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Halloween Special | 👻

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Pairing: Bada Lee x ghost!reader(?)*

Warning: Ghost, fluff, mention of death?

Synopsis: Bada found a suspiciously cheap rental

AN: Halloween!! I am HYPED ^_^ Hope y’all like this one, it is a little odd but I just wanted to write some brainless fluff for Halloween >////<

*I know the tag says Bada Lee x reader but I figure it’ll be a little weird to insinuate that the reader is dead… so I’ve settled with vagueness (no y/n or you used in this fic) in hopes that I’m not making things too weird 0.0 sorry if it just made this fic harder to read :(

Bada had an inkling that the deal was too good to be true when she rented the apartment, located dead-smack in the city, at such a low price.

Nevertheless, she was still scared shitless when she saw the ghostly apparition behind her the first morning she moved in.

“Ohmygodwhatthefuck,” her words blurred into one as she flung her toothbrush at the mirror, choking on the foamy toothpaste as she stumbled backwards.

The ghost caught her before she would’ve cracked her melon at the handle, gingerly placing her down to the cold tile.

Hovering over Bada’s body, frozen in fear, the phantom crouched down to meet the dancer at eye level.

You okay there? Her voice echoey, sending chills down Bada’s spine. She snapped her jaw shut, nodding dumbly, eyes still bulging in fear.

“I-” Bada opened her mouth to try to form a sentence, but her thoughts escaped her mind as soon as she hung. What to even say to a poltergeist? She settled on more gawking.

Sorry, just wanted to welcome you to the place. The ghost wasn’t particularly scary looking, not especially with the apologetic look and puppy dog eyes. Guess I’m your new housemate!

Said new housemate took a while for Bada to get used to. She initially thought about moving out, but the non-refundable deposit and rising rent didn’t really provide much of an alternative option. She thought about getting an exorcist too, but figure that will probably be rude considering that she was there first, after all.

After the initial fright though, Bada quickly realised the perk of having such housemate around. Especially during summer, haunting at the rental really keeps the place cool and the electricity bill low. That one time when she locked herself out, ghostly housemate quickly came to her rescue.

The phantom really lived up to her name, as Bada haven’t really seen her since the initial encounter - except occasionally out the corner of her eyes.

An air of unease that hung over the air every time Bada gets home seemed to indicate that the other tenant have only recently left the room to prevent giving her a fright.

“Hey,” Bada called out timidly, a few months into the tenancy. “Are you there?” She had begun to wonder if this was all a figment of her imagination. It wasn’t.

The linen closet creaked open and a girl peeked out from behind the door. Hi?

Bada took a deep breath to compose herself before waving the poltergeist over with a small smile (technically, with her peaceful nature, Bada wasn’t sure if she can even be classified as one - more along the line of Casper the ghost if anything). After coexisting for these few months, Bada is starting to feel a little rude for not have gotten to know her housemate all these time.

The friendly spirit kept her distance even after the introduction - she can occasionally be seen sitting by the window sill right around twilight or found stargazing on the balcony - but she almost excuse herself (vanish) whenever Bada enters the room, reluctant to make her feel uneasy.

So when Bada came home to blaring music one night, she decided to creep up to the source of noise. She found the door to her spare room (she mostly uses it as a dance room) slightly agape and peeked a glance into it.

She found her housemate vibing to some early 2010’s pop music, tapping her feet (?) as she swayed to the tune. Even though it’s not like ghost can even get sweaty, she has pulled her hair up into a messy bun, eyes shut as she joyfully danced her heart out.

Bada couldn’t hold back a chuckle escaping her lips, her hands flying to her mouth as soon as it does. The ghost snapped around, flustered, let out a shriek that slammed the door shut and a few books off the bookshelf. A crackling static sound was heard before the music was stopped.

“I’m so sorry!” Bada shouted through the door apologetically, realising that she had spooked the spook. “I was just curious about what you’ve been doing.”

More silence followed as the tall girl leaned on the door frame, waiting for a response.

No, I suppose it’s fair. A scare for a scare - we’re even now.

The door opened, and Bada found the poltergeist (now officially one after the door slamming and object throwing) curled up on the floor, face buried in her hands.

“Awwh don’t be embarrassed, you’re not too bad,” the dancer comforted, squatting down to the spirit. She remained curled up and did not budge once. “Your basics is actually pretty solid, want me to teach you?”

That made the sulking spirit look up, eyes glistening. Really?

Bada couldn’t help but notice that the girl is really cute - her gleaming and excited doe eyes made her forgot that she’s a ghost for a moment, reaching out to fix her fringe back into place. Her eerily icy skin snapped that reminder back into the dancer.

“Yeah-” scolding herself for having a split second of immoral thoughts on the undead, Bada quickly stood up and turned to the speaker. “I do teach dance for a living after all, and you’ve been an exceptional housemate.”

The ghost took her hand, a smile growing on her face. Thank you. I guess you can teach dead dogs new tricks after all. The warm twinkle in her eyes was payment enough for Bada’s dance masterclass.

Over the next few weeks, the girls have gotten closer over the dancing classes. Sightings are now more often around the house.

Bada has noticed that her food is always at the right temperature, her morning coffee never scorching her anymore. Her laundry is never rained on, even when she run late from work. One time she rushed home, remembering that she’d left the hair straightener on, only to find the electricity turned off and the iron back in her drawer.

“Thanks,” the overworked choreographer cooed in relief, “I was worried I’d burn the house down.”

Wouldn’t want to be cremated twice. Her dark humour gave Bada a good laugh as she ran back out the door to attend her workshops.

On her way home from work, the dancer stopped by a local florist to pick up a simple white rose bouquet, a token of thank-you for her housemate.

From that point onwards things escalated. Bada would bring home books to replenish the ghost’s bookshelves, making sure she have sufficient reading materials to lounge by the windowsill. The poltergeist is in charge of clearing out trash when the choreographer is on her away trips. Soon little tidbits and souvenirs joined the books and bouquets collection, and Bada would return home to cooked meals and warmed baths (or iced baths, if she’s had a particularly strenuous workout on her schedule).

Then the ghost stopped hiding, and Bada would wake up to cooked breakfast and a lounging phantom, rocking on the chair she’d bought on a whim (Bada thought it would be funny to have a cliched rocking chair in a haunted house, to which the spirit agreed - she even asked for some yarn and knitting needles to occupy her time, Bada received plenty of beanies and sweaters in return).

Soon it became a norm for the duo to comfortably coexist in the cozy haunted space for two.

“I’m gonna run late tonight,” Bada shouted, to nowhere in particular, knowing that she’ll hear her anyways. An echo from the kitchen confirmed that the message was received.

Bada later found a birthday cupcake in her lunchbox. Smiling, she gently peeled back the wrapper of the red velvet cake, taking a bite into the scrumptious dessert.

“Ooo who’s that from?” Tatter teased, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at their team leader. “How come we haven’t heard anything about anyone packing your lunchbox?”

“She’s not just anyone-” Bada blurted out, stopping herself in the track when she realised her Freudian slip, “-just my housemate is all.”

Sharing a knowing look, Tatter and Lusher decided let their team leader simmer in her own thoughts.

The alcohol involved in the birthday party later on, however, probably does not help with thought formation.

Team BEBE had to hoist their very intoxicated birthday girl home that night. Sowoen especially regretted in feeding the much taller dancer too much alcohol.

While the group was fumbling to find the keys off Bada, the front door creaked open.

“Oh god Bada this is so unsafe, how’d you haven’t gotten robbed is beyond me,” Tatter half scolded as they dropped her onto the couch. “And why is your lights still on? How much do you pay in electricity bills a month?” Her rambling questions was cut short by Lusher jabbing her on the side.

“You must be-”

Housemate. Thanks for bringing her back safely.

The spirit managed to present herself passingly as a regular human, smiling warmly and offering tea to the late visitors. Even though they couldn’t really put a finger on what was making them feel so strongly unsettled, the group trusted their gut feelings and politely declined the offer. Tatter and Lusher in particular assumed that it was simply a case of jealous and/or possessive girlfriend.

Once the group was sent off, the phantom floated back to a flushed red Bada, offering some water.

“C-can you get me some iced towel?” The dancer asked meekly. The ghost simply pressed her icy palm onto her cheeks, cooling her down instantaneously. “Ahh that’s much better than a towel, no dripping water.”

I can make dripping ceiling happen if that’s what you want.

Bada chuckled, leaning onto her personal ice pack. “Please don’t do that, I think we have a routine inspection next week.”

You mean you have a routine inspection next week, the spirit giggled, it’s not like they can evict me.

“And you’re gonna let someone else move into our home?” The dancer slurred, darting her gaze up to the phantom.

Maybe she’s drunk, but she swear she saw a rosy tint forming on the ghost’s cheeks. You mean your house.

“I mean our-” Bada sat up, pulling her housemate closer, “our home.”

You’re drunk. An invincible force pulled the dancer back into the couch, the spirit’s hands still placed on her cheeks. Get some rest.

Bada wanted to argue but a haunting siren song lulled her into a slumber. It was a soothing melody that sounded foreign but yet felt so natural to her. She managed to wrap her arms around the cold body to cool off her intoxication before sleep claimed her.

She woke up the next morning to the smell of breakfast and fresh coffee. Groaning, she opened her eyes to a glass of water and two aspirins floating in front of her.

Hung over?

Bada hummed and nodded at the question, wincing at the splitting headache as she does.

I’m lucky to be somber and sober.

Laughing softly as to not cause another jolt of pain, the dancer sat up, regretting the heavy drinking from the night before. “Hey,” she motioned with her eyes close. Feeling the palpable change in atmospheric pressure next to her, a smile curled her lips upwards. “Now that I, too, am sober-” she paused to reach around, continuing when she found her personal poltergeist, pulling her forward, “- I meant what I said last night. I’m lucky to have you.”

Pressing a soft kiss on the girl in her arms, she let the soft words fall from her lips. “Our home.”

#bada lee #swf2 #bada lee x reader #fanfic #swf2 x reader #fluff #halloween #Spotify

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Like Real People Do, Part 7! ♡ (Casper x Avery)

☁️ Summary: Casper and Avery wake up together for the first time. It's chore day, and Casper needs to go grocery shopping. Avery tags along!

☁️ Warnings: Lee!Avery (my beloved). Avery teasing. There is quite a... descriptive kiss scene. No nudity, no NSFW like usual. Not actually a TON of tickling in this, but... let me cook, okay? 💙Some suspense at the end.

☁️ Author's Note: It took me a while to come up with how I wanted this to go, but I'm pretty happy with how it came out, and I have a ton of new ideas now. Hope you like it, and as always, your support and comments on my work are incredibly appreciated. 💙

This is a series now!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7 *you are here

Part 8

If you just got here and want to know more about my characters, you can read my comic starting right here!

I awoke to birdsong, and – as had become increasingly rare for me – a bedroom filled with light. 

The humidifier, having long run out of water, rasped beside me on the nightstand. I switched it off and checked the time on my phone. Eleven-eleven a.m. Lucky. 

I rolled onto my back, rubbing my eyes. It was Saturday. I was grateful to have slept so well, but Saturday was chore day, and I was starting late. I sat up, and as my vision came into focus, I noticed two tented points at the foot of my bed. 

“Oh, that's right; Avery stayed over last night,” I remembered. I cringed, hoping I hadn't done anything weird in my sleep. 

As I turned to look at him, my breath caught. 

Avery was still asleep. He had folded the blanket – I wondered if he'd gotten too hot in the night – such that it only covered him from the waist down. His hands rested neatly on his chest, over his bunched-up tank top, which had ridden up to reveal his pale tummy. I stared in fascination as my curiosity from the previous day was satisfied; it was easier to see his “internal storm” on a larger canvas. 

Sunlight filtered through the venetian blinds, painting Avery in golden stripes as I watched the clouds beneath his skin swirl and undulate. Flashes of miniature lightning streaked randomly through the misty haze. Rain, too, condensed in tiny droplets on the inside of his transparent skin, streaming down his sides like a car window in a storm. As my eyes traced along his skin, another of my curiosities was satisfied; nestled in the center of his belly was a small, spiral-shaped navel, which I noticed with amusement was the same color as his “moderately embarrassed” blush. 

Despite the silent tempest raging inside him, Avery was dead to the world, his chest slowly rising and falling with his undisturbed breath. 

The urge to reach out and touch his stomach – which I could only imagine was as plush and delicate as the rest of him – was, of course, completely unbearable. I turned away, feeling my blush begin to spread like wildfire. Should I cover him up? Was it right to stare, when he hadn't revealed this to me himself? 

I felt the bed shift. 

“Dewdrop…?” Avery's voice – normally airy and mellifluous – was even woollier than usual. He smiled sleepily as our eyes met. “How long have you been awake?”

“Not very long,” I croaked nervously. My tired voice was not as pleasant as Avery's. I grabbed my water bottle from the nightstand and sipped. “I… um. I didn't mean to look, but…” I let my eyes trail down to his tummy, suddenly tongue-tied. 

Avery looked down, then snickered a little. “Oh, my belly? Sorry, I got a bit hot last night… you are a very warm sleeper,” he chirped, and then I watched his expression change as he read my face. 

“Oh,” he said in a low tone, with an inflection that made my ears burn. 

“Hehe… It's not a secret, you know; you can look and even touch if you want to. I know you can see lightning in there, but I promise, it's safe. You won't get shocked.” 

I inched a bit closer, pressing my lips together. With barely-contained eagerness, I rested my fingertips on Avery's bare tummy. Though I couldn't hear the squall inside him, I could feel the wind, rain and low rolls of thunder against my hand. It was mesmerizing and almost hypnotic to watch – I was reminded of staring into a campfire, the flames dancing and licking the night sky. 

Avery looked like he was holding his breath; I guessed that his tummy wasn't only trembling from the storm. Experimentally, I drew a wide circle with my fingertip around his bellybutton, my eyebrows raising as I glanced at him. 

“Pfff, kehehehe,” Avery tittered, a pale blue tint rising in his cheeks. 

“What's wrong~?” I teased. 

“Aheh… th-that tickles…” He raised a hand to his face, shyly obscuring his huge grin. 

So sincere as always. My heart liquefied. 

“Why do you always cover your smile like that?” I asked. I knew why I did it, but Avery wasn't nearly as shy, especially not about tickling. Come to think of it, I'd noticed he covered his mouth fairly often when he laughed, even if it wasn't from being tickled. I paused, stilling my fingers so he could answer. He looked away from me uncomfortably. 

“Ah, well, I… the truth is… I'm shy about my teeth,” he nearly whispered. 

I was dumbfounded. 

He wasn't smiling anymore, so I had to imagine Avery's delicate, round teeth. They were small and a bit crooked in the front, but grew to be relatively large toward the back. I loved them. I loved his smile. I loved his big, uncontrollable laugh. I loved him. What could he possibly be shy about? 

“Dude, are you kidding me? They are so fucking cute. I get the worst butterflies from your smile, are you serious? Like, what do you even think is wrong with them? They're perfect.” My response was untempered; I was incredulous. 

“Ah… it's just that, I know they don't look human… Even in my human form, I can never get the teeth right. I'm worried they unsettle you. I'm worried they look strange, and I don't even know if there's a way for me to fi—!” 

My hands clasped both sides of Avery's soft head as, for the first time, I pressed my lips hard against his. Through my palms, I felt electricity flowing in wavering, erratic pulses. My eyes squeezed closed as I tamped down my screaming internal monologue, which threw up big yellow caution signs, warning me that Avery would be upset, that he wouldn't like it, that I had morning breath, that I wasn't a good kisser. All drowned in a sea of insignificance as he placed his large hands on my shoulders, pushing me backwards onto the bed so that he could kiss me – really kiss me – back. 

Everything about Avery's mouth was cold, his teeth like icy glass marbles. His lips were soft as cashmere, and he tasted like clean rain. As he kissed me, his hands cradled the back of my head, fingers gently curling into my blue hair. I inhaled through my nose. The scents of wet brick, cloves and old paper assailed my senses in an intoxicating bouquet. Though he was gentle, I could sense the sheer power behind his touch; it was obvious how much the cloud-man had to suppress his strength to handle a fragile creature like me. My head spun; he was cautious, at first, then excited – his curious tongue slipped eagerly over mine, first boldly exploring, then a shy retreat, then bold again. Avery kissed like a hurricane walking on eggshells. My hands buzzed with static as they followed the curves of his head, gently stroking his face as I let him devour me to his heart's content. 

After a while, he pulled back, leveling his eyes with mine. I snorted, then laughed – I couldn't help it. Avery laughed, too. 

“Don't tell me that was your first kiss,” I joked. 

“Was it that obvious?” He was already so flushed that it was hard to tell if he was blushing, but he looked embarrassed. I placed my hand on his cheek. 

“I mean… yes, hehe. But that isn't a bad thing; it was really cute. It's fun to kiss someone who doesn't know how. I'm sorry I stole it from you, though.” 

“Please, don't apologize. I can't imagine a better first experience.” My turn to blush. 

“Aha, well, I… I did my best,” I accepted awkwardly. 

Avery sat up, bringing me with him. My head reeled as my vision swam with stars, my body wobbling a bit. 

“Oh god, I'm sorry, I forgot you can't sit up that fast. Are you okay?” He steadied me with a hand on my shoulder. 

“Ah, yeah, no worries. It's already going away.” I checked the time. Twelve thirty. 

“I have to go to the grocery store today. Do you want to come with me? We can probably get it done in an hour.” 

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It shouldn't have made a difference, because I was the only human to have the pleasure of seeing Avery’s real form at all, but I was honored that he'd become comfortable enough to transform in front of me. Watching electricity spark and pop around Avery's head as he condensed his cloudy visage into a human one was like watching a scene from Fantasia; loud, magical, captivating. He was still pretty tall in his human form – enough to earn curious glances – but thus far, he'd never been detected as anything other than human on our outings. 

“So… ever met the man himself?” Avery closed the passenger side door – so gently, I wasn't sure it was closed – but I decided to leave it. 

“Ever met who?”

“Gary.”

“What? Gary who?”

“This store is called Gary's Market, isn't it? It says so on the sign.” 

I tried not to laugh; I didn't want to insult Avery. Though he was academically knowledgeable about humans, the nuances of real human life often eluded him. A few giggles snuck out. 

“Nah, dude. This is a local chain, but, we don't usually meet the people stores are named after. Unless it's, like… a one-man show. Like ‘Lisa's Bakery’ and Lisa is the only one who works there. You know?”

“Ahh… that makes sense. I wonder what Gary is like.”

“Honestly man, like a lot of business owners in this country, he's probably a douchebag.” 

“What does d-”

“Avery, I love you, but please don't ask me what douchebag means in this busy parking lot.” 

Avery tittered. “Okay, sorry.”

I grabbed one of the only two available carts. It really was busy that day. 

“Shit, I forgot my list,” I cursed, biting my lip. I already disliked grocery store trips, and I was feeling especially anxious with the unexpected crowd. 

I felt Avery's cool hand on my shoulder. “Hey, don't worry. I know what you normally get, I can help. Okay? And if you feel like there are too many people, we can always come back later.” 

I managed a smile. “Thanks, man. Let's get this over with.”

We started looping up and down the aisles, Avery reminding me to get staples, as well as things he knew I liked: Rice, chicken, eggs, my favorite tea cookies, my favorite brand of hot sauce. Somehow, he already knew which things I was running out of, and which would last until the next trip. I was touched by his observance and consideration; I never realized he took such an interest in the mundanity of my life. 

Two aisles left; frozen goods, and fruit. Mercifully, the frozen section was a wide aisle that was also pretty vacant, and I was able to relax a bit. 

“How are you feeling?” Avery asked, his eyes trained on me. 

“A bit better now. I'm glad we're almost done, and it seems like people are leaving.”

“Come here, I have to tell you something.”

I closed the gap between us, looking quizzically up at Avery. 

“Closer,” he lilted, smirking. “It's a secret.” 

I turned my ear toward Avery, and he stooped to my height. As he did, he ensnared my body in his arms, ensuring I could not escape. 

His lips brushed my ear – intentionally, I was certain – with a kind of tickle that nearly made me scream as he whispered: 

“When we get back, I am going to give you such a tickling, you won't even remember what it's like to be anxious.” 

He let me go, and I teetered like an elephant on stilts, my blush burning from my collar to my hairline. Giggling, he braced me with a hand on my back. 

“You can't just… you… that was so uncalled for, I just can't believe…” I babbled, taking a few moments to steady my gait. I was preparing to fire back, but just then, an exhausted-looking mom with a gaggle of noisy kids entered the aisle. I glared at him as he tried to hide his escalating laughter behind his hand. 

“This isn't over,” I threatened quietly as we rounded the corner into the fruit aisle. 

When it came to fruit, I let Avery get whatever he wanted. Since his favorites – strawberries, watermelon, and citrus – weren't in season in fall, he selected pre-cut pineapple and grapes.

Finally, we arrived at the – very long – checkout line. 

“See, that wasn't so bad, was it?” Avery said. 

I looked up at him, and my stomach dropped. 

Around his head, the faint outline of his cloud form was starting to appear. I desperately checked my phone – less than a minute left on Avery's transformation. I looked at the grocery store line. Due to the crowd, it had taken longer to get through shopping than usual, and I'd lost track of time; we weren't going to make it. 

Panic spread from my face to Avery's. For the first time, I saw his eyes flood with real fear. 

“What do we do?” He whimpered uncharacteristically. 

My first thought was the bathrooms, but they were all the way at the back of the store. The checkout line we were in was not close to the exit, either. I looked around frantically, before my eyes settled on a set of black double-doors labeled in bold red letters: “employees only.” It was the only refuge we might get to in time. I prayed nobody would be back there; I didn't want to think about what would happen otherwise. 

I swirled the cart around, tucking it into the nearest aisle and taking us out of the line. Then I grabbed Avery's hand, power-walking toward the doors.

“I'm not going to let anything happen to you.” 

I pushed the large doors open and we were out of sight. 

#tickle fic #tickle fluff #tickling community #casper and avery #like real people do #fluffylore #writing #my fic #romance #tickling #ocs #my ocs

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What They Dress Up As For Halloween & How They Spend The Holiday

Masterlist

Post Type: Headcanons

Warning(s): Drug Use, Alcohol Use

A/n: Just some headcanons for spoopy day

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Nathan:

Goes all out on a demon costume and you can't change my mind

Quite a bit of fake blood (obvs)

Eats some candy, mostly eats chips

His favorite movies to watch during this time of the year are Rob Zombie, Stephen King, and Clive Barker movies and you can't change my mind

Doesn't do too much else

Pickles:

It varies, back during his SnB days he dressed as a playboy bunny one year. And then another time he dressed as a pickle (self-explanatory)

But this time? This time he had the bright idea to grab one of those inflatable dino outfits

Probably spends the night getting high and drinking

BUT!

Instead of smoking, he's taking edibles

And stuffing himself with candy

While watching shitty b-list horror movies like Auntie Lee's Meat Pies or I Drink Your Blood (aka two of my favorites)

Skwisgaar:

Either dresses as an elf or a vampire (or The Rum Tum Tugger from Cats 1998)

This time he chose to dress as Lestat

He spends time in his room playing guitar (any surprise?)

But also binges movies like Casper and Hocus Pocus

*Insert Skwisgaar dancing to Get Down Goblin*

Also carves a pumpkin (and fails)

"bUt sKwIs iS sErIoUs!!!"

He's a goofball, just a dignified goofball who pretends to be serious

Secretly gets a pumpkin spice latte from Starbucks

alright im having too much fun with this

Toki:

Dresses up as Mister Mistofolees from Cats 1998

Eats way too many sweets, Charles made sure they were sugar-free, but that didn't stop Toki from getting a major tummy ache

Probably spends the night alternating between Halloween episodes of shows, children's movies, and quality gore-fest horrors

Some notable things he watched: The entire Spongebob Squarepants Halloween DVD, Casper, Hocus Pocus, Earnest Scared Stupid, Human Centipede, Basket Case, etc

Murderface:

THis man doesn't want to dress up too much, so he puts on some devil horns and attaches a devil tail to his belt

Def eats x3 his weight in candy

Does the thing where he watches some jump-scare-filled horror movie and has to sleep in Pickles' room

Charles:

Totally dresses as Westley from The Princess Bride

(omg im imagining it and 💦, i might need to write a smut piece later ft him dressed as Westley)

Doesn't gorge himself on candy, but he does treat himself a little bit

He's one of those people that loves black licorice (aka me) and candy corn (aka not me)

Puts on a horror movie while he works (still dressed as Westley)

Knubbler:

Initially, I was gonna write Toki dressed as Mad Hatter (bc imagine him having a s/o who dresses as Alice omg so cute), but another time

Knubbler dresses as the Mad Hatter (specifically Johnny Depp's Hatter, but I can also see him attempt Andrew-Lee Potts' Hatter)

His eyes make it all the madder

His favorite Halloween candy is Twix, but he also enjoys Sour Patch Kids

Probably watches at least one horror movie

Magnus:

Dresses as a pirate, and you can't change my mind

Of course, this was probably to infiltrate Dethklok's Halloween party

But if he was with someone (or if this was after Doomstar), he probably just stays home and hands out treats to kids

Eats a couple pieces of candy, but then just has one of those microwavable TV dinners

And watches horror movies (Saw, Hellraiser, etc)

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#original post #metalocalypse #nathan explosion #skwisgaar skwigelf #pickles the drummer #toki wartooth #wiliam murderface #charles foster offdensen #dick knubbler #magnus hammersmith #halloween #happy halloween

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the   saints   ,   andy   mineo   +   kb   +   trip   lee   ┈   bones   ,   imagine   dragons   ┈   run   boy   run   ,   woodkid   ┈   running   up   that   hill   ,   kate   bush   ┈   river   ,   bishop   briggs   ┈   new   level   ,   king   kyle   lee   ┈   bonkers   ,   armand   van   helden   +   dizzee   rascal   ┈   nate   growing   up   ,   labrinth   ┈   you’re   gonna   go   far   kid   ,   the   offspring   ┈   holding   out   for   a   hero   ,   bonnie   tyler  .

𝔟𝔦𝔬𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔥𝔶.

odessa   zindelli   only   ever   grew   up   with   a   father   and   four   brothers.   she   was   the   middle   child   ,   every   sibling   almost   exactly   two   years   apart.   [ trigger warning : death . ] when   her   youngest   brother   was   born   ,   her   mother   died   in   a   boating   accident   on   her   anniversary   with   odessa’s   father.   casper   zindelli   was   left   to   raise   all   five   children   on   his   own.   [ end trigger warning . ] he   was   a   soccer   coach   at   the   time   and   every   one   of   his   kids   had   the   desire   to   play   in   order   to   stay   close   with   him.   odessa   trained   with   her   brothers   beginning   at   a   young   age   ,   starting   out   as   just   a   goalie   because   the   boys   wanted   to   go   off   and   be   the   forwards   ,   but   she   quickly   earned   her   place   in   the   family   as   she   grew   up.

she   played   all   throughout   elementary   school   and   middle   school   ,   climbing   her   way   to   the   top   each   year   and   earning   herself   multiple   hometown   high   scores   to   put   under   her   belt.   upon   entering   high   school   ,   she   became   one   of   the   most   recognized   soccer   players   on   the   east   coast   due   to   her   dedication   to   practices   and   her   natural   agility   when   it   came   to   the   sport.   she   grew   close   with   her   teammates   and   coaches   ,   milking   the   whole   teenage   athlete   dream   as   much   as   she   could   while   her   brothers   also   played   for   their   schools.   they   were   nowhere   near   as   good   as   odessa   had   become   –   earning   athlete   of   the   month   twice   a   year   for   four   years   straight   in   high   school   ,   beating   the   school’s   winning   streaks   ,   stepping   up   as   varsity   captain   when   she   was   just   a   freshman.   she   was   every   high   school   soccer   coach’s   wet   dream   ,   basically.

not   only   was   she   extremely   talented   when   it   came   to   sports   ,   but   she   was   also   smart.   with   an   eidetic   memory   and   the   ability   to   fly   through   her   classes   ,   high   school   became   nothing   more   than   a   breeze   to   her.   this   got   the   attention   of   recruiters   and   she   got   multiple   scholarships   offered   to   her   all   throughout   high   school   for   college.   ultimately   ,   she   chose   to   go   with   the   university   of   california   at   berkeley   ,   where   she   would   soon   begin   playing   all   throughout   college.   her   college   years   didn’t   last   long   ,   though   ,   because   she   graduated   a   year   early   and   became   one   of   the   youngest   players   to   earn   a   spot   on   the   u.s.   olympic   women’s   soccer   team   at   just   twenty-one   years   old.   

the   following   year   ,   she   became   a   co - captain   of   the   team   and   has   been   ever   since.   she   earned   her   spot   as   a   forward   and   is   responsible   for   bringing   the   team   to   many   ,   many   victories   alongside   her   teammates.   she   takes   her   career   very   seriously   ,   utilizing   any   and   every   gym   she   can   while   also   trying   to   make   the   most   of   her   youth.   

[   trigger   warning   :   injury   .   ]   in   august   of   2022   ,   tragedy   struck   during   an   intense   semifinal   against   canada.   she   got   tangled   up   in   a   nasty   rivalry   against   the   opposite   team’s   defense   and   ended   up   with   both   a   wrist   fracture   and   torn   meniscus.   the   healing   process   for   that   wasn’t   as   quick   as   she   wanted   it   to   be   ,   but   she   was   on   bed   rest   for   a   while.   [   end   trigger   warning   .   ]

now   that   she’s   getting   back   into   the   groove   of   things   ,   odessa   is   focused   on   work   and   the   upcoming   season   that   starts   at   the   end   of   january.   while   difficulties   came   with   the   injuries   and   she’s   been   in   pain   every   so   often   without   getting   a   doctor   to   look   at   it   ,   odessa’s   convinced   she   won’t   have   any   problems   in   the   upcoming   season.   her   body   ,   however   ,   isn’t   so   sure.   [   trigger   warning   :   drug   abuse , addiction   .   ]   maybe   that’s   why   she’s   grabbing   as   much   pain   medication   as   she   can   from   whoever   she   can   in   hopes   it’ll   all   just   go   away   in   time,   [   end   trigger   warning   .   ]

𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰.

her   jersey   number   is   11   and   has   been   throughout   all   her   life.   she   guesses   she   considers   it   a   lucky   number   of   sorts   and   associates   it   with   only   good   memories.   

currently   has   125   goals   and   66   assists   under   her   belt   going   into   this   year’s   season.   she’s   one   of   the   youngest   players   to   make   a   name   for   herself   on   the   team   and   is   a   co - captain   ,   as   well.

[   trigger   warning   :   drug   abuse   ,   addiction   .   ]   if   it   wasn’t   already   clear   ,   she’s   addicted   to   painkillers   and   (   occasionally   )   sleeping   pills.   she   thinks   it’ll   help   her   enough   to   get   her   through   the   upcoming   season   after   suffering   multiple   injuries   near   the   end   of   2022.   [   end   of   trigger   warning   .   ]   

is   extremely   focused   on   her   career   and   tries   not   to   let   anything   really   get   in   the   way   of   it.   she’s   not   huge   into   parties   unless   there’s   a   chance   of   a   blackout   because   she’s   …   unwell   ,   let’s   be   completely   real.

she   is   a   whore.

#hillzhqsintro #╰ ❝ 𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂 𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊 › intro.

[supernaturalisbae1]

Caught- Conor Maynard

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Warnings: intense makeout, mentions of smut

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Y/N POV

it had bee a long day and I was tired but luckily I could go home to my boyfriend of two years Conor. We got a flat together awhile ago, I loved Conor a lot and I know he loves me. I reached our flat and unlocked the door, whenever i walked I Conor was laying on the couch watching tv. 

“Hey Babe,” I said as I walked in the door. 

He looked at me and smiled,”Hey, come sit” he said as he got up in a sitting position so I could sit with him. I took of my shoes and sat down curling into his side.”I love you” he said smiling at me cheesily. 

“what did you do?”i asked him almost immediately. 

“Nothing,” he replied honestly, “I’m just in a good mood i guess.” he shrugged.

He leaned down to kiss me and I kissed him back. It turned into a passionate kiss rather quickly. he put his hands on my waist as I put mine around his neck and crawled over to straddle him. we kept kissing and he slowly laid me onto the couch and moved himself on top of me. He started biting my lip begging for entrance. I teased him and denied him, at least until he squeezed my bum making me gasp in surprise.

i could feel him smirk as he started exploring my mouth and our tongues fought for dominance. He leaned up and looked at me with lust filled obsidian colored eyes. “bedroom?” he asks. I look up at him. “bedroom,” I confirm. We both get up and start kissing again I’m walking backwards letting him lead me.

He reaches behind us and opens the bedroom door. We rush over to the bed and my knees hit the back of it sending me falling into it. Conor comes not long after me. He crawls on top of me and we start making out again. My Hands fist up in his shirt as I tug on it. He gets the idea and sheds his shirt. Not long after he rips mine of my body and starts running his hands down my upper half. 

I tug at his belt and managed to get it undone quickly and he gets up and takes off his pants. Just as he climbs back over to me and starts undoing my pant buttons we hear i bedroom door open.

“You guys in hear?” I hear Caspar’s voice ask. “oh God,” Joe says right after. Conor covers me with his body. “Get out!” he yells and the door slams shut.

I look at him embarrassed and slightly angry he forgot he invited them over.

“Really Conor how did u forget?!” he just looks at me sheepishly. We get off the bed and get dressed. He walks out first with me right behind him.

We see a note left on the door.

Dear Y/N and Conor you two have made us wish we were blind. we can record the video another time. As we have already let and never ever plan on coming back to your flat. EVER     We hate you both, Joe and Caspar.

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[cursivesugg]

One Of The Boys || Jack Maynard

Requests are currently [ OPEN ]

Summary: You meet the boys after a few months of dating Jack and end up getting along like a house on fire. 

Word Count: 971

Dedicated To: One of my absolute favourite buttercream authors @suggxmaynard​ , thank you for inspiring me to start this blog love♡

“Are they really that bad?” Y/N asks, raising her eyebrows with an amused smile on her face as her eyes followed Jack’s torso as he paced the room repeatedly; fiddling with the hem of his shirt nervously. “Babe, I’ve already met your brother and we get along great! Why would your friends be any different?”

Jack pauses and purses his lips, glancing over at his girlfriend and smiling weakly - causing her to stand up and walk into his arms silently, burying her face into his chest and mumbling incoherently. “I just - I don’t want you to hate them. They’re like my second family and I wouldn’t be able to handle it if you didn’t get along.”

Y/N giggles to herself, taking a step back and cupping his cheeks in her hands gently, brushing her thumb across the corner of his lips before planting a soft kiss on that exact spot. “If they’re anything like you, I’ll love them.” She says quietly, a sweet smile on her face that was replaced with a grimace when she glanced over at the time. “I’m gonna go start watching the game, are you gonna carry on pacing or come with me?”

Jake rolls his eyes and shoves her shoulder away playfully. “I’m gonna go finish making the popcorn and order some pizza’s; you want your usual?”

She nods and pecks his cheek before sprinting across the room and launching herself onto the couch, landing on her stomach right beside where the control was. She laughs gleefully to herself and wastes no time turning on the TV, switching to the channel that had the football playing and immediately immersing herself.  

Jack watches her for a moment with an adoring look in his eyes before he carried on into the kitchen and ordered the food - only remembering the popcorn when the sound of Y/N beginning to scream at the TV travelled into the room. “Salty or sweet?” He calls curiously, peeking his head around the corner and grinning at Y/N who turned her head and smiled at him cheekily.

“Both.”

Not five minutes later, Jack was cuddled up with Y/N on the sofa with a large bowl of popcorn when a series of loud knocks echoed through the apartment; admittedly making Jack jump a little at the sudden sound. “Fuck, I forgot they were coming.”

Y/N smirks and glances up at her boyfriend, who had untangled their limbs and was walking toward the door, with amusement in her eyes before shaking her head and looking back at the TV, resting her chin in her hand with her legs crossed beneath her.

Multiple loud ‘hey’s’ and raucous laughter came from the door, but Y/N was more than oblivious as the opposing team began to up their game, her eyes widening and her hands gripping at the edge of the couch as they scored. “Fuck! Shit! That’s absolute bullcrap!”

The boys come to a halt just a few steps away, all staring at the mystery girl on their bestfriends couch who was cursing at the TV with her eyes narrowed into slits. Jack smirks and eyes the look on all of his mate’s faces, all except for his brother who had jumped over the back of the sofa and was already resting his head on Y/N’s shoulder. “Boys, meet my girlfriend Y/N.”

Reluctantly pausing the TV, she sits up on her knees and rests her elbows against the back of the chair with a polite smile. “Sit your asses down, you’ve already missed twenty minutes and the pizza’s are gonna be here in like five minutes.”

Conor glances over his shoulder at the gobsmacked boys and snorts, wrapping his arm around Y/N’s shoulders and pulling her back down beside him. Jack smirks and pats on Josh’s back before joining Y/N on the sofa and unpausing the game, his eyes flitting over to each boy as they eventually found places to sit and slowly began to relax, joining Y/N in screaming at the TV and wasting no time in stealing the bowl of popcorn and passing it around the room.

The second the pizza guy knocked at the door, Y/N was out of her seat and practically sprinted toward the door; causing Jack to laugh and quickly pause the game in order to prevent her from missing anything. After a minute or so, they all share a concerned look and all stand up at once, walking toward the front door in less than an orderly fashion, all glaring at the pizza man who was eying Y/N hungrily.

They stay silent, with Y/N more than obvious that they were stood behind her, all glaring at the teenaged boy who suddenly found the pizza boxes in his hands a lot more interesting than her exposed cleavage. “That’ll be one hundred and six, please ma’am.”

She scoffs and shoves the cash into his hands, twenty short, before snatching the pizza boxes out of his hands and glaring angrily. “Keep the change, you prick.” She spits, slamming the door in his face and humming to herself happily, turning around and pushing the pizza boxes into Oli’s arms. “If you’re gonna spy on me, atleast be better at it.”

Jack slaps the back of Mikey’s head, whose eyes had followed her ass as she strutted back into the TV room, and he eyed his friends with a grin. “That’s my girl.”

Caspar looks over at the youngest Maynard with wide eyes. “Mate, she’s literally one of the boys with boobs!”

Conor smirked, slapping his younger brother’s shoulder and looking at his friends smugly. “I still can’t believe you didn’t believe me when I told you how cool she was.”

Jack laughs and follows his girlfriend into the living room, playing it cool whereas deep down he couldn’t have been more relieved. The most important people in his life were getting along, and it was all he could’ve ever wished for.

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[buttercreamactivewhores-blog]

Plates and bed? Jack Maynard SMUT

You know what they say, love comes to you when you least expect it. You'd been friends with Jack Maynard for the past year, seeing girls crowd over him in clubs and seeing them coming and going out of his apartment. You never really understood the whole sleeping round thing with Jack, he was a good enough man he could be settled down with a family by now but nope. You were currently helping Jack move into his new apartment, you had to deal with Jacks stupid questions all day "what's this?, where does that go?, how does this work?" It was annoying at first but then you found it cute that he was still learning about these things. "How's the tinder dating slash hookups going?" You half laughed while unpacking the plates in the kitchen. "I wouldn't know, I deleted tinder a few weeks ago" answered a very smirky Jack. "Oh whys that?" You asked, still packing away the plates. "Because, stuff" he said, seeing you're struggling and grabbing the plate out of your hand, placing it on the highest shelf you were unable to reach. Jack toward over you, you felt his piercing blue eyes stare at you burning in the back of your head. His hands either side of you on the counter you were currently leaning your back on. "So short aren't you y/n" he grinned. Within seconds Jacks lips were pressed against your own, moving at a slow pace with butterfly's forming in your stomach. His arms worked his way up and down your body as the makeout session got heated. "Jump" he told you, you jumped onto the counter still lips against his while your hands explored his fluffy blonde hair. You felt Jacks hands start to make their way down to your thigh area, at this point you were as wet as you've ever been. You had enough of Jacks games and grabbed his hand putting it on the wet area that you wanted him to pleasure you with so badly. He started off basically feeling you up through your panties. "Jack please" you moaned. He then rammed his finger into you kissing your neck, you letting out moan after moan making jack smirk (yes the famous jack smirk). You felt something now poking you in you stomach. You now had the opportunity to now mess about with jack and play games with him you jumped off from the counter thrusting yourself against jack making out now harder than ever you could feel jacks breath getting deeper as you continued to have your body up against jacks, now gently rubbing jacks friend. "Come see my new bed babe" he demands holding your hand pulling you into his bedroom... Part 2 maybe of what happens in the bedroom?.

#joe sugg #Casper lee #jack maynard #conor maynard #oli white #mikey pearce #josh pieters #josh pieters imagine #casper lee imagine #joe sugg imagine #jack maynard imagine #conor maynard imagine #oli white imagine #jack maynard smut #buttercream imagine #buttercream imagines #buttercream squad #buttercream #buttercream smut

[tessabb7]

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[chocolatemillkk]

Apologies (JS)

It was almost a week-the longest fight the two of you ever had in your two year realtionship. You missed him, you barely remembered what even started the fight that morning but it resulted in tears and yelling and a bloody hand from where you tried to pick up the cup you dropped. For the first few days Joe texted and called you but you refused to talk to him. He apologised over and over but you weren't over it. And now...now you didn't know if he still wanted to continue the relationship. On your fourth day of silence he had texted you,

"I get it if you don't want to talk anymore. I'll leave you alone."

Caspar insisted you come by, apparently Joe hadn't showered or ate much the last week and it made you feel guilty but then you got angry over feeling guilty-Joe had started the argument by being an arse. But you could see from his social medias that he hadn't updated and his fans were starting to question the hiatus.

"Y/N you two just need to talk he's been in his room all week. Just come by for five minutes."

Caspar's hundreth text finally pushed you off the couch where you had sat much of the week and you went to freshen up. First-washing your hair which had gotten greasy over the days. Next, a fresh change in clothes. And finally, a coffee.

When you reached Joe's place, Caspar was so happy he squeezed you until you almost crumbled and then ran out claiming he had errands to run.

"Joe?" You peeked into Joe's dark room but all that you saw of him was a lump on the sofa.

"Joe!" You say a little louder and the covers whip off of the body.

"Y/N?" Joe asks excitedly.

"Joe, Caspar's been worried-"

You're cut short as Joe tackles you in a hug, muttering apologies over and over.

"Joe you smell rank!" You manage to get him off and go to open the blinds.

"It burns!" Joe jokes and leaps back into bed. "Are we talking?" He asks from under the covers.

"Are we?" You ask. You just wanted this stupid fight to be over. You missed your boyfriend and his goofy sense of humour and his cuddles. "I missed you even though you're an arse." You say instead.

"I know!" Joe wails. "And I'm so bloody sorry Y/N!"

You yank the covers off Joe and sit beside him. "I love you."

Joe pulls you into him, "I love you more."

You can't help but laugh, "Joe you really should shower."

Instead, he starts rubbing his stubbled face all over you cheeks which makes you yell while trying to push him away.

"Joe! I hate that feeling!"

"I know!" He says gleefully as he pushes you down on the bed and begins attacking you in kisses. You laugh and join him, and soon the two of you are cuddled into one another, trying to hold on as if letting go would push you two away again.

"I am sorry," Joe says again.

"I'm sorry," you say against his chest. "I shouldn't have overrracted and gotten so angry."

"But I shouldn't have yelled and taken out my frustration like that," Joe says.

You move your head away and smile at him, "Let's just never do this again?"

"Deal," Joe says.

"Now go take a shower!" You demand but Joe only wraps his legs around you and locks you closer into his body.

#joe sugg imagine #joe sugg #thatcherjoe imagines #joe sugg imagines #thatcherjoe imagine #casper lee #youtube imagines #youtube #fic #apologies #butterqueue

[pvnkmendes]

Valentines Day | Jack Maynard

MASTERLIST          FANFIC

Valentine’s day with Jack was always perfect in the three years you guys had together Jack had gone all out every year. But this year you had a plan, a plan that would change both of your lives so you told Jack that this year you wanted enjoy a simple day together, a nice dinner and a movie. But unknown to each other you both had secrets to share with each other that night. Jack asked you to wear a dress that night and so you showed up to his apartment in a red dress. 

You stood in Jack’s door way with a medium sized box. You carefully unlocked it and found that the apartment was lit with candles and roses covered the floor. A smile appeared on your face as you followed the trail of roses. Jack sat the table when he saw you his smile grew and quickly go up from his spot  and placed a chaste kiss to your forehead. He pulled out your cheer and you took a seat. “You look amazing, love.” he said before disappearing into the kitchen. “Please tell me you didn’t cook.” You teased.

“I am a great cook but that not the case tonight I ordered Chinese take out.” he said. Suddenly you heard the sound of breaking glass. You quickly got up and made your way to the kitchen. You sighed when you saw the broken plate and wine glass on the floor. “I’ll handle this before you break anything else.” You giggled as you took the plate out of Jack’s hand. You set the plate down and grabbed the broom and began to sweep up the Jack’s mess. When you turned around to throw the broken pieces in the trash can you found Jack on one knee holding out a open ring box.

“Y/N, I love everything about you. From the way you snort when you laugh to hard to the way your nose crinkles when your angry. I want to wake up every morning next to you. Your the only person I see myself with. I know I am a lot to handle but somehow in the three years we’ve been together you’ve managed to be everything I ever wanted and so much more. Your the girl of my dreams. I love you Y/N and I want to spend the rest of my life by your side. So what do you say will you marry me?”

Tears ran down your face as you nodded, you let go of the broom and dustpan and wrapped your arms around Jack. “Yes, a million times yes.” Jack smiled and kissed you before putting the ring on your left hand. You couldn’t stop smiling as you looked at Jack. “I love you.” you said before kissing him again. 

When you pulled away you took Jack’s hand leading him back to the table where you had left his present. “I was so nervous to give you this but now that you proposed it makes it so much easier.” Jack raised a brow, a bit confused. “Just open it.” You said.

Jack pulled out a folded paper and then pregnancy test. He looked at you and pulled out a chair so he could sit down. He quickly unfolded the paper and began to read it. “Your pregnant? With our baby?” he asked as he set the papers down next the pregnancy. he grabbed your hand pulling you toward him, you sat on his lap and took his hand and placed it on your stomach. “Your going to be a dad.” You said as Jack smile began to grow. “We’re going to be parent! I am going to be a dad! Holy shit, I have to tell the boys. I have to tell Conor.”

“How about we share all of the good news tomorrow and we enjoy our night in?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

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[fluffyhare]

Like Real People Do, Part 5! ♡ (Casper x Avery)

☁️ Summary: Avery is curious about tickling, which he's never experienced. Casper can hardly contain himself. Both are a bit nervous -- can they find a way to break the ice?

☁️ Warnings: Ler!Casper, Lee!Avery, VERY SUGGESTIVE, LOTS OF TEASING, SUPER SUPER GAY, NO MINORS!

☁️ Author's Note: This is probably the most self-indulgent thing I've ever shared with Tumblr, and if you can believe it, I didn't even go as far as I wanted to, and I am planning on continuing this scene ahh-

This is a series now!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5 *you are here

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

If you just got here and want to know more about my characters, you can read my comic starting right here!

“So… how do you want me?”

We were standing at the foot of my neatly made, queen-sized bed. Avery was so tall that day, I wondered if his feet would hang off the end; it was going to be close. Biting my lip, I was helpless but to imagine him lying on his back, arms over his head as I straddled his waist, his boisterous laughter filling the room. How did I want him? How did I not? 

I turned to look at him, still dressed in his cold-weather day clothes. He hadn't even taken off his sweater, yet. 

“Well, you won't be very comfortable wearing that outfit. You might… get a bit warm. Did you bring anything to sleep in?”

“Warm, huh? You must have big plans for me,” he quipped, catching me off guard, and then added with a giggle before I could respond, “just playing; I’ll go change.”

As clothing shuffled on the other side of the bathroom door, I was grateful for the hum of my AC unit to cushion the silence. Just listening felt intrusive, but my apartment was so small, there was no way to give him more privacy. Leaning against the wall of my bedroom, I looked down at my socked toes flexing against the carpet. I’d never seen Avery's bare feet before. I'd never seen most parts of his body; in the few months I'd known him, he'd never worn anything more revealing than his standard short sleeve button-up and slacks, even in the summer. Sheepishly, I wondered what his belly looked like; I bet it was as soft as the rest of him, maybe even softer. I wondered if I'd be able to see the mysterious storm inside of him more clearly on a bigger canvas. I imagined his ribs, his sides, his underarms… how ticklish was each spot? Was he squirmy? Squeaky? Was he the type to hold his giggles in until he couldn't stand it anymore…? 

I whimpered, fidgeting impatiently as I tried to resist the urge to imagine him further; I was beginning to sweat, and we hadn't even started yet. Graciously, I did not have to wait long – hearing the bathroom door open, I peeked around the corner. 

Avery emerged wearing a sky-blue tank top and matching plaid flannel pants. Like some Victorian-era aristocrat spying an uncovered ankle for the first time, I blushed at the sight of his smooth, white shoulders and biceps. His skin had the appearance of marble, albeit with a slight translucency; like thick smoke trapped in a bottle, I could barely make out the billowing, swirling texture beneath.

“Ah… I stole these clothes. It was before we met,” said Avery, bashfully.

I took a moment to gather myself. “Oh, th-that’s okay. Walmart has enough money, you know? And, that blue looks very nice on you.” 

A much lighter shade of blue colored his pallid cheeks. “Oh, thank you! You told me before that you liked when I wore this color, so… I thought you might like it.”

A brief silence passed between us.

“So, dewdrop… do you want me to just lay down?” 

The tension was palpable. I was desperate to break the ice. 

“Sure, just get comfortable. And, geez… don't be so tense!” I paused, exhaling a held breath, and appreciating the irony that I was also very tense. I summoned my strength to say the next few words out loud: “T-tickling is supposed to be fun, you know? You're not nervous, are you? It's just me… little pipsqueak Casper,” I reassured him, offering a shy smile. “I'm not gonna torture you, okay? We'll go slow.” 

Avery smiled back, but I was still sensing a bit of trepidation. “Ah… I guess I am a little nervous. I mean, I'm excited, too! I just know this is important to you, and… I'm worried I won't… meet your expectations.” He trailed off, growing quiet at the end as he looked away from me. 

Avery's expression crushed me like a piece of hard candy. I closed the gap between us, placing my hands on his bare shoulders. 

“You worry so much about disappointing me, and yet you never have, not one time. Avery, there is no way you could react that would change how I feel about you. Even if it turns out that you hate being tickled. Hell, I'm… I'm grateful you're even willing to try this with me,” I comforted, gently stroking my thumb along his skin. “If you don't like it, nothing will change. We'll just get some ice cream, watch another movie and cuddle until it's time for bed. Okay?” 

He smiled at me, then; a real smile, and he seemed to relax a bit, too. “Thanks, dewdrop.” 

“Anytime, cutie. Now go get comfortable, and we'll see if this pipsqueak can give you a giggle or two.” 

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I inhaled deeply as a stream of cool vapor filled the room. Keeping a humidifier in my apartment was a necessity when Avery was around, especially during the dryer months. He liked when I used scented oil, too; today it was lavender, but I could still detect the scents of old books and wet stone on Avery's skin as he laid beside me. I sat at his hip on the bed, legs folded pretzel-style as I placed my hands on his tummy, over his shirt. 

“I’m just gonna rub a bit first, okay?” I didn't want to catch him off guard – I'd never touched Avery like this before. Sure, I'd rubbed his back or arms occasionally while cuddling, but I'd never intentionally touched a “classic tickle spot” with intent, the way I was about to. 

“Ah, okay…” He relaxed a bit, sinking into the bed as my hands rubbed his belly, over his shirt. Through the thin fabric, his skin was cool and soft against my palms. I felt a slight vibration as he hummed; he seemed to be enjoying it. As I caressed near where his belly button would be, Avery’s face scrunched a bit, and he shifted slightly against the bed. 

“Holy shit, already?” I thought. My heart was going crazy. 

“What's wrong?” I asked, the faintest lilt in my voice. 

“I, ah, felt something… different…“ He said, a little breathlessly. I watched his blush deepen, soft blue spreading across his face. 

“Hehe, if this is already making you squirm, you're probably super ticklish,” I said, and then grew a bit bolder, “you ready to try a real tickle, now?”

It seemed he mustered a bit of confidence, himself, because his response caught me off guard:

“Do your worst, dewdrop.” His eyes were teasing; even a bit challenging. Where did this come from?! 

Despite my furious blush, I did all I could do: respond in kind. 

“Oh, my worst? Alright, you asked for it, Nimbus!” 

With that, my fingers went from flat to clawed, and I began to wiggle them into Avery's soft tummy. It was far from my worst; I knew he didn't even understand what he’d asked for, and I didn't want to overwhelm him. Nonetheless, his response validated my suspicions. 

Avery's back arched off the bed, his fingers splaying out as his hands rested at his sides. His cheeks puffed up as his face scrunched even more, and I could see him fighting a smile that threatened to break into a laugh at any second. His blush was so vibrant now, his glasses were fogging up. Noticeably absent, though, was any effort to stop me. 

My god.

Something awoke inside me, and I let it take control. 

“What's wrong, cupcake~? I thought you wanted my worst, and this is still far from it. Doesn't look like you're handling it too well, are you? Are you just a little ticklish here? Why don't you tell me~?” My words were saturated with teasing. Though I wasn't inexperienced with tickling, I'd had very few opportunities to be the tickler in the past, and that side of me clearly ached to come alive. Despite practically trembling with nervous energy, there was no reasoning with the demon; it was hungry, and Avery was the first meal it’d had in years. 

“I- kehehe… I c- ahahaha!” He tried to respond, his words both laced with and interrupted by laughter at each attempt. My fingers jumped around to different spots on his belly – scribbling below his navel, gently pinching his sides, wiggling all ten into his softness at the center, never letting him adjust to the sensation. It was immediately clear just how uncontrollable his giggles were; Avery laughed as though he didn't expect to, and was being ambushed by just how ticklish he was. 

“Awwww, who knew clouds were this ticklish? C'mon, I know you've got a big laugh in there… let's hear it, hm? Do I need to try a different spot, maybe?” I taunted, moving my hands up to his chest, my digits now formed into wide claws as I gently dug my fingertips into his ribs. 

“PFFFff hehehehahaha!” He cried, and for the first time, he moved his hands. I was expecting him to grab my wrists – instead, he used them to cover his now wildly-flushed face. My heart melted. How was he this cute?! 

“Aww, don't hide from me! I want to see you laughing up a storm!” I joked, unable to resist giggling along with him; his unrestrained laughter was infectious. It seemed my weather-related wordplay had quite the effect on Avery as well, as his laughter spiked significantly.

“Don't sahahahahay THAHAHhahahat!” he whined through his cackling, hands still firmly covering his blushing face. He squirmed beneath my fingers, which still randomly and playfully spidered along his ribcage. Considering his laughter was practically bouncing off the walls, he stayed remarkably still as I tickled him; I wondered if it was because he enjoyed it? 

“Hehehe, aww, what's wrong? Was the weather teasing a little too close to home? Listen, being this ticklish is snow laughing matter,” I continued to taunt, twisting the knife as my fingers switched to dancing up and down his plush, unguarded sides. Avery roared with laughter. 

“AHAHAHhahah! STAHAHAHAP!” He begged, and I instantly stilled my fingertips. Still hiding his face, Avery's chest heaved as he caught his breath, exhales fluttering with soft giggles. I tenderly stroked the curves of his head, and as I did, I felt a curious tingle in my fingers – then, I noticed for the first time that tiny sparks of electricity were shooting off from his skin. 

“Are you okay? I didn't mean to overwhelm you,” I said, afraid for a moment that I had gone too far. 

I watched as he lowered his hands and looked at me. He was beaming; the edges of his flushed face practically glowed with humming electricity. 

“That was so much fun! I can see why you like it so much.” His huge grin revealed a row of delicate, round teeth.

“I am so glad you liked it! Gosh, Avery, you are so ticklish. In fact, I bet you're ticklish everywhere.” 

“Ooh, can we find out?”

I stared at him. I had never said it out loud, but in that moment, I was sure I couldn't possibly love him more. 

“Oh, don't worry – the night is young, and I've got lots more weather puns I can't wait to try on you.” 

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You get hurt//Sidemen

Requested? Nope.

Warnings? Blood? Pain? Idk? You’re hurt and there’s swearing??

Other? Ouch. I also lowkey dont like this, it was really rushed and bad. May redo it another day. :P

You slipped on Marcus Butlers Jersey for the charity match, seeing as he wasn’t able to come, He had a huge meeting he had to attend. The boys were extremely reluctant to let you play but you managed to nudge your way into the situation. 

You dribbled the ball towards the YTA’s goal and were about to flick the ball over JMX when you got crashed int by Will. Your face was hit roughly by Will’s knee and you fell backwards, landing on your arm/shoulder.

You shut your eyes as you felt a horrible pain shoot up your arm and heard a loud pop. You heard a loud whistle, causing the game to pause since you weren’t getting up. You heard loud footsteps running towards you. “holy shit!” 

You opened your eyes and slowly stood up before looking at your arm. Your jaw dropped as you stared at your dislocated shoulder, it hanging near the under of your breast. “Holy fuck!” Josh was beside you in minutes, telling you to look at him and take deep breaths while Will was stood next to you with pure guilt and worry on his face. “Hey, Y/N, look at me yeah? Deep breaths Honey” Josh mumbled. You watched as Simon. Harry, The Cal’s, JJ and Vikk were all yelling at the pare medics. 

Tobi and a bunch of the other Youtubers around you ran over. “I’m fine, i just need them to pop this back in” You were too shocked to really feel the pain as Josh and the others gawked at you. “They’ll pop it back in and i’ll be back on” You mumbled and tried to walk over to the paramedics the other boys were still yelling at. “You will certainly not!” josh shouted a little. 

You rolled your eyes and looked at will then josh. “Would one of you just take me to the locker are and bring the paramedics, I’ll be back on soon” You mumbled and walked over towards the tube ,Will and josh close behind.

Simon and the paramedics followed after you towards the tube.

“HOLY BITCH” You shouted as you felt the paramedics pop your shoulder back in. “Oh my gosh” you cried and rubbed your arm with your none fucked up arm. “okay…I think i’m good to go back on” You mumbled As simon shook his head violently. 

He felt sick to his stomach that you got hurt, He was one of the reasons why the guys even agreed to letting you play. “No. You’re going home. I’ll go with you, Vikk can take my place.” He spoke as you rolled your eyes, again.

“No Simon, I’m fine. Come on guys, tell him!” You spoke to the paramedics and they shrugged. “She didn’t even cry when we popped it in, i’m sure shes fine to play” You grinned and did a little dance, walking past josh, Will and Simon.

You heard the crowd go crazy as you ran back onto the pitch, taking your spot back at front center. You got confused and worried looks from some of the boys but you shrugged it off and continued to focus on the task at hand.

Right after the football match you were being babied by a group of at least 19 boys. Each one more concerned than the first. You were on bed rest for 6 days. You couldn’t even record or play video games! You would have been mad at them but you found it impossible, since they were being so kind and caring.

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Imagination to Reality {Conor Maynard}

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Oh, there she goes again Every morning it's the same You walk on by my house I wanna call out your name I want to tell you how beautiful you are from where I'm standing

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Conor watched as you walked out your apartment, vlogging camera in one hand and the other preoccupied holding onto your keys. Turning around noticing Conor standing outside his door in nothing but a robe, “Hey good morning Conor you coming over to Joe’s party later on” You asked. You walked closer, the scent of your perfume overwhelmed his senses, Conor felt as if needed to step closer to you but he refrained himself.

“I-uh yeah I’ll see you there right?” Conor had to ask even though it was his best mates party, he wouldn’t enjoy himself if you weren’t there. You smiled sweetly “Of course I need some vlog footage anyways, so I’ll meet you there” You nodded your head and stepped back from Conor.

“I’ve got to get going, I’ll see you” You spoke before turning around and walked down the hallways towards the lifts. Conor watched as you walked away he wanted to call you out and ask if you would rather go with him than meeting him there. 

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You got me thinking what we could because 

I keep craving, craving, you don't know it but it's true

Can't get my mouth to say the words they want to say to you This is typical of love Can't wait anymore, I won't wait I need to tell you how I feel when I see us together forever

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Bumping into people who glared at him angrily for not apologizing Conor didn’t care all he wanted was to find you. Conor finally emerged into the kitchen to see you and Joe laughing together closely, he felt his body turn cold. Conor breathed out heavily watching you closely, you moved away slightly when Joe leaned in closer to you.

Conor smiled “HEY HEY CONOR” Jack yelled out to his brother, Conor turned around to see Jack stumbling towards him with Josh in tow. “Stop checking her out and go kiss her” Josh mumbled out before patting his back quite harshly. “Mate, I know for a fact she doesn’t like me and don’t try to tell me otherwise” Conor answered negatively Josh and Jack both rolled their eyes knowing damn well you loved Conor.

You finally turned around to see the boys observing the situation you were in. You laughed loudly seeing them in such a protective stance, you walked towards them “Boy’s no need to get protective Joe had ate an onion for the video we filmed together and tried to prove to me that his breath still smelled” You explained.

Conor immediately relaxed, feeling stupid that his best mate would try to hit on you, he shook his head to get rid of the dreadful thoughts. “Hey (Y/N) why don’t you go dance with Conor we’ll take care of Joe’s breath” Jack said his wing man instincts toke over pulling Josh with him to leave you no time to come up with a witty reply.

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We'll be everything I want us to be And from there, who knows, maybe this will be the night that we kiss for the first time Or is that just me and my imagination

We walk, we laugh, we spend our time walking by the ocean side Our hands are gently intertwined A feeling I just can't describe All this time we spent alone, thinking we could not belong to something so damn beautiful So damn beautiful

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Jack, Josh, and Joe stood watching as you grabbed Conor’s hand and took him to the music room in Joe’s home. “I have a feeling today’s going to be the day boys” Jack said “I just hope they don’t have sex in my house” Joe said quite loudly Josh and Jack gagged slightly “I know boys really nasty” Joe spoke yet once again. “No Joe it’s your breath Jesus Christ” Josh mumbled pinching his nose to block out the smell. 

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I keep craving, craving, you don't know it, but it's true Can't get my mouth to say the words they want to say to you.

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You sat there flabbergasted Conor looked at you nervously waiting for your reaction. “I know I couldn’t say it to you so I sang it to you instead unless you don’t like me at all and I should just get out of here or you do like me an-” You cut Conor off kissing him softly his hands gripped your waist pulling you closer to him.

“This feels better than my imagination” Conor whispered before kissing you again.

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Jack Maynard Unapproved p2 ft Joe Sugg

Warnings: This doesn’t end with a happy ending……….

there might be a part three if requested just because this is short and ends in a cliffhanger but probably no more than three parts

Jacks POV

I chased after Y/n when she ran out of her house. I didn’t want her to be mad at her brother because of me. It wasn’t her fault, or his, Joe’s one of by best mates I should have just told him.

Y/n runs out into the street and everything starts going in slow motion. She looks down and doesn’t she what’s coming. A moving truck comes barreling down the highway. I scream her name as loud as I possibly can. It feels like its forever and when she looks up she can’t move. I’m sprinting across the road to get to her before the truck does, but I feel like I’m only getting farther.

I am able to push her out of the way but her head hits the ground hard and the truck runs over one of her legs.

I start screaming her name and sobbing harshly. “Why isn’t she waking up.?” I yell. Someone must have called 911 because the paramedics are here. They pull me away from her. I finally stop fighting and break down in one of the paramedics arms. She rubs my back and talks to me slowly, must be a mom. All I can think about is if she’s okay.

I get in the back of the ambulance, and they tell me she’s in a coma. They hand me her phone and I immediately call Joe.

Joe’s POV

After Jack’s call I don’t know what to do. I just break down crying in the middle of the floor. This is all my fault. My sister is going to die because I was mad about who she was dating. It was my job to keep her safe but I’m the one who made her get hurt.

I sat there sobbing for what felt like days, but when I checked the clock it had only been ten minutes. Oli opened the door to my apartment. After all this I forgot i had invited him over. Oli noticed I was sobbing and ran over to me. “Hey mate it’s alright you’re okay everyone’s fine. Just tell me what happened.” He said calmly while I cried in his shoulder.

“It’s y/n s-sh-e’s I-in the hospital. W-with a -c-co-ma.” I stuttered out in between sobs.

I couldn’t help but feel like my world was crashing down on me. My sister was my reason to live. It’s my job to always protect her, and in protecting her I killed her.

“Okay hey Joe it’s going to be alright. Y/n is a tough girl she will be fine. Let’s go to the hospital and check on her.” Oli said. He slowly helped me stand up. My legs were so wobbly he had to help me to the car.

We got there in only 20 minutes but everything still feels like it’s happening in slow motion. As soon as we got to the door Jack ran to us.

Jacks POV

I saw Joe and Oli finally arrive. My heart was pounding so hard you could probably hear it from a foot away. I ran to Joe and Oli. “Where is she!” Joe also shouted. I didn’t say anything afraid my voice would betray be so I just nodded my head for Joe to follow me. I lead Joe to the room y/n was in.

I haven’t gone in there yet. The doctors told me there’s a good chance she’ll wake up but never truly get full mobility in the leg that was run over and they might even have to amputate if it gets worse.

But they also told me to be prepared for what’s in there. She’s hooked up to a lot of machines. So I waited for Joe and Oli to get here.

We opened the door and my heart stopped. She looked so dead. I started breathing very heavily. The person that is my world is dying. My heart started going a million miles a minute and everything was spinning. I think I was having a panic attack.

All of the sudden I hear y/n say my name. I start hyperventilating until someone pushes me over to her bed and someone else grabs my face and kisses me. I open my eyes widely. I see her perfect face and calm down. She’s alive. “H-how did you do that?” I asked her once we pulled away. “I read somewhere that to stop a panic attack the person needs to stop breathing through their mouth. So when I kissed you…. you stopped breathing.” She told me rather sheepishly.

She’s alive. We all hugged her and talked for a little bit when we decided she needed rest. As we were leaving the room the moniter started beeping loudly then went to a flat beeeeeeeep. The doctors came rushing in and somehow I’m not really sure how we were pushed out into the hall.

Her heart stopped beating.

She’s dead.

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