#threw my head back and squeaked like an idiot

[siennaditbot]

Here's a random take:

'Ore' is the most attractive pronoun in Japanese.

'Boku' is pretty close, though. And I have a soft spot for 'oresama' characters, too, but idk if real people use it.

It's just that characters who use 'ore' are 👌🏻 I love the boyish charm it adds? Wikipedia says it "establishes a sense of masculinity".

I just

Eugh

I love voices and the pronoun adds to it :>

[starlightsuffered]

Watch Your Mouth

Info - a bit of sexism, hard Dom Timothée, degrading, multicum, overstim, choking, finger sucking, no after care, humiliation kink, rough sex, technically shower sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling

I couldn't believe I'd beaten Timothée Chalamet at basket ball. He was so tall it was nearly a miracle.

"Loser, T, I, M, M, Y, who is the idiot who let the ball get by," | teased.

"Shut up," he growled. He looked very angry. I knew he would never say he was ashamed he'd lost to a girl, but he was surely thinking that.

"Make me Chalamet," I retorted.

"Oh I fucking will," he snarled finally. He grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" I demanded.

"Making you," he snapped. He put me down in the shower room. He shoved me up against the wall. I heard the squeak of the knob and water began to pour over me. I was about to shout at him when I felt my shorts ripped down.

"Timothée," I said and my voice was more whiny than l'd anticipated. I heard him chuckle darkly. That's when I felt the tip of his cock rubbing my entrance.

"If you want to run your mouth, say you want my cock," he said seductively.

"I-I-"

"Yeah? What are you about to say baby girl?" He asked.

"I want it," I said as I burned with shame. I felt the humiliation seep away as I felt him slowly push inside me.

"Oh fuck, ohhhh fuck!" I gasped. "You're so big!"

"Those are the words I want to hear," he said. He began to absolutely ram his cock inside me. I was gasping, my whole outfit being soaked.

"Not so cocky now when you're full of it are you?" He asked.

"I still won," | bit back. I could barely speak for pleasure. Timothée reached around and smacked my cunt. I yelped. He stuffed two long fingers in my mouth.

"Suck like the needy baby girl you are," he ordered. I suckled desperately. I was on fire with lust.

"You are gonna take my seed. You may be able to dribble a ball past me but l'm going to make this pussy dribble cum as you walk out of here," he whispered in my ear. I made whiny, lust filled, submissive noises, it was all I could do.

His cock was so good I couldn't even keep my eyes open. My kids kept fluttering shut as I was impaled over and over again. He reached places that had never been touched.

"You know I quite like shutting your bitch mouth up and dominating you like this," he said in my ear and then bit my lobe. I was panting. I didn't know how pleasure like this existed, I felt like I might explode.

"Mmmmmm!" | squealed as I felt my walls flutter. They were clenching his cock.

"You dirty little whore, you get off on the degrading don't you?" He asked.

"Mmmhmmm," | moaned. He snatched his fingers from my mouth and I wanted to cry. He anchored his hands around my neck as the water sluiced down us. He used his grip to propel him forward and deeper inside me. My tongue was lolling out of my mouth as I was fucked within an inch of my life.

I felt like jelly. I was just his toy, a way to get off. Why didn't I hate this? I love the pressure, the lack of control.

"You. Fucking. Little. Slut."

He punctuated each word with a thrust. I wanted his cum more than I wanted to breathe. I wanted to hold it inside me and keep it forever.

"Please!" I managed to gasp. He let go of my neck and I was breathing hard. He twisted my ponytail around his hand and yanked me back. If stung in a wildly pleasurable way.

I felt myself fall over the edge again. My walls were clenching over and over. I was starting to get a bit overstimulated.

"Too much," I said weakly.

"It's not too much," he laughed. He kept slamming home. I was sure he must be bruising my cervix.

"Too big," | whimpered.

"Take it," he urged. However, he did stiffen his body so I could lean back against him as I was used. My head fell back on his shoulder. He used a large hand to force my mouth open. He spat inside my mouth and then shoved it shut so l would swallow.

"You're just a cocksleeve aren't you?" He asked as I moaned and tears filled my eyes from the intensity.

"Yes," sniffled.

"Say you love being used," he barked.

"I-I love to be used," I shuddered.

"That's it!" He grunted and then he was cumming. Thick ropes were filling me. I was so relieved that he'd stopped pumping and he'd actually given me his load that orgasmed as well. My knees gave out and he was holding me up as he released inside me. He pulled out with a wet sound and I dropped. I sat there on the shower floor leaking cum and feeling helpless.

"Watch your mouth next time," he said. He left me there under the beating stream.

[anonymousbardd]

┆Dirty Talk (1)

Young Gongseob x FemReader

ूाीू ┆ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

"Earlobes! Have you seen my favourite shirt?" I asked, looking around the tint apartment's living room.

Gongseob shrugged and plopped on the couch, "Nope, haven't seen it ever since our last fuck," he said.

"Gongseob Ji!"

"What? I'm just being honest!" He smirked and looked at me with his sharp eyes, I sighed and threw a blanket over him, "Go put on a shirt!" I huffed.

Gongseob tilted his head and wrapped his hand around his neck, "I thought you liked the view," he winked.

I blushed and looked away, "Shut up, you look ridiculous!" I stuttered.

The braided man chuckled and stood up, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer, his lips were close to my ear.

"Hey... Hotshot," he whispered, his voice was soft and quiet, the way his breath made contact with my skin made me shiver.

He kissed the back of my ear and quietly hummed, "I feel horny..." He said.

I squeaked and elbowed him in the stomach, "Don't just say shit like that!" I shout, I covered my face and he was laughing.

"I can't help it, it's all your fault," he cooed, I turned to him and placed my hands on my hips, "How is it my fault?!"

He grinned and held my chin, "You're so sexy, looking at you just gets me excited," he said.

I huffed and crossed my arms, "You're such a perv," I mumbled, Gongseob chuckled and let go of me.

"Let's bang," he said, my face heated up and I threw anything my hands could reach at him, "You dummy! You can't just say stuff like that out of nowhere!" I shout.

He kept chuckling and catching the things I threw, "Oh come on now, you're no fun," he whined.

I hit him on the head with a magazine, "I'm 17! I'm barely legal!" I exclaimed, Gongseob rolled his eyes and pouted his lips, "Hmph! Whatever!" He said mocking me.

꒰ ☕ ꒱ ┆ 𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃

I stretched my arms up as I let out a tired yawn, I've been studying all day for the exams next week, Gongseob was out with his friends.

I sighed and stood up from the floor, I went outside to get some fresh air.

I decided to go for a walk down the streets to get a break from studying, as I walked down the quiet road, I realised... I remembered nothing.

As I walked, I heard a group of noisy boys in the distance, and one loud voice in particular caught my attention.

It was Gongseob, cussing.

A bunch of scenarios flashed in my mind, my heart raced, I thought that Gongseob was in trouble, I ran towards where the noises were and there he was.

Gongseob was laying on the ground, struggling to get up, his face was beaten up and a bunch of boys were surrounding him.

"Earlobes!" I shout, I ran towards him, the group of boys turned towards me, "Well what do we have here?" One muscular boy said.

"Hey pretty lady, what brings you here?" A fat one asked.

Gongseob was noticeably ticked off and he tried to stand up.

"Leave him alone!" I shout, they all laughed and shook their heads, "Now where's the fun in that?"

I huffed and crossed my arms, they all slowly made their way towards me, "Well, they're all idiots," I thought to myself.

One guy grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him, his breath reeked of alcohol and cigarettes, I gagged and covered my nose as I try to look away.

The others started to surround me, blocking my view of the braided man.

I quietly whimpered and started to regret my life choices, "Why do I always find myself in these type of situation..." I quietly muttered.

Just a moment later, I felt sudden tension rising, it felt like there was something triggered.

"H-hey... Gongseob..." I muttered, "Don't kill them..."

"Hahh? What do you think that punk's gonna do? He's already beaten up!" A boy laughed, "He's fucking weak, he ain't gonna do shit!" They all agreed with each other laughing their asses.

I slightly grinned and let out a quiet chuckle, "Well... That's where you're all wrong, they don't call Gongseob the king of Daegu for nothing!"

Gongseob appeared from behind them and he yanked the fatass away from me, his eyes were cold and fierce.

He hates it when someone he's currently interested to is getting harassed, but what he hated a bit more is the people who were harassing a woman were underestimating him.

It didn't take long for Gongseob to take them all out, by the time be was done, he's all bruised and exhausted.

He was about to collapse when I had caught him, "You can put your arm on my shoulder, I'll be your support," I said.

He exhaled sharply and slapped my mother's creations.

"Gongseob!!" I exclaimed, he chuckled and looked at me, "Sorry, my hands slipped."

We got back to my small apartment and I sat him down the couch, "Stay there, I'll get the first aid kit," I said.

I took the orange pouch and grabbed a cloth and a small bucket of water.

I placed them down in front of the braided man, "Take off your glasses," I said, he hummed and took them off, his eyes kept looking at me.

I took a piece of cotton and cloth, I sat on his lap and looked at his cuts and bruises, "Let's clean these wounds..." I said quietly.

He didn't speak, which was odd but I wasn't complaining.

I damped the cloth with water and gently pressed it on his cuts, he didn't seem to be effected or hurt, so I continued to clean it.

After a while, I felt a pair of hands holding both sides of my waist, I looked at Gongseob who was blushing.

"Are you alright?" I asked, "You keep moving... It's... Distracting.."

"Would you prefer to feel pain instead?"

He chuckled and held his hands firm on my waist, "You know what, I think I like it better this way, just keep grinding on my lap sweet cheeks?"

I then had a moment of realization and tried to get off, unfortunately, I couldn't because Gongseob was quick to pull me back down.

"Don't leave," he said, his voice was soft and gentle, "Let's stay like this for a moment," I sighed and looked at him, "We both know where this will lead to," I said.

He smiled pulled out something from his pants, "We'll be safe," he winked, I felt my face heat up from looking at his grinning face and the condom that he's holding.

"G-Gongseo—...," he cut me off by kissing my lips, a sweet and passionate kiss, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."

I quietly hummed and he continued to kiss my lips, I couldn't resist.

His tongue pressed on my bottom lip, asking for entrance, I parted my lips and he waisted no time to slide his tongue inside my mouth.

I let out a quiet moan as his tongue massaged mine, I could feel his member twitching from his pants, his hands were firm on my hips.

When I pulled away for air, I opened my mouth to speak, "N-not here..." I murmured, he leaned closer and started to kiss the crook of my neck.

He spoke in between his kisses, "Want to take this to the bedroom?" He said.

I quietly whimpered as he nibbled and sucked on my skin, I hummed and nodded my head as I felt him smirk while kissing my neck.

"Alright then," he then let me get up, I placed down the damp cloth I was holding and watched as he stood up, he then carried me bridal style which startled me.

I wrapped my hands around his neck as he walked towards the bedroom, I felt his heart beating faster, "H-hey... Gongseob..." I said, he glanced at me and raised a brow, "Yes?"

I blushed and looked away from his sight, "P-please be gentle."

With those words I felt him get excited, he opened the bedroom door with his fingers and closed it using his foot.

He plopped me down the bed and pinned me down, his breathing has heavy and he just stood there for a moment.

"I've been waiting for this... For so long..." He muttered, he looked at me with lust in his eyes, his cheeks were tinted with red as he looked down on me.

He slowly leaned closer and softly placed a kiss on my lips, he kept doing it over and over again and began to kiss me longer.

My arms wrapped around his neck as he kissed me passionately, I slightly parted my lips giving him access to me, he swiftly slid in his tongue and began gently grinding his hips on my between region.

He pulled away to catch some air, his eyes were fixated on me, "Can I touch you?"

I slowly nodded and he grinned, his right hand slowly reached mt thighs, he backed away and began to trace the garter of my underwear.

"You're getting excited too, aren't you?" He teased, I quietly hummed and closed my eyes, nervous with what's about to happen.

He slowly slid down my underwear and chuckled quietly, "Mint green?" He said, I rolled my eyes and quietly spoke, "Why do you care about the colour?"

He grinned and shook his head, "I don't, I care about what it's covering."

His fingers then gently tapped my entrance, causing me to slightly twitch, "Haven't even started and you're already soaked," he cooed.

His fingers ran up and down from my entrance to my clit, his middle finger slightly pushing in as he dragged it up and down.

I softly whimpered as he rubbed circles on my clit, my breathing started to get heavier and faster, "G-Gongseo~..." I softly moaned.

He smiled and looked at me, "Do you want it?" He asked, I paused for a moment and felt his hands teasing me, I nodded my head and he licked his lips, "Use your words~..," he teased.

"P-please... I want it..." I mumbled,

"Good girl," he whispered.

He slowly slid his middle finger inside of me, I gasped shakily from his cold finger.

He kept pumping his slender finger inside of me, I could feel his eyes scanning me, watching me squirm under his touch.

"Don't stop... Please..." I muttered, Gongseob chuckled and looked at me, "Aww, you're being such a good girl," he cooed, he then pushed in another finger inside of me, continuing to pump both fingers inside.

"I'll give you more then~..."

My eyes rolled back as he pumped his finger lsnin and out of me, I started to drool due the pleasure.

Not long after, I came on his fingers, he chuckled and pulled his slender fingers out and licked my juices off of it.

"Fuck, you taste good, hotshot."

"You came three times on your first time, right?" Gongseob asked as he lowered his head lifted my legs to rest on his shoulders, I felt his shaky breath against my twitching walls.

I felt his lip brush against my entrance, causing me to twitch even more, "I wonder... Can I make you cum more this time."

I then felt his tongue push inside of my entrance, he dragged his tongue up from mt entrance to mt clit.

"F-fuck... Don't stop... P-please~..," I moaned, his tongue felt so good inside of me.

He kept on sucking me, licking my juices, the continuous pleasure made me shake and vulnerable to him, his breath brushed against my skin.

He kept letting out quiet hums as he kept sliding his tongue in and out of my pussy, circling it on my clit every once in a while.

"G-Gongseob~... I-I'm gonna c-cum~..!" I moaned, my hands gripped on the sheets, he kept going, he started going faster.

"A-ahh~... G-Gongseo—..," I came all over his tongue, letting out loud moans as I did, "Fuck..." He mustered, he looked up to me licking his lips.

"You taste so damn good," he smirked.

He then leaned closer to me and began to kiss me, I could taste myself on his mouth, I moaned into the kiss and he took it as an opportunity to slide in his tongue.

"Now I'm curious..." He said, he unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers, the tip of his cock rubbed on my entrance, "How many times can I make you cum with my cock?"

[fraugwinska]

Part 2 of the Alchemist series - No smut today,but I had this idea in my head and couldn't continue NOT writing it. And don't worry - those two will have time enough in Part 3 for some biological studies! :> TW: Emotional turmoils, Graphic depictions of torture and violence Read at your own discretion. As always minors - please exit to the right, DNI, this is an 18+ space

Your assistant flinched when you threw another rack of test tubes against the walls, the black, polished tiles to your feet covered in shards of glass and bubbling, oil-like liquids.

"M-Ma'am, please, ", she pleaded, kneading the pink, naked tail that peeked out of her lab coat nervously in her hands while she backed away as your grabbed the big Erlenmeyer flask still sitting over the bunsen burner, fizzing as if in mockery. "i-it's better than number 52. Isn't that progress...?"

Failed. Again, you had failed.

"Idiots call it progress...", You held the flask up, cold flames of renewed anger licking down your spine. "I call it A FUCKING DISGRACE!"

The rat demon squeaked when the glass crashed on the floor as you howled in frustration, the black gas that evaporated with a hiss and the dark purple flames the substance evoked enough to make her run out the door and out of the laboratory with a sob, the sound of her heels clicking in the hallway a grim farewell and final goodbye to a fairly good assistant.

You slumped back against a work bench and put your hands in the pockets of your coat, struggling with your breathing to calm down. The painful hunger in you scratched at your insides, this insatiable need that appeared ever since...

Ever since you returned to your laboratory that day, ever since your last encounter with the Radio Demon. The image of Alastor and his shadow flashing up in front of you. How you were deceived and subdued by him, outsmarted by him and most humiliating, how you had liked it. It should've left nothing but disdain and anger inside you, instead it left an aching want, a restless desire for filling the gaping hole of knowledge you had been faced with as well as your paradox craving for another fight ending inevitably into your submission. Defiant to do something about the latter, you had begun to at least try to satisfy the first.

You were usually okay with failure as part of the scientific progress. A failed experiment only meant an additional tool in your hand on your surefire way to success. But never did success seem so impossible to you. Every new try of recreating the shadows that had so efficiently overpowered you felt like a rerun of your previous one. You had exhausted your knowledge, rewritten the same hypotheses over and over and burned through five assistants since. These angry outbursts were so unlike you - but as the number of failed experiments rose so did your temper, and the higher your anger, the harder it became to concentrate.

Alastor haunted your mind, infiltrated your rationale with images of a teasing smile, flesh threatening to burst beneath black and sharp claws, burning red eyes staring at you from the wet heat of your core. You hadn't eaten in two weeks, hadn't slept in nearly as long, had spent all your waking hours locked away in here in a futile attempt of fleeing these emotions that were so obstructive to your work. You were obsessively reading your books, furiously rereading your notes, desperately starting test after test, trial after trial to try and satiate this thirst only to be left even more parched. You knew it wouldn't be long before you inevitably would have to drink, even if you knew it waould be poison.

"I can't go on like this..." you sighed into the deafening silence of your laboratory.

There was a certain pep in the Radio Demon's step as he walked through the streets of the Pentagram, humming to himself as sinners parted and hid away wherever he went. Alastor reached into the inside breast pocket of his overcoat, unfolding the little note that had sent him in high spirits and rereading it with impish glee.

'To: The Radio DemonRegarding: Our most recent encounter

Alastor, I hope this note will find you well. I'd like to discuss the possibility of a mutually beneficial arrangement regarding our personal and professional feud. If you agree to a meeting, a table at RAUM in the Entertainment District will be reserved tomorrow at 9 p.m. PST (Pride Standard Time)

Best Regards,The Alchemist'

He laughed to himself at the forced choice of words, the tenseness evident in every neatly drawn letter and the obvious refusal of showing even one hint of familiarity. He had known he'd just have to give the proverbial ball a little nudge - his little note so easily snuck into her lab coat by his shadow companion - and let it roll, patiently waiting long enough to see it finally crush the prideful, stubborn resistance of the little sinner known as The Alchemist in the end. Although, he had to admit it took longer than he had expected.

His spies had been useful in keeping track of her ego crumbling - the chimp, roach and gerbil sinners that she hired as assistants all painted him the same picture - that the poor woman descended more and more into restless obsession by trying day and night to solve the mystery of his shadowy companion. The last one of her henchmen, a meek little rat girl, added a curious detail to the usual report that had Alastor's self-confidence booming: That, on the rare occasion that she fell asleep on her workbench, the Alchemist seemed to writhe and whimper - calling out a name.

His name.

He could hear it, her voice, the usual dismissive contempt replaced with poorly repressed desire and urgency, breathing his name while rendered helpless and at the mercy of his hands and tongue. What a rush it had been, to see his rival and latest person of interest fall apart under his doing, breaking her stoic and methodical facade to reveal the raw and weak creature she was deep down. What a divine image, seeing the haughty, refractory Alchemist beneath him, squirming and gasping and panting beneath his touch that she begged for, seeing and feeling her whole body turn against her, reduced to a groaning heap. How delicious it had tasted, not just her, but the satisfaction in knowing he'd forever carry the taste of her and his victory.

But when the moment approached to end her, to finally wipe her off the face of hell, it spoiled in his mouth, turning from sweet into bitter. He had planned it to be his grand finale: To kill her after showing her blatant inadequacy compared to him, bound by his shadow and thoroughly humiliated - But he found himself unable to.

Rosie was the only one he told about that day, and her reply to his retelling had him brooding ever since.

"You know, Alastor - The only difference between hate and love is that hatred doesn't fear the death of the one at our mercy."

He had almost cursed at his oldest friend. The ridiculous idea alone was unsettling. Alastor never had interest in the concept of loving something or someone - he had felt no need to either. The methods he used were chosen due to this wretched urge he felt every time she had crossed his path. He hadn't been unfamiliar with these emotions stirring in him - but the intensity of them had him struggle, had him furious at the effect she had on everything that made him the powerful, ruthless overlord that he had become. To think this unhealthy fascination with her powers, how riled up and agitated he got just seeing her in her resulote disinterest in power or status, the joy he felt sparring with her as she held her fort against him had been anything other than feelings of rivalry. But hell had a habit of twists like this - that what he thought was hatred turned out just the opposite. He still wasn't certain how he'd handle this predicament, but her note had been the perfect catalyst to explore the potential this little change held for him.

Just as the clock tower of Pride's main city began to strike nine, his destination so close - Something wrapped around his ankles and wrists, and hadn't Alastor been so lost in his thoughts he would've had enough time and mind to dodge the cables that had slithered towards him. A second too late he realized just what building he was in front of, before he was violently dragged by the electrified strings, out of the street and into the darkness behind the blue sliding doors of 'VoxTech Enterprises'.

"I thought" he heard a familiar, suave voice resounding in the pitch black darkness around him as the doors slid close, dripping of malicious glee that had Alastor furious behind his smiling mask "that with old age comes wisdom, Al. Seems you've skipped that phase and went straight to senile."

Alastor heard Vox's laugh, amplified from every direction. His hands and feet were spread apart, leaving him hanging with no sense of direction or solid ground beneath him. Without light, summoning his shadow was a useless endeavor - one of the only things Alastor regrettably shared with what was once a trusted partner not too long ago. And the only light was the laughably negligible red glow of his eyes, losing the battle against the black void around him. His best bet was to be buying time, so he decided to humor the fool until chance would show itself.

"Ah, no, I do quite remember your lack of imagination when it comes to these sorts of affairs." Alastor chuckled, a slight static distortion lacing his voice as the anger within him grew. "Glad to see that's at least one thing that hasn't changed."

Electricity burst from the wires that pulled him even further apart, sending shockwaves through him as Alastor's smile widened at Vox's inability to hide his rage.

"Mighty cocky for someone who's got his ass on the line, eh, old pal?" in the distance, a screen turned on, dim and flickering, showing the face of the smirking tv demon. "Tell me, Al, was it just stupidity that brought you right to my doorstep? Or did you already miss me that much?"

Alastor laughed mockingly, concentrating enough to at least create a shadow in the weak light around Vox's screen to smash it in before it dsappeared. "If I recall correctly, you were the one begging me not to leave, Voxxy. How is your face these days, by the way?"

The screen flickered as Vox's eyes went wild. "You motherf-"

"As to what brought me to these parts of our illustrious city," Alastor continued, gritting his teeth as another surge of electricity shot down his spine, making his shoulders jerk painfully in the tight cable's grip. "I was on my way to meet someone who is actually worth my while."

"Oh yeah? Well, they can send me a Thank-You-Note for saving them the disappointment your 'while' would've brought them." Vox sneered, a mocking smile appearing on the broken screen as he bared his teeth in a snarl. "Face it - You're done, Al. Finished. You can't do shit in here. I created this room specifically for you to die in - thanks for the intel, by the way. And believe me - I could kill you here and now, get rid of a fucking nuisance for everybody, and be called a hero for it. But for old time's sake, I'll offer you my deal once more." His joints cracked under the pressure of the pulling cables, and Alastor yanked in cold fury at them. Vox's voice was saturated with sadistic glee. "Join my team, be my second in command, my real partner this time and not a fucking uptight coward, and I'll spare you the humiliation of a slow, torturous and publicly viewed dea..."

A sudden boom had the cables and the screen shake and flicker, the image of Vox's face breaking up in pixels. Alastor felt his chest filling with a sudden eager anticipation of what - or who - the source of that explosion might've been. With a hiss, Vox's screen was restored to full resolution again, but his eyes were wide in confusion. "What the fuck was that?"

Alastor's laughter echoed across the room as another, louder explosion followed, along with panicked screams of pain and horror and he smiled over to the shocked overlord, heart beating with feverish euphoria. If the intensity of the detonations were any indicator, he was about to see a marvelous show of what true power looked like.

"It seems, old pal, that my date has arrived."

Vox didn't get to say anything else before one of the walls burst into its components and the room filled with the bright light of the neon signs illuminating the district, and amidst the clouds of dust settling, stood his darling alchemist. Her lab coat was stained in every beautiful shade of red, face and skin smeared with soot and the remnants of blood that wasn't hers, a look in her eyes that was so unhinged it made him shudder with all kinds of arousal, the aura around her glowing in a dangerous toxic green. Although her chest was heaving, there was no trace of exhaustion to her, only pure, cold rage.

"What the hell is going on? And who the fuck are you?!"

She didn't pay Vox any attention, walking up to Alastor as he ripped the remaining bits and pieces of cords and cables from his arms, her heels clacking loudly on the polished concrete floor.

"You are right on time, darling."

"And you were not - our table was canceled." Alastor had to refrain himself from giggling in feverish excitement as she walked past him, towards the stunned television demon that had been thrown into the back of the room by the force of the explosion and now leaned with his back against the wall, his expression mortified behind the cracked, flickering screen.

“Polyethylene, glass, sauter, copper, lead, platinum, silicone." Her voice was cold and calculating, each word a step closer and Vox shrunk away further into the wall behind him. Her face was neutral, a mask devoid of emotion and any trace of empathy or emotion, but her eyes sparkled full of life and fire. "But even though there are so many valuable building blocks in your electronic equipment - I can't say I appreciate the use."

She put her palm over Vox's monitor in an almost comforting gesture, her lips curling into a cruel smile as his casing started to melt and Vox screamed.

"Especially when it leaves me hungry and waiting for my dinner partner."

Alastor marveled at the beauty and precision of her strength and the effortless way she wielded it, her mind calculating every atom of Vox's technology, rendering the presumptous perfection of hell's television and phone industry to a wailing mess, his limbs and body twitching helplessly at the mercy of her touch, screen flickering with increasing speed the more damage she did. His pulse quickened, blood rushed deafeningly loud through his ears - She was dangerous and cruel and she was perfect, she was everything and so, so much more of anything he imagined and hoped her to be.

She let off Vox, his face half gone, his remaining speakers whimpering in agony and body trembling as she stood upright, looking down at the demon in disgust.

"Repeat this mistake and I will make sure I'll be there to slowly and painfully disintegrate you every time you start to respawn anew, Television Demon."

Alastor appeared beside her, making use of his shadows now that the requirement of light was covered, looking at the beaten form of his unfortunate rival with an amused laugh before taking his little alchemist's hand, breathing a kiss onto it with a smile.

"I apologize for the missed reservation, darling, but we can't have you left starving, can we? How about we relocate to my townhouse - I'll whip up a nice Pain Perdu while we discuss your... proposal, yes?"

When her face turned to him, her features slightly softened around the edges - barely noticeable to the untrained eye, but all too obvious to him, who had thought, dreamt and obsessed over her likeness enough times to see every tiny shift in her expression, even those one could interpret as her rare, discreet show of joy.

"I suppose that's an acceptable compromise."

It made the gnawing hunger inside him become all the more insatiable when she let him pull her closer, her hand still in his - warm and stained with remnants of Vox's fluids. He gave her the brightest of smiles as the destroyed room filled with radio static and his shadows swirled and wrapped themselves around them, shooting his wounded, rancorous ex-companion a sneering smile.

"I, again, have to disrespectfully decline your offer, my dear Vox. I'd rather invest my time into more..." He looked back at her, giving her an intense, heated gaze he refused to hide anymore, and the smile lingering on her lips growing into one that was just as sharp as his, and yet so much more endearing given its rarity. "...innovative propositions, I think is the right word."

Within a moment, the black swirls faded into the night, leaving nothing but the echo of his laughter and the shuddering, crying mess of the tv overlord behind.

Tagging for scientific purposes (based on comments/reblogs): @minkdelovely @macabr3-barbi3 @depressinglyobsessed @tywrites @mydickisjuicy

@littlebluefishtail @catticora @cosmiccandydreamer @anngray1369 @angeldustharmony

@jurijyuu @liz776 @selenezq

[eggtoasties]

black honey

Pairing: Hatake Kakashi/Haruno Sakura

Notes: Love a man in an ANBU uniform and I love fun team dynamics

Word Count: 2.082

Summary: Sakura, Kakashi, and Genma are pulled into Lord Ko’s idiotic scheme to get back at his ex, but they all get a little more than they bargained for. Not that anyone’s mad. Except maybe Genma.

“Tsunade-sama,” Sakura groaned, rubbing her temple. “You cannot be serious.”

“Sorry Sakura,” Tsunade replied, not seeming sorry at all. “Lord Ko asked specifically for a pretty kunoichi who could pretend to be his new girlfriend to make his ex jealous,” she responded brightly. “Wouldn’t you be offended if I had asked anyone else?”

“Ino. Hinata. Tenten.” Sakura listed, deadpan.

“Clan head, clean head, on a mission.” Tsunade responded.

Behind Sakura, two ANBU stood silently, watching the exchange between teacher and student with well concealed mirth.

“ Shishou,” Sakura whined, “don’t I have a reputation to uphold?”

“Ko is paying stupid amounts of money for this idiotic jealousy scheme. It's ridiculous. And he’s paying top dollar for the best escorts too, just to show his ex how important and powerful he is.” Tsunade smiled devilishly.

Sakura groaned and slumped in the chair in front of Tsunade’s desk. 

“C’mon kid, think of it as a vacation. You get to sit pretty in some palace for a few days. Think of the food!” Tsunade exclaimed. Looking back at the two shinobi, still standing at attention, she said, “It’s a vacation for you guys too—easy peasy. Not that Sakura would need protecting anyways.”

Scowling, Sakura huffed, “How is parading around at a ball while I’m thrown around like an object, just so some idiot man can get back with his ex a vacation for me? ” Sakura said indignantly. “What if the crazy bitch decides to retaliate or something?” 

Snorting, Genma broke his silence. “I’m pretty sure you could handle a civilian who’s never held a kunai.”

“Genma and Kakashi aren’t even the best,” Sakura complained, earning an indignant choke from Genma and a sniff from Kakashi. “Shouldn’t Shisui or Itachi be here?” Sakura leaned back in her chair, slowly accepting her fate.

“Wow,” Kakashi drawled, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Is that anyway to talk to your old teacher?” 

Sakura snorted, “You barely taught and that was well over a decade ago.”

“Pft,” Tsunade shrugged. “This mission is something genin could honestly do. You and Hatake are there for the reputation. Doctor Haruno Sakura, Godaime’s apprentice, best med-nin across the Five Elemental Nations, co-director of the Konoha hospital, strongest shinobi on this planet—beautiful and intelligent,” she puffed her chest with each title. “And, uh, the Copy Nin,” she threw in, “are more than enough.” 

“Hey!” Genma interjected, “What about me?” 

“We just needed another ANBU guard.” Tsunade responded at the same time Kakashi said, “You’re just a pretty face.” 

Folding his arms across his chest Genma pouted. “You can’t even see my face.”

Sighing once again, Sakura braced her elbows on the Hokage’s desk and cradled her forehead with her hands. “When do we leave?”

Tsunade handed Sakura a scroll. “Today.” 

Slowly easing herself from the chair and throwing another exasperated glance at her mentor she wearily bowed.

“Sakura,” Tsunade started softly. Sakura peered up at her mentor through a curtain of pink hair. “Don’t forget to cover your Byakugo seal, ha!” Tsunade said, full of mirth.

Heaving out a breath and tiredly running a hand over her face, Sakura mock saluted her teacher and caught the scroll tossed her way.

“These have all the outfits, accessories, and makeup needed for the mission. Don’t ruin or lose anything—it was expensive as shit,” Tsunade warned.

“I didn’t realize the village had gowns in the vault for loan,” Sakura said wryly. 

“I had them custom made for you,” Tsunade responded with a glint in her eye.

Opening her mouth in surprise Sakura squeaked, “What if I had rejected the mission?” her voice rising in consternation.

“Like you’d defy me, brat,” Tsunade with an eye roll. 

Looking wearily over at Kakashi and Genma, Sakura said, “Meet me at the North gate at noon.”

.

Under the shadow of the North gate, Sakura hummed to herself as she double checked the contents of her pack and storage scrolls. She was looking forward to the mission. Despite her irritation in Hokage Tower, Sakura couldn’t remember the last time she was assigned to a mission that didn’t require her to be elbows deep in entrails or trekking through swamplands. 

Plus, the company could be worse. 

Light steps approached her. Two lithe forms in uniform, masks hanging at their hips, Sakura tried to fix her eyes on their faces. 

“We’ll likely get to the palace around dinner time if we don’t rush. The ball is in three days and we can figure out security details when we meet with Ko,” Sakura said, securing her heaving pack on her back.

Kakashi and Genma exchanged nods and the trio started walking past the faded red of the village gate. Shoulder to shoulder, the spring breeze rustling through the Hashirama trees, the three of them could almost forget they were officially on a mission.

“For background,” Genma said, “I was on the security detail for Lord Ko a while back and he’s kind of a creep and kind of a loser.”

Kakashi chuckled behind his book and Sakura rolled her eyes. 

“I figured if he had to pay women to be his date despite his status, he would be kind of a loser.” She tipped her face towards the sun and briefly closed her eyes. A vacation, a vacation, a vacation, she kept repeating. “I read the intel reports on him, my favorite was Anko’s. She basically just wrote ‘fucking loser’ over and over again on his personality section.”

Genma’s laughter carried through the forest and despite herself, Sakura laughed too.

“Behind closed doors, his own staff and advisors have been trying to get him out of power ever since his father passed,” Kakashi said, absentmindedly turning a page.

“A coup?” Sakura and Genma looked at Kakashi. Preventing political upheaval and getting information back to Konoha was a completely different mission than playing house.

Kakashi shrugged. “We’ve known this for years, his opposition won’t do anything rash. But the Lord is surprisingly politically savvy, he puts his foot down when necessary, loser or not.”

Wordlessly, they simultaneously leapt into the thick foliage of the forest and settled into a line formation with Genma at front and Kakashi in the back. Sakura considers this new intel.

“We likely don’t have to worry about any real political upheaval unless he proves entirely incompetent along with being an embarrassment,” Kakashi continued. “But just something to keep in mind.”

“How do you know this?” Sakura mentally cataloged the reports she read in Tsunade’s office, “I didn’t see any mention of this.”

All of a sudden, Sakura felt his breath at the nape of her neck. She fought the shiver that ran down her back.

“I do work, Sakura,” Kakashi whispered. He immediately fell back and Sakura felt a hot rush flood down her face to the pit of her stomach. She didn’t even hear him coming. 

But looking back, that’s always how he operated. He’d never announce his presence, but she always saw him nearby. After slipping away from the village on confidential missions that even Tsunade wouldn’t disclose, she’d find him sitting in her office for his first post-mission check up in a year. After a hard week at the hospital, or a particularly grueling mission, he’d slide next to her at the bar and order their favorites. 

Jokes under a whisper, the brush of a hand, the faintest outline of a smile, little peeks of what was under the mask. 

.

I’m going to kill Tsunade, I’m going to kill Tsunade, I’m going to fucking kill Tsunade.

“I just know that we’re going to have such a great time, Sakura,” Lord Ko purred. His soft hands had imprisoned hers throughout lengthy introductions and while Sakura marveled at his scarless, uncalloused hand at first, she was ready to reduce it to a bloody stump. 

She smiled and nodded as pleasantly as she could muster, trying to pull her hand back to her side. I’m going to kill everyone in this room.

“I’ve been following your work for quite some time,” he grinned, his wide face gleaming at her, not a pore in sight. He continued petting her captive hand while she felt a blood vessel pop in her eye. “I am quite the fan,” he crooned, leaning closer to her on the plush velvet cushion he insisted they share.

“I see, yes, thank you,” she said non committedly, and quickly glanced at the whispering courtiers to the side, hiding behind their fans, eyes pitying her. 

“I can’t wait to see you in--”

“Let’s discuss the security details in private,” Kakashi interrupted, approaching the raised dais Ko and Sakura were seated on. 

The hushed whispers in the room stopped immediately as Kakashi spoke. He and Genma had waited to the side, melting with the shadows of the columns. But as he stood in front of Sakura, it seemed unimaginable that he could ever be overlooked. He stood in stark contrast from the plush velvet rug underneath his boots, the rubies of the chandelier above him. All severe angles and brutal functionality. Genma slipped from the shadows and stood next to Kakashi, acknowledging Lord Ko with a curt nod. 

There was an imperceptible twitch at the Lord’s brow as he assessed the masked pair below him and stared at Kakashi with an air of disingenuous affability. His smooth face broke out in a mild grin and he spread his arms wide--Sakura’s hand in tow.

“You’re ever so correct, ANBU, let the three of us discuss this in more privacy,” Ko said with a flourish of his robes. Surprisingly light on his feet for a large man, he quickly led Sakura down the steps of the dais, thick fabrics trailing behind him. 

Without sparing Genma or Kakashi a glance, Ko brushed past the two while grasping Sakura by the hip. 

Sakura reconsidered homicide.

.

The palace study, to Sakura’s slight dismay, was breathtaking. They sat at a great oak table, with chairs so wide they could fit two. The cushions were covered in an exquisite cream silk stitched in a pattern to resemble bound ropes. Lord Ko pulled Sakura’s chair for her and the heavy wood slid back on a plush green rug. He sat at the head of the table, facing a stained glass window that made up an entire wall depicting a dragon in flight through the sea. 

Ko rang a bell he procured from one of his deep sleeves and servants filtered through the room and set up tea, water, and some documents. He leaned as far as he could towards Sakura, large belly heaving over his armrest, and Sakura scooted as far away as possible, thankful for the lavish chair. He poured her tea himself, allowing his servants to serve himself, Genma, and Kakashi on delicate porcelain plates. 

Looking across the table, Sakura stifled a smile, watching Kakashi daintily sip from the white and gold teacup in full ANBU uniform. 

“Lord Ko,” Genma said to Sakura’s left, “we’ll need floor plans of the palace, and the proceedings for the ball to best assess security measures.”

Genma, Sakura forgot, was a professional at the end of the day.

“Ah yes, the blueprints,” Ko said airily, “not sure where that would be, you both,” he pointed to Genma and Kakashi with his teacup, “are free to walk around the premises and draw a map.”

Sakura’s brows shot up, and she could sense Genma fighting the urge to lunge at Ko’s neck. The Lord pulled a fan from an inner pocket of his robe and fanned himself as he turned his whole body to Sakura.

“Sakura--”

“Do you have any enemies we should be aware of?” Kakashi interrupted.

Lord Ko continued fanning himself, rings glinting on his thick fingers. “Dig around in the files the servants brought, there’s bound to be some information in there,” he said, never turning his gaze from Sakura. 

Sakura grabbed as many papers as she could and started examining them quickly, anything to distract herself from Lord Ko’s roaming eyes. 

“If all the information is in these documents, we’ll reconvene tomorrow afternoon to discuss,” Genma stated, shuffling folders together and standing up. 

Sakura made a mental note to profess her undying love to Genma as soon as she had the chance. As Sakura made moves to leave, Ko grabbed her armchair and pouted. “We didn’t discuss the ball yet or what the dress code is,” he said desperately, searching her eyes.

“That information isn’t in these files?” she asked weakly, hope seeping out her body.

[partyanimal167]

Dance with Me- Miguel x F!Reader

This total blurb got thrown together because I saw this beautiful art by @satoshiiarts (girl the way you drew him. the way i'd fold) and I needed to write something to calm this cat down so~

CW: fem reader, implied slight age gap, author knows some Spanish, hot fluff, afro Caribbean reader in mind

(A/N: before y'all get on my throat, I know bachata isn't Mexican, but New York irl is diverse so just follow me here and see the vision)

You somehow let your friend convince you to go out even though you worked the dinner shift. She made a good point saying that by the time you'd be off and arrived the clubs would be at it's peak vibes. You really just wanted to lay down and have a drink, but it had been awhile and even though you weren't going to a fete it would still be nice to let loose.

So you threw on that outfit that had been sitting in the back of your closet, grabbed your black mesh boots, took a shot for courage, and headed out.

There was a reggaeton-dancehall mash up when you and your friends arrived, and it immediately helped you relax. Your group found a spot to peek around--trying to decide on getting a drink or jumping on the floor. Drinks won, and first round was on you. Thankfully, the bar wasn't super crowded (no college kids), so it wasn't hard to get there. You two-stepped your way through, but accidentally bumped into someone who was reaching for their Modelo.

You gasped and placed your hand on the person's arm. "I'm so sorry! You didn't spill your drink, did you?" You absolutely hated when that happened--drunk people that needed to go home, but you were just a little clumsy tonight.

"Oh no need to worry."

Holy fuck. Holy fuck! Your brain short-circuited. You had to take a moment to breath, and prayed to God your eyes weren't bulging out of your head. The man was taller than you and gave you a soft smile despite the hard features. His cheeks were sharp. His eyes burned red. The gold of his earrings and necklace beamed when the club lights caught on it. The few gray hairs made your brain flash to dangerous places. The black dress shirt was filled, and you were so tempted to just steal a glance at whatever piece of chest you could get.

Say something! You giggled stupidly as your face was warming up, and you quickly turned to the bar hoping to have not looked like an idiot.

You shouted your order over the music to the bartender before patting your pants for your card. An arm reached passed you and placed a bill on the counter. "Here you go," the bartender took the money and went working on the drinks.

You tensed for a moment before turning and looking up at the man. Now he was grinning. "Uh, thank you so much." you smiled.

The man shrugged. "Here's your change, Miguel."

"No lo necesito." the man replied. You weren't sure what to say so you gave him your name. "Miguel, nice to meet you. Hanging out with your friends?"

Drinks starting getting placed in front of you. You nodded as you glanced at your friends who seemed to start feeling the music. "Yeah it's girls night."

The man raised his beer and winked. "Well have fun tonight, then chiquita." and he walked away.

Why is he leaving! You squeaked internally before grabbing the drinks ready to point out the man to your friends and get the night going.

...

You were feeling loose and happy. The night had taken a turn and the bachata mixes were starting up. Your friends were quick to partner up and get to stepping and swaying. You all moved throughout the floor, twirling before finding yourselves with a new partner and rhythm. It had taken you awhile to get to the point where you'd be okay dancing in public, but it had been in your blood and soon you embraced it. Most people kept it fun and light-hearted which was always nice.

You had found yourself alone for a moment and just as you were about to dance your way back to your seat, you felt a confident pull of your hips which had you leaning against someone's chest and a hand holding yours. They took the lead easily, and you took in how smoothly they stepped before spinning you and pulling your in close.

It took everything in you not to fumble your steps, but maybe the man noticed your bit of surprise and chuckle. "Is it okay if we dance?"

"Yes," you squeaked out.

Miguel grinned as he continued to move you around the floor. "Sorry, if I came across too forward. You just looked so good dancing. I wanted a turn." God, this man needed to stop talking. You were going to freeze up any moment if he kept going on with that voice of his. "I hope I'm a good enough partner for you bebita."

You laughed nervously and shook your head. "Oh more than adequate. I'm sure everyone wishes to switch places with me."

"Hmm, maybe the other way around. We probably look good out here."

"You certainly do." you replied with out thinking. "Oh wait, I-,"

"You flatter me." was all he said though you could tell he didn't necessarily disagree.

Soon enough, you got over your bit of nerves and continued dancing with the man. Though you would normally only dance with someone for a song or two, it quickly became three or four with Miguel. He was probably dancing just as long as you, and you were starting to get a little winded though you wouldn't let him escape again.

"Ah me olvidé, it's girl's night. Let me get you back to your friends, hermosa." the man paused by the wall and let go of your hands.

Not yet! You waved your hands. "I'm sure they're fine...unless you have someone you need to get back to then no worries!" you tripped over your words.

Miguel huffed a laugh and scratched the back of his head. "Eh not really. I came with my brother, but who knows where he is?" you both turned hearing your name called, and you saw your friends waving and whistling you on. Your face flared up. I'm going to kill them! The man could probably tell what was going on and smiled. "Hehe, go have fun tonight bebita and get home safe." he handed you a card before bringing the back of your hand to his lips and placing a kiss. "We'll dance again some other time."

Watching him walk away was only a little painful considering the view, but you silently cheered before going back to your girls to gush over the last hour.

You guessed it did pay to leave the house every now and then.

I actually wanna go dancing now that's crazy! But there's no Miguel for me to run into 😭😭😭😭

Thanks for reading!

border by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[apomaro-mellow]

 Part Two of the Newly Wed Game

A/N: includes some slight homophobia via Mike in the first scene and has a bonus deleted scene at the end!

They managed to catch Mike before he blabbed anything and explained to him that at the time, they had not been a couple. Mike was skeptical.

“Dude, I swear. Eddie and I didn’t start being a thing until like, that night”, Steve said.

“Okay...”, Mike finally relented. He was sitting on Eddie’s couch while the older boys stood in front of him.

“So listen Mike”, Eddie started. “I probably don’t have to say this but it’s really important you keep this a secret.”

“What? Why? If anything, everyone should know. Half of us are wondering when you’re gonna get back with my sister and the other half are rooting for Robin. This is finally going to end the debate.”

“Mike, people can’t know about us”, Steve said.

He still looked confused and Eddie rubbed his face in his hands. “Us. As in two guys.”

“Oh. Oh! But you guys aren’t-I mean you aren’t like-You guys aren’t gay, you can’t be.”

They looked at him like he was an idiot but Mike was right. Gay people weren’t like Steve or Eddie they were...well, Mike never had to describe it but...bad. They were the people on the news, not people in his town. And certainly not people he knew.

“Mike Wheeler. Listen to me when I say this cause I’m only saying this once”, Eddie said. “I’m a queer. Have been, always will be. Steve is a pretty new development but if this is gonna be a problem for you-”

“It’s just-! A lot”, Mike said. “I never thought you....Either of you...” He looked down at his lap, suddenly contemplative. “It could be anyone, right?”

“Yes”, Steve said before smiling at Eddie. “But the people we trust can’t be just anyone.”

Mike rolled his eyes. “We’ve been keeping government secrets for years. I’m not about to blab about your love life.”

“Well apparently you have been!” Steve threw up his arms, still frustrated that people wanted him back with Nancy.

“Your secret’s safe with me”, Mike promised. “But can I ask one thing?”

Eddie was prepared for all sorts of salacious things to come out of Mike’s mouth about their sex lives but of course, the kid had to surprise him again.

“Why Steve?”

--------------------------------

True to his word, Mike kept the secret. He didn’t even act all that different around them, which was also great. What did shock them and the rest of the group was when he and El broke up.

“What are the odds”, Steve brought up one day while detangling Eddie’s hair. “That he tries to be gay because of you?”

“I think you’re overexaggerating Mike’s admiration of me.”

“Eddie, I’m starting to fear one day he’s gonna steal your skin.”

Mike had already been growing his hair out longer and longer. These days he was resembling Eddie more than Nancy or Holly.

“I think Mike might be as straight as they come, Steve.”

“Oh like you’re so good at telling.”

“I-!” Eddie paused. “....was blinded by denial. And you?”

Steve’s hands stopped moving and Eddie tilted his head back to look at him.

“I uh...yeah I didn’t really...think about it, I guess....”

“You didn’t think about it? About me being into dudes or not? And yet you were grinding in my lap in the back of my van?”

“I wasn’t grinding you!”, Steve blushed. Although it was certainly a moot point considering what they’d done since then. “I guess I just thought, I don’t know that even if you weren’t into guys, you’d be into me. 

Eddie turned completely at that, the springs of his mattress squeaking with the movement. “Stevie, baby, sweetheart, darlin’.”

“Oh god.” Steve covered his face with his hands. Right now he was wishing it was as long as Eddie’s so he could hide in it.

“Did you think your hotness was so mighty that it could transcend sexuality~?”

“Dude, I know how it sounds but-!”

“God I gotta tell Rob. Wait ‘til she h-” Eddie stopped and began to sober up. Because he couldn’t tell Robin.

Steve uncovered his face. “Eddie...I gotta tell Robin about us. Is that okay?”

“I was gonna ask you the same thing. Is it okay with you?” From Eddie’s perspective, Steve had more to lose. He was already the town pariah.

“Robin is safe”, Steve said. “Remember when we were drugged up by the Russians? She confided in me that she’s a supporter.”

“Hell of a thing to confess.”

“Yeah, well we talked about stupid shit too.”

“So you’re telling Robin?”, Eddie brought it back to the subject.

Steve nodded. He couldn’t believe he’d gone this long without telling her. And she was sure to give him hell when she found out.

And as it turned out, Hell: Presented by Robin Buckley turned out to be a full blown rant about how Steve just completely bypassed his sexuality crisis and jumped right into dating his soulmate while she was still chronically single. Anytime Steve tried to pipe up for any sort of argument, she jabbed a finger in his face and he shut up right quick.

“I mean, I knew the odds of me kissing a girl before you again were slim to none, but I wasn’t betting on boy. Jesus, I always found a way out of it for plays but you just go and lay one on Eddie like it’s nothing!”

With a final breath, she flopped against Steve and laid her head on his lap, exhausted from speaking non-stop for half an hour. Eddie was sitting next to Steve on the couch in the Harrington home, but was quickly getting jealous of Robin’s position.

“So you guys are serious?”

Steve beamed at Eddie. “Like a concussion.”

“Well, confetti for you two”, Robin said, fluttering her hands between their faces to simulate confetti and to also be annoying.

After that, it was a slow trickle of people finding out. First Steve absolutely had to tell Dustin. “The kid’s like my brother. And we told Mike, the douchiest of the bunch. Dustin will light my ass on fire if I don’t tell him.”

Eddie had to tell Wayne. “He already knows about me and he definitely told me to lock you down somehow.”

“I gotta tell Lucas. He’s a Cubs fan and that makes us blood.”

“Jeff saw me through my crisis and he thinks I might be relapsing into pining for guys outta my league. I gotta let him know there’s nothing to worry about.”

“Erica’s the only one of the Russian task force who doesn’t know. And I think we can trust that girl with anything.”

“Argyle and I were smokin’ and shootin’ the shit and he’s got some hunches about Will and I think maybe we should talk to him?”

Call it trust or call it being so in love you couldn’t help talking about the other person. But eventually everyone of their friends knew.

“Alright”, Mike started as the group cleaned up their D&D things so that they could set the table. “Now that everyone knows, can we talk about how weird it is?”

“How weird what is?”, Lucas asked.

“Steve and Eddie.”

“What’s wrong with Steve and Eddie?”, Dustin and Erica said in unison.

“Not like that! Jesus!”

“There’s kinda no other way to take it, man”, Lucas said.

“Don’t mind him”, Steve said, entering the room. “I’m just not up to his impossibly high standards to be dating Eddie.” He rounded to table to where his boyfriend was sitting at the head and set an open beer next to him.

“Well Steve, you may have been the king, but I am still the master.”

Steve leaned in close and whispered something and it only took the slightest change in Eddie’s expression for the kids to start groaning.

“Steve should be dating someone like...like Chris Hinkman”, Mike said.

Steve stood up straight. “Hinkman? That suck up in your bio class? I don’t date minors.”

Eddie couldn’t help the smile at the fact that Steve knew exactly who they were talking about, despite it being a freshman who he couldn’t have possibly known. He was just that attentive. “No, you’re just into dirty old men.”

While eating dinner, Dustin, ever the shit-stirrer, couldn’t help stirring up shit.

“I’m kinda curious now. Who do you think knows more about Steve? Robin or Eddie?”

There was a jumbled chorus of ‘Robin’s and ‘Eddie’s and the two in question issued challenging looks to each other.

“I’d say we probably contain...different knowledge on Steve”, Eddie said diplomatically.

“Is that your way of saying sex?”, Dustin asked.

“There are children present!”, Robin gestured to Erica.

“Yeah and she’d like to keep her appetite.”

Steve waved his fork at Eddie and Robin. “These two are like my left hand and my right hand. I don’t think I could be without either of them.”

Dustin pouted. “And what am I? Chopped liver?”

“Liver’s pretty appropriate, actually.”

Dustin threw his hands up. “You know what, I’ll take it.”

The dinner continued as usual. But a seed had been planted. One that would take root and grow until the final game to end all games.

Deleted scene A/N: This is during the bedroom scene and is kind of a fluffier more humorous scene before I remembered I wanted it to turn to them telling Robin and being a lil more serious. But I couldn’t get this scene outta my mind so here ya go!

Eddie turned completely at that, the springs of his mattress squeaking with the movement. “Stevie, baby, sweetheart, darlin’.”

“Oh god.” Steve covered his face with his hands. Right now he was wishing it was as long as Eddie’s so he could hide in it.

“Did you think your hotness was so mighty that it could transcend sexuality~?”

“I told you I only flirted with people who are into me. I just....” Steve dropped his hands and smiled at him. “I just knew somehow.”

“Somehow?”, Eddie grinned.

Steve’s embarrassment turned to something else as he smirked.

“Yeah. Like how I know you like listening to music when plotting your nerdy campaigns.” Steve tucked some hair behind Eddie’s ear. “Or how you have a special spot you like being scratched”, he said while doling out attention to that special spot on Eddie’s scalp.

Playing it up, Eddie thumped his foot like a spoiled pet.

“I think I know a few special spots of yours too”, he said before pushing Steve down onto the bed.

Part 4 END

Tag Team

@cassaloopa

@thefreakandthehair 

@bidisastersworld 

@eddiemunsonswife 

@mixsethaddams 

@lightwoodbanethings 

@darkwitchoferie 

@thebig-smoke 

@captain-daryn 

@hagbaby420 

@bribopper 

@mightbeasleep 

@beeing-stuupid 

@kill-me-in-my-dream 

@onionanddeadgaywizards 

@silversnaffles 

@ineffablecolors 

@urmomsbestie31 

@shinekocreator 

@thegingervulcan 

@hotluncheddie 

@spectrum-spectre @archerwithmanybows @henderdads @menamesniall @bornonthesavage @grtwdsmwhr @vi-the-best-you-can   @kardinalkalamity @leather-and-freckles @resident-gay-bitch @goodolefashionedloverboi @snowstar2368 @alienace

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Misunderstandings

Summary: Eddie sees Steve Harrington in his sailor uniform and thinks he's a prostitute. A hilarious misunderstanding ensues but it leads to something great.

Warning: a smidgen of smut, mature talk

18+ MINORS DNI

Steve had been brought out here at Skull Rock to make out, but he ended up on his back again as this young woman rode him hard in his sailor uniform. He hoped this time it would lead to something serious. He craved any form of intimacy, the touch of another person, even if it means sex and nothing else. The Scoops Ahoy uniform was a hit and miss with most of the ladies. Some of them, however, only wanted him for one thing.

The next thing he knew, it was over. She climbed off of him, cleaned herself up, and pulled her pants up. Steve quickly did the same as she muttered a quick goodbye and started leaving. He knew when they came in separate cars that it wouldn't be anything else, but he had to try. Right? He called out her name and she stopped.

"Can I call you?" Steve asked hopefully.

"I have a boyfriend," she said.

He stepped back as if he had been slapped, and he glanced down at his uniform.

"You tore my shirt!" Steve exclaimed, blinking back tears.

Suddenly, money was stuffed under his face. She quickly muttered an apology and rushed off, leaving Steve to feel like a dirty whore. It had been right after Steve had sex that Eddie had wondered into the woods, catching sight of Steve Harrington in a sailor's uniform as a woman threw money at him. Was Steve Harrington a prostitute?

A few nights later, Eddie was dealing behind Starcourt mall. He would never, in a million years, set foot in that place. Well, he was just finishing up when he saw Steve leaning against the wall, smoking, and wearing the same uniform. Eddie couldn't help but find him beautiful with the sliver of moonlight casting over his face. Eddie's heart started pounding, and he felt his palms get sweaty. Should he ask? How much does he charge? Maybe he wouldn't ask for much? Why the fuck was Steve Harrington putting himself out there for money? And why was he doing it at the mall?

Eddie's known for a while now that he also liked guys since he decided to watch Grease for this girl he was seeing. His first and only girlfriend, Lydia. Okay, he liked it. He really liked it. Seeing Olivia Newton John in that outfit certainly made his dick twitch, but John Travola also gave him a reaction. His internal crisis was what ended his relationship without her none the wiser about his sexuality. He climbed out of his van, closing it, and started walking towards him. He smoothed his hair and tugged on his jacket, flipping up his collar. Eddie leaned against the wall next to him.

"You come here often, Harrington?"

"Uh. . .," Steve said, looking down at his uniform. "I just got off?"

Eddie cursed inside his head. Of course.

"Oh, I was just curious if you guys charged for first-timers?" Eddie asked.

"We charge everyone," Steve said. "We don't give it away for free. That would be bad for business."

"How much do you guys charge?" Eddie asked.

"It depends on what you want. Look, Munson, why don't you come back when the parlor is open?" Steve asked.

"The parlor?" Eddie asked with wide eyes. "There's a parlor?"

"Yeah, it's inside the mall," Steve said with a scoff.

"Inside the mall? Isn't that - wouldn't that be illegal? I mean, especially with all those kids there?!" Eddie squeaked.

"Why would it be illegal to sell ice cream inside?" He asked, incredulous as he put his cigarette out. "Munson, how high are you?"

"You sell ice cream? I thought you were - shit, I'm so sorry," Eddie said and began backing away, turning around. "I'm a fucking idiot."

"Hey, wait!" Steve called out, and Eddie froze. "Did you think I was a prostitute?"

"Shit! Okay, you can totally hit me! I deserve it!" Eddie said, turning around and closed his eyes.

He winced when he felt a hand clasp his shoulder. The hand was shaking, and then he heard Steve laugh. Eddie opened his eyes. Steve was leaning on him and laughing. He straightened up, still holding onto Eddie's shoulder.

"The outfit really is ridiculous, isn't it? Man, you're not stupid, but it was the funniest misunderstanding I ever had," Steve said. "It really made my day, man. Wait. . .were you. . .were you trying to have sex with me?"

"I gotta go!" Eddie squeaked and turned to to run.

Steve grabbed his hand and tried to pull him back, but he pulled a little too hard. Eddie stumbled right into him, and Steve steadied him by placing his other hand on Eddie's hip. They were now chest to chest.

"It's okay if that's what's you are into. I would be a hypocrite if I wasn't okay with it," Steve said softly.

"You're into guys too?" Eddie asked.

"Guys and girls," Steve replied.

"You're just full of surprises, aren't you, big boy?" Eddie asked, grinning. "I like both too."

"So, you were trying to have sex with me?" Steve asked, smirking. "You should know that lately, the sex I've had has gone from none to meaningless. People aren't really interested in the real Steve Harrington. Although, I think it's because I haven't quite figured out who that is yet."

"Not everyone has it all figured out, Steve," Eddie said, wrapping his arms around Steve's neck. "Especially people our own age. You know, right before school ended, this kid came rushing at you from the middle school. Man, you dropped everything to do the dorkiest handshake I had ever seen. It was also the realest, cutest thing I had ever seen you do. It wasn't until now that I realized that the affection I was starting to feel was actually the beginnings of a very deep crush."

"You have a crush on me?" Steve asked, blushing and hugging his waist. "I used to watch you when you got on top of the table and make those speeches of yours. I liked it when you called us preppy people out. I think maybe I liked you. I like you."

"When it's with you, it's going to mean something," Eddie said softly.

Robin was riding her bike after closing up. Steve Harrington hadn't worked there long enough to close up yet. She still couldn't believe that she was working with him, the supposed ladies' man. According to her data, he was definitely striking out with them. As she rode her bike, she caught sight of Eddie's van. It was rocking wildly.

"Damn, I didn't take Munson for a slut. Whatever girl he has back there must be wild," Robin muttered in disgust and slight jealously that Eddie got to hook up with a girl. "Maybe Harrington can learn a thing or two from Munson."

It was only a few weeks later on the floor of the bathroom after getting tortured by Russians that Robin found out exactly who was in the van. She was sitting there listening to Steve, who she had been totally wrong about, talk about this person whom he had been wrong about, too. Shit, was he talking about her? Robin couldn't take it and started talking about Mrs. Click's class. She told him about Tammy, about her. He went quiet, and she thought for sure that he would take this wrong until he started talking about how she sounded like a muppet then they were both laughing.

"Wait. . . Did you think I was talking about you?" Steve asked after they stopped laughing.

"You weren't?" Robin asked with wide eyes. "Oops."

"Actually, since you were honest with me, it's only fair that I'm honest with you. It's not a girl at all who I've been seeing. It's a guy, and he's . . .amazing. I mean, he's everything I never thought I would wind up with, and I think that's what I . . .what I love about him. Yeah, I love him, even though it's only been a few weeks," Steve said, looking down and smiling.

Robin threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly.

"Thanks for telling me, dingus," Robin said softly.

"Thanks for telling me," Steve said.

"Wait. . .a few weeks ago. . .was that you in Eddie Munson's van making it rock like that?!"

"Yeah, he was fucking me while he was wearing my Scoops Ahoy hat. It really got him going."

"I didn't ask for any more information! Unthank you! Unthank you!"

Robin wasn't going to let her new best friend go home alone, and she knew he was lying about his parents being home. Her parents picked them both up, and while Steve was distracted by Dustin, she told them to take them to Forest Hills. Steve had fallen asleep, his forehead pressed against the window. Robin told them to park by the sign and started to pull Steve out of the car. She told her parents to wait for her while she walked Steve to Eddie's trailer.

"What are we doing here?" Steve asked.

"I didn't want you to be alone, and you needed to be with him. Now. Do you know the way?" Robin asked.

"Yeah. . .shit! I was supposed to have dinner with him and his uncle after work!" Steve exclaimed.

Robin followed him to his trailer. It wasn't that far away, and she could see Eddie's van. Eddie was pacing in front of his trailer, looking frantic, while his uncle was trying to calm him down. Wayne and Eddie had their backs to them when they approached.

"Eddie?" Steve called out.

Eddie whirled around, his eyes red and puffy. He threw himself into Steve’s arms immediately, sobbing.

"We just heard about Starcourt, and I was ready to head over there when my fucking van crapped out! Of course! Oh God, your face! What the fuck? Is that an injection sight on your neck? Don't tell me that's a mole, I've explored every one of your moles, I'm almost done naming them all, and that's not a mole! Were you drugged?" Eddie sobbed.

"Well, if I didn't know about you before, I certainly do now," Robin said. "He names your moles?"

"Yeah, I actually didn't know about that," Steve said, looking at him fondly. "I love you."

Eddie sighed and wrapped his arms around Steve.

"I love you too. It's okay if you don't want to tell me, sweetheart. I'm just glad you're okay," Eddie said softly.

"Not that anyone cares, but I'm Robin, and that's my new best friend you've got there. Besides the creepy mole thing, I can tell he's in good hands. My parents are waiting for me." Robin said. "See ya!"

"Bye, bye, Birdie!" Eddie waved as he wrapped an arm around Steve’s waist.

"It's Robin!"

"I'm sorry, did you say it is Birdie?"

Robin flipped him off and skipped away. Meanwhile, Steve snuggled his head into Eddie's neck and giggled as they walked into the trailer. Wayne was coming in behind them.

"Hey, Eddie, remember that time you thought I was a prostitute?" Steve asked.

"What was that, son?" Wayne asked. "How on earth did you think he was a prostitute?"

"It was a misunderstanding," Eddie muttered as he took Steve to his bed.

[ghuleh-recs]

It was @fourleggedocto's birthday this weekend!! He is one of my all-time favorite ghoul writers so I threw together a greatest hits rec list for the occasion! I get a lot of Ifrit requests—look no further, y'all. Octo's always got you covered. Wouldn't it be a lovely (belated) bday gift if you left some comments/kudos on some of these?

recs under the cut.

What Happens Between Us (series) - ifrit x phantom (x swiss)

Phantom Dew and Rain are already fucking. Ifrit are they loud Phantom Yeah. Ifrit do u like it Phantom Kinda wish it was me. What the fuck? That was not what he wanted to say! He drops his phone with a squeak and swears once again, this time aimed at his back-stabbing appendages. His phone vibrates in the sheets, the screen lighting up but Phantom refuses to read it. He turns over and hides his face in his hands. His cheeks feel hot to the touch, which only fuels his embarrassment. Ifrit shoulda said smth b4 u left want some help?

Easy To Need - dewdrop x ifrit

“D’you think you could cum just from me pressing ‘em?” Dew slurred, a little drunk on the noises Ifrit was making, the way his tail slapped the bed happily every time Dew pressed into another one. “Don’t know,” Ifrit huffed, and the unsaid part of it hung heavy in the air between them: Let’s try

Ceremony - phantom x everyone

Phantom knows he’s quickly becoming a problem, but he can’t help it. His whole pack is tired of waking up to him humping their leg or pillow, moaning in his sleep, and just generally being a nuisance to their beauty rest. As far as he knows he’s destined to be alone forever, to retire to his own room every night, to get off in his hand or against his pillow or in his pants like a dweeb. To never feel a knot, never know what sex is like up here, never know why Rain is so painfully loud. Or: Phantom's initiation

date night - cumulus x mountain

“What?” Mountain grunts. He runs his hands down her thighs and back up to latch around her back to distract himself while she just keeps giggling, and he knows his own smile is stupidly big, only growing when he joins in with the light laughter. Mountain’s head tips forward with it, sending a grove of wisteria tumbling in front of his face again. He stops laughing suddenly, blushing heavily and bringing his hands up to cover his face. He can feel Cumulus pull out a smaller bloom from the top of his head, and it sings in her hold. He feels the way it’s pulled to her energy, dancing on her wind. He feels like that too.

Suffer in Body (Just Starting to Sin) - aether x ifrit

When Ifrit’s hands flew up to his wrists, he stopped immediately, inspecting his eyes carefully. The fire ghoul’s pupils only blew wider as he forced out, “Keep them on.” He sounded out of breath, which nearly knocked all the air out of Aether’s lungs as well. He adjusted them snuggly back onto his fingers, then reached out and cupped Ifrit’s face. He leaned into the reprieve of the cold metal. “You better not regret this,” he mumbled, before bringing his hand down. Hard.

Angel of Small Death - dewdrop x ifrit

“Dewdrop, give it up. Staring at it isn’t going to make it grow back,” Ifrit groans, walking into the little water ghoul’s room to find him exactly where he left him 2 hours: in front of the mirror, completely naked, shaking fingers hovering over his little dick. It's the only part of this new, weird meat vessel he hasn’t gotten used to, and he's adamant he never will. Ifrit thinks it’s amazing, the best looking dick he’s ever seen, and he needs him to know it. “Can I show you?”

Mountain One Offs - mountain x everyone

Mountain had resigned himself to the outskirts of the pack, hoping that not getting too close would help him keep them safe. But these idiots kept making him fall in love with them and now he just has 7 ghouls to look after (or to look after him) and keep occupied so they don't get themselves in too much trouble.

𖤐 you know the drill--bookmark, read, and leave kudos/comments!

[suzukiblu]

Superboy?

There's like . . . this thing, kind of, that's been happening with the team. Like . . . just lately, kind of. Just a little.

That thing is why Kon's arms are currently full of icy smoke and Suzie is busy kissing him like they don't need to breathe.

Well, she actually doesn't, admittedly? And he's been needing to less and less, it kinda seems. So like . . . yeah.

She rubs her inconstant body against his, and her breasts press into his chest and then flatten and reform into a more masculine shape, and maybe normally Kon would protest the loss of them but it's so obviously just because she wants to get just that little bit closer that he really can't bring himself to complain.

Although she was really thorough when she reformed, so it does mean now her cock is rubbing against him.

That's a new experience, technically. This whole thing that's been happening is a recent development, and Robin's never gotten this close to him due to an unfortunate problem with Bat-heterosexuality that he did not throw out the window quite as eagerly as Kon threw out his Super-heterosexuality, while Bart on the other hand has just never stayed still long enough for him to feel anything too obvious. But Suzie is still kissing him and pressing into him and shaping her body to fit against his just right, and she's still so small and soft in his arms and just so–

"Oh my god, why is that so unspeakably hot," Cassie says feelingly as she stares at them from the doorway. Suzie squeaks in surprise and Kon startles and they fall off the couch together like they're total idiots who can't both fly or something. "No, no, don't stop on my account. Please don't stop on my account."

"Hey, Cass," Kon says as he tips his head back to look up at her, only completely mortified. "Uh . . ."

"Um, sorry," Suzie says sheepishly. "Is this weird? Did I make it weird?"

"Desperately weird," Cassie confirms. "Now please make it weirder."

". . . how is this supposed to get–" weirder? Kon starts to ask, but then Suzie bites her lip and that inconstant form reshapes itself a little more and tendrils of her smoke wrap around his thighs and tug them apart, and then Kon is, well . . . and then Kon is on the floor with a guy about twice his size pressed up between his legs all mist and muscle and Suzie's bright, intent eyes.

And, like . . . also her cock. Very much also her cock. Which is very definitely noticeably bigger, now. Bigger in, well . . . more than one way.

Kon might need a moment here.

"Uh," he says, blinking stupidly at her.

"Is this okay, Kon?" Suzie asks, and her voice is a low, unfamiliar rumble that goes right through him. "Or did I, uh, did I go too weird?"

"Weird, yeah," Kon says, his own voice a little faint. "Way weird. Uh. So just . . . c'mere, maybe, and don't stop being weird."

"Thank you for this gift," Cassie says approvingly, and Suzie giggles, then smiles brightly down at Kon and kisses him again.

He's gonna need more than a moment, he thinks.

[wishitweresummer]

Fall Off The Bone

Day 5 - Worst Spot

Word count: 1632

This is the part two to the first day!! I normally headcannon George’s underarms as his worst spot, but today we are exploring something different. Loving this week. 💜

Warning: Mouth tickles.

George’s skin still crawled with ghost tickles an entire day later. He hadn’t been tickled in so long and the feeling had been so startling.

But tonight, he would get his revenge. His big plan was to attack them separately, starting with Dream. George was well aware that Dream was stronger than him, so the plan was to strike while he was asleep. If he could just get him incapacitated before he woke up, George could do whatever he wanted.

~•~

Buying the handcuffs had been a little embarrassing, but he managed to get in and out of the store without being recognized. He hoped, at least.

George was careful to not jingle them as he creeped into Dream’s room. The younger was under the blankets and not moving. George was sure he was asleep, not having heard from him in hours.

He snuck closer and climbed up on the bed slowly. He moved the blanket down a little and grinned as he found one of Dream’s hands right away. He got the open metal cuff in position against Dream’s wrist.

The proud grin was quickly wiped from his face as Dream jerked awake, almost throwing George.

“What? Huh?”, Dream mumbled in confusion before pulling his hand away and snatching the handcuffs.

“Night!”, George squeaked out before going to jump off the bed. Before he could get away, Dream snatched him back and spun him around. In a flash, he was pinned under Dream’s larger body

“What are you up to?”, Dream asked slowly, voice hoarse with sleep.

“Nothing. Just saying good night.”.

“You came to wish me good night?”.

“Yeah.”.

“With these?”, Dream asked, holding up the handcuffs. George’s cheeks flushed with a dark blush.

“I don’t know...”, he murmured. The scene drew imagery of something much stranger than what he had actually been planning. “I was just going to tickle you.”, he admitted softly. A part of him felt like a creep. Luckily, Dream started to smile.

“Oh? You wanted revenge?”, he coo’ed in a baby voice. George’s flustered state only got worse.

“Shut up…”.

“Did me and Sapnap not tickle you enough? Huh?”, Dream kept on with the voice before leaning back and yelling, “Sapnap! Come here!!”.

“No!”, George gasped and tugged at the hold.

Dream smirked meanly as he arranged George easily. His wrists were pressed on either side of his head and Dream straddled his waist, immobilizing his lower half.

“We’re in my room!”, Dream shouted as he heard movement outside the room.

“Please stop!”, George whisper-shouted. Dream only laughed.

“You were going to handcuff me in my sleep!”.

“What?!”, Sapnap exclaimed and started laughing as soon as he entered the room.”Gogy! What were you doing!”. He flicked on the light to reveal the other two’s positions.

“Nothing! Go away!”, George kicked up in a panic underneath Dream. “Let me go!!”.

“No way! You little sneak.”, Dream shook his head and dropped one of his hands down to tickle into George’s stomach. The boy squealed and threw his head back against the blankets. Oh, he was fucked. Sapnap came closer and leaned over the bed to get a better look at the situation.

“Please, no!”, he burst out laughing and desperately shoved at Dream’s hand with his newly freed one. He twisted and squirmed as Dream easily ignored him and continued to tickle his stomach. “Sapnap! Help!”, he whined, feeling desperate.

“This little idiot was going to handcuff me while I was sleeping and try to tickle me! Can you believe that?!”.

“Georgie.”, Sapnap said, scandalized.

“I’m sorry!! Okay, I’m sorry!!”, he cried out before squealing against his will, Dream’s hand having creeped down to his hips. “Don’t tickle me!”. His laughter was frantic, sensing his doom.

“What! C’mon.”, Dream rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“Yeah, you kind of have it coming George.”.

~•~

Maybe George could count himself lucky they didn’t use his own handcuffs against him. But, the position he found himself in didn’t feel lucky at all.

Dream and Sapnap had worked out the day before that his worst spot was likely his ribcage, and they were right. So horribly right. They seemed to want to focus there.

George closed his eyes and thought back to a month earlier. Back to the last time the three of them had shared Dream’s bed. It had been his first day in the house and they had spent hours cuddled together talking about their futures. Dream’s bed was the only one big enough to hold all of them. He remembers laughing until his stomach hurt at one of the other two being an idiot. They had all been so delirious with glee at George’s arrival. He was so excited for his future filled with laughter and his friends and never being alone again.

When he had thought about his future being filled with laughter, he hadn’t thought about it like this.

“No! Please!!”, he begged through a flurry of panicked giggles. He was stretched out and more vulnerable than ever.

“It’s your ribs right? They’re the worst?”, Sapnap grinned at him. He got closer to George’s face, making him squeak.

“No! I hate you!”, he tried to buck, but Dream laid his much larger leg over his two.

Both of his arms were stretched above his head and held up by both Dream and Sapnap. They were laying on either side of him, keeping him down. The worst part was the pillow under his back. His upper body was curved up and terribly exposed for any tickling to come.

“I think they are!”, Dream sang, walking his fingers across George’s ribcage. He was stretched taut so the fingers teased right between the bones, making him whine and gasp.

“Dream!”, he cried. The boy smirked and turned his hand into a claw, jabbing his fingertips carefully between the ticklish ribs. George squealed loudly. He gasped for air, but could only let out a weak cry before bursting into laughter when Sapnap’s hand joined in on the tickles on the other side. He was beyond helpless to the feeling. It was precise and startling, the electric ticklish jolts shooting straight through him.

His chest heaved with the force of his breath and he tilted his head back, wailing with laughter.

“Aww…”, Sapnap cooed adoringly. There was something about the position he was in that made it hard for him to wheeze and gasp. The laughter just barreled out of him uninterrupted. “He’s so ticklish!”.

“He loves it!”, Dream laughed.

As much as George wanted to protest, he was unable to form any words. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. He felt his face get redder at his predicament.

The hands lifted away and he let out a small pathetic squeak. He gasped through his unstoppable giggles and squirmed roughly, but there was no going anywhere.

“Please…no more…”, he managed to get out. He was in despair at his situation, but he sounded giddy.

“We barely even tickled you.”, Sapnap laughed and tapped his fingers across George’s protruding ribs like a spider. He burst into high pitched laughter. The touch was teasy, but still unbearable.

“Let me go!”, he whined.

“You really brought this on yourself, George.”, Dream grinned. Then, he leaned down and nudged his chin against the sensitive ribs carefully. George squealed and kicked his legs up hard enough to move the ones trapping them to the bed.

“Quit!”, he cried. Dream laughed and started to tug his shirt up. “No! Guys, please!”.

Sapnap giggled as he helped Dream get George’s shirt pulled all the way up. The boy whined as the slightly colder air touched his upper body.

“I’ll do anything.”, he tried.

“So desperate.”, Sapnap smiled.

“Pathetic.”, Dream teased. “Anyway, I’m hungry.”.

“Yeah! I could go for a little midnight snack.”.

“Some juicy delicious ribs?”.

“Yes! Succulent ribs. Fall off the bone ribs.”, Sapnap giggled through his words.

“With extra tickle sauce.”, Dream pointed at him, excited to continue the bit.

“I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I ha-“, George was cut off when the two brought their teeth down against his ticklish ribcage. A scream tore out of his throat before he could even process what was happening. The nibbles were soft and careful, trailing his rib bones. Surely, George would explode. No matter how much he squirmed and kicked and twisted, he was kept stretched out for his tickles. The laughter that poured from his lips was desperate and helpless. The position was so devastating for the spot they wanted to torture. He had never felt anything so intense before. He screamed in protest, unable to find any words.

The two stopped when they realized how much George was losing his mind. They laughed as he gasped through a string of giggles that seemed to never stop.

“You’re such an idiot…”, Dream murmured fondly as George curled up in defense once he was released.

“Can’t believe he was going to handcuff you in your sleep!”, Sapnap sat up and stretched. “That’s a crime Gogy. Basically.”.

“Shut up…”, he whined and covered his face with one of his hands. He was a little shaky, barely recovering from his giggle attack.

“Oh, you’re fine.”, Sapnap smiled and shook his head in amusement.

~•~

In no time, George had fallen asleep cuddled between the warmth of his best friends. The excitement of the night crashed against him hard, dragging him down into a deep sleep. His skin tingled with every touch from the other two; still on high alert. But, it only brought sleepy smiles and sweet little giggles.

He was too cute to be mad at, really. He was completely tickled out; limp in Dream and Sapnap’s arms. It wasn’t long before they joined him in dreamland.

[pure-garbage]

Philosophical Mosshead? Eloquent Inner Thoughts Of The Swordsman

Punk Hazard presented one bizarre anomaly after another to the straw hats in what felt like a never-ending freakshow parade that defied everything Zoro knew about nature. He wasn't fazed by it, just curious. He accepted that there was a strong possibility that the island's multitudinous eccentricities would never be explained to him, and he was at peace with it.

Even so, nothing, not the bifurcated weather, not the human-animal hybrids, not the talking autonomous legs, none of it prepared him for the shock of seeing his crewmates personalities randomized among their bodies. His friends had been swapped around in a way that was mind-boggling.

'This circus is almost hilarious. Such an existentially challenging display of the superficialities of physical form,' Zoro mused privately as he watched his crew interact.

Zoro kept his thoughts to himself. He had two priorities. The first was keeping his bearings and not letting the situation rattle him.

The second was finding Lana. His eyes swept the cavern, taking in the befuddled straw hats, captive centaurs and gigantic children. The scene was incredibly chaotic in a quiet, dazed way. Even so, he felt like he should have spotted her by now.

"Think we should tell him?"

Zoro's haki caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up. Despite the fact that Nami hadn't said his name, he knew she was talking about him. Her intent invoked his presence and drew his attention preternaturally.

"I don't know. I doubt he would take it well. And she can take care of herself, right?" Franky replied, voice low. Not low enough. Zoro bore down on the two, hands firmly on his hips, eyebrows knit with concern and suspicion, lips pressed together in a hard, humorless line. His crewmates unconcealed intents betrayed the identity of the 'she' they mentioned.

"Where's Lana?" he demanded, drawing their attention for the first time. Franky squeaked, jumped and gulped, shrinking back a little from the imposing presence the swordsman was projecting. Nami, by contrast, crossed her arms obstinately over her chest, squared her stance, threw her shoulders back and met his gaze with no sign of intimidation. A second later, she cast her gaze down, eyes tripling in size as she realized the effect the change in posture had on her breasts.

"Wow, Nami! They're so full from this angle in this pose!" she exclaimed, expression enamored.

"Idiot!" Franky scowled. He raised his hand, but then seemed to think better of it and held back. "Stop looking! If that wasn't my body, I would have knocked you clean out by now!"

The strange behavior reminded Zoro that he couldn't take his crew at face value at the current moment. Sanji was in Nami's body and Nami in Franky's. He made a mental note. He wouldn't confuse the two again.

"Hey! Both of you cut it out!" he scolded the pair. He needed them to focus. "I know you were talking about Lana! What is it you're not going to tell me? What won't I take well?"

Nami and Sanji shared a look, then Sanji shrugged with Nami's delicate shoulders.

"He's wise to the fact that something's wrong," he sighed. "Might as well tell him what we know."

"For all the good it'll do," Nami sighed. "Not like we know much anyway."

"Nami! Spit it out!" Zoro barked.

"Cool the aggression, moss-head," Sanji scowled. "No one's happy with what's going on, don't take it out on Nami-swan."

"If someone doesn't tell me where Lana is," Zoro seethed, patience quickly wearing thin.

"We don't know," Nami cut him off. "That's all. She's... been missing since we all woke up after being gassed. She wasn't with the rest of us in the cell and we didn't see her while we were escaping the lab."

"The last time anyone saw her was on the ship," Sanji informed him.

Dread curled in Zoro's gut, but he clamped down on it with every shred of discipline and logic at his disposal.

'She's fine. She can take care of herself. Wherever she is, whatever happened, she'll be alright.'

Even so...

"Missing... you should have said something sooner," he grumbled. He reached inside his robe, down into the left pocket of his pants, rustling through its contents until he came up with a scrap of folded purple paper. He breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

'Not singed. She's fine. Still... just because she's not dying doesn't mean she's not in trouble. She should have been with the others when they were captured... why wasn't she with them when they all woke up?'

"Luffy!"

Zoro left Sanji and Nami to find his captain cavorting with the gigantic children like he was one of them.

"No one's seen Lana since we left the ship," Zoro informed him. "I'm going to look for her, that alright?"

"Don't see why not," Luffy shrugged. "Want me to come with you?"

"No, that's fine," Zoro shook his head. "You've got enough to deal with here."

"If you say so! Hey, Mocha peeked!"

"I did not!" the enormous child squealed.

Zoro walked away from his captain, leaving him to whatever game he was occupying the children with. He held the vivre card on his flat palm, watching as it slowly, surely tugged toward his thumb. He set off at once in the direction it indicated, but only made it a few paces before he came face-to-face with a wall. Unconcerned and determined to carry on in a straight line, he drew Shusui. The hum of tempered black steel caught Usopp's attention, who shrieked and rushed over to restrain his friend, frantically grappling with Zoro's wrist.

"Zooorooo! Whaaat do you think you're doing?!" Usopp howled, pulling Zoro's arm back with his entire body. Zoro submitted to his pulling, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I don't see any doors, so I'm going straight through," he explained, tone implying this should have been obvious.

"Are you crazy?! We know the marines are on the island, and Nami made it sound like Luffy's warlord buddy Trafalgar isn't acting as friendly as Luffy expects him to!" Usopp scolded fiercely. "How about moving through this place with at least a little attempt at subtlety?!"

"I don't need subtlety," Zoro growled. "I'm going to find Lana and I'll slice up anything or anyone who gets in my way!"

"Can't you at least put some distance between yourself and our little hideout before you start wrecking things?!" Usopp moaned desolately.

"Get off my arm, Usopp! You're slowing me down!" Zoro scowled, shaking his arm lightly in an attempt to dislodge his friend. Usopp just shook his head and held on more stubbornly as the waving motion of Zoro's arm pulled him off his feet.

Robin approached with a smile that was equal parts amusement at her friends' antics and a kind offer to help in any way possible.

"Why don't you let me accompany you, swordsman?" she proposed. "I can help you find the doors so you don't have to slice through any walls."

"Thanks, but no thanks. I'll move faster on my own," Zoro grumbled. He raised and lowered his arm violently with Usopp still clinging to him, yelping through clenched teeth.

"And if you mistakenly slice Lana in half by cutting down a wall while she's on the other side?" Robin mused morbidly.

"Yeah, Robin, that's it! Psyche him out with the power of your secret inner darkness," Usopp cheered. Zoro finally managed to shake him off and he fell to the ground in a dazed heap. "So dizzy..."

"In addition to helping you locate the doors, I can help keep a lookout as well," Robin informed Zoro. As if to prove her point, she materialized a dazzlingly bright blue eye on the wall at eye level with the swordsman. "I may even be able to locate Lana in advance."

"I'll know when she's close," Zoro retorted. His observation haki was still rough, but he imagined he was familiar enough with Lana's presence that he would be able to feel her when he drew near to her. He sheathed Shusui. "But... I guess a few extra sets of eyes couldn't hurt."

"You two have fun," Usopp called after them, recovering and hauling himself back to his feet. "Robin, try to make him be subtle! And don't let him get lost!"

"I'll see what I can do," she promised in parting.

_________________________________________

<== Previous Chapter

Next Chapter ==>

== First Chapter ==

[shieldofiron]

So like what about Eddie giving Jason the first hug he's gotten in a really long time. I know he and Chrissy probably hugged, but they might have grown distant, yk

OHHHHh TOUCH STARVED JASON MY BOYYYYY Obviously, because I'm basically writing JASON'S FIRST HUG: THE FANFIC. But yes, it's time. TW for some negative self language (Worthless, stupid, etc.)

It's all anyone in school can talk about. Chrissy Cunningham, the queen of Hawkins High actually threw over Jason Carver for his best friend Patrick McKinney. The entire school was in an uproar, Eddie swore he could hear one of the other cheerleaders at the edge of hysteria in the back of class because, "Who wouldn't want Jason Carver?"

Who indeed.

Eddie decided today to be generous with himself and agree with her. Carver was, quite unfortunately, exactly Eddie's type. Or Eddie's type had formed around him. At this point Eddie wasn't really sure if it was the chicken or the egg.

He was squirreled away under the stairwell to take his daily nap through gym class, letting himself drift away into a completely impossible fantasy of Carver walking up to him and telling him that actually, they'd broken up because Jason was in love with Eddie, oh, and his dad was a record executive who was wildly supportive of his gay son.

Yeah right, but this was gym napping time, so he was allowed to be absolutely wild with his fantasies.

The stairwell door slammed open, startling out of a new embellishment he was trying where Jason had also brought him a gibson custom flying v.

"We didn't mean for it to happen, Jay, honestly," Patrick McKinney said softly, "She was just helping me with some stuff at home, and she's been having those nightmares, you know, and we started hanging out and-"

"I'm your best friend. If you had shit happening at home, you could've come to me," Jason Carver said, not softly at all. His voice reverberated off of every flat surface, rattling Eddie under the stairs. Eddie shrank into the corner, hoping they wouldn't try to go under there for some privacy.

"It just... I never meant to hurt you." One of them was pacing or shuffling their feet, sneakers squeaking.

"Just go." Carver said coldly.

"Jay, I'm sorry."

"GO!" Carver roared. After a moment, Eddie could hear someone's sneakers again, and then the door squeaked again. He guessed Patrick might have left, because all he could hear was Jason Carver muttering to himself.

Eddie just stared at the back of the stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible as Jason Carver started to very quietly but unmistakably sob.

Eddie cringed to himself. This was kind of fucked up and none of his business but...

"Stupid, you stupid idiot, you fucking..." Carver sniffed, whispering. "Worthless, so worthless, I'm so worthless."

Eddie pressed his lips together.

Carver sobbed, the words starting to bleed together until it was more sound than meaning, just a mess of hate. And Eddie couldn't take it anymore. He was only whispering, but it felt so loud.

He shuffled out of his spot and rounded the stairs cautiously, because there was about a 50/50 shot this ended with Eddie having to make a run for it.

Carver was leaning into the wall, hands gripping the handrail with white knuckles. He hardly reacted to Eddie at all, only closed his eyes and pressed his still speaking mouth against the arm of his jacket, curling into a small ball.

It was a pretty awkward one, with Jason on the stairs and Eddie leaning into him. But Eddie knew he was a good hugger. After a frozen moment, a hand wound it's way to Eddie's back, and the words broke down into smaller and smaller pieces, until Carver was just breathing, his head buried in Eddie's shoulder.

Eddie just held on until Jason pulled back on his own power, wariness painted on his face. Eddie was a lot more familiar with this Jason, though his eyes were still red and he was wiping snot off on his hand.

"What'd you do that for, freak?" Carver whispered.

Eddie frowned, "What?"

Carver just looked up at him, eyes wide with betrayal and something else. His face was red and splotchy, it made his eyes seem blue-r, brighter.

"I'm not a kid anymore," Carver looked down, clenching his hands into fists.

Eddie didn't quite follow, so the answer was automatic. "You know people can hug even if they aren't kids right?"

Carver's hands clenched tighter.

"You tell anyone about this," Carver stood suddenly, pushing Eddie so that he tripped down the last stair, "You're dead.

Without waiting for an answer, he pushed past Eddie and through the door, letting it slam behind him.

Eddie sat back on the stairs where Carver had collapsed.

Eddie didn't tell anyone.

[justabtsblog]

Hi i love you've story I just follow in here i have request can you do namjoon having high fever really really high namjoon threw up multiple times namjoon head was really really dizzy namjoon can't stand up and walk properly and namjoon having no appetite to eat bts members take care of him and keep eyes on him

Lots of people have been requesting Namjoon with a fever so I combined your request with another I hope that's okay, I tired to combine all the elemnts from each request. This can be read as Namjin or platonic.

For  Balqisbeauty on Wattpad and bluepeacelove on Tumblr, thank you for requesting. I'm sorry I'm soooooo slow.

under the cut due to length (1376 words)

NAMJOON'S PERSPECTIVE

My head has been foggy all day, I'm even more clumsy than usual and when I snuck away to take my temperature it was 39 degrees (102.2 fahrenheit). I know that's not good but I don't feel that bad so why worry everyone. I can't disappoint ARMY, I have to do the show tonight.

As we rehearse I keep treading on Jin's foot. "Ow! That hurt. That's the third time today Joon, are you alright?"

"What oh, yeah I was just distracted." I change the subject, "Is your foot okay?"

"Yeah, just be careful we don't want anyone getting hurt tonight, including you."

I nod, feeling a bit guilty. I should just go on and tell him but, what if they make me sit out of the show? I can't do that. I notice my vision getting slightly blurry and panic for a moment but the thought of seeing ARMY and impressing them lets me calm down and gives me the will to continue on.

When we get out on stage the fans scream and the sound assaults my ears leaving them ringing but slowly, I get used to it, the ringing gets louder and blocks out the screams. The first few songs go alright but I find myself struggling to keep up with the choreography. Despite being okay during rehearsal, I'm not able to match the frantic energy of a concert.

I just have to hold on until we have an outfit change so I can get some water and maybe some medication. But I don't think I'm going to make it that long.

Black dots obscure my vision, warping the image like snow on an old television or a crack on a computer screen slowly spreading until the entire screen is black and fuzzy. I stand helpless and dizzy as the once small dots consume everything. I'm sure I look like an idiot. I feel hot with embarrassment and then I hear a thump and then . . . nothing.

JIN'S PERSPECTIVE

The energy on the stage is everything we all look forward to. Wild and crazy, a long awaited get together between us and ARMY. Namjoon looks a little dazed at first but greets the audience with enthusiasm. 

—

I almost don't remember I have a mic on and I struggle not to cry out in pain when Namjoon's boot clad foot stamps down hard on my own.

I shoot him a look, he doesn't seem to notice. He doesn't look like he's noticing much of anything. He's at least three steps behind in the choreography. What's going on? He looks around with an almost desperate look on his face, blinking intensely.

He begins to sway on his feet, crap! I break the formation and reach out to him, we both fall to the floor as he faints.

Jimin who was next to me looks over and lets out a confused squeak only amplified by his mic. Screaming erupts through the arena, this time in fear not excitement.

Luckily we've all been trained on what to do in this scenario. "Medic!" I shout and then more quietly to Hoseok, "Tell them he's just fainted."

He nods and uses his notoriously loud voice to reach over the screams and inform the crowd.

The medical staff appear and we all follow them backstage.

"He has an extremely high fever. Were any of you aware of this?"

"He was a bit out of it at rehearsal but other than that no, he didn't say anything." I say, feeling honestly a little mad. Mad at Namjoon for hiding this and not looking after his health, mad at myself for not noticing sooner.

"Okay, he'll need rest and fluids right away."

I nod and we step back letting the medics do their work. The medics have to stop a few times to allow Namjoon to throw up. I wince each time. Namjoon does drink some water but then falls asleep. At least he's getting some rest. He doesn't wake the entire time we're bringing him back to the hotel, letting me and one of the staff support his weight.

—

When he wakes up I instruct everyone not to crowd around him. I have to hold back my own frustration at his stubborn self-endangering behaviour.

He blinks his eyes open. I can't resist hugging him tightly.

"Jin?"

"Yes Joon-ah. You gave us and ARMY quite a scare."

I can see his eyes beginning to sparkle with tears, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

He sits up and wraps his arms around me, returning the hug.

"Is there anything I can get you? Some water, food?"

"No, I'm not feeling very hungry." He gives a small smile.

"Of course not." We stay hugging for a while.

—

I open my eyes to a morning sky out the window of the hotel, we must've fallen asleep together. A warm body shifts under me, Namjoon. 

"Oh sorry."

"It's okay." he says softly, voice almost nonexistent.

"Oh crap Joon, your voice. Is your throat okay?"

He nods then clears his throat heavily, "but my head feels funny."

I put my hand to his forehead worriedly luckily it isn't nearly as warm as before.

"Your temperature is down but you're probably going to be feeling pretty bad."

He just nods again. I can hear footsteps outside, it must be the others. Finally our surroundings register with me. We're in Joonie's room. Memories come back in flashes of the staff helping both of our sleepy forms into the hotel room for the night.

"Can we come in?" Hoseok asks softly.

"Yeah, could one of you also bring some tea for Joon, his voice is gone?"

"Oh, of course, Yoons will go." At his words I hear someone shuffle off, most likely the aforementioned man.

Namjoon starts to stand, probably to get the door, but he falls back on the bed clumsily. He looks embarrassed and I offer my arm. We walk slowly to the door and open it. 

The remaining members stand in the hall, all holding different things. Tissues, blankets, an extra bin. I cringe remembering Namjoon's horrible experience last night. He threw up five times. Hoseok had to leave the room. Namjoon blushes at the attention.

We all sit with our leader, who leans his head on my shoulder seemingly only moments from falling asleep again.

When Yoongi returns with the tea, I help Namjoon sit up.

"Thank you so much, hyungs, maknaes."

"Of course, how do you feel, hyung?" Jimin asks, taking the cup from Joon's slightly shaking hand.

"Woozy, I just want to lay down."

"Yes, you need rest. Do you think you could stand to eat something, Joonie?" I ask

He shakes his head vigorously paling a little at the mention of food.

"Understandable."

We both laugh a little. I hesitate. I don't want to scold him but we need to make sure this never happens again.

Hoseok must have read my mind. "Namjoon. Why didn't you tell us you weren't feeling well?"

"Oh. Uh . . . I-I" He looks down, avoiding our eyes or maybe to hide the tears forming in his own, "I didn't want to disappoint the fans. I'm the leader, afterall."

We all have the same thoughts and it's a mess of hands patting his back and shoulder and head, consoling him.

"Joon," Yoongi looks our leader in the eyes, "You're the youngest hyung, our baby, as much as Kook, Tae or Minnie, it's our job to look after you."

"You're never a bother, your health is more important than any show." Hoseok adds

"Yes, please next time tell us, you gave us and ARMY a big scare, poor Hoseok almost had a heart attack when you started puking."

"Ah, please don't mention that." Hoseok looks embarrassed and vaguely disgusted at the same time, he steps behind Yoongi. "Sorry, Joon. I know it isn't your fault, I just can't."

Namjoon nods, still a little teary.

"The medical staff said that if you'd said something earlier you may have even been able to take medication and be on stage with us at least. They think you should be able to do the next show or at least the one after that, besides, ARMY is happy to have you there, whether or not you perform. Next time don't push yourself so much, okay, hmm?"

"Okay."

We all nod, forming a large mass of bodies in a seven person group hug. We'll definitely be spying more attention from now on.

(A/N: I'm bad at endings, sorry.)

[mjbunnyluv]

Picking the Sweetest Strawberry

Katsuki didn’t know how he got roped into this weekend trip. Well, he did. As the only one of his friends who had a car, he was named designated driver. 

So, instead of spending the summer day in the comfort of his air conditioned apartment, Katsuki was standing in the middle of a farm staring down rows and rows of bright red strawberries. The air was sweet with their ripe scent, the sun hot on the back of his neck despite the short-sleeve button down he threw over his tank top. 

Raccoon Eyes and Round Face were already skipping down one of the rows, little white baskets swinging in their hands. Eyebags followed Pikachu like a sleepy puppy, dutifully hanging onto their basket as the electric blonde snacked on juicy berries. Katsuki rolled his eyes. He doubted those idiots would even fill a basket by the time they were overheated and ready to get out of the sun.

“Ready?” Momo asked, coming to stand beside him.

“I guess,” Katsuki sighed and took the basket she held out to him.

“Oh come on,” she smirked. “I think you actually like the idea of picking strawberries straight from the source. How many recipes do you have rolling around that brain of yours?”

The blonde clicked his tongue and turned away from her. At least he could blame the sun on the blush that reddened the tips of his ears. How was it that Ponytail coil always read him like a book? Sure, visiting a farm to pick his own strawberries wasn’t his ideal Saturday afternoon, but he couldn’t deny that he’d already thought about Strawberry Shortcake with homemade whipped cream, Strawberry Mochi, Strawberry Compote for tomorrow morning’s crepes. 

“We should get started before Denki eats them all,” Momo giggled.

Katsuki’s passive expression twisted into a scowl. With the basket hanging from his wrist, he cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted toward Hitoshi & Denki. “Dunce Face if you puke in my car I’ll make you lick it up before making you walk the rest of the way home!”

Gold eyes widened as Denki’s hand paused halfway to his mouth. The strawberry never made it to his mouth, instead dropping into the basket Hitoshi held out. 

“That’s what I fucking thought,” Katsuki grumbled under his breath and picked a row to start down. He crouched and inspected a promising looking plant. Picking a ruby red fruit from the leaf, Katsuki was about to drop it in his basket when he noticed little bites littering the backside of the fruit. With a sigh, he tossed it away. Some little critter had gotten to it first. 

After a half hour of inspecting and picking berries, Katsuki was drenched in sweat and getting annoyed with Mina’s whining. She was the one who suggested this little adventure, so why the fuck was she complaining about the heat. It was the middle of June and there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. Not even a breeze to mention, either. 

A rustle from the strawberry plant he was reaching for made him pause. Maybe he found the culprit who’d been snacking on all the berries in the field. Carefully, Katsuki lifted a wide leaf and was met with two massive emerald eyes staring up at him. Giant round ears nestled on either side of unruly green curls and a nude tail twitched in alarm. The little mouse squeaked before scurrying away. 

“Hey, Katsuki!” Ochako shouted, running toward him. 

The blonde caught sight of the little mouse stopping in his friend’s path, ears flattened to his head. 

“Round Face, stop!” Katsuki snapped. The brunette yelped and paused mid-step, foot hovering just above the tiny creature. He hurried over and scooped up the little mouse who trembled in his hands and held onto Katsuki’s fingers for dear life.

“A mouse?” Ochako gasped, leaning in to get a better look. “He’s so cute! Oh my gosh, I almost stepped on him! Sorry, little guy!”

Slowly, those giant ears rose again, emerald eyes tearfully taking in the two humans looking down on him curiously. He squeaked a few times, leaning forward to look over the edge of Katsuki’s hands before scurrying back.

“I’ve got you,” the blonde cooed. “Not gonna let you fall.” Big, teary eyes blinked up at him, nose twitching slightly. Katsuki felt his heart flip. The mouse really was cute. “You been eating all the strawberries, buddy?”

The little creature perked up at the mention of the sweet fruit and he started squeaking excitedly, pointing toward the field of plants. Katsuki couldn’t help the amused snort and he registered Ochako giggling at the little mouse’s reaction, too. 

“Here, I’ll put you down.” He crouched and lowered his hand slowly, opening his fingers so the tiny critter could walk down them like a ramp. “There you go.”

Once the mouse was back on the ground, he scurried away. Strawberry leaves shook as he run under them and Katsuki tracked the movement until it stopped. 

“Phew, that was close!” Ochako exhaled. “Anyway, I was coming over here to tell you Mina and I are going into the farmstand. They sell fresh squeezed strawberry lemonade.”

Katsuki wiped the sweat from his face with the end of his button down. He eyed his basket, overflowing with strawberries. “Damn that sounds amazing right now.”

The brunette grinned and hooked her arm in his, practically dragging him along. “Let’s go!”

“Fuck, don’t touch me! I’m already sweaty enough. I don’t need yours, too,” Katsuki grumbled and pulled his arm away, choosing to walk beside her instead. Scarlet eyes shifted toward the last place he’d seen the little mouse. No movement. The poor thing was probably traumatized by the encounter. Katsuki hoped he would be okay.

-

-

While the strawberries were soaking in vinegar, Katsuki got to making pastry. He’d always felt that he was better at cooking than baking, but after a few afternoons spent at Sato’s bakery, the blonde had improved greatly. Baking was about exact measurements rather than cooking, where Katsuki could experiment by throwing random things together and get a delicious outcome.

Sheets of dough and butter were folded, stretched, and folded again before going into the fridge to chill.

Katsuki dumped the bowl of vinegar and thoroughly rinsed the fruits. Laid out on a towel to dry off, he rolled his shoulders and stretched. The trip to the farm wasn’t awful. He’d expected more whining and maybe a headache, but it had actually been pretty fun. He especially liked meeting the little mouse in the strawberry fields. 

A chill crawled up Katsuki’s spine and he whipped around. He’d had the distinct feeling of being watched in his own home. But as his scarlet eyes frantically searched the space, he saw no one. Holding his breath for a moment longer, the blonde tried to listen for anything odd. When nothing showed itself, he let out the breath he was holding in a long exhale.

The rest of the time spent in the kitchen, Katsuki kept looking over his shoulder. With the way the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, he swore he was being watched. But there was no evidence of anyone besides him in the apartment. 

The blonde slapped the chilled dough on the counter and rolled it out before cutting squares from it. The oven beeped to let him know it was pre-heated and with each shell filled with cream cheese mixture, Katsuki slipped the tray onto one of the racks. Then, he got to work cutting up his fresh picked strawberries and stirring a sugar syrup on the stovetop. His shoulders and back ached from a busy day, but he knew the sweet treats would be worth it in the end. 

The pastries were left to cool for ten minutes. And during that time, Katsuki dipped his set aside berries in the sugary syrup to coat them. Then he topped his desserts with the glistening fruit to create a mouth watering display of deliciousness. It was hard to resist, so he didn’t. 

Katsuki took a bite out of one of the pastries and let out an obscene moan. “Fuuuuuck that’s good.” A wooden spoon clattered against the counter, making him jump. He coughed as he narrowly avoided choking on half chewed pastry and strawberries. 

The spoon was placed back in the utensil canister, but Katsuki also pulled the container away from the wall. Nothing.

The blonde shrugged and finished off his pastry, leaving the others on a decorative plate. It had been a long day. Time to get ready to head to bed.

It was just as Katsuki was settling against the mattress when he heard a clatter from the kitchen. 

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” he growled, whipping off the sheets and stomping across the apartment. “I swear to fuck, whoever is hiding, I’ll fucking kill you!” 

A squeak and a clatter.

Katsuki flipped on the light and froze. As did the little mouse with big emerald eyes filled to the brim with tears. Crumbs littered the counter at the edge of the plate where the little creature must have been eating his fill of the delicious pastries. 

“How the hell…” 

The little mouse crossed his hands over his soft belly and looked up at Katsuki with the tearful eyes that made his heart melt. Somehow the tiny cutie pie had made it home with him.

“K-Kacchan!” the mouse squeaked.

Katsuki stood there staring, breath caught in his throat before shouting, “You can talk?!”

Green curls bobbed as the mouse nodded rapidly. “Yummy,” he chittered, rubbing his tummy with one hand and pointing at the plate of desserts with the other.

Scarlet eyes shifted to the plate and the blonde nearly choked. Half the plate was cleared! “Fucking hell! How many did you eat?!”

The little mouse’s floppy ears flattened against his head as he worried his tail between his tiny hands. “Yummy,” he squeaked again. “Kacchan make yummy snack.”

The human cocked his head and pointed to himself, “I’m Kacchan?”

The mouse nodded. “You Kacchan. Me Deku.”

Katsuki sighed and approached the counter. Deku scurried back. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” His big ears started to rise again as he watched the blonde swipe the crumbs into his hand and dump them in the garbage. 

“So, Deku…how’d you make it here?” Katsuki asked, actually curious about how the mouse was able to stowaway without him or his friends noticing.

“Pocket,” Deku squeaked. “Kacchan pocket.”

Katsuki scrunched up his face in confusion. There was no way the mouse was in his pocket the entire time. He would have felt him. Unless…his eyes wandered to his button down he’d tossed on the chair when he got home. He’d taken it off when he and his friends grabbed lemonade from the farm. That must have been when Deku climbed into the breast pocket and inadvertently became the seventh passenger in his car.

“Well, guess you’re stuck here for now,” Katsuki sighed. 

“Deku stay?” the mouse asked. 

Big emerald eyes sparkled up at Katsuki and the human’s heart flipped in his chest. God he just wanted to squeeze the fuck out of him! Who gave him the right to be so goddamn cute?!

“Yeah,” he cleared his throat. “You can stay.”

Little feet pitter pattered on the counter as Deku danced in excitement. Katsuki chuckled at the sight. 

“C’mon,” the blonde smiled and put his hand on the counter palm up. Deku climbed up, holding onto his fingers just like at the farm. “Let’s go to bed.”

Katsuki brought them to the bedroom, lowering the mouse onto the pillow before climbing in after him. He wasn’t sure when he’d have a chance to get back to the farm and there was no way he was letting Deku go around here. The little mouse would be snatched up by a feral cat or some shitty bird in a second. 

He startled slightly at the feeling of a tiny, warm body curling up against his neck. Reaching up, Katsuki pat Deku’s fluffy curls. The little mouse squeaked softly and chattered his teeth. Who knew…maybe he’d never make it back to the farm. 

[pokegalla]

Decided to work on a little chaotic collab with my mutuals.

(Marco belongs to @marco-here

Rebel belongs to @tryslogic

Hero, Lisa, and Bunny belong to me)

@tryslogic and @marco-here

I’m sorry I included you in this chaos- 🤣

They will write the other parts. (Yes there is more-)

Enjoy the chaos✨

A Drink Too Many

“Wanna run that by me again-“ Hero asked.

“I said I want to strengthen the truce between The Star Sanses and Bad Sanses by bringing them closer!” I say with an innocent smile.

Hero pinched his nose ridge, “And to do that…..you want to take them ALL out to drink??? You know this is not going to end well…..I mean in general their teams are already barely getting along. But they are MORTAL ENEMIES. I doubt just a few drinks will-“

“Mi amor? You think too much. And since you also work too much? Take this as an opportunity to unwind for the love of your SANITY-“ I said while pulling him along.

“But I have files to do-! Dammit…..,” Hero ends up getting dragged by me anyway.

And when we go inside the room I rented however?

Utter.

Chaos.

“C’mon ol pal, I know you can go faster than that!” Ink taunted Error.

“I SWEAR IM GONNA FLING YOUR SHORT ASS OUT THE WINDOW-,” Error screeched.

Dream gulps, “H-Hello brother…..”

Nightmare chuckles darkly, “Hello brother…..I see you brought me the golden apple…..”

“Eek-! Brother no! Remember the truce! REMEMBER THE TRUCE-!” Dream had to hide behind Cross.

Let’s not even mention Dust messing with Swap, Killer and Marco pulling pranks, Rebel just either messing around or flirting- so what do I do? Blow horn into a megaphone- everyone stopped and covered their ears or held their heads.

“SIT YO ASSES DOWN-,” I shouted, “God…..listen. Here’s what’s gonna happen. We drink, we have a good time, might get drunk, and we GET. ALONG. You understand me?”

“And if we don’t? We don’t have to you do realize that…..” Nightmare said in a taunting tone. He caught the Chancla I threw at him.

“Don’t get smart with me Jackass! NONE of you are leaving until you’ve had some fun!” I huff.

Ink laughed and wrapped an arm around my shoulders (after standing on his chair to do so-), “Trust me Lisa! We’re having plenty of fun! Ow-!”

I pinch his cheek, “Having fun being a little shit? Yeah I see that.” I grab Error’s cheek too “You two are sitting together until you get along-“

Error wriggled around, “DON’T SIT ME WITH THAT PIECE OF SHIT SQUID-“ I sat them down anyway, “Shit…..” Ink was giggling with his shit eating grin but I bonk him.

“Don’t start yo shit either. And Marco sit with the Murder trio and Cross. No funny business. Rebel don’t start yo shit either or I’m getting Lust and Fresh on yo ass- And Nightmare let your brother sit with you WITHOUT scaring him-! Swap? You will be helping around as well,” I take a deep breath finally, “And waitress? You got drinks? I’ll take your entire stock- We ALL drinking tonight-“

Bunny jumped, “Lisa you can’t handle your alcohol!!!”

“I WILL TONIGHT-,” I stomp away.

XChara sighs, “……We’re gonna have a rough night huh? Watching these idiots.”

“Yup,” Bunny says, “And unfortunately I gotta do it with you.” She walks away, leaving XChara to process that and shout a loud and offended ‘Hey-!’

Some time went by and everyone was finally unwinding. And I was not slowing down in my drinking- some of the guys were already getting drunk.

Ink was hugging me and giggling nonstop, “This really is fuuuuun! Thanks for the idea Lisa!”

I was suddenly yoinked back via wires, Error huffed, “Hands off the chocolate supply!”

Nightmare suddenly slams the table, making us jump as he suddenly yoinked me away with his tentacles, “You fools…..she’s MINE.”

Small squeak of literal fear, “Help meeeeeee-!”

“I-I’ll help!!! Brother please let her go-!” Dream said, prying at the tentacles.

But Nightmare was too drunk to care, having me near him just to piss off Ink and Error and laugh like a maniac. I definitely need more drinks after this- Hero eventually comes around to help, though it was a struggle. I went to get more drinks, running off before the three got me again.

Hero went to check on the others, “Is everyone alright here too? ……I hope-?”

Hopefully Marco and Rebel are doing better.