#and it’s like…. he shouldn’t be there with them! he tried to kill cherry and reki and he has a weird creepy fascination with langa!

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can you write about the reader being either Ford or stans controversially young spouse? Like they're close to their 20s instead of their 60s

Ooh to be their controversially younger spouse what a dream I wish I could live lmao 🤣

Before you became Ford’s spouse, the man would always use the age gap between you two as the sole reason as to why you shouldn’t be together romantically, he’s sweating bullets and loosing sleep over it because it’s just so glaringly obvious to him that you shouldn’t.

However this was all just a cover up for the fact that he did indeed feel things for you in a romantic sense. You were great with Dipper and Mabel, encouraging their passions and even getting involved in them should they need someone to be dazzle in gems or go out into the woods to look for the supernatural.

You even got along with Stan, which was only an added bonus for Ford but still he kept reminding himself that he was far, far too old for you that he might as well have been old enough to be your father/ grandfather! Wasn’t that enough to disturb you?

He knew some people held a liking towards older people but believed it was more for their wisdom and life experience, not the romantic kind.

Apparently it wasn’t because Ford accidentally over heard a conversation between you and Wendy regarding his age;

Wendy: isn’t he too old for you?

You: negative, I love older men. Especially older men who are smart, a little socially awkward and plays dungeons, dungeons and more dungeons.

Wendy: …respect dude.

Needles to say after hearing that Ford’s face became as red as cherries and his worries regarding how you felt towards the age difference seemed to have dwindled slightly, but still he worried that others would view you as weird for being with a man more then twice your own age.

Sure there wasn’t many…worthy candidates to date in Gravity falls but surely he couldn’t be the only one worth your gaze? Mabel must’ve at least tried to set you up on more then one occasion, but according to her you just never seemed to jell with the people she set you up with, saying that you had a distant look in your eyes as though you could be anyone else then at the date.

When Mabel confronted you about it one day, you told her that you liked men a little older then you, Mabel then asked why but you only ruffled her hair and told her that she might see the vision one day. Ford was now being presented with more proof that you would be more then content with dating him, it was undeniable and he even indirectly heard it from your own mouth, so what else could he possibly be held back by?

Fear and rejection from society if they ever were to see you both in a romantic setting?

Then again you both lived in gravity Falls and there were things far weirder than an 20 year old dating a 60 -pushing 70- year old man. And thus began Ford’s new hypothesis; how to win over a 20 year old’s heart.

After you stated dating, you beating the other ladies and men off with a stick because that sexy silver fox was yours! FINALLY! It was your turn to have a sexy older man in your bed!

Other then that you loved being with Ford as no two days were the same, you could be going out with him to look for supernatural as a date, thankfully surviving when Ford got a little distracted by spouting facts on what was trying to kill you both and ending up sat on the porch of the mystery shack and laughing together afterwards.

Or be in his lab and watching him work while admiring how handsome he looked with greying hair and an aging face, but Ford would see it otherwise and become a little insecure and reserved.

‘Don’t you think it weird?’ He’d ask you one day.

‘About us?’ You didn’t have to hear him respond when you knew that Ford was still a little uncertain with your age difference still after seemingly accepting it. You sigh and walked over to him and sat on his lap, making him blush and his eyes widen as you hold his face between your hands.

‘Ford, sweetie I don’t care about what they think, I’m just glad that I got to be with you after pinning for so long. I understand this is new for you but all I ask is that you trust me,’ you kissed his nose softly, ‘and trust in our relationship, there’s nothing weird about it unless you make it weird.’ You add with a smile as Ford rested his head against you, his hands now resting comfortably on your waist.

‘You’re right my sweet,’ Ford said, ‘I’m just worried that you might find someone close to your age more appealing then some old man.’ You couldn’t help but chuckle as you leant further into him.

‘Who could I ever find more appealing than you mr sixer?’ You asked rhetorically, ‘you’re more than perfect the way you are and I’m the lucky bastard who gets to call you mine, so everyone else can stay jealous for all I care knowing I have the most perfect man ever.’ You add as you kissed his lips this time and smiling when Ford reciprocated it with his sweeter, soft kiss.

You probably have moments where you recall something Ford wouldn’t understand and Ford would reference something that was older than you, it’s funny regardless of how you looked at it.

Ford’s body still has aches and pains despite keeping himself healthier than Stanley and so you would help him during these times and coddle him lovingly, while reminding him that he needed to take it easy on himself once in a while.

Ford apologises for it but you only shut him up and remind him that he has nothing to apologise for.

You didn’t treat each other differently because of your ages, if anything you made Ford feel young again and Ford gifted you advice and made you feel just that little bit smarter, which boosted your confidence in yourself. It was a beautiful relationship that was pure and sweet it could give anyone cavities.

Stanley didn’t give a shit you were dating his brother, he knew you liked men above a certain age when you kept eye fucking Ford whenever he walked past you, or how Ford would look at you longingly when you weren’t looking . He saw this shit coming from a mile away as it wasn’t exactly subtle on either end and may have made a bet with Wendy about how soon you’d come to him to announce you were dating his brother.

Stanley won the bet much to Wendy’s dismay.

You saw Ford shirtless once and went apeshit much to his surprise because weren’t people your age into six packs and hairless upper bodies?

Nope, not you, you loved his tummy and body hair that you clung to his side and spent the afternoon kissing his scars and embarrassing tattoos he kept covered in turtlenecks while whispering reassurance that reminded him that you were attraction to him was more then surface level. Ford would return the favour when you had episodes of insecurity would remains you of such by comparing your every insecurity to something beautiful.

Acne? Constellations/ clusters of stars

Stretch marks? Lighting strikes

You’ve got a tummy and thick thighs? Didn’t you know that they(thick thighs) saved lives?!

Needless to say that you came out with a newfound love for yourself afterwards.

You constantly held his hand and kissed each finger to show that you didn’t care about anything but him and his wellbeing, it warmed Ford’s heart as he found to love himself a little more with your help, and in doing so he was able to show you love by kissing your cheek in greeting or making you breakfast in bed or draping his coat over your shoulders when he saw that you were cold.

It was sweet and innocent but still it was enough to have you smiling and feel loved, which is all Ford ever wanted you to feel while with him.

Ford’s love was chivalrous, stubborn and awkward, but you wouldn’t want it any other way as you wanted Ford just the way he was and thrived when you saw his eyes gleam with excitement as he makes a discovery, leading him to grasp your face and kiss you on the lips while holding you close to his chest as he explained what he had done; all the while you stared at him with awe and love because he was really attractive when he was talking about things he was passionate about.

Ford would then catch himself and apologise for rambling but you would kiss him on the cheek and ask him to continue, to which Ford happily obliged, now aware that you were staring at him as though he had hung the stars in the sky.

Ford would find himself looking at you in a similar fashion when you were going on about what you and Mabel did in town, and Ford couldn’t help but hone in on your smile, shining eyes and hand gestures that told him that you enjoyed the hijinks that had happened while wearing the sweater that Mabel made you the entire time.

You’d catch him staring intently at you and suddenly you’re flustered and playing with the sleeves of your bright and vibrant sweater. ‘It’s kinda corny isn’t it?’ You’d ask as Ford chuckles, reaching out to hold your hand reassuringly in his.

‘No, not at all my sweet, I in fact find your adventures with my niece and nephew endearing and sweet. So please continue to tell me how you drop kicked a gnome into Mabel’s leaf blower.’ Ford said and within seconds you were back to being bright and talkative about your adventures of fighting off gnomes, barf fairies and pulling Mabel away from fae traps.

You both were each others listeners and would remember anything and everything said because you actually liked to hear where the other got up to when apart from one another.

Bonus; you definitely have a spot in his journal where he goes in depth of your relationship before ending it with: ‘they’re someone I don’t think I could envision a future without, for they make me young again while loving me regardless of our differences in age and much more. Thank you for loving me y/n, even when I don’t think it’s deserved.’

[mochiwrites]

It’s dark out.

Moonlight casts a softness over the server that isn’t there during the chaos of the day, creating something uncanny and uncomfortable for a game such as this one; softness. It’s not something that lasts, not something that comes naturally here. And yet the moon remains with its soft glow, gentle light sitting around them all like a blanket.

It’s dark out, and it’s hard to see.

It’s just Skizz and him now, their third no longer tied to this Hell. Grian is stuck between jealousy and relief. There is no break for someone like him, no reprieve or rest. The pain of it all doesn’t stop when his lives run out, when he leaves this place—it only continues. It wraps around him, sinks into his skin, his heart. It digs its claws so deep in him that it leaves a permanent mark on his memory. He’s unable to forget any of it.

He has to tiptoe around Skizz when leaving, avoiding stepping on the arm the guy has thrown out to the side of his body. His loud snores grate on Grian’s sensitive ears, and the quicker he escapes the better. He tucks his wings in close as he climbs the bridges, Mumbo’s ecstatic voice ringing loud in his ears with each creak of wood under his feet. Grian holds onto the railings, but his grip is weak, loose.

He doesn’t need to ask himself where he’s going, or even think about it, really.

When he reaches the last of their bridges, he heads up the mountain. It almost feels familiar, like he’s done it one, two, three times before. Cherry blossoms drift to the ground around him, uncaring of the somber air that Grian carries with him. He almost wants to stop and shout at them, can’t you read the room? I lost my best friend today! But he doesn’t. He ignores the tranquility of the petals, ignores how he squishes some under his feet.

Some chests come into view, right at the center of the mountain. He passes by the three parrots, some bit of him happy to see them untouched. He’d have to fix them up himself if they were damaged (and knowing looks would be sent his way the following morning).

He knows he shouldn’t be surprised that no real infrastructure is up here. No base for safety from the night, a small farm or two. At least he’s learned to put torches down to ward off mobs.

Grian moves closer to the center, finding no one else around. Lizzie probably went off to see Joel, and Jimmy… who knows with him, really. That doesn’t matter much to Grian, not in this world where his brother is dead to him.

His eyes roam over to a pink bed, and ah.

Scar is awake, as if he were waiting for him.

Grian’s feathers ruffle slightly as he avoids making a big deal out of it, stalking toward him. The scarred man doesn’t say anything, simply scoots over some to make some room. Grian is quiet as he pulls the blanket back, sliding into place. In this world, he hates how perfectly he fits with Scar. It makes it hard to hate him, to commit to being enemies with him. How is it that Grian can so easily promise his own flesh and blood that he’ll kill him until he’s out of the game—but he can’t keep to being enemies with Scar for more than a session, if that?

It’d be… so much easier if Grian could just hate Scar. If he could kill him without mercy like he does with everyone else and go back to a world where hating Scar is never a need nor an option.

It’d be safer, if Scar hated him too.

(It would’ve been safer for Mumbo, too.)

Rough fingers card through his hair kindly. Grian burns. Something primal and angry and hurt claws at his chest. He lashes out much like a wild animal would, despite having sought Scar out on his own. “I hate you,” he tries to say, tries to keep any emotion out of his voice, tries to mean it.

(He couldn’t help Mumbo. But maybe here—)

Scar’s gaze softens, lacking any hurt. It only serves to frustrate Grian further. “You don’t.” He sounds so confident, so certain of it, like it’s some kind of universal truth that everyone has accepted except for Grian. “I don’t think you could hate me if you tried.” He’s smug.

“I can, and I do,” Grian argues with him, glaring.

“Mhm, and that’s why we’re best friends, huh?” Scar lifts a brow. “Why you gave me the mace and only wanted to ally with ol’ Scar instead of the Bamboozlers. Or why you’re here in my bed, gripping me like I’ll poof.”

“It was an underhanded kill.” Stop looking at me. “I would’ve done that with anyone.” Stop knowing me. “Your bed is the closest.”

Scar’s fingers in his hair don’t stop, soothing and gentle. It feels wrong. “But you didn’t. You wouldn’t have if it was TJ or Pearl.” His lips curl with amusement, “You can’t fool me with any of that.”

Grian doesn’t answer, and Scar doesn’t push.

Instead, he’s tentatively pulled closer, an arm sliding over his waist. It feels so familiar, in a different home, in a tower. Grian can almost imagine the sound of a llama bleating nearby. He huffs some frustrated noise, and lets the familiarity tug him in. He selfishly takes the comfort Scar gives him, as if they hadn’t been at each other’s throats just a few days ago. But Grian is selfish, and he takes what he wants. Scar is selfless, and is happy to give whatever Grian needs.

He exhales silently, right against Scar’s buttoned shirt. He doesn’t speak, so Scar does it for him, giving him an out. He always gives Grian some kind of door. “I put you back to 100/100 reputation with us.”

Grian can’t help but snort. “Did you put the heart back too?” Contradiction after contradiction.

“Oh, that was only for your name. No offense to Skizz but he and I aren’t like that.” Scar’s hand drifts down to the middle of Grian’s back, right between his wings. “I’ll show it to you tomorrow.”

“You probably shouldn’t,” Grian huffs, “might just explode it again if you kill me.”

“Probably. I’ll show it to you anyway.”

Grian rolls his eyes in return. “Better not betray me again then.” It wouldn’t be Scar who does it.

Scar’s eyes hold understanding. Grian almost wants to reach in and tear it out, replace it with the hatred he wants Scar to feel instead. He only digs his fingers into Scar’s shirt. “I’d be a fool to betray you after getting you back today.”

After getting you back.

Grian should be the one saying that. “Whatever,” he mumbles in return. He clings to Scar, allows himself that small mercy, that small kindness. Lips brush his hair.

“Sleep well, G.”

Neither of them say anything more.

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Slashers (plus Micheal) chasing their future s/o and mid chase they trip head first bc of a rock and their s/o just turns around and laughs at them. The slasher just get up and start chasing them again but there s/o can’t stop laughing

I think it’s a funny fic❤️

U don’t have to do this btw

Oh but I want to 😄 unfortunately I couldn't come up with a good scenario for Michael, sorry. If I ever get an idea for it I will add him to thia post

Slashers tripping and falling while chasing their future s/o

Jason Voorhees

Jason is unsure about chasing you, and that’s the only reason why this happens. Usually, when he is *really* determined to kill someone, something like that wouldn’t happen to him; not at Crystal Lake at least, where he knows every stick and stone by heart. He may get his weapon stuck in places, but tripping? No way.

But you… you are different. Really, you don’t seem like his other victims at all. Your only real “crime” is entering his territory in the first place. So yes, Jason isn’t quite as set on killing you. He might even let you get away.

He is debating with himself if sparing you would really be a good idea, when his foot gets caught on a small rock, and he finds himself face first on yet another rock, leaving him with a bloody nose.

You stop and look at him, your cheeks puffed up trying to contain your laugher. But when you try to speak, it just bursts out. Jason, of course, is not pleased, and immediately gets up to continue his pursuit.

Busy laughing as you are, you do not see the rope on the ground, and you quickly find yourself in the same position as Jason, face-first on the ground, with a nosebleed and a bruise on your face.

He catches up to you and you turn around. “I… guess I deserve it now, for laughing at you.” You see the blood dripping from underneath his mask and pull a tissue from your pocket. “Here. Sorry for laughing earlier.”

He hesitates before accepting, and once his bleeding nose is plugged up, he reaches out his hand to pull you to your feet.

Okay, it wasn’t nice of you to laugh at him, but you apologized. And that seals the deal for him; you’re a good one. You don’t have to die.

Vincent Sinclair

He actually trips over his own equipment. No idea *how* you got into his workshop while still breathing; you were probably trying to hide from Bo, only to find yourself face to face with his brother. Once he notices you, he of course grabs his ornate carving knifes and tries to attack you, only for the strap of his apron to get stuck at his chair, which causes him to trip over said chair while trying to untangle himself. And to put the cherry on top, when he hits the ground, his mask cracks and falls off.

You try to bite back your laughter. Unsuccessfully. Still, you decide to run before Vincent can recover.

He catches up to you in the living room of the house. Now maskless, he advances on you while you are alternating between giggles and sobs.

Then you can see him. And just kind of blurt out:“A pretty face like yours really shouldn’t be covered up by a mask.”

He lowers his knives, confused. Are you… *hitting on him*?

Freddy Krueger

Even in a world where he is god, Freddy isn’t quite safe from the little annoyances of every day life. This time, while making one of his usual quips, he makes a small misstep and lands on his ass.

You laugh, all of your fear going up in smoke, and with that, Freddy’s powers.

“Fucking hell”, he grumbles while he pulls himself to his feet. “What, you think I’m harmless just because I tripped, bitch?”

You are doubled over, holding your sides. “Oh really? Cause you don’t look that threatening right now, old man!”

He growls, frustrated that you are *right*. You are in his world now, but he can’t do anything because you’re not scared.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is pursuing you through the walls of his family’s estate, but underestimates his momentum while rounding a corner, which causes him to lose his balance and fall backwards.

You look at the sight, and while the laughter is bubbling up inside you already, you can’t help but feel the protectiveness you have started feeling towards your “charge” flare up.

He said he wouldn’t hurt you. He said he would be good. And really he has never hurt you, right?

Still chuckling to yourself, you walk up to him and offer your hand. “I think I win this round”, you say, trying to play it off as if you were only playing catch.

He looks up at you and allows you to pull him up. “You… were just playing?”

“Of course, would I be laughing otherwise?”

Brahms doesn’t quite believe that, but as long as it means you will stay, he won’t ask any more questions.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba does tend to be a little bit on the clumsy side, so it’s no surprise when he loses his balance while swinging the chainsaw at you. It clatters to the ground, and gets dangerously close to cutting *him* instead.

You quickly grab the handle and turn it off, almost out of reflex, as if the person about to be cut by it hadn’t just tried to kill you.

The ridiculousness of the whole situation makes you burst out laughing. “What am I even doing here?”, you choke out inbetween tears of laughter. Then you shake your head and look at Bubba.

“You okay? The chainsaw didn’t get you, did it?”

He looks at you like you’re a hero. No, he can’t eat you. You saved him. He has to tell Drayton that you’re a friend now.

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Hi! I was wondering if you could write an Angel Dust x reader (platonic). Where the reader is sad and just lying in their bedroom. And Angel Dust tries to give their friend some comfort and tries to make them feel better. Like maybe he does their makeup, they both dress up and go out into the city. And maybe Cherri Bomb joins them💗

Title: Here, Always

Pairing: Angel Dust x reader (Platonic)

Word Count: ~2,716

In which Angel Dust comforts the reader after a hard day with a makeover and a fun night out.

A/N: Thank you for the request!! Not proofread, Pure fluff. Hope you enjoy <3

Warnings: cursing, ooc Angel Dust maybe, not too many descriptors about visual appearance just so everyone can have their own image

Pentagram City wasn’t exactly known for the kindness of its residence. Nor was it known for its tranquility or leisurely pace. It was, however, a fantastic place to be if you wanted your energy and your very willpower to be drained in only an afternoon.

You sighed against your pillow, ignoring the sensible voice in your head that told you to get up and out of bed. You had been lying there for hours, after all.

Unfortunately, a louder voice in your head continued to comfort and coddle you, reassuring you that it was okay for you to remain in bed until you felt whole again.

You liked that voice.

So you burrowed deeper into your blankets, allowing them to obscure you from view and block out the rest of the world in a last ditch attempt to pretend that you had some semblance of control over your life.

Oh, well. At least you were comfortable.

Your door opened with a bang. You shot upright.

“Heya, toots,” Angel Dust greeted as he stepped inside your room. “Charlie wants us to…” he trailed off when he saw your face. “Whatsa matta?”

You blinked in surprise. “What do you mean?”

His eyes roamed over your disheveled hair, your wrinkled clothes, and your unmade bed. “Nothin’, you just look a little…” he looked back up at your face. “Tired, is all.”

You narrowed your eyes. “What are you trying to say?”

Angel held up two hands in surrender, though his eyes kept scrutinizing your appearance. “Ya look like someone put you in a blenda and left the remains on ya bed,” he said bluntly.

You rolled your eyes and flopped back down on your bed, turning away from the spider demon. He was one of your closest friends here in Hell, sure, but that didn’t mean you wanted to stand up to take his insults.

You listened as his light footsteps approached you, but refused to face him even when your bed dipped to signify his presence. 

A gentle hand began running its fingers through your hair. “Hey,” Angel said, his voice much softer than it had been mere moments ago. “Talk ta me. Whatsa matta?”

You wanted nothing more than to lean into his touch and lift yourself up so that your friend could give you one of his all consuming bear hugs. But you still couldn’t bring yourself to move any more than necessary.

“I don’t know,” you admitted quietly. “It’s just been a rough week. I’m tired, that’s all.”

Angel Dust chuckled softly. “Yeah, I get that. Trust me, I do.”

“I know,” you said, closing your eyes once again. “I wish I could kill that stupid moth for you.”

Your friend’s laugh grew louder, much to your content. “I know ya do,” Angel said, his hand still stroking your hair. “Thanks.”

You hummed in acknowledgment.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, enjoying each other's company in a way that you were so rarely able to do with the continuous angelic threats and Charlie’s new ideas for redemption.

Suddenly, Angel’s hand stilled. “Ya know what always makes me feel betta on a night like this?” He didn’t wait for a response. “Goin’ out for the night.”

Your eyes remained closed. “We shouldn’t get drunk, Angel, it’s against Charlie’s ‘redemption pathway’.”

You yelped as Angel gave you a light swat on the arm. “I didn’t mean it like that. We just gotta getcha dressed up and pretty, and the two of us can hit the town and have some fun without worrying about our fucked up lives.”

Truthfully, you were intrigued. You had heard stories about Angel and Cherri Bomb’s midnight outings before his stay at the hotel, but you’d never been able to experience one for yourself. Not because you and Angel weren’t close, of course, but because nights out like that meant risking everything that you had been working for here at the hotel.

You cracked open one eye. “No drinking or drugs?”

“None,” Angel promised. “Unless you’re feelin’ especially rowdy.”

You ignored him. “No killing?”

“Not unless it’s self defense,” Angel vowed.

You opened your other eye. “Just us?”

The grin in Angel’s voice was evident. “Just you and me, doll face. Not Charlie, not Husk, not anyone else. Just us. Come on, it’ll be fun.”

You sat up slowly, propping yourself up against your headboard and glancing over at Angel Dust as you tried and failed to hide your growing excitement.

The two of you hadn’t had a chance to spend time together without one of the other members of the hotel since a year ago, when Lute had come back down to threaten Charlie and everything that she had built now that Adam was gone. Ever since then, all of you had been extra cautious. All except Alastor, of course, but that was to be expected. 

The last time you had spent any time alone with Angel, the two of you had stayed up all night trading stories, both good and bad, about your lives here in Hell and your lives Before. Ever since then, the two of you had been both inseparable and insufferable. You’d even been Angel’s wingwoman when he had asked Husk on their first date.

You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face. “That could be fun,” you admitted.

Angel’s smile matched your own as he jumped up from your bed. “‘Course it does. Come on, we’ve gotta get you ready.”

Your smile dropped as you suddenly remembered your haphazard appearance. “I’m sure I can find something to wear-”

“Uh-uh,” Angel interrupted, shaking his head in disagreement. “If we’re goin’ out, we’re gonna do it right. Meet me in my room and I’ll see what I can do.”

You watched as he walked out confidently, throwing you a wink before he disappeared from your sight. You huffed out a laugh and buried your face in your hands. 

The two of you would probably get in heaps of trouble with Charlie later, but if you got to experience one of Angel Dust’s famous night outs, it was going to be worth it.

~~~

You smiled as Angel Dust carefully ran a comb through your hair. You hummed mindlessly as he worked, his attention focused on getting his work done as quickly and efficiently as possible.

He had already dressed you in an outfit made to draw attention, and transformed your face with a bit of foundation, eye shadow, and blush. The only thing left was your hair, which Angel was being surprisingly gentle with.

You closed your eyes as you silently enjoyed the feeling of the comb running through the strands of your hair again and again. It reminded you of Before.

After a few moments, you opened your eyes again, looking into Angel’s vanity mirror. “I’m not questioning your skills at all, but you’ve been brushing my hair for a while now,” you said with a grin.

Angel met your eyes in the mirror, a sly smile growing on his face. “You looked like you were enjoying it, sugar. Who am I to take away that pleasure?”

Your smile softened. “I was enjoying it, actually. Thanks.”

The demon winked at you before placing the comb down and getting to work on styling your hair. 

“So, where are we going?” you asked, trying to contain your eagerness. “We can go to a club without drinking, can’t we?”

Angel snickered. “Don’t get too excited, toots. If we’re gonna behave tonight, we’re gonna have to avoid some of my regular places.”

“You’ve basically been everywhere in Hell,” you countered. “I’m not worried. We’ll still have a good time.”

Angel stepped back, two hands on his hips as he admired his finished work. “You bet your ass we will. Now get up so we can get this party-”

The door to the bedroom flew open. You and Angel whirled around to face the newcomer as Cherri Bomb sauntered in without a care in the world.

“What’s up, bitches?” she called out as she entered. “I heard we were throwing a party.”

You recovered quickly, grinning back as you stood with your arms outstretched. “Hey, Cherri,” you greeted as you gave her a quick hug.

Angel Dust was close behind, wrapping his arms around his friend before releasing her and slinging an arm over her shoulders. “You heard right,” he said as he pulled her further into the room. “We’re gonna have an all out, hard core-” 

You cleared your throat.

Angel stuck a finger in the air and plastered a false innocent smile on his face. “And responsible night around town.” 

“Hell yeah! I’m in,” Cherri said before looking over at you. “Angel and I know all the best spots in this dump. Get your arse up and let’s get moving!”

“Wait, wait, hold on,” Angel said as he moved away from Cherri. “We were just gonna go out for a few drinks and some dancin’. Nothin’ too big. It was gonna be our night, ya’ know?” He hesitated before gesturing over to you. “Just the two of us.”

A stab of guilt tore through your chest as Cherri’s smile dropped. She was quick to hide it, though, pasting another grin on her face before waving her hand in indifference. “Whateva. Who needs you lot anyway? I’ll have my own night out and let you two know what you missed out on.”

As she turned away, you noticed the guilty grimace on Angel’s face. 

You wanted nothing more than a day to spend time with one of your closest friends, but you knew that neither one of you would be able to enjoy your night with feelings of regret eating away at you. Besides, Cherri was another sinner who had always had your back and understood your past trauma. Why wouldn’t you want to share your night with her?

“Wait,” you called out before she could reach the door.

Both Cherri and Angel turned to face you.

You shrugged and gave a small smile. “The more the merrier, right? I bet three of us could cause a lot more trouble than just the two of us.”

Cherri’s smile grew. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about, bitches.”

Angel shot you a grateful look before clapping his hands together, a devious smirk growing on his face. “Alrighty then. Let’s get this party started.”

~~~

“How did you even know we were going out?” you asked Cherri Bomb as your small group staggered out of a bar. Your third bar of the night.

It probably hadn’t been the best idea to allow Cherri to create tonight’s itinerary, given the fact that you and Angel were two of the hotel’s best chances to prove that redemption was possible. You couldn’t say that you had ended the night with any regrets, though.

Cherri shrugged at your question and shot you a quick grin. “I always know when there's a party goin’ on. It’s like my special skill.” Her smile sharpened. “Well, besides being able to hold my liquor better than you lot.”

Angel shot her a wink as he draped an arm over your shoulder, gently leading your group back to the hotel. “Whateva’ ya say, babes. You comin’ back to the hotel with us?”

Cherri snorted and held her hands up as she backed away from you. “Back with Princess Redemption? Nah thanks, I’ve still got a few shots left in me. You two have fun, though.”

“Will do,” you said as Angel began leading you away.

“And let me know when the next party is,” Cherri shouted after you.

“We will,” Angel called back as he walked.

You looked up at him with a slight frown. “Are we in a rush? I feel like we’re rushing.”

Angel glanced down at you with a raised eyebrow. “What’dya ya talkin’ about?”

You looked back over your shoulder as Cherri disappeared into another building. “I don’t know. We’ve only been out a few hours, and we’ve only been to a few clubs. I thought-”

“You thought we were gonna go bat-shit crazy and ruin our progress?” Angel interrupted with a smirk on his face.

You laughed and shook your head. “No, I didn’t think we’d go that crazy. But I just thought…I don’t know. I guess I thought you’d want to spend more time with Cherri.”

Angel smiled. “You kiddin’? I love spendin’ time with her.”

“Then why did we leave so soon?”

Angel glanced down at you fondly, using his other hand to grasp one of yours so that you were walking hand in hand. “I meant what I said, toots. This is our day, you ‘n me. Sure, hangin’ out with Cherri’s great, but I don’t want you tryin’ to find happiness at the bottom of a bottle.”

You snorted, swinging your hands between you as you walked. “Happiness is me in my bed, Ange, not in a bar.”

Angel pulled you closer, his arm still around your shoulders. “Fair enough,” he said smoothly as he led the two of you back to the hotel.

The two of you walked in comfortable silence for a moment. Demons turned to stare, of course, and some stopped to take pictures. You were walking with the Angel Dust, after all. But even with the extra attention, the two of you felt a sense of peace that had grown almost foreign to you both.

“Did it help?” Angel asked suddenly, looking down at you as you neared the hotel doors.

You glanced up at him. “Tonight, you mean?”

Angel nodded, his expression apprehensive. “I know you ain’t like me and Cherri. You like havin’ some fun, sure, but…'' he looked away. “I know your limits are different. I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”

You smiled gratefully, squeezing his hand. “I’m fine,” you said softly.

And you were. It wasn’t getting out of the hotel that had helped, or even spending a few hours with someone with as positive a vibe as Cherri. It was the fact that your friends were so willing to help you, and the fact that you had finally been able to spend time with the first person in Hell to make you feel safe again.

“I’m glad,” Angel said as you walked through the doors of the hotel.

He led you straight to the stairs with a quick wave and a wink to Husk at the bar.

You laughed as he pulled you along. “Where are we going?”

“Ain’t it obvious?” he asked, a mischievous grin on his face. “The day ain’t ova yet. We’ve got one more thing left on the list.”

~~~

You snuggled deeper into the thick blanket surrounding you on Angel’s bed, scratching Fat Fuggets behind the ears as Angel Dust got comfortable beside you.

“What’d I tell ya’?” Angel asked as he propped his head on his hand. “Perfect end to a perfect night.”

You grinned and nodded, watching as Nuggs walked over to Angel and cuddled him.

Angel embraced his pig, petting him lightly as his eyes roamed over your face in mild concern. “You wanna talk about it?” he asked softly.

You averted your gaze. “Talk about what?”

Angel didn’t respond, his gaze heavy as he raised a silent eyebrow.

You sighed and looked back at him. “I love the hotel,” you said quietly. “It’s great. Really, it is. But sometimes-” you took a breath and closed your eyes. “Sometimes, everything’s just a lot. You know?”

Silence.

You opened your eyes when you felt a warm hand on your cheek. Angel was smiling down at you, his eyes warm. “Yeah. I get it,” he said with a small shrug. “But ‘ey.” He winked. “That’s what you’ve got me for.”

You laughed, moving closer and allowing Angel to wrap his arms around you and Nuggs. “And you’re the best,” you offered.

“Hells yeah, I am,” Angel murmured as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Get some rest, babes. I’ll be here.”

And so, you slept. You slept more peacefully than you had slept in a long, long time. 

And when you woke, true to his promise, Angel Dust was right beside you.

He gave you a soft smile. “I told ya’,” he said, careful not to wake Fat Nuggets. “I’m here.

Always.”

[minnielvrr]

hi💓 i saw that you wanted a scenario. maybe a challenge, or a competition, with lee skz ler skz, the one who can hold on the longest while being tickled, will win. like BTS did in this video👇🏻 https://youtu.be/IWD-9hUnLAI?si=KQoDCVywyIagiu9R

i hope you like it🎀

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A/N: Hii~ Thank you for the request and I'm so sorry it took this long 😖 I honestly have no idea how I ended up writing so much 😅 I hope you guys like it! (hope it's not too long🥺)

Skz were filming a special episode, a little gift for Stays on their birthday. The staff had proposed a challenge of composure, where each member would go through a series of different challenges to see who in Skz had the best composure.

It seemed like an easy win for elegant Felix or Chan at first…but the chick didn’t feel as certain when the first game was announced.

“Each player will take a sip of water and try to hold it for as long as they can while the other members tickle them. You can only use the tools you’ve been given and be creative. Everyone will get 1 chance each. Good luck!” The staff giggled as they announced the final rule: “Only 4 members can tickle the player at a time to keep it fair.”

Everyone got flustered at that. Were they all so ticklish that only four were allowed? The rosy tints on the member’s faces only made the staff laugh harder at them. They played a round of rock, paper, scissors to decide the order.

Chan:

Chan giggled at the excited faces of his kids. Minho and Han were cracking their knuckles in a cute attempt at intimidation.

Seungmin drew a line across his neck as he looked at the leader with unfiltered glee. And oh boy, Chan was so in for it.

He sat down, suddenly acutely aware of every inch of skin that was exposed from the outfit he was given.

“Jacket off, hyung!” The kids called as Chan took a seat in the center. He already felt vulnerable, like he was surrounded by a pack of hungry hyenas.

Chan slowly took his jacket off, stalling as much as he could. That wasn’t such a smart idea though, as the kids only grew more feral the longer he took.

A sneaky hand wiggled down the cut in the back of his shirt and Chan squealed, jumping out of the chair with a shiver.

“Yah that’s cheating!” He spun around to face a giggly Minho who hopped away when Chan reached for his sides. “Just wait till it’s your turn you little menace.”

“You’re not exactly in a position to threaten me right now hyung,” Minho waggled his eyebrows at him, fingers wiggling in his direction.

Channie blushed, trying to keep still when he could swear that those stupid motions set his nerves on fire.

As soon as Chan had taken his sip of water, the kids dived in. A second later the timer started. Felix, Minho, Changbin and Hyunjin were chosen to tickle him and boy oh boy was it bad.

So what the staff had failed to specify was if the other three could help and Seungmin being the smarty pants he was, urged Han and Jeongin to each grab one of the leader’s arms and hold them away.

Chan almost spat his water when his arms were ripped away from where they were glued to his sides. Staring wide eyed at a smirking Seungmin for only a moment before the tickles overtook his body.

The four tickling him cheered at the newly exposed spots and fingers quickly wiggled into Channie’s most sensitive spots.

Minho went straight for his armpits hollering, “One shot one kill,” as he dug into the center with his thumbs, vibrating the fingers in.

Poor Chan squeezed his eyes shut, his back arching off the chair as muffled laughter escaped his throat.

Then Hyunjin and Changbin went for his sides, pressing their fingers in through the tattered edges of his crop top.

And just to add the cherry on top, Felix grabbed at his thighs, squeezing the solid flesh in a way that just shouldn’t feel so damn ticklish.

Channie’s breath hitched in his throat, his lips curling as he tried to hold back. But when Changbin leaned down to blow a raspberry, he gave in, squirting the water straight in poor Lixie’s face.

The chick squawked in surprise, scrambling away, sputtering and begging for a tissue. Chan giggled, both at the younger’s adorable reaction and Minho’s hand that still hadn’t left his pits.

He pushed them away, this time successfully managing to land a poke at the kitten’s side.

“46 seconds….” The staff announced, looking amazed. Chan himself was stunned that he’d lasted that long. He passed on round two when Minho tried to sit him back on the chair.

“Seungmin’s next!!” The puppy shifted his weight nervously, putting on a brave face when Han and Jeongin brought their faces close, looking cocky af. “Are you ready? Are you Seungminie?”

Seungmin:

“Time for revenge puppy.” Chan called, eyes glinting with an excitement that had Seungmin gulping nervously, trying to muster his bravado. He planned to spit the water out the moment the timer started. “Whatever old man.”

“Oh you are SO getting it for that.” Chan fake glared at him, imitating Seungmin by drawing a line across his throat. The puppy just poked his tongue out mockingly at him.

“We’re gonna absolutely wreck you pup. Aren’t you excited?” Minho taunted, a challenging expression on his face that Seungmin met head on.

“Do your worst, grandpa.” He retorted, but the slight quiver in his voice betrayed his nerves. Minho levelled him with a death glare that Seungmin couldn’t help but grin at despite the looming consequences.

“You have to last at least 10 seconds, or you’ll have to go a second time for a minute with everyone.” The staff couldn’t have announced this at a worse time.

Seungmin stared blanky at them for a moment before his attention snapped back to the blatantly over excited faces of his hyungs and maknae.

Maybe it wasn’t his finest idea to taunt and tease them earlier. “W-wait, hyungs, Innie! I’m sohorry— please go easy on me?”

He gave them his best puppy eyes just to be met with scoffs and smirks. Felix pushed him into the chair, presenting the cup of water with impatient eyes.

“We’ll go soooo easy on you Seungminie, don’t you worry about a thing~” Han crooned from somewhere behind him, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Sighing, Minnie took a slow sip of water, accepting his fate.

“Get ready to laugh for us babyy~” As expected Chan, Han, Felix and Minho volunteered to tickle him, while Binnie and Innie caught his hands and held them away.

When the timer started, Han went straight for Seungmin’s stomach, determined to make the younger lose. Chan and Felix went for his sides and Minho clasped his hands over the puppy’s thighs, just above his knees and squeezed.

Seungmin made a strangely warbled noise, throwing his head back and clenching his eyes shut.

But that only exposed another weak spot to Chan, who scribbled eagerly at the sides of his neck, laughing when the puppy hurried to scrunch his shoulders.

Hyunjin and Felix cackled at the pup’s predicament, loving how his eyes glared even as his body writhed from the hands toying with his worst spots.

“What’s wrong Minnie? Why aren’t you laughing for us pup? Are we not tickling you enough?” Oh, Han was evil, taunting Seungmin, who for once couldn’t say anything back.

The quokka squeezed Minnie’s side with one hand, using the other to simultaneously wiggle a finger in his navel.

Seungmin gave up immediately, spraying a targeted stream of water at Minho who gasped and froze in shock at his spot near the pup’s thighs.

Seungmin was busy laughing his head off, almost toppling off his chair at the force of his laughter.

Then rough hands were dragging him to the floor and he found a furious Minho looming over him.

He could barely get a word out to plead his case when a finger was pressed right back into his navel and a thumb dug into his upper ribs.

Seungmin howled with laughter, two of his worst spots being exploited at the same time. “Are you having fun now pup? I’m certainly enjoying this.”

“STAHA-STAHAHAP!! MINHO HYUNG PLEAHEHEASE,” but nothing he said could save him from the older’s wrath.

The others watched fondly at the pair as Minho wrecked the puppy with a straight face and twinkling boba eyes.

Seungmin squirmed and kicked his feet and screamed when Minho bent down to press a raspberry on his lower stomach, bucking up with a hysterical shriek just to come crashing back down again.

“SOHO—SOHOHORRY, I’M SORRY!! HYUNG PLEHEHEASE!” But Minho’s hands on him remained merciless.

Finally, the leader took pity on the ticklish pup and pulled Minho off him. Seungmin panted loudly, lying star fished on the floor until his breathing evened out, tears slipping down the sides of his face.

He vaguely heard the staff calling out ‘17 seconds’ and smiled in relief. He didn’t think he could take a round two after how hard he’d just been wrecked.

Hyunjin felt a chill run down his spine when their collective attention slowly diverted to their new target. This game seemed like it was designed to make him suffer.

Hyunjin:

It was going to be so easy. All it ever took were a few well-placed fingers to get the ferret to surrender. With how ticklish Hyunjin was, this was hardly a fair game.

“You got me real good didn’t you Jinnie?” Chan’s voice promised nothing good.

“Cha-Channie hyung, it’s just a game, there’s no need for revenge…” The leader smiled devilishly at that.

“Yes Jinnie, it’s all in good. fun.” The menacing tone underlying those words pretty much sealed his fate.

Felix, Seungmin, Chan and Changbin stepped forward and Hyunjin shuddered.

The timer sounded and with it began his torture. “Hold him still Innie, Hannie. I got an idea.”

Chan whispered something in Changbin’s ear and with a smirk, the dwaekki hopped over to close his hands over Hyunjin’s eyes.

Great, now he would have to deal with everything feeling ten times worse. That was just what he needed.

He was so caught up in his head when a sudden scratchy sensation began at his ribs that he very nearly shrieked.

It took everything he had to keep his lips sealed when the strange sensation only grew more insistent and started to tickle him insanely bad.

Chan wielded the backscratchers with practiced ease, digging it lightly into Jinnie’s ribs while Felix scribbled lightly at his sides. Seungmin brushed his fingers along Hyunjin’s neck and Changbin blew in his ears.

“Guys aim for his worst spots, let’s make him lose!” Seungmin chirped from the audience. “Yeah then we can all get him back in round 2!!” Han finished excitedly.

Hyunjin tried to wrench himself free from the offending touches but the hands restraining him held fast. He could barely even move around in his chair, let alone anywhere out of it.

Hyunjin wanted to hide his face. He knew he looked funny with the pained expression he probably had on, so he tugged furiously at his arms…but it didn't so much as budge.

He let out a high pitched whine, his body contorting into the strangest positions, almost making it look like he was possessed.

That earned hysterical laughter from Felix and Han, who almost let go of Hyunjin’s arm. As expected, the sensitive ferret couldn’t take much.

When one final pair grabbed at his thighs, Hyunjin gave in, spewing the water out in a warm, albeit gross stream…..straight at Chan.

The leader scrambled away with a screech as everyone laughed after him.

“Oooh 8 seconds Jinnie. So close….well you know what this means hm?” Minho’s teasing voice sent shivers down his spine. Why couldn’t he have held on for 2 more seconds?!

The poor ferret couldn’t even process what he heard, too dazed from trying to hold back his laughter even when it had tickled so bad.

Unfortunately for him, everyone else heard the announcement loud and clear. 8 seconds. So close and yet so far away. He looked pleadingly at the rest.

“It’s just two seconds! You don’t have to do this…” He tried to talk his way out of it, changing tactics when no one seemed to buy it.

“This isn’t fair! You guys cheated. You went for a death spot, what was I supposed to do?!” Hyunjin complained, a bratty tone to his voice.

“Aww, it's not our fault you’re so ticklish. Every spot is a death spot for you~” Felix teased, confirming with the staff that Hyunjin wouldn’t need to use water for this round.

The artist was promptly pulled to the floor by Seungmin, blabbing on and on about how hard he was going to wreck him.

Nervous giggles bubbled up in Hyunjin’s throat but there was no running from them. Innie’s eyes glinted with malice as he watched the older get pinned down.

“Wait! Wait! I didn’t have enough time to prepare!”

“Nuh uh, no waiting.” Minho cut off his weak protests and the seven took their places around Hyunjin, Minho sitting on his hands, Lix straddling his hips and Han sitting on his calves.

Hyunjin couldn’t move a single limb as the quokka slipped his shoes off and Lix pushed his shirt up all the way to his chest, leaving his tummy and sides gloriously bare and just waiting to be tormented.

“Pl-please be nice,” the ferret begged as a last resort, flinching when a single finger swiped up the length of his socked sole.

The moment those awful, mean hands reached his stomach, Hyunjin bucked up, his own hands trying to move to protect the weak spot but Minho’s weight held them tight.

Giggles and laughter bubbled up in his chest, the artist’s face turning pink at the relentless sensation. It was a somewhat new spot for him.

Despite being in plain sight, he wasn’t tickled there as often but it already seemed like it was going to be one of his bad spots.

“Ahahahaha, Lihixie nohoho…” He giggled cutely up at the ball of sunshine.

His attention was diverted when Hannie began scribbling up and down his feet, randomly digging in to hear the ferret squeal loudly.

“Ahah! HANNIE FAHAHAHA- NOT THERE!! PLEHEHEASE I CAHAN’T TAKE IT GODS! ” The poor artist sounded so winded, overcome by a fit of laughter as his worst spot was exploited freely.

Then Seungmin, Felix and Chan aimed at his torso, their hands all varying in technique and roughness, making Hyunjin feel light headed.

Binnie and Lix each grabbed at his thighs, squeezing and scribbling the life out of them and the artist screamed.

“NAHAHAHAHA, nohohot there! I gihive, I give!” he shrieked, desperately writhing in their grasp.

Hysterical cackles and shrieks were the only sound Hyunjin seemed able to produce in his place, somehow managing to make it to the 1 minute mark without dying.

Although in all honesty he knew that everyone had switched to softer tickles midway, not wanting to overwhelm him.

Hyunjin felt like a mess when they let him go. He was pretty certain he looked the part too, with his clothes ruffled beyond help and hair tousled crazily.

But he knew the undeniable smile and tears of mirth streaking his face would be something Stay would like so he let it go.

Han:

“Your turn Hannie~ Get ready for death!” Felix declared with a clap, leading the jittery quokka to the dreaded chair.

Of course. He had helped in wrecking everyone else before him. Karma really was a bitch. He broke free from Lix, only to be cornered by the maknae who reached over to grab at his side.

“Ah NO! You cahahan’t do thihis to mee!!” He protested feebly, trying to back away from Jeongin.

A strong arm around his waist, however, sat him easily back on the chair.

When had their little baby bread gotten so strong? The cup of water was thrust in his face and Hannie shakily took a sip.

This time Jeongin was going to keep Hannie’s hands occupied while 2racha and Seungmin stepped up, armed with feathers and 3 backscratchers.

“We’re gonna wreck you Hannie~” Chan teased, his characteristic dimpled smile blooming on his face when Han giggled sweetly up at him. He pretended to melt off the chair, dramatically reaching a hand out to an amused Minho.

But for all his enthusiastic demeanor, all he got was a soft caress over his sides. It still tickled but it wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy the mood he’d gotten just from watching Channie, Seungminie and Jinnie get tickled.

He whined, sounding distressed and Minho couldn’t help but pinch his cheeks. “Fine fine, we’ll do it for real this time.”

His words heralded chaos. Hands flitted everywhere that Hannie could imagine and it took everything in him to not burst out laughing that instant.

He didn’t want this to end just when it had gotten good! So he sat there squirming, with Innie holding his arms over and behind his head.

Hands attached to Han’s sides, another pair coming up to dig into the hollows of his armpits and Han shot up in his chair. He twisted and squirmed fruitlessly in Innie’s grip but there was no escape.

Muffled giggles flowed like a melody from his closed lips and Hannie’s cheeks puffed up, making him look more like a squirrel than ever.

The two eldest couldn’t help but coo at the adorable sight, even while Han was fighting for his life on that chair.

Then the fingers were replaced with the feathers and backscratchers, Binnie twirling and flicking at his sensitive neck and ears and cheeks, cackling away when Hannie let out frantic but subdued laughter.

Minho and Chan scraped at his thighs, sides, tummy and ribs with the tools. Basically any place they could reach at, switching between spots so fast, the poor lee malfunctioned.

His thighs were a death spot and the fact that his skin tight jeans allowed for the tools to glide easily all over the ticklish flesh only amplified the sensation that much more.

Minho leaned forwards, his breath ghosting over the quokka’s ear, making him shiver with how even that felt unbearable. “C’mon, you can last 30 seconds right Han-ah?” Lino asked hopefully.

But all the ace could do was shake his head and chant “I can’t, I can’t’ over and over in his mind, hoping that the words he couldn’t speak would somehow be conveyed to them.

So he did the next best thing, twisting away, muffled protests and pleas falling from his lips until Minho’s voice had him pausing every thought.

“I’ll tickle you so well when we get back if you get to 30 seconds,” he promised, pulling away to grin at the flustered baby. Hannie huffed through his nose but nodded slightly.

He didn’t know how he managed it but Hannie squirmed and thrashed and giggled his way through half a minute of this relentless torment.

But eventually, a sudden attack on his waist made him spray the water out. “Good boy.”

The kitten patted his head and rubbed his back as he heaved for breath, folded over the chair while his brain kept replaying the dizzying series of events that had just taken place.

He was going to get wrecked later…. Minho was going to tickle him to his heart’s content, and as much as Hannie wanted and in any way he wanted.

It was safe to say that Han.exe stopped working for a couple minutes till his brain processed that information.

And then the brightest of smiles lightened up his face, lips curving into the beautiful heart shape the members simply adored.

Next in line was a certain tsundere kitten, who glared pointedly at Hyunjin, daring him to so much as take a step in his direction.

Chan swatted at him for that, plopping him down on the chair and scolding him playfully to get ready. Minho was determined ot not give them the satisfaction of seeing him so much as cracking a smile.

Minho:

The moment the time started, the Aussie duo and Han lunged for him. With Binnie and Innie holding his arms away, Minho felt helpless.

Channie’s fingers danced all over his upper body and thighs, squeezing, scribbling, kneading and jabbing at random spots to have poor Lino squirming and kicking in his seat. His resolve crumbled almost immediately; tickles were his Achilles heel. The one thing he couldn’t stand.

“So cute~” Chan cooed, watching with growing amusement at how flustered the younger was.

He almost toppled over from all his thrashing, little squeaks and whines escaping, much to his horror.

Minho was mortally embarrassed.

All his frantic thrashing was being recorded. He just knew they weren’t going to let him live this down.

“So shy aren’t you little baby? You try to act so nonchalant, but you’re just a soft, ticklish little kitten, aren’t you?” Chan’s relentless teases had Minho’s brain short circuiting.

Even innocent Hannie and Minnie were affected, blushing red, even as their fingers still continued to run all over the older’s sensitive torso.

Chan laughed, delighted by the reaction he got. “Guys aim for his sides; he can’t take it there!”

The announcement had poor Lino is shambles. His shirt and hair were a mess and tears welled up at the corners of his squinted eyes.

More and more hands joined in at his waist, sides and tummy. Han pinched gently at his waist while Felix clawed at his belly.

At this point Minho wasn’t sure he could tell up from down, trying his best to keep in his desperate laughter. His ears shone crimson, little whimpers and held back giggles escaping now and then.

That was when Felix whipped out a backscratcher, teasingly waving it in the older’s face before moving it down and dragging it all over Minho’s thighs.

If he didn’t want to win this stupid competition, Minho knew he’d be screaming and begging now.

His thighs were a death spot and the fact that his skin tight jeans allowed for it to basically glide easily all over the ticklish flesh only amplified the sensation that much more.

For everything he handed out, Minho simply couldn’t take it.

Counting down to ten in his head, his mind just barely holding onto the numbers, he loudly gulped down the water.

Laughter rang throughout the room until he reigned in his reactions enough to yelp out a giggly, “STAHAHAP!!”

The hands lingered for a few more seconds before lifting off his now hypersensitive body, Chan offering him some water that he grudgingly accepted.

There was a smug murmur of how he couldn’t take what he dished out, Minho blushing furiously as he glared at Han, the squirrel withering away with a giggly apology.

“30 seconds!” The staff called and Minho wasn’t certain if that was right, it had felt like an eternity. He had no idea how he’d lasted so long without laughing.

Innie was next. The cute maknae, inched away from everyone until he was dragged back to the torture chair by a laughing Felix.

“Hyunjin and I will go! He’s too ticklish to handle four of us anyway.” Seungmin snickered at the red faced maknae, who threw him a dirty look for that last remark. Oh no. These two were merciless lers….. And so, it began.

Jeongin:

“Aww, always so ticklish, aren’t you little one? Does this tickle? How about here? It’s really too bad you’re going to have to take this hmm?”

Seungmin’s gloved hands were at his sides, drilling into the toned muscles with precise, torturous presses, making Innie buck up in his seat. The teases felt way worse than the tickling itself.

Jeongin really wanted the ground to swallow his whole right now. He just knew his face was so red right now.

However, he had little time to linger on his embarrassment when Hyunjin’s nails dragged over the taut skin of his collarbones, skittering left and right then up and down.

Innie threw his head back, shoes skidding and squeaking on the white floor, leaving dark marks all over. But he couldn’t care less about that.

Seungmin’s hands snuck under his shirt, running along his bare ribs and sides, lazily tracing the spots as if he had all the time in the world.

Oh that little demon puppy knew exactly how to get him. Innie shook his head, eyes shut tight as he tried his best to hold on just a little longer.

The moment he counted down from 10, Innie spewed the water all over a flabbergasted pup who pressed his fingers in in revenge, vibrating them to hear Jeongin howl with laughter.

Innie just barely managed to push him away with his weakened arms, dashing away and slumping in Hyunjin’s hold.

The older was more than happy to cuddle him. “12 seconds!” Innie sighed in relief, he’d just barely passed.

Changbin, cleared his throat loudly, eyes flitting about nervously when everyone turned to him. “Actually…I think I left the stove on. I’ll be right back!”

He tried to make a dash for the door but Chan and Innie were quicker, tackling the squirming rapper to the floor and tickling him to bits there.

“You thought you’d get away that easily after wrecking us all? Nuh uh hyung.”

Binnie squealed and pleaded, wriggling around on the floor when Chan held him down and Innie squeezed at his sides.

They let him go when the staff gestured at them, laughing at their antics.

Changbin:

Changbin sat down with a smile he didn’t care to suppress, taking a sip of water slowly at Hyunjin’s knowing look. Han and Chan volunteered to keep his arms away.

Hyunjin, Chan, Felix and Minho eagerly claimed their spots, circling Binnie like sharks. Then the timer started.

Felix targeted Binnie’s ribs with relentless pokes, Minho focusing on light, teasing strokes under his arms.

Chan and Hyunjin alternated between squeezing his knees and scribbling on his neck, leaving the poor rapper in stitches. He felt so helpless and exposed like this, with Innie and Han holding his weakened arms away.

“Is this bad Binnie? Oh, are you trying to say something?” Chan called in a sing song voice, fingers tracing all over his sensitive neck and broad shoulders.

“What! You can’t take this? That’s really too bad, isn’t it?” Hyunjin mocked from his spot at Binnie’s legs. They were ruthless.

Even the ones on the sidelines, were throwing teases and taunts his way. Felix’s fingers hovered over his torso, quickly moving over spots but not touching him yet.

And just when Changbin had thought he’d be able to handle this much… Minho and Hyunjin grabbed feathers and paintbrushes.

The artist skillfully ran the paintbrush over his upper ribs, twisting and curling the soft hair around the ridges and crevices of Binnie’s bulky body. Binnie squeaked, a cute sound that had everyone cooing at him.

He was about to explode from the sensations when Minho sunk his fingers into the pudge of his tummy.

He shut his eyes tight, shaking his head side to side but nothing he did seemed to alleviate the tingles running up his spine.

And then Felix started with the feathers, tracing them over his neck and setting every nerve it went over, tingling like a live wire.

Binnie’s body lurched to the side, away from them, his arm wrenching free from Han’s grip and clamping tightly to his side.

Giggly words sounded vaguely from his vocal cords but no matter which way he turned, the feathers and paintbrushes followed him.

And just to make it worse, Hyunjin added his fingers to the mix, digging and clawing at his sides.

The rapper gave in, spurting water everywhere as he hopped out of his seat and ran a safe distance away from the duo, folding over and rubbing at his hyper charged skin.

Residual giggles bubbled from his lips and Felix couldn’t resist sneaking behind the dwaekki and stuffing his hands up Binnie’s pits.

Changbin yelped out a laugh, once again hopping away from the smug Aussie. ”Hyung’s just like a bunny~ Aren’t you hyungie?” He teased fondly.

His timing came upto 15 seconds and Binnie’s face felt like it was on fire when everyone started to taunt him for it.

And for the final contestant… Felix couldn’t deny that anxiety had been simmering in his belly.

Felix:

“You really had a lot of fun with us…..didn’t you Lix?” Hyunjin scribbled his nails under the chick’s chin, watching adoringly when it made the younger smile brightly.

“You guys liked it~” He teased lightly, yelping when that earned him a jab to the side from a flustered Changbin.

“Aww feeling shy hyungie? You looked so cute when you were squirming around earlier. Hannie too, being all squeaky and adorable. You wanted more didn’t you, ticklish baby?”

His deep voice and the teasing lilt to it were a deadly combination. Binnie and Hannie didn’t stand a chance, the tips of their ears bleeding crimson.

“Drink.” Seungmin ordered stiffly, shoving the water in Lixie’s face before he could get everyone else. “You’re so cute puppy. Don’t worry, stays know allll about your little ‘secret’,” he taunted, laughing when Seungmin sputtered at his words.

Having had his fun, Lix took a big sip of the water, leaning back and holding his arms out without a care in the world. He knew he’d get the tickles he’d been craving all day.

Being the last had really riled up his lee mood and now he was willing to do and say just about anything if it got him the ‘punishment’ he wanted.

And with his comments earlier, he’d left quite a few of them raring to get their revenge.

The timer beeped, signaling Han, Changbin, Seungmin and Hyunjin to lunge at the chick. Han’s fingers alternated between feather-light grazes on Lixie’s sides and firm digs into his ribs.

“Still feeling brave Lix?” Felix’s initial enthusiasm vanished as fingers danced over his ribs and sides.

Hyunjin’s light touches contrasted with Seungmin’s firmer squeezes, the fusion leaving the little Aussie squealing through his zipped mouth.

Felix’s reactions were quite entertaining, the little chick trying to twist away, tugging wildly at his arms but they stayed firm, stretched up over his head and held together by one of Channie’s hands.

Lix shivered when his shirt was pulled up, giggling sweetly when Binnie ran a single finger up the curve of his spine.

Calloused fingers began skittering all over his back, digging in once they found his shoulder blades.

The chick let out a muffled scream, jerking forwards. He hadn’t expected it to tickle so much but that reaction only got Channie to pull him back by his wrists…right back into Changbin’s waiting fingers.

Felix kicked his feet, that being the only way he could relieve the tingly sensations taking over his body and threw his head back into Chan’s chest as giggles formed in his throat.

Then Seungmin lifted a hand to his torso, fingers drawing a tickly path from Lixie’s sides to his abs, then up to his ribs and right into his hollows.

A second pair of hands joined in, this time slipping under the bunched up fabric at the front and a finger circled the rim of his navel.

Lixie’s eyes snapped frantically to a smirking Hyunjin. “You seem to be enjoying this way more than any of us Lix. Got anything to say for yourself?”

Hyunjin dipped his finger in, giggling when Lix jolted in place, swirling around in his belly button as the little Aussie shook his head, giving him his best puppy eyes.

More fingers dipped into the ticklish skin of his lower ribs, and Felix couldn’t hold back as water dribbled down his chin in little rivulets, pulling with it an embarrassed squeak.

His laughter was set free. Happy, bubbly squeals of joy filled the space and the hands didn’t stop, even though the timer had.

They slowed to a stop when Chan noticed how blissed out yet tired his baby looked. Hyunjin helped him to his feet, catching the chick when his jelly legs almost gave out.

Round one concluded, Chan leading with a wide margin. They had to shift their schedules to later, everyone too exhausted to jump into the next part.

Luckily for them, their manager had already predicted as much, leading the sleepy kids back to the waiting room for some much needed rest.

[astarionposting]

OC MEME TAG GAME | thank you for the tag @topaz-carbuncle <3

FREYJA

Nicknames: Se Timpa Velkrys, ‘Reyja (by her brother)

Pronouns: She/her

Star sign: Taurus

Height: 5’3

Orientation: Bi

Race: (bg3) Half high elf | (actual lore) Half-Valyrian

Romancing: Astarion

Favourite fruit: Cherries

Favourite season: Winter

Favourite flower: Dahlias

Favourite scent: Rosemary, winter air

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: tea

Average sleep hours: 4-5

Dogs or cats: cats

Amount of blankets: 2 blankets, both fur

Random fact: Her dragon’s name is Vahaeron, the twin dragon of Rhaela, who belongs to her twin brother. These dragons are the hatchlings of silverwing, and were later gifted to the twins by king Jaehaerys I Targaryen, their grandfather.

FREY

Nicknames: Se Timpa Zaldrīzes, the undead prince (post-res), arsehole (by his sister)

Pronouns: he/him

Star sign: Taurus

Height: 6’1

Orientation: Bi

Race: (bg3) Half high elf | (actual lore) Half-Valyrian

Romancing: No one right now lol

Favourite fruit: Clementines

Favourite season: Spring

Favourite flower: Snapdragons

Favourite scent: The smell of firewood burning

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: Coffee

Average sleep hours: 9-10 (he loves to sleep)

Dogs or cats: cats

Amount of blankets: like 10+ at least

Random fact: His dragon’s name is Rhaela! As previously mentioned, the twin dragon of Vahaeron. Similar to Frey, Rhaela was killed by Vahaeron in battle and was later resurrected, left with an array of battle scars and a missing eye. She is the smaller dragon of the two. In their actual lore, Rhaela and Vahaeron are white/silver dragons, similar to Silverwing (I’m limited with dragon variants in bg3 lol so they appear red when I make in game edits, but nothing I can do bout that unless I learn how to recolour them)

Tagging: @dolceaspidenera @anderwelt @dark-and-kawaii @korcariiwitch - feel free to ignore this if u don’t wanna do it or if you were already tagged I apologize for tagging twice 😭

(So I tried to fit them in asoiaf before the dance of dragons while keeping their Baratheon bloodline, but all I could find was Lady Jocelyn Baratheon and Aemon Targaryen, soooo that is what I am going with maybe… even if they are supposed to take their fathers name lol. I wanted them to have dragons and somewhat maintain the lore that the dragons went extinct after the dance of dragons—besides Dany’s dragons of course waaay later on. I’m not a lore master of asoiaf or got/hotd, so I tried my best 😭 but I’m always changing shit so I might just end up making up something else until I’m happy with it lol—so the names and times don’t really matter and shouldn’t be looked into too much cause it might not make sense 🤭)

Me trying to figure out their lore and where to fucking place them in the mess that I made of the asoiaf universe

[aajjks]

mommy issues!JK

nara looks at jungkook confused.

“shut up. what are you in here for? and quit talking about my medication. quit acting like you give a fuck about me”

it’s true. nara’s father has never liked jungkook, especially her mother. despite them being close with the jeon’s there was something about jungkook that seemed off. once the jang’s caught wind of jungkook’s mistake, they signed the official documents to cease any ties with the jeon’s in case his secret became public.

thankfully, it never happened but jungkook was disowned by his family and left to raise his infant child on his own. when nara heard he was working for a banking company, she hired someone to track jungkook’s records which led her to becoming the CEO of his company after begging her father to buy it.

when she laid eyes on jungkook, she couldn’t believe it was really him. he wasn’t the same scrawny kid she was engaged to. he was a man, a grown man. his body was lean, built, and his face, despite still looking baby-like, had matured as well. someone who looked like him by her side would surely turn heads and her theory was proven correct at the charity ball.

both of their faces were plastered all over the media and some news outlets labeled them ‘korea’s best looking couple.’ putting fame aside, she still wanted jungkook. she knew she could treat him better than anyone ever has no matter what her family would say.

but then there’s you.

you who was obviously not interested in jungkook at the charity event. you who was obviously using him. you who stole his heart before she was given a fair chance.

nara will always hate ever fiber of your being. you don’t deserve him and you’ll never understand him like she can. you’re just a pretty face with a smoking body, that’s it. but nara knows she’s prettier, she’s hotter, and more deserving of jungkook than you. he just doesn’t see it. he just doesn’t know it.

“you won’t be telling my father anything, jungkook. this is between me and you. you fucked up when you went against my orders and kissed that bitch. it’s all YOUR fault” nara exclaims as she sets her pen and paper down and gets closer to jungkook.

“i dare you to tell my parents because if you do, i’ll tell your father and mother about your whereabouts. i’ll tell them you lied to your son about his mother and i’ll tell y/n that you killed—,”

before nara could finish her venomous sentence, she hears loud bangs coming from outside her window.

*BANG*

*BANG*

*BANG*

nara goes to her window to inspect what’s going on outside and what she sees has her heart sinking into her stomach: you. with a metal bat. her rolls royce. “WHAT THE FUCK?!!! THAT’S MY CAR!!!” yells nara. she pushes past jungkook and leaves the office in a hurry.

“duuuudeee!!! is that y/n?” gasps eunwoo who was quite surprised to see you vandalizing; demolishing her expensive vehicle.

the windows are shattered, the paint is scratched, you sliced her tires, and you even fucked up the interior of her car. the cherry on top? white spray paint that reads: NARA IS A WHORE.

“YOU BITCH!!!!”

“come near my workplace again and your car won’t be the only thing i fuck up. it’ll be you next”

~🫧

This is so embarrassing and all of this is escalating way too fast for his liking. He didn’t expect you coming to his workplace.

But this is what she deserves. She had no right to embarrass you like that, it’s about time that someone puts her in her place.

“Y-Yn- come with me.” Jungkook tries to approach you but you look really scary right now, Jungkook walks past Nara and grabs your hand.

“You shouldn’t have taken it to such a cheap level. Fucking cheap!” Jungkook glares at Nara because she started this.

Eunwoo winks at the both of you, as he greets you. “Hi yn… honestly I like you a lot.” He says, giving you his approval.

Nara is busy glaring at the three of you. Jungkook takes you to the parking lot because if he took you into the office, Nara will cause a whole fucking scene and he cannot afford more drama right now

“OK calm down she deserved it. I’m so proud of you.” Jungkook takes you to the side, Nara is a bitch.

You don’t look like the type to invite drama but you won’t hesitate to finish it.

But as he’s talking to you, he sees Nara glaring at you, rushing towards you both.

Oh no.

[laequiem]

redemption lies plainly in truth - chapter 3

Fandom: Crescent City

Pairing:////HOSAB SPOILER//// Ruhn Danaan/Lidia Cervos

Rating: explicit

Word count: 2,744

KINKS (non-exhaustive list):  femdom, bdsm, orgasm denial, ruined orgasm, whipping, light CBT

“Fuck me,” Ruhn hisses, pulling on his bindings to reassure himself that this is real, not a fantasy. “I don’t take orders from you,” the Hind replies. It sure as Hel wasn’t an order, but he wouldn’t mind if she took it as such. 

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Ruhn fought back when they came to get him in his cell, but it only earned him a knee to the gut and a zap from a taser for good measure. After that, he felt too woozy to fight them when they unshackled his ankles and set him on his feet.

He saw the guards currently flanking him before they put the blindfold on him. A bloodhound and a buff angel, no one who would be a threat if they took off the shackles.  Every once in a while, he feels the angel’s wing brush against his arm. Apart from the sound of their boots on the marble floor and the buzzing of neons, the place is eerily silent. The guards guide him through long hallways, taking so many turns that the map Ruhn tries to build in his head becomes an incomprehensible mess of coils.

Eventually, the guards slow to a stop. A beep, the sliding of a door, and the guards jerk him forward.

“Secure him to the cross,” the Hind’s voice breaks through the silence. “Naked.”

The guards make quick work of his clothes, then push him against a cold, smooth surface. They secure his ankles to something—a cross, apparently. Once his feet are in place, the guards remove his handcuffs. The restraints at his feet must also be made of gorsian stone as his powers are still stifled. Without the cuffs, though, he feels some of it coming back—like a weight has been lifted, a curtain parted to let his shadows stretch.

As if anticipating his next movement, Agent Day’s voice invades his head. Don’t. At the sound of her voice, Ruhn’s knees buckle. His feelings towards this woman are still too painful to sort through, though he has found himself trying more often than he likes to admit. She continues, Let them do this and we’ll be alone soon enough.

Ruhn hates the way his body reacts to her voice. Like every word is a potent drink that he is thirsting for. He wants to bark back some kind of sassy reply about how he doesn’t want to be alone with her, but he knows she would see through the lie immediately. 

The guards shackle his hands high above his head, testing the restraints then tightening them even more. 

“Thank you,” the Hind says to the guards. “You may leave now.”

Ruhn expects them to argue that she shouldn’t be left alone with a prisoner. If they knew she was a double agent, they would never let him be alone with her. The guards, however, do not question her. Their footsteps echo, farther with every step until the door slams shut behind them.

There is a beat of silence, then the sound of heels clacking on the floor. Slender fingers with long nails tug at the blindfold and it falls off. Ruhn is immediately blinded by cold, white light. It reflects against the white walls like sun rays on fresh snow. The floor is white as well, the smooth surface only interrupted by strategically placed drains. Drains for the blood, white walls easy to spray with bleach and remove stains–it’s a torture room, probably the Hind’s personal torture room.

“How many people have you killed here?” he asks, his lip pulled in a sneer. 

The Hind’s expression is unreadable. “Less than you might think.

Ruhn can feel her breath against the side of his neck. He stops himself from turning towards her. Soon enough, she pulls back, the clickety clack of her heels haunting him as she circles him, then comes to stand in front of him. 

From the face up, she looks like she always did on tv. Her hair is pulled back in a sleek chignon, cherry red lips, her brows sharply defined and her eyes lined with precision. Everything else, though, belongs in the most depraved of his fantasies. Lidia knows her assets, and she knows how to display them. A black vinyl corset laces up her waist, covering up only the bare minimum of her breasts and pushing them up to delightful perkiness. Her long legs are made longer by heels so thin that they’re almost invisible. Sheer black hose covers her legs, held up by a garter belt attached to her corset. No traces of the tight skirt she was wearing the last time he saw her–apart from a thong, her ample backside is on full display.

“Fuck me,” Ruhn hisses, pulling on his bindings to reassure himself that this is real, not a fantasy.

“I don’t take orders from you,” the Hind replies.

It sure as Hel wasn’t an order, but he wouldn’t mind if she took it as such. 

“Why am I here,” Ruhn says, his voice too cold to be a question. 

The Hind’s façade falters, her lips thinning, and for a moment Ruhn thinks that she might actually tell him the truth. Instead, she raises a brow. 

“Because you are my prisoner, and it is expected that I torture you.” She says it like it’s a given, like she has no say into it. She probably doesn’t.

There’s a metal table behind her, Ruhn notices then. Straps hang down from the sides, restraints for the poor creature unlucky enough to lay upon it. If she planned to use it to restrain him, though, he wouldn’t be strapped to this… cross. 

“So you’ll, what, cut off my balls? Skin me alive?”

“So creative,” she croons. “And yet not creative enough.”

The Hind turns her back to him. Ruhn’s eyes immediately dip to watch her hips sway as she walks up to the table, then bends over it. She makes a show of leaning forward on the table, propping her ass up and in full view of Ruhn’s gaze. The thong disappears between her cheeks, too tiny to contain such greatness. Gods, what wouldn’t he do to wake up to that ass on his face every morning?

Lidia straightens again, faces him, then hops on the table. With the flexibility of someone who trained for years, she spreads her legs wide. The front of her thong doesn’t cover much, either. Her lips poke out on either side, clean-shaven and moist. Ruhn’s jaw ticks as he starts to put the pieces together and realize exactly what she plans on torturing him with.

Lidia’s hand caresses the exposed skin of her upper chest, following the curves of her breasts. 

“I warned you against coming to the Archives,” she chides. “Yet here you are.”

Her hand dips lower, slipping under the cup of her corset to squeeze at her breast. The movement almost makes her breast slip out. Almost exposes the pretty pink nipples hiding there. Her other hand traces idle circles on the skin of her thigh left exposed by her thigh-high hose. 

“You’re complicating things,” she continues. 

“Did you really expect me to leave you here?” Ruhn asks roughly. “With them? With him?”

“Yes,” she snaps, then sighs. “I have survived this long. I would have been fine.”

Her hand dips to her inner thigh, then she traces her outer lips with a finger. She gasps, and Ruhn reins in another growl. 

“What do you want from me?” he demands. “You’re gonna fuck yourself in front of me, denying us what we both want. And for what?”

“Your confession,” she says matter-of-factly. “Isn’t that what most torture is for?”

Ruhn’s jaw tightens, but he says nothing. A prouder man would probably look away and ignore her, making her feel foolish in her presumptions. Ruhn is not that man, though. Just like he can’t hide his arousal from her, painfully hard and on full display for her, he also cannot hide how his eyes are attuned to every movement of hers. With one finger, Lidia presses on the gusset of her underwear and bites her lip. 

“I’m so wet, Ruhn,” she whispers. “Look.”

His damned fae senses pick up the addictive smell of her arousal well enough, he doesn’t have to look. And yet she pulls her underwear to the side, leaving her whole cunt on display for him. Ruhn swears, his cock twitching at the sight. Every cell in his body flares up, every nerve aching to taste her, touch her, pleasure her. He struggles against his bonds in vain and Lidia chuckles.

“You’re a double agent. You know everything,” Ruhn says. “What could I tell you that you don’t already know?”

Lidia rolls her eyes, shaking her head like he’s being stubborn. “I want to know why you’re here.”

“Why—I’m here for you,”  Ruhn spits.

“Why,” she insists, her voice raising, the first sign of her temper rising.

He knows what she wants him to say. But he won’t say it, and they both know it. So Lidia gets back to her teasing. Her fingers circle her clit slowly, as if torturing herself as much as him. Then her fingers dip lower, teasing her entrance with the very tip of two fingers. She throws her head back, exposing the soft skin of her neck. Ruhn’s jaw is so tight that he thinks he might crack his teeth. It should be him, touching her. His lips should be all over her neck, heck, all over her.

Lidia plunges two fingers inside her with a loud moan.

“I’m never satisfied,” she admits. “Not since I met you.” 

Ruhn grunts. Fuck, he knows. He craves her every minute of every day. Her body is what he pictures when he takes himself in hand, her face prominent in every filthy dream haunting him at night. 

“Me neither,” he groans. “I want you so much, it fucking hurts.”

Lidia mashes her eyes shut. With a cry that has Ruhn hoping the room is soundproof, Lidia comes. Her legs shake with the force of her orgasm, her fingers buried deep in her cunt as she desperately tries to keep a rhythm going. 

When she gets off the table, her steps are wobbly, so much that Ruhn worries she might fall. She stops so close to him that his cock brushes against her skin. He struggles to get closer. To do what, he doesn’t know. But the bonds are tight, he can’t get any closer.

“Open your mouth,” she orders, and he obeys. 

The fingers that were inside her mere seconds ago slide between his lips and he wastes no time cleaning them, a moan slipping past as he twirls his tongue around her fingers. 

“Good boy,” Lidia croons. 

When she pulls her fingers out of his mouth, she lets her nails run down his neck, scratching red lines over the tattoos on his chest. He arches into her touch, but she avoids his nipples, his cock. 

“Please touch me,” he pleads

She chuckles and walks away. Ruhn does something he has never done while fully hard before–he whines. Lidia bends over her table again, but Ruhn can tell that it’s not for show. She doesn’t linger, simply shakes her ass a little to tease him before straightening up again, holding a flogger. It’s short, with dozens of leather strips, some of them tied in knots. The Hind gives it a swirl, looking like she’s quite used to using that kind of tool and making a show out of it.

“I didn’t think that angel was the kind to like being whipped,” Ruhn quips, because he can't help provoking her.

“Not that I know of,” she replies flatly. “I don’t go out of my way to offer to prolong our… mating.”

Ruhn’s nostrils flare at the choice of word, and Lidia raises a brow. Say it, her eyes seem to scream. But Ruhn clenches his jaw shut. 

A drop of precum seeps from him as she takes a step forward and runs the tresses over his chest, teasing. 

Ruhn barely flinches at the first few hits of the tresses against his skin. After a handful, though, Lidia changes her rhythm, making it unpredictable. The tenth, eleventh and twelfth come one after the other, relentless. The next hit slashes at his abs, then…

Fucking Hel. 

Cum seeps out as the flogger hits his cock, the shock of it making him lose control in a way that was entirely void of pleasure. Lidia hums as she runs the tails of her flogger up his cock. The flogger lifts from his skin and Ruhn braces himself for the next hit. When it comes, he groans, and finds that perhaps it isn’t entirely void of pleasure. He’s anticipating her next hit, arching towards her as much as he possibly can. 

Three. Four. Five. His cock throbs, the pain both from her hits and his dire need to orgasm.

“Your moans are lovely,” the Hind drawls. “How many more until you break, I wonder?”

Ruhn growls, and she punishes him with a flog straight on his balls. His body tenses and she hits him again. Ruhn could swear he heard one of his teeth crack, he was clenching his jaw so much.

“Why are you here, Ruhn?” she asks again, a hint of impatience in her voice.

“Because you’re my mate,” he screams. “I couldn’t–I had a suspicion, and when I saw you, I knew.” 

The flogger droops in her hand and she takes a step back. This is the answer she wanted, of course–but saying it aloud, acknowledging it, did more than just confirm what she had suspected. It changed them, a previously locked part of themselves suddenly bursting open. It's similar to what he felt when his sister and Athalar acknowledged their own status as mates, a tether between them stronger than life and death, except that this time it’s him. A permanent bond to the woman standing in front of him. 

Lidia closes the distance between them and cradles his face between her hands. 

“I wish things were easy, Ruhn,” Lidia says softly.

“Come home with me,” Ruhn pleads. “I won’t leave without you.”

She opens her mouth to contradict him, but no words come out. Instead, she kisses him, their tongues twisting in an ancient dance. She slides her hands in his hair, then down his torso, until she finally touches him. Her hand wraps around his neglected cock and Ruhn moans, his head falling back against the cross. 

“My mate,” Lidia muses, her voice carrying a note of amazement. “My mate.”

Ruhn whines when she breaks their kiss and turns around. Until Lidia bends forward and presses that Gods-hewn ass against him. With a devious look over her shoulder, she hooks a finger around the string of her thong and pulls it aside. Her other hand grabs Ruhn’s dick and presses him against her entrance.

Ruhn stares as his cock sinks into her. Her perfect ass is on full display, her lips stretch around him, glistening. As soon as she moves on him, it’s over–the strongest orgasm of his life tears through him and he spills into her with a drawn-out groan. It’s humiliating, to come so fast, but she has teased him for so long that it’s no surprise. 

“Oh Gods,” Lidia moans. “You feel even better in the flesh.”

Ruhn is beyond words, his breath heavy as Lidia fucks herself onto him. He moans every time she pulls back and then back in again, the oversensitive head of his cock being squeezed by her tightness every time she slams their hips together.

Ruhn knows from experience that his piercing rubs right on her g-spot, over and over again. If only she would untie him, he could bend her over, show her exactly how deep he can get. So he does the only thing he can think of: he sends her a mental image of him mounting her, one of his hands braced against the back of her neck until her face touches the ground. Pumping into her as his other hand grips her ass, the image complete with the outline of his hand reddening one of her cheeks. 

Lidia comes with a cry, her knees buckling as her cunt tightens around Ruhn’s cock. The agony is pure bliss, his overworked cock still painfully hard inside her until she slumps forwards, letting herself fall to her knees. 

Ruhn growls as he fights against his bonds once more. He wants–no, he needs to hold her, make sure she’s fine, brush her hair back from her sweaty forehead. He’s utterly powerless, though, and can do nothing but wait as she slowly regains control of her senses and rises from the floor.

She grabs a key from a hook on the wall and finally unshackles him, starting with his hands. As soon as he’s free, he takes her in his arms and kisses her. The kiss melts from a tempestuous onslaught of tongue to a sensual dance, the way he might have kissed her if they had met traditionally and he wanted to seduce her. 

“If anyone sees us together, they’ll know,” Ruhn says softly. “I have to leave this place. You have to leave this place.”

“I’m scared,” she admits.

“I know, baby. I am, too.” Ruhn nuzzles her throat, lazily leaving kisses on her sweaty skin.

An hour later, the guards came to fetch Ruhn. The same guards as before: a bloodhound, an angel. When they came out, however, the angel had no wings, and the bloodhound had a significantly smaller frame–and Ruhn was not with them.

[cherryblossomsandhydrangeas]

Sk8 Rewatch Ep10

Adam: I thought it could be a little fun, but as I expected, Cherry’s just boring. I’m going to kill this man in his sleep.

It’s really interesting how you can tell Cherry is a beloved member of S. Like, the S gallery, some of Adam biggest enablers are either shocked silent, crying, and muttering about how far Adam went.

Miya shouldn’t have seen that happen, god.

Langa: *Sees Cherry almost die* So, where’s Reki?

Sk8: Here’s Tadashi’s and Ainosuke’s past! Me: *Still reeling over what happened to Cherry* Yeah, I really don’t care.

Tadashi, darling, none of this is your fault.  You were a kind child who saw an abused child and decided to give him some happiness and affection. It’s not your fault that the Shindos are classist; it’s not your fault that Ainosuke started to hurt people, and frankly, this isn’t your mess to clean up either.

Honestly? Yes, take skating away from Ainosuke, let’s find him another hobby that make it more difficult to assault people and harrass minors. I hear crochet is really popular.

Oh, Reki, baby. 😢😢😢

I love Reki’s family.

Poor Nanako.

Adam: Could you be having pre-wedding jitters? I’m gonna rip his tongue out before roasting him over an open fire.

I’m upset that Oka is in so little scenes, but I do still love him.

Hmm, I actually wanna know more about these asshole who beat Reki up. Like, he was with them for three days, I can’t imagine how awful they had to have been.

Who the fuck tries to kill someone’s crush just because their girl left them? Smallest dick energy imaginable, bitchass motherfucker I’d have left him too.

Did nobody really notice this teenager in an alleyway.

That’s depression baby!!!

Big Brother/Manager Oka coming in with some good advice.

I love that the group cares so much for each other. Reki feels like utter shit, but he hauls ass to the hospital as soon as he learned Shadow was injured.

Another reason I wish Sk8 was longer so we could get a full reconciliation for Reki and Miya.

Tadashi, sweetie, how often do you run people over that you immediately think to take them to a love hotel and have money on hand to bride them with?

Tadashi: Is this your first time? In a place like this? Well I sure fucking hope so.

I love how you can immediately understand Tadashi’s words about skateboarding are because of the Shindo’s conditioning.

Reki’s speech about skateboarding is wonderful, and I’m glad it got him out of his funk, but Tadashi, DO NOT let this seventeen year old boy convince you to stop doing the right thing.

So, uhh, neither Tadashi nor Reki took that packet of money, so I’m assuming the maid for that room had a REALLY good day that day.

My boys!!! 😂😂😂

So does no one in this city think it’s strange that drones are flying everywhere?

I hate this man so much it’s unreal.

[melishade]

Z-King: Awesome idea for Terran, makes you wonder how Founder Ymir feels about the Engeron involved in the titans and titan shifters. Also looks like Gabi got the short end of the stick with the Starscream AU.

Gabi’s death in the Revenge Timeline

How energon affects the Paths...is a bit of spoilers for Attack on Prime, so I won't elaborate for now.

And of course Gabi would get herself killed in one of these timelines that I have for Attack on Prime. Gabi is a very foolish character. She's impulsive, reckless, arrogant, and many of her own actions have nearly gotten herself killed, or have gotten someone else killed.

Example 1: Her introduction

Gabi literally offers to throw herself in danger to take out the armored train. She succeeds, but five seconds later, a soldier she didn’t kill, is trying to shoot her down with a machine gun.

Example 2: The Liberio Attack

Yes emotions were running high and there was chaos all around. But Gabi made the impulsive decision to try and join the fight. She gets stopped by the two guards at the interment zone, and as they are distracted, they get shot down by Sasha trying to tell Gabi to leave.

Example 3: Assassin’s Bullet

Gabi had no real reason to jump onto the blimp other than an emotional one. She was going on a suicide mission based on anger and grief, and yes she did kill someone, but if Falco was not there, she would have died. She only lived because Falco cared enough to follow and tackle her out the way.

Example 4: The Pitchfork at the Farm

Gabi and Falco are on the run, and Kaya states that she knows that the both of them are from Marley. Instead of trying to think rationally, and is instead flying off the handle, she tries to stab Kaya with a pitchfork! And Falco has to stop her. First of all, she’s outnumbered, and secondly, she’s a fugitive. If Gabi somehow managed to successfully kill Kaya, she would have been given the death penalty at that point because she killed an unarmed, civilian, child. On top of that, Mr. Blause, who is a hunter, may have shot her dead.

Example 5: The restaurant incident

The biggest example of Gabi being impulsive and reckless. Yes, Gabi and Falco go to Niccolo and ask for help, but when Niccolo realizes that Gabi is the one who kills Sasha, Gabi doesn’t shut her mouth. She keeps running her mouth, proudly stating that she killed Sasha. This causes Niccolo to fly off the handle and now Falco has to save her from getting hit with the wine bottle. But because she didn’t shut up, Niccolo lays her sins to bare before Sasha’s family, he holds Falco hostage and almost kills him, and Gabi keeps talking and insulting Sasha, which almost results in Kaya stabbing her in the head with a knife! But even after that, it’s too late now, because Falco is now infected with Zeke’s spinal fluid. All because Gabi did not think for once brief second.

Now you could argue that Gabi is a child. She was brainwashed. She didn’t know any better. Fair argument. However! You know who also was a child that was brainwashed and in theory shouldn’t know any better: Falco. Falco was in the exact same situation as Gabi, if not worse because he and his brother were forced to become warriors or get turned into titans. Falco knew when to read the room! Falco knew when to not put himself in danger! Falco knew when to keep his mouth shut when the situation called for it! The only reason he’s in a terrible situation in the first place is because he cares too much for Gabi.

So it would make absolute sense that Gabi would get herself killed in an Attack on Prime AU timeline, especially by someone like Starscream. Because Gabi is not picking anything up, she’s flying off the handle trying to prove a point and be right, that she is pissing someone off that has been through emotional, physical, verbal, psychological trauma by the same person that she’s talking about, along with his dislike for humans being the cherry on top.

Shockwave was running on logic, which is why she’s still alive in the Dark Timeline. Starscream was running on emotion, which is why Gabi died in the Revenge Timeline.

[thmgau]

CHAPTER 11 - THE AUCTION BEGINS [wattpad link]

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“Ohoho! It seems you 5 have fallen for my trap! ~” “YOU! Where the hell are we?!”

The group was in a freezing cold room, with their only source of light being a small, unreachable window. The door in front of them jiggled a little bit, & in walked The Auctioneer.

“Well, you’re in my Auction House, silly!” he smiled. “We already said we weren’t interested in bidding on anything, dude. Take a hint.” “The only one here who should be taking the hint is you!” The Auctioneer pointed at Cherry. “You all remember Thursday night, yea? When I said you didn’t have to bid on anything?” “Uh.. yea?” “See, you’re not here to bid on stuff, you’re here to be bid ON!” “Huh?” “What do you mean by that?”

The Auctioneer sighed. “Oh, you’re still confused? Well, y’see... this freezer that you 5 are in right now is a very special freezer!” “Is that true?” “Yes! In fact, it can turn people into statues!” “Statues?!” “Yup! Within an hour or two, you all should be 100% turned into statues, ready for the auction!” “That’s fucked up, dude!” “Well, if you didn’t want to be auctioned off, you shouldn’t have messed around in business that wasn’t yours.” The Auctioneer shrugged.

“What do you mean ‘business that wasn’t yours’?” “Perhaps the name Pim rings a bell?”

The group gasped.

“You mean that fucked-up banana guy?” “Hey! That ‘fucked-up banana guy’ is my boyfriend, thank you very much!” “He’s your boyfriend?!” “Yes! & he told me about the little stunt you all pulled at his restaurant, breaking his Bananainator & all!” “He was gonna turn everyone into bananas!” “That sounds like a you problem then. Anyways, Pim & I have some setting up to do for the auction! Ta-ta!”

With that, The Auctioneer took a bow & left the freezer, leaving the group to their own devices.

Cherry crossed their arms & leaned against the wall. “I shouldn’t have gone on that stupid scavenger hunt. It was a trick from the very beginning!”

“You went on a scavenger hunt too?” “Yea?” “I also went on a scavenger hunt!” “Did we all get lured here by the same thing?” “I guess so..” “That motherfucker! I’ll kill him!” “Well... how do we get outta here?” Nora questioned, looking around the room.

“What are the chances they forgot to lock the door?” Leslie asked. “Let’s see!”

Juniper approached the door & tried to open it. It did not work. “Well, I guess that answers that.”

“Whatever. If we don’t find a way out of this place soon, we’re fucked!” “What if we used our weapons?” “We can’t do that! My sibling’s here!” “Sorrel’s at the auction?” “Yea, they saw the poster from Thursday & was interested in the auction.. so..” “We can just.. use the weapons to knock down the door & then switch back into our normal clothes.” “Oh. I didn’t think of that.” “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s do that!”

The group all pulled on their necklaces & entered Hero Mode, summoning their weapons.

“Alright!” Cherry raised her sword up. “Let’s bust out of this fucking place!”

-

Outside of the freezer room, the Auction House was actually quite elegant. A few guests were there already, waiting for the auction to start. The Auctioneer, along with the help of Pim, were setting the last few things up.

There was a table set up, with refreshments such as Arby’s chicken tenders, pizza, cupcakes, & more. Purple balloons were set in place on the table, being held down by some rocks. A clipboard was set on the table as well, with some Sharpies, for guests to sign in.

Most of the preparations were complete. All they had to do now was take the eggs into the back of the Auction House. After the auction was finished, Pim & The Auctioneer were going to celebrate by making some omelettes.

“Nice thinking on the eggs, Pim,” The Auctioneer smiled, grabbing the 3 egg cartons. “I haven’t had omelettes in a looong time!” “& I’ve never had omelettes at all! It’ll be a nice meal to celebrate our revenge, Puck.” “It sure will!”

As the two of them walked toward the back, however, they had no idea they were being watched.

“Hmm.. I think those were Dollar General eggs.” Natalie hummed. “What... do Dollar General eggs have to do with anything?” Sorrel asked. “I’ll have you know that I work at Dollar General, & a f- a customer bought THREE cartons of eggs today! Not to mention, the banana guy!” “The... banana guy? You mean the guy in the banana costume?” “No, no. From what I’ve heard, that’s not a costume. That’s his skin.” “Oh, creepy.” “Yeah. Can you believe that guy tried to take over capitalism?! Something fishy is going on at this auction, & I’m gonna solve it.”

“Wait- hold on..” Sorrel paused. “Did you say.. take over capitalism?” “Uh- yeah?” “My sister was telling me a guy was trying to take over capitalism when I landed from my flight here. She never mentioned he was a banana.” “Some things are better left not being mentioned, I suppose.” Natalie shrugged, pulling out her squeaky hammer. “Enough waiting around, now. I’m gonna investigate.” “Um.. ok. Good l-”

All of a sudden, the building started to rumble. It wasn’t an earthquake, because it was only for a second or two. The Auctioneer nearly dropped the eggs.

“What was THAT?”

The Auctioneer & Pim turned to look at each other. The Auctioneer handed the eggs over to Pim. “Bring these to the kitchen, babe. I’m gonna go check on something.” “Ok, love you!” “Love you too!”

Natalie & Sorrel watched as The Auctioneer speed-walked across the Auction House & into a door. Natalie glanced around for a couple seconds.

“I’m following them.” “Isn’t that illegal?” “I’ve done worse.”

& so, Natalie snuck over & followed The Auctioneer to his destination.

-

“Hi-YAH!”

After what felt like an eternity, Cherry finally got the door knocked down.

“Woohoo!” Leslie cheered. “We’re free!” “Finally,” Cherry stretched her arms. “Now we can-”

Before Cherry could finish their sentence, the ground started rumbling.

“Oh, great. An earthquake.”

After a second or two, the rumbling stopped.

“Huh. Earthquakes usually last longer than that.” “I don’t think that was an earthquake.” “Let’s just focus on trying to get outta here.”

The group started walking down the hall, looking around for anything that could help them.

“Hey, I see a flight of stairs!” Juniper said, pointing toward a flight of stairs.

“Huh! That must mean we’re underground.” “Why would an auction house have a basement with a human freezer that turns people into statues?” “Beats me.” “I guess we should go up the stairs then, huh?” “I guess. If it’s the way out.”

The group pulled on their ties, reverting back into their normal clothes, & started heading up the stairs in a straight line (Kalani was in front). They hadn’t even made it 10 steps before they heard footsteps rapidly approaching them.

“Ah. Footsteps. Never a good thing to hear when you’re trying to escape something.”

After a few moments, The Auctioneer came to a sudden stop in front of the group, with a cane in his hand.

“Oh! You’ve escaped!” The Auctioneer grinned. “Yea, yea, now can you get out of our way please?” Kalani tried to shoo him off. “We kind of don’t want to be statues.” “Who said you had a choice in the matter?” The Auctioneer poked Kalani with the cane, & one by one the group tumbled down the stairs.

“OW!”

As they all landed on the ground, The Auctioneer walked down the stairs, approaching them.

“Now, for your safety, I highly recommend you get back in the freezer.” “Absolutely fuckin’ not, buddy.”

The group hopped up & tugged on their necklaces, entering Hero Mode once more with their weapons in hands.

“Oh, you wanna play it like that, do you now?” The Auctioneer tossed his cane aside. “Then I’d be happy to oblige.”

Nora flung her whip at The Auctioneer a couple of times, but they moved out of the way before it hit them. Cherry tried to swing her sword at The Auctioneer, however, he just grabbed the blade with his hands before it hit him.

“Feelin’ a little feisty now, are we?” “Wh- How are your hands not bleeding?!” “That’s none of your business!”

Cherry tried to yank their sword out of The Auctioneer’s hands, but either they were too weak or The Auctioneer was too strong, because it wasn’t working.

“Let go of my sword, asshole!” “No thanks!” “Don’t worry, Cherry-pop!” Kalani said, aiming her wand at The Auctioneer. “I’ve got this!”

Kalani shot a magic blast from his wand at The Auctioneer. They maneuvered the sword in such a way that it reflected the magic blast, making it bounce back at the group. They all dodged the blast & it hit the wall.

“Ooookay. Guess I don’t got this.”

The Auctioneer grinned. “Now, clearly we’ve entered a standstill. It would be smart of you to enter the freezer again. Delaying the inevitable will only cause further problems.”

“Do you think we’re dumb enough to go back in there?” “You’re certainly dumb enough to go on my scavenger hunt.” “HOW were we supposed to know that was a trap?” “How weren’t you supposed to know? It was written all over the poster, in purple, cursive font-”

Before The Auctioneer could finish their sentence, they collapsed to the ground, with a squeaky noise accompanying his fall. The group looked up.

It was Natalie.

[hqmillioncorn]

Lalapril 4/7: Trial

Babycorn adjusted the flight cap on Dusty’s head and took a step back.

“There we go! It’s a perfect fit!!”

Dusty nipped at Babycorn’s pom in happiness, she giggled in response. “I told you it would look great on you!” she assured him. Dusty had confided in her earlier his fear of heights so Babycorn had taken it upon herself to get him a gift ahead of his flight training. 

“With this lucky hat you can do anything now Dusty!!”

“Actually I changed my mind! Let’s go back inside!” Babycorn began the arduous process of dismounting Dusty and wriggling herself free. Just as she was about to step back onto solid ground she felt a pair of hands grab her and place her right back on top.

“Sorry Babycorn. But remember what you told us?” 

Thancred handed the reins back to a disheartened looking Babycorn and gave her a smile, “You told us, quite specifically, to stop you if you tried to get yourself out of this.”

“What if I have a tummy ache?” 

Thancred went the extra mile and took out a note from his pocket to look it over. “Even if you have a tummy ache. No getting yourself out of this one.”

“Fiddlesticks…”

Babycorn crossed her arms in frustration and Dusty let out a nervous “Kweeh…” He was clearly no less excited to be taking flight than Babycorn was.

“I would think flying just a few fulms in the air would be no match for the Warrior of Light that defeated the Ultimate weapon.” Thancred knew he was teasing her but he was hoping that being annoyed at him would take Babycorn’s mind off of her current predicament of being on the roof of the waking sands.

“Ultima!” Cherrypit yelled out. Just the name got him excited. Ultima had been his favorite playmate so far. Besides Babycorn of course. It wasn’t very often that Cherrypit got to go all out on someone. That was a big part of why her friends and the scions knew about their little secret now.

Babycorn glared right at Thancred, a sight he was very used to by now. “At least Ultima didn’t make me fly like a billion talls in the air then fly back down! Did it?”

“No. All it did was threaten to kill you.”

“Exactly!”

Meanwhile, on the ground. Papalymo, Yda and Alphinaud were waiting with bated breaths to watch Dusty’s maiden voyage from the roof to the ground.

“My only concern is the weight. Since both her and Cherrypit are riding I’m afraid they could drop just a bit too fast.” 

Papalymo knew that given Dusty’s size he was a breed built for riders of much smaller statures. It was something he knew well given how many times Yda had pointed out just how much smaller his rental Chocobo was compared to her’s.

“Well we shouldn’t be worried about that at all!” Yda pointed out.

“What makes you say that?”

“Well Cherry is a zombie right?” Yda waved over to Cherrypit to get his attention. Cherrypit immediately noticed her and excitedly waved right back, his long sleeve whooshed quickly in the wind. “That should make him much lighter than a normal person!”

“You’re thinking of ghosts Yda. Regardless of Cherrpit’s current state is, it doesn’t make him weight any less than he would if he were fully living.”

“It doesn’t?!” Yda’s surprise was also accompanied by Babycorn’s voice saying the exact same thing. She was taken by surprise because she had just told Yda days earlier about how Cherrypit must weigh less because he’s not alive.

Papalymo clapped his hands together and raised his voice enough so Babycorn could hear it from the rooftop. “No it doesn’t!!” Hopefully this info would sink into both of their heads.

Alphinaud, who had been too busy watching Babycorn and Thancreds struggle to fully pay attention to Yda and Papalymo’s discussion, suddenly turned to look at them. “That’s…! Of course Cherrypit isn’t a g-g-ghost! That’s…absurd! I think one of us would notice if Cherry was a g-ghost…!” There was a clear nervousness to his voice, despite his choice of words clearly trying to trick people into thinking otherwise.

Then before anyone could say anything Alphinaud excused himself with the reason of helping Babycorn create a flight path. That would take her from the roof to the ground directly under her.

“Everything ready down there?” Thancred called from up above.

Right on cue Minfilia came out of the waking sands with a small flag carrying Babycorn’s crudely drawn face on it. It wasn’t an unusual thing to see someone carrying around nowadays, considering her skyrocketing fame lately. Something Babycorn was very vocal about being opposed to.

“We’re ready down here!” Minfilia waved the flag back and forth to signal to Babycorn where her landing spot was. Everyone that was in the way of her flight path moved out of the way via Alphinaud’s orders.

“Babycorn! Don’t be afraid! Just keep your eyes focused on me!” Minfilia cried out. Hoping that her earlier promise of buying Babycorn cookies if she did this would come in clutch at this pivotal moment.

Babycorn looked down at where Minfilia and the others were. She remembered the cookies and the fun picnic that Minfilia had promised her if she at least gave this flying thing a try. 

Well, it was actually more like a very long glide. It wasn’t even a full flight and it didn’t need to be. These were baby steps after all.

Given two out of the three fliers were scared of heights.

Even Dusty was promised a bunch of extras treats too.

Cherrypit was told he could eat from both of the treats. He didn’t really need any convincing of anything.

“Looks like they’re all ready for you down there.”

Thancred gave Babycorn a reassuring pat on her back and stepped back to give her space to rev up. And also just in case she thought of biting him again. Like the last five times had gone.

Babycorn remained silent, only grabbing the reins with a tight grip. Or was tight as she could hold onto anyway. Behind her, Cherrypit grabbed onto Babycorn’s belt and wiggled around in happiness. He was very excited to get flying.

“Okay Dusty?” Babycorn wrapped her arms around Dusty and nuzzled her face against his feathers. “I know you’re scared but we got this! Besides, I'm scared too! And if we’re both scared then it like cancels each other out right?” Babycorn was now on the level of fear where she wasn’t making any sense.

“Kwee…! Kweeh!!” Of course Dusty was ready! He knew that in order to keep Babycorn and Cherrypit safe he would need to learn to fly eventually. There were probably going to be places they would go where he would need to learn.

So it was time to face his fears.

“Kweeh!!” Dusty let out a triumphant cry and spread his wings.

“Yeah let’s go!!”

Dusty took a step back and ran forward before either he or Babycorn could regret it. With a simple hope off the roof they were in the air.

Time seemed to slow down to a crawl as Dusty majestically flew above everyone’s heads.

Then in that instant, Dusty and his passengers dropped straight to the ground.

A cloud of dust gathered around them, no one could tell how hurt Dusty and the others were. It wasn’t until the dust had blown away that everyone on the ground noticed that Dusty was sitting down besides Babycorn and Cherrypit, who had landed on some apple crates.

Cherrypit was the first one up and Babycorn soon joined him after. Yda yelled out to Babycorn if she was okay and in response Babycorn remained silent. Until her eyes started to become watery with a few tears forming under them. She sniffled right after.

“Oh Babycorn…” Minfilia put the flag away and ran towards Dusty’s crash spot alongside the others. Thankfully she had sent Yda and Papalymo ahead of time to buy a boatload of candy just in case something like this happened.

[mamahoga]

My Love Is Not Insane, You Are Just Too Sane - Chapter 1

{ Here's a story my lovely cockroaches. I've never written horror before so maybe I'll rewrite this in the future? I haven't figured out a title yet. }

Elizer hums a cherry song to himself as he inspects the liver in his hands. “Hm…decent enough. You’re lungs are terrible though. Do you really smoke at this age?” His smile was sweet and caring like talking to his child. But suddenly it became black and he kicked the empty carcass into the island wall in the kitchen. “Don’t you?!” He continued to kick and spit at her before he finally calmed down and panted, grabbing his inhaler and shook it before he took a breath from it. “Fucking bitch. I leave for one month and this is what I find. You’re lucky I know some who like them a bit banged up because you look like a mess.” He let out am maniacal laugh and smirks, unaware of his visitor behind him.

The unknown man freezes in horror at the scene before him. He couldn’t move, too transfixed by the horrific sight of someone butchering his ex. He lets out a loud gasp, getting the attention of the crazed man. Elizer turned around quickly and froze with a guilty expression as he slowly got closer to the other with a small smile. “Colter…you weren’t…You weren’t supposed to see that my love. You really shouldn’t have.” The young man known as Colter took a moment to react before quickly taking steps back to run from the bloody male. But that was all in vain as he was easily caught by him in a tight grip.

“You have to forget all that. You love me don’t you? So do this for me okay love?” His hands moved to the other’s cheeks clutching in a gentle possessive grip and giggled not even noticing as he stained his face with blood from his hands. Colter could only frantically nod as he tried to flinch away unless he wanted the insane man to hurt him. “Y-Yeah.” His voice trembled and intense green eyes bored into Elizer’s vantablack ones. He only smiled sweetly back at him and loosened his grip on the other and pulled them close.

“Don’t be scare okay? I would never hurt you. I did all this for you!” He dragged him over to the mangled and mostly tortured body smiling more widely. “See?! It’s the bitch who hurt you! I took good care of her till she was begging for forgiveness.” Elizer hugged his arm with a sweet smile and went to kiss his cheek when he was suddenly slammed into the wall. “What the hell?! What in the fucking hell did you do to her?!” The male’s face was cold and uncaring for the atrocity he just committed. “I killed her for you,” he said calmly. He slipped his arms around the shorter man’s neck and smiled. “Are you happy? She was going to use her popularity and riches to ruin your life-”

“Why the fuck is it any of you business?!” He pushed him away harshly making him gasp and wince. In a hand to hand fight, Elizer would be lucky to barely scrape by since not only does he have asthma, he’s so thin one could see the bones slightly poking out his skin. He watched as the love of his life paced around the room caught between rage and panic. “Because I love you!” He reached out for the other’s cheek again and whimper. “Are angry because I left it so messy? I’ll clean it, I promise. Do you not like her blood on me?” Elizer beamed and laughed brightly. “I understand perfectly! I don’t want her pig blood on me either.”

Colter shook his head and pulled away, backing up against the wall. “W-Who are you? How did you get in here?” He thinks for a moment and his eyes widen. “Shit, how long have you been watching me?!” Elizer blinks and tears fill his eyes as his face falls with a betrayed look. “You…don’t remember me? How could you?! I wasn’t even gone that long!” He trembles and starts to furiously wipe the blood off his with his sleeve. “Can you not see me through her blood?! Once I’m pure will you remember me?!”

Colter hesitates, trying to place the boy in his mind. “N-No…why should I?” He asked even more wary when he saw the other start to laugh before kicking over a chair with sudden anger. “My love, don’t be cruel…is this your punishment for being gone for so long?” Colter flinches more surprised than frightened at this point. “Well…Why don’t you try to remind me.” He softens his voice to trying to get him to calm down as well and it started to work after a moment. “…We last saw each other a month ago. I had to go on a business trip with my mom so I had to leave. I wasn’t able to keep an eye on you for too long but I knew enough to make me come home a bit early.” He digs into his shirt and pull out a green half heart and opens it revealing a picture of him being kissed on the cheek under a mistletoe.

Colter’s eyes widen and he digs into his pocket and pulls out the matching other half of the heart except it was black. Inside was a picture of himself kissing someone under the mistletoe. Elizer smiled and tears pricked his eyes again. “So you still have it?” Colter slowly nodded. “Yeah…This was one of the things on me when I woke up. I didn’t know who was on the other side but I wanted to find them…” Elizer only laughed lightly and hugged him tightly. “So do you remember me now, Colt?” The memory for the former was in flashes but it was there nonetheless. “A bit…I was in a car crash a month ago…” He slides to the ground as recognition fills his expression before frustration takes over and he grits his teeth.

He slams his fist down on the ground and curses, “Damn, why can’t I remember your name?” Elizer nods gently as he smiles and scurries into his arms for a hug. “It’s fine love. Don’t hurt yourself.” He grabbed his knuckles and kissed them softly and smiled warmly. “We’ll go slow. If we go too fast it might put you in a bad shock. Remembering my name will be like the final puzzle piece! Let’s just get out of here okay?” Colter doesn’t hug back still wary and gently pushes him away, his dark curly hair falling into his eyes as he looks down. “…Why?”

“Because I love you Colt. I always have and always will.” He was stunned for a moment before nodding. “And I…” He swallowed. “Appreciate that…but you can’t just go around killing my exes…especially when you’re killing for someone who doesn’t even remember you.” He glanced at the girls body but Elizer blocked his line of sight which he was thankful for. “Well alright. I won’t do it anymore.” He guides Colter’s face by his cheek to look at him and smiles. “We’re leaving. That thing will be taken care of so only look at me. I promise to be good, just for you darling.” The other shivers and slowly climbs up to stand on his own feet. “Where are we going?” He was happy to leave the room without being dismembered.

“My home of course. Don’t worry, I don’t bring other people in there.” He stands up after him and pulls out his phone so he can text a colleague. Once he’s done he puts it away and gives all his attention back to Colter. “Let’s go hun.” He puts his arm out so the mention could take it, but he remembered that they’re still rebuilding their relationship so he pulled his arm back and just opened the door for him. “Thank you,” he says not just thanking him for opening the door. Elizer seemed to get the meaning and just shook his head. “Stop, I don’t deserve for something as small as this.” Colter half expected to feel the icy blade of a knife slip into his ribs but only felt warm hands on his back gently pushing him out.

Once they got in front of his car he opened the door for Colter. “Hop in.” But he did not get in and instead too a step back. “You…How do I know you’re not lying to me…You could just kill me too.” For a moment it became silent and even the crawling of bugs could be heard.

“Hm…Now that I think about it, I very much could do that.”

Backstage:

Elizer: *stab stab*

Colt: What do you have there?

Elizer: *holds up a bloody knife* A knife!

Colt: NO-!!!

[backhurtyy]

i’m gonna say it. i am sick and tired of seeing ad*m in the official sk8 art.

[passivenovember]

All the way across time, Billy’s knuckles drip pearls of red onto the dashboard. He’s drunk. Can’t hold his head up for longer than ten seconds, just enough for Steve to get the seatbelt around him, and the door closed, and the window rolled down because, “I’m gonna ralph.”

Steve grips the wheel. 

It doesn’t matter. So his chest shouldn’t convulse, twisting with worry for this asshole. This dickhead. This reckless piece of--

“Steve, I’m gonna puke.”

Emotion clogs his throat, wading through two years of this means nothing to me. blonde hair and blue eyes and cherry red lips, paving the way toward nothing.

Billy grips his member’s jacket, “Please, I’m gonna be sick,” 

And.

Steve thinks he’d like to see that. Could enjoy it, maybe, relaxing into how a little bit of pain would smooth things over, but. 

“You’re not throwing up in here,” Steve says bluntly, neverminded the tell-tale shade of pea-green Billy’s nose has gone. “You should’ve thought it through before you did that last keg stand.”

“Had to do it,” Billy grumbles.

He does a lot of things because he thinks he’s supposed to. Kisses Steve for two years because he wants to. Asks Steve to run away with him because he has to. Can’t stay in the red pin-point of Hawkins a moment longer. Avoids Steve because he had to break up with him. Punches Steve’s new toy across the jaw because he has to--

It gets old.

Billy makes a pained gurgling noise, leaning forward to clutch at his stomach.

Steve frowns. “I’m not slowing the car down, asshole,” but he pumps the breaks, anyway, aching to rub his back even as the words land like fists against Billy’s spine. 

The Beemer Idles at the next red light so Billy can blow chunks on the cobble brick of Main street. 

Steve hates this.

He wants to go home. He imagines what would happen if he told Billy to walk. To find his own way back to cherry lane--He peers out the window, into the dead of night. Counts to twenty. Says, “I can’t believe you did that,” the second Billy’s upright again. 

Billy wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “I tried to swallow it but it kept coming back up--”

“No, I mean.” The light changes. Steve pulls forward, so close to home he can almost feel his bedsheets against his skin. “The fight. I can’t believe--”

“I didn’t do it for you.”

Steve presses down on the gas pedal. “You’re such an asshole.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re the martyr and I’m the monster lurching toward town hall. No two ways about it,” 

Steve turns onto Loch Nora, speeding toward his neighborhood like maybe if he gets there fast enough, things will start to make sense. He breathes through his nose. Feels the wind on his face. “You have twenty seconds to tell me why.” Steve says.

Billy fumbles around for his cigarettes, finally pinching one between his teeth and holding onto it while the car lighter sparks itself alive. By the time it pops free, glowing red like a fallen star in, Steve’s already cut the engine.

He’s home.

The grass needs watering and it’s almost summer. Billy puffs his cigarette. Won’t look at him and doesn’t say anything for a long time.

But Steve. He can’t accept that. It’s eating him alive, hope and anger raging wild in his stomach, getting drunk on stale beer. No matter what he’s thinking, chewing on words he can’t force into any meaningful order--

“It’s been more than twenty seconds.” 

Billy finally turns in his seat, eyebrow split open and trickling blood when he raises it. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Steve swallows around the lump in his throat, and. Billy’s eyes. They’re soft on Steve’s face. Softer than he’s seen them in months, since Billy killed this. Killed them. 

Steve feels like a ghost, watching Billy drop his skull against the headrest. In profile, Steve notices his lip blowing huge. Notices he’s hurt, more than he’ll ever let on, and.

“Why’d you do that,” Steve tries. 

He’s ready to beg. To kick and scream. Punch out the dashboard and shatter the window and light the whole world on fire. “Billy,” Steve says, hating the way his voice is going to crack and blow everything apart. “I--”

“I think,” Billy rasps, “My knuckles--”

Steve undoes his seatbelt, absolutely sick to his stomach.

--

The first time Billy broke up with him, Steve didn’t eat for three days. 

Not because he’s so gone on the asshole that Steve can’t live without him, but because Billy had shown up at Steve’s front door with three broken ribs and a black eye someone could park a school bus on. 

And Steve took one look at him, cracked open and bleeding himself because Billy wouldn’t let Steve touch him, and knew, that.

This was his fault. And it was over.

They never talked again, after that. Surprise, surprise.

Not about anything that matters. Not about what happens to Billy at home. If Max saw something she wasn’t supposed to. If Neil ever got curious, if he had people keep an eye out. If, wrapped in each other’s arms behind a dumpster at the county fair, maybe they should’ve been more careful.

It was Steve’s fault. 

At the end of the day, Billy may think he’s Frankenstein’s monster but really, he’s the bird with shattered wings and Steve’s the asshole driving over it, so.

When Billy shoulders his way into the house. When he pauses, eyes glued to the skylight and the midnight galaxy beyond that, and says, “Looks just like I remember,” before he removes his jacket, wincing in a way that has Steve feeling like he just got stabbed with something short and dull, it gives Steve hope.

Hope that they can fix this. That Steve can patch it up just like he used to, tucking Billy into the bath, soapy water warming his chest until he’s not angry anymore. 

Steve doesn’t want to be angry anymore.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” He tries, and follows Billy down the hall to the bathroom, where he strips down to his boxers and plops, gingerly, on the edge of the toilet without having to be told.

They go through the motions.

Steve pokes and prods, slathering Neosporin over cuts and scrapes, even the ones Billy insists don’t hurt. He cleans the wounds, anyway. He tapes the knuckles. Says, “You got your ass kicked, Hargrove,” Chest filling with hymnals and shaking, crushing explosions when Billy smiles. 

It’s small. Almost non-existent, but.

It’s there. 

Steve winds Billy’s hair into a bun and runs him a bath. Without having to be told. And Billy strips naked, slipping into the water, without having to be told. 

But Steve has to be told. Asked. “Will you sit with me?”

“What?”

“I don’t want to be alone,” Billy sounds scared. Working hard to buff nerves from the atmosphere when he clears his throat and asks, “Will you get in with me.”

Steve turns, his hand still on the doorknob. He keeps his eyes on Billy’s face, on his lips, where they’ve started to turn purple on the left corner, no matter how much he wants to look. To see and touch--

“Whatever, stupid to even ask,” 

Billy’s eyes close like doors. His arms stretch and grip onto either side of the tub so he can lean back, eyes slipping closed so he doesn’t see the way Steve vibrates all over. The way his hands shake, pulling his shirt over his head. Unbuckling his pants. He steps into the water, refusing to meet Billy’s eyes as the bubbles close around them.

Steve clears his throat, ready to cut his heart open and apologize, nearly dying on the spot when Billy beats him to it.

“I fucked everything up.” Billy gasps.

And.

Steve wishes he could say it's awkward.

That he’s not hard, with the water scorching every inch of him, and Billy’s swampy, wet eyes pinning him in place, but.

He’s choking on want. On desperation and love. “Billy--”

Billy shakes his head, refusing to listen. “I just. With Neil--”

“--I know--”

“--I’m afraid, Steve.” Billy blinks, pinprick tears sliding down the swell of his cheeks. His knuckles turn white on the tub, grip so firm Steve worries for Billy’s split skin and fresh bandages. “I was so afraid when he brought it up that I ruined everything, and--”

Steve shushes him, wading forward a little, until he slots himself between Billy’s legs. 

“I don’t want anything to happen to you,” Billy tells him, sitting up. “I never want anything to happen to you, so I let you go. And then tonight, when you were wrapped in that loser’s arms, laughing at his fucking jokes--”

Steve wants to say that the loser means nothing to him. Could never mean anything to him, when he’s got Billy in his life like this--

“But it was my fault, Steve. Everything’s been my fault for so long and I treated you like shit because I was scared to death that something would happen. I pushed you away and now--”

“I love you,” Steve tells him. 

Because it’s all he can manage to say. Because it’s simple and easy and in the end, love’s gonna win out.

Steve won’t accept anything else.

But wherever Billy is, whatever he’s been sword fighting, tears staining his pillow every night for three months in a house Steve could never reach him, is putting on a hell of a performance.

“No,” Billy says bluntly.

“Baby.”

“No,” Billy says again, “Don’t say that. I’m shit. I’m scum, Steve, I’m--”

“I love you,” Steve shrugs. Billy’s eyes search his face, tears frozen and stuck to his flashes like unearthed diamonds. 

Steve takes a deep breath. Prepares for war. “What happened wasn’t your fault.” He begins, ready to slay the dragon, but.

Billy bares his teeth. Digs his heels in. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes, I do.” Steve insists. He wants to touch Billy. Wants to haul him to his chest and lock him there forever.

Not now.

Not yet.

“You don’t deserve what happened and what happened, Billy--” Steve takes his shoulders, soapy hands moving to hold Billy’s cheeks until Billy looks at him. “That wasn’t you fault.”

Billy’s crying now, hunched forward so Steve as to submerge his chest in water, ducking to get those baby blues back where they belong.

Billy rattles, letting Steve’s hands gentle his cheeks, catching his tears and setting them free like wishes. Dreams. Steve presses a kiss, delicate as pressed flowers, to Billy’s forehead.

And both cheeks.

And each corner of his mouth, smearing his chin in a slow, sloppy kiss until Billy cracks open.

“I’m sorry,” He gasps, finally, finally, wrapping his arms around Steve’s neck and pulling him close.. “I’m sorry, Steve, so fucking sorry--”

“I love you, Billy. I’ll tell you everyday, ever morning and before bed, cradling you in my arms, until you believe me,” Steve tells the dragon.

You’re cast out. There are no more shadowy corners to come home to.

[theg-unit]

Ghost headcannons

We back with more. God I need a new hobbie

-avoids mirrors like the plague and with the constant mask wearing, has genuinely forgotten what his face looks like. has a Glasgow smile. and a tongue piercing.

-genuinely so stealthy. He’s just so chronically quiet, (half training, half growing up in an abusive household) that sometimes he just fades into the background. Which coincidentally scares the shit out of everyone when he decides to speak and he’s suddenly just like ‘there’

-that being said he is still a very big man. He hits his head and shoulders on doorframes occasionally. But he is also very flexible for some reason. Which means he can fit in places he shouldn’t be. Like random cupboards and crawl spaces. Sometimes people will look up and he’s just there in the ceiling vent (which is occasionally actually just one of the spare masks he keeps lying around if he needs, but he thinks it’s funny)

-he’s a total cat. Loves being in really high places or the floor in the most inconvenient spots, such as trees, rafters, doorways, under desks and the roof. A lot of the times he sleeps there.

-the base makes chuck Norris jokes about ghost. Like “ghost uses pepper spray as seasoning” “hand sanitiser kills 99% of germs, ghost kills 100% of whatever he wants to” just shit like that.

-ghost eats anything put in front of him with one exception. He’s a big dude and that takes food to fuel so he’s never heard of the word picky. That said he will eat food off the ground (no matter how often price tries to get him to stop) but he refuses to eat maraschino cherries.

-he was a road man as a teen. He still listens to uk drill though he has been introduced to the Australian scene recently and he loves it. ONEFOUR is always his top artist. Closely followed by Adele and Billie Eilish. He likes to get in his feels sometimes. 

-reluctant cat dad. ya’know that very specific “I refuse to get a cat, I hate them” three days later they're best friends.

-massive fan of the great British bake off. excessively judgemental and a great baker. his cooking is a bit rough (mainly eats Tesco meal deals). but his baking is astronomically good. 

-just kinda... flops. if he doesn't want to move just goes completely boneless.

-purposely spreads and encourages rumours about himself to the new recruits or visiting forces. really enjoys the one that says his mask is an actual skull.

-is an ash blonde. his hair is actually kinda curly and he thinks it makes him look like his mum.

-mad titties. and we all know bout dat ass. he's just thick allll over. he's a little self conscious of his tummy but soap likes it.