#I knew not how to boop nor be booped

[justwannabecat]

Boop!

[sugarlywhispers]

i.hajime + gf makes him do something cute

☆— fem reader, crack, fluff

☆— a/n; this is a repost. i think i posted last time at the same time with the nishinoya drabble, can't remember if it was a request though.😊

“I bet you my favorite lunch that you can’t make Iwa-chan do something cute,” Oikawa said daringly, sitting next to you on the bench you were observing your boyfriend and his volleyball team train.

You looked at him, amused by his childish behaviour, “Why would I want your favorite lunch?”

“Y/N, come one, don’t be such a boring grown up like Iwa-chan…” He whined, but then he smiled devilishly, “Or is it that you know you're gonna lose, so you don’t want to try? Ah, I can’t blame you for that. If I knew I was going to lose, I wouldn’t accept any dare either. Smart girl,” he sat there, with his head held high as if he had won the best prize ever.

Ugh, you hated him.

You wouldn’t normally follow him or any idea he had, simply because you knew it made Hajime explode with annoyance–especially if Oikawa was responsible. But you felt kind of adventurous that day, so why not give it a try?

“Fine, diva, I accept your bet,” you said sitting two spots away from him, where you looked directly at where your boyfriend, Iwaizumi Hajime, was standing waiting for a ball.

You ignored the whining and protesting Oikawa did when you called him ‘diva’, smiling proud of yourself internally for upsetting him.

Oikawa crossed his arms over his chest offended and watched as you extended your arm, your thumb and index finger connected, making an ‘o’ shape. He frowned, confused at what you were doing. Then you smiled cutely and whistled in Iwa-chan’s direction.

He saw how his former teammate turned to his girlfriend–obviously having recognized her style of whistling, and rolled his eyes at her action, but instantly jogged to where she was and surprised every single person in that gym who paid attention to the couple.

You smiled when your boyfriend approached you, a light blush that most would blame it on the heavy training he was doing, but you knew your boyfriend; he was kind of embarrassed by what he was about to do. Yet he didn’t care what people could say; you were his priority and he always did everything for you–mostly in private, but he had said that he didn’t mind doing cute things in public either. Not with you.

From the little ‘o’ shape your fingers were making, you watched with a smile your boyfriend come closer to you, until he kneeled in front of you and you laughed when his nose booped through the circle, before his lips did. You bent closer and pecked his lips cutely. A lot of “aww”s were heard around, but Hajime just smiled proud of himself while he jogged back to his previous position to keep training.

Your head turned to Oikawa, who had his eyes opened wide and jaw dropped to the floor. You regretted not having a camera rolling to capture that image.

“Are you sure you follow your own advice of not making bets you’re going to lose, Tooru-senpai?” He grumbled at you because he knew you were just mocking him, before jogging in Hajime's direction and complaining how he wasn’t that cute with him.

You smiled amused; sometimes, you wondered if you had a relationship with two guys, and not just one, because Oikawa was definitely always there, in the middle of you and Iwaizumi. And neither Iwaizumi nor you actually cared that much to actually feel annoyed by that fact.

[mayearies]

✰ TASTE

‘you taste different, my love.’ -miles g. genre: fluff + suggestive

warnings: spanish (not sure if its accurate!), suggestive themes a/n: i forgot to put this in my notes so yall almost lost this one (idc if some of thr coloring is messed up im tired) (i write a lot of bold shit when im tired)

e42 miles was waiting for you to come back for your movie night. you were taking too long so he put on some random housewives show. he wasn't eager for you to get back, nor was he bored. this drama was actually entertaining.

—you came around the corner and leaned over the side of the couch to get a good look at his lightly freckled face. he didn't turn his attention towards you, but he knew you were there. "miless."

"mmm." "can i get a kiss?"

he looked at you with half lidded eyes and a playful smirk going against your cunning smile, "what makes you think you deserve one, ma? you did keep me waitin'."

you pouted. the reason you took so long was because you were preparing your hair for the hell of the night you would be in. it can't stay lookin' good for your man if you don't care for it properly. "this bonnet saves lives, y'know. it saves your life."

"you right. it saves me from seein' yo rabid racoon lookin' ass mornin' hair." "MILES-" "jokes. all jokes, mi princesa.♡"

he pulled you in from your chin into a quick kiss. but you tasted different to him. you tasted sweeter—more sugary. he licked his lips and squinted his eyes at the sight of your lips. "hm. hold on a sec."

he enveloped you into another kiss, but this one was slow and passionate. nothing new, but it did catch you by surprise. he didn't normally go back in for seconds like this so early. but what stunned you was him slipping his tounge into your mouth. making a small noise while doing so.

he felt eager to taste you for a reason that was unknown. it's like he was curious, even though you tasted relatively the same every time he kissed you. every cavern of your mouth was felt by him. he was somewhat ignoring the little noises you made from how rough he was being. then, he bit you softly before pulling away.

"you drank my coke, didn't you?"

still dazed from what happened, you asked him to repeat what he had asked. which he did, only that it sounded more irked than before. coming to your senses, your lips pressed into a fine line as you backed away slowly to which he followed you. "see, i was thirsty and i thought you wouldn't mi-"

“ay dios mio.”

✰ he would put you over his shoulder as you were a sack of potatos while playfully scolding you in spanish to his amusement. he loved teasing you to see your reactions, it was a hobby of his.

✰ he brought you to the couch. flopping you down as he laid on your chest, bringing the blanket up on both of you. this was also one of his hobbies—snuggling with you. his favorite by far. being close to you and feeling your heartbeat gave him comfort.

he booped your nose with his finger, making your face scrunch up. "y'know what this means, right? i get more cuddle time for goin' against me, princesa."

“yes, yes, i know.” “thank you my love. ♡”

© mayeluvsu

[festive]

꒰ Heaven on Earth: ꒱

꒰ pairings: ꒱ ⋮ Shinsuke Kita x Fem!Reader

꒰ contents+warnings: ꒱ ⋮ breeding, established relationships, established relationship, oral (fem!receiving).

꒰ words from vi: ꒱ ⋮ i posted this on ao3, edited juuuuust a bit to post here. anyways 3.2k of me simping for kita.

"Angel, I'm home." Kita's voice rings through the house as he's greeted by Tamago — the family's fluffy white pup, who is anything but small, who also reaches right up to Kita's shoulders when she's on her hind paws.

Tamago rushes to the door — tail wagging delightfully behind her, whooshing with each step. She tackles him while placing her large paws on his stomach, nearly knocking him over as she bounces all over the place. Whining and barking before Kita speaks up. "Did ya miss me?" He coos, tenderly petting her head, his hands ruffling her soft fur, making her ears perk up. She barks in response as if she knew what he was asking when in all honesty, she was just happy to be here.

"Alright, calm down, girl." Kita hums, shooing the enthusiastic pup with his hands as she circles around his knees, her heavy tail hitting him with a thump as she plays with his pants. She bites and pulls on the material. "Tamago, please." Although his voice was soft, the way he said her name held a certain sternness, as if he was scolding a child. Tamago tilts her head cutely before scurrying off toward the kitchen.

"Love, are ya home?" Kita calls out as he wanders aimlessly throughout your shared home before remembering which way Tamago went. He's guided by the rich smell of spices and herbs leading him towards the kitchen. He could feel his mouth starting to water. Whatever you were making smelled amazing.

"I'm in the kitchen, dear!" You turn your head to call back, loud and clear. Although you feel embarrassed by your volume when you realize you didn't need to scream — nor did you need to tell him where you were since he, in fact, knew where you were seeing as he was leaning his weight on the doorway. 

Kita would be lying if he said he didn't find it endearing how cute you were when startled or how adorable you were as you apologized for yelling indoors. You give him a nod before turning your attention to the stove. 

"Mmm' don't worry 'bout it." Kita hums, making his way towards you — careful with his footsteps, not wanting to make too much noise. You can feel his large hands wrap around you, tugging at your frilly apron before they settle on your waist. Your husband pulls you close, dipping his head into the crevice of your neck before. 

"Did ya miss me?" He asks, his warm breath tickling your neck. You giggle, and it sounds like music to his ears. You were absolutely perfect. "Of 'course I did, sweetheart." 

Tamago watches in boredom, her brown eyes trailing from you to Kita before she let's out a loud yawn as she rests next to the fridge — highly unbothered by the show of affection and more focused on relaxing. You wriggle a bit, freeing yourself from your lover's hold. "Don't you want to get cleaned up before dinner, ya know, shower or something?" You tease. Kita twirls you around as if you were a ballerina until you're face to face with each other.

 "Do I stink?" Kita sticks out his lip, pouting, his tone laced with worry as he raises his arms in an attempt to smell himself. "I don't stink, do I?" You laugh at his childlike naivety before giving his nose a little boop. 

"All I can smell is the aroma of the food yer cooking." Kita sucks in a deep breath, inhaling the various smells of spices, chopped onion, and even cooked garlic and other veggies. "Ya sure it's not the dog yer smellin'?" He gestures his head towards Tamago's direction, and he's met with her infamous side-eye as she lifts her head and snorts. You laugh. For a dog, she sure was a diva. "I'll have you know. I bathed her before you got here."

"Sorry, Tama', didn't mean to insult ya." He chuckles. Kita moves closer to you, leaning over your body slightly to catch a glimpse of what was sizzling in the skillet. "Whatcha' makin'?"

"Tofu burgers and cooked vegetables." You grin, knowing that those were your husband's favorite things to eat.

"Have I died and gone to heaven? What'd I do to deserve this?" Then, raising his thick brows, he gives you a quizzical look. 

"Nothing, nothing. Just thought I'd show you how much I appreciate you." You're not lying. Your husband works so hard day in and day out to ensure your needs are satisfied — never asking for anything in return and always making your life easier. You're truly grateful for him.

"Yer an angel, ya know that?" You can feel the heat start to rise to your cheeks, doesn't matter if you have been married to him for over 5 years. You'll always fall victim to his charm. "Shin, stoooop." You whine, pushing his hands away from you as you try to hide your flustered expression — your smile never leaving your face. But to no avail, your husband was much stronger than you were and he refused to budge.

"I mean it! I thank tha Gods' every day for putting you in my life." You never once doubted him, no matter how many times he says it. His eyes soften and you can feel the warmth of love illuminating from them — he leans his face in closer so that both your noses are touching while his lips hover mere inches away from yours. "Shin." Your words come out breathless before he places a gentle kiss upon your soft lips. 

You push him before he can deepen the kiss. "Not in front of Tamago." You reprimand him as he were a child, reminding him of your guy's fur baby that's casually laying against the fridge, not even paying attention to you both. Kita groans before he steps aside, digging into the cupboards in search of something. The sound of him rummaging had Tamago's ears perking up, as soon as he finds what he's looking for she's already on all fours. Her eyes light up as she sees the box labeled 'dog treats.' Kita smirks, ready to outplay her. 

Fishing his hand inside the box, he pulls out two bone shaped treats before making his way over to the kitchen door that's connected to the outside. Turning the handle he gives Tamago one good look before tossing the treats into the wild. "Go get 'em!" She takes off and Kita shuts the door behind her — locking it with ease. "That'll keep her busy for a bit." He muses, making his way back to you.

"So now, let me show ya' how much I appreciate ya." He wraps one arm around your form while he takes your chin in his hand — cradling it with his fingers. "This time with no distractions."

"Shinsuke, I'm trying to cook." 

"I think just this once, I want dessert first.." He counters, moving you out the way as he turns off the stove and switches the skillet to a cold burner. You sigh. "You're being greedy." This time you cradle his face delicately in your smaller hands, before placing a chaste kiss upon his lips.

"Can ya blame me? I just want my wife to know how much I love her." He smiles against your lips. Then, he picks you up and gently places you on the kitchen island to not hurt you — your legs dangle off the edge. He helps you take off the apron you're wearing, you're not sure why you're neatly folding it, but you do it anyways before you place it beside you. 

"Spread yer legs, please, angel." You stifle a chuckle. You found it amusing how even when he's about to do something so sinful and lewd, he still had the courtesy to be polite. You'd make a mental note to thank your grandmother-in-law for raising such a wonderful man later. 

You do as you're told with no complaints, spreading your legs wide enough for Kita to slot himself between them. Then you pull your dress up, bunching it to your waist so that he has the perfect view of your lacy red underwear. 

"Mm' fancy panties? It's like ya were expectin' this to happen, my little vixen." He hooks his fingers around the band of your panties — admiring the soft silky fabric before pulling them down past your thighs and down to your knees. You shimmy them off your ankles and kick them onto the floor until you're practically exposed.

 The cool air hitting against your core caused your body to shiver as Kita kept your legs propped open with his body. You feel slightly embarrassed, shifting in your place as your husband stares at your aching cunt through half-lidded eyes as if he were mesmerized by the sight before him.

He places gentle butterfly kisses upon your plush thighs before trailing his soft lips further up your body, slowly approaching your puffy folds. He plants his tongue flat against your cunt, licking broad, languid stripes across your entrance.

Kita is a man who'd prefer to take his time and savor his food before devouring it whole. It showed by how tantalizingly slow he was lapping at you — this was his way of savoring you. Although the sentiment was nice, you hated it. You wanted him to ruin you, to make you scream and cry as you cum on his tongue. "Shinsuke, please." 

"Please what, angel? Ya know ya gotta use yer words." Kita questions. You place your hands upon your lover's head, and your fingers tread gingerly through his hair as you massage his scalp. Kita hums against you in contentment, sending vibrations into your core.

"Please make me cum." You whine out in frustration. 

"Are ya sure I'm the one being greedy?" He looks up, his brown eyes making contact with yours, and you can see the playfulness in them. Of course, he's more than willing to oblige after this was all about you. He didn't need to be told twice. He buries his face deeper into your cunt, and his nose bumps against your clit as he fucks his tongue in and out of you vigorously. 

"Shin— Shin, you feel so good." You whimper, your hands clawing at the surface underneath. Then, feeling desperate for more, you close your eyes, grinding your core into his face. Your hearts racing and the coil in your stomach grows tighter and tighter as you're on the verge of cumming — all you needed was a little more friction. You're so close until... 

He pulls away, and you whine at the loss of sensation, the knot in your stomach suddenly disappearing. You feel an ache between your thighs.

"Ya taste as divine as ya look. I could savor ya forever and never get tired." You open your lust-filled eyes to stare at the man between your thighs in bewilderment for bringing you so close to your orgasm just to dangle it over your head as if you were a cat playing with a string tied to a stick. "Come on, don't look at me like that, will ya?"

You're about to say something. However, before you have the chance, you feel Kita sliding two thick fingers into you — the penetration throwing you off and causing your words to die in your throat. He's always been skillful with his hands, knowing where to poke and prod that has you screaming his name while you see stars.

He angles his fingers and curves them slightly so they rub against your sweetest spot as he continues to pump them in and out of you while he lazily thumbs at your throbbing clit. Then, finally, he moves his face closer to your cunt, parting his lips. Next, he places his mouth upon your bundle of nerves — replacing his thumb with his tongue. Saliva drips down Kita's chin as he continues to sloppily suck and slurp on your puffy clit.

You can feel the knot in your stomach coming back as Kita continues his ministrations without delay. He finally gives you the release you were so desperately looking for. A pornographic moan spills from your lips as your body convulsed in pleasure, your orgasm crashing through your body as you cum on your lover's pretty face.

 Kita pulls away, licking your slick from his lips. You can hear him fumbling with his belt and watch as he effortlessly discards it, along with his pants, then finally, he takes off his shirt. Leaving him in nothing but his boxers, your eyes follow the silver trail of hair on his stomach until they land on his crotch. You don't fail to miss the wet spot on the front, but you'd instead not question it. 

You opted to watch in silence as his cock springs to life, hitting his stomach with a slap as soon as he pulls his boxers down. 

Kita's leaky cock was pretty. It had two prominent veins decorating the shaft, and no foreskin, so you could really admire how cute the flushed tip was, even when it was leaking precum. And for the first time tonight, he found himself feeling embarrassed, the tips of his ears going just as red as his face as you stared intently at his cock. 

"Shin, you're beautiful." You say absentmindedly, but you really did mean it. Kita has always been beautiful to you, even when you were both in school together. You were shocked when you confessed your feelings for him and even more shocked when you had learned he had always reciprocated. Hell, you were grateful for that shot of tequila you had that day. If it weren't for that liquid courage, you don't think you'd be here right now — married for over 5 years. "Ya think so?" Kita asks, and you nod your head in reassurance.

Your husband pins your body underneath his and you're forced to lay your back onto the cold surface of the island. He has one hand planted above your head while the other is stroking his cock as he aligns it with your awaiting hole. 

You don't mind the wait; honestly, it gives you time to admire your husband's body. Kita hasn't always been this built. He'd always been lean in his youth — it wasn't until after his teenage years did his body start to fill out nicely, with muscle and a little bit of pudge. (Not that you're complaining! Kita's little stomach is your favorite to cuddle because it's so soft. And to be fair, it's your fault he's put on the extra weight.) You absolutely loved feeling his weight pressing against you. 

You're brought out of your stupor as you feel the tip of Kita's cock forcing itself inside as he sinks past your folds — the ridges of his shaft rubbing deliciously inside you as it drags along your walls. He hisses as he finally bottoms out. It was a tight fit; however, it's not your fault he's so big, so thick, and so long. Sitting at a solid 8 inches when he's hard. The pudge of his stomach rests nicely against your pubic bone as he gives you time to adjust to his size.

As soon as you give Kita the confirmation he was waiting for, he begins rocking his hips against yours at a steady pace. The way his cock dragged slowly throughout your body with each thrust felt excruciating, and you ached for him to be rougher with you — not wanting him to keep touching you as if you were a doll. You desperately rut your hips against him, and then you feel the weight of his large hand pressing into your hip, holding you still.

 "Let me cherish ya." You glare at him, although your gaze held no malice. "Please?" He asks this time, and you sigh. Allowing him to do as he pleases.

"Ya know, been thinkin'—"Kita stops mid-thrust as he drawls out his thoughts. "Been thinkin' bout how good ya look all-round 'n swollen with my kids." Your walls involuntarily clenched around his cock — hard, you'd be lying if you've never thought about bearing his children. Kita gives you a lopsided smirk before he rams back into you. You let out a choked sob. 

 "Is that want ya want?" He thrusts into you, picking up his pace as you desperately nod your head, unable to form any coherent thoughts, or words, for that matter. Simply enjoying the feeling of getting fucked silly.

"Sweetheart, I'm talking to ya." His voice snapped you from your delusions, the familiar feeling in your tummy becoming unbearably tight as if it were going to burst at any given moment.

 "Yes, yes, oh god, please— Shinsuke, please breed me!" Pleased with your answer, Kita angles his hips determined to hit your sweetest spot with precision. As Kita's name rolls off your tongue like a prayer, you no longer hold back your moans, not caring how loud you're being.

"Atta girl, look at ya.. lookin' beautiful as ya cum on my cock." As if on cue, the tip of Kita's cock pounds against that spot that has you seeing stars. Your fluttering walls clench and constrict around him — and he's trying his hardest not to cum right then, desperate to steal one more orgasm from you. 

He gives you no time to recover from your post-orgasmic bliss as he continues rutting his hips into yours at an inhumane pace — you're scared if he goes any harder, he'll knock you off the kitchen island, so your wrap your arms around him as if you're clinging onto him for dear life. 

A ring of white forms at the base of his cock as he rips orgasm after orgasm off you — your juices dripped down his shaft as they coat his heavy balls that slap against you with each thrust. 

"Mmm' sorry angel, ya just feel so good." You've long lost count of how many times you've come, you felt sensitive, and your brain felt dizzy, you couldn't even register the 'I love yous' coming out of Kita's mouth.

As if the gods took pity upon your poor soul, you feel Kita's cock pulsate inside you - his balls tightening in desperation. He was close. With one final thrust, he finally came, his cock twitching as it shot spurts of white deep inside you, saturating your walls with his seed. He removes his softening cock, putting it back inside his pants before replacing it with his fingers that slide inside your thoroughly used hole easily. "Shin, no more, please." Your voice sounds hoarse, and you can barely lift your head to look at him. He pumps his fingers inside of you, and your body tensed up. "Sorry, just makin' sure ya don't waste any." 

He retracts his fingers, then gathers your limp body in his arms and hoists you up before carrying you off to the bathroom. "I love ya, now let's go get ya cleaned up." He muses although he can't help but shake the feeling that he's missing something — or someone.

"That's nice and all, but please don't forget to let Tamago in." Ah, there we go. As soon as you're cleaned up, then he'll let her in — hell, he'll even finish dinner and make ya favorite dessert.

[thelargefrye]

Jongho + 🙊 <3

[ PLEASE IGNORE US MONTAGE ] — you and jongho share a moment that gets quickly interrupted

pairing : jongho x f!reader genre : idol au, dad!ateez, fluff, new relationship, secret relationship warnings : makeout, jongho gets a little handsy, yn has a few tattoos

jongho’s eyes bored into the back of your head as he waited for his hyungs to finish recording their lines. he knew the faster they finished and left, the faster he could spend time with you. alone.

“that’s a good job, yunho! why don’t we wrap up for today and i’ll let you know if we need to re-record anything tomorrow!” you said, voice cheery as you spoke to the vocalist.

yunho returned your smile before he walked out of the recording booth, grabbed his things and nodded both you and jongho goodbye.

finally, jongho thinks as he watches you turn around to face him. it’s been about three months since the two of you started dating. both of you agreed to keep it between the two of you for right now. jongho knew that he would receive nonstop teasing from the members once they found out, and you had no problem with keeping a secret for a little while anyways.

“come here,” jongho beckons you over as he pats the seat next to him. you smile as you get up to join him on the small couch in your studio. you let out a small giggle as you stand up and plop yourself next to him. “i thought he would never leave,” jongho groans before he’s pressing a light kiss to your lips.

“don’t be so impatient, bear,” you say as you playfully boop his nose before kissing him on the lips this time.

“can’t help it when you look so beautiful, cherry,” he says and you roll your eyes at the nickname he’s given you in reference to your tattoo of the fruit you had gotten when you were drunk.

he leans closer as his lips press into yours as he body comes to lean over yours. you wrap your arms around his neck as his own trail up your body and under your shirt. his hands are warm on your skin as he rubs small circles into your skin.

the two of you find yourselves lost in the moment of each other that you don’t hear the several knocks on your studio door. nor do you hear it opening; however, you hear the rather oddly high pitched scream that separates you both rather quickly.

jongho is the first to pull away and looks to see yunho standing in the doorway with a shocked face.

“i-i-i, um, forgot something,” yunho says, eyes still wide like a deer in headlights which ironically mirrors yours and jongho’s faces.

“then get it and out,” jongho says with an awkward cough as he moves away from you and sit up, fixing your shirt and hair to look less wild.

“are you guys—”

“shut up, hyung, please just get what you need and leave. we don’t need to talk about it,” jongho says cutting off his member as a deep red overtakes his face, ears, and neck.

“hey now, there’s no need to be embarrassed. y/n is a pretty girl. i’m happy for you,” yunho says giving you a playful wink as he finally grabs what he came back for. “and don’t worry, your secret is safe with me,” he adds giving his maknae a wink this time before he’s leaving, the door closing behind him.

you and jongho sit in silence that is neither comfortable nor awkward. it’s just silence. and neither of you want to say anything just yet. finally, you turn towards your boyfriend and bite your lip at how cute he looked.

“jongho—” he puts a hand up to stop you from talking.

“we never speak of this moment again.”

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[toweroftickles]

❤️ Valentine's Day Morsels ❤️

(A Whole Month Late 😅)

These were all supposed to be done for the holiday itself, but obviously that didn't happen. The problem is that I care way too much about my writing and try too hard to make it actually good. That's not why anybody reads this crap. Anywho, I've been in an anomalously sappy, romantic mood lately and whipped up some sugary, snack-sized tickle drabbles involving a few of my all-time-favorite (canon) fictional couples. :) Hope these are sweet enough! Disclaimer: this is all obviously just meant to be cute, silly fun.

Link/Zelda (utilizing "Wilds" era)

Whenever Purah developed a revolutionary new piece of tech for the Hylian Royal Family, she of course needed a volunteer to test it out. At those times, Princess Zelda was always on-hand to make sure she had one. And it was usually Link.

The Sheikah techie was putting the finishing touches on a new observation platform propulsion system...she called it a "Skyview Tower." The Hero of Hyrule stood in the center of the device, bracing for the upcoming vertical rush. It was somewhat against his will that he was being held in place by six clinking, clanking Guardian arms. He felt like a prisoner in the teeth of a hungry beast as they hooked him to the machine, but Purah just clicked away happily on her control Pad.

“How ya doin, Link? You comfy?” she asked him. He nodded reluctantly. "Ok, I'm gonna launch you in 10...9..."

Suddenly, at the sight of Link ensnared in the repurposed robot arms, Zelda bounced up and down and excitedly tapped her compatriot on the shoulder. “Oh! Oh! Purah, wait!”

Everything paused. The princess knelt and whispered excitedly into the inventor’s ear.

What they were talking about, Link couldn’t decipher, but he saw that in the midst of Zelda’s sentence, Purah’s smile stretched bigger and bigger. After a breathy exchange, both ladies were giggling to themselves. Uh-oh. He recognized that energetic sparkle in Purah’s eye…that only happened when she knew her tests were going to have “funny” results.

Beep. Four of the Guardian arms remained holding Link's wrists and ankles still, but the other two raised up and took on new purpose. The octopoid metal tendrils zipped around his torso, snapping their claws like hungry snakes. Their laser sights booped to life and swam their little red eyes all over him...targeting certain areas...and once Purah pressed that button again, they dove right in for the attack.

The little pincer claws skittered and tap-danced under his arms, across his stomach, between his ribs. At first he panicked. Then he grinned. Squirming and struggling, Link began to laugh.

“HHHHeh…Heheh…Heh-Heh Ha-Ha Ha-Ha! Z-Zeld…Heh! Haha!”

"See, I told you he was ticklish," the princess chuckled.

"Oooo, and you were right! This is fun! Look at him dance!"

"Heh-Heh, Heh-Heh Ha...Haha-Heh! Nn-Heh!" Bolts of Gerudo lightning didn't make Link jump around this much. It wasn’t until Zelda sauntered over and tickled him herself that the machine finally wound down.

And just like that, being shot out of an untested military-grade cannon didn't seem so bad.

******

Parzival/Art3mis (Ready Player One)

Spring Center Fortress was always a fun place in the OASIS for testosterone-soaked one-v-one games. Each arena in the cubist coliseum was a giant trampoline, regardless of size or layout, and combat was fast and frantic when no one could stand still. Only true acrobats thrived in the chaos there. Entering one of the battle boxes, Parzival and Art3mis removed their shoes and jackets and stepped barefoot onto the bouncy black floor.

"Choose your weapon, sir." Arty's declaration of war was cheekier than usual. She smirked, already sure of her victory, and make a flashy show of unveiling a fully-2D Airbender staff. Rare gear.

Parzival eagerly cycled through the digital blue pockets of his inventory...lots of options to choose from. Neither he nor Arty were pulling admin privileges and just dropping rare junk into their accounts; this loot had to be earned like everyone else’s. Oh, there was a good one...

"Toymaker Energy Bo," he finally announced. The glowing green stick popped from hammerspace and into his hands, extending four frog-like fingers from its tip that snapped and pinched at their target.

Art3mis nodded. She looked impressed. "Spy Kids 3D. Nice."

At the sound of the buzzer, a blade of cartoony wind sliced through the room and nearly split Parzival's staff in two. Their weapons clacked together as the couple danced and dodged on the springy terrain...the fight was a wild flurry of flips, leg sweeps, slides and parries. Dodging a strike at her knees, Art3mis bounced into a full backwards aerial somersault, a mere hair's breadth away from the Game Over bo's snapping claws. Just as she landed and stumbled back, the very tips of metal fingers pulled at her body, grazing against four particular spots along her torso that they couldn't quite snare.

One, on the right side of her neck. One deep in the hollow of her left armpit. One just above her hipbone. And one smack in the center of her right side, under the ribcage.

“BAH!!” Art3mis nearly slipped on the undulating floor, swiveling on her heel and pointing her finger at Wade, and had to catch her balance against the back wall. Her staff zipped off on an air current and glided away across the stadium. Disarmed. In her most stern, commanding voice, the Goddess of the Hunt blurted “Hey! No. ...Z. No tickling."

"Hey, come on, it was an accident," Parzival laughed.

For a moment everything was still, both anticipating the other's next move. But he'd seen the flash of panic on her face...blood was in the water now. Her eyes darted to her glider. Slowly, Parzival raised his staff again. Its four-pronged hand spun around and wiggled in Arty's direction, closer and closer, and the sight made her jaw clench.

“...God, sometimes I love these Boot Suits.”

“Wade, no. N...HHHA-Ha Ha-Ha! …Ng-Heh! Nuh...nonono, God n-HNN!!"

Art3mis' arms contracted, trying to block the ravenous mechanical fingers, but that only pinned them even more snugly to where they could feast on her ticklish ribs. Her trembling knees buckled. Soon she was wrestled flat onto her back and rolling around atop the rubbery floor, her leg weakly kicking at the air. The Spy Kids staff no longer attacked her...it was Parzival's own fingers that she felt clawing beneath her loose crop-top, squeezing her belly until the cackles burst out of her. The two were bouncing and wrestling and laughing until the floor squeaked. Streaks of charcoal soot blackened her soles…the trampoline's worn surface had almost-literally painted a target on her bare feet, a target which Parzival didn't ignore for long. Arty was surprised by how hard she was cracking up...and, despite the soreness in her cheeks, by how much fun she was having.

“What, what’s the matter? Ya n00b. Stop laughing.”

"Ha-Ha Ha-Ha! Uncle! Uncl-hle!"

The dull fingernails that had been scribbling beneath her toes retreated. Arty was free again. Up and down, the trampoline reverberated to the rhythm of her diaphragm's spasmodic wobbles. Even after all this time, it was still an out-of-body experience, to catch one's raspy breath as a digital avatar...when she was worn out inside the OASIS, her real-world meat puppet followed suit. Slowly she and the trampoline both calmed. She sat up, folding her arms across bent knees, and her middle finger dabbed at her eyelash.

"Ha......Ahhhhhhh Ha Ha....Huheh...Okay, okay, you got me," she chuckled. Her toes clenched up against the rubbery ground. She tried to affect a serious expression, but that wide-eyed grin of hers just wouldn't dissolve. “But don’t do that again!”

"Eh, can't make any promises," Z taunted, helping her stand. For that, he received a playful punch in the shoulder.

Like most of the OASIS, there were no real rules in Spring Center Fortress. The important thing was how you won.

******

Aang/Katara (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Waterbender training was going...as Sokka would put it...swimmingly. Aang and Katara stood ankle-deep in the waters of Chameleon Bay, practicing their stances. Liquid swirled around them, rising and falling like tides at their command.

"How's your octopus form?" Aang's teacher asked him.

Quickly, Aang struck the proper pose and focused. A stream of ocean foam snaked upward into the air and corkscrewed multiple arcs around his body. With a twist of his arm, the water coalesced into a near-solid tentacle, its rippling surface smoothed out, and he made it sway back and forth in a friendly wave. Katara giggled. She, meanwhile, was focused on maintaining six hovering spheres of water that orbited around a rock in front of her. Gesturing with her palm, she relaxed into a simple Single Whip posture, her right knee bent and arms outstretched, and the water balls merged into a lash. She was focused and precise...and totally oblivious to what her pupil was doing.

Guided by Aang's slow dance, a water tendril slithered across the bay and breached the surface. As soon as Katara wasn't looking, its tip rose up and wiggled against her tummy - right next to her belly button.

"Ah! Haha…Aang, stop it!" Laughing, she jumped in place and covered her ticklish spot with her hand. Instantly the Avatar’s octopus construct fizzled into droplets and splashed the flowing sea below. He stood there all sheepish and rubbed the back of his tattooed head, grinning like a buffoon.

"Heh...sorry. You were wide open." Aang couldn't escape his own mischievous nature. He was 12, after all.

There was a brief and fearful pang in his stomach...is Katara mad at me? But her smile was the brightest he'd seen on the waterbender's face all week. In fact, if he didn't know any better, he could've sworn she was starting to blush. Both benders just laughed shyly and turned to face the sandbank once more.

"Alright, let's keep going."

******

Gwen/Miles (Spider-Verse)

The multiversal headquarters of the Spiders didn't just have a lockup, a science lab, and a cafeteria (no bagels allowed). There was also quite a museum of trophies and mementos gathered from past battles, defeated villains, and fallen heroes from all across the cosmic web. It was like Batman's basement on the scale of the MoMA. And Gwen couldn't wait to show Miles all she'd learned there.

Clasping one another's hands they dashed through the halls, often pulling eagerly in opposite directions. Miles was a kid in a candy store, and every time his eyes lit up, it reminded Gwen of a thousand reasons why she liked him. After passing the wrecked granite namesake of one "Big Wheel 5000 BC," the two skidded to a stop, lured by an exhibit that stood out from the rest: a single hand, perched atop a pedestal.

An Infinity Gauntlet, this was not. It was a cheap canary opera glove, with long, fluffy white feathers glued to its digits in lieu of fingernails. The plastic plaque beneath declared in full voice to the pair:

“‘The Tickler?!’" Frog-mouthed in shock, Gwen doubled over, laughing wildly. “No. Freaking. Way."***

"Are you serious right now? Ha…Wow, they just get lamer…”

"Heheh-Heh! Ok, ok; you’ve gotta hear this: 'Crude homemade weapon retrieved from Whedon Winslow, Earth-57780.' Some name... 'Failed stand-up comedian who turned to larceny. Distracted victims and pursuant Spider Society with...'"

But Miles wasn’t paying attention to Gwen's narration. He was busy cracking his knuckles and reaching toward his distracted girlfriend from behind, trying to project confidence from a playful smile that was actually quite shy. He was gonna get her so good, he encouraged himself.

In the midst of Gwen's sentence, kneading fingertips hooked right into her sensitive, squishy waistline.

Her gasp was loud and shrill. The girl almost popped like a chocolatey toaster pastry, but a right forearm encircled her collarbone and held her firmly in place. Before she knew it, Gwen was immobilized in a tickle hug and fell straight into Miles' lap as the two collapsed to the floor.

"AH!! *gasp* Huhuh-Huhuh Heheh! *gasp* Ah Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha! St-HOP ihit! We're supposed to be quiet!!"

She screamed and elbowed Miles in the stomach, but he maintained his hold. Then she tried pulling on his wrists. No good. Gwen was the most squirmy, wiggly human being Miles had ever seen; champion swimmers didn't kick their legs as hard as she did. He might as well have been trying to hold onto a hagfish in an oil spill…even with sticky fingers, it was a challenge! But watching her smile and laugh like this was so worth it.

“Wait, hold up a minute!” Miles laughed as if Gwen would actually obey him (not that she had much choice). One THWIP! of spider-silk from his wrist, and The Tickler’s glove was yanked right off its perch and into his hand. Miles didn't put it on...all he needed to do was hold one of the fingers and wield the feather like a wand.

The quills prickled like thousands of tiny needles against the nape of Gwen's goosebumpy neck...right at the signal source from whence her Spider-Sense was screeching. Any measure of defiance left in her crumbled to dust. Both of her palms slapped over her face...anything to hide it from Miles. She could have fried an egg on her cheeks for how they sizzled.

“VVVVVVVFF-EEEE!!! *Yeek!* OmigodNO - N-no feath-hers, oh my GAWWD, no feahehther-her-hers…*SNORT* AHHHMilesstoppit!” she whined and cried. The feather stroked down across her collarbone, her shoulder blade, under her armpit...

It wasn't long before one of the nigh-innumerable Spider Society horde noticed the sound of embarrassed squeals echoing throughout the gallery and swooped in to investigate. But when this particular Peter Parker entered the hall, it was found vacant. Nothing but various museum exhibits, all undisturbed in their places. And so he left.

Miles, as it turns out, had been practicing a new technique. He wasn't the only person that he could turn invisible.

"Shhh!" he whispered. Gwen was absolutely trembling in his lap, even though the tickling had stopped - it took two hands to stifle her uncontrollable belly laughs. There, with his arms around her and feeling her heartbeat against his, a warmth washed over Miles. There were a million worries flapping around inside his brain...his future with the Spiders, his parents, and he & Gwen...was it right, how they felt about each other, what they were doing? But for a few quiet moments, where nobody could see them, none of that mattered.

He almost kissed the top of her head, but got too antsy.

Maybe next time.

******

*Note: Actual Spider-Man villain. Seriously. I did not make this up.

Victoria/Misto (Cats 2019)

The Egyptian Theater was warm and sleepy that evening. The old sun-shaped stage prop created the perfect napping spot for a young Jellicle, and the white cat lolled blissfully in its hollowed-out cradle. Her left leg dangled down off the side, pendulous and swaying like a metronome, right next to her boyfriend’s nearby head. Mr. Mistoffelees was kneeling there on the floorboards directly beneath, fumbling with a deck of cards.

Victoria peered over the side of her perch and smiled, unnoticed. Just laying beside her magician (well, a bit higher and to the right of him, anyway) carried her off in a cozy bubble of comfort. She just felt content around him. Her hands couldn’t reach to pet him…not from this angle…so instead, she held her slender leg out and, with her big toe, traced gentle crescents behind his ear.

His ear twitched. At first Misto instinctively ducked away from the impromptu scalp scratch, inquisitive chuckle aside ("Heh...what are you doing?"), but he soon came around to her affection and began to purr. His head rolled around across his shoulders, his back arched, and his ears flopped and wagged. Tori could tell the scritches were making him happy. Tufts of black fur shot up like grass between her marble toes, bristling the ball of her foot back and forth, until out of nowhere it made her shiver and pull away.

"Hmhm! Hmf..." she giggled sweetly through her nose. "Your fur tickles."

The tuxedo cat grinned and looked up at her. There was his opening. "Oh, it does?" he taunted. "It does?" With one quick yank, Victoria’s foot was down near his chest, and she was laughing and gripping the sunbeams with all her might. In her meek struggle for balance, that varnished wooden nest fought back with bumpy scrapes against her stomach and her thighs. Taking hold of his tail in his left hand, Misto started painting broad brushstrokes across Victoria’s foot with its fuzzy black tip, and she immediately began to fidget. “What about this?” Misto asked her.

"Heehee-Hih! *gasp* Hn-Hih! Th-hat's not fair, I'm stuck...Hee! It tihickles," the snow-white kitten’s jubilant squeaks bubbled up from inside her. Her ears flattened shyly. Why did this kind of thing happen to her so much? She didn’t hate being tickled, but lately it felt like she’d become something of a Jellicle magnet. If this kept up, she’d have to start wearing her ballet flats 24/7.

Almost as soon as it started, Misto let her go, and Victoria scurried her legs back up inside that little hovel, before turning around and facing him once more. She loved the chalky pink way his nose blushed, and that awkward, crooked smile of his, the one that popped up whenever he finally let himself be playful. He loved how her persimmon lips stood out against her face, and the way her head dropped timidly down to her shoulders when she giggled.

Soon the two were snuggling in each other's arms inside the heart of the sun, just waiting for the Jellicle Moon to rise again.

******

Vi/Caitlyn (Arcane)

The papery bandages around her forearms chafed against Vi's chin. Her elaborate clockwork tattoos peeked out through the rips on her sleeveless blue-hooded top. Pink-and-orange sunset streaked through the glass. She still wasn’t used to laying on a bed as big and comfy as Caitlyn’s.

"I haven't had a back rub in...probably forever," she mused, still a little apprehensive about this kind of intimate contact.

"It's really relaxing, I promise.”

Warm palms kneaded into the Trencher girl's scapula. Spindly fingers performed slow, smooth taffy-machine pulls on the muscles between her shoulders and neck. At first she resisted, but slowly surrendered to the touching and let herself sink deep into the soft mattress.

“Wow, your…you’re rock solid,” Caitlyn murmured, impressed. Under that jacket, Vi’s physique felt even buffer than it looked. And that intricate body art…Caitlyn was so busy admiring that she neglected to notice how her hands were moving faster, stroking in tandem with a nervous pulse.

Vi froze. Her fingers skittishly drummed against the bedsheet. Everything about Caitlyn's technique was wrong in precisely the right ways: the thumbs were rubbing a little too gently down her lats, the fingernails squeezing a smidge too firm between her ribs. It was clumsy, inelegant...ticklish. All it took was one especially-wrong nerve hit, and when she could no longer keep her mouth shut, Vi’s whole body shuddered.

“DAH, Huhuh-Heheh! Hey…watch it,” she laughed. "Careful back there."

“Sorry,” Cait replied, smirking. Her hands plunged back down.

Oh come on…not again. Vi felt like a grape in a wine press when twisting thumbs pushed down hard on her obliques. Her lumbars. Her hipbones. Every knot in her lower back. Her eyes widened, and all the air in her chest squeezed out from between her lips like a squished football deflating.

“Mmff…PFFFFTHnhn!” More wriggles. The bed whined from the kicking lower legs that thumped against it. Caitlyn was at a junction of befuddlement halfway between offense and joy, between pouting and grinning. Vi always had to make things difficult for her.

“I am trying to do something nice for you; could you just hold still?”

“GRRRR, stop tickling me!” Vi snapped.

No apology this time. Only a playful tsk, and then the massage resumed.

The fluttery rubbing sensation drilled down through Vi’s back until it scorched the inner wall of her stomach. Her frustrated, reddening facial features scrunched themselves tightly together, and she repeatedly slapped the nearby pillow with the ferocity of a grunge drummer. If her bared teeth had ground any harder together, her gums would’ve bled.

“NGK! Nooo-hoho; Hng-Hn! Gkkkk…Sss-sss-st-hop i-hih-hit…! Kkkkk!!” The redhead choked on desperate glass-shard sniggers that scraped against the roof of her mouth. She couldn’t stop her angry tough-girl giggling, and it drove her nuts.

"C-hut it ouuut, I'm gonna punch you!!!"

That one wasn't a threat; it was a genuine, heartfelt warning. Caitlyn couldn’t help but flash a buck-toothed grin...that was probably enough, for both their sakes. She drew back her hands and watched Vi's quivering shoulders slow down, listened to her breath steady itself.

"Ugh...What the hell, Cait?"

“Sorry, it wasn't on purpose. You’re just…I think it’s very…*ahem* …" Now it was the cop's turn to be flustered and rosy-cheeked. "...adorable. How frustrated you get when you’re feeling ticklish.”

She was expecting a tease, a playful slap, a snarky reprimand...some kind of retaliation...especially when she saw that smirk on Vi's mouth. But instead of payback, she got a pleasant surprise: Vi sat up, turned around, and shoved her lips into Caitlyn’s so hard and fast that the blue-haired Enforcer almost fell backward.

...Perhaps she'd have to try this again soon.

******

Kiki/Tombo (Kiki's Delivery Service)

“Hey, Kiki, I was wondering…can witches call their broomsticks to them like a magnet?” Tombo asked studiously, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He and Kiki were relaxing on Ursula’s front porch with glasses of fizzy lemonade, the sticky kind that makes your spit hurt when you drink it. It was a foggy spring morning and the crows were flapping in the damp emerald lawn.

“Hm…I don’t know; I’ve never tried,” she observed. Spying her broom across the clearing, rested against a tree stump, the young courier witch reached out her right hand, poked her tongue out, and concentrated. Unfortunately, Star Wars hadn't been invented yet, so it didn't occur to her to make an Empire Strikes Back reference.

At first her flying stick merely turned. It rocked in the crook of the tree’s roots, but nothing more. Maybe she wasn’t concentrating hard enough? But no sooner had the idea entered her mind than the crude vehicle hoisted itself horizontally, hovered a few feet off the grass, and charged. An invisible hand threw the broom at Kiki like a chucked javelin, and it was soaring straight for her face.

"Whoa! Look out!" Tombo immediately sprung into action, and his quick dive shoved Kiki out of the way just in time for him to take the blow. The broom's handle shot into one sleeve and out the other, dragging the junior aviator off the porch and tossing him headlong to the ground before it finally twitched its last.

“Oh my gosh, Tombo! Are you ok?!” Panicking, Kiki rushed to pull her friend up out of the grass. The broom handle was caught against his neck, parallel to the red-and-white stripes on his chest. He wobbled a bit when he stood...a few green stains on his knees...but was otherwise unscraped.

"Um, yeah, I'm fine. Just a little crooked here," he reassured her, swinging his arms around like a weathervane.

“Oh, thank goodness...Heh...you know, you kind of look like a scarecrow that way."

She was right...he did...but the boy’s gangly T-pose did nothing to deter Ursula’s avian buddies. In fact, right on cue, several of them flocked to his outstretched forearms. One even pecked at his ear.

“Heh-Heh! Guess I’m not a very good one!” The two shared a chuckle, before Kiki helpfully flapped her arm and shooed the birds away. "Hey, thanks. Can you help me get this out? My arms are kinda stuck."

But Kiki wasn't interested in helping right away...his pose had given her other ideas. Before Tombo knew it, Kiki's fingers were strumming up and down his sides with gleeful abandon. She kept pinching his belly and in between his ribs and affectionately watched him wiggle.

"Heh! Heheh-Haha! Hey, cut it ou-howt! Heh! You know I'm ticklish!" Tombo's smile was wide and sunny and dorky as he jumped around in place. Kiki, meanwhile, was positively giddy. She only tickled for a few more seconds...any longer and she would've gotten much too embarrassed...before carefully extricating the misbehaving broom from Tombo's sleeves and throwing it out into the field. Crisis averted.

"Heehee-Hee! I'm sorry, I couldn't help it!"

The boy brushed his sandy hair back and grinned broadly as the two sat again. "Well, you know I can't just let you do that!"

Kiki glanced down. Slowly...making sure to stretch out each moment of tension to its unbearable limits...Tombo was reaching his hands towards her, performing a spidery midair dance with his fingers.

The teen witch was already in a fit of helpless giggles and starting to blush. “Hmhm! Oho no, please don’t do it…” But instead of fleeing or curling up like an armadillo, as Tombo expected, Kiki bent over and quickly slipped her shoes off…first left, then right…and then lifted her arms skyward. “Heehee! Oh my gohosh, no, please…please don't...”

Suddenly, an old door hinge groaned. Bare feet creaked on the cold grey porch step. When Kiki & Tombo turned to look at the source of the noise, there stood Ursula, grinning and tapping her fingers on a steaming blue coffee mug.

"Hey, what are you two doing out here?"

*******A Few Seconds Later*******

"AHHH, Ha-HAAAAA Haha! *gasp* Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha!" Kiki screamed.

"Heheh...Heh! Hng…Heheh-Haha Haha...Hng! Heh! Stop!" Tombo's turn.

Ursula was pinning both of her young friends down to the floorboards, aggressively wiggling her nimble fingers across their bellies and watching them squirm & kick in sync together. “Uh-ohhh; look out! I'm the world's most evil tummy tickler!” She laughed, they laughed; Ursula was clearly relishing her position.

That is, until Kiki and Tombo managed to grab the artist’s ankles amid their struggle, tripped her up, and tickled her feet with her own paintbrushes until she was completely out of breath from laughing.

Kiki often wound up in tickle fights with her friends back home. But she couldn't remember one that was this much fun.

******

Robin/Maid Marian (Robin Hood)

Cops and robbers, such as they were, didn't exist in 12th-century Britannia. So "Robin Hood vs. Prince John" was the game of choice for the rabbit brood. Skippy was playing Robin Hood, of course, which meant Sis & Tagalong were his cohorts. Maid Marian volunteered to be Prince John, so Lady Kluck had to be the Sheriff. That left Robin himself to portray the benevolent King Richard, and Toby Turtle as Sir Hiss.

“A pox on the phony king of England!” Robin cheered. At his command, his noble servants were chasing the “Prince” all over the castle courtyard. They all ran in wild circles over and over, laughing merrily, until Skippy and Tagalong managed to hop up and grab Marian by the wrists. The bunny siblings dangled off of her like bracelets swaying in the breeze, and she bent at the waist as she tried to keep walking.

"We've gotchu now, Prince John!" crowed Skippy. "Give up?"

"Oh no, what-EVER shall I do?" Marian giggled in her most over-dramatic performance yet. "Sir Hiss, seize these scoundrels!"

Toby's head - SHLUNK - sucked back into his shell. He certainly wasn't going to help. Eager to catch their dastardly villain, Sis took matters into her own hands. Jumping in front of the pack, the bunny girl reached up and pawed at the struggling Maid Marian's belly, and Skippy joined the fun by grabbing her side. Immediately, the vixen broke into breathy peals of soft, melodious laughter.

"Ohoho no...Oh no-ho-ho-ho! *gasp* Noooo; anything but tickling, Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha!"

She knew full well that a plea like that would only goad the rambunctious tykes on, but if she were being honest, she was having far too much fun to care. This was as close as she'd get to playing with kids of her own, at least for a little while. Letting loose an enthusiastic yip, Marian fell into the dandelions, and the wrath of the rabbit swarm rained down upon her.

A sextet of bunny hands and paws were grabbing and squeezing and scratching at her tummy. Their little fingers pulled through creases in the silky dress she wore; their feet slid and stomped along her sides and made her wiggle. The kids' squeaky machine-gun giggles were very contagious, and the already-helpless fox couldn't stop laughing herself silly. She jostled and squirmed and had to push Tagalong off of her stomach.

“Ah-Ha Ha-Ha! *gasp* Help! K-Klucky-Hee…Ro...Robin, Heh-Heh-Help!”

"Bawk! Milady! Yer noicest drrrrress!" Klucky honked.

Robin himself was busy chuckling at Marian’s misfortune. Quite clever of them, he thought. They'd make Merry Men yet. His yellow bycocket cap shifted atop his vulpine ears - and suddenly, his thoughts turned to the feather that adorned it. He removed the hat, pulled the long scarlet plume from its sheathe, and twisted it between his fingers, amused. "Ah, there we are..." the outlaw remarked to no one in particular, as if he'd made some unexpected discovery.

Kneeling down, Robin grasped Marian's right ankle and gingerly lifted her leg up out of the weeds. With that roguish, wry smile and an absentminded hum, he stared right into her eyes and swooshed the feather back and forth across the bottom of her foot.

"Oh!! *gasp* Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha!! *gasp*hic* Haha-Ha! Oh dohon't, please, I...I d-hon't think I can stand any more, Ha-Ha Ha!” she cried. Pools of pink stained her cheeks. Her long eyelashes were dripping wet.

"Hmm, I think the prisoner has learned their lesson, don't you, kids?" Robin declared. Despite a few protests and "awwww"s, everyone backed off, leaving the exhausted Marian alone in the grass to catch her breath. "The Prince has been vanquished!!"

"Long live Robin Hood!" Skippy cried, holding his wooden sword triumphantly aloft, cheered on by his adulating sisters. While the kids danced in a circle singing "Prince John the Worst" off-key, Robin traipsed through the flowerbed over to his lady fair and tenderly offered her his palm.

"Oh, my hero; you've come to rescue me," Marian sighed, still all atwitter and breathless and fanning herself.

But instead of taking his hand, Marian pulled Robin down into the sunny spring field with her. Robin sent her his most disarmingly handsome smolder, and when she shied away, he slowly kissed her cheek. Their embrace was perfectly accompanied by the sounds of Sis and Tagalong giggling at them in the background...and of Skippy pretending to vomit.

"Blech!" he mumbled. "...Sissy stuff."

******

Neytiri/Jake (Avatar)

Neytiri sat up and slowly pulled her feet from beneath the powdery white sand. Infinitesimal shards of salt and earth and coral and glass sifted through the gaps between her toes with a quiet hiss. Pandoran beaches were very soft.

Jake emerged from the water and strode over to her resting spot. The sand was so smooth that he didn't even leave footprints; the pale flecks of dust simply clung to his body. "You think we should get back?" he asked her. "Mo'at's probably gonna be pissed."

"Mmmm..." Neytiri sighed contentedly and closed her eyes. "Not yet. I am too relaxed to move."

“Well here…lemme help you.” Not waiting for a rebuttal, Jake immediately stepped over her reclining legs, turned his back, and plopped down right on her ankles, straddling them. Neytiri looked bemused by his antics.

"What? What are you...AHH!!!! HN...Huheh-HEEE Heehee-Hee! NO! No PLEASE; HA-HA HA-HA!!"

The Omatikaya princess’ loud shriek scattered the nearby flock of tetrapteron into the salty air. Her grin threatened to split her cheeks open. Jake's fingertips were mercilessly prodding and caressing underneath her toes, and every single touch made her want to scream.

"Not that! G-get AWAY from MEE-HEE!!!" But her mate said nothing. Grinning, Jake bent all ten of his fingers...those damn Sky People with their extra digits...and scratched them up and down on her massive sky-blue soles.

“J-Jake!! My JAHAY-HA-HA-HA!!!” Neytiri tried to beg, but couldn't get the words out. Her voice leapfrogged through the entire octave scale, from bird chirps all the way down to breathy hyucks erupting from deep in her belly. She thrashed around frantically, her butt bouncing against the sand, and left a flurry of stinging open-palm slaps across her husband's back; even he could barely wrestle her down. Braids and beads tangled themselves like seaweed across her screaming face...how undignified it was, to constantly spit out strands of dreadlocked hair in between her bouts of tearful hysteria.

Jake didn't quit torturing her until she managed to lurch herself forward...the crunch burned her elongated stomach...and threw both of her hands at his armpits. He laughed and jumped aside at the unexpected tickle, before spinning around and scooping Neytiri into his arms. In a moment she was flat on her back once again, with Jake hovering over her and blotting out the sun, a toruk in his own right. The tremors in her chest slowed down, but her anger only boiled hotter. The smug, dopey jarhead smile of his...why didn't she hate it?

"I...*huff*...will...make you suffer for this...*wheeze*...Jake Sully," she hissed at her mate, flashing jagged fangs.

Rather than fear her, or even apologize, Jake simply tweaked her nose and pecked her on the forehead. What an asshole.

Maybe she could let him off the hook. Just this once.

******

[annymation]

WAIIIITTTTT what do you mean Asha and Magnifico already knew each other before she was 18???? Explain this, explain yourself 🔫🔫🔫🔫

*raises my hands up* 🙌

Alright alright I’ll explain!

As I’ve mentioned here on this blog Asha interacted with Magnifico before the events of the story, it’s nothing major, just something that came to my mind, so here’s what happened

13 years prior to the events of Kow, when Asha was a little kid, she got to talk to the king during an event where he and the queen were pretty close to the people, a festival or something. Then again, they’re always pretty approachable to their people either way.

Anyway, this takes place before the talk she and Sabino had during Chapter 1 where she promised him she wouldn’t wish to become a great artist.

So the interaction would go like this:

Magnifico and Amaya were sitting on wooden thrones prepared just for them to get a view of the current festival of the month, the chairs are covered with curtains so people can only see them from the front view. It was just like any other festival and the king was frankly rather bored, even though his face wouldn't let it show.

But suddenly he hears a little voice “Psst excuse me, mr. King Magnifico!"

The voice came from beside him, he looks down and sees a smiling little girl looking up with her big eyes. No one else seemed to notice her there besides him since the chairs they're sitting on are covered and everyone else is watching the performances of the festival.

He gives her a friendly smile like he gives to any other subject "Well hello there, how did you get here?"

"I sneaked in from behind the curtain, none of the guards saw me heh heh" Little Asha giggles, proud of herself

"Oh my, a little scallywag got past my guards? Should I be worried for my safety?" He jokes sarcastically

"Heheh nooo I just wanted to make a question!" She says excited jumping up and down.

Magnifico smiles at her quite amused "You've certainly got my attention, so go ahead, ask away"

"When I'm a grown up, can you give me magic like my mama's?" The little girl's big eyes sparkle at the question

The king smile goes flat "... Your mother knows magic?" He asks back, his face serious this time, as it is strictly forbidden for anyone besides the king to use magic in Rosas.

"My grandpa says she could make drawings move, that's what I wanna do too" She explains innocently

The king feels relieved, it's just some made up story, nothing to worry about. His friendly smiles returns as he explains to her "I see. Unfortunately that sort of wish is forbidden, little one"

Asha looks downward disappointed "Aw... Okay"

Magnifico thinks for a moment and he has an idea "Buuuut who knows, perhaps I could make you my apprentice in the future, would you like that?"

The little girl eyes widen "*gasp*! Really?! Yes! I would love to!" She said jumping up and down

The king couldn't help but chuckle imagining how he could exploit this, maybe teach her magic only to steal her power later, or just have an loyal assistant would be fine too "Glad to hear it, if you prove yourself to be good I'll be more than happy to grant that wish" He boops her nose playfully.

"I will be good, I promise!" The girl says with her eyes shinning like stars and a big innocent smile.

Cut to 13 years later and the same girl is looking at him straight in the eyes with a burning rage

"I won't let you decide what I deserve! Nor what anyone else in Rosas deserves!"

The girl was good, alright? Too good.

[viluvr-archived]

Hi, this is my first message/request on Tumbler. Please tell me if I’m doing something wrong, but I’d like to request TWST headcannons for Trey, Vil, Cater, and Jade with a S/O with glasses. If this is too many characters, you can pick your favorites. Please and thank you!

S/O WITH GLASSES ^^

Trey , Vil , Cater , Jade .

Gn!reader, Jade is a warning. /j

( A/n — hello anon! Sorry this took so long ^^ I hope you enjoy it, @jupeater tell me if the paragraphs r good 😒‼️ )

TREY !

See, he understands the struggles of having to wear glasses, but then again he hasn't really seen a lot of people in NRC wearing glasses except him and Azul, and he can't play around with Azul can he?

"Y/n, dear? You there?" Trey saw his dear, partner's glasses and maybe he thought of some harmless mischief. So what if he hid it for a while.

"Trey? Treeeeeey, have you seen my glasses babe" Trey was baking something, he has your glasses in the pocket of his apron.

"Not really, where'd you left it, love?" He was trying hard not to grin, yet a small smile tugs on his lips, he knows you can't see well without glasses while he can see better, not that it isn't blurry he just can see better.

"Ugh! If I lost that 'm gonna have to buy a new one, or maybe Grim took it again! Oh, that little!.." Trey cuts you off with a soft chuckle, then you see Trey holding your glasses while waving them softly.

"Oh my... You took it?! Treyyyy, y'know my eyesight is worse than yours" you were currently pouting while Trey coos at you.

"Told ya, I kept on reminding you not to leave your glasses just like that, especially in random places, next time if I see it hangin' around like that and not in its place, 'm not gonna tell you I have it." You're lucky Trey doesn't find it so hard for you to find it nor make it longer for you to find it.

VIL !

Vil doesn't like playing around but maybe if it's you, he doesn't mind having a little fun.

"What's this..?" He deeply sighs realizing it's your glasses, he knew it immediately, he simply had your name imprinted on your things so they wouldn't get lost.

"Dear? Are you there? I've come to give you this, your glasses." Vil saw you finding your glasses aggressively, even getting Grim to help you!

"Vil? My glasses? Oh, my glasses! Thank you, thank you!" You've cried out of joy since you've been trying to find your glasses, even pointing hands to Ace and Grim, even Cater!

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, next time you wouldn't be so lucky if another person picked up your glasses. You're lucky it was me darling." He boops your nose as he reminds you of coming to his dorm so he could try some makeup on the both of you.

Vil has a set of glasses just for you, with your name imprinted on it. He suggests for you to use contact lenses, he sees you struggling with your glasses at times. And no worries if you're afraid, Vil would always take it slow with you.

CATER !

The amount of teasing you get, It's just playful teasing, and it's harmless! Cater's tall, well he has a decent height. Well, he uses it to take your glasses away from you randomly!

"Heyyy, Y/nnnn, are you done there yet? I wanna bring you to this cute coffee shop I found online!" Now you have to take care of a pouting Cater, it's been 30 minutes since he was waiting for you to finish with your homework.

"Hmm, not yet Cater, give me 15 more mins..." Then suddenly Cater had an idea.

"I know now! Why don't we just have a study date? It can be fun! It would be a #studybuddy, isn't that so cute?!" It may be cute and nice but you know how he can distract you.

"Thank you Cater but you know that I..." Cater was not having it, so he quickly took your glasses, and raised his arm high while he's now standing up

"I don't think so! If ya want your glasses back, it's either no glasses or study date with me!" How sly he is! He certainly does have his ways.

"Fine then, but! But, if you distract me, we're leaving immediately, got it?" "Mhm! 'Kay, but don't work yourself up too much! Or else Cay-Cay would have to take care of ya!"

JADE !

Oh? Someone with glasses like Azul? He asks a lot of questions, considering he can't really ask Azul that much because he's busy.

Does the thing like Cater where he randomly takes your glasses and raises them up very high, well if you wanna get it, ya better say please.

"My, my, seems that you can't reach your glasses? Struggling now aren't you, I'll give it to you on one condition." Anyone guess the condition.

"Ugh, Jade! Give it back my feet are hurting from jumping!" Too bad that he seems to be having fun, c'mon indulge him won't ya, it's not every day Jade Leech gets to have some fun.

"Kiss, give me a kiss on the cheek then I'd give you your glasses." Hilarious and cute, everything should come with a condition or a price, no? The difference is just there's no contract

"So what do you say?" "Fine maybe a kiss isn't that bad.." there it is, he was smirking again, his infamous smirk.

"Thought so." Oh how he acted so smug, tho when you were about to give him a kiss, when you got closer to his cheek it seems that his head turned and made you kiss his lips,

"Thank you, prefect! I'm no liar, have your glasses back. Come to me when you're in need of help again, I'm always at the Mostro lounge!"

Seems like he escaped again, such a sly eel.

[creative-kny-fics]

I'm moving away from the hashira.. for now :3

Ahem 12 kizuki? (Not all of them)

Lees: Rui, Kokushibou, Gyutaro

Lers: Akaza, Douma

Switch: Daki

I think it's the second request I have from the kizuki! Of course! Let's see how it turns out hehehehe

Lers: Akaza (UpperMoon 3), Douma (UpperMoon 2) and Daki (UpperMoon 6)

Lees: Rui (LowerMoon 5), Gyutaro and Daki (UpperMoon 6) and Kokushibo (UpperMoon 1)

'I still can't believe you convinced me... How did you do it?' 'Well~'

'Ehehehehehe! KYA! OKAHAHAY! I WILL HELP YOU!!', Daki remembered and covered her cheeks somewhat embarrassed, well, she had already accepted and there was no going back.

'So... Rui, Kokushibo and my oni-chan, right?'

'We would have done it with the other UpperMoons but, it looks kind of weird to do it. Hantengu would run off and Gyokko... Well Gyokko is ugly-', Akaza muttered under his breath

Now the three of them had to carry out their mission without mistakes or else, they would die trying.

'Well, I think if you want to start with something soft, it could be with Rui. Akaza, you should approach him while Douma and I plan how to go after my oni - chan, you know Rui and we know Gyutaro'

'Hmmm... It's not a bad idea really, it's fine, good luck and if you need help, shout "Aka", I'll go immediately', the 3 high-fived, the operation had started

'Hey Rui' 'Akaza, hello'

'Is everything alright? How is the family?' 'Very good, none of them died', Akaza's plan was to make conversation with him until he knew it was time.

'Would you like to talk about something? I notice you're distracted'

'Well... Yes, it's something that's been distracting me lately', Akaza sat down and Rui sat on his lap, telling him about a little problem he felt deep inside, he didn't know how to explain it. 'Boop!'

'Hey! Akahahaza! Why?' '

'Well, very easy, I noticed something sad on you and I wasn't going to let my favorite LowerMoon feel sad. So...', Akaza laughed as Rui leaned on his chest while lightly kicking in the air, seeming not to care.

'What's up Rui? It doesn't bother you, right?'

'Nohoho! It's okahahahay! Eahahahaha!', Rui squealed when he felt Akaza's fingers on his sides. 'Wahahit! Nohohot thehehere!'

'Hmmm, where do you mean... Here?', Akaza chuckled as Rui's laughter reached a new pitch of laughter, hugging himself to try and dampen the sensations, failing. 'AKAHAHAZA! NOHOHO! STOHOP! EAHAAHAHAHAHA!'

'Well, just because I appreciate you', man of his word, he released the little demon who hugged him.

'I know what you're trying to do, I recommend you don't do it if you don't want me to continue'

'Okay...You don't mind if I hug you, do you?'

'No, no problem'

'Where have they both gone? How much have they persecuted Gyutaro? Hmmm...', Akaza looked intently at each part of the fortress, until he heard in the distance someone yelling the code word.

He ran in that direction, every time he heard the code word, did they have problems with him?!

'Daki, Douma are-?' 'ACK!!!', Akaza looked confused, it was neither Douma nor Daki who called him, Gyutaro's squeals made him confused, it sounded so similar that he was completely fooled.

'Oh! Hey Akaza~! You finished?'

'Yes, and I thought they needed help. But I realized that I didn't'

Akaza sat watching how Daki had wrapped her brother's arms in her obi and pulled them over his head, while Douma was sitting on his hips preventing him from moving

'DAHAHAHAKI!! DOUMA!! STOHOP TIHIHICKLING MEHEHEHE!!'

'Hmmm... Password!', Daki mocked when his brother threw his head back, she knew perfectly well that he would never dare hit her or Douma, so he could mock as many times as he wanted. 'STAHAHAHAP!! SIHIHISTEHEHER!! DAHAHAD!! I HAVE ENOHOHOUGH!!'

'Okay, I guess it's time to stop!' Douma looked at Daki who removed her fingers from her brother's thighs.

Before leaving, Douma ruffled Gyutaro's hair and Daki hugged him and kissed his cheek, running immediately because she didn't want her brother to catch her.

'The ultimate challenge... Kokushibo... Do you think we can?'

'I don't know... But if we fail... We'll be fried and damned', the 3 of them approached from different positions, they tried everything, only to be overtaken by Kokushibo and knocked to the ground. 'What do you want?'

'Tickle you?', Akaza and Daki's face turned pale, how could he be such an idiot?!

'You were able to ask me, you know?', the jaws of the 3 of them opened as much as they could.

Kokushibo, the UpperMoon 1, who has the most hashira kills, having a hidden taste for tickling?

'Wait wait wait... Are you telling us we can tickle you? YOU?!'

'Are you going to do it? Don't waste my time'

'Ehhh... Go for him? I guess...?', the 3 devils didn't personally know how to take it, they didn't expect that answer

Kokushibo crouched down to be at the level of the 3 and left his katana away from him, so they wouldn't be afraid. 'Go ahead'

The first to approach without fear, was definitely Douma, who sat behind him and began to press hard on his sides and ribs.

Akaza and Daki also followed him, Akaza clenching his thighs and Daki his hips. 'Mhmhmhm!'

'Hey! There's no point in covering your mouth!'

Daki pushed Kokushibo's hand away from his mouth, smiling as Kokushibo tried to fight the smile that was forming. 'Hmmm... What if...?'

'Ah! Dohohouma! Aeahahaha!', Douma smiled, he didn't think that Kokushibo has a ticklish back, he gently ran his nails until he reached the bottom, having to grab Kokushibo tightly because he was trying to stop them. 'Leheheave my bahahahack! Eahahaha! Akahahahaza! Gohohod!'

'Woah! He's not even asking us to stop! But, we won't stop until you scream!', Kokushibo nodded, he didn't care after all, he thought they weren't going to make it

'You won't be able to... ACK-!! DAHAHAHAKI!!' 'Ha! I made it! I hit a really bad spot, huh?'

Daki chuckled, using her obi to hold him still as he squeezed his knee hard. 'OKAY! OKAHAHAY! ENOHOHOHOUGH!'

'Of course not! This is something we want to treasure! So get ready Kokushibo, because we won't let you go until we discover all your tickle spots!'

Kokushibo laughed but internally agreed, he liked that activity after all.

[i-am-tiny-sun]

I need to post my own stuff here sometimes so here’s a fluffy crack to stave off the masses while I work on my collabs (I promise I haven’t forgotten!!!)

Categories: ☁️ (fluff), 🏚️ (crack), 🫧 (new work!), 🍡(gn!reader)

Tw: Sanzu

Your eye twitched as you heard fumbling around at your door, knowing fully well who it was.

Sanzu, the pink haired gremlin you’d found bleeding on the street one day for lord knows why, was always doing some shit ever since. He was like a stray cat that you took in once and now he’s never gone away, and you didn’t ever try to send him away either.

Well, right now, you were beginning to rethink that choice the longer he messed around with your door. What really set it off was the fact that the chain lock was now moving around, and you could see his fingers trying to grasp at it.

“Oh for fuck’s sake.”

This was not the first occurrence of him doing this. No, the first occurrence was actually scary because the room was dimly lit, you didn’t think you’d see him again, and he giggled the entire time because he thought your face was cute (and because he wanted to mess with you). He’s done this multiple times in an effort to keep your attention, well, he sure has it now. However, he’s not gotten it the way he wants it, because now you’ve unhooked the chain lock and threw open the door. Sanzu froze, that cute smile on his face that was both endearing and terrifying to the average person.

Because you’re used to his shenanigans, he was neither endearing nor terrifying at this moment.

“Babyyyyy~!”

“I’m gonna stop you right there, you chewed bubblegum haired demon. I gave you a key! Why are you like this?!”

It wasn’t like you didn’t know about the extent of his affection for you. You knew it was far deeper than regular love: the man before you was completely, utterly obsessed with you. You loved him, but you didn’t love the fact that you had to call the repair person every time he entered your place in “new and exciting ways”. New and exciting your ass, more like expensive as all hell itself!

“Aww, I’m just keeping our relationship interesting! How else would you have me come in?”

“You could knock. Ring the doorbell. Announce your presence upon arrival…maybe even just come in?”

Sanzu squinted at you, slowly raising his finger to boop your nose. You squint back at him to assert your dominance. The attempt was futile, because neither of you were winning.

“But where’s the fun in that, kitten?”

“So you have to be a menace every time you come over?”

“Yup! Only because I love you so much…and I don’t want anyone else to have your attention!”

Curse him for being so cute.

“Good to know. Just get your ass inside so we can cuddle.”

Sanzu hugged you tightly, kissing you all over your face. You couldn’t resist the urge to hug him back and accept the affection. He was a menace, but he’s your menace.

“And stop destroying my door!”

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Heyyy!! Got a sentence suggestion for ya :D maybe “Duo Tickle Attack, GO!!” With ler!Peter2 and ler!MJ, and lee!peter1?? :))

(Okay! This is so cute because they totally would!! 😍 Thank you Anon for your cute sentence suggestion!)

"Duo tickle attack, go!"

Peter 1 squealed loudly before dissolving into loud laughter.

"This is what you get for pouting all through dinner." Peter 2 teased as he nuzzled into the youngest's neck.

"IHM SORREEE!"

"Go easy on him tiger." MJ added. "He's just had a rough day."

Peter 1 would have appreciated the sentiment if her fingers weren't currently spidering across his tummy. It was true, between school, work, and adult life, One's day had been brutal.

He had tried to keep it hidden during dinner, but his current situation told him had failed.

Peter 2 lifted his head. "Mmm---guess your right. Trying to cheer him up, not kill him."

"Exactly, so place nice."

"Plehease!"

"I thought I was."

"Try the kisses instead. Those are more gentle."

"No wahait."

Two grinned. "What a great idea."

One squealed again and wriggled in Peter 2's bear hug of a hold. He couldn't go far though---not that he wanted to.

"Aww, there's that smile." MJ cooed as her fingers crawled a little higher. "I missed it during dinner."

"Me too." Two replied as he placed a kiss close to the youngest's ear.

One's cheeks blushed bright red at the comments. "Yohou guhuys ahare meHEAN!"

"We can't help it!" Two protested before he nuzzled into the Peter 1's cheek. "You're sow cuuuuuuwte!"

One squeaked and felt his face flushed bright red. "Shuhuhush!"

"Whyyy?" Peter protested as he leaned closer to whisper, "doews the baby tawk make youw even mowre tickwish?"

One could only squeak from the ticklish sensation near his ear.

"Oh? So the baby talk really gets him?"

"Noho!"

Two turned to MJ. "Oh absolutely. He turns into a giggly tomato when you do it. Try it."

MJ beamed as she reached forward to tickle under Peter 1's chin. "Aww, youw're such a cuwtie. Wook at that smiwe!"

Peter 1 groaned through his giggles. "Nohot cuhuhute."

MJ booped Peter 1's nose. "More pwecious than anything."

Peter 1 giggled and blushed even harder.

"Aww, you do look like a giggly tomato."

"I told you! He's just full of adorableness."

"Stohop." Peter 1 groaned as he tried to hide his face into Peter 2's shoulder.

The oldest brother chuckled and squeezed him close. "I think we embarrassed him."

Peter 1 laid there and let his giggles subside. Yeah, he was embarrassed, but it felt so good to laugh after a nightmare of a day. Especially when he was with two people he loved.

The smiles, the teases, all of it made him feel safe and warm. This was a feeling he hadn't felt after Aunt May passed away---and he never realized how much he missed that feeling.

A gentle squeeze near his elbow brought Peter 1's attention back to the present. "Peter?"

He turned to MJ "Do you want us to stop?"

Peter 1 could hear the genuine concern in her voice. When he looked from her to Two, even the oldest nodded in agreement.

But did he want them to stop?

"I--I mean. . ."

"It's whatever you want Bug."

Then one really wanted to laugh a little longer.

So he cuddled closer to Peter 2 and quietly replied. "Maybe . . . maybe just a little longer?"

"Is that what you want?"

Peter 1 grinned and nodded.

He felt Peter 2's chest vibrate with a laugh. "I knew you loved it."

One blushed and hid his face. "Shush!"

He heard Peter 2 and MJ laugh.

He thought if he stayed hidden then they wouldn't tease him for the shade of red his face had become. This means he wasn't paying attention to Peter 2 and MJs's conversation, nor did he notice when MJ scooted down.

He finally perked up when he felt a raspberry get blown on his stomach. "NAAAAHAHA!"

"Gotta come out of hiding bud. Or she'll blow another one."

One tensed but stayed stubbornly in place.

"You're choice sweetie."

Another raspberry was blown and finally Peter 1 turned. "EEEEEHEEEHEE!"

When he turned, he found MJ grinning back at him. "There's the baby."

"Nohot a baby!"

"Technically, you're the baby of our bunch." Peter 2 explained. "So you're our baby."

One's face hurt from smiling so much. "I-I guess that's okay."

Both Two and MJ cooed at him.

"I know something fun we can try."

"W-whahat?"

MJ grinned before spidering her fingers up Peter 1's belly. "The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout."

The youngest giggled his heart out at the childness, but didn't tell her to stop.

"Down came the rain and washed the spider out."

One screeched when one of her fingers slid down into his belly button. "Thahat tihickles!"

That's when Peyer 2 wriggled his fingers into Peter 1's ribs. "Out came the sun and dried up all the rain."

"AHH! NAHAHA!"

His laughter shot up in pitch when one set of nails went up his tummy and and the other set stayed at his ribs. "And the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again."

"NAHAT THEHER-EEE!"

Peter 1 snorted.

MJ gasped. "Aww! I haven't heard you make that sound before!"

"Isn't it adorable?"

"NAHAT ADOHORABLEEE!"

Peter 2 winked at MJ. "Watch this?"

The eldest dropped his head into the crook of Peter 1's neck and blew a raspberry, causing the youngest to squeal before he snorted again.

"That's the cutest thing ever."

"NOHO IM NOHOT!"

"Aww, look at that grin. I just gotta eat you up."

For the next few minutes, Peter 1 was cooed at and baby talked to, but he was also given so many tickles, kisses, and love. It wrapped around him like a warm blanket. His muscles relaxed, his heart felt lighter, and he couldn't keep the smile off of his face.

Soon, both Peter 2 and MJ could tell he was getting tired and stopped the tickle attack.

"W-wait, ahare you dohone already?"

"Time to get some sleep Bug."

"Mmmnot tired." Peter 1 protested as he rubbed his eyes.

Both Peter 2 and MJ chuckled as they readjusted Peter 1 to rest in between them.

"You guys can---can keep going." One mumbled as he leaned against Peter 2's shoulder.

MJ stroked Peter 1's hair. "Shhh, I know you're having fun honey, but now it's time to sleep."

Peter 2 rubbed one of his arms. "You're eyes are even struggling to stay open. Let's get some sleep so we can play again later."

Peter 1 simply cuddled closer as his eyes drifted shut. "Love you guys."

He was asleep before he could hear the 'we love you too' response, but after tonight, he already knew.

[ded-and-gonne]

WIP Wednesday or Thursday

WIP Wednesday: Devil’s Night (Part 6)

Starring Klaus Hargreeves & Evil Ben

And here you thought the Devil’s Night story was over, by virtue of that two-paragraph ending that conveniently saved Evil Ben, who then saved Klaus. Oh hells no, it isn’t that simple. They still have a dead puritan in their garden who expects Klaus & Ben to go find him a key. A key made by the ancient King Solomon. Also, a quick reminder that we’re dealing with a narrator who thinks they’re smarter than they actually are. Without further ado, here’s a snippet from the opening scene of Devil’s Night Chapter 6.

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“A book?!” Evil Ben rages with lots of anger. “A book? A book. A fucking book? It’s a fucking book, Klaus. [Arrrrrrgh!]” Or however you spell all the vocalizations Ben is making rn. The bookstore’s high ceilings reverberate with angst.

“A book? That’s all? That’s great!” Klaus enthuses. “Thank heavens it’s not an actual key! Keys unlock bad stuff. Books are way safer than keys.” (In what universe, Klaus? It’s known to science that books are dangerous.)

“Heavens to Betsy Benji, you had me worried there for a second.”

“Me. I had you worried,” replies Ben, dumbfounded. Which reaction increases every time Klaus blithely blorps another mouthful of clear, viscous ghost mucus into his ghost goo spittoon, so quickly forgetting why he’s blorping into his ghost goo spittoon to begin with. “Zero self awareness. None,” says Evil Ben.

Pots, kettles, hypocrisy about lacking self awareness. You should be rolling your eyes by now.

Klaus pauses to consider Ben’s expression, and foresees the thunderclap-back of rage that will inevitably be unleashed upon his own pretty head if he doesn’t amend his words. “And by you having me worried, I actually mean that ghost dick outside in the dark. Obviously.”

“Moron.” That was Ben, but you already knew that.

Klaus blorps daintily. (What? It’s possible.) “Don’t distract me, Benji, this is serious. Should we be generous of spirit and offer up the fact that this ‘key of skin and bone’ is not a key at all but just a book? It doesn’t seem like the pickled puritan buried in the garden is hip to the fact that it’s not a key, daddy-o. Nor is it skin and bone. It’s paper, and other things. 300 years waiting for a key that doesn’t exist. Boy is he gonna be disappointed.”

Ben appears to enjoy this idea. “I hope I get to see his face when he finds out. Can you make that happen?”

Klaus continues, “Or maybe he’d like us to get a copy of the key made. We can print one on demand from that guy on the corner. You know the one — the cute one. Anyway, it’s not like a book ever hurt anybody.”

“How have you managed to live this long?” Ben asks, as he enjoys his favorite pastime: belittling everyone’s intellectual capacity. “Klaus-“

Klaus cuts him off. “And anyway, Ben, my corporeal cherub and not-brother in arms. If we can get a copy, then surely anybody can get a copy. They could come here and get it. We are booksellers after all, babe. We do offer that sort of thing. Actually, that very thing. I could just sell him the one in your hand. It’s for sale right now.”

Ben pinches the bridge of his nose in forebearence. He’s still riding the elusive high of caring about somebody. “I'm a corporeal cherub? Try not trying so hard Klaus, it’s embarrassing. Just because I gave you a dictionary for our birthday doesn’t mean you should go around using it.”

“But Bennerino, I’m attempting to improve myself. I thought that was what you meant when you told me I suck and then handed me a dictionary. By the way, Bennerino, just a quick note: there are tons of official synonyms for ‘suck,’ ‘idiot,’ and ‘moron.’ You could stand a little improvement in that insult-archive you have hiding up there in that Evil little skull of yours.”

“My-“

Klaus is pointing at Ben with a finger swirling circles. “Sh! Don’t interrupt, Ben, I’m on a roll.” Klaus wishes he could use that finger to boop Ben on the nose, but they’ve been getting along so well in the aftermath of that horrible experience they just survived — the one with the possession and the rescuing. He fears that Ben’s goodwill (now that there’s confirmation that Ben’s goodwill exists) will suddenly go poof and dissipate like a ghost.

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Catch up: Devil’s Night Chapter 1 || Prev: Chapter 5

Or start with their origin story: Ded & Gonne Chapter 1

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[litgwritersroom]

SUMMER LOVE (But It's Golden)

Bobby McKenzie attends a wedding.

Bobby/MC - 3900+ words - i-boop-you

🎵 and i can still see it all in my mind, all of you, all of me, intertwined. i once believed love would be black and white but it's golden 🎵

The church bells were ringing; a piano was playing softly within. The sky was clear blue, like even the weather couldn’t find a reason not to celebrate today. The day was as full of sunshine as the faces of the welcoming party outside the church.

How was that for a Thursday in November.

Bobby rode up with Noah and a few other of the lads from the show. The whole group had been invited. Bobby had apparently been extremely close to being shafted off the guest list, and he wasn’t all that surprised. Not when he and the bride had spent the entire summer in the Villa together, even exchanging the ‘I love you’. At the time, Bobby could see them exchanging a different set of vows; vows she’ll now be exchanging with someone else.

If it wasn’t for the guys, Bobby might never have come. He had half a mind to run still, to escape the church grounds, never looking back, as he dashed between the rose bushes. Long before he’d first dropped those three little words he knew he felt them, and even now, long after he had first let them fall from his lips, he knew he still felt them. He was as certain now as he had been back then.

The unnatural heat of today was almost as strong as it had been back on that challenge platform; the sound of the distant birds chirping away in the background; the smell of the breeze carrying warmth and fresh country air. He closed his eyes and it was like he was back there, back before everything fell apart.

Neither of them had known her ex boyfriend had been waiting for her to come out. He laid it on thick, never letting up, a never-ending train of apologies as he begged for forgiveness. No doubt she had never looked as good as she had winning Love Island.

Bobby had seen it coming before it happened. Just a month after they left the Villa, she sat him down and ended things, saying she was going to give things another go with Levi. They had history, a past, all this time invested in each other already. From what Bobby knew of their past relationship, that history was full of Levi cheating on her with some cherry lips and a mountain of shining red hair.

From the moment Levi appeared back in her life, Bobby knew she would leave to go back to him, giving Levi the chance and the ammunition to hurt her again. Bobby wasn’t bitter, and he wasn’t hanging about waiting with an ‘I told you so’, and nor was he hanging on to welcome her back sobbing into his open arms. It just was. This was reality and he wasn’t spending forever imagining the different realities where she ran back to him. For all Bobby knew, she might even end up forgiving Levi again if - when? - if - he cheated on her once more.

But all that breaking up was just five months ago. She had come to him a month after the split to tell him Levi had proposed, and she had said yes, and that it was happening soon. Bobby was still adjusting to it until the very morning the day came.

And that day was today.

Bobby woke up; the fog that had sat in his head in the months building up to today was dissipating, clearing the way to really think straight; his bad mood, his sullen air, was all blowing away like the clouds in the sky, leaving his sights clear.

His stomach was still in knots, but he was entering a church to watch the woman he loved get married to some douchebag who never treated her right. Was he going to say anything? Was he going to rudely barge in, find her, tell her what a mistake she was making, that if she did this she could be regretting it for the rest of her life? Surely, if he did that, made her call the whole thing off, that could be what she regrets for the rest of her life.

His heart lost speed as they made their way under the arched doorway of the church. The white ribbons adorned the length of the room, going from pew to pew, tying together the small bouquets of flowers at each end. White, silver, and blue, so very elegant, but he always knew her as golden.

She was the bright day; the colour of sunshine; sweet like honey, as lovely as a daffodil. She was the representation of joy, and if laughter was a person, it would have been her. She was Summer; the air, the breeze, the daze.

At least, that’s how he knew her in the Villa. That’s how she looked in the dozens of photos that were constantly splashed across hers and Levi’s socials. Every time he had seen her since the break-up, she looked more like a painting of her old self. Or had the cracks always been there, and Bobby had been too stunned to see?

No.

No. She had always been enough. She had always been true. She had always been honest.

Maybe he was just fooling himself, talking himself into seeing her unhappiness because he wanted it, selfishly so. Maybe he was waiting for her to wake up and realise she wanted him instead. Maybe he was holding out for her to call off the wedding. Maybe he was hoping that she would spot him in the crowd and the whole façade would crumble, the show would stop, and she would come back to him.

He knew she wouldn’t. She couldn't. Nothing like that happens for real; it’s too selfish, too inconsiderate, the exact opposite of her.

It would have been easy to hate her. He had every justification. He had read the tabloids, seen the theories. She had always meant to run back to Levi. They only broke up so she could go on the show and get famous herself. She only accepted the slot on the show to make him crawl back in the first place.

Everyone had a theory, and Bobby had read them all, but they didn’t know her like he knew her. They didn’t see her like he saw her. That was not her.

She had come onto the show a heartbroken girl, and built herself back up again in Bobby’s arms. He would do it again, even if it ended with them exactly where they were now, just so he could have that time with her. He would always have the Summer. Summer would always have them. They had been in love.

Blazing and true, it had been honest and heartfelt. It was what they both needed at the time; they were who each other needed. Never had anything felt so right in Bobby’s life, and he thought that she had felt it all too.

He’d never forget her face when Levi showed up at her door just two weeks after the show ended. The shock, the hurt; it was genuine, because she was genuine. The only fake thing about her had been those nails. Oh, and the hair extensions.

Still. Bobby took a deep breath as they found their seats. This was it. This was the new reality. She was getting married. She knew what she was doing. It wasn’t like she had been held at gunpoint for the past five months, forced to smile as she picked colour schemes, floral arrangements, and how many entrees they were going to serve.

That yes had come from her own lips.

Bobby couldn’t help but wonder how gleeful it might have been, how happy in that moment she had really been. She must have been happy enough. She must be the happiest she’s ever been. He had to accept that, he had to accept that he needed to move on.

This was going to be the first step, the lads assured him. They were rallied around, hands on his shoulders, patting him reassuringly at every moment, making sure he was watched at all times lest he run away sobbing.

Well, Bobby had no plans to do anything like that. He was going to sit in his seat and be happy for her. If anyone asked why he looked so uncomfortable, he’d blame it on the pew.

Actually, he did need to take a leak.

He patted Noah on the thigh, leant in, to whisper, “I need to pee.”

“Did you not go before we left?” Noah asked, frowning at him like Bobby was his kid brother or something.

“No, I forgot.”

“I told you to go before we left the house -”

“Well, I forgot. Jeez, you wouldn’t think I had other things on my mind -”

“I’m not letting you go on your own.”

“What? What do you think I’m going to do? Go hunt her down and -”

“She’s not here yet,” Lucas butted in, turning to lean over the back of his pew from the seat in front of them. “Chelsea just updated the group chat that she’s just getting her rollers out.”

Bobby raised his brows at Noah. “See. I’m literally just going to be a second.”

“Yeah, he’s got the kilt on, so he can just whip it up over one of those rose bushes outside,” Gary said, joining in with a grin.

“Okay, you are not peeing in the church flowers,” Noah said, shaking his head at Bobby like it was his idea.

“I wasn’t going to! God, why are you guys acting like I don’t know how to behave? My plan was always, always to find the toilets, believe it or not,” Bobby said exasperatedly.

“Should someone still go with him?” Ibrahim offered. “Just in case.”

“In case what?” Bobby asked, now flummoxed. It was like he had a history of being a mental case. What did they think he would do?

Ibrahim shrugged. “I dunno, like hide in a cupboard to jump out at the bridal party or something?”

“Why would I do that?”

“To be fair, I wouldn’t be surprised if you did something like that,” Henrik added, turning into the conversation with Lucas’ other side.

Bobby shook his head. “You guys really think I would do anything to try and ruin her day?”

“I mean, I don’t think it would be intentional -” Lucas begins, but Bobby cut him off by slicing his hand through the air. He cut them all off.

“I’m going before I wet myself in church,” he says, getting up.

“Again?” Gary offers, eyebrow raised.

“Again?” Bobby repeats, voice pitched. This one made him pause.

“Didn’t you tell us a story about you wetting yourself at -”

“That was at a sleepover. And also, I was six. I have more restraint these days.”

“We’ll see.”

Bobby got up and went. He found the toilets easy enough, down a hall just off the front door. There was a cue already, showing he wasn’t the only one without foresight to go before they got there. He would rub that in Noah’s face when he got back.

Bobby took out his phone while he waited. The group chat was exploding; the girls were keeping them constantly updated on their every move, updating the bride's every move.

Bobby felt still again as he imagined her in her white dress, getting her make-up done, holding a bouquet that matched the ones dotted around the church. He was about to watch her gliding up the aisle, eyes adoringly on the only man that mattered to her today, and he was going to watch it from the side-line.

He closed his eyes again, seeing her not from the side, not from one amongst the crowd, but centre stage, above everyone else, just him and her.

His eyes shut tighter as he saw her giving him the look she had the first time they exchanged those words. He swapped the ‘I love you’ for ‘I do’. She didn’t need to say I love you because it was all over her face, the look of love clear as the day they’d woken up to.

And the best part, the very best part - it was only for him.

Bobby and her, and they were in love, and it was just them, living in the sunshine. And if the rain did come, well, he didn’t mind living in rainbows.

One message popped up in the chat, stuck out like a daisy among weeds. It wasn’t from her, none of them were, though they were all about her.

Lottie: Is Bobby there? The bride doesn’t believe us that he’s shown up!

Chels: BOBBY, IF YOU’RE THERE GIVE US A SIGN!!! WAVE!! AN EMOJI! ANYTHING!!

… Was she worried he wasn’t going to be here? She really, really wanted him to come along? After everything?

More importantly, was the thought that he wasn’t going to go upsetting her? Why would it matter so much? They were ‘old flames’ now. Though, she had apparently really, really fought to get him invited at all. So he knew there was something.

His heart was racing still when he got back to his seat. The guys congratulated him for not running away and not doing anything daft. Bobby just pushed a stupid grin on his face and got quiet.

“Hey, the girls are leaving the hotel,” Henrik said, voice laced with excitement.

“Finally,” Gary said. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

Show.

It was all a show.

For months, Bobby had been putting it on, pretending he wasn’t seeing the whole world putting it on, too. It was all a show.

He loved her. He loved her and he didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want to watch her marry the wrong guy. Even if she didn’t want to be with Bobby, she could do better than someone who had cheated on her. Even if it wasn’t with him. She could do better.

Everyone deserves someone who’s willing to give them their whole heart. You can’t do better than that, and Bobby doesn’t want to watch anyone - let alone the bride of the day - be with anyone less than they deserve.

Everything feels like it’s all happening at once. The place goes quiet, but it’s buzzing with noise.

The piano is playing; louder and quieter at the same time. The groom and all his men lead their way to the front of the room where the priest is waiting.

Bobby could not dispute how happy Levi looked right then. He was suddenly buried by an avalanche of guilt for wanting to rob Levi of the joy and happiness that she brought into the world. Maybe Levi had changed, maybe he was better now, and maybe he wouldn’t break her heart again. Bobby had to believe it. He had to.

Even as his heart was pounding, longing for her - for him - for anyone to do something. Don’t say yes, don’t say yes, please, please, don’t let anyone say ‘I do’.

The room went quiet. Everyone was hushed, the world was as still as it ever was going to get. The anticipation filled the room, everyone wanting to see the bride in all her beautiful glory, all eyes on her as they should be, the most beautiful woman in the world.

Bobby got to his feet like everyone else. He saw over the heads of everyone who was sitting behind them. Each hammer of the piano keys felt like someone was inside his head, knocking their fists against his skull. Was this ‘Here Comes the Bride’ or a death march?

His eyes were glistening already, just a moment before she stepped foot inside the old building, the sun at her back, making her glow like an idol handpicked by the angels themselves.

She was beauty, she was elegance, she was the stars that shined in the night and the sun that lit up the day; she was the air he breathed, she was life, she was everything.

And she was waltzing up the aisle to someone else.

Bobby couldn’t even take his eyes off of her to make sure Levi was appreciating the sight before him properly. How could he not? How could he ever imagine hurting someone so wonderful? How could Levi live with himself knowing that he hadn’t done everything he could to keep her happy?

Is that what Bobby was guilty of now? As he watched her making her way to the front of the church where Levi was waiting, expectant smile all over his undeserving face, is that what Bobby was allowing?

Could Bobby live with himself knowing he hadn’t done everything he could to keep her happy?

She stood before them all, facing Levi, and reached for his hand. Was she smiling? Was she happy? She should be, she would be - but how long would it last? How long until that smile and the sunshine within her faded out?

Bobby’s ears were ringing; he could hear the church bells again despite their stillness. He watched Levi’s and the priest's lips moving, not catching a word, could see her jaw from the side, going up and down as she recited the well-rehearsed vows along with them.

Was his heart beating, thumping with the force of a hammer, or was it still, dead as if he was flat-lining?

And then he heard it, chorusing out among the choir of chaos in his head.

“Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now…”

… or forever hold your peace.

The words hadn’t been spoken yet. The world truly had gone still.

Hand balling into his fist, Bobby reached out to Noah, placing his fist on the other man’s thigh.

The wisp of a smile that had been on Noah’s face quickly dissipated into worry, no doubt figuring that this moment was all too much for Bobby. And it was, but not for the reason Noah probably assumed.

Looking Noah dead in the eye, Bobby said, “Should I do something really stupid?”

Eyes wide; face long; Noah paled.

He reached back for Bobby, but Bobby was already moving. All Noah could do was scramble, whispering out the most hushed, “ No - !”

Gasps rang up all around the room as Bobby got to his feet, standing as bold as brass in the middle of the aisle, all eyes on him.

He was only looking at her.

“Summer.”

Summer looked at him, eyes wide, but soft. Her lips were parted, like she wanted to say something, but nothing came out. If she was stunned, at a loss for words, he couldn’t blame her. He was stunned at his own boldness, already feeling the weight of standing up so suddenly pressing him down.

“Don’t do this,” he said, blinking back any potential tears. His heart was back and it was going so fast he thought it might be trying to kill him. “Don’t say ‘I do’, please. I should have spoken up sooner, and I’m sorry for doing this now…”

He took a step forward, and that seemed to break the spell. Mutterings broke out across the room, there was some movement from those sitting around him like they were thinking of physically stopping him should he try to take another step towards the happy couple.

“Don’t marry him. He’s already proven he doesn’t deserve you, Summer. I’m not saying run away with me, but I’m asking you not to throw your life away for some guy who doesn’t even respect you enough to stay faithful.”

Jaws were dropping all around after already being picked back up. Not a soul in the place looked like they knew what do to.

But there was only face, one person, Bobby cared about now.

*****

Summer didn’t know how to feel. She stood in front of all her friends and family, in front of her fiancé's friends and family, being asked not to do the very thing everyone was planning for over the last five months.

It had all been such a rush, she hadn’t even thought much about it beyond picking out the details. The last few months had been like living in a dream, and she had sensed that reality was about to burst her bubble. But not like this.

Bobby stood, so sorrowful, full of regret and pleading. So blue. He shut his eyes tight. She saw it in him; whatever gusto had build up that led to him standing, finally speaking out, she saw it all leave him.

He opened his eyes. Once more, they were only on her. It always felt like he never saw the world around her when she was there, that his eyes were well and truly only for her.

“I’m sorry,” he said, shaking his head. He stepped back. “I’ll go.”

Noah stood, going straight to Bobby, putting his hand on Bobby’s chest. “Come on,” he said, speaking soft, “let’s go.”

Her eyes flickered around their friends; seeing the shock, the horror, the hands held to their mouths, eyes wide in disbelief.

Bobby was half way down the aisle when Summer turned back to Levi finally.

His face was a picture of fury. He had to yet to tear his eyes off the back of Bobby’s head.

Summer understood. Of course he would be furious. He should be. And after arguing with her about him even getting invited, he was right…

Or was he?

Summer looked at him. Really, really looked at him. All of a sudden it was like she was seeing him for the first time, seeing him through the eyes of everyone else, of those not blinded by the love she felt for him once.

Her heart sank.

On her wedding day, before all of her guests, looking at her future husband. Her heart sank at the sight of him. All that happiness was turning in her stomach, but she knew what she needed to do.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, feeling it come out of her mouth like a ghost was speaking through her. She hardly believed she had said it, but she had. And it wasn’t because of the interruption. “I’m sorry, Levi. He’s right. I can’t - I should - we shouldn’t. We shouldn’t be doing this.”

His face fell and her own matched it. She felt that loss, that sorrow, but there was something else, too… something stronger.

“Bobby…”

“Summer -” Levi tried to reach out of her, but she was already stepping back.

Summer turned to the crowd, one foot already heading down the short set of steps. “BOBBY!”

Everyone stared, the shocking just kept piling on and on. But Summer could only see him. He was under the arch, framed by the unnaturally beautiful day, like the world had come together to make her see everything so clearly that she couldn’t believe she had ever seen anything different. What was was blue had turned golden.

He turned, looking back at her like he couldn’t believe it. She felt like she had on that first day they met; the sun enveloped him that day too, like summer was trying to hug him.

Summer blew down the aisle, heart beating harder than it had on her way up, hair blowing behind her, not a care in the world how the man at the other end saw her, knowing he wouldn’t care because she was coming to him.

“Bobby.”

It came out as a gasp, a cry, as she threw her arms around him. He held her back tight, holding her like he was afraid of ever letting her go again.

"Summer."

“Come on,” she said, breaking off the hug, but not breaking from him. Not again. Never again.

She took his hand, and he took hers, and they ran down the church steps into the glory of the bright, new day.

When those church doors shut heavily behind them, Summer stopped them again, throwing her arms around his neck once more, but this time, without the eyes of the world on them, she kissed him.

In that moment, the world was theirs. It was peace.

It was golden.

[stillm0nster]

1 / 31 december writing challenge - holiday edition! ft. @foxmists. 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 : surprise, long walk in the falling snow, snowball fight, laughter.

while  the  christmas  spirit  was  enveloping  everyone  and  everything,  heedo  was  still  struggling  with  coping  with  his  new  life.  at  least  letting  his  friends  help  him  has  proved  to  have  a  positive  effect  because  he  was  finally  back  to  classes  after  a  month  of  trying  to  come  to  terms  with  who  he  was  now.

with  the  temperatures  dropping  rapidly,  it  was  only  normal  for  the  first  snow  to  arrive  too.  heedo  found  himself  standing  by  the  window  in  the  hallway  for  a  couple  of  minutes  before  his  third  class  of  the  day  started,  watching  the  snowflakes  dance  around,  a  white  veil  already  covering  everything  in  sight.  how  beautiful!  that  was  when  he  knew  what  he  was  doing  tonight  after  his  classes  end.

time  passed  quickly  and  his  classes  ended  earlier,  giving  him  over  an  hour  to  get  to  aeri's  campus  and  surprise  her.  rather  than  taking  the  bus,  he  walked,  aware  of  the  cold  but  not  feeling  any  of  it  the  way  he  used  to.  the  frosty  bite  on  his  cheeks  wasn't  a  big  deal  nor  was  his  hands  freezing.  a  simple  beanie  was  enough  of  a  camouflage  too,  keeping  his  hair  from  getting  wet  and  messy  rather  than  keeping  him  warm.

when  her  classes  were  finally  over,  he  stood  outside,  waiting  for  her  with  a  smile  etched  on  his  face.  how  long  has  it  been  already?  way  over  a  year  since  they  first  met  but  only  recently  made  things  official.  " hey! "  he  raised  his  hand  to  catch  her  attention  which  definitely  worked  the  way  he  intended  it  to.  seeing  that  sparkle  in  her  eyes,  her  bright  smile!  ah,  that  melted  his  heart.  he  loved  her  so  much.  his  arms  flew  open  and  as  if  in  an  instant,  she  was  snuggled  in  his  embrace.  " surprise!  my  classes  ended  early  so  i  decided  to  come  pick  my girl up. "  he  said,  now  gazing  down  at  her  lovingly,  booping  her  nose  when  she  said  he  didn't  have  to  do  that.  of  course  he  had  to!

after  making  sure  she's  not  feeling  cold  (  asking  at  least  ten  times  to  clarify  ),  the  two  headed  home.  " how  were  classes  today? "  she  asked,  knowing  that  he  was  still  struggling  with  his  bloodlust  and  she  was  also  aware  of  how  disappointed  he  was  that  he  had  missed  so  many  classes.  she  simply  hated  seeing  him  suffer  but  some  things  were  beyond  her  control.  " it  was  fun.  i  was  able  to  read  some  stuff  that  i've  missed  and  i  feel  like  i'm  finally  catching  up. "  he  said  simply,  the  tonality  of  his  voice  being  rather  nonchalant. 

their  walk  was  so  peaceful,  with  the  snow  falling  and  them  having  a  small  talk,  discussing  things  they  learned  in  class  during  the  day.  he  loved  hearing  what  she  takes  interest  in  and  in  return,  aeri  loved  listening  to  him  talk  about  science.  by  now,  his  arm  was  around  her  shoulders  and  she  was  leaning  into  him  as  they  walked.  " i  remember  hyemi  saying  she  missed  the  snow  so  bad  when  she  was  overseas.  the  first  year  she  came  back  here  and  it  snowed,  she  ran  outside  and  started  making  snow  angels. "  he  remembered  that  as  if  it  was  yesterday  because  he  ran  out  after  her.  with  a  cheeky  grin,  he  pulled  away  from  his  girlfriend  enough  so  he  could  trip  her  while  they  walk  and  catch  her  before  she  falls  on  the  snow,  eliciting  a  loud  squeal  from  her  in  the  process.  " wanna  make  a  snow  angel  too,  baby? "  he  asked  with  a  laugh.  she  whined  out  a  no  but  ended  up  laughing  when  she  was  back  on  her  feet,  giving  his  shoulder  a  light  punch.  his  actions  must  have  sparked  the  mischievousness  in  her  because  the  next  thing  he  knew  was  a  snowball  almost  hitting  him  in  the  face.

what  followed  was  a  snowball  fight  which  continued  for  a  while,  the  two  running  around  and  enjoying  their  time  like  little  kids  do  during  the  first  snow.  it's  the  little  things  that  make  us  the  happiest.  it  all  ended  on  good  terms  however,  no  winner  or  loser,  just  two  happy  grownup  kids.  the  laughter  leaving  their  lips,  filling  the  space  around  them.  heedo  wished  this  could  last  F O R E V E R.

" let's  head  home  now,  baby.  don’t  want  you  catching  a  cold. "  he  expressed  his  worry  but  seeing  her  little  pout  made  him  roll  his  eyes  playfully.  he  knew  what  it  meant  without  her  having  to  tell  him!  stepping  closer  to  aeri,  heedo  leaned  down  to  press  a  kiss  to  her  lips.  he  could  never  get  enough  of  her  kisses.  " love you. " he whispered when their lips parted.

[ben-the-hyena]

Cuphead season 1b (because I refuse to aknowledge it as season 2 Netflix is a greedy bastard towards animators) personal opinion (spoilers)

So I finally could find a way to watch the new episodes and could avoid all spoilers

And even if I did like it and did laugh and I did like some new stuff, details, lore, game references and characters (Ludwig is a bastard I love him) and made others more likable (Stickler was less annoying and feels like he god his revenge meaning he can be a little rebellious hehe)...

I must say I am disappointed and found it less good than season 1a

Too much more filler episodes that were not even fun unlike the ones from the first batch (the wood episode and the photography episode... wtf those were lame)

The photography episode btw. Both Mugman and Cuphead willing to keep humiliating Elder Kettle for fun and Elder Kettle trying to maim them a 2nd time. Why is everybody so mean spirited in that new batch !?

The Devil and the main story only happened 2 episodes one we had already seen on YouTube weeks ago

It FUCKING ENDS ON THAT ONE EPISODE AND ITS CLIFFHANGER NO MATTER HOW WE ALL KNOW THAT SCREENSHOT OF CUPHEAD WHO GOES DOWN THE ELEVATOR WHICH THUS WOULD BE FOR SEASON 1C WHAT A SCAM

Cuphead lost braincels and became more selfish and heartless and Mugman suffered more from him more than once (Cuphead ready to abandon him to Bon Bon ?! wtf ?!) he was straight up mean several times and literally cared about himself only except 2 or 3 times. Why nerfing him !?

I had more hope for Chalice since she did regret to let them to jail but nope she just comes back like nothing happened pretending not to know they were in jail (how can she NOT know since she knew that'd happen last time ?!) ; I know she will have a redemption arc and is now a better friend who helps but still

Minor criticism but I didn't see Bon Bon as an insane canibal, just a spoiled angry woman. I mean she was fun, but why that choice ?

Once again Kind Dice only appearing once. Cool... (THOUGHIADMITIAMVERYHAPPYHEWASSTILLINHELLANDDIDFANGIRLOVERTHATANDOVERTHEFACTHEISSTILLDEVILSNUMBERONEAAAAAA-)

I mean I am not against Cala Maria being a sadistic seductress villain but... That was just not how I pictured, I rather saw her as someone like Betty Boop or something, not someone enjoying killing. Also the more I hear it the more I hate her accent like PICK ONE she doesn't even know what accent it is I bet !

A nitpick but I never shipped her and Briney Beard soooooooo the fact it more or less became semi canon did not thrill me (nor Cala Maria X Mugman and seeing him crush on her is both funny but also I wish it won't stay too much especially since she fucking tried to eat you boy)

So are they kids, teens or adults ?! They fucking grow beards ! I'm confused what to HC now

Yeah so... I just wish season 1C will have better pacing, will know how to depict Cuphead and balance out his good heart and stupidity again and will calm down with the filler episodes. And I also wish it will come soon. And that animators will finally get their respect and get a REAL season 2

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

Fear of Disappointment || Ko-fi Drabble

It seemed like a normal night at first, Chris was at the farmhouse and Crane was working in the lab. They had shared a brief dinner and spent some time afterwards discussing fear and fright. For all thing considered, it had been a good day.

Chris usually let Crane work late, as his father felt he worked better late at night. He said his good nights and went to his bedroom to rest. He always felt like his father cared, and knew that if he needed him, that Crane would be there. Thus sleep usually came easy, and dreams were charming like an old black and white Betty Boop cartoon.

Well, tonight was different.

Chris lay in bed tossing and turning deep in his sleep, something was wrong tonight. Nightmares are all powerful, and these were no exception. Visions of an angry man, full in scarecrow grab, he loomed over Chris and screamed about how much he hated his son. How he wished he never was adopted. All hateful words spread into the fragile boys head.

Chris stood tiny against the scarecrow, trying to fight back. Unfortunately he was too weak in comparison, and the Scarecrow’s speeches were cold and calculated to seek every weakness of the boy. In his sleep tears fell down his cheek. He awoke full of sweat and fear, almost bawling within seconds.

Chris was afraid. Afraid his dream spoke the truth. He swung the sheets back and took every shred of courage left in his body to get up and confront his father. He stomped down the hall and slammed the door to the lab open, slightly shocking the man down there working.

“Dad! Please talk to me!” he stammered

Jonathan looked up the staircase and at the second of seeing his son’s distressed face he knew he had to drop everything and talk. He put down his tools, turned off the flames of the bunsen burner and stood up, motioning to his son to come down the stairs.

“It’s alright, what is troubling you?”

Chris stumbled down the stairs trying to hold back tears “nightmare” was all that escaped his lips. Jonathan immediately grabbed his son and put him into a gentle embrace. He shushed the tears away and spoke gently. “No scary dream is worth your happiness, you are stronger than the nightmare. I love you my son, please know I am not ashamed of you. You are a frightful boy and I could not nor would not want anyone else to be my son”

His words soothed the teenager, as if he didn’t have to explain. Jonathan just knew. That was something he admired about his dad. He always knew the right words to use. Within seconds of his speech, Chris felt better, stronger. He knew his father loved him. He knew he was the one and only son of the Scarecrow!

And even if he had further nightmares, he knew Jonathan would be there.