#NEW FIC BESTIE BOOS

[seasonal-writes]

“old heartbeats die hard” (ao3 link is here!)

pairing: grian / scar cw: none! a quick programming break from our usual team rancher-related postings for a short and sweet scarian/desertduo fic! as i mentioned in the ao3 tags, this can be read as /p or /r, though be aware i did definitely write this with lowkey /r in mind. enjoy, and thanks for reading! ~

Did you know that listening to someone’s heartbeat can have a calming effect on your own heart and breathing pattern?

Grian knows this. And he knows it’s working right now, even if it’s not enough to lull him to sleep quite yet. Though, there is still relief in knowing that one is still thumping away in Scar’s chest. Its pace is still fresh and lively and steady, just how he likes it—even if he’d never say something like that out loud. His ear is pressed up against his chest, rumbling with soft snores and other breathing sounds. But he’s locked on target: the heartbeat.

Ba-bum.. Ba-bum..  

Sleep doesn’t come. He can’t find it in him, just in-case. You never know. No one knows at this point, with how things have been going.  

As his head rests on Scar’s chest, he’s got his arms wrapped tightly around his waist. He’s clinging to the taller figure, and hasn’t let go since he first laid down.

Grian came back from the escapades at the pool party to find Scar asleep on their little make-shift mattress on the floor, just as he said he’d be when Grian left. After a couple soft pokes to the face and arm, Grian knew he was sleeping deeply enough that movement wouldn’t disturb him. So, the little winged man crawled up beside him and practically attached himself to Scar. There was risk of him waking up, asking what he was doing. And Grian knew that after all he’d done the past few days, it wouldn’t be an easy answer on the fly. But he clung to Scar anyway.

He wasn’t planning on finding such an infatuation with his heartbeat, but once he found it, he couldn’t seem to move after that.

The night crawls on, taking its sweet time. But he doesn’t care. He doesn’t mind the silence, or the safety, even if it isn’t their keep.

He can feel Scar’s every move, little twitches and shifts every so often as dreams or sleep cycles take their hold. Grian can’t help but smile, just a little, when he mumbles and even talks occasionally in his sleep. He just listens. Nighttime noises creep in from the outside, with some occasional shouting far in the distance. It feels oddly nostalgic until he remembers where they are. The little space he put together for them isn’t as home-y, but it’s safe and far from everyone else for the time being. They’re both safe.

Scar is safe, he keeps reminding himself.  

He takes a deep breath, his own nerves kicking up when he thinks about the tower earlier that day. The smoke and the panic and the death that surrounded them. They got lucky, he knows that full well. Then there’s that memory again, floating back, the clear image of his soulbound leaping from the side of a tower and plummeting down. Arms too short to grab him, time moving too fast. The loud screams erupting from his throat, which now seems to twinge with a bit of soreness now that he thinks about it.

Just a few seconds of admiration of Scar’s compassion, only for it to be consumed by stress. His stomach drops even as he remembers. He tries to ignore it, leaving his head completely still as he closes his eyes and focuses on the heartbeat.

Ba-bum.. Ba-bum.. Ba-bum..  

There’s flashes of falling from other tall places, all that time ago. More screaming, more devastation. More heartache as the worst was revealed, only for Scar to pop up moments later, shocked but thankful to have another go. Even as Grian was still on his knees, lungs caught in his throat.

He’s so used to it, yet it never does get easier. Now, they share their life source, and it feels even worse. He’s concerned for himself, sure. But Scar. The one who always ends up in his hands. He’s the kicker. The tug on the strings.

Their heartbeats are in sync, and feeling them both nearly stop before the luckiest save he’s ever seen..something like divine intervention, or kismet.. Well, it’s shaken him up a bit.

As the memories flitter in, Grian’s arms squeeze lightly around Scar’s torso. He holds him tighter—desperately—like letting go would mean he’d never be able to keep him this safe again. Like some void would open up and send Scar into another freefall. There is security found when he’s within reach.

He knows that the morning will greet them with separation. The concern for safety poking at the back of his head as the days go on, their hearts stumbling and the phantom pain haunting every misstep or accident. Constant wonder of when the other shoe will drop.. when it’ll suddenly be over and starting again.

Things change when people die, and in this place, it’s so fast. It’s so fast and hard and nerve-wracking, and narrow escapes are the only difference between life and death. And they were lucky. But he wonders if their luck will ever run out. Fate has played such huge roles here. It’s been sticking its fingers in and playing with all of their soulbound strands like ribbon, knotting it and yanking it taut. And it’s exhausting. It brings the two together, like always.

Grian thinks about how he’s not sure if he wanted this, and he’s been so frustrated with what’s been put in front of him that he’s tried his chance at cheating the game. Finding a path that was not laid before him. His own heartbeat starts interrupting the peace, quickening and creating a cacophony of thumps.

Ba-bum, Ba-bum, Ba-bum, Ba-bum!  

“..Grian?” A very low, sleepy voice suddenly asks. Grian freezes. He slowly lifts his head for the first time in hours, looking up at Scar’s face as a bit of soreness spreads across his neck. He can see fairly clearly, even in the dim light of the cave. Scar’s eyes are barely open, squinting at him with a curious glance. He has a slight goofy grin on, as if he knows he’s caught him. Grian’s stopped in his tracks, his mouth hanging agape for a moment. Finally, he speaks. “Sorry.. Do you want me to—” Grian starts to ask, ready to move. Scar doesn’t let him finish his sentence before turning onto his side and scooping Grian into his arms. He wraps him up equally as tight, habitually careful to avoid his wings. His hands rest at just the right place on Grian’s back, as if he knows exactly where to put them, even while half-asleep. The slight grin blooms into a brief, sleepy smile as he closes his eyes again.

“I’m.. glad you made it back..” Scar mumbles, his voice falling off as he falls right back to sleep. Grian’s entire body still feels stiff, suddenly consumed by the hug. He still has his arms wrapped tightly around Scar as well, the nerves having created a rather solid grip on him. He isn’t sure what to do as the seconds pass. He feels.. oddly comforted, now. Like he doesn’t have to hide. Scar knows Grian cares, deep down.

Moments like this are inescapable at the end of the day, and so are Scar’s hugs. But even with his disdain for destiny’s choices, even with the semi-begrudging care and concern for his partner in crime.. Grian doesn’t try to leave. He allows acceptance. He stays, nestling in a bit and pressing his forehead to Scar’s chest.

Scar’s breath slows once again to a relaxed pace, and Grian finds that his own breath does the same. His shoulders relax, the oh-so-familiar warmth enveloping him. He even welcomes it. The silence returns, the heartbeat no longer right in his ear. It feels a little sad without the sound for a moment, but the loneliness in his senses disperses quickly.

That safe feeling finally reaches him, too. He feels at enough ease to sleep, his eyelids suddenly feeling heavy before he starts to drift off. He can still feel Scar’s chest rising and falling. He’s still breathing, still safe.

There is an acknowledgement. A silent agreement between them. Whatever comes next, even as the last of their kind, can be tackled together. If they don’t make it to the end, or even if they do.. it’s together. He doesn’t have to face it alone.

Suddenly, tomorrow doesn’t feel so dreadful.

And two heartbeats fall into sync. Fresh and steady and lively—just how Grian likes it.

#NEW FIC BESTIE BOOS #scarian #desert duo #double life #this writing is months old now #trafficshipping #<- just for that possible /r interpretation #but can be read as both #p.s. THERE IS NOOO DIALOGUE IN THIS ONE #i'm sorry i wasn't good at dialogue when i wrote this but i was too attached to change it #also that's kinda the whole point anyway so #seasonalwrites

[rhey-007]

Anger Harms Beauty

Lance Stroll x Alonso!reader

• | social media au / enemies to lovers

Summary: Your father setting you up for a horrible date with Lance, changed your both's indifference to a mutual hate. But when your inappropriate photos get leaked out the Canadian is first to defend and help you.

Warnings/Tags: female reader, fluff, mentions of revealing photos, toxic reader and Lance, mutual hate, enemies to lovers

A/N: I'm recently head over heels with Lance so you can expect more fics with him 🧍‍♀️ I also have a personal beef with his Vegas beard it's too much, the Brazil one was just perfect TwT

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•lance_stroll: Great weekend in Montreal! Thank you all! 💞

•fernandoalo_oficial: P3 and P7! We're rocking it!

•user1: can't believe Lance was P7...

•astonmartinf1: great performance from both drivers! Congrats! 👏🥳🎉

•y/n._.alonso: SHAVE OFF THAT GROSS DILL 🤢 you look older than my father and he's almost 50!

→ •fernandoalo_oficial: I'm not that old... :(

→ •y/n._.alonso: Lo siento papa 💞 (I'm sorry dad)

→ •lance_stroll: shave your armpits and then we can talk

→ •user2: Lance is savage 😮

→ •user3: that's more mean than savage

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•y/n._.alonso: 🥰🤤🍴

•fernandoalo_oficial: my baby should open a restaurant!!! 💞🤤

•user4: ah to be y/n and eat such delicious food whenever I want and still have a body of a goddess... TwT

•lance_stroll: you're gonna be fat if you eat all that

→ •y/n._.alonso: says a guy who eats the trashiest food ever

→ •lance_stroll: at least I work out and don't slump in bed 24/7

•bluebellhorner: best food I ate in like forever! 😍

→ •y/n._.alonso: thank you honey! 💞💞💞

•user5: I want to try it so bad 😭

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•lance_stroll: just bought this beauty and I can't get over how amazing it is! 😍

•estebanocon: good for you buddy! The best car you own for sure! 💪

•logansargeant: what a pretty beast! when's my turn for a ride?

→ •lance_stroll: whenever you'd like :)

•y/n._.alonso: you should buy yourself a new face not a car

→ •lance_stroll: some's jealous daddy won't buy them one 🤭

→ •y/n._.alonso: I can buy it myself I don't need daddy's money... Not like someone 🤭👉👈

→ •user6: •lance_stroll you got shot with your own weapon! XD

•user7: I want this car so much 😩

→ •user8: maybe one day... 🥲

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•y/n._.alonso: gym day with my girlie •yourbestie 💪🥊

•user9: I want that body yadi 😭

→ •user10: we all want that body yadi 🥲

•lance_stroll: oh look who started to go to the gym, wonder why... 🤔

→ •y/n._.alonso: shut up, you wouldn't even take my dad in a fight

→ •fernandoalo_oficial: don't even bring me into that...

→ •user11: the father has had enough 😂

→ •user12: he's done with both of them

→ •user13: why do they keep fighting under every post???

•yourbestie: I'm not going to the gym with you anymore... I can't walk now... 🥲

→ •y/n._.alonso: love you too hihi 🤭💞

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•y/n._.alonso: looking for a new boo 🤭💍

•yourbestie: great weekend so far! Can't wait for the rest! 😘

•user13: petition for y/n and bestie to adopt me as their new friend 🧍‍♀️🙋‍♀️

→ •user14: me too!

→ •logansargeant: I want too!

→ •user13: nu-uh, you would spy for Lance >:(

→ •logansargeant: 😔

•lance_stroll: You're not gonna find anyone there, too high level for you

→ •y/n._.alonso: you're ona a waaaay lower level than me 🙃

→ •lance_stroll: you wish

→ •y/n._.alonso: no. I know it 💅

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•y/n._.alonso: this guy... I can't 😭💞

Never thought he'll become the closest person for me in those hard times. He appeared in my apartment the same day those photos leaked out, arms stuffed with food, flower bouquets and a huuuge teddy bear plushie (I still have no idea how he managed to bring all those things upstairs in one go), ready to comfort me as long as I'd need it. •lance_stroll I'm sorry I was such a bitch, I love you 💞

And I withdraw my words that •fernandoalo_oficial has the worst taste in men. He knew way better than me from the start and I regret not giving Lance a second chance at the very beginning just as he suggested me to. I'm sorry dad, love you too 💞

•lance_stroll: I forgive you fatty ❤

→ •y/n._.alonso: don't even start or it'll end too soon -_-

→ •lance_stroll: sorry mami ❤

→ •user15: that is so cute I can't 😭💞

→ •user16: THEY ARE TOO CUTE KSXNDNBDJEJ

•fernandoalo_oficial: of course I was right 🧍‍♀️💅

→ •y/n._.alonso: Eres el mejor papa 💞 (you're the best dad)

→ •lance_stroll: •fernandoalo_oficial can I call you papa too now? :3

→ •fernandoalo_oficial: nope 🤨🧐

→ •lance_stroll: :(

•estebanocon: fucking finally! 🎉

→ •logansargeant: YEEES 💥💪 YOU GUYS SLAY

→ •yourbestie: stop...

•yourbestie: •lance_stroll our beef ain't ending here >:(

→ •lance_stroll: •y/n._.alonso❗ she's is threatening me again❗❗❗

→ •y/n._.alonso: don't even start... 🫥

→ •user17: AGAIN??? •yourbestie GURL WHAT DID YOU DO???

→ •yourbestie: 🤭💞

→ •user18: I bet she tried killing him more than once 😂

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[cockdestroyer32]

all mine

tangerine x fem!reader

word count: 2304

summary: after the events in the bullet train in tokyo, you and ladybug have a new job in a new place, unfortunately, you're not alone.

a/n: okay so in this reader's codename is sarin. and you're besties w ladybug bc I lov him. title is from brent faiyaz's 'all mine' which has nothing to do with this fic but I didn't know what to name this and I rlly love that song so. also no smut in this.

When I grow up, I wanna be famous I wanna be a star, I wanna be in movies, when I grow up I wanna see the world, drive nice cars, I wanna have groupies.

The song blew out of the car’s speakers, and both you and Ladybug sang each word perfectly (and very obnoxiously, you were practically yelling out the lyrics.) He drove and you sat in the passenger seat, you both swinging your arms around dancing tirelessly as the citizens of Greece who were able to spy inside the moving car judged your shameless partying. You hadn’t seen Ladybug in months, so when you found out you were finally going to be assigned to a mission together again, you both beamed, and got together to plan your entire trip from the cities of New York to the city of Larissa. You went from cackling a little too loudly at comedy movies on the plane, to endless chatter at the airport, to listening to your iconic super duper awesome 2000s hits playlist on a rented Jeep (the playlist title was Ladybug’s decision.) There’s no one you’d rather work with. Except…you weren’t working alone tonight. 

This hit wasn’t just any hit, it was a stakeout. So, Lemon and Tangerine were called. 

You had walked into Tangerine a few times before; New Zealand, Cuba, Romania, and Tokyo, of course. You’d been the longest with him while in Tokyo, when you had to team up because of a lost briefcase. He was incredibly irritating and the different ways you both did your job clashed immensely, but by the end of the night you two had worked frustratingly well together. 

You’d never met Lemon before though, you hoped to God he wasn’t just a Tangerine 2. 

“Oh, boo!” Ladybug starts and you join him when you look up.

“Booo!” You yell out at the warehouse as if it’s just told some awful joke at a stand-up show.

The building has the same architectural creativity as a cardboard box. Except that instead of brown, it’s grey and dirty, and instead of holding a gift you just spent the last days waiting anxiously to arrive at your home, it just holds the next gruesome hours you’ll spend planning your hit.

You and Ladybug allow The Pussycat Dolls to finish the last few seconds of their song and turn off BlueTooth before you can be sad about not singing Britney.

You sigh and say, “It’s gonna be a long night.”

“Yep, but the sooner we do it sooner we’re done. Come on, let’s meet the fruit duet.” You chuckle.

The warehouse acted as a lighthouse, the nighttime a sea of nothingness. You can spot the remnants of the trucks that passed by in this area marked in the muddy ground. Tonight smells of wet grass and fancy dinner parties, the ones you should be in right now.

You enter the warehouse, the night’s cold air vanishes and it shifts to a warm, still atmosphere. You take off your coat. Tangerine and two other men are already in the room. Even at such a dead spot in town, Tangerine is still dressed elegantly, sporting a blue striped suit that fitted him perfectly, and smelling of rich men’s perfume. You often wondered if he could fight in those suits. Although you loved a good luxurious suit—God knows your blood money could buy one, your closet was full of Versace, Vivienne Westwood, Dolce & Gabbana and Burberry—you preferred to wear more tactical outfits for the job, you know, in case someone fucked something up and everything went to shit.

“That’s Lemon, by the way.” Ladybug whispers to you, while pointing his head to the man standing in front of Tangerine.

“What? I thought they were supposed to be twins,” Ladybug shrugs.

“Um, I hope we’re not late…you’re Lemon I suppose?” You pretend like Ladybug didn’t just tell you and offer a handshake. He takes it.

“That’s right, and you’re...”

“Sarin.”

You look over to his brother.

“Tangerine.” A nod, no handshake.

“Sarin.”

“You’ve met Ladybug.” You say to the two brothers.

“Yes, we had the pleasure.” The taller man doesn’t hide the sarcasm.

“Accommodating as always, Tangerine.”

“So, shall we?” Says the other man in the room, the one who was managing this whole thing, and you all follow him.

He takes you to a desk where there lie multiple files on different workers and a big map layout of the warehouse. The man shows all of you the place, discussing what approach the team should take for the mission, at what time each one should arrive at the building, the shift times of each warehouse worker, the spots each one should be in…and so on and so forth. Time passes relatively quickly, demanding you and Ladybug a secret high-five, and you all turn to look at the man who’d organized this.

“Yeah. That’s it.” The man repeats.

“Yeah.” You agree, still looking at him.

“You can go home now.” He practically demands.

“Uhh, I’m pretty sure we’re supposed to get paid now,” Lemon adds.

“You’ll get paid after you get the job done.”

“Did you not get the memo lad? We get first half now and second half after the job is done.” Tangerine said.

“Yeah, we’re supposed to get paid now, didn’t our handler message you?” You asked honestly.

“Well I didn’t bring the money, so what do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know, but we’re getting paid.” Tangerine insisted.

“There are lots of ATMs in Larissa…” Ladybug spoke. The man mutters some curse word under his breath,

“Fine. I’ll get you your fucking money, but you’re gonna have to wait.” He disappears from sight, making his way up the stairs in the corner of the building.

“Damn, what a Gordon.” Lemon remarks.

“Thomas the Tank Engine?” You ask.

“Yeah.”

“Nah, I think he’s more of a James, just super cocky.”

“Oh my God, there’s two of them.” Tangerine sighs.

“I’m gonna go get some air.” You say.

With your coat in hand, you make your way to a backdoor on the side of the warehouse. Slipping the garment on as soon as you open it, the chilly air cutting through your skin. You slide your hand into one of the coat pockets, finding a small rectangular box and a smooth metallic item. You fish one of the cigarettes out of the box and light it, inhaling the nicotine, warming your body while letting yourself freeze in the moment. You were so far out of town that you couldn’t hear any of the cars, any of the people in Larissa, your team also seemed to be particularly quiet inside the building. Here, it was silent, save for crickets chirping in the vast nothingness that was the field at nighttime. Tomorrow it’d be full of people, receiving and delivering new packages, trucks coming and going and workers arguing amongst each other, all their chatter overlapping, sounds of life, until you all arrive and the sounds of an active workplace morph into that of an action movie, slashing and yelling (no guns, this was supposed to be a somewhat subtle and more practical job) and then, nothing. The building once again ghost quiet, but this time painted red. 

It didn’t bother you. You’d been in this business for way too long to be perturbed by the sounds of the dead now. You knew what you were getting yourself into from the beginning, this is no bombshell. Although the still of a city that’s beginning to fall asleep is much better than one that had its commotion ripped away from it. So you took these quiet moments you had to yourself and held them tightly in your hand, like some old trinket gifted to you by someone special. And for a few moments, as you exhaled the smoke out of your body, you felt outside of space and time, frozen in the moment, your feet planted on the ground, scared that if you move even an inch, you’ll fall off the face of the earth. You melt off the moment when you feel a pair of eyes on you.

Tangerine stands by the back door on your right, looking at you. You’re not sure how long he’s been there, but he has a calm look on his face, a smile on his eyes but not on his lips, by far much different than all of the ticked-off facial expressions you’d seen on him before.

“The fuck are you looking at?” You tease.

“Geez. I’ve just come to get some air.” He walks in your direction. You offer him your cigarette, he takes it. You two breathe together for a while before you ask,

“Do you like this?”

“What? Jobs in the middle of nowhere handled by some fucking dickhead who can’t even pay us right?”

“No. This.” You look around, motioning slightly to your surroundings, “The quiet. We don’t get a lot of it in our job.”

“I suppose we don’t,” He passes the cigarette back to you. “It is kinda nice, I can hear my thoughts for once, don’t have to listen to Lemon yapping about.”

You snort. “He’s nice. I was scared he was gonna be like you.”

“What? I’m nice.”

You stare at him.

“How am I not nice?” He continues.

“How are you not nice? Okay let’s see, you’re impatient, you’re always irritated, you look like you’re constantly on the edge of throwing a fit, you’re always cursing people out and you always got that look on your face of a teen girl who just got her phone taken away by her parents.”

He takes this in for a second, surprised at the speed of your answer, as if you’d been waiting for this moment for a while, and maybe you were.

“Hm…still think I’m nice.” He adds, you smile to yourself, nodding your head in fake disbelief.

You can feel his eyes on you, even as you take another puff on your cigarette and stare at the darkness. You don’t look back, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

“S, Fruit, guy’s back.” Ladybug pops out of the door, and you follow him back into the building, followed then by Tangerine. 

The man now holds bags of money, one for you and Ladybug, and one for Lemon and Tangerine. You finally leave the warehouse, each of you making your way to your hotel rooms. And you would’ve been able to wash the night off your body and rest on the hotel’s comfy bed, if it wasn’t for the misplaced amounts of money. See, your bag and Ladybug’s held only his share, not yours. Thankfully, it wasn’t some scam, your money was placed along with Lemon and Tangerine’s. So, now you’re going up an elevator to Tangerine’s room to get your share. You knock on 215 and he opens the door.

“Hey.”

“Hey, come in.” You walk into the room, but only close the door slightly, not shutting it, and you stand next to it, ready to just get your money and leave, not expecting to stay here any longer than you have to. He goes to the back of the room and brings back a bag, “Here.”

“Thanks,” You spy inside the room, the place is quiet, most of the lights are off and it holds only one bed. “Is Lemon not here?”

“No, different hotel, leave no trail and such.”

“Oh.” You’re genuinely surprised. Shit, that’s smart, perhaps you and Ladybug aren’t as great professionals as you thought you were—even if the bar when you two worked together was already pretty low.

“What? Is me delivering your money instead that bad?”

You snort. “No, no, that I don’t mind.”

You look at each other for a second, perhaps you should be on your way-

“Are you staying in Greece after the job?”

“Uh, no. Me and Ladybug are going back to New York right after.”

“Oh.” He looks down, the expression on his face something you can’t quite read. “Are you and Ladybug…”

“No! God, no!” You almost yell. “No, he’s my best friend.”

“Oh, right.”

“Why?”

“Just…curious.”

Hm. Curious. 

You stare at each other again, a smile on your eyes but not on your lips.

“Okay, I should get going.” You start opening the door to leave.

“Wait,” He says, grabbing your arm. “I think…you should stay here the night.” 

The smile reaches your lips, amused. “Why?”

“You know, you could just stay here the night, if you want…”

“Okay but, why?” You tease. He furrows his brows. “I’m sorry Tangerine, I just don’t know what you’re telling me.” Your words are of someone genuinely confused, but your face and tone tell a different story. He catches on and sighs.

“I’m just saying…you could spend the night here, with me.”

You click your tongue, “Tangerine…you have to speak clearly.”

He squeezes your arm, and approaches his face to yours, changing his tone, “Sarin. I want you to stay. I want you.”

You let your lips fully curve up this time, pleased.

You put both your hands on his face, and close the space between you, only placing a light kiss on his lips, then pulling away to see his reaction. He keeps his eyes shut for a moment, as if still in the moment. Then, he opens his eyes, staring at you for a second, and pulls you in for a stronger kiss. His hands at first cupping your face, then one makes his way towards you back, pulling you in closer, even though you were already as close as you could possibly be right now. You shut the door with your foot behind you, not letting each other go for even one second. Tonight your own bed’s gonna have to wait for you.

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[kisses4lao]

leans into the mic ... period sex with kenshi ..... ? /nf

blind or not, either works; do what you want, comrade i j- i just need him very badly PFFJNRHJFJ

here's a pic of your favorite pookie shmookie wookie bookie boo beekeeper btw (wheezed typing it but i am, in fact, putting respect on his name bestie)

Oh em geee

How could I resist when you add such a breedable pic of pookie shmookie wookie bookie boo of who is also a beekeeper???? I simply cannot

I've been kind of into Kenshi as of recently,,, most fics with him are poly with Johnny and that's cool and all but Johnnys just not for me 4 realz

Tw/cw: AFAB reader, blind Kenshi it's relevant to the plot, you guys are dating but it's only mentioned like twice, humongous blood kink(it's Kenshis), pet names (princess, beautiful), smiley Kenshi, he's just happy to be there, probably incorrect sento usage, finger fucking, cursing, piv, pwp ish, reader is embarrassed bc period blood smells, Kenshi is a man tho so he doesnt care

Not proofread get over it

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Kenshi has always been a loving and compassionate person. Given that you're his girlfriend, he's shown a side of himself that he's shown very few others. He's a man who loves date nights and taking things slowly just as much as he loves doing things in the heat of the moment.

Period sex was something he was more than willing to do. If he thought he could help your pain by outweighing it with pleasure, he'd be on his knees in mere seconds. As much as he loves seeing you squirm underneath him, he'd be more than willing to just cuddle you until it was over. At the end of the day, the choice was always yours.

He couldn't help but want to take you in those moments, however. Something about you bleeding for days on end did something to him. While he knew that you must hurt, your cramps have been killing you all day and you can't walk because of them, some part of him just wanted to have your blood dripping from him as he made love to you.

In short, dating you was how Kenshi realized he had a blood kink. It's mild to the point he doesn't think about it often, but when you're on your period, he practically goes insane. All he wants to do is be near you, to touch you, all that good stuff.

Kenshi wouldn't even realize he had a blood kink for the longest time. He'd be so overwhelmed by the feeling of his hands and cock covered in blood and practically getting high off the smell he couldn't focus on anything but finishing. It was only until later when he was laying in the bath tub with you that he'd realize that he's never felt like this with anyone, just you. He'd eventually come to the realization that period sex gets him so turned on because of his blood kink and ends up embracing it more.

That being said, when you got the news Kenshi was blinded due to a series of unfortunate events, you had spent sleepless days and nights waiting for him to come home.

And he did.

It took you both a while to get used to his new living condition, but you made it work. Since one of his senses got removed, this meant his other senses were heightened. Taste, hearing, touch, but most importantly, smell.

His sense of smell got much stronger than he'd expected, he could smell practically anything, but he had specifically made it a point to familiarize himself with your scent. Your perfumes, body wash, shampoo, just you in general. He made sure he knew what you smelled like, that way he knew it was you.

So when you got on your period, he could tell before you did. You and him were sleeping together, cuddling as usual. He woke up first and upon waking up, he was hit with a smell he hadn't noticed the night before. It was a familiar one, just much stronger than what he's used to.

He was practically stunned. He didn't really know what to do, considering you guys haven't done much since his premature blinding. He felt like waking you up, telling you that he needs you as he began to feel the familiar feeling of his cock straining in his boxers.

But he resisted. He had to, would you really want to be woken up over this? He was able to watch you slightly through sento, being mounted on your wall in front of your shared bed, he could see you both decently enough. You didn't show any signs of movement, nor signs you were awake.

He could feel your soft breaths puff onto his collar bone as he could feel his cock twitch. He could feel you shifting in the bed as he watched you through sento. He could see you were starting to wake up, and cuddled into his chest more.

You placed small kisses on what he thought was your face (it was the top of your head but don't tell him) as you woke up more from the feeling. Your small giggles filled the room as you playfully pushed back, locking him into a sweet kiss before laying your head next to his.

"Morning Kenshi," was all you currently had the strength to say. "Morning beautiful" He replies back with his usual smile. He always loved calling you pet names, specifically in the morning, so this wasn't out of the usual.

What was unusual, however, was his heavy breathing. It was slightly faster than usual, and specifically through his nose... You found this odd, obviously, and you began to think about what could be different. It was obvious enough that he was soaking in your scent, he always has, but nothing was out of the usual. Nothing that you knew yet, at least.

You had thought back to last night when you and Kenshi had bathed together, you always had taken showers and baths together, but due to the fact he can no longer see anything, you've decided to help him with such. You used the same body wash, the same shampoo, conditioner... Nothing that he hasn't smelled already.

Then, it hit you. You were on your period. Of course you were, your body just had to choose the worst possible time for you to get your period. You internally sigh as you now understand why Kenshis been acting odd.

Kenshi could see you contemplating through sento, he could see how embarrassed you were. He felt bad for thinking such dirty things, maybe he shouldn't have been feeling like this, but he couldn't help it.

It wasn't that you were embarrassed by the fact you were on your period, it was that fact that he had an enhanced smell now. You knew that Kenshi was into period sex, it's just you thought it'd be embarrassing with the smell. You sigh aloud and get disappointed in how your precious pair of panties that you liked oh so much now have to be period panties.

Kenshi knew that you were upset by this, he just didn't know what to say. Should he come out and just say how the smell turned him on? It smells like you, just, enhanced. That's what he liked about it. It smelled like you, the pussy that he'd give his life for, THATS what he was into.

"I'm- sorry. It must smell bad-" he cut you off.

"It doesn't. It smells like you. Not your hair products, not your perfume, you. It's amazing to be able to know what you smell like, this is just enhancing it. I like it, honestly."

Although sweet, it was weird. You just didn't exactly expect a man to understand this sort of thing. You felt somewhat relieved, just a bit weird about the situation. He could tell by your facial expressions that you were. He took your hands in his and continued speaking.

"Your scent, knowing you're here with me throughout everything I'm going through, it brings me comfort. You bring me comfort. Knowing you're here, next to me, fills me with a joy you wouldn't believe. So no, waking up to the scent of you would never disgust me."

How poetic. He pulled you into a small kiss, relishing in how amazing you taste. He could smell a small bit of arousal form in you, panties getting some how wetter as he puts his thighs between your legs, prodding at your heat.

You whimper at the feeling, opening your mouth slightly in the process. Kenshi takes this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring it as he felt you grind on his thigh.

His hands unclasp themselves from yours as he took one and dragged it to your panties. Slipping his hand inside, he can feel the heat radiate off of your pussy, practically begging him to touch you. He gathers your wetness on his fingers, pushing one inside you as his thumb plays with your clit.

You moan out and break the kiss in the process. You lay your head next to his as your breathing became harsh, gripping the bedsheets as he continued his motions. "God I wish I could see you, I know you look beautiful like this." He bit his lip as he could feel you clench from the praise.

He slips in another finger and earns another moan from you. Kenshi could feel his cock twitching in its confines, begging to be inside you, but he needed to wait till you were properly stretched. You, however, had different plans. You could see the tent in his pants, and you were practically drooling over it. You placed your hand on his bulge, Kenshi lets out a surprised moan from it.

"Princess,, you're goin' to make me cum if you touch me like that. Good girls keep their hands to themselves, yes?" He questioned you as he continued his pace of finger fucking and clit rubbing.

You try your hardest to stifle your moans, but your back arching to the feeling of Kenshis fingers curling inside you wasn't something you could ignore. Your chest pressed against his as your soft hand squeezed his forearm.

Your whines and begs for release made Kenshi go faster, making you cum harshly in his fingers. He placed his fingers in his mouth, swirling his tongue around them and letting out a moan at the taste.

"Delicious as always, you treat me so well." He laughs as he climbs on top of you. He takes off his boxers and you make quick work of stripping yourself as well. He gives his hard cock a few strokes, he can feel you staring at him as he does.

"Look what you do to me princess, all for you." He gives you a cheeky grin before aligning his tip with your opening. He pushes himself inside you at a slow pace, taking in how your walls cling to him.

As he began to thrust into you, he could feel your blood painting his lower abdomen. He felt lightheaded as he could smell you on himself, small droplets of your blood fell down his thigh and he can feel himself cumming.

Luckily, he can control himself. Not when it comes to thrusting into you, though. Kenshi hooks both your legs onto his shoulders, his hands place themselves on your waist as he lifts you up enough to where his thighs are below you, keeping you elevated at all times. Hes thrusting into you at a high pace, high enough for your body to be shaking with every thrust but not enough for you to be overwhelmed.

His harsh pace continues as his hands angle you slightly lower, making him repeatedly hit your g-spot. You cry out his name and your hands fly to his head, tugging on his hair as he feels himself get closer.

"Close- Kenshi- I'm so-" you moan again as his grip on your waist tightens. Kenshi has to use sento to see you, but luckily, he was able to move the sword to a different position. He was able to see just how painted he was- how you both were painted in blood. His hips begin to falter as he gets lightheaded with pleasure once again.

He was also lucky enough to see your back arch as your head fell back in pleasure, coming on his cock in the process. "You did so good for me princess, I, ugh, I'm goin' to cum so hard for you," and seconds later, he lets out a deep groan before collapsing onto you, cum leaking out of your now abused hole.

It took you both a few minutes to get your breath back. Once you did, you just laid with each other for a bit. As you played with Kenshis hair, he rolls over, exposing his lower abdomen to you.

"You're covered in blood." You giggle out. Using sento again, he was able to see himself. He was actually, and within seconds he had turned back to you.

"Up for another round?" He asked with a smile.

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A/n: to everyone who's been using my asks to say they appreciate my fics and the videos I use for headers, I love you. Except for that one person that said size kinks were disguised pedophilia, please stay far away from me

#mortal kombat smut #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat x reader smut #kenshi takahashi #kenshi takashi x reader #kenshi smut #kenshi x reader smut #kenshi takahashi smut #mk kenshi #kind of hate this fic but oh well ig

[hummusxx]

Thank u to my man (insta au)

Jude Bellingham x reader

summary: in which a popular influencer discovers the most handsome man on earth (Jude)

materialist

Face claim: Lala Baptiste

liked by: judebellingham, y/bestie, jobebellingham, trentarnold66, and 114,309 others

y/nzworld: on Wednesday’s, we wear pink

y/bestie:YES BITCH SERVING CUNT

^ y/nzworld: BYE BITCH

user2467: is it pink

^ user890: okay we ain’t gotta do all that

judebellingham: 💓🌸💝

^ jobebellingham: ain’t no way bruv just did that

^^ y/nzworld: i’m not okay rn

y/nfan: OMG JUDE LIKED AND COMMENTED. I SHIP

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wagsoffootball: Are #y/ny/l and #judebellingham on bae watch👀 Is this a 🚢 or sink

y/nzworld: girl bye 😭🥱

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y/nsbestie: TOMATO TOMATO FIND SOMETHING DIFFERENT BOO

^user736: HELP😭😭

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^user907:girl ik u didn’t just say that about miss.y/n

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y/nzworld: and my man, thank u to my man

tagged: @judebellingham

judebellingham: you’re welcome ig🙄

^y/nzworld: wow okay. 😪🤧

y/nsbestie: rue when was this 😦

^y/nzworld: whoop’s i forgot to tell u

^y/nsbestie: call me right now Y/N Y/L

judebellingham: out of all photos you took of me…

^y/nzworld:you just looked so cute i had too 🥹

jobebellingham: bruvs finally getting play 🙏

^judebellingham: you’re not funny.

^y/nzworld: i think he’s funny

^jobebellingham: thank u y/n. see this is why i like u more than him.

^judebellingham: she’s lying to u

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well hello. Im trying out insta au’s because i love reading them sm so i thought why not give it a shot. Haven’t posted a fic in a while (i see your requests and i have started them all) Requests are still open if anyone wants something done by me, just don’t expect it to be done right away. This has been siting in my drafts since like mid July so here ya go everyone

#hummusxx' corner #jude bellingham #jb5 #jude bellingham x reader #hey jude #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham fluff #star boy

[horangboosadan]

ROCK WITH YOU [10/10]

episode ten: i wanna stay with you

pairing: idol!lee chan x gender neutral!actor!reader

genre: established relationship, fluff, angst, best friend!jun, actor au, smau, on screen lovers off screen besties 

synopsis: after the release of your most recent drama, the world decides that you and your co-star/best friend would be the perfect couple. the influx of positive reactions are great for your career, his career, and the drama. however, it tears at you to lie to your fans and appear dishonest towards your boyfriend. being a k-pop idol, revealing your relationship can come with unforeseen consequences. how do you tackle the onslaught of people who want the inside scoop of you and your co-star, and your boyfriend in denial about his jealousy without compromising either relationship?

boo talks

this last part got so long that im putting it under a keep reading. (it somehow became 27 pics dont ask how). hope you enjoy!

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boo talks

okay so i offically hate tumblr bc i wrote smth here and then it didnt wanna edit it in, but lets hope for the best now. its over. i cant believe its finished, wow. thank you all for reading! i hope you enjoyed this as much as i did!

and now that its Christmas, ill be taking a short break to over the new years without any content (its been one fic a week lately but now its zero) (hopefully ill finish the seungkwan one soon so you have more to enjoy). happy holidays, happy new years. enjoy yourself and once again, thank you all for the love you've given this story!

#caratlibrary #caratsland #svt smau #dino smau #seventeen x reader #dino x reader #seventeen #svt #chan x reader #lee chan #dino

[ivorryskies]

Armed detective agency x reader

Where the whole detective agency are on a vacation ,camping. In the place they are camping, there is a haunted house and somewhere in the house there is a statue. Obviously dazai decides that they explore the house in teams,the first team who finds the statue wins. So the reader is paired with dazai:3 you continue. (BTW reader and dazai are besties though dazai feels something for the reader that's not the concern tho.) the reader,she hates horrors^^

➼Authors note: Ofc I can! I love this idea and I started writing right away but I'm so devastated I wrote a whole fic of atleast 1k words :( and it discarded and I've been mourning over it. I'm so sorry it took long I have exams! I'm just really sad about the fic 😭💪🏻

➼Pairings: dazai x reader

➼Summary: an unexpected trip to a haunted house with dazai, turns into something out of a movie

YOU AND ME ALWAYS FOREVER

You and Dazai were unpacking necessities when you heard Yosano from beside you sigh tiredly and say "finally a well deserved break". "did we really have to come here out of all the places" Ranpo whined eating his donuts he insisted to bring. "i think camping is a nice idea! we can have smores!" you chirped. "speaking of smores about the fire Atsushi and Kyouka arent back yet with the wood. we need it to start the fire" Tanizaki said with Naomi on his arms. "i can go find some too!" Kenji said happily. As if on cue Atsushi and Kyouka both came running to the lot.

"Guys! we found a mysterious house which has a sign outside it has some statue carved on it with a question mark?" Atsushi said panting catching his breath when while Kyouka drops the wood off to tanizaki. "entertainment!" ranpo stood up happily as his donuts were finished. "we have a scheduled plan to stick to? And right now its time to set up a tent". "no~ Kunikida kun we should all explore the house who knows what we may find! maybe a cute lady again willing to kill herself too~?" dazai teased. "oh shut up" you groaned elbowing him. "atsushi what type of house is it?" you asked maybe some people still were living in it. " it wasnt new at all it was old and rotten, really big though and electricity and water had been cut off when me and Kyouka tried the lights at the enterance".

"its...a...haunted...house?" you said worried, swallowing a lump down your throat. "i doubt its haunted but yes its old" Atsushi said before trying to convince Kunikida. Dazai walked to you and said " 'name' are you scared~ you looked pale when he mentions haunted". you snapped back to reality and said " so what?! ive heard many stories that go about the same story and they do not end up well!" you said defensively. " im here with you after all, do you really have to be scared". you stared "i dunno youre unpredictable you'll proabably make it scarier" he laughed at that before everyone was led by atsushi to the house.

Ranpo and Dazai deduced that the sign meant they had to find a statue somewhere in the house and it could be valuable. Dazai suggested everyone split into teams of 2 and exclaimed "team who finds the statue first wins!!". The teams were, Ranpo and Kunikida, Naomi and Tanizaki, Yosano and Kenji, Atsushi and Kyouka and You and Dazai. Everyone and split up until no one was in sight, Dazai inquired that you guys start upstairs since its more likely to be there. There was no light, the only source of light you all had was a flashlight in Dazais hands. You were scared. You kept seeing things. You just felt like something touched you on you shoulder when you looked back to see Dazai holding a torch to his face "boo~" "AAH WHAT THE HELL?! DONT DO THAT!" you jabbed his arm and he laughed teasing you.

You both went into some sort of library and this house was HUGE, atleast 3 stories and really spacious with alot of rooms. Dazai was skimming through some books while you kept looking behind your back. That was when you saw something standing in the corner. You shook Dazais arm and he looked over to you "yes donna-" "is there something standing there..." you said paranoid and pale youre fingers began trembling. He shined the light there and there was nothing. "its nothing 'name' dont be scared im here~" you would have told him to shut up only if you werent so scared so Dazai sighed and held your hand before saying "the statue is on the 3rd floor corner room, its quite dark there so close your eyes, ill guide you through" he said actually serious.

You looked back at the corner you saw something at and then at Dazai and nodding shuddering. You shut your eyes and Dazai quickly led you through squeezing your hand reassuringly some times. Though it seemed Ranpo and Kunikida had the same idea when both of the teams reached the spot where the statue is. You were still holding his hand looking around when you felt something up your leg which made you jump. "donna you dont have any reason to be scared anymore were not alone~". you didnt care you just wnated to go back out. You couldnt take the creepy aura from the house and soon enough everyone gathered outside to tell about the statue and whatever else they found interesting. Like atsushi and Kyouka found an old piano.

Everyone was heading back to the camp site but you didnt realize Dazai was still holding your hand but slowly you stopped shaking and sighed "thank god we didnt die or you and me would always be forever if we got killed by a ghost!" he laughed at your comment and said " you sound it like its a bad thing" you looked at him dead pan and then shuddered, "just forget it this was enough terror for the day". He smiled he couldnt help but feel something, something he never felt, he liked it. he repeated "you and me...always forever..?"

#dazai x reader #bsd imagine #bsd #bsd scenarios #dazai osamu #bungo stray dogs #armed detective agency #bsd x reader #dazai scenarios #dazai imagine #bsd dazai #bsd imagines #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x you #dazai x you #dazai x y/n

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

-heavy breathing on your phone- Do you like scary stories?

It's SP00KY SZN and your bestie Hearteyes has come bearing gifts for all you black cats and changelings.✨️

What is it, you ask? Why it's a comp of all scary fiction, old and new. With love and HORROR from me to you.✨️

Wanna know who I'm looking at? Don't turn around.

ADULT ONLY 21+

Verboten Passion Chris Evans/Cult

Blindfold Me Erik/Helplessness/Kink

Howl T'Challa/Werewolf

Daddy and the Void Erik/Demon

American Horror Story Erik/Phobia/OC

Puppet Master Erik/Venom

Crossroads Erik/Demon

Stray Cargo Erik/Shapeshifter

Killing Booth Erik/Victim/Witch

The Cries of Scarlett Grass Erik/Antebellum Period/Witch

Hips'n'Thighed Odell Beckham Jr/Hypnosis

Boo's Dollhouse A lot of characters! Yahya/Trevante/Brothel

All Mine Erik/Kidnapping

Love Underwater Killian Jones/Captain Hook/Once Upon A Time

Pranking Miguel Miguel O'Hara

Double Bubble Toil & Trouble Yahya/ 💩

Hood Nigga Deluxe Fontaine/Blood Play/Date/Betrayal

RATED E

Date with a Vegan Trevante Rhodes/Vampire/Theme Park

Midnight Society Graveyard/Campfire

Held Up Erik/Robbery/At Night

Scooby Doo Where Are You Erik/Mystery Squad/Crossover

What's Your Phobia Phobias

Jupiter Brain Snare Winston Duke/Lupita Nyong'o/Plant Hypnosis

Heads or Tails Erik/Serial Killer

The Grinning Clown Clown Phobia

HC: Spooky Szn w/ Edward Cullen October/Edward Cullen

HC: Planning Abbott's Halloween Dance w/ Gregory Eddie Gregory Eddie

Dark Magik Voodoo/Erik

If it's Rated E, then either the first chapter or whole story is SFW.

Keep checking back! I'll be adding fics here all SP00KY SZN!

Original Masterlist HERE

Bonus:

Autumn Bae Dress Up Game

Spooky SZN Playlist

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#spooky szn #original #erik killmonger #killmonger #erik stevens #erik killmonger fanfiction #erik stevens au #black panther killmonger #black panther fanfiction #chris evans #halloween fanfiction #marvel fanfiction

[larz-barz]

Master list:)

Everything (Tanjiro x reader)

Always and forever (Tanjiro x reader)

Special<3 (Tanjiro x reader)

Special<3- part 2 (Tanjiro x reader)

Unlikely love (Tanjiro x reader)

“Hard day at work?” (Tanjiro x reader)

If Daki and Dabi met (Mha and Demon slayer crossover)

My muse<3 (Tanjiro x reader)

My muse<3- part 2 (Tanjiro x reader)

Meant to be (Tanjiro x reader)

Milo’s thoughts on the hashiras

The hashiras’ thoughts on Milo

Kamaboko squad’s thoughts on Milo + Milo’s thoughts on the Kamaboko squad

Learn to be emo (Giyuu and Milo)

Sleepover (Maki and Milo)

Tanjmilo stories:3

We are family

Worth it

Tanjmilo taisho era secrets

Never again

My angel

Tanjmilo cuddling hcs

What I would do for you

Tanjmilo kimetsu academy hcs

New student

Heartbreak

TanjMilo quote #1

Cold

The light in a refrigerator

TanjMilo quote #2

Stressed out

TanjMilo quotes #3

Tanjiro rambling about Milo

Bird poop

Lost egg

He doesn’t know

Pretty distraction

Jealousy

Puppy

Two birds killed by one stone

Learn to be emo: his reaction

The neko spirit

The love potion

TanjMilo’s day out

Requests!!<3

Mental health (Tanjiro x reader)

Best aunt Aika (no ship, just world’s best aunt)

Polar opposites attract (Aika x Giyuu)

Giggles (Tanjiro x Milo and Muichiro x Maki)

Heartbreak (Tanjiro x Milo)

Giggles part 2 (Tanjiro x Milo and Muichiro x Maki mentioned)

Keychain (Muichiro x Mari)

The light in a refrigerator (Tanjiro x Milo)

A thing called love (Yuichiro x Ilona)

Battle scars (Muichiro x Maki)

Never seen before (Tanjiro x reader)

Musical talent (Milo and Sakura)

Double date (Tanjiro x Milo and Muichiro x Mari)

Bird poop (Tanjiro x Milo)

Lost egg (Tanjiro x Milo)

Endless compliments (Zenitsu x Maki)

He doesn’t know (Tanjiro x Milo)

Fear of rejection (Zenitsu x Maki)

Issues (Maki x Sanemi)

Spicy (Maki x Sanemi)

Improper proposal (Milo and Maki)

Makeover (Maki x Sanemi)

Monopoly (Maki x Sanemi)

Jealousy (Tanjiro x Milo)

Puppy (Tanjiro x Milo)

Bunnies (Eva x Muichiro)

Shy (Maki x Genya)

Teasing lovingly (Yuichiro x Ilona)

Silly cuddles (Maki x Tanjiro)

In the midst of the mist (Muichiro x Kiyoka)

Loves (Maki x Tanjiro)

Forgotten (Maki x Muichiro)

TanjMilo’s day out (Tanjiro x Milo)

Like a kid in a candy store (Muichiro x Nayuki)

Love story series (discontinued)

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

HanaKiru/ AmaKira stories

Till death shall we (not) part

Amaya Kazumi stuff

Amaya fun facts

Amaya’s back story

Guardian (amakiri fic)

Friendship (amaya and yume)

Hashira Milo stuff

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Milo Tsugikuni stuff

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#masterlist

[hangmansgbaby]

My darling dearest!

🥸 Does anyone in IRL know you write fanfic or original fiction? If not, do you plan on telling anyone this year? (Minus B, he doesn’t count 😂)

🛏 Is there a new trope you'd like to write this year?

🎉 How are you going to be kind to yourself if you don't meet your goals?

🥸My childhood bestie knows, she actually used to help me write my Peter Parker fic in high school and we called it Book Club! Oh and my parents know😅 plus my bf B so yea!

🛏️Is there a trope I haven’t touched? OH marriage pact! But thats coming eventually already👀 Arranged Marriage? That could be a fun one

🎉Honestly? I have none! Thats how l, I didn’t make any so that way I wouldn’t have the opportunity to not be kind to myself!

Love you bestie boo😘

#ask birdie #new year fic asks #mah bestie #she to my nanigans #she’s my partner in crime

[crinkle-eyed-boo]

You know it’s a crinkle-eyed-boo fic when...

Thank you to @disgruntledkittenface​ @becomeawendybird​ and @allwaswell16​ for tagging me to make a moodboard that captures the vibe of my fics. This was DEFINITELY harder than I thought it would be and I still don’t know if I got this right. I went with: 

- Long Haired Harry, my beloved. 

- NEW YORK CITY

- Zouis are usually besties

- Lots and Lots of self indulgent pop culture references. 

- Niall is the floater between Louis and Harry. 

- Real menus from restaurants that I study and pick out dishes from

- Lirry are usually besties

- Lots of coffee

- Odes to Louis’ eye crinkles, hence my username. 

I’ve been a bit MIA so I don’t know who has done this? @greenfeelings​ @indiaalphawhiskey​ @infinitelymint​ @daggerandrose​ @sadaveniren​ @lovingstheantidote​ @louandhazaf​ @uhoh-but-yeah-alright​

#fic games #THIS WAS HARD #I was like...do I even HAVE a consistent aesthetic #other than New York?

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Forever Begins Now - Chapter Four.

Well, besties, here’s the last chapter of the mini-sequel. Thanks so much for reading and enjoying it, I do love these two, I have to say. And if you’re reading The Dark Passenger, my EZ/OC fic, you get to keep on catching up with them, too!

Previous Chapters - One  Two  Three

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 4,004

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“Take a good look at my face, baby. Because I think this is the last time you’ll be seeing it like this for a while,” Angel joked darkly after they’d pulled up outside the beach house, making a noise of trepidation in his throat. They’d been married for six days, Deb returning from her research expedition in Peru the previous morning. It was time.  

“She isn’t going to punch you, stop worrying,” she soothed, Angel smiling in wince.

“I think you might be wrong, but whatever. Either way, imma cop a fucking bollocking, as you British people call it.” He took a deep breath, grumbling with discomfort again before they descended the steps that led down to the house, Bella letting herself in.  

“Belly boo! I wondered when you’d be home,” Deb called softly from the couch, getting up to welcome her with a hug and a kiss. “Angel, you look pale,” she then spoke, lifting herself to tiptoes to kiss his cheek, her hands rubbing his arms affectionately. “What’s up?”

He felt like he had a tonne of bricks hitting him over and over. “I’m fine. How was Peru, Deb?”

She snorted. “Bollocks, are you fine. You look like a deer caught in the headlights of an express train. What’s the matter?”  

He felt himself beginning to sweat, his back warming as he sat down, Bella taking the arm of the large armchair he seated himself in. “Mum, we’ve got some news.”

Deb read the tension pouring out of them, noting that her daughter looked a little calmer than her boyfriend, but not by much. “If you’re about to tell me you’re pregnant, so help me, Isabella.” Her warned words were delivered with a certain tone of bite, Angel swallowing hard, taking Bella’s hand.

“Just over a week ago, I asked Bella to marry me, and six days ago, we eloped to Las Vegas.” There it was, the door to the tiger cage had been opened. Whether it decided to maul everyone in sight or not remained to be seen, Angel feeling his heart pounding so hard, he felt a little sick.  

Deb closed her eyes, resting her forehead into the cradle of her hand, whispering ‘Jesus bloody Christ’ before getting up, heading towards the back door.  

“Mum, wait, please can you just...” was as far as Bella got.

“Not another fucking word! Not from either of you.” Swinging the door open, the sea breeze hit her, cooling her face, her cheeks radiating heat. The minutes ticked by, feeling like hours, Angel wrapping his arm around Bella’s waist when he saw she was quivering with nerves. After around five had passed in painful silence, Deb finally spoke.  

“You two being together, I was warming to the idea, because I saw you as quite rational, steady, someone who would keep my daughter grounded, Angel. But this? Running off and getting married? You’re meant to be the adult, not losing your head and getting swept up in making reckless decisions like eloping with my teenage daughter, for the fucking love of god!”

He was about to speak in his defence, but Bella beat him to it. “Mum, it wasn’t his idea to elope, it was mine. I understand that you’re shocked, upset even, but I’m eighteen, capable of making my own decisions, and I decided to marry the man I’m in love with.”

Deb gave her a look that sent a chill prickling through her chest, scoffing before storming out, Bella sliding onto Angel’s lap, sighing on the cusp of a sob.  

He wrapped her in a secure, warm embrace, kissing her cheek. “I’ll go and talk to her.”

“She’ll likely bite your head off, or not acknowledge anything you say to her. She can be very passive-aggressive when she’s pissed off.” Her warning fell on deaf ears, Angel standing, placing her back down in the armchair and grasping her hands.  

“I’ll make her listen. I’m good at doing that.”  

Bella widened her eyes, of course knowing her mother of old. “Best of luck with that, big sexy.” He returned the look, laughing softly through his nose before turning and following the path his furious mother-in-law had taken, finding her sitting further on down the beach, staring out at the beautiful view, the sun beginning to sink into the horizon in a peach glow.  

Sitting down beside her, he felt her stiffen immediately. “I know it was impulsive, Deb. I know that. Me and your daughter, though, we’re in love, and meant to be. It makes no difference, marrying her now, or if we’d done next year, in two years, in five. I’m not going anywhere. I wanted to make the commitment to her.”

She sighed, running a hand through her dark hair. “It’s all so quick, though! Married at eighteen? She’s too young to settle! She has her entire life ahead of her! You? You’ve lived it, you’re thirty-eight, at the kind of age where you should be settling, and I can’t help but think this is going to throw up so many issues between you!”

“I’m not about to stop her living her life. She wants to be a musician, which ultimately means I’ll end up losing her to touring and the like eventually, because we both know with Bella’s talent it’s a matter of when that happens, and not if. I’m fine with that, like I said, I ain’t gonna hold her back. I’m gonna be the one there being her number one fan boy and encouraging her every step of the way. She doesn’t have to put her dreams on hold for me.”  

“Yeah? And what about when you want kids, and she’s too focused on her career, hmm? What will that mean?” she challenged him with, Angel thinking it quite uncanny, because of a conversation he’d had on the subject with his wife as recently as a couple of nights ago.  

“Well - and with respect - when we decide to have children is no one’s business but ours, but Bella actually stated in as many words that she wants them before she’s twenty-five, regardless of where she’s at with her career. She’ll take time away, and of course I ain’t gonna be no deadbeat dad either. I’ll take care of the kid while she heads back out on the road. We’ll figure it out, but that’s for much further into our marriage, to even think of the logistics of it all.”

She was silent again, taking his words in, sadly for Angel finding they had little effect on her stance. “She’s too young for it all, and this I am adamant about. I realise that it’s done now, though, and no matter how much I don’t like it, I have to find some way to move forward with it. Right now though, I don’t want that. I’m angry. I feel blindsided. It was hurtful, that you both did this without consulting me, which perhaps might have made it better.”  

“I’m sorry,” he offered, Deb eyeing him sharply.

“No, you aren’t. I just want to be left alone, Angel. I’ll be in touch with Bella when... when I feel a bit more settled with this news. I’ll stay down here for a while, but when I return, I want it to be to an empty house.”  

He nodded, standing up and brushing the sand from his jeans as he walked back up to the house, sad that there was little resolve reached. He hated having to return to his wife and give her such disappointing news, even more so that her mother had no interest in speaking to her further, wishing for the house to be empty when she arrived back in it.  

“Fine. That’s absolutely bloody fine,” she began, her voice quivering as she stood up. “I’m going to go pack a few bags, load some of my stuff into my car if that’s the way she wants it to be.”  

Angel nodded, resisting the urge to fight Deb’s corner and reassure her that all she needed was a little time to get used to it. He would eventually, but knew Bella needed to be pissed off a little about it first before he attempted to make it better. “I’ll come and help you.”  

Clothes, shoes, guitars, books, a few furnishings and all of her jewellery later and Bella was closing the trunk of her car, reaching in through the open back door to shift her guitar cases around so she had enough room to see through the rear windscreen, turning to Angel. “See you at home, then. Love you.”

“You will, love you too.” He kissed her, stroking the small of her back before heading to his bike, Bella driving off as he looked back at the house. He paused for a few moments, wondering whether to go and try for some resolve. He realised the last thing he should do was rush it, though. She just needed time to get used to the idea. If she did, great. If she didn’t, then it was her loss, he guessed, to have a fractured relationship with her daughter, although he sorely hoped it wouldn’t come to that.  

He also hoped she might feel better after the fifty-minute journey down the freeway back to Santo Padre, but when they arrived home, she stomped around the house, muttering to herself as she found places for all of her possessions to live, Angel making a mental note that he could do with borrowing the van and buying another dresser and an actual wardrobe for all of her clothes. He found it strange, to see her so agitated, since Bella had virtually no temper, her default when she was upset usually being tears.  

It was while he was making a list of items they needed to go and fetch from the store that her default came to find him, her little sniffs preceding her arrival into the kitchen.  

“Baby,” he sighed, pulling her into a hug, Bella crying against his chest.  

“Why can’t she just be happy for us? She didn’t even want to talk to me, just told me to get out. Through you, too! She couldn’t even tell me to my face. Doesn’t she realise, other than you, she’s the only bloody family I have here?”

“B, she’ll get used to it eventually,” he began, tightening his arms around her. “I think she’s mostly pissed off that we didn’t say anything to her beforehand.”

“Yeah, because she would have bloody reacted like this! That’s why I didn’t!” Her ire was met by him letting her vent, knowing that it was still partly down to her age, being so viscerally emotional because something wasn’t going her way, and not seeing how their actions had played a big part in her mother’s upset.  

The truth was, he’d had it in the back of his mind, knowing Deb wouldn’t take it well, but he’d let himself get wrapped up in it, the joy of running off with the girl he was in love with any marrying her. Perhaps she was right when she’d said that as the adult, he should have known better. Maybe he should have, but he had no regrets over what they’d done. All he could do for that moment was take her mind off it, something that began with them heading to the store, Angel driving since he didn’t trust that Bella would have enough focus to concentrate, staring out of the window for the entire journey, sighing frequently.  

“Pouty face,” he spoke softly as they walked up the dried produce aisle, Bella pushing the cart with her bottom lip protruding a little as she grabbed a large bag of pasta. “I love this pouty face, you know.”  

“I’m glad you do,” she sniffed, adding brown rice and barley to the cart.  

“Baby, your mom still loves you. It’s because she does that she’s acting like this. Like I said back at home, you just have to give her a little time to get used to it. I know it sucks that she wasn’t immediately understanding, I bet my dad’ll have a few choice grunts over it, too, but you know what? At the end of the day, it’s our life, we’re happy as fuck, so personally I ain’t letting it bring me down. You shouldn’t either,” he advised, taking a few packs of spices and throwing them into the cart. “Come on, let's go over to the bakery section and get you those lame assed cupcakes with all the fancy frosting you love.”

“They’re not lame!” she protested, slapping his arm.

“Edible fucking glitter. I mean, what the fuck is that shit?” He finally got a laugh out of her, Bella guiding the cart with one hand while she wrapped an arm around her husband, feeling him press a kiss atop her head. Later that evening, Bella sitting on the couch with pink frosting all over her face, he was pleased to see her looking a little more content. That was, until she began staring at her phone, tapping out messages only to delete them, frowning, making little noises in her throat.  

“Querida, leave it alone for a few days. Give her some space, trust me on this. It’s what she needs most at the moment. If you bombard her, expecting that to change her mind, it’ll do the opposite,” he advised her, Bella showing the kind of maturity that made him proud. She locked her phone and popped it down on the table, turning to him.  

“You’re right.” Leaning into his space she kissed him, nuzzling her nose against his. “Thanks for being such a good voice of reason.”

He beamed, kissing her again. “You’re welcome. Now, gimmie one of those ridiculous cakes.” She opened the box, taking one out, chuckling when Angel opened his mouth wide before she shoved it in.  

“You’ve got glitter all in your beard!”

He grumbled through the muffling of frosting and cake, chewing the mouthful of sugary goodness. He had to admit, they looked stupidly colourful, but tasted amazing. “As I expected. I bet I look ridiculous.”  

“You look like Christmas just sucker punched you,” she teased, Angel raising an eyebrow, touching a soft fist to her mouth. “You look like you ate a gay pride carnival.”

“Someone else gon’ get sucker punched if she carries on!” he laughed. “They’d love me at pride, man. I got the body, the sparkly beard, I’m good to go!” His continued comedy had the desired effect, his wife in soft fits at his side. After going to wash the remanence of frosting from his beard, he found another way to keep her mind off the current situation, one that also involved his mouth.  

With his tongue swirling repeatedly over her clit, his big hands pawing softly at her thighs, it was certainly difficult for Bella to think of anything else as he ate her to mindlessness, each lick making warms wells of pleasure trickle down her spine. What his mouth conjured so beautifully, his fingers eventually joined in bestowing pure magic upon her, Bella gasping softly as she writhed against his face, two fingers buried deep within her, pressing in circle, his arm muscles taut with effort.  

“Fuck me, please, Angel,” she gasped, their joint effort freeing him from his clothes, his nakedness melding with hers as he pushed into her, a low grunt spilling from his mouth to hers as their lips locked in a sweet, hot kiss.  

“Yeah, is that what you needed, baby? A big cock right up in you deep?”  

“Mmmm.” Her soft whine, slow like honey, was all she was able to reply with, wrapping her arms around him, her legs gripped around his hips as he slowly began fucking her into the couch.  

It was with a steady stream of lustful encounters, lots of attention, and just being present for her that Angel attempted to keep his new wife’s spirits up, but in the weeks that followed, with not a peep in way of communication from her mother, and him advising her not to send any messages other than the couple she’d still not received an answer to, Bella was sad. So sad that someone else took it upon himself to attempt a little bridge mending.  

Coco had absolutely no idea whether he’d find Deb at home or not, the afternoon he rode up to La Jolla, unsure whether she was off on a work trip. At least he knew she wouldn’t be at the university, what with it being a Sunday. He was relieved when he pulled in beside her car, removing his helmet, shades and gloves, heading down the steps to the beach house.  

“Oh, I have a lovely boy here to visit, and I didn’t put on any makeup,” Deb cooed softly, welcoming him with a hug.  

He kissed her cheek, entering the house. “Deb, you know you’re gorgeous enough without that shit, mamas.”  

She snorted softly. “Charming as ever, Johnny. Do you want a coffee?”  

“Please,” he spoke, seating himself at the island. “So, you likely know why I’m here, right?”

“Doesn’t take a genius to work out.” Turning to the machine, she filled it with water, closing the lid and turning it on. “Which one sent you?”

“Neither,” he began, lifting his wallet chain so he didn’t end up caught around the stool. Last time he’d sat on one, he’d ended up taking it with him when he stood up, much to the hilarity of everyone who’d witnessed the moment. “I came under my own steam, wanted to be of help.” He paused then, trying to gauge her face. “She misses you, you know.”

“Does she?” her words, delivered on a snort, were quite sharp. “Didn’t miss me when she got married without me there.”  

Coco chewed the side of his lip for a second. “Is that the only thing that’s pissing you off about it, that they decided to elope? I mean, I know you think Angel is too old for her, and maybe you’re right you know, but that don’t mean he ain’t good for her. Your daughter, shit. She’s the absolute centre of his world. I ain’t ever seen him like that over a chick. He’d do anything for her.”

She took a breath, running a hand through her dark hair. “How would you feel, if Letty ran off to marry a guy twenty years her senior and didn’t tell you about it?”

He snorted, beginning to laugh softly. “I’d think that was kinda standard for my crazy assed daughter!” He continued to laugh, thanking her for the coffee that was passed to him, Deb taking a seat at his side.  

“If I saw that the guy was good, like Angel is, I wouldn’t have a problem with it. I ain’t ever been a good father to her, I knew I couldn’t be while I was away in active service, but I always hoped for goodness for her. She’s getting herself together more now, and if that included settling down early, then shit, I couldn’t stop her. As parents, we gotta let the leash off ‘em at some point, let ‘em go out there and live their lives. We can coach from the side lines, but we can’t interfere with the game, y’know?”

“Her dad would go fucking mental,” she muttered, sipping her drink.  

Coco shrugged slightly, resting a hand to her forearm. “No disrespect to Nick, but he ain’t here, is he? I’m not gonna speak for the dude, I didn’t know him, but I think I know that in his early departure, he wouldn’t have wanted to leave behind a family that would eventually become fractured. Nah, that shit ain’t what anyone would want.”

“Then she shouldn’t have been reckless, Coco. It was juvenile, what they did!”

His mouth tugged up at the corner. “And ignoring her now isn’t, being juvenile, that is? She won’t suddenly be un-married, just because you’re refusing to acknowledge it.”

Shit. He was right. It hit Deb, then, the words of her young friend. “You can choose to dislike it forever, but it ain’t gonna change anything. Bella’s in love with him, and whether they last or not, well, you not talking to her isn’t gonna change that either way, is it? All you can hope is that they do last. For what it’s worth, I think they will. Those two, they’re a good balance, that thing, what do they call it? Ying and yong?”

She snorted with soft laughter. “Yin and yang.”

“Yeah,” he confirmed, giving her a little friendly shove. “That’s it.”  

Deb began to nod slowly, resting her head against his shoulder. “I’m making all of this about me, aren’t I?”

“Not all of it.” Turning his head, he kissed the top of hers. “A little, though.”  

She straightened up, finishing her espresso. “Fancy taking me for my first ride on a motorcycle?”

“Well, if that’s the only cherry of yours I can pop on offer, then I’m taking it!” he replied, grinning widely with a wink.  

“You’re bloody filthy!” she admonished, smacking his arm as she got up.  

He laughed, picking up his coffee. “You love it!” Draining the cup, he stood up, Deb telling him she’d just be a few minutes, getting her things together. Just under an hour later and they were pulling up in the yard, Deb thanking him, feeling quite exhilarated after her first time on the back of a motorcycle. When she looked up to the clubhouse, though, she felt her heart sink, seeing Bella sitting outside, her head hung down, Angel nudging her with his elbow before pointing out at where she stood.  

Bella gaped for a second, to see the last person she expected to arrive there on a Sunday afternoon, getting up from her seat as she watched her mother walking over, Coco hanging back, pulling his phone out and checking his messages. Reaching the steps, she hovered for a few moments, her mother continuing to walk until she stopped a few feet away, her smile suddenly widening, making her nerves melt away.

“Come here.” Opening her arms, Deb felt her insides bloom at having her daughter back in them, the scent of her apple shampoo comforting as she stroked her hair. “Seems I’d forgotten what it means to be family, taking the good with the bad, the rough with the smooth. I had someone set me right, though.”  

Bella looked over her mother’s shoulder, mouthing ‘thank you’ at Coco, blowing him a kiss he caught against his cheek, smiling and winking as he headed up to the clubhouse, Angel pulling him into a hug.  

“You didn’t have to do that, mano. But thanks all the same,” he spoke, Coco looking back at Bella and Deb.  

“Yeah, I did,” he began, pulling his cigarettes out and lighting up. “British women are damned stubborn!”  

Angel snorted softly. “I’ll say.”

“We heard that!” his wife then called, the guys cracking up.  

“And now your ass is in trouble again, homie!” Coco gave him an affectionate slap on his back, heading into the clubhouse, Angel walking down to greet Deb.  

“So, are we good, or are you gonna punch me?”

She smiled, shielding her eyes from the sun, pulling him into a hug. “We’re good, sweetheart. But I have one condition.”

“Name it,” Angel spoke immediately, wanting to do what he could to smooth everything over.

“On your first anniversary, you’re having another wedding, and you’re letting me organise it. We’ll get the family over from England, and it’ll all be proper, have it on the beach and the party at the house. How does that sound?”  

Those twelve months came and went by in a flash, before once again, Angel and Bella Reyes affirmed their commitment to one another, just as they did every single morning they awoke, a little bit more in love with one another than they were the day before.  

The End.  

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[seospicybin]

HIIIIII ITS ME AGAIN TO RAMBLE😅😅 Oh my god where do I even start w the new chapter on on tour like I literally can’t even, tbh I didn’t even realize that the story was being retold from a diff perspective until the like last part💀 but your such a good writer, like u inspired me and now I post random stuff too🥰. But like the way the stories tolddd and like OHMYGOD the crying at the ending ughhhhhhh the angst is KILLING ME SO BAD. I’m so Team Felix like it’s bad like HELPP. I don’t know your way of describing the scenes is so amazing, a true idol for me😍. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, ALSO THE HEADER PHOTO U CHOSE, FERALLL LIKE IM SO FERLA FOR THESE TWO RIGHT NOW AND HANS SUBLTE FLIRTINGGG, Felix is my bias but HYUNJIN and HAN ARE LIKE MY BIGGEST BIAS WREKERS OH MYGODDD. Anyways…sorry for rambling, love you❤️ you better expect my rambling every time you post🥰 LOVE YOU BESTIE

It's rambling free zone, feel free to let it out, my friend!

Let me use this chance to make a few announcements:

For Team Felix who may be disappointed with how On Tour turned out, I have something prepared for you so don't worry abt it.

For anyone looking for more rocker Han or in the phase of being bias wrecked by Han, I have something for you too. I'm writing a fic of Han before he formed Ssick, told a story about how he met the muse for his love songs.

This prob a bad news, but the Han fic is kinda angsty 😵 I have a lot of fics planned but that's what I can tell you rn.

And pls share your writing with me, I'd love to read it. I love you too, my boo and thank you, always 🤗💗

#spicy mail

[neteyamsoare]

Heyyy Boo!💥, 🛳, 🍄, and ✍️ for the ask game!

hi love!!

🛳 Are there any new ships you want to write for? (Platonic, romantic, or anything in between.)

maybe nor x reader or even so'lek x reader or eetu x reader: all romantic, as i'm so excited toout content for them three. you don't know how bad I'm feeling for them, don't know why they didn't give us a romance option cause i'd have been whoring out.

🍄 Are there any fandoms you've never written for but want to try?

definitely gossip girl like i have been thinking of writing for serena, dan, chuck, nate, blair, and although i don't like her, i was thinking of writing for vanessa. if i do, I'll probably open up an acc for them. i also was thinking of writing for stardew valley characters cause i didn't know they had fics until today.

✍️ Which stat matters most to you (if at all!): subscriptions, kudos/favorites, comments, bookmarks, word count, or hits?

definitely comments/reblogs, i love knowing people's thoughts on my fics, it brings me so much motivation to keep writing.

💥Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're most excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

here's a lil snippet of one of my spider wips:

Spider had a shocked expression on his face, he thought his ears were playing a trick on him, there was no way you would fantasize about him in that way, the same way he felt about you. He couldn’t just stand there anymore and it was too late to walk back to the lab. He wanted to join in on the fun, with a smirk on his face, he stepped through the entrance, clearing his throat to get your attention. 

Once you noticed him, your hand stopped any movements as you stared at him with a shocked expression on your face. “Don’t stop on my account,” he smirked as he walked closer to you needing a better look at the gem that sat between your thighs and you felt your cheeks heat up. “Want some help, bestie?”

send me some questions, let's talk!

#ಣ : notifications #ಣ : moots to lovers #🦦 : user dalis

[shittygaypornmagazine]

You don’t have to respond to this, I am more than happy if you just see this ask, if not, that’s okay too.

I was setting that up like I was gonna have some long speech but this new chapter has me floored and I am processing everything and getting out nothing coherent.

(no possession today sadly)

The cute interactions????

CASEY JR ON HIS WAY TO SLAY

L E O S A G I

The angst??????

CASEY MY BELOVED

My favorite genre of fic is when you’re suspicions about not crying yet and that was me in the first 2 minutes of the chapter before Nardo and Leo’s back to back internal monologues hit me with a bus (y’know like mean girls)

I feel like your reaching into my mind and painting Nardo with my insecurities and Leo with my fears (HOW DO YOU DO THAT???)

emotional damage

I honestly can’t tell you or comprehend how much comfort your writing has given me.

At the end of this chapter I had tears in my eyes because of how happy I am for this fic just, existing?? I dunno if that sounds weird, but the writing combined with the characters just fills me with so much joy in feeling that they know how I feel. I’m gonna cry again, THEY ARE SO REAL AYSOWXKPNRUISJDVUKVG

Also remember when this fic didn’t have the Leosagi tagged and all we had was 🐢🐇

we can’t have leosagi if Jr removes the sagi

I’m so sorry if this doesn’t make sense (It most definitely doesn’t)

Love ya boo

-Casey Jr slays (Usagi)-

me rn:

But anyway,

First thing i gotta tell you is that when I say a notification in my inbox I knew. I knew it was you and I had to walk around my room, flapping my hands, stimming my way through the excitement because if there is ANYONE to whose thoughts I am looking forward to it's YOU, bestie.

It was love at first possession.

The Mean Girls reference murdered me on the spot. I screeched like a pterodactyl and scared my mother but it was worth it because you get it. And like being suspicious about not crying??? I-

*gives you a bunch of napkins*

Don't ask me how I got them.

*wipes my own tears away because the knowledge that something I created (and am still creating) brings people comfort and makes them feel things is so powerful I can't help it*

Also,

YOU WE'RE HERE FOR MY 🐢🐇 ATTEMPT TO BE MYSTERIOUS AND PULL OFF A PLOT TWIST SCENARIO????

edit: CASEY SLAYS (USAGI) IS MY FAVOURITE SENTENCE EVER NOW AKXKDJDHSHAJKA

#bestie possession or not your asks make me so happy #I am so normal about them #full lair

[giggly-squiggily]

*Breaks down the door* Fics are open? :o Bet you know that it's gonna be a demon slayer one XD Hear me out, hear me out: Lee!Sanemi/Gyomei + Ler!Iguro/Tengen What the fic is going to be about is entirely up to you :D (Creativity time lol) Have a good day, bestie! Stay hydrated! *Jumps out of the window*

*fixes door and window* What an entrance and exit! Hello friend! :D I was originally going to do these two prompts separately, but I figured I might as well combined them! :D I love writing for Sanemi, so this was so much fun! I hope you like it!

CW: Swearing

Cloud 9 (Taglist)

@myreygn, @thatbigbisexual29, @duckymcdoorknob, @gladdygirl18, @baby-tickles2022, @cupcake-spice13

Sanemi was a man on a mission.

What was that mission, you may be wondering?

Operation: Cheer Up.

Normally the WInd Hashria wouldn’t bother with this kind of thing. Had anyone other than Master Kagaya requested him to do this, he would have laughed in their face and told them to find someone else.

“Gyomei seems…down lately. More so than usual. Do you think you could cheer him up? Whatever tactics you feel are necessary are allowed so long as you don’t cross any boundaries.”

Any tactics necessary, eh? Silly as it was- Tengen and Rengoku’s latest tickling antics proved to be rather effective on pretty much everyone. Would it even work on the Stone Hashira?

Sanemi was conflicted.

Why did the master ask him to do this anyway?

“Suck it up, Shinazugawa. You gotta do it.” He muttered to himself as he made his way towards the waterfalls.

He was a man with a mission, and he wasn’t going to let Master Kagaya down!

~~~

Gyomei was spotted sitting by, eyes closed and hands held in his usual prayer state. It was as the Master spoke; he looked visibly defeated. There was a definite slump to his shoulders, and his expression looked drained.

Operation Cheering Up had to succeed.

Readying himself, Sanemi concentrated his breathing to a state of near silence, moving like the wind towards the older man. With every move, he watched his footing- careful to avoid any twigs or leaves that would give away his position. The element of surprise was absolutely necessary.

Once he was in position, he reached out, readying his hands.

“Hello, Shinazugawa.”

Sanemi swore, flailing to catch his balance when Gyomei spoke. “Gah- how did you? I was so careful-”

“Your footsteps might have been silent, but remember: I rely on vibrations.” Gyomei sounded amused, a small smile pulling on his lips. “Yours are hard to ignore, my friend.”

“Oh? Is that so? Well, this is hard to ignore too!” Giving up any pretense of sneaking, Sanemi shot his hands out to Gyomei’s sides, worming his fingers against the clothed torso with determined fingers. ‘Please work please work please work’ He begged in his mind.

Gyomei stiffened, surprised. Then his core was shaking, soft rumbly laughter bubbling over his lips at the sudden tickle attack. “Ahehahhaa….ahahhaha…shihihinazugaahahahwaa, what is thhihiihihis?”

“Ha! So you are ticklish! Good!” Sanemi grinned, relief coursing through him like waves. His new bounty of confidence pushed him onward, shooting his hands up towards the highest rib he could reach on the bigger man. “Let’s get you cheered up, big man!”

“Shiihihihihihinazuuhuhuhugawa, plehahahahhahse!” Gyomei snickered and laughed, hands bracing his knees, overcome with the feathery sensation. Still, even with this going on, he could feel something else alongside it. “Yohoohoohoohu shohoohohohuld ruhuuhuhuhuhn nohohohohoohw.”

“Run? Why?” Sanemi blinked, briefly pausing his tickles. Had he overstepped?

“Boo.” Tengen said in his ear.

If Sanemi had the moment, he probably would have let out an uncharacteristic scream at the sudden jumpscare. He might have flown across the pavement, turned around and tore Tengen a new one for nearly giving him a heart attack.

But he didn’t have time. For as soon as Tengen scared him, he was grabbed and pulled back a few feet, fingers pressing into his ribs..

“Gahahahhahahhaha! Tehehehhehehngehehehen, you son of a biihihihihihitch!” Sanemi cackled out, flailing and thrashing in Tengen’s lap as the grinning Hashira found all his worst spots. “Gehehhehehhet ohoohohohohoff!”

“No way! You’re out here bullying our dear Gyomei, and you think I’m just gonna let you go?” Tengen tsked in mock disappointment, moving his fingers upwards to the smaller man’s armpits, earning a scream. “I didn’t think you had it in you, Sanemi. Such a naughty boy.”

“Yohoohohhou dahahahmn hihihihihihpocrihihiihiihte! Yoohohohohou tickled him the other dahhahahhahay!” Sanemi argued, letting out a childish squeal when Tengen pushed past his shirt, tickling his bare stomach and chest.

“Oi, who are you calling a hypocrite? I do it in a flashy way, so that negates any hypocrisy.” Tengen nodded proudly, as if any of his arguments made sense.

“Buhuhuhuuhuhhut the Mahahahhahahster toohohohohld me tohohoho!”

“Accusing Master Kagaya of such crimes? How unflashy!” Tengen gasped in shock. “How could you say something so lacking in flamboyancy!”

In the background, Gyomei smiled to himself as listened to his friends play. Now that the air was cleared, it made sense Kagaya sent someone to do this.

Gentle as that man was, he sure had a playful side to him.

“Oi, stone man.” Fingers brushed against his neck suddenly, making Gyomei shiver and duck. “Don’t think you’re in the clear just because the loud rock is busy.”

Obanai. How long had he been in that tree? Gyomei was about to ask when a hand brushed against his neck once more, then again. “Ahehehehehe, Obahahahhanai, please!”

“Sorry, Gyomei. Master’s orders.” There was a clear note of mischief in Obanai’s tone, along with a sudden weight as he placed himself upon Gyomei’s shoulders.

 “Operation Cheer Up must go on.”

I hope this was good!

#demon slayer #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #sanemi shinazugawa #gyomei himejima #tengen uzui #iguro obanai #operation Cheer up Gyomei! #There wasn't as much Iguro in this one #My bad! #I'll make up for it next time :D #I hope you like it nonetheless :)