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my-b-side-life-aii · 2 months

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ドクターイエローのぞみ検測 923形新横浜小田原河津さくら

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2024年2月27日撮影

※近隣の和食ファミレスでランチ：夢庵のひれかつ丼※

#新幹線 #ドクターイエロー #923形 #923 #923 type #yellow shinkansen #shinkansen #鉄道写真 #鉄道風景写真 #railway #train #bullet train #じゃない鉄道写真 #x pro3 #flowers

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kerink · 1 year

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in light of people's confusion over cecil's longevity in @sexymanotd i wanted to document a bit of his history for those unfamiliar or nostalgic

welcome to night vale is a podcast written by joseph fink and jeffrey cranor. cecil gerschwin palmer is the main character and voiced by cecil baldwin.

it debuted on june 15, 2012 it reached its peak in popularity in 2013-2014

despite this, wtnv has been one of tumblr's top fandoms since staff started tracking fandom-related data in 2014

for the longest time the only thing we knew about cecil's appearance was: "He is wearing a tie. He is not tall or short. Not thin or fat." and that wasn't until episode 19 which aired march 15, 2013. for almost a full year we had no idea what cecil looked like. so tumblr's collective unconscious kicked into high gear and we did what we do best

we created a tumblr sexyman

from know your meme: "Defining traits of the archetype include skinny body type, trickster or villain role and dapper clothing."

know your meme identifies wheatley (portal 2, 2011) and the onceler (the lorax, 2012) as being likely tumblr's first sexymen. and the onceler fandom was at its peak in 2012-2013, the same time as wtnv. in addition to this, the hannibal fandom has been cited as one of the contributing factors to wtnv's success on tumblr.

so tumblr had created an archetype that worked and the wtnv fandom was made up of mostly hannibal fans - the foundation for putting cecil in a suit was there. and honestly? cecil's at work in the show, why wouldn't he be well dressed?

however, while this explains his attire it doesn't explain some of cecil's more unique sexyman features, namely the tentacles. for this we have to return to the 2014 fandom review analysis where you can see the most popular fandom at the time: homestuck

haven't you ever wondered why almost a quarter (189/923 at time of writing) of E rated wtnv fics on ao3 are tagged tentacles or tentacle sex? why cecil having tentacles for a dick is such a seemingly popular headcanon? well look no further then homestuck cultural hold over.

throughout all of this, the development of the sexyman archetype on tumblr and the rise of homestuck, one creator really stands out: kinomatika

kino was one of the most popular homestuck artists on tumblr at the time, popular for their eridan fanart. if you google image search "welcome to night vale" kino's art is still one of the first results you'll get

their design was so popular in fact it was featured in wtnv related articles from the time

and yes there were absolutely other artists giving cecil tentacles and moving tattoos at the time, but it can't be understated the reach kino had and the influence their homestuck roots had on their design choices

i recommend going through the archive of @nightvaleartclub to see how cecil used to be portrayed back in the early days. unfortunately the earliest fanart i've been able to find is july 2013 and i find it hard to believe it took tumblr a year to draw him. although, i started listening at episode 5 and didn't start drawing him until then myself so who knows...

cecil has had tumblr's heart in a vice grip since episode 1, with "20,000 posts, 183,000 blogs and 680,000 notes using the #Night Vale tag" during its first week. tumblr's love for wtnv has always been fairly genuine, from the impact the writing has had on tumblr humor and future story telling, to how wtnv paved the way for lgbt+ representation in indi media, to how it popularized podcasts as a medium for story telling, to the little comforts some of cecil's quotes still bring people today

cecil is not only a founding father of tumblr culture, but also a blorbo of the people. cecil the character in canon has a tumblr account where he posts his art and slash fanfiction.

although cecil's character has developed over time and we've come to see what a ditzy, eccentric, brat he really is, changing his status from sexyman to babygirl, cecil is absolutely a character you should embrace. and you know what... despite what i've said in the past

#cecilsweep

[ID: Images one and two are Google analytic graphs for the search terms "welcome to night vale" and "wtnv" between June 15, 2015 and January 27, 2023. They both depict very sharp spikes around 2013-2014 until the lines decrease greatly over time.

Image three is a drawing of Cecil from Welcome To Nightvale. He is white, with white hair, glasses, a third eye on his forehead, and he is wearing a suit. In the background is the silhouette of a neighborhood from the WTNV official art, a galaxy, and a moon. It is tinted purple. Image four is the always has been meme. Instead of the earth is the tumblr logo, and the text is: “a wtnv fansite?” “Always has been”. End ID] id thanks to @princess-of-purple-prose

#wtnv #welcome to night vale #sexymanotd #cecilsweep

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sashi-ya · 2 months

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a valentine's mini story 𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑻𝑯 𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑼𝑴 trafalgar law x f! reader

🩰 tw: a soft sfw story. spoilers from the last anime episode (not manga). happy valentine's day! 💕 🦢 wc: 923

“I LOVE YOU; I LOVE YOU; I LOVE YOU (NAME)-YA!” “ME???”

If there is something Law has passed are different types of “illnesses”; from amber lead to being feminized against his will. Now, as if that wasn’t enough, the truth serum had been injected into his body and his lips couldn’t get sealed any longer.

Your kneels hit the ground, with widen orbs and opened mouth.

“What- what did you gave him?!” you scream, kicking and trying to be let go. Just two people have fooled you two, and now you are taken hostage by a guy of who knows how many meters tall.

The era of piracy is so full of this random -and annoying- devil fruit users that sometimes it can take you by surprise. Today, was the day a couple of unknown pirates decided to mess with you two.

“Oh, just the Truth Serum. Isn’t it amazing? This fruit came to me like a gift of the Gods!” a lady, quite peculiar, laughs loudly at her victim. Who could have said someone that powerful like Trafalgar Law could be defeated so easily?

Her filthy hand grazes Law’s forehead. He is drenched in sweat, also kneeling down. He is desperate to help you, but her unstoppable tongue can’t stop saying how much he loves you.

And that, to you -but probably not for the rest of the crew if they were there - is surprising.

“He seems to love you, mh? Such good timing for Valentines! Well, then, in order to spare her life, he will cooperate… right? You have those Poneglyph right?” that villainess says, slapping Law’s cheek.

Law feels miserable and absolutely embarrassed; not even his strong Haki can undo the spell of such stupid fruit ability. Or maybe it is also relieving to finally confess to you?

“Law, don’t- don’t worry- I’ll be fine! Don’t give her shit!” you scream, looking away. You, who are also deeply in love with him but never confessed, can’t look him in the eyes.

“No, I won’t let them touch you any longer. You are mine! I won’t let them hurt you!” he shouts, desperate. Never -and probably ever again- you will hear those words being screamed into the world like the public statement of pure romance.

You dare to cross sights with him, even if in pain as that brute is holding you like a kitten by your shirt collar up in the air. Your gazes are so intense, the world around seems to disappear for a moment. Why it has to be in this situation?

“Law! I am in l-!”

You take a big gasp of air, and when your tongue begins moving, ready to give him your own confession… something happens.

“HAYAAAAAAH!!!”

A big ball of white fur covered in bright orange suit appears to save the day; a strong kick to the back of that villain sends her flying away. Law has enough time to break himself the spell, as well as using a little rock to exchange your body for it.

It doesn’t take much more for Penguin and Shachi to give Law his beloved Kikkoku; a blade he uses to slash -but not hurt- both attackers. They both ask themselves why their heads are floating around detached from their necks, but that’s just a little taste of what it means to mess with a man like him.

Soon enough, and to your amusement, his arm surrounds your waist and quickly he runs away from “the scene”.

A coward? Not really. There was something Law needed to do, now that the truth has seen the light.

“L-Law? Are- are you ok? Stop. Stop!” you demand, asking for him to put you on your feet.

He tries to find the farthest spot; the secluded place possible. It’s enough with you listening to his “pathetic” confession -and the rest of the island too.-

When he finally puts you down, his inked hands run through all of your body. He needs to make sure you are fine. You are, indeed, more than fine… you have just realized he loves you as much as you love him.

“Scan!” he takes Kikkoku to asses your body in depth, but your hand intercepts him from doing so.

“Stop…” you sigh. Again, and as always, he is searching for every single way to avoid speaking about his feelings. “Law… it’s ok, I- I do feel the same…” you murmur, softly pushing the hilt of his katana down.

Law takes a deep breath. He can’t run away. Or he can?

The surgeon ponders the possibility of escaping from there. But wasn’t for his own body acting on behalf of his love, he might have probably done it. Luckily, his hand reaches your cheek, and his feet walk towards you.

“I love you too, Law” you repeat, looking down but still enjoying the delicate touch of his hand. A touch that migrates from cheek to your chin, lifting your head up to encounter your lips with his.

“I didn’t plan for this to go this way, (Name)-ya. I had flowers prepared for tonight… I really planned on confessing tonight; it’s just that my plans always get ruined”

“My sweat Law, when will they let you plan in peace? Did the kiss part came into the original plan?” you ask, coming even closer to his lips.

“No… I- I actually didn’t think you could-“

“My bad, it seems I am also going to ruin your plans this time. Now please, kiss me and never let me go”

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koostarcandy · 1 year

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whole damn world

summary: a night where jungkook and you just can't fall asleep. ensue the cutest night you've ever had, including karaoke, chicken, watching modern family and loving on your adorable son.

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: fluff, fluff and fluff.

wc: 923 words (issa baby 🤕)

a/n: guess who's gonna drop this and then pull a jungkook :]

"you're just fake snoring now, it doesn't even help!"

"i counted 837 sheep, sprayed our pillow mist and even played the dreamy lofi playlist we made and it got over. i have to resort to other measures, sweetheart."

you gasp, sitting up and throwing off the comforter, suddenly running to the living room. jungkook's tired brain short circuits, glancing around the room to see if you running wasn't something he dreamt of.

"baby?" he throws on a tshirt and quickly follows after you, "why are you running? did we miss an episode or something?"

"you said we tried everything but you forgot one thing, silly!" your eyes look akin to those of a detective who's pieced a puzzle they've been chasing to solve, fingers rapidly flying over your keyboard. he watches you in amusement and adoration, settling behind you and wrapping his arms around you. his eyes match yours now when he finds you ordering chicken from his new favourite restaurant.

"damn," jungkook lets out, "soy garlic chicken supremacy, okay?" he says aggressively and cutely, you note, his furrowed eyebrows letting you know that he was finishing the box, even if the moon laid to rest and the sun came up to start its daily duties. you're absentmindedly tracing the clock tattoo on his upper arm, midnight chicken and beer getting you quiet and sentimental.

your human pillow notices the comfortable silence from you, starry eyes following gloria delgado's rant about how the men in her family don't talk to her. "can see and feel you staring, koo." you turn your head to his side, lips lifted up at his adoring attention, eyes still focused on the tv. jungkook removes his gloves, downing the last of his beer. he nuzzles your neck, taking your homey and comforting scent. he pulls you impossibly closer, scattering kisses on your neck, tracing up to your cheeks. your eyes finally fall on his, peeking through his long bangs. its at level 3 now, you remind him proudly everyday, tying tiny braids and squishing his cheeks for your weekly change of wallpaper.

"you wanna play with my hair, don't you?" jungkook reads your mind, smiling when you nod sheepishly, already taking out the silk scrunchie which was holding his hair back in a sprout. he sits in between your legs, settling in comfortably. this is one of your favourite activities, carding your fingers through his soft and silky hair, watching the curls bounce when you brush through them.

you have nothing particular bothering you today, watching him grab the remote and shift to youtube, pulling up the karaoke version of dreamers, "lemme put on a show, baby, just for you," he says sincerely, getting up and letting bam sit on your lap now. he waits for the song to start, laughing when he looks at you looking unbelievably small behind bam.

you both never fail to cheer him on, giving him song requests and watching bam run around him, keeping up with his intense choreography. jungkook dramatically falls on you, giggling at your open mouth, mind still stuck on his sudden cover of unholy. "cat got your tongue, sweetheart?" you punch his arm weakly, "you've had too much to drink tonight, honey," you retort back, laughing at your equally weak attempt to get him back. he straddles your lap, letting himself fall on you like a weighted blanket. and he's your favourite type, made of love and cosy comfort.

you look down on him, the beer chugging finally catching up with him, his droopy eyes catching yours. "hi, my love," he giggles, turning his head to find bam nosing him, "and hello, my bamie!" he sits up slightly so he could shower the pup with kisses, booping his brown nose with his finger.

you watch the interaction with endeared eyes, finding your day incomplete without seeing the both of them, happy and content. you weren't planning on crying tonight, it wasn't in today's plot of your unusual night and you certainly didn't expect tears to fall down like waterfalls down your cheeks when you hear jungkook say, "you both are part of the most important people in my life, never forget that, okay?"

you immediately lift your arm to cover your eyes, sniffling and crying like your husband just returned from war. said husband from war is on you in an instant, holding your face tenderly. "i didn't mean to make you cry," he says, leaning his forehead on yours and willing himself to not cry. "happy tears, koo, we're fine," you reassure him, pulling back to place a kiss on his lips. you push his hair back from his forehead, tying his hair in a loose ponytail. his eyes trace your feature with starry fondness, pulling your neck so you're looking at him again.

jungkook sighs, making you tilt your head to the side in curiosity. he kisses you tenderly, leaving another one on your forehead.

"bamie, house, it's late and i just remembered we have to go to the doc's, so sleepy time, okay?" he says firmly yet gently, giving the doberman a forehead kiss. he doesn't go until he gets his customary forehead pat from you, which you lovingly give him promptly.

"he knocked out quickly," jungkook says quietly, getting up and settling on the couch. he pulls you up so you're on his lap now, nosing his way to your neck and sighing in content. "he got that from me," you say, giggling when you get a playful glare and apologizing half-heartedly, squishing his cheeks in retaliation when he starts tickling you.

jungkook holds your waist, making you go still, "god," he breathes, "how is it that when i look at you, i see the whole damn world?"

pt time: @armys-dna ; @junsai-tree ; @soobhyun ; @shatzkrinslinzki ; @jinsquishes ; @cherishoshi ; @fragmentof-indifference ; @indgio ; @jjkeverlast ; @parkdatjimin ; @yoogijk ; @starlight-1010

#jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook fanfic #jungkook oneshot #jungkook imagine #jungkook fluff fanfic #jungkook scenarios #bts jungkook #bts jungkook x reader #bts fluff #bts fanfic #bts oneshot #bts imagine #lessgo i finally wrote smth #pat on my back for writing this #and finishing one semester how did i do that #okay bye <3 #mwah ily

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maple-the-awesome · 4 months

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Happy New Year! ||

Pairing: {Any} Link x Reader

Words: 923

Overview: It's New Years in Hyrule and you plan on finally living out one of the most famous holiday traditions. Here's a very last minute New Years piece that I decided to write within the last hour because I've done it for other characters before, so why can't it be Link's turn? Happy New Years everyone 🥳

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You’re certain even the inhabitants of Death Mountain can hear the current celebrations taking place in Castle Town right now. If not, then the gorons of this kingdom must’ve invested in some pretty efficient earmuffs.

How anyone actually enjoys parties like this is beyond you. You can barely hear yourself think over the obnoxious shouting of the crowd, let alone enjoy the music being played by a band Hylia knows where.

Is this street lined with cobble? Going off of what you remember from when you first arrived this morning, you think it is, but there’s no point in trying to confirm it now. It’s been forever since you’ve seen so many people in one spot, packed together like sardines that wear colorful hats and clothing, but you definitely don’t miss being tossed this way then that way by such obvious mobs.

At least the night will be ending soon. Although you doubt that will put an end to this overwhelming party, it will give you the freedom to return to your comfortable room at the local inn which you PRAY is soundproof or else you’ll really be cranky tomorrow, but for now, you must blink away the sleep and continue on your path since there are far more important matters at hand than a good night’s sleep.

“Where are we going?” The question might as well be whispered during a storm. You don’t hear a word of it, your only hint towards its existence being the way Link’s lips move in the corner of your eyes. They’re turned upward in slight amusement as he follows after your swift pace. The only thing that’s keeping you from being separated into a wave of sweaty bodies is your tightly interlocked hands.

Around another corner, shoving past a drunk trio and into the first breath of fresh air you’ve had in the last four hours. It’s not necessarily ‘quiet’ with the festival only a few feet behind, but you suppose it will have to do.

“What’s with that sour look?” Link pokes the corner of your lips, earning himself a swat and a misdirected glare; a consequence of your disappointed pout.

“...This isn’t what I had in mind.”

“And what is it that you had in mind?” He raises an eyebrow teasingly, his grin growing naturally when you cross your arms while tapping your foot like a frustrated rabbit.

“I-I don’t know. A garden filled with roses. A lone fountain sprouting glittering, moonlit water - Something more romantic than this!” You gesture ahead to the narrow alley which is filled with only discarded boxes and untouched by any moonlight due to its position between two tall buildings.

“At least it doesn’t smell,” Link points out, but your scrunch up nose tells him that his optimism isn’t helping much, so he wraps his arm around your waist, tugging you against his side where you stubbornly stand with mocked annoyance written all over your face.

“...I suppose it will have to do,” You eventually sigh, leaning your head against him yet keeping your arms crossed as emphasis that you don’t really care for this ‘compromise’. You just don’t want to venture back into that crowd nor do you have the time for it, “...A garden would’ve been much better, though.”

“Agreed.”

“You must be wondering why I’ve dragged you here.”

“To escape further social interaction?”

“No - Well yes, but that was only an added benefit; a type of ‘kill two birds with one stone’ situation. What I really brought you here for is tradition,” You pivot your body so that you can stand in front of him.

Almost automatically, he fixes both of his arms around you, keeping them low against your hips as he watches you straighten his tunic, “Tradition? What kind?”

You hum and take your time in answering him, “...It’s tradition in my world to share a kiss at the stroke of midnight during the New Year. Supposedly it brings good luck or something like that. I’ve never done it with anyone before, but you seem like a decent fellow; I’ll take any good excuse to kiss you.”

“That so?” Link chuckles, gently lifting your chin to look up at him.

You merely nod. Out on the street, you can hear the crowd’s voices begin to fall in sync until they form one joyful rhythm and familiar countdown. Leaning closer, you let your breath fan Link’s lips, your flirtatious smirks a mirror of each other’s, “One kiss for a year of good luck. A worthwhile trade, wouldn’t you say?”

Moments ago, you were forced to walk through a town of drunk people who had forgotten how to behave in public, so it’s surprising how well they all suddenly know how to count: 10…9…8…7…6…5…4…

“Fool. You know I don’t need any reason to kiss you,” Link whispers, meeting his lips to yours which acts as the perfect distraction that pulls you away from the eruption of shouts and crackling fireworks that shake Castle Town to its core. What was once so difficult to drown out is officially mute against your ears as you wrap your arms over Link’s shoulders and allow him to dip you into the kiss that molds both of your smiles together.

"Does that make up for the lack of romantic settling?" He pulls away only enough to ask his question, each movement of his lips brushing yours.

"Very much so," With that, you pull him back in for another kiss, after all, who said you'd have to stop after midnight?

#legend of zelda x reader #legend of zelda #link x reader #linked universe #linked universe x reader #lu time x reader #lu four x reader #lu hyrule x reader #lu legend x reader #lu sky x reader #lu twilight x reader #lu wild x reader #lu warrior x reader #lu wind x reader #x reader #reader insert

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it-happened-one-fic · 9 months

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Unsaid Words - Baizhu

Author Notes: I had some feelings after reading Baizhu's story quest and this fic happened. In a lot of ways I wanted to write something fluffier for him, but I also felt like being in a relationship with Baizhu would be really hard after learning about his backstory and what-not. Due to the inspiration this fic had, it does include spoilers for Baizhu's story quest, so heads up. As per usual, reader is gender-netural. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ spoilers for Baizhu's story quest/ fluff/ angst with comfort/ romantic

Word Count: 923

Another customer exited Bubu Pharmacy singing the praises of Baizhu’s miraculous treatment. It was common, but a life-saving cure was worth celebration.

And yet, you weren’t celebrating. You were standing outside the backroom with your hand on the doorknob as you hesitated. Knowing full well what you would see once you opened the door. You exhaled quietly though and went ahead and opened the door.

Baizhu lay stretched out on the bed with Changsheng curled up on his chest. He appeared to be resting peacefully at the very least while the snake looked up. Her head twisting your way as you entered the room quietly,

“How is he?” Your voice was soft as you sat down, the bed dipping with your weight as you eyed the young man next to with a certain sadness in your heart.

Changsheng let out a customary sigh as she shook her head before she responded, looking back towards the man who continued to rest, “Fine, as you can see he’s resting.”

You nodded, your hand reaching to find Baizhu’s as you continued to look down at him. It was a relief he didn’t have to use this treatment any more than he already did, but even this was far too much.

You knew all about how Baizhu was seeking immortality and you understood his reasoning perfectly. But even with the deep and abiding love you held for him, you couldn’t fully agree with his methods of treatment or his grand scheme for making things alright.

Or maybe it was because of that love that you couldn’t agree.

You had always loved the passion he held for curing others, and his caring heart was one of the reasons you’d fallen in love with him even despite how he’d attempted to distance himself. But the fact he risked his own life, exchanging it for another’s piece by piece and slowly draining himself…. That was the reason you’d never pursued a relationship.

Baizhu’s fingers twitched under your hand and then his hand returned your grip. “Y/n,” His voice was as it always was in moments like this. Achingly soft and filled to the brim with raw, unadulterated affection.

That tone was how you knew he returned your feelings even though he often did his best to hide it. And the fact he tried to hide his feelings was how you knew, that like you, he would never push for a relationship deeper than the one you already shared.

Because he’d never want you to chain yourself to someone like him. Someone so willing to give himself away in the name of saving others.

Baizhu, ever the kind-hearted soul he was, wished for your happiness. And while being with Baizhu would bring you endless joy, it would also be a life filled with sorrow and moments like this.

And even now you felt that sorrow despite the fact that the two of you weren’t tied by the formalities of a solidified relationship. It couldn’t be helped, what with how long you’d been at his side and loved him.

Baizhu exhaled softly, his thumb rubbing across the back of your fingers and hand, “I’ve hurt you again…. I’m sorry.”

“They’ve been here ever since the patient left,” Changsheng hissed judgmentally but softly at the doctor. Eliciting a half-chuckle from the man as he shook his head.

Changsheng had made her opinions clear. She thought Baizhu was a fool and should give up his ability, let her die, and live his life with you. She had told him so just as she had told you.

“How are you feeling?” You ignored the snake’s gentle chastening, opting to instead question Baizhu as he sat up.

“Fine,” He paused as he caught the doubting look you gave him before he at last surrendered with a weary sigh. “Alright, I feel weak and tired. But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

You hummed in reply, getting up and collecting the tea you’d started brewing when his most recent patient had first been brought back to this room. Because bringing a patient back to this room always meant that Baizhu was going to do what he’d just done and give away yet another piece of his life in the name of saving another’s.

“Here, your tea’s ready,” You handed him the cup. Earning yourself a smile from the doctor.

“Prepared as ever…. What would I do without you Y/n?” You smiled fondly at his words but didn’t say anything.

And you didn’t have to. Changsheng answered for you from where she’d slithered up to rest on Baizhu’s shoulders, “Probably fall apart. You really are useless without Y/n.”

You grinned at her blunt remark, noting that she would probably start scolding him as soon as you left.

You leaned over though, pressing a kiss to Baizhu’s forehead and causing him to go wide-eyed as you pulled away, “You keep resting. Me, Gui, and Qiqi will handle closing up the pharmacy tonight.”

You got stopped as you attempted to pull away by his hand gripping your wrist gently but firmly, “Y/n.”

Your eyes met his, smiling as your gaze collided with his infinitely apologetic one, “Thank you… Really.” There were a myriad of unsaid words in his eyes, but you knew exactly what each of them were.

‘Thank you for staying by me.’

‘I’m sorry.’

‘It’ll get better.’

All of them were kind sentiments, but then, most prevalently, you could see the one that was most commonly hidden within the depths of his gaze.

‘I love you.’

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mirisss · 24 days

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Cuddling with Ampers&One

Ampers&One x reader

Thank you for the request! I hope you like it!

Wordcount ≈ 923

Warnings: None I think

Na Kamden

Kamden is the type of guy who would always have an arm around you. Walking on the street? Boom, he has his arm around your shoulders or your waist, sometimes when it’s more convenient he’ll hold your hand. Movie night with the friend group? Kamden’s arm is around you. It brings him comfort to hold you in his arms, knowing you’re close and can’t be separated.

When it’s just the two of you, home alone, on the couch, Kamden loves to cuddle with him laying on his back and you on his chest. He will run his fingers through your hair and every now and then, he will strain his neck to give you a kiss on the head.

He Brian

Brian is more for subtle touches in daily life, no more than holding hands out in the open. Walking beside each other, only your pinky fingers touching each other as the two of you share nervous smiles. It doesn’t matter if you have been together for only a week or 5 years, you’re both as innocent as ever.

Though when you are home alone, in the comfort of your home, Brian loves to hug you, back hugs are his favorite as he whispers in your ear or sings your favorite song lowly as you dance around the kitchen. In bed, Brian is the type to rest his head on your chest as you fall asleep, his arms tightly wrapped around you as he listens to the beating of your heart.

Choi Jiho

Jiho is a wild card when it comes to cuddling or skinship in public. Some days he will keep an arms length between the two of you no matter what and other days he will be hanging on to you as if he would die without having you pressed against him.

In the safety of your home, Jiho will be all over you. If you’re in the kitchen, he’s back-hugging you, if you’re brushing your teeth, he’s back-hugging you, any time he can he will be giving you a back hug. In bed, he will love spooning, but also sleeping in the sweetheart’s cradle. Any position where he can hold you in his arms, he loves.

Yoon Siyun

Siyun will be a bit more reserved in public, however, he will hold your hand. It feels safer that way, especially if you’re out walking on the street, he has to hold your hand or he will worry that the two of you will become separated. In front of the boys, he can hug you and maybe a quick kiss every now and then.

At home, Siyun is still a little more reserved than some of the others. He wishes he was as bold as Jiho or Mackiah but it feels weird to be so clingy, but eventually as your relationship grows he will become braver and more comfortable. When sleeping, he prefers the two of you laying beside each other and just your hands touching.

Choi Kyrell

Kyrell will be really shy at first but try to act bold. He will watch different romance movies and series to try and get some tips on how to act romantic with physical touches. Each movie and series will give him a number of moves to try, however whenever it comes to it, he always gets to nervous to actually try it. One of the few things he managed was the “helping you reach something on the highest shelf”, it wasn’t intentional though but when he came into the kitchen you were trying to reach a certain mug that Kamden accidentally put on the wrong shelf, so Kyrell walked over and reached over you to get the mug. You were in awe of his action but Kyrell only smiled and handed you the mug.

Even at home alone, when it comes to sleeping, Kyrell is a bit shy, so you often have to initiate the cuddling but once you have initiated it, you’re stuck. Because he won’t let go until he truly has to. He will lock you in his arms and keep you there until the morning.

Mercer Mackiah

Mackiah is similar to Kamden, he must have some sort of skin contact at all times. Mackiah will hold your hand wherever you guys are, have an arm around you, and drape himself over you from behind, he’d put you in his pocket if he could.

When the two of you are lying in bed, about to sleep, Mackiah has to spoon you because he can’t sleep unless he’s holding you tight and close. He will also give you about a thousand kisses on the neck and the head before falling asleep.

Kim Seungmo

He’s the youngest but one of the boldest when it comes to PDA, he just doesn’t care what others think. If he wants to hold your hand, he will, if he wants to hug you, he will, if he wants to kiss you, he will. The only time he is embarrassed is around the other boys, mostly because they tease him, but he still holds your hand/hugs/kisses you.

When it comes to sleeping, Seungmo will either fall asleep on top of you, spooning you, or in the sweetheart’s cradle. He loves falling asleep on top of you, with his head on your chest and with one of your hands scratching his head.

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♡ bonfire | sunghoon ♡

relaxing with sunghoon as the sunsets beyond the ocean; prompt: cuddled by a bonfire wrapped in a blanket

♡ sunghoon x gn!reader | wc. 923 ♡ genres/tropes: FLUFF !! 10000% self indulgent ooey gooey fluff ♡ mentions of/warnings: n/a ♡ a/n: use of pet names (he calls u my love, love) ♡ masterlist ♡

Beyond the bonfire, ocean waves crash against the shore, tide coming in with every wave and eating up that much more shore. The fire’s crackle offsets the steady pattern of the waves. You watch as orange and yellow embers burst up, out, and away from the flames. They float up into the sky before blinking out.

The beach is populated with strangers. Other singles and couples and larger groups, surrounding this bonfire and others like it down the shore. Some brought out camp chairs and some sit on pieces of driftwood.

You, however, firmly believe you have the best spot.

Earlier in the day, as the sun was setting, you watched as Sunghoon dug and sculpted the sand into a type of seat–a low area for you to sit with your feet up and your back supported. As the sun kissed the horizon, dipping into the ocean and covering everything in a deep orange, Sunghoon pulled you to his side. Your hips clicked together, and he wrapped the long blanket you’d brought around your shoulders and down your backs like a cape. Then, he turned to you, eyes alight, and pulled you down.

You were perfectly bundled up, cradled in his arms, and lowkey stuck in his sandy seat creation. You knew, at the end of the night, you would have to crawl awkwardly out. But you didn’t care.

Sunghoon laughed. “I guess you really did fall for me, huh?”

You whacked against his chest with a playful fist. “You pulled me down!” He kept laughing, and it’s music to your ears.

An hour or so later–you aren’t too sure and, again, you don’t care–you’re still out on the beach, snuggled together. The warm summer evening has been replaced with a cool seabreeze. The bonfire, the blanket, and Sunghoon beside you keep you warm against the night chill.

Sunghoon turns his head, which had been titled on top of yours, to press his lips against your temple. His hand moves up from being thrown around your shoulder to playing with your hair, pulling strands away just to let them fall back into place.

Your hands, in turn, play with the one he has resting in your lap. You fiddle with his fingers, his rings. You examine his nail beds, how his knuckles bend just so.

When that hand rises up to catch your chin and turn your face towards his, you don’t stop it. You pull the blanket in closer, keeping this your own little world as his lips find yours.

It’s a simple, languid kiss. One that sits and stays and takes your breath away. It’s salty and smokey, a new sensation. It curls a feeling from your stomach and up your spine. One of your hands comes up, finding a spot on his chest before moving up to cup the base of his neck.

He breaks the kiss, his breathing shallow as he catches his breath, resting his forehead on yours. Your eyes flutter open, taking in his details that you can see from so close. His eyes, soft and trained on yours. The beauty mark at the top of his nose, and the other on his cheek. How he hums slightly, content in your presence.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, voice low and soft.

You smile, hand coming up from his neck to caress his cheek and page through his hair. He shivers a little beneath your touch, even still. Even after everything, you still have this power over him.

“I'm thinking,” you begin, and he smiles and nods for you to continue, “about how I’m the luckiest person ever.”

He laughs, pulling you closer. He turns and kisses the soft spot beneath your jaw, and a content sigh slips past your lips. “Funny,” he whispers, barely audible over the crash of waves and warm against your skin. He pulls back ever so slowly, tilting his chin and staring down at you down his nose and through half-lidded lashes. “I was thinking how I'm the luckiest person ever. We can’t both be that, now can we?”

You giggle under his pseudo-serious gaze. He almost cracks at seeing you so delighted. “I said it first,” you try.

“I was thinking it before the sun even set, my love.” And he kisses you again, and again, and again. Hands in your hair, the back of your neck, splayed large and firm against your ribs. You turn closer into him, tucking yourself against his frame. Your fingers run through his hair, massaging his scalp.

Somewhere down the beach, a firework pops, casting a sparkly gold hue for a moment or so. You both jump apart, startled by the sudden sound.

“Are you tired, love?” Sunghoon asks when you rest your head on his shoulder.

You nod in response.

Sunghoon places a finger beneath your chin and tilts your head up to his gaze. “Are you happy, love?"

You spend a moment to take it all in. Sunghoon, your boyfriend, your lover, in front of you. His seabreeze-tousled hair. His eyes trained on you and you alone. You feel his arms around you, their strength and warmth and safety. A highlight reel of best moments flashes behind your eyes, and ends with this one, here on the beach.

Another firework pops overhead, this time red and pinkish.

“Yes,” you reply, and you lean up to kiss him, lips landing at the corner of his. He smiles, and laughs, and you feel renewed. You chose right with him. “Yes, Sunghoon. it’s beyond compare.”

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andreafmn · 1 year

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12 Days of Ficmas - Day 4

Prompt (by @12-days-of-ficmas): you have whipped cream on your nose

Word Count: 923

Story Description: When (Y/N) can't sleep, they cook. Today, they're cooking pancakes, Damon's sort of favorite food. Though he's hungry for another type of delicacy.

Fandom: Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x NonBinary!Reader

Warnings: implied smut

A/N: it's short and sweet and it almost turned into a full-on smut, but decide to keep it pg-13 🫣

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Insomnia? Just Eat

There was never much downtime for anyone with knowledge of the supernatural in Mystic Falls. Whether you knew of vampires, werewolves, witches, or whatnots – or you knew about them – there wasn’t a day that went by without some trouble brewing.

So, when they had even a few hours by themselves, everyone used them as best they could. Whether it was to catch up on much-needed sleep, spend time with their families and loved ones, or simply rest. As the world continued turning, ignorant to the dangers that truly lingered, others fought to keep them safe and valued the time they didn’t have to.

In the Salvatore boarding house, everyone was sleeping, enjoying one of those rare moments of tranquility — they knew it would not last long. And they were going to enjoy it as best they could. Well, except for one person.

(Y/N) was notoriously known for their insomniac tendencies. When they slept, it was only for a couple of hours at a time, never finding that much-needed slumber. As everyone dreamed, they were wide awake, cooking in the kitchen.

When they couldn’t find that sliver of sleep they needed, they would bake, they would cook, and they would sometimes clean – rarely the latter. If their mind was awake, they had to keep busy in some way.

That winter morning, as a blanket of snow covered the lawn outside and locked them in the house, they were in the kitchen cooking pancakes. A mess of flor was strewn about the floor, eggshells were scattered on the counter, and they were covered in specks of batter. It was a messy sight, but they were having fun, their concentration completely on the fluffy pancakes on the stove.

From the entryway, Damon watched the scene unfold. He leaned onto the archway on his shoulder, a wide smile painted onto his face. He recalled the time he had been stuck in the prison world. Cooking pancakes just like they were doing, trying his best to keep a sane mind in that crazy place. The only difference was (Y/N) wasn’t there. Though he was with Bonnie, he’d never felt so alone in a long time.

“Quite a mess you’ve made here,” he spoke up, startling his partner that was concentrated on the food and the Christmas music that was quietly playing in the room. “Never thought pancakes could be this messy.”

“They are when they’re Christmas pancakes,” they smiled. (Y/N) picked up a plate and showed Damon proudly their concoction. “It’s a gingerbread man!”

“Oh! I mean, it looks like it’s supposed to be a gingerbread man,” Damon chuckled. “Looks good… enough. Why don’t I take over? You can start decorating them.”

“Fine,” (Y/N) chuckled. “I forgot you were the resident pancake expert.”

“What can I say? I’ve had a lot of practice.”

They sat down on the island, opposite of Damon, as they took the pancakes that were already made. In bowls, there were red M&Ms and chocolate chips, and there was a can of whipped cream. They placed two pancakes on each plate and started decorating. With the M&Ms, they gave the little figure buttons. With the chocolate, eyes, and a smile. And with the whipped cream, a scarf.

“Finished!” They exclaimed, the can of whipped cream still in their hand. As they threw their arms into the air, they accidentally pressed the tip, sending whipped cream everywhere. “Shit, sorry!”

The pair burst out in laughter, the spray only adding to the mess that was scattered on the kitchen. Damon circled the island with a cloth, helping (Y/N) to clean up the goo that had landed on their body. He wiped their clothes, then their arms, and finally their face. And he couldn’t help the look of adoration that clung to his eyes.

Moments like these were rare. Where the biggest problem would be cleaning up the kitchen and finishing the insane amount of pancakes they had cooked. It made them both feel normal – human. They were not a vampire and their supernatural-fighting partner. Simply two people in love cooking breakfast on a winter morning.

“You still have some whipped cream on your nose,” Damon pointed out, a look of mischief taking over his face.

“Are you gonna clean it up?” (Y/N) teased. “You know I can’t see it.”

Damon walked closer until he was situated in between their open legs. With a toothy grin, he stuck his tongue out and licked the whipped cream away. He then traveled to their mouth, placing a hard and passionate kiss on their lips. (Y/N) wrapped their arms around his neck, their hands pulling softly at the hair on his nape.

A groan escaped his lips. Heat rising between them. Instinctively, (Y/N) wrapped their legs around his waist, pressing Damon even closer to their body. Soon enough, their kissing turned into a steamy makeout and neither could deny the want that was growing between them.

“What do you say we take this upstairs and I give you an early Christmas present?” Damon grinned.

“But what about the pancakes?” (Y/N) said innocently. “I don’t want them to go to waste.”

“I can assure you they won’t,” he chuckled. “I’m sure Stefan will eat them.”

“And the mess?”

“Quit teasing, (Y/N),” Damon growled. “Now, hang on, baby.”

(Y/N) tightened their legs around his waist and their arms around his neck, giving him another kiss before he sped them to their bedroom. There, another type of feast was held.

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daydreaming-en-pointe · 4 months

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*ೃ༄ ready, set, spin! ˚◞♡ ⃗

Pairing: Gwen Stacy x fem!Indian!Reader

Type: Oneshot - Fluff

Word count: 923

Warnings: Use of Y/N, use of nicknames (sweetheart, my love) and lots of culture infodumping but everything’s just fluffy stuff! :D

A/N: Wrote this while waiting for a ballet performance which I’m in to start so not proofread at all :’)

(also shoutout to @hobiebrownismygod for hyping my up tHAT WAS LITERALLY SO SWEET THANK U SO MUCH MY LOVE 💕)

“Gwen? Gwen! What-”

You cut yourself off with a soft grunt as the girl in front of you tackled you into a hug, squeezing you tight against her. You dropped your kathak bag onto the floor to hug her back. “Hi, Y/N. I had some free time and thought I’d come visit you. You just got back from kathak?”

You nodded and squeezed her hand as she pulled away to press a kiss to your lips and look at you, dressed in a ghagra choli and churidars covered from head-to-toe in mirror-like sequins stitched barely inches apart onto the midnight blue fabric.

“You look like a disco ball,” Gwen noted, giving you a smile. “Yeah, I noticed.” You linked pinkies with her, dragging her over to sit beside you on the couch while you caught your breath. “We had to do so many chakkars today, I’m absolutely exhausted.”

“Chakkars? What are- oh, are they those spins? Are you spotting enough?” Gwen pulled your legs over her lap, examining the ghungroo bells tied around your ankles with fascination. You held out your hand to her and she untied the strings of bells for you, dropping it into your palm and starting to massage small circles into your sore calf muscles.

“Yeah, I’m spotting enough. It’s just really tiring, y’know?”

Gwen smoothed down a wrinkle in your ghagra. “Yep, that happens. Same thing with pirouettes.”

“Noooo, pirouettes are so different! They’re all graceful and elegant and your legs are in weird positions and a chakkar is more speed than grace. I bet you can’t do a chakkar,” You grinned at her from across the couch, a friendly challenge in your tone at the last part.

“Oh, you are on. And I bet you can’t do a pirouette.”

“Deal. Prepare to lose, Gwendolyn Maxine Stacy.” You couldn’t help but giggle softly at the death-glare she gave you once you mentioned her full name. Fortunately, you knew her well enough to know you had to squirm out of range so she couldn’t tickle you ruthlessly.

“Okay, pirouettes, right? Is it like…” You placed your left foot a few inches behind your right one, angled out so your ankles were lined up. Gwen winced at how you were mercilessly butchering the fourth position in ballet.

“Shush, I’m trying my best. I’d like to see you try to do a chakkar on your first try.” You gave her a little glare, unable to squash the smile tugging at your mouth.

Gwen stuck her tongue out at you and joined you on the floor, standing a few feet away and joining her heels. “How do I do it again…?”

“Wait, you gotta use the ghungroo!” You grabbed the strings and tied them around her ankles, the bells jingling with every move she made. Gwen scrunched her nose as she looked down at it. “This is so different from ballet. Lemme guess, next you’re going to tell me to not point my toes.”

“Well… yeah, actually. See, you’re catching on already!” You gave her a kiss on the cheek before retaking your place and trying your best to figure out how you had aligned your heels. “Okay, you go first. Do a four-step chakkar. I’ll count tha, thei, thei, thut. On each syllable you move your feet into the turn.”

“Wait, wh-”

“Tha, thei, thei, thut” You watched Gwen fumble her way through the turn. Surprisingly, she was a natural at it, although her technique could be perfected a little. “Whoa, you’re actually really good at this. It took me weeks to learn how to do a chakkar.”

Gwen gave you a big smile and reached out to squeeze your hand in thanks before coming to stand beside you. “Okay, now do a pirouette. I know you can do it, sweetheart. C’mon, feel the fire, reach into your heart to find the answer or whatever those mentors in your serials say.”

You feigned a dramatic gasp. “Don’t insult Bollywood serials, they’re awesome!”

“I never said they weren’t. Now shush and focus on the turn or you might end up on the floor with a twisted ankle.” You angled your gaze at a point on the wall to spot through your turn, then brought your hands to curve and meet a little in front of your belly button. You pushed your back leg off the ground into the turn, but lost your spotting point somewhere along the way and ended up losing your balance.

Gwen lunged to catch you before you could hit the ground, steadying you and bringing you back onto your feet. “Yeah, I think that’s enough for today. Come on, let’s go get something to eat.”

“Pani puri,” You immediately suggested. Gwen’s eyes widened and she flushed a little as she remembered an incident that happened when you first tried to teach her to crack open the sphere part of the snack.

“You know I keep breaking those little sphere things,” She complained, giving you puppy eyes in hopes that they’d change your mind. “I spilled the pani part of it all over you last time too, remember? And I don’t wanna ruin your kathak clothes, they’re so pretty.”

“That’s fine, my love. I’ll go change and I’ll teach you how to do it again, properly this time. Besides, pani puri isn’t supposed to be eaten neatly, the whole point of it is that it’s messy and you need to somehow stuff the whole thing in your mouth before it leaks and makes too big of a mess to clean up.”

“Fine, I’ll do it. But only because you asked me to. And I’m going to hold the puri this time.”

I don’t do Kathak and I never have, so pls lmk if anything’s incorrect! <3

Kathak is a type of northern Indian classical dance, with alternate passages of mime and dancing.

A ghagra is a long full skirt, often decorated with embroidery, mirrors, or bells.

A choli is a blouse or a bodice-like upper garment that is commonly cut short leaving the midriff bare (but it’s not always cropped that short). It is usually worn along with a sari or ghagra in the Indian subcontinent.

A ghungroo, also known as ghunghru or ghungur or ghungura, is one of many small metallic bells strung together to form ghungroos, a musical anklet tied to the feet of classical Indian dancers.

Spotting is just a technique used by dancers when they’re spinning as a way to not lose their balance - basically you just focus on a point and every time you spin you have to look at that particular point as quickly as you can and for as long as you can.

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rrrrinmaru · 1 year

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the taste of vanilla on your lips

wc: 923 rating: T

When he shows up before you in an ice cream truck, the first thing you do is check the date.

“It’s not April Fool’s yet,” you tell him, brows furrowed even as your lips curve up of their own accord. “What are you doing in that thing?”

“Making an honest living,” Marius replies, one arm braced against the counter as he tilts his head at you. From this angle, you can see the sharp slant of his jaw when he grins at you. “Is the pretty lady interested in ice cream? I’ve got every flavour under the sky in my truck.”

You stare at him, torn between exasperation and amusement. This isn’t the first time he’s shown up in an ice cream truck, but this time you aren’t at HoyoLand and he’s not in the signature uniform.

He’s dressed casually. A white T-shirt with a rounded collar sits loosely on his shoulders, and the usual over-jacket is nowhere to be seen. There’s a dark blue apron tied around his waist and neck. Marius looks younger than usual, looking the very picture of a university student sneaking out to do some part-time work. It’s like a breath of fresh air, watching the way his lips curl as he grins at you.

And you’re in a park. You’re honestly surprised there aren’t more kids running up to try and buy ice cream from the handsome man in the eye-catching truck. The sun sets in the horizon, casting a gentle orange glow over the place, and the light catches on the bridge of his knuckles when he braces his palm against the roof to lean out.

“So, what’ll it be, pretty miss?” He asks, eyebrows raised as he smirks at you. “Are you a classic type of girl, or more adventurous? Vanilla, or cereal and milk?”

“You have cereal and milk flavoured ice cream in there?”

“I have everything you want,” Marius says smugly, giving you such a self-assured smile that you can’t help but want to kiss it off his face. “Have your pick. Everything in this truck is at your mercy. And we have an ongoing discount! Two for the price of one, a special treat for our thousandth customer.”

The charm that rolls off him is effortless. You try to resist it, maybe give him a hard time for driving an ice cream truck all the way here, but you’re helpless to the twinkle in his eyes.

You hope it’s not too self-centered to think that he’s here for you. Marius certainly didn’t pick this park out of the entirety of Stellis for no reason.

“Vanilla,” you decide. “Two scoops.”

“You only get to pick one,” he tells you, already ducking back in to scoop ice cream into a cone. “The other one is a surprise!”

You huff, shifting your weight from side to side as you wait for him to be done. Instead of handing you the cone through the main window, however, Marius turns to the door.

The door to the van. As if he intends on leaving.

You stand there, surprised as he does just that—he unties the cute blue apron with his free hand and slips it off his neck, hanging it up as he goes down the steps.

“For the lucky lady,” he says, offering the cone to you with a flourish. “Happy birthday, jiejie.”

The flush rises almost immediately. You put a hand to your face, trying to cover the redness of your cheeks. “I didn’t—how did you know? Did I tell you before, in the past?”

“I checked your ID,” Marius replies playfully, pulling at your hand to drag it away from your face. “No need to hide such a pretty face. Here, one scoop of vanilla ice cream.”

You grab the cone, trying to focus on tasting the ice cream instead of looking at Marius. But you can tell that he’s staring at you, one hand tucked lazily into his pocket as he smiles, and the flush stubbornly stays on your face.

“I thought you said I could get two scoops,” you point out in a weak attempt to change the subject.

As if on cue, Marius puts on the worst shocked expression ever. His eyes go comically wide, mouth dropping open in surprise as he pretends to gasp, and he looks at you like you’ve discovered the secret to world peace.

“Why, jiejie,” he says, smile clinging to his lips once he’s done acting. His fingers interlock with yours, grip tightening slightly like he wants to make sure he’s holding onto you properly, and he tugs you close.

“I said it was a two for one deal. Everything in the truck is at your mercy. Including the ice cream man, you know?”

“You—!”

Marius laughs, swinging your entwined hands lightly as he watches you get flustered. “I’ll get you another scoop if you really want one, jiejie. The actual ice cream man should be coming any minute now. I just borrowed his truck to surprise you.”

Ah, you think, seeing someone round the corner and head straight to the truck. He waves at Marius, giving a meaningful look in your direction, and your fingers twitch around Marius’ hand when Marius nods back.

“How about it?” Marius points at the newly reclaimed ice cream truck. “Want another scoop?”

You shake your head. “I’ve got everything I want right here,” you whisper, and squeeze Marius’ hand.

He blinks, surprised, and then it’s his turn to try and hide his flush behind the palm of his hand.

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(a/n: written for a friend! happy birthday 🥳 )

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my-b-side-life-aii · 1 year

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theravenclawlover · 2 years

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🎃Kinktober Day 26🎃

Day Prompt: Non or dubcon/Petplay/Leather & latex

Word Count: 923

Warnings: +18 (MDNI), sexual content, unprotected sex, dubious consent (she's not aware of Marc's situation), "C" word usage, and my usual shitty writing.

A/N: This is very much unexplored territory, so yeah there's that. I've never written this type of stuff before, so I'm not sure how to feel about it. also, no, I won't be writing more stuff with the dub or non-con stuff. I did it with them because is a slightly different situation. this is my first and last attempt at this. so don't read it if this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable.

Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley x F!Reader

Marc, Steven, and—unbeknown to them—Jake felt guilty. Jake not so much, but Marc and Steven were in shambles. And the problem was you. You were dating Marc, for almost six months according to Steven who was more aware of that than Marc. Not that you knew, and that was the issue. You didn’t know about Marc’s situation which technically was Steven’s and Jake’s situation. But at first, it wasn’t much of an issue. But the more the relationship progressed, it turned harder to keep stuff all…clear. When sex had entered the situation, Marc had tried to keep the body, tried to keep his mind with you, but the first time he’d cum inside of you he had lost himself and Steven had taken over. And Steven had almost died out of embarrassment and shame when he realized what had happened. In a miracle of the moment, you had been too blissed out to even notice the change. And the bigger miracle was that you didn’t notice the nights after that either. You were so fucked out, or in the middle of that, to notice how sometimes it was Steven the one eating you out, letting his tongue eat you out a lot more gentler before Marc took over again to go at it like a madman. Sometimes mid thrust Marc would close his eyes to allow Jake to overpower both Steven and Marc and he was the one to fuck you against to mattress while pushing down your head as he grunted into your ears, your moans filling him with the need to tell you just how much he loved fucking you when the other two got too overwhelmed. For Jake, fucking you was like a treat every blue moon, the other two bastards didn’t know about him yet, and there was something about the idea of letting them wonder what had happened.

And tonight it was no different from the other nights where you were nothing but unaware of who was making you cum, on whose cock you would be coming tonight. But Marc was the one who had your ass in the air as he watched how his cock plunged in and out of you, the slick of your cunt making him dizzy. And he was trying so hard to concentrate on you because he felt greedy, wanting to be the only one watching and feeling your cunt swallow him like a greedy thing. Like your pussy needed him to bury inside of you to the hilt, asking—begging—for his cum to be the one to fill you up tonight. But the more you clenched, the more you whined his name, the dizzier he felt, and then it was blank for him.

Steven opened his eyes to see you grip the sheets as you fucked yourself on his cock. He was quicker these days in grabbing your hips, biting his tongue, and just letting himself feel the way your cunt gripped him like a vice. You were beautiful, and his cheeks flushed at the sound of your moaning, even if it was not his name. He could pretend it was ‘Steven’ what you moaned, especially when you moaned and whined because that was how good he was making you feel. His fingers rubbed at your clit with experience, and he moaned at the feeling of your slick on them.

“So wet,” he whispered softly, barely audible, but you heard it.

“Yes—fuck—so wet, make me feel s’good,” you babbled as you threw your ass back faster against him, meeting his languid thrusts. The squelch of your cunt loud in the usual silence of his apartment.

Steven groaned at your response before he bit his tongue again, silently chastising himself for speaking. But the feeling of your cunt rhythmically clenching around him had him throwing his head back in a loud moan before it went blank for him.

You were begging for Marc to move faster, begging him to finally let you cum, stopping the teasing he’d been doing.

But Jake knew Marc wasn’t the one fucking you slow, that was the nerdy one. But he wasn’t Marc either, but he could rival Marc’s fucking. He’d done it many times.

His hand went for the back of your neck before he step a punishing pace to your pussy.

Your scream was muffled by the pillow as your hands dug their nails into his skin. Jake growled as he watched your ass smack against his hips as his cock fucked into you shallowly, fucking you with every inch of his cock.

He was very tempted to tell you how good your pussy was, what a good little slut you were, how cock drunk you were to the point you didn’t know you were being fucked by three men within the span of minutes. Sure, they all look the same physically, but that’s where the similarities ended.

But he stayed wordless as he growled and took the time to leave marks against your skin. That’ll let the other two wondering who the fuck had done it.

Jake felt it, the way your cunt was practically choking his cock, and with a few harsh strokes of his fingers to your clit, you came with a scream of an attempted word—Marc’s name he guessed. And just like that the feeling of his body ceased as he felt the tip of his cock and balls heat up, cum spurting in ropes inside of you.

And just like that, tonight you had been Jake’s.

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eipisims · 2 years

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Selection Kitchen

This kitchen set consists of 56 objects, details under the cut:

Baking tray (decor) - 1654 polys

Blender (decor) - 225 polys

Wall Cabinet (not modular) - 164 polys

Tall Cabinet (without glass doors) - 302 polys

Tall Cabinet (with glass doors) - 426 polys

Cloth Towel (decor, slots into wall rack) - 226 polys

Containers of ingredients (beans, rice, coffee, and flour) - 142 polys

Counters (modular, available in wood and marble or colors and marble combination) - around 150 polys each model

Counter islands (modular, available in wood and marble or colors and marble combination) - around 150-200 polys each model

Cutting board (decor, with slots) - 266 polys

Pair of standing cutting boards (decor) - 330 polys

Dish drying rack (decor) - 4513 polys

Fruit peeler (decor, slots into wall rack) - 1084 polys

Frying pan (decor, stackable) - 1146 polys

Electric Kettle (three options: decor, teapot, and coffee maker) - 1395 polys

Measuring cups/spoons (decor, slots into wall rack) - 637 polys

Electric mixer (two options, decor, or cupcake maker, see notes) - 707 polys

Mortar and Pestle (decor) - 1500 polys

Mug (decor, slots into wall rack) - 738 polys

Mugs stacked (decor) - 1396 polys

Oranges bowl (decor) - 2688 polys

Countertop oven (requires DHD, EA's recolor) - 484 polys

Pizza cutter (decor, slots into wall rack) - 852 polys

Plate (decor, stackable) - 468 polys

Stacked Plates (decor, stackable) - 3334 polys

Cooking pot (decor, two options, open and closed lid) - 1142 polys

Potato masher (decor, slots into wall rack) - 1337

Rolling pin (decor)- 770 polys

Salt & Pepper shakers (decor) - 562 polys

Saucepan (decor) - 892 polys

Shelves (many slots, two options: wood and colors and marble) - 948 polys

Single shelf (many slots, two options: wood and colors and marble) - 490 polys

Slotted spoon (decor, slots into wall rack) - 945 polys

Spatula (decor, slots into wall rack) - 592 polys

Stacked bowls (decor) - 1666 polys

Stovetop (requires DHD) - 2400 polys

Toaster (decor) - 2828 polys

Tongs (decor, slots into wall rack) - 790 polys

Trash bin (functional, see notes) - 923 polys

Tupperware (decor, two options: open and closed stackable) - 1030 polys

Utensils cup (decor) - 1539 polys

Utensil wall rack (long, fits 7 utensils) - 302 polys

Utensil wall rack (short, fits 5 utensils) - 246 polys

Whisk (decor, slots into wall rack) - 1264 polys

Notes:

You can find these items in the catalogue by typing " selection"

Items are BGC, have all LOD, no occluders, etc.

Everything is BGC except for the oven and stovetop which require Dream Home Decorator.

The functional mixer uses Ravasheen 's custom tuning which allows for an object to act as an anchor in order for the sim to start baking cupcakes. With this item you don't need the big EA's cupcake maker, jut click on the mixer and the cupcake options will appear. Please read RVSN's detailed explanation of how this works.

The cabinets are not modular, meaning they work as regular shelving units (one goes against the wall and the other on the floor). I recommend you using the alt key to place them well (or MOO cheat which is always recommended for decor purposes). Also if you have a light source coming from only one side of the room then half of the object will look darker. This is not something that I can change or know how, shadows in The Sims act strangely.

The trash bin is functional, but there's no BGC trash with an animation for opening the lid (and I don't know how to animate objects). Therefore, when throwing away the trash you can see it going through the lid. Personally I don't mind it and I really wanted to have a trashcan with a lid to cover the odors. When it's full/overflowing instead of pilling up trash on the top it appears all around it.

The wall rack will only be useful when used with the utensils made for it, and likewise. This is because I made the utensils fit perfectly onto each hook. I did this so you could pick and choose which objects to display, and also their individual swatches (and even size up/down each one). Here's a gif displaying it:

Thanks to:

@peacemaker-ic for the wood textures

@ravasheencc for her custom tuning

T.O.U:

You are free to do anything you want with these items, just don't put behind perma-paywalls, always give back to the community! Early access is OK.

Early Access now at my Patreon~

Public Release: 29/06/2022

@maxismatchccworld

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oh-ranpo · 1 year

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if heaven is anywhere

☾ - pairing: akaashi keiji x reader ☾ - word count: 923 ☾ - summary: after sneaking out of bokuto’s reunion party, akaashi finds you admiring the view.

“You’re warm.”

Akaashi’s voice was soft as he slipped his arms under the jacket you were wearing - the one that he had given to you earlier in the night - and he pulled you back against his chest. He had easily found you alone, outside on the balcony, and you couldn’t help the smile that turned up your lips at his presence.

“You can have the jacket back if you want,” you offered, though you knew that it was in vain.

As expected, he shook his head.

“No. This is perfect.”

With his chin resting on your shoulder, Akaashi fell silent as his gaze fixed on the view in front of him. It was peaceful watching the twinkling city lights at night, the sounds of the party taking place inside a dull background noise to an otherwise tranquil night.

For a while, the two of just stood there together, neither of you feeling it necessary to break the otherwise comfortable silence. You leaned back so that your head was resting against his collarbone, and a content sight slipped from your lips. As much as you loved hanging out with your friends, you lived for moments like this. Just the two of you - completely alone and unbothered.

Though, you knew that it would be selfish of you to keep him all to yourself when this was meant to be a reunion of sorts, spurring the next few words from your mouth.

“Bokuto is probably looking for you.” A light chuckle sounded from behind you in response.

“If anyone knows where I am right now, it’s Bokuto.” Akaashi’s nose nuzzled into your neck as he spoke, and you knew that he had no intentions of heading back inside without you. A shiver slid down your spine, not from the cold, but from the feeling of his lips brushing across the junction of skin that connected your neck and shoulder. A weak spot that he was all too familiar with.

The kisses continued as your hand lifted to rest on top of his where it had settled against your clothed stomach, and you tilted your head just enough to give him more space. He took this as your consent to do more, and you hissed softly as his teeth grazed against your skin before his tongue was soothing the quick bite.

He was intoxicating in every way. There was no alcohol in the world that got you drunk quite like Akaashi Keiji did, and when you turned your head to look at him, his lips were quick to move from your neck to your lips, earning another pleased hum as it bubbled up in your throat.

Despite the fervor with which he kissed you, he wasn’t exactly in a hurry. He loved to savor you as your lips melded together, his tongue gently swiping against your lower lip before you opened up to let him in. The way your body reacted to his was a dance that he had long since memorized, and you knew that he was cognizant of all the different ways he could turn you to jelly in his hands.

When his hands moved from your stomach down to slip under your shirt, you jumped, causing a small smile to turn up his lips, interrupting the kiss.

“Your hands are freezing,” you groaned as you spun in his arms so that you no longer had your back pressed to his chest and his hands were now resting on the skin of your lower back.

“Sorry,” he murmured before leaning down and capturing your lips once more. You had a feeling that he really wasn’t sorry at all, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care when he was kissing you the way he was now.

Akaashi pulled you closer as his hands slipped to your sides, his fingers squeezing gently before slowly blazing a trail further upwards. The two of you had now completely forgotten about the party going on behind you as your fingers threaded through his hair and your tongue brushed against his, causing low moans to sound from both of you.

It was easy to get caught up in these types of moments with him. It was easy to forget the world around you when the most important part of it was standing right in front of you. Even after all these years, he still had the same effect on you as that very first day back in high school. You were smitten and you wouldn’t change a thing.

You were so distracted by the well of feelings burning inside of you that you barely even realized that you were being moved towards one of the deck chairs, and it wasn’t until you were precariously situated in Akaashi’s lap that you were finally brought back to the reality of your situation.

“Not ready to give up the view just yet, eh?” You teased, as your eyes flickered back over your shoulders to the night sky. Only, a strong hand gently cupped your chin and turned your head right back to face the man that occupied so much of your time and thoughts.

“This view is by far the best one.” You knew that he wasn’t talking about the lights, and you felt heat scorch through your veins as you leaned in and kissed him again.

“I love you, Keiji,” you breathed against his lips as his hands slid across your curves. Another small smile formed across his mouth as he nudged your nose with his own.

“I love you too.”

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katajainen · 2 months

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Time Spun Thin (923 words) by katajainen Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Hobbit - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Éowyn (Tolkien)/Tauriel (Hobbit Movies), implied past Kíli/Tauriel Characters: Éowyn (Tolkien), Tauriel (Hobbit Movies), others mentioned in passing Additional Tags: Houses of Healing, Depression, Insomnia, Canon-appropriate sense of impending doom, Falling in love in the end times, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hopeful Ending

Summary:

There won't be time enough for Tauriel to love her properly.

She tries anyway, because it would be unthinkable not to.

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Day 23 of the February Ficlet Challenge 2024, prompt: “Hour/minute/secondAND/OR Superpowers AU.”

#tauwyn #éowyn x tauriel #my fanfiction #february ficlet challenge 2024 #look ma i'm only 5 prompts behind lol

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