#i would be non stop rolling around and giddy like

[thekittyfox2999]

"My watson" !!!!?!?!🥺😭😭😭😭🥰😭😭 oh my god!!!!

WATSON HE IS A FUCKING KEEPER

[rainrot4me]

Don’t Close Your Eyes Yet

Summary: From the first moment he laid his eyes on you at the fairgrounds, Jack knew he needed you. So going about it the only way he knew how, he began to give you dreams of him, preparing you for the night he would eventually take you himself.

Characters: Laughing Jack x Female Reader

SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI

TW: Obsession, stalking, somnophilia, non-con, clawing, biting, size difference, vaginal, creampie, eating out, desperation, Jack doesn’t take no for an answer, dream manipulation, kidnapping, begging, Jack is very talkative

Words: 5.2k

A/N: Did I make LJ a yandere accidentally? Yes. Just roll with it lol

To him, he had never seen something more beautiful.

Flashing lights danced across your face, hair whipping as you skipped to the nearest ticket booth with your friends. Loud giggles echoed to his ears, making his painted lips curl into a blushing smile as he watched you become antsy with excitement.

Jack had been rummaging around these fairgrounds for a couple of days, scoping out potential victims coming in to enjoy the seasonal summer event, lurking behind food stalls and blending into the crowd. He was good at that: staying hidden until he wanted to be seen, practically going invisible until the time was right. Humans had such a hard time with noticing things, noticing him, so even standing amongst them, their eyes never glanced at his towering self. It just made it easier to slip kids away from their occupied families, dragging them away with the promise of a game or a prize to be won, only to become giddy with the panic that ensued afterwards, mothers and fathers losing their grip as they scoured for their already deceased child. The clown was here for the fifth night this week, the summer breeze ruffling his feathered costume as he scanned a large group of elementary schoolers rushing towards a ferris wheel, picking his target out of the litter and moving in.

Until he spotted you, elbows wrapped tight around another girl’s right behind the kids, eyes wide as you picked out which rides you wanted to try first. A couple more friends filed in behind you, obnoxiously loud as they tried to impress you, daring each other to try the more frightening ones. Jack grit his teeth, jagged pearls clenching as he rolls his eyes, scoffing at the irritable sound of desperation. Your group pushed passed him, not a single eye batting in his direction as he tried to press through you all, distance gaining between him and the small group of children making their way to another set of rides. He looked down, making sure to avoid bumping any of you as even the tallest of your friends barely reached his chest, his size overbearing as he brushed past you, barely catching your eyes as you stopped.

Jack hesitated, feet planted into the ground as he turned over his shoulder, stunned as your eyes locked with his. At first, he wasn’t sure if you were just looking through him, neck craned in some odd position at something behind his head. But as you smiled awkwardly, nodding your head as a silent hello, Jack froze, eyes wide. You could see him. Before it became awkward, Jack nodded back, watching as you turned back and continued with your friends, all of them completely unaware of the exchange that just took place. There was no fear in your gaze as you glanced back again, smiling sweetly before friends pushed you towards the ticket booth and out of the clown’s sight.

He stood stunned, not knowing what to do but knowing he couldn’t let you slip, couldn’t let you out of his sight. It had felt like ages since someone had noticed him, actually noticed him. He had always chosen when he wanted attention, letting his appearance become visible to onlookers who otherwise wouldn’t have felt his presence at all, giving them a jump of fear at his arrival. But you saw him anyway, despite his invisibility, despite his ability to blend. For some reason, you weren’t afraid of his chilling appearance, brushing him off as another circus carnie and being more polite to him than anyone ever cared. Over the last several years, it had been nothing but screams and pleas, all music to his ears, of course, but some desperate tug on his nonexistent heart jumped at the civility you showed him. He needed more.

Pressing into the shadows of a taller fair ride, Jack watched you closely, the corners of his mouth jumping to a smile every time yours did. The group of kids he was after was long forgotten, intentions focused on following you towards the merry-go-round that sat in the center of the fairgrounds. He quickly followed, slipping through the unattended gates easily and hopping on the ride with you, seated on a plastic horse several rows back. As the ride started up, happy music played loudly as you giggled and slowly teetered up and down, joking with your friends. Your hair danced beautifully in the wind, bright lights and colorful tones dancing in your eyes and across your cheeks, a way that only really Jack could appreciate. 

There was no clear reason as to why you were able to see him when others couldn’t, pushing past his invisibility and meeting his gaze, but he didn’t care. For the rest of the ride and the rest of your time on the grounds, Jack made sure not to catch your attention again, watching you carefully how you interacted, your sweetheart personality pulling him ever-near. He couldn’t stand it, couldn’t focus anywhere else as he watched your group grow tired and begin to head towards the exit, a boy’s arm falling lazily over your shoulders and tugging you into his truck. 

Jack didn’t care as he left groups of potential victims behind, silently following you into the parking lot and hiding in the dark spots that even you couldn’t see him. He didn’t care as he followed you home, abandoning all instincts and mind becoming fogged as he watched you crawl into bed from your window, heart skipping as you curled in. You would be his. You had to be. You didn’t have a choice.

-

You had been unnerved for weeks.

It wasn’t anything serious. No traumatic experience or humiliating incident that kept you up into the late hours of the night, like most girls your age would’ve been. Maybe having to worry about what clothes you were going to wear the next day or who liked you at work would’ve been a much better thing to stay up and think about. No, it was something much more unenjoyable.

These dreams, wild and constant, happen every night at the same time. They would all start the same, you climbing into bed comfortably and snuggling in after a long day, desperate for a relaxing slumber. But then you would doze, senses leaving you in the darkness of your room, almost on the verge of slipping… and then you would hear it. The quiet, subtle echo of carnival music, almost like a music box was winding near your bed. You knew you were asleep, consciousness floating in that weird in-between, but you were somehow still fully aware, still active in your brain even though your body wasn’t. The first time it had happened, you were afraid, and confused if you were experiencing some weird lucid dream or having a seizure, but then it happened again the next night and the next.

After the music wound for what felt like forever, the same merry tune looping in your head, you would eventually see it, the tall figure. He would stay back in the haziness of your mind, in the shadows your brain couldn’t see, but you already knew who it was. 

The clown from the fair, smiling sweetly at you, stark-white face contrasted against the darkness of your dream. He was tall, like had to bend halfway down to reach your eye level tall, his limbs lengthy in comparison. He wore the same costume he did the first night you saw him, black and white striped and decorated with a feathered collar, like a sad recreation of a children’s entertainment piece. You didn’t know why you were seeing him, or why your brain was so focused on him, but it wasn’t like you could do anything to stop it.

The first couple of times, he just stayed at a distance, watching silently as you questioned him, trying to press towards him until you were abruptly awoken and left confused. Eventually, he started getting closer, refusing to speak but at least coming into clear focus, letting you see his painted face and chilling demeanor up close. But the more you talked, the more you questioned why he was here and why you were seeing him, the more eager he got.

The dreams started getting longer, more intense on your physical as you slept, constantly waking covered in sweat. The clown's hands began to roam, your body immovable against his curious claws as he rubbed and poked you all over, smiling at the reactions that came. They were sweet at first, tucking your hair behind your ear or caressing your small hands, but they soon became feisty. The touches grew to rubs, pressing his arms around your smaller body and pushing against your skin, gripping at your clothes and tugging them away, claws so realistically scratching against your warmth. With each dream, the intensity grew, your body waking up in a horny panic to settle itself out, panting against your pillow and trying to recollect yourself. It was boggling, so confused and pent up that you couldn’t do anything but fall right back to sleep, starting the cycle all over again.

Jack watched through every night. He perched in the corner of your room, lips curling to a smile with every flinch and tug of your body as he manipulated your dreams, making you see and feel what he wanted you to. He never let you see him, disappearing into the night whenever you would wake, but always arriving the next night to watch you again. It was his favorite, the little noises that squirmed from your lips when he would press his claws between your legs in your dream, making your thighs press together on your bed. He loved it, he loved you. But, he was becoming impatient, not satisfied with just having you in your mind anymore. He had coaxed you enough, driving you to expect him now, mind already conditioned to his looks and his touch; you would be familiar now. Your body would accept him now, even if your mind didn’t.

-

Pressed in the same corner as always, he was twisting your latest dream, giving you the wonderful experience of him licking against your neck, rubbing you through your panties as you wined and thrashed on your bed. Jack snickered, long arms crossed and claws digging into his clothes as he watched, licking his spikey teeth as you arched your back. 

He had decided tonight would be it, the first time you would see him outside of your slumber. Regardless if you were ready or not, he was, and he didn’t know if he could wait much longer to get his claws around you. The clown spent the better part of the day watching you, thinking about you, obsessing over your sickly sweet self. You were perfect, a complete contrast to him, but fitting his needs perfectly. 

When you suddenly rolled to your side, curling into yourself as you panted, cheeks flushed and dark as you whined, Jack’s attention came back. The darkness of your room was lit nicely by a small nightlight, the little sun and moon design shooting pastel colors across your warm skin and making you look so lovely, enough to make the clown press off the wall. 

Your bed was small, definitely going to be barely enough for the two of you as he kneeled onto your mattress, dipping the weight and making you shift, whining from your dream. “Hi, pretty.” Jack cooed softly, brushing your hair out of your flushed face and leaning down towards you, breathing in your lovely smell. He loved everything about you, every small detail that no human would ever notice, only his unnatural abilities could pick up on. You needed him, he could smell it, feel it. Pressing his body down onto the mattress, he curled around you, spooning you against him as he wrapped his arms around your small waist, tugging you closer. You immediately relaxed against him, back arching to accommodate his large stature and legs tangling with his long ones, breathing deep as he snuggled behind. The clown’s claws danced on your skin, tugging at your clothes and brushing against your hair, smiling as he placed small kisses against your tired face. You melted into him, mind completely unaware as he still mixed in your dreams, contorting your senses to automatically crave him. 

“So small… smells good…” He mumbled against the shell of your ear, a subconscious gasp slipping as goosebumps rose. Jack kissed against your neck, minding his long nose and nibbling against your skin, slowly fading your dream out and substituting it for real life. You whined, hands gripping onto his wandering arms and tugging at them, snoring lightly. Small mumbles fell from your mouth, little confused jabbers and sleepy questions that he couldn’t quite hear, but pressed his lips to the shell of your ear anyway. “Jack.” He whispered, kissing against your neck as your browns knitted, sleep heavy on your brain. “Jack…” You mumbled back halfway through a sigh, pressing your neck against his mouth, mindlessly feeding into the clown’s growing arousal. “Jack…” You whispered again, beginning to numbly repeat the name and let it settle in your mind, Jack’s excitement bouncing at the delicious way you said it. As you continued, he began to push your shirt up, palming at your tits and tugging the fabric over your head, letting the goosebumps rise as he ran his claws down. “Pretty girl.” He smiled, nibbling against your bare shoulder.

The clown’s cock was throbbing now, nestled comfortably against your ass as he began to slowly rut against you, long tongue lapping at your warm skin. He drew a claw up, wrapping it around your tiny throat and squeezing slightly, grinning at the sigh that he pushed out as he pressed his hips against your flesh. His cock slotted perfectly between your clothed asscheeks, hips jerking and stuttering as he chased his arousal, holding your hips still as he moved. Draped slightly over you, he pinned you in place, the sheer weight of the clown securing your hips as he moaned into your ear, panting his approval as he humped against you. Your body subconsciously pressed back against him, back arching to get a better angle of his clothed cock against you, letting his claw mindlessly rouse you from your deep sleep and slowly into consciousness. He felt you stir, wrapping a claw around your jaw and turning your head, watching as your eyes slowly fluttered open. He pressed his lips to yours, tugging your cheek and shoving your lips against his, forcing a desperate makeout that your tired brain couldn’t comprehend yet. Jack panted and groaned into your open mouth, lips occasionally catching but he was too focused on rutting his hips, grinding his clothed cock against your ass as you shifted, straining against his rough grasp.

“Jack…” You sighed again, the name repeating like a quiet mantra as your tired brain tried to figure out what was happening, hips instinctively leaning into it because you felt so good despite being so dazed out. “Jack..?” You began to question, hands pressing against his claw snagged onto your hip, cheeks squished together as the clown kissed against the corner of your lips, panting against the skin. Jack dug his heels into your sheets, long limbs contorting to fit around you as you began to squirm, trying to press out of his grasp now, trying to understand what was happening. “Lay still, pretty girl…” He hissed, tip catching on the band of your panties, tugging them up as he rutted, nails digging into your soft skin. You whined, pushing on the sheets and trying to turn around, trying to see who was behind you, but the clown held you still, beginning to guide your hips with his.

It helped that you were already aroused from your dream, body already hot and bothered and easily coaxed into his movement, taking little persuasion for you to open your legs and let his cockhead nudge against your clothed entrance. You mewled, hissing against his teeth nibbling into your skin, little welts appearing across your shoulder. “Feel how hard you make me… Can’t wait to be inside… Can’t wait…” Jack was huffing, burying himself into the crook of your neck as he pushed his hard cock against you, practically forcing your panties into your entrance as he nudged at your hole, trying to make himself inside despite his slacks covering him. He throbbed, claws desperate and tongue curling against your neck, lapping at your sweat and scent of excitement. You didn’t have to look anymore, didn’t have to guess as the ruffles of his collar pressed against the back of your head, long limbs swallowing you, dreams had revealed enough for you to know, enough for you to grind down against him. How he was here, how he had gotten into your bed, how he even knew where you lived, you were too tired to guess, too tired to do anything but let his claws guide you under him, his body sliding down yours. This dream was more intense than the others, it felt real, you tried to convince yourself you were still asleep, still dozing alone in your bed during this wet dream.

But as claws slipped into your panties and desperately tugged off of your soaked cunt, pulling them off of your ankles, you began to question. Jack’s large claw snagged around both of your ankles, holding them in the air as he kneeled, sliding his suspender straps off of his shoulders. You watched through sleepy eyes, eyelashes fluttering as he let the straps fall at his hips, unbuttoning his slacks and tugging them down, letting his angry cock slip out, balls tugged out and laid heavy between his legs. You gasped, whining as he kneeled closer, prying your legs apart and grinning at your sopping pussy. “Gonna eat you out, pretty girl. Gonna make that pussy cum, m’kay?” He chuckled, bright eyes roaming your tiny body compared to his, laying down on his chest as he wrapped his long arms around your thighs, dragging you closer.

You squirmed and whined, letting your hands run down your body and to his wild dark hair, snagging in the mess and tugging his face closer, letting your thighs press open. You had no fear, blissfully unaware of how real this situation was as Jack licked your folds open, long tongue twirling and flicking against your lips. He groaned, kissing against your soaked arousal before pressing his tongue in, nudging the muscle into your entrance and letting your back tug off the bed, curling your hips down onto his tongue as you moaned. Jack was so into it, so focused on pushing his tongue as deep as he could that he could hear you begin to panic, tugging his hair back as you realized that tongue was far longer than you anticipated. It jolted you out of your tired haze, the sensation of your walls stretching around the clown’s large tongue made you keenly aware of just how little this felt like a dream anymore, how real this all seemed. Jack just continued, curling and twisting his tongue along your plush walls, wanting only to soak in your lovely taste and get you ready for him, what he knew you needed. 

You began to jabber your sobs, mumbling against your moans and whining for Jack to stop, hips twitching against the overwhelming feeling. You could hardly breathe, every press of his tongue against your g-spot making you suck in a ragged breath and cry out, gasping for relief. Jack began to thrust his cock into the bed below, rutting against the soft sheets as he became so turned on by your noises, bright eyes clenched shut as he worked. He whined into your cunt, sloppy and messy movements pushing slobber and arousal against his chin, smearing it along your thighs and cheeks, Jack losing himself in your taste. “So tasty…” He babbled against your folds, sucking your lips as he gushed into your cunt, cock whining to be buried inside and stretching you open. You were clawing at the sheets, pushing against his head as you pleaded for him to stop, overstimulation rushing over you as you stuttered, clit pulsing as your thighs shook, begging to close. Jack wouldn’t listen, he could barely even hear you over the roar in his ears, his primal urge to stuff you ruling out any remorse he felt for your aching pussy. 

Despite your pleas, you were cumming quickly against his tongue. Walls clenching and hips spasming around the girth of his tongue, clenching down tight as your arousal soaked in. Jack whined, moaning loud into your folds as he sucked and lapped at your juices, claws dug tight into your thighs as he moved his head with your flinching hips, refusing to let up until he tasted every drop. You cried, sobbing into your hands as he held you still, breath heavy and chest panting as you rode your high, overstimulation pinching at your senses. Jack had rutted a wet spot into your sheets, cock leaking profusely as he lifted off, sliding his soaked tongue out of your dripping cunt and grinning, panting against your thighs. 

You could barely look through hooded eyes at the mess he had made, white face paint smeared across your thighs and folds, sweat and arousal smearing the paint against your skin. It was enough to make Jack cum, his cock twitching hard in the air as he sat back, admiring his paint all over you. You whined, pushing against his claws wrapped around your thighs as he tugged them open again, positioning his hips against yours.

He nestled his cock against your cunt, gripping the length and slapping it down against your clit and making you jump, sensitivity pulsing through you. “No… please…” You whined, trying to clench your thighs together but he held your ankles easily, holding them arm's length apart. “Why are you this turned on if you don’t want it, pretty girl?” He mused, dropping one of your ankles to line his tip with your entrance, the girth much bigger than any cock you had taken before and making your skin chill as he began to push. You frantically clawed at the sheets, trying to push away from the clown. “It won’t fit.” You whined, pushing your hands to cover your aching cunt as Jack laughed, abandoning your legs to wrap a claw around your wrists, pining them above your head as he repositioned, nudging himself in. “You’ll learn to take it…” He chuckled, using his free hand to hold your soft hips down as he pushed in, the tip popping in against the wetness and warmth of your cunt. It probably wouldn’t fit as comfortably as you wanted it to, but when your tightness began to squeeze around Jack’s already-about-to-cum cock, he didn’t mind hearing your desperation if it meant he got to feel you. 

“You were made for me, lovely.” Jack hissed against your ear as he lay on top of you, slowly guiding your hips down as he pushed in, stretching your cunt impossibly wide as you cried, sobbing into the lips that began to press against yours. This wasn’t a dream, not anymore, you realized. A claw held down your wrists above your head, the other sliding under your knee to push your leg back, opening your entrance wider to give the clown a better angle. He moaned loudly, laughing through whines as he began to shallowly thrust, the first couple inches pushing in and out of your cunt as you sobbed, straining against him. “That’s it. Let me in, let me fuck you like you need to be…” He smiled, lazy laughs and heavy groans filling your open mouth as he sucked on your lips, nibbling his teeth into your jaw. With every thrust he aimed to go deeper, to push his cock in further than the last one.

It was devastating for your cunt, the poor sensitive thing struggling to balance out the pleasure and pain that was wrecking you as you arched, trying to open up more. “Can you feel me inside? Do you even know how good you feel?” Jack laughed, moving to bite down against your neck, hissing as he licked against the wound, kissing down your shoulder. He was getting deeper down, cunt relaxing the longer he thrust, walls fluttering around the desperate length that begged to bottom out, getting ever closer. It was so deep you felt like you couldn’t breathe right, gut flinching and contorting with every press against your sensitive gut. 

Loud skin slapping echoed as Jack’s cock began to press against the deepest part of your cunt, nudging against your womb and fucking you open quickly. His balls slapped your ass, the heavy mounds smacking down as he leaned back, letting go of your wrists to cup his hands under your knees, pushing them back as you began to paw at his chest. “Mngonna fuck you so full… Milking me like you need it.” He panted between thrusts, tugging his hips out as far as he could before pushing back into your gushing cunt, loud squelches and soaked folds coating his length. He was close, bright eyes rolling softly as you gripped his ruffled collar, tugging against it as he snapped his hips, moaning against your skin. “You were made for me, pretty girl. Need to cum… Mngonna cum and show how good it feels in you…” He smiled, blubbering against his swollen lips as he pressed his lips with yours, whining into your mouth as he spilt.

His cum was hot and thick, pumping into your ruined cunt desperately like he truly needed you full, big with his seed. He groaned loud, eyes clenched shut as he thrust through his orgasm, milking his cock of all it was worth inside of you, twitching deep into your warmth. “That’s it… So good… Knew it would be…” He hissed, clawing into the underside of your thighs as he raised off of you, licking a stripe across your cheek and nibbling the flesh before leaning back.

You waited for him to pull out, to let his thick cum spill against your sheets, but he didn’t. He only turned you onto your side, leaving his still-hard cock nestled in your cunt as he tugged your right leg onto his shoulder, relaxing back against you. You watched through heavy, panicked eyes, clawing at your pillow as he began to thrust again, sensitive cunt screaming at you as his nudged his cum back in. You immediately began to kick your legs, pushing him away as he just pressed deeper, claw wrapping around your thigh as he wrapped around the other, tugging your body to his with every thrust. Tears spilt, the air from your lungs gasping out as Jack cried out, clenching his sharp teeth as he watched you come undone again, relishing in the way you stared back at him, eyes pleading. “Don’t close your eyes yet, pretty girl… Just one more, I need it, just one… You can take it, I know you can, yeah?” Through every thrust, he chanted some desperate coax, your answering whines and sobs combatted against your cunt that fluttered against his words, fucking his cum deeper into you. Even though your mind refused, Jack had conditioned you, preparing you for him. Even if you didn’t know it, your body wanted him, beckoned for him, needed him. He couldn’t let you down.

Pushing his chest down, he bent your leg on his shoulder, pushing it down and opening your cunt wider, shoving his hips so deep even he gasped against the tightness. “Jack-” You cried, palming against his claws and scratching at his shirt, trying to ground yourself as your body racked under his tugs, bones going limp under him. You were so tired, so delusionally overstimulated you couldn’t physically resist, only your unheard begs falsely wishing for relief, but you knew better, knew that every time your cunt strained around the girth it was a heavenly feeling. “What, pretty? C’mon, talk.” Jack whined, kissing against your calf and nibbling at the skin, turning you onto your back to tug your other leg up onto his opposite shoulder, pushing them both back. With every thrust of his hips, his cum leaked out of your entrance, pooling between your cheeks and mixing with your arousal.

You cried at the deepness, every slap of his hips pushing his cock against your g-spot, nails clawing against his shoulders as his claws rested on your tits, massaging the mounds as he thrust. “So big… Deep…” You gasped out, arching into the feeling as your stomach coiled, your orgasm teetering at the edge. Jack grinned, jagged teeth shining against your nightlight as he continued, spreading his knees to get a better push, skin slapping loud enough to echo against the small room. “Can you cum again, lovely? Cum for me?” You nodded, running your hands into his messy hair and holding stable, tugging as he grinned, speeding his thrusts to a nauseating pace.

You were cumming around his cock hard, hips jerking and slamming against his as you writhed, eyes rolling back as your cunt swallowed him deeper. “Just like that…” Jack mewled, letting his own thrusts become lazy as he grit, whining against the tightness of your cumming walls. The clown was quick to follow, spilling yet again deep inside, fucking his orgasm into you as he refused to stop, pushing your senses into overload as you sobbed, tears running down your cheeks. Jack let your ankles slip off of his shoulders, pressing his chest down against yours as he licked into your mouth, pressing his lips down as you milked his cock dry, tugging the last of his orgasm through with your own. 

You both panted heavily, desperate touches continuing against each other’s skin as you both made out, lying the afterglow of your mutual ecstasy. “So pretty… my pretty girl… mine.” Jack slipped between kisses, letting his cum leak as he slowly pulled out, popping the tip of his cock out of your tight rim. You whined, letting his claws feel your soft skin as he tugged you against him, letting your eyes flutter closed as you felt his cum spill onto the sheets below.

Sleep overtook you, the early hours of the morning tugging at your sore bones as you relished in the feeling of no more perverted dreams keeping you stirred. But when your bed lay empty the next morning, sheets askew and cum stained into the fabric, your friends would have no clue where you went. They would have no clue whose arms you were draped in, carried closely through the woods and out of sight and reach of anyone who wanted you. You were special, different from the mindless humans he preyed upon, you were his. He had claimed you fair and square.

No one wanted you as Jack did. And no one would ever get the chance to again.

This was an anonymous request!

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[flowercrowngods]

Steve startles awake, disoriented and filled with a slight bout of panic — as always when he takes a nap that turns into five hours of deep sleep and catapults him right into the next dimension for a while there.

Heart racing, he blinks his dark bedroom into existence, and it takes him a while to realise where he is and what woke him up.

And then the landline phone on his nightstand rings again, and he exhales deeply before reaching for it with clumsy, sluggish movements.

“‘Ello?”

“Steve,” comes Eddie’s sing-song voice from the other end, washing over Steve in a soothing way that leaves him falling back into the pillows. He clutches the phone to his ear as he closes his eyes, the smile already forming at how happy Eddie sounds. He rarely sings Steve’s name like that. He should do it more often.

“Hi there.” His voice sounds like shit. Like he just took a — Jesus Christ, has it really been four hours? Well. He sounds exactly like someone who took a four-hour nap after a shit day at work would sound like.

There’s fumbling on the other end, but it stops suddenly. “Did I wake you? Shit man, I thought it was past nap time.”

“I don’t have nap time,” Steve grumbles, actually pouting at Eddie’s words and realising only a second too late how ridiculous he sounds.

“Sure, man, whatever you say. We all know you’re actually just a life-sized toddler.”

Steve sputters, sitting up against his headboard as he gradually wakes up. “Hey! Also, I don’t think you actually understand what life-sized means.”

“Yes, I do.”

Steve shakes his head at this ridiculous, ridiculous man. “What exactly do you think a non-life-sized toddler looks like, Eduardissimo?”

“Like Dustin.”

The answer is so quick and deadpan, Steve cannot contain the laugh that bursts out of him, waking him up quicker and gentler than anything else in the world could have, and he revels in the sound of Eddie joining him. He must look so smug right now, and so damn proud of himself. Steve wants to see him. Wants to kiss that smile right from his lips and replace it with something a lot more genuine.

“You’re an asshole,” he says instead, pulling his blanket further around him as he lifts his knees to sit more comfortably.

Eddie hums, still teasing somehow with just that noise, and Steve just can’t stop smiling. “You like me so much, Harrington.”

“Hmm,” he mirrors Eddie’s hum, but even he can hear the smile on his face. “Jury’s still out on that one, actually.”

“Any tendencies yet on the verdict?”

“Nope, they can’t decide.”

Eddie snorts at that, and Steve has no idea how that can sound so sweet. But it does. He buries his smile in his knees for a bit, the blanket hot around his burning cheeks. He’s hopeless.

“Well, let me know as soon as they do, yeah?”

“Will do,” he laughs, ruining all his attempts to sound solemn. “So what’s up? Why’d you call?”

“Oh!” And suddenly it’s like a switch has been flipped and Eddie doesn’t sound teasing and smug anymore, but instead just fucking giddy! “I have a bed now!”

Steve smiles at it. At that voice, that tone, that infectious emotion. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!” More fumbling on the other end, and Steve can only imagine that Eddie is rolling around in his newly acquired bed.

Who’s the life-sized toddler now, hm?

“No more sleeping on the floor for this Munson boy, nuh-uh, my good sir! We are in possession of a bed now. A wooden bed, no fancy headboard or anything, just…”

“Just a bed,” Steve says, feeling like he’s about to burst into a million little particles of fondness and affection and the never-ending need to kiss Eddie. To hold him. To touch him in any way he can. “That’s great, Edsie.”

“It is, Stevesie.”

“Man, I hate you so much,” Steve squints at the ceiling and laughs, actually kicking his feet, the minute breeze providing a little relief for the heat in his face.

And Eddie has no business to sound so smug when he says, “Yeah, you do.”

A pause then, and it feels loaded even through the phone. Steve clutches it closer to his face, hoping stupidly that Eddie can feel it.

“You should come hate me in my new bed.”

Steve’s breath hitches, and his brain shuts off for a hot second there. Before he can overthink this, he decides to just… play along. And listen to what his heart has been telling him for months now.

“Oh yeah?” he asks, breathless still, but his whole body tingles with just these two words. With the possibility they bring. The offer that they are. The question. The everything that’s stored in them.

“Yeah,” Eddie says, and he sounds just as breathless. “I mean, if— If you want to?”

“I do.” Steve swallows. “Right, uh— Right now?”

“Whenever.” And it sounds more like an As soon as possible.

“Okay,” Steve breathes, scrambling out of bed as quickly as possible, pulling off his shirt with the phone still pressed to his ear, letting out an embarrassing noise as it gets tangled in a mess of cord and fabric. He scrambles to free it, almost dropping it in the process. “I’ll be there in thirty.”

“To come look at my new bed?”

“Sure.”

On the other end, Eddie laughs again, but he still sounds just as breathless as Steve does. Just as excited. As fragile. Just as many fucking things.

“Alright,” Eddie murmurs, though Steve can still hear the smile. “I’ll see you then.”

And then he hangs up before either of them can get lost in their own heads about this sudden certainty of change. Steve is grateful for the steady noise of the dial tone reminding him that this is happening. But that nothing has to happen.

It’s a nice bed, he finds hours later, fingers combing through Eddie’s hair who’s cuddling him half asleep. It’s the best fucking bed he’s ever seen, if only because it led to this.

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[lokis-army-77]

A New Purchase

Eddie Munson x fem reader

Word Count: 1.6k

When you come home only to discover your boyfriend has bought something completely ridiculous.

Warning: 18+. p in v, riding.

Here's the little thing we talked about the other day @munson-blurbs @lofaewrites @chrissymjstan @hellfire--cult (it isn't as good as I think it could be but oh well)

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Eddie was almost giddy with excitement when he saw the Facebook marketplace posting. The aluminum body was a bit rusted and the inside fabric was also questionably stained but hey it was a decoration for three hundred dollars and local pickup, hell yes, he was buying it. 

The only thing Eddie didn’t realize was that it wasn’t a small decoration. No…  it was real and he had no clue where he was going to store it until Halloween. Then came the brilliant idea of testing it out. He only wanted to know what it would be like to lie there, how comfortable would it be?

That’s how you came to find Eddie lying in a casket in the middle of your living room.

Walking through the door you stop suddenly, as the small walkway between the wall and the back of the couch is blocked. Eddie is lying there, eyes closed and hands crossed over his chest. 

“Eddie, what the fuck are you doing?” 

He can’t help the grin that paints his once stoic features. He squints open his eyes as he begins to laugh. “I’m testing out my new purchase. Do you like it?”

You sigh and whip your hand over your face, shaking your head. “What on Earth possessed you to buy a casket? Wait, hang on, where did you buy a casket?”

He sits up, resting an arm on the side, and goes into his explanation. “You are never gonna believe it, fucking Facebook Marketplace. It was so cheap and to be honest I thought it was a fake one that would have been maybe a foot or two tall but nope. Imagine my surprise when I get to this guy's house and he rolls this baby out. He slaps the side panel for emphasis. He even threw in the church trucks for free so it would be really easy to move around.”

You just chuckle and shake your head. “Okay, then why did you buy it?”

“I figured we could use it to decorate for Halloween and also because when I saw it was actually real I just had to test it out. Take it for a test drive before I actually do kick the bucket.” He said it so seriously like it was the most obvious reason in the world.

“Eddie, really?”

“Oh, come on babe, like you’ve never thought about laying down in one of these bad boys.” 

“Contrary to what you might believe, no, no I haven't.” 

Eddie reaches out then, making a child-like gesture of opening and closing his hand. You walk forward and curl your fingers around his. “Switch places with me, see how it feels.”

“No, I’m not getting in there.” You laugh.

“Why not? Do you really want the first time you experience this to be when you’re dead? You won’t even know if it's uncomfortable or not.” He pulls you forward even more. 

“Eddie no-”

“Come on… If you won’t switch then get in with me.” 

You give in, sighing playfully as you bend down and crawl into the cramped casket. Eddie tries his best to shift over so you have space, but the area inside is only so big and definitely was never intended for two.

You both are laughing when your knee suddenly loses its steadiness, atop the thin, almost non-existent padding layered over the metal bottom, and slides out from under you and you fall on top of Eddie’s chest with an “oomph”.  You look up and you catch a glint in his eye as they darken just a bit. 

It’s a familiar look, one that he has given you so many times no matter the situation or surroundings. A look that he knows you will give into. 

“Don’t look at me like that.” You plead with him, knowing where this will end. 

Eddie looks at you, eyebrows raised in faux confusion. “I’m not looking at you in any particular way, Sweetheart.”

You slap his chest playfully. “Eddie you are giving me your ‘I want sex’ eyes and I am not going to, not here.”

“Baby,” He wines. “Come on. It’ll be sexy. We could even role-play as vampires.” 

“No-”

“Please.” Eddie reaches his hand to cup your cheek, pleading softly as he brings his face closer to yours. You are trying to fight it but you know you can’t and Eddie knows too. As soon as he looked at you with those sultry brown eyes, you were plyant in his grasp.

When his lips press into yours, you sigh, relaxing into him. Your fingers curl into his shirt and you inch up, caging his hips between your thighs. It hasn’t even been thirty seconds from when the kiss started and you can already feel him hardening under you. 

Pulling away, you mumble into him, lips barely touching. “Does it really turn you on thinking of fucking here?” 

Eddie nods and surges forward to reconnect your mouths. His tongue flits past your lips and finds its way inside, caressing your own. 

You're barely-there resolve crumbles as you begin to roll your hips into him. You can feel his hard length as you grind, his breath catches in his throat. 

"Fuck baby," he mumbles against your lips.  "Need to feel you around me."

There is a heat coursing through you, clouding your mind as your fingers begin to unbutton his pants. 

Eddie is eager, his hips press up into your hands, pushing you to free him faster. The blue cotton of his boxers has turned a deeper color in a small spot where the head of his cock rests, the precum there being soaked up by the cloth. 

You slide a nail up his covered shaft and a great shiver overtakes his body under you. "Don't tease me- please."

A chuckle bubbles out of you. "But that's the fun part." 

Eddie just whimpers in response. 

You begin pushing your fingers past the elastic waistband. You pull the fabric down and bring your other hand up to help situate both his pants and boxers down to his mid-thigh.

His cock springs forward and you can't help the feeling of absolute lust coursing through your veins. You need him inside you, now. 

You silently thank your past self for deciding to wear a dress today. In your need, you don't think you would be able to wrangle yourself out of a pair of pants. 

Firmly you take Eddie's cock into your hand. He hisses at the new pressure you ar editing him. 

"Fuck baby, just like that." His hips jump into your touch. 

"Gonna let me fuck myself on you? Gonna let me take what I want?"

Eddie only nods. Words have left him as he stares into your sultry gaze. 

You begin to stroke him, up and down, spreading the stickiness leaking from his tip with your thumb. 

Then, you begin to scoot up his body. Hovering over him. Eddie watches in awe as you take him up in one hand and move your panties over with the other. A slow moan releases itself from your as you begin to sink down on him.

Eddie's cock was perfect. It always felt so good to be wearied around him, his head pushing deeper into you. 

Both of your breathing is labored. You try to keep yourself calm, you don't want to rush into riding him, you want to take your time making each of you feel wonderful. Eddie. On the other hand, is trying not to combust as he lays there and watches.

The way your dress is hiked up around your beautifully, thick thighs, how his cock disappears into you, surrounded by a curly thatch of hair. 

God he loved you. It was the only way to explain why his heart was beating out his chest. 

You groan as you feel him entering you. There is a slight burn as you stretch around him. Slowly, you begin to move your hips. Eddie starts to make choked noises and his hands reach out to grab you. His fingers grip your hips, helping you grind into him. Your own hands grasp at his covered stomach. 

There was an ache building as you moved. Low in the depth of your stomach and it began to grow. The more you fucked yourself onto Eddie the more the ache was felt. IT had you clenching down around him. You cunt milking his cock of everything he could give you.  

Eddie’s hands caress your body. When his fingertips touch skin, it's like an electric shock goes through you. 

“Eddie-” You moan.

“I know, love.” He mummers. 

“Can feel you so deep.” You grind harder, shivering as your clit rubs against his pubic bone. “Need more.”

“Yeah? Take it, baby, take anything you want.” 

You catch Eddie’s hands and guide them up under your dress and to your breasts. 

He hums in approval as he pushes your bra down and begins to play with your nipples, pinching and pulling them slightly.

Your head lolls to the side, hair falling down around you. It’s taking so much energy for you to keep moving. Your legs are beginning to tire out, there is a sting in your muscles. Your knees are screaming at you as they dig into the not-so-comfortable foam at the bottom of the casket. 

Body becoming rigid, you cry out, moaning Eddie’s name loudly into the living room. Your fingers cling to him as your body caves into him. You can no longer keep moving so Eddie begins bucking his hips into yours, helping you to ride out this high and bring him to his own. 

Eddie lets you fall almost completely on top of him once he’s finished. His arms wrap around you, your breaths in sync with the other. 

As you rest your forehead on Eddie’s chest, you feel the tiny movement of him jerking. He’s trying not to laugh. 

You crane your neck to look up at him. “What?” 

He shakes his head. 

“Eddie.” 

“Nothing, just that we fucked in a casket.” His smile was as wide as could be,

You let your head fall and you laugh into his chest. “Don’t get used to it.”

[mrsnancywheeler]

finnick odair x childish!partner hc's

based off this request

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finnick odair would find you charming for the way you showed such a bright interest in things, seeing the best in everyone, and the way you could find entertainment in anything

you'd do dishes only to blow the soapy bubbles on him when walked past and burst into laughter every time

you had no fear of danger, just living in the moment, swimming out as far as you could because you thought you caught a glimpse of a dolphin even if finnick tried to warn you about how dangerous it could be

you loved to be outdoors, in the sun, running up to show him your seashells and the sea glass you found on the beach while he fished

you looked so giddy that finnick would get excited too

finnick would take you out in the early morning, when tides were low because there's nothing you loved more then looking at all the sea creatures on the rocks

after a few trips to the market he learned he had to hold your hand in order to keep you from disappearing

it wasn't enough for finnick to keep an eye on you, he'd take one second to talk to the vendor and your eyes would catch something shiny so you'd wonder away

finnick mostly feared this because you were so prone to believing anything a vendor said, overcharging you, lying to you about the worth or quality of an item

there'd also been the time when you'd initially gotten drawn to another booth, then another, and then lost interest, so when you'd hadn't known where finnick was just decided to walk home without telling him

he'd spent over an hour searching just in the large street markets, filled with non-stop worry when he couldn't find you anywhere, spending another hour checking the beaches and secret spots until he finally found you, blissfully unaware at home

"finny, I got bored, wanted to come home and paint. I tried to make ice cream too, but that was a huge disaster, so don't look in the kitchen"

even if it had frustrated and panicked finnick, he couldn't help but laugh at your antics and let you ramble on about every thought you'd had as he cleaned up your mess

since then finnick made sure his hand was always intertwined with yours which you just found sweet

finnick was always bandaging you out, lightly scolding you for all the bruises you got climbing trees, jumping around the rocks, rolling down hills and in the sand

you'd drag him to the meadow so you could run in the flowers, make you both flower crowns and daisy chains, once you'd insisted on holding a mock ceremony where you crowned him

the meadow had once been your safe place and it felt right to you to do something to signal you were letting him into that part of you

finnick adored the way you pouted when you didn't get your way, like saying you two had to get home, how you needed to put a sweater on before going outside in the chilly weather, or that you both had to go to bed

he especially loved mocking your little pouts and whines which made you increase them until he kissed you which always put you in a happier, gigglier mood

[1004tyun-archive]

❥ late bloomer

✿ pairing: non-idol!taehyun x noona!reader

✿ summary: your high school and college years were nothing short of uneventful. no first dates, no first kiss, no first boyfriend, nothing. but when you and taehyun hit it off at an art exhibit and start a relationship, you know you want him to be your first for everything. but does taehyun know he's your first?

✿ genres: established relationship, smut, slight angst

✿ warnings: slight age gap (reader is 25, taehyun is 21), virgin reader, soft dom taehyun, body worship, mirror sex, voyeurism

✿ word count: 5.8k words

✿ a/n: hi friends! i've been noticing an increase in the taehyun noona lover agenda, so i thought why not toss my hat in and give y'all a noona reader fic of my own? i hope you enjoy <3

very special thank you to @cherrypeaking for being my sounding board while writing this fic! screenshots were shared, tears were shed, memories were made 🥹

You zoom down the streets of Seoul with purpose, the wind blowing through your hair as you blast Carly Rae Jepsen’s entire discography in your car, not caring if anyone’s bothered by the way the bass shakes your car. Today’s a special day, after all.

You and Taehyun’s halfiversary, to be specific. It was like pulling teeth trying to get him to play along with the gimmick of celebrating the first six months of your relationship, but you were too excited not to celebrate it. You had a feeling there would be many more months to come, you knew it from the first date. You’ve never been more certain about anything.

You roll up to Taehyun’s apartment complex and turn your music down to a whisper’s volume. You text him indicating that you’re outside and he steps out moments later. He looks so dashing in a white dress shirt, black pants, his dark hair pushed back, and a Rolex adorning his wrist. As soon as he slides into your car, you’re hit with the scent of his woodsy, floral cologne.

Does he have any idea how irresistible he is?

“Happy halfiversary, baby,” you say and lean in, smiling into the kiss he gives you. You playfully smack him on the arm when he doesn’t return the greeting and he holds back a smile, his lips pressing into a line.

“Come on, you have to say it too!”

“Or what, the magic won’t work?” he asks dryly.

“Come on, say it!” you whine, then cross your arms. “I’m not driving us to our reservation until you say it.”

His smile gets harder to suppress as you give him puppy eyes, you can tell his resolve is beginning to crack.

“Happy… halfiversary, Y/N,” he finally says. You pump your fist and kiss him on the cheek. He can’t stop himself from smiling and neither can you.

If there’s one thing you’ve grown to admire about Taehyun, it’s his dry sense of humor. He takes so much pleasure in messing with you, but you love to return the energy, pushing the boundaries of just what you can get him to do in the name of love.

You switch to the playlist you and Taehyun made when you first started seeing each other and warmth spreads in your chest as you reminisce.

It hasn’t been too long you started dating, but every day has been so bright since Taehyun entered your life.

You’re relieved by everything he is. Protective, kind, warm in his own special, Taehyun way. His warmth radiates even as he sits across from you and holds your hand, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. The flame of the candle between you enhances the brown in his eyes.

Being an art museum security guard is a niche job that requires you to look tough and always be on your toes, but being around Taehyun allows you to let your guard down.

You’re the older of the two of you; you’re a couple of months into being 25 and Taehyun turned 21 just days before you met, but you turn into such a giddy child whenever he’s around.

You swing your arms as you hold hands and walk through the city streets together, and Taehyun watches you in amusement, a quiet fond smile on his face.

You make your way from the restaurant to the grocery store to stock up on snack foods for the night.

As you and Taehyun load your many bags of snacks into the trunk of your car, it finally hits you.

You’re going to be spending the night with him for the first time. You’ve never spent the night with a boyfriend before, much less even had a boyfriend before, period.

Your CRJ marathon continues as you drive back to Taehyun’s apartment. Want You In My Room starts to play and the heat rises in your cheeks. You try to keep your cool as the song plays. You’re having good conversation, but of course it settles to silence in the middle of the first chorus.

♪ I wanna do bad things to you / Slide on through my window / (I want you in my room) / Baby, don’t you want me, too? ♪

You get flustered and quickly switch to the next song.

“Subtle,” Taehyun remarks and you want to bury yourself in your steering wheel.

Despite your prior embarrassment, Taehyun has your back pressed against the wall the moment his front door shuts behind you. His hands slide up your waist and to the side of your neck as his lips press against yours.

He kneels in front of you and runs his hands up your legs and under your dress to play with the tops of your sheer tights.

“Can I take these off?” he asks, running his his hands down to rest on the backs of your thighs. He’s so breathtaking from this angle, looking up at you with those eager, glittering eyes.

His breath is fanning against your thigh, sending tingles up your spine and making you dizzy. Every cell in your body is urging you, screaming at you to say yes.

And yet…

“Wait,” you say, breathing a little heavily. “I… uh, I-I didn’t shave.”

“That doesn’t bother me.”

“Well, it bothers me,” you emphasize, sounding more offended than you intended. Taehyun pauses to look at you for a moment before the warmth of his hands slowly leave your body. You feel a pang of guilt and offer a meek apology as he rises to his feet.

“It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”

But that’s the problem. You do want to, you really really want to.

But there’s a massive roadblock that always stands in your way whenever situations like this arise.

A roadblock called inexperience.

You change into your pajamas and spend the rest of the night watching competitive cooking shows on Netflix while gossiping about your work lives and sharing snacks like you’re two kids having a sleepover.

You fall asleep on the couch snuggled into his side and you’re stirred awake by his movement.

“Let’s get to bed,” he says sleepily. He helps you up from the couch and you can’t ignore the butterflies in your stomach as you realize you’ll be sleeping in the same bed together for the first time.

Once it dawns on you that you’re sleeping together, you’re too giddy to possibly fall asleep. You say goodnight when Taehyun falls asleep, but you’re still up, taking in the atmosphere of his bedroom. He has blackout curtains but a small, round galaxy lamp casts shadows on the ceiling and grants the perfect amount of light to the room. Everything smells like him, floral and woodsy like his cologne, but also like the lavender scent of his hair shampoo.

You could imagine yourself here more often.

When you wake up hours later, all you can do is stare at Taehyun’s sleeping face. He looks so peaceful when he’s sleeping, even with his mouth slightly open and messy hair.

“Morning,” Taehyun says. His morning voice is so sexy, it warms up your entire body. He throws an arm over you and snuggles you closer. You’re close enough for the tips of your noses to touch, close enough to hear his breathing.

“G’morning,” you say then kiss the tip of your boyfriend’s nose.

“I made a brunch reservation for 10:00,” he says. “It’s a quarter to 9 now, so we have time.”

“Time for what?” you ask.

“Time for this,” Taehyun pounces on you and kisses you. You kiss him back and things get heated pretty quickly with his tongue making its way past your lips and into your mouth.

Your heart catches in your throat when you feel his morning wood poking at your inner thigh.

“Wanna make a mess before we get ready?” he asks, his tone suggestive as he slips his fingers past the fabric of your worn t-shirt. Your heart is hammering in your chest as the warmth of his hand against your waist makes you dizzy.

“I-I think we should start getting ready,” you say, shying away from Taehyun’s touch. He looks a bit disappointed but ultimately does what you say and removes his hands from your body.

You quickly get up to get your clothes for the day and go to take your shower.

The rest of the day is awkward, to say the least.

You and Taehyun walk back from brunch. You reach for his hand and hold it, but he doesn’t hold yours back. Taehyun, the chronic hand holder, not reaching for your hand as soon as you left the restaurant already raised a red flag, but him not holding your hand at all?

You get back to his place and take a seat on the couch. Taehyun sits on the couch too, but not immediately next to you. And at first, you chalk that up to him needing a bit of space. It’s not like he was icing you out, he wasn’t kicking you out, after all. He was still in the same room with you, just a little more quiet and distant than usual.

He’s pretty quiet for the rest of the day, giving you tacit responses when you ask questions and giving a half-hearted laugh when you try to tell a joke or make him laugh.

You finally notice things are wrong when he’s cooking dinner. You wrap your arms around his waist and he exhales through his nose.

“Now you want to touch me?” he asks. Your heart breaks a little as you let go of him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask.

“Nothing.”

Oh, so now it’s back to the short responses?

“No, it’s not nothing,” you say, it’s impossible to hide that you’re upset. “What did you mean?”

“Do I really have to spell it out for you?” he asks. Where did this tone come from? He sounds like he’s joking, but not really. It’s really setting you off.

“Clearly there’s something I’m not getting,” you say.

“Then maybe you need some time to figure it out. Time away from me.”

You’re taken aback.

“Taehyun, what are you saying?”

“I’m saying you should probably go,” he finally turns to face you and his face is devoid of any warmth. When he looks at you with those cold eyes, it’s like the warmth leaves your body as well.

You search his face for any inkling of mirth or signs of him joking, but you don’t find any.

He really wants you to leave.

“Fine, I have work tomorrow anyway,” you stuff your clothes back into your bag, and storm out of Taehyun’s apartment without even a second glance. He doesn’t even look at you as you leave.

You walk to your car, not being able to hear much over your heart pounding in your ears. By the time you’re seated behind the wheel, your heart plummets.

It hits you that you’ve hurt your boyfriend’s feelings big-time. You didn’t need to see him on your way out to know that.

You can’t even bring yourself to start your car. You sit behind the wheel and hold back your tears until you can’t any longer, tears spilling down your cheeks while you mentally beat yourself up for having done this. Why were you so afraid? Why were you going out of you way to drive a wedge between the two of you?

It’s like you wanted him to hate you.

You check your phone at every red light, hoping and praying that he reaches out to you first, but to no avail. No message, no phone call, nothing from him.

A sinking feeling festers at the pit of your stomach. You’re not sure if you even want to go home, but you can’t think of anywhere else you could go.

Your housemates Jihyo and Nayeon are sitting in the living room laughing at something on TV and you know you’ve tanked the energy the moment you step through the door.

“You’re back,” Jihyo greets from the couch. “How’d it go?”

“It was… nice,” you say, voice strained.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Nayeon asks, clearly detecting that something’s wrong.

You can already feel the tears returning and you can’t stop them from falling. You break down into sobs and both Jihyo and Nayeon get up to console you. They lead you to the couch to sit down and you tearfully explained everything that has led up to this point.

“I hurt him,” you say between sobs and Nayeon rubs your shoulder. “He’s never gonna speak to me again.”

“Did he say that?” Jihyo asks.

“No, but he didn’t need to. Ever since this morning, he’s been tiptoeing around me and walking on eggshells trying not to upset me. He didn’t touch me, he didn’t even sit near me. He probably thinks I hate him.”

“Sounds like he thinks you’re mad at him,” Nayeon suggests.

“I’m not mad at him, I’m just.. scared of messing up.”

“Why are you so scared of going through with it?”

“I-I don’t think I’m ready. It’s something I want, but I don’t feel ready. There are only so many articles you can read and videos you can watch in preparation. Nothing compares to actual experience, and until meeting Taehyun, I’ve had none. What if I do something wrong? What if there’s something wrong with the way I smell or the way I taste or I can’t get into the right positions or—”

“—Y/N, no one’s first time is perfect,” Nayeon says. “The only way it can be close to perfect is by communicating with each other.”

“Right,” Jihyo adds. “Just like how you can’t read his mind, he can’t read yours either. You have to talk things through with him, even if it’s hard.”

You fall silent.

“Does he know he’s your first?” Jihyo asks.

You shake your head, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“Y/N, you should tell him,” Nayeon says. “He should understand, he loves you.”

“After tonight, I’m not so sure he does. I don’t wanna lose him.”

“Please, you should see the way he looks at you,” Jihyo says. “He looks at you like you hung the moon and put every star in the sky. You’re not gonna lose him over this, just talk it out.”

You keep Jihyo and Nayeon’s words in mind as your fingers hover over your phone screen the following afternoon.

You have to do this, it’s now or never. A knot forms in your throat as you begin to type.

you: Hey are you busy tonight? I want to talk

taehyun: We’re talking now

you: No I wanna talk to you in person

you: If that’s okay

you: We can meet at that cafe you like

taehyun: That’s fine I have time after work

you: Okay see you then

He doesn’t respond and your entire body gets tense. Jihyo wasn’t wrong about this being hard.

You end up arriving first, standing outside the café with your hands in your pockets mentally hyping yourself up for this difficult conversation. You can do this. It’ll be hard but it’s important for your relationship.

You spot Taehyun from the corner of your eye and walk toward him, greeting him and giving him a hug. He doesn’t hug you back, that on its own worries you, but you try not to let it discourage you.

“How are things?” you ask from the across the table.

“Fine,” he says. His tone is so cold, not like the playful kind of cold tone he uses to tease you, but genuinely cold, distant even. A frigid silence settles between the two of you and your throat tightens.

“I wanna apologize for last weekend,” you start. “I didn’t mean to be so weird.”

“It’s fine,” Taehyun says, his voice is tense and it unsettles you.

“No, it’s not fine. I hurt you when I didn’t mean to, and I’m sorry.”

Taehyun is unusually quiet, part of you wants to ask him why but you also want to give him the proper space to think.

"Y/N, be honest. Are you trying to break up with me?"

That question hits you like a slap in the face.

"What?"

"Whenever I try to touch you, you always push my hands away, change the topic, or run away. This didn’t start with last weekend, it’s been going on for a while now and I don’t know if I can take it anymore. What am I doing wrong? Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"No, no. Taehyun, you're not doing anything wrong."

"Then why are you pushing me away?"

"I’m not pushing you away, I just…" you hesitate, looking down at your hands then back up at Taehyun, who's looking at you expectantly. He’s a bit upset, but it's clear that he wants to hear what you have to say for yourself.

The thing is, you aren't completely prepared to say it. You swallow, fighting the dryness seizing your throat.

"I’ve spent all my life feeling invisible. My friends had their first kisses before I did, got married before I did, started having kids before I did while I couldn’t even get a date. I felt like time was running out for me, and then I met you. Taehyun, you make me feel seen. Being with you makes me feel like the lovesick teenager I never got to be. Before we got together, I'd never had a boyfriend, been on a date, held someone's hand, or had my first kiss. You've been my first for everything, but whenever sex comes into play, I-I get scared.”

“Scared?”

“Scared that I won’t measure up, scared of how you’d react. You’ve had years of experience with different partners while I just bought a vibrator for the first time this year. Can you believe it? 25 and I just bought my first sex toy,” you say with a wry laugh. “You make me so happy, Taehyun. There’s no one else I’d rather have my first time with, but the thought of disappointing you or making you slow down for me hurts too much. I don’t want to do that to you."

There’s a long silence between the two of you. Taehyun pulls you into a tight hug. You’re startled at first, but you soon close your eyes and wrap your arms around him in return.

“I don’t even know where to start,” he sighs. “I’m- I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

Another thing you’ve learned to love about Taehyun is his firm belief of actions speaking louder than words. The way he holds you tight in this café speaks for him perfectly. Sometimes words aren’t needed and this is one of those times for him.

“Let’s make some plans,” Taehyun says, determined. “I’m gonna give you the best first time you’ll ever have.”

As the week progresses, Taehyun texts you asking about your sexual preferences, your kinks, anything you’d like to try, and you answer to the best of your abilities. You blush when he tells you the things he’d like to do to you.

Things like tying you up, spitting in your mouth, overstimulation, the works. He emphasized that he’d only do these things if you want him to, but little does he know that you’d let him run you over with a tractor as long as he called you his princess while doing it.

But maybe you’ll reserve those for after your first time. Baby steps.

You open your underwear drawer and the tip of your one and only vibrator is staring you right in the face.

You stare at it for a good minute, wondering if you should bring it along on your journey. You suppose it wouldn’t be a bad idea and tuck the toy into your purse.

You throw on your best dress and heels and make your way out the door. Your heart is beating at a thousand miles a minute but talking things through with Taehyun all week combined with your housemates’ good luck texts this morning give you all the confidence you need.

Your heart is pounding as you walk down the narrow hallway of his floor and get closer to his apartment. You knock on the door and you’re greeted with a surprisingly dressed down Taehyun. He’s got a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants on, a far cry from the glam look you decided to go with for today.

“Wow, you got all dressed up for me?” Taehyun wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you.

“I feel so overdressed,” you confess.

“Don’t worry, that won’t matter later,” he says with a smile and your cheeks burn. He leads you to his bedroom, but you can hardly wait to touch him, to kiss him, to feel him.

You don’t even make it to the bed before you pounce on him, pressing his back to his bedroom door and kissing him hard. He leans into it almost automatically as his hands find your waist to pull you impossibly closer.

“Have I ever told you how sexy your legs look in tights?” Taehyun asks, running his hands up your legs.

“No, but I wouldn’t mind hearing it a couple hundred more times.”

“As you wish,” Taehyun kisses your neck and his hands go to the tops of your tights. He peels them off of your legs and casts them to the side. He sucks on the skin of your neck and you sigh at the sensation as he leaves a few pretty hickies behind.

His hands trail up your ass and to the invisible zipper on the back of your dress. Your heart skips a beat as you feel your dress slowly fall off of your body and pool around your feet on the floor. Taehyun grabs your shoulders and turns you toward the full-length mirror. He snakes his arms around your waist to hug you from behind.

”God, look at you,” Taehyun whispers against your skin. “I can’t believe no one’s gotten their hands on you yet. How did I get so lucky?”

Taehyun sits at the end of the bed and pulls you down onto his lap so that you’re still facing the mirror.

“Lift your hips,” he says into your ear. You do as your told and lift your hips so he can take your panties off. Once he rolls them down your thigh, you wriggle out of them and kick them off to the side. Taehyun unhooks your bra and pulls it off of you, letting it fall to the floor next to your underwear.

It’s a little embarrassing, sitting in his lap completely naked while he’s fully clothed.

Taehyun explores your naked body with his hands, fingers dragging up your thighs to your stomach to squeeze your breasts. You close your eyes and relax into his touch, feeling every individual callus on the skin of his palm. He slides his thumb over your bottom lip and you sigh, granting him access to your mouth. He shoves two fingers into your mouth and your tongue lazily swirls around his fingers before you begin to suck on them.

“That’s it, princess. You’re a quick learner,” he says and you tingle from his praise. He thrusts his fingers in and out of your mouth and you suck on his digits with every movement.

After a minute or so, he pulls them out of your mouth with a wet pop. Your eyes shoot open when you feel his saliva coated fingers in your pussy. Your back arches from the sensation and you make a noise you’ve never heard yourself make before. Taehyun chuckles.

“You’re so cute,” he whispers and kisses the shell of your ear. “So wet already and we’ve just barely started. I can’t wait to make a mess of you.”

He grabs your jaw with his free hand and turns your head to face the mirror head-on.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror for me.”

You obey, but it’s so hard. Your vision goes blurry as you watch as his fingers thrust in and out of your wet, throbbing entrance. He curls them in just the right way to have you moan so loudly that you shock yourself. You throw your hand over your mouth, but Taehyun quickly removes it.

You've never seen or heard yourself like this before. He’s driving you absolutely wild.

His erection presses against your ass and when you grind against it, his breath hitches.

He rubs at your swollen clit with the heel of his palm. It’s enough to have you clamping your legs shut and squirming in his lap. Taehyun uses his free hand to hold your leg open as he continues to tease your clit at that same, excruciatingly slow rhythm.

You come undone, high pitched moans leaving your lips as you writhe in his lap and he holds you in his strong arms. He continues to finger you through your orgasm until you’re reduced to a panting and whimpering mess.

“Good girl,” he whispers. “You’re so good, princess.”

You go limp in his arms and he holds you, closing his eyes and burying his face in your bare shoulder.

“Are you okay? Do you have enough energy to get on the bed for me?” he asks. You nod and he helps you up anyway, taking your hand and getting you properly seated on the bed.

You sleepily watch as Taehyun slowly undresses, pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it into the nearest laundry basket. He pulls a foil packet from the pocket of his sweatpants and places it on his nightstand.

And then, suddenly, you have a lightbulb moment.

“Can we try something?” you ask.

Taehyun raises an eyebrow. “In the mood to experiment already?” You nod shyly and he leans in, eager to listen.

“Can you get my vibrator from my purse? I want you to use it on me.”

It’s a simple little thing, a pink silicone rabbit vibrator about five inches tall.

“What do you want me to do?” he asks, hand resting on your thigh.

You shrug, “I don’t know, be creative.”

“How about you show me how you use it?” he tosses the device to you and your mouth goes dry.

“You’ve used it on yourself before, right? I want to watch you use it.”

You’re frozen in place as the gears in your brain slowly turn in an effort to process what he just said.

“You’re already naked, love. Just get in the usual position you’re in when you use it. I won’t judge you, I promise.”

You’re hesitant but you eventually roll over onto your stomach and shift onto your knees so that your ass is in the air and your face is buried in the softness of one of the memory foam pillows. It smells just like his shampoo, you close your eyes and bury yourself in the scent until your eyes suddenly snap open and you remember what you’re in the middle of.

You can’t see Taehyun but can you feel his eyes on you and it sends a shiver down your spine.

“I’m waiting,” he says in a teasing tone and your face heats up. You press the button at the bottom of the vibrator to turn it on and hold it against your pussy, not yet sliding it inside. You take a breath and rub it against your slit, your thighs twitching when it brushes by your sensitive clit.

“What do you think about when you touch yourself?”

You jolt at the question, already feeling flushed.

“Don’t be shy, you can tell me. It’ll be our little secret.”

He must think he’s so funny. It’s hard to concentrate, your mind is already foggy as you try to focus on your own pleasure while trying to put on a good first show for your boyfriend.

“Put it inside,” he says, softly but commanding. You do as he says, mewling as you push the silicone toy into your dripping core.

“Do you imagine me fucking you?”

Taehyun hovers over you, his toned chest pressing against your back. He kisses your shoulder and slides a hand down over your busy hand, helping you to thrust the vibrator in and out of you.

“It doesn’t compare to me, does it? Doesn’t stretch you out and fill you up like I can, either.”

The mere thought of having him inside you is enough to turn you on even more. Your pussy tightens around the toy, but he’s right. It isn’t enough. You want— no, you need more.

You need him.

“What’s wrong, princess? Can’t cum? Not even with me helping you?”

Your eyes are brimming with tears, you’re so close yet overstimulated at the same time and you’re not sure you can take this any longer. You wordlessly shake your head.

“Want my cock instead?” he asks and you nod fervently. He pulls the vibrating toy out of you and the vibrating sensation that initially numbed your pussy is replaced with the head of Taehyun’s cock. You whimper and he kisses your shoulder.

“Let me know if I need to slow down, okay?”

You give a nod and he plants another kiss on your shoulder before aligning his cock against your pussy and pushing into you. You hiss, hands tightly gripping the cotton sheets beneath you as you feel him slowly fill you. Your body feels like it’s on fire, stretching around him burns, but the pain slowly starts to settle in the boundary of pleasure as Taehyun slowly slides into you until he bottoms out.

You’re pretty sure you’ve elevated to higher plane. You can feel every curve and vein of his length inside you, he fits you so perfectly.

“Are you okay?” he asks, voice soft as a feather.

“Mhm,” you sigh. “Feels so good…”

“Mm, that’s my girl,” he rubs your thighs and up towards your stomach. “Relax, okay? I’ll take good care of you.”

You steady your breathing for a moment before he drags his length out of you and plunges it back in. He thrusts particularly deep and hits a spot that has you drooling and grabbing the sheets until your hands start shaking.

“Fuck, Taehyun…!” you cry.

“I’m here, princess. I’m here,” he says soothingly. “You’re doing so good.”

He continues to pound into you, hitting that same spot over and over, it feels so good you could cry. His girthy cock is filling you up, stretching you out so perfectly; you can’t imagine why you waited so long for this, but you’re so glad you’re experiencing it now.

Your entire body runs hot and your thighs quake as you feel a pressure building in your hips.

“T-Taehyun, I’m… ‘m- shit, I’m so close,” you squeak.

“Cum for me, princess. I want you to fucking drench me,” Taehyun says, thrusting faster. “Come on, give it to me.”

You cum so hard that your entire body shakes and your voice breaks. You call Taehyun’s name over and over like it’s a prayer and he holds you tight. Your reaction is enough to push him over the edge as he fucks you through your orgasm.

“You’re mine, Y/N. You’re mine, no one else can have you,” he breathes, thrusting in you faster and faster until he finally cums. You shudder at the way his cock swells inside of you. Your chest rises and falls as you try to catch your breath.

“C’mere, I wanna look at you…” Taehyun pulls out and turns you over on your back so that he’s hovering over you. The outline of his toned body has your heart racing. It’s only been seconds but you already miss the feeling of him inside you.

“You’re so pretty,” he leans in to kiss your forehead and you instantly get butterflies. He falls onto you and you wrap your arms around his waist. You lay there for a minute, still catching your breath until your breathing is in sync.

“Y/N, I want…” his words trail off, he looks flustered. You silently urge him to continue and he gives you a shy, hesitant look you’ve never seen before.

“You might not have been my first, but I want you to be my last,” he confesses. “I know it might be too soon to say it, but I—”

Before Taehyun can continue, you grab his face and kiss him. It’s clumsy, your faces mush together in an awkward kind of way but you can’t help the way you’re feeling. All the admiration and fondness you have for him overtook you like a tidal wave. You separate and he stares at you with wide eyes.

“Sorry, continue.” you apologize, breathless. Taehyun looks at you with amusement.

He chuckles, “No, I think that spoke for me just fine.”

“Come on, say it.”

“Are you gonna interrupt me again?”

“Only if you want me to,” you say with a suggestive raise of your eyebrows. Taehyun laughs, it sounds like the ringing of bells.

“I love you, Y/N. I wasn’t kidding when I said you’re mine.”

You smile, holding back your tears of happiness, “I hope you know there’s no getting rid of me now that you’ve said that.”

“Wouldn’t want that for the world,” Taehyun kisses you and lays his head on your bare chest. You run your hands through his hair.

“I love you, Taehyun. I love you so much.”

[sky-kiss]

For the prompts: I’ve been thinking non-stop about your professor/barista au and would LOVE to see the date/the aftermath of said date 👀

A/N: Dude, I’m so glad to hear people like this dumb universe. Have a second prompt coming in for the same verse later. 

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Raphael x Tav: You Cannot Invite Her to Italy Yet, My Guy

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The temperature has dropped low enough to warrant a coat when they leave the restaurant. Tav shoves her hands into her pockets, turning her face up to feel the breeze on her skin. It’s fresh in a way you rarely experience in the city. Her head is pleasantly swimmy off good wine, food, and better company. 

Tav smiles to herself. Raphael lingers on her left. The wine has left a flush of color in his naturally tanned cheeks. She reaches out without thinking to adjust the hang of his scarf. He stiffens momentarily before relaxing, allowing her to smooth nonexistent wrinkles from the lapel of his jacket. “Well, I’d call that a successful first outing.”

“How gratifying to hear. Haarlep would never have let me live it down otherwise.” He holds out his arm. “Come, the night is young.”

“Oooh, a secondary location. I am doing well.” She tucks her hand in the crook of his elbow. 

“Exceeding all expectations, my dear, I assure you.” He sighs, angling down the street. She relaxes, hugging her guide's arm to her chest. Heat radiates through his jacket, much needed. The material smells pleasantly of him, a touch of spicy bleeding into the cherries and musk. A little creepy to go around smelling your date, but she won't apologize. Most men didn’t smell half as nice. Raphael continues, his movements and voice looser. He’s in his element, rarely liquid; it’s charming. “You read, you brew, you’re well-spoken…what more could I ask?” 

Tav snickers. “My, I’m uniquely qualified.” 

He tips her a wink. “Almost as if we were made for one another” 

It’s a terrible line. Raphael is attractive enough to make it work. Tav rolls her eyes, shrugging under his arm and dragging it over her shoulders. If he’s going to make his moves, she'll try hers. The barista winds her arms around his waist. “Look at that. We fit, too.” 

He stiffens, staring at her in a mix of amusement and wonder. It’s too open for the typically confident man. Tav fears she overstepped. Raphael chuckles, bringing her free hand to his lips for a kiss. “Wonders never cease.”

They wander for a while. He angles them towards a park. They talk about books they’ve read and the places they have traveled. Tav has never been to Italy. Raphael spent a decent portion of his childhood on the Mediterranean coast. 

“Do you get back often?” 

“Less than I’d like. But I am always looking for a new excuse to visit.” He glances down at her, eyes glittering. “In the dark heart of winter, Italy, Spain…they seem like a dream.” Raphael purses his lips. A real mischief crosses his face. “If you require a guide one day…” 

Oh, she shouldn’t. It’s the magic of the evening; it’s the chemistry and the company. She can't stop from saying, “I’d like that.”

They walk a little longer. When it comes time to part, Tav lingers by the door, chewing her lip between her teeth. It’s too early in the relationship, but she’s still chasing the high. “You could come up?”

Raphael chuckles. The professor leans over her, curling a finger under her chin, tipping her head up. He brushes his lips across hers, more delicate than she’d like, still tasting the rich cabernet they had with dinner. “Expectation will make such things all the sweeter, pet. Perhaps next time.” He kisses her knuckles and turns to go. 

Tav just stares after him like a love-sick idiot: a little disappointed and a little giddy. 

Before she drifts off to sleep, she sends him a text. Dinner, Saturday. There is a tapas bar near her apartment, and it only seems fair to continue their faux Mediterranean tour. 

She hates that his response makes her blush: he is, as ever, delighted to serve as her guide. 

[hrefna-the-raven]

Bona Fides

Fallout masterlist - main masterlist

Summary: a few drabbles about Deacon and his desperate attempt to hide his growing love for the sole survivor (reader)

Warnings: none for this one, just a friendly banter :)

Notes: I went a bit off canon for this one as I never understood why the Railroad didn't take parts of Covenant as their new base^^

Part 1

You've been aiding the Railroad non-stop, going from one mission to another in order to save as many Synths as possible. Deacon greatly admired your empathetic nature, which has led to a fast and close bond between the two of you. After getting rid of the Synth hunting inhabitants of Covenant, you helped the Railroad establish a new headquarters in doctor Patricia's underground facility nearby, while you and some settlers occupied the well-protected houses within Covenant's walls.

In the back of the old prison cell room, Deacon sat alongside Tinker Tom, offering his assistance in assembling a new gadget,  or, more precisely, he read one of his pre-war books while listening to Tom's enthusiastic rambles about the device he was currently tinkering with. Deacon's excitement soared when he heard footsteps approaching the entrance, he'd take anything to distract him from the tasks at hand hell even a deathclaw crashing through that door would beat the boredom. Moments later, you walked in, and you and Desdemona briefly discussed the mission while you handed her some of the holotapes you found. Deacon couldn't contain his joy at the sight of you and eagerly rushed over, enveloping you in a tight hug, planning on not letting you go away again. It had only been a few days but the lack of your presence left its marks on him.

"Well, well, look who finally decided to show up! I've missed you, Charms!", Deacon exclaimed with a broad smile, releasing you after a moment.

"Hey Deacs! How ya doin'?" you chuckled, trying to hide the slight blush that crept onto your cheeks from the closeness of the embrace.

The man laughed at the nickname, brushing his fingers through extensively styled black hair before crossing his arms and leaning against a nearby table with a satisfied grin on his face.He found it quite endearing, the way the corners of your mouth twitched ever so slightly as soon as your eyes locked on his, the pinkish hue on your cheeks whenever he touched you, whether hands brushing against each other by accident or in a hug like before. All this made him feel giddy, a sweet tingling within his stomach, quickly spreading through the rest of his body until he felt light as a feather.

"I'm doing great as ever; been working on this new device with Tinker Tom for some time now. We made some great progress today. It's definitely going to help us with a few missions."

"You don't even know what this thing is besides you were just reading while I did all the work!", Tom exclaimed, looking up and giving Deacon a playful glare. 

Desdemona chuckled and went back to analysing to the holotapes, hoping to find something useful that would finally allow them to take on the Institute.

"Everyone's gotta do what they're best at," the spy shrugged, turning to you, wrapping an arm around your waist to lead you away from the other members, "now it's your turn. What went down while you were out?  Heard there was quite a stir up out there."

"Oh, you know, same old, same old! Taking out raiders, petting molerats...", you shrugged nonchalantly.

"You really need to stay away from those things", Deacon  rolled his eyes with a smile, "I get that they're somewhat cute but damn."

"Well, perhaps I require the company of someone more experienced and more in tune to this time and world to accompany me, so as to prevent me from making any further mistakes," you playfully challenged him, a grin spreading across your face.

"Are you really suggesting that I accompany you on your next mission? I mean, I could... if you'd want me to. So you got yourself a deal.",  he responded, unable to hide the hint of excitement in his voice.

You felt your heart skip a beat at his words. Since the moment you first met, disregarding the fact that he had been spying on you from exiting the vault for the first time up to your arrival at the Church, there hadn't been a single moment when you didn't want him by your side. He had become your guiding light in this crumbling, forsaken world you didn't seem to belong in, and he grew more and more on you with every passing moment. Trying to suppress the blush creeping up your cheeks as thoughts of how much you missed the charming spy consumed your mind, you rummaged through your backpack and triumphantly pulled out a full bottle of whiskey that you had found in an abandoned house along the way.

"Look what I've stumbled upon!", you proudly announced, "would you care to join me as I open this and finally get some well-deserved rest tonight?"

Deacon's eyes sparked with excitement as he laid eyes on the bottle, swiftly snatching it from your grasp with a mischievous grin.

"Ooooh Charms! Why didn't you show me this earlier? Let's head back to Covenant, to my room, I got a set of the comfiest chairs and  and I know just the thing to mix with this to make it even more delicious, trust me on this one. One of my favourite pre-war recipies and  I absolutely need your expert opinion on my mixing skills." 

"Firstly, I never said it was yours to take. I merely invited you to share a drink with me. And secondly, you won't want my opinion on adding a simple Nuka-Cola to this fine liquor," you huffed, attempting to snatch the bottle back from his clutches.

Deacon maintained a tight grip on the bottle, his smirk widening as he reveled in the playful banter exchanged between the two of you.

"Oh, I know that. But that's not the point here. I just don't want anyone swooping in and swiping it from me, I mean us of course. And let's be clear, I wasn't just asking either," he chuckled softly, dramatically raising the bottle in the air. "I claimed your invitation and accepted it. So, according to the unwritten law of the Commonwealth, this is now mine."

You rolled your eyes in feint annoyance and playfully slapped his shoulder before starting to walk towards the exit.

"According to my very own unspoken rule, if you don't follow me, you won't have the pleasure of my company. I'm going to get some much-needed rest now, whether you join me or not."

Deacon burst into laughter at your remark, a broad grin forming on his face as he walked after you, his steps matching yours as his eyes constantly darted between your figure and the path ahead. You couldn't help but feel a flutter in your chest every time he looked at you like that. There was something different about his laughter today, a raw honest hint of truthfulness that rarely simmered through his carefully constructed facade. Although it felt like you were blessed to witness it more frequently lately as if it only ever appeared within the closeness that connected both of you.

Little did you know that Deacon had been hiding a secret, one that weighed heavily on his mind with each passing day. One more secret among the many that shaped his true self and yet this one would be harder to keep, unable to prevent it from dripping slowly though the cracks of the person he created to shield himself from the world. It was, or more like, it wasn't simply friendship that bloomed within him, it held a deeper meaning. Dangerously, love had taken root in his heart yet again, despite his experience with Barbara, and it grew stronger with each moment spent by your side. He longed to tell you, show you somehow, but the fear of rejection and the pain of a broken heart held him back. After all, he was a fraud, a man with a false identity, a hidden past, flaunting proudly his ability to shroud himself in a mysterious mist of lies. How could he possibly reveal his true feelings without jeopardising the friendship you had? Insert something Shakespearean involving death and your inevitable doom here, he thought to himself. Love and happiness was not for the likes of him.

Feel free to reblog if you enjoyed the story :)

[mamawasatesttube]

i would like 2 hear more about the timkon wedding pretty please

i talked abt timkon wedding ideas once here! some other thoughts, building off all that:

they are incredibly giddy all throughout the ceremony. bouncing on their feet keep grinning at each other and everything.

their vows are riddled with inside jokes and silliness as well as heartfelt sappy sentiment. tim is like "btw this is the abridged version. i wrote the rest down in a letter you can read later i just can't actually say it all out loud in front of an audience" and kon gets this biiig ol smile and goes "awww. you looove me." and tim just stares at him like. "yeah. that's. that's the point. that's why we're here kon"

kon wears a beautiful lacy white dress. ma, lori, cissie, and bart came with to help him pick it out; lori declared that if tim's first sight of kon in it didn't leave him stunned speechless, she'd call the wedding off bc no one who deserves kon would be capable of coherent thought seeing him in it <3

(not to worry. they do the private lil first look with the photographers and tim takes one look at kon and gets so excited that he has to turn around with a giant giddy grin and just flap his hands at the air for a minute out of sheer joy before he can actually face him. kon is so endeared by this and also delighted by tim's delight at seeing him AND by how pretty tim looks in his tux that he almost starts floating. they're both a bit of a mess.)

(tim is wearing a really pretty tux btw. later, at the reception, when he shrugs off his jacket and rolls up his sleeve bc they're dancing, kon cannot stop staring.)

dick is ofc tim's best man. this bears reiterating

cassie either is kon's best butch or the officiant ♥ if she's officiating, bart's kon's best man.

tim gets choked up during their first non-choreographed slow dance. he doesn't cry often, but the overwhelming joy of the fact that they made it, they're alive and they've grown up and they're here and they're married, and all their friends and family are here with them, just slams into him like a freight train as kon twirls him around.

he hasn't cried in so long that his chest gets tight and his throat closes up and his eyes start prickling and his first thought isn't "oh i'm crying" but "oh fuck did someone poison my champagne?!" before he realizes.

kon notices his heart rate spike a little and then sees him wiping at his eyes and just. "you just freaked out about crying and thought you, like, got poisoned or something. didn't you." bc he knows exactly how tim's brain works

and then kon (radiant, holding him, his husband, in a wedding dress, beautiful, holding him, his husband!!!) is laughing at him and they're pressed together and tim can feel it in his chest and. well. now hes crying harder while batting kon on the shoulder like shut up!! shut up!!

kon (a very good husband) whisks him away after that song ends to go hide in a private lil alcove somewhere so he can just hug tim and let him sniffle it out for a few minutes. all their friends tease about them sneaking off to make out but it's actually just kon being very considerate of his overstimulated hubby-wubby who is not used to processing such intense emotions on the spot. he needs a minute to cling and let it all wash over him and then he's like okay. okay okay im good now im normal

and then they make out. obviously.

[silantryoo]

BONUS [ RP STONT ] — minji the simp

minji and y/n's first (non)date... with feelings(?)

WARNINGS ; n/a

minji played with the sleeve of her sweater as she saw hybe's company car turn the corner. the young idol suddenly felt the urge to puke.

she had planned this for a couple days, even finding an almost-deserted karaoke place that wouldn't have cost much to rent out. it was a way to pay back the older girl that she had come to like so much because despite usually finding spontaneous outings annoying, minji had come to look forward to them.

it was only natural to give back to y/n, and it definitely didn't hurt to hang out with the older girl.

the black van stopped in front of minji, the door slamming open as soon as the vehicle came to a halt.

"minji!" y/n jumped out of the van, her manager shaking her head as she closed the door.

minji could feel herself smiling suddenly. y/n had always brought out a side of her that she never knew about. the girl was energetic around others, despite being the exact opposite when she was alone by herself.

minji didn't have to know that, of course.

"unnie." minji stiffed as y/n hugged her. she awkwardly patted her back, trying her best not to explode. the younger girl cleared her throat. "we should go inside."

y/n nodded and pulled away. she reminded herself not to get too excited around minji, forgetting that the girl hated physical touch. y/n just had a weird urge to always be clinging on to the newjeans member.

minji and y/n entered, and the only people greeting them were the staff. minji quickly stated that they had reserved the largest karaoke room, rushing in order to avoid the fact that she spent her money to set this entire thing up.

the staff nodded, ushering them to the back of the building. he briefly explained to the two the rules and how to order before scurrying away.

an empty store meant getting paid to do nothing for the entire shift.

y/n entered, minji closing the door behind her.

"why is no one in here?" y/n asked, considering that it was a saturday.

minji felt her stomach drop, quickly making up a lie. "maybe this place isn't that busy in general."

"wow," y/n shot the younger girl a smile, missing minji's flushed face. "i guess being around you makes me lucky, huh?"

"i guess so." minji cleared her throat, trying to at least act normal around y/n.

minji took off her bag and sat on the couch. she grabbed the menu, y/n hovering over her as the older girl watched. minji looked up awkwardly, earning a small chuckle from y/n.

she's so cute, y/n smiled.

"i'll pick a song while you're doing that." y/n stated, sitting close beside minji as she shuffled through the karaoke playbook.

minji looked away briefly after realizing that she couldn't focus as she looked through the menu. she could already hear hanni calling her a simp (among the other names that the girl calls her).

she shook her head slightly, focusing on the menu.

suddenly, y/n stood up and rushed for the remote on the table. she quickly typed the song number on the tablet that the place had provided for them.

as soon as the song started, minji's head shot up, realizing that y/n had begun playing her song, 'ditto'.

y/n hollered, grabbing a microphone as she stood in front of the tv monitor. "sing with me!"

minji smiled, an overwhelming feeling of giddiness spreading all across her body. she couldn't help but think of how adorable y/n was at that moment, mic in hand as she sang the chorus. the older girl made minji feel like there was a spotlight made for her at times like these.

if this was how y/n's fans saw her on stage (read: hyein) then minji would gladly become her biggest fan.

minji quickly ordered their food on the tablet in front of them (she was grateful that she didn't have to miss y/n's performance). she watched as y/n vaguely copied her dance on screen.

"kim minji," y/n pointed. "stand up and make some noise!"

minji rolled her eyes, complying with the girl. she watched as y/n came closer to her, almost as if the girl had been serenading her (minji freaked out at the thought). y/n leaned in and for a split second, minji could feel her eyes lock onto the older idol's mouth.

y/n, completely oblivious, wrapped both her hands around her mic and continued to encourage minji to sing.

minji looked back up, feeling bold. gently, the younger girl found herself wrapping both her hands around y/n's as she moved the microphone towards her.

y/n didn't know why, but she swore she felt like her heart had gotten faster.

luckily for minji, y/n didn't notice that she was having a near mental breakdown from initiating something so big. she was used to y/n holding her hands, the older girl was known to love skinship.

but it felt different this time, and she didn't know why.

singing the last notes of the song, minji pulled away, wiping her sweaty hands on her pants.

the two sat on the couch, already tired from performing one song (although they did go full out)

"that was fun right?" y/n asked, minji noticing that the other girl's face had turned bright red.

minji nodded, closing her eyes as she laid her head against y/n's shoulder. the older girl tensed up, suddenly feeling her stomach churn with an unfamiliar sensation.

minji could feel herself suddenly blushing harder. she had known le sserafim was a group of muscular people and had heard rumors that the group's '03 line was known to be the most muscular. minji just didn't expect y/n to be...

minji could fully understand hyein.

"minji?" y/n poked her cheek.

"huh?" minji managed to choke out. "oh sorry. what's wrong?"

"the food's here," y/n mumbled, still not feeling sure why her stomach started churning so much. minji looked at the food, wondering how she missed it. "takoyaki? bestie, how did you know?"

"you talked about it last time." minji closed her eyes again.

"wow, you pay attention to me?" y/n felt like she could almost puke.

minji groaned against the older girl. "unnie..."

"i'm kidding." the older girl giggled. she looked at the food in front of her, seeing that once again, there was a singular blueberry muffin. she turned to look at minji. "let's eat before it gets cold."

"is it okay if i stay like this?" minji asked, turning to face y/n.

for a beat, y/n didn't move, only nodding before she turned back around to eat as much food as she can without the company breathing down her back.

minji closed her eyes again, trying to calm her heart down. she was being delusional. maybe she was starting to see things because she liked the older girl so much.

still, minji could've sworn that y/n looked at her lips, just for a second.

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[awkwardtickleetoo]

You can thank my tickle dreams for this one. (I just so happened to be really ler for George last night)

I feel like George can't handle teases about him being trapped. I'll use Sapnap as an example because he's closest to me. So in the dream George is pretty much just annoying him like a little brother would which earns him a clawed hand to the side of his ribs. He squirms a bit away so his hand jumps to the other set of ribs which catches him off guard. When he tries to get up Sapnap pulls him back down and is now sporadically getting every spot he can reach, not pinning him in any way, just pulling him back when he tries to roll away or get up. Just repeating "Oohhh, you can't get away~! You get get awaaayy~! You're trapped~! You're stuck here~! You can't get out~!" Things like that and George can't even for rebuttals, all he can do is just let out little yells in protest

funnily enough these are actually some of my favorite teases for george as well omg

bc it’s just true right???? like he would fucking. HATE that shit it would get him soooo bad, poor baby :((( he just gets so blushy and shy and nervous bc he knows it’s true so he can’t deny it or he’ll be proven wrong, which means literal torture most times, but even if he wanted to deny it he can’t bring himself to bc he’s so giddy he can barely form words other than whiny little “no!! :(“s and “shut up!!”s and so on

and like. you know george would love being thrown around like a little ragdoll, squirming in sapnap’s arms and trying to push at his hands or shoulders or head or anything like that, it would make him soooo much more giggly and squirmy and nervous and excited that it would make it even harder for him to escape. and sap knows that, so he plays it up even more than he already would, moving his hands around and grabbing george in such stupid ways, maneuvering him into whatever position he wants (especially ones that make it harder for george to get out, bc he knows he loves it), and teasing him non stop as he does so

especially when he over exaggerates it, george loves that too but it gets him so so embarrassed and bashful, which only eggs sap on, of course, how could it not when george is so damn cute when he’s embarrassed????

it’s like clockwork each time too: george annoys him, sap grabs at his ribs or sides or thighs or wherever he happens to feel like that time, george immediately backpedals and does the “no don’t!! i didn’t mean it i’ll stop i’ll stop!!” that does absolutely nothing, and then sap is pulling him into his lap and latching onto his hips <3 and george knowsssss its coming too so he’s immediately squirming and yelling before he falls into helpless laughter and fights to pry sapnap’s hands away

but then sap says “aww, where are you going? you think you’re gonna get away?? that’s so cute, poor baby thinks he can get away :(“ and now he has to struggle picking between hiding his face and shoving sapnap away, which. is not helping his escape attempt. bc how is he supposed to not cover his face when sapnap keeps teasing him exactly how he knows will get him!!! all “you’re stuck with me forever!!!” and “you’re never getting away!!” and “aw, georgie, i bet it tickles so much more when you’re trapped like this, doesn’t it, cutie?” and he’s just. a goner. all he can do is shake his head and laugh and squeak out “im sorry!!!” every so often in the hopes that sapnap will take pity on him (even tho his incredibly happy giggles ruin the apologetic words)

and sapnap knows the difference between george “squirming to get away” and george actually squirming to get away, so he knows when to stop– even if he pushes a little bit further just to hear george’s desperate pleads before he decides he’s had enough.

as george calms down, sapnap stays clung onto him, wrapping his arms and legs around him like a koala and letting george fall into another round of giggles as he playfully shoves at him again and complains that he’s “gross” or “stupid” or the occasional “let me go sapnap i hate you im not kidding” that earns him a hearty laugh from sapnap as he squeezes him tighter. they usually chill like that for a while after, sometimes with some additional gentle tickles if george is still in the mood for them (or if he happens to want sapnap to have a taste of his own medicine, which does happen, but only lasts for a little while as sapnap is much, much stronger than george no matter what the situation is).

usually they’ll watch a show after, sometimes on the couch but sometimes going into one of their rooms, and sometimes even ending the playful night with one or both of them falling asleep, but they both love every part of it no matter how it ends up going <3

[gachawolfiebloom]

Two Hearts In The City of Love

Chapter 16: Trust Issues

Four was the first to wake up this time. He looked down to see Three slightly snoring and he was still holding the teddy bear that his friends had gotten for him. He smiled as he put the bear on the bedside table and snuggled in closer to Three, wrapping his arms around him. Right on cue, the sun dripped in as Four blocked the light with his arm and groaned. Three woke up when he felt the touch of someone holding him. He looked down to see Four cuddling him as this was so adorable. "Honey, it's morning~" When he tried to sit up, Four whined with some yawns "Noooo I'm not ready. Keep me warm and let me hold you." Three sighed, scooting in to hold Four dearly. Once his guard was down, Three picked him up and threw him off the bed. "There. Now you're ready."

Four rubbed his head and said "Why'd you do that!? I was getting comfy!" Three shrugged and said "I still like messing with you time to time." Four grunted and crossed his arms. "You need to cut that out!" Three playfully rolled his eyes and said "You like it don't you?" Four professedly blushed as he asked "S-Should I..?"

Three tackled him to the ground and said "Well I enjoy this so I say yes!" Four laughed cutely as Three began tickling him "S-S-Stop it! I-I can't breathe!" Three felt so fortunate in this moment as he heard Four's cute giddy laugh. He sat there and admired his boyfriend while he thought "I'm so lucky that he's mine. He means everything to me. I won't let anything hurt him."

"Alright, fun time's over. Got to go meet the others." As Three let go, Four thought about his friends and how worried they must have been when he was sick. He quickly grabbed his clothes and asked "Can I get changed first? I want to go say hi to the crew since they haven't seen me in a while." Three didn't put up a fight and let Four get ready first. Once he was done, Three grabbed his clothes as Four went to go downstairs and blew a kiss to his lover. Three caught the make believe heart and said "Go down already sappy sam." Four chuckled and waved as Three held his hand over his chest and smiled.

...

Down in the lobby, everyone was excitedly talking about their next trip. Mario couldn't wait to go on his first visit with Mr Puzzles and he wouldn't shut up about it. It was so annoying that the TV man covered his non existing ears with his hands. Mario then stopped when he saw Smg4 waving at him, looking better than ever. "SMG4!?" The entire lobby heard him as Mario jumped over Mr Puzzles' screen and squeezed his best friend. "Ugh Mario! Keep your filthy self away from my screen!"

"SMG4! MARIO'S MISSED YOU!" Four pulled him away and said "Relax man. It was just one day." The others came up with happy expressions as Meggy was the first to speak. "I'm glad to see you up and moving Four. You look much better."

"Yeah. It's all thanks to Three." Four blushed endlessly when he said that, daydreaming as Tari whispered to Meggy "Those two seem really close with each other now. They really care for one another." She nodded and said "You're right Tari. They would make such a cute couple."

Mario snuck in between the girls and said "What if they're already a couple?"

"Huh? What do you mean Mario?"

"Mario knows they are so gay for each other, but they are super close now. Blushing, cuddling, holding hands! Mario's dreams are finally coming true!" 

"YEAH. ARE YOU BLIND OR SOMETHING? THOSE TWO ARE DEFINITELY FRUITY! THAT SICK DAY WAS JUST AN EXCUSE FOR THEM TO GO FULL SUCKERONI ON EACH OTHER!"

As Four kept blushing, Mr Puzzles scooted towards him while trying not to make it obvious. Four soon noticed and snapped out of his fantasies. "Uh...hi?" Mr Puzzles awkwardly waved back and said "Smg4, I wanted to tell you something yesterday, but I couldn't because Smg3 wouldn't let me."

"Okay? What did you want to tell me?"

"Well...I.."

"OI! Get away from him!"

Everyone turned to see Three standing there, looking angry at his boyfriend's interaction with the enemy. "Ah! Three you're here!" Four put his hands up like he had just been placed under arrest. Three stormed up and pulled Four behind him, yelling out "You stay away from him!" Mr Puzzles scrambled in nervousness to say "No! It's not what you think!" He looked over to the others for help as Four tried to say something to intervene.

"Three I'm okay. He's not-"

"I don't care what you say! Until we are on trustworthy terms, you will not do, touch, or say anything to him! Understand?" Mr Puzzles itched around until he looked down and said "Yes...I'm sorry."

"Hmpf!" Three took Four by the hand and walked away with a snooty look. Mario saw how miserable Mr Puzzles was and said "Mario's gonna go check-a on him!" He cautiously approached and placed a hand on his back, rubbing it. "Is TV man okie?"

"No. It seems no matter how hard I try, I will never be a friend. Nobody will ever forget what I've done. Especially him." Mario didn't know how to comfort him so he just said "Well...Mario trusts you."

"What difference does that make if the whole world doesn't love me?"

"Don't worry about those stinkies! If they give you any trouble, they'll have to answer to Mario!" He did a bunch of silly karate moves as Mr Puzzles snickered and said "Alright then Mr tough guy. Let's get going." He playfully hit Mario's shoulder as the two went outside with their friends.

Today, they were walking to the Arc de Triomphe since it wasn't too far from their hotel and Luigi insisted the fresh air was good for Mario. As Three and Four walked, the blue one said "That wasn't necessary Three. He just wanted to tell me something." He frowned and said "You're being too nice. Who knows what he's planning."

"He sounds genuine Three! Remember how he brought me soup."

"Mario just convinced him to help."

"THREE!"

He sighed and brought Four's chin up to meet his eyes. "Please Four, it would break my heart to see you get hurt. I'm just trying to protect you." Four's annoyance vanished as it felt so sweet that Three was doing this for him. He kissed his cheek and said "Don't worry about me. I'm fine." Three kissed his cheek back and said "I know. I know. But I still worry."

The girls looked up ahead at the absolutely adorable sight beholding them. "AWWWW my heart's going to explode!" Meggy agreed, but wondered "Why did Three kiss Four? Even if they are getting closer, he wouldn't just show affection to Four like that unless-" She stopped mid sentence. "Meggy? Are you okay?" Tari waved her hand in front of Meggy until she quickly pulled the blue haired girl aside and said "I think they are!"

"They're what?"

Meggy saw Mr Puzzles and Mario catching up when she whispered "Psst...Mario." The two of them stopped as Meggy wavered a hand for them to come over. "What is it Meggy? Do you have any spaghetti!?"

"No! I think Four and Three are...dating."

She had looked over to make sure the boys weren't listening when she said that last part. Mario's face lit up as he started squealing and jumping around while cheering "YIPPEE! THE GAYS ARE HERE! THE GAYS ARE HERE! SMG34 IS FINALLY CANON!"

"Mario hush!" Meggy whisper shouted as Mr Puzzles scratched his head. "Dating? Those two are boyfriends now? How do you know?" He studied them carefully as they held hands, but when he thought he saw Three looking back at him, he quickly spun his head around. "I saw Three kiss Four's cheek. There's no way he would do that to him unless they were in a romantic relationship."

"Good point. But what should we say about this? I can't go spilling about this to the others or Smg3 is going to kill me!" Meggy put her hands up and said "Woah woah! Slow down! We never said we had to tell anybody." Mario stopped jumping around and asked "We're not?"

"Of course not! We have to respect their privacy! If they really are dating, then they must have a good reason for not telling us." Mr Puzzles steadied himself as he said "Thanks Leg- I mean Meggy." They ran up to join the group and carried on the rest of the walk without a mention of the possible couple. Mario did look like he was about to pass out from holding it in though.

~A while later~

The crew had made it to the giant, wide archway which you could see upon first glance why it was such a popular tourist destination. Four eyes gleamed as he said "Wow! I've seen pictures online, but it looks even more beautiful in person!" Three nodded and brought his hand up to his lover's face. "Not as beautiful as you blue." Four was taken aback in affection. Before he could say a flirty compliment back, he reached into his pocket in excitement. "H-Hold on! Can I get a picture? I don't want this moment to slip by!" Three frowned as he said "You rely on technology too much. Spend these moments with us instead of trying to capture them all."

"I am...just..give me a sec." Three crooked his head as Four handed him the phone. "Now you want me to help you take the picture? Can't you just-" He didn't get a chance to finish as Four rested his chest on Three's and his mind immediately went to freeze. "Guh! I uh..." He realized what Four was trying to do and looked around to see if anyone noticed. The coast was clear. Three raised the phone up as Four looked at the camera with a genuine smile. Three soon did the same, holding onto Four with his free hand while his other snapped the picture of them with the monument in the background.

Meggy asked the rest of the group "What do you want to do first?" Bob took Boopkins and said 'YOU FIGURE IT OUT WHILE ME AND HIM GO CHECK OUT THE GIFT SHOP." They zipped away as Meggy raised an eyebrow. "Uh...okay then?"

Bob rushed inside, shutting the door and turned to the small fish. "OKAY. IT'S TIME TO CASH IN ON THAT FAVOR YOU OWE ME." Bob blushed and looked away when he said that. "Bob...are you okay?" He covered his face with his blade and muttered "I...WANT TO GIVE A GIFT TO...BIRDO."

"Birdo!?"

"I CHECKED HER ACCOUNT AND SHE'S HERE IN PARIS. I'D REALLY LIKE TO ASK HER OUT ON A DATE." He expected Boopkins to ridicule and laugh at him, but the fish supported him like the good friend he was. "Absolutely I'll help!"

"REALLY? I MEAN I KNEW YOU WOULD SAY YES."

"Yeah! I have a few present ideas already."

"I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU PULL OUT YOUR ANIME CRAP-"

It was too late as Boopkins took out his box and opened the lid for them to be buried in strewnly drawn pictures and waifu pillows. "So this is my Miku pillow, I cuddle with her a lot. And this is my own original story for-"

"MAYBE THIS WAS A MISTAKE..."

Mr Puzzles wasn't sure what to do with all these people walking around. Usually, he knew how to address the big crowds, but after that big failure on screen for all the world to laugh at, he stuck out like a sore thumb. The only person he could get advice from now was Mario. He walked around whispering "Mario...Mario where are you?" The fat Italian sprang out of the bush that startled Mr Puzzles so badly that he fell over. "Don't do that!"

"Sorry TV guy, but Mario is spying on the gay couple." He took out some binoculars and pointed to the boys taking a picture together. "Why? Isn't that kind of boring?" Mario gave him an offended look and shot back "Hek no! Mario has been wanting to see them get together for years!"

"Well...I'm getting nervous with all these people gawking at me. Got any solutions?"

Mario rubbed his mustache until he offered "Wanna come spy on the boys with Mario?" He stared redundantly at the idiot before sighing and stepping into the bushes. "Ugh...make room."

The two sat there behind the bush. Mario kept happily smiling at him while Mr Puzzles avoided eye contact. Since the two of them said nothing after that, Mario shrugged and went back to his important business. Mr Puzzles was getting bored and eventually crawled over to join him.  "Hand me the binoculars Mario. I want a turn." Mario pulled them away and said "No! These are Mario's! Get your own stinky!"

He started getting irritated as Mr Puzzles snatched them away and said "Quit being a brat! I just want to see them for a minute."

"Mario has been awaiting this forever! He basically created the ship!"

He reached out to take the binoculars back when Mr Puzzles stood up and dangled them, taunting Mario has he jumped up to reach them.

"Gimmee!"

"Ha look who's the shortie!"

"Stop teasing Mario!"

"What's wrong? Can't reach your toy little munchkin?"

Mario clenched his fists and tackled Mr Puzzles into the dirt as they tussled around. "Ah! I just cleaned that screen you brute!" Mario found the TV man's weakness as he stuck his gloves into the dirt and began wiping them on Mr Puzzles's screen. He spit the dirt off (not like it was effective or anything) and finally gave in. "Okay fine you win! Here!" He scrambled to grab the binoculars and tossed them to Mario. "Ha ha! Mario is number one!"

He swiped back his spying tool and smugly watched as Mr Puzzles wipes his cheek with his sleeve and dusted himself off. His digital cheeks puffed up as he said in an annoyed tone of voice "...You got my nice suit filthy you stupid idiot." He crouched down to Mario's level and rested his head on his hand, being forced to watch from afar. Just then, Luigi walked up, calling out for his brother. "Mario!? Bro where are you?" Mr Puzzles felt stress and panic settle over him as he jolted upwards. Mario started complaining "Hey! Mario was watching the gays! Get out of the way you-"

Mr Puzzles grabbed him and covered his mouth as Mario squirmed around. When he saw Luigi starting to look in their direction, he dove down into the bushes with the Italian. He nervously waited for Luigi to move on. "Hmmm...maybe Bob and Boopkins have seen him." Once the coast was clear, Mr Puzzles sighed and flinched when he looked down to see himself on top of Mario. He took his hand off as Mario pinched his nose and complained "Ewww you need to take a shower stinky!"

"Hush Mario! You're gonna give us away!"

"Nah. Smg4 and Smg3 are too caught up in their gay fantasies about each other to notice."

"No...I mean Luigi."

"Luigi? What's so important about that bum?"

Mr Puzzles stares blankly at him and starts counting off his fingers. "Okay first, he's your brother and second, he doesn't know about them yet."

"What? Smg4 and Smg3 being a couple?"

"No. My secret pasta recipe...OF COURSE SMG4 AND SMG3 YOU IDIOT!"

"Ooooo you have pasta!?"

Mr Puzzles facepalmed himself and slid his hand slowly down his face. He tried to dumb it down for Mario.

"Luigi, Bob, and Boopkins don't know about those two being boyfriends right?"

"Yep."

"And we know."

"Yep."

"We promised not to tell the others since they want to keep it private and if Smg3 found out we told Luigi he'd sell me for scraps and take away all your spaghetti."

"That makes sense to Mario."

"So zip your lip alright."

"What about spaghetti again?"

Mr Puzzles began twitching and his screen turned bright red. With no regard for the trouble he would possibly endure, he pounced on Mario.

"YOU DIMBULB! SHUT UP OR I'LL RIP YOUR ARMS OFF!!!"

Boopkins kept pointing to everything in the store and Bob just kept dismissing him.

"How about a bobble head?"

"NO."

"How about a t-shirt?"

"NO."

"Coffee mug? It says it's 1% off."

Bob's eyes changed into dollar signs before he shook himself out of it and sat down on the cold floor. "IT'S NO USE. WHY WOULD BIRDO EVER WANT TO BE WITH A LOSER LIKE ME?" Boopkins was surprised. He had never heard Bob doubt himself before. "That's not true Bob! Why would you think that?"

"BECAUSE SHE'S SO COOL AND PRETTY WHILE I'M JUST A HOBO IN RAGS WHO CAN'T EVEN COMPARE TO THE LIKES OF HER."

"Don't say that Bob!"

Boopkins sat down next to him and said "I think you are the coolest friend I've ever met. You started your own rap career and have really helped us over the years. I'm glad you are my best friend and Birdo will be really lucky to have you." Bob's eyes began to tear up as Boopkins handed him a tissue. "Sorry! I didn't mean to make you cry!"

"I-I'M NOT CRYING! Y-YOU'RE CRYING!" He took the tissue and quickly dabbed away the water from his eyes. "BUT...THANKS. YOU'RE NOT AS ANNOYING AS I THOUGHT." Boopkins offered him a hug as Bob quickly pulled away. "BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I'M A HUGGER SICKO!"

Luigi soon walked in and said "Hey guys! Have you seen Mario? I haven't seen him since we got here." Boopkins shook his head and replied "I haven't. Sorry Luigi. Although, I haven't seen Mr Puzzles either."

"HOW THE HELL SHOULD I KNOW. THEY'RE PROBABLY SMOOCHING WITH EACH OTHER LIKE SMG4 AND SMG3!" Luigi started nervously panicking, saying "I'm not worried! Who said I'm worried? It doesn't bother me at all that Mr Puzzles is getting close to my brother."

Boopkins says "Here. We'll help you look. I'm sure it's fine." The three of them head outside the gift shop and just so happen to run into Tari and Meggy. "There you are. We were wondering where you ran off to." Meggy noticed two of their friends were missing. "Where's Mario and Mr Puzzles? We thought they were with you."

"We were just about to go looking for them. Where's Smg4 and Smg3?"

"Oh they're up at the monument. Let's ask them."

The crew went back up to the Arc de triomphe where the boys were giggling and teasing each other. They were about to lean in for a kiss when Meggy's voice startled them. "Hey you two! I had a feeling you were up here." Three huffed "Don't do that to me squid! You almost gave me a heart attack!"

"Sorry. Have you seen Mario or Mr Puzzles anywhere? We haven't seen them anywhere."

Three didn't bother to say anything, but Four said "I could have sworn I saw them come up here. Maybe they're-" Four didn't need to make an assumption because he then heard grunting sounds from the bushes. They all looked over to see some bushes shaking with the voice of a fat Italian and pissed off TV. "Found them." Three sarcastically pointed. Luigi became curious and walked up with the others. He pushed away the bushes and everyone jumped back to see Mario twitching while Mr Puzzles was trying to choke him.

"TOLD YA. SMOOCHING."

The two of them stopped and looked over at the others, who had busted them. Mr Puzzles quickly got up and said "Heyyyy we were just having a little fun here."

"UH HUH." Bob nodded his head seductively as Mr Puzzles blushed bright red and said "Ewww Bob! We weren't doing....whatever it was you were thinking about."

"Mr Puzzles was strangling Mario's neck!"

"Shut it Mario. You'll just make it worse." Mr Puzzles hissed. Three stared at him with suspicious eyes and asked "What were you even doing in there."

"KISSING EACH OTHER. WHAT DO YOU THINK THEY WERE DOING!? YOU'RE JUST AS FRUITY AS THEM."

"I am not fruity! Stop saying that!"

"Bob I'm sure this is just a misunderstanding." Meggy advocated.

"OPEN YOUR EYES SQUID. THEY WERE HIDING IN THE BUSHES BECAUSE THEY WANTED QUOTE UNQUOTE PRIVACY!"

"Wait...Mario and Mr Puzzles were kissing?"

Mr Puzzles couldn't handle this. The alleged "relationship" with Mario made his lose control of what he said next.

"NO MARIO! WE'RE NOT IN A RELATIONSHIP! AND NO WE WEREN'T KISSING BOB! MARIO WANTED TO SPY ON SMG3 AND SMG4 BECAUSE THEY ARE NOW DATING!!!"

Mr Puzzles immediately realized what he just said and covered his mouth with his hands. Everyone's jaw dropped and all eyes pinned right onto Three and Four. "Is...Is this true guys?" Boopkins asked. Both of them felt severely nerve racked as they knew there could be no excuse that could explain their behavior better than the truth. Four turned to Mr Puzzles and stuttered "H-How...How did you know about that?"

Mr Puzzles started backing up as he racked his brain for a way out of this. "I...I...well you two seemed more close than usual and some of the others might have known." Three swiveled his head and yelled "YOU TOLD OUR FRIENDS!? WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DO THAT!?"

"No! It wasn't me! I swear!" He turned to the girls and said "They told me! Right Meggy!?" They turned to Three who was looking back at them with boiling rage, then back to Mr Puzzles. "No...we didn't." He looked to his last hope and pleaded "Mario! Please tell him!" The Italian felt the concern and slipped away to the group. "Sorry...Smg3 is pretty mean when he's angry."

Mr Puzzles felt so betrayed. His friends were pinning the blame on him and now he took all the credit for spoiling the news. Smg3 had heard enough. "YOU MEDLED IN OUR RELATIONSHIP, DRAGGED MARIO INTO SPYING ON US, AND TOLD EVERYONE WHEN YOU KNEW WE WEREN'T READY! I KNEW YOU HADN'T CHANGED!!!"

Mr Puzzles clasped his hands together and dropped to his knees to beg "No! I didn't mean to spy on you! And it just slipped out! Please believe me! I'm trying to change...honest!"

"FORGET IT! IF YOU LIKE MESSING WITH PEOPLE FOR YOUR OWN ENTERTAINMENT, THEN GO DO IT SOMEWHERE FAR AWAY FROM US! YOU ARE NO LONGER WELCOME! LEAVE!" Mr Puzzles raised a finger to say something, but gave up and hung his head. "Well...I hope you all enjoy the rest of your vacation without me."

He trudged off, looking for a new place to stay while Mario watched him walk away, sulking. Four stood there, shaken up from the whole experience. Three went over to check on him as his lover whispered "Why...why would he do this?" Three held him in his arms "I don't know. But I hope this doesn't change anything about us. I won't let that busted piece of crap harm you again."

...

Mr Puzzles walked down the streets in silence. He shivered from the cold, but he deserved to feel that chill down his back. "I guess I really do hurt people for my own selfish gains. I just wanted people to like me, but who could ever like a villain like me? Even Mario turned his back on me. What have I done?"

"What has Mario done?" He kept looking down the same direction that Mr Puzzles walked away from. What was he thinking? Letting Mr Puzzles take the fall for him. Sure he might have spilled the secret because his emotions got the better of him, but that didn't mean Mario didn't have something to do with this...sort of. He ran up to the girls and yelled "Meggy! Tari!" They stopped as Mario ran after them. He was so out of breath that he needed a minute. After dramatically wheezing a few seconds, he said "We really messed up! Mario convinced TV man to spy on the bois and you two told us about the gae."

"Hey!" Meggy retorted before Tari got between them and said "No no. We're all partly to blame. We should have just told the truth from the start." Meggy sighed and said "You're right. But what do we do now? Smg3 is still upset and Mr Puzzles is probably long gone by now!"

"Not for Mario!" He pointed to his nose and said "Mario's super sniffer can detect TV guy's scent in no time!" The girls blinked quizzically at him. "What? Mario knows all your scents. How do you think he knows where to find you?" Meggy wanted to say something, but replaced it with "Never mind. First thing's first, we owe some of our friends an apology."

...

Mr Puzzles was losing track of his surroundings. He didn't know what to do anymore. Losing his friends, no longer on top, alone and humiliated. It brought back those awful memories from childhood. Those screaming voices in his head echoed through his TV box.

Ha! Why would I ever be friends with a weirdo like you?

You're pathetic and such a disappointment. Why were you even born?

Can't you do anything then waste time in front of that stupid TV!?

"Stop it. Stop it! Just stop it!" His breathing increased as he caught himself on the edge of a building. These memories. This trauma. It was happening all over again. And it was made clear to him that it was all his fault.

"Smg4! Smg3!" They were about ready to head back to the hotel when Mario and the girls stopped them. "We need your help to find Mr Puzzles!"

"Why should we!? He exposed us and played us like fools!" Four nodded and said "I'm sorry...but I agree with Three." Meggy said "It wasn't his fault Three! Me and Tari noticed how close you were getting and figured out you were a couple. We didn't want to say anything because you wanted to keep it a secret but....we might have also told Mr Puzzles and Mario."

Tari continued. "We're very sorry! We should have came to you in the beginning, but Mr Puzzles is really trying and we have to get him back!" Four felt regret as he said "I...didn't know that. And it's okay that you didn't tell us. I just didn't want to rush it." Three still needed more convincing as he said "I'm still not looking for him. He brought this on himself." Mario stomped over to Three and yelled angrily "LISTEN HERE SMG3! YOU MAY NOT CARE ABOUT MR PUZZLES BUT MARIO DOES! NOW WE'RE GOING TO FIND HIM AND IF YOU'RE NOT COMING THEN MARCH YOUR FAT*** HOME!"

Three stood in shock and was even a little scared. "Dang Mario...I didn't know you could be so snappy." Four told him "I think we should do it Three. Everyone's given him a chance except you. Don't you think you should too?" He sighed and rubbed his temples as everyone awaited his answer. "Fine. I hate it when you lecture me like that Four." He gave him a grumpy look before softening and said "But that's why I love you honey~"

"Thanks. I love you too."

The crew decided to split up to look for him in pairs of two. They went around the city, calling out for Mr Puzzles, even Smg3. He didn't want to admit it, but Three was actually very worried for the TV man. However, the most concerned for their lost friend was Mario as he felt this was all his fault.

It was now night and Smg4 and Smg3 went down a dark alleyway that was just asking for some shady guy to pop out and ask the couple "Would you like some drugs?" Eventually, Three couldn't take the darkness anymore and took out his phone to turn on the flashlight. He waved it around before noticing Four looked a little tense and scared. Three took his hand and gave him a smile that Four soon returned.

Soon enough, they heard the sounds of crying and saw a strange shadow up ahead. Four began shaking again and stuttered "Is...Is it a m-monster?" Three pieced together the shape of the figure and slowly reached out to touch it, only for the thing to flinch and swivel it's head around. He quickly shined his cellphone light on it before the boys jumped back to see a sorrowful Mr Puzzles. His screen showed tear marks below his eyes and his clothes looked crusty. "Mr Puzzles!?" Four's fear vanished and he said with a concerned smile "We're so glad we found you. I'll tell our friends right now!"

He took out his phone and texted everyone in a group chat they had created that was titled "Missing TV Search" so they could keep the others posted. Everyone had a flood of questions, but Four summed it up that Mr Puzzles was alright and safe, just a little bent up from what happened earlier.

Three showed a little relief to see him as he got closer, but then the TV's expression changed and he turned back around, refusing to face the man who burst out at him. He mumbled "What are you doing here? Don't you have better things to do then come looking for me?" Three sighed and said "Look...I didn't mean to burst out at you like that." He looked back at him, unimpressed. "You've been insulting me all day."

"Touche."

Mr Puzzles swiveled around and said "Just leave me alone. I know you just want to pester me some more for what I did." Three started getting annoyed and raised his voice "We've been walking all over the city for you! Do you know how worried Mario is for you!? How worried our friends are!? How worried I was!?" Mr Puzzles stopped slouching and wiped his tears. "M-Mario is worried? And y-you were?"

"Yes! I know I said some stuff I regret back there, but that doesn't mean you have to go hanging out in a dirty alleyway!" Mr Puzzles felt himself tear up again when Four put his phone away and eyed the conversation. He came over and knelt down, not really knowing how to comfort him. Three didn't really know either. "No...This is where I belong. I can just stay here for the rest of my life. That way I won't be a burden to anyone!"

"You're not a burden to us!" Four said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Not you...them." Three and Four looked at each other with confusion and then back at him. "Who's them?" Mr Puzzles croaked "My parents, those kids, everyone I ever knew in my childhood. That's why I didn't have friends. That's why I was so cruel and ambitious. That's why I watched TV all day. And that's why..." Mr Puzzles didn't dare finish his sentence and instead pointed to his TV head.

Four said "I'm so sorry you had such a tough childhood." Three was taken aback as well. It was just like when everyone assumed the worst in him. Now he was doing the same with Mr Puzzles. His eyebrows softened and he said "I...I'm sorry too. It wasn't your fault what happened back there." Mr Puzzles eyed him carefully as Three continued. "Mario and the girls told me what happened. You didn't mean to tell everyone. We were just putting too much pressure on you. I only overreacted because I love Four very much, but we're still getting used to being a couple."

"Awww honey~" Four gushed and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Three cleared his throat and said "The point is, we...I think you really have changed and we want you to come back." Mr Puzzles sniffed and said "Really?" Three offered a hand and Mr Puzzles gladly took it, standing up. He tapped his index fingers and asked "So does this mean we're friends now?" Three offered his fist and Mr Puzzles exchanged the fist bump with him like he did with Mario. "Sure."

"There they are!"

The boys looked behind them to see the crew with relieved expressions. Mario pushed through and ran up to tackle Mr Puzzles in a great big hug. "TV man! Mario missed you so much!" He stood there in shock for a little until a small smile formed and he embraced the Italian back. Meggy spoke up next. "We're so relieved you're safe! You had us scared to death!" Luigi still felt a little uncomfortable seeing his brother showing affection towards Mr Puzzles, but he pushed it aside for the reason that the TV man was okay.

"Thank goodness you aren't hurt!" Tari said. Bob asked in a questionable tone "WHAT WERE YOU EVEN DOING IN THIS DUMP ANYWAY?" Mr Puzzles looked up from the hug and over to Smg3. "...Just reflecting." Mario cried into his chest "Mario is so so sorry he left you like that!"

"It's..oka-"

Mario then slid Mr Puzzles away and confessed to the boys "Mario was the one to convince TV guy to spy on you! Don't kick him out pleasseeee!" Three rolled his eyes and said "Relax Mario. We made up. He's not living on the streets." When Three said that, Mr Puzzles noticed how dirty his suit was. He didn't even really notice that much and that was saying something from the guy who cared a lot about his image.

Mario cheered and took Mr Puzzles by the hand, dragging him back to the hotel. "Mario can clean your stinky self without getting your TV wet. OOOOO and you can take Luigi's side of the bed!" The green Italian then burst out "What!? I never agreed to that!" He ran after them down the street, leaving the rest of them to witness what just happened. It was pretty late so they followed the goofy guys back to the hotel (how did Mario know which way to go). It seemed everything was back to normal.

...

As the boys settled into their bed, Four kept looking at the picture they took with a cute smile. Three was writing in his notebook, but still felt tense. "Four...I know this is all new for us and I don't blame you for being mad at me, but I just want you to know that I really do care about you." Four eyed him with perplexion. "I never said I was mad at you. Of course this is new for us, but that doesn't mean you did anything wrong." He looked down at his phone and said "I made some mistakes too. You're right. I should have just cherished the moments instead of trying to capture them all."

Three set his notebook down and stared at the wall in exhaustion. Four decided to put his phone away too and crawled over to rest his hands on Three's shoulders. "What are you doing?" He asked with accusation. "I'm cherishing the moment." He rubbed Three's shoulders softly as he soon eased into the touch. "I love you so much..." Four giggled and said "And I care about you even more." He then looked down to see Three sleeping on his chest. "Heh...cute." Four carefully got them under the covers while trying not to wake him up. It was nice for him to be the one comforting Three this time.

[hayanwulf]

Hayan does prompts? Hell yeah! Expect me to come up to your window like in a drive-through.

I‘d like to order FrostIronStrange. We need more of that. Something like „Why can't we ever do normal people things for date night? Like dinner, or a movie? Why jump straight to axe throwing?!“

Aahhhh okay, I’m finally feeling well enough to, like, setup a routine for answering prompts. Hope y’all enjoy stalking my page.

I do not think this is what you expected when you gave me that prompt, but oh well, this is what the muse served..

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Tony scoffed. “Sedalia clearly doesn’t know how to have fun. He should let Egil set that moron’s wagon on fire.”

“Indeed,” Loki agreed all too gleefully, smirking as he cast a side glance at Stephen.

Stephen simply rolled his eyes and turned his focus back on the stage, watching the play.

Loki had written this original play himself, and this was New Asgard’s first ever literary and arts fest. Loki had pridefully relayed as such to Tony and Stephen when inviting them. And though the live performance theater stood under an open sky, the illusion magic was so seamless here that one would think they had truly been teleported to Vanaheim.

The two Vanir characters on-stage bore striking resemblance to two certain people Stephen knew... Egil was intelligent, a curious creature, always ready to learn new things, always trying to push everyone and his own limits with his acts. Sedalia was unmatched in healing and rune magic, always the wiser of the pair, always pulling Egil out of the holes he dug himself.

Tony had been commenting non-stop since the very beginning of the play, and Stephen didn’t think he had seen Loki this giddy since Thanos’ attack.

A smile grew on his face as he listened to Tony’s commentary. He was pretty sure that they were being annoying to the Asgardians sitting near them, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

Soon, however, they were interrupted by a loud chorus of cheer from somewhere to the left of the theater.

Stephen and Tony turned to look what was happening, and found that there was an axe throwing competition not far away from the theater. Stephen was mildly annoyed; who would put that in a literary and arts fest?

Asgardians.

He shook his head and focused back on the stage; Tony did the same. Egil and Sedalia were being creepily stalked by a light elf in the dense forest.

“I’m calling it, it’s the third MC,” Tony said.

“You sound too confident about it,” Loki replied. “He could be the antagonist.”

“Nah. Pretty sure the antagonist is that big ugly guy we saw at first with the sob story of his planet dying.”

There were loud cheers again, interrupting their immersion. Stephen could feel irritation rising up in his chest. Tony turned to look again, Stephen didn’t even bother, his eyes fixed on the light elf who was sneaking closer and closer to Egil and Sedalia, building up a thrill scene. Tony then craned his neck further to their back, which made Stephen frown and turn around as well.

Some of the people were leaving the theater.

They were leaving to go to that cursed axe throwing competition.

Tony and Stephen shared a look, then glanced at Loki sitting on Tony’s other side. Loki’s eyes were on the stage, watching his characters, but they both knew he had to be knowing what was happening.

Stephen leaned down to whisper, “Their loss.”

Tony inclined his head in agreement. This play was a masterpiece, and anyone willing to leave it halfway was a fool.

Tony went back to rambling about the scene. “He’s not as good at hiding as he thinks he is. Sedalia clearly knows he’s there.”

“He is excellent at hiding,” Loki refuted. “This simply proves how adept Sedalia is at his magic and sensing his environment.”

On-stage, Egil was rambling much like Tony was right now, while Sedalia subtly put himself between Egil and the light elf, interpreting the new presence as a threat. His hands lit up with magic. Now he was outright glaring the light elf’s way, provoking him.

But the light elf did not move from his hiding spot, curiously observing the healer.

Sedalia raised his hand to cast a blast of magic, and then—

Loud applause boomed through the air a third time, it was so loud that it even drew the actors’ attention and they turned their heads towards the source, play and roles forgotten.

There, at the target zone, Thor stood bellowing in victory with both hands in the air. On the wooden target, the axe was lodged right on the bullseye.

The actors quickly remembered the roles they were supposed to be playing. Sedalia attacked the light elf, who got hit square on the chest and landed flat on his back.

All the actors froze at that.

Which meant that it was unscripted. Which meant that the light elf actor was supposed to dodge it, but failed.

Tony facepalmed, while Stephen just shook his head in pity for the poor performers. Loki, though..

Loki looked to be at the precipice of losing his patience, face carefully kept neutral, but eyes radiating fury.

“Forgive me,” Loki spoke, suddenly getting up from his seat, and turned to them. “I’ll return shortly.” And with that he strode away in quick steps.

Both of them called out to Loki, but their calls were not acknowledged. They turned to each other.

“What are the odds that someone will be murdered tonight?” Tony asked.

“I’d say pretty high,” Stephen replied.

They both got up in unison and ran after Loki.

It was fair bit of struggle to wade through the crowd of Asgardians now gathered around the target zone, watching and cheering. Eventually Stephen got annoyed enough that he started to fling people out of their way with magic. Tony watched him with amusement. Stephen didn’t feel bad in the least; besides they were Asgardians, they could take a bit of being flung around.

Arriving at the heart of the target zone which was empty but for a few people — a stark contrast to the large circle of Asgardians completely surrounding its boundaries — they saw Loki standing aligned to a target. Thor stood off on a side, a somewhat sheepish look on his face, as he observed Loki. Oh yeah, Thor was definitely the culprit responsible for this competition.

A man came to Loki, handing him a large axe. Loki held it, scrutinized it, then promptly tossed it away towards the sky without looking. The axe landed somewhere behind the crowd, destroying something by the sound of it. Stephen hoped no one got hurt, but there were no shouts of pain, so it was likely okay.

Loki summoned one of his blades in a hand. He let his magic flow through it, tendrils of brilliant green snaking around the blade. His weapon transformed, the hilt growing longer, the blade splitting to two that both grew out into two large, heavy, symmetrical wings. Loki’s axe looked magnificent and perfectly balanced in his grip.

He positioned himself a distance away from the target, but wait.. there was more magic. Stephen squinted, trying to guess what, exactly, was Loki aiming for here.

Hopefully not his brother.

Loki swung his axe with an impossible amount of power. It flew into the target and shattered it into pieces, but didn’t stop there. It continued, destroying the protective barrier behind it, then the backup barrier behind that, and finally crashed into a stall of weapons before its momentum died. Stephen thought he saw broken pieces of several axes scatter all over the ground from the impact.

For a moment, all of New Asgard seemed to fall in utter silence.

Then everyone cheered deafeningly loud for Loki.

(And if Stephen knew of Loki’s foul play with magic, he didn’t point it out.)

His shoulder were slightly shaking with restrained laughter as Loki haughtily made it back towards them, while Tony had that smug smile on his face that spoke ‘Good job!’

“Ah yes, axe throwing,” Tony said dryly, “How romantic. Why didn’t I think of that first?”

“Clearly your genius doesn’t extend—”

“Loki!”

The trio turned in unison to where Thor stood by the (now destroyed) stall of weapons, holding an axe which was no longer an axe; both its wings had fallen off.

“You’ve destroyed all the axes!” Thor shouted over the cheer of the crowd.

“Whaaaat? I can’t hear you!” Loki yelled back, then quickly turned to them. “It seems the play is getting postponed, how do you feel about something else for date night?”

“How about some axe throwing?” Stephen snarked.

Loki turned to see Thor rapidly approaching their group, then turned back to them and grabbed each of their arms. “Beloved, your portals could be really useful right about now.”

“Hey hey, what’s the rush?” Tony said with barely restrained laughter. “I want my turn at this now.”

“Yeah, Loki, even the Cloak wants to try.”

“Loki!” Thor was almost here.

Loki looked back at his brother once, then focused back on his partners and let his magic flow through them, preparing to teleport all three of them together. Stephen finally took pity and opened a portal under their feet, dropping them in their personal quarters in the Compound and closing it after. The last thing they saw through was Thor’s raged expression.

Tony burst out in laughter.

Loki just scowled at Stephen for a moment, feigning betrayal. The Cloak reached up for Loki with a corner and patted his cheek. Loki swatted them away in offense.

“Can we ever, for once, have a normal date night?” Tony asked, half his body lying flat on their bed when he was done with his laughing fit.

“At least this was entertaining,” Stephen commented, sitting next to him as the Cloak flew off his shoulder. “And there were no villains interrupting us.”

“I don’t know, pretty sure Thor easily qualifies for that role here.”

Stephen considered it, then agreed. “Okay, he does.”

“And he got served justice.”

Stephen snorted.

Loki was slowly pacing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, a scowl on his face. He spoke nothing.

“Oh come on here pouty face,” Tony beckoned him.

“I’m not pouting,” Loki said, clearly pouting.

Tony and Stephen shared a look.

He’s a total drama queen.

Yes, he is.

They both got up and took an arm of Loki each, dragging him towards the bed.

“Y’know, we still have some other, very exciting activities for date night,” Tony whispered seductively, making Loki sit down on the bed. “Isn’t that right, Sedalia?”

“Yes, Egil,” Stephen agreed, snapping his fingers. All the windows of their room turned opaque. “And no one will be around to interrupt us for it.”

Loki huffed, his previous bad mood disappearing but still trying to be difficult about it. “Fine, only because I want to stop thinking about that oaf that sabotaged my play.”

“Oh, that’s very easy, babe,” Tony said, pushing Loki down on bed, and Stephen added, “By the time we’re done, you won’t be thinking at all.”

[hasbinartist]

Poll Results!! If there’s any errors please tell me! I hope you like it!! Enjoy 🫶

Part 1/?

It had been a long day at the Vees tower. Valentino was throwing another fit, which not even Vox could calm down, but he was not killing anyone anymore. So the other two vees decided to leave him be. Vox took this opportunity to head home, coming up with ‘Angelic security’ was a pain in his ass, he just wanted it to be done with. Instead of driving or teleporting back to his home, he chose to walk,  hoping to get some fresh(as fresh as it gets in Hell) air. It was only a 10-minute walk, and no one dared attack one of the major overlords, not unless they had a death wish. 

His walk consisted of thoughts of his rival, the radio demon. He felt giddy when thinking about him, blood would drip from the corner of his mouth almost like drool. It was a weird obsession Velvette had told him, it wasn’t an obsession, he had to think of Alastor to think of ways to defeat him, is what he retorted, but that was a lie. He liked thinking of the deer. That’s all he had thought about for those seven years.

His thoughts slowed when he stood in front of his home, it was a small mansion with cameras EVERYWHERE, on the outside, only a few on the inside. There was a small pond in the front yard and a pool in the back. 

He unlocked his door, opened it, closed and locked it when he was inside. He turned the light on and turned to face the foyer. It wasn’t as big as it was Elaborate, it had a wide staircase that had vases on the railings. He liked to feel fancy when he was home so he took his coat off and hung it on the coat hanger, along with his hat. He loosened his bow tie and journeyed into his kitchen grabbing a bottle of whisky and pouring himself a glass. He put the lid on, grabbed the cup, and wandered across the hall to his living room. When he had turned the light on he dropped the cup in shock, but before it could hit the ground, the person that caused the shock had shot out to catch it. Vox watched as he drank the alcohol instead of handing it back. The intruder still sitting on his knees before the TV demon. He looked wasted.

“Alastor?!” Vox exclaimed. He couldn’t believe the radio demon was in his house and seemingly drunk. Alastor glanced up at him, hiccuping and throwing the glass at him, Vox caught it, albeit with difficulty.

“More!” The deer laughed loudly when he was met with a puzzled face on the screen. Vox stood still for a moment, unsure of what to do with the drunk demon, he was gonna turn and fill the cup back up when he got jumped. 

“What the fuck!” He yelled as the two fell to the ground, the glass rolling after it hit the ground. Alastor was sitting on top of the now-laying Vox. The latter went to grab his head, he hit the ground hard, but the deer grabbed both his hands and put them on his hips. Blushing Vox sat up the best he could. “What’s this about? Why are you here?” He shuttered when Alastor’s eyes became lidded, and smile more lecherous.

“What do you think it’s about?” He whispered, standing up, causing his hands to fall to his sides. He went over to the cup and picked it up. “Where’s your kitchen? Well, where’s the rest of the whiskey?” Vox sat there and watched him wander out of the room, glancing around. He quickly jumped up and ran after him.

“Wait!” He got ahold of the red-headed’s hand, stopping him before he could approach a closet door. “It’s this way.”

…

Light shone through the non-curtained window, waking the demon up, causing the splitting in his head to be even worse. This was one hell(😉) of a hangover, he didn’t normally get drunk to begin with so this was a VERY rare occurrence. As his vision slowly came to him he went to get up when a chill hit him, he looked down to see he was almost completely nude, all except a pair of boxers that were very clearly not his. He panicked looking around, this was not his room, nor the hotel. Where was he?

“Ah! You’re awake!” A voice called from the doorway of the room, the voice coming from a somewhat tall overlord who he was supposed to view as his rival. Instead of greeting him back he let his horns grow bigger to threaten the tv. “Wow clam down!” Vox put his hands up dropping the cup of coffee he was holding. The shatter of the glass caused Alastor’s ears to fold back against his head. But instead of cleaning up the mess Vox had approached the very frightened deer, who was trying to hide his fear. Fear that was VERY uncharacteristic.

“Stay back!” He yelled, covering himself with the blanket on the bed. He was about to start growling and hissing when Vox spoke.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you.” This didn’t seem to reassure him whatsoever, nor calm his fear of what he thought may have happened between them. “Oh. We..um.. we didn’t do anything if that’s what you were worried about. You tried to, I think but I stopped you and eventually in me fighting you off of me, you ended up hurt. I cleaned you, but to do so I needed to remove some of your clothes, which is when I noticed more fresh injuries that didn’t look like they were cleaned so I had to remove the rest of your clothes to get to the rest of them. Where I found…all…of…them. You passed out after I cleaned the first two. I didn’t want to wake you.” He rambled, not looking in the radio demons eyes, who stopped glaring at the other to take into account the injuries that Vox was talking about. He did seem pretty banged up.

“So why are my undergarments different?” He interrupted whatever the other was talking about.

“Oh, um. Well…” he blushed, if you could call it that, and looked Alastor in the eyes, “you were VERY dirty, like you hadn’t bathed in decades… So I bathed you…I didn’t look at anything I promise!”

Tbc

[mythica0]

Need A Break

🎂:ROTTMNT

🧁:Donnie

🍫:Raph

Summary: Raph thinks Donnie needs a break, and has a perfect idea of how to make him take one.

A/N: have I ever written the brains and brawn’s duo before? Maybe not but may this be the first!

TW: swearing

Need a Break

Ten hours. It has been ten hours since Raph saw Donnie leave his lab. Ten hours of supposed non-stop work.

Why Donnie did this? Raph didn’t know. All he knew was that Donnie wasn’t taking breaks, and he was going to overwork himself and give himself burnout.

Raph let out a sigh. As much as he hated to defy his little brother’s privacy or boundaries, this was an important intervention. He took a step towards the door, and gently knocked on the surface. The metal door clanged with a ‘tap-tap-tap’ as Raph’s knuckles tapped against the surface.

A familiar, sarcastic voice called from inside the room. “Raph, what d’ya want?”

“Can I come in? I need to talk to you.”

“Sigh. Fine. Enter.”

The door opened with a mechanical woosh and Raph felt relieved. He didn’t want to break the door down.

After Raph had entered, Donnie looked up at him and flipped his goggles onto the top of his head.

“Alright Raph, I’m busy, so you gotta make this quick. What did you need?”

“Actually- that’s why I’m here.”

Donnie’s face grew slightly confused as he raised a brow.

“Yeah, cause you needed something, so what is it?” Donnie questioned, his voice sounding impatient.

“No- ugh- I meant about the whole you being busy… thing.” Raph internally facepalmed at himself.

The workaholic rolled his eyes. “Yeah. What about it?” He snapped grumpily.

“You’ve been working for ten hours straight, Donnie! That can’t be healthy.”

“Annoyed groan. Raph, if you came in here just to tell me to take a break, you can leave.”

“No!” Raph yelled, more aggressive then he meant to sound. He took a deep breath and tried again.

“No. You need to take a break, and you will…”

Raph hesitated as he thought for a second, an idea springing into his head.

“….even if I have to make you.” The eldest brother grew a smile, as he raised his hands menacingly.

Donnie, having been looking at the floor in annoyance, glanced up at the words. “Good luck with tha-“

He saw Raph’s position and expression, and froze.

“-oh no.”

There was a pause as neither party moved or spoke.

“Bye!” Donnie was the first to break the stand still, bolting out of his lab and down the hall.

Raph quickly gave chase, calling after the soft shell, “I’m gonna get you Donnie! Get over here!”

“No way!” Donnie yelled back, crossing the living area of the lair and spotting Leo.

“Leo, help!”

Leo chuckled as Donnie continued to run away.

‘What did he do to make Raph be after him?’

Leo thought to himself, as he shouted back at his twin, “Nope! You’re on your own for this one, Donnie!”

‘Crap.’ Donnie thought, still running as fast as his legs would take him.

It was no use though, Raph was catching up quickly and before Donnie knew it:

“I Gotcha!” And he was pulled into a hug trap.

“No, Raph, you don’t need to do this.” Donnie’s voice shook with a giddy anticipation, as he held back the urge to laugh from his lungs.

“Ooooh no. Maybe you should’ve agreed to take a break earlier. Then none of this would’ve happened. Now, you’re not going anywhere.”

Raph chuckled maliciously at his little brother’s predicament before slowly and secretly moving his hands up towards Donnie’s ribs.

Donnie was stuck. There was nothing he could do to escape and he was beginning to realize that. Laughter bubbled up in his lungs but he didn’t let it escape, he hadn’t even been touched yet!

These frantic thoughts ran through his head, distracting him from the approaching clawed hand, until it finally made contact on his ribs.

Raph started scribbling and poking around Donnie’s ribs, causing the workaholic to burst into giggles at the feeling.

“Ohoho shihihit!”

Raph gasped over dramatically, “Donnie, language! You know the tickle monster doesn’t like swearing!” As he said it, Raph sped up his tickles, still attacking Donnie’s sides and ribs.

“Shhuhuhut uhuhup!!”

“Uh- rude much.” Raph did his best impression of a mean girl from one of those high school movies, even flicking his mask tails back in a sort of hair flip.

He wouldn’t admit it, but Donnie did laugh a little harder at the action.

Although some of that could’ve been attributed to the fact that Raph moved up as he said it, and was now scribbling away under Donnie’s arms.

In response, Donnie’s arms shot down as his laughter increased in intensity.

“Ohohomihigohohosh, stohohop!”

“I’m sorry, I can’t, my hands are stuck.”

“Nohoho thehehey arehehehehn’t yohouhou lihiAR!” Donnie’s voice squeaked at the end of his sentence, as Raph further attacked him.

“You callin’ me a liar?! That it, you’re donzo, buddy.”

Donnie only wondered what that meant for a split second before he heard a large inhale.

Donnie didn’t have time to process just exactly how screwed he was until Raph blew the biggest raspberry he could muster right on the soft shell’s plastron, where his stomach would be.

Donnie screamed in laughter, trying frantically to push Raph’s head away, but struggling to do so as his underarms were still under attack.

Any time he tried to lift his arms to push at Raph’s head, Raph would dig slightly harder into his arms, making them fall back down. And whenever they were down, he would add nibbles to Donnie’s stomach, making him more desperate to push him away.

Donnie was stuck in a cycle of laughter and he couldn’t for the life of him get out. No matter what he did, one way or another he was going to be laughing his shell off, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Eventually, Raph lifted his head away and paused his hands.

“Youhouhou…. Suhuhuck.”

Raph chuckled evilly once more. “Oho, I’m not done.”

Donnie’s eyes widened for a moment, as he was once again filled with a giddy dread as to what more Raph could do, his previously dying giggles flooding the room again.

Donnie was even more excited mortified when Raph took off his battle shell.

‘Oh fuck. oh shit. oh fuck.’

He tried to mentally prepare himself, to no avail. Raph took another deep breath and-

Donnie had no hope. His shell was under ruthless attack of raspberries and nibbles, and he felt like he was going to die from how hard he was laughing.

‘Holy fuck that fucking tickles so much’ was the only thing he could think of, his brain was failing him and all he could do was just laugh his heart out.

His loud laughter boomed throughout the entire lair, heck, even April probably heard him.

“RAHAHA-“ he couldn’t get a word out through his laughter, but Raph could tell he was trying to ask for mercy.

He didn’t want to kill Donnie, so he obliged the not-so-silent request and stopped.

Donnie couldn’t stop the flood of giggles that were still pouring out of his lungs. He greedily gasped for air through them, as Raph grabbed him a glass of water. He drank it quickly, still giggling.

“Hohoholy bahahanana pahahancahahakes, ihihi cahan’t brehehathe.”

“Heheh. I suppose I might’ve over done it just a bit. You alright?”

“Ihihi’ll..behe fihihine.”

After he finally caught his breath and could actually think again, Donnie realized that he did feel better. Lighter, brighter, and quite a bit happier.

He knew Leo would ask about it later. (He did. “What the heck did you do, man? It sounded like you were dying.”) but he wasn’t worried about that at the moment.

I guess he really did need a break.

———THE END————————————————

[wooahaes]

matching pair

pairing: non-idol!changbin x gn!reader

prompt: matching pajamas

word count: ~0.7k

warnings: some sexual comments.

daisy’s notes: oh to match w someone..... sighs wistfully......

“Well... One of us is going to have to change.”

Even if your joke was painfully unfunny to some people, Changbin laughed from his spot on the couch as he turned to see you. The two of you had this little tradition that started a year into your now four-year long relationship where you’d pick out a set of matching pajamas and watch movies together. Unsurprisingly to his friends, the whole thing had been Changbin’s idea: he liked the idea of matching with you and had this giddy glee he’d never admit to anyone he didn’t trust (purely because he had to know someone wouldn’t be a dick about it). You threw yourself down on the empty space next to him, the two of you in matching red flannel this year (last year had been stripes) that kept you plenty cozy in your cold apartment together. He’d already busted out the snacks, Netflix loaded up and just waiting for you to have finished changing after work.

“It’d have to be me,” he said, reaching for the controller. “You look better.”

You rolled your eyes. He always said that you looked better. But you liked teasing him back last year with the fact that he’d look better with them off, just to see the way his face went red in response before he whined at you to stop flirting. Tonight was movie night. The two of you could do that another night, but matching PJs and movies were tradition now. You can’t ruin tradition--not when both of you always look forward to these nights.

You knew how this one would end, too. Changbin would end up pulling you into his arms, and sooner or later one of you would fall asleep first. Most of the time, it was you. Between the sound of his heartbeat and the overall cozy energy these nights had, Changbin’s embrace was the last ingredient you seemed to need in order to doze off quickly. Sometimes he’d lightly tease you over it, as if he didn’t always fall asleep soon after.

 “Well I think,” you said, reaching out to hug his arm, “you look cute, Binnie.”

He smiled, and you giggled as you leaned in to press a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. He’d told you once that some people at the gym thought he was intimidating because of his looks. You never saw it: you only knew Changbin, who’d been shy when he asked you out because he thought you were attractive to the point where he stuttered over what he’d been saying. He was cute, and that was something you were always firm in. Even if he was buff as hell, he was your cute boyfriend who would match with you in subtle ways just because he liked having that link between you, and your cute boyfriend who knew how you liked your hot chocolate at the end of cold winter days.

“Why’d you go with plaid this year?” You curled up into his side. “I thought you liked the stripes.”

“You liked the plaid more,” he said. “I thought you were only looking at stripes because of me.”

You were... But he didn’t have to call you out on it. “There was this set that had little trees on it,” you were slowly getting closer to him, legs draped across his lap now. Changbin always said you were like a koala when you wanted affection, slowly getting closer and closer to him. “Maybe we can find a cute pair like that next year--”

“Baby.”

You looked up. “Hm?”

“Just ask already.”

And you smiled as Changbin wrapped an arm around you, pulling you in securely. “I don’t have to now,” you teased. “You can pick the first movie, by the way.”

Truthfully, you wouldn’t want to spend your movie nights any other way. Curled up with your boyfriend and a bowl of popcorn, other snacks and drinks spread out on your coffee table, was always your idea of a perfect night with him. Love was cozy like that now, and you were happy to have it--matching pajamas and all.

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