#it wasn't meant to be deep it's meant to be cute and silly

[ktaerssoi]

just keep swimming

nika mühl x swimteam!reader

summary: being a swimmer for UConn isn't always easy.

notes: i did NOT mean to make this so angsty, i was literally thinking about something cute while i was writing so idk where this came form. please don't kill me! - kate

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it was hard being on the UConn swim team, not only were the practices grueling, but the meets took hours and hours. this wouldn't be a problem to most, because if you love your sport you would give up almost anything.

and you did love your sport, but you loved your girlfriend even more. which is what made swim meets so difficult. most of the time, it would be from eight a.m. to four p.m.. and it just so happened that nika's game schedule was also within those hours. meaning she usually had a game while you were at your meet, making it hard for you to attend her games.

not to mention she was missing your meets, which wouldn't bother you normally but when it's been happening all season long it sort of gets to you. what if she wasn't coming because she doesn't think it's important?

you knew she had time in the mornings, time that she usually worked out during, but why couldn't she make an exception to see you? you were stressed out, to say the least.

you finally reached your breaking point the night before one of your most important meets against Georgetown.

-

you and nika were curled up together in bed, watching a movie on your laptop. her hands were on your hips, and she slowly started to travel to your back, massaging different parts as you groaned lightly.

"tense for the meet tomorrow? you'll do great baby," she muttered into your ear as she stopped her movements, causing you to turn and face her, the lack of physical contact making you cold.

"you would know if you came to one," you didn't mean for it to come out so harshly, and you watched as her face quickly contorted to one of hurt. "oh im sorry, should i call off my game?" you knew you had hurt her feelings, but she didn't have to come back like that.

"nika you know that's not what i meant." you watch as she sits up a little, biting the inside of her cheek as she crosses her arms over her chest. "okay then, what did you mean? you know i want to go to your little events, i just don't have time."

you roll your eyes at the use of "little events," you knew she didn't value your sport as much as hers, but it still hurt. "little event? that's what i meant, you don't value my things as much as your own! you and i both know that you could make it to the morning part of the meet and keep me company but you just work out with KK!"

you didn't mean to let out your feelings like that, you knew you wanted to talk to her but you hadn't meant to yell. "i'm sorry okay? i don't know what more i can give you." nika wasn't breaking eye contact with you, she wanted to see your complete reaction to her words. it was not a good reaction.

"you're sorry? tell me what you're sorry for. i doubt you could." it's your turn to cross your arms as you stare up at her, her face never showing what she was thinking.

"i'm sorry your silly little pool tricks aren't as important to me as warming up. i'm sorry i have priorities." to say you were unhappy was an understatement. you close the computer that had been playing the movie up until that point, not even knowing how to react to that.

she thought your sport was "silly little pool tricks?" you took a deep breath, nodding. "okay, well then, you can leave then." you weren't slow to notice the scared look on her face. she knew she had messed up, she also knew there may not be a way to come back from this.

"no, c'mon baby, you know it wasn't meant to come out like that. i just, i have other things to be thinking about." you stand up, still heading to the door, opening it for her. "okay, then go think about them. somewhere else."

you weren't thinking, just letting out everything you had been feeling for months. you watched as she nodded, grabbing a few things before walking out of the room and right out the front door. you didn't cry until she left. she thought that little of you?

a few hours later, you got a call from paige.

"hello?" you answered the phone confused, paige never called you. "hey, um i heard about what happened, i wanted to make sure you're okay, nika is all sorts of mixed up." she seemed sincere, which led you to talk to her for almost two hours about the situation. you had felt bad taking up so much of her time.

"it's just, i don't get it, i mean i cheer her on in everything she does. this is the one thing i am the most passionate about, and she barely cares! i just feel shitty, like im less important to her." you had shed a couple of tears in the time you had been on the phone, not knowing who else to talk to.

"mhm, well, i think you should give it some time. don't go reaching back to her, let her come to you. let her know what she's missing." you nod, her words causing you to come up with a plan.

-

UConn won the meet over Georgetown the following day, causing you to go out to dinner with some of your closer teammates. durning your meal you got two messages.

paige 🏀: good job at the meet today! i wish i had time to stop by and watch

nika 😚: hey, can we talk, please? today was really hard and i miss you.

you replied to one message, thanking paige, and letting her know you appreciated her reaching out. you would text nika back later.

you didn't.

instead, you got one too many drinks at dinner and ended up calling paige. you didn't do anything too wild, just, you know, told her everything you had been feeling about nika for the second time. which, wouldn't be an issue had you let her talk when she first picked up. but, because someone is praying on your downfall, you hadn't been made aware that paige was currently with nika.

and nika heard you.

not that big of a deal.

-

it had been almost a week since your horrible phone call with paige. it was friday night, you were trying to wind down for the night, choosing to watch a random movie.

you had done everything to prepare for your swim meet the following morning, it wouldn't be particularly hard, the team not having the best stats by any means.

you fell asleep early that night, missing a text from paige.

"see you at the meet tomorrow morning, bright and early!"

-

you wake up the next morning by putting your phone directly on do not disturb, not bothering to check any messages. you needed to be in the right head space.

you arrived at the pool at 7, getting your events and warming up. your first event was at 8:15, 200 butterfly, it would be easy.

standing on the block, you look up to see paige and nika.

holy fuck. 

the whistle blew almost directly after, and you had a delayed start, causing you to start behind. the whole way back and forth you were thinking about paige and nika.

there was no way you had just seen them, they had a game later, they should be practicing? your thoughts had clouded your mind, and you were lagging behind on the last lap. you caught up quickly, barely pulling through in the last few seconds.

getting out of the water in a huff, you walk over to your teammates, taking off your cap and goggles. as you chat with one of your closer friends you see them again. no way it wasn't them.

you quickly excused yourself to go talk to them.

"paige?" she turns around with a smile on her face, nika not far behind. "hey! we decided to stop by and see what all the hype was about," you nod, looking to see nika holding what looked to be a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"hype is a reach, but thanks. um, so you watched that?" you flustered thinking about nika watching you struggle so much in a simple 200. "yeah, you were really good, and like super fast. i had no idea it was so complicated, i think you swim faster than i run." you looked as nika stunned, you hadn't thought you did good, but to her it was amazing.

"really? that was like, my slowest time ever, i sucked." you laugh a little, noticing paige slowly slip away to find people she could befriend. "seriously?" you nodded, smiling at her shocked face.

"listen, im sorry about what i said, i was embarrassingly uneducated on this, seriously i thought you just did a little free stroke and left. oh! and here, these are um, for you." you watched as she held up the flowers, taking them with a smile on your face.

"thanks babe, they're beautiful." you take them from her, smirking as you see her cheeks flush. "um, i have another event in like twenty minutes, but if you want to come with me to put these in my locker you can." you guys chat the whole time up until your event, and then the whole time after.

"oh my gosh, what time is your game? and where the hell did paige go?" you grab her wrist as you get on your tippy toes to look around, causing her to laugh. "our game isn't for another two hours, we'll be fine, thought we should get going soon."

you nod, upset that she couldn't stay for the whole day, but understanding that she stayed as long as possible. she found paige a few minutes later, mingling with some other girls on the team. you rolled your eyes as you heard her complain about being in the middle of a conversation, smiling to yourself.

"okay, ill see you guys later. oh and hey, text me when you're done with the game, we can get dinner." you smile, kissing nika on the cheek and hugging paige goodbye as you watch them leave.

you guys would definitely be having a talk at dinner.

#wcbb #nika mühl #paige bueckers #wlw #uconn wbb #uconn women’s basketball

[peony-pearl]

Azula, Ty Lee and Mai are playing in the courtyard. They don't see the Yu Yan archers on top of the palace, but Azula knows they're there. Uncle enlisted them the day Zion was announced as his heir.

The girls see Fire Lord Azulon and Iroh make their way through the courtyard, they gently nudge a few turtleducks off of the walking path as they return from an outing in the Capitol.

Ty Lee looks at Azula. "Why does your uncle have a sling? Is something wrong with his arm?"

Mai sighs. "His arm isn't even in it."

"Oh," Ty Lee blinks. Azula tries to shrug the subject away.

"It's just Uncle's new baby; anyway I think next we should-"

"THE BABY!! IT'S ZION!!" Ty Lee exclaims. Azula groans, having hoped this wouldn't happen. Ty Lee, however, had hoped to catch a glimpse of the new future Fire Lord - after all, it was exciting to hear that, after generations, they would grow to serve a lady instead of a lord. "Do you think he'd let me see her?"

"Oh please," Azula said. "He'd tell you everything she did today if you let him. And all she does is sleep and whine and burp."

Ty Lee makes a break for the older men, and Mai pats Azula's back in condolences. They watch Ty Lee bow, and Iroh kneels down to let the girl get a glimpse of the crown princess, at which Ty Lee dances in place in excitement.

"Agni, she's so embarrassing," Mai drones.

They watch, exasperated, as Iroh puts the infant into Ty Lee's arms; then...

Then Iroh and Ty Lee nod to each other, and Ty Lee returns to the group, gleefully holding Zion.

"WHAT IS SHE DOING." Azula seethes through gritted teeth.

"Thank you for watching her, Azula! I truly appreciate you!" Iroh calls out to his niece.

Ty Lee rejoins the group and plops back onto the grass, happily talking to the baby before addressing her friends. "He's letting me watch her!"

Azula flopped over onto the ground. Mai looked at the baby as she peered her way as well.

"Red eyes. Cool," Mai said. Azula sat back up; she glared at Zion.

"We have a lot of games left to play so don't make too much noise."

"Azula! Be nice!" Ty Lee admonishes. "Babies are very receptive."

Azula shrugs. "She's my cousin, I'm allowed to talk to her like that. Right, dum-dum?"

Zion blinks; and then she smiles and squeals.

"Aww!" Ty Lee gushed. "She thinks you're funny!"

"I am NOT funny," Azula told Zion as she happily reached for her cousin. "I'm VERY scary!" She then insists, leaping to her feet to tower over Zion with a growling snarl.

But Zion could only respond with a hearty laugh and a gurgling response as she tried to mimic Azula's ferocity.

"Ugh! You're supposed to be scared!" Azula scolded.

Ty Lee shrugged. "It's like I told you, babies are very receptive. If she sensed that you were actually malicious, she would have responded as such."

"Oh really?" Mai asked skeptically.

Ty Lee nodded. "Babies have instincts we'll never know because we forget them! I heard there's still being discoveries made!" She then leaned in to whisper. "Did you know they can smell fear?"

The trio looked to Zion as she contentedly, and very enthusiastically, burbled some spit bubbles.

"... okay." Azula sighed.

Mai's nose wrinkled. "Babies are so gross. I'm never having any."

Azula grinned. "Oh well then I guess you'll never get to marry Zuko~"

"Shut up, Azula!"

"Because when you marry into the royal family you have to have at least one baby to continue the family! So it sounds like you won't get to smooch my dumb brother!"

"Knock it off!" Mai blushed as Azula teased her with kissing noises.

"I wouldn't mind having at least one," Ty Lee said. Azula looked at her in confusion.

"From the way you were going on, I would think you'd want a big family."

Ty Lee's smile softened. "No... I think one or two is enough. I think I could give enough attention to two at least."

Azula could feel the subject turning her way.

"Maybe when Zion becomes Fire Lord she won't make you have kids to marry Zuzu, Mai."

Azula reached forward to squeeze Zion's cheeks, making it appear like she was speaking.

"I decree no one has to have kids to marry my big dummy cousin!"

Mai giggled.

"Why, Fire Lord Zion, you have my everlasting thanks," she said bowing to the infant, who gurgled happily in return. "Because I have to say, I'm not impressed with this whole squealing, drooling thing. You’re kind of gross."

Azula returned to narrating for Zion, squeezing her cheeks: "WHAT?? TO THE PYRE WITH YOU!"

Mai dramatically stood up to run, and Ty Lee and Azula chased her, carefully holding Zion as though she was leading the charge as the lot of them laughed harder than Azula had thought they would.

#atla #Azula #Ty Lee #Mai #atla oc #Zion #I just wanted to do something with the girls and baby Zion #I wasn't sure about the ending but eh lol #it wasn't meant to be deep it's meant to be cute and silly #honestly I mostly wrote it because of Ty Lee's 'babies can smell fear' line because it's such an image in my head #her being very serious as she says this and Zion is blowing spit bubbles and Mai and Azula are like 'ah' #my writing #also I was def giving Priya (Turning Red) vibes to Mai lmao

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

The Date

Older Eddie Munson x Reader

Part one

Mini part two.

Your feelings for Eddie are deepening but he drops the news that he has a date.

Angsty, 18+ Minors shoo!!, jealous reader, longing.

Looks like this might be my new series ❤️

You cuddle into Eddie, softly stroking over his chest and he presses a brief kiss to your hair. Both of you spent after a morning of amazing sex.

Since realising how badly you had fallen in love with him, you were wrestling with the feelings and trying to fight them even though they were threatening to spill over.

"Can I see you later?" you ask hopefully, it's probably a long shot as he never stays but there's no harm in asking right?

"I have a date sweetheart" he replies and you feel something in your heart crack as you take in what he said.

"A date?" you murmur and he nods as he gets up and your mind begins to spiral. The date will most likely be perfect, a perfect woman for Eddie and how could they not fall for him? He was incredible.

So sexy, sarcastic but sweet and had the ability to make you feel safe and contented when you were with him.

"Who's the lucky girl?" you ask and know you can't say anything about this. You were with your ex and Eddie never said a word, didn't give a fuck. So how could you say anything about this?

"Oh, I met her at work sweetheart. Fixed up her car" he explains and you nod feeling sick to your stomach.

"Cool. That's great Eddie" he looks at you for a few seconds, his eyesbrows furrowing in worry.

"You okay?" you smile and hide the pain you're feeling, find your clothes and pull them on hastily. Somewhere deep down you were hoping you meant something to Eddie, that obviously wasn't true.

It's a crushing feeling and you struggle to paint a smile on your face when he gently tugs you back to him.

"Stay. You don't need to rush off" he frowns and you shake your head. It's not like you could stay and wait for him to come back from his date? What if he brought her home.

That leaves an even worse feeling in your stomach and you tug away from him. "Would look weird if I'm still here and you bring your date home Eddie" you murmur.

He looks at you with an unreadable expression, you avoid his pretty brown eyes and get set to leave.

"Sweetheart" he begins but you cut off whatever he's about to say with a smile that feels all fake.

"I should go, I'll see you soon Eddie" you leave before he can say anything else. Trudge home with your heart full of longing and an ache that won't go away.

❤️

You heard Eddie leave for his date a whole ago and do your best to take your mind of it. Feel silly as you get teary at just the thought.

Honestly this was ridiculous. You had to be stronger, protect your heart, you should have listened to Eddie in the first place when you said exactly what this was.

No strings attached. He always said that so you don't know why you thought it would be any different.

At some point you must fall asleep, wake to the sound of Eddie's motorbike and a soft knock at your door.

Sleepily you get up and answer it, Eddie takes one look at your comfy pj's and smirks at the design.

"Well that's just fucking cute" he says and you open your mouth then close it again. Shouldn't he be with his date? You ask him this and he shrugs.

"She was a sweetheart but boring as fuck, nearly fell asleep waiting for dessert. Don't think I'll be looking for a second date"

The ache in your chest disappears a smidge and you open the door wider so he steps inside.

Looks like your night was looking up after all.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie angst #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #older eddie munson

[alottiegoingon]

peanuts

lottie matthews x gn!reader

summary: the one where you bring pb&j sandwiches for lottie everyday since you were 9.

warnings: so much fluffiness i might trow up, short silly fic, lottie and reader are childhood friends and secretly in love, no crash, lottie has a bad relationship with her parents, cute little unexpected ending i guess?, english mistakes, not proofread

you and lottie were friends since you were nine years old.

you remember being inside the car with your parents when you moved to new jersey. the roads were bumpy before you could make it to the city of wiskayok. still, you insisted on carrying a book with you during the entire trip, knowing that you would feel nauseous in no time. your parents warned you but, as the quiet and moody kid that didn't want to move, you ignored their advice.

trying to focus on anything else besides your upset stomach, you place the book titled "matilda" by roald dahl, in perfect condition, by your side and decide to enjoy the view outside as the car moves along from the backseat. it wasn't a lifesaver but it was better than feeling your head heavy as you read the tiny words in the paper.

the houses were all the same. boring, lifeless and with a few flowers or bushes outside just to bring some color. what a lame city, you thought. no colorful houses, fun playgrounds or a nice park in sight. but that changed at the exact same moment as you saw lottie's house. a perfect planned garden in the front and impeccably painted walls capable of telling anyone that the house was pretty, yes, but the people living inside of it were superior. liking or not, the house was pretty but not as far pretty as her.

lottie was upstairs in the window of her bedroom when you saw her, you couldn't decide if she was staring outside like she was waiting for something or just watching people go by as if she was trapped inside. either way, she waved at you and, hesitantly, you waved back.

the following years consisted in sleepovers, movie nights and little discussions in the book club you two invented. safe to say that you became best friends almost too immediately.

lottie was a loner when she was home with no one to watch her except for a old lady that worked for the matthew's as a housekeeper or a nanny. you never knew and she was scary. playing pranks on her was almost a daily occurrence and an invention of lottie. like dyeing her clothes pink or switching salt and sugar and watching the distorted face of pure horror and agony in lottie's parents faces during dinner, when they invited you over. you and lottie had to cover your mouth or look down to not laugh but couldn't ever not exchange glances across the table.

her parents knew, of course. "your parents must be waiting for you. it's late isn't it?" was lottie's moms way of telling you to leave. you would say goodbye to lottie and hold her hand extra tight, knowing that the second the door closed behind you, you would hear her parents scolding her. you could see a curious mix between fear and excitement in her eyes when you were about to leave and you thought that that would be the last time she would prank that poor lady, but no. she would always come up with something new. deep down you knew that she was just craving attention from her parents and she would be glad to accept some mean words from them if it meant that they would talk to her instead of disappearing in work.

every day after the pranks were the same. the next morning, you showed up at school with two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. one for you and the other one for lottie, of course. maybe it was your way of supporting her as you could. as a nine year old, peanut butter sandwiches were your favorite and you would always eat them if you were feeling sad. you never knew why she would eat it entirely and as fast as she could, kiss your cheek and run away, telling you she was late. it was lunch time and she was nine. what could she possibly be late for?

but the smile on her face exposing her teeth shaped like little fangs every single time she saw you with a simple extra sandwich on hands made just for her, became your new favorite thing in the world.

during your teenage years, nothing changed. almost nothing. lottie was still a loner at home but was kind of a popular girl at school. not like your other friend jackie, but still popular. you and lottie tried for the wiskayok high yellowjackets; a girl's soccer team. you both made it to the team and quickly made some new friendships but nothing as close as what you two had. you were popular as well, sure, but you didn't care about that. it took you a few weeks to realize that jackie was popular because of her personality. you, lottie and other girls were popular because you were on the team.

regardless, after every unsuccessful exam, every bad moment with lottie's parents, every failed practice day, you were right by her side holding a sandwich with silly drawings made out of peanut butter and jelly. despite being best friends, you were both changing. different hair, different ways of dressing, different ways to look at each other. the only thing that never truly changed was the smile on lottie's lips and it was exactly like how you remember from when you were nine.

there was that one day when lottie had an awful day at practice after a fight with her parents last night and she was sitting on the aluminun bench in the locker room. she had her head down and her dark curls styled in low pigtails.

"hi." you sit by her side. she looks up and you notice her red eyes. "hi." she whispers. lottie would never let people see her in vulnerable moments but near you, she wouldn't hide a thing.

"should i go to your house in the middle of the night and dye your parents clothes pink like when we were kids?" your voice was playful but you knew that if the answer was yes, you would happily do it.

you feel your heart beating faster as you hear lottie's breathy laugh and feel proud of yourself for making her happy now. then, in a few seconds, the weak smile faded and the locker room fell into silence.

"do you think i'm a freak?" her words make your heart shatter. lottie would tell you everything, except from that one big secret thing that she was forbidden to talk about by her parents. you never mentioned it after noticing how she would get uncomfortable. or after noticing how her parents would always change the conversation to something else if she was blabbing too much. or when you saw a small orange bottle with pills inside with a label that said "charlotte matthews".

you take a moment to think of something to say until you realize that there was no right thing. lottie just wanted support. she needed your support. "i think you are strong." you say. you knew that she didn't have a choice, she had to be strong. but yet, it was something you admired in her.

"lott, i don't know what is happening and i won't ever force you to tell me. but i know you for years now and i know what you are." she remains quiet but at least she's still looking at you.

"you are so smart. brilliant, actually. you are great at soccer, you have an amazing fashion sense" you joke "a heart of gold."

"and you are beatiful."

lottie says nothing but you can see a subtle spark of relief in her eyes. instead, she hops closer to you and rest her head on your shoulder. you do the same, gently laying your head on top of hers. you were staring at that same old boring blue locker in front of you when you feel lottie's hand grabbing yours. you feel nothing but euphoria when she intertwined your fingers together as your hands were placed between you two.

your smile was so wide that you were actually happy that lottie couldn't see you. and you couldn't see her face as well but something was telling you that she was also smiling while her thumb was Involuntarily caressing your hand. you weren't sure if that was something that best friends did, at least not in such an intimate way. but you were hoping that it meant something more.

you hear steps getting louder and realize that practice was over and the girls were coming to change clothes. unanimously, you two distance yourselves from each other just in time and, taking a quick glance at lottie, you see her face entirely red.

"are you okay, lottie? we were worried. jackie said that she can dismiss you tomorrow." shauna gets closer to you two, touching lottie's shoulder and squeezing it softly in reassurance.

"it's okay. i'm all good." she looks up and smiles at her friend.

you stand up and grab your backpack, pulling out a small paper bag with something unmistakable inside. lottie and shauna look at you and still feeling a bit shaky, you handle it to lottie with a shy smirk and lots of mumble.

"peanut butter sandwich. to make you feel better, you know the drill, right?" you laugh awkwardly and lottie's cheeks that were just going back to its original color, got pinkish again. the same old smile was also there.

"thank you. movie night tonight?" she asks full of hope.

"absolutely. can't wait to watch drew barrymore in scream." you nod excitedly. later that night you would find out that she would only appear in the screen for ten minutes and lottie would make fun of you for that.

after you left, shauna tapped lottie's shoulder to catch her attention. she looked at shauna but her hands were carefully holding the paper bag against her body as if she was taking care of something precious.

"i thought you were allergic to peanuts?" shauna frowns.

"yeah. but it's their favorite."

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #lottie mathews x reader #lottie matthews

[mylucayathoughts]

Little moments that I love in Red White and Royal Blue. PART 6 (haha I'm going feral)

I know these scenes have been talked about like hundreds of times already but I still need to get the feels out of my system, plz bear with me 🙏😭

When Alex bends almost 90 degrees to take a look at Henry at the royal wedding. He seeks out Henry so much already it is so cute 😍 His commentary "He is so smug and entitled", "he's such a snob" and "I swear he's not 6 feet 2!" and yet we get this eager look from him 😝

Alex was MAD at Henry but he never meant for his suit to get ruined, he was so drunk he forgot that he had whipped cream all over his hands. You can see from his reaction that he realized he fucked up and says sorry immediately, even tries to clean the suit with his cream hands 🤣

"Well now I feel like I need to apologize" - and I'm sure it took some pressure off of Henry. Wish we saw his reaction. I bet he was finally at peace knowing that Alex doesn't dislike him anymore or at least sympathizes with him.

The face Alex makes at his phone after talking to Henry, if only he could see it 😏 he LOVED every second of the call 😍 and he adores Henry but he hadn't realized it yet, my dumbass baby 🤧

During the new years party, whenever Alex was physically away from Henry, his mind wasn't 😏

The way Henry grabs Alex's face and pulls closer while he kisses him 😩😍🦋 you can see the wrinkles on Alex's cheek.

My boy (Henry) was really going at it and then Alex closes his eyes and gives in to the kiss 🥺

Henry giving Alex a look after his "the night is still young Ma!" he must be thinking "what exactly are your intentions?" 😝

Then he smiles both at the joke and at the prospect 🤣😏

Alexs come-hither look 👀👀 gotta mention Taylor, he was so good with his expressions here, (focus was on him in this scene, as opposed to the Paris scene where we saw Nicholas's mostly)

From the red room to Alex's bedroom - the whole thing is just so beautifully scripted, well directed, well acted. Cinema peaked here guys 😍😩 I have no complaints!

I love love how before leaving, Henry took one good look at Alex, took a deep breath, smiled and slowly turned away. Like he couldn't believe his own damn luck that he was just with Alex, after years of longing. And that Alex seems to want him too 🥺

Henry struggling with his buttons and Alex immediately going to help him and their sweet little smiles in this scene 😍 And Nicholas and Taylors acting here, part eager, part excited, part nervous, part silly 😩😩😩 beautiful honestly 😭

Henry saying "oh and I told my sister" and Alex's "awe I didn't know that" and they both get lost into their own little world forgetting the tornado in the room that is Zahra. Boyfriends™

I almost cropped out Alex's butt here (which would be a crime btw) but I didn't and Henry's smile 😩😍 he is such a cutie patootie 😘

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 7

#Red white and royal blue #Rwrb #Firstprince #Alex x Henry #Alex Claremont Diaz #Prince Henry #henry george edward james hanover stuart fox #Nicholas Galitzine #Taylor Zakhar Perez #Rwrb movie

[foundheavenly]

“We were meant to be”

Disclaimer: English is not my mother tongue so please be nice.

Words: 916

Plot: you are a couple married

Pairing: Gojo x female reader

Theme: fluff, comfort

Your daughter was in her crib for bed but she wasn't quite asleep. She seemed to be staring at the ceiling, giggling and mumbling to herself. You leaned over and picked her up, cuddling the baby to your chest. She cooed in delight as she pressed her nose against yours, and put her tiny hand on your cheek.

“My angel” You smiled warmly at the little girl as your heart melted away from her cuteness. She’s so sweet, she’s like sugar. The most adorable tiny girl.

Satoru watched you from the bed, a silly grin on his face. His eyes twinkled as he watched you cuddle Yuki before you started to softly hum a lullaby. Your voice was so sweet that your daughter fell immediately asleep as you gently put her in the crib again. You looked back at Satoru and your eyes met: no words needed. You understood each other perfectly.

That's when you realized how lucky you were. It hasn't all been easy, mainly because of Satoru's recurrent absences due to missions and his responsibility as the strongest sorcerer, but you couldn't ask for more.

You weren't like him, you're only a mere human, and you never thought you'd meet someone like him. At the very beginning of your relationship, you were afraid of the reality of his world, of everything you couldn't see, and you found it hard to accept. But Satoru never gave up. He hasn't quit yet but the question has crossed his mind.

What if he stopped everything?

To live the simple, normal life he'd thought he could have with you? A family life, nothing more normal?

But you couldn't force him to quit, especially not only for you. Of course you would like him to stop everything, to stay close to you, morning and night, and never put his life in danger. But you had to trust him and you couldn’t make decision for him. After all, he was the strongest, and could single-handedly eliminate hundreds of enemies. And Satoru had promised you he'd always come back to you and now to your child.

You climbed into bed, curling up next to Satoru, and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight. He was smiling and so were you.

“Thank you, honey” You said almost like a whisper as your head was right on his chest.

"No love, thank you" Satoru chuckled as he pressed a sweet kiss on the top of your head. "Being here with you is all I've ever wanted. You don’t know how much I’m grateful to you"

Hearing someone like Gojo spoke with such affection as a father and husband was adorable. If this was what he's like with you, you wondered if he was ever this sweet as a person before all the hardships life threw at him, before he knew you. But that’s some things he never really talked about and you never forced him to do so.

He pulled you closer, still being careful not to disturb your son next to your bed. You snuggled against him, the warmth of his limbs filling you with peace.

Your daughter mumbled in her sleep as she hugged his blanket. Every now and then, a small coo came out as she shifted in her deep slumber, but for the most part, she seemed to be content. Satoru watched her carefully, feeling his heart swell with love and affection. And you already knew what he’s thinking of.

He looked down at you for a moment and smiled at you before leaning over and whispering in your ear. "Let's try for another one” He suggested.

You looked up at him and let out a chuckle. “You want another one?”

"Of course” He grinned. "We’re only in the beginning of thirties. We have plenty of time. There could be more little ones running around with Yuki in a few years. Can you imagine how cute that would be?"

He smiled, gazing down at your face with such adoration.

"Maybe even a boy next time so Yuki can have a little brother” He thought with a chuckle.

Your eyes shine at the thought. It would be so great to have a little boy too.

"But not yet" He said, smiling. “For now, let's enjoy our little girl."

He kissed you on the cheek and nuzzled his face against yours, his eyes twinkling with joy.

"My heart feels like it could explode” He whispered. "You make me so happy."

You smiled widely at his words and you chuckled. Marrying this man was definitely the best decision you could have made in your entire life.

"It feels like we've been together for ages already” He said softly, pressing a gentle kiss against your neck. "But it also feels like there's always something new to learn about you. I love that. And I can’t wait to learn more and more about you”

Satoru gave you a soft kiss on the cheek, then kissed you on the forehead. His affection was always so sweet.

“We were meant to be” He smiled gently as a tear of joy fall down your cheek.

It felt unreal to be loved this much. But it was the reality. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted. And If this is what your life is going to be like, you can't imagine how much you're going to love the next decades.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo #satoru #jjk x reader #satoru x reader #gojo x reader

[killuintense]

❝ see you, leon ❞

rookie!leon x fem!reader.

Warning: first part, second part.

summary: for Leon wasn't being enough to have you in secret, if it were up to him, he would love you in front of the whole world.

content: 4.3k words, fluff, semi-established relationship, cute and needy Leon, possessive and capricious Leon, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, mention of oral sex (m and f receiving), carefree home moments, pet names.

note: finally the last part of this fic that i loved writing so much, i was really surprised to see everyone who asked me to continue. Thank you very much for that ♡ now i hope you enjoy it and see you in other one shots or fics ♡ i love y'all :p

You could list as many things as you needed to about leon, about how attentive he was, the bad jokes he could tell, how much he would curse when something scared him or his work didn't go as he expected. You loved those little moments you spent with him where there could only be complicit glances and low touches, soft and innocent caresses that made your day less horrible. That month and a half that had passed had given you the opportunity to get to know him, to understand him and to like him more and more. Sometimes you even got scared counting the number of times you thought about him. When you walked through the center of the city and you saw a coffee shop and it reminded you of the horrible coffees that leon prepared, but you drank them anyway because, from your point of view, they were the most delicious in the world; or when you passed by a store and you saw a teddy bear and you thought of him, being someone soft, silly and a little rough, but always trying to help others like the angel he was. But most of all with you.

Things had really become a lot more intimate between you in those weeks. Not just intimate in the sexual sense of the word, but rather that intimacy that only the two of you understood, where with looks you told each other everything you wanted without needing to talk, where you laughed at the same meaningless things, where you had your own special words and moments. Like when he would tell you that thanks to him and his contributions they managed to discover one more clue in that investigation that was taking place in the police department, and you would congratulate him saying 'that's my cute pookie patootie' and he would get upset, but deep inside his heart would jump and he would feel warm. Or like when you were stressed out about final exams and he would take you for a ride in the squad car to take your mind off things, telling funny and embarrassing anecdotes from his time at the police academy.

"Seriously! Major Krauser was the worst, he told me that if I didn't manage to run 20 times all over the training field without stopping he would make me walk around the rooms naked" your face was flushed and your cheeks hot, remembering that angrily as you drove through that starry night. Your laughter, however, meant that that experience had not been in vain, now I could hear that melody coming from your lips, while your hands clenched your stomach and you denied asking me to stop.

"God, Lee, I'm really sorry but it's too much" you laughed again, wiping away those tears that the laughter had caused you, while you brought your hand to his cheek and caressed him gently. "I'm thankful that hadn't happened to you, you'd be even more traumatized" you joked, watching as he stuck his tongue out at you in mock anger and kept driving. You didn't know where he was going, but just feeling the breeze on your face, his voice and his beautiful, steady chatter made you forget about your worries, about what was overtaking you.

You had taken a special liking to each other. Leon seemed to have a little angel by his side every time he saw you, every time he referred to you with that proud smile that someone as beautiful and special as you were was paying attention to him. He noticed how all your attention went to him when he talked to you, how you analyzed the little details to help him every time you could.

Now you seemed to spend more time at the police station and had even started helping with the paperwork, almost as an excuse to keep seeing Leon and to 'spend more time with your father', even though you hardly saw him. And Leon couldn't have been more excited at the thought of seeing you going back and forth with the paperwork, handing it to him in an orderly fashion that relieved him of his work, or when you met in the break room and talked excitedly about the finished paperwork. You brought joy into his life and he felt he was lost because of you, because of your presence that filled him with an inexplicable and suffocating love. It suffocated him to know that at the university there were other guys who talked to you, that when you went out you were in danger of anything happening to you and you wouldn't come back, when you had attentions with some other cadet at the police station and you ordered their papers or offered coffee to them instead of him. It drove him crazy that others didn't know about the times you kissed or hid in each other's arms, giving out suggestive caresses without anyone noticing. He needed you to walk around with a sign on your chest that said 'property of Leon Kennedy' for them to stay away from you immediately.

And that itself was one of the things you loved most about Leon. On the outside he always seemed so helpful, kind and shy with other people, and with you he was no less, always being a gentleman who sought to court you and be helpful to you at all times. But he was not always so innocent. Especially when they were hugging, almost as gentle as ever, and he would run his hands curiously down your waist to your bottom, caressing and squeezing it. You always scolded him, but you didn't pull away, you even seemed to move closer to his touch, and even though they soon had to stop because there were people going all over the station, he took advantage of every second to hold your body in his hands by heart.

In fact, they had continued with their slightly over the top approaches. Shit, you couldn't lie but that man was addicted to eating you. Every chance he got he stroked you just enough leaving you wet and ready to have you in his mouth, making you moan his name over and over again as he held you gently and his tongue rammed into you with a desperation that drove you to orgasm. He was so needy. And you were so addicted to seeing him need you, sometimes he didn't say it, but he loved how you sought to suck him off wherever you were. You remembered that time when he shyly wanted to reproach you about the guy who kept you five minutes too long in college to talk to you, and he was sure it was to flirt with you.

"Yeah, sure, I'm sure it was to talk about homework..." he mentioned sarcastically, you could tell he was saying it almost like a tantrum, turning his gaze from you as if that little scene could get you to pay attention to him alone. He loved your attention and thirsted for it whenever he could, so he softened further when you grabbed his jacket sleeve and gently tugged, giving him a playful giggle.

"Lee..." you were getting closer and closer, and you knew it was quite dangerous considering that you were in the corner of an empty room at the university, where you had brought him to talk because of that cutting behavior he had taken out of nowhere "Don't be mad at me, baby" you felt him gasp at that nickname, looking at you with his mouth shining from licking his lips, hungry for you. You kissed in a way that you felt his hands squeeze your hips and making you almost unintentionally feel the bulge in his pants. And you always loved to spoil him, to make him feel good. You loved to feel the way his legs trembled and he controlled himself not to cum the second you put him in your mouth, like in that moment, where he pushed his cock again and again against your throat "I love to fuck ya throat, damn it's so deep" he whimpered under his breath saying how good you made him feel, that he wanted you all to himself, that your attention should be his alone. He would always cum so desperately, take your hair between his fingers and stretch deeper inside you to the point where the hangings would begin. But it felt so good that you ignored him and chased his orgasm to have your reward; his essence so hot and thick in your throat filling you mercilessly.

Then he would become the most sensitive and cute little thing, as if there was nothing left of that uncontrolled Leon, almost fainting in your arms when he calmed down and you hugged him "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." his chest would move frenetically and he would stroke your hair, soothing the tight pain his fingers had left earlier; but you loved him, you loved that every tiny touch of him remained on your skin reminding you how good he could make you feel. But you always laughed and reminded him that you had ruined his hair that morning too, choking him between your thighs as he ate you hungrily, moaning against you, so wet and weeping for his tongue. You needed each other more and more, those touches and caresses weren't enough, having each other's mouths was intoxicating but it didn't make you drunk. They needed more.

You left Leon's bed lazily. You wore Leon's shirt, it was loose fitting and fit you like a short dress, filling you with the warmth of his scent as you grinned like a fool as you made your way to the kitchen. Both had been resting all that Saturday, your father had left town for work and you were able to sneak away with Leon to his house for the weekend. You were sure that your father would murder Leon if he found out about it, but in his own words, he would be willing to take that chance.

You headed towards the kitchen with curiosity while observing everything, laughing under your breath; there were things placed in an almost clumsy way, like the plates tilted in an uncomfortable area of the cabinet, or the glasses too far away from your reach. It made you tender to realize that it was obvious that he lived alone. And that really had been the best morning of your life. Waking up and seeing your boy slumped on the pillow with incomparable tranquility, breathing heavily as his arms tightened around your waist and his curves melted into the softness of the sheets. The skin of his bare upper torso, his broad back and full of small freckles and moles being illuminated by the morning sun was a blessing. The bed smelled of him; that masculine yet clean scent that Leon had, that you could swear was very similar to the perfume of a rose, mingling with your sweet scent that you soon let permeate making his sleep deeper than ever.

"Up so early?" you heard his husky voice and a soft yawn, bringing you out of your thoughts with a small start as you cursed for being startled. You turned around with a frown ready to scold him but your voice caught in your throat when you saw him with that facade he had when he first woke up. His blond hair was slightly tousled to one side, and although it wasn't very long it fit the contours of his face perfectly. He had a wonderful body, he wasn't exactly a skinny boy, he had everything in place and with a volume that made you want to squeeze and bite him. His abdomen smoothly marked by the training at the police academy and the V-shape that was made into a light trail of hair that took you to travel beyond his pajama pants. You swore that if it weren't for his drowsy state, he'd see you drooling like a fool.

"God, you scared me" you laughed, and after feeling your face warm from your recent thoughts, you turned your back to him and started heating water to pour coffee for both of you. Leon laughed and walked over to you to hug your back, wrapping his arms around your waist. It was wonderful how his muscles seemed to squeeze you tight enough, sharing that characteristic warmth with you.

"I didn't know you'd look so good in my shirt in the morning" his voice was drowned out by having his mouth sink into your neck, leaving soft kisses that caused you to melt like chocolate in the sun. He had no mercy for you.

"Kennedy, hands where I can see them, it's too early" you joked turning to kiss him. You couldn't resist him and his loving touches, his hands seeking to reassure you that you were there and not somewhere else, with someone else. Your mouths joined in a synchronized but awkward dance, both wanting to own each other. However, you decided to pass him the coffee cup before the kiss went to the next level, hearing a moan from him.

"You know you can't escape my kisses forever, don't you?" he raised both eyebrows and bumped his cup with yours in a playful toast-like fashion, stealing a soft chuckle from you. You loved that even just waking up he was like that with you, as honeyed and gooey as a jar of natural honey. So cloying that it forced you to pinch his cheeks in an attempt not to explode with love.

That day you acted like a couple who hadn't touched each other for months. Endless kisses, caresses here and there, and hugs where more than once you fell asleep in the tranquility of his arms. They had watched dozens of movies and eaten popcorn and chocolates like two bears hibernating under the warmth of blankets. They joked constantly and wouldn't stop chattering in the middle of the film, throwing out sarcastic comments and complaining about 'how bad horror movies were these days'. And you couldn't blame Leon, a young man from the nineties who grew up on eighties horror and you a lover of the classics, it seemed almost like fate.

However, at one point you both seemed to start ignoring the movies and put the snacks aside. That little kiss that had started as a simple token of affection ended up turning into a hungry kiss where the lion's hands traveled all over your body with curiosity. Both were aware that they didn't want to live from each other's mouth anymore and that they needed another kind of approach, but you couldn't avoid feeling exalted by the whole situation; it was the first time that things went too far and, although a little shy, both looked at each other with complicity when the hands needed to move away all possible clothes, being an annoying obstacle in the way. At that moment, knowing that they both wanted the same thing, the embarrassment took a back seat and noises began to emerge from both of them; soft gasps and meaningless words as they ran their mouths over each other's skin, exploring every nook and cranny.

In a moment, almost without realizing it, you were completely naked. Your clothes in the corner of the bed while your hand clung to Leon's shoulders and he groaned between your legs as his tongue plunged so deep into you that you felt like you were about to faint "Mhm..." a moan of pleasure escaped the blond's lips, his nose brushing against your throbbing clit while his free hand stroked himself hard and dripping.

"Leon, Leon-" a loud moan came from your lips as he inserted two fingers at the same time as he sucked your folds and abused them with his saliva mixed with your juices, he seemed to savor you as if it were his favorite food, as if eating you was his favorite activity in the world "Put it in, please..." your hands clutched at the sheets as you curved your back, completely stimulated at the slightest touch. Leon came out from his hiding place between your thighs and without stopping his fingered thrusts looked up at you in surprise.

"Are you sure...?" you wanted to laugh at that moment, feeling tender at the pathos of the situation. He was asking you that? they were both completely naked and from your position you could see his glans as red as it was wet, covered in precum that made you want to suck him right there. But, however, if it was because you didn't want to, Leon would ignore all that and stop, because you were his priority.

"Leon!" you scolded him trying to get a moan to stay in your throat, but you exposed yourself too much and his fingers touched your favorite spot again, making you moan loudly and collapse on the bed again, biting your bottom lip "Stick your fuckin' cock in me or I'll kill you" you bellowed as he laughed, gently pulling his fingers out. You reached for him desperately, feeling that unbearable emptiness you needed to fill with him. He looked so eager, you could see him twitching in desperation wanting to enter you, wanting to bury himself mercilessly. That's exactly why the blond couldn't take much more, and soon you felt his face hide in your neck and he slipped in with a slowness that made you see stars. It was thick and wet, hot, and you squeezed it with such precision that you soon heard it whimper in your ear, while your eyes tried to stay focused and not give way to tears of pleasure.

"Fuck, fuck..." he moaned, you felt him start to move, taking your hips hard as you felt his body stiffen on top of you; knowing him you knew he was taking all his desire to ram into you madly just so you could get used to him "You're so tight, so hot, I just...." he bit his lower lip and you sought his mouth to fill it with your tongue, kissing him messily and angrily, you were completely gone in the way you felt him growing in your belly.

"You're so thick, so hard, fuck me, fuck me!" you moaned in the middle of the kiss, you stirred your hips eagerly and Leon didn't take long to take you firmly to pull out completely and then back in. You both moaned in unison at that action. You scratched his back so hard that your punishment was to feel him thrust into you, hitting your womb with brutality. And he seemed so soft, sweet and innocent, but at that moment he seemed to be too high on your pussy.

"You're mine, you pussy it's mine, fuck, tell me yes, tell me you're mine" he moaned in groans, the back of the bed banging against the wall, making a noise that you hoped the neighbors wouldn't mind so much. But at that moment all you were interested in was that he kept up that ferocious rhythm, ripping curses from your throat as he whispered incoherently about how much he loved to fuck you. "I'll fill you up for days, baby, I'll make you walk around in pain so everyone knows I fucked you good at night, don't you want that, my girl?" he growled under his breath, feeling his abdomen contract and the tip of his dick pounding you faster, messier, perfectly about to cum.

"Yes! Fuck yes, yes, harder!" you moaned in a sob as you hugged him and felt his face sink into your tits with devotion as he bit them, sucked them, and made a mess of your skin. Between the thrusts, so erratic, so strong, mixed with his fingers pressing against your swollen clitoris, your vision went dark as you felt one last thrust and the hand Leon held on your hip dug his fingers in and tore a pathetic moan from his lips, accompanied by your name. You embraced him with your choking orgasm as spurts and spurts of cum deposited inside you, he seemed to cum so much that you felt full, hot. You were so wet around him that you felt that soon his dripping seed would spurt from inside you to stain the sheets beneath you. But Leon stayed inside you warily, wanting to live there if possible; loving the sensation of having you tied to him somehow, that somehow such a primal part of him was filling you at that very moment causing you to still be moaning under him while he could barely regulate his breathing.

"I'm sorry, I cum too much... I'm sorry..." his face sunk into your chest as he barely regularized, and you soothed him with caresses in his hair, laughing softly once the tranquility of that blow that gave you the orgasm, finally appeared. "I'm going to clean you up, just let me..." he was going to pull away but you prevented it by pressing his face against your tits, making him sink there. He didn't seem to object, staying like a scolded but pleased puppy in that hot and comfortable area of your body.

"I need you with me, just… stay," you asked him in a breath. Leon gently stepped out from where he was, looking at you as he smiled and nodded like a happy child. He gave you a soft kiss and made himself more comfortable next to you, still not coming out from inside you. You could almost swear you were starting to feel him hard again, but in return he left soft caresses in your hair as he laughed at the sight of you almost falling asleep in his arms. His arms that were your safe place.

"I love you."

You looked to your side as you stopped checking your notebook and paid attention to him. Leon was red as a tomato and staring at the ceiling, his police uniform resting against his body, just like the first day you saw him. You felt like it was yesterday, that you saw him enter naively not knowing that you would be transformed into his desire to live every day, his desire to love someone, to desire each other with someone. He was naive not knowing that the young woman he had seen in the distance would become his friend, his companion, his lover.

"I know... I know it's silly to say it now, to say it like this but it's not easy to see you just exist and feel like my chest is going to explode, you know? I need to tell you... I love you so much that I can't stand my shame to know that someone like you noticed someone like me" he confessed. There was nothing about that awkward, awkward young man with the words and, though you didn't know it, it had been the most spontaneous sentence he had said in years. He didn't think it, he just felt it and said it. Like a love impulse, which encouraged him to improve day by day. You were his love.

"I guess I was never good at hiding that I love you..." you laughed, turning your whole body towards him as your hand gently caressed his cheek. It was a habit between the two of you, you held his face in the softness of your hands and he closed his eyes; he forgot everything for a few seconds. And yet now you could see a look of love so deep that almost for a moment you felt that tears would threaten to escape. "I love you more than you can imagine, Leon" the sincerity in that whisper, where only you and he understood each other was enough. He kissed your hand and placed his own against it, caressing it, making sure that under no circumstances would you pull away.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend...?" his gaze was on yours and although he tried to look calm and confident, a glint of fear was visible in that sea of blue his eyes formed. And you felt that you had an angel in your care, an angel that was watching over you but at the same time he was looking for you to take care of him, to accept to take care of his little hurt and abandoned heart. Leon was alone in life. He had only you, and you caressed his soul at every moment, with every word, taking care of him from bad dreams and bad thoughts, being his confidant every day.

"You know I'd be a fool to refuse" you laughed, leaving a soft little Eskimo kiss as you bit your lower lip, seriously holding back the urge to cry. It was the first time you felt the need to cry for love; for a healthy, mutual love, for a love that gave as well as received and was reciprocal in every way. "I want to be yours for life" you murmured, your lips glued to hers "because I love you more than my heart can bear."

"Thank you..." you felt his voice break softly, and you held him, held his face with love just as you held him every day with your love "Thank you for making me the happiest man in this world" he planted a kiss on your lips. As sincere and soft as the breeze coming through the window, with the sun going down in the sunset orange sky with purple sparkles. A sky that witnessed a love corresponding and belonging to each other, two lovers in love with a heart to give.

Because if Leon had you, and you had him, you would never need to say goodbye to him again. Because if you had him, in your heart you would always welcome his love, like the first time you saw him.

#leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy resident evil #leon death island #leon kennedy #leon kennedy headcanons #leon resident evil #leon re4 #resident evil fluff #resident evil vendetta #leon kennedy smut #leon re2 #leon kennedy re4 #re2 remake #re2 leon #re2 #re2make #re2leon #re4 fanart #re4 leon #re4 #resident evil 4 #leon kennedy comfort #leon s kennedy #resident evil leon #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon scott kennedy #leon smut #leon x reader #vendetta leon

[moonspirit]

For that send a ship thing, I was hoping Levihan, but if you don't ship them then eremika??

(or maybe AruAni?)

Hiya!

And I definitely do ship Levihan haha xD So here goes:

Who said “I love you” first

The way I see it, Hange probably always says "I love youuuuu" in that casual unserious kind of way - and its not just Levi who hears it, it's everyone. She needs someone to do her a task? It's a "Hey will you please do this for me, oh you will? Great, thanks I love youuuu~~"

Similarly Levi gets "I love youuuu~s" every so often when she's being annoying and needs him to put up with her rambling.

But the Real "I love you" probably comes first from Levi himself. It's hard to get him to be vulnerable with words, simply because he's a man of few words in the first place, but he says it quietly, and from his heart, taking Hange by surprise. There's no doubt he means every bit of it, and suddenly, she can't really come up with any silly joke to laugh it off.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background

Hange, lol. Levi looking grumpy and tired and cute, that's her wallpaper. He on the other hand, probably has a picture of the sunset (because he's secretly a sentimental man, but shhhh) with a shopping list widget stuck on the side so it's easy for him to see what he's got to do grocery runs for.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

Hange. And Levi fucking hates it because by the time he's reading it, the words are getting all runny and watery and blurring off, and asking her what the fuck she wrote on the mirror only gets him a "teehee! you're so slow, levi!" in response.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts

Listen, listen. I know it's easy to say Levi would get Hange very functional and useful gifts, but the man is a soppy romantic at heart. He's the one getting her a boquet of flowers, doing her a candle-lit dinner, and maybe a box of chocolates for valentines. It's his old-school gentlemanly side kicking in every time he goes gift-shopping. Hange on the other hand? Maybe a free-hot-springs gift voucher or a pair of boxers with rainbow ducks on them for him. She's a scientist, for god's sakes, don't expect her to spend time picking out the best gifts! (Secretly he finds them all cute).

Who initiated the first kiss

It was an accident. She meant to kiss him on the cheek, he turned, and smack, there it goes on the lips. She's shocked because that wasn't what she'd planned to do, and she's worried Levi will storm off, finding it to be crossing a line they've never spoken about crossing - and Levi would be disappointed inside, because that's not how he'd planned on kissing her, carelessly and without enough emotion put in. But accident it is, and now maybe they'll finally fucking talk about that stupid line - and cross it.

Once they recover, ofc.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning

Levi. I did say he's a romantic at heart. Hange sleeps late and wakes late, she's all over the bed and drooling into her pillow, he's the one getting up early to get the coffee and breakfast going. So he gives her a kiss with a scratchy "it's morning. wake up." before heading to the bathroom (because brushing teeth and shower comes first before anything else).

Who starts tickle fights

Hange! And she always loses! Cuz she's all pomp and victory at first but she's the ticklish one, not him, so when he finds an opening and stops grumbling, it's game over for her.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

Hange. Because she's running late, she's got an experiment to get started on in her lab or a lecture to give, and she's got no time to wait until Levi finishes scrubbing himself spotlessly clean. So she asks him if she can join, and is stripping before he even says yes, prancing into the steamed-up bathroom shortly after.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch

Levi. Because Hange forgets to eat when she's neck-deep in a lab-test or studying the results of a hypothesis. So he's there with all the food she hates, because she sucks at nutrition and whatnot, and she needs to get something in her system besides just junk. But he does have a very nice milkshake for her he thinks tastes like shit. But she loves it, and he loves her, and as long as she's polished off that broccoli piece she's trying to hide, then it's okay.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date

Levi!!! Romantic at heart, didn't I say! Is secretly worried and bothered about making sure Hange has a good time! Genuinely wants her to really enjoy the date, and make it as memorable as possible!

Not that you could tell any of this from his "fuck-this-shit-I'm-out" face.

Who kills/takes out the spiders

Levi. No spiders are taking up residence in his house. Nu uh. He doesn't want the cobwebs and spider eggs. Besides, he feels bad shooing them off or killing them. Better not to have them in the first place.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk

Hange. She does it even when not drunk. Need I say more?

#ask #thank you for the ask :3 #tasmiaj456 #levihan #headcanon #attack on titan #levi ackerman #hange zoe #hanji zoe #levi x hange #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk

[gemini-sensei]

Out of It | Eli Moskowitz x Best Friend!Reader

Chubby!Fem!Reader ○ Fluff

CW: aftermath of wisdom teeth surgery, Reader is high af, a small amount of blood, mostly fluff and silly scenarios. A/N: In honor of me needing to get my wisdom teeth removed soon, but it probably won't be this year in all honesty. I'm just anxious about it already.

"Are you sure you can handle this on your own?" Demetri asked from the other end of the phone call. Eli could hear the doubt in his voice, but it only made him roll his eyes. "Reader was pretty nervous going in there, so I imagine she's going to be completely out of it when she's done."

Eli scoffed. "Of course, she's gonna be out of it. She's getting her wisdom teeth taken out."

"I know that," Demetri huffed on the other end of the line, as if insulted. It only made Eli refrain from rolling his eyes again.

They carried on talking over the phone until a nurse came to the door and called out Reader's name. He hung up with a quick "gotta go" and shoved the phone in his pocket as he stood up. He walked over to the nurse with a smile and asked, "How is she?"

"Fine, though very loopy," the nurse told him. She smiled, "And giggly. Now here's what you need to do..."

She explained everything he needed to know about taking care of Reader and her stitches, no detail going undiscussed, and he nodded along. He'd already undergone a little internet research into the subject, but he didn't mind hearing it again. He was given the paper information with her prescription on it and advised about what foods she could eat while healing. By the time she was done, they'd arrived at the room.

"We're almost done with everything on our end, so give us just a few minutes to finish up, and then you're all set to go," the nurse said, then left him in the room.

Eli walked around to get a good look at Reader, smiling at her as she saw him, but he was a little too focused on her chubby and round cheeks. Naturally, they were already chubby and round, but now they were stuffed with cotton balls and they looked extremely round. "You look like a chipmunk."

"Aww, but I don't wanna be a chipmunk," she whined, voice a little muffled by the cotton. She pouted, only to drool down her chin.

He grabbed a paper towel and gently wiped it away before the bloody drool could get on her shirt. He was about to ask her a question about how she was feeling when she said something else about the subject.

"I want to be a penguin," she said. It would almost be alarming if they weren't already talking about animals. "I wish I was a penguin. They're so cute and clumsy."

"We'll, You're clumsy enough already, but you'd survive a lot better if you were a penguin," he said, deciding to just go along with the conversation. It seemed to be an indicator that she was okay at the moment.

Her eyes widened and she smiled. "I know right! They get up so fast after they fall and just- and just keeping goin'!"

"Sir, you're free to go," the nurse said, coming back into the room. "I'll be happy to help you two outside."

Eli smiled politely. "Thank you."

"Aw, but I was just starting to like this place," Reader said, looking up between them. She looked so genuine, like she really meant it, but deep down Eli knew she wouldn't want to stay there another minute.

Reader struggled the entire way to the car, though it wasn't all her fault; she threw her hands up and laughed loudly when literally nothing was happening, then tried to run ahead. Once they got Reader to the car, he fought her to get her seatbelt on and then laid the seat back some so she wasn't sitting up entirely. Then he shut the door before she could say or do anything else that would set them back from leaving.

He sat down, turned the car on, and adjusted the AC and radio. She put her hand out for the radio knob but didn't quite reach it, so she waved it up and down wildly while whining. "I wanna listen to music."

"We can do whatever you want," he told her and slowly turned the volume up. "But nothing too loud. I don't want you getting a headache on top of everything else."

"What else?"

"Getting your wisdom teeth out?"

"My wisdom teeth are gone?"

Oh, this is going to be a long day, he thought to himself.

"Yes, you had to get your wisdom teeth taken out, remember?"

It was quiet for a moment and Eli took that moment to start driving. However, Reader soon began crying. "They took my wisdom teeth? How could they do that? Now- Now I'm not going to be smart forever!"

He spared a glance at her, a little weirded out by her sudden burst into tears. "That's not true. You're really smart, Reader."

"I'm gonna be dumb forever," she cried.

He felt bad for making her cry, even though he knew it had a lot to do with the medication the dentist had given her. "Hey, hey look. I have to go to the pharmacy and get your pain meds. Do you want to get some ice cream?"

Her cries softened to small whimpers and she looked at him, nodding. "Yeahhh."

"I'll get your favorite, but you have to promise to stay in the cat while I'm in there, okay?"

"Okay."

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If getting Reader into the car was a struggle, getting her into the apartment was a nightmare. Everything he'd gotten from the de test and pharmacy was stuffed into a backpack he had to lug up on his shoulders because he had to lock arms with Reader to keep her from straying away from him. It was so aggravating mostly because it was a simple walk inside, ride up the elevator, and down the hall to their apartment.

Once inside the safety of their place, he laid her down on the couch and promised her a bowl of ice cream. He turned on the TV and let her have the remote, then walked off to the kitchen - which was t that far away - and started pulling everything out of his backpack. It wasn't too long before something happened, though, as he soon heard a ruckus from the living room and hurried to see what had happened.

Reader had effectively thrown her shoes and socks off, lost the remote, and decided it was too hot to wear a shirt. She was sitting on the couch in nothing but her bra and shorts, her rolls and chubby belly on display for him to see, as well as anyone who could see into their windows.

He all but walked to the window and pulled the curtains. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to watch Adventure Time," she mumbled, looking for the remote.

She was stood over the couch, tearing it apart whilst miraculously staying on her feet. She wobbled and swayed, tossing a throw blanket aside as she dug around for the missing remote, only for it to fly out of the blanket and across the room.

"Jesus Christ, sit down," he said. He went to her and made her sit, fixing the couch to the best of his ability before grabbing the remote and finding the show for her. "And put your shirt back on, please."

"Don't wanna," she groaned, lying on the couch. She pulled the blanket up over her body and snuggled into the cushions.

She was quiet for a while and he played the show. He put the remote on the coffee table and made sure she was okay, then left the room. He didn't want to admit that he was already a little exasperated, but this wasn't what he envisioned when they found out Reader needed her wisdom teeth removed.

Demetri wasn't going to be back for another few hours, so Eli was on his own in taking care of her. He could handle that, so long as she stayed in one spot and they didn't forget about her pain medication. So he made her a bowl of her favorite ice cream and brought it to her.

"Here you are," he said and gave it to her. He helped to prop her up with some pillows so that she could eat it, then took a seat for himself. It was the first time he got to relax since she got out of surgery and he wasn't going to take it for granted.

"Thank youuu," she said, happily scooping some of the cold treat into her mouth. She hummed and smiled, and he couldn't help but smile back. "You always take such good care of me."

"You're one of my best friends in the entire world, of course, I'm going to take care of you," he told her.

"You're like my personal nurse," she said and he frowned a little bit. As he opened his mouth to sarcastically thank her, she spoke over him. "A really hot nurse."

"What?"

"You're like a hot male stripper, but without the little outfit and you're my nurse."

"I know I'm hot, Reader," he said, rolling his eyes as his cheeks started to burn. He wanted to play off her compliment because the stripper part really threw him for a loop, but it was hard to shake. So he tried to joke with it instead. "But we both know I'm not stripper material."

"Maybe not for commercial purposes, but I'd let you put on a show for me," she giggled.

Now he wanted to know what the fuck was going on. It had to be because she was high, it just had to be. He told himself it was the drugs and tried to leave it at that.

She looked at him. "But guys like you with stripper bodies don't go for fat girls like me."

"That's not true," he told her, voice suddenly serious. "You're totally hot, Reader. Hands down, the hottest girl I know."

"The hottest girl I know is Moon," she said, but it wasn’t to put herself down. She said it in a more matter-of-fact way. Had she not said something bad about herself before, Eli might have laughed.

He leaned on the arm of the chair. "Reader, you're beautiful just the way you are. You know that."

"Yeah, but I'm not the beautifulest. Not for you."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You'd never go out with me."

"Sure I would," he said, blushing. He looked away for a moment, then back at her. "I really actually would."

She perked up. "So why don't we?"

He chuckled. "Because you're extremely out of it right now and won't remember we had this conversation."

"Oh."

She deflated, cuddling into the couch and burrowing under the blanket. He got up and readjusted her pillows, seeing the sleepiness in her eyes as she pouted. He smiled at her.

"But how about I ask you out when you're lucid again?" he asked.

She looked at him. "Really?"

"Really," he told her.

She smiled and he kissed her head, sitting back down so they could watch TV until she fell asleep. He smiled to himself, hoping this was a drugged-up but honest confession on her end because it was serious to him.

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[emmabirb8]

I've been an Invader Zim fan since 2011.

I was 15-16 at that time, and though I did thoroughly enjoy the show, I was not mature enough to really get it. Sure, it was funny, but I didn't pick up on the subtleties and style of humor beyond the surface level. I liked the wackiness and the characters, but I SURELY wasn't at a point of being able to deconstruct themes or analyze character motivations and narratives (like I very much enjoy doing now). I remember discovering an artist on DeviantArt who drew cute ZaGr stuff, so that was the pairing I liked too. I didn't think too deeply about much, and honestly, I don't think the majority of fans (if they were my age or younger, that is) did either. Everything was taken as dumb and silly for the most part, and that IS truthfully a major component of the show itself.

Getting back into Invader Zim within this past year though, I'm looking at it through a WILDLY different lens. I like Invader Zim for what it is and how it's intended to be perceived. I like that the show is meant to be dark, satirical, and tragic at the same time that it's silly, chaotic, and nonsensical. Almost everything that happens onscreen is written in to be funny above all else. (I've mentioned before that I've been watching Jhonen's Twitch streams for a while now, and I have a MUCH better understanding of his sense of humor bc of that. IZ makes way more sense if you can sorta see things from JV's perspective, lol.)

But at the same time, I also like Invader Zim for what it offers in terms of interpretation and what it can imply (intentionally or not). There is genuinely SO MUCH DEPTH to this dorky lil cartoon that a casual viewer wouldn't immediately pick up on. And a lot of that depth, I think, was not woven in purposely. The show itself was never meant to be taken so seriously. Nevertheless, I'm constantly fascinated by what IZ implies about good and evil, the nature of general society, and especially how it goes about demonstrating the devastating effects of social isolation and bullying. Meta for this series is always pretty damn *chef's kiss.* And what's even more interesting is how viewers manipulate canon to expand upon this world and these characters.

Given that I've come to understand Invader Zim better, I've also grown very fond of ZaDr. Now, while I wouldn't want to see this pairing happen in canon material, I love the potential it possesses in transformative contexts.

In reality, I get that these characters were intended to have a deep hatred for one another and a never-ending rivalry for the sake of comedy and not much else. It's an extraterrestrial perpetually throwing hands with a 12 year old because he's incompetent and his plans often fail. And that's funny. That's the point. But beyond that, canonically, these are two characters who are mirrors of each other; they're both treated like garbage by their respective peers, and they both crave acknowledgment, validation, and a sense of purpose. Throughout their story, they find they're only able to obtain these things from each other, so as a consequence of their similar personalities, they become utterly, unhingedly obsessed with each other (to a sometimes unhealthy degree). They are undeniably forever intertwined by design of how the show is set up.

And because of that, shipping of these characters was, frankly, inevitable in fandom spaces. I myself fell victim to their appeal too. (Sorry, Jhonen. 😅)

I'm not gonna go into any discourse surrounding this pairing because there's already PLENTY of that to go around online. Everyone has their own opinion on the subject, and that's fine. I respect that. Point is, even though I understand and appreciate what Zim and Dib are supposed to be in the context of the show, I also enjoy the idea of them as friends and romantic partners outside of and beyond the confines of canon.

And that's something that I think many fans who are biased toward ZaDr would also agree with! Actually, I'd say the majority of people who ship characters in ANY media would concur. We like the idea of seeing how specific relationships could develop over time and/or within different settings and circumstances. It's NOT always about wanting to see a relationship unfold on screen or in fan works strictly adhering to canon. It's about stretching canon, or in some cases, scratching canon entirely however you see fit! Who cares! It's fiction!

For me personally, I enjoy ZaDr because its attributes fall into so many trope categories that I've come to adore over the years (ones that I either wasn't aware of when I was younger, or that I didn't enjoy in the same intensity as I do now). Zim and Dib are, or could be, depending on context:

Codependent toxic soulmates

Human/non-human

Shared history

Classic enemies to lovers (or, as I often prefer it, enemies to friends to lovers)

Bicker couple

Battle couple, when put in the right setting for it

Violence as a love language

Smol and tol

The wild card paired with the rational one, the best part about this being that sometimes the more rational one is Dib, and sometimes it's Zim bc they're both a special flavor of insane

Make each other worse/stupider when together, tho oddly, they also kinda bring out the best in each other too

And, my personal favorites, the potential for hurt/comfort and angst with a happy ending, with the comfort and happiness aspects ultimately coming from each other

I like what these characters could be, to and for each other, apart from their roles in the show.

I would never want to explore a dynamic between Zim and Dib that goes beyond "frenemies" territory in canon (because that doesn't fit what the show is, and I do appreciate the integrity of Jhonen's vision). The subtle foundation for them is there, it's just that it can't really work unless a few key details are changed or manipulated, and, well...

I sure as hell like exploring every bit of that expanded potential in fan works because it's fun to imagine the various directions things could go if they were different!

This isn't me, like... trying to defend my (or anyone else's) enjoyment of this particular ship or trying to convince people to like it. Or the show for that matter! To each their own, truly. And I'm obv aware of the controversy ZaDr often incites and why. Everyone has valid reasons for liking OR not liking it, and I accept differing viewpoints on it. It's a touchy, nuanced subject to be sure. But this isn't about that.

I don't really know what this is, actually, aside from a very long very weird essay, lol. I just wanted to process why and how all of this works for me with my changed perspective from when I was first introduced to Invader Zim in my teens up until now.

It's strange, looking back. I didn't get ZaDr years ago. But I do now, and so much of it, at least from my perspective, has to do with taking the crumbs present in canon (that are undeniably there, whether you choose to acknowledge them or not, and whether they're intentional or not) and absolutely running with them to the ends of your own wild imagination.

#invader zim #invader zim meta #zadr #iz zadr #zim #dib membrane #my posts #this is... A LOT but i just needed to work thru it for my own sanity lol #said it before and i'll say it again: pls utilize the tag blocking function however you need to bc i KNOW this can be very Yikes for some #but at the same time this is my blog and i'm gonna do what i want :P

[shinestarhwaa]

Can I please request a soft smut with dom!Hongjoong that involves size kink?

But the catch is...he can still move you around despite you being taller than him.

You sure can! Writing a taller s/o is new for me so I hope I live up to your expectations <3 Enjoy! I used a female reader, hope that's okay!! Sorry for the long wait! <33333 It's not super soft lol I'm sorry but I hope you like it hehe

6cm || K.HJ

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Hongjoong x fem reader

Word count: 883

Warnings/Tags: unprotected sex, size kink, roommate!au, drunk sex, blow job, hickeys, marking, spanking, namecalling (just once), cowgirl, missionary

@anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @veronicasawyerschainsaw @whatudowhennooneseesyou @star1117-archives @wooyoungmybelovedhusband

Let me know if you wanna be on my taglist❣️

ENJOY!

''It's only 6cm, Y/N!'' Hongjoong whined as you teased him again. He brought his glass to his lips and chugged the last bit of cranberry vodka down his throat. ''What? Your dick?'' you laughed. He looked at you, offended. ''No! Not that, how could you think that, oh my god, I meant I'm 6cm shorter than you!''

''How big is your dick then?'' you giggled, obviously tipsy as hell. ''Well I've never fucking measured it,'' the shorter said, rolling his eyes at you. ''Well, can I see?'' you asked. He was silent for a moment. ''You wanna see it? Why would you wanna see it?''

''Because you're cute and I'm drunk and horny, Joongie,'' you smiled. He blushed at your directness.

He wasn't gonna lie, it seemed like a pretty great deal. He hadn't gotten laid in what seemed like forever as he had been drowning in work. The shorter didn't have to say a word to you to make you understand what he was thinking. The tightness of his pants told you more than enough.

You latched your tongue on his neck, still salty from the tequilla shot you did on it. He winced as you bit down on his skin, sucking it lightly as you created a hickey.

Hongjoong's hands ran over your thighs when he felt your hand on his crotch. His black-painted nails dug in the material of your jeans. "Are you sure? We've had a lot to drink," he asked, concerned. "I've been waiting for your cock long enough, silly," you said, ruffling his blue locks lightly.

You sat in front of him on your knees, trying to undo the (what felt like) 20,000 belts on his jeans. He laughed and unbuckled his belt, shoving down his pants and underwear in one go.

His length sprung out, standing up proudly. You couldn't help but smirk when you took his dick in your hands. You finally got him where you wanted him.

You licked the tip of his cock, making Hongjoong hiss at the feeling. His breath became heavier when you took him in your mouth, starting to bob your head up and down his shaft.

He moaned quietly, closing his eyes until you lightly pinched him. "Watch me, Hongjoong," you said as you took him back in your mouth. You worked your tongue against his shaft, coating him with your saliva.

He threw his head back, only to bring it back up again as he remembered your words. Watch me. He looked you in your eyes as you started to take him deep in your throat.

"Fuck!" he moaned out, when the sucking and slurping on his length became too much. "Stop, baby, I'll cum," he whined, but you didn't stop, sending him the message to cum inside your mouth.

It only took seconds before he spilled his hot seeds inside your mouth. "Shit," he moaned out, "baby girl, didn't I ask you to stop?" You were taken aback by his sudden change of tone. That's hot, you thought.

"Do you need to learn a little lesson? Listen to me? Hm?" You nodded shyly, impressed by his tone and the stern look in his eyes.

"Take your clothes off," he said as he took off his own shirt as well. You discarded your clothes, leaving yourself bare and naked in front of the man.

He bend you over his lap, making him smirk. "It doesn't matter how tall you are, Y/N, I can still make you my bitch." You gasped at his words. It made your pussy throb with excitement. This is exactly what you wanted from him.

The palm of his hand landed on your asscheek, causing you to yelp. Hongjoong knew your skin was rather sensitive so this was going to hurt later on.

He kept spanking you, making you moan and whine for him, cunt dripping with arousal. "P-please!" You begged him to stop. "Hm, fine," he smirked, pushing you on the floor and hovering above you.

"No matter how tall you are, I can take you. The question is can you take me?" Hongjoong asked as he slid his cock in your tight pussy. You whined loudly as he did, fhe stretch of his cock in your hole burning in your loins.

"Oh, God, Joong!" You moaned out. Hongjoong started pounding his cock in and out of you repeatedly, groping at your tits as he did. He was fast with his moves, hips snapping against yours.

"Fuck me, oh God. Fuck me!" You screamed out. Hongjoong only started to fuck you faster, harder, more rough. His nails clawed in your skin, leaving red marks.

He moaned louder when your walls started clenching around his dick, signaling you were close. He pulled his cock out of you and switched places, pulling you on top. Seeing your larger form on top of his body, sinking on his cock made him go insane.

"Go ahead, cum on my dick hm? Turn into a little mess for me," he ordered. A matter of seconds later you came all over him, creaming his dick. He came in your cunt not much later, filling your pussy with his semen. "Good girl," he praised you as you panted, trying to regain your breath.

"Those 6cm don't mean shit, see?''

#kpop #smut #oneshot #ateez #hongjoong

[anxious-lee]

|| Jayvik Tickle Headcanons ||

A/N: in the spirit of doing what I want, I decided to grant these fruity ass motherfuckers some tickle fluff. yes it is ooc but at least they're happy :,)

I use the words "you" in this list but that's just how my brain dialogue comes out fastest. the "you" is always meant to be jayce or viktor

This list is in the context that they are married, so if this isn't your ship, you might not like this list. oh and there's tickling but whatever

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- jayce and vik are both lee-leaning switches

- but viktor gets tickled slightly more often than jayce does; he's a grumpy cat man and needs the affection

- let's start with viktor:

- very very ticklish

- wasn't touched a lot throughout his life, so his skin is very sensitive

- a few skittering fingers can have him leaping out of his skin

- most ticklish spots are his underarms definitely. unfortunately his arms aren't super strong so while he of course does try to squeeze them shut to block the spots, it doesn't keep the ler out

- his ribs are his second worst. he's so skin and bones at this point that just massaging the bone through his skin has him laughing hard

- his laugh ranges from high-pitched chuckles to near-silent and breathy hiccups. jayce knows he's hit a jackpot when he hears the silent laugh

- idea from @tickly-trashcan that jayce will scoop viktor up and plop him on a counter so he can't escape his tickle attack

- tickly kisses are his kryponite

- viktor doesn't hate tickling but doesn't love it either. before he met jayce, he didn't like it at all. he thought it was undignified. he still does, but that's kind of the fun of it. what's the good in spending your life working if you don't let yourself play every now and then?

- will go along with it for the game of it or because he's simply too exhausted to fight back

- if he senses a tickle ambush coming, he'll start waving away his attacker (jayce) with his cane, threatening to bonk him with it

- i cannot communicate how cute of a lee he is. despite the cold exterior, he is a ticklish little puppy

- VERY squirmy. CANNOT stop squirming

- said it before but I'll say it again: ✨️ hiccup-laughter ✨️

- he doesn't like the fluffy kind of tickle teasing. if you must, go for snarky comments and sarcastic quips. that'll make him blush

- can't outrun his ler, so he's in deep shit when jayce is in a ler mood

- can't chase his lee either so escaping him is pretty easy

- which is why it's so sus when jayce still manages to get caught by him. almost makes one think jayce doesn't WANT to escape hmmmm???

- but back to viktor

- he is a shockingly good ler

- his hands have spent a lifetime delicately handling machinery so you know he's got some meticulous fingers

- very observant to what spots hit you the hardest

- teases you about possibly enjoying yourself because of how little you're trying to escape

- treats wrecking you like a scientific experiment. ("let's see what happens when I touch right... here" "hm. you seem to be very ticklish there. i will need to gather more data on this, for science, after all")

- remembers every one of your tickle spots. every single one.

- laughs with his lee. it's all just so silly and ridiculous ❤️

- NOW ONTO JAYCE:

- bro isn't as ticklish as viktor but he is fucking BAD

- also doesn't have as much self-control as viktor in order to hold his laughter in in time. (I can't tell you how many times he's accidentally been prodded and he's let out a laugh in the middle of a council meeting. in an otherwise quiet room. viktor teases him about this relentlessly)

- similarly to when gets caught sneaking into his lab, jayce is terrible at talking his way out of getting tickled. he panics and says the most random shit in an attempt to distract the ler for long enough to get away. viktor is unfortunately too smart for it and it never works

- laugh ranges from adorable little deep giggles to infectious belly laughter

- does actually enjoy being tickles him but is completely humiliated by it. trying to get him to admit it is like pulling teeth

- exaggerates to viktor how much he DOESNT love it and is JUST going with it to be a good sport

- ^ says the man who sits perfectly still while getting his shit wrecked

- teases that point out how much he's having fun fluster him BEYOND SPEECH. BITCH GOES NONVERBAL AT THAT SHIT

- hides his face when getting tickled, even if just a little bit

- poor boi is so embarrassed

- most ticklish spots are his sides, which make it super convenient for viktor to jab his the end of his cane into his side at any given time

- second worst spot are his feet

- in a tickle fight, viktor is the one to call mercy most of the time

- jayce has the advantage of not being crippled and ill 🤷‍♀️

- most ticklings between these two happen either when they're bored or restless in the lab or in bed as they're preparing to sleep

- jayce is not a great ler, but he loves to be one

- he is so addicted to making vik laugh to the point where it starts to get on viktor's nerves if he's trying to work

- jayce has SERIOUS ler moods. he doesn't know that's what they're called or that there's even a word for it, but they're there

- prefers to tickle with vibrations and squeezes

- teases viktor with things like "what was that? I can't hear you, can you speak up?" knowing damn well vik's laughing his lungs out

- ^ other oblivious and sarcastic teases are jayces specialty

- a very fast tickler. you think he's in one spot and then suddenly he's moved to another

- uses tickle hugs

- jayce first found out viktor was ticklish one late night at the lab when viktor refused to call it a night. jay tried bargaining with him to get him to go to sleep, but he wouldn't budge. exasperated, jay tried lifting him to bed, but when he pulled him up by his armpits, vik started to giggle and pull away. let's just say convincing viktor to sleep became a lot easier after that

- viktor learned jayce was ticklish a few weeks later. the latter was so enthralled in his notes that he hadn't noticed viktor was talking to him. after calling to him several times, vik hobbled over and jabbed him, right in his unprotected side. jay jumped in his chair with a half-laugh, half-yelp and asked vik what he needed, very flusteredly. viktor, amused, asked "what was that?" and proceeded to poke fun at him. jayce, absolutely mortified, wouldn't face him until he changed the subject.

- but they've both grown to appreciate the laughter filled moments they spend together ❤️

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WHY CANT THEY BE HAPPY FOR ONCE?! 😭

#tickle #tickles #tickling #ticklish #tickle community #lee talks #tickle headcanons #arcane tickles

[formulaborb]

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead😁👀

a little late and sort of maybe a twist on the prompt but i am HERE

George sighed as he trudged into the main part of the lavish mansion he and the other finalists were staying in.

Or rather, finalist. One contestant left without a rose, which meant that just he and Lewis Hamilton remained.

Quite frankly, he wasn't really sure why he'd gone along with this whole reality TV show thing in the first place, but George with his painfully long romantic streak had really thought he'd fallen in love with the bachelor of the season, and why not? After all, the man was tall, handsome, funny, and a great chef to boot. When George had gone on his first date alone with the bachelor, he thought he was the one.

Now, though, despite competing for his love and affection against so many other potential love interests (and winning more often than not), George found himself... uninterested.

It was ridiculous - He'd gone on so many dates, shared kisses, dinners, and even spoke at length about how perfect this guy was for him. They had so many hobbies in common and were even from the same area. With just one potential lover left, George should be feeling more ready than ever to win his heart.

But the last love interest was Lewis, and Lewis was...

God, he hated him at first, but as the show wore on, George got to know him and couldn't help but like what he saw. How could he not? They lived in the same space for months and months on end, constantly interacting in competitions and at night when they collected more and more roses.

Lewis was strong-willed, with a fiery competitive streak, and was so addicted to adrenaline that George wondered how he hadn't given himself a heart attack yet. He was so incredibly different to George - enough that he should constantly grate at his nerves, and at first he did, but then...

Then George would see how soft Lewis got when talking about his family and home. Would see how gentle he was with others, even in the midst of competition, always checking to make sure everyone was alright. Lewis would remember little details about the bachelor, of course, but also the other contestants he got along with - George included. He couldn't help but be enamoured by it all, especially when Lewis would ask him about his home or about whatever hobby he'd talked about earlier on in the competition.

They were little things, practically forgettable, but George was moved.

Because the bachelor, for all his beauty and smarts and humour, couldn't even remember George's favourite food, despite constantly saying how deep their connection was and how they knew each other "inside and out". It was silly, but George figured he'd made it this far, so why shouldn't he expect a little more?

It was the night before the final rose, and George and Lewis had finished their last solo dates with the bachelor. George had gone on a long walk with him, sharing kisses and a luxurious dinner together, with George smiling and trying to ignore the constant cameras surrounding them. It was a perfect date, ideal, but despite it being everything George would love, he was bored.

He looked up as Lewis sat down in the living space, looking similarly tired and wondered.

"So... How did your date go?" George asked hesitantly. The two had gotten shockingly close during the show, but he still felt a little awkward asking about their dates.

Lewis shrugged. "It was nice."

"Just nice?"

"How was yours?" Lewis asked back, and George bit his lip.

"...It was nice."

The two sat in silence for a long while before Lewis sighed. "Hey. Don't... don't yell at me, okay?"

George blinked. "O-okay."

"Do... do you want to go on a walk? Outside maybe? The sky is clear and the stars are out." Lewis said softly, looking a little awkward, and George found it incredibly... cute.

"Sure. That sounds nice. I could use some fresh air."

Lewis smiled and the two headed outside, ignoring the quiet cameras that followed.

They walked along the outside of the mansion for a bit, chatting about everything and nothing at the same time, and George felt lighter than he had in months. With Lewis, he didn't feel like he had to perform, and he was a little surprised to realise just how much he'd morphed himself into an ideal of his personality to fit the bachelor's wants and needs. With Lewis, he didn't have to worry about saying something wrong that would lose him a rose.

Sitting down on a hill, the two looked up at the stars.

"It's nice to relax once in a while." Lewis said softly, and George gazed at him, admiring the way the moonlight lit up Lewis' side-profile.

Perhaps it was the moon, or nervousness about tomorrow, or any number of things, but George began to wonder.

He'd gotten to know Lewis just as much as the bachelor over the months, perhaps more so due to their constant proximity. He'd seen Lewis in all sorts of states, both beautiful and annoying. He'd gotten on Lewis' nerves and vice versa. Competed with him, laughed with him, cried with him.

Lewis turned to look at George, who didn't look away, and somehow understood that he was on the same page.

"Hey... don't yell at me, okay?" George said softly, and Lewis gave a gentle smile.

"Okay."

Heart beating in his chest, George leaned forward a little, closing his eyes and capturing Lewis' lips in his.

He felt his heart soar when Lewis kissed back.

#gewis

[jaylienpotter]

Jegulus microfic | 1.8k

TW: implied sex, trauma, discussion about sexual abuse/assault, discussion about r*pe, incest

Obliviate

"Hey Reggie!" James placed a sweet and eager kiss on his boyfriend's lips. "Sorry, the boys wanted to do something and when I said I was ditching to see you, well, your brother stalled me even more..."

"Ugh. Typical Sirius. He's such a drama queen. One of the few things he takes after the family." He rolled his eyes, the icy blue nearly on the back of his head. It was almost scary, the things he could do with his eyes. Like stare you down, even if you're way taller.

"Well, what do you feel like doing? Where shall our date be?" He grinned at the word 'date', always a lovestruck puppy. He was so obviously in love. After they told people about their relationship, he'd use every moment he could to tell the world who he was dating.

Regulus pretended to be annoyed but he found it quite cute. James was a summer child in a teenager's body. "My dorm...? It's empty. Will be for some hours."

"Lead the way, my star."

Jamie had never been to the Slytherin common room, immeadiately pointing out the "depressing" lack of light. He wasn't expecting, however, a big window to the inside of the lake. He talked about the differences from the Gryffindor's (which Regulus had already been to). He had to be quite literally dragged away from the water's view, into the dormitory. The door had barely closed before Black kissed his boyfriend against the wall.

"You talk too much."

"Oh. Uh- okay." Poor boy looked like a deer in the headlights, somewhat disoriented from the unexpected deep kiss.

"You're cute when you're flustered."

"Oh, really?" Tanned hands wrapped around a smaller, much paler body, plump lips against the downturned smirk. The kiss was teasing yet silly, some chuckles or giggles escaping in between pecks. They progressively got more intense and deeper, the sneaky marauder placed his leg in between Reg's, pressing up. He got pulled away.

"Shit, sorry! I thought- Don't worry, we don't have to do anything if you're not ready." The sincerity could be seen through the panic in his dark, warm eyes.

"It's okay. Don't worry about it."

"I'm sorry, the way you said for us to come here because we'd be by ourselves... and pushed me against the wall... I got the wrong idea, I'm sorry. But I won't do anything you don't want me to, alright? I promise."

The shortest sighed, looking down. "It's not that, I just-" Words got stuck "-It doesn't matter."

"Of course it does... Reg, you can talk to me. What were you going to say? I won't get hurt or mad or any of that."

His gaze was avoided for a few seconds. "Do you promise you won't tell anyone? Not even Sirius?"

"Is he involved...?"

"No. I just don't want him to know."

"I respect that. I solemnly swear I'll keep it a secret." The other boy took a deep breath and sat on the bed, followed by his boyfriend.

"When... when I was 7, the family gathered for my aunt Druella's birthday party-" He paused for a few seconds. "My cousin Bella called me up to her room to play. I was happy because Sirius was talking to Dromeda so I went." James was silent, listening attentively. Which Regulus appreciated. "She uhm... we played a game - rather, she told me to play a game - in which I was supposed to have my eyes closed and guess what I was touching. First it was things like a quill, a family heirloom... Then she placed my hand on her boob. To me it was just a game so I guessed. When I got it right she praised me-" An exhale left abruptly, one he didn't know he was holding back. "And... Lastly she put my hand- like... in her, you know...? Like... Inside her vulva."

Beetle eyes widened, but before he could get an answer, Reg kept talking. If he stopped, he might not have the guts to ever finish.

"She used my hand to make herself feel good and I opened my eyes. I didn't understand what it meant back then. It was a tad weird, given the purpose of the 'game'. But I didn't know better, I mean I was a child."

"How old was she?"

"17. She's 10 years older than me."

"Fuck... Reggie I-"

He extended his white palm, faced towards the listener. "I'm not finished." He hoped it didn't sound rude. He just couldn't stop now. "She tried to obliviate me after she was done. But she didn't do the spell right and I looked so confused already that it seemed like it worked. She doesn't know I remember." He sighed, allowing for comments or questions. He needed a little break.

"I'm so sorry... That's- that's fucked up. Really fucked up... Can I hug you?"

"No, at least not yet." He was offered a hand, which he took in his. Thankfully Potter wasn't judging him. Nor making him feel guilty for it. It was comforting. "Bellatrix- she wasn't the only one. In the summer before my second year, my uncle Cygnus pulled me to the side. Locked the door, did an impertupable charm and took his pants off. Told me to suck him. I didn't want to. Already understood what it meant. But he said he'd use Imperio and I didn't have my wand. Screaming was useless. Plus, there's Dark Magic in the family, I don't doubt he'd use it. So I did it. Felt horrible. He tried to penetrate me afterwards but it didn't fit. He didn't want the family to find out from my crying face and decided to just finish in my mouth. I guess like father, like daughter." His deep breath was jagged, as if he had said all of it in one breath. His snuffle made him realise he had started crying at some point. He hated crying. Fucking hated it. Taught it was weak.

"You never told anyone...?" Blue eyes met brown for the first time since they sat down.

"No. You're the first." Not even Pandora. Reg loved her. She was his bestest friend. But he was too ashamed to admit what happened and saw no reason to expose himself. "My uncle told me no one would believe me, that I'd be ridiculed and get taken out of Hogwarts. Thanks for not making me feel bad about it..."

"Of course, love... I'm so sorry that happened to you... I'm here whenever you need to talk about it. About your feelings." Soft fingers cleaned the wetness from pink cheeks.

"Thanks, Jamie. But I'm not ready for that yet. I'll accept that hug, however..." His amazingly supportive and kind boyfriend opened his arms wide, wrapping them around the small body lovingly. He caressed jet black hairs, kissing that head right after.

"I'll always be here for you. And you don't have to worry about sex, alright? If we never do anything it's okay. I don't mind. Just want to be by your side." More tears fell. Although these ones were out of happiness, relief.

"I think I love you."

"I know I love you."

#I didn't specify Regulus's birth sex #that way u can hc him as trans or cis #marauders #marauders era #marauders fandom #the marauders #harry potter marauders #dead gay wizards #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #tw: sex #tw sex #tw r4p3 #tw: r*pe #tw r*pe #regulus x james #james x regulus #house of black #the most noble and ancient house of black

[venuslvv]

Request for Eddie: he gets a call during the day for a sale from a regular customer. He says that it should be a quick 20min job and he'll be back in time soon for your date day. But when 45mins pass you start to get nervous, to burn off the nervous energy you start to clean up around the trailer. When you start on Eddie's bedroom you find an old shoebox with all the things you have ever given him, even the notes you used to pass in class. You never realised how sentimental Eddie could be

this was so cute !! i changed a little bit the idea but here it is <3 thank you for your request

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An old shoe box in the deeper of his closet. Lots of shirts and jeans cover the blue treasure, but you still can see a bit of it.

Your eyes search for any sign of Eddie. Even when he left 45 minutes ago, even when he told you he'd be back in 10, even when it was the day of your monthly date. Something about an important call on Family Video. But okay. It was fine.

You were patiently waiting for him until you weren't anymore and now you were here, in his closet.

Was not on purpose. Boredom led you to remember that time when Eddie said that you could take any shirt of his, the one you wanted, and the least that you could do due to this situation was steal one of his shirt, so that's what you did. Or you tried to.

Your feet led you to his closet where you contemplated your options. A black Black Sabbath t-shirt with the name of the band in a worn purple, a Led Zeppelin t-shirt that Eddie hid with shame because he said that it wasn't metal enough, the Hellfire one, a flashy white with Metallica's lyrics in a blood red...

But none of those items of clothing caught your attention as much as that bright blue cardboard box that rested hidden away.

Feeling a bit bad for being noisy you let behind the shirts and kneeled to grab the box. The dust made your nose itch.

"You think he will be mad at me if i open this?" You said to his guitar, kneeling on the floor and looking at it.

You thought that Eddie's craziness was sticky, because now you were talking to a guitar. And even worse, you were waiting for an answer.

"Forget it" You murmured and your hands opened the box

You might have expected that box to have anything in it if we're talking about Eddie fucking Munson, but you couldn't have guessed what was really in it.

Letters. There were letters.

And not letters from other girls, confessing their deep love for Eddie and obscenities about what they wanted him to do to them. No.

They were your letters.

The letters you had written him a year ago, when you were still friends embarrassed enough to confess your love for each other. Your fingers make contact with the pastel pink paper, your sloppy handwriting is drawn on the surface, squiggles and misshapen hearts adorn the sheet.

Inside the box are five more of those letters, because apparently your past self was too fond of Eddie to keep quiet. One yellow, one lilac, one red, one green and one orange. They all followed the same format, surrounded by scribbles and your handwriting recounting some event of that day and leaving clues of your love for him, hoping he would catch them between the lines.

You took a breath before continuing to investigate the box, your heart is beating fast and you don't know why.

Underneath the letters were the notes you passed him in class, when the teacher wasn't looking and you were bored. A pile of cut and folded papers with badly drawn pictures and sentences that at the time had been funny. You remember a few of them, the memory making you laugh lightly.

But the laughter quickly fades to watery eyes. Tears blur your vision as you look at the silly drawings, movie tickets, poorly taken polaroids on cheap paper, even the chocolate wrapper you gave him on February 14, when you weren't even dating yet.

The idea of all these notes and letters was never meant to be kept, but the fact that Eddie has collected them all over the years makes your heart melt just a little bit, and your eyes water even more.

"Don't tell him that i cried because of this" you said to his guitar, not caring about looking crazy now.

And it's even dumber when you did the same for him. The movie tickets that you knew by heart, because you also kept them hoping to keep the memory of you and Eddie alive.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddiemunson x y/n #eddie stranger things #stranger things #joseph quinn #stranger things 4

[zeezelweazel]

Creepypasta| Would you still love me if I was a worm?|

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It's been a while since I've last done cp headcannons but I still love my girls so here you go ;)

I'm also thinking of doing stuff for honkai star rail or the quarry

Characters Included : Laughing Jill, Zero, Clockwork, Jane the Killer, Nurse Ann

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• Laughing Jill •

You've heard from Nina how this question is supposed to expose wether your girlfriend actually loves you unconditionally or not and you decided to test it. Of course you took it with a grain of salt because this is Nina we're talking about.

You choose to ask her after you guys finished a mission together, it was the perfect moment honestly. She was "cleaning" her fingers of the remaining blood when you asked her the big question.

" So um, Jill would you still love me if I was a worm? "

Jill paused what she was doing and just stared at you for a moment. After a while she poped her finger out of her mouth and smiled.

" You'd be such a cute snack love. "

" Jill I'd be a worm. "

" I meant what I said. "

" Jill- "

• Zero •

You didn't take the question seriously yourself but you were very curious to see how she'd answer. You weren't disappointed.

You two were casually chilling in your room when you asked her.

" Hey do you think you'd still love me even if I was a worm? "

Surprisingly she didn't even think about it, like she was waiting for you to ask her that question.

" Can't we be worms together? Think about how cool it would be! We'd have our own house in the dirt and then- "

She kept talking to you about your worm life for the next 30 minutes.

• Clockwork •

You honestly shouldn't have expected much from clocky. This woman has zero patience and the emotional intelligence of a dried cactus.

" You'd still love me if I was a worm right? "

At first she thought it was some kind of inside joke she missed out on but when she realised you were asking seriously she gave you a very serious answer.

" Fuck no. Why would I love a worm? How would that even work. "

Your first reaction was to cry but then her very serious answer to such a silly question just made you burst out laughing.

At least no one got upset. Clocky is always upset so that doesn't count.

• Jane the Killer •

You were feeling insecure lately but didn't want to actually face it so instead you opted to ask your girlfriend this question hoping for a little encouragement and praise, even if she gave it to you unknowingly.

" Would you still love me if I was a worm Jane? "

Jane was currently in the middle of gutting someone so probably not the best moment to ask, oops.

" Ah, of course I would. I don't think it's right to keep such creatures from their habitats but I would visit your favourite spot in the mansion's garden every day. "

She knew, she always did. Even if you didn't tell her about your insecurities. You both smiled at eachother before a gurgled scream brought you back to the present. Right, back to killing then.

• Nurse Ann •

You and some other pastas were playing truth or dare when Ben, that little shit, dared you to ask your girlfriend that question. He knows as much as you do that Ann hates meaningless questions but of course mom didn't raise a bitch.

When you entered the infirmary, you noticed Ann was working on something. As if this wasn't bad enough already, she hates destructions during work. You took one deep breath and-

" Would you still love me if I was a worm? "

You saw her eyebrows twitch and for a second you thought you were as good as dead. She clenched and unclenched her hands... Yep you were dying today.

And she continued working like normal. After that you started turning around thinking that she wouldn't answer when you heard a soft and raspy voice behind you.

" Yes. "

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#wlw #female reader #creepypasta imagines #creepypasta #creepypasta x female reader #laughing jill x reader #zero x reader #clockwork x reader #jane the killer x reader #nurse ann x reader