it.”

Nyon, still sitting quietly on the floor, chuckled to himself, though he tried to hide it. His broken English finally made an appearance. “Happy...is good,” he said softly, his accent thick. “Y/N...too happy.”

You grinned at Nyon, offering him a playful wink. “Thanks, Nyon! I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Nyen, however, groaned. “Don’t encourage them,” he muttered, rubbing his temple as if your presence was giving him a headache.

You were undeterred, bouncing up from your seat. "I knew you secretly liked me! It’s okay, Nyen. You don’t have to be shy! We can bond now! Let’s have a pillow fight, or—"

“I’m not shy,” Nyen interrupted, his eyes narrowing. “I’m irritated. There's a difference.”

You plopped down on the couch beside him again, leaning in a little too close, as if invading his personal space was something you'd been born to do. “Aw, you don’t mean that. We’re buddies! Master Luther said so! Remember?”

Nyen shot you a glare, sitting up straighter, his muscles tensing slightly. “Master Luther says a lot of things.”

“Like adopting a dog-person into the house?” you teased, wagging your imaginary tail again.

Nyen just grunted, not bothering to dignify that with a response. He looked ready to bolt from the room, but you weren’t going to let him off the hook that easily. You leaned even closer, your head now practically on his shoulder, your eyes wide and full of mischief.

“C’moooon,” you sang softly. “Just one hangout session. We could—"

Nyen stood up abruptly, making you almost fall face-first into the couch cushions. “Nope. No. Not happening. I’m out.”

As he began to walk away, you leaped up with surprising speed, blocking his path with your arms spread wide, a goofy grin plastered across your face. “Wait! Waitwaitwait! Please? I’ll be good! I promise! I just wanna hang out!”

Nyen looked down at you, completely exasperated. “You’re worse than Nyon when he talks about Fyodor Dostoevsky."

Nyon looked up from his book at the mention of his favorite author. “Dostoevsky...good,” he stated simply.

You took the opportunity to keep pestering Nyen. “See! Even Nyon’s on my side! We can have some quality time together as a team!”

“Dostoevsky...alone,” Nyon corrected, then went back to reading, his voice barely audible. “No team.”

You grinned at Nyen again, determined. “C’mon, you don’t have anywhere better to be! What’s a few minutes hanging out with me?”

Nyen narrowed his eyes. “Anything would be better than this.”

You clasped your hands dramatically in front of your chest. “I thought we were friends! You wound me, Nyen!”

“We’re not friends,” Nyen deadpanned. “We live in the same house. There’s a difference.”

You pretended to think about that, your tail-wagging energy undeterred. “So, like… we’re roommates, then?”

Nyen groaned loudly, running a hand through his hair. “I’m leaving.”

He turned again, but before he could take more than a step, a familiar voice floated into the room.

"Ah, my dear pets are getting along, how sweet ♡"

You couldn’t help but laugh, clapping Nyen on the back as he flinched at the contact. “See? We’re all one big happy family. You can’t escape us now.”

Luther hummed as he sauntered off to the kitchen, leaving the two of you in the living room once again. You turned to Nyen, who looked like he was two seconds away from losing his mind.

“So, about that hangout ses—”

“No.” He turned, this time with genuine urgency, moving past you as he tried to escape the situation.

You gave a cheeky grin and chased after him once again, your imaginary tail wagging faster than ever.

"What are you too scared??"

You had no idea what you’d just done.

After another attempt at breaking through Nyen's icy exterior in the living room, you found yourself beaming proudly as Nyen’s gaze locked onto you. It was the first time you’d seen him react with anything more than a grunt or a glare, and that had to be progress, right?

Your tail (metaphorically speaking) wagged as you stood there, a big grin on your face.

“I knew you’d come around, Nyen! I mean, sure, you’re grumpy, but it’s obvious we’re meant to be pals!”

Nyen, his body stiff, was glaring daggers at you. But to you, the intensity in his eyes?

That just screamed competitive!. Finally, a game of chase! Your golden retriever-like instincts kicked in as you took a playful step back, grinning.

“You’re faster than you look,” you teased, assuming his rigid posture was because he was getting ready to lunge at you. “Bet you can’t catch me though!”

You darted across the living room with a burst of energy, sprinting as fast as you could, laughing all the while.

Behind you, Nyen stood there for a brief second, disbelief washing over his face, before his expression shifted. His pupils dilated as frustration and rage bubbled to the surface, his ears pinned back against his head. He didn't hesitate—he took off after you, fast, silent, and deadly.

But to you? This was just part of the game.

You rounded the corner, your feet slipping slightly on the polished floor as you laughed, adrenaline pumping through your veins. “You’re really good at this! I didn’t know you were that fast!” you called back, not bothering to look behind you. If you had, you might’ve noticed Nyen’s less-than-playful expression.

Nyon, lounging on the couch, had been quietly observing the entire scene. His eyebrows raised as he watched Nyen chase after you with murder in his eyes.

“Run faster, dog person,” Nyon muttered to himself in broken English, almost sympathetically.

But you had no clue. You just kept laughing, enjoying this sudden burst of activity.

“You can catch me if you try a little harder, Nyen!” you yelled, rounding another corner into the kitchen, absolutely certain he was getting into the spirit of things.

Meanwhile, Nyen’s footsteps grew louder and heavier, his growl getting deeper. “You’re dead,” he hissed under his breath, but you were already dashing toward the next room.

You thought you were being slick, weaving through the furniture and using the house to your advantage. Little did you know, Nyen wasn’t in the mood for games.

Your heart pounded in your chest, but it wasn’t from fear—no, you were enjoying this. You leapt over the coffee table in the den, nearly slipping, but managing to keep your balance.

“Catch me if you can!” you shouted, still thinking this was the world’s best round of tag.

Nyen, however, was in full predator mode. His claws scraped the floor as he tore through the house after you. The only reason you were still ahead was because you had been running before he’d fully processed just how angry he was. You were still laughing as you barreled through the hallway, when—

THUMP. His hand slammed against the wall beside your head, finally cornering you in the hallway. Your laughter faltered for just a second as you turned to look at him, only to find his face mere inches from yours, his breath coming in ragged bursts, eyes glowing with pure rage.

Your brain, bless its obliviousness, misread the situation again.

“Ohhh, I get it!” you said, completely misinterpreting his death glare. “This is the part where you pretend to be the bad guy, right? Classic!” You leaned in conspiratorially. “You’re really good at this acting thing, Nyen!”

Nyen, breathing hard, could only stare at you, his fury reaching new levels. How were you so clueless? Didn’t you realize he was two seconds away from losing it? His tail lashed violently behind him, his hands clenching into fists.

Your mind, still in full golden retriever mode, wasn’t catching any of this. You took a step back, grinning. “Okay, okay, I’ll give you a head start this time. How ‘bout that?”

Nyen’s eye twitched. “Head start...?”

“Yeah, so you can pretend to be even scarier! I’ll pretend to be scared too, make it super dramatic, y’know?”

Nyen blinked, disbelief washing over his features. He was so mad he couldn’t even form words at this point. You were completely and utterly hopeless.

Before he could respond, you bolted again, leaving him standing there, dumbfounded. “Come on, Nyen! You’re slowing down!” you shouted over your shoulder, fully expecting him to resume the chase.

Nyen’s hands clenched at his sides, his teeth grinding. “Oh, I’ll catch you,” he muttered darkly, launching himself after you with renewed determination.

You were halfway through the living room when you heard it—the unmistakable sound of claws scraping across the floor, much closer than before. Nyen was gaining on you. Fast.

You laughed, thinking this was all part of the fun, your heart racing. “Woah! You’re getting good at this, Nyen!”

But you should have known better.

Just as you were about to make another turn into the hallway, Nyen caught up. His hand shot out and grabbed the back of your shirt, yanking you to a stop. You stumbled, nearly losing your balance, but managed to twist around to face him.

He loomed over you, his grip tight on your shirt, his face a mask of barely-contained rage. His tail lashed wildly behind him, and his eyes were practically glowing.

You blinked up at him, completely oblivious to the danger. “Oh, wow! You actually caught me! Nice job, Nyen! See? We’re totally bonding now!”

Nyen’s eye twitched again. He opened his mouth to say something—probably something mean, judging by the look on his face—but before he could get the words out, the door to the living room creaked open.

Luther stepped inside, a bright, almost serene smile on his face. “Ah, you are now playing” he said with a soft chuckle. “How adorable ♡”

You beamed up at Luther, completely missing the way Nyen’s grip on your shirt tightened. “See? I told you Nyen and I would get to play! We’re totally bonding now!”

Nyen, on the other hand, was not amused. He dropped his hold on your shirt and stepped back, giving you a look that clearly said, This isn’t over.

You, of course, didn’t notice. You just smiled at Luther, thrilled that things were going so well.

Luther nodded, his smile never faltering. “Indeed. Carry on, you two.”

And with that, he left the room, leaving you alone with Nyen once again. You turned to him, still grinning.

“So, round two?”

---------- -- ------- --------------- ----------- -------‐------ ------- ------------

Nyen’s growl was the only answer you got before he lunged at you again, and you took off running, still completely clueless as to what was really going on.

As Nyen lunged for you once again, his claws narrowly missing the back of your shirt, you bolted down the hallway with renewed energy. To you, this whole chase was nothing but a fun game you were definitely. The faster Nyen ran, the more you laughed, thinking it was all part of the fun.

“Come on, Nyen!” you called back, your heart pounding in excitement, not fear. “I know you can catch me again! Just like before!”

But Nyen wasn’t playing. His growls echoed behind you, louder, more frustrated. His footsteps pounded against the floor as he chased after you, a primal rage driving him forward, while you zipped through the house like an overexcited puppy.

Before you could even process where you were running to, your foot caught on the edge of the hallway rug, and you stumbled straight into Nyon, who had just wandered in from the kitchen. He hadn’t even noticed the commotion—until you crashed directly into him, knocking him sideways.

“Uff,” Nyon muttered, his wide eyes staring at you in shock.

“Oh! Sorry, Nyon!” you apologized hurriedly, catching your balance. For a split second, you grinned at him in that overly friendly way of yours. Then, without even thinking, you gave him a quick lick on the cheek—just like a playful dog would.

Nyon stood frozen, his face a picture of pure confusion. “What... just happened?” he muttered in his heavily accented English, touching his cheek where you’d licked him.

“Gotta run!” you laughed, darting away again, leaving a bewildered Nyon in your wake as you resumed your mad dash through the house.

Behind you, Nyen's growl grew louder, and his frustration seemed to reach a breaking point. He had just seen you lick his roommate, and that was somehow even more infuriating than everything else that had happened.

“You little—” Nyen snarled, picking up speed.

But to you, this was just adding to the fun.

“Wow, you're really taking this game seriously!” you shouted, not realizing just how serious Nyen’s intent was. The air whistled past your ears as you sprinted into the living room, vaulting over the couch with a clumsy but enthusiastic leap. Your grin was wide, eyes sparkling with excitement. This was the most fun you’d had in ages!

Behind you, Nyen practically tore around the corner, his tail thrashing wildly behind him, eyes blazing with fury. He was fast, much faster than you'd expected, but that just made the game more fun for you.

You ducked through a doorway and into the dining room, barely keeping your balance as you slid on the floor. “Nyen, you’re so good at this!” you called over your shoulder, oblivious to the death glare you were receiving.

Just as you thought you’d gotten a good distance ahead of him, you felt a pair of hands grab the back of your shirt again, yanking you to a stop. You stumbled but managed to twist around to face Nyen, who was glaring at you with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

This time, you could almost sense that something wasn’t quite right, but your natural obliviousness overpowered that fleeting sense of danger.

“Oh, you caught me again!” you said with a bright smile. “You're really good at this game!”

Nyen’s grip tightened, and he leaned closer, his breath hot on your face. “This isn’t a game,” he growled through gritted teeth.

But you, in true fashion, still didn’t quite get it. “Oh, you’re so into character! You really are scary when you wanna be, huh?”

Before Nyen could respond—or perhaps lash out—Nyon shuffled into the room, still looking thoroughly confused and slightly dazed from the earlier encounter. He blinked between you and Nyen, clearly not understanding the situation at all.

“Why... chase?” Nyon asked in his broken English, tilting his head slightly as he rubbed the spot on his cheek where you’d licked him.

Nyen growled, his frustration reaching new heights, but you just gave Nyon a cheerful wave. “Hey, Nyon! We're playing tag! Isn’t Nyen just the best at it?”

Nyon blinked slowly, processing your words before giving you an almost pitying look. “No... not game...” he muttered, shaking his head. “Run... faster.”

You just grinned, missing the point entirely. “I’ll take that as a challenge!”

Before Nyen could tighten his grip further, you wiggled free and darted away, laughing as you ran down the hallway again. Nyen let out an exasperated snarl and chased after you, his patience wearing dangerously thin.

“Why do you never stop?” Nyen yelled after you, his footsteps pounding furiously behind you.

You barely heard him over your own laughter, weaving through the furniture with reckless abandon. “Because this is fun!” you shouted back, genuinely having the time of your life.

Nyen, however, had clearly had enough. He was faster this time, cutting you off before you could escape into the next room. His hand slammed against the wall beside your head, trapping you between him and the wall.

Your grin widened, thinking this was just another part of the game. “Oh no! You caught me again! You’re getting better at this!”

Nyen’s eyes flashed dangerously. His voice was low and guttural as he growled, “There won’t be a next time.”

You blinked, still not understanding. “Are we done playing for now?”

Nyen’s tail lashed behind him as he leaned in closer. “Out.”

You blinked, momentarily stunned by the intensity in his voice. Then, slowly, you began to piece things together. “Wait... you’re not... you’re not actually mad, right?”

Nyen didn’t respond, just gave you a pointed look that spoke volumes.

You chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck. “O-Oh... uh... I see. Well, um, I guess I’ll... go now?”

Nyen stepped back, his arms crossed, glaring at you as if daring you to stay any longer.

You quickly backed away, giving him a sheepish smile. “Alright, alright, I’m going! I’ll catch you later... or not! Bye!”

With that, you quickly bolted for the door, casting one last glance over your shoulder as you made your escape. Nyen’s cold glare followed you until you disappeared from sight, leaving him standing there, still fuming.

Once outside, you took a deep breath, your heart still racing. “Man, that was intense,” you muttered to yourself. Then, with a grin, you added, “But hey, that was fun!”

Little did you know, Nyen smiled to himself having actually enjoyed your company, sure you're a bundle of everything he hates about dogs but atleast you were sorta tolerable.

Ofcourse he'd never admit it your face.

[foursaints]

saw your ask post about figure skater regulus and was thinking... PLEASE consider skater evan x hockey barty WAITWAITWAIT!!!

they have sex, but. not in the icebreaker way. in the good way.

evan is a skater duo with pandora (their name is something something siamese cats pun) and hes like highly competitive, like he'll do anything to win. long story short barty catches him in the changing rooms highkey torturing his competition and is like,,, i need to fuck that NOW!..

i apologise

okay i've given 2018 pyeongchang winter olympics!AU rosekiller a truly immense amount of thought, and these are my options:

figure skater x hockey player (like you said), but in REVERSE. barty is as much of a disheveled carefree wreck as usual but his figure skating is technical & vicious & PRECISE. he has an Adidas campaign. evan is a wispy little tim-burton-looking scrap of a thing that is also an alarmingly violent hockey player. he's broken his nose in three separate places.

neither of them are actually even in the olympics because they're sports journalists. evan is the reporter for CNN & barty has an obnoxious but wildly popular radio show & and they’re paired together as the official announcers. they spend the entire time arguing (on and off camera), sharing mittens, and drinking the free hot chocolate from those tiny styrofoam cups

they are sworn life-or-death rivals but over some niche unpopular sport that nobody cares about, like skeet-shooting or curling, but their rivalry is SO intense and public that it actually overshadows most of the other sports. they've got the entire international community tuning into skeet. it is treated with a level of seriousness akin to the trojan war.

[secriden]

an introduction to daouoffroad: a record (mostly for me)

so, the lovely @luthienmpl was very kind and gave me a daouoffroad starter pack so i'm gonna learn about them!

i adore finding out about something this way because it's like someone shared their love of The Thing with me! how lovely! how lucky to catch a glimpse of how much joy The Thing gives someone else!!

this is literally just random stream of consciousness thoughts as i watch the videos so i'll spare anyone who isn't interested and put it under a cut.

oh my god they met as contestants on a survival boyband show wtf!? what kind of fanfic kdrama au start is this already!?

ok damn but daou's runs tho :O <3

nooooooo offroad is crying and thanking daou for his support how dARE YOU TOY WITH MY HEART LIKE THIS!? ;A;

ohmygosh is that the actress who plays P'Joy in LITA??? <3

fuck, the pressing the face into the tummy of the one standing thing. why is that so cute. ugh D:<

waitwaitWAIT is that a thing? do directors just... write stories/shows for couples who have good chemistry whatttt?? is this like a thai ent industry staple? (oh i guess mame kind of did that with fortpeat/mutrak) that's so funny omg. xDDD

laz1 is so kpop styled :O and i must add Last Kiss to my playlist imMEDIATELY its such a pretty song?? <3333

thiS BRIDGE i AM FEELING IT!?!?! DAOU WHAT IS THAT RIFF!?!??! HOLY SHIT THAT WAS SUCH A SMOOTH TRANSITION UP TO THE HIGH NOTE!? *O* <3

(was daou already an established singer before or something?? boy has pIPES!)

*faintly* d-did he try to... bite... the cat's... paw??

/SCREAMS nO THE HARMONIES yeah ok i'm a fan weLP THA TWAS QUICK

(i'm such a sucker for vocal line groups ugh dammit TwT)

wait, enlistment?? huh i did not know thailand also did that... is it the same as skorea?

oh-- oh my god he sent flowers? through his sister?? *whispers* that's so sweet ;u;

goodness, offroad literally running and jumping into daou's arms while daou is still in military fatigues-- guys this is either zero attempt at being subtle or the best cp marketing i've seen in my life wow

awww did offroad bring his graduation gown to the event just so he could get pics with daou?? that's so cute! ;A;

okAY SIR?? SIR NO the sleeping right pressed up to offroad as he pretends to snore but like daou is just paSSED OUT HALF ON TOP OF HIm NO SIR NO I CANNOT HANDLE THIS NOPE BYE

(the cut right as daou reaches up to shut offroad up had me cracking up tho, they've got a wicked sense of humour i really like them)

ahahahah the members playing along is really cute!! poor daou has to be relegated to the "jealous bf" -- this is SO interesting to watch coming out of old kpop fandom and kpop skinship to this xD like... i am enLIGHTEND *O*

*cries* what is this... poolside actual love confession proposal with rings and pLANNING to commemorate their.. working.. relationship!?!? i'm??? they are so LOUD wtf-- i'm not... used to this... !?! *incoherent noises*

sidebar: i'm struggling to get a handle on their honorifics... are they phi/nong? but sometimes dauo sounds like he's using mueng/guu when he addresses offroad directly?

ljsdfjsLfj THE FACE. IN THE TUMMY. ITS BACK <3

OH FUCK OFFROAD WITH THE ASH HAIR. *O* YEAH YEAH OKOKOK i'M NORMAL ABOUT THIS!!!!

oh oh NO did daou just push offroad to the inside of the road so he's on the outside like that's--t hat's so boyfriend coded wtf

bahahaHAHAH is offroad going on about the bracelet because now daou *has* to buy one for him? xD what a smart cookie. xDDD

wAIT DID IT WORK!? PAHAHA--

other thoughts:

pentor looks SO FAMILIAR and i can't figure out why??? ;A; is he in something else?? i'm so confused but i think i love him already WHAT AN ADORABLE DIMPLED BOI *O*

i know you included the Whats The Matter? MV but I'm sorry I'm going to live in Last Kiss for like the next 5 days especially thAT BRIDGE WTF <3

the acoustic/live version is so PRETTY omg ;A; that 3 part harmony in the first chorus *chefs kiss*

sOMEONE is doing like a really high harmony in the pre-chorus and its so thin and wispy and pRETTY ahhh <3

although also ngl i think daou needs maybe some more vocal training he sounds quite strained sometimes... and he's got a lot of tension in his throat but good GOD his range!! he's SO talented wtf; ALSO their youngest member has SUCH a nice tone UGH <33333

their 2 shows:

ok love in translation actually sounds like exactly my cup of tea hahahah it looks so cute <3 and potentially heartbreaking but like not TOO heartbreaking

century of love... yeah ok i'm gonna put that on my list of things to get to when i'm in the right headspace for that kind of angst but what an interesting concept!! its like comphet, the series. xD

wait both their shows are comphet the series? xDDDD they just swapped who was suffering from it.

hoboy they are SO LOUD already from the beginning wtf

(sidenote but I would KILL for fortpeat to go on something like this cAN YOU IMAGINE the sHINANIGANS!! peat being so happy at all the food. fort's teasing. ugh. where can i start a petition ya'll)

the heIGHT DIFFERENCE am i'm feeling some type of way about it, yes yes i am

bAHAHAH the mandatory piggyback ride that they actually just SAY is boyfriend material i'm-- i'm not use do this lack of wink wink nudge nudge skinship approach in my boyband duos like?? *confused noises pt 2*

oh oh my gosh they have auntie fans too??? how adorableeeee!!!?! damn offroad sounds so soft in southern dialect idk whats going on my ears are blessed *u* <3

I don't know why but daou's "Try traditional snack!" made me crack up xDDDD

i have just realised what a mistake it was to start this on an empty stomach T___T that all looks SO GOOD wtf

lol that poor lady with the corgi's just wanted to go on her way and she got way-landed by these insane boys xDD

wft the nUZZING INTO THE NECK THING. IT S STILL. SO MUCH. IHAVE FEELIGNS ABOUT THIS MOMENT Tu T <3

guYS-- GUYS you said you both paid half... so you don't... you don't still need to do the cheek kisse-- oh nevermind you did them already ok then

i mean ok but for real tho the amount of times offroad just cracks up at somethign random daou does is genuinely really sweet?? like they seem to really have this wavelength that is just their own *u*

[intheticklecloset]

for the tickletober,, 7. boo! with lee!isagi and ler!bachira perhaps? can't wait :D

TickleTober Day #13: Boo!

BachIsagi (Blue Lock)

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“EHEHEHEHEHEEEK!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE, BACHIRA, I’M SOHOHOHOHORRY!!” Isagi cried through his hysterics, writhing on their often-shared bed with his boyfriend’s fingers deep in his ribs, forcing cackle after cackle out of him. “I JUHUHUHUHUHUST WANTED TO GET YOU BAHAHAHAHACK – AIIEEEHEHEHEHEE!!”

Bachira smiled softly down at him, hair still wet from the shower. “And I’m proud of you, Isagi-chan! But you had to know I’d get you back for that, right? Or is that why you scared the hell out of me in the first place? Hmmm?”

Just a few minutes earlier, Isagi had waited in the lockers portion of the shower for his boyfriend to emerge, freshly clean and completely relaxed. After all their time together he knew it was the best opportunity to get revenge for all the times Bachira had scared him and their other friends in Blue Lock, and well…someone had to do it!

He'd never forget the scream that his partner let out when he jumped into view and yelled “BOO!!” at the top of his lungs, the way he slipped on the wet tile and fell to the floor, thankfully wrapped in a towel as Isagi collapsed with laughter at his startled expression.

At first he’d thought he’d gone too far, since it took Bachira several long moments to recover enough to blink up at him and smile as well. Looking back now, he should have realized he was in trouble the moment his boyfriend urged him to go on ahead, saying he needed an extra minute to compose himself before coming back to the room.

Now he was here, looming over Isagi and tickling the snot out of him as payback, his monstrous grin lighting up his face in a way that both excited and terrified his taller boyfriend.

“I’M SOHOHOHOHOHOHORRY!!” he squealed again, letting out a panicked gasp when Bachira suddenly flipped him onto his stomach and then straddled his calves, settling in for a second round. “NO!! No, waitwaitwait plehehehehehease, WAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT!! GAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Bachira expertly gripped his toes and held them firmly in place while he skittered his fingers up and down Isagi’s bare sole, drawing even more frantic laughter and pleading from his partner. “The Monster is really impressed with you, Isagi. He thinks you deserve a reward for getting me so good.”

Isagi was losing his mind, slapping the sheets desperately as he shrieked out his ticklish agony, mirthful tears springing to his eyes. If he’d known the punishment would be this bad he would have thought better of it!

Well…that was a lie. But still!

“WHAHAHAHAHAHAT KIND OF REWAHAHAHAHAHARD IS THIS?!” he screeched, arching his back when his evil boyfriend slipped a finger between his toes. “GOD PLEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP I’M SOHOHOHOHORRY!!”

Suddenly Bachira’s entire weight was on top of him, their faces lined up as Isagi gasped for breath, letting out residual giggles into the pillow as his partner gently kissed his shoulder, then his neck, then his cheek. “Oh, that wasn’t the reward, Yoichi. This is~”

Thank goodness the others weren’t around to see this.

[thyln4gf]

Light me up

✞ You, a well known rockstar. Your boyfriend, the golden boy of F1. Its a constant "battle" of "who's gonna have more of their fans turn to the 'other side?'"

✞ I have synesthesia! Here's 5 songs that I associate with this fic: "Light me up" - The Pretty Reckless, "Scarlet cross" - Black Veil Brides, "Scars" - Papa Roach, "honey (are u coming?)" & "baby said" - Måneskin.

✞ Warnings: Suggestive comments and pictures, fluffy relationship shite, cursing, google translate (italian). SMAU.

✞ Charles x rockstar!reader

✞ Face Claim - Taylor Momsen (The Pretty Reckless)

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theprettyreckless: AND THAT'S A WRAP! Thank you, Montreal, for being so welcoming. Three cheers for this sweet, sweet tour. And to many more in the future. À la prochaine, mes chéris.

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