staticsim · 1 year ago
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meet theodore stradler, a very unenthusiastic accountant. he def isn't a new sim/character of mine but i heard we need slackers at @kashisun 's sims office so here he is lol
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theo does not suit a 9-5 job. he definitely should've worked in social services (or at least human resources), but he realized that a bit too late. now he's stuck as an accountant until he either goes insane or finds a new job.
he's a bit of a nuisance even if he doesn't realize it. he can't sit still for more than five seconds unless he's VERY focused (which hardly happens). he's always tapping his foot, rocking his chair, etc.
don't bother emailing or interacting with him. even if he hears you, he doesn't. his excuse is that he "can't hear you over the music in his headphones", but half the time they aren't even playing anything.
if he gets bored enough to actually do his work, he's pretty efficient. he'll do nothing useful for most of the day and then get it all done in one hour.
this also means he usually can (or will) leave early, which his coworkers assume is because he's slacking (i mean, yes, it's true), but most days he goes to visit his sick grandpa :,)
yeah he's actually a bit of a softie but will threaten u if u tell him that
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xoxoladyaz · 2 years ago
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Deep down, Steve knows that it's only a matter of time until he gets caught.
It feels like he's gone through the five stages of grief, like, twenty times. He can't count how many hours he's spent rationalizing it: what Eddie doesn't know won't hurt him, this is normal, people do it all the time, and besides, Eddie would feel completely betrayed if he knew and their relationship is so new that it's just not worth the risk. The absolute last thing he wants is to upset Eddie and this will just make him upset so really, Steve is doing the honorable thing by just not telling him, by pretending that he's not hiding anything, that everything is fine.
But it's not Eddie that catches him; hell, it isn't even someone in the Party; it's Jeff, Eddie's friend/Hellfire Club member/Corroded Coffin bandmate who shows up too early for D&D at Steve's one day and sees something he shouldn't have.
"This isn't what it looks like."
Jeff walks into the kitchen and frowns, like he's confused by what he's seeing and why Steve is so anxious, why he's sweating like he's just run a marathon. "It looks like you're blending a bunch of veggies together in a blender."
Shit. "Okay, it's exactly what it looks like."
Jeff still looks confused. "And this is a big deal because - "
"Because I haven't told Eddie that the 'special pasta sauce' that I've been using the last three months whenever we have spaghetti and meatballs is actually entirely made of, like, ten different kinds of vegetables," Steve rushes out, and Jeff's face smoothes in understanding.
"Oh, yeah, that makes sense. The dude has a weird vendetta against veggies."
Steve groans, slumping in relief. "Tell me about it. Do you know how hard it is to hide veggies in every single meal that I make for him? Because if I don't, then he's never going to eat them, and I'm worried about his health enough as it is."
Jeff nods. "It's the smoking, right?"
"The smoking, and the drinking, and I know he's sneaking out to smoke with Jon and Argyle, but he doesn't exercise and he only eats highly processed cereal with loads of sugar and I just don't want him to have a heart attack before the age of forty!"
"Hey, hey, Steve, man, your secret's safe with me." Jeff holds his hands up in supplication. "And for the record, I'm on your side. The dude is like a feral raccoon."
"I know," Steve sighs. "But he's my feral raccoon."
That makes Jeff start laughing. "If it makes you feel any better, my mom and I have been doing the same thing for years now. If you want, we could exchange recipes sometime."
"Really?" Steve perks up and now, now he's excited. "That would be great!"
"Sick. Need some help with the meatballs?"
"Please!"
And that is how Eddie and Gareth and Phil and Dustin and Mike and Lucas and Erica and Will find them later, chatting and laughing while Steve tosses his homemade noodles into his now-simmering pasta sauce, Jeff sitting on the kitchen island and drinking a beer.
This time, it's Jeff who looks like he's seen a ghost. "This isn't what it looks like."
"Oh?" Eddie asks, and his voice is totally controlled, which means that Jeff is screwed. "So you're not hanging out with my boyfriend and making him do that cute little blushy giggle that is my cute blushy giggle?"
"Eddie!" Steve scolds, but it's too late, Jeff knows his fate is sealed.
"Okay, it's exactly what it looks like."
(Jeff's rogue is caught in the blast zone when Dustin's ranger kills a large acid toad. Still, he can't feel too mad when he sees Eddie smirk and then lick the veggie sauce out of his pasta bowl.)
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nosyrobin · 4 days ago
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What if the superson trio swapped bodys like superman, batman and stargirl did in justice league action?
“Swapped bodies”
Summary: swapping bodies was the worst thing ever to happen to the future trinity of heroes.
Pair: Superson trio
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“Ugh! Catch him Robin!” Wonderboy yells, flying with superboy who trying to reach Mr Mxyzptlk who keeps swerving in the air. Robin clicks his tongue in distaste at the impatient Amazon. “What do you think I’m doing you brute.” Robin sasses as he keeps his eyes on the imp. He was on a roof, readying his grapple before Y/N spotted him. Y/N picked Robin up who “tt” at the male. Mr Mxyzptlk sticks his tongue out at the ten year olds. Superboy frowns, “Hey. That’s not nice dude.” Mr Mxyzptlk smirks. “If you think that’s not nice, then get a load of this!”
The imp randomly has a bender in front of the children, the flying boys stop. You still held Robin in your arms who was ready to aim his grapple right there. But sadly the imp had already put his action into phase as the souls of you and the supersons got sucked in the blender. Mr Mxyzptlk laughed his head off, seeing the ten year old boys scream and get their souls swapped. As the imp poofs away, laughing. The souls enter their not rightful place.
Y/N opened his eyes to see he was still flying, but turned his head to see that his body was holding Damian. Or was it Damian? “What the?!” Jon yells looking at the Amazon male. They had swapped bodies. And Damian doesn’t know how to fly, making him fall with a yell with Jon still in his arms. “Damnit!” Y/N yells, he immediately swooped down and held the two boys by their waist. “I hate this.” “Me too Prince.”
At the bat cave, Y/N were in Jon’s body, Jon was in Damian’s body, and Damian was in his body. Y/N immediately grabbed onto his body. Shaking the boy, “get out of my body Damian!” Y/N yelled. He was angry, confused, and annoyed. His eyes turned red, indicating heat vision that’s about to burst. Damian quickly pushed your head aside, the laser shooting off and damaging something. Jon awkwardly stood there, he felt happy he couldn’t hear things far away or even see through things accidentally. But still, he couldn’t do anything at the moment as the two super strong boys argue.
“If you were a little bit more patient, we would’ve succeeded in this mission!” Damian yells in Y/N’s body. Y/N gritted his teeth, pushing Damian from him. “Right, but you took your sweet time didn’t you Damian!” Y/N yells. Damian flew across the cave, before immediately tackling Y/N. Jon’s eyes widen, he tried to move towards the two angry boys. But with how they both were pulling hair and using their excessive strength. Jon said “nope, fuck this” and went to find the adults.
As y/n and Damian were tumbling around and wrestling. Jon came back with Batman and Superman. “Holy!—” Clark immediately tears the boys apart from each other. Y/N was still feral along with Damian. Trying to claw at each other. “Boys!” Superman yells out. The two stopped, looking at the kryptonian. “What is going on?” Jon, aka who’s in Damian’s body start to explain the situation that had happened.
“We sneaked out to do our own mission for this patrol but we caught this weird little goblin looking dude, can I say he was rude because he stuck his tongue at me and—”
“JON! Get on with it man!” Y/N yelled out impatiently.
“Oh right! Okay but like then he popped this blender out and switched our souls so now I’m in Damian’s body, damian’s is in Y/N’s body and Y/N is in mine and they started to fight so I got you guys here to se if yall can fix this.” Jon says, finishing in one blow. Clark and Bruce looked at each other and sigh.
What will they do with these three.
Time passed with the trio as Bruce went to contact someone. Firestorm soon walked in, smiling as he held Mr Mxyzptlk like a stray cat. The imp was nervously chuckling. “Ah Pooh, guess my fun is over.” Batman leaned his face at the imp. “Fix them.” Batman points to Jon who stands there with Superman holding two angry boys. Glaring at the imp, eyes filled with rage and distaste. Firestorm smirked, “or else professor would like a little talk with you.” Mr Mxyzptlk shudders again the thought of the professor in his head. “Fine! Here kids.”
“Kltpzyxm” the imp poofs away, not wanting to deal with the professor like last time. The souls of the boys went back to place. Jon smiled seeing his hands, Damian scoffed meanwhile Y/N rolled his eyes but smiled. “Awesome, we’re back to our bodies. You can put me down man.” Clark frowned. “Can’t do that sport.” The boys raised a brow as Jon looked at his father. Batman walked up to the trio. “You snuck out to do your own mission. You failed and got yourself in trouble. You are all grounded,” Brufe then points to the Amazon boy. “And I’ll be contacting your mother Y/N.” Y/N’s eyes widened, Jon frowns. And Damian scoffs.
“AH WHAT?!”
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athenamikaelson · 1 year ago
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Complaints and Harriet Styles Pt. 2
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Klaus Mikaelson x reader
Warnings- strong language, innuendos, mentions of blood and death.
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 “Would it make me a bad person if I said he was hot?’ I asked Caroline as I sat in front of her vanity mirror as she curled my hair.  
“Y/n,” Caroline frowned at me as she looked at me through the mirror, “he either killed or is trying to kill our friends. He’s a bad guy, so don’t even think about it.” 
“I’m not saying I want to bang the guy or anything,” As I say that the the thought crosses my mind and it’s clear Caroline knows that as well as her frown deepens, “Care don’t get your Barbie hair in a twist. Even though his accent is dreamy and his blue eyes make my knees shake. I’m not going to try anything, obviously.” I say mockingly as Caroline watches me as if she’s somehow aged 100 years since our conversation began. Which you know isn’t possible because she’s literally immortal. 
“Sometimes I don’t know what to do with you. You’re either arguing with someone or hitting on them. Or even both!” She says as she throws her hands up in emphasis, the curler unplugging itself during her action. 
We both sit there in silence for a moment looking at the curler’s wire. I look up at her with a sly smile, “Does this mean we’re finally done? My ass hurts from sitting here and being your personal doll.” Caroline puts her hand on her hip with a displeased look on her face. 
“I haven’t finished curling the other half of your head, so turn around and shut it. And didn’t you just say I was the Barbie doll?” She says matter-of-factly as she replugs in the curler and waits for it to heat back up. 
“Ok well you are a Barbie doll, I’m more like that doll that Angelica had in Rugrats, y’know the one with fucked up hair and looks like she just got thrown into a blender.” I laugh at my own joke as Caroline rolls her eyes, a smile trying to make its way onto her face. 
I glance at my dark eyeshadow that makes my y/e/c eyes bright. 
“Why do I even have to go to this stupid dance, our school has like 14 a year. How does our town even have the budget for that? And why do we have to do weird decade dances?” 
“Y/N you’re going to homecoming, end of story. It’s our senior year. This past year has been so crazy that we deserve a little normalcy.” She says as she finishes my last section of hair. 
“Normalcy? You do realize that every dance we’ve had since last year has ended with someone dead or impaled right? It isn’t a Mystic Falls high school dance if it doesn’t end in blood!” Caroline just watches me in annoyance as she sprays my hair with hairspray, “accidentally” spraying some into my face.
“Bitch!” I cough out.
“Go get dressed!” She uses her strength to lift me up and push me over to her closet where my y/f/c dress is hanging.
I look over my shoulder, “I hate you.” 
Caroline smiles, “Love you too brat.”
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I listen to the live band as I sip on the disgusting drink in my hand. Caroline who was supposed to chaperone tonight left me to go yell at Tyler for his wolfy crush or whatever on Klaus. I’m seriously debating on just walking myself home, since Caroline was my ride, as I watch on in disgust as teenagers grind against each other to the fast song the band is playing in the backyard of Tyler’s house. Somehow Tyler was able to put together a huge party since the gym was flooded last minute. Caroline didn’t seem suspicious but I on the other hand always think the worst is going to happen at any time, and with my friend group's history with dances I wouldn’t be surprised if something was going to go down tonight. I'm about to grab my bag and leave before shit goes down when I hear a British accent come from behind me. 
“Welcome everyone tonight,” I turn around, and low and behold that British fuck from Senior prank night is standing up on the stage in front of all of us, yapping about something. 
“This is a long time coming,” He says as he watches someone from the crowd with a smirk on his face. I follow his eye line to see Stefan staring back at him. Yikes. I look back to the Brit but find his eyes staring in my direction. I don’t think he’s looking at me until I send a look of disgust at him which makes the smirk on his face deepen. Fuck me. Wait. No. I quickly turn around and start to make my way to the edge of the party hoping to make my escape before I get sucked into whatever bullshit the Scooby gang is going to try to drag me into. I smile to myself as I’m about to be successful in my escape as my vision is blocked by something. Said something bumps me backwards throwing me off balance and I wait to hit the ground as I start falling, but nothing comes. I look up to see Klaus grabbing ahold of the top of my arm, keeping me from falling down.  
“What a fucking cliche,” I say to myself angrily. Klaus looks at me inquisitively. 
“What’s a cliche?” He asks me with that stupidly hot accent as I rip my arm away from his hold and put another foot's distance between us.
“You catching me,” I tell him but he only looks confused, “Y’know in romcoms when the girl trips and falls but doesn’t actually fall because the random hot main guy catches her. It’s a big fucking cliche.” I say huffing as Klaus watches me with that stupid fucking smirk on his face.
“And I’m the main hot guy?” He asks, clearly trying to get me to go along with his current ego trip.
“No, you’re not. Ryan Gosling is the hot main guy or Paul Rudd,” I let out a satisfactory sigh at Paul Rudd, “You’re more of the evil boos villain in video games.” 
“And what’s so wrong with being the villain?” He asks me as he takes a step towards me. 
I look at him with what I can only guess looks like a “are you fucking kidding me” look. 
“Literally everything. That’s literally the whole point of being the villain.” I put my hand out stopping him from stepping closer. Klaus watches me closely for a second too long. His gaze makes me quite uncomfortable because I can’t tell if he wants to kill me for speaking to him like I just did or applaud me for having the balls to. God, sometimes I just need to learn to shut the fuck up. 
“Dance with me.” He states as he puts his hand out waiting for me to give him my hand in return. My gaze goes from his face to his hand multiple times before I shake my head in annoyance. 
“No way dude,” I say as I start to book it back towards the house away from him. I don’t get far though because he’s in front of me again with a determined look on his stupidly hot face. God why does it always have to be the bad guys that are hot? 
“Either you dance with me, or I start killing your friends off one by one. I wonder where that blond friend of yours is, Tyler’s little girlfriend.” He says with a dark glint in his eyes. 
“Why?” I try to hold my ground even though I’m pretty sure I’m about to start pissing myself any second now. 
“Why what?” he asks me as he watches me.
“Why do you want to dance with me? Theirs like 200 other girls here that I’m sure would just jump at the chance to dance with some British guy.”
Klaus just shrugs his shoulder as if he himself doesn’t even have an answer to the question. 
“Because none of them have had the displeasure of catching my eye.” 
“And let me guess, I have?” I ask him. He doesn’t give me an answer though, only reaches out his hand once again waiting for me to take it. Annoyed I slap my hand in his and drag him to the dance floor. Once I push us into the middle of a big group, I turn to him.
“Don’t be pissy if I step on your toes.” Klaus just lets out a huff of a laugh as he drags my body closer to him so my chest is touching his. A shudder goes through my body at the contact and I mentally curse myself for the reaction. Fuck he smells good. Jesus Y/N get a grip, he’s just a guy. A thousand-year-old hot guy, but still just a guy. I look up to find Klaus already staring at me, with a knowing smirk on his face. I just roll my eyes as I try to play it off cool as he sways me to the now slow song.
“So tell me, how did you become friends with my doppelganger and her little group of followers?” A weird feeling of sadness flows through me at his question as I realize he only asked me to dance for information on my friends. 
“We grew up together. Small town like this everyone knows each other, sadly.” I say looking off to the distance and watching the other couples converse lovingly with one another. 
“Why sadly?” He asks me, and for a second I could’ve sworn I heard actual curiosity. I glance back at him and shrug. 
“I just hate this town. I never liked people knowing my business, and everyone here is so complacent with their normal lives. They never question anything or want to know more about anything other than what happens in our weird ass town.” I blush as I realize I just rambled on to a complete psycho about my feelings. But, the look on Klaus’s face isn’t one of annoyance or humor like the other people I’ve vented to usually have on their faces. His face turns from contemplation to understanding. 
“I know what you mean,” He says as he expertly twirls me around, “when I was a boy I grew up in a small village where the wasn’t much chance for prospering. I loved the arts and knew I would never be able to do anything with it. It made me angry. So I can understand your resentment.” He tells me and for a second I forget that he’s the blood-thirsty monster ruining my friend’s lives. 
“You like art?” He looks down at me with a soft smile as if the subject brings out a different side of him. 
“I’ve loved it for over a thousand years. The way emotions can be shown through a canvas and bring out emotion so foreign is unlike anything else I found over a millennium of living,” His eyes trail down to mine, “What do you think?” 
I nod softly in agreement, “I love art. Not really painting because I’m kind of shit at it, but sketching and just looking at art. Although I’m not a fan of this new-age art where someone can splash a canvas with a line of color and sell it for a million dollars. I like art that means something to someone. Art that when you look at it you can feel the emotions that the artist was feeling, every move of the brush stroke made with heart and emotion.” Klaus nods along to my rambling again with a soft look on his face. A look that I can’t quite decipher since it’s on the face of one of the scariest men in the world. 
As the song comes to an end I reluctantly let go of Klaus’s hands. He stares at me for a moment and I think he’s just going to turn around and walk off realizing he didn’t get the information he wanted but then a small laugh escapes his lips and he shakes his head. I watch on in slight confusion wondering if he’s having some kind of stroke or something. 
“You’re not like them you know,” he must notice my confusion because he continues, “like your friends. You’re nothing like them.” I pang of hurt pierces my chest as I turn away and start to walk off, “Well screw you too.” 
“I didn’t mean that as an insult,” He says hastily as he grabs my arm turning me back towards him, “You’re friends they’re small-minded. They think of only themselves and not the world around them, or how amazing it can be.” I go to interrupt him and tell him not to insult my friends but he cuts me off. 
“You need something bigger than this little town. Something that brings you life. When I originally saw you that night in the gym I thought you were just going to be like the rest of them. But you surprised me Y/n, and not many people can say that.” 
I just stare at him in amazement for what seems like forever as I try to piece together everything he just told me. In my stupor though a woman approaches Klaus and whispers something to him which makes his originally light demeanor change to something dark. The woman walks away as Klaus looks at me once more.
“Whenever you decide you want to be a part of something bigger, see something other than this little town I’d be happy to show you. All you need to do is ask.” He tells me as he grabs my hand and places a chaste kiss upon it. I still can't get the balls to say anything as he gives me one last glance before he follows behind the woman. 
What the actual fuck.
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I walked up to my front porch after getting dropped off by Matt because I guess Tyler drugged Caroline with vervain to save her from a pack of mind-controlled hybrids so that’s why she couldn’t bring me home. Sometimes I really hate my friend group. Why can’t for once we deal with normal people's problems like pop quizzes or acne? Like why does not one person in that entire group have a pimple on their skin? That’s the most supernatural thing going on here.
I’m about to open my front door when a small envelope catches my eye at the bottom of my feet. I look over my shoulder and only see Matt as he waits for me to enter my house. I wave to him with the envelope in hand and walk inside my house. I hastily open the envelope and pull out a piece of thick canvas paper. The paper is covered with a beautiful sketch of what appears to be an open field covered in flowers with grazing horses in the distance. Being so engrossed in the sketch I didn't notice the small note on the back. 
“There’s a whole world out there just waiting for you to experience, love. When you’re ready to experience it, I’ll be waiting.” – Klaus
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a-whispering-echo · 2 months ago
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Band drabble
tumblr exclusive lmao, most of these are on my Ao3 but cus this one is SO very short and it really IS just a drabble, figured id post it here <3
Cross leaned against the counter, absentmindedly stirring his coffee. His gaze kept drifting to the stairs as he waited in anticipation for his lazy boyfriend to emerge. The clock on the wall ticked toward 2pm, and then, finally, the familiar groan echoed through the kitchen.
Dust stumbled down, looking like a beautifully dishevelled mess. His shirt hung off him like a dress, oversized and clearly Horror’s, drool leaving a dark patch near the neck, and the boxers with little bunnies peeking out at the hem were almost too much. Bunny slippers - affectionately dubbed “dust bunnies” by the band - flopped with each step, and his hair—well, it looked like he'd been through a blender; seemingly alive with the static of a thousand dream. He rubbed his eyes with an ineffectual hand, a barely coherent groan escaping him.
“Morning, Sunshine,” Cross said, unable to hide his grin. There was something about Dust’s sleep-mussed appearance that was more captivating than any carefully orchestrated photoshoot. Maybe it was because this was the real Dust, maybe it was because he was trusted to see Dust like this, regardless, he was the most beautiful person Cross had ever seen.
Dust squinted at him, one eye half-open. “Mm, yeah, if you say so. Morning is relative.” He blinked slowly, barely registering the room. “I’m not awake yet.”
Cross stepped closer, his heart pounding. “You look like you’ve been through a wind tunnel with that hair, bunny.” He reached out, brushing a stray hair from Dust’s face. “But, honestly, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Dust’s eyes widened slightly, a hint of confusion breaking through his sleepy haze. “What’re you on about? Can't... too tired to..think.”
Cross chuckled, his heart racing. “Nothing much, just trying to figure out how to get a ring on your finger without waking you up to do it.”
Dust rubbed his eyes again, smirking despite himself. “Well, when you figure it out, let me know. I might be more awake by then.”
“You’re perfect just like this,” Cross said softly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to Dust’s forehead. “Drool and all.”
Dust blinked, then a sleepy grin tugged at his lips. “You’re hopeless, you know that?”
Cross chuckled, pulling Dust into a hug. “Hopelessly in love with you.”
Dust sighed contentedly, resting his head on Cross’s shoulder. “Guess that’s not the worst way to be.”
The kitchen, bathed in the warm afternoon light, seemed to glow a little brighter as Cross held Dust close, content in the perfect imperfection of their morning.
LINES UNDER HERE THAT DID NOT MAKE THE FINAL CUT :)
“Morning,” Dust mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
Cross’s heart skipped a beat. Despite the chaos of his appearance, or maybe it was because of it, Dust was the most beautiful thing Cross had ever seen. He couldn’t help but let out a soft, awed laugh. “Morning? I’d say it’s more like afternoon.”
Dust blinked slowly, squinting at Cross through his bleary eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I’m not exactly known for my punctuality.”
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Dust’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “Are you saying something profound or just being weird?”
“Maybe a bit of both.”
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nifflermini · 5 months ago
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No, Really, how is ketchup made?
Author's Note: Just an idea that danced its way into my head. I just want to see if it works.
Warnings: None!
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"I have an idea." You announced plopping down at the lunch table. You pulled your hair out of its ponytail, grinning like a mad woman.
Bokuto stared at you, mouth about to take a bite of his sandwich. "Good or Bad?" He asked, forgetting his sandwich entirely.
I shrugged. "Who knows, but just meet me in the culinary classroom, kay?" He nodded, as you took a bite out of your apple.
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Just like he promised, he met you right in front of the classroom. Usually, his memory is pretty bad. but you knew he'd remember this one because this is where we first met. "Hey hey hey! What was this idea of yours?" He asked and you smirked, shrugging my backpack off my shoulders, to get the whole reason for this little meet up.
"Do you know how ketchup is made Bo?" you asked, while unzipping your bag. It was quiet for a little bit, while you reached for the two food items hidden in your bag.
"Uh-stepping on tomatoes?" You smiled, hand grazing against a smooth surface, and pulled it out.
"While that's a great theory, I want to test it." You suggested, pulling out the second bag of tomatoes, smirking at him.
"How did you get those?"
My mom works at a restaurant, remember?" You smirked at him. "Are we gonna figure this out or not?" You asked walking near the cupboard where the food processor and the blender, quickly finding them and getting to work setting them up near the stove. You knew heat had something to do with it, but what else? You reached for the microwave, coming in contact with something warm, and looking up to find Bokuto doing the same. HIs face turned red.
"S-sorry." He mumbled, and you tilted your head, confused. Why was he blushing?
"It's fine! You can use it Bo, I forgot to smush my tomatoes anyway." You explained, turning back around to find a bowl. You were too busy blending the tomatoes to notice Bokuto staring at you with a lovesick smile on his face.
And both of you were too busy figuring out how ketchup was made to notice the bell for class had rung.
You two spent hours in the culinary lab trying to figure out how ketchup was made. stuffing tomatoes into blenders and mixing things with other things. You set a timer, to see if your latest attempt at ketchup was closer than the rest. Once it went off, you squealed, hopping a little.
"Bo! C'mon, come look!" At some point, your separate attempts had merged into one, and he bolted over to see if this one was any closer. The goop was smoother than the others, but still wasn't the same consistency. You pouted, turning my head to share your disappointment with Bo, but his face was way closer than you thought, and your cheeks heated up, as you lurched back, almost losing your balance.
Lucky you, he caught you minutes before you would've hit your head.
Unlucky you, at that exact moment, the door swung open to reveal the principal.
"What are you two doing in here?" You and Bokuto looked at each other, then back at the principal, starting to explain at the same time
"Well, you see, I wanted to know how ketchup was made-"
"I don't know how ketchup is made! Or how it works! Or why it exists-"
"So we smushed the tomatoes-"
"I mean, who decided we needed to put tomatoes on food, that's just a weird thought, right-"
"-and it was just something i thought about, and i had extra tomatoes-"
"And i just needed to know, why put them in packets, how did they even get in packets?"
"-Tomatoes can't taste that good, they just can't!"
"STOP!" You both shut up pretty quickly. "Clean this mess up, and then get to your club activities!" You winced. Had you boht missed the entire day? It was worth it to spend time with Bokuto, but you hadn't realized the time had passed so quickly.
"Neither of us heard the bells?"
Bokuto helped you to your feet, as you both rushed to clean up the mess you had unwittingly made.
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"So... you missed practice because you were on a date?" You shook your head, the words causing your stomach to do all kind of gymnastics as your face heated up. Yearbook was always fun, but it was filled with a lot of your friends. Most of which knew you like the back of their hand. The events that happened next were unsurprising.
"No, I was just hanging out with Bokuto, that's all-" You tried defending. But this time, no one was willing to put up with your BS.
"Oh, Bokuto, the one loud guy you always sit next to in the cafeteria?"
"Well-"
"Bokuto the guy we know good and well is one of your best friends because you never stop talking about him?"
"Well, yeah, but-"
"Bokuto the guy that is one of the only reasons you check your phone?"
"..."
"...He's not the only reason..." You muttered.
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Bokuto had been at practice for 10 minutes and his... everything was way better than usual.
"You're in a good mood." Akaashi noted, and Bokuto turned to face the setter, with a smile.
"Yeah, before this, I was with Y/n, and we were making ketchup, but it didn't look like ketchup, it looked more like tomato sauce, but we tried putting sugar in it and it didn't work. But that's okay, because Y/n was trying to reach the top shelf, because we were trying to put a little bit of salt in it, and that wasn't working, but I got to lift y/n up to reach the shelf!" Bokuto was smiling like a lovesick idiot, and the entire team exchanged knowing glances.
"What?" Bokuto asked after a few minutes of silence, looking around at everyone.
"When are you going to finally tell her you like her?" Akaashi deadpanned.
"..."
"..."
"....Huh?"
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Hello all! No, I'm not quite sure what this is, but this is very (VERY) loosely inspired by "Troublemaker" by Olly Murs
No there was not much thought put into this, but there was a lot of love, because it's Bokuto, how can i not love him?
Anyway, the point was to listen to the song four times, and then get a story out of it in those four loops. I might do this with some more characters, so leave some song suggestions, and I'll see what I can come up with!
Love you all, and have a great day!
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ivanttakethis · 4 months ago
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okay so hello first of all. second of all, thank you for all the color theory posts they are a good time. third: why do you like Ivan so much? I am an Ivan lover myself. He is my freak, my silly little guy, he spawns many of my late night ponderings but I will admit I am curious as to why you like him? Especially curious about what you consider Ivan "mischaracterization" because you are so opposed to it (I am as well though so like. i relate) anyways hope you are doing well!!
Hello fellow Ivan enjoyer! I’m glad you like my color theory ramblings 🫡
My answer got kinda long, so I’ll put it under the cut...
Part of the reason I like Ivan so much as a character is because I relate to him in a lot of ways.
Like, when he was younger, Ivan was quiet and not very good at expressing his emotions. So he had to fake/force them to fit in with the other kids.
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I’ve talked about this art before, but the first time I saw it, I literally went:
“Oh. It me.” 🥹
I wasn’t as young as Ivan when I realized I didn’t quite express things as much as my peers did, but I’ve been there. I know what it’s like to have to perform to avoid being seen as weird.
My resting face is very neutral, which can look blank or emotionless to others, so when I’m around people who don’t know me well I have to put in effort to smile to avoid making them uncomfortable.
I kept seeing Ivan being mischaracterized as “emotionless” and that really rubbed me the wrong way. So that’s where my “#1 Ivan Mischaracterization Defender” title came from.
I talked more about my opinions on Ivan mischaracterizations in my Top 5 Worst Ivan Mischaracterizations post, if you’re interested in that.
Though for the most part, my title is just me being in a silly goofy mood lol.
Ivan is also just a super tragic character from pretty much start to finish.
The meteor scene. The unrequited love. Always chasing, never chased or acknowledged. Endless yearning. Black Sorrow. All of his self-deprecation. Thank you for being a victim of my shallow emotions.
His story really tugs at my heartstrings and I can’t help but root for him.
Not even to get with Till, necessarily. I just wish he could’ve found some happiness and reciprocity in his life, so he wouldn’t have thought he was so expendable. (Damn that’s really sad, anyways 😬)
I also like him because he’s a weird, silly little guy that I don’t fully understand.
Some of his motivations for the weird shit that he’s done are completely incomprehensible to me.
Why did he orchestrate that confrontation between Till and Mizi and his little wagyein buddy?
Why did he make a list of Till’s birthday presents every year just so he could (presumably) take them all??
Why did he lick Till’s blood off his fingers while making direct eye contact with him???
I don’t know. But I think that’s part of the draw. Ivan is like a puzzle.
I want to study him. I want to figure him out. I want to put him in a blender. You know?
He has bewitched me with his strange and somewhat unsettling behavior.
Thanks for the ask! I’m interested to know what you think of Ivan as well 👀
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callunavulgari · 7 days ago
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Chapter 6 is up for our @steddiebang2024 project! Chapter banner by the lovely @firefly-party! <3
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It has been exactly thirteen days since Eddie heard a peep from Steve’s apartment. Thirteen��excruciating days. A few weeks ago, he would have been absolutely tickled by this development. No Cher at six AM? No blender? No obnoxious drunken warbling in the middle of the night? Count him the fuck in for a little bit of peace and quiet.
And, Eddie will confess, for the first few days, there was some small element of relief. He got to sleep in for the first time in weeks. More importantly, he managed to sleep through an entire night, completely undisturbed.
Only… the silence began to stretch. A few days turned into a week. Into two.
It’s not that Steve isn’t there. Eddie can still hear him sometimes, but it’s like the volume has been turned down on Steve himself. Like whatever bright thing in his chest that kept him singing in the face of all the bullshit was just… gone. Wiped clean. Snuffed out.
And Eddie’s beginning to realize that he’s actually concerned. That somewhere along the way, something resembling affection began to take root beneath his ribs whenever Steve started up with his bullshit. He could still get annoyed about waking up early while also having a bit of a soft spot for the guy.
The cat that Eddie had only realized after its third visit to Casa de Munson was actually Steve’s cat has also been showing up more and more often. It shows up mostly when Eddie’s playing something, but what had started with a few occasional visits had turned into an every other day occurrence. It’s gotten to the point that Eddie doesn’t even know if Steve has noticed that his entire cat is missing. 
If it were anyone else, Eddie would just seize the cat up in his arms, march his happy ass into the hallway and pound on Steve’s door, demanding that he look after the fucker properly so it’s not on Eddie’s conscience if the poor thing plummets six stories to its death.
When he tells Chrissy about it during their now weekly meetup, she frowns at him.
They’re at Eddie’s place and the plan for the day had been to basically eat their weight in takeout and marathon Lord of the Rings, because she made the mistake of mentioning in Eddie’s earshot that she’d never seen the movies. Now though, she’s looking at his wall like she’s seriously considering going over there and interrupting Steve’s morning to tell him that his weirdo neighbor is worried for his mental health.
“Have you tried to reach out to him at all?” she asks, drawing her legs up onto the chair next to her as she continues to frown at the wall, chewing idly on her lip. “You said that you’ve at least heard him moving around, right? He’s not, y'know—” she pauses to lower her voice into a tentative, guilty sort of whisper, “—dead?”
Eddie shakes his head. On screen, Gandalf calls Pippin an idiot again. “Definitely not. I can still hear him, he’s just… quiet.” He zones out in the general direction of the screen for a solid thirty seconds, then turns to her properly. “It’s not weird that I’m worried about this, right? Like, I’m not overthinking things? Because you know me, chronic overthinker here. But I actually think that something might be wrong.”
Chrissy leans over and pats the back of his hand. Her fingers are still sticky from the strawberry-iced donut that she just finished, but Eddie doesn’t mind. “Listen to your gut then, Eddie. Maybe you just need to reach out.”
Eddie makes a face. “I don’t want to be weird though. Who drops in to do a wellness check on a neighbor that they haven’t even met? What am I gonna say?” He pitches his voice higher, makes it go squeaky and mocking as he simpers, “‘Sorry, man, I know that we haven’t been formally introduced yet, but I’m really starting to miss the Mamma Mia soundtrack being piped through my walls at all hours of the night.’”
Chrissy shrugs, popping one of Eddie’s donut holes into her mouth. “I mean, I would. But maybe I’m weird.”
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icallhimjoey · 2 years ago
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She’s everything I aspire to be, confident in her own skin, a ray of sunshine a bit awkward who isn’t intimidated by people’s opinions. I was just like her, but most of my peers didn’t like me. I was a messy bundle of cheerfulness, my laugh loud and ungraceful. I wasn’t cool because I loved too much, with an intensity that people struggled to understand. I really appreciate the fact that you managed to go from an almost introspective story, full of the uncertainties and perplexities of our main characters to a very cute and flirty banter that is absolutely amazing. This is what I needed, I’m so happy that is making me feel all warm and fuzzy, it’s adorable ♡‧₊˚
i love her, need her in my life, make ME blush and shit. Wordcount: 2.6K
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Sunshine Blend Dark Roast
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part one - part two - part three - part four - part five
The first day Joe didn't show up after having done so for eight consecutive days, you didn't even notice until your coworker asked what name he used that day.
"Oh, he hasn't been in today," you said as your coworker rinsed out blenders and you wiped down counters.
"Then he's just Joe today," he said, and you grinned. Yea, Joe could be just Joe today. A comforting thought, although, you were bad at lying to yourself and acknowledged the small tinge of sadness. You really would've liked to make him scratch his face all nervously. Oh well, there's always tomorrow, you thought.
Except Joe didn't come in the next day. Or the next one. You weren't stupid. Joe had work things. Film things. Press things. You had no idea what being an actor entailed, but you could imagine Joe didn't have a set schedule that left wiggle room to get a coffee every day. And there were other customers to annoy, to get smiles and chuckles from. To sing at, to joke with, to ridicule just slightly, never enough to offend, never enough to not be able to fix things with a giggle, but always just enough to surprise them. Find that weird border to dance on. It was always so much fun to play.
But none of them were quite as fun to play with as Joe was.
Yes, other people would blush.
Yes, other people would awkwardly chuckle.
Yes, other people would stumble over their words. Would raise surprised brows when you asked them if they were sure they made the right choice. Would try to look away and pretend they weren't tickled at your attempt at a tap dance as you made iced drinks, rinsed out blenders, and scooped ice into large plastic cups.
They would all do all of those things.
But none of them made your stomach flutter like Joe did. And none of them made your chest swell like Joe did. And none of them got your throat to strain with back-held giggles like Joe did.
You didn't know if Joe was aware of the effect he had on you, so you made a mental note to tell him the next time you saw him. See if that would turn his ears red, too.
You just hadn't expected that the next time you'd see Joe, it wouldn't be in the coffee shop.
The next time you saw Joe, a couple more days had passed and you were on your way home after your shift, late afternoon on a Wednesday. You were on your phone, reading texts you'd missed throughout the day when you spotted him in your peripheral vision. You hadn't even been able to focus on much else but your phone and your blurred feet taking steps below it, but you somehow saw him and unconsciously glanced his way. Then did a double take. Yep, it was him. Joe. Staring right back at you. Frozen. In shock, a little, maybe?
Joe was sat in the window of a Starbucks.
A fucking Starbucks.
White paper cup in hand that you eyes immediately checked and it read Patrick.
Patrick.
Starbucks didn't know how to play. Idiots.
You halted, stopped right in the middle of the pavement, and had people bump into you from the abrupt standstill. They apologised grumpily, you apologised with a giggle, it was all fine. Then, you pointed an accusing finger at Joe and you tried to hide your smile. You saw Joe was still sat frozen, big eyes aimed at you. No way around those. He'd definitely seen you. But you pointed at him and then you got no reaction.
You let your eyes find the door, looked back at Joe, then back at the door, then back at Joe again to see he was also looking at the door, and you thought, fuck it, let's go. You saw how Joe followed you with his eyes and how panic rapidly built. Oh, fun. This was going to be fun.
"I can't believe it, Patrick," Loud. Right in the middle of the doorway, not even fully inside, you were immediately attention demanding. You didn't care. You'd be out of there in a second and would likely never see any of the other people in there.
"H-hi," was all Joe managed to stammer, and behind him, sat next to him in the window, someone stopped talking and leant back to see what was going on.
"Mingling with the enemy, are we?" you gestured into the store wildly. Windmill arms, almost.
Joe said nothing.
"If that's anything other than a large, oh wait, sorry, a venti americano, you've got some serious explaining to do," you smirked, let your eyes crinkle and waited for a reaction.
You got one. Finally. Non-verbal, though. You got stutters, and fingers fidgeting with rings, and nervous eye-contact with his friend and, oh my God!
That was Jamie Campbell Bower. Jamie Campbell fucking Bower, drinking a Matcha Crème Frappuccino. You let your shock from seeing Jamie Campbell Bower's face travel to his drink, your big eyes aimed at what he was holding now, instead of his face.
"That's a Matcha Crème Frappuccino."
It was bright green, not hard to guess. You knew your shit.
He laughed. "Yes, it is."
And like you'd known Joe your whole life, you reached out, grabbed Joe's forearm, wrapped strong fingers around and squeezed as tightly as you could. Used your hand that was still holding your phone to twist his cup until you could read its contents, said, "I fucking knew it." way too close to his face as you stood on your tippy toes.
A grande - not venti, Joe wasn't insane - caffè americano.
You felt Joe's tensed arm, but saw his shoulders relax as he let out a breath he'd been holding in a laugh. Joe saw your phone. You were holding your phone. Had it ready. Out. You weren't working now, and had walked up to him with your phone ready and out.
You were a girl.
You'd walked up to him.
With your phone ready.
And out.
Of course.
"Do you want a picture?" Joe's arm moved, and it made you lessen your grip on him. You blinked in confusion for a second, but Joe's arm was quick to find your back and a large palm placed itself on one of your shoulder blades.
Joe was lining himself up for a selfie with you.
A misstep. A grand one that was going to make him stumble when he'd realise. Like he hadn’t seen the last step when walking down a long winding staircase, and it'd make him run, big steps, in a bid to save himself from letting his knees scrape the floor.
"Ew, gross," you muttered, grimaced as you stepped aside, back towards the glass door, bumping into yet another person as you recklessly weren't paying any attention to your surroundings.
"Boring, and gross," you said softly before you nodded at the two men staring at you.
Everything about this interaction had been confusing to you, let alone to Joe, let alone to Jamie. It held so much potential to have been a quick little fun chat, but it left you with a bad taste in your mouth.
"You better take him with you next time," you pointed at Jamie, made big eyes at Joe who looked at you like you were speaking a different language, arm still hovering in place where it had been on your back second ago. "Patrick."
And out you went.
You knew then that, if you hadn't scared him off entirely before all of that, you certainly had scared him off now. There wasn't going to be a next time. You just knew it.
These weren't new feelings. These feelings didn't fester, didn't take you in a chokehold. They were familiar pains that no longer felt sharp, were more of a dull ache instead, easy to shove aside, because you'd been shoving them aside since childhood. You were an expert now, and you knew to let yourself feel it for a minute, and then you'd carry on. Never dwelled too long, because, who did that help?
What a way to make you dislike him. Did Joe honestly think that you were just after a picture with him? You shuddered. Gross. So gross.
But Joe didn't understand.
Had he ever understood anything about his interactions with you? He thought he was starting to get it. Starting to be able to predict you a little bit. Recognise what type of songs you would dance a little too. He could be waiting for his coffee, hear a beat, and know if he'd look up, he'd see you bounce. And he'd be right, too. He could see a girl walk in with large earrings, and he'd just know that you were going to mention them. Compliment. And then you would, "Look at them hoops, girlie! What can I get you?"
And then, you'd walked up to him with your phone out and confirmed everything that had been whispered to him from the dark corner of his mind. A photo. Of course you wanted to get a photo with him. Because, why wouldn't you? Didn't they all want a photo? He thought he was starting to get it.
But then you said, ew gross, to his face after he offered - he offered - and Joe wished the floor would've opened up beneath him. He wished to fall into black nothingness. He could just exist in that void for eternity, no problem.
Joe cringed.
Outwardly.
Where everyone could see.
"What the fuck was that?" Jamie asked, but couldn't help his face-splitting grin.
"I... I don't..." Joe saw Jamie's face. "Oh, fuck off," Joe winced, able to awkwardly chuckle at himself outwardly, but inwardly, died a little.
Joe didn't come in the next day. You knew he wouldn't, and you'd only given yourself a second to think about him, be a little disappointed, aw, woe is me, before you forced yourself to get over it. Let it go. There were other people that needed serving, and they were fun to play with too. You could make it fun, like you had made it fun for so many days before Joe had stepped foot into the coffee shop.
But then the next day, you'd seen him outside, on the other side of the street. You saw him, and he was with Jamie, and they were walking towards the shop. You saw them, grey and black coats billowing behind them as they walked, looking down at their feet, Jamie talking, Joe listening. You used both hands to hastily push your hair back from your forehead, slapping yourself in the face as you did, then clasped onto your coworker and said, "Suck in your stomach, Joe's coming," and made him laugh.
They walked in, and Joe looked up at the menu whilst Jamie made direct eye contact immediately, raised eyebrows, friendly face, ready to politely greet.
"Please, get a stupid latte," No good mornings. No hellos. You pleaded, hands clasped in front of your chest, eyebrows knitted, eyes as questioningly cute as you could manage them.
Jamie laughed, shrugged, said, "Sure," and communicated with his whole body that this was bizarre, but he was absolutely going to go with it.
You clapped your hands together excitedly, bent at the knees as if you were going to jump, but then didn't, because you weren't six years old. If you had been? That's what you would've done.
"We've got a bunch to choose from," you gestured at the menu behind you, let Jamie's eyes roam and then looked at Joe.
"Hi," he smiled.
You'd called him gross and boring to his face, made him uncomfortable in a public place, and he had come back. Brought Jamie with him. Said hi. Smiled.
What an idiot.
"Oh, can I get the Maple Matcha Green Tea Latte?"
"Yes, perfect. So fun. Not at all boring."
You asked for his name, wrote down Johanna because you were an annoying bitch and had had a weird Sweeney Todd phase years ago, and then turned to Joe.
"A large Am-"
"Americano. God." you interrupted and finished for him, like you despised it. Squeezed your eyes shut like it was the worst news Joe could've possibly given you. It wasn't, but it was a bit you were committed to, and it was fun to play with Joe. "Yes. Of course," you rolled your eyes, asked for Joe's name - Tim, today - wrote down Joe and then didn't let him pay.
"This one's on the house."
Joe frowned. Was about to sputter some polite rejections to a free drink, but you held a hand up. Joe was going to get this coffee free of charge.
You switched places with your coworker. Standard practice now. You always made Joe's drinks. But today, you got to make Jamie's too. Maple Matcha Green Tea Latte. A latte. This meant you got to do latte art. Latte art for Jamie.
"Look," you said, letting Jamie see inside before you were going to place the lid on.
"That's..." Jamie let his jaw drop a little.
"It's a penis!" you said it so proudly, it left no room for anything but acceptance of what he was staring at.
"That's a penis." he confirmed, and you saw Joe close his eyes as he shook with silent laughter next to him.
You placed the lid on, smiled at Jamie and before handing it over, you shouted, "A penis maple matcha green tea latte for Johanna," as if Jamie wasn't stood right by the counter, making direct eye contact with you.
At the mention of Johanna, he raised a curious eyebrow.
"I feel you, Johanna," you sang, and it was enough to make Joe burst out into giggles. Jamie soon followed, side eyed his friend for laughing at him, and then took his drink from you.
"Thanks, I love it."
Joe came in the next day by himself. Jude. You wrote down Joe. Didn't let him pay.
The next morning he walked in too. Jacob. You wrote down Joe. Didn't let him pay.
This kept going for a while.
You kept making Joe large americano's and kept not letting him pay for a single one. It was a new way to make Joe blush. Make him smile bashfully. Make him say thank you through squinty eyes. And if Joe thought that you weren't going to get straight back into trying your best to see his ears turn bright red, he was wrong.
You would compliment his outfits, said they were horribly mismatched, which offended him a little, but then said that he'd look good in fucking anything.
You would try to make him sing again, several times, and you upped volume each time. Upped the ridiculousness of the songs each time. Played fucking Johanna once, just to see his grin.
And Joe kept coming in.
And you kept not letting him pay.
Your colleague had made a comment about it. You told him to not interfere. Mind his business. This was a game you and Joe played, and you were winning. You played games to win, and you were winning.
You were giving Joe free drinks and in return you got so much more. Soft giggles, blushing cheeks, red ears, clumsy fumbly fingers, slow scruff scratches, bashful smiles, shy eye fluttering, stuttered words and wild butterflies in your stomach.
Until one morning, Joe stepped inside and was greeted by two people behind the counter, neither of whom were you.
You weren't there.
The music was set to a sensible volume. The shop was busy, but quiet. Calm. Odd. Joe'd never seen the place like this. Total different vibes in there now.
"Hi," Joe said to your coworker, the one he recognised, when it was his turn.
"Large americano?" he asked Joe, blank faced. Looked a little... bored.
"Yes, please. Is um... is she not in, today?" Joe asked carefully, and fished for his wallet in his coat pocket.
"No, shift switch. Helped him out," your colleague nodded at the other guy behind him.
"Great," Joe said, "Because I've got about 47 coffees I still need to pay for. Ring me up."
Joe didn't mind you playing weird games with him, even if he didn't understand, but Joe could play too, and Joe played games not to lose.
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windamp · 1 year ago
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let's rate red hood costumes
if i forgot smth lo siento. just let me know, there are so many of these and i am one creature
this is just for fun btw. nothing serious here! <3
now these are all comic canon red hoods (except maybe two? we'll get to them). no alt universes. maybe one day.
now on to the costumes
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Hush Jason. Maybe not technically Red Hood but like. c'mon. close enough
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i'm giving the rating 6/10
I know the trench coat was probably more for mr. hush himself, but i enjoy it. i'm also a filthy pouch lover so they do get points. also in red! cute. the boots are also neat. the negatives are that ugly robin dress/tunic thing. kinda silly. still it was good for giving bruce a spook.
2. the classic. the og. red hood utrh version!
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9/10, easy. the casual outfit paired with the sleek red helmet. *mwuah* wonderful! nothing bad to say. it's recognizable. comfortable. stylish. great job all around
3. titans tower. ah.
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-10/10. i would give props for running around in the scalies BUT THE UGLY ASS YELLOW TIGHTS. disgusting. bare his legs to the world you cowards. i'm mad. this could get at least 7/10 for sheer moxy if it weren't for those hideous target brand pantyhose
4. brothers in blood.
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he's literally just copying dick, but being unhinged as hell about it.
5.5/10. he looks good. who doesn't in nightwing's fit? though he is copying, he does get points for obsessive weirdness of it all.
bonus?
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???/10 i don't know how i feel. i've never known how i feel about this.
5. final crisis
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i think he had a helmet in this arc and it broke but dont quote me!!!! pay me to read final crisis again if you have an issue.
he spends most of his time in jeans + leather jacket + just the domino
this is probably the most boring but i give it a 10/10 my boring ass loves it. no dressups just a guy in a shitty little mask. clapping. bravo. there's something ~thematic~ bout it
6. final crisis pt 2
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1/10 i hate the red robin suit i hate it i hate it. we finally got tim out of the damn thing even though it came at too high a cost (he's trapped in robin purgatory). it does look okay in wfa, but usually in dc reg comics it looks like ass.
regardless jason looks bad in it too. very sweet of murdery bruce to give it to him but ugh. at least could've given him some ears on that mask. then it couldve been bumped a point
7. batman
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the first time jason decided to wear a muzzle. hm.
6/10. there's nothing wrong with it. it's just a bit generically 'what would gun batman look like'. the face part is my favorite, with the weird grater muzzle, pointy ears, and red glowing eyes. it's fun
8. batman&robin
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i need to get my first thought out. the little symbol on his chest reminds me of homestuck. i can't really unsee it. i know like theres no connection. but it looks like it could belong on a homestuck human
anyway. 3.5/10. he was willing to try something totally new, so i'm giving points. i enjoy the white. is the red hood goofy af? yes. yes it is. iconic, though? sometimes the upper black part is drawn lower, i've noticed. it doesn't change much for me.
i like the thigh highs going on here. the red guns are sexy!. he looks bad but there are good things here!!!
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there is this version, which ditches the thigh highs, gives back the classic helmet, removes the cape for a jacket, and adds belts.
6/10 i think it fixes a lot about the prev costume, though it's really just like they threw utrh's costume and his previous batman&robin costume in the blender lmfao
wow flashpoint. father todd is not a red hood, so we progress.
9. nu52
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an update on the og look. i do like the contrasting brown jacket, the prominant thigh straps. sometimes his helmet is drawn suctioned to his face so -2 for any of that cause it's so weird
8/10 not a bad update to the classic.
10. red hood/arsenal
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i dont remember when he changed into this actually. in my head it's rh/a but i could be wrong.
i see no one talking about this abomination. his new fit? yah. this one? no?
4/10 the bottom of this is fine. i HATE the jacket. sorry it's just. ugly. his arm bands are also clunky. the matching between arsenal and red hood is nice though. so it didnt get too low. roy pulls it off better :(
11. wingman
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hm. i didnt read this. this makes me not want too akdsfhsl
0/10. ugly. looks like a villain in some scifi thing in the 90s. like power rangers. sentai villain looking ass. boring grey, ugly lines and shapes, the goofiest helmet on earth......
ig willis is burdened with this curse now
12. 3 jokers (dubiously canon. i dont consider it so but since dc left it in the air we add it)
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he has a helmet for a bit. this one is interesting bc i could actually see it as a futhering of his costume had he lived. sans helmet ofc. it's hard bc i don't not like this, i just feel it doesnt fit his aesthetic in the present day. 5/10. if jason had lived and not become red hood id rank it higher but then we wouldnt be here, would we?
13. batman's gift
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i debated putting this, but it's different enough from the nu52 vers
very fun. body armor all over. i like the red arm guards here unlike w/ the prev one that had these (less bulky ?). i like the leg stripes.
it doesn't really do much to change his look, but there are differences
7/10
14. task force z
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it's like the above but more just body-armored. really all he's done is remove the jacket and get shoulder pads. 6/10. the negative point is for the lost jacket :(
bonus
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7/10 i did say if he ditched the tights i'd rank it higher (twas all a dream through lmao)
15. current
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controversial of me, but i think. i think it's fine.
now i do agree his little hoodie is.........well it's not that great. my least favorite part tbh.
the new brown pants nicely contrast, though i have seen this costume with grey pants too?
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here we are. The red bandages are fun, i think if they were white i'd hate 'em but the red is interesting. i also like when bits of them are sticking out. idk. cute detail.
i like the muzzle mask as well. that with the hood has given us delightful in shadow!jason where only his eyes glow out. i also like when artists put his white hair tuft out. adorable. probably not what he's going for but that's what the creature no face look is for
really the hoodie is the one thing i'm ??? on. it looks silly in a bad way. there are ways to keep a red hood while giving a better jacket/vest. future state's was much nicer.
7.5/10
this wasn't in the ratings but i do prefer any weapon beyond the crowbar sigh. it starts showing up through a lot of them so i decided to just not do anything about the score.
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xoxoladyaz · 1 year ago
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AU-gust, Day 5: Pet Sitting
“Nope, no way. Absolutely not.”
Six sets of puppy-dog eyes stared back at her. Lucas, the ham, even pretended to start whimpering.
“Stevie, please,” Dustin whined, “Eddie needs a safe place to stay.”
She stared at Dustin for a few seconds before glancing down at the shoebox in Dustin’s hands. Inside the shoebox surrounded by a few of Claudia’s oldest and fuzziest kitchen towels stood a bat, a small black bat with big black eyes that looked almost just as pathetic as the rest of the kids.
(Almost.)
“I’ve done this song and dance with you before, Henderson, and I told you when you got rid of the alien lizard - ”
“D’artagnan was a cryptid, Stevie!”
“ – alien lizard that I wasn’t going to help you keep playing monster vet. I still haven’t recovered from seeing Mews’ corpse!”
“Mews was my cat and I’m fine! Besides, Eddie’s just a normal bat!”
“Dustin, he has a full head of hair!”
Stevie and Dustin stared at each other before looking back down at the bat (Eddie). Who was running his little claws through his hair and preening. (Stevie could have sworn that he winked at her, but she wasn’t crazy; it was definitely just a trick of the light.)
Dustin’s face started to flush like he was going to argue with her but El (sweet, precious El) cut him off before he could really get going. “Stevie’s right. He is not normal,” El said, stepping forward to run her fingers against Eddie’s head. Eddie rubbed up against her fingers and chirped. 
“See, I knew it - ”
“But he is a friend,” El said and fuck, the full force of El-most-likely-a-changeling-Hopper’s big brown eyes was something Stevie would probably never learn to resist. “And he needs someone to care for him while he gets better.”
“Better? What do you mean, better?”
“Bad man,” El replied matter-of-factly and, well, shit. She didn’t need to say much more than that.
Stevie sighed and turned her attention back towards the “bat” in question. “How long?”
/////
Just a few weeks, maybe a month or two, Dustin had said. “I would have kept him myself but Mom was worried that he’d eat Tews – ”
(“Oh, and you don’t care if I get eaten?” Stevie had replied. Dustin had just rolled his eyes and ignored her.) 
So yeah, two months tops, just until Eddie was “healed” or what not. (He didn’t have any visible injuries that Stevie could see but then again, she was just a cosmetologist, what the fuck did she know about bat anatomy?) Until then, Stevie was going to have a tiny flying roommate who apparently “only likes to listen to metal music, so I’ve brought a few tapes and oh! He loves fantasy so you’ll have to read him this as a bedtime story,” at which point Dustin handed her The Lord of the Rings, “and he gets lonely at night so don’t lock him out, he likes to cuddle, and he should be able to fit in your jacket pocket when you go to work during the day - ”
“No, nope, no way, none of that is happening,” Stevie argued and she really had been planning on sticking to that – no metal music, no bedtime stories, no cuddles, and definitely no work trips, no way, no how.
(She’d folded by hour two of Eddie’s stay at Casa de Harrington.)
/////
“You get this is weird, right?”
“Hmm?” Stevie was cutting apart some strawberries to blend with whatever “protein drink” Dustin kept dropping off at her house. “What’s weird?” She turned to look at Robin, who was watching Eddie shimmy up and down the dining room table to “Rock Me Like a Hurricane.”
“Stevie. This is not normal bat behavior.”
“So? It’s normal Eddie behavior,” Stevie shrugged. She tossed the berries into the blender and, once it was a fine red concoction, put it in a little cup with a little straw and walked over the table. Eddie slid his way across the polished wood and wiggled when he saw her, chittering happily before going to town on his fruit smoothie.
“Yeah, well, this isn’t also normal Stevie behavior!” Robin threw her hands up in the air. “You’re letting a wild animal sleep with you in your bed!”
(She’d tried to encourage Eddie to stay in the guest room that first night all those weeks ago but she’d barely laid in bed for all of two minutes before a dark shape flew through the dark and landed on her chest. She’d screamed and leapt out of the bed but Eddie had somehow managed to grip his claws into her shirt and no amount of arguing with him was able to get him to let go. 
“Fine,” she’d finally growled, “but if I roll over and squish you, it’s not my fault.” 
When she’d finally woken up the next morning, she was still lying on her back and Eddie was still nestled onto her chest. They’d been going to sleep every night that way ever since.)
“Hey,” Stevie replied defensively, “he’s not a wild animal, he’s totally tame.”
“Uh huh,” Robin replied queasily, watching as Eddie happily slurped up his smoothie. “Just because you play dress-up with him doesn’t mean he’s tame, Stevie.”
The tiny vest was from El and Will, something about how Eddie looked “wrong” without it (whatever that meant. Stevie had to admit it did look really cute on him.)
“He looks adorable, Robin!”
“He’s totally taken over your life,” Robin shot back dramatically. “He goes shopping with you, you take him to work – Stevie, he sits with you when you take bubble baths, for Pete’s sake!”
(Hey, Eddie was a gentleman, he always waited until she was covered by bubbles until coming in and sitting on the little nest of towels she’d made for him on the set of drawers by the bathtub and okay, maybe Robin had a point here.)
“And that’s not to mention that I’ve been trying to get you to read a book for literal years now and this bat shows up and suddenly you’re reading Tolkien to him every night?”
“It’s actually a good book, Robin,” Stevie said defensively.
“I know that, Stevie, I just can’t believe that you’re not seeing this! Like, there are so many red flags! He’s literally drinking blood right now!”
Stevie huffed and leaned over the table, like she was physically covering Eddie from Robin’s criticism. “It’s rude to judge somebody else’s eating habits, Robin. Or did you forget our conversation last month when you tried to go vegetarian?”
“That’s different and you know it!” Robin exclaimed. 
Eddie, because he was a little drama king, took the last sip of his smoothie while making eye contact with Robin before letting out an exaggeratedly content sigh. 
“See?!”
Stevie rolled her eyes and set her hand down. Eddie scurried onto her palm, letting out a series of happy chirps. She lifted him up and set him on her shoulder where he waddled to her cheek and pressed his little face against it, like he was giving her a little kiss. “You’re being overdramatic, Robin.”
“Fine, whatever, just don’t come crying to me when he makes you his eternal vampire bride or whatever,” Robin huffed before getting up and stalking out of the kitchen.
“He’s just a bat!” Stevie called after her. Robin responded by slamming the front door after he on the way out. 
Sighing, Stevie turned to look at Eddie, who was currently making a home for himself in her curls. “You are just a bat, right?”
Eddie turned and shot her a wink before wrapping his little body in one of her ringlets.
“Yeah, that’s probably fine.”
/////
One of the best parts of having Eddie around actually was nighttime. She hadn’t gotten so many nights of uninterrupted sleep in years. He was like some sort of nightmare repellent or something; in fact, the only dreams she’d had recently were of a shrouded figure with long dark hair and a sexy laugh and teasing cool hands and other things – 
And when she woke up a month and a half into Eddie’s residency in her home, she probably should have been more shocked at the fact that her bat had turned into a very pale, very sexy and very naked man with long dark hair and cool skin and – 
“God, Robin’s never going to let me live this down,” Stevie murmured as the man stirred above her. He opened his eyes and yep, yeah, those were her bat’s eyes. 
Eddie’s grin grew sharp as he pressed her further into her bed. “I’m sure I can find some way to make up for it,” he said as he drew close enough to kiss her. 
“How do you feel about a Halloween wedding?”
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awkwardtickleetoo · 1 year ago
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Lee!George Week Day 6 - Intense Tickles
well. this has taken way too long
I'm sorry it took like 8 years to get this out, but I'm hoping that it being literally 12k words will maybe make up for it a little??? thanks everyone for being patient, I hope you guys still like this <3 and day 7 will be out shortly!! for real this time lmao
this is still part of the lee!george week event that mush put together!! you can find the prompts here, and if you want to participate make sure to use the tag "mushie's lee!george week" when you post <3
WARNINGS: feet nibbles!! I can't sugar coat it, dream fully nibbles on george's feet/toes!! there's nothing weird or nsfw about it, but I know a lot of people really do not like that kind of stuff, so this is your warning, if you don't like mouth tickles and/or feet tickles, they are both featured in this PRETTY heavily, so either skip this one or proceed with caution <3
this entire fic is pretty nibble-centric, so if mouth tickles are where your issue lies, I'd say skip this one, BUT if it's just the feet tickles/feet nibbles that bother you, I'm gonna highlight the last word before it and the first word after it in green so you can skip just that section if needed!!
thank you guys for being understanding <3
lee!george, ler!dream, ~12k words
enjoy!
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Dream, Sapnap, and George had arrived back home in Orlando the previous day from their two and a half week long trip, which was split between North Carolina for George and Sapnap and then Los Angeles for all three of them. The plane landed on smooth pavement at 6pm on Monday evening, and the three went out to dinner and then headed home to finally get some well deserved rest and relaxation. They had all piled into the reclining chairs in the movie room, sharing the biggest blanket they owned in the house and watching a few hours worth of movies and TV shows, before finally heading up to their own respective rooms for the night. They planned to take the next day or two as well to get back on their Orlando schedule, since they wouldn't be traveling again for a while.
Fortunately for Dream, and unfortunately for George, this meant there was plenty of time for Dream to enact a very evil plan that he had been forming in his mind since he dropped the other two off at the airport to head to Karl's house. And Dream was not going to wait any longer to do so.
He'd prepared everything he needed to complete this task the night before, not wanting to waste any time or risk any complications the next day when he put it into action, so everything was completely ready to go when he left his room and left the door barely cracked behind him. He padded his socked feet across the floor with a subtle pep in his step, trying to stay as calm and collected as possible so he wouldn't risk revealing his plans too early. He planned to go up the stairs and head to George's room, hoping to find him there and make sure he wasn't still asleep, but he was redirected when he heard noise in the kitchen, switching to follow the sound instead to see who it was.
To his luck, it was George, nearly finished blending a smoothie at the counter with his back facing Dream. This, Dream decided, was the absolute perfect time to get moving.
"George?" He called softly as the whirring of the blender slowed to a stop, tapping his knuckle against the wall three times to alert George of his presence. The elder startled a little, whipping his head over to look at Dream, before a wide smile spread across his face. Dream couldn't help but smile as well. "Hey!"
"Hi," George responded, turning his attention back to the blender as he took it off the stand and began pouring it into a glass. Dream slowly walked over to him, gently bumping George's hip with his when he made it there and making them both giggle. George did it back, and they both giggled harder, and George shook his head fondly at the actions.
"Whatcha makin'?" Dream asked, rocking back and forth on his feet.
"Smoothie. It's got, uh…" George paused, picking up the bag of frozen fruit and reading the list on the front. "Strawberries, pineapple, mango, and peaches in it. I usually make it with bananas but we don't have any so I used these instead… you wanna try?"
"Sure!" Dream agreed, nodding happily. To George's credit, his smoothies were always fantastic, perfectly blended and perfectly balanced in flavor. George took out another glass and poured Dream some of the smoothie mix, about halfway full just in case he didn't want to finish it, and he then grabbed a cup with a straw and lid that he'd set to the side and poured the remaining amount into it before putting it into the fridge. He stepped back over to where he was standing next to Dream, pressing into Dream's side as he picked up his phone, and Dream looked over George's shoulder as he sipped the smoothie to see him texting Sapnap that 'hey idiot there's extra smoothie in a cup in the fridge for you if you want it' before placing his phone back down on the counter, leaving it open on the text. 
"So?" George asked as he went to take a sip of his own smoothie, looking up at Dream and waiting for a response.
"It's really good! I like that you can taste the mango in it."
"Me too. I'm shocked I even got to use it, since all you ever do is eat the mango out of every package we buy."
"Ha, ha. Very funny. That's why we buy extra mango, you little idiot." Both boys smiled as they bickered, the jabs clearly playful, and Dream glanced over at the dirty blender before pointing at it. "Want me to wash that for you?" 
"Uh– yeah, sure, thanks," George nodded a bit as he spoke, smiling up at Dream in appreciation. Dream grabbed the blender, catching a glimpse of George's phone again and seeing that Sapnap had replied with two messages, saying 'no ew fuck you' and then 'thanks kitten <3' immediately after. He watched George type out 'i hate you' and then 'ur welcome stupid' and then turn off his phone and slip it back in his pocket, and he finally went to rinse out the blender. Dream finished washing it, rinsing the soap out and placing it upside down on the drain board to dry, just in time to turn around and see George about halfway finished with his drink. Dream grabbed his own empty glass, washing that out as well, just in time to reach out his hand and offer to take George's now empty glass too. George smiled at him again, letting out a small giggle this time at the way he was completely correctly predicted, and Dream finally finished the dishes and dried his hands.
It was now or never, he supposed.
"Hey, George?" He started off, leaning back against the counter the same way George was and placing his hand on top of it, behind George's back. His thumb was within reach of the back of George's t-shirt, so he slid it forward, curling his pointer finger around the edge of the counter and trailing the tip of his thumb against George's spine.
"Hey, Dream?" George mimicked Dream's tone, turning his head to look up at him.
"Do you remember what I told you right before you and Sapnap left?" George furrowed his eyebrows in thought, pressing his lips into a line and tilting his head to the side. "Like, right as I dropped you guys off at the airport, when I called you back to the car?"
"Um…" George said, before his eyes widened and he looked at Dream in shock. "Oh…"
Bingo.
"Aw, good! You do remember," Dream said with a smile, significantly more sinister than the fond one he'd been sporting the whole time. He slid his hand forward on the counter when he noticed George take a step back, leaning down to be closer to George's face and lowering his voice. "I think it's time I show you what I have in mind, don't you agree?"
"Drehe– Dreheheam I– I don't think that's nehecessary–" George stuttered, already letting out nervous giggles. He felt the heat rise to his face, positive that Dream could see the pink tint rising with it, but he still attempted to keep his cool. He stepped back again, then once more, then tried to take a third, but he was stopped by Dream's hand on his waist, pulling him close and tight into his chest. He gasped at the pull and leaned backwards, placing one hand against Dream's stomach to keep their distance and flicking his head down for a second to look at the grip Dream had on him before looking back up at him with wide eyes. "Dream, c'mohon. Don't."
"I want to, though, is the crazy thing," Dream said, squinting his eyes in a way that was just so Dream that it made George's heart flutter and made his giggles lighten up a bit more.
"Dream, no, we can't, I can't, I'm–" George tried to bargain, pushing Dream away and moving to take another step back.
Suddenly, Dream took his hand off George's waist and crouched slightly, wrapping his arms around George's thighs and lifting him off the ground, throwing him halfway over his shoulder and walking towards his own bedroom before George got the chance to even process what had happened. 
"DREAM!" George yelled, entirely caught off guard, squirming and kicking in Dream's arms and pushing at his shoulder to try to get away. "LET GO, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! PUT ME DOWN!"
"No can do, Georgie," Dream said, adjusting his grip and hoisting George up further when he began sliding down, making George squeak and grip onto Dream's shoulder harder. He went still for a second, regaining his balance so he could be sure he wouldn't fall and hurt himself if Dream did suddenly let go or drop him, before placing his free hand on the back of Dream's head for stability and moving the one that one on his shoulder up to cover his mouth. "My mind's been made up for two weeks. You can't stop me."
"Dreheheam, this– oh my gohohod–" George still let out his nervous giggles, butterflies erupting in his tummy as he thought more and more about what Dream might have planned for him. He dropped his hand from over his mouth to squeeze Dream's shoulder again, as they rounded a corner that made him sway a little too far to the side for his comfort. 
They finally made it to Dream's room, and George expected to be taken over to Dream's bed, but instead Dream walked past the bedroom door and into his office next to his bedroom instead. George laughed nervously as he was brought into the room, twisting and turning in Dream's arms to check his surroundings for anything suspicious. 
"Whyhyhy– why in here? Why– why nohot one of, like… our nor– normal beheheds?" George asked, obviously confused on top of his fluttery nervousness. Dream slid him down in his arms, barely a foot just to get closer to his face, making George squeak and grab onto both Dream's shoulders for stability as he slid. He was still unable to touch the ground, even when he looked down and stretched his foot as far as it would go, and the material of his t-shirt had caught between them, making George even more nervous as the bare skin on the now exposed strip of his stomach pressed against Dream's shirt as well. George couldn't stop giggling, the butterflies in his tummy threatening to explode out any minute, but he still looked at Dream and caught his eye when he noticed him staring at him.
"Why in here?" Dream repeated, earning a confused nod from George. Dream pushed the office door closed with his foot, smirking menacingly at George as he reached over to the knob, and George breathed anxiously at the sound of the lock clicking. "Because it's soundproof."
"Wh– DREAM?!" George yelped out in shock when Dream suddenly lunged forward and threw him onto the small bed against the wall of his office. He bounced on the soft mattress when he landed, taking barely a second to comprehend what had happened before he was trying to sit up and crawl off the bed, but Dream was even faster than him, jumping on the bed at the same time and immediately straddling George's thighs. "NO, NO! GET AWAY, GET OFF!" George shouted, sitting up and pushing at Dream's knees to try to get him away, then at his chest and shoulders, then against the mattress to try and push himself off as well, before Dream stopped him.
"Nope," He said simply, pressing one palm flat to George's chest and pushing him down against the bed. George fought him the whole way down, pushing against him and squirming and screaming and protesting, but it was no use. 
"DREAM, JUST– STOP!" George attempted one final time, as his elbows finally gave out and he was forced the rest of the way down, laying flat against the narrow bed, barely 30 seconds after he had been haphazardly tossed on top of it like an extra throw blanket. He breathed heavily, nerves bubbling up in his stomach, the rapid rise and fall of his chest barely even affecting Dreams's hand. "Dream. This is stupid."
"Relax. You're being a baby." 
"I'M– WHAT?!" George exclaimed, in complete disbelief at the accusation. He knew Dream had only said it to get a rise out of him, and embarrassingly, it worked like a charm. "DO YOU NOT HEAR YOURSELF?!"
"Oh c'mon, George, all I'm gonna do is tickle you until you cry, it's not that crazy," Dream explained casually, barely giving George time to react when he suddenly grabbed his wrists. George gasped and flinched away, pulling his arms away and holding them to his chest.
"WH– THAT– WHAT? YOU'RE– ARE YOU INSANE?" George sputtered, unable to form a proper sentence at first as the weight of Dream's words flooded over his body.
"Yes. Now give me your wrists," Dream said simply, holding out his hands and making subtle grabby hands at George's arms. When George didn't hand them over, he reached out and grabbed his wrists again, smiling menacingly as George struggled to pull them away again.
"NO?! Fuck off, Dream, no, Dream, NO!" George squealed, sliding his arms out of Dream's grip again. Dream simply grabbed him once again, holding tighter, until he decided to play into the fight and let George slip away so he could just grab him more. They continued their game of cat and mouse for quite a bit longer, with Dream laughing and giggling happily and George screaming and fighting for his life the whole time. "I'M NOT– STOP! LET GO, STOP IT!"
"Shhhh, relax, Georgie. Just relax." Dream soothed, finally deciding to put a stop to George's fighting and firmly grip his wrists, holding them up in the air above his face so he could see that Dream was serious this time. George gasped, letting out a small sound from the back of his throat when he tried to pull again and was truly unsuccessful. "Relax. Okay? You know I won't actually do anything bad, you're gonna be fine."
"Dre‐Dreheam– dohon't…" The smaller boy whimpered, shaking his head. Dream just giggled again, pulling his wrists upwards and placing a small kiss on each of them to comfort him. "Oh, Dreheheheam…" George whined bashfully, closing his eyes and turning his head to rest his cheek on the soft pillow behind his head.
"It's okay, sweet boy," Dream spoke quietly, dropping George's right wrist and tugging his left up to the corner of the bed. George's breath caught in his throat the second he felt his wrist being pressed flat against the top of the mattress, and he whipped his head around to stare wide-eyed at what Dream was doing. His squirming and pulling started up again the second he saw Dream pulling the cuff up from behind the bed and wrapping it around his wrist.
"NO– oh my god, Dream, don't, do NOT, don't do it, please, NO, DREAM–" George turned his body to the side, using his free hand to push as hard as he could at Dream's hands, trying desperately to get him away from his wrist. He heard the first clasp of the cuffs clink, followed by the second, and then Dream leaned back and left his wrist alone. He tried to pull on it, reaching up with his other hand to try to undo it himself, whining and whimpering when nothing worked. He yanked his arm as much as he could manage, biting back more nervous laughter when Dream then took hold of his other wrist, repeating his earlier actions and pulling it up to the opposite corner. "Dream, STOP!"
"Stop whining," Dream reprimanded, pulling up the second cuff and tightening it around George's wrist. He secured both clasps, twisting the material so it didn't irritate George at all, and then he backed off for a few seconds to give George some space. The elder, against Dream's words, kept whining, tugging at his wrists and letting his head fall back and his eyes squeeze shut when he realized he couldn't escape. Dream let him calm himself down for a few moments, before gently brushing his fingers through George's hair and resting the other hand on his hip, palm first so he knew the touch wasn't cruel just yet. "Hey, baby. Can you look at me for a second? Just a second. Then you can hide all you want." George whined, squeezing his eyes tighter before blinking them open and looking nervously up at Dream. As soon as their eyes met, George's shoulders relaxed, he stopped pulling at his arms, and he let out a soft breath. "There's my kitten, hi angel. You doing okay?" 
"Mhm, yeah," George responded, voice soft and slightly shaky already from all the yelling and heavy breathing he'd been doing that tired him out. Dream smiled down at him.
"Good." Dream reached his fingers up to mess with the cuffs, slipping his pointer finger into the tops of both of them as he continued. "These feel okay too? Not too tight, not too loose? They're alright when you pull on them?"
"Yeah, they're– they're good. They're okay." George pulled lightly on them a couple times for demonstration, nodding. Dream's smile widened, showing his canines and scrunching up the corners of his eyes.
"Perfect. If at any point you need to stop, like completely, a hard stop, you yell red, okay? Does that work for you?"
"Mhm, red. That's perfect," George said with a nod. 
"And if I wanna check in and everything is okay to keep going. you say green?"
"Green. Got it."
"And if you need a pause, just to catch your breath for a minute or two but not a completely hard stop, yell pause. I know we usually use yellow, because the light system makes the most sense, but I wanna give you all one syllable words in case it's difficult to get out. Does that sound good? Red, pause, and green?"
"Red, pause, and green. That's perfect, Dream." They both smiled, letting out soft giggles as Dream nodded this time. 
"Okay, great! Good… Really good," Dream mused, mostly to himself, patting George's side and then resting his palms flat on George's tummy. He tapped his fingers against George's tummy, through the material of his t-shirt, giggling as George sucked in his tummy and whined nervously, letting out a barely audible 'oh god' as he did so. "You ready, Georgie?"
"I dohon't– I don't really have much of a choice."
"Oh… yeah, I guess not, huh?" Dream said with a small chuckle, making George shake his head fondly.
"You're such an idiot, Dream."
"I know," Dream agreed, and then suddenly dug his fingers into George's upper ribs, where they started just below his underarms. George bursted into loud laughter, caught off guard by the quick movement, and he tensed his entire body at the feeling.
"FUCK– DREHEHEHEAM!" George squealed between his cackling laughter, throwing his head back against the pillow and squeezing his eyes shut. He shook his head, yanking at his arms to no avail. Dream pulled his fingers back slightly, this time rubbing slow circles into his ribs and the space in between. "Oh my GOHOHOHOD, Dreheheheam!"
"What's wrong, Georgie?" Dream asked smugly, tilting his head to the side in fake confusion.
"Ihihihit– it tihi– aha!"
"What was that? Sorry, you kinda cut yourself off a little, it what?" 
"Ihihit tihihihi– nahaha–!"
"Oh, it tickles? Well yeah, baby boy, I would sure hope so!" Dream continued to pretend to be concerned, and he reached behind him to grab one of George's ankles, slipping his right leg out from underneath him and holding his foot up in the air.
"Fuhuhuck yohohou!" George said, and then gasped and yanked at his bound arms as he realized what Dream was doing. "NO! No, no, nonono, don't, whatever you're gonna do don't do it, NO– NOHO, DREHEHEAM!" He was lost to hysterical laughter almost instantly, as soon as Dream began scratching over the sole of his socked foot with two fingers. He twisted and turned and pulled at his leg as much as he could manage, shaking his head wildly before letting it fall against the pillow underneath him. "Dreheheheam, plehehehease!"
"Oh, c'mon, Georgie. This is nothing, you've handled way worse than this," Dream encouraged in his own backwards way. "You will handle way worse than this." 
"Dohon't sahahay thahahat, oh my gohohohod–" George complained. Dream didn't respond, instead sliding his thumb into the top of George's sock and pulling it down his ankle, slipping it over his heel, still swiping his fingers up and down his sole in between movements. George gasped and pulled at his foot again, twisting and yanking a lot more frantically now, knowing exactly what was coming next. "NOHOHO, Dreheam, don't, dohohon't, don't you DAHAHAHARE– LET GOHOHO–"
"Jesus Christ, George, just– oh my god, stop KICKING– oh, you're being– you're so ridiculous, just–! STOP!" Dream fought with George's kicking leg the entire time, trying to find a way to keep him still enough to properly tickle him without risking a kick to the face. He pushed himself forward on George's other leg, wrapping his leg around the thigh that was held up in front of him to keep his leg in place at the top first, earning a squeal from the elder once he realized it was actually working. Then, he grabbed the toe of George's sock and slid it the rest of the way off, dropping it on the floor next to the bed before harshly grabbing George's big toe and holding him in place with one hand there and one hand cupped over his heel.
"Oh shit, oh gohod, Dreheheam–" George tried to plead, heart racing in his chest once he realized he was really, fully stuck in that position. Dream's hold was working, and they both knew that.
"God damn, now I can't even, like… how am I supposed to tickle you if it takes cuffs and every fucking limb just to keep you in place, like, do I just have to…" Dream mused, mostly to himself, but smiling at the whimper it got from George as an idea popped into his head. 
He tilted his head to the side and smiled wider, looking up at George and baring his canine teeth as he did so.
Then, he leaned in, and experimentally nibbled the side of George's incredibly sensitive foot.
George reacted immediately, squealing and trying desperately to pull his foot away, his entire leg flinching in Dream's hold. He scrunched up his nose and squeezed his eyes shut, pulling at his arms again.
Dream repeated the action, going further and leaving a few nibbles this time, and George bursted out laughing as soon as he did so.
"DREHEHEAM, WHAHAHA– whahahat the FUHUHUCK, DREHEAM!" George protested, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion at how the fuck Dream had an idea like this. "Wh–whahaha– WHY?! S-STOHOP IHIHIT! Whahahat the FUCK?!"
"Listen, okay!" Dream began defensively. "I couldn't tickle you with both hands occupied holding one of your stupid little squirmy feet in place, okay? So I had to think quickly, and this seemed like the best solution, so… deal with it," Dream finished, and immediately dove back in to deliver more devious nibbles. George flinched and squealed again, squirming the rest of his body as much as he could manage to get his energy out.
"Thihihis ihis fuhucking weheheheird, Dream, stohop!"
"You keep saying stop but you're not seriously telling me to stop. You know exactly what you have to say to let me know you need to stop."
"This is STUHUHUPID, Dreheham, gehet OFF MEHEHEHE!"
"Georgie, what's your color?" Dream asked, rubbing his thumb gently over where it was gripping the side of his heel. George went quiet for a second, whimpering and sighing in defeat before mumbling something incoherent. "What, George?"
"I sahaid greheen, idiot."
"Good boy. That's what I thought." Dream immediately resumed his nibbles, this time moving them up and down the inside of George's foot from the ball to right above his heel.
"Oh, FUHUHUCK– Jesus CHRIHIHIST, DREHEAM–" George screamed out through his laughter, trying desperately to get Dream away from his foot, but nothing was working. "Yohohou are soho WEHEIRD!"
"Oh, am I?" Dream asked between nibbles, moving to the other side of the same foot, the outside this time, to see if it would get him any different reactions 
"FUCK– YEHEHES! Yohohou're a fuhuckihing WEHEIRDO– GEHET YOUR STUHUHUPID MOHOUTH AWAY FROM MEHEHE, yohohou FREHEAK"
"Wow, weirdo and freak, huh? You really think that little of me, sweetheart?" Dream asked, exaggerating his sad facial expression when he caught George's eye. George immediately dropped his head back down to avoid looking at him for too long, knowing it would only make him giggle more, and groaned in frustration. He pulled at his arms again, yanking on them so hard Dream thought he might hurt himself, before trying the same with his legs with the same amount of success. He groaned again, falling off into a whine as the knowledge of how trapped he was kept circling around his head.
"Yehehes!"
"Yes?"
"Mhm."
"You really wanna stick with calling me a freak?" Dream smiled when he didn't get an immediate answer, having to bite his lip to stop himself from giggling at George's hesitation. 
"…Mhm."
"Hmm… okay then! If I'm a freak, I might as well embrace it just to make you miserable for a while," Dream said, smile still evident in his voice, as he moved his hand to hold around the middle of George's foot, nibbling suddenly on his toes. George absolutely screeched, before falling into helpless, squeaky laughter, shaking his head and pulling his leg as much as he possibly could.
"NAHAHAHA, DREHEHEAM!" George yelled, arching his back and crashing back down, squirming wildly against the blankets below him, desperate for some kind of help. "STOHOP, PLEHEHE–AH! PLEHEHEASE!" George squealed when Dream caught his third toe with his canine tooth, curling his toes to try and get away from the sensation. In retaliation, Dream forced his fingers underneath George's scrunched toes and scratched at the skin there– knowing that was one of George's most sensitive spots in that area, if not the most sensitive– and moved his other hand down to the back of his ankle so he could nibble at his heel as well. George squeaked, quite adorably, before bursting into broken laughter again, gasping for air whenever he could, and trying to kick his leg again. He had gotten so used to being held in place and having his kicks be pointless that he didn't expect much of it, and he was incredibly shocked when his foot actually moved forward this time.
Dream did not appreciate the movement like he did.
"Did you just kick me?" Dream asked in disbelief, and George was already shaking his head before he even finished.
"NO! No, nononono, I didn't, I promise I didn't, I didn't mean to, I-I didn't– I didn't think– you were holding and I thought– I thought it wouldn't–"
"You kicked me!"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Dream, I'm really sorry, please, please don't do anything, please–"
"Y'know… I think your other foot could use some attention too, don't you?" Dream said as he pulled George's other leg out from underneath him. George protested instantly, but Dream just continued pulling it out, propping it up, and began tugging off his sock. He moved slightly, pulling his other leg back from where it was still wrapped around George's thigh to mirror the position with his new target.
"NO, DON'T– Dream, don't, Dream, please, you can't do this, I can't take it, please," George pleaded, tugging at his arms and staring up at them helplessly when he barely moved the cuffs an inch.
"You know what to say if you can't take it, baby boy," Dream responded casually, tossing George's sock onto the floor to join the other. He wrapped one hand around George's ankle and the other around the top of his foot, leaning in and nibbling the inside of it just the same as he had done to the other one.
George was lost in hysterical laughter immediately. 
"NOHOHO, Dreheheam, plehehehease!" He begged, twisting his foot however he could, using his now free leg to kick at Dream's thighs and stomach and arms to try to get him away. "STOHOHOP, DREHEAM, DOHOHON'T!"
"Kick me one more time and I'll tie your ankles and toes together and stay here the whole time. And I won't stop until you safeword," Dream threatened sternly, but his tone stayed casual, and George squeaked and immediately pulled his leg back, gently resting his foot on Dream's knee instead. "That got through to you?"
"Mhm," George whimpered, biting his lip and nodding.
"Good." Dream smiled, giggling to himself at George's tense body language. "Aww, sweet angel, I wouldn't be so cruel to you if you didn't deserve it. Take a breath, okay? You're alright," He soothed gently, patting George's foot and placing a soft kiss to his ankle. George nodded, and he did take a much needed breath, whining at the gentleness of the kiss compared to how fucking evil Dream was being to him. His reprieve was cut short, however, when Dream nibbled on his ankle lightly, making him squeal and let out a few tiny giggles again. Dream nibbled up his leg more, up the side of his calf, letting out little growls as he did so and giggling himself as George let out more confused protests at his actions.
"Whahaha–!" George giggled out, nose scrunched again and head thrown back. "Yohohou're soho WEHEIRD, oh my gohohod…" George complained, seemingly bashful, face burning bright red as he squirmed his hips slightly, sliding his heel against the bed and twisting his leg in Dream's hold.
"You're the one letting me tickle the life out of you though, aren't you?" Dream replied smugly, chuckling as George whined openly and squeezed his eyes shut. "Yeah, exactly. So you let me worry about how weird I am, okay, sweetheart?" Dream concluded, sliding his hands up George's leg. He wrapped one arm around his calf to keep it in place, letting the other hand come up to scratch behind his knee and returning to his nibbling, now hitting his inner thigh right above his knee. George gasped and squealed, whimpering as he tried desperately to hold in his laughter, his leg shaking in Dream's hold and his thigh tensing every time Dream's teeth grazed his skin. "Oh, c'mon, George, you can't hold back on me now." 
"Sh-shut uhuhup–"
"Come on, you know you wanna laugh," Dream teased, blowing a tiny raspberry right on the inner thigh spot he'd been nibbling and cheering when it caused George to flinch and burst into laughter. "Yes! There we go, that wasn't so hard, was it, my kitten?"
"Whaha– yohohou nehever sahay kitten?!" George asked, in genuine confusion at where the sudden use of that name came from.
"I feel like it's appropriate for today. I'm taking it from Karl and Sapnap," Dream explained, before getting an evil idea, saying it before he could stop himself. He continued scratching behind George's knee the whole time, keeping him giggling, but not too much that he couldn't respond. "You're my kitten today."
"Oh gohohod– juhuhust… shuhut uhup!"
"Shut up? Okay! I'll just go back to nibbling!" Dream said, leaning back in and nibbling on George's inner thigh again before he could protest. George flinched and squealed, yanking his leg away, and Dream just grabbed both his thighs right above his knees and squeezed rapidly. George yelped again, pulling his legs in as much as he could, but Dream just followed him as he curled up anyway. He tried to kick his legs out, but it proved to go even worse when that only made it significantly easier for Dream to push his knees down against the bed, continuing to grab and squeeze at his thighs.
"NO– FUCK! LEHET GOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEASE– FUHUHUCK OFF!" George screamed, drumming his knees against the bed as well as he could when he was still held down, twisting and turning his arms, shoulders, and hips in an attempt to get away.
"God, Georgie, I love hearing you scream," Dream commented, making George shake his head and clamp his mouth shut so Dream didn't get the satisfaction of hearing him. "Come on, baby. Don't hold out on me. You know I'll just make it worse," He said, and George whimpered, but shook his head even more. He kicked his legs again, and he was able to knock one of Dream's hands off, but Dream just let go of his other leg and used both hands to grab the kicking one instead. 
This time, however, he let George's leg drop down on the bed, pushing his knee down so his leg was slightly turned, and then pushed his shorts up a bit and leaned all the way down to nibble his inner thigh that way, keeping George's leg almost entirely immobilized against the bed.
Apparently, this was the worst thing that he ever could've done, because George was immediately begging, thrashing, screaming in laughter, doing anything and everything he could think of to get him to stop. Dream had no intention of doing so.
"NOHOHOHO, OH MY GOHOHOHOD– FUHUCK, PLEHEHEHEASE–" George screamed, turning to the side as much as he could and attempting to pin his legs together, but all he did was and up with his other thigh resting against Dream's head and keeping him in place between his legs. He kicked out instinctively, unable to do much else other than kick his leg uselessly against the bed and pull at his arms desperately. "DREHEHEAM, I CAHAHA– I CAN'T, I CAHAHAN'T! PLEHEHEASE!"
"This always has been one of your worst spots, Georgie, I'm kinda shocked I haven't lost a tooth yet," Dream said, unsure if George could even hear him over his booming laughter. 
"DREHE– PAHAUSE! PAUSE, PLEHEHEASE!" George shouted, and Dream pulled back immediately, pressing his palm to George's thigh and rubbing away the leftover tingles for him. "Hohoholy fucking shihit…"
"You okay? I didn't go too overboard, did I?"
"Noho, I'm fihine, I just… cahan't fucking breheathe…" George said, chest rising and falling rapidly as he gulped down some desperately needed oxygen. 
"Yeah… sorry, baby…" Dream mumbled shyly, adjusting their positions to be slightly more comfortable for when they continued. He moved to sit criss-cross between George's legs, grabbing his legs and gently laying them on top of his own thighs, so George's legs were almost wrapped around his waist. 
"It's okay. Thank– thank you for, uh, pausing when I asked, though. I thought I was gonna die," George said with a small laugh, turning his head to the side as his face turned even more red as the fluttering position he was now put into.
"Of course, angel, I would never, ever wanna make you uncomfortable. You can pause as many times as you want, okay? And we'll stop whenever you want too," Dream reiterated, and George nodded. Dream let his hands rest on George's thighs, tugging the legs of his shorts down where they'd ridden up before gently rubbing his thumbs over his skin. Seconds later, George whimpered and gave a light tug to his arms, squeezing his hands into fists and biting his lip. Then, he shifted his legs, curling them around Dream's waist and squeezing him, pulling him in closer. Dream chuckled, letting him squirm for a few more seconds, before finally putting him out of his misery. "You want me to keep going?"  He asked, and George nodded frantically. "I need a verbal answer, please, my baby kitten," He requested, knowing it would hit the nail perfectly on the head. George whimpered, tilting his head back, before nodding again.
"Yes, please," He mumbled along with his nod, just loud enough that he knew Dream would hear. Dream cooed, sliding his hands up George's thighs and resting them gently on his sides.
"Oh my god, you're so cute I could cry," Dream fawned, leaning over slightly to watch George's blushing face as he reacted to the compliment. He shook his head, squirming against Dream's hands on his sides, arching into the touch to try to get him to just shut up and get on with it, then whining when it got him nowhere.
"Shut uppppp, you're such an idiot," George complained, giggling when Dream delivered one tiny squeeze to his sides, already on edge of his next movement. He tensed his legs again, squeezing his knees tighter around Dream's waist, squirming as much as he could in his incredibly immobilizing position.
"I can't! You're just– you're so cute, like, just squirming around like a little worm and letting me completely destroy you and not even asking me to stop until you absolutely need me to, like– you're just like– you're adorable!" Dream finished off, bouncing George on the bed once just to test the waters, smiling as he broke into bright, giddy giggles, butterflies no doubt fluttering all around his tummy. "You're just so precious, Georgie, oh my god, you're literally like a little kitten, I just wanna–" He shook him again, repeatedly this time, holding his sides firmly and bouncing them both up and down against the mattress. George's giggles never stopped, and Dream giggled along with him, the silly, playful nature of the situation getting to both of them. 
"Dreheheam!" George squeaked out, laughter becoming more high pitched the longer the bouncing went on, and when Dream finally stopped and let him rest flat again he was already out of breath and limp once again from laughing. "Yohou're so duhumb!"
"You're the one who's giggling like a little baby at it! Maybe you're dumb, then!"
"Shut uhup! Just go alreadyhy!" George complained, and Dream could tell he was actually getting antsy, especially with the way his legs curled around Dream's waist and his knees struggled not to curl up.
"Okay, okay, fine. Party pooper." Dream moved his hands back down to George's hips, his thumbs resting right on the spot between the tops of his thighs and the jutting bones of his hips. He pressed in softly, and the second George felt the pressure on that spot he was already squirming and yelling. 
"No! Nononono, not there, not there, that is off limits, no!" George protested, yanking on his arms. Dream giggled, gasping as George pulled hard enough to actually slide himself up on the bed a few inches, squirming the whole way up. Dream grabbed his squirmy hips, pulling him even further down than he was before, and George screamed out as he realized he was even more screwed. Now, his arms were pulled taut, completely straight above his head and out towards the corners of the bed, and he couldn't bend his arms more than a few centimeters no matter how hard he tried to pull. His hips were tilted upwards now, his lower back resting against Dream's crossed ankles and his butt on his calves, and this time his thighs were in line with Dream's waist instead of his knees wrapping around them. "NO! NO, DREAM, DON'T, LET GO, LET ME GO, YOU CAN'T DO THIS!" He complained, trying to squirm away again, but he found himself pinned even worse than he already was. His entire torso was as stretched out as it could be, and he noticed the bottom of his t-shirt had ridden up as well. When Dream placed his hands back on his hips, he felt the tip of Dream's middle and ring fingers resting on his bare skin, and it took everything in him not to whine about it. He knew if he did, it would only make Dream torture him more. "Dream, please, please, this is evil, you can't do this, you know you can't!"
"Hmm… I think I can do whatever I want," Dream teased, and immediately dug his thumbs into the spot between George's thigh and hip that he'd teased already. 
George yelled, pulling uselessly at his arms, breaking into chest-aching laughter as he tried his hardest to wiggle his hips away from the tickles. He arched his back, dropping down only seconds later as his body seemed to give in on itself for a moment, before.his squirming and shaking started up again at full force.
"Jesus Christ, Georgie, this is a good spot, huh?" He asked, tugging down the waistband of George's shorts and boxers just a tiny bit to be able to slide his thumbs underneath and dig into the same spot, right into George's skin this time. George nearly hit the ceiling with how hard he jumped and arched his back, his laughter raising in volume and desperation as he shook his head wildly.
"SHUHU– SHUHUT THE FUHUHUCK UHUHUP!" George yelled, blinking his eyes open before immediately squeezing them shut again. Dream could barely see the beginnings of tears forming in his eyes, and he heard how hard he had to gasp to be able to keep any air in his lungs, and he sensed that if he kept up with this technique and spot any longer that George might call his safeword much, much earlier than either of them would've liked for him to. He stopped what he was doing, wrapping his hands around George's hips and rubbing over the bone with his thumbs, letting George take in a few breaths before continuing. 
"I'm gonna dedicate an entire day to that spot. Just so you know."
"I will… I will actually kill you," George responded between breaths, letting his tense body relax at the soothing touch.
"Meh… it'll be worth it," Dream said, and then he suddenly shifted himself and leaned down, nibbling right at George's protruding hip bones. George whined the second he touched down, squirming side to side and trying to slide his hips out of Dream's grip. "Oh, nibbles work well here, don't they?" Dream said, pressing his lips right against George's skin as he spoke, making him squirm even more.
"Sh-shuhut uhup!" George said for the millionth time, his tummy tensing and twitching with his laughter. His giggles were turning hicuppy, and he was not at all helped when Dream let the nail of his pointer finger scratch ever so gently over the line of skin between his hip bones. "Dreheheheheam!"
"George!" Dream responded, mimicking George's tone, pressing a group of tiny raspberries in a circle around George's hip and then jumping back into nibbling the bone. George squealed at the raspberries, arching his back again, his squeaky, hicuppy giggles making Dream want to continue forever.
"Dreheheam, plehehehease, sohomewhere ehehehelse!" George pleaded, whining again as Dream placed another raspberry down, on the inner side of his hip, and then followed it up with a soft kiss.
"Okay, but you're not gonna like it," Dream said as he slid his hands up George's sides, letting the hem of his shirt catch on his fingers and pushing it up to the middle of his ribcage. He kept his head against George's skin, resting his chin just underneath his bellybutton as he did so. George instinctively sucked in his tummy, pushing his chest up and curling as far away from Dream as he could, letting out a small noise of protest from the back of his throat.
"Oh god, why nohot…" George whined nervously.
"You know why, pretty boy." Without any hesitation, Dream leaned down and connected his teeth with the edges of George's belly button. The elder absolutely screeched, dissolving into flustered, breathy giggles, as he continued to try to curl away and suck in his stomach to get away.
"Oh nohoho! Nonono, Dreheheheam, plehehease, not thahaht!" George begged, kicking his legs out behind Dream, his tummy fluttering under the nibbles.
"Not that? Okay, let's try this then," Dream mumbled against George's tummy, not pulling away to speak this time, and making George flinch even more.
"No, no, NO– NOHOHO– Dreheheam!" George protested, as Dream slid his hands back down to George's sides and gently scratched at the backs of them, on either side of his spine. He arched his back instinctively, as far as he could, but he then had the horrifying realization that it only pushed his tummy further into Dream's mouth. And if he dropped down, he would land in Dream's hands. He was entirely stuck in place, giggling his head off, arching and curling up between evil fingers and even more evil nibbles, and he had no idea how he would handle the situation. "Fuhuck, oh god, Dreheheheam, plehehease, this is awfuhuhul."
"I know, baby," Dream mumbled, blowing another small raspberry right underneath his belly button just to see him flinch in both directions and let out another squeal. "Too bad I don't care."
"DREHEAM?!" George shouted in response, offended by the notion that Dream didn't even care that he was torturing him. Dream simply giggled, scratching even more unbearably light at his back and going back to nibbling the area all around his belly button.
George could feel every breath he took, expanding his chest and sitting between his ribs, and he could hear his laughter getting more squeaky and broken. He wasn't sure why, and he wasn't sure how, but it seemed like the more Dream stayed in those specific spots, completely unmoving and unwavering, the tickling only became more maddening. He was laughing harder now, way too hard for the soft techniques that were being used, and he realized he was becoming more frantic as time went on. Squirming more, gasping more, begging more, and once again, George was convinced he might die if he didn't get a break right that second.
"PAUSE, WAHAHAHAHAIT– WAHAIT, wahahait, wait, wait wait wait, wahait…" George babbled, catching his breath once again as Dream paused his tickling. Dream took both hands away from George's back, gently guiding his hips back down so his back was flat and his hips were against Dream's legs like before, helping his body relax. Dream rested one hand on his tummy, covering almost the entire surface of it and making George whimper through his breathing at the thought, holding his hip with the other one to comfort him.
"You okay? That one was more frantic."
"Yeah, yes, I'm good, I just– that, like, both at once, just… I couldn't do both at once."
"Too much?" Dream asked, slightly nervous at George's explanation.
"No! No, not at all, it just… it really, really t-ti…"
"Really, really tickled?"
"Shut up," George answered the second Dream spoke, making the younger bark out a laugh of his own, rubbing his palm over George's tummy to help calm him.
"You're cute," He stated, no question about it, making George scoff. "And pretty," He continued in the same tone, making George whine a bit at the compliment. They stayed silent for about 30 more seconds, before George spoke again.
"You– you can keep going now. Just don't do, like, back and front at once, okay? Two spots is fine, but that– that was a lot… and it hurt my back." George giggled at the end, shifting slightly in anticipation. 
"Of course, sweet boy. As long as you're comfortable," Dream agreed, patting George's tummy before sliding his hands around his sides again, holding him gently. "You are comfortable, right?"
"Yeah, I am. Somehow," George said, smiling kindly up at Dream. Dream smiled back down at him the same way.
"Good. That's good, because I'm gonna switch it up a little bit," Dream explained, rubbing his thumbs up and down George's sides as he spoke. George furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. 
"You're gonna switch it up?"
"Yeah. I think I've been too nice to you," Dream said nonchalantly, and George's eyes almost shot out of his head with how wide they got. 
"WH– you think you've been TOO NICE?!"
"Yeah."
"Dream, I-I've had to take two breaks so far!"
"Eh, could've been more. I haven't broken you yet." Dream smirked, and immediately dug his thumbs into the area right above George's hips so he wouldn't have time to protest. He screamed out, falling into loud laughter and bucking his hips uselessly to try and get him away. "I'm gonna keep going until you use your safeword. Use it whenever you feel you need to, okay, baby?"
Miraculously, George still managed to nod in understanding through his shrieks and squeals, and Dream decided he would get the show on the road. He leaned down again, blowing a line of huge raspberries up and down George's left side, pressing far into his skin and gripping his other side so he couldn't pull away. He gasped for air between every raspberry, never getting more than a few seconds of rest while Dream took in enough air to deliver another one. Dream finished with his left side after going from the bottom of his ribcage, down to his hip, then back again, and repeating that process without stopping probably four or five times– George lost count after the second– and then he switched to his right side, doing the exact same thing. Bottom of his ribs, down to his hip, then up again, repeated five times (George was more confident in the guess this time). 
"DREHEHE– DREHEAM, PLEHEHEHEASE!" He begged, voice broken and raspy, clearly nearing the end of its ropes and threatening to break and go silent very, very soon.
George's chest was already burning from his laughter, his throat dry and his stomach aching, and he had barely enough time to suck in two huge breaths and swallow his own saliva before Dream was already moving on. His next target was his tummy again, only slightly less cruel by avoiding his belly button. He nibbled up and down the sides of his tummy, as well as over his lower tummy, sprinkling in sporadic raspberries there as well. His laughter became less worryingly frantic with this technique, and he was able to calm down his shrill laughter enough to be bearable, even if it was still unbelievably hard for him to breathe.
"Dreheheheam, fuhuhuck! Oh gohohohohod, oh god, plehehehease stohohop!"
"No can do, Georgie!" Dream mumbled right into George's tummy, making him squeak even louder before falling into even more giggles. He nuzzled right into the side of his belly, smiling and giggling into his skin as he felt it flutter beneath him, clearly still tickled by his growing stubble and the rumbling of his words. 
"Stahahaha–"
"Is this a good spot, sweetheart?" Dream asked, dragging his syllables out as much as he could on the last few words. "Do you like it here? It sounds like you like it here."
"Nohohoho!" George immediately protested, shaking his head wildly. 
"Hmm… I think you like it there."
"Shuhuhut UHUP!" He could barely breathe to respond, gasping when he finished, shocked that any coherent words made it out at all. Suddenly there were hands on his ribs, and thumbs pressing into the middle of his ribcage on both sides– right between along the 5th rib from the bottom, where Dream knew was his favorite spot. "FUHUHUCK–!" He yelled, arching his back and trying desperately to dislodge Dream's hands. Nothing worked, and Dream's fingers stayed exactly where they were, massaging incessantly into his ribs, only moving every so often to switch to a different rib to keep George on edge. He continued placing tiny raspberries and nibbles all along the sides of George's belly, giggling into his skin every so often when he felt George have a particularly strong reaction. 
"How are you doing up there, kitten?" Dream asked, smiling at the way George stuttered through wild laughter as he tried and failed to answer. "It's okay, I know the answer is 'I'm doing great, Dream, thanks for asking, this is everything I want and more', right?"
"OH MY GOHOHOHOD, I CAHAHAN'T, DREHEHEAM, I CAHANT BREHEATHE!" George finally managed to get out, taking a huge gasp for air after he finished speaking before it was too late to try.
"Oh no! So sorry about that!" Dream said, cruely insincere, and George whimpered and cut his laughter off to swallow before exploding into another wave. "I'll get right on that for you."
"FUHUHUCK YOHOU!" George screamed, feeling the tears that had been forming start to finally slip out of his eyes when he squeezed them shut so hard he began to see spots. 
He felt his chest aching again, and he couldn't stop thinking about how desperate, how helpless, how utterly trapped he felt. His arms were useless, his legs were wrapped around Dream so he could barely even kick, and Dream was boxing him in pretty much completely– sitting between his legs, his hips on Dream's lap, hands holding his ribs, Dream's body essentially bent in half with his face pressed into his tummy– and he no longer had the strength to get away even if he'd been completely free. Those thoughts, combined with Dream's promise of 'I'm gonna keep going until you use your safeword' and his observation of 'I haven't broken you yet', circled rapidly around his brain, and only in that moment did he realize that Dream was actually going to break him. He whimpered, took in another sharp breath and swallowed, feeling breathless for a new reason, feeling his face flush even more and feeling the heat radiating off it when he turned his head to look up at his left wrist. He pulled at the cuffs a few times, less desperate and more observational, before whining again through his laughter.
"WAHAHAIT, WAHAIT, SLOHOW DOHOHOWN–" He pleaded, not needing another break but needing the absolutely maddening sensation on his ribs to relax slightly. Dream pulled his head up, moving his massaging fingers down to George's bottom ribs and drilling in circles, just to keep him laughing wildly and to make him arch his back with a choked noise.
He hadn't called for a stop or pause, so Dream wouldn't give him one.
"What's wrong, my kitten? Does it tickle?" Dream asked, faking his sincerity, which was almost more infuriating than him being obviously insincere. George groaned, squirming as much as he could through the discomfort of arching his back.
"Yehehehes!" 
"Aw, right here?" Dream said, shifting up to his middle ribs again and making him drop back down with a squeal and more boisterous cackling. 
"AHAHA– YEHEHEHEAH!"
"Really bad?"
"YEHEHEHES, YES, REHEALLY BAHAHAHAD!" George agreed with a frantic nod, hoping it would get him somewhere, yanking at his arms instinctively.
"Aww, baby," Dream said with a pout, shifting up to the top of his ribcage, barely below his underarms, and George squirmed nervously and tried to pull his arms down again at the proximity to such a deeply flustering spot for him. "I'm sure it does, angel. You poor thing. Poor baby kitten."
"Yohohou're so MEHEHEHEAN!" George whined, shifting his legs and kicking out as much as he could with Dream's body in the way. Dream laughed out loud at that, nodding his head.
"Thank you, I try," He responded, and then suddenly tugged the sleeves of George's t-shirt down to expose more skin and switched between fluttering his fingers and scratching his nails under George's arms. George's laughter switched almost instantly, beautifully, music to Dream's ears. His loud, painful, broken screams and cackles switched to incredibly shy, fluttery laughs and giggles, high pitched and continuous. His eyes relaxed slightly, staying squeezed shut, but not as painfully tight. His nose scrunched up too, and his head tilted back before falling to the side as he attempted to bury it in his arm. "Aw, baby, this spot is so embarrassing for you, isn't it?"
"Shuhuhuhut–" George cut himself off when his voice cracked, clearly hoarse and rough from everything he'd already been through. He clamped his mouth shut, trying to stay silent, but he burst back into bright and raspy giggles after only a few seconds. "Dreheheheam!"
"Yeah, sweet boy?" Dream asked softly, and George was too exhausted to care if that was real or fake sincerity. The name still made him whimper, hiding further in his arm. "Aw, c'mon, don't hide on me. Let me see your pretty face."
"Mm-mm, nohope," George protested, gasping and pulling on his arms when Dream scratched a little too close to the top of his underarm near his tricep.
"C'mooooon, please?" Dream pushed, reaching up with one hand to poke at George's cheek. George giggled and flinched away from the poke, squeaking when the hand went back down to his armpit, saying no again. "Okay, suit yourself," Dream conceded, and George peeked one eye out just in time to see Dream leaning down towards him, squeaking when he felt Dream press his lips right to the exposed side of his neck.
"NO, Dreheheam, doh–ON'T!" George squealed as Dream blew a raspberry against his skin, right in the middle of his neck, Dream's cheek pressed against his arm where it was still bound above him. He tried to scrunch his shoulder up without moving his face out of hiding, but it wasn't possible in his current position. "Dreheheheam, stohop, dohohon't do ihit aga–AHAIN!" He let out another yelp when the action was repeated, this time right behind his ear. He couldn't keep himself hidden through that, whipping his head back to face straight forward as he scrunched his neck up to get Dream away.. Dream did pull away, giggling at George's reaction.
"There's my pretty baby!" Dream exclaimed dramatically, making George groan, as he moved his hands up to hold both sides of George's face. "I missed you! Don't leave me again, stay like this." They both giggled at Dream's words, and George rolled his eyes and tilted his head back, letting his eyes shut again. "Okay, back to business!"
"Oh, fuhuck– FUCK!" George yelled out when Dream suddenly jumped his hands back down to his ribs, digging his thumbs into the same middle ribs and rubbing in quick, tiny circles. "GOHOHOD, NOHOHOHO!"
"Yes, Georgie, yes!" Dream teased back, continuing his thumb movements while he leaned down and blew a few more raspberries in a line on the side of George's tummy, nibbling in between them.
The switch from gentle yet insanely flustering tickling to the most brutal tickling George thought he ever felt was a lot, and it was way too much for his body to handle, sending a surge of energy that felt almost like an electric shock up to his brain the second it started. As soon as Dream caught the spot above his hipbone between his teeth again, George knew he had to call it quits, not convinced his body and mind could take much more torture without completely caving in on him.
"OKAHAHAY, OKAY, REHEHED, DREHEHEAM, PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOP!" George begged, yelling out his safeword in the middle of his sentence before collapsing into hysterical laughter, not even attempting to speak anymore. He trusted Dream to stop, and he did so the second he heard the word come out of George's mouth.
He rested his palms on George's ribs, pressing in with just enough pressure that George knew he wouldn't tickle anymore, but it would still push out the ghost tickles. Dream rubbed over his ribs for a while, letting him calm himself down and catch his breath, before glancing down at his still jumpy tummy and pressing one hand over it as well, repeating the soothing process. When he was done rubbing the residual tickles away, he placed his hands on George's thighs, rubbing his palms up and down the sides of them, until George finally seemed to fully calm down, at least enough to speak. 
"How are we doing, angel?" Dream asked softly, watching George as he wracked his brain for a response. 
"Mm… good…" He mumbled, his voice still shaky and hoarse. He swallowed, taking in another deep breath.
"Do you feel okay? Nothing hurts? Nothing feels bad?" Dream asked again, tapping his fingers against George's thighs gently. George shook his head.
"Mm-mm, everything's good. I feel good," He started, coughing a few times before continuing. "I mean… my throat is dry and my chest feels like it's on fire and I can feel your fingertips inside my ribcage, but yeah, I feel really good." They both laughed at that, and Dream nodded, reaching up and rubbing his thumb over George's ribs.
"Yeah, I… I may have gotten a little carried away. But you loved it, to be clear."
"Maybe I did."
"I mean, look at you. Like, actually, look," Dream said, and George lifted his head up as much as he could manage to look down at his torso.
There were red marks all over his tummy and sides from Dream's teeth and stubble scraping and rubbing ruthlessly against his skin. There were a few marks by his hips, slightly more faded than the rest, from the nibbles and digging fingers. And there were finger-shaped, bright red spots all over his ribcage from how harshly Dream had dug in. The sight made George's jaw drop, letting his head fall back against the pillows.
"Holy shit, Dream, did you turn into a monster or something? It looks like you tried to maul me," George said in disbelief, making them both giggle.
"I became a tickle monster, Georgie, what can I say," Dream replied, making them both fall into laughter again. 
Dream was seconds away from standing up and starting his plan of taking care of George, when suddenly he realized there was one tiny detail that had slipped both their minds.
While Dream's office was soundproofed, it didn't drown out every single sound. It was nearly impossible to, some small sounds would always travel out through cracks in the door if they were loud enough, and while they wouldn't be too audible, they could definitely be heard if someone was close enough to the door of the room.
And they had a third person in the house. A third person who had open access to the kitchen… that Dream's door happened to be in the direct path of.
Sapnap made it downstairs just about 30 seconds before George needed to scream his safeword, intending to go grab the smoothie the aforementioned man had told him was left in the fridge if he wanted it. On his way down, he heard a sudden scream coming from Dream's bedroom area that was directly next to the stairs he had just walked down, extremely muffled but still audible enough for him to be concerned. He turned to his left and walked barely three steps to Dream's cracked open door, pushing it open and stepping inside.
"Dream?" He said quietly, glancing around and seeing the room was empty. He heard another scream, and he was able to place it as George's this time, and he assumed it was coming from Dream's office instead. He walked over to that door, putting his ear up to it and hearing that he was indeed right– there was definitely screaming, and it was definitely George– before he gently turned the handle, slowly so as to not alert either of the other boys.
To his dismay (or relief, he wasn't sure yet), it was locked.
So, he pulled out his phone and pulled up Dream's contact, messaging him 'wtf are you doing lol' and then a second message that said 'are u killing him in there??'. He placed his phone back in his pocket, scurrying off to the kitchen to grab the smoothie he was originally going to get, before going back and standing outside the door, now curious about the answer.
That was the moment Dream had his realization, and he picked up his phone to see the text from their youngest housemate. Dream smiled, almost evil, before gently grabbing George's legs and placing them on the bed next to him so he could stand up. 
He stretched his legs as he stood, standing up on his toes and then dropping down, before stretching his arms over his head and arching his back, then relaxing that position as well.
"Hold on," He whispered, patting George's hip, before going over to the door and unlocking it. He opened the door slowly, cracking it open just enough to stick his head out and look at Sapnap. "Hey!"
"Hi! Um, are you guys okay? I thought I heard screaming and I just wanted to check in," Sapnap asked, fussing with the straw in his drink nervously, spinning it in circles. 
"See for yourself." Dream smiled at him, opening the door further and pressing his back to it, giving him space to walk in. Sapnap stepped past him, his eyes immediately focused on the bed, and his eyes widened at what he saw.
George was laying there, wrists cuffed above his head, breathing heavily, and looking completely disheveled. His hair was a mess, his shirt was still pushed up and his shorts were still tugged slightly down, his socks were still on the floor, and his entire body was flushed red and sweaty. Ordinarily, Sapnap would make a joke about the two doing something inappropriate in there, but Sapnap knew exactly what had gone on without even having to ask any questions. 
He felt the heat rising to his chest, his jaw dropping open and his eyebrows raised, feeling bashful himself just looking at the state George was in and thinking about how Dream managed to do that. He glanced up at Dream, giggling nervously, tapping the toe of his socked foot against the carpet. 
"Oh…" He mumbled, flicking his eyes between the other two. "Oh, God, uh… wow."
"Did this help you get the idea?" Dream asked quietly, gently placing his hand on Sapnap's upper back and rubbing up and down.
"Ye– yeah it did, uh…" He stuttered, letting out a shaky breath. "Well, um, you guys have fun, I'm gonna go back upstairs now," He said, smiling up at Dream before walking out of the room, sipping his smoothie as he left. Dream couldn't help but burst out laughing as soon as Sapnap left, closing the door behind him and bracing himself on the doorknob. He recovered quickly, letting out a few leftover giggles as he walked back to George.
"That was so mean," George said with a smile, rolling his eyes and shaking his head fondly. 
"Aw, come on, it was adorable!" Dream defended as he reached up to remove the cuff on George's left arm.
"You know how flustered he gets by this kinda stuff!" George sympathized, watching Dream as he worked. Dream finished removing the left cuff, gently taking George's wrist and placing a soft kiss to the red marks on it before guiding it down to him again. He started removing the right side as he spoke again.
"I do, but did you see his face! He got so shy so fast, it was so precious," Dream explained, pouting slightly at the cuteness. "I mean, it's not like he doesn't like it, he just gets embarrassed! It wasn't, like, making him actually uncomfortable. Just antsy." Dream placed another kiss on George's right wrist before letting go of his arms entirely, letting him have them back.
"That's true." George rubbed his wrists to get rid of the restricted feeling. He paused, smirking evilly up at Dream. "We should do this to him one day."
"I was already planning it the second I unlocked the door," Dream agreed, matching George's smile. He reached forward to adjust George's waistband, fixing it for him, before tugging his t-shirt down and patting his tummy gently, making George giggle and curl up. Dream turned around and reached into the mini-fridge next to his desk, pulling out a water bottle and handing it to George. "Sit up and drink this, please?"
"Mhm," George hummed, pushing himself up into a sitting position, his legs hanging off the side of the unnecessary high bed, kicking aimlessly as he thankfully accepted the water. While he drank, Dream kneeled down in front of him, grabbing one of his socks and bunching it up. 
"One." He gently grabbed George's swinging leg and slid the sock on his foot, pulling it up over his ankle and adjusting the top, before letting that leg go and repeating the process with the other sock. "Two. Perfect." George smiled down at him, silently thanking him for the gesture, before taking another sip of water and capping the bottle again. Dream stood up, running his hand through George's hair to fix how messy and disheveled it was, before jumping back on the bed and laying down behind George. Then, he wrapped his arms around George's waist and yanked him down to lay with him, making him squeal and giggle all over again, squirming around until he was comfortable. Eventually he turned over in Dream's arms, facing him this time, and settled down in that position. "Is this okay?"
"Mhm, of course," He agreed, nuzzling into Dream more. They ended up with Dream on his back, his arm underneath George's head and curled around his shoulders, with George's legs curled and one arm between his knees. His other hand played with Dream's fingers on his free hand, and he nestled his head under Dream's chin on his chest. "My tummy still hurts from laughing so much."
"Aww, baby," Dream cooed, pressing his palm to George's tummy. George giggled, nervous at the touch, holding Dream's wrist to make sure he didn't do anything. "Poor little tummy."
"Shut uhup, Dream!"
"I can't! I just can't help it when you're so cute!"
"Okahay, okay, shut up. No more teasing," George said, pulling Dream's hand back and cupping it in his.
"Ugh, fine. I'll be nice now."
"Thank you." George relaxed against him again, staying quiet for a second before saying something else. "You know I'm definitely gonna get you back, right?" He asked, and Dream hummed out a sigh.
"Yeah. I do."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I kind of expected you'd want to."
"Good. Not now, though."
"No, not now. Now is cuddle time. I'll be nervous about payback starting tomorrow."
"Good. You should be."
"…You're gonna be ruthless, aren't you?"
"Ohhhh yeah. More ruthless than you could've even threatened to be to me."
"Oh god… should I be scared?"
"Very. I'm already planning it as we speak," George said with a chuckle, nuzzling more into Dream's chest and squeezing his hand. "Now shut up. Nap time."
And that is how Dream was left, wondering what George could possibly be planning, wondering when it would come. He knew by the next morning he would be scared out of his mind (he was never good with anticipation), and he would probably end up begging George to 'please just get it over with' in just a few days' time because he couldn't take the waiting.
But, for now, all he had to worry about was making sure George was comforted, safe, and held for as long as he wanted. So that's what he did, curling onto his side and wrapping his other arm around George's side just to pull him closer. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head, hearing George chuckle softly, before they both drifted off into their well deserved nap for the foreseeable future.
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deceaseddad93 · 7 months ago
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Random Blender Art Dump
so this is just a random collection of projects i probly wont really finish or add onto that i have made in blender since i am trying to get more into art and my counselor recommended getting back into art
starting off with number 1 american gothic worm sculpt i asked my bestie CannibalCake what to sculpt and they said american gothic but as worms so i did this quick sculpt of the american gothic guy and gave him a worm body
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2nd one is this cartoon frog that i named KafleGore that i made to test out cel shading and paint texturing i fully modeled it and just didnt really know what to do with it
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and the 3rd one is a small series of retopologizing heads i tried mostly anime heads for practice and the first head looked like a mask a serial killer would wear and i was kinda dissapointed with it so i made this other head that ended up looking like the fish from rango mixed with the puppets from the dark crystal i was kinda more happy with it in a way and also did some hair made of curves sometime i might remake this character tho
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number 4 another retopology facethis time i wanted to make like a little low poly clown mask and i felt good about this one however there are some kinda messed up vertices but im still pretty proud
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number 5 this cool looking sword i found on the internet
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number 6 another retopology face but only the top half because 1 got bored and 2 didnt know how to make it look correct
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number 7 another low poly model i wanted to make of a bussiness person who is just extremely tired and hasnt slept in weeks his name is joinkis
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number 8 joinkises computer a idea that i had that i never finished
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and finally number 9 mug with a face another thing my bestie told me to do a quick sculpt on
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that is all for now thank you for looking at all of these weird works i have made have this little doodle of a thinking fella i made once as a gift
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thank you i will probly upload some more art dumps or just normal art later on in the future
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amoneki-ramblings · 10 months ago
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and if you have time 002 Kaneki :) (I am asking everyone)
Let's go !!
002 | Give me a character & I will tell you
How i feel about this character: Ironically I cannot verbalize my thoughts about Kaneki coherently whatsoever. I need him dead. I need to hit him over the head with several hammers. I need him to let himself just relax and drink some coffee and read a good book. He sucks I hate him /affectionate he’s also so fucking cringe Jesus. For every coherent and analytical thought I have about the other characters I have none for Kaneki he simply. Is. He’s Kaneki he’s That Guy he brings me immense pain and he’s so self-destructive and he tries so hard and it Sucks /pos I need to stuff him into a blender
All the people I ship romantically with this character: Hmm oh boy I sure do wonder…Well, aside from the obvious I think Shuuneki could be very interesting when done right, and while I’m not as inclined towards their relationship romantically Hidekane definitely hurts my soul, especially thinking of them before everything went to shit for our poor protagonist
My non-romantic OTP for this character: I love his relationship with Hinami so much he’s such a good big bro :(( Even when he’s out trying to hunt down people and change the world he still sets aside time for her, but even then she’s so concerned for his wellbeing because she can tell how he’s Changed and how he’s pushing himself she just wants him to be happy and take a break :((
My unpopular opinion about this character: Hmmm not sure if I have any at the moment?? I’d agree with anything as long as it’s accurate to his character. Whether you love or despise this guy I will nod my head, I guess just don’t say he’s flawless, person/moral-wise, there’s a lot of good argument for why he can suck actually, but I feel like most people know that.
One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: I remember seeing in the original storyboards for Root A that Shironeki and Kuroneki actually interact more. While I like how it was saved until the end in the original series (when they hugged) I wouldn’t have minded seeing more of it beforehand. Kuroneki is Shironeki’s doubts voiced back to himself, the more uncertain version of himself that he locks away, and Shironeki simply calls that part of him weak. It makes me miserable. I love it
my OTP: *whistles, looks away*
my cross over ship: Don’t think I have any
a headcanon fact: This is gonna be so random (read: projection) but Kaneki probably bites a lot of things. He bites pencils, he chews straws, he’s especially guilty of biting/chewing his hands/fingers and when he was a human it used to leave marks all over his hands. The hand biting problem gets even worse after the torture. If you put your hand in front of his face he’ll probably bite your fingers. Like a weirdo. He needs to be stopped (I say, fully supporting this behavior; let him be weird and a little unnatural :thumbsup:)
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theserenebean · 12 days ago
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2003 Mikey slips inside, looking like he's been running from someone
The door swung shut behind him, the little bell chime announcing his arrival. He had a greeting for April on the tip of his tongue, but it disappeared as he took in his surroundings.
"Hi welcome to The Serene Bean, let me know if you have any questions," a voice rattled off with practiced friendliness.
Mikey stared at the girl at the counter, a human teenager with her red hair pulled back in a ponytail. Definitely not April. And that was not the smell of antiques, it was the smell of coffee.
And this human girl was just kind of watching him neutrally. Was he dreaming?
"Okay," he scratched his head, "This isn't where I expected to end up."
"Most people don't," she replied. "Or, uh, turtles either," she added a bit apologetically.
Mikey's face split with a huge grin. He didn't know how he'd ended up wherever this was instead of Second Time Around, but that was a problem to wrap his head around another time. The important immediate situation was: a stranger was being polite to him and that meant he was making a new friend.
He laughed, glancing surreptitiously at her name-tag. Red. "Yeah, I guess you don't get a lot of turtles around here, huh?"
"Actually--"
A new voice cut in as a worker appeared from around the corner. "It needs to be filled to the line," he called over his shoulder, "And don't leave the--oh."
He had turned to face Mikey fully.
"You'd be surprised," Red finished matter-of-factly.
"I didn't realize we had a customer," the other worker, who was also another mutant turtle, fussed. "You should've called."
"He hasn't ordered anything yet," Red replied. "Besides, I don't really trust Jones by himself back there."
Her words were punctuated with a loud crash.
The turtle sighed deeply, rubbing his temples. "I don't really trust Jones period, to be honest."
Mikey's mind was reeling. He was staring at a walking talking in the flesh not one of his brothers for real mutant turtle, and a human who seemed completely chill with his existence--with their existence.
"Did you have any questions about the--"
He lunged forward, practically on the counter before he could think about what he was doing. "What's your name? How did you get a job here? Are there any openings? Not that I'm looking for a job, but like is that a thing that's possible? Can mutant turtles have jobs? Are you a mutant turtle?!"
"Uh, yeah. I'm actually--okay this might be a bit overwhelming--"
"Where do you live? Do you have to stay hidden, because it doesn't seem like you're staying hidden. We have kind of a community who's chill with us, too. Have you ever been to Second Time Around?"
"Whoa, whoa," the other turtle held up his hands, motioning for Mikey to slow down. "Take a deep breath, Mikey. I don't think--"
Mikey screeched, stumbling backwards, then moving to the other side of Red, as if the human he'd known for only one minute longer could or would protect him from this mysteriously familiar stranger.
"He knows my name!"
"This is why I'm up front," Red put her hands on her hips. "You and Jones always try to rush things."
The other turtle looked mildly indignant, then shrugged. "I'm just gonna get started on his drink. Mikeys always order the same thing on their first visit."
He turned around and busied himself with a blender, leaving Mikey to gape at Red, a hundred more questions in his eyes.
"So, do you want the short version, or more details?"
He blinked. Okay, that was actually a really thoughtful question. He kind of wanted all the details, except now that he was pausing to think about it he realized that his brain was buzzing way too much to take in any details at the moment.
But that was, like, a thing about him that his brothers knew. It was kind of weird for Red to know it.
"Short version," he decided, already planning to drag his brothers in here and get the detailed explanation together.
"I'm April, that's Donnie, Casey Jones is in the back. There are a bunch of versions of us, we're at kind of a mobile connecting point. So you could meet a bunch of versions of your brothers here if you come back a lot. Also, we have a loyalty card." She slid one across the counter. He scooped it up.
"Okay, I think I get it," he leaned back, stance slowly relaxing. "Kind of like the Battle Nexus, but for turtles and with coffee."
Red blinked twice, and shrugged. "Sure."
"So," Mikey was trying to process it all, make it fit more neatly in his head. "So, that's your Donnie?"
"Oh, no, that's not my Donnie. That's a different Donnie. Not that I have a Donnie. And my Casey isn't a cop. Not that I have a Casey."
She seemed oddly flustered.
"You don't have a Donnie? Or a Casey?!" He wished he hadn't brought it up. He would hate to learn about a multiverse where a bunch of versions of him had friends he didn't have. He was more determined than ever to be this April's friend.
"No, I do," she clarified hastily.
The other turtle, Donnie apparently, turned back to face him, drink in hand. "Her Donnie and Casey both have a crush on her."
"Ohhh," Mikey nodded as her odd behavior clicked into place. He didn't really know what it was like to have a crush or be crushed on, but he did have a lot of secondhand experience through his comic books, and man, love triangles were the worst.
"I am sorry you have to deal with that," he said sincerely, "But I'm not gonna lie, it's a big relief from what I thought you meant!"
"Yeah," she brushed her bangs out of her face, even though they fell right back in place. "Sorry. That did make it sound pretty bad, huh?"
He chuckled, hoping to lighten her mistake. It was only, like, his second time making friends with an actual human teenager, and she seemed crazy nervous. Not as nervous as his April had been, but she was also frazzled from being chased by Mousers and, well, not a teenager.
Maybe he'd drag Angel by later, too. She knew how to put people at ease.
"Can you imagine a world with all of us, and no Donatello?" he asked. "It would probably turn into, like, the bad ending of a video game."
Donnie's eyes crinkled fondly. "I think you'd be surprised how many people would say the same thing about their Mikeys." He pushed the drink across the counter.
Mikey blinked at it. "What's this?"
"Undue Harm."
He gave him a look. "Dude. I just gave you a compliment and you're giving me Undue Harm?"
He shrugged apologetically. "If you want something else--"
"No, no, wait," he snatched it up. "What's in it? How much does it cost?" He studied the menu.
"Hey, wait a minute. There aren't any prices on this menu!"
Donnie and Red exchanged a look.
"Everything comes with a price," Red explained, "But we can't always predict what it will be."
Mikey squinted at them suspiciously, but nonetheless took a noisy sip of his drink.
It was weird--and it was good! He felt almost indignant that they knew his tastes so well, when they'd only just met.
"I'll be back," he said mysteriously, walking backwards towards the door.
"Watch out for--"
He rolled across the table Red had been about to warn him about, then slipped back into the streets of New York.
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drunktuesdays · 2 years ago
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for the wrestleprompt, alpha4alpha 😈
For @wrestleprompts week 5: A reluctant trip to the zoo to make their partner happy. Nominally set in #Alpha4Alpha canon, but after the series ends.
"I'm not going to the zoo," Danny says, folding his arms over his chest.
"The hell you ain't," Eddie says, outraged. "You're the one who was like 'Oh, Mox, we'd love to babysit. No problem!' like a fuckin' suckup, and now you're tryna' wiggle out? Fuck that, bro."
"You never said we had to go to the zoo," Danny says stubbornly. "I don't like the zoo."
"Who doesn't like the zoo? What's wrong with you?"
"I don't like zoos!" Danny says. "They freak me out! Let's go bowling or some shit. Paintball."
"How old do you think Mox's kid is?" Eddie says. Then, "Whaddya mean zoos freak you out. Didn't Chris just have you guys do a photoshoot with snakes or some shit?"
"Yeah," Danny says, and preens. "That was cool as hell. That cobra loved me."
"Yeah yeah, whatever," Eddie says. "They got snakes at the zoo. Problem solved."
"Not just snakes," Danny says. He opens a kitchen cabinet and takes out a can of his bullshit protein powder. Eddie didn't know he was keeping a can here. Danny didn't ask or anything. Eddie watches him slam a scoop into a cup, and doesn't say shit about it.
Instead, he says, "Yeah, like lions and shit. C'mon, whatever, we'll walk around for a bit, get some ice cream, tire her out and—"
WHIRRRRRR The blender's so fuckin loud Eddie has to stop talking and wait for the kid to finish. He's pretty sure Danny keeps it going for way longer than he's gotta, but finally it shuts off and the kitchen is quiet again.
"You're gonna tell me why you're being a weird guy," Eddie says.
Danny's shoulders are tense, and he's refusing to turn and face Eddie, so what the hell. Eddie comes to the mountain. He crosses the kitchen and slides a hand up Danny's back until he reaches the top of Danny's spine. Curls his hand around Danny's neck, and squeezes for a beat, making a little collar of his fingers.
"Cheater," Danny says, but Eddie can feel his body going loose and liquid under Eddie's hand, so Eddie don't give a shit.
"Tell me," Eddie murmurs. Kisses the side of the kid's neck.
Danny's quiet for another beat, and then he says, "I don't like giraffes."
"You don't like giraffes," Eddie repeats.
"Or zebras," Danny says. He finally turns and faces Eddie, his eyebrows knitted together in a scowl. "Animals with eyes on the side."
"Eyes on the—are you fucking with me right now?"
"Man, I knew you'd be like this," Danny says. "That's why I don't tell you nothing. Now you're gonna go tell Mox and he's gonna look at me some more."
"He don't look at you, bighead," Eddie says. "Goats? You scared of a goat?"
"He does look at me. He looks at me like he thinks I should go away and you know it. And I'm not scared of nothing—"
"—Deer? Tell me you're not—"
"—I said they freak me out. You know deer eat meat?"
"So do I," Eddie says. The doorbell rings. He grins, steps forward, kisses Danny hard on his mouth. When Eddie pulls back, Danny sways forward, chasing him. "Come to the zoo," Eddie murmurs. "I'll protect you from the meat eating deer. And I'll make it worth your while."
"Man, fuck you—"
"Yeah, sure," Eddie says, and smirks. "That's on the table."
Danny chokes.
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