#fun and games and exploding cakes

[dragonbornphoenix]

A little birthday present for my lovely and amazing friend Andithiel who also happens to be one of the best HP fandom writers.

Thank you for your friendship and for everything else, Andi! YOU are the true gift! 💖

Cake-a-licious!

Draco watched Harry try to assemble the cake. His right eyebrow had gone to meet his hairline and looked ready to abandon his face and run away. “What, in Merlin’s name, are you doing?” 

“What does it look like I’m doing, smarty pants?”

“Looks like you are murdering an innocent cake right in front of my eyes.”

“Ha ha, you’re such a comedian, Draco! You should do stand-up comedy!” 

“I am standing up, aren’t I? And that poor cake is being tortured within an inch of its life.”

“The cake is fine. It’s you who’s torturing my ears. Go away and let me work in peace.”

“I don’t see any peace here, only savagery and barbarism. Let. Me. Help. You!”

“I was cooking and baking while others chewed your food before they fed it to you; I don’t need any help.”

“And I am a seven-Michelin-starred chef, so whatever point you are trying to make is ridiculous. What you are doing is an affront to the natural order. You should at least have chosen a simpler cake.”

“Andithiel deserves the best birthday cake, and I am going to give it to her!”

“Not from where I’m standing.”

“So go stand somewhere else!”

Draco looked at Harry. He was dishevelled, sweaty, labouring with fogged-up glasses, the tip of his tongue sticking out of his mouth, covered in unidentified substances, and bits of cake all over his clothes. The stubborn berk!

But Draco was just as obstinate as Harry. Andithiel did indeed deserve the most wonderful cake, and if he stood by and let Harry commit crimes against baking and cakes everywhere, what she would get would be a Frankencake begging to be put out of its misery. 

He stepped over and, with a light touch, shoved Harry away to take his place in front of the bench. 

“Hey! What are you doing?”

“Staging a coup and taking over. Damage control. Stopping an assassination. Saving us the embarrassment. Pick one. Or pick the bunch; they’re all accurate.”

Harry fumed. “Oh no, you’re not!”

“Oh yes, I am!”

Harry shoved Draco sideways, trying to gain his previous position. Draco held fast and shoved back. 

“I can do it on my own; I don’t need help!”

“That’s right, you need an intervention!”

“I’ll show you an intervention!”

What happened next was sudden and unexpected; while they shoved each other and traded barbs, the cake exploded, covering both of them from head to toe!

“What…” Draco said. 

“How…” Harry said. 

They locked eyes, gaping at the empty space where the cake sat. Shock hit them like a sledgehammer, leaving them speechless. A few seconds later Draco erupted into laughter, throwing his head back, his entire body shaking with amusement.

“It killed itself!” he wheezed. “It couldn’t take it any more!”

Harry joined him, shaking his head. He reached out and scooped a small chunk from Draco’s cheek. He sucked his finger, and an obscene moan came tumbling out. 

Draco took half a step to close the distance. “You have a bit of filling here,” he said before leaning in and kissing Harry on the lips. “Delicious!” he breathed, looking into Harry’s eyes. “The cake is alright too.” 

Harry threw his arms around Draco’s neck and kissed him like his life depended on it. It was filthy, sensual, and glorious. 

“What am I going to do with you?” Draco whispered. 

“Not divorce me, I hope.” Harry replied and leaned his forehead against Draco’s.

“If that was your pathetic attempt at getting rid of me, do I have news for you. You’re stuck with me. For life.”

“In that case, what you are going to do is take me to the shower and help me wash away all the mess. For the next two hours.”

"Including the one we'll make?"

"I said all, didn't I?"

“With pleasure. But first, I’m going to lick every little bit of cake off your skin.”

And so Andithiel’s cake was forgotten in a haze of lust, love, and dirty sweet talk. But she didn’t mind one bit. After all, cakes are temporary, but love lasts forever.

 

[sheetzking]

heres a big compilation of a3 stuff ive been doing, some of it is a few weeks old and i just messily coloured in alot of it 👍

i actually had some more stuff in my WIP folder but im not sure when ill be finishing all that stuff off since i have something in mind for pride month!! anyways!!! huzzah!!

[himasgod]

PLEASEEEE platonic Malleus x reader where he just judges your taste in men

Basically calling u out bc *gasp* you like THEM?!

If I could REALLY ask about who are THEM pls pls PLS make them Ace, Riddle, Leona, Vil and Kalim (I'm a slut okay)

Malleus and Reader

Where he complains about the boys you like

How would Malleus complain when you told him about the boy you like?

With Ace, Riddle, Leona, Vil and Kalim.

APPROVED ONES EDITION

I BUSTED MY ASS WRITING THIS. PLEASE, SOMEONE MAKE A REQUEST WITH OTHER CHARACTERS. I’M DOWN TO DO ALL OF NRC.

"I think Ace is kinda cute, actually.” Malleus, blinking slowly: “…You think who is what?”

He turns his head toward you like he’s just spotted a crack in the very fabric of reality. There’s silence. You swear the air gets colder.

“Ace Trappola. The one who argued with Professor Trein over homework formatting. The one who once attempted to cheat on a pop quiz and still failed. The one who slapped Rosehearts's face. That Ace Trappola?”

You nod.

“You are aware that, last week, he mooned the enchanted armor in the hall and declared it ‘a win for man over machine,’ correct?”

“Okay but—”

“And this is the person you've found appealing.”

He stares ahead, hands folded behind his back, voice unnervingly calm

“He treats life as a game he does not know the rules to, nor does he care to learn them. He teases you daily, refers to you as ‘bro�� and once called you ‘mid.’ And this endeared him to you?”

“...Maybe?? He’s fun! And kinda smart—when he wants to be.”

Malleus places a hand over his heart.

“You must never let Lilia hear of this. He will not survive it.”

Malleus Draconia does not approve!

“I think Riddle’s really admirable. I like him, Like, he’s passionate and smart and—”

"Interesting."

Malleus, 0.02 seconds later: "Concerning, but interesting."

He tilts his head like an owl and stares directly into your soul.

“You speak of someone who nearly sentenced you to public decapitation for wearing the wrong socks.”

“That was a month ago! He’s mellowed out—”

“The same Riddle who recites bylaws at breakfast? Who lectures you for yawning during study hall, claiming it disrespects the sanctity of ‘scholarly hour’?”

“Okay, yes, but he’s also really driven. Like, I respect his work ethic—”

“He once corrected Silver’s grammar in the middle of a fire drill. The building was actively burning.”

You open your mouth. Close it again.

“You are attracted to a man whose idea of romance is likely organizing your schedule to the minute and berating you lovingly when you are sixty-two seconds late.”

He sighs, deeply, as if bearing the weight of your poor judgment alone.

“...You deserve flowers. Not spreadsheets.”

Malleus Draconia does not approve!

“I dunno, I think Kalim’s kind of sweet…”

“Sweet?” he echoes, tone vaguely offended. “You once nearly perished because he brought exploding fireworks into a dining hall.”

“But he apologized! And then he bought everyone cake!”

“He bought seventy cakes. Half of which were flan. You were comatose from sugar consumption for two days.”

"He meant well!! He just wanted people to be happy!”

Malleus pinches the bridge of his nose like you’ve just announced your intent to marry a hurricane.

“He does not understand the concept of ‘danger,’ nor ‘budget.’ Nor the line between ‘generosity’ and ‘bankruptcy." Even if he's rich.’”

He looks at you very seriously.

“If you confessed your feelings to him, he would likely throw a parade. During a thunderstorm. On carpeted floors. With live tigers.”

"That sounds kinda romantic though.”

“That sounds like a liability.”

He sighs, turning his face to the heavens as though begging some greater power for strength.

“It is not love, it is survival. You are enamored with chaos dressed in gold.”

Malleus Draconia does not approve!

"I think Leona’s really… alluring.”

“Ah.”

Malleus, slowly turning to face you.

“You enjoy being insulted, then.”

“What—no?! I mean, he’s confident! And smart! And he has that whole… brooding bad boy vibe—”

Malleus raises one elegant brow, his tone somehow both dry and royally disappointed.

“You are referring to the man who skipped an entire midterm because he was ‘emotionally allergic to mornings.’”

“He just needs someone to believe in him, y’know?”

“Believe in him? He kicked you off a sand dune because he ‘felt like it.’ He naps in alchemy. He once said, and I quote: ‘If it looks like effort, I’m not doing it.’”

“He’s just… misunderstood!”

“He is perfectly understood. He is chaos made of ego and nap schedules.”

“You would become his favorite pillow, his errand assistant, and—if you are lucky—his designated ‘person he smirks at when bored.’”

He puts a hand on your shoulder, face solemn.

“You do not need a man with a superiority complex. You need one who knows the day of the week.”

Malleus Draconia does not approve!

“Okay but… Vil is gorgeous. Like. Undeniably.”

“And tyrannical.”

“He’s disciplined! He has standards!”

“He once threatened to replace your entire wardrobe because your color palette was ‘offensively autumn.’ You were wearing beige.”

“He just wants me to shine!”

“He wants you to be a doll. A well-dressed, properly postured, kale-eating doll who never slouches and only drinks water with lemon slices.”

“And you think that’s bad?”

“I think if you gained three pounds he’d try to ban sodium from your life.”

Malleus looks at you like you’ve brought home a sentient blender and called it your soulmate.

“You would never have peace. Only toning creams and judgment. He once insulted Lilia’s eyeliner.”

“Okay but—he’s driven and elegant and talented and—”

“And ruthless, dramatic, and convinced that only he knows what beauty is. If you had a bad skin day, he’d schedule an intervention. With a PowerPoint.”

He exhales, softly. Almost kindly.

“You are lovely as you are. Do not let him convince you that loveliness must be earned.”

Malleus Draconia does not approve!

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP Fic Idea: Online Siren

Danny makes a mistake. Or maybe he struck gold. Depending on the perspective you were looking through.

It starts one night when Sam, Tucker, Danny, and Jazz get together for a private party on Tucker's birthday. Mr. and Mrs. Foley had let them have the whole house to themselves on the agreement that it would only be the four of them. They would be keeping an eye on the security camera and motion detectors around the property. At the slightest hints of Tucker having a house party, the pair would return from Mr. Foley's sister's house to shut it down.

The group of teenagers were more than happy not to invite anyone. It's not like anyone would show- at least not with good intentions. They had an entire night plan- coffee drinks based on their types, video games, boardgames ones, painting hour, karaoke, movies, and cake after presents.

They all pitched in for pizza, and Sam offered to buy everyone breakfast in the morning. The party started at four and would end at ten the following morning. The boys would sleep in Tucker's room while Sam and Jazz crashed in the guest room together.

Danny hadn't had that much fun in such a long time that he didn't even shy away from Sam's video camera while singing. The youngest Fenton has always had a fantastic singing voice, but his stage fright has stopped him from showing off his skill in front of anyone who was not close friends or family.

The following morning, while eating at Tucker's favorite breakfast restaurant, Sam checked her phone after noticing all the buzzing. Danny could catch her face turning pastly white at whatever was on her screen. She taps aggressively, nearly frantically, which gains the attention of Tucker and Jazz.

"Sam? Everything good?" Jazz asks gentely.

"I..no..I'm sorry, Danny," She whispers after staring hopelessly at her screen. "I meant to save it in our private share, not...the anonymous one."

"What?"

"I...post poetry anonymously on this voice website. It's audio recordings only." She explains, placing the phone on the table. Her voice is hesitant. "Last night....I accidentally posted the video of you singing from the Karaoke machine I saved. The one from the Realms. And some of my followers saved it and shared it. It's trending."

Danny feels his stomach drop into his legs. "What?"

"No one knows who you are!" Sam blurts as Tucker quickly pulls out his own phone. A few seconds later, Danny's voice blares out of his speaker, the melody blending well with his singing. The Karaoke has a recording option that deletes background noise, making it far more professional than four teenagers dancing around the Foley's coffee table.

"Dude, this sounds amazing," Tucker says after a moment. "I can't believe I finally have a recording of your singing. Just look at these comments!"

The song is an open domain in the Infinite Realms, telling the tell of the first King's fall. It's rather popular for its revolutionary themes and near musical lyrics that blended with the rapid flute melody, so finding a ghost willing to share a Karaoke version took nearly no effort. People online think Danny was the songwriter.

The song on Sam's page had ninty-thousand listens, with just as many downloads- each download places ten cents in her account. So far, Danny's singing has made nine thousand dollars. It's only been twelve hours!

It got so much traction because Damian Wayne had made an edit with a popular anime and posted it on his personal account. His small usage had exploded Danny's song in only a few hours.

"Take it down!" Danny hisses, slapping a hand over Tucker's screen and glancing at nearby tables. "Sam, please take your post down."

"I did! I swear! But it's too late to stop it from spreading on the WorldClip." She tells him, and Danny's heart feels like it will explode until Jazz gently speaks up.

"Sam, can Danny have those nine grand?"

His best friend blinks momently, thrown by the question before she nods, "Of course! It's his money."

"Hmm." Jazz taps her fingers under her chin before turning Danny's face towards her. It's not until her gentle pats on his back that he realizes he is hyperventilating. "You should post more on that anonymous website. Sam can write the songs, Tucker can make the music, and you can sing."

"What!?" He choked, shocked she would even ask him. Tucker and Sam are eyeing them with wide eyes, frozen in their seats. No one knew where the fear had come from, but the two knew how badly Danny reacted to the idea of performing.

Tucker first met Danny when the boy panicked in the music room. After it was announced, the students would be singing Twinkle Little Star in the first grade. It was the first time Tucker had ever called nine-one-one, too.

He was praised as a hero, while Danny was scolded for overreacting. Tucker had held his hand until the sobbing boy's parents came to pick him up and has never left his side since.

"Danny, this fear has always left you in shambles. I think it would help you. This could be a form of exposal therapy," She says, then shrugs her shoulder. "Think about it. No one will know who you are, but your music could reach thousands without you ever having to show your face. You could pay for the college you wanted to go to in Gotham this way. All of you."

Neither Danny's nor Tucker's parents could afford to send them to Gotham University despite it being their dream school. Sam's parents refused to pay for a "useless" degree such as Botany. They had been growing uneasy with the realization dreams were not always promised as the end of the senior year approached in only a few short months.

They would never ask it of him, but Danny could see the genuine hope tucked in their eyes as they waited for his response. He licked his lips, feeling his heart still beating a mile a minute under his rib cage.

He didn't like being this paralyzed by an irrational fear. He also really wanted to help them reach their dreams.

So Danny opens his mouth and whispers, "Only until we can get to Gotham to find jobs"

Jazz's smile is bright.

________________________________________________________

A few months later, Damian practically runs Tim over in his rush to connect to the game room's surround system. Jon is hot on his heels and has the decency to shout an apology as the pre-teens rush by.

"Hey! Watch it!" He still screams at their backs, irritated. "I could've dropped my croissant!"

"Sorry again Tim!"

"You're fat anyway, Drake!"

Tim rolls his eyes, adjusting his hold on his plate as Dick rounds the corner that the children had appeared from. "What's got them rushing?"

"Online Siren just dropped a new song." Dick laughs. "Dami is a bit of a fan."

"Online Siren?"

"That's right, you were in space for five months. Online Siren is this anonymous singer that everyone is going crazy over on the internet. He's an amazing singer, but because no one knows anything about him. Not even Babs."

Tim raises a brow. "He could be using autotune."

"Maybe, but Tim, I'm telling you. Listen to his music, and you'll find you can't stop. Siren is a fitting name."

"He can't be that good," Tim mutters, following his eldest brother into the game room, where Damian and Jon have blared the speakers to the loudest setting and dancing around.

Tim draws up short at the sight of Damian Wayne actually crying as he sings along to the lyrics, acting as if the singer was right there in front of him and he was a long-time fan.

Then, the music invades his ears, and Tim feels like he is ascending on a different plane. The smooth, near silk-like voice glinds into his chest, rattling his bones, and his knees shake when the man holds a soft, seductive "Oh" for a few seconds longer then necessary.

It sends shivers down his spine.

"What is this!? It's so good!" He screams at the dancing Dick, who laughs.

"I know, right!?"

"It's too good. I think this is a real siren." Tim continues, pressing his hands over his ears. His mind flashes back to the few months he spent with his team, running for a mind-controlling alien that had nearly trapped them in the third space sector. "Dick, we're in danger! Get around from the speakers! Mind control!"

Dick stops dancing with a sigh, muttering under his breath as Tim rushes to the control panel of the speaker system. As soon as he slams it off, Damian releases a screech of an angered cat and launches at him, demanding his music back. Jon flouts nervously on the side as the two youngest Waynes brothers roll on the ground, yelling insults and taking dirty shots.

"I wish I could enjoy things with my siblings without them ruining it." He mumbles, striding forward to break up the fight, only to scream when Tim pulls out pepper spray, yowling like a madman.

"Mind control! Mind control!"

"My EYES! "

"Drake, stop!"

"You'll never get me Siren! Never!"

".I'm going to go get Mr.Wayne!"

"Make haste, Jon! Bring my father to stop this baffoon-my eyes! Drake, you bastard!"

[cherryyluvs]

-MARK X READER, REX X READER✰

SUMMERY: A fair date with Mark & Rex that turns into a chaotic mix of rigged games and sweet moments under the lights, because winning your heart is the real prize.

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨ ᰔ ୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

MARK GRAYSON !

The idea was totally his. Mark wanted to do something fun and different for your date. So when he saw that the fair would be opened, he knew it was perfect. He was excited, cotton candy, cheesy rides, and getting time to spend the whole night with you? What could be better than this? "Okay, we have to get funnel cake first. And then we have to get on the Ferris wheel."

Drags you straight to the food stands. Mark is always hungry, so of course the first thing he does is buy enough fair food to feed a small village. Corn dogs, deep fried Oreos, caramel apples. He's got it all.

Fails miserably at the games. He knows they're a scam but that doesn't stop him from trying to get you a gift. The ring toss? Impossible. “Uh. Okay. That was a warm up.” The 'Test your strength' hammer game? He definitely overestimates how hard to hit it and nearly breaks the whole thing.

Gets a little pouty about it.

Mark cheats just a tiny bit. You catch him using his Viltrumite strength to finally win you a prize. The game operator squints but they let it slide because Mark looks way too proud of himself. “See? I told you I could do it.

The Ferris wheel is the highlight of the night. He makes sure you guys get the seat right at the top, where the whole fair sparkles blow, the stars twinkling like diamonds in the sky. It's quiet, peaceful, and just for a second he forgets about being a superhero. It's just you and him <3

The nights ends by winning you a tiny trinket. Maybe it's a cheap bracelet or a silly fair prize, but he hands it to you like it's the most valuable thing over. "Here, now you'll always remember our first fair date."

REX SPLODE !

Rex pretends like he's too cool for the fair. "A fair? Babe, that's for kids." But the moment you guys there, he's dragging you toward the turkey leg stand like a man on a mission.

He refuses to buy just one thing. If there's food, he's eating it. "You ever had deep fried butter? No? Babe, you gotta try this." He's handing you the weirdest fair food, grinning every time you make a face.

Tries the basketball hoop game first. He thinks he's got this in the bag since he is an athlete after all. But the ball bounces off the tiny rim every single time, you're holding back a laugh while he's just standing there. “Nah, nah, I ain't leavin til I win somethin!" He ends up spending way too much money trying to beat one game.

He is going to win you something even if it kills him. “Babe, don’t even worry. I got this.” (Spoiler: He does not got this.)

At some point, he cheats. Look, it's not his fault his powers are useful! You didn't see him flick his wrist and make the ball explode off the backboard to land perfectly in the hoop. If the guy running the game didn't catch it, then did he really cheat?

“BOOM, BABY! WHO’S THE CHAMP?” He’s yelling while holding up the giant plush bear he just won.

Ferris wheel is his moment to be sweet. He acts like he doesn't care about "sappy fair crap", but when you two get to the top. He actually shuts up for once, looking at you, eyes soft. Before resting a hand on your thigh. “This ain’t bad, y’know? Just us, the view… kinda perfect.”

Ends the night with fireworks. If there aren't any fireworks at the fair, he makes some just for you. Just to impress you. "Boom. Fire works just for you." <3

[sourco0kie]

https://www.tumblr.com/sourco0kie/775427187568525312/self-aware-au?source=share

Hey loved this and found it so interesting...and got an idea for a whole self aware au...possibly could be a series if you find it fun enough to write...already love what you did with this first writing and defiantly wanna see it in action and your take on this:

Self aware au...cowardly y/n. Just imagine a y/n who gets sucked into the game and is so nervous about the story because of the fights, rivalries, and etc...like they know the story of cookie run so they are TERRIFIED at first when they first enter the world...maybe nervous at first when the cookies become self aware but scared when actually in the world as themselves but a cookie form...just a powerless cookie!

Cue them getting dragged through story, thinking they are gonna die...but here is twist, especially because of this writing I really liked: the cookies adore them! So every time they think they are about to die or get caught in the crossfire? Nope, they are perfectly safe and loved! Can't wait to see all the hilarious senarios of y/n panicking and thinking 'this isn't gonna end well for me' only to be immediately proven wrong via y/n being protected, comforted, or whatever you want lol!

AAAA I LOVE THIS IDEA!

Ideas are exploding in my head!

Self Aware Au

W/cowardly!Reader

You don't know how but you have been sucked into the game. At first you just wanna relax on the couch then suddenly, poof, you're in the game.

The first to meet you was the team. They saved you from a couple of cake hounds and cake wolves. You introduce yourself to them and oh what a wrong move.

Gingerbrave was instantly all over you, fawning on about you and finally excited to meet you. Both Pure Vanilla Cookie and Wizard Cookie were questioning how you got here.

That aside, Gingerbrave insists on having you travel with them. At first you don't agree, saying you rather not, already knowing what will happen next with all the spoiler episodes you watched. Wizard Cookie agrees with you until Gingerbrave literally begged for you to come.

Geez just like how you begged for new cookies to come home in your gacha.

You gave in and went with their adventure, honestly all the time traveling you felt bad. Not having the skill to do.. anything. They would reassure you every time, "It's okay.. [Name] Cookie. Just getting to know you along the way was a gift."

Gift? Okay Pure Vanilla..

Finally all of you arrived at the place, Beast-Yeast. Being there somehow gives you the chills, the crawling feelings of being watched.

You all met Elder Faerie Cookie. Soon White Lily Cookie. You both introduce yourself, luckily (or unluckily which ever you wanna see it) she doesn't seem to recognize you from outside the screen.

It's all great, until you meet him. Oh how the presence just makes you wanna coward back and run. Hide away from everything. Not to mention you can't do anything. And he can do anything he wants.

"Oh. I see I have quite an audience here! I am SO terribly sorry to have kept you waiting!!"

You froze, you can't move even as your mind screams at you to run. It wasn't scary when you passed this episode.. why is it now? Why do you feel fear now? Is it because you couldn't do anything, like closing the game?

"But now... The wait is over!"

Move your body, run! Anything!

"Your favorite trickster is here!

The sharp stares of his eyes, lands directly at you. Your body shakes. You know what will happen! You know what's next! But why are you still afraid? You expected this long ago!..

Oh what some silly thoughts!

Gingerbrave put a stance between you and the beast. He seems as scared as you are but.. he's determined enough to protect you. They all did.

The faerie kingdom fell into deceit, playing lies and truth like a game for fun. Shadow Milk Cookie returns once in a while to tell the stories Elder Faerie Cookie told them. But different.

It goes like you expected so you wouldn't fall for his lies easily. In one of the plays he described you. The divine, watching over them, Oh they were saddened when the five original power holders fell and sealed away.

No you were not.

At the end you watched as the team defeated the trickster. After he tried to swoop you away from them.

You watched both Pure Vanilla Cookie and White Lily Cookie exchange. Now you don't know where to go. You're lost without a home or anything. But they, accept you into The team with open arms. You have no choice either way, as you follow them to the next adventure.

[ssahotchnerr]

hi babe! was wondering if you could write something abt hotch + reader having their daughter’s first birthday and all of the team is there and it’s so cute and we get big brother jack.

maybe it including light bickering between them but it’s so clear they love each other so much still and it really is just pointless bickering. something fluffy for sure.

up to you! i trust your wonderful writing , thank u bunches !

- 🕷️ [is this anon emoji taken yet? oops if it is!]

take the bench

AHH that's so adorable 🥹 cw; fem!reader, jack calls reader mom, domestic banter <3 and aaron being very dad <3

"are you kidding, look how cute!" you exclaimed, holding up the little outfit for all to see. your daughter's tiny hands immediately made a grab at it. "this is perfect for spring."

"after two boys, i can't express enough how fun it is shopping for a girl." jj gushed, resting her chin comfortably on her hand. "new section of the store unlocked."

all had gathered for baby girl's very first birthday, and it's been quite the eventful afternoon. lively conversations, a plentiful spread of food, cake on the horizon.

currently your daughter was sat comfortably on your lap, while you orchestrated the whole present-opening extravaganza.

at her young age, she could pull the tissue paper out of the gift bags as instructed, you and jack helped with the actual paper ripping as needed. whether it was you tearing off a starter piece, or jack proudly fulfilling his big brother duties - simply unwrapping it entirely himself and excitably showing his sister what she had received.

and meanwhile, aaron had the most dad job: trash bag duty. it was right up his alley naturally, being sure to punctually collect the scraps of paper before they touched the ground; preventing a mess at all costs.

which ultimately, led up to a new game.

"jack," aaron grabbed his son's focus, holding the bag open and jack caught on instantly. he grinned, balling up and throwing the tissue paper in hand in aaron's direction.

it started off gentle; quiet cheers when jack made the shot, not to mention the growing smiles on both ends. but then it soon turned into them firing off at each other, a bit too aggressive in the constraints of the living room. jack's laughter heightened with each throw, and henry even began to join in from time to time.

while still enamored by the gifts, all thanks to her brother and father's volume, baby girl's attention was quickly drawn to them. she let out a high pitched squeal every time wrapping paper flew over her head and through the air, attempting to wiggle her way off your lap.

as much as you loved aaron and jack carelessly enjoying themselves, and the addictive giggles emitting from your daughter, you also didn't want to take the focus away from everyone's generous gifts. they had spent time, and money, and deserved the proper recognition in return.

"aaron." you warned lightly, raising an eyebrow when his gaze shot to yours - a silent, but loving nonetheless, quit it.

"alright bud," aaron caught the last makeshift ball from jack with his hand, shoving it into the trash. "take the bench. the ref is giving me that look."

"but dad-"

"you heard me. and your mother."

jack let out a small whine, but promptly complied. he returned to the stack of his sister's presents, shifting through and looking for the next one to give her.

"for someone on clean up duty, you sure are making quite the mess." you teased once you caught aaron's eyes again, jack placing the next gift in front of you, "a larger one, if i may add."

"mess isn't in my vocabulary." aaron quipped right back, a delightfully smug look on his face. "you shouldn't be the one talking."

you cocked your head to the side, comically, "oh?"

"who's side of the closet is currently exploding?"

"who's sock drawer has seen better days?"

"the parents are fightingggg." derek stretched out his voice, murmuring humorously under his breath and nudging penelope with an elbow. while the soft tone, his statement was for all to hear.

now, it was your turn to (lightly, as to not jostle baby girl) chuck a ball of wrapping paper at him. derek ducked, barely, laughing loudly as he straightened his posture back upright.

"good try, but not good enough mamas. you gotta work on your aim."

"see, i'm not making a mess." aaron teased as he came near to grab it off the carpet, taking a detour as well to give your lips a quick peck. "you have that title perfectly under control, darling."

you playfully rolled your eyes, a smile dancing its way onto your lips. aaron couldn't resist the sight, kissing you once more. "oh bite me, hotchner."

[rinirinisbestu]

DOUBLE DISGUISE!

Stupid plot!

Sportacus wants to be closer to Robbie, so he offers him to arrange a joint game with the children, as he always does (of course, Robbie will make excuses that he does not play with them but makes evil plans!), but this time Sportacus will be part of his performance!

They pretend to be detectives who came from far away to investigate one very important case and they would need several assistants who know LazyTown well… They have fun playing looking for notes with riddles in various places and eventually find what they were looking for… a huge delicious cake!

This idea came to me suddenly and I really liked it :D To be honest, I'm still very unhappy with how I draw Robbie, I promise I'll try to draw him more like himself :(

And also, imagine that Sportacus won't have to move as much as he usually does…. Let's hope he doesn't explode while he's just running from place to place instead of doing somersaults and push-ups

Perhaps I'll sketch more sketches on this plot if I have ideas, or maybe not

I hope you like it, I love you all very much, have a nice day!

[tobiosbbyghorl]

Hyper & Chill | psh

act 54: bachelor party

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The moment you and Sunghoon arrived at the venue, you could tell something was up. The lights were dimmed, and an unusual amount of giggling and hushed whispers echoed from behind the doors. Sunghoon squinted, already suspicious.

“I don’t like this,” he muttered under his breath.

You smirked. “What, afraid of a little surprise?”

Before he could respond, the doors burst open, and a loud “SURPRISE!” rang out.

You blinked, taking in the scene. A beautifully decorated private lounge greeted you, draped in soft whites and golds, with fairy lights twinkling above. Your closest friends and coworkers stood there, beaming.

“You guys!” You gasped, pressing a hand to your chest.

“Congratulations to the soon-to-be-married couple!” Jay cheered, raising a glass.

Sunghoon exhaled, relieved there were no male dancers in sight. “I knew something was up.”

Minseok grinned, throwing an arm around his shoulder. “Relax, man. No bachelor parties with strippers, just a good old co-ed bridal shower.”

“Because we knew you’d hate the idea of a bachelor party,” Karina added with a smirk.

Jake, laughing, gestured toward the center of the room, where a long table was set up with an assortment of drinks, fancy snacks, and—

Sunghoon’s jaw dropped.

“What the hell is that?”

At the center of the dessert table sat a massive cake, decorated in the most ridiculous, suggestive way possible. Heeseung choked on his drink, while Sunoo was already wheezing with laughter.

The cake was shaped like—well, something wildly inappropriate. And written across it in elegant cursive were the words:

“Here’s to a lifetime of dessert—and by dessert, we mean each other.”

You covered your mouth, laughing. “Oh my God.”

Hyein clapped excitedly. “It took us forever to find a baker willing to make that!”

Sunghoon just stared at the cake like it personally offended him. “I hate all of you.”

Jay patted his back. “Don’t worry, man. It’s symbolic.”

“Symbolic of what? My suffering?”

The laughter hadn’t even died down before Heejin announced, “Okay, let’s get to the games!”

Your stomach dropped. “Games?”

“Oh, spicy games,” Karina corrected, wiggling her brows.

Sunghoon groaned. “I should’ve left when I had the chance.”

The first game started simply enough—a trivia game about your relationship.

The trivia game had started out as innocent fun, but with your friends involved, there was no way it would stay that way.

Sunghoon should have known better.

Minseok smirked as he shuffled through a deck of cards. “Alright, lovebirds, let’s see how well you really know each other. If you get a question right, you’re safe. If you get it wrong, you drink.”

Sunghoon rolled his shoulders, confident. “I got this.”

Jay leaned back with a knowing look. “Sure, bro.”

The first few questions were harmless.

“What’s Y/N’s favorite flower?”

“Peonies.” Sunghoon answered easily, smirking at you.

You grinned. “Correct.”

“What’s Sunghoon’s dream vacation?”

You didn’t even hesitate. “A snowboarding trip in Switzerland.”

“Damn,” Jake muttered, impressed. “They actually know each other.”

But then, the real questions started.

Minseok’s grin turned evil as he read the next card. “What’s Y/N’s favorite position—and I don’t mean sleeping position.”

Sunghoon choked on his drink.

You gasped, smacking Minseok’s arm. “What kind of question is that?!”

Jay snickered. “A valid one.”

Sunghoon cleared his throat, ears turning red. “I refuse to answer that.”

Karina smirked. “Then drink.”

Grumbling, he took a sip of his whiskey, avoiding everyone’s amused stares.

Sunoo giggled. “Okay, Y/N’s turn.” He plucked a card and grinned. “What’s Sunghoon’s biggest weakness?”

You smirked, not missing a beat. “When I kiss the spot behind his ear.”

Sunghoon whipped his head toward you, eyes wide. “Lolov—”

The room exploded in laughter.

Jake whistled. “Oh, she knows him.”

Heeseung shook his head, grinning. “Damn, bro. You’re exposed.”

Sunghoon groaned, dropping his head into his hands. “I hate this game.”

“Next question,” Minseok chuckled, reading off another card. “What’s the pettiest argument you guys ever had?”

You and Sunghoon immediately turned to each other.

“The croissant.”

The entire room went silent before bursting into laughter again.

Sunoo wheezed. “The croissant?”

Sunghoon sighed dramatically. “She stole my croissant.”

“Oh my God,” you groaned. “We were dating for over a year at that point, and you still acted like I betrayed you.”

Jay wiped a tear from his eye. “Damn, that’s deep.”

Sunghoon crossed his arms. “Food theft is a serious matter.”

“You ate my fries literally a day before that.”

“That was different.”

Karina giggled. “Alright, moving on—what’s the most ridiculous thing Sunghoon has ever done when he was jealous?”

You pursed your lips, trying not to laugh. “Oh. This is easy.”

Sunghoon gave you a warning look. “Lolove—”

You ignored him. “One time, we were out for dinner, and the waiter kept being extra nice to me. Sunghoon got so annoyed that when the guy came back, he deepened his voice, looked him dead in the eye, and went, ‘She’s my wife, by the way.’”

The room lost it.

“I panicked!” Sunghoon defended himself, face red.

“You lied about being married because of a waiter,” Heeseung cackled.

Jake wiped at his eyes. “Bro, that’s next level.”

“You weren’t even my fiancé yet,” you teased.

Sunghoon huffed. “Well, now I am.”

Sunoo sighed dramatically. “Look at that growth.”

The game went on with more ridiculous questions, from “Who apologizes first after an argument?” (You—because Sunghoon is stubborn), to “Who takes longer to get ready?” (Sunghoon, and he denied it until your friends called him out).

By the end of the night, Sunghoon had way too many drinks, his face slightly flushed as he leaned into you. “Okay,” he mumbled, lips brushing your temple, “this was kinda fun.”

You smiled, squeezing his hand. “Told you so.”

Sunghoon sighed, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Still not eating that damn cake, though.”

As the trivia game ended (with Sunghoon still grumbling about the inappropriate questions and refusing to touch the wildly suggestive cake), the mood shifted to something softer.

Minseok clapped his hands together. “Alright, guys. Before we all get too drunk and Sunghoon starts whining about PDA, let’s do this properly.”

Sunghoon scoffed. “I don’t whine.”

Jake raised an eyebrow. “You literally told Y/N last week, ‘Babe, tell your friend to stop being so touchy, I’m gonna file a restraining order.’”

You laughed, remembering how Sunghoon had dramatically pulled you into his lap after Sunoo had hugged you for too long.

Sunghoon cleared his throat. “That was valid.”

Jay shook his head, grinning. “Anyway—let’s do this.”

Your friends gathered around, each of them holding their drinks, faces suddenly serious.

Karina went first, smiling warmly. “Y/N, Sunghoon—I’ve known you guys for a while now, and honestly? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a couple more annoyingly perfect for each other.”

Sunoo wiped a fake tear. “They’re soulmates.”

Karina laughed. “But really, Y/N, you’re one of the kindest, most caring people I know, and seeing you with Sunghoon? It just makes sense. You’re his person, and he’s yours. So, here’s to a lifetime of happiness, and to Sunghoon finally learning to share his food.”

Sunghoon huffed. “Never happening.”

Heeseung grinned, raising his glass. “I wasn’t sure if Sunghoon would ever settle down. I mean, he’s always been picky—with food, with clothes, with literally everything.” He paused, smirking. “But then he met you, Y/N. And suddenly, it was like he didn’t need to be so picky anymore. Because he had already found the best thing in his life.”

Sunghoon swallowed hard, gripping your hand.

Jake smirked as he raised his glass. “You know, I still remember the first time Sunghoon ever complained about Y/N.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Complained?”

Sunghoon immediately groaned. “Oh, no.”

Jake grinned. “It was back in college. We were all hanging out, and Sunghoon came in looking so annoyed. We asked what was up, and he goes, ‘Some crazy girl at the café just called me a thief.’”

Sunoo gasped dramatically. “A criminal? Our Sunghoon?”

You laughed. “Oh my God, that was you complaining about me?”

Sunghoon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I was not complaining.”

Jay smirked. “Dude, you were.”

Jake nodded enthusiastically. “He ranted about how some girl was so dramatic over a coffee order. Said she made a whole scene just because he accidentally took her drink.”

Sunghoon scoffed. “She did make a scene.”

You gasped. “Excuse me?! You stole my drink!”

Sunoo fake-gasped. “Scandalous.”

Heeseung chuckled. “So let me get this straight—your first ever interaction with Y/N was you stealing from her?”

Jay snorted. “And now she’s about to take your last name. What a full-circle moment.”

Sunghoon just exhaled dramatically, shaking his head.

Jake laughed, shaking his head fondly. “It’s funny, though. Back then, Sunghoon acted like it was the most infuriating encounter of his life. But fast forward a few years, and now? He literally can’t live without you, Y/N.”

Sunghoon fell silent for a moment, then turned to you with a small smile.

“Yeah,” he murmured, his thumb grazing over your knuckles. “I really can’t.”

The room collectively awed, and Sunghoon immediately groaned. “Okay, nope. That’s it. We’re done with this sentimental crap.”

But when you leaned over and kissed his cheek, his ears burned red—and despite his protests, the teasing from your friends only got worse.

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Screams, S’mores, and Summerween

A/N: Today is Friday the 13th, which I’m excited for because I planned a summerween party. I am a huge Halloween lover so I just had to write this idea! I hope you enjoy my silly fic no one asked for this but my heart and brain lol

There are a lot of things in this world Bob Reynolds doesn’t understand. Tax codes. TikTok. Why would anyone voluntarily eat candy corn? And now, apparently, Summerween.

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“Friday the 13th is in June this year,” you explained a week ago, sitting cross-legged on his lap while showing him a Pinterest board filled with plastic bats, eyeball cake pops, and something called ‘Boo berries.’ “It’s like Halloween, but warm! We’re doing it. You, me, the team. Mandatory fun.”

He had nodded then, mostly because he liked when you got that excited, but also because the idea of you smiling in a room filled with cobweb decorations and rubber spiders sounded a lot better than another evening of pretending the team liked each other. 

Now Bob’s not afraid of much. He’s fought off a lot of enemies, overcame addiction,  and contained the Void. He could punch holes in space-time. But right now? He is afraid...of glitter. Specifically, the metric ton of glitter currently coating your kitchen counter, your floor, and somehow—his eyelashes. “Sweetheart?” he asks gently. “Is it supposed to... sparkle this much?”

You’re hunched over a glue gun like a woman possessed, eyes wild with craft-induced power. “It’s not done until it looks like a spirit Halloween and a haunt Michael's exploded.” He nods slowly. “Of course. Haunted Michael’s. That’s a quantifiable goal.” You hand him a half-finished garland of skulls wearing sunglasses. “Here, can you string the rest of these? I already cut the twine and pre-punched the holes.”

Bob takes it carefully, like it’s fragile cosmic glass instead of plastic party decor. “On it.”

He doesn’t question the task. Doesn’t even ask why one of the skulls has rhinestone eyebrows. He just sits beside you, golden energy sparking faintly at his fingertips as he ties perfect little knots on each one.

“Bob,” you say suddenly, not looking up, “do you think the team is going to hate this?”

“They’ll live,” he says easily. “You’re sure?” You ask more timidly now. He glances at the Summerween Master Plan taped to the fridge—color-coded by activity type, with a danger level rating system. “You’re throwing a party with themed snacks, nostalgia games, and a fake eyeball piñata,” he says. “Worst case? John trips over a fog machine.” You groan and lean into him. “I just want it to be fun. I want it to become like... a good memory.” He presses a kiss to your temple, fingers still carefully looping twine. “Then it already is.” You glance up at him, misty-eyed. “You’re sappy.”

“I’m supportive,” he says, deadpan. “And possibly covered in googly eyes.” You look—and sure enough, two plastic eyes are stuck to his bicep like they’re trying to wink at you. You cackle. He smiles at the sound, then he leans over and grabs a glitter-covered witch hat from the table.

“Do I wear this like... forward-facing witch, or jaunty side angle?” You blink. “Wait, are you volunteering a costume?” He nods completely seriously, “Witch-husband. For morale.” You beam. “Bob Reynolds, destroyer of voids, king of my heart.”

“And part-time party intern,” he adds, sticking the hat on completely backwards. You let him keep it that way.

When you invited the team to the party they looked confused. Alexei cheered and talked about how glad he was to not be the only one planning team bounding anymore, Bucky shrugged and mumbled “Just tell me when to show up” But Ava questioned it. “Let me get this straight,” Ava says, “You dragged us all in here to celebrate… fake Halloween?”

“It’s Summerween,” you correct, taping a paper bat to the wall. “Friday the 13th in June. It’s spooky season’s off-brand cousin. Horror movies, themed snacks, vaguely cursed backyard games. It's a total vibe.” John shakes his head and mutters, “You fabricated a holiday.” 

“It’s totally a thing now” Bob shrugs from the couch, already wearing a black tank top that says Camp Crystal Running Team and his witches hat. He gives you a soft smile. “Besides, she made mini pizzas shaped like jack-o’-lanterns.” He could tell the team was hiding their excitement, especially when Yelena asked “...what kind of pizza?” 

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Now Bob is sitting on a couch that smells vaguely like burnt marshmallows, watching Ava stare down a bowl of gummy worms like it’s a threat, he can confidently decide that all this work was absolutely worth it. You float by carrying a tray of what you proudly call “mummy dogs”—hot dogs with croissant rolls wrapped around them and offer him one with a wink.

He takes it. He eats it. It tastes like joy and effort and at least six Pinterest fails you didn’t let him see. “Hey,” you say quietly, crouching beside him with your hands still full. “Is this dumb?” He shakes his head instantly. “No. Not at all.” You look over at him unsure, “You sure? I think Barnes is plotting to set the candy bowl on fire.” Bob gave you a look, “Princess…He would do that on normal days.”

You smile, and that’s it. That’s the reason he’ll sit through two more slasher movies and let John throw fake blood at him during ‘Serial Killer Freeze Tag.’ Because when you smile like that, like the world is soft for once, Bob feels grounded. Not like the Sentry. Not like the Void. Just... Bob. You’re curled into his side as the opening scene of Cabin in the Woods plays. Your heartbeat ticks against his ribs. The team is arrayed around you—Yelena already halfway through a candy apple, Alexei asking if zombies or vampires count as “enhanced threats.” Bob’s not paying much attention to the movie. Not really. Every time you flinch, he gives your hand a gentle squeeze.

“Do you want me to stop the movie?” he whispers after a particularly gory scene.

You blink up at him. “Why?”

“I could fly the DVD into the sun. Easily.” You snort. “Bob, sweetie, I made a schedule. We’re watching four movies.” He nods solemnly. “Then I will endure.” You rest your head on his shoulder. “That’s very romantic.” He chuckles, “Well I do try.”

It’s humid outside but you two are still sharing a plaid blanket. You’ve strung up lights across the backyard and organized an obstacle course of inflatable gravestones, glow sticks, and rubber axes. Bob had to tiptoe around carefully just to avoid stepping on a chocolate eyeball.

You’re running around, officiating Serial Killer Freeze Tag with the intensity of a commander, and he thinks you’ve never looked more beautiful. Hair a mess, shirt slightly smeared with fake blood, clipboard in hand. Bucky trips John so he ends up in the kiddie pool full of glow-in-the-dark skeletons. Yelena is chasing Alexei with a water gun that looks like a chainsaw. Ava phases through a tree and wins again. Bob watches you laugh and clap and cheer, and thinks, I could make a star, and it still wouldn’t be as bright as she looks when she's this happy.

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After the movie credits roll, after the eyeball piñata explodes in a cloud of sour dust and shitty candy, after the team half-heartedly promises to “never do any of this again,” it’s just you and him on the porch. Bob wrapped his arm around you and laid his cheek on your hair before muttering “That was… surprisingly fun.” You hummed, “You didn’t think it would be?” You could feel him shrug against you, “I thought you were messing with me.” He grins. “The scary part was how fast Yelena got competitive.” You laughed at the memory before cringing “She bit someone during Freeze Tag.” Bob nods. “Might’ve been the most terrifying part of the night.”

The string lights are still glowing. The paper ghosts are drooping. You’re leaning on his shoulder, warm and soft and smug. “Thanks for playing along,” you whisper. “Thanks for letting me.” You look up. “You liked it?” He nods completely content. “You were happy. I like you happy, it makes me happy.”

“You really got into everything.” You commented with a soft smile while threading your fingers through his.  “I could feel the spirit of Summerween flowing through me.” Your laugh danced through the air and brought a bigger smile onto his face. “Next year: matching costumes?” He pretends to groan. “Do I have a choice?” You tilt your head. “No.” With a very dramatic sigh he shrugs “Guess I’ll just have to be your ghost pirate husband.” You beam. “You do love me.” He kisses your forehead. “With my whole, undead heart.”

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Over My Dead Body

Got writer's block on the fic I mentioned with X23 so I wrote this to keep my creative juices flowing. 😁 Hope you guys don't mind. lol I swear this was just going to be a little drabble, buuuuuuut I got carried away. It was just like, I have an idea! Oooh I have another idea! And then it just spiraled. 🤣 I suck at writing short fics. lol

Probably not my best work, but just a little silliness between these two guys. Another fic where Wade discovers Logan is ticklish and goes all out on him. I very much enjoy tickle origin fics. 🥰

Again some somewhat movie spoilers, but if you haven't seen the biggest movie in the world by now then that's your fault. lol Then of course the typical foul language and Deadpool's dirty mouth.

"Deadpool and Wolverine"-verse

ler!Wade/Deadpool x lee!Logan/Wolverine

M/M Tickle Fic

Word Count: 5,139

"Fucking give me that remote, Wilson!" Logan let out a teeth-bared snarl while chasing Wade comically around and around the couch like in a Scooby Doo cartoon.

"But baby cakes, I want to watch 'Touched By An Angel'! Wade snickered, managing to stay just one step ahead.

"Fuck that shit! This is the final round for the Flames in the Stanley Cup, and I am NOT missing it!" He finally caught up to Wade and took him down with a flying tackle of heavy adamantium as they both crashed to the floor and the tv remote went sailing out of reach.

Logan quickly scrambled to his feet as he made a break for it, but Wade successfully grabbed his leg to trip him as he hit the floor again with the merc now up and giggling as he ran to claim the prize.

"Yessss! Home run! And the crowd goes wild!" Wade mimicked the sounds of a cheering stadium while triumphantly holding the remote over his head. However, this was instantaneously followed by a loud growl from Logan as he charged his roommate like a bull and slammed into him harder than a Mack truck.

Wade didn't have time to yelp as his body went flying across the room though the remote had been knocked from his grasp and dropped to the ground, exploding the case open as the batteries all popped out. Logan reached down to pick it all up, shaking his head in annoyance as he walked back over towards the couch and tried to jam the batteries back in properly.

"Motherfucking idiot. Just sit your stupid ass down and take the L. I'm putting on the hockey game and that's that."

But Wade wasn't through yet. He was having too much fun with this! He was always trying to get Logan to roughhouse and play with him, but with the X-man being such a stiff it was hard to get him to let loose. Alcohol usually played a big factor in getting Logan to loosen his inhibitions and engage, but at the current moment he was sober as a judge. 

Pissing him off was the next best thing, and Wade loved a good chase and the physical contact, even if it was of the more painful variety. They had a rule about not spilling any blood inside the apartment, but he knew Logan could be pushed too far sometimes and forget about that so Wade would usually back off before he reached that point.

Though at this present time he had only antagonized him a little bit so he knew Logan would be able to tolerate him just a smidge more.

Logan's hypersensitive ears easily picked up the sound of the energetic man coming at him again as he turned around just as Wade plowed all of his weight into him to tackle him onto the couch. Wade quickly took the position to straddle the man's thighs and started making grabs for the remote as growling curses were hurled at him.

"Goddammit! You juvenile fucking moron! Just back off! The only way you're getting this is over my dead body!"

"Bet," Deadpool nodded and kept up in his efforts.

As they played slap-hands fighting to get a hold of the controller it slipped from their grip, hitting Logan in the face on its way down before sliding inside his collar down into his button-up overshirt.

"Nice going, captain loser. Don't worry, I'll get it!" Wade immediately went after it as he haphazardly began squeezing and poking around Logan's midsection as he tried to find the location of the remote hidden beneath the fabric.

As irritated as he was Logan now found that he had a new problem as his body started involuntarily reacting to the way Wade was grabbing at him. It was making his skin crawl. Shivers running up his spine as he began to writhe underneath the other man, trying to avoid the touches.

"Stop squirming, would you? You're making this way harder than it has to be. And I can't find the remote either," Wade teased, always managing to slip in inappropriate innuendos, but Logan was too occupied to make a sarcastic retort as he frantically tried to grab and get control of Wade's busy hands.

"Q-Quit it, shithead!" Logan gritted through his teeth as Wade just clucked his tongue and shook his head.

"Oh c'mon! Stop fighting it and just give it up!" Wade's words held a double meaning in this situation as his hands moved lower, giving the grump a particularly firm squeeze around his hips as Logan couldn't hold it in anymore. 

His back arched off the couch accompanied by a loud snort; his nose scrunched as a soft string of giggles tumbled their way out. 

Upon hearing that Wade immediately stopped what he was doing; practically frozen in shock as he stared down at the bigger male below him. After a few long, tense moments a slow grin of realization started to spread over his face and Logan was suddenly overcome with a feeling of immense dread at what was about to transpire.

"Did...Did you just giggle?"

"....No," was all Logan could say lamely; his uneasy mind not allowing him to come up with anything else as Wade only smiled more.

"Now here's the plot twist that I never would have expected. You wanna tell me what that was all about? Forgive me if I'm finding it difficult to believe that a hardened tough guy like you could possibly be, dare I say it.....ticklish."

Logan's eyes betrayed him as they widened in pure terror; his brain frantically trying to figure out a solution to get him out of this mess, but his silence told more than enough.

"Ohohoho, you are, aren't you? Well this just made things a lot more sexy...I mean, interesting," Wade stroked his own chin, pondering the situation while Logan finally regained his wit and was now on the rebound to try to deny it.

"What? Are you kidding? Tch! I am not ticklish. Where the fuck do you come up with such stupid ideas?" He made his best attempt to sound convincing, but Wade could easily see right through his bullshit.

"I gotta tell you that all sounds exactly like something a ticklish person would say. A pitiful performance like that isn't going to win you any Oscars," Wade smirked before his eyes then drifted back down to Logan's torso, "Oh dear. It looks like the remote has fallen inside your shirt. Whatever shall we do?"

Wade was gently tugging at the front of his shirt as Logan narrowed his eyes.

"Just get offa me and I'll get it myself. Quit looking for excuses to grope me, ya fucking pervert," Logan growled deeply with his characteristic hard-as-nails Wolverine glare, trying to be as off-putting as possible to hopefully get Wade to lose the notion.

"But it's so confusing when your mouth says 'no', but your eyes say 'yes'," Wade grinned, giving a light tickle to Logan's sides that made him flinch, "By the way, what do you want your safe word to be?"

"Touch me and I will cut your useless motherfucking head off, Wilson."

Wade laughed chaotically and shook his head.

"Now that's kind of a mouthful to say. You should pick something easier like 'umbrella' or 'avocado' or 'supercalifragilisticexpialidocious'-"

Logan realized he was running out of time for stalling and was now struggling to push Wade off of him before he could actually carry out this heinous act, but the merc simply shoved his arms aside and launched his attack, tickling wildly along his ribcage.

"Oh I get it! You don't want a safe word! Very kinky! I like your style! Well you did say the only way I was getting the remote was over your dead body. Who knew it was going to be death by tickling?"

Logan made a strained grunting noise as he steeled himself and began writhing about, still fighting to force Wade off despite the fingers running along his ribs. He in no way wanted to give Wade the satisfaction of making him laugh and would hold it in for as long as he could.

"Looks like we've got a tough guy, ladies and gentlemen," Wade grinned, momentarily looking out at the camera then turning back to his victim, "You know in all the fanfics I've read it's always the toughest guys that are the most ticklish of all. Look at you doing everything in your power not to laugh. How cute. Too bad you're not going to be able to keep that up. I pretty much wrote the book on 'lerring."

Wolverine had no idea what that meant but could hardly fathom the idea that he was going to have to listen to Wade's annoying jabbering and teases without being able to give him a piece of his mind. Because if he even dared to open his mouth it was game over and he was going to fucking lose it.

"So are you like one of those guys who are only ticklish around here...," Wade squeezed and massaged into his sides as an involuntary grin stretched across Logan's face while keeping his jaw clenched, "Or are you one of those head-to-toe ticklish kinda guys? I'm betting the latter."

While still keeping one hand digging into his side Deadpool now reached up to teasingly trace his fingers with a feather-light touch over Logan's ear and down his neck as the man wrenched his head away and scrunched up his shoulder to try to cover up that side of his head.

"Ooooh so sensitive. Am I going to have some fun with you. All we're missing is the sweet sound of your laughter. C'moooooooon just let it out already. You're not embarrassed of your laugh, are you? I'm sure it's wonderful. Don't be shy now, it's just the two of us here."

Every word that came out of Wade's mouth was slowly eating away at Logan's resolve along with his mental capacity to resist the laughter building up inside of him. Giving into Wade's demands was not high on his list of favorable activities, but he knew it was about to happen whether he wanted it to or not.

"You are one hard nut to crack, I'll give you that. But that's okay, it's just going to make breaking you even sweeter. Heheh, look how red your face is. You look like you're about to explode. I just need to find the right spot to poke that bubble and free you of your burden. Hmmm, I think I know where....," Wade smirked big time as he changed tactics to thrust his hands underneath Logan's arms and furiously tickle into his armpits.

The battle was finally over. Logan had fought for as long as he possibly could, but he just couldn't take it anymore. With Wade having honed in on one of his most sensitive areas he felt his lips make one last valiant effort to stay sealed as they trembled right before releasing his loud, pent-up outburst.

"HAHAHaahaha! AhahahahaStop! Stahahahap ihihhit!" Logan hollered as he managed to shove Wade's hands out of his pits, though they immediately latched onto his waist and dug right in. Wade was beyond pleased with this turn of events.

"Ahhhh there it is. And it's just as adorable as I imagined. See? Nothing to be embarrassed about," Wade's grin encompassed his whole face as he didn't let up and kept kneading his thumbs right above Logan's hips.

"I wahahahasn't embahahaharrassed, ya dehehehense fuhuhuhucking prihihihiiick!  Gahahahahaa! Just didhihihidn't wahahahaha-wahant to gihihihive you the sss-satisfahahahaction!" Logan struggled to speak clearly through his laughter as he twisted and squirmed, trying to wriggle out from under the other man.

"Well mission failed, my little stud muffin. I can't believe you've been hiding your ticklishness from me all this time. Think of all the fun we're going to have together now!" Wade exclaimed with pure glee as he moved back up to the ribs now that he was receiving the reactions he wanted, making Logan cackle uncontrollably.

"Fuhuhuhuhuuuuck!! Okaahahahay! You gohohohohot meheheee! I'm tihihihicklish! Now fuhuhuhuhuhuck ohhohohoff!" Logan's hysterical proclamation was accompanied by a series of hard snorts, making Wade's face light up even more.

"You're a snorter?! Oh that's just so precious! How can you expect me to fuck off after hearing that?! Nononono, I think I will keep fucking on, thank you very much! Besides if I stop now then this will be the shortest tickle fic ever written!" He increased his speed, probing between every rib bone as he played his friend's sides like a ticklish piano.

Logan surprisingly laughed even harder, wheezing for air as he continued letting out a snort every few seconds with his burly arms pitifully clamped as tight as he could against his sides. Nothing was stopping the devilishly dexterous fingers of his hyper roommate though.

"Wihihihilsonaaahahahahah.......sssstooooohahahahahahooooop! I'll....I'll gihihihihive you ohohone lahahahast chaaa-EEEHEEHEEHeheheheheheeh!" Logan literally squealed much to his chagrin as he broke into high-pitched giggles with Wade switching spots to now claw mercilessly at his stomach and waist.

"Oh I've never heard a Wolverine squeal before. It's just the gift that keeps on giving. Definitely going to need that as my new ringtone. But hmmm, I think this could be better...," Wade mused as his fingers kept scratching over the buttons going down Logan's flannel shirt, no doubt hindering his tickling efforts if only a little.

In the next second he grabbed Logan's overshirt and pulled hard in opposite directions to pop all the buttons as the remote was finally freed and clattered to the floor. The mercenary smirked as he saw that Logan wasn't wearing anything underneath as his hairy, heavy-muscled torso was now on full display.

Logan was grateful that it had all stopped and the remote was now nowhere near him as he leaned his head back and tried to catch his breath.

"........Fuck......Okay.....You win you win. Just take the fucking thing.....and go ahead and watch your stupid ass shoHOHohOhOHOhoW! NAAAAHOHOHOHOOOOO!!"

Logan had thought it was over, but his momentary sparkle of hope vanished instantly as Wade paid the controller no mind and lunged for him again.

"Ahh yes, that's much better! Now I can really get my hands in here!" Wade smirked in delight with his fingers currently buried and wriggling into Logan's armpits while the feral man roared with deep belly laughs before fizzling into helpless wheezes.

"Ohoho you're very tickly here, aren't you? Bet you wish you would've chosen a safe word now, huh? Or not. Maybe you're enjoying this. Is that it? Don't lie to me now."

"I'm gohohohohonna fffffff-aaahahahhahahah.....fuhuhuhucking k-kihihihill yooooou!" Logan wheezed out as he weakly smacked at Wade's arms and haphazardly kicked his legs around.

"Awww don't be mean, Peanut. I just can't get enough of the sound of your laugh. That's not a crime, is it?"

Logan couldn't remember having ever been tickled like this. It had been so long since he'd been this close to anybody, and his memory of such things was pretty fuzzy of anything that happened before his regrettable incident. After those events he'd become even more withdrawn and had fallen deep into depression from the unbearable guilt he felt, confident that he never deserved to be happy again.

And then this annoying little fucker appeared at that bar one day and dragged him on the wildest, most fucked up adventure he could ever recall being on. If at the beginning of all that someone had told him that Wade and he were going to become great friends then he would have laughed right in their face.

But it did happen, and Logan was taken-aback to finally be around someone again who actually cared about his well-being. Someone who wanted the best for him and to make sure that he knew that he mattered. Someone who wanted nothing more than for him to be happy.

And Deadpool was always trying to make him laugh. The look of genuine happiness on Wade's face was unmatched whenever one of his jokes managed to land and make Logan chuckle. The X-man seemed to smile a lot more these days, but laughing was still a rare occurrence for him, which is why Logan was so defensive against the tickling that was currently causing him to do so.

But could he say with complete honesty that he truly hated all this? The answer irked him a little bit because it was no, he didn't hate it, but he was conflicted because he still didn't think he should be allowed to feel pure joy again. 

He felt that guilt come up again when he admitted to himself that laughing like this actually felt good. He didn't deserve to feel good. Ever. But obviously Wade had a difference of opinion on that. Wanting him to smile. Wanting him to laugh. Wanting him to let go of his guilt and be happy in this universe that undoubtedly wouldn't be here without him.

"Don't think I forgot about this little sweet spot!"

Wade brought him out of these thoughts rather quickly once he began scribbling all ten fingers over his taut, bare stomach as the Wolverine tossed his head back in howling laughter with his eyes squeezed shut and tears forming in the corners of them.

"Coochie coochie coo! Awwww wittle Wolvie is so ticklish! Yes, he is! Yes, he is!" The merc cooed playfully, knowing all these teases were key to breaking down Logan's mental barriers. And it was working as Logan finally stopped feeling sorry for himself and just gave into it all.

"W-Waaade nooooo! Aahahahahahaah! Cuhuhuhut it ohohhohout! Pleeheheheheeease!"

The merc cocked his head in amusement, having never heard Logan even come close to begging for anything before.

"Oooooh this really is a killer spot, isn't it? Is this rock-hard belly of yours the most ticklish of all? How ironic," Wade mused while absentmindedly squirming a finger down into his navel, making Logan buck strongly and shriek with unrestrained giggles.

"Shihihihiiiiit! Aaaheehehehehehee! Noohohohooot in thehehehere! Fohohor fuhuhuhucks saahaahaakeheehehehehehahahah-st-stoohahahahop tihihihickling! You're kihihhihillin' meheeheehee!"

Wade's stomach did a little somersault at how vulnerable Logan was now being with him. It was all he ever wanted was to see his friend let go of all his anger and self-loathing of the past and surrender himself to the present day. 

Logan was laughing freely now. He wasn't grinding his teeth and trying to hold anything in anymore and he even stopped really fighting to get Wade off of him.  His face and chest were flushed, tears running down his cheeks as he just laid there in a squirming heap with his wide-open mouth releasing endless peals of laughter and pleas for mercy.

In all honesty Wade didn't want to stop just so he could keep Logan in this state for as long as possible where he was freed from the prison of his own mind, though he knew that he'd have to let him go eventually. Still not quite this second.

"Stop? But I couldn't possibly! Look how happy it's making you! I'd be an asshole to rob you of that! Lucky for you I'm such a good friend, huh?! Tickletickletickletickle! Laugh it up, buddy!" He kept ruthlessly tickling his heaving belly while his other hand slid up to creep back into his armpit, rendering Logan into a powerless wheezing wreck.

"Nohohohooot fahahahaaair! Baahahhhahahaha! Wahahade pleeeease! I cahahahaa-cahahaan't tahahake anymohohohore! Uhuhuhuhuncle!"

Between Wade's unrelenting yapping and Logan's loud fits of laughter they both failed to hear the sound of the front doorknob rattling right before it opened and in walked Dopinder with several plastic bags of take-out in his hands.

"Hello? Your UberEats order is here, Mr. Logan. I've got your hot wings and your pizza rolls and your-AAAH!!" Dopinder let out a scream as he rounded the corner to find Wade straddling and feeling up a howling, red-faced and bare-chested Wolverine. 

Upon hearing the terrified cry Wade immediately paused what he was doing as he looked back over his shoulder like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Uhh heeeey Dopinder. Ummm.....This isn't what it looks like.....," he had a guilty look on his face, but quickly revealed his facade as he broke into a devious grin, "Just fucking with you! It's totally what it looks like!"

"And-And what exactly does it look like?" The younger man dared to ask despite his better judgement.

"Well you see Dopinder when two men start living together they begin to develop these feelings; feelings that cause them to get these strong urges that they just can't ignore and-," Wade's tirade of nonsense was cut off as Logan took the opportunity to give him a hard shove and flip him over the back of the couch between pants for air

"Fucking idiot. Don't...freak out, kid. The asshole....was just ticklin' me...is all," Logan breathlessly grunted while moving to take a normal seated position on the couch as Wade then popped his head up from the back.

"That's what he wants to call it. Wanna get in on this action, Dopinder?"

"Oh uhh hehe, n-no thank you. I actually have some more deliveries to get finished. Ermm, next time perhaps," he stuttered nervously as he gingerly placed the food down onto the coffee table in front of them and began to make his exit from the apartment.

"Don't think I'm not holding you to that," Wade teased, making his former cab driver blush and dart out through the door as Wade chuckled and nudged Logan in the shoulder, "Hehehe, did you see how flustered he got? I'll bet he's even more ticklish than you are."

"Leave the kid alone, Wilson. You'd probably kill him. He doesn't have a healing factor like I do," Logan snorted, bunching up his shoulders as Wade lightly ran a finger across the back of his neck.

"Ohh I can be gentle if I want. But I'm pretty sure you're the kind of guy who likes it rough," Wade teased as he moved around to the front of the couch to sit next to the other man, surprised to hear Logan let out a low chuckle.

"Was that a laugh? Nice to see you finally start to appreciate my elite level of humor. Maybe I won't have to start with the daily tickle sessions after all."

Logan made a face at that and lifted his brow.

"Daily? Yeah fuck no, that ain't happening. Once in a while......fine. But I don't think I could take it every day," he mentally shivered thinking about what Wade just put him through.

"Tell you what, you start laughing a little more at my jokes and I'll consider it. But no fake laughing! Because I can tell the difference! Especially now that I know what your real laugh sounds like and let me tell you it's going to be hard for me to get enough of it," Wade experimentally grabbed his knee, giving it a firm squeeze and digging his fingers in around the kneecap as Logan instantly wheezed out a laugh and quickly wrenched the hand off of him.

"Alrihight! I get it! Promise I'll try!"

"I guess that's all I can ask of you. Of course I'm still making it my mission to find everywhere else you're ticklish, and what other really bad spots you have.....unless you just want to tell me," Wade suggested with a grin as Logan just smirked right back.

"Now where'd be the fun in that?"

"You know, you are so right, you smug little honey badger. I gotta say though I'm liking this mood you're in now."

"Well it's your fault. Ya tickled me so bad I couldn't even think straight. Seems like you pushed all the negative thoughts right outta my mind," Logan confessed as Wade began to reconsider his earlier promise.

"Is that so? Hmmm maybe those daily tickle sessions are a good idea after all...," Wade teased just to watch Logan squirm at the thought again.

"I don't think so, bub. Besides, look what ya did," he gestured to his wide-open shirt, pointing at all the areas missing buttons, "You ruined my favorite fucking shirt, dickhead."

"Hardly. You've got like twenty of the exact same one. That's all you ever wear," Wade was quick to point out as Logan just shrugged with a smile.

"So? What's your point?"

"My point is you're a walking fashion disaster. But okay, I'll try not to be so rough next time. We can do the gentle stuff if you prefer. So for research purposes can you tell me how you feel about feathers, hm?" He grinned as he saw Logan shift uneasily in his seat.

"You're gettin' a little crazy now, Wilson."

"Oh c'moooon, just imagine a nice, fluffy feather teasing that big ol' neck of yours.....circling your little tummy button....stroking the backs of your knees.....threading between all your toes....I can't imagine that your feet were spared of your adorable weakness."

"Wade...."

"Oooh! What about raspberries?! Those are fun! Bet it would drive you insane if I blew them on your belly. How about we test that out really quick?" Wade took a deep breath and started leaning towards him with his eyes locked onto his stomach.

"Alright cut it out!" Logan's hand caught him by the face and shoved him kind of hard, though couldn't stop himself from chuckling as he shook his head, "Fuckin' hell, you've seriously got a career in how to mentally torture a guy."

"At your service," Wade tipped an invisible hat as he then surveyed all the bags of food on the table in front of them, "So what did you order all of this for?"

"I told ya I was gonna watch the hockey game. Can't watch it without some proper snacks now," he reached into one of the bags and pulled out a tall can of beer as he popped the pull ring and took a long drink out of it while the other man began removing the take-out boxes.

"Chimichangas? Since when do you eat chimichangas?" Wade looked over at him questionably upon opening one of the containers as Logan gave him a half-smile.

"I got those for you, dumbass. Thought maybe you'd wanna hang out and watch the game with me." 

Wade was left momentarily speechless, truly touched by Logan's unexpected gesture.

"Well.....yeah of course. I'd love to. But how come you didn't ask me earlier?"

"Didn't get a chance to because you started bein' an idiot and going off about some other stupid show....'Touched By An Asshole' or something. What kinda pervy ass show is that anywaahaahaays?" Logan giggled, rubbing at his ribs where Wade had now just indignantly poked him.

"It's 'Touched By An Angel', you disrespectful twat. And it's a national treasure. But besides the fact that I've seen every episode, I didn't really want to watch it. I was just trying to get a rise out of you. You seemed tense," Wade admitted as Logan only shrugged and sipped from his beer can.

"When am I not?"

"Umm...Right now. Honestly I haven't you seen this relaxed in.....ever. Even when you're drunk sometimes you're still pretty moody," Wade pointed out as Logan took it in and knew he was right. He'd literally been forced into laughing off all of the burdens that he had carried for many years. His mind currently free from all the adverse feelings and troubles that he'd been endlessly plagued. 

The effects were likely not permanent but at least for the time being he felt good. Having to suffer through a vicious tickle attack to achieve that was more than worth it he decided.

"Hmph. Yeah. I guess you're right," a smile broke across Logan's face as he punched Wade in the shoulder, "Thanks asshole."

"Any time. And if you ever change your mind about the daily ticklings then I'm your guy," Wade was glowing from the actual genuine appreciation he'd just received from the normally cantankerous Wolverine.

"Heh. We'll see," Logan smirked as he bent over to pick up the remote off of the floor and turned on the television ahead of them, switching channels until he found the right one, "So do ya even like hockey?"

Wade nodded enthusiastically.

"Love it so much that I've never watched a game in my entire life," he said matter-of-factly before clapping his hands in excitement when he saw Dogpool trot into the room, patting the spot on the couch next to him as she jumped up.

Logan sighed as he handed his roommate a beer, realizing that the next few hours were going to be filled with Wade obnoxiously asking questions about every little thing that happened in the game. Though he couldn't help but smile as he watched the man-child start happily eating the chimichangas while simultaneously feeding little bits of them to his unusual looking dog.

Truth be told they all were an unusual bunch. Not just the three of them, but Blind Al, Peter, and Dopinder, to name a few. All these people that Wade had brought into his life and openly shared with him. Not to mention without Wade's intervention he never would have met Laura; someone he found he made a fast connection with and was now someone he cared deeply about.

Really Wade had rescued him that day. Rescued him from himself and gave him another reason to keep on living for. He felt his heart warm as he looked over at one of the side tables where Wade kept a framed photo of all of their friends; only now it was a new picture that included Logan, Laura and Mary Puppins in it.

Logan's smile grew as he reached over to pat the dog on the head before Wade made a whimpering noise and leaned his own head towards him to receive the same affection. He chuckled and obliged for a few moments before getting a wicked grin on his face as he snatched the hair piece off of Wade's head, prompting a momentary yelp of pain from the scarred man.

As the merc rubbed at his head while glaring over at him Logan found it impossible not to start laughing while jokingly dangling the toupee up in his hand. Wade then promptly broke into a smirk that told him he was dead, though even with that warning Logan made no attempt to escape.

Wade easily knocked him onto his back again to mercilessly tickle his sides while at the same time making the Wolverine shriek by blowing those promised raspberries into his stomach. And they tickled just as badly as Wade had said.

Yes, they were an unusual bunch, but they were his whole world now. And Logan was never going to let them down. Over his dead body.

[adisillusionedauthor]

Could you do fic for Toto Wolff with wife reader? Their son, Jack and the younger drivers decided to terrorize the entire paddock with their little pranks. Add something else to it if you want to. I don't mind. Just something fluff and cute. Thanks!!! :)))

Prank War - Toto Wolff

Pairing: Toto Wolff x Wife!Reader

Masterlist

Warnings: Funny moments, cute Wolff family moments, small.

Word count: 650

Requested by: Anon

Another normal day at the paddock, until I see George walk past me, very annoyed: “What’s wrong, George?” I ask confused. “Jake and Oscar! They’re pranking everyone, be careful or you'll be next” He warns me, when he looks at me I can see that his face is full of flour. “What… What happened to your face?” I ask, trying not to laugh. He rolls his eyes jokingly and says: “Apparently ‘someone’ sent me one of those letters filled with flour and it simply exploded on my face when I went to read the fans' letters.” I laugh softly and ask: “Do you know if it was Oscar or Jake?” He looks around before whispering to me: “Apparently there’s a prank war going around, be careful, almost everyone is participating.” I laugh and nod, I start to walk towards the garage to look for my husband, Toto, and eventually I find him, cleaning his office. “The prank war?” I ask knocking on the door. “I don’t know what kind of competition this is… They’re attacking us, who have nothing to do with this game” He says, a little annoyed to clean slime off of his desk. “Where did they even hide it?” I ask confused. “The ceiling fan… They put a handful on top of it, when I turned it on, it flew everywhere” He says rubbing his temple annoyed, looking at a picture that was covered in slime. “Don’t worry… We can clean it. I’ll go get you something to eat, you must be a little hangry, love” I say, smiling at him softly.  I walked over to the coffee room, a  little confused by the door being half open, but ignored it and opened it. A bucket of water with red food coloring fell on top of me. “Jake!” I scream from the scare and  cold, he comes out from his hiding inside the coffee room, smiling at me sheepishly. “Sorry, mama… I planted it for dad…” He says embarrassed. “What do you mean? Does it have anything to do with how this prank war is working?” I ask, reaching for one of the small towels we keep in the coffee room just in case there’s a spill. “Well… We agreed that it would be a back and forth… We’d pick someone from outside the game and whoever pranked this person last won the round… And since Oscar pranked dad this morning, it was my turn to prank him” He says looking at the ground. “Well… I guess Oscar will have to prank me now?” I ask, drying my hair. “Yes… I’m sorry, mama” He says, opening his arms, asking for a hug and I was never good at telling him no, I hug him softly. “Let’s get this place dried and get your dad something to eat.” I say getting a piece of cake for Toto and handing it to Jake to take it to him as I clean around. We walk back to the office. Toto looks at me confused “You’re lucky you aren’t wearing white, sweetheart” He says teasing me, I laugh sarcastically. “Apparently it’s a back and forth… And we’re next, Honey” I say crossing my arms. “Let me guess, that was for me?” He asks softly. “Obviously” I say, getting my purse from the chair. “I’m going back to the hotel to get changed” I say, pecking Toto’s lips softly, he smiled into the small kiss and pulled me into another one. “Don’t take too long… We need to figure out how to get back on our son” He whispers loudly, to tease Jake. I laugh, resting my forehead on his shoulder “Got it, honey” I say, I kiss Jake’s forehead and go to the hotel to get changed, already thinking of some ways to get back at him and Oscar. This was a fun morning, a good way to start the saturday.

[sw33tsuccubus]

when reader is a child of Poseidon

Being a child:

people at camp are either afraid of you or love you. there’s no in between.

percy was avoided like the plague and then slowly became popular sooo

there are multiple aspects to Poseidon’s domain. “Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Sea God.” there are different powers you could inherit from him.

you could be in control of water, like percy. you could make toilets explode and bend a river to do your bidding. you could make yourself swim extra fast and you could talk to sea creatures.

you could control storms. you could control the wind during a storm, you could create hurricanes, you could create thunderstorms. Zeus would hate you, but who cares?

you could control the earth, causing earthquakes with sheer willpower. when you stomp, the earth rumbles a bit. you could crack the surface of the earth if you focused.

no matter what powers you inherit, you’re always able to breathe underwater and talk to horses. those are the main traits of your fathers children.

you have a smell of sea that just clings to you. you also heal when in water. your father is quite powerful.

Relations:

your father does his best to keep a decent relationship with you. he answers as many prayers as he needs to. he wouldn’t choose favorites between you and percy.

speaking of percy

you two bully each other about your habits. you make fun of his blue food, he’ll find something to poke fun at.

you two have an ongoing prank war. you once dyed his hair pink. he once put shaving cream in your shoes. it’s awful. sometimes you team up together to prank the Stoll brothers.

when you two team up during games, everyone’s scared. first off, you two are some of the strongest demigods at camp. second, you work so well together, almost like you speak telepathically.

tyson loves you. he finds out he not only has percy, but now you too!

he crafts you something, like he made percy his shield. it’ll be engraved with something related to you. maybe one of your favorite greek heroes, or what you look like during training. it looks neat.

the three of you all hang out with Mrs. O’Leary and it’s so fun. percy plays fetch with her and you chat with tyson while watching everything with a smile. the three of you team up against the hellhound to play tug of war and you always end up bruised and scraped. but it’s so fun!

Annabeth comes up with a name, like she has seaweed brain for percy. maybe kelp head or rain cloud or something related to your abilities.

Grover will hang out with you whenever. he’s usually busy with counsel duties, but he’ll make time for you. he likes walking through the woods with you and chatting about nature.

percy shows up wherever you live for your birthday if it isn’t during the summer. Sally is often behind him, bringing in a gift and giving you a nice hug. percy will pick you up and say something along the lines of ‘My baby sibling is growing up!’

the gift is normally blue candies or a pretty seashell. it’s very sweet.

Sally and your parent will talk about whatever while you and percy talk about what’s been going on at school while playing a video game on the television or playing some random board game.

if your birthday is during the summer, percy insists you hang out at the beach and have a picnic with Annabeth and Grover and any of your friends.

percy gets a blue cake from the pavilion and carries it to the lake where they all sing you happy birthday. some Hermes kid got their hands on candles so you could make a wish.

as new eras begin, percy grows more protective over you. he can’t lose anyone else.

you become friends with will while you’re left at camp while your brother takes off all the time. #1 best friends. some may call it a bromance

he makes sure you don’t do stupid stuff while also having fun with you. you go walking in the woods and he’s making sure you don’t scramble up a tree while also chasing you around.

you watch sunsets together and have little makeovers. you style each others hair (it’s really funny sometimes) and paint each others nails. you go to the archery range together, no matter how bad you are at it. you comfort him after a shift at the infirmary, and he’s there for you after you’re strained from your abilities.

you become a popular person at camp, but this time it’s not because you’re scary. it’s because you’re older and people realize you’re gonna look out for them all.

and also you’re the half sibling of Percy freaking Jackson, but whatever.

[merakiui]

Hi Meraki! I just read your post on Chubby Tako Azul as a mob character in a hentai game where MC is isekai'd in, and the brain blast it gave me was massive!

Just the thought of the main love interests just trying their hardest to start their hentai events with you, at some point just laying on a couch that came out of nowhere with only a blanket covering their crown jewels, hoping, nay PRAYING for a glance... (For some reason my mind jumped to Neige???? Don't really know why, could be all kinds of charas, definitely RSA version of Ariel should be one. Would be fun to have RSA be the main charas and NRC all being unsuspecting background charas, anyway-)

Meanwhile MC is biting their lip, sweating profusely, insanely aroused as they look at Azul cleaning his glasses with his button up shirt (because he's nervous and HE'S heating up and MC asked him out on this outing, becausetheywouldn'taskhimoutright??, and he was so in his head preparing that he forgot his glasses cloth(don't know if there's a proper word for that)) and unknowingly showing a bit of his round, soft, slightly blushed belly that's so ripe for squeezing and biting and kissing FOR FREE??? With his glasses off, MC can also see his beautiful eyes easier as they give off such a pretty glow with the lighting as they're sitting together getting to know each other. Makes them wonder how quick he would start tearing up as they're ravaging him. When he's eating that decadent little chocolate cake that MC had to offer to buy for him(of course), his cheeks plump up so cutely, it makes MC want to see how his face would look as they suck his DIC-

Also, those pants he's wearing make thighs so humpable it's INSANE

2 more seconds and MC is gonna jump that Tako, no jape.

Thank you for blasting that image into my mind, I had to share it with you. Hope this can make your brain explode as it did mine :D

Been loving reading your posts, hope I have the courage some time to write without anon, but the journey has to begin somewhere!

With love and horniness, Total Eclipse anon 🌑 (if that one's open!/If that's allowed!)

AAAAA THIS IS SO SCRUMPTIOUS!!!! Devouring this just as ravenously as I will devour chubby tako. \(//∇//)\

I love the idea of the other characters begging for a chance with you and trying to trigger their hentai events with you, but you only have eyes for Azul. <3 the cutest mob character you’ve ever seen. Oh, how you love him and lust for him in equal measure. The day you get to show him your appreciation in bed is the day you’ll probably faint from excitement. orz

[sturnboos]

CHAPTER FIVE - the Novacade

“Okay” Chris said, eyes bright as the group stepped back into The realms twilight-lit streets. “Now I have something to show pixel.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Another tree?”

Nick groaned. “If I see another 'super cool' tree I’m logging off.”

“Nope,” Chris replied with a grin. “I’m taking you to the Novacade.”

“The what now?�� you asked.

Chris leaned over with a grin. “Only the most aggressively chaotic part of the town realm. It’s like if an arcade and casino had a baby”

Matt threw an arm around your shoulder dramatically. “Just don’t loose all your credits in Skee-Ball of Doom.”

“You make it sound like a scam,” you said.

“It is a scam,” Nick said.

Matt shrugged. “But a fun one.”

The entrance to the novacade shimmered like a portal, all glowing lights and holographic signs flashing things like WIN BIG and LEVEL UP. Inside, the air buzzed with musi and the soft ding! of digital credits being spent and earned.

An NPC avatar handed each of you a neon blue token before letting the four of you step inside. Virtual game booths lined every wall Nick and Chris already sprinted toward a machine called Plushie Royale. Matt tapped your token with his, syncing your credits. “You get a hundred to start. Each game costs between 5 and 20 credits. Win, and you get a reward. Lose, and… well, there’s usually an explosion sound effect.”

“Sounds fair,” you said.

Matt tilted his head toward the nearest booth. “Wanna team up?”

You gave him a sideways glance. “Team up or carry me?”

“Both. Definitely both.”

You and Matt stood side by side racing against a countdown to solve 'passwords'. The game would give you 3 hints and the more passwords you crack the bigger your prize will be. Matt hit a rhythm fast type, enter, type, enter and you kept grinning every time. “You’re terrifyingly good at this,” you muttered.

He shrugged. “Might’ve played this one in secret tutorial mode last night.”

“Are you trying to impress me?” you teased.

“Is it working?”

you smiled. “Dangerously.”

You both won the round. Your prize? +250 Credits and a Healing Potion (Strawberry Flavored).

Meanwhile, Nick was dramatically gripping the joystick of a machine yelling, “GRAB THE CAT! GRAB THE CAT!” at the claw. Chris spammed the drop button. The claw missed completely, picked up a brick, and hurled it at a plush mushroom who screamed and exploded into a pile of stuffing. “NOOO?!”

Chris spotted a machine called Lightsaber Duel he challenged you. and of course, you accepted. Glowing sabers in hand, you stood across from each other on a digital dueling platform. Matt and Nick took front-row seats on the sidelines, cheering like gremlins.

“Loser buys the other a virtual soda,” chris said.

“oh of course” you chuckled and rolled your eyes, you should of expected something like that to come out of Chris’s mouth.

You lunged first, catching chris off guard. He recovered quickly, the sabers clashing in bright of light. where ever the sabers hit made that limb glitch for a few seconds before fixing itself. The fight was fast and flashy more style than substance, but the way he kept circling you, grinning between attacks, made it feel more like a dance than a duel. Finally, you knocked the saber from his hand.

“Okay that was hot… Don’t you think Matt?” Nick smirked. Only to receive a punch in the shoulder and a quiet “shut up”.

You grinned. +100 Credits and a Digital Soda

A few hours past but the hours only feel like mintues as the lights dimmed slightly to indicate “Arcade Closing Soon” your inventory was slightly ridiculous now:

3 potions, a plush bunny, teleportation necklace, cake mix,flowers, 1425 credits and that drink chris still owes her.

Nick had somehow ended up with a cheetah print cap that would fade between colors slowly. Matt had won to pairs of sunglasses one night vison, and the other X-ray vison, he also one a realistic pug plush.

Chris leaned against the exit gate, looking over at you as the arcade’s background music softened. “So, on a scale of 1 to ‘totally nailed the hangout,’ where are we landing?” he said.

You smiled. “I mean… free soda, plushie prizes, and I got to hit you with a lightsaber? That’s a 9.”

He looked pleased with himself but then confused “why not 10?”

“the wasn’t a glowing tree” she smirked teasing.

“OH FOR FUCK SAKEEEE” chris shakes his head sighing.

“I told you guys the tree was cool!” Matt shouts to his brothers.

“Well come on” nick said, nodding toward the exit, “my turn next time… I’ll show you the rooftop skybox.”

And with that, the four of you stepped out into the pixelated night again. prizes in hand, laughter still echoing behind you, and that warm little something still lingering between you and Matt. Something that didn’t need an in-game achievement to feel real.

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incorrect quotes with my new fav trio

starring wriothesley, clorinde and neuvillette bc i said so

Wriothesley: What do you think Neuvillette will do for a distraction? Clorinde: They’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do. *Building explodes and several car alarms go off* Clorinde: ... or he could do that.

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Wriothesley: How's the sexiest person here~? Neuvillette: I don't know, how are they~? Wriothesley: I- Clorinde, from across the room: I'm doing great, thanks!

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Clorinde: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Wriothesley? Wriothesley: … No. Neuvillette: I do! Clorinde: I know, Neuvillette. Neuvillette: I’m sad! Wriothesley: We know, Neuvillette

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Neuvillette, to Wriothesley and Clorinde: *holding knife out in front of them* Are you or are you not an enemy of the people?! Wriothesley: ... Clorinde: ... Wriothesley: That is such an open-ended question. Clorinde: Yeah, it really depends on a lot of different factors-

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Wriothesley: We need a diversion. I say Neuvillette gets naked. Neuvillette: No. Clorinde: Who are we trying to distract again?

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Clorinde, at Neuvillette: Would you like to stay for dinner? Wriothesley, from the kitchen: Would you like to stay forever!?!

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Clorinde: Ooh, somebody has a crush Wriothesley: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Neuvillette I just think they’re cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about them. *Later that night* Wriothesley, very much awake: Uh oh.

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Neuvillette: There's no way they like me back. Clorinde: Wriothesley would throw himself in front of a moving car for you. Neuvillette: Wriothesley would throw himself in front of a moving car for fun.

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Neuvillette: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed. Clorinde: Clorinde: I'm gonna tell them. Wriothesley: Don't you dare.

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Wriothesley: Is there a cactus where your heart should be? Clorinde: What’s up your ass this morning! Neuvillette: *walks in* ...Hey. Clorinde: Hmm… nevermind. Wriothesley: WAIT NO!

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Wriothesley: Do you cook? Neuvillette: I made a cake once. Clorinde: Yeah, it was good. Neuvillette: Really? Clorinde: Don’t make me lie twice, Neuvillette.

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Neuvillette: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming? Clorinde: Can everyone in this godforsaken group please learn the skill called "Think Before You Speak"? Wriothesley: Ya know... it might be.

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Clorinde: Did Wriothesley just tell me he loved me for the first time? Neuvillette: Yeah, he did. Clorinde: And did I just do finger guns back? Neuvillette: Yeah, you did.

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Wriothesley: Where are my fucking keys? Clorinde: Wriothesley, Neuvillette is around, can you say it a little nicer? Wriothesley: May I ascertain the whereabouts of my FUCKING KEYS?!

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*Neuvillette dies in a game with ships* Wriothesley: This ship is no longer a ship of love, it's a ship of vengeance, a gavel of justice against all that is wrong in the world, showing no mercy, as no mercy was shown to us. Wriothesley: The spark of love will now fuel the fires of destructive glory as I wage my war across the world with righteous fury. Clorinde: Legend has it that Neuvillette still haunts the ship, stealing my fucking drinks. Neuvillette: Of course I do.

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Wriothesley: How do you tell someone that you wanna have sex with them in a polite way? Neuvillette: Excuse me [insert name]. Would you give me the honours of indulging in sexual activities with you? Clorinde: What the fuck is wrong with you two?

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Clorinde: Hey, no, you stay out of this, this is between me and Wriothesley! Neuvillette: So Wriothesley knows about this? Clorinde, walking away: No, this is between me and me!

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Neuvillette: *is wearing silk pants* How does this look? Wriothesley: Like its slips on and off really easily. Neuvillette: Wriothesley: No, I didn't mean it like that- Clorinde: We know what you meant.

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Clorinde: What have you done with Neuvillette? Wriothesley: Nothing. Why, do you think I should?

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Neuvillette, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe? Wriothesley: Yeah, sure. *A few minutes later* Wriothesley: Here you go. Neuvillette: Wriothesley: Clorinde: Why am I here?

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Wriothesley: I’m this close to falling in love with Neuvillette. Clorinde: Your fingertips are touching. Wriothesley: Exactly.

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Neuvillette: Would you take a bullet for me? Wriothesley: ...yes? *Clorinde angrily burst into the room* Neuvillette: *running away* Great, thanks!

guys i love them a healthy amount i swear. NOW DIE ON THIS HILL WITH ME

PART II is now up!