#LOOK IM PROBABLY NOT GOING TO HAVE TIME FOR THIS ANY TIME SOON

[mariasont]

A Puddle in Running Shoes A.H.

summary: your boyfriend finds out you have a praise kink and is having way too much fun with that information

masterlist

pairings: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

warnings: some suggestive content, hotch being a menace, reader having a praise kink, end suggests something may happen but nothing explicit in this one folks im getting my libido under control swear, also count how many times r refers to hotch's face as stupid im crying

wc: 1.9k

You hated running. No—loathed it. Detested it. Despised it with every fiber of your being. If there was a stronger word, one that captured the burning, irrational rage you felt whenever someone suggested going for a jog, Spencer might have known it, but you couldn't bring yourself to care enough to ask. Simply put, running was not your thing.

But when Aaron—your boyfriend and somehow the most persistent man alive—asked you to join you on a run, you couldn't exactly say no. He didn't beg—Aaron Hotchner did not beg—but his version of asking, that soft it'd mean a lot to me paired with an encouraging smile, was close enough to begging in your book. Besides, you figured there'd be some sort of reward when you got back home. Aaron was good at those.

So here you were, contributing absolutely nothing to your marathon-obsessed, fitness-loving FBI boyfriend's training. Sweat coated every inch of your body, your legs felt like lead, and your lungs burned with every ragged breath you managed to suck in. The sun blazed overhead, making you feel more like a roasting chicken than a willing participant in this so-called fun activity.

Aaron, on the other hand, looked like he'd stepped out of a fitness ad—shirt clinging to him in ways that felt outright scandalous. Even the sweat on his face somehow made him look even more attractive.

He was at least ten paces ahead of you and every few steps, he'd glance over his shoulder, probably checking to make sure you hadn't spontaneously combusted or snuck off to find an air-conditioned cafe. Honestly, both were real possibilities.

Aaron's pace slowed until he was running beside you, throwing you a smile so unfairly handsome it made your legs feel weaker than they already did.

"How are you feeling?" The question felt retorical—anyone, profiler or not, was sure to be able to read you like an open book right now. "Still alive, or do I need to start figuring out the best way to carry you home without breaking any traffic laws?"

"I think I'm alive," you managed between gasps, wiping sweat from your brow. "But if carrying me is on the table, I'm not above playing dead to make that happen."

"Not necessary—I'd carry you anyway, if only to reward you for keeping up this long. You're doing great."

You foot caught a crack in the pavement, nearly hurling yourself into it, but Aaron's hand was there quicker keeping you upright as you tried to ignore the terrifying way your body had reacted to his compliment.

"Okay you can't just say stuff like that while I'm trying to run," you blurted out, avoiding his gaze. "You're trying to kill me, I swear."

You planted your hands on your hips, still trying to catch your breath, secretly relieved to have a break—even if it almost involved a face-first meeting with the sidewalk.

"Stuff like what?" He tugged at your ponytail and you swatted his hand.

"Nothing," you said way too quickly, shaking your head like you could physically toss what you said aside. "Forget I said anything. Let's just... keep running."

You quickly realized your mistake as soon as you started jogging again. You would never willingly suggest to keep running. Unfortunately, Aaron was actively aware of this, moving to come up beside you. You didn't need to look at him to know he had the stupidest smirk on his face.

He didn't say anything at first, to your immediate relief, just kept jogging beside you. The silence stretched on, his calm breathing only seeming to make your wheezing sound worse.

"You're breathing too shallow," he said after a moment, his tone completely casual like he wasn't even winded. "Try to take deeper breaths—match them to your strides. It'll make it easier."

You glanced towards him out of the corner of your eye before attempting his suggestion. You had no intention of letting him know that it worked. His ego was far too substantial for that.

"See? You're a natural," he said, shooting you a sidelong glance. "Atta girl."

Your brain flatlined and you almost tripped over your feet again, every rational thought replaced by static. What was wrong with you? You vaguely remembered reading somewhere that people with unresolved daddy issues were prone to developing praise kinks. Was that what this was? Whatever the reason, hearing Aaron talk like that shouldn't make you feel all gooey inside, but here you were, a puddle in running shoes.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, yup, fine!"

You stared at the ground so intensely, it was a miracle you didn't bore a hole into the pavement. Your voice had betrayed you, far too shaky and way too rushed, and you knew Aaron was probably filing away every bit of your reaction.

"Hey," he said softly, his hand brushing against the back of your neck as he spoke. "Stop staring at the ground. You'll run better if you keep your head up—it'll open your chest so you can breathe easier."

His hand lingered for a second too long than what your body could handle, leaving you completely flustered and fighting every urge to do exactly the opposite of what he said.

"There you go," he murmured, a small, approving smile tugging at his lips. "That's good, honey. Just like that."

His voice—his god forsaken voice—was like a jolt to your system, and not in a good way. Or maybe it was a good way, which was the problem. It was bad enough to hearing it out here, on the jogging trail, but your brain decided to replay it in an entirely different inappropriate context: one that involved you, him, and a bed.

Your face burned, and you couldn't tell if it was from the exertion, or the very real possibility that your body was too receptive to those words. And now, not only were you fighting for every breath, but you were trying to figure out if the dampness between your legs was entirely from sweat. Surely it was sweat. Right? Gods, you hoped it was sweat.

You stopped so suddenly that Aaron jogged a few steps ahead before he realized you were not longer beside him.

"Okay, I'm calling it. I'm done. Can we please go home now?"

He jogged back to you, an easy smile on his face, and placed his hands on your shoulders as he reached you.

"Alright, we can be done," he teased, thumbs brushing lightly over your collarbones. "You survived, and you did great. I'm proud of you."

He leaned down then, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips that made the ache in your body a little easier to ignore.

When he pulled away, you barely managed to keep standing.

Aaron let out a low laugh, his hands squeezing your shoulders. "Alright. What's going on? What's wrong with you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," you said over your shoulder, practically power walking towards the car.

Aaron's laugh deepened and you ignored the funny feeling curling in your chest.

"Sweetheart," he said, gently tugging your elbow to slow you down. "Come on, talk to me."

"There's nothing to talk about, I'm fine!" You avoided his eyes as you tugged your elbow free. "I'm just tired, and, uh, need a shower."

A cold shower, your brain screamed, but you shoved the thought down.

"I know, I know you're tired," he said, lips curving into a smile, "but that's because you actually pushed yourself. I'm proud of you for sticking with it."

You were pretty convinced you were you were about to go up in flames. Your obituary would read death by too many unnecessary compliments. When your heart inevitably gave out, Aaron would have to explain to Rossi and the others how his dumb smile and sweet words had resulted in second degree manslaughter.

But then you saw it—the smirk. The one that said he absolutely knew what he was doing.

"Oh my gosh, you know!" You groaned and threw your hands in the air. "You know, and you're enjoying this!"

Spinning away from him, you stormed to the car, and slammed the door like it might shield you from his stupidly smug face.

You barely had time to exhale before the passenger door swung open, revealing Aaron, casually leaning against the car.

"You know," he said lightly, his tone far too casual for your liking, "slamming car doors isn't a great habit. You could hurt yourself."

"And you know," you snapped back, pointing at him, "torturing your girlfriend isn't a great habit either!"

He leaned in slowly, his fingers brushing against your shoulder as he grabbed your seatbelt. As he clicked it into place, his face lingered close to yours.

"I wasn't trying to torture you, baby. Just wanted to give you the chance to admit it—that you liked it."

Before you could muster a reply, Aaron's hand slid up to cradle your face, his thumb moving along your cheek. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was so deep, leaving you no choice but to sink into it, even as the faint remnants of your annoyance tried to surface.

By the time he pulled back, you felt like you were under his spell. Then, without another word, he shut your door and headed to the driver's side.

"That's not fair," you muttered, crossing your arms and pouting as you stared out the window.

Aaron's hand found the back of your neck as he backed out of the parking spot, rubbing gently into smooth circles.

"I don't mean to be unfair," he said with a small smile. "I just needed to hear it, because sometimes people don't even realize what they need until they say it out loud. And I wanted to make sure I didn't misread anything—though I'm rarely wrong, as you know."

"Trust me, you remind me every chance you get." Your tone was dry, but you were well aware that the twitch in your lip was giving you away.

"Alright, smartass," he said, chuckling as his fingers pressed a little firmer into your neck. "Now tell me—how does it make you feel when I say those things to you?"

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. "I don't know, okay? I just... like it! Do I have to explain it?"

"You don't have to explain it if you don't want to," he said, "but I'd like to know what it is you like so much."

Aaron's hand moved from your neck to your hand, his fingers sliding between each of yours while his eyes stayed glued to the road, a thing that only came from months of familiar motions.

You let out a long breath. "I don't know. I just like hearing it. It makes me feel good. Special, I guess."

"You are special, sweetheart." His eyes flicked to you before returning to the road. "You're my best girl."

Your stomach flipped violently. You shifted again, trying to disguise the way your thighs pressed together tightly as your face burned hotter than ever. The debate earlier in your head was officially over—absolutely not just sweat, you thought miserably.

Aaron let out a soft chuckle, fingers brushing over your knuckles. "Something I said?"

You swatted his shoulder, your glare losing all its bite thanks to the flush all over your body. "You're enjoying this way too much."

"I can't help it," he murmured, voice dipping just enough to get you on edge. "But don't worry—I'll take care of my best girl once we're home."

You slumped in your seat, muttering something unintelligible that made Aaron chuckle again. And even though you wouldn't admit it, you found yourself smiling, already dreading and anticipating whatever he had planned when you got home.

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[saturnzlv]

AH OK IM ECSTATIC. so like here’s what i’m thinking. friends with benefits denki. he calls or texts you or whatever asking to come over and you guys hang out… usually he’s gone by the morning with just a text that he had to head out because of work or smth. but this time you wake up in the morning to this man laying full body ON TOP OF YOU. take that thought and do with it what you will 😮‍💨💕

hello hello, i hope my vision fits with yours on this!! and i hope i portrayed denki good lol. please enjoy, anon! <3

take a chance on me

— parings: kaminari denki x reader

— notes: mature language & suggestive content

it’s like clockwork—you can probably call it a routine at this point—when denki shot you a text with the simple message of ‘come over?’

at first you two caught up on your days, then he asked for you to stay for dinner and a movie night. like always, he inched his way closer to you as you sat on the couch together with the movie playing. and as expected, his hand slid along the back of the couch, and he leaned into your personal space before asking in a lower tone for you two to move to his bedroom.

“i can be out of your hair by sunrise,” he told you, and you knew he would be. he always was. he always left you in a mass of cold, messy sheets with a text telling you to lock up before you leave.

sunlight peaks through the sheer curtains of denki’s bedroom. you’re not entirely conscious as you struggle to bring a hand to your eyes, and for a good second, in your tired mind, you wonder if you’re having sleep paralysis.

blinking your eyes open and squinting from the sun rays hitting your face, you crane your neck to be met with a tuff of golden hair. his face is buried against your collarbone with his chest diagonally across yours, a leg slot between your own. his hand almost falls over the edge of the bed from his sprawled out position atop of you.

it’s like a weighted blanket has been draped over you. you find it comforting, but also surprising. you didn’t expect for him to sleep in.

“denki,” you murmur, shifting slighting to lift your hand. you bend your arm at the elbow and tap your fingers against his shoulder blade. he doesn’t respond, so you lightly nudge him. “denki.”

an annoyed groan elicits from him, but he doesn’t make any effort to move or speak. you tilt your head to try and glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table, and you pat denki’s hair down to see the digital numbers more clearly, but his hand comes up to try and cover your vision.

you huff, turning your head away from his hand. lifting your hand from his hair, you pull his hand away from your face. “you dickhead,” you mumble, and you’re pretty certain you hear a small laugh come from denki. “get off of me.”

denki laces his fingers with yours before letting your now intertwined hands rest on the mattress. you involuntarily tighten your grip on his hand. “why?” he asks, voice muffled against the skin of your collarbone.

“don’t you have work?”

he lets out a short hum, shaking his head ‘no’. ”i’m off today,” he says, lifting his head up just a little to peer at you. “you wanna get rid of me so soon?”

there’s a playful pout on his lips—you’re not sure if you wanna kiss him stupid or push his head away. with a light, amused scoff, you settle for rolling your eyes and tilting your head to look away from him.

denki’s lips curl into a little bit of a frown as he leans back. “wait, you wanna get rid of me?” he lets go of your hand in favor of propping himself up on his left forearm, his body weight still a little atop of you.

you shake your head a little before looking back at denki. “i never said that.”

“you implied it,” he retorts, to which you furrow your brows.

“me rolling my eyes implied that i wanted you gone?”

denki gave you a look that practically read, ‘uh, duh?’ you lift your hand to his head, fingers lightly brushing back the unruly blonde strands from his forehead.

“you’re real stupid when you first wake up,” you say, yet your tone of words is more tender than its meaning.

he’s also real expressive, you notice, when he first wakes up. there’s a small furrow in his brows, and the sunlight basks him in a warm embrace. there’s a light dusting of freckles along his nose and high points of his cheeks, as well as a few lighter lightning shaped scars on his fair skin.

“and you’re real mean.” denki pouts, pulling his best beaten-up, puppy dog look.

your hand shifts from his hair to his brows, and you lightly run the pads of your fingers along his brow bone. “i’m calling you stupid but said with affection.”

your palm cups his jaw, and it’s almost automatic how he relaxes his face into your touch. he has a bit of a softer, surprised look in his eyes. his right hand lightly skims the expanse of your side, and it threatens a shiver to run up your spine.

“affection?” he repeats.

shit. “what?” you say with a slight (almost nervous) chuckle. “friends can’t be affectionate now?”

for a moment, he stares at you as if he doesn’t believe your words. it makes you nervous—he makes you nervous—and you can only let out an awkward chuckle before murmuring, “what?”

“so are we still friends?” he asks.

you can’t help but feel a little confused. your brows furrow as you continue to stare up at denki, and your hand comes to rest near his nape. with a tentative touch, your fingers thread through the messy strands.

“why wouldn’t we be?” you ask.

he lifts his hand from your side and awkwardly gestures between you two. “‘cause of this?” he then gestures to the few articles of clothing on the floor, then aimlessly around his room. “all this?”

you blink. what are you even supposed to say? your lips part to speak, but you can’t find the right words.

you’re laying in his bed, wearing his shirt, and had planned to steal his coffee maker and a mug before you left, but now you’re trapped. you’re trapped by him sleeping in with you, you’re trapped by him caging you to the mattress, and you’re immensely trapped by his stupid question.

“do you not want this anymore?” you ask hesitantly.

denki glances from your heavy gaze to your lips. his hand settles at the curve of your hip. he swallows dryly before sighing softly and making eye contact with you.

“can’t i want more?”

you’ll admit to yourself that his words stun you. you didn’t expect that response, but you should’ve known feelings would eventually come to play after fucking around with your close friend for months now.

“you like me?” you ask, words spoken softly.

his lips curl into a nervous grin, and his fingertips lightly press into the skin at your hip. “whoops?”

the short conversation leaves you two in a brief silence, simply staring at each other and trying to gather what you both want from this agreement. denki wants more than just a quick fuck, and you’re not entirely sure what you want.

you like denki (you’re sure of it), but you don’t know if you love him. does he love you? would he still love you even after knowing every little thing about you, more than what he already knows? if he learns the ins and outs of how you work, would he still want you?

“so…” denki draws out the word. his thumb brushes against your hipbone. “can i maybe take you out?”

there was an urge to allow denki to dote on you, and you were seconds away from succumbing. besides, how bad could a few dates, and maybe more, be? he could be a good boyfriend. you’re finding yourself liking that word in reference to denki, anyways. it sounds nice, and having denki be more than just a quick fuck sounds even better.

so you nod softly and let yourself take a chance on him. why not?

[anakinca]

I have this idea... There is a strong storm on Coruscant, Anakin's padawan is afraid of storms so she goes to look for him in his room since it's night time and there is no one in the corridors.

She arrives at the door but she feels ashamed to look for him because of something silly when she was about to leave, the door opens and she sees Anakin with a frown of concern when he sees his pretty girl with her eyes shining with tears, Anakin is about to ask her what's wrong when a thunder sounds and she shrieks and in an unconscious movement she rushes to hug Anakin by the waist with her face pressed to his (perfect 😍) chest.

Anakin lifts her up in his arms puts her on his bed he lays down next to her, faces her and looks at her with so much love , he tells her that as long as she is with him she should not be afraid he will protect her. In an act of adoration Anakin kisses her on the lips. And so she falls asleep happy to hear the constant heartbeat of her beloved master.

I hope you like it 💗 Please, fluff

—❝your sanctuary❞

anakin skywalker x reader

tw ; nothing, just pure fluff

a/n ; this was so adorable to write, angel 😭😭 i loved loved LOVED coming up with something for this, so i'm hoping u all enjoy this <333 also guys pls i swear im responding to all your requests soon, i'm writing all of them as of now 😭 but my requests are always open, so please feel free to send any in <3

THE STORM ON CORUSCANT RAGED WITH A FEROCITY THAT RATTLED THE VERY WALLS OF THE JEDI TEMPLE. Lightning painted the city in stark flashes of white and silver, the thunder following like a giant’s roar, shaking the floors beneath your feet. Rain streamed against the windows in relentless sheets, the sound echoing down the empty corridors.

You couldn’t sleep. Not with the storm raging outside, each crack of thunder making your chest tighten just a little more. The shadows seemed darker tonight, the cold more biting. It was silly, you told yourself over and over again. You were a Jedi Padawan—fear of storms was something you should’ve outgrown long ago. But no matter how much you repeated it, your feet carried you down the dimly lit hallways toward the one place that always made you feel safe; your master’s quarters.

Stopping just outside his door, you hesitated—the shame creeping in like a cold breeze. What were you doing? Anakin would probably laugh or tease you for this. Or worse—he’d think less of you for being so afraid of something so small. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. Maybe you should just go back to your room. The storm wouldn’t last forever, and you could handle a few more hours of this… right?

Just as you turned to leave, the door slid open with a soft hiss, and there he was.

Anakin stood in the doorway, his brow furrowed in concern, his hair adorably tousled from sleep. He was shirtless with only a black lounge robe on, hanging just slightly off his frame, and yet he somehow still looked like the most solid, comforting presence in the galaxy. His eyes—those familiar, warm blue eyes—softened the moment they landed on you.

“Hey,” he said gently, his voice low and a little rough from sleep. “What’s wrong?”

The words hit you like a wave, and before you could answer, a deafening clap of thunder shook the Temple. You couldn’t stop the small whimper that escaped your lips, or the way your feet carried you forward in an instant. Without thinking, you threw your arms around his waist, pressing your face into the warm, solid expanse of his chest.

His body stiffened for only a second before he melted into the hug, his arms wrapping around you protectively. One hand rested on your back, the other gently cradling your head as he leaned down, pressing his cheek lightly to the top of your hair. “Hey, it’s okay,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “I’ve got you.”

You didn’t say anything, your fingers clutching at the fabric of his robe as you buried yourself deeper against him. His heartbeat thudded steadily beneath your ear, a quiet, comforting rhythm that began to calm the storm inside you, even as the one outside continued to rage.

After a moment, he shifted, his hands never leaving you as he scooped you up effortlessly into his arms. The motion caught you by surprise, but you didn’t protest, instead curling into him like a lifeline. He carried you back inside, the door sliding shut behind him, muffling the sound of the storm ever so slightly.

He crossed the room to his bed, lowering you onto the soft mattress with the utmost care, as if you were something fragile and precious—which to him, you are.

You watched him through tear-brimmed eyes as he settled beside you, his body close but not overwhelming—his face soft with concern and something else you couldn’t quite place.

Reaching out, he brushed a strand of hair from your face with the kind of tenderness that made your chest ache. His touch lingered, his thumb gently tracing along your cheek. “You don’t have to be afraid,” he said softly, his voice barely more than a whisper. “As long as you’re with me, nothing can hurt you. I won’t let it.”

The sincerity in his voice, the sheer weight of his promise, made your heart flutter. His eyes held yours, filled with so much love, so much quiet devotion, that it made the rest of the galaxy seem insignificant.

You nodded, your lips parting as if to say something, but the way he looked at you stole the words before they could come. His gaze was intense yet tender, as if you were the only thing in the galaxy that mattered to him in that moment.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The storm continued to rage outside, but it felt distant now, like it couldn’t reach you here. His hand moved to cup your face fully, his thumb tracing soft circles along your cheekbone. And then, as if compelled by a force greater than himself, he leaned in.

You froze, your breath catching as his lips brushed against yours, hesitant and searching. It was a kiss unlike anything you had imagined—soft, reverent, and filled with so much unspoken emotion that your eyes fluttered closed as you kissed back. For a brief second, you thought he might pull away, but then he deepened the kiss ever so slightly, as if he couldn’t help himself.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your skin. His eyes searched yours, filled with an almost desperate kind of love and a flicker of guilt that quickly faded as you leaned into him, your trust in him unwavering.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I couldn’t...”

You shook your head, stopping him from continuing, a small, trembling smile gracing your lips. “Don’t be.”

He exhaled a shaky breath, his arms wrapping around you once more as he pulled you close. This time, you didn’t hesitate, letting yourself melt into him completely. His embrace was your sanctuary, his warmth chasing away every lingering trace of fear.

The storm outside continued to rumble, but in his arms, you felt nothing but peace. His heartbeat, steady and constant beneath your ear, became the only sound that mattered. As sleep began to claim you, you felt him press a gentle kiss to your hair, his voice a soft murmur against your skin.

“Sleep, sweetheart. I’ll protect you, always.”

And as your eyes drifted closed, your last thought was exactly that—that no matter how loud the storm grew, as long as you were in his arms, you would always feel safe.

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[killuasskateboard]

Hiiii ! ^_^

Can I request a killua x reader

Reader is always in her room listnening to music or just on her phone for 10+ hours and only gets out to get snacks or water (she daydreames to music) <3

!!FEEL FREE TO IGNORE!!

A/n: thank you sm for requesting! I hope the story is what you expected it'll be ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧. Feel free to request more :) (i need requests so badly)

Warnings !: non!

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

Today was a normal peaceful sunny day. The wind flowing peacefully, the sun shining brightly filled with cheer, birds chirping. Overall it was a nice day to head outside.

The silverette laid on his bed looking out at the window 'it seems like a nice day to go out..' he thought to himself as he stood up from his bed. 'wonder what's y/n doing' he asked himself as he walked out of his room towards your room.

He then knocked on your door.... No answer. That slightly irritated him making him wanting to just flung the door open but he knew that wasnt very polite- BUT HELL YEAH JUST FLUNG THE DOOR OPEN! he then just bursts into the room, scanning across the room for you.. there she is! You were on the bed listening to musics, thats probably why you couldn't hear anything (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠).. there was never a day you would go touch some grass..

"Y/N!" Killua called out, but you didnt turn your head.. "what music is she listening to that she cant hear anythinggg?!" the boy muttered under his breath, he then just walked closer towards the girl, as he tapped on your shoulder. "Y/n?" He called oit again, finally the girl answered "oh killua, hey" she spoke.

"FINALLY! YOU TOOK SO GODDAMN LONG TO ANSWER ME WHEN I WAS CALLING YOU FOR A THOUSAND OF TIMES! (⁠ノ⁠ಠ⁠益⁠ಠ⁠)⁠ノ" he complained.

"Sorry i guess...? (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)" The girl answered.

Killua sighed, he was irritated, but he loves you dearly, he always love the fact that your always oblivious, to him, its adorable.

The boy then bend down looking at her phone "whatcha listening?" He asks "just some of my favorite songs" the girl smiled softly, making him smile too, her smile was just.. very contagious (hehe).

"Wanna go outside?" The silverette asks. You looked at him "maybe I'll pass, i want to just stay at my room" you spoke.

The boy knew you were gonna answer this, so the boy slightly groans "Well too bad. Your coming with me" he spoke grabbing your hand softly. "noooo i don't wannaaaa" you whined. "Lets go skateboarding" the silverette spoke.. ofcourse.. he always love skating.

"But I can't skate" the girl spoke.

"Ill teach you" the boy replied.

"You'll just tease me whenever i fall!" The girl complained.

"Ill not" killua replied impatiently as he just dragged you outside. The sun shining brightly to your face.

"Owwww my eyessss! The sun is shining so bright!" The girl complained. "Its normal" killua spoke "you just never go outside, thats why you're not used to the sun and you should touch some grass" killua says, his voice filled with a bit of playfulness.

"Ugh whatever" the girl finally accepted defeat. The silverette gave you the signature cat-coded grin.

Soon the two practiced skateboard together.. thats when you almost fell from the skateboard making killua laugh playfully and he teased you.

"SEE I KNEW IT! YOUR GONNA TEASE ME!" The girl complains making killua laugh more.

The sunny day was filled with laughter and cheer. How wonderful it is :)

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Thank you sm for reading ! Have a nice day!

Im so sorry for grammar mistakes and any writing mistakes , english isnt my first language so please understand (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠).

[s1lly-gh02tz]

Do you see my vision here

[figofswords]

i know ive made myself the #1 izutsumi stan in the eyes of all of my friends and probably some of you online people but what if i became a mithrun stan. there is something about him that compels me. i just want to *clenches fist* put him on the drying rack. lovingly stick him into a tupperware for later. make him into. a broth of some sort. do you understand

[good-beanswrites]

My last post made me want to spin the ballet au to suit the general cast, keeping Es as the protagonist 🩰

I don't have art for this one but I still got a bit carried away with the details LOL This definitely leans more into a sweet fix-it :3

The story would open with Es waking up in the medical room of Milgram Dance Academy, a very small and isolated school. Es is told they suffered a bad head injury during a performance, resulting in amnesia. Their instructor (Jackalope. Make this work however you wish.) tells them not to worry about it, and to focus on their dancing for now. Es feels a pressing responsibility to stay and rehearse, so they agree.

Jackalope tells them they must understudy several roles while recovering, not ready to jump into things right away. They're grateful, since they're struggling with their identity and expression without their memories.

The first student they are directed to is a shy and lanky dancer by the name of Haruka. They study under him as the role of a graceful, melancholic swan. They watch the choreography in general, and it looks nice enough. Es proceeds to spend several rehearsals with him, talking and bonding and learning he has a bit more going on than meets the eye. They try to offer help as he admits to familial issues, self esteem questions, and comments about sibling jealousy. In turn, he teaches Es to mimic some of his powerful emotions. At the end of their time together, they both perform for their class in full costume and staging. Now, Es understands each move with a deeper understanding than their initial look at the steps.

Next, they’re sent to meet the bubbly girl playing Juliet and begin the process anew. This continues to make a total of ten roles. Some of the dancers take the sessions kindly, while others are brash, secretive, or just confusing.

After rehearsing with Kotoko and learning to understand her determination and confidence, Es is sent back to Haruka, who has moved onto a new show and new role. They’re shocked to discover that their words to each dancer – always well-intentioned – had caused some issues backstage. Now, there are rivalries and changes in stage presence. While experiencing stress (that Es has inadvertently caused,) some were distracted in rehearsal and got injured. Es must take on the interpersonal issues as well as the choreography challenges.

I don’t have all the roles down and was trying to stick to well-known shows anyway, but I think I’d want Muu to be the Sugar Plum Fairy, Kazui to be Albrecht from Giselle, and Amane to be Clara. I wanted to keep them traditionally gendered to prove there are plenty of roles for men, but I can’t help but have Odette/Odile thoughts for T1 Mikoto ;-;

Like the other post, I'm equally tempted to have the dancers performing ballet adaptations of the mvs 👀 I want to see. Bee tutu. Doctor coat costume. Marching band tutu. AKAA mismatched look. The backgrounds. The music. The choreo. So many cool possibilities...

As a sweet au, it all ends with everyone better for having met one another. Es is cast in a solo performance, combining everything they've learned both emotionally and technically from the others. They feel satisfied with their sense of identity, and shine onstage ✨️✨️✨️

[jrueships]

guess whos not going in at all this week, actually

[thedrotter]

filler doodles about how i comedically whitewashed myself as a child (despite also being the darkest i had and still have ever been in my entire life) because i cannot wrap my head around it

[imbeingtauntedbyachild]

Alicia explorations and an attempt at project sekais 2d models

[loverboybrightsideghost]

"reblog for something lgbt to happen to you" at this point i'd be grateful if something straight happened to me

[itsalwaysdark]

i think itis funny in the past when i would list my interests as if i post abt them i donot post abt the shit im into rly Mainly bc im not rly Into Into anything anymore i occasionally watch or read or play something but i dont do fandom stuff rly much.... just sometimes i get brainworms

[orcelito]

Gencon is very busy...!!!

Ummmmm highlights of the day..!!!

I maybe bought 4 Naruto figurines. Thankfully not individually expensive (though perhaps a little expensive all together...) see I wanted Sasuke but I also wanted Kakashi and I couldn't have Sasuke without Naruto and well it would feel wrong to have the 3 of them without Sakura and so I somehow. Got all 4. Haha. I'll most likely post pics later, whenever I end up opening them. I'm still at the convention center rn lol

(Putting the rest of this under a cut bc it got a little long lol)

I was on the field of the Lucas Oil Stadium, aka the stadium that the Indianapolis Colts play at. I've attended all of One game here (not professional football, it was a high school game lol) so I've felt the size of it, but it's still fucking crazy being on the field. It's so BIG...... and obviously they've got the grass covered rn, but it's still pretty cool!!!

I maaaade dice!!! Pretty precise process it seems, & definitely would require a Lot of work (after the sanding and the painting etc etc). I do still wanna get into it, but if I wanted to spring for stuff like the vacuum chamber or the pressure pot...

Yeah, it'd get expensive. Add in the fact that I don't have a good place to do this away from the cats & it really is not feasible to start rn. But!!! Eventually!!!! I think I'd really enjoy it. I just need a dedicated workshop space where I can spread out without worrying about poisoning my cats lol.

Here's some cool game set stuff I saw in the event hall. This picture is maybe... hm... a fourth of the event hall? And then when you consider that the vender hall (connected to the event hall, though it's closed right now) is maybe 1.5 times as big as the event hall?? Give or take a little...

Aka just imagine booths upon booths upon booths... I'm gonna have to take a pic of it tomorrow. I was there too briefly to think about taking a pic. Honestly I maybe managed to get through like a tenth of the whole vender hall in an hour of wandering. It's fucking huge. And So Many Dice... I bought one set of 14 (I think it was) dice. Aka an extended set. And then I got a random set bag of dice (just a basic 7). And then a d20 with a cat on it. And a dice of LETTERS. Aka I guess a d26 (I totally did not have to double check that there were 26 letters in the alphabet)(I have 702k words written & posted to ao3)(😂😂😂 I'm very tired) but with letters instead of numbers. And it's glow in the dark!!! And I found some hxh buttons, and a mighty nein poster, and uhmmmm. A cute lanyard. And that's all I bought. Which really is such restraint for me. (Omfg I just saw a dragon cosplay)(someone just dressed as a dragon)

OH YEAH I saw a fucking. Persona 5 Ryuji cosplay. Hanging out with the biker lady from Durarara. Featuring the Ryuji holding her scythe hfksbfmd which was such a funny image. I was too shy to ask for a pic but just trust 🙏 i saw this

Anyways yeah the only real big thing I bought is the naruto figurines. I'll show pics later once I got the stuff again (I dropped it all off in the car earlier)

Omfg literally as I've been sitting here (on a bench at the side of a main hallway) someone stopped by and gave me a handmade bracelet !!!

DND's 50th anniversary!!! So cute!!!!

[phagodyke]

looking up info on keloid scarring is so helpful. thanks man I didn't think of trying that one

[theood]

Suddenly so stressed about everything 👍

[bf-rally]

Progress on the interaction page!