#very satisfying reaction ehehehe

[nyan-koii]

Hashira ft. Sabito as genshin impact players

aunotes : Bad grammar ahead! I didnt proofread it so be aware of brain damage. plus i initially wrote it at the 1.6 update

PART 1 : T.Muichiro, R.Kyojuro, K.Shinobu, S.Sanemi, U.Tengen 

Muichiro : he probably would be uninterested at first. He's more to first person shooting game or anything other than this concept of farming or investing. So that's why when he saw yuichirou banging his fist on his desk, trying to get his fav character, he would simply just watch

"Fck this game, i've had enough,"

"But you havent finish your wishing things yet,"

Stares. "How about you give it a try mui. You might get the character i want,"

"You sure about that? You might get angry at me," "better than nothing. Now go go, get em you donkey,"

His first ten pulls on the game brings out a light we all want to see

"Eh is tha-" "AAAA A FUCKING 5 STAR FCK FCKFCK,"

Apparently, it was one of the luckiest wish yuichiro had ever seen so far

"OHMYFUCK, you GOT A GODDAMN KLEE, QIQI AND SUCROSE WTFF???"

"I think i get your fav character?"

"Yeahh!! More than that to be honest. I want klee but you brought me two more person," sniffles and cries "you're really lucky mui. You should try and play the game,"

"It's probably the system. I doubt im that lucky tho,"

Nah, he really is lucky. Apparently he wished for his friends and got what they all really wanted for so long

"Thank you for getting me the aquila favonia, muichiro,"

"It's nothing really. I just simply press the button. It might be the system that's giving you the thing you want when i wish,"

"But still, even if i were to wish, i can get really scared and paranoid over it,"

"That's bad. You shouldnt invest yourself that much in the game tanjiro. It's just a game,"

"Ehehehe, i guess so. But you're really good at it muichiro! If you download it, we can play together :D!"

!!!!

It took the word "play together" to get muichiro down on his knee for that game. Usually the idea of playing with your friends is not that interesting. So when tanjiro said that, you bet he's going to play it

Type of player

Extremely lucky it's not even real. He got a five star on the beginner's banner

Fast farming. He probably will complete all the quest and become an endgame player within one month

"I just wanted to play with tanjiro..." bashfully

He's really good with whatever he's doing. Attack combo, dodging, elemental reaction and all sorts of stuff. If he invest more of his time on artifacts, he would probably even one shot it!!

He's very lucky. Very

Kyojuro : he wouldnt even know the existence of this game. Well, he took a glimpse of it one day and boom, heart stolen. Maybe it was the fiery burning passion in bennett that made him play the game.

'oh wow!! What a determined young boy! Even though he has a very bad luck he still keep pushing forward! Amazing!!'

'I want to be like him'

Kyojuro's the type of player to read and pay attention to every single lore of his fav character. Bennett, oh my how he wish he could've had bennett in his team. Every wishes he made would make him a c6 bennett main if only barbara wont stop coming home

"I really like you barbara but i dont want you!! Thank you for the c6 though!! I promise to use you in the future but just-" he prepares to wish

"not NOW!!" Clicks

The highest con of bennett he had ever gotten is probably c1. One day the paimon's bargain shop offered bennett as their monthly character. Kyojuro had never been so excited over a game before. He usually perks up over academics and not this kind of thing. But it's bennett, the character he admires the most.

Unfortunately he couldnt get it due to low currency. He had never feel so sad in his life.

"I shall not give up. Dont worry, i will be a c6 bennett main!!!"

He will be a c6 bennett haver!!

Type of player :

Carefully reads every stories and listens to their lines attentively. He finds it amazing how the company spent their everything on this game. It amazes him. From the stories, lores and lines, he truly appreciates it.

Balance his team pretty well. He mains bennett so he doesnt need that much of a healer in his team.

Enjoys bennett's hangout very much!! He tried to not get him killed by the dungeon's trap but ended up having to sacrifice him which ultimately ends the route. He had never felt so down and guilty before.

Not much of a damage dealer. He prefers to play it in normal mode and doesnt care that much about one shotting monster.

He feeds his character three meals a day!! If only there's a sleep option, he would be sending bennett to sleep first before the rest.

Everyone loves his teapot

Shinobu : found the game while she's scrolling through the app store out of boredom. Initially she played it on her phone but due to the fps and a really bad ping, so bad that douma wouldnt find her interesting anymore, she finally downloaded the game on her pc where things has starting to get real

"Ara, shinobu chan, it's lunch time already. Come downstairs please,"

"Sis give me five more minutes, JUST FIVE PLEASE I NEED TO KICK CHILDE's ASS,"

"he's not going anywhere sweetie,"

"yEAHH BUT MY BP IS,"

'Bp?'

"DIE DIE DIE!!" Aggresive clicking intensifies

"Shinobu chan dont hurt the keyboard that much!!"

She got lucky on the beginner's banner too and pulled a 5 star along with bennett and noelle. Who's the 5 star? Diluc Ragnvindr in all of his glory. Shinobu benched him sadly. She prefers sword over any other weapon

"I mean he's cool i guess but i just really dont get that 'WOAHHH COOL' vibe from him you know?"

"then give your diluc to me! I really want him so bad shinobu chan!"

Deep sighs "yeah sure. You can have my c2 diluc mitsuri..."

Loses 50/50 to diluc everytime everyone would think she either is lucky or cursed by the amount of that man greeting him on the screen. She still bench him though, sadly

"Im begging you, give me jEANN THE GRANDMASTER I NEED HEALER iN MY PARTY TO DO ABYSS

Type of player :

Suffers a lot in the abyss because she just want the primos which is a valid reason to do because that's the only thing that keeps her going

She's a sword character main. She'll properly build every character as either support or dps. The support would be kaeya and bennett, and her main dps ayaka

Ayaka main btw

Honestly at some point she wanted to quit the game because of how tiring it is but then inazuma came out

Fragile resin = 0

Resin = 160/160 happens once in a blue moon

"i should probably control myself with the amount of resin i've used,"

"But i cant,"

Hates domain but always can be seen playing in there

Only coops if mitsuri is there

"So that someone can calm me down,"

"That's not a really good reason shinobu chan,"

Sanemi : dude probably know the game through obanai. He watched the latter play and finds it interesting on how high the numbers he dealt. He loves challenges so a game like genshin impact would probably satisfy his need.

"Obanai, are you hearing this shit?"

"What is it sanemi, im busy doing this event,"

"That loser giyuu is also playing the game,"

"Oh yeah i know,"

"YOU KNOW? WHY YOU DIDNT TELL ME??"

"i just know right after you told me,"

"...."

Sanemi's a meta but a mediocre one. He's meta but he doesnt show it that much. Probably buys welkin once in every three months or when he really needs it same goes with battle pass too. Honestly, he really just use his money when he really needs something

"Donno if my allowance can buy me a welkin so i'll probably skip,"

"But the next banner is zhongli's,"

"....."

"Ah fuck it," buys

My man cant dodge after he got zhongli. Its very painful because he used to studies the enemies movement in the early game so that he can utilizes it on the team but zhongli's shield is so tank he forgot that dodging exists

"Im gonna kill you and you and you hhahaahhaah just you wait im gonna shred all of yo- oh shit zhongli's shield. puT IT BACK PUT IT BACK ON,"

That one event where zhongli's shield plays an important role in the domain? Yeah, he felt like a god at that time. Even got his c2 on his rerun. Sanemi just really like zhongli because it kinda reminds him of himejima. Calm and wise and strong too. He looks up on that kind of person

"Zhongli sama, im in debt for all of your hard work protecting my team," bows and wipes tears

Type of player :

Spends a little money on the game to get what he wants

Zhongli main

Is that one player that has hoards of food but doesnt even use it

"Why need healer when you have zhongli's shield,"

Compare to kyojuro, he doesnt even touch the teapot because he finds it ridiculous and bothersome to create and design everything in it

Loves one shotting bosses and compares it to giyuu. He ask for advices from obanai regarding team build supports and stuffs

Doesnt do character's story quest. The key is full every single time. He unlocks it but leaves the quest like that.

"Ah shit, i accidentally activate the quest,"

His friend list only has obanai in it. Whenever people sent him friend request, he wouldnt hesitate, more like wouldnt care to accept it

They either have to coop in obanai's world or his world and after that, unfriend immediately

Says thank you after coop because he has manners and then completely disappears

"Zhongli main forever,"

Tengen : played since 1.0 this madlad has been staying loyal to the game ever since. Quite huge amount of money he spend on this game to be honest but he never gets broke by it. You can see his regular donation to the game by purchasing welkin and battle pass and some genesis crystal too. He's loaded with money, he didnt know what to do with it.

Uzui also plays honkai impact and guns girl Z so when he saw the unknown god at the intro , he was not surprised.

"Oh we have to pick between the siblings? Cool cool co- oh hi kiana,"

"Thats so herrscher of void hahahahah,"

Although he is a loyal fan to MihoYo games, he lost his composure when he saw the 1st genshin anniversary reward because what was that. Imagine getting billions of money and they give us this? Tengen cant believe this shit

"Oh god wtf was that reward, i have to draw to get a welkin and some primos?? aND I ALSO HAVE TO BE LUCKY? WHAT-"

"WHERE'S MY FREE MONA,"

In need of mona. He needs mona so bad he literally spent his money on standard banner to get mona but always ends up with qiqi. Not that he's complaining but he just wants the astrologist to complete the support team

"GOD QIQI YOU AGAIN? WTF WFF WTF-" converts genesis crystal to primigems

"Tengen, you should control yourself!"

"SHUT UP KYOJURO, IM GONNA WASTE MY MONEY TILL I GET HER,"

"yeah but my f2p ass is hurting with how many bennett cons you got," droops

Tengen sees potential in every character. Everyone has their weakness and strength so when kokomi comes out, he diss her at first but then realize maybe its a new way for a character. Adds the uniqueness if he may say so.

"Meh i dont care honestly. You guys should pull whoever you find nice or beautiful. Like me ;)"

"Who do you main uzui?"

"Beidou,"

Type of player

Spoils the storylines, lores, leaks A LOT THE REST HAVE TO BLOCK HIM ON SOCIAL MEDIA

Speed runs the game and has become an endgame player ever since but he still does his daily commission and helps people with domains and stuffs

R5 every battle pass weapon

Fights azhdaha for fun and to test out his characters rather than ruin guards and stuff

Mona wanter

Puts traveller as the pfp and doesnt display any showcase of his characters and namecards. You can only see his achievements and spiral abyss ( 12-3 ). Says its for fun and mystery

Throws a lot of pickup lines and roleplays a lot. Spams your chatbox messages with stickers and censored stuffs

Probably steals your ores and exotic things like violetgrass, qingxin and silk flowers

Screams in the chatbox whenever he saw Mona until Kyojuro had to calm him down

Changes signature every single time and sometimes put spoilers in it

In every survey he would complain "MihoYo where the fuck is my Mona,"

Doesnt heals his characters

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer hashira #kny hashira #tokitō muichirō #shinazugawa sanemi #shinobu kochou #uzui tengen #rengoku kyojuro #kamado tanjiro #kochou kanae #iguro obanai #demon slayer headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba headcanons #hashira headcanons

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Bird says be careful with this one. This one old and is also sad. Be careful. Have fun and maybe keep tissues if you cry lots. You all are cool! :D

Tw: suicide,panic attacks(?), intrusive thoughts

Ranboo had been sitting in his home for some time, simply staring at his book instead of reading it. He knew he was supposed to be working on his chores, but he couldn’t bring himself to do all of them, settling instead for doing most of the chores wholeheartedly. He was so focused on his ‘book reading’ that he didn’t hear the creak of the door opening, nor the telltale noise of clinking iron tools and ores. What he did hear, however, was the resounding achoo! and the adorable sound of a shulker box closing. He looked up to see a very, very surprised tubbox looking back at him. He smiled sheepishly from his upright stage, waving with one arm. “H-hi, Ranboo!” 

Ranboo looked at him, smiling back. “Hello, Tubbo! How are you doing? Looking mighty stuck there, you are. Need a hand?” Tubbo continued to struggle greatly with his upper shell, glancing back at Ranboo every once in a while. “Y-yeah, thanks Ranboo!” Ranboo grinned, before gently running his hands over the shulker’s sides. Tubbo squeaked, attempting to get away from the enderman hybrid, but to no avail. “Eek! Rahahanbohohoo! Thahahat’s nohohot hehehehelping!” Ranboo tilted his head, as if he was puzzled by the boy’s reaction. “What do you mean? I’m sure you need support to hold up that big ol’ shell. Maybe your back needs more support?” He dug his fingers into the boy’s sides at that, as if he was helping him to hold up the shell. He made sure not to dig in too much, though, since he didn’t know how sensitive Tubbo was in this form, and he certainly did not want to find out how painful his claws might be to the little shulker right now. 

The shulker in question lowered the shell a bit, doubling over a little. His hold on the shell loosened, causing him to use his arm to stabilize it again. He pouted at Ranboo, laughing too hard to make him look convincing. He attempted to wriggle out of his hold, but he knew it was impossible. The enderman’s hands were too long, and he simply was too short to escape him. He then resolved to using a slightly different tactic, ducking down into his shell to escape the sensations. Ranboo yelped, moving his hands out of smashing range just in time. He glared at the shulker shell, making an annoyed enderman noise as he did so. “Hey, Tubbo! You could have hurt me!” A small voice echoed out of the box, “Okay. And? Meanie.” 

Ranboo smiled a little, hearing the tiny pout in his voice. However, he wasn’t deterred by the defensive shell at all. He kneeled down, bending over a tiny bit awkwardly, attempting to reach the shell. He drummed his fingers over the shell, perking his ears up to listen for the telltale tubbo giggles. As he intensified the drumming, he heard the giggles get louder. “Ooh, this shell makes such a cute little noise when I drum it! Maybe Wilbur and the rest will be happy if I make them some really good music when they return!” He piped, drumming a familiar tune into the shell.

Tubbo giggled from within the box, whining at the feeling. “Nohohoho, thehehey wohon’t behehe!” He drummed a little harder in the spots where the seams were, grinning wider when the giggles intensified within the box. He continued tapping at different areas until he reached a specific area. Tubbo also noticed this. His eyes widened from within the box, shaking his head slightly, even though he knew Ranboo couldn’t see it. “Ranboo, nohoho! Plehehease dohohon’t…” Ranboo gently tapped on the spot, earning a loud and high-pitched Tubbo squeal. “EEEE!” RanboHOHOHO!” Instinctually, the shell opened a little bit, revealing Tubbo’s curled up form inside a tiny bit. Ranboo grinned toothily, reaching his other hand to poke at the exposed form a little, all the while scratching gently at the spot. 

This was enough to make Tubbo’s little shell shake with mirth. Tubbo loved this, that’s for sure. But how much was the real question here. Ranboo’s mind flurried with thoughts, some good, some bad. 

I think he’s loving it! He’s probably touch-starved.

 You aren’t asking for consent. He probably hates you so much right now. 

Aww, Tubbee is giggling! 

Make him stop. 

Make it stop.

 Forget again. I dare you, Ranboo.

 He couldn’t. He couldn’t take it. His bipolar thoughts banged inside his head, making his chest clench up. His breathing went shallow, but this went unheard by the giggling hybrid. Ranboo’s tickling slowed down, to the point of it barely being called tickling. Finally, the drumming and rubbing stopped completely, making Tubbo a bit worried. No sound was heard from the outside, so Tubbo assumed that he got bored and left. He peeked out of the box quizzically. “Ranboo? Are you okay? Don’t worry, I’m fine-” He stopped speaking, staring at the shivering, curled up enderman in the corner of the room. His eyes widened. “Oh no. No, no, no.. Hey, Ranboo? It’s me, Tubbs. I’m a bit stuck right now, but I need you to keep calm for me, okay?” Tubbo was extremely concerned, but he had no clue how to get to the enderman, much less deal with the enderman. 

He tried to get out of the box, but to no avail. Finally, he shoved himself forward, inching towards his destination slowly. It took what felt like an eternity to get to Ranboo’s side, but once he did, he opened his shell as much as he could to trace shapes into the enderman’s back. It was hard work for the little hybrid, but he did what he could, hoping that the light stimulation would be enough to help him calm down Ranboo tried to take in deep breaths, trying to summon up Phil’s advice for meditation, but he couldn’t remember how. Couldn’t remember… This was all his fault, wasn’t it? They were having fun and now they weren’t, all because of him… He curled up more, enderman noises escaping him. 

Even more concerned by the reaction, Tubbo continued to trace shapes into his back, using more force so he could feel it better. Ranboo stiffened at the feeling of someone touching his back, but relaxed into it a little upon the realization that it was probably Tubbo. The shulker… he had messed it up, hadn’t he? He sobbed a bit more, wanting to turn around and hug the little hybrid so badly. Tubbo continued to struggle with unboxing himself. He tried to throw it off manually, but it stuck to him like a really, really annoying magical.. thing... He was never good with his words. But he could not get the item off, regardless of his efforts.So, instead of focusing on the shell, he focused more on the task at hand.

 He nudged himself closer to them, whispering comforting words into his flicking black and white ears. He didn’t know how to deal with panic attacks much, but he did know that Ranboo would feel much better if he was aware of his presence. So he continued to mutter, talking about all of the dumb things he did today in the mines. He told him stories about the bees, how they loved him, even though he was a hostile mob. He told him all about how Nikki was doing, how she had found a way to farm underwater and never go hungry again. He cracked jokes, made puns that were so corny, even Phil would have wrinkled his nose at them. As time went on, Ranboo began to feel better again. The voices had stopped swirling in his head, satisfied with the pain it had brought him. His breathing evened out as he focused on the sound of Tubbo’s voice. He straightened out a bit, closing his eyes to feel his fingers gently tracing a circle, then a triangle, then another circle into his shivering back. He opened his mouth and croaked quietly, “I-I’m sorry.” He immediately blushed, mortified of the croaky sound that came out of his throat. 

Tubbo’s fingers stopped, before continuing on their path to make a perfect octagon on his back. “No, no. Don’t apologise! It’s not your fault. Voices again?” He could hear the concern straining his voice, making him feel guilty again. Your fault. He nodded, He couldn’t trust his voice again, not after that croaky sounding fiasco. Tubbo nodded in empathy behind him. “Yeah, I get it. The voices are getting louder nowadays, huh? What are they telling you?” You don’t belong. He’s humoring you. He stuttered out a “not much”, enderman noises slipping out again. He curled up again, trying to block out the intrusive voices. 

Tubbo’s concern kicked up another notch when he realized he was lying. That’s not something he normally does with me. Why would he lie? Did the voices have something to do with earlier? I’m sure they did. Maybe… He started scribbling over Ranboo’s white side. He jerked and giggled, not expecting such a sudden surprise attack. “Hey, Ranboo! I know that you tried to tickle me earlier, but that didn’t go so well. Is that, perhaps...because you wanted some tickles? What a little provoker~” Ranboo squeaked, scrunching up his neck. His pointy ears turned a slight shade of pink at the teases, but he didn’t try to avoid his hands, so that was a start. Tubbo started to spider and squeeze at his side, hoping that the tickles would make the voices cease, at least for a little bit. Ranboo giggled louder, squirming a little in his hold. “Ehehehe, Ihi’m nohohot ahahaha prohohvoker! Yohohou ahahare!” 

Tubbo ‘frowned’ at that behind him. “Lies and slander. Who told you such things? State their name and I shall put the traitor to death.” As he spoke, he dug his fingers into his side to accentuate his point. Ranboo squeaked again, melting into his touch a bit. “Ihihi wihihill nehehever tehehell!” The enderman was thoroughly grateful for the touch of roleplay. Being genuine was as tough as touching water was for him sometimes. On the other hand, roleplay...roleplay was the kind of thing he could do sleeping.

 Roleplay requires one to be able to handle a role they are not, a role that they could be but choose to not be, by design or by choice. Ranboo roleplayed all the time. As the smart one, the happy one, the one who remembers his friends’ names...Roleplay was like breathing for him. But, for the others, it was just fun and games. Ranboo remembered Dream playfully ruffling Tommy’s hair after roleplaying an entire scene of him manipulating him. They both were laughing so much. Ranboo remembers that scene fondly. It’s the only one he can remember. Everyone was so caught up in their own roles to play that he forgot that he wasn’t roleplaying at all. People made jokes about his memory, about his personality, and he just had to take it. Because they think he is just playing around, like the others. That he can remember, can be happy, can be smart. He wallowed in his thoughts, giggling from the tickles, but not consciously noticing. 

Tubbo noticed that he had quieted down again and piped up. “Hey, Ranboo? You okay? You haven’t answered any of my questions.” Ranboo turned around his whole body, laying on his side and looking towards Tubbo, still largely in headspace. The shulker sucked in a breath at the state of his front half. He looked a mess, hair ruffled and uneven. His eyes were puffy from tears he probably didn’t know have fallen, slight burn marks left in the wake of the brackish water. His suit was crumpled and in great need of an iron. The worst part, in Tubbo’s perspective, were his eyes. 

His eyes, which usually held such happiness as they frolicked through fields and picked flowers, were empty, sad, hollow as a bamboo cup. The sparkle of life in them were dull, as if he was stuck in a never-ending, waking nightmare. Tubbo never wanted to be free of his encumbering shell so much until now. He wanted to hug and cuddle it all better, tickle Ranboo until his sparkle came back… but he couldn’t. Frustration welled up in his chest, tears threatening to spill from his friend’s state. Just then, the door creaked open, revealing Phil and Wilbur.

 “Hey, we’re ba- what the hell happened here?” Phil flapped his wings a bit and cocked his head like a bird at the questionable scene. Ranboo was lying on the floor, looking as much of a wreck as he felt. Tubbo was literally in a box, holding it up as well as he can to comfort the other. The whole house looked pretty messy, as if Ranboo had tired (and failed) to help with chores, which is probably what happened. All in all, it was a sight to behold for the avian and wraith, who quickly ran to their sides.

 Phil gingerly picked up the tall hybrid, hissing with empathy at the burnt-out look on his face. Wilbur began to converse with the shulker, who, after being removed from Ranboo’s vicinity, immediately burst into tears and dropped his shell back down, closing it off from the wraith. Phil gently placed him down on a bed. He massaged the boy’s shoulders, which resulted in a little giggle and a smile. As time went on, his giggles turned to soft snores, leaving Phil with a soft feeling in his chest at the domestic sight. Wilbur’s interrogation was going stellarly compared to Phil.

 Tubbo was wailing and bawling in his shell, refusing to come out. Wilbur had tried everything, from trying to comfort him to tapping his fingers on the shell, both of which usually work. But Tubbo wailed on, cries making the magically thin shell shake and tremble. Wilbur stepped back a bit, looking at Philza’s returning figure in desperation. Phil made grabby hands towards the box. Wilbur picked up the small purple box, handing it to the bird-man. 

Phil walked back through the house, talons scratching quietly on the floor. He placed the box on another bed, then sat down next to it. Ranboo snored quietly in the bed next to him. Tubbo, noticing the calm vibrations from the enderman, opened the shell a crack to look at his sleeping form. Once he had decided that the enderman was okay, he opened it up more, looking through the shell to stare at Phil. The elytrian awwed at the adorable sight. He wiggled his fingers at Tubbo, seeing if that would coax the boy fully out of box form. Tubbo fully opened up, using his arms to brace the shell. He grinned, sniffling a little bit. “Hiya, Phil.”

 Phil smiled, cupping his hands tenderly under his chin. “Hiya, Tubbo.” Tubbo rested his head on his hands, looking up at him warmly. They stayed there for a few minutes, relaxing together as Ranboo’s soft snores echoed through the room. Phil was the first to speak, daring to ask, “Tubbo, why are you still in box form?” Tubbo sighed dejectedly, before answering quietly, “I got stuck. I need help getting out, but I don’t know how yet.” 

Phil nodded, before grabbing the shell’s lip for him with one hand. The shulker giggled, hiding his face in his shoulder. The bird-man looked at him quizzically, then rubbed his other hand over the lip of the shell. Tubbo squealed quietly at the feeling, squirming around as much as he could inside the shell. Phil smirked evilly at him. “Oh my. Does this tickle, per se?” He dragged the soft parts of his fingers over the lip quickly, delighting in the pure little giggles he got in response. “Oh wow, it really does! I wonder what Tommy would do with this information….” 

At the mention of Tommy, Tubbo’s eyes widened considerably. “W-wait, no! Plehehease dohohon’t!” He shook his head empathetically, trying (and failing) to dissuade the father figure. Phil increased the speed of his rubbing, varying the firmness of his touch to keep the boy guessing. Tubbo hid his face in his hands, squeaking and squealing at the ticklish touch to his shell. He made no move to escape from him, knowing that he wouldn't be able to get away anyways. Instead, he tried to poke at Phil’s wings with one finger, only to hit the magical shulker barrier. He huffed and pouted a bit, which looked quite silly through his laughter. Why can they get in if I can’t get out? Hmph. This is unfair. 

Phil laughed a little at his face, noticing that he couldn’t leave the little area that he was enclosed in. He chuckled darkly, an idea coming to fruition in his mind. Extending his wings, he poked the wingtips in and brushed them over Tubbo’s neck. Tubbo all but shrieked, scrunching his neck up. The feathers rubbed over his ears instead, making him recoil with laughter. “EheHEHEHEEE! NOHOHO, PHIHILL!” He curled up, trying to escape, but his wingtips followed his movements, brushing against his sensitive neck and ears torturously. Eventually, he gave in, leaning into the tickles. His ears burned in embarrassment. 

Phil continued to croon little teases into his ears, rubbing at the lip of the shell whenever he could. “You’re being such a good boy for me, Tubbo! Who’s a good little shulker? You are!” Tubbo whimpered and nodded, making the feathers brush even more on his ear. “Ihihihihi! Phihihihill! Ihihihit tihihihickles!” “Of course it does, kiddo. That’s the whole point, you silly goose!” “Ihihihi ahaham nohohot a sihihihilly gohohoose!” They continued to horse around, good nature seeping from them and filling the room with cheer. 

Ranboo awoke from his little nap to hear Tubbo and Phil giggling with one another. He shifted slightly so he could see them, smiling at their antics. He wished to join them, so badly. But he was the odd man out. He knew it. So he pretended to be asleep and watched them, red and green irises barely visible to the human eye. But Phil was not human, not fully. So, when he flicked his eyes over to the side and saw the little slivers of color, he grinned, calling for Ranboo jovially. “Ran! Why don’t you join us, buddy?” 

Ranboo flinched, not expecting him to notice. He got up slowly, moving closer to them hesitantly. At this point, Tubbo had also turned and waved at the enderman, but the second he started moving towards him, he knew something was very wrong. He looked at Philza, worried and unsure of what to do. Finally, he opened his mouth to inquire, “Ranbohohoho, you don’t have to johohohoin if you don’t want to. I know you juhuhuhust recovered from a panic attack. I don’t want you to strain- eeEE! Phihihil, nohohoho- ahem, strahahain yourself toohoho much.” Ranboo shook his head at that, black and white hair mixing in with each other which each shake. “N-no, I’m okay. I want to join.” He ignored his voices, listening to the sounds of Tubbo’s giggles to ground himself as he walked. He focused on the feeling of his shoes touching the ground with every step towards them, the short distance feeling like a mile in his mind. When he finally got close enough to them, he sat down, crossing his legs. He stared at Tubbo for a few awkward seconds, before extending his hands to tickle at his neck. 

Tubbo squealed a bit, scrunching up his neck a bit, but still allowed access there. After a while of spidering his fingers in the same area, Ranboo gained a bit more confidence, pulling up the shulker’s shirt and tickling at his tum gently. He grabbed at the enderman’s hand and squirmed a bit, giggling loudly. “Ehahaha, Rahahan!” The enderman scribbled all over his tummy, dipping into his navel a little. Tubbo threw his head back, knocking his head on the barrier. “RAHAHAN-EEE! NOHOHO, NOHOT THEHE BEHEHELLY!” “The belly, you say? Why, of course!” Ranboo smirked and dug his fingers in, scratching roughly. This drove the poor shulker wild. He thrashed around in his little enclosed space, screeching with laughter. A crack was heard outside the shell, making Ranboo and Phil exchange a worried look. “What was that?” 

Ranboo shrugged, returning to his task of making the trapped boy shriek. Tubbo slammed his back into the shell again from the sensations, the enclosure making a creaking noise from his violent movements. He heard it too this time, looking at the area he slammed in confusion. He tried it again, this time using all of his weight on the creaking area. With a loud snapping noise, the shulker shell cracked. Tubbo rolled out, unfolding and laying on the floor face-down. Phil caught the shell fragments, looking at the drops with interest. Ranboo ran to his side, making sure he was alright. 

“You good, dude?” Panting, Tubbo looked up from the floor, smile wide on his face. “That..was amazing.” He slammed his face back down on the floor, cheek smushing on contact. The enderman smiled, gently petting his hair. Phil yelled in excitement, startling them both. “Guys! Look!” Tubbo slowly got up, scooching over to him. He pointed at the fragments, beaming. “Your shell fragments! I think that we could make a shulker box out of these!” Both of the boys beamed. Having a shulker box, so early in the start of the server? They were excited by the idea. Tubbo shot up from his sitting position. “Let’s go craft it, Philza! I wanna see what it’ll look like!” The three of them ran over to the crafting station, excitement spilling over. 

Wilbur looked up from Ranboo’s book in the main area, confused. “What’s going  on? You all look like labradors. Lab dors? Oh fuck, I don’t know.” Ranboo turned, grinning at him. “We’re making a shulker box!” The wraith dropped the book through his body in shock. “WHAT THE FUCK?” 

He floated over, looking through Ranboo as he did. Ranboo paid no heed to him, watching Phil work with a face of pure focus. The bird-man’s hands weaved and tied things left and right, crafting at a speed only a hardcore master could handle. Once he was finished, he held up the box with a triumphant shout. He placed it down, wings flapping with excitement. “It works!” The group yelled loudly in happiness (and slight confusion, as Ranboo had forgotten what exactly was going on halfway through the crafting). The rest of the day was full of cheer, Wilbur and Tubbo helping Ranboo finish all his chores, chatting as they went. 

And Ranboo remembered that day, for many years to come.

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 One day, one of the newer players reminded him of the day they first got the raggedy shulker box from the early days of the server, pointing and asking questions about it inquiringly. He smiled, tail whipping around him in amusement. “Oh, to be with them again.” He tilted his head upwards, as if he was looking to the very heavens fondly. “I miss them. I hope I can see Tubbo and the others soon again, you know?” He’d stroke the edges of the box tenderly, as if the past owner could still feel the sensations. “I’ll join them soon.” A single tear ran down his face, unseen by the player in their haste to find useful items to speed up development of the server’s newly built town. And the hallway where they once roamed was silent, time-worn and ragged from disuse. Another gentle stroke. “I’ll join them soon.”

 A few days later, Ranboo failed to meet up at roll call. When the player returned to the house, their eyes widened. They turned around, leaving the house with their feet dragging mournfully on the pathway home. They set up a funeral for him, the last of the original players. They placed his pearl in the box, closing the box reverently. And so they rested, together once more. 

Some people said that, if you put your ear to the box and listen intently, one could hear the sound of Tubbo’s laughter, Wilbur’s mutterings at 2AM, Phil’s wings and feathers rustling in the breeze, and Ranboo’s gentle enderman vwoops and calls. And if one opened up the box, they would see the gentle curve of two feathers, one fluffy and white, one sleek and black like the midnight breeze, a phantom membrane, fully intact and uncut by any player’s sword, and one, perfect enderpearl. 

#dsmp tickle #mcyt tickle #lee!tubbo #ler!ranboo #this is one the origins smp #it's also plenty old bc tubbo is a shulker #angsty at the end okie it's p old #my writing #downywrites #oops my hand slipped

[lokidrabbles]

Heated Shelter II (Loki x Reader

Part 1). Reader and Loki wake up the following morning; Loki continues to have some doubts.

A/N: Second part to this little oneshot, this time from the Reader’s perspective. Also another, kinda part of my Loki x Reader Winter series? Let’s say yes. A always, gender neutral reader!

Tags: @desparadowrites​  Hope you enjoy! (if anyone would like to be tagged in any particular stories or series, please don’t hesitate to message me!)

Warnings: Slight angst, implied smut

You had woken up, your body already accustomed to awakening at a certain time.  Your eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the soft light from your Christmas tree in your living room. It was morning by the looks of it. A soft blue hue shone from your window; the sun would be rising in a couple of minutes. Soon the memories of that night hit you, and you looked down to find a familiar weight on your lap. Your heart began to pound rapidly at the sight of Loki, still sleeping in the exact same position you had left him. His hands were still placed gently over his chest, which rose up and down in such a smooth manner. His face was peaceful, completely unbothered by the awkward position you both had knocked out together.

You debated whether to wake him up or to let him continue to rest a bit more. Although he hesitated on providing details about why he was in such a state last night, you understood well enough from his non-verbal language. He was exhausted, mentally tired of having to deal with the acculturation of Earth, and of course with dealing with Tony, who was no walk in the park. You wished you could do more for him and hoped at least this tranquil night allowed him to recuperate from whatever difficulties he was experiencing.

But your thighs were killing you. And you needed use the restroom.

How do you wake up an Asgardian? Or Loki for that matter without having a dagger appear at your throat. You felt stupid just shaking him or calling out his name. Surely there’s another way to approach this without placing yourself in danger. Instead, you opted to gently poke his cheek, hoping the odd sensation would slowly push him awake.

“Hey.” You said lowly. No avail. The man continued to remain still, still breathing soothingly. A thought ran through your mind, thinking how it must be a crime somewhere to look this good while sleeping.

You poked again, a bit harsher and cleared your throat.

“Loki. It’s morning. Wake up.”

He grunted a bit this time, obviously annoyed at your finger jabbing his cheek. A bemused look formed upon your face. How far could you possibly take this?

You lowered your head to reach his ear closer with a devious grin.

“Loki! Hurry! Thor’s about to take his pants off!”

Loki jolted awake, eyes wide, and arms and legs spazzing out of control. The intensity of the reaction pushed him off of your lap, sending him crashing onto your floor.

“Oh my god, Loki!” You reached out to him, holding back an uncontrollable laugh. “Are you okay?”

He groaned, pushing himself upwards from the floor and wiping an eye with the palm of his hand. He immediately narrowed his eyes at you, irritation all over his face.

“That is not funny.” He responded, sending you into a fit of giggles. “Aren’t you supposed to be an adult?”

You covered your mouth, doing your best at restraining your humor. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist. God you looked like a frightened cat. I swear your hair even puffed up.”

His frown impossibly grew even wider. “If you wanted me to leave, you could have just told me so.”

“Oh don’t be a baby.” You retorted, standing up at stretching out your sore legs and arms. “It was just a bit of mischievous fun. You like that, don’t you?”

“No, that was simply mean. I’m certain you don’t enjoy being rudely awakened by such a shrill sound.” He remained on your floor, arms crossed over his chest.

“Yeesh. Fine, I’m sorry. Hey look, how about I make us some breakfast and we’ll call it even?” You said, clapping your hands enthusiastically.

He rolled his eyes at your eagerness. “I suppose.”

“Great!”

You began to tip toe around Loki, who apparently made himself quite comfortable on your carpeted floor. Your display of contentment wasn’t for show or to irk at his sardonic nature. You were truly content that he didn’t threaten your life with your little prank, and that he willingly remained here to spend the morning with you. While something tugged at you to cast away any hopes of your relationship with Loki blossoming into something more than ‘work buddies’, you ignored it, selfishly enjoying your present time with him.

Your preoccupied mind however prevented you from noticing Loki’s own mischievous glint. As you tip toed around him, he strategically moved his legs in such a manner which caused your to overstep in the wrong place. The movement was instant, and before you knew it, you were careening forward, landing flat faced onto the floor.

“Ehehehe.”

You pushed yourself against the floor, immediately pressing your palm on your irritated cheek. You turned your head to look at him, shit-grin all over his mug.

“Who’s mean now! Jesus fuck Loki.” You shrieked at him, caressing your cheek. “That fucking hurt.”

He shrugged. “I suppose we are completely even now.”

“I could have broken my nose, what you have done then!” You continued caressing your cheek. It did actually hurt, and little tears began to form at the corner of your eyes.

“Be thankful it was just that. If I wanted to, I could have made it so snakes would appeared in your trousers.”

“Ugh. I think my cheek is swelling up now. I’m gonna need to get an ice pack.” You said as your lifted yourself to stand.

Loki’s grin soon dissipated and he too pushed against the floor to stand up beside you.

“Let me take a look at it.” He said, gripping your wrist and gently tugging your hand away from your cheek.

You complied with him and allowed him to inspect your reddened cheek. You peeked at him, curious about his sudden change in temperament. A second ago he was laughing at your embarrassing fall, albeit well deserved. Now, his eyes scanned all over your face, unknowingly taking in every little detail available. You admitted the tender attention was sickeningly sweet. He released his grip on your wrist, letting it slowly fall back to your side. He placed his hand on your warm cheek, and you felt a satisfying cooling relief.

“Your hand feels really nice there.” You commented, avoiding direct eye contact.

“You’ll have to forgive my ruse. I didn’t think you’d actually take such a hard fall. I should have known better.”

“It’s fine, I kinda deserved it.”

He chuckled slightly, lips remaining apart. “I hurt you and you want to take blame for it. I don’t comprehend you at all.”

“I mean, you didn’t really intent for me to get a broken nose or anything like that right?”

“Of course not. But it’s not just that.”

Your gaze finally met his, his face now stern and serious. “What do you mean?”

“This prior evening,” He began. “You allowed me here, into your home. And yet, I lashed out at you, questioned your every motive, and still you allowed me to persist and remain here for the entirety of the night. Why?”

You were dumbfounded. Loki had never spoken to you with this level of intensity. He got angry, he lashed out, he was sarcastic, but he had never shown you this degree of concern and conviction. Needless to say, you had no imaginable idea on how to respond back to him.

“Because you’re my friend.” It was the best thing you could decipher at the moment.

“No.” He shook his head slowly, now gripping your shoulders. “No, that’s not it. Even what you’d consider acquaintances have certain limits. But you. What are you looking to get out of me?”

This was heading into a very undesirable direction. From what you could interpret, Loki had a skewed perception your friendship. Your relationship with him. A perception involving a system of give and take, and he had assumed you wanted something out of him. Something invalidating.

“You don’t think it’s possible that I just enjoy being with you?” You asked softly, disbelief in your voice. The burning in your cheek persisted slightly.

He didn’t say anything, which you figured he was at a loss for words. His grip remained on your shoulders and his gazed stuck upon yours as well. Perhaps this idea was still very alien to him.

“I’ll be disappointing (y/n). I don’t even know what convoluted part of my mind decided to bring me here.” He looked defeated. This really was a bizarre conversation for him.

“My god Loki. You’re a smart guy. I’m sure you would’ve figured out by now that I have no hidden intentions with you.” You replied. “I screamed in your ear and you tripped me. That’s about as blatant as I see our relationship.”

“I don’t intent to trip you anymore if your body can’t handle it.” He jested.

You reached to grab his hands and slowly pulled them off of your shoulders. “You have to tell me that you understand though. I don’t want you questioning me or my motives with you. You’re important to me and the only person who makes my workplace tolerable.”

He lifted an eyebrow at you, a smirk coming in naturally. “Very bold of you to say.”

“But. Do you understand. Yes?”

Loki lowered himself to bring himself next to your puffy cheek. He tenderly laid a gentle kiss upon it, as if he was literally kissing your injury away with benevolence. His lips felt soft and soothing against your skin, and you swore your pain almost vanished instantly. But mostly because Loki had just kissed your cheek in the most dramatic manner possible.

You hummed approvingly. “You know, it just so happens that it hurts right here as well.” You said coyly, pointing to your forehead.

He couldn’t resist a titter from his part. “Trying to be sly with me human? Don’t take my physicality for granted.”

Your eyes veered off to the side. “Actually, it hurts here as well.” This time you pointed to the curve of your neck. “Honest!”

You were actually joking with that one, but became pleasantly surprised when he wrapped an arm around your waist, bringing your body close to his and allowing him to tongue and suckle at your neck. Shivers ran from your toes all the way at the top of your head as Loki’s wet tongue and lips nipped a your sensitive skin. You moaned pleasingly, allowing it to persist for a brief moment until you pushed him away gently. He leaned onto you, almost seemingly begging for more. “Okay, I may have gotten carried away with that one.” You said nervously, covering your moistened neck.

“Wait.” Loki began, halting you. “Don’t you have a bed?”

Your eyes widened. “I do.”

You grabbed onto Loki’s hand and lead him deep into your bedroom, soon forgetting about breakfast, your probably bruised cheek, and the unmistakable doubt that had been shared earlier. 

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#loki #loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki laufeyson #loki imagine #loki imagines #loki drabbles #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #loki (mcu)

[romanssippycup]

While Talking To You

This is for Mew’s Birthday! Happy birthday @tinysidestrashcaptain. Happy Birthday Mew. Love you friendo!

While Talking To you

Ships: Logicality

Words ~ 2,441  ~

Warnings: Tickling, small amount of angst (blink and you’ll miss it), lotsa fluff It was a Saturday. The only day Logan despised as much as he appreciated it. Well for one thing, the residents of his shared apartment were all doing their own activities leaving him to some old-fashioned peace and quiet. On the other hand, however, that quiet tended to distract him for whatever the bespectacled man was currently trying to accomplish. He had gotten so used to the noise and constant bickering of his quad-mates that when the noise was missing from his ears, he felt...lonely.

Which was an uncommon occurrence for Logan Sherman, since he had grown as an only child and practically been alone his whole life. But this...this was different. There were no Disney songs filling the atmosphere from his neighbor across the hall Roman. There were no fights between him and his other neighbor Virgil. And the sounds from the kitchen remained relatively still because it lacked the presence of the one who normally used it.

Logan’s mind then switched to his final neighbor Patton. Logan regarded Patton as one who could care about aIt  tiny ladybug as much as he could care about someone he truly loved. There were no bounds to that man’s grace and acceptance, and it baffled Logan to no end. When they all four first decided to share an apartment with each other, it was Patton who kept them all together. He was the glue who settled their arguments, cooked their meals, and kept them together all through the first three years out of college.

Logan quickly recalled the first time that it was Patton who needed help. How quickly him and the other two rushed to his side as they helped him grieve through the death of a close family member. That had been a year and a half ago. Seeing that man go through such a great deal of emotion exhausted him, and everyday since he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

A good example of this was happening right now. Logan had been bent over his paperwork for his job as an accountant for twenty minutes, distracted with his thoughts of Patton. After realizing just how much the light-hearted male had been on his mind lately, he knew his efforts would be fruitless, still he tried with no success. Sliding the papers aside from his work space, he quietly set his head down on the desk, knowing that productivity was unattainable for the time being.

He spied his fidget spinner on the corner of his desk, a small smile forming onto his face as he remembered a certain exchange he had with Patton not too long ago.

“Heya Logan! I just wanted to let you know dinner’s ready!”

“Thank you Patton. I’ll be at the table shortly.”

“Did you just go to Wal-Mart?”

“Yes. What gave it away?”

“The bags on the floor silly.”

“Oh. I suppose I have yet to put them away.”

“Whatdja get?”

“Nothing importa-”

“GASP! Is that a fidgit spinner?!”

“Y-yes. Don’t tell Virgil. He’d probably steal it if he found out I had it.”

“Oh no ! I won’t tell him. Wow...it’s so cool! You just flick it...right? Eheheheh! It’s making my head spin...right round baby right round baby.”

“Oh goodness Pat. How you find joy in the simplest things is beyond me.”

“Joy is always there, Logan. You just gotta be open to searching for it. Just like I always find joy while talking to you!”

“...while talking to me…” Logan echoed quietly, now back in the confines of his empty room. The focus he had on his fidgit spinner as he was lost in the backflash was only interrupted by the small twang of a frying pan coming from the kitchen. That small sound alone was enough to jolt the accountant out of his seat. Logan had never sat up so fast in his life. So fast he had to contain this foreign excitement from rising in his chest. He knew his feelings for Patton had grown over time, but for some reason they decided to sky-rocket today, and Logan’s heart was pounding because of it.

He used breathing techniques to quell his nerves while he walked out of his room and into the kitchen to the meet the sound of bacon sizzling on the stove. And adding to the delightful atmosphere of the kitchen, stood his favorite person, humming quietly to himself as he prepared breakfast for the four of them. Logan couldn’t stop the small warm smile growing on his features as he realized Patton was still in his pajamas. The messy hair and ducky slippers sold the whole look, Logan thought, as he had to hide his mouth with his hand to keep the blush from rising to his cheeks.

It took a minute, but once Patton finally noticed Logan’s presence, Logan caught a small blush from him too.

“Morning Lo! Eheheheh! Decided not to get dressed either? Sounds good! We can have a breakfast pajama party.” Logan was confused, until he looked down at his clothes, which to his utter astonishment were pajamas. He had been so focused on Patton and/or trying to do work that he had forgotten to get dressed. Logan almost never left his room without professional attire on, and now he felt silly.

He looked away speechless, rubbing a hand against his neck. The pink dusting his cheeks completely apparent to the adorable man that was smiling at him. “Aww. Don’t be embarrassed, Lo. It’s ok. It’s a saturday! Everyone should be able to enjoy a lazy saturday and that does include you!” Patton gave that smile again that hopelessly fluttered Logan’s heart and now he had no chance of covering his blush up. He was thankful that Patton went back to serving breakfast, before he had a chance to see Logan’s cherry-tomato complexion.

“I-if you say so Pat.” Oh confound it, why did he stutter? And the stutter was just enough to catch Patton’s attention again. If there was one thing everyone knew about Patton, it was that there was no hiding your true feelings from him. Logan didn’t even dare looking at Patton again as he went to sit at the breakfast table and read the morning newspaper at his place setting. Soon he was thankful because five seconds later he felt Patton’s gaze leave him.

“Ya know Logan?

“Yes Patton?”

“I was reading that anatomy text book you gave me awhile back.”

“Mhm.”

“And I found the word appendix in the appendix.”

Logan chuckled. “Very humorous Patton.”

“But...it got me thinking. The word kind of reminds me of you Logan.”

This time Logan had to look at Patton, trying desperately to understand what he meant by that. “How so?”

Patton gave a little sigh as he sauntered over to the table where Logan was currently at and sat across from him. “Well Logan. Sometimes I have a hard time understanding how you work or what you do. But, I just really wanna take you out.”

BAM! It hit him like a baseball to the face and he blushed. So hard that he knew Patton had gotten the reaction he had been wanting when he looked up and spotted him winking ever so subtly. Logan had never read a newspaper more vigorously in his lifetime. He heard Patton chuckle a little low for his normal voice and oh god he couldn’t hide well. Without thinking he moved the newspaper in front of his face, but Patton’s adorable laughter at his speechlessness embarrassed him all the more.

“Aww...you can blush!” He heard Patton’s footsteps as he got up from the table and walk around to his side.

“Mmngh.” Was all Logan got out in response.

“So..if my name was Microsoft could I crash at your place tonight?”

“P-patton. We live in the same house.” Now Logan actually began to chuckle as he blushed.

“Eheheheh! I know Logan! It’s just I’ve never seen you blush like this before and it’s so cute. So tell me! Aside from being sexy, what else do you do for a living?”

“Goodness Gracious Patton!” Logan stood up from the table, rolled up the newspaper in front of him, and smacked Patton playfully with it a couple times earning a some adorable squeals from his crush. “Stop it! And you know I’m an accountant.” Logan couldn’t deny how much he was smiling from this somewhat odd yet playful exchange.

Patton caught the other end of the rolled up newspaper in his hands just as Logan was about to take another swing “Eheheheh! Well I should’ve known you were. You certainly have some nice assets.” He wiggled his eyebrows flirtily causing Logan to scrunch up his face to hold in his undignified smile and drop his hold on the newspaper, leaving it in Patton’s hands.

“Okay. It's to my understanding my reactions are satisfying you. It’s high time the tides shifted.” Logan lunged at Patton and gave a swift poke to his side. Patton squeaked at the delivery and used the newspaper to smack Logan’s other poking attempts away from his person.

“EEE!! Nohohoho!! Stop!!” Logan smirked and caught the newspaper in his hand again and used it to yank Patton closer to him. Fighting for control over the newspaper, Logan finally won and tossed it to the side. Now he was trapping Patton by one hand on his waist dipping him and another on both of his wrists out in front of him.

“Ahhh!! Ehehehe! Well I’m caught red-handed.” Patton giggled nervously. Logan smiled warmly, allowing the blush to subside until a warm pink danced across his cheeks. “Whatcha gonna do, Lo?” He smiled down noticing the little nervous giggles protruding for Patton’s mouth.

Logan said and nothing and just began to squeeze the hand that was cupping his crush’s hips lightly. “Aaah! Lohohohogan!!”

“This is payback Patton. One does not make me blush to such an intensity and expect not to get anything back.” He said it with a smile though as he slid the hand on his waist up and down his side, squeezing as he went along. Patton wiggled in his grip, doing his best to escape but Logan held fast, watching with fondness as he made his crush laugh joyfully.

“Eeeeeheehehehehehehe!!! LooooGAAHAHAHAHAHAN!” Just then Logan’s fingers wiggled and drilled into his side, scuttering and tickling evenly looking for the spots that gave him the best reaction. Once he found one, he sacrificed all other fingers for the sake of a single finger wiggling gently on that one spot, bringing forth some of the most melodious laughter he had heard from Patton’s mouth. “Bwahahahahahah!!! Noohohohoho nohohohot thehehehere Logan!!”

“Yes there Pat.” Smiling devilish while dropping Patton’s hands and holding Patton close, Logan initiated his next form of attack. His hand on Patton’s side scuttled across to his belly and began tickling. Patton doubled over in his grasp giving Logan a perfect shot as his neck, which he took effortlessly. He gave a small couple raspberries to that exposed sensitive area watching as Patton dissolved into helpless shrieks.

“AAAA!! No no Noohohohoho!!! Ok ok ok uncle uncle!!” Logan chuckled deeply into his neck, his breath haunting Patton’s skin causing it to shudder. He stopped his onslaught on Patton’s belly, but kept his lips next to Patton’s neck, holding him from behind and around waist. It was only a soft simple “Logan” that brought the said human back from his trance. And it only just occurred to him how he was holding his friend, his crush, without permission.

His eyes grew wide and he immediately released Patton taking a step back. “I’m...sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” He was about to run back to his room and never come out again when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“No...don’t leave please?” It caused him to stop in his tracks and look back at the man his feelings had come to love. He took in Patton’s flushed, but happy face lovingly and he couldn’t help but fall in love just a little bit more.

“I’m...sorry-” But he was cut off, his lips enveloped by Patton’s own as he felt the excitement of being kissed by his crush flow through his entire being. His arms and hands slowly wrapped around Patton and he brought him closer into his grasp. The semblance of passion was only broken because a gasp had emitted from his lips as Patton began kissing down his jaw.

“W-wait...Patton.” But his crush had already reached the lower part of his neck and began to plant tiny kisses. And Logan knew he was gone from the moment Patton started to show him affection. “P-patton…” Logan began to giggle softly, leaning into his crush.

“Yes Logan?” Patton breathed against his neck, the shudders going up Logan’s spine this time.

“Did you mean it when you said...that you wanted to take me out...earlier?”

Patton thought for a minute, then began to grin. “Well do you have any Raisins?”

“No…?”

“Well how about a date?”

“Yes Patton. I will go on a date with you.”

“That’d be kind of hard. Seeing as how we are really big and trying to go on a date will smash the poor little fruit.” Logan audibly groaned buried his face in his hand.

“Fine. If you aren’t going to ask me directly then I’m going to ask you.”

“No wait! Here! Logan, I’ve had a crush on you for awhile too, and I was honestly afraid to ask you...I didn’t want our friendship to go sour if it didn’t work out. But, being here in your arms makes me never want to leave them again. So...will you Logan Sherman go out with me? For coffee or dinner sometime?” Logan felt Patton snuggle just a little closer to him and it made him smile ever so slightly more.

“I already said yes, Patton. I feel the same towards you. But, we can talk dates and raisins later. Right now...I am content just to hold you in my arms for the moments we have before breakfast.”

“And I’m A-okay with that, Lo.” Patton pressed a small kiss to Logan’s forehead before going to settle his face back in the crook of Logan’s neck. “How are you feeling?”

“To put it simply...I think I feel joyful.” Logan said rubbing his chin thoughtfully, also stroking Patton’s cheek in the process.

“Really?! You found joy!” Patton exclaimed happily. “How did you find it?” Although he already knew the answer he wanted to hear it from his new boyfriend’s lips.

Logan smiled and ran his hand through Patton’s hair, watching him sigh at the comforting gesture. “While talking to you.”

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Send me a ship and I’ll tell you…

Who asks the other on dates: Def Hwoa, he’d ask Steve to go on bike rides with him so they can go to different places. They’d ride away for miles and miles and go out at different places and restaurants that aren’t even well-known at all but, are absolutely delicious! They’d get loads of souvenirs from the places they visit~Who is the bigger cuddler: STEVE. Especially in lazy mornings, he’s a cuddle monster~Who initiates holding hands more often: I’d say Steve, he’s a sap like that.Who remembers anniversaries: They both do tbh, but they’re both pretty forgetful about anniversaries as well lolWho is more possessive: STEVE, but only if he sees people unashamedly flirting with Hwoarang Who gets more jealous: They both get jealous for very reasonable reasons tbh, such a wholesome relationship where none are the jealous type lolWho is more protective: Def Hwoarang, especially because of his past experiences~Who is more likely to cheat: NONE, WHO IN THE RIGHT MIND WOULD WANT TO CHEAT HOMAYGASH.Who initiates sexy times the most: Hwoarang can be insatiable at times huehuehuehueWho dislikes PDA the most: Steve if it’s in front of cameras tbh, but out in public? He’s alright with itWho kills the spider: Both, but maybe Steve most of the time. Hwoarang is either scared or too lazy to kill it lolWho asks the the other to marry them: Steve is totes the type of guy to ask for Hwoarang’s hand in marriage cuz he’s a mushy lil sapWho buys the other flowers or gifts: Hwoarang ~especially when Steve gets angry at him eheheheWho would bring up possibly having kids: Steve, he’d ask Hwoa one day if he ever thought about adoptingWho is more nervous to meet the parents: I’d say Hwoarang, even if he has that swagger and confidence with him, he’s def the type to be nervous on making first impressions, especially one as important as meeting parentsWho sleeps on the couch when the other is angry: HWOARANG. We just talked about this earlier dude lololololWho tries to make up first after arguments: Since most of the time Hwoarang starts the fights, Hwoa is the first one to apologize lolWho tells the other they love them more often: Steve because he’s a sap~

♛ fill in the blanks | fluff otp edition

Who’s more likely to find who wearing their clothes?: They exchange clothes a lot since they’re the same size~ altho, Steve prob loves making Hwoa wear his shirts because he loves having to smell  Hwoarang’s scent in his clothesWho enunciates hand holding?: Steve~Who likes having their hair washed by who?: HWOARANG. Idk why, but I can totes see Hwoarang looking very satisfied at having his hair washed by SteveWho likes to slow dance?: Steve, he sometimes has to gently persuade Hwoa for it  but, when the mood is right Hwoarang dances with him without the persuasion lol Muse that’s more likely to fall asleep with their head in the others lap?: Steve, cuz he’s a sleepy boi Muse that does all the cuddling in a blanket fort?: STEVE, THE CUDDLE MONSTER STEVEWho hogs most of the covers at night?: Steve, cuz he likes being warm but, since he likes cuddling for heat it’s like he’s not stealing the blankets anywaysMuse who nuzzles the others shoulder to get them to give them a head rub?: Steve would totes do this as he hugs Hwoarang from the back, trying to get cuddles or a kissHow do they share a desert? Two forks or one?: Def two forks, but they’d feed each other tbh or at least Steve would do so since Hwoa would look so cute eating dessertsWho gets jealous more easily?: None~Who gets angered more easily? Hwoarang def has anger issues manHow do they go to sleep at night?: In Hwoarang’s way sex, in Steve’s way by cuddling. But most of the time both ways lolWho gets the most shoulder rubs?: Steve would, Hwoarang is really good at massagingWhat are there arguments/fights like? How often do they fight?: They’d fight about Hwoarang’s insecurity and paranoia with Jin, how Hwoarang should open up to Steve more and stop thinking about the past would repeat itself because it won’t, Steve won’t let their relationship end like that.

Also, Steve getting angry at Hwoarang getting into street fights.Who is more likely to throw things in fights?: Hwoarang most likely~How do they make it up to each other/apologize after an argument? Whilst Steve is more of the honest, talk it out closure type of guy, Hwoarang is more of a actions speak louder than, words type. They both have different strategies but, the other understands. It’s good balance tbhDo they have nicknames for each other?: Steve officially names Hwoarang his Kpop Idol Trash. Caring for each other while ill, how does the other muse go about it?: Hwoarang would be the doting type to always ask how Steve is doing and if there’s anything he needed or wanted; he’d go out and buy just about anything no matter how far the store is. Steve on the other hand is the type to have everything ready in the room because he doesn’t want to leave the other alone even for a second so everything gotta be here.Who’s more likely to be patching the others wound?: Steve since, Hwoarang gets into a lot of street fights.Muse that says ‘I told you so’, after they come home from the beach and other muse is burnt to a crisp while whining how bad it hurts for not listening and putting on sunblock after the other muse repeatedly told them they’d get burnt?: Steve, no questions asked. Steve would be the type to say “I don’t need sunblock, I’m getting a tan for summer.” he’d be basking under the sun all day long then, complaining to Hwoarang on how much it hurts the next day lolHe’d do it again the next day tho lolYour otp has a newborn baby, who gets up in the middle of the night when he/she cries?: Hwoarang since he doesn’t trust Steve to be fully awake enough to even lift the baby when he just woke up Your muse’s of the otp reaction to finding the others crying about something? And how do they make them feel better?: Hwoarang would cry about being paranoid for their relationship and not feeling good enough. This has happened lots of times already that Steve knows that what he should do is to calm Hwoarang down, keep him close and kiss him and tell him that everything’s going to be fine and Steve will never leave him.What would they be like as parents?: Steve would be the over-protective parents whilst Hwoarang would spoil the hell out of them. But, Hwoarang would be more strict than, Steve. He’d want the kids to have a healthy balanced life like Steve’s, instead of going out and searching for fights like Hwoa did in the past. What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts? MUSHY AF, like the bad boy and golden boy of the school got together #relationshipgoalsWho enunciates taking a bath together?: BOTH.Who likes who playing with their hair?: Steve, he’s totes enamoured by Hwoarang’s hair.The place they mostly likely accidentally fall asleep together?: I’d say living room floor lol  

#thelilkicks #Hwoasteve #Hwoasteve HC #headcanons #ahhhhhh #I love our babies #ughhh #so kyut #SO BEAUTIFUL #AHHHHH #I loved the parents part #idk why #sdgcbi #so adorbs #badfjk #<3