#WHY AM I NERVOUS ITS JUST AN ASK OMG

[toadallytickles]

There’s SEVERAL reasons why we think so! It’s something that has been brought up in conversation from time to time 😅

We think you’d be an incredibly fun and energetic person in general, which we love of course, but we ALSO have always been a huge fan of your content and the reactions you have in them. My partner and I have had sessions recently with other friends and it’s been an absolute blast. We also really admire your experience with tickling and think us giving it our best shot against you would undoubtedly be memorable 😌

Oh my goodness.. maybe I shouldn’t have asked because now I’m all shy and flustered.. ahh~ (〃^▽^〃)ゞ also I get brought up? Multiple Times?? Verbally? In-person?? SSHH-

This is so sweet and lovely! Thank you so much for sharing!! 🥰 And thank you for enjoying my content! I’m so happy to hear! Also awesome you have local kink friends to play with! That is what I’m seeking! If our paths ever cross and we get to meet, I would LOVE to connect and have a session with you both! That would be awesome to make this come true! ❤️

[guttednights]

your bar.

You've worked in the same bar for the past 3 years. It's fairly common for military men to come in and get drinks together. It's always soap, gaz, price, and the one in a mask.

One night you finally speak to the guy in the skull mask. "your name is?" as he looks at you, his cold eyes lighten.

"ghost," he said gruffly when soap elbowed him, he shot soap a glare and sighed making eye contact with you. "Simon. simon Riley." he gruffs.

you can't help but smile. "well then Simon Riley. want your usual?"

"Please," he says coldly

you and your friend spent the rest of the night talking about simon. "god i dont know what it is about him but." "jeez.."

"oh ew! shut up" your friend replies walking to the other side of the bar

you giggle "ah cmon, its not as nasty as you and your thing for that old one.

she giggles. "price is hot because hes a gentle man. simon just looks like he could hurt anyone."

"thats what i like" "feels like hed go to jail for me"

She rolls her eyes "okay mrs delusional."

the next few days some tension between you and simon grew. he cant keep his eyes off you. your literal eyecandy to him. and you notice.

"sarah he keeps staring" you say entering the back to "refill something"

she squeals. "girl hes so into you!"

you roll your eyes, "oh whatever."

Later that night soap walks up to the bar,

"hey y/n, you know my big friend Simon? ya he wants ye number"

your heart practically stops beating. "uh.. yeah sure here" You quickly write it on a napkin and hand it to him. you watch as soap runs away like a schoolgirl giggling to Simon as he hands it to him.

the whole rest of the night you were shocked. The big huffy man you think is hot wanted your number?

around 2 am you jolt awake as your phone buzzes. you grab your phone, its him.

"hey gorgeous its simon, or "big masked man"

"Hi simon" god you cant believe this is happening is this real?

"you should be asleep. what you doing up?"

ur heart flutters, (GOING FERAL LIKE YES PLS BOSS ME AROUND) "couldnt sleep"

"any reason why?"

(yes Simon ur the reason why) "nope no praticular reason why, just one of those nights."

"alright. want to get coffee tomorrow?"

"coffee?!" you think to yourself "Omg it's happening.."

"id love to get coffee"

"great. ill see you at happy cafs tomorrow at 9 am."

"see you there"

your freaking out literally, the man of your literal dreams is asking to go out on a coffee date?! Is it a date..?

"is this considered a date?" you text him a few minutes later

"yes, sweetheart. it's considered a date lol"

you throw your phone across the room screaming and kicking your feet. you can't sleep the rest of the night. too busy thinking about what to wear. finally at 6 am you give up and hit the shower, then walk to your closet. "god do I wear a dress? jeans hoodie?" finally you decide on a long-sleeved black dress, perfect for winter. you straighten your hair, do your makeup, and hype yourself up.

8:55 and you're a minute away from the cafe when u see him pull up. your heart drops. you're so excited yet so nervous, u practically black out until you bump into him.

"op, watch out there" he chuckles, "looking at your feet while you walk sweetheart or?"

you chuckle, "Sorry lost in my thoughts." sweetheart?! You can't help but blush as he puts his hand on the lower part of your back and directs you inside. you both sit down at a booth and a waitress comes over. you both order and wait.

you can't help but stare at him, even tho you haven't seen his face his eyes just capture you.

"I'm not gonna lie, sweetheart,. I can't keep my eyes off you at the bar,"

"might as well claim ye before you are no longer available" he smirks as you blush and look away

you spend the next 3 hours just talking getting to know him. And before you know it, (in a few weeks of course) you are dating, officially his. the man of your dreams is officially yours.

side notes: i dont know if i like this tbh. it feels really long and i almost lost what else to say. if u want a part 2 (MAYBE SMUTTY VERS. i can do it lmk!!!)

[cheriladycl01]

Fast Cars on the Island - Oscar Piastri x LoveIslandContestant! Reader Part 4

Plot: Your an engineer for Mclaren and you were asked as a PR stunt to go onto Love Island. You would keep your job of course but Mclaren wanted some more media traction.

A/N: I know they would never do this, and that's why its fiction!

Around the fire pit:

“Oh god I’m so nervous? They didn’t say genders or anything” Zavi cries looking towards you as the boys start to take their seats.

“What do you think it will be?” Charlie asks you and you shrug, having no idea how the producers would sway it. Two boys, two girls or a boy and a girl. Whatever they did at this point would stir up some kind of drama.

“I’m not sure, but I think it will probably be one of each” you hand him a small smile.

“I think you might be right Y/N” Aaron smiles at you before getting some nods from the other girls.

“It just makes the most logical sense to me, and then that way it still is the girls choice” you smile nodding.

“Why am I so nervous!” Millie exclaims shaking your shoulders a little. She sits next to Daniel who wraps an arm around her shoulder.

After more conversing, the sound of the sliding glass doors to the Villa make all your heads turn seeing a guy and girl walk out through the curtains.

“Hey!” the girl cheerily smiles with a little wave.

“Sup” the guy next to her cheekily smiles before making their way over to the fire pit.

“Hiya! Omg it’s so exciting to have you here! Please introduce yourself!” Auriela gestures for them to take seats around the fire pit.

The guy sits in between Aaron and Zavi, whilst Chelsea sits in between you and Chris.

“I’m Max, I’m 26 and I work as a secondary school maths teacher” the guy smiles and your head snaps to him in shock, with a small giggle. You could imagine all of his students finding out he was in love island and teasing the hell out of him for it.

“Im Chelsea I’m 25 and I’m a Tattoo Artist” she offers and you all nod.

You all talk, getting to know the two newbies whilst still finding stuff out about the current contestants.

Two phones ping simultaneously from Max and Chelsea making you all nervously fidget. You knew from having watched the show that it would be the two new islanders either choosing dates or the public choosing them dates.

“Max, please get ready for two dates tonight chosen by public choice. You’ll have your main course with Millie and your dessert with Y/N” he reads out the text and you look up in shock.

Were the public trying to make your life harder than it already was in this Villa. You weren’t ready for the drama that would most likely unfold.

“Chelsea please get ready for two dates tonight chosen by public choice. You’ll have your main course with Aaron and your dessert with Charlie” Chelsea reads out.

And with that you watched as Millie left with Max and Chelsea left with Aaron for their first dates. You immediately walked over to Daniel to comfort him.

“Hey, look I know it’s not fun” you sigh patting his back and he looks down.

“Is it bad of me to admit I’m more worried about going home this early on than possibly loosing Millie?” He jokes but you know what he means, people who went out this early on never felt like that had a full shot.

“I get that, and I think you being a lot to the Villa Daniel, despite it being night one i can see a friend in you that extends to outside this villa” you smile at him.

“Yeah me too” he nods.

“Look, you deserve to stay in if Millie gets chosen AND Aaron gets chosen by Chelsea. I’ll pick you any day of the week” you smile at him nudging his side teasingly, but he has a serious look on his face.

“Thank you Y/N seriously!” He says pulling you into a hug.

Lando and Oscar:

“Woah, talk about bombshells” Lando says chewing on a sweet that Oscar had brought over to his hotel room. It had became a weekly Sunday thing for them after races to watch you on the TV. It was kind of a weird feeling seeing you in these kinds of places and in this way when they were used to you in team gear around the paddock looking at data or fixing the car.

“Who do you recon they’ll end up with?” Oscar asks.

“What the newbies?” Lando replies finally taking his eyes of the screen. Oscar just nods letting Lando know that is what he meant.

“I recon Chelsea will choose Aaron and then Max will choose Millie, and Y/N is the type to go back on her word so she’ll end up with Daniel and both get to Casa Amore together if they have too” Lando explains as if he is an expert.

“Interesting” Oscar admits, only thinking of Casa Amore, when 4 new islanders for each gender came to the villa.

Back at the Villa:

It was time for your date with Max and both you and Charlie walked out the Villa together before turning in separate directions.

You walked up to a little gazebo with foliage and fairy lights around it, it was a really nice set up and you couldn’t help but feel lucky to have a date in such a nice area.

Throwing yourself into your career meant that you didn’t really have time to experience all the countries you got to see with someone else. It was always you alone.

“This is really nice” you smile to him.

“Yeah i wish I could take credit for it but definitely can’t” he laughs and you guys end up having a really good night. You ask him about teaching only to find out his students had no idea he’d come into the tv show.

And before you know it, it’s time to go back.

You were all sat around the campfire apart from Chelsea and Max who were stood next to each other ready to choose.

“I’m choosing this guy because he was really genuine and sweet on our date and I can see myself progressing furthest with him as of right now. We connected a lot on the date and I believe he is the right choice”

“The boy i would like to couple up with is Aaron” Chelsea finishes and Aaron begrudgingly goes to stand next to her after sharing small eye contact with you.

Max goes next a smile on his face.

“So the girl I want to couple up with, made me feel like we had a connection straight away. Talking to her was so natural and I felt like this is the right choice. I’m not normally one to step on people’s toes but it’s a really different environment in here and I’ve come at a really difficult point of the show”

“So the girl I have chosen to couple up with is Millie” he smiles and Millie looks down but you can tell she is smiling and blushing. You caught eyes with Daniel who didn’t look to put of by the situation. He nods to you, communication of what you’d do at the recoupling now it had swung the way you thought it would.

You were slightly gutted that Aaron was now coupled up and it felt like you two were never actually going to have a chance together.

You heard was all over the place, was this still just PR or were you actually wanting to find someone in here … and was that someone Aaron.

“Okay, in this order from yesterdays challenge the girls will pick who they want to couple up with. Auriela, Zavi, and Y/N” the presenter says and Auriela stands up.

“So I’ve been coupled up with this guy from the start and I want to see where things go as we’ve been having loads of fun getting to know one another, we have loads in common and I can’t wait to see where this goes. The boy id like to couple up with is Chris” Auriela smiles.

Zavi stands up next, looking a little nervous.

“So I want to couple up with this boy because our chats in the Villa lately have seriously changed my opinion on him. He’s really sweet and caring and I don’t think he was given a proper first chance so the boy id like to couple up with is …” she pauses as if she’s debating what she’s going to do.

“Charlie” and gasps come around, no one having expected her to have gone with him.

Lando and Oscar:

“NO WAY! That’s crazy! I thought she was going to stay with that Jai” Oscar exclaims.

“Dude you could tell with those conversations they were having yesterday they were getting it on” Lando chuckles taking a sip of his Red Bull.

“I thought they were just getting to know each other!” Oscar explains to him, not having seen the longing eyes shared or the flirty undertones.

“And that my friend is why you got nowhere with Y/N when she was here” Lando teases, and it was supposed to be a joke but they both knew there was some truth behind that.

Back in the Villa:

“Okay it’s time for our final girl, to choose who she will end up with. Very strange circumstance for you Y/N” the presenter says as you stand up at the front.

“Yeah it’s been an interesting one that’s for sure. And I think I haven’t fully been able to make connections yet which is a shame and I want to be stable going into the next recoupling after this and I think discussions were held before about what I was going to do depending on the outcome of Max and Chelsea’s choices, this is a game and I have to be strategic so the boy id like to couple up with is Daniel” you smile and he comes up to you, to finally stand next to you and kisses your temple.

“Thank you” he whispers and you just smile and nod.

“I always keep my promises” you smile tugging on his arm in a friendly way.

You all start to say goodbye to Jai, sad that one of the original islanders was gone before heading off to your new sleeping arrangements.

“Night islanders” Charlie shouts as he cuddles Zavi from the back grinning like a school boy before he pulls her down and under the covers.

A chorus of replies cross the room before the lights dim for the night.

You and Daniel quietly talk to each other about the day, trying not to disturb your fellow islanders before sleep finds the both of you.

Lando and Oscar:

“I’m guess what she does within McLaren will come out soon… PR have a close eye on this, for obvious reasons” Oscar observes making Lando laugh.

“Yeah I’m pretty sure they’d have a field day if she started having sex on camera while being under the McLaren name. PR nightmare” Lando chuckles but it makes Oscar freeze.

He forgot how raunchy the dating show could be, and he couldn’t help but he jealous of anyone on the show who got even the tiniest bit closer to that than he ever did.

“The headlines would ruin her” Oscar agrees with a shudder whilst they continue to watch on as the credits roll for this weekends episode.

A/N: A lot of people are suggesting Oscar go into the Villa and he will, but … only when the time is right :)

Also sorry I haven’t posted on a while, going from being on holiday to the chaos of moving into a new house I haven’t had much time lately.

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[ssailormoonn]

❛ HE'S GOT A CRUSH ❜

Tokito Muichiro X Fem!Reader

WC; 700+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW :: FLUFF SO FLUFFY, this is so cute im sobbing, x fem reader, reader is a girl, you two are both 14, TEENAGE LOVE OMG,

*ੈ✩‧₊˚𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: Could we maybe get a cute and wholesome Muichiro x fem! Reader? He's 14 I believe, so nothing over the top, but just a cute little thing where he sees Ginko is actually being nice and prideful of reader, then when he asks about it, she replies "Caw! Bc y/n is just as strong as you are, so it makes sense why you have a crush on her!" Then Muichiro gets embarrassed while reader just accepts his feelings XD - @freddleafton12345-blog

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You were training. That's all you were doing. Muichiro was there with you, though he was being quite and stoic as usual, he was there. You could feel him today, just out of sight. It was a comforting presence in its own right.

You also noticed Ginko, his crow, perched on a branch not too far off. Her sharp, no judging eyes follow your every movement, and you could have sworn she was being. over-proud? It was almost like she was waiting for something.

Finishing your training session, you wiped the sweat from your forehead and sheathed your katana, turning to where you knew Muichiro was standing. He slowly emerged from behind a tree, his usual detached expression in place, though his eyes were focused on you.

"Hey, Muichiro!" you said happily, flashing him a soft, gentle smile.

He barely nodded, his eyes never once leaving yours, and said nothing right away.

You were the only one Muichiro can tolerate, he enjoys your presence, he like how happy you are because when he's around you his heart pounds and tingles. He likes the sensation.

Before either of them could say another word, Ginko flew down from her branch and landed beside Muichiro with a loud caw, puffing out her feathers proudly.

"Caw! {Name} is just as strong as you, Muichiro!" Ginko squawked.

Muichiro blinked in mild confusion, turning to his crow. "What do you mean?" he asked calmly, but it did sound like he was slightly confused.

You chuckled. "I think she's just complimenting me," you said, but the way Ginko had looked at both of you made you suspect she wasn't done yet.

And you were right.

Ginko's next words came out loud and clear. "Because {Name} is just as strong as you are! So of course you have a crush on her!"

We froze.

Muichiro immediately went bright red, a colour you never see him in. His usual expression crumpled, his eyes wide from surprise. He stared at Ginko then at you before back at Ginko, without a single word to say.

"I-I don't," he stuttered, protesting weakly.

You could see the panic rising on his features, and it really was the cutest thing you had ever seen.

Your cheeks flushed warmly too. You couldn't help the laugh that escaped you. "Oh, is that so?" you teased softly as you stepped a little closer to Muichiro.

"I don't. Ginko's just. I mean," he muttered, staring down at his feet.

He turned to you again, his eyes wide with surprise still. It was rare to see Muichiro this flustered, and such a sight took hold of your heart.

Ginko apparently was very satisfied with herself and gave another proud caw. "Yes! Muichiro has a crush on {Name}, just like I said! And I am always right!"

Muichiro's flustered state made you smile hoplessly because it was a sight you'veg never seen on him. Going easy on him, you took another step closer and laid a comforting hand on his arm. He looked up at you, still somewhat lost, his eyes searching your face for some sort of clue on how to respond.

"Muichiro," you said softly, kindly, "I think that's really sweet."

His face flushed even more and this time he didn't try to deny it. Instead, he just stared at you, softening into your gaze as he realized you weren't teasing him. In his eyes, you could tell how nervous he is, which made your heart beat so, so fast.

You smiled warmly as you took another step closer. "I accept your feelings," you said with a softly.

Muichiro blinked, plainly trying to wrap his brain around what you'd just said. For a moment, it seemed his mind had gone blank. But then, ultra-slowly, a small smile pulled at the corners of his lips, so slight you'd have almost missed it if you weren't standing quite that near him.

"Thanks," he whispered, his voice inaudible, his eyes coy and wide, yet within them held a certain warmth that fluttered your chest.

Ginko was quite proud of what she had done. She said, "Look! See? I told you! Ginko is never wrong!"

You laughed again, the sound bright and carefree as you looked to Muichiro. Still beet-faced and embarrassed, but deep inside, his heart went racing from the situation, he didn't know how to act around you now that you knew, but he was certain things would grow further. And you were hoping for it to, as well.

Do not copy, steal, modify use for AI, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

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[sh1nch1r0]

𝕮𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝕶𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖆 𝖎𝖘 𝖒𝖞 𝕭𝖔𝖞𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉

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Draken x Reader

Emma Sano she was ur Bully Back in Middle School,everything u did she criticised it.U were never enough for anything.She hated u and u hated her but the hate u two had reached its peak when u and her Crush started dating…

Request from: @luluprincess230lp 🩷🎀

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„Thank you for the Plushie“u say and smile up at the Blonde.

„Oh..no problem“he says with a blush on his face.

„Are u free tomorrow Draken?“u ask him as u get off of his bike.

„Yes…but later in the evening i have a Gang meeting…we could meet at the Shire i showed u….oh but only if u want to“he was nervous and shy when speaking to you.

„I would love“u answere and u give Draken a Goodbye Kiss on the Cheek.

„Drive Save yes?“ u whisper as his Face was still in ur Hands.

„But only cause its u“he says quietly.

U could feel his gaze on your back as u walk into the House.

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„Hey Kenny….where were you“ Mikey asks as Draken enters trough the Door of his room.

„Had a Date“he mumbels and sits on the couch.

„A Date with who??“a female voice asks and he turns around to see Emma.

„Shes from ur school“he says and looks away from her.

„Which class?“ Emma asks again.

„I think shes in the same class as you are“ he replies a bit annoyed.

„Ohh is it Yuki,the black haired girl…“she says

„No the girl has blonde hair“ her Question were annoying him slowly.

„Omg…don’t tell me its [Name]….“her Voice was filled with disgust all of a sudden.

„Why…do you fucking care Emma and if its her what is so wrong with me dating her“he did not understand Emma and he never will.

„Cause shes a Bitch,back in Highschool she bullied me…“Emma starts.

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Later that evening u get a text from Draken saying that he wants to talk.

Draken:Hey we need to talk

You:Why is something wrong?

Draken:Just…let me inside and i will explain

You:Okay text me when ur there

And after a couple of Minutes u heard his Bile in ur Driveway.What the fuck was going on that he needed to talk to you so urgently.

U open the Door and he steps inside.

„Well so we meet again..“u say and look at him.

„Is it true that u bullied Emma…Emma Sano?“he asks his voice was shaking.

„What…No…i would…“u started but he cut u off.

„Cause she told me some things..and if u really“he stops for a second.

Emma Sano u wanted this Bitch dead,she was a lying,manipulative and evil Cunt.She bullied u in High School and even now everytime u make a mistake she calls u out and points out how stupid u are.

„Draken…she bullied me…i don’t know what she told you but she was my Bully i told u about when we both talked over our past…“u say and look into his eyes.

„So she was that…but why would she lie…?“ Draken says quietly and looks down at his feet.

„I mean we only know us a short time and i understand that u are on her side“Draken interruptes u.

„No i am on your side the things u told me and the tears u cried that night…no…i..i never expected Emma to be like that“he says in disbelief.

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The evening was warm and u were at the Shrine where the gang always met.U saw Draken standing there and as he saw you the tall Blonde walked to you to hug you.As u both walked to Mikey,Mitsuya,Baji and Takemichi he rested his hand against ur back.

„Hey Y/N“Mikey greets u.

U all talk for a while and u snuggle a bit against Draken cause it was gettting a bit cold.

„Draken????…..“ a voice was heard from behind.

And as u turned around u saw Emma stamp there in disbelief.

„I…why….I told u what she did to ME“she yells.

„Emma…stop lying u bullied her she did not bully you“Draken says in a calm tone.

„No…thats not…true…Draken shes a Monster….“but her insults were of no use.

„Come on Emma cut it out“Mikey says from behind both of u.

„Emma…wtf do you want from us why are u lying to me and why are u trying to get me to hate her?“Draken says now with a louder tone.

„Answere ME EMMA“he then yells as she just stands there.

„I LOVE U KEN…I LOVE U FOR SUCH A LONG TIME NOW AND U…CHOOSE SUCH A BITCH OVER ME“she yells at Draken and you.

„Its not ur choice who i love,or who i should love…and i dont wanna date someone who bullies people cause idk of no reason“his words made Emmas heart shatter.

And as Draken looked at you and gave u a peck to ur forehead she just wanted to die at that moment.

It should be her at your place

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[vinnsley]

omg.. so ummm i was thinking.. have u seen norton in the new story? :3 and yk how he kinda like.. didn’t say a word to Alice.. I was wondering if u can write a fic.. where norton has a s/o.. :3 in the game and only talks to them.. and everyone is just like “wtf”.. :3

ORIGINAL: chuckles evilly. LOOK NO FURTHER DEAR ANON!!! (i deleted idv awhile ago. Youtube, my friend... :3)

UPDATED: Yes. I redownloaded IDV a while ago and finished the new story quests and unfortunatly by the time i am writing this, i don't remember everything clearly, so if this has any information wrong, i apologize 😭 (lately i haven't been playing either (by lately i mean months))

Edit 2: i realized that the most popular thing ive written is exactly abt norton.. and its smut. ermmmm😓

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-At first, you had 0 idea what to expect. Your boyfriend got sent a letter inviting them to a mysterious manor and he had to go alone. You were worried for him, considering the events of his past, but you let him on his way.

-It only took a few weeks for you to recieve a letter similar to what Norton recieved — from the same manor. It mostly contained that you are invited to the manor for reasons the writer rather not disclose trough a letter.

-Considering this was the same letter that made Norton leave, you immedieatly grabbed your suitcase and started to pack a few clothing items you deemed fit.

-The ride towards the manner was long —making you nervous by every second that passed. Would you see Norton again? Did something happen to him? What is it that this mysterious person wanted to talk with you about? Aswell as with a few others who would be present?

-When you finally arrived infront of the manor, you took a deep breath. Not too sure if you were ready to hear or see what was going on inside said manor. You walked up to the door and knocked, waiting for a few seconds (Which felt like hours in your point of view) and the door opened.

-A butler opened the door. Not saying anything aside your name as a question. Wanting to confirm it was actually you.

-You nod and give the old-looking man your invite, to which he nodded and let you inside. A maid bowing infront of you slightly as a greeting, before saying that she'll be your guide, and that you were free to ask questions whenever you wanted.

-You felt like you wanted to burst into words, you had so many questions. But anxiety has sewn your mouth shut, unable to mutter a single word besides an affirmation to the maid and following her to your temporary residence.

-The tour tooj atleast 1,5 hours in your opinion. The whole manor was... giant, in your words. You asked questions here and there to the maid, to which she either responded... or not. Which made your gut feel weird, but you shrugged it off.

-You already met a few people already. Like Mr. Kreiburg...But you wouldn't actually call it a meeting. As you reached out your hand and tried to introduce yourself, he only picked up his cane and moved your hand away from him before walking past you, his face only being... sour. Quite the asshole, you thought.

-Ms. Plinius, the entomologist you saw outside the small garden of the manor. For being such a big house, the garden was for sure small to your standards. But Ms. Plinius atleast didn't... shrug you off first chance she got. She simply introduced her and went back to examining... or atleast that's what you thought she was doing with the bees.

-You also met Orpheus. He was nice. He actually conversed with you for a bit. You found out that he was a writer of some kind, and that he's mostly at the manor because of this.

-You also met Ms. DeRoss. Or how she preferred — Alice. She was also nice. She conversed with you for a bit aswell. She was a journalist, that's what you found out about her.

-As you continued to walk around the manor, trying to see if there was anyone else, you had no luck. When you peeked inside the last room and you didn’t see anyone, you sighed.

-Wasn't Norton invited here? Why isn't he here then? You were confused. And mostly scared for your lover.

-You decided to shrug it off. You were already tired from all that travelling you did during the day, the meetings —Good or bad—, the tour.

-You ate dinner with the invited people who... participated in the dinner, because Mr. Kreiburg... was missing. As it seemed like it was a common occurance for him to not attend, he usually asked his food to be brough to his room appearently.

-After you were done, you said your good night's to everyone and went to your room. Your luggage being next to the small space next to the bed, as you picked it up and placed it on the table, rummaging trough it for your nightly wear.

-When you found it, you tried to change as quickly as possible to be able to get more rest that your body and consciousness craved at this point.

-Tomorrow morning, you were woken up by a sharp knock on your door. The person on the other side for sure knew how to wake someone up... You called out a 'come in' in a sleepy tone stretching as your body popped here and there from the movement.

-The butler from before came in. He informed you that breakfast would be starting soon, and that you should probably gather yourself together for the day. You yawned and nodded in response. The butler soon walked out when he saw your nod — giving you your privacy.

-You stood up, going to the bathroom to wash your face. After that, you went to your luggage still on the table, opened, and picked out your next outfit for the day.

-You opened the door and walked out, closing it behind you as you saw someone with black hair and a... hat of some kind walk down the stairs? It was... a green or grey. You couldn't really tell from how fast they rushed down the stairs.

-You shrugged it off, walking downstairs in your own pace and walking to the dining table.

-When you arrived, you looked around. Alice, Ms. Plinius, Orpheus... and Norton?

-So he was actually here! Your heart felt like it could burst open from happiness any second now. You wanted to scream in happiness, but no. You couldn't. You were with people who were technically still strangers.

-Norton did notice and recognize you too. His reaction simply being his eyes widening than narrowing to his usual look. He always had a better poker face than you — that you both knew.

-But for some reason, there was no space set in the table next to Norton... So you simply put your fingers on the satin that was under the plate, and pulled it infront of the chair next to Norton, sitting down beside him.

-You took your food and while you did, everyone besides Norton stared at you weirdly for a bit. Why did you... sit next to Norton? They barely managed to get his name out of him (which was actually given by the butler) but you sit next to him? The most anti-social person besides Kreiburg?

-They were confused to say the least. But... hey. You do you. They guess.

-While everyone was eating, talking, Alice noticed that Norton was... actually talking to you? Sure, she couldn't hear what you two were conversing about, but Norton was definitely going on and on about something.

-Did you two know eachother? Probably. No. Most definitely. Norton hasn't spoken a single word to anyone, yet he is actively talking to you. You two definitely knew eachother from somewhere.

-Alice looked over to Orpheus as he was talking to Ms. Plinius, slightly nudging him with her elbow and she signalled to the pair of you with her eyes.

-Orpheus kept talking to Ms. Plinius, making an act of as if they weren't watching the two of you, while he glanced at the both of you from time to time. Nobody could tell, but Ms. Plinius took the hint aswell and noticed the same thing as Orpheus and Alice.

-It was as if the two of you were friendly with eachother. Maybe even more.

-But they couldn't do much at the moment... they might ask you two... or more specifically you of your relationship with him later.

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ACK. im sorry if i messed up anything... and im so uncertain if melly was actually referred to as Ms. Or Mrs. google didnt give me any solid answers either so... excuse that if its wrong pls🤕🙏

[s-4pphics]

its christmas morning! (e.w)

omg y’all it’s fucking 4/20 aka my thanksgiving christmas and valentine’s day😳 

wanted to write for my fav pothead for my fav holiday :O ellie ripping bongs has been imprinted on my brain since that scene in the game yall know which one i’m talking about i don't even gotta say it🙄 i am very high rn so if there’s a typo or mistake no!! there’s!! not!! love y’all bye 

wc;cw: 2.7k, oc n ellie r both in college, WEED!!! WEED WEED WEED!!!, 21 savage :p catch it, sexual tension y’all know how i get down, descriptions of sex MDNIIII, dubcon(they’re very high), ellie’s so cute but also a lil mean, hair pulling ;D

“c’moooon dude, just one hit!” ellie said with a wide grin while softly nudging your shoulder with hers, her packed and filled miniature glass bong and lighter sitting on the coffee table in front of the two of you. 

ellie had sent you a text message after you got out of your last class saying it was her favorite fucking holiday so get ur ass over here! you knew she would hate it if you—her main smoking buddy—missed out on the new bud she got from someone on campus, so you packed an overnight bag with four of your own blunts that you rolled for her(you learned that tropical breeze was her favorite flavored wrap during one of your seshes!), and made your way over to her off-campus apartment complex. you knew there was no way you were going to be able to walk home tonight since you planned to get as fried as humanly possible. 

you’d arrived inside her building and scaled the stairs to the third floor before you banged on her door. fuck, you were winded! what’s up with the elevators not working—

a muffled what’s the password?! had come from the other side of the door as you gasped for air. 

“stop playing games, i’m tired!” 

you’d heard her laugh as the door swung open, revealing an already high, smiling ellie: you were immediately hit with the smell of the weed she’d apparently already smoked. she looked so cozy, her black hoodie and gray sweatpants littered her body, her hair in a loose ponytail. you looked down at her giant frog slippers before she broke the silence between you two. 

“it’s christmas morning! welcome to my trap house!” she’d excitedly squealed out, gesturing for you to come in. 

she guided you to her and her roommate’s living room couch as she lit one of the blunts you rolled (and then another one) for you both to share. you felt relaxed after smoking them down, but you told her you needed more, and she was more than willing to give you that. she’d ran to her bedroom and grabbed her trusted friend, as she called the smoking utensil. 

“i’ve never used one of those before.” 

“…are you fuckin’ serious?” ellie asked with wide, red tinted eyes. 

“um, yeah. why would i lie?” you asked blankly.

“that’s not what i meant, you smoke pretty often so i assumed. my bad.” she put her hands up in defense at your tone. 

“you don’t need to apologize,” you said before pausing to look at the bong. it was pretty: it was clear, but there were hints of blue further down the base. it reminds you of the ocean. you stared at it before breaking the silence. 

“what does it feel like?” 

“what? hitting it?” she asked as she nodded towards the bong on the table. 

you nodded at her, and she shrugged before sarcastically answering. 

“it feels like you're smoking,” she said with dramatic jazz hands. 

you pushed her as she laughed, “obviously, bitch! i mean when you're high. people always talk about it hitting way harder than any other pipe.” 

“because it does! you choke hard as fuck if the rip is big but it feels good afterwards. you smoke, you know what i’m talking about. it’s… the peak is just more… intense with bongs? i guess, i don’t know. i can only take like…three or four good hits, not gonna lie.”

you nodded as you listened to her rambles. ellie’s tolerance was definitely higher than yours, but you could hang—which was one of the main reasons she liked to smoke with you. you always felt nervous to hit from a bong because of all of your friends' horror stories. you heard so many variations of how hard they greened out the first couple of times they did it, and though you’d never admit it to anyone, their experiences freaked you out. you always smoked weed to relax and sleep, not see god. 

“…hm.” 

“what?” ellie smirked at you when she heard your acknowledgement. 

you were looking at the bong intensely as you imagined what your high would be like if you were to smoke out of one: you’d be so embarrassed if ellie was forced to talk you down from a bad trip because you didn’t know your limits. but the mention of its intensity intrigued you. how intense would it be? would you be able to move? think? 

“you wanna hit it and see what happens?” 

her quiet voice caught your attention. you looked to your right and… oh. she was really close to you. when did she get so close? 

“…yeah.” 

you were now sitting criss crossed on the couch as ellie faced you, packed, water-filled bong and lighter in hand. 

“hitting is pretty easy, but your throat burns like crazy. this is my smallest one, but… yeah, it might choke you.” 

“‘s fine.” 

she hummed in acknowledgment before she said, “i’ll go first just so you can see.” 

you nodded as you watched her put her lips at the opening of the tube. she lit her lighter and circled her flame around the bud-stocked bowl, igniting the flower as smoke slowly began to fill the base of the bong. 

when she was satisfied with the rip, she detached the bowl from the stem and sucked in the smoke, exhaling a large cloud away from your face. she cleared her throat as she passed it to you, “see? easy.” 

you took the bong and lighter from her hands and inspected it. you heard her snort from in front of you, meeting her eyes as you looked up. “it’s not gonna bite you, dude.” 

“i fucking know that,” you said with a soft glare, making her laugh harder. 

she reached over towards the coffee table and grabbed the small baggie of your rolled blunts. she took one out and grabbed another lighter out of her hoodie pocket, lighting the end and puffed on it to ignite the weed. she hadn’t noticed that you’d been watching her the whole time with an intense gaze. 

she finally looked up at you and nodded at your occupied hands. “you gonna hit it?” 

fuck. yeah, you were. you were. you nodded hard. she mumbled out a soft you don’t have to, but you shook your head at her, yes, you do! 

you brought the opening towards your lips and looked at her for approval, earning a small nod as she exhaled her own smoke and smiling, “carry on, young pupil.” 

you lightly kicked your knee against hers, earning a soft laugh. you took a deep breath before igniting the bowl and watched smoke fill the base. you weren’t sure how long you should wait before you took a rip, so you met her eyes again, awaiting instruction. 

“you don’t need to smoke all of that. ‘s a lot.” she advised, slurring slightly, smoke pooling out of her nose as she spoke. you didn’t listen, though. 

you removed the bowl as she did, and sucked in all of it. you breathed out and instantly started coughing up both of your lungs as she laughed, grabbing you a water from the table, opening it, and passing it to you. you dropped the lighter and exchanged the large pipe for the water in her hand. “fuckin’ idiot, i told you not to.” 

you choked harder as tears flooded your eyes, but even in your time of weakness, you flipped her off. she giggled before pretending to bite it off. 

as your coughing eased, you slowly sipped from your bottle and wiped the tears off your cheeks. “bro, what the fuck.” you said dryly, sipping more water. 

she laughed hard at you as she lit and ripped from the bong again. 

some time passed and you were starting to feel… something different as you came up. you knew you were going to peak soon, but the lift was coming in much harder. much faster. it was making you a bit antsy. 

ellie must’ve noticed your unfocused looks around her living room because she aligned her eyes with yours and whispered out a hey. 

“hi… i think i feel… feel it,” you whispered back, a slight shakiness to your voice. 

“okay. want me to turn some music on?” and you nodded before she could even finish her gentle proposal. you watched her every move as she got up and swiftly made her way over to the kitchen, turning on her speaker. “what you wanna listen to?” 

“g-glock in my lap.” 

“everywhere i’m strapped,” she said as she mimed jerking off with her tongue out. she's so gross… why was it getting you hot? 

she busted out laughing at her own joke before she played it, queueing her own list of songs before returning back to the couch to get in her previous position. 

“what’s your craziest weed story?” you asked the minute she sat down, cutting mumbling of the lyrics off. 

“craziest weed story?” she asked softly as she reignited her stubbed out blunt. 

“bong story. craziest bong story,” you corrected yourself slurrily. oh, this shit was hitting. 

she huffed out a laugh before talking. “…i don’t know if you wanna hear that right now.” 

“why? was it that bad?” 

“it was the exact opposite actually.” she corrected softly. had she leaned a bit closer to you? you couldn’t tell. 

“one of the best highs of my life, to be honest. wish i could go back to that day and just to feel it again.” 

“what happened?” 

she was silent for a moment, looking into your eyes with an intense gaze. 

“i… i met this girl on hinge— don’t fucking laugh!” she said as she smiled. 

it made you laugh harder. “i’m not—i’m not trying to, i promise!” 

she rolled her eyes as she continued. “anyway, we linked up after talking for a bit, and she told me she wanted to match. i drove hours to see her, she was so fuckin’ hot.” 

you hummed as she continued, giggles completely forgotten as your vision tunneled in on her. “so, we meet and we go up to her room. i think… her roommate had company over or something, it was really noisy when i walked in. anyway, we spark up, we’re smoking, and she’s just like hit my bong with me!, and i said sure.” 

you’d been watching her lips move the entire time she was talking. she’d been biting and licking them as she reminisced while hitting the blunt, and it was making your body hot. 

“she hit it first and passed it to me, and i’m like… what the fuck do i do with this contraption? like, you have to understand that it wasn’t a bong like mine. it was wide and long as fuck and the rips were huge. anyway, she showed me but… she was so close to me. like this.”

she leaned closer to you, your noses almost touching. your breathing picked up. “she was just talking me through the first hit, light this, pull that, y’know.” 

to be frank, you didn’t give a shit about this story at all, but you would listen to it over and over again if it meant she’d be this close to your face—

“and sex while high feels so fucking good—“

“huh?” 

“what?” 

“who had sex while high?” 

“… me‘n my hinge date.” 

she squinted her eyes at you before she grinned. “were you listening?” 

“yup.” 

“right.” she said as she cheesed. 

there was silence as you both looked at each other, but she inched a little closer to you and whispered. “wanna know a secret?” 

you nodded instantly. anything anything—

“she made me cum really hard after i hit her bong, like i went completely brain dead.” 

and you sucked in a sharp breath at her little secret before saying, “i’m sure…” 

“you’re sure?” 

“yeah.” 

she nodded at you, passing you the blunt she'd been nursing before she scooted back to reach for her bong and lighter off the table. she hit it again and you watched. you watched her so closely. 

“what’d she do?” you asked as you took a bold hit before stubbing it out on the ashtray on the table.

“who? m’date?” she asked as she blew another cloud away from you. 

you nodded much harder than you should’ve, but you were so curious. 

she smiled at you before elaborating, “so… i hit it, i’m choking hard as fuck, but she’s handing me water and rubbing my back and all of that shit.” 

“i finally calmed down, and we both laid down on her bed, we’re like… facing each other,” she explained, trying to demonstrate their movements through her occupied hands. 

remember when you said you didn’t give a shit about this story? you did. you really did. 

“she just starts… rubbing on my arm and stuff. like barely, but i feel it, and i start relaxing. like… it feels like i’m sinking into her bed. she starts telling me how cute i am and whatever and then… she just kisses me. it’s real cute at first,” she said with a gentle grin. 

“but she… she grabs my hips and pulls me closer… i can’t even remember what happened but i end up on my back and she’s eating me out and fingering me,” she’d been looking off into the distance throughout the whole story, but reconnects her eyes with yours, and they slowly drift down to your lips and you want to kiss her so fucking bad—

“when i came, i kinda just… blacked out, i felt like my brain was gonna come out my ears…like, in a puddle or somethin’ crazy,” she had the audacity to giggle at her statement. she didn’t even care about how wet her story just made you, how rude! 

“…but yeah,” she mumbled and nodded, suddenly averting her gaze from your mouth. she leaned towards the bong in her hand, lighting and ripping from it again.

instead of politely blowing the smoke away from your face like she’d been doing, she held eye contact and blew the cloud towards you, and you breathed it in like you wished to breathe her in. she reached to the side to place the pipe and lighter back on her table and looked down at your twitching hands before she asked, “you okay?” 

you nodded slowly and dazed, slowly blinking at her, and she smirked as she leaned closer to you again. this was the closest she’s been to your face, and all you could do was study her. memorize every detail on her face. she's so, so pretty. 

“ellie.” 

“yeah?” she breathed out and you barely heard it. 

“kiss me.” you replied just as quietly. 

she licked her lips again as she looked down at yours. you were nearly panting like a dog and you could tell she was getting off to your desperation by the smirk on her face. 

you leaned closer to her in attempts to close the distance, but ellie moved away before you could. 

so you tried again. 

and she moved away again. and then she leaned back onto her propped elbows, one of her knees bent up. 

“c’mere.” 

you moved before you could think, shifting onto your wobbly knees to crawl on top of her, your hands on either side of her head as she straightened her legs out so you could straddle her waist.

you felt her warm hands grab your hips to squeeze them. you placed your weight on both your elbows and leaned down so you could finally kiss her. you want a kiss! you want a kiss now! 

your head was yanked back before you could connect your lips to hers, and you let out a shocked, wet gasp as you grinded down on her impulsively. you want more more more—

she snorted at your reaction before bringing her mouth up to your ear to whisper, “i want another hit.” 

her hand loosened in your hair as you watched her laugh at you with her head thrown back, a shocked expression on your face. no way she just played you like that!

“fuck you,” you said with an embarrassed pout as you sat up and moved off her lap, sitting the farthest away from her as you could. 

“i know you want to, hand me that lighter,” she said, nodding her head towards the table while giggling. 

you grabbed and threw it at her chest, making her laugh louder. 

hahaaaa i gotchu yall thought they were gonna fuck? SIKE but omg yall make sure to get high byeee

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

I CANT BELIEVE REQUESTS ARE BACK:33 anywaysss!! i had an idea for a lee!han and ler!chan. its a bit silly but it sounds super funny.. so yk how chan chose han first as his first child??? well imagine like there were multiple people waiting to get chosen by chan and he tickled them all the find out which was the most ticklish so they could join. (ofc the most ticklish was han) SO YEAHHH

𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙮:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1.4k

𝙖/𝙣: omg i know there is a 0% chance this would ever happen irl but JUST IMAGINE OKAY also anon i changed it a bit if you don’t mind 😭💔

𝙩/𝙬: mentions of anxiety, temporary anxiety, rough tickling, strangers AU

𝒍𝒆𝒆: jisung

𝙡𝙚𝙧: chan

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s 🐾

“Okay, bring in the next trainee.” Chan sighs, watching a smaller boy timidly enter the room, bowing once he caught sight of the older trainee. 

“What’s your name?” Chan asked rather quickly, not realizing his tone sounded harsh. 

“I-um…my name is Han Jisung, and I’ve been a trainee for three years.” The boy introduced himself quickly, biting his lip probably out of nervousness. 

Chan noticed how quick Jisung was breathing, clearly scared out of his wits but trying to hide it. 

After Jisung had finished his showcase, he bowed again and waited for the older trainee’s comments. 

Chan was surprised to find that Han Jisung was a talented singer and dancer, and he seemed to be interested in producing as well. “You’re quite good.” Chan followed by providing his advice and criticism. 

He watched as Jisung took in all of his comments thoughtfully. “Okay, thank you.” 

“You seem talented. I’ll keep you in mind. Now, come and sit down, you look really scared.” Channie giggled; he was glad to finish the showcase so he could perhaps make friends with the quiet trainee. 

Han timidly walked over and sat next to Chan, crossing his arms and gulping. 

Chan decided to test a small theory out; perhaps he found the perfect idol in the quiet, composed Han Jisung.

“Why are you so tense, huh? Come and sit next to me.” The older trainee patted the area beside him with a warm smile, and Jisung obliged. 

“You know who I am?” Chan asked, Jisung nodding his head quickly. “I’ll introduce myself properly.” He took Han’s hands in his own to soothe the younger trainee.

“My name is Bang Chan, or Christopher in English, and I’ve been training for about seven years.” He explained. “I’m trying to form a group of idols, named Stray Kids.”

Jisung nodded tensely. Chan frowned but continued. “Let’s get a little personal. My friends, they like to call me the tickle monster. Wonder why?”

He watched Jisung flush a little before replying. “Do you like to t-tickle people?” 

Channie giggled. “Yeah, I enjoy it. I love getting people who have cute laughs, you know?” 

He watched Jisung turn a deep red in real time, the boy seemed to get increasingly flustered the more the older trainee talked about tickling. “Y-Yeah.” 

“I like to tickle people when they’re nervous or upset, because then they’re the cutest thing.” Chan continued to speak, grinning when Jisung squeaked while nodding. 

Jisung tried to pull his wrists back, but suddenly realized the older’s grip of his wrists had become tighter the more they had talked. 

“You’re so tense, Hannie.” Chan whispered. “Is it okay if I call you that?”

Jisung nodded meekly.

“Hmmm, you’re still being quiet. Guess I have to loosen you up a bit.” Chan smirked before yanking Jisung’s arms up, the frail boy was so easy to pin, weak to surprise and pure strength.

Han squealed in surprise, eyes widening. Clearly, he didn’t expect the older to do that. Chan pushed his arms back so he was lying on his back on the soft couch. 

“What a cute sound~” Chan cooed, “You’ll have to make some more for me, yeah?” 

Hanji turned beet-red, flustered. “H-Hyung! Why…what are you doing?!”  

Chan’s finger was tapping his side. “Oh…? Now you can talk?~” 

“Move your finger!” Jisung pleaded, biting his lip desperately when the digit dug softly into his side. 

“Are you ticklish, perhaps?” Chan whispered quietly in a teasing tone, his hand tracing around Jisung’s left side. 

“N-No! I’m not ticklish, hyung—DON’T!!” Jisung yelled suddenly, Chan’s finger stopping at the hem of his shirt. 

“That’s the loudest I’ve heard you.” Chan laughed. 

“Do you want this, Hannie? Do you want me to make you laugh? I bet you’re so cute underneath all that nervousness, aren’t you?” The older cooed in a baby voice, Jisung giggled breathlessly in anticipation. 

Han was sure his face could be compared to a tomato, but he nodded anyway, freeing his hands to cover his face shyly.

“Aweee~” Chan smiled sweetly at the boy beneath them. “You’re so cute…maybe I should tickle you, hm?” 

Jisung squeaked and smiled softly underneath his hands in anticipation. He only then realized how badly he really wanted Chan to attack him, to make his hands flutter all over his body to make him laugh freely. 

“Please?” He whispered. “Hyung?” He looked up at Chan, and the older hummed in response. 

“What are you doing?” Jisung was still laying on his back, and he looked around to try and catch what Chan was whipping his head around for. 

“Nothing. Let’s start, shall we?” Chan asked. “Can you be a good trainee and keep your hands up?” 

Jisung flushed again. “H-How will I do that?” 

“Try for me?” Chan asked sweetly, and how could Hannie say no?

“Okay, I’ll try.” It took a few tries, but Jisung managed to fully outstretch his arms after giggling and pulling his arms to his sides when Chan wiggled his fingers in front of his face. 

“Hyuhung!!” Jisung whimpered when Chan massaged his sides gently. His arms shook with the effort of keeping away. 

Hannie bit his lip and twisted to the left, the tingly sensations shooting up his nerves and leaving him snickering through his teeth. 

“I thought you weren’t ticklish?” Chan asked with a happy grin, moving to the quokka’s lower belly. 

Jisung laughed gently, the soft sensations making him happier than he had ever imagined. “Hyuhuhung plehease!”

“You’re so cute, Hannie! You’re perfect.” Chan decided, continuing to gently tickle the boy beneath him before moving his hands up his shirt gently. “Is this okay?”

He continued when Hannie nodded softly,  massaging the quokka’s soft tummy before moving to his ribs, digging in harshly. 

Jisung let out a loud shriek, cackles pouring from his lips as his hands shot down immediately, gripping the older’s hands and kicking out behind him. 

“OKAHAHAY OKAY OKAY!! AAAHAHAHA!!” Jisung squeezed his eyes shut, smile wide and cute, making Chan practically melt above him. 

Channie gently pulled Han’s hands back above his head to gently remind him to keep them there, tickling around the soft sides of his chest.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!! AGH IHIT TIHIHICKLES!!” Jisung screeched, keeping his arms up and resorting to gripping his hair tightly on top of his head. 

“Does it really? I’m not even doing much.” Channie gaped with delight. “You’re so ticklish!” 

“AHAHAGH SHUHUHUSH!!” Hannie demanded, cheeks turning red in embarrassment. 

“Okay, okay. Flustered baby.” Chan scratched around the quokka’s armpits gently with his longish nails, watching the boy beneath him scream and fall apart, arms trembling.

“NAAAHAHAHA!! STAHP!! STOHOP IHIHIT!!” 

“Little break for quokka~” Chan sang, letting up and slipping his hands out of Hannie’s shirt.

Jisung panted and rubbed at his torso, out of breath from his constant torment.

Meanwhile, Chan turned and adjusted to sit facing the younger’s legs, which kicked out lightly under his attention. 

The older trainee used his knees to separate Jisung’s legs, thighs trembling in anticipation. 

“Hyung…” Jisung warned, gasping when Chan slid a finger up his thigh. “I really can’t handle it there!” 

“But I really want to!” Chan whined, pouting. “Please?” 

“No!! Hyung!! Please, don’t!” Jisung pleaded desperately, squealing loudly when Chan scribbled up both inner thighs at the same time. 

Channie thought for a second. Hannie’s thighs were like a blank canvas for him to scribble and scratch on, probably sensitive enough to send him ballistic. How could he miss this chance? 

“Eh. I’m doing it anyway.” Chan shrugged.

Jisung opened his mouth to protest, the sound leaving his throat in a strangled scream as Chan grabbed his left knee with one hand and raked up and down his left thigh with the other. 

“AGHHHAHANOHOHO STAHAHAP STAHP STOP!!” Jisung squealed with laughter, Chan’s fingers tickled so torturously along his left thigh, causing him to let out boisterous bouts of hysterical cackles.

“Nah. You’re too cute to.” Chan deadpanned, switching sides and relishing in the quokka’s drawn out screech to let up. 

“PLEHEHEASE HAHAVE MEHEHERCY!! I CAHAHANT AHHAHA!!” 

“Oh? But you can…” Chan switched to scribbling over both thighs, watching them tremble under his touch while Jisung tossed his body around behind him, pounding the couch with his fists and screaming his head off. 

Jisung panted, breath suddenly taken from him as he felt tired and exhausted. He pounded three times on Chan’s shoulder to signify defeat; the older letting up immediately and smiling down at him. 

“You are the most ticklish person I’ve ever met. And the perfect idol.” 

Jisung nodded while gasping for breath, eyebrows furrowed in a confused manner. 

“Welcome to Stray Kids.”

for @sungsbunny

[strawb3rrysweetheart]

Hi, I'm not sure if you requests are open but I'd like to ask for a Lucifer Morningstar x oblivious! fem! reader. He met her when he visited the hotel and was immediately intrigued when Charlie told him that she was a a fallen angel. Later on he decides to court her but she is oblivious to his advances. Fluff! Have a good day/night!

OMG YES REQUESTS R OPEN!!!!! this is adorable I will get to work<3

CW: fluff, assumes reader has long hair, lucifer flirts like a gentleman, and a dork (if you disagree, fight me), Lucifer and reader speak fancily .. Lucifer is cliche, and reader LOVES astrology. :3

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Lucifer had decided to join his daughter at the Hazbin hotel, I mean he hadn't had as much time with her as he liked, which is probably one of his biggest regrets. He loves his little girl. So, He visits, he wanted to move in but that's a big step and seeing how many people were there it kind of stressed him out. So today was one of Lucifer's weekly visits. As he enters the hotel, He is confused to see someone there he's never seen before. It catches him off guard. He had been getting close with everyone and now there was someone new to get to know! Even if she seems a bit.. different then everyone else. Lucifer decides that he'd leave them alone for now, besides Charlie was his daughter and therefore his priority. "DAD! DAD! DAD!" Charlie chants as she runs up and hugs him "Guess what!!! We have a new resident!!! (Name)!!!! And she's a fallen angel too!!" Charlie squeals. Lucifer chuckles before pausing. "Fallen angel?? There's finally another one.." He knew Vaggie was there. And I mean she's nice, but that's his daughters girlfriend, its weird if they were super close.. But now there was another one, one who he could befriend on a more personal level. It'd be nice to have someone who understood him.. Charlie dragged him over to you. Your long hair.. the way your eyes shine.. your wings still being fluffy like an angels. God.. she's gorgeous.. He walks up to you "You're (Name) I assume?" He takes your hand, and kisses the top of it. You look at him. "Yep! That's me, You're Lucifer I presume?" You ask. He nods with a nervous grin. It'd had been far too long since he's attempted courting someone... What if they did it differently now? He attempts to regain his confidence, (And fails) "Yes, I assume you've heard of me? Perhaps how gorgeous I am? Or how I was god's favorite?" He says, his pride slightly coming out. "Though I'm not as gorgeous as you my lady.." He smiles, looking up at you. (the height difference goes crazy) You look at him. You're expression impossible to read for him. "Well I mean, Yeah I have heard your stories about being gorgeous and god's favorite, but you think I'm pretty?" You smile slightly.. and god does he want to be the reason you smile so much. He wants to be the reason you smile, blush, laugh. He wants to be the person you laugh, cry, and share everything with. "Why of course I do, I mean, Angel, You're the most divine women I've gotten the privilege of gazing upon" Lucifer praised, god he was not kidding. He was so wrapped up in the moment he forgot Charlie was right there. She just steps away quietly. 'At least he's happy??' Charlie thinks. "You think I'm divine? But.. Heaven thinks I'm scary" You utter. "How could anyone see such beauty and fear it? I know beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but they are such fools for missing your bewitching appearance.. Utter fools for missing such a gem" Lucifer gushed with joy that she hadn't shoved him for being so forward.. "You're so kind, Dear Lucifer.. I wonder, what's sways you to proclaim these sweet nothings to me? For you have just met me, so surely there's something I offer you for you to be moved by one you do not know" You inquire, wondering what moves him to create such beautiful words. "Its a very simple answer really, I want to get to know you better" He explains. You simply nod, agreeing that you should get to know each other I mean his words don't mean anything. Right?

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Over the next weeks, You and Lucifer had grown close. Through all of Lucifers attempt to flirt with you, You never seemed to pick up on it. No matter how obvious it was. It was infuriating, Yet of course he couldn't bring himself to get mad at you. Today was the day he was going to finally confess. He sits on the balcony of the hotel. A trail of roses leading to the balcony. Where lucifer sits, on a blanket, with a telescope facing at the stars. His heart was racing, yet strangely he felt calm, everything was still. He knew you were about to show up any minute, it was nerve wracking, yet the thought of you calmed him down. You start following the path of roses, untill you reach lucifer. His face flushes. You smile softly. "What's all this lucifer..?" You question. He opens his mouth but nothing comes out. "I-.. Its for you.." Lucifer explained. He ushered you towards the telescope. He watches your face light up. "How did you know I love the stars???" You ask excitedly. "You told me once, that you loved the stars, they bring you comfort because they're constant. Even when they move, its always predictable." He recites the reason you love the sky so much. You felt your heart warm at the fact he remembered some random detail about you. "Oh, yeah I forgot I told you." You chuckle softly, slightly embarrassed that you forgot. "Would you like to look at the stars my dear?" He asks. You nod. You spend the night looking at the stars. Laughing at each others jokes, smiling, just enjoying each others presences. Everything just felt perfect. After a few hours of looking at the stars, Lucifer rested his head onto your shoulder; while you continued to stare at the stars. "(Name), Angel, I think I love you" He blurts out, not making eye contact. You pause everything. You feel your cheeks flush. The king of hell himself, the first fallen angel, the most gorgeous man you know, the man you've slowly started to like, thinking he didn't like you back, does like you back? You're on cloud nine. While lucifer is internally panicking because he's not looking at you, and you haven't replied. "I.. I love you too" You say softly to him. He bolts up. "Really?? This isn't a prank???" Lucifer asks, nervous, he's not used to people liking the real him, which you've grown to know. "Yes Luci, I love you" You smile, the smile genuine, everything just feels so right. Like this always was meant to be. Lucifer then presses a soft kiss on your lips. You kiss back, you are slightly unsure of your abilities since you haven't had much experience, being in heaven your whole life. Lucifer pulls away. "God.. you're perfect, I'm so glad I can finally say you're my angel" He grins, happily, both your hearts are racing. You grab his hand and squeeze it. This feels straight out of a fairy tale.. god its glorious.

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"So.. How;s the big demon himself's dick, sugartits?" Angel dust asks once you tell him the news. To which you yell from embarrassment. "ANGEL." You scream. Completely bright red. Both him and lucifer are laughing their asses off. "Its not funny!!!" You huff. "Guys.. Lets be respectful of (Name) and My dads relationship privacy please" Charlie says, trying to calm the group down. Its no use. Niffty runs up to you. "So you're dating the ultimate bad boy.. hehhe I'm jealous." She grins, before running off to kill a bug. Sir pentious just claps. Husk and Vaggie both nod in acknowledgement, not really caring, but happy for you. Alastor just rolls his eyes, not truly caring all that much, he thinks angels, especially the fallen kind are extremely annoying. You smile. God, You love this group of dumbasses

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1,269 wordz!!! Sorry if its short, and if anyone'z out of character,, I try, lolz, BUT YAYYAYYAYA I HOPE YOU ENJOYYY!!!!!!!!!! REQUESTS ARE OPEN O.o

[strawb3rrystar]

haaaii!!! omg im a little nervous lol! we recently became mutuallss and i could NOT resist sending in a request I love love love your writing!!! ☆ helluva boss request because autism wins!!

maybe a striker x imp reader? readeris apart of the i.m.p, this can either be set in 1×05 or after. reader's IS insecure enough to fall for strikers manipulation. i would prefer a gn they/them reader, but im fine with a fem reader 2!! yippee for angst

Spring remedy.

Pairing: Striker x GN! Imp! Reader

Warnings: Nothing really, Striker calls the reader 'sweetheart'

Word count: 715

✰Masterlist

You take in the warm Wrath air as Millie greets her parents. You don't pay attention that much until you hear the loud stampede of hooves. Your head moves in the direction of the sound to see the amazing cowboy-hybrid come into view. Your eyes visibly widen when you see him. He was almost majestic like, fixing his hat when he dismounted from his horse.

You watch him talk to Millie, then Blitz. You find yourself becoming more intrigued the more you look at him. When the conversation switches, Striker turns to you. "So, you do free work too?"

He asks, making you blink a few times "Oh, we don't do free work at I.M.P. We're actually assassins."

Striker raises an eyebrow at that "Wow, an assassin, huh? That's pretty impressive."

For some reason, you feel a pressing heat on your cheeks suddenly. Striker gives you a light nod before turning away from you.

You tune out Millie's and Moxxie's conversation as the winners for the Pain Games are announced. Your boss and Striker won of course. Putting the other competitors to shame. You watch as Striker pulls out a guitar and starts singing a victory song. You feel mesmerized at the sound. Your tail twitches when Striker winks in your direction.

You didn't even notice when your boss sat down beside you. Startling you to no end when he starts speaking very loudly all of a sudden. You shake it off, though, ignoring Blitz to pay attention to Striker.

When you get back in the house, you decide to go to the upstairs bathroom. Once you reach the top of the stairs however, you see a glow coming from one of the doors. This peaks your interest and you walk closer to it. Slowly turning the knob, the door opens under the weight of your push.

You quickly figure out that the source of the glowing was from an angelic gun. You take a careful look at it, having never seen anything like it before. Then you hear the door close behind you, making you jump in surprise.

You turn to be met with the face of Striker. Just now noticing how much taller he was then you. Your panic mode kicked it and you get into a slight fighting stance. "Relax. I'm not gonna hurtcha."

His smooth, velvety voice makes you want to relax. You don't know why. It goes against everything you stand for. But you feel as if your body is acting on its own. Striker walks up to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. "What do you think I am?"

Was that a trick question? Either way, you answer uncertainly. "A farm-hand?"

He responds with a slight chuckle and then some words "Well, I can be. But I'm really an assassin."

You blink in surprise, looking back at the gun. Then the realization hits you. "Were you hired to assassinate Prince Stolas?"

He laughs again, his tail swishing behind him. "That's right, sweetheart." Striker dips his head down a little, getting closer to you. "We could work together, you know?"

Your body tenses, your tail curling slightly. "I can't.. do that to Blitz.."

A slight frown is etched on his face, his grip on your shoulder tightens. "And why is that? What has that blue-blood Prince ever done for us?"

You shake your head firmly. "It could effect Blitz. Whether that be emotionally or financially, he'd get hurt. And I don't want to do that.

You push Striker's hand off your shoulder and walk past him towards the door. Until his voice makes you freeze. "They don't care about you. They've barely even talked to you since you got here."

This makes you think. Like really think. Did they care about you? They never seemed to show it if they did. "I care. Which is why I want you to join me."

Your body feels like it moves on its own again as you turn towards him. This makes Striker grin. "We could be rich, famous and powerful together."

He offers his hand to you. You hesitate for a second before taking it. Striker pulls you towards himself. One of his hands finds your waist. While his other hand grabs your chin. "Good. You made the right decision, sweetheart.

Star's notes -> Hiii! I'm pretty sure you're @/sunshines-bright and I think your blog is super cool! (If ur not i'm sorry)

(Thank you, sweet anon, for requesting!) (Requests are open!)

Taglist -> @samohxt2-0 @sunshines-bright @astrolovedy @saints-wrapped-in-plastic @sweetadonisbutbetter | Join the taglist

[choccy-milky]

Hi Darling! First of all.. OMG I REALLYYY REALLYYYY LOVE YOUR FIC ♥️♥️♥️! I've been a silent reader for too long and this is the first time I came to the surface to thank you for this amazing fic and art that you've made.

I also have gathered my courage to ask you this. But headcanonically (if that's even a word but wtv 😭) in your fic world. Did Sebastian ever court or interested in someone before Clora? I had a wild thought that he was into someone and had courted them but wouldn't last long because he had to take care of Anne and this lass he courted was tired of his rambling about Anne this and Anne that. Sebastian decided that they should end things because not appreciating Anne means not appreciating him.

And when he dated Clora. He met her again. She desperately wants him back and apologises (She does have another intention though). He declines because he's already ill with her and is now crazy in love with our darling Clora. He chooses not to tell Clora about this. But I wonder what happened if Clora knows tho.

ANYWAY! THANK YOU FOR READING MY LONG ASS WILD THOUGHTS BUT I AM AN ANGST GIRL IN THIS ANGST LIFE. 😭😭😭💙💙💙

AW THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME💖💖IM GLAD TO HEAR IT💖💖 AND OK its funny you bring this up bc i actually planned for sebastian to have a bit of an internal monologue in my most recent chap about the girls he's had a crush on (before clora--omg... B.C), but i ended up cutting it out because it was part of a deleted scene. but no seb has never actually dated/courted anyone before clora, tho he defs did have crushes....but if he WAS with another girl before clora....🤔🤔hmm🤔🤔 i guess it would depend when in their relationship clora found out? if it was at the beginning when clora was still really shy/nervous/self conscious, it would obviously make her even moreso, and she would have compared herself and wondered if she was good enough and if she was doing things right. and i feel like that early in the relationship, if that other girl DID come back and try and get with seb, clora might actually be worried they'd get together again, esp if she ever saw them talking (kinda like the lawley situation, but in reverse BAHA) if it was NOW though and clora just suddenly found out....LMAOO oh boy. she'd obvs be like why did u never tell me, and itd go something like this: seb: "it was brief enough that i didn't see any point in mentioning it--we hadn't even snogged." clora: "well, it just so happens that i was with a boy before you, too. but we hadn't snogged either, so by your logic, i guess you don't care." seb: ".........." seb: "........alright, point proven." (and then seb would be all worried and confirm that she hadnt actually been with anyone before him/that she was just messing with him, and shed be like LMAO YES IT WAS JUST FOR ARGUMANTS SAKE OBVS) anyway clora might be sad for a bit but she'd get over it pretty quick, since she knows seb is so devoted to her/hed make it a point to be a huge simp for her to show her he has no leftover feelings for anyone else LOL (like how he was after the relic incident & during her period) honestly its just hard to make clora jealous in the first place, bc seb is such a mega simp for her LMFAO. and aS HE SHOULD BE!!!👇🧎‍♂️

[freshbakedbreadstick]

No. 1 Party Anthem - Mikey Berzatto x F!Reader - Chapter One

Past!Mikey Berzatto x F!Reader

Carmy Berzatto x F!Platonic!Reader

Richie Herimovich x F!Platonic!Reader

Summary: You finally grab the bear by its ears and face it head on, despite all the unanswered questions. 

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of the content. Heavy spoilers. Mentions of self harm, grief, death, mental health issues, strained relationships, smoking.

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: OMG thank you all for all the kind words and love ! ! ! I'm gonna b honest with you all, after i posted the prologue I completely logged out of my account for the week LOL I was SO nervous abt it and so I just left it alone 😭 but I'm back with the first official chapter ! Also, I am opening the taglist for this series, so please let me know if you want to be tagged ! Thank you to one of you lovely readers for asking about that ❤️ your comment was very appreciate bc tbh I completely forgot abt even considering making one 💀 thank u babes ily and I hope you all enjoy !!!

Taglist: @marysucks-blog

PROLOGUE / MASTERLIST

The rumble and honk of a car driving quickly down the street took you out of your thoughts. 

Here you were, once again, on the sidewalk and across the street from The Beef. This time, it was not some odd hour of the night but rather 4 o'clock in the evening. 

After tossing and turning all night long, you rose early that morning much to the insistence of your mom and dad, who were very much eager to get you to reunite with Natalie, with bags under your eyes and stiff joints. You trudged around the house, jumping at every small noise that somewhat resembled the notification sound of your phone, before finally giving up and plopping down on the sofa to send Sugar a text. 

'Hi Sugar, it's me. Nice to talk to you again. I'll swing by The Beef at around 4 if that's okay with you.' 

About 5 minutes later, a loud buzz made you drop a glass of water to the floor.

'Of course! I'm so happy to hear from you! I can't wait (:' 

You could feel a pit forming in your stomach as you read the message. You can practically hear the way her voice lifts in excitement as you read it. To make matters worse, the smiley face felt like it had a mind of its own and it was taunting you. It practically said 'Remember the good days? Remember how close you and Sugar were? Before everything happened?' 

With a shallow breath, you threw your phone onto the nearest soft surface and scooped the broken glass up with your bare hands.  

Your parents fussed around you all afternoon before you left. At first, they said it was to make sure you were okay with going over there but it became pretty clear that they were pretty much just making sure you weren't going to back out. While you understood why they were chasing you around like a chick chased their mother hen, you got tired of it really quickly.

"Mom, I'm serious, I'm okay!" You insisted, pulling your shoe on and pausing at the threshold of the front door. 

"Are you sure? Do you want us to come with you? How about you let us drive you-" 

"I'm fine!! I'm going now!" 

With a sigh, your mother glances at your father before nodding, "Alright honey, be safe." 

With a weak smile, you headed off. 

And now here you were, finding yourself halfway down the street and being honked at by someone in their car. 

Snapping back to the present after replaying your hectic morning, you jump at the realization that you were unconsciously halfway across the street and heading towards The Beef.

"GET OUT THE WAY!" The person in the car yelled, sticking their head out the window. 

You ran to the sidewalk and half slammed your body against the wall, chest heaving. You had no idea what took over you and made you move without thinking but here you are now, in front of the same place you vowed to never be at again after Mikey's death: The Beef.

"Fuck…" you murmured to yourself, trying desperately to catch your breath as you closed your eyes. 

Focusing on the sounds of tires on pavement and rustling leaves on trees, you took a breath. You counted from 1 to 100 and then back to 1 again. You then opened your eyes and counted 5 things you could see, 4 things you could touch…

With a hard swallow, you turned around, ready to walk to the front door now. It was past 4 now but from the messages you got earlier from Sugar, you knew that there was 'no rush' and to just 'come in the front door'. 

"I can do this, I can do this…" you whispered to yourself and lightly jumped in place, hyping yourself up. 

You pushed forward, rounding the corner of the wall and to the front door, when BAM! Some guy just slams into you. 

You fly backward, stumbling as you try your hardest to avoid falling onto the pavement. 

"Watch it, idiot!" Some guy in a high vis vest barks at you before marching away with a wrapped sandwich in his hand. 

You stare, mouth open in silent shock and confusion, unable to respond. If this guy had bumped into you about a year ago, you would have practically beat him up yourself. Mikey would've had to come out of the restaurant and drag you off the guy, laughing and cheering all the way. His strong arms would wrap around you and somehow lift you up and off, voice husky in your ear as he alternates between voicing good humored apologies to the guy who had the misfortune of being an asshole to you and murmuring about how hot you looked while you defended yourself.

But in this moment, all you could do was regain the little confidence you had and go back to the task at hand: walking in. 

You swallow before standing up straight, plastering on a faux confident but cool grin onto your face. With your head held high in a way that you used to do but doesn't feel like you anymore, you jam a fist into your pocket and use your other free hand to push the front door open and waltz in. 

Cooly, you scan the empty restaurant. It seems like the lunch rush was very much over by now and the last customer for a while before the dinner rush had crashed into you and left moments before. So now, it was just you and The Beef. 

"Give me one sec!" A loud and charmingly obnoxious voice yelled from the kitchen. 

Your facade slipped as you heard this voice. Instantly, your shoulders sagged as you let out a quiet but pained laugh under your breath. 

The booming voice of Richie got louder and louder as he came out of the kitchen and to the counter, "How can I help you-" 

He paused. You immediately stood up straight again, a wide and sly but fake grin spreading over your face. 

Richie blinked, frozen. His eyes were wide and mouth had dropped slightly open.

After a couple seconds, the awkwardness started to set in for you, prompting you to speak up, "Jesus, Richie, you look like you've seen a ghost." 

In an instant, Richie snapped back to reality with a grin on his face, "COUSIN!" 

You winced at the volume, apparently not being the only one as you heard a couple muffled groans and protests from the kitchen as well as someone saying "what?!"

Richie threw his arms out, wide, before dropping them and racing around the counter to you. With a laugh, Richie's arms enveloped you, squeezing tight. 

You stiffened up immediately, feeling bad for not reciprocating instantly like you used to do. But whether or not that bothered Richie, you would never know because as fast as he enveloped you in a hug, he pulled away. 

"Cousin, what the hell are you doing this side of the country, huh?!" He grinned and placed his hands on his hips. 

"Oh my gosh!" Another voice said. 

Your head whipped to see Sugar at the doorway to the kitchen. She clutched a clipboard in her arms but as both of your eyes connected, she let it fall to the floor with a clatter. 

You can see her eyes well with tears as she raced around the counter to join you and Richie and as she got closer, she blinked them away. A wary smile appeared on her lips as she stood next to you, making her look a cross between nervous and relieved. 

"Richie, give her some space. Oh my gosh, hi!!" Natalie gasped. 

You winced a bit and smiled, "Hey…" 

You wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and stay there forever. 

"Shit cousin, I had no idea you were coming here! If you let us know beforehand, we could've made you a welcome party or, or, or something!" Richie said, ignoring Natalie. 

"How the hell have you been? How was it out west? I heard you got back in town but had no clue you were coming over here to visit!" Richie continued, going on and on and on. 

You stared at him, eyeing the way he looked rugged and much more tired than usual. But Richie was the same old Richie, loud and brash but caring when he wanted to be. 

Your eyes wandered from Richie's frame over to Natalie, who seemed to be analyzing your body silently. Her eyes were filled with worry and her fingers rapidly intertwined with themselves as she gave you a look that meant to say, 'Is this okay? Are you okay?'

You glance back at Richie before your eyes fell behind the two and to the entrance of the kitchen where a crowd had formed. 

And in front of that crowd was Carmy. 

Your shoulders tensed up, visibly enough to make Natalie perk up and whip her head around to see what you were staring at and make Richie go silent. The two glanced at Carmy and, unbeknownst to you, gave him a look of warning. 

Carmy wiped his hands on the towel he had and stared back, silent. His body language was unreadable and you couldn't tell whether or not he was upset at seeing you. Either way, you could feel the hair on the back of your neck stand. 

"Carmy…" you said, voice hoarse. 

You cleared your throat and awkwardly nodded, acknowledging those around him. You recognized a couple faces and others seemed unfamiliar but either way, they all looked at you with curious and cautious eyes. 

After stewing in silence for a bit, Sugar spoke up, "Carmy… say hello". 

Carmy blinked, eyes still set on you making you feel pinned to the spot. You could feel your breakfast swirl in your stomach as his eyes glared into you, analyzing your every move. Finally, he nodded and turned around, making the crowd behind him part like the red sea as he moved back into the kitchen. 

Suddenly, another face appeared in the doorway of the kitchen before yelling out your name excitedly. Fak came racing out of the kitchen, following the same path that Richie and Natalie took, before stopping in front of you.

"Holy shit!," he exclaimed happily, "Your home!" 

Your shoulder sagged. 

Home. 

You were home. 

He giggled to himself, not at all noticing your reaction "I haven't seen you in forever, how are you?" 

"Jesus man, give her some space she just arrived," Richie began, already launching into an argument. 

"What do you mean? I'm perfectly fine!" Fak said, head snapping over to Richie before the two began to bicker. 

Natalie rolled her eyes at them and turned to you, still concerned, "Just ignore them. Are you okay, sweetie?" 

You stood up straight again, wiping the wide eyed expression you didn't even know you had on your face for one with a lazy smile, "Yea, I'm okay." 

She reached her arm out, hesitating for a second to see if you would reject her, before resting her hand on your forearm when you seemed okay with it. She gently ushered you around the bickering men and behind the counter, to the kitchen. The crowd watching dispersed with curious eyes and kind smiles from those you recognized, letting you two pass through. 

As you walked through the kitchen, gulping as your eyes retraced each corner and crevice you had tried to forget about, your eyes stopped briefly to look at Carmy. With his back towards you, he silently chopped some vegetables, seemingly ignoring what was happening around him. 

"Here we are," Sugar said, quietly announcing to you to get your attention. 

You turned and dug your heels into the ground, soles squeaking as you did so. Sugar jumped back and glanced at you. 

"Can we… I'd rather we talk outside." You announce, voice wavering in a way that made your previous confident persona waver. 

Right in front of you stood the door to the office; an office you were very much familiar with as you too had spent many times there. All those memories, all bittersweet at this point, came rushing back; the nights you spent arguing over bills and paperwork with Mikey, the days you came with a bag of donuts from your favorite shop nearby, the intimate moments where your and his lips connected behind the closed door, the moments in which you hid in the office and cried your heart out. 

Sugar noticed the way your eyes had become misty and promptly led you to the back door of the kitchen and to the alleyway.

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, that's okay. We can talk here.” she said soothingly.

Her voice was so comforting, making you feel nauseous. You hated the way that Sugar would always act very motherly, even when you were all kids. 

With a shaky breath, you nodded and smiled anxiously, “I'm okay Sugar, you don’t need to worry.”

Glancing at you, Sugar smiled softly. But her smile quickly dropped when she scanned your features, taking in your face again. 

“You look,” she began quietly, “You look good.”

You chuckled to yourself, knowing damn well that she was wrong, “Thanks, you too.”

Richie bursts out the back door, with Fak in town, still bickering.

“My God you two, just stop!” Sugar yells, getting the two to finally snap their mouths shut. 

Fak playfully salutes Sugar, a knowing look on his face while Richie rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. 

“Yea whatever. I’m just happy to see you again, cousin.” Richie says, directing his body to you, with a tone of softness in his voice that felt so foreign that it made you shiver. 

“It’s nice to see you too,” you said softly, rubbing your hands on your thighs.

It was silent for a bit as the four of you all glanced at one another, unsure where to start and what to say. Each party had so much they wanted to say to each other at that moment, but you knew that the three people standing before you had the most to say to you. 

Carmy came out the back door, silent and unsurprised to see the four of you glance in his direction. He closed the door behind him and stood off to the side, away from all of you. He then proceeded to take out a pack and light a cigarette, quietly puffing. 

“Cousin, did you even say hello? It’s rude as hell to just ignore her,” Richie said, a bit agitated at his dismissive behavior.

Yet Carmy ignored him, staring out to the side and away from you all, his blue eyes flickering, but refusing to even glance in your direction.

You could feel your eyes prickle and your throat tighten, regretting even showing up. Carmy was the one person you haven't seen the longest and here he was, ignoring you as if you didn’t even exist.

“Hey,” Richie barked, taking you out of your thoughts, “At least look at her!”

Richie began to stomp forward to Carmy, making you and Sugar flinch as you watched. Fak moved forward, reaching out to Richie and mumbling quietly to get him to stop. Right before Richie could grab Carmy by the shoulder, Carmy spoke up.

“I’m glad you're okay.”

Your mouth dried up.

His eyes turned to you and all you could see in them was pained understanding. He knew you weren’t okay; an okay person wouldn’t just pack up and leave the night after her boyfriend’s funeral. But, he saw that you were alive and the fact that you showed up here after so long meant something. 

It meant that now you were okay.

“Thanks Carmy” you said, making everyone’s head turn to you. 

Richie rocked his jaw and nodded silently, stepping back from Carmy. 

The three of them watched as Carmy lifted his box of cigarettes and offered one to you. They then watched as you walked forward, arms that had wrapped around your body falling, to grab one. He fished his worn lighter from his pocket, carefully lighting the cig you held around your lips for you, before pocketing it and leaning back against the wall.

You take a deep drag, letting the nicotine smoke fill your lungs before exhaling. It soothed your nerves, reminding you of the moments that you spent outside with Carmy, avoiding the yells from inside the house during a Berzatto family event. 

Suddenly, a deep funny feeling began to strew about in your belly. It felt odd and you tried to suppress it, but you just couldn’t help it. You barked out a laugh. 

It surprised you and everyone, not at all expecting it. You felt your cheeks heat up, horrified as to why you just laughed. 

You breathed in, only for it to come out as another laugh. Your horror was then replaced with amusement, making you laugh even harder. 

Sugar, Fak, and Richie all averted their gazes, a mixture of remorse and shame written all over their faces. 

You laughed even harder, slamming your back against the wall before sliding into a crouch. Your body shook so hard as you laughed, barely able to keep the cigarette between your fingers. 

Carmy looked away, an empty look on his face as he too chuckled to himself. 

After laughing so much that your belly began to hurt, you finally spoke up between dissolving giggles, “What the fuck am i even doing here!?”

Natalie turned her back to everyone, clutching her body in her arms. Fak walked forward and gently placed a hand on your shoulder. You didn’t even look at him as he hooked one of his arms under your arm and helped you up from the floor to stand against the wall again. Your knees buckled slightly as you continued giggling and wheezing in an attempt to catch your breath.

Fak stepped back and sighed softly, watching your chest heave as your breathing began to stabilize. 

An uncomfortable silence fell as you caught your breath, leaving the four of you in limbo to listen to a couple cars pass by and the wind blow softly by.

Carmy straightened up, making everyone except Sugar turn to him. He dropped the cigarette he was smoking and crushed it under his shoe. He then reached behind him to untie the knot of his apron and then moved to his neck where he took it off completely. He thrusted it forward, pushing it to you.

“Okay Chef, break is over.” He said. 

You looked over at him, finding no fear or sadness on his face, before nodding and grabbing the apron. He stepped back and turned, moving to open the back door and step inside. 

Sugar, Fak, and Richie all turned to you.

“Break is over,” you repeated and began to tie the apron around yourself before opening the backdoor and walking back inside. 

[moonlightspencie]

Hello there! Could it be no. 26 with sirius? It somehow reminded me about wanda and vision for some reason. Thank you!

omg yes. this will not be as sad as it is for them, though, because I am admittedly not a great angst writer lolll

pairing: sirius black x gn!reader

warnings: self-hatred (poor bby siri)

26. "I feel you" (list here!)

You knocked on the door of Sirius's room at the Potter's house, determined to try and cheer him up. You knew, of course, that it would be a difficult task. The poor boy was broken, that much was sure. Even his usual cheerful demeanor had diminished in the week prior.

"Sirius? I know you're in there. James told me so," you called out.

Silence.

"Sirius?"

Slight shuffling. "I'm not in the mood for company."

You huffed a sigh at the sound of his muffled voice. He could be so stubborn.

"Sirius, please. I brought you a cupcake from the bakery. The red velvet one you like so much..."

There was a beat of silence before you heard more shuffling. Then the door opened just slightly. His face popped out, immediately looking towards the small box in your hands.

"Cream cheese icing and all?"

"Of course."

"Come in, then," he muttered, barely letting you get past the door before he was taking the cupcake out of your hands. "Mm."

"Knew that'd work," you snorted a laugh, sitting on his bed and ignoring the messy state of the room. "How are you feeling?"

"I love these," he said softly, ignoring your question as he sat the cupcake box on his desk.

"Sirius."

He shrugged. You sighed again.

"Please?" you pleaded softly, looking at him as he turned back around towards you. "I just want to make sure you're doing alright. You've been off this week."

"I've been fine."

"No you haven't. Why do you think James told me to get my arse over here?"

He quirked a brow. "Prongs said so?"

"Yeah. He's worried about you. We know its the anniversary of you leaving..."

"That was two years ago."

"Which isn't a long time," you affirmed.

He fell silent, leaning against his desk with his arms crossed over his chest. You sighed softly now, tilting your head a little as you observed him. He chewed on the inside of his mouth, that little nervous habit he always did whenever he felt uncomfortable. You stood up, walking near to him slowly.

"Hey."

He hummed in response, still chewing. You reached up, smoothing your thumb over his lip to stop him.

"You're gonna hurt yourself," you mumbled quietly. "It's okay to have bad days and weeks. Just... don't push away your friends. We care about you, you know that?"

"You shouldn't."

"What?"

"You shouldn't," he shook his head. "I'm a mess. I always have been."

"Sometimes, yeah. But have you met me? Or Remus? Even James sometimes? We're all messes, but you still love us," you reasoned with him.

"I'm worse. I'm... I'm hardly a person."

"Yes you are. Don't say that."

He fell quiet again. You reached out, touching his chest.

"What are you doing?" he mumbled, slightly whiny.

"You know what I feel?" you ask, hand over his heart and feeling the steady thumping of it again his ribcage. "When I feel your heart like this, and can feel your warmth, and see you up close like this."

He lets out a breath, shrugging a little. "I don't know. Some thumping? Fact that I'm somehow still alive?"

"I feel you."

He glanced up, just slightly enough to see your face to make sure you weren't joking or... or... well, he wasn't exactly sure. Nobody had ever been so sincere with him before.

"Seriously. Just you," you reaffirm.

He blinked a few times. "You know I love you?"

You smiled a little. He always used that phrase, but that may have been the first time he had said it so gently. Your hand slid up to his neck, thumb gently rubbing his jaw.

You decided this time, that if he could be soft and honest, you would be too. You uttered the words back to him, meaning it in a way you would have never admitted before.

"I love you, too."

[paingoes]

Destroyer is afk

(Masterlist)

another sherbet colored update. i really love simulating internet speech in writing i think its so fun

(Content: death mention, past trauma, self loathing, comfort??)

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no posts in a month its over

they got him omg </3

Did indy fucking die?

RIP INDY

ndhakdvsnnd: can you guys stop saying that im dead  ndhakdvsnnd: also no more leaks until further notice. stop asking.

sunspot: Hey you don’t have to talk to us if you don’t want to but can you please give us some indication you’re still alive? 

sunspot: We’re really worried.

katkittykat: omg look at this video :3

katkittykat: have u ever seen a shark move like that in all ur life that shit is so crazy

katkittykat: hey where have u been lololol

katkittykat: are u mad at me :c

katkittykat: if its somethin i did can we talk abt it ??? 

katkittykat: okk ur making me nervous 

katkittykat: OH SHIT UR BACK

katkittykat: WTF

ndhakdvsnnd: hey sorry 

katkittykat: bro where did u go!!!! D:

ndhakdvsnnd: had to travel somewhere i couldnt bring my laptop

katkittykat: im rlly glad ur ok! 

ndhakdvsnnd: do you want me to send you the next batch

katkittykat: uhh yea only if ur up to it. whenever ur ready :3c

ndhakdvsnnd: i can do it now

katkittykat: ty sweetness

katkittykat: sunny wants u to answer him lol hes having an aneurysm xD

ndhakdvsnnd: okay

ndhakdvsnnd: hi

sunspot: Hey! 

ndhakdvsnnd: kitty said you wanted to talk to me

sunspot: Yes I wanted to know if you were okay because we hadn’t heard from you in a while

ndhakdvsnnd: obviously

sunspot: ?

sunspot: Why is that obvious?

ndhakdvsnnd: how would i be typing if i wasnt okay

sunspot: That doesn’t even make sense ?

sunspot: I assumed if you were offline for a month it was because you were either upset or in danger

ndhakdvsnnd: maybe i just have a day job to worry about

sunspot: In that case it would’ve been nice to receive some kind of warning so we wouldnt think you were hurt 

ndhakdvsnnd: i didnt have time

sunspot: You didn’t have time to type one sentence?

ndhakdvsnnd: okay im sorry

sunspot: Look I’m not trying to lecture you Im just saying we were concerned and I wanted to make sure you were alright.

ndhakdvsnnd: okay

sunspot: Everything’s really okay then? Nothing happened?

ndhakdvsnnd: i dont want to talk about it

sunspot: Alright.

sunspot: You know we care about you right?

ndhakdvsnnd: i didnt send a warning because i didnt know i was leaving until the last minute i didnt go by choice

ndhakdvsnnd: thanks for attacking me over it as soon as i got back though 

sunspot: Does it seem like I’m attacking you? 

ndhakdvsnnd: yes kind of

sunspot: I’m sorry then. I didn’t mean to.

ndhakdvsnnd: okay

sunspot: Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?

ndhakdvsnnd: i am just sad okay i am already getting yelled at all the time  i dont need to get it from you too 

ndhakdvsnnd: sorry this is stupid ill shut up

sunspot: No it’s okay! If you’re upset you can tell me that’s what I was messaging you about in the first place I had the feeling something was wrong

ndhakdvsnnd: are you sure

sunspot: Yes positive

ndhakdvsnnd: i just dont like feeling like everyone is disappointed or mad at me all the time i dont know 

ndhakdvsnnd: it would be one thing if i deserved it but i dont know i have been really really trying lately and it doesnt work and it makes me feel bad

ndhakdvsnnd: but i kind of deserve to feel bad so i dont know 

ndhakdvsnnd: im tired

sunspot: Why do you think you deserve to feel bad?

ndhakdvsnnd: a lot of reasons 

sunspot: I don’t think you deserve it.

ndhakdvsnnd: you dont know me though

ndhakdvsnnd: you wouldnt like me if you knew me 

sunspot: Well what I do know about you now is that you are risking your life and sanity to provide us information to help people.

sunspot: Just based on that I don’t think you deserve to feel so bad about yourself.

sunspot: I think the people you’re around are probably really hard on you and its affecting the way you see yourself.

ndhakdvsnnd: im sorry

sunspot: Why are you saying that?

ndhakdvsnnd: i dont know

ndhakdvsnnd: is it okay if i go to bed now 

sunspot: Goodnight! We can talk later if you’re up for it?

ndhakdvsnnd: okay gn

[zoeykallus]

OMG! I just had an idea that would be so cute! What if reader found out the day that the Bad Batch were brought out of their growth chambers (or tubes I think) and decides to treat it like a birthday. Like makes a cake and gets presents and everything. Not sure if good for a headcanon or fanfic but thought it would be cute if your interested.

That is indeed a sweet idea!

The Bad Batch x Reader HC's - Happy Birthday

Fluff! Okay, maybe a little suggestive too...

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You got your hands on files about Clone Force 99. You are delighted to see the dates they were taken out of their tubes. It's kind of a birthday date, and you know exactly what you'll do with this information.

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Hunter

"Where are we going, Cyare?", he asks with a chuckle, as you lead him through the undergrowth on a forested moon.

"You'll see, just a little more patience, we're almost there"

Finally, you arrive at a clearing in the forest. The sun shines through the sun shines through the canopy of leaves above you, onto a picnic blanket. It's a beautiful, remote place, surrounded by blooming trees and bushes.

A large cooler bag stands next to the blanket, containing drinks, snacks and a festive cake. You ask him to sit down and unpack everything.

Hunter looks at everything, amazed. His dark gray eyes widened.

"What's this all about? Are we celebrating something? It's not our anniversary. What did I miss?"

You beam at him and say, "Your birthday, Hunter!"

"What?"

He's pretty puzzled.

"Cyare... I don't have a birthday"

"Yes you do... in a way", you say with a smile and grab something hidden under the cake.

It's a present, a package wrapped in colorful paper. As you hand it to him, he slowly, carefully takes it.

"I don't understand", he says with a sweet but confused little smile.

"I found data about you. About the day when you left the tube. I'd consider it your birthday"

Hunter chuckles, "I didn't even know the date"

"Well, now you do. Open the present, please"

You watch him excitedly as he unwraps the gift and reveals a fine wooden, lengthy case. There is an emblem engraved in the wood.

"No way", he says a little breathless, recognizing the symbol, it's the symbol of a vibro-knife manufacturer, the best one there is.

"Open the case", you say with a wide grin.

Inside is a vibro-knife, probably the finest he's ever seen, it's engraved with his name and the Clone Force 99 emblem.

"Cyare! That must have cost a fortune!"

You laugh softly and say, "It took a while to gather the credits for it, but it's absolutely worth that look on your face"

He feels warm and giddy. It's probably the best gift he ever received and the fact that you made all this for him, even giving him his very first birthday celebration, makes him love you even more.

Hunter smirks at you.

"You know, since it's my birthday, and we are alone for the first time in weeks, I'd have a special birthday wish"

"Oh? Are you even old enough for that?", you chuckle.

"No, but I'm still a grown man"

You beckon him closer with your finger.

"Show me"

Echo

You two sit in a rooftop restaurant on Naboo. You invited Echo and you can see he is nervous the whole time. He knows something is going on, but he's not sure what.

"Relax, love", you say softly, "The reason why we are here is a good thing"

He chuckles and relaxes a little.

The view is stunning, a lake nearby, flora is in its full bloom and the buildings around are so pretty.

After dinner, at desert, he finally asks, "Okay, but why are we here today? Is there something special going on that I missed?"

You can't help but chuckle.

"Echo, my love, would you please relax for a moment?"

"I'm relaxed"

"No, you are not"

"Of course I am"

With a knowing smile, you cock an eyebrow at him.

"I know you good enough to know that you are not"

Echo sighs.

"Okay. Maybe I'm a little nervous. This is a really fancy restaurant, and we haven't had much time for each other lately, so I thought... maybe this is your way of breaking up with me and trying to let me down easy"

You gasp, "What? That's what you thought this is? You were supposed to enjoy this! It's for your birthday!"

"My what now?"

You sigh and wave at the waiter, "Bring me the package please"

As you turn back to Echo, you explain, "I found files about you, with the date of the day when you got out of the tube"

Echo raises his brows then smiles softly.

"Oh, and you thought it's like a birthday?"

"Yeah! Why not?"

Echo's smile widens.

"I like the idea. This is really sweat, Cyare"

The waiter comes with the package and puts it in front of Echo. It's a big box, wrapped in colorful paper.

"A gift? For me?"

You nod.

"Yes. A birthday gift"

He unwrapped it, opened the metal box underneath and looked inside. Echo seems puzzled. You get a bit nervous.

“The color isn’t final yet, but Tech and I thought you’d be happy about it”, you say softly.

Echo blinks, not so sure how he should feel. So far, his arm had never bothered you, or at least that’s what he’d thought.

“That’s very nice but… what am I supposed to do with a dummy?”

You chuckle, “It’s not a dummy, Tech and I would never give you a dummy! Do me a favor, let me install it, and you’ll see what I mean”.

Doubting and a bit reluctant, he finally nods and holds out his artificial arm to you. You unscrew almost all the parts down to the stump that is still there from his real arm. Doing this in the middle of a restaurant earns you strange looks, but you don't give a damn.

“Okay now don’t get nervous this is going to feel weird because I’m connecting the hand to the artificial neurons and nervous system”.

He swallows, but nods.

When you make the connection and attach the arm, his eyes are big. He holds his breath.

“Breathe Echo” you say softly, “Try to move the fingers”.

“I can feel it, I can feel the hand,” he whispers.

You smile at him and kiss his new fingers, make him shudder and give him goosebumps.

"Happy birthday, my love"

Wrecker

You two sit on top of the Marauder. It's evening and the sun is slowly going down at the horizon, painting the sky in beautiful colors. You've prepared a load of snacks and sweets for your man, which he is enjoying with you right now, watching the sky change its colors.

"You prepared all my favorites", he realizes, "Did I miss something? It's not our anniversary, is it?"

You laugh, "No Wrecker. It's just for you. For your birthday."

He cocks an eyebrow at you.

"My what?"

"Your birthday"

"You do know I'm a clone, right?"

You chuckle, "Yes, Wrecker, I'm aware. But I found data on you with the date of the day when you left the tube. I thought we could count it as your birthday"

He grins.

"Oh I get it, nice idea Mesh'la, that's really sweet, thanks!"

He kisses your cheek and bites into another snack you made for him. He's beaming all over, enjoying what you made for him, warmed by the feeling that you think of him in such a loving way.

As the sun is gone and the sky is dark, you light a few candles and say, "The snacks are not all you get"

"Really? What else do I get?", Wrecker asks, excited.

"Tech helped me with it, look up, over there to the mountains"

Wrecker does as you said with wide eyes. Just a second after, the fireworks start. All kinds of colors light up the sky in a beautiful rhythm and composition, Tech had outdone himself.

"Woah!"

Wreckers eyes are so big, and he looks up into the sky like a little boy getting the most amazing gift ever. You breathe a sigh of relief as you see how fascinated and happy he is with this gift.

"Thanks Mesh'la", he says breathlessly, "That's so amazing!"

"Don't forget, Tech did most of the work. I just had the idea and brought the material"

He softly grabs you and pulls you on his lap, wrapping his arms around you, as you keep watching the show.

Wrecker kisses the top of your head and says, "You make me such a happy man, Cyare"

You reply softly, "Happy Birthday, my big guy"

Tech

You wait for him in the engine room. Nervously, you walk up and down the engine room, when he finally arrives.

"There you are!", you say, relieved.

Tech smiles, "Of course. You asked me to come, so why shouldn't I come?"

You chuckle and give him a kiss.

"Now, what's it that you want to show me?", he asks.

You step aside and reveal a new set of tools wrapped in a red bow.

"A gift"

"Oh. Thank you Mesh'la!"

Tech comes over and looks at all the tools.

"These are excellent ones", he says surprised, "High quality. But what's the occasion?"

"Your birthday", you say, smiling.

Tech turns around to look at you, and he sees you holding out a cake to him with burning candles. For a second he wonders where you hid that before, but actually he doesn't care. He gets all warm and smiles brightly at you.

"Cyare, strictly speaking, I don't have a birthday"

"Yes you do. I found a file with the date of the day when you came out of your tube. It's not exactly the same, but I think it counts"

"It is a lovely idea", he admits.

You explain, "Traditionally, you have to blow out the candles and make a wish. But don't say it out loud, or it won't come true"

He laughs softly.

"Such a sweet sentiment. Well, if you insist. But I wouldn't know what to wish for, I'm very happy the way things are, actually", he pauses to give you a little kiss, "I couldn't be any happier"

Your ears and face get warm, and you chuckle, "You are a real charmer, aren't you?"

Tech thinks for a moment, then finally blows out the candles.

He asks, "How about we both eat a piece of this beautiful cake and then, I'll show you how to work with those tools you gifted me?"

"If that's what you want to do on your birthday. It's your day"

He smiles softly, "it would make me happy if you let me teach you a little"

"Okay, I'd do anything for you. I go get plates and forks", you say and kiss his cheek "Happy birthday, my beloved genius"

Crosshair

You thought about it for a while, and you don't really know how to approach it, but you do want to do something for him. He's not the kind for sentimental stuff, but you just hope he'd still be happy.

"What's on your mind?", Crosshair asks, eying you scrutinizing.

Of course, he's on to you. He always senses when something is up with you. Always.

"I got something for you"

His toothpick rolls from one side of his mouth to the other.

"You do?"

"Yes, a gift"

He blinks.

"Why? What did I miss? Is this one of these anniversary things?"

"It's your birthday"

He scoffs with a little smirk, "Kitten, I don't have a birthday"

You shrug and say, "Not in a traditional sense, but I found data about the day when you came out of the tube. It kind of counts as a birthday"

"Hmm", he hums, "If you want to see it like that"

"Yes I do"

He shrugs.

"Fine with me"

You give him a wrapped package. You chose a simple color, a royal blue. You know he wouldn't fancy colorful wrapping.

Crosshair looks at you, questioning.

"You have to unpack it, rip the paper off"

He does as you said and opens the box that's in the wrapping. There is a new silencer of the highest quality for his rifle, as well as high tear cleaning utensils for his rifle.

"That's pretty neat, thanks, Kitten"

He lifts your chin with two finger to steal you a kiss.

"What do you say? How about a celebration? Some drinks, some music, some time alone? Just the two of us".

He uses his seductive voice, and he knows either way, you are not going to say no.

"I thought you'd never ask", you chuckle.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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Spring we need the gem and pearl soulmate meetinggggg it’s literally gempearl week! Or like literally any more updates on the nature lives au im a tad bit obsessed :D

IT'S GEMPEARL WEEK?? omg I have to get this out. Voilà gempearl being soulmates :D it's a little different from the other soulmate meetings but they're special like that. Thank you so much for the ask I'm so so glad you like the au!! You have no idea how excited this made me lol. I hope this works please please don't hesitate to request anything else :D

Pearl’s heart was out of her hands long before they began the game of soulmates.

She could have guessed who her soulmate would be the moment the universe rolled the dice. It wasn’t a question, more like an answer, a definite you are tied to this person that would confirm what Pearl already knew. She loved like she breathed, constantly and needily, and she did not need fate to tell her that.

When she took very little damage throughout the first day, she knew why. When the thud of a shield being hit reverberated through her body, she knew what was happening. When her chest felt light and her face tugged into a smile while she was mining alone, she knew who was offering bright grins to the world like she knew the back of her hand.

She and her soulmate were adventurous people, the both of them touring their walled-off world before starting to settle down. It was only a matter of time before they ran into each other and recognized their unified hearts.

Gem met her with a smile straight from heaven and a tight hug to match. “I was hoping we’d be soulmates!” she said, and even she looked surprised at the admission. Pearl gave her a shoulder bump and didn’t tell her that she knew, she knew they were paired from the first moment.

Pearl tried not to let her gaze wander to Gem’s barely contained curls bobbing in front of her sun-accented face. Her eyes slipped every now and then—she couldn’t help it, not when Gem’s cheeks were dusted pink for no apparent reason. The color suited her, and Pearl couldn’t help but wish she was the one making her that shade.

They were carving out a mine near their barebones base when Gem stopped swinging her pic and turned to watch Pearl. She continued mining a section of stone for a moment, self-conscious, before she gave up and faced Gem with a raised eyebrow. “You’re staring,” she noted. “What’s wrong?”

Gem glanced at the ground, chewing her lip. She met Pearl’s eyes again. “Pearl, can I ask you a question?”

“You’re starting to worry me, but shoot.” The back of her neck started to itch.

“You have to be honest.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you.”

Gem sighed, scuffing her feet on the cobble. “Do you– do you like me, Pearl?”

Pearl noticed suddenly how deeply Gem was blushing. Her face was tinted crimson, the darkest Pearl had ever seen on her. Pearl’s heart stuttered, and Gem smiled weakly. This wasn’t a fair question. It was still the question she had expected.

She didn’t answer right away. “Why do you ask?” she whispered. Her voice came out far quieter than she intended.

“I can feel your heartbeat, y’know. It–” Gem glanced away, as if admitting a secret that wasn’t hers to keep– “it speeds up when you’re looking at me. Which, I am so sorry if I misread it, I just thought I should clear the air, and–”

Pearl reached out and touched her arm softly. Gem fell silent, staring at her, pleading. Pearl took a breath. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

If possible, Gem turned even redder. A nervous smile bubbled up to her face as she rocked back on her heels. “Actually?”

Pearl laughed quietly. “I told you I wouldn’t lie.”

She was certain that if Gem was keeping track of her beating heart, she would’ve felt its drumbeat pattern in accelerando. As it was, neither of them commented on it, the both of them darting looks between each other and the ground, unsure how to proceed. They had matching grins and matching souls, and in that moment, it didn’t matter that they were in a death game. This was the only second that would count.