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synthleeius · 8 months

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Tickletober day 2 - Accidental

HELLO AGAIN‼️‼️ i think this is tbe most fics ive produced in the span of a few days so woop woop

Pairing: lee!Xiao ler!Aether

Xiao let out a grumble, once again reaching up to the top kitchen shelf. After Aether invited him into his teapot, the least he could do is go fetch something for him.. But, it was no use, no matter how far he reached his fingertips just missed it. It was a wonder how Aether reached it himself, he wasn't that much taller than himself after all.

He must’ve taken a while, because he heard soft footsteps behind him and a small chuckle that could only belong to Aether. “Here, duck down a bit for me.”

He was a bit confused, but complied anyway. What he wasn't expecting was for Aether to gently push him down, reaching up to the top shelf himself. He retrieved the item, his hands coming down shortly after. What he didnt notice is that his knuckles grazed down from Xiao’s upper ribs to his hips.

The particular motion caused the adeptus to let out a gasp, flinching upwards. Aether let out a noise of confusion, stepping back from him and tilting his head. “..What was that?”

“Nothing of importance, Traveller.” He replied, crossing his arms over his chest in his regular stance. The blonde raised an eyebrow, turning his head to catch a glimpse of the other’s face. “You sure? You're getting kinda blushy..”

“I'm sure.” He mumbled quickly after, taking his gaze to another direction. “If you say so..”

Aether tried to drop it, he really did.. but he was curious, and equally confused. So, to cure the said curiosity, he reached an arm behind him and ran a single finger down the side of his torso.

The touch resulted in a strangled-like noise. It could be passed off as a gasp and a flinch, but to him it almost sounded like.. a giggle? “W-What was that for..?” Xiao asked quietly, turning to face Aether. He didn't look mad.. more flushed, and slightly nervous.

“..I just didn't know you were ticklish.” Aether shrugged, turning back to whatever he was doing seemingly unfazed. “..What?”

“I said I didn't know you were ticklish.” He repeated himself, thinking that his guest didn't hear him. He turned back to meet his gaze when he did not receive an answer, being met with a stare of confusion.

“You know what that means, right?” The traveller tried to confirm, completely turning back around.

“Forgive me if I dont know of every mortal custom.�� Xiao huffed, a thick coat of sarcasm lacing his voice. Aether just laughed softly, “Alright, alright.. I get that.”

“Would you like to know what it is?” He proposed, leaning back against the counter. Xiao glanced at the floor, debating the offer before nodding. “I.. suppose so, yes.”

That's all the consent he needed before he lead Xiao to face away from him, softly grasping both of his hands with his own and pushing them together.

“Now, arms up.” Aether said firmly, slowly lifting them up incase Xiao decided to back out. To his surprise, he followed without too many worries. He knew Aether wouldn’t hurt him on purpose.

“..Why?” The adeptus asked, turning his head back to look at the other. “It makes it easier.” The blonde replied casually, resulting in a soft huff and him turning his head back to the wall.

“Basically.. It's a fight or flight reflex.” He began, resting his free hand on the shorter’s lower ribs. “I don't know the exact science behind it.. but, it does this, so that's pretty cool right?”

In the middle of his sentence, he gave a soft squeeze to the spot on the ribcage his hands were lingering on. Xiao let out a choked laugh, leaning away from his hand on reflex.

Quickly after, he moved back and tilted his head a bit. “Thats- thats..” He trailed off, trying to collect his thoughts.

“Not sure yet?” Aether chuckled, “That's okay. How about.. I keep going, and you decide if you completely hate it or not. How does that sound?”

“..I guess so.” He mumbled, relaxing a bit after tensing up for a moment. “But.. I have a question. Why does it make me laugh? Is that.. normal?”

“Yeah, it's normal. It's just how your brain alerts you, happens to everybody. Well.. most people.” He answered, before gently fluttering his fingertips around to his right side.

“Hah-.. that's- okay..” He let out the soft giggles that had been bubbling up in his throat from the moment the other had laid a hand on him, lightly squirming away from the touch.

“It’s okay?” He repeated, taking a glance at Xiao’s expression. He couldn’t help but stare when he saw the flustered smile on his face, along with his cheeks fading a light shade of red.

To his disappointment, the adeptus noticed quickly and hid his face into his arm the best he could. “Awh, no fun~” Aether giggled, obviously joking.

“Shuhush..” He mumbled, feeling the way the traveller moved onto his stomach. Ironically, he also felt the way the sensations got significantly stronger. “Wahait–!”

Aether immediately paused, turning Xiao around slightly to meet his eyes again. “You okay? Had enough?”

“..N-No.. I didn't- it was a reflex. My apologies, Aether.” He said breathily, leaning back onto his companion slightly. “That's fine, no need for apologies.. Does that mean you want me to continue?”

“..If-.. ..if that's what you wish to do, then..”

“You could just say ‘yes’, yknow.”

#augtickletober2023 #tickletober2023 #WOOOOOO #genshin tickles #genshin tickle #genshin impact tickle #genshin impact tickles #lee!xiao #lee xiao #ler!aether #ler aether #im actually rlly proud of this one #syns stuff

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pinkiepiebones · 6 months

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Strike.

Woops this one got dark. Blood and gore and Bad Ending.

"Hi, are you here for the meeting? Well, come on in!"

Robert had tried. He really did. He tried to get Mark to move the meeting with what precious little time he had. He had been opening up to everyone but it was really hard to tell anyone in the modern era- anyone in general, let's be honest- that the abusive monster he was trying to escape was an actual monster in the literal sense of the word.

As Dracula walked into the church's gym Robert felt every mediocre little crumb of happiness and self-worth he had scraped together over the past weeks wash away. As Dracula bared his fangs in an insidious grin Robert felt nauseated with dread. As Dracula introduced himself to the group at Mark's apprehensive suggestion and shoved his top hat and cane into Robert's arms, Robert knew he was about to witness another massacre.

But.

The cane.

Robert had seen it in his apartment, too, atop Dracula's wolf fur coat. He knew that cane. Of course he did- over the decades he had shined it, shipped it, been struck with it. The handle of the cane was a golden dragon- or rather, the head of a dragon and a somewhat phallic dragon tail. The length of the cane was engraved so as to resemble a stalk of bamboo and stylised with a long serpent, tiny blossoms, and, somewhat garishly, the forms of two small naked women. It was not the Count's fanciest cane.

But it was the only one with a sword inside.

As Dracula snarled and levitated Robert started formulating a plan. Dracula was not inside his head. He was thinking clearly for the first time in half a century, at least. He knelt as he knew Dracula wanted.

"Master, please," he whimpered. "I never should have forsaken you."

Dracula lowered himself and glowered down at Robert.

"You could have had everything," Dracula hissed. "I gave you the choice between the power of a god," he roared, "and the pathetic desperation of humanity." He looked around at the terrified co-dependents cowering in their folding chairs.

"Why? Why choose this?"

Robert looked up at his former Master.

"I've been a fool, Master, and I know I don't deserve your grace" he said softly, making sure to keep a tremble in his tone. He stood slowly, keeping his shoulders slumped, his posture defeated. He feebly offered the top hat and added "torture me, brutalise me, break my bones and my mind but let me live to serve you again." Dracula sneered and snatched his hat back. He turned his back on his slave and placed the hat on his head while asking the group just what sort of torture a treacherous wretched shell of a man deserved.

Then Robert unsheathed the sword and stabbed Dracula in the back.

"Get everyone into the nave!" he yelled at Mark.

"What's a nave?!" Mark said as he fled with the group.

"It's the part of the church with the pews!" Bob offered as he ran for the door.

"I didn't know that had a name!" Mark answered as he held the door open for everyone.

The gym was empty save for two immortal monsters. Robert had pushed the sword completely through Dracula. The handle of the cane was pressed against the fabric of Dracula's coat. Thick black blood was beginning to pool on the floor beneath them. Robert gritted his teeth and moved the sword inside the vampire as best he could and heard the blade scrape ribs.

"Oh, Renfield."

Robert knew what was coming. The vampire disappeared in a cloud of mist and the bloodied sword clattered to the floor. Then Dracula was behind him, one arm tight across his throat. Dracula effortlessly knelt, still keeping Robert in a headlock, and picked up his sword.

"Did you really think that would do anything?"

"No," Robert wheezed. "But I saved them."

Dracula applied more pressure and Robert felt his throat squeeze shut. He tried to gasp and tried to claw at the arm around his neck. Dracula thrust the sword into his back to the handle. He pulled it out until just half the blade was sticking out of Robert's torso, then thrust it in again, adjusting the angle slightly. He did this again and again until Robert's sweater was completely red.

"You can't even save yourself."

Dracula dropped the dying man to the floor and considered slicing his throat for good measure. Instead he picked up the scabbard of his cane and placed the sword back inside. He looked down at Robert and opened his mouth to speak when the gym door slammed open and a police officer walked in with her gun drawn.

"Reb... e..." Robert gurgled helplessly. Dracula grinned down at him, then looked at her.

"Well, looks as though I'll get a meal tonight after all."

-end-

#renfield #robbie don't look #bad end

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eddiemunsonw · 1 year

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It takes one kiss

CHAPTER 5 - As real as they come

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5

Steddie Fanfic

Summary: Steve hosts a party and ends up suffering through the consequences of humoring Tommy.

Steve Harrington kisses Eddie Munson by accident and that sucked. Right?

CW / Disclaimer: Some mild overlap with S4 scenes (barely) - But (!!) Eddie lives - Mention of F-slur once.

Author’s note: My first Steddie fic! Another first woop. Let's hope you like. It has five parts that I'll be posting both on here and on my ao3: eddiemunsons. Enjoy!

Words: (of current chapter) 4651 / (complete fic) 15381

Steve’s POV

“Who wanted a hamburger?” Steve called out, looking around the backyard. Dustin, Lucas and Mike jumped up to get their fill, plates in hand. Steve’s stomach grumbled a little, although most of his appetite had gone purely from smelling all the food.

“Me first, I need one for Max too,” Lucas said right away. No one protested and Steve watched as Lucas walked back to Max and El. The latter started to cut up the hamburger so Max had an easier time eating while talking animatedly to her. Max was still confined to her wheelchair for now and the doctors weren’t sure whether she would ever get out of it. People often expressed their sympathy, but Max wanted none of that. Sure, she missed skating and her independence, but ever since her vision returned she had found peace with most of it. Being able to see Lucas and the others again was a gift she didn’t think she would get back.

It had been Nancy’s idea, to all get together and have some fun. So when the weather forecast showed a blazing sun and a fair bit of heat, Steve had suggested having a barbecue at his house. His parents weren’t there as usual, so it was most convenient. That, and the large grill they had in the backyard. Steve watched how everyone was eating and put some chicken satay and sausages on while subconsciously counting heads. Habit. He barely had a chance to frown when he noticed someone was missing as said person popped up next to him.

“Scooch over, Harrington. You should eat.”

Steve gave Eddie a look as he felt him try to pry the tong out of his hand. Simply because he could, Steve tightened his grip and smiled softly when he heard Eddie huff. Eddie had been cleared of crutches since last week, but he had a long way to go to regain the strength in his legs, which made Steve want to decline. But, knowing how stubborn Munson could be, he relented and handed him the tong.

“Thanks. I just put these on, make sure to—”

“I know how to handle a piece of meat, Harrington. Don’t you worry your big head over it. What do you want? These things? Something else?”

“Sure, yeah, uhm, maybe some ribs?” Steve offered as if he needed approval. Eddie shot him a grin and took a large gulp from his coke while dismissing him with his hand.

“I’ll bring it over when it’s done. You relax. Take some of that too,” Eddie said, gesturing at the table ladened with bread, several salads and fruit. Steve gave him a nod and joined Robin who sat close to the pool after filling a plate with some garlic bread and potato salad.

“Finally. Thought you’d never sit down.”

Steve eagerly started to eat, took his time munching away before responding to Robin. She watched him fondly.

“Eddie took over,” Steve explained. Robin smiled and glanced over at Eddie who seemed pretty much in his element. Especially when he scolded Mike for already coming back for more, waving the spatula around as he exclaimed it was Steve’s turn now.

“I saw. Nice view, isn’t it?”

Steve looked up, his mouth stuffed with a piece of bread as he frowned.

“That’s not very I-only-like-girls of you Robin.”

“I meant for you, dingus.” Immediately, Steve’s cheeks gained the color crimson and he swallowed the piece of bread down a little too eagerly, making him feel it go down all the way. He shook his head and took a spoonful of potato salad as he narrowed his eyes at her.

“No.”

“Oh come on. Did you even talk to him yet?”

“There’s not much to talk about.”

“Uh, there is plenty to talk about. Starting with the whole I-really-liked-kissing-you thing.”

Steve groaned and huffed a breath.

“I still wish you hadn’t heard that.”

“Well, too bad. I did. Loud and clear. And you two should talk.”

Back then, in the Upside Down, when Eddie had confessed he had liked kissing him, Robin had heard. In the midst of all the chaos she had heard and had decided to sprung it on Steve weeks later, in a completely out of the blue way that was very typical for Robin.

“That guy that you kissed, the one that made you realize you were bi with my incredible help and guidance, that was Eddie?”

Steve had panicked, looked around in horror to see if anyone had heard them, momentarily forgetting they were by themselves in a pretty deserted field of grass (He had been physically dragged out of the hospital for an afternoon by Robin and discovered they liked watching clouds together).

He still didn’t know how Robin had managed to miss the whole ordeal that had gone down all those years ago. Steve had no reason to not admit it right then and there and it had honestly been a huge relief to have someone to talk to, as his bi-awakening had been in a pretty dire looking coma at the time and it was turning him into a wreck. However, Eddie woke up, and so did Robin’s desire to help Steve confess his feelings. Steve, on the other hand, was convinced that that was a very bad idea.

“I don’t even know how to start.”

Robin shrugged, formed two mouths with her hands as she mimicked their voices badly. “Hey Eddie - Sup, Harrington - So uh you said you really liked kissing me when you were in my arms and I just wanna say me too man - Wow let’s kiss.” Robin brought her hands together and made smooching noises and Steve pushed her hands down.

“My god Rob, stop it.”

“I’m just saying, he’s literally making you food right now. Unlike me who selfishly sat here to cool my feet in the water.”

“I wouldn’t trust you near a barbecue anyway.”

“Ouch. I am hurt,” Robin deadpanned. “What do you have to lose?”

“A friend?”

Steve dared to look over at Eddie who was so focused at turning the sausages that the tip of his tongue was sticking out, wetting his top lip. He sighed.

“Gross. You’re so lovesick.”

“Mhm. How’s Vickie?”

“I’m seeing her tomorrow. Unlike some of us I actually am doing something about it.”

“That’s great, I’m happy for you, Rob. Go woo her.”

“Take a piece of your own advice and go woo Munson for me will you?”

“I’ll think about it.”

Eddie was coming over and Robin took that as her cue to join Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle at the table. His gaze followed Robin for a moment and then he settled down next to Steve, cross legged and facing him.

“Here.”

Steve looked down at the plate filled with two big chunks of ribs, three sausages and four satays. Eddie avoided his eyes and focused on the meat instead as he handed it over.

“Thanks, Ed. I’m not sure I can eat all of this though, do you want some?”

“Of course you can. It’s good for those jock muscles of yours.” Eddie’s hand clasped his knee for a moment. His hand was hot. So were Steve’s cheeks, now. He barely registered it though, as the word ‘jock’ settled unpleasantly in his mind.

“Can we just call them muscles? No longer a jock.”

“You’re kind of a retired jock, though.”

“Please?”

Eddie scratched the back of his neck and frowned.

“Right, okay. My bad. It’s just good for these bad boys, yeah?” Eddie said as he leaned over to squeeze both his biceps. Always touching him lately. “Gotta keep you well fed in case we gotta fight off monsters again some day.”

“The only monsters I wanna fight from here on out are lousy parkers and whoever keeps me from buying my favorite ice cream.”

“Who even wants strawberry ice cream anyway,” Eddie mumbled. “So… standard.”

“Oh, yeah, banana flavor is really wild,” Steve mumbled sarcastically, although he felt a flutter in his chest at the fact that Eddie remembered his favorite ice cream flavor. He picked up a rib and started eating while Eddie leaned back on his hands, looking way more delicious than whatever was on his plate right now. Cut off gray Iron Maiden band tee, sleeveless and fraying at the ends. Whenever he stretched his arms upwards, which he apparently did a lot, Steve noticed, a stripe of skin became visible just above his belt, showing off his happy trail and large, pink scars. Steve had a few of those himself now too.

The most surprising part of his outfit were probably the black shorts that stopped just below his knees. Black, chains as usual, some extra pockets that he stashed several lighters, keys and his cigarettes in. Below were his milky white legs that were quite the contrast next to Steve’s sun kissed ones. He tanned pretty easily and had noticed Eddie’s skin simply refused to do any of the sort. Steve had only briefly looked down and Eddie had given him a warning look, as if to dare him to say something about it. Steve wouldn’t. He liked Eddie’s appearance more than he’d like to admit, legs included.

“I’ll have you know that banana flavor is quite delicious and very underrated.”

“It tastes super artificial.”

“That’s what I love about it.”

“You’re weird.”

“Why, thank you, that’s so kind of you to say.”

Steve smiled and dared to look up at him through his lashes as he bit off a piece of chicken. Eddie watched him quietly, his smile matching Steve’s. Then, he looked away to watch the kids as they chattered away loudly, animatedly. Carefree, almost.

“I gotta give it to Wheeler. This was a pretty neat idea.”

Steve followed Eddie’s gaze and nodded.

“It’s nice.”

Late afternoon turned into evening and Eddie had appointed himself the designated driver to drive the kids home. Nancy and Jonathan had already left half an hour earlier with Argyle, Mike and Will, which only left Dustin, Max, Lucas and El. It was mostly convenient too, as his van had enough room to put Max’s wheelchair in the back and her and Lucas fit easily next to him at the front while Dustin and El sat with their backs against the seats. Steve was so busy saying goodbye to all the kids that he hadn’t even really said goodbye to Eddie. A sigh escaped his lips as he closed the door behind him, immediately faced with Robin.

“Oh, you’re leaving too?” he asked, a little surprised. Robin nodded, giving him an apologetic look.

“I have to help my parents in the morning and I don’t want to be completely exhausted by the time I meet up with Vickie so I have to get a decent amount of sleep,” she sighed. Steve nodded in understanding.

“Of course. You go have fun tomorrow, yeah? Just make sure to throw the bowling ball forward and not backwards,” he teased. Robin rolled her eyes but smiled affectionately before pulling him into a hug.

“Thanks for the solid advice, dingus. See you Monday.”

“Good night, Rob.”

As soon as she had driven off, Steve closed the door to lean against it. Even the softest sigh seemed to echo in the large house. It immediately felt so empty without them. He only allowed himself to wallow in the feeling for a good minute or two before he pushed himself away from the door to put on some music. Just as he put the needle down, the doorbell rang. Knowing Robin, she probably forgot her sweater or something. Already looking around for anything out of place, he made his way over to the door and swung it open.

“Forgot something Rob— Oh.”

Eddie’s POV

Eddie walked past him without a word and only turned around when he stood in the middle of the hallway.

“So it was Buckley I just passed.”

When Steve gave him a confused look, Eddie gestured vaguely in the air and shrugged.

“I guess we’re alone then. Beer?” Steve was looking at him as if he had grown a second head and Eddie licked his lips, suddenly feeling a little awkward. “Unless, uh… I’m totally overstaying my welcome here,” he added, scratching the back of his neck. “I didn’t expect everyone to be gone by the time I came back, even though… I literally took all the remaining people with me except Buckley. Shit. Sorry, I—”

“It’s alright Eddie, you can stay. Glad you came back, in fact,” Steve blurted out. Eddie gave him a lopsided smile and started to shuffle backwards towards the kitchen, where the cold beer was neatly stacked in the fridge.

“Glad, huh? Missed me already?”

“Only every hour of the day,” Steve said jokingly. Eddie hummed in thought after he opened his can, really making a show of it. Tapping his chin with his finger as he gazed up at the ceiling.

“We ought to do something about that. What about a nice life-size cutout of me to look at whenever I’m not gracing you with my presence?”

“You’d scare the living death out of me if I woke up in the middle of the night facing that thing.”

Eddie grumbled something incoherent, grasped at his chest and gasped.

“Oof. You hurt me, Harrington,” he sighed dramatically. Steve smiled and Eddie cocked his head towards the backyard.

“Wanna go outside? It’s pretty nice out now. Bit humid still but nothing your pool can’t fix,” he suggested, already walking to the door.

“You wanna swim or something?”

“Ah, no, I meant just soaking our legs until our feet are old and wrinkly looking.”

“Oh. Cool.”

“Unless you want to swim?” Eddie asked, glancing back over his shoulder as he stepped outside. Steve laughed and shook his head.

“No, I’m good.” He closed the door behind him to keep the mosquitos out and joined Eddie at the edge of the pool, taking off his slippers as he watched him taking off his thick boots and socks.

“Aren’t those super hot to wear?” Steve asked curiously, pointing at the boots. Eddie nodded and put them to the side as he immediately dropped his feet into the water, a content sigh leaving his mouth.

“Mhm, but slippers are an atrocity. Uncomfortable, sand and other shit gets everywhere and I’m doing the world a favor by keeping my feet from view.” Steve peered down to look at Eddie’s feet, which were being swung back and forth into the water.

“I think they look fine.”

Eddie snorted at how genuine Steve sounded.

“I know. People would die for a closer look, which they’ll never get. So, in that way, I’m doing everyone a favor by keeping the temptation hidden from their sinful eyes.”

“So what are you doing to me now?” Steve asked, his brow raised. Eddie gave him a funny look and nudged him with his shoulder as he wiggled his feet in the water.

“What, you got a foot fetish or something, Harrington?” he teased, his nose nearly touching Steve’s cheek. “‘Cause if so… I might make an exception.”

Steve shoved his shoulder halfheartedly as he leaned away from him, laughter escaping his lips. Eddie felt his chest tighten at his laugh, which was a rarity to hear nowadays. To be the cause of it made it even better.

Ever since… everything, he had seen Steve on the regular. Never alone, though. Tonight was the first time. However, he had seen loads of him. Had seen how he kept up a front around the others and saw it drop when he thought no one was looking. Except, Eddie was always looking. He had wanted to reach out to Steve numerous times, but especially on those occasions. Take him somewhere, just let him talk. He never did. Something held him back and he knew exactly what it was. Not even nightmares about the demobats, that he was certain only Steve would really understand, were enough reason to get him to do that. He just… couldn’t.

“Shut up, I don’t,” Steve sighed. His eyes fell on one of Eddie’s pockets, the familiar outline of a pack of cigarettes visible.

“Feel like donating a cig?” he asked, poking his pocket with his finger. Eddie smiled and took something out of his other pocket instead

“I’ll do you one better. Wanna share?” he asked, holding the joint between his fingers as he raised his eyebrows meaningfully. Steve smiled and gave him a nod.

“Been a while since I last smoked one.”

“Sounds like you should hang out with me more. Unless you wanna hang with Jonathan and Argyle instead, of course.”

“I wouldn’t just hang out with you for your stash, Munson.”

Eddie smiled softly and lit the joint, took a drag and handed it to Steve. After Steve enjoyed the familiar feeling in his lungs and released the smoke, he sighed.

“Today was nice. It felt good seeing Max smile so much. The other kids too, of course but… you know,” Steve said, knowing it needed no further elaboration. Eddie nodded. He did.

“They’re a great bunch. Support each other well. Lucas in particular has been so good for her.”

This time Steve nodded and a moment passed as they each took another drag.

“It was also nice seeing you smile today. Like genuinely,” Eddie added gently.

“I’ve been smiling,” Steve protested, though one look from Eddie made him swallow the rest of it. He looked away, gazed down the backyard that suddenly felt too large again. “You sure pay attention,” he concluded, looking back at Eddie.

“I do.”

“Why?”

“Because I care.”

“… Why?”

A hidden question lay somewhere in the cloudless sky, waiting to drop down on them as it had been lingering around them for ages, waiting to see who was going to get the answer from who. A moment went by only accompanied by the sound of their feet moving in the water. Eddie looked up at the sky, his exhale partially blocking the view as the smoke passed his lips.

“How long are you gonna make me wait, Steve?”

He felt the other boy stiffen beside him and it made him want to take it all back immediately, but it was out there now. It had to be, anyway. No matter the outcome Eddie couldn’t handle another day of not knowing. It was all or nothing.

“What do you mean?” Steve asked softly, with a tone that suggested he had an idea what Eddie was hinting at.

“You said you weren’t gonna respond to what I said to you in the Upside Down while I was out. I’ve been out of that sweet hibernation for a few months now and… nothing. So I’m asking, how long?”

Eddie didn’t have to look to know that Steve wasn’t looking at him. He wordlessly held out the joint for Steve and he accepted, their fingers brushing just like they had done a few times before.

“So it’s really true, huh… people do hear things.”

Eddie nodded, leaning back on his hands as he smiled softly.

“Yep. I liked how you picked different voices for the characters. Really nice. But, back to important matters.” As much as he wanted to talk about the fact that Steve had read about halfway through the first book for him and how impressive that was, he had other priorities right now.

“I mean…” Steve hesitated, “it’s kinda obvious, right? If you add it all up?”

Eddie nodded again, his lips forming a smirk as he spoke.

“Yeah. It is. Since you didn’t say anything for months, I’ve concluded that you’re straight after all and just had a Fuck-Eddie-is-actually-kinda-hot phase. All good.”

“I’m not str—”

Eddie barked out a laugh and threw his head back, missing how Steve looked at him in horror when he did.

“I know, I know. Only a fool would lie about being anything other than straight in this day and age. I do appreciate that you were more passionate about defending your sexuality than denying that you find me hot, though.”

“You’re insufferable,” Steve groaned.

“One of my many middle names,” Eddie sighed. He bent forwards again, his hands now folded into his lap after taking the joint from Steve’s distracted fingers.

“Funny.”

“Not as funny as you avoiding what you were going to tell me once I woke up. Sarcasm, for the record.” He took the last drag and tossed the bud behind him, earning only a mild frown from Steve as he was deep in thought. He exhaled shakily.

“I hated it… that I liked it. At first.”

Eddie’s hand found his, patiently listening while nudging his pinky against Steve’s, linking them together as if to encourage him to continue.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about it and I didn’t know why. The main reason it took me so long was because I had no idea bisexuality was even a thing. I thought you were either straight or gay. Stupid, I know.”

“It’s not stupid at all,” Eddie reassured him softly. Steve gave him a weak smile that gave away that he had a hard time agreeing with it, but seemed to relax as Eddie grasped his hand and squeezed. A nod, a sigh, and he continued.

“So… that’s when I came to you, you know trying to figure out if it was just a you-thing. But then you refused and… well. I mean, makes sense. It was a dumb request, I shouldn’t have asked that of you.”

“It wasn’t dumb, I just didn’t wanna risk being Steve Harrington’s little experiment. That would uhm, hurt, y’know? Didn’t want that,” Eddie explained immediately, to which Steve nodded again.

“Yeah. I uhm, tried to accept that I just had to forget about it. Didn’t work. Then, everything else happened and I knew I was the last person you wanted to see but I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t want you to be alone.” Eddie felt Steve squeeze his hand, though he avoided his gaze as he played with the frays on his shorts. Denim ones, just above the knee.

“I know I was a hard ass to you. Sorry about that,” Eddie sighed, looking guilty. “It’s just my front, and around you I had pulled up about three just in case. You were right though, back then. I was really scared. Of a lot of things,” he admitted.

Steve’s POV

Steve quickly shook his head, meeting his eyes. He didn’t want Eddie to feel guilty about anything. Although it hadn’t been easy to deal with Eddie’s sour mood at first, he understood where it came from and could only imagine how hard it must have been for him. As much as it had interfered with his desire to get clarity at the time, it wasn’t Eddie’s fault. At all.

“No need to apologize. I know what it’s like. To have to take it all in, have it crash down on you with no mercy at all.” Eddie gave him a grateful nod.

“And then…” Eddie started, followed by a rueful chuckle, “I thought I was gonna die so I dropped my brain-to-mouth, mouth-to-brain? filter, and spilled my deepest thoughts to you.”

“And then you didn’t die,” Steve added, turning his head completely towards Eddie now. Eddie nodded and sucked in his lips. He pressed down on them for a moment and then let them go with a pop.

“And now we’re here.”

“And now we’re here,” Steve agreed. “And…” he sucked in a deep breath, “I really liked kissing you, too.”

Eddie lifted his gaze from the water, searching his eyes for truth and Steve gave him the tiniest nod to confirm. His gaze softened, a hesitant smile on his lips.

“Yeah? Care to show me how much?” Eddie asked softly. Even before Eddie had completely finished the sentence, Steve was already leaning in, his hand confidently reaching for Eddie’s jaw while his heart threatened to stop functioning altogether. Eddie leaned into his touch, lips parting the second he felt Steve’s brush against his own and the softest gasp escaped his lips. As if they had kissed many times in between that one night and this one, Eddie’s hand found its way into Steve’s hair naturally, tugging ever so slightly. In his eagerness to find a better angle, Steve moved closer and attempted to straddle Eddie’s lap, momentarily forgetting they were still at the edge of his pool and therefore had his knee slip right off the edge. A gasp left his lips and in the midst of his panicking he quickly grabbed onto Eddie’s shirt, which was so worn that it tore under the pull of Steve’s weight. In the same second, Eddie quickly reached out to Steve, grabbing him tight, but it was too late. They both toppled over and landed in the pool.

Even before Steve got his head above the water again, he could hear Eddie’s bubbling laughter above him. Still holding tightly onto his waist, Eddie looked down at him with a big grin.

“Damn Stevie, so wet for me already?” he snorted, earning a shove against his now naked chest from Steve which did nothing more than push himself slightly back into the water.

“Shut up,” Steve grumbled, trying to not completely blush like a virgin at the sight of Eddie and the fact that he was holding him in a way he had fantasized many hours about. Eddie gestured at his torso with a grin.

“I mean… you literally tore off my shirt.”

Of course Eddie had to remind him.

“Shut up.”

“Are you blushing?”

“Eddie—” His frown ceased to exist when he looked up into those big brown eyes, who stared down at him with— affection? Fondness? All he knew was that he wanted Eddie to look at him like that forever. Still, he wasn’t going to admit that just yet. Instead, his lips formed a smile.

“I really hope you weren’t carrying a fortune of joints in your pockets today,” he mused, looking down at Eddie’s waist that was definitely below the water, including all of his belongings. Eddie looked down in horror only for a moment and let his gaze linger on Steve’s stomach, slowly raking up to his chest until their eyes met again.

“I don’t know, I’m feeling pretty high right now, Steve. I think I can go without for a bit.”

Steve rolled his eyes half heartedly and prodded Eddie’s chest with his finger.

“That’s because you literally just smoked a joint with me.”

A playful sigh from Eddie.

“I was trying to be romantic, Steve.”

“Didn’t take you for a sap, Eds.”

“Didn’t take you for someone who’d tear the clothes off my body before the first date either but here we are.”

“You’re—”

“Insufferable?”

Yeah, he was. Insufferable, sweet, kind, funny, pretty, handsome, and everything Steve apparently wanted, even if it had taken him quite a while to figure that out. He watched as water droplets fell from that wonderful mop of hair that really shouldn’t be that attractive now that it was soaked, onto his cheeks that had a light flush on them which made them extra cute and down to his chest, decorated with tattoos and the aftermath of not quite dying just yet.

“Yeah, that, and… so fucking hot,” Steve sighed, refusing to take another second being away from those plump, kissable lips. He slotted his arms around Eddie’s neck and let their lips meet again in a sweet kiss. Eddie hummed contently and pulled him closer by his waist, really pushing their bodies together.

“I could get used to this,” Eddie mumbled softly against his lips. Steve gave him the slightest nod.

“Me too.”

“So… 9.5?” Eddie asked as he gently nudged his cheek with his nose. This time, Steve shook his head, a smile forming on his lips.

“No. 10.”

#steddie #steve x eddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie fanfic #stranger things fanfic

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slowlystupendousdelusion · 4 days

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Okay so Nye Round 2 (Welsh edition)

So first of all this was the first time I'd been to see anything at the WMC so it was nice to finally go in properly rather than just loitering in the foyer/ sneaking use of the loos / browsing the shop.

I was in the cheap seats for this and the view was still pretty good, but being further back means you miss out on some of the acting subtleties.

The WMC is set up slightly differently from in the NT in that the seating is pretty much all head on. At the National the stage protruded a bit and you had seats more to the side etc. This made the staging in Wales slightly more hemmed in. I was sat to the side at the NT so your vision was blocked by the curtain layout at some points (but I was closer!) I did have a better view of some of the projected images this time - I'm not sure I clocked the rib cage projections at all before.

The lack of proximity does hurt a bit when you have a large cast playing more than one role. The friend I went with came out asking who was who at certain points so maybe some clearer costume signalling would have helped.

Interestingly, the audience did seem to react differently in London vs Cardiff. It was a bit more vocal in Cardiff (some of this could be related to a difference in the price band I was sitting in too, I guess?)

The audience were clearly elated any time someone said "alright, butt" or similar. (This actually tickled me more in London because it's so very Welsh and you don't really hear it used there). They were also really thrilled with the swearing which I don't think the London crowd blinked at.

It felt like there were a lot of reactions that the cast weren't quite expecting as it didn't fall into the rhythm of the play: "We're going to Tredegarise the country" obviously got a huge round of applause (and maybe even some woops?) and they were drowned out for the next few lines.

The bit where Nye said he was going to break the Doctors' Union had a pause that lasted almost too long; for a second I wasn't sure that there would be a laugh where there definitely was one straight away for that at the National.

Rapturous applause at the eventual creation of the NHS which I think lasted longer than London.

We had a full standing ovation for the cast at the end - from where I was I didn't see anyone who remained seated. People did stand at the NT but it was nowhere near the full auditorium. (However, I had a better view of the crowd in London so this could be wrong?)

Generally I thought the acoustics were worse in the WMC, with the caveat that I was sitting further back. MS sounded as though his voice might have been a bit delicate too; there had been a matinee so I imagine two performances in one day might be wearing on it a bit at performance 90 of the run. He still sang beautifully though!

Also I had a different reaction to the play this time round - last time I felt quite melancholy by the end; despite the comparisons to the current political situation, I felt like positive change on that scale wouldn't be achievable now. This time, I did feel a bit more positive at the end; idk if this was because I knew what to expect, or maybe seeing it the day after the general election had been called put a different frame on it.

Overall it was still a worthwhile watch on second viewing, and it was nice to see with a "home crowd". The library scene is still my favourite, and I'm still blown away by Kezrena James switching effortlessly between the two accents. (I found out that neither are her natural accent?! Phenomenal.) Obviously MS was fab, the only thing I'd recommend is if you can afford tickets to be a bit closer I'd probably go for it. (Not me looking again at what tickets remain for the rest of the run)

Other notes about the WMC:

So as far as I can tell all their cheaper tickets are way up back. I think their general pricing starts lower than the NT (excluding Friday rush offers etc) but the restricted view seats at the NT give people on a tighter budget the chance to be very close to the action!

The programmes are slightly different - the NT one was cheaper (£5). The WMC one cost £7 but they obviously need to pay for the translation. You have the photos twice and it was a smarter looking package. The NT copy has an extra article about the theatre itself and more ads. Other than that I think the main content is the same.

The WMC is a lovely building and I think this may be the only time I've been to the loo in a theatre interval and there has been no queue in the ladies??! Well done architect! The place is huge and it was a bit of a hike to find the nearest bar. They do have one behind the inscription on the building where you can see out which is nice. Also I think they sold slushies which feels like a win. But I can't imagine any other theatre putting such a walk between the seats and the nearest bar 😅

Also this venue doesn't have a proper stage door. I have heard that on other productions they come out into the foyer if you stay for a drink, but I didn't stay so can't confirm if the Nye cast are doing this. I can't say I've seen any 'stage door' photos since the run started here.

#nye #theatre #wmc #wales millennium centre #michael sheen

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yume-x-hanabi · 5 years

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Extract from Side Story Jiao

King Gaius took a few men with him and went to the plain used as hunting grounds by the Sarakhs kings—called the “Royal Hunting Grounds.” They were not dressed for hunting, but rather looked like an inspection team. However, Ortega did not care about that. He seized his chance when the king’s aide dropped his guard to talk to a subordinate and suddenly appeared before the king.

“Gaius! Murderer who usurped the throne of Auj Oule! I am here to avenge those who died because of you! Prepare yourself!”

The king’s aide stepped forward at once. “Your Highness, please stay back. …Don’t underestimate him, Nils. This man was once on Merad’s side. He is a rebel who is after His Highness’ life.”

The other man joined him. “Lin, there is no need for you or Gaius to dirty your hands. I’ll fight him.”

“Since that man ran away from our troops five years ago, he has been attacking various settlements, stealing provisions and lives alike. He is a beast who readily kills any person to survive. Aren’t you, ‘Kitarl chief murderer’ Ortega?” the aide called Lin said.

So they knew who he was. Or maybe this man was even the leader of the group who had attacked the Lutus.

“Indeed. We are just the same. And you, Gaius, you dragged brave men into countless battles in your greedy quest for power. The only thing that lies in your path is pain and loss. But while you were playing conqueror, you killed even defenseless little children! Didn’t you, Gaius!?”

Screaming, he raised his hammer and charged toward the king. Anticipating his attack, Lin quickly went around him and aimed at his side, but he blocked the hit with the hilt of his hammer. From up close, Lin looked like a young man. In his youthful eyes lurked an air of nobility and a strong resolve that spoke of past trials.

“I cannot allow a bandit to raise his weapon toward His Highness. You will atone with your death.”

“You’re just a puppy without fangs sucking up to people in power.”

“Who are you to talk? You were born in the noble Kitarl tribe, yet you abandoned your pride and dirtied your clan’s name like a filthy maggot.”

“You lot and your precious ambitions are what killed Elize!”

Hammer and sword clashed once, but as expected from his delicate figure, Ortega’s opponent was far weaker than him. Ortega felt that the young man had more than just his sword at his disposal, and indeed the man promptly started emitting mana from his mana lobe and relied on that power to repel the hammer. However, Ortega put all his might into a single strike that outmatched him.

Lin was sent flying. He went down on one knee and his breathing was laborious. From the way his face was twisted in pain, he must have broken a few ribs. After that, the man called Nils tried to take the offensive, but Lin held him back.

Ortega noticed the deep cut in his own dominant arm’s tendon. But that would not prevent him from seizing his chance. He paid no heed to his wound and approached the man who was standing still behind them.

“Gaius!” His right arm limp at his side, he readjusted his grip on his hammer with his left hand. “I once fought on Merad’s side and opposed you. At the time, you had vanquished Lars of Long Dau despite originating from a small clan and were outrageously calling yourself king of unification, but do you know what everyone thought of you? We all called you a scoundrel who disturbed the order of Auj Oule. And despite proclaiming you’d unite the country and quell internal trouble, tragedies are still happening. Merad was arrogant, but you, you’re nothing more than a fool toying with Auj Oule to extend your influence!”

He pushed his large body forward and closed the gap in an instant. But no sooner had he started moving than Gaius appeared past his guard, having drawn his long sword and sticking its tip at his throat.

“…I didn’t expect you to be able to draw such a long sword so fast.”

“Ortega of Kitarl,” Gaius spoke, putting his sword back into his sheath with ease. His eyes followed his every motion, but he knew Ortega would no longer attempt to strike him. “You have the rare power to communicate with beasts, and you control them not by force, but through your bond of friendship. Return to your clan and clear your name, then come back to me and guide this country in the direction you believe in as one of my men.”

“Wha… What?”

“King, what are you saying? This man is a vulgar bandit who even abandoned his clan! He is making a mockery of Auj Oule’s lineage. How could this man stand by your side?!”

“Lin, don’t speak. If your broken bones pierce your lungs, my healing artes will become ineffective!”

“Shut up, Nils! There were Long Dau people among his victims!”

Rather than the stinging from his wound, rather than the shudder he experienced as he remembered Gaius’ sword tip on his throat, it was the pounding of his heart that Ortega felt the most painfully. So that was it. That young man was the Long Dau’s…

It was true that he had survived by assaulting wounded soldiers and supply corps. Among those soldiers, there might have been refugees who joined the army looking for a place to move to. Maybe even little children like Elize.

“Do not worry, Wingul. This man will definitely become a help to you. I will wait at the capital. Come to my castle, Ortega.”

Not caring that they were now showing him his back, Gaius and his men disappeared to the north of the hunting grounds.

#tales of xillia #jiao the immovable #wingul the nova #king gaius #nils frieden #in which jiao is MAD #and he and wingul have a contest for best insult #also everyone questions gaius' sanity #because why else would he tried to recruit #the guy who just flung himself at him #and just spat on everything he ever achieved #also i can see why wingul then proceeded to be a fool and get the booster #his pride took a serious hit #(so did his ribs woops)#let nils heal you you fool #yume translations #jiao #wingul

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searidings · 3 years

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The prompt: Nia’s tasked with building one of those buzzfeed style quizzes and the theme is “Which Superfriend Would You Marry?” She sends it on their group chat as a test run. Kara and Lena are having a movie night and they take the test together. Lena gets Dreamer as a result . Kara’s immediate, not censored reaction is to say that there must be something wrong with it because there’s no way Lena would get Nia. The (fun) thing is, Kara and Lena aren’t dating (until that night oc).

“Which Superfriend would you marry?”

Lena promptly chokes on her mouthful of red wine, coughing and spluttering as her cheeks flush a deep puce. “Excuse me?”

Which— right. She probably could have phrased that differently. Kara grimaces, reaching out to rub soothingly over Lena’s back as her best friend tries valiantly to expel the last of the alcohol from her lungs.

“It’s a quiz. Craft Your Perfect Taco to Find Out Which Superfriend You Would Marry,” she explains once Lena’s breathing has settled, nudging closer on the couch to hook her chin over Lena’s shoulder. “Nia made it after Andrea decided Catco was going to become the new Buzzfeed within the week or we were all going to lose our jobs. I guess she finally finished it?”

Kara tilts her phone between them, showing Lena the message. “She sent it in the group chat. Wants us all to try it to make sure there are no bugs.”

“Which group chat?” Lena asks, hitting pause on the movie and rooting through their nest of blankets and pillows for her own phone. “Superfiends? Brain Train 2: Intergalactic Boogaloo? Alex Danvers' Blue Eyeshadow Support Group? America’s Ass?”

“Superfiends, I think— wait. America’s Ass?” Kara’s eyes narrow. “What’s that?”

“Woops.” Lena presses her lips together, blinking big and angelic. “You might not be in that one.”

Kara’s frown deepens. She pouts up at her best friend as Lena pushes up from the couch to refill their glasses, bottom lip at maximum extension. “You guys have a group chat without me?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Lena calls from the kitchen over the sound of pouring wine. “Tell me more about this quiz.”

Kara huffs. “You know I can’t be that easily distracted, right?”

Lena crosses back to the couch, depositing their drinks on the coffee table and flopping down beside her. She presses close, curling into Kara’s side in a cloud of expensive perfume. “Of course you can’t, darling,” Lena soothes, stroking a consoling hand over her forearm as she drops a large bag noisily into Kara’s lap. “Look, popcorn.”

Kara beams, ripping into the snack and devouring it with gusto. “Okay, so, the quiz,” she mumbles around a loud mouthful. “I guess we should take it separately? Nia wants as many guinea pigs as possible.”

Lena nods, settling in at Kara’s side as she unlocks her phone. She’s really close, and she smells really good, and her teal cashmere sweater is really soft against Kara’s skin so she makes the executive decision to hook her chin back over Lena’s shoulder. Just, like, for convenience.

“Hey!” Lena’s fingers dig lightly against her ribs, and Kara squirms. “No cheating.”

“How am I gonna cheat?” she huffs, but pulls her head back anyway, settling for hooking her pinkie through Lena’s belt loop instead. “This is a quiz designed to tell me who I should marry: my sister, my sister-in-law, my honorary father, my little brother, or his girlfriend. The results are gonna be pretty funky whichever way you slice ‘em.”

“Still,” Lena hums, wiggling her socked feet beneath Kara’s thigh. “Eyes to yourself, Ms Zor-El."

The loft falls silent as they tap away at their respective screens. She has to hand it to Nia; this quiz is no walk in the park. She spends a solid ninety seconds deliberating between pico de gallo and guac on her tacos, and is just making a mental note to tell Nia to add an all of the above option to every question when Lena sucks in a sharp breath, lets it out in a giggle.

“What?” Kara asks, craning her neck to get a look at the other woman’s screen. “Did you finish already? Who did you get?”

Lena’s still laughing, head tipped back, the elegant line of her throat exposed. Kara forces her eyes away from the arc of creamy skin, reaching over to pluck Lena’s phone from her limp fingers.

“Dreamer?” she all but shrieks, reading the name on the screen once, twice, three times. “You? And Dreamer? You and Dreamer? Dreamer?”

“Apparently so,” Lena laughs, head tipping back against the cushions. “Do you think Nia set herself as the only possible answer?”

“Apparently not, since I just got matched with Sentinel.” Kara shudders, the mere suggestion too icky to contemplate for long. She stares at Lena, who’s still chuckling.

“I can’t believe you got Dreamer,” Kara huffs, teeth grinding. “That’s ridiculous. I’m gonna tell Nia her quiz doesn’t work.”

Lena presses her lips together, holding back a smirk. Kara’s eyes get stuck there a moment; on the pretty pink sweep of plump flesh, the delicate bow, the deep plum tint left over from her wine.

“Why is it so ridiculous?” Lena chuckles, white teeth digging into the plush of her bottom lip. Kara’s eyes follow the indentation, the willing yield of her flesh to the pressure. She watches the way Lena’s mouth moves, entranced by the formation of words she’s barely registering.

When Lena’s mouth stops moving altogether, Kara manages to tear her eyes away only to find her best friend is staring at her pointedly, looking decidedly unimpressed.

Right. Lena had asked a question.

“It just— it’s wrong,” she manages at length, feeling a little like she’s having to manually fire her own synapses just to make her brain focus on anything besides the sight of Lena’s mouth. “The quiz is obviously faulty.”

“Why?” Lena repeats, a hint of indignation beginning to bleed into her tone. “I love Nia very much. There are certainly worse matches.”

“Yeah, but there’s also way better ones,” Kara insists. The collar of her shirt feels too tight all of a sudden, the room too hot and the air too stifling.

One perfectly manicured eyebrow quirks. “Such as?”

Kara opens her mouth. Closes it again. Opens it once more. “Well, I mean—”

Lena’s brow lifts another quarter inch. “Yes?”

“Lena, come on.” She doesn’t know why she’s so adamant on making this point. She just knows that Lena and Nia, it’s— it’s wrong. She just needs Lena to see that too. “You can’t honestly— Rao, if you were going to marry any of us it wouldn’t be Dreamer, it would be—”

Her jaw snaps shut with an audible click that echoes through the suddenly silent living room.

Kara’s heart is pounding. Her fists are clenched around the corners of an unsuspecting throw pillow, her breaths coming in short, ragged bursts. She becomes aware of this, mainly, because of how conspicuous her own noisy exhales are in comparison to Lena. Lena, who all of a sudden doesn’t appear to be breathing at all.

“Who?”

Lena’s voice is barely a whisper. In the unearthly quiet of the loft, it feels deafening.

Kara swallows, sandpaper rough. Doesn’t answer. Can’t.

Lena’s gaze is so heavy it feels like a physical touch. “Who, Kara?”

“I—” Her voice cracks. She clears her throat, takes a deep breath. “I don’t—”

Lena’s voice is a lit fuse, a thunderstorm on the horizon. “If not Nia, then who?”

The tension stretching the space between them pulls taught, wrought as overworked metal.

The goldfish clock on the wall counts the silent passage of time. Twenty seconds. Thirty.

She watches Lena. Lena watches her. Her lips aren’t smiling anymore. They’re pressed together, braced and tight.

Every molecule of air in Kara’s lungs shudders out at once. Her chest caves, shoulders slumping. The thread between them snaps, disappearing back into the ether. “I don’t know.”

Lena’s eyes widen a little, then narrow. The line of her jaw hardens infinitesimally. “Well, then. Maybe you shouldn’t be in such a hurry to pass judgment.”

Kara nods, cowed. Curls in on herself, hugging the pillow to her chest. Nia’s quiz doesn’t seem so fun anymore. In fact, their whole evening feels sour, curdling rotten in the pit of her stomach.

The movie restarts. Lena’s gaze is fixed on the screen but she isn’t watching, not really. Her eyes don’t follow the action, don’t move, don’t even blink.

Kara watches her, throat clogged with the contents of her slashed-wide heart, afraid to set it free lest its welcome be less than warm.

They don’t speak until the movie ends, some bland easy-listening tune rolling over the credits. It’s barely gotten to the first chorus when Lena shifts, rooting through the blankets for her discarded phone and reaching for her purse on the coffee table.

Kara sees the dismissal, the looming escape, in the tense lines of Lena’s shoulders. Hears it in the fraught silence between them before Lena even says a word. “Well, I should probably—”

Panic flares hot through her muscles and suddenly, vicious as a lightning strike, the dam behind Kara’s teeth cracks.

“Me,” she interrupts, desperate and half-wild.

Lena freezes, halfway off the couch, one foot planted on the floor while the other pushes awkwardly against the couch cushions. “What?”

“God, me.” She doesn’t want to say it again. She says it again anyway. “Not Nia. Me."

Lena’s mouth falls open, a soundless breath escaping her. Her toes twitch against the couch cushions. “What— what are you saying?”

Kara takes a deep breath. The dam has cracked, now. Little point trying to hold back the flood.

“I’m saying, if you’re gonna take a stupid quiz about which of the Superfriends you should marry then the right answer – the only answer – is me.” Kara bites hard at the inside of her cheek. The sting helps to centre her, calms her rapid breathing enough to get the words out. “I’m saying that if you were to marry anyone, anyone in the galaxy, then I’d want— I’d hoped it might be me.”

For a long moment, Lena doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Only stares at Kara, wide-eyed.

Then, slowly, achingly slowly, she sinks back onto the couch beside her. Across the desolate chasm between their bodies, their knees brush. Lena’s voice is very, very quiet. “I’d hoped it might be you, too.”

Kara’s breath hitches. Lena’s eyes are so green it almost hurts to look at them. “Yeah?”

Lena’s mouth, always captivating, quirks into the beginnings of a smile so radiant it could outshine the brightest sun. “Yeah.”

Kara swallows. Snakes her fingers out to where Lena’s rest on the cushion between them, twining tight. “Wow,” she breathes, breathless and still a little disbelieving. “Wow. So, are we— are we really doing this?”

Lena chuckles, squeezing their joined hands. “What, getting married?”

Kara flushes, a heady suffusion of white-hot joy coursing through her veins. “I mean, maybe we could start with dinner,” she chuckles, and Lena nods. Kara tilts her chin until they’re eye to eye. Lets the last blissful secret of her heart run free. “But, one day? Absolutely.”

Lena’s cheeks flush a delicate pink, eyelashes fluttering. “Deal.”

It’s natural, then, the way Lena folds into her. The way their bodies slot together on the couch like interlocking helices, Lena’s head on her shoulder, arms around her waist. Kara encircles her ribcage in turn, holding her tight, peppering the sweet planes of her face with the lightest dusting of kisses. She revels in the softness of Lena’s skin beneath her lips, the way her cheeks heat beneath the tender ministrations into a blush Kara can feel against her mouth.

“I cannot believe,” Lena hums, knuckles tracing the planes of Kara’s stomach through her shirt, “that after six years the thing that finally got us to this point was Nia Nal’s taco quiz.”

Kara snorts, nosing into Lena’s hairline to inhale the warm untempered essence of her. “God, I know,” she chuckles, pulling Lena a little tighter against her. “We’re ridiculous.”

Lena hums, burrowing against her chest, and Kara thinks she could stay here forever quite happily, actually. That she might never need anything else again.

A thought strikes her suddenly and she tenses hard enough that above her, Lena does too. She raises her head so their gazes can meet, green eyes wide and apprehensive. “What is it, darling?”

“Did you choose salsa rojo or salsa verde for your tacos?” Kara rushes out, wide-eyed. “Because now I'm worried I made the wrong call, what if—”

Lena only laughs, and halts all further taco talk with a kiss.

#LOVE this concept love nia causing trouble for supercorp left right and centre #plot twist: nia designed the quiz specifically so lena would get her as a match; thus prompting jealouscorp and smooching #and that's why she may be my favourite character #ty for the prompt! hope you enjoy #and are having a wonderful day #asks #anonymous #dings dot txt #supergirl #supercorp #supercorp fanfic #kara danvers #lena luthor

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someone1348 · 2 years

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Punz and Dream Uhh I forget what letter is what so I’ll go A H K and Y

You've got it Kasey! @kasey-writes-stuff

Starting off with Punz!

A- Aftercare

-The King of aftercare after tickles!

-Not only does he already have water prepared for you beforehand to give to you after

-He will rub away all of the ghost tickles and will just hold you gently

-he's like a teddy bear

-he is the second biggest cuddler of the Smp (Karl being #1)

-He will make sure you have everything that you need, that you are comfortable, ect.

-He will put on your favorite show/movie anything you want really

-He will tell you how amazing you are and will constantly hype you up!

-He dropped this 👑 (Kasey put it back on his head :p)

H- Oooo Habits!

-As a Ler!

-He had picked up this habit of tapping against his Lee's ribs

-Just without even thinking

-You know when you or someone else taps almost drums their fingers on a surface while they are waiting for something

-It's like that he does that unconsciously

K- Killer Move!

-Ooohoo hmm I gotta think about this one

-I don't really know a whole lot about punz however I think he is definitely a teaser

-So I think his Killer move would be something along the lines of

-Him Whispering something like "You aren't Ticklish, Are You?~" and then automatically go for your death spot

-I feel like he's also one to give raspberries on your giggle spot/spots and then compliment your giggles and watch your face go red with a smile

Y- You/Reader insert

-I don't personally have any tickle thoughts about punz but im going to do a quick reader insert for you Kasey because I know you love him very much! (And for anyone else who likes Punz!)

-Imagine: It was a peaceful and starry Saturday night, you had been dying to hang out with your boyfriend Punz all day, however you had work and he was streaming for most of the time when you got back home to your shared apartment. You didn't complain though, you happily enjoyed the stream from the living room. He knew you were home, he heard the door open a few minutes ago however he felt like teasing you a bit so mid way through his games he said the word "Tickle" he also had his hand cam on so after that caught your attention every now and again he would subtlety wiggle his fingers over the mouse or his keyboard, no one else would know but you sure would! After he finished streaming he greeted you with the biggest smile on his face and a gaint hug to go with it! "Hey baby how was work?" You answered in whatever the mood was and he nodded along with you as you spoke. "I am so glad your home, did you like the stream?" His smile grew as you nodded with a tint of blush on your face. "Wonderful, I have something even better than the stream for you though!" He wiggled his fingers teasingly at you before smirking and saying "You wouldn't happen to be Ticklish, Would you?~" like he always does before holding you closer and tickling the heck out of all of your tickle spots leaving no ticklish spot untickled!

Next Up! Dream!

Woop woop!

A- Aftercare!

-Dream In either way, Smp or Irl I feel would be pretty good at Aftercare

-He's still figuring it out but he makes sure you are comfortable always, gets you water and whatever you need and is very kind

-He will tuck you in real nice and makes sure you get a good night's sleep afterwards if you are that tired/its late

-Has lavnder spray out and ready

-Sented lotions in your favorite smells

-He is a good man! And an excellent care provider!

-He will take care of you, he just wants to see you happy!

H- Habits

-Evillll /J /lh

-He has picked up a habit as a ler of blowing air to the back of your neck whenever you two are out in a public place or with his friends, anywhere at anytime he will do it

-it tickles like crazy and is like a warning signal that he is in a ler mood and will get you when you get home

-He loves doing it, its become such a habit

-He loves your reactions everytime and it just makes him happy

K- Killer Move

-Dove/Sleepy said Raspberries and I would have to agree @sleepy--anon

-I think another killer move of his though is when the ler shoots their wiggling fingers fast towards the Lee's worst spot and then stops just inches above it

-He repeats it over and over again until his lee is complaining

-Then if he is feeling extra evil he will ask for them to say the words "I want to be tickled"

-Do not underestimate him in ler mode

-George did once, good luck

-He's like a sour patch kid "Sour, Sweet, Gone!" /j /lh

Y- You/Reader insert

Same thing with Punz I don't really have any personal thoughts however I will do a reader insert because they are super fun!

Imagine: You were invited to join a Mr Beast gathering, Sapnap invited both you and Dream, everyone was going to celebrate and just have a great time, there were a lot of streamers, most you knew from the Dream smp and some new to you that you were definitely going to check out later, and the Mr Beast Crew! Everyone knew that you and dream were together so there were no questions, You were happy to be there, the food was good and the energy was through the roof, however there was a lot of people here and well, having lost dream in the crowd of people who were eager to meet him you felt a bit of anxiety. You tried to find a less crowded space or somewhere else to go but there was no where to be seen. Once dream spotted you and looked at the current situation he blew air onto the back of your neck and everything seemed to be clear once more. He took your hand gently and guided you away from the crowd and back to his car. You asked if we were leaving he answered, "I just wanted to get you away from the crowd for a bit, we can head back to the hotel though if you want" You shook your head no but thanked him for taking you away from there. He smiled at you before that smile turned into his more natural than anything smirk; "I also wanted to take you away so I can keep you and your giggles all to myself!" He wiggled his fingers teasingly at you before more gently this time, but quickly, tickling you all over your tickle spots. Seeing you happy made the entire trip worth it. Of course Sapnap had to later on ruin the tickling with a swift knock to the window. Dream jokingly rolled his eyes and rolled down the window, "what do you want sapnap?" He giggled as Sapnap replied with some equal sass "well excuse me Dream! Some people (the other streamers from the smp that were there) want to meet Y/N" Dream looked at you for conformation if you wanted to go, you nodded and the two of you got out of the car. "Oh and by the way Y/N, this isn't over~" he blew air onto the back of your neck again before running off ahead of you to catch up with Sapnap.

#k's headcannons #k writes tk things #dream smp tickle #mcyt tickle #ler!punz #ler!dream

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kimistorm · 3 years

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[Lee Felix] Leap of Faith

Fandom: Stray Kids

Pairing: [Felix x GN! Reader]

Warnings: fear of heights, jumping from high places (into water), mention of accidental death

Word count: 1.3 k

Requested by: AvatarKyarra on Quotev

Prompt: Lee Felix. "Why are you taking off your shirt?" and “Well, this is new”

“Lee Felix if I die today this is going to be your fault and you’re going to have to explain to my parents how you killed their child!” you howled into his back with screwed shut eyes as you clutched your arms around him in a nearly bone-breaking way.

“You’re not going to die,” he wheezed out after you knocked the air out of him and he awkwardly reached around to try and pat your head reassuringly.

That did nothing to make you feel better as you continued to screech as loud as you could, “I’m scared of heights you numb nut!”

“Oh.” His body stiffened under your grasp and became awkward, “well, this is new.”

“Even Chan knew about this!” you couldn’t believe this betrayal. Felix. Your boyfriend of over a year still didn’t know about your crippling fear of heights. Though, in his defense, the two of you haven’t gone to an amusement park or looked at the view from atop a building.

“Don’t worry, I’m right here.” He continued in his soothingly deep voice.

"But if you fall I fall!" You continued to shout, refusing to look down. How Felix managed to convince you to climb up this rock in the first place was a mystery to begin with. Okay, maybe not. You loved the human embodiment of sunshine and trusted him (almost) whole-heartedly. So when he asked you excitedly if he could show you something fun, you were quick to join him as he gently pulled you away from the beach where everyone else was playing and up a small trail. You didn’t even question it, especially since you could see his excitement nearly rivaling that of the shining sun beating down on the 9 of you. And when he pulled you onto the nearly car-sized rock, you assumed there would be more earth beyond it, just like the rest of the rocks the two of you had clambered across. So when the two of you came to the crest and you were met with the gorgeous view of the coastline to both sides and the blue ocean spanning to the edge of the earth, you screamed.

"We're just going to jump into the water," he tried to coax you in a sweet voice.

"What if we hit our head?"

"That's why we jump." He managed to pull himself out of your grasp so he could meet your terrified eyes with warm brown ones. "I'll be with you the entire way, it's fun. I promise."

"Nope." You declared and tried to back down the rock.

"Don't be lame (y/n)!" You heard Jeongin's voice scream.

"Then you get up here and do it!" You shouted back to the teen without looking to find him. You didn't hear a response, so you assumed he chickened. Serves him right.

During the whole exchange, you didn't notice Felix gently let go of you and only realized when you saw him with his shirt covering his face and his abs on full display. "Why are you taking off your shirt?" Your terror was forgotten for a moment as you became a little more than distracted by his toned body. Not fair, how was he able to make and eat all those brownies and cookies while still having a fit body.

"I'm not going to swim with my shirt on," he shrugged nonchalantly as he shook out his shoulders before extending a hand to you, "coming?"

"I can go first to reassure you it's not dangerous," you looked to see Jeongin's form climbing up the rock where you and Felix were standing.

You frowned at him, "you took great joy in pointing fake guns at Chan and Changbin." He merely shrugged. You were right.

"Well if both of you are gonna be losers, I'll see you later." He waved before taking a running jump off the rock. With a joyful woop and a cry of "cannonball!" You watched him sink to the ground before a loud splash was heard. There was only a second of silence before you heard his melodious laughter. Adrenaline junkies. The lot of them.

"Please?" Felix asked with puppy dog eyes that could rival Seungmin.

"No."

"For your boyfriend?"

"No."

"For your ray of sunshine?"

"No."

"For yourself?"

"Myself doesn't want it."

Felix let out a sigh of defeat, "all right.” He stepped away from the edge of the rock to hold your hand and guide you back down, grabbing his shirt in the process.

You didn’t miss the dejected lilt in his voice, though he was hiding it behind smiles and reassuring you that it was all right. You knew Felix had an adventurous streak and loved the thrill of doing something exciting, and he seemed so excited to show you. Felix would never purposefully do anything to harm you, and nobody’s gotten hurt yet (you noticed Changbin, Seungmin, and Chan playing around over there earlier). Plus, then you could rub it in Minho’s face. You needed to get even with him after he was a literal cat whisperer and was correct in pointing out the cat hiding in the bushes, even when you, Jisung, and Felix firmly believed against him. You steeled yourself and stopped in your tracks at the top of the small trail, causing Felix to turn around and look at you in confusion. “You’ll be with me the entire way?”

There was a pause of confusion before his face brightened with excitement, “we’ll jump together. I’ll make sure you’re safe, promise.”

“Okay,” you nodded timidly.

“But you’re scared of heights.” Felix frowned, he didn’t want to push you into doing something you didn’t want to do. Especially considering how tightly you were holding onto him earlier, he thought a rib was going to break.

“I trust you,” you added with a nod as you turned to pull him back up, “now let’s go before I change my mind. I really want to rub this into Minho’s and Han’s faces.”

Felix let out a laugh as his grip around your hand tightened, “let’s go.” Once again, the two of you clambered to the top of the rock and you refused to look down, opting to focus on Felix’s face (and abs) instead. “You’re sure?” he asked you one more time as he connected both of his hands with yours reassuringly, making sure to connect eyes with you and show on his face that he was 100% okay with you backing out.

“You can do it (y/n)!” you heard the reassuring cheer from Seungmin.

“You can’t do it (y/n)!” Minho antagonized immediately afterward.

“You can shut up Minho!” you screeched in response, not turning to look in his direction. “Just jump?” you asked for confirmation. You could feel your entire body trembling to the point where it was tingling, from your fingertips to your toes. Your heart was pounding loudly in your ears and you felt like your vision was tunneling onto Felix. Were you really going to do this?

“Yes.”

The two of you jumped.

You hardly got a chance to scream before you crashed into the water with a great splash. You kicked and rose back up to float as you choked out some water and pushed your hair out of your face. Your hearing was a little fuzzy from the adrenaline rush plus the pounding from your heart only seemed to get stronger and louder, so you didn’t hear the excited cheers from the rest of the gang. But you didn’t miss the bright smile on Felix’s face who was still in front of you just like on the top of the rock. “Not so bad, right?”

“Never again.”

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klbwriting · 3 years

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Unexpected Allies - Chapter 9

Fandom: Six of Crows

Pairing: Kaz/female!Reader

Summary: The Dregs finally have some bonding time but its ruined

Note: So complete honesty, the second song that inspired this fic makes an appearance in this chapter and its uh ‘I2I’ from A Goofy Movie so yes, you can all imagine my surprise when I heard this play for my kids and instantly said ‘the Dregs would love this shit’ and well, I went with it, also I think I used this gif already but I love it so its appearing again

Taglist: @amwitherspoon @mcntsee

Y/N spent the next day trying to catch up with everyone from her past, seeing old friends and even training the new Grisha that were volunteering for the army. It was refreshing after being forced to play a role she hated for so many years. She felt freer than she had in a long time and she felt herself coming out of her shell more. She struck up an instant friendship with Nina as the women trained the up and coming Grisha and she finally asked about Kaz's time in Ketterdam more. "So in Ketterdam you were a servant?" Y/N asked, staring at Nina surprised. "And I knew Kaz was in the Dregs but he wasn't the actual leader?" "I was an indenture," Nina corrected. "And no, Kaz was second in command to Per Haskell and well, I guess since Per didn't survive the assault Kaz is sort of in charge now. He probably said he was in charge to impress you." Y/N blushed and tried to brush it off. "I don't think Kaz goes around thinking about how to impress me," she said, sitting down at the dinner table with her plate of food. Nina smiled and shook her head. "Look, we all know that you and Kaz have a thing, Jesper can't keep his mouth shut, but we've all agreed that we don't want to say anything because no one wants to die by caning," she said. "So yes, Kaz Brekker thinks about impressing you, and apparently stalks you since that's about the 6th time I've seen him looking at you since lunch." She nodded her head towards the line for food where Kaz was standing. When Y/N looked and saw him he looked at Matthias as if he had been listening to what the giant was saying. Y/N shook her head and looked back at Nina. "I'm impressed that you somehow broke through that icy wall he has around him." "I don't think I broke it, feels kind of like I just found a small door and crawled through," she said. "I mostly just want him to be happy, well as close to happy as Kaz Brekker gets. Though I'm not made of kruge so I doubt he's that happy." "Who knows, maybe he likes you more than kruge," Nina said. Both women started laughing, drawing some attention to themselves. Jesper and Inej soon joined them with Wylan coming soon after. Matthias was next and finally Kaz. He approached the table and cleared his throat. Wylan looked up from his spot next to Y/N. "What?" he asked, noticing the murderous look on Kaz's face. Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled. "Move merchling before he gets angry," Jesper said, pulling Wylan closer to him. "I don't know how you tell...he always looks angry," the boy grumbled as he started eating. Y/N saw Kaz throw him a look before he started eating himself.

A few minutes into the conversation about the possible job that was going to be given to the Dregs Wylan threw a hand up and it smacked Kaz's shoulder. Kaz had let down his guard some, not really paying attention and didn't expect the interaction. He paled and felt a little dizzy for a moment, the world going a little fuzzy. He hadn't had an incident like this in a long time. He had come to expect the small bumps and touches from others and braced himself all the time for them. Now however, after the journey and him having held hands with Y/N last night, he had let down that guard thinking he was getting better, but this proved him wrong. No one else seemed to notice that he was struggling and he was glad, he didn't want them to see his weakness so clearly on display. He had to recover quick but at the moment he didn't know how, his vision wasn't refocusing and he could feel his chest closing, feeling sickness rising in him. "Kaz, listen to me." Her voice, he heard it in his head. At least he thought that's where it was. "Breathe. Breathe again. One more time. Now close your eyes and open them. Look at me." He did as she said and when he opened his eyes and looked at her he saw they were alone at the table. She smiled at him. "I told them you were still tired from the journey, they went to set up a fire circle for tonight, asked for us newcomers to join them." "Alright," Kaz said. He was still focusing on her voice, letting her talk and letting the sound ground him. From the way she was looking at him he thought that she knew what he was thinking so she kept on the conversation for them both. They wanted her to bring her guitar, wanted to hear her sing something. She hoped she didn't embarrass him with her song choice, it was going to be a silly thing she had written while in school. "Do you think you can stand and walk, they're waving us over now," she said. He hadn't realized it had gotten truly dark already. He was going to need to be better about keeping his guard up, he couldn't let something like that happen again. He nodded and stood, leaning more on his cane then normal. Y/N rose and kept a good distance between them, giving him space that he desperately needed and he appreciated her for it. They worked their way to the other Dregs and sat on seats around a roaring fire.

"Could have used your help with this thing Miss Inferni" Matthias said, giving her an annoyed look. Nina elbowed him in the ribs. "I could light your coat on fire if you really want to use my powers like I'm a trained dog," Y/N shot back, sitting down. Jesper had run to her tent and gotten her guitar. He sat down and handed it to her. Kaz sat down next to her and she felt his mood shift, his panic attack was over and he was back. He looked at her and nodded, confirming he was alright and she nodded back. "Play the song, I think we all want to hear it," Wylan said. The others murmured agreement and Y/N blushed. This song was so dumb and she was going to be mortified but she had promised. "Alright so remember I wrote this when I was around 14 so its going to sound like silly fantasy nonsense," she said. She tuned the guitar a little bit to make it sound brighter and started playing. It was more upbeat than anything she had played recently and she was really struggling with getting the rhythm down until she heard someone playing what sounded like drums near her. She looked up and Wylan had a bowl and some spoons and was making a beat for her to play too. 'Thank you' she mouthed to him and he smiled brightly back as he kept playing. She finally found the beat and started to sing.

"I got myself a notion, one I know that you'll understand To set the world in motion by reaching out for each other's hand"

She teasingly reached out to Kaz, a smile on her face so he knew she was playing. She expected him to blow her off, roll his eyes and look away, but to her surprise he actually squeezed her hand for just a moment before pulling back. She felt her heart do a little leap in her chest. It was one thing for him to touch her in private, where no one could see, but out here with friends was another story, he was comfortable with her and was showing it around others. The others didn't seem to notice as they were having fun moving in their seats, sometimes making wooping noises to the music as she kept singing about love saving the world. It was silly but it made everyone smile and that was what she was hoping to do. They deserved this time to bond as friends again. As the song ended they heard a mocking clapping from nearby. Y/N turned to look at who was ruining this moment and saw an older man who looked rough, and well, his eyes held evil in them, covered in a thin layer of cruelty. "That was lovely, just so sweet to see the Dregs back together," he said, voice light, like he was talking to old friends. Inej stood up, folding her arms. "Not now Rollins, we will speak later," she said. It clicked for Y/N who this was. Pekka Rollins. The man who had nearly destroyed Kaz. Rage roared inside her and she stood abruptly. She could feel the anger radiating off of Kaz next to her but he was controlling himself, biding his time.

"O, want to give me a private show little lady?" Pekka said. This brought Kaz to his feet. He had felt more then seen the rage that had filled Y/N when she realized who this was. He was practiced at containing his malice for Rollins but she wasn't. When she stood he stayed seated, hoping that Rollins would just finish whatever business he came here for and then leave. Apparently that wasn't going to happen. "What business?" Kaz asked like they were in Ketterdam again. He figured that's not how things worked around here but it would hopefully remind Rollins of whatever he came here to do. Rollins laughed. "Living in the past my friend, time to catch up. I just came to thank you Brekker, breaking me out of that Fjerda prison saved my life. If I hadn't be escaping I wouldn't have heard those Second Army shits talking about demolishing Ketterdam. Thanks to you I got most of my crew out, sorry about yours though, shame you couldn't get them out," he said. Kaz took a deep breath, remembering that his time to kill Rollins was fast approaching. He would do it in secret of course, take his time in the night and make sure that by morning the body would be unrecognizable. This mantra kept Kaz from striking the bastard right here. But it didn't keep Y/N at bay. Before anyone could react she threw a large rock right at Rollins's face, cracking him in the nose. Blood poured and he cried out in anger and pain. "You bitch!" he said. Y/N had a fireball in her hand ready to fire. "Leave now, your business here is finished," she said, becoming every inch the Darkling's second in that moment. Kaz could see her where someone evil, someone like him, could trust her, deep inside she was the same, she just worked to suppress those traits while he relished in them. Rollins took the hint and walked away, some of his crewmates coming over to help, glaring at Y/N as they left. Kaz and Y/N sat down again and they looked at each other. He was asking her to help him kill Pekka Rollins, tonight, without saying a word. She understood him completely and nodded. "Tonight," she said. He wished she hadn't spoken it aloud but it didn't really matter. "You can't kill him Kaz," Inej said. He looked at her with raised eyebrows. "His death is mine to collect," he said. "I call the shots for the Dregs and I saw when I take a life." Inej took a breath and he saw her change, her demeanor becoming one of a leader, ready to compete with him instead of work under him. "It doesn't work like that here Brekker," she said. "Pekka Rollins did get most of his crew out so our people from Ketterdam joined together, everyone was a Dime Lion or a Dreg and we were forced to become partners. If you kill Pekka Rollins then those sides will start infighting and this resistance already has enough of that. Leave him be, a Dreg cannot kill a Dime Lion." Kaz gripped his cane tight and stood, turning and walking a few steps. He stopped and glanced back, knowing that Y/N was following him. He let her catch up to him and they walked back to his tent. "I have a plan," she said as they entered. Kaz looked at her a little surprised and a little proud. "Let's hear it," he said. He knew they probably were thinking of the same plan but he would let her have the credit for it. "I'll get Rollins, if I had to subdue him I will but with how he looked at me I think he'll come willingly. We got out of camp and then you can have your revenge. I'll burn the body after. If he's found everyone will think I did it and after my display tonight I'm sure no one would be surprised. I'll make sure to distance myself from you and the Dregs out there, make sure they can't pin it on you guys," she said. Kaz smirked and nodded. Well, think you can work your magic in about an hour? Head out of the camp and go east, I heard there's a hut there for skinning animals, I think I'll borrow it," Kaz said, feeling the sick thrill of knowing he was going to do something truly horrifying.

#six of crows #kaz #kazbrekker #kaz brekker #kaz x reader #kaz brekker x reader #unexpected allies series

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spoondrifts · 4 years

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long post ahead I'm sorry-

crack au where Jonah Magnus is a good guy but everything keeps going wrong and he spends all of his time running around trying to stop his employees from diving headfirst into their Fuck Up™ of the week

in this au Jonah is almost entirely incompetent but he's got the exasperated parent thing down enough to make up for his lack of braincells

he's also at least 7% dumber than he is in canon

s1 Jon: please call pest control there are so many worms

s1 Elias: I already did

Jon: and??

Elias: they ate them

Jon: the worms?

Elias: the pest control guys. the worms ate them

Elias spends the entirety of season 2 desperately trying to convince Jon that none of them killed Gertrude (in this au Gertrude just had a stroke or something in the tunnels). Elias stops Jon from destroying the table but a week later something heavy falls on it and the NotThem escapes anyway. Elias bashes in Leitner's head with a pipe after mistaking him for the monster and Jon gets framed.

now Elias has to convince this hunter that Jon is innocent while Jon runs around and harasses various fear avatars (who are all very amused with Elias' wayward Archivist). Jon assumes Elias knows nothing about all this bullshit because Elias is just his weird and uptight boss who accidentally killed someone, he can't possibly know that there are literally fear gods ruling over them

olive ⚰ has named the group 'Avatars ✨'

JMagnus 👀: Jude please don't hurt him. I'll explain everything when he gets back to the Institute.

🔥: too late

JMagnus 👀: What?

🔥: too late

🔥: burned him

[JMagnus 👀 is typing]

JMagnus 👀: Where is he now.

🔥: going to mike

JMagnus 👀: Mike Crew???

🔥: ya

Elias RACES to Mike's house but he. he fucking misses them. the Beholding helpfully tells him that they're all going back to the Institute so Basira and Daisy can interrogate him, which isn't ideal, he'd really like to not go to jail, so he drafts up an employment contract on the way back and barely manages to escape the whole thing with his life intact.

then he explains everything to Jon because if Jon is going to end up being the Archivist, being uninformed won't do. Jon becomes the Archivist completely on accident and Elias is desperately trying to make all of this work because, haha, the Unknowing is coming up, and Elias is not in the fucking mood to deal with clowns.

olive ⚰ has named the group 'all that is terror uwu'

spidey🕸: lmfaooo jonah how do you make an archivist on accident

JMagnus 👀: He stumbled into it. All I can do now is ensure he doesn't die.

JMagnus 👀: Or get further injured by the rest of you.

🔥: woops

🎭: hEy gUyS lOnG tiMe nO sEe

🎭: gEt iT eLiAs

🎭: sEe

JMagnus 👀: Beholding puns are not amusing from a manifestation of the Stranger.

🎭 has named the group 'eLiAs bE niCe tO niKoLa cHaLlEnGe'

🔥: haha

spidey🕸: I'm sure Nikola will be on her best behavior

🎭: yEaH i wOnT kiDnAp yOuR aRcHiViSt

[JMagnus 👀 is typing]

mike n ike: hey guys what'd I miss

🔥: arent you dead

mike n ike: yeh but I came back

JMagnus 👀: NIKOLA ORSINOV WHERE IS JONATHAN SIMS

🔥: can't you see haha

mike n ike: heh "see"

JMagnus 👀: NIKOLA

spidey🕸: wow he must be pissed

spidey🕸: he left out the punctuation

JMagnus 👀: I WILL BREAK ALL OF YOUR PLASTIC BONES WHERE'S MY ARCHIVIST

🎭 has left the chat.

JMagnus 👀: what the FUCK

since he's still a coward Elias sends Michael to go fetch Jon, only finding out after the fact that he very nearly almost signed Jon's death warrant. Elias is now speedrunning Jon's development because fuck the Unknowing is coming up really quickly and Tim is a self destructive mess and Melanie keeps trying to stab Elias and Martin is a pining idiot and goddammit he didn't sign up for this

Elias prepares Jon the best he can for the Unknowing, because even though he knows the ritual will fail, the Circus can still cause a considerable amount of damage and he needs them out of the way.

the Unknowing happens. Jon ends up in a wack ass coma, Tim is dead, Daisy's in the coffin, and Basira is starting to look like the better choice of Archivist because jesus christ Jon has no self preservation instinct. Elias doesn't get arrested this time around but his ex husband starts coming by the Institute and fucking with all his employees. and the Flesh is attacking. jesus. goddamn.

olive ⚰ has named the group 'bully elias'

JMagnus 👀: Why are you all so mean to me? I'm arguably the nicest one here.

🔥: ur joking right

Peter Lukas: you're not nice you didn't buy me an anniversary gift 😢😢😢

JMagnus 👀: I was busy.

Peter Lukas: doing what

JMagnus 👀: Stopping the Flesh from destroying my Institute. Besides, you didn't remember my birthday.

Peter Lukas: you're 200 years old how could I remember 😓

helen!!!!!: We All Know I'm The Nicest One Here!!

JMagnus 👀: How did you make your text that colorful?

helen!!!!!: IDK

JMagnus 👀: Liar.

helen!!!!!: That's Literally My Job

olive ⚰: hey eli your archivist just woke up I think

🔥: ew why

helen!!!!!: How Delightful!! Maybe I'll Throw Him A Glad You're Alive Party!!

olive ⚰: should we invite him to this chat since he's an avatar now

Peter Lukas: no 🙅 🚫❌

Peter Lukas: I hate archivists 😤😤

olive ⚰: still mad about gertrude huh

🔥: were all still mad about gertrude

🔥: but jons fine once you burn some manners into him

JMagnus 👀: Can you all please stop hurting Jon? Or talking about hurting him? I would like my Archivist to not acquire any more scars.

🔥: damn

Peter Lukas: damn 😔

Elias keeps trying to teach Jon how to pick certain victims to feed off of because personally he has no qualms about feeding from innocents but Jon!! actually trusts him!!! so Elias doesn't want to push Jon into making decisions that will offend his moral sensitivities.

things are actually going okay for a while. Elias starts going home at a reasonable time in the evenings and Jon is actually getting some sleep. and then-

Elias is having a nice dream about Peter trying to fish Simon Fairchild out of a sky filled with eyes when he abruptly sits up in bed, wide awake.

"Ah, fuck," he says to Peter, who is laying on the floor where it is Lonelier™. "Jon's doing something stupid. I Know it."

Peter's mumbled "isn't he always" goes unnoticed as Elias hurries to the Institute, where he finds a fucking rib on Jon's desk and the coffin in the middle of the room.

Peter Lukas has named the chat 'archivists ruin my sleep schedule and my sex life'

JMagnus 👀: What the fuck do I do?? I can't go into the Buried! Why is Jon so stupid? I didn't know he had zero braincells when I hired him!

🔥: ngl why havent you fired him yet

JMagnus 👀: Beholding won't let me. We're all bound to the Institute.

🔥: F

JMagnus 👀: Why are there no Buried avatars in here? Please someone help me.

mike n ike: lol the buried is gross why would anyone go down there

spidey🕸: does he have an anchor?

[JMagnus 👀 sent an image]

🔥: is that a fucking rib

spidey🕸: wow that's not a good anchor at all

spidey🕸: he needs someone he loves

JMagnus 👀: Thanks. Gtg.

spidey🕸: np

🔥: are we not going to talk about his rib

🔥: how the fuck did he get that out of his body

🔥: yall

🔥: YALL

it takes three days for Elias to find Martin.

"Please tell me why the fuck you're dabbling in the Lonely," Elias says as Martin steps sheepishly out of the fog.

"Ah. Well. Jon can't See into it very well and sometimes we like to spice up our se-"

"Stop before I have to gouge my eyes out again."

"A-Again-?"

Elias drags Martin back to the Institute. Martin starts setting tapes on the coffin because "Jon loves these" and Elias starts bashing his head into the wall.

Jon climbs out of the coffin with Daisy and Elias almost considers locking Jon in his office so the damn archivist can't do anything else ridiculous. instead, Elias very calmly takes Jon by the shoulders, and shakes him like a rag doll.

"Stop fucking with entities, you stupid, stupid man," Elias says, shaking Jon more viciously now.

after several hours of breathing exercises Elias returns to his house and doesn't take his Sight off of Jon for the rest of the night, which is a fun experience for Peter when he wakes up and finds Elias' bloodshot eyes staring directly at him in the morning.

JMagnus 👀 added Daisy to 'archivists ruin my sleep schedule and my sex life'

Peter Lukas has named the chat 'archivist hate club'

JMagnus 👀 has named the chat 'shut up peter'

Peter Lukas has named the chat 'you love jon more than me'

JMagnus 👀 has named the chat 'I don't love either of you I'm heartless'

Peter Lukas has named the chat 'I want a divorce'

spidey🕸: jeez take your marital dispute elsewhere

spidey🕸 has named the chat 'lonelyeyes dni'

Daisy: wtf is this

mike n ike: it's a chat for avatars

mike n ike: and ex avatars ig

Daisy: didn't I kill you

mike n ike: yea

JMagnus 👀: Hello, Daisy. Welcome to the group chat.

Daisy: why is Jon not in here

Peter Lukas: because I hate him 😁

spidey🕸: Elias talks mad shit in here and Jon would get offended

Daisy: if you talk bad about Jon I'll rip your throat out

Daisy: :)

JMagnus 👀: Noted.

mike n ike: he's kinda rude tho

Daisy: I've killed you once

Elias' only goal now is to keep Jon and his assistants from pulling any more wild stunts without his supervision. his renewed involvement with the archival staff results in a few things he'd hoped to avoid: drink invites, physical contact (Martin is surprisingly quick to start hugging Elias once he realizes Elias won't stop him), and- shudder -feelings. because Elias genuinely cares about his staff and doesn't want any harm to befall them. especially Jon. Jon is his Archivist, the only one to ever succeed like this, and Elias will be damned if he lets anything happen to him.

"Why do you care?" Jon asks, once, compulsion thrumming like static on his tongue. "About us, I mean. I would've assumed you'd want to perform the Beholding's ritual."

Jonah Magnus attempted the Watcher's Crown once, when he was young and new. he'd brought his patron close, but not all the way through, and the backlash of power killed all the inmates at Millbank and severely crippled Jonah's connection to the Eye for months afterward. he grew to assume that the Beholding simply preferred the world as it was--ripe with fear for watching. it didn't need a ritual.

he instead dedicated himself to growing stronger, cultivating his Institute of knowledge, his stronghold. if he tore out a few people's eyes when he got too old, then, well, collateral. but he doesn't want the world to end, and knows now that no ritual will ever succeed unless it brings in all the Powers at once. and he doesn't want that either.

it's concerning to him that Jon seems to be collecting marks regardless. the only ones he's missing are the Dark and the Lonely, and Elias is determined to keep it that way.

he explains all of this to Jon who, to his credit, takes it pretty well. Jon is fascinated with historic life and Elias spends some time simply recounting tales of his youth, when he still bore the name Magnus.

they bond. it's good.

and one day Basira does a little too much research and discovers the dark sun waiting in Ny Alesund. she insists they need to go and see what's left of the People's Church, they need to ensure everything is taken care of. Jon is rather insistent too. and Elias wouldn't have been inclined to let them go, except Peter was finally home after weeks at sea, and it wasn't like Jon was defenseless, he could call Elias if anything went wrong...

so, very reluctantly, Elias gives them the all clear. Basira, Jon, and Martin head north, and Elias almost forgets they've gone when he arrives home and Peter already has dinner prepared.

Jon comes back marked by the Dark.

Elias curses himself, over and over, for being foolish enough to let them go, for not keeping a closer eye on them. he knows the ritual won't work unless a certain incantation is spoken, so he'll just have to keep world-ending written chants away from Jon. easy. and it's not like Jon will even get marked by the Lonely. Peter wouldn't.

(but Martin doesn't have the same level of control, and sometimes...)

it's an accident. Martin and Jon are testing it, pushing the boundaries, when Martin pulls them both into the Lonely. Elias threatens divorce until Peter caves and fetches them, but it's too late. Jon has been marked by all fourteen Powers.

Elias tells him, and warns him to check everything he reads.

helen!!!!! has named the chat 'apocalypse babey'

JMagnus 👀: How are you doing that?

JMagnus 👀: And the apocalypse is not imminent. I have the situation under control.

olive ⚰: ha yeah

JMagnus 👀: What do you mean by that?

olive ⚰: nothing

JMagnus 👀: Well, now I certainly think it's something.

olive ⚰: it's just

olive ⚰: don't you think it's kinda weird that @spidey🕸 has been offline for so long

🔥: thats weird shes always online

JMagnus 👀: Oliver, what are you implying?

olive ⚰: idk

olive ⚰: just weird, that's all

🔥: never good when the spiders are quiet

olive ⚰: hear hear

Elias gets a sinking feeling in his stomach, and beside him, Peter looks alarmed. meanwhile, in his flat with Martin making tea in the other room, Jon has a statement clutched in his grasp.

Hello, Jon.

I would apologize for the deception, but I'm afraid that's quite what I'm good at. I'm not one to monologue, that's more Jonah's shtick, so shall we get on with things?

I admit I underestimated Jonah Magnus. He's still remarkably easy to manipulate, but when he abandoned the Watcher's Crown ritual I knew I would have to take a different approach. The Mother is not so satisfied with the world as she may have insinuated. It is our turn to rise, Jon.

At the age of eight, you were marked by us. We sent you to the Magnus Institute in the hopes that a new Archivist would rekindle Jonah's desire to end the world. Unfortunately, it seemed as though he grew fond of you, and so we brought in a new plan. We marked you. One fear at a time. Jonah gave an admirable attempt at protecting you, but ultimately, he is an incompetent old fool, and I am a Weaver. Even Jonah Magnus dances to invisible strings.

Everyone underestimates a spider until it bites. Poison is poison, Jon, regardless of the medium in which it is served.

You will be safe in this new world. Martin, too. Perhaps even Jonah and his Lukas, if the Mother deems them worthy.

Now, please repeat after me...

Jon reads the ink scratched words, eyes welling up with tears and hands trembling, as thunder crashes outside and a howling gale picks up beyond the windows. Martin is shouting something, there's the crawling press of Elias' gaze as it rests heavy behind Jon, a silent observer. He can feel Elias' soothing presence, cool and calm in the raging storm.

Elias is still watching out for him.

Strings are wrapped around his wrists, jerking his arms up in a poor mockery of religious regard, strange hysterical laughter clawing out from his throat.

Jon's tears run red. Somewhere, Elias is still watching.

The door opens.

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rueren · 3 years

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3 𝓪𝓶 ~ 𝓡.𝓣𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓴𝓪

warnings : #none #this shits cute #swearing #sneaking out(?)

content: prev. established relationship. basically he misses you and you guys go out at 3 am.

word count : 2513

pairings : Tanaka Ryūnosuke x reader

Finally. Sleep at last. It took so long to go to bed; the anime you had been waiting for for so long had finally dropped its first season at 6 pm, and you binged your way through the whole thing. So by the time your head hit the pillow it was …. 1 am? Not too bad, you thought to yourself as your head finally hit the pillow.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Your brows furrowed, still groggy from sleep. That stupid tree branch. You knew you should've told someone that it's gotten dangerously close to your window. First thing in the morning, then.

Tap. Tap. Tap tap tap. It became more insistent. Your blood rushed to your ears. It's just the tree branch... Right? Remnants of sleep leaving your system, your nerves were on end. Slowly, your head peeked out from under your covers, twisting towards your window, without your body moving an inch. There seemed to be no shadow of anything, so you stood up slowly, and grabbed the bat you left under your bed.

You slid across the wall and made your way over to the window. Still, nothing could be seen from outside. Your ears filled with the sound of your pulse, you forced your hand to the latch that unlocks the window, and threw it open, and at the same time swung the bat out the opening.

“What the fuck, babe” a voice cried from the other side of the window followed by scuffling. Your ears picked up at the sound, and you threw your curtains to the side.

“Ryu?” You said exasperated, breathing heavy from the adrenaline. “What the hell are you doing here, you scared the shit out of me.”

“Answer your phone once in your life, and you won't get scared,” He heaved, hand over his chest, “I almost died, you know. Your damn bat literally grazed my lashes.”

“My phone…what are you talking about?”, you stomped your way over to your phone, “You never called me, what are you talking about…” 4 missed calls and 12 messages.

You turned around, sporting a guilty smile, to see your boyfriend staring at you, eyes sharp, and lips curled in a sly smirk. “Gonna say something?”

“You gonna come in or you want me to come out?” You avoided the question, rubbing your eye and pulling down your shirt over your pajama pants.

“Come sit out here with me, it's pretty,” he smiled, pulling his hood off. You crawled out your window onto the small sliver of roof, ducking under the branch that pressed up against your window. He held out his hand for you to stabilize yourself as you sat down beside him, tucked into his side.

You tilted your head back to look up at his face. It’s amazing how often it would slip your mind how good looking he actually was. His face had a tinge of pink to it from the crisp fall night air, his nose red from being nipped by the cold. Sharp eyes with stars dancing in them as he watched the night sky, his jaw just as sharp. With his chaotic personality, it was almost impossible to forget just how serene moments like this with him are.

He noticed you looking up at him, and hummed in response, squeezing his arm around you before running his knuckles along the bare skin of your arm. “Whatchu lookin at, huh,” his smirk replaced the calmer expression he previously had on, and you rolled your eyes and poked his ribs.

“So why are you here?” You quirked up a brow, “It’s the middle of the night, shouldn't you be home?”

“Yeah, but Saeko’s got friends over and they're so freakin’ loud I can’t even hear my own thoughts” He grumbled, his head gets thrown back and it thunps against the bricks of your house.

“Don’t act like you were even sleeping, you liar,” You laughed. “And aren’t you used to this by now? She's always got people over. You sleep like a log, anyway.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, “Okay fine. But do I really need a reason to wanna come over?”

“At 2 am, yeah.” Your hand cupped his face and his cheeks squished together. Even under the darkness, you could see his face go red, and not just from the cold. His eyes wandered everywhere but to yours.

It was cute, you always thought. How even after dating for so long, he’d still get bashful and turn into a blushing mess over the smallest things. Things you’ve done multiple times, he would randomly get flustered over. Hugs, kisses, small intimate moments. You fell for him more each passing day, if it was even possible to fall for someone that hard.

“Well, too bad. I don’t have a reason. I came to see you just because I can,” He puffed out his chest, and your hand slipped. He smiled, “I’m just that nice of a boyfriend.”

“You came here with no reason? Then what are we gonna do, stare at each other?”

“If you let me, yeah.” He said. Now your own face flushed. It didn’t even make sense how the same boy who would randomly get flustered over a hug coils say things like that with such ease. He didn’t even realize what they did to you, which made them affect you that much more.

“Oh my god, shut up,” You mumbled, shoving your face into your hands and falling into his chest. His laugh rang through you, shaking in chest, and his arms wrapped around you again, pulling you close out of the cold.

“You’re freezing, oh my god I’m so stupid,” He panics, and nudges you to move for a minute. “Here, take this.” He pulls off the puffer jacket he’s got on and draped it over you, leaving him in his olive green hoodie.

“You’re not cold?” You ask, pulling the collar closer to your chin. He shook his head, “I’m good. Got a shirt under this,” he motioned to the hoodie.

“Weirdo, who wears shirts under their sweaters,” you stuck your tongue out at him, and he flicks your forehead. He pulled your legs over his own, and tucked you back into his side.

A stray cat wandered underneath the lamp post across the street, no cars in sight. The silence was welcomed, both just enjoying each other's presence for a while. Your schedules had gotten really hectic, with his team going to nationals in a few weeks. You honestly couldn't have been any more proud of him.

“Just missed you, you know” He muttered. His temple rested against the crown of your head, tugging your legs even further across his own, hand on your thigh. “Missed you so much. Practice is a lot. I love it, you know that. The guys are all great, amazing. They all work so hard, so I can't just .. not work as hard as them, you know.” He kissed your head, and you look back up at him, your hand going to hold his.

“You’re doing so great,” a chaste kiss is pressed to the back of his hand. “You work so hard,” another kiss to his other. “I know everyone's so proud of you,” a kiss to his forehead. “And you have no idea,” to his cheek, “How proud you make me,” his other cheek. “Never wanna imagine my life without you,” and finally to his lips.

His hands seemed frozen in place for a minute, before going to the small of your back, pulling you in further. Your hands find purchase on the sides of his face, thumbs caressing his cheek bones.

You missed him. It's been over a week since you guys hung out outside of school, and even then it was cut short sometimes by practice. Not that you would ever hold it against him. He tries his best, he really does. His team relies on him. He relies on them. The way he is on the court - it's like he’s a different person. It’s all the best qualities of him brought to the surface. Determined, stubborn, loyal, reliable, uplifting. Everything you loved about him.

What felt like hours later you pulled apart, and rested your foreheads against one another. He smiled before pecking your lips one last time.

“Okay, I know what we're doing.” He smiled proudly. Your eyes followed him as he made his way to stand up on the small sliver of your roof on your side of the house.

“Going to sleep?” you said, as he held out a hand to get you up.

His head shook, “Nope, corner store.”

“What?”

“Corner store. You know, that place that sells buns and drinks and snacks and shit,” once you're on your feet, he hops over onto the tree by your room. You watch him, mouth still open in confusion as you watch him climb down. When he’s down on the ground, he looks back up at you, and beckons you down to him. “C'mon babe, come down.”

“Are you crazy, I can't climb down that thing.”

“Sure you can,” he says, grinning. “You do it all the time.”

“Not in this dark!”

“I’ll catch you, don't worry.”

Mulling it over in your head, you eventually rolled your eyes and gave in. “Gimme a sec.”

“Hurry up, baby.”

“Shh, not so loud!”

“Woops, sorry.” He smiled, a toothy grin flashing up at you, swinging back and forth on his heels. He whisper-yelled, “Hurry up!”

You ducked back into your house to check if your parents were still asleep. When you saw them snoring away in their rooms, you crept back downstairs to grab a random pair of shoes. Back in your room, you picked up the first hoodie you could find - Tanaka’s old one, all black with a red pocket on the front - and your phone and wallet. You scoot your way out the window, pulling it down without locking it.

Climbing down the tree was so much harder than he made it look. He stuck his arms out to you on the last branch, and you half jumped half kicked off the tree trunk. He caught you with little problem, and the two of you ran down the street light lit road, stumbling over your own two feet.

***

The fluorescent lights flickered. You grabbed the bag of chips from the corner and tossed it into the corner of the cart by your foot. Tanaka grabed another bag you pointed to that was out of your reach and dropped it on your head. You cover your head too late, and tilt your head all the way back to glare at him. In one swift motion he's grabbing your chin and leaning down to kiss you, tongue sweeping over your bottom lip once before pulling away.

Your eyes stay closed for a second longer than his ego should witness. Once they open, you can literally see his eyes shining and that stupid grin plastered right across his face.

“Push this damn cart, Ryu.” you laugh and turn around in the cart, so that you're facing him with your back at the opposite end of it. “I want candy.”

“Of course, what am I a heathen?” He shoves the cart and lets you glide for a while, your eyes widening in a plea for him to not let you knock into anything. “It’s not a 3 am snack run without candy, duh.” He catches up to the cart and stopped it before you rolled into a stack of toilet paper. He avoided the glare you sent him, and turned you guys into the next aisle.

You pulled out your phone to take a video of him studying the candy aisle, talking to himself. The second the video starts, you’re instantly reminded of the fact that you had to put your flash on earlier, and bright light shines into his face abruptly, ruining your plan. He covers his eyes before grabbing the camera and turning it to the two of you and a squeal leaves your lips. Cupping your chin again, he’s tilting your lips up towards him and right before smashing them to yours, the question leaves his mouth.

“This okay?” You nod, your stomach doing flips. He stays there smiling down at you, too long for your liking, and you take the initiative, grabbing the drawstrings of his hoodie in your hands and using it to tug him down to meet you.

You don’t see it but his eyes widen from the abruptness of it all. He may seem smooth, but whenever you one up him he’s flustered all over again. He recovered though, tongue sweeping over your lips, gaining access and then sweeping over your own tongue. He’s hovering over you, bent so far over due to his height. He’s got a hand holding the railing of the cart, so he doesn't fall over, the other’s got the phone still pointed towards you, and you can feel the light of the flash on the back of your eyelids.

You don’t pull apart until you hear shuffling from behind you, and you pull back long enough to see some dude trying to get by. You immediately push Tanaka back, who’s eyes flutter open, and see the dude glaring at you both. A meek “sorry man” slips his mouth and he turns to grab the cart and move you both out of the aisle.

Once you've both left the aisle you look at each other and muffle your laughs into your hands. Tanaka’s got the camera pointed at you, as you laugh in that sleepy state you're both in. He smiles as you cover your face with your hand stretched outwards to block it from the camera. He motions for you to come closer, and the metal bars of the cart digging into your knees as you lean over closer to him. Another kiss presses to your lips, this time less intense. Softer, loving, more meaning. He pulls away and looks at your eyes, your own mind still reeling from all of his straight forwardness today.

He pushed you both to the front to pay for your items, the cashier half asleep himself when he’s scanning your items. The walk back, he’s got his arm around your shoulder and holding your plastic bag with the chips and candy in it. You’ve got your own arm slung around his waist and you walk together, passing one of the drinks you bought between you two, laughing and talking about anything and nothing.

You’re talking about something that happened in your class yesterday, and he’s watching you, listening to you. But somewhere in your story, he doesn't hear you anymore. All he hears is his heartbeat in his ears. All he sees is the stars in your eyes, the way the light dances across your skin, the way your head tilts back as you laugh at whatever you were remembering.

You look up at him and your lips tilt up to the side, “Are you even listening to me?”

“Yeah, of course. That dude said something to Noya and he said something back and ... yeah,” He grabbed you down in a headlock, laughing. When you came back up you rip his beanie off his head and place it on your own. You stick your tongue out at him, before saying “Ugh now I gotta start over.”

“If it means I get to listen to your voice some more, I should just pretend I don’t hear you every time.”

“Lover boy,” You scrunch up your face and kiss his cheek, and he makes a mental note to not take back the beanie when he drops you off at home “Anyways, basically what happened was...”

And its this moment, at 3 am, on a deserted street, with you in his old hoodie and his hat, when he realizes that the only thing that matters any more is you. That he doesn’t do anything to fuck up what you two have. He can’t afford to do anything to fuck it up, because he knows this is it for him. You’re it for him. Always will be.

#🖤.kchan.writes #tanaka ryunosuke x reader #tanaka ryunosuke #tanaka ryunosuke one shot #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu tanaka

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thefishmongersdaughter · 4 years

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"999, what's your emergency?"

"Uh... well, this may sound a little stupid but... I seem to have gotten myself stuck."

What Jaskier failed to explain to the poor chap on the other end of the line was that he had managed to get himself stuck in a waist-height hole in a set of wooden stocks, wearing nothing but a set of frilly blue lingerie. The only saving grace being that he was still wearing the panties.

"If you could send a firefighter to this address, I would be very grateful. Just please make sure they have something for cutting wood..." he cringed.

Once the operator had taken his address and an embarrassingly detailed account of the situation, Jaskier hung up and popped the phone up onto the tabletop (thankfully in reach of the stocks). It would be a little while until the fire brigade arrived but it wasn't like he could really do much, besides maybe endlessly scroll through social media until he was rescued. But that would no doubt result in him finding some new post from Valdo Marx and it didn't seem particularly ideal; not when his attempt at a response had gone so wrong.

It had all started as a bit of a joke between himself and Valdo, seeing who could come up with the most adventurous tease to send to their shared Sugar Mama, affectionately titled The Countess. Valdo had somehow managed to suspend himself with shibari, the chestpiece designed to look like a crown. It was flashy, but safe. Jaskier was determined to do better, to be bolder... so he had ordered himself a lockable stock.

In theory, the top half of the stock lifted on a hinge, allowing the intended trapee to get comfortable in the middle hole before the top half was lowered and locked in place. And that would have been the case, if Jaskier hadn't lost the key and been determined to take the photo anyway; so he had squeezed himself into the hole, only to find that it is easy enough to squeeze your ribcage into something, but that once through, his ribcage caught on the lower edge and he wasn't quite able to pull himself back through. Leaving him trapped. In his lingerie. Presented for whoever first came through the door.

Marvellous.

At the very least, he had gained an exceptional set of photos to send to The Countess. He passed the time editing a few of his personal favourites on his phone; adjusting the contrast, blurring the background, highlighting the freckles alonghis shoulders. Embarrassing situation aside, he took comfort in the fact that he continued to look gorgeous, even when in mild peril.

A loud crash caused Jaskier to start, his ribs jarring painfully against the rim of the stocks. Another crash, a crack, and the sound of the door bursting open.

Well, here went nothing.

"I certainly hope you're the firefighter I ordered, otherwise this is going to be the easiest robbery of your life," he called back, unable to see the door directly behind him.

There was a huff of laughter and the most beautiful man that Jaskier had ever seen came into view. He was broad across the shoulders and chest, tapering pleasantly at the waist (which was directly in Jaskier's eye sight, and he mildly regretted that the stocks weren't set a few inches lower); when he crouched, Jaskier was greeted with a strong jaw, sculpted cheekbones, and the brightest amber-brown eyes imaginable.

"So, I can take a wild guess as to what happened here, but why don't you give me the rundown?" the firefighter smirked.

Jaskier pouted and made a show of wiggling about in his make-shift prison, highlighting the issue to the very handsome stranger. "I was very bad and lost the key..."

The stranger nodded slowly, appearing to take the whole scene very seriously. His gaze lingered for a while on Jaskier's chest, his waist, and Jaskier couldn't tell whether he was looking at Jaskier's body or the size of the space he'd squeezed himself into. He sort of hoped it was the former. As much as he enjoyed playing with The Countess, they weren't exactly mutually exclusive and there was something about this man that he liked. Maybe it was his eyes - such an unusual colour, like the last embers of a campfire.

"Did you get into this by yourself, or did your Dom leave you here as punishment?" the firefighter asked, deadpan.

"Myself... I'll have you know that I am exceptionally well-behaved and don't get punished often," Jaskier retorted. "So, don't worry. I'm not breaking any rules by calling for your help. And it isn't some sort of dramatic humiliation play. Trust me, the humiliation is very real and very much a turn-off at the moment."

Another chuff of laughter and Jaskier wondered whether it was immoral to lie to a firefighter... because the humiliation was melting away into a definite yearning. And christ he needed to get laid. He often developed strong attractions and crushes, but it had been a while since he had found someone quite so alluring. He blamed the lingerie... feeling pretty often led to him feeling horny.

"So... are you going to help me get out of this mess, Mr..." Jaskier prompted, looking for a name badge.

"Save the 'Mister' for your Dom, just call me Geralt."

"Yes, Mister Geralt," Jaskier winked, earning a raised brow.

There was a long moment where Jaskier was convinced that Geralt would just leave and claim that the call had been a false alarm or something. But instead, Geralt shook his head and smiled. He straighted his posture and walked around to the other side of the stocks, pacing back and forth. Jaskier couldn't stop himself from swaying his hips just slightly, but it seemed as though his efforts were wasted, given that Geralt appeared at his side a moment later with the key in hand.

"It was under the desk, behind your... belongings," Geralt explained, intentionally being vague about the considerably sized box of toys, treats and outfits.

"Woops..." Jaskier answered, genuine embarrassment mixing with the excitement and making his cheeks feel feverishly hot. "See anything you liked in there?"

Geralt didn't answer, simply undid the padlock at the side of the stocks and lifted the heavy wooden beam up so that Jaskier could stand. His back ached from the severe angle of the stocks and his ribs were bruised slightly on his left side, but it could have been a lot worse.

"Thank you, Geralt. I really do appreciate it," he offered, more sincere now that he wasn't in quite such an embarrassing position.

"No problem... and here," Geralt started, writing a number down on a piece of scrap paper before handing it to Jaskier. "If you ever get stuck in anything like this again, give me a call. If I'm on duty, I'll come and let you out. If not... well, then, I won't be legally required to remain professional."

Jaskier stared at the number for a moment, taking in the fireman's meaning. Then he gasped and looked up at him, a slow grin creeping over his features. "Duly noted, Geralt. Let's hope I don't get myself into any intentional predicaments, huh?"

"Let's hope," Geralt smirked, tipping a two-fingered salute as he walked towards the door.

The next time Jaskier set himself up in the stocks, he threw the key away on purpose.

#geraskier #geralt x jaskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #dandelion #modern au #firefighter au

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turtletimewriting · 3 years

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Logan’s Adventure- Go Forward

Summary: wouldn’t you like to know weatherboy.

Note: Sorry for taking a break but I’m back baby!

This is based on fluffomatic’s brilliant ideas of a tickle forest so go check out their art!!

The beginning!!--- Patton’s part

_._._

Virgil chewed his thumbnail before he heaved a dramatic sigh, “I say we just go forward. We know what’s going to happen.”

Logan frowned and looked at him. Avoiding his eyes, fidgeting, chewing his nails (though that was more an anxiety thing) and a faint blush. It all painted the picture of a lee who was very embarrassed to have to walk into the tickles himself. So of course, as his boyfriend, he should help him, “Okay then, sounds like a plan. You go first then?”

“What!” Virgil gaped at him, “You go first! Why do I have to go first!”

“W-well...” Logan stumbled, while not optimal, he could still fluster him this way, “Okay then.”

Logan breathed in wobblily and braced himself. He walked a fair bit until the long branches of the tree were literally sitting on top of his shoes. One more step and he would be tickled to pieces. But then he could also fluster Virgil. Hopefully... He walked one more confident wide step and....

Nothing. The branches stayed completely still. The slight breeze meant the feathery branches were always slightly swaying but nothing was attacking him. He turned to go taunt Virgil before he felt a swipe across the back of his neck. As he turned around, his back to Virgil, as he had a fantastic little idea.

While the imagination could only be used to its full potential by Creativity, it of course still relied on information and a basic fantasy logic. He knew the imagination was listening to him. While he definitely couldn’t command the imagination, he could at least whisper an idea to it. Whether it listened or not was another question. Meh, it was worth it to see Virgil all flustered.

“My friend over there is much more ticklish than me, his poor ticklish tummy is his ultimate tickle spot. I would recommend you wait and don’t attack me,” Logan whispered before turning to face Virgil again.

However, that did not stop the tree.

The feathery branches started swaying harder and harder, to the point it was clear this wasn’t the breeze. They swept around his neck and along his arms as they followed around his waist. It didn’t really tickle but just the suggestion had Logan smiling and flinching as he swayed gently right in the middle of the path, in the middle of the tree.

Virgil gave him a look, trying to seem cocky and teasing but the blush completely destroyed that, “Oh, how is it?”

“Not bahad,” Logan shouted back to him, really really hoping that the tree would go nuts at Virgil rather than him.

“Oh yeah?” Virgil tried teasing but Logan only threw his arms out to the side.

“Yeah, you can see me Vee. I’m not gehetting attacked that much. Just walk through. We bohoth need to get to the end,” Logan spoke faster and faster as the branches started tracing along his arms. Gritting his teeth, he made sure not to slam his arms down. He could not seem weak to Virgil. This was to ensure his boyfriend got all flustered and giggly. And the plan was totally working thank you very much.

Now Virgil looked awkward again and his nails found their way into his mouth again. He could never do any sort of admitting or knowingly getting tickled. He spun around like someone would come and rescue him but alas no one came. Breathing in, he walked up to the tree exactly like Logan did. The soft branches were swaying closer and closer to him with his steps. He paused once the branches managed to just about reach him.

“You coming Virge? I mean it truly isn’t that bad?” Logan smiled wider as it was clear the imagination had listened.

“Shut up! I’m coming, I’m coming!” Virgil shouted despite not being far from him.

“Well what’s taking so long? Are you nervous? It’s only some feathery leaves. Nothing too much, right? Oh wait, were you weak to feathers? Right? Like soft feathers that would tickle along your jaw and around your tummy and let’s not forget your...”

“Can you shut up!” Virgil gasped, burying his face into his sleeves. Logan smirked, his plan working flawlessly!

“Do you want to hold my hand?”

“No!” Virgil took a step back, “I know you! I know that look! You’re just going to... like get me!”

“I promise I won’t,” Logan lied.

“You will!”

“I won’t.” Logan held his hand out with a comforting small smile. The branches followed his every move but it seemed content just messing about with his tie and aimlessly tracing him. Slightly tickly but nothing worth his laughter.

Virgil groaned before taking his hand.

And immediately latching on to Logan’s sides with vicious scribbling.

“AAH! VIHIHIHIAHA HAHAHAHAH VIRGE!” Logan exploded into laughter. He tried to curl up but Virgil remained strong. He kept tickling despite now he could feel a couple branches poking around his waist and one annoyingly stroking along his cheek.

“Thihis is rehehe revenge!” He finally pulled himself together to declare.

“IHIHIH HAHAHAHA AHAHHAAAAAAAH! VIRGE! I DIDN’T HEHEH DO ANYTHINGGGGGG AHAHAHAHAA!” Logan thrashed around until he managed to awkwardly pull off Virgil’s jacket so the branches could actually tickle him. His tickling definitely faltered as he actually started laughing and batting away at the branches.

But he quickly got his revenge by stuffing the feathery leaves under Logan’s collar. A burst of feathers around his neck and them brushing along his ribs, one managing to poke around his belly. Logan gasped before just giving up and lowering into laughter in Virgil’s arms. Virgil was too busy laughing to actually even hold him up and they both fell to the floor in a lump of tickles.

It took awhile before they actually decided to get up and try to walk the rest of the path, “C’mon Virge.”

“Ihihi ahhAHAHAHA I’M TRYING!” Virgil yelled as he fell back to the floor in giggles as the branches feathered up and down his sides. Logan pushed away the leaves sweeping along his neck and pulled him up. Well... at least tried but Virgil unexpectedly leaned all his weight on Logan, almost dragging them both back down.

“I always seem to forget how useless you are with feathers,” Logan laughed off.

The only solution was to just grit their teeth and get through this. Logan managed to wrangle Virgil’s jacket on again, trying desperately to make sure no leaves got caught, but Virgil certainly made it difficult by squealing the second he saw Logan’s hand come near him.

Maybe riling him up and flustering him wasn’t the best decision? Oh well.

It took way longer than necessary to finally walk past that little patch of the overgrown tree. Once they did, and Virgil actually caught his breath, they both continued onwards.

Of course that didn’t last long.

They both stopped once they had very distinct tiny chirping. Almost like a cricket but more musical and tiny. There was nothing around them but walking away didn’t make the chirping go away. The chirping was still very loud and it was following them. Virgil frowned and went to ask Logan a question but froze.

On Logan’s collar was a tiny purple bug. It looked fuzzy, like a caterpillar, and seemed to be determinedly scuttering over to his neck. Virgil gasped and immediately slapped his hand into the bug. “What! Virgil?” Logan startled.

“You’ve got a bug on you,” Virgil explained with wide eyes. He moved his hand. The bug was gone. Or was it?

“Do you think it’s a normal bug or...” Logan mumbled with a nervous look. Virgil winced.

“I think it’s gone?”

“We should make sure,” Logan justified and started to mess around with his collar.

“Well do you feel anything?”

“No?” Logan shrugged and tried to walk forward confidently.

“That’s not helpful Lo! I mean if there were bugs in the trees then we could both be covered! Oh god, what are we going to do!”

“Let’s relax for a second,” Logan stopped him, “Neither of us feel anything on us and if we do then we can be thorough for looking for bugs. It was the one bug and this is the middle of a forest. It makes sense that there’s just bugs everywhere. We know about quite a few bugs from the doctor. We’re okay.”

They continued onwards, narrowly avoiding more tickle insects and Logan almost doing the exact same mistake with the same roses they saw in the garden. It was a brief walk before they were abruptly thrown out on to the bank of a river.

Virgil wooped as Logan confirmed that they were indeed right near the end of their own adventure. The map clearly showed that they just needed to get through the river and then a brief walk would take them to an obnoxious ‘X’.

Looking around, there was a sizeable sand bank before the wide rushing river. It wasn’t the fastest flow, but it would be challenging to swim through it. Not impossible but it would surely make them tired and therefore more likely to make mistakes and get tickled. There was a very shoddy little hut a brief walk away from them that looked exactly like the rundown shops along a seaside town. Tacky but he found himself still looking at the bright colours and massive inflatable animals.

“Right, I propose we assess the situation in front of us,” Logan stated clearly, making them stand in a two man huddle. Maybe it looked a little like a hug but it wasn’t like Virgil was going to ask him to stop.

“We’re almost at the end,” Virgil stated with an obvious glow of enjoyment and satisfaction.

“Indeed. It is also getting late but I propose we cross the river and then we sleep our mandatory 8 hours of sleep. That gives our clothes time to dry and if this takes a lot of our energy then we can rest.”

“I’m cool with that,” Virgil nodded.

“The shop over there has inflatables, a very obvious trap considering we already know about the jellyfish.”

“Yeah but do jellyfish swim in rivers?”

“This is Roman and Remus. Do you think they even care about the sanctity of scientifically factual animals?” Logan shuddered, Virgil laughed and kissed his cheek.

“Okay so we know not to get the inflatables. But I will say it does seem weird for them to lay such an obvious trap.”

“I agree but with that logic we could be here debating all day. What is also important to discuss is the clue you found. By passing through the river, we may end up getting the clue destroyed so we should truly analyse it.”

“Oh yeah,” Virgil said and he grabbed the note from Logan’s pocket and looked over the words again. Not that there was much to analyse:

The treasure is kinda smelly and gross but you’ll love it!!!!

Logan swayed on his feet with an expecting look, Virgil let him stand there in silence for a few more minutes before he released him from the torture, “Hey Lo, do you mind sharing what you analysed from the note?”

“Ah, of course Virgil. Well, very obvious observation, but this is clearly a note from Remus. You could argue that maybe it’s Roman trying to imitate Remus as some sort of plot twist. While that would explain the basic wording of ‘gross’ and ‘smelly’ but there was no way that Roman would butcher the English language and use so many exclamation marks.”

“What, that’s totally a thing Roman would do!”

“Actually no. Roman is in charge of every script and formal writing Thomas has ever done. These works may be dismissed if he made such a basic mistake of misusing punctuation. He now has the habit of everything he writes being very well written with accurate punctuation.”

Virgil nodded at that and decided to just follow his word, “Well do we know anything about the treasure from this.

“Basically, no.” Logan sighed, “I’m pretty sure everything in the universe has once been described by Remus as ‘gross’ and ‘smelly’. Maybe he applies those words more often to animals he likes like octopi and rats but then again I think Patton has also applied those words to particularly cute cats so that’s not something to really figure out.”

“So, long story short, the note is from Remus and that’s it?” Virgil raised a brow.

“W-well when you say it like that, then it sounds very basic,” Logan flushed as he broke their little huddle.

Clearing his throat, Logan stood tall again, “Now, let’s focus on the right now. How shall we cross this river?”

“Well...” Virgil looked around nervously.

“I suggest we could build a raft ourselves. I know how to build a basic raft and the forest would definitely have the supplies for it. Another suggestion could be we just swim across.”

“Just swim across! Logan, are you insane! No, no way. Even if the jellyfish are attracted to the inflatables, that doesn’t mean they won’t come investigate two random people swimming through their home. Not a choice. I think we should either build a raft or ask the shop guy how people cross. Surely they might have information?”

Logan nodded. That did sound like a good option.

AND THERE’S THE ADVENTURE!

This part of the adventure took: 42 minutes.

The total of the adventure: 1h 28 mins

So what should they chose?

1) Build a raft

2) Ask the shopkeep

#TicklyAdventure #Tickling #ts virgil #ts logan #turtle writing

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upthenorthmountain · 4 years

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Burning Bright

And this is my story for the @frozines zine! It’s set in my Flatmates universe, about three months after the main story. Enjoy!

Burning Bright

“Hello?”

“Kristoff, mate! I have some excellent news.”

“What’s that?” Kristoff said, and mouthed ‘Sven’ to Anna, next to him on the sofa. She nodded and put her head back down on his shoulder.

“Since we now live somewhere with a garden, we have decided to throw a BONFIRE NIGHT PARTY.”

“Yeah?”

“And the fifth is a Friday this year so it’s perfect. You in?”

“Sure, sounds good. I think we’re free.”

“What?” Anna said, sitting up again.

“Bonfire party at Sven and Jess’s. On the fifth.”

“Ooooh! Yes yes yes that sounds amazing.”

“Anna doesn’t think she has anything better to do so we might pop along,” Kristoff said back into his phone.

“Do you need us to bring anything?” Anna said, climbing half onto his lap and leaning so that her mouth was near the phone. “Like any food or anything? Or any fireworks? Or any sparklers -”

Kristoff leant back out of her way. “Well done, mate, you’ve got her all over-excited.”

“We’ll bring sparklers!” Anna said.

“We’ll bring sparklers,” Kristoff said into the phone, deadpan.

“Oh, awesome, I didn’t think about sparklers. Don’t worry about food, we’ll do the food. I’ve got a leaflet here from the fireworks stall at Tesco. Do you think we should get the Alpha Supreme Selection Box, or the Jupiter Mega Box?”

“I think those both sound too big for your handkerchief of a garden.”

“You aren’t invited if you’re going to be a big chicken party-pooper wet blanket. Anna can come, but not you. She knows how to have a good time.”

“Please don’t set fire to my girlfriend.”

“I’m not going to set fire to anyone or anything. Promise.”

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Since moving into their new house in the summer, Sven and Jessica had thrown several parties - a housewarming, multiple summer barbecues, and Sven’s birthday party, to name a few - and Kristoff knew what to expect. The firepit was lit in the corner of the garden, and had been dusted with a powder that made the flames change colour. There was a table of food just inside the back door, and coolers of ice and bottles just outside, as well as a steaming pot of mulled cider on the hob in the kitchen. Anna soon flitted off to chat with other people she knew, and Kristoff helped himself to a beer and a chicken drumstick and looked for a place to sit.

“So, when are you going to ask her to marry you?”

Kristoff jumped at the voice right behind him. “Sven, for god’s sake. And we haven’t even been together three months.”

“What? She’d say yes.”

Kristoff glanced over at Anna, sitting on the garden wall chatting to Jessica as she ate some corn on the cob. She looked up and caught his eye, and smiled; when Kristoff looked back at Sven, his friend was looking amused.

“She’d say yes,” Sven repeated. “Do it do it do it.”

“Shut up,” Kristoff said, mildly. “I’ll do it when I’m ready.”

“We’ve got ahead of you, you need to catch up.”

“We do not. The situation is under control.”

“Why wait?”

“Because proposing after three months is a crazy thing to do, it’s way too early -”

“- not if you know it’s what you want and you know it’s what she wants.”

“You guys were together two years before you got engaged.”

“Yes, but I’m lazy.”

Kristoff rolled his eyes.

“Whatever,” Sven said. “I’m going to start writing my Best Man’s speech anyway. And you can’t stop me.”

“Who says you’d be my Best Man?” Kristoff said, but Sven was already walking away to greet some new guests.

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“Fireworks time!” Sven announced, once most of the food had been cleared away and drinks had been refilled. “I have put a bucket of sand to put the fireworks in, right over there -” he waved to the bottom of the garden - “And I have already nailed the Catherine Wheel to the trellis post, and I have a taper to light things and a torch to read the labels, so if anyone has anything to say about my safety measures then speak up now or forever hold your peace.” He looked at Kristoff, who said “Do you have a bucket of water?”

“What? Why?”

“In case of fire. And to put sparklers in while they’re still hot.”

“Yes, sparklers,” said Anna, rummaging in her bag and pulling out several packets. “Who wants a sparkler?”

Sven had walked off with a martyred expression; he returned after a couple of minutes with a bucket of water, which he placed at Kristoff’s feet.

“I will take a sparkler, thank you,” he said. “You know,” he added to Kristoff, “You can be a right royal pain in the backside.”

Anna handed Kristoff a sparkler, and lit hers from the firepit, then used it to light Kristoff’s. He lit Sven and Jessica’s while Anna made cheerful hearts and stars in the air.

Sounds like someone doesn’t want to be my Best Man after all, Kristoff so nearly said, before remembering that Anna - among other people - was within earshot. What would Anna say? It was niggling at him now, now that Sven had brought it up. He’d been happy enough just to be with Anna, but now - he wanted to know what she would say, if he did ask. Damn you, Sven, he thought.

Anna drew a heart around his face with the last bit of her sparkler, dropped it in the bucket of water, and pulled him down by the shoulders so that she could kiss him.

“Stop looking so grumpy,” she said. “It’s a party.”

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The box of fireworks contained a selection of Roman Candles in different colours. Sven held each one up and read out the name to cheers from the spectators (“This one is called Meteor! This one is Vesuvius! This one is called Golden Showers, I swear to God that’s what it says, look if you don’t believe me.”). There were also a few rockets, which had to be stuck into the bucket of sand very carefully, and then zoomed off into the sky to explode in a handful of coloured sparks.

Anna had started stamping her feet to keep warm, so Kristoff opened his coat and hugged it round her. “Does my hair smell smoky?” she said, snuggling back against him.

“Little bit. But it’s a nice smell.”

“Mm. A nice autumn-y smell. Ooh! That one was nice - can we go to the display in the park tomorrow?”

“Sure, if you like.”

“Last year they had doughnuts. I went with some people from work. Ooh!”

Kristoff kissed the top of her head. “Elsa not a fireworks person?”

“I know you’ve never met her, but I feel like you should know by now that no, Elsa is not a fireworks person,” Anna said.

“And now!” Sven announced, “The grand finale! The pièce de résistance - the Catherine Wheel. Behold!”

He lit the touchpaper carefully, and ran back to the patio by the house. The touchpaper burnt, and lit the whole wheel, which gradually started to turn. Everyone cheered.

But after a moment, the wheel ground to a halt. Flames were still spurting out of the sides, and there was starting to be an unmistakable smell of burning wood.

“Mate,” Kristoff said. “Mate, I really think -” There were now definite flames that were separate from the firework.

“The trellis has caught,” Sven said, “Shit -”

But Anna was already running past them, grabbing the bucket, and hurling the contents at the trellis. The cold water hissed into steam as it put out the fire, but with rather more of a clunking, crashing noise than she had expected.

They all stared at the smouldering trellis for a moment. Sven cleared his throat.

“Firstly, Anna, thank you,” he said. “Quick thinking there. Secondly…”

Anna looked at the bucket she was still holding. It was not the one Sven had filled with water earlier; it was plastic, and rectangular, and, well, insulated.

“Secondly,” Sven continued, “That’s actually the cooler and you’ve just thrown all the beer halfway down the garden.”

“Woops,” Anna said.

“Good job there’s plenty more in the fridge,” Jessica said briskly. “Thank you, Anna.”

“Thank you, Anna,” Sven said. Then he nudged Kristoff in the ribs. “Looks like we didn’t need your bucket after all.”

#kristanna #zine #flatmates #modern au #fanfic #fanfiction #bonfire night

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epicstuckyficrecs · 4 years

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Weekly Recap | March 30-April 5

Out of self-isolation, woop woop! Also a first for me, there’s a podifc on the recap for the first time!

Complete

💙 [Podfic] If They Haven't Learned Your Name by quietnight/ @quietnighty (Post-WS | Podfic lenght: >10h | Not Rated): aka Steve and Bucky's Global Honeymoon Revenge World Tour.

in the heat of the moment by Deisderium/ @deisderium (ABO, Pre-TFA | 9K | Explicit): In which Steve presents very late as an omega. Bucky isn't supposed to go see him, but when has he ever done what he was supposed to do where Steve is concerned? (Part 1 of would smell as sweet)

💙 good on my own (needed me) by mcwho (Modern AU | 12K | Explicit): There are some mistakes that could be made by anybody. Anybody. Bucky taught high school pretty much his whole life, and that was fine, those were kids, and he knew all of them anyway, which meant there was very little chance of him accidentally fucking any of his students during an impulsive post-marital-breakdown Grindr hook-up. Which is exactly what he had done with Steve.or: bucky has not let steve rogers fuck him since his sophomore year (Part 1 of himbo-verse)

cheffing and sabotage by mcwho (Modern AU | 3K | Explicit): "So,” Steve says conversationally. “That’s a yes on the olive oil. For lube purposes.” Part 2 of himbo-verse

Brooklyn by togina/ @toli-a (Post-WS | 8,7K | Teen): "Captain America, what's your stance on gay marriage?" Everyone knows that, by now. Everyone but Bucky.

Poise and Rationality (Have Nothing to Do with Steve Rogers) by romanticalgirl (Canon-verse | 1K | Teen): Steve does something stupid.

💙 bullet in a gun (but in the end, my time will come) by voxofthevoid/ @voxofthevoid (Post-Endgame, Canon-divergent | 25K | Explicit): Post-Thanos, Bucky Barnes has happily settled into a life of peace and pining. That’s when alternate versions of the best friend he’s secretly in love with start showing up.

💙 Two Colors, White and Gold by Carelica (Canon-Divergent | 36K | Explicit): He’s here, he’s alive. His hand is on a tree.

Never go to bed alone when you have a library card by relenafanel/ @relenafanel (Library AU | 5K | Teen): Tall, blond hottie (in a sweater) was back, staring at the wall of new and popular titles with a thoughtful expression on his face. He came in every Tuesday night like clockwork, read through the summaries on the back of a handful of books with his profile turned just enough towards the front entrance that Bucky could see the slope of his nose and take joy in watching those arm muscles minutely flex as he shifted the book in his grasp.

💙 Like it’s the Only Thing I’ll Ever Do by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3 (ABO AU | 39K | Explicit): When Steve opens the door, Bucky feels like he’s been living in clouds for the past few days, maybe even his entire life. Steve is life, Steve is happiness, Steve is the sun. He has such a visceral reaction to seeing the Alpha that he feels his knees go weak, feels his body draw tight towards the other man, pulled in. Or big Alpha Steve moves into sweet little Omega Bucky’s apartment building and a roller-coaster build of a romance ensues.

lay all your love on me by chilibabie07 (Canon | 1,4K | Mature): Bucky wakes up to an empty bed and goes to look for Steve so he can be cuddled.

WIP

Baby, you could be the death of me by SinpaiCasanova (Werewolf Steve, ABO AU | 1/2 | 3K | Explicit): It’s strange for him to consider that fate or the universe–whatever is driving this compulsion, really–needs Bucky here for some reason or another, but he’s passed by these woods at least a thousand times before on his way into town, and each time his eyes drifted toward the trees, his heart would give a restless tug against his ribs like an excited dog on a leash. Eventually, the call became too much for him to ignore, and so here he is, surrendering himself to the woods and praying like hell that he doesn’t end up in the belly of a beast by daylight.

The Mnemosyne Project by onymousann (Post-WS | 11K | 4/? | Explicit): Someone’s trying to talk to the Winter Soldier. Steve intends to find out who. (Part 2 of ocean eyes)

💙 How to Fuck With (and Feed) Your Soulmate by BlueSimplicity/ @bluesimplicity73 (Soulmate AU, Shrunkyclunks | 11/? | 65K | Explicit): It’s called the Grey Space; a patch of skin marking you as blessed and the first sign you have a soulmate. Steve Rogers didn’t have one when he crashed into the ice. But he did when he woke up in the future. The second sign is the Sense, a sharing of one the senses to help soulmates find each other. Steve’s Sense, taste, is rare, but he loves a challenge and a soulmate is a gift from the Fates. Except instead of a blessing, it’s a curse, since his soulmate is a dick. Bucky Barnes loves food and a homecooked meal is something he cherishes. When his Grey Space starts to itch, Bucky can’t help his excitement, since the Sense he and his soulmate share is taste. But not for long. Whoever he’s bound to has the blandest diet in the world, ignoring all Bucky’s messages. After weeks of putting up with tasteless food, Bucky decides to strike back.

Re-Read

We're All Stupid When We're Hurting by Taste_is_Sweet/ @taste-is-sweet (Post-WS | 8K | Teen): Bucky had completed missions while in more terrible pain. It was amazing what you could push through when the punishment for failure was so much worse. But he hadn't needed to do that for over a year now. He'd gotten used to not being in pain, remembered what it was like to be human. He knew no one would ever put him in the chair again. He knew he was safe here. He knew Tony could fix his arm without hurting him. Of course he did. But it didn't make a damn bit of difference to the terror that shook him like a dog at just the thought of sitting down and stretching his arm out for Tony to fuck with. Might as well stretch out his neck to have his throat slit. Hell, that'd be easier.

💙 we gotta let go of all of our ghosts by hitlikehammers (Post-WS | 8K | Mature): It’s just hard, really, if he’s honest: this time, more than the first, here in a new millennium, having found Bucky again against all odds, in a time where there was hope, where they could have been… Well. It’s just that it’s bad enough to come in second place to a Stark once in his lifetime. But twice might just be more than Steve can bear.

The thing that drives the wolves away by caughtinanocean/ @wintergaydar (Post-WS | 7,8K | Teen): The thing about Bucky these days is that, while he might be a semi-mythical assassin, he's also vulnerable—the kind of vulnerable that makes total strangers want to drape a blanket over his shoulders and take him to safety. The problem is, of course, that Bucky is already safe.

#stucky #stucky fic #stucky fanfic #stucky fanfiction #stucky fic rec #weekly recap

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