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swamp-chicken · 2 months

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distant worlds, ethubs, 2042 words

“You know, I really should have established a timeline for how long I would be your employee,” Bdubs sighs, stocking boxes with enderpearls. “Because I’m sure not doing this forever.”

Etho is sitting at his desk, idly doodling in the corner of his accounting book. “Aw, you’re not?”

Bdubs stretches, cracking his neck. “No! I need to go and build stuff! Make things! I have my own life, you know.”

Bdubs’ pink shorts are riding up a little. Etho tries not to look. “Mmhmm.” he says instead, his go-to when he loses track of a conversation. The doodle on his accounting book is starting to look suspiciously like a series of little hearts. Etho hastily scribbles them out.

‘You know, you don’t have to sit here and supervise me. I’m not going to wreck your shop or anything.”

“Yeah, but…” But it’s been years since Etho has had Bdubs like this, working at his side.

Bdubs sighs dramatically. “You don’t trust me?!”

Etho spirals the pen around the page. “You’re a trainee, I gotta keep you on the straight and narrow.” In this case, lying is less pathetic than telling the truth.

Bdubs huffs, but doesn’t argue. They subside back into silence, Etho stifling a smile at the muffled expletive Bdubs lets out when a shulker box closes on his hand.

The pen travels across the page.

Years ago, a day like this wouldn’t have been so rare.

———

Bdubs was humming and hawing over Etho’s newly-constructed bridge.

“It’s bad,” Etho sighed. “You can say it’s bad.”

“No, no, no,” Bdubs chided. “No one’s saying that. It just needs a little… umm…“ he rummaged through his inventory, then brightened. “Leaves! Dude, just add some leaves.” He scattered some across the bridge railing with a flourish. “See? Fixes everything.”

Etho hummed, unconvinced. “And then maybe some… trap doors under those?”

Bdubs clapped his hands. “Oh yes, that’ll do it.”

Etho placed the trap doors and stepped back to take in the full picture alongside Bdubs. “I dunno…”

Bdubs’ hand dropped to his shoulder and squeezed. His touch was distractingly warm. “It looks great! Very rustic.”

Etho tilted his head. It did look a little better than before.

Satisfied that today’s job was mostly done, he went to go empty his inventory. Bdubs decided to stick around as he worked. He had been doing that a lot more lately.

Etho put away the final stack of cobblestone and cleared his throat. “There’s actually, uh, something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

“Oh, yeah?” Bdubs was tooling around on Beyonc, showing off her elegant lines and five-block jump.

Etho watched them circle the area and tried to breathe through his sudden spike of anxiety.“Remember the game we worked on? In the modded server?”

Bdubs kicked Beyonc into a flying leap that landed her on top of Etho’s chest stack. “How could I forget? All those hours wasted!”

“Well, yeah.” Etho chewed his lip. “I was actually thinking of building something like that here. In vanilla.”

“You can do that? With redstone?”

Etho shrugged. “I can try.”

Bdubs snorted. “Friggin’ genius.”

“The thing is, though…”

Bdubs nudged Beyonc forward and she landed gracefully before Etho.

“The thing is though…” Etho continued. “I actually may need help—”

“I’ll do it,” Bdubs interrupted, before Etho had even finished his sentence.

“You sure?” Etho hesitated. “I don’t want you to put you on the spot or anything…”

“Of course!” Beyonc reared and Bdubs sat comfortably astride her. “We’ll do it together. As a team.”

It was Etho’s first time leading a big project, so he wanted it to do things right. He chose the location and dug out the area himself. He even decided to build a worker’s shack where he and Bdubs could sleep and store all of their materials.

In retrospect, Etho thought as he mapped out the floorplan, marking two separate bedrooms for him and Bdubs, he shouldn’t have been nervous about inviting Bdubs to join. Bdubs was a kind person and they had already tackled several projects together.

Etho paused. So kind that he probably felt like he couldn’t turn Etho down. So kind that he unflinchingly put up with all of Etho’s various idiosyncrasies and insistences. So kind that, any time they had a disagreement, he would capitulate with a laugh, easy and unbothered.

“You don’t have to help,” Etho blurted the first time Bdubs came to visit the worker’s shack.

Bdubs was standing in the doorway of the bedroom Etho had built for him, but still a glimmer of uncertainty crossed his face. “What, you don’t want me here?”

There was a lump in Etho’s throat. “No, I just…I don’t want to force you into anything.”

Bdubs placed his bed down in the room like a declaration. “There’s no forcing.” He met Etho’s gaze and smiled, so warmly that Etho felt it in his chest. “I’m gonna decorate this place so good.”

Etho had worked with Bdubs before, but he had never lived with him. It was different, not having to say their goodbyes at the end of the day. Instead, they walked back to the worker’s shack side by side, chattering about everything and nothing. It was different, waking up in the morning and finding Bdubs already in the kitchen, sleep-mussed and cooking, asking Etho how he liked his eggs.

It was different— Bdubs’ toothbrush in the bathroom, the wet puddle after he showered. The flowers that appeared in the windowsill and the laughter that echoed through the halls. Prepared meals, easy company, warm nights of doing nothing much but enjoying each other’s presence.

It was a different kind of torture, Etho learned, having Bdubs so near and liking him so much. He was too kind, making eggs just the way Etho liked, telling stories that made him laugh, helping unflinchingly with the enormous task of building this arena. He was so kind that Etho couldn’t help falling in love with him.

Nights were the worst, were the time when Etho felt furthest from any semblance of rationality or self-control. Lying in bed, staring through the darkness, he felt hyperaware that Bdubs lay just a short distance across the hall. So kind that he just might let Etho climb into bed with him.

Etho rolled over and willed himself to sleep.

Days passed, and then weeks. Spring was pushing into summer and the days were getting hotter. One particular day the heat was so oppressive that it even invaded the underground bunker where Etho had been doing most of the redstone wiring.

When the sweat started dripping into Etho’s eyes, he had no choice but to take a break. He stood, wiping sweat from his face with his shirt bottom, and took a deep draught from his water bucket.

Bdubs, he knew, was probably even worse off. He was building outside in the blazing sun. Etho decided to check on him. He felt bad that Bdubs was working so hard on a project that Etho himself wasn’t certain they could finish.

The end of the season had been announced a week ago and since then they had been scrambling to complete the arena before they had to leave this world and go to the next. There was a pit in Etho’s stomach every time he thought about it. This had happened to them last time, and now it was happening on the project that he was leading— the project that he had roped Bdubs into, that they had spent so much time on.

The worst part, though, was leaving their home. Etho didn’t know when he had started calling the worker’s shack home, but he had. It certainly felt more like home than any other place he had built on the server. He couldn’t deny that was in a large part due to Bdubs’ presence.

He didn’t know what the next world would hold. He didn’t know if he would find an excuse to live with Bdubs again. He didn’t even know if Bdubs would want to work with him again, especially after this project had turned out to be such a thankless grind.

Etho found Bdubs building on the outskirts of the arena. He was shirtless, sweat beading along his shoulderblades. The sight was so overwhelming that Etho almost turned to leave.

Bdubs was grunting with the effort of building a wall, dropping blocks into place. “You don’t have to push yourself so hard,” Etho ventured once he felt more in-control. “I’m not even paying you.”

Bdubs put his blocks down with a heavy sigh. “You think at this point my ego’s not all tied up in this too?”

Etho snorted and drew near. “Good point.” This close, he could see the smile lines crinkling at the corner of Bdubs’ eyes. “Want a break?” He held out his water bucket and a snack.

“Golden carrots!” Bdubs exclaimed. “You spoil me.”

He took the water bucket first, though, and drank from it deeply. Etho’s eyes were drawn to his throat as he swallowed, to the sweat droplets that chased each other down his torso.

“Ahh,” Bdubs sighed, refreshed, and Etho snapped his gaze upwards. “Do you mind?” Bdubs asked, gesturing to the water.

Etho shook his head, confused, but before he had much time to ponder, Bdubs was tipping the bucket over his own head, sending water crashing down around him.

Etho squawked and hopped backwards out of the splash zone.

“Oh,” Bdubs groaned, “Oh, that feels so good.” His hair was dripping, plastered to his head. Water was still sheeting down his body and soaking into his jeans. His eyes fluttered open and he caught Etho’s shocked gaze. He blinked. “You said you didn’t mind!”

There was a note of petulance in Bdubs’ voice that wouldn’t have been there a few months ago, before they had started living in each other’s pockets. Before Bdubs—before he was comfortable—

Something inside Etho snapped.

Bdubs lifted the bucket uncertainly, “I can get more water, I didn’t think it would be a big deal.”

Etho carefully took the bucket out of Bdubs’ hands.

“…Etho?” Bdubs was stepping back awkwardly, falling back on those sloppy forms that had gotten him killed by Etho more than once.

Etho grabbed Bdubs’ hand and Bdubs froze, blinking up at him from under his soaked fringe, eyes soft and worried.

“You—“ Etho tried. “I—“ His ears burned with embarrassment.

He gave up on speaking and pulled the mask underneath his chin, pressed his lips to Bdubs’ hand.

“Oh,” Bdubs said. So kind that he didn’t pull away.

Etho turned Bdubs’ hand and pressed a lingering kiss to his palm.

“Oh,” Bdubs said again, voice hushed. “You don’t— do you?”

———

Etho wants to reach out, wants to take Bdubs hand, but he can’t. He’s too afraid Bdubs will run through his fingers like water, melt away like he has so many times before.

Bdubs is squirmy that way, surprisingly hard to pin down. One minute he’s swearing his eternal devotion, the next he’s mocking Etho, eyes gleaming with mirth. There’s months and years he’s not even there at all, times when he’s nothing but a sore spot in Etho’s memory.

That day in the unfinished arena, Bdubs had kissed him. His hair had dripped into Etho’s eyes. Etho hadn’t thought anything of kindness that night when they curled together, Etho’s chin propped on his chest. Bdubs was too busy looking at him like he was a puzzle he had found the last piece to.

Things change, Etho knows. That world ended, a new one began. Bdubs never kissed him again.

It can never be like what it once was, Etho fears. Here is too distant from there.

“Done!” Bdubs announces. “Your enderpearls are all sorted. Now can I leave?”

Etho sighs, but he doesn’t have any good reason to keep Bdubs longer. “Yeah, that should be it for today.”

Bdubs is already packing his inventory. He pauses on his way out the door. “You know, you didn’t even comment on my uniform.”

Etho is caught off guard. “I—I didn’t?”

Bdubs gives a spin. His legs are on full display. “I made it just for you!”

Etho swallows. When he meets Bdubs’ gaze, he winks. “I’ll see you tomorrow, boss.”

#happy valentines day uwuuuuuuu #idk what this is #not quite angst #not quite fluff #but very much #ethubs #and #my fic

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mrsackermannx · 8 months

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how couples stay connected | g satoru

1.2k | MDNI | tags: consensual somnophillia, established relationship, loverboy gojo/ female reader, not beta read.

Satoru was weak for your love. He was utterly besotted with you and he pouted when you didn’t give him enough attention. So, naturally, love poured into everything he did.

His little notes he left in your work diary, the doodles of you both on the kitchen whiteboard, the sweet sing song voice messages, the thoughtful gifts he sent when he was away and otherwise and everything in between.

This year he’d implemented something new to keep you both connected even when you were both busy with your various other lives, your career, and his. He’d wanted to leave something behind, a medium between you both and your love, your message notebook.

You both wrote various things, Satoru wrote things like…

“I gave you extra kisses before I left this morning because you looked so cute!”

“Let’s go out for dinner this weekend? Yeah?”

“I have a meeting with Nanami this afternoon, ahhhh.”

Yours looked like.

“Then I’ll give you extra tomorrow.”

“Friday at 6pm?”

“Invite Nanami over for dinner after!”

For the more important things like finalising plans and communication you generally texted and called everyday anyway, and you always made time for each other between your busy schedules. Though recently things had been busy, in his world and yours, you felt the cool pages of the loved notebook’s pages more than his hands on your skin, you couldn’t remember the last time you woke up with him there.

So before you sleep, you scribble something in the notebook you’d normally send in a text and make your way to bed. A sheer silk negligee adorns your figure, a royal blue, low-cut, thin straps. Over the years you and Satoru had experimented sexually in every way under the sun, some things stuck, and other things didn’t.

Satoru knew he had a pretty sight waiting for him at home, based purely on his instinct alone.

It was a late Friday night and Satoru had come home seeking you immediately but was met with the unexpected sight of your message notebook splayed open on the kitchen counter.

If you’re not too tired, why don’t you wake me up with something special <3

He giggled to himself, rushing to your shared bedroom he exhaled at the sight before him. You were asleep atop of the sheets, legs wrapped around a pillow, negligee hitched up so the smooth plump globes of your behind caught the lights of the city through the penthouse window. Not only that, your breasts were spilling out, begging for him to kiss them.

“So you want me to have a little fun tonight, baby?”

You must have been tired from the week you had because you didn’t even stir.

He neared you carefully, distributing his weight on the mattress as such to not wake you. He carefully trailed his hands over the swells of your curves, slowly removing the pillow from between your legs he hissed at the sight of your pussy.

He suddenly remembered how hungry he was. He slid his hands under the negligee and grasped your breasts, pressing a slow, wet kiss to your cunt until you whined in your sleep. “So perfect for me sweetness, just like always.”

He kissed along your bare arms, trailing his nose until he reached your neck and took in the sweet natural scent of your skin. It always calmed him so, then his large hands were tugging down your negligee so he could suck and kiss at your tits. He guided down the straps until he lost his patience and just tugged it until it split perfectly down the centre and revealed your perfect body.

He kissed down the centre of you, until he reached your pussy once more, throwing your thighs over his shoulders and slotting your hand into his hair. He moaned your name into your sex when he found you already wet and he swiped his tongue to drink in your sweetness. He repeated the motion again and again, bathing your clit in his saliva like a salve until your breath was uneven.

As he purred your name you remained asleep, thighs squeezing around his head until something snapped in you and you started bucking your hips into his face. “My god, oh my, baby, that’s it, give me my pussy. Such a good girl, such a good pussy, huh? Doing the work?”

In seconds he couldn’t speak but he could whimper as you were grinding your slick cunt against his face, his nose, his lips, his tongue. You covered every part of his face in your essence and it was driving him crazy, his name fell from your lips everytime he suckled on your clit but he left you completely to your own devices.

But when he knew you were close he pulled away with another idea in mind. He quickly freed himself of his clothes, and pumped his large, strained cock in one hand, precum was spilling out with every stroke, hot and impatient. He slapped your cunt with the tip of his cock and watched the way your brows knitted, hands darting out in the dark and hooking around him.

He slid himself up and down your slick folds, making a mess of you all the while, with languid bucks forwards he rubbed his cock up and down your pussy. The throbbing heat of him heavy on your stomach, and tortuously so good against your cunt you started to make the most precious and whined sounds in your slumber.

“Satoru,” you finally whimpered. “Gonna…give it to me?” You mumbled. “Always, always teasing baby…Keep me warm.”

“I got something warm for ya,” he whispered, pressing a tender kiss to your brow until you hummed his name out incomprehensibly.

He slid his cock up and down your slick folds, breathless now as he gasped at your reactions, “Oh my, baby, do you want it? Do you need my cock in your pretty little pussy?”

“Satoru? Please,” you groaned.

“Sweetheart?” He slid his cock in a few inches and stopped, rubbing the swollen nub of your clit. “D’ya need more?”

Your eyes slowly flickered open, and you smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips and wrapping your thighs right around him, “Toruu.”

“Yes baby? You looked so gorgeous that I couldn’t resist,” he purred, “Ready to be fucked?”

You nodded, cupping his nape with your eyes alight with nothing but lust as you leaned your hips up until he was fully sheathed. He practically growled, shoving your hips down and fucking you so hard back the entire floor rocked. He knocked the breath from your lungs in a single motion. “Got my message then huh?”

“Oh yeah,” he moaned, “Put those legs where I can see em.”

You both giggled as he folded up your legs, fucking you with more of that ruthless precision he was too good at. You snuggled into his neck, your bodies pressed together. The intimacy was what you’d craved so long it was driving you insane. “You’re so warm, Toru.”

“Missed me?”

“Always.”

His lips were on yours with an urgency that made you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. His hands threaded through yours and he groaned into your mouth, the sweet words vibrating down your throat. I. Love. You.

#gojou satoru x reader #gojo smut #gojo drabble #gojo satoru #tw somno #tw somnophillia #always thinking of my baby<3

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axcel-lucci · 8 months

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I was cooking (literally) 🤭

Trafalgar Law x fem!reader.

(Angst?)

@the-fluff-piece @sailor-cosmic-horror (idk what blog to tag 😭)

Part 1 is here

"Fuuuuuckkk" (y/n) groaned as Bepo tilted his head slightly.

"What's wrong, (y/n)...?" He asked cutely

"Ah... it's nothing... but fuck- my side hurts..." she laid back down with a grunt, "everything hurts..."

"A-ah?! I should call captain!"

"No-!" She yelled back, "I mean... no... it's not that kind of pain... well I mean it is kinda painful physically, but... not the pain I'm complaining about..." she sighed deeply.

Bepo merely hummed and sat beside her, "when you told captain how you felt and passed out... he panicked. I don't think I've ever seen him so panicked and stressed like that before." He admitted, "and when I asked him why he was like that, there was no clear answer... like he changes his story every time I ask a question. And once you were better he just... stormed out. It's weird... he'd usually check on his patient's condition before leaving..."

"O-oh..." she mumbled.

'I messed up this time... Huh? Do I talk to him? He might be mad or weirded out because of my confession... if only I didn't tell him all those things! I thought I was gonna die! Goddamit!!' She thought before frowning.

"Uh... you need to rest, okay? I'll check on captain first, then I'll come back to you..." Bepo said as he left

She just sighed deeply, "I need to make this right. If I just kept it a secret to the grave... to be fair, he would never let his crew die on him... no one really died in his hands, unless for enemies." She muttered.

A few hours later, she didn't realize she had drifted off to sleep. Only to be woken up by a warm hand softly clearing the hair away from her face.

Her eyes slowly opened before groaning, "again with the fucking light."

A deep chuckle echoed beside her, one that was highly recognizable by the human ears.

"C-captain?!" She gasped as she looked at him standing over her.

"How are you feeling? Sorry I stormed out like that... I just had to deal with some affairs of the sub. It was kinda damaged from the battle. Though I had Bepo check your vitals. I guess he forgot to do that..." he explains as he adjusts the tube that gives her some IV.

"A-ah..." she sighed before humming, "hey... captain. Can I ask you something?"

"Hm? Sure" he muttered as he scribbled down the clipboard.

She stayed quiet for a few moments, thinking of what to say; "remember what I said...? Before blacking out...?"

Law paused for a bit before sighing and nodded, "yeah... I... I do..." he muttered before placing down the clipboard and pen, "how... how long?"

"What...?"

"For how long have you felt this...?"

Her throat starts to dry and close up as she looked away, "quite a while now..."

"I need the exact date."

She took a deep breath, "I think... a year and a half... I'm not too sure though."

"So... you kept this to yourself... for a year a half...? Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He muttered, he was hurt. Obviously. He knows why, but doesn't want to admit it.

She sighed deeply once more, "because I know you wouldn't feel the same about me..."

Law snapped his head to look at her in such a shocked manner. His wide eyes and a slight frown.

She didn't see it but it was fairly obvious.

"What do you mean...?"

"Cut me some slack, captain. The crew knows your stance on relationships... you just don't do them." (Y/n) muttered, her words getting choked on her throat, making it hard to speak. Her vision blurring with tears.

Law could only look at her with clear confusion and shock, "look... don't trust everything the crew says. Most of it is just rumour anyways." He grumbled a bit before holding her hand, "look. I didn't mean to make it seem like that, but in reality... I... I like you too... I just... didn't know you felt the same..."

She finally looked at him with tear filled eyes before sniffling, "really...?"

"Yes, really" he smiled softly before bringing her hand up for him to kiss, "when you get better, I'll take you out... what do you say?"

"Oh captain..."

"Law... just call me by my name now"

"Law... yes... please"

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monimccoythings · 8 months

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Bad Pick up Lines

I'm facing writer's block in this Bowser x reader so for now we are getting this T.T but I wanted to pull something after leaving it with a cliffhanger. I really love my Bowser x reader series hopefully I'll get to continue it some day.

`Previous Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4

tags: @loveforfandomsstuff @harpy-space (Please tell me if I'm forgetting someone, unfortunately I'm very dumb and forgetful)

Your head hurt, just like a nasty New Years Eve hangover. What happened?? The last things you remembered was a blast, a lot of fire and smoke and then...

Oh no.

You immediately opened your eyes. You were inside a darker and grittier castle, certainly not the Disney Princess vibe Peach had going on. What the fuck.

This couldn't be happening. You were dreaming. You had inhaled too much smoke and were in a coma at the ER. There was no way this was Bowser's castle.

He seemed to like the Middle Ages dark castle style, whelp at least the bed was cofortable. Still, you didn't want to stay longer than you needed to. If everything that had been told about your ex cutie patootie was true, which you were sure it was. What awaited you inside this walls was something worse than death.

Fuck, you had treated him like a pet, you had babie talked him, dressed him up, fed him apple slices and combed his luxurious red mane!! You would do all of that again given the chance tbh. It was worth it.

Escaping seemed impossible, the room you were in was too high; and the doors, though more obvious, were too heavy for you to move, whoever put you in there (Bowser) wanted to make sure you didn't get out.

You felt sick, even if you haven't had anything to eat since that morning. Was this how it ended?? With you dying because once you called the turtle equivalent of Genghis Khan 'chimken nugget'.

You heard thundering steps approaching your room. Big man was coming. There was no place for you to hide. Better face death with dignity.

The door opened and the King of Koopas himself came in. Woah. He was even bigger than you remembered, las time it was too smokey for you to see clearly, but boy did you see know his might and glory. I you put it him in your lap now the weight of his head alone could easily break your legs.

Your eyes quickly diverted towards his face, and noted that he looked anything but murderous. He had this weirdly dilated puppy eyes like the Puss in Boots in Shrek 2, his hair had been sliced back, and he was wearing a purple bowtie. Given his actual size, it wasn't as cute as he thought he would look. Still, you swallowed down the urge to laugh at the randomness of it all.

"Did you sleep well?" Wow, his voice was even more thunderous than last time, and now that it wasn't high pitched, it actually sounded kinda nice and fitting, but you couldn't let your guard down.

"Yeah?" You weren't sure where he was going with this. Bowser raised one eyebrow in confusion "Are you asking me?" "No?" God this was going to be a bloody mess.

Bowser, for a behemoth of his size and mass, looked kinda sheepish. It would be endearing if he didn't tower over you and could't crush you with a single hand.

"You-you know, it was quite helpful my bed was there..." He looked at something scribbled in his hand, squinting his eyes. "... for when you hell-fell! from Heaven..."

You snorted a bit, you couldn't help it, that was the worst pick up line you had ever heard. The tension dissipated from your body, only to return with full force when you realised that he may take offense in you laughing. You quickly clasped your hands over your mouth a blush colouring your cheeks.

Apparently he took it as you blushing with delight, because he shyly scratched the back of his head. It was cuteness oversized. For a second you saw your little buddy again, enjoying your pets, gradually warming up to you, and quietly listening when you rambled about everything that crossed your mind.

"Ha... that was a good one..." You managed to say. "I actually have like, so many more." He seemed happy that you had liked it. Oh you actually wanted to hear them all.

They did not disappoint, each one of them was as good (or bad) as the first one he had told. So cheesy. You felt more eased in his presence the more pick up lines he told, at certain point you felt like back at Peach's castle, but the sizes had been reversed. If you made a huge effort to look past the numerous atrocities he certainly had comitted, you could see that he was just lonely.

"Hey, wanna hear my pick up line?" For a second, he looked shocked. Nobody had ever told him a pick up line before. You cleared your throat, hoping it was as fun as it was to you. "So... Are you into the bad types? Because I am bad at everything."

His eyes shone with mirth, glad your audience loved your terrible sense of humour. You smiled at him and he smiled back. Peach had warned you due to previous experiences that once Bowser got a hold of someone he very rarely let them escape their grasp.

It seemed that Bowser had now moved his fixation towards you. Maybe you were not ready to jump into marriage immediately, and maybe you needed to return home to your job and duties. However, you wouldn't mind exchanging phone numbers... That could be a good start.

#bowser #bowser x reader #super mario bros movie #mario movie #bowser x y/n #bowser x you

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saigawrites · 1 year

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Hey siri, how to take care of an aura jelly blob?

Continuation of my series | part 1 | part 2

Seelie! Genshin characters x Platonic! Gn! Reader

Sumeru men edition

Tags : fluff, crack, scenarios

Warnings : cursing, mentions of animal attack

Summary : you took home a strange creature, that looked nothing like anything from your world. So, you try to take care and somehow live with this sentient balloon.

You didn't know what had happened at all. You didn't know how and why you took home an intellectual blob with pretty colors. But, right now there is no time asking questions, as this flying circle thing has been squeaking for about 30 minutes, trying to explain you something. You came up with an idea in your mind, but for a moment thought it would be impossible. But, who knows? Maybe this creature actually has an intelligence and can write what they wanna say on a notebook?

Grabbing a empty notebook and a pencil from your workspace table, you open it and give the pencil to the creature. Shockingly, it holds it with tiny arms, and levitating themselves closer to the paper, they start to scribble something.

Wanderer ♥︎

"Filthy humanoid creature! I am the unnamed wanderer from teyvat! I know nothing about the surrounding environment around me. Tell me, where am I, so I can figure out a way to return to my homeland. And don't you dare to take advantage of my current state! I am powerful beyond your understanding, even if I'm not in my original form."

Okay, that's kinda freaky. Why is an aura balloon acting all supreme now?

When you read what he wrote, an "really?" expression set on your face. That's probably why he zapped you when you took him out of your bag.

As much as you know, there isn't a place called "teyvat" in any part of the globe. So, this thing is from another one. Great. You somehow bringed an alien into your house.

But at least, some of your questions were answered.

You found a bit funny that a floating circle with cat ears and tail was deliberately trying to boss around, though you didn't wanna get electrocuted again, so you simply followed whatever demands this alien thing could have.

Oh, his demands were BIG. No sleeping past 6 AM, doing intense research on the topic of multidimensional lapping, and long explanations about literally everything your world can offer you.

Well, you are glad that you don't have to feed him or watch after him.

That last part was a lie, as this seemingly harmless boss companion of yours was dangerously curious, and happened to cause trouble even if he was as soft as jelly.

Yeah, that time he wanted to see what type of clothes do your humans wear, he shaked that closet a little too much, as it almost fell on you.

You learned that he is surprisingly very strong after that, he even helped you put the heavy wood rectangle back in place.

Or that time you both were taking a walk in the forest, and he came too close to an aggressive tank with antlers, a 6 feet tall moose, making him react violently to you.

Gladly, the moose couldn't come any closer as your blue-purple friend somehow casted a heavy gust of wind, strong enough to push the animal away.

Your angry little jelly blob rushed to your side after that, afraid of you damaging yourself in any way. After scanning your face for any injuries and finding none, the cat blob made sure to not to stray away from you far.

Kaveh ♡

"Thank you, kind-hearted humanoid! I was so scared when I woke up in that place. Your rescue will be forever remembered by me. I am Kaveh, the architect of the sumeru city! It is an honour to be acquainted with such a peculiar creature like you! Please, help me find a way for me to get back to my planet."

First off, did he mention sumeru? The ancient city that existed centuries ago? Second off, did he call you peculiar? These balls be wildin

The warm-yellow bunny eared balloon floated around you excitedly, waiting for your response. You wanted to pet him and slap him into the void at the same time.

You got his vibe just right in your first interaction. The jelly ball acted all cute and adorable, but the clinginess of his made you progress on the aggression part in the cuteness-aggression feeling way more.

Seriously, this piss blob's ignoring of your personal space is on another level. The amount of times you had to shove him away from nuzzling all over your face and hair is overwhelming.

In his eyes, you are a majestic architectural masterpiece. He takes notes how your eyes and ears are on the same level, how your brows are exactly perfect centimeters away from your eyes. He loves your nose structure, he often stares at it to much, gaining a questioning look from you.

He is just like that with literally everything else in your apartment. He takes notes of the proportions of some objects, and in his seelie mind he finds ways to project your modern structures into his own.

Other than disturbing your piece he likes to look out the window, stare down at all of the other buildings and examine them with extreme focus.

Sometimes he even tries to make a sketch with his itty bitty hands, but fails miserably and comes crying to you, burying himself in your arms and making you pet his smooth body.

Al-haitam ♥︎

"I am Al-haitam, and I come from another world, as you probably already have guessed from our appearance differences. I thank you for taking me into a safe environment, may the archons bless your kind-soul. I ask you to fulfill my another wish, help me return back."

Who are archons? Are they some kind of deitys? Gods perhaps? You truly don't know.

His calm and reserved behavior matched his talking style. He kinda reminded you of the mystical tree, his colors and a leaf like antenna confirmed your statement further.

That's probably why you would burst out laughing whenever the green aura circle would act all smart, reading books and watching educational videos on youtube with you.

Though, after laughing your ass off, you would always think of his behavior as cute in a way. So much that you would have to hold your hands in place and resist the urge to just squeeze the life out of him.

Sometimes you couldn't hold it tough, and give in to your desires, smiling and giggling as you nuzzle this jello orb body of his.

Fighting back and eventually winning, he would aggressively bring your communication notebook and write down that your relationship is purely professional and you are disturbing his necessary research.

Making a ridicilously serious face and nodding repeatedly you would leave him alone for some time, only to come back again to lay on him and fight in the process.

Eventually he would just give up and go with the flow of your playfulness, seeing as he got exhausted of reading multiple books already.

And when you would get tired, you both would just lay there, napping peacefully as he nuzzles in your chest, listening to your heartbeat and think of how strange you are in his world perspective.

After waking up from a quick nap, he would poke you with his tiny arms and tug you to stand up to go to the library with him.

He really loved your libraries, the sight of your extremely detailed and textured bookshelfs and scriptures would make him scream like a fangirl on the inside.

He also liked your concentrated state, with your reading glasses on and gaze fixed on the letters. He would enjoy it even more when you would take notes of the subject, he's genuinely amazed of your handwriting.

Cyno ♥︎

"I am the general Mahamatra, Cyno. I thank you for saving me from the streets. I would be more than happy if you could get me back in my world, teyvat. Thanks in advance, or should I say, in later on."

What the hell was that. Was it... a joke? Okay, now is not the time to question what type of humor does this purple circle has.

Oh, but he's questioning you, looking at you with such a attentive gaze. Is he waiting for you to laugh?

Fulfilling his wishes, you chuckled from the amusement of not getting the joke at all. The blob didn't care though, as he simply jiggled in his place, proud of himself.

From that moment you discovered that this alien orb is a terrible jokester, as he would literally pull you from whatever you were doing to just check his new made ones.

And everytime you couldn't help but laugh histerically at his antics, because you wouldn't get the premise at all. All of his jokes never made sense, but were the most hilarious thing you laughed at in a while.

And he would always jiggle with pride after you laughed, bro really thought he gained a fan of his jokes💀.

One day you thought about showing him your world's perspective of humor, as you sat him up on the couch and turned on the tv with popular comedy shows.

Safe to say he would repeatedly jump from his seat, and roll on the couch from side to side, as his purple anubis ears would jiggle uncontrollably.

You took it as a sign of him liking it, and soon enough you both had a routine of watching comedy shows and gasp from laughing.

At first you thought he was just a happy go lucky guy, not realizing he can be sort of a guard dog.

Really, you only saw him being serious when he sensed something and flew to it's direction, only for it to be a racoon that he scared away with mini thunder.

Now you got why he was such a bright color of purple. Not gonna lie, you were a little scared to hold him after that, afraid he'll electrocute the shit out of you😰.

But it never happened, so you guess he's only friendly to you? Honestly, you felt kinda honored to have this status.

Tighnari ♡

"Greetings, suspectable another species of humankind. I am Tighnari, the forest ranger of the sumeru region. It is a pleasure to be in your natural environment, being able to study your world. Though, I would appreciate it if you could help me return back to sumeru. I still have a ton of things to do back there, so please, make sure to fulfill my request."

Is he some type of a scientist? "A pleasure to be in your natural environment, being able to study your world" yeah, my ass.

And he was an ass. Pain in the ass, to be exact.

He wouldn't leave you alone, wherever you would go or whenever time it was. He was always around you, floating and examining your features.

He just can't help himself, you look so strange! And everything around you looks so strange. He just has to know atleast something about the place he is in right now, what type of setting it is, how does it work, and yada yada yada...

That's what lead you to the situation you are in now, as he peeked out of your hoodie pocket, staring at all the contests of the supermarket you were in.

Even if you had told him already a thousand times that he can't go with you because he doesn't look like everybody else, he didn't listen and sneaked inside your clothes, successfully getting out of the house with you.

You desperately tried to cover his enormous ears with your hands, stuffing him further inside the pocket only for him to pop out from the other side. What a nosy aura blob.

It would get even worse when he would fly out to scan some object like salty pickles, thinking of it as peculiar, when in reality the only thing that's peculiar was him.

He would closely watch whenever you would put something in the cart, taking notes on how you hold the product and how you place it inside the metal structure.

He especially got very freaky about your world's greenery, demanding you to go out with him into a park, a nearby forest or literally anywhere where there is some type of plants.

You instead decided to take him into a local botanical garden, and when I say he went crazy, he went crazy.

Stopping every 3 minutes to find a new plant and examine it for about 20 minutes you and him spent the whole day in that garden.

He would poke your shoulder to it being numb, asking you to explain or tell what kind of plant it is, where does it grow, how does it grow, can we take it home, all that nerdy shit.

You did end up taking some small house plants afterwards, due to his unstoppable crying and squeaking, like a child wanting their parent to buy candy in the store.

He then made sure to always bug you to take care of the plant, saying that he is "incapable" of doing so himself. What a troublesome circle.

Oof, this ones LONG. And I'm proud of it😜. Genuinely hope you enjoy this, cuz I spent an eternity writing this😭.

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corrodedhawkins · 2 years

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I think you mentioned you were doing a piss fic for the Eddie kinks but pls don’t forget I need it

😈 trust me I could never forget it’s my jam

Piss: Part nine of the Eddie kink series. Kind of a continuation to part one

Content warnings: Graphic smut (minors DNI) language, piss kink, bladder control, desperation, wetting, slight Perv!Eddie, teasing, slight humiliation, very brief male masturbation, unprotected sex.

Authors note: I know this is not everyone’s thing, if it’s not yours please just skip this one. I don’t want to hear about how gross this is, I’m already well aware.

You’re lounging on Eddie’s bed, head pillowed on his thigh as you read the latest true crime novel he’d bought for you.

His notebook is balanced on his other leg, pencil moving furiously over the page as he writes lyrics for a new Corroded Coffin song.

He looks up, tongue peeking out as he thinks. “What rhymes with demon?”, he asks, tapping his pencil on his chin.

Saving your page in your book, you turn over to look at him. “Semen?”

“Perfect”, he mutters, writing it down.

“You’re a poet, babe”, you chuckle as you toss your book onto the bed, rising to your feet.

He grabs your arm and pulls you back down onto the bed playfully. “And where are you going?” He wraps his arms around you, pulling you back into his chest.

You slap at his arm when he squeezes you tight, trying to break from his hold. “Let me up, I gotta pee.”

“Nah.”

You laugh, “what do you mean nah? I really have to go.” Wriggling out of his hold, you roll off of the bed and get up.

He sits up and grabs your wrist, turning you towards him. “Remember the thing you told me to put a pin in?”

It takes you a second to realize what he’s talking about. The night Eddie had made you squirt, he’d made a comment about feeling like you might have to pee before it happened. He had assured you that you wouldn’t, but if you did? He might find it hot.

You remember your pussy throbbing at that, too preoccupied with the task at hand to really analyze what it had meant.

“Yeah”, you say hesitantly.

He gives you a devilish grin, “maybe we can explore that a little bit. Just—don’t go. Stay here.”

“Eddie”, you warn.

His hold on your wrist softens, “Too far?”

“I don’t—I don’t know”, you mumble.

“Hey”, he presses a kiss to the back of your hand. “Look at me, we don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable, okay?”

The thing is, you were uncomfortable.

You’ve never felt Iike this before, so turned on and grossed out at the same time, so ashamed by something getting you off. You hadn’t even done anything yet and you were already soaked, cunt throbbing at the thought of what you were about to do.

“I-I am a little uncomfortable”, you admit. “But, I’m also kinda into it.”

A wide grin spreads across his face, “yeah?”

You nod, “yeah. Can I follow your lead on this? If I think about it too much I might chicken out.”

“Of course”, Eddie pats the bed next to him, continuing once you sit down. “I got you, babe. I’ll check in but you gotta speak up and tell me if you want to stop, okay?

“Okay.”

“Alright”, he hands you your novel, “get back to reading.”

He picks up his notebook and resumes writing, lyrics and chord progressions scribbled along the page.

You make it another few chapters before you’re starting to squirm, no longer able to ignore the pressure in your bladder.

“Doing ok?”, Eddie asks, not looking up from his notes.

You whimper, “Yeah. It’s just—fuck. I need to piss.”

He puts down his notebook and looks over at you, the hunger in his eyes surprising you.

“Is that so?”, he asks teasingly.

“Yes”, you hiss.

Eddie chuckles, “Now for some ambience.” He grabs your phone, opening your sleep sounds app. He scrolls past your usual rain sounds and taps ‘waterfall’.

He smirks as the sound of rushing water fills the room. You laugh, the sound cut off by a gasp when you feel yourself almost lose control for a second.

You throw your book at him with a glare, prompting him to shut off the waterfall and toss your phone to the side.

“Hi”, Eddie says as he turns his attention back to you.

“Hi”, you say softly.

“Doing ok?”, he asks.

He leans in and captures your lips when you nod, the kiss starting soft and gentle.

You start to squirm, the urge to grab your crotch to hold it in growing too strong to deny.

Eddie grabs your hand when you try to press it against yourself, holding it down against the mattress as he smirks against your lips.

His other hand hovers over the button on your jeans, waiting for your nod before shoving them down your legs and onto the floor along with your panties.

You suck in a breath, muscles clenching as the cold air hits your heated core.

He runs his fingertips over your slit teasingly, chuckling when you buck into his touch. “You are soaked. You really do like this, don’t you?”, he marvels.

You nod, a whimper escaping you as he thumbs over your clit.

“I’m going to fuck you”, he says, voice low and deep. “And you’re going to hold it until you cum. Do you understand?”

“Yes”, you whine, hips twitching up into his touch.

Eddie shoves the front of his sweatpants down, his cock springing free to slap against his stomach. He pumps his hand over himself a few times before he shuffles closer and sinks into you.

He sits back on his heels, rocking into you slow and deep. It feels incredible, the pressure in your bladder making every brush of his cock on your g-spot send jolts of pleasure through you.

You wail when Eddie presses his hand into your bladder, a wave of desperation rushing over you.

"Hold it", he bites out, snapping his hips into you harder.

"I can't", you're thrashing around, trying to get away.

He brings two fingers down to circle your clit, “you can. Cum, then you can let go.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, willing yourself to hold it in until you cum.

His hips shift, hitting your g-spot perfectly with every thrust.

“C’mon, I know you’re close”, he pants as he feels you start to clench around him. “Cum for me.”

You do as you’re told, toppling over the edge as pleasure floods your senses.

“There you go. You can let go now baby. Let go”, he encourages.

You don’t even realize you’re pissing until you feel the warmth of it under you, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes at the relief.

The second Eddie feels the first gush of warmth against him he cums, hips grinding deep as he empties himself inside of you.

You’re both panting, stream tapering off and stopping as you come down and catch your breath.

He reaches up to wipe away your tears, smoothing your hair away from your face. “You ok?”

You take a deep breath, “yeah, just—shower please?”

He laughs, getting up and tugging you with him down the hallway towards the bathroom.

That night, Eddie’s sheets are changed for the first time since you’ve known him.

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angelsanarchy · 2 months

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Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 32

Tagging: @ophelialaufey @madamemaximoff06 @forever-not-gonna-sink@ajmiila02@liquidsmoothdomme@shady-the-simp @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27 @shroomje

Oystein had woken up early the next morning and sat against the headboard watching Y/n sleep. She had already cleaned the smudged paint from her face so she wouldn't stain the pillow but he hadn't bothered. When she woke up and caught him staring she smiled at him.

She got out of bed, completely naked and walked into his bathroom before returning with a wash cloth and what looked like some sort of makeup remover. She started cleaning his face carefully and noticed what he was holding in his hand.

"You miss him." She looked at a picture of him and Pelle that she hadn't seen before that he must have kept in his nightstand. The way she said it was more of a fact and not a question.

"I miss how things used to be...before it all went to shit." He said simply.

"Everything isn't shit Oystein." Y/n sighed softly.

"I just feel like I'm losing control of all the things in my life." He confessed and she leaned forward kissing his forehead.

"I think we're doing pretty well. That's a plus." She reminded.

"You're the only thing that's going right and that scares the shit out of me. I'm just waiting for you to realize you're saddling yourself with a fucking failure." Oystein tossed the picture on the nightstand and Y/n shook her head.

"Hey I'm not going anywhere okay? You've got to stop thinking I am just because everything else is kind of shit right now. Whatever you want to do, I'm with you." She reassures him tucking some of his hair behind his ear. He looked at her a bit concerned.

"Y/n I don't know if you've noticed but I'm a fucking trainwreck. My band is on hiatus, Varg wants me dead and I've got a meeting with the landlord about Helvete which probably means I'm going to lose it. It's fucking hopeless." Oystein complain and Y/n could see he was really going through it. She got up once again and grabbed her bag from the couch before plopping down in front of him once again, rummaging through her stuff.

"What are you looking for?" He asked confused but she pulled out what he thought was a makeup compact. Inside was a folded up piece of paper.

"Do you know what this is?" She asked him with a smile. He nodded. She opened it up and he saw the scribble of the Mayhem symbol on the back of it.

"Is that-"

"The comment you left in the suggestion box? Yes." She smirked proudly.

"You carry it around?" He asked surprised.

"Of course I do. It's the only one I've ever gotten and its from you." She laughed.

"It's also the moment I knew I was falling for you." She blushed making him smile.

"Yeah? I don't even remember what I put on it if we're being honest." He admitted. She turned it around and handed it to him.

"Food is great, service is the amazing. Y/n, every thing you touch turns to fucking gold. All I want in the world is to be touched by you." She had memorized it and Oystein covered his face.

"Fuck that's cringey as shit." He was embarassed but she pulled his hands away from his face.

"Yeah it absolutely was but it was a very sweet thing to put in a comment box where anyone could have seen it. You let yourself be cringey and vulnerable just to tell me that I was special." She kissed his hands and he let out a sigh.

"Everything I touch is gold right?" She gripped the side of his face and kissed him softly. She could feel the tension in his body release as she wrapped her arms around his neck and he pulled her into his lap. He leaned his forehead against her head and she could feel him shaking slightly.

"So much has happened since Pelle killed himself...with burning down the churches, Varg talking to the media...Faust...he killed a guy in a park." He felt Y/n tense. He looked up into her eyes and saw shock and fear.

"No matter what I do, I'm trapped in all of this mess. I might not have created it all by myself but the last thing I want is for it to bleed out on you. They could come for me one day, Varg or the police, I can't let you get hurt in this." Oystein pressed. Y/n stroked his face carefully.

"Listen to me okay? I know you're scared. I'm scared too but the only thing I know is that when I'm with you, I feel like I can be whoever I want to be, do whatever I want to do. You give me the courage to try new things and be exactly who I want to be. You make me unafraid because I know I'll have you even if this all goes to hell." Y/n lifts his chin up and he nods at her.

"That has nothing to do with me. You were tough when we met." He gave her a soft smile and she placed her hand on his heart.

"Well then trust me when I say I've got you baby." She presses.

"And if they come at us with pitchforks?" He joked but Y/n leaned over towards her bag again and pulled out a handful of things.

"Mace, knife, taser..." She showed him what she was carrying. His eyes went wide when she hit the button on the taser.

"Fuck, you just carry that shit around with you?" He asked surprised.

"I didn't used to. I started when Varg started threatening me." She explained seeing Oystein's eyes shift.

"We aren't going out without a fight baby." Oystein knew he was the one that should traditionally be the strength in a relationship but nothing about them was traditional. He liked that he could trust in Y/n's ability to take care of herself. He liked that she could say things to him and put his mind at ease despite the shit show he found himself in on the daily.

"Can I ask you something?" Oystein finally spoke after a few moments of silence between them .

"Anything." She responds.

"Would you consider moving in with me?" He was trying to be careful with his tone so she didn't feel pressured but she held a confused smile.

"What? Why do you want me to-" She couldn't even get it out.

"You make everything better. Waking up to you, eating dinner with you, fuck- hanging out on the couch is just...I want you here all the time. I want to leave the shop knowing I'm coming home to you." Oystein explained and she cupped his cheek.

"Yeah? You like coming home to me?" She smirked.

"I do. I like coming home and seeing you walking around in your panties and one of my shirts." He pushes Y/n onto her back and lays her down.

"I like wrapping my arms around you while you cook something and getting to run my hands down your thighs." She closed her eyes as he ran his fingertips down her neck, over her tits all the way to her thighs.

"I like knowing that at any point, I can lay you on the bed and fuck you whenever I want to." He let his hand grip her throat and she bit her lip.

"This place isn't my home, you are." He leaned down and licked her bottom lip before kissing her roughly. She tried to catch her breath but his hand squeezed lightly before finally letting go and pulling back to look down at her.

"I would love to move in with you." She smiled up at him with red swollen lips that he was just practically chewing on.

"Yeah?" He asked surprised. She let out a laugh and put her hand on his as it rested on her breast.

"Yeah." She liked the idea that they could truly start something fresh with one another. Oystein had so much talent and always kept his mind open to new ideas. She wanted to start a new chapter with him.

#Alkaline #One Shot Series #R!Euronymous #R!Euronymous x Y/n #Films: Lords of Chaos #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #Alkaline Series

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animatorweirdo · 4 months

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Why Elves Should Not Drink Coffee

(Not gonna explain myself. This was just an idea that popped into my head. I hope you enjoy it. )

Warnings: Coffee Madness.

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*You and Elrond spending some time together*

Elrond: (Name), what are you drinking? I do not think I have seen that kind of drink before.

You: Oh, It’s just coffee. It helps keep me awake in the morning.

Elrond: It helps you keep awake. That sounds like something that could help many improve workflow and avoid falling asleep during important times.

You: Yeah… hold back on that statement.

Elrond: ???

You: You see… it was me and my friend who first introduced coffee, and it proved to be more trouble than good because of its potent effect on elves.

Elrond: What do you mean?

You: Coffee is pretty harmless to humans since it only causes anxiety, tiredness, addiction, and something in between. To elves… it causes them to be extremely hyperactive.

You: During the first three days, there were already four incidents.

1 Incident

You: *Groans* I hate Mondays!

Camilla: Oh, stop whining.

Faye: Hey, you two. What are you drinking?

You: Coffee because I hate my life. Wants some?

Faye: Sure.

Faye: *Drinks a whole cup*

Faye: *Smacks her lips* An interesting taste. Well, I need to get back to work. I see you two later.

You: *Watches her leave* Camilla, coffee is safe for elves, right?

Camilla: Should be. Why?

You: I don’t know. I just feel like we made a grave mistake.

You: *Shrugging your shoulders* Oh, whatever.

*Later that day*

*You and Camilla arrive at the healer’s wing*

You: And then he was like: I’m not a little boy. I’m an alpha male, and I will — Oh my god! What happened here?!

*You two witness the main infirmary in a mess. Sheets on the floors. Patients aggressively tied with bandages, and everyone staring at Faye with pure terror*

You: Faye…Everything alright buddy?

Faye: *Visibly shaking like she was on overdrive, smiling and speaking fast* I’m fine! I never felt better! I’m quite active today! We should get to work! There are patients and medicines to be sorted. Oh, what a wonderful day! Sun emoji, smiling face, and a rose.

Faye: *Walks off*

You: Did she just mention a sun emoji?

Camilla: I think that’s our cue not to give her coffee in the future.

2 Incident

Maglor: I heard about the incident in the healer’s wing. I hope your friend is okay.

You: Yeah, Faye is alright. It was a pain in the ass to wait for her to tire herself, but we managed to get her down and rest.

You: To think coffee had such a strong effect on her.

Maglor: Well, accidents happen.

You: *Remember something* Wait! I remember serving you once coffee. Did you end up giving your brother some by chance?

Maglor: You did, but I did not feel any different. I gave some coffee to Maedhros since he seemed to have trouble focusing on his work, but now that you mention it. I haven’t seen him in a while.

You: How long has this ‘while’ been?

Maglor: Around… three weeks?

*You two stare at each other in silence*

You & Maglor: Oh Shit!

*You two quickly arrive at the study where Maglor last saw Maedhros*

Maglor: *Opening the door* Maedhros! We’re coming in!

*You two find him in a messed up study. Thousands of papers were stacked, and the red-haired elf was still sitting on the table, his hair messed up and dark circles under his eyes, and his left hand black with ink.*

Maedhros: *Falling front and back on the chair* What do you two want? Can’t you see I’m busy?

You: Doing what? You’re just scribbling on the desk at this point.

Maglor: Brother?! Have you not moved an inch since the last I saw you?!

Maedhros: What are you talking about?

Maglor: It’s been three weeks!

Maedhros: *stops in thought* Three weeks?

Maedhros: It doesn’t matter. I have work to do.

Maglor: *Grabs the back of his chair and pulls him away from the desk* Oh no, you don’t! You’re going to sleep!

Maedhros: *Starting hissing at him*

You: I need to tell Camilla to avoid sharing her coffee recipe.

3 Incident

*After getting Maedhros to rest*

You: Okay. That was awful. I can’t believe this brown juice could make your brother last that long without sleep and food.

Maglor: It seems coffee is more potent toward us than we imagined.

Curufin: *Appears out of nowhere* What is more potent toward us?

You: My friend’s coffee recipe. It’s only supposed to serve as a morning drink, but turns out, you elves turn ten times more active if you drink this.

Curufin: *Stares at the cup of coffee, thinking* Hmm…?

Curufin: *Grabs it and takes a drink*

You & Maglor: No!

Curufin: *Stares at you two confused*

Maglor: Brother— how are you feeling?

Curufin: I— feel fine?

You: You sure? No sudden urges to do something or test your limits to unimaginable expectations?

Curufin: I think you both are overreacting. I do say that this is a fine-tasting drink. My compliments to your friend.

Curufin: *Leaves*

You: Someone who compliments Camilla’s coffee must have a soul just as dark as hers or none at all. By the way, did you notice any changes in him?

Maglor: I— can’t actually say. Let’s keep an eye on him, just in case. Who knows what might happen if he turns out like Faye or Maedhros?

You: I’m already scared just thinking about it.

*Later*

Curufin: *Standing on the table, messed up hair, and yelling invention plans* Don’t you see?! This is our chance to defeat Morgoth! We just build this here and there! Then we just—!

Celegorm: *Visibly scared* Holy shit! Calm down! What has gotten into you?!

*You, Maglor, and all the nearby elves hiding in the vicinity*

You: Oh my god! Can your brother be more insufferable than this?!

Maglor: This feels like typical Curufin, but ten times more confident his plan will work in the end and if he was ten times angrier than Caranthir.

You: Well, no shit. He’s literally yelling at us like a German soldier in the Second World War and even Celegorm out of all people is scared!

Curufin: TOD ALLEN ORKS!!!

Celegorm: *Crying at this point* What are you even saying?!

Present day

You: After that incident, Curufin was banned from even getting near coffee, and what’s even more ironic was that when he finally cleared his head from the caffeine rush. He blamed me and Maglor for embarrassing himself even if it was he who drank the coffee and ignored our warnings.

You: After that, Camilla and I made sure that coffee was banned for the greater good.

Elrond: Sounds reasonable. But those were only three incidents. You told me there were four.

You: Oh yeah! Actually, that happened way after. I’m not sure if you remember, but you and your brother had a part in this one.

4 Incident

*You, Maglor, and the twins having breakfast*

Elrond: *Points at the pot of coffee* Ada, can I have a taste of that?

Maglor: *Slightly sleep-deprived and not fully comprehending the question* sure.

Maglor: *About to pour him a cup of coffee*

You: *You slap his hand away in panic* Don’t give him that! You know what coffee does to you! They’re gonna be jumping off the walls!

Maglor: Calm down. I’m sure it doesn’t have that strong effect on children.

You: You sure about that? A sugar rush is something, but do you really want to know what a coffee-filled elven child can do?

*You two then see Elros having a taste and Elrond drinking from the pot*

You: Boys!

*The twins look at you without an expression.*

You: How… are you feeling?

*Later*

Elrond & Elros: *Laughing maniacally, running and jumping on the walls*

You & Maglor: *Chasing after them*

You: I bloody told you so!

Present day

Elrond: Oh dear! I do not wonder why I can’t remember much of that day.

You: Well, you and your brother were knocked out on the bed after a full day of running and hiding. Let's just say. Maedhros did not enjoy having to avoid jumping children on caffeine energy drinks.

Elrond: *Chuckles as you two arrive in the kitchen*

You: You know, now that I think about it. The coffee was made from my friend’s recipe at that time. She always liked to drink it strong, so maybe if I tone it down a bit. It could be less potent toward elves.

You: *Stops* Oh no!

Elrond: What’s wrong?

You & Elrond: * See your coffee pot empty*

You: Where did all of my coffee go?

*You both hear a crash in the distance and someone screaming*

#silmarillion x reader #silmarillion #tolkien #silmarillion imagines #middle earth imagines #silm fic #middle earth x reader #crack fic #maglor x reader

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hearts4youz · 6 months

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The Captains Daughter: Chapter 10

A/N: Sorry for the longer wait this time. I procrastinated this so much ughhhh. Anyway :) thank you all for waiting, I apologize because this is more of a filler chapter plus its short :( CH 11 will be better I promise!!!!

Word count: 800 ish

Taglist: @abbiesxox @n30n-j3lly @weird-katthing @kayoyamamegame

This morning your alarm did not go off. Not by accident, you weren't late for anything, but because today was a rare rest day. Once in a blue moon, some of the higher ups on base call for a mandatory rest day, a welcome occurrence. You sighed and rolled over, the clock read 10:32 in the morning. You rubbed your eyes and clambered out of bed. In the bathroom, you brushed your teeth and put on a bit of makeup before changing into street clothes, no uniforms required on off days.

You exited your room and walked down the hallway, stopping by the mess hall, breakfast would be served until noon today.

On the way, you saw Ghost. Suprisingly, he was wearing casual attire, A black hoodie and grey sweatpants. The skull balaclava was still present, of course. He was on his way to the gym. You let your eyes linger for a few seconds before continuing on. They were serving waffles in the mess, still flavorless and rock solid, but it hits differently on a day off.

You decided to stop by your dad's office to bring him breakfast, knowing he would be in there working, even on his day off. When you stepped through the wooden door, you were met with the usual whirlwind of papers. Price was hunched over at his desk, a mess of documents surrounding him. He scribbled his signature on something before looking up at you. He smiled with tired eyes,

"Still hard at work on your day off?"

"War never sleeps," he yawns.

"I brought you breakfast," you say, setting the plate down on top of a folder.

"Thanks hun'" he said gratefully.

You lingered in the room for a moment before your dad spoke up.

"I'm suprised Ghost doesn't still have you training."

You chuckled, "Yeah, I saw him heading to the gym to work out by himself though."

"He told me you got... injured during your last session. He didn't specify what happened. Are you alright?" Your father said with a concerned expression.

Your face heated up as you remembered Ghost carrying you to the infirmary, "y-yeah, just passed out, dehydration probably." You said this fast, suddenly feeling awkward, even though your dad had no clue your Lieutenant had to bridal carry you to the medics.

"Take it easy alright kiddo."

"Uh-huh, yeah," you said, quickly exiting. You were blushing like mad with Ghost on your mind.

Fuck, you thought to yourself.

Remembering the brief moment the two of you spent together brought you a giddy feeling.

A feeling you remembered from your highschool days

You had a crush on Ghost.

The rest of the day was relaxed. You almost managed to forget about your earlier revelation.

Almost.

The thoughts still nagged at the back of your mind while you lounged around with the rest of the 141 minus Price and Ghost. You talked among yourselves while a show played in the background.

Soap noticed how spaced out you were.

"Ghost on the brain," he teased.

Your face reddened. "no..." you lied.

Gaz and Soap looked at eachother with knowing expressions.

"Y/N, we meant to tell you this earlier but..." Gaz started, a sympathetic look in his eyes.

"Ghost is... married."

You let the news sink in for a moment. Secretly, you were heartbroken, but you couldn't let your teammates know that.

"Oh... yeah, whatever," you brushed it off, but your facial expression gave everything away.

The two of them burst into laughter.

"Hey! it's not that funny, I didn't even like him" You pleaded, trying to save face.

Soap spoke as he caught his breath, "LT isn't married. *panting* we just wanted to... *he pauses to catch his breath* mess with you."

At this point, Gaz sat back up, having fallen backwards off the couch in his fit of laughter.

You just sat there, looking pissed. "That wasn't funny," you scolded.

"Oh so you did care?" Soap smirked,

"No... well I- no, but..." You gave up trying to explain yourself.

"At a loss for words hm?"

"Fine. Fine, I like him... I like Ghost," you finally admitted

The two men had shit eating grins on their faces.

You spent the rest of your day with Soap and Gaz, laughing about nonsense, gossiping, and just talking about anything and everything.

Today was a good day, You thought to yourself as you got under the covers.

But it's back to nose to the grindstone tomorrow.

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alienpossession · 1 year

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Snippets

Just some scribbles on how a possessed human/shapeshifted alien would behave to the human's significant others

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He grabbed his mother's face as she keeps shouting

"To be honest, mom, I'm tired of hearing you say that I'm acting weird. In fact, I don't need to hear your opinion or even you anymore! Have a good tight sleep with pop, okay? I got a whole life ahead of me and yall be deadweight anyway,"

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His father tried to stop him from driving away but then he rolled down his window and inhumanely lengthened his arm to grab him by the neck. In mere seconds, the father is now mere inches from his son's face, if whatever being it is can even be called as his son

"So let me set it clear, old man. I don't give a shit about what you think of me or is this your car or anyone's car. It's mine, and I'm gonna use it as I please, you hear me?"

"Now fuck off!" and with that, he lengthened his arm all the way before he dropped his father right at their front door, a good 5 metres at least from where the car is, and speed off with his best friend. What the fuck is that? thought the old man still in surprise

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"Aww too bad you have to see me slaughter that dog, lil sis. But it's so annoying, I just need to kill that little shit. Do you wanna be like that dog next? If not, keep your mouth shut, you'll tell everyone that it's just simply gone, okay? Well, it's practically gone though, to my stomach, hahahahahah,"

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"Hey ma, yeah, dad's a musk fag or something. Look at him enjoying my feet stink,"

His mom just stared in horror but then, as if some invisible force push her to move, she quickly kneeled and then crawled to his son's other feet.

"Yeah, stop resisting mom. I need some more servant if I want to expand even wider after all,"

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"You haven't seen everything, old man. We're not planning to just takeover the ranchers, we want to seize the whole town, and you'll join force to help us if you still want these two sons of yours be let go, you understand? Now, set a town hall by the end of this week, we'll put some of our kind around the perimeter and after getting inside everyone, then we will release these two, you down?"

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"Yeah, nothing's really there. What blue glowing thing sliding into me when I checked on the backyard? You are one delusional old lady, you know that, maw? I didn't even scream or rustled in the bushes, you are so silly, you know?"

As he gently caressed his neck, he then whispered

"Keep talking like that or run your mouth to other people and I will not hesitate to break your back and let you die, you get me? You saw nothing and you are just a silly delusional granny,"

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"Yeahhh......too bad we can't let any eyewitnesses, you know? So you have to be eliminated," he said to the older man he usually helped around as he lifted him several inches above the ground before he break his neck and dropped his body to the ground

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"Remember big bro, snitches get stiches. Or in my case, snitches get slime shoved up through their ass. Keep that runny little mouth of yours zipped or I'll make your silly gay boyfriend taken over by my friends and I'll force you to watch him squirm and shout,"

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"You resisted for way too long and asked too much question," he said with flat expression as he grabbed his girlfriend's neck and then his hands started to morph into something hideous with thorn and scales

"Scratching you to let you know that I'm, as you suspected, not your boyfriend. But I'll make sure you won't see the daylight anymore if you are not going to cooperate with me to breed you, bitch, so shut the fuck up and just take the dick up in your ass!"

She tried to scream but he muffled her and pistoned the hardening uncut cock into her pussy in one swift penetration. Soon she'll bear the first hybrid baby that Earth ever seen

#alien possession #alien shapeshift #male shapeshift

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hannahssimblr · 3 months

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note: you don't need to know how to pronounce Garda Síochána - just know it's what we call our police force in Ireland. Any mention of garda/guards is in reference to the cops. Jude is saying the Síochána bit (the full name) to be funny and emphasise the fact that they are entirely unarmed. If you do want to know how to pronounce it then here is someone saying it right.

We are greeted at the doctor’s waiting room by two familiar faces. Shane and Joe look up when we enter, and the biggest, dopiest smile I’ve ever seen spreads over Joe’s face. “What’s up guys! You got ticks too?”

“Um, yeah.”

He fist bumps me, then Jen, “Hell yeah! Tick friends. Four thicks with ticks. We should get that tattooed.”

“Good idea,” I slump into a creaky seat and immediately start fidgeting with a ballpoint pen on the table. While the others chat to one another I begin to draw random shapes onto the corner of a magazine.

“So we lose four tents,” Shane is saying, “And we all get ticks. Would ye say that’s the biggest failure of all time?”

“We can go back and get the tents though, lad,” Joe says, “Sure I can remember where we were and all.”

“They’re in the dump by now for sure,” Jen says, “So annoying because I actually really liked that tent, and the sleeping bags too. Like, we lost a bloody fortune worth of stuff that we could have used to go to a music festival or something.”

A fat pigeon lands on the windowsill and I quickly sketch it out, not realistically, but a stupid cartoon version who is trying to swallow an entire loaf of white sliced pan in one gulp. I cock my head. It’s actually a bit grotesque. Maybe I should scribble it out.

“Man, I’m just glad that Jude made it out of there alive,” Joe says, “We didn’t know if you were going to make it.”

“What, like, do you think I was going to get shot to death by the Garda Síochána?”

“No, I dunno, like.”

“Thanks for abandoning me, by the way.”

“Oh stop it Jude,” Jen punches my arm, which throws my line off, “He’s in a huff because we saved ourselves instead of coming to find him, but anyone would have done the same.”

“Well you were fairly busy!” Joe protests, “Off with Clóda.” I’m not looking at him, but I can practically hear the exotic wiggle of his eyebrows, “C’mere, man, did you ride her?”

I glance quickly at Shane who is staring at the floor, “Nah, I didn’t.”

“What? You had the chance and you didn’t take it? You’re crazy, Jude. If that’d been me I’d have-”

I zone out as Joe, the chronic virgin, starts describing what he would have done and not done, while dimly aware that Jen is giving out to him for being disrespectful. The pigeon drawing is coming along. Maybe I’ll make this guy into a new character and put him in different scenarios. I draw a newer version of him on the next page with eyes looking in two different directions and I chuckle to myself at how stupid it looks.

“That’s a cool drawing,” Jen murmurs, peering over my shoulder, “you should bring it home and glue it into your sketchbook.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

“-Oh yeah, and that reminds me,” Joe goes on, moving fluidly from his thoughts about Clóda to the next topic without so much as a pause for breath. He’s like a tap that never stops dripping. “I’ve been thinking of getting a tattoo, like an actual tattoo, you know I was joking about the Thicks with Ticks thing before, but now that I’m sixteen I’ve been like, maybe I should get one if my ma or da lets me, and like, I was thinking that Jude is really good at art and all, so it’d be cool if I got him to draw something for me that I could get tattooed on me, you know?”

I sit up wielding my biro, “Where, man?”

“Huh?”

“Where’d you want your tattoo? I’ll do a sketch for you now.”

“Oh cool, yeah, like maybe my neck, like here?” He runs a finger from his ear to his shoulder, ��Like something cool, a dragon or whatever, breathing fire, and maybe with its tail curling around like that.”

“A dragon, yeah?” I lean across Jen and push his head to the side to stretch out the skin and I start drawing.

He glances at Jen after several minutes, “How’s it look?”

She keeps a straight face, “Yeah, unreal. It’s a dragon alright.”

I finish it off with a few flourishes and then Joe shows it off to Shane, “Well?”

Shane splutters.

“Is it cool?”

“C’mere give me a proper look,” he turns him all the way around and stares intently at the drawing. “Man, that is the most detailed penis I’ve ever seen.”

Jen and I cling to one another cackling.

“Even the spurts of cum, fuck sake, you’re sick,” Shane starts shaking with laughter too while Joe panics and tries to wipe it away with his hand. “Aw, are you serious? Is it just a dick?”

Shane looks again and shrieks “The veins!”

“No, you’re going to have me go into the doctor with a cumming dick on my neck?”

“You don’t like it?” I pretend to be offended and clutch my heart, “That wounds me, really.”

Jen joins in, “Yeah, he worked hard on it, how could you be so cold?”

The doctor comes to the door, “Joseph Roche?”

He stands up and gives us all the most aggressive middle fingers he can muster. “Fuckers,” he says, and follows the doctor out while we all collapse in fits of hysterical laughter.

Beginning // Prev // Next

#lucky boy #someone explain to me why teenage boys (and actually adult men too) are obsessed with drawing dicks on everything #i agree it's hilarious #but please ya'll are so weird #tw:sex mention

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maddipoof · 1 year

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There is nothing like staying at home, for real comfort 🌷: maybe a study session turned cuddle with tasm peter parker?

I don't know if you were expecting science but I just cannot. So r has a test on Othello and yeah, it's cute, I like it. thank you for requesting <3 I had fun writing it

WC: 910 (yay my first blurb under 1000 words, improvement)

The very second you sat back down at your desk, half convinced you’re focused enough from another session of pacing around your room, the buzzer went off. You’d almost be annoyed but you didn’t have the time with the half second it took you to realize it had to be Peter. Any other day you’d run over to the door, but today the exhaustion was getting to you. Settling for a rushed walk instead, you leaned down to speak into the little microphone. “Come on up, bugboy.”

“Actually,” you nearly screamed at the voice from outside your half open window. You had your hand over your heart and your back leaning on the wall while Peter watched, hanging upside down with that stupidly adorable smile. “Spiders are arachnids, not bugs.” He lowered himself to the floor and pulled the web down from your fire escape and you practically ran to open the window the rest of the way. You didn’t give him the chance to duck under the window on his own with the way you pulled him down with a hand to the back of his neck. He had to hold himself up with one hand on the sill and the other on the wrist of your hand in his hair. The kiss itself was much gentler than the way you wrapped him into it, but he was alright with that, though with how much he missed you he wouldn’t have minded more. “I haven’t seen you all day.”

“I know, it’s been too long.”

“Mhm, 12 whole hours, basically eternity.”

“If I remember correctly, it’s been 13.”

“Probably right,” he nudged you back a bit so he could climb in and shut the window without turning from you. “And how many of those did you sleep?”

“Hm,” you clicked your tongue while thinking of the best answer that wouldn’t get you sent to bed immediately, but decided the truth was enough. “Um, 5?” Wrong answer, you could see it on his face. “And a half, 5 and a half.”

“And what were you doing all the other 7.5?”

“I don’t know what it is about this essay but I can’t get it right.” You dropped your face into his shoulder and he tried scratching at the back of your neck in an attempt to comfort you.

“For your lit class? When’s it due?”

“That’s the thing,” you rested your chin on his chest and looked up at him with pleading eyes, not really knowing what you were asking for. “I’m just writing it as a practice for my exam, it’s in two days and if I can’t answer the essay question, what’s the point?”

“She gave you the essay question?”

“Yeah. Well, it’s just to analyze a scene and talk about what it means and blah blah blah whatever,” you talked while he pulled you into your room. “But I can’t focus and it’s like my eyeballs want me to fail.”

You stood behind him while he looked over your desk of loose index cards, open binders and notebooks with margins overrun with scribbles, and of course the half written essay on your laptop.

“You wanna sit down and I’ll quiz you on it? So you don’t have to strain your eyes anymore?” He started picking up the notecards before you even answered, just to organize for you if nothing else. You listened and sat on your bed with your back against the wall.

“Yeah, that’s ok.”

“Good, ok, yeah. These ones?” He held up the colorful neon flash cards.

“Mhm, Othello.”

Peter hasn’t even thought of Shakespeare since Macbeth senior year. Too wrapped up in more scientific studies and uh, spiderman-ing. But he’d do it for you.

Three-quarters of the way through the set he could see your breath evening out and your eyes fluttering.

“Here, lay down,” he guided you forward by the shoulder.

“Hm?”

“I’ll read to you.” He slid in behind you on the bed and pulled the blankets over both of you.

“You don’t have your glasses.”

“I’ll manage,” he reached over to grab the book off the table then relaxed back down to pull you to his chest.

“You’ll strain your eyes.” As if he didn’t arrive by swinging from building to building, that’s the danger you were worried about.

“I’ll manage.”

Your head was on his chest and he read over your shoulder.

“Start here,” you pointed to the section your essay was focused on, half way through a passage.

“She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore, in faith, ‘twas strange, 'twas passing strange, 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story. And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake: She loved me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I loved her that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have used: Here comes the lady; let her witness it.”

He looked down at you to find you sleeping, happy that you finally found a moment’s rest. He kissed your forehead, wherever he could reach. “I love you.” He wasn’t even sure you could hear, but he needed you to know anyway.

“I love you,” you mumbled into his chest.

#dell's fics #della celebrates 100 #kait💜#tasm!peter x reader #tasm!spiderman x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter fluff #tasm!peter x you #tasm fic #tasm spiderman #the amazing spider man #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #spiderman x you #tasm!peter parker fic #tasm!peter fanfiction #tasm!peter parker fanfiction

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harryscherrypie · 1 year

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3 am ideas

harry styles x designer!reader

Summary - When it comes to Harry's Haryween outfits, you do tend to go a little bit overboard. This year isn't any different and Harry finds you scribbling down ideas at 3 am... almost a year before the show is even announced.

Word count - 900, she's a short one

Warnings - none

A/n - I am anticipating this year's Harryween outfit and this is my manifestation that Harry will wear a dress again. Fingers crossed.

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The door to your home office opened, the sound accompanying the soft pitter-patter of what you were sure were Harry’s steps. He quietly opened the door and slipped into your office, closing the door behind him, and standing behind you.

“S’ 3 am lovie, why are you still up?” He crocked out. You turned to face him.

You were greeted with the sight of his curls all messed up and standing up in all possible directions. He was rubbing his eyes sleepily as he stifled a yawn behind the sleeve of his, your, hoodie.

“M’ sorry, but I couldn’t sleep, so I started on some ideas for your next Halloween costume, I’m kind of just revisiting our scrapped ideas from this year,” you mumbled as you turned your back towards him and looked at the giant cork board on your wall, which was packed with everything you had in mind.

“Love, the next costume will be needed in almost a year, Halloween was a month ago,” Harry sighed defeatedly, clearly wanting to go back to sleep.

“I know, I’m sorry, I just needed to occupy my mind with something, or else I’d go insane,” you mumbled.

Harry’s arms sneaked around your waist and pulled you backward, making you lean against his chest.

“You should’ve woken me up, you know you can wake me up if you need me,” he kissed the top of your head gently.

“I know, but I wanted you to sleep for a little while, I know you’ve been struggling with it lately,” you rubbed your hands up and down the lengths of his arms.

“Tell me, what do you have,” he kissed your shoulder.

“Okay, so going from the reactions of your fans and what they enjoy seeing you in combined with the process of our deciding on a costume this year I came to a conclusion that you will definitely wear a dress again,” you explained your thought process and waited for him to say anything.

“Yeah? They want me in a dress again?” He asked with a slightly strained voice. You could feel his arm tighten around your shoulders slightly shaking.

“Of course they do, you look absolutely stunning in dresses, it’s a shame you don’t wear them more often,” you slipped from underneath his arm and stood in front of him, cradling his cheek in your hand.

“Do you not want to wear a dress?” You asked frowning. You clearly remembered how excited he was to wear a dress that day and pranced around backstage in it way before he had to get ready.

“No, I want to, I guess I just never realized that people liked it, I didn’t check the social media after the concert, I guess I was just scared of it becoming a second cover of vogue situation,” he shrugged but you could see that what you said had made him think.

“Well you should’ve people absolutely loved it, you looked so beautiful, my best work if I’m being honest,” you teased and Harry rolled his eyes.

“Show me your ideas so I can go back to bed,” he urged and you clapped your hands excitedly.

“So dresses, this immediately made me think of Disney princesses. We could do you as Ariel and the band as the little sea creatures, or I was also thinking of you as Ursula and Mitch as Ariel because of the hair, next, I thought of you as cinderella and the band as mice and someone could do the fairy godmother and a pumpkin that would be so adorable,” you animatedly explained your visions to Harry as you showed him some rough sketches you have been working on.

“That sounds really nice, the cinderella one especially,” he smiled down at the sketches and ran his fingertips over them, visualizing the outfits.

“One concern I have though would be how you would move on stage because your dance moves are questionable sometimes, so you either sacrifice movement for one show and calm down a bit or we do like a short dress which I thought could be a bit sexier,” you scribbled a note down when you explained.

“I think I could calm it down for a show, you know, for the sake of the dress,” he shrugged.

“Okay, but my main idea wasn’t Ariel or Cinderella, I actually thought of this when I saw you with the little bow this year. Hear me out, you as Snow White and the band as the dwarves,” you grinned and waited for his reaction. He thought about it for a little while before he smiled a big grin, nearly matching yours, and nodded his head.

“That would be absolutely amazing, I think we should go with this one,” he decided as he looked over the sketch of him in a snow-white inspired ballgown you handed him.

“We would have to figure out the length because I won’t put you in something floor length because you wouldn’t be able to move at all, but something close to ankles or slightly above,” you bit the end of a pencil as you wrote it down.

“This will look so amazing, with the puffy sleeves and the bow in your hair, oh, and we will put a little bit of blush on your cheeks, oh, you will look so beautiful,” you cooed at your vision, making Harry blush slightly from all the compliments.

“Let’s go to bed, I will call Alessandro tomorrow so we can start working on proper sketches, oh god I’m excited,” you skipped around your office putting things away quickly so you could take Harry back to bed.

“M’ excited too, I love wearing dresses,” he smiled as he watched you tidy your desk slightly.

“Come on, we have so much work to do when we wake up,” you ushered him to take your hand and you pulled him into your bedroom.

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Thanks for reading this short little piece, I will probably make a follow-up to this one but let me know if you enjoyed it and if you have any ideas or requests for fics then let me know too.

Thank you, love you <3

#fanfiction #harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fluff #harry styles one shot #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #my writing

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leafywhowritez · 8 months

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I’m bored sooo

The reaction of hashiras when you tickle them

Giyuu💦

Yeah he’s always Giyuu after all

Although you never EVER thought that Giyuu had a chance of EVER laughing

Until one day, you get really bored and decided to tickle him

You first poked him around his waist

He began to giggle when you got near his ribs

You promised him you’ll not tell anyone (or maybe not)

Shinobu🦋

You were at the butterfly estate and you see Shinobu

You went closer to her and saw that she was in concerned mode

She began to giggle when you wiggled your fingers on her neck

She quickly dodged your fingers by moving away and giving you a smile

She’ll get you back for that though

Rengoku🔥

You know that Rengoku will definitely get you back after this, but you did a step by step plan.

You saw him sitting on the benches after training

You immediately went there and squeezed his calves and he begin to giggle and crack

Well you did remove his sandals and tickle him on his feet and he kept on laughing until you stopped

He said that he’ll get you back later

You soon begin your cat and mouse game

Muichiro🌫️

Well you had always thought of Muichiro being ticklish just because of his age

However, you are too slow to get him

Today, you were lucky enough to catch Muichiro while he was taking you to his mansion to have a sleep over

Well.. You begin your tickle attack on him scribbling all over his belly

He begin to crack and you begin to blow raspberries on him

He will always remember that moment

Mitsuri💕

You were having a sleepover with her

She begin a tickle attack on you first

Until..You decided to scratch her waist

Mitsuri begin to crack up with giggles after that

Later, you begin to blowing raspberries on her neck

She told you to stop and you stopped after a second.

Obanai🐍

He didn’t want you to tickle him

But you did it anyways

You scratched at his lower back and he begin to burst with laughter

He told you to stop later on

You told him that he should laugh more it suits him (no it suits giyuu more)

Sanemi💨

Ok you possibly never thought about Sanemi being ticklish

In fact, you were scared of him

Until Genya told you that he was ticklish and told you all his worst spotsBut when you found out he was ticklish, you begin constantly launching tickle attacks on him

Like you decided today, you gave him soft tickles on his stomach

He couldn’t resist but laugh

You switched spots every 20 seconds to troll him

He was embarrassed and told you not to tell anyone (you obviously did)

Gyomei🪨

You never decided to tickle Gyomei because you are scared of what he did to Inosuke (in season 3 he smacked Inosuke on his head)

JK I am just so lazy cuz I needa do homework 😅😅😅

#demon slayer tickling #character x reader #rengoku kyojuro #giyuu tomioka #shinobu kocho #sanemi shinazugawa #mitsuri kanroji #obanai iguro #muichiro tokito #I forgot tengen uzui but who cares he has three wives already no need for y/n #gyomei himejima

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Haikyuu!! Coffee Shots #111-120

A collection of the Haikyuu Coffee Shots I've done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

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111) Lee Suga, Ler Kageyama

Kageyama was startled awake by a hand slapping him in the face.

At first he jolted upright, immediately on alert, but when he saw the room of sleeping boys around him, he only frowned in confusion. His first thought was Hinata, but the redhead was lying on a pallet a few down from his, snoring loudly.

Just as he was beginning to think he’d hallucinated the slap, another flailing limb came flying at him. This one he managed to block before it made impact, and he was ready to turn around and snap at whoever was messing with him, but then he stopped short.

It was Suga. He was fast asleep, but it most definitely did not look like he was enjoying it.

“Whoa,” Kageyama breathed, surprised and a little scared, gently grabbing Suga’s shoulder and shaking him gently. “Hey, wake up.”

It took a moment, but eventually Suga’s eyes snapped open, startling Kageyama all over again. For a moment, they just looked at each other.

“Kageyama,” Suga slurred finally, blinking a few times. “What is it?”

“You…I think you were having a nightmare,” the younger setter replied, frowning. “You kept slapping me, and you looked really upset.”

Suga groaned. “Oh. Yeah…thanks for waking me up.”

“Do you, uh…want to talk about it?”

“Not at all,” the older boy replied with a little smile, “but thanks.”

“Okay.” Kageyama shifted a little, seeing how sad his upperclassman still looked. He recalled all the times Hinata or Noya or Tanaka – or sometimes even Suga himself – would tickle him to help him cheer up, and he reached a tentative hand down to scribble lightly at his friend’s side.

Suga jerked and smiled, his eyes already closed as he tried to settle back in to sleep, but he made no move to stop him, so Kageyama kept it up, tickling lightly and drawing a tiny giggle here and there. Feeling emboldened, the dark-haired boy searched for his belly button through his shirt, and that’s when Suga finally let out a laugh and pushed his wrist away.

“Okay, that’s enough,” he said, peeking one eye open. “I appreciate it, though.”

Kageyama blushed a little, slightly embarrassed when he finally realized how bold he’d just been. “Uh…yeah. Good night, Suga.”

“Night, Kageyama. Sweet dreams.”

The younger boy smiled at that. “You, too.”

112) Lee Hinata, Ler Kageyama

Hinata was already giggling hysterically, and Kageyama hadn’t even touched him yet.

The setter smirked at him. “What’s the matter, boke?”

“Y-You…you’re gonna do something, I know you are!” Hinata whined, smiling uncontrollably. He tugged but his wrists were firmly trapped above him; it hadn’t been difficult for his taller friend to win their little wrestling match and pin him down like this.

“Am I?” Kageyama asked innocently, flashing his fake vampire teeth. He looked sharp in his suit and cape – probably why he’d decided to be a vampire for Halloween two years in a row – but Hinata remembered what those teeth had felt like last year, and he just knew he was going to get a refresher again right now.

“Yes, you are!” Hinata pouted. “You’re going to bite me again!”

“Bite you? No, no, no.” Kageyama gently grasped his side, not squeezing yet but threatening to. “I’m not a blood-sucking vampire like I was last year, boke. This year I’m a tickling vampire. I feast on your laughter~”

“I knew it!” Hinata squealed as his friend finally began squeezing, unable to do much else thanks to the redhead’s costume of choice for this year. The fabric was thick and it was a one-piece outfit, so the setter couldn’t make contact with his bare skin. Hinata had hoped that would keep him safe, but of course, Kageyama found a way through his defenses no matter what. “Ahahahahaha! Kahahahageyama!”

“Now I’m going to bite you,” Kageyama replied, leaning down to gently sink his pointy plastic teeth into his friend’s neck, wincing at the loud shriek he emitted right into his ear. “Laugh for me, little shrimp~ Your laughter tastes soooo good~”

“Nahahahahaha that’s weheheheheheird, Bakahahahageyama!”

“Weird?” Kageyama snorted. “You’re dressed as a crayon, you idiot. I don’t even want to hear about weird from you.”

“Buhuhuhuhut it’s cute! And eheheheheasy to wear!”

Kageyama bit him again, squeezes moving up to his ribs now, making Hinata laugh even harder. “And just as easy to tickle you in, boke.”

113) Lee Noya, Ler Asahi

“I’d call you a wimp if you weren’t so cute,” Noya said, grinning at his upperclassman.

Asahi looked at him, wide-eyed and slightly panicked. “What? Cute?”

“You’re older and bigger than me! You’re supposed to protect me from these kinds of movies, not the other way around.”

The two of them were spending the night at Asahi’s house. It was the end of October, and in the spirit of the season Noya had suggested watching a horror movie. Asahi didn’t like the idea to begin with, and now that they were halfway through and he was scared out of his mind, he liked it even less.

What he liked least of all, though, was Noya’s cocky attitude about the whole situation.

“Shut up,” he said. “You know I’m a sensitive soul. Why would you make me watch this at all if you knew it would make me freak out?”

“Because it’s funny,” the libero replied with a smirk.

Asahi leveled a glare at him that only made his friend laugh, then snatched up his ankle and scribbled his fingers into the bare sole. “You think this is funny? You want to laugh about something? Take this!”

“Aieeehahahahahaha! Nahahahahaha Asahi!” Noya cried, clutching his stomach while flailing his free leg helplessly. “Dohohohohon’t tihihihihickle me!”

“You seemed in the mood to laugh at me, so I’m only helping you out, Noya,” Asahi replied, feeling mischievously wicked as he grabbed the libero’s other leg and locked both of them under his arm, scratching mercilessly at the arches of his feet. “Besides, this is a good distraction for me. Maybe I can even get through the rest of the movie this way.”

“The rehehehehehehest?!” Noya cried, arching his back off the couch, laughing even harder. “But we’re ohohohohonly hahahahahalfway done!”

“Hmm,” Asahi muttered noncommittally, settling in for the long haul, still tickling. “Too bad for you, then.”

Noya squealed when Asahi honed in on his toes, tossing his head back as crazed giggles spilled out of his lips, pounding the cushions. “Ehehehehehehehehe! You suhuhuhuhuhuck, Asahiehehehehehe!”

Asahi reached up and gave his thigh a threatening squeeze, making Noya shriek and nearly fall off the couch. The movie was long forgotten by both of them at this point. The ace grinned at his friend. “Keep calling me names and I’ll make you scream louder than any of the girls in this movie, Nishinoya.”

Noya’s eyes widened and his cheeks went red, but it was clear that he was enjoying this sudden turn of events if the way his eyes lit up at that threat were any indication. “Not a chahahahahance, you wihihihihimp!”

Asahi threw himself at the smaller boy, tickling him relentlessly and – true to his word – making him scream so loud he put all horror movies on the planet to shame.

114) Lee Noya, Ler Asahi

In theory, a massage had sounded heavenly. Flexible as Noya was, he still experienced some tightness and discomfort now and then, but especially since he’d lunged for that ball during their last practice and landed awkwardly. He’d been in some pain since then, mostly in his lower back from where he’d twisted in midair and then slammed into the ground.

Now, though, as the little four-legged massager hummed across his skin, he was regretting ever letting Asahi talk him into this.

“If you keep squirming like that it’s going to make it worse,” his friend told him, a clear smile in his voice.

Noya gritted his teeth and clenched his biceps – his arms were crossed above him with his head resting on them like a pillow – even as a snicker or two escaped from him.

“Cahahahan’t help it,” he managed, gasping when Asahi maneuvered the vibrations back to the spot closest to his lower ribs. “It’s tihihihihickling me!”

“We both know my hands would be much worse.”

It was true. Noya was so sensitive the slightest brush got him wiggling and giggling in seconds flat; using an actual massage tool was the only way they were going to get through this – assuming they’d get through it at all.

The massager slid over toward his other ribs, and Noya squeaked and started to roll onto his side, but a strong hand pressed against his shoulder and forced him to stay put.

“Here,” Asahi chuckled, and it was obvious he knew exactly what he was doing. “Let me help you.”

“Ahahahahaha you jeheheheheherk! You’re dohohohoing this on purpose!” Noya screeched out the last word when Asahi very intentionally let the massager linger on his lower ribs for more than a couple of seconds this time. The libero’s legs kicked behind him frantically. “Ahahahahahasahi!”

His friend just laughed with him and started guiding the vibrations over every ticklish spot he knew of to get the poor libero cackling in no time. “What? Laughter is just as good for you as a massage would be!”

115) Lee Kageyama, Ler Hinata

“Hinata!” Kageyama squealed, weakly gripping the redhead’s wrists as his fingers flew over the taller boy’s torso. “Quihihihihit it!”

“No way, Kageyama!” Hinata beamed like the ray of sunshine he was, chasing his friend down every time he twisted away or tried to shove at his shoulders or pry his tickling fingers from his ribs. “You’ve been giving me that puppy dog look all day. I have to tickle you now! You know I can’t resist!”

Puppy dog look?! Kageyama felt himself flushing in embarrassment as well as with excitement.

“I hahahahave nohohohohot! I’m—GYAH!! WAITWAITWAIT!!”

Hinata cackled like a witch as he dug into the spot just below Kageyama’s ribs, forcing him to his knees and eventually all the way to the floor. “Aww, look how big you’re smiling~ You love it, Kageyama. Don’t try to lie your way out of this; we both know it~”

“HINATA PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!” The setter was howling with laughter now, sneakers scrabbling at the hardwood floor of the gym, jersey gradually coming untucked as he writhed. Hinata kept it up, kneading into that special spot on his ribs over and over, watching with satisfaction as his friend fell apart laughing his heart out.

“What’s that? ‘Please keep going’? I was planning on it!”

Kageyama thought he couldn’t possibly laugh any harder; turns out he was wrong. He arched his back with a scream as his redheaded friend slipped his fingers under his traitorous jersey and scribbled freely at the bare skin of his tummy. “EYAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! HINATA!!”

“Look at you! It’s like I’m riding one of those American broncos!” Hinata giggled. “Tickle, tickle, ticklish Kageyaaaama~”

At this point, Kageyama knew it was pointless to fight or protest in any way. He was cornered and they both knew it, so rather than expel his energy on trying to pretend he didn’t want this, he finally surrendered and let himself enjoy the tickling, his laughter shifting into something more childlike and carefree than before.

Hinata’s eyes lit up with victory. “There you go! Just let it alllll out, Kageyama. You deserve it!”

116) Lee Asahi, Ler Daichi

After Asahi’s third failed spike in a row, Daichi turned to him with a frown. “What is up with you, Asahi?”

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” Asahi stammered, rubbing his face with his hands and pacing in circles. The others on the court exchanged glances. It was obvious he was freaking out, but why now? Why this game?

“Hey,” Daichi caught his friend by the shoulders and forced him to meet his eyes. “It’s going to be fine. You know that.”

Asahi groaned. “I don’t know that! I’m missing everything you send at me. I shouldn’t do this; I’m not ready. Put me on the sidelines; I’ll only slow you all down—eep!”

Daichi kept his finger in his side even after giving it a good poke to shut him up. “I’m not sidelining you.”

“But—hehehey!”

“What are you so afraid of?”

Asahi did his best to hold still and take it, but he couldn’t help the way he crumbled at the wiggling finger in his side. “Dahahaichi, stop it! Not in front of them!”

The team captain glanced over his shoulder at the rest of their teammates, who gave him various encouragements such as thumbs-up from Noya and Hinata and a more subtle nod from Kageyama and Tsukishima.

“Looks like they’re cool with the intervention. Clearly you need it.” Daichi turned back to his friend who was now trying to shuffle backward, a nervous smile on his lips. “Brace yourself. This is going to tickle. A lot.”

Asahi gasped and turned to run, but Daichi had him wrapped in a tickly bear hug from behind faster than he could take two whole steps, and soon the other boy’s giggles filled the air as he squirmed in their captain’s hold.

“Hehehehehehey! Nohohohoho! Daichi, I’m fihihihihine! I dohohohon’t need – stohohohohop it!”

Daichi smirked at the higher-pitched cackles he got when he dug his fingers into Asahi’s ribs. “Sorry, but I don’t believe you. I think another minute of this is necessary.”

117) Lee Noya, Ler Asahi

It was a good thing it was Halloween and the entire street was filled with the sound of screams, because Asahi had Noya screaming like a madman and for once it blended in perfectly.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Noya begged, thrashing against the bed in a ticklish frenzy. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP ASAHI!!”

Asahi smirked down at him, checking to make sure the toy handcuffs he’d bought as a prank were holding and not chafing Noya’s wrists. “Calm down. I need to test your nerve endings before I unleash you upon the world.”

He found the spots at the back of his friend’s ribs that always got him wheezing with silent laughter. Sure enough, Noya dissolved into utter hysterics, too far gone to even care whether he was making noise or not.

After a few torturous moments Asahi let up on his assault and let Noya catch his breath, ruffling his hair and checking the handcuffs again. “Are you all right?”

“P-Plehehehease, Asa—doctor,” Noya giggled breathlessly, his keeping with the role play letting his friend know he was hanging in there. “You’ve made me too sensitive…”

“On the contrary.” Asahi got up and moved a little further down the bed, smiling at Noya’s panicked anticipatory giggles. They were playing Dr. Frankenstein and his monster, deciding to be a little more childish than usual on this festive evening.

Asahi grasped Noya’s ankle and scribbled across his foot, grinning at his friend’s resulting cackles and squirming.

“It’s imperative that I make you as sensitive as possible so that you better understand what it’s like to be a human being.”

He scratched at his toes and Noya tossed his head back and exploded into belly laughter that was a rare treat for them both. “Plehehehehehehease!”

“One final test,” Asahi mused, climbing back onto the bed and kneeling between Noya’s legs. Then he smirked and pulled out an item he’d been hiding all evening – a toy claw that they had learned was incredibly tickly to the poor libero.

Noya gasped and pulled uselessly at the handcuffs. “No!”

“Oh, yes.” Asahi firmly grasped his leg above the knee and dragged the claw along his friend’s inner thigh, and Noya let out a scream that could rival any haunted house. “I made sure to make this the most sensitive spot of all.” Then, unable to help it, he broke into an evil kind of laugh. “Mwahahahaha!”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASAHIIIIIII!!!!”

118) Lee Kageyama, Ler Hinata

This year, Hinata knew what Kageyama was dressing up as for Halloween. This year, he was prepared.

Their first year, his best friend had caught him by surprise. Last year Hinata had tried to compensate with a costume that was bulkier and would offer a bit more protection – which didn’t work very well at all.

This year, Hinata was going on the offensive.

When he knocked, Kageyama opened the door without any dramatics. He’d done that already; it was old news now that they were third years. But he was still dressed as a vampire – complete with cape and pointed teeth – and he still looked immaculate.

But not for long.

“What are you supposed to be?” Kageyama asked, frowning at his old-school getup.

“I knew you’d be a vampire again,” Hinata replied, smirking, “so I decided to be Van Helsing. And I’m taking you down, you despicable creature of the night!”

Before the setter could react, Hinata had tackled him to the floor, hopping on top of him to keep him from rolling away.

“Hinata!” Kageyama snapped, frantically undoing the clasp of his cape that had gotten caught beneath them in the scuffle. Once he could breathe easier, he growled, “What are you doing? You’re messing up my costume!”

“I happen to know vampires can only be killed with a stake through the heart,” Hinata said grandly, brandishing a wooden toy dagger that he’d had attached to his belt. “But lucky for you, I don’t want to kill you. I just want revenge.”

“What—ah!” Kageyama spasmed when Hinata began prodding the base of his ribs with the dagger, making him break into a smile and giggle despite himself. “W-Wait – whahahat are you—?!”

“Take this, vampire!”

Kageyama squealed and burst into giggles when the dagger continued to prod at one of his most ticklish spots, then broke into full-on laughter when Hinata used his free hand to dig into his belly.

“Ahahahahahaha! Hinatahahahaha, wahahahahait! I was gohohohohoing to go threehehehehehee for three!”

“Oh, I know. And I’m sure you will. But I was determined to get the jump on you first this time!” Hinata expertly warded off one of Kageyama’s flailing arms and dug his dagger in even deeper, making Kageyama shriek with laughter.

The setter desperately clawed at him and cried, “Okay, okahahahahahay! You gohohohohot me! Plehehehehehease!”

Hinata tossed the dagger aside with a triumphant smirk, but then he snatched up Kageyama’s wrists and pinned them down, hovering over him menacingly. “Oh, and one more thing…”

Kageyama really should have seen it coming, given that he’d attacked Hinata this way two Halloweens in a row. But it still shocked him into squealing giggles when the redhead leaned down and bit his neck with pointy, tickly teeth.

“Hinatahahahahahahaha!”

Hinata grinned. “Now, wicked vampire, my vengeance is satisfied!”

119) Switches Daichi, Asahi, and Suga

“Name five holiday movies,” Suga said, reading off the card in his hand before flipping over the timer.

To his left, Daichi dutifully and easily listed five holiday titles before his time was up. Then he drew a card.

It was the Christmas break after they’d graduated from high school, and the three former third-years from Karasuno had managed to find a single day to reunite and catch up and mess around like they used to in all of the chaos of visiting their families and whatnot. They had plans to go to dinner in a short while, but for now they were passing the time playing this game.

“Name five winter activities,” Daichi said to Asahi.

Asahi named three, then struggled with the last two so much that he ran out of time.

“I’m not used to thinking about winter sports,” he whined with a slight chuckle, reaching for a card.

“No one said anything about sports. The card said ‘activities’,” Suga reminded him.

Asahi pouted, then read off his card. “Name five Christmas characters.”

Suga did so, easily. When he reached for his card, he paused. “You know, this is almost too easy.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” Daichi replied.

“Speak for yourself,” Asahi muttered, but he was grinning.

Suga hummed. “Why don’t we add a twist to some of these?”

“Like what?”

“Well, for example…” Suga glanced at the card. “Daichi, name five Christmas carols, and we’ll try to distract you.” Then he flipped the timer.

Daichi started, “Jingle Bells, Silent N-ihihihihihihight?! Whahahahat – hehehehehey!”

Suga grinned, digging into his ribs while watching the timer. “Five seconds!”

“Ahahaha! Uh…G-Good Kihihihihing Wehehehehenceslahahahas – Ahahahahahasahi!” Daichi protested when his other friend started tickling his opposite side. “You guhuhuhuhuhuys!”

“Time’s up!” Suga announced proudly, ceasing his attack.

Daichi let out a few leftover giggles and grumbled, “No fair…”

“Of all the Christmas carols out there, you thought of ‘Good King Wenceslas’?” Asahi asked, dumfounded.

“Not all of us struggle with basic concepts, Asahi,” Daichi teased, reaching for his side in revenge.

“Hehehey! I hahahahaven’t beheheheheen given a prohohohompt!”

But it didn’t matter, because soon Suga was joining in with Daichi, and then he and Asahi turned on Suga, who immediately dissolved into his hyena laughter when they scribbled at his belly.

“Ehehehehehehehe! Stahahahahahahahap!”

Daichi and Asahi exchanged amused glances. “He still has that laugh, huh?”

“Dohohohohohon’t make fuhuhuhuhuhun of mehehehehehe!”

But they weren’t, and Suga knew they weren’t, and soon the room was filled with the sounds of all three of their laughs as they took turns tickling each other just like the old days at Karasuno High.

120) Lee Hinata, Ler Kageyama

“Hinata!” Kageyama snapped as he was pulled forward without warning, connected to his friend via oversized scarf.

“I got it!” Hinata declared proudly, holding up the chocolate he’d dropped on the ground. He began unwrapping it without a care in the world, oblivious to Kageyama’s glare in his direction.

Noya, as a joke, had given Hinata a way-too-large scarf for Christmas, which Hinata had of course worn proudly despite tripping over it several times. When the two of them had sat down to lunch, he took one look at Kageyama shivering in the cold wind and insisted they share the material for a little while. Kageyama had been secretly grateful at first, but now…

“Would you stop darting all over the place?” the setter cried as he was once again pulled forward against his will when Hinata went chasing after something the wind tried to snatch away. “You’re going to kill me!” He’d already almost choked on his milk and barely been spared from biting into his own finger instead of a carrot stick.

“Don’t be dramatic, Kageyama,” Hinata replied, sitting back up again. “Would you rather be cold?”

“At this point, yes!” Kageyama huffed. At the sight of his friend rolling his eyes, something inside him reacted automatically. He grabbed Hinata around the middle and yanked him closer, trying to get under his coat to tickle his belly and sides without looking like he was assaulting the redhead.

“Ah! W-What are you – Kageyahahahama!” Hinata squealed, realizing immediately the danger he was in but far too late to try and escape it. He giggled preemptively, squirming in the setter’s hold. “Dohohon’t be such a wihihimp! Next time I wohohon’t share my scarf with you – ah!”

Kageyama smirked victoriously. “Gotcha.”

“Nohohohohohoooo, Kageyahahahahahama! Dohohohohohon’t!” Hinata pleaded, giggling helplessly as his friend scratched and scribbled at his belly and hips as much as he could reach under his bulky winter coat.

“No fun being stuck to another person when you can’t get away, is it, Hinata?”

“Yohohohohou’re the one who agreheheheheheheed to this!”

“Oh, so it’s my fault?”

“Yehehehehehehes!”

Kageyama abandoned all pretenses and tackled his friend to the cold ground, unzipping his coat in a hurry to get to his ribs – his real weak spot. Hinata threw his head back and cackled hysterically, kicking and squirming all the while, but the scarf connecting the two of them made certain he wasn’t going anywhere fast.

It all ended up being much more fun than either of them anticipated.

#fanfiction #tickle drabbles #coffee shots #sentence starters #compilation #haikyuu #hq #kageyama tobio #hinata shoyo #nishinoya yuu #asahi azumane #daichi sawamura #sugawara koushi

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