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🌶️ Chapter 31: Entranced 🌶️

The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars

Summary and Details…

Chapter Background and Summary: It's the beginning of summer for Kate, and Sebastian has a full week off of work. He invited her to journey with him through the Scottish Highlands, where they will eventually explore ruins, caves, and a long abandoned castle high in the mountains, searching for magical artifacts and treasures. In the previous chapter, Sebastian took care of Kate when she got sick from portkey travel, and they were able to do a lot of chatting as they began their trek. This chapter is a continuation of Day One.

Pairing: Aged-up, post-Azkaban Sebastian Sallow x Kate Mayflower (my OC)

Content warnings: In general, this story is rated 18+, so MNDI. For this particular chapter - missionary sex and discussion about being virgins when they were in school.

The full chapter is available below the cut; it can also be found on AO3 (link is posted below). Please leave some feedback. A comment, like, or Kudos would be quite motivational. 🥰

Chapter 31: Entranced

Kate’s pencil scratches over the parchment as she shades in the trees. In concentration, her eyes are narrowed, and she bites her lip.

“What are you doing?” Sebastian’s voice whispers low in her ear.

Kate jumps, taken completely by surprise. Her pencil is thrown away, and she clutches the dragonhide sketching journal to her chest, trying to hide it. “Oh! I didn’t mean for you to see this sketch - at least not yet!”

Sebastian chuckles. “I didn’t intend to frighten you. I just finished pitching the tent and was curious about what you were doing.” He steps around the fallen tree and then plops down to sit next to Kate. His bare torso is glistening with sweat, as he insisted upon doing the work the muggle way, the way his father did before him. “Can I see it?”

“It’s… not finished,” Kate replies quickly, blushing.

“That’s all right. Can I see the work in progress a little more closely? Please?” he asks sweetly.

“It might not be very good,” Kate stalls.

Sebastian puts his arm around her waist, pulling her a little closer. “My love, you have nothing to worry about. Your creativity will be beautiful in my eyes no matter what - even if it’s just a work in progress.”

Kate sighs, caving. “Alright.” She hands the book to Sebastian, looking away, completely flushed.

With an amused smile, Sebastian gently takes the sketchbook from Kate’s hands, examining her reaction first. Then, his eyes roam over the drawing, which depicts him working shirtless to pitch the tent with the dense forest in the background. His heart beats faster as he notes the care and attention that went into sketching his likeness.

“It’s a masterpiece. You’re a talented artist, my sweet sun. You captured everything so perfectly - the pine forest, the environment, even… me,” he complimented, grinning broadly. He turned to kiss her cheek. “I find it quite charming you wanted to include me in your drawing. And why are you being so humble? You should be proud.”

“I- I’m sorry. I’m not used to sharing any of my artwork,” Kate stammers. “I just thought that if- if I drew this, then I would always have something to help me remember our first journey together.”

“Maybe we’ll frame it,” Sebastian suggests, kissing her shoulder. “Do you draw often?”

Kate finally relaxes and smiles. “I… sometimes, but it’s just a hobby. Sketching was something I always loved when I was a child.”

“Clearly, you’ve practiced a lot,” he murmurs, still staring in awe at all of the detail in the sketch.

She opens up more due to his praise. “Well… there was a vast forest near my parents’ manor, and I would trek into the woods and draw whatever caught my eye - flowers, animals, trees, and sometimes even my friends and family.”

Sebastian’s eyebrow raises, his interest piqued. “I would not have taken you for a child who would have liked the woods. Perhaps you could show me this forest someday?”

“I would love to take you there. Gods, it was the perfect place to play as a child. I used to run around there all day long - alone, with friends, with my sister and our cousins… There were so many animals to observe, and there was even a small creek. Sometimes Irene and I would find what we called… treasures,” Kate reminisces.

Sebastian smiles warmly at the thought of a little innocent girl running through a forest. The idea of her finding little prizes sounds even more endearing. “What do you mean by treasures? That’s one of the most adorable things I’ve ever heard.”

Kate laughs. “Well, they’re not going to sound like treasures to you.” She pauses. “They were things like… the first flower to bloom in spring. Pretty autumn leaves. And once… Irene and I discovered a full deer skeleton. We thought we had encountered the most amazing thing in the entire world!”

“I would have been thrilled to find that as a boy, too.” Sebastian chuckles.

“I’m glad you understand. You know, my parents humored us and always made sure to feign astonishment at whatever we showed them after our little adventures. I want to do that someday for my children, too,” she muses.

“Our children,” he softly corrects, taking her hand. “We’ll make sure they get to spend plenty of time outdoors in the fresh air, exploring, learning, and making their own discoveries. They’ll appreciate and enjoy the pure and simple things in life.” His eyes light up when he looks at her.

“I… I hope so,” Kate responds quietly, her cheeks pink. “What… What about you? Did you and Anne have any adventures or do any treasure-hunting when you were young?”

“Yes, definitely. In Feldcroft, we were outside all the time practicing spells and, well, trying to stay away out of my uncle’s way.” Sebastian smiles faintly, thinking back to his childhood. “But when we lived with our parents, we would have all kinds of fun adventures. As you know, my parents were Hogwarts professors. During holidays and summers, they would bring us to school with them. They’d let us explore the castle on our own while they prepped for lessons and graded assignments. Anne and I were much more familiar with Hogwarts than most of our peers when we arrived as first-years. We didn’t live far away - just over in Aranshire. Anne and I would sneak off on nearby paths when our parents were busy studying indoors. We’d watch the trains heading to and from the Hogsmeade station. But… we also got into trouble.” He pauses, chuckling. “Just off the paths, we would hide and spy on people passing by. Sometimes we’d throw an acorn or pebble on the path to make some noise and see if they got nervous, since we made them feel like they were being followed. There was one time that we messed with the wrong person. That was pretty scary for us as kids, but we were never all that far away from home and knew the area better than most of the people we pranked. We were usually safe, despite all of the risks we took. Or, should I say, that Anne took. She was usually the one who got us into trouble.”

Kate smiles at his cheerfulness - it’s rare when he speaks of his past in high regard.

“How about you, sweetheart? What was the most daring and adventurous thing you did as a kid?” Sebastian inquired.

Kate scoffs. “I would not have called myself a daring child. But… there was one time…” She trails off, thinking back. “There is a lake within walking distance from my parents’ home. I would swim there with my friends every summer. Once, I was dared to jump into the lake from the top of a cliff.” She grins. “In truth, I was terrified, but I didn’t want to back down from a dare. My sister begged me not to do it. But I did, and it was one of the most exhilarating moments of my life! Afterwards, I did it over and over again.”

“That’s true courage - doing something even when you’re scared,” Sebastian replies.

Kate beams. “It’s how I learned to enjoy the sensation of flying. I don’t think I would be as adept on a broom if I had never jumped from such a height.”

Then, a cheeky smile grows across his face. “You know… I’m surprised a Hufflepuff would do such a thing.” He squeezes her waist, chuckling.

Kate swats at him playfully, narrowing her eyes. “Fucking snake.”

He leans in. “Yes. But I’m your fucking snake.” Then, he presses his mouth to hers.

She has to almost immediately turn away and end the kiss because a giggle has burst out of her belly. They laugh together for a minute, and then, Sebastian takes her hand, standing up and pulling her with him.

“Come with me. I want to show you our home for the trip,” he says, escorting her towards the little brown tent.

Kate breathes a sigh of relief when Sebastian holds open the flap to reveal that the tent has been enchanted to be slightly bigger on the inside. Her eyes dance around, taking it all in. There is a little wood-burning cast iron stove to keep them warm and a table with two chairs, and on the other side of the tent, there is a much smaller bed than the one she has in her cottage. It’s outfitted with two pillows and a few mismatched blankets. Candles float high above them at the center of the tent.

Sebastian carefully watches her reaction, and when he speaks, he sounds a bit nervous. “Look, Kate… I, um… I know it isn’t much… and certainly not what someone like you deserves…”

“It’s fine, Sebastian!” she interrupts. “I wasn’t expecting anything glamorous. For Merlin’s sake, we are camping.” She gives him a peck on the cheek. “I’m just glad to see we aren’t going to sleep on the floor in separate sleeping bundles.”

A glint of mischief appears in his eye. “Of course not. We’ll always sleep together.”

Kate’s tummy rumbles. “Now, how about some dinner? We’ve both had a long day of hiking, and you have spent considerable effort setting up camp,” Kate suggests.

Sebastian nods appreciatively.

“I’ll handle it all, Seb. You just need to make yourself comfortable.”

“Not quite yet. I still have to put up protective wards,” Sebastian explains. “Muggles really don’t come here, nor magical folk, but… it’s just in case. Better to be safe than sorry. It’ll also keep animals away - wildcats, wolves, nifflers… nothing dangerous or annoying will disturb us tonight.” He smiles.

“Thank you, love,” Kate says, squeezing his arm. “I’ll have dinner ready as soon as you are finished.”

Sebastian smooths back his hair before he steps back into the tent. Kate’s eyes flick up to his as she sets a full plate down. She has changed out of her hiking attire into a more simple dress, like one she would normally wear at home. It’s a cornflower color that brings out the blue of her eyes.

“It’s pretty much ready,” Kate informs him.

Sebastian nods. “Smells delicious. I’ll just throw a shirt on first.”

He returns a few moments later wearing just a simple white tunic, taking the seat next to Kate. The two of them have grown more and more accustomed to seeing each other in comfortable clothes, though Sebastian, devil he is, prefers none at all.

“I wasn’t expecting something so fancy,” he notes, his eyes growing wide as he looks at his plate. “But I’d never complain about a steak… and mashed potatoes and roasted carrots and warm rolls! Merlin, Kate - you didn’t have to do all this!”

“Only the best for my Bash,” Kate murmurs proudly, glad that she had worked tirelessly the evening before their trip (really, though - well into the night, sacrificing a considerable amount of sleep) to prepare all of the food. She giggles, watching Sebastian eagerly shovel the food into his mouth.

“Damn,” he says with his mouth full. “This is so tasty. It’s just the way I like it.”

Kate pours red wine for them both. “Good.”

After hastily inhaling about a third of his dinner serving, Sebastian notices she hasn’t even taken a bite yet and forces himself to slow down. Since his time in Azkaban, it has been a habit for him to eat as fast as possible. In those days, he was starved and never knew when his next meal would be. If he left any food sitting for a while, it could have been taken from him by guards or stolen from fellow inmates. Rushing through a meal had been a matter of survival.

He took a sip of wine and paused, trying to regain some good manners. “Can I ask something? You had mentioned your sister earlier, and I was curious - what was your relationship like growing up?”

Kate chews a piece of steak, thinking. “Well, it had its ups and downs. Sometimes Irene and I were best friends, and other times, mortal enemies. We knew exactly how to annoy each other.” She chuckles. “Our relationship drastically changed when I went to Hogwarts as a first-year. She is two years younger than me, so I’m sure it must have felt strange for her to be the only child when I left. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, as they say. We wrote each other letters every week, and whenever I’d come home for holidays and summer, we would spend all of our time together. We really missed each other.” She paused. “Then, when Irene came to Hogwarts, I was so hopeful she’d be sorted into Hufflepuff with me. After all, our papa had been Hufflepuff, so she could have ended up there, too! But… I should have known she’d be in Slytherin. She’s just like my mamma.” She takes a bite of her roll. “I helped her a lot in the beginning since I knew my way around the castle. I gave her plenty of advice. And, you know, in the end, it didn’t much matter that she was in a different house. We still hung out all the time. Irene was always welcome in the Hufflepuff common room - no one - not even our prefects - cared about her following me inside. Now… Slytherin was different. She had told me all about the underwater common room, and I was desperate to see it. One night, she snuck me in. Merlin, it was fascinating… Hey… I wonder if I passed by you that day in my third year, while I was using disillusionment.” She gives him a lopsided smile.

Sebastian grins back. “There’s no way I would have seen you. If I had… I would have been entranced.”

“I would have been entranced, too.” She laughs. “I would have been obsessed with the handsome older Slytherin, and all of my friends would have known it and come up with ways to thrust us together in the most mortifying of ways.” She looks far off, imagining it. “Honestly, though… I would have come up with ways to run into you, too. I would have done something like trip in front of you on purpose and drop a bunch of parchment…” She puts her hand over his. “And then I would have reached for the same piece of parchment you did to accidentally brush my hand against yours.”

He barks out a laugh. “You would have definitely gotten my attention, unless it was during my fifth year. I would have probably come up with some way to impress you - like invite you to watch one of my dueling matches, where I will mention, I was undefeated. Or maybe I would have asked for a token from you to carry or wear during a Quidditch match - and then played the best game of my life.” He chuckles again. “I would have asked you out for a butterbeer and sent you letters with romantic quotes in them.”

Kate’s smile grows. “And I would have saved every single one and read them over and over until the parchment began to fray.” She takes a few more bites of food, fully indulging in the fantasy. “And I suppose you would have eventually asked me to be your girlfriend…”

Sebastian carries on with the idea. “Undoubtedly. I would have bought all your favorite sweets from Honeydukes as a grand gesture. And then I would make it obvious to the entire student body that we were dating. Like… embarrassingly obvious. I would have escorted you to every class, holding hands. You would have sat at the Slytherin table for meals. You wouldn’t have had to sneak into the Slytherin common room. My roommates would have gotten used to you hanging out in our dorm…” He trails off.

Kate’s face is growing a bit red from the wine. “But I’m suuuure you wouldn’t have kept me out after curfew, right?”

“Ha! Never, not me,” he replies sarcastically. “We would never have gotten caught, though. I would have met you at night at my secret hideout, the Undercroft. And… I would have done… ungentlemanly things to you there.” He smirks.

“Oh, really now?” Kate asks, giggling. “And what’s the Undercroft? Some made-up place?”

He scoops up the last bite on his plate - some mashed potatoes. “We definitely would have been each other’s first time,” he murmurs, his eyes turning dark. “I would have… well… I would have researched all about sex. I wouldn’t have wanted to fuck it up. I would have wanted it to be special.” His hand suddenly rested on her thigh.

Kate looks into his eyes. “I would have wanted that, too, but I know from my actual first time that I would have been nervous. I wouldn’t have known what I was doing. But I would have been in love with you, just like now, and I would have done my best for my handsome, older Slytherin boyfriend.”

Sebastian leans over to her, and his hand goes to her cheek. “I know. I would have done everything to make you feel comfortable. I would have brought fluffy pillows and blankets. There would have been soft candlelight and, of course, just for you, lots of flowers. I would have started… by kissing you, like this…” His eyes flutter closed as he closes the distance and softly presses his lips to hers, slowly kissing her for what feels like minutes. When he draws back, he looks deeply into her eyes, searching. “And then I would have picked you up, like this…” He stood up, pulling her chair back and scooping her up into a bridal carry. “And I would have taken you to the bed.”

Kate’s breath hitches, and she kisses his neck and chest and anywhere else she can reach. Her heart beats faster as he sets her down.

“I would have undressed you slowly…” Sebastian whispers, pulling her dress off gently as she raises her arms. She isn’t wearing a corset underneath, only panties. His lips move from her neck to her shoulders to her chest, while his fingers slip under the waistband of her panties and slide them down her thighs until they drop to the floor. Kate pulls off his shirt, and he makes quick work of his trousers and shorts.

“And then I would have laid you down on the bed…” He places his hand behind her back, lowering her down and climbing over her. “And made sure you felt adored…” His hands explore her body eagerly, tracing over her curves down to her abdomen and around her hips. His mouth discovers her breasts, kissing them softly for a moment, then sucking on each. Her nipples pebble between his lips.

“I would have… I would have…” Kate pants out, trying to contribute. “I would have asked you to show me… to show me how to please you…”

His hand takes hers, placing it over his hardened length, fisting it. “I would have shown you…” He moves her hand up and down, groaning. “And I… I would have wanted to move faster, but of course, I would have made sure you were prepared…” His hand makes its way between her legs, swiping between her folds. “Gods, you’re soaked…” he whispers. “My love… gods…”

Kate strokes his cock harder, faster. “I love you, Sebastian… Fuck… I love you…”

Sebastian circles her clit, then drives two fingers easily into her cunt. As his fingers plunge in and out, he continues the story in a raspy tone. “I would have made sure you were ready… but then, when you were, I would still have been… so careful and gentle… I would be slow…”

He leans his face down to capture her lips in a languid, deep kiss. Then, he takes himself in hand, coating his cock in her slick arousal and positioning himself just right at her center. He exhales and begins to push inside of her, moaning at the sensation of her warmth enveloping him. Fully sheathed, he holds his body above hers, looking down into her eyes. He kisses her again.

“I… oh, gods, Kate… I would have hardly been able to contain myself… but I would have kept myself under control, to make sure you enjoyed yourself… as we made love… for the first time ever…” he chokes out before beginning to move slowly.

“It… oh… it… would have been… perfect,” Kate moans. “And… eventually, you wouldn’t have had to be so… gentle if you didn’t want to…”

Sebastian begins to pick up the pace just a little. “I… would have… wanted it to… last…” He groans as Kate pushes back on him, quickly joining him in his rhythm.

Kate’s hands reach around him, holding him tight and pulling his body down flush against hers. His breathing is ragged in her ear as he thrusts deeply, over and over again, the pleasure building. His mouth finds hers again, his tongue dancing with hers as they give in to their wilder desires. He nips at her bottom lip, causing her to cry out. Her fingernails dig into his back.

“Sebastian… Sebastian…” she pants.

“I love you,” he moans. “I love you, Kate… I love you… Oh, gods, I’m gonna come…”

He grunts as he thrusts hard a few more times, then cries out her name as he explodes inside of her, hot ropes of cum spurting out deep inside of her. He surges forward twice more, emptying completely, and then he collapses entirely on her, out of breath and sweating.

Kate gazes upon him, her chest heaving, as she reaches up to brush his chestnut hair off of his glistening forehead. She kisses his cheek, lingering. When Sebastian pulls out, she whines at the loss. He settles next to her on the little bed, and she clings to him until his heart rate slows back down to a normal level. He nuzzles into her neck, then kisses her lips deeply.

“We would have made love over and over again,” Sebastian whispered. “I would have never wanted to stop…”

Kate smiles softly at him, her eyes looking into his seductively. “And nothing would have been stopping you then… or now…”

He leans in, kissing her again, and soon, they are making love once more. And then again. And again. Until his cum drips down her thighs, until red and purple marks cover their bodies, until they simply cannot anymore, their voices raw and their bodies exhausted.

The candlelight grows softer and softer, until finally, past 1 am, the last flickers finally extinguish and only the sound of crickets and soft snoring can be heard in the vicinity.

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Starfire - Chapter 1 (Bakugou x Reader x Deku)

NOTE — PLEASE READ THE PROLOGUE FOR STORY SUMMARY, WARNINGS, AND A/N Chapter 1

PRESENT DAY

“Izu—” You suck oxygen into your lungs, sprinting after him while hoisting the school bag over your shoulder. God, you wish that he would slow the hell down, “Izuku! Wait for me!”

Finally, the green haired boy turns to you, slowing his pace.

“O-oh, Y/N! I didn’t hear you.”

“Probably stuck in that hero book of yours,” you tease, “still a big nerd after all these years.” Pink floods his cheeks, face twisting into an adorable pout.

“C’mon Y/N,” he gives your arm a light shove, “you’re just as obsessed with heroes as I am.” You simply stick your tongue out at him playfully and continue walking. Your middle school was about a ten-minute walk from your home and conveniently, you lived only a few minutes away from Izuku.

Your uniform skirt swishes around your thighs as you walk and it isn’t long before you both reach the front entrance of your humble middle school. The sight of it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. Thanks to a certain someone, it isn’t exactly your favorite place to be. You frown as you see Izuku clench his fingers together with a nervous look — and you know the reason. No matter how hard you tried, you were never able to fully stop the taunts that were thrown at him for being quirkless. Unfortunately, threats to burn bullies alive with your Starfire could only go so far.

Your hands clench into your skirt as thoughts of a certain blond enter your mind, and you don’t notice the smoke until you hear Izuku yelp.

“Y/N! Your — your skirt is smoking!”

You look down to see your blue and purple flames licking up your hands and wrists, singing your skirt in the process. You let out a curse and immediately extinguish your flames. “Shit,” you whisper as you look down to see black singed spots where your hands had clenched your skirt. You groan, head dropping back to look at the blue sky. Leave it to Bakuhoe fucking Katsuki to make you lose control of your quirk.

Suddenly, you feel a hand brush the burnt material of your skirt and look up to meet concerned green eyes. Even though Izuku wasn’t that tall, he was still a few inches taller than you, and you were forced to look up slightly. Your E/C eyes widen as he gently touches the material covering your thigh and asks you in a soft voice, “Are you okay, Y/N? You’re not hurt right?”

Your eyes widen even further and blood rushes to your cheeks, “I— uh, y-yes...” You stammer several times over your response before the green-eyed boy finally realizes his actions.

Izuku.exe has stopped working.

He quickly removes his hand and brings it to cover his red face, stammering apologies left and right. You slap your own cheeks harshly and let out a small, nervous huff before speaking again, “Izu— hey! Izuku!”

You wave your hand in front of his face and realize that he’s gone into his insane ‘muttering mode’. A small smile adorns your lips and you finally pluck up the courage to place your hand on his shoulder, breaking his muttering phase. He looks at you with his forest green eyes, the blush still evident on his face.

“It’s okay Izu,” you say with a shy smile, “Let’s get to class before we’re late!”

Your heart stutters when he gives you a warm smile and pulls you along, not noticing the redness in your cheeks.

God, he really is a ray of sunshine.

The first bell rings when you reach the doors of the school and you both look at each other before breaking into a sprint. By pure luck, you and Izuku burst through the door just before the bell rings. You give Izuku a smile before making your way to your desk in the back corner. Your breath is coming out in huffs when you feel a pair of eyes on the side of your face. Looking up, your E/C gaze meets a pair of crimson red orbs.

As per usual, Katsuki Bakugou has a scowl on his face when he looks at you and you don’t hesitate to glare back at him before marching back to your desk. The small interaction with Katsuki leaves a bad taste in your mouth as class finally starts.

“Ah, looks like we have three students applying to UA this year. Let’s see...Bakugou, Y/N, and...Midoriya didn’t you want to go to UA too?” The scowl on your face deepens as the class begins to laugh at the thought.

“Midoriya? You’re kidding right?”

“There’s no way you’ll get into the hero course without a quirk!”

You’re about to reprimand the jeers at Izuku when an explosion sends his desk on its side. Your blood boils when you hear Katsuki insulting Izuku and you can’t help but stand from your seat when he backs him against the chalkboard, his hands popping with small explosions.

It only takes a few quick steps for you to find yourself in front of Katsuki with fire in your eyes. You’re too angry to hear the hushed whispers of your classmates as they await the fight between you.

Katsukis’ red eyes flare as you step in front of him, and his glare intensifies as he sneers, “I suggest you get the hell out of my way, loser.”

It’s obvious that he expects you to back down. To submit.

Hell to the no.

Your scowl deepens and you take a few steps forward until you’re only a few inches from his face. You crane your neck up to meet his eyes as he towers over you. Voice dropping to a savage whisper, you say, “Make me, bitch.”

Katsuki grits his straight, white teeth in anger and you can’t help but smirk as you hear the small explosions crackle from his hands. Behind you, Izuku stammers for you to calm down, “Please, Y/N. It’s fine! Just let it go, okay?”

But it wasn’t fine.

And you sure as hell weren’t going to let it go.

Flames burn at your fingertips, licking up your wrists in wisps of purple, blue, and white. Katsuki’s eyes begin to shine with a feral glint and he grins at the challenge. Your Starfire burns hot against his skin — you’re surprised that he hasn’t backed off yet.

Then again, he is Katsuki Bakugo — and he doesn’t back down from anything.

Suddenly, you hear the voice of your teacher as he booms for everyone to get back to their seats. Katsuki’s eyes leave yours to glare over your shoulder and you feel a hand tug at your sleeve. Giving him one last glare, you turn to Izuku with a kind smile.

“You okay, Izu?”

The words are soft and gentle as they come out of your mouth, completely different than the voice you used with Katsuki. You can feel his anger radiating behind you as he lets out an angry ‘tch’ before stomping back to his desk.

You can visibly see the stress leave Izuku when Katsuki finally sits down, “Kacchan really does hate me, doesn’t he?” Your heart breaks a little at the sad expression on his face and he looks up when you poke his cheek with a smile.

“Don’t sweat it Izuku, he’s just a jerk. Their opinions don’t matter. You can do whatever you want, including being a hero. We’ll both get into UA, I know it.”

And for the second time that morning, the smile on his face leaves you breathless.

“Thanks, Y/N.”

You both jump and blush when the teacher calls out his order yet again, finally going separate ways to your own desks.

***

You're too busy covering your pink cheeks with your hands to notice the angry, crimson eyes drilling into you. Katsuki clenches his fist tightly and a loud ‘snap’ can be heard throughout the classroom. The pencil that was once in his grip hits the desk in pieces.

***

Class drags on throughout the day and you sigh with relief as the final bell rings. You pack up your things quickly and make your way to Izukus’ desk, setting down your bag next to his chair. You hold up your index finger when he meets your eyes, “I’ll be right back. Wait for me?”

He gives you a nod of acknowledgement and turns back to his hero notes with a mumble. You smile and jog out the classroom door, heading for the restroom.

You round the corner to the classroom a couple minutes later and your hand reaches for the handle only to freeze when you hear Katsukis’ voice from inside.

“Y’know if you really wanna be a hero that badly there actually might be another way. Just pray that you’ll be born with a quirk in your next life, and take a swan dive off the roof of the building.”

Your hands shake as they clench into your skirt and once again you smell smoke as your Starfire burns straight through the thick material. You slam the wood door open so hard that you’re sure it splinters, and your flames are sparking against your skin like wildfire.

Your Starfire crackles and pops as it races across your skin and you launch yourself at Katsuki when the door opens. Dissipating the flames on your right hand, you slam a clenched fist into Katsukis’ jaw with all your might.

His friends yelp and jump back when your furious form comes into view and Katsuki lets out a growl while clenching his jaw, palms crackling.

“You bitch!”

You’re just about to launch yourself at him a second time when you feel arms wrap around your shoulders. Izukus’ forearms rest just below your collar bones and you feel your shoulders relax as he whispers soft words in your ear, “Y/N, let’s just go...” Your mouth opens in protest but you freeze when his arms tighten around you.

“Please.”

Your heart breaks at the emotion in Izukus’ voice and you turn around to get your bag. Snatching Izukus’ hand, you make your way to the door — which was now sporting a large splinter down the side. You ignore Katsukis’ loud curses as you pass, and finally come to a stop when you and Izuku are just outside the door.

The curses coming out of Katsukis’ mouth cease when your E/C orbs meet his, and you know that there must be Starfire in your eyes.

Your voice is chillingly calm when you speak again, and you say the words with as much venom as possible, “Fuck you, Bakugou.”

You’re surprised when Bakugou flinches slightly at the last word. For as long as you had known him, you had never once called him Bakugou. Even after he had changed for the worst, he had always, always been Katsuki to you.

And with that, you started down the hall with Izuku — leaving Katsuki Bakugou behind.

#reader insert #x reader #Anime #my hero academia #Fanfiction #Fanfic #mha romance #mha fanfiction #izuku midoryia smut #izuku midoriya #izuku midoria x reader #mha midoriya #mha bakugou #Mha #bakugou x y/n #bakugou smut #bakugou katsuki

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scummy-writes · 2 years

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This request is...old. like. Embarrassingly old to the point where I don't think the requester is even into ikevamp anymore- that old.

But. I wanted a small writing warm up while on my lunch break, so I whipped this up and the context of the ask is needed- so I took a screenshot so I wouldn't bother the person who asked, haha...

Short, unbeta'd since it's a request I'm using as a warm up, gets a little heated because while Mc might be innocent, Arthur is a pervert at heart (even if he's a sweetheart).

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This… was torture. Divine torture; pain that was worth bearing just to have you so close to him, but Gods, Arthur was suffering so.

You wiggled your hips as you settled in his lap, ignoring the wooden chair creaking as you leafed through the pages on his desk, "hm, you've written a lot today! Are you sure you're hitting writer's block, Arthur?"

He was hitting a block of some sort, right now… but he forced himself to ignore how cluelessly you were rubbing against his cock in your excitement to read his latest manuscript, trying to will the heat that was coiling deep in his abdomen away.

"I could feel myself getting there, luv! Those shackles creeping up to keep me here in agony, pouring over pages, trying to make sense of where to go next…!" he wrapped his arms around your middle, nuzzling your shoulder with a sigh. He hoped you couldn't hear the strain in his voice as he spoke, cutting down his theatrics, "...but as always, having my little dove with me soothes away any troubles I have."

Gods, your giggle would be the death of him. How could you be so darling, unintentionally riling him up, yet balming him with your gentle pats and letting him cling onto you so?

Arthur closed his eyes and breathed in your scent- the delicate perfume you wore mixed with the sweet smell of your blood that coursed through your veins. He could recall the day you started wearing this perfume: a date the two of you had gone on, where Arthur wouldn't take your humble declines for a gift again - why were you so stubborn about letting him spoil you? But eventually, you agreed as long as you could pick out a cologne for him in return.

Could you smell it on him now? When the wind blew through his open window, gently breezing through your locks?

Did the scent of him drive you up the wall in need, or did it simply comfort you?

For Arthur, the way you affected him as a whole depended on his mood. On some days he would feel his heart swell, and want nothing more than to bring you laughter and countless smiles. But on other days, something else would swell unbearably… and all he wanted to do on those days was greedily take kiss after kiss from you, swallowing every sweet, pleasurable mew his innocent little bird gave him as he showed you all the ways he could render you speechless-

"Oh!"

Arthur startled at your exclamation, eyes cracking open as he nearly broke out into a cold sweat. Was he reacting a bit too much with his daydreams?

But you simply nudged him for attention, pointing towards one of the lines he had written, completely unaware of how unbearable his growing erection was becoming underneath your plump rear.

"I don't think you often describe things like this, Arthur. I really like it, it helps visualize the story more and- eek!" Your cheeks turned bright red as he planted a kiss on your neck, your next words coming out in a stammer as you recovered from the surprise, "Arthur!"

"I'm sorry, luv," his palms moved to tease up your thighs, your skirt rising with the movement as even the tips of your ears burned with your blush, "but I have an entirely different problem I need your help with right now…"

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give-soup-please · 2 years

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maybe the narrator's reaction to the reader replaying the countdown ending over and over just to hear his voice when he makes fun of stanley?

(the countdown ending is hot okay)

Narrator and reader who plays the countdown ending just to hear his voice

The narrator sighs inwardly, because you’re playing the countdown ending for the fourth time today. He recites the same dialogue over and over, adding more bite and deeper intonations each time.

Your mic is plugged in, and whether or not you realize it, the narrator can hear you. Specifically, he can hear your breathing and giggling. What on earth? The narrator is a consummate professional though, and doesn’t pull himself off script. He reaches a specific piece of dialogue, and everything begins to click.

“You're only still playing instead of watching a cutscene because I want to watch you for every moment that you're powerless, to see you made humble.” He hears you try and bite back a whimper, not quite managing to fully suppress it.

Oh. The narrator is cackling inwardly, shocked in a very, very pleasant way. So you were one of those players? He could work with that. The ending continues as normal. The explosion wrenches the building to pieces, destroying Stanley.

The narrator waits for you to approach the boss’ office again, and that’s when the game starts to change.

He waits, trying to choose the right moment for maximum impact. You enter the number into the keypad, trying to rush through it all so you could listen to him monologue in that way again. The door to the mind control facility slides open, then slams back shut.

“Reader, we need to talk. Or, to be more accurate, I’m going to talk to you, and you’re going to listen.” He’s smug as you stifle a gasp. The power’s entirely in his hands now.

“Were you ever planning on telling me that you liked me taking control, or was I just meant to find out from those sounds you were making?”

His voice is rolling, and deep, and very sensual. Something inside of you is twitching.

You blush and stammer and the narrator interrupts you.

“Hush. Here’s what’s going to happen. I am going to guide you through the game again. You are going to follow every single order I give, and you are going to learn to enjoy the feeling of me taking command.” Your heart rate has spiked, and you’re trembling in your seat.

“If you prove to me that you can be good and obey, well-” He chuckles darkly. “There’s quite a happy ending in it for you. What do you say?”

(first time writing sensual dialogue for him. how'd I do? and you're absolutely right, anon, that ending is... yum.)

#the stanley parable #tsp narrator #headcanon #answered ask #tsp #stanley parable #narrator #tsp narrator x reader

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umiarumi · 3 years

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fucking three houses | ignatz victor

in the wise words of cupcakke, slurp that dick til it cum (smack my ass like a drum)

You skidded backwards as Byleth landed the finishing blow to your side. Stumbling, you let out a defeated huff and dropped your training sword, stretching your arms.

"Jeez teach, even after five years comatose, you still best me in sword-fighting. And that's meant to be my thing!" You guffawed, heavily breathing in between words. You outstretched a gloved hand to your teacher, meeting his blank stare.

"It's mine too." He said, shaking your own hand. You deadpanned before bursting into laughter again.

"You'd be right on that one, teach!" You shook your head, continuing to grin at him, retracting your hand and letting it rest on your hip.

"Your reflexes have sharpened, and your footwork is impressive. You've trained well." He complimented, at which you felt your cheeks darken.

"Ah, thanks! Any constructive criticism?" You hummed, placing the sword back into the pile.

"Yes, you need to put more strength into your strikes." He explained, replacing his own.

You nodded gratefully, looking up to the sky. The sun started to set, a few spotty clouds resting above the two of you.

"I'm turning in for the day, (Y/N). I will be in my personal quarters if you need me." He bid you goodbye before strutting off like usual. As simple as the guy was, he had this odd charm.

"Guess I'll turn in too then... nothing wrong with a stroll around the monastery!" You cheered to yourself. You wiped your sweating face with the sleeve of your top before sauntering off.

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As you walked alongside the grassy plains of the monastery outskirts, you spotted a small green figure crouching in the distance. You could barely spot them among all the spurts of long grass decorating the land. You walked slowly as to avoid startling them, squinting to see what the hell it was they were doing. On further examination, you recognised that choppy, blonde head of hair.

Continuing to saunter to his destination, you soon picked out exactly what it was he was doing. Painting! You two had talked about your secret hobbies, your own being reading. You smiled at the thought, remembering how shocked each of you was to each other's hobby. You thought you had a pretty strong bond with Ignatz when you returned, so now seems a good time to have a chat!

You approached behind him quietly, taking time to, for once, keep your voice at a low volume.

"Uh, hi Ignatz!" You whisper yelled, flinching as the dirty blonde jumped in surprise. He turned around, breathing a sigh of relief after registering who it was.

"Oh! It's just you, (Y/N). You shocked me, haha!" He nervously greeted you, fidgeting with his paintbrush.

You grinned, waving at him. "Sorry man, I tried not to scare ya!" You chuckled bashfully, before sitting down next to him.

"So, whatcha painting and how are ya doing, Ignatz?" You asked, looking over to him curiously.

His gaze landed on your own, his earthy eyes seeming to be stuck to your own, a tension almost bubbling.

He shook his head, smiling softly at you.

"Ah, simply the view. It really is quite mesmerising in the evening, wouldn't you agree?" Enthusiasm built in his tone as he explained, his soft smile turning into a gleeful grin, matching your own.

You nodded, giving him a thumbs up. "I agree! I never really took time to take in the sights of the monastery, but now that I've matured... yeah, it really is a beautiful place, huh?" You hummed, looking off to the villages surrounding the base of the mountainous terrain.

He simply hummed to your question. "You're right (Y/N), you've really matured." He complimented, at least, that's what you hoped.

You gave a short laugh, scratching your neck. "Yeah, thanks! I used to be a rowdy one, but I think the past few years have smoothed some of the edges. Not all of 'em though!" You cheered, tilting your head appreciatively. You looked to him, catching his lingering gaze. His face heated up slightly, nodding to you.

"If you don't mind, I uh, have a request..." He mumbled, refusing to meet your eye. He pushed his glasses back, taking a quick peek at your face. If you blinked you would've missed it, he seemed so shy right now!

"Sure thing! If it isn't gold or assassination plans, I'm open!" You beamed, leaning in to hear what he had to ask.

He chuckled anxiously at your response. Even after knowing you for such a long time, having a girl so close to him was nerve-wracking.

"Nothing of the sort, don't worry. I was wondering, well, may I paint your likeness?" He muttered quietly, his heart stammering. His stomach drops after a few seconds of silence before daring to peek at the mystery of what your expression could be.

However, he was pleasantly surprised at what he saw. Your face was dark, lips pursed tight in a taught smile. You stuttered as you replied.

"Y-you wanna paint me! For real?! This is such an honour, seriously, thank you Ignatz!"

Ignatz gasped, anticipating anything but your reaction.

"Oh really, it's no worries!" He waved his hand dismissively, his own face reddening like a tomato.

The two of you continued to throw gratefulness at each other for what seemed like forever until you found yourselves at his dorm.

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"Well Ignatz, what kind of painting would you like to make?" You asked, sitting on a plush, velvet stool in his room. You looked around the place, noting the birthday flowers from Byleth, the spare easels and art supplies.

"Well, whatever you'd like truly, as long as I may paint you." He answered, humbly smiling and looking down at you.

You smirked, raising a brow. "How about a nude painting then?" You asked teasingly, crossing your legs.

He smiled at the idea. "Oh, what a good idea! I haven't had many references for the female anatomy and I've always been interested in..." The colour seemed to drain from his face as he realised just exactly what you suggested.

You stifled a chuckle, watching him stutter and rush to speak.

"O-oh! I didn't realise, no, I mean of course I would love to! Ah, that's too forward, no um... I don't want to pressure you, argh!" The colour which had left soon returned in the form of a crimson storm.

You laughed, shaking your head.

"Ignatz, really, it's no worries. I would genuinely not mind, I'm happy to as long as you are." You attempted to calm him down, smiling.

He took a deep breath, nodding.

"Then, yes. We're both adults now, there's no need to freak out." He seemed to try to convince himself rather than you.

"Exactly!" You smiled, standing up. "Alright, I'll undress now." You hummed, thinking.

You had already teased him by suggesting a nude painting, and stripping in front of the blushing boy... you could make this fun for yourself. And maybe even both of them. Claude may have just had a point.

You held his gaze as you unclasped your armour, placing it down on his desk, avoiding the parchment and sketches.

Next, you untied your cropped top, letting it fall to the floor leaving only your bodice on your upper half.

Undoing your bra, you broke his gaze for a moment only to look back immediately. His body seemed to stiffen, in more ways than one, once he caught sight of your breasts slightly bouncing as you stopped stretching.

You wiggled out of your puffed pants, sitting back down to pull them all the way off along with your boots and leggings.

"Nearly there!" You huffed, as you stood back up, shedding your underwear.

By then, Ignatz' face had erupted into a furious blush. His eyes lingered all too long on your exposed vagina, causing you to grin teasingly as he met your gaze.

"Now, shall we?" You asked, sitting upon the comforting stool once more.

He seemed to snap out of his daze at those words, tugging on his coat. Pulling out his desk chair, he set it in front of you. Pulling his easel across the room, the slight scratching of wood against wood was the sole sound of the tension-filled room.

Setting a canvas down, he seemed to take a few deep breaths before grabbing a pencil.

"How would you like me to pose?" You asked, smiling. This could be interesting.

"Oh, yes, uh, however you'd like to, really!" He stumbled upon his words, before finally holding your gaze.

"Got it." You responded. How could you tease him further? As you contemplated, you finally came across a decision. You leant one leg over another, giving him a subtle view of your exposed cunt.

You raised your arm, letting your gloved hand sit beneath your chin. Your upper arm pressed against your left breast, giving you slight cleavage, You gave him your signature cheeky grin, before raising a brow.

Speaking through your teeth, you asked him a question. "How's this?"

"J-j-just perfect!" He stuttered, shutting his eyes tight before reopening them and focusing.

"Now, hold that pose for me?" He asked, finally confident and contained. At least, on the outside.

You were content with holding your pose, as long as you could continue to tease him after he finished his sketch was your real goal. Whether or not anything transpired... well, you'd be lying if you said you didn't want anything to.

As you waited, you watched Ignatz' face morph into one of pure concentration, reminding you of how admirable he was. Despite his preference to stay on the quiet side of things, he was a talented man. Both on the battlefield and in the artistic field.

Minutes passed until Ignatz' face settled into a satisfied smile, signifying his completion of the sketch. You grinned wider at this, his face was adorable when he was proud!

"Thank you, (Y/N)." He thanked you. Refusing to look in your direction, he was reminded of the tightness in his pants.

"No, thank you, Ignatz! Actually... it had me wondering... may you do a favour for me?" Your voice dropped into a whisper, so his gaze fell upon your figure. Your eyelids drooped as a sultry smile fell upon your lips.

He gulped at this, yet nodding nonetheless. "Anything."

"Wonderful." You commented pleasantly. Standing up, you sauntered towards him. Aware of his gaze dropping to your softly bouncing tits as you took confident strides towards him.

Once right in front of him, looking down upon his still seated form you grinned.

"Let me... repay the favour you did for me?" You asked, tilting your head, curious.

He swallowed nervously once more, before nodding shyly. He fiddled with his hands, struggling to meet your gaze.

"How... how would you like to do so?" He mumbled, occasionally peeking up at your towering form.

"Well, if I put it bluntly... let me please you." You deadpanned, the loose smirk on your lip tugging back into place on your face, cheeks steadily growing rosier.

His face officially became a competitor for ripest tomato, and he nodded excitedly.

"Please... do." He muttered.

Your lazy smirk grew into a full-on grin. Quickly, you dropped to your knees.

He gasped at the inclination of your actions, his jaw staying dropped as you worked his pants downwards.

You slid his undergarments off, his cock bouncing free of its strained containment.

You licked a stripe up his cock, leaving a trail of saliva in your wake. He shuddered, a slight moan escaping his taught lips.

You gave a kiss to the bulbous, pink head of his dick before letting it slip in between your mouth.

His breath shuttered as you began to work a continuous up-and-down rhythm on his cock.

He gasped in time with each bob of your head, his hand slowly reaching its way to the back of your head. He looked down to check with you for permission, and you winked, giving your best inclination of consent.

And with that, he began to thrust into your mouth and push your head at the same time. God, he was insanely fast and rough, but you controlled your erratic throat muscles. It was pretty damn hot, especially for a guy so shy.

Your hand snaked down to your dripping pussy, the situation you orchestrated obviously having an effect on yourself. Not a negative one though, not at all.

You harshly began to rub your clit, not bothered with dragging it out. You were looking to climax, and by the sounds of Ignatz, he was too.

As you rubbed your sensitive bud, you moaned around his dick. The vibrations caused Ignatz to shudder, closing his eyes tightly.

"I'm gonna cum! Ah, (Y/N) you're making me cum!" He moans, groaning as you felt his cock still, and as the warm, bitter burst of cum in your mouth exploded, so did you. Your pussy clenched around emptiness, yet the throbbing in your clit as you orgasmed satisfied you all the same.

Your head slipped off his softening dick, a pleased smile settling on your face as you swallowed. As bitter as it was, you had nowhere else to hide the evidence.

"Thank you, Y/N)... that was... so good." He whispered, giving you a sweet smile. He leant down and kissed the top of your head and you chuckled.

"But I must ask, is that what you were learning whilst you were gone for so long?"

"Ignatz!?"

#fire emblem x reader smut #fire emblem smut #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #ignatz victor #ignatz x reader #ignatz victor x reader #ignatz smut #ignatz victor smut #fe ignatz #fe3h ignatz #smut #fe3h #fanfic #fe3h x reader #fe3h fanfic

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august-anon · 3 years

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Are You Still?

I got hyperfixated on It a couple months ago and now here we are lol, this has been in my fic backlog for a while now. Hope you enjoy this one!

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Fandom: It (movies)

Ship(s): Reddie

Characters (lee/ler): Switch!Richie/Switch!Eddie

Word Count: 3879 words

Summary: Richie finds himself in a position that brings up some of the few fond memories he has from Derry. He decides to relive some of them.

[ao3 link]

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Richie yelped as his legs and feet were suddenly shoved roughly off the couch, startling him out of his doze. He glared up at the offender and saw Eddie, already glaring back at him as he took a seat on the other end of Bill’s couch.

“What the fuck, man?” Richie asked, bringing one of his legs back up to shove at Eddie’s shoulder with his foot.

“If you’re gonna sleep, go do it in a bed,” Eddie snapped back, crossing his arms. “Don’t take up the whole fucking couch with your freakishly long sasquatch legs. This isn’t even your couch anyway, what the hell is wrong with you?”

Richie rolled his eyes. “The others aren’t getting here for another two hours, I think I’m allowed a fucking nap.”

“If you went to sleep at a normal fucking time,” Eddie said, slicing his hand through the air, “you wouldn’t need to take so many naps. What the fuck do you even do all night? I get texts from you at like, three in the morning!”

Richie leaned forward with a grin. “Well, if you really want to know--”

“If this is a joke about my mom you better shut the fuck up right now.”

Richie tossed his head back with a laugh. “Alright, alright.”

Richie had enough self control to give the scene about two minutes to settle. Then, he swung his legs back onto the couch and draped them over Eddie’s lap.

“Hey!” Eddie said, trying to push his legs off. “Get off me, asshole! Stop taking up the whole couch!”

Richie tilted his head back and let out an obnoxious snoring sound. Eddie huffed out a frustrated breath and it took all of Richie’s stage skills to not start laughing at him.

Then, unexpectedly, Eddie swung his own legs up on the couch along with Richie’s. Richie startled, jerking his head up to give Eddie an odd look, but yelped when Eddie started kicking and shoving at Richie with his feet.

“What the hell, man?!”

Eddie didn’t reply. There was a grin growing on his face as he slid down the couch, trying to reach further with his feet. Richie found it entirely too adorable, which unfortunately distracted him from Eddie sending a foot flying toward his face. Richie yelped and barely dodged out of the way in time to save his glasses from Eddie’s wrath. The scene unlocked a memory in his mind, long buried despite regaining his memories from Derry.

At this point, Richie only hogged the hammock as an excuse to get close to Eddie. It was honestly pretty uncomfortable, the hammock wasn’t meant for two people, even as `small as Eddie was, and it was a hassle to get them both to fit most of the time.

Which, surprisingly, was only partially where the kicking came in. The rest was because Eddie and Richie were just like that.

They were arguing loudly over the hammock again, which happened pretty much every time they were in the clubhouse together. Richie barely managed to dodge a foot, clearly aiming to hook around his glasses and throw them off his face. It was one of Eddie’s favorite moves, because it left Richie blind and annoyed, and it wasn’t exactly easy to annoy someone as annoying as Richie.

Before Eddie could go for his frames again, Richie grabbed his ankle, fighting for control of the limb. Eddie tried to tug his leg back, shouting a number of obscenities at Richie, but Richie just grinned a memory sparking in his mind.

“Hey Eds--”

“Don’t call me Eds, fucknut!”

“Are you still ticklish as fuck?”

Eddie’s eyes went wide and he started yelling even louder. Out of the corner of his eye, Richie caught Bev laughing at them while Stan rolled his eyes. They could shut the fuck up, in Richie’s humble opinion, this meant absolutely nothing at all, and Richie’s heart was totally not beating wildly out of his chest.

Richie started scratching his nails against the arch of Eddie’s socked foot, and Eddie’s obscenities quickly became interspersed with laughter. Richie couldn’t help but laugh along with him, wiggling his fingers along with his scratching to try and get an even better reaction.

“Fuck -- Richie, please!”

Richie smirked at him. “Begging already, Eddie Spaghetti? I know you can last longer than that.”

“Rich!!”

Foolishly, Eddie kicked at Richie with his other foot, trying to knock Richie’s hands off him. Instead, Richie let out his best evil laugh (it fell a little flat, Richie definitely needed to workshop it, but even still, a blush rose to Eddie’s adorable little ears) and grabbed Eddie’s other foot. Eddie shrieked and tried to escape, but Richie quickly pressed Eddie’s legs together before wrapping his own legs around Eddie’s knees to keep them there.

“Richie, don’t you fucking dare!”

“Oh, I dare, Eds.”

Richie immediately went back to scratching at Eddie’s arches, grinning when he burst back into loud laughter. He scrunched his soles and tried to shake Richie’s hands off, twisting and turning and kicking what little he could, but unable to get free from Richie’s hold. He couldn’t even flip the hammock over to knock them to the floor, though it was clear he was trying.

“What’s wrong, Eds, can’t get away?”

Even through his laughter, Eddie still managed to cry out, “Don’t you fucking call me that!”

As usual, Richie ignored him, moving down to tickle at his heels. Eddie tumbled into childish, high-pitched giggles that were so adorable that even Richie’s ears went pink. It was nothing compared to the flush suddenly filling Eddie’s face, though, all too aware of how he sounded.

“Cute cute cute!” Richie called out to him.

Eddie didn’t reply, he simply covered his giggling face.

“Aw, come on Eddie, don’t hide!”

“Shut the fuck up!”

Richie decided to be nice and stop embarrassing Eddie, moving his fingers up to tickle just under Eddie’s socked toes. Eddie’s hands dropped from his face as his eyes bulged out of his skull, shrieking and trying desperately to kick his legs out of Richie’s grasp. He tried to sit up to reach Richie’s hands, but Richie used one foot to push back against his chest while still pinning Eddie’s knees as best as he could.

“Richie!!”

Richie grinned. “Yes, Eddie my love?”

“Please!”

Richie chuckled under his breath and cocked his head to the side. “You know, you haven’t actually asked me to stop.”

Richie lightened his touch so Eddie was only giggling, and Eddie’s eyes widened in surprise. He stammered for a few seconds, even as he was giggling and panting, before he found his words.

“Yes-- Yes I have!”

“N-n-no you h-haven’t!” Bill helpfully called across the clubhouse.

Eddie went so red that Richie was almost worried he would burst a blood vessel in his face. He couldn’t help the stupid grin that spread across his face as Eddie glared at him.

“Well-- fucking stop, then!”

Richie stopped immediately, freeing Eddie’s legs. And he may have been an asshole, but he was at least nice enough to not mention the disappointment that crossed Eddie’s face when Richie finally freed him.

“Hey Eds--”

Eddie’s scowled deepened, even as he kept his feet flying toward Richie’s glasses, trying to knock them off. “Don’t call me Eds, fucknut!”

Richie grinned brightly, trapping Eddie’s feet and legs in that same hold from so long ago. “Are you still ticklish as fuck?”

Eddie’s eyes went wide. He started kicking even harder, trying to free his legs before Richie could attack. Richie wiggled his fingers threateningly above Eddie’s socked feet.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Eddie shouted. “I will fucking kill you, don’t you fucking dare!”

Richie laughed. The whole situation was starting to give him a bit of deja vu, the only thing missing was the near-sickening swing of a shitty old hammock from all of Eddie’s squirming.

“Oh, I dare, Eds.”

Richie started scratching at Eddie’s arches with both hands, showing no mercy. Eddie burst into laughter immediately, trying and failing to tug his legs back. Just like when they were kids, Richie couldn’t help but laugh with him.

“Richie, come on!”

“Yes, Eddie?”

Eddie squealed at a particularly vicious wiggle of Richie’s nails against his skin, arching his back and scrunching his feet up. His feet wiggled and twisted in Richie’s grasp, and Richie play-growled as he tried to keep them still and tickle them at the same time.

“Hold still!” Richie said. “Or’ll I’ll go for your toes!”

Eddie gasped through his laughter, thrashing even harder. Richie laughed as he tightened his legs around Eddie’s own.

“Please!” Eddie yelled.

An evil grin spread across Richie’s face. “Please tickle your toes?”

Eddie yelled wordlessly.

“I think I will, since you asked so nicely.”

Richie dug his fingers into the fabric beneath Eddie’s toes, trying his best to tickle despite how scrunched up his feet were. He was really more tickling the balls of his feet at this point. Eddie howled and tossed his head back, more pleas and curses falling from his lips.

“Alright, that’s it,” Richie said. “If that’s how you’re gonna be--”

Richie started pulling Eddie’s socks off. Eddie desperately gripped them in his toes, squirming and kicking to dislodge Richie, but there was a smile on his face all the while even though Richie wasn’t actively tickling him. His dimples were bright and deep, even with the scar that cut through the one on his left cheek, and his ears were a bright pink. Richie’s heart stuttered in his chest.

Damn his stupid fucking childhood crush, coming back to bite him in the ass over 20 years later. How could he still be in love with Eddie Kaspbrack, even after all these years?

At least Richie was good at burying his feelings, especially before people could see them on his face. And Eddie, arguably the best at reading him (aside from Stan, at least, but Stan could read everyone like a book with no effort at all), was thankfully a little too distracted to notice Richie’s own pink cheeks and ears.

Richie finally managed to tug his socks off, throwing them somewhere else in the room. They could find them later. He made sure his grip wrapped around Eddie’s legs was properly tight before gathering up Eddie’s big toes in one hand. The other started spidering gently over Eddie’s heels, making him tumble into giggles just like when they were kids.

“You know, Eds, you haven’t changed one bit.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Eddie yelled through his giggles, the pink spreading down his ears and into his cheeks at the sound of himself.

His giggles weren’t as sweet and childish as they once were. They were deeper now, and less bright, but they were bubbly as ever and no less beautiful. Richie felt his own blush spread down his neck and he hoped Eddie didn’t notice that, either. Well, embarrassing Eddie had always been a great way of distracting him, before.

“You’re as adorable as ever, Spaghetti!” Richie said, wiggling his fingers just a tad higher so they just barely reached the bottom of his arches. “Ticklish as ever, too.”

Eddie shrieked and tried to scrunch his feet as Richie moved higher, but Richie kept his grip tight enough that he had no success. Slowly, he started inching his fingers even higher, moving towards Eddie’s toes. If he remembered correctly, this spot would get Eddie to scream.

“You know, Eddie,” Richie said conversationally, raising his voice to talk over Eddie’s laughter, “If you told me to stop, I would.”

“I did!” Eddie said.

“No you haven’t,” Richie replied at the exact same time as Bill, who Richie hadn’t even heard come back in the room.

Richie jumped, his tickling faltered for a moment, shooting a glare over at Bill.

“Fuck off,” he and Eddie said in unision.

Bill raised his hands in surrender and left the room, muttering something about “weird flirting rituals.”

Well, fuck you, Billiam, because Richie was sure as hell not flirting, no sir.

He was just… tickling the shit out of the guy he’d been hopelessly in love with since he was eleven. It was no big deal. Just two bros being dudes.

Richie turned his evil grin back on Eddie once Bill had gone. “Last chance to stop this,” he said.

“Fuck you,” Eddie snapped, his blush going from pink to red.

Richie’s smile widened. It wasn’t anywhere near a “stop.”

He immediately started scratching his nails beneath Eddie’s toes, keeping his touch soft and gentle to start. It still had Eddie screaming in seconds, struggling desperately to pull his feet from Richie’s grasp.

“Asshole!” Eddie gasped through his laughter.

“That’s still not telling me to stop,” Richie said in a sing-song voice.

“Please! Rich!”

“That is also not telling me to stop. Are you sure you hate this as much as you pretend to?”

“Fuck!”

Richie cackled as Eddie thrashed around on the couch. He wiggled his fingers at the skin under his toes, twisted his fingers between them, and even scratched at the stems. The whole time, Eddie was going ballistic, tears of laughter building up in his eyes. Even through all this, he still hadn’t told Richie to stop. Richie was starting to wonder if he was going too far.

Then, Eddie started sitting up. Richie tried the same trick from when they were kids, using one of his feet to push at Eddie’s chest so he couldn’t reach Richie’s hands. The only issue was, Eddie was a lot stronger than when they were kids. He wasn’t that tiny little boy anymore, riddled with false illnesses, afraid he was as breakable as glass. He was still tiny, sure, but he was strong. Eddie worked out now (which Richie definitely appreciated, not that he would ever admit it).

Even weakened with his howling cackles, Eddie still managed to push his way up. His eyes were glowing with mirth, his face was bright and open with his unrepentant smile, and his cheeks were rosy and healthy. Richie couldn’t help the way his fingers faltered at the sight.

It was all the opening Eddie needed. His grin went from bubbly to feral in milliseconds and he tugged his feet out from Richie’s grip without any effort at all. Richie quickly realized that those were runner’s legs, because Eddie worked out, and that Eddie had been holding back that whole fucking time.

Richie had two epiphanies at once. One, Eddie had been letting Richie tickle him, he wanted it, and that set off all sorts of butterflies in his chest and stomach. Two, Richie was absolutely and totally fucked, which set off a whole different brand of butterflies.

“Eds-- Eddie, let’s talk about this--”

Eddie’s grin widened. “Don’t call me Eds.”

Then, Eddie lunged. Richie made a very embarrassing sounding yelp, that he very much hoped Eddie would keep to himself, and tried to scramble back over the arm of the couch. He failed, obviously, seeing as the only working out he’d ever done in his life was running from the clown and Bowers, and Eddie could probably run a marathon and not break a sweat.

Richie quickly found himself pinned underneath Eddie, Eddie’s weight straddling his thighs. Richie’s hands were still free, but he’d never been especially coordinated, and it only got worse with even the threat of being tickled.

Probably because of some subconscious desire of his to have wiggling fingers dig into every sensitive spot he has. Not that he’d ever admit any sort of desire out loud.

“Since you so mercilessly went for such a bad spot--”

“You were kicking me--!”

“-- I think I’ll return the favor.”

“Wait,” Richie cried, but it was pretty unconvincing given the giddy smile on his face. “Eddie, wait, no!”

Eddie took on a patronizing voice. “All you have to say is ‘stop.’”

That was totally unfair. Richie said “stop” when being tickled about as much as Eddie did, which was almost never.

Richie wasn’t given much time to think about that, however, because Eddie wasted no more time in digging into his hips. Which, even more unfair in Richie’s opinion, going for a death spot so soon, when Richie worked his way up to Eddie’s toes.

He jumped and bucked as Eddie squeezed at his hips, which quickly turned to squealing and attempting to curl up when Eddie started scratching at the bones. Eddie’s nails, unsurprisingly, were a lot better manicured than Richie’s own, which meant they tickled like fuck. Richie felt like he was going to crawl out of his skin in the best of ways, and he chose to cover his flushing face with his hands instead of trying to shove Eddie off.

“Eds, please!”

Eddie hummed. “Mm, no. Tell me to stop, Rich.”

Richie wailed in ticklish embarrassment, now blushing for a completely different reason than Eddie being the cutest man on the planet. Now, he was fucking hot, all in control and making Richie lose his mind and shit, and he couldn’t even enjoy it because, as he said, he was losing his mind.

Well, he was blushing from that and the exertion of his laughter. Hopefully one could disguise the other.

“Cute cute cute,” Eddie said in a nasally, high-pitched voice, probably meant to mimic child-Richie.

Richie had a lot of things he wanted to say to that, not the least of which was a heartfelt love confession thanks to the object of his affections calling him fucking cute, but he went with a safer option instead.

“You’re shit at that!” He cried through his laughter.

Eddie’s tickling paused and Richie sucked in a few deep breaths, eyeing him warily. Eddie raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t think you’re in a position to fucking insult me right now.”

Oh shit.

Eddie shoved Richie’s shirt up and shimmied his jeans a little lower on his hips, sending all sorts of weird, conflicting messages through Richie’s brain. Then, while Richie was still trying to process that shit, Eddie ducked his head down and Richie lost all the breath he had regained.

He was shocked out of his stupor by the most torturous raspberry ever given in the history of mankind being blown against the dip of his hip. Richie was certain it was the loudest he had ever yelled, which was saying something because Richie was loud. He couldn’t gain enough control over his arms to do much more than grip Eddie’s hair. He didn’t bother trying to pull or push him away, he just held on for dear life as Eddie systematically destroyed him.

Richie howled and cackled and screamed, and Richie was glad that Bill was the only other one in the house because he really did not need every single Loser hearing him make these noises. Sure, they heard it echo in the clubhouse when they were kids, but Richie was an adult now and had to maintain some semblance of control and maturity.

Then again, Bill would probably spread this around like wildfire.

Just when Richie thought he’d reached peak ticklishness, Eddie somehow led him to an all new peak. Richie’s screams went silent as Eddie gently dragged his teeth against one of his hipbones. Ticklish sparks shot straight up Richie’s spine, too ticklishly keyed up to realize how fucking hot that was, and he bucked up with a strength he didn’t know he possessed. The two of them landed in a heap on the floor.

Richie landed on top of Eddie, whose legs wound up wrapped around his waist. Richie held himself up on his forearms, resting on the rug on either side of Eddie’s head. Richie was still panting for breath, the wide, tickle-induced smile still stretched across his face and a blush still travelling from his ears to his neck. Eddie was grinning up at him, the pink flush spreading through his cheeks once more.

Richie wasn’t sure who moved first. All he knew was that suddenly, they were kissing. They were both smiling too wide for it to be a particularly effective kiss, but it still sent magical sparks zinging through Richie’s chest. If this was how all of their tickle fights were going to end from now on, Richie was going to have to start them more often.

“Fuck,” Richie whispered when they pulled back.

Eddie pressed their foreheads together with a chuckle. “I guess that’s one way to do it.”

“You know,” Richie said, still whispering. “I only tickled you so much when we were kids because you were fucking adorable when I did, and I was practically in love with you.”

Eddie locked eyes with him.

“I don’t think you hated it as much as you pretended to, though,” Richie finished with a grin.

“Fuck you,” Eddie snapped, but there was no heat to it. “And now?”

“Now?”

“Why start a tickle fight now?”

Richie grinned. “Well, Eds--”

“Fuck you!”

“-- I gotta say, the years didn’t make you any less adorable.”

“Yeah?” Eddie whispered, and Richie felt Eddie’s legs tighten around his waist.

“Yeah.” And then, because Richie couldn’t be serious for more than two minutes at a time, he said, “Still not as cute as your mom, though.”

Eddie groaned, slapping his shoulder. “Beep beep, you fucking asshole. I thought we were having a moment.”

Richie raised his eyebrows. “We could have another, if you want.”

One of Eddie’s hands came up to thread through the hair at the nape of Richie’s neck. Just as he started to tug Richie down, just as their lips started to brush, there was a snort from the doorway that had them jumping apart. Richie barely avoided clunking his head against the end table as he sprang away from Eddie.

“Finally,” Bill said. “B-B-Bev owes me fifty d-dollars.”

“Fuck off!” He and Eddie shouted in unison.

Bill laughed and raised his hands in surrender, leaving the room again. “D-don’t christen your n-n-new relationship on my rug.”

Richie scowled at Bill’s back until he was out of sight. Then, he turned his gaze back towards Eddie, who was already crawling towards him again.

“Wanna make out until the rest of the group gets here?” Eddie said with a grin.

Richie grinned back. “Only if I get to tickle you and you laugh into my mouth.”

Eddie laughed, already pulling Richie closer. “You’re so fucking weird.”

“You love it.”

Eddie sighed. “Unfortunately, I love you. Obnoxious as you are.”

Richie could barely stop smiling for long enough to press his lips to Eddie’s. Eddie shoved him back onto the floor, landing on top himself this time. Richie did end up skittering his fingers up and down Eddie’s sides and ribs, tasting the giggles that Eddie let out into his mouth. Eddie wasted no time in returning the favor, either, dragging his blunt nails across Richie’s skin to get him giggling against Eddie’s lips.

It was by far the best make-out session Richie had ever had. Partially from the tickling, Richie would never complain about that, but mostly because it was Eddie. Whenever the rest of the Loser’s arrived, they would be pretty hard-pressed to get Richie to stop kissing Eddie for even a moment. They had a lot of lost time to make up for.

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Sk8: The Sleepover

Author: GA!babe

Summary: The gang’s all here for a sleepover at Reki’s! In a discussion of skate names, Reki finds himself the center of attention after getting flustered by the mere mention of the word “tickle” (2,842 words)

“Langa! Glad you came!” Reki exclaimed as he opened the door to find his best friend standing there.

And then he looked behind the boy and saw…four other people right behind him.

“Uh, what are they doing here?” Reki asked, trying not to sound too rude, but it’s not like he wanted to invite two grown men, a clown, and a literal child over to his house as well. It was just supposed to be him and Langa tonight.

“Oh, well when you told me that your mom and sister were out of town for some mother-daughter bonding, I thought it would be nice if everyone came along.” Langa said with a smile. It made Reki wonder again why that smile made his heart flip flop. This boy? The one with a pile of snow in place of a brain?

“That’s not a problem, right, Reki?” Miya asked, snaking himself around Langa’s legs and looking up at the red head with his big puppy-dog eyes.

Reki took a deep breath.

“No, of course not. Come on in,” Reki sighed and took a small step aside so everyone could walk into his house. The house that he wasn’t supposed to have anyone else in while his mother and sister were away. That one.

“Nice place you have here, Reki. I’m sure the ladies love a humble man who lives with his mom,” Joe teased on his way in, ruffling the kid’s hair.

“Just so you know, Carla said there was a 95% chance that we were seen by one of your neighbors. I hope you aren’t grounded for too long after your mother finds out,” Cherry said as he slid by.

“Thanks for telling me,” Reki whined, his shoulders slumping. Great. Now it was almost guaranteed that he would be grounded when his mom got back.

“Wait, you’re not allowed to have people over? Why didn’t you say so?” Shadow hissed, looking over his shoulder to see if anyone was outside looking at him.

“Well, that’s not exactly–” Langa began.

“What kind of flowers does your mom like? I can get her a vase before she even gets home,” Shadow continued. taking out a little notepad from his pocket and waiting for a response.

“Uh, she likes lillies I think?” Reki said with a dry chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. Shadow scribbled it down with a frown.

“Not exactly the best of apology flowers, but I’ll see what I can do,” the older man grumbled as he stepped into the house.

“Sorry for ruining your date night, Reki. Sleepovers are fun though. Do you think we should braid each other’s hair?” Miya said, popping a bubblegum bubble as he also walked into the house.

“Date?” Reki squeaked, his face turning a rather nice shade of pink. Miya just laughed as he skipped towards the couch.

“You will not get your little claws on my hair!” Cherry snapped from the other room.

And then he was alone with Langa. The guy he had wanted here…alone in the house.

“Sorry, was I not supposed to invite them over?” Langa asked, smiling awkwardly. Reki couldn’t help but melt just a little. How could he say no to that face?

“Ah, no, you’re fine. I just forgot to ask for them over too. I just got, uh, busy with a new…new board! Yeah! Thanks. You saved me the trouble.” Reki stammered awkwardly, shuffling on his feet. Langa smiled softly and their shoulders bumped as he stepped in.

Reki closed the door with a sigh.

This was going to be a long night.

~ ~ ~

“Alright, what are we going to watch?” Miya asked, jumping onto the couch, quickly getting comfortable against the pillow in the corner.

“Watch? This is a party, right? We drink and play games until dawn!” Joe announced, sitting down on the couch and stretching his arms high over his head.

“You’re an idiot,” Cherry huffed, looking around with a barely concealed look of disgust. He looked between the couch, chair, and love-seat, before deciding that he was perfectly fine standing right here thank you very much.

“I’m an idiot? I’m just trying to make things fun around here!” Joe exclaimed, looking around to see if anyone agreed with him.

“Did you forget how old he was? He’d get in more trouble if his mom found empty sake bodies around the house,” Shadow huffed as he took his spot next to Joe. The burly man scowled at being sat next to a clown, but he didn’t protest too much.

“Well, there’s only so long she can ground me.” Reki chuckled before plopping down on the nearby love-seat. Langa sat down next to him, not at all bothered by how incredibly close they were.

“I’m sure she won’t be too mad, Reki,” Langa said and pat his friend on the back.

“Well, if we can’t drink, then why exactly are we here? What are we going to do?” Joe groaned, dragging a hand down his face dramatically.

“What were you expecting? He was probably going to play spin the bottle with his new boyfriend, right Reki?” Miya teased, a shit eating grin on his little face. “Maybe swap spit and make babies?”

“Miya, do you know how–?” Joe began before Shadow smacked him in the face with a heavy pillow.

“I will not be explaining that on my night off,” Shadow grumbled with a shake of his head. Reki and Langa stifled their giggles, giving each other matching looks.

“What? What’s so funny?” Miya hissed, his face turning pink as he realized that there was something that the adults knew that he definitely wasn’t aware of.

“You’ll know when you’re older,” Cherry said with a sigh and a shake of his head.

Reki laughed even harder at that.

“Stop it, guys! What is it? What did I say?” Miya whined, crossing his arms over his chest and just outright pouting. He had been bullied in school before, but this felt different. Sure, they were laughing, but there was no real malice behind it.

“We are not doing this tonight,” Shadow groaned, “Why can’t we just find monopoly or something?”

Reki laughed harder, leaning back against the back of the love-seat. Langa looked up and down the red-head.

“Really tickled over there, aren’t you Gearhead?” Cherry mused.

Reki’s laughter dissolved into a coughing fit.

“Wh-what?” Reki spluttered, his face turning an even brighter shade of bright red.

“What? Not Gearhead? Gears? Sunshine?” Cherry mused, finally sitting down, but on the arm of the couch.

“Those are all terrible skate names. How about Mech? TechDeck?” Joe chimed in.

“Oh, and Joe is such a cool skating name?” Cherry scoffed.

“With all this going on? Keeping it simple is how the ladies don’t get too overwhelmed by my awesomeness,” Joe shot back, flexing his arms for everyone to see.

“We could call him Fire? Opposite of Snow there?” Shadow said with a wink in Langa’s direction. This was the type of teasing that he could get behind because it wasn’t some complicated nonsense that he would have to explain to a child.

“How about Red? Like his face when you said that word?” Miya said, getting up off of the couch and sauntering over to where the two teenagers were sitting.

“Gearhead?” Langa asked, looking between Reki and the sly cat-like boy who was stalking his way over to them.

“Tickle.” Miya said plainly. Reki went an even brighter shade of red, closely resembling his own hair at the moment.

“Wh-What? I was just…thinking that Gearhead was such a stupid name that-uh…I dunno. It was ridiculous,” Reki said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

“I am insulted by that, Reki. Nicknames are incredibly important on the S. You’ll need to figure something out so that you’re not in Snow’s shadow every time to you step on a board.” Cherry said. Now he was the one pouting.

“I-I didn’t mean it like that, Cherry. It was just–” Reki continued, glancing between Miya and Cherry.

“He’s just too shy to admit that the word tickle got him all bothered like this,” Miya said smugly and jumped onto the arm of the love-seat.

“Why would something like that bother you, Reki?” Langa asked, all innocent, but Reki could swear he could see evil behind those bright blue eyes.

“It doesn’t bother me. I think Miya is just upset that we teased him a little.” Reki insisted, feeling like he was just a piece of red juicy meat and his friends just all turned into starving lions.

He could practically feel his skin buzzing.

“You sound really defensive, kid.” Joe said, leaning forward with a smirk on his face. “Are you that ticklish?”

“There’s only one way to find out!” Miya said and jumped forward–

Only to be stopped by Langa. Reki cowered with a squeak, pressed hard against the back of the love-seat.

“As much I would love to see Reki tickled to pieces, it’s not very fair if we all gang up against him like this, don’t you guys think so?” Langa asked, looking around. Reki sighed in relief at first before realizing what exactly the former snowboarder had said.

“Hey!” He exclaimed, shaking his head frantically.

“And how do you propose we do that, Snow?” Cherry asked, now definitely intrigued as to how exactly the blue-haired boy planned to get Reki in a puddle of giggles.

“Without killing him of course,” Shadow added with a pointed look. Sure, he liked to cause chaos and make people laugh (especially as his clown skater persona) but five against one was a bit much.

“Sure, we can play a regular party game.” Langa said with a shrug and turned to his friend and a pouting cat-boy. “Reki, truth or dare?”

Reki looked around and huffed.

“Truth.” He said with a small nod. No way he would say dare after all that nonsense about the damn t-word.

“Alright, where’s your most ticklish spot?” Langa asked calmly.

How the hell could Langa say shit like that without blushing?

“I don’t want to play this game. It’s rigged.” Reki grumbled. Now he was red from the tips of his ears to the base of his neck. After he let all of these hooligans into his house when he knew he would be grounded later… they treat him like this? Totally uncool.

“Alright, how many of us do you think you could handle tickling you? Surely you’re not that ticklish, Red.” Miya teased and stuck out his tongue.

“And what about you, Miya? You wouldn’t happen to be ticklish, would you?” Shadow asked, looking between Miya and Reki.

“You never answered the question, Reki.” Langa said with a smirk on his face.

“Alright, fine. You guys are bullies.” Reki huffed. “I don’t have any. You all are just wasting your time. Why don’t we pop a movie or something in the–”

And just like that, Langa was on top of him. He was shoved to the very corner of the love-seat with Langa practically straddling his waist.

“You can’t lie during the game, Reki. That’s not how you play,” Langa said with a shake of his head. “Where should we test out first?”

“Langa, come on, don’t do this. I’ll teach you a new skateboarding trick if you let me go right now. Maybe even make you some of my special ramen,” Reki rambled, kicking his feet out on the couch as he scrambled to get away. Langa snatched both of Reki’s wrists and pulled them above his head.

“Miya, would you be so kind to hold onto these for me?” Langa asked sweetly.

“With pleasure,” Miya hummed, grabbing Reki’s wrists and holding them as tight as he could.

“I would also like to join in on the fun!” Joe said, jumping up from the couch and running over to where the others were getting ready to tear Reki apart.

“Alright, you guys have five minutes, and then you have to let him go.” Shadow said, laying down on the now empty couch and getting comfortable. He took out his phone and pulled up the timer app.

“Five minutes?” The four said in unison, though Reki was more upset with how long time seemed to pass when he was getting tickled to all hell.

Not that it happened often, mind you, but before he had skateboarding, he had more friends and those friends definitely took advantage of how ticklish he was time and time again.

It had really been a while since he had been tickled to pieces and a part of him was…excited? Maybe?

No, that couldn’t be right.

“Time starts now,” Shadow said as he pressed the start button.

Langa went first, poking and prodding at the exposed belly of his best friend. Reki grit his teeth, refusing to let them get the satisfaction of hearing him break right away. Maybe if he doesn’t laugh, they’ll get bored.

Was Reki sure that he wanted them to get bored?

Joe snatched up the red-head’s legs and put his ankles into an armlock.

“Trying the tough-guy act, huh, Red-Mech?” Joe asked, swiping a finger down Reki’s foot.

Reki yelped, jerking his legs. His heart sank as he realized that he could barely move as they all held onto him.

Then came the pinches up his ribs.

“How many ribs do you think you have, Sunshine?” Langa asked as he pinched up and down Reki’s ribs.

“I-ACK! Stop! Lahahnga! Quit!” Reki gasped, a laugh managing to escape as he pleaded for his ticklish life.

“Was that a laugh I heard, Ticklee?” Miya asked from his perch on the arm of the love-seat.

“What’s that nickname?” Langa asked as he continued to squeeze up and down Reki’s ribs as if he weren’t completely tormenting him right now.

“Oh you know, like how you’re the tickl-er, that must mean he’s the tickl-ee, right?” Miya asked sweetly.

“Shuhuhut up!” Reki exclaimed. He didn’t know what was worse. Was it the teasing with the actual word, or the fact that Langa seemed to not care about all of this?

And Joe decided to chime in again, but this time lightly scratching his fingernails up an down Reki’s arches. Just as Langa decided to zero in on his other weak spot too. Well, weaker.

Now that the truth was out, they would all know that Reki was just one big walking tickle spot.

However, Langa just found that Reki’s underarms were insanely ticklish, just like the bottoms of his feet. Just as Joe had started on his arches, Langa decided to lightly scratch under his arms too, one finger under each as if he were testing the waters.

“AH! OHOHOHOHOKAY! Okay!” Reki barked, his whole body jerking and his head thrown back.

“Wow, okay what?” Langa asked teasingly, stopping his tickling as he realized the hefty reaction from his friend was because of what he and Joe had done.

“Alright, you got mehehe,” Reki said and tugged on his arms.

“You still have four minutes, Firetop,” Shadow chimed in from his spot on the couch.

“How about just one more minute, Shadow? I think we found the answers we were looking for,” Langa said smugly. Shadow nodded and changed the timer. If they were going for the death spots, it would only be fair to Reki for them to shave off a few minutes.

“You’re no fun, Snow.” Miya huffed.

“And you are definitely next, kitty,” Langa said with a pointed look at Miya. He then turned to Joe. “You ready?”

“Of course. I’m waiting for you kids to finish with whatever. ” Joe said before getting back into it.

For one full minute, Reki was in ticklish heaven hell. Langa altered between digging his thumbs into Reki’s armpits and lightly tickling around Reki’s neck and ears while Joe tickled and scratched up and down Reki’s poor defenseless feet.

When the timer ran out, Shadow snatched Miya up and tossed him playfully onto the couch. Cherry snatched Joe by the ear and pulled him away from a giggling mess of a skateboarder. Langa pulled himself off too, but Reki grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled himself closer.

“Alright, your turn,” Shadow said as he began tickling little Miya to pieces, mainly clawing at and around the little monster’s belly button, getting him cackling in no-time.

“Now I’m in a tickle monster mood, what do you think, Cherry? Like old times?” Joe asked before diving on top of him and digging into the pink-haired man’s hips. Soon, Cherry and Miya’s laughter and giggles filled the living room as Reki curled up in Langa’s lap and watched the scene unfold. Langa ran his fingers through the red hair of his tickled out best friend.

“Thanks for inviting everyone, Langa,” Reki hummed sleepily. “But I’m definitely going to get you back for this one.”

“Alright, Sunshine,” Langa said and fluttered his fingers by Reki’s ear. The red-head squeaked and scrunched his shoulders up protectively.

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Of Monsters and Men

Chapter 8- Bottled Appetites

Summary: A peaceful day can turn sour so fast, but alas, it still never fails to bring you adventure. Whether you’re ready for it or not.

Warnings: Jaskier being stubit, blood, Geralt being a hottie, a bit of smut

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Today couldn't be more beautiful, the sun is shining her grand radiance and the forest is full of life as you listen to the singing of birds from your comfortable spot on a large tree branch that's hanging over top of Geralt. He's currently focused intently on fishing out a djinn to hopefully cure his sleep apnea that's been really bothering him as of late. Well, that's at least the reasoning he's claimed.

You've tried to help him with herbs, potions, and more sensual physical activities. But nothing has appeared to work, so here he is, grumpier then usual as he throws a fishing net into the river in hopes that he'll snag himself a djinn in a bottle.

Laying your back against the long branch, one of your legs swings casually back and forth as you listen to your surroundings. Your stomach growls from lack of any sufficient food in the last two days when your ears suddenly hear the tell tale singing of a certain bard as he strolls through the woodland in search of his long time friends, "Cause you all know. That this bard. Loved ladies from Nilfgaard. 'Cause Nilfgaard can kiss my..." Sings the bard as he wanders down the trail until his eyes land on your Witcher, "Geralt! Hello. What's it been months? Years? What is time, anyway? I heard you and Y/N...wherever she is....were in town.' His voice is just as cheerful and upbeat as you'd remembered, "Are you following me, you scamp? I mean I'm flattered and everything, but I think that feisty lady of yours may start to get jealous." Rambles Jaskier as he takes out his flask.

He takes a small sip before offering it to Geralt, who ignores him, Jaskier shakes this off and keeps to his questioning when suddenly you drop down from seemingly out of nowhere. Doing a fantastic job at scaring the shit out of Jaskier in your abrupt arrival, he yelps before stumbling back a few feet. "Dear gods Y/N have you been just hanging around in the treetops like some type of...of..bat?" He stammers breathlessly, a hand over his thudding heart.

Smirking at him you throw him a quick wink, "Only for you my humble bard." He stands up straight as a light blush dusts his cheeks as you turn to follow Geralt down the side of the river path, while he searches for a better spot to catch this djinn, Jaskier trailing behind you both.

"Geralt, you're fantastic at a great many things, but clearly, fishing is not one of them. Have you caught anything today? What are you fishing for, exactly?" Intrudes Jaskier as Geralt fiddles with his netting while you lean against a tree, "Is it cod? Carp?" He looks to you for a second before his attentions back on Geralt, "Pike? Bream? I'm just....I'm just listing off fish that I know. Zander? Is that a fish?" Wonders the bard as he raises a brow at you.

You simply shrug, "He's not fishing, can't sleep." Jaskier nods, not sure what to do with that information.

"Right. Good. Well, that...makes sense. In so much that it sort of...doesn't." Frowns Jaskier as he suddenly looks a bit more worried, "What's going on Geralt, talk to me."

Geralt stops before letting out a tired sigh as he looks to Jaskier, "A djinn." Is all he admits before he's back to grappling with his net.

You watch as Jaskier's face scrunches up in deep confusion, "A what?"

"I'm looking for a djinn." Grumbles Geralt as the bards face looks even more puzzled then before.

Then all at once it seems that he's finally connected the dots, a smirk breaking upon his face as he sets his hands onto either hip, "For a dj....for a djinn? A dj...like a genie?" Laughs Jaskier as he wiggles his fingers in a playful manner, "The floaty fellas with the....the bad tempers and the banned magics, that kind of genie?"

Geralt stand up once again, a hard expression across his brow while Jaskier fails at concealing his laughter, "Yes. It'll grant me wishes. It's in this river somewhere. And I can't FUCKING SLEEP!" Snaps Geralt, golden eyes glowing even brighter as his anger boils over.

Geralt glances to you for a brief moment before turning and walking further down the river path, the bard follows suite as you trail behind them, amused at Jaskier's continuous rambling about his latest adventures and the possible reason why Geralt is so sleep deprived.

"Have you ever considered why you may be feeling this way hm, let's say...oh I don't know, we find the root of the problem. I mean, maybe, just maybe this whole sleeplessness-ness has got something to do with what the druid Mousesack said to you guys in Cintra? You know, the Law of Surprise? Destiny? Being unable to escape the child that belongs to you, et cetera, et cetera?" Inquires Jaskier as you watch Geralt prepare to throw in the net.

"No! Y/N was there too and she's fine....this is something else." Grumbles your Witcher as he throws his net into the waters below.

Jaskier looks from you to Geralt, hands on his hips the whole time, "Yeah, you're probably right. But what if you're not? You know, the Countess de Stael once said to me...that destiny is just the embodiment of the soul's desire to grow." Explains Jaskier he walks past you to sit down on a log.

A small laugh escapes from your lips as you turn to the bard, "Did you sing to her before she left?" You honestly couldn't help yourself, pushing Jaskier's buttons is just a solid talent of yours.

He looks out at the water, "I did, actually, and she.." His head quickly turns to you once he realizes what that comment suggested, "Why, what are you implying?" Wonders Jaskier as he tilts his head to you, a smirk breaks out upon your face as you then bite your lip to keep silent. He gets up from the log, an abashed expression crossing his features, "Oh, we are so having this conversation. Come on, Y/N. Geralt. Tell me. Be honest. How's my singing?"

You cross your arms over your chest while casually looking out at the river and pretend that he hasn't even said anything, although you're certain Geralt on the other hand will add his two cents. He tosses his net out into the water once again before turning to Jaskier, "It's like ordering a pie and finding it has no filling." Deadpans Geralt as you burst with laughter, Jaskier looking rather taken aback as his eyes go wide in surprise.

"You need a nap! I mean are you trying to hurt my feelings, Geralt? It's...it's down-downright indecorous of you, if I'm completely honest, and.." He quickly loses interest once Geralt unveils a bottle from his net, "Wow. Wow. What is...what is that?" Questions Jaskier as Geralt holds the djinn bottle in his muddy hands, you hover over his shoulder as you stare at the thing in amazement. It doesn't look like much but the wizards seal on the bottles cork is truly telling, too bad it doesn't have a three course meal inside.

"It's a wizards seal. The djinn." Geralt confirms softly as he studies the enchanted bottle until Jaskier suddenly grabs onto the bottles other handle.

"Do you mind if I...."

"Jaskier." Snaps Geralt as you stand back to watch, deciding it more entertaining if you don't intervene.

The bard points an accusing finger in his direction, "Take it back about my filling-less pie. Take it back, you get your djinny-djinn-djinn."

Rolling your crimson eyes you set a hand on your hip, "Let go Jask."

He turns to you with a fake sneer before snapping his attention back to your stoic Witcher, "No! No, you let go, you horse's arse!" Suddenly the bottle slips from Geralt's hand as he looks down at the cork in his fist, a confused expression on his handsome features as nothing appears to happen around either of them.

Jaskier studies the bottle in his hand, looking rather disappointed, "That's a bit of an anticlimax." He mutters dismally at the boring turn of events, although you can't help but notice as a soft supernatural whispering begins to make itself known to your hypersensitive ears, then right on cue does the wind begin to pick up, the woods feeling a bit darker as the clouds go grey up above, "Or is it?" He says excitedly as he wiggles his eyebrows at you.

Crossing your arms over your chest, your nerves prick at the odd change in the atmosphere, "Shit." You mumble while Jaskier walks past Geralt, he gives you a sour look as you grimace in knowing annoyance.

Standing on the edge of the riverbank, Jaskier points to the sky, "Djinn, I have freed thee, and as of this day, I am thy lord. Firstly, may Valdo Marx the troubadour of Cidaris, be struck down with apoplexy and die. Secondly, the Countess de Stael must welcome me back with glee, open arms and very little clothing. Thirdly..." Geralt quickly pulls him back in an attempt to shut him up before something terrible happens to him.

"Jaskier! Stop. There are only three wishes." Warns Geralt as you stand next to him, the both of you staring the bard down like two disappointed parents.

"You're a fucking idiot, Jask." You add bluntly as he simply rolls his blue eyes, unbothered by this djinn considering his two friends are a Witcher and dhampire.

"Only three wishes!" Grumbles Geralt as Jaskier observes his agitated demeanor.

"Oh, come on, you got Y/N, she's quite literally the best thing that's ever happened to you...how was I to know you wanted three wishes all to yourself?" Shouts the bard over the loud enchanted winds that are rapidly starting to build, ones that are rocking the tree branches and leaves every which way, as well as your hair.

"I just want some damn peace!" Bellows Geralt in frustration.

"Well, here's your peace!" Snaps Jaskier before idiotically smashing the bottle upon the ground in a blind moment of irritation.

Geralt quickly squats down to pick up the broken shards as you reach down to do the same, while picking them up he accidentally cuts himself on a sharp edge. You can instantly smell the blood, and though you haven't given into darker temptations in a long while. You're rather hungry from lack of coin to pay for any such meals that would gladly satisfy you, and right now it feels too much.

Snapping away from Geralt, you stand to your full height as you finally notice how sickly peculiar Jaskier is starting to appear, "Uh Y/N.." Gasps the bard breathlessly as he holds a hand to his throat, "Y/N...it's the djinn!" Stammers Jaskier as he points towards the river, you snap your attention to find a wispy black and purple mass racing for the three of you over the water.

Your eyes go wide in startled bewilderment, "Geralt!" You shout just as he stands and uses his magic to propel the creature back where it decides to take off into the sky.

Your Witcher stares up at the horizon as you catch the enthralling scent of blood once more, god you should really have eaten some berries or at least stolen something earlier to avoid this terrible primal hunger. You look over to Jaskier who's not looking too hot, a tiny trail of blood seeps out of the side of his mouth, his neck forming an unnatural lump as he wheezes in pain.

Geralt snaps his golden eyes down to the panicking bard, "Jaskier." He speaks before Jask leans over, a ruby red spurt of blood bursting from out of his mouth as he tries to gasp for breath, "Y/N?" Pleads Geralt in hopes that you can help him somehow. Though you're certain that if you would get any closer, you may break and give into your deeper vampiric desires that you've held at bay for so long. The part of you that has forever kept yourself from ever truly feeling human.

Shaking your head you flicker your eyes over to him, "I...I can't....I'm too starved....I'm sorry." You breath out, taking a cautious step back, the scent of Jaskier's warm blood on the breeze is enough to make your mouth water.

He purses his lips together, knowing that you can't do much for the time being, "Fuck." Grumbles Geralt as he quickly picks up Jaskier before booking it down the trail for Roach.

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You follow in the form of a pack of bats close behind your boys as Geralt leads Roach to a small camp in the woods. You watch as he yells in question for a doctor, Jaskier slumped to the side as he leans into Geralt's broad back. Quickly a soldier confirms that an elven healer is inside, you land on a large firm tree branch, turning back into your original form as you watch them scurry into the grand white tent.

You focus your hearing and learn that if Jaskier's wounds are not treated by proper magic remedies, then he will certainly die. A pang of worry strikes you at the thought of your bard gone, and you do feel quite terrible knowing that he's in so much pain. But to your great or at least somewhat relief does the elf give Jaskier a pain relieving liquid concoction, thus explaining that a malicious and cunning mage is imprisoned in the mayor's house in the next town over who could heal the bards wounds.

A prominent feeling of uneasiness and caution surges throughout you at the thought of meeting another mage after months of evading any at all. Soon enough they quickly exit the tent and find themselves upon Roach's back before they take off in the direction of the closest town. With a heavy sigh you jump from the tree, shifting into a pack of whimsical black bats as you fly after Geralt throughout the tree tops and evening sky.

You're flight feels short lived as a couple miles later does Geralt finally find the large brick house of the mayor, its a rather beautiful place positioned on the edge of a huge lake with woods comfortably surrounding it. Roach gallops onto the gravel road when suddenly a tough half bald bearded man walks up to them. He gives them a hard time before Geralt abruptly knocks him out with a sack of coins, much to your amusement.

He takes Roach to the stables as you fly downward towards the ground, just as Geralt walks out of the barn with Jaskier dangling over his shoulder, you hastily shift back into your more presentable self. He gives you a nod of acknowledgment before a stern and determined look appears onto his hard features as he practically strides towards the closest wooden door. You follow behind as you clench your fists together in an attempt at distracting yourself from your ever growing hunger, the blood seeping out of Jaskier's mouth smells sweet as fresh berries as it wafts into your nostrils.

He wheezes in pain with every step that Geralt takes down the wine filled hallway which is enough to keep yourself from doing anything you'll regret later. He walks through a doorway before gently setting Jaskier onto the kitchen table, you follow in after him, your crimson eyes going wide as they find a naked man holding a brown shiny jug. He stares in awe at the three of you just as he drops his jug onto the stone floor below.

What the fuck?

A large drunken half smile makes its way onto his face, "Velcome...to my vome." Cheerfully announces the grey haired naked man, his arms spread wide in greeting, other parts of him also hanging out to your great disgust.

"You're the Mayor of Rinde?" Wonders Geralt as he looks to Jaskier.

Looking anywhere but the man, you throw a hand up before resting it onto your hip, "Our day has already been weird enough, why not meet a naked man in his home to top it all off, huh?" You jest with a nervous laugh, almost certain that this fool has been enchanted. He has to be, right?

The bard makes more wheezing sounds as Geralt's brow furrows in worry, "Uh, it there a mage that lives here?" The naked man turns to something sitting near Jaskier as his face shifts to that of realization.

"Ah. De apple jvuce. She vants some. And she alvays gets...vhat she vants." Whispers the man with a telling nod, oh yes he is without a doubt under some type of spell.

Geralt turns a confused eye to you, "I don't understand. Does he want me to get him the apple juice?" You turn your eyes back to the man as he goes to sit down in a chair, you look back to Geralt with a shrug, "No idea? Let's just find this fucking mage." You grumble as Jaskier tries to nod.

Your Witcher grabs the apples juice and the scruff of the bards baby blue jacket as he goes to walk into the nearest doorway. You turn back to the naked potbellied man only to be greeted with his loud snores, shaking your head you amble after your boys. As you follow closely behind Geralt you look down to notice as a greenish mist cascades out from under the closed door. He quickly pulls it open as more billows out and into the hallway, there's nothing on the other side but an ascending staircase, to the left another closed doorway that seems to have even more of the mist coming from it.

It's strange, you can hear muffled moaning on the other side and the rapid beating of many loud heartbeats. Your questions are quickly answered as the two of them walk into the next open doorway only to stumble upon a massive orgy. You keep behind the wall as you crinkle your nose in disgust at the strong scent of sex, sweat, and perfume in the air, a less than pleased expression crossing your features at the sickening toxins.

One that most likely matches Geralt's if you didn't know any better. You listen closely as he walks through the moaning crowd before he plops Jaskier next to someone, you feel almost sick from lack of food and the smell of this place is just about driving you mad. But you can't face the mage, something just doesn't feel right.

You listen as he speaks to her, your heart falling into your throat as she replies back, that voice, you haven't heard that voice in decades. But how? How could she be here of all places to be? Shaking your thoughts from your mind you eves drop in on their conversation until she begins to give him a hard time about payment, sounding rather too sensual for your liking.

"It's spreading, fix it. And I'll pay you. Whatever the price." Mutters Geralt to the familiar mage as he looks up at her from his spot near the small stairway that she's standing on.

"You'll have to do better then juice." Answers the mage slyly as she contemplates this intriguing new proposition.

"Yennefer." She stops in her tracks, her body tense as realization crosses her masked face, "Don't be difficult." You add as Geralt steps to the side, a confused expression on his face as he looks from you to Yennefer and back to you again.

She takes a step down, a small smirk adoring her ruby red lips as she looks you over, "Now this...is a surprise, how long's it been? I honestly wasn't certain that our paths would ever cross again, I was almost hoping they wouldn't....but alas. Here you are....it's good to see you Y/N." She smiles, studying your bloodshot eyes due to your increase in hunger, she smiles, "You look, famished." Concludes the mage with a tilt of her head.

You slightly shrug, "What a kind way to say I look like I'm halfway into hell....now, save him before he bleeds anymore."

She smiles, looking down at the djinn's bottle cap, "As you command, princess Y/N." Quips Yennefer with a smirk as she looks around the room, "Ragamuffin!" And just like that the mass orgy stops, the participating villagers snapping back to reality in the process. They quickly scramble to cover themselves as Yennefer looks to the two of you, nodding for you three to follow her to where she can heal Jaskier.

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After clearing out half the pantry and about two small bottles of wine, you're finally satiated and no more half starved. You casually sit on the kitchen table as Geralt stares at the floor in worry for the bard and in deep questioning thought about how the hell you know Yennefer. You could practically cut the tension with a knife, but then much to your relief she comes walking down the steps.

Calmly announcing that Jaskier is in a deep healing sleep, and that you both urgently need a bath, something you wholeheartedly agree on. She hands the both of you some clean clothes as she directs you into the direction of the bathhouse, going elsewhere to give you both some privacy.

You walk into the steamy warm room as Geralt shuts the door, locking it as you start to unlace your top, "Y/N how do you know..."

"Ask me when I'm in the bath, then I'll indulge you for some of my hidden past....dealings." You interrupt with the flash of a smile before throwing off your top and bra. You face away from him as you kick off your boots, quickly shimmying out of your dark pants and undergarments as you stand stark naked by the heated pool.

Turning a quick glance behind you, your eyes catch Geralt's as his golden irises trail down your body, he looks away as an embarrassed grin makes its way onto his handsome face. You smile to yourself, turning to lower your tired vessel into the steaming waters. Sighing in pleasure at how the bath feels blessedly nice after many moons of going without a proper clean.

You close your eyes as your sit peacefully by the waters edge, a smirk playing at your lips as Geralt's muscular body gets in after you. You listen intently as he lets himself enjoy the warmth before some water swishes and he's pressed firmly against your side. An arm draped over your shoulder as his other one leans against the cool stony edge, you can just tell that he's taking you all in even as his mind swirls with questions.

"Y/N? What did you get into before you met me....or I guess what type of trouble? Although I do happen to recall your hatred for wizards and mages alike." Mutters your Witcher as he looks down at your relaxed form, your body but a nude distortion under the clear waters of the pool.

Humming in acknowledgment, you open a scarlet eye to look up at him as you give him a small smile, you can tell that if it wasn't for how curious he is at the moment, he'd without a doubt be turning you into a moaning mess by the waters edge within minutes, "I know Yennefer because...I....well I was a type of courier in Aretuza for many years." His dark brows furrow in thought, not sure what you're getting at so you continue, "The mage academy, I traveled there because I searched for the aid of the mages, you see, I had found a farm girl who was bitten by a werewolf and survived. Her father said he would pay me if I delivered her into their care, double if they cured her."

His hand trails tiny patterns against your arm, "And what did you do?"

"I was able to save her life, we had a week before the next full moon and a mage there had the needed remedy to reverse the lycanthropy. After that, I stayed with her there as she recovered from the whole ordeal...considering the process of taking away ones curse is a painful one." You explain as he laces a hand with your own, invested in your story with every new word coming from your lips, "In my time, I investigated the grounds...I was only two-hundred something then...I wanted to see everything. So I did, in doing so, and yes I'm aware this is going to sound quite unlike myself...but, I made a friend."

He hums, squeezing your arm gently in reply, "Her name was Tissaia de Vries, though that hardly matters now it's been so long, anyways....she appeared to like me well enough, I needed a place to cover myself from the rain, and coin to keep me alive and she knew what I was useful for. I basically became a raven, I would take precious letters, scrolls, or artifacts from Aretuza to wherever needed and vise versa. It was safer that way, no one would dare fuck with a dhampir of all travelers, and the ones who did promptly regretted it...and I got to live in the academy for free. It was perfect."

"When did you meet Yennefer?"

"Sometime after a good many years as a courier slash traveling body guard for high end royals who payed well, Tissaia had just brought her to Aretuza for the first time and while walking near her room I could smell the blood pouring out of her slashed wrists, the fool was trying to kill herself." He glances down at you, more intrigued then ever.

(Cue flashback)

"Check on piglet would you Y/N, I'll be gathering the girls for their first lesson shortly in the greenhouse. Make sure she's up." Says Tissaia as she writes something down on a piece of parchment with her quill.

Setting down some type of golden box onto one of her many counters you turn to her, "The little bird seems hardly mage material if I'm being honest....she's afraid, nervous, and ridiculously troubled...not to mention that hunched back of hers, poor things truly had it rough, now things only feel worse to her. You really know how to pick'em don't you?" You muse with a smirk as she continues to write, "Doesn't matter, everyone starts somewhere. I'll go find her, doubt she's decided to venture very far." You add before walking out the doorway and into the stony halls of the enchanted academy.

You pass by a couple mages here and there as you find your way to the novice's rooms in the lower section of the giant castle, you suddenly stop as you've successfully made it to her door. Not caring enough to knock, you swing it open as you find the sad hunchbacked girl, who's sniffling pathetically in her creaky bed, "Greetings little bird, how was your sleep?" Your voice is lively as you smile down in her direction while more dismal sniffles sound, a small half-frown graces your features as you cross your arms over your chest, "Can't say very well considering you've lost a good amount of blood, which I might add is not ideal for your first day of lessons or in general if we're being honest. You're seriously lucky I wasn't starving when I found you."

She sighs, "I don't want to do any lessons. Just leave me. You should have just let me die...at least I still had control over that." She whispers sadly, her back is still turned to you as you take another step closer.

Lightly chuckling, she turns to you, a harsh glare crossing her puffy features as you scoff, "That's hilarious. You really think that you had control? You didn't have shit little bird....you didn't have control, you were losing it." Her crooked face morphs into a frustrated glare as she thinks over your words, you simply shrug, "Now, you've survived and are very much alive whether you like it or not, it's close to the hour for your first lessons as a real mage in training, important shit for your kind. So get up little bird, it's time to fly."

She sniffles once more before giving you a downcast expression, "I can't."

Touching her shoulder in as comforting of a manner as you can muster you smile kindly down at her, "Listen, you can either let the world fuck you like a cheap whore, or you can become a dragon who does whatever the hell they please. Which is it my crooked friend? Who are you going to become?"

Slowly sitting up onto the edge of her bed, she rubs her nose, the tiniest bit of confidence flashing through her purple eyes, "A dragon." She whispers softly, a small spark of life coursing through her once again.

(End flashback)

"I had no idea, this whole time." Whispers Geralt.

You gently nudge his bare shoulder, "Yeah well you never exactly asked, and I didn't feel it important because it isn't or I guess wasn't....that is, until we happened to meet her this evening. Weirder circumstances have be felled us."

"That is true, its just, you were actual friends with mages." Says Geralt like its the most surprising thing in the world, "Now I understand how you knew Mousesack. I had always wondered about that."

"Hmm. Right, well you see and meet a lot of different people when you can't age. He's gotten greyer since the last time, Yennefer however, she still looks the same."

Geralt squeezes your hand, "And you, look even more radiant."

He looks down at you once more, the flash of something new and intriguing shinning bright in his golden eyes as they trail up and down your body. You smirk, pulling his arm from you as you position yourself in front of him, reaching your arms out to push his thighs apart. He eyes you up the whole time, hardness beginning to grow underneath the waters as you touch his shoulders, lining yourself up against him, ready to claim him completely, by just inches.

You softly kiss him, "Fuck me so that damn witch knows exactly who you belong to." His hands trail up to your sides as he pushes you down on his erect member, a low hum escaping your lips at the contact, his fullness pleasantly stretching your walls from within the steamy waters.

Geralt kisses you once more, another upon your neck as he smiles, "Such a compelling offer..." His words evade him as a moan leaves from his parted lips as you begin to ride him, the pools water swishing as you bounce. The next twenty minutes are spent fucking each other until you're one-hundred percent positive that Yennefer could hear every scream and thrust.

Just as you'd intended.

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You stand at the foot of Jaskier's extravagant bed as Yennefer watches from the doorframe, Geralt near his side as the bard sleeps peacefully away his troubles and malevolent enchantment. Geralt looks on at him, a distraught expression crossing over his features as Yennefer asks if he doubts her capabilities. He grumbles a truthful no, as his only cause of worry is that if Jaskier never wakes up he'll feel terrible for the unkind words that were said to him before all this mess happened.

She smiles when he grumbles about her actual intentions, she simply walks past you over to her table of spices and herbs, but before she can get to it Geralt makes note of how the sign from the djinn's seal is marked upon the floor with candle wax. Her face falters as she realizes that she's been found out, you had figured something was up the moment you stepped into the room and saw it near the end of the large bed.

Leaning yourself against one of the bed posts, you listen as Geralt declares that he's going to take Jaskier now to prevent Yennefer from summoning the djinn, she smartly explains that if he does, then the spell won't take. So you're all essentially stuck until Jaskier is healed, whenever that may be. She turns to open a tiny bottle of oil on her stand, nonchalantly rubbing it into the skin of her wrist as she magically sets the summoning circle candles on fire, an enchanted burst of wind sending the drapes of the bed flying and flapping into the air, your hair as well.

This doesn't sit right with your Witcher at all, especially when she asks how many wishes he has made, Geralt doesn't give her a direct answer until he lets slip that Jask has only used two wishes. Her face perks up at this news, she gives you a mischievous wink before walking over to Geralt, who looks like something strange is happening to him.

You can smell the scent of lilac and gooseberries wafting throughout the room as she walks closer to him, "Tough to get in your head. You have a strong will, but you can't contend with me." You suddenly feel rather sleepy as Geralt looks down at her in anger, instead of helping him, you sit down on the bed and try your best to listen, "Sorry I couldn't be more direct, I knew you two would fight it. And I do love a good old-fashioned trap." She muses as your eyelids begins to grow heavy, a yawn leaving your mouth as you rest a hand against the soft inviting mattress.

So soft, so tired, how'd you get so sleepy?

Against everything in you that's screaming for you to stay awake to stop Yennefer, you feel utterly relaxed, so much so that instead of helping Geralt to stay conscious. You lay yourself on the giant bed, you blearily stare up at the dark wooden ceiling in false content, everything feels so warm and lovely. The room swirls and shifts as you tiredly close your crimson eyes, the sweet enchanting scent of lilac lulling you into a deep and blissful slumber.

Breathing in sharply, you stretch in the soft bed as your eyes finally open to the morning light pouring out from the two giant glass windows on either side of the bed. You're laying on your left side so as you focus better, you're surprised to find Jaskier laying on his back next to you. This is definitely not Geralt, so how did you get here?

Oh right, Yennefer.

Quickly sitting yourself up you look to the end of the bed where Yennefer is sitting, topless as she rubs something onto her bare abdomen. Your brows furrow as you stare at her back, "What the fuck are you doing?" You question, no heat really in your words, you're honestly more confused then anything at the moment.

Without looking at you she starts, "I need the djinn Y/N, this is how I intend to take it."

Sliding off of the side of the bed, you walk around so that you can lean against the wooden beam to see what she's getting at, "That's rather vague Yenn, but if I was to make an educated guess from my clever sleuthing, or just general understanding of how that clapping monkey of a brain works. I'd say you're trying to summon the fucker so your last wish may be for a child in your womb. Nice tattoo by the way, very original." You nod to the dark colored insignia on her lower abdomen in the shape of the female reproductive system, who would have guessed she was such as artist.

She glances at you for a second, anger slowly building in her chest, "How very clever indeed Y/N, even in old age does your mind stay as sharp as a tack." Her tone is bluntly sarcastic, but you stay unaltered by her jest.

You tilt your head at her, "Djinn's are finicky creatures, I wouldn't try and do exactly what I think you're going to do."

"And what is that?" She snaps, her eyes focused ahead.

Rolling your eyes you let out an irritated huff of air, "Become the djinn's physical vessel, its suicide...and you know it. Even the most powerful of mages cannot harness the true strength and imperium of the djinn, what would compel you to attempt this? What will having a child gain you, in this world of all places?"

She doesn't have time to answer as Jaskier suddenly wakes up with a start, he pushes himself up into a sitting position as he squints from the bright light of the room, "Oh, uh...where am I?" His eyes quickly land on the bare back of Yennefer since he can't see you from behind the thick pulled back curtain, "Whew! Uh...Right. Good. Good. Uh...Not to be untoward or anything...but, did we...you know, do the uh..." She slowly covers her bare torso and chest with her thin golden white top as she turns around to face him and crawl upon the bed, "Ooh, Go...Oh, no! No! Definitely did not butter that biscuit." Rushes Jaskier as he scrambles to get off, you watch as he shuffles past you, his eyes going wide in puzzlement, "Oh hello there Y/N, nice morning huh....oh shit, uh...look lady I'm so sorry, but I've just remembered I left my...cat, on the, stove."

He walks backwards as Yennefer continues her stalk towards him, "I...I uh, we really must going, isn't that right Y/N!" He exclaims as he quickly bends down to put on his shoes. You're not entirely sure how to handle this situation if you're being totally honest, you're not exactly one to stop people from living their dreams, especially if it's Yennefer doing something stupid and you also rather enjoy watching Jaskier piss himself.

Her eyes darken, "Express your deepest desires and you can be on your way." She asserts as her hand picks up a knife from her drawer.

"Well, my deepest desires are currently satisfied, thank you so much." Sputters Jaskier as Yennefer uses her power to slam him against the nearby wall.

"Is this really necessary?" You remark as she focuses on the bard.

"Yes." Is all that comes forth from her lips as she goes to threaten Jaskier, "How's your throat?"

"Uh.." Jaskier gives you a nervous glance before snapping back to the approaching mage.

Smiling wickedly she takes another step closer, "Perhaps you should try some scales."

Jaskier flinches back as the mage grabs a hold of him, "Uh...Toss a coin to your Witcher. O, valley of...penis. Oh, God." He stammers as Yenn grabs his junk in one hand and presses a knife against his throat in the other.

"If you want to keep all you have...make a damn wish." She threatens with malice, Jaskier breathing heavily in fear, he doesn't say anything as he throws pleading eyes your way. Scoffing she lets go of him and instead walks over to kneel down at the circle of burning candles, "Make a damn wish! Do it now!" Shouts the insane witch, an enchanted breeze finding its way into the room even with lack of opened windows.

Jaskier slides down the wall as he looks to you who only shrugs in reply, this is his problem now. He shifts his attention back to the mage, "I don't...I don't know! I wish very badly to leave this place forever!" Cries Jaskier as Yennefer gasps, her breathing going deeper as she begins to chant something in Eldar. The room instantly fills with winds, papers flying across the room at the intrusion.

Holding tightly onto the shaking wooden beam of the bed you glance from Jaskier to Yennefer, "You're fucking crazy Yennefer! This is madness!" She all but ignores you, her chanting getting louder and louder as the magical winds send your hair flying in all directions, "Fuck. Jaskier get out of here while you can, the djinn is close I can feel it!" You scream above the noise, he quickly nods before jumping to his feet and racing out the opened door.

You turn a worried face to Yennefer, "I'm not sure about you but, lets not invite a fucking genie into this place! You don't even own it! And stop speaking Eldar before this dark fucker possesses you!" She doesn't even give you a glance, as right on cue does the black wispy shadow of the djinn seep into the room and hastily flow into her body.

Your eyes go wide at the abrupt turn of events, "Fine. I'll save you myself, fucking mages." You mutter before taking a step forward, in an instant her eyes shoot open to reveal a sickly pink covering the entirety of her whole eyeball, she shoots up a hand and before you have a chance to do anything. Your whole body is thrown back into the hard glass window and straight out into the misty morning air as you free fall towards the grassy courtyard below.

Taken off guard but anticipating the nearing ground, you quickly stop yourself and levitate mere inches from the earth. You lower your feet onto the grass, an annoyed sigh leaving your lips as you pick some glass shards out of your arms and pant legs. You stand in the morning light beginning to rethink your life choices when pained screams are heard from up above, it's Yennefer, she's screaming at Geralt to make a wish so she can finally have all the power. Clearly things are not going well by any means, so instead of leaving her to an inevitable demise like how you'd planned, you fly back up to the broken window and right into the windy chaotic mess of a room.

A pillow nearly misses your head when you arrive just as the djinn screams for Geralt to use his wish on anything that he so desires. You jog over to the circle of candles as his golden eyes find yours, "Just make a fucking wish!" You shout before the djinn compels Yennefer to throw you against the far wall in an act of mindless rage. You're back hits the wood first, your head cracking against it with a thud, ouch.

You fall to the messy floor in a daze, a single trickle of blood falling down the side of your temple as you stand to slowly regain your bearings once again. Although when you look up, it appears that Geralt has spoken his last wish, the wind has dissipated and Yennefer seems to have come around to her mostly normal self.

Breathing heavily from her spot on the floor she turns to you, "Is it over?" She whispers tiredly, "Is it done?"

Sensing movement from the attic you zero in on the noise, "Oh fuck it's still here!" You bellow before the ceiling crumbles and cracks open, wood, stone, metal and whatever else bursting through as the djinn destroys the roof. Your eyes go wide as a large piece of wood breaks away, heading straight for Yennefer, more chunks racing down for Geralt as well.

In a blur you're able to save them both from a suddenly violent death as you rest them against the floor away from the destructive mess happening near the bed and windows. Geralt sits up and scoots back as you rest your old friend upon a soft red and gold pillow, she's asleep from the quick rushed movement you'd just subjected her to. You're going to have to remember that not everyone is very fond of whiplash.

Leaning over her, you lightly shake her arm, "Yennefer. It's me, Y/N. Wake up idiot." Her lavender irises slowly flicker open as you sit back, a sigh of relief leaving your parted lips as you turn to make sure Geralt's alright. He's already asleep on another large blue pillow, so much for the mighty Witcher.

"Wha...what?" She mumbles softly before her eyes open wider in realization, "Y/N why did you stop me! I nearly had it, I was so close and you ruined it, why di..."

Your brows furrow in confusion at her needless outburst, "You had shit, I saved your life! You ungrateful..."

"Oh, well I saved that fucking bard's life and your precious Witcher's...but now he's let the djinn escape! Who knows what havoc it'll wreak now that it has no vessel at all?" She fumes, glaring at you angrily.

Rolling your scarlet eyes at her frustration, you sit down on the carpeted floor, "No more havoc then you. Djinns are only dark creatures when held captive."

"How can you be so sure?" She snaps.

You raise an eyebrow at her, "When did you last feel happy when you felt trapped? And besides, if you were going to portal us to safety, you could have taken us out of this shit town!"

Yennefer huffs in annoyance, "A fine critique if you could make a portal yourself. Or better yet, turn into a giant bat and fly us away from here...and it wasn't a shit town, it was fine till you and your two incompetent imbeciles came along. I had a plan!" She exclaims pointedly as you begin to chuckle.

Her glare hard pressed as you smirk, "And that was going rather swimmingly!"

"It was!" Snaps Yennefer, "Like a drowning fish." She looks to you with angry eyes, her fire slowly brimming as a smile breaks out onto her face.

"More like a dead and dry one." You muse with a laugh as you frown, "oh gods look at us, how'd we ever get here huh....from Aretuza to the destroyed aftermath of a fucking djinn."

Her face falters for a moment as she thinks over your words, "Who can say? Bad choices perhaps, maybe we do it to ourselves for the fun of it."

"Maybe you're just a thrill seeker." She gives you a half offended glare as you simply stick your tongue out at her, "But we've survived nonetheless, I'll take that as a promising sign for the time being."

"I guess that means something then." She looks down to her hands, a downcast expression crossing her sweaty features, "I am glad to have seen you again in all honesty, it's just been a very long while since I've seen anyone familiar." Admits the violet eyed mage.

You shrug, "Or tolerable?"

"Yes, or tolerable. My life at court was...almost all for naught, I feel like I didn't do anything worth my time there....even got a knife through my shoulder when the Queen I was accompanying was killed by an assassin. I was done." She explains with a frown, you can tell something else about it bothers her, but you'd rather not press your curiosity.

"The things I miss when I'm elsewhere. Who needs a life at court anyway...I on the other hand was never meant to rule a castle. Perhaps it's a good thing my mother won't ever age, or die. And I have my freedom to roam the Continent as I please, a free woman bound by nothing but what I choose, and so I have." She gives you a downcast smile.

"I almost envy you Y/N. Truly. Now if only I could know what your Witcher happened to have wished for, but I'd rather not wake him. He almost looks peaceful in a sleeping bear kind of way." She adds while looking behind you at a snoozing Geralt, his chest slowly rising and falling with each soft breath.

You turn a loving gaze upon him, "Guess he does, doesn't he? Like a grimy sweaty mess of a man...my big grumpy bear." You muse, your eyes studying his face lovingly as a sudden idea comes to mind, you turn back to Yennefer with a mischievous smirk, "You know what, the bards recently single..."

Her face is almost a grimace as she shakes her head, "I'll take my chances elsewhere. But thank you Y/N, always watching out for me, usually pretty shit advice most often." She jests while rising to her feet, "I must be off before the town comes for my head, see you around...hopefully under better circumstances and with less destructive endings." You stand to your full height, a couple inches taller then Yennefer.

You both lean in for a parting hug, "Goodbye, Yennefer." Letting go of one another she hands you a small smile, "Try not to get killed Y/N."

"You. Try not to get involved with, well, you know." She nods before turning around and opening up a portal to some sunny ocean side market, you watch as she walks through it without another word, and off into the unknown she goes.

Yawning and feeling slightly off put from the whole ordeal, you turn to look over at Geralt, he's still out cold on the giant fluffy blue pillow. You smile adoringly at him before scooting yourself over, finally letting yourself rest near his peacefully sleeping form as you wait patiently for him to wake.

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intheticklecloset · 3 years

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Haikyuu!! Sentence Starters #31-40

A collection of the Haikyuu sentence starters I've done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

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31) Lee Suga, Ler Daichi

“If you’re going to be upset, then I’m going to make you laugh,” Daichi said firmly, grabbing Suga’s shoulders and staring him right in the eye.

Suga shoved him away. “Back off. I’m not in the mood for your games, captain.”

“Too bad.” Daichi reached for him again, but Suga batted him away, and thus a short-lived slap fight ensued, which the Karasuno captain quickly turned to his advantage by dropping to the ground and squeezing Suga’s knees.

“Hey!” Suga tried to sound angry, but it came out as more of a surprised squeal, followed by helpless giggles when Daichi prodded the backs of his knees hard enough to make him too weak to stand. Suga toppled to the ground, and the brunette quickly straddled him, yanking his shirt up to reveal his belly button. “No!” He hurriedly pushed his shirt back down. “No, Daichi!”

“Let it happen, Suga,” Daichi reprimanded, shoving the shirt back up. Again a fight ensued – the captain constantly trying to yank the shirt up, Suga always yanking it right back down. Finally, Daichi grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the floor by his sides, taking the shirt in his teeth and pulling it up that way.

“Whoa, hang on,” Suga protested, a pink hue flooding his cheeks. “Daichi, you’re not going to…”

Daichi flashed him a smirk, then took a deep breath and blew a raspberry right over the setter’s belly button, earning a loud shriek and cackling laughter for his trouble.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! DOHOHOHOHON’T DO THAHAHAHAHAHAT!!” Suga cried, trying to arch his back but finding that only gave Daichi better access to his weak spot. “I’M MAHAHAHAHAHAD AT YOU!!”

“Are you?” Daichi chuckled, taking a big breath. “Are you really?”

“Y-Yehehes I – I AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAM!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

It didn’t take long for Suga to change his mind.

32) Lee Kageyama, Ler Oikawa

“Hey, you don’t have to look so scared.” Oikawa looked down at Kageyama, who lay against the pillow and mattress with flushed cheeks and a nervous expression he almost never let free around others. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s just…” Kageyama murmured, seeming even more flustered. “I never thought…”

“I know. I didn’t either. But life is funny sometimes, isn’t it, Tobio-chan?” Oikawa brushed some of the setter’s jet black hair away. “What can I do to help you relax?”

“I don’t know…”

Oikawa hummed thoughtfully, then slid a hand under Kageyama’s shirt and gently fluttered his fingers against his hip. “Smile for me, Tobio~”

Kageyama bit his lip to try and keep from doing exactly that, but Oikawa’s fingers were persistent, and eventually he gave in, squirming away from the touch. “Stohohop…”

“Oh, Tobio-chan…you’re not ticklish, are you?”

“N-No!” Kageyama stammered, suddenly on high alert. Oikawa was using thatvoice. The voice that meant he was about to exploit this new weakness for all it was worth. He tried rolling away, but the older boy pinned him in place by straddling his hips and sitting on them, running his hands up and down his ribs and sides. “Nohohohoho!”

“Oh, dear, you lied to me,” Oikawa tsked, shaking his head with a smile. “How rude. I’ll have to punish you for that, Tobio-chan~”

“Wahahahait, Oikawa, p-plehehehehehease dohohohohohohon’t!” Kageyama dissolved into giggles, unable to help himself. The touches were so light, but so, so ticklish. He had no hope of getting away now, and so he surrendered and allowed himself to laugh openly, freely, without any fear of judgement.

They were way beyond their days as enemies, anyway.

33) Lee Tanaka, Ler Noya

“You laugh so loud!” Nishinoya giggled, clinging onto Tanaka’s back as he flailed around like he was trying to do some kind of monkey dance.

“Noya!” he squealed, trying to shove him away. “Noya, stohohohohohohohop!” It was true that his laughter was bouncing off the gym walls, but he couldn’t help it! The libero had attached himself to his ribs and underarms, and it just tickled so bad!

Noya hooked a leg around Tanaka’s leg, trying to trip him up and succeeding marvelously. Tanaka tumbled to the floor, which gave Noya even greater opportunity to straddle his back and grab onto his thighs, digging and squeezing.

“NOYA!!” Tanaka screamed, laughter bursting out of his lungs. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! ENOUGH ALREADYHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!”

“No way, dude! This is fun!” Noya traveled even further down to his knees and scribbled along the sensitive undersides. “Tickle, tickle, tickle!”

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU JEHEHEHEHEHEHERK!!” Tanaka pounded the gym floor in his ticklish distress, trying to roll over but failing. “YOU’LL PAHAHAHAHAHAHAY FOR THIS NOYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Noya chuckled. “I’d like to see you try!”

34) Lee Kageyama, Ler Yamaguchi

“Why do you have to be so arrogant?” Yamaguchi muttered, turning his back as Kageyama tossed him the ball.

The setter’s eyes snapped to him. “What was that?”

Yamaguchi sighed, turning back to him. “Would it kill you to stop being such a know-it-all all the time?”

“You think I’m the know-it-all? Have you checked who you always hang out with lately?” Kageyama grumbled. “Just serve.”

Yamaguchi considered for a moment. He and Kageyama never really got along per se, but they didn’t usually fight, either. He was content to watch from the sidelines as everyone else put him in his place. But right now, it was just the two of them. So it looked like he’d have to do the job himself.

He tossed the ball in the air toward Kageyama, who got under it, preparing to set as Tadashi hurried toward the net and leapt into the air. As usual, Kageyama set exactly to him, and he was able to spike the ball into the opposite court with ease.

Kageyama turned around to say something, but before he had the chance, Yamaguchi lunged for him, grabbing his sides and squeezing hard.

“He-EEY!!” Kageyama cried, pushing at Tadashi’s shoulders. “W-What – why are you – stohohop it!”

“Hinata always does this when you’re being a jerk, and it works for him, so I thought I’d try it.” Yamaguchi grinned at the soft, held-back giggles slipping from the setter’s mouth. “Feeling a little more humble, Tobio?”

“Shuhuhuhut up!” Kageyama grabbed his wrists, finally stopping the gentle assault. Breathing heavily, he muttered, “No fair.”

“I think it’s completely fair. We should have a way to knock you down a few pegs when we need to.” Yamaguchi smirked, grabbing another ball from the bin behind Kageyama and turning toward the end of the court. “Let’s do another one.”

35) Lee Tsukishima, Ler Bokuto

“Are you seriously ticklish here?” Bokuto laughed, pressing his thumbs deeper into the space between Tsukishima’s shoulder blades.

Tsukki gritted his teeth against the mirth that was bubbling inside of him, but he couldn’t stop his squirming. “Y-Yes, now stop it! This isn’t helping!”

The two of them had been practicing their spikes in the gym at camp when Tsukki’s left shoulder had suddenly gone tense on him, making it difficult for him to set or spike with any great force. Bokuto had offered to massage the area which – in retrospect – was probably not the wisest idea to begin with. Either way they were here now, with Tsukki lying on his stomach on the floor and Bokuto pressing into his shoulder blades rather than his left shoulder, too amused to continue the massage properly.

“This is hilarious!” Bokuto went on, switching from kneading to skittering. “Dude, this is great. You need to loosen up and laugh more, anyway.”

“I d-do not!” Tsukki growled, clenching his fists. He hated that Bokuto was planted on him too firmly for him to simply roll over and push him away. “Get off. I didn’t ask for this.”

“You didn’t ask for the massage, either. I offered.” Bokuto moved his skittering into Tsukki’s underarms.

Tsukki jolted, bringing his arms down, wincing at the throb in his left shoulder while also snickering uncontrollably into the gym floor. “S-Stohohop it, that hurts, Bohohokuto!”

“Does it? Sounds more like you’re giggling to me~”

“Knohohohohohock it off!”

Bokuto grinned. “Nah. I think this will work just as well as a massage, buddy.”

36) Lee Suga, Ler Kuroo

“That’s sensitive!”

“Well, it’s your most ticklish spot, so I’d imagine so.”

“Not that,” Suga insisted, hissing at Asahi. “The information.”

Kuroo smirked at them both in amusement. “Not inclined to share how easy it is to reduce you to a helpless puddle of giggles? I’m not surprised, really.”

Suga flushed pink and glared at Asahi. “You jerk. Now everyone on the Nekoma team is going to know.”

“I’ll keep my mouth shut,” Kuroo offered, “on one condition.”

“Which is?”

“You let me see for myself.”

Suga paled. “W-What? No, I…”

Asahi grinned, hooking his arms under Suga’s to hold him in place. “He’s all yours, Kuroo.”

“What?! Asahi, you traitor!” Suga cried, already giggling before Kuroo had even reached him. “Nohohoho, dohohohohon’t!”

“Wow, it must be bad if you’re laughing already,” Kuroo teased, lifting his jersey just enough to find his navel and wiggle a finger into it. “Tickle, tickle~”

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Suga screamed, tossing his head back and struggling so hard Asahi had to fight to maintain his hold on him. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!! KUROO LET ME GOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

“I’m not the one holding you captive, my friend.” Kuroo continued to wiggle his finger, chuckling at the hyena cackles he was getting for his minimal efforts. “Cootchie coo, little setter~”

“STAHAHAHAHAHAP!! DOHOHOHOHON’T TEASE ME!! KUROO – AHAHAHASAHI PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Suga laughed and writhed and tried kicking his attacker, but it did him no good, and the ticklish feeling was so strong there, he couldn’t take it. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE NO MOHOHOHOHOHORE!! KUROO!!”

Finally, Kuroo let up, standing up with a big smile. “Adorable. Absolutely adorable. You’ve got a cute laugh, too.”

Suga slumped to the ground when Asahi let him go, blushing hard and trying to hide his smile. “Just shut up already.”

37) Lee Kageyama, Ler Kenma

“You’re not as intimidating as I thought,” Kenma murmured in his low, monotonous voice, watching calmly as he made a mess of the Karasuno setter.

Kageyama was on the ground, curled in on himself to protect his most ticklish spot while the Nekoma setter poked and scribbled along his sides and ribs. Just a moment ago they’d accidentally bumped into each other, and Kenma grabbed Kageyama’s shirt to keep from falling, grabbing onto his side and forcing a loud squeal out of the taller boy in the process. Well, much like a cat with a mouse, Kenma pounced on the opportunity and had learned rather quickly that Kageyama – for all of his height and strength and intimidating glares – was incredibly ticklish, and very easy to take down.

So take him down he had.

“Stohohohohop it,” Kageyama begged, trying to stay as quiet as possible. The last thing he needed was for Kuroo or any of the other Nekoma players to know about his weakness. He tried to grab Kenma’s wrists and force him away, but Kenma was quick on his feet when he wanted to be, and in the next moment both of Kageyama’s arms were above his head, Kenma sitting on them to keep them in place and reaching down to scribble in his open underarms.

Now he was even more helpless than he had been.

“Nohohohohohohoho! Kenma!” Kageyama squealed, giggling harder than he cared to admit, certain he had to be blushing by now. Thank god Hinata wasn’t here. “Plehehehehehehease, stop!”

Kenma hummed, reaching under the Karasuno setter’s jersey to scribble directly against his skin, earning an even louder squeal for his efforts.

Nekoma’s brain had gone to work, and there was no stopping him now.

38) Lee Suga, Ler Daichi

“You have the loudest, most dorky laugh of all time,” Daichi said, sitting on Suga’s lap and pinning his wrists above his head to the couch cushion at his back. “And I miss it.”

Suga’s eyes widened. “H-Hold on, I didn’t – this isn’t why I’m here, we’re supposed to be studying!”

“You’ve been studying so hard you’ve forgotten how to have fun.” The Karasuno captain smirked, wiggling his fingers in Suga’s line of vision, enjoying the way his cheeks turned pink in response. “If you don’t want to lighten up on your own, I’ll make you, Kou.”

“Daichi…” Suga trailed off, opening his mouth to protest but then changing his mind, looking away. “Please be gentle.” He cringed at himself for saying it, but Daichi smiled, slipping his fingers under his friend’s shirt to get at his belly directly, scribbling lightly.

“I’ll be gentle,” he promised, “for now.”

Suga giggled, trying and failing to twist out of the way, pinned firmly in place while his friend loomed over him, grinning at his helplessness, making him feel even more flustered. He jerked when Daichi strayed too close to his navel. “Nohohohohot thehehehehere, plehehehease…”

Daichi considered. “But I want to hear your hyena laugh.”

“N-Nohohohohot today, Dai…plehehehehease.”

After a moment, the captain nodded. “All right, I’ll stay away from that spot for now. But you owe me one, got it?”

At the lighter, happier giggling he got as an answer, he knew he’d made the right choice by being gentle for his friend’s sake today.

Suga blushed to his ears but nodded all the same. “Deheheheheal.”

39) Lee Yamaguchi, Ler Tsukishima

“Looks like someone’s ridiculously ticklish here.”

Yamaguchi squealed. Tsukishima towered over him, grabbing onto his sides and squeezing rapidly, making the smaller boy laugh despite how flustered he was by this whole situation. He’d always wanted Tsukki to tickle him to pieces like this, and now that it was happening, he didn’t know what to do with himself. He instinctually wanted to squirm and push Tsukki away, but he also didn’t want the blonde to actually stop, so he just awkwardly jerked and flopped around beneath his friend, laughing and sputtering and blushing so hard he felt the heat of it on his cheeks.

Tsukki watched him closely, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “You’re not asking me to stop.”

Oh, god. Tadashi whimpered through his giggles, clenching his fists tightly by his shoulders, fighting desperately against the urge to bring them down and protect his – as Tsukki had put it – ridiculously ticklish sides.

Tsukki chuckled, and the sound sent a cold shudder through Yamaguchi. He gasped when the blonde moved to straddle his waist, grabbing his wrists and pinning them to his sides with his knees. “T-Tsukki…”

“Just helping you out,” Tsukki teased, going back to squeezing and digging into his weak spot, making Tadashi throw back his head and laugh once more. It was so much worse now that he couldn’t even squirm! “Since you so obviously want me to tickle you.”

“Ahahahahahahahaha! Tsukkiehehehehehehehe!”

“Yes?”

“D-Dohohohohohon’t-!” Yamaguchi hesitated, then forced himself to keep going. “Don’t stahahahahahahap!”

Tsukishima grinned wickedly. “Don’t worry. I wasn’t planning to.”

40) Lee Kageyama, Ler Hinata

“Get away from me!” Kageyama cried, trying to wrench himself free of the cursed net but failing. Hinata continued his slow advance, wiggling his fingers and grinning mischievously. Kageyama’s heartrate kicked into overdrive. He was stuck. The net was wrapped securely around his wrists and arms, keeping him trapped right where he was in the middle of the court, helplessly watching his friend get closer and closer with every second. “H-Hinata, wait!”

“Finally,” Hinata said, beaming. “Finally, I get to show you what it’s like!”

“What what’slike?!””

Hinata plunged his fingers into the setter’s underarms, scribbling and digging with everything he had. “What it’s like to be tickled to death while you can’t do anything about it!”

Kageyama burst into giggles. He was so ticklish, and being stuck in the volleyball net like this felt like being betrayed by his oldest friend, somehow. He wiggled and thrashed, but nothing helped him. Nothing got him away from Hinata’s tickling fingers, and the redhead was smiling at him, and he couldn’t stand how flustered it was making him feel.

“Hinata,” he wheezed, voice pleading, “stohohohohohop! Please, I c-cahahahahan’t – thihihihihis isn’t fahahahahahahair!”

“And tickling me when I got stuck under the bleachers that one time was fair?” Hinata traveled downward to his hips and giggled at the squeal Kageyama let free. He kept up easily with his thrashing. When the setter struggled so hard his jersey came untucked from his shorts, Hinata held onto his waist and blew the biggest raspberry he could manage on his friend’s belly, reveling in the absolute shriek he got for his trouble.

“Hinatahahahahaha!” Kageyama laughed, blushing so hard he could feel the heat of it running down his neck. “Plehehehehehehehease!”

Hinata blushed, too, mesmerized by how much a little tickling had transformed his normally stoic friend into this unstoppable giggling mess. He beamed. “I think I like tickling you, Kageyama.”

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clandestineloki · 4 years

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Tony: So, Y/N, how's life here in the Tower?

Y/N: Well, Mr. Stark, it's really great, I don't know how I could ever repay you.

Tony: Hey, you can call me Tony, Y/N. Besides, you don't have to repay me! You're my executive-assistant-slash-best friend-forever-since-college, and I can't have my E.A.S.B.F.F.S.C. living twenty miles away from me, can I? If you ever need anything, I'm here.

Y/N: Thanks, Mi- Tony.

Tony: And have you had a crush on any of the Avengers yet?

Y/N: Wha-

Tony: *intense eyebrow wiggling*

Y/N: No I don't.

Tony: Yes you do. I see those side glances you give Mister Green And Gold.

Y/N: No, I don't!

Tony: Hey, go tell him how you feel. Ask him out for coffee!

Y/N: *heavy breathing* Tony, I don't think he likes me that way-

Loki: *conveniently in the same room you two enter*

Y/N: ....

Tony: Hey, Severus Snakes!

Loki: *sighs, then chuckles* How often are you going to call me that, Stark?

Tony: *winks* Always.

Y/N: ...

Loki: ...

Tony: Anyway, Y/N here has something to tell you!

Y/N: What?

Y/N: *to Loki* N-No I don't.

Tony: Yeeeesssss, you do!

Y/N: *shaking her head* Loki, please leave.

Tony: *stopping Loki* No, Snakes! She has something to tell you!

Y/N: Mister Stark-

Loki: Is it something I haven't noticed in the past few days?

Tony: Maaaaaybeeee?

Y/N: *breathes in* Loki-

Loki: Because I'm fully aware that she has feelings for me.

Tony: *surprised pikachu face*

Tony: See, Y/N? He knows-

Y/N: *slurred* Mister Stark I don't feel so good-

Y/N: *falls to the floor*

Tony: HOLY SHIT!

Loki: Oh dear...

Loki: ... is she dead?

Tony: *shaking Y/N's shoulders lightly* Y/N? YOU'LL BE OKAY DON'T WORRY

Loki: I-

Tony: *shrieking* DON'T PANIC, REINDEER THIS HAPPENS TO HER ALL THE TIME IT'S NATURAL

Loki: I'm perfectly calm. You should see yourself, Stark.

Tony: IT'S FUCKING NATURAL!

Tony: *running out of the room* I'LL BE BACK WITH A GLASS OF WATER AND A FUCKING BLANKET, PUT HER ON ONE OF THE COUCHES

Loki: *gently places her on a couch*

Tony: *screams from the other room* NO THE OTHER ONE IT'S LESS EXPENSIVE

Tony: *whining* MOTHER OF MORGAN I JUST BOUGHT THAT ONE

Loki: *calmly places her on the other side*

Tony: *trailing from the other side of the hall* TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY-FOUR DOLLARS-

Y/N: *groans, rolls over* Oww...

Loki: *placing his hand on her forehead, making it cold*

Y/N: *sighs*

Y/N: Aah, shit that feels so good...

Loki: *smiles, then moves his hand to her cheek*

Y/N: *whimpers* Mmmm...

Y/N: *her eyes snap open*

Y/N: *softly* Where's Mister Stark? Wha-

Y/N: *realizes Loki's holding her cheek*

Y/N: *whispers* H-Hi.

Loki: *grins back* Hello.

Y/N: What happened? Did I black out again?

Loki: I think the more appropriate term is...

Loki: *holds her chin* You fell for me.

Y/N: *blushes* Wha- I didn't- No, I can explain-

Loki: It's alright, Stark already told me. I know.

Y/N: I'm...

Loki: *smiling*

Y/N: ...I'm sorry.

Loki: *smile drops* Wha-

Y/N: I wanted to tell you in a more proper way, like just you and me then maybe we'd talk about other stuff and I'd do a lot more than just fAinT-

Loki: *presses a single finger to her lips*

Loki: You don't have to apologize, love.

Loki: I find it adorable.

Y/N: No, you don't.

Loki: *kisses her hand*

Loki: Yes.

Loki: *kisses her chin*

Loki: I.

Loki: *brushes his lips against hers briefly*

Loki: DO.

Y/N: *blushes, snuggles deeper into the couch*

Y/N: Tony told you?

Loki: I already noticed it these past few days. You are many wonderful things, Y/N, but you are a terrible liar.

Y/N: *laughs*

Y/N: Wonderful things? Like what?

Loki: Well, to begin with, you are a very sweet person, very humble, and you have good taste in men. *winks*

Y/N: Does... does this mean you'll go out with me?

Loki: *sarcastic, then sweet* No, it means I fancy you too.

Y/N: *nervously sweats, then smiles*

Loki: You look as if you're going to faint again.

Y/N: *stammers* N-No I'm not!

Loki: Yes you are, and I must kiss you properly before you literally fall for me again.

Loki: *presses his lips to Y/N's*

Y/N: *kisses him back*

Tony: *barges into the room* Alright, I think I've calmed down-

Y/N: *pulls away, stares at Tony*

Tony: *points to Loki* Y-You...

Loki: *stares blankly*

Tony: *points at Y/N* ...and my E.A.S.B.F.F.S.C.???

Y/N: *stands up* Tony-

Tony: OH- *faints*

Y/N: *winces*

Loki: *chuckling* Oh dear...

Loki: iS HE DEAD

#loki fanfic #loki odinson #Loki Laufeyson #Loki Love #loki headcanon #loki fluff #loki #loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki oneshots #tom hiddelston imagine #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston

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T.Rex, Velveeta, and Other Fun Names

A one shot I made, thanks to @lydias--stiles and @blush-and-books.

We were talking about what Luke’s middle name could be and it sparked an idea for this quick little one shot (which is neither quick or little actually.)

Could also be read on AO3.

ENJOY!

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Lucas T. Patterson

The madness of this week all started when Julie thumbed through Luke’s journal and found her songwriting partner’s messy scrawl inscribed in the behind the front cover.

Yeah, it was his name, Julie would have griped about how illegible it was and moved on to whatever song she and Luke had been workshopping the day before and thought nothing of it-

If it weren’t for the fact that there was a flurry of deep inset scratches of pen scribbling out the space where his middle name was supposed to be, leaving only the ‘T’ unscathed…

“So I was thinking, maybe we change the key. I thought I was feeling A Major,” Luke rattled off, playing the aforementioned series of chords on his electric, “But now, I think we could really intensify it by flipping to a minor key-”

“What’s the 'T' stand for?”

The ghost looked up, confused, “Huh?”

Julie held up the inner cover of the journal, pointing to his name, “Lucas T. Patterson. The ‘T’- what does it stand for?”

It was a simple question, but all color drained from his face.

“O-Oh. Oh that?” Luke stammered through, struggling to rid himself of his guitar, the skull and rose strap kept swatting his face in his hurry.

She nodded.

He was across the room in seconds, back facing her, pretending to fiddle with the amp settings, even going as far as inspecting Alex’s drums. Thank goodness the drummer wasn’t there right now or else he would be getting a thorough lecture. ("Tell him to stop touching my drums!" extended to his bandmates as well).

“It, uh, stands for my middle name,” he said, still not looking at her.

“I get that. So what is it?”

“It’s nothing,”

Julie rose from the piano bench, traversing the studio until she was right behind him. She forced him to pivot and face her, “No, it’s clearly something.”

Luke gave a dismissive wave and a weak nonchalant laugh, “It’s not a big deal,”

“It clearly is if you won’t tell me,”

Then his head cocked to the side. He cupped his ear, “Uh, what’s that? I think I heard Carlos!”

“What?” She couldn’t hear anything.

“Oh, you need help, Carlos? On my way!”

“He can’t even-”

In a flash of light and warp of reality, Julie was alone in the studio.

“- hear you...”

Oh boy.

Now what was that about?

________________

Ever since then, Julie’s curiosity only grew. Why was Luke so evasive when it came to his middle name? What could possibly be the reason?

With all the secrecy and going great lengths to omit it from his journal, she was betting on it being insanely embarrassing.

Which made Julie want to find out even more.

Luke didn’t get embarrassed so easily, not much to weaponize against him whenever they all made playful jabs at each other from time to time, like the friends they were. Really it was stuff like ‘Beware, Luke this shirt has sleeves’ which basically translated to ‘Haha, you’re attractive’.

Which did not pack quite the punch.

She was determined to decode Luke’s middle name, if not to quench her curiosity then to humble the guy.

He couldn’t be attractive and talented. Something’s gotta give.

(And no, she didn’t often think about how attractive and talented he was… Nope. Not at all).

“Tristan?” she threw out while they were backstage at their next gig.

Luke tuned his guitar, “Nope”

“Thomas?”

“Nuh-uh”

“Terrence?”

He finally looked up, smirking, “You will never find out.”

The tech burst in, phasing through the ghostly forms of the boys, to lead her out onto the stage.

She inwardly cursed. Saved by the bell.

“Break a leg, boss,” Luke wiggled his fingers at her before she was practically pushed past the curtain.

Even when she sat down to play the piano, Julie could not get the image of Luke’s smug face out of her mind. Oh, he probably thought her attempts were just so cute.

Yeah, cute for now.

But she wasn’t done yet.

____________________

“Alright, guys. Help me solve the mystery. What’s Luke’s middle name?”

It was one of those rare occasions where Luke was out of the house, leaving her, Alex, and Reggie alone.

The boys had been present for her previous tries to weasel Luke’s middle name out of him, and they were amused for the most part- Well, never as amused as Luke ‘Thinks He’s All That’ Patterson (not a serious contender in her guessing, by the way).

With their reactions, and however many years of brotherhood shared among the three of them, Alex and Reggie just had to know.

They were all chilling in the kitchen, Reggie perched on top of the counter and Alex lounging at the table. Julie poured herself a juice, waiting on the answer.

The bassist straightened up, “Oh. It’s-” Then he stopped, face scrunched up in a frown of concentration.

Julie directed her gaze at Alex, who was ready to jump in.

“No, wait it’s…” He faltered.

The two boys’s heads snapped to stare at each other as they pieced it together.

“Dude, I don’t think-”

“No. He had to have. I’m just blanking,”

“Guys?”

“Oh my god,” Alex uttered, pushing his golden locks back into his cap, “It took us this long to notice?!”

They were now on their feet, sandwiching Julie.

“We... don’t...know,” Reggie winced, admitting it out loud.

“How could you not know?”

“I don’t think he ever told us!” was the bassist’s defense, “He’s Fort Luke when he wants to be!”

He made the gesture of locking his lips and throwing away the key to which Alex nodded.

“Now I wanna know!”

“Me too!”

Now this was a development. If Luke’s boys had no clue, then it must be really juicy.

Taking a sip from her cup, Julie was all ready to recruit two new members for the noble cause…

_________________

Julie, Alex, and Reggie huddled in a circle at the studio, all bearing notebooks and furiously whispering at each other and scribbling away when Luke decided to make an appearance.

They dispersed, making their collusion all the more suspicious.

“Luke,” They all greeted, with the same level of enthusiasm… at the same time.

The guitarist eyed them skeptically. Then he took in the notebooks, “You’re having a band meeting. Without me?” he asked, hurt flashed in his hazel eyes.

“No, silly. We’re having a band meeting about you,”

“Reggie!” Alex and Julie hissed.

That only added to Luke’s hurt and confusion.

Sending him a reassuring smile, she guided him to an empty chair, placed right in the middle, just beyond the coffee table, “Sit down. Please.”

“Okay?” Slow steps and weird stares later, his butt plopped onto the seat, “Can someone tell me what’s all this abo-?”

“Lucas Theodore Patterson?” Alex leapt in front of Luke, reading his guess off his notebook.

Luke’s shoulders slumped, seeing where this was all going.

“Guys, really? You too-?”

“Is it or is it not Theodore?” Julie backed Alex up.

“God no,”

Reggie was up next, “Lucas Timothy Patterson?”

The nose scrunch answered for them.

“Lucas Tyrone Patterson?” as was Julie’s turn.

“No flow,”

And so they were stuck in a circle for the next 20 minutes, everyone taking turns guessing Luke’s middle name, their lists growing more desperate and random as they continued, even going as far as borderline yelling the names at him- that was how frustrated they were.

“Lucas Troy Patterson,”

“No”

“Lucas Trixie Patterson?!”

“That’s not even- that’s not even a guys name-”

“It’s Tyrannosaurus Rex. I’m telling you. It has to be!” Reggie slammed his notebook down, poking Luke hard in the chest with his index finger, “Admit it! LUCAS. T. REX PATTERSON!”

“Boy, I wish,”

Their guessing game, once the last of the names have been recited, left all of them breathless (even though two of them were ghosts!).

On any other occasion, Luke would have been sympathetic, especially seeing how broken up and defeated they all looked collapsed onto the couch, glaring at him like he was the enemy.

But their fruitless attempts only made him all the more victorious.

“Nice try guys,” he patted each of them on the shoulder before heading out.

Best to give them a break.

Ya know, to deal with the defeat.

____________________

She was nothing if not persistent.

But Julie knew she might have been taking things too far when she had made the trip to Emily’s.

Look, she thought she could just pay the woman a visit, to check up on her, catch up-

Maybe ask leading questions in order to trick her into telling her her son’s middle name?

Yeah, the plan was flawed from the start because how could she so subtly direct the conversation to her dead son’s middle name.

Maybe get her to tell a story about Luke getting in big enough trouble that would have warranted the whole ‘yelling-out-your-full-name’ treatment? Which was a total stretch.

But she didn’t expect it to be the complete and utter disaster that it was.

If Alex and Reggie hadn’t gotten impatient and started snooping around Luke’s old room and digging through his things to find some sort of sign for his name, and if Luke hadn’t decided to intervene, creating all kinds of ruckus in other rooms for his mom to stop and check-

Then maybe they wouldn’t all be sitting on the Molina living room couch hours, getting read the riot act by Luke Patterson of all people.

“I had to tip over my aunt’s vase!!”

“Well, if it's any consolation, your mom always hated that vase?” Reggie chuckled before being promptly silenced by one look from Luke.

Alex spluttered, “But, like, you didn’t have to break it??”

“I did what I had to do,”

“Your mom was so freaked out!”

“Well, that’s on you guys,”

Julie just about had enough with all these games, she pushed herself up from the couch, squaring up against Luke’s unwavering gaze, “You’re being ridiculous!”

“Me?” he yelled, taken aback, “ You went to my house!”

“We just wanted to know!”

“Oh my god!” His hands gripped at his hair, “Why do you wanna know my middle name so badly?”

“I like knowing stuff about you, okay!”

Luke stepped back. Eyes wide.

That-

That wasn’t meant to come out.

Especially in the booming, shrill tone she used.

“Oh…”

Luke was playing with the sleeves of his oversized flannel, the air between them thick and brimming with awkwardness. It didn’t help that Alex and Reggie took this as the opportunity to flee.

Now it was just the two of them in the living room.

Breathing deeply to collect herself because it finally hit her- they were in a screaming match all because of a middle name . Like, Luke wasn’t the only one being ridiculous. It was her too. This whole quest to figure out what the T in his name stood for was so pointless.

They were fighting and Julie didn’t like it.

“And,” she cleared her throat, dislodging the unpleasantness, “there’s something clearly bothering you about it. Just… maybe thought I could help?”

Julie had been kidding herself. Messing with Luke might have been her initial goal, but what bugged her most about not knowing his middle name was the fact that even after all the time they spent together, there were things that Luke still wouldn’t tell her.

He was entitled to keep his secrets, yes, and she still felt bad for spying on him on his birthday. But, they were bandmates, writing partners, friends . She had confided in him a lot and he with her, and they just…

They always had this closeness. A closeness that she appreciated and didn’t take for granted.

And she had acted so recklessly because of it.

Luke nodded, taking it in. He didn’t look mad, but he understood. Julie could tell he was able to get more from her than the words she spouted at him.

“It’s, just,” his voice lowered into a self-conscious whisper, “It’s just something I don’t like a lot of people knowing...”

“I’m sorry. I pushed,”

“It’s okay,” the left corner of his mouth twitched, “You wouldn’t be Julie, if you didn’t” he playfully punched her shoulder.

She gaped at him in mock offense, “Hey!”

“Just saying. Tt’s not the first time you showed up on my doorstep, digging up my past,” she instinctively grimaced but Luke reached for her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers, “But I know it’s coming from a good place. Thanks.”

He really shouldn’t be so forgiving, Julie thought. But she was just happy that they could just leave this mess behind them.

“I’ll get the guys to drop it,” she offered.

That made Luke laugh, “Good luck with that. Reggie’s wearing Alex down. Now he’s seriously considering my middle name to be ‘Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles’,”

“If it was that embarrassing, I’d see why you’d keep it a secret,”

It seemed like Luke wanted to say something but shook his head and thought better of it. Instead he tugged her by the hand to the door, “Come on. You never did give me your opinion on the key change…”

_______________

It was months later when it finally came out.

They were in her room. She was doing homework and he was getting a jump start on their newest song, working side by side on the floor.

Her laptop was open, some randomly chosen Spotify playlist streaming in the background. All was well when the familiar chords of ‘Get Lost’ started playing, causing Luke to visibly tense up.

“Trevor,”

“Right. Sorry, I’ll turn it off-”

“No. That’s…” He sighed and moved into a kneeling position.

Pushing his already opened journal to Julie, Luke flipped it to the cover, where his name was written.

He pointed to the scribbles over his middle name.

Where only the T was exposed…

Trevor.

“Lucas...Trevor...Patterson?”

“My full name. Ba-da?” his jazz hands fell flat, betrayed by the quiver in his voice.

“Oh,”

“I, uh, never liked how it sounded. And you know how I feel… about things that just don’t flow right”

Julie did. For sure. Scrapped lyrics and melodies were often what happened. Never to be brought up again.

He continued, “My mom would insist on writing out my full name on my notebooks for school- Luke Patterson is already so generic,” and the first genuine chuckle of the night huffed out, “Never used them for class of course. Just to write songs.”

“Tre-Bobby,” she corrected herself “He would have needed proof that he wrote everything...”

“My old notebook. That had ‘Get Lost’ and ‘Crooked Teeth’. Made the mistake of writing it in pencil. It’d be so easy to just-”

Slamming the laptop closed, silencing the song, Julie enveloped the ghost in a hug. He melted against her, hands gripping onto her shoulders from behind, for dear life, the weight of the reveal finally taking its toll.

“I didn’t like my middle name before. Now, I just- I just can’t stand it,” he whispered into her shirt.

“I’m so sorry, Luke”

“Were the songs not enough? He had to steal my name too?”

The ache carried by his voice made Julie squeeze tighter.

She had no words.

What Bobby did, what he took from Luke, was more than she could ever fathom. She didn’t know what to do, what to say to him to soothe the pain.

She only held him.

For as long as he needed.

___________

"How come Alex and Reggie never found out?" she would ask him later.

"Didn't make it habit to show off my journal"

She frowned, "But you let me read it."

Luke, too, had no words in response.

____________

“Hey, wanna go on a walk with me?” Julie asked him out of the blue one evening.

Luke could definitely use a break, especially from whatever row Alex and Reggie had just gotten into. He nodded and took her offered hand.

They took a stroll down her street, hands still joined but hidden in Julie’s hoodie pocket (as to not make it seem like she was grasping at air). The sun was beginning to set over the hills as they could see from their vantage point in the park, their set destination.

Julie seemed to have some purpose for this random walk because she was leading him around until they reached a tree in a more secluded part of the grounds.

Whipping out a pocket knife, Julie replaced her hand in her grasp with the odd tool.

“What’s this?”

“For a while, I lost all sense of what music meant to me. I thought music was my mom. That if she’s gone then there’s no point in going on,”

“Aw, Jules”

Her sunny disposition shone through in a smile, “It’s okay. I had to redefine music for myself. Give it new meaning. Music is not just my mom. It’s my family and Flynn. It’s you and the guys” she shrugged, “It’s me.”

“I would have told you that,” A tender touch to her forearm coaxed an even bigger smile from the girl, “You definitely are music.”

Momentarily distracted by the compliment, it took a moment for Julie to get back on track.

“What I’m trying to say is. I think it’s time for you to redefine yourself. There’s stuff in your old life that you miss, but there’s also stuff you want to leave in the past…”

It dawned on Luke what Julie was referring to.

“That ‘T’ is a placeholder. You could go by a different middle name. You could do whatever you want. You’re a ghost now. You can… move on. So,” she revealed the blade and placed it in his palm once more. She nodded at the tree.

“Go ahead. Go give your name a new meaning, Make your mark,”

Grinning, Luke picked up on her plan and began carving into the trunk, his initials, all three letters representing his name, with each mark easier to craft than the last, imbuing more love and meaning into them, just like what Julie said.

Once done, he admired his handiwork, floored by how cathartic it was, to have his name on something that was gonna last.

L.T.P

He was taking back his goddamn name.

He beheld it with pride.

“I’ll ask again,” Julie leaned against the tree, tracing the letters with her fingers, “What’s the 'T' stand for?”

With no hesitation he said-

“Thundercat,”

“W-What?” Julie choked.

He lost it at her reaction, “You said whatever I want. I loved that show as a kid!” he giggled.

“Lucas… Thundercat… Patterson,” Julie so badly wanted to make a comment, Luke could tell. But she changed her mind, “You know what? If it makes you so happy then go for it. Who am I to stop you?”

“Nah, I’ll think of something else later on. But it’s my afterlife. I could go through as many middle names as I want, right?”

“Exactly,”

Luke returned her knife and thought she was going to slip it back into her pocket. Instead, she strode up to the tree and proceeded to carve her own initials right below his.

“There. So your name doesn’t have to be lonely up there,” she folded up the blade and put it away.

“You know that, uh, couples usually do that kind of thing,” Luke couldn’t help but notice that, with the way their initials were oriented on the tree.

A rosy hue graced the girl’s cheeks, “Oh...yeah.”

A beat of silence followed, just the two of them staring at the tree.

“I like how our names look next to each other though,”

Luke nodded, a warm feeling settling in the pit of his stomach and rising, “Me too.”

Squinting, he read Julie’s initials, “ J.V.M. What does the ‘V’ stand for?”

A devious glint sparkled in her eyes, “Maybe you’ll just have to guess.”

“Aw come on!”

She raised an eyebrow, “Oh as if you made it easy for me?”

Ok. She had him there, “Fair enough.”

The whole walk home, Luke ran through all the ‘V’ names he could think of.

“Julianna Valeria?”

“Nope,”

“Julianna Vanessa?”

“C’mon, songwriter. Where’s the flow?” she teased.

Luke snapped his fingers, believing he cracked the code, “Victoria. After your aunt,”

“No. But imagine how mad she was when she found out,”

“Venus, Vanilla, Vaseline-”

“Vaseline?”

They were at her doorstep, and he bounded in front of her, blocking her path, “I won’t give up.”

“I don’t expect you to,”

“Velveeta. Like the cheese”

“It’s Valentina,” she finally said, pushing him aside, fishing through her pockets for the keys to open the front door.

“You got Valentina while I got stuck with Trevor?” She lucked out in the middle name department, that was for sure.

Of course someone like Julie got shacked up with a beautiful name like Valentina…

“I could change mine too. In solidarity,” she said offhandedly.

“If I go with Reggie’s suggestion: Tyrannosaurus Rex then would you be Velociraptor?”

“T.Rex and Velociraptor?” she laughed in disbelief, finally walking through the threshold of her house. Thank goodness everyone else was already upstairs.

“From this day forth, I will be known Lucas Tyrannosaurus Rex Patterson!” he confidently declared

“And I’ll be Julianna Velociraptor Molina!” she repeated, taking much pleasure in the absurdity of it.

“Were you a dinosaur kid?”

“You saw my slippers and my PJs...”

“True,”

_______

Luke didn’t expect for them to take the whole new middle name thing so seriously.

But if they so happened to greet each other next time with prehistoric roars and with him tackling her onto the studio couch and pretending to bite her like the carnivore he was, then that was for them to know…

And for Alex and Reggie to remain confused about.

__________

Bonus:

And after some years down the line and one magical reincarnation later, Luke decided to change his name again.

“Patterson’s okay,” he said to Julie, “But I think I need something new.”

“Oh yeah? What are you thinking?”

Luke went down on one knee, in front of the tree they marked up when they were teenagers, ring in hand.

“Molina sounds pretty good to me…”

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #jatp fic #juke #palina #juke-box #julie x luke #luke x julie #julie molina #luke patterson #for unofficial juke week #fandometrics babyyyy #almost had a tidbit here where flynn tries to say her last name but gets cut off #like why are we here thinking about luke's middle name #flynn and willie need last names

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