#i hate their tic tac heads

[plamtae]

explodes them with my mind

[m3vl0vesu]

Too safe

Red Hood x Reader No real warning, just a bit of sleep deprivation. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

A tired Red Hood had just stepped into your apartment for the umpteenth time this month. Despite him being built like a tank, you never, never, heard him coming in. It’s not exactly the best thought to know that the crime lord could just easily break into this shitty place you called home. If being on the fifth floor didn’t stop him, why and how would some lousy lock? 

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He’s less than pleased when he sees his latest interest wide awake. That was another thing you also should be concerned about, the way he had a habit of breaking in just to…watch you sleep. Not in a weird way! Of course, it was…friendly. Yeah, friendly. He watched you through the helmet, the way your eyes were barely paying attention to the bright screen, the way your hair looked messier than usual, the way the only sound that filled the room was your breathing. He loved and hated seeing his precious person so exhausted. Your skin crawled at the robotic voice calling your name, almost jumping. But you knew, knew that it was him, knew that he’s been later than usual and that he’d probably try to drag your body to bed

“Red.” Wow, when did your throat get so dry? Where was the water bottle, or water bottles? You rubbed at your eyes, it didn’t help but oh well. What was the time? You were still in your apartment right? You were so out of it, countless hours had passed since your e/c eyes weren't glued to a device that your eyes actually stung when you looked away. “It’s almost four.” The robotic voice spoke again, that pounding head of yours finally faced the familiar tic tac shaped helmet. “I…knew that.” Nope, you did not. “Why aren’t you asleep?” For some reason he had the ability to pull the answers out of you, even if your brain didn’t really process the questions. Maybe it came with the whole vigilante schtick. Or the fact that he had killed people before…probably the latter. “Can’t.” The one word answers and shrugs will have to do for now, you needed water. Sadly the water bottles that were scattered in front of you were all empty. Huh. You didn’t remember drinking all that, but then again most of the week was a blur. Work, home, Gotham's shittiness. All an endless cycle of despair that you were trapped in… “Hey.” Right. Red was still here “Hm?” Or was she hallucinating again? God, everything felt heavy. The clothes on your back, the hair on your head…your eyes…

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“Drink this.” Huh? Oh, right. He was here.

Your eyes glanced at the littered coffee table, clean water in a clean glass. Swore they were all dirty. As one hand steadied her laptop sitting on her…lap, one lifted the glass to your lips. It soothed your dry throat but it was an odd feeling knowing who was staring at you, well you didn’t really know him but you get the gist. His presence certainly didn’t go unnoticed, I mean who could ignore the literal brick wall towering over them as they sat on their worn out couch. Not you. “Your eyes are bloodshot” were they? “And your eye bags…” Hearing the sigh that escaped him didn’t surprise you, after all failure expects disappointment. As seconds pass by you continue with the doom-scrolling, eyes only just scanning over the media. There's a second sigh, you practically could hear the eye roll. “No more, of whatever you're doing.” he said, gesturing towards you. Ouch. Why did that kinda hurt? Did you need to be doing something right now? Emails…? As your brain tries to use its last working cells you feel the device being pulled away from your hands. “No-hey…” you tried your best to be annoyed but really you were too weak to fight back. You did need sleep but…no you couldn’t. “Let's get you to bed.” Curse him. Curse his amazing physique, curse his demanding aura, curse him. Even with the voice modulator you could tell that he was being genuinely caring, something you probably needed. “But I have stuff to do, I know it. Maybe with work I...”

You were rambling, your ears tuning out the sound of your own voice. Why was this armed man never annoyed with you? You could faintly feel his gloved hands on the small of her back. Gloved, they were always gloved. Maybe he was a germaphobe? Hah…that would be funny. You feel the softness of your covers take over you and you realise he’s winning. “My laptop is-” “Safe and not needed.” Awh. You wanted the last word.

 Knowing this was the first time you had touched your bed in like 58 hours was making it hard to come up with some snarky remark. Maybe…a nap wouldn’t hurt. Was she still rambling, was he still here? She probably should be hoping that he wasn’t but for some reason, some idiotic reason, she felt safe with him. Too safe…but it was probably nothing. . . . He was tired, but seeing you finally asleep set something off in him. This certainly wasn’t the last time he would smile softly at her behind the helmet, and it certainly wasn’t the first. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

A/N:I am very sleep deprived sadly :'( Always let me know what you think and what I could improve on!! Like always M3v loves YOU

[stuckinthesun]

༝༚༝༚ Tic-Tac-Toe ༝༚༝༚ — Part Two

Part One

Black suit mod!Leon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: nsfw mdni, drunk sex, p in v, semi-public sex, pet names, riding, spanking, fingering, handjob, unprotected sex (please wrap it jfc)

wc: 2.8k

Ashley got dragged away from you again by another group of people just dying to know about her experience. You honestly felt bad for your friend and you would’ve stayed with her, but with how much you’ve drank you couldn’t trust your mouth right now.

So instead you decided to get some air.

The cool night air hit your face the moment you stepped out of the banquet hall, instantly making your head feel clearer.

Well, almost clear.

It seemed no matter how many glasses of champagne you drank, you couldn’t get Leon out of your head. How good he looked in that dark suit, the sound of his laugh, the feeling of his fingers trailing up your thigh.

God, you’re blushing just thinking about it!

Subconsciously you look down at your leg, at the unfinished game of tic-tac-toe still marking your skin. The one X he left on you stands out against all your markings, and you brush your fingers over it.

“Hey, there you are.” A deep voice startled you, making you jump and turn around.

Leon stood there with an easy smile and a half-empty glass of champagne. He looked the same as before, except his tie was loose and his cheeks were tinted pink with alcohol.

So sexy and disheveled, great.

You blink at him for a second as his words sink in, “Were you looking for me?”

The pink on his face deepens, “Well, I wanted to know if you were up for finishing our game of tic-tac-toe. Would hate to leave it unfinished on your leg.”

You look down at your leg again before smiling at him, “Well I hope you brought a pen because I left mine back inside.”

“I have one in my car,” He shrugs, looking out into the parking lot of the hall toward where you assume his car is.

“Mr. Kennedy,” You say dramatically, pretending to be scandalized, “Are you inviting me to your car? Alone? In the middle of a party while we’re both intoxicated?”

Leon lets out a surprised chuckle and you notice the color on his face deepen more, “You’re making it sound like high school.”

That makes you laugh before you shake your head and smile, “Alright well, as long as you don’t plan on driving, then I’d love to join you in your car for some leg tic-tac-toe.”

“I promise I won’t be driving,” Leon smiled back at you before nodding his head in the direction of his car.

“I’m surprised you were able to escape the vultures inside.” You joked as the both of you snuck away toward Leon’s car drunkenly.

The blonde smirked, “I’m damn good at my job, Miss. If I couldn’t escape a bunch of drunk old men, then I wouldn’t have been able to save your friend.”

“I guess you have a point,” You hum, noticing the nice car you’re approaching.

Leon pulls out a set of keys from his dress pants before unlocking the vehicle. Stepping up to the sleek black car, he opens the passenger door for you.

“Thank you,” You blushed slightly before slipping inside, and you made sure your dress was completely in the car before Leon carefully closed the door.

You looked around the interior of the car as Leon jogged around to the driver's side, it was fairly clean. So clean in fact, it made you wonder just how often Leon was away on those scary missions like the one to save your best friend.

The car door slamming shut brings you back to the moment and you look up to see Leon placing his champagne glass in the cup holder, “Oh my god, did you steal that?”

“No? I’ll probably take it back,” He shrugged, opening up the middle console and pulling out a pen, “Besides we know the President, it’ll be fine.”

“This is true,” You nod and shimmy yourself in your seat so you can once again prop your legs up in his lap. The stretch across the console was uncomfortable but you would make it work, “Alright Kennedy, enough chitchat. It’s game time.”

“Oh, suddenly you’re competitive?” Leon raised an eyebrow as he popped the cap off the pen and grabbed your leg.

The awkward angle made it difficult for him to see the game of tic-tac-toe, so you tried to shift yourself again, “I’ve always been competitive, you just didn’t see it before because we were so rudely interrup- huh?!”

You were cut off mid-sentence by Leon, apparently frustrated with the angle of your legs, leaning forward to wrap an arm around your waist, the other around your leg, and pull you to straddle his lap.

“That’s better,” Leon hummed, quickly marking your skin with another X before looking up at you with a smirk, “Your turn.”

You stare at him, completely caught off guard by his actions. He just continues to smirk at you, pushing the pen into your hand as he indicates toward the game of X’s and O’s.

A blush heats your skin as you feel his hands on your thighs, his fingers once again tangling in your tights and making your breath hitch.

“This okay?” Leon asked, voice teasing but you could tell the question was genuine. If you said you were uncomfortable and wanted to get off, you truly believe he would let you without a second thought.

This thought brings you reassurance for some reason and you smirk back at him, “Course, just need to get comfortable.”

Leon doesn’t get to reply before you’re sitting up a little, and pulling the skirt of your dress out from under you. Honestly, it had been uncomfortable, the fabric pulling tightly against your skin since Leon hadn’t bothered to adjust it before moving you. Now the skirt of your dress pools around your waist, and your warm center sits on his lap only covered by your panties and some string.

His grip on your thighs tightens, making his fingers tug at your tights and tearing them ever so slightly. Your smirk just deepens, “That’s better.”

Finally, you take your turn drawing an O right below his, successfully cutting him off. You hand the pen back to him with a triumphant smile.

“Don’t get too excited,” Leon says, quickly drawing an X across from his previous one.

“Why not? I’m obviously going to win.” You quickly take back the pen and make your move.

“Oh you think so, do you?” Leon’s marking your skin again, the drag of the pen almost hurts.

“Yeah, I do!” You cry out as you draw a messy O and look up at Leon who’s already looking at you with something close to wonder.

Then suddenly, he’s kissing you.

Leon’s hands grab the sides of your face and tug you closer, smashing your lips together. You kiss back without a second thought, dropping the pen in your hand to run your fingers through his hair, pulling him into you.

The kiss is desperate, it’s exactly how both of you have felt since the first time you met inside the banquet hall. His tongue runs along your bottom lip and you're quick to give him access, opening your mouth and moaning at the feeling of his tongue against yours.

Leon’s hands slide along your body, feeling every curve of your smooth skin. Your hands slide down his shoulders, pulling his suit jacket with you. Understanding, Leon sits up without breaking the kiss and quickly shrugs out of his coat.

Flinging the article of clothing to the back of the car, Leon leans back into his seat. His hands glide up your back, following along the teeth of the zipper until he finds the handle.

You feel him start to pull on the small piece of metal, exposing your upper back, before he pulls away from the kiss, “Is this okay?”

It’s the same question he asked before, except the teasing tone is replaced by a breathy grunt. Your answer is the same as before too, just instead of answering verbally, you nod frantically as you tug his tie off from around his neck.

You throw the piece of silk into the passenger seat as Leon finishes unzipping your dress, letting it hang loosely off your shoulders as he kisses your neck. A soft sigh passes between your lips and you tilt your head to the side to give him better access.

“Oh fuck,” You moan, rolling your hips down against his and feeling his bulge pressing against your barely concealed center.

“Fuck baby,” Leon groans, his head thumping back against the headrest, “Don’t roll your hips like that till I’m inside you.”

“Then hurry,” You whine, reaching between the two of you to start undoing his belt. The straps of your dress slip from your shoulders as you do so, exposing your bra to Leon.

As you make quick work of pulling the leather strap from the metal buckle, you feel his large hand cup your breast. You whine again and push your chest out so he can get a better feel, and you can’t help but close your eyes when he squeezes.

“God you’re really beautiful,” Leon whispers, leaning forward to press open-mouth kisses against your collarbone as you finally pull his belt free from his dress pants, “I’ve been wanting to do this since I first saw you. When I first brought Ashley back.”

That has you pausing. You open your eyes and lean away from him furrowing your eyebrows, “Really?”

“Yeah.” Leon nodded, looking at you with lust-filled eyes, “I didn’t say anything for obvious reasons.”

“You didn’t even know my name earlier,” You pointed out, frowning even more.

“Like I said before, you never told me your name!”

“Yeah, but why didn’t you ask anyone or I don’t know get your spy people to look it up?”

“First off, I’m not a spy.” Leon said chuckling and you just rolled your eyes, “And second, I wanted you to tell me your name.”

Your eyes widen as your chest fills with a sudden warmth. A line like that shouldn’t be all that romantic, and yet for some reason you’re blushing.

Throwing the belt next to the tie in the passenger seat, you grab the collar of Leon’s shirt and pull him into a kiss. It’s messy and heated, much like the first one, but it doesn’t last as long. You quickly pull back, leaning away from the agent as he tries to chase you for another one, and beg, “Please fuck me.”

Leon stops in his attempt at trying to capture your lips again and smirks, “I will, sweetheart, don’t worry.”

Suddenly your dress is over your head and being thrown into the back of the car. You shiver a little, at both the air on your skin and the feeling of being exposed, before you pull his vest off.

His hands glide along your thighs as he kisses your neck and collarbone, stopping at your ass and squeezing. You moan, unbuttoning his pants and untucking his dress shirt.

You feel his fingers lace in between the wide gaps in your tights, and you barely have a second to realize what he’s going to do before he pulls. A loud ripping sound fills the car as you feel Leon rip the crotch of your fishnets wide open.

“Been thinking about doing that all night.” Leon hums, pushing your panties to the side through the gap he made, exposing your dripping pussy.

You gasp, rolling your hips to push back against his hand and you feel him slip his middle finger inside of you, making you cry out, “Already so wet and I hadn’t even touched you yet.”

“Please Leon,” You beg, rocking back against the digit inside of you.

“Need to get out of these pants first.” Leon mumbles, bucking his hips up as if to remind you that his cock is still tucked inside his pants.

You nod, leaning your forehead against his as you look down and begin unbuttoning his slacks. His finger inside of you begins to thrust, curling up just right and rubbing against your G-spot. You let out a long moan, your fingers stuttering against his zipper, causing Leon to hiss and thrust up.

“Come on honey, pull me out so I can get inside this pussy.” Leon says, pushing another finger inside of you and making you see stars.

Quickly you pull Leon’s cock from his dress pants, him lifting his hips slightly so you can pull both the slacks and his underwear down his thighs a little. Once he was finally free from the restraints of his pants, you spit in your palm before wrapping it around his shaft and pumping.

Leon let out a surprised groan, his grip on your ass tightening and his fingers inside of you suddenly reaching deeper, “S-shit baby. Won’t last long if you keep doing that.”

“Then fucking fuck me,” You huff breathlessly, impatient and so turned on.

A loud smack sound rings out, followed by a burning pain on your right asscheek that makes you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

Leon spanked you. Leon just fucking spanked you and you moaned.

Leon looks at you with amusement, “You’re the one who wrapped your hand around my dick instead of your cunt.”

“I can’t exactly get your dick inside me with your fingers in the way,” You glare at him, squeezing the base of his cock just to see his face pinch in pleasure.

“Fine,” Leon grits, removing his fingers from inside you and pulling your hips to align better with his. Your hand fell away from his cock and you quickly gripped the back of the seat as Leon pushed himself inside of you without warning.

Both of you cried out, you louder than him, as he bottomed out, seating himself fully inside of you. Neither of you moved, you trying to adjust to the size of him, and him trying not to cum instantly at the feeling of your warm, wet cunt wrapped so tightly around him.

“There, that better?” Leon asked after a moment of silence and all you could do was nod. You felt his hands on your thighs again, rubbing up and down, every once in a while pulling at the fishnets and letting them snap back against your skin, “Yeah? Then why don’t you try moving those hips for me like you did earlier.”

Slowly you begin to roll your hips around his cock buried inside of you. Leon’s hands instantly stop to rest on the juncture between your hips and thighs, fingers squeezing into the meat of your skin and encouraging your movements, “Fuck there you go, good girl.”

The stimulation and the praise make you moan and ride him faster, your hands move to grip his shoulders as you begin bouncing a little. Leon curses and thrusts up into you, somehow reaching deeper and pushing against your cervix.

“Holy shit,” You moan when Leon pushes a hand between you and begins rubbing your clit, his other hand cupping the back of your head as he presses kisses to your jaw, “Leon, I’m gonna- fuck I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum baby, cum on my cock. Show me how good I make you feel.” Leon groans against your skin, his fingers moving faster against your clit and his hips thrusting up harder.

With a shout of the agent's name, you came, hard, your body tightening up and shaking from the amount of pleasure you felt. Leon fucked you through it, trying not to cum until he could pull out, but the feeling of your walls clamping around him was too much and he was tipping over the edge right with you.

You felt Leon’s hot cum spill inside of you, filling you up and causing another wave of pleasure to shoot through your body. His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer and the two of you sat there together as you came down from your highs.

After a moment you pull away from the embrace and look at the man beneath you. Leon’s blue eyes were hazy as he stared at you and puckered his lips, asking for a kiss. You giggled and gave him one, hand sliding up his neck and cupping his cheeks.

“I have a hotel not too far from here if you want to get cleaned up,” Leon mumbled into the kiss.

You smirked, “You have an entire hotel? What exactly do they pay you?”

“I have a hotel room, smart ass.” Leon huffed, rolling his eyes and pulling away from you.

A chuckle escapes you, “Yeah I’ll go to your hotel room with you, on one condition.”

“Oh?” Leon raises an eyebrow, his hands resting on your thighs, “And what’s that?”

“We actually finish this game of tic-tac-toe.”

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I did it guys I finally finished it!!! Hope it was worth the wait😭

[fallstaticexit]

After the inevitable conflict between Lyric and Myrah mom ends their family dinner, Mel visits his old stomping grounds. The only good thing to come out of his parent's divorce as a child was moving to San Sequoia and meeting his friends and future wife. He really can't imagine his life without his tribe.

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Bonus: NOOOOO absolutely not

Loren: Hello?

Mel: Hey, Loren.

Loren: Hey.

Mel: Guess where I am.

Loren: Beats me. Where are you?

Mel: We used to loiter at the old pier when we were kids—me, you, and Aiden. Our rounds of tic-tac-toe and hangman are still etched into the old, rotten wood. Aiden didn’t know how to spell Mila Kunis and spelled it Mila Kunes, so we were playing for like an hour trying to figure out what the hell the word was. [chuckles] Remember?

Loren: Yeah. I remember, Mel.

Mel: Yeah...

Mel: Listen... I wanted to call because we haven’t talked about what happened.

Loren: I really don’t know what to say.

Mel: No, I know. I just- I wanted you and Maeve to know how sorry we are about all of this. You know we raised Selene better than that, and it really surprised and disappointed us.

Loren: We were disappointed too.

Loren: As a parent, you prepare for the big heartbreak, but I never imagined it would hurt like this. We’re having to rebuild our daughter from the ground up. It’s devastating. She didn’t deserve that.

Mel: I know. I feel so awful...

Loren: [sighs] You didn’t do anything, Mel. Selene is an adult, and she made a choice. A fucked-up one, but a choice nonetheless, and now we process and we move on.

Mel: Selene’s dropping from the tour.

Loren: Zoey would hate that. Despite everything, she would still want Selene to compete. At least to kick her ass, anyway.

Mel: Zoey’s an amazing young woman. You and Maeve did a great job.

Loren: Selene’s a good kid, too. A dumbass, but good. I don’t hate her. I love her like she’s my own. I just need her to work through her shit.

Mel: And are we still cool?

Loren: Yesss, Starboy. We’re cool. But if your daughter comes within 10 feet of mine, I’m going to kick her and your ass—at least for now.

Mel: Understood.

Loren: I love you, Mel. You and Nina are our family, always, ok? Anyway, I’m going to turn in for the night. Talk to you later-

Mel: Wait, there’s one more thing! My mom married a man half her age and didn’t tell anyone.

Loren: Fucking Myrah! [laughs]

Mel: Ok, there’s another. Olive is doing the same thing, except it’s a rich milf or something?

Loren: How many times do I have to tell you and Aiden, they’re not Milfs when they’re our age.

Mel: [chuckles] Night Loren.

Nina: Hey, you. Ready to head back to the hotel?

Mel: Yeah, but sit with me first. I just got off the phone with Loren. We were talking about Selene.

Nina: How’d that go?

Mel: We’re good. Just wish our kids were. I feel like the twins don’t think they can come and talk to us anymore.

Nina: Or maybe they’re in their 20s and they think they have it all figured out. Sounds familiar?

Mel: Is it really the same thing over and over?

Nina: But this time, we’re going to make sure we’re listening. If there’s anything I learned about your mother and Lyric, it’s that our children will always want to be heard. We should give them that when they’re ready to speak.

Mel: You always know what to say.

Nina: I learned by loving you.

Mel: Off subject but...remember that thing I said I always wanted to do?

Nina: Mel. It’s like...11pm at night.

Mel: Come onnn, nobody’s around. It’ll be quick.

Nina: Once you get started, you never want to stop.

Mel: We’ll use a safe word. The moment you want to stop, we’ll stop.

Nina: Just be gentle. We’re not in our 20s anymore.

Mel: We’ll go nice and slow.

Mel: [panting] See? That wasn’t so bad.

Nina: [breathlessly] Easy... for you to say...what happened to nice and slow?

Mel: Want to go again?

Nina: ...yeah, but hurry before someone calls the police. [laughs]

Mel: Hold on tight.

Nina: [squeals] Wait! I’m slipping!!

Mel: I said hold on! I’m gonna do a big spin.

Nina: OK! OK! Go!

[discount-shades]

Sleepy Baby Part 1

a/n: I got this in my head and couldn’t find another fic that mentioned it. This is the first fic I've ever written.

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin/reader

Warning: brief mentions of car crash and cheating

Word Count: 1100 ish

Summary: Jake must defend his call sign to a stranger, and he is on a timer. 

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You checked the timer on your phone for the third time, sighing at the 32 minutes remaining. One hour, every week, socializing with strangers. That was the deal you made with your therapist. 

Eighteen months after a horrific car crash killed your fiancé and childhood best friend your therapist suggested you ‘get back out there.’ It wasn’t just their deaths that you were working through in your twice monthly therapy sessions. It was the fact that she was blowing him when they crashed. You thought that was something that only happened in movies and tv shows.  Your grief was… complicated. 

So here you were at the bar of the week nursing a whiskey sour until the timer on your phone said you could go home. You surreptitiously glance around. Judging by the uniforms of the other patrons and the décor the Hard Deck was a military bar. You massage your temples and check your phone again, 29 minutes to go. 

“Need some company while you wait for your date?” You glance to your left at the southern drawl. An unfairly handsome man in a uniform with green eyes is looking down at you and you stare a little too long. “I’ve been watching you check your phone,” he explains, “he’s an idiot to keep you waiting.“ 

“I'm not expecting company,” you roll your eyes at him. “But thank you for assuming I’m being stood up. It was definitely the vibe I was going for.” You take another sip of your drink so you have something to do with your hands. 

A slow smile breaks out across his face. “In that case I’m Hangman.”

“I'm sorry your parents hated you.”

At your deadpan response he chuckles. “It’s my call sign,” he explains smugly. “I'm a fighter pilot.” He is easily the most attractive man in the bar and he knows it, and there is something about his inflated ego that makes you want to pop it. Just a little.

“Hangman like the spelling game?” you ask and he nods and brushes your arm, leaning into you.

You hum noncommittally, cocking your head as you look at him. “You know some schools discourage playing hangman.” You tell him. “They don’t want to encourage violence in children so they play Sleepy Baby instead.”

“Sleepy Baby?” He asks in confusion, leaning back.

“Yeah, you draw a baby in a crib instead of a man on the gallows,” you grin at his scandalized expression. “You could change your pilot name to Sleepy Baby, so you don’t scare the children and all.” 

“Darling, you are the only one I’d let call me ‘baby’.” You laugh at his smooth recovery. “What’s your name, beautiful?” He is charming despite his ego and his intense stare is giving you butterflies. 

“Tic-tac-toe.” 

“Imma call you Hugs and Kisses and you can call me Baby.” You can’t help but laugh at his confidence. 

“So if you are not waiting for anyone why are you always checking on your phone?” The pilot sits down beside you leaning forward again so his knees brush against yours. 

You contemplate your answer before deciding that fuck it, you will be at another bar next week and will never see the handsome pilot again so might as well be honest. “My therapist has suggested that I should ‘socialize with adults that are not coworkers or the children I work with.’” You explain. “So one hour a week I must socialize.” You wave your hand vaguely at the bar. 

“Are you one of those teachers banning hangman?” He asks in mock outrage, graciously glossing over most of your explanation. 

“Child Activity Coordinator at a local library actually, but yeah I’ve been know to play a few rounds of Sleepy Baby.” You say with a shrug.“ Some parents get upset at certain things and it’s easier just to avoid it than die on the hill of hangman. Plus there was one little boy who would cry when the man was hung so it was best to avoid the tears.”

“He would cry every time?” The green eyed pilot has a fond smile on his face. 

You nodded. “I mean the same kid also cried when someone stole his imaginary kitten so some things can’t be helped but sometimes it’s just easier to avoid it.” You said with a grin remembering the moment. 

“It’s hard to believe we live in a world where imaginary kittens aren’t even safe.” He shakes his head solemnly and you burst out laughing. The unexpected arrival of the cocky pilot has been a delightful addition to your evening. 

“So one hour a week?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. “How much time do I have left?”

You check your phone, “you have 17 minutes, Flyboy.” You grin. “So what made you join the AirForce?”

He looks offended. “Darling, I'm a Naval Aviator.” 

You blink blankly at him. “I was genuinely not aware the Navy had pilots.” 

“The navy has aircraft carriers,” he grins “who do you think flies the planes?”

“Honestly, I never thought about it and I think I just assumed it was a Navy / Air Force cooperation situation.” You trail off still thinking before shrugging. “I guess you learn something new every day.”

“I could teach you something else,” he sends you a flirty wink.

“I think I’ve reached my knowledge quota for the day,” you laugh back. “But what did you learn today?”

“That my call sign breaks the heart of little boys and their stolen imaginary kittens, and I could use a therapist that suggests going to a bar.”

“Good news Sleepy Baby, I don't think you needed the help to make it here.”

You feel your phone vibrate in your pocket notifying you that your hour is up and a not so small part of you is disappointed. You pull your phone out and hold up the timer to the pilot in front of you. “That’s time.”

“Can I get your number?” He asks hopefully as you gather your purse and finish your drink. “We could spend the full hour together next time, therapists advice on socializing and all.”

“I’ll pass this time, but next time, who knows?” You say as you stand, feeling a little sad that you will never see him again. 

“As long as you remember, Hugs and Kisses, I’m in the Navy.” 

You look up at him grinning. “Don’t worry, I’ll remember.” 

As you leave you walk by the jukebox glancing down and see the perfect song on the track lists. You hit the number grinning to yourself as you walk to the door. 

When you reach the exit you turn around and find the green eyed pilot has made his way back to some others in uniforms at the pool table. “Hey Baby,” you call out over the noise of the bar. You grin when he looks up eagerly as the Village People begins to play over the jukebox. “This song’s for you!”  You shoot him a mock salute as you walk out the door. 

[skelly-words]

more bf!sukuna hcs, but he’s insufferable and stuck in my head. this is part 4…

warning: some NSFW, slight intox, minors DNI

NEVER lets you drive. he’s so misogynistic. “females are bad drivers” ass bitch. "you're gonna wrap us around a tree."

claims to despise when you baby him e.g. forehead kisses, scratching his back to put him to sleep, even fucking cuddling. don’t believe that shit for a second but pretend to and stop until he starts acting grateful.

way too confrontational to be taken out in public. just pretend you don’t know him when he’s pulling a gun on someone who stepped on his shoes.

you’d be broke if you bailed him out of jail every fucking time. at least let him marinate there all night before folding or call his dad to do it instead.

so messy. it's unintentional, but sukuna just leaves a trail of disorder in his wake. throw pillows on the floor, shoes in the walkway, and always leaving the lights on despite complaining about the utility bill.

throw him outside to do yardwork or something. he loves that shit. putting in a couple fruit trees, maybe stepping stones. by the end of the summer you have a tiered garden with slate retaining walls and an automatic irrigation system.

why does he have a green thumb? he's in a secret competition with the neighbors for prettiest lawn. and yet, you manage to kill the little succulent garden he planted for you.

a minimalist (derogatory). sukuna is always trying to throw your trinkets and knickknacks away when you're not paying attention.

he loves getting a little fashion show after you buy new clothes. it's one of the few cute things he'll admit to enjoying. it doesn't matter if the outfit is skimpy or modest, hearts are popping out of his eyes like in a fucking cartoon.

doesn't apologize under any circumstances. the word 'sorry,' isn't in his lexicon. however, he will leave his card on the counter before heading to work and pick up flowers on the way home and make reservations at your favorite restaurant. don't expect to hear a real apology though.

super duper tender-headed. you can't even detangle it without him whining. might cry if you try to do braids, twists, any kinda style. fucking pussy

irritating asf. actually hate him, idk why i’m writing this. i'd probably poison him and collect the life insurance.

UMM nsfw

calling sukuna something corny and dominant in bed (sir/daddy/king/etc.) out of the blue would make him nut. and he isn’t even embarrassed about it at all.

incapable of pulling off a quickie. i think this is more endearing than aggravating. he can't hit it right in just ten minutes. he'll ask for more time. and a little more. then it's been an hour and you're likely running late for something.

thinks you're hottest bent over (i'm not even projecting rn bc my ass is flat). don't worry, he thinks your face is cute, missionary is great too. but if you wore one of those pillow case ass house dresses with no panties he'd go crazy. i hate to air him out like this, but it's true. i gotta link this shit so you know what i'm talking about. makes him feral. maybe i am projecting bc i luv those dresses.

but anyway, he'd fall for the 'bend and snap' so bad (legally blonde reference). these are basically crack, sorry

occasionally forgets that foreplay is a thing and tries to go straight from light frenching to stickin it.

i feel like sukuna’s sunday nights are spent getting really high and kissing on you for hours. he just gets the munchies dude. leaving dewy spots of saliva on all your exposed skin. once he’s tasted that, your clothes is peeled off so he can drool on the rest of you. he doesn’t even realize how much of a tease he is. his mouth suctioned to your inner thigh… maybe i should just write this as its own thingy

p sure i said this already, but he’s a biter. gnaws on you like a mf chew toy. it’s an oral fixation thing, if you don’t like it buy him lots of lollipops and tic tacs.

ok i have to stop before i gross myself out. tyty for reading <3<3<3 have a wonderful day.

masterlist if you wanna read the rest

[wolken-himmel]

In which Floyd and (Y/n) get a little bit too distracted during a lesson. Doodling was fine, but messing up a potion?

Well, Floyd seems suspiciously happy to get detention with (Y/n).

Requested by @xantique-dust-bunnyx.

And again, there was this jab to your side that prevented you from properly paying attention to Crewel's alchemy lesson. Whatever the professor was writing onto the board wasn't too important, anyway — just the instructions for brewing a mundane potion. Nonetheless, you copied everything from the board, like the model student you were.

It was only when the poking from your seat neighbour got too bad that you placed your pen down to confront him. To your right sat none other than Floyd Leech, the troublemaker himself. If you had known that he would cause such a ruckus every single lesson, you would have been more adamant about not having him as your lab partner. However, no one ever wanted to pair up with him. Thus, him moving seats was out of the question.

Floyd let out a little huff while he mindlessly continued to jab you in the side. "Pearlie, I'm bored..."

Your left eye twitched at the nickname. "Floyd, I told you to call me (Y/n)," you grumbled in frustration. "How did you even come up with that nickname for me?"

"Well, your smile is as expensive as a pearl," he said without any trace of hesitancy on his face. Instead, his lips were twisted into a smug grin that showed off his sharp teeth.

Your face grew warm, and you hated yourself for not being able to hide the way your lips twitched. Your flustered reaction was all he had wanted, and he thus hummed in satisfaction. Just as you thought he would leave you alone again, he let out a yawn and put his head on your shoulder. You tensed in discomfort, all the while trying to push him away. "Tsk, so what do you need? You've been poking my side ever since the lesson began," you grumbled under your breath. Even while you tried to glare at him the hardest you could, he continued smiling at you innocently.

"Just bored, as always."

"I should have seen that coming." Having reached a point of absolute exasperation, you finally suggested, "Well, do you wanna play tic-tac-toe?"

Floyd perked up at once. "What's that? Another one of your funny human games?"

You hummed while sneakily opening a new page in your notebook. He watched you with fascinated eyes as you grabbed your magical pen and began scribbling something. "I play it all the time when I'm bored in class. It's a good way to pass the time," you explained, a soft smile on your lips. "Here, I've drawn this grid. Then, whenever it's my turn, I place an x. When it's your turn, you place an o. The goal is to have a row of three first."

"Oh, yes! Let's do it." He looked like a child in a candy store, judging from the way his eyes beamed.

A series of chuckles escaped your lips at the sight. You had to admit: whenever he wasn't a little devil, he was quite adorable. It was with child-like vigour that he urged you to begin the game — and so, you did. "Alright, I go first," you muttered and drew a circle in the middle. "Now you place your x."

The merman did as you had asked him to do. You followed with another circle of your own— And so, the game continued, until you had to realised that he had managed to get three in a row first.

"Hehe, I won! This was easy," Floyd cheered. "Again!"

It took you a few seconds to recover from your stupor. You had to admit that you were quite impressed with his ability to pick up on the game so quickly... and to beat you, as well. A little smile made its way to your lips as you teased, "You really seem to like the game, huh?"

He nodded happily. Before you could even congratulate him on his victory, he had already finished drawing a messy grid beneath the previous one. At the speed of light, he had already placed his x in the middle of the grid. You followed with drawing your own circle.

The game ended even quicker than the first round.

Floyd hummed in utter delight. "I won again! For the second time already!"

"Dammit!" you yelled out, only to clasp your hands over your mouth immediately afterwards. However, it had been too late already— the professor had already turned his head to you, and he was now making his way towards you.

You sat there as still as an unmoving rock. As if paralysed, you anxiously watched Crewel pick up your notebook and give the grids of tic-tac-toe a disapproving glare. A disgruntled sigh escaped his lips. "Leech, (L/n)... What is this?" he barked angrily after having slammed the notebook back onto the table.

"Uh—" you stuttered out while your seat neighbour continued to chuckle to himself.

The lack of an answer seemed to anger the professor even more. "Not paying attention to my lesson, are you? I loathe misbehaved puppies..." he grumbled under his breath and narrowed his eyes at your shaking form. "If you catch my attention again today, I'll guarantee that you'll spend your afternoon in detention. Am I clear?"

"Sure, Beakfish," Floyd replied casually, which earned him a glare from the teacher.

Before your situation could become any worse, you stepped between them and cried out, "H-He meant to say 'Yessir!'"

That seemed to have calmed Crewel down. "Good. Now get to brewing the potion," he said before whirling around and disappearing to his desk again.

Once you were left to your own devices again, you managed to let out the breath you had been holding in. The angry thoughts you were holding back vanished at once when you turned to the Octavinelle student to confront him. The insults in your mouth evaporated into thin air when you spotted him dangling some random ingredient over the kettle.

"Hey, Pearlie..." he cooed and tilted his head to the side. "What do you think will happen if I throw this shell into the kettle?"

A sheepish frown appearing on your face, you rushed to his side and carefully pried the shell out of his hands. The panic and adrenaline in your veins subsided once you had placed the unneeded ingredient out of his reach. "We shouldn't put it into the kettle... It's not on the ingredient list," you muttered gently, as if you were talking to a young child. Instead, you reached for a vial filled with white powder and popped the lid off. "How about we add some of this vine sugar? How much do we need?"

Floyd narrowed his eyes at the board in the front, where the recipe had been written down. "Uh... the recipe says three teaspoons," he said absent-mindedly.

"Thanks, Floyd." You hummed in satisfaction and relief at his cooperation. Without wasting any time, you grabbed a teaspoon and began shovelling the sugar into the swirling kettle.

Just as you had dumped the third and final teaspoon into the potion mixture, a sheepish gasp escaped Floyd's lips. "Oops— it's actually one third of a teaspoon!" he cried out, his anguish clearly ingenuine.

Out of shock, you dropped the teaspoon at once.

"You two, Leech and (L/n)! Being mischievous again, aren't you?" Crewel bellowed when he rushed over to your table to stop the disgustingly green liquid inside the kettle from overflowing even more. The colour was way off from the purple it was supposed to be. Even worse, half of the liquid now sploshed around on the floor. The professor looked like he was about to explode, and you shrank back in fear. "Now you get to stay late after class... Oh, and don't you think I forgot about the detention I threatened you with earlier."

"Sir, please—" you cried out, at the end of your wits. "It was an accident!"

"It wasn't, actually. I did it on purpose," Floyd interjected while laughing his soul out at the messy sight.

"Detention. No 'buts'. Have I made myself clear?"

Floyd happily threw his arms into the air. "Yay!"

"Yes..." you muttered dejectedly, too ashamed to properly face the professor.

Crewel hummed before sauntering away again.

A low growl escaped your lips, and your hands were clenched into tight fists when you dared to face your lab partner again. "Why did you do this, Floyd? Now we have to clean up this mess and go to detention later!" you hissed at him in frustration. "I already had some plans to study later—"

He, however, wrapped his arms around you and began jumping up and down, as if he wanted to celebrate something. "Oh, you gotta stop being so uptight! Detention can be fun, if it's with the right people," he explained cheerily. "Now we get to spend more time together, Pearlie! I love hanging out with you, but you never have time for me. Finally, I get to spend some time with you! I'm so looking forward to detention, now."

Too tired to protest against his ministrations, you let out a soft sigh and closed your eyes. Yet, as he continued to shake you up and down, realisation slowly dawned upon you. A knowing smile appeared on your lips. "Is that why you got us detention? Because you wanted to spend more time with me?"

A mischievous chuckle escaped the merman's lips. "Perhaps~"

[hello---cello]

I decided to try my hand at the Fandom Opinion meme : D

Close ups and some small explanations behind my choices under the cut : )

Noah: I just like him. He's my special little man.

Zoey: I liked her a lot more when i was younger but now I just kinda don't feel anything for her anymore. So I went from liking her to feeling neutral, NOT HATING HER JUST HAVING NO OPINION ON HER.

Sugar: She's Sugar and from Pahkitew, a double whammy straight into I-don't-like-her-ville

Scary Girl: I don't get the hype, but her style is impeccable. Also, she gets dimples cause I said so.

Jashawn: One of the best things to come from Pahkitew is their relationship. Also, their height difference is very important to me.

Coderra: It's Coderra. I don't hate Sierra or Cody, but I despise any relationship further than platonic with these two.

Dakota: It's the opposite of Zoey here, I didn't like her personality when I was younger, but I now love her she is a queen. I'm not too fond of the mutation arc (or any mutations in TD in general) but I can understand why it was done.

Harold: I just want to know the name of all the Steve camps he went to. I am 100% sure there are way more than what was mentioned on screen.

Trent: Ok before the before you bring up the nine things, I know. I agree it's not a great plot for Trent. But i enjoy his vibes. But, but but but, His head is the shape of a tic tac. his forehead is huge. (Ironic coming from a Noah enjoyer I know) The camo is also just a no from me.

Cody: He's cringe fail, I'm cringe fail and were both nerds. And I would dress myself in the same way if I didn't live in a country where its hot enough to cook an egg on the pavement 70% of the time.

Gwen: She's artsy and so am I. I'm not a goth but I wouldn't care if my friends were one.

Heather: She's Heather. you watched the show.

[bellysoupset]

Hey Soup~

It's so nice to see you being active again 💞

For a mini fic idea: can we please get a snippet of Max' thoughts after Vince took care of him and they talked a little during that field trip?

As always, feel free to ignore if it's not good enough

(I'm going to come back and comment on so many things in your recent stories soon, but I saw your post about mini fics and thought "why not")

- 💜

Hi darling!! I hope life is treating you well! 💕

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Max felt like he had just been run over by a truck. Physically and emotionally.

He had been so happy about the field trip, not only because at heart he was still a little bit of a kid and really enjoyed all the jumping and running around, but because he had been invited by the kids, unlike other teachers. He was the teacher they trusted, the one they came to for college recommendations and letters, the one that they weren't shy about asking for extra credit or opening up about problems at home. Max was proud of this.

So it had been a blow to his ego to be bed ridden for all of the trip, entirely at Monacelli's mercy. He had missed out in a lot of shenanigans, had only heard about them second hand by Vince during the last night at the hotel, when Max finally had been aware enough to ask questions. He hated the amount of vulnerability he had been forced to show, how much he had relied on Vince and he hated even more missing out in such a formative thing.

Then there was the matter of Vince.

Max slumped against his front door and slid down to the ground, without energy to walk all the way to his bedroom. He had been putting up a brave face for the past twelve hours in an effort to convince his coworker he didn't need a hospital and definitely didn't need a nanny, but it was taking its toll. He felt awful.

His stomach was gurgling unhappily, rejecting the saltine crackers he had been munching on since they left the hotel, eight hours before. His body was ravenous, his head cottony, his stomach sore and queasy and he felt really close to crying, because Max had never felt so incredibly lonely.

He had never felt so... Cared for as he had been in the last three days. It was pathetic and sad to even think it and Max let out a groan and uncurled from his position, deciding he'd rather lick his wounds in bed.

The blonde didn't bother showering, despite the fact he really should've. Instead he climbed up his bed with great effort and curled up under the blankets while still wearing his jeans and shoes, because he had no more strength. His head was throbbing and the minute he buried his nose in his pillow, his mind started drifting.

His mom telling him little kids shouldn't be pillaging their bodies with medicine - who knows what chemicals are in there? - and so the easiest way to end a fever was by riding through it.

Monacelli sitting on the ground next to his bed and playing tic tac toe because Max kept waking up every fifteen minutes thanks to the cramps, using his own pen to mark Max's Xs, "here? You sure about that, man?"

His parents yelling down the hall because his father had gotten him mcdonalds for breakfast instead of cooking and he had ended up throwing up in the school bus and the school nurse had called them. "You didn't have to go! They were just being dramatic, like they're always are! They call us every week!" "If none of us show twice in a row they'll call my job again James!"

"What are you gawking at?" Monacelli had asked on their second day there, once Max's fever had finally broke and he was able to sit up in bed, "you need anything?"

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"I'm not, really," Vince had shrugged, then crossed the room to put away his towel, shaking his wet hair and sending droplets Max's way, causing him to frown, "I just brought you dinner, relax."

"You brought me one of everything," Max had pointed out, nodding to his untouched plate. His stomach still felt iffy and he didn't want to risk his luck once the heaving had finally ceased.

"I don't know what you can eat or not, you said your stomach is sensitive," Vince had gestured to the plate, "you're not gonna eat?"

"Not hungry," Max had curled up further, feeling more than a little woozy.

"Thirsty though? I can run to the kitchen as grab you a smoothie before they close, that might be easier on your belly."

"He's going to fail because of attendance," "he's failing because he doesn't apply himself, not because of attendance. He's always faking sick, always skipping class, anything in the world not to study." "With the stellar role model he's had, it's a wonder" "Not everything wrong with him is my fault, Maya." "Most of it is."

A horrible ringing interrupted his drifting away and Max pushed through the fog, trying to identify the noise. He reached for his phone in the bedside table, then groaned when he didn't find it. His jeans, his pocket...

He clumsily tried to hang up when the number was unknown, but instead took the call and Max groaned loudly, before barking "What?"

"Hey, it's Vince," the other teacher's cheerful voice was the last thing Max wanted to hear, maybe for the rest of his days. It felt... Soothing. Like a cold compress against a feverish forehead, where the better it feels, the worse you are, "was wondering if you got home safe, you looked a little pasty in the parking lot."

"I'm fine," Max grumbled, "just need to sleep the ick off."

"Alright, I'll let you sleep," he could almost see Vince shrugging, had gotten well acquainted with it in the past three days, "save my number and you can text if you need anything. Really, uh- Your house is on the way, just holler." It wasn't, Max had dropped Vince and that friend of his at Monacelli's little house once, their places were close but Vin's was in the opposite direction of traffic.

"Thanks, dude."

"No problem," Vince's voice went up a note, all cheerful, "feel better!"

Max nodded, then realized the man couldn't see him, so he cleared his throat and grumbled, "yeah, thanks" before hanging up quickly. He let the phone fall back on his chest, then let out a sigh.

He was falling for the guy, that was great.

[sturniololoco]

ADHD

Note: NO Y/N This is just a cute little fluff moment between the Sturniolo brothers and I am not sexualizing this in any way. they are freaking brothers enjoy!

Warnings: overstimulation, panic attack, etc.

Summary: Chris has ADHD and this goes downhill, but his brothers are there to help him.

Nick's POV

My brother Chris has always been very affectionate. He always loves to be around people and today was no different.

We woke up early, Chris slept in my bed last night, and went downstairs. We watched a show and he sat quietly holding my hand for about half the movie, and then he started to get fidgety. Chris started to play with my fingers and move his feet around, not even paying attention to the show.

"Chris, are you all done watching TV?" I asked him, grabbing his hands to get his attention focused on me. He looked at me, only just realizing that he had not been paying attention.

He looked down embarrassed.

"Hey, that's ok. Do you wanna go help me make some breakfast?" I asked him, rubbing my thumb over his hand, back and forth.

-

It took Chris around 30 minutes to complete his breakfast. Mainly because he would explain the different shapes of his toast after he took a single bite. Me and Matt, who woke up to the smell of breakfast, just laughed along with him, letting him take his time.

After breakfast, I did the dishes while Chris lay on the couch, snugged up close to Matt with a blanket, and scrolled on his phone.

So like I said before, my brother is very affectionate, loving, and calm even with his ADHD disorder.

only tonight was different. we went out to dinner and Chris did not like it at all.

Chris's POV

The restaurant was loud. too loud. Many adults were sipping at their drinks, yelling and cackling over each other. There were also children, screaming at their parents who were not paying attention.

Our waiter showed us to our table and brought us our menus. He also brought one of those kiddie menus that come with the three-pack of crayons. The menus with puzzles, coloring, and tic-tac-toe boards.

Trying to get my mind off the noise, I began to color the paper using the cheap crayons from the packaging.

Then all of a sudden, I felt it.

The crayon felt gross, almost sticky, and grainy in my hand. My clothes felt too close to my body, scratching me. suffocating me. And the noise. the horrible, torturing noise, that just kept getting louder and louder, surrounding me. drowning me.

My breathing became shallow, and I was suddenly drenched in a cold sweat. My mind started racing, not being able to process all of these new things at once.

Sensing my unease, Nick grabbed my clammy hand under the table, giving me a look of worry.

I instantly shoved his hand away, wiping my own on my pants, hating the feeling of the rough fabric of my jeans.

Get out. I have to get out.

"Hey Chris, what are you gonna get to eat bud?" Matt asked, not noticing my current state of hyperventilation.

"I u-um...u-hhh..." I studdered out, my brain not even working enough to form words.

Then I Bolted.

Matt's POV

I asked Chris what he wanted to eat, and he ran. Snatching up my keys from off the table on his way out.

"What the fuck-" I start to say, but Nick was quickly rising from the table to go find Chris, and I was right behind him.

We checked the bathrooms, and corner of the restaurant, just to make sure he actually went to the car, and he was nowhere to be seen. So we made our way to the parking lot, sprinting out of the place and down the road.

Chris's POV

I ran, ran, to the car, and somehow managed to get it unlocked. I tried to climb into the front seat, but the cold, sticky leathery seats were too much. I popped the trunk, climbed in, then closed me in. I was squatting so I didn't have to touch the car carpet floor.

my hands were clawing at my head, my eyes, my ears. Trying anything to get this horrible feeling to go away.

I ended up banging my head against the car walls.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Again! Again! Again!

Go. A. Way!

Then, all of a sudden, the trunk was being opened.

Nick's POV

Matt and I reached the car, making a horrible banging noise from the inside. We quickly ruled out that Chris was in the trunk, and opened the door.

Matt's immediate reaction is to hold his brother. soothe him. But Chris falls back onto his back and kicks at Matt, hands clawing at his face.

"NO!" He lets out in a sharp panicked breath. Tears were streaming down his face, and his eyes were red, puffy, and swollen.

Then I get an idea.

"Matt, go get the water bottle from the front seat and pour it on his hands while I grab his face," I order, beginning to panic myself. Matt is quick to complete his task.

The cold water on Chris's hands causes him to cringe and go still allowing me to hold both sides of his face and turn it to look at mine. He falters for a moment, his breathing uneven and harp.

"Shh, you alright. It's me, it's Nicky, okay? It's okay, your safe I promise." I whisper in his ear. With trembling hands, he reaches up and holds mine. Shaking.

"Chris, can I hold you?" I ask, not wanting to overstimulate even more after we just got him to calm down.

He looks into my eyes and studies me for a moment, then timidly nods his head. I slowly climb next to him in the back of the car, and he lays his head on my shoulder, hiding his red and tear-stained face in the crook of my neck. While he gets his breathing back to normal, I gently play with his hair, while Matt climbs in and rubs small circles around his back.

"You ready to go home?" I ask him once his breathing is somewhat back to normal.

Chris gives me a small nod, and Matt goes and starts the car. I help Chris in the backseat with me, where he almost immediately falls asleep from exhaustion.

-

when we get home, we don't even bother going up the stairs. We walk straight into Chris's room and lay him down. matt and I change quickly into a hoodie and lay on either side of our little brother, sleeping with him, in case he ever needs us.

We will always be there.

Note: I hope y'all liked it. I can do more of these stories w/o y/n if y'all like them, but I'm still down for whatever.

I also have the Sturniolo little sis fic coming tomorrow!

xoxo

[didderd]

Excuse me, beautiful creature, but I have a big doubt. How could you help Tic or Tac if they are having an attack and starting to hurt themselves? (Like when Tac bites his lips or hands/arms)

ogh. this is rly sweet :'>

(tw: tics and self harm)

for the most part, it's not a big problem with Tic, n the most harmful thing Tac will do is bite, but here's a few things you could do:

hand them a pillow/something soft to put between themselves and their hands. make sure they're wearing their gloves, and Tac is wearing his muzzle if he's biting bad. or maybe hand him something/put something in his mouth to bite onto, and keep handing it back when/if he spits it out if he'll let you (the spitting it out being a tic most likely) maybe get a small blanket or something, to wrap around their hands/arms if you need too, but that's usually not necessary, least for Tic.

make sure their heads aren't against a wall or other hard surface, bc they might hit their head against it.

afterward, if they did hurt themselves, handing them something to heal (like a monster candy) would help (tho not likely that they would have shaved off any hp unless there was actually some self-hate behind the tic, but Tac will get this more often) and lots of cuddles. they are probably worn out n would appreciate it very much. uvu)

[blingblong55]

Appreciation-141 & Konig

Based on a request:

Hello! I had a question, could you perhaps do HCs with the 141/Konig and a AMAB GN! reader who has tics, but not Tourettes? Specifically, tics where they hit things? Thank you so much! I adore your writing! -Rai ---- AMAB!GN!Reader, tics, platonic!friendship, HC, fluff? ----

A/N: I just want to emphasise that I am not fully educated in how tics affect most people or how they look on those who have this so if this is in someway offensive or incorrect, please be kind, correct me and educate me in a kindly manner, let's not spread hate those trying to learn <3 And Rai, I hope you adore this one<33

Ghost:

he has gotten used to your sudden tic attacks, so much so that at some point when you say or do something he ignores it as if nothing is going on.

There are times when he gives people a cold glare when you begin to knock on the table in the meeting room.

"Mate, what are you doing?" A recruit tries to suppress a chuckle as the others glare at you with judging stares. "Leave them alone, soldier," Ghost replies with his cold and commanding voice.

Anywhere you go, he goes and this is to ensure you don't end up hurting yourself. For example, there are times when you knock things out, occasionally it's your cap when you hit your head and sometimes when it's bad, he is there to help you not harm yourself.

He sees you as his close friend. Soap could even argue that you are his only friend from all the times he has seen Ghost talk so much about you.

"Yeah, they are the best soldiers I've worked with. Your soldier is better? Maybe, but have you seen my soldier, they are way better."

The cute thing about him and you is that you are the one person who is allowed to touch his mask. In private, there was one time when you pulled on his mask and all he did was chuckle. "Trying to see my face, R/N?" he smiles and you fluster, unable to find the right words to apologise.

Soap:

I feel like he would be so unserious with you. Like him, you have to at some point be separated in a meeting because you keep getting tics that make you hit him and sometimes all he can do is gasp and laugh.

But, I have to say that he is very much aware that if someone tries to mess with you, he would most likely be sent to Price's office afterwards.

There are times when your face grimaces and he won't acknowledge it and if there are people who call you out for it, he, like Ghost would stand up for you, which leads to a literal roast towards the soldier.

He is so unserious with you, as a coping mechanism to be honest, that he calls your tics 'tic tac toe' only because every time he does this, you and he get into a hysterical argument. Don't worry, you win but only after you say his head looks like a white tic tac.

The winning streak had gotten to a point that now in the common room, there is a wall dedicated to the wins and losses of Soap and you.

Gaz:

Gaz gives me Golden Retriever vibes and he is the most loyal person, so of course, his traits with you are similar to those of Ghost and Soap.

With him, it's a little different though, as he asks so many questions that you have a small window to actually and thoroughly answer the questions regarding your tics.

Sometimes, if someone dares to mention your tics but in a negative light, Gaz will deadass stop the person and like with Graves, he will not even dare shake the person's hand or be kind to them.

Because of you, not the helicopter, this man has lost and has had his caps destroyed from the many times that you have knocked them off his head that now you have a monthly gift for him.

I think there are times that he chuckles a little when you clap in a silent room when there are serious matters to be talked about, mainly when Graves talks and you interrupt him with clapping or knocking down something, usually an empty cup Gaz keeps around. He doesn't laugh at you but rather at how annoyed you've made Graves since you don't let him finish his 'All-American hero' speech.

Price:

This man is THE father figure when your tics go off. I can't explain any further but you know what I mean…I hope.

Like Ghost, he also brags and gives people a death stare when they dare to comment on your tics negatively.

I know for a fact this man is all about being so inclusive towards everyone like no one should be alone, it's mean and that won't happen on his watch. So when you were introduced and he found out you had tics, better believe this man read all there was to know about your syndrome and how to make an environment better for you.

Also, you better believe this man has a class in which not only does he teach the rude and disrespectful soldiers about manners but he also teaches those on how to be around you and make you feel at ease. And may I add that he is the first captain, at least on base, that in this class teaches others about LGBT+, social and racial problems, like this man is THE man when it comes to absolute kindness. (to those that work with him….so…fuck you Makarov, Shephard and Graves) König:

I think that because he has social anxiety and prefers to be more of a serious man to others, he is very calm and educated on your tics. -Since he is friends with you and has grown accustomed to your tics he knows how to keep things under control if they happen to be out of norm.

Because he is a colonel, everyone respects him and he has ensured that you, as his second in comment have the same level of respect. -He has yelled, like yelled and people who witnessed him get this angry were terrified. They saw him as a very stern and serious man on base so seeing this part of him when yelling to others to respect you and be able to keep in their rude comments towards your tics, they surely kept quiet.

I chose to believe this man likes his helmet more and more when you are around because you tend to knock his helmet off when one of your tics gets more… intense.

A/N: I don't know if this could be accurate but i hope i did okay with this request

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WORLD TOUR- .06

"Publicity isn't so bad."

“What the fuck!?” I shouted, storming out of my bedroom into the living room where everyone except Tom was. “What’s up?” Georg was the first to speak up as he took a drink of his coffee. I aggressively start tapping on my phone and then show what I was just looking at. 

We recently got touch screen phones, finally getting rid of the flip phones so we can do more on these it’s just sadly smaller than you’d like to have. Georg takes the device, letting Gustav see as well. After a few seconds of reading they burst into laughter. “It’s not that funny.” I huff, crossing my arms as Gustav shows the phone to Johanna who presses her lips together tightly, trying not to look me in the eyes.

“I want to see.” Bill pushes through them, taking it from them. “Oh boy.” He slaps a hand over his mouth, cracking up. “What’s so funny?” And here we go. Tom joins the room holding a Coke and an apple in the other hand. We all look at him, the others try to hold their laughter in as I just look annoyed.

Bill silently walks over to him with my phone, as Tom reads he takes a bite of his apple, we all watch his reaction as his face contorts when he’s reading his eyebrows lifting in surprise. “Gross.” I shake my head, finally going over to the twins and taking my phone back from them. Turning it off and shoving it into my back pocket.

What’s on my phone is an article on the internet that’s going to be placed on the front page magazine in stores for everyone to see. It’s pictures of Tom and I from yesterday and it’s made to look like we were a lot closer than we actually were. The main thing read: “Tom Kaulitz and [Name] [Last Name] seen together out and about, eating, at the dry cleaners and at a supermarket. Are they the next big couple?” 

First of all, ew, ew ew, ew. Second of all that’s so creepy, they literally have pictures from every single place we went and just because we ran errands together all of a sudden we’re a couple? “That’s pretty funny.” Gustav chuckles and Johanna agrees. “Well, it wouldn’t have even happened if you guys didn’t leave us.” I roll my eyes as they just snicker at each other and go back to playing a tic-tac-toe game.

“Publicity isn’t so bad.” Bill shrugs, “It is if it’s saying I’m with Tom.” I remind him and he sighs, motioning that I kind of have a point. “I mean there’s nothing we can do about it now.” Georg points out and Tom hums in agreement taking another bite from his apple. “I guess you’re right.” I stare at the floor sadly.

What is Jace gonna think?

Has he already seen it? Is he going to hate me? 

Johanna taps me on the shoulder and I snap out of my thoughts, we should probably talk anyways. I take her hand and we go into my bedroom together. I shut the door carefully before the both of us jump onto the bed. 

“Seriously nothing happened?” She asks, I take out my phone and nod, placing it next to us. “We just talked if that’s something to your nothing.” I shrug.

“Why?” My eyes follow up to hers as she seems to almost be in another world as she thinks before she speaks. “I don’t know.” 

“Did something happen with Gustav?” I smirk, and she snaps in my direction. “Huh?” She slightly chokes on her own saliva as I start laughing. “So there is something?” I tease her only to get swatted away. “We’re just friends.” 

“For now.”

“Don’t change the subject, what did you guys talk about? Are you two good now?” She goes back to Tom and I take a deep breath wanting to continue to make fun of her but this seems to really pique her interest. “Just things, and I think so. Hopefully.” I whisper the last part but I think she heard. “What about Jace?” She quickly changes the subject and I just throw my head back. 

“He comes over soon to pick me up.” I bite on my bottom lip as I think about the magazine and about things Tom said yesterday. “Are you guys going to try doing the distance thing again?” This question stumbles me and it reminds me again of Tom. His face flashes as he tells me there are so many guys who want to be with me and here I am thinking about Jace. 

“I think I’ll have my answer when he gets here.” I lay back on the bed, I play with my fingers as a million thoughts race through my mind. I felt Johanna join me, her head lying next to mine. We stayed in comfortable silence for what seemed like hours which in reality it had only been six minutes. 

“I’m thirsty.” She mumbles and I turn to her. “Get water.” 

“I don’t want to get up.” She groans like a baby so I roll my eyes and get right back up. “What do you want?” I throw a hand to my hip as she smiles innocently at me. “A sprite.” 

I roughly open the door only to hear the boys talking so being me and since they didn’t hear the door I gently closed it and tip-toed to the end of the hall, listening in. “I can’t believe you guys didn’t argue at all.” Bill giggles, and the other two join. I try to hold back a laugh too as it does seem nearly impossible as we spend so much time arguing. “I only let her complain to me so we weren’t causing a scene in public,” Tom informs them and my eyebrows furrow at his words.

“Like I’ve said before, she’s desperate for attention, any guy that looks her way she’ll give into and I was only proving a point for myself.” He takes a drink from his coke loudly and whatever smile that was left on my face drops. My heart pounded and felt like it was going to leap out of my throat.  “Yesterday was just to help us get through the tour.” 

“That’s not right, Tom,” Gustav says and I glance from the wall, they were all facing the other direction but from their energies, they all seemed disappointed. Bill looked like he was spacing out. “She was a little right man, you are a dick.” Georg sighs. A few seconds pass by and I clear my throat letting them know I was about to walk by. 

All their demeanors change but I don’t acknowledge them, just heading straight to the kitchen and grabbing what I was even coming out for. Then heading right back to my bedroom. I stand outside the door, hearing them talk again. “Do you think she heard?” Bill worriedly asked. “Hopefully not,” Gustav adds. 

Dropping my head for a split second I open the door and lift my shoulders, placing a fake smile upon my face. I hand her the drink and we continue talking. But that conversation I eavesdropped in never left my mind. 

As we were now just relaxing and listening to music after we had just fought over what show to watch but of course not being able to pick we just landed on music and lay there. I felt the bed vibrate and I shoot up, having to shove the blankets and pillows around as I searched for my phone. “Here.” Johanna laughs and I take it from her. 

It was a text message from Jace saying he was outside. “He’s here.” 

“Already?” She whines, “I’ll see you before the show.” I grab my bag and slip on some shoes. “Tell me how it goes.” Jo whistles and I laugh, nodding and running out of the room. As I was about to open the front door a hand goes onto my bicep. “Wait, where are you going?” 

Tom smiles at me and I wince, closing my eyes shut before relaxing my shoulders and turning to look at him. “Out with Jace.” I fake a smile. “Oh,” His smile slightly faulters. “Have fun.” He lets go og me and I just walk out of the door. 

I make the decision before the show, that’s what I told Jace and that’s what I’m going to do.

“Hey, beautiful.” Jace was standing on the passenger side of his car, opening the door for me. I stand on my tip toes and kiss his cheek. “Hi, babe.” I drag my hand on his torso before getting into the car. He shuts the door and makes his way to the driver's side as I glance to back to the house and I swear I saw someone looking through the window.

Whatever. 

Jace ends up just getting fast food and we sit in the parking lot. “So,” He coughs, swallowing the bite he had in his mouth, covering his face with a hand before he continues.

“I saw that article from yesterday.” And my heart drops and so does my appetite. I place down my fries and adjust my body to face him. “I thought the others were supposed to be there.” He says but it was more in a questioning way. I nod, wiping my hands on my jeans. “There were, but they left us alone and honestly the only time we really talk was in the supermarket. He’s an asshole anyways.” I sigh, taking a little sip of the drink that we’re sharing. 

“I wasn’t questioning you, I just thought they cropped out the others.” He laughed, but he saw my face was still down so he sighs then talks again. “I thought you two were getting along though.” He places his hand atop mine and I sadly look into his eyes. “Me too.” 

I explain what I overheard and as I talked I watched as his jaw clenches, I squeeze his hand and smiled. “It’s okay though, I don’t know why I thought we were actually going to stop hating each other.” I laughed, he just shakes his head. “It’s not okay, you aren’t desperate.” He takes my face into his hands.

That’s when I got my answer.

My answer for being with him. 

“I want to try.” I suddenly whisper to him and his eyes widen. 

“Really?” He smiles and I nod dramatically. “Let’s do it,” I say and he kisses me roughly before peppering the kisses around my face causing me to laugh. 

It was all cut short by the sound of my phone going off. “Shit, it’s Gustav,” I mutter, quickly answering the call. “Hey, we gotta go in sooner than we thought, be there in 20,” Gustav tells me. “Okay, see you there.” 

“Of course, love you.” He calls out and I laugh. “Love you too.”

“I have to get to the theater for our last concert. Sorry to cut this short.” I frown and he motions it off. “Let’s get you there on time.” He kisses me one last time before driving off. 

Getting to the building the both of us were rushing inside, having to push past workers on accident of course having to yell  “I’m sorry!” Over and over again. 

Once we met up with everyone else I let go of Jace’s hand and went straight to Johanna. “We’ve decided.” I laugh, the boys listened in, acting like they weren’t but I know them better than that. “Yes?” She took my hands. “We’re trying out the distance.” I squeal and she pulls me into a hug.

“Congratulations!” She grins, Bill puts himself into the hug as well, jumping up and down with us. “That’s so exciting!”

Then we stop and I glance over to Tom who isn’t saying or doing anything but after what he said earlier I just look back to the others who started threatening Jace that if he hurts me again he’s dead.

I don’t know if this is a good idea but I might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

Alright, it's gettin good for real! Now here's more drama. I told you the enemy part wasn't over yet. It probably won't be until like chapter... I'm not even going to say it because I said so. I'm still sick as hell but I wanted a chapter out so I made it happen. I hope I can do the same tomorrow. But until next time:)

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Tickle-Tac-Toe (Dream x GeorgeNotFound x Sapnap)

Word count: 3481

((This is part of Sap’s Tickle Games!!))

Warnings: Intense foot tickles!! And restraints! I feel like I’m not the best judge of this…but I think this might be one of my more intense fics. Only read if you’re comfortable! <33

This was inspired by this post!

Sapnap was pissed and it was seriously funny. George just couldn’t stop giggling.

“I hate you guys!! What is wrong with you!!”, he yelled, face red and eyes wide. George leaned his body weight into Dream and giggled harder.

“We are just going to play a little game.”, Dream smiled and brushed his fingers down Sapnap’s bare feet. They twitched on top of the pillow they were perched on. Sapnap averted his gaze at the wording, huffing loudly.

“But, not my feet…”, Sapnap whined and dropped his head back against the couch.

Sapnap had been walking around the house for a bit looking for either of his friends today. He looked in their rooms and called their names to find nothing. They had been waiting in the living room to ambush him with ropes. Now, he writhed in a flustering mix of anger and fear.

He never let anyone near his feet because of how devastatingly ticklish they were. But here he was; ankles tied together and perched up on a pillow on the coffee table. His wrists twisted helplessly against each other in their own ropes tied behind his back. He dropped his head back against the couch he was sat on. Oh, he was so fucked.

George’s evil little giggles started to calm and he held up a pen. Sapnap’s toes curled up at the sight.

“No…”, he whimpered. Dream flashed a grin and held up his own pen.

“If George wins, we free you. If I win, we continue. Ready?”.

“No!”, Sapnap shouted. His mind fuddled in confusion at what ‘win’ would even mean in that context.

Sapnap’s scream pierced the air suddenly as Dream grabbed his ankle and the tip of a pen started drawing a line down the ball of his foot. Four torturous lines.

“Please please please!!!”, he begged frantically, desperate laughter pouring from him. By the end, he was already in tears.

“How is he going to survive this?”, George laughed.

“You gotta calm down buddy. If you distract George how is he going to win?”, Dream grinned in amusement. Sapnap was starting to slide down the couch.

“I can’t take this, please.”, he whined through his giggles. He looked wrecked already. “What are you doing?”.

“Tic-Tac-Toe.”, George said and grabbed the ankle again. “I’m X.”. Sapnap cried out and tried to pull away, to no avail. George carefully drew a shaky X right in the middle of the Tic-Tac-Toe board on Sapnap’s ticklish foot. The younger screeched with laughter the entire time. “Tickle-Tac-Toe.”, he mumbled in amusement. His word association was barely audible over Sapnap’s noise.

“Fuck you guys!!!”. Dream’s hand took George’s place and he started drawing a little circle in the middle left spot on the board. Sapnap snorted loudly before flopping back against the couch, laughing hysterically. George grabbed the ankle fast, eager to start his turn before Sapnap could recover. A shaky X was drawn in the top middle of the board and then traced over and over as Sapnap screamed with laughter. His face was beet-red as he slid fully down the couch and landed on his side, squirming frantically. He was trapped though, nowhere to go. His wrists were tied firmly behind his back. His feet turned on their sides due to his new position, but it didn’t phase Dream.

“Hmmm. Where should I go?”, he teased.

Sapnap gasped for air dramatically, but wasn’t able to recover before Dream was drawing a circle in the bottom middle spot. Desperate laughter ripped from his throat. Sapnap turned his head into the couch and muffled it in embarrassment, but George giggled.

“Oh no Stinknap, it’s not looking good!”, he said through his giggles. Dream grinned evilly as he traced the little circle a few more times and earned himself another snort.

“Ticklish little piggy.”, he murmured in amusement. Sapnap whined at the nickname. George grabbed the ankle and started drawing an X into the bottom right of the board, practically sealing the impending tie. Sapnap squirmed against the couch, laughter becoming squeaky. He hadn’t stopped since the third move and wasn’t sure how he would survive.

“How are you not done!!!”, he yelled. The other two laughed. George passed Dream back the foot.

“Don’t distract George, he’s doing a really bad job because of you!”. Sapnap jolted and shrieked when Dream’s pen touched down in the top left spot and started making a circle.

“Stop!!!”, he screamed. He threw his head back and cackled loudly.

“Oh no, where should I go Stinknap?”, George asked with a drawn out teasing tone.

“How are there even still spots?”, he whined through his laughter. It truly felt like they had been tickling him for ten rounds of the game, but they were only halfway through one.

“Bottom left? Okay, I can do that.”, he laughed. He grabbed the ankle again and started drawing the X quickly and darkening it with multiple layers. Sapnap squealed and squeezed his eyes shut. The helpless laughter overtook him. He went limp under the ticklish torture.

Sapnap lost himself in the laughter. He couldn’t protest anymore, just laugh and hope the other two took mercy on him. What a stupid game. They were so stupid. These dumb little tickle games made everything so much worse. He felt like a helpless little boy. Dream took his foot and drew an O into the top right and George took it back to draw an X into the middle right. All the poor thing could do was writhe in ticklish anguish as the hysterical laughter poured out of him. He wasn’t used to having his feet tickled, and fuck was it rough. Every touch was so surprising and he truly felt he was losing his mind. How many turns could you even take in Tic-Tac-Toe??? Surely he would die before they were done.

“It’s a tie!”, the two yelled in sync. Oh, they were done. Sapnap just could not stop giggling. The ghost tickles from the pens was still shooting up his legs and driving him crazy,

“Please…”, he whined through his giggles.

Dream and George smiled in amusement and looked at each other.

“We broke him.”, George flashed his teeth in a grin. No sympathy could be found here.

“George sucks at this. It’s your turn Sap.”. Sapnap could only whimper, brain too melted to even comprehend the words. George spidered his fingers up the sole to startle a squeal from him.

“Don’t!”, he cried. George laughed.

“Dream is talking to you!”.

“You’re going to pick George’s moves. If you win, we will let you go.”.

“No…”, he whined.

Dream grabbed ahold of the foot again and started drawing the new Tic-Tac-Toe board, this time in the middle of his sole. Sapnap’s entire body jerked and he squirmed against the couch. Loud frantic laughter filled the room.

“Nono please fuck no Dream no!!!!”, he begged. Dream mercilessly traced the board over and over again as Sapnap lost his mind. “Quit it!!!”, he shrieked, catching onto the game.

Dream eventually finished the board and immediately started drawing an O in the middle. Sapnap wailed with laughter, not getting a chance to calm down from the creation of the game board.

The two sat there with smirks as they watched him giggle loudly into the couch.

“Where should I go?”, George asked. He held up the pen and Sapnap flinched, giggling harder.

“Nowhere!”. George shook his head in disappointment and grabbed the squirmy foot.

“Name a position.”, he said with a playful firmness and stuck the pen between two of Sapnap’s toes. The boy jumped and screeched.

“Get out!”, he cried. George pulled it out fast and stuck it between a different pair of toes, drawing frantic squeaky laughter from him,

“Left middle left middle!!!”, he yelled. Dream laughed and nudged George.

“Okay!”, he said cheerily and started drawing an X in that spot. Sapnap shook with hysterical giggles. He sounded delirious.

“I can’t do this.”, he whined.

“I’m gonna kick your ass.”, Dream said as he grabbed the foot and started drawing an O at the top middle. Sapnap’s whining spiked up into squealing. Dream just kept tracing the circle over and over again and the laughter sped up.

“You got to pick another spot Stinknap.”, George added helpfully. The poor thing looked gone.

“I don’t know!!!”, he said through his laughter. He sounded defeated. George huffed in amusement and knocked Dream’s pen away and grabbed the foot. He started drawing ticklish little squiggles all over his heel, making Sapnap snort and burst into cackles.

“Dream went top middle, where are you going?”.

“Stop stop stop!!!”, he begged. George only smirked and continued, focusing in on spots that seemed to turn Sapnap’s laughter squeaky.

“Pick a spot bud.”, Dream urged softly, eyes on George’s ticklish designs. The foot was slowly turning into an inky mess and he knew the worse it got the worse Sapnap would get it in the end. The boy snorted loudly, making the other two laugh.

“Bottom middle!”, he finally cried out. George grinned wolfishly and started drawing an X in the desired spot. Sapnap flopped helplessly against the couch.

‘What did I do to deserve this level of torment?’, he thought dramatically. The tickles hadn’t stopped since almost the second they started.

“Please…”, he pleaded desperately. It fell on deaf ears.

“Bad move.”, Dream said simply, grabbing the foot and starting to draw an O in the bottom right. “You have to think Sapnap!”. A squeal flew from his lips.

“I can’t!!”. The other two laughed and the foot was passed back to George.

“What’s the move Sappy?”.

“Middle!”, he said through his giggles.

“No, that isn’t available!”, George laughed and attacked the sole with skittering nails. Sapnap screamed and bucked off the couch, nearly tearing the ankle free from his grip. “You have to pick an empty spot!”.

“Stop!!”, he screamed. Tears rolled freely down his red cheeks as George continued. “George!!!”. But, the older only smirked and continued the tickling up towards the ball of his foot. Sapnap wailed, completely lost to the tickles.

“You suck at this.”, he teased.

“Sapnap, if you just focus you can win!”, Dream said with play-encouragement. A piercing scream sounded when George reached the scrunched up toes and forced his way in.

“Top left!!!”, he peeped out. His laughter was raspy and desperate. It wasn’t lost on him how impossible this was stacked against him.

“There we go!”, George started drawing an X in the spot and Sapnap squeaked with laughter. “Sap, you’re getting it!”.

“You’re both…dead to me!”, he barely got out. Dream grabbed the foot back and started to quickly draw an O in the bottom left spot.

“Oh no!! What are you going to do!!”. Sapnap smushed his face into the couch and screamed into the cushion, drawing laughter from the others.

“Top right!”, he yelled as George took back the foot.

“He’s learning! If only he was better at the game.”, George tsk’ed as he started drawing the X into the spot. Sapnap’s laughter sounded funny, muffled into the couch like that. Dream grabbed back the foot and drew an O into the middle right spot, tracing it until Sapnap let loose another scream of ticklish anguish.

“Another tie!”, Dream said.

Dream released the foot and Sapnap just laid there in a limp pile of giggles. His face was painted with a rosy blush and streaked with tears; so so weak to these games. He cursed the day the two had learned how much of a flustered mess tickle games made him.

“Are we done?”, he asked weakly, a dumb wobbly smile on his face.

“Hmm…there isn’t any space for another tic-tac-toe board.”, George said as he grabbed the ink-covered foot and looked it over. “Unless…”. Sapnap yelped and tried to tug away the foot unsuccessfully.

“Hey!!”, he cried. A screech ripped from his throat as he jerked back into the couch. “George, no!!!”, he screamed. Uncontrollable laughter poured from his lips as he squirmed against the couch. Dream chuckled and watched as George sketched the world’s messiest and smallest tic-tac-toe board on the pad of Sapnap’s big toe.

“Ugh, it’s too messed up!”, George said with an evil smile. “Quit squirming Sappy!”. He held the foot firmer and started rubbing the tip of the pen against the pad of his second toe. Sapnap shrieked with laughter.

“Jesus…”, Dream murmured as he watched. The marks George was making were very clearly not an actual board, but just an excuse to tickle Sapnap’s ticklish toes.

“Ugh!! You’re moving too much!!”, George said with a big evil grin. Sapnap squealed and flopped against the couch as the tip of the pen attacked the next toe pad.

“Fuck!!!”, he screamed. Oh, that tickled horribly. Sapnap slid down the couch again and shook with uncontrollable laughter. The touch was in such a small area that it was insane how affected he felt. His foot twitched desperately at the feeling, but there was no escaping George’s evil pen. “Fuck you George!!!”. Dream laughed.

The pen danced down the stem of Sapnap’s toe in punishment, making him snort and cackle into the couch cushion.

“Stop!!! Please!!”, he begged. George only grinned, moving to the fourth toe. Sapnap wailed with laughter. George’s dark eyes watched his squirming form in merciless amusement. “I’m dying!!!”.

“He’s too squirmy!”, he whined, playing it up. He poked the tip of his pen a few times at the pad of Sapnap’s pinkie toe, sending Sapnap into a panicked giggle fit.

“Nonono please!! I can’t handle that one!!!”. George grinned at him wolfishly. “Dream, don’t let him!!”.

“Wh-. What am I supposed to do!?”.

“I don’t know just pl-“, Sapnap cut off with a squeal. An embarrassing desperate laughter overtook him, filled to the brim with snorts and cries. George held the foot in place as he scribbled onto the tiny pad of Sapnap’s pinkie toe. He struggled and bucked to no avail.

“This is your punishment for being so bad at tickle-tac-toe!! You need more practice!!”.

The pinkie toe torture didn’t last for too much longer. Sapnap genuinely seemed like he might explode so eventually Dream tugged George’s devious hands away with a chuckle.

“We can’t kill him just yet Georgie, we still have to clean him up.”. Sapnap just smooshed his face into the couch cushion and sighed in relief. Then, he jerked back into a sitting position.

“Wait, what?!”.

~•~

Sapnap screamed in terror while Dream tried to keep him in the tub. That loud screechy terrified laugh echoed against the tiles.

“We should have left him tied up!!”.

“You guys are crazy!!!”.

“We have to clean you!!”, George giggled as he shoved Sapnap back down in the tub. Dream flipped on the water and all three of them screamed as ice cold water rained down on them. “Idiot!!”.

Dream, George, and Sapnap all giggled hysterically as Dream flipped the stopper the right way and got the bath faucet to turn on.

“It was an accident!”, he wheezed. He grabbed Sapnap’s foot and tugged him onto his back in the tub, making him screech.

“Dream!”, he yelped. His clothes were entirely soaked now. George laughed and knocked his hands away from the edge of the tub. Sapnap tried to huff in frustration, but couldn’t stop giggling at the ridiculousness of the situation.

His giggles came to a dead stop as he saw Dream grab a bright green loofah.

“Hey, no.”, Sapnap mumbled nervously, slipping as he tried to crawl backwards.

“Yes!”, George yelled really close to Sapnap’s ear to make him jump.

“We need to get your foot cleaned up!”, Dream grabbed his ankle and shoved his foot under the warm water.

“No, you can’t do this!! I’ll die!!”, he cried, the panicked giggles already pouring out and bouncing across the tiles. Dream put bodywash onto the loofah and rubbed it in.

George leaned in and wrapped his arms around Sapnap’s chest, squeezing his arms to his sides before he reached out and smacked Dream.

“Don’t!!!”, he thrashed against the tub, but Dream held on to the ankle tight. Sapnap jolted and threw his head back with a screech as Dream started scrubbing at the bottom of his sole. “No!!”, he screamed. Frantically desperate laughter tore from him and he broke free of George’s hold, grabbing Dream’s arm and yanking him.

“Hey!”.

“Sapnap!”.

Sapnap laughed hysterically as the two tried to wrangle his limbs.

“No please!! I can’t!! I can’t!!!”, he wailed with laughter, completely unable to calm down. Dream clumsily plopped down behind Sapnap, splashing water everywhere as the younger fought for his life. George leaned over the side of the tub and held down the squirming legs to keep him from getting up. “Fuck!!”, he cried as Dream wrapped around him, pinning him back to his chest. George picked up the ankle again, sending Sapnap right back into his frenzy. “George, please!!!”. Dream threw his leg over Sapnap’s to keep him from kicking George’s lights out. “Why?!”, he screeched. The second the dreaded loofah touched back down on his ticklish sole he was floored back into Dream’s big chest. Chaotic raspy laughter filled the bathroom as Sapnap completely fell into hysterics. George mercilessly scrubbed at the ink covering the sole. No pleas were able to escape as Sapnap bucked and squirmed and thrashed and just lost his mind. George giggled in glee at the sight. Dream just grunted and used all his strength to keep the younger hugged to his chest.

“This is going to take awhile…”, George said amusedly as he rubbed the loofah over Sapnap’s toes. The boy bucked and wailed with laughter.

“It’s not coming off?”.

“A bit! I’ll just keep scrubbing.”. Sapnap shook his head ‘no’, but his eyes were squeezed shut and his face was twisted, lost in the feeling. He crumbled more into Dream’s hold, slowly losing his fight as the tickling took over his mind. He felt like a child, so helpless and small. The laughter bubbling out of him and making him weak.

They had really marked the foot up well. Dark ink was smudged and runny across every toe and down his sole. George moved the foot back under the stream of water and barked out a laugh at just how much was still there.

“Poor Sappynappy. What did we do to you?”, he coo’ed playfully. The boy in question could only whine through his laughter. It was starting to cut out from the length of the tickle torture he was enduring.

“Can he even take anymore?”.

“I mean, we can’t just leave his foot like this, right?”.

“I..I’ll…let me do it…myself…”, Sapnap struggled out, unable to quit laughing.

“Well where’s the fun in that?”, Dream murmured directly into Sapnap’s ear, making him squeak and jump.

Sapnap’s head flopped back against Dream’s shoulder and a soft raspy laugh bubbled out of him. George was just hovering the loofah over the ink-covered foot now, wanting to get a gauge on the boy’s state before continuing.

He looked…giddy. George grinned. Whenever they played these little tickle games with Sapnap he would turn into an oversized kid. George was a little obsessed with it.

“Awww Sappy? Does it tickle tickle tickle?”, he asked in a baby voice as he suddenly scrubbed quickly at the sole for a few seconds. Sapnap squealed and thrashed. Dream grinned over at George. At some point George had switched from the usual ‘Stinknap’ nickname to the softer ‘Sappy’ and he found it amusing.

While Sapnap was whining on about how he couldn’t take it, he sure wasn’t dropping any safewords. He giggled loopily, knocking his head back into Dream again. George grinned and spidered his fingertips quickly up the sole, drawing more squeals from the boy.

“Why?!”, he cried.

“You’re being cute.”, George accused. Dream laughed and hugged Sapnap more to his chest.

The night took on a softer vibe with Sapnap’s childlike laughter washing over the other two. George scrubbed at the sole intermittently to send the boy into bursts of chaotic laughter. It didn’t work as well at cleaning, but the silly technique was driving Sapnap up the wall.

In the end, a lot of ink was still left behind. Mercy was given anyway. They all dried off with towels. Dream hoisted a giggling Sapnap over his shoulder and George trailed behind them as they headed to the younger’s bedroom.

“Can we all cuddle? He’s all floppy and sweet.”, George said, poking at Dream’s back.

“Cuddles…”, Sapnap mumbled out happily, completely limp in Dream’s hold.

These silly tickle games held some strange power over Sapnap, transporting him into a simpler time.

He found himself warm and happy between the two people he loved most.

“I love you guys.”, he said, giving in to his feelings. George and Dream smooshed in closer and wrapped him up in all the cuddles he wanted.

“Yeah yeah…you too idiot.”.

“We love you Sapnap.”.

(Art by @kazenomegaminowanpisu )

[reidsaurora]

"Left Behind" ~ S. Reid

Summary: When a little wooden box reminds you of all the good memories you share with Spencer, it has him thinking about the possibilities of losing them.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1,235

Content Warning: lots of angst, lots of talk about dementia, tiny mention of food, tiny mention of weapons in a joking manner, lmk if i missed anything!

Genre: Angst, lots of it too

Extra Notes: i hate the summary too

Based On the Prompt: "A Stash Of…" from this year's @domaystic prompts

Originally Written: 04/13/2023 through 04/24/2023

Beta Read By: @dungeons-are-too-cold

Criminal Minds masterlist can be found here!

You weren't actually sure what started your current conversation, but you knew it had something to do with the little wooden box you and Spencer were digging through.

"Do you remember this?" he chuckled, holding up a napkin with random X's and O's scribbled across it.

You smiled as you inspected the paper, the red ink inspiring a flood of memories to rain down in your head. "Our first date. That cute little deli in downtown D.C."

"Mhm," he answered, "Nothing like a good game of tic-tac-toe while you're waiting for your food." He continued sifting through the various items in the box, his eyes lighting up as he showed you what appeared to be an entry ticket. "Oh! Look at this!"

"The midnight premiere of The Force Awakens! Gosh, you were so cute in your Jedi cloak."

He chuckled, though his eyes darted away from yours. "Yeah, that was a pretty great night. Well, until security almost kicked us out of the theater for having 'weapons' on us."

Your hand met his jaw, your thumb lifting his face with a single touch. His eyes found yours again, only this time those honey brown eyes pooled with tears. The corners of his mouth were turned downward. It looked as though his whole face was falling.

Your thumb traced soft lines over the stubble on his chin, and it wasn't until then that you noticed just how tired Spencer looked. Too tired to shave, too tired to hold himself up, too tired to speak.

"What's wrong?" you pressed anyway. Your heart ached, like a bullet shot straight through it, as you started to ask, "Have I-"

His bottom lip trembled as he shook his head. "Believe me, you couldn't do anything this bad in a million years."

"Anything this bad?" A thousand thoughts raced through your head as you attempted to determine what bad thing he was talking about.

The tears welling in his eyes finally slipped and once again he parted from your gaze. "What if one day," he said, voice cracking, "these mementos are all I'll have to go by?"

You moved to sit beside him, pulling him into you. Your fingers swept through his hair, and the familiar scent of his cologne floated around you, a protective bubble, a shield keeping any harm away from you and him.

The room stayed silent as you waited for Spencer to continue. He felt helpless, weak, small inside your embrace, but with one kiss on his forehead, you reminded him that it was okay, that he was okay. And with one caress of the cheek, he was reminded that you were his safe place. The only place he was absolutely sure he could fall apart, because he knew you'd be there to pick up his broken pieces.

He swallowed hard, leaning further into you. Neither of you were sure where he started and you ended. "I'm scared. I'm so scared," he confessed, his tone quiet.

Your hand moved from his cheek to his back, lightly pressing your fingertips against the skin where his shirt rode up. "Why are you scared?" you asked simply, meeting him with an equally soft voice.

"What if I-" he said through broken sobs, unable to finish his sentence. "Mom's dementia-" He pulled away, digging the heels of his hands into his eyes. "God, I probably sound so stupid."

You grabbed his wrists, dragging his palms away from his face. He'd pressed so hard, you could already see indentations, and you weren't so sure the plum-colored circles under his eyes wouldn't be three times as purple the next morning. "You don't sound stupid," you reassured him. "I can't imagine how scary that is."

"But what's even scarier is that you think I won't be there for you through it."

Spencer shook with silent sobs, his chest heaving as he attempted to catch his breath. He was a snotty, crying mess of man, and you wished there was some way you could take his pain as your own. He tried to get words out, but all he could manage was his throat getting caught on every syllable.

You leaned your forehead against his, and for a second, you felt like the world wasn't imploding. Like maybe things would turn out okay. But as soon as you met those golden brown eyes again, your heart shattered all over again.

"Spencer, I'm not gonna let that happen," you said, your voice thick with the tears you were on the verge of shedding. "Okay? We'll get through this."

"She's gonna be gone in a couple years, Y/N. What if I'm next?" By this point, he couldn't even hold his eyes open anymore.

"Then I will enjoy every moment I have with you, down to the last millisecond."

"I don't want this to ever be all I have of us. I want memories. I want inside jokes. I want you."

The two of you held each other until you'd both cried out every last tear in your body, your cheeks soaked and shirts dampened in the aftermath.

You felt weak, but he felt weaker, and somehow, that was the reminder you needed—two broken souls, meant to be broken together. But in your brokenness, you fit like panes of a stained glass window. You were pieces of a puzzle, who were nothing on their own, but came together and made a complete picture. It was where you both belonged: together.

"Spencer?" your broken voice shattered the layer of silence that had taken over the room.

He angled his head, heavy eyes meeting yours with a glimmer of hope. "Yeah?" he said, his voice wobbly, his bottom lip trembling.

"As long as my lungs are pumping oxygen, I will never leave you behind."

Your eyes fell back to the box, and you managed a teary smile as you spotted a sliver of slate-gray string you hadn't thought about in years. You tugged the box closer, happy tears mixing with sad ones as you pulled out the friendship bracelet you'd made for Spencer probably a half decade ago. "I can't believe you still have this."

"You remember what you said about being left behind?" he asked, taking the bracelet from you and slipping it onto his wrist. "I used to wear this every day to remind me that I had someone who thought so highly of me that they wouldn't leave me behind."

You curled into his side, your hand ghosting over his stomach as you pulled him impossibly closer. Maybe you couldn't prevent dementia, maybe you couldn't stop him from losing his memories, but you had this box, and you had each other. And somehow, that was okay. Because it meant you'd always have someone to pull you along beside them, not leave you in life's rearview mirror.

Welcome one and all to the first fourth day of DoMAYstic2023!!

ok so maybe i'm a few days late... i will be catching up on the prompts i missed at a later date, just not today. this was supposed to be posted yesterday but tumblr ate the post and i'm just now getting a chance to post it 🥲

so, just like with whumptober, my schedule is gonna be a little different! so, every odd number prompt will be a Steve Harrington fic that will be posted over on @honeysuckleharringtons! and every even number prompt will be a Spencer Reid fic posted on here!

i hope you all enjoyed my first doMAYstic2023 post! i look forward to posting more!

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[sugar-omi]

i start school in 12 hours 😧

so to keep from losing my sanity imma ramble about how Cove would make school fun if you hate it, like me!

Going to school with him, rather it's by bus, car, or on foot is always nice bc you guys can just talk and hang out on your own.

If someone ever tries to start shit w you, he's there and ready to kick ass. (not literally, he's a gentle giant. i mean unless he really has to)

If you get easily burnt out and lack motivation to do your school work, you guys can have study sessions!!! although results may vary when it comes to how much work you actually get done 💀

Sits next to you in all your classes and pouts when your schedules don't line up. Promises to see you at lunch and if you hate the caf like me he makes it soo much more bearable just by being there.

If you're a complainer like me, he'll listen to you and give solutions

his solutions: "let's just skip."

you don't tho. not too often at least

i feel like Cove would definitely be the type to skip for you. Like you tell him you're not going to school and he's already at your window like 'ok so what are WE gonna do then?'

doesn't matter if he was dressed and ready to go, he doesn't wanna be there without you.

UGH HES THE BEST I NEED HIM SO BAD

THAT LAST BIT MADE ME SMILE

school was hard for me socially n I never did the homework, so cove would definitely help you do the homework even if you end up copying some of his answers

socially, like I said before he tries to take thr heat off you. and I agree he doesn't rlly get physical!!! but if someone is giving you a hard time he comes up behind them, puts a hand on their shoulder.. "why don't you stop bothering them?"

or will stand in between you and crosses his arms. cove isn't that scary but he doesn't care abt that, he just wants to protect you

will indulge in your complaints too!!! even shares his own complaints. AND BACK TO THAT SKIPPING THING

okay just to set the scene, let's say you're really stressed and end up having an anxiety attack or feel one coming on before class. cove pulls you to a secluded spot and you end up calming down and crying while he holds you, eventually falling asleep with your head in his lap while he stands guard.

after that, whenever you get stressed or tired. anything like that, he finds a spot you guys can hide and you'll skip class.

you try not to do it often since they'll end up calling your parents, but you treasure those little moments bc he'll share a snack or doodle w you, or even better play more hangman w you <333

will play tic-tac-toe in the middle of class!!!

also I love cove climbing thru your window fully dressed for school and he's like "so, what did you dream last night bc I dreamed I was a SHARK which was rlly cool but then you were a fish n I ate u and I woke up and cried-"

this man is crazy istg

omg if this is like step 3 n youre dating he'll walk you to all your classes and squeezes your hand goodbye bc he's too embarrassed to kiss in front of your classmates n teacher (definitely does it once on the cheek and RUNS AWAY)

yall never live down how lovesick you are I promise

OMG SENDS TERRI AND RANDY TO DELIEVER MESSAGES OR SNACKS N STUFF

once had terri deliever a little sticky note w a heart on it or smth and terri went "omg yall are so CHEESY EVEN WHEN YOURE APART" randy is giggling and teasing you too

omg imagine he's in PE and he sees you. he runs to the door or window and looks back and forth before he steals a hug or kiss (pls kiss him, if not you owe him 2 kisses to replenish his energy fully)

teacher: holden! get back here. stop making out w y/n!

cove: *jumps 10 feet* y-yes! omg.... I'll see you later y/n<3