#so it’s like oh okay they’re getting a little silly w it. that’s fine

[citricjoy]

the first thing we see in the movie is stylized hyper violence and then after that each of the 2 remaining instances of gore are brutally realistic and i think that is sooo tasty. it sets a precedent and then subverts it in a way that makes benson’s murders seem even more vicious and cruel <3

[nereidprinc3ss]

slumber party

in which there's only one bed. fem bau!reader x spencer reid

fluff! warnings/tags: dark humor, (the word molest is used jokingly once but in my defense your honor its completely on brand for early seasons cm humor, if u cancel me u have to cancel the whole cast those are the rules, its just a joke cause reader always flirts w him aggressively, pls don't come for me i have a wife and children and three boyfriends to take care of,) mutual pining, bullying and death threats as flirting, they love each other so much and bicker like children, glasses spencer, (moans), emily and rossi are mentioned bc canon means fuck all to me, i think thats it but this is my most out of pocket duo so if i'm wrong lmk a/n: just a silly little thing that i cooked up, not a masterpiece but i think its cute!! I hope u enjoy!! lmk what you think!! looooveee youuuu

“Oh, there is no way.”

Your duffel bag hits the dingy carpet as Spencer is still closing the door behind you. 

“What? Is it—”

You give him a look over your shoulder, eyebrows raised as if to say, what are you going to do about this?

But he only manages to meet your eyes for a split second before they’re back to the singular queen bed, darting over the white sheets and pillows like he might find another mattress if he looks hard enough. 

Sharing a room with Spencer, you can handle. You've done it before. Whenever the team has to pair up at a hotel, you two are an obvious choice. And while you occasionally butt heads, mostly you adore each other and it's great.

But sharing a bed is a whole other situation.

One you were not prepared for. And evidently, neither is he.

Watching his big anxious eyes flit around the room nervously, you feel sort of bad for your reaction. You know you can be a bit… abrasive, sometimes. 

“It’s fine, I’ll just—I’ll see if I can share a bed with Emily or JJ in their room—”

Just then there’s a knock at the door. Spencer looks relieved to have something else to focus on, turning back around and quickly undoing the latch again before opening the door to reveal your favorite raven-haired SSA. Emily leans past the doorjamb, eyes immediately honing in on the awkward sleeping arrangement. 

“Oh my god! You guys too?”

“What?” You and Spencer ask at the same time. Emily raises her eyebrows at this and glances between you, but otherwise doesn’t comment. 

“Me and JJ only have the one bed. I thought it might just have been us.”

You frown. There goes your plan of sharing a room with them. 

“What about Morgan and Garcia?”

Spencer snorts.

“Something tells me Penelope wouldn’t be too torn up about it if that's the case.”

“Hotch and Rossi?”

The room goes quiet and a little chilly as the thought disturbs everyone equally. Emily frowns deeply.

“I don’t even… I can’t picture that.”

“Can we please not try to picture it?”

“Great. Okay, well. I just wanted to make sure everyone is suffering equally. Good luck, champs.”

“Thanks,” Spencer mutters dryly. Emily smiles, eyes darting between the two of you for just a moment too long, before pushing off the door frame and disappearing from sight. Once the door is closed again, a heavy silence ensues. “I’ll… I can take the floor—”

“It’s fine, Spencer. I’m not going to make you sleep on the floor. We’re both grown-ups. Besides, we like each other, right? It’ll be like a slumber party.”

“I’ve never had one,” he admits. His glasses slip further down his nose as he frowns. Your fingers itch to push them back up. 

“Then I’m happy to be your first,” you tease, facing him fully with your hand on your hip and barely resisting the urge to add, I’ll be gentle. “Do you want the shower first or can I?”

Spencer has a habit of looking you up and down like he doesn’t realize he’s doing it. Some might find it odd, but his utter lack of social graces is, lucky for him, incredibly endearing to you. 

“You can have it first,” he says, meeting your eyes again. “Just don’t do that thing where you get the entire bathroom soaking wet.”

“Aw. But I love doing that. It’s my favorite part,” you tease, scooping up your bag once more.

Twenty minutes later you’re emerging from the bathroom with damp hair, clad in loose shorts and a college hoodie. 

“Nice outfit,” Spencer says from the spinny-chair at the desk, examining your outfit choice with a scrutiny you wish you’d been prepared for. Really, you wish you’d known ahead of time you’d have a roommate and brought some alternate sleeping clothes. “I had no idea you felt so passionately about… Scooby Doo?”

“Shut up right now,” you grit, tossing your bag into the corner of the room and tugging your hoodie down over your cartoon-patterned shorts as far as you can. 

“What?” He’s laughing as he brushes past you on his way into the bathroom, bearing his own bag. “It’s a good look for you.”

Your face is burning as you choose the side of the bed furthest from the door. Springs creak underneath your weight as you sink down, sitting with your legs hanging off the side for a moment before swinging them up onto the mattress, leaning against the headboard and side-eyeing the empty space next to you. There’s really not very much of it. The bed feels even smaller than it looks. 

From the bathroom you hear the sound of the shower squeaking and starting up again—a cacophony of droplets against tile on the other side of the wall. You try not to be nervous as you imagine Spencer filling the space beside you in just a few minutes, hair wet and in pajamas. And yet you spend each second wondering if he’s almost done, wondering if the shower will finally sputter to a halt, and once it does, wondering how long it’ll be before he’s out again. It’s ridiculous how impatient you're getting—and by the time you finally watch the door knob twist you feel crazy. 

“I think that was your longest shower yet, Dr. Reid.”

The teasing affords you a moment to ogle him head to toe, taking in his choice of pajamas—tonight, familiar plaid pants and an MIT crewneck—as well as his hair which has already begun to dry. Briefly you wonder if he does that thing guys do, where they lean down and haphazardly dry their hair with a towel because they have no concern for its texture whatsoever. But you kind of doubt it, because his hair always looks so soft. 

“You were sitting here waiting for me?” He chuckles, and honestly you’d been expecting a shyer response. But you adapt quickly. 

“Maybe I was. Big spoon or little spoon?”

“Ha-ha.” He opens a drawer in the dresser and begins unpacking his clothes into it. It's a funny habit of his. You never unpack your duffel. “You took the better side of the bed.”

“Uh, yeah. I’m the woman. I get to do that.”

“Well you should know that if an intruder breaks in, I’m not fighting him off. You’d probably have a better chance than me.”

“And my chances will be even better if he’s distracted with you first.”

“So I’m just bait?” He scoffs, looking back at you. Strands of wet hair hang so prettily around his face, like the perfect frame around a work of art. You smile sweetly from your spot on the bed before playfully biting at the air in his direction. The message goes unspoken but reads loud and clear. Of course you are. You make such good bait. 

That gets a blush out of him and he has nothing else to say as he turns back to his drawer. Happily you lean back against the headboard, stretching your legs out and bouncing slightly in place. Beneath you the mattress springs groan and squeak in protest. 

“I hope you're not going to be this irritating all night.”

It's clearly lighthearted, but you promptly stop and frown at his back. 

“Call me irritating again and see where you end up sleeping tonight.”

“I just don’t see how you’re even more hyperactive than usual right now. Has anybody ever told you that you’re crepuscular?” Spencer asks, finally sliding the drawer shut and going to shut the overhead light off. Your eyes narrow. 

“Obviously nobody has told me that.”

“It means y—”

“I’m most energetic within the few hours around dusk and dawn. Contrary to your belief, Dr. Reid, other people are also capable of looking up words in a dictionary and remembering what they mean. Are you going to stand in the corner all night or are you gonna come to bed?”

“I am,” he scoffs, clearly embarrassed and shy and embarrassed of being shy. “I’m just… you look like you kick in your sleep. And hog the blankets.”

You shrug, folding your knees to your chest and hugging them quaintly. 

“I’ve never had any complaints. In fact, you should be so lucky to share a bed with me. All five star reviews, baby.” 

You toss a suggestive wink in at the end, which seems garish enough to break the tension so that Spencer can stop lingering in the corner like a sleep-paralysis demon and move to carefully take his place next to you. He almost mirrors your position, but his legs are too long to quite manage your level of compactness and so they simply fold underneath him. A few silent moments go by, in which you have the dumbest smile on your face and you keep glancing over to the side, waiting for him to be looking back at you. 

“This is already the least relaxed I have ever been in a bed.”

“Good thing we’re not going to sleep yet.”

Finally he looks at you, a casual mix of hesitance, concern, and moderate curiosity coloring his features. 

“We’re not?”

“Oh, my god, Spencer,” you snort. “I’m not gonna molest you. We have to do slumber party stuff, remember?”

He flushes again, glancing at the digital clock in his bedside table. 

“But it’s late. We should go to sleep.”

“At slumber parties you have to stay up until you literally can’t keep your eyes open anymore. Those are the rules. I don’t make them.”

Still, your insistence that you follow the international code of sleepover law goes unabided by Spencer. He simply leans over to flick off his lamp, bathing the room in darkness. 

“I appreciate the effort,” he says, and your eyes haven’t adjusted but you can hear the rustle of sheets and blankets as he gets under them, “but unfortunately we have to be awake and alert in five hours.”

“You’re no fun,” you huff, but climb under your own side of the cover and scoot down until you’re flat on your back, covered in blanket and hands folded on your sternum. 

Spencer doesn’t respond. 

It’s silent for maybe five minutes, during which your brain doesn’t slow down at all. Maybe you are crepuscular. Or slightly nocturnal. You have nothing but energy. 

In an attempt to get comfortable, you try adjusting your position.

The mattress squeaks. 

You do it again. 

Another squeak. 

A second goes by, and now you’re intentionally jostling about, squeaking the mattress as much as you can. 

“Would you stop that?” Spencer says, voice already gravelly with sleep. You manage, but you’re already devolving into a fit of giggles. “I’m going to smother you with this pillow,” he threatens, but you hear the disgruntled smile curling his words. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m just not in the mood to rest.”

Another moment passes. He sighs deeply. You smile into the dark. 

“What are you in the mood for?” He asks flatly, and you’ve won. 

“Tell me a secret,” you immediately demand in a hushed tone, flipping on your side to face his back. “Something you’ve never told anyone else.”

“I don’t—”

“Shh! You have to whisper it. Those are the slumber party rules.”

“I don’t have any secrets,” he whispers, clearly flustered, and to your delight, rolling to face the ceiling. “None that you’d want to hear.”

“Oh, now that’s just not true. You’re an enigma, Spencer Reid. You fascinate me.”

You’re only sort of kidding. 

“I… fascinate you?”

“Completely. You know, ever since you moved your desk across from mine I get distracted just staring at you and wondering what you’re thinking about. But you’re very… hard to read, sometimes. I think it’s because you’re a Scorpio.”

“The position of the stars at the time I was born has no bearing on my personality.”

“Fine,” you concede, still in a glorified stage whisper. “But that doesn’t mean you don’t display the archetypal Scorpio traits. You’re all brooding, mysterious. Kinda, I don't know... intense and sexy and unknowable…”

“Sexy?” He laughs, breaking the whisper rule. You grin and let it slide. You’d hoped he would catch that one. 

“Hey,” you snap, losing the smile immediately and lightly shoving against what you hope is his shoulder. “You’re supposed to be telling me a secret, damnit. I won’t let your wiles and charm distract me from getting what I want.”

“When have you ever let anything stop you from getting what you want?”

Truly, your cheeks are going to start aching with this constant back and forth between poker-faced and huge Cheshire smile. 

“Stop flirting and answer my question, Reid.”

With the amount of times you’ve made him sigh tonight he must be dizzy. You chew your lip apprehensively in the silence, picking a loose thread on your pillow. It’s so pitch black in the room, you can’t see him where he lies only a few meager inches from you. But you can feel his presence. You can feel the unexpected bass to his voice when he’s tired and speaking this lowly, which you’ve never heard before.

“All the secrets I’ve never told anyone are just… depressing.”

Your heart sinks a little at the way he swallows between words, like that in and of itself was hard to admit. Unthinkingly your hand slides into the small gap of white cotton between the two of you. 

“Not very good slumber party material, I think,” he laughs self-consciously. 

“You’d be surprised.” 

The sentiment comes quieter and more serious than you’ve been all night. If only you had the words to tell him that he can tell you anything. That you want to hold his secrets for him under lock and key. That you would never, ever do anything less than offer him kindness and support—even if it doesn’t always seem that way when you’re teasing him. 

“Do you have any secrets you’ve never told anyone else?” He murmurs eventually, so soft it could kill you. 

And you do. There are plenty of dark ones, probably not all dissimilar from those he’d elected not to share only a moment ago. 

But you don’t bring those up. 

Instead, you decide to admit to something silly. Still, it makes you nervous as you feel it coming loose in your chest. You’ve really never told anyone this, and it’s perhaps more vulnerable than you’d realized before the words were already leaving your mouth. 

“I, have…” You pause to laugh at yourself, and continue on. “I have a stuffed dragon that I take with me on every single case.”

“You do?” Spencer laughs, so loud and unexpected it almost hurts your ears, angling his head toward you. Blood rushes to your face. 

“Yes. He usually sleeps in bed with me. He’s an excellent listener and has been the origin of several of my most genius breakthroughs. You remember Gibson Cooper?”

“Family annihilator from Houston?” 

“Correct. He’s in prison because Oscar helped me make the Cook Creek Campground connection between the O’Hara and Diangelo families.”

“You have a stuffed profiler dragon named Oscar? Is he here?”

“He’s—I mean, I wasn’t expecting to share a room with someone.”

“So he’s in your bag.”

“Yes,” you seethe, “and I will not be introducing you to him. He doesn’t do well with men.”

“You are genuinely psychotic.”

You huff.

“Fine. I’m sorry I told you anything.”

You’re about to roll over onto your other side—but Spencer surprises you by catching the hand that had been outstretched in his direction. He carefully intertwines your fingers and squeezes gently. 

“You’re right. That was mean. Thank you for telling me about Oscar.” His tone is surprisingly teasing, and you’re so uncharacteristically flustered by this rare show of physicality and affection that you can’t muster an adequate comeback. Spencer doesn’t seem to mind filling your silence, though, sounding a little more solemn now. “I’m sorry I don’t have any secrets for you.”

The way his voice gets all thin and scratchy sometimes—it’s like the earnest sincerity just pours out of him. He can’t control it. He can’t be anyone other than who he is. Maybe that’s a part of why you love him so much. You wonder if he knows how much you love him. It’s not exactly a secret—anyone on the team would be able to tell as much. You’ve been relentlessly teased for the way you are with him. For your batting lashes and your lingering touches and your unabashed flirting. But beneath it all is true affection, and nobody doubts that. 

“It’s okay,” you decide with a squeeze of your own, after a moment of deliberation. “You’ll think of something. ’Cause, y’know—you’re stuck with me for at least a few more days.”

“Oh, god,” he laughs, and releases your hand, rolling over to face away from you. But you don’t mind. You’ll get lots more time to invade his personal space over the coming week or so. “Goodnight.”

“Sweet dreams,” you sing-song, turning away to face the wall with what is perhaps your biggest, stupidest smile yet.

[politemenacephd]

Arachnophilia: (Part Nineteen)

Drider!Miguel O'Hara x Reader (+18)

Chapter Masterlist 🕷️

Content: Plot time! Some fluffy conversation, Action, Some spider peril, aphrodisiac influence.

Word count: 4100 Notes: Ok so I've had extra time off w being ill to re-cooperate and I've actually got chapters 20 and 21 done so hopefully those will be up sooner! Thanks for waiting <3

‘You ready?’

You were milling about the HQ entrance with Mig at your side, preparing for your first mission together. You’d got into your hazmat suit just fine but Mig was struggling with his. They usually came with attached leg parts and he didn’t exactly have legs to fit into one, so his had been hastily made to order.

‘Argh—I hate this, clothing, thing—how did I ever wear this every day?’

You snorted at Mig’s quiet grumbles as you helped pull the thick plastic material over his stocky belly.

‘I’ve brought up the possibility of making an exception for you, with the- clothing, thing, but they’re being weird about it’ you mumbled.

‘I don’t- want you to go through any trouble for me’ Mig said. His voice kept catching as he squirmed. You noted how tight his suit was compared to yours, how it clung to his enormous shoulders like latex. Clearly whoever had made it hadn’t paid close enough attention to how big Mig was.

‘What was it you used to say to me? Oh no, arañita, I like doing things for you—that’s me. That’s also me. I like doing things for you, it’s why I am—’ you paused to give his suit one final tug. ‘In a relationship with you!’

Mig totally ignored that his suit was on, instead doing a little wiggle with his abdomen to the word ‘relationship’. Hearing it made him so happy.

‘Mm. Yes, well- okay.’ He bent down and reached out his hand, baying you to give him yours. You did, and he gingerly kissed your fingers before squeezing them between his claws. ‘I suppose I don’t mind you doing a little for me. If it makes you happy.’

‘You’re so silly’ you chided gently. For just a moment, you got to stand and look up into his big red eyes without worrying about anything or anyone else around you. His eyes creased as he smiled.

‘Mi arañita’ he whispered.

 It was simple, short, sweet. To you, it was an affirmation. To him, it was a confession of love he just wasn’t strong enough to make overtly quite yet. You bumped foreheads, since the suits stopped you being able to kiss, before withdrawing from each other.

‘May I, make a confession to you, arañita?’

‘Yeah, of course. Go ahead.’

‘I… I am certainly, excited, to see a new universe again. I used to dream about this when I was human, and while I gave up on my dreams when I changed it has been… exhilarating, to feel like a scientist again. I just…’ Mig paused and gently rubbed his jaw. ‘I’m, nervous.’

‘About what?’

‘About… You’ he said, his voice dipping. ‘About, putting you in danger.’

‘Oh Miggy- I’ve been a spider a lot longer than you have!’ you insisted.

‘Yes. And on your first mission, you met me. Because you—got hurt’ he said bluntly. Your teasing smile turned to an awkward frown.

‘Oh… Ohh. Right. Yeah. Well… Look at it this way.’ You turned and gestured to yourself, lightly tapping your chest as you stared up at him. ‘I completed my first mission specifically because I had your help. So, now you’re here with me, it’ll be even better! And I promise, I won’t get headstrong and try to go around you. I will accept your help.’

Mig still looked perturbed but he seemed comforted at the memory of helping you. ‘Yes… Yes, you are, correct.’

‘As always.’

‘Mm. Very humorous. Regardless, you are right. I helped you then, and, I can help now. I appreciate you understanding my concern, arañita. I also, as a show of good faith, will not stand in the way of you doing this mission. I trust you.’

You beamed up at him, and he beamed back.

‘I’m just rather surprised we got put on it at all. I was quite prepared for my, other half to get in the way’ Mig mused as he shook himself off. Immediately your face fell.

‘Ah... yeah. Me too. Me too’ you said quietly.

You’d been surprised Miguel had even okayed the idea of you both going out. He’d been so weird about Mig joining at all, and then out of nowhere he was giving you both a mission right after Mig passed? When you joined it took months to get any mission at all. Deep down, this whole thing had you a little on edge.

You were trying to keep your feelings to yourself, though, since you didn’t want to upset or worry Mig. He was settling in so well and you’d hate to cause him discomfort for no reason. You liked seeing him happy. You liked seeing him thrive.

‘Mi arañita?’

You blinked and glanced upward, only to find Mig staring at you. You must have gotten lost in your thoughts.

‘Ah- hey, what’s up now pretty boy?’ you asked, forcing a smile. His lips didn’t return the same softness. Instead, his face remained serious.

‘You’re worried. Yes? About my counterpart, and how quickly this mission was given to us. You’re worried that he has some ulterior motive. You’re worried he might be, setting us up, rather than stepping back.’

You sighed. God damn it. While you appreciated how in-tune you were, it also made hiding anything a little awkward. ‘Yeah. Yeah, I—was.’

‘I... Yes. I, feel the same, though I do want to believe he’s actually gotten better’ Mig murmured sadly.

‘I’d like to believe it, but I’m also not stupid’ you snorted. The two of you briefly went quiet as a gaggle of spiders webbed past you down the lobby, before slowly drifting closer again.

‘We- are, very similar, you know’ Mig explained. ‘I told you, once, how our paths only diverged in life when we changed. He became, him, and I became… this. But before that we were… so, so similar. Almost identical.’

‘That change was a long time ago, though, right? Like, so long that you forgot what clothes feel like.'

Mig chuckled at your light teasing, but his brows remained tightly knotted. ‘Mm. Yes. But, it doesn’t change that we are, in many ways, the same person. He used that very fact to convince me that I’m a monster, to convince me to hide.’

You pursed your lips at the reminder.

‘So… If I don’t believe he can change, then, it… means he was right about me, too' he said. His voice was deeply sombre. 

‘Mig, that isn’t—I mean that isn’t entirely fair’ you said with an unsure shrug. ‘Like… Look, Miguel is a different person to you. I can see the argument that you were given the same, basic components at the start, right? But you're so different now. He's a.... dick, and you're... you! You're YOU! My Mig! The, most, perfect thing!' 

Mig chuckled again, looking almost shy at your praise. ‘Just- humour me, please. It is for my own benefit, not just for his. I have to believe I am not doomed to be a bad person, and, I want to believe he isn’t either’ Mig insisted.

You weren’t convinced, sadly, but you did relent. You held up your hands and smiled as you slapped them down on his furry abdomen. ‘Okay. I mean I’d like for him to get better too, believe me, God it would save me SO much hassle!’

Mig purred, and at last a smile broke out onto his face. His cheeks lifted as he chuckled. ‘Yes. Me too. He—’

‘You ready to go?!’

You and Mig turned in unison as Jess called from the other side of the lobby. She was waving one arm over her head with the other cupped her mouth to make the sound carry. You could see that she was standing beside an open portal. 

‘Shit… alright, time to go’ you said. You straightened out your suit and straightened his too, a motion he tried to return until you shooed him off.

‘No, no—I don’t need petting down, shh—I love you too. Right. You ready, Mig?’

He fixed his posture and nervously raised his claws. ‘Ah… yes. Yes. I am- ready to do, heroic activities. Yes’ he blurted in a fully monotone voice.

You buried your face in your palm. ‘Oh my god I love you so much you’re such a god damn dork—OKAY, lets go!’  

You tried to strike a pose like you were trained to do but almost immediately tripped, so instead you went straight into climbing Mig’s back so he could take the lead. It was easy to look majestic while riding your enormous spider partner.

You clung tight to his fur as he scurried forward, and dragged you both through the open portal into this new and unknown world.

…

On the other side you thankfully landed safely, with Miguel angling his paws to slow the impact. As you eyes adjusted you realized quickly that you were on the top of some enormous building, and so you hopped down from Mig’s back to see the view.

This world was strange, far stranger than either Miguel’s or Mig’s or your's. Before you was the full, shining vista of New York, but this one had been entirely drowned in enormous neon plants. You could see flower heads in the distance that looks like normal flower heads up close, implying that they must be the size of a house in their own right, blooming and fluttering on the side of a high rise building that'd broken in half and was now leaning on another. 

The sky above was also strange; it was red, darker on top and lighter as it drifted down towards the horizon, ending in a dull and foreboding pink beyond what the eye could see.

There was no sound. No cars, no people. Just the rustling of leaves in the wind.

You breathed in through your suit mask and turned to Mig. He was fixated on the red sky, his hand held out in front of his face.

‘You okay?’ you called up.

Mig nodded. ‘Yes… You- do you see these, particles, too?’ he asked. You followed his eyes and squinted at the air in front of your face. He was right. There were tiny, pink dots floating in the air, like dust particles, just barely viewable. You waved your hand and watched them bounce and dance as your fingers disrupted them.

‘Huh. Oh, weird. Yeah they um- they mentioned the pollen, it has... Like an overwhelming effect on anything with hormones. Aphrodisiac. Makes you lose it. It's why this worlds deserted now.’

‘Yes. I- believe we should leave here as soon as possible’ Mig said slowly. You didn’t argue.

You turned and leapt back up onto his back, digging your hands into his fur. You held on tight as he turned and descended the building via the stairway.

On a monitor in a dark and distant room, Miguel watched the blurry little figure of you and Mig strolled through the abandoned city. His eyes narrowed. ‘Go on’ he said, almost purring. ‘Go ahead. Fail, and then let me watch you get dragged out by your necks in a pathetic heap.’

The building was entirely empty, which made the sounds you heard all the more unnerving. You realized pretty quickly that the oversized plants filling the area would occasionally move, slithering across cracked windows and floors like great, fleshy, neon green snakes. The floors would creak like footsteps when no one was there, and occasionally you’d hear a low groaning as if the building itself was alive.

Mig began to walk slower so he could step over the vines. They hadn’t done anything violent, but, he’d rather be safe.

As you emerged out into the city from the ground the size of it became far more imposing. Seeing those giant flower buds from the top made them seem almost normal, but from the floor the shadow of that gaping botanical maw filling the sky made you feel utterly miniscule.

You drew your watch to your mouth and whispered into it. ‘Lyla- Lyla, have you got a hold on the guy who escaped?’

‘Yeeeppp.’

The little AI flashed up beside your head as Mig cautiously began to walk down the empty street. ‘You hopped in close. He’s been still for a while.’

‘Do you think he’s hurt?' 

‘Nah, I mean- maybe. But I doubt it’ Lyla said with a yawn.

‘Why do you doubt it?’ Mig asked. She flickered over to glance him up and down as he walked.

‘My god you’re big, it always surprises me- uhhh I said I DOUBT it because he was wearing his suit when he jumped in which should keep him safe from the pollen.’

‘Okay. What are we dealing with then? A vulture, a symbiote, a prowler?’

‘Prowler. He’ll be wearing his suit but I think we removed his weapons when we brought him in, so, should be easy.’

‘Huh… I wonder if Miguel gave us an easy one deliberately’ you pondered to yourself. It seemed unlikely, but, maybe it was intentional? Maybe he was changing. ‘Okay, uh- thanks Lyla, we’ll call if we need anything else.’

You shut your watch and gently tapped for Mig’s attention. You didn’t speak, but you silently gestured for where he needed to go. He nodded and crept towards the building Lyla had pointed at.

As you approached the bottom floor it was empty, with broken windows allowing easy access to the inner rooms. It was unnervingly dark inside. The sun was too high overheard to reach inside, leaving nothing but a faint red glow broaching the edge of the dirty, vines covered concrete before it descended into shadow.

You tapped your watch to create a small beam of light. You carefully scanned the room from side to side, your eyes squinting to see through the gloom.

It was quiet. Too quiet. You could hear water dripping somewhere but couldn’t find the source. As Mig went to enter the dark he rustled his abdomen, signalling for you to jump. You hopped to the floor and in unison you both ducked. Together, you began to do a wide circle of the space.

‘Hello?’ you called, your voice echoing. You faintly saw Mig rustle with discomfort at you speaking, so you gestured for him to continue instead.

‘Sir! We’re from the society’ Mig cried. ‘I know that you were- reluctant, to come with us, but you were at far more risk here.’

You were about halfway in now. You were descending into the thick of the vines.

‘This universe is abandoned. There is no way home without us. If you come quietly, we can—’

Midway through speaking the vines were suddenly cut right above your head, and in a flurry of chaotic movement and sound you were thrown across the room.

‘SHIT—HEY!’

The unseen opposition dived forward and pinned your newly downed body to the floor, choking it out against one of the vines. You squirmed and kicked but you’d been taken off guard too fast.

‘GIVE ME THE WATCH!’

A deep voice echoed from behind the attackers mask. Shit, you thought, this must be the guy.

‘GIVE ME THE—’

Just as he’d tackled you the Prowler variant was tackled by Mig. In a blur of red and black fur your partner barrelled across the room and hooked the smaller man by the nape, and with nothing more than the strength of his neck he threw him up into the ceiling and then back down to the floor.

A low moan filled the air as you scrambled to stand.

‘Oh…. Fuck.’ You coughed and spluttered as Mig prowled towards the downed man. His venom was glowing where it’d leaked down his jaw, its viscosity appearing neon green in the dark. He had his claws raised.

Back in Nueva, Miguel continued to watch. He had his arms folded, his body stiff and unmoving, his eyes unblinking.

He was waiting for it.

‘Fuck… urgh, okay, um—you got the light cage, babe?’ you asked. You were wheezing hard from being pinned, and while Mig should have focused on containing the man on the floor he couldn’t help but be drawn to you.

‘Mi arañita? Are you okay?’

As Mig turned you raised your hand. You were about to say yes, you were fine. You were about to comfort him and remind him of what you had to do.

You didn’t get the chance, though.

The Prowler collected himself too quickly, and in a blind panic he leapt up and released the claws on his suit. He dove at Mig, the most obvious threat, hoping to get in a stab from behind, but luckily his claws weren’t strong enough to pierce.

He latched onto Mig’s back and he instantly began rustling and bucking, his size allowing him to quickly detach the attacker. You hastily threw a web out to pin him down to the floor again.

‘SHIT- Shit, baby, did he get you?! Did he—’

You froze. Mig had turned in an attempt to feel the back of his suit, and now he was facing the opposite direction to you. He was showing you his back. He was showing you, clear as day, the enormous cut marks in the plastic hide.

Slowly, Mig stopped. His arms fell to his sides, and he rolled his head to stare at you over his shoulder. His eyes were glowing the most unnatural pink.

‘Mig?’ you stammered.

He grunted, hard, and suddenly seemed to go down. His legs began to shake as his hands flew to his head. ‘MM—MM—’

You felt your whole body go cold. You knew what the air in this universe did. You quickly rushed to try and grapple him, hoping to either pin him with your webs or patch up the suit, anything your frazzled mind could think of, but Mig was quickly losing control.

‘MIG! Mig, hey! Stay down—let me help—’

‘AH—’ His body rustled violently as he panted. It burned. It was the most unbearable heat he’d ever felt, seeping through his veins like literal fire. His started drooling venom into the inside of the suit, coating the seethrough plastic on the front. ‘RRH—’

On the other side of the multi-universe, Miguel snorted. He didn’t smile, nor did he show any kind of outward joy. He just snorted.

What a shame that Lyla hadn’t been told about that prowler’s suit still had its claws intact when it was taken in. Claws that, while not deadly, were capable of still ripping an important piece of fabric. A suit, perhaps.  

Now you’d let the man escape into a dangerous universe. You’d have to crawl back with your out of control boyfriend. He went to turn when a cry drew his attention back to the screen.

Mig, in his panic, had pushed you back across the room.

‘DON’T—DON’T COME NEAR ME’ he cried, ‘I CAN’T- HURT YOU—ARGH!’

Miguel frowned.

You were carefully shifting yourself up from the debris. You weren’t hurt, it hadn’t been a hard push, but just like the Prowler he hadn’t accounted for his own claws. They were painfully extended, viciously sharp on every end, and in just lightly pushing you with the last of his strength he’d ripped three big holes in your own suit.

You felt your heart thundering.

In a whimpering panic you tried to block the holes with your hand but it was too late. All too soon you felt the pollen in your nose, your brain, your blood, your body heating into overdrive. You were doubled over as if in physical pain as the urge curdled inside you.

‘MM—’

Miguel stared at the screen, his eye twitching just a little. No, wait, he’d planned for one person to be able to call for back up. He’d planned this out perfectly, hadn’t he? Why was this happening?

‘Argh… Mig…’

You mewled pathetically as you crawled across the floor. You were throbbing everywhere, lightheaded from the blood flowing where it wasn’t supposed to, your insides clenching and pulsing and squeezing around nothing to a point that left you breathless.

Mig was no better. He was digging his claws directly into the concrete in an attempt to stay sane, to stay alert, but it wasn’t working. He drooled pools of spit and venom onto the floor as he ripped his suit aside completely. He had to bite. He had to pin. He had to unload. He could think of nothing rational in that moment. ‘AH—AH---’

In the panic your target had also cut himself free from the web. Still suited, still sober, he watched you writhe with narrowed eyes. He approached, curious, and delivered one kick to your exposed gut. You went down hard but didn’t have the strength to get back up off the floor.

‘YOU-- ARGH!’

Mig dove at the man and nearly clawed him to pieces, but the impact of the sweet, thick, dizzying scent was making it hard to see or focus. He swung blindly, teeth snapping, as Prowler backed away.

On the floor you whimpered, unable to move an inch from the multi-faceted pain. 

‘Wait, wait, no—’  

As he watched Miguel felt his confidence beginning to slip. You’d call for backup, right? You would. Yo had to. 

He thought about rushing in, but, if he did that, you’d know he’d been watching. Wouldn’t that look suspicious? Plus, it would ruin his plan.

His plan… What, exactly, was that plan anyway, some little niggling part of his brain asked?

‘FUCK!’

Your cry drew Miguel back to the screen.

You were writhing on the floor as you struggled to breathe. You and Mig couldn’t even reach each other. He was now consumed by the primal, lustful urge to protect his mate, to fight an opponent, which was keeping him in the thralls of trying to spear your assailant on his claws.

No one had time to pull either of you out, and that Prowler was still hellbent on killing you both to protect himself.

‘No, no, no—’

The blurry image of your body on the floor began to distort. Miguel slammed the monitor but it just continued to fade.

He began to pant hard. He hadn’t wanted this. Not this. He just wanted Mig to fail his first mission, he never wanted anyone to get hurt. He’d just wanted an excuse to remove him. He didn’t want this. He didn’t. He’d planned it perfectly. This was supposed to work. It HAD to work. He was doing the right thing. He was smart, he was capable, he was rational—

Right?

The more he thought about it, the more his stomach turned. Wait, but, he’d released that symbiote, hadn’t he? He’d jumped in the way, yes, but it could have caused Mig real harm. It could have caused you real harm.

‘Oh no’ he whispered. ‘No, no, no…’

One final, horrible thought filled his head: What was wrong with him?

‘Every day I have to fight to be good.’

His words to Peter rang in his head as he paced back and forth. How had he forgotten that? The simple reason, that he really hated his variant? Because he was broken. They were both broken. Both of them.

He swung back to the screen. He had to go, right? He had to go, he had to go and extract you and Mig.

All that anger, that resentment that he’d made righteous, it was fighting the one part of him that he clung to. The part that wanted to save you, no matter the cost. The part that was still good.

He told himself that this self-sacrificial nature, that was him. The REAL him. That was who he was beneath the dirt and the dust and the bitterness. But, no. As he stared at you clutching the floor, struggling to breathe, he knew it wasn’t.

It was all him.

‘Shit.’

Without wasting a second, without even grabbing a suit, Miguel pulled up a portal to that universe and dove in headfirst.

The pollen hit him like a physical punch to the gut. He felt it coiling around every hormone in his touch-starved body, pushing his brain into override. As he hit the road right before the store you were in he had to curl in on himself just to regain the ability to breath.

‘MM—Argh, fuck—come on—you’ve dealt with this before!’ he seethed.

With fangs dripping he clawed his way into the building. To his utmost relief he saw you almost instantly, still curled up on the floor.

‘COME ON!’ he barked. Miguel grabbed you under the arm and began to drag, though it was slow progress. He kept having to pause and bite his own hands in order to temper the unnatural urges filling his brain.

You were utterly useless at this point. Your body was limp in his grip, moaning and whimpering and shaking. ‘Mig.... My Mig—’

‘He’s… fuck—MIGUEL!’ He turned and screamed into the dark as the plants whipped and writhed.

Mig burst through the wall with a violent crack, his paws skidding on the ground. The person you’d been chasing was frantically scrambling to avoid his open seething maw and swinging claws, like a rabbit fleeing a wolf. With the last of his strength Miguel threw a light cage at the panicking Prowler before depoying a web at Mig’s legs, helping to at least stun him into stopping.

‘Ah… Okay, HERE! OVERE HERE! EXTRACTION!’ Miguel cried.

Mig jerked his head up so fast it snapped. He saw him holding your limp body and immediately his eyes dilated into slits. He hissed, spraying venom across the tiles.

‘I’M GETTING YOU OUT OF HERE!’

Miguel pulled up a portal and threw you into it before returning to grab the downed Prowler. He used it like a toy, lurning Mig up. The enormous man broke the webs around his legs with terrifying ease, and once back on his spider legs he stormed towards him.

Miguel led him straight through the portal at his back.

With a soft, otherworldly thwap, the portal disappeared. The world of plants was plunged into silence once more, and whatever chaos ensued, would ensue in Miguel’s office, back where it had all started.

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[gaybananabread]

Tickletober 29 ler Willow, lee Amity(belly button/tummy, boo shirt outfit)

TickleTober Day 29 - Magic

~Oooh, been a sec since I’ve written anything TOH. It was a bit of a challenge to get back into their swing of things, but I like how this turned out. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Amity

Ler: Willow

Summary: Amity’s in a lee mood, all her usual helpers not around to aid her. Luckily, Willow is there to lend a couple helping hands. Or rather, helping vines…

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!

Amity’s knee bounced in front of her as she sat on the couch, trying to appear somewhat normal. She’d been in one of those moods the whole morning, but Luz and Hunter had gone to the library for a comic signing. The two had been spending more time together, and Amity was all for it. It just made things harder for her at that moment.

Willow walked in then, carrying some lemonade she and Vee had made. It was just the powder stuff, but they’d added some blueberry juice as well. “Hey, Amity! You want some lemonade?”

“O-oh, sure.” She smiled as she took the drink, trying to stop her jitters. It was no use, though; her knee was bouncing again the moment she took her mind off it.

“Are you okay? You look…fidgety.” Willow sat beside her friend, her brows slightly pinched in concern. Amity usually wasn’t an antsy person, but she knew how far she’d let her problems spiral if they weren’t confronted head-on.

“I’m fine, Willow. Just…one of those days.” She wasn’t technically lying; it was one of “those” days, though she didn’t specify what “those” meant. The blue-haired girl wasn’t going to let that vague answer slide.

“Yeah, no. What’s going on?” Her tone was firm, yet caring. It made Amity feel a little guilty for hiding something so innocent from her, though the thought of saying it out loud made her stomach do a flip.

“Fine. I’m…” Amity sighed, feeling her face start to heat up. Her blush wasn’t full-tomato level yet, but it was still visible. “I’m in a lee mood, and Luz is out with Hunter today. I’m happy they’re getting along, but…well. Yeah.”

“Oooh, that’s all?” Willow smiled softly at that, an idea already forming in her mind. It had been a while since she’d done anything like that with Amity, but then seemed as good a time as any to take that next step in their rekindled friendship. “Want some help?”

Amity blinked, feeling the rest of her face pinken. Ugh, why did she have to blush so easily when she was in moods? “U-uhm, sure? Only if you’re comfortable.”

“Trust me, it’s no problem.” The girl raised her hand, a green ring lighting as she summoned a handful of vines. Amity’s face burned at the sight of them, a giddy feeling rising in her stomach. Oh Titan…

“W-Wihillow, wait-” Amity’s half-hearted protest was quickly cut off by her own giggles, a vine wiggling on the thin tank-top beneath her “Boo” shirt. The small plant was somehow very good at tickling, immediately making her squirm and giggle like a child.

“Wow, still works on you, huh?” Willow giggled as she watched Amity’s reaction, conjuring up a few more little vines to toy with the girl. It had been a long time since she’d been able to use the silly technique on the Blight, but it still worked perfectly.

“Y-yehehes!” Amity didn’t see a point in lying, leaning back on the couch as her fellow witchling’s magic continued to attack her. Willow followed her down, sending the extra vines to her personal favorite spot: Amity’s underarms.

“NAHAHAHHAHO! *snort* OHOHO MYHY TIHIHIHITAHAN!” The purple-haired girl was not expecting Willow to go for her worst spot so soon. The vines snuck under the warm fabric of her purple sweater, attacking the exposed skin beneath her arms. The black tank-top she was wearing beneath it did absolutely nothing to protect them.

“King’s not here right now, sorry. Just us,” Willow teased, sneaking a few jabs to the girl’s sides with her hand. Sure, she was using her magic already to be evil, but a few little pokes here and there wouldn’t hurt. “You still snort, too.”

“WIHIHILLOHOHOW!” Like she hadn’t noticed she snorted, the bully. Despite that, Amity was massively enjoying the tickling; the annoying buzzing in her stomach was gone, replaced with the chaotically blissful sensation of tickles.

“Yes?” She tilted her head innocently, acting like she had no idea what was going on.

Amity would’ve whined about that, but she was too busy laughing her head off to get anything other than the essentials out. Having your most ticklish spot attacked tends to make it kinda hard to talk.

“I-IHIT TIHIHICKLES! *snort* GYAHAHAHAHA!” Amity kicked her feet as a new vine settled on her stomach, that one teasing her navel. Willow narrowly dodged a foot to the face, holding back a few laughs of her own.

“Well, duh. That’s kinda the point, Amity.” Willow rolled her eyes fondly, acting exasperated at the statement. She might have been having more fun teasing Amity than actually tickling her. “You were dying for some, so that’s what I’m giving you, silly. Did you forget?”

“N-NAHAHAT THEHEHERE! *snort* MOHOHOVE!” Amity shook her head as she cackled, pleading with the young witch beside her. She could only take so much under her arms, and she wasn’t done with the tickling yet.

“Alright, alright. Since you asked so nicely.” Willow’s words were full of sass, but she did as she was asked, focusing in on the Blight’s belly. The two vines under her arms receded, disappearing into Willow’s sleeves. Only the two on her stomach remained, soon joined by the blue-haired girl’s hands.

“G-geheheez, Wihillow! Youhuhu’re mehehehean,” Amity whined, sucking in air between giggles. Her face was on fire with her signature blush, making it difficult to take anything she said seriously.

“I wouldn’t say I’m mean. Just efficient.” Willow giggled as she said it, spidering five fingers on either side of her tummy. Meanwhile, the vine in her navel continued to wiggle about, pulling little squeaks and the occasional hiccup out of the witchling. The vine that was in the middle of her stomach had moved, twirling lazily across her side.

“Thahahat’s nohot ahahahany behehetter!” Unable to hold back any longer, Amity grabbed Willow’s wrists and gave them a little shove. She wasn’t done quite yet, but she couldn’t keep her arms up.

“Oh, here: lemme help you with that.” With a smirk, Willow sent the vine on Amity’s side up, coiling it around her wrists and hoisting them above her head. There wasn’t any pressure, but she made sure Amity couldn’t escape the hold.

“Ihihi dihihidn’t ahahahask!” Amity weakly tugged at her wrists, her eyes silently thanking Willow for the help. She didn’t have to worry about holding back her squirms anymore, thrashing and twisting in the vine’s hold.

“Didn’t have to. I’m just that good, Blight,” she taunted, suddenly vibrating both of her hands into the girl’s stomach. Amity kicking out, squealing before dissolving into a wicked giggle-fit.

“GYEEEEHEHehehehehe! Wihihillohohow *hic* nohohoho!” Amity shook her head, little tears of mirth beading in the corners of her squeezed eyes. She couldn’t keep them open any longer, just blindly giggling beneath her friend.

Willow took that as a good sign to stop, slowly switching from tickles to gentle belly rubs. She dispelled the remaining vines, her magic slowly receding back into her. “You okay? Want some water?”

“Y-yeheheah, and yehes plehehease.” Amity took a few deep, giggly breaths as she recovered, relaxing from the soothing rubs. Willow was surprisingly good at tickle aftercare; then again, Willow was good at a lot of things.

“‘Kay. Be right back, tomato face.” Willow got one last crack in before heading to the kitchen, leaving Amity’s mouth agape. She wasn’t that red…

Oh, who was she kidding. She was as red as a sunburnt ghost.

Willow returned with a nice glass of ice-cold water, which Amity happily gulped down. The little cubes of ice clinked in the glass as she finished it, promising some more hydration when they melted a bit. Amity set the cup aside before meeting Willow’s gaze, her face somehow burning even brighter.

“H-hey, uhm…thank you for that, Willow. It really helped.” Amity’s voice was a little light from embarrassment, but she didn’t break eye-contact once as she spoke. “You’re a good friend.”

Willow beamed at the praise, a happy smile lighting up her already-cheery face. “Aww, thanks, Amity! I’m glad you trusted me with it.”

“Of course; you’re awesome.” Amity straightened herself out on the couch, scooting a little closer to her friend. Willow immediately met her in the middle, the two teens leaning against each other in a half-cuddle.

Amity sighed happily, relishing in the giddiness and warmth she felt in that moment. She’d have to ask for Willow’s help more often…

[thisisnotkitty]

hello securitywaiter nation have you thought about ness being abby’s teacher bc I HAVE

below the cut because i can't shut up ever :D

-abby does well enough in school academically but is still needs some work in the socioemotional dept

-when she starts a new school year mike is a bit worried but then she comes back home absolutely ecstatic and mike is like “okay this is good”

-she talks all about how mr. ness lets her color while he teaches and how mr. ness gave them all name tags w silly drawings (hers is a bear) etc etc

-mike is actually really happy bc most teachers have a hard time understanding abby (heck, he has a hard time understanding her) so he’s looking forward to meeting this mr. ness during back to school night

-it goes on like this for awhile, with abby raving about mr. ness and mike is just happy that his little sister seems to be doing better in school. the first time she comes home talking about these kids she hung out with at recess he practically cries

-back to school night is here and the first time mike sees this mr. ness he’s like abby u traitor you didnt tell me this man was exactly my type (he doesn’t actually tell her bc he never brings up his lovelife around her - not that he’s had much of one - but still isn’t this the type of things siblings know intrinsically)

-anyways they’re having the kids show their guardians around the classroom and their seats and everything and then mr. ness is explaining the way his class works and mike is totally paying attention. yup. he’s not distracted by those chocolate brown eyes at ALL

-so they’re waiting to do the one-on-ones with the teacher and mike crouches down next to abby and tries to be all chill “hey, abs. has mr. ness ever mentioned a partner or anything?” acting all nonchalant

-but abby sees right through him and is immediately like “he’s single! do u want me to put in good word for you?” and mikes like “NO i have no idea what ur talking about haha i just wanted to know bc it’s important to know that about ur teachers okay wait why are you smiling like that”

-(abby’s a little menace and already ships it)

-when it’s finally their turn mike is just chanting to himself “be normal. be normal. be normal” lmao

-but now that he’s sitting face to face with the teacher he notices that he has freckles and every chance he had at playing it cool goes out the window

-ness is telling him all about how well abby is doing in class and if there was anything he could do to make it easier for her in the classroom and abby’s just sitting there looking at mike internally screaming with a smile

-so she turns to her teacher and is like “you should get mike’s number just in case something comes up. he’ll probably think of some things later since he’s been taking care of me alone for awhile” (bc u know when kids do that things where they kinda trauma dump at the most random moments lmao)

-and ness at first refuses and is like “im sure email works just fine!” and abby’s like WHYY is he not just taking the bait and then she has like a lightbulb moment

-bc ness probably assumes like everyone else that mike is a single father and abby’s his daughter and abby’s like oh no how do i make this work

-so she goes full anya mode (for my spy x family watchers) and is like “im sure mike would appreciate having your number on hand! he’s a very protective older brother you see. taking care of his little sister must be hard. i’m sure being a big brother like him is hard so it’d be for his peace of mind. did i mention he’s my older brother”

-and ness also has a little bit of a crush already forming so he doesn’t catch the obvious set up and is instead distracted by the fact that the handsome guy in front of him is in fact NOT a single father so maybe he does have a chance wowow

-yup so they exchange numbers andddddd ill come back to this later i really need coffee

[kyngsley01]

plsplspls go into more detail about your silly little au, i need them for my brainrot(only if you want to ofc ^^!)

*Cracks knuckles* Buckle tf up bc this au has been rotting my tofu brain for several days now <3

SO. Personality switch au? Or alignment switch au? Not sure what to call it. But all we know is that Scarab is yellow and almost nice now and Prismo is well… Nightmo.

Nightmo loves messing around and twisting the wishes of his visitors in the worst ways possible. Nobody likes this freak, but it’s hard to not develop a sick sense of humor when you can’t even use the time cube-provided tv because of how bright the screen is! Dude’s just sitting up in here all by himself in the dark most of the time.

Scarab (or Goldie, which I’m going to call him sometimes to differentiate between him and OG!Scarab) is a god auditor… if you can really even call him that. The guy majorly sucks at his job, often failing to catch his quarry because he’s weak to sob stories. The guy ultimately wants to do good by both the multiverse but also all beings who reside in them, which is really hard when you’re supposed to be an unfeeling space cop. Orbo’s on his ass about his failed missions all the time, which leads him to picking up Nightmo’s bounty (the guy really needs a breakthrough, okay ;-;?)

So anyways, Nobody has been able to catch and contain the rogue wish master, bc, like, he can simply poof you away into some god awful forbidden corner of the multiverse, always making sure to snatch the offender’s crystal beforehand so they’re stuck. Worse, if he finds you interesting enough, he’d toy with his hunters-turned-captives until he’d get bored and resort to the same measure mentioned previously. Goldie knows that he’s got like. No chance against this guy, so what does he do?

He makes a wish. Simply surrender himself to the vessel to be turned into the Citadel. Simple enough right?

Nightmo, obviously, seriously misconstrues Goldie’s wish.

“Oh~? Which ‘vessel’ am I supposed to surrender myself to, bug?”

“W-what? Obviously the one in my hand! What other vessel is there?”

Needless to say Nightmo’s been itching to get out there in the multiverse, but he wouldn’t be able to do much squished into that pitiful egg, but that pretty, /shiny/ body of Goldie’s? Oh, that would do just fine~

Wish granted! Goldie’s stuck with the worst mind-roomate ever until he can physically bring himself back to headquarters to turn the wish master in for his heinous crimes! Which, with Nightmo at the steering wheel, was not going to happen anytime soon. Loopholes are so fun to exploit~!

Shenanigans ensue 💕

[adventurer515]

i forgor i had this in my docs bc i was too focused on my guardian angel au… um this is based on that one angelic blood = drug fic w the straw (WOW HOW SPECIFIC) :’)) the premise was supposed to be jealous lucifer baiting alastor w his blood the entire time,, i’m posting the start here bc i still find it rlly cute but im not sure abt finishing it… it’s unedited also so just a head’s up 😔🫶

Warnings: blood drinking, drug use, mild cannibalism, domestic fluff

Lucifer and Alastor’s little understanding does not prevent their bickering. If anything, their understanding just makes the bickering even more frequent! Alastor just exists to irritate him no matter what, apparently beyond amused by his annoyance and proud at his ability to tick him off.

(“Did you really have to put my blood in a toy teacup?”

“It’s classy! Besides, Nifty gave it to me. Who would I be if I were to not use such an auspicious gift? Look. It even matches your eyes! Ah, ah, ah. Kindly please don’t melt the teacup, Lucifer.”)

Charlie thinks that their interactions are sweet and that she’s glad that they’re getting along, but Lucifer would like to disagree. They can barely stand to be in the same room apart from feedings at night where he can cling to Alastor as much as he wants, relishing in the free physical intimacy and comfort that the radio demon provides while he eats.

(“You’re squeezing my ribs too hard.”

“You’re literally eating my shoulder. If anyone has a right to complain, it’s me!”)

It makes Lucifer feel less lonely about Lilith leaving him as he finds comfort in Alastor. He knows very clearly that Alastor mostly sees him as a food source, the king of hell that lives right across the hall, and Charlie’s dead beat dad, but it’s fine. Alastor can be strangely sweet at times, even if he shows them in unconventional ways.

(“Here! I have made you some dinner. It’s very delicious, so you can stop eating those pancakes now.”

“Oh, thanks? But why?”

“Your blood sugar is too high during feedings. It leaves a taste.”)

Besides, even if whatever they have can be strange to him, Lucifer is okay with it. He knows that, in some way, he’s special to him. Alastor very rarely allows people to touch him, especially so closely (only his friends he’s had for years, even Charlie at times, but never men, for some reason). He knows that he holds Alastor’s respect and it bothers him whenever Lucifer says something condescending or doesn’t pay attention to him (Alastor likes the attention and the ability to hear the sound of his own voice, but Lucifer honestly just thinks he’s a narcissist).

However, it’s Lucifer’s blood that he’s really after. As the only Seraphim in the Pride Ring—and Hell itself—Alastor understands that being able to drink so freely from him and so often is something he won’t easily trade away. It leads to Alastor being especially territorial over him, especially when eating, and Lucifer—while fully capable of protecting himself—finds himself with a more than capable bodyguard. It also provides some assurance that Alastor keeps Charlie and the Hazbin Hotel in his best interests.

Their understanding is unconventional and manipulative on both sides, but it’s nice to have and the security is comforting.

Until that security is threatened.

((By the way, the angelic blood = drug fic series mentioned is the one with Snake in the Grass, Apple of My Eye, and the Silly Straw, which are all by anon.))

[teddybeartoji]

MICKEYYY i’m sneaking out of my blanket fort… leaving a treat and some flowers on ur bed (ominously)……. 🥞🌻🌷🌹🛌 i hope ur day is going super nicely !! :33 IT’S TECHNICALLY SPRING HOW R WE FEELING it’s still gray n sludgy here :((( but i hope it’s better where u are !!!

anyway anyway i just wanted to check in w u BUT i also wanted to ask….. what hq ep are u on + who r ur faves so far ?? 👀👀 idk if u’ve met noya and asahi yet but i love them sm they’re my pookies. IT’S SUCH A FEEL-GOOD SHOW ISN’T IT it makes me smile sm too !! T—T

ily mickey i’m crawling back into the blanket fort (sneakily) (ominously)….. tell armin i love him <3

ARIIIIII MY LITTLE IRIS<33333333 i love me some ominous flowers mwahahahaha thank you they're so beautiful!!!!! IT'S VERY MUCH SPRING HERE TODAY!!!! idk how long that's gonna last but today is super super good!!! it's sunny and it's not too cold either wahhhhh i'm automatically feeling so fresh n hyped lmao I'M GONNA SEND SOME OF THE SUN TO YOU THOUGH I'LL CUT IT IN HALF AND YOU'LL GET THE BIGGER SIDE I PROMISE!!!!!

here's the guy!!!! we just went outside we both wanted to feel the sun<333333 i wanted to go to the park but uhhhh my period kinda has me in lockdown though💀💀💀 fuck that bitch but even that little piece of sun made me feel so much better already🌻🌻🌻🌻

HQQQQQQQQQ I LOVE IT SOOOOO MUCH!!!!! i'm currently on season2 ep 12!!!!! I DON'T THINK I CAN PICK A FAVOURITE THOUGHHHHHH LIKE I LOVE THEM ALL THEY'RE ALL A BUNCH OF CUTIES ok maybe hinata is my favourite................ HOW COULD HE NOT BEEEEEEEEE HE'S A LITTLE RAY OF SUNSHINEE I NEED TO PUT HIM IN MY POCKET he gets so excited over everything and ahhhh he just means the world to me.....

i was gonna make fun of his height the other day bc he really is super tiny next to all of the other players but that was until he said that he's 163cm and................................................................................. i can't really make fun of him if we're LITERALLY the same height now can i.....💀

pls i almost cried already too...... the eps with tsukishima and his brother:((((((((((((((( when he saw that he wasn't even on the court:(((( yeah that got me a little bit but i'm so happy that he's more comfortable on the team now and that he's enjoying it!!!!!!!! i love him.

kuroo is so funny too............. hehehhehehe gojo has transformed into a high schooler....................................... pls the scene where tsukki asks him why is he even giving them advice when they're techically rivals and he just goes "well, i've just always been a really nice person" as the lighting is making him seem like some angel ahsghghasghaghah so silly i loved it a lot

WAITT BUT I ALSO LOVE NOYA AND ASAHI AAAAAAAAAAAA i've never loved the whole cast of a show this is kinda crazy. everybody being so afraid of asahi just bc of his size is so funny poor guy lmao ALSO bc you know i'm on my voice actor bs did u know that asahi's va is the guy who also voices kunikida??????????????????? SO COOL

OHHHHH ANDD WHEN HINATA AND KAGEYAMA FINALLY GOT THAT FAST ATTACK RIGHT???????????? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THAT WAS SOOOOO CUTE I LOVE HOW EXCITED THEY ALL GET WHEN THEY GET A POINT and i love how much they all praise each other all around????? "nice receive" and "don't worry about it" and "we got the next one"????????????????? wahhhh it really is a feel good show my cheeks hurt from watching it

i think i have an extra soft spot for sugawara too!!!!! he deserves his own little mention he's a sweetheart

THIS GOT SO LONG AGAIN WHEWW BUT I REALLY AM ENJOYING IT I LOVE THEM ALLL SO SO SO MUCH they all deserve a good hair ruffle (coach ukai is getting a cheek kiss he's so fine) WAIT ALSO I LOVE THE GIRLS!!! THE MANAGERS!!!!! THEY'RE SO SWEET OH AND TAKEDA TOOO FUCKKK I JUST LOVE EVERYBODY OKAY<333

too much love i might die ari please hold me..... cue very dramatic sigh.... IS YOUR BLANKET FORT COMFY DO YOU WANT ME TO MAKE IT BIGGER? BETTER? DO YOU WANT MORE SNACKS? TEA? COFFEE? MORE PILLOWS MORE BLANKETS????????? I NEED TO MAKE SURE YOU'RE FEELING GOOD THIS IS A MUST!!!! YOU'RE MY NR.1 PRIORITY!!!!!!! anyway i hope the sun will come out soon for you too i'm making the call rn I LOVE YOUUUU<333333

[boypussydilf]

for the letters ask meme M O and U. for fun. mou <- said like a cat with a silly voice

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGHHHH CATBOY BLAAAAST *a ray of bright light disintegrates me into ash* *when it clears i have turned into a little cat*

m - name a character you’d like to have for a friend

So many…………. so many…….. i w GASP. I WANT TO HANG OUT WITH FINN MERTENS AND KOYUKI AZUMAYA AT THE SAME TIME. They would put me into life threatening dangerous situations but it would be okay because they can protect me from anything. they are trying to teach me self defense and it is NOT working i have poor reaction time and no muscles. we are also going clothes shopping and getting food. it would be great. genuinely i need to go think about what would happen if finn and koyuki got to hang out now they have. similar experiences. what if you were raised to Go Out And Fight ever since you were a little kid and also you were in some way fundamentally estranged from the common human experience. but also you were just so funny and silly and charming. anyway they’re my friends :)

o - pick a song at random. what character/ship does it remind you of

Alright playlist of nearly one thousand songs let’s see what shuffle brings me. Hmm. Shuffle brought me remains of the day from corpse bride which. Is. Much too specific. What that song reminds me of is corpse bride. Let’s try something else. OH. PORTUGAL - WALK THE MOON WHICH ISNT 100% LYRICALLY APPLICABLE BUT IT ALWAYS MAKES ME THINK OF A REALLY GOOD GRAVITY FALLS AMV I SAW SET TO IT… gives me psychic images of mabel & dipper. Ok let’s get one more song just for fun. oh i got fucking land of the dead by voltaire. isnt that the billy & mandy theme song. or whatever that show is called. anyway i only know that song exists because of my friend Darwin from Tumblr Ask Blog The Reckoning so. you guys heard of the reckoning? it’s good.

u - 3 favorite characters from 3 different fandoms and why they’re your favorites

i wonder if i can come up with all characters who r my favorites for anything other than Kin Reasons. because most of the time, it is Kin Reasons.

sgt frog: dororo. because ever since i was young i have been easily bewitched by sad pathetic loser men.

psychonauts: loboto- ok so like i didnt get the loboto hype at first when i watched the first psychonauts game i was like yeah hes… fine… i guess? hes barely fucking in that though? why do people care? and then iwatched rhombus of ruin and i. i am not immune to the Guy With A Sad Backstory effect. maybe iwould not call him my favorite psychonauts character if i had seen psychonauts more recently and had actually. Seen The Other Characters recently,. but in the period of time ive gone without directly looking at psychonauts at all my emotional response to caligosto loboto has grown exponentially, i am bewitched by his freak tendencies. God damnit i already said bewitched already. Oh well. You know what? Fine,. Let’s make it a running theme. Let’s go for a third

adventure time: BETTY. YOU GUYS KNOW WHY THE FUCK THE GUY WHO PUT SIMON AT THE TOP OF HIS LIST OF NAMES THE SECOND THE F&C TRAILER DROPPED LOVES BETTY GROF. But I would be obsessed with her either way, because ever since I was young i have been easily bewitched by chaotic unhinged in-need-of-professional-help women.

takes a bow. Thank you for coming everybody

[mountttmase]

FIRST OF ALL, YOU DON’T HAVE TO APOLOGIZE, THE WAIT HAS BEEN MORE THAN WORTH IT🤭

SECOND, OMGG THEY ARE HERE, MY BABIES🥹

‘Mase, you up there?’ You called, not hearing any signs of life apart from the rustling of the leaves above but as soon as you spoke you saw the light of his torch flicker on. OMG WHY DOES HE HAVE A TORCH, WHERE ARE THEY😂

‘I’m here, you need a hand?’ He offered, his face coming into view above you but you shook your head. Grabbing onto the wooden ladder as you began to hoist yourself up and into his treehouse. ‘This better be good, Mount. Cause if I get stuck up here again I’ll make sure you never kick a ball for the foreseeable’ OMG? THEY’RE IN A TREEHOUSE? OMG? I CAN’T😭😭😭

‘I forgot, you can’t leave the house without your lipstick on’ he jibed, making you roll your eyes but you knew he was right. Ever since you were little you loved wearing makeup and as soon as you discovered red lipstick you wouldn’t put anything else on your lips. Mason rarely saw you without out as you never felt complete unless you had it on but Mason never made you feel silly about it. THE LIPSTICK, PEOPLE, REMEMBER THIS LIPSTICK DETAIL, LISTEN TO ME THIS WILL BE IMPORTANT

MY BABIES MEET IN NURSERY, I’LL COMBUST

The treehouse you were currently in was in Masons garden, a street away from our own house and you used to come up here years ago all the time to get away from the adults. However, ever since Mason was growing busy with football and you were focused on your exams so you could get into uni, it was rare you did anything like this anymore. THIS IS LIKE THEIR LITTLE SAFE PLACE🥹

‘I’ve been signed’ he blerted, his wide toothy grin on full display and even though you were happy for him you had no idea what he meant. OMG HE BLURTED IT OUT LIKE THIS

‘Well yeah, but this is different. I’m going out on loan to another club and I’ll get to play properly. Like proper first team football’ he told you, his excitement infectious and you couldn’t help but smile along even though you were still a little confused. MY BABY BOY IS HAPPY

‘But I can come and visit right?’ SHE WANTS TO GO AND VISIT HIM, BUT SHE DOESN’T KNOW IT MIGHT BE A BIT DIFFICULT🫣😫

‘Well that’s kinda the thing’ he huffed. Scratching the back of his neck like he always did when he was nervous and you were sure you weren’t about to like what he was going to say. ‘It’s not around here’ OH NOOO

‘That’s okay, I’ve made the journey up to Chelsea all the time’ you countered. Thinking he should have known you’d drive to him to hang out no matter where in the country it was. ‘And surely you’ll have away games? I’m sure some will be near my uni, right?’ ‘Not exactly, y/n. It’s in the Netherlands, I’m moving overseas for a year ’ MY HEART BROKE 😭💔

‘I don’t like the thought of you being in your own all the way over there’ you pouted but he just sent you a reassuring smile. SHE IS A CUTIE

‘No it’s okay, mums gonna live with me for a few months till I get my bearings and I’ll be fine after that. It’ll be good for me, you know? I might actually learn to grow up’ he laughed, tapping your knee in jest as you were always the first to call out his silly behaviour but even though he was making a joke of it, you didn’t want him to change. You loved that Mason didn’t take anything too seriously and some of your happiest memories he was involved in. ‘But I like you as you are’ you whispered, watching his face soften slightly. ‘Well even so, I’m still coming to visit. It might not be as frequent as before but I’ll still be there’ SHE WILL STILL BE THERE FOR HIM…MY HEART🥺🥺

‘I hope not’ he laughed, pulling away and reaching into his pocket where he produced a medium sized jewellery box and you felt your bottom lip drop immediately. ‘I haven’t even opened it yet’ he giggled, bumping his shoulder into yours playfully and you didn’t want to ruin the moment so you held it together as best you could. OMG THE NECKLACEEEEE🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

Inside was a tiny white enamel heart on a dainty gold chain. It was simple and understated and definitely something you’d wear so the fact he’d picked it out made you smile. I MIGHT CRY

‘Oh Mase’ you breathed, your watery eyes looking up into his soft ones and the small smile on his face made your heart thump in your chest. ‘it’s lovely’ ‘Turn it over’ he whispered, nodding down into the box and after a beat you carefully reached out to flip the heart over and you caught sight of the small M engraved onto the back. THERE’S IS INITIALLLLLL 😭

‘Sorry if it’s a bit cheesy, but we won’t be able to see each other as much as I want to, and I just wanted you to have something from me’ he explained quietly and his thoughtfulness made you want to sob. OMG HE IS JUST SO CUTE, AND SWEET AND LOVELY AND CARING🥺🤏🏻

‘That’s okay, I’ve wanted to get you something for a while just to say thanks you know?’ ‘Thanks for what, I haven’t done anything’ you laughed but he just playfully rolled his eyes and he set the box on his thigh so he could get it out. ‘You have. You’ve always been here for me like you’re the bestest friend I’ve ever had’ he explained and as much as you wanted to tell him you felt the same, you were feeling terribly shy and did what you always did in these situations and tried to cover it up with humour. OMG, I LOVE THEMMMMMMM AHHHH THEY ARE SO PERFECT

HE HELPED HER PUTTING THE NECKLACE ON AND I HONESTLY GASPED SO LOUD😫🫠

‘Thought you might need something to remember me by’ I AM SURE SHE WILL NEED IT

‘Of course you’re good enough’ you laughed, bumping his shoulder with yours and the sound of his laugh made you smile. SHE IS HIS FIRST FAN

‘You know if I do make it, I’ll finally be able to afford to take us on that safari we’ve always talked about’ Mason laughed and even though it was still a pipe dream, the thought of the pair of you maybe getting to do something you’d always dreamed of excited you more than anything. THE SAFARI, OMGGGGG I AM SCREAMINGGGG SOOO MUCHHHH AHHHHHH🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

‘You sure you’re gonna have time for little old me when you’re all big and famous?’ You teased. ‘Of course I will, I’ll always make time for you no matter what, you know that right?’ HE’LL ALWAYS MAKE TIME FOR HER

‘Listen, I need to tell you something else. I didn’t bring you here just to give you that’ he mumbled, his voice quiet as he looked almost shy and you sat quietly in hopes he’d carry on talking. ‘I want to say something, okay? I didn’t want us to leave with anything unsaid between us and i need you to just hear me out’ OMG OK, IT’S THE MOMENT🫣

‘I really like you’ he admitted, eyes trained on the floor as you gave him time to carry on speaking. ‘Like, not just as a best friend…’ OMG OMG OMG

‘I just wanted to know if you liked me too, in that way? Cause if you did you know I’d do anything to make it work like whatever you want me to be I’ll be’ he smiled, looking up at you hopefully but you knew your expression was one of shock. ‘I really think I could make you happy, you’re my best friend y/n but I really want us to be so much more and it didn’t feel right not saying anything before I left’ THE DELICACY HE USED TO SAY THIS…😫

Mason was your best friend, the person you told all your secrets to and the one who’s presence brought you comfort like no other and whilst you couldn’t say you'd never thought about him as more once or twice there was no way you saw it ever working out. Especially not now. OH Y/N, YOU'RE SO STUPID AND BLIND MY FRIEND😫😫😫

‘Mason’ you breathed, taking his hands in yours but the hopeful look on his face crushed you. ‘Mason I’m so sorry i-‘ ‘Oh’ he whispered, taking his hands away from yours before you got a chance to explain anything but the slight nod of his head made your eyes sting. Hopefully he’d understand your point of view straight away but even if he didn’t you were just hoping he’d give you a chance to explain yourself. THE FACT HE IMMEDIATELY UNDERSTOOD HER ANSWER

He was silent, eyes sad as he took in your words and when you cautiously cupped his jaw he shut them completely so you couldn’t look at him. OMG LET ME HUG HIM😭

‘It’s fine’ he gulped, pulling out of your grasp and you felt your heart sink. ‘You’re probably right, we’ll both be away a lot and it’s gonna be difficult to talk and-‘ ‘Wait’ You interrupted, touching his arm in hopes he’d stop talking as you could tell what he was thinking a mile off. ‘I still want you in my life, this isn’t me trying to get rid of you or anything. You’re still my best friend, Mase’ ‘I know’ he gulped, trying to smile up at you but you could see it was all fake. The gravity of how much you’d hurt him now settling in and you wished you could take it all back. ‘I want the same but I might need a little time’ MY HEART IS HONESTLY BREAKING FOR HIM, HE DESERVES ALL THE LOVE AND HAPPINESS IN THIS UNIVERSE 💔💔💔💔

‘It’s alright, come here’ he smiled, opening his arms for you to settle into. Your face buried in his neck and his warm skin pressed against yours bought you comfort like nothing else. ‘I could never hate you, okay? We’ll be fine, yeah? We’ve both got our own things going on like you’re gonna go to uni and you’re gonna smash it’ he told you, making you laugh through your tears and he squeezed you tighter at the sound. ‘You will, I know you will. You’re the smartest person I know’ THE FACT THAT EVEN IF H IS HEARTBROKEN HE IS TRYING TO REASSURE HER AND NOT MAKE HER FEEL GUILTY

HIS MESSAGE TO HER, MY BABY BOY IS SAD😭

You felt responsible for it, shooting him down like you had but you really did think it was for the best. Long distance never seemed to work and you loved Mason as your friend. Now just wasn’t a good time for the both of you as you took your different paths in life but him disappearing like he was stung. THIS IS A MISTAKE Y/N, YOU’LL UNDERSTAND THIS AT SOME POINT🫣😌

SHE WAS A CUTIE IN HER ANSWER, BUT I’M A BIT MAD AT HER NOW

You felt crushed. You knew he might have been a bit upset but the fact he was denying you the chance to say goodbye properly made you feel weird. Like your tummy was sinking and even though you said it was fine you could feel your bottom lip wobbling as you tried to hold in your tears. OH GIRLY…HE IS HEARTBROKEN

One week turned into a month. That month then into two and before you knew it it was Christmas and you still hadn’t heard a peep from him. OH HE IS REALLY REALLY HURT…😭

You’d kept up with what he was doing, knowing it had been hard for him the first few months out there but things had started to pick up and you wanted to speak to him more than anything. Writing out a million texts but always deleting them as you felt stupid and couldnt handle the rejection. I FEEL SAD NOW

A part of you wanted to rewind time, to be up there with him and tell him that you’d be his and you’d find a way to make it work but deep down you knew that wasn’t what you felt for him. OMG???

You knew he’d be home soon, but you didn’t know what that meant for the pair of you. Did he want to see you? Did you want to see him? Was there any coming back for the pair of you? You had no idea, but you knew you’d have to face him at some point you just didn’t realise how soon. HE’LL BE HOME SOON, AND I AM SCARED OF THIS😫

THIS FINISHED ALREADY??? OMG😭😭😭😭

BESTIE? HOLY SHIT, THIS WAS AMAZING

THANK YOU FOR MAKING THEM REALITY😭

I LOVE THEM, THEY JUST CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER SO MUCH, EVEN IF SHE IS A BIT TOO MUCH BLIND

EVERYONE REMIND THE LIPSTICK, TRUST ME😌

THE NECKLACE MOMENT BROKE MY HEART, HE WANTED HER TO HAVE A PIECE OF HIM WITH HER EVERYDAY

I FELT EVERY EMOTION, THE LOVE BETWEEN THEM, THE CARE, THE FEAR FOR THE FUTURE, THE HURT, THE HEART BREAK, THE SADNESS, EVERYTHING

I LOVE HIM WITH MY WHOLE HEART, AND I LOVE HER TOO, EVEN THOUGH I'M A BIT MAD AT HER

THE MESSAGES THEY SENT TO EACH OTHER AND THE ONE SHE NEVER SENT?💔💔💔

WOW GIRLY, YOU NEVER STOP AMAZING ME

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

ALL THE WAIT, THE BRAINSTORMINGS THE IDEAS, IT WAS ALL SO WORTH IT, AND IF CHAPTER ONE WAS THIS OVERWHELMING I CANT IMAGINE HOW THE REST WILL BE (OR MAYBE I CAN🫣🤭)

THANK YOU🩷🩷

LOVE YOU, YOUR BRAIN, YOUR WRITING 🩷

THIS IS WHAT IVE BEEN WAITING FOR AHHHH

I’m so happy you liked it 🥺 and they really do love each other they’re just young and confused 😭

I’m glad we’ve got some sympathy going for her cause idk how long that will last

THE LIPSTICK TOO AHHHH IM SO EXCITED FOR NEXT WEEK

[sunsburns]

you make me (sick)

pairing: ex!luke castellan x woc!reader

content summary: social media au where you and luke broke up but he's not over you... and you don't think you're over him either...

—or: your ex keeps posting to get your attention

author’s note: just a silly request that made me giggle so here we are. i haven't made anything for luke in a hot minute but fuck it we ball!! (if any of you guys know a social dummy like for insta pls share cause i like make this) also layout creds to @voguesriot

♫ Von dutch by Charli xcx

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yourusername i’m just living that life 🍏

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silenabeauregard and looking hot asf while doing it

yourusername i try my best

clarisselarue ur actually stunning pls spare me

annabethchase you’re so pretty yea okay but what about my photos creds?

yourusername only if you, percy, and grover pay me

annabethchase for what??

yourusername uh gas. that trip to the beach wasn’t free. and those snacks didn’t pay for themselves

annabethchase fair enough 😔

percyjackson BRAT!

yourusername this better be a charli reference 💚

percyjackson sure. if it helps you sleep at night

groverunderwood looking good! water was cold tho

connerstoll why are you getting dragged by children in ur comments

yourusername i babysit percy they’re my children basically

percyjackon you USED to babysit

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DIRECT MESSAGES

clarisselarue: i don’t know if you’ve noticed but uhh HE liked your post

yourusername: who?

clarisselarue: l*ke

yourusername: oh yeah i saw lol

clarisselarue: and you’re fine with it? cause i literally remember holding a bucket in front of your because you cried so hard over the breakup that you threw up

yourusername: that was months ago

yourusername: plus it was a mutual decision to break up and we decided to stay friends

clarisselarue: you know friends actually talk to each other right?

clarisselarue: like you don’t run out of the room because he walked in

clarisselarue: you also don’t avoid each other for months

clarisselarue: you also don’t act like they don't exist

clarisselarue: you also don’t hang out with his little sister and her friends

yourusername: for your information, i was friends with annie before i was friends with him

yourusername: and it’s almost like you want me to have a bigger reaction

yourusername: i’m trying to be soo nonchalant right now lol

yourusername: but whatever i don’t care

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♫ ALL MINE by Brent Faiyaz

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lukecastellan new hobby

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percyjackson song choice is ruining ur aura bro

percyjackson -200 aura

lukecastellan why are you always hating bro ffs

percyjackson clearly i’m not hating enough

percyjackson ur posting like this is a tiktok thristtrap 🤢

groverunderwood not too much on him now 😭😭

chrisrodriguez you can beat me up with those gloves anytime

travisstoll AYO?? 😰

connerstoll chrisrodriguez this is crazy even for you 😭😭

chrisrodriguez i didn't realize being a good friend was crazy all of the sudden 😒

clarriselarue new hobby this and that but you still can’t beat me without a sword 🤨

lukecastellan i highly doubt that.

annabethchase i don't doubt it

lukecastellan ur supposed to be on my side??

annabethchase on what rules?

lukecastellan on the “that’t by brother and i love him” rules

annabethchase debatable

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♫ Sick by Dominic Fike

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lukecastellan travel + family

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chrisrodriguez love u man

lukecastellan best brother i could ask for

silenabeauregard proof of luke having a heart? what the flip?

lukecastellan i’ve always had one wdym?

percyjackson this is news to me

annabethchase 💗

connerstoll posting like ur nonchalant 😭 okay man i see you

groverunderwood also SAW him crying to “lover, you should come over” the other day… so, no. definitely not nonchalant

annabethchase why r yall airing out his business rn 😭😭

percyjackson why is my dad posted up w you?? take this down.

clarriselarue two posts in one week? this is getting suspicious

lukecastellan i’m starting to get the hang of instagram

clarriselarue yet you couldn’t tag anyone..?

percyjackson lukecastellan no she’s right you need to take this down, too much of you for one week

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DIRECT MESSAGES -- the gods’ fav girls + grover ✨

yourusername: that son of a bitch.

groverunderwood: what what happened???

silenabeauregard: good morning to you too

clarisselarue: it’s like 3:30pm

silenabeauregard: oh worm?

groverunderwood: worm?

silenabeauregard: oh word***

yourusername: oh worm?

clarisselarue: LMFAO

annabethchase: what happened?

silenabeauregard: ten bucks it’s about luke’s posts

clarisselarue: i’ll bet it up to 20 if it is

yourusername: it’s not the post...

yourusername: its the song

groverunderwood: what's wrong with the song??

silenabeauregard: which post??? yall hold on it's been like 3

clarisselarue: yeah wtf is his deal? he needs to stop clogging my feed.

yourusername: the sick one. the song with the sick

annabethchase: the dominic fike one?? i thought you loved the song?

yourusername: exactly.

clarisselarue: OHHH CLOCK IT

silenabeauregard: OMG

clarisselarue: he’s soooo trying to get ur attention

groverunderwood: type shit.

silenabeauregard: like why would he post with that song

yourusername: exactly.

annabethchase: knowing it’s ur fav...

yourusername: EXACTLY

silenabeauregard: he’s literally obsessed with you

yourusername: EXACLTYY

clarisselarue: exactly

groverunderwood: are we reaching?

annabethchase: no

silenabeauregard: doubt it

clarisselarue: there’s literally no other explaination

groverunderwood: i think you guys are feeding into the delusion. what if luke is simply just… posting?

yourusername: oh i mean truee…

annabethchase: good point, grover!

clarisselarue: so... what do we think?

groverunderwood: HES TRYNA GET YOU BACK!!!

silenabeauregard: SOO TRUEEE

clarisselarue: YUPPP

annabethchase: CLOCK IT!!

yourusername: he still down bad

annabethchase: so bad

silenabeauregard: he wants ur babies

clarisselarue: for sure for sure

yourusername: i want his too tbh...

annabethchase: AGGH EW??

clarisselarue: CRAZY

groverunderwood: DAMN

silenabeauregard: PLSSSSASFJGS

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lukecastellan just posted on their story!

you replied to lukecastellan's story

DIRECT MESSAGES

yourusername: you’re a sick man

lukecastellan: i don’t understand?

yourusername: a slut, perhaps.

lukecastellan: if you think i look good just say so

yourusername: you’d like that wouldn’t you?

lukecastellan: maybe a little

yourusername: maybe a lot

lukecastellan: maybe

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♫ Dark Red by Steve Lacy

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yourusername me n my bag against the world

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clarisselarue hey sexy ;) i’m free tonight if you wanna hmu

chrisrodriguez it’s date night tho??? clarisselarue

clarisselarue ur just a bae on the side

yourusername chrisrodriguez you got room for one more?

chrisrodriguez i feel like i’m thrid wheeling my own relationship bro

annabethchase: ur so so pretty 😍

yourusername double it and give it back to you

percyjackon you look good and all but if you zoom in on the top left of the first photo you can see a cup on the counter and i want everyone to know that i, a CHILD, was put to LABOUR, and FORCED to get up and pour water into that cup and give it to her cause she was thirsty.

yourusername i said thank you

percyjackon not ENOUGH 💙

groverunderwood ate the plate down 🥴

connerstoll ribbons on a bag?

yourusername for the aesthetic

travisstoll i will never understand

lukecastellan bag looks familiar, where’d you get it?

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[clueblake74]

I watched the Miraculous Movie.

I’m not going to say I hated it. I watched it with my little sister, and there were some moments I loved. But they unfortunately didn’t outweigh the other things about it. Spoilers ahead. 

I feel like everything I have to say about the movie has been said before. The animation was pretty. The character interactions with Ladybug and Chat Noir were pretty awesome at times. *Ahem. THE WALL SLAM.* I also liked Marinette trying to reject the miraculous And the reason why they get the miraculouses makes a lot more sense to me. 

But then there were not so awesome moments like when Chat Noir pretended to be hurt to see if Ladybug liked him. Or the moment after the wall slam when Chat says “Don’t go 🥺.” Idk I couldn’t deal with that part. 

I couldn’t help but notice that they NERFED Luka in the movie. 

Okay, looking at them side by side, the movie Luka looks like a normal human boy. But where are the earrings? Where’s the flavor? 

Speaking of flavor. I am obsessed with Marinette’s dress. 

THE WINGS??!!! So cute. Made enduring all of the musical numbers almost worthwhile.

I know some people liked them, depending on which version they watched. I was tempted to watch the German version because I heard that was pretty decent. But I was watching with my sister and she doesn’t speak German so we stuck with the English dub. Which was... fine. No one sounded like their character except for Gabriel. But Keith Silverstein is in literally every anime and video game on the planet. So I can imagine he’s done some singing in character. 

Right?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xMhIwCLiBN8

Anyway. What was I talking about? 

Oh yeah. Gabriel. I loved Gabriel in this movie. I loved the long hair. His little character design was so cute. It made me really like Gabriel. And I want to repeat a point that my little sister made about him after the movie. 

She basically said “So the hero and main character of this movie is actually Gabriel?” And I think she was right in a way. Gabriel is the reason why any of this is happening in the first place. Gabriel is the reason why it ended. Gabriel is the one who gets all of this backstory and growth. 

I know they tried a “be true to yourself” arc for Marinette in the movie. But none of it feels earned or real. With Gabriel, you can feel he actually loves his family. In the movie at least he is going out of his way to protect Adrien. He immediately stops his destructive behavior as soon as he sees what it has done to his son. Which is a moment I think a lot of people were hoping for. 

But what about our main characters? What growth do they see? How do they change? Marinette grows out of her fearfulness. Cool. And Adrien, as per usual, doesn’t really get an arc. He is simply acted upon by is father and the plot. I think it’s fine that he accepted the miraculous no question. He’s silly like that. But he seems to have a total of two aspects to himself. Sadness about losing his mom and being in love with Ladybug. I know this might seem weird of me to say, but he feels like a woman written by a man. 

The reason why we don’t like women written as jaded people who eventually ‘get better’ through the power of love isn’t just because they’re women. It’s because it’s a terrible way to write a character. Any growth they have belongs to another character. Even when he realizes his father is the literal villain... there’s nothing about that? You couldn’t have scrapped one song to explore that? 

Maybe that’s why he wasn’t at the dance right away and Marinette finds him and they have a little chat about that? The plot of the movie felt very disjointed and unreal to me because of this. 

One last point I’d like to talk about is how it seems people are divided because they are a) excited and happy the movie is finally out, or b) disappointed because the movie doesn’t follow the show’s lore to a T. 

I frankly could care less about the movie following the lore. I liked the things they added, like their miraculouses glowing when they were calling for each other. If you’ve read my fanfiction, you know I’m fine with the lore being tossed up. But I don’t think the movie did that. In fact, it’s as if they expected you to already know what the backstory of the miraculous was, and hopefully not get too confused when they changed things or even just left stuff out. If they were going to change what the miraculouses did, I think it could have been explained better. 

That’s my two cents on the movie. That’s totally why I haven’t uploaded in *checks calendar*… almost four weeks. Whoops. 

Thanks for reading!

This post has been sponsored by VW. 

[waystar-ahegao]

How the Roys Would React to Finding out you Have a Tapeworm

Thank you @tomwambsgirl for the suggestion :3c

Kendall:

So you’re fucking uh cheating on me? You-you’re just gonna fucking. Leave me for a tapeworm? W-what? I wasn’t good enough to live in your insides, come on Y/N. How could you.

Roman:

So okay, you got that thing in your gut y—wait. You said you couldn’t get pregnant. Whatever, we’ll get that thing cut the fuck out of you, feed it to an orphan or whatever the fuck.

Shiv:

It’s. It’s gonna be fine, babe. Don’t even worry about it I’m just. I’ll be there soon. Wait for me. No, go to the hospital parking lot. In the back. I’ll pick you up soon. I promise. I love you. *hangs up* *cocks gun*

Connor:

What? Oh yeah no I put that there. It’s fine. See, the agriculture industry is actually crawling with these micro plastics and antibiotics—and they’ll try to TELL you that they’re good for you but hhoohooo they are COMPLETELY. Full of shit. Don’t worry baby, that little buddy in your stomach is gonna eat up all that hippie poison for you, you’ll be healthier than a prize winning Borzoi.

Tom Wambsgans:

Well why didn’t you just say so, silly-billy? Haha, just lie down, open ‘em up and I’ll just plunge on headfirst in there, I’ll gobble that parasite right up for you, sweet pea!

Gregory Hirsch:

Uh so, Kendall called me crying? Like just as second ago and he said you have a uh tapeworm? In you? So. Would you like me to—I have long fingers and stuff? I could like. Try to reach down your throat maybe? Y-yeah I guess that would choke you but like. I really don’t want to put my hand up a butt? If possible to ummm evade? So uh. Open up! Haha say ah! But don’t, actually, so I can reach in.

Logan:

So what? That’s fucking it. You get a fucking worm in your gut and you throw in the fucking towel? You spineless little slug. You know how many things I have crawling in my stomach? How many funguses, ants, roaches, and, yes, fucking tapeworms are squirming in my intestines? And you see me crying about it? No. They’re in my brain but I’m in their fucking heads I’ve got their shit in a vice grip. Back to your post, Y/N.

[lovetorn]

babysitter [roommate!dream au]

Roommate!Dream x Fem!Reader

summary: you babysit tommy. do i need to explain?

warnings: swearing

w/c: 1.4k+

a/n: thank u 🧋 anon, u are amazing. i hope i did justice for ur amazing idea hahaha 😫hope u guys enjoy!

roommate!dream masterlist

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“Please, Y/n! It’ll only be for a few hours, just while I do my exam, and then I’ll be back. That’s all! I promise, please.”

You’d never heard Wilbur beg like this before. It is kinda funny. You stand with a smirk as you watch him, your arms crossed over your chest. Yes, you’ve babysat his brother before, but this time, your plans for lunch with your friends were being jeopardised.

“I’ll call Niki and Karl myself and tell them the situation, I’m sure they’ll be fine with it,” Wilbur pleads. His glasses sit on the edge of his nose and you guarantee they’re going to fall off in the next 2 seconds. Obviously, you’re going to babysit for him, but this is too funny to pass up.

“I don’t know, Wil. I planned this weeks ago… I’m not sure I can cancel this late…” You try your best not to smile. But, Wilbur isn’t silly, he can see through your act from a mile away.

“Thank you!” He exclaims, shaking your shoulders. You give him an incredulous look and then laugh.

“You owe me one, Tommy isn’t easy to babysit,” You giggle, knowing all too well how he acts when his family isn’t around. Wilbur nods.

“Yeah, yeah, anything. I’ll buy you breakfast for the next month.”

Your eyebrows fly to your forehead. “I'm holding you to that, Wilby.”

And so it was decided: Tommy would come to your apartment at 1 pm and be there until 4. You told Dream you were having a guest over, sparing the details, which made Dream a little suspicious. He really hoped it wasn’t a date—no, it couldn’t be a date.

But, when he hears a knock on the front door, and then the murmur of deep voices, he thinks of the worst. Dream gets up from his bed and presses his ear to his bedroom door, hoping to get any clues as to who is at the door. He knows this is the dumbest thing he’s done since he moved in with you, but he can’t help it. The door shuts and then it’s silent and Dream thinks that maybe the person left.

Meanwhile, you lead Tommy into your room. “Want any food or anything?” You ask as you watch him jump onto your bed and grab the TV remote off of your nightstand.

“No,” He says, fingers flying over the remote to turn the TV on, change the channel, turn the volume up, change the channel again, and then press the button for Netflix. You don’t mind that he’s made himself at home in your room, he’s gonna be here for 3 hours.

“I would like a Slurpee though,” You squint at him. He can’t be serious. Before you can say anything, he continues. “Thanks, Y/n. you’re the best.”

You give him a fake scowl for sucking up to you and sigh. “Fine. I’ll be back in a second.”

You don’t want to ask Dream to go to the corner shop and get Slurpees, but you’d rather ask him to do that than ask him to watch Tommy.

“Dream?” Pushing open his bedroom door, you see him spin around.

“Hey, hi, what’s up?” Dream hopes he isn’t being weird.

He’s being weird and you don’t know why. You hold onto the door handle and inhale sharply. “Uh, I was just wondering if you could go to the corner store for me? Just really quickly, I’ll give you the money.”

Oh shit, Dream thinks. She’s making me go buy condoms for her and her date. “I—Uh, sure, yeah. What am I getting?” He asks, sliding his feet into his Birkenstocks and shoving his phone into his back pocket. Please don’t say condoms.

“A Slurpee,” Thank god.

“Ok, flavour?”

You turn your head to look back at your bedroom door before you look back at him, a puzzled look on your face. “All of them?”

Dream nods slowly. “Okay?” You two stand in silence momentarily and then Dream ushers you out of his room. “Ok, I’ll be back in 5.” You hand him a few dollars and then make your way back to your room.

“Thank you, Dream! I owe you one, thank you,” You smile, pushing your door open and then closing it immediately. Dream barely smiles and grumbles as he leaves.

“Your delivery will be here in like 6 minutes minimum,” You say. Tommy snickers but doesn’t look at you. You cross your arms over your chest.

“What’s funny?”

Tommy shrugs. “I don’t know. I just think it’s funny that your roommate is willing to do that for you. Must like you a lot.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “I’d do the same for him.”

“Him? Woah-ho-ho, that changes the game,” Tommy sits up, a shit-eating grin on his face. “What’s his name? I bet you’re like, in love with him.”

You immediately shake your head, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. “No~, no, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, okay.”

The room remains still.

“You totally love him.”

“Tommy!”

Then there’s a knock on your bedroom door. You throw your middle finger up at Tommy and tell him to behave before you open the door.

“Here’s your disgusting Slurpee,” Dream mumbles, shoving the cup into your hands. He's a little out of breath from running but doesn't show it.

“Thank you,” You smile. Dream nods and then turns around, but before he can take a step, a voice calls out from behind you.

“Is that the roommate?” Tommy laughs. “Come in here, roommate.” You want to slap him.

Dream looks over his shoulder at you and you shrug. He wears a concerned look as he enters the room and is surprised to see Tommy, obviously.

“Y/n, why do you have a child in here?” Ok, definitely NOT a date.

You have no time to answer before Tommy speaks.

“I’m being babysat and shit,” Tommy rolls his eyes. Your hand is getting cold from the drink so you hand it to Tommy. “Fuck yeah,” He then flops onto your bed again, not caring if he spills some of the sugary liquid onto your bedspread and presses play on the movie he’s watching.

“Stay in here, roommate, we have some business to discuss.”

You shake your head and close the door behind you as Dream perches on the edge of your bed.

“I'm Dream.” He greets.

Tommy nods and looks in your direction, winking overdramatically. “Tommy. Master of women.” Dream scratches his forehead and glances at you. You close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose, whispering to Tommy to shut the fuck up.

“Movie time! We’re watching Sex/Life,” You are bewildered.

“Um, no we’re not!” Moving to snatch the remote from Tommy, you lean your body over Dream’s and see the mischievous look in the child’s eye. You know what he’s doing—could he seriously make this any more awkward?

“Let’s skip to 19 minutes and how many seconds?” Tommy teases, skipping ahead to the timestamp of the scene that went viral. Tommy’s laugh is maniacal, but you are more worried about the position you’re in. Dream’s hands rest in his lap and he looks at the ceiling, while your body leans over his. You don’t know if Tommy is laughing more at the show or the tension between you and Dream.

Finally, you grab the remote and throw it into the chair in the corner of your room. “You are a nightmare, Thomas.”

“Ha, get it, because I’m a nightmare, but he’s Dream, who must be a dream.”

You and Dream groan at his shitty joke and tell him to shut up.

“Anywho, so what’s up with you two?” Tommy smirks. You and your roommate make eye contact, both blushing before looking back at Tommy. He can practically see the tension in the room.

“Nothing.” You say simultaneously. This makes Tommy grin and hum.

Ignoring him, Dream takes refuge on the chair in the corner, looking to you to see how you’re going to handle this situation—however, he can’t help but shamelessly check you out whilst you’re not paying attention to him. He knows it's a dumb thing to do, especially when Tommy is sitting there and has no filter.

You stay speechless in the middle of the room, eyeing Tommy. You didn’t expect babysitting to be so difficult.

“You’re staring, big man.”

You whip around to face Dream and see that the comment makes his cheeks flush a deep red. Your eyes widen and then Dream's up and out of your room. “Bye.”

“Shut the fuck up, Tommy!” You say, embarrassed. You look back to see Dream’s door closing and you want to kick Tommy, so bad. “Ugh, you make everything so awkward! I hate you.”

“I hear that a lot, it’s a compliment at this point.”

And when Wilbur comes to pick Tommy up, you shove him out the door and swear that if Wilbur breaks his promise about breakfast every day, he's gonna be in deep shit.

[awkwardtickleetoo]

hellloooo!!! a prompt for your 100 followers!!! congrats again!! very deserved! very very much!! i reread your fics so much they’re 😵‍💫🤌🏼

prompt 20: “This is not what we agreed on!” with ler dream lee george (cc or c, don’t mind at all). possibly george wants something, and dream promises to give george the something but only if dream is allowed to tickle george first. except then dream somehow cheats (traps his arms, makes him hold his arms out, goes longer than the time, etc..) and george says the line

feel free to take your time, im in absolutely no rush ❤️/p you can do it last or in 8 months and i will not mind at all /gen

okay so maybe I got a little carried away with this one. maybe. maybe it ended up the length of a full fic. you can't prove anything /lh

anyway I really liked this one!! inspiration struck I guess lmao. I hope you like it too!!

20. "This is not what we agreed on!"

lee!george, ler!dream, 1.3k words

enjoy!

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"Dream."

"No."

"Dream!"

"I already told you no, George! Like, 6 billion times!"

"But– but I asked nicely."

"No, you most certainly did not."

"I said please!"

"Yeah, once, and then you called me an idiot for saying no right after!"

"Yeah, but… Dream, come on. Just edit the video."

"Oh my god, George."

"You know you'll do better than me anyway! You like editing way more, and it'll get done faster, and I'll stop bothering you."

"Until the next time we record and we have this exact same conversation again as soon as it's time to edit, just like we are now, and just like we have the last 3 times we've recorded a video for your channel."

The conversation came to a stand still, as George wasn't entirely sure how to respond. He knew Dream was right– they did go through this exact chain of events almost every month. It had happened enough to know neither of them were actually annoyed– actually they almost enjoyed the playful bickering that was bound to come when it was time for George to edit a video. Dream was the one to break the silence. 

"I'll edit the video," He caved, looking over at where George was laying on his back on Dream's own bed. George's eyes widened, obviously not expecting to get his way that quickly, and he smiled.

"That's awes–"

"On one condition." Dream cut him off, and George rolled his eyes. 

"Depends on what you want." 

Dream stood up from his seat at his desk, checking the progress on the export of his own video that was set to come out at the end of the week, before walking over and standing next to the bed.

"Let me tickle you," Dream said casually, and George's eyes widened.

"W-what?"

"For as long as I want. Or as long as you can stand it, whichever comes first. Do that, and I'll edit the video, no complaints."

George stared up at Dream, dumbfounded, face getting warmer by the second at the idea of willingly letting Dream tickle him. His brain was practically begging him to agree simply because of how much he dreaded the idea of sitting down and trying to edit.

"I… but…" George stammered, lost for words. He swallowed, looking over at the wall to his left to avoid making eye contact anymore. "As long as you want?"

"As long as I want."

"But you'll stop if it gets too much, right? Or-or at least slow down." 

"Absolutely. It's no fun if you're miserable." Dream smiled warmly reaching out to poke at George's hip bone. "What's it gonna be, Georgie? You gonna let me tickle you silly or are you gonna go edit your own video?"

George whined, both at the ultimatum and the prodding, shifting to lay on his side and bury his head in one of Dream's pillows, pressing it tight to his face with his arms.

"Fine." 

"Hm?"

"Fine! I'll let you do it."

"Sorry, what? I can't quite hear you."

"Dream!" Dream laughed loudly at George's flustered exclamation, before tilting George to lay on his back again and jumping onto the bed to straddle his thighs. George groaned, covering his face with his hands once he was pulled from his pillow, but Dream grabbed his wrists and pulled his arms out to the sides. 

"Keep them here," he said, pushing on George's wrists slightly to signify what he meant before letting go. 

"No! That's not fair!" Against his words, George's arms immediately retreated back to his body, and he repeated the action of pulling them out and pinning them as George protested.

"I want you to keep your arms here."

"This is not what we agreed on!"

"Too bad! Now leave them." He pushed on George's arms slightly harder, and this time they stayed in place when he pulled back, despite how much he obviously wanted to move them.

"I can't do this the whole time, Dream," George explained nervously, hands instinctively grabbing onto the comforter below him.

"Why don't you just try? I won't be mad if you can't. But try your best."

George couldn't help but just sigh at the words, butterflies fluttering in his tummy as his brain processed what was about to happen. 

"This sucks," George complained, closing his eyes as he felt Dream rest his hands on the bed on either side of his torso.

"You'll be okay," Dream reassured, inching his hands closer until they touched George's ribs.

"You suck."

"Oh?" Dream raised his eyebrows, testing him, placing his hands on George's ribs and curling his fingers around. He tapped his fingertips on the bones under his grip, thumbs pressing lightly into the front, making his presence known. George's breath hitched, and he pressed his lips together and tensed in place. "Really? You wanna stick by that?"

"Y-yeah, I do–" George was cut off by a squeak as Dream's long fingers dug into his ribs once.

"You sure, Georgie?" Dream teased further, pressing his thumbs harder and rubbing circles into his ribs bones. George let his head tilt back into the pillow, nodding. "Alright. Your funeral."

With that, Dream pushed his hands up and wiggled his fingers into George's upper ribs, underneath his armpits. George's reaction was instantaneous, and his arms immediately clamped against his sides without a second thought, as he burst into loud, cackling laughter. Dream smiled, pulling his hands out to grab George's left arm in one hand, dragging his wrist out to its original outstretched position. and pinning it there with his own left hand. 

"I told you to keep your arms out," Dream explained, using his free hand to repeat the motion on George's now vulnerable underarm. George laughed even louder, nose scrunching up and eyes squeezing closed. His pinned arm pushed against Dream's hold as he shook his head wildly, meaning up his hair in the process and using his free hand to push at Dream's arm.

"Dohohon't!" George giggled, all strength leaving him as the tickling progressed. Dream gently pressed both George's wrists down again, pulling his hands back.

"Fine, I'll be gentle, but you keep those there or I'm absolutely ruthless, got it?" George couldn't help but giggle and nod his head in response, his elbows bending slightly so he could grab the corners of the pillowcase underneath his head, but otherwise keeping his arms out to the sides. "That's better," Dream said as he gently raked his nails up and down George's sides, traveling up the sides of his neck and down to the sliver of skin that was exposed from where his shirt had ridden up. He flinched and jumped the whole while, arms twitching with the urge to protect himself and butterflies moving from his tummy to his chest and back again depending on where Dream's fingers went.

"Thihis– thihihis ihis tohortuhure–" George hiccuped through his words, taking a chance and looking up at Dream, who only looked down at him condescendingly.

"Oh, you poor, sweet angel," Dream said, tilting his head to the side, causing George to giggle. He rested his hands on George's sides before continuing. "I can show you torture."

Before George could even process the words, Dream's lips were pressed against the soft, warm skin of his tummy, and there was a massive raspberry pressed right into his torso. 

"N-NAHAHA DREHEHEHEAM!" He practically screamed in laughter, his arms immediately shooting down, tangling one hand in the back of Dream's hair and pushing at his shoulder with the other one.

They spent a majority of the afternoon like that, George howling out laughter and Dream causing said laughter, but George knew he wouldn't have done anything different when he woke up 2 days later to a message from Dream, containing the link to a video file and a caption that read 'final cut, lmk what u think :)' that made him smile wider than ever.

[linksthoughtbrambles]

Spin Me [Too]

Part 45 of Link's Thought Brambles. [Note: This is the 2nd half of the 44th chapter I wrote. Tumblr forced me to split it because it was too long for one post.]

My stomach just got louder.  Do I dare go grab a plate by myself, or will that lady come back? Maybe I can just wait until they serve dinner.

“Your stomach’s talking, Link.”

“Yeah, no, I’m good, mom.”

“…Would you like me to flag Chee down?  She’d bring you a plate.”

“No, no no no, she’s having fun.”

“I can get you-“

“NO, mom, if anything I should get you a plate-OH! Oh, do you want some food?  I’ll get you food, it’s fine-“

“Link, my sweet, I’ve already eaten a fair amount.”

“Y-you can have mine, Link.  I’m not very hungry.”

“Really?  I thought you were starving, Mipha.”

“I- I thought so, too.  Funny how these things come and go, hehehe.”

.

Mmmm.  There’s something really off about her face.  She’s staring at that plate of fruit.

…Seggin and Sharoo look uncomfortable.

Did something happen?  I easily could’ve missed something while I was dancing with Zelda, which reminds me, do I still see-

Yes. Purah and Robbie are still here, too.  Dancing.  Oooh, Purah’s with Sir Everton, he’s handsome.  AND not married.  Robbie’s dancing with the only Gerudo woman in the room and she is absolutely towering over him.  They both seem comfortable with it.  Actually… they both might be smirking.  I’m not sure I want to know what that means.

“Link?”

“Oh- sorry, Mipha- I just keep taking inventory.  Making sure we’re all here.”

“Oh.  That makes sense.  Um.  Would you like some fruit?”

Something is definitely not right.  Mom?

And that is a MOM LOOK.  Oh no.  Oh no I’m bad at these things.  I know the ones she does all the time but this one… she’s trying to tell me something and it’s complicated enough that I can’t get it all from her face alone.

Do I need to talk to Mipha?

I need to talk to Mipha, don’t I?  That’s what the look’s for.

“Suuure, Mipha, I’ll have a few pieces, and would you like to dance?”

OooOOOoo!  Shock-face!

“W-w-well- well- I- are you sure?”

Why wouldn’t I be?  “Of course.”

“Oh.  O-okay, then.”

…Seggin looks real unhappy about that, that’s a glower if I ever saw one, I think he’s making it extra obvious for me so I can tell for sure he’s irritated.  Uh.  Okay.  But it’s not like I’m going to suddenly change my mind and tell Mipha I won’t dance with her, that’d just be mean.   I’ll just eat a couple of these real quick, here’s my hand, Mipha.

I haven’t held her hand in forever.  I think I might’ve been six or seven the last time I did.  I always have this weird expectation that Zora should be slippery or something and they’re not.  Their skin’s real tough and their muscles dense and powerful and you can feel it.

Especially when Bazz puts you in a headlock.

I miss Bazz.  Too bad he didn’t visit, too.  Rivan’s a good friend but Bazz is crazy random like me.  I have to remember to tell him about the stupid bun knees thing.

Maybe I should tell Mipha, too.  She’d find it silly at least.  Maybe it would cheer her up a little?  I haven’t told her the story yet of how ridiculous I was when the slate first did its mind-reading trick.

This is another lively-sounding dance.  Very joyful.  That’s a fun-sounding instrument, what is it?!  The man playing it’s squeezing a bag under his arm!  That’s a new one.

Mipha’s trying not to hold my hand hard at all.  Does she think she’ll hurt me?

Dance floor.

She doesn’t seem to feel like moving the happy way the music wants.

“Hey, Mipha.  Is something wrong?”

.

.

.

…There absolutely IS something wrong.

“Not really, no.”

That’s her eyes-closed-very-sweet-smile and now she’s dropped her head again so I can’t see her eyes when they’re open and something is definitely wrong and Mipha just lied to me.

“…Mipha.  I- I’ve known you a long time.  Something IS wrong.”

“N-no, Link.  Really.”

??!  What could she possibly think she can’t tell me?  “…I won’t… I won’t badger you, but I can tell.  Even with how bad I can be at picking up on things, you’re bothered enough it’s pretty easy for me to see it.  You… don’t have to tell me, but can I help?”

…She just shook a little.  Didn’t she?

“You’re so sweet, Link.  So, so kind.”

“…Thanks.  Let me be kind.  Let me help?”

“If you could help, I’d let you… but there’s nothing to be done.”

Now we’re getting looks because we’re the only people dancing slow to this hippity hoppity tune.  Concentrate, Link.  Look at her face.

If I thought she’d be comfortable with it, I’d tip her chin up.  Try to get her to meet my eyes.  But that’s the sort of gesture people usually save for very intimate relationships, and even then it seems kind of pushy.  Maybe I can ask her?

“Mipha, would it be okay for you to look at me?”

“O-oh.  I don’t think I can just now.”

…She doesn’t want me to see her eyes.

Zora skin is thick.  They don’t get all puffy and red when they cry like we do.

She’s been crying.

Think, Link.  Don’t be dense.  She grabbed a big plate of food… because she thought food would help her feel better?  But then she was too upset to eat?  Sharoo and Seggin went over to her and were whispering.  They knew something was wrong.

She was fine.  Totally fine.  Happy!  Right before we came in here.  She was singing with the others in the storeroom.  She offered to dance with my silly sister.  What changed?  What-

.

Oh Link.

You. Idiot.

F@#* me.

No.

No, that can’t be it, can it?

Zelda flat out asked me to offer my arm.  And I did.  And then we talked about how much we liked each other’s eyes.

And I heard her, didn’t I?  I heard Mipha gasp.

It didn’t occur to me at the time that it could have anything to do with me.

Does she have feelings for me?  Have I been torturing her these past three days?!

.

Did mom drop a clue?  She said I’d appeal to a certain kind of older woman.  Was she only talking about creepy Madam Riecca?

Maybe not.  But Mipha’s nothing like that.  Not at all.  She’s never made me feel uncomfortable.  She confuses me sometimes…

Do I dare ask her?  Do I ask her if it’s me?  I don’t want to hurt her.

Top five favorite people: Zelda, Chee, Bazz, Mipha, and mom.  A few months ago, I’d’ve jumped at any chance to see Mipha again.  I missed her.

And she did jump.  As soon as I was hurt.  Just like mom and Chee, she came here as fast as she could.  No entourage, no fanfare, just her, Seggin, and Sharoo swimming the Hylia river to get to me as fast as possible.

I’m blind, aren’t I?

I shouldn’t’ve had to read her face to know it meant she loved me.

...New dance…

Keep going.  Zelda will know it doesn’t mean anything weird.

“Mipha?”

“Yes, Link.”

“Is it me?  Did I hurt your feelings?”

“L-Link.”

Her voice broke-

“I- that is- you- you’re in love with Princess Zelda, aren’t you?”

Oh. Goddess.

Lying would make this way worse.  You can’t.  “I am.”

All her chest muscles just crushed her in on herself.  Goddess forgive me.  Her and Zuho in the span of less than an hour.

Those hand gestures. When she squeezed her clasped hands against her stomach.  She WAS nervous.  Nervous about me.

“Mipha?”

“Y-y-yes, Link.”

“I am so, so, so sorry.  I… I had absolutely no idea.”

“I- I know.  I know you, Link.  Um.  May I ask…”

“…Anything.”

“Please.  Hh.  Please still… allow me to help you.  With Ruta.”

?!??!  “Mipha!  Mipha, my Goddess, it sounds like you think I don’t want you around.”

“Phh.  Phh.”

“You’ve been one of my best friends since I was four.  I’ve known you longer than my sister’s even been alive.  I DO love you.  It’s just… just-“

“Just not the way a husband loves his wife.”

“…No.”  What do I do?  What’s worse?  Do I squeeze her hand to comfort her?  Do I hold very still so I don’t torture her?  Do I tell her all the reasons she’s awesome?  Or do I keep my trap shut because I might make it seem like I’d change my mind?

Because there’s no doubt there.  I belong with Zelda.  Everything I am resonates with that.

“It’s… a good thing.”

Huh?!

“To have an answer.  Even if it’s not the one I’d hoped for.  I- I want you to know… I still mean what I said.  That if anyone tries to harm you, I will heal you.  That I’ll always protect you.  I will never forget the first time I healed you.  You looked at me with such awe.  I wish...”

Oh no.  No, no, no, Mipha.  “You think I’m any less in awe now?  I’m not.”

.

Finally, her eyes.  They are… very red.  She’s trying to smile at me.

“It’s because of your kindness, Link.  You’re the kindest person I’ve ever known.  I hope you know… that’s what makes you so wonderful.  It’s not your prowess in battle.  Not your speed, or strength, or your obsession with conquering every cliffside, no matter how slippery, eehee-”

“Pff.”  Yeah, she had to heal me a lot when I’d inevitably slip on those smooth stones.

“Nor is it the magic you possess. It’s your heart.  I’d have felt so special were I in yours.”

“Mipha, you ARE special-“

“I’m sorry.  That… that came out strangely.”

I know the feeling.

“I know my power is unique.  Very few Zora are born to it.  Even when they are, the gift has never been so powerful as mine in living memory.”

“Mipha, that’s not what makes you special, either.  You’re not my friend because you can heal my cuts and bruises.  That’s… that’s not really you.  Though I’ve wondered if your gift is so powerful because of how loving you are.”

“Phh.  Perhaps.”

“It’s you, Mipha, the person.  I enjoy spending my time with you.  Not with your magic.”

“…Thank you, Link.  But… I think, perhaps, there’s someone else you’d prefer to spend your time with right now.”

.

I have no words for this.

“The song is ending, Link.  Thank you for dancing with me.  And… for the truth.”

And she’s gone.  Back to the table with Seggin and Sharoo.

Link.  You have to give this some serious thought.  Is there anyone ELSE you’re torturing?

“Hey, Linky.”

…Please don’t tell me Purah’s in love with me, too.

“You look a little down.  You know what helps with that?”

“Um.”  Is there a right answer?

“Dancing with someone who’s actually fun.”

…Not cool, Purah.  Mipha’s plenty fun when she’s not crushed inside.

“Come on.  What’s the worst that can happen?”

Fine… I guess.  Looks like Zelda got nabbed by one of the Sheikah- or, maybe she nabbed him.  Looks like she’s talking nonstop.  I think I recognize him from the Breach excavation sites.  Lots of guardians buried in there.

“The song’s a little slappier than this, Link.”

Slappier?

“I guess you gave Mipha the bad news, huh?”

How’d she know?!

“Oh please.  It was obvious.  You’d know more things if you looked people in the eye more.”

“…That’s probably true.”

“Yep, it is.  So, tell me all about the sword.”

“There’s… not much to tell.  I didn’t know it could do anything other than be a sword until today.”

“I wonder if it really IS just today.  Been having any other weird, unexplainably strong feelings?”

Well… strong, yes.  Pretty sure they’re explainable, though.  I’m hoping to express some of them later.

“Hmm.  Head outta the gutter, Link.  I mean OTHER strong feelings.”

“…It’s hard to tell.”

“Think rrrreal good.”

“…I’ve been anxious an awful lot, even for me.  Ever since coming to the castle.  The island is like a pit of negative feelings.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.  As soon as you cross the bridge into town it gets better.  Have you noticed it?”

“Linky Link, I haven’t noticed a darn thing.  Did you tell this to the Princess?”

“Uhhh.  I’m not sure.  It’s getting hard to separate what I thought around her and what I actually said.”

“Eeeesh.  Yeah, I can see that while the slate’s part of the equation.  So, like, you’re still anxious now?”

“Well… I mean there are degrees.  I’m pretty much always on high alert around people.  Most people, anyway.”

“But the island itself sets you off?”

“…Yeah, I think it does.  I’m always more relaxed when we leave.  Oh, except for the Breach of Demise.”

“Hmmm.”

“What?”

“I don’t know yet.  There sure is a lot of Sheikah stuff buried in both places, though.”

…There is, isn’t there?

…There’s that huge, awesome Sheikah ruin right beneath the castle.  They can’t excavate the whole thing without tearing the island and the castle itself apart, so they don’t know exactly what it is, and they haven’t found a way in.

Is the sword reacting to Sheikah tech?

“Rupee for your thoughts, Link.”

“I’m wondering about that huge building underneath us.”

“…Yeaaah.  Me too.  Too bad the sword doesn’t actually talk.  You know, with words.”

…Can I talk to it?  Ask?

Hey.  Um.  Sword?

.

Is there something wrong with this island?

.

.

“You’re sure concentrating hard.”

“Trying to, yeah.”

“Listening?”

“That and trying to talk back to it.”

“Neato.  Is it working?”

“Nope.”

“Hmph.  Try again.”

Maybe you can give me a signal?  Something I can feel?  Like… how Zelda thought you were tapping on her shoulder?

.

Can it hear me?

.

Maybe I have to try harder.  Like when I made that light come out of the training sword.  Somehow…

I focused everything I had into the sword.

What if I do that with this one?

I don’t want to make it shoot light, though.  I don’t want to hurt anyone.

Maybe I can sort of put all my confusion into it?  Concentrate it?

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?! “I just felt something.”

“What?!”

“Just… like an acknowledgement.  Like it responded to me.  That’s all.”

“At least we know it can hear you.”

“Yeah… I guess so.  I wonder… what else it can hear?”

“We gotta get that sword to the lab.  You think you and the Princess might be up for a visit tomorrow?”

“It’s up to her.  I… think it’s a good idea, but I don’t even know where to start.”

“That’s what I’m for.  Well, me, Robbie, and the Princess.  She’s crazy-ass smart.”

“Heh.  Yeah… I know.”

“Yeaaah, I don’t know if you realize just how smart.  She crushes calculus like it’s a ten-piece kids’ puzzle.”

“What’s calculus?”

“Ohhh come on Link!!!”

“What?  I’m no scholar.”

“You’ve never even heard that word?”

“I don’t know, maybe?  Hey- what’s morphology?”

“OH pfff, ask her that.  She’ll turn all red.  It’ll be great.”

.

“It’s slowing.  I don’t know if this was much fun, but it was important. Thanks, Purah.”

“I’m glad it worked for you, ‘cuz you’re about to get snatched.”

Hm?  Oh, yup.  It’s time.  Chee’s hair is absolutely everywhere. I guarantee she doesn’t care one bit.

“Okay, Link!!!  It’s my turn!”

“Heh.  You got it.  Ohhh-“

“OOOOH, it’s a fast one!  Good, I didn’t wanna get stuck doing a boring slow dance with my brother.”

What’s she doing with her arms spread out like Rito wings?

Eh, I can’t blame her.  This is the first time she’s been to one of these things and unlike me, she wasn’t a wallflower at four others.

Alright.  Rito-wing-style it is.  Why not?

“Wanna gallop?”

“Not sure that’ll work, Chee—we’ll bump people.”

“Not if they get out of the way!!”

“Heh.  They might not.”

“Or they might, and then we’ll RULE the dance floor like you and the Princess did!”

“Chee- OOF!”  Crap crap crap slow her down a little- “Excuse us! Coming through! Er- pardon!”

“You all should try this too, it’s FUN!”

“HEAVENS!”

“Sorry!”  Oooh my little wackadoodle sister, how do I moderate you-ooo?!?!

There’s Robbie and his Gerudo partner again.  Mimicking us!

“If the floor is to be ruled, then I WILL be KING!”

“Prince Consort.”

“Fine, fine.  Minimize my role.”

“Hehehe, little Sheikah.  Know any good hiding places?”

…Should I warn her?

Don’t be a dick, Link.  Robbie’s an obvious weirdo.  If she likes him, she likes that.  He’s certainly not boring.

Oh.  There’s another pair.  Ewin and his wife from East Post.  Bernes’ commander.

“See, Link?  You’re such a square.  I’m the savvy one.”

“You’re sure good at getting what you want.”

“YES.  Lucky for you, I only use my powers for good.”

“…I’m not sure chaos is good.”

“It’s not chaos.  It’s not-conformingness.”

“That’s not a word.”

“Oh please, you make up words ALL THE TIME mister dumb joke person.”

“My jokes aren’t dumb.”  Yes they are.  Liar.

“Kppppht.”

A bunch more.  The floor’s dividing into scowlers and gallopers.

Jeralt’s got a huge grin on standing at the wall.

Zelda….?

Yeah, she’s in!  Ha!  Dancing with her father!  …I’d never have pegged him for this.  He looks like he’s enjoying it.  Though it’s hard to know if he really is or if he’s just sending a signal that our unconventional gallop-dance is acceptable.

“You ready for this, Link?”

“For what?”

“O-OH!  No fair, why’d the song get quieter?”

“The tempo’s the same.”

“But it feels all weird to gallop.”

“Well, what did you want to get ready for?”

“I was gonna jump and you were gonna catch me and spin me over your head.”

“No I wasn’t.”

“You sure are now.”

“No I’m not.”

“Either you catch me or you don’t and then I’ll be on the floor and get trampled, and then mom’ll be soooo mad at you.”

“If I spin you around, I’ll smash someone in the face with your feet!”

“They’ll totally see it coming, it’ll be fine.  We have to wait a sec, though.  The song’s definitely gonna turn dramatic again, and then I’ll leap.”

Frick.  Frick, she’s going to do it.  Maybe I can just keep good hold of her hands so she can’t succeed.

And if I do that, she’ll nail me right in the balls.

Not on purpose.

I think.

But that’s how her body will swing if I try to do that.

It’s not worth resisting.

Not that.

No way.

So.

Link.

Just… warn people.

It’ll… it’ll be fine.

You swung Rayan like a claymore.

You can swing your sister gently without causing bodily harm.

Get ready.

Ready.          

Ready.

Here it comes.

She’s right about the music-

AH!

Yes, non-violent swinging, feet just a little bit out-

“Link, this is NOT okay.”

“SPIN HER ALREADY!” 

Was that SEGGIN’s voice?!?!!!

“INDEED!” “No cuccoing out!” “You started it, man, FINISH IT!”

I didn’t start it, she did!

They cleared the space, okay, okay, fine, I’m spinning her, I’m spinning her, she’ll be way too dizzy when I put her down!

Okay, song drama down, put her down put her down OOOH she’s wobbling-

“Hehehehe-“

This is the rowdiest ball I’ve ever been to.

This is rowdier than the bailey!  At least the parts I was in.

Aaaand a bunch of people are galloping again to finish the song out.

“See, Link?  You’re a square like dad.  I have to keep you cool.”

“I’m not like father.”

“Oh yes you are.”

“Really not.”

“You just can’t see it ‘cuz he expects so much of you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, he doesn’t think I’ll ever be awesome, so he lets me do what I want.”

!!!!!  “What?!”

“He’s all huffy with you so you’ll behave yourself, and then you make the mistake of actually doing it.  You’re still doing it even though he’s not here.”

“I…”

“You didn’t know?”

“I really… I… what?!  You’re awesome already!”

“Not like YOU.”

…Wow.  Wow.  Her face.  Her feelings are hurt. She's leaving the floor.

Why do I keep hurting people today?  The people I love most!  Well, except Zuho, I don’t really know him.  But Chee and Mipha.  I didn’t hurt mom, did I?  Did I?  Or Zelda?

Please tell me I didn’t.

And… I thought father going easy on Chee was a good thing.

I’m so confused.

The scowlers are returning to the dance floor.

Oh… and Mipha’s talking to Chee.  I think that’s good.  Maybe for both of them.

Seggin- HE’s not going to ask me to dance, is he?

“Sir. Link.  You have one mighty effect on those around you, don’t you?”

Apparently.

“…Thank you.”

???

“For being honest with Princess Mipha.”

Oh no.  Drama with Seggin, too?  The music is SO bouncy.  I’m living in some sort of comedy play or something where everyone yanks me around.  “I… didn’t know how she felt.”

“So it would seem.  ...Your Princess did.”

“…Really?”

“She knows more than she lets on, that one.”

…I’m not sure I like him referring to her as ‘that one.’

“Before she returns, I’m taking this chance to tell you that.  She… is a thinker and a calculator.  And it’s easy to see YOU are not.  Be aware, boy.”

“…What are you trying to say?”

“Nothing that isn’t evident from my words.  Princess Zelda is not always honest.  That’s not to say she’s lied to you, but I know for certain she didn’t tell you the whole truth in this matter.  Whether there are others remains to be seen.”

Does he… mean well?  He’s seemed… he’s severe, but he’s a good person.  Cares about Mipha.

“It’s plain as a narwhale’s tooth you don’t know what to think about that.”

“I- I love her.”

Is that- one side of his mouth went squiggly.

“That much is clear.  Well.  MY Princess is otherwise engaged, and I’m not interested in dancing.  I’ll see you shortly.”

…Move, Link.  You’re in the way.  Maybe… maybe eat a few more of those sugared fruits.  They brought out some of those meaty rice balls at some point, too.  One of those would be good.

Mipha and Chee are dancing.  Seems like they’re having fun, at least.

It has been less than an hour.  LESS THAN AN HOUR.  Dinner’s not on the tables yet.  Why does the reality I live in seem to change wildly with each passing minute?

Speaking of reality-changing.  Zelda’s coming.  Looks happy.  Unfazed.

“Well.  It’s been something like eight turns since we’ve danced, Sir Link.  Would you like to at the next?”

.

Oh, oh no no no no her face is falling- “Sorry.  Sorry, it’s not you.  I’ve had a very… erm… bewildering half-hour.”  And there you go, Link.  Her hands folded between yours.

Doesn’t matter what Seggin thinks, does it?

Has she lied to you about anything?

For sure, she has, at least once.  That morning in Tabantha when she gave me the slip.

Has she since then?

Maybe.

Is there anything she hasn’t told you?

Definitely… Why she went to the excavation site.

Does it matter?

…No.  I’d like to know, but… I’m not going to ask.  If she didn’t tell me after the melee, there’s some reason she wants to keep it to herself.

“I can see you’re thinking heavy thoughts, Sir Knight.”

Oh.  I have never heard her say ‘Sir Knight’ like that.  Tremulous.  Worried. “I was, but… the next song’s about to start.  Come with me?”

Slipping her hand into the crook of my elbow.  A grateful smile.

Forget Seggin.  No one’s perfect.  I’m not going to hold it against her.

I’d much prefer to get lost in the rhythm and feel of her beneath me.

Beneath me.  Not how you usually imagine it, Link.  She… seems a little vulnerable right now.  And all it took was me not jumping to dance with her the instant she asked.  In this moment, all my ridiculous fantasies about her climbing on top of me seem selfish.  She… maybe she needs me to show her how I feel first.

Because she’s pulled me aside twice, but before then she was nervous.  It took me reaching out to pass that barrier.

Reach out, Link.

My hand on hers on my arm.

Let my love fill my chest to bursting.  Find her eyes and smile.

There she is.  Relieved.

“Shall- shall we keep this one easy?  It’s been a rather active dance floor.”

“Yeah.  Let’s do that.”

Her waist again.  No lower.  Her hand.  Rub it gently with yours.  A show of affection.  All the physical feelings can wait.

All the physical feelings.

You haven’t told her yet, Link.

She told me this morning.

…I’m… kind of an idiot.

Lean in, Link.  So she can definitely hear your quiet-voice.

“I love you, Zelda.”

So much movement on her face.  Like she felt a hundred emotions in the space of an instant.

“I love you, too, Link.  I… I rather thought… Hhh.  I’m not sure what I thought.”

“But I made you worried when I didn’t answer you right away.”

“…Yes.”

“I’m sorry.  Would you like to hear about the very strange time I had while we were apart?”

“Hehe.  Certainly.”

“Okay.  So, Mipha was acting funny.  She never ate her food.  I asked her to dance so I could talk to her alone.  I’m not really sure how I managed to figure this out on my own, because I’m not all that smart-“

“Yes you are.”

“Well… either way, I realized she got upset because SHE realized we were a thing.”

“…Oh.”

“Yeah.  So, I checked with her to make sure I was right, and I was, and then I had to tell her I didn’t feel the same way, and then she got upset but she also said it was better that she knew the truth.”

“Oh no.  Link, I found out yesterday morning.  I- I suppose I should have told you last night.  I just… rather felt she ought to be the one to do so.”

Take that, Seggin. “Don’t worry about it.  It’s not as if my feelings would be any different if you had.”

“I can’t say I blame you for being subdued.”

“Oh ho, wait for it.  That’s not all.”

“Oh?”

“So then I danced with Purah.  She and I realized that the sword might also be telling me there’s something bad on this island in general.”

“OH?!”

“And if you’re up for it, she wants to take a look at the sword at the royal lab tomorrow.”

“Yes, yes of course!”

“Great.  AND then Chee came over-“

“Heh, yes, I believe we were all privy to that.”

“Well, not all of it.  It turns out she’s secretly jealous of me because my father expects great things of me but not her.”

“…That… that... in all the green fields…”

“I was surprised.”

“…In a way, I believe I feel sorry for your father.  It seems he can do nothing right where his children are concerned.”

“Maybe there’s no such thing as doing it completely right.  Everyone’s going to mess up somewhere.”

“What of your mother?  She seems beyond reproach.”

“Are you kidding?  She lets her kids stuff massive amounts of butter in their soup.”

“Hahaha, of all possible flaws, that one to me seems inconsequential.”

“Tell that to me and Chee when we’re old and fat.”

“Hmm hmm.  Well, Sir Link.  Does that about cover it?”

There is one more thing.  But she hit on it herself.  So… I’m calling it finished.  “Yeah, pretty much.”

“There ought to be a few more dances after this one.  Would you like to stay on the floor with me?”

“Of course, Princess.”

“Hehee.”

“Hh hh- what?”

“A few minutes ago, you called me by my name, and it ought to be clear to everyone by now that we are- ah- official.”

“Weeeell, that doesn’t mean they expect me to drop your title.  After all, you might get sick of me and move on.”

“I shan’t.”

“I hope not.  But… I won’t hold you to it, Princess.”

“…Sir Link.  Were we not in the middle of this crowd I would kiss you soundly.”

“Why?”  …Apart from the obvious.

“For your extraordinary heart.  It is even greater than your skill with the sword.”

“Hph.”

“What is it?”

“Mipha said almost exactly the same thing.”

“She’s right.  I… am extremely fortunate.  For of the two of us, Mipha is the gentler spirit.  More deserving of your affection, I think.”

“Princess!”

“No, it’s true.  I’ve seen, Link, how you hold me in such high esteem.  I’m afraid I do not live up to it.”

“You do.”

“Goodness, Link.  I am not without my flaws.”

“Neither am I.”

“One of yours, perhaps, may be an unwillingness to see mine.”

“…Remember how you said later, you’d point out what you liked about all my features?”

“I do.”

“I’ll point out what I like about your personality.”

“You may get some things wrong.”

“Feel free to correct me, but I reserve the right to give a counter-argument.”

“Hm.  Hm hmm.  Very well.  You may try.”

“That’s all I ask.”  Oh- next song.  Very light.

“Now, Sir Knight.”

Yes?

“Might I suggest we brainstorm methods of attaining privacy?”

“Oh. Oh yes, please.  I don’t have any ideas yet.”

“We likely have a mere ten minutes before dinner.”

“Let’s use them.”

Think, Link.  Think at breakneck speed!  So help me, I’ll find a way to be alone with her tonight if it kills me.  Or maybe, more realistically, she will.  She’s a lot smarter than me, after all.

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[Note: This chapter was written to a playlist to keep the timing realistic. Unlike the first part of the ball, much of it is not line=measure, and that's because Link is concentrating less on the music and dancing and more on his conversations with the people. But the timing of how long things take still matches up to the playlist (at least, when I read it as I imagine the characters' voices). Most of the playlist for this part was music from the Chrono Cross soundtrack! I wasn't all that worried about it actually sounding like ballroom dancing--just the timing and the mood to be what I thought Zuho would go for. The first four tracks are Termina (Home), Another Termina, Magical Dreamers, and Galdorb (Home). THEN we have Chee's dance, and that was "Vamo' Alla Flamenco" from the FF Distant Worlds album (it was perfect for her rambunctiousness). Then is the "Horse Race" music from BotW providing some fun juxtaposition during Link's conversation with Seggin (for me anyway, I feel kind of bad you couldn't hear it), and finally back to the Chrono Cross soundtrack with Voyage (Home) for the return to dancing with Zelda. They do two more longish dances after that but it's brainstorming time, which I didn't include.]

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