#eeeeep don't look at me

[umbralaether]

“How am I supposed to focus when you’re looking at me like that?” from random otp prompts list 👀

Do not perceive me okay suggestive content below

When the early morning sun shone through the window, Eisha woke to a room glittering with a new kind of beauty.

Reflecting against the walls, vibrant blue hues bounced and painted the pale walls like stained glass. A shirtless G'raha was seated with his back to her, leafing through several different tomes at the same time, completely enraptured in the text. She could not help but stare at the sight of him, how unique the crystal encasing his body was— though it was not translucent by any means, it refracted light just the same. It shimmered and gleamed around them, faint rainbows hidden within the blues, and she could not help but be reminded of the way light hit water.

It was mesmerizing.

She lay there as the sun rose further, watching as the light gleamed in deeper blues and splashed against the white pages of the tomes. Her mind wanders to touching that crystal, of running her hands along his frame and kissing where it met flesh and reveling in the blush left behind. Thoughts of running fingertips against every part of him that had been starved of touch ran rampant against her skull. Would he once again shiver in delight as she whispered sweet things against his love-bitten skin? A sight she was sure she'd never grow tired of. Oh the things I would do to witness that again…

He flicks an ear, then looks over his shoulder, "Well, how am I to focus if you're looking at me like that, hm?"

She's caught red handed but it only makes her grin devilishly, "I suppose you'll have to shift your focus, then."

She sits up and scoots forward to hug him from behind. Slowly, meticulously, she runs her hands down his chest, the smooth crystal just as warm as the rest of him, and carefully makes her way down along his hips and then along his inner thighs.

He shivers and it makes her grin victoriously.

"You're so beautiful, G'raha. I just can't help but stare at you." She murmurs against his back.

A small whine of protest when she pulls herself away. She leans back on her elbows, and he doesn't have to see her to know exactly how smug she looks.

He shuts the books in front of him, sliding them to the end of the bed to be forgotten, then turns and all but crashes his lips against hers. The intensity behind his kisses send sparks along her nerves, twinkling against her eyelids like the room around her. Each gasp of breath and drawn out moan she draws forth from him only ignites them further, and she thanks the Twelve and every other deity there is for keeping her alive long enough to experience a something she had long given up hope for.

A reunion, one that burns hotter than a forge.

[otomiyaa]

Wanderer x Ticklish Male!Reader

Romantic + 16. “I was trying to sleep!” Requested by @blobbirobbi for my 1K Followers Event🌻

So sweet and peaceful. It was only because you knew exactly where to spot your boyfriend that you managed to find him. Anyone else would just walk right past him.

There, up in the tree, you could see his hat sticking out just slightly, and a part of his foot as well, with his leg swinging back and forth. He was napping again!

Instead of climbing all the way up there to wake him, you used your anemo powers of your own to create a little ball of wind and air.

"Hehe," you giggled playfully. The ball of air twirled in your hand, and you used it to suck in some of the mess from the ground; such as acorns, leaves, sand, until you had a nice little dirty bullet to aim of a decent size.

"And, fire!" you chirped, sending it all the way up in a perfectly well-aimed curve ball. It disappeared out of sight, but you knew from the adorable sound that it hit him right in the face.

"URGh!" you could hear him yelp, and you grabbed your stomach and laughed.

"I was trying to sleep!" he yelled. Your boyfriend Scaramouche's angry face appeared up in the tree as he glared down at you, and you giggled to see his annoyed expression - in bad quality because he was up so high you could barely see him.

"I know! Which is why I did it! Come down, let's spar! It's too early to sleep," you told him.

"You think that's funny hmm?" he asked. You nodded.

"Yeah!" It was a surprising sight to see him get out of the tree, and he came levitating down, approaching you slowly but steadily. Oh. As he came closer and closer, you noted the vengeful look on his face.

"I repeat, you think its funny to wake me?" He definitely seemed more awake now.

"Uh yeah?" you said nervously, but you already started to walk. Like, walk fast.

"Oh you'll regret that boy," Scara said, and well yes, you started to run. And he flew even faster!

"Nohoo stay away! Don't you dare!" you warned, looking over your shoulder to see him chase after you.

"What, you woke me up to spar didn't you? Let's spar."

Eeeeep! He already held out his fingers and wiggled them at you.

"NO! I knohohow what you're gohohonna do- eeehehe!" you giggled nervously.

"Really? Do tell!" Good thing was that Scara was no longer tempted to have that boring afternoon nap again. Bad thing was that you were about to die laughing.

... was that a bad thing though?

"EEK!" you shrieked as you tripped over your feet. You fell down, and your fast and nimble boyfriend landed right on top of you. Sitting on you as if he was going to ride a horse, he kept you pinned down firmly. He dug his knees against you, both for more control and balance, and he tapped his fingers lightly against your sides.

"Gotcha. Any last words?" You could feel his fingers glide under your shirt and brush lightly against your bare sides. Oh god oh god you were in for it. You shook your head nervously and already giggled like a madman.

"Brihihing ihihit!" you laughed defiantly. You could hear him chuckle fondly.

"Alright then."

It wasn't the first time he tickled you. He tickled you many many times, and you were always pleased to return the favor. However in this position, face-down with him straddling you from behind, it looked like you weren't going anywhere and that tickling him back was only a distant dream, and not your reality.

"AAAHahaha! Nohoho dohohon't!" you squealed. You could feel him carefully push up your clothes further, his fingers digging eagerly into your sides, tummy and ribs as they climbed up.

He claimed all of your ticklish torso as his own territory and tickled you anywhere he could reach. Which was quite a lot, even in this position.

"That's for waking me," he said. You banged your fist against the groud and cackled shamefully.

"You weheheren't s-supposed to slahaha-sleep in the fihihirst plahahace!" you managed to say with difficulty. Your laughter really was all over the place, and so were your boyfriend's fingers.

"Really? Just because you're my boyfriend, you think you can determine my sleeping schedule? Well, happy to hear you love me that much. In that case, I'll determine when you're gonna laugh. How does that sound?"

It sounded crazy. Just because it was a lame thing to say, and also, you were already laughing!

You flailed your arms and managed to grab a handful of leaves from the forest floor. You threw it backwards and used some anemo strength for extra power. You knew it hit him in the face from the cute little growl he let out.

"You'll regret that!" he hissed, and you squeaked when he flipped you over on your back. With one hand he caught both your hands and pinned them above your head. With his free hand he tickled your armpits and ribs until you were screaming bloody murder.

"AHAHAAH! OKAha-okahahhaay I'm sohohorry! Wahahaha!"

He wasn't just giving you a random punishment. You could see from the smile on his face that he was really enjoying himself here.

"Sorry, what did you say?" he asked with a playful grin. He was even daydreaming! In the middle of his tickle attack on you!

"I'm sohohorry sweetieehehheheh! Ahhaha not thehehere!" you cackled when he tickled your underarm mercilessly. There was nothing you could do. The tickling took all of your strength, and that cute smile of his wasn't much help either.

"Promise you won't wake me up again?"

Well that was a hard one. "I cahahan't!" you laughed in all honesty. Scara seemed impressed by your truthful answer.

"Hmm okay. Do you accept then, that the next time you disturb my nap, I will tickle you twice as much?"

Gladly. "Suhuhure! Wahahahah- nohohow lehehet me breheheathe!"

At last his speedy fingers came to a stop, and you gasped for air. Scaramouche smiled gently and cupped your cheek.

"Good. Then for now, I forgive you." He gave you the sweetest kiss, and you closed your eyes and relaxed underneath him. Ah, he was the most dramatic and merciless boyfriend ever. But he was your boyfriend, and you loved him, no matter what silly things he would do.

"Well, now that we did that. I should go back to sleep." To your horror he suddenly flew back into the air, up into the trees again.

"Hey! Where are you going- don't you dare!" You ran after him and could swear you saw a playful smile on his face right before he disappeared between the leaves. Oh that little...

Well, if he was trying to tease and provoke you.... You rolled up your sleeves and wiggled your fingers. Maybe you should see how those rusty tickle skills of your own were doing then!

[buckymorelikefuckme]

how to marry a millionaire | chapter one

mafia bucky x spoiled brat reader

words: 3k

warnings: sexual language, no smut (yet hehe)

a/n: eeeeep!!! i'm so excited for this fic, y'all have no idea omg. with that said, though, i don't have a posting schedule for this, so pls be patient with me while i write it and post chapters whenever i can ♡ any and all mistakes are mine. feedback is encouraged & appreciated! xoxo

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This club is doing absolutely nothing to lift your spirits. Honestly, you hadn't had high hopes that it would when you'd decided to come earlier in the evening, but you were fucking bored sitting at home all alone and feeling sorry for yourself. After all, pity parties are much more enjoyable when you have at least one other person to share the pity with. Instead of bitching to someone else, though, you sought to drown your sorrows in Amaretto Sours and loud music.

You sigh heavily, swirling your straw in slow circles in your drink as the news you received that morning paraded in the forefront of your mind.

Henry Spofford III, your most recent sugar daddy, died in his sleep at the ripe age of 88. He'd been in excellent health, mostly because the best doctors and healthcare money could buy were at his disposal—which had been the deciding point in you coming to an agreement with the old bastard—so to hear of his passing had come as a shock. Your lip curls in annoyance when you recall the conversation you'd had with his lawyer over the phone.

“Henry died in the early hours of the morning,” he said in lieu of a greeting when you accepted the call. “I'm sure this is hard for you, and I'm very sorry for your loss.”

“I—what?” you stammered, coming to a standstill in your massive closet where you'd been trying to pick out an outfit for the day.

“I regret to inform you that, while Mr. Spofford had intentions of including you in his will, his untimely passing prevented him from doing so.”

You suddenly felt like the room was spinning, taking staggering steps over to the chaise in front of the floor to ceiling windows that overlook Central Park. Before you had a chance to utter a response, he continued.

“As you are aware, Mr. Spofford paid the lease on your penthouse for the year. Since we're approaching August, you have five months left until the lease is up for renewal. Obviously, what you choose to do then is entirely your business, but you will no longer have his money to support you.”

“Right,” you replied faintly, bringing your clammy palm up to your forehead, feeling a migraine coming on. “Of course.”

“I'm sorry for your loss,” he repeated, and you were pretty sure he wasn't talking about just Henry.

You drain the last of your drink, slamming the empty glass on the bar probably a little too forcefully. What a fucking joke. You knew you shouldn't have gotten into that relationship. Not that there was anything romantic about it, not for you.

“Another?” the bartender asks, raising his voice to be heard over the music, nodding to your glass.

“Keep them coming,” you instruct.

See, the thing is, Henry dying is terribly inconvenient. He was the wealthiest sugar daddy you'd had so far and was so easy to manipulate into giving you whatever you wanted. You'd had your eye on a brand new Bentley Continental GT and were so close to convincing Henry to get it for you. Looks like that will have to wait a little while now.

God, why was the universe so cruel to you?

A fresh drink was placed in front of you and you grabbed it, taking a long sip without thanking the bartender.

This puts you back at square one. Searching for replacements always made you cranky. You'd have to kiss so much ass to find somebody as rich as Henry, and you were already dreading it.

“You are much too pretty to be pouting like that.”

You don’t try to hide your eye roll. “How original,” you drone, not even looking beside you where the voice came from.

The man laughs. “Oh, this one has bite,” he muses.

You look heavenward for patience. “Listen, unless you have obscene amounts of money to support my truly heinous shopping habits, I’m not interested. Fuck off.”

“Would a Birkin get you to actually look me in the eye?” he asks.

With an aggrieved sigh, you let your gaze fall to the man occupying the seat to your left. And then you promptly feel your thighs clench involuntarily.

Holy fucking shit this guy is gorgeous. Dark hair styled expertly, stubble across his sharp jaw lightly peppered with gray, light blue eyes dancing in amusement. He's leaning casually against the bar, his arm resting on top of it, dressed in an admittedly expensive looking suit, no doubt tailored to his exact measurements. Your eyes catch on the watch on his wrist and you nearly moan. You know a sixty thousand dollar watch when you see one. Perhaps you were too hasty in blaming the universe for your misfortunes.

Interest sufficiently piqued, you shift slightly to face him a bit more. His lips quirk up on one side.

“I don't want just any Birkin that every other basic bitch has. I want the diamond encrusted crocodile one,” you say, tilting your head and smiling sweetly.

“A woman with taste,” he praises, smirking.

“Clearly,” you acknowledge as you raise a challenging brow.

He laughs again, his eyes crinkling on the sides. It makes him look charming, but if there is anything in your years of being a sugar baby has taught you, it's how to read people. This man reeks of power, and not in a typical CEO or old money way. Even the way he's sitting screams easy confidence. He’s oozing danger and normally you would take that red flag for what it is, but you're just tipsy enough to ignore it.

You rise from your barstool, smoothing out your dress and fluffing your hair. He watches your every move with extreme focus. Thank god you picked a curve-hugging dress that showed off your body.

“I expect my Birkin within the next two days,” you inform him, blowing a kiss as you turn and walk away.

A man like that will know how to find you. Call it a gut feeling. You knew, one way or another, he'd come across your path again. Whether or not he would have the promised bag remains to be seen, however.

~

You're returning home from some retail therapy. As much as you absolutely adore spending money, especially when it's someone else's, you weren't completely irresponsible with it. You always saved at least half of whatever Henry gave you in a separate bank account from the one he'd wire your allowance to. So, with a fat chunk of change collecting dust in the aforementioned account, you figured you deserved to treat yourself to some goodies after the previous harrowing day you had.

“Hi, Walter,” you greet as you enter your building with arms laden in various shopping bags.

“Good afternoon, miss,” the doorman returns with a pleasant smile. “I believe your friend stopped by while you were gone.”

You pause, frowning. “My friend?” you ask.

He nods. “Yes. Tall, dark hair, blue eyes.”

“Oh.” A smile tickles your lips. “Is he still here?”

“No ma'am. He said he only wanted to drop off some things for you.”

You're practically vibrating in your skin. “Are they up front?”

“He said he had a key,” Walter replies with a knowing grin. “Finally settling down, miss?”

A key? That has your smile faltering, makes something unsure twist in your stomach. But as soon as the feeling appears, your mind recalls that Walter said he’d dropped off things, as in plural, and just like that, you dismiss whatever uneasiness that tried to make itself known within you.

“Thank you, Walt,” you say sincerely.

You quickly make your way to the elevators, impatiently pressing the button for one of them to open. It only takes a few seconds and then you're ascending to the top floor where the penthouses reside. There's only two, and you have the one with the better view, because fucking duh.

You dart out of the doors before they're even opened all the way, jostling your shopping bags in the process. You huff, adjusting your grip on them as you make a beeline for your apartment. It's a struggle to dig your keys out of your purse and unlock your door, but you eventually do and hurry inside, carelessly dropping your shopping bags in the entryway and kicking off your heels. Rounding the corner, you stop in your tracks once you see the display in your living room.

“Fuck,” you whisper, heart hammering.

Not only do you spot the beloved Hermès logo on a tan velour dust bag in the center of it all, but there are also Dior boxes, and Chanel, Prada, Givenchy—there are so many brands in front of you, and the sheer amount has your panties growing damp. You bite your lip to keep from making an embarrassing sound.

Your hands shake when you pick up the Hermès dust bag, slowly opening it and taking a peek inside.

“Oh my god,” you whine upon seeing the specific diamond encrusted crocodile Birkin you asked for.

You have no fucking clue how he managed to actually snag one of these. Not only are they one of the most expensive designs, but they're fucking rare and hard as shit to find. God, he really must have so much fucking money and connections to have acquired it in less than a day. You've hit the goddamn jackpot.

The next thing you reach for is the small Tiffany & Co. box, opening it to reveal the Victoria Vine drop necklace that you know is at least twenty thousand dollars. After that, you're like a kid on Christmas morning, and soon you're sitting on the floor in a sea of empty boxes, bags, and tissue paper, the smell of luxurious leather filling the air. Your earlier purchases are all but forgotten on the entryway floor at this point. Glittering jewelry and clothes and perfume and so much more all around you. You could weep, honestly.

There was an envelope resting on top of one of the boxes that you had ignored in favor of finding out what the contents were within. Now that there's nothing left to open, however, you finally rip it open to pull out the card. Jesus, even this fucking stationary smells luxurious.

In scratchy handwriting, the card reads: Have I passed your test?

An address is listed, followed by, 8pm. Don't be late. -JBB

You run your fingers over his signature, suddenly realizing you don't even know this man’s name, or anything about him for that matter, other than he's ridiculously wealthy and even more ridiculously handsome. But you're much too intrigued by him to pretend like you have to think about whether or not you’re going.

Checking the time, you curse under your breath when you see you only have four hours to get ready. You already have an outfit in mind, and you smile smugly to yourself as you undress and step under the warm water. He's not gonna know what hit him.

If you take an extra ten minutes to use the showerhead to get off, no one else is around to know.

~

Whoever this man was, he was doing everything possible to show off his wealth. You'd just been putting on your finishing touches to your makeup when you'd gotten a call from the concierge downstairs saying a car had arrived to pick you up.

When you stepped outside and saw the black SUV, an Escalade to be sure, you had to tamp down the excited thrill that wanted to rush through you. The driver was waiting by the back door with his hands clasped behind his back, dressed in an all black suit and tie. He'd greeted you with a polite nod and opened the door for you to slide into the backseat.

Now, as you’re driven through the bustling streets of the Upper East Side, you allow yourself a moment to appreciate the car. You’ll always love the feel of buttery smooth leather against your bare legs.

A gratified smile toys at the edges of your lips. You've had a taste of what this man can offer and you'd be damned if you let him slip away. You will make sure he's wrapped around your pinky finger before the night is over.

Fifteen minutes later, you arrive at your destination. While the driver is making his way around to let you out, you check your reflection in your small compact mirror and quickly put it back in your gold clutch. As you step out of the car you gain the attention of a few passers-by. Honestly, you’d expect nothing less. You know you look like sex on legs.

You're wearing a cream colored dress that has a high neck, but the back dips low, resting right above your ass, and the hem is more on the indecent side. For your hair you'd gone for a very 90s Pam Anderson updo, looking both effortless and sexy. You kept your makeup simple yet sultry and your jewelry is tasteful, a few dainty gold bands on your fingers and some teardrop diamond earrings.

The stars of the outfit, though, are the Kate Strass Louboutins he'd gifted you. The way they sparkle makes it hard for you to keep your eyes ahead of you because you just want to stare at them. These aren't your first pair of red bottoms, and you're positive they're far from the last, but they are your new favorites.

Upon entering the restaurant, you immediately notice how quiet it is. A peek into the dining area explains why. It's empty, from what you can see. You huff a quiet laugh. Oh, he’s trying hard.

The hostess rounds the corner and greets you with a smile. “Good evening, Miss. Mr. Barnes is waiting at his table for you. Follow me.”

Barnes. Now you're getting somewhere.

You walk behind the hostess quietly as she leads you to a table where a lone man waits patiently. He's wearing another form fitting suit, all black and incredibly sexy, and the same watch from the first time you saw him is glinting on his wrist in the low light of the room. He stands as you approach, coming around to pull your chair out for you with a small smile.

“Your waiter will be with you shortly,” the hostess says as you sit down and Mr. Barnes returns to his own seat.

As she walks away, he relaxes back in his chair, crossing one of his legs over the other as he takes you in. “You look stunning.”

“I know,” you reply, smiling when he laughs. “Thank you.”

“I'm surprised you're not using your new Birkin,” he replies.

“That's not a date bag, silly,” you inform him playfully.

He grins. “My apologies. I do see that you're wearing the shoes, though.”

“I am,” you confirm, delicately sticking one foot out to admire the sparkling heels. “I can't stop staring at them,” you sigh wistfully.

“I'm happy to see you like them.”

You hum and return your gaze to his. He’s staring intensely, his blue eyes calculating.

“Do I get to know your name now?” he asks.

You smirk. “Are you pretending you don't already know it?”

His lips quirk up on one side. “Yes,” he decides.

You roll your eyes. “I think you should tell me your name.”

“You don't like the mystery?” he wonders, tilting his head.

“Something tells me you'll want me to know for later,” you tease coyly.

He laughs. “Touché.” Sitting up straighter, he leans in. “My name is James Barnes.”

Your brain perks up, trying to recall where you've heard that name before. You know you have, but honestly, it's hard to keep up with who's relevant in Manhattan anymore these days.

“It's a pleasure to officially meet you, Mr. Barnes,” you purr.

“Believe me, the pleasure is all mine.”

You grin. This should be fun.

James lifts a hand, beckoning someone. The waiter rushes over, introducing himself and asking what you'd like to drink.

“We’ll have the Montrachet Grand Cru,” James replies without even looking at a menu.

“Very good, sir. I’ll be right back with that.”

After the waiter leaves, you cross your arms and rest them atop the crisp, white tablecloth. James matches your stance.

“So,” you begin, a slow grin etching across your lips, “how much did it cost you to rent out the whole place?”

“Why would it cost me anything to rent out my own restaurant?” he asks in mock curiosity.

Your eyebrows raise ever so slightly. His restaurant? Impressive. That still doesn't explain the absurd amount of money he spent on those gifts, though.

“You won't lose profit closing it like this?” you prod.

With a secretive smile, he explains, “I have my hand in quite a few… business endeavors.”

“I see,” you respond.

You have a feeling his other so-called “business endeavors” aren't quite as legal or upstanding as a high dollar restaurant. It should send off more warning bells in your mind, but it only proves to further pique your interest.

“Besides,” he continues, “shouldn't a spoiled princess like you get the royal treatment?”

A surprised laugh escapes you. “Spoiled princess?” you repeat.

“Don't act like you're not,” he says with a knowing grin.

“You say it like it's a bad thing,” you reply.

“Oh, on the contrary, I love it.” His smile turns sly. “I love when a woman knows exactly what she wants, and how to get it.”

You lick your lips, noting how his eyes drop and follow the movement. “Well, it's a good thing I do then, huh?” you say quietly. “I've got my sights set on something big, too.”

“Bigger than you think,” he smirks.

You roll your eyes with a laugh. “God. I guess I set myself up for that.”

He leans back, elbows on the arms of his chair and rubbing at his bottom lip. “I've got my sights set on something, too,” he tells you, voice low and contemplative.

A pleased thrill hums throughout you. This man is the whole package. Everything you could ever dream of wanting in a man, conveniently wrapped up in a perfect, little bow is sitting right in front of you. Handsome, funny, and most important of all, filthy fucking rich.

You're gonna sink your claws into him and never let go.

[missamyrisa2]

Tickle mama sayings~<3

Life's not fair, sometimes you get tickled

Aww, my sweet ticklebug

Mmmh-mmmh nuh-uh, not yet~

Tickle tickle, cutie

Oh no, oh yes~

Okay okay okay okay? Okayy~ Yeahhhh~!

What is it sweet girl?

It's gonna get you, and it's gonna tickle, and you are adorable and the cutest thing ever

Look at you~!

I could tease you for just ~ hours and hours~ alll day

When I get my hands on you I'll never leave you alone

Coochie coo, cutie!

Gonna gitcha!

I just wanna tease you. Pin you down... and give you all the love and attention you deserve~

Ohhh MY gosh

My darling sweetheart ~ you keep showing me that tummy and you're just gonna get tickled until you can't speak

Aww you just can't help it can you?

My sweet sweet tickle boy

Okay I don't know whether to tease you or tickle you or edge you

You can't escape this, precious

All for you my sweet one

Now hush~

(actual utterances from my tickle mama and there's more but eeeeep~)

[episims]

"...Oh."

"But it's just temporary! We don't need to break up because of it. I'll just live a bit further away for, uh, a while."

"...You promise? Because, um... I-I wouldn't know what to do..."

"I promise, Ellie. I don't really want to do it, but mom told me having graduated makes it much easier to have a career in politics, so..."

"Couldn't you... have some other career?"

"I guess? But there are all these things that could be improved, like local services, and chances to have hobbies or study, and supernatural equality. I have so many ideas! If I go to politics and just get people to see how much better this stuff could be, I'm sure that many would agree with me!"

"..."

"Perhaps one day I'll even be as successful as mom is. Wouldn't you like that?"

"...Maybe? I-if we can have a family, too..."

"Absolutely! I've always dreamed of having a big one. Moms had us too, even if they both work hard."

*giggles* "Imagine how our children will look-"

"-eeeeep!!"

[zenaidamacrouras1]

EEEeep! So growing up my favorite uncle was my Great Uncle Charlie who lived in the "BIG CITY" (it was not a big city) with my Uncle Donny and they had a big house and sold antiques so it was full of wondrous things, including a bathroom with 3 chandeliers, and they had an in ground pool with cupid fountains spitting water and a whole room just full of crystal animal sculptures on lighted shelves with Victorian fainting couches. They had two Jaguar cars and they always made us go look at them when we visited and I liked the little cats on them.

Uncle Charlie was a WWII Vet, the son of German immigrant farmers, who was so poor in the Great Depression they all had to go live on different farms. His dad died in the 70s and never had electricity or a phone.

Uncle Charlie was tall and regal and handsome and suave. Uncle Donny was handsome in a mischievous roly-poly way and always laughing and pinching people on the butt. They had big parties all the time we sometimes got invites too and very pretty men would teasingly flirt with me.

Uncle Charlie and Uncle Donny would send us each (4 siblings!!) $100 bills for Christmas, which I am pretty sure my mom used to buy groceries.

ANYWAY, I don't know what I thought their relationship was, but I knew they weren't brothers and I just literally never had a thought about it? Until ONE DAY when I was in my early teens we were visiting the family cemetery for a funeral and I said, "Why do Uncle Charlie and Uncle Donny have their names on the same tombstone?"

And my brother was like..."You know because they're, like...not actually brothers....they're like....married or something."

And I was like..."OHhhhhHhHhhh, I think that's called gayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy------______........"

Anyway. I think it's a real important thing for kids to know queer people exist, for a lot of reasons, but also because kids can be clueless and it's embarrassing to have your grandmother be outted by a parrot because everyone just thought you'd figure it out on your own realize very loudly at a funeral that your uncles are gay and so in love they wanted to be buried together so planned it decades in advance.

Yall wanna hear a kinda funny, kinda sad story about my grandmother and hetero-normativity?

Ok, so... when my grandmother was in her 50s (I was an infant), she met a woman at the Unitarian Church. And, as can happen when you meet your soul mate, this event made it impossible for her to deny parts of herself that she had fiercely hidden her whole life.

All the drama- their affair being found out, the divorce with my grandfather, the court battle over who got the house, happened while I was a baby. Even in my earliest memories, it's just Mama Jo and Oma, and my grandfather lived elsewhere (first his own apartment, then a nursing home, then with us.)

But here's the thing- no one ever explained any of this to me. No one ever sat down and was like "hey, Rosie, so do you know what a lesbian is?" It was the 90s. It was Texas. I think my mom was still kinda processing all this, and just assumed that like... I was gonna figure it out. Don't mention it, let it just be normal. Like I think my mom thought that if she explained the situation, she would be making it weird? I dunno.

But like. In the 90s, in all the movies I had seen and books I had read, do you know how many same sex couples I had seen? Like. 0. Do you know how many "platonic best friend/roommates" I had seen? A lot. I had no context, is what I'm saying.

I literally thought this was a Golden Girls, roommates, besties situation until I was like...I dunno, 11? 12?

It was actually their parrot, an African Grey named Spike, imitating my grandmothers voice saying "Johanna, honey, it's getting late", that triggered the MIND BLOWN moment as I realized that *there's only one master bedroom and it only has 1 waterbed* when all the pieces finally clicked.

Anyway. I think it's a real important thing for kids to know queer people exist, for a lot of reasons, but also because kids can be clueless and it's embarrassing to have your grandmother be outted by a parrot because everyone just thought you'd figure it out on your own.

Anyway, here is my grandma and her wife, my Oma, after they moved to Albuquerque to be artsy gay cowboys and live their best life. They helped run a "Lesbian Dude Ranch" out there (basically just with funding and financial support. As Oma has explained "traditionally, most lesbians don't have a lot of money" so they wrote the checks and let the younger ladies actually run the ranch.)

[alltimefail-sims]

hi c: i just wanted to drop by and said that your strangerville series look amazing ! i've been compelled since i read the synopsis and i can't wait to dive deeper into the lore. i always been a fan of strangetown and strangerville 😖 i don't why it is so underrated, but alas ! thank you so much for coming up with this story and please keep up the good work 🥺 i will always be there to support it xoxo

p.s. i'm in love with zoe... if you couldn't tell

Hi!! Omg you're so sweet... thank you so much for stopping in to tell me that, I really can't even put into words how much that means to me!! ❤️ I've always been a huuuuuuge fan of Strangerville and TS2 Strangetown as well and because my story pulls influence from the vibe and lore of both those worlds it has been a labor of love haha! The encouragement makes it so worth it though; it's scary to put a story that you love out into the world while managing the fear of people possibly not even caring about it...so getting a message like this is so reassuring!

Eeeeep ZOE!!! She's my girl, I love her too she's my favorite of the whole gang. I hope you continue to love her as you learn more about her in the future 🥰. The story obviously centers around her, so I think all the Zoe fans will be fed well haha!! Thank you for this message, it made my day! Xoxoxo right back atcha!!!

[dylshoney]

so harrison  osterfield is in croatia and had breakfast at one of my fav places i -

[btscontentenjoyer]

There is such a specific feeling that comes with reading any part of 3tan that I don't think I could ever fully explain.

But I think it's kind of like this part. Like getting together with people you care so much about on a nice summer day. People who you've seen and supported through their worst and vice versa. The 3tan couple feel to me like my best friends who I'm always rooting for because they make me believe in love and that there's someone out there who's exactly right for each of us. Rereading parts of this series feels like recalling stories that never get old or looking back on fond and special memories with friends. It's just such a genuine comfort and each character is so well-established that every time I laugh at their antics it feels like I've known them my whole life.

That being said, I was feeling this so much in this part, feeling like I was there, that the notes I took are mostly just reactions and exclamations lmao. But I feel like they illustrate my point quite well, so here they are.

"Prepared, you bring your weapon of choice to the door: a spoon, slathered with delicious batter, and your tongue in just a second." Lmaooo my eyebrows actually raised when I read that. I always love when OC gets like that but I feel like it also always backfires because Yoongi manages to be the bigger menace somehow.

"A hat, a tank, and the jewelry you love to hate." 😫😫😫

"Except now, your sundress is a lot more revealing than the last. And it’s very obviously covering your two-piece, a new one that you’re only confident enough to wear because of the man standing at the door." Double 😫😫😫. Hottest couple in the world award absolutely goes to them. Maybe fate made them have to hide their relationship for a while because the world is not ready to witness them in all of their glory yet. I know I'm not, and yet I want it so bad 😔😔😔

"But based on all the talk you keep hearing, it seems like the week was long for everyone, so you can deal with the labor if it makes them feel better. With a soft huff, you think that even you yourself can benefit from your cooking at this point." Pls OC is so sweet 🥺🥺🥺

"You can’t let something like that get to you, especially given all the ways Yoongi’s proven himself." So so nice to see OC remind herself of this, the way her mindset is changing is truly awe inspiring.

"If your brother is paying for your groceries, his best friend is paying for your hospital bills." Lmaoooo he really should. What a damn menace!

“Go outside,” Reia gently interrupts while Yuri chuckles. “Tell us what you’re making and we’ll do it.” Cute cute cute.

"Completely missing both rolls of paper towels on the table by the grill." Pffffft. He is so!!!!!

“Both of you deserve to be happy,” she finally says, and you feel a slight pang in your chest. “Out of all the people I know, I’ve always wished good for you two the most.” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

"Shiv is unwavering. “Yeah! Isn’t it heavy?” Shiiiiiv. I love Shiv! But also he's wasting his time on OC because she is way too whipped for a certain someone lmaooo.

“Tae! Wait, you brought”—a squeal flings out of your mouth when you spot Yeontan, arguably your favorite among the two partygoers—“My baby!” Eeeeep the star of this chapter!!!!

“He almost kissed me.” There's something so special about the fact that OC can share these things with at least one person. Because I could totally see how all of this would be overwhelming, I don't know how she's able to keep quiet about it. But Tae really is such a good friend and I'm so glad she has him 🥺

"Even though you’re having a wonderful time, you knew that something was missing. But why does that something have to be in reach and unreachable? Why does having him closer hurt worse?" 😭😭😭😭😭

“This fucking dress,” he rumbles low, fisting a bunch in one of his hands before pressing it to your hip. “Fuck this bet, I’d take you right now if you let me.” Brooooooo. I have no words lmao just 😳😳😳

“Dude. Your back looks fucked.” Aaaaah the line!!!!! I love it when they're put in these situations lmao. It's kinda funny watching them scramble for excuses and get all flustered. It's not as funny thinking about the inevitable confrontation when bro actually finds out one day though. I'm actually surprisingly excited about that, even though I feel like there will definitely be some angst before things get better.

"There was a night where you think you went too hard. But that was after a long ass day, and you knew the two of you didn’t have enough time." 😳😳😳

“And what’s her at.” Fr lmaooo, that's a fair question.

"One day, one day, one day soon, maybe that can happen in this universe, too." Yes, it will happen, it has to 🥺

"You bolt back home, wings flapping in your chest when he drops the backpack and crushes your little hop in one last hug. His grin makes this kiss one of the ones you’ll remember forever, and you wanna etch the way his damp hair feels in your fingers right alongside it." 'bolt back home'... home only referring to the house or to Yoongi too 🥺🥺🥺

“I’m gonna keep wearing them until you pick.” Love love love when OC is like this! I just love seeing them teasing each other and being happy, I hope soon they can do it freely too.

“Okay, well your name is Shimmy right now so do that. In more.” Aaah I saw all the asks talking about Dom and Shiv and I totally agree that it would be a cute dynamic.

"He did love holding the camera back then." I really want to know more about OC and Jungkook's history and I'm sure we'll get to at some point. I need to know all of the reasons behind their break up so that I know whether to keep being endeared by him or not lmaooo.

"Fuck, is that a lollipop?" 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴

"jackson trash [12:51am]: Made it home. I don’t know how I ever stayed out so late, y’all, I am tired! This is ridiculous." Lmaoooo I can't with their screen names.

"The second thought is one you can’t fully explain, but your heart is definitely warmer. It’s almost fact that you can’t be any safer than this." Aaaw I feel the same way after reading this.

"Rinsing soap from your sunkissed arms, you wonder what would happen if that wasn’t the case anymore. If Yoongi could spend more nights here, too, filling a void that has been looming over these walls ever since…" Man, OC and bro really must have gone through a lot huh 😔😔😔 No wonder he's so protective of her.

"Yoongi [2:37am]: You up?" Hehehe I saw that 3tan lollipop is already in your plans and I completely support it of course.

Gosh this was just... it seriously just made me smile the whole time I was reading it. I love all of these characters, I love that each of them has a unique and individual personality and I loved seeing them all together like this and having so much fun. I feel like the next part of the main story line will be a bit more serious, so a light chapter like this full of teasing seems just right.

summer bbq (3tan) | myg

title: summer bbq  pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f)  series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that | anytime | sundress season | yoongi’s interlude | forfeit | flutter | video call  rating/genre: pg13 (18+) ; angst , fluff ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: the summer cookout at your place is fun as hell despite the way you have to avoid yoongi looking like sin incarnate. but when he gets asked an unavoidable question, you suddenly feel exposed. and very, very cold.  note: this is a drabble for the three tangerines series! undisclosed whether it’s in the main storyline or not, so it’s a standalone for now. also, this is for the person that sent the first bbq message, the people that also wanted this drabble, 🍰 anon for the belated bday gift, and everyone else that is looking forward to anything 3tan! thank you for digging me out of a creative slump and rejuvenating my spirit fr<3  note 2: i have what you call a… proposition for y’all. at the end. ehehehehe see you on the other side!  warnings: …this yoongi is just unfair🥴🥴, language, alcohol consumption, house parties, uhhh some food play sdkjlf, uhhhh lollipops lol, jimin is a little shit, but so is yoongi!!, body worship lmfao, tense situations, angst :((, kissing as a warning uh huh, kitchen as a warning you know how it is, chains :))))), yoongi in a tank, yoongi on the phone lmfao, wet yoongi l o l, just all the yoongi’s i fear, shiv raises some brows..?, there’s some rly cute moments in this :’)), despite all the menace-ry loll drop date: march 27th, 2023, 12:30am est word count: 9.6k💀💀💀

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[lokislittlesigyn]

eeeeep i have one little prompt thingy,, you can make it more than theee sentences bc i feel like this one is short but not short enough for three sentences

loki hurt his right hand so he can’t shave and asks reader to do it, bc of the closeness of it all all loki wants is to kiss reader but he has to wait till they’re done,, and when they’re finally done and his face is all smooth again he just jumps on reader with kisses, a heavy make out session following :p

((All righty I'm not certain if Loki's right-handed, so we're going to leave it a bit ambiguous truth be told, i don't trust the mcu to be consistent with such a detail given... *gestures vaguely to canon*

I shall also leave the heaviness of the given makeout session up to your, dear reader’s, imagination /lh

also marvel has never really answered the question of “can Loki grow facial hair?” In the mcu, but he’s sported some scruff in the comics so let’s assume, at least in this fic, he can. remember, canon is what we make of it. ;3

Final note: this really is more of a mini-fic than a drabble, but. No big warnings. Just fluff. There is a razor as there's shaving involved, but I made a point to leave it in the "background" so to speak, and there is no injury, not even accidental... as someone who's sensitive about that, i really tried to focus on the task at hand and not the tool ... if you catch my meaning.

Thanks for the prompt, anon! :3c))

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“I hate to ask…”

You looked up from your work. Raised your brow.

Before you stood Loki. Not exactly an odd happening - no, you saw him often (though not nearly as much as you would like, given your fondness had only grown since your relationship started) - so seeing him wasn’t odd. It was actually quite familiar, as familiar as your favorite pillow on the couch, or the half-wilted plant on the windowsill, or the crooked floorboard in the entryway of your apartment. It wasn’t even odd for him to wear the expression he was currently: lips slightly pursed, brows raised in an almost puppy-dog look. He had definitely used that look on his mother.

Maybe his father.

Maybe others too.

Loki knew how to… Persuade people. What was far less familiar, however, was the fact he seemed… nervous? Loki was an intensely emotional being, but he rarely showed nervousness - not in ways others would pick up, anyway.

You had learned his mannerisms, how he’d shift his weight, how he’d pick at his fingernails— wait. Your eyes widened, gaze settling on his hand - it was wrapped in a bandage. Definitely not familiar.

“Loki, what happened to your hand?”

He sighed, lowered his head a bit and looked very plainly at you. “It’s injured.”

“I guessed that! How did you- I thought you were indestructible? I’ve seen you thrown from moving vehicles without a scratch!” Pushing your laptop aside, you stood and reached for his hand. He flinched.

“How it happened is unimportant.”

”Come on, at least let me see it.”

”No.”

”You won’t even let me look?”

”No,” Loki huffed through his lips, “It.. It’s simply a bit injured, thus I cannot perform seidr very well - this is my dominant hand, you see.” He held it up. “Rather unlucky.”

”I’d say..” You sighed, frowning slightly. “Well, what did you need?”

”Ah… Your.. Assistance.”

”You need my help?”

”Assistance.”

”You need help.”

”All right, I need help. I cannot.. Shave properly without this hand, and frankly, I need to.” Sure enough, scruff darkened his face, more than a 5 o’clock shadow but less than a proper beard. Still, it was the first you’d seen him like this.

”… Oh.” You pursed your lips. “So.. you want me to help you shave?”

”If you would be so kind.” Loki shifted his weight again, looking away - you caught a glimpse of embarrassment in his eyes.

“Hey, it’s not a problem.. Let’s go.”

You went to the bathroom. Soon you had him sitting in front of the mirror, tools laid out on the counter. You tied his hair back from his face. “You know, I never thought you’d ask for help with something like this..” Loki looked at you. You continued, “I know, it’s hard for you. But I’m proud of you. Really.” He muttered something that sounded vaguely like a thank you. You smirked, grabbing a wash cloth and gently cleaning his face - with closed eyes, he looked serene, if not for the slight scowl cemented in his features. Ah well.

You then set to applying the shaving cream before grabbing the razor, and paused. You’d shaved your own body before, of course - but someone else’s?

“… I’ll be gentle, okay?” You said, and it came out far less reassuring than you’d hoped.

Loki glanced at you, then trained his eyes at the mirror yet again. “Mmh.”

Slowly, you slid the blade along his face, taking care to not nick the skin. Loki kept his eyes closed at first, but gradually opened them, watching your handiwork. You guessed he may have trust issues when it came to others putting sharp things around his face (then again, you might struggle with that too), or perhaps he was just curious.

You leaned in, shaving around his lips.

Leaned back to rinse the razor, then returned- he was closer. You paused. Looked into his eyes. He was staring at you, head slightly tilted, looking far better than anyone should mid-shave.

How did he even manage that? “D.. Do you need something?” You raised your brows.

He averted his eyes. “Nothing.”

Odd. You furrowed your brow, then set to shaving gingerly around his mouth, trying not to get distracted by how pretty those lips were, or how warm your face felt, even as you wiped away some shaving cream with your thumb. Afterward you rinsed off his face, then reached for a moisturizer.

“Do you want me to..?” You looked at him.

“Ah… I can manage,” Loki smiled, using his non-dominant hand to spread it on.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, it’s fine.” “But-” “Darling, it’s fine.” He rinsed his hand, then looked at you. “Why don’t we.. Hmm. Come here.”

“What-” Your breath caught in your throat as you were lifted, carried out of the bathroom and to the couch, finding yourself on your back, the god of mischief above you. He was soon leaning over you, freshly-shaven face nuzzling your own. He smelled wonderfully fresh and just a twinge sweet.

“Ohh, I should’ve known…” You giggled, wrinkling your nose as Loki’s breath tickled your neck, gentle little kisses peppered across your skin.

“Known what?” A nip.

You gasped, laughing again. “That you would’ve done- done this!”

“Done what? You were the one tempting me, inching ever closer - what do you mean by it, mortal? To seduce me?”

“I was helping you shave!” You let out a guffaw, gently shoving his chest. “You asked me to.”

A smile spread across his lips, and a soft look filled his gaze. “And I thank you for it. You’re a marvelous helper.” “You think so?” “Oh, I know so. Would you like me to prove it?”

“How-” You were silenced with a kiss. “Mm.. Again, should’ve known.”

“Well, perhaps you’ll remember for the next time you help me?”

“Help? Again? When this is how you treat me?”

“Come now, you love it.” Loki grinned.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Maybe I do.. Or maybe I just love you.” He snorted, quipping “Such a romantic…” but a gentle smirk betrayed him. “Perhaps I love you too.”

[ticklish-n-stuff]

The cure for hand cramps

THIS IS A TICKLE FIC!

Ok but like it should be a well known FACT that Rui has ticklish palms (ok thats a joke plz dont take it seriously) ...and i wanna exploit that lmaoooo

Yknow, Rui is a hardworker, so i hc him to have gross and sweaty palms like mine XD

Look at this sleeping beauty~ Your welcome btw

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Rui x Tsukasa (romantic but interpret as you wish:))

Ler: Tsukasa

Lee: Rui

Warnings: Tickles! Hands??

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Rui had been working long hours on a new robot of his. Tsukasa kept pestering him to take a break, but Rui being the stubborn perfectionist he is didn't listen.

Tsukasa was currently on the living room couch, watching tv, while Rui kept working in his room. After what felt like an eternity to Tsukasa, Rui walked into the living room with a guilty smile on his face, rubbing his hand.

"So...I may or may not have overworked myself a teensy little bit".

"*Sigh* I tried telling you many times to take a break, you dummy. Come here" Tsukasa patted the couch for Rui to sit next to him. He sat next to Tsukasa and his concerned boyfriend quickly took his hand to inspect it.

"It's just a hand cramp, it's not THAT big of a deal...".

"Well it is to me! So shut up and let me help you...!".

Rui pouted like an angry little kid, Tsukasa couldn't help but smile a little at that...but no! He had to keep a tough act and not give in to his boyfriend's cuteness.

Tsukasa is definitely the mom of the group as he always gets concerned of everyones wellbeing. When he isn't boasting about his good deeds like a weirdo, he genuinly is a very good person.

Tsukasa started to softly rub along the cramped area along Rui's hand, making sure not to hurt him any further. What he wasn't expecting was the giggle that came out of Rui's mouth.

"What's so funny?" Tsukasa lifted an eyebrow towards Rui.

"N-nohothing! It just tickles a bit is all...!" Tsukasa could've died of cuteness right there, his boyfriend has ticklish hands?! And he never told him?!!! The nerve!

"You have ticklish hands?! How cute is that?!" Tsukasa started to softly stroke his fingertips along Rui's palm, sending him into a giggle fit.

"Wahahait! Tsukahasa! It reheally tickles!".

"Aww, does Rui have cute ticklish hands~? Tickle tickle~!" With that, Tsukasa started to gently scribble his nails along Rui's palm.

"EEEEYAHAHAHAHA! TSUKAHAHAHASA! STAHAHAHAP IHIT!" Rui was full on laughing at this point, his smile is so big and bright, his cheeks turning a deep red, and laughter that could cure anyone's depression, yup he's the definition of adorable.

"Hmmm...does it tickle when I do this??" Tsukasa brought Rui's hand up to his face and started to softly kiss all along his palm.

"EEEEEP! TS-TSUKAHASA! DOHOHON'T DO THAHAT!" Tsukasa's heart almost stopped at Rui's squeal, who knew he could produce such cute sounds?!

"Don't do what~?".

"T-TICKLE MEHEHEHE!" Rui was in such hysterics, he didn't realize the mistake he made until it was too late.

"If you say so sweetie~" Tsukasa inhaled as much air as he could and proceeded to blow many consecutive raspberries on Rui's hand.

"WAHAHAHA! TSUKAHAHAHASA! STAHAHAHAHA-!" Poor Rui's laughter went silent after just a few raspberries. Tsukasa decided to show some mercy and stopped his tickle attack, leaving Rui catching his breath, with some residual giggles coming out.

"Heheheh...was all that really necessary...?".

"Of course it was! Ticklish hands isn't something you see everyday~! Also, how is your hand feeling?".

"...Surprisingly better actually" Tsukasa smirked at that.

"Looks like my technique did work after all! I really am amazing aren't I~" Rui playfully smacked Tsukasa.

"Hehe your such a dork. Now come cuddle me, 'm feeling sleepy..." Tsukasa smiled at him fondly.

"Anything for you dearest~!" Rui giggled at Tsukasa's silly antics as they both cuddled on the couch and fell into a peaceful slumber.

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I feel like this is hella short, but i feel that way about my previous pj sekai fics so eh

Hope you enjoyed :D

[ducksisthebest]

Favorite Eleteo moments in the show?

Hey anon! (so I might've freaked when I saw this but don't mind me x)) My favorite Eleteo moments in the show are:

Like- can you see that soft look he put on once he knew she's seen her parents and didn't miss them this dia de los muertos and how she placed her hand over his on her shoulder alksjalj.

Ah yes- Sweetheart's day, how can anyone forget this episode where Armando sang his heart out and these two -- plus Flo -- worked on saving Avalor from eternal singing while sharing looks at each other.. eeep. (Also I enjoyed the songs way too much 😭)

"Love is the most powerful emotion of all." Alsjkdlsjd- sorry don't mind me, I'm sure you know why this is here x)

She offered her support to him as she knew how it feels to lose a loved one, even if it was quick for Mateo, she lets him grieve his loss towards what happened to his grand father and just- the feels okay 😭😭.

Can we just count this as a proposal?? Cause it feels like one to me and I'm not ashamed of it 😭

GUINEA PIGS EEEEEP, I have 2 of my own and I just feel like this is such an adorable scene. Them, with Peaches and Paco in their arms aslkjlajs.

How can I ever forget their sense of humor, their puns, jokes, and just being dorks is just one of the biggest things I admire about them 😅 And the way everyone reacts to them when they just act like dorks is too hilarious to watch xD

I have more but I'll save them for now, basically anything with them is my favorite eleteo scene x)

[aikuse]

eeeeep thank you, Ridea my dear! this looks like fun hehehe

Rules: Something along the lines of "find the four assigned words in your WIP(s), post the relevant snippet, and assign new words to those you tag."

my words: wild, list, bite, and taken.

from my request from my beloved @qichun for high!kisaki: wild.

“You got me feelin’ a little wild, tonight, love,” he slurs, and you can’t help but giggle back, your hands folding into his locks.

from one of my old kakucho fics that i have yet to post: list(en).

He never has been; he’d rather be at home, smoking a fat blunt and watching whatever stupid shit Netflix recommended to him. Even if he wanted to listen to music with others, having a hangout at home would greatly help his social anxiety and awkwardness; that way, he’s in his element and not where he is now.

from my reijean fic leave out all the rest: bite(s).

Reiner doesn’t respond for a moment, and Jean bites his lip. He stepped over a line with that one, but that quip has been building for a while now. It’s…frustrating, to say the least, watching the former Armored Titan diminished to a drunk who talks to his dead friends at night and drinks whiskey alone. It’s not becoming of him. Jean wants to grab his shoulders and shake him for as long as he can, at least until he sees the old Reiner back.

from one of my hankisa fics that may never see the light of day: taken (i had to use take because i don't seem to use the word taken???? LOL):

What’s even more wild about this situation is that Hanma did not come over to have Kisaki’s beautifully wet mouth wrapped around his cock, but rather at the promise of hot food that he doesn’t have to pay for himself. He’s not a leech, but he sure knows when to take an offer that’s been handed to him on a silver platter.

your words: fluid(s), intense, message, and trash.

i'm tagging @manjibunny @qichun @mitsuwuyaa @haruwuchiyoo @nkogneatho @strawberrystepmom @kentophilia @bloodsiren and anyone else who'd like to join <3

Word Search Tag Game!

I was tagged by @wordspin-shares for this. Thanks!

Rules: Something along the lines of "find the four assigned words in your WIP(s), post the relevant snippet, and assign new words to those you tag."

My words are blue, knife, wait and dress.

From my My Hero Academia fic Dig My Grave (take my hand): Blue

“The heroes will be here in seconds,” she snarls.  “Not before everyone dies. Including that kid you’re taking care of.”  Sayuri snarls and kicks out, forcing him to dodge and let go. “You leave her the fuck alone!” “Such an obvious weak spot, princess, you have for children.” He grins and his hand lights up with blue flame. “You’re coming with me.” “Fuck you. I’m not fucking interested!”  “I didn’t ask.”

From my Tokyo Revengers fic Saudade: Knife

Curiosity spurs her on and she digs through the bags, looking for what he’s talking about. She finds it in the bottom of the bag she’s looking through. It’s a folded knife. It’s really fucking pretty with the folded steel and chrome handle that changes colour between purple and gold when she twists it. <a knife?!> <in case you run out of bats>

From Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down: Wait

He watched me for a moment before he motioned for the man near him to proceed. I watched as the other man, dressed in a vinyl apron which was never a good sign, headed towards Steve.  “Wait! What is that thing?” Steve protested and questioned.  “To help you talk,” the doctor said before he held Steve’s neck to the side and injected him in the neck. Steve screamed.

From there's a heaven above you (don't you cry): Dress

She stood out too much. Not only because of the dark purple hair but her clothing. It didn’t take her long to sneak into a backyard and grab the nearest dress close to her size hanging off a clothesline.

your words: wild, list, bite, and taken

tagging: @rey-of-luke @comatosebunny09 @togamest @bleach-your-panties @muvaginger

@starcrossedjedis @kingsmakers @joaquinwhorres @bobfloydsbabe and anyone else interested!!

[missamyrisa2]

Here is a ticklish scenario, Miss Amy has to perform a tap dance and read one of your own stories at a tickle party for a group of ticklers. The stage is surrounded by chairs with men and women waiting for the beautiful Amy to come and do her little taps while she reads a spicy tickle story. All the while, they comment on how cute you look in your tappers outfit, and they tickle you with feathers and fingers while you keep reading and dancing. If you giggle too much, they might just gang up on you and tickle you to bits on the floor right there. Tapping on your belt and the taps on your shoes. Cooing at you about how adorable your giggles and babbles are while they find and explore for your tickle spots. The party ends when they all take turns giving you gigglejobs and seeing who can make the queen squirt the most gigglejuice. I think Miss Amy is perfect to provide entertainment at this tickle party.

Ooooh my gossssh these tapppppy ideasss~!!! I can'ttttt ~

Okayyy okayy. I would maybe last likeeeee two sentences with me frantically bouncing and trying to escape the tickles. Just meee alone in that circle is enough to have me so bashful and helplesssss and every tap is going to be soooo many feathers across my face and ears at once just make me alllll screwed up in the face. And reading my own words? Awww cmonnnnnn I tickle myself! I can't read my own stuff! It makes me soooo gigglyy silllyyyyy and now here I am trying to squeak through ittttt as they admire and comment about my outfit and every tap is already making me more ticklish and gigglyyyyy ~ and I'm just gonna be screaming madnessss if that's okay with youuu when I invariably go down and have to suffer those tickles and taps oh my gossshh I'm just seeing them with little metal rods and tuning forks toooo reaching in to tappppp on the flower and shoes and every one making me gasp so madlyyyyy getting alll worked up and twitchyyyy and desperate with growing whimpersnickers and gigglemoanssss~ not to mention the ridiculous teasehotnesss of when they start pulling me back for more tickles and teases by the belt~ eeeeep and gigglejobssss? Noooooo you cannnnnnotttt leave me to that fate I can't take the jobs don't give me jobsssss~!!

[frostironfudge]

eeeeep hello here’s my little fancast for now :3

these might not make sense to others this is just what my brain went with fmgshdhe

nia !! as !! hailee steinfeld !!

this just clicked in my brain immediately, maybe bc i wanna be besties with kate bischop, but look how pretty!! ofc thor would be a simp for her

i also imagine nia with glasses and as a bisexual. idk my gaydar is just going off with her :3

also can i just say that you gave thor a better love interest with better chemistry than marvel gave us with jane? bc i love thor and nia as a couple already :p

i imagine emery dua saleh, mainly bc they played my most beloved enby in media, cal bowman :)) can’t wait to see more of them!!

i imagine clark as sam collins bc he’s my favourite trans youtuber :)) he’s helped me a lot with figuring out i’m nonbinary transmasc

miles as danny pudi!! probably bc he’s my favourite actor as of now so i imagine him in a lot of things

the dean as tony leung. idk i just watched shang-chi again and he plays an old dad with like a leading position. i know being the leader of a thousand years old mob and being a dean are quite different from eachother but eh it clicks in my brain lmao

and whoever it was that attacked y/n as david tennant. probably bc of his roles as kilgrave from jessica jones and barty crouch jr from harry potter 4 i naturally imagine him as a lot of kinda insane villains like that lol

fmgahdhshs i’m sorry for not going into deeper details like with the other fancast i’m rly tired lmao. lmk if i missed any characters :)) i hope you like it!

— zylith :p

ZYLITH YOU BEAUTIFUL HUMAN THIS IS SO GOOD AS ALWAYS

more under the cut!

Nia:

you and i both wanna be besties with kate bishop she is so badass but is a lil smol bean

honestly i can see hailee as nia, oh and you're spot on about nia being bi!

IM ON THE FLOOR LAUGHING (honestly thor deserves the best and not to toot my own horn but Nia is one of the best for him if not the best!)

honestly writing thor and nia is such a joy i want to explore them in further chapters and i have a rough outline for the chapter im doing that in

emery:

honest i enjoyed the breath of fresh air dua saleh brought to sex education as cal, their characteristics and journey was truly mesmerising to watch and the representation it brings for several others is a cherry on top

I honestly picture them with glasses and they have this just absolutely comforting air about them, more of emery is coming into the lime light is all i can say for now

in my headcanon emery and y/n meet on day one and they are very nervous because they have only been open with their pronouns and sexual orientation for the past year and university is a new place and dr. stephen strange (department head) makes sure everyone says their names and pronouns because he knows how daunting a course can be and it makes emery very happy that they can introduce themself to the fellow students and just seeing the radiant smile emery gives upon their turn just has everyone in smiles and awe.

clark:

the photos you have provided do fit the aesthetic i have in mind for clark, i'm so happy you had a positive influence to help you realise that you are nonbinary transmas, be you unapologetically and proudly, you have an ally here with you and a friend ❤️

miles:

i've seen danny pudi in quiet a few different roles i'm hoping to start watching community what are your thoughts?

I do think they would also be a good choice for miles!

the dean:

honestly i think it is a spot on recommendation, as we've seen in shang-chi he does have that authoritative side but a softer side as well which i think loads of teachers/professors should have

y/n's attacker:

well i can't confirm who i have in mind as it will be revealed but honestly how did i not think of kilgrave?????????????? (might just give him a role cause he and his ability would fit in so well.)

awww don't worry its alright if you did not go deeper we can have more discussions in the future always! i'm so sorry i did not reply earlier i was so caught up and i was just trying to push the chapters out since i want to be a week ahead of schedule like this week i posted chapter 5 while writing chapter 6 almost did not complete it in time but now fortunately i've got the structure for chapter 7 so i'm contented

[lorei-writes]

Eeeeep lorey! I saw your event is closing soon😳😳😳❤🥺 hehehe so i hope ya don't mind but ima send in some last minute spam❤❤❤😳🥺 so could i pretty please request Kenshin my sweet lil bunny boi!❤

//at a banquet and kenshin is in one of his fight me mood😂😂

"Ill fight you kenny! Come at me! Lets have an epic showdown!" //scoots closer to put thee God of war in a headlock😂😂

Hehehehe love you lots and lots lorei!❤❤❤ Hope u are keeping safe and not overworking yourself❤❤❤☺

Kenshin: *seems to have instantly calmed down; smiles faintly* Of course. Kenshin: *reaches over to ruffle your hair*

// during said showdown

Kenshin: *continues to dodge and parry all blows; chooses endurance match as not to risk injuring you*

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Thanks for request, love! :D 

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