#also laughing bull hahaha

[spike-and-faye]

CB does have swearing BUT I think there are exactly zero instances of the Fuck word.

If only one character was allowed to say Fuck in the whole show, who should it be?

I was hardcore obsessed with I think you should leave in 2019 BEFORE it was cool

[ynbabe]

for a request: american motogp rider or bullrider!reader whos from the south x logan sargeant. i’m picturing a male reader but it can be fem 🫶

I've chosen Bullrider! Reader but I don't know jack shit about it lmao 😭

Southern hospitality ୨୧ Logan Sargeant x Male!Reader

Miami GP was good luck for Logan. It was almost like the car and track knew it was his home, he felt faster, stronger, and better on that track but it might also have been the looming threat of losing his job. The constant questioning of his talent and hard work.

He was also totally ignoring the mess that was his personal life, not that he had much outside of F1.

"Knock Knock," Someone tapped his head and declared with a smile in his voice.

"Wh- Alex?" He looked up at his teammate who sheepishly but not apologetically smiled back, skin pink from the sun.

"What were you thinking about?" He asked stealing Logan's 'panic spot' behind the motor home where he was leaning on some old tyres, though any spot could be a panic spot if Logan walked in.

This time he was nudged out of his head, "You're doing it again," he stated, a soft look too close to pity for comfort in his eyes.

"Nah man nothing much, home race and all you know?" He lied and Alex looked least convinced but they were both interrupted by the door opening.

"Hey guys, we've got some PR stuff to do," someone from the team announced. Of course, he was definitely gonna have to skip lunch today as well.

He kept replying to Alex's chatting, still convinced the older man suspected he was lying. He was okay, why wouldn't he be?

"O-oh my god," Alex interrupted himself and pushed an arm in front of Logan, making the blonde boy stop in his tracks confused. "Is that a real-life cowboy?" He all but screamed making Logan look around till he spotted a tanned man with y/h/c hair wearing a leather cowboy hat.

As they reached closer they could hear the thick southern accent the man had, around him were a few of the mechanics, some taking photos and others staring intently at his face or rather his chiselled chest that could be seen through the half-open white shirt the man wore.

"What the fuck?" For the first time in a long time, Logan's mind was clear.

"Logan, stop drooling, I get it but we're in public," Alex chastised, laughing while he pushed the both of them ahead.

Now Logan prided himself on being a mature guy, even as a kid everyone told him so, so why was he pulling and jumping over Alex like a teenage boy trying to show off in front of this really really attractive stranger?

The stopped just as they reached you, Alex's Pr manager was standing there already, looking annoyed at the two for being late.

"Y/n," He called the man who excused himself and walked over to where they were standing, "Logan, Alex, this is Y/n L/n our celebrity guest for Miami,"

The man in front of him laughed, his y/e/c eyes crinkling as he did.

“Now I wouldn’t say celebrity, but thank you sir,” he commented and the older man nodded, a stricter nod was given to Logan and Alex but both chose to ignore that.

They walked towards a shaded area, Y/n leading them, “Now I would say y’all are the real celebrities, drivin’ those cars at a million miles,” his voice (the accent) raised the hair at the back of Logan’s neck.

“Hahaha, thank you so much, so what do you do?” Alex asked, which made Logan glare at man, that was such a rude question! He could be a nepo-baby, it’s America Alex!

“Oh, I’m a bull rider,” he answered and suddenly Logan was chocking on air, it’s not his fault his brain was disgusting! “You okay, Sargeant,” the man, the literal bull rider had placed a hand on his shoulder and was asking him- wait what the fuck? Logan was a grown man, why is he acting like a teenage girl with a crush?

He straightened up, trying to clear his throat, “bull rider, huh,” he pointed to the hat, making the man smile, a slight blush spreading across his features.

“All a part of the brand, stole it from a teammate and it stuck,” he made a pained expression, half joking.

“Do you know J.B. Mauney?” Alex asked, reminding Logan that he was still there.

"Oh Lord," Y/n laughed, "He's my teammate," now it was Alex's turn to swoon.

"Really? Oh my God, he's so cool! My for you page is filled with his edits!" Alex told the man in front of him and the second-hand embarrassment Logan felt could have killed him only Alex didn't seem embarrassed at all, in fact, he was doubling down on the simp parade.

"Between you an' I, I had a pretty darn big crush on that man too," he confessed, winking at Logan. "I think you boys need to get goin' now but how bout we catch lunch? I heard they don't feed you good round here," Logan turned around and saw someone call for them and missed the way Alex looked between the two men standing significantly closer together than needed.

"Unfortunately, I've got a little lunch date with Lily," Alex feigned sadness but smiled wide.

Y/n turned to the blonde, raising a brow to which Logan couldn't help but nod yes.

As they walked away, Logan still reeling from the butterflies he got in his stomach every time the other man spoke, Alex bumped into him, giggling, "You are so welcome, mate," he laughed and walked into the building.

y/n/l/nofficial

y/n/l/nofficial told him not to eat the wasabi 🤷‍♂️

username Is this a soft launch?

username Oh?

username IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN MEEEEE

username Istg I've seen that blonde before

username ong that hoodie too

You knew you had forgotten to tag Logan but you never expected people to expect he was your boyfriend! That post wasn't even that suggestive, was it? Oh god, it was going to be so embarrassing!

"Hey, Y/n you good?" Your teammate asked you causing you to throw your phone at the man, who laughed at the comments.

"This is why we keep PR managers, cowboy," he threw it back to you, "Hey at least you got another bull outta it-" he teased making you throw your pillow at him which he laughed at rushing out the room.

Your hand trembled over Logan's chat. Should you invite him out again? The lunch invitation already had you sweating under your collar like a thief in church. Why was talking to that Floridian getting you so nervous? You balanced on live bulls for a damn living!

Okay, oh god why wasn't he responding. You really fucked this up, next time you went out you were going to let that bull throw you nine ways to Sunday and then some more.

Could you blame this on autocorrect? Yeah, of course, everyone knew what a nuisance that damn thing was.

In the middle of your spiral, you got a few notifications, hoping it was Logan you quickly checked your phone, almost dropping it in the process.

logansargeant

logansargeant Southern Hospitality 🫡

username sir? Bro? Pookie bear? Come back home the kids miss you 😭

username Forgive me I wasn't aware of your game

username Guys can't they just be friends???

alexalbon You're welcome 🥰

username GIRL- WHAT DO YOU KNOW????

username IS THAT @/y/n/l/noffical

username I'D KNOW THAT DAMN SMILE ANYWHERE Stgsiagdfki

Request 1/5- DONE!! Updates will be weekly as I wanna make sure I get the best quality of each fic but TRUST your ask will be answered cause most are abt Logan and we stan that American boy in this damn blog here 😤

As always pls do let me know how y'all like the fic!! comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

[youaresimplylovely]

“Fast and Fabulous: A Driven Love” 

---- A love story between a Formula 1 Driver and a Supermodel

Chapter 2 (Prev. Chapter) Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5. Chapter 6

Pairing: Carlos Sainz!Formula 1 Driver x Famous Supermodel!Reader

Words: 727 words

Warnings: Fluff, major plot twist at the end hahaha, mentions of F1, timeline in the story starts at 2021, translated filipino :>

Proofread!!

Summary: An Evening with The Dela Cruz Family

Pots, pans, and utensils clatter around the kitchen of the Dela Cruz house. Your mother groaned, putting down the knife she used to chop the potatoes. You could see the anger in her eyes when your father came home to work as he entered the house. 

"Hi, honey."

 Your father grins nervously as he smiles at your mother. You and your brother turn your heads from the TV as you look at your father, holding your laughs. You could hear the nervousness from your father's voice.

“Ano ba yan Jean! Ilang beses na ah! No shoes diyos ko! (What is that Jean! How many times already! No shoes my God!)” 

Your mother loudly scoffed, approaching your father and glaring at him.

 "I know, mon amour, and I'm so sorry, and I am also sorry for being late."

 Your father chuckles nervously, approaching your mother. He hugs her, rubbing her back, trying to calm her down. 

"Now, mon amour, care to tell me why you're so mad? Other than me?.” Your father flashed a bright smile. 

"Pretty sure all you, Dad."

 Mark laughed, sitting up from the couch as he patted his father's shoulder. 

"Mark!" Your mother glared at him, making him laugh even more. 

"Ay, I'm sorry, ma.; here, let me help you cook." Mark smiled softly, heading to the kitchen to continue his mother's left-off cooking. 

"Sometimes I forget mama is half Filipino and half Spanish."

 Pao snickered, watching you and your Kuya James (older brother) play F1 21'. 

"Isa ka pa Paolo! (You are another one, Paolo!)."

Your mother pulled away from the hug with your father as she glared at Pao.

"AH! Ma! You are the most beautiful woman, and I love you very much."

Pao's eyes widened at his mother's yelling; he sat up, approached her, and hugged her.    Your mom snickered, wrapping his arms around Pao and hugging him. 

"You know I don't like you coming home late." Your mother pouted at your father, still hugging Pao. 

"I know, mon amour, and I'm sorry, we just had so many meetings." 

Your father apologized, kissing your mother's cheek and making your mother smile. 

"Oh hey there, honey." Your father smiled, seeing you, sitting next to you.

"Hi there, father." You giggle, smiling, putting the PS4 controller down. 

"Ah, playing F1 21'?" Your father smiled at you and James. 

"Our little girl is excited to finally attend her first F1 race." James chuckled, pinching your cheek.

"Well, it's good honey that the race we're attending is at Monza; I picked it out for you cause I know you're such a Ferrari fan."

 Your father smiled, opening his arms. Smiling happily, you bury your face in his chest, sighing contentedly. 

"Thank you, Dad." you smile, looking up at your father. 

You couldn't be happier; you've been an F1 fan for many years, yet you've never attended a race. The reason you always gave was that you were busy, especially as a supermodel, which is true, but you were scared. More than worried, you never knew why. This was how you always felt, but that didn't matter anymore; attending your first race is great, and now you're excited. Your brothers attended races except for Pao; it was both your first. 

The Dela Cruz family is a complete sports fan, except when picking teams to support, especially in Formula 1. Your father and three older brothers supported Mercedes. They always have and always will. While you were a Ferrari fan, solid, as in, and then Pao, who is the complete polar opposite of you. He was a Red Bull fan, which is crazy, and you keep saying that to him. 

Soon, Your thoughts were disturbed by a long, loud flush of the toilet coming from the bathroom, causing everyone to look at the door. Laughing as they saw your other older brother, Kuya Dan (older brother), come out of the bathroom, chuckling nervously. 

"What's up? Oh hey, dad,"  He laughs, noticing your father as he smiles, sitting beside him.  

“Tagal mo tumae boi (you took so long to poop boi)” 

“Aba sino ka dyan, tagal mo din mag cr (Ah who are you there, you take long in the cr too) Dan rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue out at Pao. 

“O sya tama na yan, let’s eat! (Oh that’s enough, let’s eat!) Your mother laughs.

[foundfam2754]

S17e5 live reactions!

Spoilers…obviously

- yeah Elias don’t murder anyone if you wanna be an informant

- lol he has a whole receiving parade

- oh my fucking god Elias is messing w our papa pasta :(

- oh I just realised it has been ages since he’s actually spoken to him not in his mind - you got this bud ❤️

- car sex is just not it man

- OH DEBBY RYAN LOOKALIKE AND DAMIAN I see

- the girl reminds me of cat adams - revenge murder and maybe the most brutal bc of so much hurt in the past - in fact this whole thing gives me dirty dozen vibes

- “you’ve been taking to to yourself” “I’ve been talking to myself for years” idk why that made me laugh hard

- AM I ONLY THE ONE WHO SEES THE SPENCER REID PLAQUE COMING UP A LOT??? Pls let mgg come back oh my god

- hehe garvez is standing together 🥰

- protective luke 🥹

- “no!” “Everyone’s a comedian” HAHAHA

-“hands-off asshole” yeah give me more protective lukey pleaseeeee; also gives vibes of ‘don’t touch my girls stuff asshole’ which I LOVE

- “what’s up with you two…cause there’s a vibe” OH MY FUCKING GOD PENELOPE EVEN SICARIUS SEES IT. OPEN YOUR EYES AND LET HIM LOVE YOU

- couples who bully sicarius about his hygiene together stay together 🥺 🤝

- I kinda love how they’re filming this - they’re profiling together in the bull pen and workshopping - Elias has a weird chemistry w them

- lol pen with the handkerchief

- DONT TOUCH HER

- this is too easy; I’m so suspicious: I feel like he’s gonna do the same with Bailey - say something code-wordy to hint to him

- also why does it feel like Elias is being too helpful? like I think maybe he’s so invested bc 1) he gets to mess with Dave by being part of his team 2) Damian is a loose end and has some evidence to tie him to sicarius offficially

- I TOLD U HE WAS GONNA CODE WORD IT. I KNEW THE TIPPY TAP MEANT SOMETHING

- I love smart strategic confident Em and she and Dave plotting to fuck Elias over together

- is he finally gonna shower??

- “dave” like they’re besties

- LOVE THIS SHOT

- EW THEY HAD VOIT SAY OUR PRECIOUS PHRASE - but okay no that was so impactful

- oh my god he’s fucking with them so hard oh my god

- JJ SAID FUCK!!

- OH MY GODDDDDDD they’re talking about jealous Luke they’re talking about Penelope and Tyler they’re SAYING IT OUTRIGHT I CANT TALK I CANT TYPE I AM SCREAMING I LITERALLY GOT OFF MY COUCH AND JUMPED ACROSS MY APT

- ew tynelope is so gross greencia is so much better

- Luke you didn’t say nooo?! we all know it drives you crazy agent alvez

- so chaotic Elias is so funny man; kudos to Zach Gilford

- PAPA PASTA PROTECTING HIS FAMILY. You mess with Pen, Rossi brings the heat

- isn’t “locking you in a shipping container” a confession?? why are they not more interested in that?

- oh my god Brian’s gaslighting her - falling into the conspiracy thing again - everyone’s vulnerable and only hearing what they want too

- haha lukey doing yoga

- oh my god how do they do anything without Penelope

- hey kiddos - voit is leaving?? Pls pay attention to him

- is Rossi gonna let him run??

- oh my god they’re profiling each other

- OH MY GOD DAMIAN. I KNEW ELIAS WAS GONNA CODE WORD IT.

- “Teresa is in trouble”!??

- TYLER I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU KEEP MORE SECRETS

- oh my god the sicarius smile

- aw tebecca!

- EM :(( be vulnerable babe we’re here for you

OH MY GOD THIS EP WAS SO GOOD

[gladdygirl18]

New tickle tea story incoming, and it's a really good one

Blue me, orange NEW BOYFRIEND

Yes u read that right! Wanna find out how this came to be? Read under cut (it's gonna be pretty long cuz this is covering 2 days)

So on sunday was my university's annual carnival to usher in new freshmen (so much fun 😁🫶🏾) and I was meeting up with my some friends.

My soon-to-be boyfriend (still a friend at this time) had sent me on a scavenger hunt to look for him, and ofc I eventually found him. After that, I gave him a small gift (some things I picked up from an anime convention) and he loved them

And throughout the day, after meeting up with our mutual friend, I would always poke and tickle him and ofc, he'd tickle me back

He is a firm believer of "equivalent exchange" (whatever I do to him, he does to me, and vise versa)

So while the carnival is going on, the 3 of us find and empty classroom to watch funny videos together. I started to lay across the table with my hat over my face (this happened like twice or thrice) and my soon-to-be at the time starts tickling me (revenge he called it 🤭💖)

When our mutual friend leaves the room, the 2 of us cuddled up to each other in the corner of the room and.... we started making out and the rest is history ☺️💖

We then went out to the courtyard late at night and just sat on the ground and just stayed there for a long while; it was bliss. We cuddled and kissed, and ofc tickled each other here and there. OMG he is such a tease

"Tickle tickle tickle~" "Where else are you ticklish?" "You're ticklish here too?" "You're just ticklish all over, aren't you baby?" "Coochie cochie coo~"

LIKE OMGGGG SHUUUUP UUPP 😆😆😆💖💖💖 I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

Next day (Monday) after classes, we were in my room just cuddling and kissing. Ofc, me being a little sneak, I start tickling. OMG he is so cute when tickled! 😍🥰💖😆 He has a very airy laugh and its cute

"No, not the tickles! Hahaha!" and once I tickle him, he tickles me back (firm believer in equivalent exchange) "That's it! C'mere you!" "Where's that bellybutton?"

I HAVE ASCENDED OMFGGGGGGGGGGGGG AHHH 💖😆💖😆💖

While cuddling, we did something that I never thought I would ever think I'd do (i'd only ever read this dhit in fics) WE PLAYED A TICKLE GAME

The rules were simple: whoever lasts longer without putting their arms down wins. He lasted about 1:03. I was already so fucking nervous, but the fun nervous. Now, if yall know me, I can turn off my ticklishness, but when he started digging into my armpits and sides, I lost it. and this boy starts teasing me saying: "Come on baby! You're doing great" "I caahahahahan't" "You're almost there!" "It tihihihihickles!" "I know, babe, but you're doing great! Only a few more seconds!"

BROOOOO I FUCKING LOVE HIM 💖💖💖

I lasted 1:04, a second longer than him (did not think i'd last that long tbh) Side note: he also has a small little obsession with my bellybutton and omgg he finds it so cute! He will tickle it, kiss it; I'm dying every time he plays with it 🥰😆💖

and ofc when I'm being bratty, he always says "Alright, that's it? Where's your bellybutton?" But if anything, he often aims for my armpits cuz i can't stand my armpits being tickled i literally start bucking like a bull (but it is so much fucking fun! 🥰)

Just yesterday, we did the same tickle game again. I had asked him if he could help me (cuz i wanted to see if i could last longer than 1:04) and he happily agreed. He then said, "However, if you lose, I get to tickle you more~"

BITCH I AM LOSING ON PURPOSE EVERY FCKING TIME IF THATS THE CASE WHAAAAAT 😆😆💖💖😍😍

When tickling me, he kept teasing me and encouraging me throughout, and it made it worse. And, purposefully ofc, I shot my arms down.

"Oh nooo.. Baby you didn't make it. You know what that means?"

This 6'2 guy straddles me, pins an arm above my head while locking the other underneath his knee and starts torturing the fuck outta my armpit!!! I wanted to fucking scream (i mean i did ofc but you know what I mean) and omggg he was so fucking sadistic with it too and it make the tickling worse. I then told him that I lost on purpose and he just gave me this smug ass look and said, "You don't think I knew? You wanted this all along didn't you sugar~? Having my hands lightly explore your tickle spots while you thrash around? Hearing you laughter and cute little giggles... it's like music to my ears~"

I AM AT PEACE OMGGGGGGG I'VE DIED😆💖💖😋😍😆

And omg he is so fucking considerate and compassionate. "The safeword is Grapefruit" (literally for no particular reason, just a random he came up with) Also pointing out when tickling me like that, he did tell me that, but I was having the time of my life that I didn't use it; I was having so much fun! "If you want me to stop, just say that word and my movements will freeze in an instant." "Is this okay for you, baby?" "I don't want to move too fast, so just let me know when you wanna take a step backward" that's all he was saying throughout while he was tickling me, and when I was calling out his name, he would say "What's wrong my little sugar? Are you having fun? Well, of course you are cuz if you weren't you would've said the safeword ages ago~" Such a fucking tease i love him 💖

But really tho, he be making me wanna cry... He's so fcking sweet omggg. One time, I started tearing up when I was hugging him and I said, "Thank you.... thank you so much" "I don't know what you're thanking me for" "...For making me feel wanted, loved, safe... and beautiful..." "Aww, you're welcome my little sugar dragon. You deserve to feel that way, and I'll do whatever I can to ensure that" (he calls me sugar dragon cuz A) I am very sweet and B) our favorite fantasical creature is a dragon, and to me, he's my little chaos dragon 🥰🧡🐲) He also says "She's sugar cuz she's sweet, too much of her will kill me, and too little of her will kill me" (iykyk)

but yeah! This is an incredible comeback to TTS's! I love my boyfriend so much; such a teasy tickle monster, even tho he calls me the tickle monster cuz i always iniciate the tickle fights we have 😋💖😋 But yeah, expect a lot more TTS very soon!

tagging the fwends: @giggly-squiggily @sunstone-smiles @cutesmokes @burningablaze @otomiyaa @ticklishfanart

[regularme12]

ler alec??

Alec is ticklish?!

So I'm gonna take a wild guess and assume u guys mean Alec from discenture camp😭 also, two ppl requested this so I'm gonna do it.

Author's note: I had someone comment Lee Alec, and this comment had Ler Alec instead, so my dyslexia thought it said Lee and not Ler, but I alr had this whole thing written out, so u guys better enjoy it nontheless.😭

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Alec and Connor was hanging out by the dock, drinking beer, and staring at the lake. "Hey man, about Riya..." Alec started scratching his neck, "I'm really sorry about that, we were both drunk and that's no excuse but-" He was then cut off by Connor. The older man sounded dissapointed but understanding at the same time.

"Listen, let all that go in the past, I don't like Riya, but it's ok. Honest. U're still my friend." Connor signaled him to stop talking or he's gonna make this situation a lot more unbearable to handle.

Alec sighed. "Alright, I guess..."

There was silence.

"Hey, what u thinking about Alec?"

More silence.

Connor had a brilliant thought that j crossed his mind. The thing he used to do to his grandson if he ever ignored his grandfather. It was tickling, and Alec was really ticklish, is what Fiore mentioned to everyone, but was forced to keep quiet. In her opinion, it was just to toy with the other if he ever got on people's nerves. Fiore isn't the type to just tickle any one, so the fact that she knows about this was out of shear accident. She saw him getting licked all over by a dog and he was screaming and laughing, "Hey, stohohop that! It tickles, hahaha."

Connor leaned his hand to Alec's side and squeezed, and it was the most reaction he got out of hom that he had never seen before. It was quite delightful.

Alec swooped his head to look at a mischevoius looking old man, his face was beat red, and his heart was pounding fast. "Don't you dare, Connor."

But it was too late. Connor pounced on the latter, and pinned his arms to his side. And then he did it. He started rapidly squeezing his sides to no end. "Cohohohonor!! Sthohohop!! Ahahahahah!!"

"Wow, Fiore was right, you are wildly ticklish. This an amazing founding, she may be an evil child, but I send my condolences to her for giving me this information."

"How dihihihid she fihihihind out!!! She never once tihihihickled me!!" He was wiggling side to side and he started humping up and down to fight the older one off, but to no avail.

"Well, she kinda basically told everyone. She said that she saw a dog licking u and u felt ticklish by that. So I thought I just had to find out if the rumors were true, you know, as a good friend I am." Connor switched to rapidly poking his stomach, Alec leaned his head back and started giggling sporadically.

"Gahhahahahd this is thohohorture!!!" At this point, he didn't know what to do. He thought he was stronger than the one with old bones, but he was saddenly mistaken. He then started kicking his legs up and down, kneeing the men in the back multiple times.

"Ouch, would you stop kicking me? That's not very nice..." Connor thought out a plan witch scritching and scratching the lee's middrift.

"You tihihickling me isn't vehheheerry nihihice!!"

"Mmmm, I was hoping you'd say that." The ler brought his hands down to give Alec one little squeeze on his thigh, and he was done for.

"No, nononono, Connor! Connor pls, anything but thAT!!! GAHHAHHAHA CHOHOHONNOR!! SOMEONE HEHEHEHLP!!!" Alec did everything in his might to knock the other off, but he wasn't budging.

"Wow, it's like riding a bull. Is your thighs that ticklish? Wow, I really hope one of the challenges won't be 'See who can untie thier limbs first' while sitting on a chair, rope tied. Because then I'll make everything hard for you. By squeezing your very ticklish thighs, or scratching your toned stomach."

"GOD STHOHOHOP WITH THEHHEHE TEEHEHEHEASSING!!"

"Alright, how about you stop moping around with that kiss scene and acctually talk like friends we are, or I'll stay in this one directly very ticklish death spot you have until u piss yourself and make a mockery of you or u'll pass out. Pick one."

"ALRIHIHIHIGHY ALRIGHT STOP!! YOHOHOU WIN!! YOU WIN!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!"

"Ok man, here let me help you up." Connor gave Alec a hand and they both sat at the end of the dock once again. Alex was near out of breath and Connor still had that evil grin.

"Damn... Never... do that... again."

"We'll see."

They both started laughing again, but this time it was together and not one laughing at the other. The camera pinned over to the sunset, while they had their one last drink together before heading back to their tents.

But what Alec doesn't know is that they're on live television, seen across the world.

[hummingbee-lievable]

The first day the world cracked, his chains broke. He laid there, in dazed confusion, until the shadow of the eagle blackened the sky.

Then, he was running. He was running and screaming and laughing and crying and his legs were alien to him but they transported him anyway.

The shadow did not follow.

He found a cave and stumbled in, gasping and heaving, his not-fully formed liver aching in a new and delicious way. Collapsing, it took him hours to start to wonder. Wonder why he had been freed. Wonder why the eagle had not followed.

The first day, he cursed at the eagle, berating it until it the ire turned to screams and the eagle was gone. As the days proceeded, the insults and weaponised words began to quiet, until he was weeping for his release, at first to the eagle, then to Zeus himself. It took several years before he began to stop speaking at all. And when he stopped speaking, he began to notice that the eagle's talons were sharp, but they were also quick. That they held him in place while the hazardous beak ripped his flesh from him in one sharp movement. And once he stopped fighting, the creature that had been assigned to his torture didn't even bother to land. It just ducked in, grabbed what it came for and seemed to almost be running, given the speed at which it flew away.

About 300 years into the eternal punishment, he noticed something else: as the eagle flew away, it dropped something in the distance. It circled for a moment, and if he had thought such a creature capable, he would have said it seemed almost anxious. And then it was gone.

After that, he noticed that it dropped the liver every time. It was always in a different spot, at a different distance, but it was unmistakable. Each time, the eagle would make a weak attempt to dive after it before flying away.

The waylaid Titan decided he was bored enough, broken enough, and curious enough. When the eagle dove down the next day, he waited until the deed was done and then, gasping through the pain, he said 'Wait.'

The eagle halted midair, and turned around, its eyes wide with panic.

'Don't be afraid', he uttered, suddenly aware of how ridiculous this seemed. 'I just want to talk.'

The eagle's eyes widened. It lingered briefly, and then flew away, faster than he had ever seen it.

But he saw now, that it could not only understand him, but that it had more going on its head that 'attack, eat, repeat'. So he began to talk to it. At first it was jokingly, things like 'ahhh, my regular! So good to see you. And what'll you be having today?' or 'You ever get tired of liver? I could offer you some spleen today, maybe even a good lung. I hear those are fun to play with; you can blow them up like balloons!' As time progressed, he began talking about other things, too. He would tell stories of his ventures, or talk about the gossip he'd heard (and warned him never to tell anyone about Aphrodite's deformed left toe- high heels are deadly, you know). He would sometimes talk, too, about his woes. He told the eagle why he was chained to his rock (might as well be his, after all of this, right?), and be would talk about the things he missed: the smells of the foods the clever humans made, the excitement and joy of invention and the firelight in their eyes and accompanied it, and truly, he just missed knowing what was going on. He was endlessly bored and curious of the world that continued without him. Often, when he talked about the bond he had read, that was when the eagle would linger the longest.

It always seemed to find little ways to extend the process when he talked, landing instead of flying away, circling him as though he could then justify to any passing god: 'just finding the best angle at which to eat him today, hahaha'. The eagle once, caught up in a story about a bull and some prudent decisions regarding its internal organs, took longer that usual cutting him open. The added suffering was worth it. He took great effort not to show it; he had already observed that the eagle seemed to recoil when the expressions of pain escaped his lips, and would do its job faster and fly away faster. He began to realise that, in a strange way, the eagle was almost gentle in its attacks (in the ways that it was possible, that is).

About 786 years (but who's counting) into the setup, the eagle landed clumsily, whining and whimpering. Immediately, the Titan was at attention. 'What happened?' The eagle curled its head under its wing, trying to hide the pitiful sounds it was making. Looking carefully, he saw that the creature's leg was indented with bite marks, and its wings were scored with scratches from deadly claws. 'Listen to me.' He spoke softly. 'Go to the Wildwoods, the ones where the nymphai still reside. Find the Poramêïdes, the river-dwellers. Ask them for their oregano balm. Tell them that I sent you.' The eagle did not move, shuddering under its wings. He grew frustrated. 'Listen! You're going to get a nasty infection if you don't do something about this, and I'm not interested in lying around waiting to meet the next winged nightmare who's been assigned to me! Get yourself together and get out of here! I want you back here, tearing out my liver tomorrow by sundown! And take my liver when you go! Don't drop it this time, eat it. You'll need the sustenance. Now, go!' The eagle's head had lifted, its eyes wide in awe and confusion. At his final command, it ducked its head, grabbed its dinner and flew away, leaving him with the familiar pain and a newer, tighter one sinking in.

The next day, when the winged shadow darkened the sky, his body sagged in relief. This time, it hovered above him, not yet landing on the wrapped talon, bearing something in its beak. He did not recognise it, but it was hot and it tasted like Heaven. Not from Olympus, but like he had died and been freed from his eternal torture. It was filled with legumes and steamed vegetables and garlic and chillies and both of them ignored the tears streaming from his face as the eagle held the food up to his mouth.

Each day after that, the eagle came with little gifts. Sometimes just wildflowers, other times little morsels of food. One time, it brought a news paper, and help it up with its beak as he read it aloud. He exclaimed in such joy, talking to the eagle about the little things it mentioned, asking questions aloud about other things, and the creature seemed just as invested and excited as he was. After that it brought the news papers every day, along with books, propping them against stacked rocks in such a way that it could turn the pages while he read to them.

Once, on a rainy day, the eagle had stayed overnight, its wings protecting the collected papers and pages. During that time, he asked it if it wanted to learn how to communicate, to which it nodded. And in the ways of his old habits, he began to teach. He taught it to recognise the letters, then the words, then the sentences. He taught him how to carve letters into the rocks. One day, the eagle bore a large tore a feather from its wing and used the blood of his liver to write its letters. In this way, they began truly, to learn about each other. He learned that the eagle did not enjoy his task, but had been assigned it as the weakest in his brood. He learned its quirks and habits as well as he knew himself. It was in this way, that they proceeded: a steady and blooming friendship, spanning centuries.

He ran as fast as he could, as far as he could, until he reached the nearest town, and then could only watch as the flames swallowed the buildings, as mothers threw their children into the river- in vain hope that their inability to swim would be forgiven and forgotten- as the godless took and took and took, as the animals yowled and hid, as the books pages curled away into ash. This, he thought. This is the gift I have given them.

His first thought was to try and help, but as soon as he entered the town, the people converged on him, chanting. 'No more gods! No more gods! No more gods!' As he fled, he realised: there were no more gods. It was the people that had kept them alive, and with their renouncement, their power was gone. The humans would have only themselves, now, and when the failed, they might create new gods for themselves, but he was obsolete. (He himself had been obsolete for eons now, but the fierceness of their final rejection was still sharp. How long he had suffered for them!)

He stayed at the edge of the town, rooted, until it was nothing. He stayed longer than that. Long enough to watch the world fight back. He stayed there long enough to watch new huts form, for the children that survived to become parents, for new books to be written, for new gods to be born. He waited long enough for the fear of eternal chains wrapping around him again to fade into dread, then to trepidation, then to concern. He waited long enough to think that perhaps his friend had not followed because it had thought itself not wanted. Upon this realisation, he stopped waiting. And a town that had never realised its statuesque mascot had been one of the old gods lost another piece of the mythology that had created them.

The eagle was still there, lying at the base of the rock, its wings shrouding their collection of books. On seeing it, resting with its eyes closed, he feared that he had waited too long and, running, he collapsed, burying his face in the soft down and murmuring endearments shrouded in grief.

It took several moments for him to notice the wings that gathered around him and several more to look up into wild eyes.

'Hello old friend', he whispered. 'Been waiting long?'

If eagles could laugh (and this one could), it might barrel out at such force that it becomes tears. If a Titan and the eagle assigned to his torment could become a saving grace to each other, those tears might mingle. If rebirth is possible for the broken, two lost souls might create a new world for themselves outside of dictation. If such love is possible (and it is), a pair of mismatched and perfectly entangled souls might encounter them on vibrant nights, one reading aloud to another by moonlight, scars protected by wings and head resting against feathers. If anything is possible, their eternity sings it.

[magnaswingwritings]

Black Bulls Month 2023 Prompt #2: Winter

Pairing: Magna x Luck

"Mags wake up!"

The sound of Luck's voice combined with the feeling of his hands gently shaking him woke Magna up. The room they now share was cold in contrast to the warm comforter that covered his body. The fire mage attempted to roll away from his partner before speaking up, voice heavy with sleep.

"It's too early to fight"

"Come on Magna wake up!"

One grey eye opened making eye contact with blue, "What?"

"It's snowing outside!"

Magna groaned as he sat up, arms spread in a stretch to shake off the residual sleep. When he looked out the window there was, in fact, snow falling. There was also one other detail he noticed.

"Really man? The sun isn't even up yet!"

Luck laughed at the fire mages outburst. " So? There's plenty of moonlight. Let's go fight in the snow!"

"No way, man. I'm going back to bed. Try again when it's actually daylight." Magna curled back into bed and pulled the covers over himself.

Zzt!

"Ahh!" Magna yelped as he fell off the bed and landed on the cold hard floor. "That's it if you wanna get your ass kicked that bad then fine!"

"Hahaha, hope you're prepared to lose!" Luck cheerfully responded. Lightning Magic already surrounded his legs as he zipped out the window.

Focused on the task at hand, Magna ran out of their room and outside to meet his partner on the snow covered training ground. Snow melted around his bare feet due to the warm mana that enveloped him. He made it to the training field and noticed that Luck was nowhere to be seen. That he must be hiding somewhere in the trees.

Pulling a fire bat from his grimoire, he held a fire ball out in preparation for Luck's attack. He was waiting for the feeling of static that came from his partner's mana whenever he was about to strike. But the feeling never came.

Luck, of course, knowing that was what the hot head was doing had decided to change things up. Nothing was more fun than keeping Magna on his toes. As he moved from tree to tree, he suppressed his mana and grabbed handfuls of the freshly fallen snow as he passed until he finally settled on a good spot to prepare to make his move.

He observed Magna closely while he got ready. Aside from still being in his pajamas, he noticed the way each breath was visible in the cold, the patches of earth that surrounded his bare feet from the snow melting. He also noticed the flakes that were falling were melting off his partners exposed arms, which created a light shine on his muscles. Clearly, the fire mage had the advantage in this terrain.

It was time to make his move.

Using lightning to propel his shot, he threw two oversized snowballs, one behind the other. Magna must have sensed his mana because almost immediately he tossed the fireball he had been holding and hit it right in Lucks direction.

The first snowball made contact, creating a blast of steam that melted the second. Having to improvise since the second ball didn't make its mark. Luck zipped across the training field through the steam cloud and tackled his partner into the ground. They rolled around in the snow for a moment before Magna finally caught hold of the lightning mages' wrist and shifted his weight so he was right on top him.

"Hah! I got you now!" Magna was triumphant in his expression. His burning palms squeezed Luck's wrist for emphasis as he pinned him. They were both breathing heavy, noses barely touching, pink dusted their cheeks. It was unclear to them how long they stayed in that position staring at each other. Luck was the one who moved first, closing the gap between them in a short and sweet kiss.

"A-ah" Magna’s face went from pink to red at the sudden action. They've kissed before, but never outside where anyone could see them. The shock of his partners action caused him to loosen his grip on him. The extra wiggle room was just enough for Luck to shift his body weight to flip them. The air leaving their lungs in the process.

"Haha I win this time Magna!" He laughed breathlessly, a smile plastered on his face

"H-hey, that's a dirty trick! I definitely won before you pulled that stunt!"

"Oh yeah?" Luck leaned over him and closed the gap again. This time, he was a little bit more aggressive with the kiss, licking the others' lips for entry. Tongues pushing each other for control of the kiss before they both parted for air.

"Fuck. Okay okay you win." Magna murmured, facing away from the lightning mage. Luck just chucked at his partners flustered expression. The laugh made Magna's chest warm with affection, so he turned his head back to face Luck.

His blonde hair was covered in snow, his skin red and lips blue from the cold. He was shivering on top of him, but in spite of all that, he still had that beautiful warm smile. The smile he used when it was just the two of them.

"You dummy you're freezing. Let me up so we can go warm you up."

"At least I remembered to put shoes on. Who's the dummy now?" Luck laughed as he picked himself up off of Magna.

"I have fire magic snow doesn't freeze my skin!"

"WHO THE FUCK IS YELLING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!" A voice bellowed from inside that could only have come from their fearless Captain.

The boys stood there for a moment, trying to contain their laughter. They were so dead if Yami found them, but the situation was just so funny to them that the stifled laughter came out as snorts. Magna threw his arm around Luck before finally whispering , "Busted. C'mon let's get outta here."

So together they went back inside to enjoy the rest of their winter night... and avoid a grumpy Yami.

[bowandcurtsey]

yk what i need??? NOZEL FALLING INLOVE WITH A FELLOW CAPTAIN!!!!! preferably one who's the captain of a better squad than the silver eagles.

btw i love you and your hcs so much!!! went in this app for you and staying also for you!!

I- .... I Hope you're still here Anony. (╥ω╥) I've finally come to start on your request now and thank you for requesting this! ❤ It's so cute.

For the story's sake, lemme come up with a squad name hahaha. It'll be: The White Wolf

Thank you for loving me and my fics ❤ I hope you like this one.

Characters: Nozel Silva x F! reader tw: unchecked, female has a hair length that is braidable

Compared to the prestigious Golden dawn, Silver eagles or Crimson lions, not to mention the legendary black bulls... Your white wolves were just... decent you would say. It was fairly new, because Julius wanted to add on a new squad to take in more magic knights.

You were thankful for the opportunity that Julius gave to you because he said you were an exceptional magic knight during your time at the Grey deer.

Well, you were a strong knight, but a squad captain? You weren't too sure about that. Regardless, you tried to work hard to be the likes of the top 3 squads and you and your team had many achievements within the short span of 2 years during the years you've established.

You had to juggle between trainings, taking care of your squad members, attending meetings and just.. "captainly things" as your ex squad mate, Yami would say.

And today was the day things just felt a little too overwhelming.

You came out from a 2 hour long meeting with Julius, reporting to him about your squad and your members and the missions that Julius gave to you.

You sighed as you took a seat in the royal gardens, your head propped on your elbow, dazing into space.

"Penny for your thoughts?" you jumped in your seat as someone sat beside you. It was the captain of the Silver Eagles, Nozel Silva.

"oh hi Captain Nozel," you sat up straight in the presence of a royal.

"You may drop the formalities Captain y/n. We're all equal." He gave you nod, "care to share why are you staring into space on a Tuesday afternoon?"

You laughed a half hearted chuckle, seeing that you only became a captain 2 years ago, you were still used to calling the rest captains. You slouched a little in your seat and let out a sigh, "does it overwhelm you sometimes, Nozel?"

"what overwhelms me again..?" he captain was trying to catch up with your train of thoughts.

"oh! I meant being a captain and doing captain stuffs.." you looked over at him, your first time sitting so close to him, "do you ever wish to go back to those carefree days where you could just do whatever you like?"

"..." there was a short silence on Nozel's end.

"It has been a long time since I actually had a 'break' actually. Besides Captain duties, I do have a royal household to upkeep as well.."

"oh.." you replied, unable to understand how could he ever juggle all of those at the same time.

"It does get overwhelming. But over time I've learn to let go I guess. Have faith in your members and let them handle more work. Set your rules and boundaries, your visions for them and you'll see that they are all capable magic knights that you first selected them to be."

"..." it was your turn to remain silent now, not expecting the usually silent Nozel to speak this much to you.

"Don't overwork yourself, lady y/n," he stood up and handed you something that was in his hands. It was one of your hair pin that you lost last week.

"oh!" you took it from him, and stuffed it back into your braided hair, "I was pretty sad that I lost it! It's one of my favourites!"

"I have to go," he summoned his mercury eagle, a sight you would never get tired of seeing. Now that you see it up close, it was truly magnificent.

"Nozel!" you called out to him. "Thank you!"

You gave him a wide smile, earning you a little smile back from him. You heart beat a little faster, thinking that he was quite a good looking chap when he smiled.

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You were training alone in the mountains one day, destroying boulders and rocks, turning them into dust.

"You're stilling feeling overwhelmed with all your captain duties?" Nozel appeared from the bottom of the mountain on his mercury eagle. He was pretty dressed down today but he was still looking fine as ever.

You shook your head and gave him a smile, "I guess I'm better! But I can't say so for my vice captain," you chuckled, "I threw him a bunch of work and I came out for some fresh air and training."

Nozel smiled.

"Your day off today?" you asked.

"Training day for me too," you regained his cool composure, "then I saw someone making a ruckus up the mountain."

"care to have a sparring session?" you shot him a cheeky expression as you raised your grimoire.

His grimoire raised as well, "I won't go easy on you just because you're a woman."

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After 2 hours of sparring, you both sat in the grass (or whatever that was left.) and took a rest.

"You're as good as they say." Nozel nodded as he looked at the sun that was about to set.

"A compliment? From the Nozel Silva?" you raised your brows and smiled, "I'm honoured. But didn't you go easy on me? I could feel it."

"it would be unbecoming of a royal if I were to injure a lady during sparring." he continued his gaze at the skies, "I didn't really go too easy. As I said, you are a good knight."

"Say.. what do you think of a joint training?" you asked him, forcing him to look at you at your sudden idea, "I think my squad would benefit from training with you guys.."

He jutted his lower lip a little, as though he was putting some thought into it, "sure, why not."

Your heart did little flip jacks, excited that you were going to see more of Nozel in the near future.

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Little did you know, Nozel Silva also had a crush on you for a very long time. You were so strong as a lady, accomplishing so many things in just a short span of time, bring the white wolves to such honourable levels. He always told Nebra to take a few notes out of your books.

He always watched you from afar, how you always gave your all in your missions and duties as a magic knight, how you taught all your squad mates to always be kind and helpful, passionate and generous.

Once you were rushing after a little kid while trying to help her and you dropped your hair pin, Nozel noticed it and picked it up. He initially wanted to keep it to remind him of you at times when he felt down. But that day, when he saw you, head in your hands, he felt a little pinch in his heart.

His heart was at his throat while he thought of what to say to you as you poured out your heart to him, afraid to say the wrong things and making you feel worst.

He mentally slapped himself after blurting about having royal duties on top of captain duties. What were you trying to prove Nozel? that you were better?

He was glad that he returned you your hair pin, the smile on your face was something he wouldn't forget in a long while. He wished he could capture it permanently in his brain.

Luck was definitely on his side when he found you training in the mountains. Hell, luck was on his side for a few times now, seeing that he was able to meet you on a few occasions.

He had one of the most fun time of his life sparring with you, you were good and he really had to be on his toes. It had been awhile since he was able to let loose and have a bit of fun.

And then there was that. The moment you asked him for a joint training. That look on your face made him realise he wanted to see you a little more often.

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"Sure, why not?" he replied you.

Nozel didn't know where he found the courage or what struck him as he said, "y/n, would you like to have dinner together today? If you're free that is..."

You couldn't believe your ears as your eyes widened at the Silver Eagles captain. The sun was almost setting and it's warm crimson rays spilled over his handsome features. "y-yeah, sure!"

I tried something new with this writing style.. I'm not sure if it works but it just came to me.. aha! It's a little cute and fluffy and I had to cut it short cause it was getting a little too long hehe

[chucksfavouriteprophet]

The Cowgirl

Dean Winchester x Reader

Request by @blank-artistry : Hi! I was wondering if I could request a Dean x reader where the setting is like the Longest Ride?

A/N: God I haven't seen this film in forever, but I hope I kinda did it justice! I went a bit different with the reader as the bull rider, so I hope you don't mind, and I added a little smut at the end which is a first for me and I was pretty nervous to do but I just felt like it needed something hahaha. Also, I wrote this with the reader being a girl because I just found it a bit easier, but feel free to change this to suit you.

Warnings: Classic supernatural violence, Dean getting sassed, language and some smutty shit at the end

Word count: 3,949

Sam shook his head and laughed as he glanced at his brother. Dean was standing across from him, ogling himself in the mirror.

"C'mon Sammy, don't tell me these boots aren't the coolest things you've seen in the world? And this hat - man, North Carolina is awesome!"

Sam could tell this was going to be a long weekend. The gig was small, and pretty far fetched if he had to be honest. Bull riding was a dangerous sport - was it really something supernatural that killed those men on the same day every year in the ring, or was it just pure coincidence? In Dean's opinion, "it's never a coincidence", but Sam knew his big brother was just excited by the prospect of watching a proper rodeo event.

Still chuckling under his breath, Sam stood up and patted his brother on the shoulder. "Alright then cowboy, lets get this show on the road." They swiftly left the motel and made their way over to Baby, Sam not failing to notice Dean's newly-acquired swagger. He couldn't be mad - it was nice to see Dean in such high spirits when things had been so rough lately.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the rodeo event. It was a warm May Saturday afternoon, and the place was brimming with stetsons and plaid. God, this was practically Dean's wet dream. He parked up gleefully, hopping out and heading straight into the crowd.

"Sammy, you go see if theres anything weird around the stalls. Imma go check out the ring." Before Sam could even reply, Dean was off, skipping towards the main event. The ring was in the centre of the fair, with staggered seats running all the way around the edge. As he approached, a rowdy bull was getting loaded in, grunting as it resisted against those trying to tame it. From that angle, Dean couldn't tell who was about to ride it, but he made his way round the arena and settled in an empty seat just adjacent to the gate.

Seconds later, a buzzer sounded, the gate flew open, and the bull came tumbling out. It instantly whipped round, bucking ferociously in a desperate attempt to kick its rider off. But you didn't budge. In fact, you swayed with the animal's movements, as though you were part of him. You kept your head down so Dean couldn't see your face, but your shiny y/h/c hair flew across your shoulders under the brown suede hat you wore. He couldn't take his eyes off you. Those eight seconds were the shortest of his life; the buzzer sounded once again and you hopped off the bull, giving the elated crowd a wave before heading back out the gate.

"Er Dean? You find anything? Or were you just enjoying the show?" Sam hovered behind him, looking down smugly.

"Huh? Oh, er, yeah. I mean no. Hey, can't a guy just enjoy himself for a few seconds?" Dean was flustered slightly as he stood up and cleared his throat. "I'm telling you man, that's some crazy sport. Did you see that gal? She - she was awesome!"

Sam nodded, "yeah man, I saw. Pretty cool. Also stupidly dangerous." Dean frowned. "Well yeah, but hell, our job is pretty dangerous too. We can't judge." Sam gave him a small smile. "Yeah, yeah you're right. Anyway, lets keep scanning for EMF for a bit, see if we can figure this thing out."

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The Winchesters walked the perimeter of the fair three times, and Dean managed to watch at least another five rodeos in the ring. By the time it started getting dark and the event started closing up, neither of them had found any sign of a haunt.

"C'mon man, I think it's time we called it a day. Theres nothing here." Sam was tired and was dreaming of his bed, even if it was a grubby little motel one half his size. Reluctantly, Dean agreed, but refused to leave until be bought a mega hot dog with some secret sauce trademarked by the town. He was tired too, and although the day had been fun, he was looking forward to heading back and dreaming of the badass girl in the ring from earlier.

Still, he couldn't sleep. There was something that bugged him about the case - yes, rodeo accidents were common, especially when so many events were going on in the Spring season. But ten deaths, one each year for the past ten years, all on the same day, in the same ring? If that wasn't suspicious enough, the circumstances had to be. None of the deaths had happened during a ride - the bodies had all been found in the ring, mutilated by a bull, in the early hours of the morning. They'd occurred during the night, when no one was around, and when all the animals were back in their respective barns and trailers. It didn't make any sense.

After a few hours of searching, Dean found something. It wasn't the sort of thing that would usually have caught his eye, except for the fact that the article below was about a wonderfully busted actress which had drawn in his attention.

"Sam. Sam, wake up!" Dean shook his brother, waving the paper in his face.

Sam groaned and rubbed his eyes. "You're still up? The hell's going on Dean?" He pushed himself to sit up and squinted at the article Dean excited thrust towards him.

"It's not the spirit of a person we're looking for. It's the spirit of a bull." Dean's eyes were wide with satisfaction.

"A-a bull?" Sam wasn't quite awake and looked at his brother questioningly.

"Yeah, man, a bull! See here, eleven years to this day, May 5th, 1997, this bull rider right, it was his last ride, he was a sure thing, fan favourite to win. The competition was rigged, so he knew which bull he was gonna get, and he'd practiced on him for weeks. Dude was gonna make history."

Sam nodded, wondering when Dean was going to get to the point.

"But it went wrong, see? He'd trained the bull to swing left, then right, then right again. He'd like choreographed the moves and all, so he was ready to move even before the bull did. But instead of going right a second time, the bull went left, right, and then left. But his rider, he swung right. Fell straight off on the seventh second. Lost the championship by the skin of his teeth."

"Did he die?" Sam ran a hand through his hair.

"No no, see, he was fine. Mad as hell, but fine. Stormed out the arena and didn't return. Except that evening, he snuck the bull out the trailer and set it loose in the ring. Went wild on it, whipping it and throwing beer bottles at it, making it tear round for hours until it died of exhaustion. Then he upped and left, and the cleaners found the bull's body in the ring the next morning."

Sam was already packing his bag. "So it's the bull that haunts the ring every year. Tries to get revenge for what the rider did to it." Dean nodded. "And guess what? Estimated cause of death of the bull - 1.39am."

Sam froze. "That's the same time each of those people were estimated to have died too." Dean nodded. "Oh, and Sam. What time is it now?"

"1am..."

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The fair was pitch black when they arrived. No one was around, and the purring of Baby was the only sound to be heard. The boys tiptoed hesitantly around the stalls until a light caught Sam's eye.

"Dean. There. Look." He pointed in the direction of the ring where a torch was being shone. They heard the gate squeak open and the flood lights jolted on, causing the brothers to wince slightly. Once the coast seemed clear, they quietly made their way across the field and round the back of the ring into the stands.

"Ahh shit," Dean groaned once he saw who was in the ring. He would always be able to recognise the way those y/h/c/ locks shimmied from under that dusty stetson.

"What?" Sam frowned, peering round to get a better look.

"That's the girl from earlier. We gotta get her outta here Sam." Before Dean could move, a voice halted him in place.

"Hey! Up there! Yeah, I'm talking to you two creeps!" You’d spotted them. Hands in pockets, you started walking across the dirt and stared up at them.

"Oh, er, hi, ma'am." Sam stood up slowly, cracking a smile. "Sorry, we didn't mean to bother you or anything but..."

"But if you don't leave right now you're gonna die." Dean swallowed down the words as he felt Sam's eyes burn into the back of his head.

You just laughed. "Die? What, you two dorks gonna try kill me or something?" Sam nudged Dean roughly, giving him a glare before he stepped forward.

"No, no of course not. But er, it's just, it's hard to explain. But every year, on this night, someone dies in this ring. So if you could just, you know, leave, that would be great!"

You’d reached the fence now and leapt up, the shake making the brothers jump slightly. You climbed up with ease until you reached the top and hung your head over, grinning down at them.

"Honey, this is a bull riding ring. People die. It's unfortunate, but it happens. But I ain't gonna be one of them, okay?"

Sam and Dean shot each other a glance. Okay, so you were a stubborn one. "Look, I'm Dean, and this is my brother, Sam. We saw you ride earlier and, I don't know, I-we, thought you were cool. What's your name?"

You scoffed and shook your head. "Y/N. Which, if you had actually watched me ride properly, you'd already know." They knew you had a point.

"Alright then, Y/N, you got us there. But seriously, you need to get out the ring before you get run down by some mad angry steak." Dean gave you a cheeky grin, hoping his charm might help slightly. It didn't.

"Man, it's the middle of the night. I ain't bringing no bull in here without back up, I'm not insane. I'm just scouting out the ring, getting my bearings before the finals tomorrow."

"It doesn't matter." Sam looked at you with such a serious look, it kinda creeped you out. "The bull that's gonna get in here, it'll do so on its own. Its name is Rampant Thunder."

You shook your head. "No, no Rampant Thunder is dead. Everyone knows that story, his jerk of a rider murdered him because he lost a gig years back." You threw yourself over the fence and stormed towards the boys, your face a myriad of emotions.

"We know," Dean said solemnly. "It was this day, this night, 11 years ago. And every year, on the anniversary of his death, he kills someone, in this very ring. And tonight, that's gonna be you unless you do what we say, and get the hell out of here."

You couldn't believe your ears. Who the hell were these guys? You knew people died here more often than in other rings, but hell, this was redneck country and all sorts of crazy shit happened around here. But there was something about their faces that made you question your instincts. The tall one, Sam, looked anxious, constantly glancing around him. You hadn't failed to notice the gun he gripped tightly behind his back. And as for the cute one, Dean. You had seen him earlier, when you were riding. Every time you got on a bull, you found someone in the crowd to latch onto. This time, it had been him, and you’d enjoyed catching those ocean green eyes for those eight seconds. Dean looked downright scared right now, and you could tell that wasn't an emotion he felt often.

"Look, it's getting late anyway. It's gone 1.30am, I ought to be getting going. And not because of some crazy ghost bull you two keep going on about, but because I need my beauty sleep, alright?" The boys seemed content with that answer and stepped aside, making way for you to make your way back out the gate onto the main field. They gave each other a look of relief as Sam nodded towards his watch, hovering at 1.39am. They were in the clear.

Except they weren't. With a few seconds gain on the Winchesters, you started to hurry back towards your car before you froze.

"Hey, Y/N. You alright?" Dean took a quick look around him in the darkness.

"Er, yeah. Sorry, I just thought I heard something. Ignore me, I've been hanging around cows too long, sometimes I can hear them mooing in my damn head!" You chuckled, but it was clearly one of anxiety.

"It's not in your head." Sam breathed. The three of you stood incredibly still as you heard the roar of a cow to your right, followed by the stamping of hooves.

"Y/N. Run!" Dean hollered as he spun round, pulling his gun out in the direction of the the sound. In the darkness he couldn't see a thing except the grey misting of breath some meters away.

You legged it as fast as you could towards the stalls, crouching behind one to find your breath when you felt your were far enough away. What the hell was going on? A fucking ghost bull? This was ridiculous.

But of course, it wasn't. Not when you could feel the warm breath against your ear and felt the bull's saliva drip onto your shoulder. You turned your head slowly, but there was nothing there. Nothing visible, at least. But it was there alright.

Your piercing scream sent Sam and Dean running, weaving between stands, guns at the ready. You were crouched in a ball, rolled up tightly against the corner of a candyfloss stall. Sam fired to your left, the rocksalt penetrating the invisible animal and sending it up in smoke. Dean ran forward, reaching out to you.

"You okay?" You nodded, then shook your head strongly. "No I'm not damn okay, a fricking ghost bull just tried to kill me!" Dean couldn't help but smile at your abruptness. "Yeah, takes a while to get over that stuff." He didn't even realise that you had shifted position to curl into his arms, tucking your head into his shoulder. "Is it dead? Or gone, or whatever?" You peered up at him.

"No," Sam said, reloading his gun. "Rocksalt just blasts it. But it'll be back, and you're it's target. We've gotta get you out of here now."

Dean stood up, helping you to your feet and starting to guide you towards the lot behind Sam, who was poised and ready with the gun.

"Wait." You tugged at Dean's jacket and caught his eyes despairingly. "You said this thing comes back ever year, right? And every year, it kills someone because of the way it was killed?"

Dean nodded frantically, "yeah, that's why we gotta go!" But your feet were planted and you weren’t going anywhere. "That poor animal didn't deserve to die, especially not like that. He was totally abused, and left to die all alone. He was probably terrified. Look, I don't know much about this ghost shit, but surely he's haunting this place for a reason? Can't we free him or something?"

The Winchesters glanced at each other. Damn, you were testing their morality. But you were right. If they just left, the bull would come back year after year, killing innocent people. They came here to stop it, and that's what they had to do.

"Maybe, but it depends. It's an animal, so there won't be any records of where the body is buried and burning the bones is usually the best way to free a spirit. And if it's revenge the bull is killing for, that's pretty much hopeless because we can't just kill a man because he killed an animal, as much as I'd love to." Sam shrugged, stumped for thought.

"What if it's not revenge?" you questioned. "These animals, sometimes they go through horrendous treatment. I mean, we ride them for all of eight seconds, right, just letting them go feral trying to buck us off because clearly they hate it. So, what if it's not revenge he wants. What if he just wants out?"

Dean nodded, glancing back and forth between the two of you. "The guy that killed him. He was never punished, right?"

Sam shook his head. "No, the guy ran off and they never heard from him again. No one went after him."

Dean turned to look at you, staring you straight in the eye. "You're right. He's trapped here. He's got no closure, and he can't leave this place. He's only killing people out of fear, not revenge. We have to free him."

At that very moment, there was an almighty crash as a stall to your left shattered into pieces. Hooves thudded on the grass, growing louder by the second.

"So how the hell do we do that?!" You shouted, gripping Dean's arms tight.

"We get him over the threshold, that's what we do."

In a split second, he wrapped his arm round your back, propelling you forward towards the fair exit. The three of you ran like hell, the bull close on their heels. You could feel his horns brush your back as you stumbled over the threshold, falling to your knees with a yelp. You braced yourself for impact, squeezing your eyes tight. But there was nothing. Nothing but the slight 'poof' behind you. You spun around just in time to see smoke drift up and away, threading itself around the entrance sign and floating off into the night sky.

Sam looked round to see you being embraced tightly by his brother. "How - how did you know that would work?" You stammered. "I wasn't sure it would," Dean chuckled. "But I figured every death happened in the ring. He never had a reason to leave it. But if he needed to chase you outside, if he needed to follow you away from the scene of the crime, outside the boundary even, it might give his spirit just enough of a push to let go and be set free."

Sam shook his head, running a hand through his hair. He knew what was going to come next. "Maybe?! Christ sake, maybe?!" You shoved Dean with disbelief and Sam chuckled. "Good luck getting yourself out of this one, big brother." He slapped Dean's shoulder as he headed back towards the car, still chuckling at himself. Something told him Dean wouldn't be coming back to the motel just yet.

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Naturally, Sam was right. Dean had figured the only way to stop you from going on a rant about how much of an idiot he had been for almost getting you killed was to seize you by the face and kiss you. It worked, of course. You couldn't deny that you’d wanted to do the same thing since he'd grabbed you from behind the candyfloss stand.

By the time you’d made it back to your car, all you were wearing was that sexy stetson and your Ariat boots. That was more than he had on, to be fair. Dean pushed you against the hood and you wrapped your legs around his waist eagerly, squeezing them tight. He kissed you all over and your hands wandered, first giving his peachy butt a good slap before reaching round between both your legs. By this point, his mouth was around your left nipple, sucking gently while his right hand caressed the other.

"Fuck, I've always wanted to do it with a cowgirl," he giggled as he took a breath. "Well, today's your lucky day, cowboy." You looked down at him and bit your lip as you grasped tightly onto his rock hard penis. Dean's head thrust up and he growled before softening into your grasp. Your hand moved methodically up and down, hitting all the right places at just the right speed. He couldn’t help but think if this was how she rode the bulls, they were damn lucky bulls.

Before long, Dean started to feel himself brewing. Quickly, he pulled you up further so that his face could burry itself in your dripping wet pussy. His tongue caressed you, taking it all in as your hand gripped his hair tight and moaned. Mosquitos buzzed around you, but neither took any notice. You were far too busy enjoying yourselves.

"Dean," you moaned, reaching down to tilt his head up. "Dean, come up here. Let's make it a tie." He did as he was told, moving up to lie next to you, replacing his mouth with his hand. Once again, you took hold of his penis, rubbing even harder this time. Quickly, you fell into a rhythm, your hands working their magic on each other while your lips intertwined, only parting to take a brief breath.

Neither had any idea how much time had passed, but the night was still as you locked eyes, feeling the energy catch its spark. You both exploded, coming into each other's hands at the exact same moment. It took a while for you to recover, both panting while laughing as you gazed into each other's eyes.

You sat like that, wrapped in each other's arms, for a few more hours as you watched the sun rise. At some point, you’d both gotten dressed, but Dean had made a point to steal your stetson and refused to take it off. As the first stallholders started to arrive, you stayed where you were, giggling like children at the funny looks shot at you. After a while, Dean was alerted by the familiar honk of Baby's horn, and the pair of you turned round to see Sam pull up a few yards away.

"Hey, Sam!" You yelled, giving him a wave. "Hey, Y/N. Glad to see you still alive and kicking. Oh, and thanks for keeping my brother preoccupied. Best night sleep I've had in weeks." He winked as Dean rolled his eyes.

"Sorry, I gotta shoot." Dean stroked your hair softly. "More ghost cows calling, huh?" you giggled, planting a quick kiss on his lips. "Something like that. I'm sorry I can't stay to watch your ride."

You shook your head and crinkled your face. "Don't worry, you won't miss it. Just turn to the first page in the paper in the morning. I'll be the one who wins, if you're wondering where to look." He smiled down at you, reaching up to pass the hat back.

"Keep it. I've got plenty." You gave it a pat and adjusted the brim to fit on his head better. With one final kiss, Dean slipped off the car and headed over to his brother, who was already chuckling away.

"Keep that trap shut, boy, or you're riding shotgun for a year." Dean sauntered round to the passenger side, giving you one final nod as he climbed in. As Sam sped away, Dean flipped the hat off to run a hand through his tousled hair. He grinned when he saw the phone number scribbled on a scrap of paper tucked into the inside of the rim.

If one thing was for sure, Dean Winchester would never forget his rodeo with his cowgirl.

[alexanderalbon]

want to know dennis hauger’s favorite food? his roles models in f1? or are you interested in at least five awful terrible questions about his dating life that made me want to die and knowing what kind of reality show he would go on? then this translated red bull q&a with dennis is for you!

(actually it’s for @renerosin who was interested in this, but it’s also for anyone else who could potentially find this interesting)

pl keep in mind that he’s driving on the simulator while he talks so that’s why he sometimes talks about spinning. time stamps so you can look up the exact moment in the video linked.

Dennis: Hey, Dennis Hauger here. I’ve gotten some questions so I will try to answer them while I drive and set a new time in Bahrain, and we’ll see how it goes!

(00:18) Interviewer: Would you rather be on Paradise Hotel or Ex on the Beach?

Dennis: Ex on the Beach sounds more fun, but it would have to be Paradise Hotel.

(00:27) Interviewer: Who is your biggest role model?

Dennis: My dad and Michael Schumacher.

(00:31) Interviewer: What kind of watch do you use?

Dennis: TAG Heuer.

(00:38) Interviewer: Is the dream to drive alongside Max Verstappen, or to replace Max Verstappen?

Dennis: Both.

(00:48) Interviewer: What is it like to work with people who only speak English?

Dennis: You get used to it, I’ve been doing it since I was a kid so it’s a matter of habit. It’s a professional environment around you, it’s just the way it is, so it’s no problem really.

(01:02) Interviewer: What’s the youngest you would date, and the oldest?

Dennis: I’ve never dated anyone younger than myself, but I’ve dated a little older than myself haha. I don’t really know. Hahaha what am I supposed to answer here. I’m spinning now by the way. I’m spinning.

(01:29) Interviewer: What do you do if you need to use the bathroom during a race?

Dennis: Usually I can avoid thinking about needing to do, but if you have to go you have to go.

(01:41) Interviewer: How many kilos do you lose during a race?

Dennis: I often lose, it depends on the temperature, but often between 3-4 kilos, can I lose during a race weekend.

(01:53) Favorite Red Bull taste?

Dennis: It will have to be tropical and watermelon, I think those are good.

(02:02) Interviewer: Have you cut your hair?

Dennis: I have shaved my head even, twice, so yes I have.

(02:11) Interviewer: Will Red Bull and Max Verstappen win next year?

Dennis: Possibly, let’s hope they keep the streak going I want to say, but they have new cars coming in so it will be exciting to see which team comes out on top.

(02:28) Interviewer: Favorite vacation destination?

Dennis: I’ve always wanted to go to the Maldives, but I haven’t been there yet. But other than that it’s Italy, in Desenzano. I’ve been there many times. *Here he starts laughing*. Spun again. It’s a nice place to relax.

(02:51) Interviewer: Have any of the F1 drivers given you any advice?

Dennis: Mick Schumacher have given me some advice about how to think through a season. It’s a long season, so you may need a different mindset than before, so that was a good advice that I took with me.

(03:10): Interviewer: What do you do in your free time, do you have a regular teenage life too?

Dennis: It depends, I have mates and hang out with the boys and friends sometimes, which is nice to disconnect for a bit and think about other things. When I’m home I have some of that, but it’s mostly just preparing for the season before the season starts, so… a little bit, but it’s mostly racing.

(03:40) Interviewer: What’s your favorite song?

Dennis: I don’t know, I like most things. I’m gonna be nice now, I’m saying «Adrian and Chris - Skrubbsår»*

(03:55) Interviewer: How big of a difference is there between an F3 car and an F2 car?

Dennis: There is a bit of a difference in horse power and downforce and grip, and then there is a lot of technology stuff, what you have to think about during a race, pushing buttons and such, so there are a lot of differences, but it just gets more technological the closer you get to Formula 1.

(04:22) Interviewer: Have you gotten to try an F1 car?

Dennis: No, I haven’t, so let’s hope that can happen in the near future.

(04:33) Interviewer: Anonymous is wondering if you can get married?

Dennis: Who?

Interviewer: A woman on instagram.

Dennis: Oh. No, I’m not quite ready to settle down. Unfortunately. But thanks for the offer.

(04:47) Interviewer: If a woman wants to get in touch with you, what’s the best way to get through?

Dennis: Well instagram DMs are the easiest way.

(04:48) Interviewer: Whats your favorite track?

Denjnis: If it’s just driving one lap, it’s probably Zandvoort, it’s a pretty sick track. And then Hungary in Budapest is pretty sick. And then there is a new track I’ve always wanted to drive, Monaco is coming this year, so we’ll see how that goes.

(05:27) Interviewer: Do you play FIFA?

Dennis: I’ve played a littlee bit of FIFA, but it’s mostly been car racing games in my childhood, so more of that.

(05:37) Interviewer: How often do you get recognized on the street?

Dennis: At the end of 2021 if was surprisingly frequently people who wanted to take a picture and that kind of stuff, so that was cool that people recognized me. But in Aurskog everyone knows everyone, so it’s doesn’t happen that often.

(05:59) Interviewer: Whats your favorite football team?

Dennis: I don’t really watch football, but if I had to choose it would be…. Manchester…. I don’t know even know if that was the right or wrong answer.

Interviewer: City or United?

Dennis: ?????

(06:20) Interviewer: Whats your best memory from go kart?

Dennis: Becoming German champion and the youngest champion ever, which was cool since there are several Formula 1 drivers who had also driven that series and won it.

(06:33) Interviewer: What kind of car do you drive?

Dennis: Right now I have a Porsche Taycan 4S, since I’m a sponsor, or I mean ambassador for Porsche.

(06:46) Interviewer: Who would you say has been your biggest mentor through your career.

Dennis: I would say my dad, since I was small he’s been with me the entire way and helped and supported me and given me tips. When I was small, I would say he was the biggest mentor.

(07:07) Interviewer: Do you know any F1 drivers?

Dennis: Yes, I know some of them. Some I know better than others, and I’ve met some of them, but we’re pretty separated in the paddock, so we don’t see each other a lot during a race weekend. But I would say Mick Schumacher is the one I have the best connection with.

(07:26) Interviewer: Favorite car brand?

Dennis: *looks into the camera like he’s on the office* Porsche

(07:30) Interviewer: How are so dirty?**

Dennis: I don’t know, it’s just grown over the years I guess.

(07:39) Interviewer: Is it to late to start gokarting when you’re 14?

Dennis: No, if you want to reach a high level you’ll often start early, but it’s never too late to have fun and enjoy yourself if you like motorsport.

(07:58) Interviewer: Anonymous asks if they can get a ride?

Dennis: Yes, just send my the address and I’ll pick you up.

(08:08) Interviewer: Who’s the biggest, Lewis or Michael?

Dennis: Michael

(08:12) Interviewer: Have you driven a lot in Rudskogen?

Dennis: I’ve been there a lot, but I haven’t driven there that much. I’ve driven some hot laps for people and sponsors and events, but I haven’t really driven there to train. But I’ve been there a lot.

(08:34) Interviewer: Do you have a girlfriend?

*dramatic zoom in on Dennis, no answer*

(08:39) Interviewer: Do you have a russegruppe?***

Dennis: Yes, it’s Romerriket 2022. So follow them.

(08:46) Interviewer: When willl you be ready for a relationship?

Dennis: This is a lot of relationship talk! Who nows. We’ll just have to see when we get there.

(08:58) Interviewer: What’s your best quality?

Dennis: I think I’m pretty calm and positive, and I work hard for the goals I set myself.

(09:13) Interviewer: Who was your idol as a kid?

Dennis: I guess it was Sebastian Vettel and Michael Schumacher, when I watched TV, at least it was them in Formula 1 I looked up to then. How many laps have I driven now? 37?!

(09:31) Interviewer: When do you feel most nervous, the night before or five minutes before?

Dennis: Five minutes before, but I think it’s more about the adrenaline than being nervous.

(09:47) Interviewer: Do you have any interest in sim racing?

Dennis: I do, I drive in the sim sometimes, especially the weeks before the season we do a lot of simulator training with the teams, so we use it for preparation.

(10:01) Interviewer: How important has your home town been for you?

Dennis: Important because I can relax and disconnect before I reset myself for another weekend, and just get home and relax and hang out with friends, I think that’s important for yourself.

(10:21) Interviewer: Brunettes or blondes?

Dennis: Blondes.

(10:28) Interviewer: Favorite food?

Dennis: Steak and baked potato. Wait. I have to reset myself. Steak with bearnaise sauce and baked potato.

(10:43) Interviewer: Do you have any pre-race rituals?

Dennis: Yes, I have routines, when warming up and which song I listen to last before I take my headset off, and the song is called «Hell Yeah», to get properly ready. And then you have routines like hitting yourself on the chest and legs before you get into the car, just to get yourself in a a zone.

(11:08) Interviewer: Would you want to try motorcross one day?

Dennis: I did motocross when I was younger, but I had a pretty ugly crash so I just focused on karting after that.

(11:20) Interviewer: How often you work out and are you always motivated?

Dennis: I try to work out 5-6 times a week, but you’re not always equally as motivated, but that’s the way it is. You get it done.

(11:37) Interviewer: Are you getting all the ladies?

Dennis: *long suffering sigh* I’m a warm soul…. Hahaha no, I don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to answer here. No, I’m a pleasant person, so I hope they see my glowing personality.

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* i’m assuming he knows these people lmao

** yeah idek what this question means

*** i could explain this one but just do what everyone else on tumblr did in 2016 and watch skam

[salemwritesxx]

𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾. | 𝙸𝙸

𝕋 𝕒 𝕜 𝕒 𝕞 𝕚  𝕂 𝕖 𝕚 𝕘 𝕠  |  ℍ 𝕒 𝕨 𝕜 𝕤

     ⇴ male reader [22, chubby, 194cm]      ⇴ all characters are depicted as [18]+

↣ rating: 18+ ↣ warnings: smut; height difference/size difference; facesitting; ass eating; modern AU; chubby, tall reader; reader’s “friends” fatshaming reader and just being absolute assholes before it gets to the spicy good stuff

part 1.

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Chuckling, his hand reached out to your cheek when you leaned in; immediately returning the sweet kisses. Kei’s golden eyes fluttered open once you pulled back again, only to giggle a “What?” when you turned your head to kiss his little hand.

“Your hands are so cute… and tiny.”, you snickered yourself.

Hawks couldn’t say anything back. After all, it was true. His hands were so small compared to your own – and he adored that. Biting his lip, he tried to suppress his wide smile as best as he could when you pressed another kiss onto the back of his hand and fingers which were adorned with rings. They made his hands even more pretty.

You and Hawks had been dating exactly six months. Hence why you decided to go to the bar where it all started. This time, you didn’t mind sitting at one of the tables, because all you could focus on was this beautiful man besides you. And Keigo definitely made you feel much more comfortable and confident. Love was amazing.

Both of you were so into the moment of sharing little kisses and just having a conversation about different things in life, that you didn’t even realize a few familiar faces entering the bar. And you wished it had stayed that way the moment you heard their calling.

“Yo! It’s [Your.name]!”

“And Takami-san!”

All you could do was fake smile and greet them as well. You had heard from Keigo what one of your supposed ‘friends’ had said. The car accident remark hurt – a lot. So, in the last few months you had tried to distance yourself from your friend group. Not only because you wanted to spend as much time with your boyfriend as possible, but also because they weren’t good for you. You had known that for quite some time, however that one thing certainly was the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

Hawks besides you was immediately uncomfortable, but he smiled politely as well. However, when he started playing with the many rings on his fingers, you knew you had to do something. Especially when they sat down and started chatting.

“Uh, I’ll buy us something to drink, yeah?”, you tried to flee the awkward situation.

“Ah, then I’ll definitely need to make some room for more.”, was Keigo’s excuse as he hastily stood up to walk towards the bathroom.

Taking a deep breath, he leaned in front of the sink, his ring’s clacking as he washed his hands.

“Fuck. How are we gonna get rid of them? This should have been our date… Kh!”, he thought and clicked his tongue in the end.

You, who stood in front of the bar, also were thinking rapidly what you could do. If you could just tell them it was your date with Hawks.

“Argh! You are so fucking big and yet you can’t grow any balls! Idiot!”, you insulted yourself, “If I could just tell them to kindly fuck off… Damn it.”

How often had your friends stood you up? Left you alone during parties? Talked shit about you? And yet you weren’t able to tell them to go away for once.

Hawks was the first to return, however as he walked up your friends were sitting with the back facing towards him, hence they didn’t see him. Thus, they also didn’t see that he stood behind them when they talked shit again.

“I mean… model? Have you seen him? He’s fucking tiny and fragile. As if someone like him would be a model. I haven’t even seen him on any magazine anyways.”, one cackled.

“Right? And he ain’t even THAT hot. But of course stupid [Your.name] is gonna buy it, I mean, his head is as big as a melon but his brain? Nut sized!”, another laughed.

“Their height difference is fucking laughable!”

“Only their height? Fuck, you can make three little Takamis out of [Your.name]. That’s fucking hilarious. Just watching them side by side is so ridiculous. They probably don’t even fuck.”

“Ew, can you imagine [Your.name]? Ugh!”, he loudly gagged, “I’d rather shove a cactus up my ass than do-”

Just listening to that made Keigo furious. Someone who was supposed to be your friend group talking so much shit was disgusting. Hence he stepped forward and banged his hand onto the table, making them stop their cackling. If looks could have killed, all your friends would have dropped dead.

“You’re like fucking little High School girls cackling and talking shit. No wonder none of you is in a relationship, you fucking assholes.”, Hawks growled.

Before he could say any more though, you came back with a Red Bull for you and a drink for Hawks. Though, immediately, you realized something was off.

“Kei? Everything okay?”, you carefully asked once you put down the Red Bull and glass.

He wanted to just grab you and walk out. They ruined your six month anniversary date. Yes, it might be something overly cheesy and stupid, but it was important to you and him. And those fucktards ruined it all. But, he just shook his head and sat down, you had bought the beverage after all, so he was going to drink it.

“No, Baby, everything’s okay. Thanks for the drink.”

So, you sat down as well, wondering why your friends looked so bashful and uncomfortable. It only took a few minutes of you and him awkwardly sitting, no one really talking and just nipping on your drinks. Hawks had been playing with his rings absentmindedly again when he couldn’t take it anymore. Fuck the drinks, this was too much.

“[Your.name], it’s getting late. I need to go to work tomorrow, do you mind if we cut it short today and go home?”, he asked with his fake smile.

For a moment, you didn’t know if he just wanted to escape the situation or if he really wanted to go home. But, as far as you knew, he was free tomorrow and you had plans to stay over-

You needed to stop overthinking everything, thus, you just nodded.

“Of course. I’ll drive you home.”

“Thanks. Oh wait.”, he suddenly said when you had already stood up.

“Hm?”

Then, he grabbed a tissue from the table, your friends just watching, still feeling bad that they got caught talking shit. But no one could have known what was about to happen next.

Reaching out his hand, he softly wiped your face, leaving you a bit confused.

“Oh, thank you?”

Keigo just chuckled though and smiled, “No problem. Just wanted to make sure my seat’s clean for later.”

Then, he threw the tissue onto the table, flashed your friends a “fuck you” smile and glare, before grabbing your hand and walking outside. You just completely flabbergasted and a stuttering mess as you helplessly followed your small boyfriend outside.

“K-Keigo…”, you were visibly embarrassed.

Hawks know he may have gotten a little too far. Flaunting your relationship was one thing but saying that thing in public might be too much for your shy heart. So, the ride home was unusually quiet, which weighed down his heart even more. Your date was totally ruined now. He wanted to say sorry, but the silence was just… too much. Thus, he kept his mouth shut as well.

When you finally reached your apartment, you just quietly walked upstairs. You were so deep into your own thoughts you even ran against your doorframe, since you were so tall.

“Ow!”, you immediately grabbed your head. That hadn’t happened in quite some time.

It only showed how distracted you were from the scenario in the bar.

“[Your.name]? Are you okay?”, he immediately turned around and looked up.

“Ah? Yeah. No, it’s… it’s okay. Guess I was just really absentminded. Don’t mind me.”, you smiled at him, though Hawks still felt bad.

He should have just left after he caught them and not do this stupid joke in front of them.

“Okay… I’m gonna take a shower, okay?”

“Yeah.”, was all you answered and then it was an awkward quietness again.

Ah, you wondered what had happened between Hawks and your friends and what had led him to do something like that. Now, as you thought back, it was quite funny. Their faces were priceless, too. And it wasn’t even the case that you couldn’t take a joke. It was just the fact that your friends had to hear it that it was… embarrassing? Why though? Because they found out you had sex? You didn’t really know. All you knew was that, you had to cut them off as soon as possible.

After what felt like half an hour, Hawks came out of the bathroom and thus, it was your turn to shower. Once again, there weren’t any words exchanged. Until you finally joined him in bed after your own shower. Keigo had been waiting for you and the moment you laid down beside him, he turned around to face you.

“I’m sorry, [Your.name]. I know I shouldn’t have lied and done THAT an-“

“Ah no, no.”, you interrupted him and gestured a little, “It’s fine. It was a good excuse and… thinking about it now THAT was kinda funny.”, you finally snickered.

Which certainly made Kei’s heart laugh again as well.

“It was, wasn’t it?!”, he chuckled, then smiled – genuinely.

“Yes, it was a good one. Their faces were great. Sorry, too. I … get so easily flustered still. It’s still kinda new and all.”, you then admitted.

“It’s okay, I know that and still went with it. Next time I’ll only do that when we’re alone.”

“Hahaha, okay. I can live with that.”, you laughed and then finally kissed him softly.

Looking at you for a moment, he didn’t know if he should even say something, but then again…

“You know, I caught them talking shit again.”, resting his head on your shoulder, he slung his arm around your broad chest. His cold little feet touching your shin as he had wrapped his leg around your own. He was so tiny.

“Ah, I thought so…”, you sighed deeply, “I’ll definitely cut them off soon. It’s not like they will miss me anyways, well… maybe because then they don’t have someone who’s their idiot for everything.”

“I’m sorry they ruined our date, Babe.”, you then whispered and kissed his forehead.

“It’s okay. At least we have the rest of the evening just for us.”

“Yeah.”

Like that, you cuddled together. You didn’t mind it anymore when he grabbed onto your chub. People had done that to mock you before, but Keigo would have never done it with that intent. He just liked grabbing onto you since you were so much bigger than him, which meant he fit just perfectly tucked right under your arm. Just where he belonged.

For a while, you laid there. The quietness surrounding you wasn’t awkward anymore as you softly played with his hair and he played with your hand. It was just relaxed and soothing.

Meanwhile, it looked differently inside your mind.

“Okay, just say it.”, you kept on cheering you on.

Ever since he said THAT, you couldn’t stop thinking about it, which, inevitably, led to you thinking about actually doing what he had said. Which then meant you slowly became horny.

Your heart was hammering against your chest way too wildly when you leaned in. You felt out of breath just by thinking what you wanted to say. It was fine. You were dating. This wasn’t inappropriate and Kei had started it so…

“So…what do you think? Is your seat clean now?”

It only took a second for Hawks to realize it. Redness spreading all over his face in an instance. He always tried to be so confident and cocky, so it caught him off-guard hearing you so straight-forward for once. However, with redness also came a big smirk and his golden eyes gleaming when he looked up to meet your own [eye.color] ones.

“Looks pretty good to me.”, Kei barely whispered back while scooching closer and connecting your lips eventually.

A sweet kiss quickly becoming heated and sloppy as you grabbed his ass and pulled him on top of you. Hawks immediately moaning into your mouth as he grabbed onto the pillow. He loved getting thrown around a little, especially when you were so nice and strong and big.

Even though his cheeks were still pretty warm from blushing, it didn’t take long for him to wiggle himself out of his briefs. It certainly also helped that you hooked your fingers in and pulled them down at last.

“Hmnhh”, he mewled once you pushed him up higher, your big hand clawing at his ass and leaving marks behind.

“Turn around, Baby?”, you asked in between passionate kisses.

And his answer came promptly when he rose and bit his lip for a second.

“It’s a little embarrassing…”, yet he completely sat back up and turned around, which made you chuckle.

“Hmmm, but you did it anways.”, being the one to tease him for once was nice.

“Hahaha I sure di-ahn!”, he laughed only to interrupt himself with a soft whine when you grabbed his ass and pushed him closer against your face.

You didn’t even waste another second as you let your tongue flick against his hole. Lapping around for a moment before teasing him with the tip. Earning his cute moan immediately. Biting his own finger, he tried not to become too loud. Though as you licked over his ass with your broad tongue, a shivery moan escaped his throat just like that.

After using some spit for lubrication your tongue was back instantly to lick and flick. Your fingers holding his ass tightly left red marks behind that made Hawks moan in delight. Pushing himself even further down onto your face without really realizing it. Though you didn’t mind at all, rather you used it to push your tongue inside.

“Ngh! Ahh-“, arching his back, Keigo reached back to try and grab the headboard for support.

Your own deep moans sent vibrations through his body, making it even harder to resist the urge to just ride your face. However, with how eagerly you ate his ass, your tongue relentlessly wiggling and thrusting, it was pretty hard to move himself, thus being completely at your mercy.

“Ohh fuck- Ah! B-Baby…”, he choked out and moaned.

Pulling back a little, you went back to flicking the top of your tongue, tickling his soft hole and listening to his grumbling as he tried to sway his hips to spur you on. But, you loved to tease him. Hearing his quickened breathing and the impatient whines made your cock twitch and leak.

Though, in order to make him feel good, you soon pushed your broad tongue back against his twitching ass to lick almost slowly over his soft hole, before pushing your wet muscle back inside. His delightful hiss and the shivering of his body told you everything you needed to know.

His golden eyes were closed and his bottom lip was caught between his teeth. Another suppressed moan finding its way out of his mouth. Messy blonde strands of hair fell into his face, before he threw his head back when you, unexpectedly, reached around his thigh and touched his leaking cock. Your big hand wrapping around it was almost too much as he tried to thrust into it, simultaneously also rubbing his ass against your face more, thus feeling your tongue even more intensely.

“Ahn Ah! [Your.name] agh-“

However, when he softly pushed your hand away, you were a little surprised. Though not for long when he also raised his ass and turned around a bit, his golden eyes gleaming with lust.

“I want to… cum with your cock inside.”, was all he choked out under heavy breathing.

Hence you just gulped and sheepishly grinned. Reaching for the nightstand, you grabbed the lube, Keigo’s hands already busy pulling down your pants and kissing down your cock. Only to moan loudly when your thick fingers pushed inside his soft hole. The lube making such noisy squish sounds when you thrusted inside. Your big hand groped his small ass to spread his cheeks while you kept fingering him.

Your own deep groans and moans as he licked over your shaft and sucked on your cockhead got him even more excited. Thus, after a few moments of being stretched, he sat back up again so you pulled your fingers out. Simply watching as he moved and hovered over your cock.

“Kei-“, you choked out his name and instinctively grabbed his hips, once again realizing just how small he was. Your fingertips almost touched, he was such a fragile thing compared to you.

Though, despite being so small, Hawks grabbed your fat cock and slowly pushed down. The tip alone made him hiss, before a breathy moan followed. Once he sat in your lap, your dick buried snug in his ass, he leaned back, your hands giving him support and he held himself up as well.

“AHhh!”, one thrust was enough to make him moan in delight, hence with a quickened heartbeat, you started moving.

Easily holding him in place as you started shoving your cock inside his tight ass. Kei’s arms visibly shaking and his head thrown back.

“Ahh- [Your.name]- Mhn! Ah!”, though it didn’t take long for you to push him up completely, his hole gaping and twitching, before throwing him onto his belly.

“AHnn, so rough.”, he purred as he presented his ass instantly. Once again - he just loved getting thrown around a little.

But not being able to think about it much longer, you had already pushed your cock back inside, making him moan in bliss and his hands instantly clawing at the sheets. Your own hands had grabbed his hips again, thus being able to thrust in as deeply as possible.

If it were possible, you might have thought you could see little hearts floating around Keigo’s head with how much he enjoyed himself. His moaning loud and not holding back as you drilled your cock into his tight hole.

Burying his red face into the pillow, he didn’t even try to hold back his moans. Just loving the way you blew his back out, making him so soar that he couldn’t even sit tomorrow morning. His delicate body shaking so much as waves of pure lust swept through him. His small cock bouncing with every thrust, the sheets dirtied with precum and sweat.

“[Your.name]!”, he moaned out your name.

Twisting his body lightly, he looked back and reached out his hand, instantly meeting your own as you grabbed and squeezed it.

“C-Come here…”, Keigo stuttered under heavy breathing.

“B-But… I’m gonna squish you.”, you groaned back, not wanting to lay on top of him with your heavy, chubby body. He was so tiny…

“Don’t ca-Ah! [Your.name]… please…”, was the last thing he whined and how could you say no?

“Fine…”, you let go of his hand and hovered over him before lowering your body onto his, “But tell me when it’s too uncomfortable.”

Though Keigo didn’t care anymore as your heavy body pushed him more into the mattress, a mere moaned “Uhgn!” all he could do. And then, you started thrusting again. He simply loved having your body on top of his, feeling your weight push him down.

Since you were already in the perfect spot, you just lowered your head to kiss along the nape of his neck. His soft little mewls as you nibbled on his skin spurring you on more. Your skin slapping against his as your hips moved as much as they could.

“Ah ahh B-Baby, I’m… Nghh!”, he tried to warn you as you kept fucking him mercilessly.

Your hips only stopping for a few seconds here and there, before you were back to shoving your cock inside, earning Keigo’s loud moan. His ass was tightening around your dick more and more as he approached his orgasm. Hawks’ insides were fluttering as you didn’t stop thrusting into his hole.

“Oh fuck- Kei-go…”, you choked out his name as your arms wrapped around his small body. Your hips moving on their own as you vigorously moved. Hips smacking against his ass uncontrollably.

Both of you moaning as you approached your orgasms. Hawks the first who surrendered to the pleasure. A loud, blissful moan escaping his throat and his body shaking underneath you. Cumming onto the sheets while he pulled you with him. Your own body shivering as you hugged him tightly and drilled your cock into his ass one last time before cumming. Filling his sloppy hole with your cum as he just happily mewled and moaned.

For a moment, you stayed like that; gasping for breath and shaking. Hawks groaning, a crooked happy smile on his lips and looking like he was on cloud nine, babbling nonsense. After a while, you slowly sat back up and pulled out. The soft squish sound and the cum flowing out immediately was sending another blissful jolt down south to your cock.

“Hmm, you look even more pretty like that, Baby.”, you chuckled and softly smacked his ass.

Hawks just giggled as well and pulled you down and besides him.

“I love you.”, he whispered before kissing you.

Happily returning the sweet gesture, you buried your hand in his hair, listening to his soft happy hums as you massaged his scalp. Your heart was thumping so much in your chest, wondering how you seriously deserved someone like him.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”, he chuckled as his head fell back into the pillow, his beautiful eyes filled with so much love as he looked at you.

“Just… for not giving up six months ago. I was really- just an asshole to you because of my own insecurities and… when I think about what might have happened if you didn’t try again, I would still be miserable right now. So just.. thank you. I love you.”

Biting his lip to try and hide his stupid happy smile, it, however, didn’t really help much. Hence he leaned in to kiss you once more. Which then ended in your mouths being tangled yet again as you pushed him more into the mattress.

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⇻ salem.talks: here��s part two! it took almost a month wtf well here it is!

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I'm curious, if the Hero of Fereldan and Hawke met up in Skyhold and already got along (like they both hid from Cassandra and the seekers hahaha) and then they met the Inquisitor, the three of them become a powerful trio of friendship. If they got up to hijinks, laughing and being chaotic everytime, how would any companions you like react to them?

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[wh0lemilk0vich]

Mickey not being able to decide on one food. So he orders random shit from different places for delivery.

They all show up at the same time.

Hahaha omg that sounds like my nightmare but I don't think Mickey would give a shit, so I can definitely see this. Or they'd be in like rapid succession and he realizes he gets the same dasher a couple times in the process. Like he's really craving combination lo mein and crab rangoon, but then he also wants Korean fried chicken, and it's not like he's gonna have all that and not have dessert so he orders a massive chocolate fudge brownie blizzard for himself and a dilly bar for Ian. Then when he's settling in he orders a six pack of hard ciders or something.

And so yeah getting the same dasher a couple times they give him this sort of embarrassed knowing look and Mickey raises an eyebrow, daring them to say something, but they just wordlessly and blushing hand over the heavy bag and Mickey gives them a smirking "thanks" grinning like the cat that ate the canary.

And when Ian gets home and sees his chubby husband in boxers buzzed, full, and blissed out on the couch nursing his fourth cider and watching some shitty Netflix show, he can't help but feel aroused.

Straddling Mickey and giving his belly a thumping rub "You really put this all away yourself, big guy?"

"Got you a dilly bar, it's in the freezer."

"Surprised you could restrain yourself," he'd say back without bite or implication, caressing Mickey's face, thumbs rubbing soft cheeks. He grinds down a bit against Mickey's softness

"I don't eat 'healthy-option' ice cream," Mickey volley's back, hands moving to the small of Ian's back, locking him in, smirking softly at his man.

Ian huffs a little laugh out his nose, grinning. Of course he wouldn't. "You know dairy queen can't legally call what they serve ice cream, right?"

"Bull shit."

"I'm serious look at their menu. They never use the word ice cream."

"There's no fucking way..."

"Its because of the proportions of ingredients. They technically serve 'treats': cones, sundaes, blizzards."

"huh, no shit..."

"I'll get you gelato this weekend, if you can manage not to repeat this little feast thing again before then."

"I make no promises."

"You're a fucking barbarian," Ian says with a smile leaning in for a warm loving kiss.

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Just a Friend to You

Chapter 16: Jenny

“Takara!”

Turning her head, she faced Ine with a smile.

“Hi Ine! How are you?” The girl asks, both now walking side by side, Ine looking at her hands as Takara looks at her.

“Pretty good, just Y/N getting on my ass, but nothing new.” Takara giggled, with Ine looking at her, also laughing.

“Yeah, she got on my ass about studying the other day. I swear, that girl is gonna get kicked by Jun if she tells her to study one more time.”

“I think I’d pay to see that.”

“wAIT WAIT WAIT-“ Ine says, grabbing onto Takara’ darn, beginning to wheeze before she can even get a word out.

“I-I- oh my god- imagine if fuckin Jun, this midget ass bitch, just chopping at Y/N’s cALVES”

Takara also joins in, both of them getting stares as they try to catch their breath from laughing. After a while, the two finally breathe, Ine seeing her hand still on Takara’s arm, retracting her hand.

“Oh! By the way, I saw you didn’t eat earlier, so here.” Takara reached into her bag, pulling out a small bento box.

“I had packed an extra one for practice, but it was cancelled anyway so, I thought I’d give it to you!” Ine takes the bento in hand, holding it while Takara’s cheeks turn a rosy shade of pink, scratching the back of her neck.

Ine smiles, thanking her. Waving goodbye, Takara walks ahead while Ine watches her, staring back down at the Bento. Smiling, Ine turns, walking into her next class.

“Hey Ine!”

Turning around, her breath hitched, her face immediately becoming red as Ine faces Takara.

After downing two Red Bull’s, the Libero convinced herself to finally convince, with Valentines coming in two weeks. Her original plan was to wait, but after Suna’s call yesterday of him pumping her up, Ine felt like she owed it to him.

“Takara, can we talk about something?”

“Of course, Ine.”

The girls move to the side of the empty hallway, leaning against the wall as their backs face the windows.

“Do you remember how I came out like 2 months ago?”

“Mhm?”

“I don’t know how to say this, cuz you’re really one of my dearest friends.”

“Ine, I won’t judge you.” Takara says, nodding at her.

In her mind, Takara knew where this was going, however She had seen her own sister come out, realizing that interrupting this process was rude since it is a hard thing to do.

“I’ve liked you for about 4 months now? And it’s strange. I mean I don’t even know if you like girls, well I mean it’s okay if you don’t obviously I’d just,” Ine sighs, calming herself down before she rambled any longer, “I’d rather get it out the way if I’m going to be denied.”

Ine slumps down slightly, taking a breather as she focuses on her shoes, only hearing Takara’s breathing and birds from outside the window.

“I’m not gonna say yes”

Ine stands up straight, beginning to accept her defeat.

“But I’m not gonna say no.”

Lifting her eyes, she seems Takara looking at her with a small smile, a confused look flooding Ine’s face.

“I want to get to know you as a person Ine, not as my teammate and not as Suna’s Girlfriend, just, Ine.”

Takara sighs, running a hand through her hair. After, she grabs Ine’s hand, giving it a squeeze while they keep eye contact.

“We’ll give it a month and see how it goes, I don’t want to waste your time even more that I don’t want to waste mine. Let’s just see how it flows, and if it works, then maybe we’ll start dating. Let’s not rush into it blindly, okay?” She says, Ine following with a small smile and a nod.

Squeezing her hand one more time, Takara turns to leave, making a right down the hallway and out of Ine’s sight.

Yes!

Notes

WE ARE AT THE END OF PART 1 FINALLY!

Part two of the story will be continuing on January 11th, with Chapter 17!

(After all the pain I’ve written, I think we all deserve a week to process 🥰)

Hahaha y’all thought it was gonna be Osamu probably

Ine and Takara are not dating

Ine likes Takara

Takara has mixed feelings

It’s not a yes but it’s not a no :)

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Pssst- good dad Byron giving his edgy son (Edgar) cheer up tickles-

(After 3 thousand years I finally wrote this!!)

(Ok so this story ended up being way longer than I thought it was, so I went ahead and put a little “ ** “ for where the actual tickling starts happening if you just want to skip to that part in the story)

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Byron and Colette entered their shared house, bruised and beaten. They’d been on a losing streak since the beginning of the week, and it was starting to get on their nerves.

“When did Penny get so good at aiming?” Byron grumbled to himself as he set his case down on the floor and sunk into a chair, “I heard Piper had helped her out! God, I wish Piper would help me with my aim!~” Colette sighed as she plunked down in a chair across from Byron. Byron looked around the room before turning his attention back to Colette, “Hey, have you seen Ed-”

The front door quickly opened and slammed shut, both Byron and Colette jumped and turned to see Edgar storm past the living room and up the stairs “Edgar don’t slam the-!” but it was too late, Byron heard Edgar slam the door to his bedroom and growled slightly, “Found him...” Colette said sarcastically. “Why’s he so pissed?” Byron turned to Colette and shrugged “He’s sick of losing.” Byron rolled his eyes “We all are, but you don’t see me slamming doors and yelling.” Byron retorted.

“You don’t get it,” Colette said and leaned forward “Ever since he joined he’d been winning every single battle he entered, I guess everyone’s learned all his tricks and now he can’t seem to win any match he’s in!” Colette said, slightly yelling the last part. Byron raised and eyebrow “So?” “SO?! Edgar’s been losing it over this, the other day he lost a 1v1 with Colt. He LOST, to COLT.” Colette said, leaning so far forward in her chair she almost fell out of it, “It doesn’t help that Colt’s been rubbing the loss in his face every time he sees him...” Colette said leaning back in the chair with her arms crossed.

Byron hummed, a little annoyed that Edgar would get so worked up over a few losses, but he guess he could understand the frustration, when he also first started brawling he was undefeated for a bit, but the then suddenly started losing. “Let me go talk to him.” Byron said getting up, “Good luck, knowing Edgar and the way he’s acting you’re going to need it...” Colette slumped down in the chair and rested her head on her hand, and started to doze off.

Byron trudged up the stairs and down the hall, passing both his and Colette’s room until he reached the end of the hallway and a door with multiple “Do Not Enter” and “Do Not Disturb” signs on it. “Edgar?” Byron knocked on the door and listened “GO. AWAY.” Edgar yelled through the door, his voice was slightly muffled. “Edgar, sitting around in your room sulking isn’t going to change anything!” Byron said and tested the door, he was slightly surprised to find that the door was unlocked. Byron stood there for a second, when he didn’t hear Edgar respond he sighed and tightened his grip on the doorknob, straighten himself and inhaled “I’m coming in Edgar.” Byron announced.

Byron entered the room and couldn’t help but look around, the curtains on his window were pulled shut, leaving the room relatively dark, which didn’t help much with the fact that mostly everything Edgar owned was either black or a dark shade of another color. He had multiple “Edgy” (God, Byron hated that word) bands on the walls and a few other memorabilia strewn across the walls and floors.

Byron’s eyes finally landed on Edgar, he was lying face down on his bed, shoes kicked off near the door, and his scarf was hung up on a hook next to his bed, Edgar’s scarf limply waved at Byron as he approached the bed, and Byron stiffly waved back. “Get out of my room!” Edgar yelled, before burying his face deeper into his pillow, Byron huffed through his nose and rolled his eyes, he managed to get this far and he wasn’t about to give up now. He sat at the end of Edgar bed and took another deep breathe before quietly saying, “Colette told me you’ve been sour because you keep losing matches?” Byron watched as Edgar stiffened on his bed before he quickly turned to glare at Byron, “Whatever that crazy stalker told you is all a bunch of lies!” Edgar snarled before he went back to burying his face in his pillow.

Byron smirked despite himself, he always thought it was funny when Edgar got mad about Colette, he shook his head and tried again, “Edgar, it’s fine to be upset about losing. We’ve all have our fair share of losing streaks, but like I said, sitting around and sulking isn’t going to help you win battles.” Byron said and Edgar let out a dry bark of laughter, “What do you know about losing? Do the other brawlers rub it in your face every time you mess up? Do they laugh when they kick your ass into the dirt?!” Edgar hissed before he turned on his side, his back now facing Byron and he curled up into a tight ball with his face still in the pillow.

Byron felt a little guilty for the teen. He hadn’t realized the others had been so rude to him, though deep down Byron knew it wasn’t entirely undeserved, Edgar had grown cocky from all his victories and would sometimes act like he could do anything. Byron looked down at the curled up boy before he, very hesitantly and awkwardly placed his right hand on the teens side. “I didn’t realize the others were antagonizing you.” Byron said and Edgar tried to move away from his touch “Oh really? Just the other day I saw you laughing along with Bull and Mortis when I failed my jump and got my ass kicked by Spike!” Edgar growled. “Or that time in Brawl Ball when I’d ran straight into Shelly with her super? You were practically sobbing with laughter at that!!” Edgar yelled, “You don’t feel bad, you’re just saying that so I’d stop being an inconvenience to you, just go away and laugh with the others at my expense.” Edgar said and tried again to move away Byron’s hand.

Byron was stunned. He hadn’t expected Edgar to talk to him like that, and he certainly didn’t like what he’d been implying with that last bit. Byron left his hand squeeze Edgar’s side, “Now listen here-” Byron felt the teen tense and twitch beneath him and heard this strange, half choked sound leave Edgar.

The older man blinked in confusion, and repeated the process. Edgar twitched and made another sound, before he turned his head slightly, he face was half buried in the pillow and he glared at Byron “Don’t.” he growled.

It took a moment for Byron to realize what Edgar had meant, but when he did, this time he really couldn’t help but smirk. Byron turned on the bed so he was facing Edgar more and looked down at him “Don’t what Edgar?” Byron asked trying to make himself sound innocent “D-Don’t touch me!” Edgar stuttered out and tried to move away, but Byron just tightened his grip ever so slightly and Edgar squeaked.

“Why not Edgar?” Byron asked and leaned over him “Does it tickle?” Byron almost bursted out laughing at the face Edgar pulled when he said that. Edgar layed there looking like a deer in headlights before he tried to fling himself off the bed.

** Byron hadn’t expected him to do that, Byron quickly grabbed the back of Edgar’s shirt with his left hand and pulled him back, his right hand shot to Edgar’s other side to pull him closer, this also subsequently rolled Edgar onto his back. “BYRON!!” Edgar screeched and started to hit him with the pillow in his arms, Byron grabbed the pillow from Edgar’s hands and threw it off the bed, and he moved so he was now kneeling over Edgar (he was still at the teens side).

Byron smirked and placed his hands on both of Edgar’s sides and squeezed roughly, a choked squeal came out of Edgar and his face heated up “Byrohohon dohohon’t you dahahare!!” Edgar giggled out and grabbed at Byron’s wrists and tried to push them away. “Don’t do what Edgar? I don’t understand, you won’t give me a straight answer!” Byron said and started to rapidly squeeze the boy’s sides.

Edgar’s eyes widened before he shut them tightly and tried to curl up, all the while trying desperately not to laugh, “D-Dohohohon’t tihihihickle me!” he hissed through gritted teeth, Byron hummed before a chuckle escaped him “Tickle you? Well, why didn’t you say so? I’d be more than happy too!~” Byron teased before he started to skitter his fingers up and down Edgar’s sides.

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Edgar gasped before a long squeal escaped him, and then the laughter broke through. Edgar started to kick at the bed and shook his head rapidly from side to side as he laughed and pushed at Byron’s wiggling fingers, “B-BYHIHIHIHIROHOHOHON NOHOHOHOHOHO, STOHOHOP!!” Edgar laughed out as he started to wiggle from side to side, anything to escape the older mans grip. Byron himself laughed at the display, he’d never seen the teen react like this, and he’d never realized Edgar was so ticklish!

“Stop? But Edgar, I’m just getting started!” Byron teased as he brought his left hand up to his ribs and his right went to Edgar’s stomach. “NOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHO!! I SWEAHAHAHAR TOHO GOHOHOD OLD M-M-MAHAHAHAN!” Edgar was really starting to thrash now, and Byron was starting to lose his grip. He quickly moved and was now straddling his hips, Edgar’s faced turned another shade of red “G-Gehehet off ohohohof mehehe!!” Edgar giggled as Byron adjusted himself.

“You were right about one thing Edgar,” Byron said as his hand returned to Edgar’s sides “I... I have been laughing a lot at you...” Byron said quietly and Edgar glared up at Byron while his finger ever so slightly scribbled into him “But, now I think it’s your turn to laugh Edgar, you deserve it, plus, laughing is good for your morale!” Byron said before quickly digging his fingers into the boys ribs.

Edgar squawked and gasped before a screechy laugh tore out of him “B-BYHIHIHIRON NOHOHO, HAHAHA, STOHOHOP!! N-NOHOHOT THERE!!!” Edgar screamed as he started to thrash from side to side “Not there? You mean here?” Byron asked as his fingers started to scratch at the little spaces between Edgar’s ribs “Why not? Does it tickle too much?” Byron sneered and laughed when he felt Edgar try and push his arms away “YEHEHEHEHESS!! IHIHIHIHIT’S TOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUCH!!” Edgar squealed out and started to slap at Byron’s arms. “Well, if that’s too much for you, then what about here?~” Byron said, seeing an opportunity and quickly shoved his hands up to Edgar’s armpits.

Edgar for a few seconds went silent, his face stuck in shock before a loud squeal, peeled out of him “ACK! EEEEEEHEHEHEHE- AHAHAHAHA! NO NO NO NOHOHOHOHO!! BYHIHIHIHIROHOHON PLEHEHEHEASE!” Edgar howled as he tossed his head back and arched his back, Byron himself started laughing along with him “Well! Aren’t you just a little bit ticklish, eh?” Byron snickered when Edgar started to shake his head “BYRON! PLEHEHEHEASE I-I! IHIHIHI CAHAHAN’T- *Snort*.” Edgar clamped his arms down on Byron’s hands, as his own hands shot to his mouth to cover them, and his face turned beet red.

Byron tossed his head back and started laughing like crazy “Did you just SNORT?!” Byron laughed as Edgar shut his eyes and wiggled like crazy “SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!!” Edgar said while laughing through his hands “Hoho! I want to hear you snort again!” Byron said clawing at Edgar’s armpits. “NOHOHO!! BY-HAHAHA-BYHIHIHIROHOHON I CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IHIT ANY-HEHE-MOHOHORE!!” Edgar cackled while his hands left his mouth to squeeze Byron’s arms.

Byron sighed but still smiled, his hands started to travel back down to his ribs, and then back to his sides and they’d occasionally skitter over the top of Edgar’s belly, “You really can’t take it anymore?” Byron asked, he even tilted his head to the side for effect “Yehehehes! Plehehease stohohop!” Edgar giggled, his hands slid to Byron’s wrists and he weakly pushed against them. “Are you going to keep sulking and moping around in your room?” Byron asked and Edgar turned his head to the side, giggled a few times before he looked back, and slightly glared up at the older man “Nohohoho...” he finally responded. Edgar sucked in a quick breath before his gaze hardened on Byron “Ahahahare yohohou gohohonna kehehehep laughing ahahahat mehe when Ihihi mess up?” Edgar asked and Byron’s face fell and a guilty looked passed over him.

Byron stopped tickling Edgar and he put his hands on top of his thighs, “No Edgar, I’m sorry I laughed at you in the first place. I didn’t realize how much it got to you...” Byron said and with a huff he got off of Edgar. Edgar was still lying down and giggled every now and then, but he eventually sat up and he gave a wary look at Byron. Byron offered a small smile to him and a chuckle escaped him “Do you feel better from laughing?” he asked, Edgar’s eyes widened and his cheeks and ears turned pink “What?! N-No!” he yelled and wrapped his arms around his sides and looked away. Byron laughed at his reaction.

“Aaaaww! Does this mean you guys have all made up with each other?!” Both Byron and Edgar looked at the bedroom door to see Colette standing there “Colette?! H-How long have you been there?!” Edgar yelled at her, “Oh, I came up when I heard you start screaming the first time!” Colette said innocently and put her arms behind her back and rocked on the balls of her feet “Man, I knew you were loud Edgar, but I didn’t think you’d be THAT loud!” Colette said and smirked at him “I’m gonna document this in my scrapbook!” she said and tore down the hallway.

Edgar sputtered for a minute before he jumped off his bed and ran after Colette, “COLETTE! I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU WRITE ABOUT THIS IN YOUR CREEPY SCRAPBOOK I’LL BURN THE DAMN THING!!!” Edgar screamed at her, Byron laughed as he casually sauntered out of the emo teen’s room.