#my phone though. ohohoho

[cauldronoflove]

i've been trying to ignore it but im 99% sure both my phone and laptop are actively giving out so when y'all stop hearing from me just know it's because im here

[photo id: a screenshot of the sleepytime bear, a brown bear sitting in a puffy green recliner wearing a long red cap and pale blue nightgown. its eyes are closed and it's smiling in its sleep. in the background a portable radio sits on the mantle, and in the foreground a side table holds a tea pot, a tea cup, a plate with scones, and a jar of jelly. end id.]

[agentbobr]

Uhm so hi..

Sorry im not very good with social interaction but id like to request the rottmnt turtles with their crush or y/n and they found out that they drew them

Sorry if its a strange request!!

ah don't apologize! got nothing to apologize for anyways <3, also definitely not strange tbh i think most people who draw (me included) end up drawing their crush lol, also sorry if mikey is ooc! ive never really written him :')

🎨🖌️ Raph had a crush on you for a looong time, and it wasn't well hidden at all!

🎨🖌️ But alas, when your in love you never notice all the signs~

🎨🖌️ One day while you and Raph are hanging out, him training off on the side and you drawing him sneakily

Sitting in the garage, with Raph off to the left lifting some weight while talking about the latest villian he'd smashed, listening to him talk so passionately was always so.... inspiring? definitely a nice sound to listen to while drawing that's for sure!

"And than Leo went in all... all swords blazing! he was porting left and right, it was awesome! and then, Donnie-"

and than a crash sounded thoughout the lair before- "(y/n) I am....SO sorry!" Mikey called out, sighing before getting up, you leave your sketchbook where you were sitting before going to check what Mikey was sorry for, leaving Raph alone, with his curiosity of what you were drawing becoming waaaay to big and him snooping

Raph looked at only a few pages! before he got to the drawings of him and he's impressed! he knows it's hard to draw his figure properly but you did it well, there was one drawing that left him fluster though.... of him and you, snuggling under the moonlight with little doodle hearts drawn around it! i mean he's happy as hell because that means you like him back but he's also as red as his mask at that thought!, but all his guilt comes round when you come back and see him. with your book. and him trying to hide behind it while blushing....

🎨🖌️ We open the scene on Leo, posing like a king, eating grapes.

🎨🖌️ He had paid you in pizza to draw him as "royally and stunning as you can"

🎨🖌️ ...And having to yelling at him to keep still or it'll ruin the portrait...

"Look, all you have to do is keep still for a bit longer!" You regret taking the pizza.

"But my arm is getting tired!~" His whining becoming louder per minute, any chance to take a break from this would be taken as a blessing-

and just as that thought was finished, your phone rang, an exit from having to draw this- this....cute dumbass! just as you walk out to take the call though, Leo springs up to go snooping...

"OHOHOHO!..... Woah this is good....really caught my flamboyant charm!~" and just as flips to the previous page in the book, his face goes red. A drawing of him and you. Together. KISSING. this is to much, but also so very perfect!

As soon as you come back in the room, he recreates the drawing- dipping you into an embrace before quickly kissing you....then going back to his pose for the drawing.....FUCKING HELL LEO-

🎨🖌️ Now Donnie only needed you expertise this one time, he needed someone to help him come up with a design for his latest invention to really make it ✨shine✨

🎨🖌️ What he didn't expect was you to have so many ideas!, I mean who would think of a geometric diamond detailing? that's GENIUS!

🎨🖌️ So obviously, he does the only right thing and looks through your book for other ideas-

One second you're talking about designs, the next you're having to practically climb walls to reach Donnie, who had mischievously taken your book and used his battle shell's engine(??) to fly up and out of your reach.

"Come on Donnie!, Give it- WAH!- Give it back!" You say, almost falling off of the support beam in the room mid sentence,

He scoffs "But think of all the ideas I could think of off of your own drawings!" And as he turn the next page, he goes stiff as a plank and falls to the floor.

He saw it. The stupid cartoonish doodle of him surrounded by hearts and small 'ily's, simply glancing over at him would reveal he's completely shut down and red faced, only does he get up around 5 minutes later to slowly sit down next to you and wraps his pinky around yours.

"if....if you'd like, we could try....this" he says while gesturing at both of you with his hand fastly. You smile.

🎨🖌️ Who would of thought that exchanging artbooks with Mikey could go so...wrong?

🎨🖌️ You have a shared artbook with him, and being a bit forgetful, you accidentally gave him your private sketchbook instead of the shared one! oops....

🎨🖌️ And before you could realize, he saw it.

You wake up at around 1am to your phone ringing, without thinking you answer groggily "h...hello?" you say before quietly yawning, "heyyyy bestie!....soooo...I think, you gave me the wrong book earlier..."

And now. Now you're awake and alert, "which one did i give you? the...the one with the stickers on it or the one with hearts?" Silence was heard over the line before some shuffling is heard.... "The one with the hearts!, You draw me so well!" He gushes....he...he liked the drawings! The drawings of you and him....living domestically together....oh oh wowee....

"you... actually liked them?" You asked nervously, "of course i did! tomorrow you should come over and we can bake like in one of the pages! wanna call it a date?" He says playfully but the date part...that part was serious, a clean cut and honest question.

"absolutely!" it's a date, a sweet delicious date.

hope you enjoyed! asks are open currently as of (2/14/23)

[horn-of-leo]

would it be alright to ask if you have any saint seiya headcanons? love your art btw!

OMG THANK U!!!💖💕💗 ^w^ ALSO OHOHOHO you do not know how much power you've given me here >:3 I have SO many headcanons to share about this series because I'm so normal about it

oh gosh I dunno what exactly to get into tho cuz I have alot and this post will be soo long if I tell like everything I got but I got a bunch of funny and cute stuff for the main 5 (tho I'd be happy to share any other specific characters headcanons on another post if you or anyone in general is interested)

Anyways my headcanons for the bronze saints! :D

Did a lot of the obvious headcanons where everyone is aged up a bit+unrelated ('cept of Ikki and Shun ofc) because it's dumb how improbable it all is

Ages:

-Seiya-16, 5'3"

-Shiryu-17, 6'0"

-Hyoga-18, 5'10"

-Shun-16, 5'6"

-Ikki-20, 5'8"

Seiya

-Bi king

-Shortest/Youngest of the team

-He knows how to play guitar because Seika taught him how

-After being stabbed with the sword of Hades, the others go on a journey to find Apollo to heal Seiya. While he manages to get Seiya out of his coma, the effects of the sword still effect Seiya from time to time if he over pushes himself since Hades’ power is that strong

Shiryu 

-Also bi king 

-Half Chinese/Japanese

-Grew up in China but was recruited by the Graude foundation and moved to Japan

-He likes to sing but gets shy when he's put on spot, Seiya likes to tease him about it

-He was blind fr but water of life/seventh sense brings it back

-During his fight with Krishna while he only gets partially blind and he's able to heal by the Hades arc(I've also put longer in-between times where the plot happens so they get to have more freetime to live)

-During this time, he had sunglasses/a cane(usually when he's in crowded areas)

Hyoga

-Gay

-Grew up as a city boy

-One who had most memories of his mom since she died when he was 10

-Probably one of the later ones recruited into the Graude Foundation

-Usually stays in Russia with Crystal Saint and Yakov during times of rest (my ver of Crystal Saint lives and he just used to be a saint back then but retired, plus Yakov is his kid)

Shun

-Trans, Pan

-He becomes the Pisces saint in my version cuz fuck canon

-He likes drawing and painting 

-Out of Hades’ vessels, he's the one who's come closest to resemble him. 

-He looks like him during Hades’ youth apparently, though no one would really be able to tell considering the circumstances Hades had grown up in

Ikki

-Ace

-The Virgo saint in my version 

-Number 1 HyoShun hater/j

-Remembers his parents, both died in a car crash when he was 5 and Shun was a couple of months old

-They stayed at a relative's for a bit but were treated badly, plus strange occurrences began to happen involving Shun where dead things would suddenly just turn up around him that further added to the mistreatment. So Ikki took Shun and ran away. 

-Ikki was besties with the black saints too because I think their dynamics would be super funny

Altogether hcs

Pals Dynamics 

-Everyone is great as a group, it'll be Seiya who'll usually initiate meetups as a whole group or sometimes they'll all just run into each other when going out somewhere 

-Ikki never texts in the group chat because he doesn't have the app they use. 

-He only calls people which is also still rare. 

-He'll be the type who calls at the middle of the night to drive somewhere random. 

Hyoga: *sleeping* Hears his phone go off and he sluggishly picks up.  Hyoga: “Who is this?” Ikki: “Wake up and get ready. We're going somewhere.” Hyoga: “Ikki?! It's in the middle of the night!” Ikki: “I'll be there in 5.” Hyoga: “Did you call me because no one else picked up?” Ikki: “…” *Line ends* *A few hours later Hyoga sends Shun the number used to call him* "I think this is your brother's number..."

And that's how the gang figured out Ikki had a phone. They all had to figure out his phone number through just passing it over. 

One more phone shenanigan, one of the first people he calls is Shaka when he gets a phone but he doesn't own one ofc so the only next option would be…

Aioria: Hello? Ikki: Are you with Shaka right now? Aioria: Excuse me? Is this Ikki? Also why would you assume he'd be here with me?! Ikki: I asked are you with Shaka right now? *silence* Aioria: Yeah... 

-Ikki and Shiryu are the only ones in the group who are really awkward with each other. They always need a third person to balance them out

-Ikki thinks that they're cool, but Shiryu doesn't appreciate his type of banter  

-Shiryu doesn't have good sarcasm skills because he's too earnest. If he throws shade, he'll just low blow you 

-I feel like at least Seiya, Shiryu, and Shun keep in touch with the other 5 Bronzes

-Probably most frequent person they run into is Jabu

-Apparently, Jabu goes through a goth phase

Future Bronzes

-Out of the main 5, Seiya is the only one to become promoted to a Gold Saint afterwards since everyone else retires. Though they still can use the armor if they need to. 

-Shiryu settles down as a farmer 

-Hyoga ???? actor AU????, He's not the type to share about his personal life so his childhood is a mystery to the world and the only info found of him from back then was his short-lived wrestling career(lol) during the Galaxian Wars

-Shun and Ikki don't take the armors either, I like doctor Shun so I'll keep that

Body types

From ripped to leanest: Shiryu, Ikki, Hyoga, Seiya, Shun

Shiryu- Clearly the most physically fit of the five. He punches like and is a tank but he's also very agile despite his frame. 

Ikki- Has a stocky build with broad shoulders. Definitely had to fight the most so it's been building up for years. 

Hyoga- He's not huge but he has a pretty fit and toned body. Probably from all of the swimming. 

Seiya- Still more on a muscular side but still pretty lean compared to the other buffer dudes. 

Shun- Just lean, he's not great if we're talking raw strength-wise but has more defensive skills to make up for it.

Sleep headcanons

Seiya- Heavy sleeper, snores a lot, he's the type to starfish and hit people on accident, making sleepovers somewhat of a nightmare. 

Shiryu- The type to fall deadly silent and still when he's asleep so that people think he's dead. Luckily, he's a light sleeper and won't be too hard to wake up. 

Hyoga- He lightly snores but is a sleep talker and will say some of the craziest shit ever and never have any memories of doing so. 

Shun- Most normal sleeper out of the bunch, but is deathly scary when being awakened. The gang will swear Hades is still in him from the dirty looks he gives if he's disturbed. 

Ikki- The type of bloke to go snork mimimi.

Cafe Orders(these were from my sister since she's an expert in the field because I'm not a person who goes to cafes regularly)

Shun- Matcha Latte

Shiryu- Oolong Tea

Hyoga- Caramel Frappe

Seiya- Lemonade Refreshers

Ikki- Unicorn Frappe (joke)

I probably have more than this tbh but these were the only ones I've written down so far!! I love them all so much so i have this long list of random stuff haha thank u for asking me to share!!! QwQ

[player1064]

February 2004

WIP asks but it's just the various sections of my happy (???) beville (/angsty carraville) WIP

ohohoho I loooove this section tbh. not sure WHY i love it but I do it's got it all it's got angst it's got fluff it's got gary being pathetic.... beautiful

---

February, 2004.

“Are you at Old Trafford yet?”

“Still in the car, we’re not due out on pitch for warm-up for another hour still.”

On the other side of the car’s back seat, Scholesy is sat slumped against the window, staring out with a bored expression. There’s no music playing – they can never agree on what radio station to tune to, and Gary spends most drives to matches on the phone with Becks anyway. He feels a bit guilty, though, ignoring him the whole drive, even if they have spent all morning together.

“Tell me when you get there, yeah?”

“Becks, I swear, you’re worse than my dad. I’ve only been doin’ this ten years, haven’t I? I’ll give the finger to one of the cameras just for you, how’s that sound?”

Next to him, Scholesy groans.

“Don’t, Gaz,” he says, “you’ll get fined.”

At the same time, down the phone Becks is saying “not sure that’s worth the fine, babe.”

“The two ‘a yous are always ganging up on me, it’s not fair.”

“Tell Scholesy I’m giving him a big wet kiss next time I see him.”

“I’m not tellin’ him that.”

“Is he threatenin’ to kiss me again? Tell him I’ll drop out of England squad next week if he does that.”

“Scholesy says he can’t wait to give you a nice big snog when we get to London on Monday.”

David laughs, pretty and perfect and it makes Gary’s chest ache just hearing it, makes him wish they could just skip the stupid match and get to Monday already.

“Good luck today, Gaz,” he says warmly, “you’ll smash ‘em, I know you will. I love you.”

Gary pulls a face at that, aware that Scholesy is watching him, that he can see his blush creeping up and know exactly what David’s saying to him. These things have always seemed to come so easily to David, it’s baffling. The first time he’d told Gary he loved him, a million years ago, Gary had blinked and said ‘do you fuck’, then spent the next ten minutes scrambling to assure him that he knows, that he knows, that there’s been no lack of affection on David’s part to make him doubt it. That he loves him too.

“Yeah,” he says now, darting his eyes towards Scholesy who looks away, pretends not to be listening. He clears his throat. “You too.”

*

When they walk into Old Trafford, the receptionist at the staff entrance calls for him to wait a second before going through to the dressing room. In the blink of an eye, Gary finds his arms being loaded up with chocolates, and roses, and a stupid little teddy bear with the Manchester United crest on it.

He shuffles into the dressing room awkwardly, struggling to see around the giant bouquet, and just as he’d expected (dreaded) he’s met with teasing cheers and wolf-whistles when he walks in and drops them into his locker.

He snaps his phone open and texts David ‘you are horrible <3’, before looking around the room with a glare and saying “not a fucking word”.

“Look at you, Nev,” Butty says with a grin, because he never just keeps his mouth shut. “You’re more popular than Giggsy, who’d’ve thought?”

Giggsy raises an eyebrow. “Is he fuck, those are obviously just long-distance guilt gifts. I’m the one who actually has a chance of getting laid tonight.”

Gary looks down at the floor, scratches at his head awkwardly. “I think he jus’ doesn’t want me feelin’ bad that we can’t do any of the Valentines nonsense this year.”

He swear he sees Roy lean towards John and mutter “he’s feeling guilty about something, that’s for sure”. But what would that even mean?

*

He should be focused on the game. He’s always focused on the game. Single-minded, that’s him.

Today, though, he can’t stop thinking about what Roy had said, about the concerned look he’d given Becks’ stupid flowers.

Surely, surely he hadn’t meant –

Because why would he even think that?

There’s still a game to win, though, and Gary does try to get on with it. Except that when he dives (yes, he dives, he’s in the penalty box – of course he dives, anyone would) and the City players start yelling at him, he feels everything bubbling up inside him and oh god, the Boss is going to kill him.

He storms back to the dressing room and is tugging off his shirt to go shower when his phone starts ringing, because of course it does. Because, if he was thinking clearly, he’d’ve been worried if it didn’t.

“I was provoked, Becks,” he says when he picks it up, skipping the greeting.

“You silly cow,” Becks replies softly, like he’s not disappointed. Like Gary’s not just put the cup at risk. “No you weren’t. What’d you go and do that for?”

“He –”

“Gaz, that’s a three match suspension.”

Gary’s been a professional footballer for ten years now, he knows perfectly well that he’s going to get a three match suspension, so he’s not sure why Becks feels the need to remind him of it. It’s not the sort of thing he’d rub in his face, when he knows that Gary’ll be getting the hairdryer treatment any minute now. When he knows it’ll mean –

Oh, god.

International break starts on Monday.

“Becks,” he says desperately, apologetically. “Becks, I forgot – I weren’t thinkin’, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, it doesn’t have to mean – I can still come down, with the lads. I know I can’t train, but – but I can still come. We can still –”

“Gaz.” David sighs. “D’you really think the Boss would let you do that?”

Fuck.

*

“Boss,” he says, voice wobbly, “Boss, please. Double my fine, or – or bench me, but please. Just one day, not even that – half a day, and I’d be back for the next morning’s training.”

It feels a similar situation to the one he’d been in last summer, stood alone in front of Sir Alex’s desk with tears streaming down his face and a snotty nose, begging please, Boss, you know how stubborn he can be. He is sorry, it’s been eatin’ him up, he just doesn’t want to look stupid if he apologises and you sell ‘im anyway. You know how much he respects you. This is all he’s ever wanted. Boss, please.

“Gary,” the Boss says slowly, “actions must have consequences.”

I don’t – I can’t do this without him, I’m not good enough. You know I’m not good enough. I’ll do anything. Please, Boss, please.

He remembers the way Sir Alex had looked at him over his glasses, that long calculating stare of his. You assured me this… attachment of yours wouldn’t get in the way of your game.

“Okay,” he says now with a grim nod. “You’re right.” His voice cracks as he talks, so he blinks a few times and repeats “you’re right, I know. I jeopardised the match. I’m sorry.”

Sir Alex nods, and looks down at the papers on his desk, starts shuffling through them. This, Gary knows, is his cue to leave. They’re done here.

I know you don’t owe me anything, but it’s – it’s not just for me. It’s the team, we need him. He’s special, don’t – I know it’s been difficult between you two, but can’t you fix it? If anyone can fix it, surely you –

– You only get this one favour, Gary. Do you understand?

I’ll do anything, just – please. Please don’t sell him.

A one season loan. It’s an excellent opportunity, the chance to experience a new league, a new style of play. Gives our less senior players a chance to earn more minutes. Then he’ll come back, and we’ll all be stronger for it.

And you promise he’ll come back?

I promise he will be given the option. That’s my only offer, lad, not many people could get away with asking this of me.

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

OLLO

I'm back! 👀 THIS TIME WITH ILANI X CREED ASK

It was gonna be two but i got nosey and i wanna know all the deets sorry

15. What names are they saved as on each other’s phone?

23. Your OCs are on a trip and there’s only one bed! What do they do?

45. Are they good at comforting one another? Does someone hide their feelings usually?

😘💜💜💜

I'm loving all these asks you're sending, bestie <3 thank you for wanting to know more about my blorbos >3< and apologies for the immense delay; the muse has been on vacation apparently

answers below the cut!

15. What names are they saved as on each other's phone?

On Ilani's datapad, early on in their relationship, he's listed as "Creed." At some point she adds a green heart - Creed 💚.

On Creed's datapad, Ilani's contact is listed under "The General" to begin, and when they start to actually admit feelings for one another and develop their relationship, he edits that to say, "My General."

23. Your OCs are on a trip and there's only one bed! What do they do?

ohohoho okay listen the one bed trope is Top Fucking Tier. gold status. I think how they react depends how long they've known each other. beginning of the war, basically just met a few months ago? Ilani offers Creed the bed and spends the night sitting on the floor in a meditative trance that isn't so much resting as it is...going into power-saving mode, essentially. but a few months after that, when they start to show feelings for one another? they're both a nervous wreck. Creed insists she take the bed since he had it last time. Ilani stubbornly insists he have it regardless. Creed's the one to suggest they share; and though they fall asleep facing different directions, when they wake, Ilani is cradled against Creed's chest, warm and safe.

45. Are they good at comforting one another? Does someone hide their feelings usually?

Not really? They have very different styles of processing their emotions, thanks to their vastly different upbringings, which means that they often have communication breakdowns when one of them is spiraling. Though, to be fair, they don't spiral often.

Ilani needs quiet and space; Creed needs to be around at least one other person. Which means that Ilani can't stand Creed's impulse to just Be There when she's upset, and Creed doesn't understand why she leaves him alone when he's in a mood. They work through it though.

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[halomancer]

Picked up some dead leaves and puddle water near the dentist’s office today, and OH. OHOHOHO.

My phone is still on its anti-macro protest, but there’s copepods, nematodes, some kind of larvae, and an unlucky cellar slug who’s getting relocated

So cute though…!

[ticklykitty216]

Eyy I haven't seen much content from ya, so assuming you still have requests open... maybe legit anything with Colette as a lee/ler?

(Ohohoho man, Colette my beloved, I have forgotten how much I love your weird fangirl mannerisms)

(This is a sort of pseudo-sequel to my first fic (the one with Byron and Edgar) but this can be read as a stand alone fic as well)

***

There was nothing Colette loved more than collecting info on her favorite brawler, which was basically everyone. She knew when everyones birthdays were, knew their favorite colors, and where every brawler tended to hangout at. This info would come in handy when she wanted to meet up with one of them or to ‘add a souvenir’ to her collection.

Ever since Colette, Edgar and Byron had moved in together she had learned all the weird little quirks and habits of the others, like how Byron hated people making food for him, or the way Edgar would pick at the studs on his belt when he wasn’t paying attention to what people we saying to him, but there were still things sh learned about the them,or more specifically Edgar.

Colette spent a lot of time with Edgar. Both inside the house and while at work. Colette loved spending time with Edgar, though he would object to her anytime she suggested hanging out, though Colette never took it personally, he was generally rough around the edges. But from the times that they’d hung out she’d always learn something about him, and then she’d write it down in the scrapbook of hers.

The scrapbook. Colette’s pride and joy. It held everything she held dear to her in it; autographs, pictures, her ‘souvenirs’ (that were often disgusting, like Bibi’s gum and Leon’s lollipop stick) and of course, brawler trivia and facts. She was always adding to a brawlers fact page, there was so much to learn, and when you spend enough time with someone you learn embarrassing facts about them.

Like how deathly ticklish your emo roommate and coworker is.

She had suspected early on that the boy was ticklish. The way he would flinch away from certain touches and the little noises he’d make when her hands would brush against his sides when she’d given him surprise hugs, she’d never had the time to test her theory, but now was the perfect time.

Currently Colette and Edgar were in their shared house, Byron was out brawling in a Heist event and wouldn’t be back for at least 5 more hours (had Colette’s math been correct given his recent win rates). They were both vibing in the living room, Edgar was laying on their couch scrolling through his phone and Colette sat on the opposite end of said couch, currently scribbling in her scrapbook with her knees pulled up to her chest (using them to prop up said book). Colette was currently doodling a semi-crude picture of Edgar in her scrapbook, and was labeling certain parts of his body, she was going to figure out where he was ticklish, she just had to figure out how she was going to make it happen.

Colette idly flipped through her scrapbook as she thought of how she would do this, “Hey Edgar, did you hear that Emz’s birthday is coming up?” Colette said casually and Edgar hummed “Yeah, she’s been posting about it on her Insta.” Edgar said bluntly. “Do you plan to get her anything for her birthday?” Colette asked and looked at her edgy roommate, “Eh, probably not…” Edgar said, still looking at his phone, Colette lightly gasped “Why not?! I thought you two were friends?!” she yelled and Edgar finally looked at her “We’re not friends. Just cuz we have similar interests doesn’t mean we’re close.” Edgar said flatly. Colette feigned a sad look and whimpered “If you and Emz aren’t friends then… What are we?” Colette said and now moved to sit on her legs, scrapbook now on the arm of the couch and her arms were brought up to her chests, making puppy eyes at Edgar.

Edgar rolled his eyes with a huff “We’re… acquaintances…” Edgar said and looked away, Colette gasped and reeled back “ACQUAINTANCES?! Edgar, you wound me!!” Colette cried before she leaned forward again, Edgar put his hands up defensively “We work together and we brawl together, but other than that I wouldn’t say we’re close!” “Edgar, we LIVE together!” Colette said “We also live with Byron!” he shot back. “We hang out all the time! We’re technically hanging out right now!” Colette argued, “I mean, it’s more like we’re coexisting in the same room…” Edgar mumbled “Same difference!” Colette said.

“Why are you so hung up about this?” Edgar asked and Colette scoffed, “Well with how much we spend time together it hurts to know you don’t consider me a friend!” Colette said and idly slapped the tops of her thighs and looked away. “Alright, despite the fact that we spend SOOOO much time together, I know nothing about you.” Edgar said and crossed his arms, Colette tilted her head “How could you not know anything about me? I tell you stuff about me all the time!” Colette said and moved closer to him “No you don’t, you always talk about the others!” Edgar said and Colette rolled her eyes “I also talk about myself! And I talk about you too!” she said and Edgar raised an eyebrow “Oh? And what do you know?” Edgar said with suspicion.

 “Well, I know your birthday, favorite color, favorite food, I know you like a certain brand of nail polish cause it doesn’t chip easily, I know you don’t like working late shifts because it messes up your parkour routine-” Colette said moving closer to Edgar, he seemed to notice and tried to back up against the couch “I also know you don’t like when people criticize your technics because now one else does parkour like you do.” Colette said and pinned Edgar to the couch “Get off! I may not know much about you but I know you’re crazy!” Edgar said and Colette huffed and smiled. “There’s one other thing I know about you.” Colette said and smirked and Edgar gulped nervously “And what’s that?” he asked. Colette had this downright evil look on her face as she leaned close to Edgar.

“I know you’re ticklish~” Colette whispered to him and Edgar paled. 

For a few moments the world seemed frozen as Edgar sweat bullets beneath his coworker before after what seemed like eternity, Edgar’s scarf moved first. His scarf moved out and pushed against Colette's face as he used his arms to grab the sides of the couch to pull himself away “Hey! Where are you going?!” Colette said and grabbed his scarf and moved them out of her way “Get away from me!” Edgar yelped and tried to flop off the couch but Colette was faster, she expected this to happen.

Colette had grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back onto the couch and straddled his hips, and in one swift motion managed to get his scarf off with little resistance (she wondered if his scarf had allowed her to do that?)  “I know you’re ticklish, I just don’t know where. That’s what we’re going to find out!” Colette said excitedly as she rolled up her sleeves and wiggled her fingers down at the emo boy and his face flushed. “No! Nononono- Get off of mehehe!” Edgar giggle and grabbed Colette’s wrists to keep them away, she giggled herself and fought against Edgar’s strength, her hands slowly descended downwards towards his sides “Gee Edgar, I haven’t even touched you and you’re already giggling, you must be really ticklish if this is just getting to you!” Colette teased and his face flushed brighter as he was fighting back against her wiggling fingers “Shuhut up!” he growled out, and became more panicked as her hands were now just inches above his sides.

Colette started to wiggle her fingers more and pushed against his hands “You can’t fight this forever!~” Colette cooed and with one sudden push her fingers made contact with his clothed sides and Edgar choked. He spluttered and kicked his legs out before a laugh left him and he shook his head “COHOHOHOLETTE NOHOHO!!” Edgar cackled. Colette gasped and squealed down at him “Aaaw Edgar! Your laugh is so cute!!” Colette gushed as she skittered her fingers up and down the boy's sides “SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!!” Edgar wailed as he still tried to push against her hands, “NAHAHAHA! KNOHOHOHOCK IT OHOHOFF!!” Edgar laughed and tried to shake Colette off “No way! We’re just getting started my dear acquaintance!” Colette said with a mischievous smile and Edgar made a noise akin to a growl. Colette’s fingers were fast and precise, trying to figure out what made Edgar laugh the hardest, “Gee, I wonder just ticklish you are…” Colette said as her fingers suddenly darted across the top of his stomach and Edgar howled “NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERE!!” Edgar shrieked and Colette giggled “Why not here? Too tickle tickle ticklish for you to handle?~” Colette teased as one hand tickled his lower belly while the other went to his ribs.

Edgar shook his head violently and started to thrash side to side, anything to try and get this maniac off of him, “COHOHOHOLETTE PLEHEHEASE STOHOHOP!!” Edgar wheezed, “Oh but Edgar! I can’t stop now! I’ve never seen you smile or laugh like this before!” Colette said as she scribbled between the boys ribs “NAHAHAHAHA- AHAHAHAHA!! WHEHEHEHEN THIHIHIS IS OHOHOVER YOHOHOU ARE SOHO DEAHAHAD!!” Edgar threatened and Colette rolled her eyes “Oh don’t be like that! I know you like it!~” she teased.

Colette looked at Edgar and studied his reactions before she got a nasty little idea, she had never really seen him without his scarf on, “I wonder…” Colette said out loud as she suddenly shot her right hand to Edgar’s neck and spidered against the sensitive flesh. Edgar’s eyes boggled in his head and he let out a very girly shriek that, Colette would admit, hurt her ears before his laughter hiked up 10 octaves, “NOHOHOHO NONONO NOHOHO STAHAHAHA- STAHAHAHAP IHIHIT!! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE PL-PLEHEHEASE!!!” Edgar howled and Colette leaned closer “Jackpot! Seems I’ve found a good spot huh?” Colette asked.

Edgar could no longer get a cohesive word out as he laughed and laughed, tears were streaming down his face and his face was so red it would put a tomato to shame. Colette continued her assault until she felt Edgar slow his fighting down “P-PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAP!! UHUHUHUNCLE! UHUHUNCLE!!” Edgar begged as he dared to look up at his coworker. Colette slowed her assault on the boy's neck, and brought her hands back down to his sides, but her movements were now more sluggish and slow, giving him a small break from the more intense tickles she’d unleashed on him. “Oh Edgar, what am I going to do with you?” Colette asked and shook her head with a little huff. Edgar still laughed and giggled as Colette's fingers moved slowly over his ribs down to his sides and over his belly, “Stohohohohop ihihihit!” he giggled and finally managed to swat her hands away from him.

“Oh fine, I’ll stop.” Colette said with a sigh of defeat and hung her head slightly, she stole a look at her coworker and smiled at him, he looked so cute like this, and she giggled at him. Edgar gasped and wheezed for air and glared at the girl perched on top of him “Whahahahat ahahare yohohou looking ahahat?” Edgar asked and Colette smiled sweetly at him “You silly!” she said and tilted her head “You looked like you were having fun laughing your little head off like that!” she chirped at him and Edgar wrapped his arms around his middle “Nohoho I wahahasn’t!!” he said defensively and Colette brought her hand up to her mouth “Yes you were!” she said with a smirk “Cause if you weren’t, then you wouldn’t have been laughing! Duh!” she finished.

*~*~*

It was late at night as Colette colored in her scrapbook. She giggled to herself as she colored in the crude drawing of Edgar with a red colored pencil and then wrote with her pen “VERY TICKLISH” at an arrow pointing at Edgar’s neck. She sighed as she looked at the picture “Shame I didn’t get to tickle his lower half, oh well, I’ll just have to do it some other time!” Colette said as she closed her scrapbook, as she moved across her room, which was littered with plush and crumpled up pieces of paper, she passed by the mirror and stood in front of it. Her hand ghosted over her left eye which now sported a large bruise over it, “I’ll certainly be getting revenge for this, don’t you worry my dear friend!” she laughed. 

She couldn't stay mad at Edgar for punching her, she admitted that she deserved it, but still, it would fuel her up for a little revenge against him, Colette turned and as she moved away from the mirror and flopped on her bed, exhausted from today's events, and was already planning her next attack against her moody ‘friend’.

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(OWO? POSSIBLE SEQUEL IN THE FUTURE??)

(Maybe, if this motivation keeps up!)

[lukmarc10]

reading the most iconic creepypastas for the very first time and reviewing them (part 1)

surprisingly, i never went through a creepypasta phase when i was younger.

so now, in the year of our lord 2022, i decided to finally deep dive into this world and share my thoughts on them.

shall we begin?

(note: i read all of them through here!)

who was phone?: ...?/10. you guys should've seen my reaction when i read this and later found out it's the first creepypasta (trollpasta?) to ever exist. what the actual fuck. this is hysterical.

white with red: 6/10. pretty okay, i guess. way too simple, though.

he who should really not be named (candlejack): 4/10. diversity win! the demonic spirit who will gouge your eyes out is non-binary!

polybius: 7/10. kinda generic, but still a fun read.

the dionaea house: 9/10. i don't know what i was expecting when i started reading this, but THAT surely wasn't it. holy fucking shit, that was good!

the portraits (a.k.a. the cabin in the woods): 1/10. meh.

the rake: 6/10. not bad, but it felt a little incomplete.

candle cove: 7/10. shout out to horror stories that involve childhood nostalgia, gotta be one of my favorite genders.

1999: 8/10. same as last one.

gateway of the mind: 5/10. hm, could've been better.

slenderman: 7/10. ohohoho okay, NOW we're getting to the fandom territory. NOW we're getting to the actual juicy stuff. we're off to a good start!

smile dog: 8/10. honestly, if i were in mary e.'s shoes, giving the diskette to literally anyone else would be my immediate reaction 🙃

dead bart: 7/10. ah. the first ever "cartoon lost episode" creepypasta, i assume. and it even features the whole 'simpsons predictions' thing. sweet.

suicidemouse.avi: 7/10. ok, so i've actually seen the video for this when i was a kid. i didn't know it was based on a creepypasta! huh.

the statue: 0/10. bruh, whoever wrote this one wasn't even trying 💀

licking: 0/10. this one doesn't even make sense wtf

squidward's suicide: 8/10. another one i've already seen when i was younger. it aged pretty decently imo.

the theater: 3/10. "swirly head man" sounds like a villain's name from a pbs kids show lol

mr. widemouth: 9/10. this one was actually pretty enjoyable! why isn't it more famous??

herobrine: 6/10. okay so, here's the thing: i was never interested in minecraft. never played it, probably never will. but i had a childhood friend who was OBSESSED with it and every now and then i would hear him saying "herobrine". i just assumed it was like a really important item you can get in the game or, idk, something along those lines. it wasn't until last year that i found out it's a fucking creepypasta character 😭

[sunny6677]

Bubblegum.

Short stories based off of my oc (Tom) and Kevin.

Summary:

Just kinda what it sounds like. Mainly short stories about my OC Tom—who is an overly energetic and hyper girl who's kind of annoying, but is still a sweetheart deep down. Her job is unknown, but she definitely does something to do with writing—her bestie is Patty, but she thinks she's best friend with Carmen who actually hates her. And her main love interest is Kevin. She's also based off of Papyrus lmao.

Chapter 1: Cuddli-ning. - Kevin x Tom (Part 1)

(Sorry if Kevin's kinda OOC here??? Feel kinda tired lmao. Then again, he's not really an annoyed asshole most of the time, he's just kinda irritated cuz of work. /lh)

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Night had blanketed the sky from outside—specks of white flickering stars plastered across the pool of endless void. The circular moon shone down from on high—its glow slowly embracing every surface it could find its way on. The dark green grass, the few vehicles that were out at night driving along the road, and the houses that lay peacefully in silence.

It was currently close to midnight, on a Saturday as well. So tomorrow would still be fairly relaxing for many in the town. Yet in a particularly large mustard yellow house with a white roof—and two different cars parked on the driveway, there were two people inside—sitting within a bedroom. Tom, and Kevin.

The two had been hanging out since about a few hours ago (Kevin had gotten off work, and promised he'd hang with Tom after he got off—so here he was). And as of now, Tom was rather eagerly rocking back and forth on the bed for.. some reason, a smile plastered on her lips. Kevin sat motionless beside her, his eyes near the edge of closing just from sheer exhaustion. It was getting late. In fact, it was past the usual time he slept.

Looking over to his curly-haired friend with the slight glow of the moon from outside mingling onto her black scalp, he felt his lips twitch into a frown. She continued to rock back and forth—staring at the TV that had currently been on, and playing some random Disney film they had both decided on watching since she for whatever reason loved these sorts of films.

Finally, he spoke, "..ugh.. Tom. I'm tired."

She slowed her pace a little, arching a brow. Despite it literally being close to midnight, her overly loud voice practically yelled out, "..TIRED? HOW COME? WE'VE BARELY JUST STARTED THIS MOVIE!"

Kevin blinked. "Tom. It's been thirty minutes since we started watching it. I think that's more than enough time for me to get tired.."

He groaned, looking down at his phone. He tapped his thumb against the screen, and it switched on. The time read 11:03 AM.

"..mmm.."

He grumbled, lifting his head. "..how come you're still wanting to watch this anyway? It's getting kinda late, y'know."

"I KNOW! BUT IT CAN NEVER BE TOO LATE FOR SOME PRINCESS FUN-TIME! I, THE GREAT PRINCESS, SHALL WATCH MOVIES WHENEVER I PLEASE!" She exclaimed proudly, giving a haughty but squeaky laugh, "OHOHOHO!"

Kevin gave a roll of his eyes, looking down at his lap. It was late, and he'd probably have to go by now. He had work tomorrow—even if it was only for a few hours, and even though there had been a recently hired co-worker who'd take over as soon as he got done with his shift anyway.

Yet.. there was an odd part of him that almost didn't want to leave, as he heard the late crickets chirp from outside, and heard the faint sound of a female voice talking from the film. Letting his eyes look up, he saw that Cinderella was still playing, though his gaze quickly lingered over to Tom's eyes.

Her black eyes sparkled like embers—her lashes practically fluttering anytime she blinked. That same childish smile was still om her lips. And as always while he looked upon it, it gave him a weird feeling inside.

..maybe it wasn't the house that he didn't want to leave.

He looked off to the side, and then at her. "..hey, Tom?"

"HM? WHAT IS IT, SHOPKEEPER?" She asked, tilting her head to the side.

He didn't know why he was asking this, but the question was stuck in his mind, and made his face flush with warmth as the words escaped his mouth. "Do you just want me to drive you over to my house? We can just hang out there, or something. And you can just sleep there if you want."

As his eyes fluttered away, he felt Tom's gaze stare upon him—her thin brow raising with slight confusion. Cocking her head to the side, she spoke with an odd.. sparkle in her eyes that made him anxiously look away.

She then finally spoke, saying, "THAT.. SOUNDS LIKE IT'D BE.." A grin quickly plastered itself on her lips, stars flickering in her pupils from how excited she seemed. "FANTASTIC! YES—I, THE GREAT TOM, WOULD LOVE TO BE DRIVEN BY YOU TO YOUR RESIDENCE!"

..even at a late time like this, she was still the same overly excited girl he knew. He couldn't help the slight smile that began to curl on the corners of his lips.

"Well.. okay. Heh." He slowly lifted himself off of her pastel yellow blanket that was draped over the fancy white cushion of her bed, "I'll just—wait for you downstairs then."

He dusted his pants off as she practically hopped off of the bed with a small, chipper laugh. She eagerly exclaimed while grabbing the remote that was still on the bed, and pressing the red button.

"OHOHOHO! THIS IS GONNA BE THE BEST SLEEPOVER SLEPT OVER BY ANYONE EVER!" She practically yelled in her high-pitched voice, shaking her fists from happiness. Of course—it seemed she already decided on sleeping over at his house.

Kevin felt himself rolling his eyes yet again as he began to approach the door of her bedroom. Her annoying voice always made a spark of irritation rise in his chest, and his fists remained clenched. With how irritating she could be unknowingly sometimes, it was hard to even tell why he hung out with her, or why he considered her a friend. If he even considered her a friend at all.

Well.. okay, yeah. He.. did consider her a friend. But she still caused him a lot of trouble, unintentionally or not. It was hard to tell why he was even here—around her. Why there was an odd part of him that wanted to be around her anyway.

..well, there actually was a possible reason why. But he didn't really want to think about it.

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Eventually, they had arrived at his house. And the exhaustion was now weighing over his mind more than ever. He had driven all the way back to his house, hearing the cars engines rumble and how the vehicle turned as Tom yelled about random things from beside him—her speech muffled by the noise. The closer they got to his house though, the quieter she seemed to become, and the less she seemed to jump in the passengers seat.

She was tired. He knew. He wasn't stupid. It wasn't like she'd just suddenly become all quiet out of nowhere. Despite her lack of energy, she rambled on about random things still, and eventually came to complete silence as they pulled into his driveway. As of now—they were already in his house. In his small, cramped and messy bedroom to be exact. There wasn't a guest bedroom, so she couldn't sleep there.

She had offered to sleep on the couch in the living room, and he almost let her like he did the few other times she had slept over here, but.. something in him didn't want her to. Even though she was quite loud and overly confident, she could get easily anxious. He knew this, since he had known her for a long time already—even if half the time, she was just being dramatic about something that had no way of actually happening.

Yeah.. maybe that was why he didn't want her to. Or that was what he told himself the reason for it was.

"REALLY? ARE.. ARE YOU SURE?" Tom had asked.

"..yeah. I'm sure." Kevin nodded. "You know how you can get when you freak out sometimes. I don't want you to just be laying there and then come running into my room because you got scared or something."

"HMM.." Tom hummed. "WELL—I SUPPOSE THAT IS TRUE! IN THAT CASE, I SHALL HAPPILY SLEEP IN YOUR CHAMBERS WITH YOU! OHOHO!" She answered with a grin spreading on her face, throwing her hand foward and pointing it as she spoke. She stood there—feeling his awkward gaze settle upon her as the silence filled the living room they were standing in.

"..so.. you gonna get on the bed, or are you just gonna stand there?"

She retracted her hand, and gave a nod. "INDEED I SHALL!" Swiftly—she made her way around him toward the bed that was on the left side of the room, only a few inches away from where he was standing. He felt a slight brush of air pass against his skin as she moved. Automatically, his head turned on its own.

She walked over to the bed still, and then bent over, crawling onto it with a smile spread on her lips. She wore the same pastel yellow night-gown with 'QUACK!' written in white bold letters on the chest part (as she had decided to bring it since she'd be sleeping over anyway). The shirt wrapped around her—her arms, her legs and even her neck covered in black specks of freckles. Her round face, her eyes sparkling still.

"..hm."

He hummed. And gave a sigh. He went over to the edge of his bed, slipping off his shoes in the process. They fell to the ground with a few thuds—practically flying over to different parts of the room. With a swift turn and a breath, he crawled onto the bed. From beside him and laying on her back—Tom practically writhed, giggles escaping her mouth. He couldn't help the laugh that practically begged to break free from his faintly smiling lips. He never really smiled at her this much before.

Finally, he laid down on his back with a breath—looking down at Tom who seemed to finally cease her movements. Her eyes were shut for a moment, and then they opened again, her sparkling black embers meeting his own gaze. She looked away, pulling up the pink blankets over her form, and curling up beneath it with a smile.

"MEHHH.. YOUR BLANKETS FEEL REALLY WARM.." Tom mumbled. Kevin rolled his eyes again, turning over on his side.

"..mm.." He finally gave a sigh. "..night, dude. Don't stay up or anything." He warned—after all, she did sort of have a habit of staying up if she were frightened. And he didn't want to catch her awake at a late hour yet again.

"I WON'T.." Tom promised—turning over on her side. She scooted slightly closer to him. He felt something warm, but small press against his back. In fact, it was her own back—and her own shoulders leaning up against him.

The sensation slightly faded as she curled up, and mumbled, "SWEET DREAMS, SHOPKEEPER.."

Kevin blinked, feeling a warm feeling rise in his chest, and he could only hum softly in return. Before finally closing his eyes.

[greycaelum]

i know you just posted a new chapter for the clouds and mochi series, but i can't help but think about this,, YOU CAN LEAVE THIS ASK AS LONG AS YOU WANT !! dochu worry hihi

so kouki skips classes right? so what if reader and satoru gets called to school again but reader was running late bc of some stuffs so satoru arrived early. kouki's teacher was a female who was flirting with satoru and when reader arrives she sees how the teacher was like blinking or like fluttering her eyes to satoru 😆

again you can leave this request as long as you want!! answer this at your own pace ❤️ ily author !!

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Reader

(Kaleidoscope Series || Clouds And Mochi Chapters ||)

[When someone flirts with his Papa, what do you think Kouki will do?]

[Notes & Warning: crack, fluff, slight savageness Word Count: 1.1k]

"Hi! This is so sweet and thoughtful of you~ Sending you my hugs, scarfs, and ice cream! Ahhh... My Kikufuku has been branded as a problem child LOL, but yeah he sometimes, only sometimes, skips classes. But he's not as notorious as Megumi in middle school so don't worry." —Grey,

Eye Drops

I.

For the 3rd time, the school has called you to come to the guidance office to deal with your son's behavior. And this is getting hard to believe... First, Kouki comes home with his school paper perfect score, or sometimes 2-3 mistakes. Second, he has a friend that he often tells you about. Third, Kouki rarely gets annoyed even in the house, with Satoru as haphazard of a father and four years old younger sibling, you know Kouki is extremely sweet and patient so it's hard to believe that for the third time he punched someone, not to mention from his upper-class.

This brings back memories of attending Megumi's meetings after the kid beat up a mountain of delinquents...

Satoru: Hon, I'm already here in the office.

You: I'm on my way. I had to close the cafe. How's Kou?

Satoru: ... Of course he's great! Not a single scratch, well I did train him so don't worry. Kikufuku has great potential.

You: Potential my ass.

Satoru: Ohohoho, your ass has greater potential~ *wink* Baby, tonight? <3

You run your hand over your face and hide the smile on your lips.

You: Shut up

II.

Kouki stares at his father grinning like an idiot while typing on the phone. Then to his teacher sitting behind the desk, looking at his father with a sticky gaze. Kouki has seen more than enough similar scenarios to know where this is going. All those scenarios lead to one conclusion.

Teacher is an ENEMY.

"Mr. Gojo is your wife coming any minute?"

"Oh, yeah. She's on the way," HIs Papa didn't bat an eye to his teacher though, eyes fixated and busy texting on the phone.

"Mrs. Gojo seems to be busy, can I have your email address instead in case she's not available for future references?"

"Sure." His Papa shrugs and asks for paper.

Kouki crossed his arms and eyed his teacher, from her head to her toes up to her head. Mama's a million times beautiful. He scoffs and draws the attention of his teacher and father to him.

"I heard from Kouki that you work as a teacher too. Which school do you teach Mr. Gojo?" The woman leaned over with her hand under her chin and a sweet smile on her red lips, batting her eyelashes.

"In a technical school. I'm just a relief teacher, we're short of staff."

"Papa, can I borrow your phone?" Kouki pokes his father who gave him his phone. Kouki immediately searches for your name.

"You had Kouki-kun at such a young age? You must be really well-off Mr. Gojo."

"Nahh, it's my wife. She's an excellent woman."

Mama, can you buy eye drops?

Sent

Satoru and the teacher kept talking. But Kouki is growing irritated at the countless times the woman has batted her eyelashes at his Papa.

III.

Just in time, you were passing the drug store when you receive what seems to be your son's message. Did he hurt his eyes? You hasten your footsteps towards the guidance office. You knocked on the door and opened it with the teacher leaning too close and giggling at your husband who has planted his back on the chair with arms crossed.

"Kouki-kun really is your carbon copy Mr. Gojo. No wonder he's such a handsome—"

At the sight of you, the teacher froze and cleared her throat, plastering a friendly smile, and invited you in.

Oh?

"Mama," Kouki patted his seat and pulled you there, beside his Papa. You didn't miss the narrowed stare your son has been giving the teacher.

"I'm sorry I had to close my shop before coming here."

"No worries Mrs. Gojo, I've already had the talk with your husband. From what I found out Kouki-kun is a sweet child at home. Perhaps you've spoiled him too much that it affects his behavior in school."

"What did my son do this time?" You look at Kouki who remained expressionless.

"He beat up a kid, two grades higher. I believe that this is clearly an offense," The teacher turned to your son. "Kouki-kun violence is never the answer."

Kouki just stared at her with a stoic face.

"Kou," you called out.

"I was wrong," Kouki admitted. "But I won't let them bully my friend. If no one teaches them a lesson they'll remember. They won't stop."

"That is still not a reason."

"We'll take it from here." Satoru interrupted.

"Mr. Gojo this is a problem, we cannot tolerate Kouki-kun's behavior. If he keeps this up, the other students will use the same excuse." The teacher insisted.

But Satoru has decided enough, he stood up and gestured for you.

"Next time, call the other party as well. If my son did act rashly then he will accept what punishment you give him. But if my son stood up for himself because you cannot establish a safe environment for students..." Satoru didn't finish his words but the Teacher's widened eyes is enough.

Kouki rummages through your bag. And walks to the teacher's desk.

"You keep blinking puppy eyes to my Papa, your eyes must be dry. I'll give you this eye drop, Teacher. So next time... you can see clearly who's started the problem first."

Kouki follows out, to you who is flabbergasted, and to Satoru who smirked at his son. Satoru pulled you and Kouki outside the room down that corridor.

"Atta boy," Satoru chuckled. "In the real world, only you can protect yourself, not me or Mama, or your teachers." He ruffles Kouki's long hair making the young boy smile.

"She's been batting you, puppy eyes?" You laugh, unable to get annoyed with how your son shuts up the teacher.

"She did? I didn't notice I was texting you." Satoru laughed. "Did you really beat them up because of your best friend?"

"I did." Kouki nod.

Was it your imagination but you notice your son's ears turn red and bashfully turn his head away.

"Girl or boy?" You chuckled.

"Ma!" Kouki protested.

IV.

"Puppy eyes?" You look at your husband.

Satoru rolled his eyes.

"My eyes are only set on you." Satoru looks at Kouki and Saika busy eating. "And our kids."

You raise a brow but paid it no heed. You trust him. You didn't even needed to lift a finger earlier. Kudos to your son.

Seeing your smile, Satoru scooted closer, and wraps his arm around your waist, stuffing his face into the spaces of your neck and shoulder.

"So... About tonight?" Satoru's teeth found your earlobe, tugging it gently.

No wonder he didn't notice the 'puppy eyes', it's because his head is in the clouds thinking about other things.

—GreyCaelum

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[gaybananabread]

Nightmare

I rewatched some epidoes and got the idea for this.

Ler: Stolas

Lee: Blitz

Summary: Blitz wakes up after a nightmare, and Stolas has an idea to cheer him up.

Warnings: mentions of sex (gotta expect that), swearing (duh). This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!

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You'll never have true friends. You'll never find true love. Remember Striker? You can't even tell who's a friend and who wants to hurt the people you're closest to.Your employees all hate you. Luna can't even bare to spend 10 minutes with you unless she has her phone to ignore you with. YOU WILL DIE COLD AND ALONE!

Blitz shot up, panting, tears streaming down his face. Stolas was above him, staring down with a concerned look on his face. He'd had another nightmare, and apparently woke Stolas up at some point. God damnit.

He turned away from the bird, curling into a ball. This was the first night he had one with Stolas around. He had come to return the book, had sex with Stolas, and fallen asleep. Shit, he didn't want that damn owl to see him like this. He looked weak.

"Blitz, are you alright?" He just grunted, still trying to dry his face. Damn nightmares, damn book, damn Stolas. Why the fuck did he have one tonight of all nights.

Stolas went over to hug him, brushing his feathery arms on his sides. He didn't expect the sound Blitz made. It was between a snort and a yelp.

"Was that a-" "DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!" The imp started squirming and struggling to get out of his grip. "But I fucking do." He started fluttering his fingers in Blitz's sides, and he tried his fucking best not to laugh.

"Come on now, Blitzy. You know you want to laugh, just let it out. I want to hear it, my little imp." Fuck, he was making this hard. When he reached a rib, the dam broke, and loud belly laughter rang out through the room.

"FUHUHUHUHUCK! STOHOHOHOLAHAS NOHOHOHOHO! YOU AHAHAHASS!" He was flopping around, smacking at Stolas's hands. There was only one thought in the bird's head: He is so fucking cute!

Stolas let his hands wander upwards, landing on his ribs. Blitz laughed harder, clawed at his hands and thrashed around. "SHIHIHIHIHIHIT! LEHEHEHET MEHE GOHOHOHO YOUHU DIHIHIHIHICK!"

The bird boy only stayed there a second or two, going back to gentle fluttering on his sides. "You know, you have an adorable laugh." Blitz blushed, though you could really only see it on the white side of his face. "SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP, BIHIHIRD DICK!"

Stolas scoffed, grabbing Blitz's arms and pulling them over his head. "I'll show you a dick." Since he was about to die, Blitz might as well go out a smart-ass. "Youhu already dihihid." Instead of just one one hand, Stolas used his magic to hold up the imp's arms and dug in with both.

"WAHAHAHAIT FUHUHUHUCK IHIHIHI'M SAHAHAHARRY!" He pulled as hard as he could to get his arms down, but they were frozen in place. Not being able to move them somehow made it worse.

"I didn't expect that much of a reaction, Blitzy! You really are tickilish!" When he said 'ticklish', Blitz laughed even harder, squealing a little. "What, ticklish? Does that make it tickle more? Tickley, tickle, ticklish Blitzy!" A loud snort came out through his laughter.

"Was that a snort? That was adorable! Do it again, my ticklish little imp!" Fucking bird! "OHOHOHO MYHEHEHE GOHOHO*snort*OHOD! STAHAHAHAP! STOHOHOHOLAHAS! *snort* SHIHIHIHIHIT!" Blitz kept twisting and tugging, but he couldn't move his arms even a little bit. Stolas was trying to kill him!

The owl man slowed a bit, tracing gently down his sides. "You have two choices. It's either your tail next or your horns. I'm dying to try either of them." They were both shit choices. He had no idea which would be worse. He didn't really want Stolas to mess with his head, so tail it is."Thehehe tahail."

"Excellent choice! Let's get you turned around here." Blitz felt something lift him off the bed and lay him on his stomach, Stolas sitting on his back facing his legs. At least he could wiggle a little bit this time. "3, 2, 1..... GO!"

"HahaHAHAHAHO SHIHIHIHIT! FUHUHUHUCK NO NAHAHAT THEHEHERE! *snort* STOHOHOLAHAS! DAHAHAHAHAMIHIHIHIT!" Stolas was scratching at the base of his tail, and fuck it tickled! He squirmed and pushed, but he couldn't do anything about his situation. He was screwed.

"Oh my! I'm barely even touching you, and you're laughing this hard! It must tickle very much!" Blitz pounded his claws on the mattress, trying anything to ease the ticklish shocks flowing throughout his body. It didn't do anything, though.

Tears of mirth streamed down the imp's face, which was a red, blushing mess. "PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! NOHOHO*snort*HO! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE! MOHOHOHOHOVE!" Stolas smirked. "If I move, I'm going to your horns, Blitzy. You still want me to?" He nodded his head frantically. "YEHEHEHES! PLEHEHEHEAHSE MOHOHOHOHOVE!"

Stolas turned around so he could reach his head, re-pining Blitz's hands under his knees. He stared to pinch at the skin around his horns, pulling bubbly laughter from the poor demon below him. "STohohoHOLAHAS! NohoHOhoho! QuIHIHIT ihihit!"

Stolas thought that laughter was fucking adorable. "You are so adorable, Blitzy. I should tickle you more often, yes?" Blitz shook his head as hard as he could. "NOHOHOHOhoho!" "We'll agree to disagree."

Tickling this cute little imp would outweigh watching demonic soap operas any day. He got to see Blitz so happy, carefree, and cute. He would definitely ask about the nightmares later, but for now, he would focus on this moment.

"I'm going to do one last thing, Blitzy. Then we'll be done. Sound good?" "YeheHEHES! JUHUhust gehet it OHOHOVER WIHIHITH!" Stolas flipped his over onto his back, and what he saw made his heart do backflips. Blitz was blushing like a tomato, tears of mirth on his face. His smile was so big it could spit his head in half.

Back to the matter at hand. He leaned down and began to nibble at the smaller demon's belly button. Blitz cackled. "NAHAHA! AHAHAHASSHOHOHOLE!" He thrashed around and pushed at Stolas's head, which honestly only made the little nibbles tickle more.

After two or three minutes, he stopped. The blue bird climbed off of him, going to get a glass of water. He came back and gave it to the panting imp, who gulped it down in seconds.

"Youhuh're an ahasshahat, Stoholas." This earned him a sharp poke to the side, making a stream of little giggles pour out. Him and Stolas sad there on the bed together, just listening to eachother breath.

Blitz had completely forgotten about his nightmare.

[massive-uwu-energy]

Heartstopper Tickle Fic!

Nick and Charlie sleep over and are bored so they decide to play a classic game of truth or dare! it does end up exposing poor nick.

( i know truth or dare is super like basic, i've never written a fic before so cut me some slack!)

Nick and Charlie just got home from school, it was a weekend so Nick decided to come over to Charlie's and of course he was super happy to have Nick over.

After they finished their homework, they both realized they was very bored

"Aha! What about truth or dare!" Nick exclamed

"Thats the most sterotypical thing on the planet!" Charlie said with a giggle

"Well i dont see you having any good ideas!" Nick said fluffing Charlies hair

"Fineeeee" Charlie said while removing his boyfriends hand

So the game began! They were playing with the app, and it was all silly little truths and dares, until Nick chose truth

Charlie gasped at his phone "You have to tell the truth to this one! Are you ticklish, and if so where are you most ticklish?"

Nick Nelsons flustered face said it all "N-no! Your turn!" Nick said avoiding eye contact

"I think your lyinggg~" Charlie teased while slowly making his way to Nick

"C-Charlie! We can talk about this!" Nick said backing up slowly

Charlie lunged himself at Nick, knocking Nick down and sitting down at his hips

Nick was blushing like mad! Covering his face and giggling nervously

Charlie just started wiggling his fingers and his giggles went up a octave!

"I havent even tickled you yet! Honesly rugby lad i can take you down just by wiggling my fingers at you

"S-shut up!" Nick said without any real spite

"I wonder what would happen if~" Charlie said while tickling Nicks sides gently

"ah! aha chahaharlie!!" Nick giggled, making absolutly no effort to stop him

"i thought you wasnt ticklish! Did you lie to me?!" Charlie said while tickling one side and squeezing the other

"ihihim sohohohohory! aH!" Nick said while now kicking his feet and wiggling around

"your just like a golden retriver!" Charlie said while making a claw with his hand and tickling Nicks tummy

"ahahaham nohohohot *snort* ohohoho god!" Nick said while snorting

"Did you just snort?! Can you get any cuter?!" Charlie asked while giggling along with him

After a few more minutes of tickles, Charlie let up

"Since your obviously very ticklish, where are you most ticklish?" Charlie asked crossing his arms

"W-will you not go to hard on me?"

"Promise!" Charlie said with a promising smile

Nick somehow blushed darker and raised his arms, not able to keep them up long before putting them down and giggling more

Charlie grabbed one of Nicks arms and pinned it on the ground, while the giggling Nick just covered his face with the other hand

"You ready giggles?" Charlie asked his boyfriend with his new nickname

Nick nodded

Charlies smile grew on his face seeing his boyfriend so adorable like this! How is he so cute!?

Charlie lifted one finger and slowly wiggled it in Nicks underarm, and he went nuts!

"AHAHAHAHA!! C-CHAHAHAHAR! EHEHEHE!" Nick loudly laughed outloud, Charlie joined him

"Is this your tickle spot?" Charlie teased

Nick nodded frantically, finnaly after what felt like forever of Charlie attacking him, Nick finnaly fought back. Nick pushed Charlie back with the one hand that wasnt pinned down

Charlie shot back up and laughed along with Nick, easing his attack on his poor boyfriend

"C-charrr, your so mean!" Nick winned, not really meaning it

"Oh you poor thing, you enjoyed it though!"

Nick hid his poor blushing face in his hands "S-shut up"

Charlie giggled and pulled Nick into a hug, knowing he was going to be tickling him again very soon

~

[polyghostfacehours]

Alright, alright, alright! You said I should request something so here I am! Let me get ahhhh Poly!Ghostface fic obvi, Billy and Stu and the reader with some roleplay. I am thinking our two boys all in costume plan a scene, call the reader up while they are masturbating, dirty talk, the reader plays the part and tries to deny it, more teasing until what the reader doing cannot be mistaken, totally obvious. Then those boys "break in" and join them! Mutual masturbation ensues, maybe more? Bless XO

Ohohoho! Does it hurt carrying such a large fat galaxy brain? Because this is the *chef's kiss* good shit. I made this female reader so that I could make this super detailed and good for you. Fair warning: this got looooooooong lmao. I also incorporated squirting near the end, just because I wanted to try my hand at it adn wanted to write how I think the boys would react to it! If that's not your thing you can skip the last few paragraphs!

TW: NSFW, sex, voyeurism, attempted dub-con roleplay, brief knifeplay, brief slutshaming, squirting/female ejaculation.

It's been a little over a whole week since Billy and Stu had mentioned wanting to have another roleplay sesh, and the anticipation was getting to you. Normally, they did it within the week of discussing it. But they sure were taking their sweet ass time now. But then again, that was part of the fun, wasn't it? Make the plan, then live out your lives like normal until they decide it's time.

It was fun, it was sexy, and you were getting wet just thinking about it.

So wet, in fact, that you found yourself unable to sleep. With a huff, you kick off your blanket and panties and get to work. If they weren't going to be helping you out for god knows how long, what was the harm in relieving some tension? You knew that they forbid you from touching yourself in the days leading up to a session, but you couldn't help it, really. They'd been rebuffing almost all sexual contact with you the whole week, yet were just as affectionate with each other as always. It was torture to watch them heatedly make out on top of each other while Don't Look Now reran.

Sweet sweet torture.

The memory still fresh in your mind, you sigh as your fingers find your clit, alternating between rubbing tight circles and rapidly stroking up and down. Your other hand was rubbing and tugging your nipples over the thin tank top you wore, the fabric bringing a nice, silky feeling that shot straight down to your already dripping core.

After awhile of this, you were getting closer. So close. Almost there...and!-

RRRIIIIIINNNNGGGG

Your hands paused and your eyes shot open. You scramble upwards to look for your phone, throwing the sheets off the bed in your scramble. Once you spotted it, you looked at the caller ID and blinked in confusion.

Unknown Number

You knew it couldn't be Billy and Stu, they weren't even home. just yesterday, they had driven out of state for their, ah, extracurricular activities, and had mentioned not being home for at least a couple of more days.

So whoever this was...wasn't them. No harm answering though, you supposed. As you were about to hit the pick up button, you paused, and a fucked up idea crossed your mind. What if you...kept touching yourself? But also picked up the phone? You wouldn't dirty talk with the stranger, of course, but just acting like you weren't fingering yourself as you spoke?

A shiver went through you at the sheer taboo of it, and a thought crossed your mind that the boys must've really fucked you up if you were even entertaining such a thought.

Your heart thumped in your chest as you leaned back against your pillows, hands going back to their original positions on your body, and before you could make better life decisions you hit the pick up button.

"Hello?"

"Hello Y/N"

OH. Oh no.

If your heart wasn't pounding before, it for sure was now. There was no way they were home already. They had just left yesterday. You look over to your closed blinds, closed walk-in, and closed bedroom door. There's no way they could see you. You hadn't heard anyone come home and had made sure the front door was locked less than an hour ago.

You smirked. They must be calling from wherever they were on the road. It was probably Billy's idea too, to get you riled up and drive you crazy days before they could even get back.

Your hands started to move faster, this had went from taboo to a straight up opportunity. They had denied you all week, and you weren't even allowed to touch yourself. Yet here you were, doing just that. Getting yourself off against your boyfriends' wishes while they were none the wiser.

The thought alone almost had you moaning out loud. But you couldn't have that.

You fingers dipped into your pussy "Yes, this is her? Who is this?"

The voice chuckled. You couldn't tell if it was Billy or Stu, but you could tell that it was sexy. God you loved that stupid voice modulator.

"I think you already know the answer to that, baby. It's me, your favorite midnight stalker."

Your breathe almost hitched as your fingers rubbed a spot inside you and your palm grinded against your clit, but you held it in.

"Aaah, it's you! It's been awhile since I've heard from you. Sooo, how are the kids?"

"Not growing inside of you, unfortunately."

You bit your lip at that. You weren't sure if you had a breeding kink or not, but something about that statement had you arching your back.

"Mmmm, I see. And how about the missus? She doing well?"

"Oh, she's doing well. Almost too well."

Your hands briefly froze, before continuing their task. You had already established they weren't there. They were probably bluffing, hoping to convince you into having some steamy phone sex. It wouldn't be the first time. But you weren't going to give it to them. After the way they denied you all week, they didn't deserve it.

"She seems to be really enjoying herself right now, even though I explicitly told her not to."

"Aww, that seems like a real shame. But you shouldn't assume things. She's probably just watching reruns of The Fog."

You were proud of how steady your voice sounded, the phone now cradled between your shoulder and ear, freeing your hand to once again flick at your nipples.

"She isn't."

You almost chuckle.

"In fact..."

You were almost there. You close your eyes and tilt your head back, so lost in the feeling, the voice, the naughtiness...that you don't hear the sound of the walk-in closet opening.

"The little slut has been touching herself the entire time."

At the sound of the voice no longer coming from the phone, your eyes once again shot open and your body moved itself on it's elbows. And before you can mentally process anything, the bed dips on either side as the two masked figures you're so familiar with surround you.

Their cocks are already outside of their unzipped jeans. One, that you recognized as Stu's, was only half hard and the other, Billy's, was painfully hard; flushed, angry, and leaking, as if he had been rapidly stroking it just seconds prior from walking over to you.

You eyes glance down the length of your bed to see the closet door wide open, the insides of one of the doors coated in ropes of sticky white cum. You must have really been in the moment if you hadn't heard Stu's usual loud ass moans as he came. Or maybe Billy had put a hand over his mouth. It didn't matter either way now, as his dick was already hardening again. Stu's stamina truly was something of a marvel.

You go to reach up and help stroke them both, but the reality of the situation came crashing down when Billy tangles his fingers into your hair and pulls your head back. Suddenly, you have a knife to your throat, the steel frightening, yet familiar in it's coldness.

"Oh, no, no, no. Bad girls don't deserve to get what they want when they break the rules" Billy hisses. You know he's not actually angry angry, but if the way his dick pulses every other second in front of your face says anything, you can tell he's surely frustrated with you.

Stu's hand is now wrapped around his own cock, stroking at a languid pace. You hear his giggle cracking behind the modulator, and he joins in on the taunting.

"Yeah. It's pretty fucked up of you to break the rules like that babe. Here we were, ready to give the-nngh, the time of your life. Waiting all week, oh, to get you to scream. We even waited in the closet for the past 3 hours after you got changed-"

"So imagine our surprise Y/N-" Billy cut him off, trailing the knife from your neck down to your collarbone, leaving a thin cut beading with blood. "-when we see you spreading your legs, your pretty little cunt on display...dripping wet...-" he untangles his fingers from your hair and wraps his other hand around his painfully hard member, beginning long, quick strokes "-putting on a show for us, but breaking the rules. Well, poor Stu couldn't stop himself from cumming if he tried."

At this point, you're panting. You want nothing more than for them to stop talking and ravage you; to pound their cocks into your pussy, mouth, ass...anywhere they wanted.

Billy notices the hungry look in your eyes and drops the knife to the floor behind him in order to grab both your limp hands, roughly throwing them back onto your body.

"Go ahead." he says "You wanna touch yourself so bad without us?Then keep going."

You look up at him confused, didn't they want to fuck you? After all the waiting you've done this week, didn't you deserve it?

Billy gives a cruel laugh

"What? Don't tell me you thought we were actually gonna fuck you after that shit you tried to pull? Gotta say, your acting on the phone was good. If I didn't see you fingerfucking yourself with my own eyes, I might've believed your little charade." he sneers as the hand on his cock speeds up.

Fuck.

You look pleadingly up at Stu, your one remaining lifeline here. You spread your legs further, and pull up your tank top to display your breasts, nipples pebbled with arousal. Displaying yourself completely, you use your totally-dignified-absolutely not begging sluttiest voice possible.

"C-c'mon Stu. Don't you want treat me like the cumdump I am. I'll let you fill me up as much as you want..."

At your words, Stu's breath hitches behind the modulator (and you can hear Billy groan quietly behind his), but you suppose the fact that he already got to cum once hardened his resolve because he didn't budge an inch and just continued to stroke himself. You can practically feel his eyes dart between your breasts and sopping core.

"Oh babe, baby, darling, kitten...of cooourse I wanna use you as my personal cumdumpster! And I will, I promise I will! But bad girls who don't follow the rules don't get to be filled up, only covered up, sorry!" Stu grunts out out, and you can see that he's getting closer and closer.

Tears of delicious frustration prick at your eyes, but you now know that no amount of begging is going to get you what you want. So you resign yourself to your own hands, the touch still good and pleasurable, but nothing compared to theirs. You watch as they stroke themselves. Stu moans and groans as his hand twists and flicks around his length, periodically spitting in his palm, and then resuming. Billy's filthy dirty talk fills your ears, him having already procured and used the little bottle of lube he keeps in his pants at all times, his hand tight and tugging his cock roughly and rapidly.

Before long, and before you get to cum and keep enjoying the sight, Billy spills all over your chest, making sure to also get some on the cut on your neck because of course he does. Stu, overwhelmed by the sight of his boyfriend painting his girlfriend in his release, cums a few moments later, this time purposely aiming on your pussy.

For a moment, you feel like actually just stopping in frustration. You already had to only rely on your hands even though they were right there, but now you were also deprived of watching them too. Not to mention the torture they put you through this week.

With a deep sigh, you're just about to remove your hands and get up to clean, when suddenly the two rip off their masks and launch themselves at you.

One of Billy's hands wrap around your neck, as his other moves down to pinch and rub your cum-slicked clit in short, rapidly fast motions. Stu's between your legs in an instant, ignoring his own cum being spread by Billy's near vibrating fingers and alternating between sticking his long tongue and his own fingers inside of you, wiggling against the sensitive upper walls of your cunt. The hand not occupied with his tongue-finger tag team goes to move up behind your thighs, up the length of your body, and to your breast, playing with your nipple. Billy's hand around your throat squeezes at just pressure the you like.

It all happened so quick, you could've sworn they planned this position (and knowing them, they probably did). Your head thrashes back and you immediately start chanting and moaning their names like a prayer, no thoughts, only pleasure filling you.

You don't know how long you stayed this way for. 10 minutes? An hour? You couldn't say, but all you know is that once you feel Stu's fingers thrust upwards just so, his tongue licking the top of your entrance, and Billy's fingers move even more impossibly fast on your clit, you start to see white cloud your vision. Your orgasm rips through you, and it's one of the most intense you've had in a long, long time. You swear you hear them both chuckle, although you're not sure why.

You feel Billy pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. After a moment of catching your breath, you open the eyes you didn't even realize you had shut. You see Billy up already, removing his Ghostface garb and clothes, and heading to the bathroom. Stu is still in-between your legs, eyes closed and resting on your thighs. You reach down to affectionately card your fingers through his short hair, and if a man could purr you swear Stu was doing it.

You sit up just as Billy walks back in with a few damp and dry towels. He helps you clean yourself up, as Stu reluctantly moves off of you.

"Hey, get up, both of you. We have to change the sheets."

You look up at him with a questioning look. You were tired and it's not like you guys hadn't fallen asleep on a slightly soiled bed before. Billy smirks and nods at Stu.

You turn to Stu, who had already gotten up and derobed, and to your absolute mortification you realized his grinning, smug face was absolutely soaked. At first you thought the worst. But realizing it was not, in fact, an unwanted golden shower, you blushed. You look down on the bed below you and found a sizeable wet spot trailing from the back of your ass to where Stu's chest had been.

The look on your face had them chuckling again, and now you know why they did so earlier. Billy helped you up and Stu had the absolute gall to come over and high five Billy before making his way to the bathroom as well, most likely to wash off his face.

Wrapping his arms around you from behind, you feel Billy let out a content sigh as he buried his face in you. Trailing his lips over your shoulder, up your neck, and to you ear. You feel him give a small kiss and release you.

"I'll take care of the sheets. Get that wound taken care of."

You almost forgot about the cut on your neck and collarbone. Luckily Billy had wiped away his semen from the wound already, so it was just a matter of patching up. You walk to the bathroom to do just that and see Stu drying his face. Noticing you enter, he grins and leans back against the sink. You smile sheepishly at him.

"Sorry Stu. If I had known I would've warned you. I don't think I've ever squirted before."

He gives you an are-you-kidding-me look.

"What? Don't be sorry, babe. Shit was was so hot. Like, I mean...like you've came in my mouth before and all. But nothing like that." He sighed dreamily and you laughed, equal parts flattered and happy he wasn't mad.

"Still, I didn't wanna drown you in my pussy juice."

"Babe, if I could live in your pussy I would."

"Yeah, but what about Billy's dick?"

"Eh," he shrugs "I'm sure I'll see it in there enough. It'd cause earthquakes and destroy the little house I built in there every time you guys had sex though."

"Guys, what the fuck is this conversation."

You both turn to Billy, who had just walked in and who's 'what the fuck' expression was so good you and Stu couldn't help but laugh, your embarrassment at the situation all but gone.

With the sheets changed and wound dressed, the three of you settled into bed, curled up against one another, it being Stu's turn in the middle this time. As you're about to drift to sleep you hear Billy shift, presumably to look at Stu, and you almost die at his next words.

"It's my turn next time Stu."

"Yeah, no problem buddy."

~~~

PHEW okay. This was a behemoth (or at least I felt like it was) and Im actually really proud of it! I hope this is to your liking and did you justice bisexual-horror-fan!

Since this one was so long, and I tried my hand at writing mutual masturbation and squirting, I'd love any and all feedback from you guys! Requests are still open so lay em on me baby.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I'm sorry but i'm addicted to our boy Spamton- I have a little unique request here. So this takes place where Spamton just moves in the Queen's mansion, he meets the reader and immediately falls for their kind words and gestures. Weeks pass, and he goes to see them, but catches them talking and hanging out with Swatch.. He gets really jealous to the point of changing his style to match Swatch's

"Oh [y/n]! Have You Met Our Newest Guest?"

"Uh, I don't believe-"

"He's An Interesting Addison Who Made A Big Name For Himself! Ohohoho!" Queen laughed joyously, pausing to sip her glass of battery acid. "I Wonder How He Got So Rich...No Matter. As My Peon, I Order You Greet Him......Whenever It's Convenient For You."

"Sure thing. I'll go now." With a respectful nod, you set off to the mansion's guest chambers to meet this newcomer. You've lived here for a long time--and somewhat reluctantly since Queen decided to make you one of her peons one day. But life was actually pretty good.

It wasn't like you had anything better to do, so if she needed someone to help her with plans that..didn't seem all-that urgent, you'll offer your assistance. She let you stay in the mansion for free and never made you do anything if you weren't feeling up to it.

For a tyrannical ruler she was rather kind.

Yet you didn't wanna take advantage of her hospitality, so you'd just listen to whatever she says. And if she wants you to meet this celebrity as part of her endless lists of requests, then you'll happily oblige. But you were eager too since you've seen his face on TV a lot. It felt like an honor.

After wandering the corridors of deactivated puzzles, Mona Lisa-esque portraits, and meticulously-placed pottery, you finally arrived at the guest rooms. You hummed a small tune as you passed by each one, stopping when you noticed one door was open.

Peeking inside, you saw the Addison still setting up things. A phone was tucked between his shoulder and ear as he moved a box whilst rambling to whoever was on the other end of the line.

"Yea! I promise I won't let you down, okay? Soon I'll be bigger than ever before! I know I'm already a big shot but....haha, yeah, I shouldn't get carried away. Okay. Right..we'll discuss more of this tomorrow. Thanks!"

After hanging up the phone and returning it to the receiver, he finally noticed you and smiled. "Hey, hey! Haven't seen your face around here yet. But surely you know mine, right?"

"Yeah." You smiled, not wanting to shy away from talking with him. "Spamton, right?"

"Everybody's favorite number-one rated salesman!!" He laughed. "It's good you know me..'cuz soon ALL of Cyber World will know my name! It's a pleasure to meet you...?"

"[Y/n]. I'm one of Queen's peons." You shook his hand politely. The energy that radiated from him was so bright. Just as much as his pearly smile was.

Stepping inside, you glanced around at the luxurious furniture. He definitely got the higher-class rooms, with the addition of a large window that showed the neon green meridians that stretched across the night sky. It was certainly a beautiful view to fall asleep to. "Need help unpacking?"

"Oh--sure!!" At first Spamton seemed surprised by your offer, but he nodded. "If you want, be my guest. And while we unpack, I gotta ask you..how's it being Queen's peon?"

............

Weeks passed, and you've gotten to know Spamton more and more. You realized he was actually a sweet down-to-earth guy all around. Although he was on the phone a lot, he'd make time to hang out with you, so you two became fast friends.

He was truly living the best life. Posters of his car advertisements were littered all over the city, and the Swatchlings attended to his every need. Though one thing was hard to admit, even when it seemed like he had it all:

You were his only friend now that everyone else is intimidated by his status--as they would shy away from conversing with him--and the Addisons, well, abandoned him out of jealousy.

Obviously that made him worry about driving you away, especially when he's on the phone nonstop. But...the fact you've been so kind to him in every word and gesture, treating him like a regular person and not some untouchable celebrity, was quite endearing. Most admired him for his products, not his personality.

Your kindness made him fall for you hard and fast, ever since day one. He wasn't sure if this was a good idea; to let it get in the way of his business.

But what the hell? He was a big shot! He can afford to go a bit bigger and take more risks. Living in this mansion with someone who loved him would be the perfect dream.

There was a much bigger dream that his valued caller insisted he focused on, but that can come later.

So this morning, Spamton set out to find you to address these feelings once and for all. Yet he was rather nervous. Addisons were most confident in selling products, not so much...everything else. But he didn't wanna back down. He kept smiling no matter what.

As he checked inside the color café that he usually frequented, he saw you eating at the table. He noticed you weren't alone but with Swatch, talking and...

Laughing with them?

And just like that, his smile faded much like his hope.

Of course, the head butler had their ways to swoon people. He tried not to think of it as anything more than just their personality. It's just their way to entice returning customers.

That's all...right?

Spamton ducked behind one of the displays, listening in on your conversation to determine if he should proceed or not.

"By the way, we've known each other for a while and..I've always wanted to ask you something.."

"Yes? What is your inquiry?"

He held his breath. This is exactly what he feared. Knowing that you've been here longer, it's obvious you'd be closer to that damn bird-

"Your outfit."

Then he exhaled shakily, relieved. 'What are you getting so worked up for, idiot?' He thought in the back of his mind, but he continued eavesdropping.

"Did the Queen make it or give it to you? It's very stylish and really makes you stand out from the other Swatchlings."

"Ah, in fact I decided this look for myself." Swatch chuckled softly, raising a wing to adjust their glasses. "The tailor did marvelous work with my vision: black suit, tinted glasses. Very fashionable, is it not?"

"It is. I like it a lot."

"Why thank you. I see why our Lady Grace admires you. Just for that compliment, I'll give you a discount on any of our products in the gift shop."

"Should be every day if you ask me." You joked, earning another chuckle from them.

Seeing all of this and the way you two spoke like close friends was a jab in Spamton's heart-shaped object. 'So [y/n] likes people who stand out? Well I can stand out, too..' He thought bitterly as he stormed out of the shop without either of you knowing he was there.

Why should he settle with being a blank-slate Addison like the rest of them? He didn't consider himself one anymore.

Today, he told his valued caller, he was gonna be a whole new person.

It would help him get closer to both of his dreams, but there was only one on his mind now.

............

Later that night as you were getting ready for bed, you heard a knock at the door. You huffed in annoyance, assuming Queen needed you for something.

She had a knack for disturbing you at ungodly hours. But knowing better than to ignore her, you went to answer the door anyways-

To some strange black-haired guy in a black suit and white turtleneck sweater.

"Hi, um...can I help you?"

"[Y/n]? It's me."

"....wait....Spamton?"

"Yeah!" The salesman laughed, throwing his arms out and making a pose. "Whatdya think of me now?"

Perplexed, you looked him up and down. He ditched the lime-green pants, instead wearing white trousers. And his hair was slicked back. But what was most peculiar about him were his glasses, tinted with pink and yellow lenses.

Had you not known any better, you would've thought Swatch suddenly shrunk and became robotized.

"Cool but..you kinda look like Swatch a little bit. Was that on purpose?" You mused.

"...haha....yeah uh..funny story. Um.." He dropped the act, losing his trademark grin as he wondered how to explain himself and this sudden transformation. You could tell he wanted to talk inside the room, so you let him in and shut the door.

"I don't recall Queen mentioning any costume contest-"

"It's not a costume." He muttered, uncomfortably rubbing his hands together as he looked at you with sadness. "This is who I am now. The new me."

"..huh? You serious?" When he nodded, you frowned slightly. "I'm confused. You don't look like an Addison anymore-"

"That's the point...! I...I don't wanna be associated with them anymore. I decided to stand out, y'know? If you're gonna be a big shot, ya gotta stand out from the crowd!" He forced a laugh that sounded rather glitchy.

You didn't buy it. It wasn't like him to do this out of the blue.

"Spamton, why imitate Swatch of all people? And why out of the blue like this? I mean..I don't mind if you like their style. But I didn't even recognize you until you spoke."

Try as he might, he couldn't make any better excuses. So seeing that he was cornered made him finally admit his jealousy, overhearing your conversation with Swatch while he was browsing--when he really wasn't, but he didn't wanna come off as creepy.

His voice glitched further due to stress, accidentally blurting out some kind of...flirtatious term as he explained how much you meant to him since day one.

You weren't sure if he meant to say "hot single" on purpose. Though you were flattered that such a famous guy like him...actually had a crush on you, an ordinary Darkner who just fetched the Queen's stick wherever she threw it.

You found it hard to believe he thought of you that way..so you kept your own feelings buried. So to see that it's mutual was a relief, and it made you smile.

Spamton, on the other hand, was stressing the hell out. So much so he didn't even see your smile. He just saw himself being stupid the more he rambled on.

It was such a stupid, stupid reason to get insecure--to the point of changing his entire appearance without warning. All because you were friends with a butler who was doing their job???

How selfish can he get when he already had everything he wanted and more?

When he did acknowledge your small smile, he thought you were holding yourself back from laughing. But you had every right to laugh and call him a joke for thinking this will get your attention.

As he finished talking, he could see your smile fade and huffed. He waited for you to tell him how stupid he looks and to go back to being the plain old Addison you met.

Instead of ridiculing him you...hugged him?

At this point you were sitting on the bed together. Of course yours wasn't as massive as his was, but it was big enough for you two to share.

"Spammy, I'm flattered you like me in that way but...you didn't have to do all of this to get my attention. I promise there's nothing going on between Swatch and I. We're just friends. They're not replacing you or anything."

"I know, it's just.." Taking off the glasses, he set them aside before hugging you tightly, head buried in your chest. "I don't wanna lose the only person in this damn place who makes me feel like myself. Who loves me for me, not my success. And...I-I felt like I had to change something about myself to make sure of that."

"Well..you don't need to change anymore. I love you no matter what you look like."

He blinked, his face turning as red as his cheeks.

You could sense his embarrassment from the way he tensed up in your arms and chuckled, patting his hair softly. "Just..don't feel pressured to change for me..or anybody for that matter, okay? Or at least let me know if you're gonna change things up again."

"You don't think..I look stupid or creepy like this?"

"No. Honestly you look pretty handsome. Black hair suits you well."

Hearing those words made him breathe a small sigh of relief. He nodded and hugged you tighter.

His new looks were staying for good.

[erensproudsimp]

Experiment

Hange Zoe x fem! reader Oneshot

⚠ Sexual Content Ahead ⚠

Summary : Hange and you have been dating each other for quite some time. One day due to rain, you went over to Hange's and hehe hot stuff happens.

I've used they/them pronouns for Hange due to them being non-binary, hope y'all don't mind. :)

"HANGEEEE!" screaming down the hallway near the university laboratory, you entered said place joltily.

By this time all the science students were used you to coming by everyday while causing a ruckus to meet your significant other. You couldn't help yourself being always excited to see the only person who could make your day a million times better and today as usual you had something interesting to show them. Well, by interesting you meant something random you saw that day and just picked it up to give it to Hange. Never were they ever weird out by this as they were as eccentric as you.

"Look what I found today!" proudly bringing your hand close to their face to show them the red rock you saw in your yard.

"Heh, as usual my dear y/n, you never fail to fascinate me," they chuckled eyeing the objet closely.

"I shall add this wonderful rock to my series of collection of stuff you keep bringing to me everyday!" smilingly Hange took it.

This brought a faint blush on your cheeks as just the thought of Hange keeping the random stuff you bringing daily made you feel somewhat special.

" Sooo, what are you working on today?" you questioned them while looking at the equipment on the table.

"Ohohoho you don't know what I've just made!" they excitedly said dexterously arranging the mess to show you.

While they were enthusiastically explaining to you her recent invention, you couldn't help but stare at their jolliness. The way they made absolutely anything sound captivating just spellbound you. To describe it, it was like a meteor shower falling enlightening the night sky which you could gaze for hours, yeah, that's how Hange was.

"Hihi, that's awesome! I'm so proud of you!" you praised her happily.

"Hehe, I'm glad you appreciated my invention, after all I am your better half," haughtily they said which made you subconsciously smile.

Right at that moment a loud thunder was heard making you jump. Since morning it's been cloudy and you really hoped that it wouldn't rain in the evening as it would pose a problem for you to travel home by bus. The droplets were hitting hard against the window panes indicating it was a heavy shower. Disappointment filled your being.

"Noo, now how would I reach the bus stop on time with this weather," you complained utterly dejected and tensed.

"You know y/n, you can always ask me for a ride in my car right?" Hange said while pouring a clear liquid in a testing tube.

"I know but I don't wanna bother you."

"Oh come-on y/n, how can you ever bother me?" they reassured, "and if you really don't want to sound like a trouble then come over to my appartment. It's win-win situation, you reach home and I would get more time to spend with you."

"W-what, Hange please, ugh okay then I'll come with you," sighing you responded.

Waiting for Hange to finish up whatever they were doing but it wasn't as though you as a finance student would understand it to be able to help her out. Instead you were scrolling on Tiktok when they came up to you without warning making you jerk, "GOSH HANGE! YOU COULD HAVE CALLED FOR ME."

Chuckling, Hange grabbed your hand to make you stand up. Losing your footing, you fell in their arms which they gladly grabbed you. Giving you a brief forehead kiss, they proceeded to drag you to the parking lot. At first you didn't process the action making you scream but when you got the hang of it, you ran alongside with them hand in hand laughing.

Hange unlocked the car and you got into the front passenger seat. Both of you were laughing while still catching your breaths.

"Now off to my house we gooo!" Hange yelled as you were wearing your seatbelt.

Throughout the whole ride both of you conversed about each of your days and the daily news.

"Can you believe that Sasha and Nicollo are finally going out with each other? I always knew that they were a match made in heaven," you rambled as Hange listened to you intently while also focusing on the road.

"I mean I could see it happening seeing their compatibility and the way they complete each other, just like you complete me," Hange added.

Her last words made your face heat up which you hid by looking outside. Luckily for you, you finally reached your destination. It wasn't the first you came over to her appartement so you took her keys and ran inside. Normally her place would be messy like a dumpster because that human barely had time in her hands to take care of their house but for once it was spotless clean.

"Did Levi come over?" you asked them, hand on your hip.

"I-yeah. Yesterday he did. But I swear I'll try to be more responsible from now on!" Hange affirmed.

You took a deep breath and asked, "so what are we eating tonight?"

"I don't know y/n, you choose," they replied kicking their boots off to enter the residence.

"How about we order Pizza?"

"Sure thing love," grabbing her phone to order said food, Hange said.

"How about you go take a bath while I take out plates?" you suggested.

"I mean only if you're willing to join me," they smirked while leaning on the door.

Out of embarrassment you threw a pillow laying on the couch at her, "NO!"

"Sad, I was really hoping for some fun in there," they replied before running into the bathroom as you were about to hit them with another pillow.

While you waited for her to come out so that you in your turn could go freshen up, you arranged everything to be able to eat. Having such nights with Hange is always something you've dreamt of doing but you never had the courage to ask.

A few moments later, Hange came out with hair dripping wet which they were trying to dry with a towel. Damn they looked hot in that condition. Before you could start simp over them, you excused yourself to go bathe.

Feeling the warm water touch your skin evaporated all your stress from you as you relaxed. Coming out of the bathroom wearing Hange's clothes, you went to sit next to them on the couch. You noticed that the pizza had already arrived so you took a piece of it to eat. You two watched this popular series called 'Attack on titan' together until the pizza was finished.

Throwing the pizza cardboard in the bin, you went to see Hange already laying on the bed. Scooting to them, you placed your head on their shoulder as they held you tight with one arm and the other holding their phone. You were watching memes with her laughing when suddenly there was a video of two girls kissing came up which made your heart beat faster. You could tell Hange felt so as well as she swiped quickly to prevent awkwardness.

A little bit of tension remained in both of you yet no one made the first move. It kept growing as you felt their hot breath on your face because you were leaning on them.

Feeling bothered and assuming that Hange wasn't going to initiate it, you snatched their phone from their hand and kept it on the table next to the bed for you to straddle on them.

Shifting yourself to be more comfortable, you leaned down to smack your lips against theirs. Still processing whatever just happened, Hange went with the flow. For this moment at least. Hands on your ass, they squeezed them as you laid your body on theirs.

Lips still crashed against each others and tongues still fighting over control, Hange's minds began to fill with sexual fantasies that they could enact on you in this precise moment.

Pulling back from you, they settled your body on the bed to go search for something in the wardrobe. They came back with a blindfold facing you.

"Do you mind if I take your vision away for a while? I don't want to ruin the surprise of what I'm going to do to you."

Gulping hardly you took the black cloth and blinded yourself.

"Good girl," Hange praised giving you a headpat to continue their rummage.

With no warnings, you were pushed on the bed lightly. At first you didn't understand what was going on but that was before you felt a rope on your wrists which was being wrapped around them individually then pulled upwards signaling it was being tied down to the bed. The same thing was done for both of your legs.

Anticipation mounted in you as you felt hands running from your chest to your stomach.

"I hope that the ropes are not too tight, are they?" they concernedly asked.

You shaked your head to say no still having the blindfold on.

"No? Well, then I think you would love this being in your mouth," they said coming closer to you. You were expecting her to stuff her fingers in but it ended up being something you certainly didn't anticipate at all.

Holding your head up, they made you wear it. Initially it was uncomfortable but you managed to deal with it as it only turned you on more. It was a gag ball.

You laid your head on a pillow desperately craving Hange's touch but of course they were still searching for something.

"Don't worry y/n, I'll come to you as soon as I find that one thing I bought last week I wanted to test out," Hange spoke from the other side of the room.

Trying to keep your growing lust in control, you fidgeted with the device in your mouth.

" Ah-ha! found it, now wait for me y/n, I'll fuck you into oblivion soon," their voice coming out breathless.

Feelings the sides of the bed sink and a presence hoving above you, you became more excited to what Hange was going to do this time.

Their soft lips colliding again against yours as their hands ran down to unbutton your shirt leaving your bare chest naked as you weren't wearing any undergarments. For a few seconds Hange didn't do anything. As you were ripped from your eyesight, you couldn't see that Hange was in fact staring at the prefect roundness of your boobs displayed to them .

Unable to contain themselves, they ran their tongue on one of your breasts while the other was being fondled with their hands. Your breathing was quickening at their doings. Out of nowhere they bit your nipple softly making you bit the gagball stifling a moan.

Going lower on you they pulled down your pants while they kissed you on your bellybutton. Without warning again you felt a pain on your hip and teeth leaving your skin. Biting you again on the other side of your hip, Hange caressed your inner thighs. This time you couldn't contain the moan as it escaped your mouth through the gag ball.

Looking at your entrance, Hange saw that though they didn't yet completely lay hands on you, you were soaking wet. Then they assumed that it was probably from the long amount of time you had to wait for them.

You heard the opening of the cap of a tube. Your mind raced through all the possibilities of what it could be.

But of course it was the least thing you could expect as you felt something touching your cunt.

It was a lukewarm rubbery thing that was being ran through your swollen folds.

"Wanna guess what it is? Y/n," Hange said as you felt the object or whatever it was penetrate you. An 'hmm' came out of you as your back arched graciously making Hange widen their eyes.

"Ahaha, y/n you beautiful creature! You never cease to amaze me the more I explore you,"Hange complimented pushing the thing deeper into you.

" Lemme reward you for blessing me with his gorgeous sight and return you back your vision, "they continued.

Your insides felt empty as Hange had to remove the item to open the blindfold. You must say you had quite of the shocker to see them. Straddling you was a Hange that you didn't recognize.

They were wearing a black lingerie delicately complimented with black thigh highs and on their pelvis area was a strap-on-dildo.

"I wanted to experiment this on you," they gave you a light smirk before positioning themselves in front of your pussy. Taking the small bottle thrown on the bed nearby, Hange opened it. It was lube. Dropping quite some on the dildo, Hange jerked it to spread the lubricant.

Placing their hand on your hips for support, Hange inserted it again.

They couldn't describe how much they ravished to look at you in this state. As they were thrusting their hips in and out, the room became filled with your moans and Hange's name.

"Yes y/n scream my name louder. Make the neighbours hear how good I'm making you feel," Hange panted.

'Hmmm Hange I'm getting close, go faster please, "you begged them.

Taking your wishes into consideration, Hange did not double up the speed but rather trippled it. You were practically shaking on the bed as your screams got louder and louder.

Not late enough, you released yourself on them. The pleasure was so unbearable it almost hurted. Panting on the bed, you looked at the ceiling to regain control of yourself. Then looking back at Hange, only to see that they were already staring at you lovingly.

"Can you untie me now? I need to pee," you coughed.

"Ahaha, no piss on the bed," Hange declared as you were startled by their statement.

"Just kidding lemme help you refresh yourself," Hange joked making you feel relieved.

End.

Thank you for reading this. :)

[dustofthedailylife]

I have to wait a bit, before I sit in front of my computer to reblog your work (I can't put tags on my phone for some reason T~T).

But in the mean time, does Pierro even have taste buds? To drink Fire Water (vodka) just like that... You don't do that. I would make him drink tea instead. 🤔

By the way, an interesting thing, that I as a Snezhnayan (I am Russian) have to tell you. Maybe you can use it later in your chapters!! :D

Russian people really love tea, surprisingly. Every imigrant that I've listened to on YouTube wondered how much people like tea in Russia. I am an exception, but my whole family likes tea a lot and half of our cabinet is filled with different sorts of teas. Drinking tea is more of an excuse to chat, actually. We REALLY love to talk over a cup of tea with some sweets! It's a tradition at this point. Whenever you invite someone to your home, you're also inviting them for a cup of tea so you could chat about anything and everything! Also, whenever we invite someone to our home, we feel the need to cook something or at least have food ready for our guests to eat if they ever get hungry. As soon as the guest is wondering to the kitchen, you need to offer some type food: from cupcakes to leftovers (if you haven’t cooked anything at all for the guest). Cookies are almost a must. Any sweets are fine because you need to eat them with a cup of warm tea.

Part of why we drink vodka too. If you don't drink tea with your friends, then you're drinking vodka in their company. There're two ways of bonding for us, as you can see. 😆

Aaaanyway, the story is cooking very nicely! The circumstances are playing in The Clown's favour for now. But will it be like that for the rest of the chapters? Ohohoho! >:D

Also, did Diluc even notice that the agent wanted to hand The Clown a bag of money. Did he notice??? Is that a spoiler? I really wonder what this encounter means for the story. You wouldn't put it here for no reason, would you? This situation must be brought up in the near future, right? >:0

Or I'm overthinking things.... Or am I????

Also, do you headcanon that Diluc could almost kill the number three Fatui Harbinger? She must be hella strong. How have you came up with this idea?? I want to know your thoughts!

I, personally, think that she might have some psychodelia powers or something. Usually, when asians (as in Japanese, but Mihoyo takes a huge inspiration from Japanese anime, so...) draw a wicked character with a bandage over her/his head, that definately means that this character has some mind tricking powers. She looks weak — boney arms, petite figure. And yet she can strike fear in one of the strongest people. Considering her reaction to Signora's dead, I came to conclusion that she must have some mind manupilation powers or something. She's sick on her head!

Gah! This has become a long message! I'm so sorry! I'm waiting for the next chapters to come! You're doing great! :D

Haha, to answer your first question he probably doesn't have taste buds lol! Interestingly enough, before I started writing the fic I was under the impression that fire water was meant to be vodka (I do still believe it's a reference to it) but in the world of Teyvat it isn't a spirit like vodka is but instead it's... wine. I was quite surprised about it.

That's why I made him drink it just like that as well. Plus in a world quest a Fatui Mage drank Fire water pure as well ("Lost in a Foreign Land" - Chasm world quest), so they seem to do that in Teyvat.

Funnily enough in that world quest she did also mention tea but her milk was spoiled so that's why she drank Fire Water there 😂

It's also funny you mention you offer your guests food because that reminds me of a good friend I had back in school. She was Russian and every time I came over her mum asked me if I'm hungry or often just brought us some pancakes (not directly pancakes, she called them 'Blinis' don't exactly remember anymore though).

It's always interesting to learn about different cultures, so thanks for that 😊

Back to the fic, will the odds be in out favor for much longer? Did he notice the agent slipping money in our pocket? We shall see *rubs hands* 😈

As for Pulcinella who I hc to have been attacked during Diluc's vendetta after his father's death. He is the 5th Harbinger so I think you got him mixed up with Columbina there. Pulcinella, or the Rooster, is the major of Snezhnaya and was the little old man with the long nose in the trailer. I chose him with the thought that he is 1) not too high up the rank and 2) attempting to kill the major is probably what Diluc would to do cause significant damage for the organization imo, plus it would certainly bring in the attention of the rest of the Harbingers. 🤔

Thank you for your long ask!! 😊