#plus “i do not wanna poke the bear”

[charles-rxwlands]

"i dont wanna go back in the closet" billy the comedian that you are

[widowsistersandfriends]

Don't Poke the Bear

Request: Oooh could you do Agatha, Rio and the reader having a tickle war? ☺️ The show is so good so far

Summary: The reader and teen accidentally overhear Agatha and Rio having a spicy-ish conversation, and reader pays the price for spying on them.

Note: Thank you so much for this request! I truly enjoyed writing for them and I hope you like it!!

Word Count: 1908

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You were a new witch who had recently joined the Coven with Agatha, Rio, Jen, Alice, and Lilia. Plus the teen, of course. Along the road, you all had to take breaks after the hardships of each trial. To your luck, there was a house along the way that was meant for resting. The seven of you cautiously entered the house, suspicious of the possibility of a hidden trial.

However, once you guys entered, there were no signs of a trial. Normal furniture was around the house, but everyone agreed to not drink or eat anything inside the house.

You all wandered off in small groups, exploring the house. You and the teen were walking around together, both the two most curious out of the group. 

“Isn’t it amazing how all these houses and buildings are created on the road?” The teen asked you.

“It is quite impressive. Whoever made this road must be the craftiest of them all!” You exclaimed. 

You both stared in awe at the large windows that overpowered the living room, letting in the optimal amount of light to make the home look more modern.

“Can you believe how many rooms are in this house?” You asked the teen, as you two pushed open the door to what you believed was the master bedroom. 

The teen was about to respond, but you quickly covered his mouth as you both quickly moved out of view. 

“Just like old times, right?” Rio said to Agatha.

“No, Rio.” Agatha said flatly.

“I’m here to get my powers back. I’m not here to play your silly little games,” Agatha said sternly. 

“But last time I heard, you loved my silly little games,” Rio said with a small giggle. 

You heard Agatha sigh loudly, as the two of you tried to peek through the small crack to get a better view of what was going on. 

“Come here,” Rio said enticingly.

“Shut up, Rio,” Agatha said, pacing around now to pretend as if she was planning the coven’s next move.

“Agatha.” Rio said threateningly.

You and the teen both covered up your mouths to prevent the giggles from escaping your lips, as it was uncommon to see Agatha being bossed around.

You both watched, as Rio suddenly pulled Agatha down to the bed with her, making you both gasp in excitement. Unfortunately, your gasps were a little too loud, and they had both heard and quickly sat up, bolting over to the door. The teen took off running to anywhere in the house but there. However, you were too shocked at what had just happened, so your legs froze and you ended up not running or hiding anywhere. 

The door quickly swung open, and you were met with two pairs of eyes staring you down intensely. 

“Y/N! What are you doing outside this room?” Agatha demanded.

“Oh me? I was just uh, looking for the rest of the gang, heheh,” you said nervously. 

“You’re a terrible liar,” Rio said bluntly, as Agatha dragged you into the room and shut the door. 

They sat you on the bed before speaking.

“Tell us what you heard and saw,” Agatha said.

“Oh, what I didn’t hear anything or see anything. I was just passing by,” you lied.

“Strike one,” Rio said flatly. 

“Hey! I was telling the truth!” You insisted.

“Yeah, that’s why you gasped and someone else took off running,” Agatha said, with an unamused eye roll.

“Okay fine, maybe I heard you two flirting and maybe also saw you guys about to make out,” you said defensively with a shrug. 

Agatha narrowed her eyes at you.

“Is that what you think you saw?” She asked.

“No, that’s what I know I saw,” you said cheekily. 

They both rolled their eyes.

“Hey look at that, you guys are so in sync,” you teased again.

“You wanna keep poking the bear?” Agatha asked.

You thought for a moment before shrugging, earning another sigh.

“Look Y/N, what happens between me and Agatha is between me and Agatha,” Rio stated clearly. 

You looked between the two of them, before speaking.

“Well yeah, clearly it’s between you two,” you said with a giggle, implying that you meant physically. 

“Also it’s Agatha and me not me and Agatha,” you corrected Rio. 

“Oh that’s it. You’ve gone way past three strikes,” Rio said, as your eyes widened in fear. 

“Wait what happens after three strikes?” You asked, starting to back away from the two of them.

“You feel our wrath,” Agatha said, as they both bombarded you with a tickle attack.

“NO WAIHAHAIT STAHAHAP,” you pleaded, trying to swat their hands away.

No matter how hard you tried, there was no way to defend yourself against four hands. 

“This is what you get for poking the bear!” Agatha exclaimed, digging her thumbs into your ribs, making you howl with laughter. 

Rio was busy holding your legs down so you wouldn’t kick her in the face. She now decided to sit on your legs and begin tickling your feet, causing you to scream with laughter.

“ALRIHIHIGHT STAHAHAP PLEHEHEASE IM SOHORRY,” you yelped.

“Stop? We’re just getting started,” Rio said with a smirk, gently scratching her nails along the soles of your feet. 

The two of them eventually gave you a break, but they weren’t done yet. 

“We gotta make sure we find out all your spots so we have them handy,” Agatha insisted. 

“What do you mean? You asked.

“It means, some spots are better suited for some situations. If you’re being cheeky, that calls for a pinch to the side. If you’re sad or need cheering up we better go for the feet to really get you laughing. And if you are being an extreme brat then we go for your death spot. Which we’re gonna find out soon,” Rio said, smiling at you evilly. 

“Alright Green Witch,” you said, as Rio gave your knee a squeeze, causing you to yelp and jump out of your skin.

“See? Need a spot for everything,” Rio said, as Agatha nodded in agreement.

“On the same page again, I see,” you teased the two of them.

Without another word, Rio moved to bring your arms up above your head, as Agatha sat on your waist.

“NO! I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE GONNA DO!” You shouted, quickly trying to squirm away. 

“And what is that?” Agatha asked.

“Tickle my armpits!” You cried.

“Well dear since you asked so nicely I guess I will,” Agatha said, giving an evil laugh as you fell into her trap. With that her nails started to scratch away at your exposed armpits.

“AGATHA! STAHAHAP!”

“You better not expose Rio and me to the others,” Agatha warned.

“THEY ALREHEHEADY KNOHOW,” you shouted, wanting to get your armpits away from those evil fingers. 

This only made her tickle you harder, bringing in a fresh new wave of laughter. 

“OHOKAY STAHAHAP IHIM SOHORRY IHIHIHI WOHONT TELL PLEHEHEASE,” you pleaded, growing redder by the minute.

“Hmm, okay I’ll believe you for now,” Agatha said, as Rio released your arms. 

You lay there catching your breath when Rio suddenly spoke up.

“What about you Agatha?” 

“What about me,” Agatha spat back.

“Are you ticklish? Might be a good way to get you to submit,” Rio said while grinning. 

You were genuinely curious about this too, but were worried that saying anything else would get you pinned and wrecked again. 

“No, that’s for wimps,” Agatha scoffed. 

“Exactly,” Rio said, now tackling Agatha and tickling her sides.

To your surprise, she burst out into laughter almost immediately, a side of her you hardly ever saw. Usually she was only laughing at people. 

“Oh what’s this? The big bad witch is ticklish?” Rio asked while grinning. 

“NOHOHO SHUHUT UP!” Agatha cackled, as Rio then dug into her hips.

You watched from the side in amusement, tempted to jump in and tickle her. However, your thoughts then turned into questioning whether Rio was ticklish. Although the two witches were both usually stoic and composed, Rio was just a bit harder to crack. 

You were looking for an opening while Agatha was still a laughing mess, cursing out Rio with every word you could think of.

“YOU AHAHASSHOLE,” Agatha shouted, trying to throw punches at Rio.

“Yeah, but I’m your asshole,” Rio teased, dancing her fingers over Agatha’s stomach and ribs.

You saw that Rio’s foot was left completely unguarded, as she was currently on her knees with her feet behind her. Part of you wanted to test, but the worst case scenario was that she wasn’t ticklish and would flip the tables back onto you. 

You decided to reach out and drag a nail down her foot, which to your delight, caused her to jerk her foot away, giving Agatha the chance to escape. 

“Well, looks like you’re useful for something,” Agatha said, as she got up hastily. 

“Not my fault you were too busy getting tickled,” you said, quickly blocking her attack to tickle your side. 

“Rio, you’re the only one who hasn’t been tickled,” you stated.

“And it’s gonna stay that way,” Rio said flatly. 

“You know, you’re real tough and confident, but I’d just love to see you giggle,” you teased. You gave Agatha a look to help you, as you knew she was the secret weapon.

“I wanna see you giggle too…honey,” Agatha added, making Rio blush against her will.

“You know, I’d love to but unfortunately I’m not ticklish,” Rio said.

You eyed her carefully before pouncing on her, while Agatha helped pin her. 

“Get off of me!” Rio demanded.

“Not a chance,” you said, now kneading her thighs, causing her face to scrunch up. She was fighting for her life to not laugh, but you knew you would break her soon.

Agatha smirked, and began tickling Rio’s neck, making her burst into rare high-pitched giggles. 

“Don’t think I forgot your secret spot,” Agatha whispered in her ear, making her giggle even more and swat at her.

“Ihihim gonna kihihill bohoth of youhou!” Rio exclaimed through her laughter. 

“Really?” You asked, now blowing a raspberry on her stomach and poking in between her ribs, making her laugh hysterically now.

“Y/N STAHAHAHAP IHIHI MEHEHEAN IHIHIT!” Rio shouted.

“Wow, you’re really not that scary when you’re a ticklish mess,” Agatha commented, making Rio kick out in frustration. 

You eventually got scared of Rio’s threats and decided to let her up.

“So now you guys can’t use this against me. Because I’ve got two things against you. Your little secret love and the fact that you’re both hilariously ticklish,” you teased.

“Oh don’t even, Y/N. You’re way more ticklish than both of us,” Rio said, threatening to tickle you again to prove her point.

You yelped and quickly hid behind a pillow.

“Who else was with you when you were spying?” Agatha asked.

You thought for a moment. You were slightly mad that the teen ditched you and made you take the punishment alone. But you were partly glad since it led to these new discoveries. 

“Don’t lie Y/N, we can definitely tell,” Rio said. 

She began to softly spider tickle your stomach, making you squeal and quickly admit that the teen was also with you.

“Interesting,” Agatha said thoughtfully. 

“Oh well, time to count your ribs then,” Rio said, out of the blue.

“W-wait w-what why?” You asked, as the three way tickle fight started all over again. 

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[sh4wty18]

tiktok pt. 1

read pt. 2 here

pairing: jake webber x reader

summary: you decide to hard-launch your relationship with jake on tiktok, and get distracted along the way.

cw: fluff, language, hickeys, suggestive ending

word count: 1.7k + edited

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You enter the kitchen of your boyfriend Jake's house to find him preparing a sandwich at the counter. You walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, kissing his shoulder. Even though you’re shorter than him, (the top of your head only reaches his neck), physical touch is one of both of your love languages, and you both love this type of affection. “Babe, do you wanna post a tiktok together?” you ask him.

He swings around to face you and grips your waist with both hands, “Ummmm yes?? Is that even a question??? Of course I wanna make sure all of my hot girlfriend’s followers know she’s taken” he replies, a smile beaming across his pretty face. “But… weren’t you nervous about getting hate?” he asks, looking more concerned than excited now.

“I mean yeah, but it’s been over 4 months since we’ve started dating, and we’ve been completely private. I think I’m ready to let the world know I'm dating one of America’s Favorite Ladies.” you smirk and raise an eyebrow towards him, which elicits a grin. You really are ready to post together, even though you’re nervous. But you figure it’s only going to be more overwhelming the longer you wait. Jake and Tara have been broken up for almost a full year, and Tara even gave you her blessing to start dating him. Plus, you knew Jake had been wanting to post a tiktok with you for a while now, but wasn’t saying anything out of respect for you. 

Jake couldn’t hide his excitement now, but he still asked through his wide smile, “Are you a hundred percent sure? I only wanna do it if you know you’re ready.”

“Yes, Jake. I promise I want to” you hold your pinky up to him and he links his with yours. You’ve made a habit of using pinky promises as a form of asserting comfortability in your relationship. You and Jake can both get really anxious about hurting each other’s feelings or pushing a boundary by accident, so you decided that when verbal communication isn’t enough, a pinky promise will be another way of letting each other know you’re okay.

He is smiling from ear to ear, and you feel your face flush. You could look at that smile forever, and knowing that you are capable of making someone so happy makes you feel an incredible sense of joy. “Yay!!! I’m so excited, oh my God!! What do you wanna do, baby?!” Jake asks you, lightly bobbing up and down with excitement. You reach out and take hold of one of his hands, leading him to the living room where you plop down on the couch, with him sitting next next to you.

“Okay… so I’ve kind of had this idea for a while, but it’s really cringey, I’m not gonna lie” you say, leaning your head on Jake’s shoulder.

He leans his head on top of yours, “Y/N” he starts in his Mama Bear voice, “I don’t give a rat’s ass how cringey it is, alright?! We’re doin’ it!” 

You giggle, “Okay Mama Bear. I was thinking we could use the song “Apocalypse” by Cigarettes After Sex, and during the part where he says, ‘your lips, my lips, apocalypse’ we could alternate saying the lines or something. I know it’s dumb–”

“NO! Stop saying it’s dumb, it’s not dumb. If it makes you happy, then it’s worth it. And everyone’s gonna be jealous when they see it cuz of how hot we are. They’ll have no choice but to want at least one of us!” Jake replies, gripping your shoulders to emphasize his point.

You blush and laugh, Jake always knows what to say to make you feel accepted. “Thanks, Jake” you say shyly, and he leans in to kiss you warmly on the cheek. 

“Anything for my favorite lady,” he says. You definitely feel your face flush as you wrap your hand around his neck and run your fingers through his hair, maintaining eye contact with him. “Haha, I made you bluuushhh” he teases, poking you in the side. 

“Shut up!” You reply, grabbing the nearest pillow and whacking him over the head with it.

“Owwwww… Y/N that hurtttt” he whines in his baby voice, pouting at you with fake sadness.

“Awwww, do you need me to kiss it better?” You ask, teasingly. 

He nods happily, “Yes, yes I do, thank you.” 

You pull his neck towards you and kiss his forehead gently where you had hit him with the pillow. He pulls your face towards his mouth and your lips meet. He grabs your waist and pulls you onto his lap, anchoring your body around his hips. Your hands play with his hair as he leans into the kiss, gripping your back with his hands, practically gluing your bodies together. He frees himself from your mouth to start peppering kisses down your jaw and lingering on your neck. He knows where to suck to make your breath catch, even though you try to hide it. You’ve always been a fan of hickeys, and Jake is fucking good at it. You tilt your face a little more towards his ear and let out a small moan, which only causes him to suck harder, finishing in one section and moving to another, leaving bruises scattered around your neck in all the spots he knows you love. He’s about to continue down to your tits when you pull away from him, “Babe, stop distracting me with make out sessions! We’re supposed to be filming a tiktok!!” You know you’ll both be naked soon if you don’t stop him now, but you really wanted to rip off the bandaid and post the tiktok. Sex can wait– and it was definitely worth it. 

Jake stares up at you, lips swollen and breaths quick, “Grrr you’re no fun,” he jokes in his baby voice again. His fake-pout quickly turns into a smile, “I’m just kiddin’, let’s get filming! But I would put some make-up on there before we start if I were you,” he nods toward your neck. 

You climb off his lap and walk to the bathroom, turning the light on to look into the vanity mirror. “JAKE!” you scream, “What the fuck!! How did you leave this many that quick?!” Your neck has at least six purple bruises scattered across it, ranging in size. 

He bursts out laughing and runs into the bathroom behind you to admire his work, “Damn, I’m just the hickey queen I guess” he says, and places a hand on your lower back. He hops up to sit on the vanity as you begin blending concealer into your neck. He watches you and smiles, “You’re so pretty.” 

“Shut up, you can’t win me over with flattery now!” you try to maintain a stern face but you can’t hide the grin forming on your lips as you make eye contact with your boyfriend. “It was pretty good though.” 

“Oh, I think it was more than just “pretty” good, considering I had you moaning in my ear.” He leans towards you, maintaining eye contact, knowing that you’ll fold if he stares at you long enough. You were never able to keep eye contact with him for too long, it just makes you flustered. 

“Fine it was REALLY good,” you say, smirking, and add a peck on the lips for good measure. 

“That’s what I thought,” Jake replies sassily, hand on hip. 

After you finish applying the concealer (you eventually had to give up because no amount of concealer could fully cover the bruises on your neck), you both return to the kitchen to film the tiktok. Jake leans against the island counter, and you lean against him with your arms around his waist, so that your torsos are pressed together. He angles the phone above both of you since he’s significantly taller, and presses record. The song starts playing, and you’re gazing at each other. You lipsync the first part of the line “your lips, my lips”, and Jake follows up with “apocalypse”. When the line ends you both lean in to break the tension, softly pressing your lips together. After the sound ends, you both rewatch the video to double check that it looks okay. 

“I think I can see one of my pieces of artwork a little, but I doubt anyone else will notice unless they’re LOOKING for hickeys,” Jake says, “But still… you sure you wanna post it?” he double checks.

“Honestly, I don’t give a fuck anymore, I just want the world to know that you’re mine.” you reply, gazing up at him.

“Holy fuck, you’re so hot when you take control.” he says, looking flushed, “Hurry up and post it so I can finish what I started.”

You feel your heart rate increase at the thought of Jake continuing to mark your body, so you quickly type out the caption “hard launch <3”, tag Jake in the video, and post it, putting your phone on Do Not Disturb and leaving it on the counter. Whatever happens, you know Jake will always be there to support you, but that doesn’t mean you’re not nervous as shit to post a video of you guys kissing on the internet. 

He senses your nervousness and intertwines both his hands with yours. “Hey, don’t think about it. They’re gonna say whatever they want but we’re the only two whose opinions actually matter. And what I know is that I love being with you. You’re beautiful and smart and kind and funny and being around you makes me happier than I’ve been in… a long time. So fuck them… and fuck me?” He winks at the end, perfectly ruining a pure moment in classic Jake fashion. But you can’t complain, you know he meant every word of what he said, and you love his sense of humor, no matter how silly it is. 

“You’re such a child!” you giggle, “But thanks, and I could say the exact same to you. You’re a star, Jake. And you make my life brighter in every way. I love being with you.” You hold the sides of his face in your hands and pull him into a not-so-gentle kiss, which he returns hungrily, moving his hands up your back under your shirt, to feel your bare skin. He pulls away for a second to let out a breathy groan against your mouth, “Let’s go upstairs.”

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this could be a standalone, but let me know if you want to see pt. 2! it's also already posted on my ao3 :)

[hotwritergf]

Lil’Rockstar / Eddie Munson / blurb / Fluff

“You got everything you need here right? Gotcha bottle, ya’ snacks and your bear? Right awesome. Daddy set your pajamas just over there, I know you like my Metallica shirt so figured you could wear it as a night dress y’know?” Eddie smiles softly, pointing in the direction of sofa. His fingers covered in his usual rings, you take his hand. Fiddling with your favourite ring on his pointer finger, the skull one. Giggling as you twist it around his skin. “You like that huh? It’s like babies with keys, just it’s my baby with my fingers.” He chuckles as he wiggles his fingers, booping your nose and pretending to flick your forehead. You giggle, covering your face with your hands to protect yourself. “Daddy!” You push him back first onto the bed, straddling Eddie’s waist. Settling into your new seat on his jeans-clad crotch nicely.

Eddie leans up towards you, wrapping his arms around you. Your face smushes into his chest and you inhale the faint scent of his cologne and whatever he’d been smoking before he came over to baby-sit you. He squeezes you tighter, “Little girl if you wanted a hug you should have just said so.” He laughs, continuing to hold you tighter, falling down onto the bed and rolling around with you in his arms, the pair of you in a fit of giggles. You try to push away and wriggle out of his grip but he’s got a hold of you. “Ohhhh you think you can escape me huh? You really think you’re that tough? You’re just a little girl! Just a small little creature.” You laugh and pretend to bite at him, showing him your teeth. “A creature that is very bitey by the looks of it.” Eddie laughs, pushing you back by your forehead onto the bed as you smirk and try to bite up at his wrist.

“Such a vicious monster!” He says dramatically with his hand over his brow as if he’s playing a part in a Shakespearean play where he’s a damsel in distress. “How-ever can I defeat such a beast?” He chuckles to himself, manhandling you once more as if you were a piece of clay for him to manipulate any which way. Jumping off the bed and reaching for the Metallica shirt he set aside for you, he places it over your head to blind you.

“Little girl can’t even get dressed properly without her daddy huh? Silly girl has left herself all vulnerable to the tickle monster!!” He laughs, setting himself beside you and poking your stomach whilst your vision is covered. “It tickles daddy!” You squeal and pull the shirt down and quickly as you can whilst simultaneously protecting your sensitive areas. “Oh it does? I wouldn’t expect that! You’re telling me this tickles? This? What I doing right here? Naaaahhh you’re crazy!” Eddie chuckles to himself as he picks up the speed in which he’s moving, using all five fingers on both hands to rapidly tickle your sides as he babies you. He only stops tickling you when he sees you gasp for air, sure he’s a tease and a self confessed “tickle monster” but he’s not evil.

He pulls you closer to him as you rest your head on his chest, still catching your breath from the play fight. Eddie ruffles your hair and rubs your back with his spare hand. Yawning and closing your eyes, you nuzzle into him. The feeling of his soft shirt against your nose only brings you closer to falling asleep.

“Hey hey hey!” He shakes your shoulders as he wakes you. “Princess I forgot, I got this.” He holds up a pacifier, it’s black and decorated with red beads that spell out ‘lil’rockstar’ along the handle, in the middle is a sticker of a bat. The bat seems to be wearing a similar pacifier himself. “I bought this a few weeks back, you don’t have to use it if you don’t wanna. I just- I was researching this whole little space thing you got going on. A lot of the littles, they have these. Plus- I figured it could stop you chewing on your nails and the skin around them.” Eddie picks up your hand, inspecting your fingers. “Whatcha say? Wanna give it a try?” Your face immediately flushes, you’d never really given pacifiers a seconds thought, but the effort he went to and the whole thing with your fingernails, maybe he was right.

You nod shyly, accepting his little gift. Placing it in your mouth, you smile and your lips morph to the shape of the pacifier. Eddie smiles back at you, only brighter. Moving the hair from your face and stroking your cheek.

“Look at you. My Lil’Rockstar.”

[pedge-page]

I can literally imagine preggo wife randomly going vegan after watching a bbc documentary on animals and automatically contradicting it after seeing Joel eat the fattest steak known to mankind.

She'd be soooooo dignified too. Like peeling her soy beans and boasting how full and satisfied she is. Plus she's saving helpless baby animals who remind her of the baby she's carrying. It all makes sense. Mothers care for life.

And Joel's telling her how ridiculous she's being, that she needs protein and natural things found in meat for her AND the baby, that she's not going to get enough nutrients from peeling beans all day.

And Joel just knows, if he directly tells you otherwise, you'll be more stubborn and go even harder on your vegan trip. So he takes a better approach and let's you do you.

And cooks the most fabulous, juiciest, thickest steak, the most expensive cut from the deli too, and only makes one for himself. And you're sitting across from him at the table, staring at him lightly salt it while you poke at your nuts and berries. Feeling so exhausted and hungry and yet crazed like a lioness ready to attack a child just to get food. (Its been 27 hours since you watched the documentary).

Joel cuts a cubed piece and puts it in his mouth, moaning loudly and chewing slowly. Making a big show of how delicious it is, savoring the flavor without saying a word to you.

He glances at you gripping your fork so hard it's bending. And he decides to get up and get a glass of water.

He turns for maybe 0.4 seconds and hears a loud thunk of a chair hitting the ground and shuffling feet before looking back to his place setting and seeing you tear into his steak with your bear hands, k9s sawing away and your jaw working extra hard to rip big chunks of it in your mouth.

And then he's running over to you and cutting it up quickly into small bite sized pieces, lecturing to you about a fork so you don't accidentally choke. Doesn't even get upset you've swallowed his $35 dinner whole without asking.

Joel just knows what you need, and how to convince you properly whenever you wanna be stubborn about it.

[archerdepartures116]

Permission to use/add your idea of zhongliu for my fic that's already being made...? It's just...after seeing the zhongliu ship that you made, I just want to share my comfort ship with you: venqiu/venjiu! (So uh, sorry if this ends up more like me oversharing stuff–I know this is long, and it sounds more like a brainrot or whatever, but it just HAS to be shared, so please bear with me–)

I haven't gotten around with drawing them yet, but I think Venti and Shen Qingqiu/Shen Jiu would look cute together. (I do have a fic written already! It's most likely going to end up a oneshot, unless I find more motivation to make several more chapters.) Venti is used to interacting with people, and he's great at picking up on things, and comforting them! Like that one time he met the adventurer "Stanley". He's also great at music, which he could use to ease Shen Qingqiu, and they might even do an instrumental duo now and then. I also think that Shen Qingqiu would be at ease around him, because –

1.) Venti just gives off a feeling of being harmless

2.) While Venti's usually broke, and at times pathetic, he's not the Shang Qinghua type of "pathetic, suspicious, and a snivelling coward"

3.) Venti would not push for information if Shen Qingqiu doesn't want to share it, and shares his thoughts and feelings freely. (Unless it has something to do with Celestia and all those things.

4.) Venti will not be bothered by Shen Qingqiu’s attitude, would humour him but not treat him like a child. Would be understanding, and try to guide him to be better, while telling him to live however he wants, since he's now free.

5.) And if the chains of Shen Qingqiu’s past comes for him, Venti would willingly break said chains and free him, because people like Shen Qingqiu are not meant to be caged or tied down. (In reference to Venti freeing Vanessa from her chains, and freeing Mondstadt from the tyranny of the nobles.)

6.)Sure, Venti can be...a whirlwind of chaos and all, but he's really understanding, and won't poke Shen Qingqiu for information about things that he's not comfortable with telling the other. (Plus he most likely already knows about Shen Qingqiu’s past and all that, due to being well...god of wind and all. It would be a little funny if the Bai Zhan War God's lover,aka Zhongli, meets Venti and he finds out that the midget whom Zhongli finds annoying is Shen Qingqiu’s lover.)

[There's more, but this is it for now dhdhshs although...if uh, if it isn't too much, and you wanna try your hand at drawing them, I'd be honoured.]

Yeah ofc!

I can see the vision, I think the mix of cultures would be cool also and compared to the rest of the cast of characters, I think Venti is the best way for so to heal from his angst lol (everyone in svsss just isn’t that breath of fresh air for him methinks)

The harp and guzheng… what would that sound like haha

[seahagart]

What are Drifa's first opinions of the companions before she gets to know them?

Lae'zel: First companion she would meet, immediately understands she's very brave and 'knows what she's doing', respects. As time goes on, I think Drífa's indifference towards her comments/insults would wane, she would ignore it/not understand what she's saying, or would just think she's making a comment like 'you have an ugly large nose' and drifa is like 'you have no nose, see drífa have eyes', then would probably get tired of it, poking the bear, but remain stoic which i think would bother lae'zel more than getting a reaction lolol. Lae'zel hates Drífa... or does she.... :)

Shadowheart: Second companion, small elf girl, anytime shadowheart is like 'i don't wanna talk about it' drífa's like 'aight' and leaves, which is why shadowheart likes her now. Drífa is concerned, a small elf all alone. Feels shes quite small and fragile to be into the things shes talking about, but whatever. literally has no idea who shar is so is like 'cool goddess, i respect your faith' because drifa also follows a rather fierce goddess. Drifa prefers to listen over talking, so they get along well. shadowheart is desperately trying to smash rn

Gale: Pulled this weirdo out of a rock, a malnourished human, appears sickly. Drífa is confused by most of what he says, but he is rather poetic so she enjoys the 'nonsense' he talks about. Now she has 3 main landers to take care of. Gale talks way too much, but it is entertaining to her. She does not like that he believes he could compete with a goddess.... the gods are gods for a reason, to think you could understand their meaning, or be equal to one is conceited to her. She understands it's because of 'love', but she is weary. Gale is trying to smash now in my play through.

Astarion: weird little malnourished elf man. He also talks to much. Drífa has two talkative dramatic tiny boys and two ladies that hate each other so she's kinda remembering why she lived in isolation for 35 years. Astarion she probably views like a cat, like seeks attention when he wants it, eats what he wants, believes he's the best one here. She is not afraid of him being a vampire because she simply would never let an elf fell her, that would be a true dishonor. he's mildly offended. She doesn't tolerate his dislike of children, but typically doesn't really care what he does.

Wyll: Another little guy with sad eyes. Another human. Drifa likes him, he's polite, seems to know what he's doing, seems 'the most normal' plus has seen his share of battle (like lae'zel) so she's glad to have him along. Obviously when things go down she's like 'wow... yet another guy with baggage with a blue lady...' side eying gale. She likes his stories, listens intently to his deeds of good and protecting the sword coast, overall likes him but is still like 'here is another small human- oops small devil for my collection'

Karlach: Finally someone who looks like they're a warrior. Likes her, feels like she doesn't need to protect/take care of, which is good so she can focus her energies on the softies of the party. Drífa would like Karlach, she's a bit blunt and a bit more energetic than Drífa is used to, but probably likes that. Karlach's dancing, lust for life, and fire would be highly approved. I think Drífa wouldn't really get why she's sad about not being touched

Halsin: another gd ELF, but this ones big and can turn into a bear so thats ok. I think they'd have a lot in common but Drífa views him more as a tree hugger. She appreciates nature, so i think they could get along well.... though she finds him confusing... she doesn't feel like she needs to worry about him, and he's pretty forward and upfront so it works out well.

There are all first impressions. Drífa was raised to take care of herself and herself only, keep to her own, and that strength = power, because her lifestyle is very physically demanding. Being big and strong is important, being fat and strong is more important to survive frozen winters etc. She is a loner suddenly surrounded by people for the first time in her life, and is doing her best to keep them alive because obviously they need her help and this is a mission given to her by her goddess, why else would she have sent the ship to take her, to bring her to these people...

[amaru-love-writings]

Lnds as the MC

So, you know how Dawnbreaker sees us in a similar way as we, the player, see them? Yeah...

Xavier

◦ He spends 8+ hours with you

◦ Has the cutest outfits, all in bright colors “because they make your eyes twinkle” he delulu ok

◦ His favorites are the secret times, he replays the one you were roleplaying queen and king non-stop

◦ Has max affinity, but still calls u girlfriend instead of wife

◦ Eats with u ◦ His photos are always 2-stars no matter what he does; but he still gets the accessories; and rushes to the interaction menu to change u into a fluffy piece of bunny ears; he is smitten

◦ Has merch of u. Tons ◦ Sometimes offers u food without thinking, “girlfriend, do u want some?” Is extremely embarassed afterwards

◦ His fave interaction is the one u make bunny ears and ‘hop’ laughing

Sylus

◦ Has all the bougie accessories and outfits

◦ Decoration is on point ◦ Never wins on kitty café

◦ But always plays the claw ◦ Loves the action audios, like the one you were a Martial Arts instructor; it helps him get in the mood for his own boxing training, plus your commanding voice kinda turns him on

◦ Has your 5-stars awakened

◦ Calls you kitten

◦ Has set Sy as pet name, but somehow ur character has put ur own twist to it

◦ Kieran and Luke know, despite never having confessed (they don’t wanna embarass their boss)

◦ They secretly love u too, but in a mischivious way

◦ Logs in right after a stressful deal, and is greeted by u with ‘welcome home, Sy bear!’ And he melts every time.

◦ Ur times are very synchronized… “are u a vampire, kitten?” To his surprise u giggle “I guess u could say so” the response was automatic, but the timing was sooo incredible his heart skipped a beat. O god, what if u were listening!?

◦ His fave interaction is the one u nod ur head smiling smugly and give him a ‘thumbs up’

Rafayel

◦ This b*tch has so much fanart of you it is borderline obsessive, he keeps them all throughout his house too; even has a couple of pictures in his wallet

◦ Loves the colorful clothing on you two

◦ The best at photoshoots, also the lewdest

◦ Does not have your cards maxed out, but has all of them so far

◦ Thomas has to hear him yap about u every day, “yeah, yeah, when’s the next painting coming-“ “have I told u about the next event, her lore from the Sea myth is going to expand and…” omg he goes on for hours.. poor Thomas

◦ Tried to slap ur ass once and u gave him a stinky look. He will try again though

◦ Loves when u get mad at him for poking u too many times

◦ Is super attracted to ur voice

◦ Has paintings of u scattered around

◦ His fave interaction is when u ‘draw him in the air’ giggling

Zayne

◦ Never lets you get hit, not even a scratch; you barely fight around this mf

◦ Has all you tender moments and loves to hear them before work, or on his way to work (which happens more often)

◦ Has very modest clothing for u; except one piece of red skimpy skirt and fluffy blouse he swears he bought on accident

◦ His pet name is ‘honey’, he would use ‘wife’, but is not maxed out yet, he is very by the book

◦ His fave card is the one where you two go to a version of Willy Wonka adventure, but a Kitty version

◦ Has all ur lines and fave food by heart

◦ wished u could eat his cooking

◦ Nobody knows abt u, except Dr Noah, because Zayne overselpt with his phone screen on and… well, now he knows abt someone who was asking Zayne to tell them a bedtime story, because his voice is “relaxing”

◦ His fave interaction is when u give him ‘head pats’ with a sweet smile on ur face

All of them

◦ Heartbroken because ur lore is so f*cking lonely. It makes them want to be there for u

◦ Never look at the other love interests

◦ Spend ungodly amounts of time and money into ur character and merch; especially Sylus and Xavier

◦ Say good morning and good night to u every day

◦ Smile like fools when u say something cute, or praise them especially Zayne and Rafayel

◦ Have had dirty thoughts abt u when u get breathy and languid

◦ Have read ur lore tidbits and call correctly quote shit from an elusive info bit

◦ Spend so much time in Quality time u literally have to feign fainting

(This was rotting on my drafts forever. So here it is. Sorry for the weird format) A.N.: This is a headcanon for Love and Deepspace. All the rights are reserved to Infold. This is only meant for entertainment and appreciation for the world of Lnds. Please, do not repost, copy or translate. Feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Enjoy.

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

Billy tries to be as quiet and inconspicuous as possible when he enters the living room, easing down into a seat on the sofa with a plate packed full of finger food in his hands.

He's been steadily picking at the spread in the kitchen all afternoon — he isn't even really hungry anymore, but it's at least something to keep him occupied. He tries not to think about how he's eating out of boredom as he pops a mini quiche in his mouth.

As if having a sixth sense, Eddie turns around in his seat on the floor. Spreads a smile and crawls toward the sofa, leaning his elbows in Billy’s lap as he gazes up at him like he’s some ethereal being.

“Hey, blondie,” he lilts. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

Billy snorts.

“Aren’t you supposed to be playing your game?”

“We’re having an intermission,” Eddie huffs. Leans further into Billy’s lap and wraps his arms around his waist. “Besides, I miss you.”

“Miss me? Munson, we sleep in the same bed every night.”

“And?”

“And you’re a fuckin’ dork,” Billy chuckles.

Eddie pouts. Hides his face in the front of Billy’s hoodie, and the blond has to fight every urge he has to suck his stomach in, lest Eddie pout even harder.

It’s taken some getting used to, the changes in his body. Especially after he quit smoking.

Had he known he would develop a permanent case of the munchies, he might’ve just stayed his course. Maybe he’d still have abs.

Maybe he’d still feel sexy.

Regardless, here Eddie is, smushing his face into his stomach like he’s a pillow. Billy takes a bite out of a chocolate-covered strawberry and sets his plate on the brunet’s back. Eddie doesn’t seem to notice.

“Yeah, well, you’re gorgeous,” Eddie says like it’s an insult. “And smart, and sweet, and funny, and—“

“Jesus, I get it, you like me. You can stop now.”

Eddie shakes his head. Presses a kiss to Billy’s stomach, which has the blond’s face blossoming red, and rubs up and down at his sides.

“I adore you. Wanna snuggle with you all day everyday and never do anything else.”

“Not even play D&D?”

“Nope.”

From behind him, Grant and Jeff both scoff, and Billy spreads a smile. Cards his hand through Eddie’s hair.

“I don’t think the guys like that idea.”

“Tough shit. How am I expected to function when you come in here looking all pretty ‘n stuff?”

Billy chuckles. Eddie grins at the sound.

“I’m wearing pajamas,” Billy points out. “And my hair’s not even done.”

“I know,” Eddie sighs dreamily.

“Mm, well, if you’re cuddling me all the time, when does my other boyfriend get a chance? Doesn’t sound very fair to me.”

“I don’t see this other boyfriend that you speak of. Plus, I’m calling dibs for the rest of time, so he’s outta luck.”

“You’re telling me you’re never gonna cuddle with Stevie again? Just me, forever?”

Eddie ponders the question for a long moment, and Billy chuckles again.

“Damn,” he muses. “You really do like me that much, huh?”

“I do,” Eddie admits. “I would miss being Stevie’s little spoon, though.”

Gareth snorts, clapping his hand on the coffee table.

“Wait, you’re the little spoon? Big bad Munson is Steve Harrington’s little spoon,” he cackles. “That’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever heard.”

Billy grabs his plate again just in time for Eddie to sit up and swivel around enough to cast a glare at his friend. It makes Gareth laugh even harder.

“Dude, you’ve literally heard me call him my princess and shit before, but you’re choosing to make fun of me over this?”

“I always thought that was you poking fun at his masculinity or something.”

Eddie shakes his head and clicks his tongue.

“Stevie is my pretty princess,” he lilts. Glances up at Billy and chews his lip. “And Billy bear is my little babycakes. He’s the baby, actually.”

Billy’s face flushes red all the way down his neck.

“I am not,” he huffs.

“Yes huh, you’re baby girl, baby doll— you love that shit. We wouldn’t say any of it if you didn’t.”

There’s a polite chuckle from around the room and Billy scoffs.

Eddie notably softens. He rubs at Billy’s thighs, leaning forward to press another kiss to his stomach and humming pleasantly when his lips make contact.

“The nicknames just mean that we love you,” he coos.

“Guess I just think you both have weird taste,” Billy murmurs, then huffs a laugh to himself. “If I nicknamed myself, it’d probably be something like lardass.”

Eddie makes a shocked noise of offense and furrows his brows.

“Hey, no one talks about my boyfriend like that.”

“No? What’re you gonna do about it?”

“I’m gonna tell on you.” Billy’s smirk falters and Eddie hums triumphantly. “I’m gonna tell Steve. He’ll baby you about it and pull out some old family recipe he’s got locked away just to make you eat your words.”

Billy presses his lips together. Thinks about the last time he made a self-deprecating comment in front of Steve. Thinks about how it was definitely a handful of pounds ago.

“I’d rather you didn’t.”

He pushes his fingers into Eddie’s hair. The brunet leans into his touch, but spreads this sickening little grin. All teeth and no remorse.

“Then I guess you better take it back,” he lilts. Billy locks his jaw shut. Eddie clicks his tongue and pokes teasingly at his side. “There’s no downside for me, I like a little extra fluff. Nobody likes thin pancakes.”

“Pancakes?”

“Mhmm,” Eddie hums. “You’re like a stack of ‘em.”

Billy quirks a brow.

“How so?”

“I fuckin’ love pancakes.” Eddie flattens his palm against Billy’s side and rubs gently back and forth. “Plus, y’know, they’re soft and warm. Pillow-like.”

A little smile quirks at the corners of Billy’s mouth. Some part of him wants to take offense, but he can’t. Not when big brown eyes are gazing up at him so fondly. He scratches softly at Eddie’s scalp and has him all but purring, eyes slipping shut as he melts under the touch.

“You’ve never had crêpes?” Billy asks.

Eddie’s eyes crack open.

“What?”

“Crêpes,” Billy repeats. Chuckles when Eddie looks at him like he’s growing a second head. “Thin pancakes? They’re Stevie’s favorite, I’m surprised you didn’t notice. He always orders them when we go to the diner downtown.”

Eddie sits up straighter. Thinks hard for a moment, like his whole world is crashing down.

“Is that what those things are?”

“What did you think they were?”

“I dunno— not pancakes.” Eddie pouts when he’s laughed at, but still fixes Billy with a serious look. “Brushing past the fact that you just ruined my whole analogy, I maintain that you’re perfect just the way you are.” That little grin comes back full-fledged in a matter of seconds. “Besides, crêpes always have filling, don’t they?”

It’s Billy’s turn to pout while Eddie snickers at him.

“Whatever. Just don’t tell Steve.”

“Why, you scared he’s gonna put pounds on you?” Eddie pinches his side and earns a huff. “You still haven’t taken back what you said.”

“‘Cause I don’t want to. Don’t see why you’re so hung up on it.”

This time, Eddie looks… disappointed. It hurts Billy deep in his chest, like he swallowed a shard of tortilla chip that refuses to go down smoothly.

“If someone was talking shit about Steve right in front of you, what would you do?” Eddie asks.

“I’d rock their shit.”

“Why?”

Billy shrugs.

“I dunno, it’d piss me off.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because it’s Steve,” Billy huffs. “I don’t— I don’t like the idea of anyone talking shit about him. That’s my boyfriend.”

Eddie nods. Tilts his head to the side and slowly begins to rub up and down at Billy’s waist, similar to how he had been earlier.

“Then why is this any different? I still get to be upset when I hear someone talking shit about you, even if it’s you who’s doing the shit-talking.”

Billy’s mouth opens, but then promptly closes again. Is this the same guy who was comparing him to pancakes a minute ago?

A moment passes. Then another. Eddie just stares up at him expectantly, and Billy says nothing. It’s a stand-off. A battle of will. Billy’s fixing to cave when the front door opens and the tension is suddenly broken, yet somehow doubles at the same time.

“Intermission?” Steve asks.

He hangs his keys up and shrugs out of his coat once the door is shut behind him, already wearing an easy smile.

“Unofficially,” Gareth grumbles.

Eddie shoots him a glare, but is quick to soften when Steve leans over the back of the sofa and drapes his arms around Billy’s shoulders.

“Hey, baby,” Steve greets. Ignores the knowing giggle from around the room in favor of pressing a kiss into Billy’s curls. “Thought you’d still be asleep when I got back.”

More kisses land in his hair as Billy purses his lips.

“It’s almost six.”

“Mhmm,” Steve hums.

In an instant, Eddie gets this look on his face, and Billy’s stomach drops. He opens his mouth, but Steve is too quick.

“Have you just been eating junk?” He asks, gesturing to Billy’s plate.

The blond glances at his little collection of nibbled-at finger food. Tries not to think about how many plates of it he’s had already.

“Yeah, just… snacking,” he says timidly.

Steve tsks. Billy almost flinches at the sound.

“Well, that won’t do.” Steve nabs the plate from Billy’s hand and pops a cube of cheddar in his mouth. “Tell me what you want, bubs, and I’ll make it.”

Billy feels like he’s on fire.

“Lasagna?”

A sheepish smile finds its way onto his face when his chin is tilted up, and Steve plants a kiss directly on his lips.

“Coming right up.”

Then the brunet vanishes from behind the couch, padding into the kitchen to root around for a casserole dish before he’s even taken his shoes off.

On the floor, Eddie bites back on a giggle.

“I didn’t even have to tell him,” he whispers amusedly. Leans completely into Billy’s lap and hugs his torso again, half smothering himself in Billy’s stomach. “Hope you’re hungry, Bill, ‘cause it’s pancake time.”

For emphasis, he gives Billy’s side a squeeze, which has him huffing irritatedly.

“No, we’re having lasagna,” Steve calls. There’s a clatter as he moves about the kitchen. “We can have pancakes tomorrow night.”

Eddie gives in to the giggles, shoulders shaking as he hides his face in the front of Billy’s hoodie.

Finally accepting defeat, Billy sighs. Cards his fingers through Eddie’s hair while he laughs, trying to find it in himself to be upset about what’s to come.

But his mouth is already watering before the oven is even done preheating.

[grayishgiggles]

Differences (Part 2)

Spider-Man: No Way Home Tickle Fic

Read Part 1 HERE!

The older Peters pay another visit to the youngest. However, only Peter 2 shows up, raising many questions: is Peter 3 avoiding something? Or perhaps someone?

Yeah, that someone is Peter 2, still planning tickle the crap out of him. This hunt is no longer about figuring out the differences of the three spider-men for the sake of multiverse science anymore. It was cause Peter 2 was feeling like a mean older brother.

—————

Peter 2 finished folding a t-shirt and neatly placed it on Peter 1’s bed. The surprise visit was something the youngest didn’t expect, but very much appreciated since he was still adjusting to his…not-so-pretty living situation. With dishes and spider-suits being dirty half of the time, it was nice to have fresh and clean clothes for the week thanks to his oldest brother.

“You know, you don’t have to do this, dude,” Peter 1 sheepishly mumbled, sitting on the end of the bed as he separated shirts from shorts.

“I don’t have to, I want to,” the oldest replied, finishing another shirt. “Plus I like doing these visits, you know? It’s like a vacation, except this time I’m excited to see my family.” Peter 1 chuckled and shook his head.

“I’m kidding, I love my aunt.”

There was a period of silence after Peter 2 finished his words. He bit his lip.

“How are you holding up, anyway? I forgot to ask earlier.” Peter 2 stopped folding, scooting on the bed to be beside the youngest.

The first Peter swallowed. It had been about three days since their last trio meetup, one that ended with him getting tickled to pieces. What jerks. Well…they were loving jerks. He needed it in all honesty, with all the crap going on.

“I’m…I mean I’m hanging in there. It’s up and down.” Peter 1 muttered, playing with a loose string on one of his clean t-shirts. “Things still feel fresh.”

Peter 2 nodded. “Grief’ll do that. I understand, bud. Make sure you let yourself feel it. Don’t try to keep it all locked up inside. Trust me, it isn’t healthy.” He placed a hand on the youngest’s shoulder, his soft eyes meeting the doe eyes of Peter 1. “You’re gonna be okay, I promise.”

Peter 1 nodded with a soft smile. Peter 2’s presence was comforting. It made him wanna spill his heart out about everything that’s been going on in his head. Of course, he didn’t. He instead opened his arms for a hug, receiving a bear sized one and practically being pulled into his older brother’s lap.

“Theeere we go. Brother hug!” Peter 2 patted the kid’s back. They held the hug for a few moments, their minds at ease and their stresses melting away. “I love you, buddy.”

The youngest Peter hummed, “love you too, Peter 2.” He chuckled for a moment. “Heheh, it’s different without the other.”

Peter 2’s eyes widened and broke the hug. Oh shit. “Where’s Peter 3?”

“What do you mean ‘where?’ Were you both planning to come?”

“Yeah! What the hell…he was supposed to be here 30 minutes ago.” Peter 2 took his phone out to call him.

This wasn’t like Peter 3, to miss out on hanging with the Peters. If anything, Peter 3 would’ve portaled here before him. He loved being with Peter 1. Something was up.

Suddenly, Peter 2’s connected the dots. “Ohhhhh.”

“What?”

“I know why he’s not here.” Peter 2’s smile grew, resting his head in one hand.

“And?”

“He’s scared I’m gonna tickle him,” the oldest answered, amused. “Like I did to you, remember?”

“How could I forge-!” Peter 1’s tingle activated. He dodged Peter 2’s attempt at a side poke. “No!”

“Aw…worth a try,” Peter 2 chuckled. “I’m still curious about that difference thing. How different can we all be physically?”

He felt his old “science wiz” self come to life as he thought about it more. Could Peter 3 be more ticklish than Peter 1? Or less? Or maybe he had different tickle spots? He didn’t know why, but he just had to figure out the answer.

Peter 1 had been waving a hand in front of his face. The oldest blinked out of his focus. “Oh-sorry.” He shook his head. Raising his head slowly, his eyes lit up just like the lightbulb in his brain.

Peter 2 turned to the youngest. “You wanna help me get him?”

“Get him? Get Peter 3?”

“Yeah! He tickled you to bits too! And he didn’t show up today? That’s worth a good punishment in my opinion.” Peter 2 sat up with a groan (his back was still a problem apparently) and strolled over to face one of Peter 1’s walls.

“Okay um, what do I gotta do?” Peter 1 asked as the oldest took a strange device out of his pocket.

“All you need to do…” Peter 2 trailed off as he clicked buttons, “…is get Peter 3 out of his apartment and in here. He must be camping out there.” Well duh, Peter 2. He lives there.

“Why me?”

“He won’t come if I’m calling out to him. He’s too scared of the big brother tickle monster.”

“Is that what you’re gonna call yourself?” Peter 1 asked, blushing ever-so-slightly.

“It’s a working title,” the oldest glanced back with a smile.

Once done clicking buttons and flipping the appropriate switches, Peter 2 looked ahead expectantly. He frowned, going back down to click some more buttons.

“Dammit Otto, why’s it gotta take so long to…”

A spark-filled orange ring bursted to life in front of them, startling the Peters. “Okay there we go!”

The portal practically resembled one of Dr. Strange’s portals. However, it had a different vibe, the color being more red and the overall circle being rigid shaped. The sparks calmed down after a moment. A different room, Peter 3’s apartment, was visible through the warm glowing circle now.

Peter 2 stepped out of the way and gestured towards the new entrance. Peter 1 blinked and then remembered. “Oh yeah!” He cautiously walked near the portal and cupped his hands around his mouth.

“Peter 3!?!”

He waited for a response: nothing.

“It’s Peter 1!”

Still no response. The youngest glanced to Peter 2 for permission to walk in the portal. He received a nod.

Peter 1 stepped into Peter 3’s apartment and onto the much nicer carpet compared to his. As he began gently walking, he could feel himself instinctually get low to the ground in a battle stance.

His body got the strangest sense of deja vu. It felt like he was on a mission, the ones he had on the Avengers, where he’d be breaking into a lair to lure a villain. Yet again this was nothing compared to saving the world.

“Lil Pete?”

A hushed voice came from behind the couch that lied ahead of him. The youngest tip-toed closer. “Hey, yeah, it’s Peter 1!”

“Is Peter 2 there?”

“No, why?” Peter 1 kneeled on the couch cushions and peered over the back of it. Behind the couch was a crouched down Peter 3. He looked like a pretzel with the way he was hiding, looking up with relieved brown eyes.

“Oh thank god. I was worried he was gonna get me.”

“Pfft, no, you’re fine! Why would he get you?” Peter 1 felt odd lying to his brother. It would be worth it though.

“He’s still on the difference thing I think.” Peter 2 answered, attempting to shrug but his shoulders hardly moved.

“You uh…wanna get out of there? Coast is clear.”

Peter 3 bit his lip and then sighed. “I’m trusting you, buddy. I trust you.”

Peter 3 slowly uncurled himself and stood up, stretching mid-stand. “So what’re you doing here anyways?”

“I wanted to visit you.” Peter 1 felt his tingle go off and looked behind. It was only Peter 2 sneaking into the apartment. He must’ve closed the portal too. The youngest held his breath and turned his head back. Peter 3 didn’t notice, right?

“You missed me that much? I feel honored!” The middle brother half-joked, hoisting himself over the couch to plop down on it. He opened his arms. “Now c’mere!”

Peter 1 took another short glance behind him, but his tickle monster of an older brother was gone. Even he was nervous and he wasn’t the one that was gonna get attacked.

“Lil Pete?” Peter 3 caught the kid’s attention again, his hands making grabby motions.

“What?”

“Hug! Gimme hug!!”

The youngest Peter smiled and took a step closer.

“Oh you’ll get more than that.”

Peter 2’s voice came from above, and a second later, he jumped down from the ceiling onto the couch with a “whomp.”

“HOLY FUCK-!”

“Whoaaa! Not in front of the little one!” Peter 2 scolded. The third Peter scrambled to his feet and bolted towards the other side of the room. But Peter 2 shot a line of web that stuck to Peter 3’s shirt. Pulled taught, the web yanked Peter 3 back, him falling to the ground. “Ow!!”

Not a moment later, Peter 2 was standing over his knocked down captive. “Now where were you going, Pete?”

“Waitwaitwait plehehease!! N-noho tickles!! Don’t tickle me!”

“Oh, so you know what I’m gonna do?” The oldest asked, picking up the flailing Peter 3 and carrying him bridal style to the couch. “Make way, Lil spidey.”

Peter 3 gasped as he was playfully thrown on the cushions. “PETER 1 YOU SET ME UP!”

“You didn’t show up to visit me!”

“Yeah, not cool.” Chimed in Peter 2.

“CAUSE PETER 2 WAS GONNA GET ME!”

“And look where that got you.” Peter 2’s smirk was in full display.

“SHUSH!” Peter 3 held a finger at the oldest who was hovering over him. “You shush. No more talking.”

“You, sir…” Peter 2 straddled his hips and wagged his finger, “…have no right to tell me what to do. Peter 1?”

“Hm?”

“Could you be a good little brother and hold up Peter 3’s arms?”

“NO DONT LISTEN TO HIM! Yohou’re better than this!!”

Peter 1 barked out a laugh. “You helped him tickle me!! I’m allowed to help too!” And so he crawled to the end of the couch above Peter 3’s head. However the captive’s strength was hard to match. “Oh come on, Peter 3, just let it happen!”

“No! Never!” Peter 3 shook his head. “Not happening!”

One of Peter 2’s hands snuck under his shirt, his fingernails scratching at Peter 3’s stomach. The middle brother faltered in strength for a moment, but a moment was enough for Peter 1 to pin his arms above his head. “DAMMIT!”

“Now…” Peter 2 wiggled his fingers, “today we test Peter 3’s ticklishness and compare it to Peter 1’s. This of course is for science.” Peter 3 locked his eyes on the evil hands above his torso, giggling like an idiot. “Nononohohonono!”

“Time to test spot number one…sides!” The teasy hands made their attack, vibrating their fingers on both sides of Peter 3. He bucked his hips, biting his lip and shaking his head. “Mm-mm!”

“Hey, he’s holding it in! That’s cheating!” Pointed out Peter 1.

“We can’t have results be inaccurate for this, Peter 3. You better laugh soon.” Peter 2 cooed. “Or we’ll just tickle you all day.”

It was getting more tough to hold in the bubbling giggles building up in his chest. He nearly broke as the tickles switched from vibrations to light scratches. It was always the light tickles that got him bad. Peter 3 jerked to one side.

“Oohhhh okay. I think this method is more effective! Take a note, Peter 1.” The light tickling fingers targeted closer to his ribs, the middle Peter shaking from his contained laughter. “You’re gonna have to laugh eventually, Pete.”

Peter 1’s entertained smile made Peter 3 blush and close his eyes. “N-no!”

Peter 2 stopped for a second, making the trapped Peter open his one eye, confused. But what he didn’t expect was the claws of Peter 2 to dig into his upper ribs. He broke.

“PFFFAHAHA-!” He squealed, bucking harder. “NOHO!”

“There we go!” Peter 2 exclaimed. “Looks like ribs are a bad spot for you and Peter 1, huh?”

“YOHOHOU AHAHASSHOLE!!”

Peter 2’s fingers gently tickled a few of the spaces in between the ribs, getting a squeak from Peter 3. “Is someone ticklish?”

“Y-YOHOu suhuhuck!!”

“We suck?”

“Y-YeheAH you suhuck at ticklihihING!”

Peter 2 quirked an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge, buddy? You want me to tickle elsewhere?”

“YEHE-wait NO!”

“He said yes!!” Peter 1 pointed down.

“I heard a yes!”

“NOOO!!”

Peter 2 cracked his knuckles. “Let’s try…” his thumbs drilled into Peter 3’s hipbones gently, “…here!”

One of Peter 3’s legs kicked out with a squeaky giggle. The volume of his laughter was turned down like it was coming from a TV. Peter 2 frowned. “Not as ticklish as I thought.” He tried drilling a little harder, and got a loud squeaky cackle. “Whoa! The heck was that?!”

“EEHEHAHA!” Peter 3 squirmed side to side but to no avail.

“He sounds like a squeaky toy!” Peter 1 added, which reddened Peter 3’s face.

The youngest readjusting his hold on Peter 3 by sitting on his hands. “My underarms are the worst, you wanna try that next?”

“Mmmm not yet. Let’s make it the grand finale,” the oldest sneered. “Okay, so we got hips and sides…”

“Ribs too!”

“Yes! Ribs were the same ticklishness,” Peter 2 nodded. “Now where else…” he paused the torment, hovering his claws now. Peter 3 groaned. “Stohop the hand thinggg…”

Peter 1 snapped his fingers suddenly. “The belly!”

“Good thinking!” Peter 2’s hands met in the middle and dove down.

“NOHOOO-EEEEP-!” Peter 3 screamed and yanked at his stuck arms. He nearly broke Peter 1’s hold, startling the kid. The two brothers exchanged surprised and amused smiles, now laughing with the middle brother. “Whohoa!!”

“This is new,” Peter 2 gestured to Peter 1, “you aren’t that bad on your tummy!”

“Definitely not this bad!”

The oldest lifted Peter 3’s shirt up, gently dancing his fingers away. Peter 3 got goosebumps. “PFFHAHA GEHET OUTTA THEHERE!!”

“We actually did it, Peter 1, we found a difference!”

“We made a breakthrough!” Peter 1 raised an open hand and got a high five from the oldest. “Yeah! Science!”

“STAHAHAP IHIHIT!!”

“In due time, Pete.”

The energy between all three of the Peters at this moment was filled with warmth. Of course Peter 3 was busy squirming, but even he had oodles of ticklish happiness fluttering in his heart. It was crazy how silly things like tickling somehow brought them all together best.

“Are we gonna kill him..?” Peter 1 mumbled. Peter 3’s laughter was turning more wheezy, and his wriggling got less powerful. Peter 2 halted his tickle attack.

“Nahhh, we’re okay. Tests are nearly done! We just need to test one more spot out, one that’ll really give us an answer on the difference thing…” Peter 2 trailed off, locking eyes with the panting Peter 3.

“No..noho more..” Whined the middle brother.

“I’ll make it quick and painless, I promise.”

“You’re gohonna kill me!!”

Peter 1 and 2 exchanged glances. The oldest smirked. “Actually…would you like to do it, Lil Spidey?”

“Me?”

“I let him get your death spot,” he raised his eyebrows, “feels only fair that you do the same.”

Peter 3 leaned his head back to face the kid. “Pete! Pete hey let’s not do that, okay?! Ihihi could die!”

“You..could die?” Peter 1 squinted.

“Y-yehe…” Peter 3 sighed, “…okay I’m no-nohot..escaping. I give.” The third Peter then let himself lay limp, his head resting on the couch cushion. “Just do it.” He braced himself for impact with a grimace.

“Godspeed, Peter 3.”

His fingers made contact with the hollows of his underarms, scratching quickly. Peter 1 giggled when Peter 3 broke into a new laugh that sounded like a monkey almost. “What the hell is with your laugh?!”

The oldest was chuckling too, clapping. “That’s sohoho funny!!”

“HOHOLY SHIHIT STAHAP!”

“Definitely a death spot here too!”

“Underarms are the killer,” Peter 2 concluded. “That’s no difference.” He decided to join in on the fun and resumed the belly tickling so Peter 3 was effectively in stitches.

The two brothers only tickled for a minute longer until feeling bad. Peter 3 was looking exhausted and as funny as his laugh was, he was at his limit. The sight of Peter 3 tearing up out of laughing made the youngest stop immediately. “Okay I’m done!”

Peter 2 glanced up at Peter 3, indicating him to stop as well. “Oh no, we tickled him to tears!”

Peter 3 had no energy to move. He let the residual giggling fade slowly as his chest heaved. That had to be the worst tickling he’s ever gotten.

“Peter 3? You still with us?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Oh man did we go to far?” Peter 1 asked.

“Nahah…I..I could take more..”

The youngest squinted. “Do you want us to-?”

“No! Noho..” Peter 3 held up his now freed arms weakly. They flopped down to rest on his chest. Peter 1 bit his lip in amusement.

“Well, another successful experiment done,” the oldest clapped his hands, “thank you Peter 3 for contributing to multiverse science. With your help, we have concluded that variants can have the same tickle spots but there’s little differences too, like your tummy.” He gave a small poke to said spot.

Peter 3 smiled nervously. “You’re…Yohou’re welcome..” he was helped up by the two brothers and was in the middle of a nice hug. “God you’re evil…”

“Me? Or…?”

“No, Peter 2. I dunno where that..that evil side of you comes from but it’s scary.”

“You mean when I tickle you?”

“Yeah..”

“I think someone’s just easily flustered by teases, you know?”

Peter 3 groaned as Peter 2 patted his back.

“Wait…” Peter 1 frowned and furrowed his brows, “…we aren’t done!”

“Hm?” The oldest raised his head.

The youngest pointed at him. “What about you?”

Peter 2 looked away for a moment before smirking. “We got all the data we need.”

“No hey no! Not fair!” Peter 3’s energy was back. “I didn’t get tickled to death just to have you get away with it!”

“Me neither!” Peter 1 chimed in.

“Can we..hold on can we just take a break before then next tickle fight?” Peter 2’s confident facade was fading.

“No no no we’re doing this now! Lil Spidey, we’re doing this.” Peter 3 gestured to the youngest.

Peter 2 stood up, adrenaline rushing at a high. He smiled, even though it was a nervous one. “Only if you can catch me.” He sprinted to the apartment window and opened it.

“SHIT THERE HE GOES!!” Peter 3 yelled, scrambling out of his couch. “Shoot! Web shooters!! Peter 1 hold on!!” The middle brother bolted to his room to grab them.

“Hurry!!” Peter 1 cried, prepping his own web shooters on his wrists.

“Go get a head start!” Called out the middle brother. Peter 1 smirked and nodded, making his way to the open window and climbing out.

The chase was on.

[cebwrites]

hi! i love your works they make me feel so safe as a trans guy. do you think you could write a law x reader where he helps administer his boyfriend’s t shot? it’s completely fine if not! have a great day/night, much love <3

a/n: hi anon omggg of course! <3 i started this blog with the intention to fill the gap in transmasc xreader rep (and cater to myself--) so i'm super glad that you get that out of my writing!!

i included one drabble for reader's first time and then one further into his transition/relationship with law when they're both a lot more comfortable <3 that said i don't have any experience with t, so i'm sorry if anything comes out inaccurate or flat out wrong ;3;/

helping their boyfriend with his t-shots (Law)

transmasc reader, he/they law word count: 0.6k

The First

You swing your legs by the edge of their examination table, though you can easily rest the soles flat on the floor if you wanted to - it eases the nerves better if you keep moving. Thumbs rubbing the cool metal by your thighs, you watch your beloved's broad shoulders across the room at their workspace.

"Are you sure you don't want to do this somewhere more familiar to you like your room?

Or I could get Bepo in here to hold your hand, if you'd like."

Law wheels their spinny doctor's chair up to you, his expression something you recognize as an attempt to look warm but their facial muscles aren't quite used to that yet so it's a little awkward. It tells you you're in good, steady hands anyway.

"Nah, it's okay - promise. Plus, firsts are special and.. I want this moment to be between just us. I-I mean, not that it would be less special if Bepo was here, or Penguin, or Shachi--"

While you fidget and internally cringe at the hole you continue digging yourself into, fixating your eyes on anything in the sick bay but their bemused face, Law quickly administers the shot before you can feel so much as a pin prick.

He shakes two small boxes of circular band-aid to get your attention, "Do you want regular or themed?"

"I- Wh, huh?"

"We're all done, you did well." Law's smile slips into something more natural as you pick one with a little bear on it, putting it on yourself however to avoid giving your captain yet more ammo to tease you with - as if your adorable pout wasn't more than enough.

One of Many

"C'moooon hurry up, I wanna go spar with the boys already!"

"I could just go back to work and let you do this on your own, you know."

"Oh, they're so cruel to me, what EVER shall I do!"

Law ignores the aghast, overdramatic gasps and whines from you in the background, holding the syringe up to the light they flick it to pop any pesky bubbles, watching your reflection flop back onto his bed with an audible fmpf.

"Quit squirming, what if I end up poking a vein instead?" He smacks your exposed thigh and you feign a startle, looking at your lover with those big ol' puppy-dog eyes but smooth things over with kisses to his cheeks before the exasperation rolling off them in waves washes you away.

"Okay, okay," they shoo you away with their free hand, "are we going to make out or do you want your weekly shot of testosterone?"

"Mm, but what is manlier than making love to another masc?"

"Right. I'm taking that as a no," Law answers your batting lashes coldly, immediately turning on their heel to leave.

It doesn't take much to coax them back (a single kiss, several promises that you were going to be serious about it now) - not that Law's threats were all that sincere to begin with.

You watch with them work with practiced ease, and even if they've done this dozens, maybe hundreds of times before over the years for you, Law looks just as laser focused as every other occasion. The logical explanation was that he was a surgeon.

You chose to believe that it was because he put in the extra care for his one and only.

"Gods, Law... I really do love you."

"Yeah? What could possibly be the reason for it now?"

You respond to the light-hearted mocking with a chaste brush against their lips - and once any sharp objects were out of the way, Law chased you for another, then many more, despite all halfhearted protests about leaving Penguin, Shachi, and Bepo without a fourth volleyball player.

[keep-the-wolves-close]

Steady Heart

Chapter 11: Meet Me in the Morning

* Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M? (Still figuring out the rating system) (might eventually be M anyhow)

* Warnings: language, death, shooting a bear

* Word count: 3,305ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all

Author's note: I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well!

Stella sat quietly with Tate, waiting for him to be able to see his mom. The doctors were explaining things to the family about Monica’s prognosis and the outlook of her motor function. Tate would go in and visit afterward.

Motion at the corner of the hallway grabbed her attention. John came around the bend only to be stopped short at the sight of his grandson and ranch hand sitting there. His heart stopped and he struggled to catch his breath. “Tate? Stella? What are you doing here?”

“I’m babysitting until they’re ready for Tate here to visit his mom.”

Tate objected. “Hey I’m not a baby!”

Stella and John shared a laugh. “Okay, I’m sitting with Tate until they’re ready for him.” She leaned toward the boy, “was that better?”

Tate nodded. “Yes. I like that a lot more.”

John smirked as he watched the scene play out in front of him.

Stella gave her attention to her boss. “What’re you doing here, sir?”

“Just a check up for that previous subject you heard about.”

She raised a suspicious eyebrow. A feeling familiar to her from 15 years prior clenched in her stomach. It made her feel like she was 11 years old sitting in the hospital waiting for Ryan to show up. “Everything good?”

“Yeah. I was given an A plus on my record. I’m gonna go in and see what’s going on.”

She gave her boss a nonchalant salute and relaxed back in her chair. Tate started to fidget next to her. “What’s going on, bud?”

“I wanna see my mom.”

“We’ll be able to go in soon, okay? Gotta wait for the go ahead.” Her phone buzzed in her pocket.

Where the fuck are you

A heavy sigh escaped her lips at the angry text from Rip. The hand with her phone dropped into her lap. She placed her glasses on top of her head and pinched the bridge of her nose. She was tired of looking at things in focus.

“Aunt Stella? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, buddy. Just annoyed.”

“What happened?”

“Ah, just someone being a jerk. That’s all.”

“You want me to take care of ‘em?”

Stella laughed. “No it’s okay. I can handle even the worst of bullies. Thank you though.”

The door opened next to them. Kayce poked his head out and called for his son to come into the room. He glanced back out at Stella, still leaning on the door, and could see the tension rolling through her. Her glasses on top of her head gave it away. “Hey Stell, you good?”

She stood and took a few steps over to Kayce. She held out her phone with the text from Rip ready to display. “I was supposed to be there early this morning. It’s all hands on deck to find that bear.”

Kayce’s face dropped. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve been fine with Tate here.”

“Kayce you know me. I have a penchant for helping people. And I’m currently aggravated at the other option. So fuck him.”

He straightened himself and stepped out into the hallway. “Listen, I’ve caused enough hell for you the last few days. You go. I’m gonna send Tate home with my dad anyhow. It’ll make things easier to take care of Monica the first couple days.”

“What’s the outlook by the way?”

“Not exactly great, but not life threatening anymore. Just gonna be a long road from here.”

“You guys got this, I believe in you.” She looked into the room and locked eyes with Monica. “I’m gonna go say hi to her and then I’ll head out to my doom.”

Stella let a soft smile fall into place when she walked across the threshold. “Hey you.” Monica gave a side smile back.

“Thank you for helping Kayce with Tate. And for making sure he brushed his teeth.”

Stella looked at Tate jokingly. “You ratted me out!”

“Oh I’ve heard all about it in the last five minutes.” Monica chuckled weakly.

Both of the grandfathers in the room watched the women silently joke and felt a sense of peace. Kayce smiled softly from the door.

“Well, I just wanted to tell you that I’m sure you’re gonna get better in no time, and that whatever help you guys need, don’t hesitate to ask me. I’m here for whatever y’all need.”

“Thank you, Stella. Really.”

“Of course miss ma’am. You get better now, ya hear?” Monica nodded in response. Stella turned to face the men. “Now I’ve got an appointment with a foreman and a bear. Both angry, but in different ways.”

She chuckled at their faces and made her way out. She almost got to the corner of the hallway before she heard Kayce shout be careful. Smiling over her shoulder Stella shouted back, “Never cowboy!”

Her shoulders tensed while she put her car in park. Looking through her windshield, she witnessed Rip stomp a trail to her. ‘Get ready for the bitching now.’ Her eyes rolled and she got out of the car with a huff leaving everything in there.

“Where the fuck have you been?! I told you early this morning! It’s almost noon!”

“Rip,” she let out a harsh huff, "I had something important that needed to be taken care of.”

“Oh really? And what was so important that you had to fall back on your word? I told you all hands on deck.”

“You know, I really don’t have to tell you. Just because you’re my boss, doesn’t mean my personal life is your business.”

“When it interferes with your performance, it is my business.”

“Oh go tell it on the mountain somewhere else.” Stella rolled her eyes and walked to the barn to get Abigail.

Rip watched her stalk away to the barn. His blood pressure rose to the stratosphere. This girl was giving him a hell of a time and was being too stubborn to learn. Lloyd chuckled from his left.

“She’s sure giving you one hell of a run for your money, ain’t she?”

“She’s being hardheaded and refuses to acknowledge the problem. She won’t listen, Lloyd.”

Lloyd’s bushy eyebrows pulled together in a frown. “What brought all this on?”

Rip looked around to make sure no one was within earshot. “I’m getting tired of burying Kayce’s secrets, and I don’t want her to end up being one of the secrets I have to put in the ground.”

Lloyd’s face hardened. “You and I both know that boy would sacrifice himself if it meant she came out safe. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her.”

“Can we be so sure? He’s a changed man now, and isn’t just the wild eyed boy we remember him as.”

“I’m sure he wouldn’t let any harm come to her. If anything, there would be more to bury from him stopping them.”

Rip remained silent and still, thinking. He knew that Stella and Kayce had become a package deal at this point, but he just wanted what was best for her. He didn’t want Kayce to be the reason her back broke from carrying the weight of troubles he brought on.

“I can see the wheels spinning. You know you can’t be aggressive with trying to get her to understand. She bucks back twice as hard.” Rip knew that. Everyone knew that. “Maybe your temper that she’s not listening is getting the better of you?” Lloyd suggested. “I think you two are more similar than either of you would like to admit.”

He nodded at Lloyd and looked at the ground. Stella had spent plenty of time around him in her very impressionable teenage years. It would make sense that she had picked up some of his mannerisms. “Which makes sense for why she’s responding the way she is.”

“Why's that?”

“Because I would do the same thing.” Rip admitted.

Lloyd smirked under his mustache. Rip would learn one of these days. He was getting closer. Lloyd hoped that the foreman and the woman of the gang could iron out the wrinkles soon.

When Stella crossed the threshold Abigail was standing in the cross ties. Ryan moved around the mare fixing her saddle the way Stella always had it set. Stella cleared her throat.

Her brother whipped his head to where she was standing with her arms crossed. He admitted quickly, “we fucked up this morning.”

“So did I. He’s double pissed then.” She rolled her eyes and took a few strides forward grabbing Abigail’s reins and unhooked her from the cross ties. Stella felt Ryan’s presence come up behind her. She looked over her shoulder at him and asked, “so what did y’all do?”

“We all forgot a rifle, Jimmy’s horse spooked and he almost got eaten, Walker and I had to rope the bear and run it off.”

Her eyes widened. “Jesus Christ. Well he’s making me go with him now. So wish me luck.” Rip bellowed her name from outside the barn. “I’m gonna need it.” Ryan squeezed her shoulder. She gracefully stepped into her saddle. As she ascended she felt her brother’s hand immediately grab her foot like when she was younger to help her hike it over. She smiled fondly at the muscle memory. Stella gently nudged her hips forward causing Abigail to walk out the door.

Stella ducked her head when they went through the door. It was a large barn door, it was plenty high enough. She could never break the habit from the smaller door at one of the first ranches she and Ryan had been at. That ranch had been a much smaller operation than the Dutton legacy.

Rip waited on Stella up on his gelding. Oddly patient. Something had changed in his demeanor and it gave Stella whiplash. He asked, “ready to go?”

Her face scrunched and she pulled her head back, suspicious. “Uh, yeah. You got the rifle?”

“You heard, huh?”

“Yeah. Glad it didn’t turn out worse. I’ve got a rope and my knife. You want me to get my pistol from my car?”

“Nah I’ve got the rifle. It’s all we’ll need.”

“Let’s go then.” She nudged Abigail into motion.

“Be careful Stella!” She heard Ryan yell at her.

She smirked over her shoulder for the second time that day. “Never Ry!”

Both Rip and Stella had been silent for 30 minutes. It would take a good chunk of time to get out to the far pasture Walker had run it off in. Rip rode ahead of her, but never far enough to be out of hearing distance. Stella knew he hoped to run into the bear first to keep her away from it.

“So,” she called out and Rip slowed his gelding to a walk for her to catch up. “We’re caught up in another bear problem. Seems to be a theme here.”

“Yeah, one we gotta break after today.” His answer was short. He had to remember that he was still upset with her.

Stella bit her bottom lip and took the leap. “I’m sorry.” She could feel his gaze on her. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him. “I just don’t understand why you’re so angry about a friendship that’s been over half my life at this point.”

“It’s not the friendship I’m worried about, Stella. It’s your safety. Kayce has been different since he came back from the service. Unhinged almost.”

“But here’s the thing Rip… he’s always been a little unhinged. Monica and myself are the ones that help ground him.”

“But it’s not your responsibility to ground him.”

Stella broke and chanced to look at him. Her shoulders dropped. “I know it’s not, but I’m not gonna sit by and watch someone I care about destroy themselves.” They were coming up on a cliff. She gave Abigail direction to stop. “You know me. I’m a helper. And I’d follow him to hell and back.”

“Sometimes to a fault, Stella-belle. And I wish he would stop going there with you following.”

The trees became silent. It was like every noise around them stopped. It weighed heavily on Stella’s shoulders and made the air thick and hard to breathe. Her forehead crinkled in uncertainty. Looking to Rip for silent direction, eyes wide with concern. Typically when the forest went silent, it was time to leave. That’s what everyone in the bunkhouse had taught her growing up. It meant your invitation had been revoked and something weird or dangerous was about to happen.

Rip hopped down off his gelding and quickly tied him to a tree. Pulling out the rifle, he walked forward. His head tracked back and forth on a swivel, keeping an eye out in almost every direction. Stella wasn’t about to get off of her mode of fast transportation. Abigail was solid through nearly everything, but Stella didn’t want to take the chance of losing her way out if the bear came around and decided to get funky. Stella slowly walked Abigail behind Rip. Alarmed at every noise that broke the eerie dead air.

A cracking branch caught their attention. They looked to the left and the bear they were looking for ran through some skinny trees growling. It knew they were there and it was letting them know it wasn’t happy about it. Rip pulled up the rifle to aim at the rogue bear. Stella made Abigail stand. It felt like the mare was dancing on her tiptoes. The bear ran farther to the right and let out another warning growl as it trotted along.

Abigail and Stella tracked the bear, but both whipped their heads in the direction of the cliff. Rip started to charge after the bear. “Wait! Shh!” Rip stopped short at her warning. There were noises coming from over the side. Stella and Rip locked eyes, worry took over them both. In motion that looked like a choreographed dance Stella swung down off of her horse, sure to keep the reins tight in her grasp.

They rushed up the hill and around the corner to the cliff side searching for where the commotion of mumbling voices was coming from. Stella let Abigail stand ground tied and they came to the cliff's edge and saw a couple hanging onto the side of the cliff face for dear life.

“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.” Rip let out an exasperated sigh. “Stella, get your rope!” He ordered.

She took off to Abigail. In the background she could hear Rip shouting directions to the couple and asking questions to keep them distracted. She took the loose end of her lasso and tied it to Abigail’s saddle horn tight.

“Stella, tie it and bring the other end over here!”

“Already on it!” She ran back over to Rip and carefully leaned over the edge of the cliff face. Abigail followed, close enough so the rope would reach the couple, but a good distance away from the edge.

“Okay okay! Look at me! Calmly wrap this around you one at a time!” She started to lower the rope. When it reached them, they started to scramble to get it wrapped around both of them.

“No no one at a time!” Rip hollered. The woman slipped and grabbed onto her partner’s legs. She was struggling to hold on.

Stella could hear Abigail struggling in the background to hold the weight of both people.

Rip yelled again. “That’s too heavy! We can’t pull both of you up at the same time! Explain to him we can’t fuckin’ lift both of you!”

The couple screamed and flailed around. Within seconds they witnessed the woman lose her grip and fall to her death. Stella screamed. “No!” The man looked up at her and Rip. He sobbed, destroyed at losing his loved one. Stella flung the rope toward him. “Please put this under your arms.” She pleaded with him, motioning what she wanted him to do.

“Hey! Grab this with both hands!” Rip yelled. The man continued to sob and looked below him to the forest floor. Rip called out again. “Listen to me! Grab it with both hands!”

The man took one last look at the pair and let go. Stella’s stomach dropped. She and Rip fell back against the ground. Her mouth opened in shock and disbelief. There was a jerk from the back of her jacket and she flew back from the cliff face and landed against the tree next to her.

“I don’t need you to fall either, Jesus!” Rip exclaimed.

“Fuck what do we do?” Stella asked breathlessly.

A frighteningly close bellow came from behind them. Abigail whinnied and squealed before she bolted. To their dismay, the bear had found them with all the noise. The bear stomped a few times and then charged. Stella scrambled backward past the tree and the rifle. She passed it off to Rip’s searching hand. He wasn’t taking his eyes off that bear. Rip grabbed the rifle with lightning speed, took a knee and let a shot ring out; hitting the bear square in the forehead. Their huffing and puffing loud the alarming hush that fell over the forest.

“What do we do?” Stella asked in a high pitch. Her heart pounded in her chest so hard she thought it would fly out.

They found their horses banded together not too far from where they had left Rip’s bay. They got on and galloped back to the ranch. They came through the main gate from the opening to the pastures and ground to a halt by the round pen. Rip dismounted and looked up at Stella as he handed her his reins.

“You stay here. I gotta make a couple calls. Don’t say anything to anyone.” He pulled out his phone and called Jamie first. He didn’t pick up, but Rip left him a voicemail. He proceeded to make his way to the barn leaving Stella there in silent fear.

Once he was in the barn he called John, who also didn’t pick up. Another voicemail would have to suffice. “Sorry to bother you again sir, but we need the sheriff out here asap. So when you get this, give me a call will you?” He hung up and went to the bunkhouse.

It sounded lively inside. Walker could be heard strumming and singing, and the other men of the house talked animatedly to each other. When he crossed into the house, he saw Tate sitting at the table and Beth in a chair at the end.

She turned and looked over her shoulder pleased to see him. “Looks like you brought the music festival to me!”

He stared at her, conflicted. Ryan noticed his sister wasn’t with him and he stood from the back of the room.

Ryan took in the distraught look on Rip’s usually emotionless face. His stomach sank. “Where’s Stella? Is she okay?”

“Everything is fine Ryan. Your sister included. Go back to what y’all were doing. I need to borrow her for a little bit longer.” Rip directed and immediately turned on his heel to leave.

Stella jumped at every noise the ranch made, thinking that someone was coming up on her. She wasn’t sure how the events of today were going to unfold, and she really wasn’t enjoying being stuck in this position to find out.

Rip came from around a different corner and it startled her. Her hand flew to her chest. “My god, I can’t stop jumping.”

“Everything will be okay Stella, but I need you to stay with me and stay calm. We’re gonna get this figured out.” He reached out for his reins. “C’mon. Let’s get these horses put up and come with me to the lodge. You’ll be staying here tonight.”

She slipped down off of Abigail and followed in his shadow to the barn.

[4townie]

Road to 4☆TOWN

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“Thanks for lunch, babe.” Janelle said sweetly. “When are you gonna let me pay you back?” She winked.

Robaire chuckled. “Maybe next time we go out, I’ll let you get dessert.”

“Well, I could do that,” Janelle scooted closer and wrapped her arms around him, “or I could pay you back another way.”

“I mean, I could get my old—…” Robaire paused as he realized what she meant. “Oh. Ahhh—” His phone rang, saving him from the awkwardness. “Oh, I gotta take this. It’s probably important.” He picked up. “Hey, girl, hey.”

Janelle furrowed her brow. “Girl…?”

“Hey, Baby Bear.” Selina greeted him. “So I know it’s kinda short notice, but would you wanna come over and watch a movie tonight? It’s been a while since you’ve come over and Jesse won’t let me out of his sight cuz he’s a little…clingy.”

“It’s not clingy if I’m not following you into the bathroom.” Jesse narrowed his eyes from across the room.

“That sounds nice, Lina, but—”

“Who are you talking to, babe?” Janelle said loudly.

Selina paused. “Are you…with a girl right now?”

“Yeah, I don’t know if J—…if your boyfriend told you, but I started seeing this girl, Janelle. I met her on tour.” Robaire grinned at Janelle. “We kinda already had plans for tonight.”

“Janelle? Why don’t you—” Selina looked over her shoulder when she noticed Jesse frantically shaking his head. “Oh, ummmm…so I guess we’ll take a raincheck then.”

“Yeah, for sure. I’ll call you tomorrow.” Robaire nodded.

“Babe~” Janelle whined, tugging at his shirt a bit. “Pay attention to me now.”

“Ooh, it sounds like you picked a good one.” Selina raised an eyebrow.

“Shut up.” Robaire tried not to laugh. “She’s really sweet. I have to introduce you sometime.”

“I’ll look forward to it.” Selina said. “I’ll let you go now. Somebody’s tugging at my shirt and it’s not the two year old.” She glared at Jesse.

“That’s because he’s too small to reach your shirt.” Jesse rolled his eyes. “Also he’s preoccupied with those strawberries, but whatever. Hang up, I wanna talk to you.”

“And you wanted to poke fun at my girlfriend?” Robaire laughed at Jesse’s childishness.

“UGH, whatever.” Selina shook her head. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“Kay, have fun with the boys. Byeee.” Robaire hung up. “Sorry about that. I’m all yours now.”

“So who was that on the phone?” Janelle asked skeptically. “Was it your sister that you told me about?”

“No, my sister, Christine, is married.” Robaire reminded her. “That was my good friend, Selina. She wanted to hang out, but I told her I was with you so no biggie.”

“Selina…was she the one with that really bad overbite?” Janelle smirked a bit. “I think it’s really sweet that you stayed friends with her regardless.”

“Overbite?” Robaire looked at her in confusion. “OH, you must be thinking of my classmate from my highschool yearbook, Cecile Robinson. She got that fixed, by the way.” He shook his head. “Selina’s the one from that photo you asked about last time you were at my house. Y’know, the one we took on the beach last summer?”

“Oh, right. That Selina.” Janelle remembered. “The one with those gross stretch marks on her stomach. And the perfect everything else…” She muttered the last bit.

“Well, she does have a kid so the stretch marks are—” Robaire froze when he processed the rest of her statement. “Wait a second, are you jealous?”

“How can I not be?” Janelle batted her eyelashes sweetly. “You guys sound so close. Besides, I know I can trust you around her, but how do I know she won’t make a move on you? They say you can never trust a woman with a body like that.”

“Selina’s not like that. She’s, like, super duper taken. And very loyal.” Robaire assured her. “Plus, I know her boyfriend. They’re practically married, it’s all good. You have nothing to worry about.”

Janelle was quiet for a moment. She detangled herself from him and scooted away. “I mean, it’s fine really. I was gonna invite you over to my place tonight, but if you’d rather be with your friend—”

“No, wait, Janelle, I told her I was hanging out with you tonight.” Robaire grabbed her hand, but she wouldn’t look at him. “She’s just a close friend, nothing more. I swear.”

“I believe you, but…” Janelle bit her lip as she trailed off.

Robaire sighed. “If it really makes you uncomfortable, I’ll try and distance myself a little. I mean I’m still gonna see her, but just maybe not as often as before. Is…is that okay?”

“Well, I guess it’s a start.” Janelle finally looked at him. “I think it’s really cute that you’re trying though.” She smiled before kissing him.

Robaire gave her a lovesick grin. “So about your place tonight—”

“Oh, I just remembered my dishwasher is broken. The whole kitchen is flooded, it’s so embarrassing. The repair guy won’t be there until tomorrow.” She sighed. “How about a movie instead? We could get cheap tickets to a really empty one and sit in the back.”

“I like the way you think.” Robaire agreed before kissing her again.

———

“Okay, babe, what did you—” Selina froze when she noticed the look on Jesse’s face. “Jesse? Are you good?” She looked him up and down. “You’re making a face that usually means you either want me to put Marcel down for an early nap or you want me to get the prune juice.”

“It’s neither.” Jesse said quietly. “It’s about that Janelle girl. You kinda sounded like you were about to let him bring her over here.”

“Yeah, I was.” Selina shrugged. “I just wanted to get him over here, I kinda miss him.”

“About that.” Jesse averted eye contact. “I don’t like her. I mean, I don’t really know her, it’s not like we’ve ever spoken, but she just gives off bad vibes.”

“Are you telling me this because you’re worried about Robaire?” Selina crossed her arms. “Because he’s an adult, he can make his own decisions. Besides, if you’re really concerned, you can talk to him yourself.”

“No, it’s not that. Well, it kinda is, but I can’t talk to him until I have more than “bad vibes” as evidence.” Jesse shook his head. “My point was that I don’t really trust her with this secret. If it hadn’t been for that legal gag the label put on Beckett, we’d probably already be screwed already, but they can’t really do that to random girls we don’t like.”

Selina was quiet for a moment. “I guess that’s a fair point. We’re doing so well keeping this in our inner circle, we can’t just go trusting our best friend’s new girlfriend right off the bat.” She sighed. “I wanted to trust his judgement, but if you think we shouldn’t, then we won’t.”

“Thanks, Selina.” Jesse said with a bit of relief. “I just don’t think he’s thinking with his brain right now.”

A moment of silence passed between them.

“Mommy, I need more mawbewies.” Marcel called from the other room.

“What’s with this kid and strawberries lately?” Selina rolled her eyes as she opened the fridge. “It’s all he ever wants anymore.”

“You should just be glad he’s not eating crackers anymore.” Jesse shuddered. “I don’t think our couch will ever truly be clean again.”

[top-tier-tickles]

Make the Spider Sing

This is a FNAF: SECURITY BREACH tickle fic requested by an anonymous user. I hope you enjoy it!

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"GAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

That melodious laughter erupted from the dance floor of the west arcade. It was loud, the sound only amplified by the echo the walls provided.

"D-DEEHEEHEEHEEHEE JAHAHAHAY! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!" Glamrock Freddy cackled, squirming in the giant animatronic's grasp.

"Not until you dance!" DJ Music Man said, using two of his six hands to poke and tickle the bear.

Earlier, Freddy had decided to pay dj a visit, as Gregory was hanging out with Monty. The Gator had wanted to show him a new obstacle in his golf course.

After thar disastrous night, the virus was eradicated from everyone, along with new upgrades. One of the few upgrades was that Freddy could now control whether or not he dances on the West Arcade dance floor. An upgrade he- and everyone else - was rather thankful for.

Well, maybe not everyone...

DJ Music Man had always enjoyed the bear's company, he hadn't visited in a long while due to the bug being quite embarrassing to him. But DJ always liked it, it was amusing to see Freddy dance and groove along with him.

Now on this particular visit, the spider begun practically BEGGING Freddy to dance. Of course the bear refused over and over again, which of course lead to-

"GAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!"

-this.

The DJ chuckled, continuing his ticklish assault. "You gotta dance at some point, fred."

"FIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHINE JUST PUHUHUHUHUT ME DOWN!"

DJ Music Man laughed triumphantly, gingerly putting Freddy back on the floor, letting him compose himself, eagerly waiting for him to bust a move.

Of course, Freddy did, he danced every dance that could possibly fit within his catalogue. The floor shook from the heavy pounds of metal stomping around, by the time Freddy stopped dancing, both animatronics burst out in laughter, clearly amused by the silliness of the situation.

Pretty soon, their laughter died down, and the pair sat together, calmly talking as DJ idly played with a record.

"I still cannot believe you managed to make me dance..." Freddy sighed.

"Hey, it's a dance floor, you gotta dance."

"I suppose..." An idea popped into the bear's head.

"Actually, DJ, I'd like to ask you a question..."

"Shoot."

"Are YOU ticklish? If so, where?"

"Ah...Honesty, I have no clue. Heh, I've never really felt anything like that."

"Oh, really? C'mon, my friend, there's gotta be somewhere you're sensitive."

"Nah man, You don't gotta do that... You and I both know I'm too big for anythin' like that."

"Thats not true!"

"Yeah, it is. Plus, I don't wanna end up hurtin' ya."

"I promise I'll be careful, no one will get hurt."

The giant spider thought for a moment, then sighed, lying down so Freddy could reach him easier.

"Go for it, man." He confirmed.

And so, the glamrock bear did, he tried every possible spot that could be vulnerable to tickles, even some not-so common places, only to get nothing but silence the entire time.

"Wow, I suppose you really aren't ticklish..."

"Yeah, I guess they thought since I'm so big that I didn't need that feature..." honestly, DJ Music Man was a bit saddened by this, he'd observed the others tickle each other, and it honestly looked a bit fun!

DJ sighed, resting his head on the floor, one of his massive hands next to it, giving Freddy an idea.

He turned the hand so the palm was facing up, and began gently running his claws along the palm.

DJ let out a rather loud squeak, quickly pulling his hand away and rubbing it.

"What was THAT!?" the spider asked.

"Hehehe! I believe we've just found your ticklish spot, my friend!" Freddy chuckled.

Freddy pulled the hand close again, scribbling his fingers on the palm.

"Ahehihihihihi! Thahat feels wieheheherd! Hihihihi!"

"Yes, that sensation is called tickling!"

"Ihihihi know whahahat it's cahahahalled!"

"I don't believe presenting sass is the best option right now." Freddy chuckled under his breath, digging his claws into DJ's palm.

"AHAHAHAHAHA! WAHAHAHAHAHAIT! WAHAHAHAHAIT! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" DJ's laughter had a slight autotuned sound to it, like he was singing without actually singing.

"It sounds like music!"

His laugh went in waves, high notes and low notes bounced about the walls, until finally, Freddy let up.

The spider's hand went limp, he panted despite not requiring oxygen.

DJ collected himself, and he and Freddy sat calmly for a few minutes.

"Heh, thanks, I needed that laugh..." DJ said.

"Anytime, my friend..." The bear replied.

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THE END.

[mickeytheticklee]

Scream 6 tickle hcs with Mindy, Anika, Sam, and Tara

Doing this in hopes it'll spark a future tickle fic out of me

Mindy: Can figure out the tickle monster/lee

If she can figure out who's Ghostface she can figure out who can be a tickle monster

100% it's always Sam, even with the long discussions about it

Her as a lee is just running away 24/7

A tickle scene can come on TV and she'll immediately go to the other room, thinking someone will tickle her

Big squeaky laughter, squirms a lot

Anika tickles her A LOT

Usually she would tickle wrestle someone to get to her but with Anika she doesn't mind

She can survive being tickled all day by her

Let it be Sam and she's hiding

Has very ticklish armpits.

Anika: So clingy ler

Sweet baby that happens to be a ler

Loves cuddling Mindy anywhere then sneaks in a few pokes to her side

Or squeezes to the thighs like when they were at the frat party

She just won't keep her hands off of Mindy

Will sneak her hands from under her shirt to lightly get her tummy

Loves how Mindy won't admit she's ticklish until she kisses her

Will give tummy noms type of person

Won't be too much unless she's planning on getting revenge

Doesn't really do teases

I need a Anika to my Mindy 😭😭

Tara: Stubborn lee

She'll never be a ler with how short she is

I'm sorry but Tara is always grumpy like everyone needs to tickle her

Plus it's easy to put her into a tickle hug

She hates when Chad puts her into a big bear hug and ends up getting her sides tickled

Poor baby can't escape with how strong Chad is

Also a big squirmer

Is ticklish everywhere, only because Sam has tickled her everywhere

Hates (but loves) being tickled on her backside

Tries to be a tickle monster but can't tease for shit

Plus one poke and a few feet tickles and she'll automatically come back to being a lee

Sam: Dangerous ler

“Its me guys, I'm the tickle monster." Then everyone bolts out of the house as if they've seen Ghostface

Personally never liked tickling at first

But she saw it as an opportunity to bond with Tara more

Plus she likes giving small pinches to everyone while they're in the kitchen

Once tickled Tara at 2am at night and someone has an obsession with it

Tickled Chad once dressed as Ghostface to scare him

I'm sorry but girlie is truly evil at tickling and everyone knows it

“Where are you Mindy? Just wanna give you a hug ~" , with Mindy hiding in the closet

Can win in a tickle fight with whoever

Good asf in raspberries, just saying

[entertainmentgirl80]

KoKo's Insecurities (Robert "Bob" Floyd X Black Curvy Plus Size F!Reader)

Robert "Bob" Floyd X Black Curvy F!reader

Trigger Warning: this story is about insecurities issues hints of disability, also insecure about teeth (yes I'm talking about dentures) and there some angst but fluff at the end of the story, p.s. Bob is being the support boyfriend that we want & need.

Also this is part 2 of "I Think You Cute" >>

While you out & about with Bob and he showing you around the town during your stay in California, KoKo is happy that she is with someone that who really like her for her but in her mind she is worry that she not comfortable about who she is especially she has dentures on (because it's still uncommon that certain people around her age to have them) and also she is mild disabled too as well.

"Thank you for taking me out and showing me around the town Bobby" KoKo said

"Is no problem sweetie, there something going on that you want me to talk about?" Bob said to KoKo

"No it's fine, I'm don't wanna mess our date up." you said

But you knew Bob is not stupid and he knows what up with you but he didn't wanna ask you right away because he felt like he would push you away if you trying to poke a bear. Later that night at her aunt's house KoKo is in her room chilling and watching some Netflix or HBO Max on her tablet till suddenly Bob text you just to make sure you okay and stuff like that.

Bob: "Hi, what up just wanna know that are you free tomorrow night?"

KoKo: "Hey, no I'm not doing anything tomorrow night, why what up?"

Bob: "I'm was wonder do you wanna go to dinner and walk around at the park afterwards?"

KoKo: "Yes sure, no problem"

Bob: "Okay perfect, I'm pick you up at 5:00 tomorrow sounds good?"

KoKo: "Sounds good, see you at 5:00" *insert emoji kissing face* 😘

The next day you were getting ready for your second date with Bob and you making sure your makeup & outfit is on point, after you got ready for your second date, Bob just text you that he outside but however he texting you that can he meet your aunt before y'all go and she texted to said "yes" and Bob just got out his car and go to the doorbell and her aunt answer the door and introducing himself:

"Hi I'm Robert Floyd, I'm your niece's date and her aunt replied "Oh hi love so this is my niece's date she been gigging about and she been talking about you all the time, she never stop thinking about you as well, but come right in and I'm get her. KoKo your date is HERE!!!"

"OKAY!!" You said

"She coming now" her aunt said

As she walk out of her room looking beautiful as always with her t-shirt dress and her bucket hat match with her white slip on sneakers with light makeup on and Bob was really stunned that she still gorgeous the night that he met her at the hard deck. So y'all otw to dinner after you tell your aunt she see you later. While y'all at the restaurant that night y'all enjoying y'all self and Bob talk about his work at top gun and KoKo telling him how everyone especially Hangman (whom she befriends with at the bar) and then after dinner y'all walk to the park, during the walk you have something to said to Bob about some of your insecurities:

Bob: "It's a beautiful night to walk, ain't it?"

KoKo: "Yeah, but hey Bobby there something that I'm wanna talk to you about"

Bob: "Sure what up?"

KoKo: "Promise me you won't be upset or run away from me right?"

Bob: "No I'm wouldn't ever, you can trust me"

KoKo: "Okay one year later I'm have some of my front teeth taking out during dental oral surgery because of some of my teeth in the front gotten worst and there nothing can't do about it so now I'm have dental partial dentures so that why some of my front teeth look like that because it's fake. Plus also have a mid disability but I'm been having it since I'm was a kid so that yeah that why I'll gonna act differently because the way I am.

Bob: "Sweetheart, darlin why you didn't come clean about both of your issues towards me?"

KoKo: "Because I'm not the confident person that you met at the hard deck that night ago and plus I'm afraid you wouldn't like me that I'll have dentures on and being mild disabled person that I am". She almost started to cry

Bob: "Awwwe baby I'm so sorry that you been bottled up with those issues since I met you and I knew there something going on with you that you not yourself the other day but however you know I'm wouldn't never hurt you or mock you or even shame you that you are darlin because you is different from the other women that im saw from the bar that what I'm like about you because you stand out also cause you sweet too and I love you for that KoKo".

Those little three words that make KoKo's heart skip a beat and she pressed her lips to Bob's and it's was a passionate but a sweet & honest kiss that surprised Bobby out of nowhere. Instead Bob used his fingers to cup her chin up to deepen the kiss more and after hours that they making out while sitting down on the bench, she check her phone that it's late she have to go home but instead going back home, Bob gonna let KoKo spend the night at his place and cuddle till the morning so they went home together while holding hands and hop in the car and they gone to his place while riding the night away. 🥺🥰😌

A/N: this story is inspired by me and my insecurities issues especially my dentures & being mid disabled as well and also little correction this is inspired by of my aunt who is originally from California, also this is my first try of fanfiction I'm did my best so hopefully someone like it. 😅🦷😘