#ouch the laughter one tho

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Needed Cuddles

You feel uncomfortable on the full bus at night, but your friends are there to take care of you. They need you just as much though.

Lee Minho/ Lee Know; Hwang Hyunjin, reader

Late night conversation and comfort, walking together, care and comfort, suggestive jokes, friendship

wc: 1716

It wasn't the first time you had to be on the train during the late hours of the day. Normally, the darkness didn't scare you, but it was a completely different story when you were surrounded by masses of people that you didn't know, that you haven't even seen before. On top of that, today's train got cancelled and you had to take the substituting bus. Therefore, the route was another factor of unfamiliarity.

After contemplating for good 20 minutes wether you should call Minho or not, you gave in, because your silent tears that made their way down your cheeks were a significant indicator for highly needed comfort.

'Hello?', sounded from your phone, followed by some audible steps and a final flop onto the sofa, you assumed.

'Hi', you whispered, because on one hand you didn't want to disturb the other passengers, and on the other hand you didn't trust your voice to not immediately tremble.

'You okay?', Minho asked without hesitation, his voice worried.

'Yes, it's just...', you trailed off and tried to find words that didn't feel totally silly.

You're an adult. For god's sake, you should be able to get home from work without crying.

to your friend about it.

'Breathe', Minho instructed, well aware of your habit to unvoluntarily hold your breath.

You felt better right away. Breathing helped, but so did hearing his voice.

'I'm on the bus', you managed to tell him and he hummed, waiting for you to continue.

'It's full here and dark. I got a seat, but I can't see much. It's dark', you stammered and fixated some lights in the distance.

'How long do you have to be on the bus?', he asked and you checked the app.

'One hour', you mumbled and hated everything about the situation you found yourself in.

'Keep breathing. Can you count the number of lights you see in the next five minutes? Say the numbers out loud to me, yeah? Can you do that?', he requested and you nodded, but then you remembered he wasn't here and couldn't see you, so you quickly added a hushed 'yes'.

'What's you favorite colour?', he suddenly asked and you responded, 'Red?', in confusion.

There were some street lanterns, so you counted, 'one , two, three, four, five'.

Minho didn't give you a break and asked:'Ass or tits?'

You chuckled, because you were too shy to burst out in laughter. You were in public after all.

'What?', you asked, now ultimately confused.

'Do you. Prefer. My ass. Or my tits', he repeated slower and overly pronounced.

'Hmmm. That's a tough question', you announced and added the numbers six to eleven on the lights list.

'Come on. Feel free to sexualize me. You won't get the chance too often', he chuckled and you wished you were at home already. His laugh sounded even prettier in person.

'That's a very limited amount of options. I can't choose!', you exclaimed and focoused on your breath a bit more again.

'Okayy. Then, do you prefer cuddling with Hyunjin or me?', he switched the question.

'Hey. Don't do that', you whispered and really strongly wished you were home.

'Lights?', he asked and you answered by saying 'thirteen'.

'He doesn't have a chance against me, right?', he added and you could vividly imagine his grin.

'Actually, I'd rank him higher than you', you joked.

'Ouch. Well, okay. No cuddles for you once you're home. And I was looking forward to holding and consoling you the whole night, but, oh well...', he sighed dramatically.

'I'll just go to Hyunjin's room then', you provoked further.

'You didn't call Hyunjin but me tho', he said seriously and you have to give him that point, but only because you didn't want to disturb Hyunjin in his evening's art routine.

'You also can't choose between his ass and tits, because they are basically nonexistent, making me a better cuddling partner. Choose wisely, dear idiot' Minho added and his time was funnily philosophical, as if he would spread holy wisdom.

All he achieved was making you smile at the ridiculousy. You felt lighter than before the call and added two more lights to the list.

Fifteen was the final number after the given time frame of five minutes and after another check-in about your current state and the assurance that you felt better, Minho started talking about his day, telling you many details down to the fur pattern of every cat he saw in the streets.

The bus stopped at the final destination and you got off happily. The people around you spread into various directions and when you finally got a clear view onto your path that leads home, you were paralysed in surprise due to the unexpected visitor that was smiling at you.

'Minho! When did you go to Hyunjin?', you almost screamed into the phone and were only met with Minho's evil laughter.

'There is this thing called texting and it works while being on a phone call, you dumbass', he explained and hung up with no further comment.

Hyunjin stepped in front of you, snatched your bag away and pulled you into a hug. His hair was pushed back with a hairband and there was some dried paint on his neck and when he pulled away, you found some more spots on his hands.

'I didn't want to disturb you', you mumbled, guilt rising, because he was outside at night instead of having a cozy painting session.

'You didn't. It was Minho', he responded and giggled, pulling your bag over his shoulder.

'Sorry', you apologised anyway and nodded into the direction you had to walk to.

Hyunjin just nodded, took your hand and tucked you closer next to him while you two started walking.

You were freezing by the time you finally entered the appartment complex and you were sure it was rather due to your tiredness than the cold evening air. Hyunjin knocked on the apartment's door and Minho opened, looking bored, almost annoyed.

'Good evening', Hyunjin chirped and put on an extra cheerful and energized character to annoy Minho who was clearly tired and impatient at this late hour.

'Go lick some more paint', Minho mumbled, but contrary to his words, patted Hyunjin's shoulder in a friendly manner and smiled at him, nonverbally thanking him.

Hyunjin just shook his head and gave you a quick goodbye hug and handed you your bag.

Stepping into the dorm was the best feeling you could have imagined this evening. You wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, but actually, you were to tired to give into even one of those impulses.

Minho trailed off into the kitchen and you went to take a shower. There was a cup of ramen and a glass of water on the living room table once you returned, originally because you wanted to go to bed. However, Minho called you and told you to eat.

'You need energy after today's stress', he reminded you and watched you until you finished everything he put in front of you. He vanished and returned with freshly cut peaches once and another time with some chocolate, because according to him, chocolote was necessary to finish an overwhelming day. Of course, you didn't dare to disagree.

With freshly brushed teeth you finally made your way to your room and layed down, quickly texting Minho and Hyunjin messages to express how thankful you were for them being there for you this evening and then in no time sleep took over your tired mind and body.

You woke up at the sound of someone knocking on your door and when it cracked open slightly, the light from the living room entered.

'What?', you groaned and got Minho's chuckle as an response.

'Did I wake you?', he then proceeded to ask and you told him that, yes, this was the fucking case.

'Just wanted to say that you did well today', he mumbled and you, still half asleep and barely registering his words, nodded.

'Okay. What do you want?', you grumbled, honestly pissed that he woke you up.

'I promised you cuddles', he said cutely and you hated it, but laughed after all.

'You big baby. Be honest, do you want some cuddles?', you asked, fully aware of his enjoyment of regular cuddle sessions that he always claimed to just be kinda okay with and is mainly doing them, because you or the others needed them.

'Nah, I don't. Just thought you wanted', he huffed and was about to close the door again, but you hurried out of bed and held onto the door. The blanked was halfly wrapped around one leg, luckily didn't cause you to stumble, and you noticed that you were still holding onto one plushie. You laughed at this observation and Minho eyed you up and down and laughed as well.

'You're embaressing', he joked and patted the plushie in your arm.

'So are you. Just for the record, you would be trapped in my arms just like this little furball here, when I'd have to get up while we cuddled', you said, nodding down.

Minho pulled the plushie away from you.

'You'd let someone pull me away that easily too?', he questioned.

'If it was someone I trust, then yes', you explained and saw Minho's eyes widen.

Absently, he handed you back plushie.

'Can we now cuddle? I'm too tired to make you ask for them yourself', you whined and went back to bed.

Minho closed the door and followed you. He freed you from the blanket trap and tucked you in, before he pulled you into his frame, holding you close.

'You did well today too, Minho', you mumbled against him and buched his bangs out of his eyes.

'Thanks. Are you okay now?'.

He pulled the blanket over himself and you pushed the pillow further under his head. He dropped into it with a content sigh.

'I'm okay. I'm so tired, I'll be gone in two seconds', you announced and Minho hummed in recognition.

'I needed those cuddles today as well', he whispered, but you were already back asleep, the plushie squeezed between you two and one arm thrown around Minho's waist, pinning him comfortably close to you for the next few hours.

#skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz fanfic #skz fluff #skz x reader #stray kids fanfic #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #lee know #lee know x reader #hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin x reader #lee know fluff #hwang hyunjin fluff #stray kids fluff

[lloydfrontera]

actually we are talking about it making lloyd see as arcos falls and breaks his neck while he's completely unable to do anything but watch??? sick and twisted oh my god

first of all, ouch. second of all, how dare you. and third of all, ouch இ௰இ

this is one of the changes from the novel that, while i don't completely agree with it, i do acknowledge it makes the even more impactful.

don't misunderstand me! lloyd's entry for arcos' death in the novel is heartbreakingly sad, just look at it

[This is the first time I have chosen to write in a journal. I am sad. The count got into an accident. He was simply enjoying horseback riding like usual. He was riding through a path he often enjoyed taking. Who would've imagined that a weasel would appear and surprise the horse into suddenly jumping? Who would've imagined the count would fall off and hit a tree branch on the neck? The physician says we should wait and see, but... I'm not so sure. I'm just sad.] Flip. [The count woke up after a day. He says he can't feel anything below his neck. But he forced a smile and tried to calm everyone down. He said that he was fine. That it doesn't hurt because he can't feel anything. That he's comfortable since he's on his back all day. He flashed a bright smile. And those were his last words. Right now, the countess is quietly weeping in secret. To be honest, I want to cry too. However, I should go out and comfort her first.]

like i said. heartbreaking.

however. making lloyd watch as it happened?? absolutely evil. i love it <33

i do think marbella's is sadder in the novel tho :((

like

this is fine. but.

[The countess doesn't talk anymore. She doesn't say a word. She no longer smiles and tends to her garden. I picked up the trowel for her lest the overlooked flowers wilt. I hope the freesias bloom beautifully this year and lessen her grief.] Flip [The freesias have bloomed pretty. But the countess can't see them. In the morning, I knew that something was wrong when I heard Emily scream. No one would have thought that the kitchen once filled with everyone's laughter would be where she passed. No one knew until last night. Could it be that she missed the count, who passed away before her. I must call Julian. He should be in the capital. Now our manor, once warm, feels cold a desolate.]

this is better. imo.

i just,,, lloyd tending to marbella's garden,,, picking up where arcos left because he's not there anymore to help her,,,, hoping the flowers will be beautiful that year so she won't be as sad anymore,, and then the reveal that she won't see them any way because she's gone, they're both gone and now their home, lloyd's home, is cold and lonely, empty of the people he loved.

(also i take so much offense to the idea that lloyd would've missed julian's funeral for being 'out of sorts'. he didn't know. he didn't fucking know. he tried to get julian to come home, he wrote to him and when he didn't get an answer he sent ggoming to get him but it was too late, julian was already dead, he was already gone and lloyd never got to see his little brother again. he held his parents' funeral and then held his little brother's and then he tried so hard to comfort sheherazade and even tried to get her to move back home because he was worried something would happen to her. he didn't fucking miss julian's funeral.)

anyway. good episode. i liked it ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

#i talk a lot <3 #tged #the greatest estate developer #lloyd frontera #arcos frontera #marbella frontera #julian frontera #ep 123 #ch 251

[romanestuffsposts]

It’s Picnic season where I live 🥳 maybe stucky takes the reader out to a park to play and have a picnic? Maybe she falls asleep in the car on the ride from being tired out from a great day out 🥺❤️

Hi there love! 💜

This is sooo lovely, thank you so much for sharing such a cute request!

I hope i'm not too late for picnic season 💗

Enjoy <33

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Warnings : food, picnic, fluff, lots of love, kisses, pet name,

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : The most perfect evening with your Daddies

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"You wanna help Papa and Daddy caring the things until we find a nice place ?" Your Daddy peers down at you and you happilly nod "yea!!"

He chuckles and gives you the blanket so you can carry something who won't exhausted you too much. You wrap the blanket around you and follow your Daddies around the parc. You're happy because you will spend a perfect evening in one of your favorite place with your favorite persons and you will see the sunset, something you never saw before.

Your Daddies hesitate because it means staying up late outside but decided that for that one time, you'll be okay.

"how about here ?" your Papa asks as he stops walking. You take a look around you, gaze the beautiful fountain with the soft and sweet sounds that comes out of it. You love the big tree who is falling above you and the fact that there's not many people around is adding to your decision.

You bite your lips and grab the blanket who is on your shoulders, you throw it on the ground and then fall on it with a big smile.

"i think that means yes" your Daddy chuckles before falling on the blanket too. Your Papa smiles and sits down beside you. "let's get our things out"

You help them getting everything out and smile at each food or drinks that came out of the basket. You didn't know what was in there, your Daddies wanted it to be a surprise but of course you knew it would be things that you love.

You start by grabbing your favorite fruit and immediately bite in it making your Papa chuckles "don't wait for us" he jokes, rolling his eyes playfully. You giggle and take another bite.

"did you had a good day with Wanda and Sam ?" Your Daddy asks as he takes a bite in his sandwich. They were called by Fury for a meeting with some others members, so they rushed to the tower with you under their arms and gave you to Wanda and Sam who weren't needed at the meeting.

You didn't asked what happened behind the closed doors because you wouldn't have understand much anyway. You just made sure that they were okay which was the most important thing for you.

"was gooood!" you exclam making them smile "uncle Sam said many things I didn't understood tho" you frown as you think of it.

Your Daddies laughs and shake their head "doesn't surprise me" your Daddy jokes causing him to have the elbow of your Papa in his ribs "ouch! hey I was just joking"

You laugh beside them and happilly take the drink your Papa is giving you "you need to stay hydrated"

You nod and drink a little bit before looking for something else to eat "the sunset would be here soon, babygirl' your Daddy informs.

"and as soon as it disappear, we go to bed" your Papa teases and this time it's you who roll your eyes playfully

"i'll still have my story ?" you shyly ask as you grab one of your Papa's sandwich. Your Papa sweetly smile and kisses your temple "of course you'll have your bedtime story, princess" he reassures you.

You let yourself fall on your Papa's laps and take a huge bite of his sandwich while he's busy talking with your Daddy. This one gasp as he looks down at you "how dare you!"

You bite your lips and giggle. You scream from laughters when his fingers dig into your belly and sides. You squirm on his laps and close your eyes from the huge feeling.

"Papaaa" you laugh and he just chuckles above you. It's your Daddy who save you by grabbing you and protecting you in his arms. You sat between his legs, your back against his chest as you try to recovery.

"here!" your Daddy points at the horizon after an hour of being here. You talked and laughed a lot as you waited and now is the real moment, the moment you were waiting for.

You gasp and pull away from your Daddy, you fall on your stomach and rest your chin in your palms. The different shades are the best thing you've ever seen in your whole life. The colours dancing with each others as the sun disappears is really beautiful.

Your eyes sparkle at the view and you bite your lips with the biggest smile you could make.

Your Daddies's heart melt at your happiness and they smile through it all. They can't keep their eyes off of you, not even to watch the sunset. Their most beautiful view is you, not the sun.

"Again!" You yell happilly as you keep gazing the now dark sky. Your Daddy lifts you in his arms and kisses your cheek "there's nothing more for tonight baby" he explains "the sunset is only one time each day, right before night time"

You pout and whine "but I wanna watch it again" you complain. Your Papa clicks his tongue in his mouth and tap the tip of his fingers against the tip of your nose "get ride of that little pout, princess." he warns "or else we won't be doing things like this anymore"

Your shoulders drop and you hid your face in your Daddy's neck. It's late and you're really tired which your Daddies know, that's why they didn't get mad at you.

"let's go back home now, hum ?" your Daddy whispers and you nod your head, your eyes already closed. Your Daddies get back the things together and then head for the car who is parked not too far.

They sweetly smile and quietly chuckle when they hear your cute little snore from the backseat as Steve drives back home.

‘’What a cutie’’ Steve chuckles as he thinks about their wonderful evening. Bucky laughs and agrees ‘’she’s something else, that’s for sure’’

They love teasing you about not being like others or calling you weird from time to time but they really love that side of you. They can’t imagine you without that part.

‘’She’ll get mad tomorrow morning if she understand that she didn’t had her bedtime story because she was already asleep’’ Bucky points, sighing.

‘’She really is a princess when we think of it’’ Steve jokes ‘’she won’t be mad because she knows she’ll have two bedtime story tomorrow since she didn’t had one tonight’’

Bucky nods ‘’I hope’’

‘’She’s too cute for us to say no to a second story anyway’’ Steve playfully rolls his eyes, the sentence is following by quiet chuckle

You smile at that, he’s totally right on that point

#@aagn360 #little!reader #daddies!stucky #bucky barnes x steve rogers x little reader #daddy!bucky #papa!steve #little space #steve rogers #stucky x little reader #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #james buchanan barnes #steve x bucky #bucky x steve #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky x daughter!reader #bucky x female reader #stevebucky #steve rogers fic #steve fluff #steve x little!reader #steve x female reader #steve x you

[justporo]

A Night of Song and Laughter (Part 15)

In which there is a tub in which they sit, also Astarion with wet hair looking like a puppy and Tav's getting hauled around like a sack of potatoes at the end (so keep reading). But be warned, this actually turned a lot more sad halfway through then I thought (doesn't end like that tho). Totally not another chapter that went down very much differently from what I planned, but we love that, right? Right?

Song for this one: lovely - Billie Eilish, Khalid

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Astarion / Fem!Tav (You)

Warnings: Some talk of past trauma (Tav's, not Astarion's)

(Gif from here!)

“Ouch – I know they say partners tend to take on each other’s quirks and habits but maybe you could’ve picked another one of mine out of the catalogue of admirable virtues”, Astarion said jokingly while shaking his hand. You could actually clearly see the bite marks you’d left and blushed shamefully. “Sorry”, you only answered. You felt incredibly exhausted now – as much from the sex probably as from everything else that had happened. You let your head again, only just noticed that the markings had dimly started to glow again – you could easily figure why. But you were even too exhausted to bring that up right now – and neither did the vampire.

Astarion noticed your change in dynamic and softly put his hand under your chin to lift your head up again: “It’s fine, my love, I’ve experienced much worse than some few harmless love bites.” He winked at you.

Rain kept pouring on the both of you. You were soaked to the bone, clothes clinging to your bodies. Astarion’s curls hung adorably around his face and were dripping from the raindrops – reminding you just the slightest bit of a wet poodle. A sudden urge to hug him overcame you and it was easy to give in. “I love you, Astarion”, you simply said and savored the feeling of being close to him. He put his cheek on the crown of your head in response: “I love you too, Tav.”

And so you stood there for several heartbeats just holding each other while the rain pattered down all around you. “Let’s get you home, love, and let’s run you a hot bath before you catch a cold”, Astarion said finally and gave you a pat on the back to signal you to go.

You nodded. “Will” – a hearty yawn interrupted the sentence you had only just started – “will you be joining?” “The fact that you even have to ask shows just how much you have yet to learn about me”, Astarion replied and pinched your butt as you both started walking – heading towards home. “Also I think despite the rain I have to wash some of your former friend’s blood off myself.”

You walked home trying to be inconspicuous because you both looked like a hot mess to be frank. Idly chatting you made it all the way to your townhouse in the Upper City and by the time you were at your front door and Astarion was unlocking the door for you, you were shivering so bad from the cold and the wet that you couldn’t stop your teeth from shattering. All while in the mean time you could already feel carnal hunger rise up inside you again because of the way the wet shirt clung to Astarion’s chest and how he kept running his hand through his soaking wet hair.

You went inside and immediately went to the bathroom where the pleasant luxury of an enormous tub in the marble floor and even hot running water awaited you. Astarion started the hot water tap and since you couldn’t stop staring at him and biting your lip, he had you again right there, next to the tub on the bathroom floor.

Afterwards you actually managed to keep your hands off each other long enough to climb into the blissfully hot water and scrub yourselves clean. Now you sat between Astarion’s legs with your back leaning against his chest while he was washing your hair and massaging your scalp. “How long has it been since you’ve last taken these braids out, love?” “Hmm?”, you only mustered while you had your eyes closed and enjoyed the feeling of his Astarion’s skilled hands caressing you into oblivion.

The elf stopped and put his hands on top of your head and made it arch to him: “Your braids, love, they look… dare I say… worse than some rats I’ve had to encounter.” You blinked at him upside down, not trusting your ears about what you just heard. “If you think it’s enough to get me drunk and only fuck me twice before throwing shade at me like that I sincerely hope you’ve made peace with your un-life coming to an end”, you answered slowly. Astarion’s lips crept into a naughty smile: “We could make it three times before I also start commenting on your choice of clothing, my love.” You stared at the bastard for a moment before you elbowed him with a lightning-quick movement that caused a huge splash water. But dampened by the water the hit was no more than a love tap and Astarion started laughing: “First the biting, then the matted fur, now the unnecessary violence – really makes me think of one of those orange street cats.” “I can bite your ass again if that’s really what you are asking for”, you hissed at him and tried to splash him with water but only partially succeeded. The vampire just kept laughing.

“Is it really that bad though?”, you asked him, suddenly feeling self-conscious as you started to think about how you might look compared to the impeccably groomed high elf, your shoulders slumped a little. The comparison to a street cat had actually hit closer to home than you would have liked. “Let me see what I can do, my love.” He started to carefully sort out the braids on the right side of your head. “Also – I do apologise if my dumb remarks were hurtful to you. I merely meant to tease you. If it still counts: you are the most beautiful person to me I’ve ever met and I actually do think cats are fierce creatures and deserve all the admiration they can get – especially orange street cats”, he blabbered and pressed a tender kiss to the side of your head. It was obvious that he was worried now that he might have hurt you for real and was trying to gloss over it.

“Apology accepted”, you said and leaned into his touch. “Also” – you sighed – “I mean you are right, I might’ve not taken the best care of myself so far. It might actually a good idea to take on some of your vanity in that regard.” “That rather than the biting”, Astarion immediately threw in cheerfully, obviously relieved by your reaction and kept trying to untangle your braids.

“It’s just”, you started to add and sigh again “when you call me a street cat, I fear it’s more accurate than you might think. I lived on the streets of this city a longer time than I’ve lived under a roof.” The vampire’s hands slowed but he simply kept listening. “There were sometimes months on end when I didn’t really have an opportunity to just simply wash myself. Weeks in which I could merely get scraps of food and I was so thin you could count the rips through my tattered clothes. And… I’m sorry I’m rambling on about the past.” Your words end in a silent whisper. A lot of memories suddenly well up and you didn’t really feel like ruining the rest of the evening with unpleasant memories that lay well in the past.

“No, please, if you want to talk about it, I really want to hear what you have to say, my love.” Astarion let go of your hair and let his hands wander under the surface of the water to grab one of your hands and press it to his lips. “After all, you really taught me how healing it can be to talk about your past and trauma – and if I have the opportunity to do the same for you…”, he said and softly grabbed your chin to turn your face to his. His eyes looked suspiciously wet but shone with warmth and kindness. You could feel the tears coming now too, so you took a deep breather and stared at the ceiling for a good few moments before you continued.

“It’s just that I’ve never been able to have something good for long. My friends that you’ve met tonight – or rather the few remaining ones – are the only real good thing I had going for me for the longest time. And all this” – you raised an arm to signify everything around you and then moved to face the vampire better – “and especially and most of all: you” – you looked at Astarion and felt your throat close up – “are the best, the truly and honestly BEST thing that has ever happened to me. And when I lay with you or laugh with you or kiss you or talk to you I am as happy as I ever was in my life. But still…”

Your words got caught in your throat and the tears had started streaming down both of your cheeks.

“I cannot stop to wonder when the other shoe is going to drop”, you whispered hoarsely while you felt your lips quiver. And after you had finished you could do nothing but give in to your negative emotions overwhelming you. You closed your hands while the tears ran freely and you let out basically a howl of sorrow while you let your face lift skywards.

Sobs kept shaking your body as Astarion drew you in close and held you. Simply held you and kept talking you through your outbreak of emotions. His husky tone betrayed he felt and cried with and for you.

When your sobs subsided, you felt kind of empty – but better. Astarion kept rubbing circles on your shoulders and whispering to you. You lifted your head up to look at him but before you could say something he swiftly laid a finger on your lips to hush you. “First, let me say my thing please. And please don’t apologise for crying.” He’d caught you and the fact that he did made you already almost start to giggle again in a sudden burst of post-crying hysteria, but you simply nodded at him. “For as long as I live – or well, you know exist” – now you couldn’t help but giggle a little – “I’ll vow that I will take care of you and stay with you and that will do my best to keep you warm and fed and happy”, Astarion spoke solemnly while you could see tears well up in his eyes again. And it did exactly nothing to stop you from starting to cry again.

“No, hush, that’s enough tears for one night – it can’t be healthy to cry this much in one night, hush, love”, the vampire rambled in a panicky tone, obviously flustered and worried about how he could stop the well that you had become. But your tears dried up much quicker now. You wiped some leftovers from your eyes: “Now tell, is there any hope for my hair?” At that the elf grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at you while he started working on your matted braids again. After some time in now comfortable silence he gasped happily. “It might’ve been a challenge but here we go, all untangled”, he cheerfully declared and winked at you. “And are you going to re-braid it, or…” Astarion pursed his lips at you and angled his head to one side: “I think I actually quite like this look on you, at least for tonight.” You shrugged as if you didn’t care but blushed a little nonetheless.

“Now, my sweet, let’s get you out of the water, you surely have been soaked enough for one night. He gave you a little slap on the butt under the water, then grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder as if you were a sack of potatoes. Then he stood up and stepped out of the tub. You giggled and pinched his butt – to which you received a hearty slap onto yours.

He made you stand on the floor again to which you reacted with pouting because you had actually enjoyed his silly little act. But he only grabbed two very fuzzy towels, wrapped one around his hips – which made you pout even more because you had also enjoyed the view – and the other around you. Then he threw you over his shoulder once more which made you again giggle like a silly, lovesick teenage girl.

Astarion lovingly patted your backside while carrying you to the bedroom: “Now now, let’s make you think of other things, hm, my dear?” “Is that a promise?”, you replied in a cheeky tone. “It’s whatever you might want it to be, love.”

Tags: @daedriclys @angelofthorr @starved-kitten

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[rinsuniverse]

Hello! I saw your reqs were open and couldn’t stop myself from sending you this. Woozi’s talked about how he goes to the gym every day, so what if he and the reader had gym dates? I can’t get the image out of my that when he’s doing push ups, you’d be underneath him and each time he gets closer to the ground you give him a kiss 🥹 OR you hold on to him like a koala (kinda how he’ll hold onto the other members) and he does pushups with you on his back

gym dates with woozi! ✧˖°.

hmm, to be honest with you, anon... i RARELY go to the gym

i exercise through lots of walking and home exercises, but gyms are so scary for me sometimes

and i feel like woozi wouldn't want to do anything with you in his actual gym he frequents besides gently spot you

but with that aside, i do think HOME gym dates with woozi would be fun..?

like if the gym was closed and he was just getting his workout in at home? ya know? so his pt wont be there?

(tbh if i was with someone like woozi, i'd just be like "ooh, good for you, go do your thing!" and just stay home and do my thing 😭)

i think woozi takes his workouts very seriously for the most part!

but if him and his s/o are alone and they have a weird suggestion (that he's comfortable with), then i'm sure he'd go ahead and fulfill after some persisting

i'm sure it'll start out more subtle, tho!

"oh, jihoon, you're about to do sit ups?"

"mhm. wanna join me?"

"i can hold your feet down."

"i know this kind of scenario... are you gonna make me kiss you every time i sit up?" he asks, laying down and propping his knees up

"i mean, the option is there for you!" you say, placing your hands on his shoes and leaning your body weight on his feet

he shakes his head before doing his first sit up

he looks at you with a stale face as you sit there with a proud smile

instead of kissing you, he bonks his forehead with yours, making you let go of one of his feet to rub your head

"ouch! hey, i'm not going to help you with this if you're gonna be like that!" you say, in complete disbelief

he's dying laughing on the floor as you sit there and scowl at him

he finds small inconveniences to his friends HILARIOUS

he regains his composure, and you both finish all the reps normally

when you're lazily sitting there, saying the last number, he leans closer and gives you a small peck on the nose before laying back down and relaxing

guys am i just desperate for small instances of love? because i want this so bad pls lord give me a woozi

"want to compete with me?" he asks as you fix your gym shorts

"as if i have any chance of winning," you counter, rolling your eyes. "i can challenge you with something."

"like what?"

"do a pushup with me on your back"

"pshhh," he scoffs, shaking his head with a bewildered expression on his face. "and if i fail, you're going to get your feelings all hurt."

"but you won't fail, right? because you're super strong?"

he shakes his head at you as he gets into pushup position

"what are you doing?"

"what are YOU doing? come cling onto me or something," he says, making you almost giggle out loud

you cling on to his body like a koala, and he stays there in the resting position, not being able to control his laughter

"this is how i have to do it? really?" he asks between laughs

"your ears are red!"

"don't look at my ears! you're touching a lot of me at once!"

"haha! i can get off if you want-"

"no, no, let me stop laughing. i'll try," he says, taking deep breaths

he finally manages to do two reps before falling back into the floor, breathing hard and laughing

you get off of him and kneel down where his face is turned

his face is all pink and you can't tell if it's from him feeling flustered or from the workout

"are you okay?" you ask in between laughs

"you're gonna be the death of me," he says, sitting up so he can bury his pink face in his hands. "why can't i say no to you?"

after that, he persists that you do some of your workouts

when you're doing weighted squats and lunges, he checks your form, ghosting your legs and upper body with his hands as he guides you

he softly corrects you and tells you it's important to do exercises in correct form in order for it to be most effective and keep you from injuring yourself

"you know you can actually touch me and move me so i can get into proper form, right?"

"huh?"

"you're barely touching me when you're correcting me. we're dating. i'm yours."

"oh," he says, nodding at you slowly. "wait, what did you say?"

"i'm yours..?"

"hmm," he slowly nods, but you watch him try to push away the smile growing on his face

he's definitely yours, too, but he'd never say that out loud

after that, whenever he wants you to make a micro adjustment, he gently takes your body and moves it in the way it needs to be, trying to touch you with the most respect

after you complete your workouts and you're sitting on the floor with him, you look at him with an evil smirk

"why are you looking at me like that?" he asks, pretending to be scared

"i have a new idea for you"

"uh oh"

"pushups!"

"we already did pushups."

"like 2!"

"ugh, you're right. what is it this time?"

"i want to lay under you as you do your pushups."

"won't that be uncomfortable for both of us?"

"it'll be romantic!"

"i'm not a romantic guy."

"but you're a gym bro with a gym s/o, so you have to deal with it."

"ugh."

"i mean, we don't have to."

"get over here, dummy," he says, pointing towards the floor

you lay down, trying not to laugh

he gets into push-up position on top of you and he CANNOT make eye contact with you

every time he looks at you, he starts laughing, and he cannot control it whatsoever

"just hurry and do one!"

"well, i can't get low to the ground like i'm supposed to!"

"then just go as low as possible!"

he does one pushup with his eyes closed, and as he lowers closer to you, you take the chance you give him a peck on the lips

he immediately gets off of you and walks to a corner, his jaw dropped in disbelief

"i'm sorry!" you say, laughing

"you're evil! let me do my pushups!"

"okay, you can do the rest normally."

"thank you so much. seriously."

and you both finish your workouts, helping each other every so often

thank you so much for requesting, anon! i know i kind of changed the prompt around a bit to make it seem more realistic to me, but i hope you like it nonetheless! feel free to request many, many more prompts for me! ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧

(p.s. requests are still open! i specialize in woozi stuff, but i don't mind writing about other svt members! i can also do some nsfw if you want! so request whatever and as much as you want! ς(>‿<.))

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[railroad-migraine]

Hello! Im not sure if your requests are Open but could you do molly, dariax, Percy , dorian and Ashton with an s/o with thick thighs? Like. They could be pillow or stressballs thighs!

Your writing is so cool and the one about Ashton getting flowers made me melt!!

Have a nice day and please take ur time!

Requests are indeed open darling! I'm currently not writing for Campaign 1, but I'll gladly do the rest! I'm so happy you liked the flower fic - I loved writing it 🥰 Thick thigh solidarity babyyy <3

Also this is very self indulgent bc these 4 own my heart

~ Poet

S/O Has Thick Thighs (That Save Lives)

Ashton 💙

It's the contrast between you two that gets to him on a deeper level. For a long time, he has been calloused and hard to the touch, rough and lean with muscle. Meanwhile, you're all soft edges and velvet. Often rests a hand on your thigh as a casual gesture of affection when seated at the tavern. It's no big deal to anyone else, but it's a gesture that means a lot to the both of you. A quiet "I'm here."

I briefly have mentioned this before, but you can bet your ass that the resident barbarian of Bell's Hells will carry you on their shoulders. Ashton is your number one fan and will have your legs dangling from around his neck just to show you off.

It's especially fun when it's colder bc Ash is like a literal rock, and the heat from your thighs keeps their sour mood in check. They're like earmuffs hehe. Be careful of low hanging doorframes tho cuz... ouch. Don't wanna bump any foreheads.

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Dariax 💚

Thigh guy. Loves them, how soft and warm they are. He's your short himbo boyfriend so he appreciates the fact that there's more of you for him to love and adore. King of body worship and positivity. He's your personal cheerleader - you can do no wrong in his eyes.

This boy needs his sleep after the chaos he created and chases after each day. That's why one of his favourite things in the whole world is to curl up into your side and lay his head in your lap. He's out like a light after that. You can't help but feel relief - his mind, often going a mile a minute, can finally have some well deserved rest. He snores tho sorry

Of the four of them, I'd say he's the most likely to use them as stress balls :^; He still gets bad dreams from time to time, so when he wakes up, dazed, and sees you laying peacefully next to him, you ground him completely. He huddles close and wraps his arms around one thigh, squeezing you tight to him and finding sleep once more.

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Dorian 💙

Like Dariax, the hot blue boi likes to lay his head down on your thighs. It's more of a nightly routine rather than a straight pillow though. You both talk about what happened that day, on what will happen next, gossip and just be with each other in a way that seems so domestic.

He holds your hands in his, pressing absentminded kisses to your knuckles every now and again as if you were the air genasi about to float away if not grounded. Is NOT happy when you take your hands away, but melts if you card your fingers through his hair. He settles for placing his hand on a thigh and stroking idle circles with his thumb over the fabric stretched over it.

Take this iconic fashionista's words to heart when he says you look amazing in whatever you wear. Be it thighguards of leather or steel, or even a loose nightshirt/dress that reaches above your knee, Dorian gets a little flustered and shy bc you're simply that gorgeous.

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Molly 💜

Due to his infernal bloodline, Molly's body emits a great amount of heat - his hands are no exception. So, being the caring and attentive partner he is, he shares that warmth with you by giving your thighs a lighthearted pinch or pat whenever he can. You're all warmed up now even if you're left squirming while he beams at you with that toothy grin of his.

In private, he gives your thighs lil kisses and nuzzles just to be cute :3 BUT you gotta be extra dexterous to lightly smack him away before he nips at you with those tiefling canines. Your throat bubbles up with laughter because it tickles and you cover your face with your hands, but he reaches up and gently pries them away. Molly doesn't want you to hide. Not from him. Not ever.

Likes to flop lay on top of you, his body between your legs with his head on your tummy as his arms circle around your waist. You might wake up in the middle of the night only to find yourself effectively pinned down by a sleepy, clingy bloodhunter.

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[callsignscupcake]

The King finding his queen

Not requested, just a present for @callsign-dragonbaron

I really hope you'll like it🥰☺️😍♥️❤️🥺

And also sorry if i misspelled anything.

"Watch your moves Mitchell!" Said Ice in a warning tone which didn't go unnoticed by his RIO. "I don't need to lose more points because of your ass not being able to behave!" Pete already opened his mouth to say something but Iceman and Slider already left to their jets. Goose put his hand on Maverick's shoulder and opened his mouth to talk but Mav beat him to it " Yes I know they were abused children but that doesn't mean I need to deal with his antics!" "You have antics too Mav, that's why he said it" said Goose "But that's how you fly, that's why I love to be your RIO man" added Nick with big goofy smile on his face. Pete just smirked "That's the only thing?". Goose mirrored his pilot's expression "No, that's just one"

They go and climb into their jets as well. The training that day went quite well. Ice didn't want to shoot Maverick's plane down and Mav kept his moves and his nice words towards his wingman on a minimum.

When they came down from the sky, they went to the changing rooms, showered, changed and left. Neither of them wanted to see the other for more time then they already needed to. At night they went to the O club to relax a little after the long day. At the moment they stepped in the place, they both recognised someone. Goose simply said "No fucking way" and he rushed to the bar where you were sitting with your drink in hand. When he reached you, he just repeated himself "No.....fucking.....way.....Dragon....how?..when?" You twirled in your seat at the sound of the familiar sound of his voice. As soon as you were face to face he embraced you and gave you the tightest hug ever, tho it wasn't suffocating, it was comforting as always. When you let each other go Mav inmediately did the same as Goose, resulting in you laughing whole heartedly when you started to feel dizzy from the lack of oxygen. "Well I be damned" said Mav. You just smiled at them " You may be if you are lucky Mitchell, how many did I miss?". Goose just cackled at your joke about Mav's flings. "Ouch Dragon, non, you know people can change". The three of you tried to contain your laughter but you gave up after 3 seconds and just bursted out laughing. "Oh my god, yes people may change but not you Pete, never you". They sat down next to you and you started talking, making up for lost time.

While you were having fun with your two best friends, a certain handsome, tall and serious pilot was observing you from afar. You seemed to be happy with his rivals. Judging by the hugs, you are pretty close with them. After some time the boys excuse themselves to freet their fellow aviators and as you know Maverick, to find himself a fun night. As soon as they were out of eye-sight, Ice made his way to you. There was something in you that he couldn't brush off like with any other woman. He couldn't even look away.

You wanted to ask for another drink but someone was faster. "I'd like anything she asks for and a vodka-soda". You looked towards the sorce of the voice and saw him. You knew him, everybody did, you even went through his papers. The famous Tom "Iceman" Kazansky. "Can i sit down next to you?" he asked. "Sure, make yourself comfortable" you gave him a smile which he reciprocated. He has a nice smile, it fit's him and what's more, it's geniuen. "Tom Kazansky, but my colleagues call me Iceman, nice to meet you!" He was so soft spoken, confident but not cocky. You knew about his reputation but now, this wasn't Iceman the number one pilot, he was Tom, who was a number one pilot and wanted to get to know you for real. "I'm Rachel, nice to meet you too Tom". You smiled at him again and saw the glint in his eyes, he was really interested, you must be special then."I don't see you here often, are you new her or you just haven't been in the O before?". He watched your every move, he was reading you. "I got a new job here so o just moved." "And how are you liking it so far?" "I like it, two of my friends are here as well so I'm mot complaining" you grinned at the thought of your two chaoticly goofy boys and you saw that your reaction didn't go unnoticed by the man next to you. You talked a bit more but then you started to feel the effects of the moving and packing.

"It was amazing talking to you Tom but I have to go unfortunately, I have am early morning tomorrow". You get up and wait for him to get up too. "Will I be seeing more of you here? Or....even during days, weekends maybe?". He said whaaaattt??? THE Tom Kazansky is asking you out on a dateee??? Damn you must have been a saint in your previous life. You already know the answer was yes (you will be working together and this man is a dream so DUH) but you want to make him work, You want to make him swear a little. You do like you are thinking hard "Hmm.... I don’t knowww Tom.....let me think about it okay?" His face fell a little but he didn't give up" Alright, but can I get you number at least? That way you'll be able to q or move. You were it, yes, he knew, you were special.

The next morning, you woke up earlier than you planned to tho at least you head more time to get ready now. Afterall, this was your first day at Top Gun, you needed to look your best! You got ready, drank your morning coffee, got into your car and drove to the base. You were so giddy and excited, you dreamt of this so much, and now, you are here with your two best friends and Tom freaking Kazansky. After some tie, you find the “class room”, you sit down in the front row and wait. You got here pretty early but soon aviators start to wander in the class and sitting down while fooling around and talking. Nobody notices you but you are perfectly fine with that. In no time, all the seats are filled and the class starts.

After class, the trainings start out, you are after Ice and Mav…..but….there is one thing that is weird…..you are going up, alone, and your opponents are Viper and Jester. This is literally impossible, you are starting to panic a lot. They said they want to know what you are capable of and that everyone went through this but you are just hella scared. Anyways, the boys finish their flight and you go out after they safely parked. Goose and Mav notice you and after getting out of the jet, they run to you. “Are you okay?” asks Goose is a worried voice. “No…not at all, but I have to do this…so…here goes nothing”. Mav gives your shoulders a squeeze “You can do it, I now how you fly, Goose does too! Trust us, You’ll rock this!”. After the little tad talk, they leave you. While you are checking your jet, you don’t realise that someone is watching you, It’s Ice! He recognised you and he just doesn’t believe his eye…no…that can’t be…or can it? He could have sworn he can’t love you any more but there were you proving him wrong by making his heart flutter even more and a billion butterlies fly in his stomach. The big, famous and Ice Cold Tom Kazansky is soft and a fluffy little buny for you and only you, and you don’t even know about it.

You climb I your jet and inhale. “huh, okay, Let’s turn and burn baby!”. You go up, at first you are okay, you pay attention to your surroundings and you spot Jester, you go after him immediately. You chase him, stay on his tail pretty well which is rewarded by him saying “damn you kid, you are good”. Suddenly Viper appears behind you “Oh shit, Hell no you won’t get me”. You break right then left, twice he almost gets you but you can escape. You take a breath and concentrate “alright, you don’t play nice? Well then I won’t either!” You go look for them, you find Viper now. You start like in your previous attempt but now you aren’t going down, you are sticked to him. You pull quite some stunts, especially when Jester reappears as well. You are a worthy opponent to them, all three of you know that at this point. You are a very good pilot, you pull as dangerous moves as Maverick but you can make them somehow more efficient and this way you have more control over everything. You pull the split S, dodge, break away, twirl, you even go inverted and flip the birdie to Viper before you slam on the brakes and shoot him down. In some minutes you take Jester down as well. They both proudly congratulate you and leave. You do a little victory dancey dance and head back. “ Hello, this is Dragon requesting a fly-bye”. “Negative Dragon, the platform is full” From far you can see that there are like 4 more people in the tower then there should be and then it clicks… Ice, Slider, Goose and Mav are there too. Well this is going to be fun. You buzz the tower, the boys are looking at you with amazement and love (we know who that one referes to). You buzz the tower in a way that you are sideways with the jet this way you can give them the birdie too. Goose and Mav cheer for you while everyone who works in the tower is grumbling and pouting. Ice has ever been more in love and he knows it too. The boys rush down to you and you meet halfway. Goose and Mav hugs you and tosses you in the air. “You did t, that was incredible!!!!” “I see you as dangerous as me huh?”. While you talk to them, Ice and Slider are a little farther not to bother you. When your friends leave, Tom and his RIO come to you as well to congratulate. “You are really talented, that was amazing up there” sais Slider while grinning at you. “Why thank you Slider, you were amazing as always!”. He leaves after a little chit chat and you are alone with Mr. Kazansky now. “Could have warned me you were the best pilot who will take my place, you know!” “Well that wouldn’t have been this much fun then, would it now Mr. Ice cold, No mistakes” you smirk at him. “ But really tho, you were amazing, when we did it, everyone failed” he just looks at you with such loving eyes, with so much adoration, amazement. He even looks proud. You smile at him “yes”. Now he looks confused a bit but then he remembers and he literally glows.” Wait….you mean” “Yes in I will go on a date with you, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky”. He grins at you and literally scoops you up into his arms “Well then let’s go Mrs. Rachel “Danger” Kazansky”. This feeling….he feels it too, you know it, you can see it, you can feel it. He loves you as much as you love him. You are it for each other, you know…but nobody chases you, no need to rush thing right?

“And this is how daddy and I met for the first time”. Your daughter looked at you with amusement, excitemen and so much interest. She asked you to tell her the story where you met with Ice. It was her favourite, she asked for it very night. “But now, it’s bedtime, you ned a looooot of rest if you want to go with daddy to the base tomorrow!”. “Alright mommy, will you come with us?”. You think about it and simply say “Of course my little Snowflake”. You kiss her on the head and leave her room. I mean you would leave the room if you wouldn’t bump into an eavesdropping Iceman. “Well hello Mr. Kazansky…what are you doing here????”. He just smiles, hugs your waist and and kisses you on the head. “Nothig, just watching my two precious girls, Mrs. Kazansky”. You two just grin at each other. “Alright, let’s go to sleep, we’ll have an early morning tomorrow”. Both of you go and cuddle up in bed and go to sleep, dreaming about your first encounter.

[spacepiratenemo]

That one time I got drunk like...

🤣Not drunk at all! In a Nutshell!

Nemo had a “dusty” life on the moon. Due to resource scarcity, there was no food and whatever food was there, came in “nutritional-pastes” which basically tasted like nothing, sorely serving the purpose of survival. Booze was a substance one could acquire, but it came with a hefty price and usually only old Zekka afforded this drink. Nemo herself spent her creds on materials to build something for the Crew, such as their energy-shields, their spaceship, their weapons etc. In the Blue World, the #WhitebeardCrew and especially so, #portgasdace , introduced her to actual food- and a little later on: BOOZE!

Here is how this went downhill:

*After 1 drink Nemo #oc was tipsy, after the 2nd one she was #WASTED! Ofc that stubborn brat tried to get her hands back on the bottle, but her theft was stopped by the main-mast of the MobyDick*

N: Ouch! Maaaaan! The heck?! Where’s that mast coming from? A: I don’t know Cheeks. Must’ve fallen from the skies…. N: Don’t you dare to troll me, Firecracker! Ya’ll put it there to bug me, didn’t ya?! A: Mast stood there since the ship was built, Cheeks. *shrugs* N: Yeah, right! *sighs sarcastically* That’s what you say now! Admit it! You just cheated on our bets again, cuz ya know ya ain’t got no chance against me! A: *tries not to laugh, ponders his response and is unsure if he should encourage this, or not* Cheeks… I didn’t - N: OH YOU TOTALLY DID! TELLIN’ YA! YA JUST JELLY CUZ YA NEVER BE AS STRONG AS I AM! A: *tries not to laugh intensifies* You got me… That’s what it is. Totally jealous. I’m sorry I messed with you, oh strongest #Spacepunk in the universe! N: Knew it! You’re forgiven tho! If I were in ya shoes, I’d cheat on the bets too! A: Wanna bet you can’t get up without falling over? N: PFFT! WATCH ME, BRO! *gets up, is still way too drunk, falls over instantaneously before hitting the floor again* A: … N: …. YOU TOTALLY CHEATED ON THAT BET, FIRECRACKER! OH YOU GOTTA BE SO FRUSTRATED, RIGHT? BET YA COULDN’T BEAR THE FACT THAT I’M THE TOUGH ONE HERE!

*heavy sighs* Do you guys have ANY IDEA how much laughter Nemo brought to Ace and the Crew? Too many! #onepiece#onepieceoc#opoc

Here is the link to the OneShot ;) It's one helluva funny read :3

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[lilac-5ky]

Hi :DD May I request Gintoki X F!S/O scenario where she’s jealous of Tsukuyo, cause of her looks, big boobs, that she can fight and of her great reputation. She also thinks that Tsukuyo would be a better match for Gin because she heard it one day behind the wall. When I thought about this request I was listening to Nothing New by Taylor Swift ITS THE VIBES THO SHSJSJSB PS: i love your writing style :D

A/N: Now that is specific ahaha, anon are you okay? 😂 For the record, I listened to the song before writing so I'm channeling Taylor's energy for this LMAO.

The star who shines brighter than the moon. (Gin x Fem!Reader)

Warning: SFW but angsty

“Aren’t you that girl that goes around with Yorozuya Gin?” The lady at the counter said, as she handed you two bags of takeout parfait.

Nodding at her, you couldn’t help but smile. That was you, the one who went around with Gintoki, the one who got to date the silver haired samurai himself.

“Tsukuyo, was it?”

Immediately your smile turned into a frown. That was the disadvantage of dating the protagonist; you had to compete against every single female character of the show. Sometimes it was Otae, other times it was Sacchan, but no matter what, the bane of your existence remained to be no other than Tsukuyo herself. She who was so skilled, so strong, so… beautiful, especially when compared to someone like you. It wasn’t that you lacked in that many aspect but, when compared to Tsukuyo, there was no way you could compete. She was perfect in every single way, the perfect warrior, the perfect woman, the perfect match to Gintoki.

You always tried your best not to let such thoughts get to you, yet, whenever someone mentioned the blonde, you couldn’t help but feel rather agitated. She had done nothing to wrong you, but even so, in your eyes she remained the biggest threat. It didn’t matter that Gintoki had chosen you, as long as she was in the picture, you would always fret.

“I’m sorry. You have the wrong person.”

Before the employer at the candy shop could inquire any further, you left the store at once, your fists clenching around the handles of the two bags.

Tsukuyo this, Tsukuyo that, why did it always have to be her? Why did everyone have to compare you this much to her, why did you have to be so inadequate?

Get your shit together, Y/N. It’s fine, everything is fine, don’t let this random employee get to your head. You are going to go to his place and carry on with your day as planned. You are going to give him this parfait that you bought specially for him and he is going to be overjoyed. It’s going to be a great night, nothing will ruin it.

You kept giving yourself pep talks until you finally reached Yorozuya. By the time you found yourself standing outside the building, a saturated sunset was all that was left pouring out of the sky. Where the sun once stood, the faint shadow of a moon came to be, a moon you detested to look at.

Shaking your head dismissively, you climbed the stairs up. “Gin? Gintoki? Are you in there?’’ You asked before knocking on the door.

No answer.

“Gin? It’s me, open up!” You said in a louder voice, knocking once again.

No answer.

Was he not home? That’s weird, usually he is here at this time of the day.

As you were about to walk away, the sound of laughter caught your attention. A man and at least three women, you noted. You took a step forward, placing your ear against the door, yet once again, you were unable to hear a thing. The sound must be coming from Otose’s. Without wasting time, you went downstairs at once. There it was again, that laughing sound, yet this time, you could hear some voices accompanying too.

“Gintoki, you shouldn’t do such things. What will Y/N say?” A woman, most likely Otose, said.

“Huh? But Tsukuyo has the perfect- Ouch! What was that for?”

“Watch your hands, Gintoki, or else-” You felt your heart dropping within your chest. That was her voice, wasn’t it? They were talking about her, right? And where did Gintoki put his hands onto?

“Tsukki, Gin-chan is right! You are… the one… perfect… Y/N.” Kagura’s voice kept getting cut by the voices of Gintoki and Tsukuyo, although now you were unable to understand a thing. Tears begun to cloud your eyes and before you knew it, you let the two bags drop by your side with a loud thump. It was only then that you noticed how the door was kept ajar and the sound you made was enough to get them all to turn towards you.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Gintoki asked you, moving towards the door.

Although you had no idea what they were talking about, the mere thought of Tsukuyo being there and Gintoki doing something to her, was enough to set you off. What was the meaning of this? Had your worst fears really come true?

Gintoki pushed the door open, waving his hand at you, yet before he could say a thing, you turned the other way. God, you must have looked so pathetic. Tears were streaming down your face, and for what? For something you had known all along? You heard them say it, Tsukuyo was perfect. Even if you had no idea what had been going on, there was no doubt that you had heard that one part clearly. She was perfect and you weren’t, you were just mediocre.

“Oi, Y/N, what’s the matter-” Not letting him finish his sentence, you ran off with all your might, his voice calling you out in the far distance as you bumped into passerby after passerby. You had to get out of there, he must never see your crying face again.

Losing yourself into the streets of Kabukicho, you finally slowed down once you made sure the silver haired man -or anyone of his acquaintances, for that matter- wasn’t around. By the time you did so, you were out of breath, your lungs desperately aching for some air. Yet each time you tried to breathe, a new sob got caught in your throat, choking you over and over again until you couldn’t help but burst into crying in the middle of the street.

At the end of the day, it wasn’t about Tsukuyo herself. You knew that very well. If you were a bit stronger, a bit prettier, a bit smarter, a bit more like her, you wouldn’t be struggling so much right now. If you could be as perfect as she was, you wouldn’t have to be second guessing yourself this much, yet even so, this had nothing to do with her. You were as pathetic and worthless as it gets, an insecure mess and whiny mess whose only real attribute was being the girl Gintoki went around with, a girl whose name wasn’t even worth remembering.

This wasn’t even the first time you had found yourself crying over such a thing. In fact, it had turn into a frequent occurrence for you to be weeping over the blonde and her relationship to your boyfriend. Each time you did, Gintoki would scold you, reminding you that there was nothing to be jealous of. No matter how childish and indifferent Gintoki may seem, he had always been there for you whenever you cried, no matter how significant or insignificant the reason was. But… someone like Tsukuyo would never cry, right? Someone like her had no issues, she had no reason to be sad in the first place. Not when everyone worshiped her, not when everyone looked up to her.

Tsukuyo… what a fitting name, you thought to yourself once again, as you peered at the night sky. The moon was shining ever so brightly, clouds not being enough to keep its beauty hidden for too long. Yet whenever those very clouds moved before a star, they made it vanish into oblivion. That was the fate of those who stood by the moon. No matter how bright, no matter how close, they could never attract people’s attention the way the moon did. The moon was so bright, so pretty, so… perfect. No star could ever compete and certainly no star whose light was as dim as yours.

It was both hopeless and pointless. There wasn’t even a real competition, the difference and the gap between you would never be minimized. Even if for a little while you could stand on your own, there was no way for you to keep doing so. How much more could you afford to cry before he left you? How many more tears could you afford to shed before he realized that you had no real value, that he was sick of you, that he didn’t want you anymore?

It really was pointless, you thought after wiping the final batch of tears off your cheeks. There was nothing more for you to do and for once, you were tired of pretending as if everything was fine. Standing here, crying in the middle of nowhere, would do you no good.

Your feet begun to move on their own, aimlessly searching for a new destination. It felt as if there was nowhere left for you to go, and before you knew it you were once again standing outside of Yorozuya. This time, it was quiet. The lights were out and no one seemed to be in the snack bar. You had completely lost track of time, yet there was no denying, it was too late.

“Thought you’d find your way back.”

“Gin-Gintoki?” Your voice cracked as you spoke his name, an involuntarily gasp escaping your lips. The man was standing right in front of you, a rather serious look on his face while he studied your expression.

“You are such a handful as always. Were you crying again?” He asked as he leaned closer, lowering his eyes to yours.

“No,” you lied. A blatant and shameless lie. Your eyes must have been red from all the crying, there was no way he couldn’t see that. Even if there was a chance he couldn’t do so, because of how dark it was, he still knew you too well to be able to tell.

“Are all women this bothersome?” I bet Tsukuyo isn’t, you wanted to tell him, yet the second you thought of her name, tears begun to poke your eyes again. “Why did you run off like that? And what is it with this reaction?”

“I didn’t feel so well.”

“Didn’t seem like it when you went all Whis on me.” Gin exclaimed with a scoff, not buying into your lie in the slightest.

“I…” In reality, you were unsure of what to say. You weren’t even planning on coming back here, hadn’t even bothered preparing a plausible story. Everything you uttered was lies an excuses and you both knew that.

“I heard you.” You spoke in a barely audible voice, forcing Gin to tilt his ear closer to you. “When… When I came earlier, I heard everything.”

“Huh? You did?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows in a puzzled expression. " Then why are you so upset?”

“Because, I can’t do this anymore, Gintoki!” A hitched sob forced your words to an halt. The longer you stood in front of him, the weaker you felt.

“I just can’t. How much longer do I have to turn a blind eye? How much longer do I need to stand there and watch her take the thing that matters the most to me away? I’m tired of being in her shadow, I’m tired of not being good enough. I’m sick of it. I’m sick of being the one who has to look up to this beautiful and unobtainable moonlight.”

Your voice kept breaking as you spoke. However, for the first time in a while, you felt relief washing over you. All those things that had been torturing you were now out in the open. There was no reason for you to keep playing charades with him, and even if ended tonight, then at least you had done your best. Or so you thought.

For a bit, the two of you stood there in near silence, your sobs being the one thing to interrupt it. Gintoki kept staring at you and you kept staring at the floor, unsure of what you were supposed to do now. He must have been upset, right? He must have been furious for sure. You had caused a scene in the middle of the street, a scene that the two of you had acted out before. Yet, rather than saying a thing, Gintoki sighed out loud,shaking his head. Catching a glimpse of him as he reached his hand inside his kimono, you looked up at him in hesitation.

“I didn’t want to give this to you like this but… here.” He said, taking your hand into his before placing a rectangular silver box.

Your gaze flickered between the box and him, unable to tell what this was all about. It appeared to be a jewelry box of some sorts, considering how you could hear a small chime from within. Reluctantly, you moved the box closer to your face. Opening its contents at once, you couldn’t help but gasp in awe. Inside was a silver pendant, a singular star hanging from its chain.

“This is what we were doing when you were eavesdropping. I had her try it on to see how it fits before I gave it to you. ” You tried to open your mouth, yet he stopped you, shaking his hand dismissively.

“Y/N, do you know the name of this star?” -he paused to point at a star, not awaiting an answer before continuing- “I don’t remember either. But, this star, no matter how small it may seem to you, is enough to guide people. Even when its light is no brighter than the moon, it’s enough to help you find your way in life. The moon may be beautiful but if it wasn’t for this one star, so many people would have lost their way. Instead of looking up at the moon, look down below. Look at all the people who depend on you, look at me. You were the one to lead me back to you. Even under the light of the moon, I still choose to follow you, don’t I?”

His words were enough to dissolve all the thoughts in your brain. All those rumblings, all those voices, all of your insecurities ceased, even for a moment. Even if they managed to crawl back up the next day, for now, it didn’t matter. Somehow, you knew that it was okay. As long as he was there, it’d be okay, you’d be okay.

Letting out a rather drawn out sigh, you fell onto his chest, staining his kimono with more tears.

“Oi, why are you crying again? If someone sees her, they’ll think I did this.” Gintoki joked. Still, despite his words, you felt a hand hitching up your back, pressing your head harder against him. “Y/N… stop with all that crap. Stop wishing to become something you could never be, you are just perfect on your own.” He went on, rubbing circles across your hair reassuringly.

You stayed like that for a while, basking in the feeling of his warm embrace until you felt like you could face him. The tears on your face had dried and you were even able to force a smile as you looked up at him, one that he returned without hesitating. Truth was, you hadn’t been seeing each other for that long for you to say it out loud, but in that moment, even when everything else was uncertain, there was one thing you were certain of. You loved him. Inadequate or not, imperfect or not, perhaps it didn’t matter. If he was the one to pick up your pieces, nothing else mattered.

“Are you coming in now or not? I don’t think this parfait will last much longer.” He said, shaking before you a bag that you hadn’t noticed him holding before. Squinting your eyes, you took a better look at it. That was the bag you had brought to him earlier!

“You kept it?”

“Parfait doesn’t taste as good when you eat it by yourself.” The fact that he’d actually picked it up and held onto it for the two of you to share it, was enough to make you swoon. Unable to hide your own smile, you were about to hug him again, when he spoke again. “I just hope it’s not salty with your tears. You didn’t cry over it, right? You wouldn’t spoil something so precious, right?”

Rolling your eyes at his comment, you punched his shoulder playfully, following him back to Yorozuya. Before you walked back in, you took one final look at the night sky, this time with a smile on your face. The stars were so beautiful tonight.

#gintoki imagine #gintoki oneshot #gin oneshot #gin imagine #gintama #gintama oneshot #gintama fanfiction #gintama imagine #anon requests #gintoki x reader #gin x reader #sakata gintoki #gintoki sakata #gintoki angst #gin angst #gintama angst

[ihatecoconut]

kaleidoscope eyes

Also on AO3!

The next time he sees her, Hob has drunk probably far too much, but that is one of the drawbacks of living above a pub you own. He’s agreed to lock up and shooed everyone out, laughing and in good spirits.

Christmas is coming.

He wants his staff to spend as much time with their families as they can, urges them to and promises the pub will be closed from the 23rd through to the 28th. Plenty of time to visit any relatives that might be further afield as well.

His thoughts turn slightly more maudlin as he knocks the lights off and retreats behind the bar, staring out at the empty seats.

“Sad.” A voice says behind him, and it’s probably a good thing he wasn’t holding a glass or he would have thrown it at her in surprise.

As it is, he just slips where he had been leaning against the bar and hits the floor pretty hard.

“Ouch.” She says, helpfully, and offers a hand to pull him back up.

Hob gives her his hand, imagining that he will have to pull himself up and just let her pretend, and almost overshoots her when she pulls him up with little to no effort. She steadies him with a hand on his shoulder and blinks up.

“Better?”

He snorts a laugh. “Sure, kid.”

She tilts her head thoughtfully. “Still sad?”

“A little.” He admits. “It’s kind of the thing about being immortal, all your family dies out.”

“Family.” She repeats, and maybe Hob is just projecting, but it sounds like there’s a wistful note to her voice.

“Yeah.”

They stand silent for a few moments.

“So, who are you?” Hob asks her. “You didn’t tell me last time.”

She clambers up onto the bar next to where he’s leaning – the charity store vomit jumper from last time is gone, instead she has black fishnets on her legs and arms, plus green and pink almost psychedelic patterned t-shirt and shorts on.

“Sometimes I forget.” She explains. “Lots of things, they float.” She waves her hands above her head.

“Who are you today?” Hob asks, feeling like he may have just hit on the last piece of a puzzle he was trying to put together.

“Delirium.”

“Delirium?” It’s obvious that she’s not human – the super strength and ability to appear in locked places has kind of shown Hob that already – but it seems cruel to call a child that.

“Mmmmmmmm hmmmm.”

“That’s a cool name.”

“It didn’t used to be.” She replies sadly. “But I forget lots.”

He reaches out and squeezes her knee. “It’s ok, I forget as well. Today I realised I can’t remember my sister’s face.”

“I have sisters.” She replied. “Death and… and Despair.”

Apparently the naming convention stretches to the whole family – although something approaching an alarm bell is triggered in the depths of Hob’s mind at that. He’s too drunk to give it any attention.

“Wow, is it just the three of you?”

“No. There are… there… Hob?”

“Yeah?”

“What is the number that comes between the six and the eight? The one that ate nine?”

“Seven?”

“Yeah. Seven there are of us. Sort of.”

Hob thinks that this might be pushing into territory that he doesn’t want to touch. “Sort of?”

“I used to have twoooo whole brothers.” She told him.

“Used to?”

“Mm hmm. One of them went away and the other is somewhere secret.”

Hob does not ask if they are dead, but the urge is there. “I’m sorry.”

She hums in response, and then, “Dark.”

Hob follows her gaze to the window. “It is.”

“Sleepy.”

He can’t stop the smile spreading across his face at that, “You’re sleepy?”

She frowns at him, like he’s being deliberately obtuse. “No. You.”

The realisation that he’s being told to go to bed by a child hits him like a slap in the face and he laughs, loud, quick and shocked. “Ok, ok. Bedtime for Hob.”

He leads her up the back stairs to his apartment, tripping several times and making her laugh. It isn’t mean, her laughter, nor malicious, just a child taking joy from something silly.

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbles, “laugh it up.” But his heart isn’t really in it and he thinks that she laughs an awful lot like Robyn did.

The Christmas tree lights are on when he opens the door and Hob sighs. “Forgot I left those on.” He’s not even really sure why he put it up, it’s not like he had plans to invite anyone round for Christmas or at all, and all they really do for him is remind him that he’s missing things.

“Oh!” Delirium says when she sees them, and then she vanishes from just behind him and reappears kneeling in front of the Christmas tree. Her hair briefly flickers through the colours of the lights and then settles into red and green, pulsing faintly.

“Guess I put them up for you, then.”

She isn’t listening, but that doesn’t really matter.

#the sandman #sandman comics #sandman fanfiction #delirium sandman #hob gadling sandman #delirium of the endless #hob gadling #fanfiction #writing #writer #writers #my writing #writblr #writeblr #writers of tumblr

[aramastus]

Love Within Chapter 2

It had been a few days sent the human mia left Chase was walking in from work when the smell of blood hit his nose…human blood. Did he step one on the way home just now not noticing? He checks the bottom of his shoes no smashed humans. He sniffed the air again coming from his kitchen. As he entered the kitchen, he sees a mess of blonde and red hair barely breathing on his floor.

He reached down to pick it up and turned it over in his hand. It is that woman Mia but why is she so wounded? It could be his cat, no she is too damn lazy to even catch a mouse. Mia looks up with her eyes filled with blood "Eat me…at least that way I will be useful for something". Chase stared at this half-dead woman she had lost all hope and will to live. Chase wonders what happened to make her want to give up life.

He tilted his head back slowly, lowering the woman's feet to mouth. The taste of sweetness and dirt hit his tongue. He gulps once her knees slide down into his throat. She was not even moving. He could feel her slow breath so she was alive. He swallowed again and took most of her into that. Closing his mouth as her head enters. He held off on the last shallow wanting to see if she was going to fight but no. He shallowed and then felt her form slide into his throat. He hummed and rubbed a large lump as it slowly slid down his throat. He sighs satisfied once he feels the weight in his belly.

Chase "Well I gave you your wish little lady"

Mia gaps sitting up fast "Ouch…" her body was sore. She was somewhere warm and wet and it  was helping smooth the pain.``..I'm alive?.... I thought Chase ate me"

She heard a rumble from all around her "I did love you did ask me to" Chase's voice replies.

Mia blinks so this warm wet stuff must be his stomach "Why  am I not dead them?" Pokes his stomach which was slimy and warm. But she is not feeling any burning from the acid.

Chase laughs again " I said I ate you 'cause you asked me to. I never said I was going to disgust you love" his stomach walls suddenly push in on Mia making her unable to move but it does not hurt. Then released her.

" But I thought you ate humans?" Mia asked, groaning as lays back down.

"I do eat them to survive, but I don't eat every human I come across as told you before" Chase started.

Mia ``how come I'm alive? I should have died from blood loss even if you didn't kill me. '' Her body was sore but she was alive nonetheless.

Chase hummed " I healed you love, many of us giants have special powers"

Mia " why tho? I'd be better off dead as your food…at least that way I'd have helped someone"

Chase " don't know felt like it. What in the hell happened to you for   being half-dead and willingly wanting to  become my food?" Mia feels the ground shift as she slides around on the floor of her stomach Chase must be moving around Mia thought.

Mia didn't say anything until she heard a loud thump above her and chase speck

"Hey I know you not sleeping so answer me"

Mia "What are you going to eat me if I don't" she grumped at him.

Chase roared into laughter making Mia slide and bounce all over his stomach. Once he finally stopped laughing " I already did that. But whatever if you don't want to tell me that fine" poked his stomach" where he felt her and laughed as she squeaked.

Mia "If you don't plan to use me as food what do you plan to do with me?"

Chase "No idea, didn't think that far ahead. For now, you can stay there"

There has yet to be a reply from Mia after that. Chase shrugs and turns on tv watching the newest horror movie.

For the next few hours  , Chase sat on the couch watching tv, feeling slightly moved. He rested both hands on his stomach. He didn't mind this at all, it was quite nice. He does feel bad that she is so…suicidal.

"Hey little lady, what happened that made it like this? Just a few days ago you were scared I was eating you or hurting your people now you're hoping I eat you? Well fully eaten" Chase said.

There was no reply for a few minutes.

Mia "I fucked up again….my clan wants me dead" pulls her knees up to her chest in one fold of stomach.

Chase "Um why? Didn't you just bring back a lot of food?" Rubbing his belly subconsciously.

Mia " I did…but….they were not happy I come back"

Chase does not say a thing for a moment but he is not surprised with comments the old man made when Running away. " Aren't they  your family and friends?" He asked

Mia " I have no friends or family alive anymore.I got the only family I had killed

.." cries.

Chase hit the soft spot "....what happened with your clan?"

Mia sighs holding back tears " I made it back to where my clan is with food. The captain was shocked I was alive…he asked what happen and how did I get away from you. I told them what happens..then he punched me and told me to leave and that I would be the death of more people. Sent I led you right to them, so I ran but he yelled to the whole clan what I did and they started throwing anything they could find at. That’s how I got most of the bruise."  Mia stopped talking for a minute to whip her tears.

Mia begins speaking again" I stay closed but not close to make sure you didn't follow me…. no  offense but I didn't fully trust you"

Chase laughs "non taken sweetheart"

Mia "Well the caption found out I was nearby he and a group of guys from the clan found me and well that's how I ended up looking like that when you found me…I asked one of the wild rats to bring me here so I could be useful in the same way in my life."

Chase had no words that was terrible she brought them back food and treated her like trash. I   get they are scared of us giants but that's a bit much. He finally says "They call us monsters, Mia that horrible….."

Mia " so just disgust me already! Or let out and find someone else to do it I don't want to live anyone"

Chase clutches his stomach tightly around her "Um no I'm not gonna let you run off and get killed after I just healed you, healing anyone is rather draining so it would be a waste let you die"

Mia squicked as their stomach gave her a full-body hug. It didn't hit the like she thought it would. " Then why did you? Don't say don't know"

Chase "alright alright I felt bad for you when saw you laying there half dead"

Mia "You felt bad for someone who is food to you?"

G

Chase "Well ya I may be a demon but I'm not a  bastard you know. I don't torture my food. I put them to sleep so don't feel pain unless they are a piece of the work"

Mia " Really? I thought all of you giant love heart us cry and beg…"

Chase: "No, it's annoying and not my thing. That would be wanting to watch pig or cow suffering before eating them  that is  fucked up"

Mia " I guess…."

Neither talked for what felt like forever.

Chase stands up breaking the silence" Look it late you have been worn out from everything why don't we just call  it night, and  talk more tomorrow, I promise you're safe in my belly for the night no one can hurt you ok?"

Mia says Notting as just lays down and passes out. https://www.tumblr.com/aramastus/722344073105653760/love-within-chatper-3?source=share ch 3

#gt vore #male pred #safe vore

[msookyspooky]

I LOVE severen with a hunter s.o. here is some more angst :)

The reason they became a hunter was bc their family got killed and when they met Sev, they find out HE was the one that killed their family 👀👀👀

Angst:

The hunter just starts thinking vampires aren't so bad. Despite it all, falls in love with Severen. He treats them well and falls in love too...Just for them to start doing the math one night from an off hand comment he made about their hometown...The hunters entire world is shattered when they realize the man that viciously slaughtered their family, the same one they saw in the doorway with a smirk and blood all over him while the toddler/hunter hid away to avoid being killed too...Was Severen Van Sickle.

OUCH. Damn...It hurts so fucking good tho oml 🥲 The angst! Him not wanting to beg forgiveness for something he's not ashamed of but also feels awful bc he loves his S/O and seeing tears in their eyes and the pain he caused has him reeling. And the Hunter being in love but also hating Severen with a passion now bc he hurt them in a way that they will never fully recover from. He ruined their life and spurred them to despise his kind. He was the cause of all of this while it was just another night of feeding for him. Hooting and hollaring and having a good time while the hunter was trembling and sobbing as a toddler in a cabinet till they were found the next day by police.

.....

But also!!!

It's giving Nandor and Nadja from wwdits 😂🤭

*Severen after years of being together and the vampire hunter let their guard down*

*Nervous laughter* "W-What? That's not me, baby! Come on now, that ain't proof-"

*Hunter, barely concealed murderous rage in their eyes, holding up a picture of Severen catching their hometown on fire that night*

"Then what the FUCK is a Punk Johnny Cash doing on the hood of a flaming cop car?"

#or Motörhead band member or a Country Ramone member...Anyone with a leather jacket and cowboy boots at this point

[cale-need-self-love]

Cale piss off bc someone loot his retirement money

Cale YEET god of dead book

God of dead: OUCH WTF I WASN’T EVEN THE ONE WHO STOLE YOUR-

Cale: stfu *smile but his eye are on fire*

Cale: Ron and Choi Han let leave-

Cale: WHY ARE YOU HOLDING THE KNIFE AND LOOKING AT ME???

Ron: so he stole young master money?

Cale: y-yes..Please stop pointing your knife at me..

Ron: AH! sorry young master nim

Cale: and you Choi Han

Why are YOU angry?? He didn’t do anything to u??

Choi Han: your house OUR house

Cale: sure

Choi Han: Your room OUR ROOM

Cale: huh..?

Choi Han: your problem OUR PROBLEM

Ron: wow i finally agreed with this dumbass for once

Cale: no? It’s my problem,i will solve it myself

Ron: no :)

Raon: NO HUMAN ITS OUR PROBLEM

Choi Han: *too angry to hear Cale and other* your money OUR MONEY

Cale: huh??? HEY NO IT IS MINE

Choi Han: *Flinch* huh-?? Oh OH SORRY I SAID THE WRONG THING

Cale: you better fucking be!!… *angry but can’t do anything*

*scared that Choi Han will beat him up* never mind…sigh..

Choi Han: hehe sorry Cale-nim..

Raon: oh oh i want to join!

Cale: we don’t have time,my poor money..

Raon: or I’m saying the F words

Cale: GASP NO

Choi Han: *look at Cale*

Ron: *look at young master*

Choi Han and Ron look at each other and nob their head

Ron: hmmm i sure wonder who made the child know these swear words,young master nim? :)

Cale: *scared and fake cough* fine Raon just be quick..my money is on the line here..

Raon: OK OK

Your Cale, Your young master, our human!!

Cale: (that’s cute but my money..)

Choi Han: *smile innocently* yes my Cale-nim our Cale-nim

Cale: ..

Choi Han: *look at Cale confused but continue to smile innocently*

Raon: YES OUR HUMAN

Ron: (WHEEZE) *but smile to hold in his laugh*

*actually did such a good job nobody can tell he’s laughing inside*

Cale in Korean: mf really just said some fruity shit without realising it..

Choi Han didn’t hear bc he was getting ready to get the thief

Ron and Raon don’t understand Korean

Alberu: WHEEZE AHHAHAAHAHA HAHAHA PFFFFF

(I’m so happy i know the basic Korean words at least)

Cale: HOLY SHIT WHEN WERE YOU HERE???!!!

Alberu: i heard you said money so i thought you might need me

Cale: hyeong-nim.. *eye start sprinkling*

Raon: SHIT!!

Cale: *Flinch*

Alberu: *Flinch* pffff WHEEZE

Here’s a gold coin for making me laugh

Cale: *sad smile* thank hyeong-nim…sigh I have fail as a parents..

Ron: sigh

I’ll get a parents book when we caught the thief

Cale: OH RIGHT THE MONEY FUC-

Choi Han: CALE-NIM *fake cough*

Cale: wait Raon NO-

Raon: FUCK

Cale: *scream inside*

Choi Han: *hold in laughter* pffff..

Alberu: *hold in laughter* pfft

WHEEZE

Choi Han: WHEEZE

DAMN IT WHY DID YOU HAVE TO LAUGH STUDENT-NIM PFFFFFF

Alberu: IM SORRY INSTRUCTOR-NIM HAHAHAHA

Ron: *smile in disappointment*

Cale: *scream in pain Internally*

Raon: *smile and feeling proud* hehe

Cale: *crying and sobbing internally* that’s not something to be proud of..

Raon: This is revenge

Cale: *flinch* huh?

Raon: THE SEAL TEST

Cale: it was just a emotions test?

Raon: THE MOTHERFUCKING STICK

REMEMBER????

Cale: *flinch and look at other: uhhh that’s uh..i was ok tho..

Everyone: *look at Cale with vicious gaze*

Cale: *shivering* L-Let’s just get my money back..

#trash of the count's family #cale henituse #tcf #tcf novel #choi han #tcf cale #tcf quotes #tcf ron #tcf raon #ah yes the stick #seal god test #seal god fuck you #god of dead #god of dead fuck you #god of dead you’re kinda hot tho #bite lip #tcf god of death #what about my money that got loot?

[freakynct]

Hii can I request bff dreamies reactions helping you wash your hair because your arm is in a cast 😁

𝐛𝐟𝐟 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭

mark:

"yo the water is going everywhere y/n." he giggled behind you, already soaking wet from head to toe.

"you're so bad at this mark." you replied trying to keep your cast as far away as possible from him since he couldn't seem to keep the water on your hair only. he set the shower head aside and you waited for a few minutes, hair dripping in front of your face. "what is taking so long?" you asked and you finally heard him move behind you.

"i don't know which one is the shampoo and conditioner." he said confused and you rolled your eyes, grabbing the shampoo bottle and handing it over to him.

"i don't even think you can wash your own hair mark." you giggled.

renjun:

"you should've asked jaemin to wash your hair, he's better at this stuff." renjun sounded so defeated trying to detangle himself from the shower head that you had to laugh.

"it's not that hard." you told him. "just wet my hair first." you lowered your head to help him and renjun hesitantly moved forward as you felt the warm water cover your hair. he moved slow, trying his best not to let any water run over your face and cast. "see? you're doing so well." and even tho you couldn't see him renjun couldn't help but smile proudly at your comment.

jeno:

"shouldn't we just take a shower together?" you turned around with your eyes wide open and cheeks burning at what your best friend had just said. "i'm just kidding." he giggled, his eye smile making you relax and laugh along with him. "just kneel there."

jeno had you kneeling beside the bathtub with your head down and only your hair inside. you were impressed at how quickly and effortlessly he commanded you but apparently he knew exactly what to do.

"you're so good at this." you told him as he started washing your hair. "it's as if you've done this before."

"i have." he started. "with my sister." a smile creeped into your lips.

"that's sweet." you said.

"not really. i only know what to do cause she bullied me until i got it right." you both laughed. "you're much nicer than her."

jaemin:

"stay still for me, we don't want water to get on your cast." he said moving your arm to lay a little bit higher on his thigh.

"don't worry, with how careful you're being i don't think that's possible." you felt his hand on your forehead, gently pushing the water back and preventing it from sliding down your face.

"every precaution is necessary when you're sick." you rolled your eyes at him as he started shampooing your hair.

"i'm not sick jaemin, i just broke my arm."

"shhh, nana is gonna take care of you." he cooed at you before placing a very unexpected kiss to your forehead.

"jaemin!!!!!" you almost screamed startled by his action as he just stood behind you giggling.

haechan:

"donghyuck!!" you complained closing your eyes as the shampoo and water ran down your eyes one more time. "it's getting all over my face! are you trying to get me blind?" your good hand reached up to clean your eyes before they started stinging.

"shut up, i know what i'm doing." he replied, pulling your head back again almost making you lose balance.

"no you don't. i'm never asking you to help me again, i should've just asked mark to do it." you felt the water stop running over your hair and as you looked back to check what happened you were met with a pouting haechan.

"you like mark more than me." he whined and you rolled your eyes.

"haechan just wash my hair please." but he would still not continue what he was doing and rather kept complaining.

"say you like me more!"

"haechan!!"

"say it!!"

"fine i like you more!"

"that's right." the pout in haechan's lips turned quickly into a victorious smile as he proceeded to wash your hair and if you didn't want him to finish it so bad you would've fight him right there.

chenle:

"chenle it feels like your washing an old rag." you squinted as you felt him pull your hair with every move of his fingers.

"i told you i didn't wanna do this." he had been complaining about having to help you wash your hair since the beginning.

"trust me, i wish i had someone else to do it too, ouch!!" you whined again. "but unfortunately everyone else is out so it has to be you." you sighed as you felt the warm water run down your hair. this was your break before he moved onto conditioner but he suddenly turned the water off. "what are you doing?" you asked.

"what do you mean? i'm done." he simply said ready to get up.

"wait, what about the conditioner?" you looked at him with helpless eyes.

"there's more??" his voice squeaked as his eyes widened.

"of course chenle!"

"oh my god..." he whined as he sat back down. "i'm never staying home alone with you again y/n."

jisung:

"tell me if i'm hurting you ok?" he asked for the third time again and you giggled.

"ok jisung." you replied as he gently rubbed the shampoo on your hair.

"is any water going on your cast?" he asked looking over at your arm.

"no jisung, you're not even using the water right now." his concern was so cute but you found it so amusing.

"you never know." he mumbled more to himself than to you. you heard him grab the shower head again once he was done shampooing but instead of feeling the water on your head you saw him reaching over with it in front of you.

"please check if the water is ok like this." you couldn't hold back your laughter anymore but you felt a little bad cause he was genuinely so concerned about everything.

"relax jisung, you're just washing my hair. i promise you everything's fine." you smiled warmly at him and that seemed to make him feel a little better as he went back to what he was doing. a couple minutes of silence went by until you heard his voice again.

"but still you'll tell me if i'm doing something wrong." you giggled and let out a short sigh.

"yes jisung."

#nct fluff #nct dream fluff #nct 127 fluff #wayv fluff #nct reactions #nct dream reactions #nct 127 reactions #wayv reactions #nct scenarios #nct mlt #nct drabbles #nct dream imagines #nct dream mlt #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 mlt #wayv imagines

[chockfullofsecrets]

Fjord and 17 for the writing prompt? No pressure tho :)

17. Worst “someone finding out you’re ticklish” experience?

“You okay, man?”

Everything hurts. Fjord doesn’t even bother keeping the whine from his voice. “I think this is it for me, first mate… it’s getting dark…”

“That was, like, seventy sit-ups, come on - I’ve literally seen Jes feeling up your abs, so I know you have them-”

“Tell the others to remember me kindly,” he groans, hiding a grin as Beau scoffs at him. “And tell Veth if she touches my stuff I’ll haunt her from the afterlife.”

That earns him another laugh, this one a little louder as his impromptu drill sergeant stalks over. “Up and at ‘em, sailor, you’ve gotta give me fifty more pushups before breakfast!”

With one arm flung lazily across his face to block the first searching rays of dawn, he’s caught completely off guard as Beau digs her bare toes into his side. “Nnh! - hey -”

He flings his arm down to protect himself, already squirming away from the prodding sensation before he catches the look on Beau’s face. “Ouch,” he rushes out, trying to distract her, “gods, did your teachers kick you like that?”

“Yep.” She somehow manages to pop the last letter while maintaining the biggest leer he’s ever seen. It’s terrifying. “How the fuck have you kept that a secret for so long?”

Fjord eyes her warily. “Somehow, it never came up.” Somehow being a lot of held breaths and stifled coughing while various clerics poke at him. He’s not half as bad as some of the others, anyways, as far as he knows - and maybe he wishes it would come up, sometimes, sitting at the edge of piles of tangled limbs and easy laughter and muffled squeals of protest that never seem to be serious enough to take notice of, but - well. That’s a can of worms he’s not really sure how to start opening.

Beau’s still grinning. “So… pushups or I tell Jester?”

He gapes. “You wouldn’t.”

Beau shrugs. “Don’t have to, if you’re laughing your ass off loud enough to wake her up.” 

She levels ten wriggling fingertips in his direction. Fjord shudders, an involuntary motion starting somewhere around his tailbone and shooting up to prickle at the back of his teeth. “And if I’m not going to get those pushups without some encouragement, then-”

Fuck it, he’s never been good at waiting for things to happen to him. “Yeah?” he jabs, rolling to snatch Beau’s calves and bring her down on top of him before she can retort.

“Fuck,” she yelps. And then, more desperate, as he wriggles a hand into the soft part of her side - “Fuhuhuck!”

He laughs and levers himself up on an elbow, just about ready to declare his victory - and then Beau clamps an arm around him, pushing him down flat as insistent fingers worm between them and onto his stomach, and he can’t stop laughing. 

“Hhhah - ahahha - shit, shit, help-” He wasn’t joking about everything hurting, and even as he does his best to wrestle her off he’s finding his muscles don’t want to help with much except curling up into the fetal position and letting the writhing, helpless feeling dancing under his skin squeeze every last bit of breath out of his lungs. 

“Oh, now you want help? Didn’t seem like you wanted my help with training, asshole,” Beau threatens - but she’s laughing too, almost childish giggles leaking out of her as she crushes him into a bear hug and tickles at his sides.

“Pleheheeese,” Fjord wheezes. “Ow, shit, my face hurts.”

“Fiiine,” Beau complains,finally, a little breathless herself as she rolls off him. Not that it stops her from digging her knuckles painfully into his shoulder. “The pushups aren’t going away, though, we’re just gonna do them tomorrow.”

It’s objectively a bad idea to try and tickle her again in revenge, Fjord thinks. He does it anyway. 

#tickling #critical role #beauregard lionett #fjord #chocfic #asks #snippets - dec2021 worsts

[anzynai]

Go figure…

Xingqiu x Chongyun (Genshin Impact)

a/n: maybe it’s the christmas spirit or whatevs but i wrote this entire fic in one sitting. yes, i’m so proud of myself. also, it’s xingyun again. why? bc i love them. and this was originally just gonna be lee!chongyun but i realized my other two xingyun fics were lee!chongyun so i had to switch it up a bit haha.. don’t worry tho for all you lee chongyun lovers because there’s still some of that in here. just a smidge tho.. anyways enjoy and happy holidays <3

summary: xingqiu and chongyun decide to spend their christmas going ice skating!

word count: 1.2k

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It was Xingqiu who suggested—no, begged—Chongyun to go ice skating with him at Jueyun Karst, where the waters had frozen over. Chongyun found it almost funny that Xingqiu, the one who exercised grace and fluidity in everything he did, would be holding onto his arm as if his life depended on it.

“Yunnn..” Xingqiu mumbled, his voice shaking slightly as Chongyun tried to pick up speed. Chongyun was, unbeknownst to Xingqiu (until now, at least) a very impressive skater. The way he glided on the ice was comparable to how Xingqiu moved on land.

“Xingqiu, should I teach you how to skate?” Chongyun asked, helpfully as he looked down at his friend in pity. Xingqiu puffed his cheeks out.

“That won’t be necessary, Dear Chongyun. I can skate.” Xingqiu stubbornly muttered, shoving himself away from Chongyun and trying to kick off. Almost immediately, his legs shook and he reflexively grasped onto Chongyun again to regain his balance. Chongyun laughed, and Xingqiu pouted.

“You’re so cruel to me! How could you be laughing at me?”

“Sorry, sorry.” Chongyun apologized, though both of them knew it wasn’t genuine, if the laughter in his voice wasn’t obvious. After a moment, Chongyun spoke again. “My offer is still up, if you want to accept it now.”

Xingqiu rolled his eyes, half heartedly. “Fine.. do what you will, dear Chongyun.” Chongyun smiled in triumph, holding Xingqiu’s hand to guide him as he loved them closer to the middle of the ice. Xingqiu ignored the fluttering going on inside of his stomach from the touch.

“So, how you’ll want to start is by bending your knees a little,“ Chongyun started, as Xingqiu listened, bending his knees. “and kicking off.” Once again, Xingqiu obliged. He was doing alright for the most part, but then again, Chongyun was holding onto him.

“Let me go now! I can do it!” Xingqiu shouted, confidently after they had gone around in circles a few times. Chongyun still looked doubtful, but he let go and Xingqiu shot off. He was doing well, really well that he smirked before he slipped, tripping and landing on his butt.

“Ouch…” Xingqiu groaned, as Chongyun bursted out in laughter before skating over to him with ease and offering his hand. Xingqiu nearly forgot about his pain upon listening to Chongyun’s laughter.

He rarely ever got to hear his true laughter, because he was always trying to conceal his emotions to prevent him from going crazy. But when it was colder, it was more difficult for his congenital positivity to act up. Chongyun told him it was why winter was his favorite season. And Xingqiu would die before ever admitting it, but it’s why winter is his favorite, as well.

“It’s not funny..” Xingqiu crossed his arms in mock anger, uncrossing them immediately to take Chongyun’s hand.

“It was.. kinda funny.” Chongyun admitted, scratching his chin. Xingqiu was going to let it be, since he was always the one laughing at Chongyun’s expense anyway until he suddenly had an idea. That idea was one the he knew was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

“If it’s so funny, I can give you something else to laugh about!” Xingqiu snickered, before lunging onto Chongyun and digging into his sides. Chongyun yelped, panicked as he was torn between letting himself fall to the ice (along with Xingqiu) or make a horrible attempt of balancing himself while his sides were being tormented. Fortunately, he didn’t have to ponder on it for too long because his flailing made the decision for him.

“W-wahAHA Xingqiu!” Chongyun shrieked and gasped, as they both fell to the cold surface. “Stahahap!” Xingqiu only giggled, continuing his attack.

“Why should I stop when you are clearly enjoying this so much?” Xingqiu teased him, relishing in the red blush that adorned his features. Xingqiu resisted the urge to poke him on the nose when he noticed how red it was, though it was already red from the thin air.

“Ihihim nahahat! N-nAHAHAh!” Chongyun bellowed in laughter, trying to grab onto Xingqiu’s wrists. He was never able to, though, and maybe that’s why Xingqiu let down his guard. He zoned out, letting himself listen to the melodic laughter that he learned to adore so much.

When the laughter emitted from Chongyun ceased, Xingqiu tuned back in, making a sound of confusion. He gulped when he noticed that somehow, despite how much of a “master tickler”, a self-proclaimed title, Chongyun had managed to grab hold of his hands. But that wasn’t the problem, no, it was the glint in Chongyun’s eyes that were unfamiliar but couldn’t mean anything good.

Before he knew it, he was on his back with his arms pinned above his head. He shivered at the ice beneath him, thanking the archons that he decided to wear a coat today instead of his usual thin get-up. It would also serve as protection against Chongyun because Xingqiu knew he was planning to exact his revenge the way Xingqiu did to him.

“Chongyun, can’t you teach me more how to ice skate better? Are you good at ice skating because of your exorcism. Did you have to ice skate on any of your expeditions?” Xingqiu rambled, trying to distract Chongyun. He should’ve known better that it wouldn’t work on someone this determined to get him back for the small tickle attack. “Please, Chongyun. Let’s talk this o-oUT!”

While Xingqiu was rambling, Chongyun hadn’t noticed Chongyun slipping his hand under his coat and begjn scribbling at his tummy.

“I think after all the times you’ve teased me, Xingqiu, you deserve this. It’s only fair, right?” Chongyun spoke snidely, not even bothering to hide the smirk on his face.

“W-wAIHIHIT! w-waHAHaha! y-yohuhuoure sohoho cruel tohoho meeee!” Xingqiu stuttered through his laughter, barely managing any words.

“You’re worse than me!” Chongyun defended himself, rolling his eyes and deciding now was a good time as ever to slip his hands below Xingqiu’s shirt. He knew that the shirt beneath his coat offered him some protection, and he wasn’t feeling very merciful today.

“Ack! C-cohohold! Why?!” Xingqiu gasped, bucking up in laughter as his body shook.

“It’s for revenge.” The exorcist stated bluntly, squeezing at Xingqiu’s sensitive sides. Xingqiu twisted and turned, pulling at Chongyun’s hands when Chongyun finally let them free. Chongyun had always been stronger between the two of him, so his attempts were fruitless.

“N-nAHAHA! Mehehean!” Xingqiu squealed, shaking his head in laughter as Chongyun chucked, happy to have the upper hand on the book lover for once. “wAHAHAha n-noho mohohohore!”

Xingqiu felt tears pricking at his eyes, no Chongyun must have felt pity on him because he stopped.

“Did I go too far?” Chongyun asked, standing up and pulling Xingqiu up with him.

“No, you underestimate my limits, Yun!” Xingqiu clicked his tongue, putting a hand on his hip with as much sass as he could muster.

“You were the one who told me ‘No more!’” Chongyun repeated back to him, as Xingqiu blushed.

“No, you must be mistaken. I never said that!” The book lover denied, shaking his head. Chongyun raised a brow, but after a moment, he sighed.

“If you say so, Xingqiu. Shall we go now? We’ve been here for a while now and I don’t want either of us to catch a cold.” Chongyun suggested, breathing out on his hands. Xingqiu sniffled, pinching Chongyun’s nose and sneering at his reaction.

“Yes, let’s go to Wanmin Restaurant! I’ve been craving Xiangling’s hot chocolate!” Xingqiu moaned, and Chongyun smiled.

How they loved the winter season.

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