#and the other one cackled evilly

[musings-of-miss-j]

a group of architecture students was slaughtered and this was the loot

[bylertruther]

the usage of tentacles in stranger things is so graphic lol like 🤨 i know what u are, bro(s)......

[mathlann]

Deeply scared for Pascal's ending all of the sudden

[rokkazu]

funny vampire x werewolf romance au is all fun and games until you realize vampires dont age. and werewolves do. and you may have catastrophically failed to realize the Implications of that :) until literally just now:)))

[queer-crusader]

okay separate post about Will Turner because i love him actually

my man throws his sword twice in this film. Once to block off Jack's exit during their fight in the workshop, and once to save his life at the gallows. This man is a SPECTACULAR swordsman (and during that fight in the 'shop? When Jack tests his skill? it feels less out of curiosity and more sort of mentor-y. I think that's the most truly captain-like we've seen Jack, but that's about Jack, not Will. Still, love that moment). But MORE than that, he is a good man and a good pirate.

His whole arc gets put into a few simple words by Jack:

"The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do, and what a man can't do. For instance, you can accept that your father was a pirate and a good man, or you can't. But pirate is in your blood, boy, so you'll have to square with that someday."

Throughout the film we go from Will seeing absolute red at the mere mention of pirates, furiously trying to kill Jack and dispute the fact that his father was anything else than a merchant sailor, to who he is by the end of it. We see him in the brig of the Pearl with the other crew members as he asks them about his father, and when Pintel and Ragetti tell him Bill never felt comfortable with the mutiny and sent off the treasure because he believed they all deserved to be and remain cursed, and Mr Gibbs called him a good man... His face lights up. Because now he knows for a fact Bill Turner was a pirate and a good man. He had principles that he stood by. And it helps Will to accept the same duality within him

There's also the whole class difference between him and Elizabeth and Norrington that i think is so fascinatingly written. Will knows he is of lesser standing and cannot afford to step outside of it ("How many more times must i tell you to call me Elizabeth, Will?" "At least once more, miss Swan. As always." "...Good day then, Mr Turner") while Elizabeth is more brash and outspoken towards him, especially after her dream that transported her back to her ten-year-old self. He behaves like a gentleman (because he is a good man, but also because he has to), but as the film is set in motion, his frustrations at being overlooked and ignored due to his standing despite his heart and skill start to shine through. When Elizabeth is taken, he bursts into Norrington's tactical meeting to retrieve her, telling them all his plans aren't good enough when Norrington responds drily and with this unwavering reason in his voice, and slams a hatchet into the map. Norrington takes him aside and, now with strain shining through in his voice, reminds Will to please remember he is not the only man present who cares for Elizabeth (referring to both himself and the governor, her father, who is also present).

Norrington later calls him rash for acting when the Navy was working on a plan, which does track - Will is rash. But it does make me think if that rashness and the outbursts are supposedly a sign of the fire of piracy in his blood, or also a representation of his class and the effect that it has on him for being treated constantly as lesser than when he in truth measures up so well. He has to fight for everything dear to him. But that fire and passion of course do remain even when he finally gets to be with Elizabeth and no longer has to fight for her. Anyway, all that to say that my man has heart. And i love him very dearly

[the-music-maniac]

This is a purely indulgent crack idea, but I think it would be very funny if there was this time travel fix-it for the events of FF7/Sephiroth's insanity, except instead of just one person getting sent back, almost everyone in Avalanche (Cloud, Vincent, Tifa, Barret, Yuffie, Nanaki, Cait Sith/Reeve, etc. ) gets sent back. And all of them think they're the only one that time travelled. So, you essentially have a bunch of people trying to pretend they don't know anything about the future and assuming no one else knows about the future, and being confused af 90% of the time because the others aren't reacting in a predictable way to what they know about the future.

How this happens could occur in one of two ways - everyone gets sent back at different time points, and so their initial efforts to kill Sephiroth before he becomes genocidal includes them one by one meeting Miniroth and going Oh No This Is A Child, and Sephiroth progressively getting more and more well adjusted by the time he meets the next time traveller because now he has a group of people hellbent on fighting Shinra and Hojo on his behalf with the dual reasons of you are not going to become another genocidal maniac under my watch, and Why Is The Child Fighting A War Who Authorized This. I think the order of time travel should happen with age (ex. Vincent arrives first, Cloud and Tifa and Nanaki arrive last, etc.).

Or they all show up at once when Sephiroth is an adult. All of them are covertly trying to assassinate him but failing bc they keep accidentally cancelling out each other's attempts.

I want a cartoonish level of obliviousness. Arguably Cloud, Reeve (or Cait Sith?????) and Cid, and potentially Nanaki, are the ONLY ones that really have the excuse to be in Shinra, so everyone is confused about why other people they know are suddenly There™ yet somehow not landing on the obvious answer of more than one time traveller. All of them bullshit just well enough to throw doubt bc they're all pretending they don't know anything about the future. Aerith has an inkling about what's going on bc the planet talks to her, but she's too entertained at the shenanigans to be much help. Zack has no idea what's going on, cause he's not a time traveller, or someone in kahoots with the planet. Shinra is in absolute chaos because of how much people are meddling. At the same time, everyone is simultaneously noticing that 1. Seph is surprisingly, a very normal (even kind?) guy. What gives. 2. Man was, on the contrary to popular belief, not walking around with delusions of grandeur or cackling evilly in the months before his sanity went kaput and is in fact, malnourished, overworked and depressed, 3. Hojo and Shinra were even bigger bastards than expected.

Meanwhile Sephiroth is there like: man, people sure are up in my business a lot lately. He's thinking this as he stares dead eyed out the window, with his tenth cup of coffee in hand and a sheath of thick paperwork tucked under his arm. Behind him is Barret hiding (badly) in a fake plant.

I dunno how but this results in every one of our beloved protagonists (and Sephiroth) surviving, no one going insane, and Hojo dying an awful death. And then the gradual dismantling of Shinra, hurray.

[lilyorchard-exposed]

Lily's Incest Loving Friend, nooblord9001

Friends indeed, for a reason.

Besides nooblord9001 being obviously into "The Coffin of Andy and Leyley" as a signifier for liking incest, there are other reasons Lily might have become her friend. Let's look at why.

In "The Wholesome vs Dark Media Debate" video, Lily confirms that nooblord9001 (a formerly suspected sockpuppet) is her friend (although she doesn't follow her on Tumblr for some reason, at least at the time Lily made the video, as seen in the screenshot below. I'll give her the benefit of the doubt and say she took this screenshot logged out of her account).

(video link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5prj2N5aGxY) The link is also available in archive.org

The interesting thing about nooblord, is that, like Lily, she is also into incest!

In this post, we can see that nooblord links her google drive to her ocs.

(post link: https://www.tumblr.com/nooblord9001/755420376569462784)

When you click on her Google Drive (link: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1IeTDMlVF85u_0PKZltMgtkZlDZPIsK4o), you can see which email this is being shared from.

Searching her name brings interesting results. First of all, you can see her publicly available YouTube account, which confirms this is her other username and not a coincidence. You can Google this yourself.

(link to channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-j-xny3sY1Tcset8SNi_3Q)

She has a Reddit account (link: https://www.reddit.com/user/GammaWALLE/) where she talks about Lily, the Coffin of Andy and Leyley, among other normal topics. Again, this is likely to be her Reddit account, considering the alignment of topics on her Tumblr and Reddit, as well as her user icon.

(link to post: https://www.tumblr.com/nooblord9001/753407438179418112/cackles-evilly?source=share)

Pretty consistent, considering there is always the "That's not my account! That's a stalker!" argument Lily and others like to make. No stalker has any reason to go back in time and fake being nooblord/gammawalle, since she was only talked about as a potential sockpuppet within the last month or so, not all the way back then.

Well, now to the meat of the post.

There's always deniable plausibility involved with these kind of things, where a person can always say they like a property without enjoying the bad or reprehensible part of it. That could be made for "The Coffin of Andy and Leyley", but there is no denying that Lily's friend, noodlord9001/gammawalle is also into incest.

(link: https://www.reddit.com/r/CoffinofAndyandLeyley/comments/1cgykak/lord_unknown_incest_pandemic_breaking_up/)

(link: https://knowyourmeme.com/photos/624035-gravity-falls)

For those who don't know, the Gravity Falls one is more egregious, considering the Pine twins (their ship name being "Pincest") are 12 years old in the cartoon.

(link: https://knowyourmeme.com/photos/1480265-intensifies)

Also, there is something ironic about this comment.

I'm sure there is a lot more, but I'll stop here for now. These are the kind of people Lily calls her friends.

Edit: She is possibly into her mother.

(links: https://www.reddit.com/r/CoffinofAndyandLeyley/comments/1d6f744/comment/l6w0cf0/

https://www.reddit.com/r/CoffinofAndyandLeyley/comments/1dc0hwl/comment/l7w14gx/)

[winchesterfanatic1967]

Picking Up The Pieces Drabble

Pairings: Dean AU x Reader

Word Count: 757

WARNINGS- None, MAJOR fluff.

You let out a long and tired sigh as you pulled into your driveway, putting your car in park. Your feet, back, head and even hair were killing you. After a long and stressful day at work all you wanted to do was take a hot bath and go to sleep snuggled up with your man. You were just promoted to manager at the diner and had a lot to learn still, but Donna was a good and patient boss.

“Babe?” You call out quietly as you close the front door behind you and your mouth watered as chicken parmesan filled your nose. “In the kitchen.”

“Hey baby.” You smiled as Dean was stirring the pasta over the stove, and his face lit up as he turned to you, “Missed you.”

“I missed you too sweetheart, c’mere.” He said softly as he held his arm out, and you quickly made your way over to him with a grin, wrapping your hands around his waist. He kissed the top of your head and then leaned in with a smile, giving you a sweet kiss. As tough of a day as you had, seeing Dean’s handsome face made all the stress go away in an instant.

“How was your day?” He asked while still holding you with one arm and stirring the pasta with the other. “It was okay, i’m exhausted and just want to sleep.”

“Well, after we eat we can lay down and watch a movie until we fall asleep, i’ll even give you a special Dean back massage.”

“I can’t wait.” You say softly.

After eating dinner the both of you did the dishes together, him washing and you drying. As you were putting them away, you tried to reach up towards the top shelf. “Ugh, I can’t fricking reach.”

He stifled a chuckle as he watched you reach up again, “I got you.” He lifted you up underneath your arms to help you reach the top, but you burst into giggles and squirmed in the air as he did so.

His eyes lit up, “Armpits huh? I never knew you were ticklish there.” At this point you were still giggling and twisting and turning, trying to get out of his grasp. You also cursed yourself in your mind, you were extremely ticklish under your arms, not as bad as your neck, but pretty damn close. The last thing you wanted was for him to test out another spot, he was a tickle monster enough.

Trying to downplay it a little but, you tried to remain calm. “Y-Yeah a little, can you please let me down.” You giggle out. “Yeah sure, I can do that.”

He put you down, and you could see the mischievous mirth growing in his eyes, but surprisingly he let it go. “I’ll be good, I promise. Let’s go to bed.”

After doing your nightly routines, you went into the bedroom while Dean made sure all the doors were locked. You turned on the tv while Dean walked into the room and he slid underneath the covers with you. Snuggling your head into his chest he traced his fingertips up and down your arm.

He tried to be good, he really did. But ultimately chose the devil on his shoulder instead of the angel. He wiggled his fingers into your armpit and you yelped. “NO-, you promised! D-Dean!” You squeaked and burst into hysterical laughter.

He chuckled evilly as he pinned you onto your back, and pried his hands underneath both of your arms. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?” He laughed.

“YOU KNOW WHY! JERK!” You managed to get out in between cackles. He chuckled with you, “I thought your neck was bad, but this is a close second.”

You couldn’t even think straight, your brain was so frazzled as you tried to get away. You were already exhausted, but this one sided tickle fight was breaking you. After a couple more minutes, his hands left your underarms, but then moved to your neck.

You were screaming in high pitched laughter as his fingers were wiggling into the crock of your neck and other sensitive areas he was familiar with. “OKAY! OKAY! S-STOP!” You said through laughter.

He finally took pity on you, and you glared through your tear filled eyes of laughter. You were panting and he couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m sorry baby. You’re just so adorable when you laugh. I can’t help myself.

“Yeah yeah, you owe me a back massage now Winchester.”

“Anything for you sweetheart.”

This is my first fic in a very long time, I've had major writers block and a lot going on in my personal life. I hope I can slowly begin writing again, I hope you all like it. 🩷

[thebest-medicine]

32 I imagine kacchan saying the DOOM line and while tickling poor izuku to death perhaps?

Prompt 32 - “Who would have thought a few tickles would be your doom?”

A/N: i decided to do some pro hero cute pining bff bakudeku dynamic for this little tidbit ;)

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“Who would have thought a few tickles would be your doom, huh Mr. Number One Hero?”

“BahahahahaHAHA Kacchahahahan! EheheHEHE Stahahahahoppit!”

“Sorry, Deku, no can do! Now, that I’ve got you in my clutches, I’m never letting go.” Bakugo laughs evilly, digging in to tickle with a renewed fervor.

“WAHAHAHA NOOOO!” Izuku shrieks, batting weakly at Katsuki’s shoulders. “SHSHSHIT HAHA- BAHAHA THAT TIHIHIHICKLES!” He cries out as his ribs are knuckled on either side.

“So fucking ticklish..” Bakugo murmurs, watching Izuku’s freckles as they move with his beaming smile and twitching laughter. “They’re gonna rank me number one instead, because your little giggle is too cutesy for them to take you seriously.” He says, blushing slightly at the semi-use of ‘cute’ to describe Izuku. Who was he kidding? He was downright adorable. “I mean, come on, how is this a threat?” He snickers, gesturing with one hand to Izuku’s cackling, red face.

“I hehehehehe I’m dyhying Kacchahahan— have mercyhyheeheee!” Izuku squeals, giggling uncontrollably.

“Die then!” Bakugo snorts out a little laugh and starts tickling all over Izuku’s stomach.

“WahahahaHAHAHA!” Midoriya cries, and this time he can’t help it as his arms reach out frantically to grab at Kacchan. “PLEHEHEEASE!” He wraps his arms unsurreptitiously around Bakugo’s shoulder and drags him into a half hug.

It doesn’t quite stop the tickling, just pulls them both closer. Bakugo laughs too. “You idiot. Think you can stop me?” Then, he digs in to Izuku’s hips.

Midoriya shrieks the loudest yet and twists and turns under him uselessly. He pounds onto Katsuki’s back and hugs him closer, laughing all the while.

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[more sentence starter fic prompts]

[other sentence starter fics]

[read this & further MHA drabbles on ao3]

[ninikrumbs]

I wanna ruin our friendship

Summary: Sudden feelings for your blue eyed bestfriend makes it difficult to be around him. But apparently he thinks its difficult not be you around either.

Tags: satorugojo x fem reader, tooth rotting fluff, pining (satoru), ft megumi, yuji, and nobara.

AN: This is how I cope. :')

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"Oh no." Your eyes widened at your realization, hand immediately gripping your chest as if trying to stop all your feelings from overflowing.

Oceans eyes that somehow held galaxies in them looked back at you. They were bright and full of undeniable contentment that took everything in you not to spill the words that were trying to come out, "Say somethin?

You lips opened to say something before deciding against it and shaking your head. "mm, its nothing."

His warm hand squeezed yours as he continued leading you through the crowded train station of Shibuya. "Stay close."

Holdings hands was his idea. So you wouldn't lose each other he said with that cocky grin. Ignoring the fact that he could just teleport the both of you anywhere.

It was the same hand that held yours right now that sent tingles through your arm and straight to your heart. So here you were gripping your chest for dear life as the realization dawned on you. The feelings so overwhelming that unshed tears lined your eyes.

You were in love with Satoru Gojo.

And it terrified you.

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This was getting ridiculous, Gojo thought. Its been almost two weeks. Two weeks of no proper communication, no impromptu hang outs, no movie nights, no you and It was driving him insane.

Answering him with a simple "Im busy. Sorry." to every attempt he did at getting you to see him but to ko avail. He could barely function during long term missions without you. And now you're deliberately choosing not to see him for some reason he cannot -for the life of him- fanthom. He was called all seeing with his six eyes but that clearly some kind of false advertisement.

He groaned outloud and began banging his head on the table. Hands itching to pull his hair out in frustration.

A jovial voice pulled him out of his reverie. "Is something wrong, Gojo-sensei?"

Oh. Right. He was in the middle of class when thoughts of you began to plague his mind. But when were you really not on his mind?

An aloof Megumi, a bored Nobara and a curious Yuji met his gaze.

"Its nothing. Its nothing." He says, waving it off with a grin.

He heard the sound of a chair being dragged as Nobara stood up. "Is class done? I promised Utahime and Y/N that I'd meet them after class."

The sound of your name made his ears perk. "Oooh, where are ya meeting them?"

"Why do y'wanna know?" Nobara looks at him suspiciously.

He leans back on his chair whistling nonchalantly, blindfold making him hard to read. "Oh no reason."

"Whatever."

She missed the way Gojo grinned evilly, cackling to himself like some evil mastermind when she left. Completely forgetting about Megumi and Yuji still in the classroom looking at him weirdly.

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"Hmmph."

The audacity you had to sit there in some stupid café next to Utahime and look so damn pretty was irritating.

How dare you smile at Nobara without a care in the world? As if Gojo's world wasn't ending. You should be smiling at him! At him!

Oh, how the mighty have fallen. If anyone could see the Gojo -honored one- Satoru basically stalking you from the other side of the street, he would be a laughing stock.

Still, after two weeks of not seeing you, he felt a tinge of relief in his chest that you look healthy. That you weren't dying or anything.

Yes, Gojo would not take any other reason than you dying for your avoidance of him. Thats why it irritated him even more, that you didn't want to see him. But if he was being honest , he was less irritated and more sad.

Enough was enough. He wanted, no needed to talk to you.

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"Satoru?"

The surpise evident in your voice as you saw him waiting for you beside your door. Sitting on the floor no less.

His signature cheery grin immediately curved on his face as he saw you. "Yo!"

You took a cautious step forward, a small frown on your face. "What are you doing here?"

He stood up to his full height, towering over you. "Well, someone was avoiding me so I had to find a way to see her somehow."

You visibly flinch at the implication of his words. "I wasn't avoiding you."

"Oh?"

"I was-"

"Busy. Sure. But you didn't seem busy while you were laughing it off with Nobara and Utahime." The tone of his voice was pouty, almost like was jealous that you were giving your attention to someone else.

You huffed, frustrated. "Gojo-"

"Satoru."

"What?"

"Im Satoru or Toru.." He began, voice melancholic. "Never Gojo, not to you."

Seriously, this guy. He has always been hard to read. Sometimes you wonder what might be going on in his mind from all the crazy things he does. Yet he has always been so vocal about everything to you that it wasn't so necessary to read his mind, except now.

A small sigh tumbled out of your lips. "Satoru."

The sound if your sweet voice calling his name so softly immediately brightened him up. "That's my girl."

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks at his words. It wasnt strange that you fell for him. Whats strange is how it took you this long to realize it.

Slender fingers tilted your chin up, "Now, how about ya tell me why you're avoiding me?"

Your eyes dart to the side, trying to find a way to escape him. Maybe you could jump over the railing? It just a two story building, but wait, would you even be fast enough to out run him?

Satoru immediately notices your dilemma, "Uh-uh." He tuts you. "Rid your pretty little head of those ideas, there's no escaping here."

Damn it, you thought. He was never going to let this go, was he? You were starting to think that it was time to face the music. To admit the truth that you were scared to admit even to yourself.

Strong arms start caging you against your door, trapping you to him which made your heartbeat raise exponentially.

"Ready to share with the class?" A small smirk dance on his face as leaned in closer, face a hair breadth away.

His blindfold gave nothing to what he was thinking which was just unfair. You bit your lip as you inched closer to him, making his breath hitch. Soft fingers reached up and tugged down his blindfold, causing whispy white hair to fall down and reveal mesmerising ocean blue eyes. Eyes that were completely enchanted by your every movement.

You wanted to see his honest reaction, leaving nothing to chance.

With your heart pounding in your ears, you took in a shaky breath before gazing back into his eyes. Your voice trembled a little as clumsy words tumble out of your lips, "I- Im in love with you."

His eyes widen slightly and its like he stopped breathing altogether. She loves me. She loves me. she loves me.

After a few beats, you were suddenly pulled flush into his chest. Arms wrapped around your torso as he tucked his head into your neck. "Sato-"

"Say it again."

"It's embarrassing. Don't make me say it again." You mumble into his cloth shoulder.

"Please?" He pleaded in that sad voice of his.

With your face flushed red and hands gripping his clothes tightly on his lower back. You sigh in defeat, you could never truly deny him of anything, could you? "I love you."

Your mind was racing a mile a minute. He hasn't said anything of substance but his tight grip on you gave you some semblance of hope. Hope that you didn't throw your years of friendship down the drain.

A soft laugh pulled you put of your thoughts. Before it turns into full blown laughter. Without warning , your feet left the ground as your being spun around by Satoru. His laugh like a melody in your ears that you couldn't help but giggle a little despite the confusion.

"Satoru, Im getting dizzy!" You cry out.

"Oops, sorry!" He planted you back on your feet and just when you started to catch your breath, soft lips pressed into yours in a searing kiss, like wanted to imprint his lips on yours. It made your toes curl and tingles run up your spine. You barely had the time to respond as Satoru pulled away leaving you breathless.

Gentle hands cradle your face as he leans his forehead against yours, a smile that seemed to be permanently etched into his face gleam back at you. "I love you too."

Your breath hitch at his admission, its like the words were trapped in you throat. You didn't know what to say. You feel your eyes turn glossy and you had to blink away the tears of relief. After being so scared of losing him.

The lack of response only made his smile widen into a goofy grin. "I love you, princess." His body began to cave into yours again. "-so so much."

You whispered something under your breath which made him pull away a bit. "Say somethin?"

"I said why didn't you just say that sooner!" You all but smack him , making him let out an exaggerated whine of pain. "Sorryyy, I just got so excited."

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Bonus*

"By the way." He began from his side of the sofa, your legs sprawled out on his lap. "What made ya think that telling me that y'were madly and deeply in love with me was a bad thing?"

You roll your eyes at him, "First of all I did not say madly or deeply-" You sigh a bit, "Secondly, I didn't want to ruin our friendship."

He just tilts his head obliviously, "What? Really?" He rubs his chin in consideration. "Ive been trying to ruin our friendship for years though."

"What are you talking about?"

He shrugs, "Ive been flirting with you for years."

"You- what." You say dumbfounded.

Grabbing your hand, he pulls you to straddle his lap. Thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your waist. "Ive been in love with you for years. Flirted with you non-stop to make you fall for me. I was starting to think it didn't had any effect until now."

God, you wanted to smack his cocky grin away. "Reason I got so excited when ya told me was because the only thing going through my mind was thank God it worked!"

Instead you groan into his shoulder, "You're impossible, Toru."

"You love me."

"I do."

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[millylotus]

Super Villain Summer Internships [Everlasting Trio, DpxDc]

Everlasting Trio don’t know what they’re going to do for college, so they decide to just bite the bullet and do a few internships. Although they all forget to tell each other that they’re each interning with villains.

Danny is with Mister Freeze, going under the name Blizzard

Danny is basically the one doing a bunch of intern work while also not, at first he was just kinda there cause he liked being cold

But then he and Freeze begin to bond over feeling responsible for things that aren’t really their fault, Danny promises to help Freeze revive Nora

They have a father-son relationship, in how they’re actually pretty similar in personality & powers

Sam is with Poison Ivy, under the name Blood Blossom

Sam is the only one to have a legal internship because Ivy actually wrote her down as her legal lab assistant

She and Pam are very Big Sis-Little Sis energy, Sam is the annoying younger sibling who wants to do everything their big sister does

Pam finds this devotion to their ideals adorable, and supports Sam in their joint endeavors

Tucker is with Bane, going as Ruin

Tucker acting as Bane’s tech guy, he’s been working on a new type of venom for Bane he doesn’t get into many fights but if he needs to he doesn’t back down

They have an Uncle-nephew relationship going on but also Tucker gets a bit obsessive about making the best venom that they have Frankenstein & Frankenstein’s Monster going on too

It’s mainly just Tucker getting to cackle evilly while Bane just say “Alright chiquito, have you eaten breakfast yet? You get angry when hungry.”

The batfam is not prepared to deal with two mini rouges and a secret mini rouge who they haven’t met yet but are still worried about

A couple weeks into their internship the Gotham Rogues have their bi-monthly meeting where The Everlasting Trio is introduced to everyone

Ivy, Freeze, & Bane were also surprised to see that their interns actually knew each other/are dating

The Everlasting Trio are the entire reason why the Gotham Rogues are even talking to each other at the moment

Now the bats are even more confused & concerned because the rogues are usually at each other’s throats

It’s the only thing keeping them from taking over tbh

When the batfam find out that the three interns they’ve had to deal with for like most of June, all know each other and are actively in a polycule, they feel like everything makes so much more sense

The trio do have an ulterior motive to this whole thing, at first it’s just indulging in their less than stellar morals

Until it’s not

They become more enthralled in their ambitions, Sam begins to care less and less about the world outside of plants, she cares less about the civilian casualties, she begins to use ecto-science on plants

Pam & Harley are very concerned because they’re both on their path to redemption and Sam is going in the other direction

Danny becomes just as obsessive as Mister Freeze with trying to bring back Nora, he’s bringing in ecto-science in an attempt to bring her back through re-bonding her soul back to her body

Freeze isn’t against this exactly, but he’s unsure if it’ll bring the real Nora back, he’s still gonna go with it

Tucker has fully fallen into the mad scientist idea, he wants to make Bane the best version of himself the best human possible, his new version of venom is directed by ecto-science and such

Bane of course wants to be stronger but he knows at some point Tucker is gonna go to far, so he’s willing to hold the kid back if need be, but he isn’t going to actually do it he wants Tucker to go bad

By the time the Trio reaches the point of no return their bosses realizes this is not going to go their way anymore

Everlasting Trio: You’re just afraid to take it, One. Step. Further.

The fight to take back Gotham from the Everlasting Trio is a long one

Sam has complete control over Robinson Park [biggest park in Gotham] along with its botanical gardens and such

The surrounding neighborhoods are overrun with plants, she has people asleep and under her control for the most part

Tucker has most of the upper districts running wild on the venom he’s made, people are now more powerful than Superman himself and have lost their minds in their blind rage, they’re all mainly under his control

Danny has the east bays and the graveyards near by, everything is frozen over, the bodies in the harbor and in the ground have been reanimated into ice soldiers and are under his control most of the time

Ivy, Harley, Freeze, & Bane have to call in the bats for help with the Trio and their plans

They split up to go for their kid, with a few bats behind them to back them up

Ivy & Harley pull on Sam’s care for the rest of the world

Bane brings Tucker down from the high, making him think this through

Freeze gets Danny to realize that nobody he brought back is who they first were

By the end of it the trio is subdued after a big fight and some impassioned speeches

They’re admitted into Arkham Asylum, they promise their mentors that they’ll do better, that they’ll get better & make them proud of them

Admittedly I completely forgot to mention the trio’s family back in Amity

Let’s just say they don’t all know the nature of their internship

Jack & Maddie are aware that Danny is interning under an important doctor but they weren’t sure who he is

Angela & Maurice don’t know what’s going on with Tucker he hasn’t given them any stable information, he wanted to keep it that way with them thinking he’s still a good kid

Jeremy & Pamela know exactly what Sam was doing, she made sure of it, she wanted them to know they’re baby girl was running with villains now

Jazz is actually living in Gotham while this is going on, she going to college at GU for psychology, she’s interning at Arkham

She’s actually close with the bats, having met Jason, she’s one of the few psychs they trust at all

She knows that Sam is working with Ivy, she’s tried reaching out to her but Sam refuses to talk to her

She’s only ever seen Blizzard from afar, and was unable to connect him with Danny

She didn’t even know Ruin existed until the bats told her, and even then she didn’t know he was Tucker

When they’re taken down Jazz finds out who they are and she’s crushed, she feels she not only failed Sam, but also Danny & Tucker as well

Since the trio are all 18+ by the time they’re arrested nobody from Amity is sent anything to tell them they’ve been arrested

For about a week Jazz is actually their therapist at Arkham before she’s re-assigned when it’s realized she knows them personally

Jazz ends up telling the Foleys and the Fentons what happened

Then Amity gets the broadcast of their very own Samantha Manson being arrested in Gotham, New Jersey for eco-terrorism

Everything else just blows up in their faces after that, The three families don’t even dare show face around for awhile

They go to Gotham to actually visit their kids in Arkham

The Foleys are so disappointed in their son for what he’s done, Tucker can’t even look them in the eyes as the yell at him about everything

For the Mansons it sprouts into a huge shouting match with Sam almost jumping to table to try and physically fight her parents

All the Fentons do is stare at each other, they try to ask Danny why but he’s not cooperating with his biting remarks and not wanting to even see them for almost a week

Regarding their sentence and institutionalization the trio only has about five years or until they show sufficient mental stability for two years straight

This is another one that's been sitting around for awhile. And I also remembered the the banner i made for Batfam & Everlasting trio content

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since when? (a. bridgerton x reader)

You grew up with the Bridgertons and for the longest time, Anthony thought of you as a friend…since when did he look at you differently? (friends to lovers, slow burn, the Bridgertons being the best wing men, you look at him but he’s already looking at you….)  helpful links: navigation | master lists | rules and guidelines | tag list | fic recs

It was no secret among the Ton that your family was a dear friend to the Bridgertons. Your mother and Violet Bridgerton have been friends since they were children. They shared paper crowns, secrets, joys, and sorrows. They got married in the same year and soon enough, your mother was helping Violet as she birthed Anthony and then Benedict. Soon, it was Violet who helped your mother as she birthed her only child, you.

The Bridgerton household has always been big and it provided your parents some comfort to know that you won’t have to grow up alone. You’d always be surrounded by the Bridgertons and you were. Many a time, the older brothers would sneak into your gardens to tease you while you played with your dolls, a picnic blanket laid on the grass as you waited for Violet to bring Daphne.

“You know, there are other games than dolls,” Colin would tease, his nose scrunching. “Anthony loves to play pall mall. Maybe you’d beat him,”

“Hey! No one can beat me,” Anthony would scold, taking a doll from your hand.

“Anthony! Give me back my doll!” you’d call and he’d run away from you, cackling evilly while his younger brothers inspected your toys curiously. When you’d grow tired, you’d sit on the porch of your house and cry until Anthony came over to you with an apologetic look on his face.

“You took my doll, Anthony! You can’t make girls cry! You can’t make your friend cry too!” you’d sob but Anthony would utter a string of apologies that you’d accept. “I’m your friend, right?”

“Of course. I’m sorry for making you cry,” he’d say. Later in the day, he’d force Benedict to give one of the servants a box of cookies for you and in the morning, he’d sneak off again to see you happily munching on them. He’d steal a piece or two of course, but as a punishment, you’d force him to stay and have a tea party with you.

When you grew older, Anthony was still playful. When he’d bring his friends over while you were having tea with Daphne, he’d pull a face and would ask “What are you doing here again? Do you not have a home?”

“I could say the same,” you shrugged. You were teenagers now and the blows just got better. “With the amount of time you spend in our house, one would think that your family hates you. Guess, I’m right,” you shrugged, the same amount of sarcasm.

“Don’t mind him,” Daphne would say, rolling her eyes. “He’s sulky whenever you’re not around,”

“He’s probably annoyed because he’a got no one to annoy, Daph,” you replied, sipping on tea. She’d smile at you and you’d smile back at the girl whom you’ve always loved as a little sister. “It’s been a while since all of us got together but I understand, of course. The boys have their education to attend to and us…well, we have pianoforte and needlework,”

“They will be coming back soon for a break,” Daphne says. “Perhaps we can all have a picnic?”

And so you all attended a picnic together. It was a summer’s day, families were setting up their own tents in the park for a lovely afternoon. It was unusual to see your family’s tent and the Bridgertons’ right beside each other.

“What is it you’re reading?” Benedict asked, when he saw you. He just got back from schooling two days ago and was back to his old antics.

“Nothing worth mentioning since you can’t read,” you replied with a smile hiding behind the book. “Gregory’s still so young but I bet he can read way better,”

“Hey!” he scolds. “If you must know, I was the best reader in my class as a young boy,”

You laughed. “How have you been, Ben?” You’ve always been softer on Ben and Colin. They’d bother you like brothers did but they never made you cry as a child.

“Same old,” he shrugs, sitting next to you. “I took art history and art as a course for my studies this year,”

“And?”

“I plan on pursuing it,” Ben says. You smiled proudly at him.

“That’s great, Benedict. My husband and I would like to commission you for a painting in the future,” you said. “When you’re famous, please give me a friendly rate!”

“You don’t even have a husband yet,” Benedict shrugged. “Besides, maybe it’ll be your husband who’s going to finance my artistic pursuits,” he hinted and you tilted your head, confused.

“I don’t have a husband…” you trailed off, making Benedict laugh as he saw the gears in your head turning.

“I jest!” he says, making you laugh.

“You are insufferable, Benedict Bridgerton!”

“You are as clueless as I am insufferable,”

-

It didn’t take long enough for you to make your debut and enter society. It was a big commotion inside your house but a quiet one amongst the Ton. It unnerved you because you were still young. How could your mother not see that you didn’t want to marry yet? She told you that you’d been putting it off for years; now that you were not a teenager. Two and twenty…a little too late to debut but who cared? You were the most beautiful debutante the Ton has ever seen…or at least someone thought so.

“Stop your staring, brother or flies will get inside your mouth,” Colin whispered, leaning ever so slightly to Anthony.

“I am not staring! I’m only surprised,” Anthony replied.

“Well, no one should be surprised,” Benedict added. “She’s of age and she needs to find a husband. Could you imagine? If she marries this year, we could have a little baby to bother next year. Oh, I so want to become an uncle!”

You were looking around nervously. You’ve always hated big gatherings and Lady Danbury’s ball was enormous. At the sight of your three friends, you visibly relaxed, excusing yourself from the gentlemen who approached you (quite rudely) to make a beeline towards them.

“Oh, God. I’m so glad you’re here!” you breathed.

“Lady Danbury would have our eyes for breakfast if we do not attend,” Colin replied. “You look beautiful!”

“Thank you, Colin,” you said, scrunching your nose. You weren’t unfamiliar with Colin’s compliments now and then. He never found it troublesome to say the words one needed to hear to feel comfortable, if not good.

“I was just talking about how much I want to become an uncle,” Benedict said. “Anthony doesn’t want to marry, Daphne’s too young…”

“And you’ve taken me as an unwilling volunteer of your aspirations,” you finished for him, making him chuckle.

“Well, that might be the case. Have you ever had champagne? Libations are usually free-flowing in events like these,” Benedict winked. “In fact, let’s go get champagne after we dance. Come,” he says, extending his hand toward you. You smiled brightly and accepted with your gloved hand, allowing Benedict to lead you to the dancefloor.

“Tsk tsk,” Colin chides Anthony who has not said a word since your arrival. “She’s beautiful, is she not?”

“I suppose,” he mutters before taking an exit.

-

Upon hearing the news that you have debuted, the girls rushed to your house to hear about last night.

“Did you meet anyone?” Daphne asked eagerly.

“No one,” you replied, seeing as Daphne deflated, you tried to brighten her spirits up. “But…it’s only the first ball. There are many other balls to attend to and bachelors to meet,”

“Are Lady Danbury’s ball as great as everyone makes it out to be?” Francesca asked. “Where are your callers?”

“It is,” you nodded. “I have not danced with anyone last night but Benedict and Colin,” you shared.

Daphne, Eloise, and Francesca were all excited for you. Daphne, mostly, who has always looked up to you as her older sister. Now that you’ve made your debut to society, it could be real. You could finally be her sister.

“And Anthony?” she asked.

“He was brooding the whole night,” you chuckled. “As he always does,”

“I hope whoever you marry is at least smart,” Eloise commented from her chair. “Someone smart enough to hold a conversation…definitely not one of my brothers,”

“Eloise!” you scolded playfully.

“What? It is true,” she shrugged, a glint in her eye.

In a few hours, Anthony comes to fetch his sister. You had been answering the younger girls’ questions patiently, keeping them entertained as you showed them your dresses for the season. Eloise was in the drawing room, drowning herself in her writing.

“Where’s Daphne and Francesca?” Anthony asked.

“Hello to you too, brother,” Eloise greeted. “They’re in Y/N’s bedchamber. She’s showing them some dresses and other things for the season,”

Anthony hummed and made a beeline for your room. It was wide open, your giggles heard in the corridor. Eloise was hot on his tails, trying to see the commotion for herself.

“I hope you’re not giving my sisters any ideas,” he says, leaning on your doorframe. In all of the years he’s known you, he’s never seen your bedchamber. His eyes were darting around quickly, taking note of your books, your table, and paraphernalia that embodied who you were.

“Anthony!” you greet. “Ow!”

He looks at you in alarm, laughing when Francesca apologizes for stepping on your shoes as you taught her how to dance.

“What are you doing, Francesca?” he asked, back straightening to walk inside but he stopped himself, afraid to cross any boundaries. It was Eloise who literally had to shove him slightly.

“It’s okay, Anthony,” you smiled. “I was teaching your sisters how to dance. I’m a great dancer, you know? I can teach you…so you won’t have to step on a poor girl’s foot while you dance,” you teased.

Three girls waited in anticipation but Anthony said nothing.

“No reply?” you asked. “It must be my lucky day, girls.”

“Not that it’s any of my concern but I’m afraid I’m a far better dancer than you’ll ever be. Perhaps, it is I who should teach you? Benedict complained all night because of your dancing,”

“He did not!”

“He did,” he teased, a slight smirk playing on his lips. “Come along, sisters. Mother wants us all for dinner,”

That night, when the three sisters were huddled in the library quietly, they all agreed how wonderful it would be to have you as a part of the family. Unbeknownst to them, their two older brothers also agree.

-

Anthony peeked outside the window, noticing the line of carriages on the street.

“What’s the commotion outside?” he asked, no one in particular.

“Didn’t you know? Our Y/N was the talk of the ball last night,” Benedict replied. “Such a shame you weren’t there, Anthony. She was seen making an acquaintance with a businessman. He asked if he could call on her today and her mother said yes. Her dance card was filled to the brim, I almost wasn’t able to dance with her,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes, as he watched Anthony. He wasn’t lying, you told him all about it and showed him your dance card. You complained at how tired you were while you both danced. “Maybe we’ll have a nephew or a niece soon, hmm?”

“Can you go accompany me later, Anthony? I want to go to her and see all of these gifts!” Daphne asked. “Do you think someone gifted her a dog?”

“Ask Benedict or Colin to come with you,” he replied sourly.

“I can’t…I have a prior commitment,” Benedict lied. “with Colin,”

“Ah, yes,” Colin added. “I am ready to go to the farm, brother,”

“Come on, Anthony. You could just take me there and leave me. You can come back in a couple of hours!” Daphne begged.

Anthont relented before walking off. He didn’t see how his younger siblings smirked at each other.

Afternoon came and you were tired. You were sitting lazily on the loveseat amongst gift boxes you have yet to open. Luckily, no one gifted you with a dog.

“Y/N!” Daphne called and you smiled, fixing your posture slightly to greet her. “Your gifts! They’re so many!”

“Hello, Daphne,” you greeted. “Anthony, you’re here,”

“Daphne dragged me,” he said, taking a piece of chocolate from the box given to you by some gentleman before plopping down in front of you. “Don’t mind me.”

You looked at Daphne who shrugged.

“Do you want to open them with me?” you asked her, sitting up. “I need your help, you know and you can take whatever you might like,”

“Really?” she asked eagerly. “You’re certain? These might cost a fortune and you’re giving it away?”

“Yes,” you nod. “You can take some for Francesca, Eloise, and Hyacinth too. Besides, you’ll be helping me out. None of these would fit in my room,”

Daphne nods excitedly and picks a box from a shop she knew. She gasped as she takes out a music box with a man and a woman dancing in the middle. She turns the crank and hears a sweet melody.

“Look! The female dancer looks like you,” she says. She digs the box for anything and reads out a card. “Thank you for keeping me company and for making me feel welcomed. Sincerely, A.S..?”

“Alfred,” you told her. Anthony was secretly listening to your conversation. You were on a first name basis now? It annoyed him, he didn’t know why. “We danced last night,”

“What does he look like? Is he handsome?”

“He is!” you giggled, putting away the box that you just opened. “He looks quite intimidating and has a brusque way of speaking but he’s gentle.”

“What are the color of his eyes?” she asked.

“Gray…with hazel and blue,” you replied. “It looks like a dark blue from afar but when you’re closer, you’ll see specks of other colors too,”

“I wish to meet him,”

“Daphne!” Anthony scolded after listening.

“Sorry,” she apologized, a frown on her face.

“It’s okay,” you assured. “You can meet him some other time.”

The Ton fully believed that you were courting. Sightings of you and Alfred around London had been common. You’d have your hands wrapped around his arm while your maid trailed behind. People were so sure that you were courting. How could they not? He was always calling on you or has been seen dancing with you multiple times. It didn’t help that Alfred only danced with you during balls. It didn’t help at all.

“Y/N has been spending so much time with that Alfred lately,” Colin remarked. “They’re always huddled by the dance floor, laughing among themselves. If they weren’t dancing, you’d be certain that they’d be together,”

Colin looked at Benedict discreetly. Daphne and her sisters watched Anthony.

“Maybe there will be a nephew or a niece after all,” Anthony replied with a strained voice. His throat ached as he suppressed an emotion that bubbled in his chest.

The Bridgertons could not be any more wrong. On your first meeting with Alfred, he admitted that he had a girl he loved back home. He hasn’t told her yet, still building his business to fully support her. He only attended this social season to expand his business and had made your acquaintance because your father invested a sum in his business. You both agreed to keep a ruse that you were courting. You weren’t looking to marry and he didn’t want any mamas vulturing him.

He’d been successful in gathering investors. He told you all about his travels and about the woman he left home. He said that they’d visit you sometime soon. Meanwhile, you showed him to London’s high society. You told your father to invite him to his club. He liked dancing and had thought of you as a suitable dance partner. Your parents never minded. The more you spent time with Alfred, the more suitors you had. You’d never know exactly why but Alfred has been telling everyone that you were warm, comforting, and kind.

One afternoon, you were seen with Alfred again, not knowing that the Bridgertons were there in the park too. It was nothing formal. Alfred showed up at your door, asking if you had any plans this afternoon. You said no and asked if you’d like to accompany him to the park. He’ll be leaving in a few days and wanted to spend more time with you before he left.

Anthont watched from the tent as you passed by. You were so consumed with some joke that you didn’t notice the tent.

“Is that Y/N and Sir Alfred?” Daphne asked. “He’s as handsome as she described him! Franscesca, look! I’m going to say hello,” she declared before gathering herself. Anthony ran after his sister who was more than excited to be introduced to the man who had occupied your time. Maybe it was Daphne but maybe it was because he needed to know but either way, he followed.

“Y/N!” Daphne called and you stopped, smiling widely as Daphne neared. You also threw a quick smile towards Anthony.

“Hello, Daphne,” you greeted. “I didn’t know you were here. Had I known, I would have dropped by,”

“It’s alright. I just wanted to say hello to you and…”

Your eyebrows rose and you chuckled.

“Alfred,” your friend introduced himself. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Bridgerton. Y/N has talked so greatly about you. Good afternoon, Viscount Bridgerton,” he greeted and Anthony returned the greeting.

“Alfie—Alfred, you’ve yet to meet the others,” you smiled up at him. Anthony’s heart clenched. Alfie?

“Hey! I told you to stop calling me that,” he chastised playfully. “It ruins my reputation,”

“I apologize, sir Alfie,” you teased. “Anyhow, this is Daphne and Anthony. They’ve been my friends since we were children. They’re like my siblings,”

Alfred’s eyebrows shot up. Maybe to all of them…but that label was disliked by someone. He was looking at him right now.

“Would it be a bother if I introduced Alfred to the rest of the family?” you asked. Daphne shook her head, taking your hand immediately to bring you to their tent, Alfred and Anthony in tow.

“Y/N’s here!” Daphne announced. “She brought Sir Alfred with her,”

“Sorry for the intrusion, everyone,” you apologized. Anthony was about to say that it wasn’t a bother at all. He saw how his siblings’ faces lit up when they saw you. “Everyone, meet sir Alfred. Alfred, meet everyone,”

Everyone introduced themselves. Alfred was charming and perfect for you. Anthony could see that and it made him uncomfortable. He’d been denying the fact for so long and he will continue to do so.

“Alfred is very favorable, is he not?” Violet commented when you both left. You had to go attend an opera show with Alfred for the evening. “Such a handsome man who seems to care deeply for our Y/N. Do you think they’ll be engaged soon?”

“I believe someone else is perfect for our Y/N,” Benedict spoke. “Alfred may be as you described him, mother but I see nothing but friendship between the two of them. Trust me,”

-

The simple bracelet dangling on your arm made Anthony question Benedict. You told Daphne that you weren’t feeling well today because Alfred left last night. As a parting gift, he gave you a bracelet with a simple pendant. Daphne recalled how puffy your eyes were when she visited. It was obvious that you both held each other dearly. You were just too sad to see him go.

Anthony took it upon himself to light your spirits up again. After a morning of appeasing your callers, Anthony put it upon himself to sit by the garden seen right outside of your drawing room. You knew he was there, he always liked to sit by the swings. You walked towards him and he looked up.

“Why are you here?” you asked.

“I’ve noticed how sad you’ve been since your…Sir Alfred left London,” he said. “So, I thought…why must I let you suffer any longer? Let’s have tea in that place you like. I’ll pay for everything,”

“What happened to Anthony Bridgerton?” you asked and he chuckled.

“We’ve been friends way before we learned how to walk. Besides, banter gets boring, don’t you agree?” he asked, extending his arm for you to take. “You know what? I’ll even listen to you. Just for a day,”

“You will?” you asked, attaching your hand on his arm. “Wait—my maid—“

“It’s okay. Everything has been taken care of,” he said. “Let’s go,”

The Bridgerton carriage waited for you both and he let you in. The ride to the town square was quiet. If anyone understood your plight, it was Anthony. Besides, who would he tell? The gossip papers? Certainly not.

Sitting across from him in a secluded table in the tea shop with finger food and tea before you, you decided to speak.

“Alfred and I weren’t courting,” you confessed, sipping your tea. Anthony feels the constriction in his chest loosen. As if he hadn’t been breathing properly before your confession.

“Pardon?” he asked, setting down the cucumber sandwich that he was eating. “You’re not courting? Then…what about your dances? Everyone was waiting for the two of you to wed. You do know that you aren’t fooling me, right?”

You chuckled.

“He has a sweetheart back home,” you said and Anthony’s hands clenched. How could someone like Alfred fool you? “It’s not like that…before you declare war. Listen to me, alright?”

“Alright,”

“He and I thought of a ruse that we’re courting. I don’t want to be married yet, Anthony. You know more than anyone that I’m in no rush. He didn’t want to be surrounded by debutantes and mothers who asked him for a dance. He was only here to expand his business by looking for more investors,” you said coolly. You looked at Anthony’s furrowed brows. “I know I should have told you but we both agreed to keep it between us. The fewer people involved, the more effective. He and I are friends and nothing but,”

“What about the music box and your bracelet?” he asked. He wanted to take the words back if he could. It showed that he paid attention and it bothered him.

“Oh…” you stuttered, looking away. “The music box was a gift from him. A gift for agreeing with everything. The bracelet…well, it’s the same. It’s a parting gift for our friendship. We both have the same bracelet with the same gem. I was sad to see him leave but more than anything, I’m looking forward to his next return with the woman he loves. Did you know he’s going to confess his feelings? If everything goes well, he'll ask her hand for marriage.” you said and Anthony knew that it was the truth. Your eyes sparkled as you talked about Alfred’s possible marriage.

“It’s what I want for myself,” you spoke. “I want to marry under those circumstances and not because of practicality or…whatever it is. I am expected to marry someone with a rank…someone from a good family. I am an only child but I do not want to be  restricted by my responsibilities,”

“I see,” was his pensive reply. “We haven’t danced yet. Did you know that?”

“I am well aware,” you acknowledged. “The last ball will be soon. Would you care for a dance, Viscount Bridgerton?”

“I would,”

-

Anthony went home that day humming.

Violet was alarmed…he has never seen Anthony so carefree since Edmund’s tragic death. His brothers were amused and his sisters were confused. They were all so used to a brooding Anthony.

“Anthony, is everything alright?” Violet Bridgerton asked. Anthony halts his step, sitting on his own chair.

“Of course,” he says. “It’s a wonderful day, is it not?”

“I suppose so,” his mother replies. “Would you like some tea before dinner? I can make you a cup,”

“It’s quite alright, mother. Y/N and I just had tea,” he shrugged. Daphne’s piano stopped playing and Anthony could feel eyes on him.

“You and who?” Benedict asked.

“Y/N and I,” Anthony replied. “Why are you all looking at me? Is something the matter?”

“No but usually you’d ask me to come—“ Daphne stops as her mother looks at her pointedly. Anthony was in good spirits and it is therefore favorable for everyone if his good mood persists.

“Of course, dear sister but remember, she and I are good friends. I just decided to ask her to spend the afternoon with after Sir Alfred’s departure,” Anthony replied. They didn’t know what he knew.

“Such a shame,” Eloise added. “I thought for sure they’ll be married by the end of the season,”

“What?” Anthony asked, an edge in his voice. Violet’s eyes rolled, annoyed that Eloise might have ruined Anthony’s mood. “Why must she marry him? There are other bachelors in London who suit her better,” he says. “Besides, they are friends,”

“What about the bracelet he gave her? Did you know he has the same one?” Daphne asked.

“Would you rather her marry somebody from outside London and see her rarely or marry someone close and see her often?” Anthony asked. Everyone stayed silent, it seemed as though the Viscount himself hadn't realized his feelings. “Exactly. Anyhow, thank you for your interrogation. I will be in my study to oversee some matters,”

He says, kissing his mother’s head before walking off.

“If that is what Y/N can do to Anthony, I would really want her to be married to him,” Francesca says, earning a few nods from her siblings.

-

The last ball of the season came and Anthony was dressed in his best clothes. He went to his barber before going to the tailor to have his clothes altered perfectly. He was in the ballroom, awaiting your arrival. Before leaving that afternoon, you both agreed to look your best.

Your mother soon comes with you behind her. You were donned in Anthony’s favorite color, butterflies and flowers embroidered in the dress. Jewels were in place, your hair falling in all the right places. Anthony thought that you looked ethereal.

He waited until you saw him, eyes brightening. He smiled, walking towards you. He forgot his brothers who stood behind him. He’d love nothing more than to have your first and last dances.

“Anthony,” you greeted. He takes your hand and kisses your gloved hands.

“You look beautiful,” he says.

“Does that mean I’m not beautiful on a regular day?” you teased. “You look just as handsome, Anthony,”

“Shall we dance?” he asked and you nodded, allowing him to escort you to the dance floor. Anthony looks into your eyes as lilting music starts. Soft murmurs in the crowd fade away. It’s the first time he’s seen you so, so close. There was a faint smile playing on your lips and he found himself smiling too. “Do you remember, when we were younger, our dance teachers would pair us together?”

“And I remember being the better dancer,” you boasted. “Is this how you teach?”

“No,” he replied, finding his hand on your hip, the feeling of the fabric soft against his skin. “I concede. You are the superior dancer,”

You beamed. Anthony thought that he’d let himself lose in your arguments to see you smile like that again.

“Maybe I should teach you…so you wouldn’t have to embarrass yourself in front of other debutantes,” you offered.

“Why should I learn how to dance with others when I’m perfectly fine with my dance partner?” Anthony asked. “It’s just…one, two, step. Remember?”

“Of course, I do,” you replied. “I remember Miss Rutherford scolding you for stepping on my toes,”

Anthony laughed. “You will never let that down, will you?”

“Of course not. Banter may get boring but I find it most pleasurable to see you agitated,” you replied. “Do I…agitate you?” you asked, swallowing thickly. Anthony could feel your breath on his face.

“You do,” he replied. “Is that good?”

“Very,”

-

“How was your dance?” Benedict asked. “Did you all know that he and Y/N danced last night? Laughing among themselves?”

“You did?” Francesca asked, excited.

“He left us when he saw her. I think Anthony forgot that he was supposed to be with his brothers,” Colin teased.

“I don’t see the matter,” Anthony replied, swallowing his breakfast. “You have both danced with Y/N. I did too. We are friends,”

“Of course,” Colin replied. “Only…you had your eyes glued on her last night. You shared your last dance together. Mother had to separate the two of you beside the refreshments table because you were too busy giggling among yourselves,”

“I for one would love it if Y/N became a part of our family,” Eloise remarked.

“Isn’t she already a part of it? We all grew up together. Why is everyone acting absurd?” Anthony asked but he knew. He couldn’t stop thinking about you these days. Last night, he tossed and turned in his bed because he couldn’t stop his heart fluttering from the recent events. He remembered the relief he felt when you told him about your ruse with Alfred. He remembered how much he enjoyed his banter with you over the years…most especially recently. He has always seen you as a friend. Since when has he looked at you in a different light? His mouth ran dry, gulping the cold water to calm his nerves. Was this true?

“I would like to visit Y/N,” Daphne announced and Anthony sputtered. He coughs to clear his throat. “Would you accompany me, Anthony?”

“I could not,” he lied. How would he react if he saw you unbothered? How would he react if he saw you again? “I have matters to attend to. Ask Benedict or Colin to take you instead,”

-

Anthony sat in his office doing nothing but nursing the tumultuous beating of his heart. Since when did I think of her like this? Why is she so beautiful? Would she still accept me despite our shared banter?

Later in the afternoon, Anthony found himself pacing in their garden. He was so tempted to go over to your garden but he knew that Daphne would be there with you. He looked at the gate that separated you to him. Oh, how he wanted nothing more than to have that demolished.

“You’re looking too pensive for my liking,” Violet Bridgerton says, looking at her first born with concern. “I hope you know that your siblings only like to tease,”

“I know but…what if they were right?” Anthony revealed. Violet’s eyebrows shot up. Sure, she noticed how different Anthony seemed to be these days but she never could have expected it to come from him so easily.

“If that’s how you feel, why not tell her?”

“She told me she has no wish to get married,” he says. He then told his mother about the ruse that you had with Alfred. How you both fooled everyone in London.

“Well, Benedict’s right all along,” Violet says. “But you’re both still so young, Anthony. You have so much time and I want you to spend this time on what makes you happy.”

“What if I fail?” he asked with a weak voice. Violet was reminded of Anthony as a child, when he used to voice his insecurities. There was something so beautiful about a child seeking his mother.

“At least you tried,” she said. “It would hurt more if you’re left all your life wondering what could have happened if you tried,”

-

The weeks that transpired after the social season could be described as irregular. You were thinking of better words to say but it was hard. Anthony was kinder and would purposely seek out your company on slower days. Over the course of a few weeks, Anthony had accompanied you to the theater. He spent time with you at the museum. He stayed at your house to share a meal with your family. The banter was there and it was still enjoyable but you couldn’t deny the fact that the new Anthony was way more favorable. You were now in the Bridgerton home after being invited by the siblings for a meal in the garden. The weather was amazing and Anthony had just installed beautiful lamps that illuminated the garden.

“I would like you to be my sister, Y/N,” Francesca announced after helping her choose a bow. She settled with a peach-colored bow that went beautifully with her hair. You chuckled, brushing off her comment.

“Are we not like sisters already?” you asked, tying the bow perfectly around a lock of hair.

“We are…but it would be better if you lived with us,” she said. “Or visited us more,”

“I’m sorry if you’ve been feeling neglected,” you told her honestly, your hand caressing her hair gently. “But now that the social season is over, we can see each other more.”

“You promise?” she asked.

“Of course. Daphne, Eloise, and you could all come visit me at home. We’ll have the night all to ourselves in my bedroom. I’ll prepare your favorite sweets and we can just talk the whole night. How does that sound?” you asked, your heart warming when Francesca beams at you.

“I’ll have to ask Anthony but I would love to!” she says. “I would have to go to Daphne and Eloise to tell them. Thank you for fixing my hair!”

You sat back on the couch afterwards, enjoying a moment of peace and quiet. You were thinking of all the preparations you might have to do when they do decide to visit. Your eyes darted to a sound and watched the Viscount sit down beside you. While he settled, you closed your eyes. The social season was tiring and it was hard to find rest sometimes.

“You haven’t been here for an hour. Why do I hear Fransesca talking to Daphne and Eloise about a possible visit?” he asked, closing his eyes to rest. He’s been cooped up in his study for hours to oversee the estate.

“She’s right. Maybe not soon, though,” you replied, voice soft. “I’m so tired.”

“Me too,” he says and no words were spoken. The noise outside the house was forgotten now. Your and his even breathing both lulled you to sleep and it was your mothers who found you and Anthony’s heads leaning on each other, just like you did when you were kids.

-

Anthony has been occupying all of the spaces inside your head recently. Sometimes, you were scared that your mind was projecting him because he’d always be there. You’d walk in the hallways and hear him laughing with you father. You’d be in town with your maid and he’s there, inviting you for gelato. You’d go home with a faint smile playing on your lips before reminding yourself that it was Anthony.

“Miss, the Viscount Bridgerton is here to see you,” your maid says. She took note of how you immediately smiled. “He’s been here…a lot,” she teased.

“We are friends, Mary. Of course, he’d be here,” you told her. “Besides, we grew up together,”

“Of course…but…”

“What?” you asked, fixing the tendrils of hair on your face. “Do I look alright?”

“Since when did you think about how you looked in front of Viscount Bridgerton?” she teased, laughing when your mouth was open agape. She had a point. “If it’s any consolation, you look amazing. I’m sure the Viscount would think you look amazing…if he doesn’t already,”

Confusing feelings that you nursed plagued you. Every now and then, you’d feel flustered when you felt his eyes on you. It was funny, really but what’s funnier was how everyone seemed to know but the two of you. Nothing escapes anyone, especially Lady Danbury who, along with the Bridgertons, visited your house for dinner.

You were all over the table, quiet as you heard murmurs from everyone. Your mother was talking to her friends while your father talked to Benedict and Colin about their travels. It seemed as though the only people who weren’t speaking were you and Anthony. You looked around the dining table, trying to listen in on all kinds of conversations when your eyes landed on the Viscount. He was already looking at you, a teasing smile on his face and you felt your cheeks warm. You looked away quickly, sipping on your lemonade, never noticing that his eyes were still glued on you.

-

“You both have to do something about those children of yours,” Lady Danbury commented, her eyebrow raised expectantly. “Do you think they’re fooling anyone at all? I’ve seen how they stole glances from one another. It was not subtle,”

“I know,” Violet agreed. “I’ve seen Anthony look at her. Really, all his siblings seem to know too,”

“Y/N is the same,” your mother added. “She’s always off to run with Anthony. Have you noticed?”

Meanwhile, you were all in the garden. Benedict and Eloise were huddled together in the swings while you were laying on the picnic blanket. You didn’t care if it seemed appropriate. They were the Bridgertons, they never minded. You were looking up at the stars when Anthony blocked the view. A mischievous idea pops inside your head and you extended your arm upwards.

“Anthony, will you help me up?”

Anthony takes your hand but before he helps you, you pulled him down, sending him flat on the space beside you.

“You’re dead!” he exclaims as you run away from him.

“Benedict, help me!” you called, as you increase your speed.

“Don’t you dare, brother,” Anthony threatens, running after you. His heart fills with warmth when he heard your boisterous laugh. You were so carefree and so joyful.

Your screams rang through the garden when Anthony’s arms wrap around your waist. You looked at him, laughing.

“You really shouldn’t be doing that,” he scolds, tickling your sides. “Stop squirming! That’s your punishment!” he laughed, tickling you more. Suddenly, you both stopped, noticing the close proximity between the two of you. Your faces were inches away from each other and you both looked away, coughing. Unknown to you two, his siblings were smiling in amusement.

“Eloise!” you called. “Didn’t you want me to help you with something? Let us go,”

Anthony could only watch while you scurry off with Eloise and his sisters somewhere.

“Scandalous, is it not, brother?” Colin teased which earned him a light shove from the Viscount. His siblings watched him follow you with amusement. Someone has to do something about the two of you.

-

“What was that?” Eloise asked you when you reached your bedroom.

“Was what?” you feigned innocence. Daphne was with the two of you, sitting on your bed with her eyebrow raised.

“Everybody saw that,” Daphne said. “You know, it’s no harm to tell us about how you feel towards Anthony. The attraction is so obvious!”

“I agree with Daphne,” Eloise added. “While I do think that marriage is a trap, I fully support you marrying into our family. You’re good to us and Daphne’s right. There’s attraction there,”

“Since when did you girls know about attraction?” you mused. “You lot are still young,”

“Seems like we’re less clueless than you are,” Francesca teased, making thr girls giggle.

“Anthony is agitating,” you relent. “He’s kind and playful,”

“What is it that you look for in a husband?” Daphne asked, playing with a dainty necklace that you gifted her before.

“Someone kind and well, I’d love it if it feels like we’ve known each other forever. Sometimes, you get that feeling, you know? Like you’ve known them for a lifetime and everything just falls into place.” you said. “Someone who understands…someone patient. I’d like to marry someone who can make me laugh. I’d like to have a big family and marry someone coming from one…oh, dear,” you muttered. You were describing Anthony Bridgerton.

“That sounds a lot like…”

“Anthony!” Daphne gasped, seeing the man on your doorway. “What are you doing here?”

“Mother is looking for you girls,” he says, looking expectantly at his sisters.

“Anthony, you always ruin the fun!” Eloise glared. “We were having girl talk, if you weren’t aware,”

“It’s alright, Eloise,” Daphne says. “Let us go and let them have a moment of privacy,”

Eloise could only scowl at Anthony while Daphne ushers her out. Anthony breathes a sigh of relief as he looks ar you for permission.

“May I?”

“Of course, Anthony.” you smiled. “Come in. Did you need anything?”

Anthont doesn’t answer. Instead, he locks the door behind him. You gape as he walked nearer, until you were face to face. You were close again and you could feel him.

“Is something the matter?” you asked softly. “Would you tell me?”

“I heard what you told my sisters,” he replied, his voice just as soft. “Is it true? That the man you’re looking for sounds exactly like me?”

“Anthony—“

“If you must know, I feel the same.” he said. “I’ve been putting these emotions away from me because you once said that you were in no rush to get married. I thought that if I waited for you long enough, then you’d want to be married to me but I cannot wait any longer. Did you know how miserable I was when I thought that you and Sir Alfred were courting? I set it off for you but I am a selfish man and I cannot wait any longer. So tell me, is it true?”

You felt your throat constrict when Anthony’s gaze drops on your lips. Should you kiss him right now to convey your emotions?

“It is,” you replied. “But I’ve been keeping my emotions at bay because I feel the same,”

Anthony beams.

“Say it,” he whispers. “Say what you feel.”

“I love you, Anthony,” you replied. Anthony takes your head and kisses you deeply. You felt every emotion there is; inching your face closer to the roughness of his calloused hand. He moves away slowly and lays you down on your bed; him crawling on top of you to attach his lips on yours again.

“I love you too,” he mumbles softly, kissing the soft skin under your ear. Anthony would’ve liked it better if he could hear the soft whimpers that came from you. He trails down to your neck, and then the hemline of your chest. “I love you…so much. Tell me you love me,”

“I love you,” you whine.

“If you let me, I’d still want to court you properly and formally. Will you let me?” he whispered.

“We’re way past courting if you’re kissing me like this,”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Never.”

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[slimeylee]

📻 🌹|| she's bound to pass the test , as princess of hell ! like her daddy , she is madly power-fell ! ♪ /lyr

♡ switch ! alastor ( he / it ) switch ! rosie ( she / it )

[ this is a SFW tickle fic . NSFW DNI / DNF ]

-- warnings >> mouth tickles

..... 861 words , 5,637 characters

I'm a Cannibal , It's What I do

Alastor and Rosie sat besides each other , sipping tea and laughing . Rosie had been talking about a situation that she ran into earlier that day . " You should've seen her face , Alastor . I mean , it was hilarious ! " Rosie took a sip of its tea .

" Ohh , you and your humour ! " Alastor elbowed Rosie playfully in the ribs , earning a small squeak . Alastor glared at her , his smile growing wide . She could tell it was a genuine , mischievous smirk and that he was up to no good . " Alastor , don't you dare . I see that look in your eyes ! " Rosie exclaimed, backing away .

" Ohohoho , but I do believe I must examine why you made such a sound , my dear ! You're not hurt , are you ? Pehaps I should check ... " Alastor crawled toward Rosie , a nervous smirk on her face as she scooted away . " Now now , Alastor , there's really no need . I'm fINE !- " Rosie yelped as Alastor tackled her down . It sat on her waist , smirking evilly down at her .

" Now , Rosie , don't worry ! I'll be very careful , " Alastor teased , knowing that Rosie reacted a lot more to gentle tickles over rough tickles . It began counting Rosie's ribs , gently sliding along them . " One ... " Rosie immediately started giggling softly , swatting at Alastor's hands . " Two ... three .. Rosiee ~ I can't make sure you have all your ribs while you're smacking my hands , dear ! Oh , now where was I ? " Alastor teased , ' forgetting ' what number he was at .

" Alahastor , don't play redihiculous , yohou were at three - " Rosie's laughed softly , it's cheeks turned pink . " Oh , but how could I be so sure ? I think it's only safe for me to restart ... don't want to miss any now ! Let's see ... one .. two .. " Alastor's fingers trailed down Rosie's ribs . " YoHOhou're soho mean , Ahahalastor ! " Rosie squawked at the sensations , chuckling brightly . " Your laughter is music to my ears , darling ! Three ... four .. five , " Alastor continued , placing teases in between his counting .

After Alastor finished counting one side , he scribbled in between Rosie's bottom ribs . Rosie squealed , laughing as she gently bucked her hips . Alastor then began counting Rosie's other set of ribs . It couldn't help but gently squirm beneath Alastor , giggling and sucking in it's stomach . " You're doing so good , Rosie ... almost doone ! 17 , 18 , 19 .. " Alastor's finger continued to trail down Rosie's ribs . " 22 ... 23 ... and 24 . Wonderful ! You still have all of your ribs , sweetheart . But I do need to make sure they aren't broken . " Alastor said , bringing his head down .

" Oh , Alastor , don't you dare ! NononoNOHOHO ! " Rosie cackled out , throwing its head back . Alastor had begun nibbling Rosie's ribs . " Does this hurt , dear ? " Alastor asked , his smile growing wider . " NOHAHA! Ahahal! Ihit dohoesn't huhurt ! Ihi'm fine ! " Rosie bucked her hips , squirming . " How marvelous , dear . But oh , I am rather hungry at the moment ... " Alastor grinned , leaning down and nibbling all along Rosie's ribs .

" AHAHAlastor ! Noho nihihihibbling ! Ahahaha ! " Rosie whined , squirming desperately beneath Alastor . " I'm a cannibal , dear , it's what I do ! " Alastor exclaimed . Through her laughter , Rosie scoffed . " Wehehehell , you wanna know somethihin' ahabout me ? I'm a cahahannibal too ! " It immediately started to fight back .

The two laughed as their playful fighting went , before Rosie got the high ground after a bit of struggling . " You're not going to get away with that without a bit of revenge ! " Rosie smirked , before she leaned down and immediately nibbled Alastor's ribs . The deer threw his head back with a cackle . " AHAHA ! Rohohosie , nahaha ! " He chuckled , arching its back gently as Rosie nibbled over each of its ribs .

" What's the matter , sweetheart ? Can't take what'cha dish out ? " Rosie smirked , scribbling her nails in between Alastor's ribs as he laughed freely . " Nohohoho ! Rohohosie , plehease ! " Alastor pleaded , his grin wide on his face . Rosie shook her head . " Oh , Alastor , such a sensitive thing you are ! I just love ya laughter and your big grin . " Rosie complimented , a big smile on her own face as Alastor's cheeks began to tint a gentle pink .

Rosie leaned her head back down and nibbled Alastor's ribs . It let out a deep squeal , squirming beneath Rosie as it cackled . " Ahaha ! Rohohosie ! " He snorted . " Hey , I'm a cannibal , it's what I do ! " Rosie repeated Alastor's words , smirking as she unbuttoned his coat . Alastor glared down , its eyes widened . " I know what you're doing !- Rosie , no ! I don't - AHAHAHA ! " Alastor cackled , throwing his head back . Rosie had lifted up Alastor's dress shirt underneath his coat , blowing a raspberry directly over his ribs . " ROHOHOsie ! I gihive ! Stohohop PLEHehease , dear ! " Alastor giggled , squirming beneath Rosie .

It lifted its head from his ribs , smirking . She crawled off of him , letting him catch his breath . " That was rather fun . I enjoy spending time with ya , Alastor . " Rosie smiled , sitting to the side of it . Alastor sat up , " Ah , me too , dear . I truly wish we'd see each other more often . " He smiled softly , looking over at Rosie .

" Well , if ya ever pass through this place again , we must catch up on some more chatting . And rib eating ! " The two cannibals laughed , before standing up .

" I'll see ya later , Al . Thanks for stopping by ! " Rosie exclaimed , kissing Alastor on both cheeks . She gave him a hug , before walking him out the door .

[fanaticsnail]

Sending love to that anon who is on the Yandere Doffy cruise with me, but also how dare you make it angsty 😭😭 but also, I love that. Make it fluffy then make it angsty! A perfect concoction. And then Snail adding the Impel Down? How about you just let Law take my heart instead and crush it, it would hurt less 😭😭

Following that Reader gets ill idea, you know who is the only doctor in the world who can help Reader if she gets ill?

You know WHO is the only one who can probably completely heal Reader?

LAW.

Fucking.

LAW.

(cackles)

Ohohohoho the plot thickens!

Would Doflamingo actually ask Law to heal Reader? Law's is the only fruit that can do it. Doflamingo just realising that would be so fckn AMAZING. The shock, the internal conflict, the fckn anger that Law is the only doctor left who has the HIGHEST chance of healing Reader...

This could be pre-Dressrosa Arc, hell this could be the reason Doflamingo surrenders during Dressrosa Arc because Law heals Reader right in front of Doflamingo, who is literally holding her while she has a fever. (I know, very unlikely but hey, let Doffy be desperate, as a treat.)

It could be that after he beats Law in their first fight after Law wakes up Doflamingo takes him to give a diagnosis on Reader, and Law is shooketh.

Also, add Reader being a mother figure to Law, being kind to him and thanking him and apologizing for Doffy and she is so sorry and Law is getting reminded of his mom now and is literally having a lump in his throat and this 26-year-old grump is about to CRY as he looks through Reader's medical charts left by the other doctors and all check-ups.

Maybe Law's doctor mode just TURNS ON. He isn't even thinking it, he offers to help with his Devil Fruit but in exchange Doflamingo has to surrender or at least let Reader go.

Doflamingo is not on board. He's gonna force Law to use Room if he has to.

Luffy is on board (if it's Dressrosa Arc), bless his soul, he even says he'll kick Law's ass if he harms Reader since he is reminded of watching Ace die or reminded of Nami being sick and him being helpless.

Would Doflamingo accept the deal? Yes? No?

Knowing Doffy he'll go like "I'll just force Law to heal her." in his Big Brain Moment™

And the Impel Down addition, ugh, fuck, my heart.

But Law healing Reader and Doflamingo's internal struggle and pride... OHOHOHOHOHO. I am laughing evilly.

We are further sinking into the Yandere Doffy hole here.

No, don't send the ladder. We like it here.

CAN I JUST

AND LET ME JUST

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Okay, I love this so much. This is gonna end up as a series, I can tell. It's going to have to be. Yandere Doffy with a reader who doesn't want to be with him, getting sick and finally seeing a way towards freedom with Law offering it to them, AND DOFFY JUST MOURNING FOR HIS LOVE WHO WANTS TO LEAVE HIM. JUST AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

I freaking love the Yandere Doffy train going on in my ask box. This is getting me all giddy and giggly. I love this so so much. I'm in the hole next to you, bestie. I'm taking notes.

I am also digging the fact we're all like: "yessss bring Law into it. Have the tables turn."

You: "You have always been so kind to me. Even as a troubled child, you had the potential of turning out like either brother. He'd be so proud of you, your heart mirroring his even now."

Law: "You offered me no reason to harm you. You were one of the few that made my childhood bearable there. And... Thank you. All I've done, I've done in honour of Cora-san and to spite Doflamingo."

The Heart Pirates: "What the hell? Don't we hate Doflamingo? Why are we healing his spouse?"

You: "And where do I factor in? The honour or the spite?"

Law: "Both and neither. I honour Cora-san in offering you this kindness, and I spite Doflamingo in knowing you're released from his charge and allowed to make your choice to remain here or flee. It's up to you what you do."

The Heart Pirates: collective "ohhhhhh"

I love this so much. I can't wait to write it. Thank you for another Yandere Doffy prompt, it's fuelling me.

[starhvney]

Could I get a coffee with cream and a side of sugar cookies (with the family being more so with kids/family life) with a bagel please with the character Travis in the mystreet universe

(I don’t know if I did this right-)

𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟎𝟖: 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫!!

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: established relationship, fluff, domestic/family at home

𝐚/𝐧: for sure!! this was a cute one hehe

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

A smirk tugs at your lips as obvious giggles come from behind the living room curtains. Two pairs of feet stick out from either end of the window, your children’s hiding spots ridiculously amateur despite how long they’d been playing the game today. You shake your head from where you rested on the chair, cheek smushed into your hand as you continue to listen to their adorable hushed whispers.

One might wonder why they were so obvious with their locations, though when Travis marches in the doorway, you have an inkling of why they didn’t try harder as their little feet get ready to run at a moment's notice.

“Oh, hello lovely wife,” he grins, setting his hands on his hips as he walks right up to the window, turning his back to your kids and wagging his eyebrows at you knowingly. “Have you happened to see two little munchkins wreaking havoc around here?”

“Hm… I can’t say I have…” you trail your words off, a funny smile spreading on your own lips.

The small giggles are stifled as you both grow quiet for a moment; and he lets the suspense build with a mirthful look twinkling in his eyes. Slowly, he turns around, before pushing away the curtains with a loud, playful “Rah!”, startling your son and daughter to scream. They immediately take off, little feet thudding as they make their escape to the hallway as Travis chases after them—maniacal laughter following their screeches of joy at the game of tag.

You raise an eyebrow when the loud shouting stops, holding your breath as you try to overhear what was happening deeper in the house. Suddenly, your husband’s previous laughter turns into playful shouts of fear while your children are the ones laughing evilly, their collective footsteps approaching the living room again.

Your son shoots a nerf gun dart at the back of Travis’s head, the shot landing just as he runs around your chair. With a dramatic gasp, he falls down onto the rug, sprawling his limbs out by his sides and going limp with a dramatic groan of “death”.

The children pause when he doesn’t move after, the theatrical man selling the part of being taken out by the oh so lethal styrofoam bullet.

“…Daddy?” Your daughter calls, being the first brave soul to step forward to the dormant volcano.

It was so amusing to you how the children anticipated his reaction, when he’d repeat this same act with them every single time. Still, a startled shout leaves her lips when he flips around, pulling her down into his trap and exaggeratively pretending to eat her like a monster.

“No! Let her go!” Your son heroically dives forward, seeming to forget the nerf gun in his hands as he goes to wrestle her from Travis’s clutches, only to get swallowed by the beast as Travis snatches him down as well.

With one child tucked in each arm, your goofy husband springs up into the air, spinning them around as they kick and squirm with elated giggles.

“Mommy! Save us!”

“Help!!”

You finally stand up from your spot, putting a hand on your hip and pointing at him with the other as you approach the scene. “Unhand them!”

“Never!” He cackles, holding onto the little ones tighter as he dashes down the hall into the bedroom with you in tow.

With a soft thud and a harmony of giggles, all four of you end up flopping onto the mattress, ending the final act of Travis’s favorite play. As the kids are busy rolling around on the duvet, he not-so-sneakily leans in, pressing a soft and lingering kiss on your lips. Pulling away, his bright green eyes drift across your face, an unspeakable gratefulness in them.

“They just swapped cooties!”

“Ew!”

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“I got a brand new Jenga set!” Jisung yelled happily, showcasing his new set to all the others. 

“Ooh, let’s have some fun!” Chan exclaimed, gathering all the members and sitting in a circle. 

“Wait wait wait! As your resident ler, I say we make this a game.” Lee Know interjected. Everyone leaned in to listen. 

“We write a sensitive spot on the Jenga block and a random amount of time. Then whoever pulls the block has to suffer through that.” Minho explained, and everyone nodded hesitantly. “We’ll do three rounds.”

“Wait. What happens if we knock the thing over?” Changbin paused. 

Seungmin interjected. “Everyone. At once. Worst spot. Five minutes.”

Everyone gasped at that, some complaining that there was no way they were gonna survive through that.

“Deal.” Minho interrupted. 

The members grumbled nervously as they grabbed their markers.

“Two blocks for each person. We’ll leave the rest blank to give everyone a fighting chance.” The dancer reassured, and once everyone understood, he evenly distributed the small wooden tiles. 

Even though Jisung was slightly upset with the fact that they had to write on his new Jenga set, he had to admit, he was quite excited about the new version of this game. 

‘Especially if it gets me wrecked.’ He thought with a grin. 

Minho gathered them all once everyone had written down the information, and he set up the blocks while trying as hard as he could not to look at whatever was written on them, or where they were placed. 

“Okay. Let’s start.” Lino could feel his heart pounding in his chest. 

As they had previously agreed to go from youngest to oldest for once, Jeongin reached for a tile in the center, pulling it out with a nervous grin and a wince. 

Nothing. Innie breathed out a sigh of relief, relaxing as everyone groaned in disappointment. 

Seungmin grabbed the tile right next to Innie’s, leaving the whole structure balancing on one tile. 

Felix gasped as Seungmin grinned evilly at him. The puppy looked down at the tile, and everyone held their breath in anticipation. 

“No!” Minnie gasped, and when Chan took a look at his tile, he burst into loud cackles. 

“I was hoping you’d get that one! I wrote it!” Channie clapped, and Seungmin showed the others indignantly. 

‘Belly button for two minutes.’ 

The entire group roared with laughter, Hyunjin clapping ecsatically as Seungmin whined in agony. 

“Well, well. Get down.” Chan ordered, and Seungmjn reluctantly laid on his back and stared up at the older in embarrassment. 

“You don’t have to do this!” Seungmin whined, and Chan smirked at him. 

“Trust me. I want to.” The leader pinned the puppy’s arms above his head and leaned towards his stomach. 

“Hyung…please d-OOOONT! WAHAHAHAIT STAHAHAHAHAP!” Seungmin screamed as Chan’s lips met his belly button, blowing as if he’d done it a million times before. He probably had, though. 

The older only continued to take deep breaths and blow into the boy’s belly button. Seungmin looked his he was going insane, arching his back and cackling wildly, throwing his head in every direction. 

Most of the members cooed lovingly at the poor puppy, though Minho grinned silently. 

“HOW MUCH LONGER—AHAHAHAHAHA!” Minnie begged and pleaded, even though he knew the eldest wouldn’t stop. 

Even then, he didn’t exactly hate it, either. 

“Thirty seconds!” Felix called out, staring at the timer. 

“I CAHAHANT I REAHALLY CAHAHAHAHAHANT—!” Seungmin babbled, more loud screams ripping from his throat as Chan nibbled gently at the area. 

“He’s wayyy too sensitive.” Changbin giggled, though Seungmin couldn’t even retort, only resorting to loud laughter. 

“Okay okay! You’re done. Hyung, let up!” Felix had to practically pry the eldest off of the giggly vocalist, who lay there for a few seconds to catch his breath. 

“Two minutes was way too long!” He yelled out, and Chan began to defend himself. 

“Let’s just continue!” Jeongin rubbed his hands together, the tower on the verge of falling over. 

Felix pulled one out easily, looking at the blank tile before grinning and showing everyone.

Jisung prayed and prayed. ‘please have something written please have something written please—‘

He pulled a tile out, eyes widening when the tower rocked dangerously. Hannie had a sudden urge to knock it over anyway.  

He glanced at the tile and his heart soared as he noticed words on it. 

Jisung recognized the handwriting immediately and he suppressed a grin. 

Everyone waited in suspense as he read the writing. 

“Really, Minho hyung!?” Jisung showed him the tile with a smile he couldn’t hide even if he wanted to.

‘Waist for 12345 minutes’

Everyone burst out into loud laughter and applause, Minho flushing a bright pink. 

“You want my waist for that long?” Jisung asked, grinning teasingly even though he was incredibly flustered on the inside. 

Meanwhile, Minho was happily nodding at the thought of getting his hands on the younger’s oh so sensitive torso. 

“How about we keep it to five minutes?” Chan chuckled nervously. “I’d like to keep my kids alive, please.”

Once they had come to an agreement, Jisung had adjusted himself, managing to convince Changbin to hold his arms up so he didn’t accidentally punch Minho across the face through the intense sensations he was gonna feel later. 

Lino cracked his knuckles, slipping them up Hannie’s shirt and tapping his waist lightly as Felix set the timer. 

“W-Wait! You can’t do it bare!” Han protested, and Lee Know raised one eyebrow. 

“And why can’t I? I get to choose how I do ‘it’, thank you very much.” He spoke matter of factly. 

Jisujg squeezed his eyes shut, his cheeks flushing a bright pink in embarrassment and a small smile making its way onto his face involuntarily. 

Minho grinned before receiving the thumbs up from Felix, prompting him to suddenly switch directions completely. 

One hand pressing into the quokka’s ribs to hold him down, Lino used his other hand to absolutely destroy the younger’s sensitive skin with the other. 

He scribbled and pinched and squeezed at Hannie’s waist, pulling the loudest of laughter from the trapped ace underneath him. 

“AGHH IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES SO MUHUHUHUCH—!” Jisung squealed, boisterous cackles forcing their way one after another out of his throat. 

“It’s supposed to…” Lino deadpanned, making sure to keep a neutral expression on his face as he continued to torture Jisung’s waist. He knew how to push the quokka’s buttons. 

“HYUHUHUHUHUNG HYUNG SLOHOHOHOW DOHOHOHOWN!” Hannie shrieked, arching his back when the older found a sensitive spot on his side. 

“No, I only get five minutes of this!”

“THAHAT’S MOHORE THAHAN ENOUGH!” Jisung screamed, twisting away from the dancer’s fingers as they torturously scribbled and scratched the hypersensitive skin on his waist. 

“Not for me!” Minho retorted, not letting up for even a second, keeping the quokka in constant hysterics. 

“Two minutes left!” Felix called after a few minutes, and everyone smiled widely at Jisung, whose tears had begun to well up in his eyes. 

“NAHAHAHAHA! DOHON-NOOOHOHOHOHO!” Jisung could barely form coherent words. 

“OKAHAHAY OKAY OKAY! IHI CAHAHAHAN’T AHAHANYMOHOHOHOREEE!” Jisung begged, squeezing his eyes shut and smiling nice and wide. 

“Thirty seconds, please, you can do it!” Lino didn’t want to finish off yet. 

“FAHAHAHAHINE!” Hannie spat out, helplessly babbling and emmitting ear piercing, out of breath screams. 

Then the timer cut off all their fun. 

Minho immediately climbed off of Jisung , and Changbin let go of the giggly boy’s arms. 

“ahahah…” Jisung panted, and Minho comfortingly rubbed at his waist to calm him down. 

“You did so well, yeah? Hyung’s proud, kay?” Lino mumbled into the younger’s ear, and Jisung whined a little before smiling softly.

“It’s Hyunjin’s turn!” Jeongin called out. 

Hyunjin gulped nervously and pulled a tile out. Breathing a dramatic sigh of relief when it was empty, he almost knocked the tower over himself. 

Changbin grabbed one himself, then Minho. 

Nothing. 

Chan pulled a tile out and let out a loud scream of surprise, startling everyone in the room. 

‘Thighs for three minutes’

“I can’t! I really can’t…who wrote this?” Chan freaked out, and he freaked out more when Changbin raised his hand. 

Not even twenty seconds later, the rapper had Minho and Jeongin each holding one leg apart, and Changbin’s fingers were poised above the area. 

What made it even worse was the fact that Chan had decided to wear a pair of shorts, exposing the soft, sensitive skin. 

“Oh god…” Chan whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back, biting his lip in anticipation. 

Changbin smiled wickedly at the leader. Felix signalled him to start. 

What happened next can only be described as chaos. 

Changbin’s fingers attached to the inner part of Chan’s thighs, scribbling torturously up and down the skin. 

Chan let out a loud “AGH—!”, sealing his lips as much as possible before desperately throwing his head back again. 

Changbin switched tactics and began squeezing the doughy skin, and Chan immediately screamed and broke out into loud, boisterous laughter. 

“NO—NOHOHOHOHOHO!” The leader tried desperately to pull his legs together, but the two boys holding them apart kept their grip steady. 

“I CAHAHAHAHANT—CHAHAHAHANGBIHIN!” Channie shrieked, biting his lip and twisting his upper body wildly. 

“But hyung, you sound so cute!” Changbin started. “Look, there’s your dimple!” He pointed it out. 

Chan only screamed more when the rapper’s fingers began pinching up and down the area. 

“WHO’D YOU THIHIHK WOHOULD LAST THREEHEHE MINUTES OF THIS?!” Chan wheezed as he tried to speak without laughing. 

“Eh. I was intending for this to go to Minho hyung, but either way, you’re just as sensitive here as he is.” Changbin said nonchalantly, not expecting to tease, but Chan’s face turned red anyway. 

“YOUHOHOHOURE MEA—HAHAHAHAHA!” 

“Oh? I can be very mean when I want to be.” Changbin responded, though slowing down when tears started to run down the older’s cheeks.

“Timer!” Felix yelled, and everyone let go of Chan, who immediately squeezed his legs together and wiped his tears. 

“You okay?” Changbin asked, quick to check up on their leader.  

“Yeah…yeahah…” 

Binnie climbed on top of the older and slumped against his body. 

“We finished a round!” Hyunjin realized. 

That means, it’s Jeongin’s turn next.