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ieatstarsforaliving · 6 months

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The Set-Up for Chapter 4 (3)

Summary: Hazel is really bad at lying. Especially to you.

Pairing: Spider-Woman!Hazel Callahan x Classmate!Reader

Warnings: Mature language, use of (Y/N), mentions of violence and death, I don't know what else honestly it's like 2 AM

Word Count: 4244

Note: I know it's been a while, my bad- turns out this whole university thing actually needs my time and effort to pass or something idk. Anyways, this chapter is lowkey kind of boring cause it's the set-up for the fun upcoming action-filled bloody chapters so just bear with me. But since I was gone for a while this is extra long... at least for me. Next fic is chapter 2 of The Grief We're Given so enjoy the lighthearted fic for now... also am lazy so this is unedited LMAO so it might be bad idc - Bia <3

“(Y/N), I know this may come off as a shock, but I love you too much to hide it from you anymore. I’m actually… the Spider-Woman!”

PJ dramatically pulled off the red mask from her face, striking a pose, earning a laugh from Hazel.

The trio were putting away the equipment they used for the Fight club after all the other members had left the gym— and by that it meant Josie and Hazel were putting away equipments while PJ thought it was a fun idea to dig through Hazel’s backpack to pull out her Spider-Woman mask, put it on, and start doing cartwheels and other nonsense around the gym floor.

“Okay, why don’t you actually help us clean up, PJ,” Josie complained, folding up the floor mats, “Instead of blowing Hazel’s cover?”

“Fine,” PJ rolled her eyes before throwing the mask back to Hazel, who caught it reflexively just as it was about to hit her face. “But even if anyone saw me with the mask, it’s not like they would believe any of us losers could possibly be the amazing Spider-Woman.”

PJ threw a playful grin at Hazel who folded the mask and hid it in her backpack. PJ had been begging her to reveal her superhero identity for a while, saying that it would raise all of their social levels right to the top. Josie, in reverse, begged Hazel not to reveal her identity, especially given the risks involved.

“But what if you just told (Y/N)? Then, she’ll fall in love with you, then automatically she’ll hang out with us more, and by association she’ll bring Isabel and Brittany with her!” PJ argued, still unwilling to drop the topic.

“Yeah, and then the next villain that wants to kill Hazel will take the people she loves as hostage,” Josie warned. “In fact– I know we’ve been doing the self-defense club for a while and it’s been going pretty well so far, but Hazel has exposed herself way too much.”

PJ groaned, indicating her impatience with Josie’s cautious approach. “Okay what part of this is too much? All Hazel’s doing is lightly punching and kicking a bunch of girls.”

“Was it the backflip?” Hazel chimed in.

“Yes, it was the backflip!” Josie blurted. “And we can’t keep saying ‘there’s all sorts of people who teach you stuff in juvie’ as an excuse anymore.”

“But the club is working!” PJ insisted, flailing her arms towards the gym. “Girls are actually acknowledging us in the hallways, I’ve gotten 3 high fives just this afternoon, and girls– the hot ones know our names. And also Female solidarity and whatever. The club is working!”

“I know. I feel like if we keep it up, you guys might actually be able to take down some crime in the area.”

“No, if we keep it up we can put our fingers inside of each other, grow up, Hazel.”

Josie crossed her arms. “Whatever. It’s your call.”

“I do feel like people are liking more than just the hitting and the tackling part of the club.”

The club had moved onto catfights on the gym floor, and it was no secret to Hazel that she always looked forward to these training sessions, particularly when it came to her interactions with you. All the punching, kicking, and rolling around the floor was more than what Hazel believed she deserved, but she couldn’t help but crave a deeper connection with you. And the weekly lunch meetings to make the ‘women murdered in history’ project weren’t exactly enough to get to know each other.

PJ shrugged. “Yeah, I know, we’re empowering them. Duh.”

“No, I mean, seriously, to have a safe space like this, it means a lot to people, and I think if we took some time to spend a meeting and actually get to know these girls, like, it would be really important instead of just…” Hazel pictured the time you were on top of her, pinning her down with your feeble strength, bodies pressed close– so close– as you grappled each other on the floor, listening to the chants and cheers of the girls circling around. Her voice trailed off. “...sweating on them.”

PJ and Josie paused, then looked at each other with an incredulous smile.

“Hazel, that is… genuinely a brilliant idea.”

“I love talking about my trauma.”

Hazel squinted. “That’s not really–”

“-I literally jack off after every single therapy session. It just makes girls weirdly horny.”

Josie shook her head. “Don’t say ‘girls’. It’s just you.”

“Okay!” Hazel interrupted, fearing someone walking in midst of the conversation that turned weird thanks to PJ, as always. “I’ll just email the group about our next meeting.”

You walked into the gym with an excited grin. Fight club was the one thing you looked forward to in school nowadays— it was the only place you felt truly safe and comfortable, with only girl members (minus Mr. G, but he was an ally) who cheered you on with every weak punch that you threw.

Hazel noticed you walking in and waved to you, and you noticed that the format of the club had changed today. Everyone was sitting in a circle, like one of those sharing sessions in kindergarten times. You joined the circle in between Krystal and Hazel, who grinned like an idiot when you sat beside her.

“What’s going on?” You whispered to her, but Josie answered your question.

“So, we know that this club has been a place where we can feel empowered physically, but we also thought it could be a safe space and a place where we can open up and talk about our feelings.”

You nodded along as the girls began to talk about themselves— Sylvie with her stepdad, Stella with her stalker, and Brittany with her jewelry business— and you realized that although you had been fighting each other for a while, you never knew that much about the girls. You listened tentatively to each of their stories, but to your honesty, you were quite distracted by your project partner, who kept opening her mouth, then closed them continuously. She seemed to be contemplating whether or not to open up. Your curiosity piqued, and when your eyes met with her’s, you encouraged her with a supportive look.

Hazel smiled at your aid. She didn’t really know how to talk about the biggest secret that she held about her superpower, but your expression was so supporting– too supporting, that she found herself speaking out.

“Well, ever since…” Hazel began, her mind racing to find the right words.

I’ve been bitten by a radioactive spider,

“...My parent’s divorce,”

I’ve been doing this, like, superhero stuff after school. I don’t even know if I’m doing this right, you know?

“My mom’s been doing this, like, mid-life crisis. I don’t know how that’s sitting with me, you know?”

And it’s just me swinging through buildings and beating criminals up and handing them over to the police who hate me because I’m a faceless vigilante but the entire neighborhood depends on me because some of these criminals are genuinely insane. I’ve broken bones, I’ve fallen through roofs, I got impaled once, that was fun— and it just feels so incredibly amazing but so burdening, all the same time.

“And it's been really really dark.”

She took a glance at you, who was nodding through her words, returning her gaze with tender understanding.

“This has just been really meaningful to me to, like, get to know some new people-”

(Y/N).

“-Who actually wants to, like, get to know me.”

You felt a surge of empathy for Hazel. You could hear the vulnerability shining through her words— it must have been hard to find good friends after experiencing such hardship. You couldn’t help but come to admire her even more.

You raised your hand. “And I just wanted to say that I think it’s very hard to find a good and safe community in school for girls, and I’m really grateful to Hazel for founding this club,” You gushed. “It's really brave of you— and your friends— to take your past and turn it into something so amazing for us. So, thank you.”

Hazel grinned like an idiot, fidgeting with her hair as her face burned up.

“Get a room, you two,” PJ intervened with a smirk. “But seriously, I just want to circle back to what Brittany was saying–”

“-I would like to go next, if that’s okay.” Josie raised her hand.

PJ was obviously discontented, but Josie started anyway.

“I don’t really like talking about juvie and everything that happened over the summer, um, you know, we get a lot of props or whatever cause people think it's so badass, But, really wasn’t. I mean, unless you consider getting hazed horrifically every single night, like, badass. I mean, obviously, you know, we had to survive the tributes, and you know, I did have to, like, fight people basically every single night. People were betting on us and we were given shivs and rusty pocket knives and splintered wood and, um, pipes as well.”

Hazel furrowed her eyebrows. No one’s going to believe this, She thought, turning to look at Isabel—

–Who had the most distressed look on her face?

Oh, Hazel blinked, shocked that Josie’s improvised monologue is working. There were almost tears glistening in Isabel’s eyes. She assumed Isabel to be the only one, then she turned to look at you— and your hand was on your mouth, eyes filled with woe.

“And we had to just like, fight people, sometimes to the death,” Josie added.

Hazel frowned. This wasn’t good.

Josie continued.

“And I still hear their screams at night and that guilt probably will, like, always shackle me forever. And sometimes people still try to attack us in the streets for revenge, or try to blackmail us into doing bad things with them, but I realize now, I don’t have to be that person anymore. We don’t have to be like that anymore. We don’t have to just let things happen to us. Because of you guys. And I am just really grateful for what the club has become and… just especially, you know, from where we started and, uh…”

Hazel’s eyes were leaping out of her face as she gestured to Josie to tone it down. She frantically shook her head, indicating that Josie’s speech had much more effect than she thought it would.

“Yeah, sorry,” Josie caught on, ending her facade quickly. “I feel like I kinda killed the vibe. I’ve never really, I guess, said that to anyone before, sorry.”

There was a silence that Hazel felt the need to break. This was bad– she knew Josie liked talking about her trauma, but she didn't expect Josie to make up the most devastating, hunger-games type of trauma in front of you.

“But juvie also wasn’t that bad,” Hazel blurted. “I mean it’s probably way less scary than adult prison, and it really builds character–”

You turned to look at Hazel who was rambling about the positive effects of juvie. Your heart broke at the sight of panic on her face– how harsh were the conditions of juvie that Hazel felt the need to protect her trauma?

Josie cut in. “Yeah, okay, people wanna wrap up maybe or…”

“I’m going through a divorce.”

Everyone turned to Mr. G.

“Whoo! That shit felt good to say.” Mr. G beamed, his leg stretched out as a free spirit. “Whoo, I tell y’all. Men… men need therapy.”

Josie stood up. “Yeah… I think that’s a good place to maybe wrap up.”

“What was that?” Hazel asked.

Josie shrugged, putting on her jacket. “I don’t… I don’t really–”

“-I mean, you were just bullshitting from A to Z with no breaks in between. I didn’t know you were such an actress, Josie.” PJ laughed, playfully shoving Josie’s shoulder. “You should think about that, for your future career.”

Hazel did not laugh. “Josie, you were the one who told me not to be ‘too much.’”

“I don’t think it was too much. I think it was the exact amount of oomph we needed as a group.” PJ grabbed her shoes from the floor. “It made us look vulnerable but also tough.”

“I don’t think (Y/N) was thinking that.”

“Okay, How do you know what (Y/N) was thinking?”

“I don’t, but I could see her–”

“-Maybe she’ll tell you herself,” PJ said, pointing behind Hazel.

Hazel spun around to see you walking towards her. She immediately straightened herself, touching up her hair as you waved to her.

“Hazel.”

Hazel gulped in response.

“So, I was wondering if you wanted to finish the project today?” You asked, giving a shrug. “If you’re not busy. I know you’re always kind of busy and that’s why we just always did our project during lunch, but–”

“-I’m not busy!” Hazel exclaimed, before mentally slapping herself for being too eager. “I mean, today sounds good. Today is perfect.”

“Okay!” It was your turn to be eager, giving a nod before pointing to the girls locker room. “I’ll just get my bag, and I’ll be right back.”

As you slipped into the locker room, PJ and Josie slid towards Hazel with a curious look.

“It didn’t look like she was angry,” PJ commented with a grin. “So, in conclusion, today was a huge success. Do you guys want to get chicken on a stick to celebrate?”

“I… I think I’m hanging out with (Y/N).” Hazel gaped, as if she couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. She was going to hang out with you. Today. Outside of school.

“Right now?”

“Right now!” Hazel gasped. “Oh my god, I don’t know why I said yes, I have to go and patrol the neighborhood–”

“-Ugh, Hazel!” PJ groaned, grabbing Hazel by the shoulders. “That’s literally all you do. You go to school, you come to the fight club, then you patrol the neighborhood. That’s all you do.”

“But—” Hazel sputtered. “-Crime–”

“-Hazel, Crime has been pretty low recently. The world isn’t going to burn down just because you miss patrol for a single day,” PJ countered, as if speaking to a child. “Do you trust me? It’s all about faith. That’s all it is. Leap of faith, Hazel. Leap of faith. Trust me when I say the police can deal with all the petty crimes. Go and enjoy yourself, finish your project, and remember to use protection.”

Hazel’s cheeks grew hot as she opened her mouth to counter PJ— just as you approached the trio with your bag.

“Hey, Hazel. Ready to go?”

Hazel buffered, her mind still on the sexual innuendo. She couldn’t help but think about certain activities when you stood there with your signature smile, earning a cackle from PJ.

“Sorry, we were just talking about juvie trauma and shit. She’s all yours.” PJ earnestly pushed Hazel towards you. “See you guys tomorrow!”

PJ skipped out of the gym, followed by Josie who gave Hazel a thumbs-up. Hazel responded to Josie with a nod. PJ was right– it was just for a day. Just one day off to hang out with you– which was the dream– and tomorrow, she would patrol twice as hard to make it up.

“Sorry, I just was thinking about-” Hazel faltered. “-things.”

“Things?”

Hazel felt the room get hotter. “It’s fine. Not really important.”

“Alright. So, where do you want to go?” You asked.

“Uh…”

Hazel thought about what PJ had said.

Leap of faith, was it?

And she took the leap.

“Do you want to come over to my place?”

By 8PM, the two of you found yourself in Hazel’s room, caught in a fit of laughter. Pizza and snacks were strewn across her bed, and music played out from her laptop as you wrapped up the project— a lego diorama with a bunch of famous murdered women. It was quite inappropriate but also incredibly creative, and the ridiculousness of it all had you two in stitches.

“I bet you 5 dollars that Mr. G doesn’t even have an actual degree,” You joked, adding a lego version of Casey Becker to the diorama. “He just showed up one day, and Principal Meyers desperately needed more teachers.”

“And ever since the club, he’s just been handing out As to every single girl,” Hazel laughed, causing you to fall into a fit of giggles as well. She lived for your laughter, thanking PJ and Josie in her head for convincing her to skip patrol for the day.

“Okay, I think we’re almost done. Just have to add the blood.” You grabbed the bottle of red paint and dropped some on your fingertip, then dabbed it around the lego characters’ bodies to create the ‘murder’ effect.

In the process, you somehow managed to smudge some on your cheek, which didn’t go unnoticed by Hazel who had made a habit of staring at you all the time.

“Oh, you got some on your…” Hazel tried, pointing to your face.

You blinked, eyes focusing on her face as you registered her words. You chuckled in embarrassment, trying to find the paint on your cheeks and obviously failing.

“Can I…?” Hazel breathed, and you tilted your head, allowing her to wipe away the streak of paint with her thumb. Her fingers moved delicately across your cheek, her eyes locked onto your’s. You could feel the warmth of her hand on your skin, and you melted against it. Hazel’s touch lingered on your cheek for a moment longer than necessary, and Hazel realized only after she had savored the view for a while.

She pulled away, breaking your gaze with a sheepish smile. Your cheeks were tinted with a soft blush, and you muttered a word of thanks before finishing off the project with distractingly loud heartbeats.

The two of you stared at the finalized diorama in proud silence, taking in the project in its glory. It was messy and odd, but it was still illustrious.

“Well, I guess we’re finished!” You clapped your hands to commemorate the ending of you and Hazel’s homework.

“It’s been fun working with you,” Hazel replied, a little disappointed that this was the end of the project. What excuse did she have to hang out with you now?

You cocked your head. “Oh, don’t act like this is the last time we’re ever going to hang out together.”

“Really?”

“Of course!” You grinned. “With Mr. G’s class, lunch, and the self-defense club, I’m going to be with you all the time. You might even get sick of me at some point.”

I’m not sure that’s possible, Hazel thought to herself, really pleased that she had secured friendship with you.

“Speaking of the self-defense club, I’m really glad that you invited me,” You continued, wiping your red hands with a nearby paper towel. “I was being honest during the sharing circle. I’m really grateful for you.”

Hazel softened at your words.

“And I hope your mom gets better with her mid-life crisis,” You added.

“Thank you.” Although you had complimented her, Hazel couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty about the sharing circle. She was lying to you– continuously. Was that a good base for a relationship? Not that you two had a relationship. Not that she didn’t want one. “Listen– what Josie said about juvie today, I think I have to clarify some things.”

You shook your head. You had purposefully left out that subject not to trigger her– and you didn’t want to make it feel like she owed you her history. “Oh, Hazel, you don’t need to explain anything to me. I get that it’s a hard subject to talk about, and I just want you to know that I’m here if you need anything.”

Hazel hesitated. She supposed if you didn’t really want to hear the explanation, she could keep her secret—

“-I mean what you went through was brutal and inhumane,” You continued.

Hazel’s guilt suffocated her.

“But you endured through it. You’re so brave. And so strong and just… honest. Like I can tell that everything that you do is genuine. You make me feel like I can be strong too—”

“-Okay, I need to tell you something,” Hazel interrupted. She couldn’t handle it anymore— but she knew she couldn’t tell you the whole truth. She took a deep breath before continuing. “There are some things happening in my life right now that I can’t really… talk about. But I want to. But I can’t. It’s for your safety and I shouldn’t even be mentioning that but… you really matter to me.”

Oh my god, I can’t believe I said that.

Hazel swallowed hard and gazed at you for a reaction.

“I do?” You peered back at Hazel’s reddened face. She nodded in response and it was your turn to be flustered, not knowing what to say.

“And I… I want to be honest with you,” Hazel pressed on. “I can’t tell you the whole truth. But I—”

“-Dispatch, we have a 10-90 in progress at the bank downtown. Requesting immediate backup and EMT support.”

Shit.

Shit shit shit.

Hazel quickly grabbed her laptop, which she had rigged to eavesdrop on police communications. She forgot that it automatically turned on after school. Why did it have to be now, of all fucking times?

“Was that the police?” You asked, confused.

Hazel shook her head frantically. “No, I just– it’s just another, uhm, project that I’m working on, it’s fine–”

“-Copy that. Units en route. Proceed with caution.”

“We have eyes on the suspects, attempting to establish a perimeter.”

“10-4, be advised, we’ve informed EMTs, and SWAT is en route. Keep us updated.”

Hazel hastily began typing, searching up the latest updates on the current news of the town. She managed to find the location of the bank robbery— which had everything Hazel feared for. Armed robbers, high-tech weaponry, and injured police officers.

“Fuck, I knew I shouldn’t have skipped today,” Hazel muttered under her breath.

You paused. “Skip what?”

“I—” Hazel swallowed, inner conflict evident as she spoke. “-I think I have to go.”

“Go?” You paused. “Hazel, what is going on?”

Hazel didn’t answer. Instead, she stood up and grabbed her phone and her backpack, briskly heading towards the door. But you were faster, quickly running and positioning yourself in the path to block her way.

“I think I know what’s going on,” you claimed, your voice low and heavy.

Hazel froze. Oh no. You knew. You knew? How did you know? Had she been so obvious? Was it the back flip?

“(Y/N), I can explain–”

“-This is related to juvie, isn’t it?”

Hazel blinked.

“What?”

She stared at you, who looked incredibly serious, with lips pursed tight in worry. Hazel shook her head frantically. She wanted to kick PJ for even coming up with that excuse– now it was getting all tangled up with you and her hero work.

“No! It has nothing to do with juvie,” Hazel assured, trying to get past you.

“You don’t have to lie to me, Hazel.”

Hazel furrowed her eyebrows.

I kind of do.

You understood her expression as guilt. “And obviously I don’t understand fully what’s going on but if what Josie said was true and some things are happening with the people you messed with from juvie, then, I want to help you.”

You stepped closer and took her hand, holding it tight with genuinity.

“Hazel, I care about you.”

Hazel released her breath.

If you had said that in any other context, Hazel would have kissed you right there and then. Your hands felt so warm, so gentle– a bit shaky, as if you were afraid of what she would do if you let go. And your unwavering eyes– upset eyes that made it seem like her worries belonged to you too— And it took everything in Hazel to swallow back her words, gently guiding you to her bed and sitting you down.

For a moment, you thought she would stay.

But Hazel pulled away from you..

“I’ll be back soon, okay? Just please, stay here, and I’ll be back,” Hazel whispered. “I promise.”

And after a regretful look, she was gone.

“Hazel—” You called after her. “Hazel!”

Your mind began to race– where was she going? All you remembered from the police transmissions was something about the bank and the SWAT team. You reached for your phone, searching up the local news. It wasn’t hard to find articles related to the current conflict—

Masked Robbers Employ High-Tech Arsenal in Bank Heist, Defying Police Response

Bank Heist Nightmare Unfolds; Thieves Utilize Cutting-Edge Tech

Bank Robbery in Progress: Impossible to Arrest, Police Say

Police Overwhelmed in Ongoing Standoff at 1st Street National Trust Bank

This was bad. Bank robbery? High-Tech Arsenal? It sounded dangerous– more than whatever Hazel could handle, no matter how strong she was during the self-defense club. What was she going to do with these criminals? Did she owe them something? She was always writing stuff in her notebook— did it have anything to do with this?

You ignored the questions stemming from your fear– you didn’t have time to think. Hazel was out there— and she was very clearly heading to an angry, dangerous scene.

But Hazel was just a girl.

And you had to protect her.

You had to save Hazel Callahan.

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j-nightingalesb1tch · 1 year

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little things about bugsnax that make me giggle

- wambus having a cactus dressed like his wife that's alive and secretly in love with him

- floofty being perfectly fine with everyone thinking they're a cannibal

- cromdo's last name literally just being face

- IMMA LIFT YO' CRIB, DAWG

- triffany's accent

- floofty shouting "I'M HAVING FUN" while dancing

- cromdo having a no. 1 dad tie, despite not being allowed to see his kid

- snorpy having a boyfriend and not knowing about it

- filbo's dance getting sadder and sadder during the first party

- beffica planting a fake diary cause she knew we would try and nick it

- shelda giving up on her wisdom shtick to tell chandlo that snorpy needs therapy

- floofty's dark sense of humour

- chandlo calling his boyfriend bro and dawg

- wambus and gramble's catfight

- filbo reading our first mail out loud over our shoulder

- floofty, did you tell the journalist to throw acid at you?

- just every time cromdo dances

- telling snorpy i would die for him five minutes after meeting him

- floofty watching gramble sleepwalk every night

#bugsnax #floofty fizzlebean #snorpy fizzlebean #chandlo funkbun #wambus troubleham #triffany lottablog #beffica winkesnoot #gramble gigglefunny #cromdo face #shelda wool bag #filbo fiddlepie #cactriffy #there will most likely be a part two #this game is so silly #can you tell who my favourite character is

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pluviatrix · 3 months

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I was gonna say that dadlink would have had a knock down drag out catfight with any of my faves from bg3 on like day 3 of camping with them but then I remembered he was besties with Zelda areia for all of his formative years. he’s got five years industry experience for dealing with frothing power hungry little nobles and their tantrums.

#Mj chatters

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passivenovember · 2 years

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Goldie (harringrove week day two: Carol Perkins’ curling iron)

The first time Carol and Billy met she spit a wad of gum in his hair.

It had been hilarious. Hot, even, when Billy dug his fingers through Steve’s diet coke and pulled away with two ice cubes, working the gooey lump from his pretty blonde curls like this wasn’t his first rodeo.

With a devilish, impressed smirk he declared, “I like that girl,”

Steve tried not to stare at Billy’s fingers as they fiddled with the strawberry gum. “She’s a piranha.”

“We’re gonna fuck,” Billy said, plain and simple, and popped Carol’s gum into his mouth with a pleased hum.

Tommy H., was panicked about the whole thing, especially when all Carol could talk about after that first catfight was Billy Hargrove. Malibu Barbie. The Surfer Boy, Firefly from Hell.

She always said it with a flush to her cheeks. A snap of her gum, like if she chewed hard enough she could taste him on each new stick.

Steve had never seen a friendship birthed from that kind of rivalry, except maybe their own, but Billy seemed to have that kind of affect on people. Especially girls.

It drove him crazy.

The way Billy never had to try to get everyone’s eyes on him, raking over him desperate to map every curve and valley that swam through their dirtiest dreams. And Steve had been that way once, too, but.

Billy was different.

Effortlessly alluring and beautiful.

Steve did backflips to try and get his attention. To keep that fiery blue on him, and Carol was the first to notice.

“He’s a bitch,” She told Steve one night, last month, after he drank a little too much trying to beat Billy’s keg stand and then drank a little more to forget the memory of Billy kissing Heather Duke.

Carol held Steve’s hair for him, that night, muttering, “He’s a slutty little fucking shitty fucker bitch.”

“He looks like Goldilocks,” Steve had whined, ”He’s so beautiful, I love him,” and everything went black.

Carol doesn’t feel the way she used to about Malibu Barbie. They’re friends, now, which makes things a hell of a lot more difficult for Steve. And, obviously, it’s about him. Everything’s about him.

Things come back around.

Steve feels better than he did last year. More in control. It’s Hawkin’s High’s annual Who’s Who Halloween bash, and even Keith made the cut this year, dressed at C-3P0, which is a testament how dire the situation is now that Steve’s graduated, but it’s not a coincidence.

None of it is a coincidence.

The Camaro rolls to a thundering stop out front and Billy steps out in a fucking Goldilocks costume, and--

Steve sucks a glob of flat beer up his windpipe and down his nose, because Carol’s laughing.

Steve glares at her, snatching the napkin she offers with her lips coiled like a stale licorice whip. “What did you say to him?” He snarls.

Billy’s surrounded by girls. And guys. Just a whole crowd of drunk, horny country bumpkins who can’t think with his thighs encased in white nylon like that, and.

“Did you tell him?” Steve demands.

“Tell him what?”

“You know what I’m talking about,”

“I dunno what you mean, Stevie,” Carol bats her eyelashes at him, witch hat falling to the side. She snaps a piece of gum Steve doesn’t remember her chewing.

The sea of assholes part, and Billy spots them, and. “Harrington!” He calls, happy and loose.

Steve grips the witch bitch next to him, “He’s wearing lip gloss,”

“I helped.”

“Perks, he’s wearing mascara--”

“He’s Goldilocks,” Carol tells him smugly. She falls quiet, stepping aside to let Steve look his fill “Isn’t he a Betty?” She asks, and.

And.

Steve’s never been so hard in his life. He doesn’t register the people around Billy, or the way everyone’s tugging on his curls and watching his ass as he walks toward the porch, because it doesn’t matter.

Billy’s a vision.

Everything Steve never knew he desired, rolled into one funny, smart, beautiful package.

Billy laughs, giving Lonnie Clark a high five and the cup of his bodice straining deliciously against his chest. He fiddles with his headband when Heather Duke tries to play keep-away. Says goodbye to his Fanclub as he tries to get closer. Billy looks at Steve with worried, impatient eyes. Waves, with a little, “Gimmie a sec, I wanna talk to Steve,” to the girl who won’t step off, and that’s it.

A line of the hottest people in Hawkins could be on their knees, mouths open, waiting to suck Billy’s dick right now and Steve wouldn’t be jealous.

Because Billy wants to see him.

He’s making a beeline for the front porch, eyes scanning Steve from head to toe. His hips sway in that little yellow skirt, and despite the nylon Steve can see something moving.

Something straining, a little.

“Holy hell,” Steve rasps. He can’t breathe. His lungs don’t work, his throat is swollen shut.

“See something you like, Hair Bear?” Carol scrapes his cheek with her nails and Steve finishes his drink, tossing the cup onto the lawn to grab Carol Perkins and tickle the shit out of her.

Carol swats at him, giggling all bright and panicked. “I can feel your hard on, you freak!”

“Carol,” Steve hisses, and then Billy’s there.

“Hey, hey, leave my girl alone!” He chuckles, and. Pressing close to get his arms around Perkins, Billy manhandles their very own Evil Cheerleader to the side her so Steve can’t finish what he started.

Without 90 pounds of meddling redhead in the way, Billy stares at him. His eyes burn from the furry neckline of Steve’s costume, all the way down to his sneakers and back again.

Billy smirks, tongue wagging between his cherry red lips. “What the fuck are you supposed to be, Harrington?”

“Carol picked it out,” Steve puffs his chest, suddenly defensive, when Billy frowns at him. “I’m a teddy bear.”

“Bullshit,” Carol howls, smoking a joint someone handed her on their way into the house. “He’s mama bear!”

Billy’s eyes widen. He looks down at himself, cataloguing the vee of his hips, before scowling. “Perkins, you little shithole.”

“What’d I do?”

“Yeah, Hargrove, what’d she do?” Steve deadpans, only a little guilty for liking the angry pink flush that covers Billy’s tits.

It’s not very often the guy gets upset, not where anyone can see.

Billy’s eyes flash for a moment and then it’s gone, replaced with sharp humor as he slings an arm around Carol’s shoulders. “Nothing, teapot,” He kisses her forehead, never once taking his eyes off Steve. “You just wanted Mama and Daddy to get along, right?”

“Right,” Carol whimpers pathetically, smirking up at Steve from the protective pit of Billy’s arm.

Billy’s tongue wags. Steve wants to suck it. Bite it off, maybe, “Don’t worry, Perks, Mommy and Daddy are just fine.” Billy lightly pats her ass, with a little, “Ain’t that right, mommy?”

And it’s just unfortunate.

Absolutely heinous that Steve’s dick, graciously hidden by the fur suit Carol had to wrestle him into, fills out.

It chubs. Throbs. Weeps, a little, When Billy takes the joint that’s handed to him and says, “Come find me later, Mommy.” Before disappearing through the front door.

Steve does a couple of keg stands. Takes a shot off Veronica Lee. Smokes a blunt with Keith in the backyard and loses track of Goldilocks, somewhere between wishing he could pull Billy upstairs now and forgetting that he’s supposed to.

Steve’s playing with Carol’s cat when someone pats his shoulder.

“’Mm busy,” Steve tells them, giggling when the cat nibbles softly at his index finger. “If you wanna play with Arugula, you better hop the fuck in line and then die in line waiting because I’m playing with Arugula, we’re best friends and she loves me and I’m not moving, you fucker--”

The hand on his shoulder starts rubbing, fingers toying with the curls at the base of Steve’s neck.

He swallows, resolute. “She’s so soft, she’s like a cloud of marshmallows and cotton and cotton landy--”

“Candy, pretty boy.”

Steve cranes his head, laughing when it lands on Billy’s shoulder and he’s right there, pressed tight against him, watching with plush, smiling lips as Steve pets Arugula.

“Billy!” Steve shouts. “I’ve been missing you so much.”

Billy leans away a little, and then comes back again, grinning down at the head on his shoulder. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, we were supposed to go someplace, right?”

Billy combs the hair off Steve’s forehead. “Yeah, upstairs. I’ve been looking all over for you, where have you been?”

“Here,” Steve says, gasping when Arugula climbs into his lap. She’s an angel. She’s Steve’s best friend. He cries out, tears sliding down his cheeks. “Please don’t make me go. I don’t wanna go. You can’t make me, you’re gonna have to kill me.”

“Jesus Christ, how much have you had?”

“Enough to forget that I’m allergic to cats.”

Billy freezes. “How allergic,” He demands.

When Steve doesn’t say anything, Billy crawls to the front. “Steve--” He begins heavily, and Steve clutches Arugula to his chest, worried that Billy’s going to try and snatch her away.

Billy frowns, the corners of his eyes wrinkling with something secret, not quite mixed in so it’s grainy and raw.

He climbs to his feet, hand outstretched for Steve to take. When he doesn’t, Billy grins. “C’mon, pretty boy,”

Steve shakes his head. “I wanna stay here with Arugula.”

“You can come back to Arugula, you just have to take some allergy medicine so you don’t, fucking, die or something.”

Steve shakes his head, and the cat hops out of his arms.

He glances around, shocked.

Billy’s smiling. “See, baby, she wants to go shit in her box.”

That makes sense. Steve nods, like, “I think I might need to shit in my own box, soon.”

Billy laughs. Steve wants to catch it in his hands, keep it in a jar next to his bed. “I can take you to the bathroom,” Billy says, holding out his hand. “Do you trust me?”

Steve considers it and takes Billy’s hand, squawking out a laugh when he goes easy like an untethered air balloon, knocking into Billy’s chest.

“Woah, I gotcha,” Billy says gently, and Steve loves him.

“I love you,” Steve says. When Billy’s cheeks get all pink, Steve touches them, squishes them between two fingers. “I love you so much, you’re so pretty.”

“Thanks.”

“You hair is curlier than usual,” Steve says, confused. “How?”

Billy shrugs, clearly embarrassed. “Carol helped me curl it.”

Steve wraps one around his finger and watches it bounce free. “Pretty,” He says, smiling at Billy’s open, confused mouth. “I’m gonna throw up,” He declares.

Steve rinses his mouth in the sink and stares at Carol’s curling iron, wrapped and corded in its little basket.

He’s floating. Billy’s hand is between his shoulder blades rubbing soft, smooth circles, and.

Steve doesn’t remember how he got here.

Billy’s telling him a story about California because Steve retched for so long his stomach liner is probably at the water plant, now, but his head feels more clear.

He wipes his mouth. Watches Billy’s in the mirror. Knows, with ringing clarity, what he wants. Has always wanted. Billy laughs at something and Steve’s heart cracks open.

“You’re so different than I thought you’d be,” Steve says says.

Billy stops cold in his tracks.

Steve. Can’t feel his lips. His face. “You’re the best person I’ve ever known, Billy,” He says, “You’re so good. You’re perfect.”

Billy snorts, cheeks bright red. “You’re drunk.”

“Yeah.” Steve admits. “Can I kiss you.”

Billy stares at him. Doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe. Finally, after a million years, he blinks. “Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack.”

“I can’t kiss you when you’re drunk, Steve.”

Steve tuns, hips pressed tightly against the marble sink. “Why not?”

“Because,” Billy starts. He fiddles with the hem of his skirt, refusing to look up. To face it. “Because I’m dressed like Goldilocks. Because you’re wired and it wouldn’t be right. It’d be me, taking advantage of someone I love, and you might regret it.”

Steve frowns. “I won’t.”

“But you might,” Billy tells the linoleum. “And when I kiss you for the first time I want it to be because we couldn’t stop it. Because it was killing us not to. Because we want it so bad the sun might light us on fire.”

Steve takes one step forward. Then another, and another still until Billy’s looking at him, his jaw nestled in Steve’s palm.

He holds steady. Keeps those eyes on him.

“You sleeping over tonight?” Steve asks, knowing Carol had asked them both.

Billy nods. Wets his lips.

“Tomorrow,” Steve tells him.

#harringrove #harringrove week #halloween party #lemon?#idk lol #unedted!

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catpeople-tournament-2023 · 1 year

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WELCOME TO THE CATFIGHT

This is a tournament bracket run by @softichill dedicated to catpeople characters and characters with (almost) all forms of kittycat swag!!!!

The main tournament is over, and Nepeta has won!!! However, there's a bonus round ready if you still wanna get your vote in!!!

Submissions are now closed!! The rules will stay up tho for anyone curious abt how each character was chosen

No characters that are just talking cats (so no warrior cats, Judds, or any talking cat that walks on four legs)

Can have cat ears + a tail, be dressed similarly to a cat or w/ a cat theme, or be a fully anthro/furry cat

Can't be your oc sorry :(

Also; please be nice!! I know it's fun to get excited about characters but that's no excuse to be tearing each other up. This is all just for fun

Characters that are already here are under the cut!!

Nepeta Leijon (Homestuck)

Diona (Genshin Impact) (OUT)

Neferpitou (Hunter x Hunter) (OUT)

Kitty Cheshire (Ever After High) (OUT)

Cat Noir (Miraculous Ladybug) (OUT)

Nekomura Iroha (Vocaloid) (OUT)

Captain Amelia (Treasure Planet) (OUT)

Clawroline (Kirby) (OUT)

Magolor (Kirby) (OUT)

Blaze the Cat (Sonic) (OUT)

Seam (Deltarune) (OUT)

Candy the Cat (Five Nights at Candy's) (OUT)

Valerie Oberlin (monster prom) (OUT)

Toralei Stripe (Monster High) (OUT)

Kitty Katswell (TUFF Puppy) (OUT)

Ranulf (Fire Emblem) (OUT)

Saturn (Pokemon) (OUT)

Catwoman (DC Comics) (OUT)

Neil (Dreamtale comic) (OUT)

Wild Wild Pussycats (My Hero Academia) (OUT)

Kyo Sohma (Fruits Basket) (OUT)

Catra (She-Ra and the Princess of Power) (OUT)

Lady Bernkastel (Umineko) (OUT)

Nia (Xenoblade Chronicles 2) (OUT)

Black Cat (Marvel) (OUT)

Kawaii-chan (Aphmau Minecraft Diaries) (OUT)

Jake's human (warrior cats) (the only exception) (OUT)

Mad Mew Mew (Undertale) (OUT)

Che'nya (Twisted Wonderland) (OUT)

Ichigo Momomiya (Tokyo Mew Mew) (OUT)

Niko (oneshot) (OUT)

Morgana (Persona 5) (OUT)

NECO ARC

#catpeople tournament 2023 #catbracket #<- alt tag for the competition!!#bracket

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Viva’s past may have caused her trauma and the fear of airplanes since she survived a plane crash at the age of five, but Rose’s trauma is triggered by betrayal and the fire incident that caught Rose in an explosion of chemicals that bleached her hair to platinum blonde.

Rose was in Camp WildPaws when she first met Velvet and Veneer, who were sent to a summer school nearby. They were bullied by a group of children for being talentless and Rose took them under her wing to help them learn how to sing and dance. Veneer became attached to Rose, who became widely known for her performance but Velvet grew to be jealous of the attention that Rose was getting, however, it didn't affect their friendship until Velvet attempted to cheat in a talent show that caused the whole summer school to burn. Amongst the ruins, Veneer saw a now-heavily injured Rose, who was trying to save everybody, including the other campers. In a panic, Veneer left them behind in order to find help, but his help seemed to have been in vain while Velvet escaped on her own.

Veneer attempted to visit Rose after the fire but Velvet told him that Rose didn't want to see her and Veneer never told Rose that he tried to visit, leading them to not speak to or see each other again for years, which soured their relationship and Rose held a grudge against them for so long.

When they finally see each other again, Veneer and a vengeful Rose began talking about the incident prior that made Rose lose her black hair, and Veneer apologizes for it, thus the misunderstanding between them was cleared up, However. Rose tells Veneer that is is still going to be hard to forgive him for the accident, but admits that her life is not so bad now, thanks to her relationship with her bandmates, labelmates, friends, and her current boyfriend, Billy Reverb. Veneer was able to repair his relationship with Rose when he admitted being frauds and confessed the wrongdoings that he and Velvet did by injecting anyone’s DNA, including Floyd’s into their veins to gain talents the easy way.

Rose’s relationship with Velvet is full of hatred because of Velvet’s selfishness and jealousy towards her, mixed with sorrow and revenge because of the past grudge she carried inside her heart that whenever she heard their song, which Velvet stole from her, or see their pictures or their videos, she would go ballistic. Throughout the Band Together Reunion Tour, Rose struggled to keep her past grudge within until she revealed her trauma to Viva that the worst thing that can trigger a trauma is being betrayed by loved ones, especially those who used to be friends with her. Rose was driven with vengeance that she would beat up Velvet twice, the first was when she rapped “Barbie World” onstage while using martial arts punches and kicks on Velvet, and the second was a catfight, where Crimp revealed herself to be an insider for Sam “Zircon” Cartier and was able to arrest them. The arrest made Rose relieved of her desire for revenge and gave her the closure to move on from the trauma caused by the betrayal twelve years ago.

The Veneer and Rose artwork is inspired by this picture:

#dreamworks trolls #trolls band together #trolls oc #trollsona #queen rose #velvet and veneer #trolls human au #humanization

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Saving What's Left — Chapter Five

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"Hey! Who was that?" Chloé asked the moment she landed behind the school.

"Have no idea… They just appeared in front of me then left, then the next thing I knew was they were handing me the akumatized object." Marinette explained.

It is true. Despite the help that the person gave, she was also wary of the gesture. First, she didn't know who the person was, what if they were after the box and she was being stalked? Second, what if they're after a much bigger destruction? What if they are from the Order?! She cannot let things go awry. She was the current guardian, and she must protect the ancient power of the miraculous. She cannot let them fall into the wrong hands.

"Well, can't say we're ungrateful, it did save you some time." Chloé off-handedly says.

She nodded in agreeance, her mind wandered back to the fight, the person akumatized to the akumatized object. Was there a reason why it was akumatized? What were they doing with it?

Too many questions ran through her mind. However, instead of dwelling on it, she put it aside. There should be no more reason to cling to that small ample hope. There was a moment when they had a choice, and they did choose—they didn't choose her. They should not have any reason to use it against her. They made their choice and crossed the bridge, she just burned it so there should be no going back. She was done.

"Guys! Did you know?! They're arguing very loudly in front of the school!" Kim shouted in disbelief.

The girls looked at each other before following him and saw a crowded space with a screaming match.

"What do you mean by that?!" Someone shouted.

"You're a fake! A fraud! You're not a journalist!" Someone countered.

Soon everyone in that crowd began screaming at one another. Chloé pulled Marinette away from the group. She knows that Marinette may waver upon hearing such words, but she cannot let her friend be fooled again with the notions of friendship. Not anymore. If Marinette burned the bridge, she built a wall in between. And no one is allowed to break it without her permission. Enough was enough.

——— •• ◆ •• ———

"What do you mean by that, huh?!"

"You are fake! A fake!"

Words kept being thrown around. Adrien was starting to get nauseous because of the confrontation. While the others are simply pulling Juleka away from Alya, who is also being pulled away.

"Face it! You. Are. A. Fake!" Juleka screamed at the top of her lungs.

Alya's face contorted with hatred and fury. She kept trying to wiggle out of her captor's hands and was successful, in a matter of seconds, she was on top of Juleka pulling her hair and screaming in her face.

They both fell to the ground due to the sudden impact, landing Juleka at the bottom and Alya on the top. The Class gasped at the situation and thus started to pull the girls away from each other once again.

"Take it back! Take it! I. Am. A. Journalist!"

"You are not! You're. A. Fake! Fake!"

Adrien was getting more worried as people start to halt and stare at their group while whispering. He tried to mediate but nothing was effective. His last resort was finding a raven-coloured-hair girl hoping she could stop this catfight, but he couldn't find her anywhere he looked.

Uh-oh.

——— •• ◆ •• ———

"How's the situation in Paris?"

"Shi—"

A loud smack was heard, others were covering their mouths to prevent laughter while others facepalmed.

"Just answer, no need for that language."

"Fine, Fine! Everything was crazy, Okay?!"

"And the heroes there?"

"Didn't see the cat, only the bug, she looked quite surprised actually when the brat was handing her the object, guess she didn't expect that kind of efficiency…"

'The brat' rolled their eyes. It is true that grabbing the object wa easy, as the akumatized person was too much distracted finding God knows who. The look of surprise and doubt evident in the bug's face was amusing.

"Careful brat, that small smile of yours and I might think you like the bug~"

"Shut up." The person shoved the other away while that person was laughing.

"It will be much easier to talk with the bug without the feline. I can tell she'll be able to hold a proper and serious conversation than the latter." They continued.

"I agree. Watching the previously recorded fights, it seems that the cat is more in favour of flirting than helping the fight making it take much longer."

"It's settled then."

"Are we sure about this? We're bringing her to the deepest hell of this job…"

"This was your idea. And besides you said it yourself, only she can do it."

Everyone went silent at the notion. Even if they try to deny it, no one can refute that the Ladybug User is the only one who can help, and even if they don't want to bring such a problem to them, they need her. Only her.

"All we can do now is slowly approach her. Keep up small appearances in the city, and try to know her schedule. Do not ambush her."

Everyone nodded.

Soon they were dismissed and were able to go back to their respective homes.

'The brat' went straight to their room. With the silence enclosing him, his mind wandered back to those bluebell irises of hers. Despite wearing a mask, it failed to hide her delicate features.

He didn't want to think of her, but no matter how he tried to change the thought in his mind, she always come back with that bewildered expression on her face.

After taking a shower, he faced himself in the mirror, staring at his eyes. Wondering if they were a great pair to her blue eyes. He sighed deeply, trying to remove the thought once again.

He looked back at the mirror, and he was sure he can envision the blue eyes in the mirror, staring back at his emerald irises.

——— •• ◆ •• ———

continuing…

T A G L I S T:

@demonicbusiness @imtallerthanyou @vixen-uchiha @chocolatecatstheron @arcticfox847 @autisticamerican @lady-bee-fechin @trippingovermyfeet @dancinglifeboat @celestethegoddess @eventhedarkestlightshines @fandom-trapped-03 @hikari55ttva @lovelyautumnsunflower @iglowinggemma28 @ravennightingaleandavatempus @robyalix @kanamexzeroyaoifangirl @doglover82 @a-star-with-a-human-name @pasteile @celestial-slytherin-blog @mewwitch @kanamexzeroyaoifangirl @its-maemain @artisticarson @fantasylover-92 @seraphica @naruwitch @coolspidermanmusic @stella17luna @starling218 @stainedglassm @imsopretty10 @jennifer-rose123 @1-ahiro-1 @phxsphnes

Note: Haii everyoneee! goshh I've been gone for 6 months almost, academic life caught up with me, and still busy at the moment! Hope you like this chapter!

#Saving What's Left FIC #Marinette & Chloé & Sabrina & Alix & Kim Friendship #More twists and turns #Slowly revealed people #Class Salt #Adrien Salt #Alya Salt #Juleka vs. Alya Catfight #Still busy with acads but might pop up here and there #Mystery Cloaked Person

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tickled-2-death · 3 months

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I saw your post about tma tickle requests and I have literally never thought about lonelyeyes tickles, but now I need to see Elias brought down a peg or six by his ex-ex-ex husband(soon to add another ex) who's probably at least semi-transparent and covered in fog. Bonus points for all the sass!

Attitude Adjustment

Content warnings: unhealthy relationship, dubious consent(?), tickle torture, begging, feet content specifically, not necessarily sexual but sexual acts are mentioned.

This is a tickle fic.

“Peter, I have told you this several times before, and I will only repeat myself this once. I am not going anywhere near that pathetic boat.”

Elias just can’t seem to catch a fucking break today. First it was some shipment issue at the Archives, namely involving those two identical circus freaks with some mysterious box. Then, once they finally convinced him to sign off on it (he’ll just replace whoever dies in artifact storage, no big deal), there was some petty little catfight in the archives itself. One that he, despite all the paperwork that needed to be sorted, had to go downstairs and tell Jonathan off about. That’s not to mention that his coffee was cold by the time he got back, and-

“Darling, my love, my light. You’re thinking too hard.”

… and his husband, one Mr. Peter “just fuck off out to sea and forget it all” Lukas, simply will not shut up.

Elias pinches the bridge of his nose, propped up in their lavish bed in his silk pajamas, by all means in a position to relax that he intends not to spoil.

“I can’t stand the smell”, he begins to explain, “I cant stand the Lonely, and honestly the thought of being trapped on a giant metal hunk of rubbish with you for several months on end makes me want to disappear already.”

Peter, despite his patron and what you’d expect as a result of it, nearly never stops smiling. It’s a smug little shit sort of smile, mind you, but it hardly ever leaves his face. As of now, it droops into a frown.

“Elias, if we’re going to beat our record of staying married for four months-“

“Five months. Five months is the record.”

The captain sighs.

“If we’re going to make this work for more than five months, we’ve got to accept one another’s help! I’m just trying to think of a way to cheer you up, to get some of that tension out of you, in the only way I know how!”

Elias considers this, and ultimately decides that his husband is right. He’s a snarky bastard, even worse than Elias himself at times, but he’s trying to do the right thing. It’s the thought that counts? Right???

It doesn’t really matter. 200 years and counting, and he’s never been interested in admitting his own faults. Why start now? Especially for Peter goddamn Lukas.

So the shrewish little Beholder pulls out his bitchiest of bitch voices, and simply replies; “Well, you’d hardly like it if I recommended you to take someone’s statement, or delve into someone’s personal life for an ounce of fear, now would you?”, before rolling over and turning off his bedside lamp.

Something within Peter snaps just then. Not genuine anger, or at least not the violent sort. No, it’s simply the sudden and undeniable urge to teach someone a lesson. Elias’ eyes go wide, having Known what was about to happen, but it’s too late.

Peter roughly digs his fingers into his husband’s ribs, and vibrates them between the bones with all his might.

“OH FUCK-“ is all the poor, helpless man can manage before descending into mad cackles against his will. His dignity would never allow such a boisterous display of emotion, but there’s hardly a chance to suppress it in this position.

Instinctively, he rolls onto his stomach to escape the horrific sensation at his side. However, this proves to be the worst thing he could’ve possibly done, because Peter takes the opportunity to straddle his ass and get both sides at once.

“PEHEHETER! YOU- STOHAHAP THIS AT OHAHANCE! NOW!” Elias demands through several squeals, drumming his bare feet against the mattress behind them. Hands desperately grabbing for purchase or perhaps Peter’s dastardly wrists.

He doesn’t let up, of course, and that smile is back with a vengeance.

“Hmm- what was that kinky sex term you told me about? Where you punish someone for talking back?” Peter asks, tone jovial and unclear as to whether the question is genuine or rhetorical.

Elias, in turn, accidentally projects the answer into his mind. Mouth otherwise occupied with screams of ticklish agony.

“Brat taming, that’s right! Are you going to stop being a brat, Elias? Or is your significantly larger, stronger husband going to have to tickle you until you cry? We both know I’m well trained in regards to tying knots, so you’d better keep that in mind.”

Deciding to give the ribs a bit of a break, lest he accidentally bruise them, Peter jams his fingers into Elias’ sensitive underarms. It’s absolutely delightful, the way he screams even louder and clamps his arms to his sides. As if that will help, now that the offending digits are trapped exactly where they shouldn’t be.

“NOW! YOUHOHOHOL STOP RIHIGHT NOW! I DEHEHEE- DEMAHAHAND IT!!!” Elias tries to compel, but the concentration required to do so simply isn’t there.

Peter continues to burrow his fingertips into Elias’ armpits, wiggling and scritching across the ultra sensitive skin like worms trying to dig into the earth. He flails as much as humanly possible, twisting and snorting up a storm all the while, but Peter’s legs hold firm to his hips. He’s stuck, and completely at the other avatar’s mercy.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to keep on like this, love. That is, until you apologize, and whatever comes out of your mouth even now can and will be held against you. So let’s fix that attitude, yeah?”

Elias’ laugh goes silent, eyes screwed shut rendering his powers completely useless. Not that they weren’t already, but now he can’t even read Peter’s thoughts.

Mercifully, the tickling comes to a stop after about five straight minutes of torture. Elias takes the opportunity to breath, and to pout, while Peter continues to ramble on.

“Not going to say anything, then? That’s alright, I’ve got another place in mind. Remember that one time you asked for a foot massage, and every time I pressed too light you’d kick and tell me to do better? Well, if you can’t handle a massage I’d hate to see how you’ll handle ten fingers intentionally tickling you.”

Elias uses what little of his strength he’s got left to buck his hips. Nothing happens, so he begins to thrash any way he can, kicking and babbling out a mantra of “nononono”-

But Peter is quick, and built tough like the boat that stared this whole argument. It takes about two seconds for him to turn around, placing all his weight on the trapped ankles of his smart-mouthed partner. He cracks his knuckles, gives a quick wink in Elias’ direction, and scribbles his fingers up two shaking soles.

Elias cries out, pounding his fists against the mattress. “NNOOHOHO! PETERPETERPETER- GEHEET OOHOFF- I CAHANT!”

“Are you pleading with me?” He responds, otherwise uncaring and unwavering in his assault. He wiggles his nails against the soles of one foot, and digs in between the toes of the other.

Even now, there is the slightest hesitation. But when he adjusts his position so that he can rub his beard against Elias’ trapped feet, all remaining pride goes out the window and into the endless Vast.

“PLEHEHASEPLEASEPLEASE- SOHAHA- SORRY! DAHARLINGPLEASE-“

“Trying to appeal to my humanity, darling? I should be offended you’d use such language just to get away from me and my glorious facial hair”.

Tears stream down Elias’ face. The scruffy hairs rubbing against his soles is just too much to handle. So he does the unthinkable and gives up.

“PEHEHEETEERRRR-“ is all he can manage, all he can think in the midst of this hell, and somehow it’s enough for him to get the message.

“Alright, alright. Calm down, love, let me help.” Peter soothes, giggling at the little twitches he evokes by firmly rubbing Elias’ feet of residual tingles.

Elias, on the other hand, is utterly spent. He feels heavy as a sack of bricks, completely limp and hiccuping like a maniac. Once his awful, evil husband has decided that his feet can be left alone, he starts to rub his back.

“Poor, mean little thing you are. So sensitive for such a powerful man.” Peter coos, and despite himself Elias falls asleep to the sound of his voice and comforting feel of his hands.

#tma tickles #tma tickle fic #ticklish Elias bouchard #ler Peter lukas #lee Elias bouchard #Elias bouchard tickles #Peter lukas tickles

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