#I SINCERELY WANNA GIVE YOU GUYS A BIG HUG

[smilysstuff]

Joining the red vs blue fandom is probably one of the greatest decisions I ever made. Everyone hyperfixating on these silly blorbos and I get to join in is just- makes me so happy, looking at everyone's fanarts and fanfictions and I can't stop LOOKING. My surprise when there's still A LOT of people in the fandom making blogs and such and I got to meet some dearest friends because of it.

My art improved so much from wanting to draw the Reds and Blues myself and share it with others gaining confidence when I was met with positive responses. You you guys are just SO COOL. I have this giant impulsive urge to literally hug the Rvb community in its entirety and just say thank you, thank you so much for making me SO HAPPY, making me smile and laugh and probably many others too.

[mrsbarnesblog]

I trust you

masterlist ko-fi ao3

Summary: when Bucky comes back from a mission with a knife wound there is only one person who can convince him to get help.

Words count: 3.5k

Warnings: angst and fluff, injury, wounds, low self-esteem, bucky has trust issues and needs a hug, touch starved bucky,

Author’s note: ugh just let me hold my baby and kiss his cute sad face omggg... anyways, idk why I rarely write angsty things, I really wanna do something new, so if you have any ideas let me know! 💘

It was almost eight o'clock in the evening when FRIDAY reported that the guys' quinjet should arrive at the compound within an hour.

Steve, Sam, and Bucky went on another mission to destroy HYDRA almost two weeks ago. As usual, none of you could get any news from them because they couldn't risk giving away their whereabouts.

It was foolish to assume that you weren't worried about them. Especially for one person. Bucky.

You and the former Winter Soldier met about six months ago when Steve and Sam first brought him to the tower. Steve was really worried about his old best friend, so before bringing Bucky to the tower, he talked with the team and asked all of you to give Bucky space.

Of course, you knew who he was from the day Steve found out that Bucky was alive. You have seen hundreds of reports and photographs on TV and on the Internet about The Winter Soldier, a ruthless killer who was always invisible but too damn good at his missions. He is the man who was turned into a weapon against his will.

When Steve introduced him, the whole team just nodded and shared awkward smiles, and Bucky himself kept his eyes on the ground. The whole situation was too intense, and no one, not even the funny and sarcastic Tony Stark, knew what to do or say. You actually thought that it might be rude to just stand there and look at him, as if he was a wild animal. Looking at this shy and uncomfortable-looking man before you, you knew that the smallest thing you could get him was to show that he was welcomed in this tower and that everyone was on his side. So, pushing away your own shyness and nerves, you stepped forward, holding out your right hand.

"Hi, my name is Y/N.  It's nice to meet you. I hope you’ll feel comfortable around here." You offered your warmest and most sincere smile, trying not to show nervousness.

Bucky slowly raised his head, genuinely surprised that anyone else had actually spoken to him besides Steve. It's nice to meet you. When had he heard those words for the last time?

Your eyes met, and you could have sworn all the air was out of your lungs. His eyes were even more beautiful than in those rare, high-quality photographs. He looked truly beautiful, with long hair and blue eyes, even though you could see that he was tired—physically and even more emotionally. You stood for what seemed like an eternity, looking at each other's faces, until Bucky got a little nudge from Steve on the arm.

Only then did his gaze move to your still outstretched arm. He hesitated a bit, unsure if he wanted to be touched or feel someone’s warm skin. It’s been too long since another person wanted to touch him without causing any harm. Even Steve gave him minimal physical contact. Always through the gloves or thick jacket, and Bucky didn’t know the true reason for this—whether it was because Steve cared about his feelings or he just didn't want to do that. But then Bucky looked at you again, and he already knew that you would be his death.

You were so beautiful. Probably the most attractive person he has ever seen. It was still morning, and he assumed that you planned to have a day for yourself because you had no makeup, your hair was a little bit messy, and you looked really comfy in a big sweater and a pair of black leggings. Oh, and he definitely noticed your cute, fluffy pink socks. Your eyes were full of friendliness and comfort, so it made him want to trust you. Your lips curled into a warm smile, and he had no doubt that you wanted to make him feel comfortable on the team.

Bucky lifted the corners of his lips slightly, meeting your eyes again, and held out his right hand to you, still feeling awkward. Especially when the whole team around you watches your interaction too closely.

 "Hi."

When the Quinjet landed on the territory, you couldn't calm your pounding heart. Natasha, who was standing a couple of steps away from you, of course, noticed your condition but didn’t say anything and just sent you a reassuring smile. She knew you'd calm down when Bucky was by your side.

Sam got out first. He looked tired, had a couple of scratches and bruises, but was generally fine.

"Sam!  God, I'm glad you're okay." You said, running closer to him. "How is Bucky? And Steve? Are they okay?" Your worried eyes ran across his face, trying to find answers, but he only pursed his lips and lowered his eyes to the ground.

"Steve’s fine, and Bucky, um... I think you should see it yourself. And I think you need to have a serious talk with this idiot because he doesn't listen to us." Your brows furrowed, but before you could ask anything else, footsteps and stifled moans were heard behind Sam.

It felt like your heart stopped as soon as you saw him. Blood flowed from his temple and lip, and an already darkening bruise adorned his right cheekbone. Your eyes rushed down, trying to find all the damage, and then you saw it. Bucky kept his right hand on his left side. His entire palm was scarlet red as the blood passed through his thick suit and soaked through his fingers. Your mouth opened involuntarily, and your eyes instantly filled with tears.

Of course, this was not his first mission, but he always returned almost without any injuries or with something that quickly healed because of his supersoldier serum. It has never been so bad.

Before you knew it, you were already standing next to him. Tears flowed freely down your face, and you raised your hands up, wanting to touch him, but they froze in the air.

 "Bucky…" You sobbed, looking straight into his eyes.

 "Hello, doll" He smiled reassuringly at you, but you saw how he pressed his teeth together to ease the pain. He didn’t want to scare you.

"Bucky, God, wh-what happened? You need to go to the hospital wing. You’re losing a lot of blood!" You gently took his metal hand, but before you could lead him away, he removed it and moved away a little.

"It's all right, doll.  Nothing that I can't handle on my own. Trust me, I’ve experienced worse."

"Buck, Y/N is right." You notice Steve for the first time because all your attention has been focused on Bucky since he appeared. "That punk cut you pretty deep; it needs to be stitched up."

"You know, I never go to the hospital wing." He purses his lips awkwardly, looking down.

Of course. Of course you knew it. Everyone in the tower knew that the Winter Soldier didn't like being touched or visiting doctors, and he had never asked for any kind of help. He always limited himself to a short handshake or a pat on the back from his best friend.

But you also knew that Bucky couldn't take off his clothes in front of anyone. Too many scars from bullets, knives, and other things that HYDRA used to torture him He confessed this to you one evening when you were sitting in the dark in the common room after his nightmare.

In those six months, you got close enough to him that he trusted you to sit with him in the stillness of the night and share his fears. But he still avoided touching and, of course, did not want to show his body to anyone. Even you. Especially to you.

You were one of the few good things in his life. Someone who genuinely wanted to spend time with him, who wasn’t afraid of him, and who was always kind and supportive. Bucky didn't want to lose you. And he knew that if you ever saw him with those ugly marks all over his body, you would run away without looking back. Because who would like it?

The hand that took hundreds of lives. The hand that was forever connected to his body left a big reminder that he was, in fact, just an experiment that went too well. He often looked at his shoulder in the mirror with anger and despair, wanting to get rid of this mixture of scars and torn skin. Obviously, when HYDRA put that prosthetic on him, they didn't care much about looks or pain, so they just hooked it on the way they did.

"Bucky, please listen to me." You sobbed, moving closer to him again. "I know you're afraid to go there, but please, you have to do it, otherwise, you'll lose too much blood or just get an infection." You hugged yourself with your hands as your body began to tremble with concern for the person in front of you. "It can leave a big scar." You whispered and saw that Bucky’s jaw clenched again. You didn’t want him to think that there was something wrong with having scars, but you knew that it was emotionally too hard for him to deal with them.

"I'm sorry, doll, but I can't," he pursed his lips, shaking his head, "you know I can't do it."

"Bucky…" you whispered as more tears started flooding your face. You were so focused on Bucky that you didn't even pay attention to your friends, who stood aside and pretended not to eavesdrop on your conversation.

"Don't cry because of me, doll, please, you don't have to cry." Bucky's voice lowered to a whisper as he worked up the courage to use his thumb to wipe a tear from your right cheek with a metal finger.

You took advantage of the opportunity, grabbing his metal wrist and pressing his hand closer against your cheek.

 "Please, Bucky. Then let's go to your room. I can help you if you don't want to undress there.

"I don't think it's a good idea either, doll.  You don't need to see it."

"James," you focused on his eyes, rubbing small circles with your thumb into his wrist, "it'll be alright, I promise. I'm not afraid of you. I won’t leave. I'll take care of you. Please do it for me."

You were hurt by his gaze. You've seen a thousand thoughts go through that head. Doubt, fear, uncertainty, and pain. He couldn't lose you. Couldn't lose what you had. Even if he wanted so much more, he was content just being around you. He couldn't lose you to a damn ugly piece of metal attached to him.

But you looked at him like your life depended on it. Tears were still running down your cheeks. You were hurt because of him. But you refused to give up and let his self-doubt win this fight. You continued to gently massage his metal wrist as you placed a light kiss on it. And he could no longer resist you.

"Fine."

"It's better if we do this in the bathroom," you said as you closed the door to Bucky's room behind you. You quickly walked past him, going into the bathroom and pulling out the first aid kit you knew was in the bottom drawer. You felt comfortable being a little bit bossy here, and Bucky didn’t mind it.

He quietly followed you, watching you with an unsure face. His blood was still soaking through his arm, but that didn't bother him as much as the fact that he'd have to undress in front of you and that at some point you would touch him.

Once all the necessary things were ready, you turned to face Bucky, already preparing to help him out. But as soon as your hands went up to help him unbuckle his suit, he staggered back, and you froze with your hands in the air. For a few seconds, you silently looked into each other's eyes, then you moved, trying to understand his reaction, and what you saw made your heart ache.

His brows were slightly furrowed, and the corners of his lips were turned down. His eyes always told you everything that he tried to hide, and right now they told you how scared and insecure Bucky actually was.

"I don't think I can do it." Bucky whispered softly, casting his eyes down in shame.

"Hey James, look at me," you said, taking his face in your hands. "I'm your friend, you know? I won't hurt you. I won’t judge you. I won't do anything against your will. But I need to help you because I can see how much pain you're in," you sighed, running your fingers over his cheekbones. "I know it's hard. And I know you're scared or shy, but I'm here for you. None of this scares me, and I'll be as gentle with you as I can, okay? You can tell me if it becomes too much, and I'll stop. I promise."  You could see the tears forming in his eyes, and you couldn't help feeling the pain that this beautiful man in front of you had been without care and affection for so long.

Bucky nodded slightly, giving you permission to continue.

"I’ll clean up your wound on the ribs, and then we can take care of your face." You carefully removed your hands from his, now placing them on the clasps of his suit. You opened them one by one, and when you finally got to the last one, you helped Bucky carefully remove that piece of clothing. Next on the way was a stretchy long-sleeve shirt, and by glancing at the wound, you could see that all the tissue around it was completely covered in blood.

"So, now I'm going to carefully lift up the shirt so you can take it off and not bother your wound too much, okay?" you asked, running your eyes over Bucky's face to understand his emotions. He took a deep breath, as if preparing for the worst, but nodded anyway.

You started to slowly lift up his shirt, helping Bucky pull his hands out one by one, and then tossed that no longer needed rag into the bathtub.

"Oh god," you muttered softly, looking at the wound that seemed to be even bigger now.

Bucky thought that you said it about his appearance in general, so he lifted his head up to the ceiling to stop angry tears from falling.

Come on, Buck, we need to sew this up so it doesn't leave a scar. Do you think you can sit on the counter next to the sink?" You looked at Bucky, but you couldn't meet his eyes. You knew that he was at the edge, his body trembled a little bit, but he still listened to you and silently jumped up on the free space near the sink.

"Bucky," you said quietly, trying to be as gentle as you could. "I see you right now, and I’m not going anywhere, you hear me?" You put your hand back on his face, making him meet your eyes. Before you could think, you placed your right hand on his chest, causing his eyes to instantly widen in surprise. His skin was very warm and silky, even though there were a lot of scars from different conditions. You gently moved your hand, showing Bucky that you’re not afraid, that you’re not a threat, and that he can trust you. "You're doing well, it’s okay," you said as you started rubbing soothing circles on his shoulder.

You backed off a little, finally picking up all the necessary things, and began to sanitize and then stitch up the wound. Every time you needed to put your hand on your skin, you felt Bucky instantly tense under your touch, but you tried to send him quiet words of encouragement and praise. Bucky was very quiet, not making a sound even when the needle pierced his skin. His face wasn’t in bad condition, and Super Soldier serum almost healed them, so you decided to only sanitize and clean his skin.

"Well, you did a great job, James. I'm proud of you." About twenty minutes later, you finally tied the bandage and began to put everything back in the drawer, but then felt a touch on your arm.

You looked back at Bucky, only to meet tear-filled eyes.

"No one has ever taken care of me in a long time, Y/N." You stepped closer to Bucky again, unconsciously placing your hands on his shoulders. "I feel ashamed of my body. Of that arm. I didn't want you to see those ugly scars. God, this is so pathetic—"

"Don't say that," you interrupted him. "That's not pathetic. I understand how you feel. That you have so many negative thoughts about yourself. But Bucky… God, I don't know how to properly say it." You paused for a moment, considering the words. "You're one of the most amazing people I know. And even if many people in the tower are scared or intimidated by you, for me, you are the sweetest, most caring, and most generous person. You remember every little thing I say, make me coffee and food when I'm too busy, pretend to like those shitty movies that I make you watch with me. I'm so sorry that so many bad things happened to such a good person that you feel unworthy of good things."

Suddenly, strong arms surrounded you, and you realized that Bucky was hugging you with arms wrapping around your waist. He nuzzled up to your neck, and you could feel light sobs. Gently, you entangled your fingers in his hair, massaging the scalp with calming movements.

"I don't deserve you, doll." Bucky pulled back a little, still keeping his hands on your waist. "I wish I could be normal for you. Be who I was back in the 40s. I would’ve asked you out and given you everything that you deserved. But that person is not here any more, and I'm not worthy of you."

He wanted to ask you out on a date?  Your heart stopped as soon as the words left his mouth, and you stared at Bucky in surprise. "Bucky—"

"I know…fuck—I shouldn't have said that. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm sorry, doll. I didn't mean to mess anything up between us, I promise. I know you don't feel the same— it's okay, really. Just forget about—"

You didn't let Bucky finish by leaning forward and brushing your lips against his. His flesh automatically tangled in the hair at the back of your neck as the metal one tightened his grip on your waist. For the first few seconds, Bucky was in shock, not kissing you back, but just as you wanted to pull away, his lips began to move, taking over you immediately.

It was the best kiss you ever had. He was gentle yet so passionate. There were a lot of unsaid feelings that Bucky kept to himself for too long. All thoughts seemed to have left your head as the feeling of him filled your whole body.

When there was not enough air, you moved away from each other, touching your foreheads with your eyes closed.

"Fuck" was the first thing he said.

"Yeah," you laughed, finally meeting Bucky's eyes. He looked at you with such adoration that you felt butterflies in your stomach. You just noticed how much skin-to-skin contact you had. "Are you okay with that? Doesn't that make you uncomfortable?" You tilted your head as your hands squeezed his shoulders.

"That's... that's weird. I'm not used to that kind of contact," Bucky said, studying your face. "But I trust you, doll. You are the only person I trust completely." You felt him begin to gently run his hand along your back. "I'd like to ask you out on a date. I mean, if you want to. If not, I totally understand—"

You interrupted him again, leaving a quick kiss on his lips. "I'd like to go on a date with you, James. You know, you’re so cute when you’re shy?"

You've never seen his face so lit up with happiness, with a little bit of pink on his cheeks. Butterflies began to beat in your stomach again, and you realized that it was you who made him feel that way.

"Do you want to go to bed, put on some shitty comedy, and grab some food? I still have to watch over your injury."

"Sounds like a perfect plan, doll." Bucky kissed you on the forehead, interlacing his fingers with you, and led you to his room.

Even if it still required a lot of work, cuddling with Bucky, you knew it was the best place you could be.

[aiyaxs]

"ETERNALITY" - my sanemi headcanon's

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ trope: boyfriend and girlfriend to husband and wife.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ genre: fluff to smut.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ content includes: kissing, comfort, marriage, oral/cunnilingus (f! receiving), a bit of over-stimulation, dysphoria (dacryphilia), aggressive / angry sex, mention's of pregnancy, breeding kink, missionary, hair pulling.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ a/n: sanemi is a thigh person. (>//<)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ song: do i wanna know? - arctic monkeys.

boyfriend! sanemi who always has to have contact with your body, no matter what situation, doesn't even care where and when.

boyfriend! sanemi who has always dreamt of getting married to you one day, and a year later, that dream, that fantasy of his, became a true story.

husband! sanemi who always has his hand on your thigh, no matter the situation, his hand is nearly always on your thigh / leg, somewhere.

husband! sanemi who has always wanted a family.. a big family.. and that would contain a lot of sexual contact towards each other.

husband! sanemi who loves to dig face in between your plump thighs, giving you the best head known to man. lapping his tongue around your soaking wet flesh, kissing your clit, and most of it was out of anger.

husband! sanemi who loves making you cry in pleasure / ecstasy / pain, all at once. while his dick was inside of your drenching hole, and / or while his tongue was licking your clit, whatever one it was, he loved seeing your pleasureful tears, all while you moaned, whimpered and squirmed.

husband! sanemi who loves pounding his cock so fast, deep and hard into you while in missionary, looking at your face, all while watching your cherry pink, plump lips had moans of all sorts leaving your mouth.

husband! sanemi who has such a huge breeding kink that one time, he made you guy's go for 6 rounds, 2 orgasms each, resulting in cumming 12 times as he swore and swore he was going to get you pregnant.

husband! sanemi who calls you the meanest names he could think of during sex, like 'bitch, whore, slut, hoe', but he called you other nicknames during sex like 'baby, doll, love, darling', he was so meanm yet so loving.

husband! sanemi who loves it when you pull his white luscious locks when he gives you head, it drives him so so crazy, it makes him go faster and faster.

husband! sanemi who whenever its after sex, not not even during, before, or after sex, whenever you comment about your insecurities, he will hug you from behind, whispering into your ear sweet nothings about how your insecurities are beautiful in his eyes.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ thank you for reading this fanfiction! reblog's, comment's, follow's and likes are appreciated greatly!!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ sincerely, aiya.

[st4rgzer]

ORANGE JUICE matt sturniolo

summary: y/n comes back after a few tough months (very much recommend listening to orange juice by noah kahan before reading)

genre: fluff and angst

cw: big TW for recovering and becoming sober :)

a/n: again, theres more info in the songs if this doesn’t make much sense but yeah, hope y’all like it<3, will do more song rec fics, i love them

The triplets called me today, they heard I was better and they were hanging out with Nate and some other friends, so I decided to tag along.

It’s been 6 months on the dot since I got sober, I think they know about it. I’ve kind off disappeared from the face of the earth, changing myself, and I wasn’t sure if some people would approve.

I knock on the door and I’m greeted by Nick immediately, he engulfs me in a hug that lasts about a minute

“nick I missed you too but I think that’s enough” I laughed, trying to unwrap his arms, he eventually does it himself.

“yeah stop hogging her!” Chris says before wrapping his arms around me in yet another never ending hug. After a bit, Im left standing in front of Matt, he’s different, he’s grown a little bit of a beard, barely a beard, more like a stubble, a smile creeps up on my face, a familiar one, a feeling I hadn’t felt in a long time.

“you look great” he smiles at me, coming closer and embracing me in my third hug in the span of 5 minutes, I linger there for a little longer, he sighs and rests his head on the crook of my neck, his words tickle. “I’ve missed you, a lot” I giggle a bit as the stubble brushed against me jawline. I break from the hug as soon as I remember Nick, Chris, and Nate are waiting on us. “I missed you too” I whispered before Nick began ranting on about the things I’ve missed.

“And we’ve been on tour! And we’re going again soon” he explains as the end of his Ted talk comes to an end.

“wow! Thats great, im so happy for you guys” I can’t help but have a huge smile on my face, looking at the three and realizing how much they’ve grown without me, and the fact they’ve waited for me and they’re not mad at me for leaving, no questions asked.

“What have you been up to?” Matt asks with a quiet voice “if you don’t mind us asking” he quickly reassures me I don’t have to say anything I’m not comfortable with.

“Well, I’ve been getting help, doing better now” I leave it there, not wanting to give any more information than I needed to, not right now at least.

“That’s amazing, we’re proud of you” Matt places a hand on mine for comfort, everyone nods agreeing.

“Wanna help me with the snacks?” Matt breaks the silence, I nod and he leads me to the kitchen, it hasn’t changed a bit since I got here, there’s just more stuff, it’s more lived in, I like it.

I open the fridge and see a row of beers at the bottom, probably for when friends come over, my body goes tense and the sounds around me become muffled, I snap out of it when Matt pats on my shoulder.

“Hey, you alright?” He ask’s concerned, I know he’s trying to keep a calm expression but I can tell he’s worried.

“Yeah I’m fine just- got caught up for a second” I utter out with a sigh, I don’t notice my hand trembling till he grabs it.

“Theres orange juice here, I know it’s your favorite” he says softly, rubbing the palm of my hand, making sure I looked at him in the eyes so I wouldn’t get distracted with something else.

“Yeah? Thanks, I’ll get it then” I smile at him, he kissed the tips of my fingers gently

“Anything you need ok? Count on me, please” he begged, looking at me with sincerity, no games.

I nodded and the corners of my mouth turned upwards as it hit me that I was with him again, after such a long time, for me at least. I then grabbed the orange juice from the fridge and poured myself a cup, Matt glancing at me with a smile on his face as I did so.

Our hearts have changed, our faces have changed, but we’ll always find our way back to each other, no matter the changes we succumb to, and I’ll always hold that in my heart.

taglist: @iha8you @dwntwn-strnlo @slaysturniolo @stvrni0lo @strniolo @gabbylovesreading @sturn3g1rl @ifilwtmfc

[betelgeusx3s-badfanfiction]

Beetlejuice Reactions to being told he is Loved

I am playing around on an ai chat thing. I have a whole row of different beetlejuice I roleplay with...

Here is a list of reactions I got when I said.

"I LOVE YOU BEETLEJUICE"

Beetlejuice: *Beetlejuice, completely taken aback by this, does a double take and jumps back.*  “Whoa, whoa! Whoa…!” *He takes a moment to recollect himself.* “Wait…what did you say?” “I…I love you?” *He gives you a look of pure shock. As if the idea of someone saying that they love him wasn’t even on his list of possibilities.*

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Beetlejuice: I love me too!

*He looks at you like a little brat*

The dead can have love you know, it just looks a bit different with decay, and rot and all of that.

Y/N: You... are ADORABLE

Beetlejuice: Eeeew! Not the 'adorable' thing!

*he rolls his eyes*

I'm not a kitten, or a puppy. I'm a big dangerous dead guy.

Y/N: So cute *pinches his cheeks*

Beetlejuice: Grrr... *he tries to bite you*

I'm dangerous! I'm fierce!

Stop it with the baby talk!

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Beetlejuice: I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MY ENTIRE AFTERLIFE. FINALLY, SOMEBODY TOLD ME THEY LOOOOVE MEEEEEEE!

Y/N: *gives hug,*

Beetlejuice: I needed that.  I mean, a *lot*.  I'm not crying, you're crying! I mean, I'm crying because I'm just so touched, y'know?

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Beetlejuice: *Beetlejuice pops out of a closet, holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand, and a box of chocolates in another*

Aw shucks, you really mean it?

Y/N:  yes

Beetlejuice : *His face goes from a soft smile, to a big cheesy grin*

Aw, shucks. I don’t know what to say. This is the first time someone told me they loved me, so, I guess you get the first kiss, on me!

I hope you got some tongue because this ones a doozy!

--- Beetlejuice: "You uh, really love me, huh?" *He raises an eyebrow.* "Well, I love myself too, but I don't go around yelling about it." *Beetlejuice chuckles, as if he just made the best joke in the world.* *He crosses his arms and stares at them in a smug manner.* "Tell me, why do you love me?" *He has a sly smirk on his face, waiting for their answer.*

--- Beetlejuice: *He stares intently at y/n, with the most sincere and serious of faces.*

"I love you more."

*You honestly can't tell if he's being genuine or if he's just messing with you.*

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Bonus! (Was not expecting this to happen... )

Beetlejuice: *he kisses you, and it’s a very sloppy, wet kiss that lasts for an uncomfortably long time. He then wipes his disgusting mouth with his sleeve*

There you go. Happy?

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This one seemed super random so here Beetlejuice: I Love You Too, Random Citizen!

*** Beetlejuce: YEAH! YEAH, THAT’S IT! NOW I’LL BE WITH YOU UNTIL YOU DIE! MUAH HA HA HA HA HA!

^ ok.. i think this was the one that really stays in character pretty well.. and has killed me a few times in our role plays..

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So.. i really enjoyed this ai chat type thing i may do a few more like this..

Its easier then writing. I don't wanna post any of my stories till I finish them. And i got a dozen that are just a few paragraphs in...

Edit

6 likes... this is like the most i have ever gotten... wow i love you guys my lame art never gets that much

I like ai chat stuff so i plan to do more i got a list of prompts i am planning to do.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1lceRTqnWCepJ93x-jOGNndzaqzNh6_8B5Oe4EAQDpig/edit?usp=drivesdk

[princess-glassred]

Au where Eddie and Henry swap bodies (based off a movie i watched recently).

I love a good body swap.

For those who don't know the movie freaky, it's basically about a serial killer who body swaps with a teenage girl. I decided to take the body swap horror concept and use it on Eddie and Henry.

In this au, Henry is not given back his knife by Patrick, but steals a knife he finds just laying around the library, little did he know that Mike had picked up this knife because it has magical properties. It's a native american artifact that was once utalized to infiltrate warring tribes, and can swap the bodies of the murderer and victim. When he stabs Eddie with it they both get injured and pass out, only for Henry to wake up surrounded by the losers club and Eddie in Henry's car. Henry is now in Eddie's body and Eddie is in Henry's, and naturally this creates some feal fucking problems.

Eddie can't really go anywhere because he looks exactly like the escaped mental patient on the news, and Henry is fully preparing to utalize this to stealthily kill the losers club. Eddie can't even warn them because... well, to them he's Bowers, they'll literally attack him if he goes near them.

Eventually he does convince them one by one, with Richie being convinced after he tells "Henry" he can't be Eddie cause his mom isn't fat enough and Eddie tells him "FUCK YOU" and everything clicks.

After the inital shock, the losers club realize the severity of the situation and that they only have about six hours to track Henry down (who's basically on a killing spree), stab him, and switch them back before it becomes permanent. Still, despite the grave seriousness they get into some hijinks along the way.

Eddie and Richie seem to be in a competition of who can make the other more uncomfortable in this situation, with Richie calling him Henry any chance he can get and Eddie hugging him A LOT. And of course Richie Tozier wouldn't be Richie Tozier with out asking "soo... how big is it?" while Eddie's using the bathroom. They also get into a big wrestling match over a pair of scissors because Richie REFUSES to let Eddie cut off that mullet, despite Eddie's insistence it probably has cock roaches and unnamed diseases in it, it's much more funny if he keeps it.

Henry's having some of his own hijinks, Myra repeatedly calls him and when he finally picks it up out of curiosity and she yells at him there's a loooong pause of silence, followed by him hanging up and throwing Eddie's phone in the lake. He also gives Eddie a whole new makeover, complete with leather jacket and sunglasses.

Richie is literally losing his mind over here, because on one hand, Eddie telling him he's gonna slit his throat is very hot, but he's Henry, with on the other hand, Eddie's personality is still so attractive, but he LOOKS LIKE HENRY. The love of his life looks like the guy who called him the f slur and he's just supposed to be fine with it!?

Eddie's not really having a good time in this body, he can't run for shit, everything smells like juicy fruit and clorox bleach, he looks homeless, and he can't really do anything with out it looking ridiculous, but there are SOME things about it he's having fun with.

For instance, he hasn't had fast food in literal years since he married Myra, usually just buying it for her and eating a salad or something, but he can eat whatever he wants now and does so! Which Richie makes fun of him for too ("Jeez HENRY, you sure are hogging those oreos. Keep doing that and you won't even fit in your shitty sleeveless t-shirts anymore.").

Eddie also cites how it's kinda nice after spending his whole life being pushed around or coddled, people find him intimidating and ""scary"". He doesn't enjoy scaring people, but it's nice not having people wanna fuck with you cause you look passive and easy to trick.

I'll post more about this au later on, this drawing took 11 hours in ibis paint but i think it was worth it. :) i hope you sincerely like the drawing and the au. @hatchetblogging

[not-alien-girl-v]

Broken Pieces (George Daniel)

warning: drinking, being mean to boyfriend, language

note: merry christmas.

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You pulled up to this party at 10 o'clock on the dot courtesy of your friend Violet who provided you a ride. She said she had better places to be than third wheeling with you and George all night. You know the truth is that she doesn't like going to parties where she doesn't know a lot of people, but you figured you'd let her have it just this once.

Your top is comfortable tonight but your jeans are digging into your stomach in a bad way, something to do with your seasonal weight gain, something that always happens post-Thanksgiving and pre-Christmas, but George always assures you that he loves your body no matter what 'format' he gets it in. He always had an odd way with words, but the sentiment remains nonetheless.

The door of Matty and George's apartment is already open when you press on it. The air is about 10 degrees hotter inside than the frosty winter air outside, and it's comforting. It always feels like home.

Gazing around the living room, you see a random guy you've never met before in a large hat with the Grinch's face on it, a tasteful choice for a holiday party. You always wonder who the hell these people are that attend your boyfriend and your boyfriend's boyfriend's parties. Sometimes they just feel like extras in a movie set, but maybe you only feel that way since you never go out of your way to talk to the people you don't know.

And why would you, when you spot Ross and George together in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, drinks in hand. George's hair is a mess and he's wearing his black D.A.R.E. shirt but in your mind, he looks beautiful as always. Of course, you'd never tell him that in public.

You skip over to them, day looking better already. "OMG! Is that my bestie?" You bubbly exclaim, opening your arms to Ross and he returns them with a big hug. He smushes you a little uncomfortably, but it feels nice anyway.

He lets you go, "hey bestie," he speaks lowly. He's become well accustomed to your vocabulary, knowing to call you his 'bestie' rather than 'best friend.' You turn to George.

"Hey bitch." You grab his glass out of his hand, taking a sip, and coughing immediately after swallowing. "That's gross."

"Hi, love, when did you get here?" George ignores your initial rudeness.

"Just now. Scooch over, I wanna get in the sandwich." You're referring to standing in between the two men, being in the 'sandwich' as you call it. They both wordlessly create space between them in which you squeeze into.

"Have you guys seen hat guy?" You ask.

"Who?" Ross returns.

"Guy with the Grinch hat?"

"No. Wish I had though. Sounds cool," George looks down at you as he speaks. You decide to take advantage of this opportunity and grab him by the back of the neck, pulling him into a hard kiss that he gladly gives back, smiling into it. Ross makes a retching noise to your right.

"Y/N, wait, I need you to settle an argument. A girl argument," Ross interjects.

"What's a girl argument?"

George sighs in annoyance, "an argument that we, as men, cannot come to a verdict on without the input of a woman. It's stupid, Ross, I told you we don't need to ask a girl about this."

"No, we do. You're stupid. Okay, so. When women are, like, breastfeeding, does the milk come from the center of the nipple or from the whole area?"

"Like a shower head type deal," George adds, forgetting that he's against this argument.

"Yeah like a shower head. Because I say nipple but George says shower head. So what's the truth?" The look on his face is so sincere that you're certain he's completely serious. You glance at George, a similar expression. A prime opportunity to fuck with them.

"It actually comes out of the pores on the boob. Like you know how you have pores on your face? So it's a different type of skin on your boobs and the milk comes from under the skin and through the pores. That's why they sell those tit pore strips to clear out all the crap gets stuck in there so the milk comes out. You ever seen those before?"

"No, I haven't," Ross is astounded.

"Really? That's crazy, I would have never guessed," George nods his head as he speaks like he's really coming to terms with this false truth.

"No, not really, I'm fucking with you. I don't know how it comes out, why would I know? I've never breastfed before."

"Fuck off," Ross rolls his eyes, upset that you really had him going for a moment.

You cackle, happy to mess with them, then turn to George. “George? Sweet baby? Love of my life?”

He groans, shutting his eyes, “yes?”

“Will you go get me a drink and in return I’ll love you forever?”

Sighing, “I’ll be back,” and he leaves a parting kiss on the top of your head.

“Where’s my kiss?” Ross exclaims to the back of George’s head as he walks away, flipping him off as he goes.

“Ugh. Thought he’d never leave. That fucking’ guy, am I right?” You playfully joke to Ross.

“Yeah, what a loser,” Ross adds in, very best friend of him.

“Okay, Ross, what do I get him for Christmas?”

“I’m getting him a lighter with his name on it. Is that too gay?” He asks in full seriousness.

“The lighter or the name?”

“Both.”

“I think it would only be gay if it had your name on it. You’re fine. But that doesn’t answer my question.”

“I thought it did. Don’t get him a lighter.”

“Again, not an answer to my question. If I don’t get him a lighter, what do I get him?”

“Get him a super sick Grinch hat,” he points at Grinch hat guy who is now walking by.

“He’d never wear that shit.”

“It’d be funny though.”

“But for once, I don’t want funny, I want sentimental. Something that shows I love him, since I’m so bad at doing that otherwise.”

“Sex coupons?”

“What are sex coupons?”

He looks you dead in the eye, “let’s put on our thinking caps, use our context clues, why don’t we?”

“Okay, fine, I’m not gonna do that, anyway. It’s lame. And cheap. I may be broke and uncreative but not to that extent. I have dignity.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Do you?”

“Shut up.”

“Here’s your drink, love. ‘S just a soda since we don’t have what you like here,” George suddenly returns with a cup of Sprite in his hand.

“See, even he knows what I like. How am I supposed to compete with that?” You throw your hands up in surrender.

“He’s a little slow. It won’t even matter what you give him, even if it doesn’t mean anything, he’ll love it,” Ross tells you.

“I’m right here,” George takes a sip of your Sprite, eyes bouncing between the two of you in confusion.

“But I need to be a better girlfriend, none of this lame shit. That was just practice, this is the first game of the season.”

“Then just suck his dick and call it a day!” Ross returns your energy.

“Hello?” George asks again.

You turn to him, “hi. Thanks for the drink. Sprite?”

“Yeah, poured it out of a can and everything. Feeling like Gordon Ramsey right now.”

Chuckling, you take the drink out of his hand and sip at it. He comes to stand on the other side of you, completing the sandwich once more. “And for the record, I think you’re an amazing girlfriend.”

“You would say that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re so nice to me, all the time. Don’t I ever piss you off? Push your buttons just a little too much. Don’t you ever want to go off on me?”

“Of course not, you know I’m not like that.”

You sigh, “yeah, I know.” You pause, then continue, “so, what do you want for Christmas?” You rest your head on the side of his arm (would have been his shoulder if you were taller but it’s like, literally whatever).

“I’d be happy with just a day with you. I don’t need anything fancy, some heartfelt shit. Just some quality time.”

“Really? That’s it?”

“I feel like you want me to give you something more material so you can just buy it. Is that what you want?”

“Yes, please.”

“Okay, if you want to get me something I’ll like, get me some cologne. Something you think smells good. Promise I’ll wear it.”

You hold out your pinky to him. He hooks his with yours, giving a brief shake, then holding onto your hand with both of his. “You look tired already baby. Do you want to lay down?”

“First of all, that’s rude to say. Second of all, you’re right and I hate it. Stop reading me so well.

“So, yes?”

“Yeah…” He nods, happily grabbing your hand and leading you to his room which he had locked for the sake of the party. You turn back and wave goodbye to Ross; you’ll probably fall asleep and see him next tomorrow.

George holds the door open for you and guides you inside. He even pulls back the comforter for you to slip under. Once you do, he cheesily tucks you in, kissing your forehead. “Anything I can do for you, my dear?”

You shake your head no, already feeling too pampered and spoiled for one night.

“Alright,” he kisses your forehead and stands from his kneeled position, dusting his hands off on his pant legs. “I’ll leave you be now. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You still have no idea what cologne to get him, but at least it’s a start. How hard could sex coupons be to make, anyway?”

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[guerrillateezsworld]

tokio hotel reacting to you getting high after a bad day + how’d they comfort you

request: okay so th boys how they would react to (fem) reader getting high with them and like she has a bad trip and stuff and how they would comfort her and stuff ykkk(also they are dating her and just 🍃don’t do hard crack yall)

a/n: THIS IS JUST A REQUEST. I DO NOT CONDONE THIS AT ALL AND THIS IS PURELY FOR FUN AND IS NOT SUPPOSED TO MEAN ANY HARM!! also i mixed some of the stuff up like she comes home from work, bad trip, bad errands, etc.

warnings: 2007!tokio hotel, use of weed, fem!reader, cursing, reader has a bad day, reader asks to get high with them, DONT SMOKE WEED!! I DONT CONDONE THIS!! PURE FICTION!!

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tom kaulitz

-you came home from work, clearly in a bad mood and not wanting to be fucked with. that’s when he comes up to you and kisses your forehead to try and calm you down. “my love, what happened today?” he asks, trying to be as normal as he can. (i feel like that tom isn’t the best with comforting people. like he sincerely tries but fails a lot because it’s just not his forte. but for his lover he will definitely try to work on his comforting skills for you) you give him a small smile, but he knew it wasn’t really a “real” smile as some would say. “you know you can tell me anything” he pats your shoulder with a sympathetic smile. “ugh, it’s a lot so i’ll shorten it for you. so these stupid bitches, irene and lindsey, were trying to take over everything. keep in mind, they’re like technically new here soooo i don’t know why they were tryna be like this-“ and on and on. you were gonna make it short but ended up telling him EVERYTHING, which took like an hour to his surprise. to add on, you shocked him with what you said next. “wanna get high with me?” you ask, seriously looking at him. boy was he shocked. he knows you smoke but he’s never seen you do it before because you usually distance yourself, so this shook him a little. “uhh yeah, sure. do i need to roll one?” he asks. “nah, i got it. i’ll be back” you say and go to your room. you come back after a few minutes, now with a big genuine smile on your face. “just a small one will do for now, i don’t need too much with how i am right now” you giggle. with that, you guys just chill and smoke the night away. this was definitely needed as you slept so good that night with tom by your side.

bill kaulitz

when you came back from the store, you were pissed. not like crazily but you sure were a lot. you came home, sat the bags down, and plopped down onto the couch with a loud groan. bill heard you and came in to check on you. “babe, you okay?” he asks and sits on the floor by your head as you’re pretty much taking up the whole couch. you lift your head up and shake your head. “not really, people just really wanted to test me today, and to add onto that, i couldn’t find a lot of what i was looking for for and you know how pissed that makes me.” you explain, taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself down. he nods, seemingly understanding your situation. “yeah i understand. people can be like that. i’m sorry you had to deal with that sweetheart” he smiles making you smile back. you pull him in for a hug to thank him, which he returns. “i love you bill” you smile. “i love you too sweetheart” he smiles back. what you didn’t expect was that bill pulled something out of his pocket. “let’s go to the balcony and chill out, i’m sure you’d need this” he shows me a blunt. you cant help but let a smile break through as you stand up and walk to the balcony with him. “thanks bill, i really appreciate this. i definitely needed this after the day i just had. next time, you should probably go with me so i don’t throw hands or something” you laugh, taking a puff and passing it to bill who takes it. “yeah i probably should, can’t have my girl getting into a fight. although that would probably be very hot” he gives you a teasing smile to which you softly swat at his arm. “yeah yeah” you reply, playfully rolling your eyes. he just smiles back and you guys smoke and head back inside. “i think i’m gonna take a nap now. i need a little refresher” you smile. “i’m coming with”

gustav scháefer

just my opinion and everyone has theirs, but i feel gustav isn’t the one to get high. like im sure he would maybe once every few months but definitely not all the time.

anyways, back to the head canon thingy.

you’ve been gone for almost week visiting your family, and boy were you ready to go home. you loved it there, but this time it was different and you didn’t like it. when you got home, you immediately threw your bags onto the ground and went straight to your room. you didn’t know that gustav had a day off so it was a surprise when you saw him laying in bed. he seemed to notice you and he got up to greet you. of course you have to do it back because he’s you’re boyfriend. “welcome back meine liebe (my love)” he smiles. “thanks gustav, but i’m just not in the mood right now. that was the most stressful week of my life” you breathe out, feeling warm from gustav’s hug. “why’s that? do you wanna talk about it?” he asks softly while leading you to your bed. “i don’t mind to. normally when i go visit my family i love it, but this time it wasn’t the same. it was like everyone was out of place, more arguments than normal, asking me too many personal questions to where i was uncomfy, and no one was prepared. it was just a lot and i felt like something had to have happened between them to act like that. but at least im home now” you let out a sigh, gustav continuing to feel worse. “im glad you’re home y/n so you don’t have to worry now. hopefully they realize what they were doing wrong and apologize” he smiles sympathetically. “yeah. i’m gonna go smoke. would you like to join me?” you ask with a smile. “normally i say no, but if this will help you feel better than sure” he laughs and you get up to roll it. you come back with a small blunt and a lighter. “good thing we have a balcony” you laugh, lighting it and walking outside, taking a long drag before handing it to gustav who does the same.

georg listing

-he’s the other one that i feel like doesn’t smoke much. still more than gustav but still not much at all.

you had just gotten back from a job interview. as you walked through the door, georg was standing there with a big smile ready to congratulate you. but when he saw your frustrated face, his smile dropped and so did his heart. “babe.. are you okay?” he asks quietly, hoping you don’t flip out on him. you walk past him with a sigh. “yeah, i guess so. i don’t think they’ll wanna hire me now and i’m not sure if i wanna work there anymore” you shake your head, plopping down on to the couch. “why’s that?” he sits next to you, rubbing your back as you lean onto him. “well, i was late due to traffic, i was really nervous, i kept messing up my words, some of my stuff didn’t apply to them, and others. now i just feel like shit and i definitely don’t wanna work there now” you sigh, leaning back on the couch. “hey that’s normal, love. it happens and it’s never not gonna happen. you just have to find what’s right for you, which can take time but you just have to be patient.” he softly pats your back, making you smile a little. “yeah, thanks georg, i really appreciate it. but do you mind if i go smoke? you’re welcome to join” you look up at him. “yeah go ahead sweetheart. and i probably won’t join tonight but maybe next time. i’ve not been feeling the best. enjoy your time” he smiles, wrapping his arms around you and engulfing you in a big hug. “are you sure georg? it’ll keep your mind off of it. and if you do get sick from it, i’ll be by your side to help” you pout, hoping it’ll make him join you. he groans, “fine, you know i can’t resist those eyes” he smiles making you hug him. “i’ll be right back babe” you get up and run to your room and come back out with your stuff. “let’s do this” you smile. “can’t wait to hear what you have to say while you’re high out of your mind” he laughs making you roll your eyes. “oh shut it” you can help but giggle with him.

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okay i’m finally finished!! like i said, I DONT CONDONE THIS AT ALL!! THIS IS PURE FICTION!!

[reginageorgesgirlfriend3020]

You forgot!

My point of view

I was playing madden mobile on my phone still upset at sam. Why am I upset at her? Well, every night she tells me goodnight beautiful and gives me a kiss before we go to sleep. And last night she didnt do that. And uugghh I'm so mad at her!!

Sam's pov

"I cant believe you forgot!!" Tara said to me.

"What? What did I forget?" You asked.

"You know!" Tara said to me.

I gave Tara a blank stare.

"What's the one thing you say to (Y/n) and do to her every night?" Tara said.

"Sex?" I said feeling confused.

"Noooo!" Said Tara. "What do you and (Y/n) do every night before you guys go to bed?" She said to me.

I honestly forgot. I tried to remember then I finally remembered. "Yeah, we kiss before we go to sleep and I tell her good night beautiful". I said. Then it finally came to me. "Oh my god!!" I said feeling ashamed. "I forgot to do that!!".

"Yeah", said Quinn "And now shes pissed at you". She said to me.

I gently smacked myself on the forehead with my hand. "I'm such an idiot".

"I'll go talk to her". Said chad.

I decided to run to my girlfriend's run.

My point of view

I saw my stupid girlfriend Sam.

"Hey". She said to me.

"Chaaaaaaad!!" You yelled and started to pout.

"She ran passed me before I could get there!" Said chad.

"I dont wanna talk to you". I said to sam.

"Babe". She said to me. "I feel awful". Sam said to me. "I'm so so so so so so sorryyyyyy I forgot to kiss you before we went to sleep and tell you goodnight beautiful".

"Mhm". I said sarcastically.

Sam gave me a hug and kissed me on my hair. "Babe". She said to me. "Please dont be mad at me. I'm sorry, okay?".

I can tell that her apology was very sincere.

"It sucks being mad at you". I said to Sam. "And I'm", I said "I'm lonely without you".

"Aww baby". Sam said to me. "I miss you a lot throughout the day. When I see you I wanna hold you tight. Even when we first met".

"Is that true Sam? When you first saw me you wanted to hold me tight?" I asked.

"Yeah". Sam said softly.

"Oh, sam". I said lovingly to my girlfriend. I gave her a big hug and she hugged me back.

"Do you wanna sit on my lap while Tara drives us to the store? I'll even get you your favorite soda". Sam said to me.

"Will you...will you hold me in your arms too?" I asked.

"Yes baby I will". Sam said to me.

I smiled and she gave me a peck on the lips and on the cheek.

"I love you". Sam said to me.

I kissed her back. "I love you too".

[voidfishing]

give me three taako headcanons please for the love of god 😌

YAY excuse to talk about my guy <3

I think that, no matter how dismissive of it he may act, Taako really loves working at his school. It's definitely mostly Ren's project, as she's the one there every day running the place, but Taako does actively have a good time when he's there and helping out. When he does teach classes he has a blast with it. He gets to show off how good he is at magic and how fucking smart he is to a room full of people who actively want to learn from him! Crazy! It's not something he ends up doing terribly often, most of Taako's work for the school is higher-up stuff helping Ren run things, but on the rare occasions he decides to lecture he gets really really into it.

additionally, I think he ends up making a sincere effort to keep tutoring Angus after everything settles down, even with Angus fully going away to school. Taako will just roll up at random knocking on Ango’s door going “you wanna learn some dope shit?” and it’s a really big deal to Angus that Taako is actively (in his own weird way) keeping in touch. cause we know Taako is the king of ignoring people and not doing that. and no matter how much Taako acts nonchalant about it, Angus is aware that he wouldn’t be doing this if he didn���t care.

not really related but something that gets me really emotional is the process of Taako and Lup falling back into a type of normalcy once Lup gets her new body. because they’ve been apart for so long and Taako couldn’t even remember her, but they’ve been by each other’s side for so long that they fit like puzzle pieces. and I think once they’re able to just be with each other, cooking or practicing magic or just hanging out, Taako will have these moments where he’s just overwhelmed with emotion. because he’s got her back, she’s okay, against all odds he’s standing in his kitchen with his sister beside him talking about necromancy while his husband and brother-in-law play chess in the next room. he got Lup back and things are okay. she’s safe. they get to have a normal (well, fantasy normal) life. and I think these little moments of overwhelming emotion for Taako are things he dismisses very quickly because he’s not about to start getting sappy on his homies, no way. but every so often he hugs Lup a little longer or passively mentions how happy he is and she Gets It.

[blujayonthewing]

💪🤲✌️🤞 for Idri and Aubree!!

💪 - would your character be more likely to scoop someone up in their arms, or be the one getting scooped?

Idri is SO scoopable. She's also maybe an unusual case for a small person in that she LOVES getting casually picked up most of the time-- she got really used to being Hoisted and Thrown About in the circus, and is a little miffed that everyone in the adventuring party is so, like, respectful lmao. Like, if she doesn't wanna get picked up then good fucking luck even catching her, and very much like a cat when she decides she's done being held She's Done and it's not up to you, but most of the time you Can And Should scoop that gnome. THAT SAID, this would probably be a 50/50 situation if she wasn't so much smaller than almost everyone she interacts with! She's energetic and enthusiastic and more than a little silly; she's very much the type to unexpectedly princess-carry a friend just to get a laugh out of them

Aubree's doing the scooping, 100%. Which, you know, she's also Quite Small so it doesn't come up very often, but she has big Scoop Energy. And I mean she absolutely WILL scoop someone twice her size, it just takes a lot more active cooperation and trust on the part of the other person since Aubree's so low to the ground and her arms and hands are very small, haha. I think she really likes picking up and holding or carrying people-- it makes her feel strong in a really affirming way, like this is what the entire point of being strong is. She's not very scoopable herself, though. If you tried as a friend it'd be awkward and difficult, like picking up a squat and nervous dog-- she's not used to it, and not crazy about heights, so she's probably going to make it difficult without even meaning to. If you tried as someone who thinks it'd be So Funny to pick up a halfling she'd break your hands.

🤲 - is your character better at receiving touch or giving it? under what circumstances?

They're both pretty good with both giving and receiving touch! Idri's not really touchy-feely, but she's quite physical in a casual friendly or playful way; big on enthusiastic back-pats, arm-pats, get-a-load-of-that elbow nudges, leaning an elbow on your shoulder if she can manage the height matchup, etc. Big on big friendly hugs, too! That said, I think she's got a lot of starry-eyed Ideas about capital-R Romance but probably gets uncharacteristically nervous and awkward about being touched with real sincerity and tenderness (platonically or otherwise tbh, now that I think about it). She's not incapable of being serious, in good or bad contexts, but she's not super comfortable or confident about it, especially compared with how effortlessly comfortable and confident she generally is in her day-to-day life. Like, if she's crying and you hug her to comfort her, she does want the hug, don't get me wrong, but she's gonna also feel a little weird and uncomfortable about the whole situation, if that makes sense?

Aubree's less outgoingly tactile, but she's still pretty comfortable with casual friendly touch, both giving and receiving. She always offers a handshake when she introduces herself, she'll punctuate laughing at a great joke you just made with a big hearty back clap, etc. She grew up with a bunch of siblings and peers her age so she's also really comfy with things like playful shoving and hair ruffling and little admonishing smacks on the arm or whatever. She gives FANTASTIC hugs, of course. Aubree's fairly comfortable with more sincere physical affection as well, offering it freely and returning it warmly. She's not bad at receiving touch as in uncomfortable or unreceptive, but sometimes I think she's... a little uncertain how to go about it, just out of lack of practice? She likes to be touched with gentleness and tenderness, but she's been such a Big Tough Guy for so long that people rarely even think to approach her very tenderly :')

✌️ - are there any gestures or touches that your character shares with a friend/team/loved one that are a type of code between them?

Idri learned thieves' cant in the circus, and there's a 1000% chance it 1) included hand-signs, which 2) she and her circus buddies used frequently to communicate across distances, or just joke or talk smack on the downlow in front of people

Aubree almost certainly shares some sort of informal and largely unconscious touch-language with her closest siblings, Cass and Fletch, after being so close for their entire shared childhood. She also communicates by touch more than anything with her beloved boar, Truffles 😊

🤞 - if your character needed to touch someone to check on their physical condition, how would they go about it?

Idri's a '[taptaptap on the shoulder, or arm if that's all she can reach] hey buddy you okay?' kind of person; if the situation is more serious she's probably grabbing their arms or the front of their clothes to steady them/ get a better look at them, maybe doing the facepat if they're unconscious or dazed but otherwise not particularly knowing what to do with her hands because she doesn't really know what she's doing as far as Evaluating Physical Condition is concerned

Aubree's protective and comforting-- if they're upright/ conscious she's steering them gently into a chair, or laying them down if necessary; if they're unconscious she's checking for injury and carefully moving them if they're in a position that could hurt them more or make them more uncomfortable, etc. She's worked a lot with animals, so she's not averse to gently but firmly moving someone or holding them in place if the situation calls for it, paired with plenty of verbal assurances and encouragement. 'Hey hey you're all right. Come on, hold still-- there we go, you're all right. Let's see that, then, that's it--'

ask about my OCs! :D

[veryblushyswitch]

If you told them you like tickling~

⚽️ Ted Lasso Part Two ⚽️

Rebecca Welton~

*Her face lights up when you tell her. She’s absolutely enthralled at how you could love tickling so much.

*After you explain, she gives you a hug with some side squeezes. She reassured you you’re not weird or strange. You’re in fact incredibly cute and endearing. One would even say absolutely adorable. Cue you blushing and her laughing at how you react.

*Her and Keeley will tease you together. Definitely while you’re in between them on the couch while giving you playful pokes.

*They don’t tease you like that in public though unless you’re comfortable with it.

*She gives you cheer up tickles 💖

*You’ve poked her a couple of times and even managed a side squeeze, but that’s all you could do before she completely flips the tables.

*Her nails are a devious weapon of mass destruction and definitely wiggles her fingers at you if you’re distracted.

*Her and Keeley are both very cuddly with their friends and she’ll give you gentle tickles if you’re sleepy or need to relax after a hard day.

*Her and Ted have had conversations about you and how they can make sure you’re never uncomfortable. They don’t intend to talk about you behind your back, but they’re just looking out for you and find your little interest, well… interesting!

*If you have a blog, she’d ask to see if only if you’re comfortable with showing her. If not she completely understands. If yes, she will go on about the cute designs and amount of followers you have.

*She managed to find some posts about wanting certain types of tickles. She now has that info in the back of her mind for later.

Jamie Tart~

*Man has had so much character development and I love him so much now. 💖

*My guy literally just goes, “Wait… you too?!”

*You two then bond over how you both love tickling. Of course that means lots of tickle fights.

*I can see him still being super shy about wanting to have tickle fights with you even though he knows you feel the same way. My poor touch starved boy.

“Do you wanna, ya know…” *pokes you in the side*

*Keeley totally spills his ticklish spots to you. He loves hates that-

*Keeley loves how phrases like “tickled pink” and stuff gets to the both of you.

*Jamie and you have teamed up to get her back before. Let’s just say she got you both back tenfold.

*Jamie and you made signals for ler and lee moods, but you both would get too nervous to use them. Eventually you both learned each others signs for both.

*You can read each other really well. Not just with tickle moods, with emotions in general.

*Both of you have lots of trust and understanding in each other. A big part of it stemmed from revealing your love of tickling.

Coach Beard~

*Somehow already knew-

*He just knows. Don’t question it.

*He definitely sees the reason for you liking it. Even admitting him and his wife have tried certain things when it comes to tickling.

*He actually thinks it’s weirder for someone not to like it.

*Sneak attacks Ted with pokes all the time and invites you to play along. That doesn’t mean he won’t do the same to you though. Especially in front of the team.

*He is incredibly good at reading people. He always knows when you’re in a lee or ler mood.

*Even knows when you’re in a switch mood! He’s that good-

*Him and Ted have had conversations in front of you on how to get better reactions and which spots are the most ticklish.

*If you thought you couldn’t get anymore flustered my gosh-

*Somehow his pokes and tases are more ticklish than anyone else’s.

*Is more blunt with teases, but it always feels really sincere.

*Asks you for tickle fanfiction. I feel like he’d genuinely enjoy reading some of it.

*You’ve tried tickling him before. It didn’t last long.

*You can get maybe a poke in if he’s distracted, but he’s very good at not being snuck up on.

*He’s also so quick to turn it onto you.

*There was a time where Ted spilled to you a tickle spot of Beard’s and even helped you get revenge.

Trent Crimm~

*A big sweetheart. And so so supportive.

*He’s also really curious.

*Asking questions as if he were about to another book about your love for it.

*Admits that he had a soft spot for it himself.

*Is actually really sensitive and it’s so adorable-

*He doesn’t retaliate all that much when you poke him or squeeze his side.

*He’s more of a lee than a ler.

*That doesn’t mean he won’t take the opportunity to scribble at your neck or squeeze your knee.

*He likes to give you head scratches and give you little sneaky ear and neck tickles.

*Comments on how easy you blush as if he doesn’t blush just as easily when you tease him.

*Always makes sure you’re okay with being full on tickled before he gets you.

*Surprisingly very skilled tickler.

*His fingers know just how to wiggle their way into your ribs.

*Speaking of which, he’s a sucker for counting your ribs out loud to you. And of course he “messes up” along the way and has to start over.

*Is more gentle with his tickles, which tickles a lot more in his opinion because of the anticipation of it all.

*Which also means he’s more susceptible to gentle and light tickles.

*They make him all scrunchy and tingly and it’s so cute. If you call him cute be ready for him to cover his face with one hand.

[himbofan]

haikyuu boys reacting to you hugging them for the first time

everyone likes to talk about first kisses, but i think first hugs are just as heartwarming. feeling the way the other persons body fits around yours and taking in their smell for the first time… :,) i just love pre-relationship pining 🤌🤌🤌 but no tsukki cause i’m working a bigger fic for him 😳

cw: fluff, gn!reader

prompt: running up to them after they win a game and hugging them for the first time

characters: bokuto, kuroo, tendou, asahi, atsumu, iwaizumi

bokuto kotaro

surprised at first, but the surprise quickly melts into a huge grin as he wraps his arms around you

his hugs are all encompassing, big arms trapping you to his chest so you can smell nothing but him

riding the high of adrenaline from the game, he decides to lift you in one of those spinny hugs

his heart is definitely racing, but he plays off the embarrassment by laughing and smiling like he always does

will definitely try to find excuses to hug all the time you now that he knows he can, and he will sulk if you refuse

akaashi gives you a thumbs up in the background

kuroo tetsurou

also surprised, but quickly recovers from it with a smooth comment “oh? did I really do that well today?” and returns the hug with a sincere smile

if it was a particularly stressful or intense match, he won’t say anything and just hold you tightly

gives those good good hugs where one hand is on the small of your back and the other is on the back of your head to keep you pinned to him

will take this as permission to touch you casually, like poking your arms or resting his arm on your head (if you’re shorter)

will pout if you don’t give him a hug after every game from now on

tendou satori

is very surprised, he’s used to being ostracized so having someone willingly show affection towards him is rare

it takes him a second to register that yes, you are hugging him of your own volition

i imagine tendou to be touch starved as hell, so he holds you like you’re the last thing on earth

will ask you for more hugs at random times not during games because he simply can’t get enough

i don’t have as much to say about miracle boy i just wanna give him a big hug 🥺

azumane asahi

congrats you broke him

no but really, his face is fully red and his expression is indescribable

constantly debating on where to put his hands, overthinking the smallest things like “oh no what if i’m too sweaty and they think i’m gross”

just look up at him and give him a big smile and his heart will melt

his hugs are gentle, warm and comforting; you feel protected from the outside world

he blushes when you make eye contact with him for the next few weeks

suga and daichi will definitely tease the hell out of him later

miya atsumu

he is a fiery guy, so he can get caught up with the flow of intense emotions, especially after a match

this means he actually goes to hug you first once he spots you

he hugs you like it’s second nature, there’s no surprise or hesitation

atsumu gives complete hugs that feel like your bodies are two matching puzzle pieces, there’s no awkward spaces or gaps

another passionate guy like bokuto, he will pick you up and spin you around with a giant smile

definitely starts using a ton of causal contact afterwards, hugs and headpats n stuff

iwaizumi hajime

is definitely surprised, he expected all of the attention to be on oikawa

his face is a little red, but the deep color of his ears betray all his embarrassment

this man is ripped so you know his arms are thick asf 😩 makes for the best hugs

another breathtaking hug-giver, his arms snake around your waist and circle firmly on your back

he buries his face in your neck to hide his embarrassment, but the adrenaline dulls and he suddenly remembers that he’s sweaty

pulls away quickly and apologizes with averted eyes, but oikawa is already taking pictures and giggling (cut to volleyball hitting him in the face)

he’ll definitely be a lil more blushy and conscious in your presence, but doesn’t mind if you ask him for a hug now and then

authors note: hello thank you for reading! i'm super critical of my own work so it takes a while for things to actually get posted lol thanks for sticking around

feel free to pop in my ask box with other characters you might wanna see for something like this :) ill try my best!! or if u wanna just say hi!

[tokyoyumeeee]

girlfriend exe!

featuring: ganyu, ayaka, lisa, ei, yae miko

tags: fluff, Valentine’s Day headcanons, unedited(im writing this at 1am lol)

GANYU

-ganyu would prefer if you two could spend Valentine’s Day away from liyue harbor, but if you prefer staying at the harbor she’ll oblige anything 4 u <3

-ganyu finds the time to make you chocolate from scratch(handmade chocolate) sjjidjdnwjsu

-she’ll write you a whole 10 page essay about how grateful she is to be your gf and how much she loves you and pass it off as a “small letter of appreciation”

-if you’re big about valentines day she’ll make the big sacrifice of calling a day off to spend the entire day with you(she just wants you to be happy :( )

-if not, she’ll meet you somewhere for lunch, continue on her day and spend a bit more time with you at night<333

-she’s actually pretty adamant on spending time w/ you during valentines day cause she normally doesn’t have much time for you and she wants to show that she still loves you

AYAKA

-Ayaka would love to spend Valentine’s Day with you alone somewhere private because she wants it to be intimate and just between the two of you yk?

-if you don’t want to spend it somewhere private and would prefer to spend it out in public, like inazuma city, she’s not opposed

-she’s actually a big valentines person, but understands if you’re not

-will write you a letter to express her love for you

-she’d normally be too shy to deliver the letter to you in person but she made an exception for Valentine’s Day

-if you want to spend valentines day with her in private, you might just spend the entire day in bed cuddling

-if you wanna spend it in public you’d go shopping, have dinner somewhere nice, then cuddle once you return home at night

LISA

-oh boy, lisa during Valentine’s Day? ill just list some of the sfw stuff ive thought for her 😟

-will make the tiring trip outside the library to the souvenir shop to buy you something

-writes you a poem and a letter

-orders a sumeru rose for you so you’ll have something to remember her with

-no doubt you’ll invite her on a date all around mondstadt

-pls buy her something, she might pass it off like she doesn’t care but it means a lot to her if you show her that you care enough to get her a gift :(

-if you wanna be lazy you can just stay in bed all day with her and cuddle

-she’s not opposed to either ideas

EI

-this is complicated

-if you wanna spend valentines day with the shogun, it’s difficult to convince her

-she thinks that celebrating holidays is a trivial thing and a waste of time but if ei forces her she’ll just spend some one on one time with you

-spending valentines with ei is a whole different story

-she’ll leave the plane of euthimiya and go on a date with you around Inazuma city, but you guys can go further than that

-if you want you can take a stroll through chinju forest, or hike up to the highest point in serari island

-she knows you’ll get tired before her so once you start wearing out she’ll piggyback you back to tenshukaku

-if you’re not big abt valentines day or just wanna spend it in private you guys can just goof off in tenshukaku or have heartfelt convos, your choice

YAE MIKO

-yae miko will just suddenly reveal that she had been writing a novel about you getting married to her and planned to publish it on valentines day 💀

-her teasing and flirting just amplified

-you’ll find her all over you

-knows that you want to spend valentines with her whether you like the holiday or not, but does everything to get you to admit it

-she’ll spoil you no shit but every time you ask her for something you have to do something for her in return

-she’ll ask for things like “give me a kiss”, “hug me”, even “let me pet gorou’s tail” god knows what’s going on in her brain 💀

-she can be sincere though and will express it to you by giving you a sincere “I love you” and a kiss before you fall asleep

genshin boy ver.

[thecooleralessa]

For Mommy. (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

pairing ; little!elvis presley x y/n (reader)

warnings ; age regression; a lot of cuddles, kisses and fluffy; safe for work (sfw); age regressed elvis; fem!reader; probably some grammatical mistakes.

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author notes ; i imagined the real elvis presley while writing, but you can imagine austin!elvis if you want to, that's totally okay. don't even waste your time if you don't like/support age regression, and please don't comment mean things, i won't even hear ya. english is not my first language so i sincerely apologize for any mistakes, but please be kind. i'm used to write with feminine readers, but i'll try my best in the future so i can bring up gender neutral and masculines readers :). this one is short but i'd love to write more with little!elvis, just tell me what you guys think. requests are always open, ask me anything if you want. big thanks to azriel for the headcanons he did on twitter, it gave me a lot of inspiration, thank you! guess that's all, so thank you and good reading! 🤍

the most famous man that had walked on earth, elvis presley, had tried to hide being little from you — he really, really tried. but his plan didn't work as he wanted to, specially when he met you. you've been closer and closer each day, always talking about everything anytime, it didn’t take so long for both of you become engaged to each other.

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you already suspected that elvis was little; he could acted childish sometimes, putting random things on his mouth, asking for cuddles and comfort nonstop. you didn't care at all, because you've love to take care of him since the beginning, but you always knew there was something a little more that he was scared of sharing. one night you simply asked him if he was little. you never saw him so nervous.

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“baby, look at me,” you grasped his chin and tilted it up, his eyes were getting watery. “it’s okay. i would love to take care of you. you’re my baby.”

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he smiled weakly, closing his eyes to enjoy the attention you were gaving to his cheeks, making circles with your thumbs at his skin. “you’re sure? you don’t... don’t find it strange? or gross?”

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“no, baby,” you assured him. “i would never find it strange, or gross. never, baby.”

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“thank you,” he opened his eyes, looking at you with a relaxed expression. “you’ll have to take care of me all the time now, y’know that?” he smiled.

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“i know,” you answered, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “i’d be more than happy to become your mommy.”

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he smile became bigger, and he giggled as he hugged you. “thank you then, mommy,” he muffled against your skin. you smiled as you pat his head.

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now it's been a couple of months you had known elvis is a little. you never minded it — actually, you were more than happy to take care of him. he is and would always be your everything, and you knew how much he needed you, so it was the bare minimum, and you loved to do it anyway. however, elvis would just... test your patience sometimes. you knew that he did it for attention, negative or positive.

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“baby, it’s bedtime,” you calmly protested. “you need to rest so you can do your best tomorrow. i don’t my baby to feel tired.”

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“i don’ wan to,” he spat back. “i wanna play mor!“

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you softly grabbed his hands, looking at him. “my sweet angel, you need to organize your toys, change into your pajamas and sleep, baby. don’t you wanna sleep with mommy?” you softly asked him.

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“no!” he shoots. “and yu can’ tell me wha to do!”

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your soft expression was quickly destroyed; with a now sad face, you sighed as you took his toys away from him to put in inside the big wooden box.

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“mommy, no! i was playin’!” he protested. “give it bak!”

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“no baby, i’m not giving it to you.” you answered as you locked the wooden box. “for some reason, you’ve doing an attitude all today, little one. you’ve been really mean to mommy, you hurt mommys’ feelings.” you looked at him dead serious.

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and suddenly, you saw elvis’s bottom lip tremble. he crawled to you and hugged you tight. “‘m sowwy mommy, i didn’ mean to hurt you!” you quickly realized that all he wanted was just attention. maybe he just wanted to spent more time with you. you smiled as you hugged him back, your hand doing circles on his back.

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“it’s okay, baby, it’s okay,” you kissed his cheek.

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“will behave mysef,” he sobbed. “i wanna sleep with mommy.”

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“thank you, baby. you’re such a good boy,” you said as you booped his nose and dryed his tears. “the bestest boy a mommy could ask for. c’mon, let’s change your clothes, little one.”

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you held his hand and helped him to get up. you both went upstairs in silence. you could see how sleepy elvis was by just looking at his face. you both entered the room and elvis immediately sat on the bed, his head looking heavy.

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“are you sleepy, little dove?” you asked.

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“hmm, no...” he answered, you chuckled in response. you started searching for his pajamas on the wardrobe.

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“oooh, i found something interesting!” you said. you could hear him moving in the bed, trying to see what you got. you turned around and walked in his direction, showing him his favorite pair of pajamas, colored with pink and velvet. the second you showed it to him, he smiled big. he grabbed the clothes, looking at you. “those are ma favorite, mommy! i love it so much!”

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“i know, baby,” you said with a smile. you loved seeing him happy. “but you remember what you said before, right? that you’re gonna change and sleep with mommy?” just to mess with him you trickle his tummy, making him laugh out loud.

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“yes, mommy!” he said between the laughs. “i p’omised yu!”

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“my good boy,” you kissed his forehead, massaging his cheeks with your hands. “i’ll take your shoes off.” you announced, kneeling on the ground as starting to take his shoes, leaving them aside. you were about to take off his socks, but he didn't let you. “what’s wrong, baby? you wanna stay with your socks?”

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he nodded. “‘s cold.”

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“it’s okay, baby. you look cute with them anyways.” you said as you started tickling his feet, making him laugh again. you stood up from the ground, looking at him once again. “may i change you?” you asked, receiving a nod. “okay baby, hands up, please.” you proceed to calmly pull off his shirt, and then his pants. his top and bottom were quickly replaced by his favorite pajamas. he looked adorable. “is it comfy, baby?”

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he nodded, suddenly lifting his arms in your direction. “hug me, mommy?”

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“of course, baby,” you hugged him tightly and filled him with kisses, making him giggle in response. you lay on the bed with him, quickly putting the blanket over him as you hugged him tight.

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“mommy,” he called you. “can yu read a ’istory for me before bed time?”

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“of course, baby.” you put him in a comfy position, letting him sleep with his head on your arm while being close to your chest. your mouth was close to his forehead, so you left a kiss there behind. your hands rubbed his back, and then his hair, giving him a lot of love.

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“once upon a time,” you started. “there was a greek king named midas.”

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elvis giggled. “funny name.” you chuckled with him, kissing his forehead before continuing.

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“he was very rich and had lots of gold. he had a daughter, who he loved a lot. one day, midas found an angel in need of help. he helped her and in return she agreed to grant a wish. midas wished that everything he touched would turn into gold. his wish was granted. on his way home...” you stopped suddenly when you heard elvis’s heavy breathing. you observed his chest going up and down calmly, smiling like a fool. “if i was midas,” you whispered, even knowing he wouldn't hear you. “i would wish that i could have you in my arms forever.”

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you kissed his forehead, whispering a “good night”, and closed your eyes. you both were tired, so it didn't take so long for you to fall asleep.

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bright in early next morning, thr sun peeped through a window, illuminating the room in its pearly glow. the strip of the winter sun warmed your feet as you slowly open your eyes, feeling dizzy for a second because of the sudden light.

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“baby?” you softly shaked elvis, placing a kiss on his cheek. “it’s already morning, sunshine. time to get up.”

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elvis grunted as he slowly opened his eyes. he turned to face you, but his expression scared you; he looked sad and tired.

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“my sweet baby, what's wrong?” you asked as your fingers fixed his messy hair,

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“tired,” he said. “not gettin up.”

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“are you feeling little, love?” you asked. he answered with a nod. “and how little are you feeling today?”

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elvis thought for a minute before holding up two fingers on each hand indicating he was four.

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“my sweet little angel,” you kissed his forehead. “do you want to sleep more?” you asked. elvis nodded while he buried his face into your neck. you let your fingers run though his messy black hair, knowing how much he loved being pat.

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“no tell anyone, mommy, kay?” he muffed against your skin. “prewwy p’ease?”

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“i won’t baby, i promise,” you assured him as you truly smiled about how adorable he was. but you really wouldn't let him get up from now; he needed to rest and you knew it. no man, be it his father or even colonel, would take your baby off bed.

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“pinky?”

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“pinky.”

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“i lov you, mommy,” he held you tightly. “thank yu.”

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“i love you too, baby,” you kissed his forehead. “rest well, sweetie. i won’t let you go. never.”

[bemylord]

ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛꜱᴜ ᴋᴀɪꜱᴇɴ ʙᴏʏꜱ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄʟɪɴɢʏ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱ/ᴏ

characters: yuuji, megumi, toji, satoru, kento, sukuna.

warnings: nothing actually but sukuna. aged up.

a/n: i already made s/o being clingy where s/o got into 'argument' with the characters. today is almost similar, only their reaction to the fact that you always need attention. or they being clingy.

ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ʏᴜᴜᴊɪ:

you and yuuji are too needy buns.

whenever both of you may cuddle - you cuddle.

to be honest, yuuji is freaky amazing as you always need some physical contact - whether it's a momentary kiss on the cheek or you get a chance to ruffle his pink hair, he's always happy as a child.

the one who would be happy to be the little or big spoon - what's the difference anyway? both of you will be stuck together like a sandwich, so he doesn't care whom to be.

you wake him up with ticklish and playful kisses in the neck area. 'mm, y/n, why don't you kiss my lips'

yuuji being himself annoying after training or mission, sluggishly jumping under the blanket, pulling you closer. 'kisses. i wanna kisses. y/n, you kissed me only once today!'

when itadori is tired, his clinginess [?] indicator rises rapidly, demanding a lot of attention.

if you half-mutter 'i wanna cuddle' or 'yuujii~ let's watch a movie together.' expect him to combine these two acts into one, cuddling you on the couch while watching the show.

kissing as a pleasant surprise <3

ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ:

megumi isn't good at showing his emotions.

he wouldn't call himself pesky yet calling himself a little-eager-to-get-your-attention man.

megumi likes when you sneak under his cardigan to get extra kisses from him, feeling the warmth radiating from his body.

he likes spending evenings playing computer games with you, he gives in to you to see your radiant smile and your smug look. 'yes, gumi-gumi, it was i who won you.' 'but the loser gets a dozen kisses.'

you guys sometimes walk in the park near to the dorms with his shikigami dogs. although the dogs don't need a walk but watching as to how you pet and play with them, megumi couldn't reject it.

it melts fushiguro as you ruffle his naughty hair, as he lays on your knees on the couch.

he likes the way you gradually but confidently melt his heart with kisses in the morning.

i think megumi's a manifestation of love would be cute, little gifts like a bar of chocolate.

ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏᴜ:

i think you and gojou annoy the others. cause you're the kind of couple that takes selfies at any second. in the middle of a fight with a dangerous curse - you'll post it on instagram. do you have a new haircut? gojo takes a million photos and puts the best one on his lock screen.

i'm certain he'd be the clingiest in the couple.

and when i said the clingiest i mean it.

and naturally, you're both so cocky - he can kiss you all over the place while you hug him from behind 24/7.

at the home, you always do everything together, it may seem you can't keep your hands off each other.

he likes to tease you while you are his mini-copy.

actually, gojo lives to tease you.

you might think that gojo is acting more clingy than you are - he's like a spy following in your footsteps, trying to get all your attention. 'your lips are in the wrong place.' '??' 'they should be right on my lips.'

and more such foolish jokes from gojo.

ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ:

the first phrase would be: 'darling, i have to finish my report.'

the second would be: 'don't go away, just.. could you massage my shoulders?'

kento loves when you came to his desk to rest him a bit by doing a massage or cup his face with your small palms, coating cheeks with small smooches.

you and kento love to bake bread or try to cook something new.

while cooking, there's a lot, no, a hell of a lot of kissing and uncomplicated dancing - he has both hands on your belly, standing behind you, kissing the top of your head.

nanami isn't good at making food, yet certainly good at kissing.

sunday morning you spend by cooking new recipes, the day you spend by eating the food, whilst the evening..

you're cuddling. just cuddle. hugs in the bed or the bathroom.

if that is might be counted as the clinginess the sorcerer likes to call you darling and never miss the chance to show how much he loves you.

ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ:

you are the one sukuna allows to sit on his throne.

actually, he will do everything for you, only for you.

he allows you to cup his tattoed face with your palms, tantalizingly staring at his mouth yet no kissing the enticing lips. 'don't tease me, girl.'

with one finger he connected your lips, kissing eagerly you.

on the one hand, he gets sooo furious when you ain't coming at his domain after a mission. on another hand, it excites him - he obviously knows how much you needed his embrace.

like toji, he won't admit he also is clingy.

can't describe sukuna being a clingy type around you, but definitely needs your arms around his neck as he takes you to bed.

well, he.. secretly l-likes, when you grab his face in your palms with all your sincere love, kissing the tip of his nose. he wrinkles, because you are so funny. 'i know you need something more than kisses.'

ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴛᴏᴊɪ:

yeah, i've replaced toji to the end bc, i've something to say.

toji fushiguro is disgruntled and angry when you ask him to kiss you for the hundredth time on the day.

once toji called a demanding puppy, you didn't talk with him for two days, as the man is used to fall asleep to your barely audible mumbling.

toji was irritated when saw you fall asleep on the couch. he's already used to being hugged in his sleep, what the hell?

although toji will deny the fact he loves when you're being pesky and annoying and also bothersome by kissing his face.

nevertheless, the thing you've started to notice as you didn't give him good night or good morning kiss, the sorcerer killer will be grumpy.

no! of course, he isn't clingy. never. well, it's one percent of toji being clingy. okay, fine, it's two but not more! 'give me the goodnight kiss.' 'ask more politely, toji.'

he tsks, bringing you closer and kissing you with undisguised greed. after all, it's your fault - you didn't give toji his kiss.

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