#Oh how I love it when my rib just decides it doesn't want me to exist

[call-me-chips]

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[ashtheketchum]

How would the Sawyer family react to their first kiss? (+ Thomas Hewitt)

A/N: I thought for a long time about whether I really wanted to start something with the horror fandom here and I've decided to do it! I'm a huge Texas Chainsaw Massacre fan and accordingly I'm going to write something about these characters. This is my first time writing for the Sawyers and Thomas, so please show mercy!

Warnings: GN.Reader, mention of s(c)ex, mention of cannibalism, I use they/them pronouns for Bubba

Characters: Bubba Sawyer, Drayton Sawyer, Chop Top Sawyer, Nubbins Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt

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Bubba Sawyer:

They would squeal loudly and mumble something that you can't understand

They never thought that someone as adorable as you would ever kiss them!

They would also be so happy that they would hug you and spin around on the spot

If your ribs aren't broken from the hug, they wouldn't let go until you couldn't breathe anymore

Then they would apologize with loud whimpers and squeaking noises

If the brothers found out, they would be a little shy before admitting it

They would make fun of it in their own way, but you didn't mind

But they themself would never kiss you on the mouth afterwards, but on the cheek or forehead

They just feel too insecure to kiss you on the mouth without really knowing that you want it too (But oh boy, you want it)

But you also respect that they doesn't want to step out of their comfort zone

Drayton Sawyer:

This poor old man would say insults under his breath

Don't expect too much of a reaction from him, he doesn't believe much in love and (as he would spell it) scex

But he's an old fashion man that means he would also give you a peck back (But only if his brothers aren´t around-)

But nothing more

"Why would you kiss an old man like me now?" would be a question he would ask you, but he still has a slight grin on his lips

Sometimes he also teases you that these lips recently ate a human

If his brothers found out about this, he would beat them with his broom

Bubba would just shyly turn away and cover their eyes, so Drayton only insults them

Don't you dare kiss him in front of his family! He doesn't like to do it, but if you provoke him, he'll use the broom on you too!

With him, there would only be small pecks, don't expect more from him

Chop Top Sawyer:

He would jump around happily and scream loudly

"I just got a kiss! I just got a kiss!"

Then he would ask you for a kiss again

And then again

And then again-

His brothers wouldn't even have to find out, he would tell his brothers himself

When Drayton acts disgusted or disappointed, Chop Top just teases him about being jealous

When you're alone, you always listen to music together and while listening to the music, you would kiss over and over again

Chop Top says that you should time your kisses to the beat

After your first kiss, there would be no more "normal" kisses, only passionate kisses

Nubbins Sawyer:

He would be similar to his twin brother

After your first kiss, which was just a small kiss, you wouldn't kiss normally anymore

Sometimes he would take pictures of him kissing your cheek or gently biting you (aka. His way of kissing you)

I can really imagine that sometimes he would just gently bite you instead of kissing you

"B-b-but this is m-my way t-t-o kiss you, y-y-y/n!"

You accept it as long as he doesn't bite you hard

The pictures he takes he would hang on your wall or try to sell to some victims

Just like his twin brother, Nubbins would just tell everyone (Even the victims-)

He would be like: "Y-y-y-you know…! I-i just ha-ad my first k-kiss!"

He might be a little too proud of it, but give him this moment

Thomas Hewitt:

At first he would be completely overwhelmed

For a whole minute he would just stare at you and not move at all before he would flinch and shake his head slightly

Although you could hardly see it through his mask, he would turn completely red

After that he would gently stroke your cheek and grunt quietly

Luda May would just smile lovingly at you two and murmur quietly how proud she was of her son

Hoyt would just gag quietly before sending Thomas back to the basement to continue working on the ,,dinner"

Thomas would only kiss you in the basement or when Hoyt wasn´t near you two

When you go to sleep, you sometimes kiss more passionately, but only when you go to sleep

You would play with his long hair while he would stroke your back

Before he goes out to hunt the victims, he gives you a quick kiss on the lips

[starboye]

pairing: dick grayson x male reader

summary: patching up dicks wounds after a night patrol and things get a little more heated, so what would be the worst thing that could happen between two exes

warnings: smut, hand job, cursing, a lil angst

dick was well... a dickhead, he never knew when to stop fighting, staying out way past the patrol time he said he had and getting beat senseless in the process, now here he was knocking at your door beaten and bruised asking for help and how could you deny the man of assistance.

"and how exactly did this happen" you ask walking out your bathroom with a first aid kit in hand "just bit off more than i could chew" dick chuckles before wincing in pain from his broken ribs "i told you don't fight the battles you know you can't win" you roll your eyes "yeah but what would be the fun in that" he jokes.

"well look where that got you, limping to your ex boyfriends door asking for help" you say wiping the cuts with some alcohol making dick jump a little from the pain "yeah but at least i get to see this beautiful face again" dick smile "flattery doesn't get you out of this" you sternly say patching up the cut on his chest and wrapping a bandage around the bullet hole on his arm.

"h-hey" dick says turning your face to look at him "just come back to titans tower with me it's safer than being here" he says "now you know i moved out because we broke up" you say finishing up fixing his wounds "but that doesnt mean that you can't come back" dick says trying to convince you.

you look at dick for a little before standing "i fixed you up now you can go" you say not trying to look him in the eyes because you know you'll get reeled in "hey look at me i still love you" dick softly say lifting you eyes to look at him before kissing you sweetly and pulling back slightly, you could still feel his breath grazing your lips.

and before you could think you leaned back into his lips, kissing him passionately which quickly turns into a make out session with you straddled across dicks lap as you messily kiss each other "will you please just come back with me" dick asks in between sloppy kisses "dick no we tried this once and look where that brought us" you say.

"what, two exes making out on the couch" he chuckles grabbing your ass "you know what i mean" you say poking at his injury making him wince "fucker" he breathlessly say "we broke up because you decided you cared more about fighting crime than being with your boyfriend" you say pulling down his pants, him lifting up a little to help you bring them down to let his dick spring out.

"and please im sorry for that y/n but i promise i changed" dick says lightly letting out a groan as you bring his dick into your hand "yeah and you show me that by showing up to my apartment bloody and beaten" you chuckle "it's been hard since you left okay" dick defends as you slowly stoke his cock "well i'm starting to move on and i'm not regressing because you wanna play superhero for gotham" you say quickening your hand.

"well- fuck... well if you come back i could be the man you want me to be" he says moving his kisses to your neck "dick, i love you but you need to learn to separate work and relationships" you say rubbing his tip lightly "oh fuck you, how am i supposed to respond when you keep fucking with me" dick smirks "it's what i do best" you smirk back.

"fuck fuck fuckkk" dick grunts thrusting his hips upward into your fist before cumming all over your hand and letting huffs fall from his mouth "now how about you leave" you say with a smile "im not leaving till you come back with me" dick say looking up at you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

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[dangerpronebuddie]

hi maggie 🥰

70 for the 100 kiss prompts please!!

Hi Nolan 🥰

I loved this one! Hope you like it darling 💕

Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night 30/?

70. An accidental kiss that confuses you both, but only a moment passes before you crash your lips back against each other's

Summary:

“Actions speak louder than words,” Eddie shrugs. “Goodnight,” he smiles, leaning in for a quick kiss.

“Night,” Buck says softly, meeting him in the middle.

Wait a minute.

Eddie pulls back like he's been shocked. And he has. In way more ways than one.

(read below!)

They're sitting on Eddie's couch, talking over some (admittedly dull) action movie Chim recommended, one night they both managed to have free.

Eddie had ended things with Marisol at the makeshift wedding in the hospital, and hasn't been eager to "get back out there." He still doesn't know why he decided then was the best time, but it was for the best. When you spend the entire day wishing you could marry your best friend and not your girlfriend, there's something wrong with the relationship.

Buck and Tommy had decided to stay friends, and the three of them still got together often for fights or a beer, (no basketball. Not again), and Buck hasn't jumped back into dating yet.

And, with Chris being the social butterfly Eddie never was, the kid was at yet another sleepover, leaving Buck and Eddie without any plans.

So, pizza and about three beers later, Buck is deciding whether to stay the night. Something he hasn't done in months. Not since he came to Eddie after the lightning.

“Come on, do you really want to drive home at one in the morning?” Eddie reasons. He pretends his reasons for offering the couch are noble. They're actually… kinda pathetic. Be in love with your best friend and try to keep your dignity, or your sanity.

Buck smiles and sips his beer. “If I didn't know any better I'd say you've missed me.”

I always miss you when you go, Eddie doesn't say. “Oh yeah. I don't know how I manage to sleep without your snoring as a lullaby,” he says instead, tugging on a curl behind Buck's ear.

Buck gently elbows him in the ribs. “If that's your way to convince me…”

“I never said my negotiation techniques were good,” Eddie shrugs.

“They're terrible,” Buck scoffs, earning himself an elbow to the ribs right back. He giggles and ducks his head with a smile, pulling his lower lip between his teeth. “Okay, I'll stay. Wouldn't want you to have to sleep without my snoring as your white noise machine.”

“What do you know? My negotiation techniques worked!” Eddie grins.

Buck rolls his eyes and shoves at his shoulder. “I will never admit it.”

“Actions speak louder than words,” Eddie shrugs. “Goodnight,” he smiles, leaning in for a quick kiss.

“Night,” Buck says softly, meeting him in the middle.

Wait a minute.

Eddie pulls back like he's been shocked. And he has. In way more ways than one.

He has no idea what made him do it.

Maybe the box holding his feelings for Buck had finally exploded. Maybe his brain got up the courage without telling him the plan. Maybe it was the easy affection they'd been exchanging recently. Shoulder touches, lingering hugs, knees pressed together in the engine or on the couch.

Maybe it was just Buck.

Either way, Eddie feels like he's been struck by lightning again.

Judging by the wide eyed stare he's getting from Buck, he's at least not alone in his confusion.

“Eds,” Buck whispers, glancing at Eddie's lips.

“I'm sor-”

Buck surges forward, stealing the words from his lips and cupping his cheek. Eddie sighs into the kiss and melts against him, reaching up to card his fingers through soft curls.

Buck grips Eddie's hips, nudging him until he gets the message. Eddie throws a leg over Buck and straddles him, never once breaking their kiss.

He has no idea what's happening. But there's no way he's going to stop it.

Buck slips his hands beneath Eddie's henley, splaying his palms on his ribs as he teases the seam of his lips apart. Eddie makes a soft noise as Buck licks into his mouth. He tangles his fingers in Buck's curls and settles more firmly in his lap.

They kiss until the need for oxygen separates them. Eddie rests his forehead against Buck's. Buck traces nonsensical patterns on Eddie's lower back.

“Guess actions really do speak louder than words,” Buck smirks. Eddie kisses the expression off his face.

“Stay,” Eddie whispers, and it feels right. Asking Marisol to stay always made something sour twist in his gut.

All he feels now is butterflies, giddy and fizzy like champagne.

“That was the plan,” Buck says with a cheeky grin.

“Stay,” Eddie says again, pouring everything it's too soon to say into the word.

I want you, stay. Don't sleep on the couch, stay. I love you, stay.

Buck presses a soft kiss to his lips, just like their first kiss and yet somehow completely different. “Okay. I'll stay. For as long as you want me.”

“Forever,” Eddie whispers before kissing him again.

From 100 kiss prompts

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Request here my dear

Villain offers a massage to hero because they know how exhausted he is after so many battles. Villain is very skilled and relaxes hero but when the hero has to get up he realises hes got a bit of an issue in his pants :)

Give us some sexual tension don't be shy ;)

"I get it," the villain said. "That much responsibility on your back. No wonder you're stiff."

The villain smiled to themselves as they dug their fingernails into the hero's back, dragging them down. And they weren't the only one enjoying it: the hero moaned in response and curled his back a little. To remind the hero who was in charge, they pressed him back into the bed and tutted.

"But I am still surprised that you crawled to me and begged me to either punch or hug you. Our golden boy is really at his limits, hm?" The villain put a flat hand on the hero's back and rubbed gently. The hero had been in their apartment quite a few times already. Never on his own terms, it was mostly the villain dragging him here to stitch his wounds. But admittedly, the villain enjoyed not being alone.

"I had a long week," he said, his face half-buried in the villain's pillows.

"It's Wednesday."

"So?" he asked, more exhausted than the villain had expected.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" they asked.

"Nah." He didn't even look at them. Unfortunately, the villain got a little too distracted by him. They looked at his broad back, big muscles relaxing, his body breathing rythmically. The villain was a little hot, not really knowing where their eyes were supposed to stay. It was a little overwhelming.

"I've been told I'm great at talking. About stuff like that." The villain let their hand travel up and down the hero's back, tender fingers moving in patterns and lines. The hero took in a deep breath and his head turned around, two sleepy eyes checking out their enemy.

"I'm gonna smell like you if I keep laying here," he said.

"See it as payment. You tell me what happened and I won't kick your ass."

"You decided not to kick my ass. I wouldn't mind a fight."

"Oh, really?" Once again, the villain let their nails scratch over the hero's back and this time, the hero squeezed his eyes shut, exhaling heavily. "Do you want to beg me to break your bones? That's a strange request."

"Fine," he mumbled. "I got transferred."

"What?!"

"Yeah, like half across the country. Fucking sucks." The villain didn't know what to say. The hero was the only reason why they had moved here. He was the only reason why they stayed.

"Christ, that's not..." The villain swallowed. Their fingers were still going up and down the hero's back but the villain wasn't even aware how close their fingertips were to the hero's waist band.

"I know, I tried to argue with them but they were convinced I needed to leave the city," he said. "I hope it's not because of us but I think it is."

"What do you mean?" the villain asked but they knew exactly what he meant. They weren't allowed to do this. To be in bed together, to know where the other was staying, to stitch up each other.

It wasn't normal.

"People might know about us. I don't really care about that. Reputation or gossip - I'll still save people and I'll still love the people that I love. It doesn't matter to me what they print." He still didn't really turn his body. "Can you move your hand?"

To the villain's surprise, they discovered that their hand had been on the hero's lower back for a little too long. They found another way up the hero's back.

"So, you're moving soon?"

"Unfortunately," he said. "Believe me, I am still trying to fight it out, it's just a lot of paperwork."

Well, what exactly held the villain back, then?

They hesitated. This was stupid.

But then, they leaned over and kissed the hero's cheek. The villain felt their own heart banging against their ribs, making them almost panic. However, the hero - although he seemed surprised - pressed a kiss to their lips. It was quick and awkward and for a second, the villain could only stare at the man in their bed, the only person that was important.

He turned a little and the villain couldn't help but go in for another kiss. Harder this time, more passionate. The villain had nothing to lose now. They were tired of pretending they weren't yearning for him and his body. They were tired of pretending not to notice his muscles or his messy hair or his raspy voice in the morning. Totally tired of pretending they didn't like his dumb jokes or how he didn't even have to stand on his tip-toes to reach the villain's coffee.

"Wait..." he murmured, "get on top."

And the villain did. The hero pulled them on top easily.

"Oh. Oh."

"Don't even-" But the villain had to giggle and moved their hips a little, just to rile him up even more. He could only moan quietly and grab the villain's thighs to stop them. "You're evil."

"You deserve a good goodbye," the villain answered but in reality, they let him struggle for twenty minutes until their hand finally dove down.

[echos-of-laughter]

Decided to write another Epic fic! I saw the ✨️Hermes✨️ and ⚡️ZEUS⚡️ TikTok, and I could resist writing about Hermes and Ares sibling bond.

This is Lee!Ares and Ler!Hermes with a bit of Lee!Hermes and Ler!Ares at the end bc I couldn't resist!

Btw, feel free to give me constructive criticism about my writing! Just please be respectful 😊

Anyways, hope yall enjoy!

Hermes and Ares had just spent the day with their father. Well, more specifically, Hermes had spent the day with their father while Ares was brushed off to the side. Any time he tried to get their father's attention, the king of the gods just scoffed and went back to paying attention to Hermes. Ares wasn't mad at his brother, though. Jealous, maybe, but not mad. It wasn't his little brothers fault that their father played favorites. Hermes even tried to include him occasionally, but Zeus wasn't having it.

    By the end of the day, Ares felt horrible. He had sat down next to Hermes, and Zeus had just gotten up and walked off. As his father walked off, Hermes rubbed his back and said, "There there darling, I'm glad you're here," and laid his head on his big brothers shoulder.

    "Thanks, Hermes," Ares replied while laying his head on his brothers.

    "You alright?" Hermes asked.

    "Yeah. I mean, it's not like I'm not used to it. Father never has the time for me. It's fine. He's a busy god."

    "That doesn't make it right. You're his son, too. You're allowed to want his attention, and you're allowed to get upset at him for ignoring you."

    Ares sighed. "You might be right, Hermes, but there's nothing that either of us can do about it. Father is going to do what he wants, and we can't change that."

    "I know. That doesn't mean I have to like it. Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?"

    Normally, Ares would brush it off like he was fine. But this was Hermes, and Hermes always had a way of finding out how people truly feel, so he didn't even bother with putting up an act. "Just sit with me for a while?

    "Of course darling."

    And so they sat, arms around each other, looking out at the sea. It was as the waves were crashing against the rocks that Hermes suddenly got an idea. He abruptly sat up, startling his brother, who grew nervous seeing his brothers mischievous smirk.

    "Uh, Hermes? What's up?" Ares asked.

    "Nothing much, just thought of a way to cheer you up."

    "Oh? And what would that be?" Ares inquired with a fond look. He loved how determined his little brother could be when it came to making people feel better.

    "Well, that depends."

    "On what?"

    "How ticklish you are."

    "Um, I'm sorry, what?" Ares stuttered, cheeks growing red, "Im not ticklish! That would be ridiculous. I'm the god of war."

    "Oh really?" Hermes replied with a grin, "Then you wouldn't mind if I tested it."

    And with that, he flew off the ground and started running his fingers across Ares sides. The bigger god tried to block him, but unfortunately, Hermes was faster. He could feel nimble fingers wiggling across his ribs, sides, stomach, neck, and worst of all, his armpits. The messenger god was moving so quickly that it felt like there were thousands of fingers were spidering across his skin at once. He didn't stand a chance at holding back.

    "Hehehermehehehes! Stohohohohohp thahahahahaht!" Ares begged.

    "But I thought you weren't ticklish, darling!" Hermes suddenly stopped and let out a dramatic gasp. "You wouldn't have lied to me, now would you?"

    "N-no, I'm not ticklish!" Ares insisted.

    "Well then, I'm confused. Because I thought that it was you letting out that quite frankly adorable laughter earlier, but if it wasn't, then I guess we'll just have to keep going until we find out who it was!" And with that, he started tickling his big brother again, dodging any attempts to block his access or grab his hands.

    "NOHOHOHOHO! Nohohohot agahahahahain!" Ares laughed. He could feel the sensations coursing through his veins, and he wanted more than anything to make them stop. And yet, somewhere inside, he wanted them to keep going. He would never admit it out loud, but this was making him feel better. He always loved playing with his sibling, but most of them were too scared of him to even try anything. Luckily for him, Hermes had no such qualms.

    "Well, I'm not the one laughing. And you already said you aren't ticklish, so I can't imagine why you would be laughing. So who could it be?" Hermes teased. He then moved down to his brother's hips and got a squeal in response.

    "NOHHOHOHOHOHO! NOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHRE! HEHEHEHEHRMES PLEHEHEHEHEASE!" Ares begged as his worst spot was being tormented by fingers drilling, fluttering, and scratching over it.

    "Ares, not now, I'm trying to figure out where all this laughter is coming from." Hermes replied, sounding disinterested in his brothers pleading.

    "IHIHIHHITS MEHEHEHEHE! IHIHIHIHI LIHIHIHIED. IHIHIHI AHAHAHAHAHAM TIHIHIHIHICKLISH!" Ares shouted desperately, "PLEHEHEHEHEASE JUHUHUHUHUST STAHAHAHAHAP!" He could no longer take the torment on his hips, especially when Hermes began digging into the spot where his hip met his thigh.

    Hermes stopped as soon as he heard his brothers begging, "Thank you for being honest, giggles."

    "Whahahahaht dihid you juhust call me?" Ares asked, still giggling from residual sensations.

    "I called you giggles."

    "Ohoho, that's it!" Ares said, reaching out and grabbing his baby brother in a bear hug. "You asked for this!"

    He then dug his fingers into Hermes' sides, making sure not to hurt him.

    "Wahahahait! Nohohohho!"

    "Yes, brother, while yo may think you have won the battle you forget. I'm the god of war." He started to move his fingers up Hermes ribs. He then started a loop of tickling up to his armpits, then back down to his stomach, and around and around again.

    "Nohohohohohoho! I wahahahahas juhuhuhust tryhihihing to mahahahake you fehehehehel behehehehter!" Hermes begged, squeaking anytime his brother hit a particularly sensitive spot.

    "Well, you should have known that I would get my revenge. Now, all you have to do is say that I'm your favorite brother, and I'll stop." Ares said smugly.

    "Whahahahahat? Nohohohohho! I cahahahahnt sahahahay thahahahat! Nohohohot ahahahafter thihihihis!" Hermes replied stubbornly.

    "Well then, I guess I'll just keep tickling you forever and ever." Ares shrugged.

    "Hmmm, what if I do this?" Ares mumbled under his breath, leaning forward to start nibbling and blowing raspberries on the back of his little brothers neck and ears.

    "NOHOHOHOHO! STOHHOHOHOHP THAHAHAHAHAT!" Hermes said with a squeal.

    "You know what you have to say." Ares sing-songed, nibbling on a sweet spot on the back of his ear.

    "OHOHOHKAHAHAHY OHOHOHOKAHAHAHY! YOHOHOHOHUR MYHYHYHYHY FAHAHAHVORITE BROHOHOHOHOTHER! JUHUHUHUST STOHOHOHOHOP!"

    Ares stopped tormenting his brother instantly but didn't release him from the hug. Hermes slowly got his breathing under control and tried to move, but found that Ares was holding on too tight for him to move.

    "Ares...?"

    "Thank you, brother. That really helped."

    Hermes relaxed into the hug, as he could tell that his big brother needed it right now. They both went back to looking at the ocean, comforted by each other's presence.

    "Anytime darling, anytime."

[scarletwinterxx]

naps and baby kicks - dad mark lee scenario

i know i just wrote about dad mark lee but i saw the baby pictures and i just envisioned this moment. Just imagine this is what little Minjung looks like🥺 like look at him🥺🥺🥺🥺 if he's my kid, i wouldn't be able to say no to him too😭

timeskip to before Minjee was born, Minjung is 5 here (about to be 6) you can read the other parts here:

part1: day with dad mark lee

part2: another day with dad mark lee

part3: a day with the lee's

part4: (prologue) i don't know how to make eggs

part5: glitter pens and goodnight kisses with the Lee's

part6: first love and kisses

part7: naps and baby kicks

part8: then there was three

part9: just like you

if you have a request or scenario you want me to do, just send me a message I'll see what I can do😊💌

For my other works you can check them out here, and for my other story series’ you can check them out here.

All works are copyrighted ©scarletwinterxx 2023 . Do not repost, re-write without the permission of author.

(pics not mine, credits to rightful owner)

Mark is busy slicing the watermelon in the kitchen while you take a nap on the living room couch. Quietly humming some random song, he loves days like this. When he can stay at home and be with his family.

Especially now that another Little Lee is on the way.

You've reached that point in your pregnancy where you're constantly tired, you feel bad about not being as active to take care and play with your son, Minjung, but he really is the best boy. He's been very understanding, he always makes sure you're okay. Just like how his dada taught him.

"Mom, are you awake?" you hear a tiny voice whisper, you can't help but smile and open your eyes. You weren't really sleeping. Just resting your feet and back.

"Yes, love. What is it?" you ask him

"You need water, mama? snacks?" he asks you

Chuckling at your cute son, you shake your head. Instead you pat the vacant spot next to you, Minjung carefully lays next to you.

"I miss hanging out with you, sorry mommy can't run and play outside with you" you tell him

"It's okay, mommy. Daddy says it's because you're growing little sissy right now so we need to take care of you and her"

You smile upon hearing your son's words. Only 5 but already he's wise beyond his years. One thing doesn't change though is his cute face looking more and more like his father's everyday.

Speaking of, Mark walked back to the living room to see his two favorite people on the couch having a small talk. He can hear the conversation between you and Minjung, quietly listening behind.

"You'll tell mama if you need anything okay? Once baby sister is here, it might seem like we're taking care of her a lot but we love you just as much"

"It's okay, mommy. I love you too"

You can't help it, he's just too cute. You squish your little boy's cheeks, hugging him as close as you can. Savoring these last moments of Minjung being an only child.

With the next one on the way, you've been worried about Minjung and how he'll react once the baby is here. But you know your son, he's smart and always kind. The moment you told him he's about to have a sibling, he's been very excited.

"Got room for one more?" Mark decides to finally interrupt, wanting to be a part of this special moment.

"Of course, come here" you open your arm, hugging both of your boys.

"Oh did you feel that?" you ask, making the two boys move away from you

"What?! You okay?" Mark worriedly asks, immediately getting off the couch and crouching on the floor instead. Gently pulling Minjung with him.

"She kicked, here" you take Mark and Minjung's hand and put it where you felt the kick. A few seconds later you felt it again

"Oh, is that little sissy?" Minjung asks you with an excited look on his face

"Yea, she's excited to meet you too"

"Does it hurt, mommy? When she kicks?"

"Sometimes, only when she kicks me here by the ribs but it's okay. She doesn't mean it. She's just trying to move around and stretch a bit" you explain to the little boy, Mark listening to the two of you while his hand draws circles on your tummy. Waiting for his little girl to kick again.

It's the second time but moments like this still amazes him. He can still remember the first time he felt Minjung kick in your tummy like it was yesterday, now the three of you are here feeling the baby girl's kicks. He hasn't met her yet but the amount of love Mark has for his daughter is already beyond this universe.

You, Minjung and this little baby girl is his whole world.

A few weeks later, it's time for Minjung to meet his new little sister

"Okay when we get there, we need to use inside voice okay? We wash our hands first" Mark tells his son, looking down at him.

The two boys make their way to the hospital where you're currently resting. Mark holding Minjung's hand while he holds a bouquet of flowers in the other.

"Okay you knock" he tells him, Minjung knocking gently on the door

"Come in" you say from the other side of the door, Mark opening the door. Immediately you see your baby boy, it's only been two days but it felt like forever since you last saw him.

"Hi, baby. I missed you" you tell him, already feeling the tears build up. Mark chuckles at you, while you roll your eyes at him. Mark helps Minjung wash his hands before the little boy walks over to you.

"Hi mommy, we got you flowers" he says, showing you the flowers

"Thank you, baby. I love them. Can mama have a hug?" you wait for Mark to help Minjung up the bed

"Careful with mom okay, gentle" Mark reminds him, you just smile at the two. Immediately you hug your little boy, compared to little newborn currently in the crib Minjung seems so big.

The thought enough to put tears in your eyes

"I was gone for two days, and you're already a big brother. Mommy missed you so much, buddy" you tell him, peppering kisses all over his face making the boy laugh.

"I missed you too, mommy. Is baby sissy okay?"

"Yea, she's here. You want to meet her?" you ask him, the little boy nodding excitedly.

"Okay, why don't you sit here while I get her?" Mark helps Minjung down from the bed, pointing at the little couch. Mark gets baby girl from her crib before walking towards where Minjung was seating.

Meanwhile you get your phone out to capture the moment.

"Minjung, meet your little sister Minjee" Mark tells his little boy, showing him the little bundle of joy wrapped in the pink blanket. Minjung looked a bit unsure at first, looking at his dad first.

"You can hold her, here she loves holding your finger like this. Gently okay?" Mark lets Minjung hold out one finger so little Minjee can hold it. You wipe the few tears that escaped, smiling at your family

"Hello, Minjee. I'm Minjung, your brother" he says happily. shaking his finger like they're shaking hands for the first time. Mark smiles at his son, kissing the top of his head before looking at his daughter.

"You're going to be the best of friends, you have to teach her how to color and play the piano and how to ride a bike. It's going to be so much fun" Mark tells him, "Would that be okay?"

"Mhm, we can play. I'll share my toys with her" Minjung answers

"Thanks buddy, that's very nice of you" Mark tells him, putting Minjee on his right arm so he can hug Minjung with the other one.

"I love the both of you very very much, more than anything. We take care of her like we take care of mommy, okay?"

"Okay"

"That's my boy" Mark mumbles, hugging Minjung tighter. Looking over at you to see you wiping more tears away.

"Guys, I love this moment but you're making me cry so much" you joke, Mark laughs before gently standing up to walk over to you. He passes Minjee over to you before he kisses you on the head.

"Good job, mom of two"

"Oh shut up, you did this to me" you joke, "Hey, as long as you're willing to. I can do it all over again. I love our babies very much, I don't mind having a few more" he tells you, you know what he means by that. At the end of the day it's your body that goes through a lot.

But looking down at the bundle of joy in your arms and your little man, you know you'd do it over and over again.

"Can we do it until one looks like me?"

"Dude, what are you talking about? She kinda looks like you"

You shoot him a deadpanned look, it's too soon to tell but even know you can see your daughter takes after her dad much like her older brother. As for Minjung, well one look at him and you'd know he's Mark's son.

"Kinda? She looks just like Minjung when he was born. She'll probably look like you too. I don't hate it though, more mini Mark's" you smile at your husband

"Better luck next time, baby"

[starrycassi]

Ambrosius's (indirect) champion.

Find part one here

"It's oficial. You've gone crazy"

Ambrosius, who feels thrilled with his idea, scoffs. In a quick move, he drags Ballister down to the bed, pulling him by the wrists, making the boy's head fall directly in his own chest. Had this been practice, he knows he probably would've gotten a punch to the ribs in retaliation. But they are in private, they are just teens, and Ballister allows his boyfriend to drag him down.

"Don't call me that, babe" Ambrosius whines, while Ballister tries to regain some of his dignity by lifting himself up with his arms to establish some sort of distance. "I'll cry"

"Ambrosius, this is not funny" finally managing to get on his hand and knees, Ballister stares down at his boyfriend, frowning. "This is incredibly concerning and serious"

Ambrosius pouts for a second, and giggles to himself after giving Ballister a quick kiss on the lips. He is scared, oh, so scared. He wants to cry and run and scream and punch and the best alternative he has right now is to be pretend to be charming with his boyfriend, but every good thing must come to an end, and he has to face reality.

They sit down, again, in the bed, face to face. Ambrosius's sudden burst of energy leaves as fast it came, leaving him with a dull sense of... confusion. Nothingness.

"You haven't heard my plan" he tries to grin at his boyfriend, hoping that his eyebags aren't nearly as big as he feels them be. "Come on. Let me tell you, and then you can say no"

They look at each other for some seconds, and Ballister gives in, the second Ambrosius brings out his best card on the whole deck: tears.

Crying on command is a pretty useful skill to have, Ambrosius's come to find out. He doesn't go all the way out with it, no this time, but he knows his eyes are watery and his nose is red. Ballister looks away, groaning.

"Fine!" He resigns, throwing his hands up to the heavens. "But if your plan is "something, something, we win" again, I'm out. I'm so out. You're going to have to ask Todd for help"

Ambrosius gasps, offended at the barbarity his boyfriend just said. How dares he? The old "fuck it, we ball" plan has never let them down, but this isn't the moment to bask in the glory of all of their past accomplishments.

"Okay, so..." he starts, taking in a big breath of air. This is going to be long, and troublesome. Sometimes he's sorry for Ballister, who has to learn all of this things as they go, unlike him, who's been memorizing the rules ever since he learned to read. "The duels, right. Not all noble families train their kids to be knigths. Not all knights are heirs, either. If you have an older sibling or just aren't the favor, then you're probably not a heir. Follow me?"

Ballister, who loves learning about new stuff, even if it's nobility rubbish, nods along, "Follow you"

"I am the sole heir of the family, so I have obligations. You already know this. One of those is to keep up alliances and all that stuff"

Nodding again, Ballister chuckles a bit. Of course he knows. He's been there to witness every single event that's happened ever since Ambrosius finally turned old enough to go to balls and shit as an actual member of the upper society, or whatever it is they call themselves.

"We have many allies made by old marriages, debts, whatever. If one of them asks something of me, then it usually really just falls on me to say no. Unless they put up conditions"

Ambrosius licks his lips, grabbing his boyfriend's hands and looking at him straight in the eyes. How wonderful they are, Ballister's eyes.

"Now is when it gets kinda hard, so bear with me. Mom's been saying no to everyone who wants to form an alliance by marriage. Don't make that face, Bal. It's not really a lovely affair as much as it is legal papers, for a lot of people. But if all of my allies get along and decide to put conditions on me, then we're obligated to answer"

"That's so, so bullshit"

"It really is. Specially because, since we have so many allies, they usually never get along for long enough to actually make and write a demand, but I guess I'm just that hot and everyone wants to bed me. Too bad I'm already in love with what my allies would probably qualify as a disgraceful street rat"

Ballister blushes, playfully shoving Ambrosius on the chest.

"They would get a heart attack, don't you think? If they knew about me and you"

"They would get a heart attack if they knew I'm gay. They would get a heart attack if they knew I'm a tube baby because my mom loathes my dad. They would get a heart attack if they knew I eat chocolate cake sometimes. Don't feel special" shrugging, Ambrosius continues, "So, they are threatening to call off a lot of agreements and stuff if I don't answer their demands, which, like, mature much? Not my fault all of their heirs look like horror creatures.

So, Mom, being Mom, decided to have me answer with a tournament, because apparently she believes I'm Hercules or something. I would traditionally have to fight with every single person who asked for my hand in a stupid sword duel and bla bla bla, but that would take forever, Bal. So, they came to an agreement. People fight each other, and whoever wins, figths with me"

"That sounds... extremely complicated" cringing a bit at the lengths people would go for a chance to figth with his boyfriend, Ballister grimaces. Bunch of weirdos.

"I'm not some easy harlot, Ballister. You offend me. Of course trying to marry me is complicated. But, wait, now's where it gets interesting"

"Now? Just now? This whole thing is nuts"

Ignoring him, Ambrosius takes two pillows and places one if front of the other. "There are people who can fight me and expect to win" he says, pointing to one of them. "And people who can't but want the marriage"

"So, a lot of families don't have knights. A lot of knigths aren't heirs. Even if a family has a heir that would marry me, they could just be a scholar or something. All knights are nobles..."

"Except me, clearly"

"Yeah, well. Most knigths are nobles, but a bunch of nobles aren't knigths. Like the Queen and such."

"And this is important because...?"

"Because families are going to choose champions, now. Wich means, they can just find a random good figther who's willing to commit to life to me and make them fight. Mom tried to make it so only noble heirs could enter, but they said no. You only have to represent a noble family, and there can only be one fighter per family. Wich means, you can simply sign up and beat everyone up!"

He throws his hands up in the air, a pinched smile on his face.

"You forget a very small but important detail, Amber" Ballister sighs, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hands. "I'm neither noble nor a heir, and no family is going to choose me as a champion. You might actually need help from Todd on this one"

Ambrosius suddenly comes to a stop, blinking.

"I would sooner kill myself than marry Todd Disgusting Sureblade. Never. Nuh-uh. Not even if we were the last two men left in the planet. You know how some girls swear they can switch gays guys to the other team? I'm throughly convinced that Todd actually has the power to do so. Leave me alone with him in a room and I come out both a killer and ready to settle down with a woman. Hell, we'll have kids, even. Don't ever joke about that, Ballister. I'm going to have nightmares, tonight"

Cackling, Ballister pretends to apologize, while his boyfriend rambles about how horrifying it would be, to be around Todd every day of his life, and how death would be mercy if anyone ever was to ever be on that situation.

Ambrosius finally stops, clearing his throat to stop Ballister from dying of asphyxiation, "With that settled, I would like to point out that my family can't choose you because I have to represent the Goldenloins. Not because I don't want. But there's still someone, Bal. Someone who's childless, a noble, and probably would love to help us out in this"

Ambrosius's next words convince Ballister of the fact that, yes, Captain Gloria surely drank too much whiskey while she was pregnant, because there's something deeply wrong with this man's brain.

"We're going to ask formal help from the Queen. And we're going to do it right now"

He should've stayed at that orphanage. Things would've been easier.

˗ˋ ♡  ˊ˗

Ballister fixes his shirt, and then does so again. Next to him, Ambrosius is doing a pretty good job at pretending to be calm, but his lips are going to start bleeding in any second if he keeps munching on them like that, and his hands shake ever so slightly.

"If the speech doesn't work out" he whispers to Ballister, while they walk down the marble corridors of the palace, "then you put on your best puppy eyes. Pout and all. I'm bringing out the waterworks. Ugly crying, if needed. Gloreth, I'll fake-faint if it comes to that"

Ballister's pretty sure that the speech they wrote and tried to memorize on the two hours it took to get here (asking for permissions at the institute, getting into a carriage, arriving at the palace, getting the secretary to make them the next meeting using Ambrosius's status) isn't nearly good enough to convince the Queen to get involved in this mess, so he tries to remember the saddest moments in his life. There's a lot. He definitely feels ready to cry and beg.

They reach the Queen's office (because, apparently, queen's do have offices) and are welcomed by two palace guards that open up the wood doors for them to come in.

The place is wonderful. Not rich-people wonderful, it's soul-crushing, life-changing beautiful, instead. Everything is so white and golden and blue and shiny and ethereal.

In the middle of it, the Queen is seated, smiling softly at them. They both kneel down, knigth training and actual admiration manifesting in the gesture.

"Gentlemen" she greets, placing her joined hands on her desk, and they stand up straight, standing still, waiting for orders, her orders, always ready to obey to her, "you may sit down"

They do so.

Ballister's bones are trying to crawl out of his skin, and his whole face itches with nerves.

"Thank you, for receiving us in such short notice, Your Majesty" says Ambrosius, voice full with feeling. He's better at the whole "being social" thing.

"It is refreshing to see young faces on the palace grounds every once in a while" she responds, in that weird way formal people talk when they're trying to say something without saying it. "And I am honored to have two of my best cadets in here today. I have to ask, though, as to what situation do I owe the pleasure of such a distinguished visit? Specially a dual one"

"The honor is all ours" adds Ballister, who doesn't want to feel useless in the conversation, even if he feels incredibly out of place in the dances the nobility follows when they talk, when they breath, when they live.

"We come here with a plead," explains Ambrosius, and he suddenly looks older. Serious, worried, solemn. His voice is deep, calm, "One that would benefit both of us, and for which we require your help."

The Queen hums softly, slightly rising an eyebrow. "What sort of plea my I aid you both in?"

"I don't want to get married" blurts out Ambrosius, straight to the point. Ballister asked him, on the carriage, to be honest with this. He knows how... creative the Goldenloins can get when they want something, and he feels like the Queen deserves the truth. Even if it's a slightly dramatized version of it. Plus, being bold will surely add to the element of surprise.

"Excuse me?" The Queen looks clearly put off at the words, loosing her elegant demeanor for a second, "Come again?"

Seeing her eyebrows frown and her vocabulary change so abruptly, Ambrosius clears his throat, hiding a smile. Their plan seems to be going well.

"I don't want to get married" he repeats, enunciating every word, "And I'm being forced to engage in an obligated tournament for those purposes, Your Majesty"

He gives her a second to understand the words, to take the information in. In those seconds, Ambrosius remembers that one time he thought Ballister hated him, back when they were twelve, and tries to pour all the sadness he felt on his voice.

"Of course, I presume Your Majesty is aware of how vicious and outdated some traditions are" quickly, he glances down at Ballister, who's also putting on his best kicked lost helpless puppy performance, "but I am still subjected to them, as a heir."

The Queen is the Queen, but even her can't change the rules that noble families uphold each other to. That's not what they want, anyway. She nods, looking worried. Bingo.

"That's why I want to help him" cutting in, Ballister stammers a bit, like Ambrosius instructed him to; for extra empathy points, he said, "We've come up with a plan. It's not perfect, but..."

"... it's the best we can do" Ambrosius finishes, following his cue.

Now, they both stare at her, identical sad smiles plastered on their faces. If Ambrosius is as good with people as he claims to be, then they already have her heart in the bag. They just need to get her brain on it.

"And how can I help?" She asks, and both knigths know they've kit the jackpot in the instant her voice comes out. She sounds so much like a preocuppied mother. Ballister feels slightly guilty, slightly wishful. "How may I aid you both, on this quest?"

"We need someone to sign me in" Puppy eyes. Puppy eyes. Think sad thoughts. "No one else but you can do it, Your Majesty. I am a commoner, and the families despise me"

They're not even lying. Most nobles do despise Ballister. They're just... putting some heart onto the delivery of the news.

"He's my last resource" Ambrosius is about to cry. Teary eyes, red cheeks, trembling words. Such an actor. "My mommy can't do it because she's my own family, and I am so scared, Your Majesty. Marriage is the least of my concerns..."

He leans in to her, even if it's only the three of them in the room.

"Just... just, you know, thinking about what someone with control over me could ask for, gives me chills," and, to spice some politics in, he whispers to her, "there's so many things my mom would give over for me. Money, land, jews... Gloreth, even alliances, or debts. There's a lot of power tied into the family, and if I'm allowed to be honest, I fear for what would happen if all that rested in the hand of someone evil. Some villain. Some monster.

It's a well known secret that the Goldenloins could match the royal family in influence, in power. They're probably a bit over them, if one were to actually measure the impact they have on the people, on the kingdom. Ambrosius couldn't care less about this knowledge, but the Queen should be able to recognize a threat when it's in front of her.

She blinks once, twice. Ballister makes a show of giving Ambrosius a handkerchief for his tears, and he takes it with an apology for his horrible demeanor.

"I see why you've come to me," she finally speaks up, eyes fixed on them, "and I am glad that you did. This is an urgent matter. I am deeply troubled to see you in this state, Goldenloin"

Ambrosius mutters a quick thank you, still "too emotional" to talk.

"And I am glad to learn that the bond between my star knights is as strong as the walls that protect this kingdom. You both are what keep my people safe, after all"

Ballister's never been so proud to be compared to a wall as he is right now. It's wonderful.

"To show you my gratitude for your hard work, I will agree. Ballister, you can fight in representation of the noble house of Elpis, as my champion. Any armor or other supplies needed will be provided, too"

Thank Gloreth and every single saint ever for Ambrosius's manipulative ass. He's so in love with this dramatic wreck of a man. Thank Gloreth and every single saint ever for Queen Valentin's tendency to go against tradition. He's so grateful to have been born under her regency.

They both thank her, deeply, multiple times, bowing their heads. Ambrosius even sheds some more tears and wipes them off with urgency.

Then, the Queen stands up, and they follow suit, ready to leave with their victory. Before they can go, however, she shoots them a question, one that they didn't come prepared for

"You both are aware, I pressume, of how the nature of your... bond, could affect this tournament?"

Stop. Pause. What did she say? Whatdidshesay?

They look at each other, completely out of track. This time, she is the one with the upper hand. And they're so fucked. Seeing as how their silence continues, she speaks, again

"Your romance" she clarifies, and Ambrosius's choke on his own saliva isn't fake. Ballister goes so red his face burns, and, out of instinct, he hits his boyfriend on the back to try and stop his death. He hits a little too hard, but it works.

"Excuse us?" Screeches Ambrosius, high pitched, "Our what?"

"You must be confused" says Ballister at the same time, feeling like a very dumb caged animal. They didn't plan this. He's got no idea what to do next. "Ambrosius and I don't-"

"We would never-"

"We couldn't even be together! I'm just some commoner and he is..."

"Don't talk about yourself like that"

"Amber, this is not the moment to-"

"I won't let you be mean to yourself in front of the Queen"

The woman in front of them chuckles, amazed at their idiocy. They both blush even more, if that's possible. They suck at this whole "pretending to be single" thing.

"You're adorable" she coos, and Ambrosius is ready to change his name and move towns, "You remind me so much of Derek and me, back when we were young"

She brings up dead husband, as if this isn't weird enough already.

"Surely, you know that if people take notice of this, and Ballister does end up winning — like I have faith he will — they could argue that the tournament has been rigged by the Goldenloins"

They look at each other, bewildered. They never even considered that possibility. The Queen chuckles some more.

"I trust you would come up with a way to deal with that problem, Mister Goldenloin. Your mother's always had her way with schemes and theatrical dramas, and I am fairly sure that I just witnessed one of your plans in action, didn't I? Was any of what you said true, cadets?"

Of course. Of course. Of curse that, The Actual Queen, who's probably been working alongside Captain Gloria her whole life, would notice. Perhaps they didn't plan this as neatly as they could've. But they had less than a day to come up with the whole thing, so.

"I really, really don't wanna get married or have to obey to someone" argues Ambrosius, pouting. "Specially to some older weirdo"

"And I really, really don't want him to marry or have to obey to someone" agrees Ballister, apologetic. "Specially some older weirdo"

After considering them for some seconds, she nods again, agreeing to keep her word. Seeing no point on subtlety, they hug each other quickly, to celebrate.

"We're going to give back every penny you spend on Bal in this whole thing, swear to Gloreth" promises Ambrosius, one hand drapped along his boyfriend's back, "when he wins, I'm throwing a party, and you are so invited", quickly, he adds, "uh, Your Majesty, ma'am"

She lets them go after discussing some minor details, and they beam all the way out of the palace.

"I told you my plan would work" Ambrosius puffs out his chest like a proud peacock once they're on the carriage back to the institute, texting Gloreth knows who on his phone, "We're irresistible"

"She only agreed because you asked her. No one says no to a Goldenloin, Amber"

Ballister stretches, already tired. This whole thing has been draining. He's so ready to go back to the institute and join classes again. If this carriages hurries up, they might get there in time for sword training before lunch, his favorite part of the day.

"Talking 'bout Goldenloins..." trails off Ambrosius, playful smile painted on his lips, playing with the phone on his hands, "what you say we go talk to my mom now?"

"Absolutely no way-"

"Too bad" he interrupts him, placing his hand over Ballister's lips, "already told her we're on our way. She asked to chefs to prepare us something tasty"

Fuck this kid and his lack of self control.

[carrie-tate]

For the character ask meme,

Pavitr from ATSV

AND

A character that you feel never gets enough tkl content (any fandom) !!!

Hope this week is treating you kindly 😊😊😊

Oh! A good choice! There's not enough talk about this guy, you know? x>

1. on a scale of 1-10, how ticklish are they?

Actually, I think he's somewhere between 7 and 8, not the most ticklish of the characters, but he's still easy to get.

2. where is their most ticklish spot(s)?

I'm divided between maybe his back or his sides. I'm leaning towards the second one, but in my head his back is a very good spot, you know?

3. which spots are they not ticklish?

Hmm, I don’t even know, maybe the neck and shoulder area?

4. what is their laugh like?

Oh, Pavitr definitely has a bright laugh, that is, with his activity and sparkling fun just from the way he speaks? You know, he is the same person who, having heard a good joke, laughs out loud, squinting his eyes and throwing his head back. Very infectious and snorting, that's how I see him.

5. do they enjoy tickling? if yes, is it a fun platonic/familial thing, or kinky thing to them, or can it be both depending on the circumstance?

I see him as a generally tactile guy who can hug you by the shoulder, ruffle your hair for a joke, and all that stuff. And for him, tickle is just another way to show attention to the people who surround him and whom he values. This also works in the opposite direction. So I think yes, he enjoys it, more in a platonic fun way

6. are they more often a lee or ler, generally?

He has the switch-energy. But ler-leaning, I think. He initiates tickle easily by just suddenly starting to poke the other person until it escalates into a real tickle fight where he doesn't get upset at all if he ends up being the one being tickled.

7. who is someone in their life that they tickle often?

Mainly Miles and Gwen, they're both overly anxious teenagers, and Pavitr seems like he could be the one who would pull him out of this decadent mood with a tickle every now and then, because his friends deserved a little laugh, didn't they?

8. who is someone in their life that they get tickled by often?

Gayatri, definitely her. I can clearly see how Pavitr is ready to surrender to her without a fight if she decides to do so. He will simply turn into a giggling puddle on the spot. Well, maybe also Hobbie, I love headcanons where these two have a sibling dynamic of the calm older one and the hyperactive younger one (where both are essentially chaotic jerks). And in the case of Hobbie, he can easily wreck Pavitr, and most often this is what happens.

9. does the word “tickle” or any variation of embarrass them?

Not at all, usually he is the one who embarrass others with this word. At the same time, sincerely not understanding and every time asking “What’s wrong with this word?”, regardless of whether he is in the role of a lecturer or not. He will say this word either in the context of "It's tickles!" or "Oh, is it tickles?"

10. are they embarrassed about their ticklishness, and do they try to deny/hide it?

Just like with the 'tickle' word, he doesn’t look like a person who would be shy about it. Although perhaps this was the case when he acts cool in front of his Gayatri, and the girl finds out that he is ticklish, ruining all his plans. But then, of course, he doesn’t regret it.

11. would gentle tickling or rough tickling affect them more?

This will be trivial, but it depends on what you want to get. Bright belly laugh and tears of joy? Rough tickles, digging your fingers into his sides and ribs, is what you need. No less loud and happy giggling and snickering? Gentle tickles, light scratches on his back - this is your solution

12. is there a specific spot that they enjoy being tickled, either exclusively or more than other spots? what is it?

Again, his back, I don’t know why this spot on him seems so special to me. But it seems to me that he may even directly ask to be tickled there

13. is there a spot that they can’t stand to be tickled, either because it’s just too sensitive, or it’s uncomfortable/painful/etc? what is it?

I'll be honest, I have no thoughts

14. would they ever purposefully bug a friend/partner/sibling into tickling them, and if so, how would they go about it?

Constantly, there’s simply not a week where he doesn’t starts tickle fights among the young spider-people. Including in order to have a little fun too. Of course, he can ask them about it directly, but this is a boring way, you know?

15. does teasing affect them?

They don't really affect him, but he will still react if you tease him. Running your hands through your hair, only to then cover your face with your hand and complain through laughter, “Please shut up!” but I’m not saying this at all seriously, it’s just about him.

And about the second one, I'm completely confused, so I don't know which character to choose x'D But if I ever figure it out, I'll definitely make a second part for this post

Thanks for asking!!!

[birgittesilverbae]

hitched fic, a moment for either/both of them where they look at the other and think 'hmm, maybe i won't mind being married to that goober', not that big italicized Oh, but that tiny little ...huh

"You disappeared," Ava calls out as she picks her way carefully down the stairs to the dock. The treads are still damp with the prior day's rain and fallen leaves lie slick on the wood. 

Bea glances back towards her from her spot at the very edge of the dock, shrugs a sweater-clad shoulder. "I just needed some air. You didn't have to come down."

"What, and stay up there with a solo front row seat to Ms. and Ms. Disgustingly In Love? No, thank you." She comes to a halt at the path curving along the lakeshore, eyeing the dock distrustfully. No handrails to grab onto there; she'd need to mention that to Mary when they returned to the cottage. 

"Have you stayed out here with them before?"

Ava shakes her head, then realises Bea can't see the movement. "Just on day trips, I used to bartend part-time and I'd pick up shifts on long weekends. Never worked out that I could stay overnight."

Bea hums to herself, tucks her hands in her pockets. "The last time I was here it was with Lucia." 

"Ah. No wonder you needed to step away. Do you want me to leave you to it, or…?"

Bea turns fully towards her then, her breath clouding in the air with every breath. "No," she replies, striding back up the dock towards her, "I always appreciate your company."

Ava ducks her chin towards her chest, her face growing hot. She doesn't know that she'll ever get used to the ease with which Bea just says things like that, or to how clear it is that she doesn't understand the effect it has on Ava. She clears her throat and kicks at a clump of leaves. "Yeah, well, the only other option is third-wheeling them while they talk about colour schemes with Yas, so…" 

"Are they still pretending they haven't already decided on navy and sage?"

"Mary was going on about coral when I made my escape."

Bea laughs softly. "She does know how to push every single one of Shannon's buttons." She proffers her arm to Ava, nods towards the path. "Would you be up for a turn about the lake?"

"Gladly." She clasps Bea's forearm, turns in time with her to start down the path. Her thumb strokes absently across the thick weave of Bea's sleeve. "I like this sweater too," she remarks, "but I'm appropriately dressed for the weather this time, so don't even think about offering it to me."

"I wouldn't dream of it. I'm glad to hear you've figured out how to check a forecast."

"Didn't want to risk another round of mockery."

"It was gentle ribbing, if anything."

"'Oo, Ava, you're going to freeze your nipples off'."

"I absolutely do not sound like that, and I definitely did not say 'nipples'."

"You might not have said it, but…" Bea's arm stiffens beneath her hand, and Ava scrambles to backtrack. She gestures up at the trees, limbs skeletal in the cool air. "Ironic, don't you think, that we're here looking at this as a wedding venue when everything's in the middle of dying off for winter?"

Bea tips her head back to follow the direction of Ava's hand. Her face goes a bit shuttered, cheeks pink with the chill, eyelashes fluttering. "It'll be beautiful come spring, though," she replies softly.

Gaze locked on Bea, on the gentle fall of loose strands of hair across her cheek, on the constellation of freckles scattered over her cheeks, Ava can't help but agree. 

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Gale decided to go with John to London and they make it to the hotel room and Gale is just touchy feely in a way that John has never seen from him before cuz they always had to hide behind friendly playfulness or be quick or quiet about their affection. I just want Gale wrapping his arms around John's neck, sitting on his lap, all the above and just absolutely blowing John's mind with how much he loves him.

[No queerphobia but also Buck keeps his feelings right here in his chest and one day, he'll die]

"Come to London with me," Bucky says. "We'll paint the town red." His offer is sincere, but he truly doesn't know if Buck will agree or not. He watches Buck chew his toothpick and wishes he could lean in and pull it from his mouth, hold his jaw and kiss him in front of Meatball and everyone.

But Buck's not affectionate like that. He's funny and smart-mouthed, giving Bucky affection with teases and little nudges. Bucky's just glad Buck doesn't mind how affectionate he is. How he needs to rotate around Buck like the Earth to the sun. Have an arm around him, grab his chin, sometimes even bite at him through his uniform.

"Sure," Buck says, breaking Bucky from his thoughts. "I'll go to London with you." His smile builds slowly as Bucky stares at him. "Oh, come on, I'm not a complete wet blanket."

Bucky grins and wraps an arm around Buck's waist. "Just slightly damp sometimes," he says and laughs when Buck shoves his shoulder. "Come on. Let's make tracks before they stop us."

*

Bucky only means to stop at the hotel for a quick shower and a change of clothes, but two minutes after he steps under the water, Buck crowds in with him.

"Oh, hey," Bucky says. "You want to--" He cuts off when Buck grabs his hips, digging in his fingers, and presses his cheek between Bucky's shoulder blades. "Buck?"

Buck rubs his cheek back and forth and wraps his arms around Bucky's waist. He softly kisses the back of Bucky's neck, and then he nudges Bucky forward so they're both under the water.

"Buck?" Bucky asks again.

"I can't--" Buck kisses behind Bucky's ear, then drags his hands up Bucky's torso. "You're so much better at this."

Bucky shakes his head. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Buck traces Bucky's ribs, making him shiver, and then he drags his mouth down Bucky's neck and shoulder and halfway down his bicep. "This," he says. "Touching."

"You're doing just fine there," Bucky says as another shiver works its way over him. Buck's nosing his spine, running his hands up and down Bucky's side from armpits to hips.

"I want to. All the time. Touch you. But I--" Buck shakes his head. "There's reasons, Bucky. I wish I didn't have them but--"

Bucky turns around. He touches Buck's chin, and Buck lifts this head to meet his eyes. "Hey, you don't have to explain to me, okay? We're usually around people, and you don't like to share. I know you."

Buck grins faintly. "It's not that I don't like to share. It's that it's..." He sighs and presses his face against Bucky's colllar bone. Licks once, then bites down lightly, just like Bucky does to him sometimes. "I used to be jealous about how easy you are with touching everyone. Not that you were touching everyone. Just that you could. Can."

"You touch me as little or as much as you want anywhere, anytime, Buck. Just mean it when you do it, yeah?" Bucky feels Buck nod against him. "But if you wanted to work on it," he says, intentionally adding a sing-song quality to his voice, "you could just try to play a little more grab ass once in awhile."

There's a pause, then a snort, and then Buck is lifting his head to try and glare at Bucky, but he's smiling too much for it to be intimidating. "John, for fuck's sake."

Bucky shrugs. "I'm a man of simple needs," he says.

"You're a stone in my shoe," Buck replies.

Bucky laughs. "Yeah, you say that a lot. I know what it means."

"It means I love you," Buck says, going serious again. "It means I can feel you with me, even when I don't want to."

Bucky doesn't have an answer for that. He just pulls Buck close and holds him under the hot water.

*

After their shower, they sit in their robes and look out over London. Buck's leaned into Bucky's side, and Bucky's got his arm tight around Buck's shoulder.

Bucky strokes Buck's hair off his forehead and watches the furrow between Buck's eyebrows slowly deepen. He kisses the spot but doesn't ask what Buck's thinking about. He'll say it or he won't.

Buck turns and throws his legs over Bucky's lap. He scoots closer, wrapping an arm around Bucky's head and pressing his forehead to Bucky's temple.

"Can I tell you something?" Buck asks, the whisper barely carrying.

"You can tell me anything," Bucky says. He wraps his arm around Buck's calves, smiling when Buck turns his knees in a little so there's even more contact.

"My dad," Buck starts. He closes his eyes and sighs. "He taught me not to show affection. Not any kind. It could be used against me. Against him. If anyone thought I actually liked him, I might get taken for whatever he owed someone."

"Jesus Christ," Bucky breathes out.

"And I've tried to learn not to listen to the part of myself that learned that lesson. But it's hard. Especially when..." Buck opens his eyes and tilts his head back to stare at the ceiling. "We're in the middle of a war, John. One of us could get an engines shot out tomorrow--"

"Buck--"

"No. Shut up. Listen to me, okay. Just listen to me."

"Look at me at least," Bucky says. "If you're going to talk this shit, talk it to my face."

Buck sighs and meets Bucky's gaze. "It's not shit, and you know it. It's so bad up there you didn't even warn me."

Bucky winces but doesn't try to defend himself. Buck's right on the money, same as usual.

"We could die tomorrow, John. That's the truth. We both know it. And I--" Buck's breath shudders and he touches Bucky's neck, traces the shape of his ear. Presses his thumb to Bucky's mouth. Bucky kisses it, and Buck smiles, just a little. "I want to be better at this," he says. "I want to touch you all the time, but I also want to touch you all the time." He rubs Bucky's bottom lip.

"I hear you, Buck." Bucky says. "And I'm not kidding, okay? Whatever you can or can't do, just mean it. Just mean it, and we'll get on just fine."

Buck sighs and nods. He kisses Bucky, then rests his nose just behind Bucky's ear. "Whatever happens, John, just know I always mean it."

"Don't gotta tell me twice," Bucky replies, thinking of how often Buck's right at his side, leaned towards him with their arms pressed together. How often they're sat so their knees can knock. He thinks of the way Buck grabs his shoulder to steer him places, or just barely taps his elbow to get his attention. He touches Bucky all the time. Knowing he wants to touch him like this, all curled up on Bucky like he wants to fit exactly right in his lap, it takes Bucky's breath away.

"You know what? You don't ever have to tell me again if you don't want," Bucky adds, turning so his own nose is pressed against Buck's temple. "You're a man of your word, Gale. You ever change your mind, just say so."

"Don't think I could change my mind about you if I wanted to. "

And that warms Bucky from his head to his toes, that warm raspy voice rolling out a truth that makes Bucky feel ten feet tall.

"You're a maniac," Bucky says. "I fucking love you."

"I fucking love you, too," Buck replies.

Bucky dips his head down and kisses him, then leaves them pressed forehead to forehead, mingling their breath as they stay where they are, in a moment of bright and quiet happiness that Bucky swears he'll never allow himself to lose.

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Hiii

I remember when you were posting about your Kim/Wik Twins AU and I was so hooked! There’s so much potential for angst in this AU😩🤌 I always wondered if there was anything new going on with this WIP.

PS: I’ve been following your blog for a little while (I don’t interact bc im shyy) and I love all your Kimchay WIPS and little excerpts you’ve blessed us with (they make my day everytime I see one). So I want to personally thank your brain for all these wonderful ideas and just thank you for being you 😊

send me an ask and I'll tell you about one of these WIPs!

Oh anon, you're a darling! This was so nice to wake up to <3 I actually haven't worked much on that AU since originally posting it, but you're right, there is so much angst potential in this AU between Wik and Kim. One of the inspirations from it actually came from World of Warcraft, and how the character Varian was split into two people, the other one being Lo'Gosh. I really loved how it wasn't just "this is the good side vs. the bad/feral side." Varian was polite and charming and good at socializing, but he was also vain and easy to manipulate (which was the point of splitting him), whereas Lo'Gosh was definitely a barbarian, but he was also all of Varian's strong will and ambition/motivation, and passion. I hadn't seen that kind of character splitting before, because it's usually an easy shorthand for doing a good/evil thing.

So for the purposes of this fic, Kim isn't just all the evil mafia while Wik is the sweetheart singer. Wik is very driven and tbh a little selfish, he's kind to his fans but ultimately very cold, because he grew up in a world where anything he cared about could be used against him. Both of them are still calculating in clever, but it's Wik that begins investigating Chay, intentionally using his stardom as an in, and purposefully manipulating him to get more information. He takes it to a stronger degree than we actually see from Kim in the show.

Whereas Kim is the quieter, more contained side. They both love music but Kim prefers guitar/piano over singing because he doesn't want to draw attention to himself the way Wik does, although he does write a lot of poetry/lyrics. One of the betrayals from Wik leaving is that he stole Kim's songs. The other is that he left Kim behind. He loves his brother more than anything, and Wik leaving him without so much as a goodbye was devastating for him.

Here's your slightly less than 500 words!

“You left me!” “Would you have even come with me?” Kim’s voice breaks on a desperate, “Yes!” He wants to take it back as soon as the word leaves his mouth, too honest in the heat of his moment, chest heaving with the weight of it. The only good thing about the admission is that his brother is too stunned to reply; Kim takes satisfaction in that, in the implication of it, as Wik realizes the depth of his own selfishness.  “Kim…” “I would…” Kim swallows. Days of captivity have left his throat dry. It hurts, speaking these words aloud, tearing them out of his chest to release them after all these years. “I would have. If you asked me to, I would have.”  He would have followed his brother anywhere. They were always meant to be together. Kim and Wik, two halves of the same whole, mirror images down to their names. Until Wik decided he couldn’t bear his own reflection anymore.  “Kim, I’m sorry, I didn’t know—” “How could you? You only ever think about yourself.” Kim laughs. It’s wet. It hurts, like everything else about this damned conversation. Maybe Wik was right; they were better off alone. “I thought you knew me better than anyone, but you don’t know me at all.” Maybe Wik never did. What a horrible time to realize how truly alone he really is.  Wik doesn’t speak for a long time. Neither does Kim, keeping his head bowed and his breaths measured, cracked ribs aching with every rise and fall of his chest. What a cruel joke that the first time they’re sharing a space in years, something Kim has longed for since the day Wik left, and it’s only because someone else has forced them together.  “I don’t think you would ever leave the family,” Wik eventually says, his voice quieter than Kim has ever heard it. “You’re not like me, Kim, you never wanted to leave.” Of course he didn’t. Why would Kim ever want to leave his brothers? But at least if he had, Kinn and Tankhun would have had each other. They wouldn’t have been alone, not like Wik is now. Not like Kim is, forever missing his other half. Neither of them were meant to be alone. "It doesn't matter anymore." "Yes it does. Kim. I never meant to hurt you. I—" But there's no more time to talk because their captors are walking in, and Wik is throwing himself in front of Kim, both of them bound and unable to put of any kind of fight. Not that it would have mattered; Wik already got himself kidnapped. Too nosy to stay out of the family completely, but apparently the idealistic fool didn't bother to keep up with his martial arts. Still. Despite blaming him for the current predicament, Kim is a little bit touched that Wik is trying to protect him now. Too late to matter, maybe, but it's something.

[pbforeva]

part 5

i actually don’t have something to say for once, i’m surprised cause i never shut up

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Evelyn's pov:

I wake up next to Aurora around 7 a.m. I see the ice cream we shared last night on the nightstand and smile a bit, until I remember why we needed the ice cream.

I groan and get out of bed while reaching for my phone. I realize Paige texted me back!

Paige

Are you free to hang out tonight?

Sorry, but not tonight

What about tomorrow night?

Yeah! what time?

Whatever works for you

My friends and I are going out

around 8 later, you could come!

You could bring Aurora too!

Sure!

I am so excited to finally get some time away from Blake. I mean I still love him, but it gets kind of lonely because he doesn't like me having many friends. Oh goodness, I hope he doesn't find out about this, he certainly wouldn't like it.

Wait, he doesn't matter any more. I would never cheat on him, and we are still technically together, but it will be so nice to be free for once. Wait, I am free with Blake, right?

I decide I have to stop thinking, so I grab the eggs from the fridge and make Aurora and I breakfast. She wakes up just before I am done and comes to the table when i set our plates down.

"So, how are you feeling, babe?" She asks while poking at her scrambled eggs.

"I mean, I've been better, but i can't stop thinking of it as a simple mistake. I mean I made him pretty mad the other day," I reply while looking into her sympathetic eyes.

"Oh Evelyn, it is not your fault, and I won't have you thinking it is. Also this is not just a mistake, he broke your trust. If it was to get revenge for an accident, you deserve better." She says sweetly but firmly.

"Yeah, I guess," I say. She's wrong. I know she's wrong, she's just trying to make me feel better. I mean it's not the first time this has happened, wanting revenge is just a natural thing I guess.

We finish up breakfast and get ready to head our separate ways for class. I leave before Aurora because my class is earlier, but when I step in the hall, I hear a familiar voice behind me. I turn around to see Paige walking alongside one of her friends. She looks up and meets my eyes, and I watch her eyes light up.

"Hey, Evelyn!" I watch her say with a smile on her face.

"Hey, Paige!" I say back and begin to walk towards her.

"Are you so ready for tonight?" She asks while wiggling her eyebrows at me.

I let out a laugh and say back "Oh, you know it!"

Then the girl beside her begins to talk, "Ohhh, so this is Evelyn, she says while smirking at Paige. "I'm KK by the way," she adds before pulling me in for a hug.

Oh my gosh, if I get one more hug I am going to explode. I know they mean well, but the added pressure on my stomach is not doing well on my fresh bruises. Obviously, I can't tell them to stop because they'd ask why, and they just wouldn't get it. Blake and I have an interesting relationship, no one really gets our dynamic besides us.

I hug her back, but I keep it short, so my ribs don't feel like they're breaking for too long.

"Are you going out with us tonight?" I ask KK, while trying to keep a smile on my face.

Luckily she doesn't notice the deceptive look in my eyes, as she just continues with our conversation.

"Yeah, I am! And you know we are gonna get lit!" She says with an admirable amount of enthusiasm.

"Oh you know it," I say, laughing along with her. I turn to Paige and ask her "So, who is all going?"

"hmm, probably just me, KK, Aubrey, and Azzi, to be honest," she replies with a shrug.

I glance at my phone and realize i'm going to be late for class if I don't wrap this up. "That's cool! I can't wait to meet them," I enthusiastically say.

"Yeah, you've already met them, and I'm sure you'll love them when you get to know them!" She says back, matching my enthusiasm.

"Well, I have to go to class now, but I'll see you two later tonight!" I say before I turn to leave the dorm building.

Paige's pov:

I watch as Evelyn slowly disappears from my view until KK begins to speak.

"So, that's the famous Evelyn," she says with a smirk, "I can see why you like her so much," she continues poking fun at me.

"Stoppp," I say as my fave begins to turn red from embarrassment.

She laughs and we continue down to the cafe. Soon, we arrive, order, and sit down at a table together. KK pulls out her phone as we wait for our drink, but I just sit there and think.

I think about Evelyn and how unhappy she looked this morning. I don't know why, but her smile appeared to be spurious. Ever since Azzi said there was something off about her, I can't help but think the same. The look in her eyes, despite the smile on her face, when someone gives her a hug.

At first I thought it was just because she didn't want me hugging her, but when I noticed a similar look in her eyes when KK hugged her I got a weird feeling. It seemed like it was almost painful to hug us? Ugh, I don't know.

"Yo, Paige," I hear KK say, while snapping her fingers in front of my face.

"Yeah," I half-heartedly respond.

"I said your name like five times, what were you thinking about?" She asks while giggling, "Cause our drinks are ready," she continues while getting up.

"Oh, nothing," I mumble, while following her away from our table.

"Yeah, mhm, I'm sure it wasn't Evelyn," She says while evilly laughing.

"Oh, shut up," I say with my cheeks hot with embarrassment, "it was nothing." She just nods while continuing to smile. It was nothing right? I ask, trying to convince myself. We start to head back to our dorm, and I slowly forget about my deep thoughts from the coffee shop.

—

someone has feelings

[pinchofhoney]

HIII

I cannot express how proud I am to be your mutual. I remember stumbling across your first fic and being ABSOLUTELY awestruck. Now here we are, 400 followers later with such a wide variety of amazing writing by your amazing self. You deserve every follower to come.

So obviously, I decided to take part in your fluff alphabet. Can you do c and z for either Ben or Sirius Black? Either both for one of them or c for Sirius, and z for Ben.

Again, I am super happy and super proud! Love ya loads <3

hii, bby<33 you're litellary the cutest, and thank you for your sweet words!! they mean a lot to me! i decided to write both of them with sirius and i hope you don't mind my choice. lately the weather outside has turned crappy, and whenever it's grey and rainy my love for the harry potter world returns and brings me comfort~~of course let me know your thoughts!! as always i am curious to hear your opinion<3

» fluff alphabet event

» special events masterlist

c: cuddles do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?

Oh, Sirius is the biggest cuddler you've ever met. While he may try to hide his affection for it from others by restricting himself to putting his arm around your shoulders, the truth is that he adores cuddling beyond measure. If you were to ask him directly about his love for cuddles, he might playfully dismiss the idea or be a bit shy about revealing his true feelings. However, when you find yourselves in a cozy, private setting, you'll get to experience just how much he enjoys it.

Sirius has a unique way of cuddling that's very sweet and comforting. When it's just the two of you, he becomes incredibly affectionate and attentive. His touch is warm and tender, making you feel safe and peaceful. Each cuddle creates an unspoken connection, as if he's pouring all his love and care into that moment.

What makes his cuddles extra special is how well he understands your needs, because Sirius doesn't cuddle just for himself; he takes great joy in making others feel loved and cherished through cuddling. Whether you prefer a tight cuddle for security or a gentler touch to relax, Sirius has a natural ability to sense what you want. He holds you just right, making sure you feel good.

z: zzz what is a sleep habits of theirs? this section is placed after hogwarts, as the dormitories in school are split by gender

Oof, listen… I don't know how to tell you this. Sirius may be the biggest cuddler in the entire world, no doubt about that, but when it's time to hit the hay, he needs an ample amount of room to get his beauty sleep. Once he drift off to dreamland, he transforms into a sleep-time Picasso of spatial mastery. His arms and legs seem to have a mind of their own as they stretch and sprawl in every direction, like sleep-induced contortionists claiming their kingdom on the bed.

The concept of "personal space" is seemingly foreign to Sirius during sleep. He enters a sleep cocoon of epic proportions, demanding a vast expanse of sleeping real estate. Snuggling becomes a distant memory, as he ventures into uncharted territories of the mattress, exploring the hidden corners of dreamland.

But I'm afraid there's more.

I feel like when the night falls, Sirius might just surprise you with a symphony of snores and nighttime chatter. Yes, you read that right – he's a sleep-time talker, sharing the deepest secrets of his subconscious in a language only dreams can decipher.

As he sails through the dream seas, expect occasional rumbles and melodic snores that could rival a choir of slumbering hippogryphs. He might even have conversations with invisible dream beings, providing an entertaining bedtime performance that leaves you wondering what extraordinary adventures he's experiencing in his dreamscapes this time, but when you ask him what he dreamt the next morning, of course he remembers none of it.

Sleeping with Sirius is like living in a dreamland sitcom, where cuddling meets elbow wedged between the ribs and snores blend with sleepy conversations. It's a one-of-a-kind experience that sometimes gives you a hard time and you're really close to move into the couch.

[gladdygirl18]

Omgggg I just had the absolute BEST labor day weekend with my boyfriend (hope yall had a blessed and fun labor day weekend too 🥰🫶🏾)

Blue me, orange BF

So this Sunday, I was going over to my boyfriend's house because on Labor Day, we were going to a RenFaire! This was gonna be my first ever Renfaire and my boyfriend decided to make it a date! So when we get to his place, his dogs were so happy to me (has 3 really big dogs: Juniper, Boston, and Wendy; all absolutely adorable and very energetic 💖🫶🏾) I knew his parents well since this wasn't the first time at his house

Nothing much happened the first night there, but when morning hit, omgggg what a morning! I am a pretty heavy sleeper, but if an alarm goes off or there's a sudden movement and/or noise, I wake up, and I wake up to my boyfriend straddling me and kissing me, trying to get me up (I'm awake but not up; yes there is a difference)

"Come on, baby girl. Get up, please. Get up sugar" he says in between kisses

I ofc continue to lay like the lazy log I am (alliteration 🤓), and I eventually get up to him tickling me. Bro, I tried to hold in my laughter, but I failed miserably 😅🤭 but it was fun, tho

After getting up and moving around, me, my boyfriend, his mother, and Wendy are in the room where my BF and I were sleeping in just to chat (she is so fucking chill I love that woman God bless her 🥰💖🫶🏾) I am sitting between my boyfriend on the bed while his mother is sitting on a cot. Wendy walks in and starts nuzzling her cold, wet nose on my boyfriend's feet, to which he jerked back in response. His mother, being oh so amazing says "get him, Wendy, get him!" I said, "Don't worry, I got this," and started tickling his feet

He laughs for a bit before saying, "That's it! Come here, you!" And starts tickling my sides and armpits.

Now, for me, depending on if you have nails or not, determines how I respond to being tickled. When I was with my GF, her nails sent shivers down me spine as she traced them all over me. With my boyfriend, he doesn't have nails, and digs into my spots.

I WAS FUCKING CACKLING AND SNORTING LIKE A FUCKING WITCH 🤣🤣😆😆🤣💖💖🫶🏾🫶🏾🤣

His mother only smiled before leaving the room with Wendy in tow, leaving me with the tickle monster I call boyfriend. I fell onto my side but he kept tickling. I haven't laughed that hard in a long fucking time, nor have I ever been tickled like that ever, and it. Was. AMAZING 😆🥰🫶🏾💖

Anytime I tried to twist away, he would only readjust his hands to tickle me more. Now I knew I was ticklish but I didn't know I was this fucking ticklish. The places he got me the most were the spots between my armpits and top ribs (the sides of my boobs I guess you could say), my sides, my belly, behind my knees, and my feet. I was fucking cackling omgggg

"What's wrong baby? What's so funny? What are you laughing at?"

AHHHH I FUCKING LOVE HIM 😆💖💖😆💖😆 HES SUCH A TEASE

Now ofc, the rule still applied: if it was too much, say grapefruit. Did I say grapefruit? Nope; i was having too much fun!

HE TICKLED ME FOR LIKE 10-15 MINUTES STRAIGHT 💖😆😆🥰💖🫶🏾🫶🏾💖 I WAS IN HEAVEN

I'm as serious as a heart attack, if I wanted him to stop, I would have said "grapefruit" but I was enjoying myself so much that I didn't want to say it, nor did I have a desire to. The safeword is mainly for when we're doing "Rated R" stuff, but it applies to EVERYTHING, even tickling, and while yes I was left breathless with laughter, I was having the time of my fucking life that I really saw no reason to say it

After tickling me, I was left panting on the bed with giggles flowing from my lips. After some time before getting dressed to go to the renfaire...

HE TICKLES ME AGAIN FOR ANOTHER 10-15 MINUTES 💖😆🤣🫶🏾🤣🥰🤣🤣🫶🏾💖

Even now, I still his thumbs in my armpits and fingers squeezing my sides and ribs and belly that made me snort 🤭🫶🏾💖🤭

After that, when we were about to leave, his mother wanted to take a picture of us. I was already smiling, but my boyfriend insisted on tickling me. His mother goes "don't tickle her" "she wasn't smiling big enough" I fucking can't with him I love him 😆💖🤣🤭

Here is a quick Pic of the 2 of us at the renfaire. I was a pirate and he was a druid (iykyk) it was so much fun! And I'm going again in about 2 weeks 😆😁💖

Throughout the day, I would often poke him cuz all he has is a cloak, and I have a corset so my sides are protected. After I tickled his side and go to walk away like the little innocent pirate I am 🤭💖 he takes me by the back of my corset and pulls me into his chest and whispers "just wait till we get back to the house. You are so gonna fucking get it"

So later that night, we're in the basement watching TV and me being a cheeky little brat, I decided to tickle him, and of he tickles me back. "Told ya id get you for today. Did you think i forgot?" Then I remembered smth "his feet are ticklish"

I go for his feet and omg his starts cackling!

"Wait, plehehease! They're reheheheally sensitiiiihihihihive!"

AHHH HES SO CUTE 😆🥰💖🥰😆🥰💖

And he wasn't kidding too. While I don't have nails, I was practically damn near not even dragging my fingers up his sole and all he kept saying was "I can still feel that." THEN HE FUCKING SAID....

"You would need like a feather or a brush to really get me going, but this is already a lot to handle."

Come this morning, he is once again trying to get me up by kissing me and then he starts tickling me. I really tried hard to jot laugh and squirm but it was so fucking haaaaard 😆😆🥰💖🤭🤭💖

"Huh good to know" and proceeds to tickle the shit outta his feet. He ofc then got his revenge on me

"Come on baby. You know you wanna wake up. If you don't I'll keep tickling you and Mr. Bellybutton."

Yes he says that and shiiiiiit if that's the case, lemme stay my ass in the bed 🤭💖

But yeah, that was my labor day weekend. Once again, I hope yalls labor day weekend was great safe and blessed! Stay tuned for more Tickle Tea Stories

Tagging the fwends (and acquaintances): @giggly-squiggily @sunstone-smiles @burningablaze @cutesmokes @otomiyaa @ticklishthoughts1 @ticklishfanart

[walkingstackofbooks]

DS9 5x07 Let He Who Is Without Sin thoughts (I’m re-watching, so beware spoilers for future episodes!) [14 Sept ‘23]

Odo and Sisko ribbing Jadzia about her sex life XD

It's so cute that Worf still calls her "Commander" around others.

Hmmm, I was firmly against Worf last time - and I still don't like his whole thing against Boday - but also Jadzia is pretty disrespectful to what he wants, immediately telling people after Worf says it's a private matter.

"Have you ever noticed all the stars look the same?" I love Leeta so much, I can't wait to see more of her when she and Rom pick up.

"What's jamaharon?" "I'll show you later." XD that look!

Their "casual" outfits! Oh, 90s fashion crimes... I miss you

"Aren't you uncomfortable in your uniform?" I mean uniforms and not having to decide what to wear are The Best. (And also I am very much on the autistic Worf headcanon and can imagine uniform gives him a sense of comfort in a very uncomfortable environment.)

Worf! That was Very Romantic! I did not expect you to compare Jadzia to a nebula, ngl.

As much as I think Jadzia should be allowed to reconnect with a friend without Worf's jealousy, she's also not very considerate of his feelings. Blagh.

I actually kind of like this episode more now that I'm not just anti-Worf? I do wish Jadzia was allowed to just be the single, flirtatious woman - or polyamorous, flirtatious woman - she was meant to be, though.

Worf's scowl upon finding his "bathing suit" is Very Justified.

Worf's dumbfoundment at Leeta not being with Dr Bashir is hilarious. I do still like messing with his sense of what is "right" and "wrong".

Ugh, this man wants to paint himself as a "victim", doesn't he... "I can only imagine what you must think of me." Yeah, no, it's not that people hate you because you know some secret "truth" they don't want to hear, but because you're an awful, paternalistic, condescending killjoy.

"I may be wrong, but didn't he just insult us?" I love Julian.

Boy, do I want Jadzia or Julian to stand up and speak about their experiences with the Klingons or Dominion that he couldn't begin to understand.

"You two dishonour each other with your actions!" "You mean... We didn't tell you why we came here." Actually hilarious, Julian, how?

"I hope we proved our point." You wouldn't have if Worf hadn't stopped Jadzia attacking back, you'd be on the ground.

"I did not say you were doing anything wrong. It's just that some of your behaviour-" Aghhhh, I actually hate understanding Worf because this speech is awful but also it's coming out wrong. What he *wants* to say is he's feeling hurt by her disregard for his feelings but he can't put it like that.

And what he actually says IS awful - "At times, your are too impulsive. You act without thinking. You have no self-control." - because HE'S just as impulsive as her, and in ways that have actually hurt him and Starfleet - look back to his trial!! His fight with the Jem-Hadar when working together on the Defiant! He cannot stay himself when it is his Klingon pride at stake.

And Jadzia is rightfully hurt by these words, and how Worf has generally been acting, because if he meant it the way it sounds it would really not be great of him! I hated him the last timei watched this, and I really wasn't expecting that to change!

"Jadzia you are my par'machai... and everything you do reflects on me." That was not how that sentence was supposed to end 😅

I hate it but I'm actually liking this episode quite a bit - it's the classic miscommunication trope, but genuinely not from lack of trying on Worf's part, simply from lack of ability.

Leeta's so vicious in smashing the dish!

Quark is so hopeful with Leeta's revelation that he might see some of those "fireworks" he was taking about... xD

Hmm, not so sure even the Bajoran ceremony quite makes one ready for that sort of honesty, quite so soon, Leeta...

Worf calling her "Dax" as he spots her with Arandis. Seeing her as the symbiont and Curzon, not Jadzia.

Ugh, "you're too much work". Why did you have to say that? Though I guess if the situation was reversed and it was Jadzia saying it, I'd just take it as good natured teasing...

"What I want is Worf." "Why?!" "Because he has the courage of a beserker cat and he has the heart of a poet." "And the brain of a pigheaded idiot." "Yeah, sometimes." She says that last sometimes so fondly though... maybe if she loves him that bad she does jut need to put more effort in... (Also loving 'beserker cat' rather than simply 'beserker' or 'beserker warrior' XD)

"Maybe we have forgotten how to deal with adversity." Maybe the point of having a civilization where adversity is rare is making the most of happiness? And maybe those who do face adversity - like the Starfleet staff - deserve a fucking vacation? Most people on Risa are on holiday - they have jobs and other life stresses, even in automated space communism utopia. I think Fullerton is probably the one who needs a little experience of *true* adversity. -_-

Last time Worf's story made me go "booo, a little not of tragedy doesn't mean you're allowed to be a massive misogynist." But actually, Jadzia is right, it does explain a lot. And I do give most of the other characters some slack in the misogyny area given they were written in the 90s...

"Or at least get out of this room." "... Very well." Fullerton actually sounds disappointed to be asked to leave the room that's about to collapse. Oh god, he wants to be a martyr, doesn't he? 🙃

"I will do as I please." *throws him across the room* FRICKING IMPULSE RESTRAINT WHAT, WORF?

"I am on holiday." I'm glad that amused you, Jadzia, but what?!

"I better go find Bashir. He brought a horga'hn down to breakfast and that's the last I saw of him." Quark looking out for Julian is not something I realised was a thing? But that definitely sounded a little like concern. (Unless it's a hope he can join in, I guess... 😅) (Was not expecting to get on the Quark/Julian train either but if there was a time when it was going to happen...)

Huh, the worst thing this time was actually not Worf, but Julian and Quark objectifying Jadzia... and at least on Julian's part, I think it was in jest, given I don't think she was being her best self at that time?

Alright, well - for all that people hate that episode, which had included me… I enjoyed that, genuinely! Surprises never cease...