#it's all fluff i swear

[libraryofgage]

Good Vibrations Part One

Hello, it's me, back at it again with another Steddie AU.

Anyway, if I were tagging this AU, these would be the most important ones: Deaf Steve Harrington; Tooth-rotting Fluff; Getting Together

If you wanna be tagged in future parts, just let me know!

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

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Steve has blown through three pairs of hearing aids in the past year. The first pair had lasted a few years and needed replacement because of normal wear and tear. The second pair was sacrificed during that fight with Jonathan. He hadn't been wearing them, but they'd been in Steve's pocket, and he'd landed at just the right angle to feel them shatter. The third pair was taken by the Russians because, despite Robin's shouting and cursing at them for being dumbasses (and this was before she actually knew what they were for), they accused him of recording their kidnapping and torture.

Honestly, he wouldn't recommend fighting Russians and Billy and Mind Flayers and driving while nearly totally deaf.

The funniest part of it all, though, is that Steve doesn't even use hearing aids regularly. He normally only wears them at home. The pair lost to Jonathan were present because, well, that whole day had been a lot for Steve, and he needed the comfort of knowing he could stop reading lips the moment it became too exhausting for him. The pair lost to the Russians was because he'd been getting ready to tell Robin about being deaf. She'd already clocked the weird things he does (well, weird to her, normal to Steve), and he figured letting her in on the big secret would bring them a little closer.

Of course, that didn't go the way he expected. Robin thought he was confessing love and decided to beat him to the punch. That's how he learned Robin is a lesbian, and Steve couldn't let her be the only one admitting to something like that, so he told her about being bi and his long-standing, hopeless crush. And being deaf. But the bi with a crush thing seemed more important in the moment. She took it in stride, it brought them closer, and then Robin asked if Steve could teach her sign language.

Which meant that Steve had to learn sign language because he never had. Between not wanting to feel even more different than he already did and trying to convince his parents that, really, everything was fine and he didn't need to go to a special school for deaf and hard-of-hearing kids, he'd never learned. Learning it had somehow felt like an admission of weakness, and that was the last thing he wanted. But he learned for Robin, and they stumbled through sign language together, creating new signs only they knew.

But that's all in the past now, and Steve is working his ass off at Family Video to afford a new pair because he refuses to ask his parents for money. If he asks them, they'll come back, and that's the last thing he wants. They don't need to have all their worries confirmed that Steve is helpless, and he doesn't want them anywhere near Hawkins "Hellscape" Indiana.

So. Working his ass off, taking extra shifts, and babysitting the kids as much as he can to make up for the whole Friends and Family Discount he gives their parents. He's exhausted, but he gets to recharge somewhat during his lunch break.

About a ten-minute walk from the Family Video is a record store, which Steve has started visiting daily to just breathe. The lone worker in the store is usually too busy listening to her own music to pay Steve any attention, letting him wander and try to determine which records will best serve him.

Steve drifts over to the rock and heavy metal section, hoping to find a new album but unsurprised when he doesn't. He browses through them anyway, moving past Metallica and Black Sabbath and Iron Maiden. He already has all of these albums on his shelf at home. He has the cassette tapes for them, too.

But he really wants something new. He likes the novelty of experiencing unfamiliar vibrations through the speaker, letting them thrum through his fingertips and into his bones. It's fun and relaxing, and after all the bullshit he's been through lately, he probably deserves something relaxing.

After glancing over a few more familiar albums, Steve sighs and glances at the counter by the door. The lone worker is standing there, headphones over her ears, and idly flipping through a magazine. She's chewing gum, and Steve braces himself for the sheer hell of trying to read her lips without making it obvious he's reading her lips while she's got something in her mouth to disrupt the normal shape of words and sounds.

But he has to try. Steve takes one more deep breath before walking over, shoving his hands into his pockets when he comes to a stop at the counter. The girl raises a hand, motioning for him to wait, so he stays quiet as she finishes reading her page. She flips to the next one before looking up, not making any move to pull her headphones off.

"Hi. Do you have any new rock or metal albums coming in soon," Steve asks, feeling the vibrations of speech in his throat and hoping his words aren't too loud.

They don't seem to be. The girl doesn't flinch or pull back. She just looks him up and down, taking in the polo shirt and the nice khakis and the Family Video vest he forgot to take off before leaving. Finally, her neck and shoulders jerk slightly, and Steve knows she's huffed in annoyance. "No," she says, the word clear enough in the shape of her lips for Steve to know it immediately.

He frowns slightly, his fingernails digging into his palms. Steve wouldn't mind just leaving now, but something keeps him there. He just...he really wants new music. He needs something new. "Are there gonna be any shows nearby?" he asks.

The girl rolls her eyes and says something, her mouth distorted by gum-chewing. Steve can barely make out the words "you" and "check" from her response. Thankfully, it's accompanied by a vague gesture at something behind him. Steve looks over his shoulder to see a bulletin board with flyers plastered across it.

"Right. Thanks," he says, nodding to her before walking over. The flyers are all different colors with various fonts that scream for Steve's attention. Some of them are for bands, some are advertisements of garage sales or instruments in need of a new home, and others are just business flyers from stores nearby.

He's seen the bulletin board before, but he's never actually paid attention to it. Steve has always been laser-focused on browsing the records. But now, Steve carefully reviews each flyer advertising shows. Some are for comedy shows, which he immediately dismisses. One seems promising, but then he sees how far it is, and Steve definitely can't do an overnight trip like that.

Finally, Steve sees a flyer advertising a show at the Hideout later that week. It's close enough that he won't be out overnight. The place is kind of seedy, but Steve figures he can find some corner near the stage to hide. Or he can bring Robin and let her help him navigate any potential social situations. He tugs the flyer off the board, gaze lingering on the "Corroded Coffin" emblazoned across the top.

He knows the band. Of course, he knows the band. He's extremely familiar with their singer. From a distance. Honestly, Eddie Munson probably doesn't have the best impression of him, but Steve's heart never really cared about that. Because Eddie is like everything Steve wants to be: he's loud and unafraid of being so, he doesn't care about his image and how others perceive him, and he looks like his laugh sounds beautiful. Steve wouldn't know if he's actually right about that last point, but Eddie throws his head back when he laughs, eyes crinkled and hand over his stomach like his muscles ache.

His mouth suddenly feels dry, but he's also filled with unprecedented courage. Steve has graduated (barely), and that means a significantly lower chance of running into Eddie during the day if watching the show somehow goes wrong.

Steve folds the flyer into quarters and stuffs it into his back pocket. He'll be overly aware of it being there until Robin starts her shift and he can show it to her, but that's okay. He throws a quick thanks over his shoulder as he leaves the shop, glancing up at the bell he can't hear that signals the door's opening. He vaguely remembers what bells are supposed to sound like (he'd heard a few before losing the ability to hear them), but he doesn't let himself dwell on it.

Instead, he focuses on the trip back to Family Video, keeping an eye on the road to watch for any cars he wouldn't notice otherwise.

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When the final bell rings, Eddie Munson can't get out of class fast enough. He'd been packed for the last five minutes, and he slid out of his seat the moment that first peal rang out. He has a gig to prepare for, and every second counts. At least, each second counts until he notices something (or someone) that could prove entertaining for a while.

He spots Dustin alone near one of the exits, and Eddie decides to relieve the kid of his isolation. He waits until he's behind Dustin to shout, "Henderson!" and throw his arm over the kid's shoulders, ignoring the way he jumps like he'd been expecting an attack.

"Holy shit!" Dustin shrieks, jerking back to look up at Eddie. "Don't do that, man, you're gonna give me a heart attack."

Eddie snorts, waving away Dustin's concern as he continues toward the exit. The general flow of students trying to get out helps him along, and Dustin doesn't seem to realize they're actually moving until they've gotten into direct sunlight. "You're fine," Eddie says, "Anyway, whatcha doing all alone, Henderson? Lose your way?"

"No, I have...stuff to do today," Dustin says, shrugging as he blinks to acclimate to the sunlight.

Oh, yeah, way too cryptic for Eddie to not dig for more. "Stuff? What kinda stuff? Got a hot date? Going shopping with your mom?" he asks, and then he gasps dramatically and moves to stand in Dustin's way. He puts both hands on his shoulders and very seriously says, "Be honest, Henderson, you're seeing another DM, aren't you?"

Dustin stares at him for a few seconds before rolling his eyes and shrugging his hands off. "Who else in this town DMs?" he asks, "Other than Will, I guess, but he's still working on a campaign."

"Fair," Eddie concedes, "so, whatcha really doing?"

After a few seconds of getting nudged by the students around them, Dustin sighs and says, "I have chores, okay? But that doesn't sound cool to say, does it?"

Fair. Eddie nods in agreement and moves out of Dustin's way, continuing to follow him. "So, what, your mom picking you up today?" he asks.

"No, Steve."

"Oh, the famous Steve."

Dustin nods, looking over the parking lot before pointing to one end. "Yeah, he's awesome," Dustin says as Eddie follows the direction of his finger.

And standing there, leaning against the hood of his car and looking to the side where a group of trees is swaying in the breeze, is Steve Harrington. Steve "The Hair" Harrington. King Steve. The worst thing, Eddie thinks, is that Steve looks good. His hair is still perfect, of course, and his stupid little striped shirt is pulling against his biceps and riding up just enough for Eddie to see a tiny sliver of tanned skin above his jeans. He looks a little tense, but Eddie chalks that up to him being back on the campus after already graduating.

"Harrington? You've been talking about Steve Harrington this whole time?" Eddie asks, his voice a little strained, "How the fuck do you know Steve Harrington?"

"He's my babysitter," Dustin says, his voice implying that much should have been obvious, but Eddie wants to grab his shoulders and shake until his head rolls off.

Steve Harrington doesn't babysit. He doesn't know nerds that talk about D&D. He doesn't drive nerds around. At least, he never did in high school. Granted, Eddie never actually talked to Steve, but everybody knew that Steve Harrington was too cool for, well, anything that wasn't the typical jock and popular guy shit.

As he's thinking about the last time he saw Steve Harrington (in the halls, while the guy had bruises and looked worse for wear), they get within shouting distance. And Eddie has zero impulse control when Wayne isn't around, so he doesn't think before shouting, "Hey, Harrington!"

Next to him, Dustin whips his head to glare at Eddie. And Steve Harrington doesn't fucking react. He just keeps staring at that group of trees like it's the most fascinating thing in the world. "Dude," Dustin says, grabbing Eddie's arm and yanking harshly, "don't shout like that."

Eddie frowns, anger beginning to simmer in his stomach at the complete lack of acknowledgment. "Why are you upset with me?" he asks, gesturing at Steve as he continues, "I'm not the one being a douchebag here."

Dustin opens his mouth, about to say something, only to snap it shut once more. He frowns like he's just realized he can't say something, and huffs with frustration. "Just...just don't do that," he finally says, keeping a hand on Eddie's arm and dragging him across the parking lot. And, yeah, something is definitely weird here.

Instead of just walking up to Steve, they make a large arch until they're within Steve's line of sight.

Eddie watches as Steve notices them, seeing Dustin first and pushing off the car. He relaxes for a split second until he sees Eddie and his shoulders tense again.

Great.

Once they're close enough for Eddie to count the moles above the collar of Steve's shirt, Dustin grins and says, "Hey, Steve." But it's odd, because Eddie has never heard Dustin talk this slow or this carefully, like he's doing his best to enunciate his words.

Steve flashes a grin and ruffles Dustin's hair. "Hey, twerp, you're late," he says. He then glances at Eddie, his grin becoming a little smaller, and says, "Hey, Munson."

Wait. Steve Harrington knows Eddie's name? And he called him by it? He said Munson, not Freak. Eddie stares at Steve for a few seconds before nodding. "Harrington," he says, "how the fuck did you become a babysitter?"

Is he just imagining things, or is Steve looking at his mouth? Like, really intensely. He's definitely not, because Steve looks up after a few seconds with a raised eyebrow. "I needed some extra cash. Also, don't swear around Dustin. I'm the one who gets in trouble when he curses in front of his mom."

Something about the words makes Eddie grin. Never in a million years would he have guessed that he'd be talking to Steve Harrington. And he would have laughed you into Mordor itself if you suggested their conversation would be about Dustin Henderson swearing in front of his mother. "What's his mom do when he swears?" he asks.

Because he can feel the conversation veering into something potentially embarrassing for him, Dustin lets go of Eddie and starts pushing Steve toward the driver's side of his car. "Okay, we gotta go. So many chores, so little time," he says, his voice back to that normal speed and enunciation.

Steve frowns slightly, looking down at Dustin and tilting his head just slightly. "What?" he asks. Instead of actually answering, Dustin just makes some vague gesture with his hand and looks at the car. "Oh, right. Go ahead and get in the car. And, uh, see you later, Munson."

"Is that a promise?" Eddie asks before he can think better of it.

Steve pauses, looking at Eddie's mouth with a slight scrunch to his nose. He seems to be considering something as Dustin scrambles into the passenger seat, watching them with narrowed eyes. Honestly, Eddie is surprised he's not blasting the horn to hurry Steve up. Finally, Steve comes to a decision and meets Eddie's eyes again. "Your band has a show tonight, right? At the Hideout? I was planning to go. So, yeah, I'll see you then, I guess."

And with that, like he hasn't just fucking rocked Eddie's world, Steve Harrington gets into his car. He makes sure Dustin is buckled before waving at Eddie and pulling out of the parking spot.

Eddie finds himself waving back, staring dumbly at the car as it pulls onto the street. It only hits him a few seconds later that Steve Harrington is coming to his show. At the Hideout. His metal show. A Corroded Coffin gig at the Hideout.

Holy. Shit.

[popponn]

xavier falls asleep easily enough as he is, but whenever he has his head on your lap, your fingers combing through his hair—all he can do is just sigh and give in. closing his eyes, he knows better than to fight the temptation, especially within the comfort of your touch and pleasant weather. though admittedly, he will find any weather pleasant as long there is you, safe and close to his side. as he slowly drifts to sleep, he dully notes with a hum when you praise his hair. he will do his best to make sure he will also praise your features after he is awake. he could think of so many to say—your smile, your voice, your whole being. and maybe, he will also give a kiss on your forehead and lips too—he thinks before finally falling asleep.

zayne loves many parts of you, from the one that often surprises him most to the one that offers him a comforting mundanity. so, when you press your forehead to his and call his eyes beautiful, he knows himself enough to just accept your words in silence with a smile. a burst of adoration and more blossomed warmly, weighing his chest and dizzying his head instantly. he is tongue-tied, certainly, however, he too can't exactly find the words to tell you how much more beautiful yours are to him. or perhaps, he doubts there are any words to describe what he truly feels. though, for now, he will settle with a gentle squeeze from his hands to tell you as he presses back his forehead gently against yours.

rafayel gets flustered pretty easily sometimes. it is both adorable and funny, seeing the way his ears turn red as his usually chatty mouth closes with a pout-like expression. but, even this state he could never take his hands off you. you could keep kissing his face, neck, and chest—right over his beauty mark—while hugging him without a clear rhyme and reason, and like a true lovesick man he will let you. hands resting on your arm, stilled in his brand of rare shyness all while still clinging unto you out of his obvious fondness. of course, even if he does enjoy this, he will come back with a vengeance the moment he gathers himself.

[caelanglang]

itadakimasu . gochisousamadesu .

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Kakucho x Weak!Reader

♡ SFW + NSFW, fem reader, reader has multiple unnamed diseases, reader gets tired easily, reader takes meds, Kakucho is a gentleman (per usual), oral->fem and male receiving, soft sex, masturbation ♡

note: requested by @1dkneo 🩵

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SFW

🩷 Helps you keep track of all the medicine you take, he has a cute little chart on the wall of your bedroom to remind you

🩷 Sets your doctor appointments and puts reminders on your phone's calendar

🩷 Carries you on his back when you're too weak to walk

🩷 Cooks and cleans when you don't feel like it, he's the perfect little househusband

🩷 Drops everything he's doing to let you nap on his chest

🩷 Will literally bathe, dress, and feed you if you ask (put a ring on his finger already 🙄)

NSFW

🩷 Eats you out for hours on end, your pleasure is his pleasure (and he's lowkey greedy)

🩷 Never asks you for head because he doesn't want to inconvenience you, but if you offer then he's down for it

🩷 Takes his time when he fucks you because he wants to memorize the way you feel around his dick

🩷 Extra gentle with you and showers you with praise, you'll never go a day without hearing him call you beautiful, or gorgeous, or perfect

🩷 Respects your boundaries because he was raised right, if you're not in the mood then he'll go in he bathroom and take care of it on his own (he'll obviously be thinking of you the whole time, probably scrolling through pictures of you too)

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[boba-beom]

basketballers taehyun and yeonjun at a varsity / quick thoughts sfw

going to watch the varsity game for your bsf taehyun but little did you know the opposing team had an incredibly hot player, and he was team captain too.

while you’re watching the game you concentrate on taehyun, cheering for him and his team until the ball goes to captain of the opposing team and you’re there watching him with heart eyes. before he shoots a three pointer he quickly looks in your direction, smirking and almost looked like he scoffed to himself and he really shoot his shot. you find yourself applauding for that three pointer and taehyun’s looking at you with an incredulous expression wiped all over his face.

as each quarter passed, so does team captain of the opposing team. he huddles with his team before looking back. you were unsure if you were being delusional but it seemed plausible. as the game continues on you realise your bsf’s team’s score is way past the opposing, with a good 12 point difference. the buzzer indicates the end of the game and the crowd cheers for the home team.

taehyun’s teammates gather around each other, even their friends from the crowd join in the huddle as you make your way down the seats. you tip-toe, searching for your best friend, the one who you came to support. and you did. until you felt a light tap on your shoulder.

team captain from the opposing team standing in front of you with a boyish grin and beads of sweat falling off the tips of his hair and onto his forehead. you couldn’t help but blush from the way he’s slightly towering over you.

“hi, is this your first time watching?” he asks you, not thinking that’d be what he’d say. and all you do is nod in response, your doe eyes almost having him trip on his words. “I thought so, you’re really pretty and it’d be hard to miss.”

you feel like squealing, and internally you are.

“I’m yeonjun, by the way.” he puts his hand out as you shake his politely and give him your name in return. but he repeats it, whispering it to himself with a smirk on his lips, almost like he doesn’t want to forget your name. and it sounds good as it fell from his lips.

“you did really well tonight, yeonjun. I’m sorry you didn’t win.” your voice is so gentle, he’s feeling butterflies in his stomach for the first time that evening.

“it’s okay, I got to meet you though.” he chuckles, and you do too. “you think I can get your number? I’d love to get to know you more.”

you nod, biting back your smile a little. “yeah, I’d like that.”

“yeah?” he teases, giving you his phone and letting you put in your number in his contacts with your name and a heart emoji next to it.

once you pass his phone back to him you hear your name being called by no other than taehyun. you turn to see him walking past his friends and teammates to make his way to you, then turn back to look at yeonjun who’s walking backwards, getting dragged by his teammates for photos, all while he shakes his phone in his hand and mouthing ‘I’ll call you.’ with the cutest wink (blink) you’ve ever seen. you couldn’t help but shake your head with an amused scoff to yourself.

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[anonymous-cupcakea03]

Thinking about Ratio but he's actually really desperate for touch despite acting like he isn't and he's trying so hard to pretend he's very normal about it. Like he's pressed up to Aventurine on the couch and Aventurine's stopped petting his hair and he's just holding back tears because he can't bring himself to ask Aventurine to continue

[djosephqueery]

[welcometothewoes]

The image of A lying down with their head on B's chest, listening to their heartbeat while dozing off and basking in the warmth B emits gets me through the workday agh it's so good and tender

Especially if B puts their hand on A's back and slowly caresses them, or maybe plays with their hair, and all their problems melt away for a few hours because it's just the two of them in the whole wide world

[cheeseceli]

Sometimes I write because I want to. Sometimes I write because I need to. Right now, this is the latter.

Hyunjin saw you when his eyes were closed.

He didn't know it was you though. How could he if he didn't even know "you" existed. But he was sure he saw someone. In between the music that reached his ears and the fog that lived in his brain, he saw a person.

He couldn't see the person's features, but he knew they were beautiful. So beautiful that he found immediate peace. So beautiful that when he reached to touch your face, the world stopped. He couldn't see your lips, but he knew you were smiling. And so he smiled.

But then he left his dream to see his bedroom's ceiling. You weren't there. His smile fell. The music stopped and the world kept going on in its natural disorder and sadness. He was alone once again.

Now, he knew this was weird. It could be just a dream. It could be just a cruel prank his brain decided to pull on him. But he was so sure that it hid some meaning. He never felt like that, it had to mean something.

He laughed at himself. How could he feel anything towards a shadow in a dream? And how could he even dare to call it love? He didn't even know what romantic love felt like. He never fell for anyone. He just fantasised a lot about this feeling, hoping he'd feel its effects one day. He doesn't know what it is like.

But he would wish it felt somewhat similar to what he just felt. It lasted some minutes only, but he swears he never felt so at peace. It felt like coming back home. He was coming back home to you.

Oh, he wished he knew who "you" was.

He closed his eyes again. He tried to go back to you, hoping to see you in his dreams just like he did before. And he silently prayed that he could meet you one day. And his prayers were listened to.

Because some days later he sees you for the first time. But it feels like it's the thousandth time he saw you, like he loved you in his past life and all that came before this one. He says that with certainty, because he just saw you. But he knew he was somehow going back to you.

A/n: feel free to skip this part because I will only ramble now lmao. But the thing is, I listened to love wins all by IU and I also watched the MV. To say that I cried is an understatement. But this song also changed my point of view in so many things. Imagine being able to make hell look beautiful just because the person you love is by your side. Imagine fighting against a greater evil knowing you will lose just because you don't want your lover to suffer, and then you need to give it a try. Imagine facing the inevitable end and even there being together. I am aroace. I have never felt romantic love before. Sometimes I doubt if I ever will. But this song made me fall in love with someone who didn't even exist, or at least I don't know if they do. This song made me feel so many things at once. It changed something inside my brain. Don't be surprised if a good amount of my next works are inspired by this song, it really did something to me. And I apologise if this doesn't make a lot of sense, but I had to write about it.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

[maximotts]

I’m thinking so hard about cowgirl!Wanda setting up a cozy hammock spot for you out back…

She’d have to be careful with it since you’re always so nosy, ordering the hammock, its posts, and other decorations to the farm office instead of home, keeping all the plants in the greenhouse and making sure you don’t stick your head in there, etc.

When time finally comes to put her plan into motion, she gets Nat and Agatha to keep you busy all day with strict instructions not to bring you back until dusk. It breaks her heart to drop you off at Nat’s cabin when you’re so pouty about it, wanting her to hang out with you as she typically did whenever she took a day off, but Wanda knew it’d all pay off.

And the poor thing works hard all day, pulling up grass and tilling dirt to lay stepping stones, stick the hammock in place, plant your favorite flowers.. Wanda even made the last minute decision to build some wood framework around two sides of the nook so she could wind those blue and white fairy lights she saw you admiring whenever you went into town.

By the time you get home, Wanda’s putting the finishing touches on, placing fluffy outdoor pillows and some new blankets in the hammock and the large glider chair she’d bought as an added place to sit. She hears you calling out for her from inside the house so Wanda rushes to greet you and you giggle at her dirt smudged denim cut offs, the old shirt she only wore around the house somehow even more grungy now. “Where have you been? You were supposed be taking a day off-“

“Don’t lecture me about resting until you see what I’ve been doing!” Wanda laughs, closing the distance between you two so she could turn you in her arms and cover your eyes with her hand, “Walk with me, bunny. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

The next time you open your eyes you’re greeted with the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen. “Wanda, what..”

“I wanted to give you your own special place,” Wanda stepped around to face you, fiddling with her hands as she pointed out all the details and features of your new custom space. “Thought it might be nice since you were kind enough to move in with me.. felt a little bad I’ve got all my shit everywhere and you didn’t have much. But if you don’t like it o-or if you want something inside I can-“

You shut her up with a kiss, passionate and insistent, crashing into her hard enough to make her stumble back a step. Pulling away, you hold her face in your hands, thumbs brushing away the small flecks of dirt she’d gotten on her cheeks during the day. “You sweet, sweet girl… Come try out this hammock with me.”

Laying under the stars, snuggled deep into Wanda’s arms under your new quilt as the two of you gently swayed back and forth, you’re sure you’re going to burst with all the love hammering through your body. "So you like it?"

Wanda feels you nod against her chest, gently squeezing her arm in reassurance, "I love it.. love you more though." It's true, as much as you adore this spot, you know it means so much that she made it, that she thought of your needs and took so much time to create something special in an effort to make you feel welcome in your new home. As if your girlfriend didn't already keep you happy and secure everyday.

And you’re just about to ask Wanda a question about the constellation you spotted when you hear a soft snore from above so you resign yourself to closing your eyes too; Wanda’s long day and your overwhelming emotions tuckered you both out.

[collectivecloseness]

Oohh for the spotify thing, how about 20 with Eddie Munson??

Literally a great pick, and again another on my character playlist for this specific person. It’s Cherry Bomb by The Runaways!

Eddie Munson x reader

Eddie always drove you back after school, no matter if you were going to his place, yours, or anywhere else in Hawkins. Walking hand in hand with you through the corridors as you both chucked your bags in his van and managed to leave that shithole behind, and go somewhere for the rest of the day no one would bother Eddie, or the both of you.

Today Eddie had finished taking you out for a milkshake, conveniently the both of you taking long enough to finish that by the time you got back to Eddie’s trailer, you’d both be able to say a quick bye to Wayne before his shift, and it meant you had the entire place to yourselves. As you did most evenings... and nights when you could find an excuse, or sneak out.

Although you had to pick up some stuff from your place before you could go over to Eddie’s, so he was driving there first. Hoping that you’d both stop off at another perfect time, one where there was already food on the table, that your mom always encouraged Eddie to have some of.

He really did like your mom, mostly at first because she always liked him too. She never treated him differently, or bad, even from the start. She literally welcomed Eddie into her home with open arms, giving him a hug that first time she met him, probably because of how much you’d raved about how wonderful Eddie was before.

And Eddie was pestering you about if you knew what your mom was making tonight, and if she might have already made it by the time they get there, when it reminded you of something you forgot to tell Eddie this morning.

“Oh actually, my mom and I were talking about you last night.” You nodded from the passenger seat.

Eddie stopped asking about food, intrigued, turning to you with an expression that was inviting into a full conversation, interested as he let his eyes go back to the road. “Oh yeah? What about? Can your mom not stop complimenting me and going on about how you’ve got such a bitchin’ boyfriend?” Eddie rolled the last couple of words off his tongue, holding it at the base of his open mouth as he beamed at you, head exaggeratedly bent down to tilt up at you, chuckling at your earned laugh.

“No!” You retort smiling. “She said that earlier.”

“Ohhhh, of course!” Eddie beamed, going along with your ‘very serious’ nods. “My apologies. Why were you talking about me?”

“We were listening to a song in the car and she said it remained her of you. And to be honest I totally agree.” You explain, already sensing the eager interest arising in your boyfriend, who would be bouncing in his seat the whole journey if you kept it from him.

“Ooooh, what is it!?” Eddie says excitedly, licking his lips as his eyes flit between you and the road, tapping his fingers on his wheel, almost like a subconscious drumroll. “Holy Diver? Enter Sandman? Please tell me you finally showed her some real Ozzy.”

Instead of answering, you move your hand and eject the tape currently playing Seek & Destroy, letting it fall to his dashboard as you rummage inside your bag by your feet.

Only when you ejected Eddie’s tape, in the middle of a song, a genuine pout spread across Eddie’s poor face. “Heyyy wha- wait.” He whined pitifully, and you looked up at him, raising an eyebrow, at his genuine big brown eyes.

He literally repeated that song twice in the 11 minutes to the milkshake place. “Eddie.” Is all you say, your hand down your bag, just looking at him. And he gets over it real quick. Shuffling up in his seat, attentive as you pulled a blank tape out, and slotted it into place, interested to hear what song was about to start playing.

‘Cherry Bomb’ by The Runaways hadn’t been exactly what he was expecting.

You looked to him as it started playing, noticing he wasn’t shocked, or upset, or ecstatic, he was genuinely thinking about it. His eyes looking up at he tapped his fingers on the wheel to the beat, before looking at you.

“Really?” He says genuinely, taking it in, considering it, and wanting your thoughts on it too, as he thinks more about it, already knowing the song of course. He did like it.

“Yeah actually, I think it does fit your...” you gesture Eddie up and down with your hand, looking at him, and remembering as you listened to the song yesterday you thought all about Eddie Munson “-well, you.”

“Huh.” Eddie nods, nibbling his lip as he nods slightly to the song. “I see it actually.”

“Yeah.” You add quietly, both of you starting to properly nod to the song now. And when Eddie turns to you, cracking a smile, you know he’s about to sing, and knowing him so well, you join in at the exact same time.

“I’m the fox you’ve been waitin’ for!!”

You both burst into laughs, the excited and sudden unison so you two, singing it to each other dramatically, before beginning to rock in your seats. Smiling as you sing the popular song together.

“-Hello mom! I’m your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch- cherry bomb!”

You both exclaim the words, the energy in the van always this high.

“Hello world, I’m your wild girl!”

Eddie rolls his eyes at the ‘wild’ part, and you remember just how ‘him’ this song sometimes feels.

“Yeah. It is you, this song. You’re my wild girl.” You tell Eddie, smiling entrancingly at him, your baby girl, and Eddie very quickly plays along.

“You’re my wild girl.” He says himself leaning in all teasing and mushy to tell you, before you do the exact same thing. Both repeating the words “You’re my wild girl”, “No you’re my wild girl” to each other over and over, until you both pull back from where your lips are extended comically and gushily at each other, laughing too breathlessly from the pose for anyone to repeat the joke.

Before you both end up joining in the song again, quick to make sure you can get to the chorus.

“-ausin’ teenage blues. GET DOWN LADIES, you got nothing to lose!”

You both sing the lyrics loudly and pumped with each other, jamming out together like you often do in his van, and practically anywhere Eddie or you can have music.

“Hello daddy, hello mom!-“

You started the next line, but Eddie instead chose not to ch-ch- with you, and turn to ask you openly. “Hey! Maybe that’s how I should announce myself to your parents when I walk into their home real soon. With the cherry bomb part and everything!” He suggests, a casually serious look on his face as commitment to the bit saying it, but his deep brown eyes sparkling with playfulness.

“Oh yeah. That’ll go over radically.” You both nod in comical agreement, like you’re making fun of middle aged men in a business meeting. And you even manage to throw a thumbs up and a solid wink to Eddie, that he replies with a twisted lipped confident smile, and the okay signal with his free hand. Both throwing out “yeah’s” back and forth to each other, in agreement of this excellent plan.

Although as the next part of the song comes on, one bit is dropped for another for Eddie, as you both listen to the chorus of moans playing in the song.

And as you wonder why Eddie was turning to you yet again, and without singing, he quickly outdid you on the jesting scale.

“Your mom wasn’t reminded of me with the moaning part of the song right?” Eddie asked you, as if he was shocked at the sudden thought she’d overheard anything, but not even bothering to hide his grin.

You slap his shoulder, laughing as he lets one out himself, punching his elbow lightly, just pretending he was ‘saved’ because he was driving, even as you chuckled, shaking your head ‘disapprovingly’ at Eddie with a smile. Which was not a rarity.

Eddie gestured with his hand out as if he had a point, still smirking. “I mean it’s not like anyone’s heard us when you always make us both be so quiet when we’re up there-“ another whack, this time to his knee, cutting him off short.

And you snort laugh first, rolling your eyes at him as Eddie smirks at his suggestive quip. Although beaming with full teeth at you, proud to hear that noise meaning he made you laugh so. And God if you can’t just beam yourself, seeing that stupid smile on his face.

There’s a singular moan before the start of the next verse, and this time Eddie wasn’t quiet listening for it. Instead he leant in close to you, and moaned in time with the song, breathy and sensual and overdramatic in your face.

This time your hand is in his face, pushing him back as Eddie laughs into your palm and spread fingers, his soft skin, pliable lips, and warm breath teasing you, although being teased himself as you pulled away.

Chuckling, you brought your knees up in your seat, feeling your heart race as it so often did, even though you’d been dating Eddie for a while now, he still found ways to make you fall in love over and over. Actually, you don’t think that ever stopped happening.

And at seeing your curled up, excited and chuckling expression, and after he knew his flirting made you feel good, as always, Eddie winks at you, open mouthed smirking, his tongue on his bottom lip.

God your boyfriend was so hot. You admired his body, and hair, and clothes, and his shining personality next to you right now, feeling your blood rush through your body as you let yourself flutter with how extraordinary you knew Eddie was. You were so lucky.

“I’ll give ya something to live for” Eddie sings beautifully to you, before taking your chin with his thumb and forefinger, looking at you for the moment as he sings, shaking your chin lightly. “Have ya and grab ya, till you’re sore!” He squeezes your chin, with his teasing, scrunched smirk.

You giggle in his hold, your whole face lighting up as you love the atmosphere you always have with Eddie. Smirking right back at his perfect face. Not batting him away this time.

Until Eddie lets go himself, leaning over your lap with his arm stretched in his leather jacket, quickly opening the glove compartment by you, to show you his assortment of lollipops he keeps in there just for you. Ever since you two started dating.

You gasp excitedly, mouth open with a beam and thrilled eyes at Eddie! Leaning in to grab a cherry one for him and you, quickly taking off the easy slip wrapping, and popping yours into your mouth, relishing over the cherry flavour gushing over your tastebuds and cheeks.

At the same time leaning Eddie’s cherry lolly over to him, and giggling as he waggles his tongue out, and eventually wraps it around the cherry lollipop, his tongue flicking wetly against the tip of your thumb in amusement.

Taking the sweet red treat into his mouth, lolling it into the corner of his cheek, as he smirks at you. His mouth finally silent, except for breathy laughs that are so Eddie, but his eyes saying it all, glowing and sparkling just so unbelievably in love with you.

Eddie unable to stop stealing glances of you in his passenger seat, as you both speed off down the Hawkins road. Head banging together, especially with Eddie’s shaggy mullet, to the guitar, drums, and last yells of “Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb!”

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i love angst when im in the mood for it BUT I LOVE ANGST EVEN MORE WHEN THERES A HAPPY ENDING AND YOU GAVE ME THAT THANK YOUUUU

I WILL NEVER NOT GIVE YOU GUYS A HAPPY ENDING

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# project: edens garden boy trio kiss you headcanons ! !

characters: damon maitsu, kai monteago & wolfgang akire.

prompt: how they kiss you. warnings: lots of kissing, boys being touchy + kai is a cringe tiktoker or whatever.

authors note: ok ngl. writing kai was so horrific i luv him but wtf lmao hope you guys enjoy !! i was gonna post this for new years but uh.. i got impatient sooooo!!! also kais va follow me on twt im really happy... yeah! i love damon hes my babygirl jmkoaklp okok written by 🎈 admin yippee!!

# damon maitsu

he keeps it private, although on rare occasions he’ll place a somewhat sweet quick kiss on your lips before leaving; yet damon prefers to show his appreciation for you in private, since he has an ego and title to uphold.

his kisses are probably aggressive. like i can see him roughly grabbing your waist and pulling you in for a kiss, all while having one hand on your chin. even though he won’t admit it, he enjoys when you initiate the kiss. his favorite are nose kisses but it makes him embarrassed, so he’ll act all annoyed but he secretly enjoys it.

 he probably makes fun of you if you can’t reach him for a kiss. he will laugh at you and enjoy every second of it.

# kai monteago

he’s a pretty boy influencer; this boy probably does everything. he probably enjoys pinning you to the wall while you kiss because it makes him look cooler. doesn’t mind kissing you in front of people, although he enjoys it more alone because he can do it for longer.

he likes to surprise you with kisses. he thinks your reaction is amusing and cute and teases you when your cheeks turn pink. his kisses are usually quick in public, long in private. he’s pretty messy with it and he doesn’t care. admires you in between kisses because i say so.

+ he looks up rizz tutorials on tiktok at 2 am and takes them so seriously he calls himself the rizzler fr.

# wolfgang akire

generally has no shame so he doesn’t really mind kissing you in front of people, just nothing too serious or long. quick forehead kisses, kisses on your hand or cheek kisses. he’s fine with pretty much everything since he doesn’t feel embarrassment from doing it in front of anyone.

i can imagine he’s quite gentle with you. he’ll bring himself down to your height while holding your hands and place kisses on your lips, forehead; just anywhere. his hands will usually be holding your waist, and afterwards he’ll pull you in for a warm hug.

© do not repost / translate on other websites!

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⸻ FALLEN 🔍

shikanoin heizou x gn!reader | 2k+ words ; no pronouns used for reader. fluff. mini angst (if u squint) near-end but it'll be back to fluff. reader is bitchless and bitter in life. a lot of swearing. heizou kinda a bitch but we love him. mentions of 4nemo, dckz and liyue. mentions of reader's insecurities. ayamiya cameo (i just love my girls).

NOTICE UST PASKUHAN (desc from wikipedia): The Paskuhan is the culmination of the university-wide Christmas activities of the University of Santo Tomas in Manila, Philippines. | SONG USED: Fallen by Lola Amour

WHO WANTS TO BE MY PASKUHAN DATE?

Damn. Why does everyone else have a date, even your friends, except you? The Gods of Celestia truly have their favorites — they're not even trying to hide it.

In every corner you go, you see a couple holding hands, sitting on the other's lap, flirting, cuddling, some even kissing. It was such a gross and horrifying sight to see. You just wanted to go home, tuck yourself in your bed, and watch some Netflix all alone.

Who knew the single-bitchless life could be this boring? All your friends have left you to hang out with their partners, leaving you alone on the crowdy campus of Teyvat National.

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You sighed. Archons forbid you from sitting on the grass because you swear there's no place here where there's no couple grossly being romantic to each other.

So, now you're here sitting on the bench, all alone, with an ice cream melting in your hand. How did you end up here? You're bitchless.

Without a thought, you started licking your ice cream like a lone dog waiting for its owner to come back. Can anyone blame you for being such an antiromantic? Just looking at your surroundings is enough to gross you out. Maybe it's the effect of being single and bitter in life.

"Didn't know I'd ever see the day the over-friendly Y/N would be seen eating ice cream alone!" You heard a familiar voice cackling like a devil as he teased you for being alone.

"Shut it, you spawn of satan," you rolled your eyes at him, eating your ice cream nonchalantly.

It wasn't new to be teased by the campus fuckboy (campus crush — he's secretly a sweetheart) for being alone. I mean, you're not gonna lie — he's got that charisma, looks, money, and talent (you gagged at the thought of praising him for having skills). While you? You feel like a piece of shit. A doormat and a complete waste of time.

But, of course, your friends would say otherwise even though they've left you hanging in the air alone. And you love them for that (even though they make you feel so single every single time).

"Dear archons! Heizou, what the hell?!"

Before you knew it, Heizou had already licked a portion of your ice cream.

"Careful, L/N. Your guard should be up any time," Heizou smirked at you, wiping the ice cream that went to his face.

You looked at him as he licked his lips. He looks so damn fine. His lips look so plump and shiny you just want to kiss him — of course, you won't say this to his face, or it will inflate his ego more.

"You're staring way too much," Heizou leaned closer, your eyes meeting.

His eyes are so pretty...

"Are you sure you're not in love with me? Hm?" He teased, closing the gap even more.

His lips...

"Say, do you want to be my Paskuhan date?"

His overall facial features are just so... Wait. What?

You quickly stood up, looking all flustered. "I— I have to go."

Heizou looked at you with a puzzled look on his face as he watched you grab your stuff in a hurry. He was a bit worried if he had scared you or made you uncomfortable.

"And here I thought I was finally getting a date," Heizou sighed at the thought of missing out on having a new taste of Paskuhan.

Holy shit. You are so doomed to face eternal damnation if you ever take a good look at that damned Shikanoin detective Conan wannabe again. Of all the people who you'll like, why him? Why the campus crush — the one that is out of your league?

You swear to every archon that is listening right now (if there's one) to command the universe to stop playing with your feelings. Or maybe they're enjoying the show, laughing at you while eating their popcorn on cloud nine.

Seeing as how the mass of people is piling up, you squeezed your way through the front of the stage. The idols performing today are the only reasons why you decided to stay despite feeling grossed out the entire day. You can't miss this out now, or you'll end up going home downright heartbroken.

Archons forbid you to shout at the top of your lungs, or you'll end up losing your voice. But really, who can resist the charm of 4NEMO's lead guitarist, Xiao? Thank all archons and Gods of Celestia because this university invited a big-time boy group like 4NEMO!

Teyvat National even got LIYUE — Liyue's biggest girl group — and DCKZ to perform! Oh, what a sight. With this whole concert concept Paskuhan offered, you managed to take your mind off being bitchless and Heizou's existence.

"And, for our last performer — we have our monster rookie in the industry, who also comes from our beloved University," the host announced, inciting the screams of many.

"We are honored to have him perform his debut song today... Shikanoin Heizou!"

Roars filled the entire campus, chants of Heizou's name could be heard, and lights were flashed. The crowd was a sight to see for Heizou, but he was looking for one and only person.

"HEIZOU?!" You screamed at the top of your lungs. Contrary to those of others, yours weren't a call of affectionate lovey lovey lovey dovey dovey dovey — it was more of an expression of shock.

HE'S AN IDOL NOW?!

Were you that outdated of the lives of those in your surrounding that you didn't know your classmate debuted? You do not know whether to be proud or envious that he achieved one of his dreams once more. You know that despite his outer persona, he's a very hardworking person on the inside.

Because of your scream, Heizou managed to pinpoint you from the crowd. Your eyes locked with his, his smile growing as the music started.

Everybody started grooving to the music.

"What if I told you that I've fallen?"

The whole crowd's partying spirit got liven up despite being tired from standing for three hours straight for the entire event. But you didn't complain, the song does hit like a truck, and it's definitely a fetch.

His eyes never left yours during his entire performance — it, undoubtedly, gave you butterflies and a racing heartbeat (though you claimed it was because of the coffee you drank early this morning).

"I shouldn't tell you that I've fallen."

With that one last line from his song, the curtains closed.

"And that was our final act for tonight and this year's Paskuhan. We hope that everyone enjoyed this event. See you all next year!" The emcee announced, and the number of people in the crowd started reducing.

The song never left your mind, even after minutes that passed after his performance. It was like a broken record — playing in an endless loop, swirling in your head.

Today was supposed to be your night, given that you've seen the idols you oh-so-loved and adored. But, after Heizou's song? You sure do not know what to feel and think, given that his gaze never left you earlier — as if he was conveying something.

"Y/N! Were you up in the very front?! You're so lucky!" You heard Yoimiya say as she shook your shoulders.

"Yeah," you respond, showing your gallery to them.

"Oh my. You're so up close to the stage. I told Yoimiya we should've gone sooner," Ayaka said regrettably.

Yoimiya chuckled, "Oh, well, at least we enjoyed our date!"

Your eyes narrowed. "Ah, yes, serves you two right since you left me to go with your date. Hmph."

"Hey! Last time you went with us, you were complaining about how you're being a third wheel for the nth time," Yoimiya explained, though you know they just wanted to spend time together alone.

Yoimiya nudged you, "Anyway, you going home yet?"

"Well, I don't think there's more to do here, so—"

"You're forgetting something, Y/N," you heard Heizou's voice from behind.

Ah, yes, I'm trying to forget about you, you damn Shikanoin Heizou.

You cleared your throat and faced your friends, "Yoimiya, Ayaka, you guys can go first."

"Oh, okay! Heizou, you slayed earlier. Okay, bye!"

"Yoimiya has always been a jolly one," Heizou commented. "But you know what brings a smile to my face?"

You crossed your arms and faced this dipshit, "What is it now?"

"You."

"What?"

Heizou laughed, "Look at you! Getting all flustered. Was that the feeling you felt while listening to my performance?"

"Fuck you, Heizou, and you wanting to play with my stupid emotions tendencies."

"Huh?" Heizou was stunned by your response.

Heizou wondered, did he do anything wrong to piss you off? Did he mess up something? Did you hate his song? He didn't know, and he was scared to know the reason. Given your reaction, you looked like you were about to erupt like a volcano — all those emotions and words that were stuck in your throat for a long time are about to burst out of your mouth.

"I like you. And I hate myself for feeling that way," you started, your voice breaking and tears threatening to fall down any moment now. "Your flirtatious habit annoys me to the core because when I'm so close to moving on from this ridiculous emotion, you keep squishing your way to my heart."

"Please stop toying with my heart already, Heizou," you continued.

The lump in your throat finally disappeared when you let those piled-up words out of your mouth. Unbeknownst to you, your tears had also fallen already — putting you in a very vulnerable state in Heizou's eyes.

"I," Heizou found it hard to relay the words he wanted to tell you. He didn't know how to properly explain his feelings toward you without sounding insincere.

"If you're going to apologize, don't," you said, rubbing your swollen eyes.

You know all too well that it's not his fault you're feeling this way. You could've stopped your feelings back when it has started developing, but you chose to ignore them. Now, you're being hypocritical because you're reflecting your anger on him.

"No. I'm sorry," Heizou wiped your tears and pulled you in for a tight embrace. "I should've been more clear to you when showing my real feelings."

"Now, what the fuck do you mean by that, you loser?" You said, burying your head on his chest (although you're hitting him really hard on his chest right now).

"I asked you to be my date earlier this afternoon. But I assume that pissed you off," Heizou explained, sighing deeply.

"You asked me to be your date?" You were confused. Did he actually ask you earlier, or is he just fooling around again? Oh, maybe it was that time you were too fancied by his beauty that your mind completely blanked out and malfunctioned.

Heizou's eyebrows met each other, "What? You didn't hear me earlier, did you?"

Hearing no response from you, Heizou sighed in disappointment. "Guess I'd have to chase after you for a year again. I'll have to wait for next year to ask you out to be my Paskuhan date, huh?"

You broke the hug with Heizou and looked at him with one eyebrow raised, "Why wait for next year's Paskuhan when the night's still not over yet?"

Heizou looked at you with widened eyes. Did you just accept his date proposal? It felt surreal to him. He chased after you for years now, and he can't believe he managed to ask you out (albeit failing on the first try).

"A-Are you agreeing to be my date for today?" Heizou's face was as red as a tomato, and it was evident that he was flustered.

"Tonight. Take me somewhere before I change my mind."

Heizou's face lit up at your words. "Where do you want to go?"

"I'm okay being by your side for as long as I can hide," you stated the lyrics from the song, which made him chuckle.

"So, you did listen to my performance," Heizou said, taking your hand.

You intertwined your fingers with him, "Of course, I'm proud of my dearest friend for achieving one of his dreams."

Heizou chuckled, "I'm glad I told you that I've fallen."

NOTE AKO'Y NAGBABALIK (i'm back) i was gone for a month, now i'm back from hellhole which is school. i have something in mind for mixed signals but i'd rather think about it carefully for now before actually executing my plan sahfauhfaud. anyway, i hope you enjoyed my little silly brainrot of heizou. ust paskuhan made me feel so bitchless, i just had to write this down and share my pain with everyone else. MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE! enjoy your holidays~

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Caterpillar Rave (Moriarty The Patriot)

~I wrote this at 3 am.~

CW: Bugs, swearing

Summary: A caterpillar shows up in William's study and he's not having it. Sherly finds the whole thing incredibly amusing.

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“Liam..”

“Don’t.” The blonde cut him off, not at all liking how amused Sherlock Holmes sounded in this moment. “Please, just…remove it.”

“But Liam, it’s only a ‘Pilly!” Sherlock nodded to the bright green caterpillar sitting on the window seal, struggling along towards one of William’s potted plants. “Don’t you know these little guys turn into some of the prettiest butterflies?”

“I don’t care. Remove it, please.” William glared, not budging from his spot towards the back of the room, his face grim. He had come to his study this morning to find none other than this intruder lingering about. “Ideally before it makes a meal out of my roses.”

“But of course.” Sherlock grinned, walking over and gathering the small critter in hand, giggling as it marched across his fingers. “Tickly little thing, aren’t ya? Alright- where’d you want this little guy, Liam?”

“Outside preferably- don’t come over here with it!” William stepped back when the detective approached, cupping his hands. “Just- dispose of it out the window or something!”

“Come now, Liam. You and I both know ‘Pilly’s don’t hurt humans.” Sherlock laughed as he turned back to the window, opening it up and letting the little guy go among some nearby ivy. “They’re good for the Ecosystem! Eat all the invasive plants and whatnot.”

“That’s lovely, and I’ll gladly let them do that outside. Not here.” William seemed to relax some upon the caterpillar’s exit, turning to his desk. “They’re welcome to the weeds amongst the garden; though I suspect Fred will pitch a fit if they find their way to his tomatoes..”

“Poor kid would disguise himself as one just to take them down.” Sherlock snickered at the mental image, walking up to William with his hands still in fists. “I hadn’t known you were afraid of Pillys, Liam.”

“I’m not afraid of them. I just find them disgust-EEH!” William archered when he felt something ticklish at the back of his neck, his collar being pulled. Slapping a hand there, the other reaching around to feel his back, it was only then he realized nothing had been dropped down his clothes. Turning around, he cut a scary look at Sherlock, face red. “You are a scoundrel, Mr. Holmes.”

Sherlock howled in mirth, head thrown back as he held his belly. “Oohohohoho my god! What a sqheheheal that was, Liam! Oohohohoho, god! *Snort* Yohohohohur fahahahce!”

William only continued to glare, arms crossed and scowl permanent as Sherlock doubled over, slapping his knees as he cackled. “Are you done? If not, you can continue your laughing fits back at Baker Street.”

“Wahhait! Wait, Liam, I’m-pffft! Ehehehe! I’m sorry!” Sherlock shuffled over to the glaring blonde, holding up his hands in apology. “You’d know I’d never actually do that to you! I just wahahanted to spohohook you, thahahat’s all!”

William only turned away, silent as stone. Sherlock sobered, wondering if he’d genuinely hurt the other man with his prank.

“Liam, I truly am sorry-”

What happened next was a blur. Sherlock had gone to apologize properly, a flash of red gleamed, and the next thing he knew he was on his back, arching with a shout of laughter as William’s fingers attacked his ribs. “AH! AHhahhehahhahahaha! L-LIihihihihiham, pleahahhahahahse!”

“My, how quickly you’ve gone to begging. After how much laughing you’ve done at me just now, I’d figure you’d want to keep going.” William teased, something devilish in his voice as he wormed his fingers up and down Sherlock’s ribs. “Don’t stop on my account, now.”

“Ahehahahhhahahahaha! Lihihihiihihiam! Lihihihihiam, pleehahahhhahahse, nohohohohot the rihihihiihihihbs!” The detective thrashed and squealed, torn between curling into a ball and fighting the hands working their way up slowly towards his upper ribs. “Coohohohohome ohohoohoh, I’m shahahhhahahrry!”

“I don’t believe you.” William spoke without malice. “This isn’t nearly as hard as the way you laughed after your little prank. I think it’s only fair we reach that same level before I let you go.” His thumbs drew circles against the brunette’s upper ribs, the rest of his fingers tapping along his armpits. “My, is this a bad spot?”

“EEEE! Lihihiihhiihhiam, dohoohohoohon’t!” Sherlock arched, nearly sending them both flying as those dastardly fingers dug into his upper torso. Reaching out, he gently squeezed the blonde’s sides, making him yelp and pull his hands back. “Gohohohohotcha nohohohohow!”

“Ihihi’m suhuhuhre you thohohohught!” William giggled out as he pushed the hands away, reaching back and squeezing Sherlock’s knee. The detective all but spasmed, a squeaky guffaw breaking out his lips. “Now, If I recall correctly, you have a rather good tickle spot right along…”

“Nohohohoho! Nohohoohho, Liahahhaam plehehehahse! Not the fehehhet! Not the FEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHT!” Sherlock shrieked when his feet were attacked, William’s nails dancing against his socked soles. Flopping like a fish, Sherlock’s next few rounds of noise were a combination of swears, jumbled threats, and pleads for mercy. “LIHIHIIIHIAM, PLEHAHHAHAHSE!”

“Done laughing at me? Are you going to pull any more tricks like that?” William asked.

“YHEHEHEHEHEHS! I MEAHHAHAN NOOHOOHOHO! BOHOHOHOOTH?”

“Both? Now which one are you referring to, Sherly?” William released his feet, moving back up to squeeze the detective’s legs, making him kick and giggle. “Are you intending to prank me again with those awful things?”

“Nohohoohhoohoho! *Snort* Nehehhehehehver!” Sherlock wheezed, cheeks rosy and lightly glistening.

“Are you done laughing at me?” 

“Mahahhahaybe? Ah! Ohoohohokay ohohohokay!” Sherlock squeaked when a hand went back to his knee briefly. “Ihihihihiihm done, I swhehheahhahar!”

“Hm…very well.” William released the other, watching as Sherlock collapsed against the wooden floors with a gasp. “You’re forgiven. Do that again and I’ll have your head.”

“Whihiihch one?” Sherlock asked, giggling through a yelp when William pinched his arm, shaking his head.

“You’re terrible.”

“You lohohove me.”

“You’re just fortunate I do.” William turned to get up, only to find Sherlock’s arms locking him in place. “Sherly, I do need to get some work done.”

“You tickle me to tears and think that’s the end? I think not!” Sherlock declared, pressing his face into the blonde’s neck, nuzzling it gently. “Besides, you work all the time. Come spend the day with me. We’ll go to that hotspring again- get something good to eat along the way. Besides.” Sherlock’s tone turned conspiratorial as he eyed the window. “What if that Pilly comes back and brings friends? They’d ambush you!”

“I’ll be sure to sacrifice you to them.” William elbowed him gently in the belly, earning a huff of laughter against his neck. “I’m sure they’d find someone like you to their taste; even if it’d be a light meal when they reach your brain.”

“Light meal!? Oh, you’re asking for it now, Liam! Come here!” The tickles resumed, this time William’s laughter filling the room alongside Sherlocks.

~~~

Down below, Fred stared incredulously at the small patch of Caterpillars munching at his Tomato plant.

“This.” He pointed, already making plans on his newest disguise. “Means WAR!”

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[nhi-theuserof-this]

I haven’t yelled about punknoir/noirpunk as much as I need to have this excerpt from my draft:

Things are a bit different in this case, "Come over at my place for any reason, right darling?"

This time the offer was an invitation. It was asking for a visitor that didn't show exclusively to be cared for.

"'Course," Ben had replied, "same to you doll."

There was a smile in his voice and he tipped his hat in a subtle nod that Ben had called a polite gesture, though the common usage implied other things as well.

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Gah— these two are so auggh I’m sick of them (affectionate)