#hope u enjoy the scribbles anon

[spearxwind]

I've been thinking about how you've made Talas' physique even MORE powerful lately. And now I'm just imagining him, one-armed, chucking Graves like the world's angriest javelin at their common enemies.

That's genuinely so in character that I had to draw it. Average hunting tactic... and Graves would be all too excited for it, honestly

[kiss-me-cill-me]

hello! 🤍 i love your writing, you’re very talented <3 if you are up to the idea, i’d like to request a professor!jonathan crane x student!reader fic 🫶🏻 maybe fluff that leads to smut? thank u ily

Hello, anon! You're my very first request ever; this is so exciting! First of all, thank you for being so nice ❤️ And second, I will certainly give it my best shot! I will say that I struggle to write a fluffy Crane, so this might not be exactly what you pictured but I did try to make him a little less... diabolical than I usually would haha. But either way, I hope you enjoy!

Stimulus Response Theory

Pairing: Professor!Jonathan Crane x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: Your professor's lesson on classical conditioning leaves you feeling flustered and frustrated, and Crane knows there's only one way to relieve the tension.

Warnings: Smut, slight exhibitionism, power play dynamics, teasing, tickling, manipulation, semi-public sex, established student/teacher relationship

***Please read the warnings before continuing. Minors DNI***

“Stimulus. Response. Theory.”

Dr. Crane’s words echoed through the lecture hall, and dozens of students bent to scribble in their notebooks or tap at their keyboards. You, on the other hand, sat in a chair at the front of the room, harsh light blaring into your eyes from the projector as you faced the rows of crowded seats. Crane stood beside you, and brandished something from his breast pocket.

“A very basic concept,” your professor continued. “Wherein there is a stimulus-”

He held up his hand, and you took note of the fluffy, red feather that was firmly pinched between his fingers.

“That, when presented to the subject-”

Crane brought his hand and the feather close to your face, tickling you just at the tip of your nose. You jumped and pulled away, letting out a small, strangled noise. Dr. Crane smiled, but made sure his expression was neutral before turning back to the rest of the class.

“Results in a response,” Crane finished.

He stepped behind you, and you felt your stomach drop, just a fraction of an inch. Not being able to see him made you nervous, but in a pleasant way that had you crossing your legs more than anything else. You shifted a little in the hard plastic seat.

“Stimulus response can explain many basic behaviors,” Crane lectured. “But it is also the basis for what Ivan Pavlov termed ‘classical conditioning’ - through which, a subject can be trained to elicit a response that is normally associated with one stimulus, in response to a second, unrelated trigger.”

A few of the students in the front rows nodded their heads. Everyone had heard of Pavlov, of course; he and his dogs were covered in every Intro to Psych class at every college everywhere. Gotham University was no different, and so most people in Dr. Crane’s class were familiar with the concept. Still, it never hurt to go over the fundamentals before diving into the deeper lesson. At least, that was the excuse Crane had used when he called you up to the front of the room, asking you to help demonstrate something to the class.

Crane stepped back into your field of view, and you looked obediently up at him. Just the sight of him was enough to make your heart pump a little bit faster. Unbeknownst to the rest of the students in the lecture, you had been sleeping with your professor since almost the beginning of the semester. Things had started out innocently enough; you had visited his office hours a few times, asking for help with a lesson at first. Then, quickly, you fell into the habit of stopping by even if you didn’t have a question. And finally, of course, you’d ended up with your lips pressed desperately against his and your shirt thrown carelessly into the corner of the room. Things had only continued from there.

“Classical conditioning is most effective when the response being elicited is one of natural reflex,” Crane explained to the class. “For Pavlov, this was dogs salivating at the sight and smell of their food. For our subject here-” he motioned to you, “brushing this feather against her skin causes her to reflexively flinch.”

He demonstrated again by trailing the red feather along your wrist, which did indeed cause you to jerk back your arm. A few snickers leaked out of the faceless crowd of students.

“Now, when the naturally evocative stimulus is repeatedly paired with a second stimulus, such as the sound of a bell, Pavlov discovered that the response could be ‘transferred’ to that secondary stimulus. So that, eventually, the sound of the bell alone will elicit the same response - even in the absence of the original stimulus. For example…”

Crane tapped the small metal desk bell sitting on the table beside you. The bell rang, and Crane swiftly raked the feather over your arm, making you jump again.

“Now we’ve paired our two stimuli, and as we continue to solidify the link between them in the mind of the subject-”

He rang the bell and tickled you again, this time brushing the feather over your bare leg. You deeply regretted wearing cut-offs. The touch of the feather made you flinch, but, at the same time, you also started to feel a sharp jolt coursing through your core.

“Eventually, the sound of the bell alone will make her react.”

Crane continued lecturing, telling the class about Pavlov’s dogs and other famous examples of conditioning. At somewhat random intervals, he would stop whatever he was doing to ring the bell and brush the feather over various parts of your body. It seemed like he drifted over every inch of your exposed skin; anywhere he could reach. When he dragged it across your jaw, you nearly had to bite your tongue to stop from letting out a gasp. You were starting to enjoy this a bit too much, and realized to your shock that you were getting wet. You shifted in your seat again, hoping that no one else noticed what was happening to you.

“Using these concepts,” Crane said. “Virtually any stimulus can be paired with any other to create a learned response.”

The little bell rang again, and your whole body tensed, jerking in anticipation of the feather even as arousal pooled between your legs. Your face turned hot as the class laughed. Crane hadn’t even touched you.

“As you can see, if the initial relationship between stimulus and reaction is ingrained deeply enough, it doesn’t take very long at all to transfer to the second stimulus.” Crane smiled. 

He was looking down at you, his expression mild. The red feather was tucked away, safely, in his pocket.

“Thank you,” Dr. Crane said, nodding. “You can go back to your seat.”

You got up, feeling a bit shaky on your legs, and made your way back to your desk in the front row. Almost as soon as you’d taken your seat, Crane rang the bell again, making you flinch even though you were now halfway across the room. Even worse, you felt yourself clench desperately at the sound. A few snickers came from the students around you, who sat close enough to see you jump. You watched as Crane’s eyes flicked briefly to your knees, which you were pressing together in a feeble attempt to try and control your reaction. He quickly composed himself, straightening up a little as he changed slides on the projector.

“Now,” he said, returning to his usual place behind the podium that stood next to the table. “Let’s talk about John Watson and his contributions to the theory.”

You tried to focus on taking notes, but couldn’t help the way your eyes drifted again and again to the silver bell, still perched just on the edge of Crane’s reach.

After class, as the other students went about packing up and heading to their next lecture, you shoved your books in your bag and hurried to catch Dr. Crane before he left the room.

“Professor?” you said, timidly. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

Crane glanced briefly at his watch, then looked up at you with a smile. He stood just in front of the table, the torturous silver bell to his left.

“Of course,” he answered. “What’s on your mind?”

You hesitated, waiting for the last few people in the room to hurry on their way. There was a lump in your throat, and you swallowed against it, trying to press it down. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous. Crane had seen you in much more intimate positions than this. But, something about him taunting you in front of a lecture hall full of other people had you feeling bothered, and in more ways than one. He had probably meant it to be harmless. Of course he liked you; it only made sense for him to pick you as his “volunteer” for a simple demonstration like this. He couldn’t have known the effect it would have on you, surely.

“I… um,” you tried to start. 

The two of you were alone now, and you should have been able to spit it out. Still, for some reason your tongue was like dry cotton in your mouth. Your eyes drifted again to the bell, sitting within arm’s reach.

“I’m sorry, but… could you not ask me to volunteer for any more… things like that?” you muttered.

Crane seemed to consider your body language. He noticed the way you refused to look him in the eye, instead focusing on the shiny desk bell. You wrung your hands together, and shifted your weight from hip to hip.

“Is something the matter?” Dr. Crane asked.

“It’s just… it makes me a little uncomfortable,” you explained.

Crane stood close beside you, and reached out to touch the side of your wrist. His fingers were gentle; feather-light. But that only served to make things worse, and you felt yourself start to come dangerously close to unraveling again. If Crane noticed the way you subtly clenched your legs together, he didn’t say anything about it. 

“I’m sorry,” he told you instead. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“It’s okay!” you blurted out. Suddenly, you were worried you had offended him. “It’s my fault, really. I just…”

His fingers took hold of your wrist a bit more tightly, and he brought your hand up to circle his waist. You leaned into the hug, feeling at once both secure and yet unrestrained with desire as his arms wrapped around your shoulders. You caught a whiff of his cologne, slightly spicy with a hint of smoke. The smell only pulled you that much deeper into your internal battle.

“Just what?” Crane prompted.

“I just… don’t want to get turned on like that in class,” you whispered, embarrassment flooding your cheeks. “It’s bad enough having to listen to you; trying to pay attention when all I can think about is-”

Crane hooked a finger under your chin, pulling back from the hug a bit to make you look up at him. There was a sheen in his eyes that made you nervous, but also caused the heat in your stomach to grow.

“Turned on?” Crane echoed. “Why would you be turned on by what I did?”

The smile at the corners of his mouth told you that Crane knew the answer to his own question. Maybe he wasn’t as innocent in this as you had wanted to think.

“I think it’s just, um… you touching me like that…”

“Oh. Like this?”

Crane pulled the devious red feather back out of his breast pocket. Holding it up to the column of your neck, he dragged it slowly down toward your collarbone.

“Ah!” This time, you couldn’t stifle your gasp. Even though the lecture hall was empty, you still felt a rush of shame and embarrassment. You and Crane had had sex a few times in his office, but always with the door safely locked. Here, everything felt too public. Too exposed. Crane let the feather fall, red plume drifting to the floor.

“Professor…” 

“Hm. I wonder…” Crane mused. 

He reached behind himself to press down on the little bell, still sitting innocently on his desk. At the sound of the ring, you faltered and sank a little closer to him. The mumbled cry that fell from your lips was very unconvincingly muffled.

“Mm.” Crane smiled down at you. “You know, that’s the problem with classical conditioning. It’s just so hard to control all the variables. Sometimes the response is transferred to a secondary stimulus that was never intended, like the sight of the lab assistant who brings the dog’s food instead of the sound of the bell. And sometimes…” He rang the bell again, and you clenched, walls fluttering pathetically around nothing.

“Additional implicit reactions are accidentally transferred,” he finished.

You were feeling dizzy. Barely paying any attention to Crane’s impromptu lesson, all you could focus on was the buzzing heat between your legs. 

“I’m sorry, darling,” Crane smirked. He brought his face close to yours, nose trailing over the curve of your jaw as he whispered to you. “I didn’t know a little teasing would turn you into such a mess.” 

His voice was sweet, even as his words dug into you. He kissed along your jaw, and you felt yourself slump against him. Crane supported your weight effortlessly, shifting his body to lean back against the table so that he could feel you press into him fully. You let out a whimper as he kissed you again, this time pressing his lips to the very corner of your mouth.

“Poor thing,” Crane mused. “Here - let me help you.”

His hands moved down to the backs of your thighs, and before you could say a word he had spun you around and lifted you up on top of the desk. He kissed you, fully on the lips this time, and started to trail his soft fingers up and down your legs. His faint touch against your bare skin was driving you crazy. Usually, he was much more direct - taking what he wanted and not wasting time on too much foreplay. This was different, and all of it was making your head spin. When one of his hands reached the hem at the leg of your shorts, you took in a sharp breath of air.

“W-what are you-?”

“What do you think I'm doing?” he teased. “You said you were turned on, darling. I'm just taking care of that little problem for you.”

His fingers pushed under the hem of your shorts, resting on the top of your thigh. The tight fabric forced him to press into your flesh; pads of his fingers making you squirm under the more intense pressure. You hummed, clenching the edge of the desk.

“Look at you - falling apart when I've barely even touched you,” rasped Crane. “At least, not anywhere that usually makes you this desperate.”

His other hand snaked up to roam under your shirt, drifting over the side of your waist. Your breath hitched.

“I do seem to remember you liked it one time when I touched you here,” he laughed, dark voice sinking into your skin.

His mouth was at your neck, and the hum of his words felt like butterflies. Your whole body shivered, and Crane pressed a burning kiss to your collarbone.

“Mmm, I know you asked me not to volunteer you for any more demonstrations,” Crane said. “But I think if doing it makes you this needy, I might not be able to resist.”

He kissed your neck again, this time biting down softly. You let out a moan as you felt his teeth press into your skin.

“Besides, you wouldn't say no to your professor, right? If he asked you to do something?”

“O-of course not,” you replied. Dr. Crane liked when you were obedient.

“Good. Then I need you to do something for me right now.”

Crane pulled back to look into your eyes. His soft smile made your heart flip in your chest. His lips were red from kissing you, and as he opened them to speak, his deep voice sounded like honey.

“Take off your shorts, and bend over.”

The lump that had been in your throat earlier sank down into your stomach, and then even lower. Crane was still looking back at you, teasing eyes clear and bright behind his glasses. 

“I don't know…” you hesitated. “Here?”

Crane reached over to tap the little silver bell, and the ring sent a pulse straight into your core. It was humiliating how fast he had wrapped you around his finger, without even trying to.

“Don't worry; it'll wear off eventually,” Crane said. “Probably. Permanent conditioning takes much more reinforcement. But for now…”

He rang the bell again, and you jumped. The ache was becoming unbearable, and you knew you couldn't hold out for much longer.

“For now, I'm going to have some fun,” Crane taunted. “Now take off your shorts, darling.”

This time, you hurried to do as he said. You shuffled out of the denim shorts, standing up to let them fall to the floor. As he had ordered earlier, you turned away from him, and bent over the table.

Crane's hands drifted over your hips, coming down to grab at your panties.

“I'm sorry; I should have been more clear.”

Suddenly, he yanked them down, quickly exposing you to the chill of the air.

“I wanted these off, too,” he clarified.

Naked from the waist down, you had a brief moment to consider the situation you now found yourself in. You were facing away from the door, fully on display for him and anyone else who might happen to walk into the classroom. Your professor didn't seem to be too bothered by the idea, as his hand grabbed your ass and pushed your legs open just a bit wider, getting a better view. But then again, maybe he wasn't thinking too clearly right now either. He pushed up your shirt, bunching the fabric so that your back was exposed. You considered asking him to stop so that you could move things to his office, where at least you could lock the door for a little privacy. But any objections you had were forgotten at the rough sound of Crane’s pants zipper. 

You felt him press up against your entrance, gently parting your folds as he dragged the head of his hard cock up and down.

“You really are turned on,” Crane marveled. “And all over a little feather…”

As he spoke, you felt the soft plumes of the feather moving gently over your spine. You tensed again. Crane must have picked it back up when your back was turned, and now he was teasing you, slowly, swirling the feather over the swell of your ass.

“S-stop!” you begged, jerking away from the sensation.

“Do you really want me to?” Crane whispered. “Or are you just embarrassed at how wet I'm making you?”

He lazily trailed the feather over your leg, teasing you with the very tip of the soft red bristles. His cock was still on the verge of penetrating you, and you felt him twitch as your body reacted, bucking against the touch of the feather.

“N-no,” you stammered. “Don't stop.”

“That's what I thought,” Crane smirked. 

He started pressing into you, and the feeling was exactly what you needed. All of his teasing had driven you almost to the edge, and as soon as he was inside of you, you felt yourself inching dangerously closer.

“I should tease you like this more often.” Crane was pulling out of you again, only to slam his hips back into you, making your whole body bounce on the table. “If I'd known I could make you this wet, and this desperate, I would have moved the conditioning lesson up a few weeks.”

He laughed, and you felt yourself melting around him. The drag of his cock was so good as he pulled out, and the snap of his hips made you see stars as he pushed in. When Crane brought the puff of the feather up to trail over the back of your arm, you clenched violently, and he moaned.

The sound seemed to echo in the huge, empty room. Crane stayed still for a moment, buried so deep inside of you that it hurt. Then, he started moving again, this time at a faster pace.

“S-slow down,” you begged.

“Why? So you can beg me to stop teasing you again?” Crane taunted. “You can't have it both ways, sweetheart - try to make up your mind.”

You couldn't, of course. With the way he was pounding into you, the only available space in your brain was completely devoted to him - his perfect, veiny cock, and how it was stretching you out, mercilessly. Your hands scrambled for purchase on the desk, clawing at the smooth faux-wood finish.

“Ah!”

You yelped as Crane rang the bell again, not taking even a small break from thrusting, and for what must have been the dozenth time, you clenched around him.

Between the bell and the feather, your head was spinning. Dimly, you felt certain that Crane had abandoned all actual application of Stimulus Response Theory long ago. He was recklessly using whatever tools there were at his disposal; working you up and making sure that all the wires in your brain were thoroughly and completely crossed. You didn't care though. Whatever made you fall apart for him was fine with you.

“M’so close,” you slurred, fingers curling into the desk.

Crane brought the feather down to the curve of your waist, tracing over the spot that drove you crazy. Just like he had recalled earlier, it made you go nearly feral with lust. That was all you needed to tip over the edge that had been taunting you for so long. As you fluttered all around him, Crane followed right after you.

“Oh my god!” you cried, not caring anymore that you were still in the classroom.

Crane's shallow moans and grunts behind you were enough to make you squeeze him again, milking his cock as it emptied into you.

“Oh my god,” you repeated, a little quieter now as the reality of what you had just done sank in.

“I’ll say. That was… intense,” Crane laughed.

He pulled out of you, and you felt his seed drip down the inside of your thigh. You saw him scrambling for something to help you clean up with as you turned around, still needing to lean against the table for support.

“Here.”

He offered you a clump of napkins, scavenged from somewhere deep inside the speaker’s podium. You stuffed them quickly between your legs, trying to wipe up the sticky trails of cum that had already started to snake down. After you'd cleaned up a bit, Dr. Crane leaned forward to kiss you.

His lips still had a hint of the hunger that had passed between you. The feel of them pressed against yours, faint trace of saliva reminding you of the barely-faded passion, made you woozy all over again. He had to hold you to stop you from sinking down onto the table.

“I'd say that was rather stimulating, wouldn't you?” Crane joked.

You felt your face heat up, and he brought his thumb softly to trail across the edge of your jaw. Inside, you could still feel the proof of his lust leaking slowly out of you, and the tickling sensation made you flinch.

“I think… I liked that a little too much,” you admitted.

Your professor smiled down at you, taking in your shy face before bringing his lips close to yours for another, sinful kiss. You felt him smile against you as he whispered.

“I think you did, too.”

Deviously, Crane reached behind you to ring the little silver bell.

This fic now has a Part 2 HERE!

[sacharinee]

thinking ab peter having a bad tiring day and reader giving him face massages and body massages after they take a bath ‼️

pairing: bf!peter parker x reader

w/c: 780

a/n: hi anon!! i loved writing for this request sm so thank u for sending it <3 i did, however, completely forget to write abt the part about them taking the bath together. im so sorry 😭 but i hope u still enjoy :(( about one spider-man kiss and a ton of domestic!peter

peter knows exactly what he needs right now after a long day. 

there’s only one thing in the world that could make up for having a shitty day and that’s you. 

but unfortunately for peter, when he patters into your shared apartment, you’re nowhere to be found.

“babe?” he calls out. 

he strips himself of his shoes and walks down the short hall to your bedroom, only to find the closet open and your work clothes missing. peter skrinks at your absence and pouts, “great.”

he ponders about taking a nap, but it’s a quarter to nine and he’d rather be awake when you arrive home. 

when his stomach growls, he realizes he’s gone almost an entire day without a proper meal, save for the granola bar you shoved in his hand before he kissed you goodbye. 

as he enters the kitchen, he finds a note left on the counter, scribbled in your handwriting,

“emergency shift at the hospital, back by 9 tonite. food in the fridge, love you!”

peter frowns at your note, sticks it onto the fridge, and pulls out the meal you prepared for him.

he heats up the food and chews the stale chicken slowly. he really misses you. even with your bland food and lack of seasoning, he still enjoys anything from you. you try your best for him. 

when he’s finished cleaning his dishes, peter debates on showering. he wants to wait for you, to take a nice hot shower with you, and clean each other’s stress away. but he’s really stinky from work, and he’d rather just go to bed with you. so he undresses and takes a long shower alone.

—

peter’s prayers are answered when he reenters the shared bedroom dressed in pajamas. 

“hi baby,” you chirp. you take off your glasses and set the book you were reading aside. 

peter’s heart swells at the sight. you’re laying on your side of the bed, hair in a bun, away from your face. you’re dressed in your boyfriend’s plaid boxers and a geeky t-shirt you stole from his dresser.

the tv is playing some rerun of your favorite tv show as he crawls himself across the bed and plops himself in between your open legs. 

peter nests his heavy head upon your pelvis and lets out a deep sigh. your palms run down his clad back, kneading the tense muscles.

“did you eat yet?” he tries to nod his head, “yea, chicken was good, super tasty, thanks, y/n/n” he replies.

he may or not be telling you the whole truth. you’re cooking wasn’t amazing, but he would never tell you that. 

peter flips himself over, staring at you adoringly upside down. your soft hands trace his buff arms, comfort spreading throughout his skin from your touch, “what happened today, petey?”

he exhales, furrowing his brows, and squeezes his eyes shut. he juts his bottom lip out while you weave your fingers and pull through his damps locks. 

“everything went wrong today. everything,” he takes a deep breath, “i was late for biochem, had a pop quiz for psych. not that it was hard but still. i forgot i had tutoring today too, so i'm out fifteen bucks. and we were understaffed for work, so that was a bust. so many mean customers in queens,” he takes a look at you, “we should move somewhere else.”

you snicker at his comment and slide your fingers over his funky left eyebrow, smoothing out the knit and massaging his temples, “yea, like where?” 

you love all versions of peter, but you think this is your favorite. relaxed at your touch, devoting himself wholeheartedly to you. he’s embraced and fully engulfed by you, like putty in your hands. 

“like,” your boyfriend seems distracted, voice deep, staring at you with nothing but affection, “sunnyside? maybe?” peter licks his lips and clears his throat, “just somewhere safer, nicer. for you.”

you’re beaming down at his face; your warm hands cup his cheeks while you land a long and overdue tender kiss upside down. you feel peter smile into the kiss, exhaling through his nose in contentment. 

you keep your hands on his face and gently caress the soft skin as you pull away.

“that sounds nice,” your heart squeezes at the thought as he continues, “we could settle down there, have a family, you know? white picket fence and all. ‘m picturing you in your hot scrubs, bringin’ home the bacon. and i’ll be at home, taking care of the kids.” 

you’re giggling at the scene as you chime in, “and we could have family dinners every saturday night, or- ooh! i could take yoga classes sunday mornings and-”

peter snickers at you, “what you need are some cooking classes.”

gasping, you flick his forehead, “you said you loved my cooking!”

[mythica0]

I have the silliest idea holy shit omg

This involved a but of soft Jax AND lee!jax WHAT A COMBO‼️‼️

So like I have this hc that jax is deathly afraid of super duper loud bangs like fireworks and thunderstorms, there's fireworks or a thunderstorm outside of the circus and jax is hiding wanting it to go away, then someone comes in (character of ur choice but this would fit ragatha) and tickles him to make him feel better and to distract him from the storm

Also hi how are you I hope you're doing well💖💖💖

- X3 anon

Soft side

🎂: TADC

🧁: Jax

🍫:Caine

Summary: during a digital thunderstorm(however that works), none of the circus members have seen Jax leave his room. Caine goes to check on him and sees something… unexpected.

A/N: Thank you anon! This is so cute and I had to write it. Love me some cheer-up tkls. Enjoy! <3

Soft side

BOOM! CRACK! A digital thunderstorm raged outside. Dark clouds covered the sky and flashes of lightning appeared followed by loud rumbles of thunder.

The cast was sitting in the tent to stay out of the rain, but…

“Guys, is it just me or is it quiet?” Ragatha whispered, suspiciously.

Zooble rolled her eyes. “Yeah, it’s because Jax isn’t here. I don’t know why exactly, but I’ll take the lack of Tom-[BEEP]-ery.

Pomni raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “Huh. I wonder why he’s hiding in his room. Maybe he’s planning a scheme…” the conversation trailed off and the group continued to chat amongst themselves.

On the other side of the tent, Caine heard this conversation. Had Jax really not shown up today? That was unusual for the Rabbit, if only because he liked to, as he put it, “watch funny things happen to people.”

Caine thought he better go check on the bunny before starting todays adventure. As cooky as he was, Caine did actually care about his circus members and wanted to see them happy in the digital plane. And for some reason he was concerned about Jax.

He floated down the hallway and knocked on Jax’s door. “Jax? Do I have permission to enter?”

No response came out of the room, other than a soft whimpering sound. Another BOOM rang out from the thunder, and Caine heard a startled “Ah!” And a slight whine coming from inside the room.

Worried something might have happened, Caine teleported inside the room, concerned. “Jax!”

At the voice, Jax looked up. He wasn’t hurt at all, which relieved Caine… but- something was off.

He was holding his long ears flat against his head, and small tear tracks rolled down his digital face.

“Wha- what are you doing here, dentures?” Jax tried to put on a brave face, but his voice waivered and broke. Once again thunder roared and Jax made a noise of fear, jumped a bit and held his ears even closer to his head.

Caine’s eyes gained an understanding and he sat next to the rabbit.

“You don’t like thunderstorms, huh?”

“What’s it matter to yo-u.” Jax sniffed.

“Well, I don’t like seeing my cast scared, Jax.”

“I’m not scared!” Jax lashed out, offended at the prospect. “I’m fine!”

“Hmm…” Caine thought of a way he could cheer up the bunny, without making him more angry, and he had the perfect idea.

As subtly as he could, Caine reached his hand over and gently poked Jax’s side.

A squeak came out of the rabbit and he turned to look at the ringmaster. “What-What was that about?”

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.

“Bull[BEEP].”

Caine’s smile grew mischievously. “You know how I feel about swearing mister!” Caine started to quickly scribble Jax’s stomach, making silly noises as he did so.

Slowly Jax regained his usual toothy smile, giggles slipping out of his throat.

“Cahahahaine! Cohohme ohohon! Whyhyhy?!”

“Not so scared anymore, aren’t ya? Tkltkltkl!”

“Oh shuhuhut ihihit!”

“Ooo~ you’re gonna get it, now!” Caine stopped for a moment and pulled his cane from his hat. He waved it like a wand, and a small pink light emerged from it, engulfing Jax in its glittery light.

Immediately Jax’s laughter intensified.

“Whahahahat eveheEHEN IHIHIS THIHIHIS!”

“Introducing my TICKLE RAY 9000! Guaranteed to make even the most grumpy of people laugh really hard!” He spoke in an advertising voice.

“OHOHO MYHYHY GOHOHOD, YohohOU AHare RIDIHICulohohous!”

“Thank you!” Caine winked.

“QUHUHIHIT IHIHIT!”

“Hmm.. if you admit you were scared. It’s okay to be scared! Everyone has fears, even tough little rabbits like you.”

“OHO COHOHOME OHON! Thahats soho MeHEAN!”

Jax started to have tears of joy prick in his yellow eyes from all the laughing. He would never admit it, ever, but this was helping.

“C’mon Jax! You can do it! Tktktktktktktktk!”

“PLeheheHEASe!”

“You know what you have to say!”

“OhoKAHAY fihiHINE! I wahahahas scahahared! Ihim scahahahred ohof thuhunder Stohohorms ahahare yohOU hahahappy NOHOw!”

“Yes. Very. Almost as much as you right now.” Caine teased, turning off his magical little tickle beam.

“You ready to go start todays adventure!”

“Yeheah, yeah just give me a sec.” Jax said, tiredly.

I guess both Caine and Jax had an unexpected soft side.

[atom-writings]

(Hetalia Main 8 x Reader) Finding out their future S/O likes them through... unconventional means!

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~ A/N anon i hope u do not mind i changed the scenario the slightest bit so theyre not all the same. Also ur english is fine dont wrry!! <3 also srry for the wait ):

Trigger Warning: Implications about reader that might be wrong, Ivan is kind of invasive, awkwardness? Other than that, just fluff!

One day, you and one of your closest friends went out to a local restaurant to hang out. You two talked for hours and hours, about everything and anything. Of course, during that time your love life came up. That part of your life has always been complicated, and you couldn’t think of a better person to talk it through with. Lately, you’d become entranced with your good friend Alfred. Everything about him drove you wild, and you could talk about him for hours.

But little did you know, the restaurant you love just happens to be one of his favourites too. So, a couple of booths away, he sat. At first, he tried not to intrude, but he couldn’t help but perk up upon hearing his name.

He doesn’t confront you with this immediately. In fact, he’s gonna keep that to himself as long as he can stand to. Which, probably isn’t that long.

He finds it very entertaining to watch your reaction to him… very subtly flirting. Leaning over your shoulder more than he needs to, brushing hands when you’re walking together, offering you his jacket…

Of course, he knows why you’re blushing, but you don’t know that he does. Isn’t that what makes it so much fun?

Eventually he’ll actually ask you out. But for now, he’ll just enjoy having this… power over you <3

When you decided to invite your friends over to play a new board game, you had no choice but to invite Arthur over as well. Your feelings towards him maybe have been… complicated… but you couldn’t deny that any gathering felt lonely without him. Even if he could easily defeat all of you in any strategy game.

When you began playing, you all began quickly immersed. Your eyes couldn’t leave the game, and even a second away could cost you everything. So when Arthur lost a turn, it was only natural that he was forced to retrieve something for the group. You asked him to grab something from your room. However, that thing just happened to be right next to your trash can. 

When he finally found what he was looking for, it had fallen on top of the trash. As he picked it up, it revealed a crumpled-up letter underneath. Looking over his shoulder, he unfolded it. But scribbled hastily on that letter were the details of your true feelings towards a certain British gentleman…

He’s going to be blushing and panicking immediately. Leaves swiftly with next to no explanation (he’s gonna beat himself up later for that one-)

He’ll bring it up next time you meet. Of course, casually. He doesn’t want to pressure you, especially since he feels a little guilty about how he found out.

But thank god he did find out because he’d be much too scared of rejection otherwise. Asking you out feels incredibly vulnerable, but this way, both of you are happy.

Although it had never been in your nature to reach out… you had come to a breaking point. Your feelings towards your friend, Francis, had become an issue. But considering how embarrassing it was to admit, asking your friends for advice was out the question. You would have to do it anonymously.

So, on a warm Saturday afternoon, you decided to call into a small English-speaking talk radio. You were visiting France, just for him, and hoped that the native Parisian host may be able to provide a unique perspective on how to proceed. Perhaps there was some… cultural barrier between you two?

So when you began describing your predicament, you couldn’t stop. Before you knew it you were gushing about your love for Francis. But in your haste, his name slipped out. You paused, right before on the other end, a familiar voice said your name.

Naturally, as soon as he finds out, he’s all in. He’s immediately asking you out and showering you in all the compliments he’s had to internalize (on air even-)

He’s gonna be a bit awkward just in the way that it’s hard for him to understand any reservations you may have. You’re both head over heels for each other, isn’t that enough?

Of course, it’s not. You hadn’t even planned to reveal your feelings yet, it was just a misunderstanding! Although it’s a dream to him, your uncomfortableness is no surprise. Set some boundaries, and he’ll be the most perfect boyfriend you could ever ask for.

Yao always loved sharing his culture with you. One of his favourite ways to do so was through cooking! You had never been that much into cooking, but with him, it seemed much easier and way more fun. So when he invited you over to teach you a new traditional Chinese dish, you couldn’t say no. Even if you felt a little… awkward around him now.

But you considered that maybe, that day, you could finally tell him how you felt. Maybe then wouldn’t have to deal with that awkwardness, and possibly even end up with him, in a more romantic sense. But if he rejected you… the awkwardness would be ten-fold. You had no idea what to do! Luckily, you could always consult your friends.

So, while you and Yao cooked, you also texted your friends for advice… discreetly, of course. But as you two got more and more invested in your meal, you forgot about all your troubles. And by extension, your friends trying to give you advice. You even got so distracted that you forgot your phone on his kitchen table, and when he picked it up to investigate, he found your friend’s text thread telling you to confess.

He’s going to panic immediately. This isn’t how he wanted to find this out! It makes him feel all guilty… like he invaded your privacy. Obviously, he’s a little excited but still!

So he has no choice but to pretend he didn’t see anything. If you ask him about it, you’ll get nothing but denial. 

As soon as the time is right, and it’s not obvious that he already knew you’d say yes, he’ll ask you out himself. If anything, this incident will just be a little bump in the road to you guy’s eventual relationship. Honestly, he may still deny it even after you’re dating. It’s just… embarrassing for the both of you.

Although you had only been friends for a short time, it felt as if you and Ivan had been together for years. When he asked to come over to your home for the first time, it came as a shock. Not because you didn’t want him to, but simply because you assumed he had already come over! You had spent a lot of time at his home already, so it felt natural

While you gave him the short tour, he couldn’t help himself but ask question after question. It seemed as if he was investigating your whole life based on your possessions. But considering how much you knew about him, you felt completely comfortable sharing. While you regaled him with the stories of your, relatively short, life so far he listened intently. Soaking in every detail and never looking away from you. In fact, he seemed so enthusiastic about you, you started to become flustered. You had been able to keep your feelings under control for most of your time spent together, but this was proving too much. No one else had ever paid as much attention to you as he had.

Soon enough, you had no choice but to excuse yourself from his overwhelming presence. But while you tried to busy yourself in another room, he was drawn to the beautiful journey laying on your desk. Although he knew it to be wrong, he couldn’t help but flip through a couple of pages. Unfortunately for everyone involved, those few pages just happened to detail your romantic feelings towards the Russian reading them.

Ivan, despite the way he found out, will be ecstatic! Absolutely no shame about how he found out about your feelings. Immediately rushes over to you and nearly tackles you to the ground in a hug.

At that point, he’s not even asking you out. You like him as well, so you’ll agree with no questions asked, right?

Despite that, he won’t take any reservations too personally. He’ll always be happy now that he knows you feel the same as him. Whatever that means for you.

He doesn’t even think about how invasive and uncomfortable it might’ve been for you to have him find out in such a personal way. But he’ll promise to never do it again, don’t worry.

One thing that no one could deny about Italy, was that it was beautiful. Romantic architecture, perfect coastlines, its culture burst at the seams, and you couldn’t get enough of it. You were so possessed by its beauty that you couldn’t help falling into the local superstitions around it. In specific, you found yourself believing in wishes. By your friend Feliciano’s house, there was a beautiful, centuries-old fountain that locals wished in.

Normally, you wouldn’t believe in such things. But day by day you felt more desperate. You were in love with your friend, but you couldn’t risk losing him just because you wanted a little bit more. Although he acted quite affectionate with you, he did the same for everyone. All you wanted was for Feliciano to take the first step, for him to understand without words, or anything at this point!

So you went down to the fountain, bringing just one euro coin to sacrifice. It was in the evening, so only a few people remained in the square, leaving you almost alone. You wished out loud, confessing your true feelings to the world, in a desperate plea for them to come true. But little did you know, Feliciano had come with the same idea.

Oh, he’s definitely confronting you right away. Him being there while you confess has to be fate, there’s no other explanation!

He’s very smooth about it though. He’ll ask you out, but with no strings attached. By the end of the whole ordeal, you won’t feel embarrassed in the slightest. It’s almost like he has practice dealing with this kind of thing…

All he can think is how romantic this whole situation is. It’s like something out of a movie, and a perfect fairytale romance is all he’s ever wanted. Hopefully, you do too <3 

Ludwig had always been a smart man. That was one of your favourite things about him. When you worked with him, it felt as if anything was possible. Even when he struggled, he would comfort you and promise that together, the solution would become clear. So when you had no idea where to start on your essay, he was the first person you asked to help.

So, early in the afternoon, he came over to your home. Laying out his own preliminary research, you couldn’t help but laugh. Somehow, in half the time, he was able to find double the information you could. But he wasn’t embarrassed, simply choosing to ignore your reaction and begin walking you through the writing process.

With his he;[, you couldn’t help but get on quite a roll. Any distractions faded away, and it felt as if every second could be used to it’s fullest extent. So when you needed a specific piece of information you had noted down before, you asked him to retrieve it. But when he grabbed the notebook you had asked him for, he opened it to reveal dozens of notes… about him. Even with little hearts dotting each line! 

He is so excited. I mean, he’s so freaked out about it he feels like he’s gonna pass out, but in a good way! It’s pretty adorable, he’s all flushed and can’t help but start stimming.

Next time you see him, he’s gonna try his best to ask you out and reveal that he feels the same. But, the first time, he might panic and dip out. 

He worried you’re gonna judge him for how he realized you liked him as well, and reject his advances. If you did he’d never live it down-

As much as he loved you, he did not love your friends. Kiku would come to anything you invited him to, regardless of the fact that every time he would end up playing video games alone in your room. While everyone partied outside, he found the noise unbearable. But the fact that you didn’t question his decision to isolate, and even made an effort to still hang out with him alone, was one of his favourite things about you.

But one time, during one of those gatherings, he turned into a side room early. It had been a hard day for him, but still seeing you was his first priority. Right before he put his headphones on, he overheard someone saying his name from outside the door. 

The longer he listened, the colder he felt. Two of your friends were commenting on his behaviour, calling him strange and awkward. One questioned why he had even been invited, remarking that he didn’t fit into the group. He was about to interrupt their conversation when you joined their mean-spirited discussion.

But you didn’t agree with them, oh no. You told them that he was always invited because regardless of their rude opinions. Because, well, you loved him. More than just a friend would.

Oh, this is so awkward for him.  And you. What a situation! He’s so worried about what to do. He likes you a lot too, he keeps catching himself daydreaming about you… holding your hand, kissing your cheek, being in love with each other… but there’s no way you feel the same! He must have misheard!

He’s definitely not gonna bring up what he heard. As far as you’re aware, he knows absolutely nothing. And he’s trying his best to-

I seriously doubt he’d be the one who asked you out first, regardless of the situation. All this has done is make him doubt everything more. Just do him a favour and be direct, won’t you?

[ghouljams]

rereading ur aus and seeing so many ppl share their ocs made me want to join the dance line ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ (this is my first ask non-anon and prolly like my third ever ask so sorry for the word jumble, im nerVOUS).

I think I will name my little blorbo Stitch. The reason for her name is that she sells handmade plushies online (+ works part time at the local art store to make ends meet) and she gets hurt easily that it isn't too surprising for her to get stitches the various falls and cooking injuries. She's neighbors with Love and they get along very well (girlys with more than a few screws loose) and even gifted a green teddy bear to cabbage when she found out abt the changeling. Stitch is fully human, and at first it was for shits and giggles but it quickly became set that she had like, no magic. nothing. empty like a brick. It's to the point where, idk, I hope this works in this world, even the most normal human at least gets goosebumps/bad feeling (brush it off as the weather or just life stress) when faes are around, but she just don't feel shit. She doesn't have nor retains any magic, so faes can still get hooks in her, but like too strong of a tug and it would *physically* come straight off. Hence her random injuries, and the depth of the injury will depend on the weight of the tether. Tapping doesnt work on her either but it does make her throw up and physically ill.

Still figuring out how this would've happened, but so far my fav idea is that a fae scared her so bad as a child that something went wrong. I know this is mixing cultures, but my mum once told me (and i cannOT for my life find online material supporting this belief) that in the chinese culture one of the ways they explain why children see shit is because they retain the most connections to the Heaven Realm as newly reincarnated subjects (and the connection fades with age and blah blah). So maybe Stitch was seeing the faes so vividly that shit wrecked her to the point a screw goes loose (mentally, emotionally, magically (??) and physically (her hair grows gray now)).

The mental image that started this all is just Stitch walking in the streets looking like a fucking porcupine with all the tethers attached to her and maybe Konig passing by feeling confused that this human?? showed absolutely?? no sign of discomfort (which i assume should be unusually in his presence)??? Ghost once tried (for the first and last time) touching one of the hooks when she was chatting with Love and watches in slight horror (and surprised) as she starts bleeding from a cut on her arm as the hook disappears. Stitch just slaps duct tape (the only thing she had with her) over the wound to stop the blood with a big ol' grin and "It happens :)". 1fae1 def heard abt this incident and maybe even Price is befuddled

Once again, sorry for the word vomit, hope u at least enjoyed reading this mess and here's a giggle scribble of Stitch and Ghost + her dumb ugly mug <3

Love love love love love Stitch.

My Sister's OC Hell is also neighbors with Love, so join the party!!

Yeah people like Stitch exist in the fae au and I have not gotten a chance to talk about them because most of the darlings have fairly run of the mill human shit going on. BUT The humans that have just zero magic, and don't retain magic to any degree are called "Sinks". Y'know because the magic just sort of sinks into them and is lost forever. The fae are a little iffy around Sinks because yeah their hooks don't catch them right, and I think even for Witch it's like walking past a hole in reality.

Konig would be very confused, Sinks aren't super common and he would probably follow poor Stitch for a while just trying to figure out what was going on. At least Ghost has to play nice because Love likes Stitch. Love would like Stitch a LOT. Mostly because she's like a golden retriever, but also because she would be so excited to have someone to craft with! Yes, please come over to her flat and sew while she journals, here hold to baby so she doesn't get fussy, no don't worry about Ghost staring he just does that.

[slasher-male-wife]

hhghjf could u please write ur take on Rz myers, billy loomis or vincent sinclair meeting their s/o for the first time? Like an s/o thats kind of oblivious to their whole deal and theyre just fascinated by them!! 🥺🥺

You bet your ass I can. I’m gonna do all three cause I feel like it and like I’m just happy to have another request. I hope you enjoy anon

Michael Myers 

I feel like you two would first meet when he’s stalking you. Probably on Halloween. You’d see him in his mask and invite him in. He’d be confused but go it. You’d have him sit down and he’d just stare at you confused.

You’d make him tea and try to talk to him, getting lost in his blue eyes and long brown hair. “Oh can you not talk?” You’d probably ask. He’d nod and you’d go get a paper and pen for him to write on.

Murdering you would be a long gone idea now because he wants to see where this goes probably. 

“So what’s your name?” You ask. Michael scribbles it down and shows you. “Michael. I heard the legend about this guy Michael Myers. Killed his sister as a kid and broke free and killed countless other people too. Poor guy you know? Like what drew him to do that.” You sip your tea and look back a the mountain of a man in your kitchen. You give him a warm smile and he just looks down at you. He set the kitchen knife he had with him on the table. Too curious about where this would go to kill you. “Did you make that mask yourself?” You ask. He nods and you light up. “Oh I love crafty men. I made some masks too for this sfx gig I had for a movie. I do it on the side because I don’t make much money from it but it’s so much fun. I really like when I get to use the fake blood. Something about it just looks so pretty. Oh and there’s this edible kind that tastes like chocolate. I was in a low budget one of those movies as a little side character who got a ax to the forehead.” You keep going on and on and Michael just sits there listening. The urge to kill you fading slowly.  

Billy Loomis 

I feel like if he took a liking to you he’d start to low key stalk you. Like find out where you like to go and stuff and like find where you’re most vunrable. 

He’d plan out a way to kill you specially and you’d ruin it by like complimenting him and he’s just caught so off guard. 

You walk down the back alley your step sister told you that would get you to school quicker when you trip on something. Before you hit the ground someone’s there to stop you. You don’t see the knife in his back pocket as you stand up and face him. He’s got glowing brown eyes and short brown hair. He looks so charming. “Watch out there hun don’t wanna get hurt.” He says. All you can do is stupidly nod back and smile. 

“Yeah um good thing a handsome guy like you caught me. I’m Y/N.” You say. He’s a bit shocked by the compliment but keeps his cool. 

“I’m Billy. I noticed you around school this week. You new or something?” He asks. You nod. 

“I am yeah. I’ve been looking for someone to help me like navigate this town. My dad recently remarried and we moved out here. I would really appreciate if a cute boy like you helped me learn my way around here.” He flushes a bit pink and smiles.  

“Well let me help you out then.” He grabs your hand and you smile. The two walk on, talking and laughing.

Vincent Sinclair

I feel like you’d see him on accident. Like you’re at the house of wax and he’s upstairs on accident and you’re just try to talk to him.

He’d be so confused about why you like him but he’d get this feeling he should keep you around.

He’ll use basic sign language and probably write stuff down.

You open the door to the House of wax in this small town. Looking around you find very realistic wac sculptures. Everything is made out of wax. “ Hello?” You ask looking around. You walk into what looks like a dining room. You notice a big man with long black hair. The left side of his face looks off but you’re still entranced by his beauty. “Hello, I’m sorry I’m just looking around,” You notice wax all over him, “Did you make these?” You ask. He nods. You smile and look around.

“They’re really good man. Are you Vincent?” You ask. He nods again. “Your brother Lester mentioned you. Talked about a pair of knives he made you. I must say you’re a lot more handsome then I was expecting.” He freezes unsure what to do. No ones ever flirted with him before. “Can you talk?” You ask. He shakes his head. “Oh can you sign? I know a little.” He nods and signs ‘Are you going to hurt me’. You shake your head. “Of course not. I’m Y/N. You live in a lovely town Vincent. You’re very talented.”

‘Thank you.’ He signs. ‘You can stay here, if you want.’ He signs. “Oh thank you, I’m hitch hiking around so a place to stay would be nice. I just need a permanent place. Maybe near here. It’s peaceful out here.” ‘Very quiet. Not many people.’ He signs. You smile. “I’m desperate for a quiet place to stay. Especially if there’s cute guys like you.” The last urge to kill you faded right there. He doesn’t necessarily trust you, just something about you stops him from hurting you.

[mxwhore]

You dont have to answer this you can basketball it into the garbage if it makes u feel worse bc my opinion is not important enough for anyone to be sad over but.

I love your art. I love your scribbles. As an artist we all worry about wanting to be BETTER and be like OTHER artists, but YOURE the artist i kick my feet at when i see sketches. An artist i enjoy the work of enough to not know shit all about tma but care through how much love you but in it. I dont need or want GOOD art from you, especially if you dont have the energy to give it through big sweeping paintings that might not be as fun. Your art looks like its fun for YOU. And that makes it fun for ME. Thats why i follow you. and if occasionally something looks wonky because art will not be perfect 100 perfect of the time than i am comforted in seeing an artist i enjoy go from the same mistakes i do, to the beauty i hope to achieve one day. I dont want perfect tiktok arts. I came here for you.

Ok sorry that was a lot for an anon by drink water hope u have a nice night and good weed

This ask actually pushed me to draw my dumb TMA x ASOIAF crossover, thank you sm anon

[slimeylee]

4 with bbh and skeppy!!

omg i was actually sent one no way /s

ty anon!!! im not sure if u wanted lee skeppy n ler bbh or lee bbh and ler skeppy however-- i find usually the lee is stated first n the ler is stated after so im going to do lee bbh and ler skeppy

tho if u want a version of 4 with lee skeppy n ler bad i can totally do that :D

4. “Big talk for someone whos about to get tickled.” . skeppy bbh

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"Big talk for someone who's about to get tickled." Skeppy leaned forwards from his spot behind Bad, gently tazering his friends sides. "What?- Wh- wahaaait- Skeppy!" Bad yelped, covering his mouth and squirming side to side. His tail wagged quickly, hitting Skeppy in the thigh every few seconds.

Skeppy grinned, moving down to squeezing Bad's hips. "AaaaAH, No! SkEHEppy! Nohohot thehehere!" Bad giggled. "Buut Baaaaaaad.. I like this spot!" Skeppy whined and frowned, spidering up Bad's sides and scratching into the hallows of bads underarms. "sGeHEHEPPY! NoooohoHOHOO!" Bad squealed. Skeppy looked down at Bad's tail, which gently but rapidly wagged and hit his calve repeatedly which, he will admit, was ticklish but not to the point he'd start laughing.

Skeppy moved down his sides again, and scribbled over Bad's stomach. "Nahahat thEHEHehere! Myhyhyhy tuhuHUMMmmy is sohoho baaAd! sGehEHEHEppy!" Bad flailed his arms around, and Skeppy was surprised that Bad was able to admit that. "Tiiiiickle, tickle, Baaaad!" Skeppy grinned before realizing that Bad hadn't told him once to stop, nor tried to drive away from the situation.

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bad is totally the kind of person to adooore recieving and giving tickles and i will die on this fuckin hill man

hope u enjoyed it, i dont write for skeppy a lot and have a lot of inaccurate lee skeppy fics in my drafts

ty anon btw i didnt think i would get anyone to send me any lol

aaaand

slimey out

-slime

[colgatebluemintygel]

I have seen many videos from MCR gig on tiktok and it makes me happy to know that you were there!!!! I hope you had the best night!!!!

Also: drop some book recs, I read everything

oh my god anon it was AMAZINGGG <3333 it all felt soo deeply surreal and i'm still not totally convinced that it actually happened. such a full circle moment too; from my bandom years to now <3 it's funny how little has changed, actually. and just !!!!!!!!! AGH. i've seen so many other bands over the years i can say with the fullest confidence that nothing has even come close to mcr (fob was maybeee the closest, but that was also just extra special because i was 17 and in paris with my best friend <3). also side note !! i genuinely was not aware that nz held so many emos. we all b hiding. twas truly heartwarming stuff <3

AH omg okay. well! because i am to my core both a goth and an annoying ex english major: frankenstein and dracula. they both make me crazy. i will say: i prefer the start of dracula to the end (and i have also written several scathing essays about the way stoker handles female sexuality and otherness) but! i still love it <3 i read it for the first time when i was 21, and it fully fully took me back to that spooky childhood conception of vampires, and i fucking loved it. with frankenstein, i was honestly a little bit underwhelmed the first time i read it, but i revisited it a few years ago and saw the light !! in fact, i'm planning a frankenstein inspired fic so........ if that tells you anything :-))) (also shout out 2 carmilla!!!!! they are in love :-) )

fantasy is possibly my favourite genre! possibly...(chronically indecisive</3)! and two books that i always always come back to are the name of the wind by patrick rothfuss and the priory of the orange tree by samantha shannon! both are popular for good reason! i really enjoy the prose in both of them. and, like howl, i have pulled out the name of the wind on nights out and recited the first chapter to anyone who would listen (nobody<3 but i was entertained). also the lies of locke lamora <3 fantasy venice! heists!

THE LEFT HAND OF DARKNESS makes me go actually crazy and i'm going to stop myself here because i will type out an essay and i honestly don't have time for that rn <3 but take my word for it! in general i love le guin. the earthsea books are also WONDERFUL and they have strong jungian leanings and it is!! excellent.

something ever so slightly left of field: faces in the water by janet frame. i read it when i was 16 and it changed my whole perception of what writing could be (so did invisible monsters by chuck palahniuk. (tho my motivations in reading palahniuk were, admittedly, emo motivated. if u know, u know)). i have slightly mixed feelings about some of frame's other books, but she is unquestionably! a genius! such an incredible writer, and whenever i read one of her books i am always in awe. it's a similar feeling to reading woolf in that regard. which..... yes! speaking of woolf! mrs dalloway is my current favourite <3 i'm not much of an annotator, other than underlining sentences i like and dog-earing the bottoms of pages if i REALLY like them, but my copy of mrs dalloway is full of those AND smudgy little pencil scribbles. all v incoherent. but v telling of how heavily i was vibing with it

also left of field and not Technically a book (but what i Would consider digital literature): kentucky route zero! i recently played/read it, and it blew my mind beyond comprehension. and yessss while it is technically a video game, it's a literary game in every sense of the term <3 so i will include it here

okayyyy that's all for now xxxx i racked my brain to think of a romance novel that i love, because i LOVE romance, but honestly nothing is coming 2 mind... may return with a rec.

[inkykeiji]

bro, imagine a scenario of Prof! Keigo getting jealous when reader becomes invested and attentive to other professors. ofc the ohso innocent reader didn't mean to make him so jealous (or did they?).

Keigo just hates how he can't control his emotions and how he could be manipulated by reader who spares him only the smallest amount of attention. I'd love to see the scumbag and arrogant professor get a taste of his own medicine. 😈

I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS AAAAAH and don’t you worry anon, in the dark academia fic you WILL see prof keigo get quite a hefty dose of his own medicine hehehehe 🙊 not with other profs tho so!! i wrote u something small that, tbh, kinda veers off into angst and away from your prompt, because i feel like all i write lately is prof keigo being super mean and punishing and wanted to explore him being a lil more vulnerable <3 i hope u still enjoy it tho, and i hope you really really enjoy the main series when it comes out!! <333

tw: student professor relationship, jealousy, lil bit of angst, lil bit of sap | words: 608

It’s stupid—he knows it’s stupid, knows he’s being a fucking idiot, knows none of it is true; mere fabrications whispered to him by jealousy, crawling through his brain. It’s stupid, but he can’t seem to help it, unable to keep himself from snapping and snarking at you, responding to your genuine questions with sarcasm and regarding you with skepticism when you answer his.

At first, you don’t know what the heck his problem is, why he’s acting so rude, so suspicious, hawk-like eyes observing you carefully, scrutinizing your features as he hunts for lies and falsities.

It’s only when he seethes out an answer to another of your sincere questions, one warm winter afternoon in his office, asking if you’re fucking stupid and conjuring a thin film of tears to shield your eyes and a sharp gasp to claw its way up your throat, looking as though he had physically slapped you, that he realizes just how awful he’s been, something cracking and piercing in his chest with each of your quiet little sniffles.

Because, really, it isn’t your fault. He knows this, too, tries in vain to remind himself of it, but it’s hard when memories—phantom echoes of other professors’ voices—float around his brain in a dense haze, talking about your talent as a scholar, your sweet nature, your surprising intellect and tenacity, voices drenched in pure adoration. It’s not as if they were being inappropriate when they spoke these compliments, either, true and honest in all of their comments, authentic admiration sown into their tones when they discussed how much of a joy it is to have you in a class, what a treat it is to have you visit office hours armed with intriguing questions that challenge their notions and force them to defend their positions, what a privilege it is to teach a student like you.

And he knows they just appreciate you, knows they only respect you as an academic, knows you aren’t fucking any other professors—yet he’s powerless to curb the spikes of envy that tear through his chest at the thoughts, incapable of quieting the wispy ghosts of these sentiments that morph from honour and esteem to horny and erotic as they swirl around in his skull.

Heat seeps into his cheeks as he apologizes in a mumble, as he tells you what’s actually bothering him, eyes fixated on the pen he’s twirling between his fingers, unable to meet your gaze. He half expects you to laugh, because he knows he’s the one being absurd; half expects you to get angry, upset, offended at such a thought—an accusation, almost; a crude misinterpretation of your character—instinctively wincing as the last of his explanation tumbles from his lips, anticipating your reaction.

But you surprise him, just like you always do, with a soft sigh and a gentle grin, climbing into his lap to cuddle against his chest and nuzzle into his neck, fingers tangling in the curls at the nape of his neck as you reassure him that he’s cute, but don’t worry, you’re fine and it’s nice to see him show some natural human insecurity—to know he’s not actually a robot and it’s okay to ask for reassurance sometimes, y’know.

The words ease the tension that’s been building in his chest, heavy and suffocating, and for the first time in weeks, he feels like he can breathe again, body oozing into your touch, more and more and more with each tender affirmation whispered into his flesh and every sweet kiss pressed to his skin and, God, he thinks he might be in love with you.

[its-deputy-caleb]

Do you have any headcanons for how the gang (or just Arthur, Josiah, and Micah if that’s too much) would react when something makes their s/o or crush, who is usually very stoic or even gloomy, burst out laughing? Sorry if that doesn’t make sense, but I adore your blog!!

ahh thank u anon! ur so sweet! <3333 i was very excited to do this since i've never done josiah but he's one of my favourite characters so i'd love to do more with him! sorry these are a little short, i might add the others later but for now pls enjoy these :))

Arthur

Arthur noticed from day one that you’re often quiet and more stoic around camp or out on jobs. In some ways he loves this side of you. He loves seeing how badass and intimidating you can be and he even enjoys the peaceful silences with you.

Now Arthur is the biggest gentleman and he prides himself on being able to make people happy. That’s why when he sees your face light up with laughter when the two of you are out on a robbery, he can’t stop smiling himself.

He’s literally addicted to your laugh and always finds moments to brighten your day and watch you smile.

One night you find his journal and inside is a portrait of you laughing along with other sketches and scribbles stating just how much he loves seeing you happy.

Josiah

Josiah is naturally theatrical and over the top which comes as a surprise to the other members of the gang since you’re practically the opposite. Regardless of this, you two are the perfect couple and even better partners in crime.

When you’re out on the road with him, he’ll talk for hours about all sorts of strange people he’s met and funny tales of his cons to see you smile but they never make you laugh in the way he’d hope.

“Common now my dear, laughter is good for the soul!”

He finally gets to see you laugh probably the worst time when you’re out on a job together. You’re in a fancy saloon awaiting a high stakes poker game, the two of you slow dancing to play up that you’re a couple “on a holiday down from New York looking to gamble away some earnings in oil”.

He whispers some totally lame joke about one of the security guards and for some reason you burst out into laugher which may have caused your covers to be blown but Josiah didn’t care when he finally got to hear your beautiful laugh he’d been so desperate to hear.

Micah

Micah likes to boast around camp that the two of you are grouchy and gloomy together. In his mind it makes him look tough since his sweetheart is as mysterious and stoic as him but deep down he wants so badly to hear you laugh.

He tries anything and everything to get you to laugh but he fails miserably, although he’ll deny ever trying in the first place.

In the end it was nothing that he did on purpose that got you to laugh, instead you two were drunkly heading back to camp when he got caught on a tree and slipped right of his saddle that got you laughing.

Sure the whiskey in your system probably helped coax it from you but that didn’t matter when Micah blushed bright red from falling off Baylock. He never really minded though because hearing you laugh was like music to his ears and it’s safe to say you’re the only one that could ever make his heart skip a beat from just a giggle.

[basilly]

Helloo 😏 sorry I feel powerful on anon-

Congrats on 750!! Could I please ask for a Quackity drabble and the bakery!au (so probably irl if that isn't too bothersome)? Also maybe the reader (she/her pronouns as well if you don't mind) is sort of awkward and doesn't have many friends or much going on in her life? Idk if that last part helps you with more inspiration for the drabble I've literally never requested before I'm sorry but thank u for the reading content you both provide us

. hii haha yes anons are great! thank you sm for the reuqest and for participating in my event! i hope you enjoy! The request was perfect, tysm

. pronouns: she/her

. basilly’s 750 follower event!

The sweet smell of vanilla and sugar filled the air, warmth radiating from the ovens. Quackity rang up yet another customer as the door opened, allowing a chilly draft in. He glanced up, a nervous figure had walked in.

“Hello! Welcome to Ducky Bakery! How can I help you today?” “Oh- uhm”

As you ordered, he noticed your nervous habits, short statements, but overall how adorable he thought you were. He was not one to fall in love at first glance, but there was something about you he couldn’t put his finger on. 

As he prepared your order, he noticed how you kept awkwardly glancing out the window, wondering if you were waiting for anyone. Picking up your order, he made his way to your table.

“Here you are- are you waiting for anyone?” “Oh sorry, no, I’m often alone” “Ah ok, well, I hope you enjoy”

Trying not to be creepy, Quackity caught himself taking a bunch of small glances in your direction. You had seemed a bit tense the entire time, not an ounce relaxed. He decided to bring you a refill of your drink and pastry and maybe strike up a conversation.

“Hey, just wanted to bring you a second drink and a snack, you doing alright? You look a bit tense.” “Ah, yea sorry I’m just an awkward person, don’t worry about it” “Oh okay, well if you need anything to make you less comfortable let me know.” “yea- I will, thanks”

You were slightly relieved after the cute- 

Oh he is cute.

The cute worker behind the counter asked if he could do anything. Trying to relax a bit, you take a sip of your new drink.

It tastes perfect.

Watching you from behind the counter, Quackity smiled once he saw your shoulders loosen a bit, enjoying the bakery as a whole. Watching your eyes soak up the sun and giving a soft glow on your face, he felt as though he needed to see you again. He quickly scribbled his name and number on a napkin.

“Are you done? Can I take your empty dishes?” “yea! Thank you so much again, the place is lovely” “No problem, uhm, if you want to come back or just hang out, send me a text”

Rapidly he takes off, dishes in hand, leaving you in a small shock. You take a glance down, seeing a cream napkin, with messy writing:

Alex Quackity: (***)-***-**** Are you a baker? Because I knead to know if you would go on a date with me?

[laylaswriting]

Let you go

Title: Let you Go

Pairing: Bo Burnham x fem!reader

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: None

Tags: bit of angst, bit of fluff, bit of h/c? I'm bad with genres sorry.

Prompt: I wrote this because I've been obsessed with the song let u go by Joey Knight which I highly recommend. Go! Listen! It will make the fic better I think haha.

A/N: I hope this won't suck, also I'm sorry I'm a sucker for sadness and friends to lovers. I'm so nervous writing fics about Bo haha I hope you'll like it! If you enjoyed drop me a comment or anon, it means a ton to me! 🥺💖 Also this is dedicated to the sweet anon who wanted more Bo fic, I hope you'll enjoy! ✨

‘Coffee for Robert?’ She called out, eyes searching the room to see if anyone came to pick up the hot drink.

‘(Y/N)?’ He asked in a low voice, making his way to her. She almost dropped the coffee when her eyes met his ocean blue ones, heart dropping to her stomach.

‘Bo?’ She whispered, look of disbelief spreading across her face. He stood in front of her, it looked like he got even taller since the last time she saw him. What was it? Maybe five years ago? His face hardened a bit too, his eyes lost a bit of their youthful shine.

‘I didn’t know you work here.’ He said, a shy smile spreading on his face, eyes trying to avoid hers.

‘I thought you were out of town or something.’ She replied, trying to cover up the raging emotions inside her. He tilted his head to the side and quickly raised his eyebrows.

‘Yeah, I’m just passing by I guess.’ He answered, taking the coffee and leaving the money in exchange on the counter.

‘It was great to see you!’ She told him, taking the money away, throwing the change in the tip jar.

‘You too, (Y/N).’ He said, a faint smile on his face as he turned away from her and left the coffee shop.

She quickly found her way to the back of the shop, where only the employees were allowed and threw her back to the wall, exhaling sharply. She could feel her insides tense up from the thoughts in her head. She hasn’t seen him in ages, she thought these feelings were long gone. She thought she was over him, the love of her life she never got to be with. The one that got away.

It was a weirdly unsettling, gloomy day for Bo. He held tight onto his coffee cup, walking fast down the street, on his way home. His other hand in his pocket, eyes locked on his name on the cup scribbled by her. His heart clenched at the thought of seeing her again after all these years. He didn’t exactly tell the truth in the coffee shop – he was not just passing by, he’s been staying in the city for quite a while now in his home. Tours were on hold, no more traveling around. Not like it used to be back then.

‘You’re joking!’ She said, excitement in her voice from the news.

‘I’ll be on the stage soon!’ He answered, his smile bright like a thousand suns, showing the all too familiar dimples on his face. She loved when he smiled – it was the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen.

‘I’m so happy for you, Bo!’ She threw her arms around her best friend’s neck, giving him a warm hug. He lifted her a bit, nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, smelling her shampoo briefly. He felt his heartbeat in his throat, the happiness taking over his entire body. He’s been working so hard for this, and it was finally happening.

‘The first show of the tour will be in the city, will you come to see me?’ He asked, while he lowered her to the ground, letting her go.

‘I would never skip your big break through!’ She said with a laugh in her voice. She was beautiful, her hair framing her face perfectly, her eyes sparkling and her lips forming a perfect smile. Bo caught himself staring at her in the afternoon light. He quickly looked away, a pale pink blush crawling up his cheeks. It would be the perfect time to kiss her – he thought briefly, before making the thought go away. He didn’t want to make things awkward. She probably didn’t love him anyway.

‘Don’t get ahead of yourself, it’s just one tour.’ He said, downplaying his achievement.

‘Don’t be defeatist, Burnham. Just don’t forget me when you’re famous!’ She answered, poking his chest.

His keys rattled in his hand as he tried to open the door, his heart clenching at the thought of that afternoon. He put his coffee cup on the counter next to his keys and leaned against it. He furrowed his brows and run a hand through his dark blonde hair, tugging at the roots a little.

The crowd cheered as the lights went up in the theatre. Bo raised one of his arms to do a little wave, then bowed to the audience and did this a few times. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, adrenaline and happiness flowing through his veins. He tilted his head to the side to sneak a peak of the backstage where she stood, clapping and jumping a little in excitement. She was adorable. He did a last short bow, then walked towards her, his huge steps closing the gap between them incredibly fast. His smile was wider than ever, eyes sparkling with happiness. He extended his arms for her, wrapped around her waist and lifted her in the air while letting out a small laugh. Her arms were around his neck, holding on to him like he could vanish any second. Her heart never felt so full.

‘You were amazing!’ She said as he put her down, eyes never letting her go.

‘I still can’t believe this is real!’ He answered, resting one of his hands on his hip, looking at her. It seemed impossible, but his heart picked up an even faster pace. Thoughts racing, taking all options into consideration. Should he kiss her now? Her eyes were searching his face, her smile brighter than ever.

‘Let me congratulate as well!’ He heard a voice interrupt his thinking. It was his manager, and the moment was gone. She stepped back a few steps, letting the two of them talk.

That was the last night he saw her. Bo was sitting in the kitchen, looking at his phone, slowly pressing both his palms against his eyes. He was wondering if she still had the same number as she used to. It would be an asshole move to call after all these years, right? He scratched his chin when he heard tiny footsteps approaching him. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his sweet little dog, Bruce.

‘Are you hungry bud?’ He asked while picking him up to his lap. He petted the small dog while his mind wandered. Did he even deserve a second chance? He pushed away the one person he loved the most and never apologized. He was too scared to face her again, but now that it happened, the possibility seemed more and more inviting. He could try to apologize, try to tell her the truth. Or should he leave her alone? Spare her from even more pain?

‘I know you’re extremely busy Bo, but I need my best friend!’ He heard her say on the other side of the line. A few months has passed since he was on the road. During that time, him and (Y/N) started to talk less and less. She tried her best to keep the two of them connected, but he shut himself off. The stress of being on the road started to be too much mixed with the pain he felt every time they talked. He knew she would never be his, and that dreading feeling made a home in his heart, which started to grow into resentment. It wasn’t logical, oh no. But he was young, stressed and confused. Love made people stupid and miserable, and it didn’t spare him either.

‘You’re being selfish now.’ He said in a low voice, pinching the bridge of his nose while holding his phone. He clenched his jaw as he felt his ears burning from a feeling that he couldn’t quite figure out. Anger maybe? He heard a small but audible gasp from the phone.

‘Are you kidding me?’ She asked, her voice changed in tone immediately. ‘I’ve never done anything but supported you! I’m not even asking for you to do the same Bo, I’m just asking you to make an effort to check in with me from time to time! You never call, never write unless I do first, and recently you’ve been ignoring me even then. Don’t even try to deny it.’ She said, her voice trembling, he could hear her holding the tears back, which made his eyes sting a bit as well.

‘I’m not –‘ He started, but she interrupted him.

‘I told you not to deny it.’ She snapped.

‘I’m not denying it.’ He answered, and it was as all emotions were erased from his voice. It surprised him as well as it surprised her. She didn’t say anything, just a small ‘oh’ was to be heard. He let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

‘Goodbye then.’ She said, hanging up the call. He threw the phone on the couch and buried his face into his hands.

He looked at the clock and saw that it was getting late. He looked at his phone again, then in a sudden decision he picked it up, tugged it in his pocket and left the house.

She was counting the money in the cash register when she heard the bell ring above the door.

‘We’re closing in five!’ She said without looking up, continuing to do her work. She heard footsteps approaching the counter and she saw the silhouette of a man standing in front of her from the corner of her eye. She let out a sigh and put the money back into the register, closing it up. She was never rude with guests, she was just a bit frustrated that day.

‘What can I get –‘ She started, but cut herself off when her eyes met his. She pressed her lips into a single line and rested her hands on the countertop, unconsciously tapping her foot on the ground.

‘Can I talk to you?’ He asked, almost like a whisper. His hands were in his pockets, his sweater’s sleeves rolled up on his arms.

‘I’m working, as you can see.’ She replied, pointing around herself.

‘Maybe I can wait until you finish?’ He answered with a question, hoping she would say yes. She was angry at him, he could see it in the way she looked at him and how she held herself. Tense, defensive. Not like how she used to be around him when they were younger. She let out a defeated sigh.

‘Fine. I’ll be out in ten minutes, meet me outside.’ He nodded and turned his back on her, walking out the shop. He walked a few steps away from the door, trying not to look awkward while waiting. He ran a hand through his hair, which she couldn’t help but notice from under her lashes. The all too familiar movement made her heart flutter. She finished closing up the shop and stepped out onto the cold autumn air, looking at him. He was looking at his feet when he noticed her, his eyes darting to her face immediately.

‘(Y/N).’ He said, stepping towards her. ‘I wanted to say I’m sorry.’ He left a short pause, being unsure what to say to her. Her face was unreadable, arms crossed, looking at him. Little did he know that her heart was beating in her chest in an incredible pace, waiting for him to continue. He made another step towards her, cautiously, like he was being afraid he could scare her away.

‘Do you think –‘ He started, closing his mouth mid-sentence. He still fought with his feelings, being unsure of what to say to her. The truth? ‘Do you think if I stayed everything would’ve been fine?’ He finally asked, her arms tightening around her chest.

‘I would never ask that from you.’ She replied quickly. ‘I always supported you, Bo. You being gone was not the issue.’ At that moment, he had nothing to lose. He already lost everything.

‘I should’ve told you I love you when I had the chance.’ He said, looking deeply into her eyes as she looked up on his face, her mouth open, tears gathering in her beautiful eyes. It broke his heart how much he made her suffer. ‘Not a day has passed when I didn’t think about you.’

Her tears started to flow on her face, the warm feeling contrasting with the cold air.

‘Bo, I’m so sorry.’ She whispered, reaching her arms for him. He noted the gesture, closing the gap between them immediately with one leap, wrapping one of his arms around her waist as he held her head from the back with the other. He leaned down, buried his face into her hair and neck, holding her like he never wanted to let go. Her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, tears flowing steadily, leaving a small wet spot on his sweater. He caressed her hair slowly, trying to calm her down.

When she pulled away for a second, she looked him in the eyes, their face almost touching. She searched his face, and there were a wide range of emotion in his eyes – relief, guilt, happiness, love. She looked at his lips for a second, then pressed her lips on them. The action took him by surprise, but he didn’t hesitate to return the kiss. His soft lips wandered on hers, his hug tightened even more, pulling her to him as close as possible. His hand cradled her head as he poured all his heart into the kiss. She’s never been kissed this good, his lips and tongue dancing with hers in perfect rhythm. She got so lost in the feeling she let out a small moan, bringing her hands up to his hair, which made him grin into the kiss.

‘I love you.’ He said, looking deep into her eye. ‘I was never brave enough to say. I planned to do this for so long. You were right there all along, and I couldn’t-‘ He rambled, and she kissed him again.

‘I wish you would have. You broke my heart, but I never stopped loving you.’ She said, and her saying this made his heart ache. How could he be so stupid. He kissed her again, and as he let go, he could see her hugging herself to warm up.

‘God, we should go. You are freezing.’ He said, concern filling his voice. He didn’t want to leave her though. Never again.

‘Do you want to –‘ She started, hesitating. ‘Do you want to walk me home?’ A bit of a cheeky smile showed on his face, looking away from her.

‘I would love to.’ He answered in a sweet voice, and they started to walk to her place.

Just as she stepped into the apartment and put her keys down, she turned to him, throwing her arms around his neck, hand digging into his hair. He couldn’t help himself but grin at her actions, bring his hands to her thighs and lift her up. His kiss was different than it was in front of the coffee shop. It was happy, curious and filled with want. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he held her with ease, taking a few steps towards the bedroom.

They were tangled in each other, they were two separate people, but at that moment that it felt like they were one. Hands wandering on each other’s body, lips crashing onto the other’s, biting lightly, sharp breaths and moans filling the heavy air. Heavy with unspoken words, guilt, pleasure.

‘I’ll never leave you again.’ He whispered into her ear. ‘If you want me to stay.’

‘I’ll never let you go.’ She answered, kissing him again.

[ticklishfiend]

Cool Beans (My Hero Academia)

Pairings : Lee!Ojiro / Ler!Bakusquad (minor lee!bkg, ler!kiri with kiribaku!!!)

A/N : aaa this was a rlly cute prompt, tysm anon! took me a while to write this considering i wasn't really sure how to write for ojiro's character haha. i also don't think the toe bean thing is canon whatsoever but guess what, neither is kiribaku and u dont see me shutting up abt them do u? either way, hope u guys enjoy this!! much love <333

Summary : Denki decides to invite Ojiro to one of the Bakusquad's weekly sleepovers, and once they both arrive, is shocked to find that Ojiro has...toe beans? No way he can't investigate those! (even if they do turn out to be a bit sensitive...)

Word Count : 3651

⚠️quick heads up!! i had to add some lines after the "keep reading" so tumblr wouldn't mess up the writing! pls ignore them, they have nothing to do with the actual story!⚠️

REBLOGS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!! MWAH <333

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“Here, just glue that last paper down and we should be done!” Denki clapped his hands together with a wide smile, his tongue poking out of his teeth in excitement as Ojiro pasted the last picture onto their poster board for the night.

The pair had been working on a group project together for the past two days, and after hours of pretty heavy research and planning, they were finally finished, and Denki could not be more thrilled to not have to work anymore tonight. He’s had a good time with Ojiro the past two days, though, and wasn’t really ready to just part ways with him just yet. He’d never really hung out with the guy much before this, and as it turns out they got along much better than he would’ve initially guessed. No way Denki was just gonna give up the chances of a new good friend.

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“So that’s it, right? We didn’t, like, forget a chunk did we?” Ojiro asked cautiously, knowing Denki was one to often forget important details like that. The electric teen sat in genuine thought for a moment, before popping his mouth with a smile.

“Nope! We’re all good, man,” Denki stood from his spot on the floor, moving the poster over to another side of the room and picking up his bookbag, turning back around to face Ojiro who was busy putting stuff away in his drawers. “Hey, um, me and a couple others are having a sleepover in the common room tonight. Would you wanna join us? I’ve kinda enjoyed hanging out with you these past few days so I think it’d be pretty fun if you went!”

Ojiro looked at him with an almost shocked expression on his face for a moment, eyebrows raised and mouth just slightly agape. “O-Oh, um...sure!” He looked towards his bedroom door a little warily and almost like he was confused, looking back to Denki with a thumb pointed towards the door. “Is it happening, like, now, or…?”

“Oh! Uh, yeah Bakugou and Kirishima already finished their project so they’re probably down there right now, but you can just come down whenever you feel like it! I’ve gotta grab a few pillows and my blanket first but I’ll be down there in just a minute.”

“Alright then, um...I guess I’ll meet you there?”

“Sure thing, man! I’ll tell the others you’ll be coming,” Denki gave Ojiro a big thumbs up before practically bouncing his way out the door and towards his own room to grab his stuff. This was definitely gonna be a fun night.

…

It took a while for Ojiro to get his stuff together for the night, wanting to make sure he had everything so he wouldn’t have to walk back to his room in the middle of the night and risk waking any of the light-sleepers of the dorm. But, once he was sure he had everything and had hyped himself up enough to do it, he finally made his way out of his bedroom, walking towards the common area with his pillow and blanket in hand.

Upon entry, Denki’s whole little friend group was sat lounging around the common areas. Bakugou and Kirishima were cuddled together under the same blanket at the corner of one of the couches, while Mina was on the opposing side of the same couch under her own pink and purple blanket. Sero sat on his own little chair, while Denki sat on the floor on top of an orange bean bag someone must have brought from their own room. Ojiro took a deep breath in before marching his way towards them, waving his arm that held his pillow under the armpit.

“Hey guys!” Ojiro greeted with a smile, all the teens turning around to face him with smiles of their own (well, all except for Bakugou, but Ojiro took no offense to that).

“Ayyye, it’s the Tailster!” Sero chuckled from his spot on the chair, giving Ojiro a little nod in welcome. Denki hopped off his beanbag excitedly, speeding his way behind Sero’s chair to grab a purple bean bag he must’ve brought just for Ojiro’s company. He plopped it right down next to his orange one, showing it off with pride.

“Jirou let me borrow this tonight! I invited her over too but apparently she had plans with Momo,” Denki rolled his eyes playfully with a grin, pretending to gag with a finger in his mouth.

“Booooo, love sucks!” Sero heckled with his hands cupping around his mouth, chuckling when Bakugou threw a throw pillow at him from his spot cuddled up against Kirishima.

Ojiro giggled at their playfulness, sitting his pillow down beside his beanbag before sitting himself down on it comfortably. “Thanks for inviting me, you guys, seriously.”

“Babes, of course!” Mina exclaimed from her spot behind Ojiro on the couch. “We love having you around, Oji!”

“Yeah man, what she said!” Kirishima spoke up, pointing at Mina in agreement. “You’re a super manly dude, Ojiro. We were so excited when Denki told us you said you’d come!”

“Dude, even Bakugou was psyched,” Sero smirked, pointing his thumb at a now seething Bakugou.

“I was not PSYCHED you Spider-Man wannabe! He’s just less annoying than any of you bastards; thought it’d be a nice change of pace for once,” Bakugou rolled his eyes, slumping into Kirishima’s chest with his arms crossed like a pouting toddler. Kirishima just giggled at his boyfriend’s little temper tantrum, scratching at his scalp just the way he knew the blonde loved (which immediately calmed him down from any previous rage he felt towards the, quote, “Spider-Man Wannabe”).

Denki threw himself onto the bean bag next to Ojiro, TV remote in hand as he grinned up towards the tailed hero-in-training. “It’s a Disney movie night; got any suggestions as our guest of honor?”

Ojiro sat in thought for a minute, scratching at his chin as he scanned through all the past Disney films he’d watched over the years through his head. “Hm...Wreck It Ralph?”

“Oh FUCK yeah, this guy’s coming to every movie night from here on out!” Bakugou exclaimed, the compliment making Ojiro feel a little sheepish as he chuckled shyly. The others nodded in agreement, Denki getting the movie ready on the TV from his position propped up on the beanbag.

Once the movie had started, Ojiro decided he wanted to make himself a little more cozy now that he felt more comfortable around the group of other teens. He laid his pillow down on the floor, lounging back against the beanbag and propping up his feet on the soft cushion. Denki glanced over towards Ojiro when he noticed the movement, his eyes naturally gazing towards the boy’s now propped up feet. Denki gasped in excitement when he saw something he had never noticed before on the boy.

“Dude! You’ve got little toe beans!” The electric blonde pointed eagerly down at Ojiro’s feet, the tailed teen blushing slightly at the attention. Denki scooted in closer to his feet, looking intently at the little pink buds on his soles and toes. “No way, this is so cool! Can I touch them?”

“U-Uh, sure, just be gentle please,” Ojiro scratched at his neck sheepishly, unable to keep down the blush pushing at his cheeks and ears from the attention.

Sero suddenly hopped down from his spot on his chair, plopping down next to Denki to get a look at Ojiro’s feet as well. “Yup. Tailster’s got beans.”

Ojiro chuckled at the nickname before flinching when he felt a single finger touch down on the pink pad right under his toes. Denki used the pads of his fingers to idly trace and feel around the flesh, and Ojiro couldn’t help the way his toes tried to instinctively curl up at the sensation.

“They’re so soft, I could do this forever,” Denki sighed, continuing to brush little shapes into the pads. Ojiro gasped with a small jerk when he felt a nail accidentally scrape against the skin, and Denki instinctively pulled his hand back in shock. “Oh, dude, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

Ojiro shook his head immediately. “No, you didn’t hurt me, it’s okay! It’s just...the uh, the ‘beans’ are a little...um…sensitive.”

Ojiro could see Sero raise an eyebrow at the word, a small grin appearing on his face as he nudged Denki in the shoulder with his elbow. “I think what Oji’s tryna say is, his beans are ticklish.” Sero glanced at the embarrassed Ojiro, Denki following suit with a large grin plastered on his face.

“Aww, that’s so cute! Kaminari, tickle his beans!” Mina giggled from her spot on the couch, Bakugou rolling his eyes at their silliness. The angry blonde pointed an accusatory finger towards Ojiro, the tailed boy’s eyes a little wide at the intimidation.

“Don’t be fuckin’ loud, Tail, I’m tryna watch the movie you picked out,” Bakugou grumbled, dropping his arm and pushing himself further into Kirishima’s chest as the red-head played with his hair soothingly.

Before Ojiro could respond, he yipped when he felt two teasing nails scratch slowly along the padding on his feet, his leg jerking back only to be stopped by Denki grabbing his ankle and holding the appendage in place.

“Ah ah ah, no getting away now, Oji! I wanna test this out a little more,” Denki chuckled, scribbling his two fingers into the bean. Ojiro gasped, quickly clamping his hands onto his mouth to muffle any giggles that threatened to burst out. Denki continued his slow, ticklish touches while looking over towards Sero. “Sero, get the other foot for me.”

“With pleasure~,” Sero chuckled, gently grabbing Ojiro’s other ankle and scribbling his fingers along the pad on his arch. Finally, Ojiro’s dam broke, muffled giggles being heard from behind his palms as he squirmed in his beanbag.

“Guhuhuys! Nohoho!” He giggled, gently pulling at his trapped feet to no avail. He really didn’t want to kick them, and was almost a little glad they were holding him by his ankles to prevent it, but at the same time it tickled so so badly and he didn’t know how much longer he could take it before he was gonna start to scream laugh.

“Does it really tickle?” Denki asked honestly, but the question only made Ojiro blush even harder behind his hands, the electric teen unintentionally teasing him beyond belief. “I’m gonna go faster, okay? I wanna test and see if it tickles more like that.”

Ojiro nodded shyly, before shrieking at the feeling of three fingers scribbling even faster along the pads of his foot, Sero’s hand still scribbling rather slowly on his other foot, but oh so teasingly.

“GYAHAHA! Kaminahahari! Guhuhuys! It tihihickles!” Ojiro cackled, keeping one hand over his mouth while the other went to grip at the side of his bean bag for support.

“Get his toes ones, you idiots. The toes always tickle worse,” Bakugou called from the couch, Kirishima giggling beside him.

“Yeah, you would know, wouldn’t you Bakugou?” Kirishima teased, pinching Bakugou’s side under the blanket and causing the blonde to yelp before hitting the redhead in the chest playfully with a frown.

Denki heard Bakugou loud and clear, moving his fingers up to scribble along the pads covering Ojiro’s toes. The poor tailed boy squealed, his kicking and thrashing getting a little more aggressive as Sero also moved upwards to mimic Denki’s tickling.

“NAHAHA! STHAHAHAP! IT TICKLES SOHOHO MUHUHUCH WOHOHORSE!” Ojiro cackled, both of his hands shooting down to clutch at his tummy that was convulsing from laughter. “PLEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IT!”

“Oh c’moooon Oji! You’re a hero in training! I’d think you could handle a couple bean-tickles!” Sero teased, switching to pinch at the pad with his finger and thumb. Ojiro screamed through his giggle fit, making Bakugou groan and grab the remote to turn on the subtitles.

“NOHOHO! NOHOHO PIHIHINCHING! PLEHEHEASE!” Ojiro pleaded, his eyes squeezed so tightly shut that he could see little colorful fireworks in the darkness of his eyelids. Kaminari just giggled, pinching at the boy’s big toe despite his desperate pleas.

“You’re really ticklish, man! Is it like this everywhere or just your beans?” Denki raised an eyebrow before glancing over towards his three friends on the couch. Mina squealed excitedly, knowing exactly what the blonde was implying, while Bakugou just groaned into Kirishima’s chest.

“I don't wanna moveeeee,” Bakugou whined, making Kirishima just roll his eyes with a smile. Kirishima pinched Bakugou’s side again without stopping this time, making Bakugou jerk with a few choked giggles. “N-Nohoho! Kihihiri!”

“I’ll just tickle you ‘til you help us tickle Ojiro, Kats,” Kirishima teased into the blonde's ear, who promptly scrunched up his shoulder and batted at the boy’s face.

“Fihihihine! I’ll hehehelp! Just quhuhuit!” he giggled, huffing when Kirishima finally relented. They both moved from their cozy spot on the couch, the three of them getting down on the floor next to Ojiro. Denki and Sero had momentarily stopped their tickling at this point to give the boy a breather, but still held onto his ankles firmly as to not let him escape just yet.

“Guys, w-wait, hold on-” Ojiro pleaded with a blush before being hushed by Mina.

“Sorry, Oji, but this is a tickle-friendly group! Might have to get used to it if you wanna spend more time with us!” Mina giggled, plopping down on his right side while Bakugou took his right. Kirishima sat behind him, quickly hooking his arms under Ojiro’s and pulling him back some to give the others access to his torso.

“Which we definitely want you to do! You’re super fun, Ojiro, and we wanna keep spending time with you!” Kirishima smiled, though Ojiro couldn’t exactly see it as Kirishima was behind his head. “And hey, if you really really need us to stop, our safeword is ‘koala’!”

“I came up with that one,” Denki chuckled proudly, holding a hand to his chest.

“That’s...that’s really nice of you guys to say,” Ojiro smiled with flushed cheeks, sighing before bringing his head up to face them. “Alright, I’m ready. Someone should probably sit on my tail, though; I’m really ticklish and sometimes it goes a little out of control.”

“No problem, buddy! Bakugou; tail,” Kirshima pointed with his finger extended towards Bakugou, who just rolled his eyes and plopped down on his tail. “Comfy?”

“Y-Yeah, just hurry up, I’m not sure I can take waiting any longeR-HRG! HEHEHEHAHAHA! NAHAHAHA GAHAHAD!” Ojiro cackled wildy as all the teens around him dug into his sensitive body. Mina scribbled her finger in the hollow on his right armpit, while Bakugou took a much rougher approach, digging his fingers into the grooves of Ojiro’s ribs and vibrating mercilessly. Denki and Sero continued their incessant assault upon his so-called “toe beans,” scribbling wildly with their fingernails and leaving Ojiro an absolute mess underneath them. Kirishima got a little bored just being Ojiro’s physical captor, and took to blowing teasing air along the backs of Ojiro’s ears, which resulted in him scrunching up his neck with high-pitched squeals.

“Aww, he’s so ticklish!” Mina cooed, massaging circles with her thumb into Ojiro’s armpit, making the teen jerk and writhe under her assault with vicious cackles.

“It’s fucking hilarious, he’s losing his goddamn mind,” Bakugou chuckled, moving his fingers down to pinch along Ojiro’s sides right above his hips. Ojiro screamed, thrashing under their hold with desperate cackles and pleas.

“NAHAHAHA! BAHAHAHKUGOGOGOU! NAHAT THEHEHERE!” Ojiro’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut, his body trying desperately to wiggle away from those torturous fingers that refused to relent on his sensitive sides.

“Aww, someone’s got really ticklish sides!” Denki teased, pinching at Ojiro’s big toe pad while having to hold on to his ankle for dear life so he didn’t kick it out of his pin.

“PLEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAN’T!!” he bursted, his body trying to curl in on itself from the ticklish sensations. “I’LL DOHOHO ANYTHIHIHING!”

“Looks like we’ve got a beggar,” Sero chuckled, scratching relentlessly at those little beans. “Tell you what, Oji; promise to come to our next sleepover and you’ve got a deal.”

“I PROHOHOMISE! I PROHOMISE JUHUHUST PLEHEHEHASE! NO MOHOHORE TIHIHICKLES!” Ojiro begged through his giggling mirth. Those fingers against his sides just would not let up, as Bakugou was quite the mean tickler he’d come to find out, and he really didn’t know how much longer he could stand it. It was incessant, it was torturous, it was...it was so much fun.

“Oh yeah? You wanna bring us some snacks too?” Bakugou added, one hand continuing it’s deathly ticklish attack on the boy’s sides, while the other took to scribbling along Ojiro’s stomach and pinching at the pudge when he felt absolutely necessary.

“YEHEHES! ANYTHIHIHING!”

“Hmmm...what snacks do you guys like for a movie?” Denki asked, as if he wasn’t in the middle of pinching and scribbling at his friend’s sensitive feet and making the boy thrash and cackle cries of mirth underneath him. “I could probably go for some sour gummy worms. Sero?”

“Oh, definitely some Reeses Pieces. Goes great with popcorn,” Sero grinned, looking calmly towards Bakugou who was very evilly grinning while squeezing torturously along Ojiro’s sides. “Bakugou?”

“Hot Cheetos, easy. Forget those next time and this will look like child’s play in comparison,” Bakugou chuckled lowly, Denki raising an eyebrow at him.

“Dude...this is child’s play. We’re literally having a tickle fight right now,” Denki grinned, the background melody of Ojiro’s desperate cackles making him giggle from the contagion.

“SHUT UP, SPARKY!” Bakugou yelled, which only made him drill even harder into the boy’s sensitive flesh.

“NAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHASE STAHAHAHP! ANYTHING YOHOHU WAHAHAHNT! I CAN’T TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIT!”

“Alright, alright, just two more snacks for you to jot on your mental list and you’ll be good to go!” Kirishima hyped the cackling boy underneath him, but looked to his friends to mentally tell them, ‘give the boy a second to breathe.’ They all slowed their tickling down some, still not relenting fully, but instead reducing Ojiro to a pile of happy, giddy giggles instead of the desperate cackling cries he had just seconds before. Kirishima smiled at the adorable sound. “I’ll take...hmm...I’ll take some jerky! Mina?”

Mina stopped her assault on the boy entirely, Ojiro opening a tear-filled eye to glance at her through his giggles. “I’m more of a fruit girl, so I’ll have to go with…” Mina grinned, pulling up Ojiro’s shirt to reveal his bare tummy, her face leaning down close enough where the boy could feel her breath brush against the skin, sending goosebumps across the expanse. He sucked in his stomach much to no avail. Mina smirked evilly up at Ojiro, his eyes now wide and his mouth still spilling giggle after giggle from the slowly tickling fingers along his side and feet. “...raspberries.”

Ojiro’s eyes widened. “No! Nonono, not thahahat! Wahahait, Mina pleheh-EHEASE! GYAHAHA STAHAHAP! NAHAHAHA!” Ojiro cackled and kicked as he felt Mina place teasing raspberry after teasing raspberry along his bare and ticklish tummy, He wiggled and squirmed to no avail until Mina finally let up, sitting up and back against her hands on the floor with her own little giggle.

Everyone finally stopped their tickling, letting go of the boy’s limbs and backing off to let him breathe. Denki chuckled at Ojiro’s heaving breaths and residual giggles, patting his calf in comfort. “You okay, Oji?”

Ojiro just nodded with a giggle, holding up a big thumbs up. “Yuhup, all good here.”

Kirishima smiled widely, clapping his hands together once before patting Ojiro on the shoulder in support, shaking the boy around a little. “You did great, man! Way better than I could ever handle a good tickling!” the redhead chuckled.

“Yeah, man, you were a total champ,” Sero grinned, holding up two thumbs up to the tailed boy who just smiled back at him.

“I’ll go grab you some water from the kitchen, cutie! Get comfy on the couch, I’ll take the beanbag,” Mina ruffled his hair as she stood from her spot on the floor, skipping her way to the kitchen to grab him a glass of water. He watched her leave, seeing Bakugou stand up from the corner of his eye. The explosive teen just plopped back down on his spot on the couch like nothing had happened, unpausing the movie and making grabby hands towards Kirishima. The redhead just chuckled and obeyed the boy, getting up and throwing himself on the couch to cuddle Bakugou back under their shared blanket.

Denki just rolled his eyes at the gross lovey-dovey display, standing up and offering a hand to Ojiro. “Seriously, man, you’re getting that other spot on the couch after all that. Waaay comfier than this old beanbag,” Denki smiled as Ojiro took Denki’s hand, letting out a huff of air as he pulled Ojiro off the floor. Ojiro plopped himself down on the couch tiredly, letting out a small ‘oof!’ when Sero threw his pillow at him before laying his blanket down on top of him.

“Get comfy, we sleep in here,” Sero smiled before walking back towards his own seat. Mina finally made it back from the kitchen, handing Ojiro the glass of water with a smile.

Ojiro just sat there, almost dumbfounded for a moment at their kindness. “Um...thanks, guys. You’re all like...super duper nice.”

“Aww, babes!” Mina pouted happily, her hands shooting to her chest over the spot that contained her swelling heart. “You’re such a sweetheart, of course we’d be nice to you!”

“Can you guys shut the fuck up already? Shit, I’m tryna watch the goddamn movie,” bakugou grumbled, pouting like a child against Kirishima’s chest.

Ojiro really couldn’t have asked for a better group of friends, and he was so happy they felt the same way about him.

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A/N : aaa i hope u enjoyed that!! if u did, pls consider reblogging, it helps my fic to reach more ppl!! much love to u all, mwah!! <33

[sageinacage]

u guessed it. ponk anon with a ponk prompt. i know No Variety. anyway mercenary squad tickle fight mayhaps? no pressure tho man <3 /gen

Little Grape summary: punz and purpled are pushing each others buttons, and ponk tries to take the role of a mediator. keyword: "tries." a/n: this is just like All tickles bc im too lazy to write a proper intro LOL but i hope u enjoy!! warnings: swearing, pinning down w/c: 1.1k DSMP, Platonic

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Yelling and a side of loud laughter filled the house. Ponk sighed, listening to what he assumed was Punz and Purpled fighting again. He closed his book and shook his head, unable to hold back a small chortle at his friends’ loud situation.

This was a normal occurrence, those two always pushed each other’s buttons, doing whatever it took to piss the other off. Brother-like behavior most would say. The doctor got up and headed to the living room to see what the ruckus was about this time.

He stood at the entrance of the doorway, chuckling softly to himself at the sight.

“Puhuhurp- stohahAHAP!” The blonde cackled, feeling mischievous fingers crawl up his side.

“Good suggestion! Don’t care, though!” Purpled sniggered, finding the soft spot of the man’s stomach. “I personally think you deserve this for being so annoying today. It’ll tire you out! You should be thanking me right now, honestly.”

“What did you do now, Punz?” Ponk crossed his arms, standing a good distance from the two. “N- NOHOTHING! I SWEHEAR!”

The man hummed, not believing that statement. “Purpled, what did he do?” He questioned, looking at the alien. “He wouldn’t stop calling me a little grape, it was getting so fuckin’ annoying!”

Ponk put his hand over his mouth, stifling a laugh. So this is what they were fighting about now?

“I don’t think that’s fair to kill him, Purpled! Words before actions, bud.” Ponk smiled, Purpled standing up to face him. Punz gave a sigh of relief, using the break to catch his breath on the floor.

“Well, he never listens! I’m not a little grape, I'm a man!” Purpled’s voice squeaked, Ponk slapping his hand over his mouth yet again to stifle a laugh. “What’s so funny, huh? Y’think I’m funny?” The alien put his hands on his hips, raising an eyebrow.

This boy is so incredibly sassy.

Small giggles consumed Ponk, covering his face as he couldn’t stop the flow of laughter pouring out of him. Purpled smirked, having a new plan.

“Yeah, Ponk?~ Where did all the enthusi-aHAHSM- PUHuhunz!” The boy’s antennae perked up, his body falling back into the other mercenary as he kneaded his digits into his lower ribs.

“Whaaat? Keep sassin’ him, see where that takes you, little grape.” Punz raised an eyebrow, prodding his big hands into Purpled’s waist, earning a high-pitched shriek. “Oh? What, you didn’t forget about me, did you?~”

“SHUHUT UP! Y- Yohohou suhuck!” The alien squealed, kicking his legs out. “Oh, Purpled! Where did all of your enthusiasm go, hmmm?” Ponk grinned, slowly approaching the boy with wiggly fingers.

“GEHET AWAY! PUHUNZ MAHAKE HIM STOHOHAHAP!” Purpled frantically tried to squirm out of the other blonde’s grip, not wanting to face the wrath of Ponk’s tickles. “Why should I? You were the one talking mad shit, I think you deserve it.” Punz shrugged, wiggling his fingers gently between the grooves of his ribs.

The moment Purpled squeezed his eyes shut, he felt another pair of fingers gently vibrate into his stomach. The hysterical shriek it produced made both ticklers stop for a moment and chuckle. “Bad spot, lil' plum?~” Ponk grinned at him, starting to slowly scribble his nails on the sides of Purpled’s belly, making the same frantic giggles start up again.

“Oh? Does somebody have a ticklish tummy?~ D’awwww…” Punz cooed, grazing his fingers along his ribs. Purpled noticed the grip they had on him loosened up, as both the older ones assumed the boy was ‘tickled out.’ That was definitely not the case.

“Aha!” The alien moved his hands behind him, latching it on to whatever he could reach; which happened to be Punz’s side. “SHIHIT! Nohot agahain!” Punz fell back, tripping as Purpled practically tackled the other mercenary to the ground.

“Need some help there, bud?” Ponk asked, only to get an instant nod. He smiled, getting on the ground next to Punz and reeling in his wrists to hold them above his head. The grip was firm, but definitely not firm enough to keep Punz completely stuck. It was still possible to escape, but Punz truly didn’t want to. He was having fun.

“Guhuhuys… y- you dohont haHAHAVE TOHOHO-! PUHUHURP!” The man screeched, cold and nimble fingers sneaking up his hoodie to relentlessly squeeze at his lower waist. “We really do, though! You deserve this after torturing me, asshole,” Purpled wheezed, going for a sweet spot right underneath his belly button.

The screamy laughter it produced was quite entertaining, the poor mercenary’s body going completely limp with the sudden overly-ticklish sensation wracking through it. Ponk, feeling bad for the predicament he put Punz in, decided to let go of his wrists and sit back to watch.

Punz’s hands immediately shot down, lunging at Purpled to wrestle him. “WAIT! Shohouldn’t we gehet Ponk?” Purpled giggled nervously, as Punz was currently straddling him. Punz smiled, giving the boy a nod. “Finally a smart choice from you!” He teased, earning a playful shove back.

Both blondes glared at the other, both of them clad with evil smiles and definitely not good intentions.

“Uh oh…”

“Uh oh is right, Ponkie!~” Punz lunged at the man and wrestled him to the floor, immediately finding his thighs and gently squeezing. “NOHOhohoho! Quihit ihit!” Ponk’s laughter was breathy but squeaky, if you could describe it in one word it would be ‘happy’.

“'Quit it'? Damn, what is with you guys and bad ideas?!” Purpled teased, sitting next to Ponk and gently digging his fingers into the doctor’s upper ribs. “Ooh, little grape! Go for his waist, trust me.” Punz smiled at Purpled annoyed groan at the nickname, but he complied as he cautiously danced a few fingers over Ponk’s waist.

“PUHUHUHURPLEHED!” Ponk screeched, Purpled giggling at his friend’s reaction. “I’m barely even touching you, dude! Holy shit, this is so good!” The alien laughed with Ponk, digging in a little bit more to earn another shriek.

“Ponk, in all seriousness- I love your laugh. It’s such a nice sound!~” Punz smiled, kneading his fingers into the muscles on his thighs. “SHUHUHUSH! ENOHOUGH YOU TWOHO!” Ponk’s laughter was filled with mostly squeaks, indicating that he was getting tired.

The two mercenaries let up, sitting by their friend. “So, this all started by me calling you a little grape?” Punz grinned at Purpled, the boy furrowing his eyebrows. “Maybe I should start calling you ‘little bitch’ and see how you like it!”

“Guhuys!” Ponk giggled, unsure if he was still giggling from the tickles or if he was giggling at his friends' antics.

“Punz started it!”

“Purpled…”