#bing boom. never forget again

[july-19th-club]

one thing about me is that the first time i go to an unfamiliar place i screw it up worse than anybody ever has even with directions. but the NEXT time i go to the place i remember the route exactly and for the rest of all time i know it without having to check . the dichotomy of man

[kanene-yaaay]

Anyway! About the "It's dirty!" trope I decided to write another scneario with their roles reversed because why not am I right kjhgfghujjhg.

About 1.500 words, lots of Feet Tickling, Raspberrie and Nibbles too.

At the feeling of soft lips pressing on his sole, Lan Xichen squeaked, a shock of electricity running across his spine as he quickly sat and held on Jiang Cheng’s wrist, feeling as he froze under him.

“You don’t like it.” The one in purple robes felt his cheeks burn, tune resolute. “Of course. I saw it in a book and I wanted to try, should’ve asked you before. I won’t do it again.”

“It’s not that, Wanyin. I simply…” Now there was fire on his face as well. They were matching. “Ah, you really shouldn’t… I…” He closed his eyes, chased his words, grabbed and pulled them up and up until they were above his feelings. “It’s dirty, you shouldn’t kiss me there.”

Understanding flickered on Jiang Cheng’s eyes before his face fell into an unbelieved glare. Grey eyes followed every trace of his body, running over every spot until it fell on his feet again. 

Ah. So embarrassing. It took everything to not flinch at the intensity of the glare and silence.

Finally, Jiang Cheng snorted, unexpectedly. Before Xichen could ask what was in his mind, another spark of electricity filled every single one of his nerves as a truly evil smirk took over his face. 

He didn’t even have time to feel confused as there was a blur of movement and raspberries began attacking his soles, assaulting every piece of skin with a ticklish sensation so powerful it was impossible to ignore. His body trashed for a second and another, louder, squeal was pulled from him, quickly being followed by an equally booming laughter, the sensation exploding from the small point of contact where his soft lips found his soles and then spreading in shocks of buzzing across his every never, prying more and more laughter of him.

Xichen let go of the wrist to hide his flaming, smiling face under his hands. Wanyin’s grip kept holding his ankle firmly in place as his body betrayed the so well crafted control he used to have before every single muscle seemed to be laughing, squirming mercilessly under the tickles that travelled in a dance of sparkles and tingles teasing and playing with him, putting high pitched sounds in his laughter and warmth in his heart. Each snort and squeal vanished any of his small, futile hope of ever holding back.

“Wanyin!” There was alert in his voice, a kind of warning that made Jiang Cheng want to roll his eyes at him, focusing instead on the involuntary squeaks and snickers that just kept making each reaction more uncontrollable as the tickling neared the space under his toes. If Xichen really wanted him to stop or take a break he already knew what words to use and it definitely not his name bing so adorably giggled out like that. “You shouldn’t! W-wan-yin! It’s not-”

Looks like Jiang Cheng would have to put some extra effort to make the First Jade of Gusu Lan get over and forget such nonsense words.

“Do I look like I care?” Since his lips had made a home and a bed of his sole, now focused on that horribly spot under his arch that made Lan Xichen giggle high pitched and uncontrollable, already let out tiny and loud snickers without being actually tickled, his each word vibrated on his skin and made his stomach do somersaults. A feeling of another set of fingers crawling across his leg, until it stopped on the unbearable ticklish space under his knee, scribbling and scratching at it mercilessly made him start to shake his head and try to roll around, trying by instinct to escape the tickly attack by instinct. His snickery laughter morphed to a strident crackling. It took a bit to realize Wanyin was still talking.

“Is Zewu-Jun above Sandu Shengshou? Tell me, can you command me, Sect Leader Lan? Go around and say what I should or should not do?”

Once more, Lan Xichen shook his head, finally falling back on the mattress, all signals of grace and calm vanishing with every reaction. Whether it was an answer for his question or a protest, Jiang Wanyin decided to refuse both.

He starts nibbling at the lovely, ticklish space on the softest side, next to his heel, gaining a shriek from the Lan.

“Wanyin!! Wahahahahnin, plehehehease!!” 

“Oh, so now you want to talk?”

“Not thihihihis! Not the nihihihibblehehes! Yohohou knohow how wehehe-EEK” A squeal escaped when he focused on the absurdly sensitive spot under his toes, followed by more high pitched, maddeningly adorable and terribly uncontrollable giggles. “Ruhuhuhde! Eek! So rude, my Wahahahyin!”

“Am I the one being rude?” Jiang Cheng clicked his tongue, pretending to be annoyed and then began to grace every weak spot with more raspberries. Adding light pinches on the knee too at each one of his words. For good measure. “First you have been distracted the entire time I’ve decided to spend with you, hoping for a calming evening sharing tea,” of course, the tea had long gone cold since Jiang Cheng decided to get revenge for the giggly mess he was resumed to last season, but his point stands. “And then, after you decide to stop being a mess of giggles and decide to talk, it's to babble nonsense about yourself, refuse to answer my inquiries and then criticize my decisions. I don’t think that is the best method to convince me to do anything else but destroy you with the tickles that I want to give for as long I wish, Xichen.” As the other continued to crackle, Jiang Cheng squirmed a bit, deciding to stop with his nibbles as letting his attack on the underside of the other’s knee to light skittering that subdued his laughter to a bubbling tittering. “Or do you have a problem with that?”

His words were challenging but Lan Xichen could hear the truthful tune behind his words and squirmed on the same place, ears burning and rattling how flustered he actually was. “No…”

JIang Cheng scoffed and simply for the sound of it he knew he failed to not make it sound incredibly and utterly fond. For the way Xichen’s smile grew he noticed it too. If Jiang Cheng pretended enough, however, it could be simply because of the tickles still assaulting his knees and no other reason. He lowered his head back to the absurdly ticklish skin of his feet and huffed, suppressing a grin at the squeak it resulted. 

So presumptions of the other to think Jiang Cheng could be disgusted by such a stupid reason.

“‘Dirty’. As if you Lans ever had this word in your vocabulary. I bet your pristine white robes haven’t found a single drop of mud in their entire lives.”

Jiang Cheng gave him no time to refute, immediately lying raspberries and tickly nibbles on every inch of the spot, purposefully focusing on the places he knew to be more sensitive and ticklish. Lan Xichen couldn’t even hope to answer at this point, entire body squirming around in no coordination, each crackle making his entire being shake, a gigantic smile on his face as snorts, squeals, screechs, giggles and incoherent words continued to be pried from his lips. No half hearted protests, no self consciousness. 

Jiang Cheng scoffed and smiled, equally smug and soft, for the way Xichen continued to let him have so much… so much over him. To completely let himself go like this, to trust and confide so much in him to not even try to stop his poor attempts of caring and loving.  

He watched the color painting Xichen’s face, the way his every movement, every expression glowed under the light, his reactions, laughter and all, sounded like melody and he looked nothing like the priceless, perfect jade statue everyone said the First Jade to be, but just as powerful, just as beautiful, just as worth to be described in arts and poems to be never forgotten. Except that it was Jiang Cheng who made him like this, it was only to his eyes that it all was unfolded and his memory was the only one register of everything that happened. He was the only one who would ever be able to get to know the other side of Lan Xichen, full of snorts, of crackling laughter, of flustered squeaks and uncoordinated squirming.

Once, Lan Xichen assured him that his delight and happiness to let go and become a mess under his wiggly fingers and tickly touch should be only as big (or even more!) as Jiang Cheng’s own joy during those moments.

What a fool.

The same joy? Impossible. 

Jiang Cheng was the one who was the most grateful and happy to be trusted in this. He always had much more to be grateful for.

The Collection (Third Chapter)

3. Love

Kanene's Notes: I DID IT KJHGTHYUJIK LAST CHAPTER!!!!!!! CAN YOU BELIEVE???? AAAAAAA Almost didn't manage to post today because I was resting oikuytyuj but it's here!!! Yay!!! :D

Warnings: Light Self Depreciation, Mouth Tickles (like, lots of it), Light Angst and mostly Fluff. Ler!Xichen + Ticklish![SURPRISE] Around 8.000 words.

[~*~]

In the end, for him, tickling was a way to show love, care, trust. To have someone’s vulnerabilities right in your hands and decide to hold them so tenderly and freely that your love could not ever be mistaken. To analyze someone’s reaction and discover what they like and didn’t like, to bring a bit more of playfulness and brightness to their days. It meant to show respect and at the same time create a song so unique as both of them danced to it. His collection was meant to hold someone, to laugh and relax and, above all, to strike happiness and love, whichever was the form the person decided to show him.

(...)

Wei Wuxian kept running.

He knew it wouldn’t be enough. No matter how far he pushed himself, for how long he kept running even when his body pleaded for a break, Wei Wuxian knew it was just a matter of time until he was caught. Mo Xuanyu’s body wasn’t nearly closer to be as strong, resistant and great as his original one, which could hold his breath underneath water for minutes and escape for days if necessary. However, by the sheer determination and power of his pursuer, even if he had his original stamina and velocity, maybe even so it would be a long battle to outrun the other. 

(Maybe he was simply doomed from the beginning)

He was panting, struggling already as he jumped over rocks and roots, taking wild turns and twists in the middle of the forest in an attempt to confuse. It still wasn’t enough. He would be caught. 

He would be caught.

Thinking back, it had been foolish, truly, to think he could face this without Lan Zhan. He was too far from his location now, without even realizing what kind of plight Wei Wuxian was trying to survive. 

At least… at least he had the chance to be his husband before his fall.

And fall he did. With a loud shriek Wei Wuxian collided with the grass, claws curling around him when he shouted with the despair of a man trying to buy one single more moment of life.

“We can make a deal!”

The claws stopped inches from his skin, right above his stomach, too close to all his fragile organs. They twitched and he could feel a shadow of electricity escaping from the points where it barely brushed the skin.

“A deal?” He sounded amused, not even worried, as if he already imagined them both in this outcome, as if capturing the former Yilling Patriarch was nothing but expected. Wei Wuxian couldn’t even complain, his attention too caught in the claws getting dangerously closer and closer, twitching and brushing and making him feel more and more each movement. Even if he wanted, he wouldn’t be able to look away.

“What is your offer?” “Lan Zhan’s secret spot.”

A chuckle ressounded across the yard and the hands immediately came down. Wei Wuxian shrieked once more and waited for his end. Those hands, however, simply rested on his belly, no further movement coming, being successful in only making his nerves prickle and buzz with anticipation and adrenaline. Wei Wuxian could listen clearly as the amusement grew bigger in his captor’s voice. “I have known Wangji since we were kids. There is no secret spot when it comes to me.”

“Even the one on…”

“The back of his lower ribs, the closer to the sides the quicker the giggles get? Yes.”

Wei Wuxian pouted. Although a quick digging on his stomach immediately exchanged it for a wobbling, giant smile that made the tickles stop automatically. 

Xichen-ge was such a tease. 

Besides, this one wasn’t even the spot he wanted to trade, but he slotted the information in his mind to explore more later.

Suddenly an idea appeared in his mind. The nervous smile in his face gave its spot for a wicked smirk.

Feeling the smugness on the other, Xichen’s attention honed in with interest.

Also aware of the Benefits of Teasing and Being a Little Shit, Wei Wuxian relaxed completely on the ground, stretching and put his arms behind his head, completely calm, as if there was no more danger to fall upon him after the next offer was out, a proud grin on his lips.

“You are absolutely right, Xichen-ge! You both grew up together and the two of us are the only ones who can truly read and understand Lan Zhan,” He stalled and Lan Xichen narrowed his eyes in suspicious, an amused light shining in them, although. “But I must give to you the merits you deserve for the extra years of experience you have. When it comes to you and Lan Zhan, there is no doubt that you know your didi wonderfully.” 

This was a pause for a bigger effect, Lan Xichen recognizes. He could tell Wei Wuxian is just trying to buy time, but both of them know how patient and stubborn Lans can be. It is only a matter of time before he gets what he came for anyway. 

Then, Wei Wuxian went for the kill.

“And yet so do I. If you let me go, I can tell you a special tickle spot that will transform Jiang Cheng into a laughing, flustered mess in seconds. 

Lan Xichen froze. Wei Wuxian’s smirk only grew, like a cat about to jump on his prey, knowing precisely how priceless and unmatched  his offer was. 

Got you.

“So, what do you say, Xichen-ge, my favorite brother in law? Will you let me go? From one big brother to another.”

Lan Xichen reflected quietly, fingers still tapping on the ticklish belly under them, as if deep in thought,  fingertips barely gracing the skin before going away, the little tickles just enough of present to keep the anticipation going and the bubbling giggles alive.

In the end, he sighed and Wei Wuxian beamed, already knowing what he was going to say. “Very well, you share this information with me and I let you leave for today.”

“Only today?! Why, why, Xichen-ge! Don’t be greedy.” He wagged his finger in front of his face and Lan Xichen’s hands digged a bit more on his stomach in reply. He wiggled, a triumphant grin still clued on his face. “The moment you attack Jiang Cheng there, he will know who betrayed him immediately! His bad temper will fall on me and I will certainly not survive such a vicious revenge, you see, especially after an attack of yours! Lan Zhan has shared plenty of information about his own falls in your claws.” He pouted and looked at the older with big eyes. “I will need at least three weeks to recover after his visit.”

In one week Wanyin would be visiting the Cloud Recesses to discuss sect matters, which would grant more than one month before Lan Xichen was allowed, by their deal, to take his revenge on him. The date fell suspiciously close to Jin Ling’s birthday, a celebration that would oblige Lan Xichen to travel away from the Cloud Recessess. Truly a brilliant mind his brother in law had.

“One week, at most. You did attack me in front of my students, afterall. It wouldn’t be well for them to know I granted you more mercy than that trick deserved. A punishment for breaking the rules must be given.”

The snickers that came out of his mouth had nothing to do with the tickles, but more with him remembering the other’s shriek at the surprise tickle attack. His next squeal, however, had, since Xichen decided to claw a bit on his sides. “One week and half!”

Lan Xichen hummed, and once more Wei Wuxian beamed. After being so close with Wangji, it was no surprise he hadn’t problem reading his tells. “Very well, one week and three days, but I retain the right to break the deal if when I try the spot no reaction is found or if you decide to tickle me again during this time, even if by mistake. If any of those cases happen, then I will come collect my original payment and bring Wangji with me for help.”

Wei Wuxian crackled, bowing at him with the best of his ability. “So little trust in my words, Xichen-ge! This lowly one would never dare to trick the almighty Zewu Jun, please have the mercy my dear husband won’t give!”

“You won’t have to worry about it if the information you share is true.” Letting him go, Lan Xichen got up, offering a hand for Wei Wuxian to bring himself up as well. He took a few leaves and dirt out of his still pristine robes, hesitating before the question came out in a low voice. “Wanyin truly won’t mind if I know?”

“Mind?” There was a mix of amusement and confusion in his face, then Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened as he came to a realization. “Xichen-ge! Don’t tell me! You never tried to tickle Jiang Cheng before?”

“I have not yet, no.”

Mischievous shine in his eyes, Wei Wuxian came close resting an arm on his shoulder, making him huff a laughter at the comic position, with their very present height difference. The other shook a finger next to his face. “Give me one more week free of your revenge, Xichen-ge, and I will share this one more secret with you, also! He will thank me for it anyways, later.” He scratched the bridge of his nose. “Probably.”

Having the feeling of what the secret was, Xichen simply shook his head, a smile on his face.

“I think this one I shall find by myself, young master Wei.” 

(...)

Lan Xichen rubbed the shoulders under him, feeling the way those muscles tensed unrelentlessly under his touch. Equally unrelenting, he pressed a soft kiss on each shoulder, feeling the other jolt under his lips in alarm before forcing out a tight sigh.

He didn't say anything, just kept rubbing those tensed shoulders, arms, hands and fingers, even taking his time as he trailed down from his back to his hips, squeezing too firmly to be nothing but comforting, before going up and repeating the cycle again, letting his hands warm and accostume the cold skin under him.

There was no hurry for any of them, no emergency or matter that would require their attention for the rest of the day. It was just the two of them and a cold evening perfect to better enjoy the warmth of each other.

His hands traveled across every muscle, pressing on it lightly as his soft pecks followed the line of his shoulder until it arrived at the middle and travelled to the other’s nape. Goosebumps appeared across the caressed skin and Lan Xichen chuckled, half fond and half smug, at the physical proof of how his touches affected him.

Jiang Wanyin tched.

“To think this is what finally makes you get quiet in bed. Unbelievable.”

Xichen huffed, still too close to his skin, which obliged Wanyin to hold back a small jolt at the series of shivers that followed his action. “I apologize for the lack of talking. I am simply… too excited, too thankful for this.” He nuzzled him, taking in the delicious smell of lotus flower and wood from the other, controlling himself to not bite the spot. “Although it is quite nice to know you like as much as me the words we exchange in our intimacy.”

“Of course you would take this as an opportunity to be sentimental.” Jiang Wanying groaned. “Don't think that just because I accepted your offer it doesn’t mean that I won't be breaking your legs and getting out if you start with your thing”

“... My thing?”

Jiang Cheng huffed and scowled, shifting self consciously on the mattress. “You know what I am talking about. Besides, I already accepted doing this, you don't need to keep flattering me.”

Lan Xichen frowned, confused. “It’s not flattery, simply my feelings.”

“Stop it, I know senseless praises when I see one and you do as well. We’ve grown to deal with the same politics, even with our clear different strategies to deal with it.”

Ah, he sees what is happening now.

Effortless, Lan Xichen gets out of the bed and kneels right by Jiang Cheng’s head, who blinks surprised for a moment before tensing more and pushing himself up on his arms to better stare firmly at the other, as if he was about to be sent away. Knowing how Wanyin usually thinks, this option probably wasn’t far away from his head.

Xicchen would have to prove him otherwise, then.

“Wanyin, I have been eagerly waiting for this day ever since I read your letter accepting my invitation. Last night, I was barely able to sleep, similar to a junior preparing for their first night hunt, getting too excited only in imagining how delightful it would be to be here now. I am honored you trusted me enough for this moment.” Fire began lacing across his face, yet Xichen refused to look away from the ther’s wide-eyed stare. “More egotistically, too, I am even more happy because your laughter has been haunting me for seasons, since that very day on the Fifth Conference in Yunmeng Jiang, when after the banquet we all have been a little tipsy and I fell on one of your lakes. When I resurfaced and saw your face… you were laughing so hard while offering me a hand.” And I haven’t gone a single season by without imagining being once more the reason for your laughter, he didn’t complete.

Jiang Cheng looked pleased. “So you were not drunk enough that night to have forgotten it. I knew it, you froze that one time I mentioned it.”

“It was a very beautiful laughter.” Xichen defended himself.

Jiang Cheng scoffed. “It’s a normal one.”

“Not for me.” As a slight hint of a blush appeared on the bridge of Wanyin’s nose and Xichen found himself struggling to not focus at it. He had to set his point across. His voice lowered, a bit soft, a bit vulnerable. “I wish to hear it again, but you must trust me enough to know that a Lan does not lie and I would not deceit you. How you feel here is important, and so you have to be sure that I will take care of you above it all and honor the trust that you placed on me, Wanyin. Only if you want, of course.”

Jiang Cheng got quiet, his frown lessened to a more thoughtful expression. After a couple of moments when the nerves began gnawing at Xichn’s mind, he sighed. 

“Go on, then.”

Lan Xichen almost jumped with how jittery he was, a happy smile appearing on his face. “Will you, really, Wanyin? Will you let me take care of you?”

“I am here, am I not?” His hands grabbed the sheet with force, a flame of irritation flaring up, pulling the attention away from the vulnerable tune of his words. “Or you think I would just come here to back away so easily? I am no chicken.”

Lan Xichen engulfed the hands on his, staring seriously at the other’s silver eyes. “You can step away if you don't want this anymore. At any moment, the second you want you can get out, I would never hold this against you, Wanyin.”

The sect leader rolled his eyes at this. “Of course you wouldn’t! Come back with these words when you manage to carry a grudge for more than five days.” At Xichen’s displeased huff, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His demeanor softened and his hands turned around to grab his, eyes scurrying away from his searching gaze. “No. I don’t want to go away, Xichen, I meant it. If you’re trying to convince me to get out, then do it better.”

“Wanyin…” 

Jiang Cheng huffed, finally finding his gaze again. Somehow, he always found it a bit comforting, sometimes even amusing, to get a little on the Lan’s nerves. “Aren’t you being the stubborn one, right now, or is your hearing already becoming faulty? Do no make me repeat that again: I am still here, am I not?”

As if to prove his words, he suddenly pulled his hands closer, making Lan Xichen stumble and lay partially on the bed, inches from his face. When he tried another remark, he was promptly cut by the Yunmeng’s Leader. “Also, no. Don’t try to go back to all your teasing flattery again.” Lan Xichen huffed, now he was trying to be purposely obtuse.

Jiang Wanyin took advantage of his position to press a fleeting kiss to his knuckles of the hands still on his grip, his words no longer carried any heat or bother, but a more mischievous (and vulnerable) tune. 

“How could I forget,” Lan Xichen acquiesced, recognizing the victory and permission for what it was. How could he not, when it came to Jiang Cheng? “That my Wanyin is such a tease to his poor Xichen.”

Jiang Cheng scoffed. “Get on with this at once because it's way too cold to just keep laying around with a bared torso.”

Lan Xichen chuckled lightly at that, his grin stretching when he felt a small, tentative, soft rub of thumbs on the back of his hands and his heart melted. He climbed back on the mattress, resuming his position on top of the other's legs, with those sifting, tensed muscles under his hands. This time, his determination was stronger than before.

Wanyin didn't allow himself to be fully relaxed under his ministrations, yet. Even with the permission and all his self reflection preparing himself for this moment, none of that erased the years of stress and exhaustion his body had survived under. He was no fool to not realize why Xichen had suddenly doubted his willingness to participate of this session, with the way posture continued to be held as if he was being scrutinized by a strict teacher and not in the presence of a dear friend, yet, no matter how much he tried to convince himself to relax, his muscles didn’t obey. 

The patience and stubbornness of a Lan must not be taken lightly, however. When his hands digged on his shoulders, Jiang Cheng tensed even further. Only to blink in astonishment when nothing happened. Lan Xichen… started massaging him. After a few moments of this, he turned his head slightly to his direction, a confused frown on his face.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving a good massage, I hope.”

“But you-” He looked at the gleaming shine in his gaze and his innocent smile, eyes narrowing. A trap. “You're planning something.”

Lan Xichen shook his head lightly. “My only plan is getting you to relax.” His words were completely  truthful, but he might as well have said the worst of the teases for the way that Jiang Cheng stared at him, a nice very weak shade of red painting his nose, then promptly shoved his face back on the pillow. An amused huff escaped Lan Xichen as he continued his ministrations, skilled and nimble hands finding every tense spot or unrelenting knot and pressing on them firmly until it became completely undone. 

He started at the base of his spine, thumbs sliding across its length and fingers squeezing (not the original type of squeezing he had been prepared to do, but alas) and digging on a tensed muscled until it relented to him before he continued to work upwards on another in the same rhythm, sometimes using his knuckles, his palms, his fingers, either be digging, kneading or pressing, always in a firm, soothing touch.

Some knots were too tense and old to completely disappear, still, by the moment he was back on his shoulders, pressing firmly on the base of it and sliding his thumbs up across his nape, following his spine, Jiang Cheng was like putty on his hands, melted and relaxed, an appreciative groan leaving his mouth unguarded, breathing slowly as if he was almost falling asleep. 

Lan Xichen rolled his tired wrists, smiling content and happy with the result, almost too happy to interrupt it with the next step of their session.

Again, almost.

In a lighter, but still firm touch, he ran his palms across his back, following a line on his middle and then letting his hands branch from the ribs until it rested on his shoulders, massaging it, fingertips almost brushing his ears and neck. Not even a twitch, a hilt or breathing or even a questioning word came from Jiang Cheng.

Perfect.

With just his fingertips and in even more of a lighter touch, Xichen roamed his hands to the base of the neck and then downwards in two paralleled lines. Goosebumps made their appearance and, if it wasn’t for his attentive eyes, he wouldn’t have noticed the way the other twitched to grip the mattress before relaxing and letting it go.

Lan Xichen smiled, lifted his hands just a little bit more, until only his short nails were grazing the sensitive skin, running to his ribs and swirling tiny circles across them, sliding down to trace uncaring patterns across his sides, scribbling so soft it was almost imperceptive on each one before gliding upwards once more and re-starting the cycle again until there was a tiny squirm and a forceful huff being pried from the other, his muscles tensing the slight bit at the touch.

True to his words, Xichen immediately stopped at that and went right back to massaging his back. He could almost see Wanyin’s confused frown, letting his tension go bit by bit as the moments passed without another soft, tickly attack from him.

The ke his guards were down again, the Lan immediately spidered his fingers across his spine, going from his lower back to his shoulder blades and deviating to skitter across them skillfully. The moment his nails grazed it, a hint of giggle was partially freed on the air before Wanyin bit and swallowed it down.

Interesting.

As previously, at the tension, Xichen went back to his massage.

Wanyin was having none of that. “What even is this!? Wasn't you going to…”

Lan Xichen couldn't help the amusement in his voice. “To…”

“Tickle me!”

Aw. How cute.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.”

He immediately latched back at that spot right between his shoulder blades, wanting to discover more about the spot that was able to make Sandu Shengshou giggle. Fingers dancing across it, his attentive eyes watched the way Wanyin squirmed from one side to another, a high sound being muffled and a giggly kind of tune taking over his voice.

“That is not what-” a snort broke free when he started tapping his fingers downwards, following the line of the bone gaze sharp and each scribble getting more and more precise as the giggles began growing quicker and louder the more he continued. “It’s not w-what I-” This time it was a squeak, a squeak and Xichen was beyond endeared. It was chased by airy titters. “NotwhatImeant! Fuck!”

Not even bothering to answer, too concentrated to find what exact place was pulling such delightful reactions, Lan Xichen stopped on the lower part of each shoulder blade and then moved a few inches to the side, pressing quickly. 

With a squeal, Jiang Cheng buckled.

They both froze.

Jiang Cheng must have realized just what happened at the same time as Lan Xichen, and he tried to lift himself to roll away just as the other pressed his thumbs on the same spot and digged. His arms wobbled and failed in the middle of the movement, body falling on the bed again in a soft impact as laughter poured freely and unstoppable from his lips.

There we go.

“S-stop it!” He continued squirming, louder, uncontrollable-er high pitched giggles and bubbling squeaks taking over the air as Xichen decided to try prodding and poking the same place, making his entire nerves get set ablaze, electricity running from every inch of skin that was tickled and racing across his meridians, making his Zidian spark in short bouts of useless of lightning that were unable to harm either of them (when did he get so soft for Xichen?). “How  snk-dihihihid you evhehen find out thihihis!” His eyes then widened as realization hit. “WEI WUXIAN!!”

Quick to divert his attention (Wei Wuxian really knew his brother well, Xichen sent his soul a quick prayer), Lan Xichen increased his tickles, successfully making Wanyin lose himself even more amidst snickers. 

“GEHEHEHeht oHOHOut!!”

Lan Xichen hummed, “Maybe my memory has been failing me afterall, because I do remember my Wanyin asking me to tickle him not long ago. He truly shouldn’t be surprised when I was quick to acquiesce with his request, then. Have I ever denied my heart from anything?”

“Yes!!” It was the immediate reply, another squeal painting his every word as he spidered downards to his lower back and got him into titters painted in a bubbly relief only to go back to that spot and unleash another unforgiving tickle attack the moment he recovered a bit more of air. “StohoHOHOP! Yohohohou’re lihihitEHEHErally DEHEHEHehenyihihing me- Dammit!”

“Perhaps my Wanyin is simply surprised by how ticklish he is?” Lan Xichen continued as if nothing had been said, musing out loud. “I must agree with such a feeling. It's been nothing but delightful to find just how sensitive every part of his body is. Afterall, my Wanyin is very kind and soft when you get to know…” 

Suddenly, he ceased his attack, letting his fingers trace the spot lightly and basking on the airy, fast and tittering like yelps and huffs of laughter that continued to flow from just a tease. Before he could get used to it, however, Lan Xichen jumped to his ribs and began kneading and clawing. 

“Right where to find it.”

Jiang Cheng shook his head, arms lowering themselves and twisting to his back in futile attempts to pry his hands away, snorts now mixing in a lovely melody with his laughter, even as Xichen slowed his ministrations to a soft kind of skittering running up and down his ribs, a kinder torment. With a few good nuzzles on his neck and lightly blowing air on his ears Xichen was successful in distracting those determined arms from trying to snatch his well deserved tickles away.

“Stohohohop sweet talkihihihing me!”

“Would you rather receive another kind of sweet, then?” He pointed his sentence with a raspberry on the side of his neck as his fingers climbed upwards to his pits, taking the opportunity of his laughing distracting at his raspberries to burrow his wiggling fingers on the spot. Since Jiang Wanyin was so fond of trying to pry his caring touches and playful nuzzles away, Xichen might as well give him an incentive to keep his arms down and nicely out of his way.

Just as he started to scribble and scratch quickly just the border of the pit, there was a loud screech and an even more delightful snorting laughter that made Lan Xichen laugh softly too. 

When the other simply shoved his face even more on the pillow at that, just like bashful maiden hide his blushing features away (and the Lan couldn’t wait to make his ears and neck at least half red as his face, later), Xichen captured his arm and held above his head, leaving his side, ribs and armpits unprotected, absolutely defenseless to his attack. 

Jiang Cheng squirmed once more, anticipation and adrenaline making his entire torso tingle in anticipation to the tickles, chuckles falling like waves from his lips even before he was actually attacked, planting a stubborn and way too silly smile on his face.

Lan Xichen scratched and drummed on every hint of skin around his unprotected armpit until he got next to the spot where his back connected to his armpit, leaded there by the anxious titters and protesting snickers that grew quicker and airy the closer he got to the place, immediately giving away to a short, strident screech when he drummed a single finger there. 

“So sensitive, so responsive for me…” He nosed the side of his neck, making sure to whisper the next words as close as possible from his ear, a playful tune jumping on his voice. “Tell me, my life, did we find another sweet spot?”

Since Wanyin refused to answer, Xichen would have to keep his conversation alive by himself. A pity, but, oh well.

“I think we did. It’s right here, isn’t it?” He traced the spot, watching with crickling eyes as the other controlled his jolt at the touch, muffling a tiny squeak. “So many places to enjoy, to discover, to tickle and tickle over and over and over again until we are satisfied. As I’ve said before, my Wanyin is really full of sweet and soft spots.”

He lifted his hand away from his back, in silence, patiently awaiting for the other to move his head to the side, a peaking eyes searching for the reason why he stopped. Only then, with a teasy, knowing grin, Lan Xichen formed a claw with his free hand and slowly began descending it towards the spot, wiggling his fingers plenty and letting them scrape the skin for a light, maddening seconds until giggles upon giggles were bubbling so much on his chest, begging to be free and Jiang Cheng closed his eyes, his already gigantic smirk growing even bigger at him.

He attacked. 

Instead of the previous strident giggles, a crackling kind of laughter exploded around the place and Jiang Wanyin hit the bed with his fists, his trashing increasing so much that Lan Xichen had to lock his legs more firmly around him to not have the risk of being knocked out, already tipping dangerously to one side with the movement. 

The more Xichen’s fingers danced on the spot, spidering and skittering, drumming and prodding, the louder his laughter sounded, the feeling exploding and taking over his mind completely, every thought, every doubt disappearing until there was nothing but a chant of “It tickles, it tickles, it tickles” in his head. 

Lan Xichen suddenly realized that his face was much closer to his torso than before, as his tickling hands slided to his armpits, stopping Wanyin’s arms once more from trying to pry him away (and to think Jiang Cheng was the very one who asked for those tickles…), an idea flashed in his mind and he was quick to jump to its execution.

Jiang Cheng jumped in the same place. “Do not-” His voice sounded higher than normal. “-Kiss me there!”

It was just a tad of too much panicked than normal that made Xichen stop, fingers stilling from the maddening tickles to a slower scraping. “You don’t like it?”

“No!” Jiang Cheng fumbled. “It’s not…” 

Lan Xichen lifted his head, tilting it so he could find the other’s eyes. It was both an unsuccessful and successful effort. The moment they met, Jiang Cheng seemed to relax a bit but the embarrassment in his face only grew. “It’s not a place to be kissed. It’s dirty.”

Everything went quiet and Lan Xichen froze, only when Jiang Cheng jolted once more under him he realized he was curling and pressing his fingers even more on the skin. 

Forcing them to lie flat again, he made himself start once more.

“Sect Leader Jiang…” Said one looked at him with a mix of feelings in his eyes, most weren’t pleasant. Lan Xichen pushed on, he laid his forehead on his back and took a deep breath, trying to not get too charmed by the way the other wiggled at that. When it came out, his voice had a purposeful calmness, with a hint of tightness. “Still smells like that lotus fragrance I gifted you on your birthday, perfect, delicious,” he let his teeth graze the bit of skin at the last word, happy at the goosebump this brought. His next words became softer, also grazing the sensitive spot he hadn't moved away for the entire conversation. “I am happy that you appreciated it. Convince me, then, Wanyin, why my hands, my attention, my lips shouldn’t be all over you.”

When he received no answer, he pressed his mouth in a circle around the spot, traveling to his armpit, kissing it with revence, softly, feeling each twitch, each shiver as he continued his way up and to the side,  pressing kiss after kiss until it grazed his neck - a safe ground - and then continued to follow to his other armpit, letting it greet as much of skin as he could. 

Jiang Wanyin pressed his face firmly on the mattress, feeling something in himself starting to lose the fight with the fear that protected his vulnerability. He wanted to smile, to huff, to push that stupid man with his stupid sweetness away and grab him closer. The feeling was only amplified as he felt two fingers drawing slow circles on his sides, tracing the skin as if there was nothing else they could ever wish to do with their time.

He suppressed a wiggle. “You shouldn’t-” he stuttered as the tickling changed the rhythm to something a little quicker, the hands now slightly pluckering and poking his side with tiny, playful tickles. It felt both soft and a warning. Watch your words. He pressed his smile even more on the soft bedding, swallowing giggles. 

A petulant snort escaped, its meanings clear. Sounds like a challenge.

“You’re being c-childish. You know I am right.”

“I can not in good conscience agree to this, Wanyin.” Jiang Cheng could feel the grin his answer elected. Gusu Lan’s example of self control, my ass. There was now the feeling of nails lightly scratching the skin, words being whispered on his shoulder, getting closer and closer to their target and yet stopping only enough to keep sending ticklish shivers across his spine until there were quiet, airy titter escaping from his mouth, bigger than his efforts to hide it. “Please, allow me to convince you otherwise.” 

…Dammit. Lan Xichen knew what he was doing, exaggerating his every move, asking softly, keeping his touches light enough so he could be just the slight amount of distracted… He was directing Jiang Cheng to a trap. One that would end up with him being honest.

“I know what you’re doing.” He accused, without heat.

Xichen hummed and then laid an playful nip and then a tiny apologetic on his back. And then another. And another. Soft touches of his lips as they moved and breathed and talked. “Don’t you like it?”

“Thahat is irrelevant.” Now he was snickering, great.

“Not for me.” Lan Xichen experimentally nipped that dammed spot that started all of this, smirking smugly at the sharp intake of breath and barely muffled squeal it created. He then stopped, holding himself tightly to not continue to pull such lovely sounds without the other’s answer first. “Do you like it?”

Silence. Jiang Wanyin frowned and pressed his lips together, now more less like holding laughter and more like holding words inside. There was no problem, Lan Xichen could distract him until they surfaced naturally.

His hands began fastening to a scribbling that fluttered upwards to his ribs, prodding and teasing each bone, lightly scratching in between them while he repositioned himself to whisper right behind his reddened ears.

“Or maybe is it something else that has you distracted? The tickling, perhaps. The way it keeps making you want to laugh, to let me listen to every one of your lovely sounds. Tell me, Wanyin, does it make it worse? Hiding your face and for doing so not being able to see where I will strike next? Knowing that I will continue to do it time and time again until you’re too occupied laughing under me to disagree?” 

“Xichen!” The Lan waited, but no further protests followed him.

He hummed, pleased, deviating his hands to his spine and spidering it, vibrating and pressing on each bone only the slight bit for maddening seconds before jumping away, only to poke another bone and continue his tickly treatment. “I am simply asking a few questions, Wanyin. Since you didn’t answer the first one I can continue to present more of them until  we find one of your liking.”

Jiang Cheng’s wiggles began  to get a tad more uncontrolled, too. From one side to another. One side to another. Lan Xichen smiled  at how lovely this was. He kissed his back, once more, a little far away from his armpit but still close enough to it so his next words wouldn’t be confused. Enough of teasing. “If you wish, I won’t press you anymore. Say the words and I will leave it alone and continue just the way we were before, but please be honest with me, Wanyin: Do you want me to continue?”

A moment of quietness, before his voice cut the room, more hesitant than Lan Xichen ever heard him being. “If you don’t think it’s dirty…” Lan Xichen dug on his ribs and began tasering in a stronger warning and Wanyin snorted in surprise, laughter pouring for half of a ke before he held it back again. “Damn it, Xichen. Yeah, I like it! Do whatever!” 

Lan Xichen stopped, warmth blossoming on his chest, and lifted his body until he could watch the other’s expression again. He wanted to be sure it was really okay. The moment their eyes found themselves, Jiang Cheng's entire demeanor seemed to soften a little.

“I am happy to find something else that you like, Wanyin.” He nuzzled his cheek. “Thank you.”

Ah.

And Jiang Cheng… Jiang Cheng melted. All his fight bleeded out from his muscles, the combination of such lovely words with all the caring and coaching touches from earlier, his massages, his teases, his light, soft, rough and maddening tickles, in the end it all culminated in him finally giving up to the warm, happy feeling on his chest that has been blossoming stronger and stronger at it small show of care from the other, mixing with joy and exploding like fireworks in his very soul. 

Seeing this, Lan Xichen sighed contently, adjusting his position to lay more comfortably. There was a tiny, expectant smile on his face.

Very well.

“My heart, my heart, then… May I?” He sounded as excited as his Yunmeng’s kids would when they came to their Sect Leader in a bundle, the braver one asking him to show them a cool trick with Zidian, like Jin Ling would sound when he called his Jiujiu to play with him and he accepted. The snort that left his lips held another kind of amusement.

“So dramatic. Tsk, since you’re being so stubborn about it, might as well do what you want.”

Lan Xichen grinned sweetly, kissing his neck. Appraisingly, he slowled his tickles once more to a soft drag of fingers and adjusted his position to lay cozily in Wanyin’s back. 

“What we want, Wanyin.”

Before the other could answer (or more likely, protest), he immediately closed his lips around the exact spot that made him jump before, nibbling on it with energy and making the other take a sharp intake of breath and let out a high pitched screech.  

“THAHAHAHAHAT IS NOT-” This time, the crackles were even louder, quicker than before, snorts and squeals chased each other across the room and Jiang Cheng couldn’t even trash anymore, both because of Lan Xichen draping his entire body on top of him and because the sheer force of his laughter, together with all the previous teasing and tickling, had been embarrassingly effective to transform him into a puddle of strident laughter and giggles. His tune changed to wheezy, almost silent snickers everytime when Lan Xichen noticed his crackles were slowing down a bit and then changed to the same spot on the other side, greeting it with reverent kisses before attacking with the real nibbles and nuzzling that made him let out another shriek. “NOHOHOHOHOHOT A KISS!!”

“Oh my, I apologize profusely for my mistake. Perhaps Sandu Shengshou, in his unyielding kindness will allow this lowly one to try again?”

“IHIHIHIH DO NOHOHOHOHOHOT!”

“Thank you, I knew you would understand.”

Pretending to not listen to the laughing protest, Lan Xichen lavished every tickle spot with all the nibbles, kisses and tiny raspberries anywhere he could reach. With one hand he took Wanyin’s right forearm and pushed above his head to enjoy the free reign of every inch of his unprotected torso, kissing his armpits with louds ‘mwah mwah mwah’ that would make Jiang Cheng squawk madly in protest, nibbling on his ribcage while doing all kind of silly munching sounds and even sneaking a lick once, which made the other shriek once more in protest and surprise, before finally settling on his side, shoving his face on the spot and blowing the biggest raspberry, shaking his head from one side to another until Jiang Cheng was  kicking his legs and hiccup amidst his uncontrollable belly laughter.

Pushing himself up, Lan Xichen adjusted his position so he could look at him. There was a wobbly, unending grin on his face, his eyes were closed with hint of tears on their corners and his face was painted with a delightful blush, even if it still didn’t reach his ears (something Lan Xichen would remedy soon, of course) and tiny chuckles just continues to fall and fall and fall non stop from his lips, body becoming completely pilant on the mattress, completely relaxed.

The Leader of the Lan Sect couldn’t even stop smiling, as well.

Seeing the snickers were already dying out, Lan Xichen rested his free hand on the lower of his back to adjust himself better and back to his straight position, but he was quick to pull his hand back in surprise when the other suddenly jolted and his chuckling went alive again.

Bright, grey eyes turned to look at him wide with equal parts of unbelief and surprise, Lan Xichen stared back with his own, fond ones.

“There too?”

Jiang Cheng scoffed with an amused and slightly-irritated huff. “How do you even keep finding them?”

“As I said before, my Wanyin is full of soft spots.”

“Rubbish.”

Twirling a single finger across the lower of his back, Lan Xichen simply looked smugly at him when another giggle quickly jumped from his mouth. Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes, still smiling, still melted like a relaxed (trusting) puddle in his hands.

“Just make it quick.” He grumbled and pouted (Xichen doesn’t know if he will survive this), which obviously made Lan Xichen fall from his back and drop on the mattress right by him, gathering Jiang Cheng in his arms and reverting their position. With Wanyin right above him, Xichen could kiss his cheeks and neck until that pout was rightfully replaced by a series of  giggles that were muffled when the Jiang hid his face on his neck (thankfully not noticing the way Xichen shivered and chuckled at that).

“It will be our last duet for today, then.”

At the small nod from the other, Lan Xichen began running the tip of his fingers on his lower spot, wiggling, skittering and scratching softly as he went from one side to another, keeping his tickles slow and soothing, giggled whispers dancing together across the room.

And more importantly, teasing those ears (and their owner) bright red with plenty of nuzzling and nibbling.

“If only I could, I would listen to this sweet melody of your laughter everyday.”

“Yohohohou want to kihihihiill me or whaahahat?!”

Lan Xichen huffed and gave a slight mean tasering on his lower back, closer to his side, in retaliation to his poke of fun, making him arch his back and guffaw on his neck as result. In reply, Jiang Cheng pinches his side and Lan Xichen snickers and lays a peck under his jaw in apology, going back to the lighter tickling.

“Finding your sweet, soft spots are a gift and to find and appreciate your reactions to every single one of them, over and over again, is something priceless. When you try to hide or expression and laughter but at the same time let me break you slowly, piece by piece until I can listen to your each giggle, each snort, each crackle or chuckle loud and free, that you trust me so much with them, with you means to me much more than I can ever express.”

“For fuhahahack’s sakeheheheee, Huahahan.” Xichen would probably spend the rest of his days replaying the way his name had sounded being giggled out like that, the mix of snickers and giggles already sounding completely loopy, airy and uncontrolled. He could watch the start of a blush creeping to Wanyin’s ears as Jiang Cheng held him even closer, as if he could disappear and snuggle forever in his embrace (and wasn’t that a nice thought?). Still, the Lan got more to say.

“Thank you, Wanyin, for letting me do that today. I love this and I am unspeakably amounts of happy that you enjoyed this just as much, as well, because it means that when you want, when you allow, I can keep giving you more and more of this joy. There is no scenario, there is no reality when I can see myself not loving to make you laugh, to find your every weakness and explore it while having you safe and sound in my arms for as long as you want it. When you let me pry, find every reaction and cherish it with my soul, my teases, my tickles, again and again and again. I love to tease you, Wanyin, love to tickle and discover what makes you smile more, what melts and leaves you so happy, so free… Thank you for allowing me that much, Jiang Cheng.”

“Ehehehenough, enohohohough, please.”

Lan Xichen stopped immediately and sighed happily. “Of course.”

One of his hands kept rubbing the other’s back, touch firm enough to chase every remaining tickle away as the other waited patiently to wipe those tears away. Lan Xichen couldn’t wait to look and caress every inch of Jiang Cheng’s blushy, smiley face, to try to commit it into his mind. He barely had time to do so, however, before the other was attacking every inch of his face with kisses, lips following the fabric of his (their) forehead ribbon and then pushing it up to kiss the cold skin under it. When the pecks began trailing to his cheeks, Xichen began tittering uncontrollably.

“W-wahahahayin, plehehease. Yohohou know, you knohohow Ihihi am the mohohost t-teheherribbly tihihihicklish there!”

“Serves you right.”

“Wahahahait, please hahahave-” oh my, his voice had already started to get high and giggly, how silly. “-Hahahave your wahahahater first! On the tahahahble, there is- oh, plehehehease, Wanyin!”

Jiang Cheng chuckled, amused, and teased him enough to put an equally wide smile and bright, slight teary eyes (which was quite easy when it came to Lan Xichen, something that would make him blush and pretend to hear nothing when mentioned) before they went sit at his writing table, enjoying the warm oolong tea (with honey for Wanyin) and a few snacks to replenish their energy so they could cuddle and enjoy the rest of the day without sleeping.

“I am,” Lan Xichen thought, when the night was already dark and the moon was shining, as he remembered about all his happy, giggly memories from earlier, warm, content and light as a feather that could be taken anywhere in the sky, “really, really lucky, for all the lovely people I have on his life, who let me share so much joy with them.” From his childhood, his worst and best days of life, all of this had only been possible for the wonderful people that were by his side who he saw grow up and whom he grew up with. Being lucky seemed an euphemism for them. 

Closing his eyes, Xichen thought about putting all of those memories on a book, so he could always remember and cherish them without any mistake or misremembered detail.

Perhaps he should. He could even call his friends and family to add a line or two about their feelings or thoughts in the part of their own memories.

He snorted softly, thinking about where he could hide it to not have curious eyes and outsiders wondering why Zewu-Jun, the First Jade of Gusu Lan, the actual Leader of the Lan Sect had pages and pages of such a playful, quite childish kind of mischievousness, thing so carefully registered on paper. 

If he actually wrote all of it down, it could make an entire story, with plenty of chapters and plenty of love. Perhaps those memories could fill more than a single book, even.

Nevertheless, he thought, a smile easing on his face as his thoughts were taken bit by bit by the unconsciousness of sleep, what a wonderful collection that would be.

[~*~]

EXTRAS

Lan Xichen and Wei Wuxian only started to get into tickle fights because one day, while he was teaching about music cultivation to Wangji’s class, since he had to go to shufu resolve a serious matter, Wei Wuxian confused him for Lan Zhan and, in an unfair attack from behind, locked his arms in a hug and tickled his armpits. Of course, even after saying that he didn’t take the confusion to his heart and accept his brother in law’s apologies, his revenge was swift and merciless. Not one to be easily outdone, Wei Wuxian decided to compete to see who was the biggest tickle monster in Gusu Lan

This fic has exactly 26.022 words, crazy!!! The doc where I wrote it tho has 30.424 because I wrote there a all those extras, an extra scenario and The Only One Monser fica because I was procrastinating writing this fic kjhgfghujikjh rip

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Ice Monkey, Water King

And just like that, bada-boom bing! I'm the new king. Last guy got laid the duck out flat. Not a chance. I got it all, spinning cyclones and glass smash too. Nice and neat, tidier than a 3-piece suit. Business as usual, Seattle skyline where I'm making my debut, get to know me.

I'll tell you a lil story. Last guy got vaporized. By a ray gun. One shot shoot to kill and that's all she wrote. Not even sure why I had to get involved. I remember the day I met him. Thick humid hotbox mid-August early afternoon lower eastside. I had to go in, he had to go on. I'll never forget the tone of voice he used with me. Sheer dragon force, like real tenor low, scary guy or maybe scary circumstances. Like he promised a good life on accident, voice skipped town like a bat outta hell. That's when I knew I was in for a treat. I went downtown and served bacon. He went off yonder eastside to right his wrongs. Poor guy, never stood a chance against mom dukes, she had it in for him all along. I wonder what would've happened though. Like super seriously, he's just a kid. Your son for that matter. What's the absolute worst she could have against her own blood. The system was designed that way in the first AND the second place. I really do wonder about him.

Anyway, damn asshole just had to get to know me too. Figure he could cut corners one more time and one more time again, maybe luck up and get married to some crazy rich Asian girl... I shot him. Twice. Idk how mant bullets. And that's because I'm the King. No one knows what extents a king goes for or thru for his kingdom or his crown. One day everyone will know. I appreciate my circumstances just the way they are, don't need no rupture gettin to know. I like my life exactly how it is, so that's why the King is dead. I like the title that way too, not that I have a choice, even though I did. One day the gold will reign on again, until then I'm stuck with a silver lining playbook and that's ok., with me... Sometimes I wake up at the crack of dawn and I just know everything is alright, it's gonna be ok. For now it's on fire...

[vilithshaven]

Himbo!God trying to teach Ei how to cook starting simply with boiling an egg. Ei ends up forgetting about the egg and comes running back when she finds Himbo!God turning off the stove to a very burnt boiled egg. Himbo!God try’s cheering her up saying it could still be edible on the inside and they touch it only for it to explode from the heat trapped inside LMAO😭😭😭

Himbo!God teaching Ei how to cook

Archons trying to cook is strangely hilarious. Do they even need food? It's been a long time this she has last cooked that's for sure.

Hope you enjoy~

-Vin

EI

Ei wasn't the biggest fan of cooking really, she much preferred baking a sweat treat instead of sweating over a stove cutting onions.

But she could not resist the beaming smile of her god begging her to cook with them. She had even informed them that she cannot cook that well and they insisted upon teaching her.

Truly...she was weak.

So here they both are in a big kitchen, aprons on and her hair tied back.

Ei was already starting to sweat and the stove wasn't even turned on.

"So! We're going to grab these chicken babies-"

"?!" Ei looked at them, startled by their weird wording.

"and we're going to drop them in the hot water-"

They took the filled pot and set the stove on high to boil the water.

"then afterwards, we enjoy!" They smiled

Ei sighed, it sounded simple enough that even a hillichurl could do it.

As the water boiled, Ei was calming herself down. She was an Archon, she could cook a simple egg, no problem!

Her god grabbed an egg and handed it to her, she gently cupped it in her hands and looked at them.

"You can do it!" They cheered for her.

Ei went up to the now boiling water and gently dropped the egg in, hot water splashed onto the surface making her back up.

"So..how long does this take to boil?" She asked

Her god seemed distracted as they looked out the window.

"Oh! Just a few minutes." They responded, their eyes never leaving whatever has caught their attention.

She walked over to them and saw crystalflies outside, their hypnotizing glow no doubt reeled her god in.

"If you send an electro spark to the crystalflies, do they go boom or do they go brrrz?"

Ei raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms trying to figure out what the difference was between the two sounds.

"I..don't think they sound like either one, your grace."

They pouted and went closer to the window.

"Well let's find out! Maybe they go bing instead!"

They tried climbing over and out the window causing Ei to panic. She quickly grabbed onto their hips and tried to drag them back in despite their protests.

"Your grace! I do not think you should go and touch a crystalfly!" Her voice held worry as she spoke.

Her god stuck their tongue out in response and got out of her arms much to her dismay.

Suddenly they both heard the sound of hot water splashing and the sizzling spilling all over the hot surface. They quickly rushed over and turned the stove off, dumping the water hot water into a nearby sink with the strainer catching the burnt egg.

Ei disappointingly sighed, clearly the egg was overdone and she had failed.

"We can still use it!" Her god spoke and grabbed the egg only for it to explode in their hands making the Archon gasp and grab their hands.

"Your grace!" She grabbed a towel and ran their hands under cold water, her god giggling at her actions.

Ei can't cook, she knows that. But she wouldn't mind doing this again sometime.

[mirohtron]

badda bing badda boom, hero and villain who are spies working for the same organisation and they were in a very strong and loving relationship until villain was kidnapped and brainwashed by a rival (evil) spy organisation, they go missing for several years and hero never sees them again, until villain sets out on their next target: hero. hero is overjoyed to see them, villain is perturbed by this stranger who is hugging them

also, i challenge you to include this setting: a fairground

until we meet again

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the hero didn't know how to speak. they'd forgotten. all of a sudden.

their lover's presence felt like its own set of claws, grabbing at them sharp around the edges, rooting their feet in place.

the hero whipped around. they kicked the box below the counter and stepped forward and forward and forward until they swore they could feel their lover's cologne like they'd been together just a couple hours ago.

(and not been separated for a decade, surely not a decade, because right now it felt like it hadn't been much time at all.)

they flung open the storage closet's door and yanked them out like they'd run away again. disappear again. die again. they had a death grip on their wrists and their lover shoved them back until they'd been slammed against the counter, but it was fine, because their dead lover was alive and well and was never dead at all.

"you're alive."

"so it seems."

"you're..." the hero was forgetting how to breathe. "you're alive." that was all that they could think of. you're not dead. you're alive. you're alive. you're alive. you're real.

the hero drew them closer, closer, until their chin found the crook of their neck like two puzzle pieces slotting together and the warmth pooled into their skin like fire running through walls. "i thought—i thought..." you'd died. that i'd never see you again. that i'd never ever in my entire life know where to put all the love i still had to give you again. they drew back, cradling the back of their lover's neck, to find, unerringly, the scar from the accident. just below their scalp, covered by their hair—

it was gone. the hero's thumb brushed smooth, flawless skin.

the villain looked at them expectantly. "what's wrong?"

the hero's insides hollowed out like a void, plunging down into the earth.

"you're… alive?" surely? they were... alive?

the hero stared, to find something different. if the way they held their eyebrows was any different, if the way they set their jaw was different. the hero found nothing.

they embraced them again and the warmth of their body still pooled around their throat, and when they kissed it each tendon and molecule still felt the same, because they knew them blind and without body, two souls curled around each other and desperately trying to stay together forever.

the villain pushed them back with gentle hands, but there was nothing affectionate about it. nothing that screamed i miss you, i missed you, i want you and i need you and i love you. it felt more like someone gently pushing away a stray dog that oh-so desperately wanted a home that they couldn't give.

the villain gave a smile. it was nothing like their lover's. their lover had several grins and several smiles and several smirks, made up and stored away for work, for disguise, and a set reserved for the hero and nobody else.

this one, too, was made for the hero. there was nothing familiar about it. they kicked the box further in and tried shoving. the villain pushed them down.

"don't do that," the villain said gently, and they looked so familiar on top of them with their hair framing their face like that, that it hurt worse than any car crash. their brows furrowed, a painful picture of sorrow. "don't make this harder than it has to be. what do you think will happen to me if i don’t get those files?"

"who are you?" the hero was forgetting how to breathe again. they cupped the villain's face for any remnant of their lover, confused and hurt and not knowing what else to do with their hands, where else to put them. "what happened to you? do you even remember kissing me behind the church?"

"of course i do," said the villain, and the hero wanted to throw up because they oh-so desperately wished they'd recognised the lie for what it was. told them baby, darling, sweetheart, it's really me, it's not anybody else.

the villain caught the lie when a broken little laugh escaped the hero's lips. the softness washed away. "oh," they said, "all right. if that's how you want this to be." 

like there was any other way. like the hero wouldn't have found out later, because they knew their lover like a sunflower knew the sun, like a migration bird knew its nest.

"who are you?" they repeated. who are you? what are you doing with my lover’s skin?

who are you? who are you? who are you?

the villain didn't answer. they reached into their pocket and clicked a button and the world went black, then white, then silent.

hours later the hero awoke away from the fair booth, the device on their back that had knocked them out gone, cold and alone again. without their lover again. 

no idea where to put all the love they have for a dead person. again.

[kkusuka]

k but imagine chair sex with suna🥵

ok, but yes.

Put on a show <3

Suna rinatrou x reader x atsumu miya 

a/n: Riding him in public, brain went brrrrrrrrr, while atsumu watches, brain goes BRRRRR, riding him during a party when atsumu watches, brain went boom

Cw: public sex, voyeurism, fem anatomy, mentions of drinking 

It was loud.

And far too annoying for a Friday night. Suna can’t remember what Atsumu had told him to make him come, and now he sat watching you laugh and dance with your friends in some random guy's living room.

Through his annoyance, he can appreciate the bright red body-con dress that hugs your ass so perfectly. Watching you sway from where he sat on the couch, knowing it’s all for him, makes him forget about all the other losers who think they have a chance with you.

As your friend was pulled away by some guy on the basketball team, you turned and sought him out, meeting his eyes. The eyes that you had been putting a show on for all night.

Bring two fingers to your line of sight, you got the message loud and clear, “here, now.”

Intentionally swaying your hips as you waltz over to him, stopping to stand between his spread legs. Setting down his cup, he brought his hands to rub along the backs of your thighs.

“You love to be watched don’t you?” you could hear the tension in his voice as he spoke. Eye’s never leaving his, only glancing away to watch the quirk of his lip.

“Only when it’s for you.” you giggle, feeling his hands grip your thighs. “I think you like watching me too.”

His smile widened, jerking you closer to him forcing your hands to lean on his shoulders. You didn't realize what was happening until one of his hands moved from your thigh to brush your lower lips through your lace panties.

“Oh well, you just put on such a good show for me. I can't help it.” pushing your garment out of the way, finger collecting the juices that have coated. Pulling it out and showing you the glistening wetness, “and you seemed to enjoy it just as much, Brat.”

Leaning down to capture his lips you felt his hand back on your gushing pussy, it felt as if you were the only two people in the room. But, knowing that you weren't, had you pulling away with a final tug of his lip.

“Not here, people will see.” Your plea seemed to have the opposite effect as his eyes lit up at the mention of people looking. Grabbing at your hips he spun you to look at the ground of people dancing in the center of the room, tugging you down to sit on his lap.

“Then, we just have to give them a show. So unzip my pants baby, they’re getting a bit too tight.”

Even if you wanted to act like a brat, you obeyed his command and unzipped his jeans, reaching into his boxers and finding his pulsing cock. Giving it an experiment pump or two, he didn't need to tell you to push your panties aside and sink onto him.

His hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles in place, reminding you that he’s there for you. His mouth running down the column of your neck, bing and sucking on marks that will be there for more than a few days.

You barely get a minute before he’s beckoning you to rock your hips into his. Your hands steadied yourself on his knees as you pushed down on your boyfriend's dick, trying your hardest to make sure people couldn't see where you were connected.

All in vain as Suna began to softly thrust up into your cunt, finger latching onto your throbbing clit. Settling into a steady rhythm of him pushing you up only for you to drop back down to his.

The feeling of eyes rips you from your haze, glancing around the room you meet wide brown eyes.

Atsumu gave you and Suna more than a few once-overs, trying to form an explanation in his drunken mind. Was one of his best friends really fucking his girlfriend in the middle of his living room for everyone to see? Because that’s really what it looked like.

Breaking your thrusts, you press your back to Suna’s chest, head falling back onto his shoulder making your mouth in line with his ear.

“ ‘Tsumu- he-ah! He’s watching,  Rin, he’s watching us f-fuck.”

At the mention of his friends, Suna’s eyes dart straight towards the blond, whose eyes intently watch your hips.

Restraint flying out the window, Suna gripped your thighs and spread them for Atsumu to see your disregarded panties and the slick coating your thighs. Moving to pull your lips open, Atsumu could see his teammate's dick pushing in and out of your quivering hole.

“I think you should show him what you can do, he played so well. He deserves it.” Once again following his command, you peel yourself off him and begin to bounce on his throbbing cock.

Feeling your impending orgasm grow, you drop your head only for Suna to rip his hand away from your clit. Grabbing your jaw and pushing it back for your eyes to meet his once more.

“Keep your eyes on him Brat, be good.”

Through your foggy vision, you could make out Atsumu standing up and begin making his way towards you. Smiling at the man under you, he plopped himself down next to him.

“Do ‘ya guys always fuck in the middle of parties or is this a special occasion?” you could hear the mocking tone from a mile away, he was talking to Suna but you could feel it directed towards you.

“She wanted to put on a show for me so I’m making a show out of her.”  Pulling you back to his chest, he forced your head to atsumu so he could put two fingers down your throat.

“Can’t have anyone hearing ‘ya now can we? Go on, suck.”

Feeling you clench around him, mid-orgasm, had Suna stuffing you with his load. The second he had finished cumming Atsumu pulled you off your boyfriend and spread open for him to see.

He watches as he presses a hand on your stomach and how Suna’s cum rushes out of your abused hole, poor thing clenching around nothing.

“Can I go next?”

Maybe loud parties are better than sitting at home. And maybe he should listen to Atsumu a little bit more.

[babylooneytoonz]

the Other Lane.

pairing : Clark Kent x Reader

requested by: @dashingcavill [Hope you like this! 💛]

warnings: Angst with a happy ending, and a lot of fluff in the end.

A/N: Ah, I'm really sorry I couldn't help but put some major angst in here, but I swear the ending is happy and I added the right amount of feels and fluff to make it hurt less. 💛

[The Masterlist]

You often wondered if you were born to your parents only to become a commodity that could be compared to your sister, Lois , at all times. Yes, the two of you were different, she had glamourous blonde hair and sparkling blue irises that made her strike out, while you had sombre [Y/H/C] hair and dull [Y/E/C] eyes that peeked out from the tint of your glasses. If the glasses weren't enough to fit you perfectly into the category that was termed as 'nerds', the fact that you loved to bury yourself into mounds and mounds of books, and literature was sure to fit you into that bill. All that comparison, but that didn't lessen the bond that you shared with Lois though.

However, things slowly started changing, the dynamics messing up when Clark Kent came into your life, as a friend and as a colleague.

Lois worked as a reporter for Daily Planet, and you, well you were mostly working in the background, struggling to make a run with your tiny little column on relationship advises. It wasn't like you were any less intelligent, but maybe you just were okay with how everything was going.

It didn't mean that there weren't times at all when Lois made you secretly jealous. To be fair, it didn't bother you when you heard stories of how Lois got herself into trouble yet again, with none other than the Superman came to her rescue. You could still take that, considering the fact that Superman took his duty towards the civilians as his topmost priority, but when you began noticing obvious changes in your sister's behaviour when she talked to Clark, his alter ego; your colleague at work, you couldn't help but start feeling the little pangs of jealousy.

It all began subtly— starting from lingering glances at the workplace, to hands brushing with each other's, almost innocently, yet the two of them had a sparkle in their eyes when it did. At first, you decided to ignore them at work, trying your best to not run into Clark Kent while you were in your office building. The reason for this was still inexplicably strange for you. You didn't even know the man that well, yet you could do nothing in your control to keep your budding feelings for him under check. It was like, the more you avoided Clark Kent, the more you began aching to get a glimpse of him.

As the days passed, you realized that your crush on Clark was slowly getting more prominent, and you started feeling scared, dreading if there ever came a day that your secret crush on him with finally be out. To top it up a notch, you wondered how Lois will react, knowing well aware that there was something blooming between the two of them, although she had never admitted this to you herself. Also, you kept hoping that whatever this was, between Clark and Lois, it was maybe all in your head and that maybe, just maybe, it wasn't even true, and you hoped it wasn't.

Soon, days grew into weeks and weeks flew by as long months, and you realized that what you felt for Clark wasn't just a silly crush, but you were actually falling in love with the man. It was the littlest things that he did that made your heart melt. You would, sometimes, run into him in the cafeteria, where he would be filling up his mug of coffee. He was a gentleman, he would smile and greet you warmly, your eyes meeting his sparkling bright ones as he would move out of the way and insist that you went ahead first. You would often end up taking elevator rides with him, and he would make sweet small talks with you, talking to you about everything, ranging from the weather to a possible alien invasion.

The plan that you had cooked up to avoid Clark Kent went down the drain from those days onwards. Instead, you almost began running into Clark almost everyday. The gossips about Clark and Lois had, by then, died down and you couldn't help but feel relieved, relieved that maybe you had just been dreaming, and there was nothing between Lois and Clark.

"Hey [Y/N], can I borrow your turtleneck? I can't seem to find mine?"

You looked up from the book that you had been binge reading on, flustered and embarassed, as you immediately tossed the book unceremoniously into your blanket. Of course, you couldn't let your sister in on the fact that you were secretly reading the fifty shades series. She would tease the living hell out of you. And then there was the fact that you felt ashamed of the fact that you could practically imagine Clark Kent in your mind as Christian Grey, and it was making you all heated up and bothered.

Lois raised an eyebrow when she saw you red you had turned, "Are you okay? You look like a massive human sized tomato."

"Gee, Lois, thanks?" You mumbled, still reeling from the way she had suddenly barged into your bedroom, as you pushed your glasses over the bridge of your nose, "couldn't bother to knock?"

"Since when do we do these formalities?" She wiggled her eyebrows dramatically, and dashed towards your closet, throwing it open as her fingers began working through the hangers, looking for what she was looking for. She was practically messing up your closet, so you sighed and decided to give her a helping hand. Abruptly, you slid out of the covers, forgetting about the novel that you had hidden underneath and the novel suddenly slipped off the side of the bed and fell to the floor, it's covering full on display.

You facepalmed, burying your face into your hands as Lois walked up to the book and picked it up, smirking obviously as she read out the title out loud just to tease you.

"Looks like my baby sister is finally growing her wings."

"Stop it, Lois. Don't embarass me," you grumbled, looking away. Instead, you dashed up to your closet and pushed her to the side, roughly pulling out your turtleneck as you handed it to her.

"Come on, [Y/N]" she laughed, shaking her head, messing up her perfectly styled blonde waves as she ran a hand through them, "We all have done this. You're not the only one. Nothing to be embarassed about. It's not like you're watching porn."

"It is technically still porn if I'm reading it," you whispered, watching her as she examined the turtleneck and smiled, as though she had pictured just the best trousers to go with it in the back of her mind as she absentmindedly replied back, "Again, sis, we all have done it."

You noticed the way she kept glancing at her phone, with a smile threatening to spill across her features. You raised your eyebrows and smacked your lips together, blinking curiously. She finally looked up and saw that you were staring at her so she grinned, "Guess who has a date tonight?"

"A date?" You asked, absentmindedly.

"Clark asked me out, [Y/N]. He is taking me to this really good Thai place that opened up in the suburbs and I just couldn't decide on what to wear!! This will just go perfectly with my jeans."

It happened so suddenly, but it still did. You felt like someone had just ripped your gut out with bare hands. You suddenly felt empty, was an understatement. You suddenly felt strange and cut off, and everything around you suddenly felt cold and distant and gloomy. You looked up at her, your earlier warmth having dissipated into a cold, dark look and you gave her a smile, biting your lip, "That's great, Lois. Have fun."

Lois noticed the way your face fell, but she couldn't understand or take the hint. She kept watching as you moved away, turning your back towards her and didn't utter another word. She parted her lips, wanting to ask her what had gone wrong suddenly, but decided not to, or rather, keep the discussion for another time. She didn't want Clark to reach before she had even gotten ready. You didn't step out of your bedroom, that night when Lois returned from her date with Clark, and Lois frowned when she saw that the lights to your bedroom were already switched off. You were a late sleeper.

Two months later,

Lois looked up from the article that she had been reading to find you enter the dining room with a breakfast plate in your hand.

"Mornin'," you mumbled, your voice barely audible as you sat down on a chair in front of her, next to your father, Sam Lane. Your father looked up from the newspaper that he was reading, and glanced at Lois who shrugged her shoulders in response and he cleared the throat.

"Honey, don't you think you've been locking yourself up in your room for long now? When was the last time you actually did something that didn't involve either the bed, or your office desk?" The cutting crispness in his voice was enough to slice through your heart, but weirdly, you felt nothing, ecen when you heard Lois gasp and mumble something to her father in protest.

"What do you want me to do, dad?" You asked, sipping your juice, your eyes fixed to your plate.

Ignoring you, Sam turned towards his elder daughter as he narrowed his eyes at her, his loud, booming voice echoing through your house, "Lois, what the hell happened at work? She just quit? And didn't even give a damn valid reason as to what on earth happened?"

"I don't know, dad. She hardly talks to me anymore," Lois replied.

You chuckled dryly to yourself, wondering when you had become so invisible to the world. You were right there with them and yet they regarded you like you weren't even there.

"It was difficult to get you job at the Daily Planet and look at you, throwing it away for whatever the hell the reason was." Your dad barked.

Your fingers clenched into a fist and Lois visibly tensed. Hurriedly, she stood up and announced that she was leaving. You stood up too, but not for work, but rather to go back to the place that you had locked yourself in for the past two months. When you reached the door, you turned around and regarded your father, mumbling, "Why would you care anyway? You never really did before."

You kicked open your room door and slammed it back shut again as you ran straight for your bed. You were trembling like a leaf trying to detach itself from the tree when you buried your face into the pillow and screamed as loudly as you could into it. You were a mess, a walking , talking, living, breathing mess.

You cried, for almost thirty minutes, until you were out of tears. You then sat up and rubbed your eye sockets, finally taking a deep breath. You were letting Clark and Lois affect you so much, you had forgotten what it was like to live normally. How were you supposed to go on like this? If you wouldn't take a command of your own life again, then how would learn to get back up on your feet? When would you learn to accept that you would never get Clark? He wasn't the one for you.

Feelings are so transient, it's like you can feel them slicing through your insides one minute, and then the other minute, you feel unrealistically numb.

With those sorts of destructive thoughts in your mind, you sneaked a bottle of whiskey that night from your father's liquor cabinet at two am at night. You rolled the window pane and snuck out onto the fire escape until you were climbing up towards the roof the building of your apartment, the bottle in tow.

You fixed yourself on the ledge, using your teeth to twist the bottle cap as you took a swig of it, feeling the warm liquid burn your relentless thirst for relief. Sip after sip, you kept staring at the starless sky, mediating your gaze from the sky down to the glittery buildings.

"Will I ever forget you, Clark Kent?" You whispered, into the thin air, laughing bitterly at yourself as you took the last sip from the bottle before it rolled away. The way the lights glimmered in front of you, and one of two cars drove past your building, looking like tiny little blinking lights from the height you were at, you realized one thing. No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn’t stop for your grief.

You were lost in a turbulence of your own thoughts, so entangled into them, you didn't hear the soft thud somewhere behind you, neither the sound of the faintest footsteps that got closer to you, with every passing second. You took a sharp breath, and slowly stepped over the ledge, feeling shudders all over your frame as the winds hit you all over you. You footing, however, slipped, a sharp scream erupting from your lips as you fell backwards against gravity, your heart almost stopping.

Someone suddenly reached out towards you, gripping your wrist, leaving you hanging from the ledge, your body flailing in the air.

He pulled you with a jerk towards you, and your body hit his front, your hair falling all over your face partially covering it. You felt intoxicated, so much, that you had almost died by falling off the building but you didn't feel the scare, the only thing you felt was a sudden surge of adrenaline.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Superman growled, through gritted teeth, his eyes sparkling as you jerked you by your shoulders.

"Clark? Is -- that you?!" You slurred, holding on to his cape tight to hold you in place. You were in a weird state of mind, you could see that it was him, but you couldn't figure out if it really was him, or if it was your mind that was playing an illusion on you.

"Are you trying to kill yourself?" Clark fumed, still holding on to you by the low of your back. He suddenly jumped off the ledge, with you in tow, away from the edge, so the two of you were in the middle of the roof now.

"K-Kill myself? No, I.. I.." You stammered, struggling for the right words but your brain felt frozen.

"Two months, and you don't show yourself. And when I finally see you, you're trying to jump off a fucking building?!" His eyes just then fell on the empty whiskey bottle. He growled, clenching his fists tight as he let go off you and walked up to the where the bottle lay, his cape flying behind him. He bent, lifting it up as he examined it, noticing how the neck of the bottle had your lipstick imprints on it. "And you're drunk. To top it up a notch."

Your nostrils flared in an anger you hadn't experienced ever before, your secret feelings finally crushing you completely, mixed with the alcohol that was rushing through your blood. You growled, like a cornered animal, that was wounded yet didn't want to back down. You pushed him, once, twice, throwing out all your pent up anger and frustration into his steely body like he felt no hurt. You screamed, you lashed, you scratched and you cried, finally coming undone, like beads of a rosary coming apart and scattering all over the floor.

Clark's heart broke at the sight of you. He had always seen you as a strong, happy woman, always smiling for him whenever he saw you at work. And this woman, that stood in front of his eyes right now, was far from it.

"I am not weak! I wouldn't kill myself! You give yourself too much importance, to think that someone would give their life for you!" You lashed out.

You were tired of hitting him like a punching bag. He grabbed you by your wrists, holding them together in front of you, pressed against his chest. He slowly moved, so he was towering over you, his back shielding you from unwanted, prying eyes as he gazed into your eyes, trying to find the answer to where all of this was coming from.

"You don't know what you're talking about. Come on, Lois is worried about you."

You couldn't stop yourself when your hand jerked itself free from his hold, and your palm struck his cheek. There was a crackling noise, of skin against skin, and tears formed in your eyes when the realisation hit you, all the intoxication washing off of you. You had just slapped Superman, a man that could snap your neck by grabbing your throat. Yet, he just stood there, too shocked to even register that you had slapped him right across his face and what was worse, he couldn't understand the reason you had done that. Anger was surfing through his veins, but worse than the anger that he was feeling, he was feeling like someone had pulled his heart out, ripping it to shreds right in front of his eyes.

"Why?" He let go off your other hand, his own palm coming to rest against his cheek as you gave you a look full of hurt.

"Why did you even save me, Clark? You should have let me fall. Atleast, it would have spared me the pain of listening to her name flow out of your lips again."

"Why do you hate her so much? She is your sister, [Y/N] and she cares for you. She worries that you're killing yourself and she doesn't know the reason why--" Clark was losing his temper, slowly but surely. He didn't understand you and that was eating him up.

"The reason why? WHY??! Oh Clark can you stop? And listen to yourself. I love Lois, but she needs to stop trying to govern my life. I'm allowed to feel sad, I'm allowed to feel a fucking heartbreak--" You didn't realise, but your lips were trembling now, your eyes leaking salty tears. You shivered when you felt Clark hold you by your shoulders but you didn't push his arms away.

"Who broke your heart?" He whispered, his voice cracking.

"You're fucking daft for a man who saves the world--" Hissing bitterly , you pushed yourself away from Clark's grip and turned towards the ledge but this time, you didn't try anything that would risk your life. You simply revelled in the cold feeling of the wind striking your tear stained face as you took a punctured breath, feeling Clark's breath on the side of your neck.

"Who broke your heart?" He asked again, but this time it was much softer, and it made you bite down on your lip to hold yourself from breaking into a hysterical crying.

"You did, Clark. You broke my heart." You finally whispered, staring into the abyss in front of you, your eyes cloudy and your throat parched as you continued, your lips trembling, "I loved you. Always did, but you never looked at me. It was always Lois. And it killed me, watching you love her, knowing that you will never love me the way you love her--" Clark let you speak, he wanted to listen to you, for you to let it all out, all those bitter things that you had locked up inside your mind, that was slowly eating you up and killing you from the inside. "I am tired of everyone, for you, for my father and for the world to see me as the Other Lane, as Lois Lane's little sister. My name is [Y/N]. I like to draw although I am shit at it, I can sing in the showers and I hate partying. That is me. I want a normal relationship too, but it seems that the world is against me. I fell in love with one man, and turns out, he isn't even human, he is a freaking superhero from Krypton?"

Clark let out a gruff sounding snort, as he looked down at you. Reluctantly, he reached for a strand of hair that was sticking to your tear coated cheek, removing it and gently tucking it behind your ear. He felt a shudder run down your spine, with just a gentle touch of his hand and he smiled, biting his lip. How was he supposed to tell you what the truth was?

"You remember how we met at the cafeteria every morning ? And I let you take the coffee?"

You nodded, listening to him, trying to control the crying that had now turned to sniffles, as Clark kept speaking.

"And the countless times I ran into that elevator with you and me stuck inside for just two floors?"

"You must have been thinking how weird I was. How unlike Lois--" You began, but you were cut off by Clark's voice.

"I used to wonder if there was anything I could do to make the elevators stop working, so I'd get to spend more time with you. Wretched elevators, not once did anything go according to what I wanted." He mumbled, but he had a small smile playing on his lips, while you just looked on, staring at him in disbelief, wondering if your mind was playing jokes with you once again.

"I thought I would take Lois' help, to you know, figure out if you felt the same way, but you never said anything to her."

"What about the date? Lois and you went on?" You asked.

"Well, I --" he shrug, looking down at his feet, sheepishly, " Lois thought you would confess how you felt for me if we pretended to--"

You were too numb to react; so you just blinked in retaliation. Your blood ran cold, and you suddenly felt light headed. All this while, while you had secretly been pining for Clark Kent to love you back, was it actually the other way round? Was Clark going through the same thing wondering if you felt the same for him?

"That was cowardly." You hissed, through pursed lips, "Trying to pretend to be in love with my sister."

"I was in love with the other Lane," he bit his lip, his face slightly inclined towards you, so he was looking down at you, and you up at him, "I think you are amazing. You are intelligent, and smart. And you're unique. There are these little things I adore about you. The way you greeted everyone whenever I was around-- ranging from the security guard, to the building keepers at the Daily Planet.. the way you forgot to wipe your lips after drinking coffee, and you had this froth all over your upper lip giving you a faint moustache?" He chuckled because you literally let out a gasp, suddenly embarassed.

"Then there were those days you had a bad day and you locked yourself up in your cabin, working all day. I wondered if I should just knock, but I was scared you will tell me off--" he continued, his blues peeking into yours. Your stomach fluttering, you couldn't help but laugh, as though a weight had been lifted off your chest suddenly and held him steady with your hand on his arm. Finally mustering enough courage, you pushed yourself on your toes, and reached up, letting your palm graze delicately over his cheek, caressing his cheekbone with your thumb, "I would have never told you off, Clark. Though that's not what is bothering me right now."

"What is ?" He asked, innocently, relaxing under the touch of your thumb.

"You said you're in love with the other Lane, Clark."

His lips creased, slowly tugging upwards into a smile that was enough to make you feel giddy. Superman wrapped a sturdy arm around you and felt yourself being lifted off, until he was practically holding you in his arms, "Mhm, yep? You got a problem, Miss Lane? Or do Kryptonians don't fit the bill ?"

"Oh, hush, Clark. You're such a dork. But will you be.. my dork?" You bit your lip, holding on to him as though your life depended on it.

"I thought... you'd never ask?" He began, unsure of how to properly weave the complexity of his feelings , churn them into words, something only Clark Kent was good at , and not his alter ego, but found himself halted by the soft press of your index finger against his lips and the sweet whisper of your voice against his ears as he held you close.

“I know, neither did I.” You whispered as he clasped your face in his massive hands and gently touched his lips to yours.

Three years later,

This had probably been the longest that Clark Kent had been away from you, his lover, his best friend, his wife-- four months to be exact. Needless to say, he was excited to be able to see you again, to hold you again.

The familiar silhouette of the cottage on top of the hill came into his view, flowers hanging into tiny earthen pots hanging out on the front porch. The freshly painted white picket fence looked beautiful, and inviting as Lois stood with Martha by the gate, both the ladies sipping tea from their respective cups and saucers. They couldn't contain their smiles when they saw Clark, even though he was covered in what looked like grime and blown up alien intestines?

"I don't even want to know what happened," Lois chuckled, while Martha hugged her son and he kissed the side of her cheek before she scrunched up her nose in disgust at how awful he smelled.

"Well, I guess I'll draw you a bath, you two can talk out here until the baths ready." Both Clark and Lois watched as Martha Kent disappeared into the home and he smiled, when Lois spoke again.

"FYI, she is at the orchard, harvesting the apples for an apple pie," Lois gave him a smug look, fluttering her lashes, "Oh don't pretend you don't want to see her. I can see your eyes darting around, trying to find her. I'll be inside, both of you, just come back in for supper."

He nodded, watching Lois leave and slowly, his fists clenched on either of his sides, he found his way into the tiny orchard that his lovely wife loved to spend most of her time at. He fixed himself by the wooden gate, his eyes admiring you from afar, as you stood on your tiptoes and picked out apples, tossing them into the basket that you held in your arm.

"Need help, Mrs. Kent?"

The basket dropped from your hand as you turned towards the source of the voice, your lips parted in shock. Clark's eyes travelled from you down to your beautiful swollen bump that your loose maternity dress was doing nothing to hide. He chuckled at your response as he walked towards you with longer, faster steps while you simply waddled towards him.

"Jesus, Clark-- I thought you'd miss the birth," you cupped your husband's cheeks in between your swollen fingers as he nuzzled his nose against yours, before kissing you.

"How is my monkey?" He brought his palm to rest against your nine month old baby bump, stroking over the fabric as he whispered against your lips.

"Moving around, not letting me get an ounce of sleep," you smiled, letting your fingers rest over his hand that rested against your stomach, "but I cant really complain now, can I? After all the little nugget's got Kryptonian blood running through their veins."

Clark chuckled, his blue eyes crinkling slightly as he knelt down in front of you, his face in line with the base of your bump as he planted a kiss on the curve of it.

"Come on, Kal Jr, will you stop bothering your mom? She needs all the sleep she can before you push your way into the world and steal our goodnight sleeps for a while," you smiled warmly, as you peered down at him, running your fingers through his hair and he looked up at you, planting another kiss against your bump.

You suddenly frowned and looked at the brown mess on your fingers that stank.

"God, Clark? What the hell? Did you seriously take a dive in a shit pool?"

He chuckled as he pulled himself up again and his hand once again found the base of your stomach to lay his hand protectively upon.

"Alien blood. You should have seen the intestines that covered me. It looked like noddles dipped in black bean sauce and meatballs--" You smacked him hard against the chest to shut him up, but instead he began laughing, his laughter rumbling out of his stomach as you began dragging him inside with his stained cape.

[purple-compromise]

Brain craves categorization so instead of doing something properly constructive, I will be grouping songs from my fic playlist according to why I selected each track.

1) Referenced in the Fic

Live and Let Die by the Wings

House of the Rising Sun by The Animals

I Forgot to Remember to Forget by Elvis Presley

Fist City by Loretta Lynn

I Can't Help Myself (Sugar Pie Honey Bunch) by Four Tops

Suspicious Minds by Elvis Presley

Too Marvelous For Words by Bing Crosby

The Wonder of You by Elvis Presley

I'll Always Love You (Day After Day) by Dean Martin

2) Specialist

Green Green Grass of Home by Tom Jones

That's Life by Frank Sinatra

Keep Your Eyes on the Prize by Pete Seeger

What Becomes of the Brokenhearted? by Jimmy Ruffin

Blue Moon by The Marcels

Sunshine Go Away Today by Jonathan Edwards

We Saw the Sea by Fred Astaire

It's Only a Paper Moon by Ella Fitzgerald and The Delta Rhythm Boys

Doctor My Eyes by Jackson Browne

3) Medic

I'm Alive by The Hollies

(I'll Be Glad When You're Dead) You Rascal You by Louis Prima

Lili Marleen by Marlene Dietrich

Curse Me Good by The Heavy

Wooden Heart by Elvis Presley

Liebling, mein Herz lässt dich grüßen by Lilian Harvey and Willy Fritsch

4) Specialized Medicine

Old Devil Moon by Frank Sinatra

Komm gib mir deine Hand by The Beatles

Come Rain or Come Shine by Billie Holiday

I Concentrate on You by Frank Sinatra

Sie liebt dich by The Beatles

"Murder," He Says by Dinah Shore

Piece of My Heart by Janis Joplin

Leave My Woman Alone by Ray Charles

Let's Misbehave by Cole Porter (performed by Trevor Ashley)

Something's Gotta Give by Bing Crosby

Bei Mir Bist Du Schon by The Andrews Sisters

Have I the Right by The Honeycombs

I Get a Kick Out of You by Frank Sinatra

The River is Wide by The Grass Roots

Too Late to Turn Back Now by the Cornelius Brothers & Sister Rose

Poetry in Motion by Johnny Tillotson

I've Never Been in Love Before by Shirley Bassey

Come Go With Me by The Del-Vikings

Sh-Boom by The Chords

Das gibt's nur einmal by Lilian Harvey

I Feel the Earth Move by Carole King

5) The Team

People Are Strange by The Doors

Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood by The Animals

Strike Up the Band by Ella Fitzgerald

Everybody Eats When They Come To My House by Cab Calloway

Momma Tried by Merle Haggard

Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On by Big Maybelle

Trouble by Elvis Presley

We Gotta Get Out of This Place by The Animals

G.I. Blues by Elvis Presley

6) Heavy

Sixteen Tons by Tennessee Ernie Ford

Big Bad John by Jimmy Dean

Doctor My Eyes by Jackson Browne

7) Soldier

G.I. Jive by Johnny Mercer

Sound Off by Vaughn Monroe

Gee, I Wish I Was Back in the Army by Rosemary Clooney, Percy Faith & His Orchestra, and The Mellomen

G.I. Blues by Elvis Presley

8) Engineer

Mister Sandman by Chet Atkins

Where Have All the Average People Gone? by Roger Miller

9) On Engie's Radio

There Stands the Glass by Webb Pierce

(Is This the Way to) Amarillo by Tony Christie

Walk on By by Leroy van Dyke

Dang Me by Roger Miller

10) Spy

Green Onions by Booker T. and the M.G.'s

Boum! by Charles Trenet

Tonight You Belong to Me by Nancy Sinatra

11) Scout

Do You Love Me by The Contours

Eve of Destruction by Barry McGuire

Be Young, Be Foolish, Be Happy by The Tams

12) Pyro

Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows by Leslie Gore

Wrap Your Troubles in Dreams by the Boilermaker Jazz Band

13) Demoman

Shine, Shave, Shower (It's Saturday) by Lefty Frizzell

Nobody But Me by The Human Beinz

14) Sniper

Walk, Don't Run by The Ventures

15) Thematic

Somebody to Love by Jefferson Airplane

Folsom Prison Blues by Johnny Cash

Turn, Turn, Turn by The Byrds

Are You Sure? by Timi Yuro

We'll Meet Again by Vera Lynn

Sooner or Later by The Grass Roots

If It Hadn't Been For Love by The Steeldrivers

Tomorrow's Gonna Be Another Day by The Monkees

Happy by Nancy Sinatra

Live For Today by The Grass Roots

16) The Vibes

In the Mood by Glenn Miller

Sunny Afternoon by The Kinks

Mean Old World by T-Bone Walker

That'll Be the Day by Buddy Holly

Stay by Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons

Come On, Let's Go by Ritchie Valens

Runaway by Del Shannon

Ich tanze mit dir in den Himmel hinein by Lilian Harvey and Willy Fritsch

Bring it on Home to Me by Same Cooke

The Letter by The Box Tops

Heu' sollte Sonntag sein für meine Liebe by Lilian Harvey and Willy Fritsch

Ain't That a Shame by Fats Domino

St. James Infirmary by Frances Faye

Gimme Three Steps by Lynyrd Skynyrd

Only the Lonely (Know the Way I Feel) by Roy Orbison

[greygilberti]

Just a couple thoughts on Love, Victor since finishing it this morning:

1. I honestly love this show. I can see where people could get annoyed by certain aspects and they have every right to their opinion. Me personally, I'm happy that they had a diverse cast of characters, relationships and problems that the characters had to work through. Some of the issues I (personally) hadn't seen in previous shows (I'm sure they've surfaced I just haven't seen them).

2. I don't care how cheesy and unrealistic the finale was. Idc that everyone was happy with how everything ended. No one was left out, and it was just a sweet way to end it considering half the time any rep the community gets ends in tragedy.

3. I LOVED the fact that everyone (eventually) communicated. The thing about people griping about how "unrealistic" shows are is that they forget that behaviour is learned. If we put positive communication, healthy family reactions, etc. in front of a younger audience, they're bound to pick up on it and react in healthy ways or possibly teach older generations (as well as upcoming gens) healthier ways to live as far as interacting with others goes. So yeah, idc if Pilar immediately forgiving Felix or Lucy staying after half a life of trauma so she can stay with the one person that makes her happy is unrealistic, they're sweet characters and they deserve the best.

4. Shoutout to my man Andrew who of course I disliked at the beginning but seeing his heart break and not knowing what else to do when Mia breaks the news and just storming off like- my sweet boy. He just- it was a nice character arc. (Again idc if it's unrealistic like honestly life fucking sucks enough as it is)

5. I saw some people annoyed with Rahim/Vic or Nick/Vic not being endgame but like, I like that Benji was able to identify that it was a homelife problem that was his trigger and that it ended with him stating he is STILL working on himself. I never expected Nick to be endgame, they just didn't have that much history by the finale and while I ADORE Rahim, I'm glad they didn't pair them off for the sake of doing so.

6. My FAVORITE thing was the church vs gay thing. That's my biggest obstacle as far as my being queer as well as worshipping the Christian God. Seeing the issue be brought up and watching Isabel struggling but her standing up to the priest like -BOOM- oh it gave me such satisfaction. I wish they would've gone deeper but I'm glad they portrayed an inclusive church.

The one thing they could've def done better was hire queer actors. I love everyone they DID choose, BUT they should've been more inclusive on that front.

Overall, I'm sure I'll be rewatching this show again. It was so cute. I cringed, I cried, I predicted outcomes and was also surprised by a few. I binged when I coukd cause it was a nice watch for pride month!

[angelyuji]

Hey, I really like your writing and I was wondering if you could write an imagine where the current criminal minds team is possessive/obsessed with the reader and maybe they can't get ahold of her for some reason so they freak out? Thank you!! I love you!! ~💖

by currect bau, im guessing you mean luke, tara, matt and no hotch? lol I hope so cuz I wrote for them and the others. sorry hotch fans ;(

(readers phone has died)

DISCLAIMER: this is all fiction!! I do not condone these types of relationships or these kinds of obsessions with people.

emily:

emily. does. not. panic.

before she calls the bau for help

she always calls you and checks places you used to frequent before dating Emily

if she can’t find you there, she’ll ask for garcia’s help

she’ll ask to keep it lowkey so she can find you w/o any added stress.

obviously by now, she’ll have found you.

“where were you? i was worried sick.”

she’ll pull you into a hug and whisper into your ear, “pull that shit again and ill chain you to the floor so you’ll never go outside.”

JJ:

with jj, she’ll probably panic and be like any normal person that can’t reach their s/o

she’ll call you 20x and leave 100+ messages

and if you still haven’t responded, she’ll call you again.

i feel like jj wouldn’t call for the bau because she doesn’t believe youre trying to escape

she thinks you’ll come back

and shes right.

u do come back and she gives you hugs and kisses and everything

you probably didn’t pick up becuz your phone died.

“don’t ever forget to charge your phone again.” she’ll say as you cuddle. she’ll kiss your temple and you’ll probably just cuddle with her and her kids.

reid:

the first thing he does is call you then he panics.

“WHERE ARE YOU? DID U LEAVE ME?”

plan a) look for you at places you frequently visited and if he still doesn’t find you?

plan b) he’ll call Emily straight away.

the bau will be on the case soooo fast

they’ll basically hunt you down and (obviously) find you in like 30 minutes if youre not trying to hide

if youre trying to escape or hide, 2-3 hrs.

the first thing spencer would do is hug you and cry into your shoulder.

“don’t ever do that to me pls” he’ll basically just cry and say shit like:

“this is why i don’t trust new technology.”

he won’t threaten you… at least not until you get home.

Rossi (platonic):

omg if you’re out of reach? holy shit when he finds you, ur in deep shit.

rossi panics on the inside. he looks calm but hes stressing cuz youre practically his kid and hE caNT LOSE YOU

he’ll call the bau for help, he’ll text and call you, and then they’ll calmly look for you

they’ll find you pretty fast ngl

but he’ll be a mess till youre found cuz ur basically his kid and he’s basically ur dad

once he finds you, you’ll get hugs and dinner and everything nice

and after things have calmed down, “how could you be so stupid to not charge your phone? You’re grounded. don’t bother asking to set foot outside this house.”

Matt:

cool, calm, and collected.

matts a mild yandere so basically jj but like even more mild.

he won’t call the bau, he’ll wait for you to come home becuz he trusts you and u trust him.

you’ll come home, explain your phone died and bing bang boom. everything is peachy

he’ll force you to cuddle tho becuz you were late

Tara:

she can handle her shit.

she has broken you down enough where she knows you’ll come home.

tara won’t bother calling the bau and wasting their time w/ ur pathetic ass

you’ll come back to her and she knows it

of course when you come back. she’ll have to punish you cuz u broke the rules

and there is nothing more that tara hates than when you break the rules.

Penelope:

the first thing that penelope does is panic, the second thing is call you.

she honestly probably doesn’t even need the help of the bau, but it makes her feel better knowing that theyre looking for you too

she’ll find u browsing the candy and chips aisle at your local Jewel-Osco, and send the entire bau team to basically kidnap you

she’ll grab you and the first thing she’ll do is cry.

“I thought i lose you! pls don’t ever leave me again!”

Luke:

hes chill and he trusts you’ll be back home in an hr or two.

of course he’ll call u but he’ll guess that ur phone is dead.

if youre not back, he’ll assume the worst and all of a sudden the entire fucking swat, police, and fbi are in ur lawn.

roxy will look for u too! she’ll try to sniff you out.

once youre found, roxy would be the first to welcome you home!

luke will greet you with so much love and kisses

but don’t worry, luke won’t let insolence go unpunished.

im sorry that last few were short and the fact that luke and reid were kinda ooc. i hope you enjoyed either way :)

[supertransural]

Beyond the Mat, sort of meta?

Ok so for some personal context, I’ve been rewatching all of Supernatural and i have the firm intention to keep the show on repeat on my computer/tv until i’ve fully binged it 15 times (never fear, I am already perfectly aware of how bad a decision this is). I wrote this post with a frantic need to get all the thoughts out, but it happened to be 3am at the time, and I realized I had to make gifs and upload them which was obviously too much work for a sleep deprived brain. I put it off until the next day, but ended up procrastinating and now it's been sitting in my drafts for 3 months and I thought hey this is a good time to finish it up (it could be argued that i'm polishing up this thing at 5am and this doesn't seem to be an issue for my will to get this done this time around, although I am heavily caffeinated so maybe that has something to do with it, go figure).

Anyways that’s besides the point. At the time I had just gotten to 11x15, Beyond the Mat. I’ve seen people write a lot about how parallels between Sam and Dean’s love lives/interests are part of the subtext about Dean’s bisexuality. I’ve also read people's works about how Gunner is pretty obviously one of Dean’s youth celebrity crushes. But (and I might just be a bit blind or haven’t looked hard enough) I haven’t seen a lot about the parallel between Sam/Rio and Dean/Gunner.

So let's get down to business, shall we?

The scene I will be focusing on starts out with Dean utterly star struck, sort of mumbling awkwardly his reasoning for coming up to Gunner (x) (x). Interestingly enough, Sam does the exact same thing with Rio (x) (x), while Dean is in the other corner clasping Gunner's hand for way too long and way too tight, and giving him the “i’ve loved you ever since i met you” look (x) (x).

Now since Sam’s crush is strictly heterosexual and we all know Sam’s interest in women, he outright says it to Rio (this is, after all, the CW) (x) (x). Dean on the other hand doesn’t verbalize it in so many words (the CW), but cmon... That fluster when Gunner winks at him later on?? (x) (let's not forget the little leg pat (x) that is probably still etched in Dean's memory amongst the 20 best things that ever happened to him, behind the previously-mentioned-wink and the Cartwright Twins) Or his reaction to Gunner patting his arm, "ok ok don't panic, it's not like your childhood crush just touched you oh wait". And Literally His Unwavering Smile The Whole Way Through. Jacting choices, people, Jacting choices (x).

Sam saves himself by steering the conversation towards a type of "where are they now?" interview, and Rio follows his not-so-subtle attempt, with a heavily implied tint of nostalgia for the good old days (x). Dean pulls a very similar stunt, mentioning something about his and Gunner's past (x) (x). Rio and Gunner's faces in those clips resemble each other quite a great deal: the emotion is the same, regret.

I really love that parallel because it’s really just “in your face”. You see Dean getting all flustered, at that point you could still say “hey i love [insert celebrity] and i don’t have a crush on them, but i’d probably still react that way around them”. (First of all, if I were you, I'd go on a journey of soul searching because hello, it’s ok to have crushes on celebrities you wish you didn’t, we’ve all been 12 and we’ve all seen Twilight and we’re all ashamed, and second of all, would you really and I mean really react that same way?) But then, enters Sam and his old crush, from the same field, basically the same time period, the same place and roughly the same "community". And it’s an unapologetic crush, not just a “hhhahaha i loved your uh.... your work.... as a uh kid haha.....”. Nonono. He says it, he tells her that he “used” (i’m not sure it’s completely gone, just like Dean) to have a crush on her. And then boom, parallel.

The way the two interact with both “celebrities” isn’t that different, if anything, Sam is less awkward around Rio than Dean is with Gunner. I’m betting the reason why is that since Sam’s crush is a woman, he has 1: talked about it openly before with his family (a poster of your crush on your wall is a good way to do that) and 2: talked to other crushes like her before. Dean, for obvious reasons, has not. Not a man, maybe some girlfriends, but he was never open (specifically not to John) about a potential crush he had on the big wrestler man in the ring, because he’s supposed to be this manly manly ladies man. He’s much more awkward because he hasn’t had much of an opportunity to talk to his crushes that might have been men, so the entire ordeal is wayyy more foreign to him. And he was also just a fan, so the whole “oh my god oh my god” of the crush is added to the already existing “oh my god oh my god” of his inner (and outer let's not kid ourselves) fanboy self.

Dean’s reaction is incidentally very similar to the one he has in the Fat Spa in 9x13, The Purge, with the character called Larry, Maritza’s husband. Dean’s awkward, goes too far, slightly flustered, and he’s pretty clearly not thrown off because of Maritza in that interview room, his gaze is mostly going from Sam to Larry then back to Sam. He lightly brushes over Maritza but barely looks at her (x) (x).

I’d also like to point out that when Gunner enters the stage, there’s a hint at a bi flag created by the light show, blink and you'll miss it (x). But then again that could just be the fact that those lights look pretty together and I'm completely insane. I’m not going to push that one too far, but since Gunner winks at Dean after that, which as I said before, makes Dean look adorably happy and flustered..... Take that as you will.

There's a thousand other scenes relevant to Dean being very blatantly bi-coded in Beyond the Mat (seriously, it's almost as obvious as the siren episode) but I really just wanted to focus on the parallel this time. I might go even more in depth on that episode (or do it bit by bit) if I ever find the will to make more gifs and string intelligible words together to create coherent sentences, and give off the impression of a sane mind. Might even throw in some The Purge meta for fun. Yes my definition of fun is quite warped.

[glumpiglet]

Close Encounters of the Beej Kind (F!ReaderxBeetlejuice)

Uh hi everyone.. K This started as a request but then i took another look at it.. And it didn’t even do what was asked and I was like … i might just post this as a fic.. So here we are! Many apologies to that person, hopefully this could be a bit of a compensation and it WILL be answered I promise!

To anyone asking for a pt 2 to my ghost s/o I definitely have more to do with that one…we got a WEDDING TO PLAN MY DUDES….. Eventually..i'm trying to get these requests done (which are Always Open ;) ) and I want to do a second date to my Dew fic. I’m very a stop and go writer, I like to try and keep these to a 3-4k length...sometimes that can take me 2 days… sometimes 2 weeks. Lol you know the struggle. hope you enjoy this one. Stay lovely out there hotties.

Warning: Beej is a voyeuristic, thieving little trash boi and there’s some swearing… That’s all.

It started out an average day when you officially met Beetlejuice.

Moving into a new place alone was always so much work. The organizing, the packing, the stress. It would be ultimately worth it, you realized. This would be the first time you lived alone, no roommates, no family. You were a real, genuine adult now.

Laughable, you thought, as you shoveled the spoonful of cereal into your mouth before returning to your controller. There might still be unpacked boxes around you, but sometimes video games were just higher on the priorities list.

The whole ordeal was almost over with. What was left was pictures to hang up, you bought a bookshelf that needed to be built… Nothing crazy. Lucky enough there wasn’t too much of a headache. 

That came surprisingly after the move-in. 

It wasn’t something you voiced out loud, but you were sure the place was haunted.Believing in ghosts was a difficult subject for you. Having had… Things happen to you when you were a child, whispers of your name in the basement where your mom would do laundry. You had an argument once on New Years at a friends house because you were certain you were hearing someone in the house. 

Ghosts were like Religion or Big Foot to you: Not a firm believer but definitely had some ‘need more answers’ kind of person. The human mind was a confusing piece of machinery. It came up with all sorts of insanity.

Still, a list was started to be compiled of odd occurrences in the short time of living here. 

One day, you had been binging a couple Buzzfeed Unsolved episodes ironically enough when you should have sworn you could hear low-pitched laughing in your living room. Not from an adjacent apartment. Like it came from right beside you on the sofa. Pausing the video you listened for any more sounds. Complete silence greeted you and couldn’t tell what would have been creepier: if you had heard the laughing again or the quiet. Deciding to not finish the episode, you turned the t.v off and sat there in the quiet room for a long time 

There was an odd smell in your apartment. You didn’t notice it when viewing the place but every morning you woke up to a pungent, musky odor that almost made you think your neighbours were smoking weed or living in garbage. The smell came and went throughout the day, sometimes wafting over you so unexpectedly you swivel your head to see what was behind you. Nothing was ever there.

Things were disappearing. At first you thought it just got lost in the mix of moving. Some cheap jewelry. Old photos. A hairbrush. It wasn’t until your clothes just started disappearing that you became troubled. 

As you were for sure your panty drawer was being raided, you couldn’t figure out what the fuck was going on. You checked the dryer to see if you accidentally left any behind, you were a forgetful thing. It wasn’t impossible that your underwear had simply.. Disappeared. You tried to chalk the whole thing up to paranoia. You had been celebrating with the new apartment and was drinking a bit more than usual. 

Blame the alcohol. Blame yourself. Anything to not think about the possibility of an actual haunting.  

Not until a hot autumn night did you get any actual proof.

Sleeping nude has always been a thing for you. Your parents would scold you as a child for walking around naked. Leaving your windows wide open as you changed. They basically had to force you into pajamas. You didn’t want to be a nudist or anything, there was just something constricting about wearing clothes to bed. Pants were unbearable, anything with long sleeves suffocated you and god forbid if you ever wore socks. Even in Winters. 

Living alone meant you slept nude nightly, even had the insight to splurge on some silk sheets finally, it was literally the best sensation you had ever felt. It was still unbearably warm in September and you had not been wearing much clothing since you moved in. You were saving up money for an A/C unit but it would probably be snowing by then. Slipping between the cool covers, you sighed as you drifted as you usually did, that space between sleep and dreams where your brain was beginning to shut off….

In a split second, the desire to open your eyes overtook you. Hovering above you was a large, dark figure. Clear as day. No mistaking it for something else. 

Struck still with terror, the intruder didn’t see your wide, open eyes apparently, leaning down over your vulnerable body. In your restlessness, the sheets had been kicked off, leaving way too much exposed skin. Looking horrified, your skin began to break out in goosebumps, perking your nipples. The air to scream wasn’t finding you.

You heard a sound. Growling, like a dog. Vulgar, nasty sniffing noises were blowing from the beast, like the bellow of a forge. This was a nightmare, you clamped your eyes shut. If only you could pinch yourself… Striving to find the will to move your arms, fingers. Anything.

The shadow spoke. It was like gravel hitting the pavement. Striking and rough. 

“MMmm.. So sexy...”

That was it. His voice snapped something in you and you felt yourself come alive. Jumping up in bed, you had screamed in panic, stumbling to your light to reveal an empty room. 

In the terrified state that found you, pacing, in your robe, in your kitchen. Waay to wired now to return to bed. You had decided that night it was a dream, a type of sleep paralysis. No way in hell did your new apartment have a poltergeist.. Some demon?! No fucking way.

The idea of buying something: smudge the house, a ouija board, had crossed your mind. Before you realized what a terrible idea that was. If this was real, you weren’t communicating with it. 

You weren’t thinking about it. Not at all.  

Fate was funny, however. Destiny or kismet, whatever you want to call it. With every weird occurrence, it never occured to you that slowly but surely it was getting worse. 

Not one week after the whole night terror debacle, did you catch someone in your bedroom.

As you said, average day. Meaning you stayed out in the living room, trying to find the energy to be productive beyond sitting on the couch, playing. Glancing at the clock intermittently, watching as the morning shifted into afternoon. You sighed and put the controller down, compromising with yourself. 

Okay, get the boxes out of the closet. Put the shelve up and unpack three boxes then you could return. Sounded fair. 

Walking into the room, reaching the closet, you leaned your head in to find the boxes, and heard a bump. Thinking the sound was just coming from something you hit in the closet, you continued reaching further in… Clothes shuffling made you pause. Turning towards the sound of an impulse, you gasped aloud as you took notice of a man opening your dresser drawer.

“Holy Fucking Shit!”

The first thought in your mind was he was a burglar. Afterwards, you had to chuckle at the idea, he was definitely not dressed for a B&E; terror made funny things make sense.

Grabbing the first thing in your reach, the contents of your vanity. You began hurling them at the now stunned creature, hands up on his chest, eyes wide in surprise.  

“Get out, Get out!” Practically shrieking in the small bedroom, you backed up to the wall, trying to find the courage to escape. In your hysteria, you failed to notice something.

The items were flying right through him.

Adrenaline pounding through your body, making your head throb. He wasn’t doing anything, just standing there, confusing you through the panic.faintly you looked down and saw what he had in his grip. One of your shirts. 

You had broken out in a cold sweat. Feeling like you were going to be sick. 

“I’m serious guy, I’m gonna call the cops!” The booming voice you tried was being to sound more wilted, your heart was about to burst from your chest. Tentatively stepping a few more steps towards the door, brandishing the thing in your hand like a weapon, no matter it was just a mascara bottle. 

“Uh-....yo-...” He continued to blunder through a breath, like a match striking against sandpaper.

You didn’t notice him pocketing your clothing. You dropped the thing in your hand.

The voice... That deep, dark rasp. You had heard it before. In your living room… In your bedroom.

Great timing, you couldn’t catch your breath. Gasping for air you slid to the floor, clutching at the ground for some balance.

This was not happening. This couldn’t be happening.

Every ration, logical, scientific part of your brain screamed for solid facts. The Afterlife wasn't proven real. Death was unknown. This wasn’t a movie and he wasn’t Casper. This was NOT a ghost. This was a human being, totally alive, uninvited in your home. 

Watching with sight blurred around the edges, he was approaching you slowly. Clenching your eyes shut, you cowered in on yourself as you waited for the attack.. This was it, this was how it ended.. You could see the headlines now.

‘Local Girl Found Dead: No Witnesses. No Suspects.’

Family would never know what actually happened to you. Search for answers until they found this creature and the vicious cycle would continue. 

The stench got infinitely worse as he approached, and your eyes began to water with more than fear. 

“Hey, hey.. Breathe, breather.” 

His voice was calm… Forced but calm and you didn’t take the bait. He was just playing with his prey and soon would sink his fangs in.

“You can actually see me?” 

His voice was incredulous. A happy tone that made you look up, he was doing something odd. Not acting frightening in the least, not attacking. He was talking to himself. Angled away from you as he gave himself a pep-talk..What?

“Okay calm down… Play it cool….” 

His eyes met yours. He rearranged his features to appear to be.. Smoldering.. He looked to be trying for suave.   

“Heyyy.”

Not what you expected. In any other circumstance, you would have laughed. The air wasn’t found to make the sound. Instead you choke on your tongue. “..I-...Wh-”

That was all you could get out. It seemed his speechlessness had traveled through the room and now possessed you.  

There was a knock on your door. It was the sound that brought you back to reality. The normalcy of a knock meant you had to interact with a human. You raced towards the door, ready to cry out in panic.

Retching it open, your breath caught in your throat.

It was your attractive neighbor. You had talked to them a total of three times including the time the landlord introduced you. In your hyper aware state, you couldn’t even reach in your mind for their name.

“..Hi.” You said breathless, wondering how much of a mess you looked. Attempting to discreetly pat your hair down, the neighbor explained their hearing you screaming, wanting to make sure you were okay. 

On the tip of your tongue was ‘No, actually. There seems to be a poltergeist in my bedroom. Do you have the number of any good priests?’ But what came out of your mouth was surprisingly calm and normal. You were so sorry, you were playing and sometimes could get a little loud and competitive, you’ll try and keep it down.  

Feeling the back of your head prickle, it seemed now you had obtained the power to tell whenever it’s eyes were on you. Great. 

Seeing the ghost peeking from around the corner, not subtle at all in the ordinary background of your apartment, his contrite countenance almost making you smile. The words left your mouth before you could catch them.

“..Can you not see him?”

Your neighbours' confused silence answered. You took a deep breath, savouring this human interaction. Alrighty then. 

“Gotcha! Sorry, I get spooky around this time of year.” It wasn’t even October, six weeks until Halloween, but it seemed to do the trick. 

Sharing a laugh with the neighbor, you expressed your desire for them to enjoy their weekend, and bid them goodbye, promising to be quiet. Hoping they didn’t notice how fast you closed the door.

You turned back around to regard the ghost.

It.. Certainly didn’t look how you imagined it. 

He looked worse.. Dirty and disheveled in a striped suit, you tried to picture how he might have died and carefully watched as he shuffled forward. Wide, yellow ambers glittered at you.

“Listen.. I know we didn’t get off on the right foot, but… You can see me.”

“Yes.” You had to clear your throat, the voice that came out of you was dry and cracked.

“Stop saying that, please. Why can I see you?” He stepped closer to you, head tilting and you had the space to break free into your living room, walking backwards as he stalked you.

“Beats me, sweetheart. Breathers are usually so self centered they never notice the dead.” You plopped down on the sofa, processing that bit of information. So it was all real. Ghosts were among us. Unbelievable. 

He began to fiddle with the cuffs of his jacket, you almost wanted to ask him to sit down, the nervous energy you felt from him not helping with yours. What do you offer to a ghost for comfort? Smooth as always you blurted out the first thing.  

“So… You’ve been haunting me. You were-”

Sudden, potent anger flushed over your skin. It came together. Your underwear. That night. This pervert!

“Have you been watching me sleep?!” You felt yourself screech before trying to lower your voice, remember the promise to the neighbor. Shooting up from your seat, the ghost floundered under your glare, eyes flickering towards the ground, refusing to look at you.

Lowering your voice to a dangerous whisper, the anger was making you brave. You began to advance on this deviant spectre. Realizing you had the daily source of your misfortune in front of you fueling your fire. 

He had been around the whole time, through your daily routine like… He was your boyfriend or something. As uncomfortable as that was, maybe he couldn’t help that, but you drew the line at theft.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?! I don’t care, ghostly apparition or not, that’s just rude! Stealing my clothes?! What do you have to say?” 

“Woah-woah.. I-I’m sorry! I just… You’re so…Hey!”

Continuing your pursuit despite his stuttered protests, you found yourself standing up close. The closeness was pungent, but it was becoming kind of bearable as the minutes passed on… Up close he was.. 

Strangely handsome, your brain chimed in for you. Not the fucking time!

Arms crossed tight, you glowered at him. Unexplained, you waited for his answer. Obviously he wasn’t going to hurt you. This stupid, smelly, handsome ghost had had plenty of opportunity, you thought sourly. 

“Look, this really isn’t going the way I wanted it to. You’re the most interesting breather in this hellhole……. I’ve been stuck here for so long, but if-if you want.. I’ll stay away...”

Deciding to proceed with the first bit of what he said: going the way he wanted? You watched as he began to slump away. He was muttering to himself again.

“Probably go down and haunt Mrs. O’Reilly in 2B. Heard she got a new pacemaker...That could be fun”

Viewing the sad spectre slink away, the rage was strangely dissipating. Maybe it was the down tilted head, the kicked puppy expression, the idea of this dude with poor little Mrs.O’Reilly. Something made you call out. 

“Wait.”

He perked up almost comically, twirling back towards you, having to bite your lip to keep from smirking. Maybe this ghost wasn’t so bad, he was certainly interesting. Entertaining. Handsome. Shut up brain. Didn’t mean you forgave him yet. He was giving you every piece of clothing back. 

“Did I tell you to go away?”

“Yeah.. Earlier..” His fingers twitched together and now taking notice of how open and earnest his expression was, it was making you smile. Right, when you were freaking out. Could you be blamed? Now it seemed implausible you were ever scared of him.

“Okay, well that was then, this is now. Let’s start over, I’m (Y/N).” On reflex you held your arm out, and kept it there before you thought better of it. Why you were attempting to shake hands with a ghost was beyond you, but as this was of course the weirdest thing to ever happen, what else could be done that didn’t make sense? 

He, with rapt attention, reached forward and you watched in astonishment as his hand drifted slowly through yours. The sensation was an icy buzz shooting up your arm, tingling through your neck into your brain, even your scalp felt the jolt. You felt like you just been electrocuted. 

Both of you shivered at the contact. The air was filled with a growl and once again you were transported back to you in bed and him above you. For the first time.. You felt yourself throb in pleasure at the memory rather than fright. This was slowly becoming dangerous, you could feel it. 

“Ooo… That’s different.” 

Studying him as he glowed green, he began to lewdly run his hands down his chest...Down his thighs.. Your eyes snapped away, suddenly very interested in your own hand..Certainly different.

“I like it.”

“So…. Have you been here the whole time?” You asked, desperate to change the subject in a strangled voice, turning away so he couldn’t see your burning face. This was dangerous. Impossible. Not healthy. Deciding to let this ghost stick around perhaps wasn’t the best instinct.  

“I’m not sure you’re gonna like the answer to that, babes.”

Revolving around to ask him what he meant, you paused at him... Flushing pink. Definitely not. 

[holdmyowos]

Studying (Karma x Reader)

Includes: Mentions of violence, minor cussing, a very slightly racy scene...

You had really been falling behind in the class. It was not like you were not trying, it was just that you had been sick for the past few days. When you finally got back to school, you were totally lost. Your best friend, Nagisa had noticed your distress and offered to help you after school. Relieved, you humbly accepted their aid in your endeavors. You texted your family, asking if it was okay to be home late. Kuro-sensei dismissed the class, and the other students started packing up to go home. You approached the teacher. "Kuro-sensei, would it be okay if Nagisa and I stayed here after school today to study together?" He bent down and gave you keys with a smile. "Helping each other out is a great idea! I have a movie to catch, so be sure to lock up when you're done." He waved with one tentacle arm at you in farewell. You waved back.

When you turned around, all of your classmates were gone except Nagisa "He said yes!" You jingle the keys in your friend's face. He lets out a small laugh. "Great, let's start." You get out your books, then feel a vibration in your pocket. You pull out your phone. 'Sure. Just be home as soon as you're done,' The text read. You put the phone back.

After three long hours of studying with Nagisa , you were all caught up, except in your writing. You pulled out the materials for your last subject area, about to hand them to Nagisa. He took your hand, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, but I have something I need to go do. I need to go do it now." You nodded in understanding. "Maybe Kuro-sensei will be back to help me with this last bit. Anyway, you've been a huge help! Thanks a lot, Nagisa!" He smiles on his way out. "Don't forget to lock the door when you're done!" He calls. "I won't!"

You struggle for a few minutes trying to figure out how to write some of the new kanji in your textbook, and what they mean. You let out a frustrated sigh, and notice the sunset, the land begining to become dark. You glance at the clock. It was nearly seven, so you should head home soon. Obviously, you would not be able to do this part of your work on your own. Your eyes wander the classroom, pondering what you should do, and your gaze happens upon a shadow in the hallway. A human's shadow. Was it Nagisa? What would he be doing back here though? "Who's there?" You call, nervously. What if the person was a newly hired assassin, and they thought you were Kuro-sensei?

A person steps out of the dark hall and into the classroom's light. The flash of golden eyes. The glossy red hair. The slim build. The black-and-white top. That cocky smile. "Oh, Karma. It's you! I was wondering who could be possible be lurking about a school at this time." True, you did not know Karma very well personally, but he was one of Nagisa's best friends, and you trusted Nagisa's character judgements. You had known of him since you were little, but had never really worked up the courage to really talk to him very much, aside from school projects and things. "You're Nagisa's friend, right? (Y/N), was it?" You nod. "Well, any friend of his is a friend of mine."

He held out his hand for a handshake. This sent up some red flags. The only other time you had seen him give someone a handshake was when he exploded Kuro-Sensei's hand with bits of knives on his hand. Reluctantly, you shook it, hoping for the best. "Why are you so nervous? I'm not going to do anything. I was just curious why the lights were still on in the school building this late is all. When I saw the door was still unlocked, I thought this could be an opportunity to surprise our teacher with a 'present'." He held up a small blade. His eyes looked really threatening. Then again, you supposed that they always did. "Oh. Well, sorry to disappoint. He went to catch a movie, though it should be over by now. I'm just here trying to figure out this kanji." You gestured to the mixed up symbols on your paper.

"Well, I can help with that. I am pretty good at writing, after all. Some say my handwriting is like a beautiful font." He looked at your handwriting and whistled. "Wow. This... needs some work. This part needs to be straightened..." he pointed to a smudge of your ink on the paper, "...and this part needs to be longer, and this part needs..." his words faded into the background when he took the pen and guided your hand's pen strokes with his gentle but firm, careful but capable, hand over yours. The writing you both made was beautiful. He let go of your hand after writing a few sentences with you. He put his head on your desk in a cute position, the soft side of his face against the book. He looked dreamy. "You seem distracted, you can't focus or learn well if you're distracted. What's up?" You shake your head. There was no way you would admit that you were crushing on him hard. "Nothing. Just wondering what Nagisa's doing." He doesn't pry into your buisness, but rather nods his head. "Preparing a trap for Kuro-Sensei, perhaps. I think that's what I saw him doing."

He helps you finish the rest of the writing, and goes over a few of the things Nagisa was not sure about. As it turns out, Karma is a straight A student, and is only in class 3-E for behavior reasons. You look outside, then at the clock, realizing the time. Noticing your gaze, Karma says: "Oh my! Looks like it's dark already. I guess you should head home, right?" As much as you wanted to spend your time with him, you nodded. If you stayed out much longer, you would get in trouble. You put your finished papers on the teacher's desk, and the books back on the shelf. Placing your backpack securely on your back, you walk out of the doors, Karma following You closely. You lock the doors of the school and turn around to face the night that had fallen.

He helps you finish the rest of the writing, and goes over a few of the things Nagisa was not sure about. You learn that Karma is a straight A student, and is only in class 3-E for behavior reasons. You look outside, then at the clock, realizing the time. Noticing your gaze, Karma says: "Oh my! Looks like it's dark already. I guess you should head home, right?" As much as you wanted to spend your time with him, you nodded. If you stayed out much longer, you would get in trouble. You put your finished papers on the teacher's desk, and the books back on the shelf. Placing your backpack securely on your back, you walk out of the doors, Karma following You closely. You lock the doors of the school and turn around to face the night that had fallen.

Usually, you would have been terrified to walk home all by yourself in the dark, with only small lamplights few and far between on the side of the mountain. With Karma, you felt comforted. He would protect you, right? He was an expert in combat. You glanced up at his face, obscured by darkness. "You have a really cool name. It suits you, Karma Akabane." He smiled. His smile was so cool. His canines were so sharp, it made him look like an animal. Or a demon. "Thanks, (Y/N). I like it too." For a while, the two of you strolled in comfortable silence along the mountain path. The insects and nocturnal birds were particularly loud out tonight.

Karma took out his green knife and flipped it, always catching it by the handle. "Pretty impressive," you told him. He laughed. "That? I knew that even in primary school. It's easy." Even his basic moves were beyond you. "Since the blade is mostly silicone, you can just flip to your heart's content. You can't really injure yourself with one of theses, after all." He bent the soft, flexible tip. "You're so cool. It seems like there's nothing that you're bad at. Well, you get in trouble pretty often, I suppose. And you don't really have good social interaction with anyone other than Nagisa. But I mean, Nagisa gets along with anyone."  Surprisingly, he nodded. "Agreed. But, I did just help you with your homework, didn't I? That's... something, right?" You nodded. "Well yeah! Your pros way outweigh your cons. You're handsome, smart, funny, and you likely have the highest chance of killing Kuro-sensei. Besides, when it comes to reading people, you never seem to miss anything." You blushed slightly. Was that over the top? "Well, what makes you special is that you always stand up for me. Even thought you don't know me very well, you believe in me and support me. Like my own personal cheerleader. It's nice. I never had anyone do that for me before." He became lost in thought.

A strange booming noise made you jump. From your classroom, you recognized that sound. A gun being discharged. Karma  motioned behind a bush. You followed him quickly. He pulled you in and your heart raced. His eyes scanned over the bush to see what was going on. How could anyone harm you when you were with him? Pulling you close like this, it was almost like a hug. He was just being a protective friend, you told yourself. He ducked down behind the bush with you and put a finger on your lips. His hands were so pretty, perfectly manicured. How odd for a boy. "Ha! I shot you, Kuro-sensei! Thanks to the trap that Nagisa made." Relief flooded your senses. It was just one of your classmates. "Well, I regenerate so you have to do batter next time. Shoot me at least five times, and maybe you can do some real damage." The person sighed. "Oh come on, give me some credit!" The noises shuffled away.

Seeing that you were out of danger, Karma released you from his hold and looked down at you with that intense gaze of his. It was hard to meet his eyes. He took his finger off your lips, and I bing his thumb and index finger together. "Why didn't you pull away from me? I was holding you so closely. It was a little weird." How was he not blushing after saying something like that? He had to have at least some idea, right? You felt your face heat up, sure it was bright red. "R-really? I h-hadn't noticed. Perhaps I thought you were... um, part of the bush." That was by far the dumbest thing you have ever said in your entire life, you decided.

"Don't lie to me. You just said I don't miss anything." He put his finger back on your lips and traced them gently. His finger was so soft against your skin. You gulped. "What was with you clinging to me for protection? For an assassin, you sure look weak." He took his hand and cupped your jawline. "(Y/N), the way you react to my touch, the way you lean into me... do you happen to be in love?" You were paralyzed. How would he react if you told him the truth? "I-I'm sorry," You merely said, at a loss for words. "Don't be. This is a great learning opportunity. Besides, damn, you're kinda  freaking cute." He left you breathless as he pulled you in for a kiss, his body heavy against yours. He gently pressed his hips on you. You pulled him in closer for another kiss.

You reflected on the night when you finally got home. Weather he loved you back or merely wanted to learn about romance was beyond you. Well, if he had wanted to only take a 'learning opportunity', the  he would have gone to Miss Bitch and asked her. Besides, he even helped you with homework. A small smile played at your lips. He must like you back, at least to some extent.

[ikeservant]

Okok I loved your recent headcanons it was so amazing 👌👌 thank you sm!! Can I please request again for headcanons with Kenshin, Shingen, and Hideyoshi (yes my favs) with an mc who used to be an athlete and dancer? She is active, reckless loves to learn self defence and sword fight? I love your stuff please take your time!!! ❤️❤️

Ahh thank you so much Imma cry ^.^!!! I binge wrote this as a good de-stressor from my finals assignments. I love these headcanon requests and am always down to image adn geek out to the warlord bois! I hope you like it. Idk if I did my bois justice but I tried

Kenshin: Boi did MC knock out every stereotype of women he had. The first time he called her frail she took her hidden short sword and unsheathed it with a dangerous smile on her face. “You wanna say that again?” This intrigued the God of War, who would accept any chance of a fight. She put up a fair fight but was knocked to the ground with a sword to her chest. Kenshin put his sword back, an amused expression on his face. “You haven’t been in battle but you can hold your own. You have my respect.” and he invites MC to drink sake with him, starting a beautiful friendship. They would spar out in the field, giving MC exercise and Kenshin the company of someone he’s fond of (someone he’s attracted to AND duel with? JACKPOT). MC would notice lately he was holding back on the sparring, and instead focusing on teaching her self defense. When she asked him about it, his eyes turned somber. “I cannot bear to think of the possibility of causing a single bruise on your body. Instead I’ll teach you how to prevent others from putting bruises on your body.” Even with self defense training, he was more gentle with her. When she finally confronted him, she got his love confession and how he never wants her to get hurt or die. After reciprocating the confession, MC had to convince him that she’s clearly not made of glass and that bruises are okay and they’ll heal. He’ll still be terrified that her recklessness will cause her demise and it will all be his fault, but MC can tell he gets in those moods and makes sure to be soft and cuddle and give him loving, letting him know she’s here and she won’t leave his side and to not be a prisoner of the past. With enough reassurance that she’s plenty strong and capable, she is put in charge of training certain troops. The only condition is that only Kenshin is allowed to patch up and take care of his lover’s bruises and scrapes bc he’s a soft boi that wants to make sure the love of his life is healthy and happy. She quickly earned the title “Goddess of War” because they quickly learn that she is the fiery female version of icey Kenshin, not being able to keep up with her running and drills. Whoever has attitude about her being in charge or calling her weak will meet Kenshin’s wrath before she even has a chance to retaliate against the punk. 

Shingen: He is so amused and smitten right off the bat when he sees MC. He made the mistake of sneaking up behind her in an attempt to flirt, prompting a knee to his back with his arm bent back in a way that it could break any moment. “Your strength and cautiousness rival your beauty, I see.” His vassal Yukimura rushed over to try splitting the confrontation, trying to reassure MC that he wasn’t a harasser, just a giant flirt. After clearing the air, Shingen invites MC to sweets and tea with them , which MC agrees ferociously since she has been running around nonstop and requires more fuel for her belly. All women are goddesses in his eyes, but as MC talked about all her activities and her sadness that nobody wants to fight her even though she’s plenty strong, he was enamored with this fierce goddess in front of him. The more they saw eachother on the streets, the closer they were. Eventually Shingen invited her on a date to a festival nearby. When they arrived there was a musical section that people were dancing to, causing MC’s ears to perk up since its been so long since she’s gotten to dance. In a fit of excitement, she pulled Shingen’s hand and led him in a dance that seemed so foreign and energetic but so magical at the same time and he is officially IN LOVE. MC pulled him in a kiss like the wildcard she is, and BOOM they became the biggest power couple. She was the constant bundle of youthful energy and passion that kept his slowly deteriorating body glowing. He will teach her self defense, but be prepared for lots of flirting and sexual tension till self defense becomes make out defense. He lets her be as active as she wants and it motivates him to be more active as well. Whatever she does he’s in awe. Will corner anyone verbally if they say anything about his love’s swoleness and bold attitude that was unusual for Sengoku era women because she will always be a fit warrior goddess who is the bold sun to his sky and nobody’s close minded bullcrap will change that. When MC gets too reckless and causes injury, he will pamper her and convince her FOR ONCE to settle down until she heals. “Even angels need to heal their wings, my love.”

Hideyoshi: When he was suspicious that MC was a secret spy, he decided to sneakily follow her around, always one hallway behind. Suddenly he hears two swords unsheathe and a loud female voice proclaim “Let’s take this outside!” He immediately charges over with a “What the hell is going on here?”, seeing Masamune with both of his swords unsheathed, one in his hand and the other in MC’s hand. “The lass talked about wanting to swordfight.” Hideyoshi lecture ensues “The HELL she is. You are NOT fighting women.” Of course active MC isn’t having any of that. “How about this? We’ll use the practice swords so my ‘delicate lady skin’ doesn’t get scarred, party pooper.” *Dear heavens is this Masamune’s long lost female twin?*. Before he could retaliate, Masamune and MC ran off to spar. During that night he heard both a man and woman scream and a crashing thud. He immediately bolted towards the source of the noise. He found MC over top of a nearly unconscious man in front of Nobunga’s hall. Finding out that she saw a shady looking man with a dagger go towards Nobunga’s room and using her self defense skills to bring him down by surprise, potentially saving his lord’s life, he immediately trusts her and apologizes for being condescending and harsh on her, offering to start from scratch and be friends. Cue big brother mode, noticing MC’s hands red and sore from carrying heavy objects and practice swords and giving her hand cream to help. Would have a heart attack going into town with MC since she’d be running to everything that peaked her interest, making him run after her. Hideyoshi thought she could be quite troublesome and not the most polite/ladylike but somehow he couldn’t take his eyes off of MC with her inner and outer strength, energy that lit up every banquet, and eyes ablaze with passion. Would most likely confess his feelings for her after she recklessly runs into battle and almost dies protecting him, causing him to freak out and splutter how much he loves her, relieved that she reciprocates. They are an oddball, complementary couple that fits so well and are eachothers cheerleaders and guardians(Nobunga ships it hardcore). He keeps her from getting too reckless and makes sure she looks after herself, spoiling her and patching her up. She helps him loosen up and lets him lean on her for support and strength and makes sure he looks after himself, which is hard to do since he looks after everybody BUT himself. Isn’t too thrilled with MC’s more rigorous activities that give her injuries, but LOVES MC’s dancing since he can feel her happiness and see her coordinated movements that put him in a dazzled trance. MC will often conveniently “forget” all her 2 person dances, asking Hideyoshi to be her dance partner to help her (they secretly use it as an excuse to be close to eachother 😉)

[shoutosteakettle]

Hello!!~ I just stared bnha I love it !! So I binged everything you wrote lol I’m obsessed with bakugo (and dabi cause I have bad taste lol) but I was wondering if I could request a brat tamer Bakugo nsfw scenario ? Ty ty if you do! love your blog!!

Count For Me ~ Katsuki Bakugo

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a/n: Welcome to the fandom Nonnie! I found that the BNHA fandom is one where you can express yourself free of other people’s judgment, so don’t worry about simping for Dabi (also because I have bad taste too). I think I might have gone a little overboard with this (I’m low key kinda proud of it), but regardless, enjoy!

Katsuki watched as your fingers danced along the stranger’s forearm, jealousy prominent on his features. From the entrance of the coffee shop, he observes as you blatantly flirt with the man in front of you. When the barista hands you your drinks, you say goodbye to your new acquaintance, but not before he pulls out a pen and writes his number on your boyfriend’s cup, instructing you to call him later tonight. Walking towards your boyfriend, feeling his angry eyes burning holes into your head.

“Oi,” he grunted, pushing himself off the wall, “What the fuck was that?”

“What are you talking about, Suki?” you question, handing him his long-awaited morning caffeine, knowing exactly what he meant. 

He looked down at his cup, arching one eyebrow, obviously confused. Ignoring your question, he asked  his own, “Who the fuck is ‘Ren,’ and why the hell does he want me to call him?”

“Never mind that, he’s just someone I met over at the counter. Could you not throw away your cup when you’re done with it, I’m supposed to call him later on.”

Katsuki sent a scoff your way, pushing open the doors to the coffee shop with a little more force than necessary. You knew exactly what you were doing to him. Feeling like Ground Zero was spending too much time being a hero rather than your boyfriend, you began scheming how to recapture his attention - and making him jealous was step one of your devious plan. You turned around to send a wink and smile Ren’s way before following your boyfriend to his car.

On the short walk to the shop’s parking lot, Bakugou tried his best to comprehend what was going on. Were you, his woman, just flirting with another man? Was he not good enough for you? He knew that you were way out of the league, but he didn’t think that you would get bored with him this fast. He needed to show you that you belong to him, that he was enough for you, and he needed to punish you for thinking otherwise. 

“Are we going to your place or mine?” he asked, trying his best not to let his emotions spill out into his speech.

You took a minute to ponder his question before deciding that your place would be the perfect place to initiate step two of your plan- teasing. “My place sounds good.” and with that, the two of you were off. 

The car ride to your place was mostly silent, with dashes of small talk being made every now and then. Though it didn’t bother you, you were too busy daydreaming of the fun events bound to take place tonight. While you were filling your mind with dirty thoughts, Mr. Hero was still occupying his with memories of you flirting with that damned extra. 

When you finally pull into the underground parking garage, you look over toward Katsuki to see him staring intently at the numbers on his coffee cup. You open the car door and walk over to the driver’s side, waiting for Suki to get out so you can walk up to your apartment together. But as usual, he’s preoccupied on the phone, but what’s not normal is that he seems angry- angrier than the typical Bakugou angry. 

After a minute or two of him carrying on with his heated conversation, he exited the black vehicle almost ready to join you on the walk to your apartment upstairs. 

Before you and he began your upward descent, he made it a point to show you what he thought of the phone number written on his cup. You hear a quiet boom before seeing the flimsy cardboard go up into orange flames, the possessive look in his eye had waves of submission washing over your body.

Instead of throwing yourself on to him like you wanted to, you tried your best to keep up your act, “Hey! Why would you do that?! Now Ren is going to think I didn’t actually want to call him.” you pouted, eagerly waiting for his response. What you wanted most was for him to take you right there and then against the filthy wall, not caring who sees or who hears.

What you didn’t expect was for him to stomp up the steps by himself, ignoring your whines and pleads for him to slow down and wait for you. When you reach the door to your apartment, you grab your keys from your pocket, unlocking the door and allowing the two of you to enter. 

You had planned to make a bee-line for your bedroom, giving you plenty of time to change into the lingerie you bought for tonight while at the same time giving Suki plenty of time to cool off. But when you felt Katsuki’s calloused hand grab your forearm, you knew nothing you planned was about to happen.

You look into his angry red eyes before feeling his grip around your arm tighten. “Ah‐ S-Suki, that hurts.” Bakugou heard your cries and pain groans as he dragged you over to the couch, but in this moment, he could care less about how you feel. This was about him putting you in your place.

Before you knew it, Katsuki was sitting on the sofa, and you were bent over his knee. A blush overtook your features when you felt Bakugouu push your skirt up, the only thing protecting your plush ass from the world was the pair of blue and white striped panties you had slipped on this morning. You felt your underwear growing damp as Katsuki let his hand roam free among your exposed skin. When his hands reached your cunt, you let out a faint moan, but it was enough to let Katsuki know that you were enjoying this too much.

“Your little stunt with the guy at the coffee shop reminded me that it’s been a while since I last had to show you who you belong to.” He smirked at the sight below him, caressing your perky ass over your panties, “You do remember the rules from last time, don’t you, princess?” He questioned, knowing damn well that he never set rules before now. You shook your head side to side, letting your boyfriend know that he would have to explain himself. 

“I’m going to spank you once for every minute that you spent talking to that plus one for forgetting the rules.” You didn’t have to look at Katsuki to know he was enjoying this; you could hear it all throughout his words, a strange mixture of anger and passion dripping from each syllable. 

“Let’s see, you spent about eight or so minutes in line with that bastard... after you ordered the drinks, it was about a five-minute wait, so 13 licks, plus the one for forgetting the rules making for a total of 14.”

You were just about to speak up in protest when he abruptly cut you off, “I want you to count for me.” You looked up at him, his last comment catching you off guard, “After each lick, I want you to count for me, so I don’t lose track. And I want you to thank me, considering that this punishment is way less than intense than it should be.”

You didn’t mean to do this. You had no idea that Suki was this prideful, and it was entirely too late to undo any of your earlier actions. Should you fight him on this or lay here and let him have his way with you? You squirm around trying to escape as best you can, but Katsuki’s grip on your waist was ironclad.

“You’re not going anywhere until your punishment is completed, got it?”

Your pleading eyes meet his blown with lust, a hint of sadism behind his vermilion gaze. He raises his hand, and you brace yourself ready for the impact when nothing happens, you once again turn your head staring at your boyfriend. “You remember the safe word, right, Baby?”

You nod your head reassuring him, “Orange.” And with that, you watched his hand come crashing down, smacking you on the ass hard enough to hear the skin to skin contact echo throughout the living room. The pleasure of it all made you rub your thighs together, desperately trying to bring some attention to your aching clit. While on the other hand, the pain had you wincing and feeling - well, it had you feeling pain.

“What do you say?” Bakugou asked, clearly enjoying your discomfort.

“O-One. Thank you, Daddy,” you said, answering his inquiry. What else could Bakugou expect from his dirty little girl? Once again raised his hand to strike your reddened cheek, but this time there was a little something explosive to his blow. The use of his quirk caught you off guard, allowing a slight moan to slip past your lips. 

Katsuki grabbed your face forcing your neck to turn towards him, “Tch. I should have known that you would’ve enjoyed this, you are such a fucking slut.”

You clenched your cunt, hoping Bakugou didn’t notice the clear fluid dampening your panties, knowing it would only give the incentive to keep going. 

“T - ahh- two. Thank you, Daddy,”

Smack

“Stil thinking about that bastard? You still want to call him?” Katskuki hissed, watching the meat on your ass jiggle in response to his welt.

“N-no!” you stated truthfully, hoping it would be enough to get the blonde to halt his attacks on your sore ass.

“Where were we again?”

“Six, thank you, Daddy!”

Much to your dismay, the assault on your ass had yet to stop. You counted for Katsuki just like he had asked you to, and each time you made sure to thank him and refer to him by his newly received nickname. 

Strike after, strike after, strike, and you were a moaning, shaking mess waiting for Daddy to take advantage of you in your weakened state. It was obvious that he wanted to, you could feel his hardened cock poking into your side.

Smack

“Ahhh! Fourteen! Thank you, Daddy,”

“I bet shitface couldn’t make you feel this good no matter how hard he fucking tried, and I’ve barely even fucking touched you,” he grunted, landing the final blow against your sore butt cheeks. There was no longer any point in trying to hold in your noises, so when you felt his large hand come into contact with your bruised skin, you let a particularly loud moan. 

“Tell me who this pussy belongs to,” he demanded, cupping your sopping cunt dampening his fingers in the process.

“Mmmh- You! It belongs to you!” you shouted, not caring who heard, you wanted the whole world to know that you were owned by Katsuki Bakugou. The feeling of anticipation was boiling underneath your skin, you couldn’t wait to feel him inside of you as a reward for handling his punishment so well.

“Good,” Katsuki mumbled, fixing your skirt and lifting you up from your bend over stance. After he sat you down on the couch, he reached for the remote on the coffee table with no interest in finishing what he started. He saw you pouting at him and replied simply by saying, “Bad girls don’t get to cum.”

You were internally screaming at him, you let Suki have his fun, so why would he deny you your own.

You slide your panties down your legs, trying your best to make a show of it, hoping that you could get Suki to stray from his stubborn state, but his eyes stay glued to the television. You place a knee on each side of his toned thigh, taking your time as you slowly lower your dripping cunt onto the rough fabric of Katsuki’s jeans.  Pacing yourself, you begin to roll your hip against his thigh, the feeling most definitely sinful. Bakugou is trying his best not to give in to your antics, keeping his eyes focused on last night’s game, but he can’t help the growing erection straining against his pants.

You rock your hips back and forth, enjoying the feeling of your clit dragging against the fabric a little too much, you can’t help but let out a string of loud moans. Speeding up your pace your the feeling the all too familiar knot forming in the pit of your stomach just gave you the motivation to hump him harder - imagining it was the real thing.

“Oh my God, Suki! -uunghh- I’m going to, fuck I’m going to cum!” you cried out, digging your nails into his thigh and allowing your head fall forward.

Your orgasm hit you like a speeding train. Your eyes fluttered shut, your nails were digging into the fabric covering Katsuki’s upper thigh, and you threw your head back wallowing in pure euphoria.

It took you a moment to collect yourself once you came down from your high. You felt the blond’s hands come up to your jaw, turning your head to face him. You felt his tongue trace the shell of your ear right before you heard him ask, “You still wanna have fun, right?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

[darlingsdevil]

Give Me Strength Against All Erosion (Arthur Morgan x F!Reader)

Modern AU

I sincerely apologize, I can’t add read more breaks on mobile so sorry for flooding your feed :(

Warnings: drinking, swearing, the usual

Summary: After a recent breakup, Karen drags you to a party, who you see leaves you reeling.

Words: 3.5k

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A/N: I’ve been sitting on this idea for a long time haha, this came to me while writing my other fic, How Time Flies. And ABBA songs.. and for some reason Castlevania inspired this, but mostly ABBA.

Angst, angst, and some more angst. And some fluff. Just a dash.

•••

“He’s such an ass! Come on let’s go get some drinks, let’s go party! Tilly’s party is tonight! Let’s get drunk and forget about him!” Karen pulled you up from the cocoon in your bed. She looked stunning, a purple tank top that accented her cleavage and a leather jacket, a black skirt, fishnets and boots.

You groaned, you were a mess. You had been crying all day, wasting away in your bed. Your bed was littered with candy wrappers and old takeout. You felt like you had binge watched every heartthrob movie on Netflix already. Someone can only watch The Notebook so many times you have learned.

Everything reminded you of him.

“We have to go to her party, you already told her you would go,” Karen whined, she turned to your dresser and started pulling out clothes.

You sat on your bed, hugging a pillow.

“I said that when I was still with him,” You grumbled.

“So? Your life doesn’t end the second you lose a man. In all honesty, it just begins.” She told you with a wave of her hand.

“I don’t think I can go,” You hiccuped.

Karen turned around.

“I know you don’t want to go, but you should. It’ll be fun, and you sure as hell need a drink.”

“I’ve already had a drink.”

“I know,” Karen smiled, continuing with her work creating the best outfit for you.

There was no mistaking the empty bottle of cheap whiskey below your bed.

You watched her, biting your lip. The only human interaction you’ve had this week was giving the delivery man money for the food and abruptly slamming the door on him. You weren’t ready for a party. But a party sounded fun, and you needed some fun in your life.

“Do I have to go?” You groaned, falling back into your bed with a thud.

“Yes.”

“Fine,” You drew out the word.

“See? I knew you’d come around,” Karen laughed, pulling out a shirt and looking at it. She turned to you, holding up an outfit she knew you would love.

You were silent eyeing the outfit. You would look really good in it. You sat up, clutching your pillow again.

Karen said next to you.

“What if he’s there?” You mumbled.

“If he’s there, we’ll show him what he lost.”

You nodded.

“You’ll look beautiful, sexy, absolutely drop dead gorgeous. You’ll give him a run for his money.”

“I will?” You asked, wiping away your tears.

“You already are.”

•••

Tilly’s house was in the outskirts of the city, while your apartment was smack dab in the middle. Karen drove, you felt queasy the entire time. You tried your best to take your mind off it, aimlessly staring out the window or listening to Karen’s (awful) pre game singing.

When the buildings became smaller, and the aspect of the city drifted behind you, you finally arrived at Tilly’s. It was early in the night already, but her house was already booming with music. It reminded you of the frat parties you used to attend. Cars lined the streets, it seemed like everyone in the damn city was here.

“I feel sick,”You blurted out, the house almost looked menacing. You could see the outline of people in the windows, and you knew any one of them could be him.

“It’ll be okay, I promise. If anything happens I’ll be with you the entire time. Mary Beth and Sadie are here too,” Karen grabbed your hand, slowly taking you up the steps, she pulled the door open and you looked out once more to the night sky. Tonight would sure as hell be interesting.

You immediately noticed the wave of people. It was seemingly endless. Karen dropped your hand, noticing Tilly walking up to you.

“Tilly! My girl! I’ve missed you!” Karen hugged her tightly.

Tilly laughed.

“It’s been like, three days!”

“Three days too long!” Karen laughed with her. Tilly held out a drink for Karen and another for you.

“What is it?” You asked.

“Drink it and you’ll find out!” She shouted over the loud music. You took a sip, it was strong as hell, the dark liquid sloshed in the cup.

Karen drank too, nearly spitting it out.

“I wasn’t expecting such a kick,” She laughed.

“John brough it, if you wanna know what the hell's in it ask him,” Tilly said. Your heart stopped, you felt sick again.

“John’s here?” You asked her, eyes wide.

“Oh my goodness! I am so sorry, I forgot to tell you!” Tilly covered her mouth. You knew she would never deliberately hurt you.

If John was here that meant the entire ragtag group was, including him.

“Is Arthur here?” You asked slowly.

Tilly nodded, biting her lip.

“I’m sorry, I am. I can try and keep them away from you guys,” She responded.

Tears welled in your eyes, you were not ready to see Arthur again.

“I haven’t talked to him, but I saw him earlier,” Tilly told you.

“Do you want me to give Arthur the heads up?” Tilly asked, Karen rubbed your back soothingly.

“No,” You sniffled, you were an absolute mess. But tonight was about having fun, not crying.

“Okay. Well, I can get Mary Beth and Sadie for you, I’m sure they’d love to see you again,” Tilly told you.

“Yeah, that’d be good for her,” Karen said for you. Tilly walked away, looking for your friends. You felt like every single eye was on you alone, and knowing Arthur was in that crowd made you feel somehow even worse.

“If Arthur tries anything, I’ll beat his ass for you,” Karen proclaimed. You knew she actually would. She grabbed your hand again, pulling you towards the kitchen.

“Come on. Let’s go get some more drinks!” She said over the noise of the party. You held your arm close to your chest, you didn’t want to be seen, especially not by Arthur.

You wanted to leave, but you didn’t want to disappoint Karen.

“Karen, my love!” Sean suddenly appeared. Sean. Fuck. He grabbed Karen by the waist. He mumbled something in her ear, they both looked at you.

“Heard what happened between you and the old brute. I’ll make sure to give him a good beating for breaking my girl’s heart!” Sean said, he was drunk as hell, slurring over his words already. Sean always knew how to party.

“Thanks, Sean.” You gave him a weak smile

“I hate seeing you so down, where’s my fun girl?”

“I’m still here.”

“I know you are, but lighten up a little, will you?”

Karen scoffed, grabbing your hand again. Sean was left in dust, wondering what the hell he had said wrong, probably scratching his head.

“He can be such a jerk sometimes,”Karen told you.

“I know.”

You were supposed to have fun tonight, be sexy, live a little, but you couldn’t bring yourself to have fun, with the threat of your newly made ex surrounding you, you were on edge.

The breakup was messy. Arthur received a job out of state, and you were very contempt with your job now, promotions were suddenly coming steadily. You weren’t ready to restart your life in another state, away from everything you had ever known.

It had been a week, or two, you weren’t sure anymore. You were foolish to come to a mutual friend’s party.

He was here, and you were miserable, nearly drunk and crying.

Karen pulled you to the kitchen, she took your red cup, and poured it down the drain. She pulled a bottle of vodka from the counter, pouring you some in your cup.

“God, that stuff was awful. John doesn’t have good taste in alcohol,” Karen giggled, pouring more in your cup.

“It really was awful,” You laughed, your first real laugh the entire night. Karen smiled, handing you back your cup.

You took a sip, it burned, but it would do the trick.

The music boomed from the living room, you were tempted to dance, but not with a cup of vodka in your hand.

Karen grabbed a beer bottle from the cooler on the ground and opened it with a satisfying pop.

“What happens if he tries to talk to me?” You asked quietly.

“Then I’ll swoop up and go full mama bear on him. He won’t even know what will hit him.”

Just imagining Karen smack Arthur was a funny thought.

You sipped more of your vodka, feeling looser and looser. Atleast you weren’t quite as on edge as you were.

Arthur probably wouldn’t be dancing, he was never much for dancing, perhaps that would be safe to do. If he wasn’t dancing, or in the kitchen, where was he? Luckily Tilly’s house was big, she had worked like hell to get it. There was the basement of course, and the backyard bonfire. The dance floor seemed the only safe place.

“Can we go dancing?” You asked Karen.

“Sure, but let’s wait for Mary Beth and Sadie first,” She said, taking a long swig from her beer.

You watched the doorway to the kitchen, praying every person that walked in wouldn’t be him. It was unavoidable of course, but if you were able to put it off, you sure as hell would.

Mary Beth and Sadie entered. Mary Beth was beautiful, wearing a floral romper, black open toed sandals and wavy curls. Sadie was stunning as well, with her ripped jeans and band shirt, she was wearing a leather jacket too, however, not quite the same as Karen. Sadie had French braids in, and a new piercing on her ear it seemed.

Mary Beth gave you a tight hug.

“How are you doing?” She asked you.

“I’m fine, I guess. I heard Arthur’s here, which won’t be too good,” You shrugged, taking another sip from your cup.

Mary Beth’s shoulders went slack, she gave you a sympathetic look.

“We saw him earlier. He looks just as miserable, trust me,” Sadie told you with a wave of her hand. Karen handed her a beer.

“Karen and I will beat him up for you, trust me,” Sadie nudged Karen with her elbow.

“I know you guys will. Mary Beth and I will cheer you guys on from the sidelines,” You laughed again.

“Go Karen! Go Sadie! You beat Arthur Morgan up!” Mary Beth gave her peppiest cheer.

“Who’s beating up Arthur?” A voice asked from around the corner.

Dutch.

Sadie groaned, mumbling something under her breath.

“Be calm, my ladies. I’m just bringing my men some drinks, I’ll be gone soon enough,” He said dismissively.

“Where’s Arthur?” Sadie asked him, glaring at him as he pulled some beers from the cooler.

“Backyard with the rest of us. I’d avoid it if I was you, rest of the guys are cheering him up.”

“Cheering him up?” Karen scoffed.

“Last time I checked, he broke up with her,” She continued.

“That's none of my business.” Dutch gathered his beers and headed for the door.

“You ladies have a good night,” He said while leaving.

“We sure as hell will,” Sadie narrowed her eyes.

Karen and Mary Beth burst out with laughter.

“Let’s go dance!” Karen cheered, pulling you with her. Your cup of vodka was discarded at the kitchen counter.

The dance floor didn’t seem quite as menacing anymore, no wonder they called alcohol, liquid courage. Body’s swayed in the dark mass of people. The bright strobe lights were damn near blinding.

Karen and Mary Beth already began dancing, their arms moving to the tune, body’s swaying. Sadie wasn’t much of a dancer, but she seemed to like this song.

So why weren’t you dancing? You were motionless in the sea of people, your eyes wandering to the screen door that led to the backyard.

You couldn’t see out, but you knew he was there. The music seemed to fade away, almost like falling asleep. You were awake one moment, and you were in the realms of sleep moments later.

The outside looked like a portal, mysterious and intriguing. It was right there. He was right there. You could so easily walk out there and tell him how much you’ve missed him, praying he would take you back.

But Arthur didn’t want to see you. It was over, you were both finished.

It’s like your heart beat with him, like you could feel him just on the other side of the barrier between you.

Sadie shouting your name woke you up from your trance. It was somehow even more ear splitting than the deafening music.

“What?” You shouted over the music.

“Are you okay?” She responded, looking into your tear filled eyes.

“Can we go talk?”

Sadie nodded, pulling you aside, she led you through the crowd to the kitchen again. The only safe place in the house it seemed.

It was much quieter now. Your heart thrummed in your ear like a steady drum.

“Have you talked to Arthur at all?” Sadie asked, leaning against the counter.

“No, not since he broke up with me,” You bit your lip, the words came out choked.

“Well, I did. I talked to him yesterday. He’s not handling it very well. I know you want to talk to him.”

“No, not since he broke up with me,” You bit your lip, the words came out choked.

“Well, I did. I talked to him yesterday. He’s not handling it very well. I know you want to talk to him.”

“What did he say?”

“For starters, he was drunk out of his mind. I had to swing by his apartment to make sure he didn’t die,” Sadie continued.

“Thank you for taking care of him, Sadie.”

“Yep. But, he was pretty much out of it. He mumbled a few things about you, I’d never seen him so distraught. I got him in bed though.”

You wiped away your tears, giving Sadie a hug. She always did give the best hugs.

“I think it would be in your best interest to talk to him. Maybe not tonight, but in the next few days. I think it would bring some closure for the both of you,” She told you.

“Yeah, I think so too. I’m just afraid, what if I can’t do it or he yells at me?” You felt weak, embarrassed that you were acting so fragile.

“Then, like I said, Karen and I will swoop in there.”

“Thank you Sadie, seriously. Where would I be without you?”

“Probably dead in all honesty.” She laughed.

You stared at her for a moment.

“Let’s go dance some more,” You said with newly found cheer.

This time, you led Sadie to the floor. Mary Beth and Karen were still dancing like the goddesses they are.

You swayed to the music, letting your body feel the music. You let go of worry for a moment's notice. The music was uplifting and fast, a song you could dance to.

Worries and fears melted away, in that moment, it was only you and the music. Nothing else mattered. You felt like the only person in the room, above all else.

Karen, Mary Beth, and Sadie were all elated to see you dance like no one was watching.

The song was coming to an end, and you felt yourself slow. Like your veins were stopping pushing blood through your body.

You were coming down from your high, your cloud nine experience. When the music finally stopped, you took in your surroundings. Looking towards the screen door, you saw him.

Arthur was there. In the corner. He was staring directly at you.

You instantly felt sick, you split through the crowd, racing to the front door. It was all too much.

The crowd was left behind, your friends shouting your name.

Anxiety filled your entire body like a virus, taking over every part of your being.

You reached the door, pulling it open, relishing the feeling of the cool air on your skin. It was too damn hot in that house. You slid against the porch, falling to the concrete with a thud.

Tears fell from your eyes freely. A thousand memories, a thousand thoughts rushed through your mind like a tsunami, forcefully upturning everything you had ever known. Your face felt hot, but the cool air felt absolutely wonderful on your hot skin. You tried wiping away the tears but they kept falling. It felt suffocating, like you were trapped in your own body.

The front door opened, letting the noise from the party enter your small slice of heaven. You looked up. Mary Beth, Sadie and Karen watched you with caring eyes.

“Arthur was just coming in for a beer,” Sadie said first.

You rested your head on your knees, looking up at your best friend’s.

“He really was. He didn’t know you were here,” Mary Beth continued.

“I think I just want to be alone right now,” You mumbled, staring out towards the deserted street.

“Alright, well, we’ll come check up on you in thirty minutes, okay?” Karen opened the door, looking at you one last time.

You nodded, continuing to stare at the street. You could see the lights from the city. Your home was there, everything you had ever known resided in that city. You wondered what would have happened if you went with Arthur to his new job, everything would be different, and you sure as hell wouldn’t be sitting on your friend’s porch crying your eyes out at a party.

Minutes passed as the tears rolled on. The lights twinkled from the city.

Arthur was hurting too, you remembered. Neither of you had much of a choice, you still loved him, as much as you didn’t want to, you did. Your heart ached at just the thought of him, your chest felt heavy.

You inhaled deeply, you shook with every breath. The tears kept coming. It was a mistake to come to this party, you would rather be at home in bed, with a bottle of whiskey and ice cream.

The door slowly pushed open. You didn’t bother looking up.

“Nice night, ain’t it?”

You froze, your heart pounding in your ears.

“Go away,” You said, your voice weak.

Arthur was silent, he leaned against the doorframe. You didn’t dare look at him.

“I know you don’t want to see me.”

This time, it was your turn to be silent. You allowed your head to fall against the wall. Arthur sat down next to you. You immediately felt your body tense up, like a big red warning sign was going off in your head.

“But we need to talk.”

“About what, Arthur? What could you possibly have to say to me?” You snapped at him. It was like the words weren’t even yours, anger consumed you.

“I don’t know. I guess that I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry? You’re fucking sorry?” You stood up, brushing yourself off, turning away from him.

“You know I had no choice,” Arthur said, almost accusingly.

You scoffed bitterly, you turned to face him. His face shattered your heart, it was like his eyes were begging you to understand. Tears welled in your eyes again as you felt your anger crumble into sadness.

“Where did we go wrong?” You asked him, your bottom lip trembling. All you wanted was a hug, and him to tell you it was alright. You wanted him back in your bed, wanted him to hold you when things got rough, to whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

“I don’t know,” Arthur said quietly. He looked as handsome as ever.

“I’m sorry, Arthur,” You slowly walked towards him, your hand reaching up like you were waiting for permission, your hand was right in front of his chest. He leaned into it, and pulled you into a hug.

You sobbed into his chest, it felt so good to just get it all out, he gently caressed your hair. The two of you stayed that way for what seemed like hours. His hug felt so secure, like you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

“I’ve missed you,” Arthur said. The single sentence held so much meaning, so much depth.

You let go off his warm body, looking directly into his eyes that seemed to peer right into your very soul. God, he was handsome.

“I’m not taking the job in Phoenix,” He said after a moment.

You lightly gasped.

“You’re not?”

Arthur shook his head.

“Why?”

“I realized there’s a lot more here for me than there is in Arizona,” Arthur reached out, and lightly held your chin, forcing you to look directly at him. You slowly leaned into him, your eyes fluttering shut.

It felt like the first time. He kissed you slowly, it was welcoming and intoxicating. Arthur felt like home. He was your home.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes looked like they were swirling, clouded with emotion.

“Can we just go back to normal?” You asked.

“I’ve never wanted anything more,” Arthur responded. He kissed you again, this time with less hesitance.

“I missed you too,” You said when he pulled away.”

“I know.”

•••