#💜 / love her madly

[anonymouscheeses]

They are everything to me.

[movedto-mrs-bluemarine]

Shout out to selfshippers with F/os that are just "villains of the week". Shout out to selfshippers who rewatch the one or two episodes or who reread the three or four chapters your F/os are in knowing you don't get any other canon content of them. Shout out to the selfshippers whose F/os are just the "henchmen" to a bigger bad, who always get knocked down and don't really get a chance to shine. Shout out to the selfshippers whose F/o's wiki page looks like this

Y'all are so brave

[the-illiterate-pirate]

Man what's even the point of taking a bath if there's no meek blond servant man shyly shampooing my hair while trying not to stare at my naked body huh

[movedto-mrs-bluemarine]

@funnyvalentineswife reminds me of Funny and Maggie too tbh

“I’d kill for you. Please ask me to kill for you.” “No.” Is a top tier ship dynamic no I do not take criticism

[signfromeywa]

"I was so afraid I lost you, I will never let go of you again" Ean'tu

He is so madly in love with that woman, he would kill for her and he is a pacifist. He would let the whole world burn for her. 🥺💜

Ana left everything behind for him, became a new version of herself and even rebirthed for him to be with him! No one can come between their love 💜

(own Characters Ana and Ean'tu 🥰)

[astralnymphh]

yess!!!!! omg romantic sex where there’s like no one in charge and they’re both sooo lost in it just desperately wanting to make each other feel good

.ᐟ ☆⋅. honestly, i think in the case of "nobody in charge" would automatically craft the scenario as tribbing—only. maybee there's some leniency for strapping, but i think this town needs some more tribbing literature ౨ৎ the crimson hot entanglement of flesh in the throes of her mightiest passions— a chalice of her sentiments unveiled the second her lips are nipping spit like paint off the plump of yours. kisses magnify her every little need, converting those feelings into words in a whispered crescent, air cupping your ear soft, "w—wanna feel y'on me, baby— babe, please.." n ur endowing so much emotion into her, but her appetite of you is just so intense— her reciprocation can only be sported with her grinding into you~ the pair of you just a panting mess, chucking masses of breath down each others throats. eating up every little hitch of moan when the bulge of your clits brush so flawlessly, head of her bud then kissing yours and smushing down— ts' not even about cumming anymore, nay the wet arousal making everything slippery, forget the sore whisper enveloping her nipples, fuck the obscene fantasies. it's you, it's always been you. after every bite of trauma dusking her subconscious like a loom— it's always been you lightening her doorstep, and it will forever be you to share your pleasure with her. consumption of pleasure— in a gossamery fashion, wisping into each other. fuckk and she looks so red, her cheeks biting off cold and lips swollen to a pucker, and you can't even get a visual on her fingers, but you can damn near feel the pulse of them lacing fleshy twists of your waist— so so vulnerable, love made her, that of a purebred adoration. "fuck—uuhnn.. cum with me— pleashe, baby, baabe— need y'closer." she croons madly, puncture of her nails growing acute when you reply sweet of caramel, "i will— ellie, m'gonna w—wait f'you, won't cum withouu.. y— haahh~" and she— bound of her request, yanks you closer and pinches your cupids bow in her needy tumid lips, shutting her fair lids to the sensations you bring in every impel your bulge splits her folds apart, practically fucking her heart— cause oh boy was it baying for beats and blood.

apologies if this isn't so thourough im abt to slumber 💜 but thinkin' of my girl dearly. just looook at her, doesn't she just deserve a cup of your love??

[movedto-mrs-bluemarine]

@rhiatargoed-selfships

Musician f/o who spots you in the audience during a concert and winks at you

[nowritingonthewall]

Hey, Chrissie. Love you. You know that. Okay, I heard people were talking shit about my girl Elvira. Story time!! Last year, I went to the BAM opening night party of The Sign in Sidney Brustein’s Window. I met Oscar who was lovely and told him immediately that I was a huge fan of Elvira’s work as an aspiring filmmaker myself. He lit up like a Christmas tree. He said “You should tell her that!!” She was talking to someone and I was like she’s busy and he practically shoved me at her. “She would love to hear it! Go tell her!” I did and she was so sweet. She said I need to make tons of movies so they (she and Oscar) can go see them and was floored when I told her she was an inspiration of mine. So I can tell you straight from the source that couple is madly in love, Oscar supports the shit out of his wife, and most importantly, Elvira is a goddess among mere mortals. To truly be a fan of Oscar’s, you gotta love the amazing artist he is married to and makes his life possible. The end.

OMG Jess, I love you, too 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

You were literally the first person I thought about when it comes to amazing fan experiences with Elvira, but I wasn't sure whether you'd be comfortable with me openly talking about it here.

So thank you so much for sharing your story with us 💜💜💜💜💜

I am not even joking, you all need to read this 🥰

[twignotstick]

Broken Brothers (and How to Fix Them)

Part 3 💜 | Part 1 <- 🧡 | Part 2 <- 💙

Note: This story is based on @cupcakeslushie 's Empyrean Weeping au. These characters are not my own, and this story is in no way canon to the main story. I wrote this as my love letter to the story and the characters. Especially April :)

Tags: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, ROTTMNT, Donnie & April, April & the Turtles, NOT MY CHARACTERS, Empyrean Weeping AU, recovery (hehehehehe), talking it out because we're adults, skating, social avoidance? idk how to tag that

Warnings (if there's anything I should add here, tell me please!): yelling, some violent actions

Words: 2,065

Summary: April was able to figure out her first brother easily. Now, she gets three more, with a couple more issues to worry about.

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One brother was already a lot. He was sweet, if a little violent. April was content with one brother.

Then she found out he had two more. Lost in their youth, taken away, never to be seen again. Suddenly, one wasn't enough. April wanted three brothers.

So she got them. One by one, she welcomed her new brothers into their home. She helped them feel safe and welcomed. And, in turn, they helped her learn her place as a big sister.

Now, four? Four whole brothers? That was pushing it.

Donnie was a wild card. Some days, he'd bounce around madly, blabbering about whatever “improvements” he'd made in the lair (always putting Splinter on edge, yet he could never find any problems with whatever Donnie did, probably because his brothers did damage control before he could catch it). Other days, he'd literally hiss at April until she left. Not just left the lair; left the sewers.

This day was supposed to be one of those days. Donnie was visibly shaking with all the pent up energy in him. The brothers had apparently had an “intervention” with Donnie after the previous night, when he had almost broken a major support beam in the lair just so he could collapse it on April. Now, he wasn't allowed to show violence to April in any form for a whole week. In exchange, he'd be allowed to take a single blood sample from each of his brothers, which was the weirdest trade April had ever heard. But Donnie really wanted it.

And boy, was it hard for him.

“Did you see that?! Did you see? I totally landed that one!” Mikey yelped, shaking on his skateboard.

“Good job, big man.” Raph stepped up beside him, lightly touching Mikey's shoulder and making his eyes widen as he tried to maintain his balance.

Mikey had been wanting to practice his skate tricks, and Raph wanted to make sure he did it in a safe environment. The skate ramp in the lair was perfect. Even if they were just practicing kickflips at the bottom, it was safe and contributed to good vibes.

While Raph and Mikey stood at the bottom, April, Leo, and Donnie sat at the top with their legs dangling beneath them. Well, April and Leo's legs were dangling. Donnie was perched up like a frog, knees thrown out to the sides and his hands curled on the edge of the ramp. Leo, of course, was between him and his self proclaimed mortal enemy, absorbing as much murderous intent as he could. It was a lot, to put it nicely.

“Do you think he'll ever actually get to use the ramp?” Leo asked, enjoying the spectacle of his youngest brother getting properly babied by his oldest.

“Four is definitely tough enough to survive a fall from this height,” Donnie responded cheerily. “His shell is the best of all of us. A human, on the other hand, would likely get severely injured if they were to be shoved off the edge.” His face grew the slightest grin at the imaginary violence.

“Watch the language.” Leo raised a brow to Donnie. “And it's Mikey, remember? Not Four.”

“R-right!” Donnie stammered, patting his hands on the side of the ramp. “Four is Mikey.”

“No, Mikey is Mikey. His name isn't Four, and it never was. Just like my name isn't Two, Raph's name isn't One, and your name isn't Three. You're our brother. Donatello.”

Leo was getting slightly agitated, and Donnie- or maybe Three- was starting to fidget and rock back and forth. It was clear that Leo wanted Donnie to just give up all this number talk and act like their childhoods hadn't happened. But that was just an impossible task. April could tell that this situation would be quick to spiral.

“Hey, uh, Leo?” April asked, getting his attention.

“Yes?”

“Betcha can't do an ollie.”

Leo turned fully to face April. “A what?”

“I-it's a skateboard trick…” Donnie said, causing Leo's attention to whip around again. “F- Mikey showed me a couple days ago.”

“Oh.” Leo's brow ridges tightened as he whipped back to face April. “You think I can't pull some stupid skate trick? You are so on.” Leo slid down the ramp, using his carapace like a sled. “Mikey! Give me your board!”

Donnie watched him slide down with wide eyes. “Has he… ever skated before?” He asked, mildly concerned.

“Nope. Never even touched a board.” April smirked. “He's gonna be stuck down there for at least an hour.” She looked over at Donnie, who was gazing down at his brothers with a lost glaze over his eyes.

“You wanna go join them, Donnie?”

The softshell's neck popped as he snapped to glare at April. The murderous intent that had been building suddenly channeled into his face, and he growled before standing up and stomping away swiftly toward his recently decorated room.

April glanced down at the three brothers having fun, then pushed herself up to follow the one who wasn't.

“Wait, Donnie! What's wrong? I-”

“Stop.” The turtle hissed, not turning around to face her.

“Stop? Donnie, what did I-”

“I SAID STOP IT! STOP CALLING ME THAT!” He pressed the heels of his hands into the sides of his head.

“What do you mean? Just tell me what's-”

The turtle turned on his heel in the doorframe. “JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! I don't know how to put it in a way your STUPID HUMAN BRAIN WILL UNDERSTAND!” His face morphed into a manic grin. “Goodbye! So long! Sayonara! Toodaloo! GET OUT OF MY FACE!”

The door slammed shut, and April was left breathless.

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April came back the next day to a much quieter lair. The boys were keeping space from each other, whether consciously or not. Raph was wandering around, trying to act like everything was okay. Leo was training in the dojo. Mikey was spending more time around Splinter than he usually did.

The final brother was still locked in his room.

April decided to join Mikey to bring him his second meal of the day. The first one, a small plate of rice, was still outside the door, now cold and dry.

Mikey knocked lightly, barely tapping the door with his knuckles. “Donnie?” He whispered. “I've got more food for you. It's your favorite- flavorless mush! I tested it myself, no taste at all. I promise!”

The offer was met with silence.

Mikey sighed and let his shoulders slump, backing away from the door. “I just don't get it,” he muttered pathetically. “He hasn't even come out to pee, April. Do you think he's just peeing in a cup? Or a corner? Does Donnie have a pee corner that we don't know about?”

“Mikey, it's okay.” April grabbed his shoulder. “First of all, yes, he probably does, and that just means we get to bond over cleaning his room when this is over. Second, you shouldn't have to worry about this.”

“I'm so sorry, April.” Mikey looked down to his feet. “I don't know why he hates you so much. Maybe if we hadn't-”

“Don't apologize,” April interrupted. “If anyone needs to apologize, it's me.”

Mikey looked back up at his big sister with wide eyes. “Why?”

She sighed. “Because I did something wrong.” April took the food from Mikey's hands. “I'll get him to eat. I'll text you if things go super wrong, but otherwise, ignore any loud noises. I have a feeling this might get… violent.”

Mikey puffed his chest. “Roger, roger!” He saluted and rushed down the hall, supposedly to find Raph and warn him of April's plan before he could start panicking.

April stood next to the door. “Hey, bud,” she started. “It's April. I've got your food, and I'm not gonna leave until you let me in to give it to you.”

After about two minutes of just standing there and getting no response, April sat down. She would say something every few minutes, just to remind him she was still there.

48 minutes later, the lock clicked.

April opened the door slowly. Glancing around the room, she could see the state of disarray it was in. Clothes carpeted the floor, as well as abandoned scrap projects. The turtle was cloaked beneath blankets on his bed, only his bright eyes glaring out at the invader.

She left the door open and stood to the side, getting just close enough. She didn't want him to feel threatened or trapped. She placed the (well cold by now) food next to the growling blanket pile and backed away. Waiting a second, just until he proved he would actually start eating, she spoke.

“Why don't you want me to call you Donnie?”

The pile shifted. “You just… you just can't.”

“Why not?”

“...because Splinter gave me that name. It's my name as his son. As Raph, Leo, and Mikey's brother. Not yours.”

April was about to pose a question, but the softshell suddenly sat up and started showing his anger. In the action, he also revealed the red marks growing on his arms from squeezing them.

“Because I don't care how much time you spend around us. I don't care how much One likes you, or how much Four draws you, or how much stupid stuff you watch with Two! You aren't related to me. It's scientifically impossible. We don't share any genetic material. You aren't my brother!”

With frazzled eyes, he turned and grabbed April's collar, bringing the two face to face.

“And you are most definitely not my sister.”

He shoved April away and sulked back in his den. The girl decided to take the violent outburst as an invitation to get closer, and sat on the edge of the bed.

“...that's okay.”

She only got a sniff in response.

“I don't need to be your sister. Or your brother. All I want is to be your friend. And if that means I call you something else, that's okay. Just tell me what you want me to call you, and I'll do it. Maybe I can call you Purple like Splints has been. Or I'll call you Three, if you really want me to.”

The turtle, Donnie to some, showed his face, keeping the blankets wrapped around his shoulders. His fingers were digging into his upper arms.

“And I know you might not like me, but I'm not going anywhere. Your brothers like me, and they'll be upset if I go away.” When she saw the softshell's grip tighten, she quickly added, “And I know that if they had to choose, they'd pick you. But they don't have to. They don't want to.”

The turtle stared aimlessly in front of him. “...I don't… I…”

“I can just not call you anything if you can't decide. Y'know, just call you ‘dude’ and stuff.”

His shoulders lifted higher, touching the sides of his chin. “That… that works…”

April smiled wide. “Great.”

The two sat there, just accepting each other's company. Donnie's tight posture slowly loosened, and April focused on making sure his breathing was even.

This poor boy had never known true family. He had never known learning to trust people and taking them in. He had never been taken in. This concept, choosing family, was so foreign. Because to him, family wasn't something you could choose.

April would never allow that. Never again.

“...sooo, do you have a pee corner?”

“What?!”

April held her hands up defensively. “Mikey said you haven't come out to pee! I just wanted to know if you had a pee corner!”

“No?! Why would you automatically assume I have a pee corner?”

“Because you haven't come out of your room to pee! What, do you have a pee cup instead?!”

“No!”

“Then what have you been doing?!”

Donnie pointed to a spot in the room, and April looked over to see a very D.I.Y. toilet, made of scrap metal welded together. (She could recall that Donnie's welding materials had been taken from him weeks ago.) “I hooked it up to go straight into the tunnels,” Donnie boasted proudly. “I even dug the holes myself! Digged? Dug.”

“...yeeeah, we're getting rid of that,” April grimaced.

“WHAT?! WHY?!”

“YOU KNOW VERY WELL WHY.”

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[In time, Donnie would let April call him by his name. And, in time, he would learn that his name was his, and his alone.]

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And that's it! Totally! April has started on her long journey to fixing all of her broken brothers! She has NO OTHER BROTHERS THAT HAVE ISSUES, why would you ever think that 🟥🐢

This part gave me quite a few problems. Knowing that the "Maps" comic is probably going to explore April and Donnie's relationship, I was a little scared about making assumptions. Also, you don't realize how difficult it is to write someone who isn't all there until you're actually trying to do it. Eventually I just said "screw it, if he's out of character, its fine". So now we're here :)

ALso, no one tells you how motivating and powerful the high you get when someone you look up to praises your work is, I thought this would take me WAY LONGER to finish 🤡

aanyway, congrats to all the tmnt au comp winners, again. Can't wait to see who moves on from here :D

Part 4 -> ❤️

[movedto-mrs-bluemarine]

Long haired F/o imagines!

Imagine them letting you play with their hair, getting to run your fingers through their tresses with their head against your chest ❤️ them letting you shampoo/condition their hair for them when you both take a bath together. Getting to help them trim off the ends when the time comes, or just letting you brush out the tangles because it feels so good. Long haired F/o supremacy

[movedto-mrs-bluemarine]

CUUUUTE

I made emojis for Jay and Wes 💞💞

And one for Jodie and Blackmore!!!

new game: make an emoji for you and your f/o (or you and your f/o together!!) using emojikitchen!

[the-illiterate-pirate]

Apologies for posting OC smut on main but can't stop thinking about Jodie sucking Blackmore's figink conk sloppy style in some alley when she's horny

[tevanbegins]

Well, I wanted to ramble a bit about how I totally love everything about the way Buck's bisexuality arc has been handled so far on 9-1-1. 💗💜💙 The sheer positivity and euphoria on display about it within the show makes me so profoundly happy! There has been no shame spiral, no element of exclusively targeted biphobia, only pure queer joy and acceptance thus far. 🌈 Buck accepted his newfound identity with ease, and his friends and loved ones also accepted him easily (his parents' hilariously weird reaction is a different story, but let's not get into decoding that right now.)

But it is Tommy's acceptance of Buck's bisexuality I really love the most. I especially adore how Tommy respects the fact that though Buck has only recently discovered he liked kissing men, it won't change that Buck has been attracted to women and will continue to be (Their exchange during the first date in 7x05 — I'm not lying about who I am / I didn't say you were, I was talking about me.) Tommy is a gay man but he is not at all insecure about Buck's attraction to multiple genders, and is not the least bit doubtful of Buck's same-sex attraction towards himself. And I think that is absolutely wonderful to see!

Moreover, this is kind of a contrast to the Hen and Eva backstory wherein Eva is shown to get pregnant from Denny's bio-dad (I don't exactly recall if Eva cheated on Hen with the man, but I think she did, correct me if I am wrong though, may have to rewatch.) Eva was a dark character regardless of her sexual identity but whatever this storyline was, it still emphasised the harmful "bisexuals get around" narrative, which shouldn't be condoned.

That's why I love this easy acceptance of Buck's bisexuality, specifically from Tommy's end so much, because bisexuals are often not only discriminated against by queer-phobes in general, but also face discrimination from within the LGBTQ+ community too. I hope Tim Minear and the writers stick to this positive approach towards Buck's bi-acceptance (self as well as from fellow queers and non-queers), because this is a rarity to see on screen. I'm sure there are more examples but I think the only other time I've seen this kind of all-round positive bisexual acceptance is for Alex Claremont-Diaz in Red, White & Royal Blue. And similarly, David Rose's pansexuality on Schitt's Creek. Whereas on shows like Grey's Anatomy, Station 19, How to Get Away With Murder, etc. I've also seen a bit of biphobia on display in the same space they attempt to showcase bisexual pride and queer representation.

So considering everything, I really want to see Buck and Tommy's relationship grow moving forward and see them be happy and madly in love, but I also want to watch them navigate different challenges couples encounter in their romantic journey and stay committed to each other through the highs and lows of it all. But while the writers are at it, I really hope they never reinforce any unfair bisexual prejudices through the narrative. Because the way it's been positively dealt with in season 7 by Tim & Co. is truly precious, and I wouldn't want anything about it to change! ✨🏳‍🌈

[icycoldninja]

I’m sorry I just love this idea so hear my out: DMC 3 Dante X fem gf reader where they have like a really cute and fluffy late night call (basically phone pillow talk) cause y/n’s parents forbid her from dating Dante

Alright, here it is, extra fluffy! Enjoy! 💜

Secret chat (DMC3! Dante x Fem!Reader)

Giggling softly, you crept towards your bedroom door and quietly slipped out of it, padding down the hall to your parents' darkened bedroom. You pressed your ear to the door and listened intently for any sounds of movement or talking, but were thankfully only able to hear soft snores. Glad that they were finally asleep, you returned to your bedroom just as silently as you'd exited it and shut the door carefully before snatching your phone from your nighstand, leaping into your bed and sliding under the covers, a wide smile on your face.

Your fingers practically trembling with excitement, you dialed your boyfriend's number and (im)patiently waited for him to pick up. After two rings, you heard a click, followed by his voice.

"Hey, babe, miss me?" A massive grin erupted on your face as you eagerly responded,

"I sure as hell was. How are you?"

"Good, pretty good...been missing you a lot though. Folks still being hard-asses?" You nodded, sighing softly.

"Yeah. They caught me texting you once and threatened to cancel my phone service if I contact you again, so now I can only call you when they're asleep."

"Damn, that sucks. Can't wait for ya to get the hell outta there and come live with me...think of all the cool shit we could do together," Dante chuckled lowly, his voice echoing through the phone. "Could cuddle all day 'n night...no need to look over our shoulders cause we're free as birds." You laughed, adjusting your position and pulling the covers further over your head.

"I'd love that, but I love my parents, even if they are bit strict. I can't just up and leave."

"Yeah, alright," Dante sighed, though there was a tinge of laughter in his voice. "Should've guessed--my girl is the sweetest and most loyal chick to've ever lived." You felt yourself blush at the compliment, and unintentionally out a small grumble-whine. "Aww, what's wrong?" Dante cooed, laughing some more. "My girl not know how to take a compliment?"

"Shut up," You retorted, jokingly, before changing the subject. "So, did you do anything interesting today?" Dante let out a long exhale before responding,

"Nah, not really. Well, I did kill this giant demon lizard with 400 eyeballs, but not much else. You?"

"I mostly just missed you all day."

"Aww, baby..."

"What? It's true! I miss you whenever you're not around."

"Ah, you're so sweet. I miss you too, y'know. I love ya."

"I love you too, Dante." At that moment, Dante yawned, prompting you to yawn as well.

"Ya tired?" He asked, yawning again. You nodded, sighing and rolling over.

"Yeah..you?"

"Very." He yawned again, then groaned; judging by the cracking of limbs your heard in the background, he was stretching. "Wanna go to bed?" You hesitated, before shaking your head and responding,

"Nope, I wanna stay up and talk to you some more."

"What? C'mon," Dante sniggered playfully, "You'd pick me over a good night's sleep? Now I know you ain't thinking straight."

"How can I?" You giggled, grinning. "I'm crazy over you."

"Ah, you're just butterin' me up," Dante chortled, "You're so sweet and I love that 'bout you. Well, to be honest, I love all of ya."

"I love you too, Dante," You answered, blushing madly. "I love you so, so-" You paused to yawn, "-much."

"You sound real tired," Dante remarked, "No wonder, it's almost 2 A.M. Go get some rest, babe, otherwise your pretty face'll have dark eye circles."

"Ok," You conceded, reluctantly. "Love you, baby."

"Love ya too, sweetcheeks. Sweet dreams. Can't wait till our next secret chat."

"Me too, Dante, me too," You agreed, puckering your lips to make a kiss sound that Dante could hear. Then, you hung up, turning your phone off and sliding it back onto your nightstand before curling up under your blankets and getting ready to drift off to sleep.

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

Hii!! Could you please do a Dwayne one shot where he’s staying over her house and sees her doing her curly hair routin scrunching it with the product and he wants you to try it on him even tho you tell him it won’t work cause his hairs straight.

Thank you I love your writing!!😅

Thank you so much! I hope you like this 💜

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"The door's open!" I called as I heard the by now familiar knock on my balcony door. I had hoped to be finished by the time he arrived, but the shower had been incredibly warm and nice - so I had taken a bit more time than usual. I stood in front of the sink, looking up with a smile as I saw Dwayne enter my room.

"You're early," I applied some product to my hair, twirling some strands around my finger to form the curls.

"I figured you wouldn't mind," he put a bag with takeout down before entering the bathroom. "What are you doing?"

"Making sure my curls will look nice." I had just finished diffusing my hair and was now scrunching the curls.

"What happens if you don't?"

I grinned as I made a loud, exploding noise. "My hair will look big... and interesting - but I prefer it to look fancy like this."

"Alright, teach me."

"What?" I looked at him as I walked into my bedroom, smiling as I noticed that he picked up my favourite food.

"Teach me how to do your curls. Once you become like us, and you don't have a reflection anymore, I can do it for you."

He made it sound so simple, so sweet. I bit my lip, smiling softly. "Can I show you on your hair?"

"Will I get curls?"

"Probably not, it's to straight for that."

"They would've looked good on me, though."

"Everything does." Dwayne chuckled, pulling me in for a sweet kiss. "Don't forget your food."

I nodded as I took a bite before getting the supplies from the bathroom. He had already taken his jacket off, so it wouldn't get wet when I started my hair routine on him. I showed him how to use the different products and how to form the curls - with him being incredibly good at using a hairbrush to form them.

"And after diffusing you scrunch them again, and that's it."

"That's it - love you've been at it for almost half an hour. That's not a matter of 'that's it'."

"Beauty takes time." I grinned at his teasing tone, putting the supplies back in the bathroom.

"Whether you spent hours or only a few seconds on your looks, you're still the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

As he finished that sentence, I was close to grinning madly. "You know you've already got me, right? There's no need to flirt," I teased.

Dwayne moved on the bed so I could sit between his legs as he put my TV on. "I know," he kissed me, "doesn't mean I have to stop."

I giggled as I looked at him and noticed his hair.

"What?"

"You've got one lock that's really trying very - very - hard to stay curled."

He grinned to, putting a movie on. By the time the movie was halfway through even the final, brave semi-curl in his hair had given up. It was as straight as ever.

"If I braid your hair, it will definitely turn wavy," I said thoughtfully as I ran my fingers through his hair. Dwayne shook his head. "It's almost dawn. You can try that tomorrow."

"Or now? I might have gotten new black out curtains, an pd extra thick fabric to out over my windows."

"I can't, love. I still have to feed too," he kissed me softly, turning the TV off for me. "I'll help you set it up tomorrow."

"Alright. Be careful out there."

Dwayne chuckled - of course, he was the baddest thing out there, but still... he gave me one last kiss, and then he was gone.

[mah-t-wordblog]

Secret

Tickletober day 19

Lee: Tanjiro Kamado

Ler: Giyu Tomioka

🧡💜🖤🧡💜🖤🧡💜🖤🧡💜🖤🧡💜🖤🧡

Ships: NONE

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Tanjiro was sitting outside the butterfly mansion, he was observing the landscape, but it wasn't just the landscape he was looking at

In the place where she always sat was Kanao, surrounded by butterflies, she smiled at them as if they could talk

Tanjiro sighed and smiled, he was madly in love, he wanted to be with Kanao forever

The girl heard some noise and moved away, but Tanjiro was still looking at the landscape, in love

“Tanjiro?”

“AH!” The boy exclaimed

Giyu Tomioka appeared, sitting next to him

“Good morning, Mr. Giyu” the boy said politely

“What were you looking at?”

“Nothing” the boy turned red, Giyu found it strange

“Are you lying?”

“Huh… no”

“You're blushing”

“No, I'm not!”

Giyu observed him calmly “you have a secret”

“I don't!”

“Tell me”

“I don’t- AH!”

Tanjiro screamed as he felt a squeeze on his side

“Tell me”

“Nohohohoho!” Tanjiro held Hashira's hand, but he had another hand to attack him.

Running his fingers up the redhead's body, Giyu tickled him.

"I'm very interested in what you have to say."

“IHIHI DOHOHONT- AHAHAHA”

Giyu grabbed one of the boy's arms and tickled his armpit. Tanjiro (who was already laughing a lot) laughed even harder.

“PLEHEHEAHAHAHASEHE"

"Only if you tell me your secret."

"YEHES YEHEHEHEHEHES"

Giyu let him go and waited for him to catch his breath.

"Tell me."

"So... huh... I..." Tanjiro was embarrassed.

"You're in love."

The boy's eyes widened.

"How did you-"

"I'm sorry, I said it before you did. I already noticed."

"Do I look that in love?" Tanjiro covered his face with his hands, hiding a nervous smile

“You were looking at Kanao Tsuyuri a lot”

Tanjiro laughed a little, Giyu smiled

“Don’t worry kid, everybody fall in love, she’s very lucky you fell in love with her” the hashira stood up

“Wait sir… everybody? Are you in love!?”

Giyu’s eyes widened and he started walking faster

“No!”

Tanjiro followed him “Giyu! Giyu!”

“Leave me alone!”

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Tickletober yayyyyy 💛💛