#we found it very funny how they would squirm

[exculis]

Had A swag dream

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

I got an AU for you...

Yandere Lucifer x Adam x Yandere Lucifer.

They would fight at first about who could have him before realizing they could share him in Eden.

They love and pamper Adam, but they are passive-aggressive to pretty much anyone else. They REALLY don't like Eve.

Lucifer and Lilith find out that Adam's purpose was to only breed others and so they didn't even teach him to talk or no other things, unlike Lilith. They were furious when they found out because it turns out Adam was made only with certain knowledge and not the whole package.

So they steal him away...

XxX

Adam opened his eyes for the first time and breathed in the air. He sat up and looked around, not quite understanding what was going on. That is until he saw the most beautiful-looking woman he had ever seen. He didn't know how he knew that it was a woman but he just did. She had long blonde hair down to her feet, purple eyes, and the loveliest smile.

"Welcome to Eden, humans." They both turned to see beings made of pure light gaze upon them as they were told what their purpose was. After they were told to multiply, be fruitful, and name all the animals, they said, "And now, we must leave. But farewell, First Man and Woman." And then they were gone.

Adam didn't completely understand what those beings were saying, but already Lilith was standing on her two feet as she walked over to Adam.

"You're very pretty..." She said as she smiled. Adam didn't know what that meant but he smiled since Lilith said did it to him. He tried to mimic her voice but his words didn't come out as naturally as her's.

Lilith frowned and touched his throat. "Can you not speak?" She asked concerned and Adam shook his head, tears pricking his eyes. He knew what he wanted. What he wanted to say, but speaking came out in squeaks.

Lilith gently shushed him and said, "Sh, it's okay. No need to cry." Cry? Was that what he was doing? Lilith cooed and held him making him feel very warm. Adam wanted to see the differences between them and began comparing.

He had a long penis between his legs and Lilith had a vagina. He didn't know how he knew that. He knew that her chest was bigger than his and he wished he had them too. He patted his flat chest and looked at Lilith's sadly.

Lilith laughed when she realized why he was still pouting. She didn't know why, but this man was funny and cute. He didn't speak, which she found odd and a little alarming but she did like how cute he looked on her lap. It seemed natural.

"We have the same bits here though, see?" She pinched Adam's nipples and pointed to hers.

Adam let out a startled moan causing Lilith to blink. She knew it meant something was feeling good. She didn't know how she knew that but that particular sound happened when you felt good. So, she pinched Adam's nipples and he squirmed and moaned in her lap.

It was then she realized she was a head taller than Adam.

"I like the noises you make Adam," Lilith said with a smile as she let go. "And you're cheeks are red...does that happen when you feel good?" Arousal. That's what it was. The thought just came to her.

Adam didnt know what she meant but he did feel good so he nodded.

"Don't worry Adam...I'll take care of you. Just follow my lead."

They both didn't see the pair of blue eyes watching them from above the tree they were sitting under.

Oooh! Yeah I've been maybe one other au where Lucifer and Lilith are on the same level of obsession for Adam and that was a few one shots that @libby-for-life wrote!

I think this is the only way I can have Lucifer x Adam x Lilith, is both of them being yandere types for Adam and working together to love him.

[strniohoeee]

Reader who’s turned on by Matt’s little cowboy act!!!

Save A Horse

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Matt’s little cowboy accent gets Y/N going, and he takes notice to it. He takes matters into his own hands🐎

Warnings⚠️: Suggestive at parts, but no actual sex in this one🫡

Song for the imagine: Wicked Game- Chris Isaak

The world was on fire and no one

could save me but you

It’s strange what desire make foolish people do

I’d never dream, that I’d meet somebody like you

At first it started as a joke, Matt's stupid little country accent. I found it funny and cute in the beginning, but now it made my cheeks flush and my brain race with inappropriate thoughts.

I never told him this because that was embarrassing. He literally did the weird voices for his brothers and to make the viewers laugh. But here I was getting all hot and bothered by it….I needed to get a grip

He started to do the accent more once he realized my head would perk up and a sheepish smile would grow on my face. I just figured he thought I liked it and found it funny. I mean I did, but these dirty ass horny thoughts would pop into my head.

Right now I was at their house sitting on the couch with them as we scrolled on our phones, and talked here and there. I kept hearing weird cowboy videos and country songs coming from Matt’s phone. Was he really taking this country act serious? I laughed to myself at his foolishness

“Matt what the fuck are you watching” Chris asked him

“Cowboy videos….these guys are cool as fuck” he said as his eyes were glued to his phone

“Matt is this going to be your new lifestyle?” I asked him laughing

“Would you like that?” He asked me finally looking at me

I felt my cheeks grow hot at this question and my throat began to run dry

“What? What do you mean” I said stifling out a laugh

“Like eventually if we move to like the countryside and have like a farm and horses and shit” he said

Why did I think he meant something else? Lord get your head out of the gutter Y/N….

“Ohhh uh yeah that would be cool. It would be very different, but I’d like it” I said smiling at him

“And then we can get horses, and hay and a tractor” he said doing the country accent

“Shut the fuck up with the accent” Nick said smacking his brother

“Heyyy be nice I like it” I said to Nick

“This motherfucker won’t let it go like I’m tired of hearing country boy Matt” Nick said rolling his eyes at Matt

“See my lady loves it” he said doing the accent

I felt myself fighting a smile and a blush on my face

“Yeah she’s smiling and blushing like a freak” Chris said

“Fuck off” I said kicking him

“What can I say my woman has great taste” he said winking at me

A few days had passed and Matt did the accent here and there. I was fighting myself not to just jump his bones anytime I heard him.

I was laying in his bed when I heard him come out of the bathroom and walk into his room. Immediately looking up my jaw dropped.

Matt had a plaid shirt on with his chest exposed, a cowboy hat on and denim jeans that fit him just write. My throat ran dry and I felt my pupils dilate

“Matt what is this?” I said sitting up

“I know how much you love cowboys…I figured I try something out for you” he said shutting his door behind him

“Oh really?” I said scooching off his bed

“I see the way you squirm when I do the accent, and I’ve seen the TikTok’s you reposted….I turn you on as a cowboy” he said biting his lip

“What….I do not” I said avoiding eye contact

“You don’t?” He said tilting his head and looking at me

“No I don’t” I said

“Mmm your body language tells me otherwise and so does the blush on your face” he said walking over to me

“Okay fine, maybe I find it hot” I said rolling my eyes

“I know you do baby” he said pulling me in by my waist

“Matt” I whined out

“Just teasing you” he said rubbing his hands up my sides

“That’s not nice” I said looking up at him

He pouted at me before pulling me in smashing our lips together. A much needed make out happening. Our teeth clashing together and our tongues fighting for dominance as we fought to breathe.

He slowly began to kiss down my neck causing me to moan out at the feeling.

Matt pulled away to take his cowboy hat off, and I ran my hands up his chest and wrapped my hands over his neck pulling him back into me

Our tongues once again fighting for dominance. His hands running down my back and squeezing my ass before bru bringing them back up to squeeze my breast

“Oh Matt” I sighed

“I know baby, I know” he said kissing down my jawline and to my neck again

I turned us around and laid him down on the bed as I straddled him running my hands up his torso and grinding down on him.

“Just like that baby” he moaned out helping me grind down on him

I slid my shirt off and leaned back down to kiss his neck and chest, his low pants sending me to the moon and back.

“You know what they say, save a horse, ride a cowboy” I said leaning back to remove my bra

“Today is my lucky day. I’m a cowboy and I love when you ride me” he said biting his bottom lip and running his hands up to my breast to squeeze them

I melted into his touch allowing my head to roll back. Matt pulled me down towards him by my neck and continued to kiss me as I grinded on him

Matt lifted up slightly to remove his flannel when we heard the front door open

“Were backkkk where yall at” Chris yelled

“Are you kidding me” Matt said his face dropping

“Ughhh why” I said laughing and leaning my forehead on Matt’s forehead as I laughed

“I guess we’ll continue this later” he said letting out a sigh

“I guess so my love” I said slipping off of him to put my bra and shirt back on

Later that night his brothers left again, and we sure did take care of business. The save a horse ride, a cowboy had nothing on me. Matt was spent by the time we were done.

I loved cowboy Matt….

The End

I hope you guys enjoyed this one. I felt ehh about it, but also wasn’t too sure what to write for this😭😭. Love yall tho 🤭🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

[itsabouttimex2]

I just wanted to ask if you have posted these oneshots on Ao3 as i've found a fic posting them and wanted to check its actually you

(That’s me, alright! I went ahead and changed my name there to match my Tumblr! Thank you very much for checking in with me on this! Also, since we’re here… I’ll go ahead and drop a fluff fic I only uploaded to AO3! Also, this isn’t my usual content, so I’m unfamiliar with proper tags- if there’s one you’d like added, please tell me!)

Hands-On Reunion

Macaque is sure that he’ll end up killing Wukong one of these days, absolutely. He’d find a reason (which would probably be very easy), and then he’d find a way (which would probably take a few hundred years).

And since he’s already got a reason right here and right now, Macaque can get to finding his method of execution all the sooner.

Well, once Wukong is done having his fun.

“Sorry, bud!” The Great Sage says, his fingers dancing over Macaque’s ribs. The ebon monkey writhes under the teasing touch, gnashing his teeth in anger and lashing his tail about. “But we both know you’ve earned this a few times over, huh?”

Okay, so maybe he was occasionally taking food from Wukong’s kitchen. And occasionally stealing away his little monkeys for naps and company. And occasionally entertaining himself with his rival’s console whenever the Great Sage was out.

…very frequently, actually.

So frequently, in fact, that he had gotten relaxed, complacent. His shenanigans were soon performed lazily, openly- a sort of self-brag that swelled Macaque’s confidence.

He just hadn’t expected to get caught pilfering snacks as he carried his haul through the forest.

Nor had he expected that Wukong had readied a method of “punishing” him for it.

“D-damn you! Get your hands off of me, you oversized ape! Thihihihis isn’t funny!”

“What was that, bud? I couldn’t understand! Do you mean… this?!” Wukong jokingly asks, digging his fingers into Macaque’s armpits as the ebon demon squeals. “Or this?!” The ginger follows up, wiggling his digits tortuously fast.

“Stohohohohohop! Ahahaha, Wukoooong! Knock- knock it off, you big brute!”

Both of the hair clones around Macaque chitter, holding his sable-furred limbs down as their master continues to relentlessly tickle him. One even snags his shoes and peels them away, leading Wukong to probe the now defenseless feet with his tail- only drawing louder squeals and giggles from Macaque.

The Great Sage pauses and draws back, but not to give Macaque a reprieve. Instead, he plucks out a two more hairs, blowing life into them with a single breath.

Immediately is the shadow demon besieged, his ribs and feet now being toyed with by two sets of hands each.

“You’re gohohohoing to regret this, Wukong! I swear, I’ll-“

Macaque gasps and cuts short his words when Wukong approaches from behind, lightly placing one hand on either side of his skull.

“No, Wukong, c’mon, plehehehehease! Not my ears, anywhere but my ears! I’ll be good- eeeek!”

To the Monkey King’s utter delight, his assault on Macaque’s many ears doesn’t bring forth laughter- but hooting. The umbrakinetic squirms wildly against his restraints, chittering and squealing in a primal show of lost control.

As he thrashes about in an attempt to displace the clones, Macaque kicks his feet and shrieks, hooting out threat after threat.

“Aww, bud! You sound just like a baby monkey, don’t you? That’s soooo cute!”

He’s met only with further gasps and hooting, Macaque having fully lost himself under the king’s playful assault. It’s also impossible to miss how his face reddens under the teasing, then twists back into anger-

And suddenly, purple smoke unfurls from all corners of Macaque, swelling through the air and forming into… his war form, standing tall but hunched as Macaque tried to recover from his breathless fits of laughter.

“N-nice…,” a pause, as Macaque composes himself enough to put on a dramatic air, “nice try, Wukong! But no one gets the better of me. How about we turn the tables and give you a taste of your own medicine?!

Shadowy tendrils rise smoothly from the ground, lashing around as they try to snag at Wukong’s ankles. With the great amount and speed at which they move, it’s likely they would’ve been able to catch him-

If Wukong hadn’t been ready for this moment, that is. He chuckles and casually backhands one tendril, cutting through it with sheer might. Then, using another few as a balance beam, the Monkey King swings himself into the air, pushing higher and higher as he springs off the cold constructions of darkness.

And once he’s high enough, a golden sphere of light bubbles around him- heralding his own war form, aureate and multi-armed. Macaque has precisely three seconds to register what he’s brought upon himself by upping the ante, and tries by the fourth to run.

Wukong catches him on the fifth, beginning to wrestle his rival of many centuries to the ground. Where they fall the ground cracks and splits open, deep trenches illuminated only by the Monkey King’s light.

With six arms to Macaque’s two, the Great Sage takes a quick win, pinning the sable simian’s shifted form to the ground.

“Wukong,” he bellows through the shadows, fear in his voice at the upcoming assault. “Don’t you dare-“

Laughter, loud and deep, roaring from a giant mouth. The trees shake as ponds ripple, both disturbed to their bottoms by the howling shadow monkey.

His arms are pinned up by two of Wukong’s own, the other four pushing and prodding and punching all across his torso and ribs- and again does the king’s tail find his feet, leaving Macaque squealing even louder.

Then Wukong draws a breath inwards, exhaling it across three of Macaque’s ears-

Prompting another massive fit of simian hooting, the sable demon left to kick and chitter wildly. Unfortunately for him, the thrashing did nothing to waver Wukong’s relentless hands- and only really shifted him further into a disadvantageous position.

In a last-ditch effort to escape, Macaque dispels his form shift, leaving him small enough to slip through even the divots he had left in the earth just minutes earlier.

It doesn’t save him- Wukong catches him by the tail, holding the furry appendage between two large fingers. Placing his tired rival in one large palm, he comes upon the already shaking simian with the five hands left free, each pointer finger wiggling and tickling into Macaque’s skin.

There’s a delight to be had in hearing monkeyish squealing and shouting, desperate chitters and squeaks one after the other. Wukong certainly takes a few minutes to enjoy it.

But even the Great Sage knows that there are times to get serious- and when Macaque’s sneaky yellow eyes bead up with fresh tears that threaten to spill, he pulls all hands away, observing his rival.

Macaque lies across Wukong’s massive palm, trembling weakly from the aftershocks of so much laughter and wheezing.

“Alright, alright,” Wukong chuckles, righting his disoriented rival with a single finger, propping him up. “C’mere, ya big baby!” He gives Macaque’s back a few gentle flicks, hoping that it would shock his shaken system back to normal. “Easy, bud… hey, hey… deep breathes, okay?”

“Hnnng… ahhh… huff… huff… Wu- Wukong! You- I-“

“I know, I know. You’ll “get your vengeance”, the king mockingly says, pitching his newly booming voice similar to his rival’s. “I know ya will, bud. Just settle down for right now and breathe.”

“…hmph. You’re the worst,” Macaque huffs, resting his chin against a ridge on Wukong’s palm with an exhausted pout. “Watch your back, you big ape.”

“I will, bud,” he lightly returns, bringing his rival up for a warm nuzzle, much to the latter’s embarrassment. “I’ll keep an eye out for the big, scary, Six-Eared Macaque.” Another few minutes pass with Wukong coddling the sable simian to his cheek, sharing a soothing warmth to help settle Macaque's nerves.

He pulls away slowly, regarding his fellow monkey with kind eyes.

Carefully, he rolls the umbrakinetic onto his well-tickled stomach in spite of angry protests, then starts to run a large thumb down the black-furred back. Macaque immediately relaxes, nearly purring at the pleasant sensation.

The Monkey King knew he would certainly have the favor repaid shortly thereafter, not even a full week having passed… but for right now?

Wukong would hold Macaque tight, close his eyes… and relish the closeness of his “little brother”, just like he did centuries ago.

“…I missed you, bud.”

“…yeah,” sighs Macaque, still laying on his belly and trying to keep his tail from wagging. “I know.”

“…and I missed you too.”

[nekohime19]

Mini Mac # 40 : fireball bath time

Savage doens't like baths, 😔

Macaque was cleaning Savage, or perhaps it would be more accurate to say he was trying to clean her. The lil wiggling worm wouldn't stop squirming around. She twisted herself in every way to escape his claws, sometimes even pawing at his hands in the vain of hope of deterring him. Macaque wasn't deterred. She was covered in mud and it would dry if he didn't clean her soon. How did she get this dirty? He honestly didn't know. He turned away for one minute and the next thing he knew his daughter's bright fur was covered in mud. She was always quite difficult when it was bath time. She preferred grooming. But grooming could only get you so far when your whole body was covered in mud. 

“Come on, firecracker. Be nice to dad, okay?” Cooed Macaque as he tried to lower his daughter into the bowl filled with fresh water drawn from a nearby river. Savage pouted (her expression very similar to Rumble's) and splashed Macaque. The black-furred monkey brushed his wet air away and frowned at his giggling fireball. “Yes, this is so funny, splashing dad is funny isn't it?” Savage chuckled, her laughter echoing all around them like the sound of a chime. 

“Adaaaa, aaal et.” Babbled Savage as she reached towards Macaque with her chubby lil paws. Recently, she started to babble a lot. Macaque was hoping she would say her first word soon. The black-furred monkey nodded, acting like he understood his daughter langage perfectly. 

“Ada al et, indeed.” Nodded Macaque. He battled with his daughter for a few more hours. Once she was finally clean, he put her in the crib with her slumbering brother. Rumble was curled around his doll, his face pressed against the silk blanket. Macaque brushed away the fur falling on the cub's forehead and kissed his head. Savage crawled towards her brother and curled around him. She liked to do that to latch on his warmth. Macaque found the sight unbearably cute. 

“You managed to clean the lil monster?” Asked Bajie as he sat near the fire camp. Macaque hummed and looked up from the crib. 

“Yeah, she's finally mudless. And all her fights made her tired.” Sighed Macaque as he rubbed his shoulders, being bent all the time to clean Savage made his back wince a little. 

“I swear your brat can teleport. That or she's very fast.” Snorted the pig, Macaque couldn’ t agree more. 

“What are you stirring tonight?” Asked the black-furred monkey, it smelled quite good, Bajie definitely improved since his first try. 

“Plums stew and Ao Lie stop eating grass before dinner!” The dragon-horse looked up from the batch of grass he was munching on, he did that a lot in his horse form. 

“But I'm hungry.” Sighed the dragon-horse. 

“You wait a few minutes, you glutton.” Huffed Bajie. 

“Put something warm on your back, it helps a lot.” Advised Sanzang as he turned towards Macaque. 

“Yeah, thanks kiddo. Any news of Wujing and Wukong?”Asked Macaque. 

“They're still patrolling for demons ahead. They'll come back after a bit.” Answered the monk, he then added more nervously : “I hope…”

Macaque snorted at the monk's nervosity, some things never changed. He then turned towards the crib at the sound of a sleepy mrrps. Rumble eyes were half-open, he was trying to push away his sister who was latching on him like an octopus. Macaque chuckled and went to aid him. Savage tended to squeeze the life out of her brother sometimes. 

After dinner, Macaque curled next to the crib and fell asleep. He woke up some hours once Wujing and Wukong came back. 

“You're back?” Mumbled Macaque as he rubbed his eyes. He saw out of the corner of his eyes Wujing preparing himself to sleep. Wukong laid next to Macaque and the crib and sighed, he looked quite upset. “Everything is okay?” Asked Macaque, a bit worried. 

“I… We’re approaching a demonic city…” Mumbled Wukong. 

“Oh we gotta avoid it then.” Replied the black-furred monkey. 

“It's ruled by Azure, Peng and Yellow-Tusk. Heaven is not gonna leave them alone, Mac… I…” Wukong didn't need to say more. Macaque sat up and opened his arms, the great sage shrinked and scrambled in the other monkey's arms, hugging him tightly. 

“It'll be okay.” Mumbled Macaque as he petted Wukong's head. 

“I hope so.” Mumbled the great sage. 

“Wanna know what Savage did today?” Asked Macaque in hope of making the other monkey smile. 

Wukong snorted and put his snout in the black-furred monkey shoulder. “What did the lil fireball do?”

“She splashed me. Bath time is a true battlefield I tell you.”

Wukong chuckled at that, his eyes creaking in amusement. But there was still worry lingering on his face.

+ cut scenes

Macaque : alright Sav, I'm just gonna put your brother in the crib then I'll be back to you, stay put, okay? 😌

Savage : 😊

Macaque *after putting Rumble in the crib and turning back to Savage* : Alright I'm done- what the-🤨

Savage *covered in mud* : 😊

 

Rumble *being held by Savage in the crib* : Dad! Help me! She's trying to kill me! 😭

Savage : warm fuzzy brother plushie 🥰

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[your-nanas-house]

maybe you could write something where 70s elvis gets an assistant who is the reader. the reader is like socially oblivious and kinda shy which is so different from other people around him. elvis like playfully flirts and stuff?

Thank you for the request, darling! I'm still insecure about my writing on Elvis, I hope you'll enjoy. ❤️🍓

Driving around

◇ Pairing: 70s!Elvis Presley X assistant!Reader

◇ Warnings: flirt, implied smut (kind of), shyness, innocence, Elvis being a tease, mention of age gap (both adults)

◇ Summary: You go out on a drive with your boss Mr Presley

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

You had started working for Mr Presley since a few months now and you didn't mind, you were doing your best even though your personality was decidedly different from all the people who surrounded you every day.

You knew that you only got that job because your mom knew Elvis and he, being the sweet and carrying person that he was, had found a way for you to work and earn something, just like your momma wanted.

The only problem was that your shyness held you back a bit, there were certain moments when you were a bit of a mess– making mistakes and messes up.

Not that your boss really minded that, you were just a bit clumsy sometimes.

In fact, Mr Presley found this characteristic of yours pretty funny and adorable, which is why he started "playing" with you, flirting and making you blush on purpose just to see that moment of panic appear on your completely flushed face.

That evening you were at Graceland, you were finishing organizing the things Elvis would have to do in the next few days when his voice interrupted your task on which you were very focused.

"Mama— Feel like takin' a drive? Need to get some air" he announced, leaning against the table, his eyes on you

"Just me and you" he clarifies quickly.

Your eyes quickly focused on his, your eyebrows were raised in an almost funny way and your face was showing pure curiosity and worry.

Why did he want to go out? Was he okay? He needed to rest too.

"Whatcha say... you and I step out, little lady? Drive around and just take in the night? Nothing else. Just us." He repeats when he saw that you weren't replying to his proposal of the night.

You blushed softly and tried to hide it as you replied quickly, giving a fast check at the schedule of the week

"Dunno, Mr Presley. You should rest, you have an impegnative and busy day tomorrow—" you tried to reason with him, glancing at his piercing blue eyes and the little smirk on his face.

Elvis chuckled softly, grinning as he put on his sunglasses and his coat

"Ain't nothin' but night out, mama" He reached out and tucked a hair behind your ear in a soft and smooth motion, making your heart beat faster and your face become a darker red.

Your body squirmed slightly on the chair where you were sitting as you replied, gulping softly while trying to not stammer in an embarrassing way

"O-Ok, Mr Presley. But where are we going?" You asked, grabbing your coat quickly, jogging after him till the front door.

Elvis smiled in a softer way, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you a bit closer to him

"Just for a ride, honey. That's all I promise."

He gently pushed your chin, to get a better look at your blushing face, making you feel even more shy and helpless under his amused and teasing gaze— thing that apparently amused him very much.

"My my, missy. It's adorable to see you blush, ya know?"

He leaned forward and run his nose against yours softly, chuckling lowly when you rush quickly to the car to hide your flashed face.

"Let's go then, we have to go to bed early to be fresh and rested, Mr Presley!"

Elvis chuckled, following you with his hand on the small of your back

"Well, little lady" he paused, putting his other hand on your cheek, just to make you squirm and react at his intimate touch

"I think you're adorable no matter how fresh and rested you are. Now—" He opened the passenger door for you with a playful grin

"Hop on in, mama"

You hopped quickly in, letting him close the door before turning to look at him getting in from the opposite side and sit at the driver seat.

You were quite nervous, being so close an all alone with your boss was quite scaring for you, expecially because he made you feel so many emotions that made you act like a complete fool.

The ride was silent at first but Elvis opened his mouth as soon as the car pulled out of the gates of Graceland— he leaned his elbow on the open window and kept holding the wheel with his free hand, turning to you as he pulled out into the street

"How's work treatin' you, baby?" he asked, glancing in your direction before focusing his gaze back to the front.

"G-Good" you replied stammering softly in embarrassment, a soft smile on your now less flushed face "I really like working for you, Mr Presley" you assured him quickly as you looked in his direction.

Elvis smiled at you, it was nice hearing you say that, especially because he cared about you

"I'm glad you do, hon... I'm glad" he murmured as he rested his hand over yours, looking down at your small hand in his for a moment.

It felt nice but you luckily got distracted when he turned on the radio and the music began to play, filling the car, creating a soft and kind of intimate atmosphere.

As soon as Mr Presley stopped the car at a stoplight, he turned his head towards you, seeing you watch at his hand, which was still holding yours

"You know..." he began, catching your attention but also catching you off guard by leaning over and kiss your cheek before turning his head back to the road when the light became green

"I hope ya don't mind" he chuckles softly, teasing "You're a little different than most girls I know." He added with a gentle squeeze at your hand.

You didn't really know if it was a bad or a good thing but it made your tummy feel a weird sensation and your face flushed again, maming Elvis look back over at you with his iconic smirk

"Is my missy blushing?" He asked with a teasing tone, chuckling harder when he saw with the corner of his eye your poor attempt to hide your face with your hands.

He parked the car and he leaned over again and, this time, lightly put his mouth against your ear

"If this is you just blushing, I can't imagine how pink you'd be if I did somethin' a little more..." he teased softly letting you continue the sentence in your head, interpreting it as you saw fit.

You gasped loudly, your pretty eyes going wide at his boldness

"Mr Presley!" you scolded softly, blushing harder than before while getting all nervous; he just grinned and turned the radio back up, shifting his arm around you once more

"Missy, I was joking around. Ain't no reason for you to be thinkin' I want you for more than a little company this evening" he reassured you, gifting you a cute smirk of his.

That made you calm down a bit, your heart was still beating fast but your cheeks were less warm than before, your hand busy playing with your dress to distract you from the dominant presence of your momma's friend.

Elvis noticed it almost immediately and moved his big hand in your hair, scratching softly your scalf before moving it away

"Hey, hey missy" He placed his hand over yours, not allowing you to play with your dress further

"Ain't no reason to be worried, honey. I'm just bein' a tease."

You knew it, you really did, but he made you so nervous and shy that you couldn't really control it in anyway around him and the bad thing was that he knew it— he knew it and loved it so much. He really had such a strong power over your mind and body.

Elvis chuckled slightly, his eyes catching on your pretty face as he started his car again

"My my, the way you look at me... Little lady..."

He murmured, almost purring, turning the music down a little

"You got some kinda crush on me?" he asked with a teasing smile, enjoying your shy and awkward reaction that stopped as soon as he leaned down and placed his soft plump lips against yours in a tender but needed kiss.

Elvis chuckled, gently rubbing your thigh and smiling softly against your lips— his eyes still close, you could feel his long eyelashes flatter against your skin.

He really didn't mind you, he loved it— your blush, your stuttering.

It was precious to him.

He loved it and he was more sure about it every day since you started to work for him.

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[auncyen]

Say How You Feel

(...tentative title and yeah it's continuing off of this ahfeohef I REALLY WANTED TO FINISH TODAY BUT I GOTTA CALL IT HERE TONIGHT the writing juice is running low)

A...family? Your heart flutters at the thought--and then it drops.

Because Isa's wrong. He's assuming way too much. Bonnie already has their family, and maybe you're friends with Mirabelle but you're so bad at talking with her she can't possibly consider you family, and Odile's... already made it clear how she feels.

"No? You don't agree?" Isa asks. Stars, you want him to be right! You want it to be true! But...

"We're not even all friends," you mutter, and he looks surprised--did he forget?? You're supposed to be the forgetful one! "Don't you remember? Odile said we weren't friends, we're allies at best!"

Odile looks more surprised than you expected when you glance at her--she even looks confused. Did she forget too???

And then, with a flash of surprise, her expression switches to annoyance and aggravation. "Siffrin, I was joking."

"...Oh." This time you want to slide under the table and never emerge.

"No, but this is why it's good to talk about our feelings!" Mirabelle says. "Because, well, sometimes misunderstandings don't get caught right away."

"Gems forbid Siffrin had left thinking I don't even like them." Odile folds her arms and then looks aside, her upset expression slowly softening with regret. "But it's funny, in a sense. I was prepared to do terrible things to protect you all. Still am, should it be necessary." She smiles wryly, but it fades quickly. "But that's unlikely now. Instead, we need to do something I'm not very good at. Discussing feelings."

Isabeau nods. "Sometimes that feels like a terrible thing too."

"The worst," Odile mutters, getting a quiet laugh out of him. You smile, though your eyes are still fixed on the table. "'Family'... I have some issues with that word, but I...suppose it best describes the closeness I feel to you all. And yes, that includes you, Siffrin."

Your cheeks burn, and you glance up to see she's looking at you. You squirm a little in your seat. But she smiles at you with fondness, and the warmth stinging your cheeks isn't so bad.

"It fits!" Bonnie says. "We stay together, we eat together! Like me and Nille!"

"Mm!" Mirabelle nods happily. "I think it's a lovely description for us!"

"I think we're all in agreement, then!" Isabeau says. "Because, Sif, you used your wish to guide us all safely through the House. You really care a lot about us."

You nod, too embarrassed to look up.

"And we care about you."

You grip your elbows tightly below the table. Why is your eye stinging? This is wonderful! It's everything you could ask for!

"But--"

'BUT'?!

Isabeau's hands fly up when you look at him, and his voice squeaks a bit. "We don't know how to help you if you don't tell us there's a problem!"

"There's not--"

Bonnie bangs their small fists on the table. You nearly jump out of your skin. "You were crying, Frin! You NEVER cry! We gotta know what's wrong!"

"Easy, Boniface," Odile chides, gesturing them to sit back down in their chair.

"We need to talk about this calmly," Mira reminds Bonnie before looking at you. "But we really do need to talk about it, Siffrin. Last night, you...you didn't just seem sad, you seemed distraught."

"We'd really like to help, Sif. Even if it's just by listening."

"There's no point in talking about it." You slump back in your seat, hugging your arms. You feel cornered right now. Your friends in front of you, and the aching void inside you, yawning and stretching to swallow up your past. ...If they really want to know, eventually they'd see how empty you are anyway, so you might as well talk. Maybe it's better they find out here and now. (It probably would have been best if they'd found out before calling you family.) "I can't even explain it well."

"Siffrin." Odile's voice is softer than you'd expect. "I...have an idea what the issue might be. Correct me if I'm wrong, but...you can't go back home, can you?"

(Laugh it off. Tell her she's wrong.)

Your eye burns.

(Lie and you might have a little longer before they realize you're broken!)

But they'd figure it out eventually. You shake your head. No, you can't go back home. Mira makes a sad hum.

"Why can't you go back home?" Bonnie asks. "Were they really mad about the boat?"

Bonnie's question is so confusing that you forget about the stinging in your eye for the moment, managing to look up at them. "...What?"

"The boat. When you ran away?" Bonnie huffs when you stay silent. "You still don't remember? You were telling us the story yesterday, and then you just stopped in the middle! ...Frin? Are you okay?"

...Yeah, Isabeau said something about you telling a story about running away yesterday, right? At the time, you'd tried to put it out of mind to focus on getting through the House, but... if you'd ran away in a boat...

Your very first memory is of being in a boat, staring at the stars above, around, below you, the dark ocean mirroring the night sky. It'd taken you long minutes to realize you should get to land and search for the darkness that wasn't broken by pinpricks of light to find the coast. It'd taken you even longer, midway rowing there, to realize that no, it wasn't just the pounding headache making it hard to think: you couldn't remember anything about yourself.

If you ran away in a boat, then...that's when it happened, isn't it? "Did I tell you why I ran away?" you hear yourself ask. Because--it's hurt, for so long, not having a home, not even knowing why you didn't have a home, so if you can at least have an answer--

"You didn't want to eat your veggies," Bonnie says simply. "Even though you should! Veggies are good for you!"

...What? What?

Oh,

that's

funny.

"Frin?"

That's

so

funny

you

can't

even

laugh.

"Sif?"

-

"raaj isn't this the happier au" yes. but also it's still Siffrin here and it's just way too tempting to think about their reaction to the runaway story in the context of 'this is why I don't remember a blinding thing about my life'.

[piratefishmama]

For One Night Only | Part 2

Eddie remembered a lot about Steve Harrington, so to get this fresh new perspective on him… it was wild. He remembered a jock, the king of Hawkins High, the king of Hawkins in general, women wanted him, men wanted to be him, or in some cases men also wanted him. Rich, popular, kind of a jackass at times but never mean enough to warrant dislike. Would have never associated with Eddie’s kind, but yet there he was, comfortable on Eddie’s hotel bed, one long leg crossed over the other as they moved on from pleasantries to business.

Steve wasn’t there as a social call, no matter how fun it might have been to catch up. He had a job to do, and Steve was good at his job.

“Alright, considering our history, or what little of it we have, it might be a good idea to use it if asked on the carpet how we met, I can spin a story about us being secret high school sweethearts who recently reconnected as friends if you want, really big you up to the paps.”

“As lovely as that idea is since high school me would have been thrilled to have been your secret sweetheart” Steve grinned “shut up, I was a nerd with a crush leave me alone” the snigger that followed only made Eddie smile, it wasn’t a hurtful laugh, and Steve’s smile was just to radiant to be mad at. “I said shut up!”

“Shutting up” the smile stayed though as he mimed zipping his lips. Adorable bastard.

“Anyway, as lovely as that idea is, too many people knew us in high school, if the press got word that it was a lie from one of our mutual past acquaintances, eh it’s a hornets nest I don’t wanna poke. Too many what ifs, but we could say that we went to school together, it’s true, we could say that we reconnected recently and… y’know, hit it off…”

“We are hitting it off.” Steve mused, tapping his finger to his chin in thought. “I like it, easy, close to the truth, very little room for mistakes. So I’m to be your date, not just a friend joining you for the evening?” That was what the invite had requested but… Steve was clearly amusing himself by making Eddie squirm a little.

“Mmmhm, yep. Steve Harrington, my date, Can time travel just exist already?”

“Haha, why?”

“Teenage me could do with a visit right this second to tell him Steve Harrington is gonna be our date someday.”

Steve covered his mouth as he laughed so sweetly, the picture of perfection as always. His nose scrunching just a little as he laughed. “Were you always this cute, Eddie?”

“Mmhm, once upon a time, I was even cuter, I swear.”

“I’ll believe you.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“I know, thousands wouldn’t, but I’ve always been a sucker for cute brunettes with big ol Bambi eyes, can't help but believe everything they say.” Eddie hadn’t felt his cheeks warm in years and yet there he was, hiding behind his hair, his complexion turning as red as a fire hydrant, stupid pale skin.

Speaking of brunettes, and incredibly convenient subject changes for the safety of his own composure. “Wait, YOU’RE who Nancy knows!”

“You know Nance?”

“She’s our manager now, man, gets us all the best shit! I met her in a bar after she totally blew off the journalism thing, something about sexist work environments and bosses who wouldn’t know a real story if it slapped them directly in the face. They kept giving her fluff pieces.” Nancy Wheeler, a fluff writer, the audacity of anyone who ever made that assumption. “Now she’s the most badass manager in metal history. I swear to god she’s made many a producer pale in fear at the very mention of her name.” She read all the fine print, with a goddamn magnifying glass. She’d made a grown men cry multiple times, it was badass. “She’s the coolest.”

Steve’s smile was so fond Eddie could have swooned just having it aimed at him, even if the fondness wasn’t for him, it was beautiful enough for it to be swooned over anyway. “She is, cool. I’m glad she found her people.” Even if they no doubt made a funny looking group, little not so primp and proper Nancy Wheeler among a bunch of metalheads. It fitted, in a strange kind of way, she’d always wrangled Mike easy enough.

“How did you uhm… y’know… it’s probably none of my business and I keep changing subjects so stop me if I keep jumping around I’m still a little flabbergast from seeing you at my door but uh… how’d you—y’know… what’s this uh… the whole thing like?” Steve tilted his head like a confused puppy and Eddie just kind of wanted to melt into the floor. “The escort thing.” He added on, for clarification.

“Oh, uhm. Chrissy? Chrissy Cunningham, cheer captain of ’86?”

“I know her, she and Gareth have this—”

“Thing! Yes, she talks about him regularly with Robin.” Robin? He doesn’t think to ask, Steve and Robin, Robin… who would be associated with Steve a Robin whom Steve would just mention as if expecting him to know. He only knew one Robin from those days, and he didn’t even really know her.

Just kind of… existed near her in band for a few months until his style of music pissed the teacher off enough to kick him out. Couldn’t be that Robin, right? Not important.

“Oh my god don’t tell me that and expect me to keep it a secret that’s brutal of you.”

“God, tell him, please, I didn't even know who he was but she keeps talking about him and waiting for him to ask her out. Eventually she’s just going to pin him against something and kiss him so—”

“Tell her to do that but god wait until I have a camera please!” Eddie Munson was not against begging, his grin wide and eyes shimmering with gleeful mischief. “It’s reciprocated, totally and completely one hundred percent reciprocated, he is so gone on that girl, it’s adorable.”

“I will let her know, at least now I know he's one of yours and a good guy." Gareth was the best guy in Eddie's opinion, like a brother to him, not that the others werent too, but... Gareth had known he was gay since Hawkins High. Just him and Uncle Wayne in the know, and he'd always been there to support him, Gareth was good. "Anyway… we ran into each other in this café that I’d gotten a part time gig at in Indy, she looked good, healthy…” he didn’t need to say that Chrissy had had a problem. But she had, and that problem began with ‘M’ and ended with ‘other,’ hers to be specific. “She was already doing it, loving it, I was dubious, asked if she was okay, if she needed help, but no she was loving it, thriving actually, and well… I like making people feel good, both emotionally and physically” oof that was a tone that went straight to a place it shouldn’t do “why do it for free, y’know? She got me set up and the rest is history.” He enjoyed himself.

He loved his job, his love language had always been acts of service, he liked making people feel good, liked making them feel wanted, feel loved, feel seen and heard. Eddie couldn’t help himself “ever do anything… y’know…?” He really wished he could help himself sometimes.

“Sex related?” The red in his cheeks only deepened, Steve didn’t seem offended, or upset, in fact his smile only warmed, eyes crinkling at the corners, gods above and below he was beautiful, how did anyone survive after a night with him, having to let him go? “Sure, like I said, if I’m good at something, why do it for free?”

“Even with…” Eddie motioned to himself

“You?”

“N-No! No, Men—wait sorry—that’s—that’s none of my business” he turned away to move, to pace, so much energy in his body suddenly there with nowhere to go “none of this is any of my business, I don’t usually ask these kinds of—I mean it’s really wrong of me to even ask this sort of—" Steve was just there so fast, hands on Eddie’s biceps, holding him in place, Eddie hoped he couldn’t feel him almost vibrating out of his skin.

“It’s okay, Bambi” Eddie’s eyes snapped up to meet Steve’s, his wide and unblinking, like a deer in headlights in the face of Steve’s so warm and understanding, Bambi really did suit him, Steve thought, his left hand lifting to rest on Eddie’s cheek as if to ground him, it worked. God it worked. “Ask all the questions you like, but maybe save some for later, we don’t have long before we have to go.”

“…Later you’ll be leaving though...” he didn’t want Steve to leave. He didn’t want his next time seeing Steve to be part of a lottery, would he come next time? Would someone else who Eddie didn’t recognise appear in his place?

“We’re hitting it off, remember? I’m sure there’s going to be an afterparty we can both be caught sneaking away from to hang out, right?” Eddie kind of felt like he was flying. He felt like a teenager again, a nerdy, virginial teenager. He refused to acknowledge that little goblin voice telling him that Steve was actually probably just doing his goddamn job, he was on the clock dammit. He just wanted to have this. “You can ask me questions then, I promise I’ll stay.” He didn’t have anywhere else he needed to be.

“…Yeah… if that’s okay with you.”

“More than. Now how about you introduce me to the rest of Corroded Coffin, we all need to be on the same page before we get there.” Work now, catch up later. “Sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can ditch the after party to hang out.” Eddie giggled, an honest to gods little giggle. He really did feel like a teenager again, only Steve was looking at him. Holding him. Grounding him. Steve Harrington was seeing him.

Teenager Eddie would have shit a brick.

“Alright, I’m warning you though, I think you let Tommy H. stuff Jeff into a locker once so don’t expect a warm welcome.” Steve grimaced a little but nodded. He was a different person now, but that wouldn’t erase the mistakes he’d made as a stupid teenager. Plenty of bridges to rebuild and apologies to give. Jeff wouldn’t be the first or the last.

“Bring it on, Bambi.” Eddie could only hide behind his hair again, bashful and flustered.

Part 4

[lizzy-pop]

𝐑𝐮𝐧 𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭, 𝐫𝐮𝐧.

Ler: Ragatha Lee: Jax(SFW! NOT A SHIP

Summary: Jax put another “surprise“ in Ragatha’s room again, so she thought it was time for some revenge.

A/N: I have never wrote a fanfic before, sorry if this sucks 😭✌️

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Jax had just finished up putting a few centipedes under Ragatha’s pillow, and now he was locking her door and strutting away, whistling. He came across her on his way back to the main stage. “Hey Jax! Where were you?” Ragatha stopped him to ask. “Oh nowhereee just.. giving somebody a lil’ surprise!” Jax grins, causing Ragatha to lift an eyebrow in response. “Okayy.. I’m gonna go to my room for a bit, see you later.” She says before walking off suspiciously.

Moments later, Ragatha’s scream is heard throughout the whole tent as Jax tried to suppress his giggles. “JAX!!!” She screams as she stomps over to Jax, fuming. “Woah, woah, cool yourself, sweetheart!” He smiles cheekily. Ragatha takes a deep breath before glaring daggers at him, “This is the second time you’ve done this! You are so— childish!!” While Ragatha is waving her hands like crazy, she accidentally strokes Jax’s side, making him tense up and squeak quietly. Once she notices she stops waving her hands and a look of concern washes over her. “Jax? What happened? Did I hurt you?” He shakes his head, “Uh— no, no, you just— nevermind.” He stuttered to finish the sentence, what was he supposed to say? “It just really tickled?” No way! That would be the end of him if he admitted being ticklish. Ragatha squints her eyes and scans Jax for a moment, before gasping and smirking. “Jax, are you ticklish?!” She asks giddily. Jax nearly jumps out of his fur at the question. “I- uh- no!—yes-maybe..?” If he could blush, he’d be cherry red by how embarrassed he was now. “Ohoh, you better run, rabbit.“ Ragatha cracked her knuckles. Jax’s eyes widened as he began to full sprint through the halls “run rabbit, run~“ Jax heard Zooble tease, who had watched the whole thing.

Jax rolled his eyes and eventually slid around a corner, hiding behind a barrel. “Please dont find me, please dont find me,“ Jax whispered to himself over and over. Just as he thought he might get away with it, Ragatha kicked down the barrel infront of him and grins. “cant get away that easy~“ He scoots backward on the ground and puts his hand out, “back, foul beast!!“ Ragatha rolls her eyes and pins Jax down, snickering as he squirmed like a madman under her grip. She was surprisingly strong for a doll, making Jax even more stressed that he couldnt get out when(if~) he wanted to. “Ragatha, rags, pal, gal, bud, we can talk about this!“ He begins to panic and try to pull his arms down. “what is there to talk about?~“ she smirks and holds her free hand on his ribs teasingly, making the poor rabbit shriek and try to shove her off. “nononononono! Uh- I promise never to put c-centiPEDes in your room again!“ He jerks his torso away from her sudden poke to his side, getting a giggle out of Ragatha. “Now we both know you aren’t keeping that promise, Jax.“ He lets out a snicker and rolls his eyes “Ihit’s funny, what can I say?~“ Ragatha glares at him. “You’re not helping your case!“ she squeezes his hip, earning a shriek and a quiet giggle out of him. “D-Doll face, Ihi will kihill you!“ He squirms, barely holding back giggles of suspension. “thats not very nice, bunny~“ Ragatha begins spidering up and down his stomach.

“Nohoho!! I tahake it back, Ragahahahatha!!“ he squeals and giggles uncontrollably. “Wow, Jax. I thought you were 100% ler!“ He attempts to roll his eyes at the tease, but ends up squeezing them shut and going into hysterics when Ragatha begins clawing at his underarms. “EhhehEHEhahha!! Nohoho!! RahAHAGathaHA, not thehERE!“ he kicks as tears of mirth begin to form. “Aww, did I find the rabbits weak spot?~“ she giggles and continues poking and clawing at his underarms. “Not yet.“ Gangle interrupts. “I found out about this a while ago, his tickle spot is the back of his neck. Oh, and he’s enjoying every moment of this. Its not punishment to him.“ Ragatha gasps dramatically, “You like this, bunny?!“ Jax hides his face in his arm, subtly nodding. Gangle smiles, “your welcome, Ragatha.“ she says as she walks away quietly. Ragatha smirks at Jax and pauses her attack, grinning. “Gahangle is a traitohor..“ he accuses, letting out breathy giggles. “Well, now that I know I will 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲 tickle you more!“ she smiles and begins to turn him over, gaining acces to his weak spot. “ohoh s[#%]t.“ Jax immediately scrunched up his neck. “Is the big bad bunny afraid of a little bit of tickling?~“ she teases, giggling.

“Shuhut the f[#%]k up and just do ihit.“ Jax commands, aggrovated. “Wow, you want me to tickle you that ba-- ow! Okay, okay!“ Ragatha rolls her eyes “no kicking!“ He snickers under his breath. Ragatha grins and begins tickling the back of Jax’s neck softly but well enought to drive him up the wall. “SohoHOFter is wohohohorse, thIHIhis is eheHEAhaha tohoHOrture!!“ He kicks his feet and shrieks each time she speeds up. “And yet you haven’t told me to stop, even once~” she teases, now beginning to tickle harder and quicker. “EheheEHAhahaHAheh!!! HohOHOly s[#%]t!!” His giggles slowly grow louder and more intense by the minute, when Ragatha suddenly hits a weak spot on his neck, sending a powerful shriek throughout the entire tent. “NOHOHOHO NOT THERE NOT THERE IHIHIHIM GOHONNA DIE!!” He shrieks, laughing like an idiot. “aha! Theres your weak spot!“ Jax begins hiccuping between laughing fits. “OHOHO*ʰⁱᶜ*MY GAHAAHHAHAD!!!“ Jax screams, trying not to accidentally kick Ragtha in the back. “OHOHOHOKAY OKAY, STAHAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEASE!!“ As soon as she hears him say it, she ceases her tickle attack, leaving him greedily gasping for air.

“Thahat was insahane..“ Ragatha giggles, “Yeah, but you liked it~“ She rubs the back of his neck, getting rid of the phantom tickles. “If you’re in a lee mood, come get me~“ She giggles and walks off.

[gaybananabread]

Hello, beautiful soul!! For the fruit shop, could we have lee!Hawks and ler!LoV? With banana, orange, and watermelon? Maybe some of those tickle bites/kisses land on those extra sensitive wings...lord knows how he'd handle a raspberry. He's canonically vibration sensitive.

Fruit(s): Bananas, Oranges, Watermelon

Aww hi Anon! I’ve never written for the LoV besides Dabi, so new experience! I do have the character limit capped at four for these fics, so I just picked the league members that I thought would be most fun. Love writing for KFC, definitely one of my MHA favorites to get got (). This is gonna be pre-PLF because it’s just easier for me that way. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Hawks

Lers: Dabi, Twice, Toga

Summary: Hawks is sassing his fellow LoV members, collectively pissing everyone off. While some more violent methods are suggested, the most interested trio finds a way to get back at the birdie without injuring their “asset.” 

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

The League of Villains were gathered in their “meeting room,” though only two members were really paying attention to Shigaraki’s spiel. Kurogiri was…probably listening? It was hard to tell with him. Mr. Compress seemed to be engaged, nodding along and occasionally humming. Then again, he almost always indulged Shigi’s rants; it was just the kind of man he was.

Dabi was practically laying on the table, his head resting on his folded arms; he couldn’t care less about the precautions. If heroes ever found them, he’d burn them all to a nice crisp. Twice and Toga were trading a piece of paper back-and-forth, writing little notes and doodles to pass the time. Spinner idly twirled one of his blades, sharing most of his teammates’ boredom.

Right as Shigaraki got to the extra repetitive part of his speech, a smug yet smooth voice spoke up. “Don’cha think you should talk about something new, Shigaraki? This is getting kinda old.” 

Six pairs of eyes shot over to Hawks, though most were more excited than shocked; it was something other than the same “we’re the ultimate fighters” speech. Shigaraki, however, seemed less than amused. “Really, hero? And what would you say, since you’re so amazing at speeches?” The word “hero” was said very bitterly; his way of reminding Hawks that he was still on thinner ice.

“Well, ya really haven’t gone over the next moves for the League. We’ve tossed ideas around, but do we have a clear idea? Seems kinda important ta me.” The Decay user frowned, though he couldn’t say Hawks was wrong. He had been laying the hero slander on a little thick, but he was getting angry. Besides, he had a clear idea of what was to come next. He just wasn’t ready to share that big a plan with the bird yet.

“That…isn’t ready for sharing. I do have plans, you just… don’t get to know them.” That wasn’t a lie, either. He wasn’t telling them more than the bare minimum until the day grew closer. Upon hearing this, a few league members huffed and chuckled under their breaths. Even though they knew their leader did have plans, it was funny to see someone make him squirm. 

Hawks normally wouldn’t act like that; his main goal was to blend in and find out the League’s big plans without getting caught. That day, however, he was bored of the same unhelpful information, his casual attitude and snark slipping out without him realizing it.

That week, it had slipped out a lot. Everyone’s patience was wearing thin, to the point of them discussing various torture methods and violent solutions. A few were particularly pissy, having a group discussion about what the hell to do with their newest member.

“I’m gonna kill that ungrateful newbie.” Shigaraki growled in a scratchy, annoyed tone. “Who does he think he is, hijacking my fine meeting?!” Toga giggled, though didn’t make any comments.

Dabi spoke next, huffing. “Told you lunatics he was trouble. But no, none‘a you listened to me. Reap what you sow, assholes.” He really didn’t care about minding his language; everyone was a bit pissed, giving him an excuse. Twice decided to put his two cents in, quite literally.

“C’mon, it’s probably just an off week for him or something. Let’s main him; I’m sure nobody would mind!” Toga giggled again, catching the attention of the hothead. Dabi glared at her, crossing his arms as his snarl somehow deepened. “What’s got you all giggly, psycho? Maiming get you going or somethin’?”

The blonde just shook her head, a shit-eating yet lax smile on her face. “You boys are going about this all wrong~! If he’s making jokes, you gotta make him laugh for it to stop! Izuku-kun does it all the time~” She sounded oddly reminiscent at the end… Still, Dabi just scoffed.

“Make him laugh? And you’re still stalking that hero kid? Seriously?” She disregarded that second part, nodding and smiling widely. “Yeah! He’s looking for a giggle or snicker when he sasses you guys; why not return the favor~?” The answer was cryptic, as things usually were with Toga, but it got a certain man interested. 

“Return the favor? How do we do that, jokes? That’s idiotic, let’s just do it my way!” His first statement sounded intrigued, so Toga went with it and explained. “Well, that’s one way, but Izuku’s friends make it a lot more fun!”

Dabi interjected, sick of the short back-and-forth. “Fuckin’ hell, just say it, you nutjob! Sick of this!” She rolled her eyes, pouting. “So grumpy, Dabi! Well, I say…we tickle him!”

Every man in the room paused, looking at her with varying degrees of “what now?” for her statement. 

“Tickle him? What is this, fuckin’ preschool?”

“Toga, we’re respectable villains, not children.”

“Oh…I mean, uhm, why. What the hell?!”

“C’mon boys, you’re no fun! It would teach him a lesson, and he’d probably stop interrupting your meetings~” Toga said the last bit in a sing-songy voice, making Shigaraki huff. She had won. “Whatever, I don’t care. If it doesn’t work, though, I’m putting chicken wings on the menu.” Their leader left, done with that entire conversation; Toga had his permission, though.

“Are you really not gonna take the opportunity to get back at Hawks? Even after he called you crispy?” The flame user’s nostrils flared; she knew how to play her cards. “FINE! Fine, ya shit, I’ll help! You’re lucky I need revenge…  Twice, c’mon.”

The multi-opinionated villain jumped up, seeming mostly curious and a bit excited to carry out their plan. Well, if you could call the vague outline of “tickle Hawks until he stops being an ass” a plan. Still, they were ready.

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Hawks was sitting at the bar counter, scrolling aimlessly through his phone. He was bored, and the news was rather unhelpful in keeping him up-to-date. He was in a sort of daze, so much so that he didn’t notice the three villains sneaking up behind him. 

Twice took one more step, though that seemed to be a wrong move; the floorboard squeaked, alerting Hawks of their presence. He whipped his head around, seeing the three of them “sneaking” towards him. Oh hell no…

He immediately tried to fly away before realizing that he couldn’t; he had depleted his wings in a fight a few days prior. He was stuck with running. The hero took off, zipping into the back room of the bar. 

The villain trio followed, though Dabi wasn’t putting his full effort into it. Twice ducked through one of the roundabout doors, running through the back halls. Right as Hawks flung another door open to try and escape, he was greeted by two wide cloth eyes. Not good!

Twice tackled him, calling out to Dabi for the taller man to restrict the winged hero. Dabi grabbed Hawks, keeping his hands pinned behind his back as he practically marched the other man back into the main bar. The flame user forced Hawks to sit, using Toga’s red scarf thing to bind his hands together. “Let me go! When I get loose, you guys are-”

Toga pretty much cut him off, too eager to wait any longer. She bent her fingers into claws, running them down both sides of him. He squeaked, biting his lip to restrain the giggles bubbling in his throat. He failed pretty quickly.

The blood enthusiast cooed, speeding up her tickling fingers. “Heya birdie~! You’ve been trying to get us to laugh aaall week! Figured we could give you your turn!” Hawks thrashed a bit, realizing two things: one, dabi was behind him and very close to his wings, and two, he was completely stuck. Shit. “G-gehet off mehehehe!”

Dabi spun the stool a bit, exposing more of Hawks’ front and giving the two other villains more access. His own fingers wormed their ways between his wing bases and his back, tickling furiously; man was wasting no time. The duality of Toga’s gentler teasing and Dabi’s ruthless scribbles drew deep, panicky belly laughter from him. “H-HEHEHEY! DAHABI, NAHAT- GYAAHAHA!”

“Ooooh, bad spot~ Get ‘im, Dabi!” Toga cooed close to Hawks’ ear, her fingers teasing along his ribcage and sides. Now that the man was more exposed, Twice joined in, his hands as split as his personality. The left was lightly clawing at his stomach while the other was digging into the back of his knee. The most wonderful noise Toga had ever heard left his lips; a snorty squeal.

“Awwwww, Hawks~! That’s soooo cute! Twice, make him do it again!” The man continued to torment Hawks’ knee, pulling more loud laughter and a few snorts from him. “TWIHIHI- *snrk* FUHUHAHACK OHOFF!” “Wow, you’re ticklish! He’s like a human squeak toy!” Toga giggled, absolutely delighted; it was like a deranged kid in a candy store.

While those boisterous reactions were great and all, Dabi was out for revenge, not playtime. Looking over the bird man’s wings, he noticed just how much they were twitching from the scribbling on the bases. The most they would move, though, was when Dabi got closer, his breath slightly ruffling a few feathers. Oh…oh that’s perfect.

Leaning in closer, Dabi whispered in the hero’s ear, the smirk clear in his voice. “Get ready to sing for me, birdie~” Hawks squeaked at the buzz on his ear, his eyes widening when he realized just where Dabi was. Toga and Twice were still going to town, giving him no reprieve. It wasn’t as bad as when Dabi was on his wings, but that would soon change. “Dahahabi noho! Ihi- I’ll kihihill youhuhuhu!”

Completely ignoring the other man’s pleas, Dabi lowered his mouth to the depleted wings, gently nibbling on the very top of the frame. 

Hawks practically shrieked, his back arching as he tried to get away. Toga grabbed his waist, both wanting to continue and help out her fellow tickler. “DAHAHAHAHA! *snrk* NAHAHAT THEHERE!”

Dabi just chuckled against his wings, sneaking small kisses in with the nibbles. The other man’s reactions, while adorable, were fulfilling his need for revenge quite nicely. It was also hilarious to see a pro hero absolutely destroyed by something so simple. “What’s wrong, bird brain? Does it tickle?”

At that point, what Twice and Toga were doing was nothing; his wings were horrid, especially with bites and the like. If he could, he’d send his feathers after Dabi to get him off. His wings were left with only smaller feathers, however, and he couldn’t focus enough to control them if he tried.

As much as the man hated to do it, he was really close to his breaking point. Throwing in the white flag, Hawks tried to call the mercy plea, though he had no idea which one to use. “S-STAHAHAP! REHED, UHUNCLE, C’MOHOHON!”

Dabi snickered, taking a quick break from the nibbles and kisses to tease Hawks’ ear once again. “You gotta promise to behave, songbird~ No more sass.” Then, without giving the winged hero a chance to speak, he blew a raspberry right on the base of one of Hawks’ wings. 

That man lost his shit.

“NYAAAAHAHA! *srk* DAHAHA-” The man’s laughter went silent as Dabi blew another raspberry, the killer vibrations spreading all throughout his wings and flooding his senses. The vibration sensitivity in his wings was amazing for flight combat, but it was like an Achillies heel in that moment. Tears of mirth gathered in the corners of his eyes, his thrashing almost tripling.

Toga, of all people, felt a bit bad for Hawks. She liked the bird a bit and had already gotten her fill of his laughter. Plus, the silent stuff was no fun. “Awe, Dabi, give him a break. We don’t wanna kill him; he won’t be able to laugh anymore!”

Rolling his eyes, he pulled his head away; it was almost cute how quickly the man slumped back onto his chest. He was exhausted. 

Panting and trying to regain his composure, Hawks giggled off the residual tickles. Both of his wings were buzzing with ticklish energy, his face red and his mind reeling. “Hoho- hohohoholy shihit…” Looking around, he noticed the expectant looks he was getting. He’d rather not risk that happening again so soon. “Ihi prohohomise to…to stohop sassing youhu guhuhuhuys. Hahappy?”

A small sound came from behind him; something strangely close to an amused snort as Dabi chuckled. “Ecstatic. You’re a mess, bird brain.” Toga leaped forwards, getting very into Hawks’ personal space and smiling. “Oh my, that was adorable! You look so cute when you beg~!” Twice chuckled behind her, both sides of him amused with what happened.

The moment Dabi untied his hands, Hawks stormed off, shutting and locking the door to his temporary room in the bar. Having achieved their goal, the three villains split ways, each going to do their respective business. Dabi went to stalk the city’s nighttime scene, Twice decided to play video games, and Toga updated her tabs on poor Midoriya. While they all did their own thing, all three of them were thinking about what had just happened. 

Even Hawks, who would have preferred to forget it ever happened, laid on his bed with the event running through his mind. He’d definitely be watching his mouth from then on…

[azlan-snow]

Broadcast Husbands

Chapter Three

(Told from Vox’s POV.)

As we begin to settle into the room, I notice the lack of tech in the place. That’s going to change. “Al,” I say, catching his attention. 

“Yes, beloved?”

“Are you going to continue your shows from here or the tower?”

“Here might be nice. How about you and your broadcasts? That would be hard to accomplish from here.”

“True. I’ll keep doing them from the tower.”

“Very well. I shall add it to the remodeling list.”

“Remodeling list?”

“Yes! The princess handed me this list of some of the things she wanted to put in the hotel, but didn’t have the experience nor the people to achieve such a thing.” He hands me the list and I read through it.

“Interesting.” I grab a pen and write ‘tech’ on the paper. “That last one I’ll supply.” I hand it back to him and he looks at it before laughing.

“You definitely will. I will supply the radioes, then.”

“Al, no one listens to radio anymore.”

“That’s not true. Plenty of people do. Including you.”

“Fair. I’m just saying your medium is a little out of date, is all.”

“Out of date? Vox, you’re hilarious. Your’s is too modern, my friend.”

“Ha ha. Very funny.” I snap my fingers to summon my phone and begin to search for something. “I’ll be back.”  I exit the room to find the princess, who was in her room at the other end of the hall. “Charlie? Are you there?” She opened the door, her hair a hot mess.

“Jeez. Who fucked you up?”

“What?”

“Are you okay, Princess?”

“I’m fine. And please call me Charlie. How can I help?”

“I was wondering about the list of things you wanted renovated here. Do you mind if I add some tech and a radio tower?” 

“Of course not!”

“Thanks. And I had another question. One that should be discussed privately.”

“Oh. Come in then.” I walk into the dark room and sit down in the chair that she offered me. “What’s on your mind, sir?”

“Please, call me Vox. It’s only fair.”

“Okay, then, Vox. What do you wish to discuss with me about?”

“The hotel. Why are you doing this?”

“Are you questioning my project or me?”

“Neither. I just want to know the intentions so I can fully help.”

“Uh-huh. Okay. I want Heaven and Hell to work together. They’re always saying everyone deserves a second chance, yet souls end up here. Where’s their second chance?”

“Interesting. But how do you plan to do this?”

“I want to get a meeting with Heaven. Convince them that they are human souls, too.”

“I see. Then we should make this place shine, huh?”

“Most definitely.”

“Very well. We'll begin shortly. Take a nap if you feel like it, Princess. You look like you need it.”

“Fine. And don't call me Princess.” I walked out, leaving the girl in her room. As I walk back, I notice a small pig running down the hall.

“Nuggs, come back!” The skinny one known as Angel chased after it. I scooped up the pig who squeaked upon my sudden movement and squirmed around in my hands. Angel stopped in front of me, fear dormant in his eyes. “Can I have him back?”

“Of course.”  I step towards him and place the pig in his hands. “Relax. I’m not like my husband, who would eat him. I suggest keeping him away from our chambers.”

“Of course. Thank you.” He ran off without another word, and I continued towards the room. As I walked, I contemplated to myself about the Princess’ words. Getting a person into Heaven. That was going to be impossible. But the idea was hilarious. Might as well go with it. “Maybe we should accompany her.” I enter our room and see Alastor missing. “Honey?”

“Yes, darling?” He materializes in the room, walking towards me with a subtle smile. 

“I found out the Princess’ goal.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

“She wants to get people into Heaven. She’s going to ask to meet with them.”

“That’s intriguing.”

“Indeed. What shall we do?”

“You should accompany the young girl. Make sure that her safety is guaranteed.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Fix the fixer-upper, as you say.”

“Very funny.”

“I’m quite serious, Vox.”

“I wasn’t doubting that. It was genuine when I said ‘very funny’.”

“Oh. My apologies. I thought it was sarcasm.”

“It’s fine, babe.”

“Then it’s settled. I’ll even take the princess to the tower.”

“That would be nice. You can retrieve some of my radio show essentials for me while you’re there.”

“Okay. Just tell me what you need. Or write a list.”

“I shall make you a list, beloved. It shall be ready soon.”

“Good. And start with the kitchen. I’ll get groceries when we go.”

“Very well.”

Stay tuned for another chapter! -Az

[kourtniwritesagain]

Make Your Move (Updated 07/18/2023)

A/N: I wrote this a million years ago, but it’s probably the most reblogged/liked story I ever wrote. The blog I wrote it on (thatkourtnichik) has been deactivated for a while. I’ve tweaked a few things in this story and corrected some previous errors. 

“You sure you’re feeling alright?” Will Solace asked Nico di Angelo for the hundredth time.

“Yes.” Nico replied with an eye roll.

He just finished up his prison sentence third day in the infirmary and was currently trying to be alone with his thoughts outside. Of course, Will and his ‘sparkling’ personality had to invade his time alone (and his thoughts and his dreams…).

“Maybe another day—”

“You said three days, Solace,” Nico interrupted, pointing a finger at the blonde-haired blue-eyed boy. “I did my time.”

Will snorted. “You make it sound like a prison sentence.”

“Your words.”

“Hey, believe it or not, I actually know what I’m talking about.” Will replied, nudging Nico with his shoulder. “You know, since I’m ‘special’ and what not.”

Now it was Nico’s turn to snort. “Is that what we’re calling it now? No more half-blood’s, we’re all just special?”

Will chuckled. “It’s less of a mouthful.” 

Nico rolled his eyes and ducked his head to hide his grin.

“Well…look at that, the son of Hades knows how to smile.”

Nico looked up to scoff at the older boy, but he found himself lost in the brilliant sunny smile that was on Will’s face. Nico swallowed slowly and felt heat rise to his face.

“And blushes too…hmm…interesting.” Will’s sunny smile quickly turned smug. Nico pushed at his shoulder, making Will laugh.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re annoying?” Nico asked.

“A few times,” answered Will. “But mostly I get stunning and talented.”

“What about stubborn, aggravating, insufferable, irritating—”

“That’s a lot of adjectives.”

Nico stopped mid-rant and, this time, couldn’t stop the smile on his face. Will Solace had a way of making Nico think differently…to feel differently as well. The son of Hades had been so focused on Percy and what he thought were true feelings for the other boy that he hadn’t been able to see that there were other possibilities for companionship…for love.

Not that he loved Will.

Because he didn’t.

Not at all.

“There’s that smile again! You should do that more often you know,” said Will. “You’re whole face is like…brightening.”

“Yeah well…don’t get used to it.” Nico replied. “I can’t stay out of my brooding cloud for too long. It gets lonely.”

Will laughed at that, and Nico thought that it was a very nice sound.

“I’m sure it’ll survive without you.” Will told him.

“I dunno…everyone’s got their thing and the brooding cloud is apparently mine. I mean, where would we be without Percy’s sass? Or Annabeth’s lack of tact? Or without your pigheadedness—oof!”

Will tackled Nico to the ground and had him pinned on his back. Nico looked incredulously up at the boy and felt his jaw open slightly, shocked at how easily he was taken down.

“You know, some people don’t like to be insulted di Angelo.” Will said, grinning mischievously at him.

“Is that so?” Nico asked, feigning arrogance. “Well, maybe some people just don’t appreciate honesty?”

Will narrowed his eyes adorably (Nico so did not just think that). “You think you’re funny, don’t you?”

Nico shrugged, tugging lightly at his hands, which were pinned underneath Will’s knees. “A little funny, yeah.”

“I’ll give you something to laugh at,” said Will as he brought his hands up and settled them over Nico’s ribs. “Tell me, oh powerful and dark and brooding son of Hades, are you…ticklish?”

Nico gasped and then squirmed slightly as Will started drumming his fingers lightly against his rib cage. “What?”

“Are you ticklish? It’s a common trait among humans, and half-bloods. too, as far as I know. You know, being a ‘doctor’ and all I know which spots to avoid…or torture ruthlessly.”

Nico glared up at him. “Don’t even think about it, Solace.”

Will smirked and dug into Nico’s rib cage, making the other boy bark out a laugh. Of course, Nico di Angelo was stubborn and soon clamped his mouth shut, trying to keep himself from laughing.

“Oh don’t think I’m going to be going easy on you!” Will laughed, wiggling his fingers in between Nico’s rib cage.

Nico tried desperately not to laugh. He hadn’t been tickled in years. The last person to even try had been his sister. Ever since he arrived at Camp, there hadn’t exactly been any time for rest and relaxation. Plus, no one really liked him anyways…well, Will insisted people wanted to befriend him, but Nico had been used to isolating himself and never really got too close to anyone. Plus, he enjoyed his personal space.

Not that Will cared…obviously.

“D-Dohohon’t!” Nico giggled. Ugh. Giggled. How embarrassing!

“You know, if you tell me your worst spot, this’ll be over a lot quicker.” Will told him, moving his hands up Nico’s rib cage and digging into his under arms.

“No! Nonono!” Nico shouted, tugging desperately at his arms to free them. Unfortunately, he had no luck and his strength was being sapped from all the effort he was putting into not laughing.

“Underarms? That’s a hot spot for a lot of people, but I’m guessing this isn’t the spot, am I right?” Will asked, grinning like a fool as he clawed his hands, vibrating them quickly and sending ticklish jolts all throughout Nico’s body. Small huffs of laughter were starting to spill from Nico’s lips, which of course only encouraged Will.

"I wanna hear some good ol’ fashioned belly laughter!” Will stated and decided to move his hands to Nico’s stomach.

And that’s when the dam broke.

“NohohOHOHO! No! WILL! PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“Jackpot!” Will crowed and then proceeded to wreak absolute havoc on Nico’s sensitive tummy.

Nico cackled like a mad man as his stomach was poked, prodded, tweaked, and tortured. Apparently, his stomach was his weak spot, and Will hadn’t been kidding when he said he knew how to torture ruthlessly. Nico’s thin shirt offered very little protection, not that it mattered because the blonde menace was currently pulling it up to get at his sensitive skin.

“WIHIHIHILL! STAHAHAP!” Nico begged, a helpless grin on his face and tears of mirth gathering in the corners of his eyes. Will was making nonsensical patterns all over his stomach, stroking softly and slowly, making Nico shiver.

“You have a very nice laugh. You should laugh more often, ya know?”

“PleHEHEHEASE! I-I can’t TAHAHAHAKE IT!” Nico tried to convince him.

“Oh, you’re taking it just fine!” Will replied cheerfully.

“I wihihihill SEND AHAHA MILLION ZOHOHOHOMBIES i-into yOUR CAHAHABIN! I SWEHEHEHEAR!”

“Meh, zombies aren’t that scary. Besides, hearing you laugh and seeing you smile is more than worth it.” Will replied with a wink.

Nico was thankful that his face was already beet red from laughing so that Will couldn’t tell just how hard he was blushing.

“You know, I’ve heard raspberries are like, the worst feeling for people who are super ticklish on their stomachs.”

“NOHOHO!” Nico protested, but then Will was leaning his head down and there was no stopping him. Nico shrieked and dissolved into deep laughter as Will blew a wet and messy and ticklish raspberry on his belly.

“WIHIHIHIHILL! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Nico begged as Will continued to deliver raspberry after raspberry.

Nico was drumming his heels into the dirt before he finally gave up and went limp, head thrown back and eyes closed as he gave in to the ticklish sensations.

That is until he felt a pair of lips press against his own.

Nico’s eyes went wide just as Will pulled back and beamed down at him.

“You have a very nice laugh.” Will said softly.

“So you’ve said…” Nico replied breathlessly, both from the tickling attack and the shock at having just been kissed.

“C’mon, dinner is almost ready.” Will got off of him and offered him a hand.

“What was—” Nico cut himself off and blushed furiously as he allowed himself to be pulled to his feet.

“The kiss?” Will asked, and Nico nodded. “Well, you just looked so adorable, and I couldn’t help myself. I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable…”

“No.” Nico replied softly.

“No, what?”

“No, it didn't make me uncomfortable.”

Will grinned. “So, I can do it again?”

Nico nodded and smiled back but then quickly scowled. “But if you tickle me again, I will end you, Solace.”

Will laughed. “Duly noted, di Angelo.”

Will grabbed Nico’s hand, and Nico had never felt so happy in all of his life.

[sirianasims]

Chapter 27

Cover Me in Sunshine

Had it been up to me, and me alone, I would have moved Cecilia in with me immediately. But I wanted to make sure Freya was on board with it. She had barely had time to get used to living with Conrad yet, and I didn’t want to spring yet another bonus parent on her without preparation.

I still wanted them to at least meet as soon as possible, though. Cecilia and I had been spending every available weekend together, but I wanted her to be able to visit when Freya was here as well. Cecilia was excited to meet my daughter, and I hoped that they would get along.

For their first meeting, I decided to take them both out to dinner. Neutral ground. It worked when introducing cats and dogs, so why not now? Cecilia was staying with me for the weekend as usual, but I asked her to go ahead and wait at the restaurant while I picked up Freya. Freya knew that we were going to meet my girlfriend, but I wanted a few minutes alone with her to make sure she was prepared.

I didn’t have to worry. From the moment they met, Cecilia and Freya got along like a house on fire.

I had of course proudly told Cecilia all about my daughter, and she immediately started asking Freya about her greatest interest, sports. Freya was ecstatic, and when Cecilia admitted that she had never played basketball, Freya solemnly promised to teach her how to play.

My plan had been to stay in the background to give them a chance to connect, but by the time our food arrived, they were so engrossed in a conversation about cats that I might as well not have been there at all.

Freya was telling Cecilia about how we had found Zoe when Freya was very little. I couldn’t help but smile. I recognised my own words in the way she told it. There was no way she could remember the day that clearly, but I had often told her the story over the years.

She even told Cecilia how her comment about Zoe having green eyes like us had become an inside joke, and how we’d sometimes declare animals on tv as part of the family if they had green eyes. So far, our fictional television family consisted of many cats, a few panthers, one chameleon and a surprising amount of lemurs.

She asked Cecilia about her tattoos, and Cecilia explained that the white cat on her shoulder was her first cat, Snowball, and the black one on her forearm was Mimi. She even talked about how she had come into my clinic by accident eight years ago to buy treats for them. Mimi was still a kitten back then, but she had lost Snowball to old age since.

“So does that mean that Mimi is eight years old now, just like me?”

“She is! And you know what? She also has green eyes, just like you!”

As we were saying goodbye to Cecilia after dinner, she got down on one knee.

“Freya, I need to ask you a very important question. I love your daddy very much and I would really like to come and live with you guys. Would that be fine with you?”

“Sure, then I can teach you how to play basketball! But why are you asking me? I mostly live with Mommy.”

“Because it’s your daddy and your house so I want to hear your opinion.”

“Oh, OK. Will Mimi come and live there too?”

“Of course! I want her to meet you, and she can play with Cooper and Zoe!”

“Yay!”

She hugged Cecilia, who almost fell over backwards.

I looked at the two most important people in my world, and I wanted to cry with happiness.

As we walked back to Conrad and Katherine, I asked Freya if she liked Cecilia.

“She’s so cool! And she’s nice and funny and she has green eyes, and Mimi has green eyes, so they belong with us, like Zoe and grandpa! And Cooper, even if he doesn’t have green eyes, but we love him anyway because his eyes are brown like Mommy’s, right Daddy?”

“That’s right, little monkey”, I said, staring across the harbour while trying not to tear up. For a moment we were both quiet. Then Freya started squirming.

“Daddy? If you and Cecilia had a baby, would the baby have green eyes?”

“Oh… probably, although the baby could also get grandma Cora’s blue eyes or something from Cecilia’s family. You never know. But why are you asking about babies?”

“Because I asked Mommy if I could have a little brother or sister and she said that she is too old and I should ask you instead.”

“I… see. Well, Cecilia is just going to move in for now, and maybe we will have a baby some day. But I can’t promise anything, maybe Cecilia doesn’t even want babies.”

“I bet she does. Do you want me to ask her for you, Daddy?”

“Thanks, monkey, but I think I should ask her that myself. OK?”

“OK. So when can I get a tattoo? I want one on the arm like Cecilia. Conrad has so many, they’re like everywhere, but he says they hurt to get so I only want a small one.”

As I dropped Freya off, I quickly gave Katherine an update on how it went. She could hardly be against Cecilia moving in, seeing as she lived with Conrad now. She said she was happy for me.

I didn’t mention the thing with the babies.

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[siphonomy]

Hiiii I do writing!! Here’s something I wrote for ROY n Lil Leon :o) I didn’t reread it for mistakes (yet) so I’m hoping the 4 people who read it were able to catch onto it. Shoutout to them btw!!

Fic down here !!

Stifled whines disrupted the silence of the air. ROY never got much sleep, but something about having a baby in his home made him much more exhausted. He’s lucky that he isn’t a heavy sleeper. With little struggle he lifted himself out of the cold brick he called a mattress, while he made his way to the crib next to his bed. While blinking away the sleep in his eyes, he reached his hands into the crib,

“What’s wrong, bud? Why’re you crying?”

A baby—well, his baby—squirmed in his father’s hands as if trying to free himself from his zipped up onesie. Globs of tears welled up at the corners of his eyes, reaching out for whatever was in front of him. ROY gently pulled down the zipper on his chest to let Leon move more freely. Another choked sob had ROY wiping the little boy’s tears.

Leon.

What a name. There was no reason behind why he chose it. He just… saw him one day, in a basket outside his front door. He’d sit up with his little blanket wrapped around his tiny body, and in that moment ROY realized just how tall he was. He picked him up, and thought,

“Leon. My little Leon.”

Since then the name stuck. Honestly bringing a baby into his house instead of giving it to an orphanage or something was very impulsive, but maybe it was fate. A chance to redeem himself. To separate himself from that angry man who’d come home and do nothing but drink his sorrows away. He just wanted a chance.

“Oh, I get it now. You’re hungry. C’mon, little guy…”

ROY cradled Leon in his forearm, gently petting his head to hopefully prevent his crying for a bit longer. He’s made sure to leave his bottle somewhere noticeable in the kitchen—because god forbid he lost it again—opening the pantry and scanning for formula. The box was crammed in between some crackers and other various snacks, but he was glad he found it. He thought he’d have to go for a late night grocery run.

“Damn. We gotta get more formula, bud.”

He offered the box to Leon, watching as his hands gripped the corners of the cardboard. He wasn’t crying as much anymore, instead fascinated by the process of making his bottle. ROY found it funny. Leon was just… full of wonder. In his little sparkly eyes, he stared at whatever interested him. Could even be a rock honestly.

The hum of the microwave was rather relaxing. What was less relaxing was the shrilling beeps when it was over, so he made sure to open the door before it hit 00:01. He threw out the box as he poured in the last bit of formula into the hot water, then shook the bottle as aggressively as he humanly could. It was a better outlet than—

He won’t think about it. It’s better if he doesn’t. Leon babbled while reaching out for his meal, his pupils wide and drool dripping from his chin. ROY chuckled as he left the bottle on the kitchen counter.

“Not yet. It’s still too hot, lil’ guy.” He wiped the drool from the corner of his boy’s mouth.

There was something odd about Leon. He was unreasonably small for a baby, and his head was round. Yeah, people’s heads are round, but his was as round as a pea. Maybe that’s why he was left at his door. His parents didn’t want to care for someone so…

Who cares? Leaving a child—especially one as young as Leon—is sick. They could’ve given him love anyway, even if he was ever so slightly deformed. They could’ve left him at any other house. They could’ve given him to someone better.

Better. What defines someone as ‘better?’ There are people out there who would struggle between choosing a meal for themself, or giving it to someone who needs it. There are people who would choose one or the other without much thought. Yet a child is something that isn’t as simple as giving food to the homeless.

A child needs someone who would drop everything for their safety. Someone who would lasso the sun into the sky if it meant said child could look up at the clouds a bit longer. To be held and kissed gently when bruised, soft hands bandaging their scraped knees. A child needs someone that would love them unconditionally. Someone that ROY never was.

He remembered those freezing nights. He’d walk into the nearest bar, and order every concoction they had. Cocktails, margaritas, or even something simple like rum. He’d drink whatever he could get his hands on if it meant he couldn’t think. If he was lucky he’d get someone to walk with him, but they never stepped inside his home. He’d be left lonely at that doorstep.

He remembered how his brain was foggy, and his vision was blurred, and all he could taste was iron in his mouth. His knuckle would sting from pain, yet he’d keep beating the living hell out of whoever he was fighting. He couldn’t remember why they were arguing in the first place. He just remembered that white, burning rage that muffled his voice of reason.

ROY was like this for years. He couldn’t remember when it started, but he knew when it ended. When he heard strange, quiet babbling from behind his door. When he opened that door, and found it. A beacon of hope in his dark life. A child, no older than a few months, chewing on his hand and gripping his beige-colored blanket with tiny fingers.

“Blehhh…”

…How long has he been crying? ROY rubbed the tears out of his eyes before readjusting lil’ Leon in his arms. The boy had noticed his father was crying, and thought being silly would magically make him feel better.

It did. It was so, so stupid, but it did make him feel better.

Fuck—FUCK—THE BOTTLE. ROY frantically reached for the counter feeling for the bottle, then sighed in relief when he felt the still warm milk. He shook it again for good measure, then aligned the teat with Leon’s mouth. His boy reached for the sides of the bottle, but he made sure to hold most of its weight. He is (reasonably) horrified by hurting Leon considering how small he is. He still needed to get used to that.

Pacing around the room as he fed Leon, he watched as his blinking slowed from drowsiness. When he had enough milk he’d push the teat out of his mouth, whining to emphasize his fullness. ROY stifled a laugh as he poured the remaining formula down his sink. He honestly found it to be a waste, but whatever kept his baby safe.

Leon lazily giggled as he was briefly lifted into the air, his dad hoisting him over his shoulder to burp him. Speaking of his dad, he reminisced on the first time he did this. Leon ended up throwing up on his shirt. It was… a pain to clean up, but looking back at it, it was sort of funny. He knew Leon giggled when it happened. Rascal.

Quiet yawning was heard from his side. ROY made sure to tap him a couple of more times to check if he needed to burp again, then brought him back to their shared room. By the time they’d reach his crib Leon was snoring in his ear, curled up to gather the most warmth he could. He is a minute away from crying again from how cute he was.

“My lil’ Leon. I love you.”

ROY gently kissed his son’s temple, then settled him inside his crib. With not-so-much grace he flopped onto his hard mattress. Twisting and turning, he found his most comfortable position: Disgruntled starfish. Doctors say it’s good for your height growth or whatever, but he found it to be comforting. Staring up at the ceiling as he drifted off to sleep.

His eyes were struggling to stay open. Right before he would lose consciousness he mumbled, “Gotta.. get groceries…morning…”

ROY and Leon slept rather peacefully that night.

It would stay like that for many more nights.

[riisada]

im sorry this is so random but it came to my head and i feel like i js have to share it now. ok so like im like crazy ticklish. like poke me and i will fall to the floor screaming. sae would 100% use this.

ok imagine this. when sae first found out, he didn't make a big deal out of it. he said nothing and just continued with his day. his reaction was so small that you somehow assumed that he didn't just witness you practically faceplant nor hear you shriek like a mouse when he accidentally pressed his fingers into your waist a little too hard. he did, though, but simply pretended not to notice.

sae takes every chance from then on to subtly give you little tazes. he has such small reactions and hes so sly with it that he somehow silently gaslights you into thinking that he's not doing it on purpose. he likes to watch you squirm and try to hide your reactions. he thinks its funny and cute.

one day, you're cuddling on the couch together and you're arguing about what to do for dinner. you dont feel like cooking and sae can't cook anything other than ramen noodles and pasta from a box. (which both of you dont really want) you want to go through drive-thru and sae just wants to order doordash. there's a moment of silence mid-argument when sae decides that enough is enough and he is not driving. he will have doordash.

he suddenly starts an assault on your sides, and you start screaming. hes absolutely MERCILESS as he pins your arms up with ease and completely DESTORYS you. he spiders his hand up and down your ribs, making you squeak and squeal, trying in vain to get away from his attack.

hes MEAN. he'll mumble little teases like, "aww, you're so cute.." or "wow, you're REALLY ticklish" as he just WRECKS you and you buck underneath him, laughing hysterically.

he shoves a hand into your armpit and delights in the practical snort you let out. he almost laughs along with you because of how contagious your laugh is. he then easily flips you over and starts scratching all around your shoulderblades. he grins that boyish grin you love when you cackle, throwing your head back, though you can't see it. here's when he gets even MEANER.

he stops his relentless attack and starts gently scratching your back just enough to make you giggle slightly. he slides a sole finger all over you back as you kick your feet whenever he discovers a more sensitive area near the small of your back, letting out a giggle. he starts doing that thing where he counts the bumps in your spine, making sure to taze each one before moving on to the next, letting out slow, "1... 2... 3... ooh! this ones sensitive~"'s just to add onto your embarrassment.

he then resumes his attack and flips you back over before drilling his thumbs into that sweet spot on your hips, delighting in the screeches and cackles you release. "a little ticklish, are we?" he grins as you just laugh, unable to muster out any retort. he then goes back to spidering all up and down your tummy and ribs, making you laugh brightly, which just makes him melt.

eventually, he relents, not wanting to kill you. you sigh grumpily as he holds you to his chest, occasionally giving your back a ticklish lil scratch just to watch you jump and glare at him. he smiles triumphantly when you grouchily give in and tell him to order doordash.

he uses this technique to get his way very, very often.

(he also just tickles you for fun sometimes bc he thinks that your reactions and giggles are really cute)

[amazingmsme]

Do you have any lee!wiggly x ler!wilbur hcs??? We need more of those two tbh

Anon: *donna daggit voice* could you make a statement on wiggly/wilbur

*dan reynolds voice* i am dan reynolds and im here too

Anon: While we're on the subject do you have any wiggly wilbur thoughts bouncing around that you haven't shared?

My my, hungry aren’t we? Says the hungry hungry caterpillar herself

I keep bouncing around like a pinball on how tf Wiggly landed on Tickle Me Wiggly for his doll. Like did he come up with it on his own, or did Wilbur suggest it for shits n giggles & Wiggly just went with it because it “sounds fun”

Bouncing off that idea, Wiggly would totally pretend like he has no clue what tickling is & makes Wilbur explain it to him, planning to launch a surprise attack. But the thing is, Wilbur thinks he legit doesn’t know what it is because he just can’t see Wiggly as anything but a straight shooter & jokes don’t seem like his style. So Wilbur just kinda smirks like “well, it’s easier if I show you” & attacks HIM

Wiggly wasn’t expecting it at all & crumbles immediately. He’s just rolling around on the ground while Wilbur tries out all his spots & teasingly explains everything he’s doing & why he’s laughing so much. He’s such an asshole

So Wilbur basically found out right away that Wiggly’s very ticklish, but what goes around comes around bitch! Wiggly wasted no time once he recovered & made sure Wilbur knows who’s in charge

The other lib saw him get his shit wrecked & are the most obnoxious peanut gallery, they’re no help at all. He’s screaming for at least ONE of them to do something & they’re just like “oh but we want to learn what it is too” & Wiggly’s just laughing too hard to yell at them

Earlier I mentioned how when he cuddles Wilbur, he basically uses his entire body & even hugs him with his tentacles. He LOVES to tickle him when he’s least expecting it & is able to attack multiple spots at once. He thinks it’s so cute & funny how Wilbur squirms all over & still can’t escape his grasp

During one of their cuddle sessions, Wilbur was idly tracing/rubbing along one of the tentacles wrapped around him. Wiggly gasped & accidentally squeezed tighter & practically just gave himself away. Wilbur has a fucking field day with it & teases the shit out of him

Wiggly gets so giggly & squirmy when you get him good, it’s honestly so adorable

If Wiggly’s in a ler mood he takes all of it out on poor Wilbur. He’s not gonna get away for hours

Wiggly loves to work him up & make him flustered over a period of time to really drag things out. But he’s not so tough when the tables are turned

I hope that this is enough food for everyone! Just some appetizers ‘til I write a fic!