#it might be good for people to colour in ya know?

[16th-of-a-twigg]

🔥Bloom & Stella☀️ Ko-Fi

[rafecameronssl4t]

Gold, Coffee, and Mabel || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: based on s3 ep 7 with that scene above except it includes reader and Mabel 🥰🥰

Warnings: swearing, other than that fluff!!!

Word count: 1,036

A/n: yeah I procrastinated and wrote this in like 5 mins

MASTERLIST (dad!rafe au masterlist)

divider by @h-aewo

"And you're sure this guy’s good?" Barry asks, his voice tinged with doubt as he glances sideways at Rafe, who walks beside him, hands casually stuffed in his pockets. They round the corner, and Rafe hums in response, clearly unconcerned.

"I mean, we’ve got a lot of people to see today," Rafe adds, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. He doesn’t even look at Barry, his gaze sweeping over the street with anticipation. It’s clear to Barry that Rafe is in his element, the prospect of a profitable day of gold-selling putting a spring in his step.

Rafe was confident, and that confidence was infectious. Today was going to be a good day. Hell, it was going to be a great day. He could feel it in his bones. Barry opens his mouth to ask about the next move, but the words die on his lips as Rafe suddenly comes to a halt.

Barry nearly collides with him, caught off guard by the abrupt stop. "What the fuck?" Barry blurts out, confusion etched on his face. Rafe doesn’t answer, his focus now entirely on a woman sitting at an outdoor table at a nearby café.

Without a word, he strides over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder and leaning down to kiss her, leaving Barry standing there like an idiot. It’s only when he sees the way Rafe's lips curve into a familiar smile that Barry realises who the woman is. It’s you.

“What are you doing here?” Rafe asks, his voice softening, a warm smile spreading across his face as he takes in the sight of you and Mabel. The hard edge that usually defines Rafe’s tone melts away, replaced by something warmer, gentler. You glance up at him, a bright smile lighting up your features.

"Having brunch with Mom," you reply adjusting Mabel so that Rafe can scoop her up into his arms. He does so effortlessly, his movements tender as he cradles his daughter against his chest.

Barry, still trying to piece together what's happening, blurts out, “Shit, almost didn't recognise ya-” , but Rafe cuts him off with a sharp look. "Language, Barry," Rafe says, his voice low and warning, a stark contrast to the affectionate tone he just used with you.

Barry throws his hands up in mock surrender. "My bad, my bad," he mutters, glancing at you with an apologetic smile. You chuckle at his usual antics. "Maybe because of my hair," you say, running a hand through your freshly coloured locks, your eyes bright as you wait for Barry's reaction.

"Looks good," Barry says, genuine in his compliment. You thank him with a nod, your eyes crinkling in the corners. As Rafe settles into a chair, Mabel perched contentedly on his lap, Barry shifts his weight, reminding himself of the job they’re supposed to be doing.

“Country club, don’t we need to get goin'?” he prods, noticing how comfortable Rafe seems, his focus entirely on entertaining Mabel, who giggles at his playful antics. You smile at the sight, feeling a warmth in your chest before you turn to Barry. “Busy day ahead?” you ask, a knowing glint in your eye.

Barry shoots a glance at Rafe, who seems completely absorbed in his role as a father, oblivious to the conversation and Barry’s questioning gaze. “Uh, yeah. Apparently so,” Barry replies with a chuckle, still not entirely sure how this unexpected stop fits into their tight schedule.

“I’m just going to order some coffee for my mom, I'll be two seconds,” you say, standing up from the table. "I’ll come with you. Might as well grab a coffee while we’re here," Rafe says, rising to his feet. He looks down at Mabel, then back at Barry with a grin. “Mind holdin' her for a minute?”

Before Barry can protest, Rafe is already handing Mabel over to him. Barry’s eyes widen in panic as Mabel, with her big blue eyes, stares up at him with a curious expression. He stands there stiff as a board, awkwardly patting her back and trying to figure out how to hold a baby without looking like a complete idiot.

As Rafe and you disappear into the café, Barry glances nervously at the door, silently begging one of you to come back quickly. At first, Mabel seems fine, but then her bottom lip starts to tremble. Before Barry can react, she lets out a wail, her cries escalating quickly. “Fuck—shit! No, no, no, please don’t cry,” Barry mutters under his breath, his heart racing as he tries to bounce her gently, but her cries only grow louder.

Just as Mabel’s wails reach a peak, you emerge from the café with Rafe right behind you. Relief floods Barry’s face, but it’s quickly replaced by anxiety as you approach, your eyebrows raised in a mix of concern and amusement.

“Did you make my daughter cry?” you ask, taking Mabel in your arms, though there’s a teasing lilt to your voice that Barry is too flustered to pick up on. Barry looks like a deer caught in headlights, especially under Rafe’s intense gaze. “What? No! I swear, I didn’t do anything—” Barry stammers, his face flushed, but you laugh, placing a comforting hand on his arm.

“I’m just messing with you. She’s probably just hungry,” you say, glancing at your watch before pulling out Mabel’s bottle. Barry lets out a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of his neck as the tension slowly eases from his shoulders.

Rafe watches the interaction with a smirk, clearly amused by Barry’s discomfort. “Well, we should get going,” Rafe finally says, leaning in to give you a kiss before gently pressing his lips to Mabel’s forehead. She’s already drinking her bottle, her little hands reaching up to grab at Rafe’s chin, making you chuckle softly at the adorable sight.

"I’ll see you at home later," Rafe says warmly, his eyes locking with yours as he leans in for one last kiss. He gives Mabel a gentle smile before glancing back at you, a lingering look full of affection. With a final nod, he turns to Barry, the smile still playing on his lips, as they head off to make a shit ton of money.

[wisteriaiswriting]

Can you do an autistic trans(if you do that) male reader who doesn’t really get social cues but is overall pretty quiet and reserved with the people from the Hazbin hotel?

𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕪

Words: 1111

𝔸𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣:

He will be unaware at first, so his first impression about you is not good. Thinks you’re being rude on purpose, but when he finds out that's not the case he’ll feel slightly bad.

For his assumptions he’ll subtly apologize by dropping presents in your room (Unnamed of course.) and lending you a helping hand.

If you two become close he will take you to his tailor to get matching suits, different colours obviously, can’t have you taking his signature colour now, can we?

***

For the first few days you’ve been at the hotel Alastor has been weirdly stand offish. Others didn’t mind, often glad he’s staying away rather than closer. But you wanted to know why, so you asked Charlie.

Who asked Alastor, to which he gracefully answered.

“Well, I don’t enjoy seeing terrible manners around the hotel, surely you don’t either?” At his words the reason for avoidance clicked in her head.

“Why didn't you say so? Well knowing you, you wouldn’t… But Y/N isn’t that good with social cues, so he doesn’t mean any of, whatever he’s been doing.”

“Oh…” At her words he left the room, finding you. “Well hello my Handsome fellow,”

“Hi?” After his most recent actions you didn’t expect him to just waltz up to you.

“Unfortunately someone has ruined my suit,” Correct, a good chunk was missing. “And hopefully you would accompany me?”

“Sure, I guess?”

“Perfect!”

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕖:

She's unsurprisingly similar when it comes to social cues.

When it comes to you being autistic or trans she won’t notice, that’ll be the last thing she knows.

You two can not be left alone, someone will need to supervise you both.

***

It has been barely a week since you fell into hell and it’s been terrible. There were too many things happen that you could say or even recall, so today was meant to be relaxing. Or at least somewhat close, until someone pulled you around.

They were your only friend here, so of course you had to follow. After a few hours walking around you found you both in front of a hotel, one called the ‘Hazbin hotel.’ Excitedly knocking at the door while you watched.

Within seconds the door swung open revealing an excited blonde.

“Oh my, hi!” Pulling you both in as she spoke, which allowed you to see other people hanging around. “I’m Charlie, and welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!”

“Told ya you’d like it here.”

You were both aware nothing was said beforehand but you didn’t confront them. Seemed like the others knew something was up, so they had Charlie pull you away.

“Since you're new, how about a private tour of the Hazbin Hotel?”

𝕍𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕚𝕖:

Compared to the other hotel residents your quietness is a surprise, but a welcome one at that.

If you ask or signal at all to her she’ll be at your side to subtly help you with social cues and anything else needed.

Especially if you’re new (Also if not) she’ll help you get masculine clothing, although she might have to get others help as she isn’t the most masculine either.

***

Charlie had just brought you to the hotel in a… not so good condition. She wasn’t sure what you went through to look like that but she knew you needed some help, and she was going to help where she could.

“Alastor, I need your help”

“Hmm?”

“You know the newbie, I have to get him some clothes. Problem is I have no clue where to go.” At her words his smile increases slightly.

“I could help, for a price…”

“Nevermind.”

While she wanted to help she wouldn’t risk anything with Alastor, maybe Angel would be better.

𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝔻𝕦𝕤𝕥:

He’s seen some shit during his time down in hell, so your actions and attitude isn’t seen as weird to him.

To a degree he’ll take advantage of you. Never anything you wouldn’t want, but to keep him safe from Vaggie or Alastor.

But only he can do it, if anyone else even tries he’ll be there to protect you.

***

“Vaggie, why would I do that?”

“Oh I don’t know, maybe you–”

“Doesn’t matter, I would never when Y/N is with me!”

At his words Vaggie looked down at you, finding you wrapped in Angels pairs of arms. You had a few blooming bruises around your face but otherwise seemed alright.

“Just… Don’t do it again, I don’t want to see Y/N or Charlie get mad at you.”

“Really, Y/N mad at me? Never!” One pair of hands had come up to cup your cheeks, able to leave multiple kisses. Causing Vaggie to leave quickly.

“Now, let me take care of those bruises.”

𝕊𝕚𝕣 ℙ𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤:

He’s been thrown into the same boat as you, has absolutely no understanding of social cues.

If anything the eggs make it worse, as they are somehow worse than sir pentious.

He has accidentally hurt the both of you at once somehow, no one is sure how that happened.

***

The streets didn’t seem too busy, which was weird for hell. But it might’ve been the fact you and Sir Pentious just weren’t aware of them walking. His tail was swaying dangerously behind him, knocking over any people.

During this his eggs were scattered around the both of you. Some stayed behind, in between and some strayed next to you. Which caused an even bigger barrier to form, now people had to step off the path.

ℍ𝕦𝕤𝕜:

When he first meets you he won’t really care, he’s had worst people hang around.

If he’s being honest he understands and gets social cues, but majority of the time he just doesn’t care about them.

Even then he knows with your lack of awareness you’re likely to get into some unwanted trouble, so he hangs around a lot more.

***

Husk never had the heart to blame you for any trouble, he knew you never meant it. So tonight he accompanied you to a nearby bar, intending for at least a semi-nice night out. But of course someone had to ruin it.

A drunk demon decided he wanted to bother you for the night, ignoring Husk the whole time. But over time his anger rose, you weren’t even looking at him and you didn’t seem interested.

In which you weren’t, but he seemed so incessant that you spoke, even if you didn’t. His attitude quickly became clear very quickly, except you didn’t notice. As he reached for you Husk was quicker, sending a card flying into his head.

That caused everyone to start their own fights. Which gave you two the chance to leave, with minimal injuries of course. Taking the chance you both ran out, luckily no one else was waiting outside.

“We’re going back.”

[malusokay]

How to be like Song Ji-a

Hey babes! I’m so excited to start my little “it-girls series”, of course, starting with no other than my favourite girly, Song Ji-a. She has it all: beauty, style, and confidence. In this post, I’ll show you how to embody her energy, break down the key elements of her style, summarise some of her best advice, and give you all the details on how to be a bit more like her. <3

Ji-a’s energy:

Confidence is key: Ji-a exudes confidence no matter what she’s wearing or doing. Take some inspo from her and start by showing yourself some extra self-love to build your confidence! :)

Be true to yourself: Ji-a never tries to fit into someone else’s mould, and neither should you! Embrace your unique style and show off your personality through your beauty and fashion choices.

Take care of your body: Ji-a is all about that healthy lifestyle, so hit the gym, try a new workout, and fuel your body with nutritious food to boost your energy and confidence. You can also motivate yourself by buying cute matching workout sets!! <3

Stay on-trend: Ji-a’s always ahead of the fashion curve, and we’re here for it. Keep an eye out for the latest fashion and beauty trends, and don’t be afraid to experiment with different looks to find your signature style. <3

Ji-a’s style:

Simple but chic outfits: Ji-a rocks effortless, minimalist looks with a twist. Get inspired by her style and try adding a pop of your interests to your outfit with bold accessories or unique cuts.

Flawless makeup: Ji-a’s makeup is seriously on point, and yours can be too! Play around with colours, shimmery glitter, and dramatic lips to add some extra charm to your look! :)

Skincare is key: Ji-a swears by her skincare routine to achieve that radiant complexion. So, start taking care of your skin and try out some new hydrating products to get that glow.

Cute Hairstyles: Try out some playful and cute hairstyles or accessorise with some fun hair clips. Don’t forget about your hair care!!

Details, details, details: Ji-a pays attention to every little detail, from her nails to her jewellery. Add some extra touches to your outfit with statement jewellery or cute nail art!! <3

Elevate your lifestyle:

Self-care is everything: Ji-a emphasises the importance of self-care, so take some time for yourself to unwind and recharge with some yoga, journaling, or a good book!

Stay positive: Positive vibes only! Surround yourself with people who uplift you, practice positive self-talk, and write down daily affirmations to keep that positive mindset. :)

Follow your passions: Ji-a is all about chasing her dreams, and you should be too! Pursue your hobbies or dream career, and don’t be afraid to take risks.

Be confident: Ji-a is all about owning your unique qualities and quirks, so let your true self shine and don’t be afraid to stand out from the crowd.

Be kind: Ji-a is known for her kind and generous personality, so spread some love and kindness wherever you go.

How to channel your inner Ji-a:

Embrace minimalism: Ji-a’s style is all about simplicity, so try decluttering your space and simplifying your wardrobe to achieve that clean, chic look.

Not everyone will like you, and that's okay: Even Ji-a has had to deal with haters and jealous people in the past (the whole fake designer thing lol...), yet she stays confident and continuously does her thing! You can do that too!! <3

Try out some K-beauty: Being Korean, many of her favourite beauty brands and products are from Korean brands. Experiment with some K-Beauty products to get that glowing complexion! :)

Be yourself: Above all, Ji-a is known for being authentic; whether she’s on camera or in public, she seems to radiate a sense of self-assurance, which spreads confidence and inspiration to others! Stop worrying about what others might think, you're beautiful <3

As always, please feel free to share your own suggestions in the comments and let me know who you want me to write about next! <3

✩‧₊*:・love ya ･:*₊‧✩

[skipper1331]

best friends sister // Alessia Russo

a/n: based off this request.

Alessia Russo.

Y/n Toone.

Two people.

One mutual contact.

Best friend - sister.

One common rule in the world: never date your best friends little sister.

And: never date your sisters best friend.

Simple? You might think.

Alessia Russo fell in love with you ages ago.

You fell in love with Alessia Russo years ago.

-

"Hi" shy Lessi smiled as you opened the door, "you look nic-" as the blonde was about compliment you, her chaotic best friend stumbled down the stairs. "Less! Hi, i‘m ready to go" the young girl said before she grabbed her purse, "we‘re out shopping" your sister told you as she pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek, "ew" your hand wiped away the spit of Ella as she grinned cheekily, linking her arm with Lessi. How i wish that i could kiss her, Alessia daydreamed, red colour covering her cheeks. When Ella pulled her out your shared flat, the italian turned around one last time to look at you, smiling shyly as you waved a good bye.

"why does she have to be so beautiful?" you muttered under your breath, closing the door. Your hand still rested on the door knob, your head falling against the wooden material with a quiet thud.

-

Movie night.

Sitting on the couch with popcorn on your lap, you had a brunette, known as annoying big sister, on your left and you had a blonde, known as a lovely girl, on your right.

20 minutes into the third movie of Pitch Perfect, you heard loud breathing next to you - Ella in dreamland. She could never go through a movie marathon without falling asleep.

As you went to grab more popcorn, too occupied by the movie to notice another hand in the bowl, you shrieked lightly when you felt something warm touch your hand. Ella stirred a little yet didn‘t wake up, drool running further down her chin. "Sorry" you mumbled, cheeks flushing red. "No, i‘m sorry, i wasn‘t looking. Please" Alessia pulled her hand out of the bowl, signing to you that you should take popcorn first. Smiling at her you grabbed a hand full, the blonde going back in as it was her turn now. The two of you fell in a quiet conversation about the movie and the characters as you still watched it. At some point, you rested your head against Alessias shoulder, her body tensed as she got flustered mess, heart racing, skin on fire. She didn‘t know what came over her - where the confidence came from but when she saw your hand resting openly on the blanket she interwined your hands. Nobody dared to say a word or let their eyes leave the tv, your cheeks covered in a blush, lopsided smiles plastered on your face as you simply enjoyed the moment.

Who knows If it‘ll ever come again?

-

The two best friends were in the living room of your apartment as they sat comfortable on the couch, each of them a glass of wine in their hand as you walked down the stairs all dressed up. Alessias breath hitched as she saw you, you look absolutely stunning. Out of reflex, she stood up, eyes wandering over your body, dotting around your curves until the blue orbs stopped at your face. "Wow" she said star struck, she couldn‘t believe the sight she had in front of her, "where are ya goin‘?" the older Toone asked as she eyed you skeptically, "i‘ve got a date" you stated while looking directly at Alessia. Her whole face fell at the word 'date', feeling as she was punched in the gut. The wine glass slipped out of her hand, shattering on the floor, her eyes not leaving yours. "D-date?" it took everything in her not to cry, she felt so hurt.

"Clumsy girl!" Ella laughed, herself standing up to get a broom to sweep up the broken pieces. She didn‘t realize what was happening in front of her eyes - her best friend just got her heart broken.

You left without looking back.

You didn‘t mean to hurt her in any kind of way - she looked sad when you left but why?

-

"Hello?" you answered the phone in the middle of the night.

"My pretty lady, hi" a sweet voice said - the voice you knew so well, the voice that followed you into your dreams. "Lessi?" you asked anyways, your brain not in its full function that early. "No it‘s Alessia Russo, Tooneys best friend" she clarified giggling. "I know who you are- why are you calling me" you looked at your alarm before you continued "at 2am?" she sighed theatrically, "just wanted to hear your sexy morning voice, i guess"

"Lessi are you drunk?"

"Absolutely! HA!" she laughed, jumping up and down at the location she was at.

"Where are you?"

"Hmmm, not gonna tell you"

"Alessia!" your voice got louder and stern. You didn‘t want her to get lost while she was drunk. She was already clumsy sober you didn‘t want to find out what happens If you let her wander around alone and drunk.

"Baby, one day you‘re screaming that"

ignoring her coment, you searched for an app on your phone. Your sister was heavingly annoying but right now you were more than thankful that she had installed a tracking app in case of an emergency - Lessi’s location included. Within minutes you were out of the house, sitting in your car as you drove to the destination.

As you saw the blonde happily jumping around near a club, your heart felt relief - she seemed to be fine. "Less" you said, stepping out of your car, walking towards her.

She threw herself on you, arms flying around your body as she contently greeted you, "looking absolute gorgeous, babygirl"

"What‘re you doing here?!"

"drinking and dancing!" she held her cup with some liquid in the air as she cheered. "Oh my- Lessi" your arm went around her waist as she stumbled over her own feet- not clear If it was the alcohol or her clumsiness.

Finally, buckled in the car seat, you took a seat behind the steering wheel. The radio was playing as you drove home, Ella at Joe‘s. The italian in no condition to be left alone. The whole way she brabbled about something as you occasionally answered with a humm.

At home, you gave her some of your clothes, helping her change.

Something was on her mind as she walked around the kitchen island with a deep frown on her face after she drank the glass of water which you had handed her. "Ya alright?" you asked, blocking her way. She marched over to the living room, standing at the exact same spot, she had stood once before - not enjoying it at all. "You had a date" she stated, "you had a fucking date!" her mood taking a turn, "you had a fucking date and I wasn‘t invited"

Utterly confused you asked, "What?"

"Why didn‘t you ask me?"

"On a date?"

"Yes" her face held the same sadness it had a few days ago when you saw her that night, "my heart shattered in more pieces than that stupid wine glass" she admitted, a single tear slipping out of her eyes.

"Alessia, what‘re you-"

"Stop talking!" with quick steps she was in front of you, walking you back in the kitchen as she trapped your body between her own and the kitchen island, her arms on either side of it, "i want you to be mine" she mumbled against your lips, an inch away, the smell alcohol hitting your nostrils. "I don‘t want you going out on dates, i don‘t want to know that someone else is making you blush - it has to be me! You have to be mine, please"

"Lessi, you‘re drunk, you won‘t remember any of this in the morning" you told her, breaking your own heart. The day finally came where she reciprocated your feelings and admitted it and know you had to tell her that it were drunk slurs.

"This isn‘t the alcohol!" her voice grew loud, "fucking hell"

You closed your eyes, inhaling deeply as you kind of soaked in the moment, "tell me in the morning and i‘m yours" you whispered, still with your eyes shut.

"Fine, i will" with an ease she picked you up and carried you to your bed, maybe she wasn‘t as clumsy as she was when she was sober. You were about to say something before she put her finger to your lips, shushing you, "don‘t say anything, baby, you’re sleeping in my arms - end of discussion"

Flopping on the free side of the bed, the striker made herself comfortable before she pulled you into her hold. It was new for both of you yet so familiar.

The two of you fell asleep within seconds, sleeping better than ever.

-

You were the first one up, strong arms wrapped around your body and gentle breaths hitting the nape of your neck. Turning in her hold, you took the chance to admire her, she looked so cute. It wasn‘t a rare sight for you per se, she‘s at your home all the time but something about her laying in your bed, holding you tight made it much more special.

You had to break the moment, though. If she really wants you, she would know without the clue of you being in her arms. You wanted to know: were it just slurs?

Slowly, you entangled your body, the blonde grumbling as nothing was in her arms yet still sleeping. you made your way down to the kitchen, starting to make breakfast as music was softly playing in the background. In your own mind, you didn‘t hear her come down the stairs, messy hair, cheeks puffed from last night. Her head hurt like shit, "mornin‘" she greeted, taking a seat on the stool. Wordlessly, you placed a glass of water in front of her, pills next to it.

"Thank you"

You hoped she would say something, say something about last night, about what she admitted.

In the meantime, she played with her glass, counting the left over water droplets, "you know," she started, the empty glass on the counter, "i still want you to be mine"

Your movements stopped, everything just stopped.

"I‘m sorry for last night but not for what i said, i remember everything and if my mind isn‘t playing some games, you‘re mine now" she walked around the island, confidence radiating from her body. Like last night, her arms wrapped around your smaller frame with her forehead resting against your own, "say yes, please. I can‘t stand a day with the knowledge you‘re going out with other people"

Your heart fluttered at her gentle touch, skin burning, "yes"

-

Ella didn‘t know a thing about the two of you, her best friend and little sister - girlfriends.

The last few months had been the happiest of your life, Alessia was an angel, treated you like a royalty, kissed you like you were her forever.

"Baby," the striker looped her arms around your waist from behind as she pressed soft kisses to the side of her neck, "looking stunning as always"

"Lessi" you giggled, interwining your hands as you swayed around, "my pretty girl, amore, the prettiest"

Both of you heard the door open way to late as a loud Ella Toone barged in, "Hi!" she yelled, you jumped away from Alessia, her hands leaving your body as she turned around to the cupboard, "oh hi Less" the Mancunian smiled, not seeing the interaction Alessia had with her little sister, "what‘re you doing here?" she asked instead

"Came to suprise you!" the italian lied, out of the matter of fact, the thing you had was something new and private, nobody knew. And to be honest, neither of you knew how Ella would react. Would she support you? Would she be angry?

-

"Oi! What‘s that?" Ella asked as the three of you sat like so often on the couch, her thumb flew to your neck, rubbing over the reddish mark. Lessi‘s hickey. Your hand swatted Tooney‘s away, holding your neck as a slight hiss left your throat. Alessia chocked on air - she got carried away last night when you visited her, "burnt myself with the curling iron" you stuttered, trying to cover your flustered and caught self.

"Are ya turning into clumsy-Lessi?" she laughed, smacking your thigh, amused by her own joke.

Thankfully, Ella didn‘t realize that there were no curls in your hair.

-

"What are you wearing?" your sister asked her best friend as they sat in the coffee shop.

Confused, the striker looked down at herself, "a hoodie?"

"From whom?"

Just now, Alessia realized it wasn‘t her own - yours. It was the first thing she saw this morning and in her groggy morning state she didn‘t recognized that it was yours. "Looks likes Y/ns" the midfielder added to her question as she took a sip.

"Uh! It‘s not yours?"

"No?"

"Oh shit. The other day when i waited for you, i grabbed it 'cause it looked so cozy, didn‘t know it was hers" she rambled.

"Nah, no worries. We‘re family"

Alessia gulped, oh gosh, how is she ever gonna tell her best friend that she’s in love let alone in a relationship with her little sister?

-

It went on like this for half a year, Ella didn‘t know a thing. Both of you felt bad lying to her but on the other side you didn‘t know what to do.

Alessia loved you.

You loved Alessia.

And the two of you cared so much about Ella and her opinion. So every day that passed, the harder it got for you, the more your heart broke.

"Lessi, i don‘t want to her find out about us, i wanna tell her and everyone" you mumbled in her chest. "I know, baby, me too" she kissed your forehead with so much love as she held you close, "I promise we will tell her soon"

-

"Oh Less, hi? tooney asked as she opened the door.

"Can I come in?" the blonde asked, fists balling as she tried to stay calm.

"Sure! Ya don‘t have to ask"

In a firm voice, she told her bestie, "We need to talk about something" Ellas face growing pale, the striker never one to be this serious, "yeah sure, let‘s take a seat" she signaled to the couch, yet Alessia didn‘t move, "is your sister here?" ske asked instead.

"Yeah, she’s in her room. What is going on?"

"Y/n!" Alessia shouted so you would come down. She didn‘t talk to you about what she was about to do, what she was going to admit but she didn‘t want to lie to her best friend another day and she didn‘t want to hide her feelings for you either.

As you patted down the stairs, you saw your girlfriend with a determined expression on her face and a confused sister sitting on the couch. "Hi" you greeted. Nonetheless that she had a clenched jaw, she grabbed your hand in a gentle manner, pulling you in front of the couch where Ella was sitting.

"I‘m dating your sister" the italian stated firmly. As Ella was about to say something, she cut her off, "before you say something: i love her. And i know sisters are a no-go but i couldn‘t help myself." her voice grew shaky at the so thought end, "please don‘t hate me" she whispered as she looked at Ella who had an unreadable expression on her face. Shamefully, you looked to the ground, squeezing Lessi’s hand: you‘re with her.

Ella didn‘t say anything - she needed to gather her thoughts. After 5 minutes, you were a nervous mess, the same as your girlfriend, "Ella, we‘re so sorry. It- it just happened" you explained, trying to save the situation.

Like a robot, the young lioness stood up from the couch, both of you inhaling sharply, "I‘m so happy!" she exclaimed, arms swinging over your bodies, pulling you in a bear hug. You didn't expect that reaction but were more than happy with it, "that‘s so cool! My little sister and best friend! Less, you’re gonna be my sister-in-law"

Sighing in relief, you felt at peace, all the nerves washing off your body, "You’re not mad?" Less asked to be sure.

"Nah! i love this"

And she meant it when she said it, maybe she didn‘t know about it from very first day and as obvious as she can be, Ella saw your and Alessias mood change over the last few moths, both of you seemed much more happy and at peace. Even If she couldn‘t connect the dots, she was now your biggest supporter.

She sailed the ship Russo-MiniToone.

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[sl-vega]

Hi there! Recently stumbled upon your Hiori piece (I Don’t Know Much, But I Know I Want You) and Oh. My. Gosh. It’s amazing!! The story was so cute and I also love the little Karasu interactions you threw in; it matches their characters so well and it’s so well written! If you ever feel motivated or inspired to do so, I’d love to see where you’d take the piece in a part 2! No pressure of course, I just think that seeing how they’d interact in your writing would be really awesome. Currently on my way to binge read every other work of yours; I love your writing style o7

Thanks for reading my ask and have a lovely day!! :)

˚୨୧⋆｡ MALL MEET CUTES

part one // part two

pairing: Hiori Yo x [FEM!] Reader

genre: fluff, oneshot, classmates to lovers, friends to lovers (?), pre-bluelock au/canon compliant

synopsis: hiori is still pretty damn smitten when it comes to you, so like the lovesick fool he his, he decides to drag karasu to the mall with him to help him find a gift to impress you, of course, in a strange turn of events it turns out you're at the mall too, so whatever shall our poor loverboy do when he sees you? (or in which hiori "soccer genius" yo, is dumb enough to ask karasu of all people for girl advice, and karasu like the wonderful friend he is, tags along for the drama)

CW/additional tags: mild language, potentially ooc, i actually did research on a mall in kyoto so look at me go, might make a part three if i really feel like it

author's note: AKJFJFHAFHKJ TYYY ANON YOU'RE SO SWEET, i'm so glad you liked the first part and all of hiori + karasu's interactions, it really means a lot to me that you thought i did them justice <3

"Would getting her makeup be a good idea?"

Hiori asked his senior as he stood outside of COLOUR STUDIO, it was a cosmetics store that he heard the girls in his class talk about occasionally , you among them.

"Or would that be too intimate? Do ya' think she'd think I'm trying too hard? Maybe we should've just stuck to stationery...."

Hiori bombarded Karasu with questions as he sighed and stared up at the daunting illuminated white sign of the shop.

His friend groaned and grabbed the sleeve of Hiori's light blue sweat shirt, dragging him into the store where a few employees and clerks gave them slightly concerned looks.

"No, we're here now so we may as well get something."

Karasu chastised his younger teammate as he escorted him into the lip product aisle, in which Hiori found himself surrounded by many unfamiliar brands with colourful packaging.

"Ya' sure know yer' way around Karasu, have ya' been here before?"

"I've been to their branch over in Osaka, my sister makes me get 'er shit whenever she runs out..."

Karasu plucked a small box from the middle of the shelf, making a point to read the label and the brand to make sure it was the one he needed.

"So what are you gonna get yer' special girl?"

He asked teasingly, as his slender fingers clutched around the small container he was holding.

"I dunno actually...I was hoping you might help me?"

Hiori replied, chuckling nervously. He already knew that Karasu had an older sister, so must have some knowledge on these kinds of things.

His teammate seemed to deadpan at his friend's request, feigning a hurt expression at his friend's question.

"So I'm just a personal shopping assistant to ya'? I'm hurt Hiori."

Karasu gave him a playful pout before breaking into a mild fit of laughter after Hiori swatted his shoulder. The older boy promptly turned to one of the shelves and tossed Hiori a small pink tube of lip gloss.

"Get 'er this one, the quality is pretty good and it has a reasonable price."

Karasu said nonchalantly as his back was still turned, still browsing through some of the shelves. Hiori looked down at the product tube and read out the label to himself.

"Canmake Candy Wrap Lip..."

He muttered as he rotated the slender cylinder in his hand, reading the adhesive tag on it, he realized that Karasu was right, the price was within his budget, and the packaging was rather cute, not to mention how the tube itself contained a good amount of product.

He was about to thank his friend before realizing that Karasu was back at the front counter of the store, probably asking one of the employees for help with finding something.

Observing his surroundings, Hiori thought that browsing the shop a little bit more couldn't hurt, he still had plenty of funds to spare, more than enough to buy you something else.

Hiori continued to browse the current aisle he was in, allowing his fingers to brush against the array of cosmetics, all neatly sorted and arranged by brand, type, and flavour.

As he continued to run his hand along the rows upon rows of products, he stumbled across another area of products that caught his eye.

"Rohto Mentholatum Lip Balm..."

He read the mini card board sign that was clipped to the shelf as he observed the packaging. The one's that were currently stocked were said to be peach flavoured, the price seemed fairly reasonable as well.

Now, that he thought about it, having a lip balm on hand would be pretty practical, Hiori hated the feeling of his chapped lips. Plus, he deserved some kind of reward.

Hiori reached for one of the tubes, and right before he was about to take the lip balm from the shelf, his fingers brushed against a stranger's hand who was reaching for the exact some one.

On instinct, Hiori pulled away, muttering a quick apology. He turned to said stranger to say tell them that they could take it before realizing that said stranger wasn't a stranger at all.

"Oh! Hiori?"

Oh God, it was you

"H-hey!"

He managed to squeak out as you gave him a soft smile, he was surprised he hadn't made a complete fool of himself yet. Without realizing it, he had promptly shoved the tube of lip gloss he was going to buy for you into his back pocket.

"Hi! I didn't realize you were the shopping type Hiori."

You greeted him once more as you observed the hand that quickly pocketed the lip tube, you didn't press any further however.

"Oh, I'm not actually, I'm just getting a gift for someone special..."

Hiori chuckled sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck. He chastised himself for his wording, of course he had to say it like that, now if he gave you the gift you'd know for sure that he liked you.

But then again, that would spare him the humiliation of actually having to say it directly to your face, not that he ever wanted to confess in the first place...

"Someone...special? I didn't know you had a girlfriend Hiori..."

You trailed off, you sounded disappointed almost.

Hiori's face flushed at your words, he didn't mean to give you that idea. He could slowly feel heat creep up his neck as you continued to stare at him.

"Guess I shouldn't be that surprised..."

This time you were avoiding eye contact, you laughed somewhat bitterly. Were you jealous? Part of Hiori wanted to delude himself into thinking that, but another part of him wanted to die right there and then to avoid making a bigger fool out of himself.

"N-No I don't have a girlfriend actually!"

He assured you as his face turned an even brighter shade of red.

Where was Karasu when ya' needed him?

Suddenly, Hiori felt a light tap against his head. It was Karasu! His knight in shining armor, to save him from the train wreck of a conversation. His teammate was holding a small basket full of a few products, some mascara, eye liner, and a few skin cream tubs among them.

"I'm gonna go check out now, are ya' done yet?"

His friend asked as he rested his hand on Hiori's shoulder, Karasu looked up at you, realizing that there was company present.

The silence that followed was deafening.

You glanced between the two boys, you had recalled Karasu from Hiori's youth team, but you didn't know much about the older boy, but you had spotted him hanging around Hiori pretty frequently, so you assumed that they were fairly close.

"Oh, I'm sorry am I interrupting something?"

You questioned as your eyes flickered between the two of them, your head was tilted slightly in curiosity. You noticed Karasu's grip on Hiori's shoulder tighten ever so slightly at the sound of your question.

Hiori shook his head frantically, Karasu was probably giving you that same unsettling stare he always used whenever he was sizing someone up on you.

"No! Not at all! But I should get going right about now..."

He assured you that nothing was wrong, but he was already flustered enough, and there was no way Karasu would let him hear the end of whatever this incident should be labelled as.

"Well I'll see you school I guess!"

You flashed him another bright smile before turning to Karasu, and you gave the older boy a curt and quick bow.

"I'm (Y/N), Hiori's classmate, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Karasu was caught off guard by your sudden politeness, but he returned the favour.

"Karasu."

He stated quickly before taking Hiori's hand in his own, you seemed to take note of this.

You were about to walk away, so you waved to them before saying;

"Have fun on your date!"

Wait what?!

If Hiori's face was red before, it was basically crimson by now. The girl he liked not only thought he was taken, but now she thought he was into guys?!

"W-we're not!-He's not-I'm not-"

Karasu simply wheezed at the current predicament, clearly amused by your assumption of Hiori and him's relationship and by his younger friend's sudden flustered expression.

"I wish! Don't worry yer' pretty little head off though, he's still avaliable∼. He's quite taken with you at that too."

Karasu teased as he winked at Hiori, clearly taking sadistic pleasure in his friend's suffering.

"Karasu!"

Hiori whisper shouted as his friend dragged him out the store, still laughing as the cyan-haired boy continued his flustered protests which bore no fruit.

Well at least you knew how he felt now...

BONUS!

"This is why I told ya' to quit flirting with me like that! People are getting the wrong idea about us..."

"Aww but I can't have random girls stealing you away from me∼"

"Shut up ya' stupid crow!"

"Make me prodigy∼"

[fictionalmenxyn]

𖢻ꔘ𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲ꔘ𖢻

Paring: dealer!rafe x dealer!reader (readers nickname is reaper also family last name is Maddens)

Warnings: language, suggestive and teasing

ꔘ𖢻𖢻𖢻ꔘ

Rafe is a big name in the dealing work in Outer Banks. One of the top and best dealers in obx. Many went to him for supply. Many regular customers and many new deals at parties.

But there was also another person, maybe even more of a name to themselves than him. They go by the name of Reaper, nobody outside of the drug world knows who it is. People who know say that the person is intimidating and not a person to mess with. Rage never met this ‘Reaper’ he doesn’t know why or how. But he’s never met them… not that he knows of…

So he was at the country club. He sat around his family and the Maddens. Ward and Travis (your dad) grew up together. So you and Rafe were good friends, deep down you both wanted something more but neither of you had the guts to confess.

He admired the way you wore your black silk dress tonight. The way your tinted lip gloss went with the colour of your skin. The way only mascara and lip gloss were the only make up you wore. You were that gorgeous, he couldn’t take his eye off you.

You know Rafe was a drug dealer. You were annoyed or upset. In fact you found it fitting and attractive. To say the least.

You occasionally glanced over to the restrooms of the country club. Every so often going over and returning. Many though you were just using the restroom. Rage thought otherwise. The way you’d look under the table, making it out you were on your phone. While you were actually counting cash.

He knew it too well, having doing it many times himself. So he wanted to see if it was actually true.

The next time you excused yourself from the table. He too, excused himself. You went in and two other guys walked in. It was the disabled bathroom you were using. It was the furthest from the main room and no one ever used it.

After you quick deal, you waited for a moment to let the guys have a heads up. Making out you weren’t with them. Then you opened the door. You looked up to see Rafe.

His infamous smirk on his face “what’re you up to, sweetheart?” You put the cash in your handbag “bathroom break.” “Bullshit, baby.” You rolled your eyes “wouldn’t you like t’a know…”

He joked “well, I know you ain’t fuckin’ those two guys at once. So what was it?? A deal??” A subtly grin (which he picked up) formed on your face. “C’mon, sweetheart, I know what you’re up to, I’ve done it many times myself…”

You grabbed a hold of his arm and pulled him into the bathroom, locking it behind him. You turned to look up at him. “Listen, this stays between you and I, alright?” “Your words safe with me.” You nod.

He asked “so? How long you been doin’ this?? Never heard of you doing it before.” You chuckled “that’s because I never give my name out…” Rafe raised an eyebrow “then what’s this ‘code name’ of yours then?” You smirked “Reaper.”

Rafe’s jaw dropped “no fucking way….” You nodded “bet that one caught ya off guard…” he smirked “shit, didn’t know it was you, baby…” you grinned “good, that’s the whole point.”

He grinned “shit, that’s actually fuckin’ hot…” you nodded and remarked “thank you.” He grinned “you know, we might have to partner up one day…” you smirked a little “oh yeah? Why? Cause you like me? Or cause you’ve heard I’m one of the best?”

He smirked “both.”

You walked up to him, dragging your finger up his shirt till it got to the collar of it. He smirked as he moved his hands to your hips. Squeezing them as he tugged you closer, he leaned down and whispered “you look so good tonight, wanna do so many things t’you…” you grinned. “Oh yeah?” He nodded. “Been wanin’ to for ages…hated seein’ ya with other guys”

You looked to him “maybe we can change that..” you both gave each other a Quick Look before colliding lips. The way your mouths moved together. It was meant to be. Your lip gloss smudged against his lips. His hands printing into your hips.

You felt his hands tuck under your ass, lifting you up into the sink. He groaned into your lips. You smirked. Moving your knee between his legs. He groans “fuck… you’re playin’ with fire, baby…” you smiled “good thing I like the heat.” You swear he’d melted there and then. He’s already fallen for you. But now… he’s gone… so far gone.

His hips move against your knee, you start to kiss his neck. His hands were about to move to the straps of your dress. When you moved your knee away, using your heel and pushing him back a little. He groaned at the loss of contact. “The fuck do you think you’re doin’??”

You smiled as you hopped down from the sink. “I’d rather have you someplace else, don’t want our first time in a janky bathroom at the country club…”

He was gobsmacked, fuck, was he in love with you. He already was. Probably since you were both sixteen.

But my god, the power you just had over him. Made him feel different, a good different.

You walked over to the door “food will start to be served soon… clean yourself up. And maybe I’ll ask my parents if I can stay the night at your place?” He smirked and nodded. “No need to ask, baby. They’ll know you’re coming over my place.” “And let me tell you, I ain’t gonna let you sleep tonight…”

“Good, see you back at the table, Rafey”

“See ya, Reaper” he playfully winks at you. You then leave the restroom. Leaving him needy and excited for tonight. God he never knew you could get more attractive. And being his possible business partner… made him feral…

ꔘ𖢻𖢻𖢻ꔘ

[kessellluvr]

˗ˏˋ once in a lifetime ´ˎ˗ nsfw!

pairing: professor!lottie x spouse!reader (i might write more for this ‘series’) wordcount: 1k

warnings: smut, vibrator use, age gap, mommy kink, fingering, dirty texing, teasing

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ taglist: @glrlsriot @chig78 @nogenderblender9358 @mayasaurusss @jadeisnothere5

You and lottie have been married for about 5 years now, she was the perfect partner for you. The day you first saw her in that café, oh damn, you fell in love with her.. that long black braid, the layered strands that framed her face so perfectly, defining her high cheekbones and that beautiful jawline. You repeatedly went to that café, praying to see her again - and well, somehow you ended up marrying that goddess.

Lottie worked alot, but she was passionate about her job - helping people to get further education to success in life. Of course, it was hard only seeing her on weekend and in the evenings, but you managed. Lottie teaches psychology and maths (sorry not sorry), you didnt have a clue about either of them so you werent really a big help. You and Lottie text alot when shes at work, just talking and when you realise she wasnt in a good mood, you decided to lighten it up a little..

“Hey Lots, i miss you..” you sent, still laying in bed even tho it was 11:30am already. Lottie could never, she’s always been an early bird.

“I miss you too.” she texted you back and oh that was dry, wasnt it? She usually uses pet names in her texts, trying to get you worked up. “You okay?” you asked her, sighing to yourself as you put the phone aside, throwing the blanket off yourself and sitting up. Your phone vibrated on the bedside table and you went to check what she replied.

“Im fine, really.” you read, raising your eyebrow and scoffing. “No Lots, youre not, talk to me. I can tell youre pissed.” you werent gonna give up that fast. As she read your message and didnt reply, you felt a little sting in your heart. Leaving you on seen? Really? Anyway, you went to get out of bed, leaving your phone on the bedside table and making your way into the bathroom. You stared at yourself for a good minute before splashing some water in your face, drying it off with a towel before going to brush your teeth.

As you finished getting ready, slipping into some pj’s and a shirt, you went to check your phone again. Still, no answer. You sighed and decided to try something else - lifting your shirt and taking a quick picture of your tummy, the soft curve of your boobs peaking from beneath your shirt. You hit the sent button and added another message “Answer me..” Fuck. That sounded desperate.

Meanwhile, Lottie saw your message - raising a brow and opening the picture, her eyes going wide as she looked at it for a while, trying not to show how much it affected her since she was literally in a room full of colleagues right now. “Jesus.. im just a little pissed off cause we got our new schedule in, i have to work full eight hours on friday.”

Your eyes lit up as you finally saw her respond, reading her message before typing “Awh that sucks.. but youll get home earlier on other days then, right?” you asked and she replied with a “yes”, you smiled - finally you could get to see her more throughout the week. I mean, that one day of working full wasnt gonna hurt, right?

“So, are you teaching right now or are ya on break?”

“just started my lecture.” you smiled at your phone, deciding to tease her a little. “mhm, im feeling horny right now.. mommy what do i do?”

“jeez, you know what to do.” you just knew she was trying so hard not to show a reaction infront of her students.

“no, tell me what to do mommy..”

“get the bullet vibrator we got you.” lottie texted back, you smiled brightly at your phone and rushed into the bedroom to get the vibrator. it was rather small, a bullet-like shape but a little bigger. it was a hot pink colour, even had tons of diffrent levels.

“hm i got it..”

“take off your boxers, turn it on lowest level and press it against ur pretty little clit.” and you did as she said, pulling down your sweatpants along with your boxers and turning the toy on lowest level, spreading your legs and pressing it lightly onto your clit - gasping as it made contact. “done” you typed out - hands shaky.

lottie left your message on seen, you didnt really notice - getting lost in yourself. the bedroom door swung open and revealed lottie, you gasped once again and lottie just chuckled. “fucking hell, you werent gonna cum without me telling you to, were you?” she teased as she walked towards the bed, undoing the buttons of her blouse and throwing it to the floor carelessly. “n-no lottie..” you stammered out, the vibrator was turned off and laid to the bedside table. “d-dont you have some lectures to do?”

“fuck that. i said i wasnt feeling well.” lottie said while going to straddle your hips, pushing your upper body down to the bed. you bit your lip, looking up at her with needy eyes. lottie smirked down at you, leaning down to press a kiss on your lips, her tounge slowly pushing in and meeting the tip of yours. her hand slipped between you both, her finger grazing over your swollen, wet clit. you moaned into the kiss, feeling her applying more pressure to your sensitive bud, slowly circling it while not breaking the kiss. she pulled her lips off of yours, gasping for air while going to press her fingers against your entrance- slowly pushing in and curling up, making you throw your head back. she started pumping her fingers faster, making you gasp and moan, you felt yourself so close to cumming already - lottie just knew where to touch you to make you come quck. your moans got louder, more desperate for release. “cum for mommy..” and you did, letting yourself get consumed by the orgasmic pleasure as you cried out her name, your thighs clenching together. lottie kept fingering you through your orgasm - until she finally pulled out and looked at you with a satisfied smile. “now, let me take a shower and we’ll continue..”

“can i join..?” you asked, still catching your breath as you looked at her with those cute eyes. “cmon then.”

━。゜AN: i know its not much, but i hope you enjoyed >_<

[sylvirmist-s-cottage]

Sunset & Vine

ken sato x reader

type : short, cute, fluff, potential ooc behaviour

before you read - fox window -  A game in Japan that is believed to let you see the true form of yokai (Google). See picture in bottom.

Ken Sato must be some kind of siren.

He didn't even have to do anything, all he had to do was look at you with those eyes of his, and you're compelled.

Does that mean he's some sort of vampire instead? You had no clue. All you knew was he was some sort of mythical thing - he had to be - and you'd drown in those sweet inky pools of - god, what was that colour? You didn't know how to describe, and you obviously couldn't stare until you do, he'd notice. But his eyes were so beautiful, so warm and you sink right into that warmth all at once and-

Ahh. Sink. Siren.

Which reminds you...

You grin, folding your hands in the form of the little window you had came across a few days ago while scrolling your feed. The fox window.

With that small window you made, you look around the place through it as if it was a camera with a filter - the trees, the sky, the birds and the empty convenience store front, then at him.

"What are you doing?" asks Ken, his head tilted to get a better view of you.

"Oh, ya know," you start with a grin, unfolding your fingers and giving him a boxy smile. "Fox window," you say and shrug.

He chuckles, giving you that smile and that laugh, god, that made him eyes sparkle even more. He looks at you, a brow raised, dark eyes gleaming under the light. "I doubt there are any kitsunes here."

"Hmm. I was looking at you."

"Me?" He asks, pointing at himself with a confused grin.

"Yeah. You," you say and grin at him again. Near him, smiling feels so easy, as easy as breathing. And goodness, you must look like a fool but it felt so good.

"Cause you look so pretty," you say as you lean in, "I thought you were some kind of mystical creature that came to mystify people."

Me, you wanted to say. You've bewitched me.

Kenji looks away, eyes shifty and an abashed look on his face as he clears his throat awkwardly.

Oh, so the greatest baseball player with an ego the size of a whale blushes at this single compliment.

Oh and how you loved it.

I'll get working on the requests soon, on top of having exams, I am also sick, adjklfasd-

Did you know? I haven't written on tumblr for a while, I came back because of this man adfhkadhf-

It feels good though.

Reblog if you liked it. MWAH.

Picture of fox window I got from pinterest.

A post I saw on facebook warned to NOT FORCE YOUR HANDS, since apparently, children mostly play it and since grownup hands are less flexible, ya might just break em if you force it. So, yeah.

Also, if you see ghosts, not my fault eh.

You also have one new way to flirt with your crush, if ya had one.

Or boyfriend. Or girlfriend. Or significant other. Or spouse. Your welcome.

I shall finish yapping. Goodbye.

[brokenpieces-72]

Task force 141! Gangster x Reader

Truth or Pain

This is part 3. Part 2

Leave a comment if you want to be tagged in future posts.

You’re hanging out with Soap again and he watches you work on a your newest piece. You enjoy moments like these. You feel like yourself, and like you aren’t forcing your part. Soap was impressed with your skill. You were very good with your hands, and your work was great demonstration.

“You want to try?” You offer Soap a brush.

“You think I can make somethin as good as you?” He asks taking up your offer.

“Try it.” You say. A small voice in the back of your head suggests getting him on vandalism but you ignore it. He takes the brush and adds a bit of colour to wall… in the form of a very crude doodle of himself.

You finally take a break with him, warming your hands on the hot cup of cocoa.

“So what exactly do you guys do? Like I’ve seen you guys work but… I don’t get it.” You say, breaking the silence.

Soap thinks for a moment before answering. “We do what needs to be done.”

When he looks at you to see your reaction he finds you silently asking for more details.

“The Los Voqueros sell medicines. Simple stuff that’s not easy to afford. Painkillers, allergy meds. Ya know Farah, woman that ‘elped ‘ide us when those cops tried to grab us? She’s a bit of a vigilante, keepin some big corporation from ruin’in her neighbourhood.

“The problems with the world canna be solved by cops and white collars. They don’a’ven want to. We do. We set the world right, and we ‘ven ave a little fun on the side.”

He gives you a soft elbow to the arm. You smile. But underneath there’s a few things going on you’re not telling him. He’s given you two statements. One that can be used on Farah Karim, for aiding two criminals. The other could start a hunt for the Los Voqueros and their shipments of drugs. It wasn’t what you had been sent to find but it was a start. You might actually be taken seriously at the precinct, people might actually start having faith in your abilities. But… Farah had shown you and a few others kindness and trust. Her neighbourhood was constantly being targeted for demolition and businesses. You knew how expensive medications and drugs could be, you had needed them before yourself. As you sat there continuing to sip your warm drink, you started to ask yourself if this was truly what you wanted to do. The cops were bringing down people who were just trying to help. Sure they clubbed and partied on the side but hell, who doesn’t take some personal time?

You decide to keep the information to yourself for now, after all, Graves would only ask for a report on Soap and Ghost. Farah and Alejandro weren’t the priority.

You think back to your father. He was trying to help too. But it got him killed. You couldn’t let a bunch of gangs run free just because they were trying to help. The man sitting next to you had killed people before. He beat up good cops, stole shipments of drugs, and made it difficult for businesses to expand and grow the economy.

The rest of the day goes by fairly casually. You don’t give Graves anything on Soap, because well, he hadn’t given you anything. Nothing you could prove. Graves is frustrated, but he’s honestly too tired to care and leaves soon after.

A few more weeks go by and try to keep tabs on everything you can. The Los Vaqueros approved of the artwork you came up with, and now they were deciding where they wanted it. Hopefully they would give you a chance to be alone to work on it and you could find more evidence. Soap had mentioned helping with recent shipments so maybe you could get something from there.

The location was an old and empty warehouse, practically deserted. Alejandro and Rudolfo went with you to the location to show you where they wanted it.

It was more like where they wanted you though. Next thing you know, Rudolfo has you pinned against the wall while Alejandro is yelling questions.

“What are you looking for?”

“The fuck are you talking about?!” You yell. Rudolfo holds you tighter by your jacket. “Why are you here? What the fuck you want?!” Alejandro is pissed, but you have to stay quiet. You can’t give them anything.

“For the fucking mural! You asked me to!” You choke out. Rudolfo is ordered to drop you and you hit the floor, coughing.

Alejandro is nowhere close to being done with you. A good man he may be, but with traitors? Few could tell you how that went.

You’re met with a boot against your ribs as a warning.

“Why are you really here… out with it.” He warns.

“I don’t kno-“ before you can finish you get the wind kicked out of you.

“You know damn well why you’re here…tell me now.” He orders. Rudolfo keeps an eye out while Alejandro continues interrogating you.

“What are you talking about?!” You manage after regaining some air. He holds up his phone and shows a photo of you… in uniform.

“What are you looking for?” He asks. There’s some lenience as he lets you get to your hands and knees. Alejandro helps you stand by grabbing you and pinning you to the wall again. You try to kick him off, your heart pounding in your chest and ears ringing in your head.

“Start talking!”

“I don’t know what you mean!”

“I know you’re a fucking cop!” He yells. “You’re undercover! I know you are, so start talking! Who else is undercover? What are you trying to find?!”

“Get off!” You yell back. At this point you’d have enough evidence for assault, but right now you were fighting to remain an assault victim.

“Not until you tell me who else is undercover with you.” Alejandro demands, you get punched in the gut making you cough. “Tell me and you walk away!”

“I…don’t…” another hit, this one to the face. There’s footsteps but you barely notice them. He grabs you by the jaw and gets close.

“Talk and I won’t tell Soap… you walk away and nothing happens…”

“…I’m a cop…” you admit. You were scared. You didn’t know how he knew. You weren’t supposed to say anything. When he brought up Soap though… Soap was the only one who seemed to put any trust in you. Losing that would hurt more than anything Alejandro could do to you.

“Where are your partners? Who are they?” Alejandro asks, his rage reducing a bit. Before you can answer though you hear a thick Scottish accent shouting and Alejandro pulled off of you.

You fall back to the ground and see Soap and Alejandro arguing with Rudolfo nearby trying to break them apart. You can barely make out what they’re saying, but eventually two hands grip your arms and help you to your feet just as Soap turns to you.

“Come on kid.” You hear a deep British voice say and you look to see Ghost is holding you, and lead you out of the warehouse while Soap follows not long after.

Ghost gets you to a car, telling you to get in the back which you do and you sit patiently for Soap to come along and sit in the passenger’s seat. They don’t say anything to you, just start driving.

As they get on the road Soap speaks up.

“Where we takin the cop?” He asks.

Your heart plummets when he says it. The way he says it tells you he’s pissed. With you.

“I’m taking Y/N to a hide out. The boss can deal with them.” Ghost said.

Soap looks back at you in the rear view and you look away. Not out the window, but more at the door. Your body was sore from Alejandro, and you were tired. You were too nervous to fall asleep.

When you get to the hideout, you sit up so Ghost can open the door. He jerks his head signalling for you to get out of the vehicle, and you do, keeping your head down. You can’t look at either of them.

Ghost leads you inside with Soap following behind you. He opens the door telling you to sit down, before stopping Soap from going inside and shuts the door.

“The fuck is this?” Soap asks annoyed.

“You’re emotional MacTavish.” Ghost tells him.

“Have fuckin right to be. We trusted ‘em and-“

“They were doing their job.” Ghost finishes the sentence.

“They used us.”

“You knew this was possible… like father like child.” Ghost reminds him. Soap is still pissed and kicks the ground hard in frustration. Ghost just folds his arms, and leans in front of the door frame letting Soap get his colourful Scottish phrases rattle off while tossing and kicking anything he could get his hands on.

You can hear them from outside and you consider running off, running away and not looking back. Soap and his men had given you a chance, a chance you had been waiting for. Soap was your friend, and he would defend you to no end. Any of his men tried to get handsy or get too drunk and go off he was beside you, jabbing back at them. He talked you up to Rudy and Al, assured Farah you were a good person, kept you close to his side… you start to wonder if it had all been for the case, or if you had done it because you felt like you were a part of something for once.

Ghost soon comes back inside, Soap is nowhere to be seen.

“You broken?” He asks. You fight your tears and shake your head.

“Take your jacket off and roll up your shirt.” He orders. You slowly stand and do as he says, showing a couple bruises. Ghost sighs and gets an ice pack from his freezer handing it to you along with a rag. You take it already knowing what to do, while he pulls up a chair and sits in front of you.

“What’s your name?” He asks.

“Y/n… y/n l/n.” You say shifting a little as you placed the ice pack to one of the bruises.

“…you’re a cop.” He says. You nod, despite the statement being rhetorical.

“Soap was aware that could be the case… given your father.” He says. You look at Ghost.

“You…”

“We knew your dad. All of us, including the boss. Good man.” He said as if trying to end the discussion. You two sat in silence for a bit while you mulled over what he said. Your father was a cop, did he do the same thing? Go undercover? Did Graves know?

“Keep the pack.” Ghost says standing up. You follow him to the car and he takes you back to your apartment. Before you exit the car he gives you a piece of paper.

“Text this for a ride.” He says. You take it.

“Could you tel-“

“No.” He says. “Tell Soap yourself.”

You nod and leave the car and go inside to your apartment. It’s late, almost midnight and god knows how long Graves has been waiting.

You knock on your own door and Graves soon opens it. When you walk in you hardly pay him any mind as he’s demanding to know where you’ve been. He keeps asking even while you’re getting some painkillers for your soreness and now headache from Graves.

“Nothing happened.” You say.

“Somethin happene-“

“Nothing… got into a fight that was it.” You say.

“You start it?” He asks.

“…no.”

“Who did?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter sergeant, now start talking!”

“I don’t know anything!” You yell. Your whole body tensed as it felt like you were at the warehouse getting questioned again. You flinched when he got closer. You clenched your fists digging the nails into your palms.

“Sergeant this is getting ridiculous. I have half a mind to take you off this case.”

“Then do it…” you mutter. At this point you don’t care. You’re in pain and this case made everything you had started to care for fall apart. What had Graves honestly done except tell you, you weren’t ready and remind you of the expectations you had being your father’s kid? Soap knew your dad, and never once reminded you of living up to him.

“What?” Graves looks at you stunned.

“Do it. Take me off the case. It’s probably for the best.” You say shrugging. Graves looks at you pressing his lips together. He shook his head.

“Your fath-“

“I don’t give a fucking damn about my father or how I’m his disappointment of a kid okay? You’re right I’m a fucking joke being his kid.”

“I’ve given you a chance to prove yourself!” Graves argues.

“And what have I done? Nothing! I’m a glorified tagger that’s what you said right?! Fine! Then I’ll be one! You gonna arrest me then?” You’re staring him down now. He just looks back, hiding his surprise. If Graves was being honest, he was tempted to do so.

“…I’ll be back in the morning.” He says and leaves your apartment. As soon as the door closes your pain opens. You’re hurting, he can tell. Something happened that scared you and that’s all he sees. He doesn’t know what’s going on deeper. The act was working but on him. The act of joining a gang in order to get closer, but that wasn’t an act to you. Not anymore. You clean yourself up, apply ice to your bruises, and stare at your father’s badge. How much did he know? How much did any of them know? You keep asking questions the whole night.

Price is sitting at a booth in a restaurant going over some paperwork when Johnny strides over and sits in the booth across from him. Price finishes the sentence he was reading and looks up.

“You knew this could happen.” Price says calmly.

“Don’t fuckin remind me…” Soap grumbles.

“How is l/n?” Price asks. “Simon told me he sent her home.”

“He did… Alejandro got to her before I ever could.” Soap comments.

“Yeah well, from what you told me, she won’t be for long. She has my number and if she was talking cops would be knocking.”

“Now what?” Soap asks.

“We wait.” Price tells him.

Taglist : @H0n3y_L3m0n

[rubylovessharks]

drinking hc with third years

not a romance thing but ya know :3

again im not the greatest with some of these characters..i tried my best

if you guys wanna see me write this but with the school staff cast lemme know

Trey Clover

doesn't drink

but if he did try to drink something it'll probably be a cocktail.

idk seems right to me that he'd probs try to make one (maybe for cater?) and then try a sip.

telling you the truth, he might not be a big fan alcohol

Cater Diamond

i believe that he has tried wine at like 17-

he just seems like he got to try a sip or two at that age-

i might be totally wrong cuz i haven't gotten too much on him :(

i believe that in a few years he'd actually have more experience with drinks, but not in an addictive way.

probably asked trey to (try) make him a cocktail

and he might like cocktails, idk he seems like that type of guy-

Leona Kingscholar

this guy is in a royal family

he has to have tried AT LEAST wine

probs from an even younger age like 14????? 15???

(not encouraging under aged drinking)

he seems like the type of guy who actually tries to understand the deeper taste of the wine but has never actually said his thoughts out loud

UNLESS he's drunk.

only then he talks on and on about what he thinks might be in the wine he's drinking at the moment

won't matter if there are people with him or not

Vil Schoenheit

will probably take him a few years until he actually drinks alcohol as an enjoyment, mostly was for aesthetics.

not THAT many though-

idk how beer works- but if there's different levels to how strong it is i want to believe that uncharacteristically Vil likes the strongest type of beer.

will probably be into any type of good wine, champagne (ig that's also wine?) and to tell you the truth i believe that he actually likes beer.

like chugs down beer

I don't know why i like to believe this- but i just think that he just keeps this as a secret.

Rook Hunt

has tried whisky before and probably drinks it from time to time

Rook's the type of guy who'd like wine, likes both red and white equally.

also seems like he'd enjoy beer as well

same as Leona, has tried wine.

Idia Shroud

doesn't.

literally doesn't. like he never ever laid lips or tongue on any alcohol

definitely got a whif of idk something- and decided that it smells too much

Malleus Draconia

i feel like he'd like both red wine and white wine, but would prefer red wine.

also probably enjoys liquors and

will probably enjoy a conversation about all the different alcoholic drinks he has tried in his life.

Lilia Vanrouge

this guy drinks all types of alcohol

has tried sooo many types of drinks it's not even real-

i mean he's 700 years old- how can he not??

but what would be his fav drink? I'd say proooobably a cocktail or whisky

okok think for a moment- Lilia drinking red wine

and what colour is red wine? what kinda question is that 💀

what colour is blood? ok you getting where I'm going with this-

Lilia drinking a glass of red wine but telling you it's blood- idk sounds pretty real

[sunny-ssunset]

Choose your soulmate!

Yandere South park x GN! Reader

Divider by some random website on google

Level three!

Masterlist.

TAGLIST: @giyusdarling @mikkies

Go to class?

>Maths

>Science

>English<

>Art

>Skive

Heading through the halls you bump into Craig, Who is death staring you.

>Walk past<

>Start crying

Suddenly, He grabs your arm.

"Watch your back Y/n L/n. Its not what it seems." He mumbles, staring into your soul through the screen.

what the fuck?...

He lets you go, and you head into class. Taking your seat beside a black haired girl.

"Hey! You must be the new kid Nichole has been raving about!! I'm Wendy!" She gives you a toothy grin, putting her hand out for you to shake.

Accept?

>Yes<

>No

"I'm sure we can be great friends, Hey heres my number, I can help you learn about some other students." Wendy smiles at you.

You obtained Wendy's number!

Skill acquired!

-Wendy!

The ability to know anything about anyone by a name or a picture, One of the perks of being one of the most popular girls in school!

The english teacher rambled on about the psychology behind the Macbeth's emotions for about an hour.

Skill acquired!

-I'm an Empath.

Level one: The ability to tell peoples emotions by looking at them, The accuracy might not be that good however....

You decide to head to your next class, bumping into a tall boy on your way there though "Hey! I missed you!" Kenny pops up out of nowhere, "Wanna go for a walk with me?"

>Yes<

>No

"Great, Let me show you my secret hideout" He grabs your hand gently interwining it with his. Kenny's face turns a little red, maybe he is embarrased? In the corner of your eye you see Craig.

Seeing him, you decide to message Wendy.

You: Can you give me some info on Craig.

Almost immediately, She replies.

Wendy: Oh... Him. Craig really fucking weird. He's horrible to everyone and always bangs on about how "No one is to be trusted except me" and "I know everyones true colours." Moral of the story, all he does is lie. Stay. away. from. him.

"Who ya texting?" Kenny asks, Smiling down at you.

>No one.

>Wendy, Do you know her?<

Kenny's grip tightens on your hand, "Ohh yeah.. Who doesnt, She dated my friend for a while. I dont know what happened to them." He seems a bit uncomfortable talking about this, maybe he doesn't want to talk about this.

"Oh! Looks we are here... Wanna chill with me for a bit?" He rubs him neck sheepishly.

>Sure!

>I should head to class....

dividers by @petal-pxl

[fish-writing-dump]

Pink Menace Aloha x Reader oneshot Word Count: 2.2k Author note: Extremely sorry this took forever, this is my first time doing a request so I was extremely clueless the whole time.

A 3 game winning streak was a great way to start the weekend. Your team was on their way to completing their 4th game at Arowana Mall. While your teammates stayed in the front, spraying ink across any paintable surface along the shops, you stayed in the back above a clothing display with a charged-up splatling, keeping an eye out for any of your allies who were possibly in danger. With this strategy, you landed yourself another successful win to add to your streak. Judd whistled, signifying the end of the match. Hearing this, both your team and the opposing one walked away from the shopping mall, now covered in bright puddles of ink in contrasting colours. “Good game. Are you guys up for another round?” The opposing team's captain shook their head, remaining slumped on a metal bench in the locker room.

“I think me and the others need a break.” His teammates nodded half-heartedly in agreement as they walked behind at a sluggish pace.

“Alright, see ya around then.” Your team returned to the lobby, waving back to your previous opponents as they departed the building. Feeling energetic, your team decided to stay; unfortunately, you had gone to the plaza during the early morning, meaning less people were in the lobby compared to midday. Unfortunately, this also meant those who had happened to be there weren’t interested in a turf war match or were not fully equipped yet to play.

At least that’s what you thought until you heard wild laughter erupt from a group you hadn’t seen until now. A group of pink inklings stood in an isolated corner of the lobby. The group appeared to be quite close, throwing friendly jokes and insults at each other. At the centre of the group stood an inkling leaning against the lobby wall, his arms crossed in a relaxed manner, like he owned the place.

From the bright pink hue of his tentacles to the confident look on his face, as well as his blue holiday themed shirt, you deduced that he was Aloha. You had never gotten the opportunity to see him face-to-face. From what you heard, he was a member of a group called the S4, a group made up of 4 S-rank teams that were said to be the strongest turf players in the area. Despite being the 2nd weakest in the team, his team was still quite strong; they were all famous for having impressive acrobatic abilities on the battlefield and a strong group chemistry. Your gaze drifted away from the group towards the ring of people around the team, staying their distance yet continuously glancing back to make comments, with a few making an occasional squeal (presumably fangirls).

“No way is that Team Pink from the S4?!” One of your teammates exclaimed in surprise.

“It looks like it, I didn’t know they came to the plaza this early in the morning.” Another remarked. You listened briefly to their comments as your head began to tune out the chatter between your teammates as you thought for a second. This may have been an S-rank team, but your team had been improving recently in their combat prowess; perhaps, seeing as no one else was motivated enough to play a game, you could take this as an opportunity to gain some experience.

One of your teammates noticed the look on your face; their eyebrows arched, but as realisation dawned on them, their eyes widened in surprise, and finally, their eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t think we’re ready for them yet." From that phrase, the others quickly caught on, making their own remarks.

“I second that thought.”

“Don’t be so negative; I think we might have a shot.”

“A shot at public humiliation?”

Just before the clamour could reach its crescendo, you cleared your throat, silencing everyone. “I understand everyone’s reluctance, but look at our progress these past few months.” There were a collection of nods in the group: “We’ve all ranked up from B to A; our ability to coordinate and communicate has increased significantly; plus, everyone’s been improving on their weaknesses.” Your teams gaze flitted back and forth between each other, pondering the points you made: “Besides, if we get our butts kicked by these guys, does it matter? We may not win, but we’ll get some experience outta this at least” you watched as your teammates stood slightly taller, the fear, and reluctance remaining but also hope and confidence.

With everyone in collective agreement, you approached Aloha and his team. With each step you took, inklings started to whisper as they noticed your advance. Some asked questions about your group; others wondered if you were planning on challenging the S4 member; but the most reoccurring comments were doubts in your team’s ability.

An inkling wearing a snorkel nudged Aloha gently, gesturing to your group. “Hey-” The rowdy group quieted down, their attention drawn to you and your team.

“You’re Aloha right, from the S4.”

“That’d be me; now who’s the pretty person asking?”

So the rumours of him being a flirt were definitely true. You introduce yourself and the rest of your team, getting straight to the point: “We want to play a turf war against your team.”

“Not sure I’m in the mood right now, it’s really early.” He slumped back dramatically as he did a fake yawn. "Besides, I haven’t heard of you guys before. Think you could hold your own?” 

You rolled your eyes, It was expected he would look down on you. “Big talk for a group of slackers.” His teammates just laughed at your remark, mumbling about how pointless a match would be, but Aloha stayed oddly silent with a look of amusement in his eyes. Behind the grin across his features, he was contemplating looking between your teammates, then back at you, until he finally piped up.

"Alright, I accept, but I choose the map.”

“Deal”

You made your way to Mahi Mahi Resort after a short bus trip and a lot of back-and-forth quips. Emerging from the resort lobby onto the white wooden flooring. The iconic, giant squid-shaped pool sat at the centre of the outdoor area, surrounded by faded yellow umbrellas and lounging chairs. Some quick set-up and your team spawned on one side of the map; a small blip could be heard on the other side, signalling your opponent’s entrance onto the field.

“3, 2, 1”

“GO!”

As the rest of your team dashed ahead, you stayed behind, inking the spawn. Being a back-liner was definitely a lot less eventful since you were away from the main action, but it never made you feel you were missing out or lacking in anyway. You weren’t the fastest on your team, but what you couldn’t do in agility, you made up for in offensive power. As the person with the longest range, it was your priority to keep an eye on your teammates and cover for their vacancies around the map so they could focus on taking care of Pink Team.

After the first minute, more than half the map had been covered in your team’s bright ink as they cautiously made their way closer to the opposing side. It had been suspiciously peaceful for a match against an S+ team. A creeping suspicion dawned on you as you advanced forward to the middle. Aloha and his teammate Diver walked around as if having a leisure stroll through a literal battlefield, not paying much care for the game around them. 

You grit your teeth, typical for the S-rank inkling to not care about a turf match. Seeing that he didn’t care, it wouldn’t hurt to play around. The barrel of your splatling spun slowly until it reached halfway to a full cycle, releasing a barrage right between the two inklings and successfully catching their attention. The duo dodged quickly acknowledging your presence now (or no longer ignoring, you weren’t quite sure). You raised a hand and waved a faux apology. "Sorry, was I interrupting you two? It looked like a real important conversation was happening.”

“My bad cutie, won’t keep you waiting anymore then." This little- 

You quickly reloaded, unleashing a second barrage along the S4 member’s path in an attempt to remove one problem from the scene. "Dang, nice form you got there,” he commented, dodging the shots annoyingly well.

“Didn’t realise you were a splatling user." You sarcastically commented. This again?

“I’m not, but it does compliment your body." A flush rose to your cheeks; admittedly, you should have seen that one coming. Admist the word exchange, you lost your footing. Two shots of pink ink hit your gut instantly, like a swift punch, as you burst into a puddle. Every time you respawned, you swear you could feel the recoil of the shots aching under your skin. After a short moment of grumbling, keeled over in the safety of your spawn, you made a dash for a nearby vantage point to see what was happening around the map.

During your absence, the pink team’s splattershot user had made a snipe position on one of the elevated platforms, keeping your teammates on their toes and splatting them more regularly than you preferred. She hadn’t seemed to notice you had respawned yet, luckily.

You took this as an opportunity to attempt a pushback. Quietly stepping away from your secluded spot and charging up a short barrage, just as you took aim, the sound of a certain pink squid taking a shot broke your concentration. His gun pointed towards you, hitting your arm, making the grip on your splatling loosen. For a brief moment, you glanced down at the inkling, and just as he aimed for a second shot, hastily you withdrew from the conflict towards the safety of your base. Quickly retreating into the ink using swim form you circled around to lower ground to catch your opponents off guard from the ground.

This back-and-forth banter went on for a while. You would try to splat him from a distance, he would say some sort of compliment about your looks or skills, and you would remark about his ability. This went on for quite a while until the 30 second mark hit, the current music changing into a variation of now and never not that you noticed much with your heart beat pounding in your ears.

The realisation came to you in that moment while you were trying to deal with the annoying leader of your opponents. Your team has been pushed back quite a bit.

One of your mid-range users was having difficulty against a light-footed roller main. With the careless inkling’s back turned to you, tightening the grip on your splatling, with a few barrel rotations, you built up a short barrage, incapacitating her enough for your teammate to deal the final blow. Your luck started to turn around from that point on as you dealt with your wild opponents one by one.

Two shots landed on you and the neighbouring ground, and you retaliated with a swift stream along the path of the party animal who ambushed you. 

The two of you danced around each other, attempting to splat each other before the match ended.

He jumped suddenly, going high above your head. With a full charge, you heard a few pops, signalling that you had hit him a few times. As he landed, you quickly charged your gun again, aiming for his head. As he landed, the inkling brought his gun up towards you, ready to pull the trigger when:

“GAME!!!”

Judd blew a whistle, signalling the end of the match. Cheers erupted from the crowd watching along the pool’s edge, mostly towards Aloha and his team, but some individuals congratulated your team. “Not bad, not bad at all.” Aloha stood up in a more relaxed position as he walked towards the rest of his team. You weren’t sure, but for a moment, it looked like he was surprised that you hit him.

You exited the stage with your team, satisfied to have put up a good fight, at least. Your team made their way out of the lobby to the plaza, and as your team went ahead to the plaza, you got stopped by Aloha.

“Good game; I’ll admit you exceeded my expectations.” He stretched out a palm, staring straight at you with a smirk. Returning the gesture, you stretched your palm out to meet his hand with a strong shake.

“Good game, but I’ll beat you next time, for sure!” You confidently declared. For a brief moment, you could see the corners of his eyes crinkle in amusement.

"Well, I’ll look forward to seeing you then.” As he walked away, you felt a piece of paper in your hand. Now resting on your palm was a pastel pink note with a phone number written in hot pink. You looked up to meet his gaze, and as your eyes landed on the pink inkling, you could see he was staring right back at you while making a phone gesture with his hand that likely meant "Call me."

For the second time that day, you found your cheeks flushed.

Bonus:

You put the phone number into your contacts app, and after typing in the number, setting the name as Aloha felt a bit boring, so you opted for “Pink menace”.

[thethiefandtheairbender]

also for newer followers who might not know

i'm writing a book! and it's getting published!

if you just want the immediate details you can click the read and read a short FAQ! if you need more to get sold on it, stick around and check it out!

My YA SFF fantasy debut, ALVOSKIA: Call of the Infrans, follows an Unchosen one named Ally who is struggling to find where she belongs amidst her chosen one found family family when violence arrives at their doorstep, and they're forced to fulfil their duties earlier than expected. There's dragons and child soldiers and subverted fantasy tropes, some tone consistent werewolves, an almost entirely queer main cast with the majority also being characters of colour, and if you've been following my blog for any amount of time, it probably has something for you.

If you like ATLA: "what if there were multiple Avatars running around, and what if they weren't all automatically good people?" + past lives and reincarnation cycles

If you like Derry Girls: hot mess of teenagers getting in and out of trouble together while being ridiculous (and sometimes very sad)

If you like PJO: young teenagers with cool powers going on quests together and coming-of-age. And snark. Lots of snark

If you like Six of Crows: morally dubious collection of protagonists, some heisting may or may not happen, outsiders working together

If you like TDP: elves and dragons and long standing grudges and politics

If you like Star Wars: y'know how the Force like consumes you the farther you wander in? yeah that's the magic system here. + some shadow, death, and shapeshifter stuff

If you like HTTYD: you're here for the found family and fun fantasy aesthetic aren't you

Rep: queer (aro, ace, bi, pan, trans, lesbian, nonbinary, genderfluid, gay main characters, often times overlapping); Asian (Indonesian), Black, Sri Lankan and Pakistani (coded) rep; hijabi rep; one character is an amputee and one main character is Autistic.

The debut month is March 2026! Sometimes there is even very pretty (commissioned or friends) art for it:

If you want more info in the meantime you can shoot me an ask or you can follow this sideblog for it. If you want a taste of my fandom writing first you can check out my AO3 or writing snippets on said side blog, like this one:

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[nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx]

Helpless part 36, sorry for the wait, here is a long chapter as payment

Nico woke up after three hours with a splitting headache, he felt nauseous, where even was he? He spotted the blonde boy sitting on the chair next to him reading a book, he was surprised that he wasn't off with ten other patients by this point. "You okay Neeks?" Will said putting his book down and walking over.

"I've got a headache."

"Nauseous to?"

"How'd you know?"

"It's normal, I'll go get you some water." Will walked out returning with a glass and handing it to the Hades kid, he started taking small sips from it, letting the cool water run down his throat, when even was the last time he drank water? "Would you be open to talking to someone? I know you don't like opening up to people but it could help."

"Are... are you forcing me to?" Nico asked so softly Will could barely hear him, he sat down next to the whispering boy.

"'Course not Neeks, we just want you to get help."

"Please don't make me talk to people." He whispered back, curling up.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to." Nico mentally laughed at the irony of Will telling him that when he was being kept in the infirmary which he really didn't want to do. The son of Apollo grabbed the small boy's hand and started rubbing the back of it in circles, "You could try a journal? I've heard that helps."

"Maybe... can we leave this for now?"

"Sure, anything in particular you want to talk about?"

"Can we finish our game of twenty questions?"

"Okay."

"Who's your favorite siblings?"

"Don't you dare tell any of them but Kayla, Austin will kill me if he finds out." Will laughed, "Least favorite of the seven?"

"Valdez, he's annoying as fuck also I fucked him that one time so it just makes everything awkward."

"Wait what?!"

"We were both bored and drunk, we never talk about that day. Anyways, have you ever dyed your hair?" He decided to let Will come to his own conclusions on that one, especially because Leo was too drunk to actually remember it, or he was just a very good actor. He remembered that night, it was the anniversary of when Bianca had died, while he last memories with her weren't the best he still loved her. He still wished he'd died instead of her. He was drinking himself numb, standing outside on the deck in the darkness when Leo walked, well walked was being generous, stumbled down the stairs, so drunk he could barely stay up right. He remembers thinking 'well might as well do it, haven't got anything to loose.' He remembers grabbing his shirt and smashing his lips against his.

"Why are you so drunk Valdez?" He muttered into his ear, trailing up kisses

"None ya business Shadow boy."

"Fine." He pulled away,

"Hey!"

"No sympathy sex if you don't tell me."

"My mom died today."

"I'm sorry."

"Di Angelo I seem to realise you are also drunk, would you care to explain why?" His words were practically just slurs, fuck it, he thought, they'd both just never acknowledge it again.

"My sister died today."

"What? But Hazel-"

"My other sister, Bianca, died when I was ten."

"I'm sorry."

"Can we just fuck senseless I can't take processing this anymore."

"Fine by me." And then that was it, they never spoke of it again and went back to hating each other, honestly it was a disaster that they we're probably never going to unpack.

"Nope, I was going to dye it brown again when I saw my mum but then she didn't talk to me for years so never really did that."

"That is messed up but in a desperate attempt to keep this light hearted we will unpack that later. Now, I will be kidnapping you and dying your hair every colour imaginable."

"Can I ask why?"

"You're blonde, what else would I do?"

"Umm... okay then, have you ever watched Star Wars?"

"Nope."

"What! How? I'm putting Kay or Aussi on tomorrow night and we are binging all of Star Wars together."

"Please no."

"Too late Angel boy." Nico sighed in defeat, shaking his head but accepting his fate.

"Why didn't you tell me you could speak Italian?"

"I didn't know, I mean the song I learnt a while ago but actually speaking it's like how Aphrodite kids can speak French because it's the language of love, Italian's the language of music."

"That makes a lot of sense."

"Speaking of Italy, do you miss it?"

"Yeah, but when I went back there with Jason on the Argo II I didn't really feel anything, everything there changed so much, it barely feels like home now. What's something no one or only one person knows about you?" Will could tell him so many different things, he had so many secrets but was it safe to share them? He could do the easy thing and say that he glows in the dark, he could talk about his mom or the things he does at night when he's sure no one's watching him.

"I can glow in the dark." It was too soon, he'd tell him... eventually.

"YOU'RE A PORTABLE SUNSHINE!!!" Nico cringed at himself mentally but it was so easy to get lost in conversation with Will, just about fun shit, not worrying about everything all the time. I mean he'd had his fair share of hard conversations and lectures from the blonde boy but it was still so easy to relax around him. That wasn't good, he couldn't let his guard down, especially after those kisses. He said he loved him, he kissed him after the first one, he didn't pull away but that didn't mean anything. He would leave after realising that he was worthless and didn't deserve love, he wanted to let him in but his brain wouldn't let him, the only reason he'd said half the shit he had now was because of Reyna.

"Shut up Doom and Gloom." He laughed, messing up Nico's hair.

"Don't think I will, Care Bear."

"Really?"

"You love it, be honest." Fuck, he shouldn't be letting himself get this comfortable, he shouldn't be getting this relaxed with anyone. But it was living sunshine, cinnamon roll, Will Solace, he could trust him... right? Will rolled his eyes in defeat,

"...Will you be my boyfriend...?" Fuck, why did he do that? What if he- his thoughts were cut off with Nico di Angelo, son of Hades, ambassador of Pluto smashed his lips against his own, grabbing his blonde hair. He wrapped his arms around the small boy's neck, pulling him as close as he possibly could until they broke the kiss.

"I'd love that Sunshine." Here goes nothing, at least he'd be happy for a day or two, he didn't want to build hope of Will liking him for any longer than that, but at least there would be some temporary happiness. A moment of silence passed until Nico asked the next question "What's going on with your mum?"

"Well- Umm.." Will struggled to hold back tears,

"You don't have to talk if you don't want to."

"I want you to know, it's just... hard."

"Take a deep breath, it's going to be okay." Will shook before a tear fell from his eye as started to talk.

"Well until I was eight she was amazing, honestly the best parent I could wish for. But then after that she became really busy, working two jobs to pay for the album she was writing. Then when I was nine she dropped me off a my aunts, said it was for a few days, three months later I ran away. Her house... it was a nightmare, constantly called the unwanted child, yelled at for getting in trouble at school and not paying attention. And for anything that went wrong... ever and well let's just say she wasn't the nicest overall. Food once a week and if I was in trouble once every three weeks and well she hit hard. I don't think mom knew how bad she was, at least that's what I used to think, now I'm not so sure. I ran away which is when I found camp, just wandering around aimlessly until I was attacked by symphalian birds and I just ran until they couldn't find me. I was in the infirmary for two weeks, which was when I met Michael... first time someone cared about my existence in a few years. I was claimed the first campfire I went to; I wrote to mom so much those first few months... poured my fucking heart out, never got a goddamn response. Well she sent me a letter yesterday... wanted to meet up next week, don't even know how she fucking found out where I was. Didn't even bother asking the fuck had happened." Will didn't realise he was crying until Nico wiped a tear from his cheek and kissed him on the forehead,

"I'm so sorry."

"I'm going to go there next week and say every fucking word I want her to hear." He said in a broken voice, he pulled him into a hug.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Will just nodded, sinking into the smaller boy's arms, slipping his hands into Nico's.

"Why do you always wear that ring?"

"Bianca gave it to me before she left, it was my mothers; nearly got it stolen at a club a when I was twelve."

"Why were you...?"

"Addicted to more things than I would be willing to admit, easiest way to get them. Cats or dogs?" A look over uncomfort washed over his face as he quickly changed the subject; Will knew he wouldn't get any more information on what had happened, at least any time soon.

"Cats and that is objectively the correct answer, also I already asked you that."

"Firstly, I don't care. Secondly, you're wrong. Thirdly, you are a golden retriever but you like cat's!? How?? Why??"

"Cat's are just better, and anyways you are the definition of black cat but preferre dogs."

"Cat's aren't 'just better' why do you think we have three headed dogs but not three headed cats?"

"Simple, a single cat is already perfect, why add two more when you've already got perfection?"

"Shush, dogs are still better."

"Whatever you say Neeks, just know that your opinion is wrong." Will teased, patting Nico on the head, covering his hand with his mouth to stop any protests. "Who's your favorite Mean Girls character?"

"Regina, what kind of a question is that? How much longer do you think Jason and Piper are going to last?"

"What?"

"His much longer will they last? It's doomed, my bets are another week or two before one of them snaps." Will thought back to the two of them, he didn't know either of them that well but he normally never would have guessed they're together.

"Umm... I haven't really thought about it but I guess another month maybe month and a half. Favorite book?"

"Ernesto, it was impossible to find and even harder to read since it was all in bad handwriting and dyslexia didn't exactly help. Also if I was caught with it I would have to spend months in the church but I still managed to get through it." Nico remembered finding the first page somewhere on the floor and picking it up, desperately trying to find out where it was from. It took him months to find one and about a year to read that one but he remembered the plot word for word. He could remember sneaking out at dawn to read it before anyone else was up, it was like that for half a year, waking up every morning to read it and then hide it from his mum and Bianca, he didn't know how he never got caught. "Do you like being in the infirmary all the time, I swear you never take a break."

"Yeah, I like being able to help people. Also I'm the only healer so I try to not put anyone else in the Apollo cabin have to be in here too much, I mean normally it's Kay and Aussi but sometimes we have other people in here. What's your favorite season?"

"Winter, I love the rain also I hate the sun."

"Heyyy!"

"Sorry Sunshine, it's the truth, when have you ever seen me outside willingly? What's your favorite song?"

"Probably... Pretend."

"Sing it?" Nico said laying down on his lap, looking up at him.

"Tonight my self-respect went out the window

It didn't stay for long

But I figured I'd be wrong

So, don't come close

My heart is rather clueless

I don't know why I do this But just once more

Let's close the door and play pretend

More than a glance

More than a friend

I'll close the door and play with you

Is that what you want me to do I'll do what you want me to do

Hit me up

It's fine, Mil pause my healing

It's all part of our truce

Oh, the sweet smell of abuse So, please don't go

My life is going backwards

No room in it for you But this bed fits two

Let's close the door and play pretend

More than a glance

More than a friend

I'll close the door and play with you

Is that what you want me to do I'll do what you want me to do

Why do I want it too?

I should be running from you

Why do I want it?

Oh, I want it too

Let's close the door and play pretend

More than a glance

More than a friend

I'll close the door and play with you

Is that what you want me to do

I'll do what you want me to do" Nico stared into his eyes, mesmerised by the blonde boy's voice. Will smiled, planting a kiss on his forehead."If you could have one wish, what would it be?"

"I'd bring Hazel's mother back, she deserves to see her again."

"Not your own?"

"I'd rather make her happy; do you play any sports."

"I love playing soccer but there isn't really time with being in the infirmary."

"You mean football?"

"No I mean soccer...?"

"Soccer is football, the abomination of a sport you have here that you call football is rip off rugby."

"I would argue with that but I really can't, there's basically no difference between the two sports. But it's definitely soccer."

"All Americans are dumb and that is the hill I will die on, you kick the ball with your foot, that's why it's called football. Where did soccer come from?"

"I don't know but it sounds better."

"It really doesn't Solace; just ask the next question, I can't afford to lose any more brain cells."

"Rude, but what's your favorite time of day?"

"Sunset, who's your favorite out of the seven?

"Probably Annie, but I talk to Leo a lot, mainly because he's here a lot."

"Can't imagine why." Nico said speaking in fluent sarcasm,

"What's your fatal flaw?"

"Holding grudges."

"How am I not surprised? Also that was the last question."

"Good, I was starting to run out of ideas."

"Same though," Will glanced down at his watch, "Neeks, it's almost lunch time. I want you to try eating just a tiny bit, stop whenever you feel sick, but could you try?" He half nodded, dreading what would come next.

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Sorry again for the wait, I got distracted

I'll be honest I was running out of questions at the end

If you're still reading comment your Hogwarts house

May the odds be ever in your favour

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Just found your blog and I looooveee your writing!! Your Fizz fic is so 🤌🏾🤌🏾!! Here’s a Welcome Home prompt if you’re still doing them; Lee! Eddie with Ler! Howdy, I can see Howdy just terrorizing the poor mail man for delivering the wrong package to him! I think their dynamic is like very funny 👏🏾👏🏾

Return to Sender

Summary: Eddie lands in a bit of ticklish trouble with a certain shop keeping caterpillar when the mailman hands over the wrong package. Wuh-oh.

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: Thank you ever so much for the sweet words, Fluff! It warms my heart when people say they like my writing, best compliment one can get! I am sorry for the long wait, my lovely, but I do hope you like it!

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Howdy whistled a tune to himself as he moved the delivery crates from the truck and into his shop every morning, ready for the days business. The fruit barrels were set up near the door, the flowers by his counter, the vegetables ordered by colour, size, and in alphabetic order to boot. The sun wasn’t up yet, but Howdy was an early bird. Uh… early caterpillar.

“A for Apple, B for Banana, C for Cauliflower, D for Dill, E for Eggs! Now I know each ABC, who’s the smartest? Me, Howdy!” Howdy sang as he worked, ordering the foods neatly. Howdy liked a good bit of neatness in his store. It made it easier to find things, and it made his customers smile at the proud display. Howdy was a proud shopkeep. Quite honestly, best in all of the neighbourhood! Granted, he was the only shopkeep in all of the neighbourhood, but hey, it still counted.

Howdy folded each of his sets of arms, smiling proudly at the produce stands all lined up neatly. He turned to look at the clock hanging on the wall beside the door to the supply room. Eight in the morning. Prime time to open!

Howdy did his final checks before walking to the door, and flipping the sign upon his door from ‘Closed’ to ‘Open’. He smiled, his antennae wiggling proudly as he took his spot behind the counter. Howdy knew his customers and the time they arrived each day. Wally might be along soon. Perhaps Sally, for a new fabric reel for one of her costumes. Barnaby, for a hot dog.

Well, all of Howdy’s guesses were wrong. He soon heard a voice. Too jovial to be Frank. Too deep to be Julie, Sally, Poppy or Wally. Too Southern to even be Barnaby B. Beagle. No, that could only be-!

“Oh, hear the bells ringin’, a ding dong, ding dong! Feels like forever, but it ain’t been too long. Oh yes, honey, deliverin’ whatcha want, any time. Eddie the mailman don’t ask for a dime~!” came the soft voice.

Howdy found himself smiling. Eddie rarely ever sang on his rounds. He must be in a good mood. And Eddie’s happiness was contagious, for even Howdy felt himself smiling widely as the singing was comforting and welcoming.

“Oh, I don’t ask for a dime, no I do not indeed. Eddie the mailman’s got just what ya need. So come on by, friend! Don’t you be shy! Eddie’s here for ya, from mornin’ until-! WHOA!” Eddie continued singing, but that was cut short by a sharp gasp. Eddie soon tripped over a small rock in the road. His eyes were closed as he sang that jaunty tune, and then the poor mailman went face first into Howdy’s strawberry display. The mailman got himself up, his face comically coated in strawberry juice and the front of his shirt stained red.

“Oh gracious, Howdy! Ever so sorry, there!” Eddie stammered, backing up immediately. Howdy sighed. This was a regular occurrence, unfortunately. Eddie was a very clumsy individual.

“Howdy-do, Ed. You know, you really gotta watch where you’re goin’. You’ll get more bruises on ya than a banana before long.” Howdy said, trying to make light of the situation.

“Sorry, Howdy. I can’t seem to help trippin’ over things.” Eddie apologised. The poor mailman was very upset with himself.

“Hey now, Ed. No use cryin’ over it. What can I do for ya?” Howdy asked, a kind smile on his face.

“Oh right! Lemme just see here… I got a package for ya.” Eddie drawled, fishing in his mail bag for the package in question. Soon enough, he found it and presented it to Howdy. Howdy raised a fuzzy eyebrow as he curiously took it from Eddie and opened the wrapping. Out fell… art supplies.

Howdy looked at each of them. Paintbrushes of all shapes and sizes, some with softer bristles, markers, a soft washcloth too. Howdy didn’t really draw very often, so this couldn’t be for him at all. He suspected Eddie had given him the wrong thing.

“Eddie, pal… are you sure these are for me?” Howdy said slowly. “Wally might get more use from these. He’s an artist.”

Eddie’s smile slipped off his face as he looked at the label. The label on the package said it was for the business bug, but he was right. Howdy didn’t draw often at all, or have any need for this. Eddie felt himself get a little embarrassed.

“Aw, I’m sorry, Howdy. I musta given you the wrong thing again. Here, let me take ‘em back.” Eddie said, gently reaching out for them. But to his confusion, Howdy lifted the art supplies out of reach.

“Actually, scratch what I said. I might get some use from these after all.” Howdy mused, though an evil smirk began to grace the caterpillar’s face.

“But you ain’t an artist, Howdy. What possible use could you even get out of those? Hand ‘em back, and I can get ‘em to Wally!” Eddie implored, trying to reach up and get the supplies.

But that was when Howdy moved. He shot two arms out and caught Eddie’s hands, raising them above his head. “Gotcha, pal!”

“Hey now, Howdy! Let me go! I don’t have time for games!” Eddie responded, trying to gently get the businessman to let go of him.

Howdy used his other set of arms to get a paintbrush from the case he was given. While Eddie struggled, Howdy began softly stroking the paintbrush against Eddie’s stomach. Eddie tensed up almost immediately, a soft giggle leaving him before he could suppress it.

“Oh, don’t be tellin’ me you’re ticklish, pal. Is that right, Ed?” Howdy asked. Oh, this was going to be fun.

“Noho, that just ain’t true. Howdy, let gohoho!” Eddie shot back, giggles littering through his rich Southern accent as he squirmed in Howdy’s hold.

Howdy grinned and gently dragged Eddie to the floor, the caterpillar holding Eddie down quite easily. Ah, the fun of having four arms.

“You know, Ed. I think we should test these supplies before we hand ‘em off to Wally. Gotta make sure they all work the way they’re supposed to, I know Wally gets frustrated as anything if his supplies aren’t good enough to draw or paint with.” Howdy said, even as he gently pushed up Eddie’s shirt, revealing the fuzzy yellow belly underneath.

“Howdy, just what are you about to try?” Eddie asked, trying to wriggle out of the caterpillar’s grip but ultimately getting nowhere.

“Why don’t I test out these here paints first?”

Before Eddie could protest, Howdy dabbed a bit of paint onto one brush and began to paint Eddie’s belly. He had picked a green paint, drawing lines and curving the brush round on Eddie’s stomach, a move that made the mailman burst into laughter near instantly. “Guess what I’m drawing on ya, Ed! Come on, guess!”

But Eddie could not guess, being thrown into a world of laughter. He remembered when his mama used to tickle him when he was growing up, after she came home from her own mail deliveries. Eddie had thought he’d be less ticklish as he aged, but that wasn’t the case at all for the mailman. Rather, Eddie seemed to have gotten more ticklish since then.

“Oh gohohohosh! Oh, uh… ah! I-I don’t knohohow!” Eddie guessed, doing his best to wiggle about a bit in an effort to get Howdy to stop. But Howdy did no such thing.

“You don’t know? C’mon, Ed, you’re a smart guy.” Howdy teased, switching from green to red as he drew in the next part of this. “Hey, quit laughin’! You’ll make me colour outside the lines!”

“Buhuhuhut it tickles! Howdy, you’re tihihihicklin’ me!” Eddie yelped, trying to move away. But Howdy kept him down easily. Howdy finished doodling on Eddie’s tummy, his drawing of a flower resting right in the middle of Eddie’s stomach. Howdy then took that moment to gently flip Eddie on his stomach with one set of hands, the other set holding onto these art supplies.

“Okay, well the paints are definitely workin’. Now we just need to do the markers. Let’s play a game, eh Ed?” Howdy enquired, hoping Eddie would say yes.

“W-What kihihinda game?”

“Dead easy, really. It’s called Hangman. I’ll draw a word on your back and you have to guess the word. If you get all your guesses wrong, I win. But if you guess right, you win.” Howdy explained. It did sound fun…

“Fihihihine.” Eddie giggled, letting Howdy work his white shirt up. Thankfully, the strawberry juice seemed to have dried into his shirt, so Howdy didn’t get his hands stained. The shirt was a write off, though.

Howdy drew a series of little lines on Eddie’s back to make up two words. Both words, eight letters long.

“Alright, Ed. Gimme a letter. Any letter. You got twenty six to pick from.” Howdy said.

“Oh goodnehehehess… um, P.” Eddie said. Howdy snickered a little from above him.

“Not a P to be found, bud. Oh well.” Howdy said, slowly drawing the first section of the hangman’s platform. Eddie was thrown into laughter again as he felt the marker going over the divots of his ribs.

“HAHAHA! HOHOHOWDY!” Eddie cried out, squirming like anything. Howdy’s laughter from above let Eddie know that the caterpillar was having way too much fun with this.

“I’ll give ya the second word, because I’m a nice ol’ caterpillar. It’s what you work as.” Howdy smiled.

“Mailman! Mahahahailman!” Eddie guessed. His laughter grew louder as Howdy drew in the word.

“Nice! Now just one word to go.” Howdy reminded. “Pick a letter, Ed.”

“Uhuhuhum…” Eddie giggled, the feeling of the marker ghosting his ticklish back making it rather difficult to focus.

“I need an answer, Ed~” Howdy teased.

“Gah! Hahaha, oh no! Uh, R!”

“Aww, nope.” Howdy laughed, drawing the next section and the first part of the hangman diagram, the head. “I’d start getting them right, Ed, if I was you.”

Eddie’s honey rich laughter hit Howdy’s ears in response. But the mailman was nothing if not determined.

“Okay… ah, I’ll sahahay… the letter I.”

“Ah, nice. We’re gettin’ somewhere, bud.” Howdy smiled, drawing in two ‘I’ letters. “Got any other guesses?”

“T!” Eddie shot back, trying his best to keep his voice steady. Howdy nodded and drew in a T.

“Got any guesses yet, Ed?”

“I give up, Howdy! I give, it tickles too much!” Eddie gasped, barely able to stand this.

“Alright, fine. But the full phrase was… ticklish mailman~” Howdy snickered, before he set the supplies down and helped Eddie up, grinning wickedly.

“Well, think we can agree that Wally’s got some good quality art supplies coming his way. You better go wash up, Ed.” Howdy said, grinning. “You got strawberry juice all over ya.”

“You sure we don’t need a second opinion on those art supplies, Howdy?” Eddie asked, finally sending a playful grin of his own back to the shopkeep.

“Oh, I don’t think thahat’s nehehecessary, Ed.”

“Oh, but I think differently. You’re pretty ticklish too, ain’t ya Howdy?”

“Not true!” Howdy shot back.

“Oh, it is true. Get over here, Howdy~!”

“GET AWAY FROM ME, ED!”

“C’MERE, HOWDY!” Eddie called back, chasing after the caterpillar with Wally’s art supplies.

Safe to say, Wally got his art supplies a bit later than expected, and both Howdy and Eddie had pretty flowers drawn on their stomachs for a few days after that. But neither would have changed their friendship for anything.

The End!