#ooh and a drink and snacks are included

[katsukistofu]

prickle me pink

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ k. bakugo x fem reader. fluff. ⭑ katsuki finds himself taking care of the cactus you gifted him against his better judgement.

It’s in the little things he does.

The sticky notes he leaves for you in the bento box he “accidentally” made an extra of and gives to you because he “ain’t wasting perfectly good food,” telling you to drink your damn water and that he’s proud of you, or that you look cute today.

Your favorite snack and a juicebox on your desk in the morning before the bell rings, which you swear you’ve only mentioned liking once and it was when you first met.

Whenever he fusses over your jacket when it’s cold outside and insists you hold hands with him, saying it’s “more work for him if you get sick.” Yet the way he takes off his scarf to wrap you up in its warmth is devastatingly gentle, despite his coarse scoldings.

Homemade chocolates shoved into your hands the moment you arrive at school every single White Day without fail, ignoring the stares from envious onlookers as he tugs you by the hand to walk you to class. The bandaids, only the cute character ones because you’re a stubborn brat who won’t wear anything else no matter how bad you get hurt, and ointment he keeps in his school bag.

Because he knows how accident prone you can be and it drives him insane whenever he sees a new scratch or bruise come from out of nowhere when you were fine moments ago.

Katsuki’s always been meticulous about everything in his life, and that includes loving you.

So the confusion on his face is almost humorously palpable as he squints at the cactus you randomly place in front of him in class one day.

“What is this?” Your boyfriend grumbles, holding his notebooks and pencil case in his hands. “Taking up space on my desk.”

“Suki!” You pout. “That’s mean. I bought this cactus.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Because…?”

“‘Cause it reminds me of you!”

The fuck does that even mean, it reminds you of him? This short, misshapen, stubby little thing that needed to be buried in dirt to even stand up on its own? Katsuki snorts, his amusement only growing at the sight of your deepening worried frown.

As if he would ever throw away anything from you. He’d rather take one of his own explosions to the face.

“Thanks, I guess.” Is all he says, his hand coming down to give a strong pat to your head. It was kind of ugly, but whatever. Hell, it was a gift from you that you specifically got for him, and honestly that’s all that mattered. “I’ll take care of it.”

You beam up at him from under his palm, and his heart clenches. “Really?”

“Yeah. Now go sit your ass down and take out that homework I know you forgot to do last night.”

“Yessir!” You mock salute and hurry over to your seat, opening up your shoulder bag.

Denki grimaces as he passes by, pointing at the new green addition to the blond boy’s desk. “Ew Bakugo, what is that?”

“Shut up, Dunce Face.” Katsuki scowls, protectively moving the pot closer to him. “Your eyes are getting shittier than Glasses’.”

Mina laughs as Denki sulks, now in his own seat, and glances over to where he was pointing at. “Ooh, it’s actually pretty cute!”

“Damn right it is.”

Katsuki’s lips curve slightly in pride, crimson eyes flickering over to your direction where you were hunched over scribbling on paper with scrunched up eyebrows, trying to do some problems on your own while you wait for him to come over. Fuck, you’re cute, he thinks.

“That’s ‘cause my girl picked it.”

After class, Katsuki finds himself googling “how to not kill a cactus” for the first time in his life and of course it’s because of you.

His brow raises as he scans the gardening article on his phone screen.

He’s no green thumb but he’s had some experience and it was pretty easy to keep a plant alive, but just to make sure. Half of it is information he already knows, put your cactus in a good spot to get sunlight, water it once a week, yada yada.

But what catches his eye is the section labeled “Flowering Cacti.”

So they could bloom depending on the species, and only under very nit-picky conditions, like cool to warm temperature fluctuations and specific pollinators. Interesting.

Hopefully he wouldn’t have to wrangle a bat to get some flowers to grow on it, though he could probably ask that animal-talking extra to help.

“Katsuki!” Something tackles him from behind and he barely budges, already knowing it’s you. It’s muscle memory at this point, the feeling of your soft body against his, etched into the molecules of his skin from all those times you’d sneak into his dorm past curfew to cuddle and how you always fell asleep on him during class field trips, not to mention plane rides.

You peer over his broad shoulder like a hamster peeking out of their hidey hole. “What are you looking at?”

“Nosy.” Katsuki snorts, holding up his phone to your face. Deliberately only showing the guide on how to care for cacti indoors, and not the flowering one. He doesn’t want you to see it, not yet.

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You’re in your boyfriend’s dorm room several days later, finally finishing the last problem on the new sheet of homework you got from Ectoplasm’s class. Bakugo hovers over you to scan your equations, finally giving a satisfied nod.

A jolt of pride courses through him. You got all of them right, just like how he taught you.

“Good job.” Katsuki pats your head and your heart soars. You tilt your head up to give a little smooch to his palm and he blushes, jerking his hand back.

“The fuck?” He laughs, grabbing your wrist and pinning it to his mouth in retaliation, pressing a painstakingly soft kiss there, then to your palm too. Katsuki smirks at the way he makes you shakily exhale at his touch. “What was that for?”

“Nothing.” An almost drowsy, content smile spreads across your lips. “Just love you so much.”

"Stop trying to one up me,” Katsuki rasps in your ear. You yelp as his hands squeeze your hips hard, holding onto his toned arms to steady yourself.

“Not trying to! Just telling the truth.” You keep looking at him with a cute, dumb grin on your face, and his breath catches.

Your eyes widen as you sneak a glance at his desk.

“Woah! Katsuki Jr. got taller.”

He snorts, turning his head to also look at the cactus that’s been sitting under his lamp for the past week. “Katsuki Jr.?”

“Yeah because you guys have the same hair.” You exaggerate a dreamy sigh, reaching up to caress his cheek. “He really takes after you, Katsuki Sr.”

“Shut up, dumbass.” He nudges your cheek with his nose, drinking up the delicious sounds of your giggles.

“Can I sit in your lap now?” You ask shyly.

With an eye roll, Katsuki holds his arms out for you to claim the reward he proposed earlier for this study session. “Get over here already.”

His arms wrap comfortably around your waist as you settle in your usual spot between his firm thighs, and he drops his head down and brushes a soft kiss against the crook of your neck.

“I love you too.” The pink blossoming across his cheeks contradicts his gruff tone, but you’ve known him too long to not know better.

Katsuki Bakugo is meticulous in loving you, and that means he never says anything he doesn't mean.

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The vibrations in the pocket of his slacks are becoming so incessant that he can’t ignore them anymore and Katsuki sighs under his breath as he slips it out while Aizawa’s turned to the board to write something.

ass gremlin

sukiiiii

ass gremlin

katsudonnnnn

ass gremlin

kitkattttt

katsu curry

What

ass gremlin

send me pics of our baby pls i wanna see how tall he is now

katsu curry

?

That cactus you bought me two weeks ago

ass gremlin

duh!!!

katsu curry

Later

In my room before we go out

ass gremlin

YAYYAYAY

can u help me pick my outfit too

katsu curry

Duh

We’re matching dumbass

Katsuki’s behind you with a firm hand on your waist to hold you in place when you smirk at the window sill, and he looks up to see that you’re admiring Katsuki Jr.

The cactus was an even more vibrant shade of green than when you first gave it to him, and small, delicate pink flowers were starting to bloom on its fuzzy head.

It took a lot of effort to get those to start growing, but it was all worth it to see the delighted expression on your face right now.

“So you really have been taking care of him like he’s your kid, huh?”

“Our kid.” He corrects you with a grumble against your neck, easily zipping up the back of your dress in one smooth motion. “Told you I would, didn't I? Thing was a pain in the ass to find high potassium fertilizer for.

“Aw, really?” You turn around to face him and he brings you closer as your arms rest on his broad shoulders. “Well… you know how it’s better to have two cats than one, since just one kitty can make them feel lonely?”

He knows that look. Katsuki scowls, roughly poking a dent into your cheek to discourage the mischievous grin that's starting to spread across your face.

“You’ll never guess what I got you for our anniversary.”

“No.”

“But Katsuki Jr.!”

“I raised that little shit, he’ll tough it out.”

“I just thought maybe we could get him a sibling—“

“No.”

ur contact name is ass gremlin bc u have bad habit of smacking his butt when he walks by lol

[sevcasejay1chicago]

Well in that case.... I’m gonna send you this idea... if it sparks inspo... sweet. If not or you don’t want to take such requests at the moment that’s totally cool too.

What about something where the reader is working a couple jobs like waitressing and bar tending or something while also going to college. During finals she’s working and studying and neglecting sleep and self care. Buck and Eddie start to get worried. So they convince her to come hang out at the station. She ends up collapsing (maybe on the stairs? And gets a minor concussion) due to exhaustion and dehydration. Once she gets home they both insist she just relax and nothing else. Lots of cuddles and bringing her food and water and basically only letting her up to pee. Ooh and maybe they give her a bubble bath... very spa like with candles and they do all the work and wash her hair for her and everything...

Over worked and under paid- Eddie Diaz and Evan Buckley

Authors note: A few things.

1. I’m sorry this took so long. I’ve been so busy and I’ve only been able to write in short periods.

2. I know this isn’t my normal One Chicago content, but I love these boys too and you asked, so I (very lately) delivered.

Warnings: possible wrong medical jargon, passing out, over working, vomiting, concussion, FLUFF

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The boys are nothing short of proud and amazed by you. You are working part time as a barista at the coffee shop down the street from the station and frequently bartend for a friend at the bar that the 118 goes to every now and then. On top of your busy work schedule, you are also going to school online full time, helping take care of Christopher when Buck and Eddie are at the station, and trying to make sure you do your part around the house. If you asked Buck and Eddie, they would say you do too much in the first place and the house is something they can take care of, but you feel obligated to do your part.

Finals week has always been tough for you, but this is the first year that you are working two jobs and going to school full time. Buck and Eddie have been trying to help you as much as they can, including making sure you eat and drink, but they have been having a hard time getting you to slow down and sleep. Your mind just goes and thinks through all the stuff you need to be studying, so you are often sneaking out of bed to do so, much to Buck and Eddie’s dislike.

One day, Chris calls Eddie while he is at the station to express his worry. You had picked Chris up from school and brought him home like normal, but you didn’t get him a snack and sit down to help with his homework like you always do. He always tells you that you don’t have to, but you always do it anyways. With you forgetting this, the parlor of your face, and the bags under your eyes, Chris is worried something is seriously wrong with you.

Eddie has Buck call you as he calls Carla to come hang out with Chris. Buck calls you an Uber, saying you’ll be staying at the station and they want to help with everything, so you’ll just ride home with them. You cave, thinking that they are all gonna help you study, but not knowing their plan to get you to sleep or rest at the very least.

You arrive with your book bag on your back, still in your jeans and black tee from work earlier. Buck and Eddie hear Hen greet you and go to meet you at the top of the stairs. They both go running down as they watch your eyes roll into the back of your head as you drop with a loud thud, your forehead smacking against the railing as you go down.

“Y/n!!” Buck, Eddie, Hen, and Bobby yell. Buck and Eddie run down to get to you as Hen grabs the kit from the ambo and Cap runs up the stairs, having just come in the side door after getting something out of his personal truck.

Bobby is the first to make it to you and carefully holds your head in one hand while checking your pulse with the other. “She’s tacky and has labored breathing.” Bobby announces to the room. “Hen, give me the collar and then go get the rig ready.” Bobby instructs, passing you off to Eddie to steady you as he calls for Chim. “Chim. I need you on the floor. Y/n’s down. We need to go to the hospital.” He says, then after hearing a quick copy, he switches the radio to the dispatch frequency. “Dispatch, this is Captain Nash with the 118. Do you copy?” Bobby says, waiting for the copy from Maddie at dispatch before continuing. “Maddie, Y/n just collapsed at the 118. We are loading her and taking her to the er. Take the house out of commission.” Bobby says, standing as Buck finishes putting the collar on you and Eddie helps him hoist you into Evan’s arms.

“Copy you. Keep me posted. Dispatch out.” Maddie says.

Buck gently lays you down on the stretcher as Eddie takes a towel from Hen to gently wipe the blood from your face. Your eyes flutter as you groan, trying to swat his hand away. Hen chuckles as Bobby shuts the doors and Chim takes off with sirens blaring.

“Baby. Baby. Shhh. Stop mi amor.” Eddie murmurs, cupping your cheek in his hand as Hen places a pulse ox on your right hand. “It’s okay. We gotcha. You passed out baby.” Eddie explains as Buck clutches your hand and tries to keep his cool next to Eddie.

“Mmmm. Ed-ddie.” You moan, leaning into his touch. “D-don’t f-feel well.” You murmur, trying to push yourself into a sitting position. You don’t even have to express the way your feeling as your face turns ashen and your eyes widen.

Buck immediately pulls a puke bag from the dispenser and puts it around your mouth. “Alright baby. I gotcha. Just do what you gotta do.” Buck says, taking your hand again as you reach for him. It pains him to see you in so much discomfort.

Your breathing gets faster as the nausea builds. You vaguely hear Hen talking to Eddie about you possibly having a concussion as you begin heaving, crying out in pain when you can catch your breath. Your hearing is equivalent to being under water, but you can tell that both Eddie and Buck are trying to sooth you as tears stream down your face. Once you push the bag away, Eddie gets onto the stretcher with you and puts a towel on his neck, allowing you to press your forehead into his neck as much as possible with the collar still on.

Once at the hospital, Eddie ends up having to ride with you into the ER since you won’t let him go. They basically force you to untangle as nurses and a doctor want you moving into a bed to begin assessing you. Buck and Eddie stand at the top of the bed, both lightly touching you somewhere to let you know they are still there, while the doctor examines your head and does a spinal test. After many tests are done, fluids are given, and you get well educated on concussion protocol and the importance of taking care of yourself, you are finally released into the care of Eddie and Buck again.

Bobby was thoughtful enough to grab the guys go bags and drive Buck’s jeep to the hospital. Once you are cleared, the 118 is back in service, but Buck and Eddie are relieved of duty for the time being so that you can be taken care of. Buck drives back home with you curled around Eddie in the back seat. They gave you a sedative in the er and something for the pain, so you are practically knocked out. That is, until you get home.

You sleepily clutch onto Buck as he takes you from Eddie’s arms when you arrive home. You immediately bury your face into his neck to hide from the street lights now that it’s pretty late into the night. Eddie opens the door and disappears into the kitchen as Buck sits down with you on the couch.

“Chris?” You murmur, wondering where your son is.

“Carla has him at her house. Just relax sweet girl.” Buck whispers, kissing you on the forehead.

“Mmm.” You hum, snuggling back into his embrace.

“Alright you.” Eddie says, coming in with a tray of food and drinks. “Toast for you ma’am. I put butter on both, just to help settle your stomach. I also got you your favorite flavored water.” He says, handing you the water first. “Drink.” He says gently, before turning back to the tray. “A sandwich and water for both of us too.” Eddie says, handing Buck his sandwich when his boyfriend makes to grab for it, but you whine at the shift, so Buck settles back down.

You lay on Buck’s chest, nibbling at your toast and drinking your water when prompted. He could care less that you are getting crumbs on him as long as your comfortable and eating. Once everyone is finished, Eddie goes to clean up, leaving you and Buck back on the couch. You yawn, rubbing your face into Evan’s shoulder, causing him to chuckle.

“Alright baby. Bath and bed for you.” Buck says, standing up with you once again. “Eddie! Gonna go get her cleaned up.” Buck calls, nodding as Eddie replies with an okay.

You started to protest, but Buck is quit to shut you down.

“No ma'am. You just chill out. You need to relax and let us take care of you for once.” Buck says, sitting you on the bathroom counter in the master .

“But I-“ you begin to say, but you are cut off by Eddie as he saunters into the bathroom.

“You will relax and let us take care of you.” Eddie says, coming to stand between your legs. “What happened today could have been avoided if we put our foot down. Now, you will allow us to pamper you and give yourself time to rest. Okay?” Eddie says, lightly connecting his forehead with yours.

You close your eyes and sigh gently. “Okay. I’m sorry.” You murmur, bottom lip trembling as you fight back tears.

“Shhh mi amor. It’s okay. We are just worried, that’s all.” Eddie whispered, gently capturing your lips in his.

“Just let us take care of you. Okay?” Buck adds, coming to your side and kissing the side of your head. “Now, let’s get you in the bath while it’s still hot and I’ll even light your favorite candle. Okay love?” Evan says, trying to get you in bed as quickly as possible given that your eyes are having trouble staying open.

You nod and allow Eddie to undress you. It’s definitely not easy to let yourself get taken care of. You’ve grown used to fighting through this rough patch and hiding it the best you can from your boys, but you love them and they love you. Luckily, that just might save your life.

That night, the boys gently wash your hair. Eddie sitting on the edge of the tub behind you, caging you in with his legs as he gently massages your scalp. Buck washes your body, gently rubbing your sore muscles as he goes. They don’t stop until you are practically asleep against Eddie’s knee. Buck scoops you out of the tub while Eddie goes to throw your pjs in the dryer to warm them up. They then both help dry you off, gently brushing and blow drying your hair. Once you are all dry, they put you in your pjs, which consist of one of their fire shirts and your undies. Then, they get dressed themselves before getting in bed with you and settling in for the night, knowing that you are safe and sound in their arms.

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[doumidas-whumps]

shanghai rummy (part 2)

masterlist / part 1

Sonny takes a spill.

cw: pet whump, alcohol, uhh.. floor licking? :)

Sonny was made to stand in the corner in case anybody needed him, which mostly just meant he was occasionally refilling drinks and setting out snacks— including the charcuterie board, which Ms. Han would surely be pleased to know disappeared quickly. 

He kept catching Manuel’s quick glances, and Parsa openly stared at him half the time, but he politely pretended not to notice. 

It was mostly boring, and his feet started to ache within an hour. He kept himself entertained by listening to their conversation and observing their card game. From his angle he could only see Klaus and Manuel’s hands, but whenever he rounded the table to attend to Parsa and Mr. Han he took a peek at their cards as well.

At one point Manuel motioned for him. Sonny came to his side, expecting to be asked for something, but instead he tilted his cards so Sonny could see them better.

“¿Qué me sugieres?” he asked. “Estoy en un pedo.”

He was asking for advice. Unlike the others, he hadn’t put any cards down yet, which meant he was in trouble. Sonny glanced around the table. Mr. Han was watching the exchange curiously. He chewed on the inside of his cheek. Would they get angry at him if he gave suggestions? 

“¿No quieres ayudarme?” Manuel put on a hurt expression. You don’t want to help me?

Sonny leaned closer to him, whispering Spanish in his ear. He pointed at the seven of hearts in his hand. “Use this in your run and go for a different set. You could try threes.” He pointed to a different card held under Manuel’s left thumb. “Use that.”

Sonny startled as Klaus slammed his open hand on the table, making his glass jump and his cards shift. “Hey, hey! Quit cheating! I know that little asshole has been looking at my hand.”

“He’s not talking about you.”

“It’s still cheating." 

“I don’t think Manuel could get anywhere close to winning even if he had cards hidden up his sleeve,” Parsa said. “Really, it’s just evening the playing field.”

“You wouldn’t being saying that if there was money on the line,” Klaus said to Parsa. 

“Sure. But there’s no money on the line.”

“Dave!” Klaus turned to Mr. Han, now. “Tell your pet he can’t help Manny.”

Manuel and Sonny looked to Mr. Han, who looked to Parsa, who shrugged. “Not my pet,” he said. 

“Fine,” said Mr. Han. “Don’t help him.”

Sonny retreated to his corner, embarrassed to have been in the middle of that situation. Manuel shot him an apologetic look. Sonny pressed his lips together in an imitation of a smile. 

Manuel didn’t win the round (Parsa did) but with Sonny’s advice, he was at least able to get some cards on the table. Another hour later, with one round left to go, Klaus was in last place and acting irritable. Manuel was in third, but he just seemed happy not to be losing the hardest. He called on Sonny for another drink, his third of the night. “I need to celebrate this,” he said.

“Don’t celebrate too hard,” Parsa warned. “Klaus might jump on you.” 

Sonny left to mix a rum and coke, and when he reentered the dining room Klaus eyed the drink in his hand. “Are you even old enough to be handling alcohol?” he asked. Sonny had been handling it all night, but apparently he thought now was a good time to bring it up. 

“He’s not allowed to drink it,” Mr. Han said.

“Like he doesn’t sneak into the liquor cabinet at night.” Klaus squinted at him. “I bet he had a swig of rum just now.” 

Sonny prickled at the accusation, feeling the blood rise to his face. “I didn’t. I don’t.”

“Ooh!” Klaus held up his free hand in mock surrender. “Don’t get too defensive, now.”

“Stop it, Klaus,” Mr. Han said sharply.  

Manuel jumped in. “Yeah, do you really want a repeat of what happened with Parsa’s pet?”

Klaus barked a laugh, but something in his expression shifted and he quickly sobered. “God, no.” He turned to Parsa, who seemed annoyed at the shift in topic. “No offense, but I really hate your pet.” 

“Do we really need to bring this up again?”

“He’s fucking scary, man.” 

“I dealt with him already, so you can drop it. It’s over with.”

“Unless by ‘dealt with’ you mean you took him out back and shot him, I don’t think it’s over with.”

“Would you pay me to replace him?” Parsa asked.

“Uh. Hell no.”

Sonny shifted nervously on his feet. He had no idea what they were talking about but just the idea of getting ‘taken out back and shot’ made his stomach turn.

“You antagonize too much,” Manuel said. 

Klaus threw his hands up in the air, nearly losing grip of his cards. Sonny noticed Parsa’s eyes dart to them as Klaus practically flashed his hand to everybody at the table. “It was a joke, man, a joke! Can nobody take a joke anymore?”

“All your jokes are sick and twisted,” said Manuel. He gestured for Sonny. “Get that over here.” 

Sonny tried to skirt around Klaus’ chair, not wanting to get too close. 

A leg stuck out into his path.

He couldn’t react until it was too late. Sonny’s made contact with Klaus’ leg, tripping, and like seeing it all in slow motion he watched the drink in his hand splatter all over the front of Manuel’s creme button-up shirt. The glass hit the floor with a sharp crack and rolled under the table. The slice of lime slid under the chair. Sonny landed hard on his hands and knees.

Silence. A pit in his stomach. He squeezed his eyes shut tight. He couldn’t even look up to see the damage he’d done; he just wanted to sink into the floor and die. He was all too aware of his position by both Klaus and Manuel’s feet— even without shoes, a kick would hurt. 

He shifted back on his knees and pressed his forehead to the hardwood, the deepest kneel he could manage. He pressed his palms flat on the ground, vulnerable. He felt himself start to shake.

“I’m sorry,” he managed, breathing hard against the wood. “I-I’m so sorry. Sir.” 

“Lick it up,” someone said.

Without thinking, head clouded with panic, he lifted enough to see the puddle. He tilted forward, dipped his head to press his tongue to it.

“For Christ’s sake! Don’t do that, Sonny. God. That’s disgusting.” Then, “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Sonny froze in place as the order shot through him. His face burned, the taste bitter in his mouth. His heart pounded so loud he worried everybody in the room might be able to hear it.

“I’m really sorry about this, Manuel.”

More voices. Sonny’s mind was still in a blur. He stayed on the floor, feeling like he was stuck to it. He heard the scrape of a chair— Manuel sliding back, his feet moving. Sonny braced himself.

“Hey,” Manuel’s voice. “Levántate. Come help me.” 

Sonny craned his neck. He didn’t look as far as Manuel’s face, only far enough to see the evidence of his mistake on his wet shirt.

“—stain remover under the sink,” Mr. Han was saying. “You can borrow one of my old shirts.”

“Thanks, Dave. Get up, Sonny.” 

He just barely processed the command and scrambled to his feet. He shouldn’t have had to make Manuel ask twice. Fuck-ups upon fuck-ups.

Manuel went to exit the room and Sonny automatically fell in step behind him, casting a glance at his master. Mr. Han’s lips were pressed tight and he was pinching the bridge of his nose. Sonny nearly dropped to his knees again right then and there at his master’s disappointment, but stopped himself. He doubted it would be appreciated.

He followed Manuel up the stairs on shaky legs. At the same time he reached the top step, Ms. Han emerged from the master bedroom and she jerked in surprise to see them both. She recovered quickly, her eyes immediately going to the stain on Manuel’s shirt. “What happened?”

“I spilled on myself,” Manuel said. “David said I could use the bathroom up here.” Sonny’s head spun.

Her eyes narrowed. “I see.” She pushed past Sonny and went downstairs. 

He tried to follow Manuel into the bathroom, but Manuel stopped short in the doorway. “Would you go get me a shirt?”

Sonny blinked. “Yes. Yes, sir. I’ll be right back.” He turned and entered the master bedroom where Mr. Han kept his clothes. As soon as he crossed through the doorway he lowered to the floor, like his body finally felt it was safe enough to collapse. He took a few seconds to try and catch his breath, staring at the fibers of the carpet between his fingers. 

He crawled around the foot of the bed, where Mr. Han once joked he should sleep. He pulled out the bottom drawer of his master’s dresser. He wasn’t sure what to pick. Most of the T-shirts would definitely be too small, so he carded through them like folders in a filing cabinet, checking the tags for a bigger size. He eventually landed on one that was bigger than the others.

Taking a few more deep breaths for good measure, Sonny felt like he had collected himself enough to return to Manuel— or at least enough that he wouldn’t pass out.

He could hear the faucet running before he even went in. Manuel’s bare back was facing him as he held his shirt under the stream of water. He noticed Sonny’s entrance and turned to him. Sonny politely averted his eyes, feeling like he shouldn’t be looking. He presented the T-shirt, not trusting himself to speak. The enclosed space of the bathroom made it hard to breathe. The white noise of the faucet gave it all a foggy quality. 

Tonight wasn’t his first time meeting Manuel, but he didn’t know him all that well. Sonny thought he had a mild demeanor, but up until now he had never really seen him angry. Sonny wished his master hadn’t sent him up here alone. He took consolation in the fact that the door was wide open behind him. 

“Thanks,” Manuel said. He didn’t sound angry. In fact, he seemed calm. He took the shirt from Sonny’s hands, not even brushing his fingertips. He held it up and it unfurled like a scroll. His lip quirked. “Did you choose this shirt on purpose?”

“I… chose it for its size, sir.”

“I think it fits.”

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Sonny and Manuel returned downstairs 5 minutes later, Manuel sporting a slightly-too-tight T-shirt with BOWLING DAD stamped on it in large letters. Sonny saw Mr. Han’s eye catch on the design, but he didn’t comment.

Sonny had heard them talking before, but they’d quieted as soon as he showed up. He had caught the last bit from Parsa’s mouth. “You’re too soft on him,”

The puddle of rum and coke and half-melted ice was still on the floor. A small trail of liquid had crept near the glass still lying under the table. Sonny didn’t need to be told to clean it up. He crouched to grab the glass and the dropped slice of lime, feeling the eyes on his back, and carried them out.

“You think so?” He heard his master’s voice as he left the room, continuing the conversation. “What do you suggest?” 

The voices were harder to hear from the kitchen, but audible if he strained his ears. Sonny turned the glass over in his hand, its facets catching the soft light. The rim was chipped, sprouting a thin curving crack. He would have to find the shard on the floor, make sure nobody stepped on it.

“Are you even gonna discipline him?”

“How would you discipline yours?”

A beat of silence. “I don’t know. I would make sure it wouldn’t happen again.”

“It wasn’t even his fault.”

“He should know to be more careful.” 

Sonny threw the lime in the trash, then gently placed the glass inside the bin so it wouldn’t shatter.

“I would make him clean it with his mouth,” Klaus said unprompted.

“Uh, yeah, we know that, you sick fuck. Did he actually lick the floor? I didn’t see,” said Manuel.

“Speaking of, I really don’t appreciate you telling him to do that,” Mr. Han said.

“I didn’t think he was actually gonna do it,” said Klaus.

Sonny’s tongue was sour. He left the kitchen.

“Poor kid.”

“Poor kid? He’s—“ 

As Sonny passed through the living room he suddenly noticed Ms. Han sitting quietly in one of the plush armchairs. He stopped short under her judgmental gaze. She raised a sculpted brow, said, “He ‘spilled on himself?’”

Sonny looked at his feet. “I don’t know why he said that,” he whispered.

Ms. Han sighed. “Go on. Clean the rest of it up.” 

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taglist: @pumpkin-spice-whump @ziptiesnfries

[silverstar-1117]

addicted to you - chapter 2

˙⋆✮Pairing; Lee Know x Afab!Reader

˙⋆✮ ˙⋆✮Summary; Minho hadn’t seen his childhood friend in years but you had truly never left his mind. Even though he was the reason behind your absence all he wanted was you to come back.

˙⋆✮ ˙⋆✮ ˙⋆✮Warnings; implied afab reader, (they/them pronouns used), slight angst, my own inability to update consistently (sorry lol), this is my first kpop fanfic pls be nice to me im a crybaby

Chapter II

MINHO- STRAY KIDS DORM

All he heard was noise when he walked in the door, he sighed as he closed the door behind him. Slipping off his shoes he padded into the living room to figure out what was causing his group mates to be so loud this late at night.

“Look, there they are!!” Felix shouted pointing towards the screen of the tv, “Birdie’s on stage!”

It felt like a punch to the stomach hearing their name after what he had said the last time he saw them. God, it was all he could think about. How he basically told them they never mattered to him when he knew that was far from the truth. All he wanted was to take back what he said and just act as happy as he should’ve been after seeing them for the first time in years.

“I didn’t know they were performing with Enhypen now! I knew they left Aespa’s staff after their last comeback. Do you think we could get Birdie to dance with us?” Hyunjin was the next to speak about the other dancer. He hated what he was hearing. Why did he do this to himself? He knew there was no one else to blame but himself.

“We follow each other I don’t think it would hurt to ask them to just come practice with us sometime.” Felix replied.

“Ooh, I’m gonna DM them right now. Maybe they’ll reply when they’re off stage” Hyunjin immediatley pulled out his phone before the other boy could even finish his sentence.

Felix laughed before chuckling out, “I need to tell Chan hyung that they’re dancing with Jake now!”

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Over the next few days it seemed as if around every corner all he heard was Hyunjin talking about Birdie. About how they were dancing on a new show or about how they posted a new dance cover on instagram, or even that they agreed to dance together.

His mistake was just following him around. He had no escape. He makes himself even more miserable by scrolling through their posts. He saw them at practice, at the park with other friends, and photos of just them going throughout the day. God, he missed them. He couldn’t even fault Hyunjin, he knew how amazing Birdie was. They lit up the whole room when they were present and they could befriend anyone in a second. The proof of that was apparent. TXT, AESPA, and ENHYPEN were all scattered around their life. At every broadcast it was like it was never ending. Everyone wanting their own moment with them, his own members included.

They wanted nothing to do with him and they made that clear enough that anyone could see. They were professional and polite but he knew them. There was nothing behind those eyes like there used to be, no warmth or care for him. To protect themself he at least knew that much. Because of him, too.

“Birdie is going to meet me at the studio in an hour! So i have enough time to grab us snacks and drinks” Hyunjins voice came from the hallway. Felix responded, “Tell them I said hi and that it’s my turn next time!”

Only twenty minutes later there was already a new instagram story waiting for him when he opened his phone. Hyunjin and Birdie playing around and dancing. He already regretted opening his phone. They were dancing, obviously . If it just ended there maybe he wouldn’t feel like he wanted to punch something. Or himself.

Hyunjin had his hands around Birdie’s waist as he stepped towards them. Birdie danced away and back into his arms. They still had the same fluid and controlled movements that he remembered. He remembered when he was the one holding them as they danced around the studio late at night. He missed those nights. He never thought that he would have a last one. He had foolishly thought that they would have a million more nights together.

HYUNJIN - DANCE STUDIO

Birdie’s laugh echoed around the studio, bouncing off the walls and mirrors. “Stop!! I think they’re cool. You’re just a fashion disaster!” Their smile was wide and it lit up their whole face. Hyunjin watched them as they stood up from the floor and skipped towards him, “It’s not my fault i have better taste than you”

He scoffed, “Yeah right, you know i have better taste! I see what you’re wearing” It made an exaggerated frown appear on the other dancers face. “Well, that means we just need to go shopping together! Soon!”

Hyunjin pulled their hands towards him, starting to sway the both of them back and forth. “How about we order chicken and we can talk about where we wanna go?”

After the food had been ordered and delivered, with the help of one of the jyp staff members, they both laid out on the floor while they ate and chatted for the next hour and a half about anything and everything. With bellies full of chicken and soda, Hyunjin rested his head on his arm while laid out on his side, listening diligently to the dancer speak. “I mean, I don’t know I guess the name just has a negative meaning to me now. Don’t get me wrong the name has served me well for years.” They shrugged, “it just doesn’t make me happy anymore.”

He looked at them before moving over to pull their head onto his lap, “Why don’t you like it anymore? You seemed to at one point, so what’s changed?” Birdie sighed as Hyunjin started to run his fingers over their hair line.

“I got it from someone. They were apart of my life since I was small. They left though, no goodbye or anything. Just looked right at me knowing they were leaving and didn’t say anything. Like i didn’t deserve to know.”

Birdie looked up at Hyunjin trying to smile but only managing a slight frown. “Lee Know hyung? Right?” He guessed, even though he was pretty sure of the answer.

“Yeah. Minho and I grew up together. I thought we were pretty close, you know?” They laughed. “Guess it was just me”

He folded his body over hers as best as he could, tickling his fingers down the bare skin of her stomach the peeked out from their shirt. “Guess we’ll just have to find you a new name then, huh cutie?” Birdie giggled up at him before swatting his hands off of her. “You’re so silly, huh Hyunnie?”

hii again!! i’ve finally finished this chapter. i had 0 inspo and i switched stores at my job so i’ve been stressed :( i hope you enjoy the new chapter!

[widowsistersandfriends]

I Saw Taylor Kissing Santa Kloss

Summary: Karlie and Taylor have a secret meet up, leading to the rekindling of their relationship. However, when things start to go right, there's always someone spoiling the fun.

Notes: I had this idea for a while and decided to write it out and see how it goes! Merry Christmas Eve to those who celebrate, and happy holidays to everyone! (PS, there are 27 lyric references for you swifties!)

Also thank you @thenigotthisfamily for helping me brainstorm these ideas! Thanks for loving kaylor as much as I love you 😘

Word Count: 3797

Warnings: There's some swearing and kissing, and of course tickles, so if you are uncomfortable with that, please do not read.

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Streamers hung from the ceiling. There was glitter on the floor. Lights were strung around the giant mansion. Mistletoe was wrapped around the staircase banister. Lastly, there was a large, decorated tree with a red carpet wrapping around it. This mansion belonged to the one and only: Karlie Kloss. 

This year, Karlie was throwing a massive Christmas party with all of her friends and family. Security was lining the front, checking the list of guests that were expected to attend. Karlie was busy touching up her makeup and then began setting out the charcuterie platters.

A cozy, yet festive atmosphere took over the house. The smell of gingerbread cookies filled the air as the timer on the oven went off. This party was gonna be one for the century. 

Guests started arriving at the door, including Karlie’s sisters and closest friends. Each guest came with a present, as they were participating in a gift exchange. Karlie was wearing a short, sleeveless red dress, showing off the body of a true supermodel. 

After about a half hour, all the guests had arrived and the party was in full swing. Drinks were being downed, snacks were being consumed, and games were being played. 

Karlie was in the middle of her turn for truth or dare, when one of her security guards asked her to come aside. 

“Karlie, your guest is here,” the security guard whispered, leading her away from the crowd. 

A confused look formed on her face, brows furrowed as she was certain everyone on the list was there.

“Hey where’d Karlie go?” Her sister asked.

“I bet it’s her man Josh who just arrived,” someone chimed in, as the group oohed in unison. 

Karlie was led to the front door, fear and caution in her small steps. Unlike her, the security guard seemed very relaxed, reassuring Karlie that this wasn’t what she thought it was.

“She wants to meet you in the garden,” the security guard said softly, guiding Karlie gently outside.

“No! I refuse! I don’t even know who it is! My life could be in danger!” Karlie shouted, backing away.

A familiar shadow appeared into the light. The tall, strong build was nothing new to Karlie. As the mysterious guest stepped through the light, a dark green long sleeve dress was revealed. 

“It’s me, hi,” a soft spoken voice was revealed. 

“Taylor?” 

Taylor looked around sheepishly, avoiding eye contact and giving a little wave. 

Karlie stared at her for a moment, not saying a word. Taylor dared a glance, looking up into those half moon eyes.

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?” Karlie asked, shattering her glass on the white tablecloth nearby.

“Wait I can explai–,” Taylor was cut off.

“NO! YOU LISTEN HERE! I have spent years trying to get in touch with you. I even attended your concert for crying out loud! And what do I get? NOTHING!” Karlie shouted, her voice echoing through the mansion.

Taylor looked taken aback, knowing that it was true. She knew Karlie had tried, but sometimes you just don’t know the answer till someone’s on their knees. Oh how she wished Karlie was right now, but it wasn’t the right time.

“Aren’t you gonna say anything?!? You come all the way to my house and crash my party to just sit there and not say anything?!?” I SAID SPEAK NOW!” Karlie shouted, almost out of instinct.

What came next was unexpected for both of them. Taylor burst out laughing, hearing the difference in how she had sung it in the past.

“Karlie, what was that?” Taylor asked through hysterical giggles.

Karlie opened her mouth to answer, before a stream of her own giggles spilled out.

“Trust me, I’ll lead you to the garden,” Taylor said, gently grabbing Karlie’s hand.

The two girls put on their coats and walked to the secret garden gate, where Taylor snuck in through every night that summer to seal her fate. Now in the present day, she was experiencing her fate.

“So…chilly night isn’t it?” Taylor asked, now feeling the silence settling in.

“Yep, gets pretty cold here in New York during the winter. Of course, you wouldn’t know since you’re spending all your time at Chiefs games,” Karlie said, with a bite of passive aggressiveness behind her words.

“You really think I want to be there?” Taylor asked, scoffing a bit.

“Well what am I supposed to think when I open up social media and you’re popping up everywhere with that ugly dude,” Karlie said, as the two of them finally arrived at the garden gate.

“Look, I…,” Taylor trailed off. She wasn’t sure how she should explain this.

“Go on,” Karlie said, as Taylor punched in the code to open the gate to Karlie’s secret garden.

“I just got caught up in the moment I guess. I like being pursued, I like having the attention. I now realize it was all a money gimmick and that there’s a difference between being pursued romantically and just whining,” Taylor explained, letting out a sigh.

“What do you mean?” Karlie asked, encouraging her to elaborate. 

“Well, going in I didn’t realize I was just gonna be this big green dollar sign for the NFL. And then I just got sucked in to the attention Travis was giving me that I didn’t realize how awful it looked. He just whines and blasts me on his stupid podcast about not taking his bracelet? I’m sure there’s many people who would love to give me one, and there I was giving in to this guy just because he whined. What lesson am I teaching to the young kids who look up to me? That you’ll get your way if you whine enough?” Taylor asked, as the two had now entered and walked into the garden for a bit. 

Karlie pursed her lips, thinking carefully about what to say next.

“You knew I was chasing you,” Karlie said after a small moment of silence.

“What?” Taylor asked.

“Oh don’t play dumb. You literally told everyone in your vault track. You know, that line about you turning into a shrouded mystery when I was chasing you?” Karlie asked.

“Oh yeah, I remember that like it was yesterday,” Taylor said.

“I guess what I’m not fully over is the fact that you were so careful with us and I didn’t get any of that kind of publicity when I chased you. I knew you liked being pursued, and I was the one of the few who did,” Karlie said angrily. 

“My mom said it was for the best,” Taylor said quietly, knowing she was cornered.

“IT’S ABOUT WHAT YOU THINK IS FOR THE BEST,” Karlie shouted, pointing aggressively towards her. 

“Karlie.” Taylor said, it that oh so even tone of hers. She knew how to calm her down.

“I know you’re mad at me, especially for showing up to your party. But I did want to know. Would you have me? Would you want me? Would you trust me?” Taylor asked, hoping the reference would ring a bell.

“Betty,” Karlie said softly.

“Karlie Elizabeth Kloss. You must live under a rock if you thought I wasn’t thinking of you all these years,” Taylor said, smirking slightly.

“But nobody knows. Everyone thinks you’re happily in a relationship with Travis and that you guys are getting married and everything,” Karlie said.

“No one has to know…” Taylor said.

“Are you hinting that in the middle of the night I appear in your dreams?” Karlie asked, cracking a small smile of hope.

“Oh yeah, they’re some of my wildest dreams,” Taylor said.

“Oh yeah? How so?” Karlie asked.

No matter how confident the greatest singer and songwriter of this century was, Karlie never failed in making her blush. This time was no exception.

I..um, forgot,” Taylor said, reverting into her awkward self.

“You sure about that?” Karlie asked, tilting her head slightly and moving a step closer to Taylor.

“I’m sure Karlie,” Taylor scoffed, rolling her eyes. 

“How evergreen our group of friends huh?” Karlie asked, poking Taylor’s side, referring to her dark green dress.

Taylor jumped away, avoiding eye contact and not saying a word. 

“You know, there’s a party inside,” Karlie said, indirectly inviting her inside. 

“How are you gonna pull this off?” Taylor asked.

“The dress or you crashing my party?” Karlie asked

“Both. You know I only bought this dress so you could take it off,” Taylor said with a smirk.

Karlie got her security guards to clear everyone out, saying that the party was over and that Karlie needed the house to herself.

“Now this party’s just for us,” Karlie said, getting wine for both of them, and handing the glass to Taylor. 

The two were sitting at a small table across from each other, enjoying their drinks.

They glanced up at the same time, both getting a feeling of familiarity.

“Reminds me of the video that Vogue took down on your birthday,” Taylor said with a giggle.

“I remember you yelling at me that I couldn’t look at the paper,” Karlie said with a playful eyeroll. 

“I demand a rematch of the arm wrestle,” Taylor said, fiercely placing her elbow on the table.

“Oh? You want to lose again?” Karlie said, placing hers as well.

“Shut up and fight me,” Taylor said with a competitive glint in her eyes.

“3..2..1 go!” Karlie said, the two of them going at it. Taylor was much stronger now so it was a much closer match.

The two of them were both giggling as the match went on, Taylor now reaching under the table to squeeze Karlie’s knee, causing the other blonde to yelp and lose her strength, resulting in a win for Taylor.

“That’s cheating!” Karlie cried, scooting her chair back from the table to avoid any more tickles.

“All’s fair in love and war,” Taylor said, flexing and kissing her bicep to rub it in Karlie’s face some more.

“Real mature,” Karlie said while shaking her head and grinning.

“Yeah, I’m flexing like a goddamn acrobat,” Taylor said while giggling.

The two of them relocated to the couch, now snacking on one of the many charcuterie boards. 

“All right, spill the tea,” Karlie said, popping a piece of cheese into her mouth. 

“What?” Taylor asked.

“I know you’re hiding more. Come on, feed me,” Karlie said with a smile. 

“I just…I see the media. I see everything that’s posted. I know the truth, and everyone else doesn’t. They picture us as this perfect couple with no flaws, but there’s only so long I can lie to the public and you know I don’t like doing that,” Taylor sighed.

“I mean, they’re partly correct. You have zero flaws. That dude though? Don’t even get me started,” Karlie said with an eye roll of annoyance.

“Oh but you’ve gotten me started,” Taylor said, making a stack of crackers, meat, and cheese.

“I hate his hypocrisy. He goes and blasts the NFL for milking our relationship, and then does the same exact thing on his podcasts and interviews by dropping my name every chance he gets,” Taylor complained.

“And you know, you once said if a man drops your name then you owe him nothing.” Karlie said with a smile.

“Literally. I’m dealing with these rough emotions after what happened in Brazil, and he’s making it about himself. Like I feel like I can’t even grieve without him looking for clout and attention,” Taylor ranted.

Karlie nodded, allowing Taylor to speak her feelings.

“Like I get that we’re popular and good for ratings and media, but does he seriously have to make it that obvious that he’s an attention seeker?” Taylor asked.

“Well, he knows he’s benefitting from this more than you. He’s gonna milk that cow till it’s dry unfortunately,” Karlie replied.

“It just got so out of control. Tabloids started publishing articles that we were gonna get engaged on my birthday,” Taylor said, as Karlie snorted in amusement.

“I’ve seen you out in public with him. You are not a good actress,” Karlie said while laughing.

“It’s just hard when it’s not natural. Like when I giggle and sit in your lap, or give you that look when walking down the runway with you. All of that was so natural and my face gave it all away,” Taylor said, now breaking eye contact.

“You could’ve been a Victoria Secret model if you weren’t so dang good with words,” Karlie said.

“Well, what can I say? Words are kinda my thing,” Taylor chuckled.

“OH! And don’t even get me started on Twitter,” Taylor said, chugging her glass of wine.

“The whole shebang about how his old tweets were wholesome?” Karlie asked, refilling both of their glasses.

“YES! I do not get how people think a person who can’t spell basic words is wholesome. AND THEN, they cover up all the awful things he said in the past,” Taylor said, getting a little angrier.

“What did he say?” Karlie asked.

“Well you can thank our fans for finding it, but basically he called people retarded, made fun of gay people, called women breeders AND made fun of people with eating disorders. Something I suffered from for so long because I never felt I was skinny or fit enough. That hurts, and you know I don’t stand for all those other things he said,” Taylor said, staring into Karlie’s eyes.

“You know we’re in very similar situations. In relationships with guys who don’t match our values and views. Josh and I have very different values and people question the relationship as well. And fuck him for saying all that. It’s hypocritical for him to call people retarted when he can’t even spell simple words,” Karlie ranted.

“I just feel like it takes away all the credibility of all that I have spoken out about. I speak out for women not only in the industry but all women. I support gays and wrote YNTCD to show my solidarity. I spoke out and wrote YOYOK about my eating disorder and how I overcame it. But now everyone is gonna think I don’t mean any of it because of his conflicting views,” Taylor said with annoyance.

“I know it’s frustrating since it kinda questions the credibility of your statements, but you have no idea how much power you have. You are on top of the world right now. If you want this to end, that decision is in your hands,” Karlie explained.

“I just feel stuck. If I break up, everyone is just gonna keep going on about how I can’t keep a man and how I lead the world in most breakups. Then, if I don’t, I’m gonna be stuck with this moocher,” Taylor said, thrusting her head back into a pillow. 

“Or…you could be stuck with me,” Karlie suggested, trying her best to keep her bold facet.

“W-what?” Taylor stuttered.

“You and me. We’d be a big conversation,” Karlie said while smirking.

“But what about Josh? And the kids?” Taylor asked.

“Josh already knows he’s a beard, but he got his wish of having kids. And I absolutely adore the kids, but Josh isn’t really there for them as much as I’d like if I’m being honest,” Karlie said with a sigh.

They sat in silence for a moment, both with thoughts whirling through their heads at 100 mph. 

“I know you’re still mad at me,” Taylor said softly. 

“I’m not really. At least not as much now. I was mad at the sudden drop off and the lack of acknowledgement at your tour, but I couldn’t help feeling so proud of you when you announced 1989 TV. I still remember when I was the first person to listen to the original album,” Karlie said longingly. 

“I knew you were there,” Taylor said quietly.

“Oh, did you?” Karlie asked.

“Why do you think I kept looking up there that night? You’re kind of a giraffe Karlie,” Taylor said teasingly.

“Like that time you kept pointing to me during the Rep Tour during Dress,” Karlie said with a wink.

Taylor rolled her eyes, knowing that she didn’t have a leg to stand on.

“But you know, I still stand by my statement. You belong with me,” Karlie said, shifting closer to Taylor on the couch.

Taylor blushed and looked away, cheeks burning.

“Are you impressed that I actually know your lyrics? Unlike some Burger King looking dude,” Karlie said, making Taylor burst out laughing.

“I am. I’m also impressed by your charisma,” Taylor said, reaching for Karlie’s hand as a gesture for accepting her love.

“Awwww, look at you. You’re always so confident when you’re performing. What’s wrong?” Karlie asked, smirking at Taylor.

“You know I can take my word back, right?” Taylor asked, giving Karlie a look of warning. 

“Alright fine, I’ll tease you later,” Karlie said, now getting up to put stuff away.

After washing up, the two of them were back on the couch again, both in comfy pajamas. 

The two of them were still drunk, and were both a lot more bold than before.

“Ugh my feet hurt. Massage them,” Taylor said, thrusting her bare feet into Karlie’s lap.

“Fine,” Karlie said, sighing with a smile.

“Oooh yeah that feels good. This would be so nice after I perform. My feet always hurt so bad,” Taylor said, adjusting herself on the couch.

“So I’m just gonna be your servant?” Karlie asked playfully.

“At least you’ll be a hot servant,” Taylor said, squealing as Karlie ran a nail up her sole.

“Kahaharlie! No!” Taylor said, sounding more childish than usual.

“No what?” Karlie asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” Taylor said, regaining her composure again. 

“You’re still ticklish huh?” Karlie said, now using one hand to hold her feet down and the other to tickle up and down her arches.

“NOHO IHIM NOHOHOT,” Taylor laughed, trying to pull her feet away.

“Laughing with my feet in your lap~~” Karlie sang teasingly, making Taylor blush.

“STAHAHAHAP,” Taylor shouted, sitting up to hit Karlie on the shoulder.

“Oh no, you’re in for it. Don’t think I forgot about how you cheated during the arm wrestling match,” Karlie said, moving quickly and pinning Taylor to the couch with her arms above her head.

“IM SORRY,” Taylor shouted immediately, knowing that Karlie was going to destroy her.

“Hmm, I accept your apology but that doesn’t exempt you from punishment,” Karlie said, now using her nails to lightly scratch over Taylor’s sensitive armpits.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA KAHAHAHRLIHIHIE PLEHEHEHEASE,” Taylor laughed. Nothing was more embarrassing than this.

“Yes?” Karlie asked, grinning like a devil. 

“IHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES,” Taylor squealed adorably. 

“That’s the point. The point is to make you suffer from this awful sensation and laugh so I can see that beautiful smile of yours,” Karlie said, now leaning down to blow a raspberry on her neck, earning a loud squeal. 

Karlie repeatedly blew raspberries on her neck while clawing and tickling away at Taylor’s sides.

“IHIHIHI GIHIHIVE,” Taylor screamed, as Karlie relented with a triumphant grin.

Taylor laid there, panting in recovery. 

“You are the absolute worst meanie head on earth,” Taylor said, as Karlie laughed.

“That’s the best you can come up with, lyrical genius?” Karlie teased, poking Taylor’s tummy.

“Stoppppp,” Taylor whined, curling up into a ball.

After Taylor recovered, she couldn’t help but question if Karlie was also ticklish. If she had ever tested during all those years she could’ve gotten so much revenge. 

Taylor reached out slowly, and gently poked Karlie in the ribs, earning a jump from the taller blonde.

“Stop being a pest,” Karlie said playfully, scooting away from her.

“What did you just call me?” Taylor said, pulling Karlie into a tickle hug, clawing at her ribs.

“AHAHAHA AN ANGEHEHEL,” Karlie lied, unable to defend herself, as her arms were trapped. 

“That’s not what I heard. And anyway, if you called me that I would be rolling my eyes, not tickling you,” Taylor said, as she moved her hands towards Karlie’s shiny abs.

“NO! NOT THEHEHEHERE!” Karlie laughed, cursing her muscles for being so ticklish. 

Taylor dared and wiggled her finger into Karlie’s belly button, earning a jolt from the supermodel and a loud plea of laughter. 

“There is nothing I do better than revenge~” Taylor sang teasingly.

“TRUHUHUHUCE!” Karlie cried.

“Hmm, I don’t know…You did a lot worse to me,” Taylor said, now getting up and sitting on Karlie’s shins.

“Now tell me. Does this tickle?” Taylor said, running her nails all over Karlie’s inner thighs.

“YEHEHEHES NOW STAHAHAHAP,” Karlie squealed, unable to kick or protect herself. Taylor was very satisfied when she ran her nails over her inner knee and got Karlie to curse. 

“WHAHAHAT DOHOHO YOHOHOU WAHAHANT,” Karlie screamed.

“Nothing, I just find it hot when you’re laughing and helpless,” Taylor said with a shrug, making Karlie blush while still laughing. 

Eventually Taylor let her up after tormenting her for a little bit longer. 

“Your hair is a mess,” Taylor teased, as if she wasn’t the same just before that.

“You’re still worse than me,” Karlie said while rolling her eyes.

“Uh huh.”

“You know, don’t people usually kiss under the mistletoe?” Karlie asked.

“Is it too soon to do this yet?” Taylor asked.

“You’ve already sat in my lap before, so I may as well be Santa Kloss,” Karlie said, as Taylor laughed at the ridiculous play on words.

“I’ve been waiting so long for this,” Taylor said, as the two of them were now under the mistletoe.

“Me too,” Karlie growled, as the two leaned in. However it was stopped quickly when Karlie said she forgot her Santa hat and how it wouldn’t be ‘Santa Kloss’ without it.

The taller blonde returned quickly, causing Taylor to giggle at the ridiculous situation.

“Now, where were we?” Karlie asked.

“You were being horny,” Taylor teased, as Karlie pinched her side, causing her to yelp.

“No, you’re the one talking about how long you’ve been waiting for this,” Karlie refuted.

“You’re mine,” Taylor stated, leaning up to passionately kiss Karlie. Taylor placed her hands on Karlie’s ass, feeling the familiar toned shape she had felt before. Karlie let out a soft moan of satisfaction, making Taylor’s lips turn upwards during the kiss.

“What the hell is going on?!” A familiar voice rang throughout the house after a couple of minutes of making out.

Karlie turned around quickly, as both of their eyes widened at the sight of Josh and the kids.

There was a moment of silence before one of the kids spoke up.

“I saw Taylor kissing Santa Kloss!!”

“Shade never made anybody less gay. We’ve got some men to dump,” Karlie said quietly to Taylor before walking towards Josh to handle this.

To be continued…

[tommyshelby87]

To all the fellas and awesome writer. If you could switch jobs which one would you switch to? I feel like Thomas would switch to Robert and Neil would be the writer XD

Ooh fun one! Yes, Thomas would and it would cause a perfect chaotic mess cause all of Robert's personel would quit one by one when Tommy starts to bark orders at them, while drinking on the job.

Robert would take Jonathans job and lose all his patients after one session, since his solution to all their problems would be to do more work.

Jonathan would take Neils job, he will love psycho-analyzing people based on what movies they rent. Suddenly the men will stay away from Gumshoe Video and it will be packed with women.

Jackson would very gladly take Tommy's job, loving to bark orders and scheming with the Blinders about his next move. He cant hold his licor that well so it will mostly be hilarious.

That means that I will take Jacksons job and will completely ruin this mans reputation by being as nice and uncoöperative as I can be at the same time. By the time he gets it back, there will be nobody left to give him assignments. unless its a really really cool one, cause then y'all can watch me live out my James Bond fantasy and be a supercool secret agent.

Neil: I AM NOWTHE OMNIPOTENT WRITER! PLUGS ALL AROUND! YOU WILL ALL SQUIRM BEFORE ME, WITH NO MERCY IN SIGHT!

Writer: Ok Neil, buddy, you need to calm down, okay? Have a sip of your choccy milk.

Neil: SILENCE! I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN YOUR INDESCRETION! YOU WILL FETCH ME MY SNACKS AND BEVERAGES NOW WENCH!

Writer: Take it down a few notches, buddy. You dont want me to write Kneil pt. 2, do you?

Neil: Do you want me to write 'The destruction of my writer', including all the sluts?

Writer: ... ... Kinda.

[crazybutgood]

ooh pick one or a few or all ( or none if you don't want to answer any of them or if there's so many it's overwhelming 😅 )

last fic you read?

last fic you read that you loved and wanna gush about? (please gush about it if u have one!)

is there a fandom you sort of faded from and then came back to and if yes is there a particular reason why you came back or did you just suddenly feel like getting into it again?

favorite drink? favorite drink that you don't get to have often (if the two are different)

what's a drink you have regularly (not necessarily your fave, could be water)

favorite snack

a food that you don't like and why and how many times have you had it

how'd you get into taskmaster?

have you watched/do you like the versions from other countries? (TM)

do you watch compilations or just the straight episode? (TM)

would you watch it in person if you had the opportunity and were easily able to go and come back? (TM)

do you have a favorite season of taskmaster?

is there any origami that you gave up on making halfway through and why? would you try again? have you?

what's the biggest origami project you've tried (objectively), whether you succeeded or not?

what's the biggest origami project you've tried (subjectively), whether you succeeded or not?

what's the smallest origami you've ever folded?

what's the most complex origami you've ever folded?

is there a fic that has a line in it that you adore (whether you can remember it word by word or just the general idea of it)

what hat style looks the weirdest

what's the weather like right now and how do you feel about that, if you feel anything at all?

if you could change the colors of a duck, would you? what would its new colours be?

Omg nonnie! 🥺 Thank you so much for taking the time to send these thoughtful questions, I really appreciate it❤️ Answers under the cut 😊

the best laid plans by @nanneramma! it's a sweet, delightful double drabble, very cleverly and wonderfully written. Longer gushy comment here

Both my favourite drink and drink I have regularly is tea! I love it sm~ I’m having it as I type this. Favourite drink that I don’t get to have often is bubble tea.

Oh hm,, I will try most foods tbh! I think sometimes it’s cos of certain foods being of too different a palate (even tho I’m chill with other foods of the same cuisine??). Like a memory that suddenly came to mind is of sushi. I’ve only tried it once, when I was 12. One of my classmates bought sushi for lunch once and offered some to me. The second I bit into it I knew I didn’t like it but she was so nice and earnestly asked how it was so I politely ate it anyway. That was years ago tho so maybe I will like it if I try now! 

Omg great question! I had come across a clip of James Acaster’s stand-up, and I loved it. I looked up some more of his clips on YouTube, including his appearances on panel shows like WILTY. Then I watched some iconic moments from Taskmaster S7 and decided to look more into it, and the rest is history. 

I have watched some tasks and some eps of Taskmaster AU and NZ! They are nice to watch but the UK one just hits different, esp re the Taskmaster himself. 

I watch both compilations and the straight episode! 

Omg I would say absolutely BUT I don’t like a lot of the food tasks ghkdjf so, yes on the condition that I knew in advance I wouldn’t have to watch any of those. 

I like many series for different reasons!! Probably recency bias + lots of rewatching of S16 has made me like it quite a bit. I think I’m more sure of the series I absolutely don’t like fkgjds,, it’s the only one that I haven’t been able to continue watching beyond a short while, and I don’t think I ever will. 

Oh gosh probably some four-legged animal. I think it was a goat, or a llama, or both. I’ve only folded a few of those (somehow managing it), and I don’t know what possessed me to try them in those moments 😅 There’s a particular folding common to them (and even some birds) that’s required to bring about the symmetry that just makes it so hard to me. That’s the reason why I much preferred to fold a unicorn, cos that tutorial split the body of it down the middle into two different models that were then slotted together to form the whole thing,, I found controlling that much easier. 

Objectively, it is probably origami comics! I wasn’t sure if it would work, mostly re the reception of its execution, given the unusual medium. I sketched and brainstormed a lot to figure out how to work best with origami for it, and I was pleasantly surprised by how things went in the end :) I tried to push even further with subsequent comics I made. 

Subjectively,, is a bit harder to answer, because I’ve tried to go big in different ways at different points and stages of learning and brainstorming depending on what type of project it was, be it solo or collab. And so I’ve felt differently about what’s been the biggest endeavour. I’ll probably say tho as I’m sitting right in front of it rn + it means a lot to me, is probably the artwork I did on my room wall. I was itching to get started but I hadn’t even formed a concrete design beyond some vague concepts, and I was really pleased when it all came together. 

Oh hm interesting question, esp cos many things can be (feasibly) downsized into smaller dimensions, so I’ve tried to make tiny versions of whatever I could when I wanted to (one fave is stars, they’re already so small, I like to see how tiny it can go, especially with random scraps of strips I find). Off the top of my head, I rmb a very smol rabbit I made (as my first try of making it) using a little square torn from the corner of a hotel room’s notepad. 

Complex origami ahh umm ok uk what I would say this round twist bowl I made. I don’t rmb if I ever posted it because I just picked the tutorial when I was trying to focus and ground myself so that was the main objective. I honestly don’t know how I managed to somehow zone in and fold it and idk if I will be able to do so as easily as the first time! I will try it again sometime soon~ 

The line “Today’s sooner” from @rockingrobin69's fic “Favourite” is often on my mind! My friend @getawayfox and I quote it at each other sometimes too.

Haha this question made me pause and realise I've never thought about that,, I haven’t seen many types of (weird) hats I think

The weather here all year round is the same and gross af, climate change is making the tropical weather here especially gross,, high 30s (Celsius) with 70-88% humidity :’)))

Haha omg what an interesting question XD I would say pink, cos of this video. Or resembling Lolly Adefope’s “multicoloured kidney”

[ask-a-bot]

okay guys since we all gon play some roblox im just gonna yap about my favourite game that you guys do not have to play

find the markers is a 'find the' inspired game created by markers epic memers, with Marker - the one who started it all - being one of the recommended characters to join the sequel, Battle for Dream Island Again, to the show, Battle for Dream Island but failed to join since he only got 7 votes, and placed 12th in most voted. But in Battled for BFDI, he appears as a main character in the team Death Prevention and Creating Trust, aka Death P.A.C.T.

In Find the Markers, he is the main marker along with his siblings, cousins, relatives and friends. The main goal of the experience is to find all of them, with a current total of 237 markers. Each marker has their own difficulty of trying to find them, with the more markers you find the harder it is to find the rest. e.g. Marker is the easiest since he's right there at the spawning area on the Pedestal of Awesome, and the hardest is Marker's unknown arch nemesis, Dark Markery, with a difficulty rank of Markerous since you have to go through a lot of exploring and clue finding.

I personally have found about 217 markers including Dark Markery (He has this cool boss battle!!), and my personal favourite is Serenity Marker, just because of how nice her design is and how pretty she looks

uhhh im sorry you had to listen to my yapping about a damn roblox game

We could play that one! I like it.

Serenity is my fave too.

I feel completely lost.

Snf. So do I. But we did agree to this.

Yup. No backing out now.

That's right! You're playing this with us until we're done.

Is it too late to use the washrack?

Prime...

Not a bad idea to make sure we're all comfortable, if this is gonna be a long session, is it?

He's got a point, Megs. I'll bring snacks and stuff. Got enough cotton towels for your sniffles?

Snf. Yes, thank you.

Good. OK. I'll just get the snacks and drinks, then.

And we'll set everything up.

Don't take forever! It's not like the '80s, when games took forever to load.

1980s? How do you know about games of the 1980s? We did not have the energy to expend on play or entertainment.

Tell that to Soundwave.

Ooh! Sounds like Megatron had a rebel! Was he a kid?

No. He was roughly my age and he was my Third in Command. No wonder our energy did not last and I was forever forced to starve myself for the sake of the cause!

You... starved yourself?

Yes.

Well, anyway, if you want to use the washrack this is your last chance until lunchtime. Hurry up if you're going.

Thank you, Starscream.

[xojennyboo]

A/N: Hello! For starters a huge apology for not being consistent with the updates. It’s tax season and I work in tax and it’s been a hectic few months. Here is a small update, I hope you enjoy. As always thank you so much for reading. Don’t forget to vote, like, share, reblog. Thank you! Enjoy.

You sit in your living sofa watching your group of friends making themselves home. You were very fortunate to have a handful of friends that you trusted 100 % and that they trusted you. Today was movies and game night.it was the perfect weather to stay in and hang out. Each person was in charge of bringing snacks or a game. Luckily for you, you had plenty of snacks in your cabinets and a few game boards. One by one each friend arrived at your house filling you quiet living room with playful chatter and laughter. You lived by yourself, and your house was never this loud unless some of your friends were here. The good thing about tonight was that they were also going to stay the night to keep you company.

As you distanced yourself from the crowd, which included 5 friends in total, you couldn’t help but smile at their interactions. They were currently finishing their dinner which consisted of your favorite Chinese food spot down the road. Everyone loved it there, and the employees were always super nice. You were already finished eating do you gave them their space to eat. “Now what could you possibly be doing here sitting by yourself?", your friend Harry says, placing his arm behind your head on the edge of the sofa. "Watching" you simply say to him. “What’s so entertaining about watching us idiots?", he chuckles. You simply point at Michael and Derek who were playfully bickering about who would take the last egg roll. Both of you watched the interaction and chuckled when Michelle was the one to eat it. “Yeah, you’re right. It is entertaining “he says.

You lean your head against his shoulder and closed your eyes a bit. You and Harry had a weird between the two of you. Each one knew about the attraction for one another, but nothing was ever done about it. You both consistently flirted with each other, and both were very protective. He would sometimes stay the night at your house just because. You could talk to him about anything and everything but when it came to your feelings you found yourself speechless. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”, you hear him ask, his hand reaching to your hair to play with it. “Nothing and everything all at once”, you say, your words causing him to chuckle. “So specific", he mumbles. “Ready for a long night?”, he asks. “Not really but it shall be fun. We just need some alcoholic beverages to pipe up the mood”, you say, getting up from your comfy spot on the couch and walking over to your alcohol cellar. You feel Harry’s presence behind you as you looked at the different bottles and deciding on what drinks to make.

“What are we thinking tonight? I can make mojitos or margaritas. We also have beer. Ooh and I also got a new bottle of wine”, you say excitedly. “If someone else heard you they would think you’d have an alcohol issue”, he chuckles making your eyes roll in response. “Oh please. You and I both know I do not”, you say, attempting to reach up towards the shelf to get your new wine bottle. You, being short wasn’t helping the situation. “Here, let me”, Harry says, placing his hand on your hip and reaching up to the top shelf to reach the bottle. In this very moment it felt like time stood still. His chest pressed against your back. His hand gently placed on your hip for leverage. Your breathing becoming shallow at the close proximity. You didn’t dare look in his direction, instead looking at his movements.

Once he reached the bottle, he handed it to you, his piercing green eyes looking straight at you. You felt like this small cellar was closing in on you as he stepped closer to you. “Thank you”, you whispered, his face becoming closer and closer. Your eyes were glued on his perfect pink lips, wanting them to touch yours. But, as soon as they were Michelle came barging into the cellar, Harry taking a huge step back away from you, increasing the distance. “There you guys are, we’re waiting on you “, she says taking a look between the two of you. “Ill wait with the guys”, Harry says, excusing himself as he exited the cellar. Michelle narrowed her eyes at you, making your cheeks turn a bright pink. “Well, did he finally kiss you?”, she playfully asks. “No. But he was about to before you walked in”, you whine at your rest friend, your childish reaction causing her to giggle as she dragged you out of the room. “It will happen tonight. I’m sure of it”, she confidently says. “As long as its not forced. I don’t want to push anything. If we both want the same thing it’ll happen”, you say, placing the bottles on the kitchen counter.

The night was better than you had expected. Throughout the evening you made margaritas and mojitos like you had planned. You had also played a few rounds of charades, where you and Harry obviously had won. After finishing an intense round of monopoly, one by one your friends started going to bed...drunk. You were feeling a little bit buzzed but that had only pushed you to start cleaning. Michelle comes up to you and bids you goodnight, hugging you before going to bed. As soon as you were alone, you started cleaning the living room. You gathered up all of the board games and put them in the small bank you had by your window. Then you gathered all of the imply glasses on the coffee table. While you were doing this, Harry appeared from the hallway, quickly reaching towards you to help you carry the glasses. “In a cleaning mood?”, he asks as he helped you place the glasses in the dish washer. “Yeah. I don’t like waking up to a mess”, you say, turning the cycle on. Harry volunteered to help you clean, him attacking the dishes and mess in the kitchen while you attacked the mess in the living room. You fluffed your pillions one last time before placing it back on the couch and finishing. You felt accomplished and relieved. The buzz you felt earlier disappearing completely. You go into the kitchen and see that Harry was done too placing the last dish in the cabinet. “All done”, he turns to look at you with an accomplished wide smile. He walks up towards you and engulfed you in a big bear hug. His arms wrapped around your small frame hugging you tightly. Your face placed against his chest; his chin placed on top of your head. “How are you feeling? Tired yet?’ he asks, swaying your bodies side by side. “Not really, which is surprising considering I’m asleep at this time almost every night” you say, closing your eyes momentarily as you lister his heartbeat against his chest. “In that case, why don’t we go sit in your library?”, he suggests.

The library was one of your favorite places to be in.it wasn’t a huge library, but it was A big room filled with all of your favorites. Harry had helped you build it when you first moved in. It was a project you both worked on together and once it was complete it held a special place in both of your hearts. Quietly you both made your way to the library, trying to make as little noise as possible. As you walked into the room, you turned the light switch on, illuminating the room in a soft yellow light. Immediately you felt a different like in the room. You sat on the sofa that was against the windows that were hidden by curtains. “You’ve collected more books I ace”, Harry states, walking around the room until he plopped downright next to you. “Yeah, my collection keeps growing. There’s always something new out there”, you say, bringing your knees up to your chest your arms wrapping around them.

For a while you both sat there in silence, enjoying each others presence. But that soon changed when he shifted his position on the sofa to look directly at you. “Tell me something", he says. “Tell you what”, you respond, slightly confused." Ne’ve been avoiding whatever is going on between us”, he says. A small smile plays on your lips. “I know” you say. “Why?”, he asks. You shrug your shoulders, not really knowing why. “You know why. Deep down. I know it because I feel the same way”, he says. “You do?”, your eyes look up at him, feeling a bit relieved. “Yes. I do. And as much as I try to suppress it, every time I’m near you, or alone with you. I can’t help myself but to think about having my way with you”, he says. A small blush plays on your face, knowing that you felt exactly the same way. You couldn’t help but rethink the many times you’ve pictured yourself straddling his lap or having his lips kiss you in sinful ways, like in the books you read. Just the thought of it was turning you on.

“Have I scared you?”, he asks, his face holding a concerned look. “Not at all. I feel exactly the same way Harry. If I can confess, I really wanted us to kiss in the cellar earlier. I really thought that it would finally be our moment”, you say. He smirks at your confession and gets closer to you. “Oh, really now? I wanted to kiss you so badly in there but of course Michelle always has perfect timing”, he says making you both laugh. “Yeah, she sure does”, you agree. “But who says that we can’t have another moment hm? We can have plenty of moments. Maybe even now”, he looks at you. “Now?”, your nervously ask. “It doesn’t have to be, but it could”, he playfully says. This causes your heart to beat a bit faster. Just the thought of Harry taking you in this very room excited you. It would be perfect since this room already holds so many memories.

Without ginning it a second thought you climbed on top of him and straddled his hips, just the way you’ve imagined it so many times smirk played on his lips as he waited on your next move. You placed your hand on either side of his face and kissed him. His hand reciprocated yours and upped your face as he deepened the kiss. His lips felt much better than what you had imagined. They felt so soft against yours. His tongue didn’t feel foreign as he tangled it with yours. His hands dragged down to hold onto your hips, squeezing the skin as the kiss got more heated. You couldn’t get enough from this kiss. You wanted his lips to kiss you everywhere, just like yours wanted to do to his.

“Are we really going to do this?”, he says, pulling back from the kiss to get reassurance from you. “Do you not want to?”, you skeptically say. “Of course I want to, just want to make sure you’re okay with this”, he chuckles before attaching his lips to your once again. Needy lips against yours, you couldn’t get enough of it. You’ve waited to taste those lips for a while and now that you’ve had, you couldn’t get enough. His grip on your waist tightened as he held you close to his body. Then they roamed up your back, his hand gliding underneath your shirt to touch your bare skin. Instantly he took the piece of clothing off, revealing your bra. He took a moment to take in your half naked body, loving every inch of your bare skin. His lips found their way to your neck, kissing down reaching your chest. These kisses were getting sloppy and needy, wanting more. He planted a small gentle kiss on top of each of your breast before reaching towards your back and undoing the clasp in one single second. You feel your breast becoming free, to be out of the constraints from your cute bra.

"Goodness they’re beautiful" Henry says, palming each breast in his large hands. “Such a nice size. They fit perfectly in my hands”, he says, gently squeezing them causing a small gasp to fall from your mouth. “You like now I’m touching you this way? Enjoy my bands palming your breasts?", he says. “Yes”, you breathlessly say as you watched his hands cupping you. You watch as he leans in and takes a nipple in his mouth, his tongue circling the small sensitive nub. A shiver ran down your spine your back arching causing your breasts to move closer to his face. His movements becoming more aggressive as he squeezed harshly, a grasp leaving your lips.

He pulls away. Leaving a trail of sloppy kisses up your chest until they reconnect with your lips. Your hands frantically reach for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up his torso and over his head. His tattooed covered torso on full display for you to see. “I want to feel more of you”, you whispered to him, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck, leaving small gentle kisses. “And I want to feel all of you” he says, grabbing you tightly as he moves in a different position. He lays you down on the sofa, his body hovering yours as his hands find the button of your pants.in one swift moment they were off. You were surprised at the fact that you weren’t as shy as you’d thought you’d be around Harry. You felt so comfortable around him, especially in this intimate moment.

His lips trailed down your torso, until they reached the hem of your panties. “May I?”, he asks. “Yes”, you whispered, taking off your undergarments and throwing them with the rest of your clothes on the floor. He smirked at the sight of you, naked and ready to be worshipped by him. He had pictured this very moment with you but never thought hid get a chance to. Before he did anything else, he removed the rest of his clothing, his cock springing free from the restraints of his briefs. ‘Wow’, you thought to yourself. He definitely had an impressive package, and you were so ready to have it inside of you. He kneeled in front of you, spreading your legs in order for him to see your glistening pussy.

“Look how met you are “he whispers kissing up your leg and into your inner thighs, nipping your skin marking you hiss in both pain and pleasure. He continued leaving kisses until those kisses landed on your aching clit. You inhaled a sharp breath and the contact, throwing your head back in pleasure as his mouth pleasured you. His tongue swirled around your clit the noises of your wetness the only thing audibles in the room. You tried so hard to contain your moans, afraid that someone moved here. You felt his stands reach up to squeeze your breasts as he ate you out, the twisting of your nipples sending sharp tingles to your core. You’re breathing was becoming heavier by the second, his actions making it harder to breathe.

His tongue sled down your core, collecting all of your wetness, and got inserted in you. You gasped, a bit loudly, at the intrusion causing a moan to emit from Harry. You felt yourself becoming closer to your peak, the lack of breathing giving you a sense of euphoria. Your hands moved towards Harry’s pair, gripping his curls as he devoured you. “Fuck Harry. Please don’t stop”, you quietly moan. Your chest hearing up and down quickly as you reached your high, moaning Harry’s name and cursing as your hips took control and rode out your high on Harry’s face. He didn’t stop until he licked every drop of cum from your pussy. Once he did, he pulled away with a huge smile on his face. It was a smile filled with accomplishment. “That was so hot”, he whispered kissing up your body and kissing you, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“I ‘need you wrapped around me love”, he says. Grabbing a condom from his jean pocket, he gently puts it on. “Do me a favor and get on your knees on the sofa with your back facing me”, he instructs, and you do as you’re told, excitement building up once again. Once you’re in the position he wanted you in, he gently pushes you down, your upper body against the top edge of the sofa. " Fuck you look so sexy like this”, he grunts. His compliment giving you a boost of confidence. His fingertips traced your bare back, down your spine, until he reached your waist. He held you with both hands as he positioned himself behind you and slid nice dick inside, both letting out a moan in unison.

He didn’t move, waiting for you to adjust to him. You knew Harry carried a hefty package, but you didn’t realize how big.it felt so good inside you, fitting perfectly. “I’m good Harry. You can move”, you say. You feel him slide out and slam back in, the ave leaving your body at the harsh movement. “On fuck”, you gasp tightening the grip on the sofa as he continued sliding in and out of you. He felt so good. Your breathing turned heavy as he tucked you from behind. H his hand roamed up your back, his fingers attaching to your hair as he gripped it, pulling you back, the new angle causing you to moan louder than before. “Fuck baby, you feel amazing”, he raspy says, his movements becoming faster, the noise of skin against skin becoming louder.

“Fuck me, fuck me fuck me. Yes, yea, yea”, you moan uncontrollably. Before you knew it, he flipped you over on the couch, your back pressed against the soft cushions. He slid back in, leaning over your body, his forehead pressed against yours. This position felt more intimate your naked sweaty bodies pressed closely together. “Hey”, he quietly says, pecking your lips. “Hey”, you shyly say. He smiles and starts thrusting again. He muzzles his face into your neck, feeling his breath against your hot skin. Your fingers scratch his back as his movements become faster, the scratches definitely leaving red marks.

His grunts become moans as you both start to reach your high. You wrap your legs around his waist tighter bringing closer, if that were even possible. His movements becoming sloppier, you knew he was close. “Cum, Harry. Fuck”, you moan against his ear. He lifts his head that was against your neck and reaches for your hand, gripping them tightly and pinning them on either side of your head. “Cum with me y/n “, he pants. You frantically nod your head, the feeling becoming too much for you. Your back arched as you came, your mouth hung open as the small moans inset from you. Harry’s movements still right after you came, grunting as he came inside the condom.

“Fucking hell love, that was amazing", he says, removing the condom and throwing it in the garbage. “Yes, it was”, you lazily day, feeling extremely tired now. Harry notices and lifts you in his arms, leading you into your empty bedroom where you would both share for the night. He gets the covers out of the way and tucks you in. You feel him start to leave but you reach out to grab his arm. “Where are you going? Stay”, you sleepily say. “I’m coming right back love. I’m just gonna go grab our stuff”, he quietly says, disappearing. A couple minutes passed, and you feel him right beside you, his body pressed against you as he spooned you. He kisses your shoulder, and you hear him whisper "goodnight my love”, before going into a blissful sleep.

[hiccupscloud-26]

Hicvember Day 1: Halloween

Hey all! Here's my first entry for hicvember 2024! I already know I'm probably not going to be able to complete the full list, so I've decided to combine a few of the prompts together randomly, lol.

Here are all the characters that appear in this hic fic. I really need to update that one with Indy's name. Including a super super rough draft of Calypso, Kai, and Lai's Halloween costumes

And now, without further ado...Enjoy!

Hicvember prompts used: Halloween/Embarrassed

Content Warnings

Hiccups

Embarrassment

Slight teasing

Annoyance of hiccups

“You look ridiculous,” Calypso snorted at her girlfriend. “Is this seriously what mortals do when celebrating Halloween?”

Kai rolled their eyes and posed in her Ch.at N.oir costume, “yes, now can you please change to match our theme? You'll make Lai upset.”

Lai, dressed up as Viperi.an, couldn't help the puppy eyes he'd given Calypso. Without another word, she stomped to their bedroom and changed into her chosen costume.

Lai looked at Kai quizzically and the taller one gently ruffled his hair, “don't you worry about us, sprout. We're fine, this party's gonna be great.”

The angel nodded in agreement as Kai headed to the snack bowl. Having organized this whole party, they'd kinda forgotten about eating. She grabbed a handful of hard pretzels and stuffed them into her mouth. As she quickly swallowed them down, the doorbell rang.

“Ooh, our first guest, I'll get it!” Kai called and headed over to the door.

When she opened it, they spotted Calliope and Indyko, dressed as Polym.ouse and Minota.urox respectively. Kai smiled, ready to greet them when a loud *HUUCK!* popped up and she covered her mouth, all confidence crumbling.

She could still salvage this. She cleared her throat, “sorry about that, lovebirds.~” Okay, so far so good…maybe it was only a single. “wel-*CUH!*-me-” Never mind…

“Excited to see us, bestie?” Calliope jokingly teased her.

“Ugh, why noooo-*HUCK'UH!*-oow?” Kai whined dramatically. “I have a party to ho-*KOLP!*-host.”

“Alright, I'm in my cos…tume,” Calypso paused as she saw an unrecognizable look on Kai's face as well as their body posture. She hurried over to her usually confident girlfriend and placed a hand on her back, “Kai? What's wrong?”

Kai startled and looked down at their partner, a blush dusting their cheeks. She couldn't hold eye contact and she was slouched, trying to make herself look smaller.

They whispered to Kai, “I got the *HICK'M!*” she blushed even more and covered her face.

Kai covered up a snort, “aww, really? This is what shambles your confidence? Hiccups?”

Kai whined, “they're embar-*RAH!*-ssing. How am I supp-*OLP*-sed to host a party like thi-*IP!*-is?”

Calliope shook her head as she and Indy finally fully walked inside, “classic Kai, always so dramatic.”

And soon after the two walked in, a bunch of other guests arrived as well, sporting the costumes of many Mira/culous Lad/ybug superheroes and heroines, following the party theme. Kai looked around at all the people they'd invited, their heart dropping to the pits of her stomach.

And then the Halloween music sounded on the various speakers around the place. Confused, Kai turned to see Lai giving her a smile and thumbs up. Kai looked at him confused, but at the next *HUCK!* no one even batted an eye, the music too loud for anyone to notice. Kai sent Lai a smile of gratitude before going into the kitchen to cure her ailment.

Five water drinking minutes later and she still had the hiccups. They were persistent on staying tonight. She groaned, interrupted by another *HUMPK!*.

“Sounds like someone's started early on the drinking.”

Oh shit, she'd been caught. She turned around and saw Melody and Sibylla, the latter clinging to the former's arm.

“Hehe-*HIP!*,” she huffed and looked away, shrinking in on herself again, “yeah, you ca-*HAUP!*‐ght me. How are you ladies doing toni-*HOLP!*-night? Great costumes.”

The two had arrived as the main villains of the series, Melody as May.ura, and Sibylla as Ha.wk Mo.th.

“Alright, had to step away, Siby was getting a bit overwhelmed by the lights and music,” Melody explained.

“Thank you for inviting us,” Sibylla bowed her head properly.

“Of course *HUP!* you two are my favor-ITE lesbians *HICKUP!*-ugh,” Kai wanted a hole to just consume them right then and there.

“They sound really bad,” Melody frowned concerned.

“It's fine *HIP!* just annoyi-*NGK!* and embarrassing and *HIP!HUCK!*...stubborn *HUCKUUUH!*-ugh,” they rubbed their chest, still avoiding eye contact with the two girls.

“Well, have you tried water? Or holding your breath?” Sibylla raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, and those *HULP!* usually work…I du-*HNK!*‐dunno what else to do *HMPK!*,” she whined.

Sibylla walked up to Kai with the most serious face and instructed, “prove it.”

Kai furrowed her brows, dumbfounded, looking at her for the first time, “what?”

“Prove it,” she repeated adamantly, “prove to me you have the hiccups and I'll give you a million dollars.”

“You don't even have that much money,” Kai argued.

“You don't know that,” Sibylla smirked, her moth wings shifting slightly. “Prove it and you'll find out.”

“This'll be easy, it'll be like I won the lotto- oh…they're gone,” Kai felt their chest and didn't feel like they were gonna hiccup anytime soon. “Oh my gosh, you're a miracle worker, Siby! Thank you!”

“Don't thank me, thank the hiccups for having performance anxiety,” Sibylla joked with a straight face as she walked back to her girlfriend and clung to her arm again.

Kai smiled and nodded before heading out to host her party.

Fin

[assortedflavours]

Jenna will be reading from Queen Victoria’s diaries on June 9th if anyone in or around London can make it. Tickets are £20, but also include entry to Kensington Palace, which I recommend visiting at least once.

Interestingly, this has now been updated to say that other cast members will be there (though no mention of who) and confirms Albert’s letters will be read. Hoping for Tom!

[flower-sniffing-friend]

ooh i love this idea so have this sketch,, and by sketch i mean writing, but like. the sketch version of writing? i can't think of the word for it which i'm sure is not a sign of the quality of this sketch at all

The first time it happens, Jason is still Robin and he wasn't really seeking Dick out. Jason had woken from some muddled dream that left his heart pounding fast enough that he couldn't settle back down. So Jason wanders downstairs, purely because lying in bed would be pointless. The adrenaline has left and there's no reason to fear the shadows, so it's just boredom that drives him from his bedroom, you see. And when he sees a light coming from the kitchen, Jason seeks it out in hopes that he can convince Alfred to make him a midnight snack, and not because he desires company to chase the remnants of his dreams away.

But in the kitchen is Dick, not Alfred. Dick takes a sip from a mug as Jason blinks, adjusting to the light.

"Trouble sleeping, Little Wing?" Dick still has the mug up, hiding his mouth, but the crinkle in his eyes gives away his smile.

Jason shrugs noncommittally. They stand there, looking at each other, but each too hesitant to say anything. Finally Dick sets his mug on the counter, the clink of the mug and sloshing of liquid breaking the silence.

"Hot chocolate?" Dick asks, but he's already turned his back to Jason and started rummaging through the cabinets for supplies. Jason shrugs again, even though Dick can't see, then walks over to help.

They end up moving to the living room to drink their hot chocolate. Nestled on the couch, warm drink in hand, Jason feels drowsiness return to him. Jason is vaguely aware of Dick saying something, but his voice is soft and consistent, and it acts as a comforting murmur lulling Jason to sleep. Just before he loses consciousness, Jason feels an arm wrap around him, pulling him into Dick's side as the mug is pulled from his hands.

–

The second time it's Dick, just because he's the one that's there. They're hesitantly working together as Red Hood and Nightwing, and this unfortunately involves sleeping in the same place. Jason thinks about telling Dick to find his own safehouse to crash in, but they're both so tired and the day has been a long one, so Jason pulls the blanket over his shoulders and turns his back to Dick.

Sleep comes quickly but not peacefully. The next thing Jason knows he's fighting awake, lashing out at a monster that's not there. It's no longer the vague nightmares of a child, but the kind of terrors that can only haunt someone who has lived them. So even though there is no monster in sight, Jason knows that doesn't mean he's safe. He keeps thrashing, gulping for breath, knowing that if he stops fighting he's dead.

But somewhere along the line, Jason registers there's a noise that doesn't fit. Jason can hear his pulse, fast and strong. He can hear his shuddering breath, less strong but proof that he's alive. But between gasps Jason also hears a calm voice. How can anyone be calm at a time like this? Jason focuses on the voice and blinks away the moisture in his eyes.

Dick is there, just out of arms reach to avoid Jason's thrashing. He makes eye contact with Jason and takes a deep breath that Jason unconsciously mimics. When Dick reaches out, Jason instinctively flinches back, prompting a hiss of pain. Jason looks down to see that he had scratched long gashes into his arm, his nails still embedded in the skin. Turns out the only monster he was fighting was himself.

Jason pulls his hands away from himself and hesitantly hands them over to Dick, who takes them silently and sweeps his thumb over Jason's knuckles. It's only when Jason has unclenched and his breathing is steady, that Dick sets to work cleaning Jason's scratches. Dick works slowly and makes sure to broadcast his every move, even including commentary in that calm, steady voice of his. Jason feels like he could drown in that voice. Everything feels thick and heavy, and Jason recognizes the adrenaline crash, but he's used to the adrenaline sticking around much longer after night terrors. It usually keeps him on edge, a constant state of arousal that haunts him even when he tries to fall asleep the next night.

And yet, when Dick has finished cleaning his wounds, and gently goads Jason to laying back down, Jason follows his lead. Jason doesn't get any more sleep that night, but he gets rest, and somehow he feels better than he has in ages.

–

The next time it's Dick, because Jason needs to make sure Dick is alive. For some reason, along with the abandonment and being too helpless to save himself, Jason's nightmares decided to also guilt him with the fact that he couldn't save anyone else. Annoying (paralyzing) when it was some random person, but unacceptable (heart-stoppingly painful) when it was Dick Grayson who died because Jason wasn't good enough. Jason's hands are shaking as he fumbles with the lock on Dick's window. Belatedly, he realizes that he didn't disengage the alarm first, but that's not a priority. His priority is Dick.

Dick is out of bed in an instant, alert and ready to fight, though his hair is all mussed up.

Jason doesn't say anything, can't say anything. He just stands there, shaking in Dick's bedroom, and takes in the view of Dick alive and well. Breathing, thank god. Only, is he breathing? He's standing and awake and of course he's breathing, but Jason can't make out the rise and fall of Dick's chest, and Jason feels like he can't breath himself. Dick moves toward him. A dead person wouldn't move, right?

Slowly, carefully, Dick wraps his arms around Jason, and then Jason can feel Dick's breathing. He feels the pressure as Dick's chest expands and pushes into Jason's. He feels Dick's exhale brush by Jason's cheek.

Jason wraps his arms around Dick in return and eventually the shaking stops.

–

After that it becomes a common enough occurrence that Dick upgrades his alarm. Some sophisticated Bat tech that registers Jason's bio-signature and doesn't go off when he botches the alarm code. Not that Jason messes up that much anymore. Just knowing he has a safe place to go to, a place where he is welcome, can usually keep Jason calm and focused enough to get to Dick.

Sometimes Dick makes them hot chocolate like that first time, back in the manor. Sometimes Dick just talks to him, keeping him grounded in the here and now. Sometimes Dick says nothing, just offers his company.

Some nights, Jason visits Dick preemptively, knowing the stuff he's seen during the day will trigger a nighttime terror. Dick always welcomes him in, invites Jason into his bed, and never complains about waking up to Jason's thrashing.

And sometimes, Jason visits when there are no nightmares at all, just because he wants Dick's company. Jason slips into Dick's arms, who welcomes him into bed with a kiss.

And Jason sleeps through the night.

✎﹏﹏﹏﹏ Jay stumbles through Dick's window whenever he has night terrors because Dick knows how to soothe 'em.

[woahajimes]

So i have come to the conclusion that Superheroes get tired, and superheroes get hungry, and I’m pretty sure they sometimes can’t fit a few bucks in their suits but they’re still hungry and tired so i came up with this headcanon that there’s a little confectioner’s store (convenience store?) that wasn’t doing all that great and business was low and they were thinking of having to close until one day. Until fucking BATMAN shows up with another at LEAST two dozen superheroes and they just...start browsing... and batman says “get what you’d like.”

and the shop owner is like wow are they not gonna fucking pay and then speedsters are putting in stuff on the counter and supers are flying to the top shelves and they’re ooh-ing and ahh-ing and the store owner just hears dialogue from here and there that sounds something like “Ooh what flavour is that?” “I think it’s blue” *smack* “No DUH” or “I kinda want these chips but i also want these” “Just get them both, Batman’s paying!” and then after like a solid twenty minutes they all run out in a single line and they’re all waiting outside and there’s like three bags’ worth of stuff and the store owner is trying frantically to check them all out and fucking Batman is just standing there patiently, and there’s a bunch of faces peering on the window, and that was that.

That was the moment that Batman and his bunch’a buddies saved a small business.

And they didn’t dare STOP. Thing was/is, it became a THING. Superheroes that happened to be in Gotham would just,,,, go grab a snack over there. And people were terrified, because it surely wasn’t only superheroes, but villains as well. We’re talking about a 3am sneak in of the riddler’s and a thumbs up to the owner, who just stared at them silently while the riddler grabs  like a polar pop.

Oh, and it’s a very RESPECTED (and feared) little store. Because nobody even dares to even TRY and steal something. Not even the riddler. Nope. Nobody.  Not even the bravest bravado of all Gotham. And it’s funny because nobody even GOES there. Just superheroes and villains. There might as well be a poster that says ‘no civilians allowed’ in big block letters because there has literally never been anyone besides the owner and their family that has even stepped FOOT in that store.

Not that it’s any bad for business. Batman tends to be over-generous sometimes, and some costumers even have an ACCOUNT. How that works it that they’ll just... pay in advance. One day, Nightwing came in around with a ziploc bag with $30, and asked if he could pay in advance of the visits he’d make until it ran out, and then so on and so forth until there were like at least 10 accounts with 100 dollars each.

And sometimes the batfamily (who are literally regulars) will come in (in like packs of at least 4) and sometimes they’re beat up, sometimes they’re just skipping inside, sometimes they’re being carried over somebody’s shoulder. And most interactions include:

Batman: what do you want?

Red robin: *reaches for monster drink*

Batman: *slaps his hand away*

Red Robin: *settles for gatorade*

*red hood opening a fridge and ‘cooling down’*

impulse: but i got that flavor last time!

superboy: but they don’t have ANY OTHERS

Spoiler: -and then i was like ‘yo wtf’ and she was like ‘i dunno bro looks like you could use some waffles’ and what’s THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN right? I mean is she flirting with me or something because damn i like her but at the same time i don’t but like-

store owner: 

red hood, at the door: you said you were getting CRACKERS, SPOILER. 

*random run-ins of superheroes waiting for the bathroom.*

[ichinisankaku]

Backstage Translation - Bar Arisugawa (Part 1)

Nakamura: Thank you for your time today, Arisugawa-sensei.

Homare: Likewise. It was time well spent.

Nakamura: Well then, I have to get to my next job...

Homare: Understood, be careful.

Now, it'd be nice to go home as usual, but...

(Since I'm here, why not have a walk around town?)

(It's sophisticated to drink tea by yourself at a relaxing cafe, but today I feel like going to...)

*ring*

Guy: Welcome... ah, Arisugawa.

Kazunari: Aririn in the flesh!

Homare: Ooh, you're here as well, Kazunari-kun? Did you come on your way back from school?

Kazunari: Yeah! I feel like drinking a bit today~

How about you, Aririn?

Homare: I was on my way back from a meeting.

Naturally, you won't already be drunk by this point, but do be careful not to drink too much.

Kazunari: It's fine, it's fiiiine!

Hisohiso, can I get a refill?

Hisoka: Got it. What about Alice?

Homare: I'll have a beer for now.

Kazunari: Btw, Winter Troupe's hard at work with practice right now, aren't you?

Homare: Yes, that's correct.

Kazunari: And Aririn's playing a bar* mama, right? I'm looking forward to watching you!

I mean, Aririn working at a snack bar sounds super fun! Like, consulting people about their worries and stuff~ I wanna see that~!

Homare: I see...

Hisoka: Thanks for waiting.

Kazunari: Ah, drinks are here!

Alright, cheers!

Homare: ...Cheers.

Itaru: Haa... I'm tired. Remaining HP: 0.

???: --.

Itaru: ?

(I hear voices coming from the living room... why so lively at this hour.)

*Every instance of "bar" in this translation (including the backstage title) was originally "snack" (スナック), as in, short for "snack bar".

Part 2

[drkroots]

               "With a job like his, its something you gotta do." Though specifics of what the actual job he had wasn't mentioned. "The stamina he has to do what he does and then come home after being away for two weeks or so to handle all the dogs and his general family and life affairs. Gods above, I get exhausted just watching him." But she loved every moment she spent with him and her slowly growing extended family, now including Anne and her adorably sweet and rambunctious little boy.

Thinking of the fun Sean was in for made the elder witch smile, simply remembering what her own baby was like at that age. "If I had Spence when Deaks was little, my life would have been made a hell of a lot easier." But the experiences gained were never something she would take back. "Ooh, Thai sounds lovely. That something Sean likes? I got a lot of grandkids and they're all at different ages where they're a unique shade of picky. Speaking of —" Jewel rose to feet after putting drink on glass table. "Want me to raid the snack cupboard? Got more than enough to share."

Anne hadn't known the bliss of complete peace in years. Not since she had been accepted with open arms into this odd little family, but she wouldn't trade any of them for the world. Afternoons like this were nice once in a while, but she would eventually stumble through the door of her own room a few hours later, six sheets to the wind and cherishing the chaos of it all. She loved Jewel especially, and she was certain the other woman knew that. "With any luck, he's going to be dozing when I'm getting him ready for bed," Anne said with a small laugh. "It's amazing Spencer can keep up with him. Man's more energy than anyone I've ever met in my entire life, like."

She turned her face upwards towards the sun with a content little smile. "I'll order dinner, since you're being kind enough to ply me with drink this afternoon. There's a nice Thai place that opened up downtown."

[ssj2hindudude]

Potatoes including Kara Nikita and Sheela? What do they order at Starbucks? Pastry + Beverage.

The Potatoes Go to Starbucks

(Man, this was tough! Why is the menu so dang long?!? >_<)

Aru: C'mon, everybody! I'm treating!

Kara: What are we celebrating?

Aru: I aced my math final!

Mini: "Aced" implies 100% You got an A-

Aru: A solid A-!

Brynne: Whatever, can we just order already?

Aiden: Ok, let's make a list. I'll have a Peach Tranquility and a Cranberry Bliss.

Brynne: Are you ordering food or a spa day?

Rudy: They have spas here?!?

Mini: No, Rudy. Just food. What do you want?

Rudy: Ooh, well I'll have the majestic Emperor's Clouds and Mist...and a chocolate croissant.

Brynne: Private-school-preppy-says-what?

Rudy: What?

Brynne: Nothing XD

Aiden: Ok, Brynne. Since you wanna talk about other people's orders, you can go next.

Brynne: Ok, Ammamma, I'll take a Caramel Brulee Creme Frap, a double chocolate brownie, a marshmallow dream bar, and a Strawberry Creme Frap.

Aiden: Wow, going light today, huh?

Brynne: I'm ordering for Hira too, wisea**

Aiden: Whatever. Mini, you're up.

Mini: I'll just have a coffee.

Aru: As black and bitter as your soul?

Brynne: Got it. One cup of milk coming up.

Mini: Alright, fine, I'll get something more. Rudy, your chocolate croissant sounds good but for the drink, I'll take the Cinnamon Dolce Latte.

Aiden: Ok, Nikita, how about you?

Nikita: I'll take a Matcha Green Tea latte with almond milk, two pumps of vanilla, a dash of nutmeg...and a blueberry scone.

Aru: You're not gonna be a Karen if they get it wrong, are you?

Nikita: Hey, I like what I like.

Aiden: Ok, Sheela. You're next.

Sheela: I'll have a Jade Citrus Mint and three cake pops!

Brynne: Alright, girl! It's about time you started building an appetite!

Sheela: Actually the other two are for you and Nikita when you change your minds and ask for a bite.

Nikita: What?!?

Brynne: We would never-

Aiden: Yes, you would and I can vouch. Ok, it's been noted. Kara, what about you?

Kara: One Apple Crisp Creme Frap please! With a pumpkin cream cheese muffin? Is that ok?

Aiden: Ok, good choice! Last that leaves you, Shah.

Aru: One peppermint white hot chocolate!

Aiden: No snacks? I thought you'd get the brownie again.

Aru: Nope. I'll just take a sample from each of yours.

*Other Potatoes Groan*

Aru: What? I'm paying for it! I can tax you guys if I want to!

Aiden: Why are you like this, Shah?

Aru: Because you love it, Acharya. Now let's go. I'm starved.