#WILL FOREVER CHERISH YOU GUYS IN EVERY STEP I GO

[amxrany]

YOUR GIRL JUST GRADUATED RAAAAAAAAAA. Finally moving to another chapter of my life, I remember starting my tumblr journey around senior high school and now here I am. I want to thank the mutuals, friends and other people that i interacted with for being a part of my life. Now that I'm going to college, I want to step forward knowing that there are people out there who enjoy the content I make. Even though I know that there will be a time where my tumblr won't be active anymore, just know that there is a part of my heart reserved for you guys 🩵

[amourluvie]

◟✿" you.. comeback right..? " Mr crawling x reader . . .ᐟᅟ

Synopsis . . .ᐟ you decided to leave the other world,and aswell as mr crawling.

notes . . .ᐟ I am killing myself after writing this googbye cruel world

character . . .ᐟ mr crawling from homicipher

Suffocating- that's what it felt being trapped in this world,full of monsters and danger.

You were tired of running,room after room trying to find a escape to go back to your reality and finish this neverending nightmare.

Atleast there was someone that protected and cared about you - mr crawling was his name. Or the name you had given him.

He was different from the others,he was like a shield that would protect you no matter what.

Gave you headpats and reassured you when you needed it.

Was there for you when nobody could do it.

right now,he isn't here anymore- and your suffering from getting hurt by Mr bigface.

But that didn't stop you from running as fast you could,no matter how tired your limbs were.

As you stopped to catch your in some eerie hallway,you hear a familiar giggle coming up behind you.

It was him! It was mr crawling!

You quickly turned around to face him,feeling happy again now that you had finally found eachother.

A smile appeared on his face- an hauntingly beautiful one.

"you back!!" He shouted at you,if his long hair didn't cover up his eyes,they definitely would have glint up with love and affection.

As he immediately crawled closer to you,and you sit down to take some rest and make up for the time when you weren't with him.

He started to gently pet your head,as you leaned into his strangely comforting touch,head resting on his chest.

You then realised that it's time to get up since you have rested enough and have enough energy to find a exit again.

As you get up mr crawling looks at you curiously, as you replied "I need to go..." Your voice barely an whisper,as you start to walk away,him following you from behind just like he first did when you guys first met.

Hallway after hallway,you finally find something that appeared to be a elevator- you wondered if it could sent you back to the real world.

You glanced at mr crawling-he returned your gaze back,eyeing your every movement.

should I really go? You thought.

Then you decided to leave for good. The longer you stay here,the longer you slowly began to not feel human anymore

Pressing the buttons on the elevator,as it opens quickly to your suprise since you thought it was broken.

You take a deep breath and sighed. And then looked over to mr crawling for the last time,guilt washing over you as you try to hold back tears.

Mr crawling just stares at you in confusion,wondering why you look sad.

It hurted even more after seeing him being not aware your leaving him forever.

You slowly step into the elevator,gaze still stuck on mr crawling as the elevator closes.

You were his everything. But mr crawling will wait for you even it takes forever,he will forever love you and cherish you for eternity.

[with-my-calamitous-love]

STARRY EYES SPARKIN’ UP MY DARKEST NIGHT

touya todoroki x reader

you and touya find solace together, dancing barefoot in the kitchen.

separate from my other touya x reader series. i missed writing short little tidbits for him 🤍 i can write a part two if you guys want! slight nsfw themes

inspired by call it what you want (and all too well)

honestly, he though it was stupid.

after a 2 hour long session of touya being knee deep between your thighs, taking you to heaven and back on the couch, he allows you to pull him towards the kitchen. here, he’s wearing nothing but jeans that he can’t even be bothered to zip up. not that you’re complaining- he’s sculpted like a masterpiece.

touya’s enjoying the view as well, watching you in a big t-shirt and not much else. if he can’t dance, he’ll at least admire the way the fabric clings to you in the glow of the fridge lightbulbs.

some american singer plays in the background, singing about her reputation. shes not the only noise going on, however. the quiet domesticity of your shitty apartment is loud and clear to the two of you. and somehow, its more romantic than grand gestures or fancy, expressions of love.

for a man who never knew the love of home, he sure cherished the fact that his and your laundry were both thrown into the same cycle. he loves the smell of rice cooking in the fridge, and handily fixing that leak in the sink you didn’t know was there. he chuckles when you join him in the shower, not being able to withstand the cold temperatures he prefers to bathe in. he loves the sound of running water when he washes the dishes after you cook, and your soft breathing when he hushes you to sleep.

its so mundane. so simple. so familiar.

nobody’s heard from him in months. his scarred hands make their way to your waist, holding you as you sway back and forth. you fit in his arms like a daydream, his head hanging low as he decides this is the place he wants to be.

your forehead presses against his, searching those burning blue eyes for any signs he may not really love you the way he says. any doubts or any lies.

you find none.

you step on his toes accidentally and he teases you, because of course he does- “thought you were the expert on this, doll.” he smirks, flashing that same shit-eating grin you came to love.

you roll your eyes, hushing him up by moving in closer. “i told you, i am. you’re horrible at this.” you chuckle. he loves that laugh of yours.

“i’m a stone-cold villain, not some ballroom dancer.” he reminds you, though the way he suddenly twirls you around says otherwise. maybe he just wanted to see the way your hair dances around your body, your simple beauty captivating him enormously.

touya loves you like you’re brand new. the way he looks at you, taking in every detail silently. to him, you make dancing barefoot in the kitchen look like a sky full of stars.

suddenly, all the judgement from your past disappears. the heartbreak, jokers taking swings at you and liars calling you one fade to nothing when you look at him. you crumble his castles, the walls he builds up just with your gentle touch. he doesn’t understand how you do it, or even why he loves it so much.

for all his life, he’s made the same mistakes. bridges burn, people hurt and baring scars- he almost never learns. but when he looks at you, god- he knows he’s done one thing right. he finds it in him to laugh with you, to feel the happiness he never knew he was allowed to experience. yeah, you’re definitely the 1 thing he’s done right.

“you know you can’t save me, right?” he asks in a whisper, head dipping down to your ear. and he’s right. he’s someone who, no matter how much you love him, you can’t burn stronger than his flames. he wants to be sure. he wants to know you’re here, dancing with him in the kitchen of your apartment, willing to get your heartbroken. he’s steeling himself for the pain he’s about to cause you.

if love could save us, we’d live forever.

but right now, he’ll keep dancing with you.

“…i know.” you whisper, silent resignation in your voice. at the very least, you two have right now.

if you could, you’d wear TT around your neck. not because he owns you- touya could never own or even deserve someone as kind and light as you. but he can say that he knows you, and loves you harder than anyone you have ever known. his tortured heart burns the brightest for you.

its more than anyone else could say. they could berate you, call you two criminals and lash out in violence. but the two of you challenged them- let them call it what they want. they don’t know what it really is, anyway.

for @crushmeeren whose kind words on a vent post i made earlier this week inspired me to write🤍🫧

[amirasainz]

hey! do you think you could write something where charles starts dating baby sainz after alex, and for a change she really doesn’t like baby sainz, or even a random oc ex gf of charlie and he gets annoyed whenever anyone says anything bad about baby sainz, and just wants her to himself? Thank you! ❤️

Ok so first things first. This is just a fic and not supposed to be hate towards Alexandra.

Now please enjoy reading and don't hesitate to send requests.

-XoXo

The better Girlfriend

The breakup between Charles Leclerc and Alexandra Saint Mleux was far from friendly. Their relationship had been plagued by cheating rumors, and the truth eventually came to light. Alexandra, a 21-year-old art history student, had kissed another guy during a girls’ night out. When this news reached Charles, their relationship came to an end

But Alexandra’s behavior during their relationship had already caused friction. She openly expressed disdain for Charles’s job in Formula 1, even going so far as to claim it wasn’t a real sport on live TV. Her rudeness toward fans and unreasonable demands put her in an unfavorable light. Charles endured his worst F1 season while they were together, and the media and fans didn’t hesitate to express their disapproval of her.

When Charles finally broke up with Alexandra, he received overwhelming support from the F1 paddock. His fellow drivers rallied around him during this difficult time:

Lando played games with him to keep his spirits up.

Pierre offered a sympathetic shoulder to cry on.

Max made sure Charles ate proper meals.

Carlos helped him navigate the PR drama.

And his “Grid Dads”—Sebastian, Lewis and Fernando offered invaluable advice.

In the midst of the drama, Charles found solace in the camaraderie of his fellow racers, proving that the racing world extends beyond the track and into the bonds of friendship and support

But there was one person, that helped him the most. Amira Sainz, the unsung hero in Charles’s life. While others lent their support, it was Amira who stood by him, often without uttering a single word. During Charles’s tumultuous relationship with Alexandra, Amira remained an enigma—a girl he wasn’t allowed to befriend due to Alexandra’s jealousy. But now, free from those constraints, their paths converged.

From strangers to friends, and then lovers—their connection felt destined. The media dubbed them the “it-couple,” and fans followed their story with respectful fascination. Initially, Carlos wasn’t thrilled, but time softened his heart. With Amira, Charles discovered a happiness he’d never known before—a beautiful girl who became his world.

And Charles reciprocated her love in every possible way. Each morning, breakfast in bed; after races, flowers to brighten her day. He listened to her fears and troubles, making her feel cherished and protected. But Amira wasn’t just a passive recipient; she left post-it notes in his luggage, their apartment, and even his car. She comforted him after bad races, helping him navigate his emotions. Together, they shared a dog—a symbol of their bond.

Their love wasn’t hidden; they proudly displayed it online. Fans embraced them as the “it-couple,” and Charles and Amira reveled in their shared journey. In a world of engines and speed, their love story unfolded.

Alexandra, Charles Leclerc’s ex girlfriend, stumbled upon one of their date posts. What she saw ignited a fire within her—a seething rage that drove her to spend the next five hours stalking the couple and dissecting their relationship. But Alexandra’s fury didn’t stop there; oh no, she took it a step further. In a desperate attempt to reclaim her own narrative, she created not one, not two, but seventeen fake “Alexandra and Charles forever” accounts on Instagram.

The internet, however, is a merciless place. Within minutes, eagle-eyed users ridiculed her fabricated accounts, exposing the charade for what it was. Alexandra’s attempt to rewrite history crumbled under the weight of public scrutiny. Perhaps it was a desperate cry for attention or a futile bid to regain control, but either way, the digital world had spoken: “Fake news!”

And so, as the engines cooled down and the F1 tracks took a breather during the summer break, Alexandra found herself caught in a whirlwind of her own making. Meanwhile, Charles and his new love interest, Amira Sainz, continued their blissful journey, oblivious to the storm brewing behind the screens

The pitlane buzzed with anticipation as Alexandra, fueled by anger and resentment, strode toward the Ferrari garage. Her eyes blazed with determination, and the photographers snapped away, capturing her every move. Lando and Max exchanged shocked glances—what was she doing here?

The Ferrari team, despite Carlos impending departure, held a special place in their hearts for the Sainz siblings. Their camaraderie and dedication had left an indelible mark. But now, Alexandra—the wicked witch, as some whispered—had infiltrated their sanctuary.

As she stepped into the garage, the once-happy atmosphere vanished. The air crackled with tension. Alexandra’s gaze swept over the familiar red cars, the tools, the mechanics—all part of the world that had embraced Charles and Amira. She clenched her fists, vowing to tear apart the relationship that had blossomed in this very space.

If it was the last thing she ever did.

And so, the pitlane witnessed a battle of emotions—a collision of love and hate, fueled by jealousy and wounded pride. The engines roared, but the real drama unfolded in the hearts of those who watched.

She looked around at the quiet garage and immediately spottet Charles and his plaything. The tensions were high as she strutted towards them. "Charles" she tried to say in a seductive voice. When she went to hug him and kiss his cheek, he stepped away. "Alexandra, what are you doing here?" he questioned sternly. "What? Can't I see my favorite athlete" she harshly asked. "Does the stupid bitch not allow you to talk to other women?" She turned to Amira. "No wonder she doesn't, I mean look at her. I truly don't see what you see in her. She dresses like a slut. I'm sure she also sucks your dick like one and-"

“Enough!” Charles’s voice boomed, cutting through the tension. “Don’t you DARE disrespect my girlfriend. You destroyed our relationship. You used me.”He stepped closer to her, eyes blazing with anger. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll never step a foot in the paddock.” With that, he turned away, leaving Alexandra standing humiliated in the middle of the room.

The air crackled with the aftermath of his words—a collision of emotions, hurt, and the finality of a chapter closing.

[rubywonu]

❝ I miss you, I'm sorry ❞

angst . idol!wonwoo x yn . 600 words

You looked at the billboard, the sight destroying your mental sanity. It was a sight for poor eyes. The ad played repeatedly, and you couldn't tear your eyes away from it.

Wonwoo's captivating gaze graced the screen, and you looked at it as unwanted memories flooded your mind.

You and Wonwoo walking down the same road, laughing and sharing sweet nothings, promising a life of forever love, you couldn't believe you almost bought it.

It seemed like just yesterday, the two of you made a collage of all the things you wanted to achieve as a couple, you drew a house, while he named your children.

You baked while he documented, adamant about making a documentary for the both of you to watch when you're old and wrinkly. You remember the way your heart skipped as Wonwoo walked towards you every morning with a flower or the way he used to smile when he looked at you.

You remember it all, and it tore you apart every single day. You missed the way his lips used to graze yours before he left to work, or the silence that decorated the room as you cried in each other's arms when Wonwoo used to go on tour.

You cherished the moment when Wonwoo, got on his knee and asked you to stay with him forever, you believed it as you screamed 'yes' and wrapped your arms around him. But that soon faded to black, when the memory of you throwing your engagement ring at his chest, tears streaming down your face, crashed into your mind. How could he? you thought. And now all you thought of was how could he not, it was expected.

You even missed the arguments, the way you would scream at him and the way he tried to calm you down. It never worked, but it was a cute attempt.

You looked away from the billboard and stared at the street, it was painfully familiar. The cafe opposite the billboard, housed a few of your favourite moments with him, the place where you first met, the place where you asked him out because he was too shy or the time when Wonwoo told you he was going to debut as an idol. How you wished you could travel to that moment and cherish Wonwoo more. You would go through the pain any time, it was worth it for the love, for the forehead kisses, for the back hugs, for the laughs, for him. He was worth it, he would always be.

Nothing happened in the way you wanted, every corner of this city was haunted by laughter and love. But what could you do? You weren't his and he wasn't yours anymore. There was nothing in this world that could bring you back together, not that it would work. He was a famous singer, and well you were...you. And maybe that was what caused the downfall in the first place.

You tried but everything you knew brought you back to him, and you despised yourself for it.

You heard the honk of the car, and you snapped out of the dream and crossed the road. With each step you took, you forgot about the memories, the moments and the love. You couldn't afford to remember it, you were afraid you would call him. It's not like you hadn't before. It always went the same, two sentences. You would speak and after a moment, you would hear a deep breath, and Wonwoo would say two words that would shatter your heart before he would hang up.

In the last step you took, before you would be out of sight from the billboard, you left the painful repeating memory.

"I miss you."

"I'm sorry."

nia’s notes: hi guys..my first piece in almost 10 months. so I hope you guys go easy on me, cause this is crusty. thank you guys for waiting patiently for a new fic, hope you like it!

taglist: @xomingyu . @pixieskie . @bangchansbae . @weird-bookworm . @chansdimplesmile .

[brotherwtf]

Buck and Bucky getting secretly married after the war

getting all dressed up in their dress greens, looking so dapper and handsome. They insisted on getting them tailored to fit their bodies better since the war, restored them to their natural glory. It hugged Gale's waist perfectly, filled out nicely on John's shoulders, both of them looking like typical war bond posters.

it's a quiet ceremony, they can't legally get married so it's just John and Gale and maybe like two other witnesses (thinking Marge and her wife or smth like that, maybe John's sisters)

it's on their property, behind the house so nobody can see, in front of the water, no priest or anything of the sort

they would say a couple of words, Gale would mention how John helped him through so much of the war, kept him going, and honest to god he stayed alive just to see John's smile again, to hear his laugh. And this was the happiest he had felt since he saw him safe coming into the Stalag

John would talk about how much he fucking loves Gale, every smile every chuckle made his heart swell, every time he went up and came back down in one piece was one step closer to a life where they could live together happily. Even in the throes of his mental breakdown in the Stalag, Gale didn't give up on him. He vows to never give up on their love, now.

They don't do the whole "til death do us part thing", John presents his mother's wedding ring to Gale and Gale gives John his own mother's ring, they hook it onto each other's dog tags and press it to their hearts, a silent vow to keep them there forever.

They kiss, it's brief and short, but filled with an eternal promise to hold and cherish, to look after the other for as long as they live.

little did you guys know I cried while writing this

[buttdumplin]

The sweet, lovely poly 141 boys and their Spanish-speaking latine partner.

This was meant to be a quick little thing, but boy did this get away from me lmao. This is the fluffiest shit I've ever indulged in and I love it. Big thank you to @mikichko for inspiring and helping with this!!!

cw: poly 141, gn!reader, latine reader, mexican slang, hint of d/s dynamics in Johnny's word count: 2.1K

Price, god love the man, is the one who seems to stumble the most. It's almost comical, considering the fact that Spanish and Arabic are so similar due to their histories. But there's a big difference between the Spanish he's learned to recognize and what you throw at him on the daily. He truly thinks it's because of his age, window of acquisition and all that. John does not expect to be able to speak fluently with you, but he does at least want to understand you. What he really wants, though, is to make you feel more fully at home with him, and he is forever grateful that you feel comfortable and safe enough with them to embrace all parts of your identity.

"Hola, amor mío. How was your day?" you greet him from the couch, eyeing him from tip to toe and almost whistling at seeing him in uniform. "Sigues rechulo, mi güerito, so I assume all went well?"

John swings down to kiss you, gripping the back of your neck to prolongue the kiss, trying to soak in as much of the affection as he can while also disguising the fact that he still doesn't fully recognize what came after.

"Yours was good too, I trust?"

"Yeah, but my brother called. El güey still con sus pinches mamadas and asking for my help. Aguas, in case he shows up this week."

"I... will keep an eye out, dove."

"Call me si les arma pedo and I'm not around."

He just nods sagely and squishes up against you on the couch, letting your warmth seep into his tired bones.

Later that evening, he rounds up the boys while you're in the shower and pulls out a small notebook where he's written things out phonetically. John may not have all the knowledge he needs, but he sure as hell is good at getting it.

"'Güey,' that's the brother's nickname?"

"No, that's like 'man/guy.' But it's also an insult. But not always," Johnny supplies.

"Fuck me, okay. 'Rechulo' is... I got nothing for that one."

"The 're' is for heavy emphasis, 'chulo' is 'cute/handsome/pretty.' 'Re' can go on practically any adjective," Simon steps in.

"'Aguas' and 'pedo' CANNOT be what they are, right?"

Kyle takes his hand and chuckles, "No, sweetheart. The first is like a warning, the second a fight or scene or scandal. In this context."

John's shoulders finally relax and he lets out a heavy sigh, putting the final touches on his notes of the day.

"Thank you, boys, for your patience and your kindness. And your secrecy," John huffs a little laughter and gives them his sweetest smile, the one where you can see the dimples poking out through the beard.

They all reach over to gently caress him, taking turns kissing the parts of him they can reach.

"Thank you, John, for trying so hard."

~

Beautiful, wonderful Kyle, the delight of a man that he is, is the one giving it as good as he gets. He's the one crooning in your ear, showering you with the most decadent terms of endearment, knowing full well they make your knees much weaker in Spanish. He'll use the advantage every single chance he has, don't doubt that for a second. But truly, it's the soft seclusion of those moments that he cherishes most, when you're looking up at him with big bright eyes, knowing you fully trust him to take care of you.

You're grumbling away as you wash dishes after dinner when Kyle comes up behind you, arms making the way slowly around your waist, chin dropping onto your shoulder.

"Oh, tesoro mío, look at you working away, working so hard for us."

You refuse to look at him and give a fussy pout. He knows it's your least favorite of the house duties. So much so that you're always willing to do almost anything as long as you don't have to touch wet food.

"It looks like you've done enough, cariño. Come join us in bed."

"No. None of you wanted to trade with me so se aguantan," you try to wiggle and bump his head away from yours.

"Come on, cosa hermosa, we need you with us to settle for the night," he pulls your hands from the water, drying them and turning you towards him.

You immediately bury your face into his chest. Can't look him in the eye, he'll win you over the moment you do.

"So they send in the smooth talker, huh?"

Kyle laughs, clear and bright, and he wraps you back up in his arms, gently cradling your head until you give in and look up at him.

"Or," he says, making you both rock gently, "I'm trying to sneak in a little solo time."

Your body melts against his as the words sink in, big eyes blinking softly up at him, "Besito?"

"As many as you want, mi vida. Until you grow bored of me," and you're letting out a sweet sigh as those soft lips meet yours.

His hands move to bring your body closer to his, to milk this quiet moment for as much contact as possible, to sear it all into his memory.

"You two are awfully quiet out there," Simon calls from the bedroom and it makes you break apart with a little jump.

You hear frantic rustling that has to be Johnny, "Hold on, what happened to doing the dishes!"

A chuckle escapes the two of you, sparkling eyes meeting in the low light from the stove hood. The sound of John huffing to get comfortable floats in from the bedroom.

"Just a minute more, hermosura," he mutters against your hair. "Wanna stay here a bit longer."

"Really liking all those pet names, aren't you?"

Kyle laughs again and gives you a squeeze, "Mean every single one of them."

And you happily linger, not pointing out that you've noticed an endearing pattern of Kyle wrapping up nights in the kitchen with you in his arms and a faint love song echoing down the hall for you two to sway to.

~

Beloved, darling Simon, he hides his own understanding of the language. He understands it nearly perfectly, with just the tiniest margin of error, nothing too big to bring attention to it. Overall, he's able to catch almost everything you mumble. It's not to be sneaky or anything like that, Simon would never do anything to compromise your privacy. It's more that he doesn't quite see the need to verbalize it. To him it's nothing special, no need to make a spectacle. Instead, he lets it seep into his actions, ever the acts of service lover that he is.

You're spread out on the couch, on the phone with your mother, complaining, "Como chingan los del trabajo. Me pidieron un reporte para el viernes y ahora me reclaman que todavía no se los he dado y apenas es miércoles."

There was a tension in your shoulders when you came home from work, he didn't miss that. Caught you jolting to a stop mid-stretch. And as the call goes on longer, Simon picks up on more.

"No he tenido chance de lavar ropa, ni una putisima pijama... Traigo un pinche antojo de mole, pero es un chingo de trabajo y ahorita no le puedo dedicar el tiempo..."

He quietly moves to gather the boys as you continue ranting and pace around the room. You're too caught up in your call to see them forming a massive huddle and their nodding at Simon right as the break and throw their joined hands in the air.

By the time you're off the phone, it's dark out and you notice the house is quieter than usual. You move to look for the boys (they can't have left without telling you, right?) when Simon pops out from the hall, crooked smile you love so much adorning his face, and he simply takes your hand to pull you into the bathroom. A hot bath greets you, some honeyed bath bomb already dissolving in the water and your laptop set up on a bucket besides the bath, your comfort show already pulled up and ready to play. Simon then points to your softest pajamas washed and set out on the counter for you.

"And you'll help me with my lotion too?"

He kisses your forehead, "When do I not?"

"The boys?"

"Setting up dinner. Kyle and I are making your favorite."

You whip around to face him, eyes wide and excited, "With fresh tortillas?"

With a low, affirmative hum Simon pulls you in closer and just holds you. He doesn't say anything, he doesn't need to. But he lends you his strength, which is all he can really hope for. The steady beat of his heart and the warmth of his arms around you help release the tightness in your body. Letting out your own little hum, you give him a squeeze and he squeezes back harder, crushing you in the way he knows you find comforting. There's a soft devotion in his tenderness with you, an unshakable support in every single thing you do.

"So you gonna undress me too, or...?"

A peal of laughter escapes you as he playfully swats at your butt, "Undress yourself. I've got cooking to do."

A day without hearing your laughter is a day poorly spent to Simon.

He's almost to the door when you pull him back into you, hands tugging on his shirt to bring him down to your height. His own laughter rumbles in his chest as you cover his face in loud kisses, and he stays locked in place. He will for as long as you need him to, never mind his back. If it's gonna go out eventually, he'd rather it go out from his time spent like this.

~

Johnny, bless the boy, is desperate to hear it, to have you address him directly. You speak plenty around the house, on phone calls with friends, talking back at the tv (some shows have been put on temporary bans, or at the very least you're not supposed to watch them alone), at the lovely crooked cat yall adopted. You shower them with pet names with every breath you take. And he loves it all! Loves that you so willingly share so much of yourself with them. But Johnny boy is dying for something specific- "Love, why don't you call me papi?"

When he voices it, it's a complete surprise. Simon and Kyle both laugh so hard so suddenly that they find themselves choking on their own spit. Price himself is caught so off-guard that he fully looks up from the dinner he's prepping in the kitchen, raw chicken slipping out of his hands and plopping back into the flour bowl. You at first laugh it off lightly, thinking it was one of his cutesy jokes he makes to get a giggle out of everyone. That would have made the most sense, honestly. But when he looks away, big blue eyes shining with the softest hint of embarrassment, it sinks in.

You shift in your seat a fraction, "Johnny, I don't even call any of you that in English. You know it's not exactly the same thing, right?"

"I know but the little old lady from the corner shop calls me "papi" and so does the older man who brings the water and other people too and it's always so affectionate and so I thought..."

He spares a glance at you, hoping he hasn't completely overstepped.

"Where did this come from?"

"Ale let it slip last time we grabbed coffee and the joy on Rudy's face was so blinding that I thought maybe we should try it."

"Honey--"

"Please, just once."

"But I--"

"It doesn't have to be a title! It can be soft and casual, no expectations."

"You don't--"

"I promise I'll be good for it."

Oh.

Your gaze meets the other boys' and you all take a good look at your Johnny. At some point during his pleading he brought himself down to kneel in front of you. His broad shoulders are slumped forward in submission, his hands clenched together so tightly his fingertips are completely white. Price nods at you, the other two eagerly nodding along as well.

Leaning forward, you grab him by the jaw, gently bringing his head to rest against your thigh.

Running your fingers through his hair, you utter out a low, "Sweet little thing like you just wants to be good, don't you papi?"

Johnny's eyes glaze over slightly, a shy, dazed smile growing on his face. There's not an ounce of hesitation in him as he nuzzles his face into your thigh, just sweet elation. Pleased grumbles escape the others, making Johnny's smile grow bigger.

You make sure to add it into your regular circulation.

[dark-and-kawaii]

your pregnancy ficlets are super sweet! How about Halsin finding out tav is pregnant 🥰

Halsin would/does make the best dad. When he was worried about the kids not getting a bedtime story from him I wanted to cry. I go feral for big ol’ guys with a soft heart, and he’s like the poster man for that.

༺ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥 ༻

♡ Halsin | Pregnancy - Fluff

In the midst of a small flower field, bathed in the golden rays of the sun, you sat in the forest. Halsin, in his bear form, approaches you silently, attempting to surprise you. But as always, you are keenly aware of his presence. Chuckling softly to yourself you continue plucking a pink flower, and with a playful tone you remark, "You'd have better luck sneaking up on me if you were a cat, you know."

Halsin nudges your back gently with his large furry head, emitting a low, affectionate grunt as he settles down beside you. Resting against his solid form, you're enveloped in a unique comfort only he can provide, afterall, it’s not everyday someone gets with a bear. Twirling the flower wreath you've been weaving, you muse, "I'm considering changing these to yellow blossoms, what do you think?" You glance at him, your look soft and affectionate as he cocks his head, ears perked, you know his bearish confusion was a silent compliment to your creation.

Your laughter is light as your fingers trace the fur between his eyes. "Yellow's quite the neutral choice," Halsin watches you, his gaze intent, absorbing every word you speak, “Hmm, or maybe I should do white instead, but that’s just- no. That’s a terrible idea.” He continues to listen, studying your expression intently, as if trying to decipher the message behind your words.

“If it's a boy," you continue, your eyes lingering on the wreath, "I don't think he'd appreciate all these shades of pink." Your gaze meets Halsin's, a playful glimmer in your eyes. "And if it's a girl, well, pink seems to be the only answer. But how am I supposed to know? I'm no seer." You raise an eyebrow, your eyes searching his face. Suddenly, his wide brown eyes illuminate, and in a burst of radiant energy, Halsin stands before you, transformed back into his glorious elven body. "Is it true? You spoke of the truth just now?" he asks, his voice filled with awe and excitement.

Joining him in standing, a smile spreads across your face, and you nod, uttering the words he longed to hear, "It's true, my love." Unable to contain his joy, Halsin bursts into laughter, engulfing you in his arms as he spins you around, expressing his elation in that moment of pure bliss.

Halsin's laughter fills the forest as he spins you around, his joy palpable in the warm embrace. "By the Great Oak Father!" he exclaims, his eyes shining with happiness. You both come to a stop, and Halsin cups your face in his hands, his expression overflowing with love. "Our love, our bond, will be forever sealed in this precious life."

The forest and flowers around you seemed to come alive with vibrant colors, the gentle breeze carrying the sweet scent of the blooms. It feels as if though nature is celebrating alongside you.

As the initial rush of excitement settles, Halsin lowers himself to one knee, holding your hand close to him. "My heart, I promise to be there for you and our child every step of the way. I will protect and cherish both of you with all that I am."

Tears of joy well up in your eyes as you meet his gaze. "And I promise to stand by your side, Halsin, as I always have.”

Halsin's grin widens as he rises from his knee, his eyes never leaving yours. "I have no doubt that we will raise a child who embodies both the strength of the wild and the wisdom of the druids. They will be surrounded by love, nature, and the embrace of the elements."

With hearts filled with excitement and anticipation, you and Halsin spend the rest of the day in the forest, basking in the joy of your upcoming journey as parents. As the sun sets, casting a mesmerizing glow across the landscape, you can't help but feel an incredible sense of gratitude for the life growing within you and the love that binds you both together.

[yoshi17here]

⋆⭒˚｡⋆The film⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Day 8

YOSHI⋆⭒: Guys I'm so so so sorry for not posting these days but I'll catch up I promise

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paring: idoljungwon x nonidol y/n

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It was the most anticipated time of the year — Christmas break. After months of intense schedules and performances, Jungwon was finally getting a chance to relax. The cold winter air felt refreshing as he stepped into his cozy apartment, the soft hum of the heater filling the space.

You had planned this day together for weeks, knowing how rare it was for Jungwon to have a break where he could truly unwind. He greeted you with a soft smile as he opened the door, his eyes lighting up as they met yours. "Hey, you're here!" he said, his voice warm and gentle, sending a wave of comfort over you.

"Of course, I wouldn't miss this," you replied, grinning as you kicked off your boots, stepping inside. The room smelled faintly of pine and cinnamon, the Christmas tree sparkling in the corner with twinkling lights. Jungwon had already set up the living room for the perfect movie night, his favorite blanket draped over the couch.

"Got everything ready," he said, motioning to the pile of snacks on the coffee table: popcorn, chocolate, cookies, and hot cocoa. "I know we agreed on The Grinch. I hope you're ready to laugh."

You chuckled and nodded, sinking into the soft couch next to him. "I’ve been waiting for this all week. I can’t believe you’re watching it with me!"

"Anything for you," Jungwon replied with a teasing smile, before grabbing the remote and starting the movie. The iconic opening credits filled the screen, and you immediately snuggled closer, wrapping yourself in the warmth of the blanket.

The Grinch’s grumpy antics made you laugh harder than you expected. Jungwon joined in with his contagious laugh, his eyes sparkling every time the Grinch got up to some mischief. The two of you sat there, totally immersed in the movie, sharing jokes and laughter over every silly moment.

"Look at him stealing Christmas presents again," you giggled, pointing at the screen. "How does he even think that's going to work?"

Jungwon smirked, nudging your shoulder with his. "Just like you, stealing all my snacks."

You playfully swatted his arm. "Hey! I'm just here for the candy," you teased.

As the movie went on, the warmth of the moment, mixed with the cozy atmosphere and the peaceful joy of being with Jungwon, made everything feel perfect. The two of you shared stories and inside jokes between scenes, the connection growing even deeper as the night went on.

But as the movie neared its end, you found yourself getting sleepier. The comfort of being with him, the laughter, and the quiet joy of the evening were all slowly lulling you into a drowsy state. You rested your head against his shoulder, not even realizing it at first.

Jungwon glanced down at you, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he felt the gentle weight of your head on his shoulder. His fingers lightly brushed through your hair, a quiet gesture that sent warmth spreading through you. "Are you falling asleep on me?" he asked, his voice filled with affection.

You nodded, your eyes half-lidded. "Mm-hmm... too cozy," you mumbled, a soft laugh escaping your lips.

Jungwon chuckled, gently shifting so you could get even more comfortable. He wasn’t in any rush to move, savoring the calm moment. "I’m glad you’re here with me. It’s perfect... just the two of us."

His words made your heart swell, and you snuggled closer, your breathing slowing as you relaxed fully against him. Jungwon kept watching the movie, but his focus wasn’t on the screen anymore; it was on you, his hand gently stroking your hair as you drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

The world outside may have been cold, but in this moment, wrapped in his warmth, everything felt just right. Jungwon smiled softly to himself, knowing that this was one of those memories he’d cherish forever.

As you fell asleep in his arms, the movie’s credits rolled quietly in the background, and Jungwon stayed right there, content and happy to have the time to share this simple, beautiful Christmas moment with you.

And so, the night ended: with laughter, warmth, and the quiet joy of being together

[destinationtrekk]

young wesker who gets drunk and giggly with reader. at first he had been so... cold, so expressionless and absolutely cluelessly bone-dry on how to go about doing anything but a daylight two-step move-his-arms-a-little to the dance music blaring from somewhere, but that's okay, reader can show him.

and he enjoys it... and he's laughing, and his face is flushed, and the scent of vodka is deep on his tongue, and he has severely miscalculated his drink, but that's okay, because reader keeps him safe and happy and distracted the entire time.

at the end, as he begins to sober up, they can't seem to get out of him where he's supposed to go to now (perhaps he is trying to revel in it, this one normalcy, just one event he took on to learn how to behave like everyone else and got taught more about himself and his own interests than he'd ever planned, a snapshot of a life he could have lived if only--) so they take him back to their house and snuggle him up in a blanket burrito on the couch, making him drink water, take an advil, a tylenol.

and as he gets back to himself and they smoke a cig, talking about life as he gets rather quiet and inward again (for he cannot share, he has nothing positive or appropriate to), they do something unexpected and yet wholly welcome, a gift to close out the night: they give him a quick, brief and fleeting shotgun kiss, hand warm on his cheek, before they send him off for a nap, telling him to stay the night so he'll be well and sober the next day to depart. free breakfast if he's still around by then, otherwise, they take no offense.

he has no way of telling them the truth of this fragile matter. he has no way of divulging his life, which would undoubtedly ruin whatever scrapbook memory he is currently creating, and certainly no way to hold onto this awfully pleasant being who he can, apparently, trust in his total ineptitude with heavy inebriance. and he can't keep seeing them again after this. and his view on how ruthless and manipulative human beings are when faced with vulnerability has been shaken to its' core, and he can't say it, and he wants to, but...

instead he asks them to stay a little while he falls asleep (just one final, little test, he muses to himself), and they oblige. he's laid on the couch, head in their lap, his (admittedly not quite so soft after all the gel has hardened) hair being carded through by soft, ever-eager, sleepy fingers. he will never get a moment like this again and he pushes himself to take it in, revel in every second that passes, commit to absolute memory (no matter what he had earlier in the day) every detail of this sightly, sweetly saint's face.

he ends up falling asleep feeling cherished. he will remember this day forever. years to come he will still have tabs on this person, and their life will still be unexpectedly, oddly lucky.

maybe one day he'll find it in him to thank them properly, face-to-face...

nshtn can i say i love you? because i love you and every time you come in my inbox i get so excited

first and foremost i don't think he even would dance at a party. he very much is the kind of guy to find a spot and linger there with a group he's only half listening to. once he meets you though his night gets much much more interesting

he's never really had chances to drink, except maybe whiskey or something expensive with Spencer during their talks about Umbrella and the future, so when you start handing him all kinds of seltzers and mixed drinks and straight shots of vodka, he is very overwhelmed

he can't show it though! so he dutifully takes most of what you hand him, a few drinks are two sweet for him, and he is very quickly wasted tbh. you're so nice though, and you drag him in the middle of everyone dancing and show him a few easy things and soon enough he's bouncing around with everyone else

every time he starts to think about what's going to happen tomorrow you're immediately there to distract him. it's almost like you can read his mind - you know just the right things to say and how to push people out of the way and he just thinks you're perfect under the flashing lights

finally when it's time to go home, he knows for a fact he can't show up at his place looking messed up as he is - what if Spencer or Birkin or some nameless Umbrella employee saw him and ratted him out? so he takes your offer to go to your house gracefully as he can this drunk

he knows now that you're a party expert, you immediately make him drink water and wash his face and take preemptive tylenol for the hangover. your fleeting kiss and warm hands on his sweaty skin are so sweet he can't bear to think about it longer than he has to. he knows he should leave before you wake up tomorrow and forget this wonderful night ever happened (he'll never forget you, not even on his deathbed)

you give him every courtesy and kindness you can offer and he decides to take just one more, one last sweet touch to take with him into the night. you smile sleepily and open your arms for him to fall into - the blanket covering his shoulders is a little too hot and you both smell like beer and liquor and sweat but your lap is so soft, it makes the ache in his back and shoulders from carrying the world lessen a bit, and your fingers in his hair send him into a beautiful and silent sleep

the next morning it physically pains him to untangle from your body on the couch. he stands and watches you for a moment, his heart clenching and pounding in his chest, until he forces himself out the door before you can feel his absence.

when he meets you again, what feels like a thousand years later, his heart pounds just the same. you recognize him, his twisted dark smirk and deep eyes, and when you smile and say his name he's suddenly twenty-something all over again and dizzy and drunk in your arms - he never wants to leave you again

[fandomfucker]

Hi can you do a judgment day x reader where they all go to a club to celebrate a win or something and the reader goes to get more drinks and a guy comes up to her flirting with her and she politely tries get away but he keeps on but then the judgement day comes looking for reader and protect her and just fluff when she thanks them and them saying they will always protect her or something like that? Pls💕

Word Count: 1,127

Reader's POV

The bright lights shone above, reflecting off of my metal jewelry in flashing colors of light. The atmosphere was humid with the smells of sweat and alcohol. Music blared from the speakers placed strategically around the room, causing the walls and floors to vibrate with the bass.

Bodies pressed up against me from every side but I didn't mind too much since they were the bodies of my four partners. Yes, four. How on Earth I got lucky enough to score all four of them simultaneously I'll never know but I'll cherish them forever.

The colorful flashing lights illuminated each of my partners' faces as I danced between them all.

Rhea held my hips from behind, grinding on my ass as Dominik held my waist, swaying his hips and singing along to whatever song was playing in front of me.

Damien and Finn were off in their own little world as they grinded against each other next to us, occasionally bumping hips with us as we all swayed to the music.

My face and neck were both flushed with sweat as I danced the night away with my partners. We were celebrating Dominik winning his NXT North American Championship Title back.

Covered in sweat and panting slightly, I gently pried myself away from the sandwich my two partners had put me in.

"I'm gonna go get drinks!" I shouted to the two of them as I pointed towards the bar. It wasn't too far away but with the amount of people in between it felt astronomical.

"Be careful!" Rhea shouted back before closing the space between her and Dom, the two of them now grinding on each other instead of me.

I giggled happily to myself as I made my way towards the bar. I had to dance my way around crowds of people along with individual couples so I wasn't met with a hand to the face.

Reaching the bar, I laid my hands atop the counter as I waited for the bartender to finish what he was doing. His movements with the bottles captured my attention, captivating me as I watched in awe.

"Hey, beautiful. Whatcha drinkin'?" An older man with scraggly, peppered, facial hair saddled up to my right

"Just water," I replied, turning my attention briefly to him before turning back to watch the bartender. Just trying to nicely tell him to get lost but he didn't seem to be getting the hint.

"Lemme buy you a drink, baby." His slurred voice rose to be heard above the music, only spreading the smell of his beer breath further into my face. He raised his hand and started whistling at the bartender, who, on the other side of the bar, couldn't hear or see him.

After a second or two of not being acknowledged he gave up and focused his undivided attention onto me. His beady eyes stared straight into my soul.

"No thank you. I'm actually here with someone." I smiled politely, taking a subtle step back away from the man. I did a quick sweep of the dance floor, trying to find my partners, only to see the four of them all in the exact same positions I had left them in.

"Hey, now. I don't see anyone." He did an overexaggerated look around us at the crowd as he leaned forward even closer to my face. I tried to step back again but found myself up against a stool and no longer able to move away.

The man only pushed further towards me, effectively caging me in. My heart started to race as I started to panic.

I wouldn't be able to beat a literal child in a fight, much less this drunk grown-ass man.

"Yeah, well, they're right over there." I pointed in their general direction, refusing to take my eyes off of the man in front of me though lest he try something when I'm not fully paying attention.

"Come on, sweetheart. I don't bite." He gave me a toothy grin as he laid his hand on my arm. Before I could even yank my arm out of his reach, his arm was ripped off of me by someone else.

"Yeah? Well, I do." Rhea stood behind the man, his arm gripped tightly in her fist as she glowered at the man.

Damian stood next to her, also death-staring the man as Dominik and Finn gently pulled me away from the situation and behind Rhea and Damian.

The two of them were without a doubt the most menacing of the group. Damian with his combined height and build and Rhea with her build and her overall aura. They were especially terrifying when even slightly peeved, never mind totally pissed.

I would hate to be in that man's position right about now.

And by the looks of it, so would he. He stared up at the two of them in horror as a wet spot grew along the front of his pants, trickling down and onto the floor, making my partners all take a couple of steps back.

Dominik waved over a bouncer to escort the perv out of the bar as Rhea continued to scowl disgustedly at the man as he was dragged out.

"I see you again, I'll do a lot more than just make you piss yourself." Rhea threatened making the man's face lose all color before she turned around to face me.

Her expression immediately softened as she gripped my face in her hands, turning my face every which way examining me for any harm the man might have caused.

"You alright, chica?" Damian checked up on me, resting a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"I'm okay," I reassured my partners. "Just a bit shaken up is all."

Finn shrugged out of his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders, rubbing them as he steered me towards the exit. "Let's get you home, Lass."

Dominik held my hand the whole way home, rubbing small circles with his thumb, and then carried me out of the car once I fell asleep.

Laying in bed later that night surrounded by my four partners I realized just how so incredibly lucky I am. "Thank you guys for being there," I mumbled in my sleep-dazed head-space.

"Anything for you, mami," Dominik replied, giving my forehead a kiss as Rhea squeezed my middle from behind. Finn and Damian each gave one of my hips a kiss as well.

"We'll always be here to protect you Y/n," Damian added, receiving confirmation noises from my other two partners.

My partners are my protectors and nothing and nobody will ever change that. I fell asleep feeling loved and safe, encompassed by their warm bodies saving me from all kinds of harm.

[enden-k]

I got possessed by Saran the urge to show my love for your little guys in a perceivable way the moment I woke up (every time I draw saran, i get one step closer to petting him ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ )

I thought that "Pygmalion and Galatea" theme would fit this time around; Saran would love Vika into sentience and Vika would be clingy like in canon, because the "oh i can actually feel your warmth and hold you if i want" type of yearning is just really fun to think about.

(just in general their dynamic of soft, possessive, gentle, giving, greedy, clingy, so so loving is giving so many possible ways to draw them, and all of them are just...tender. they're truly made for each other in every universe, and i'll go insane over them /pos)

every time i see them pass my dashboard, it makes me incredibly happy and triggers my cuteness aggression <3 with big smooches on their heads i'll shut up, i keep babbling too much

oguhhghahhhhh!!!!! i love it so mcuh!!!!

also it really does fit them, oh ur brain....i love all the details too, the "please hold me, look at me"s, the !!TINY OCTOPUS!! also love how you picked up on saran being somewhat of an artsy person by making him pygmalion the sculptor without me mentioning that fact hehe

thank you sm for liking and drawing my lil guys, just like the other lovely arts i received i will cherish and look at it forever 😭🥹💕💕

[fitnessgeekandcoffeefreak]

📍 Half Dome (Mist trail up, John Muir Trail down)

19 miles -- 5,400 ft elevation gain

What a wild ride this trip was, you guys. I did so much better on this trail than Upper Falls. We had a 2:30 am wake-up (so dumb 😆) in order to start the trail before the heat got so intense. There were other hikers ahead of us, and plenty of people behind.

The Mist Trail had construction from 7-3 so we need to get past that point by 7. This portion of the trail is so cool. You climb granite stairs for forever to the top of the falls. The spray was a welcomed cool down after putting in so much work right off the bat.

After the waterfall portion we continued our trek to the Subdome. My friend was feeling awful (similar to how I felt on Tuesday's hike) and her sugars were all over the place (she's diabetic) We just took our time trudging along and chatting with other hikers. It really was the nicest group of hikers I've been around, so that was pretty awesome.

All three of us had entered the lottery for three days in a row for the cable portion of Half Dome and NONE OF US GOT PERMITS. So ridiculous. We decided to just do the hike hoping there would be other group(s) with available spots on their permits once we reached the check in. We got to the check in and there was no Ranger! We hurried passyed the check in spot and rested a little bit before tackling the steps at the Subdome. We had had a decent amount of shade throughout the beginning of the hike, but the Subdome and the cable portion are just open and you are there for the baking.

(Call me out for not having a permit and going anyway, but I'll completely take blame for it even though it's naughty.)

Linda was convinced she wasn't gonna be able to complete the cables because she felt so awful but we just rested some and kept cheering her on.

We brought gloves just in case we were able to actually get on the cables. You can see the slope in the pictures above, which is pretty insane. My shoes had just tread so they stuck well to the side of the granite. Man, it was so cool! You use so much upper body strength to pull yourself up to the top, but it's definitely worth it. And the view from the top is breathtaking. 360* turnaround to see for miles!! I should have taken more pictures but I was just trying to soak it all in.

I went down the cables backwards and basically repelled down each section. It was just so much faster and used less energy. We put Linda in the middle of us just in case she needed help, but she didn't.

There are some things you complete in life that, not only cause you to reevaluate your life, but also shift your mind in a way to see things the way that they should actually be seen.

Facts: People are important. Relationships are important. How you treat your body with your brain is important. Living your life in such a way that you attempt to soak every small experience and the importance it has, is important.

I'm so thankful that I was able to do this trip with some of my most cherished friends ❤️

[zoyasribbon]

SILKEN WHISPERS — d. szobozlai

.ೃ࿐ summary : Punctuality has forever coursed through your veins, especially during the most significant occasions. Yet, who would have guessed that a simple silk dress could shatter that rule?

.ೃ࿐ words : 0,6k.

.ೃ࿐ genre : suggestive.

.ೃ࿐ warning : swearing, hot makeout sesh.

.ೃ࿐ author’s note : marking my debut in the imagine territory where I’m taking my first steps with this little guy here—i have so many ideas in store ^^ hope you enjoy !

“Fuck, I love this dress” he growled into your ear.

You marveled at how Dominik had a way of approaching you with such effortless charm, savoring every moment of it. His warm breath brushed against the delicate shell of your ear, sending ripples of sensation through your entire being. You could sense the contours of his lush lips as they curved into a wicked smile, long before you could catch their reflection in the mirror.

His exquisite mouth. The gentle bristle of his stubble. His tussled, soft brown hair. The earthy scent of his cologne.

Him.

You couldn't fathom why his compliment impacted you so deeply. Well, you were aware of your excellent taste in clothing, a truly refined taste. Even the shop assistant praised your choice earlier. Yet, it was gratifying to receive admiration for your dress selection, a specific taste you had honed over the years, despite hearing your mother's reprimands all through your teenage years.

There was nothing overtly revealing about it. You cherished the fabric's softness and the delicate hue, an homage to the early breath of the warm summer day that lay ahead. It draped around your form, lending both grace and a sense of comfort.

Elegance and comfort, precisely what you sought. With Dominik so close behind you now, you felt, on top of all that, utterly sexy.

You mirrored his smile before focusing on applying your red lipstick. Dominik drew even nearer. His large hands encircled your waist, exerting a firm hold. His thumbs traced delightfully slow, feathery circles down your back, igniting a blaze that seemed to sear the silky fabric, sending tendrils of heat down your spine. What was his intention?

You attempted to stifle a gasp, but the faint tremor in your body, as involuntary as it was, betrayed you. Naturally, Dominik, to his great delight, took notice.

His languorous demeanor slowly gave way to a more intimate and intense expression. Your eyes fluttered shut as he dipped his head to kiss your neck. He was acutely aware of the effect this simple yet intimate act would have on you, especially when he focused on that particular spot where your shoulder met your neck. It was, after all, one of his many areas of expertise.

Unconsciously, you allowed the lipstick you had just lowered to slip from your hand onto the polished wooden chest of drawers. This granted you the excuse to weave your fingers into his hair—a subtle act not only to steady yourself but also to unwittingly encourage his delightful administrations, preventing your legs from giving way.

"We're going to be late," you managed to articulate with a tremulous, breathless voice. He let out a small laugh against your skin. "It's your cousin's wedding, after all," you murmured desperately, knowing that soon you would be rushing headlong into trouble.

In response, he delicately nipped a part of your neck. That slightest gesture was enough to make you surrender. Your head tilted backward, finding support against his sturdy chest before leaning slightly to the side. Your hand grabbed a few strands of his hair, pulling gently, eliciting a moan from him.

Now literally pressed against Dominik, you could feel every beat of his heart pulsating against his still partly unbuttoned white shirt. The mirror had indeed offered you a delightful view of his well-defined torso.

You ceased pretending that this damn wedding held any significance the moment his hands slid forward across your breasts and descended towards the lower curve of your belly and even lower. Suddenly, he emitted another groan, this one more desperate and guttural than the first. Your breath caught.

"You know what?" he whispered, "Far too perfect. Let your hair down, darling, I need to ruffle you up a bit before we go."

[x-v0id-x]

I saw a post on tumblr ranting about darlings never actually fighting back or way too easily giving into their yan in dangerous situations. For the life of me I can’t find the post again but it really stuck with me and now I can’t help but think :3c

So here’s what my yans would do if they had a darling that would fight (and win) against them!!

<3 So it was a typical day.

<3 And by typical I mean that Milo was rummaging around your room to find some of your clothes or makeup to “borrow”.

<3 They can’t help it!! You have such a cute style! Milo loves having things you like and wearing them himself! It feels like you’re both truly together x3

<3 What they hadn’t accounted for was you coming home early from work. 

<3 You weren’t feeling too well, and after having gotten permission you got to come home early. Happy to finally get some rest, you walked into your house, set your keys down, and went right up to your room. 

<3 What you hadn’t accounted for was some guy in your room going through your closet.

<3 It was silent between the two of you, both of you staring at each other, frozen in place.

<3 Then panic ensued, you grasped at your pockets, trying to find your phone and run out of the room, but whoever this damn intruder was could move. Milo was grabbing your arms and pulling you back before you could even make it into the hall.

<3 They tried to calm you down, promise they didn’t want to scare you and something about liking you. You couldn’t pay much attention. Your fight or flight was kicking in.

<3 Without much of a thought you twisted your arms, causing Milo’s grip to loosen. Then you grabbed his arm and, using all your strength, flipped them over your shoulder. They fell onto the ground, coughing and gasping for air when their back hit the ground.

<3 You thought maybe that would be enough, but they were already trying to get back up. You quickly pushed them back down onto the ground with your foot, your heel digging into their chest.

<3 It was silent once again, the sound of both of you catching your breaths filled the room. 

<3 You expected more of a fight, but instead Milo seemed utterly ecstatic. 

<3 Their face was just as pink as their hair, staring up at you with the most loving but insane look. You thought they’d be furious, maybe scared? Anything but this. It only made him more unsettling.

<3 “Y-You.. you’re so strong!! ..Do you like throwing me around? You can do it as much as you like! You can step on me more too!! I’ll love anything you’d do to me ♡”

<3 What.

<3 You stepped away, more freaked out than before, but Milo immediately started to whine.

<3 “N-No..! Step on me again! Throw me around and make me filled with marks and bruises! I’ll cherish every single one!! I promise!!” 

<3 Milo thought it was exhilarating. The fact that you could pick them up and toss them around like they were nothing. It was just another thing he loved about you. They’d let you do it forever if that’s what you wanted. 

<3 You were a little torn on whether to keep trying to hurt him or to call the police, though regardless now Milo is a lot more bold when he swings by. All in hopes maybe you’ll have your way with them, in any way you chose ♡

(Small TW for a brief needle mention at the end ^^)

<3 With Kaito, he had just successfully managed to take you away, keeping you secure in his basement. 

<3 Now, when you woke up in a random room that looked like your own, but wasn’t. You were reasonably upset. 

<3 You knew you weren’t home. And one of the many reasons was the fact that the only door there wouldn’t open.

<3 You kicked at it, rammed your shoulder into it, tried to lock pick it with one of the various items around. Nothing worked. You were ready to tear up the entire room.  

<3 That is until you heard the door about to open, and immediately you opted to hide. Not that there were many places to do so. 

<3 Some strange guy emerged, someone you had never known. In an instant, you tried to run past him, but he grabbed you and pushed you back before you had the chance. The door was shut right after.

<3 If he had managed to get into the room, that could mean he had some sort of key. As soon as you got back up you threw yourself onto him. 

<3 You tried to throw a punch, but Kaito quickly caught it, yanking you forward. You caught yourself on his shoulder, shoving him back against the door. 

<3 The two of you fought for some time. Though Kaito never once harmed you. He might’ve tried to throw you off, directing your punches and hits to the side, but never attacking back much to your surprise

<3 Kaito wasn’t at all unharmed by it, scratches, hand prints, you could even see a bruise blossoming on his cheek. But he sure had endurance. Regardless of how much you fought him he never fell.

<3 You started to yell, scream at him to let you go as you clawed into his skin and shoved him aside, but he only grabbed you to bring you down with him. 

<3 Kaito had prepared for you to fight. But he had experienced much worse than anything you could ever give. He’d never hurt you, he’d let you beat him up as much as you pleased if that’s what you truly wanted.

<3 He waited until you tired yourself out, your punches growing more and more softened. 

<3 “You done, doll? Got all of it out of your system?"

<3 You threw another punch, rage compensating for your lack of energy. 

<3 Kaito only laid back to take it, moving his arms to wrap around your waist, something you were too tired to fight back against. Right when you were too worn out, you felt a sharp needle against your arm, and you fell asleep on his chest.

[mega-punani]

Was doing some research on selkies (wasn’t much to work with), but I found a story of a guy called Neil Mac Coddrum with a selkie wife.

In the end, the mom went back to the ocean. Neil is sad, but his kids stayed so he wouldn’t be lonely. Except nights when their mom’s song called them to come to her & swim through the waves. Sort of like greeting song for them.

Sooo, that gave me the idea of selkie mc writing Greeting songs for each of them, but ended up not showing it to them out of embarrassment. But eventually gave it to them in private on their birthdays.

-Selkie anon

Crying, sobbing, biting the blanket, and climbing the walls. Thas so fucking wholesome Selkie anon-

Greeting Song from Selkie Y/N:

Sans: Bro is tapping his foot to the beat all with a s soft grin on his face. He would never have guessed that someone would ever write a song for him and now, he's kinda hooked.

Papyrus: He'll give you the brightest grin and the deepest hug for your wonderful gift. How talented and amazing of you to go out of your way to bless him with such an amazing song! He'll be humming it for days, so much so the crew gets sick of it.

Blue: Will actually sit still for once to listen. He's practically vibrating in his seat; he's so excited! Will start bragging on everyone that you made him a special song that no one else in the world has.

Stretch: Mans has the biggest, dopiest grin on his face as you show him the song you had made for him. Music is his love so seeing you giving him something so important makes him feel so warm and fuzzy. Expect one back!

Red: A song? For little old him? He's hammering away at the beat of the song, unknowingly thinking about it long after you had showed him. There's always gonna be a little pep in his step when he replays it in his head.

Edge: Bro is not used to such sweet gestures and will probably malfunction. Give him a moment to collect himself and he will be thanking you in his own, weird way.

Razz: OF COURSE YOU WOULD WRITE A SONG FOR HIM- HE'S FUCKING AMAZING. He'll be really fucking smug that you made him such a personalized gift. And even if Razz is not much of a music kind of guy, he is very grateful. He'll never tell you though...

Cash: Actually genuinely touched. He'll joke about it with you all while teasing you for doing something so embarrassing, but on the inside, he's rollin around. No one had every done something like that for him and he's so incredibly happy that he was at least able to experience that joy once.

Bear: For me🥹? Bro is flustered and acting all shy. Hell, you might as well straight-up propose cause Bear would do anything for you at this point. Will make you a delicious thank you meal and forgive you of all grievances you may have caused him.

Cinnamon: Literally his day can not get any better. He can't decide if he should start deflating from flattery or hugging you from how thankful he is. He'll cherish the song and you forever!