#so the ribbons are all flailing around

[hapinesbuterfiy]

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once you started seeing stanley cups all over your tiktok for you page you were hooked. you went straight to target and bought the light pink 40oz, so excited about your new cup!

today, rafe was taking you to the beach so that you would finally stop making fun of him for "not going outside". once you got the "i'm outside" text you slipped on your pink flipflops, grabbed your stanley, and made your way out the door and into rafe's car.

once you got in the car, you noticed the confused expression on his face. "why are you carrying a pink metal jug around" he questioned, eyeing the dainty pink ribbon tied around the handle.

"it's a stanley cup! they're all over my tiktok feed i had to buy it. isn't it pretty?" you chirped into his ear, looking up at him while taking a sip from the white straw sticking out the top of he cup. "what's the point? just carry around a regular water bottle like a normal person" he scoffed, a confused expression still on his face as he focused on the road.

"rafe! you're such a guy you'll never get it!" you rant, jaw dropped in disbelief over the fact he insulted your cup. "i-" he laughs, rolling his eyes at you. "just don't understand why you need that big thing, baby it's like half your size" he continues to laugh, peering over your shoulder while trying to find a spot in the crowded beach parking lot.

"i have to stay hydrated! it's cute, pink, and has a bow. what's not to like about it?" you continue, flailing your hands around as you argue with him. "s'all i'm saying is that it's impractical. 'm not carrying it either" his voice slowly drifting out as he gets out of the car walking to the trunk to retrieve your bags and beach chairs.

"but rafe! it's heavy and i have to carry my bag" you argue, giving him your best pout. he grabs the cup out of your hand, toying with the ribbon tied around the handle.

"fine, fine, fine i'll carry it. stop with the pout" he scoffs, placing his free arm around you as you walked up the beach.

[unoriginal-and-dumb]

I am doing things I AM DOING THINGS I AM!

Explanations for designs and some head canons below here :3

Infected - Asian-American Autistic ADHD aroace (😈) trans. Yknow Wybie from Coraline? Yea like that but like incredibly annoying. His voice sounds like it’s coming from a shitty mic all the time

Lampert (design by @lucid-daydreaming-art )- Autistic 🇸🇪 ja aroace (😈) funny lamp guy Robots-esque probably kinda talks like baymax honestly, I mean a bit different but yknow, the general idea

(I talk about these 2 enough it’s the others turns)

Poob - I think they are a dumb little critter. They run around and their arms flail in the wind like paper. When they try to clap is makes dog toy squeaking sounds. I don’t think they abide by the rules of physics which is why they are stupid looking ❤️ they have hammer space but it is only for weed related items. The curator of the forever weed brownie, if you will. I think they sound like X from bfb. Aroace (😈)

Pest - literally hates poob because they are small and annoying. Uhhh funky legs because I think he would have funky legs. I stole his eyes because well no real reason, but I think if he was like extra pissed you would see his eyes. Since he is like thief maxxing I do not think he would be wearing anything beyond a hoodie and sweatpants, something trying to be non-assuming I guess. He has hair I think but it is very short no way would he want to deal with that. I don’t have a voice hc for him yet. Aroace (😈)

Bive - she a freakkkkk ehhh. I think she is like freakishly tall, has funny bird legs, raggedy ass scrawny tail, and is constantly covered in hair. Her teeth are kinda just floating on her hair head, so if you punched her hard enough they would just go flying out and she would have to put them back into her head silly girl. I think she is also trans hahaahhahahahaha!!! I think she kinda sounds like ENA from dream bbq, the uhh angry side I believe. Ace (😈)

Split - I gave her dog ears because I think they are cute :) she’s probably like normal ish height Bive is just weirdly tall. She looks very nice and friendly but could probably throw a boulder at you and you will die sowyyyy. Gods most chillaxxed soldier. She gives me kind older lady feelings, even if she weren’t older. I dunno she would be like one of those people who have a comically large purse full of hard candy except it would all be banana flavored. I think she has a slower voice, HAVENT gotten an exact idea for her voice yet but she seems very calm. Ace (😈)

Pilby - I didn’t really add or change their design because I already liked it a lot. I think they are very sweet and kind looking, would make a great plush too but I guess we are not ready to talk about that (YES I am still bitter about it) I think being around them is akin to looking outside a window at an apple orchard while it’s raining a bit. I think they sound a bit like raggedy Anne, based on the creators response too. Aroace (😈)

Spud! - I honestly did not have much come to me for his design, they are just a bit of a funky feller and im not sure how I would add to it honestly. Oh but I do think that they run like an ostrich and it is very scary. Also while drawing I was debating why he had a bow and decided that Gnarpy was like CONGRATZ IN ZURVIVING THE TEZTZ and now Spud! Just has a stupid little yuor did it ribbon. Honestly no clue for voice hc… aroace (😈)

Gnarpy - had a lot of fun with xis design honestly. The redesign reminded me a lot of Stitch so I kinda just shoved that into xim. I think they act a lot like Zim. Like a lot. Probably equally as stupid. I think xis second arms are retractable, like stitch, and xe uses that as a very very shitty disguise that everyone can see right through but just don’t mention because xe seems to be having a good time. I think xe sounds like Four from BFB (the earlier episodes mostly) aroace (😈)

DRRETRO - I think that her head that we see in the game is like a projection of herself, Wagstaff Don’t Starve style. Her body would be like excruciatingly normal besides her head, too. Like go to the hospital and see a nurse, that’s just what she looks like. Very normal, it’s a bit unnerving since her head is that. She’s like those overly friendly posters in a very uncomfortable place type of feeling. She doesn’t have fur either, she’s just a weird cat doctor thing. She acts exactly like Doctor Barber from Flapjack. No voice hc, but she speaks in meows so probably just meowing. Aroace (😈)

Mark - I started thinking about tf2 and Anton blast. Anyway, he is completely made from wood other than the clothes. Beard is carved in, not sure if I got that across in the drawing though. Uh yea I don’t have much I just really like engineer. He wears flannel and a construction vest just like any good law avoiding construction worker. Definitely does not so legal things on his construction sites but does not give two shits about that and also probably would try to employ Lampert when he was younger for free workers (no im not projecting what are you talking about). How on the nose would it be to say he sounds like engineer because I just drew wooden engineer with a beard. Ace (😈)

Wallter - sorry wallter fans I had no ideas while drawing him. I dunno he’s big and he’s cement, so I kept him blocky. Urrrrr he has a can of grey stuff jingle jingle. He is the cement embodiment of that one tweet that’s like “nothing better than a glass of wine, except for maybe #men. #yep #imgay! He kinda seems like one of those lowkey scary bald gay guys who are nice but are also scary and still bald. He’s bald. No idea on voice maybe concrete sliding on asphalt for 10 hours. Ace (😈)

[nejiverse]

HOPELESSLY IN LOVE

Tanjiro Kamado

In which Tanjiro comes back from his battle in the swordsmith’s village. Fem! Hashira! Reader

cw: kissing, tanjiro is so so in love

1.08k words

"Pardon my asking but this is the sixth time you've sighed since we left the village. Is something the matter?", the female Kakushi asked a she tugged on the carriage.

Tanjiro was brought out of his thoughts by the woman's voice and he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly at the fact that she was able to count the amount of times he has sighed.

"It's nothing really...Y/n's gonna kill me when she sees all these bandages", he sulked. He tried to make it so he'd come with minimal wounds and bandages but clearly the demons he was fighting had other plans.

"Ah i've heard a lot about Y/n-san but have never gotten the luxury of meeting her", she responded. "I take it you two are close?".

Tanjiro stiffened and let his hands fall onto his lap in tight fists. "Yeah!", he exclaimed, a light shade of pink creeping onto his cheeks uninvited. "S-she's my girlfriend", he stammered.

They only recently put a label on their relationship and Tanjiro was still very flustered when referring to Y/n as his girlfriend. Everyone found it very endearing though.

"Oh wow I would've never guessed", she chuckled.

Tanjiro smiled serenely and before he knew it, his head was filled with thoughts of her. Her voice that spoke affirmations to him, her hands that always cradled his head when he was upset, her face that if he were to begin telling of her angelic features he would never stop.

"No one would. She's way out of my league", he lightly chuckled.

"Ah! I didn't mean it like that! Y/n-san just doesn't strike me as the romantic type".

Tanjiro's laugh grew louder. "She's really good at pretending, that's why".

Like the time he knew she was feeling sick but she constantly denied it saying she was perfectly fine and went on a mission anyway which ended up with Tanjiro carrying her all the way back. Or the other time she pretended she was fine the minute after a battle when really there was a gaping wound in her stomach.

It was her specialty to say the least.

"But even so I like to believe I survived this battle because of this", he held up his wrist which had a ribbon tied around it that was the same pattern as Y/n's kimono.

Tanjiro shook his wrist around in the air comically. "Are you..looking?", he cocked his to the side cutely. He was still blindfolded so he couldn't see.

The Kakushi woman laughed at his antics. "Yes I am".

He put his wrist down and fiddled with the ribbon. "She gave it to me so I wouldn't miss her but I like to believe it's a goodluck charm more than anything".

He couldn't wait to see her again.

After a while— a long while in Tanjiro's opinion— they arrived at the butterfly mansion.

"Thank you for bringing me back", Tanjiro thanked the Kakushi lady as his blindfold was taken off.

"You're very welcome", she bowed...except she was in front of him.

Tanjiro was curious as to who exactly took off his blindfold for him, and before he could even attempt to turn around, he felt a head rest on his shoulder and two arms wrap around his torso.

He could recognise those hands anywhere.

"Welcome back!", she exclaimed.

Tanjiro gasped lightly, feeling tears prick his eyes but but he pursed his quivering lips to stop them from getting any further.

He placed his hand over her own. "I missed you Y/n..", there was sadness laced in his voice, the happy kind. "So much".

Out of nowhere, Tanjiro grabbed the back of his head with his two hands when he felt Y/n hit him on the head. He turned around to her with a frown on his face.

"But you're an idiot! A stupid idiot! You promised to come home unscathed!", she spoke while flailing her hands around. "And you are very much scathed!!".

"But Y/nn! I said I couldn't keep that promise!".

She inspected the bandages on his chest and around his body. "You look like a mummy", she huffed.

Tanjiro chuckled. "But you know what came back unscathed?", he lifted up his wrist to reveal the ribbon that was perfectly in tact.

Y/n's eyes widened as she felt quite flustered. She couldn't believe he actually kept the piece of fabric safe the whole time he was fighting. It made her happy.

"But why?".

"Hm?".

"It's just a ribbon".

Tanjiro tilted his head with a hum as if the answer to her question was the most obvious thing ever. "Because you gave it to me Y/n".

As if he couldn’t get her any more worked up, Y/n averted her gaze everywhere but Tanjiro. Suddenly the blue sky that’s always been blue was looking very blue today.

She must get her revenge. Since he got her so flustered, it was her mission to return the favour.

She closed what little distance was between them and wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing her lips against his own. Y/n’s eyes were closed but Tanjiro’s were wide open in surprise.

The kiss was long and relentless. She held his body close and used one of her hands to guide Tanjiro’s own to her waist before bringing her hand back around his neck again. He was always very awkward with his hands whenever they kissed.

Tanjiro closed his eyes and savoured the taste and feeling of Y/n’s lips. If words couldn’t suffice, her kiss could. A kiss that said ‘I missed you’, that’s how Tanjiro interpreted it.

Y/n moved her lips from Tanjiro’s to get some air into her lungs but also to get a glimpse of Tanjiro’s flushed face.

He was always so adorable with his half-lidded eyes and pink cheeks whenever they kissed.

Tanjiro hid his face in her shoulder and hugged her tightly around her waist, as if she’d disappear any second now.

She placed a kiss on his head and they both walked back into the butterfly mansion.

“Time for you to rest mister”.

masterlist :)

a/n: tanjiro was absolutely adorable in the last episode I couldn’t help myself

[jobean12-blog]

All Wrapped Up

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,344

Summary: Bucky likes you...he’s shy...but he finally has a way to show it with a special gift. 

Author’s Note: This is all because of that adorable video of Seb at the Ronald McDonald house. He’s so sweet and cute and I love it! Bucky isn’t the best at wrapping gifts, but his heard is in the right spot. I didn’t specify any Holiday here or gift so you can make it whatever you celebrate and like best! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet Daisy @firefly-graphics

Warnings: soft and sweet fluffy fluff 

GIF NOT MINE: Credit goes to my love @maladaptivexxdaydreaming she made this just for me and it’s perfect, thank you so much beauty 💕

“Son of a bitch,” Bucky grumbles as he pulls out the thirtieth piece of tissue paper from the bag.

His hand is sticking straight through the giant hole he made in it and he flails around to get it off.

He continues mumbling incoherently to himself and the commotion draws your attention as you’re walking by to grab a snack.

“Hey Buck,” you sing. “Whatcha doin’?

He goes still as stone and stares at you with wide eyes.

“I thought you were out with Nat.”

“I just got back,” you say and narrow your eyes.

“Huh,” he huffs. “Well…I’m uh…kinda busy.”

He motions to the mess of tissue paper, ribbon, wrapping paper and bows on the table in front of him.

“I can see that,” you say with a wry smile. “Need some help?”

“NO!”

At your surprised face his own features soften and he gives you a sheepish smile.

“Sorry doll. I’m just frustrated and I need to keep this present a secret.”

“If it’s already in a box I won’t see anything and I can definitely help.”

“I know and I appreciate it but I really wanted to do it myself. It’s special gift.”

Your eyes soften at his confession.

“Well, how about this? I was just going to make myself a snack so I’ll be here if you need me.”

He smiles with a nod and discards his latest piece of mangled tissue paper.

“But um…you’ve got some…” and you lift your fingers to his metal arm, carefully pulling out some scraps of rogue tissue paper from between the shifting plates.

“Oh,” he says, his brows furrowed. “Must have gotten stuck when I was trying to put it in the bag.”

You grin widely and try not to laugh, clearing your throat before you spin on your heels and head to the counter.

As you make your bowl of cereal you watch him from the corner of your eye and try to stifle more giggles.

He’s abandoned the gift bag and the tissue paper for the time being and is focusing on getting a bow tied around the box he already haphazardly wrapped. The bow is not cooperating and he finally just rips the ribbon into pieces in frustration.

You quietly walk over and take the scraps from his hands, gently shoving him over with your hip.

“I’m good at bows,” you state.

You take a look at the box he wrapped and notice that several pieces of wrapping are sticking out and uneven so you first grab the tape.

You pull a few pieces from the holder and grab Bucky’s hand, sticking the small pieces of tape onto the tips of his fingers.

“Thanks,” you say as you get to work fixing the wrapping on the box, every so often pulling a piece of tape off one of his fingers.

“There we go. Now it will be easier to put the bow on,” you explain.

His eyes are settled on you instead of the present and it takes him a moment to realize you’re speaking to him.

He quickly averts his eyes and rubs the back of his head.

“Perfect. Yeah. Thanks doll.”

“Do you have more ribbon?” you ask with a smirk.

“Ummm,” he begins, shifting through the mess of things. “Yeah, right here!”

He hands you a new ribbon and tries to focus on your instructions as you explain how to tie it around the box but he can’t help how his eyes drop to your mouth and the way your tongue pushes between your lips when you concentrate.

“How does that look?”

He averts his gaze once again and looks down at the neatly tied bow.

“Wow. That’s great doll. Thanks.”

“Now you know how to do one,” you say as you look for pieces of tissue paper that aren’t ripped.

“Yep! I certainly do,” he says with far too much enthusiasm.

You side eye him before finding what you need and carefully flatten it out in front of you.

“So, tissue paper is finicky. It rips really easily.”

“Yeah,” he scoffs. “I noticed.”

You take the gift bag and open it wide, placing the gift inside at the bottom.

“What colors do you want to use?” you ask him. “Pick two or three.”

He grabs three different colors from the pile and hands them to you.

“I love these! My favorites.”

He smiles in answer.

“So, you want to do one piece at a time and you have to be careful and slow. You also want to shape it a bit before shoving it in there.”

You lift your brows as you give him a knowing look.

“Yeah, yeah,” he says with a smile and a wink.

You show him what you mean and place the first piece of tissue paper in the bag then hand him the next to do himself.

“Now you try.”

He works carefully and slowly and gets the paper in without issue, his eyes lighting up.

“I did it!”

“Perfect Buck! One more to go.”

He does the last one and beams.

“That looks great,” you gush. “Time to fluff it up a bit.”

You take the top of the paper and make it poof out and cover any openings.

“You’re all set!”

“Thanks a lot doll. I really appreciate your help. This looks so much better than what I had going on.”

“I’m sure you would have figured it out,” you smile.

You lean over and place your palm against his chest and softly kiss his scruffy cheek.

“But I’m happy to help anytime.”

His big blue eyes stare widely down at you before he envelops you in a tight hug.

“Thanks doll face,” he whispers.

“I’m sure whoever you’re giving that to will be very happy and grateful.”

“I really hope so,” he says quietly as he starts to clean up.

Before you leave you notice he has some tape stuck to his Henley.

“Oh Buck, one more thing…you uh, you have some tape…”

He looks down at his shirt and starts to pull at the pieces stuck there.

“Shit,” he mutters. “I’m a mess.”

“A really cute one though!”

And with that you disappear down the hallway to your room, completely oblivious to the pink blush that paints his cheeks and the sweet smile on his lips.

The next morning as you’re getting yourself dressed and ready for the Holiday festivities you hear a familiar knock on the door.

“Come in Buck!” you shout from your room. “I’ll be right there.”

You pull up your socks and walk into the living room to find him standing by the couch with something hidden behind his back. He shifts back and forth on his feet and shoves his metal hand through his hair nervously.

“Hiya doll face,” he says quietly.

“Hi Buck.”

“I wanted to, um, wanted to give you something…before the day got crazy and everyone was around…”

You move closer to him, standing almost toe to toe now, and smile.

He pulls the bag in front of him and you recognize it immediately, your eyes bright with emotion.

“Bucky…”

“I hope you like it doll.”

Without warning you launch yourself at him and he catches you easily, wrapping you tightly in his embrace.  

“I just know I’m going to love it. Thank you Bucky.”

You whisper the words into his neck, placing a soft kiss just below his ear before you slide down his chest.

His dark lashes are lowered and his eyes drop to your mouth.

“Do you want to open it?” he asks, his voice husky.

“Mm hm,” you answer as you fingers trace his jaw.

He dips his head, his warm breath fanning your lips before his nose gently bumps yours.

“But maybe first…”

He nods at your words, inching his face closer.

“Definitely this first…”

His lips brush yours in a whispered tease but the moment he hears the small whimper that leaves the back of your throat he deepens the kiss, lining up your bodies until you soften against him, desperate for more.

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[earl-grey-teacake]

Baby!Oscar + Carlando snippet

I have neglected them long enough in my Baby!Loscar AU!

Oscar is about 7 months in this.

Pancakes

Oscar loved solid food. He loved mashed-up sweet potatoes and pasta and everything that Carlos made for him. That also included these warm, squishy brown cakes put in front of him.

"Here you go, Oscar. These are pancakes."

They smelled really good and sweet. They also felt squishy like some of the toys he had. Immediately, he grabbed a of chunk of pancakes and shoved it into his mouth. It was like the first time Uncle Daniel gave him chocolate. With the fervor of a starving man, Oscar shoved more of the cakes into his mouth until the 2 squishy treats were off the plate.

"Uhhhh!" He wanted more.

"Oh, you really liked them didn't you?" Lando laughed, reaching over to wipe his mouth.

However, like an addict, Oscar reached over and took a fistful of pancakes from Lando's plate and shoved it in his mouth.

"Hey, that's mine!"

****

Battery

Carlos's phone-0%

Carlos's iPad- 0%

Lando phone- 0%

Lando's iPad- 0%

Oscar stared at the black screen and the empty battery sign flashing in his face.

"Oscar, you have to let them charge." Carlos tried to coax Oscar away from the charging station.

"uhhhhhh!" Oscar, however, only flailed his arms and legs.

It was his time to talk to Logan. The rule was after lunch, he would take his afternoon nap and once he woke up, he could Facetime Logan. However, his parents got carried away with work so by the time he woke up, everything was out of battery.

"Oscar, they won't charge if you stare at them," Carlos said, carrying the baby away from the wires and wall sockets.

"Lo! Lo!" Oscar reached out and cried.

“I know, I know,” Carlos patted him on the back to comfort him. “Dad and I messed up. We’re very sorry. After they’re charged, you can talk to Oscar, okay?”

****

Stuffed Animal ext.

Oscar wanted to cry. He clung tightly to the wet, brown bear with the blue ribbon tied around its neck. He was practically laying on top of it so Carlos wouldn't take it away.

"Oscar, it's very dirty. We have to wash it." Carlos spoke firmly on the matter.

"Come on, Oscar. We'll give it back right away." Lando said, trying to roll Oscar over so they could get the toy.

No, Oscar could not give it to them. This was Logan's bear and he gave it to Oscar. Oscar had to protect it so Logan could come back.

That reason was sadly not shared by his parents who wrangled the bear from his grip and tossed it in the washing machine.

"WAHHHH!" Oscar yelled as he saw the machine fill up with water and the bear float amongst the soapy bubbles. Oscar stayed there, watching through the glass for the water to drain and for him to get the bear back.

"Oh, is it done?" Carlos walked over and gently picked Oscar up and opened the door.

Oscar reached his hands out for the sopping-wet bear only to have it pulled away from him and tossed in the dryer.

“AHHHH!”

****

All Together

Oscar’s crib was in his parent’s room at the end of the wall. They had tried to have a separate nursery for him but the constant waking up and the anxiety of having their child in another room all alone was too much for their anxiety. Usually, Oscar was great at sleeping, he loved sleeping. You could lay him down, turn off the lights and he would be knocked out in less than 10 minutes. Today seemed to be an exception since it was two hours past his bedtime and Carlos was still unable to put him down for bed. He was relentless in his refusal to sleep and Carlos was running out of options. He was also starting to get very tired due to an early morning.

“Please, baby. What do you want?” Carlos pleaded as Oscar crawled around on the bed and settled on Lando’s pillow.

“Do you want Lando? Do you want Dad here?” Carlos asked as Oscar hugged the pillow tightly before rolling over and laughing.

“Come on, let’s go get your dad.” Carlos picked Oscar up and walked over to Lando’s office where the sound of yelling and laughter could be heard through the door.

Oscar loved his dad’s office. There was so much cool stuff in it and he loved pretending to drive on the sim even if he was too little to actually use it. Lando opened the door and poked his head out, “Hey, what’s up?”

“Oscar wants you to go to bed. He won’t sleep without you.”

“Aww, Oscar. Did you miss me?” Lando cooed, carefully angling his head so Oscar did not appear on the camera. He was always careful about how and when Oscar would show up on his stream. “I’ll wrap it up and go to bed in 5 minutes, okay Osc?” Lando tickled him under his chin, causing him to squirm and turn his head away.

****

Night Driving

Oscar, despite his pickiness and his very early dislike of Carlos, actually liked Carlos. In fact, Lando would argue Carlos was the favorite right now since any attempt to put Oscar down to sleep was met by incredibly loud wailing. Thankfully the apartment had thick walls or else the neighbors would be complaining. Still, it was 1:00 AM and Lando desperately wanted to go to bed. Oscar, however, couldn’t care less what his dad wanted and was more focused on showing off his lung capacity.

“Please, Oscar.” Lando wanted to cry. He wanted to go to bed and nothing he was doing was soothing his poor baby.

“WAHHHH!” Oscar wanted both his dad’s in the room. That was how things always were. Both of them would kiss him good night, tell him they loved him, and then go to bed. However, Carlos was in Maranello which means no good night kiss for Oscar and no “I love you”. How else was Oscar supposed to react knowing that his Papa didn’t love him?

“Okay, let’s try this.” Lando looked up from his phone and grabbed a thick blanket, wrapping Oscar in it.

Oscar looked around confused as they made their way to the parking garage and got into Lando’s car. Lando placed Oscar in the car seat and placed the blanket on him. Oscar was less than pleased. He went from crying over Carlos not being here to being put into a car seat. He hated the car seat.

“Wahhh!”

“I know. I know, baby but trust me.” Lando started the car and pulled out of the garage, traversing along the dark, empty street of Monaco where their only companions were the street lights and the stars above. Lando didn’t know how long he drove but at some point, the crying quieted down and by the time he pulled back to the garage, Oscar was completely knocked out.

"You like the car, huh?" Lando laughed softly as he carried Oscar back to the apartment. "That's good. You're just like your dads."

****

Cheerleader

Lando was training with Jon when Oscar crawled in. He had woken up from his nap on the play mat and crawled over to see what his dad was doing.

“Oh, hi Oscar,” Jon greeted the baby. Oscar wandered in like he owned the place and plopped himself in front of Lando, who was in the middle of doing a set of push-ups.

“Ba! Ba! Ba!” Oscar clapped as Lando finished a set.

“Aw, look you have your own cheerleader.” Jon laughed as Lando lay on the floor exhausted.

“Hi Oscar, did you have a good nap?” Oscar smiled and reached over to pat Lando on the head.

“Aw, look at how encouraging he is. Come on, you can finish two more sets.”

Lando, however, only rolled on his back and groaned. “Ugh! I’m tired.”

Oscar, however, was having none of it and clapped his hands again. He came for a show. He wanted to see his dad do all these cool things Oscar couldn’t do. “Bah! Bah!”

"You want to help?" Lando grabbed his baby and laid Oscar on his chest and started to lift him up in the air.

"Just two sets of this right?" Lando asked as Oscar squealed in delight.

****

If you want more of the little snippets or just want the full story of the snippet, feel free to ask!!! 🥰

[ceruleancattail]

Hey, congrats on the 1k notes :) The butler reader stuff has been really cute, so i was wondering if i could request the Octavinelle boys reacting to the butler wearing a maid outfit? Lol. Maybe they ran out of butler uniforms idk XD Thank you, and I hope you're having a great day :)

Awww thank you anon!

Gender neutral reader (referred to as a butler) in a maid dress

A Change of Attire

おかえりなさいませ、ご主人様

Okaerinasaimase, goshujinsama

Suits and ties.

That’s what you’re used to. Button up shirts, blazers that wrap around your chest nicely, golden cuff links that you polish to a shine diligently every day. The default attire of a butler, formal and dignified.

Not this attire.

Long, sweeping skirts that drag on the ground, catching on stairs, tripping you with every step. Frills that scratch at your neck, a white apron that flutters around with every movement. A prim and proper attire, truly.

Just something you’re not used to. Hopefully, your Master won’t comment too much about it.

Azul

Balancing a stack of documents on one hand was not ideal. Yes, using both your hands would be much more stable, compared to the perilous way the papers were currently balanced on your arm.

Unfortunately, your other hand was busy hoisting your skirt above your knees. The only way to protect yourself from tripping and falling flat on your face.

After a good few minutes of trudging through the winding hallways of Octavinelle, you find yourself in front of that familiar oaken door. Hand closing around the silver doorknob, you pause for a moment.

Your attire wouldn’t pose much of a problem, would it? It was still formal wear, after all.

“Master? I’m coming in.”

You twist the knob, slipping into the room. A brisk pace, before gloved hands free you from your burden.

“Ah, thank you….”

His voice trails off, as the impact of your attire hits him. Azul’s gaze falls onto the ribbon on your collar, lowering to your apron, finally landing onto your skirt.

The papers drop, fluttering as they land onto the ground. You both kneel at once, in an attempt to gather the scattered documents. With the speed you two reacted, there wasn’t much room for accuracy.

Thus, your heads collide, bumping against each other with a dull thud. Falling back onto your rear, you wince, rubbing your bruise. Azul follows suit, wincing from the impact.

Hastily, you lean forward, hands flailing around frantically.

“Master, are you alright?”

Azul waves you off, a faint tint of pink dusted on his cheeks. He adjusts his glasses, before his gaze land on you once more. The pink becomes a deep crimson, spreading across his cheeks.

“Urm… may I be as bold as to… inquire about your attire…”

Now, it was your turn for your cheeks to grow warm. You chuckle nervously, avoiding Azul’s gaze.

“There was… a wardrobe malfunction. This was the only thing available in my size.”

“I see, I see.”

He nods, somewhat absentmindedly. Hands scrambling on the ground, doing something, anything to stop himself gawking at you.

It’s not everyday Azul has the pleasure of seeing you in a dress.

“You… do look enchanting.” A mutter, soft as a feather.

As quiet as his voice was, you heard him. You perk up, looking at him questioningly.

Azul’s head immediately dipped back down, gathering the documents. Doing his best to hide the raging blush burning on his face.

It’s you, after all.

Could he expect anything less?

Floyd

A brisk pace, your footsteps echoing through the mansion. A flustered beat, bouncing off the walls with a certain mockery to them.

Normally, you would stroll through these halls without so much but a whisper. An elegant stride, quick and efficient. Yet with the hem of your skirt catching with every step, it’s hard to maintain your regular speed.

Peering into every room, your frustration mounts with every second. You knew that Floyd Leech generally did whatever he liked. You understood, and endeavoured to serve him anyway you could.

If only he’ll allow you to do so. The man seemed determined to foil you at every step. Floyd never had a habit of reporting on his whims, and that left you rushing around the house, in an over-glorified game of hide and seek.

“Master?” You call out, voice trailing off. Silence greeted you, adding to your frustration. A sigh, before you walk on. You would think someone as huge as Floyd would be harder to hide, but he was rather capable when the mood hits him.

A weight on your waist, fingers closing on either side of it. Raised up by those hands, your feet left the ground, toes dangling in midair. A gleeful laugh, almost childlike rang out, before you’re pulling closer to him.

Your hands rest on his shoulders, holding on for dear life. A pair of half-lidded eyes stare at you, narrowed with amusement. A board grin, revealing rows of pearly white daggers. Your master, Floyd Leech. Carrying you in his arms, holding you high above the ground. His gaze never leaves yours, joy brightening his eyes.

“Lil’ shrimpy has a dress now!”

You had just started to mutter an apology when Floyd tightens his grip around your waist, all but crushing you against his chest. Close enough for your heart to pound against his own, a flurry of heartbeats beating out of your chest.

He starts to swing you, spinning around and around. Skirt flaring up, it ripples around your legs. Almost like a royal’s gown, gliding across the ballroom.

Swinging your arms around Floyd’s neck, you can’t help but laugh. He had that sort of infectious enthusiasm, constantly sweeping you up in whatever whim seizes him.

Not that he can help himself. Shrimpy looks so cute in that dress!

Can’t blame Floyd for squeezing you a little, yeah?

Jade

An elaborately decorated tray of silver. Perching on it, would be a plate of pastries, along with a cup of steaming hot tea. Freshly brewed, with the tea leaves your master favours.

Normally, serving this would have posed no challenge. Laying the tray down with a flourish, with not a single drop of tea spilled. This elegance would be the standard, especially if you’re the one serving.

However, you had a bit of a handicap today. A skirt that seemed content to catch on every single object on the ground, sleeves that squeezed your arms like a boa constrictor, an apron hellbent on irritating your skin…

It’s safe to say, you have no feelings of affection to this maid dress. Or anything of that sort, for that matter. Someone’s idea of a sick joke, perhaps. All your suits were in the wash, and this was the only thing in your size.

Heaving a sigh, the tip of your shoe swung against a door in lieu of a knock. Once, twice.

A faint “Come in” called from within. Permission granted, you let yourself in. Well, not without a struggle, of course. A chuckle, before the tray was lifted from your hands. A pair of mismatched eyes met yours, amusement apparent in them.

Jade Leech, your master.

Well, at least someone was enjoying this. Snatching the tray away from him, you chide him.

“Master, allow me. You shouldn’t burden yourself.”

In one fluid motion, Jade swipes the tray from you, balancing it carefully on a table. He takes a step forward, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. A slight bow, before he offers a gloved hand to you.

“How could I allow such a lovely beauty bear such burdens in my stead? That’s rather improper for a gentleman. ”

“Haha. Very funny, Master.”

A dry reply from your lips. He frowns ever so slightly at your response. Now really, don’t you see what he does? You do look rather appealing.

Sliding forward, Jade snakes an arm around your waist. Taking advantage of your confusion, he seizes your hand. Intertwining his fingers in yours, Jade starts moving. Guiding you across the floor, a gentle waltz.

Do allow him this, hm? It’s not often Jade has the honour of dancing with someone as wonderful as yourself.

[dopscratch]

My Slugcat Designs

gaze upon the glory of my slugcats, i have gone full mollusk :)

feel free to use with credit! also show me if you do hahaha

fun design details/headcanons under the break

edit: find out why they're all tubemammals instead of felines here

All of them are mostly Smooth Creatures, no fur in sight. Also all of their limbs can be retracted into their bodies because slug. They each have a maximum of 3 fingers and 2 toes, though some have none at all. They are all toothless and instead possess radulae. Some have beaks and some don't, but I haven't decided which ones. The hunter is the only one with a confirmed beak. Beaks are all dark in color.

Monk is Tall because I said so. Lonk. Also I noticed its tentacles are slightly larger than survivors. Also I like the tall little sibling thing because it's funny to me.

Survivor is very average all around. Maybe slightly on the short side.

Hunter is squid. That is all (Not really). Hunter is an absolute beast and I really liked the idea of rotating colossal squid hooks instead of claws. Also squid worked really well for its long legs form :) Edit: As its rot progresses, its orangey color fades (read: parts of its skin start peeling off) and it becomes pinker like its ingame sprite until it becomes that sickly pink of Hunter Long Legs!

I thought the Spanish Dancer really invoked the tattered ribbons of the explosion spears. Also I know it's an aquatic slug and Artificer is terrible in water but I think the flailing to swim around really fits it haha. Also its a skunk because of the whole chemical weapon theme.

Gourmand is an absolute unit. It is very round. I don't have much else to say about it.

I love axolotls but they're overrated, so instead of having the gills of everyone's favorite neotenic Mexican salamander, Rivulet is an octopus. It can use the pink tentacles around its face to hide its big silly eyes if its scared. It can also stretch them out to look bigger. the space in between is webbed, just like in an octopus, though the webbing is not always visible when the tentacles are folded back or in a relaxed position. It has suckers on the back edges and can twist the tentacles around if it wants to use them to grab or hold something near its face. Its arms and legs can extend to great lengths but they cannot support Rivulet on land very well so they usually stay short then (or will only push it up a short height). A siphon on its underside lets it move faster underwater and it may spray water with it playfully.

Spearmaster is also very long like Monk. The spears are pulled from underneath the shell rather than straight out of the tail.

Saint is a sea sheep, complete with the silly closely placed eyes. Its "tongue" is just a tentacle. Also it's short. And a raccoon because I just felt like it fits.

Nightcat is a scaly-foot gastropod because I said so. I think that since it's a pretty mysterious creature it can get a pretty mysterious feature, though with a generally basic silhouette.

Enot/Inv/???/whatever you wanna call it is just cuttlefish. A wild, crazy creature whose colors, shape, number of arms, and texture are never consistent. It is dense and will not float well. Usually its tentacles and limbs have a bit of a curl to the ends.

I think a flamboyant cuttlefish was perfect for its design, and I chose a yellow mongoose because a) silly creature and b) it's not actually a mustelid so it kinda fits how incredibly weird this guy is.

and that is all, hope you enjoy my slugcats.

[simplych3rry]

-Drunken Giggles-

Freddy Carter/Fem!Reader  Platonic Crows Cast x Fem!Reader

Description: Freddy takes care of his drunken friend crush after a party

(Request from @opheliaofficial07: Hello, can I request a Freddy Oneshot where reader is a friend of one of the cast members and they get drunk and Freddy takes care of them)

Warnings: drinking, nausea, headaches, vomiting, clubbing

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“And you’re completely sure this will be fine?” Y/N questioned, running her finger along the edge of the gift bag.

“Yes!” Jack exclaimed for the millionth time that day. “He will love it, I swear,” 

“And you’re sure it’s okay for me to come along?” She asked yet again, leaning back against the passenger seat staring at her best friend as he drove.

“Yes Y/N, they all loved you, I swear,” he glanced at her before turning his eyes back to the road. “Now hush before I crash this car,” 

She snickered, rolling her eyes, before turning up the volume on the radio station currently playing as her and Jack sang along to the cheesy pop songs blasting from the speaker. 

Jack Wolfe had been her best friend since nursery she supposed. She couldn’t remember life without him. They had been there for each other forever. He was practically her brother if you thought about it. 

She had been over the moon when he was cast as Wylan Van Eck in Netflix’s upcoming show ‘Shadow and Bone’ and even more delighted when he recently introduced her to his cast mates, which was only fitting as he wanted his new found family his own sister.

They all, naturally, loved her. With her witty jokes and dazzling smile, she was a hit and blended in seamlessly with them despite not even being on the show alongside them. 

Freddy, in particular, had paid close attention to this beautiful girl and couldn’t keep his mind off her since. 

So now, she had been invited to Kit’s birthday party and was freaking out constantly asking Jack for his reassurance that she wasn’t going to be awkward there and that she would be fine. 

It wasn’t that she was nervous about seeing them again, well maybe only Freddy, but she felt like an intruder. Trying to mix in with an already established group.

She watched as Jack reversed into a parking space and switched off the engine, before opening the car door. 

Quickly checking her appearance in the overhead mirror, she grabbed the bag in one hand and her purse in the other before swinging open the door and stepping out into the cool breeze. 

She shut the door behind her with a bang and smoothed down her silky dress. 

She and Jack walked side by side to Kit’s chosen club of the night. The sun was beginning to set and, since it was late October in England, it was already freezing.

“Remember to call a taxi on the way back,” he reminded her, flicking her with his finger.

“Yes, dad,” she groaned, smacking his hand away, laughing

She ran her hands up and down and her arms trying to keep herself warm as they neared the club. 

The line was relatively short at this time so they got to the front fast enough. 

They flashed the bouncer their ID’s before stepping inside. 

As soon as the door shut behind them they immediately lifted their hands to their eyes trying to block out the colourful ribbons of light shooting out from every direction possible. 

Loud music filled their ears as they turned to look at eachother. 

The dance floor was completely packed with bodies already so it was hard to see anyone in this dim light.

Y/N turned to scan the crowd and noticed a certain brunette boy smiling at his friends. 

“Look, there’s Freddy,” she said, raising her voice over the crowd even though she doubted she was heard. 

She pointed in their direction and took Jack’s hand to make sure he followed her. 

She wove her way around several bodies, grinding to the beat, or flailing their arms around, almost spilling drinks, before reaching her intended destination. 

She leaned forward to tap on Freddy’s shoulder but as if sensing her arrival, he turned before she could actually make contact with him.

She did an awkward little half wave with that arm before lowering it.

“Hi,” she said, smiling. 

“Hello," he returned the smile.

She was just about to open her mouth before Danielle crashed into her, hugging her tight. 

“Hi Dani!” She giggled, hugging her back. 

She took turns greeting the rest of the cast in similar fashion before turning to Kit.

“Happy Birthday!” She beamed, thrusting the gift bag forward. “I hope you like it,” 

He gave her a hug and thanked her for the gift and coming along too. 

Just then Calahan and Jack returned with a tray of drinks, everyone turning to grab one. 

Let the party begin.

*****

Somehow, one drink turned into about five. 

Well, six by the time Y/N finished gulping down the glass before joining Kit back on the dance floor

By now she was completely drunk.

As were many of her friends around her. 

Kit and Y/N were drunkenly dancing, Dani and Amita had taken to loudly laughing at every little thing. 

Only Cal, Freddy had remained sober enough, only downing a drink or two. 

Jack had left earlier as he told her he had to see his dog? Or was it his mum? Y/N couldn't remember.

 The alcohol blurred her thoughts together as she continued dancing.

Eventually, she all but tumbled, very ungracefully, into the seat next to Freddy, pacing just one last shot. 

“Easy, easy,” he laughed, warmly, that sound wrapping around her like a blanket. 

She laughed back, looking up at him, captured by his outrageously gorgeous eyes. 

She leaned forward, a bit boldly, to brush away a strand of hair stuck to his eyelid. He blushed at the contact but it was quite dark so she wouldn’t have seen it. 

“Thanks,” he replied but Y/N was already bounding off towards Kit and Dani, who was slow dancing with Amita, again.

He smiled at her dark hair, wildly flicking everywhere and how carefree she looked while dancing.

If only she knew how much he liked her.

*****

“Doing alright love?”

Y/N looked up at the sound of his familiar voice, shivering in the late fall chill. 

“Helloooooooo,” she replied, staring into his eyes and leaning against the brick wall, furiously rubbing her hands down her arms for some warmth but to no avail.

Almost everyone had gone home now but Y/N seemed to have forgotten her phone in Jack's car before they left so she was stuck here, drunk and cold, with no way home. 

“And who's coming to get you?” He asked, looking around at the street as she was alone outside and it was dark, not the safest of situations.

“I c-cant finnnnnd my phooooooneee,” she hiccuped, looking around her bag again even though she had checked like a million times. 

“Oh,” his brows furrowed. 

He couldn’t leave her here alone, not while she was drunk. 

“I can drop you off,” he offered, searching her face for her reaction. He never would have said it if it wasn’t for the way she was shivering, or maybe it was the drunken smile on her face, the way she still looked perfect despite her current situation. 

They had both been dancing around the flames of their attraction, not wanting to ruin their friendship and also completely oblivious to the obvious spark there.

He should’ve just ordered her a taxi but whatever. He cared for her. 

Besides, she probably wouldn’t remember this tomorrow.

She nodded aggressively in agreement and bounded off towards the car park.

He laughed before calling, “Wrong way!” 

She turned on her heel, remarkably fast for someone who was wearing heels, and let Freddy lead them on. 

At some point, and she could not remember when, her feet had gotten so sore she ended up leaning on Freddy, with his arm draped around her protectively. 

She was obviously shivering and he felt a slight twinge in his chest. 

“Here,” he said, shrugging off his jacket, “Wear this,” he draped it over her shoulder so she would at least have some protection.

She sighed in relief and thanked him before hiccuping again. 

He was absolutely freezing but the smile on her face warmed him up just fine.

He sensed the paparazzi would obviously show up soon enough and it was bad enough that Y/N was in this state so he didn’t look around for the occasional flash and focused on getting Y/N to the car quickly before she did something that would end up on tabloids tomorrow.

After what seemed like an age, they finally neared his car, parked in a separate car park a couple of minutes away.

He made her lean against the car frame as he opened the passenger seat for her. 

He helped her in and gently shut the door, making his way around to the driver's side. 

He settled in and slammed the door shut with him, sheltering himself from the cruel cold. 

He rubbed his hands together before starting the engine and turning on the heater. 

He looked over at Y/N who was leaning against the window, smiling, in her own world. 

He gently tapped her on the leg to get her attention. 

“What’s your address?” He asked as she turned around to face him.

She rattled off her address as he keyed it into his sat-nav and buckled herself in.

He slightly raised the volume of the radio station playing so it could fill in the awkward silence as he set down the road. 

“So…” he cleared his throat. “Have a nice night?” He asked awkwardly. 

He wasn’t really sure what to say. 

“Y-yeah,” she hiccuped. “Ffffffabuloussss,”

He laughed warmly as the conversation grew a bit smoother as the journey continued.

Soon enough, they reached her apartment complex as he parked outside. 

He turned off the engine and looked over at her, she was slightly snoring. 

His lips tipped up in a smile knowing that she was comfortable enough with him to fall asleep.

He opened his car door and got out, rounding the car to her side and opening it. 

He nudged her gently, trying to slowly awaken her.

 “Y/N,” he murmured, “we’re here,” 

She opened her eyes and blinked confusedly in his direction for a second before recognition flickered in her eyes. 

He helped her out of the car and blipped it shut behind him. 

They made their way towards the entrance.

“Ugh, I’m g-going to chooooop my f-feet offfff,” she groaned, wincing in her heels. 

“That’s a bit dramatic,” he laughed but bent down and prised them off her feet. 

She practically moaned when her feet were flat on the lobby ground. 

He bent down slightly and stabilised his hand beneath her knee and armpits before scooping her up, not willing to let her walk on the dirty ground. 

She murmured her floor number and relaxed in his embrace and he thumbed the button and the lift ascended up. 

The building was practically silent at this time of night so nobody would see them anyway. 

As the lift doors opened and he stepped out, she pointed to which door was hers. 

He put her down for a moment, her heels still in his hands, as she fumbled around her purse for a key. 

Eventually, she found it and held it in her shaky grip and unlocked the door.

She all but stumbled inside, collapsing on her velvet couch with a ‘thump’. 

He shut the door behind him and placed her heels on the ground. 

He looked around at her flat, while it wasn’t in the best state it definitely suited her, he supposed. 

Chaotic yet beautiful. 

He supposed he should go now, now that she was home safely, but he didn’t really want to if he was honest.

“Well, night then,” he waved, turning around to the door. 

“Wait,” she exclaimed and shot up on the couch holding out a hand. 

His eyebrows furrowed and he turned around facing her. 

“Ssssstay, p-please, don’t l-leeeeeave me aloooone,” she slurred, clasping her hands, begging. 

“Are you sure?” He asked, uncertainly. 

She was drunk and wasn’t thinking right. 

“Yes!” She gasped as if it were the most obvious thing on this planet. 

He nodded and turned around towards the door again. 

“Wait! W-where arrrrreeee you goinnnng?” She hiccuped. 

“To lock the door,” he laughed, turning the key and hearing the satisfying click. 

She sunk back into the couch and just lay there. 

He laughed as she started snoring softly again. 

He pushed open a door which he was correct in assuming was her bedroom. 

The sheets slightly ruffled as if made in a rush, an overflowing makeup case strewn on her desk, clothes hanging from railings. 

He pulled back the bedsheets and went back to the living room and scooped the sleeping beauty up. He lay her onto her bed, taking off the jacket, and pulled the duvet over her. 

He supposed her dress wasn't the comfiest thing to sleep in but he didn’t want to invade her privacy like that. 

He grabbed the water bottle beside her bed and filled it up with fresh water for her incase she woke up thirsty. 

He also dragged a bin beside her incase she threw up. 

He smiled softly to himself as she had already made herself comfy in her bed. 

He flicked off the light and shut the door, leaving it fractionally open. 

He looked around for a couple minutes before he found a spare blanket and he made himself comfy on her couch. 

He lay awake thinking of the day's events and what led up to this before sleep began to overtake him too. 

His eyes flickered open and shut as he listened to the sleeping girl in the other room, his breath subconsciously matching hers.

*****

“Bleuch,” she heaved into the bin.

Perfect start to the morning really.

She’d woken up with a pounding headache, the driest mouth, the sorest throat and the most aching body ever. Not to mention the nausea that had been rolling around her stomach since she’d finally gotten to her senses. 

God, she was never drinking again, she thought as she spewed into the bin again. 

Then she heard footsteps approaching her bedroom and she got confused.

Then flashbacks of last night hit her. Oh. It was Freddy. She had asked, no, begged him to stay. Fabulous. She threw up again.

The door tentatively opened and Freddy poked his head inside. 

When he saw that she was leaning over the bin, he stepped fully inside and rushed over to her.

“Are you doing okay?” He wrinkled his nose at the stench of vomit. 

Without lifting up her head, she gave him a thumbs up before falling back against the bed. 

“I am never drinking again,” she stated, voice hoarse. 

Jeez, how much did she actually drink to be this hungover.

He snorted, “How are you feeling?” He asked, but she instantly shushed him and he forgot how loud he might sound to her. It felt like a jackhammer drilling into her skull. “Sorry,” he whispers.

“Like I’ve been run over. By a truck,” she groans. Wincing, because everything hurt.   

He went over to the window and pulled the blinds up about a quarter way, so the room was still dark enough, then opened the window to get some fresh air in here. 

“Why don’t you go shower?” He mused, seeing her rumpled state. Hair matted to her forehead, face pale with nausea. 

“I think I’m just going to wait here,” she winced, eyes shut. 

“For what?” He scrunched his nose in confusion.

“Sleep? Death? I don’t know,” 

He chucked before telling her again: “Go on, shower,”

“That’s if I can even stand,” she muttered before weakly swinging her legs over the bed frame and pushing herself up, grasping onto her headboard. 

Freddy stepped forward, grasping her arms and helping her up. 

He wrapped an arm around her and helped her hobble to the bathroom.

She smiled at him gratefully and locked the door as he stepped back. 

She heard his retreating footsteps and she limped over to the sink and almost had an aneurysm at the sight in the mirror.

She looked dreadful. Her eyes widened alarmingly. How hadn’t Freddy ran away yet? 

She groaned quietly. Her eyes were so bloodshot ,that it was genuinely scary, which stuck out even more on her extremely pale face. Her hair was matted in all kinds of ways which made her wonder if she would ever be able to detangle it. Her makeup was smudged and sticky and her party dress was all rumpled. 

She stripped off everything in record time and practically cried in relief when that cool water hit her skin.

Meanwhile, after he had cleaned out her bin and replaced it, Freddy set to making breakfast for them. He had settled on a simple avocado on toast for Y/N seeing as she couldn’t stomach much anyway. 

For himself, he decided on scrambled eggs and started making them. 

The eggs hit the pan in a sizzle and he started to smile to himself as he heard Y/N humming in the other room, sure it was tuneless and random but he loved seeing her comfortable around him.

As he plated the eggs and placed them on her small dining table, he heard the shower turn off and the bathroom door open.

He scoffed down his breakfast in record time, not haven eaten dinner from the night before. 

When he finished he washed his plate and left it in the rack for drying. 

He gave her a few more minutes before picking up her breakfast and walked to her bedroom door. 

“Come in,” she said, voice hoarse. 

He opened the door and crossed over the dim room to her bed and lowered the plate beside her.

“I’m not hungry,” she sighs.

He frowns before raising his eyebrows, “You need to eat,”

“No,” 

“Yes,”

She stuck her tongue out at him before grabbing the plate and taking a small tentative bite. 

Then she let out a soft sound of pleasure: “Oh this is so good,” she moaned, crumbs dropping to her bed frame which she brushed away.

“Stubborn woman,” he muttered, smiling.

“What did you say?” She raised her eyebrow.

“Nothing, nothing,” he chuckled, and felt himself blushing. 

“Better be,” she smiled back, heat creeping up her face, invisible in the dark room. 

*****

They were both sitting on the sofa watching a movie, despite Freddy’s half hearted arguments that he should leave now, when someone knocked on the door. 

He placed his empty soup bowl on the table. 

Freddy looked at Y/N before he got up and walked to the door.

Y/N paused the TV and turned her attention to the door, curious to see who was there. 

Freddy pulled it open, only to find Jack standing there. 

“Oh,” Jack gasped, double-taking over Freddy’s frame before his eyes widened. “Hi,”

Freddy’s face went red, not expecting any of their friends to see them like this.

“It's not what it looks like Jack,” Y/N tried to call but her voice cracked half-way through the sentence. 

“I’m here to drop off Y/N’s phone,” he explained, handing it over to Freddy, amusement lighting his eyes, this was unexpected. “She left it in my car,”

“Thanks,” Freddy smiled, not knowing what else to say at this moment.

“Well I’ll leave you guys too it,” he smiled, waving them both goodbye and instantly pulling out his phone as he started down the hall, no doubt to tell the group. 

Freddy waved him off awkwardly and shut the door behind him. 

He turned back to Y/N sniggering on the sofa like a child. 

“Oh shut up,” he rolled his eyes, handing her her phone back.

“You look so embarrassed,” she laughed.

“I'm not,” he countered, laughing along with her. 

She pressed play on the movie and they both settled back down to watch it.

Eventually, she had shuffled right close to Freddy, leaning against him with his arm around her. 

She looked up at him and whispered in his ear even though there was no one around. 

“Thanks for nursing me back to health,” 

He looked down at her face and pushed a strand of hair back, smiling back. 

“Anytime,”

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So its finally written!

Thank u very much for the request and I hope I did it justice.

Please reblog and comment for what other fics you would like to see! (Check out my first post for characters I write for)

Have a fabulous day/night and thank u for reading!

Xo

[ask-eden]

Eden shuffles back a bit from Dysnomia Eden: I cant... handle any more of you guys... Eden flails a hand around overdramatically Eden: BEHOLDER NONSENSE.. Dysnomia: OH if you think that THIS is "beholder nonsense" then we are certainly going to have SO much fun together <3 Eden: HhHHHHH Goddess: ENOUGH of your JIB and JABBING. Dysnomia: Were you trying to say jibber jabber Goddess: It is time to EAT. Dysnomia: I think you were and are too embarrassed to admit it. Goddess: ENOUGH. It is time for BREAKFAST. Goddess turns and walks off suddenly, allowing time for Eden to lean in towards Dysnomia Eden: HOW CAN WE TRUST HER... I M-MEAN I DON'T THINK I EVER WILL Dysnomia: Yeah. Like what kind of breakfast could she be getting us. We are in the middle of nowhere. I doubt there is a IHop around the corner Eden: THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEAN- Eden is cut off as Goddess comes back, dragging something rather large. She lets out a huge huff and tosses the massive object down in front of them both. Goddess: Eat up.

Eden holds a paw over his mouth and leans away, avoiding eye contact with the corpse Dysnomia prods one of it's wings with a paw, disgust on his face. Goddess sits across from them, puzzled Goddess: Is something the matter? EAT! I even drained all the blood for you both and you turn your nose up at it? Eden struggles to choke back gags as he speaks Eden: P-PLEASE TELL ME... THIS... THIS UNIVERSE H-HAS.. bLeugh.. F-FERAL POKEMON.. anD THIS ISN'T J-JUST.. SOME GUY... P-PLEASE TELL ME THAT... Goddess: What is the cat one saying. I don't understand. Dysnomia continues to prod the dead fearow with a ribbon, looking up at Goddess Dysnomia: He's asking if this was a feral fearow. Do you have a difference between feral and sentient pokemon in this universe? Goddess: I've never heard of a difference such as that. We are all the same here. Eden: OH GOD IT WAS A GUY WASN'T IT.. THIS IS JUST A GUY SHE JUST KILLED A GUY AND WANTS ME TO COMMIT CANNIBALISM Dysnomia quickly covers his mouth and looks away with tight shut eyes Goddess suddenly lifts her head in a uproar of laughter Goddess: IT IS I WHO HAS GOTTEN YOU NOW, SYLVEON! HOW DOES IT FEEL TO HAVE BEEN GOTTEN! I TOO CAN MAKE A JOKE. The jolteon continues laughing as the two boys watch with irritated expressions Goddess: Of COURSE it was feral. You two BAFFOONS. Now shut up and EAT YOUR FILL. Dysnomia: That was a bitch move. You almost made me THROW UP. Goddess: Sore over being GOTTEN by me? Dysnomia: Stop SAYING that!

[shares-a-vest]

Christmas Night, 1996

Eddie pads into the living room and sighs. 

"No, no, no, no!" he stage-whispers to himself as he heads for the couch.

Steve is already asleep, quietly snoring on the couch that he’d made as a makeshift bed for the night - arms folded over himself, leg hanging over the edge. Eddie rolls his eyes, thinking he should have known better, he was always going to doze off the second his pretty head hit the pillow (or couch cushion). And of course, he wasn’t under the covers, nor had he removed his glasses and hearing aid.

He must have dozed off after seeing their daughter, Joanie, to bed. She crashed completely after a Christmas Day filled with far too many presents and endless food. Coupled with the excitement leading up to Christmas and a very sleepless Christmas Eve, Joanie was fast asleep, unlikely to stir until late tomorrow morning (at least, late for her endless toddler energy).

Thankfully, their three-year-old had gone off to bed without a fuss, her only request being that Wayne’s blow-up mattress be in her room (which her doting Pa unquestionably agreed to). Steve had insisted that Robin and Nancy sleep in their freshly-made bed, hence the couch set up. They were finally sleeping too after a late phone call to Mike where the pair (quite tipsy) teased him for falling for hosting the Wheeler parents for Christmas.

Eddie perches on the edge of the couch. He can't help but run his finger along Steve's jawline and smile. Ever the light sleeper, Steve huffs, his breath puffing his fringe as he squirms around.

"Steve?"

"Mhmmf."

"Stevie, sweetie," he coos, brushing his hair from his face. "Sugarplum, muffin, honey-baby-sweetums."

Steve whines before his eyes shoot open.

"Eds," he says, panicked.

"Hey, it's alright," he whispers, holding his arms to stop him from flailing about with worry.

"Well, why did you wake me up?" he whines, sounding exactly like Joanie after waking up from dozing off during car trips. He attempts to roll over so he's facing the back of the couch but Eddie stops him, placing his hand on his shoulder.

"But, Steve - "

"What is it?" he insists, settling on his back and looking very tired. And grumpy.

"Stevie, I can't wait, I'm going to lose my mind over here," he laughs nervously, rubbing his palms on his sweatpants.

"Eds, I'll have to take a rain check on your naughty present. I'm too tired. Plus, we are sleeping on the couch - "

"Which was your idea!" he retorts.

He can’t help himself - arguing the point about the Christmas sleeping arrangements. He’d always considered himself a chivalrous gentleman but drew the line at being personally inconvenienced. He tugs on Steve’s sleeve, eliciting a series of grumbles as he slowly moves to sit up with Eddie's help. Eddie straightens up his glasses and grabs the spare blanket they'd set aside for themselves from the foot of the couch.

"You stay here, all cute and snuggly," he says, tucking the blanket tight around a frowning Steve before cupping his jaw and kissing him softly.

He resumes his seat after retrieving what he needed (tucked away in his work bag, the last of many hiding spots) and smiles. Steve looks him over, wide eyes glistening in the lights of the Christmas tree as he starts breathing heavily. Eddie realises he was probably expecting him to come back with his acoustic for some Christmas night serenading.

"Steve Harrington," he begins, holding out a small black box with a gold ribbon.

Steve looks down, letting out a sobbing gasp. He pinches his nose like he always does when he's trying not to cry. But it doesn't work. Tears fall and he removes his glasses as his bottom lip wobbles. He stares at the box in Eddie’s hand for a moment, eyes reddening as tears fall.

"Don’t cry, darling," Eddie soothes, brushing a hand through his hair again.

"I cry about everything these days, Eddie," he chokes before taking a deep breath and exhaling shakily through his mouth.

"Steve, it goes without saying," he chuckles as he fumbles to untie the ribbon and open the box. "Will you marry me?"

Steve just hurriedly nods and gulps. It isn’t perfect, but Eddie needs to comfort him real quick, so he takes Steve’s left hand - with a yank and a tight grip more than anything graceful. The ring is a simple gold band with their initials engraved on the inside, nothing too flashy. Steve still enjoys toying with Eddie’s rings but he only ever wears them as long as they are seated side by side and he is fidgeting.

"I didn't think you were going to do this," Steve says quietly through sniffles. "Or else I would have!"

"Beat you to it, big boy."

"I just figured," he starts, slumping back on the couch. "We can't legally get married..."

He shrugs and chews his lip. It's not like they haven't talked about marriage. And Steve's still a little old-fashioned with some things so Eddie knows he desperately wishes they could get married for real. Especially after they had Joanie.

"Since when do we follow rules?"

Steve extends his hand and looks the ring over. His sniffling starts up again.

"And we've broken a few laws," he says, gulping back tears.

"Hmm, yes, I recall."

Steve chuckles and pulls at Eddie to sit on his lap. He nuzzles into his neck and giggles.

"Why did I insist that Nance and Robin take our room!" he laments, voice muffled.

"Ha!" Eddie says, clenching a fist in victory. "You admit it!"

Steve kisses him, probably to shut him up and not wake the rest of the household.

(this was technically a sequel to THIS fic, but seeing as I ended up writing a quick little ficlet, it wasn't crucial to read so I'm just linking at the end 🎄🎄🎄)

[2-sleepy-for-this]

Little Ribbon Dancer

Howdy folks! Here is a lil oneshot to get me back in the swing of things. :)

This is just a thing for @crustysoapbubbles, you requested this a while ago, sorry it took so long, I’ve been all over the place. Hope you like it! Some groovy Gangle G/t angst :D

tw ~ falling, fear, unintentional fearplay, minor self depreciation, Kinger shenaniganary Word count ~ 1k

When Gangle woke up in the morning, the last thing she expected was her bed to be like a vast expanse of fabric around her. In fact, her whole room was gigantic to her… 

What kind of nightmare…

Gangle suddenly gasped. This was too real to be a nightmare, and it seemed like it wasn’t her room that grew.. she shrunk.

The ribbon character started to panic, breath quick and uneven as she looked around. The constantly worried eyes of her mask seemed appropriate for this situation.

What would she do? There wasn’t much she could do at the moment… maybe find Caine?

With trembling ribbon limbs, Gangle stood and looked over the edge of her bed. She saw the drop to the floor was long… and even though she knew cartoon physics wouldn’t let her get seriously hurt, she still felt terrified of the drop. 

However.. she noticed how on the floor next to the bed there was a pillow, one of the five that she didn’t use much that had probably fallen off the bed in the night.

This would be scary… but there wasn’t another option, so Gangle walked to the very edge and prepared to jump…

Only to attempt to chicken out at the last moment. But the momentum of the running start caused her to fall anyway with a startled yelp. 

Fortunately, she landed on the pillow anyway and was only mildly disoriented. 

Looking around, she saw that the door had a crack under it big enough for her ribbon body to fit under.

By the time Gangle made it down the hallway of bedrooms, she was completely out of breath and tripping over her own feet. Finally, she took a moment to catch her breath, and that’s when she noticed the familiar form of a royal-looking chess piece. 

Kinger seemed to be staring, dissociating most likely, and not paying attention… he would be a good help in finding Caine…

Gangle ran over to him, yelling out his name but soon realizing that he couldn’t hear her, whether from the dissociation or her size change, she didn’t know.

Regardless, she still tried waving her arms around to gain his attention… and she almost regretted it when she did because immediately his eyes were blank and looking at her in a way she thought was much more intimidating while she was the size of a hand.

Kinger gasped loudly and suddenly, staring down at her with wide eyes.

“Part of an insect collection…”

He muttered under his breath, one of his disconnected hands reaching out to grab Gangle. She let out a squeal of fear and covered her eyes with ends of her ribbon hands. She was grabbed by the giant hand and lifted up high into the air, only to a normal sized person it was only a few feet off the ground. 

The grip wasn’t tight though, not to her flattened digital body of ribbon, and once the hand stopped at kingers eye level, it opened, leaving Gangle sitting in his open palm as he inspected her.

“K.. Kinger! It’s me!”

She spoke up with very little confidence, her arms practically tied together with how much she nervously fidgeted with them. 

There was a pause, of Kinger being frozen and silent… Gangle knew what was coming.

A sudden scream came from the chess piece character as the hand she was on flailed at a high speed, she was wrapped around his thumb for dear life… 

She squealed in fear as she was flung around while Kinger continued to scream.

“Stop! Stop- wait!”

As her tiny voice yelled, Kinger paused and brought his hand up to his face in surprise, his constantly wide eyes staring at her in curiosity and confusion.

“Oh, Gangle. You startled me…”

He sounded exasperated from the screaming. She was still shaken up from the unexpected flailing… though Gangle supposed she should have suspected that considering startling Kinger was never a good idea.

“Uh.. sorry, Kinger.. I-I don’t know what happened to me”

She sounded like she was on the verge of tears. Without her comedy mask, that’s how she always felt. Small. Sad.

Only now that was literal.

“Hm… well, maybe it was your mental perception of yourself losing your mask, causing you to feel mentally small, turning you physically small.”

He spoke with a surprising amount of sense. Gangle stared at him for a moment.

“You mean… my digital form matched my mind…?”

“…. Your what?”

Immediately Kinger went back to his own strange mental state, forgetting everything he had just said. Gangle sighed and decided not to bring it back up, instead wanting to focus on her original plan.

“Just… can you take me to Caine?… I-I don’t.. like this.”

“Right, yes, of course!”

He made his way around the circus tent, searching, while also keeping his palms cupped against his royal cape. They continued like that until eventually they spotted the AI ringmaster dusting the ceiling of the tent upside down. After calling his name once he was levitating in front of them, his boisterous voice boomed.

“Well, hello Kinger! Any particular reason for disrupting my cleaning duties?”

The chess piece held up his hands. Gangle stared up at Caine with an apprehensive look before muttering.

“H-hi… can you fix this..?”

“Well, let’s see…”

Caine inspected the tiny figure, a hand where his chin would be if he had one.

“A glitch! Simple fix, Gangle! There!”

He snapped, and suddenly Gangle was normal sized again, causing Kinger to scream again and drop her. She dusted herself off and looked down at herself. She didn’t expect it to be that easy….

“Hey… Caine… could you also… f-fix my comedy mask..?”

She asked hopefully, wanting her other face fixed if Caine had already helped her once so simply.

“Hm… No! But… An adventure will cheer you up!”

Gangle gave a saddened whine as a collection of groans sounded throughout the tent, signaling that the others had heard the unfortunate words of adventure.

Maybe next time.

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thanks for reading! Any more prompts for one shots are welcome! I may do a list of fandoms I’ll write for soon :)

Tag list: @da3dm @i-am-beckyu @lunar-but-little @phoenix-on-the-run

[missamyrisa2]

A ticklyyyy gift~

From a veryyyy lovely darling follower on dA, Zarieth80. I'm just mmmhh~ a meltttted messs~<33 thank you sooo much~

Merry Christmas Miss Amy! I've always loved your ticklish teases so much and so I wrote you a little tickle story for you as a Christmas present.

It's Christmas Eve, I come into the bedroom to find you loosely tied up with Christmas ribbon, spread eagle while lying on the bed, loose enough for plenty of room to wiggle, but tight enough you couldn't possibly escape or really protect any of your ticklish areas. You look so cute with your little skirt and your shirt riding up exposing that belly of yours. There's a tag on you to not open until Christmas. "Oh? What is this? A perfect little tickle toy for Christmas?"

I walk around to your feet as you crane your neck to see what's coming. "Let's get rid of these socks you won't need them anymore." You scrunch your toes anticipating what's to come, then jolt your foot as a feather delicately strokes up your sole. I drag it up the length of your foot to your toes and begin dragging it and flossing it between your toes. You scrunch your toes hard, twitching as a ticklish smile sneaks on your face.

"Aww you like this." I tease, beginning to dance my other hand on your other sole. You try to suppress your reaction, but a ticklish giggle slips through here and there, each time I increase the intensity of the assault on your feet. Twisting the feather around between your toes, scratching at your arches and soles. Your ankles are loose enough you desperately try to kick away, but tight enough you can never escape. Maddening with the illusion you can get away.

You wiggle your body trying to pull your feet away to no avail. When suddenly the tickling stops. You settle for the moment, catching your breath until a cool liquid is poured over your feet. I gently massage it in as my fingers slide with ease over your skin. You close your eyes and let out a relaxed sigh.

You jolt your eyes open when a hairbrush is dragged across your left foot. The oil massaged in lets me rub it back and forth quickly assaulting your entire foot with its bristles, and even worse the oil makes your feet all the much more sensitive. It's too much, and your composure breaks. You let out a ticklish yell desperately trying to pull your foot away. "Ah-ah, no getting away. You're mine."

Switching back and forth between your feet, never giving a moment's rest, the hairbrush drives you crazy. I mix in my fingers so you can't get used to a pattern. You flail and wiggle in the restraints for any escape. You gasp and squeal in a beautiful ticklish song begging for it to stop. "What was that? I couldn't understand you. You want more?" I tease as I brush under your toes.

The tickling stops again. I set the brush down and climb on top of you. Straddling over your hips. I feel your princess wand under your skirt. "Aww is someone liking this?" I give your belly a few playful pokes as you blush trying to turn away to hide your face.

I hold up a blindfold. You look up at me with pleading desperate eyes as sweat has started making your hair cling to your forehead. I lift your head up gently and tie the blindfold around as everything goes dark. You still feel me on top of you and twitch every few seconds anticipating where the next tickle will fall. You scrunch your toes as even the air makes them tingle at this point.

You let out a small scream and force your eyes shut as my fingers descend on your sides. They dig in with tortuous precision, dancing up and down on every rib. You can't help but burst out in screaming laughter as you buck your hips to try to knock me off, but I don't lose my place and tickle your sides even faster. As you buck around your wand rubs against me with each attempt to escape. Your arms pull at the ropes tied to the bed frame, letting you almost reach me to save yourself, but just barely out of reach, unable to cover your exposed ticklish spots.

You open your eyes to try to see if you can wiggle away, only to see the darkness of the blindfold. The desperate panic sets in as the tickling on your ribs continues and my other hand reaches over and surprises your poor recovering feet. You let out ticklish giggles, screams, laughs, begging, and leave yourself gasping for breath. No mercy is given. The tickles across your body seem inescapable as you tire yourself out from flailing in vain.

I feel your princess wand really poking through your skirt at this point. "I can tell you're loving this." I pull your skirt down and watch you shyly blush beneath the blindfold as your hardening wand gives you away. A soft moan escapes your lips as a feather dances up your shaft spinning in circles around the royal tip. "Tickle tickle, Amy. I know you've been getting so excited. Lets give this princess wand the attention it deserves. Feel that feather? Aw you like that, is this spot sensitive? How about here?" My other hand gently begins sliding up and down your ticklish secret spot, and I find that one most sensitive spot with the feather right under the tip. I stroke faster and flick the feather quicker as you squirm from the ticklish over stimulation. "Aww that's it my little tickle toy, give in. Give into that ticklish feeling and give me some Christmas fireworks like a good tickle toy."

As your hips start wiggling in rhythm with my hands and you start letting more giggling moans sneak out, getting closer to that ticklish edge, I drop the feather and tickle underneath your poor ticklish member. I tickle at your royal princess jewels with devilishly fast fingers. Keeping the same pace with my other hand stroking that sensitive wand of yours. You try to escape by moving your hips, but I'm still mounted on them pinning you, to barely be able to move. My hands follow you every move with pinpoint accuracy, and cause you to buck your princess wand into my hand as you wiggle trying to escape. "Aww where's the fun if it's that easy? You have to earn your gigglecum." I bring my lips close to your royal tip and give it a gentle blow causing it to throb between strokes. "That's it, we're getting so close now my little tickle toy. Give me that sweet tickle cum. That's it. That's it." Right as you let go and give my that intense ticklegasm, I put my mouth over your princess tip, while continuously stroking your shaft and tickling your princess jewels. My tongue dances on that one sensitive spot on your tip while you gigglemoan and give me all your ticklish milk. As you finish I take the whole of your princess wand into my mouth before lifting my head up.

"You're trembling my little ticklish present. Did I tired you out? You're so sweaty from just a little tickling" I gently, slowly trace a finger on your belly while teasing you as you catch your breath still in the darkness of the blindfold. My fingers start tapping on your ribs causing you to jerk away. "Did you think you were done? Your tag says not to open until Christmas morning. I still have plenty of time with my favorite tickle toy." I lay my head on your exposed belly lying almost flat over you. My fingers slowly pick up the pace. "Oh I bet you're even more sensitive now after that. Let's find out just how sensitive you are."

Before you can protest you feel my lips press on your belly and I blow a ticklish raspberry synced with my fingers devilishly going to full speed on your poor sides. Your body is immediately pushed over the edge of sensitivity after your ticklegasm. Your laughs are desperate and ticklish tears begin forming under the blindfold.

My fingers climb up your sides slowly approaching your armpits. The ticklish fear builds up in your stomach as they get closer and closer. You try to turn to the side to spare one of your armpits, but my hands follow your movements. You plead and laugh in total helpless ticklishness. They get closer and closer until they're at the very top of your ribs. Then suddenly they stop tickling. They pull away. You wiggle in anticipation waiting for the ticklish torture to begin on your exposed armpits. Your entire body trembles and twitches.

You scream as my hands both descend on your exposed belly instead. Half ticklishness and half surprise you let out the most pathetic laughter yet. I spider my hands all over your stomach, then take a feather and spin it around in your belly button. The squeals you make are music to my ears. You can't help it as ticklish tears begin rolling down your cheeks beneath the blindfold. Then I take the pointed end of the feather and poke and scrape inside your belly button finding ticklish spots you didn't even know you had. All the while my other hand tickles every inch of the rest of your stomach until it's bright red.

My hands work their way up your body until they reach your shirt. "You wont need this anymore." I pull back your shirt up over to your wrists exposing that perfect chest of yours. I hold my hands barely touching your nipples with just the very tip of my fingers. Oh so gently wiggling them back and forth. The ever so slight touch is enough to send shivers down your spine and make your nipples hard and hyper sensitive. The ticklish tears continue between your gasping laughter. "Poor Amy, is it too much? Would you rather the feather?" I take a feather on each nipple flicking back and forth, your nipples are as hard as they possibly could be and the feathers caress every spot driving you wild. "What's worse? The nipples? Your feet? What's your favorite tickle spot? Hmm?" You try to respond but I drop my hands and tickle as hard and as fast as my fingers will on your sensitive chest. You buck wild and let out a range of ticklish screams. "What was that? I couldn't understand, do you want more?" I tease and mock between your ticklish hell.

In the ticklish frenzy my hands slide up to your unsuspecting armpits and take them by surprise. They dance in the soft curves of your skin poking and scratching all over your poor pits. Sweat covers your face and you desperately laugh and wiggle trying to escape. There's a brief pause where you catch your breath before that same cool oil is rubbed into your armpits. Even the massaging is ticklish here though. Then, after a few seconds the tortuous tickling continues, even more sensitive with the oil now. You scream out begging for mercy flailing with the last bit of energy you have.

I stand up off you, giving you a moment to catch your breath. "Poor baby looks all spent, but that's when the real fun begins." You feel the blindfold come undone and I look down at your pleading eyes. Your whole face is red. You're covered in sweat and your whole body is exhausted from the nonstop tickles. I hold up a vibrator wand and give an evil grin. As I climb back on top of you, you squirm trying to get away begging, desperately repeating that you can't. I flick the wand on and its hum fills the room. I move it closer and closer to your already hypersensitive, spent wand. You plead over and over how it's too much, how you can't gigglecum again. I stop the wand right above your royal part. "Oh I know you can't, but you will."

The vibrator wand descends on your poor royal rod. The vibrations immediately send ticklish chills over you. As you wiggle and bounce trying to get away, I keep the wand firmly pressed on that sensitive overestimated underside of your tip. My other hand dances from each ticklish spot to another. "Aww is that the spot right there? That buzzing must be unbearable. Oh no you don't. That royal tip isn't going anywhere until I get out all of that ticklish princess milk, and I know you have more in you. Oh look how sensitive you are. Your member is getting all swollen and worked up." My tickling hand works its way up to your neck and starts tickling up the sides around your ears and chin spidering around your face. The desperate begging and giggles slowly turn into moans as your wand betrays you and you start to feel that second ticklegasm build up in you. My hand slips down back to your nipples, teasing them with gentle tickles as you get closer and closer. "Aw you're getting close. Good girl. You like it right here? I bet this feels good. Oh you're shaking." Then right as you are about to release I stop. The vibrator is pulled off your tip. My hand leaves your nipples. You lay there right on the edge unable to get the release you ended up craving.

Your frustration sets in as your denial washes over you. Your poor member left twitching and throbbing about to release. "I thought you couldn't ticklecum again?" I mock. You shoot me a desperate look somewhere between begging and anger as you whisper the words please through your trembling lips. "Please what? I want to hear you beg for it." You desperately beg to gigglecum, biting your lip and smiling when the vibrator flicks back on.

It doesn't take long to get you right back to that ticklish edge. "Beg for it Amy, or I'll take it away again." The words leaving your mouth barely form sentences and are more random pathetic pleadings as I hover the vibrator over your edged throbbing princess wand. Your whole body tenses as I firmly press the wand against you and a wave of ticklegasm washes over. "Oh that's it. I knew there was more princess milk in there. Good girl. That's it. Let it all out."

The last bit is spent from your wand as you lay your head back breathing heavily. The wand clicks off and not a second later my hand grabs your poor member and starts stroking, flicking my thumb over the head with each stroke. Your eyes widen in horror. You flail and let out such cute whimpering exhausted protests. "You convinced me how badly you needed to gigglecum. I think you've earned all the ticklish little princessgasms you can have." My hand slides over the hypersensitive royal member with ease after your most recent mess you've made. You arch your back, roll your head back and forth, anything you try to give yourself a moment of sanity, but there is none. "Aww what happened to saying how badly you needed this? You were just begging for it a second ago." My other hand picks up the brush and revisits your feet while I'm stroking you mercilessly. It's all too much and you start to feel dizzy. Your begging and pleadings are met with a devilish smile. Your member starts to stiffen though remains incredibly way too sensitive. "That's it. Give me one more, Amy. Give me every last drop of that princess milk." The brush assaults your feet relentlessly the whole time you approach your ticklegasm. You desperately roll your eyes back, whole body trembling as a desperate and fully spent ticklegasm hits you. The mixture of laughing and moaning is so desperate and subconscious at this point and your moments are almost all involuntary reflexes with how spent you are. You lay limp, spent, and exhausted. Catching your breath, covered in sweat, you lay there twitching as even the air is hypersensitive against your body. Ticklish tears streak your cheeks. I gently kiss your stomach causing you to reflexively tense. I lean in and kiss your forehead.

"Who is my favorite tickle toy?" I tease holding up my wiggling fingers. With your whole body still wiggling and twitching despite me not tickling you at the moment, you quickly respond that you are.

"And a good tickle toy loves her tickles, doesn't she?" I gently tickle my fingers on your belly while waiting for you to agree. Once you give me an exhausted and desperate nod too tired to squirm away. "Good girl, because I have a lot more for you. I'm going to play with you all night."

Your eyes widen in horror as I resume the ticklish torture across your entire body all over again. Your ticklish laughter and screams echo out as I play with my tickle toy for hours to come.

[browneyedgirly93]

Like An Autumn Breeze

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three)

Summary: You are the youngest Archeron sister only 16 years old when you are shoved into the cauldron along with your two eldest sisters. You quickly learn that you are mated to the heir of The Autumn Court. 

Eris x Reader

Warnings: fear?

Word Count: 1562 A/N: This is my first multipart fic! I hope you enjoy it, I know that this premise has been done a ton but I hope you enjoy my rendition of it! :)

Part One

I was grabbed by two of Hybern’s guards and dragged towards the cauldron so much rage was coursing through my body, I began clawing at the soldiers bucking wildly trying to get out of their grasp. Nothing was working, they were much stronger than I was. If I hadn’t been gagged I would have spit in their faces. I continued flailing and bucking as I was lifted up and dropped into the water. 

I tried to grab the side of the cauldron but the soldiers pushed me down into the freezing cold water. Suddenly it felt like a fire had erupted in my heart and in that instant, I knew I was dying. I could feel my limbs extending with excruciating pain, it felt like every muscle was being torn. The fire was pulsing through my veins and I couldn’t contain it any longer. I watched as flames shot out of my hands in firey ribbons, mixing with the black inky water it began swirling around me. It was beautiful and terrifying all at once.

“The youngest of the sisters, your soul burns with rage and fear” an ancient voice filled my head as the fire swirled closer around me the temperature getting hotter. “This fire is not ordinary fire, it burns brighter and hotter than the rest.” The fire engulfed me burning me to my core. With that the cauldron tipped and I was dumped on the floor gasping for air. Feyre rushed to my side reaching out to me she pulled her hand away looking down to see a burn mark, looking down at me I met her eyes. 

“It burned me” I rasped out as everything went black.

It had been a month since that awful day in Hybern when my sisters and I had been made Fae by the Cauldron. I was living in The Night Court in the House of Wind with my Elain, Nesta and Lucien while Cassian and Azriel looked after us. I had been watching as Elain wasted away to nothing and Nesta watched over her, neither one of them even bothering to ask how I was feeling. 

I was so angry, I felt like I was going to burst into flame at any moment. I didn’t feel like myself anymore, my entire body was different I was taller and my limbs were longer. My face was more angular and sharp, with pointed ears, my eyes seemed bigger than before and my hair had changed shades. Instead of the golden-brown hair my sisters and I had shared, mine had changed to a more orange tone. I didn’t recognize the female in the mirror anymore and that made me so angry.

I needed to do something with all this pent-up anger, I needed to turn this rage into something positive or it would eat me alive. Before I could change my mind I went searching for Azriel, asking him to winnow me to the townhome. He did so without any questions and then immediately faded into the shadows.

I walked to Rhysands office, beginning to feel a bit nervous. I raised my hand to knock and before my knuckles hit the door I heard him calling. “Come in Y/N!” I pushed open the wooden door and walked in. He was sitting at his desk watching me with a feline smile plastered on his face. “What can I do for you today?”

I sat down in one of the leather chairs facing his desk and placed my hands in my lap, taking a deep breath I said “I want to help with the preparations for the oncoming war.” 

“Is that so?” he asked a hint of amusement flickered in his violet eyes as he leaned back in his chair stretching out his legs in front of him and placing an ankle on his knee. I stared into his eyes nodding. 

“I don’t have many skills, but I am willing to learn” I said trying to hold the gaze of The High Lord of The Night Court, his face unreadable. Silence filled the room and I fidgeted slightly, he was either in deep thought or having a silent conversation with someone from the Inner Circle. The silence was nearly deafening, I could feel the flame flickering to life inside of me. “Please Rhys I need to do something, I can’t keep sitting around in that house anymore.” I pleaded.

“Alright, you begin training with Cassian and Azriel tomorrow morning. Have you been experimenting with your powers?” he said simply. I shook my head as fear flittered across my eyes and I watched his face change, he looked at me with such sympathy. “Have you tried to use your powers at all?”

“No, I’m too afraid” I sighed looking down at my hands ashamed.

“Y/N I know you’re afraid, but we need to start working on learning about your powers. Not just so you can learn to use them, but so nothing happens to you because of them.” he lets out a puff of air. “I would never forgive myself and I know Feyre would murder me if anything happened to you.” 

“How?” I whispered.

“We will work together to figure it out, in the afternoons after you’ve finished working with Cass or Az I will meet with you and we will start learning about your powers. If I cannot be there I will send Mor or Amren in my place.” he smiled softly at me. “On days we are not training your magic you will be learning to read and write, if Feyre was neglected in her studies I can only assume you were as well.”

“Yes” I nodded raising my eyes to meet his, his gaze was filled with sympathy. “Thank you Rhys!”

“I will collect you after lunch tomorrow and we will begin our first lesson.” There was a knock on the door and Cassian joined us. Rhys explained the plan for my training and Cassian was excited to see what I could do. 

I had stepped away from the sparring ring to gulp down a cold glass of water and turn to find Cassian stalking over to me with a smirk on his face.

“Please tell me you’re not gonna make me train for longer” I said while crossing my arms across my chest. He shook his head chuckling at me.

“You’re in luck this time, Rhys wants you down at the Town House.” he said grabbing my hand gently and lifting me into his arms.

“Cass, what are you doing?” I shrieked as he took to the skies and we flew through the skies causing him to roar with laughter. I squeezed my eyes shut as hard as I could not wanting to look, another shriek left my lips as I felt us falling and suddenly we were floating down slowly. My feet hit the ground and I opened my eyes, whirling on Cassian my fists already raise he was already on the porch of the Townhouse holding the door open for me.

“Ladies first” he said bowing slightly, I glared at him.

“I hate you” lifting my hand and pinching him in the arm, his yelp quickly turned to laughter as he followed me through the door. 

“No you don’t” he smirked and walked over to the couch and flopped down. I stomped further into the house to see Rhys and Feyre waiting in the living room.

“Y/N” A smiling Feyre looks up at me, her lips thinned into a grimace as she looked at Cassian. “What did you do?” 

“Absolutely nothing” he smirked stretching his legs out on the low-lying coffee table and placing his hands behind his head.

“Nothing!?” I scoffed throwing my arms in the air dramatically. “I’m afraid of heights Cassian!” The three of them burst out laughing and I can’t help but join in.

“I’m sorry Y/N” Cassian says getting up and patting me on the crown of my head, I swat at him as he scurries away. I walked towards my sister and her mate sitting down in a large velvet chair across from the couch they are occupying.

“So what’s up?” I ask.

“We have a mission for you of sorts” Rhys smiled at me, I lift an eyebrow in question and he continues. “As you know we are working to form an alliance with the Autumn Court and specifically with Eris Vanserra the eldest of Beron’s sons and his heir.”

“In a few days we will be going to Hewn City for one of our regular visits, and we would like you to join us.” Feyre took over from Rhys. My stomach tightened, I had not been to the Court of Nightmares yet but had been told about it. They could both sense my fear. “You will be safe Y/N!”

“We ask you to come because Eris will be joining us that evening and we would like you to entertain him.” Silence filled the room as they both watched me, my gaze was shifting between them.

“Why? What’s wrong with him?” I squinted at them.

“He’s an arrogant, obnoxious asshole. But I’m sure you’ll put him in his place.” Rhys winked at me with a laugh as Cassian bounded back into the room with a bottle of wine, four stemmed glasses appeared on the table in front of us.

[georgiapeach30513]

A Losing Hand, Lady Luck

Summary: Andy has a surprise for you

Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, toy play, squirting, pussy job, just the tip, and that’s all you get, read if you want more, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.5K

A Losing Hand Masterlist

A/N: this offers very little to the plot. It’s mostly just porn, because I desperately needed this to happen, and show that Daisy isn’t as innocent as everyone thinks.

“And that’s all for the evening,” Andy stands up from the table and walks out of the meeting room, ready to introduce you to your new toy. Bucky stops him before walking out, waiting for everyone to walk past, because he’s pretty sure where this conversation is going.

“Are you all good for the evening?” Bucky asks his eyes drifting up the stairs, in the opposite direction of everyone else. Andy gives him a solid nod. “I was…can I have tomorrow off? She’s asking a lot of questions.”

“Very well. Let Walker and Cage know that they’ll take yours and Steve’s place with Daisy tomorrow. I’m sure she’ll be very exhausted, and they won’t do much,” Bucky gives him a thanks and Andy takes two steps at a time into his bedroom.

Walking in to see your body, wrapped in a silk robe looking out the window. “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming,” you turn around to look at him, and he catches a glimpse of the lingerie he left out for you.

“You wore it,” he walks closer to you, and you hate that you find yourself falling more for this man everyday.

“As if I have a choice. You lock me in this room, and treat me as if I’m your play thing. The only people who will slightly talk to me are Steve and Bucky.”

“Are you not my play thing in this bedroom? Have you not been enjoying the things I’ve been teaching you? Finally quit acting like a brat long enough for me to have you gasping from my fingers and mouth,” his hands untie the ribbon that kept your robe on, and slowly he pushes it off your body. Letting the material drift into a pile on the bedroom floor, while his fingers explore your body decorated in the lingerie he picked out. It’s like you no longer have a choice and you buck up. Stiffening your body, only to have Andy growl on you.

“You’re doing that shit again. Daisy, this room is ours, and I will fuck my wife.”

“I’m not your wife!”

He grips your cheeks tightly, and makes you look at him. “Yet. You need to fucked, and fucked hard. My fingers aren’t enough anymore are they? You don’t have to answer. I know. You want to ride my face? My thigh, my abs? You sure do like rubbing your hands over them when we’re laying in bed.”

“You’re so crass,” his hand moves quickly to cup your mound, and you sigh at his touch.

“And your fucking soaked. Being a brat sure does get you riled up. I got a gift for you. One that I will enjoy watching you play with.”

“I’m not a child,” you answer as he walks into the closet, bringing out an odd saddle looking thing. “I don’t play with toys.”

“This,” Andy goes plugging the thing up, and takes a seat in a chair in front of it, holding what appears to be a remote, “is not child’s toy. Go on. Straddle it,” shaking your head no, only leads him to picking up your flailing body, and slamming you on the saddle. “It’ll do you some good to stay right there,” his voice grunts out, taking his seat again.

With a spin of the dial, he has the saddle rumbling underneath you. With as worked up as you had been waiting, it doesn’t take long for you to whimper looking at him. “There ya go. I get to fully watch you now Daisy. Put on a show for daddy.”

“No,” you pout, only leaving him to turn the dial again. “An-An-Andy,” your voice whines, and naturally you start working yourself over the toy.

Andy’s eyes drift to where you and the toy connect, and gives you a sly smirk. “You are enjoying it. How many times do you think you can cum?”

“Andy, please!” your body trembles as an orgasm rushes through you. Abnormally quick, but it’s never enough.”

“There’s attachments that you can sink over, Daze. You want that?” your body grinds over the saddle, and it’s not the toy that you want. “No, you ready to take my cock, Daisy? Are you ready to give me what I’ve been so patient for?” he slowly pulls out his thick and veiny cock, and you can only moan even louder.

His fist wraps around himself tightly, but his pumps are so slow. Turning that dial one more time and it rattles to your core. His motions never change tough. Fisting himself at annoyingly slow pace, and you’re nearly screaming. “Soak that toy.”

“Andy I want you!”

“I know you do, sweet girl. Look at you, a needy little bitch, begging for her king’s cock,” it’s almost humiliating, and it turns you on even more. Writhing over the toy, and almost exhausted. “Soak it, Daisy. I want you to nearly collapse, and then, I’ll let you give me a pussy job.”

“No! Please…want…want you,” your eyes roll back in your head, and you look towards the ceiling and still he only laughs. “Please…Andy!”

“It’s what you need. Too bad you’re a virgin, I’d have you fucked into that mattress already. It’s what you need. A thick cock to cum over,” Andy’s motions stop when you quiver, your juices squirt out all around you, and drip down the saddle.

Rolling over onto the floor, you go to pulling off those ridiculous panties, and spread your legs wide. Showing Andy what is his. And you want him. “Please!”

“Dammit,” he rips off his shirt, and lets his pants drop to his knees. Going to lay on the floor, he lifts a leg spreading you out a bit more.

Whining you try and pull him closer, whimpering out your plea to him, but he places his member between your lips. Thrusting his hips forward like he’s fucking into you, only to have his cock run through your silky folds.

“Andy more!”

“Greedy little thing aren’t you?” you nod your head, trying to show him you know how to be a good girl. Overwhelmed with feeling him so close, and yet so far away.

Reaching to try and push him through your entrance. “You know I really shouldn’t reward bad behavior.”

“Please, baby. I want you so bad.”

It wasn’t the words that Andy had been longing to hear, so he continues his motions, driving you even more crazy. “I’m yours,” you whisper. Relinquishing all the power to him. Your body becoming completely compliant and ready for him to use.

Andy grunts, looking at where you lay, and he can’t have this. He won’t give you what you really want. But he’s getting a taste. Standing up, he shimmies out of his pants, before leaning over to lift you up. Carefully walking you to the bed, and sitting you down.

His hands move to your back, and he removes the bra. The two of you completely bare before the other. “I’m not having sex with you.”

“Andy…” you’re not sure why you’re so needy for him, to the point of tears in your eyes.

“But, I’ll give you something,” his thick body goes in between your thighs, and he grabs his cock, running the tip through your puffy folds. Your back arches back, and still you want more. “Shh…this is gonna sting,” he pushes his bulbous head through your tight hole, and the two of you nearly come undone.

“Oh god. An-And,” your voice can’t fully say his name, and you choke on every attempt to call up at him.

“Daze, please…”

“I want it all.”

He pushes all the way through, his eyes only on yours as he splits you open. Watching and memorizing every muscle movement, feeling every labored breath on skin. Even the way you smell, the way your skin is so sticky with sweat with how desperate you are. He’s never seen you look more beautiful, that stuffed full and completely speechless because of his girth. Your fingers cling to his arms, and you’re unable to think from the severe stretch he’s giving you.

Holding himself there just to watch you. The way your virgin hole constricts against him, making it so hard for him concentrate. “It had to be me. No one, can take this from me.” Peppering kisses all over every part of you he can reach. You sob his name over and over again. Overwhelmed and full of pressure.

“More,” you beg him, as tears stream down your face and he nuzzles his nose against your skin, tell you no. “More!”

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” unsure of why the repetition until you feel an added warmth. Your brows furrow, and you beg for more. “I shouldn’t have done that. Shit,” with one look at where the two of you connect he sighs. “Don’t ask me again. I will have your properly,” he watches as his spend mixed with a little bit of your blood leaks out.

“I have a huge desire to shove it back into you.”

“Andy, I’m sleepy.”

“I know you are,” he gives you a few more soft kisses before pulling the covers down, and letting you roll up into the soft duvet. “Shh, sleep. I’ll hold you all night,” your eyes flutter close and you’re unsure of what other sweet nothings he whispered in your ear.

Didn’t even hear the door creak open, “Sorry, but she won’t go sleep without telling you goodnight.”

“Well, come on.”

“Is she sleeping beauty?”

“Yes, she is. For now. Now get back in bed or you won’t get the present of a new dog. You’ve got to stop wandering around the compound.”

She pouts up at him, and puts her hands on he hips. “I waited.”

“Shh, go to sleep, sweetheart.”

“Will she ever get to meet me?” her eyes flick towards your sleeping body before back at Andy.

“Maybe one day.”

“Is she my mommy?”

“No, now off to bed. Stevie is going to get your dog tomorrow,” with a sweet smile, and standing on her tippy toes she gives Andy a kiss before following Bucky back to her room.

“Okay. Goodnight, I love you.”

“I love you too, goodnight.”

Masterlist

[hisuianhellion]

I Finally Chose Violence

SO. TO JUST PUT IT INTO PERSPECTIVE. Some major shit went down here. Three bandit sisters took the NON-heir brother of a Noble's ACTUAL heir. The Noble was dead, had it happen a few years prior, and the heir hadn't taken their place. The sisters, in their INFINITE FUCKING WISDOM, took the WRONG BROTHER to try and make a Noble outta him. Why? Ain't got a clue. Maybe to force a ransom payment or prove their way was better.

One problem: they took my Luxray, too, using a Gengar's bullshit shadow traveling shit.

Below is a play-by-play of what the fuck went down when I showed the fuck up.

I showed up. What I saw was Lucien (my Luxray, for context) putting himself in front of the Growlithe they stole and the Miss Fortune trio. He was not letting them get an inch closer, and I'm pretty sure when the middle sister got too close, he nearly took her arm off. He bit down, made eye contact, held her there, and let go. He didn't Crunch. He didn't use Fire Fang. He was making sure she knew he held back there, and I could not be prouder at him proving he is The Goodest Boy.

They did not take kindly to this, and sent out THREE POKEMON AT ONCE to try and take him down for DAAAAARING to attack them. So I turned things on them. I sent out both Nanami, my Samurott, and Barry, my Sylveon. Nanami backed Lucien up, while Barry? Oh I let him have some fun.

Barry went straight for the oldest sister there. He latched right onto her leg with his ribbons and started TUGGING. And the moment her Gengar came out? Shadow Ball To Their Face. That little genius knew the Gengar was a major threat, and I knew the exact one to send out to bait their defense.

See, they're used to the Security Corps. They use their Pokemon in a similar way to normal Survey Corps folk, and tend to follow strict regimens and rules. Exploitable ones. Ones these sisters liked to play around to fuck with them and get away with their schemes. Nah, fam. I don't play by the fucking rules.

The youngest sister ended up charging me directly after her Abomasnow got knocked out clean, but she was the only one not being handled. Thankfully, I had been brushing up on a few... SKILLS by proxy of dealing with Kamado. She wasn't expecting me to body-check her head-on. And I might've bruised more than her ego. Her nose was blooooody when she landed on her back.

To put it simply? Shit went very south very quickly for them. Because they weren't expecting someone capable of smoothly commanding three Pokemon at once while literally cracking someone's face with my shoulder, cane in the way.

So. Three sisters, all losing both Pokemon battles and actual brawls. They're all flailing madly. They're all rapidly regretting their choices. And it's at this point that I think, alright. They've had enough punishment. We don't need to do permanent damage. I've made my point, and I call back my trio. Instantly, they listen, and they're right behind me, glaring down these three. One's scuffed along the front, one's got a bite mark on her arm, one's got a broken nose. They're a bit nonplussed.

So I make an ultimatum. Give back the pup. Or they go straight back to Jubilife and I get a fucking explanation for things, pronto. They effectively go rabid with rage at that suggestion, popping Revives into their Pokemon's mouths, getting ready to fight just as dirty as I had.

This is when the two wardens of this area, Palina and Iscan, show up with Irina, the Pearl Clan leader. They've brought the smaller Growlithe, the ACTUAL heir. And when he sees what's going on... he charges.

I could see the desperation on his face. He saw three angry people with four angry Pokemon trying to take his brother away from him again. I'm also pretty sure all of us heard a howl come from the peak of the mountain, too, because I think something snapped in him. Not only did the light of evolution cross by his body... it was MATCHED with LIGHTNING FROM THE FUCKING SKY. Yellow, tingling lightning that literally made all of our ears RING.

What came out... was the BIGGEST. FUCKING. DOG. I HAD EVER SEEN. That thing was apparently an Arcanine, and he was AT LEAST the size of a whole ass SHED. And he was PISSED. Needless to say, even myself and my Pokemon were a little nonplussed and shocked by this, so the Miss Fortunes used that chance to flee using their Gengar again.

Which left us with a giant, pissed off, frenzied Arcanine Noble.

I was literally only here for a ghost sighting.

... needless to say, I had two Water types, though. Ones a lot more experienced in battle than a flailing pup-turned-monster...

........ it really didn't take very long, I'm gonna be blunt. But once he calmed down, hey! He wasn't a Gigantic Behemoth of a Doggo anymore. Just one that was actually close to my own height. And a lot more like his meek self from before. Lovable li'l flufferpup just got a glow-up. Literally.

[smilingformoney]

The House Cup Tournament

Summary: Snape/OC |  In Severus' sixth year, he's chosen as the Slytherin champion for the Hogwarts House Cup Tournament. During the second task, the whole school discovers that the thing he'd miss most is one Persephone Payne.

AN: So obviously this isn't canon. I was inspired by this gorgeous art from @aurus-3d, which got me thinking about Snape doing the second triwizard task, and what would happen if Sephy was the one for him to rescue. Then I thought, what if it was actually a tournament between the houses and he was competing against James Potter? Thus this lil plot bunny was born.

Also, I apologise now for the James POV.

Read on Ao3 or below:

Emerging into an open space, James realised the movement he’d seen through the long ribbons of seaweed wasn’t a monster at all - it was Snape.

The sight was almost comical. Snape had somehow given himself gills, and skin had grown between his fingers and toes to give a webbed effect. He was looking more reptilian than ever.

They were at the final checkpoint now, and the swarms of mermaids that darted around the area told James that his prize was nearby.

The thing you’ll miss most. That was what he was looking for. He wasn’t really sure what to expect - maybe his broomstick? He thought he might find locked chests or something of the sort containing a precious item. What he didn’t expect to find was a row of four people, one for each champion, floating in the water, each with an ankle tied to the lakebed by a rope made of seaweed.

People? Had Dumbledore really taken people? It was barbaric.

He looked up at the floating figures, and some feet away, Snape did the same. Of the four hostages, James only recognised one.

Lily.

Of course it was Lily; who would he miss more than the fiery redhead who had for so long denied their destiny to be together? Well, now he would save her, and she’d have to fall in love with him then.

Wait - but Snape was friends with Lily once, before she saw sense. James sometimes saw Sniv watching Lily longingly across the Great Hall; he definitely missed her. Wouldn’t she be the thing he’d miss most too?

A sense of panic shot through James’ heart, and he began swimming towards her in a panic. If Snivellus got there first, he’d save her, and maybe she’d fall in love with the ball of grease!

He glanced to his left and saw Snape was also swimming towards the hostages. Oh no you don’t! James thought angrily. He swam faster, and when the gap between him and Snape closed, he pushed the greasy git aside, pushing his trajectory away from Lily.

The force of the motion caused James to lose his own trajectory, and he flailed slightly as he righted himself before tearing the seaweed from Lily’s leg and hoisting her away from her trap.

He turned in the water, grinning, ready to flip Snape off. But Snape was already gone, swimming away with one of the other hostages.

Severus felt guilty for leaving Lily behind - if he could, he would have saved them both. He would have saved them all. But the rules were quite clear - each champion was only to save one hostage. They were to choose, and choose quick, who to save. Lily had Potter to save her, and the other two champions were surely close behind to save their own hostages. Severus had known, the moment he’d seen the four faces, which was the one he’d miss the most.

His journey back towards the surface was significantly less eventful than the journey down. Perhaps the lake monsters were under instruction from Dumbledore not to intervene once a champion had their hostage. Whatever the reason, Severus found himself emerging from the water in a matter of minutes, although the strain of carrying an extra body through the water made it seem much longer.

Upon emerging, Severus was met with cheers and applause, and Dumbledore’s voice boomed over the water, announcing Slytherin as the first to return. Next to him, Payne emerged from the water too, and the moment the air hit her face, she opened her eyes and took a deep breath, shortly followed by a string of swear words.

“This way, Mr Snape!” a voice called from the shore, and in the distance Severus could see Madam Pompfrey waving them over. He used the last of his strength to swim to the shore, every bone in his body aching with exhaustion, and right now the thing that mattered most to him was getting out of the water.

Over the cheers and chants of the Slytherins, Severus couldn’t hear much, but he could see Madam Pomfrey’s face form into an O of shock, and he looked around quickly, expecting to see a final monster emerging from the lake - and instead he saw the water rippling violently where Payne’s head had just descended below the water again.

Without hesitation, Severus ducked his head under the water, ignoring the stinging of the lake water in his eyes. The gillyweed had worn off the moment he’d emerged from the water, so he held his breath too, and almost released it immediately when he saw Payne, wandless, struggling against the grip of a grindylow.

Severus shot a blast of what he hoped was a useful spell at the grindylow, but just like all the offensive spells he’d tried so far under the water, all he seemed to be able to do was shoot warm water at the creature. He swam down towards Payne, who was still descending into the water, and reached out his hand. She took it, and he pointed his wand up this time. He spotted a rock jutting out from the lake’s edge, cast carpe retractum, and felt himself being pulled up through the water.

He grabbed the rock with one hand, and used the other to pull Payne up towards the edge of the lake. Someone on the ground grabbed her under the arms, and together they heaved her out of the water and laid her down on her back on the grassy bank.

The grindylow, sensing the air on its skin, immediately let go of Payne’s leg and retreated into the water. Severus, meanwhile, felt fear rising in his chest when he realised Payne was unconscious.

He suddenly forgot that he was a wizard, and the CPR he’d learnt at muggle primary school came to the forefront of his mind. Magic or no, it seemed to work, and Payne was awake, coughing up water from her lungs.

Everything had happened so quickly. It felt like a moment between being put to sleep in Dumbledore’s office and surfacing from the Black Lake with Snape. Persephone had begun to swim to the edge and had hardly had time to process the meaning of being the hostage for Snape when something had grabbed her legs and pulled her down. Water had flooded her lungs and she must have blacked out because the next thing she’d known, Snape was breathing life into her and she felt like she was vomiting as water came rushing out of her lungs.

She looked up at Snape, who was looking at her with fear and worry, and was about to thank him when she was lifted to her feet, and Madam Pomfrey ushered her to a nearby tent to be fussed over.

Persephone sat in the tent on her own, a towel wrapped around her shoulders and a potion warming her from within. Outside, she could hear the excited chatter of the crowds. She emerged through the tent flaps and saw that the task was still ongoing - two images were projected into the sky, showing the last two champions still under the water. One looked to be on her way back, while the other was struggling against the seaweed that kept his prize hostage.

Down by the lakeside, an argument was taking place. Snape and Potter were, as usual, fighting fiercely about something, and as she approached them, Persephone began to make out what they were saying.

“I was first back! Me!” Potter insisted. “I got out the lake with Lil, and you were nowhere, Snape!”

“I was rescuing Payne from the grindylows!” Snape hissed back. “You might have been willing to leave another behind to ensure you got to the water’s edge first, Potter, but I am not so cruel!”

“First back with their hostage! That’s what Dumbledore said! Who even -”

Potter saw Persephone approaching and gestured at her, scoffing. “Who even is this girl!” he exclaimed. “I’ve never seen her before in my life, and she certainly doesn’t hang around with you. So whose hostage did you steal, Snape?”

“You expected me to take Lily, didn’t you, Potter?” Snape scoffed, although his eyes remained focused on Potter. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you pushing me away from her. Maybe you didn’t notice with your head up your own arse, but Lily and I haven’t spoken in years. She couldn’t have been my hostage. Unless you think someone else down there was meant to be your hostage?”

“I - but -” Potter spluttered, his tiny brain short-circuiting.

They were interrupted by the return of the third champion, shortly followed by the fourth, and amidst the commotion, their only options remaining were to glare at one another as the four champions were gathered in front of the crowd to announce the final scores.

“As for the Gryffindor champion, James Potter,” Dumbledore announced after reading out the scores for Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, “he showed excellent use of the bubble-head charm, tackled the selkies with bravery, and rescued Miss Lily Evans within the hour, surfacing within minutes of Mr Snape. Mr Potter is awarded 40 points.”

As he spoke, images played above the lake of Potter’s actions within the lake and his return to the surface. Cheers erupted from the crowd of Gryffindors as the points were announced, and the Slytherins grumbled.

“And finally, the Slytherin champion, Severus Snape. Mr Snape showed ingenuity in his use of gillyweed and returned with Miss Persephone Payne within the hour.”

The image played back the scene of Snape arriving at the location the hostages were held. Persephone found it strange to see herself there, having no recollection of anything that had happened underwater. She watched as Snape and Potter arrived at the same time and swam quickly towards the hostages. Potter attempted to shove Snape aside, but Snape ignored him, and Potter only served to slow himself down. Instead, Snape carried on towards Persephone, barely sparing a glance for the other three hostages as he swam off with her.

“Now, although Mr Snape and Miss Payne surfaced before Mr Potter and Miss Evans, they were waylaid in reaching the bank of the lake by an unfortunate grindylow attack, allowing Mr Potter to take the lead.”

The Slytherins booed loudly. Dumbledore raised a hand to quiet them.

“This attack by a grindylow on Miss Payne was not part of the task,” he said firmly, and the crowd fell silent. “However, as the event took place during the course of the task, we must take it into account.”

Above him, the image showed Persephone struggling against the grip of the grindylow, and Snape pulling her out of the water, forcing the Grindylow to retreat.

“Mr Snape could have proceeded to the edge of the lake and come first. However, due to his quick reaction to rescue Miss Payne, he was delayed. In light of this, after discussions with the Heads of Houses, we have agreed to award Mr Snape 45 points.”

A roar of cheers erupted from the Slytherin crowd, drowning out the groans of the Gryffindors. The Slytherins rushed forwards, swarming around Snape to congratulate him. He quickly vanished from Persephone’s sight in a blur of black and green robes, and she was disappointed but not surprised that he was too popular for her to talk to at that moment.

She wanted to ask him why she was the thing he’d miss the most. She wanted to thank him for choosing her over Evans, for risking his place in the rankings to save her. She had so much to say to him, and in any other circumstances she’d have snuck away by now, leaving the others to their ruckus.

But her feet carried her forward instead, and when students saw her, they stepped aside to let her though, as if she were Moses and they were the red sea. In the centre of the scrum was Snape, looking a little overwhelmed by all the attention but overall proud to be praised for what he’d done.

It was strange - Severus could have sworn there was a crowd there before. But they all disappeared in the instant he saw Persephone emerge from between the horde of Slytherins patting him on the back, and suddenly her body was right up next to his.

“You saved me,” she said.

“Yes.”

“Am I really the thing you’d miss most?”

“...Yes.”

She smiled. Then, the unexpected happened.

Severus had dreamed of it for months. Years, even. Since the moment he’d hit puberty, her face was the one he dreamed of, her lips those he craved. And yet, all his daydreaming hadn’t set him up for the bliss of her lips crashing against his.

The crowd of Slytherins cheered again, but Severus ignored them. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in close, kissing her desperately. They were both still wet from the lake, and her lips were salty, but he didn’t care. She buried her hands in his hair, holding him firmly as if she had any reason to believe he’d pull away. 

“Get it, Snape!” one Slytherin shouted.

“Clear the dorm tonight, boys!” shouted another.

He could feel her trying not to laugh as she moved her lips against his, her tongue reaching out for his, and he could feel a twitch between his legs as his more carnal desires got their hopes up.

They pulled apart, panting for breath, only when Slughorn appeared to usher the crowds back up to the castle. Even then they didn’t move, her eyes staring up into his, both alight with wonder and lust, desire and desperation, and an unbridled amount of joy that they had finally crossed the line that they had both been resisting for months.

The crowd dispersed, Severus kissed her again, slower this time, and she responded in kind, her lips firm but gentle against his. He became suddenly aware of someone’s eyes on his, and when he reluctantly pulled away to follow his instinct, Severus realised Potter and Evans were still there, staring at the ground as if they’d just looked away very quickly.

“Something the matter, Potter?” Snape called over challengingly.

Potter folded his arms defensively. “No,” he said stubbornly. “Just… who even is this girl?”

“His girlfriend,” Persephone replied, and Severus’ heart skipped a beat. “Problem?”

Potter pouted, trying to think of an insult. Evans sighed in frustration.

“No problem,” she said, although the bitterness in her voice was evident. “Come on, James.”

They left, and Severus let out a breath when they were finally alone.

“Sorry, that just kind of slipped out,” Persephone said quickly. “I thought it’d piss him off.”

“No - it’s okay,” Severus replied. “I don’t mind. I’d - I’d like it very much if you were my girlfriend.”

Persephone smiled.

“When’s the next Hogsmeade trip?”