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Always The Babysitter - Chapter Nine: MADMAX

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) (eventually) Word Count: 3,611 Warnings: lil’ bit more angst, fluff if you squint Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! We get more Dusty in this episode!! If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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October 28, 1984. Just a few days before Halloween. Was I excited? Hell no. Halloween really isn’t my favorite time of the year. Mainly because the last two years, I’ve spent a good portion of my Halloween nights from around 11pm to 1am in a jail cell, not booked.

Anyway, I was sitting on my bed reading a book and listening to my favorite record when I heard Dustin walk down the hall saying, “Son of a bitch,” over and over again. Sighing, I got up and followed him through the house, trying to see, as well as asking, what he was looking for.

When we made it into the living room, he started looking in the couch cushions. “Another stupid penny.” He threw it, causing our cat to meow.

“Dusty, watch it!” Mom said. “You almost hit Mews.”

“Can I please check under your cushions?”

“Dustyyy.”

“Mom, please! It’s an emergency!” he whined.

They sarcastically moaned at each other as Mom got up.

“Why do you do that?” I asked.

“Do what, Livvie?” she asked.

“Give in to him.”

“Livvie,” she warned.

I put my hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry.”

“Love you, Mom,” Dustin said. “Liv, come here.”

“No.”

I went back into my room to continue reading. I didn’t make it a whole chapter before Dustin came bursting into my room. “Liv, you’re coming with me.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the front door, grabbing Mom’s car keys as he did. “We’ll be back later!”

“Dustin, what the–”

“Drive me to the arcade,” he said.

I gave him a look that read excuse me?

“Please.”

“Well, since you dragged me out here, I guess I have no choice.” When we got in the car, I started it up and made my way to the local arcade, Dustin trying to make small talk on the way.

“Thanks,” he said. “You don’t have to stay, though. You can go see Steve.”

Steve and I started hanging out again after the events that went down last year. It was nice. He made time for me again which was something I definitely wasn’t used to when he became King of Hawkins High.

Was he still King? Yes. Was I still Queen? Unfortunately, yes. I didn’t want to be Queen and told people to direct that title to Nancy, since she was Steve’s queen. They all ignored me. But, it’s whatever. I’m getting used to it.

Steve and I had those sleepovers last year for a few months. Nancy walked in on us sleeping one morning, and confronted us both about it. We explained that it meant nothing and that we were just friends. We did it more as a comfort thing and all we did was sleep and nothing else. She was upset for a few days, but she didn’t really have room to talk since she was still hanging out with Jonathan when she wasn’t with Steve.

It was nice for things to be back to normal, but feelings that I was sure weren't there… ended up being there. When I stayed at Steve’s one night over the summer after a party, I thought long and hard about it. I even went as far as making a list that just confirmed everything. But I wasn’t about to let those feelings show.

“Dusty, I don’t wanna go see Steve,” I said. “I wanna spend time with you.”

“At the arcade?” he asked, incredulously.

“Yes. At the arcade.”

When I pulled into a parking spot, I noticed Joyce’s car sitting in a spot, so I walked over to her just as Will was getting out. I told Will that I would be inside in a moment and then I said hey to Joyce, telling her that I’d give Will a ride home if she or Jonathan didn’t come sooner.

When I walked inside, I immediately found all four boys at the game Dragon’s Lair.

Dustin played for a while before the cartoon princess… person said to use some magic sword. “Oh, I’m in uncharted territory here, guys.” “Down, down, down,” the boys yelled.

“I’m going, I’m going!”

They were all directing Dustin on which way to go as I just stood and watched the screen, the animated characters not doing what Dustin was wanting them to do, which resulted in his character dying.

“No, no, no!” Dustin exclaimed. “I hate this overpriced bullshit! Son of a bitch! Piece of shit!”

I giggled at Dustin’s antics, not really upset that he was using such language. Like I had room to talk.

“You’re just not nimble enough,” Lucas said. “But you’ll get there one day. But until then, Princess Daphne is still mine.”

“Whatever,” I said. “At least he’s still good in Centipede, while I’m the reigning champ on Dig Dug.”

“You sure about that?” Keith asked.

I quickly turned around, looking at him, watching as he munched on Cheetos Puffs. “What?” When it hit me like a bus, I said, “You’re fucking kidding me,” and ran to the gaming console that became my stress relief over the summer.

Seeing the score above mine made me furious. “No, no, no!”

“They beat you by 300 points!” Mike said.

“751,300 points!” Will said.

“No one’s been able to top my score of 751,000 for months!” I exclaimed. I went searching for Keith, which I didn’t need to because he followed us. “You tell me who the hell MADMAX is right now, Keith!”

“Yeah, spill it, Keith!” Dustin said.

“You want information, then I need something in return,” Keith said.

We all turned to look at Mike, who was looking at me. “Don’t you dare look at me,” I whispered.

“No, no, no. No way,” Mike said. “You’re not getting a date with her.”

“Mike, come on,” Lucas said. “Just get him the date.”

“I’m not prostituting my sister!”

“But it’s for a good cause!” Lucas and I exclaimed.

“No, don’t get him the date,” Dustin said. “Ya’know what, he’s gonna spread his nasty-ass rash to your whole family.”

“Acne isn’t a rash,” I whispered.

“And it’s not contagious, you prepubescent wastoid!” Keith said.

Stepping in front of Dustin, who had an arm in front of me, I said, “Hey, no one insults my brother or these snot nosed pre-teens but me, you understand?”

“Liv, calm down,” Dustin said.

“You can’t go back to the station,” Mike said.

“I’ll have his head mounted on a stick!” I exclaimed.

Mike and Lucas had their hands and arms in front of me and on me, trying to keep me from killing Keith, who just stood there like this happens every week… because it does happen every week between him and I.

“Okay,” I said, still feeling everyone’s hands on me. “Okay. Okay! I’m good.” I turned around to walk outside when I noticed that Will wasn’t around. Worry instantly hit me like a bus as I looked for him. When I saw that he was outside, I walked out, saying his name.

When he turned to face me, I asked him if he was okay.

“Yeah, I just…” he said. “I just needed some air.”

I nodded. “Me, too. I was about to rip Keith’s head off.”

“Again?” he chuckled.

I chuckled with him, “Yeah. Come on. Let’s see if you can beat my score on Dig Dug.”

He smiled. “You’re on!”

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I had to go to the station the next morning to log in some community service hours since I got “busted” for “shoplifting”. The charge was bullshit. Carol had put something in my bag without me knowing and got me busted for something I didn’t do.

I watched as Murray Bauman followed Hop through the station, as well as Flo following Hop. She took his cigarette out of his mouth and put it down, which I picked it up and took a drag from it. She then took the donut from him and gave him an apple.

Blowing out the smoke from another puff I took, I said, “Ya’know that doesn’t do you any good, Flo.”

Putting the cigarette out, she replied, “And I’ll do the same with you.”

Hop walked closer as he was telling Murray that he had five minutes to talk to him and not a second more before he looked at me and said, “Liv, go to school.”

I sighed and picked up my bag, telling Flo, “Duty calls.”

What I didn’t expect to see was Steve and Nancy parked outside. I walked up to them, confused, as Nancy rolled her window down. “Uhh, y’all here to file a complaint against someone?”

Nancy chuckled. “No. We’re here to pick you up.”

I furrowed my brows a little. “That’s very generous of you, thank you.” I got in the backseat and brought out my homework that I missed last night to finish doing, making small conversation with Steve and Nancy on the way while stealing glances at Steve.

I was done with my homework by the time we got to the school, so when Steve brought out some papers to discuss with Nancy, I was fixing my makeup and playing with my hair in the rearview mirror.

“It’s crap, I know,” he said.

“No, it’s not crap,” Nancy lied. She looked at the papers again, skimming over them.

“It’s… not good.”

“Let me see,” I said, reaching over to grab the papers from Nancy as she said, “It’s going to be.”

“This needs major reorganizing,” I muttered. “Nance, let me see your pen.”

She handed it to me and I started to write some suggestions.

“Hope it’s okay I mark on this,” I said, focusing on what I was reading.

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve said.

“Okay,” I said, leaning forward. “So, in the first–”

“Liv,” Nancy said, softly.

I looked at her, seeing with her eyes that she wanted to be the one to help him. I nodded and handed her the papers back, as well as her pen. Going back to messing with my hair, I sighed.

“In the first paragraph, you used the basketball game versus Northern as a metaphor for your life, which is great, but then around here where Liv marked, you started talking about your granddad’s experiences in the war. And I– I– I just don’t see how they’re connected.”

“It connects because…” Steve said. “Because, ya’know, we both won.”

“Steve,” I whispered, hanging my head for a moment.

“Should I start from scratch?” he asked.

I wasn’t sure who he was talking about, so I looked up, seeing his eyes connect to mine in the mirror. “No. Just rewrite it and talk about the basketball metaphor. When’s the deadline?”

“It’s tomorrow for early application. Can you come and help me tonight?”

“She can’t,” Nancy said, without missing a beat.

We both looked at her, at least mine asking why. “We have our dinner tonight, remember,” she said, looking dead at Steve.

Nancy and I were on touch and go terms. When we both were around Steve, it was like she was fighting for his attention, but when it was just her and I, Steve wasn’t mentioned and we were like the best of friends.

Steve sighed, saying, “Oh, my god!”

“We already canceled last week,” Nancy said.

Tension. That’s all I felt was tension whenever I was with them.

“You don’t have to go,” she said. “Just work on this.”

“What’s the point?” Steve asked, grabbing the papers from Nancy. He crumbled them up as Nancy and I told him to calm down.

“I’m calm,” he said. “I’m calm. I’m just being honest. Ya’know, I mean… I’ll just end up working for my dad anyway.”

“That’s not true,” Nancy and I said, albeit she was a little louder.

“I don’t know, Nance, is that such a bad thing?” he asked, as I sat back. “There’s insurance and benefits and all that adult stuff. And if I took it, ya’know, I could be around for your senior year.”

“Steeeeeve,” Nancy said.

“Just to look after you for a bit. Make sure you don’t forget about this pretty face and stuff.”

Nancy chuckled as I rolled my eyes and looked out the window, trying to hide a tear that wanted to fall from my waterline.

“Nance, I’m serious.”

I was unsuccessful as I watched from the corner of my eye Steve lean over and kiss Nancy.

“I love you,” Steve said.

“I love you, too,” Nance replied.

An engine revving had my attention. I quickly wiped the tear away as I opened the door and stood up, leaning my arms against the top.

Everyone in the parking lot watched as a beautiful blue Camaro pulled up and parked into a spot, a little red-headed girl getting out and skateboarding to the middle school.

A dirty blonde boy with a mullet got out, taking a drag from his cigarette before flicking it off and heading into the school.

I hadn’t noticed that my tongue was running across the corner of my top lip before Nancy got my attention. “Hmm? What?”

“Wipe the drool,” she said.

“But check out that ass, Nance,” I said. “Look at it go.”

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After third period, I hunted Tina down, wanting one of those orange flyers I was seeing around school. Once I had one, I went hunting for Steve, knowing he already knew about it, but couldn’t find him.

I did find Jonathan and Nancy, however, so I walked up to them right as Nancy handed him a flier.

“You’re coming to this,” she said.

“Come and get sheet faced,” Jonathan read. “No, I’m not.”

As Nancy was telling Jonathan that she just couldn’t let him sit at home alone on Halloween, people were saying hey to left and right. Was it because of the Queen status I apparently held? Yes. Was I used to it? No. Was I getting used to it? Eh, kinda.

Jonathan telling Nancy that he was taking Will trick or treating brought me back.

“No, you’re not,” I chuckled. “Let me predict this for a second. You’re gonna be home by 8, listening to the Talking Heads and reading Vonnegut, or whatever the hell you read.”

“Sounds like a nice night,” he said, a small smile on his face. The smile I held died at seeing Steve sneak around the corner from Nancy’s locker where we stopped.

“Jonathan, just come,” Nancy said. “I mean, who knows, you might even meet someone.” Her words were cut off by Steve wrapping his arms around her and pulling her away from her locker. She turned around, shoving his shoulder while telling him to take his sunglasses off as I felt a hand on my back.

I sighed and looked at Jonathan as Steve was telling Nancy he missed her. He leaned his head closer to mine as he said, “He’ll come around one day. Don’t worry.”

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As I was sitting on my bed doing my homework, my personal landline rang. Confused, I picked it up and answered, “Hello?”

“Can you come with us tonight?”

I sighed. “Why? So that I can drive while you two fu–”

“Okay, that was one time and it was… unexpected.”

“Yeah, because no guy in their right mind would just get a random raging boner,” I said.

“Happens more often than you think.”

“Gross, Steve.” After a few seconds of silence, I sighed. “Fine. What time?”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, I love you, I’ll pick you up soon,” he rushed.

I couldn’t even get my next words out before he hung up. “Oh, okay..” I sighed again, getting off my bed and putting on a jacket and my shoes. When I made it to the living room, Mom asked where I was going. I lied and told her that Steve wanted me to help him with some homework, which she believed.

A few minutes later, Steve showed up with Nancy in tow. Being around the both of them was awkward enough, and I had been doing it a lot lately. I said my hellos and got comfortable in the backseat. I hadn’t realized I’d fallen asleep until I felt a hand on my knee, softly shaking me.

“Liv, wake up,” Steve’s voice said. “We’re here.”

I opened my eyes, breathing in deep before I leaned my head up to get out of the car.

Steve, Nancy and I walked down the walkway to Barb’s front door. We all stood there for a moment before Steve asked, “Okay. Ready?”

“Yeah,” Nancy answered. “Liv?”

I looked up from staring at my shoes to Nancy, my brain taking a moment to process what she asked. “Oh. Yeah. Sure. Let’s do this.” I sighed, putting my hands in my jacket pockets.

Steve sighed, “Okay,” and rang the doorbell.

Mrs. Holland answered the door, surprised to see me standing with Steve and Nance. Once we went inside and took our jackets off, we hung them on the coat rack before following Mrs. Holland into the dining room, KFC buckets sitting on the table.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t get to cook,” Mrs. Holland said. “I was gonna make that baked ziti you guys like so much, but I just forgot about the time, and before you know it, ‘oh, my god, it’s five o’clock.’”

I chuckled as Nancy said, “It’s fine. It’s great,” while Steve said, “Right. I love KFC.” I felt their eyes on me as I put a biscuit and a piece of chicken on my plate. Looking at them, Nancy’s eyes were wide as she waited for me to answer. “O-oh,” I stuttered. “Yeah, this is great.”

Making conversation, Nancy said, “So, I noticed a For Sale sign out in your yard. Is-is that the neighbors, or…”

Mr. and Mrs. Holland looked at each other for a moment before Mrs. Holland said, “You wanna tell them.”

“Go ahead,” Mr. Holland replied.

Mrs. Holland looked back at Nancy. “We hired a man named Murray Bauman. Have either of you heard of him?” She looked between the three of us.

I stopped mid-chew, seeing Nancy and Steve’s eyes on me. I swallowed my bite before taking a sip of my drink. “Yes. I kinda know him. He’s been coming into the station on a daily or weekly basis.”

“We haven’t,” Nancy said.

“He was an investigative journalist for the Chicago-Sun Times,” Mrs. Holland explained.

“He’s pretty well-known,” Mr. Holland said, handing Steve Murray’s business card.

“Anyway, he’s free-lance now, and he agreed to take the case.”

“That’s… that’s great,” Steve said, mouth full of food. “No, that’s really… that’s great, right?” He looked at Nancy as he paused for a moment.

“Uhm, what exactly does that mean?” Nancy asked.

“Means he’s gonna do what that lazy son of a bitch Jim Hop–” Mr. Holland said.

I cleared my throat, to give Mr. Holland a chance to redeem himself… since almost everyone in town knows about me doing community service at the station. Mrs. Holland put her hand on her husband’s arm.

He looked in my direction, saying, “Sorry.” He exhaled. “What the Hawkins police haven’t been capable of doing. Means we have a real detective on the case.”

I put my napkin to my mouth, clearing my throat. Feeling something lightly hit the tip of my shoe, I looked from my plate up to Steve, seeing in his eyes that he doesn’t want me to start anything. “Would you excuse me for a moment? I need to get some air.”

Steve and Nancy both whispered my name, but I ignored it as I put my napkin down on the table and went to the front door, getting my jacket and putting it on. Once the cool, fall weather hit my face, I took in a deep breath before walking back down the walkway towards Steve’s car. I laid myself on the hood and looked up at the stars.

I guess I had fallen asleep again because I woke up to Steve softly saying my name again.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked.

“What?” I asked, groggily.

“You keep falling asleep,” he chuckled.

“Yeah,” I said, sitting up. “I’m fine. I guess I just haven’t been sleeping well.”

He sighed and leaned on the car next to me, asking, “Nightmares again?”

“No,” I shook my head. “It’s the weirdest thing. I’m not dreaming about that anymore. It’s… it’s something else.”

“Like what?”

I was quiet for a moment before he nudged my shoulder, saying, “Come on, tell me.”

I chuckled before saying, “Okay, I’m not gonna go into detail or anything, but let’s just say that I wake up from these dreams… breaking a small sweat.”

Looking at him, I saw the confusion on his face. I laughed, like, actually laughed for the first time in a really long time. “Do I need to break it down for you?”

He looked at me like he needed me to explain, causing me to laugh again. “What are you dreaming about?” “Sex, Steve,” I laughed. “I’ve been dreaming about sex.”

It almost felt like jealousy was coming off of him because he slightly stiffened before asking, “With who?”

“I’m not telling you!” I quietly exclaimed, the smile never leaving my face.

It was nice to sit here with Steve like this. Just talking and laughing… being best friends again. But, it was nice while it lasted because a throat clearing had both of us looking at the responsible party; Nancy.

Steve quickly got off the hood and stood up, as did I. I could tell she was upset, and not wanting to poke the bear, I made my way to the backseat, where I fell asleep on the way home… again.

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A/N 2: hi, friends! i have no excuse why this late. i really don’t. but, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox.

Additional Note: there’s kind of a deleted scene in this episode where hop and liv talk. if y'all are interested, i can write that scene for you!! also, i know that some of y’all are waiting to see your requests, and i promise i’ll get to them. the writer’s block hit really bad with them. atb is the only thing i have motivation to post for at the moment.

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Things Between Us | Cillian Murphy x OC

Chapter 5 : Get to Know

Summary: Sansa, a 26-year-old graduate student, who unexpectedly encounters a twist of fate when she comes across an actor she never knew before!

Sansa led the four actors into the living area. They all sat down on the large sofa that was prominently placed in front of the bookshelf. She sat on the sofa opposite them. The girl was extremely nervous at this moment. She’s not acting right. Because this was the first time she had brought a stranger into her apartment. All four of them were also men. That doubled the nervousness.

This was not normal for her to blindly bring someone into her own safe space. Even though she knew they could be trusted, it still made the girl feel very nervous.

“Why did you choose to study art?” Cillian asked.

The young woman thought for a moment.

“Um…. It’s a continuation of when my parents passed away.” She said with a sad look in her eyes. “I was only seventeen at the time. I didn’t know how to deal with various feelings. How did that come to me? I’m not a good speaker and don’t express myself much. One day, I sat down to draw a picture. At that time, I painted it with every emotion I had. So it made me know Art has no voice. No need to sit and talk. It is a space for us to easily express our feelings. And when that work is finished, paintings are able to communicate the emotions of the owner of the piece. Without speaking. Just looking at it, we can understand that What does the owner of this work want to convey? And how are you feeling? So that’s what I chose to study and pay attention to.”

She tried to explain her feelings to Cillian, who asked, and other people who are sitting and listening intently to understand as easily as possible.

“Wow, you explain the word. The art is really good, I can understand that,” Fin said.

“I’m just explaining my feelings. Art is the ultimate in emotional fluidity. There is no definition.”

“Are you English? Or did you just come to study here?” Stephen asked.

“I’m English,” She continued. “But I’ve only been back in England for two years. Before that, I went to study in America.”

“Oh, I guess that’s why you have an American accent. Because of this,” Joe added.

She laughed.

“Yes, I have an American accent. It’s much easier to speak and listen to than a British accent.”

Everyone laughed in agreement at her words.

“True!”

“You all work in the film industry in the same way? You mean they’re all actors?” She asked them, curious.

“Uh… No! I am a screenwriter and director. But we work together. In the series Peaky Blinders,” Stephen replied, gesturing to Cillian, Joe, and Fin.

“These three people. Who are the main actors of the story” The three male actors turned around and smiled at her in a friendly way.

“Oh wow… am I hanging out with celebrities? Guess I’ll have to look into this!” She excitedly replied to them.

“I’m still very surprised. When you say to your friend, ‘Don’t know Cillian,’” Stephen said and laughed.

The person being talked about, “I’m not that famous!” Cillian interrupted his screenwriter friend.

“Sorry, I don’t really watch many series or movies.” Sansa bowed her head in acceptance. She immediately felt anxious. Because since her parents passed away, she had never been to a movie theater or even looked for other entertainment. The young woman could only keep to herself and study the three courses. She has to divide her study time every day between the two universities, with no days off.

“I study quite hard. So I didn’t have much time to do any other activities during that time. I had never been to a movie theater in the five years I studied in America. Because I have to read a book and deliver work every day. That’s why I didn’t get to know the actors much. I just came back to watch movies or series when I was back in England.”

She replied with a sad, remorseful look on her face.

“No need to apologize. We understand that you study very hard. It’s strange that you don’t know us,” Cillian told her understandingly.

“I studied really hard. Sometimes I used to sit and think, ‘Why did I do it?!’” The girl laughed at what she had done.

“Final period for each major. I haven’t slept at all. Especially if it’s the same time as submitting work or taking exams. I’m like a walking pudding.”

She stood up. Wobbling around in her chair to show them her condition then.

“It’s terrible!!!” She moaned under her breath.

“We can imagine.” They laughed at the girl’s expression a moment ago.

“Are you alone, or do you have siblings? Can I ask?” Finn asked.

The woman was a little fumbling at the question, until Stephen noticed.

“Hey, you’re making her uncomfortable, Fin,” he admonished his fellow actor.

“I’m fine. I just don’t know how to say it. I’m an only child.”

She added, “I’m quite an introvert. That’s why I don’t get to meet anyone or talk to anyone much. Except for friends in class who study together. But I only talk during class. Didn’t hang out or talk outside either. I have only one close friend, Gigi, who I met at Mr. Louis’ shop only today.”

She was extremely nervous. Because it is quite a personal matter. And they were strangers. But when she thought about it, each person was very good to her. Plus, they helped her even though they didn’t even know each other. That’s why she decided to tell them her personal story.

Cillian listened intently to the woman. He felt a lot of sympathy for her. With her personality he saw from the first time. And from the fact that he overheard her and her friend’s conversation in that restaurant. Let him know that she is peaceful and likes privacy. The more her parents and family left. In life, there is only one close friend like this. He felt sad for her.

“It must be pretty lonely, right? Being all alone?” Cillian asked her.

Sansa’s eyes flickered slightly to the owner of the voice.

“There are some, but I’m used to things like this…I know that I look rather strange,” she laughed.

“Oh, not at all,” he hurriedly protested, along with the others as well.

“Well, I’m a rather boring person. It shouldn’t be much fun to talk about. And shy too. It was very difficult for me to get to know or talk to people. Makes me not have many friends. And I don’t use social media either. That made me less likely to get to know people.”

She was still nervous like that.

“You are very fun to talk to. We confirm,” Fin said.

The young woman smiled in response. Before changing the subject because now she was starting to feel uncomfortable with being the one being questioned.

“Do you guys like listening to the piano? I’ll play it for you. The wine will taste better.”

“Good. We’d like to hear it,” Stephen replied.

Sansa sat in her usual position in front of the heartwarming piano, prominently placed next to the sofa where they sat. She raised a glass of wine to enhance the emotional luxury. Her slender, beautiful fingers were skillfully and gracefully following the notes, playing the composition expertly. The young woman delighted in the sounds and those musical notes. Sansa didn't need to look at the sheet music at all; she simply let her feelings and expertise guide her, as she did every time she played. The young woman wasn't sure how long she immersed herself in playing those notes until she heard the rising sound of applause.

“Wow, that is so sweet,” said Stephen. Everyone gathered around the young woman around her piano at this moment.

“You play smoothly. Without having to remember or even look at the notes,” Cillian praised.

She smiled at the compliment.

“Do you know how to play? Do you want to try it?” she asked Stephen, the oldest man. He looked like he could play the piano.

“That’s enough. I think I can.”

“Then let’s collab. I play the violin. You play the piano.”

“Sure. I’ll probably have to retake the course, haha,” he laughed.

“What songs can you play?”

“Hit The Rock Jack, then. It would go well with the violin.”

“You chose the songs well.”

Stephen began to play his fingers on the piano as Sansa started to passionately perform a violin solo. Both of them seamlessly played into each other, creating a smooth harmony. The young woman never forgot the feeling; she had never had a friend to play the piano or do something like this together. It was the first time she felt the joy of having friends who shared the same passion. Meeting a group of people with similar interests felt truly special. Tonight's musical session with them was incredibly enjoyable.

“Awesome, you’re so talented, Sansa. I never thought I would meet someone as multi-talented as you.” Stephen stood up and applauded the woman appreciatively, including the other people.

Sansa stepped back, bent her knees, and bowed her head at the flattery, with a shy face but full of a smile of happiness.

Meanwhile, Cillian was staring at a young woman’s bass. It was very beautiful and caught his eye. He could only touch and rub it, but he didn’t dare to pick it up or try playing with it.

“That was the first bass my father bought me. It’s so beautiful and classic,” a young woman’s voice next to him said.

“True. I agree. It’s very beautiful.”

“Do you know how to play?”

“He’s the best,” Stephen interjected, adding, “He was a musician before he was an actor.”

"You're exaggerating, Steve," Cillian replied, turning to his friend with a shy smile.

"Give it a try, go ahead. It's absolutely fantastic. You'll love the sound of it," the bassist girl invited.

Cillian thought for a moment. Should he be rude and pick up her things to play with? But there might be some encouragement or encouragement, and the owner has given permission.

“Okay.” He picked up the bass and adjusted the strings, trying a few notes. Cillian thought for a moment. What song should he try with this bass? ‘Ah… that’s his favorite song,’ he thought, before starting to strum The Beatles’ Hey Jude.

Sansa observed the performer in front of her as Cillian played her favorite bass. He looked even more charming when he held that bass. He was skilled, playing it smoothly. She thought he must really like that particular bass; it was fascinating to watch.

“Would you like to try playing together?” she offered, just to add to the fun.

“Alright.”

The young woman picked up another one of other favorite bass. She sat and competed with him. And there were three audience members sitting and cheering for the two musicians.

"Don't Let Me Down, okay?" she said to him.

Cillian nodded in agreement.

She started strumming the first two chords, and he followed it up with the back chord part. The two played together smoothly. It’s like they’ve practiced together before. Both of them play very well together. Their hands were extremely agitated. Sansa glanced at Cillian slightly, thinking to herself, ‘Tonight’s bass playing for you and him, what a night to remember.’

“Sansa, you are amazing. So you’re going to be good at everything? And you did well too, Cillian.” Stephen praised the two of them.

“You play so well, Sansa, I can’t fight you. Did you train yourself?” Cillian asked her curiously. He thought it was strange that a girl with such a sweet exterior looked like her could play bass aggressively like this.

“I have been practicing playing since I was a child. My father taught me. So it gave me some basics. So I played enough,” she answered him humbly.

“This is not enough. How can you be so good at everything?” Joe said with an appreciative laugh.

"I just do well in what I'm interested in," Sansa replied with a genuine sentiment. She never considered herself exceptionally talented. She didn't have specific goals in life; she just did what she wanted to do, pursued her interests, and tried to learn and excel in them.

“You are amazing.” Everyone praised her again.

The young woman saw that by now the bottle of wine was empty and it was getting dark outside.

“Are you all going to leave now? It’s already evening. I don’t want to disturb you too much. I’ll send it down right now.”

She cut them off so they didn’t have a chance to reply, whether they want to stay or whatever.

“Okay.” Everyone seemed to understand what the girl was thinking.

Sansa led the four men into the private elevator to descend to lobby of the apartment. While in the elevator, the young woman felt the need to say something to Cillian since he was standing beside her.

“Thank you very much about helping find the gallery.” She turned to thank him.

Sansa was feeling incredibly nervous because her face was now very close to Cillian. With both of them being about the same height, around 5'7 and 5'8, their eyes locked onto each other at precisely the right angle.

“Congratulations. You deserve it.” He smiled kindly back at her.

She walked them to the apartment door. Stephen was the first who came to say goodbye and hug the beautiful young woman. “Today we had a lot of fun. I’m glad I got to know someone as wonderful as you, Sansa.”

Followed by Fin, Joe, and Cillian, who came in to say goodbye and hug one last time.

Sansa felt incredibly nervous because she had never been hugged by so many men before, even if it’s just a casual hug. But it was strange to her anyway!

“Bye, Sansa. I hope we can meet again,” Fin said before leaving the door.

“Bye, everyone.” She waved goodbye to everyone and walked into the elevator back up to her room.

After a group of four people coming out of that strange woman’s apartment, Cillian couldn’t help but feel happy. He hadn’t had a fun night like this in a long time.

“Oh, damn it! Her smell so good when you hug.” Fin’s voice said suddenly.

“Her skin is soft too,” Joe added.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as versatile as her. And more than that, she is very beautiful. I can’t stop looking at her. Today’s talk. It was the most fun day In months. I really want her to be in my script,” Steve said, looking thoughtful.

‘It’s not just himself who’s happy’ Cillian pondered in his heart. He looked at his screenwriter friend who seemed quite delighted with the young woman.

“I agree with you. She is very beautiful and fun to talk to,” Fin and Joe said.

“I’m starting to like her. I really want to get to know her more… Hey! Cill, you have her business card, can I have it?” Steve asked him.

The forty-six-year-old young actor glanced at his friend’s face.

“What is it, Steve? You can’t even see a pretty girl. She keeps saying that she likes her privacy. If I give you my business card without your permission, how much will her criticize me?”

He is evasive. “You’ll ask her yourself. You go to Mr. Louis’ shop often. You’ll meet her yourself.”

Cillian humorously rejects his screenwriter friend. But in reality, it’s just an excuse! Because he’d rather keep her business card for himself.

“That’s true of you,” Stephen replied. Before everyone walked their separate ways and returned to their respective residences.

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soulnb42 · 7 months

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Times Like These (part 6)

AO3

Part 6

Beatrice slowed her pace then came to a stop when Ava caught up with her. Ava immediately bent over, holding her knees, her lungs were burning with the exertion, so much so she was practically wheezing.

“I think… I prefer when… you kick my butt,” Ava stated, still trying to catch her breath. “Never… thought I’d say that… and mean it…”

Beatrice laughed softly. She had made them run at a steady pace through an uneven terrain across the wood for almost an hour. She had meant for it to be a warm up, but seeing how it had taken the wind out of Ava, she made a mental note to add a little more cardio in their daily training routine.

Ava was still heaving when she straightened up. She looked at Beatrice incredulously. “I’m pretty sure… I’ve lost a lung back there,” she pointed a thumb over her shoulder. “And you’re… not even winded…” she rolled her eyes. “…figures.”

Beatrice stretched a bit then just sat down and enjoyed the scenery. They had reached a lake; the view was quite stunning with the mountains in the background. Ava dropped on the floor next to her, she was still breathing heavily but her lungs were no longer on fire.

“Do you want to talk about last night?”

Beatrice’s question took her by surprise. She felt a shiver run down her spine at the memory of her nightmare and shook her head vehemently. “Not really, no.”

“Okay,” Beatrice nodded. “I’m here if you ever change your mind.”

Ava nodded to acknowledge the offer but didn’t say anything else.

They remained quiet for a long time. Beatrice looked at Ava and she could see the dark cloud hovering above her head. So far, she had let Ava on her own devices, but today she knew she would push her to talk. They needed to get to the core of what was bothering her.

Last night, when she was watching over Ava after her nightmare, she had an epiphany. Well, not so much an epiphany than a reminder. The Halo was tied to Ava’s emotions. So, she had put herself in Ava’s shoes and it occurred to her that Ava was afraid and maybe she didn’t want to fight.

It was easy to forget that Ava had not been prepared for the Halo. Every bearer before her had been trained beforehand, they had accepted the assignment willingly. Mother Superion had been ready, Shannon had been ready, and even if things hadn’t gone according to plan

Ava…had been thrown into a brand-new world, a world that expected her to fight and die for it.

It was unfair. She had been given another life only for it to come with insane caveats.

Then Beatrice had remembered the note Ava had left behind that time she had run away from the OCS: I want to live.

It was that simple.

Beatrice had thought long and hard, in the end she came to a decision that went against everything she was standing for, but one that was at least fair to Ava, consequences be damned.

“This is a nice place,” Beatrice mused aloud. “The décor is beautiful, it’s quiet and peaceful, people are nice… you could have a good life here.”

She felt Ava’s gaze on her, but kept on watching the scenery. “I could tell the others you’ve escaped my watch, while making sure they never find you,” she shrugged.

Ava stared at Beatrice, when their eyes met, she scrutinized her face for a long moment. Was Beatrice serious? Would she really do that?

Beatrice looked at her with her usual benevolent soft grin, and just like that Ava knew, that yes, she meant it. Beatrice would lie for her and give her a chance at another life.

Ava nodded before looking away.

It was a tempting offer, an illusory one, but tempting still. She knew from experience that ‘simple’ and ‘normal’ were no longer an option for her, at least as long as the Halo was embedded in her back.

The way she saw it, there were three options. One, trying to get rejected by the Halo and potentially go back to being dead; two, fighting Adriel and most likely dying; or three, hiding and pretending the world wasn’t burning around her. Option three came with another caveat: she’d be on her own; sure Beatrice would be there but only from afar. If that was the price of ‘normal’ then she didn’t want it. Not to mention that Adriel would eventually find her and would most likely kill her because she wouldn’t have had any training whatsoever.

So… pestilence, cholera or plague, those were her options.

“You don’t owe anything to anyone,” Beatrice added as if reading her mind.

Ava closed her eyes and exhaled deeply. “I kind of do though. If it wasn’t for me, Adriel would still be locked in a tomb,” she muttered.

She didn’t know Adriel’s agenda, but something told her that hugs and cuddles were not on it. She couldn’t bear the idea of more people getting hurt because of her.

“It’s kind of my mess to clean up.”

“Our mess,” Beatrice corrected her.

“Right…” Ava snorted dejectedly

“We are a team, Ava,” Beatrice said firmly. “Whatever burden you carry, you don’t have to do it alone, you can lean on me.”

There was something overwhelming reassuring to know that she had Beatrice by her side, that she was her ride or die team mate. Somehow, she doubted she would have felt as safe with anyone else.

“You can trust me.”

“I trust you!” Ava exclaimed.

“Then talk to me,” Beatrice prompted her gently.

Ava sighed heavily. She didn’t want to admit what had been weighing heavily on her mind, but Beatrice was right, they were a team. More importantly, at the moment and who knows for how long, they only had each other; that meant she couldn’t keep shutting Beatrice out.

“I’m useless…” she admitted in a mumble.

She felt Beatrice’s gaze on her but refused to meet her eyes.

Beatrice was truly confused and didn’t get where Ava was coming from with that statement.

“We are a team and I’m supposed to be the leader… but I can’t pull my own weight.”

Sensing that there was much more to unpack, Beatrice remained silent, patiently waiting for Ava to get it all out.

“We had to leave the others behind, because I couldn’t pull my own weight,” Ava continued “We’ve been here for 10 days and if it wasn’t for you, I’d probably be sleeping under a bridge because I can’t pull my own weight!” the more she spoke the more agitated Ava got, her voice growing louder.

“I can’t…” she grunted in frustration. “But you… you know what to do, you always know what to do… I mean… within two days you… stocked the apartment with everything we may need on a day-to-day basis… you’d scouted the place for training space… put down a training program… Geez… you even secured us a job at the local bar…”

She pulled aggressively at some blades of grass and threw them away. “I couldn’t have done any of that… because I don’t know any of that stuff… so far, all I do is waiting on you for directives and sucking hard at training!”

She shook her head. “How am I supposed to lead when I can’t even do the simplest things?”

Beatrice was no stranger to pressure. Holding herself to the highest standards was her MO, but Ava was taking that to another level. If she was honest, had she been in Ava’s shoes she didn’t think she would have cope half as well as Ava had. Clearly Ava wasn’t giving herself any credit.

“Ava…” Beatrice didn’t really know where to start. She rubbed a hand over her forehead. After a second, she decided to tackle every point from the easiest to the hardest. “I’ve lived on my own and had to find a job before the OCS… however brief those periods in my life were, I’ve had the opportunities to face those situations and therefore learn, but rest assured I was as clueless as you before that.”

She paused to give Ava a moment to take her words in.

After a minute she continued. “You were in car crash when you were seven, spent over a decade being paralyzed, you died… then you were revived by the Halo and thrown into a world where you were forced to fight literal demons…” she held a finger out for every instance she enumerated. “I think we can agree on the fact that all of this did not leave that many opportunities to learn about mundane stuff,” Beatrice pointed out. “To be honest, you have faired pretty well, all things considered, so cut yourself some slack.”

Beatrice’s perspective on things did make sense, Ava thought.

“You suck at training… well yeah, but then again that is the point of training. You suck now, so you won’t suck on the field. You may suck but you’re putting the work and that’s all that matters,” she sensed Ava’s protest coming but cut her off. “You do, always have. Case in point, you went from getting stuck in walls to crossing twenty feet of concrete and more. Do you have a lot to learn? Yes, but we’re just getting started our new regimen, so again, cut yourself some slack.”

Beatrice took a deep breath as she launched onto the last point. She understood Ava’s guilt over what had happened in the Vatican, she felt it as well. Unlike Ava though, she knew that their escape had been the only viable option.

“You did pull your weight in the Vatican. The mission went belly-up but it wasn’t because of you. You did what you were supposed to.”

They were all mislead and betrayed by Father Vincent, he was the only one to know what they were walking into.

“We left because…”

“It was the best of our options,” Beatrice finished. “We are warriors not kamikazes. That means we don’t engage in a conflict without a complete understanding of our odds. That night, we were outnumbered, under geared and more importantly we were not prepared for such a fight.”

“If Shannon had been there…” Ava tried to insist once more but was cut off again.

“The outcome would have been the same. We might have fought 5 minutes more but in the end, we’d have retreated to ensure her safety,” Beatrice countered firmly.

Ava sighed in resignation. She was hearing Beatrice but it was hard to accept.

“I’m not saying that to make you feel better Ava. It’s the truth, plain and simple.”

“Okay…” Ava finally conceded. “I just wish, there had been another way,” she added in a whisper.

“I know, so do I.”

They fell into silence again. Contemplating the scenery.

Ava watched her hand caressing the grass, she closed her eyes to focus on the sensation. It didn’t matter how much time had passed since she had recovered all of her senses. The fact that she could just feel never ceased to amaze her. Every single day she was grateful at the simple fact that she could experience everything through her senses.

“I’m scared,” she finally confessed to Beatrice.

She didn’t specify anything because her fear was encompassing so much. She was terrified of being alone, of being paralyzed again, of losing sensation in her body, of dying…

“So am I,” Beatrice replied.

Ava looked at Beatrice in surprise. Beatrice always seemed unphased by anything, so strong and confident, like she could take on the whole world by herself. To have her admit that she was scared, was… unnerving. It was oddly comforting at the same time.

“I hate not knowing what’s coming next… not having a real sense of direction.”

“Yeah, that definitely sucks.”

“The only way I know how to cope is to focus on what we can control,” Beatrice continued. “From my experience dwelling on the rest is just feeding our fears and making things worse.”

Ava chuckled. “There you go… knowing what to do, yet again,” she teased with a smirk which made Beatrice rolled her eyes. She leaned in to bum her shoulder with Beatrice’s and both started to laugh a little.

For the first time since the start of there exile, the tension was lifted. As much as Ava hated to admit it, that talk they’d just had made her feel a bit better.

“Thank you,” she said.

The words seemed inadequate, not merely enough. Ava didn’t have the words to express how grateful she was. Beatrice had assuaged some of her fears; she had given her a new perspective on things; more than that she had given her a choice. So far, she had been the only one to do so. Sure, all of her choices sucked, but it was nice to at least give her the option to decide of her fate in the end.

Sure, she was still afraid of what was to come but knowing that Beatrice felt the same and was there with her made her feel a tad better.

“Yeah… just… thank you,” she repeated.

Somehow, Ava knew Beatrice understood all the unsaid behind her words. “Sure,” Beatrice nodded with that soft grin of hers.

Ava looked away at the mountains again, she was feeling much too vulnerable and needing to get her emotions back in check.

“Do you mind if we stay here for a while?”

“Not at all,” she saw Beatrice shake her head from the corner of her eye.

“Cool,” she acquiesced before lying down completely.

She took a deep breath then released it. She looked at the clouds and tried to relax. She focused on the smell of grass and nature, on the soft breeze caressing her skin, on the sound of nature and the lake.

For a little while, she was going to pretend that life was simple, no Halo, no demons, no exile; just her enjoying a quiet moment in the middle of nature with a friend.

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little-lee-froggie · 1 year

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Strap in besties, it the special post

Hello! Welcome to a very special post where I’m going to be posting all my old fics I never posted and the ones I never did and never will finish, and there’s A LOT. They’ll be organized by fandom in alphabetical order (though I’m pretty sure there’s only two since they’re the ones I write the most for), so if you only like one of the fandoms I write for, you can look for it! Anyway, this is going to be a big one, so strap in, and let’s get into it:

Here’s a little guide so you know what all I have. Everything is in order, so that should help you find everything-

Fandom #1: Dream smp

Stories-

1: c!Techno x lee!reader (platonic)

2: c!Ranboo x lee!reader (platonic)

3: c!Tubbo x lee!reader (platonic)-unfinished

4: c!Wilbur x lee!OC (siblings)-unfinished

Fandom #2: My Hero Academia

Stories-

1: Shoto x lee!OC (siblings)-unfinished

2: Shoto x lee!reader (platonic)

3: Dabi x lee!reader with extra character Shiggy (slightly less than platonic)-unfinished

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Scenarios-

1: Characters - OC, Kirishima, Fatgum, Tamaki (all platonic) /tickling mentioned/

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Headcanons-

1: Shoto ler headcanons

2: Tamaki ler headcanons

3: Bakugou ler headcanons

Fandom 3: Assassination Classroom

Stories-

1: Karma x lee!reader (platonic)-unfinished

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Ok, so here’s everything!! Let’s go:

Dream smp:

-I only write fics for the canon characters, none of this is IRL. This is all some of my first writings, so I’m sorry if it’s cringe at times, that’s just the way I wrote it, I’m sorry-——————————————————————story 1: c!Techno x lee!reader (platonic)

Techno looked at you, a bit confused. Confused and worried. You averted your gaze, and shyly continued to drink your tea. “Are you feeling ok?” Techno asked you. You nod, the only way you’ve really said anything to anyone today. Just shrugs of the shoulders, and nods or shakes of the head.

“Are you sure? You seem more quiet than usual, and that’s saying something” he said, teasing slightly, but seemed more concerned then anything else. You just shrugged, and went back to your own little world, still drinking the tea that Phil made for you.

The silence would be awkward to most people, but not you. You quite enjoy silence and listening to others, as it gives you time to observe, imagine and learn.

“Heeellllllooooooooooo? Are you ignoring me or something?” he asked, getting more worried about you, but hiding it not on purpose, but well behind his nonchalant personality. Normally you were quiet, but not like how you were being right now.

You were usually a shy but interested quiet, chiming in with sassy remarks or helpful advice every now and then, but still talking at least and always very present, not with words, but how in tentatively you listened. Right now was a completely different kind of shy.

You were uninvested and not talking at all, not even when Phil purposely said “BPS” instead of “BTS” to tease you, as you will always immediately correct his joking and laugh along with Phil about it, but this morning, you were completely zoned out, you didn’t even notice that he had said “So, has BPS dropped any new songs recently?” and it was beginning to remind them of when you first came to live with them, worrying that they had made you feel uncomfortable or unwelcome somehow, but Phil had to leave to watch Micheal for Ranboo and Tubbo, so it was just you and Techno.

‘If only he knew what I wanted… but there’s no way in hell I’m asking for it’ you thought to yourself (as if you can think in any other way 🙄). You started to think deeply about it, not noticing the blush appearing on your own face.

Techno however, did. He was confused about it at first, but he is smart and eventually put the pieces together. You still had no clue that he knew the truth…. that you had woken up in THAT mood… a way stronger one then most days.

A lee mood, the kind of mood where all you want is to be tickled mercilessly.

And the fact that this did not stay hidden from Techno for very long came as a surprise to… raze your hand if it surprised you. No one? That’s what I thought.

A small smirk began to play on the pigman’s face. Ever since a year and a half ago, when he and Phil had discovered how incredibly ticklish you were, they would constantly poke your side when you reached for something high up, or lightly squeeze your side when you were purposely trying to annoy them a little, so the knowledge that you were the most ticklish person on the fucking planet to got used against you quite often by both Techno and Phil.

Techno brought you into his lap for a back hug, putting your mug of tea down for you, and whispered into your ear “if you want to be tickled so badly that you’re thinking about it to much to talk, you could have just asked for it” he teased in a quiet tone, lightly tracing your inner ear (one of your more sensitive spots), earning a loud squeal from you, but you were stuck in his embrace.

“Now, if you want me to do that again, alllllll you have to do is ask me” he said, almost to happily (especially for Techno), as he lightly stroked up and down your arm, not enough for you to laugh, but enough to drive you crazy. “Pl-please do that again…” you said shyly, but Techno is one of the few people that you would trust with everything completely and hole heartedly on the dream smp, other than Phil.

“Now, was that so hard to just talk to me?” He teased, tickling your ear again, earning squeals and giggles from you, as his hand that was around you, holding you in place started to tease your waist in a way more ticklish way then you had ever experienced.

“Ahahah, Techehnho!!” You giggled out loudly, but with that sweet and sugary hint that your laugh always had to it when someone was tickling you, kicking out lightly from how much just that tickled. “Yesss Y/n, what is it~?” Techno said calmly. “Ihihihththt tihihiclehehes!!” you giggled out, melting into your best friend.

“No way, really?” he said sarcastically but in a way that sent shivers down your spine. “I know it does, that’s what you want, isn’t it??” he teased, being so effective that it tickled you with words, and he moved his hand from your waist to an insanely ticklish spot; the soft skin under your bellybutton.

Your giggles turned hysterical. He hadn’t even been tickling you for more then ten minutes, and you were already in hysterics and completely melted into your friend, making it way easier for him to tickle you.

“Ahahahhahah Tehhehchnhoho!!! Whahahhat are yuohoho doi- TECHNAAHAHAHAHA!!!!” You screamed as his hand moved from your lower stomach skin to one of your most ticklish and sensitive spots… the place where your ribs met your stomach… You started to kick out more, trying to squirm free, but you didn’t really want to be let go.

He stayed there for awhile, as it had gotten the biggest reaction out of you so far, whispering teases into your ear like “Why are you trying to escape me? You wanted this, ya know” and “jeez, stop screaming! Your lungs will pop!”.

The teases almost had more affect on you then the tickling itself! Almost… After about fifteen minutes of lightly tickling at the bottom of your

hyper-sensitive diaphragm (it felt like fifteen-million eons, but you weren’t complaining), he then said something that made your heart pound with adrenaline and excitement; “Come on, stop kicking your legs so I can get them to! I know they have some of your most sensitive spots~…” and with that, you quickly tried to stop your legs as best your could, but Techno had decided to tease you even more, not stopping the attack on the bottom of your diaphragm.

“TEHEHEHENOHOHOHOSTHOHOHOPPPPP!!!!!!!!” you yelled, laughing way more than before because of his teasing.

“Stop what?? YOU stop kicking you legs and I’ll get them to! It’s not that hard~” his teasing went on relentlessly, until about five minutes later, when he decided that you had had enough teasing for that spot, and stopped for a few seconds so you could stop kicking your legs, and he immediately grabbed them, earning a happy and anticipation filled squeal from you.

“Ok Y/N, I want you to squeal and or giggle louder the more it tickles, but any laughing, and I slow down to the same speed I was teasing your arm earlier, ok~?” he said in such a cheery sounding way that it was hard to believe that it was Techno saying it, but the message behind it was an obvious playful yet threatening challenge.

He started with under your calves, getting small squeaks and a few quiet giggles, but he wasn’t satisfied. Then he moved his hand to your under-knee, getting louder giggles then before and a bit of squirming around, but still not enough to to satisfy either one of you.

But then he hit the jackpot… he moved his torturous yet much needed hands from your under-knee to your under-thighs, earning a scream filled laugh from you; “AHAHAHAHAHTEHEHECHNHOHOHOOOOOO!!!!” You couldn’t help the laughing and screaming, despite knowing what will happen if you couldn’t.

“Five…” Techno slowed his attack slightly. “Four…” more and more slowly as he counted down. “Three…” he was almost at that unbearable speed that was so tortures and evil. “Twooooo…” he dragged out the word to add to the anticipation, resulting in anxious yet excited giggles from you. “ONE!!!” he yelled, speeding up again to even faster and 100x more ticklish then before, earning way louder screams of absolute euphoria then he had ever gotten from you, and the louder you screamed, the faster he went, and the faster he went, the louder you screamed.

You had never wanted something to both stop and never end so much before in your entire 13 years of life on this planet, not even moving anymore, just absolutely and completely melted into a puddle of complete and utter euphoria. Never before in your life have you been so happy and been screaming so loud, but it was such a nice feeling, and you just wanted to stay in that beautiful moment forever and just have time stay completely still.

It had nearly been an hour since Techno started to tickle you, maybe even more. You both had completely lost track of time when Phil walked in, indicating that it had been over an hour. Techno stopped when he heard Phil enter the house, both to your relief and disappointment.

“Well, you two definitely had fun I see!” He said as if Techno wasn’t just murdering you with the most ticklish tickles you had ever received, but you just smiled, your red face getting slightly redder from a small blush on your face due to Phil’s comment.

“Oh yeah, I’ve never heard them laugh so much in the three years I’ve known them! Whatever it was they were doing musta’ been really funny!” Techno teased you with a small poke at your side.

Needless to say, the next time you were in even a small lee mood, you were going to talk way less then normal

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Story 2: c!Ranboo x lee!reader (platonic)

It was a seemingly normal day, until Phil and Techno had thought it would be a good idea for you to go see Ranboo. You agreed, as you quite enjoy spending time with him, and Tubbo as well, but Tubbo was out with Micheal, so you were just going to be seeing Ranboo.

The interesting thing about you and Ranboo is that if someone didn’t know you two, based off how you guys act around each other they might assume that you are siblings. You and Ranboo definitely act like siblings sometimes and are both hybrids that are half and half split down the middle, so it’s a fair assumption. Incorrect, but fair.

Another thing that made you guys seem like siblings is the fact that you both are constantly giving each other sass and would always have a witty comeback to what the other said (entirely in a friendly joke-fight way). Normally, this would either end in one of you not having a comeback and the other wins, or you would both forget how this started and just move on to something else. But today was different.

You had zero clue that Phil, that evil bird man, had told the enderman hybrid about your weakness.

Phil had seen most of your joke-fights, and decided that he was going to give Ranboo the upper-hand for the next one, so you, completely clueless, said something so sassy to Ranboo that he got really pretend shocked and said in both a very “shocked” voice yet also one with a hint mischief and a teasing in the back of it; “Now why would you ever say that?!”, he said, which surprised you, as he normally had something more to say about it, but you decided to ignore his out-of-character but clearly teasing and somehow slightly threatening yet playful response, and replied with “And what are you going to do about it? I said what I said, and that’s that!”, but instead of the expected response of “You really think that’s it?”, or “And why would THAT be, huh?”, you instead received a smirk and an “Is that so~?”, that sent a shiver down your spine.

You got up and backed away, but he got up as well, following you, and walked really close to you and said “If that was that, then why am I going to do this~?”.

His voice was not even TRYING to hide the mischief in what Ranboo was doing anymore, as the Oreo boy lightly as to not hurt you, but hard enough to make you squeak and start to sprint away, poked you. Not more then once. Not with a lot of energy.

But he still poked you to the point of running (ShE’s A rUnNeR, sHe’S a TrAcK sTaR✨(sorry)) and he chased you till he caught you, which surprisingly took awhile, as he had *vwooped* to right in front of you and tried to grab you, but you do battle training with Phil and Techno, so you managed to dodge.

This went on for about fifteen minutes until Ranboo had you cornered with no blind spots where you could potentially run through, and with that, he grabbed you. “Ahahah nhohoh fahahahihihr!!!!” You giggled in anticipation as the 7ft hybrid boy carried you back to the couch you were on before when you had made the original remark that started this all.

“Puhuhuhut mehehe dohohown!! Rahahnbohohoho!! Ahahah!!!” “Put you down? As you wish~” he said as he put you on the couch and sat on your arms, pining them above your head. “Now, Where should I get first, hmm? There’s so many good spots… Do you have a preference~?” “Nohohohohoh!!” “No preferences? Ok then! Hmm… how abouuuut… HERE!!”, he said as he scribbled on your ribs.

“AHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!!!” You screamed as he went on attacking your ribs. “Not there? Ok, how about… here~??”, he said, now one hand on your stomach and the other one on your arm, teasing you. “RAHAHAHANBOHOHO DOHOHOHON’T!!!! AHAHAHAHA!!!!” “Not there either, huh? Okay, what about… hmmmm, so hard to choose… ooh, what about heeeere~?????” He said way more tease-y than before, putting his hands under your bellybutton to tease your soft, sensitive skin.

“RAHAHAHANBOHOHO NOHO DOHOHOHON’T!!!! STAHAHAHAHAP!!!!”, you screamed in laughter, but let’s be honest… you didn’t want it to stop. “Don’t stop? FINALLY a good review, geez~” he said even more teasing then last time he spoke, almost tickling you with his words.

It was different from when Phil, Techno, or XD were to tickle you. To be fair, they all had different ways to tickle you, though.

Phil mostly tickled you when you needed cheering up and was always very gentle and payed attention to subtle things that might have hinted that it was tickling to much or you were reaching your braking point, but let’s be honest, neither pretty much ever happened.

When Techno tickled you, it was either cause he could tell you wanted it, you were annoying him in a playful way, or if you were sad and or panicking and needed a little light cheering up. He is normally slightly more ruff than Phil, plus, Techno is also a big believer in waking you up with tickles, and he says it’s funny to see you both fight sleep and his hands at the same time.

When XD is tickling you, they are definitely the one who believes in teasing you the most, and would find any excuse to tickle you on one of your outside excavations, especially if you fell, because then they could insist to heal you just to see you try not to give a reaction, but end up melting in their touch.

Ranboo, just like everyone else, had his own style of how to tickle you; “Awwww, does it tickle a little~? Look at you just melting into me! Phil was right, you really are tickle-tickle-ticklish! Awh, I hope you know that Tubbo’s going to find out about your little weakness as well~!”, he said to you.

His way of tickling was similar to XD, but with hints of Techno in it. The teasing was VERY similar to XD, but the way he stayed at pretty much the same pace and moved around based off of your reactions was a lot like Techno.

“FUHUHUCK YOHOHOUAHAHAHA!!!”, you screamed, knowing this would probably make your situation better worse for yourself and you were prepared for the consequences of your actions. You were more then prepared.

You WANTED it. He paused for a moment in fake shock and he gasped dramatically. “How dare you?! You’re going to regret that~!” He teased as he moved his hands from your lower stomach to the the place where your back met your side and changed from friendly scribbles to ruff tickles.

You let out a loud scream and fell into hysterical laughter, not even able to form proper words; “RAHAHAHAHAHAHBAHAHAH!!!!!!!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!” “I’m sorry, but I don’t know a ‘Rahbah’, but whatever their doing, it can’t be that bad~”, he said as he sped up the tickles, making it so you couldn’t even talk anymore, and you were to tired to move as well, from both the running and the tickling, so you just had to sit there and take it.

Eventually he stopped, and you quickly pulled your hands down, still giggling from the tingling that you always got after you had been tickled for long periods of time. About an hour or so passed after that, Ranboo still would poke you or lightly squeeze your sides just to get you a bit flustered.

When Phil eventually came to pick you up, you said your goodbyes and started to walk home. “So, what did you do? Did you have fun~?”, he said in his teasing voice that he used every so often. “I’m going to kill you” you said jokingly and with a small laugh in your voice. “Oh? And why would you do that?”, he said, giving you a small poke.

After you squeaked, you just rolled your eyes playfully and said “I think you know exactly why”. Phil laughed a little, then said “You want to fly the rest of the way home?”, as he smiled at you. You nodded, and he let you hop onto his back, and took off into the air.

Needless to say, next time you went to Ranboo’s house, you would be just as sassy to him as you were today

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Story 3: c!Tubbo x lee!reader (platonic)- unfinished

You knew for a fact that the next time you were to go to the overgrown Oreo and Bee boy’s house you would be endlessly teased.

Last time you visited, Phil had told Ranboo about your sensitivity, and Ranboo promised that he would tell Tubbo, and he never lies to you… and to your luck dismay, you were going there today because Phil, Techno and Ranboo had a syndicate meeting, so you had to prepare yourself mentally to see Tubbo, because you knew that the moment you stepped foot in the house, there was no turning back and your fate was sealed….

You had been with Tubbo for about ten minutes, and you quickly went to one of the many guest rooms, hardly saying hi to him to do your best to keep the teasing to a minimum. You had brought your favourite sketchbook with you so you could preoccupy yourself until Tubbo inevitably found where you had run off to.

Well that time came sooner then you had expected, and he walked in about two minutes latter. “There you are! I was wondering where you went to~…” he said, already teasing you somehow. “Mmm…” you replied, forgetting why you were where you were, completely lost in your drawing.

“Whachya’ drawing??” He asked, knowing this would get your attention, because you had a rule that no one is allowed to see this sketchbook until it’s completely filled out besides you. You quickly closed your book when that sentence was accompanied by a poke on your side, getting a squeak out of you, and you curled up into a ball, giggling slightly and quietly.

You put your book down and sprinted away, Tubbo close behind you. It wasn’t to late, but you knew from babysitting Micheal that he would be asleep right now, so you didn’t worry about him finding out, but you didn’t want to wake him up, so you made sure to run far away from his room.

You were thankful that it was such a huge house, but because of it, you knew for a fact that Tubbo would catch you, because, even though he may be slightly slower than you, even with the extra adrenaline, he had more stamina, so at this point you were just delaying the inevitable.

You knew that, but you didn’t care, all you cared about is not waking up Micheal. After about five minutes of being chased all around the giant house, you had eventually been caught by the bee lover, and you knew there was no getting out of that now.

You were stuck.

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Story 4: c!Wilbur x lee!OC (siblings)-unfinished

Wilbur and Fawn were home alone together, just kind of chilling, Wilbur was playing the guitar and Fawn was singing along.

Phil had taken Tommy to go see Tubbo and Techno had told Niki he’d help her with her garden, specifically with the potatoes she was trying to grow, so Fawn and Wilbur had decided that they were just going to do whatever, hence them playing music together.

“Can you teach me how to play the guitar one day Will?”, Fawn asked their big brother after they finished up the song they were playing. “Yeah, sure! I might be a bit busy for the next little while, finishing up a new song, but definitely soon!”, he said, knowing when they make that kind of proposal, they normally mean some time in the near future. “Thanks Will!”, they said, with a small giggle in their voice. That small giggle made Wilbur get an idea.

“Hey… if you want I can teach you right now Fawny~” said Wilbur teasingly, putting his guitar down. “Really? That’d be awes- wait a minute, ‘Fawny’? Why’d you use that name? Wilbur, please don’t tell me you’re planning what I think you’re planning.”, they said almost sternly, looking up at their brother, but seeing the smirk on his face made Fawn’s fight or fight reflex activate, but Wilbur could tell and grabbed their wrist so they couldn’t run.

“Planning what Fawny? To be an awesome big brother and help you learn a new instrument~?”, said Will, his smirk growing at the anticipation in Fawn’s eyes.

Fawn somehow managed to get their wrist free before their brother could attack, quickly running away. “That’s not going to help you much Fawny~! You’re just delaying the inevitable now!!!”, he called after them, getting up, but purposely giving them a few seconds head start to add to the anticipation.

He chased them all around the house, but eventually took a shortcut to where Fawn was running to, and they ran into him, allowing Wilbur to catch them in his arms Catholic Church intro (<—— add link) style, and carry them to the living room.

After pinning them down on the couch, Wilbur took his usual position, sitting on their arms to get a good shot at everything while having his hands (and wings) completely free to roam wherever they please.

“Wihilbuhur dohon’t!!!”, Fawn managed to giggle out while their brother lifted their hoodie to the bottom of their binder, and just smirked at them, lightly brushing his fingers along their neck to show that this was happening no matter how much Fawn argued, because Wilbur knew they didn’t mean it.

It’s hard to explain, but as the oldest of all the siblings, he developed this sixth sense to be able to tell when his siblings actually don’t want to be tickled or it’s their biological response, and right now, it was both a mix of biological response and also Fawn not wanting to admit that they actually really enjoyed it and wanted to be tickled really badly. (I don’t play the guitar, so if the notes are ones that are just strings/aren’t a note you can play on the guitar, please don’t bash me ㅠ ω ㅠ)

Now’s when Wilbur took his plan into action, saying “Ok, so, this is A#…” he said, pretending that the space between Fawn’s ribs were the frets, and did the hand placement for the note, “strumming” on their torso, making them squeak and giggle, kicking out slightly from the feeling. “Ah, what beautiful music that comes from this guitar!”, Wilbur teased, “strumming” even faster, making Fawn’s voice raze an octave.

“Wihihihihilbuhuhuhuhr!!!! *squeak* ahahah, nohohohoho!!!!!!!”, they giggled from the attack, as Wilbur kept pretending that he was teaching them guitar. “Oh no Fawn, I think this guitar needs to be tuned, it’s all squeaky and changing tune like it has a mind of its own!”, he teased them, as they started to giggle louder, not wanting it to stop, but they would never admit that.

“Okay Fawny, now I normally wouldn’t do this, but is looks like the sound hole has a lot of dust in it, so I have to clean that out!”, he teased as he inhaled deeply, blowing a huge raspberry on their belly button, making pour little Fawn scream, tears pricking at their eyes. “Okay Fawn, now I’m going to play a song so you get the basic idea of how fast you would have to go to actually play a song~” Wilbur continued with his teasing

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Fandom #2: My Hero Academia

-I have an OC in Mha with the same name as me that I named before that was my name, so if you’re confused about why we have the same name, that’s why-

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Story 1: Shoto x lee!OC (siblings)-unfinished

Kai and Shoto had been friends since they were about 4 and 6, so they go back a long time, and within that time, you learn a lot about a person!

For example, mister icy hot learned about a special way to help his shy quiet friend when they’re sad or just need some loosening up. When this happens, Shoto will give a small light poke somewhere on Kai’s side. This was, for them, a way for the older to help the younger with any bad emotions and see them smile for a moment.

Neither of them ever worried about other people seeing, because they just thought of it like cheering someone up, however, it did happen a lot less in class. Even though it happened less, some of the people that were close to them picked up on this habitat.

It of course wasn’t everyone in the class, however everyone noticed it, but it was a few people.

There was only one problem with the fact that a lot of the class knew, and that was that it was harder to get good battle training because if they made themself known, in close quarters it was very likely that the person would use it against them depending on who it was.

In fact, this happened so often that Aizawa had to literally state the rule in front of the class and write it on the board in sharpie so it wouldn’t get erased: NO TICKLING KAI DURING TRAINING.

Todoroki didn’t really ever tease them about it and found their reaction to it sweet, but he only ever actually tickled them when they asked him to, or when it was a day that Kai clearly just needed to laugh.

Anyway like I said, a few other people had picked up on the habit, and these people were as follows (from most to least likely): Denki, Kirishima, Deku, Sero and even Baukougou had done it once, but that was really just to make fun of them.

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Story 2: Shoto x lee!reader (platonic)

You had a really shity day and were just ready to go back to the dorms and collapse on your bed.

You finally got into your room after hours of being yelled at by Aizowia for falling asleep in his class 7 times today while Baukugou mocked you, Iida gave you a lecture, Deku tried to make you feel better by telling you about all the times he fell asleep in class, Ochoco joined Deku in the story telling, and most of all, your childhood friend, Todoroki, was trying to comfort you.

None of your friends efforts were working, though (not that Baukugou was even trying to), and you just wanted the day to be over. After that, you immediately went back to your dorm room and covered your face with your pillows and just lay like that for about twenty minutes, until you felt your bed dip beside you.

“Hey, are you okay? I would’ve come here immediately, but I thought you might want some time alone to calm down first, but I figured it’s been long enough.”, said the voice of your best friend, Todoroki, resting a hand on your stomach, which was enough to make you blush and get butterflies in your stomach, which made you thankful that you had pillows over your face.

“Y-yeah, I’m okay, I-I’m just a b-bit tired, that’s all!”, you said in an attempt to not sound so flustered, but your stutter made it incredibly obvious. “Are you… flustered?”, he asks, kinda teasing kinda curious.

“I-I.. Y-no? N-yes?? I-I don’t k-know what you m-mean!”, you stuttered. That’s when Todoroki noticed his hand placement. “Ooooooohhhhh” he said, now understanding.

He slowly and carefully started to trace shapes over your stomach as you started to giggle and try to push his hand away, not successfully might I add. “Nohohohoho!!!! Whihihihy??? Ahahah!!!!!!!”, you protested, not actually wanting him to stop.

He then moved from tracing shapes to lightly fluttering his fingers under your shirt and over you stomach with his cold hand (oof), while using his hot hand to warm you up a bit by making it hotter and lightly brushing it over your arms, neck, ribs, sides, face and torso.

Your laughter and giggles would ring out for awhile after that

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Story 3: Dabi x lee!reader with extra character Shiggy (slightly less than platonic)-unfinished

Sleep.

It’s almost as if Kai’s body didn’t know how how to do that.

Don’t get me wrong, they slept, but only for about 8 hours every month, the amount of sleep someone should be getting every day. Weirdly enough, this didn’t effect them to much, only falling asleep in class when they got way less sleep, like half an hour that month, which didn’t happen to often, so it wasn’t really a worry to their teachers.

Growing up in the Todoroki household had brought some dark times to their life at a young age. No one knew who their dad was, and their mom was a close friend of Rei Todoroki, their godmother. One day, a villain attacked the Ai home, and Kai’s mom, Ai Ayako, got killed trying to protect Kai, so they moved in with the Todoroki family, and seeing what Endever was doing to their godmother and Shoto Todoroki, pretty much the only person they can be themself around made them have terrible nightmares and hate going to sleep, resulting in the terrible sleep schedule they have now.

Since for some reason, it didn’t effect their performance in class, and because their quirk, five senses, allowed them to become almost undetectable, even though they can only use sight and sound right now, they were granted special permission from the school board to just kinda wonder around town as long as they have their quirk activated, and if they start to feel like they have used it for to long, come back to the dorms immediately.

And that’s what they were doing! Just kinda chilling, unable to be seen or heard, just the way they liked it, just sitting by their favourite abandoned house (yes, they have a favourite abandoned house), listening to music generated by their quirk.

All of the sudden, they felt a hand on their shoulder, scarring them to all shit, making them jump and squeak. They were very confused, as they were used to people bumping into them, then being confused at what they hit, but never anyone knowing where they were unless they were someone that they were not using their quirk on, which was pretty much impossible, because the only people they weren’t using it on at the moment was everyone at UA (except for Mineta, because they (along with me and pretty much anyone who watches MHA should) DESPISE Mineta), and they would probably all be asleep because of curfew, and people in the Todoroki family, so that if they ran into their family, they could say hi, but that was it. No one else should be able to-

“Hey, look who it is. The little disappearing kid from UA. What are you doing out?”, said a raspy voice, interpreting Kai’s thoughts. They looked up, and saw two people looking down at them. Well, more like one looking at them, and one looking at the one looking at them.

“Who the hell are you taking to Dabi? Have you gone more bat-shit crazy then you already were?”, said the one looking at the one looking at- or, sorry, the one looking at Dabi. “Oh, are they using their quirk on you? Hmm… well, show yourself to Shiggy, he doesn’t bite…” said Dabi, a shit-eating smirk on his face from the look on Kai’s.

‘Tomora Shigaraki and Dabi are here? Why? Why can Dabi see me? Why are they here of all places? Why is Dabi looking at me like that?

Why-‘ their thoughts got cut off again when they started to feel the fatigue that came with their quirk wearing off. They knew they had no choice but to show themself, otherwise, they would faint, and it was better to be conscious with two people as dangerous as the ones in front of them now, then be unconscious with them. So, they turned their quirk off, wobbling from the faint feeling they got, just avoiding going unconscious.

“Well well well, you’re not completely crazy after all Dabi!”, said Shigaraki in his very smooth and slightly soft yet bloodthirsty and unhinged voice. They don’t quite remember what happened next (definitely not because I couldn’t think of how, ahahha 😬) but Kai ended up in a secret bar in the house, sitting tied to a chair, but wasn’t really fazed anymore since they are a very nonchalant person and got over the shock fast.

“Why are you here? How did you find us?”, Dabi questioned Kai as they examined the room around them, just kinda humming in response. “Not talking, hmm? Hey, by the way, are you aware that during your fight with Todoroki in the sports festival, you only made what was happening unseeable to the people in the crowd? We heard about it, how the arena filled with smoke, but when I watched it live, I didn’t see any kind of smoke! Instead, I saw what really happened. Do you know what I’m referring to?”, Shigaraki asked, getting Kai to slightly blush from embarrassment. ‘Shit, I forgot that I can’t make things appear on cameras cuz they don’t have senses! Damn it, now the whole world knows…” they thought.

If you’re wondering what happened, I’ll tell you. At the sports festival, Kai and their best friend, and legal brother, Shoto, were up against each other. The two had promised not to hold back on each other despite being as close as they were, however, mid-battle, Todoroki had asked Kai to make them both silent and invisible, just so he could talk to them, and so they did. When they were completely unseeable (or so they thought), Todoroki gave them the look that he always gave them before he tickled them, but since they were so close together and had limited space to move, Kai couldn’t run away like they normally would, and ended up getting wrecked on live TV. When they asked Todoroki about it after the fight (that he won), he simply said he was worried that he was going to go to harsh on them and felt they needed a break from the match to just have fun for a moment.

“W-what are you t-talking about?”, Kai said, trying to sound unfazed, but the blush on their face and their stutter gave it away.

That stupid shit-eating grin was back on Dabi’s face, but this time, he started walking towards Kai slowly. “Oh yeah, you’re right Siggy, something did happen~”, said Dabi, Making them even more worried then before. ‘No, their VILLAINS. There’s no way they’d TICKLE me… right?’

It only took Kai a minute to realize that hypothesis was wrong when Mr. Shit-grin finally reached them, taking long enough for Kai to start giggling nervously. “Aww, look at that, all scared and nervous, just waiting for me to attack… I feel bad for you kid, I really do, but we need to make sure you won’t ever come back here unless we decide you should” said Dabi, putting his hands on their knees, using them as support while he leaned in close to their face.

“You’re. At. OUR. Mercy. Now.”

He squeezed their knees, getting the same squeak out of them that he did when he scared them at the front of the house.

To say Dabi was amused by this would be an understatement. He always felt relatively indifferent about Kai, as they just had that kind of feel to them that if they saw him on the street, instead of rating him out for being there, as long as he wasn’t hurting someone, they wouldn’t do anything about it and just go about their day. Basically, he knew Kai probably wouldn’t say anything to UA or any pro hero’s, and at this point, he was just messing with them.

“Why’d you squeak, huh? We don’t scare you, do we? Hmmm~?”, he said, looking at Kai with the most smug smirk know to man while he continued to squeeze their knees, making them giggle and squeak. “Nohohohoho stohohohop *squeak* ihihit! Ahaha!!”, Kai said, now with a smile on their face as the tickling continued. “Why stop? Does it tickle? Ooh, it does tickle, doesn’t it~… Wow, who knew you were so ticklish! Tickle tickle tickle~…”, the villain continued, in a very teasing manner. “Hey Shiggy, why don’t you join me? The more people, the more they’ll scream!”, said Dabi, and if Kai heard that in any other situation, they would have been terrified, but in this situation, it just caused them more anxiety, worry, and weirdly, considering the fact that if Shigaraki touched them with all five fingers, they would start to crumble and dissolve; excitement. “No, I’d rather sit back and enjoy their screams without getting my hands dirty” Shiggy said plainly. “Suit yourself” Dabi shrugged. Kai hadn’t expected Dabi to be so tease-y with them, or at least not appear to be enjoying it, but he looked as if this was the first time in a million years he had eaten.

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Scenario 1: Characters - OC, Kirishima, Fatgum, Tamaki (all platonic) /tickling mentioned/

Kai was with Kirishima, Fatgum and Tamaki for work studies, but they only really spoke to Kiri because the two were good friends, and Kai was intimidated by anyone they didn’t know well, aka Fatgum and Tamaki. Kirishima was also one of the few people who knew about how physically sensitive Kai was, teasing them about it constantly. Which leads me to the situation they were in now; Kai had just watched Fat absorb a few things into his stomach, a lot of them moving. “How do you do that?”, they asked quietly, but genuinely curious as well. “What do ya’ mean? It’s my quirk” Fatgum says in his usual jolly way. “O-oh, I know that, i-it’s just that even if I had your quirk, I-I could never do that, b-because…” they said, rambling on and on in their shy way, wishing they had never said anything. “I know why!”, Kiri chimes in, clearly amused by this situation. “It’s because they’re-“ he said, but Kai activated their quirk just in time to make him silent. Kiri was about to out them. “W-why did you silence him?”, Tamaki asked very quietly per his also shy personality. “O-oh, I j-just, umm, I-“ they said, trying to come up with something that wouldn’t be lying but also not letting them know about their secret. “I-it’s just that I’d be scared of the impact, even if I knew it wouldn’t hurt…” Kai said. The truth, but not what they meant when they asked how Fatgum did it. “Oh” replied Tamaki, not really getting an answer to his question, but not wanting to annoy them, so he stopped talking. That was the first time anything had come that close to revealing Kai’s secret. The second time was a bit past the point where Kai and Tamaki had started to become good friends, neither of them being any louder, though. Tamaki had accidentally bumped his elbow into their side, and heard a squeak come from them. He started to frantically apologize and ask if he had hurt them, to which Kai replied with the same frantic apologizing for scaring him and being in his way, as they explained that they were fine, just a bit surprised. After about two minutes of apologizing and stuttering, the two finally calmed down and went back to normal conversation. All of the sudden, Kirishima popped out of seemingly nowhere and pretty much shouted; “Hey Tamaki, wanna know why they squeaked like that?!”. Kai immediately started to blush, and (for one of the few times in their life) shouted “EIJIRO KIRISHIMA, I WILL END YOU!!!”, as the two of you started to playfully chase each other, both laughing a little at the others antics. “That was strange… I don’t think I’ve ever seen Kai yell, not even at a villain…” Tamaki muttered softly as he looked as if he was trying to figure out something. Strangely enough, neither Fatgum nor Tamaki figured out what all the commotion was about whenever something like this happened until Kiri actually told Tamaki when he knew Kai wouldn’t be around to silence him, and after that, Kirishima started to tease them a lot more, and would sometimes even poke Kai a little and pretend it was an accident just to tickle and tease them a bit more around Fat and Tamaki, never failing to make Kai flustered as fuck :)

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Headcanon set 1: Shoto Todoroki ler HCs

Not a tease-y ler because he doesn’t see the point in teasing. He says it might make someone fell bad about it, and the point of him tickling someone is to make them feel better and let them laugh

He’s not ticklish, or at least we don’t think he is. No one really knows, and people are to scared to find out, because, while he is an incredibly kind person, get in his bad side, and he’s terrifying

He has a tendency to say things that sound like teases, but really aren’t, and he genuinely means them as complements, like “your laughter sounds so happy and nice!”, or “your smile’s so cute! You seem so happy, I’m glad!”.

Not very into revenge tickles, cause if he cares about you enough to tickle you, you shouldn’t warrant revenge in his eyes, plus, since he’s never been tickled himself, he doesn’t know what it feels like, and since it makes people smile and laugh, he assumes that it makes people happy, and for some it does

He makes his left side colder to get a better reaction from you, in turn making you scream

He won’t laugh with you, but he will smile a lot more than usual, as he finds your reactions cute

Cuddles after is a must, and might ghost his hands over your stomach to get you giggling all over again

You have a code word for stop, just cuz it’s a reflex to say stop, and he knows it

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Headcanon set 2: Tamaki Amajiki ler HCs

Shy boy doesn’t know what to do at first

I can imagine him liking being the lee more, so it starts off kinda timid and shy (then again, he’s always timid and shy)

However, he loves to see you smile, laugh and just being happy, so he soon finds that he actually really enjoys this as well, however, he worries about possibly hurting you

Softest ler ever

Constantly asks you if your still doing okay or if this is fine, just making sure that you’re still having fun

He starts to do it more often, and every time he does it, he gets a little less scared of hurting you, as he now knows what to do and what you like

He will always be shy of course, but he warms up more the more he tickles you

Has never tickled you to silent laughter because he stays pretty light with the tickles, barely getting above giggles for you, however, this means he goes for longer once he’s gotten used to tickling you because he doesn’t have to worry about it as much

Won’t really tease, but he does laugh along with you and call you cute, which you consider teasing and he considers complements

He gets so used to tickling you that he can’t go a day with out at least poking you once. He never does it around people though, he would get to embarrassed

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Headcanon set 3: Bakugou Katsuki ler HCs

RUTHLESS

He’s already so ruff with you, and that either amplifies or decreases when he tickles you, depending on wether it’s for revenge or cheering you up

Contrary to popular belief (or not, IDK), this boy is very soft when he wants to be

You tend to enjoy pissing him off for fun, kinda like a sport, but this little habit ends up with you getting tickled to silent laughter very often

He teases relentlessly, weather it’s to cheer you up or not

Likes to state how much power he has over you, and how amazing he is. Like, he thinks he’s accomplishing something great by tickling you

You would never admit it, but half the time when you annoy him, it’s just to get him to tickle you, and the other half, it’s definitely a subconscious reason

He is fucking evil, and he finds it hilarious to randomly attack you after you got closer to each other

He says it’s cause he likes watching you just crumble into his arms, completely at his mercy

Mans is a TERRIFYING ler, holy fucking shit

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Fandom 3: Assassination Classroom

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Story 1: Karana x lee!reader (platonic)-unfinished

You and Karma had been friends since forever, and the two of you got along surprisingly well. There was always one thing that bothered him about you, though.

He could read everyone else, he could find their weaknesses, but with you… even after so many years of being your friend, he still couldn’t read you, still couldn’t find any weaknesses of yours.

Which is why he was so pleased with the events that transpired today before school…

You and him live in the same area, in fact, you guys live next to each other, so you’ve always known each other. Because you two lived so close to each other, you often walked to school together, then went to sit on the stairs.

And that’s exactly where the two of you were now, on the stairs, him sitting up-right and playing with his anti-Koro sensei knife, and you, laying down on his lap with your face to the sky.

He surprisingly doesn’t mind you laying on him, and he’s pretty used to it, however you always end up having conversations like; “why do you insist on always sitting like that?” “Cuz it’s comfortable, Karmy~” “And why do you always call me ‘Karmy’?” “Cuz you hate it.” “I don’t HATE it, just slightly annoying.” “Yeah yeah, sure. Either way, it’s what I’m going to call you”

You were in the midst of such a conversation when you were teasing him- probably the only person who can get away with that (for the most part)- and he said “Sureee, you’re soooo much better than me at that. I’ll let you believe that…” and poked your stomach once in retaliation.

He expected you to say “Hey!”, and go into a tangent about why you are better then him at whatever you were arguing about, but instead you… squeaked? Not only did you squeak, you also kinda crumpled in on yourself and giggled slightly.

His eyes widened with mischief, his face morphing into an evil smirk. Oh no… he had figured out your weakness. The one that you had managed to hide from him for 12 years, but now, he had discovered it, and holy shit was he going to have some fun with this

“Hey [NAME]… are you by any chance… ticklish~?”

‘Shit’. You knew you couldn’t lie to him, he already knew the answer and lying would only make your situation worse, but at the same time, if you said yes, he would tease you about how compliment you were and how you must enjoy this, which wouldn’t exactly be wrong, but you knew he wouldn’t stop until your face was as red as his hair, so you chose your last resort option. You knew you could pull it off cuz you were good at hiding how flustered you were, otherwise how else could you have hidden your weakness from him for so long.

“What’s that?”, you asked adding in a furrowed brow and a cock of the head for good measure.

He was clearly slightly caught off guard by that, his smirk turning to confusion. You did your best not to laugh at his face, but you hadn’t ever seen such a look on his face in all the years you had known him, and when you let out a small laugh, he was snapped out of his confusion.

“And what are you laughing at?”, he said, playfully glaring at you. “Yohour fahahace” you giggled, covering your mouth slightly with your hand. His smirk resumed on his face, evilness filling the air. “Oh, I’ll give you something to laugh about-“ he said, and dug his fingers into your ribs. You screamed in surprise, then small giggles started pouring out of your mouth.

“Stohohohop!!!! Thahahat tihihicklehehes!!!!”, you said, trying to pry his hands off your extremely sensitive sides.

“Wow, you’re so percepti- wait a minute… if you don’t know what being ticklish is, how do you know what being tickled feels like? Holy shit, you little lier! You knew what it was didn’t you?! Oh, you just made your situation 100x worse for yourself~” he said, moving from digging to harsh squeezes, but not to harsh, he didn’t want you to get hurt.

“AHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT!!!!!!”, you screamed, trying desperately to escape, but your favourite sitting position turned into a weapon for Karma, as he had you trapped in his lap.

He continued with the squeezing with one hand, and poked your ribs with the other. You let out a loud squeak as you tried to pry his hands off you as he continued to tease you, making you blush.

“Wow, you’re SUPER ticklish, now aren’t you~? We’ve known each other for how long, and you kept this hidden from me? Well, now I’m going to have to make up for lost time… wow, this is surprisingly cute~. Why didn’t you tell me you were this cute while being tickled~???”, he teased you, making you blush.

Just then, Koro sensei appeared in front of the two of you, startling you and not fazing Karma. “While I’m glad you two are having fun together, class is about to start, and I’d hate for you to be late” he said, and Karma let go of you as you tried to recover.

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The rest of the day wasn’t any different from the morning, and with you sitting beside Karma, you were easy for him to get. He poked your side at random intervals through out class, making you squeak and the entire class turned to look at you. You just covered your blushing face while Karma just smirked at you.

However, gym class was even better worse.

Mr. Karosuma had made the two of you sparing partners, and Karma went behind you many times and held you to tickle you, and while normally you could have fended him off, you were on edge and tired, not to mention the fact that you crumpled in on yourself every time which made fighting impossible, your reactions only giving Karma more incentive to keep tickling you.

This went on all day, and none of the teachers did much to stop it, cuz it was relatively good assassination training for the both of you- you to try to escape, and Karma to not let you escape. Not to mention that Koro sensei honestly found your bond cute.

On your walk home together, he actively forced you onto his back, carrying you piggyback style and lightly tickled your inner knees and thighs the entire way back as you had no choice but to hold onto him tight, unless you wanted to fall that is. Not to mention his evil teasing. For the first time in his life he was calling someone cute as a way to tease them in a close friends kinda way instead of to berate them.

He did the same thing on your walk to school the next day. He stayed true to his word of making up for lost time, as ever single chance he got, he would tickle you. This made you jumpy all the time, and he found it fucking hilarious. You didn’t really mind it all to much though. You always sort of enjoyed being tickled, in fact, there used some days where you’d wish that Karma knew, and now that he did… well, you definitely didn’t mind it.

Everything had become sort of a routine, and the both of you had gotten so used to it that when to two of you started walking everyday, you subconsciously got on his back, when you laid across his lap, you would put you hands behind your head, during training, if he got behind you would fall into him, but very subtly (one time, he purposely didn’t catch you and you fell. He found it so funny, then he sat on your hips and ticked you. That was the one time the teacher properly stepped in), and you never had your arm covering the side facing him during class.

After almost two months of this, he suddenly stopped. It came out of the blue, just happened one day. To be honest, it made you feel a bit sad. All through out the day, not even a single poke. If only you knew what was in store… See, he was purposely not tickling you so he could catch you off guard. After a week of this, he invited you over for a sleepover. The two of you had only ever had one sleepover before, and it was mostly to plan on how to kill your teacher, so you were a bit sceptical, but agreed nonetheless. He was your best friend after all.

When you got to his house, everything seemed a bit off. His parents were out of town for a few days, and it was a weekend, so you didn’t have a set time to wake up. Instead of sleeping in a bedroom, he had things set up in the living room so the two of you could watch t.v and turn it off when you were tired enough to sleep and not have to walk to his room.

He had a movie picked out to watch- Coraline- and snacks. He was being to nice, to upbeat. Something had to be up.

The two of you sat down on the floor, a big pile of blankets and pillows on the ground. You two sat in your normal position, you flopped on his lap, but you noticed he placed his hands on your stomach, making you feel butterflies, every time he hands shifted slightly, you jumped a little, making him smirk. Everything was going according to plan.

Then it happened. The tickle scene in the movie finally came, the entire reason he chose it in the first place.

At that point, you couldn’t take it anymore, and blurted out “CAN YOU JUST-“, but you stopped at the word ‘tickle’. You couldn’t say it. It was to flustering for you, you just couldn’t.

“Can I just what~?”, he asked as you got all fidgety. He reviled in the blush appearing on your face. “You know, just… mmph” you grumbled. “I don’t know what ‘mph’ is

[NAME]~” “J-just, you know… t-… tic-…” “You want some tictacs?”, he asked as if he didn’t know all to well what you wanted. “Karma… please…?”, you said small-ly, clearly missing the playful gesture. Now, this man may be sadistic, but when you sounded so sad like that, this went from a mission to fluster you to a mission to cheer you up.

Of course, he still wanted to tease you though, he just decided to go about it slightly differently. “Please what~? I don’t get what you mean, you have to tell me~…” he said, but his actions spoke differently. As you were focused on the fact that he was being mean, you didn’t notice his hand slowly snake around your torso until he started squeezing your side.

You were completely caught off-guard by this, and you let out a surprised scream followed by laughter. “K-kahaharmahaha!!!”, you giggled out, kicking and moving side to side. “What is it [NAME]~? I’m not doing anything ~” he said as you giggled and laughed, trying to escape, but there was no way in hell Karma would let you do that. After all, he new you didn’t want to in the first place.

“KAHAHaharmahahaHA!!!! Dohohon’t plahahay thahahat gahahahame!!!!”, you giggled, a blush forming on your face, and it didn’t go unnoticed by your sadistic friend who was currently MURDERING you with laughter.

“Hey, [NAME]~… are you ok? First you have a random outburst of laughter, now your face is turning red…” he said, as he moved his hand that wasn’t squeezing your side to do the same motion on your thigh. With that simple moment, your laughter raised an octave.

“KARMAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!”, you screamed, squirming in his grip, and he just laughed at you.

“Ok [NAME], looks like you caught me! And was being so subtle about it to. Oh well, doesn’t change much. Say… is your back ticklish ~?”, he asked, turning you over so you were laying on your stomach and sat on you to keep you pinned, using his knees to keep your hands down. Then he lifted your shirt so your back was bare, and started to skitter his blunt nails all over your back, and every so often moving his hands to your sides.

“Hmmm, so it is~. That information will come in handy…” he said close to your ear, his breath in your ear making you squeak.

“Oh, are your ears ticklish to~?”, he said, keeping one of his hands at your back and moving his other one up to your ears and neck, turning your loud giggles all squeaky. “They are! This will be even more useful, especially when your sitting how you normally do~”

“K-karmahahaha!!!!”, you giggled, trying to get out of his tickly prison, but failing, not that you minded.

After a little while of him attacking your back, neck and ears, he asked his question again. “Hey [NAAAAAMMMME]~? Are your arms ticklish?”. If you could have widened your eyes, you would have. He quickly moved his hands to your arms, making you scream. Your arms were insanely ticklish.

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Holy FUCK that was a lot… I hope you liked it, I put a lot of effort into it. Merry Christmas, Hanukkah, or whatever else you celebrate at this time of year! I hope you had a good celebration! Well, I’m going to head to sleep now, byeeeee!!

-Froggie :p🎄

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➸ Rated All (For part 1 at least)

➸ Summary: You have work to do, but a certain mascot keeps dropping in to brighten your day. OR how you fell for a professional football mascot.

➸ Word count: 7K

➸ Pairing: JK x reader

➸ Genre: Rom Com Meet Cute stuff, but will get spicy later

➸ Warnings: I don’t limit my language, and so my characters don’t either. Awkward OC. Takes place at a blood drive…?

➸ A/N: So this is kind of based on real life events, if they got flirty. LOL.

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It was just your luck that all the parking spots on the street were already taken.

You weren’t one to mindlessly rove the aisles to find the closest spot to park. Usually, you just pulled into the first spot you came across and walked from there, with little regard for how far away it was. However, when you were going to the stadiums, it was either park on the street or you may as well park a million miles away for how long you had to foot it. And this wasn’t an ordinary day, anyway. Forget the fact that you were at the local football stadium, which was a rare event for you anyway (not that you didn’t like attending games, but gosh those tickets were expensive), this was a unique situation for many reasons.

Parking a million miles away, you turned off your car and could already hear the wind and feel it whipping your car. Checking your watch, you were right on time, which really meant you were 15 minutes late because of the walk you had ahead of you, so you decided to pull up your big girl britches, as your mom would say, and fling the door open.

Before you were even fully out of the car the obscenities were already flying and you didn’t have the energy or the interest to check to see if anyone was around to hear you. You were here in a work capacity, but you always had that toxic trait that extreme discomfort always overrode any other considerations in your brain.

The street parking was looking even better about now, as you flung open yet another door on your car to grab your overlarge satchel bag, the yard signs, and your backpack from the backseat. Fumbling as you normally do, you did your best to perform as though you had ten arms instead of two as you tried to hold your composure and look perfectly put together like the boss bitch you were. Unfortunately, it very quickly crumbled when you reached to grab your keys to lock your car and everything fell out of your arms.

“Great, y/n. Nothing like being bent over the dirty cement in a skirt with 90 mile per hour winds,” you grumbled to yourself. Completely on brand, you managed to drop everything 3 more times before you got fully situated to make your way to the door in your sensible heels.

For about the 50th time since you took this job, you wondered if you would have taken it had you understood what all it entailed. I mean, sure, you worked for the leading Children’s Hospital in the Tri-State Area, for the head of Marketing and Communications, in a field and for an organization that saved people’s lives, and not just any people, but babies! It was incredibly rewarding work and meant that you went to bed each night feeling accomplished and emotionally fulfilled. That was never the problem. It was more the side effects of being a clumsy, ridiculously awkward, annoying introvert and working as the personal assistant to the most glowing and un-awkward human alive. And you swore, the harder you tried to act normal, the weirder you would act and the more embarrassing you would be. Like Elyse Meyers, but not as charming.

Today was an important day though, because your boss was hosting a blood drive in partnership with the local sports teams for an informational initiative surrounding sickle cell patients. Your hospital was the smoking gun because children always spoke more profoundly to the public. You all were expecting hundreds of donations of blood before it even struck Noon.

By the time you made it to the building your fingers were numb and your knees were knocking, but you immediately started thawing upon entry, only to be mauled by your boss.

“Where have you been?” Before you could answer she was launching into more commentary as you sat your things down on the entry desk next to your teammate who obviously arrived before you and looked smug. “The editor of the Times is already here, as are all 4 main news affiliates. You should have been here before them. You know this.”

“I’m sorry, I had to run back to the office to get all the materials. Then, I hit traffic and once I got here all the front spots were gone and I had all of this to bring in,” you said, indicating the signs and tools for the check in table.

“Those aren’t in the ground yet?” Your boss practically yelled at you when her eyes landed on the signs.

“That was the next thing on my list of to dos!”

“Please, I’m begging you. Get it done immediately and get back in here. We have interviews and I need you taking photos for our Facebook and IG pages. Go!”

You rushed off to do your boss's bidding. You knew it would be hell to pay when you got there. Your teammate, the aforementioned smug-faced bi…brat, also known as Jane, had left behind the packet of materials the last time she was in the office and called you with zero time to spare to ask if you could stop by to get it because you lived closer to the office than she did. You couldn’t argue with the logic, though you wondered how much of an “accident” it truly was. You weren’t generally a grudge holder, but you were going to watch that one.

As Jane had been assigned front desk duties for today, she sat quietly gossiping with Event staff, while you were taking 3 signs out to put in the ground to indicate to donors where to enter.

The wind hadn’t calmed even slightly, but you only had enough time to partially thaw anyway, so what difference did it really make anyway? You found a good spot and started working the sign into the frozen ground to the best of your ability. Struggling, more like, as you also tried to hold the other two signs under your arm as you shoved the first with all your might into the ground. The cold metal burning through your skin like a brand, but you ignored the pain in favor of the goal.

You finally decided to throw the other two to the ground as you jumped up on the cross rungs on the first sign to try to use your own body weight to push it into the ground. No dice.

With another rough gust of wind, you finally got the first sign in the ground, just as the first two took flight from the gust and began running away from you across the street.

“No!” You shouted feebly, until a hand reached down and caught the two signs and lifted them toward you.

Staring down at you from a short distance, was a ridiculously tall silent visitor with the head of an animal and giant googly eyes.

“Oh, hi Wolfie,” you said in introduction to the man in the mascot costume. This particular mascot face was as familiar to you as the team he represented. As a local for your whole life, it was a welcome and calming face to see, even frozen in a fake smile. “Thanks for your help.”

You reached for the signs and as you took them he mimed shivering to indicate that you must be cold.

“Yeah, it’s a bit chilly, but I’ve got to get these in the ground before donors show up. Are you staying for the event?” You asked. Wolfie ignored the question. Instead, he took one of the signs back from you and started walking to the other side of the street as though to continue your work for you.

“Oh, that’s nice of you but you don’t have to do that!”

But there was no deterring him. You had to admit though, after determining the best place to put it, it took him less than a second to get it into the ground, as opposed to your own struggle to do the same.

“Wow. That was impressive.”

At that he rushed back over in his oversized shoes, with the wolf gloves on his hands to take the other sign from you and quickly march over to the other side of the sidewalk to input the third sign. He pointed to one spot and then another and then another spot again and then tipped his head in question in a way both hilarious and adorable and you showed him where to go though you objected to his help even as he was putting it in the ground. His antics had you giggling, and he seemed to enjoy it because he continued to act silly to make you laugh.

After he was done, he ushered you back toward the building with aplomb, and with a laugh you preceded him in. The staff and your teammate sitting inside seemed surprised to see you laughing and chatting away with a 7-foot-tall mascot, especially as he continued to stay silent but for the sound of his googly eyes shaking. The instant self-consciousness returned and before you even had time to mentally process it, your whole being had already transferred back to professional mode. Checking your watch and finding the nearest staircase, the anxiety of the moment returned and a To Do List repopulated in your brain.

With anxiety in every pore of your body you remembered your priorities and went diving in your bag for your phone and clipboard of photo consent forms and talking points, so you could get back to work.

Just before you left to take the escalator behind the front desk, you glanced back and saw Wolfie there, still smiling the fake mascot smile, but somehow you read deeper thoughts going on behind those googly eyes. He had helped you, graciously, kindly. He hadn’t needed to. He simply did. You always knew you liked that adorable wolf face, but now you knew the person behind it was a sweetie too.

You smile and wave and say, “see ya ‘round, Wolfie.” And then you head off to get more work done.

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It is some hours later after interviews are over, donors are flooding in, photos have been taken, consent forms received from those photographed, that you are taking a quick break to get a bite to eat in the commons area. It is quiet at this time, since it isn’t anywhere near lunch time. You rarely ever eat during regular lunch hours anyway, so you feel right at home. You are watching a video on your phone about ancient aliens because you love conspiracy theory stuff even though you don’t believe any of it. You are eating a banana chip and humming lightly to yourself when you hear a crash in the kitchen/concession booth across from where you are sitting. You become aware that you aren’t alone and turn the volume down on your phone, but when you look up to see who it is, all you see is an empty room. That is until a familiar pair of googly eyes appear from above the counter to the concession booth.

You instantly laugh as he shakes his head making the googly eyes shake. The funniest part is knowing the man’s actual face is in the throat of the giant mascot head, meaning he is miming all of this without being able to see anything other than the back side of the kitchen counter. That thought alone makes you laugh harder, and his (actual) head clears the top.

In true professional mascot fashion, he plays to the laughter as he mimes one of his famous dances and rolls onto the counter. He then proceeds to fall off the counter in front of the kitchen and try to brush himself off and act cool. All of which has you in stitches, not least of which because you know it is all an act. He clearly carries himself like someone very coordinated and put together, who uses that performance gene to really play up his own physical comedy. You know this being someone who is not very coordinated OR very put together but has to actually try hard to look like you do. It is almost like a sixth sense to note the opposite trait in another person. Or maybe you are just able to pick up on his unspoken body language because you also know without doubt that he is smiling widely as you giggle at his display.

“How is your day going so far?” You ask, even knowing he won’t answer with words. He shows you the thumbs up and nods his head dramatically.

After helping you with the yard signs, you saw him often during the interviews and photo ops, because he’s the mascot, after all. He has to run around making everyone cheery and laugh and he was good at it. But every once in a while, he would look your way, and wave or do something silly to catch your attention and make you laugh. He even once distracted a group of reporters when you dropped your clipboard and scattered what felt like 100 pages of paper across the floor that you, embarrassed and ashamed, had to pick up and sort before your boss called you over for more photos. And he did that just to draw eyes away from you and let you wallow on the ground in peace.

“Gosh, you are positive,” you say in awe. “I can’t imagine it is very comfy inside that suit and you’ve been here as long as me…or longer, I guess. I don’t know exactly when you got here.”

He waves you off as if to say it’s no big deal.

“No, I’m serious! I’ve been running around like a chicken with my head cut off and here you are enjoying yourself and being positive.”

He tips his head to his hand that rests on the table and just stares at you. It is at once unnerving, but also incredibly comfortable. A weird, unsettling combination.

“Well, anyway.” You smile widely in answer. “It’s a good reminder! And I appreciate it. I appreciated your kindness and positive energy this morning. It was a whirlwind and you helped make it less stressful.”

He stuck his hand out to give you a high five and you couldn’t help but laugh again before you enthusiastically smacked your hand against his.

As if to change the subject, he leaned across the table as if to see what was on your phone, without actually taking a peek, as if he was miming the question without actually intruding.

“Oh gosh, don’t tease me, but I’m watching Ancient Aliens. I love this show, it’s so weird and these guys really do their research, even though it is all hocus pocus…” you said as you continued to babble and showed him the phone, describing the latest episode and theories on the use of gold deposits to fuel ancient aircraft. He didn’t seem to mind, if anything he seemed quite comfortable listening to you babble, so you just kept going.

“Have you had lunch?” You ask him when you feel you’ve exhausted the subject and are probably annoying him like you do to everyone. He still makes no sound aside from the jiggle of his googly eyes, but he shrugs his shoulders in answer. “Just because you are in a mask doesn’t mean you don’t need to eat.” You pass him your uneaten cookie, “Here you can have my cookie.”

Something in your tone or demeanor seems to surprise him with that statement, as he nearly breaks character, turning his head and coughing. It’s the first indication of a voice from him and at least now you know it definitely is a male under there.

“If it makes you feel better,” you say in response to his cough, “I’ll look away so you don’t blow your cover.”

You laugh as you push the cookie across the table to him and cover your eyes. “Your secret is safe with me!”

But the silence that meets your laughter is followed by a pair of fuzzy gloves grabbing your hands to pull them away from your eyes and when you open them, you see his head tilted to the side in question. The warmth of his hands in his gloves combined with his quiet confidence and calming presence stops the giggles and you can’t look away from where you know his eyes are looking back at you. His actual eyes, not the googly eyes.

There is something in the silence like understanding, from both sides, that is charged with some unnamed energy that at once makes you nervous but equally makes you want to laugh, because, I mean, he’s a grown man in a wolf costume.

But is he a grown man? Maybe he’s a teenager or a college kid, or any level of immature man baby, you don’t know. You don’t even know what he looks like under there, but somehow it doesn’t even matter because the way he has treated you today has been spectacular.

It seemed like every time you saw him so far this morning, he had gone out of his way to brighten your day, and it had worked. So did it really matter what he looked like? Not really.

“Y/n, are you in here?” You heard your boss’s voice from the entry to the commons. Your head and Wolfie’s both swiveled around together to see your boss rushing toward you in haste.

“I’m sorry, I know you are on lunch break, but the players just arrived and Channel 8 wants an exclusive interview between Paul and the players. We need more marketing coverage for the website and socials, and Jane has already left for the day.” Honestly, how does that girl still have a job, you thought, but would never say out loud. Paul, meaning the CEO of the Hospital who had arrived only a few hours ago and who literally held your entire career in his hands, waited for no one. Lunch or not, it was time to get back to work, which meant leaving Wolfie once again.

You acknowledged your boss with a “I’m done anyway.” A lie. And proceeded to throw the rest of your uneaten food back into your bag. Wolfie gave you judgmental eyes through it all, which you could feel, though you wouldn’t be able to see it, even if you looked at him. But just before you left, he waved in front of your face and when you looked at him, he drew a smile with his fingers in front of his real face, breaking character for sure this time, and you smiled at the sentiment.

Smiling widely to reward him for his efforts, you grabbed your bag to leave. Resting your hand on his arm in thanks, you took your leave in the same silence he inhabited.

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It was another hour or so before the talent and your C-Suite level boss left and you could finally breathe. Not only were you in the presence of your skip skip skip level boss, but you were also star struck from the players in attendance. A Hall of Famer that you grew up watching on TV as well as one of the hottest new players on the current team were in attendance and donating too! It was all quite overwhelming for you and your humble sensibilities.

You had also spent time talking to donors and hearing stories of how donations had impacted their own lives and it reminded you of why you loved what you did for a living, even as it overwhelmed you. Your boss had talked at length with you about the stats and impact of the work you all did today so far, and you could tell. It was amazing how each time a news station went live on TV you immediately felt the impact in the boost to walk-ins.

It was nearly 10 hours into the day and there had already been 4 pickups of donations when you and your boss were finally taking a load off at the front desk. You hadn’t quite kicked up your feet or anything, but you may as well have for how relaxed you both got. Your boss could be tough, but she was equally easy going when the times called for it. Slouching in your seat and closing your eyes for a while was not only encouraged at this point, she equally participated in it.

Event staff for the stadium made up the background music as your eyes were closed. Their quiet laughter soothed your mind as they discussed the autographs they got from the players who were on site. It was like a family barbecue rather than a job as they discussed different players they had met over the years and different funny anecdotes from each encounter. You couldn’t help it, but you were almost asleep after the long day, and the quiet chatter. It was like a lullaby to your exhausted mind.

“What the heck is he doing?” Your boss asked in a whisper, not necessarily to you, but close enough that your curiosity got the better of you.

As you opened your eyes, you saw her looking through the windows that looked into another entry space of the stadium where a group of people were looking around confused as if trying to find something in particular. But suddenly you saw your friend Wolfie running up to them, waving his arms and doing his signature dance moves. The group were clearly laughing and waving phones in the air in a way that meant they were asking for photos with him.

“Oh, Wolfie is so nice.” One of the staff said. “They do tours of the stadium, but Korey Ann was running late for her shift, so I think he is keeping them busy until she gets here.”

You couldn’t hide your fondness from your smile, nor did you want to.

“By the way, did you find his…um….gift from earlier?” The same staff asked, looking directly at you. Confused by the question, you looked around trying to find who they might be talking to but found only other faces looking directly at you and laughing.

“Gift?”

“Check your photos on your phone.” Another staff shouted from across the lobby.

Confused, you pulled out your phone and unlocked it, and immediately saw exactly what they were referencing.

Your camera app was still open because you had been taking pictures all day, but in the preview in the bottom corner you didn’t see a thumbnail of a donor or your CEO or even one of the players who came to donate.

No.

The picture was of Wolfie. Wolfie holding up two fingers like a peace sign in a typical selfie pose.

“Oh god,” you said as the room around you started laughing, even your boss. You couldn’t open your photos fast enough. What greeted you were probably hundreds of selfies of the Wolf mascot, in various locations in the stadium hall.

“You really shouldn’t leave your phone unlocked and unattended,” your boss said with a laugh.

“You knew?” You asked her. She only laughed in response. You thought back to the few times throughout the day that you placed your phone down whether to grab something, help someone, or do really anything that required more than one free hand and you immediately put all the dots together. You had long ago set your phone to have no timeout mode from inactivity, so if you sat it down without locking it, it would just remain open indefinitely. It was a setting you deliberately chose because you spent so much time reading on your phone and the timeout drove you insane. It was a setting you now instantly regretted.

Your phone was FULL of photos of the mascot. Each one was funnier than the last. Some photos were of him alone, others included staff of the stadium or the hospital; some were posed, some candid. No wonder everyone knew about it except you. The more you looked through the photos, the more incredulous you got. And yet, conversely and somehow equally, the more you looked the more impressed you got. How did he manage to get this many photos? Your phone wasn’t unattended THAT long. Not to mention, the difficulty of using the touch screen in a pair of thick wolf gloves!

You glanced into the adjacent entryway to see Wolfie silently miming a cackling laugh as he covered his mouth with his hand and raised his shoulders repeatedly in an over-dramatization of laughter. Clearly, he was witnessing your discovery of his little present.

You over-dramatized anger back by pouting and putting your hands on your hips aggressively. This only seemed to make him laugh harder, but this time much more naturally as his shoulders and posture relaxed back and he rolled onto the heels of his feet.

The room around you laughed as well and erupted into stories of how he narrowly missed getting caught by you on multiple occasions. You couldn’t take your eyes from the man in the Wolf suit, though. He was trying to mime to you to keep looking through the photos, but you were more interested in getting him to come over to answer for his crimes. His responding miming indicated he was a bit busy with tour groups. You couldn’t help but be even more endeared by it. Damn him.

Even as he was waving his hands around to show he was busy a little girl came up tapping him on the leg to get his attention. He instantly went into entertainment mode: making his googly eyes jiggle, doing his game day dance, and patting the little girl’s adorable cheeks with his fuzzy gloved hands.

You melted at the look on the little girl’s face, a look both nostalgic and magical, remembering your own personal feelings upon meeting mascots when you were a little kid. And Wolfie was perfect, just as he should be at that moment. He made the little girl laugh at just the right moments, and posed for endless photos with the little girl, letting her practically climb all over him as he sat on the ground to be at her level. Her parents scolded her for doing so, but he waved them off, clearly enjoying the adorable display.

You felt your (admittedly imaginary) irritation disintegrate, and you were left with only feelings of fondness and curiosity. You can’t believe you are even thinking it, but you think you have a crush on a man in a 7-foot Wolf costume.

Just as the thought enters your head, his eyes swivel to yours, but you aren’t looking at the googly eyes, you once again are drawn to where his true eyes are, hidden in the mesh at the neck of the Wolf costume. It snaps you out of your trance and you hop up. Cutting off the laughter of those around you, you act (emphasis on the word act) as though you are cool as a cucumber.

“Well, it is nearly quitting time, boss,” you say in a forced casual tone to your lounging boss, who looks back quizzically at you with tired eyes. “I’ll get the signs and forms from all the tables and the yard signs from outside. Should I grab anything else to bring back to the office? I’ll just stop there before I go home.”

“No, I think that should do it,” she answers as though she is asking a question, seeming confused at your sudden change. She goes to stand slowly, but you wave her off and tell her you’ve got it covered.

“You should head home.” You tell her. “You’ve been here since 5am.”

She nods in agreement and starts to slowly get out of the chair as she pulls together all her things and puts her coat on that was folded neatly on a shelf behind the desk.

“See you tomorrow?” She asks and you nod once quickly before she thanks all the event staff for their help and then proceeds out into the cold night air.

You decide to rush off to get the numerous remaining information materials you had scattered about in the building. Phlebotomy staff would truly clean up the drive, but all the marketing materials and additional promotions were all your responsibility. You flitted from table to table, trying not to think about the absolutely absurd butterflies in your stomach each time you thought about the man in the mascot costume.

How sad are you, y/n? You asked yourself. Has it been so long since you’ve been in a relationship that even a man you’ve never seen, nor spoken to outside of soliloquy can make you feel like this?

Another part of your brain raised the possibility that if he could make you feel like this without words or an actual FACE, then GOD, what a freaking MAN he could be.

Your pessimistic nature wouldn’t let that sit, though. You had learned in life that things were generally too good to be true, so instead you told yourself, louder - to your inner monologue, he could be a real uggo.

At this point, though, who were you kidding, ugly or the most gorgeous man alive, it didn’t really matter. You were smitten with googly eyes!

“What a fucking weirdo.” You whispered to yourself as you turned to grab the last of your materials, only to find Wolfie standing there. Silent as ever.

“Shit.” You said surprised by his sudden appearance. “You scared me.” You said as you tried to hide your blush and avoid his eyes, busying yourself with your tasks. You felt embarrassed by your thoughts, feeling transparent, like he could read you like a book with little effort. If you had looked up, you would have instantly noticed confusion in him, though you couldn’t see his face. You somehow had become attune to him. A fact that made him not just curious but fascinated with you.

It was weird. Jungkook had been a mascot for several years. He started when his college rock band went under and he needed a way to pay his bills. He was always an athletic guy and liked the idea of it when his roommate’s brother mentioned he had the right build for it and how much it paid.

Nowadays, Jungkook only performed as Wolfie when he decided to pick up an event on the weekdays since his career as a professional dancer had really launched. Despite his parents’ predictions, he had consistent jobs thanks to his skills and his good reputation. He never wanted to give up Wolfie, though. It was fun getting to be faceless and silly with absolutely no regrets. Anonymity has an odd power to liberate, and he never felt freer. Plus, he was addicted to the stars in people’s eyes when they saw him in the suit. Not just kids either. Adults were just grown-up kids too when faced with a mascot. It was a special kind of magic that he got to wield when no one could see his face.

Today was the first time in all these years that he regretted any of it. Of all the things he agreed to when he put on the costume, he never realized that the clause about protecting the character’s mystery by not revealing his face or voice at any time during his shift would be the hardest to fulfill on this particular day.

He had heard about the event and knew he would do anything to be there. The cause was one he was passionate about. He had been volunteering in the cancer ward of the Children’s hospital since he was a kid and his father used to bring him along to teach him “civic responsibility”. He liked going these days for story time to read or sing to the kids. So when he heard the event was for the hospital, he signed up immediately without even paying attention to how long of a day it would be.

A few hours was a long day in the costume, so originally he had been meant to leave in the early afternoon, but you had changed all his plans.

When he first saw you out in the cold and the wind, he had mostly been entertained and curious about you. He could not for the life of him figure out what you were doing as you struggled to wrestle the yard signs under one arm while forcing with sheer will to get the other in the frozen ground. Your outfit was so incredibly out of place in these conditions too, with your blazer and flowing skirt. Even your sensible bun knew that it wasn’t in the right place as it fought to escape the coif you had put it in. He had outright laughed at the vision of you. He was charmed immediately. Especially when you cursed loudly into the wind.

By the time he saw into your fathomless eyes, he was a goner.

So by 2, when he was supposed to go home, he decided to stay instead. It was a weird thing being in the hot heavy wolf costume for 10 hours, but at least he had the locker room to himself when he needed a break or to take a leak. He just knew, with complete certainty, that he absolutely could not leave without getting up the courage to talk to you. To REALLY talk to you. Not mime at you to make you smile that gorgeous winning smile you had. Or distract people so that you could get a moment's peace and he could make your day. Because he knew that if anyone deserved to have their day made, it was you.

He had watched you all day, and it had convinced him that he had figured you out. He watched you help donors with such care and kindness as you rarely sat down for the whole 10 hours of the drive. He watched you place yourself wherever you were needed, working hard and effectively, juggling multiple tasks with an air of professionalism he admired. He had even watched you make a fool of yourself on occasion with your clumsy adorable antics as your face went beet red. So he knew you were a good sort of person, and one who was damn good at your job. He had always been attracted to people who were good at what they did, so it was no surprise that his eyes were glued to you, and not just because you were pretty.

Because you were definitely pretty.

But the most important things he learned about you were when he was up close and personal with you. As a mascot, he was used to people treating him a certain way. Not in a rude sense, but when you had a cartoon face and googly eyes, people tended to talk around you rather than to you, like you were an object rather than a person within the costume. It was one thing when kids did it, but adults would do it too. It was a weird automatic knee jerk reaction type of thing. You weren’t like that though.

From the moment you met him, with your shining eyes and beautiful smile, you addressed him like a person. You asked him questions, even when you knew he couldn’t answer in so many words. You made considerations for him like worrying if he had eaten, offering him your cookie. Though, admittedly, that particular offer had him blushing at the dirty thoughts it conjured in his head thinking of other sweet things you might have to offer him.

Probably most profoundly though was how you looked him directly in the face when you spoke with him. You probably weren’t even aware that you were doing it or how unsettling and oddly sexy it was. All his years as a mascot, people always looked at the face of Wolfie: that giant foot-tall cloth head that sat upon Jungkook’s actual head like a hat.

But not you. No, you looked directly into that obscured disguised mesh neck of Wolfie that offered Jungkook’s view out into the world. You looked directly where his eyes were, to the point you made him feel almost naked to your gaze, like you could see him in his totality. Like Wolfie wasn’t there at all.

And all day long he had been drawn to you like a moth to the flame at the absolute magnetism of that steady, kind, understanding gaze.

Little did he know you were having the same problem as him. Feeling self-conscious, and inadequate. I mean, you were feeling silly for liking a guy you had never seen or heard speak but imagine being the guy in the suit right. Never in a million years would he imagine you would be crushing on him as much as he was on you.

But here you both were. Two fools in “like”.

You were almost done collecting your things and there was a certain energy to your movements that spoke of hesitation. Jungkook could feel his window of opportunity closing and he was nothing if not an action taker. So despite his nerves, and despite his feelings of inadequacy, he was ready to shoot his shot.

You both were in a more secluded area of the event hall that led to a narrow hallway to the suites and donors were mostly gone anyway. The only people left at the venue were event staff for the stadium and hospital staff cleaning up in the main area of the blood drive, so you were both effectively alone. The day was over, so he wouldn’t be breaching contract by speaking to you or removing his mask, though it was still fairly frowned upon to be in a public space revealing his identity while still in the wolf suit. It was a risk he was willing to take though because he knew he didn’t have time to go back to the locker room to change. If he did, you would be gone by the time he got back.

So he took a deep breath, and cleared his throat so he wouldn’t squeak or do something equally stupid after not using his voice for a full day. Your head immediately came to attention at the sound of his voice, and he knew it was now or never.

You watched in awe as Wolfie removed his giant Wolf head with a flourish to reveal a head of dark, wet hair. You had a moment only to process the thought that his hair must be wet from sweat from being in that suit all day. And then, the man attached to the head of hair looked up.

To say you were surprised would be an understatement. Looking back at you were the biggest brown eyes sparkling with what looked like galaxies within them. Beneath that was a straight nose with gentle curves on the end. Beside that were two soft high cheekbones that were currently standing out as the pretty mouth beneath those was smiling. It was a mouth full of the cutest teeth that seemed to want to escape his pretty curved lips that wrapped around them. It reminded you of a bunny somehow. You were struck by tanned skin and two beauty marks, one on the bridge of his nose and one just below his bottom lip. And you were frozen in time as you looked upon the prettiest male face you had ever laid eyes on.

Inappropriately and somehow perfectly in character, you followed the beat of silence with an awkward laugh at the completely irrational turn of events. Slapping your hand to your mouth in embarrassment instantly. You could already feel your cheeks blushing, but you rushed to explain so you wouldn’t offend him.

“I don’t know why I laughed just now, you just surprised me, I guess…?” You babbled as he opened his mouth as if to speak. But in true y/n fashion, you couldn’t leave well enough (or embarrassed enough) alone. “Like, wow. You have an actual face!”

“Yes, I do.” He rushed to get a word in edgewise, but you were really gone by now and couldn’t seem to stop the word diarrhea that had to escape.

“And what a face!”

Great, y/n, going for full embarrassment today. Lovely.

“Sorry. That was…I don’t know what that was,” you said as you felt like your entire body was going to erupt. What was wrong with you? Why couldn’t you shut up?

But he was moving closer, tucking the mask under his arm all the while and smiling bigger with each passing word of stupidity you uttered.

“I just mean that I’m surprised! Normally, you would think a guy who wears a full body costume for a living would have something to hide, but that is definitely not true of you!” Ever your own worst enemy you couldn’t help but notice his strong shoulders and forearms too as he took off the gloves and unzipped the front of the costume to get more comfortable. GOD he was hot. Maybe that was why you were so effectively making a fool of yourself.

But he didn’t seem to mind as he giggled and extended his hand toward you, revealing a hand full of tattoos.

“Are you shitting me? Hand tattoos?! Hot AND cool, how is that fair?-“

“I’m Jungkook,” he said with a laugh as he effectively shut you up. “I’m going to save you from yourself here and just offer that we save the rest of the ego boosts for our first date. What do you say?”

His hand was still extended to take your hand in introduction and somehow your brain couldn’t process words but moved your hand to slot into his by route memory alone as you sounded out the word: date.

“Yes, date,” he said to what you thought had only been a question in your head, but obviously was spoke out loud.

“What do you think? Will you give a guy in a Wolf costume a chance at a date with you?”

“I guess that depends.”

“On?”

“Will you be wearing the suit on the date?”

“Which answer will get you to say yes?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Then, sadly, the suit will be taking that night off.”

You paused for a full beat, in complete disbelief at the turn of events of the last few minutes. An hour ago, you were embarrassed to say you had a crush on a man in a Wolf costume. Now you are being asked out on a date by 2023’s “Sexiest Man Alive” winner, as far as you were concerned. It was a little too much to handle, but then again…

“So are you free this weekend?” You asked in a moment of boldness. He just smiled and told you to open up your photos again and look at the first photo he took on your phone.

Turns out he had originally stolen your phone for a purpose besides just making a joke by filling your phone with selfies. The first photo he took was of him holding up a piece of paper with a phone number on it and in a rushed script below it, he had written:

“Would love to meet you face to face. Friday?”

You huffed out a laugh but didn’t answer in words, as you navigated out of your photo app. After a few soundless taps on your phone screen, a buzz sounded from somewhere within Jungkook’s outfit. When he pulled out his phone, he saw a text from an unidentified number on the screen.

“Friday sounds great. Drinks and Dinner?”

#fics by me #under the mask #jungkook #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook fluff

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scyfozoa · 3 months

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Tell about your ocs pls 83

HI ofc i will !!! rn im Very fucking hyperfixated on my genshin oc so it will be abt him ...

his name is kou! hes an half adeptus (his father was an adeptus), and hes half liyuenian - snezhnayan.

he has been living in liyue his whole life – when he was 5, his mother had to leave liyue and go back to snezhnaya, due to her being in the fatui. they were in a very bad financial spot and she had no choice but go back. so in the end, she left kou with his father, who of course she trusted the most in the world. but sadly, she was wrong.

it was only a few months after when kous father basically got bored of taking care of him. he didnt want to have a child constantly being in his way, so he decided to just abandon him, leaving him in some private orphanage. (he thought of other ways to get rid of him though – leave him with another adeptus ( which wouldnt work because kous father was not liked by the other adepti; or send him to the house of the hearth – he didnt want to travel that far).

due to the fact that kous mother was constantly on the move, she didnt have an address that letters were sent to – instead, it was passed from one fatui agent to another. so when she finally recieved the letter from her husband talking about how he abandoned their son and is leaving them both, already 3 and a half months have passed.

immediately after, kou's mother went back to liyue, even if for a single day. she got kou out of the orphanage, and brought him to one good friend she made in liyue – baizhu, who only graduated from the akademiya a few years prior. (im still an akademiya student baizhu believer okay let me cope) from that day onwards, baizhu has been taking care of kou.

now all grown up, kou has been working in the bubu pharmacy for baizhu. he feels as if he has to repay him, despite baizhu constantly reasurring him otherwise. they dont really see each other as father-son, more like uncle-nephew (kou calls him uncle zhuzhu btw😭😭)

kou is a very secluded person, mostly due to his trauma from being abandoned as a child and the abuse he endured in the orphanage (which i wont get into here). also add autism to the mix and being trans, so the young adeptus feels like theres gigantic walls between him and literally everyone else.

when he was younger, he thought he didnt fit into the human society because of being a half-adeptus, and vice versa. but no matter what he does, he cant fit into any of them (its autism. i project HARD onto him.)

about relationships – other than the close relationship he has with baizhu, he sees qiqi has his little sister. but other than that, he never had any "real" friends – that was until gaming came into the picture, introduced to him by baizhu. he was frequently delivering stuff from to the bubu pharmacy to make as much money as possible, as it was right after he ran away (i hc that gaming ran away at like nearly 15 years old, and that hes 18 when we meet him ingame; him and kou are the same age, kou only a few weeks older).

the two of them instantly felt connected by each other, despite their personalities being complete polar opposites. but they had their similarities – very troubled family situation, feeling like they were alone in the world (+ both of them were early into their transitions - yes all my faves get hit with transgender beam. gaming included. kouming t4t to me.)

the two grew extremely close, being each others absolute best friends in the whole world, but with time, their friendship grew into something more – and they have been dating for a few months now.

thanks to gaming, kou started to open up to more people and made some more friends :3. hes good friends with xingqiu, bc bookworms. kou tells xingqiu about snezhnayan literature often.

other than that – kou's relationship with his mother consists of a monthly letter from the latter. both kou and his mother want to have a normal relationship and they miss each other terribly, but kous mother has to stay in the fatui due to now being a really high ranking fatui operative, directly working with the 7th harbringer, sandrone. (well its quite a stretch to call their relationship a purely work based one, but ill save that for a diff post about kous mother. iykyk) so once a month kou is visited by two fatui agents sent by his mother to check up on him – aleksander and adrianna. over the years all three grew really close, kou often dragging the two to visit his favourite spots in liyue.

last relationship – kou has an older sister. his mother was married once before, having a single daughter, but due to personal conflicts and her previous-previous husband not liking that she was in the fatui, they divorced, the daughter staying with her father. shes 9 years older than kou, travelling thru teyvat looking for inspiration for her clothes – she runs fashion shows all over teyvat, often collaborating with the chioriya boutique.

these two only recently started to get close after their mother made them meet up – ever since, they frequently write to each other and kous sister loves to send him clothes she sew for him. i dont have much more about her atm tho, still designing her.

ok . sorry for yapping a lot. and sorry if some rhings r confusing, i still dont have names for kous parents and his sister 🥲 heres some kou art, im working on his full ref sheet + splash art right now !!

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briiwcc · 2 years

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fezco x oc • hate you

before fezco was known as the town's drug dealer, he was just a regular high school student. well, as regular as any kid who lived in the shitty part of town with a drug dealing grandma could be but when fezco was seventeen he had a semi-normal life.

he got pretty decent grades and he was great at math. he also basically stayed to himself, or at least tried to.

but, there was always one person who seemed to always get a kick out of bothering him.

sasha motherfuckin' james...

a sixteen year old star lifted up her hand for the fifth time in the period and frowned once her teacher called on someone else.

"why don't we give the other students a chance ms. james."

star looked behind her to see mrs. stevens had called on fezco.

"it's not like he knows anything." she mumbles with a small giggle causing an uproar of laughs to fall behind her.

fezco leaned forward in his seat and raised his right eyebrow. "sasha, what did you jus' say about me?" he asks clenching his jaw when star turned around in her seat to face him with an annoyingly perfect smile, "oh? im sorry. should i say it a little slower? i know it's hard with you being on the short bus and all." she evilly mocked.

god, fezco hated her. he hated how she walked around like she owned the place, he hated how she talked down on everyone and fezco always wondered, who gave her the right?

star was just like the rest of the shitty people in this shitty town. stuck going nowhere.

so, why the hell was her head up so high.

star james single-handedly made fezco's high school life hell every day, he never knew what he had done to provoke her but it seemed she just always got a kick in making his life miserable and he fucking hated her for it.

"now if i smack the shit out of you i would be wrong, right?"

"alright! the both of you enough." mrs stevens interrupted with a tired sigh, it seemed like everyday the two students were at eachother's throats and she felt helpless just watching.

just as she was about to ask them if they wanted detention the final bell rang and all her students quickly left her classroom.

star put her worksheets in her folder and tossed it in her bag before standing up and throwing it over one shoulder. she made her way into the hallway and gasped when a scrawny body bumped into hers.

she looked down seeing the spilled coffee all over her white jeans and shoes. the boy immediately bent down trying to wipe it off.

"i'm sorry."

"don't fucking touch me!"

the neurotic boy stood up and star watched as his cheeks turned red in embarrassment and she wasn't scared to admit she got a kick out of making him nervous, "i'm sorry. it was just an accident."

star tilted her head to the side, "is that what the doctors told your mom and dad at the hospital?" seeing the look on his face she giggles and walked past him making sure to bump her shoulder into his.

fezco, who watched the whole interaction go down sent him a sympathetic look. "you good?"

"yeah, she's the worst." the lanky sophomore picked up his books that fell and smiled when fezco helped him, "thanks, man i really appreciate it."

"no problem."

the school day went by pretty fast after that and before he knew it fezco was laid up in his bed typing away at his laptop trying to complete his calculus homework which was way past due.

he heard a notification come from his phone and rolled his eyes at the contact before opening the message thread

stupid fuckin' bitch

you called me sasha today

stupid fuckin' bitch

tf did i tell you about calling

me by my government

fez

shut the fuck up bro

fez

the fuck do you want

stupid fuckin' bitch

u free 2nite?

fez

be here in 20

seen

not even 15 minutes had passed before fezco was opening his front door and sneaking the girl inside.

and before the two knew it...

star moaned throwing her head back as fezco thrusted into her.

"what was that shit you was talkin' earlier huh?" he mocked sneaking his hand to cover her face with the palm of his hand.

fezco's ocean eyes were black with hatred and lust, admiring how her boobs bounced with every movement he made, how her cries died on her throat due to his hand, how the bed slammed against the wall making the photos she put up shake a little from the amount of force.

"fuck-" star whimpered placing her hand on his lower abdomen, "please don't stop." she cries, her actions contradicting her statements.

fezco lifted his hand from her face allowing her to breathe correctly again and placed it on the side of her head. he usually preferred hitting it from the back when it came to star because the sight of her face pissed him off and turned him on all at the same time which, ultimately pissed him off.

i just wanna fuck. no strings attached.

when star first said those words he 100% thought she was just trying to make a fool out of him which wouldn't be a surprise since she was probably the most evilest bitch that ever walked the face of the earth.

but, she was also hot so you know, why not?

"i'm coming." she announced feeling the familiar hot sensation in her stomach, star came around his dick soaking him in her arousal.

fezco quickly pulled out and jerked himself off onto her stomach making her cringe, "ew i told you to stop fucking doing that." she slapped her stomach in a useless attempt at wiping it off.

he threw her legs to the side and star sat up rolling her eyes as she tried to find a rag.

"someone's a little rude."

fezco tosses her a damp one after emerging from the bathroom.

star thanks him and pulls him back by his bicep when he went to walk away, "what? no kiss goodbye?" she mockingly asks puckering her lips.

"yo get the fuck out my house."

#euphoria #fezco euphoria #fezco fanfic #fezco smut #fezco fic #fezco imagine #original content #original story

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ghostinthewires · 1 year

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Mushy May Day 7 - Compliments

will this make sense to anyone that is not me or @kroas-adtam? probably not. am i posting it anyway? absolutely yes. credit as always goes to @forlorn-crows for mushy may

characters: sister imperator and my ghoul OC Glitch. for anyone who doesnt know, Glitch is an electric ghoul and is the abbey (and the Ghost Project's) IT ghoul. this is a peek far into the future of what i currently have published for Glitch, which you can find here!

wc: 1233 words

Glitch huffed as she picked up the pile of paperwork she’d just finished. For all her job was the abbey’s technology, she always seemed to have a lot of physical paperwork on her desk. It was all boring stuff, things just needing her signature and the date, but it was tiring to read through it all. And with the new tour coming up, there was more than ever.

She made her way down the corridor and down a flight of stairs, getting caught up in a hug and kiss from Swiss as he passed her, and then pulled into an alcove by Special. She giggled and kissed him, then promised to come see him as soon as she was done.

By the time she reached Imperator’s office there was a bounce in her step, and she went in happily when called. “Hi,” she said, holding up the paperwork. “I got this stuff all done!”

Sister just hummed and moved something, gesturing for Glitch to put her paperwork down there. Glitch’s smile slowly fell when Sister otherwise ignored her, head bent down over her desk. She glanced around as she slowly put down the paperwork. This place was a mess. Sister’s office was always busy, full of things to be done and people to speak to, but she’d never seen it messy before. Everything had its place. Normally.

Her desk was the same. Papers scattered everywhere, nothing seemed to be in the normally tidy piles. Glitch bit her lip as she stood there in the awkward silence, ignored by Imperator. She could just walk out and go to Special, spend the night curled up in his bed soaking in his warmth. But she already knew she wouldn’t stop thinking about Imperator until she checked in.

“Sister?” she asked tentatively. “Is… are you okay?”

The woman huffed and nodded, eyes fixed on the desk. Glitch wasn’t sure what she was actually reading. If she was actually reading.

“I’m not convinced,” the ghoul said firmly. The stern tone was so unusual coming out of Glitch that it made Imperator look up in surprise out of instinct - just long enough for Glitch to see her red-rimmed eyes and tear-stained cheeks before she darted her gaze back down at the desk again.

Glitch sighed and stared for a moment, but when it didn’t look like Sister was going to say anything, she turned and moved towards the door. She didn’t miss the woman’s quiet sigh of relief as she thought Glitch was leaving, but instead the ghoul simply turned the lock and went back to the desk. She cleared a space on it and then climbed up, turning to face Imperator and crossing her legs. Imperator was looking up at her now, looking confused amongst the sadness.

“You have two options,” Glitch said, leaning on a hand. “Either you talk to me about what’s upsetting you, or I go and get Copia and you talk to him.”

Sister immediately frowned. “Do not go and get Copia.” Her voice cracked a little and Glitch hummed as she leaned back on the desk, eyes drifting around the room. “So talk to me,” she said softly. “I’m not going to tell anyone. You know that.” Sister did know that. Glitch was known around the abbey for her undying ability to keep secrets. She was so private in her own life, keeping other’s secrets was easy.

The woman sighed and shook her head, trying to regain some of her regular composure. “It’s… It’s nothing, really. It shouldn’t be affecting me.”

“But it is,” Glitch immediately pointed out. Sister smiled dryly and looked up at the ghoul sitting on her desk, green eyes staring and tail flicking in the air.

“When did you get so stubborn?” Sister asked, and Glitch didn’t smile like she thought she might. “Someone upset you,” the ghoul said, like it was obvious. “I’m not happy about it. So tell me what happened.”

Sister frowned and shook her head lightly, gesturing at her laptop. “Just some stupid emails I’ve been getting constantly. Clearly from someone in the clergy, but with an anonymous address. They’re…” she trailed off and frowned again, looking sad. “Childish.”

Glitch actually growled, startling Imperator. Sometimes she forgot Glitch was a ghoul; a dangerous one. “Show me,” the ghoul said. Sister shook her head. “It’s not that importa-”

“Sister, show me the emails or I’ll start using the network to have all your emails redirected to my laptop.”

Glitch looked angry. Imperator wasn’t used to seeing the sweet ghoul with such a furious expression.

Sister said an impulsive retort of “Don’t you tell me what to do,” but there’s no real meanness behind it and she was already pulling the laptop forward. She opened the emails and tilted the laptop towards Glitch, who pulled it up onto her lap and spent the next fifteen minutes in silence, getting angrier and angrier.

She stole a piece of blank paper at one point and started noting things down - numbers that could have been IP addresses and MAC addresses and timestamps and things Sister didn’t understand to do with packet types and file headers. She took photos on her phone too.

“Glitch, my emails are confidential. You better not be taking photos of anything you shouldn’t be,” Sister piped up, but went quiet again when Glitch only glanced at her over the top of the laptop in silence.

Another five minutes went past and Sister noticed Glitch’s fingers were crackling, electricity sparking between them as the anger settled low in her gut. The ghoul noticed too, and curled her hands into fists immediately to stop the sparks.

After another few moments of silence, she gently set the laptop down and hopped off the table, taking the paper with her. “I’ll sort it,” she said, leaving no room for argument, but Sister tried anyway. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

Glitch fired her a fang-filled grin that really looked too happy for the situation. She started to move toward the door but stopped before she got there, turning back to look at Sister.

“Bullshit, by the way,” she said, gesturing. “Those emails.”

Sister frowned and just shrugged, trying again to pull her stern mask back on. It always seemed to slip around the sweet little ghoul.

“I mean it,” the ghoul started again. “I’ve never met anyone smarter than you. You are not useless. You hold this whole place together. We’d all be fucked if it wasn’t for you.”

Sister just stared.

“And,” Glitch said, leaning in. “I also think that if they really think you’re so ugly, they need to get their eyes checked.”

The unexpected comment made Imperator smile and Glitch smiled back. “Delete them,” the ghoul said softly. “Don’t let them sit and fester.” And with that, she unlocked the door and left.

The next day, Sister receives a fearful apology in writing, slotted under her office door. And at the next meeting, she pretends not to notice the man who sits across from her, squirming under Glitch’s masked stare and nursing bandages that show when his suit sleeve rides up. Glitch says nothing outside of her quick report, but Imperator bites back a small smile when the ghoul’s tail wraps around her ankle. She wonders how Glitch found him, what she did to scare him so much, and then decides some things are better left unknown. For now.

#chewing my cage i love them #glitch my beloved little disaster

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storiesofstratos · 8 months

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Chapter 8: Daniel Left to His Own Devices

Separated from his friends, Daniel meets someone new...

Leah Nguyen is an OC created by my good friend Shima, who was gracious enough to allow me to include her in the story! Please go give Shima some love <3 Leah is from @elganac and Shima is on twitter @/ShimaVT

So I found myself alone for the first time since the trip started. Everyone else had gone to do their own thing, and Jack and Nico were off helping to collect firewood. Didn’t really appeal to me, so I stayed behind. So it was just wandering, until I saw the lake. That was ridiculous.. Who would go swimming in this weather?

Then I heard the splash of someone getting out of the water. No way. Who the hell would even think to–

Oh. OH. I was immediately fixated on her eyes. A beautiful shade of dark brown, shining in the early evening sun. Her black hair falling just to her shoulders, a little messed up and wet from the water she’d just pulled herself out of. Not even mentioning that cute little polka-dotted swimsuit that just–

I’m getting ahead of myself.

I stood there for what felt like an absolute eternity. Did I know her from somewhere? Obviously she went to my school, she must have been in my grade too.. Did I have a class with her? Hmm, no, I would’ve recognized her. Shit, was I staring? C’mon Rowe, just TALK to her. She’s cute! Go get her number, or, something! That was a thing normal people did, right?

“Uh..hello??” Her voice snapped me out of my thoughts. Shit. I totally WAS staring wasn’t I?

“Uh.. h-hey.” Nailed it. “You.. like swimming..?” Nailed it less.

I watched as a small smile crept up on her face. Hopefully that was a good sign and she wasn’t just… laughing at me. In her head, or something.

“I mean… yeah. I’m the only one swimming in this weather, aren’t I?”

“Oh, uh.. Yeah, true, true…” Come on Rowe, think of something, anything else to say! “Do… you mind if I sit with you?”

“Uh, yeah! Sure, go for it. I mean, not like anyone else is gonna be over here with us, y’know?” I watched as she patted the space next to her, which is where I took a seat. “I’m Leah, by the way.”

“Daniel. It’s nice to meet you. I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”

She shrugged, “It is a pretty big school. I don’t even know the names of all the people in our grade.”

“Yeah. Fair enough… I don’t really need to know many names aside from my friends, and… well, I guess yours now, too.”

“Wow, you’re gonna remember my name? I’m so touched.” She laughed to herself… wow. That was a sound I could listen to for the rest of my life and be happy.

“...You’re really pretty–”

“Huh?”

“What?”

There was a silence between us, “Uh, the, the sunset! It’s… really pretty, don’t you think?” I just hoped she didn’t think much of it. It was autumn, so the sun was already starting to set… yeah, that was it.

“Oh… Right. I mean… yeah, like, it is pretty. I guess.”

“Hey, you two!” A voice called out to us, one of the other students, “Mr. Walker wanted to gather everyone up for dinner, c’mon.”

I stood up at that, holding out my hand to Leah. “Wanna go grab some food?”

She looked at my hand for a second, before nodding and finally taking it, allowing me to help her up off the ground. “Yeah. Food sounds good.” She smiled at me, and it didn’t go unnoticed that her hand lingered in mine for a little longer than necessary.

…Was this what it was like? Had I made it? No wait, focus.

Dinner was sort of a blur. Leah had been called away to go over and hang out with her other friends, and I ate with Jack and Nico. “Soo… You two know that girl over there?” I nodded toward Leah.

Nico took a look over her shoulder. “Oh, her? Uh, yeah I know her. Leah Nguyen. We’ve got history class together, and we’re sharin’ a tent on the trip, actually.”

“Wow,” Jack piped up, “I’m surprised. Didn’t think you knew anyone’s name in your history class. Though you hated them all.”

“I do, mostly. But we got put in a group project about Aztec history and hot damn, that girl was a godsend.”

“By that you mean she actually pulled her weight?”

“Oh yeah. Got her number, told her next time there’s a group project, I want first dibs on her. She thought I was funny. Why, what about her?”

“Well, I just,” I was at a loss for words, “I mean, we talked earlier, and I just…” Uh oh. She saw me looking over at her, didn’t she? I watched as she gave me a polite little wave, which I returned. “I mean, y’know, we just talked for a bit and…”

“Uh oh,” Jack’s immediate response, “Daniel’s got a crush.”

“What? Pff, no I don’t.”

“You totally do. Dude you’re looking at her the same way you looked at Stacy Sherman back in middle school.”

I groaned, “Can we PLEASE not talk about Stacy Sherman? I’d like to block that dance from my memory forever, thank you.”

Nico just looked between us, confused, “Wait, what happened with Stacy Sherman?”

“Daniel asked her to a dance back in middle school. She said yes, but the night of the dance, she just left him. The whole time, wouldn’t even look at him, it was so fucked up.”

“Wow,” Nico tossed her paper plate in a nearby trash can. “I think I hate Stacy Sherman.”

“You and me both, she was a huge bitch with a capital.. BITCH.”

“Okay, yeah, she was not… the greatest, but I mean, that was the past! That was like… three years ago, I’ve grown as a person. I make better choices now.”

“You do?” Nico spouted out, “Since when? Or has that not started yet?”

I just looked at her. “You are so annoying.” Was all I could say in response to her little gremlin laugh.

I didn’t see Leah again the rest of the night. She had her own group of friends to hang out with, I didn’t wanna bother her. But Jack crawled into our tent that night brimming with interest. “So, you gonna ask her out or what?”

“Dude, I dunno. I really don’t want a repeat of what happened with Stacy, I mean… I don’t know if Leah would do that, but…”

“It’s hard to think about after something like that, huh?”

“Yes! That sucked, like, a lot, and I really don’t want it to happen again.”

Jack settled into his sleeping bag. “Yeah… okay, I’ve made up my mind. I’m gonna help you.”

“You? Help me?” I sat up and looked at him. “Dude, aren’t you like… the king of not confessing to your crush? I mean when are you gonna tell Nico that you–”

“When the time is right,” He cut me off, “But, that is not important right now. You’re my best friend dude. So, here’s the plan. Nico wants to walk the trails tomorrow, so when we’re out, we’ll talk about it, see what we can do.”

I just sighed and looked up at the ceiling of the tent. “Yeah… okay, that sounds good…”

“I knew you’d come around to the idea.” Jack smirked as he laid back down. “G’night, Daniel.”

“Night Jack.”

And it wasn’t long before I was out like a light.

#Hero's Dawn Arc #Daniel POV

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ladypurplejanewrynn · 9 months

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The Wild Side Of Me Chapter 20

Versailles (Audrey Bonnefoy) and Josephine (Ausver child OC) belongs to @queen-of-stoneharts

The sun risen up, this time it was Alfred who woke up first. He took a look at his boyfriend, who surprisingly was still asleep. He looked so peacefully in his sleep. The American decided not to wake him up. He got up and dressed up. When he put his clothes on, he went downstairs to make a surprise breakfast to bed for Tolys. Alice and Feliks were already up, eating their breakfast. "Oh, good morning Alfred. Slept well? Where’s Tolys?" asked Feliks. "He’s still asleep. I guess is the first time he sleeps longer than usually. Normally he always wakes up early. Anyway, I’m gonna make him breakfast to bed. I just hope he’s gonna like it. I know how to cook and stuff, but I don’t think I’m as much good at it as Tolys is." he answered. "I’m sure he’s gonna love it. Just don’t put yourself down like that." said Alice. "Thanks dudette." said Alfred and began preparing the breakfast. After he was done, he went up upstairs. Tolys was just waking up. "Good morning love. Slept well?" asked Alfred. A yawn escaped the Lithuanian’s mouth:"Actually, yes. I slept pretty well." "Anyway, I made you breakfast. Here’s some eggs with bacon, and added fruit salad to it and some tea. I hope you’ll like it." said the American as he handed him the food. Tolys immediately start it eating. "Mmmmmm, Alfred this is delicious." escaped his mouth. "Really? You… like it?" asked Alfred. "Oh gosh, yes. I love it." answered Tolys. After breakfast, Tolys put his clothes on and along with his boyfriend, they decided to go on a small walk close to the house. Tolys put on a disguise just in case if there are people walking by, so nobody recognizes him. "The weather’s nice today, isn’t it love?" asked the American as he turned around to the see his lover with sadness on his face. "What’s wrong?" he asked. "Oh, is just… I’m worried. Now that everyone knows that I’m a werewolf, I wonder what will happened. I don’t wanna be hunt down and go back to that awful place ever again. I just… wanna be treated equally. Without being called a bloodthirsty beast, or any of the other names that we no humans are being called." answered the Lithuanian. Alfred pulled him into a hug:"Everything’s gonna be fine, my dear. I promise you that. To every problem there’s always a solution. No matter what happens, I will be there to protect you from anyone who dares to try and hunt you." "Alfred, I’m so happy that you’re my boyfriend. I love you so much." said Tolys. "I’m happy that you’re my boyfriend as well." answered Alfred. Some days later, Arthur and Francis came with a visit and handed Tolys the potion to help him regain some of his strengths a bit faster. "Just be careful. Don’t drink more than two small gulps each day. Drinking more than that might have some really unpleasant side effects." warned the British. "Like what?" asked the werewolf. "Well, things like massive headaches, possibility of your heart stopping for a few seconds, feeling like your body is on fire in some moments, your limbs going numb for a few hours and hallucinations." answered the sorcerer. "Alright, then I’ll do like you told me to." said Tolys and took two small gulps of the potion. "Don’t worry mon ami. You should regain the rest of your strengths in no longer than two weeks, if you keep going like this." said Francis. So, Tolys did how it was asked of him. He drank two small gulps of the potion everyday, with Alfred making sure he didn’t drink more than that on accident. Everything was going well. Few days later, Feliks and Alice invited the rest of their friends for a sleepover. Everyone brought what they needed and came over. All of them gathered in the salon and watched a horror movie. "Are you sure this isn’t a bit too gory?" asked Audrey, as she let Roderich hold her in his embrace. "Well, duh. Is a horror movie after all." answered Feliks. "We can change it, and watch something less scary if anyone wants." said Alice. "No, is fine. Is just not the genre of movies that I would watch." said the French woman. "Are you sure, love?" asked the Austrian. "Yes, I am sure of it." answered Audrey.

They kept watching. After the movie was finished, Alice went to the kitchen to prepare some more snacks for the night. Rose and Audrey decided to go with her and help. Meanwhile, Feliks along with Roderich and Vash started chatting. Francis and Arthur talked between them, so Matthew joined in the conversation with Tolys and Alfred. When the girls came back with snacks, everyone played truth or dare, but later the game turned into chaos when Arthur and Francis started arguing, and the rest of the group had to break them away from each other. After calming them down and working out the issue, all of them had a pillow fight. The fight was wild, laughters not disappearing for even a moment. After the fight, everyone were exhausted, so they took a break, by sitting next to each other’s on the floor forming a circle. At each turn, every single one of them telling a scary story. After resting for a bit and telling scary stories, they danced on Just Dance. Some dances alone, some in groups from three to five people and duets. The best performance was the one from Roderich and Audrey, doing a romantic dance. But the one from Feliks and Alice wasn’t bad either. Once they were done with dancing, all of them were so tired that they immediately went to sleep. Days passed. Tolys finally regained his full strengths and could turn into his werewolf form again. He still stayed at his friends’s house, as they still thought about what to do with the whole situation. Alfred also stayed by his side, even thought the Lithuanian told him that he didn’t have to take care of him anymore since he was back at his full strengths. But the American didn’t mind and wanted to stay by his lover’s side no matter what. On one day though, he had to work, so he couldn’t really stay with Tolys. Also on that day the werewolf was being really clingy to Alfred. "I’m sorry honey, but I really have to go to work. My small vacations are over and I have to go back. I promise I’ll bring you something nice when I’ll get back." said the blond, trying to calm down his boyfriend. "No please don’t leave. Just stay with me one more whole day." begged the Lithuanian as he started making small wolf squealing noise, not wanting let go of Alfred’s arm. A small chuckle escaped Alfred:"Tolys, I really have to go." It didn’t help. Tolys kept on begging and Alice had to intervene. "It will be alright bestie. While, our boyfriends are at work, we can spend some time together between friends and do something fun." she said. It wasn’t easy, but the Lithuanian finally let go of his boyfriend and let him go to work. The Polish lady went to the kitchen, Tolys joined her. "What are you making?" he asked. "Oh, nothing special. Just some Gołąbki. I promised Feliks that i would make some today." she answered. "Can I help you?" asked Tolys. Alice smiled:"Sure. The more the merrier." "Also it will go faster if there’s the two of us working on it." he said. A small chuckle escaped the girl’s mouth and they got to the cooking. They had a lot of fun together. Once they were done, they ate the lunch. Later Alice proposed him to go shopping. "I dunno, Alice. I know I go out with Alfred for walks, but is just small walks and not too far from the house. What if someone recognizes me despite wearing a disguise?" asked the werewolf. "It will be fine. I’m sure nobody should recognize you under Audrey’s disguise. I mean, nobody recognized us, especially Gilbert when we sneaked up to get you out." answered the redhead, comforting her friend. "I know and I don’t doubt Andrey’s tailoring skills. But what if…?" he started but got cut off by his friend. "You really need to stop overthinking so much. You can’t stress yourself this much. Is bad for your health. I understand that you’re worried and afraid. And I know this isn’t easy and something that you can overcome in one day or a week. Of course it takes time. But you can’t let your fears take control over you. But you’re not alone. You have all of us to help you out if there is an issue you want to talk about, or if something bothers you."

He smiled:"Thanks. But, I’m still unsure about this." A thought came up to Alice’s mind:"What if I would call one of our friends? I could call Matthew since he’s free today." "I guess that would be fine. Alright, go ahead." said Tolys. The Polish woman called their friend. Some minutes later Matthew arrived. Tolys put on his disguise and the three went out shopping. There was a nice clothings store, so Alice dragged the boys to check it out. Honestly, all three were able to find something for themselves. After paying for the clothes, they went for bubble tea. "I’m glad you guys took me with you. If not you, I would probably die of boredom." said Matthew. "Don’t mention it. Beside, you’re part our friends." answered Alice. The chat continued between the two, while Tolys’s was awfully quite. "Tolys? Are you with us?" asked the blond snapping the Lithuanian out of his thoughts. "Yes. Right. Sorry, I got distracted in my thoughts." he answered. "Anyway, me and Alice came up with the idea that after we finish our bubble teas, we could come back home and play some video games together. And we were asking you if you’re in, but you weren’t answering." explained Matthew. Tolys smiled:"Sure. I’m in." After finishing, they went home and played some Super Smash Bros Brawl. Some hours later Matthew had to go home. He thanked his friends for the fun they had together today and left. Later Feliks and Alfred came back from work. When Tolys heard his boyfriend was back, he immediately ran up for hug to him. "Hey honey. Wow, did you really missed me so much?" escaped the American’s mouth. "How could I not?" asked the Lithuanian. Alice went up for a hug to her lover as well, and greeted him with a kiss on the cheek:"Welcome back home, dear. How was at work?" "Honestly, pretty well, pretty well. How about you?" answered Feliks. "Oh, me and Tolys had a lot of fun. And Matthew joined us too." she answered. The two man ate what was cooked for lunch. While they were eating, Alice and Tolys told them about their day. Alfred was really happy that his boyfriend could relax and spent some time with friends today. The next day, Feliks planned a date with Alice, which meant Tolys and Alfred would have the house for themselves for a while. The two lovers were goofing around with each other, until Feliks came into the room. "Oh, hey dude. What are you doing? Aren’t you supposed to go on a date with Alice?" asked Alfred. "I am, just wanted to tell you about something important. You know this date isn’t just some regular date that me and Alice usually go to. I have a surprise for her." answered the Polish and took out a small box out of his pocket. He opened it and there was a a really beautiful, shiny silver ring with a small emerald on top of it. The two men looked at it. "Are you gonna propose to her?" asked Tolys. "Yup, I think is finally the time. I’ll like totally make sure she has a time of her life. Hopefully she accepts." said Feliks. "Why wouldn’t she? Alice is head over heels for you." said Alfred. "I know, but what if she’s not feeling ready yet?" escaped the blond’s mouth. Tolys came up to him and put his hand on his friend’s shoulder:"Don’t worry. I’m sure she’ll accept. And even if she won’t be ready now, she will be later." "Thanks bro. I needed to hear that." answered Feliks. Just as Feliks was about to leave the room and get Alice, she entered:"Oh, there you are honey. Are you ready for our date?" He turned around and faced her:"Of course I’m totally ready. Let’s go dear." Then he took her by the hand and they left. As they arrived to the restaurant, they took their sits and ordered their dinner. The lovers reserved a pretty exclusive place for their date tonight. It was Feliks’s idea, as he wanted to be special. While waiting they were chatting. "You know, the idea of the exclusive place in a restaurant wasn’t a bad idea. I really like it, but even without it I would be happy about the date either way." said Alice. "I know sweetheart, but I like totally wanted it to be special." answered Feliks.

The woman placed her hands on her boyfriend’s cheeks:"Oh Feliks, every moment that I share with you is special to me. No matter if is just us having fun together, if is us kissing or making love to each other, or if it is a serious situation. There is no one to me who’d be as special as you. And there’s nothing that can and will ever change that." Blushes appeared on the Polish man’s face:"I totally feel the same way about you as well." Once their orders arrived, they started eating still chatting and flirting with each other. Feliks took some fries along with some chicken meat while Alice had a huge, well cooked steak and some veggies. When they finished, Feliks got down on his knee and he took out the small box out of his pocket. He opened it, revealing the ring:"Alice Tarczyńska, you make me the happiest man in the world. I’m like totally glad to be your boyfriend and to have an amazing woman like you in my life. Moving in into one house with you was one of the best ideas that we could come up with. But now I want us to be something more than just a boyfriend and girlfriend. Alice, will you be honored and marry me?" A sparkle appeared in the Polish lady’s eyes:"Yes! Oh, God yes! I will marry you, dear." He took the ring and put it on her pointing finger and both shared a kiss on their lips. When they got back home, they shared the news with all of their friends. A few days later, the wedding preparations start it. The food, the cake, decorations, the suit and the gown, invitations. So many preparations. Some days later when Alfred was going back from work, he got a phone call from an unknown number. He picked it up. "Well hello there. Long time haven’t talked to each other haven’t we friend?" said a well known voice. "Gilbert? How dare you call me your friend, after everything that you’ve done you bastard?" escaped the American’s mouth. "Now, now. If I were you, I would keep my mouth shut and listen." said the German. "And why would I do that?" asked the blond. "Because if you don’t, your little sister gets it. And I know how much family members are important to you." he answered. A gasp escaped from Alfred’s mouth. "That’s right. I have your sister hostage. To be honest her boyfriend did put a lot of a fight when we were taking her." said Gilbert, as a small chuckle escaped his mouth. "Rose, Vash. What did you do to them?!" shout it the American. "Oh, the man is fine. He was only knocked out and left where he is. As for your sister, she’s fine. At least for now. So, let’s make a deal. I give her back unharmed, and you will bring me back the werewolf." said Gilbert. "So you can experiment on him and hurt him? Never! I’m not going to give Tolys back at the hands of a monster like you!" he said. "Careful with what you say. One bad step and your sister might get hurt. And you don’t want that. Do you?" Alfred went silent. "That’s what I thought. I would think this through if I were you. If you make the decision, then call me. But honestly, the choice is simple." said the German and hang up. Alfred quickly rushed to Feliks’s and Alice’s house. "Guys! We have a problem!" He shouted "What’s the matter hun?" asked Tolys, concerned for his boyfriend. "My sister… She was taken hostage by Gilbert! And he wants Tolys in exchange in order to get her back!" Alfred answered. Shock appeared on everyone’s faces. "Is he damn serious? Taking hostage your family member like that and threatening to hurt her? That’s a real low blow right now." said Alice. "What do we do now? Obviously we’re not gonna hand over Tolys to him." said Feliks. "First, it would be good if we looked for Vash and took him to the house." said Alfred. "There's no need for that." said a familiar voice. All four looked at the door to see Vash in them.

After explaining everything about what happened while Vash and Rose were walking together, a frown appeared on Tolys's face:"That damn bastard. He won’t back down on doing anything, in order to get me back in that dread place." Everyone nod. "We need to come up with a plan to get Rose back, safe and sound." said Alice. Later on, they called the rest of their friends and they came to Feliks’s and Alice’s house. Then they came up with a plan of saving Rose. They would come in whole group, Arthur would cast a spell to create an illusion of Tolys, to make Gilbert think he’s really here. Then when he would give Rose back, they would run away before the illusion disappears. However, Tolys was little sad cause he also wanted to come and help save Rose, but his boyfriend and friends told him that it is too risky and that they didn’t want him to get captured again. When the plan was put in place, Alfred called Gilbert and planned a meeting with him. It was evening. Gilbert waited in the forest, holding Rose down and had some others Unnatural Beasts Hunters with him, in case Alfred would try to trick him. The poor girl had her hands tied up behind her back, but she was unharmed. "You’re a terrible person, you know that?" asked Rose. Gilbert looked at her:"What do you mean? I’m only doing the world a favor." Anger painted itself of Rose’s face:"By hunting down my friend and trying to take away his freedom and other creatures as well? And why? Because they’re no humans?" A frown appeared on the German’s face, but he didn’t response. Then both noticed Alfred coming up to them, along with Vash and Matthew, with Tolys walking behind them with a mixed up look. Gilbert smiled:"So you weren’t kidding. You actually brought the werewolf like I asked." "Shut your face, bastard. You know damn well you left me no choice, by threatening the life of my own sister." answered the American. "You got what you wanted. Now hand over my girlfriend." said the Swiss. A chuckle escaped form Gilbert:"Not so fast. First hand over the werewolf. Then I’ll hand over the lady." Matthew frowned:"And do we know you’re telling us the truth? How can we be sure you won’t trick us?" "Oh please. I have no interest in the woman at all. The only use I have of her is to make the trade. You give me the werewolf and I give you her back." said the German. Tolys came forward and stretched out his hands to Gilbert:"You're a monster for threatening an innocent person. You know that, right?" The man got out a pair of iron cuffs and bound the Lithuanian with them:"And you’re the one to talk about being a monster, when in reality you are a monster." He cut off the ropes binding Rose wrists and pushed her to Alfred’s direction. She immediately rushed to Vash’s arms:"Oh, I was so afraid that they would actually harm me." The Swiss caressed her cheeks:"Is alright now. You're safe my love." A laugh escaped Gilbert’s mouth:"It was a pleasure doing business with you. Now, I’ll make sure that this one won’t escape ever again. We prepared a special cell for him. Even if you try to come and rescue him, you won’t be able to pass our security system." Alfred looked at him with anger on his face. His stare like he would be throwing daggers at Gilbert:"I hate you for everything that you do. These creatures, and especially Tolys doesn’t deserve this kind of treatment that you and your coworkers give them." The German rolled his eyes:"Yeah, yeah. Are you done talking?" "Yes. I guess, I am." said the American and along with the rest they turned and walked away. Once they were far away, they hid behind a tree where the rest of their friends were hiding. "Alright Arthur, they got the hatch. Rose is safe. We need to go, and quick before the illusion of Tolys disappears." said Matthew. Then they started running toward Vash’s van. As they were getting closer, they noticed that they were chased by Gilbert and some other hunters as well. Then their way got blocked.

"How dare you tricking me, like this?! How is it even possible?! Could it be that you have a sorcerer in your group?" asked Gilbert, slowly approaching the group. Arthur slowly stepped forward:"One of us? A sorcerer? What gives you that idea?" He then quickly reached into his pockets, he threw some small seeds under Gilbert and the some other hunters feet, which soon turned into huge vines, trapping most of them. "We got to go. Quick!" shouted Francis. And they started running anew, knocking down some other hunters on the way. "Those vines won’t hold them for long. We need to hurry." said Arthur. Before they knew it, they got surrounded. "Nice try. But we aren’t going down without a fight." said one of the hunters. "And neither do we." said Alice. Then a fight started. Everyone were fighting. The group taking down the hunters one by one. One of them almost managed to get Feliks from behind, but on the last minute Alice knocked out the guy, protecting her fiancé's back. "Thank you, honey" said the Polish man. "You’re welcome, dear." replied the redhead. As the fight was going on, Alfred got tackled by no one else than Gilbert. The American got pinned down against a tree. "That’s it. This is the last time you get in my way." said the German with an angry tone. Alfred slightly chuckled:"If the life of my boyfriend is at risk, then I’ll gladly do anything in my power to protect him." The blond hit the white haired man’s knee hard enough to make him let go of him. As Gilbert was holding onto his knee, Alfred punched him the face, making him stumble a few steps backward. Gilbert looked at Alfred with his red eyes and rushed at him forming a fist from his hand. The blond managed to caught his fist and push him away for a bit. The German tried to attack again, but Alfred managed to dodge the attack and hit the man in the head with a roundhouse kick. That fight was going into Alfred’s favor until Gilbert took the upper hand and hit him in the face with the elbow. The hunter started beating up the American, while he tried to defend himself. Matthew noticed this. "Holy crap, we need to do something about it. Gilbert will kill him, if we stand by idly." He said to his sister Rose. The girl looked at the situation:"I have an idea. But it will take me some minutes." Then she started to run into another direction. "Rose, wait! Where are you going?" asked Matthew. "Trust me. I know what I’m doing. While, I try to make my plan work, try to protect our brother. I’ll be right back." She answered and left. Matthew tried to approche Gilbert and help Alfred, however his way got blocked by two other hunters:"Going somewhere?" After some moment of fighting, Gilbert hit Alfred really hard in the head, making him slightly bleed from his forehead. The blond could barely fight and was now on his knees. Gilbert stood above him, looking at him with a serious look. Then he smiled:"This should teach you a lesson to not mess with me." He raised his hand. Alfred closed his eyes shut, expecting the get hit, but to his surprise it never came. He opened one of his eyes. Suddenly both of his eyes widened, as what he saw, really surprised him. Tolys stood in front of him, in his werewolf form and caught Gilbert’s hand, protecting him. "Leave. My. Boyfriend. ALONE!!!" shouted the werewolf with a really angry tone. Slight fear could be noticed on Gilbert’s face. He clearly didn’t expect that to happened. Tolys used the opportunity and used his strength to throw Gilbert against a tree. He looked at his boyfriend. "Alfred! Are you alright? Oh god, you’re bleeding. I’m sorry that I couldn’t arrive faster." said the Lithuanian kneeling down in front of the American. "Don't worry. I’m fine. I’m just glad you’re here, love." answered Alfred, as Tolys helped him with getting up. They immediately pulled each other into a hug.

However their joy didn’t last for long. Gilbert approached the lovers from behind and tried attacking both of them, but luckily Tolys pushed Alfred away and dodged the attack as well. "Coming in here was the wrong choice." the German said. "And yet, still I came to help my loved ones." replied the Lithuanian and jumped into attack. Gilbert dodged, however it wasn’t easy due to the werewolf's speed. Suddenly, Tolys got punched in the face, but this didn’t have much effect on him. He used his claws and scratched Gilbert’s arms, leaving his suit a bit torn and revealing a mark that was slightly bleeding. "You should have never messed with me or anyone I care about, Gilbert." said Tolys, lunching another attack, however he missed. Alfred watched the fight between his boyfriend and the hunter. He wanted to help but he felt a little dizzy after the hit in the head he received from Gilbert. As the fight kept going on, Tolys had an upper hand despite the fact Gilbert was using some of his weapons. In the same time, the werewolf was careful not to kill the man. Sure, he wanted to get back at the German for the betrayal but not by killing him. He was better than this. Suddenly, Gilbert used one of his gadgets and shot some ropes and got wrapped around Tolys’s arms, binding them together. "Gah… What is this?!" escaped the Lithuanian’s mouth as he tried to free himself. Then his legs got bound as well and he fell to the ground, with a hard thud. "You foolish beast. Did you really thought I came unprepared? We the Unnatural Beast Hunters are always prepared for any occasions. After all, we can't just let any beast escape from our sight." Gilbert said, slowly approaching Tolys. Alfred run up to his boyfriend, trying to untie the ropes, also taking a protective position when looking at the hunter that was approaching them. "Oh, I see your little boyfriend is still trying to protect you. That’s adorable but also pointless." the German said. "Seriously, what is your problem with other creatures?" asked the American still trying to free the Lithuanian. "What is my problem? Oh, I always saw other creatures as a threat to humanity. They have lots of different abilities that we humans don’t possess. That makes them more dangerous than anyone else. That’s why they need to be put in their place and should not be allowed to live to run free in this world." Gilbert said, while laughing. "I’m not letting you take Tolys away, ever again!" shouted Alfred as he managed to untie the ropes from Tolys’s legs. In response, Gilbert hit the American, making him hit the ground, hard enough to make him lose consciousness. Tolys looked at his unconscious boyfriend with fear. The white haired man was about to grab the werewolf, to only get his hand bitten in self-defense. "Don’t you dare touching me!" shouted the Lithuanian as he got up, and used his whole werewolf strength to tear up the ropes bidding his arms. "You! How dare you to bite me?!" Gilbert shouted and was about to throw an attack, when a voice behind all of them shouted:"Not so fast!"

Gilbert and Tolys both looked at Rose, that was holding out her phone and recording. "Wha-What’s the meaning of all of this?!" asked the German. "While the fight was going on, I hacked into the broadcasting systems. Which means that everything that I just recorded, was also seen by everyone else. They all saw the true colors of the Unnatural Beast Hunters." the brunette lady said. "Whatever. Is not gonna do much. I bet that after seeing this whole broadcast, everyone will support the Unnatural Beast Hunters even more." said the hunter. Rose smiled in satisfaction:"I wouldn’t be so sure about it. I’m receiving so many comments that are against what you’re doing. People have seen what you really are. They have seen that you would go as far as to attack or possibly even kill another human just so you could capture one of the creatures. They have also seen how Tolys was protecting Alfred and on how much he cares about him. In other words, you lost!" Gilbert didn’t want to believe it. However when he checked the news, he was surprised to see it was all true. The Unnatural Beast Hunters lost a huge part of their support. Sure, there were still some people that supported them, but those were most likely those who felt deepest hatred toward other creatures, or those who still haven’t accepted the fact that they are similar to simple human beings. The hunters had no other choice but to back down at this point, leaving the group of friends alone. It was the group’s victory. Some days later, Feliks and Alice had their wedding and got married, finally becoming husband and wife. As months passed by, the support for other creatures was increasing. Tolys finally was able to be his true self and didn’t need to hide his werewolf side any longer. One day when he was coming back from work, he met one of the hunters. "What do you want?" the Lithuanian asked. The man sighed:"Listen. I'm sorry for what happened a few months ago. You didn’t deserve any of this. None of the creatures did. You see, I’m also not just a simple human. I’m actually a vampire. But I used to hid this from the world. And the only reason I joined the Unnatural Beast Hunters was because I didn’t want to be caught. I know that what I did was a coward’s move. And that I should never do such things. I’m sorry." Tolys smiled at him:"Don’t apologize. I think I can understand. Honestly, I don’t think I can blame you for making such choice." Then a question popped out in his head:"But wait. Since you are a vampire, how did you manage to not get caught and also survive? Aren’t vampires supposed to burn in the sun and don’t have their own reflections in the mirror?" The vampire chuckled:"Well,I use special cream to be able to walk in the sun without burning alive. I also used to drink potions to let myself be half human temporarily and have my reflection in a mirror, so people don’t seem suspicious. But I guess I don’t have to do it anymore at this point." Tolys giggled:"I think so too." After the chat, the werewolf got back home. On another day, when Alfred and Tolys planned a movie night just the two of them together at Alfred’s house, someone rang the doorbell. Both men went up to open the door, and in them stood a taller than both of them man, with blond hair and blue eyes, with a serious expression. "Good evening, mister. You are…?" began Alfred. "Ludwig Beilschmidt. I’m the younger brother of Gilbert Beilschmidt. I came here to apologize for my brother’s actions toward mister Tolys Laurinaitis. He barely told me about his job and mostly kept things secret from me. I had absolute no idea of what he did until now. Unlike him, I never thought badly about other creatures. He would never admit that he was in the wrong. I am also well aware that a simple sorry won’t undo those actions that he committed. Is there a way I could possibly repay you for it?" The man said.

"Oh, no. You don’t have to do that. After all you didn’t know. You don’t have to repay me anything. Really. But I really appreciate it." replied the Lithuanian. After Ludwig’s visit, the lovers started their movie night. And some years later, they got married and moved into a house together. They also wanted to have a child together, so they adopted a little girl named Tiara. After all the years that have passed humans, sorcerers and other creatures were finally able to live in peace with each other. Of course, everyone knew there will always be someone who will be against it, but as long as they all stayed together and fought for the freedom of every creature, they knew they would succeed. The huge part of Tolys’s and Alfred’s friends also had children. Alice and Feliks had two kids, an older girl named Monica and a younger boy named Anthony. Rose and Vash had a boy named Aaron. And Audrey and Roderich had a daughter named Josephine. Over the years, the Unnatural Beast Hunters seized to exist, as they turned into Protectors of other creatures. And one day, when the lovers along with their friends and their children were celebrating Tiara’s birthday, while the party was ongoing, a loud knock at the door could be heard. "Huh, that’s weird. I’m pretty sure we didn’t forget to invite anyone." said the American. "I’ll go check it my love. Meanwhile, make sure our precious daughter has the best birthday party in her entire life." the Lithuanian replied and went to check up on the door. Once the door swung open, a look of surprise but then frustration appeared on Tolys’s face. "You?! What are you doing in here? As far as I remember you are not my friend. You never were one in the first place, Gil." he said. Yup, the person at the door was nobody else than Gilbert. "Hey Tolys… Long time not seen. You see, I came here with no ill intentions. I just wanted to say that, well… I’m sorry about how I treated you in the past. I’ve realized I’ve been a terrible person to you and… I wanted to tell you that…" the man began and then suddenly smoke appeared around him. Later on, it revealed a huge white werewolf right in front of Tolys’s sight. "I’m no longer a simple human as well. You see, at that time when you bit my hand in self-defense, you also infected me, turning me into a werewolf and…" he continued but got cut off. "So, you came all the way here because you thought I would suddenly forget about things from the past and forgive you just because now you’re a werewolf as well? I’m glad you were able to understand what it feels like and that you’re trying to become a better person. Truly, I am. While I didn’t have any intentions of infecting you with the werewolf curse, I will never forgive you for what you did to me in the past. Don’t expect me to. What you did, is way too hurtful for me to forget about it. I could possibly die. Not to mentioned you also put my loved ones in danger. And a simple sorry, won’t fix it. I hope I will never see you again. Goodbye Gilbert. Good luck on your new path in life." The Lithuanian said and slammed the door. He came back to the party. "Who was it, my love?" Agreed asked. "Just Gilbert, trying to make me forgive him for what he did in the past. But I didn’t. I don’t want to." Tolys said, his tone clearly showing he was upset. "And you don’t have to forgive him. Is up to you if you want to forgive someone or not. Also don’t let someone like Gilbert ruin your mood." his husband said. Tolys smiled:"You’re right. I shouldn’t let my mood be ruined just because of him." The two shared a kiss on their lips and joined the rest at the party. Finally, they earned their happily ever after.

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