#i have to go find something to eat now ehehehe

[yaut-jaknowit]

Begging you for some more smut with Mai’tuiudh. Could start off as angst and follow up from the same male soldier reader idea, thought it could be fun and I love your creativity (I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t kicking my feet the day it was posted.) And as always, drink some water and take care:D

Returned to Him Part 2

Pairing: Mai'tuiudh (male Yautja) x AMAB!Reader

Warnings: Hate sex, rough sex, seems mean but they love each other (promise), no prep, use of lube, lots of teasing, biting, blood (from biting), marking, knotting, mentions of breeding, Mai’s a possessive cunt, forceful cum eating.

Word Count: 2998

Summary: Shortly after you return from battle, Mai'tuiudh in on the verge of never letting out of his sit. He's damn near ready to kidnap you and take you to his ship. But, you were able to talk him down. Yet, he still presses the issues. He doesn't understand. He doesn't understand you are afraid. You don't know if you could survive out there. This leads to a heated argument.

Author Note: Please forgive me for how long it took me to get to you! But I hope to make it up with writing hate sex. Enjoy! Ehehehe

Masterlist

Ao3

After three days of bed rotting with Mai nearly refusing to move from on top of you, he finally allowed you to have some space. For an alien who sits alone in his ship for months, he’s a needy, greedy creature. He needs you. He wants you. He’ll stop at nothing to have you by his side for the rest of his life. Nearly going as far as kidnapping you and dragging you to his ship.

When he attempted that trick, you had to talk him down from fulfilling that idea. The life he wants to live with you, out in space, that’s too much of a leap right now. To leave everything behind was something you couldn’t just do without preparing first, talking about it.

Plus, there’s people’s lives in your hands. You work with your military brothers and sisters to protect this nation from any threat. To the point, you’ve even lost your arm for it. This far deep? You couldn’t just abandon your life without thinking about it, talking about it.

But Mai? He doesn’t understand. The lifestyle is completely different. The differences between livelihoods and cultures. He knows at a young age already, he’ll be exploring the stars one day, hunting. You, on the other hand, wouldn’t expect to even leave earth’s atmosphere at any time. Mai believes that’s complete horseshit.

“Come live with me. We can hunt together. Get away from here. We can be together,” Mai argues and giving you a desperate look. One he would deny until his days end. He’ll also deny the fact he was pleading with you, wanting nothing more for you to join him.

You groaned and placed down the spoon, the noodles being stirred enough. “Mai-“ you about faced on your heel “- I’ve told you already: I’m not ready.” Mai growled, face morphing with frustration. His nails dragged across the kitchen counter. “I’ve never expected to live out there. Who knows the dangers? Or the fact if I could even survive?”

Had he not thought about that? The two of you are completely different species. Could humans even survive beyond the atmosphere? Or would you just be confined to his ship? Those are the worries that hold you back. But Mai’tuiudh doesn’t understand this. Not when his life revolves around space travel.

As the ignorant male he his, Mai rolled his eyes in a dramatic fashion and leaned against the counter. His one arm holding up his upper body. “Do you think I would take you out there if I didn’t know it was safe?” he snapped and glared at you, brows lowered.

“You know what, Mai! I don’t know. I know so little about you that it makes me nervous.” You threw up your hands. “You can’t get mad at me for randomly leaving when you do the same or you just show up in my room out of nowhere.” You dragged your hand down your face then gave him a pointed look. “You know out there. I don’t.”

Mai huffed and rolled his head again. Maybe he could find his brain while he’s doing that. “And I could teach you. I don’t know why you think this is such a big deal. It’s space. You’ll have me every step of the way. I’ll teach you the ways to protect yourself.” The blue Yautja made it sound so sweet. Like this was a life you’ve always meant to.

The frustration hit a boiling point inside of you. With less than a week to cooperate your life after loosing your limb and him hounding down on you like that, you snapped. You marched over to him and shoved your finger into his chest. “You know what?! I’ve had it. You are not even thinking about me. Just your fucking self.”

“You fight a meaningless war. If you join me amongst the stars, I can give you a reason to fight, to hunt. You would never have to worry about anything with me,” he argued and stepped forward. That forced you to step back. Mai kept pushing you until your back met the wall in the kitchen.

Both of your hands, metal and not, were curled into fists as you angrily stared up at Mai. “At least I fight for my country. What do you do? Kill and hunt people! Good people. They don’t deserve to die.” He hunts for trophies. Those trophies include people from your kind. Humans.

A growl echoed around you. The blue Yautja leaned down and got into your face. “You don’t seem to hate it when I gift said trophies to you.” The only human skull you accepted was sitting upon a shelf in your bedroom, above your bed. His growl morphed into a purr. One of his hands rested on your chest, pinning you effectively to the wall.

Other courting gifts were around the small space offered to you. A space that you only needed.

Blood instantly ran south, your cock twitch in the confines of your pants. “I hate you,” you snarled at him with less fire than before.

Mai smirked an alien expression and brushed his lower mandibles against your jaw. His hand slid up to ensnare your throat. “You don’t. Not when I’m balls deep in your ass,” he purred into your ear. You couldn’t help the shuttered that controlled your body for a moment. Your heart beat increased, thundering under his fingers.

“I don’t know wh-what you mean,” you sputtered and attempted to keep your angry façade on. Yet, when his knee nudged between your legs, it was hard to focus on nothing more than the pleasure he was creating with little touches. “You kill people. You hunt people.”

“And?” he dismissed with smug look still on his face. The blue Yautja jerked his knee up. You instantly grinded down on it. “Clearly, you don’t mind I hunt your species. That I take their skulls. Like I could do to you at any moment, but I don’t. Because you’re my mate.”

Fuck, you were losing yourself so quickly. You reeled back your thought and tried to remember the current argument. “I can’t just… just leave my home. This is all I know.” You grinded your hips down, your cock beginning to harden and growing a bulge in your pants. A noticeable bulge that Mai reached down cupped. You grunted, teeth clenched shut for the moment. “I hate you.”

“You say that as if your dick isn’t twitching against my hand,” he taunted and squeezed your shaft till it nudged a painful degree. He pulled the limb away and only offered his thigh to rut against.

“You caused this!” you snapped at him, jerking your head forward to get into his space. Yet, the hand still pinning your neck to the wall prevented that. “This is all your fault.” The inside of your pants were starting to grow sticky the longer this went on. He growled and crowded your space against with his face in yours.

His upper mandibles widened to press his snout to your nose. “It’s your own destruction, little one.” You pressed your nose harshly to his snout and glared daggers. Until, he twitched his thighs between your open ones. The harsh expression on your face instantly melted away as you moaned and began to pant.

The strength you once held fell away. You leaned back against the wall and kept rutting your hips down on his thick thigh. “I hate you,” you groaned and let your eyes drift shut. The Yautja chuckled and trailed his tongue from your jawline down your neck once his hand was out of the way. His muscle left behind a wave of goosebumps. You shuttered in his hold and reached for his shoulders.

Your hands were snatched up and pinned above your head before you could register the movement. “You don’t get to touch. Not with that attitude.” Heat from both desire and anger flared its ugly head inside of you. You pulled on his hold but he was an unmovable statue.

Mai grasped the front of your pants and swiftly tore it off of you. You yelped as your cock met the cool air of your apartment. You squirmed in his hold, rubbing your hard shaft against his thigh the best you could in this position. The head leaking pearls of white beads. You couldn’t help the whine when he refused to touch you further.

“You’re such an ass. Fucking teasing me when you can see how hard I am,” you spat at your mate who only smirked in your face in return.

A chuckle erupted from his throat. Mai squeezed his hand around your captured wrists then dragged his other hand down your torso. He purposefully ran a talon over your already perky nipple. You had to stifle a moan to not give him the satisfaction. His sharp nails left goosebumps in their wake. He stopped just shy of your aching cock.

“Look at you. Poor thing, just making such a mess,” he teased and palmed at the area above your dick. The skin still slightly sensitive due to how thin it was. You rutted up, cock slapped against your torso. “A need little ooman, desperate for my touch.”

Fire flickered alive in your eyes. “Fucking touch me, Mai! I swear to god,” you demanded and pulled at the makeshift restraints. Yet, his hold didn’t falter.

He used his thumb to rubbed over the leak tip of your cock. The sudden, intense pleasure had your breath hitching and back arching off of the wall. Then, the touch was gone. You whined and jerked your hips forward, demanding for more. “Asshole. Ass! Hole!” He just brought his thumb up to his face and licked off the bead of precum staining the finger.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fucking your asshole soon enough.” If you had the chance, you would strange him for that retort.

The blue Yautja grabbed at the leftover clothing still hanging off of your hips and tugged it off in one clean pull. Your lower body was free from anything covering it. He pulled his knee from between your legs which caused you to whine. Next, he let go of your hands, his own finding their way to your waist. They were massive, easily engulfing your hips.

One of your hands grasped at one of his tresses, the other finding a place on his shoulder. Then, Mai lifted you off of the ground. Your thighs pressed tightly to your chest, effectively pinning you in place. It only took on arm to hold you up while the other fumbled with his waist band. The Yautja was able to pull it down enough for his engorged cock to slap against his toned abdomen.

“Is this what you’ve been wanting this entire time?” He ran the tip of his own leaking cock around the tight rim of your asshole. You tried to push down enough so the very tip could push inside of you, but that failed.

“You know what I fucking want.” Mai purposefully teased you by sliding his cock between your cheeks, rubbing his slick and scent all over you. He was just as hard as you were. The two of you desperate for one another.

“Might need to remind me again,” he purred, head bowed as he watched himself scent mark you. You would smell like him for the next upcoming weeks just from this.

From his belt, he popped open a bottom and dosed his hand a little. The cold touch of lube around your puckered hold had you squirming his hold. Despite your anger for him in the moment, he wouldn’t do a thing to harm you when you didn’t consent. He did his cock next and lined up the head.

“Still hate me?” he snickered, both of his hands returned to the back of your thighs.

A glare continued to be set on the Yautja. “Fuck you.” Your head tipped back when the Yautja shoved as much of his length he could on the first thrust in. He stretched you out nicely, only able to fit half at first. Something he had to remedy swiftly.

Mai pulled back till the head was still lodged inside before surging forward. His entire shaft finally fit perfectly inside. His hips were flushed with yours, cock twitch deep inside your channel. You moaned and pulled on his tress, gaining a grunt from the alien. Mai’s hands tightened for a moment as he forced himself to stay still. “I prefer it when I’m fucking you instead,” he purred deeply, torso flushed with yours. Your cock trapped between the two bodies. The pressure adding a nice hint of pleasure to this feast.

With him deep inside of you, your resolve finally fell away. The anger that hung on you washed away. You tugged on his tress and pulled him towards your face. “Fuck me, please,” you begged him and pressed your forehead against his in a soft gesture.

“Happily.” Mai found the perfect rhythm and angle to hit your prostrate with each harsh thrust. He claimed you like many times before, knowing your body better than you did. His size offered you the ability to feel his veins each time he pulled out.

Your mate leaned down and latched his fangs onto your neck with a growl. One of your legs was leg go to hook around his waist instead. With his newly freed hand, he wrapped it around your engorged cock and teased the tip of his thumb. You smacked your head against the wall, the pain quickly forgotten about. “Mai!” you called his name in surprised, nails digging into the flesh of his shoulder.

His fangs dug deeper into your neck, not yet piercing the feeble skin. “Good boy. Keep begging. You’re mine, mine to fuck, mine to breed. You’re never allowed to leave.” The teeth on his inner mouth sunk into your flesh, drawing both a cry and blood in the same second. “I’m keeping you on my ship. Never allowed to leave me again.”

All of his words went over your head at the growing pleasure boiling in the pit of your stomach. Blood ran down from the new mark he left on you, continuously marking you as his. Forever. He snarled a deep tone and quickened his pace. His rough hand slickened with lube moved at the same pace, keeping up the speed.

The double assault turned your brain into a puddle. He ran his teeth down your neck to your shoulder and snapped his jaw shut. More blood dripped from another wound he created.

“You’re pauk-de mine, little one!” he snarled and pinched the head of your cock. More precum leaked out to stain his fingertips.

This time, he forced his fingers into your mouth and made you taste yourself on them. They were shoved to the back of your throat. You gagged on them, throat tightening around them. “Yeah, you take anything I give, don’t you?” He had unlatched from your shoulder and licked at the shell of your ear. The taste of your own precum salty on your tongue.

Mai’tuiudh pulled them out and resumed to jerking you off. The saliva on his fingers adding to the slick covering your shaft. You mewled. Your metal hand still holding onto his tress while your flesh one gripped his shoulder with a deadly hold.

“Are you going to come? Already?” He could feel the telltale signs of your muscles pulsing around his thick shaft. Not that he was doing so hot either. His knot already expanding, waiting for his seed to spill into you awaiting body.

“So-so are you,” you retorted with a snarky response and kept panting. Your head rolled back, exposing the column of your throat to him. Blood already stained your skin. His teeth have already laid their claim on you.

A chuckle escaped from the alien. “Yeah, yeah I am. Because I know I’m going to knot you and fill your ass with my seed. I’ve marked you, my mate.” By gods grace, he was good at that.

Close to edge, he focused solely on your tip with short, quick jerks. You were instantly spurting cum all over his hand and chest, running down his toned abs. Your eyes rolled into your head as every muscle tightened and locked down on his still pounding cock.

“That’s it, good boy. Coming around me. Yeah,” he said with a breathy tone and rested his forehead against your shoulder. “You’re going to take it. You’re going to take every drop or I’m going to fuck it back into you. Don’t you dare waste a single drop.” His pace quickened, throwing you into oversensitivity. You tried to squirm, anything to get him to ease up or at least stop touching your cock. But, Mai get’s what he wants.

With one last thrust, he buried his knot passed your tight ring of muscles and filled you with his seed. He groaned deeply, body twitching. His cock throbbed, pulsing as his seed fills you. Not a single drop allowed to drip pass the knot sealing everything inside of you.

You groaned and let your eyes fluttered open once he stopped twitching. A lopsided grin washed over your features. Mai picked up his head to look down at you and mess he made of you. A grunt sounded from the giant. He leaned down and rubbed his forehead to yours in a sweet manner. “You always look so good with me knotted inside of you,” he chuckled and laved his tongue over the marks on your neck and shoulder.

Pain shot across the marred skin. You couldn’t help the whine that sounded from the back of your throat. He kept licking, silently telling you his apologies. Not that he meant them when he would do them all over again.

Smoke filled your senses. Your eyes snapped wide, head whipping towards the kitchen. Shit! The spaghetti!

[darylsfavoritegirl]

i've been reading and seeing so many Soft Daryl content that this absolutely hurts me but idc i've had this idea for a while now eheheh

something about prison/alexandria daryl who doesn't really know to deal with emotions and often feels overwhelmed screams that he'd be such a dick without meaning to and it would eat you ALIVE.

ok to be more specific, i often imagine him having an argument with you. both of you saying hurtful things to eachother to a point where you question the way you view him, debating inside of your head if he was ever the man you thought he was. feeling stupid for caring about him too much because the things he said to you in a random argument made you feel like he didn't care much, that he could just get rid of you instantly. so you wouldn't talk to eachother at the shared house in Alexandria, would completely ignore and avoid eachother and hang out with people you normally don't way too much.

And in the same day, most of the time towards the midnight, he'd come home from a "run" with a few squirrels on a string, slung on his shoulder. Maybe he'd see you in the living room and would dart away his eyes and not spend any time more than necessary and would just get on his bike or car to be more safe and would just drive out of alexandria. go to a random cliff, take his frustration out on some walkers and sit in complete silence. Maybe he'd light a cigaratte, fix his bike or car though they perfectly function. he just needs to get his mind off of you. he loves you

everytime i listen to the song "cigarattes daydreams" and THAT line

"You can drive all night,

looking for the answers in the pouring rain

You wanna find peace of mind,

looking for the answer."

comes up i just go "Omg that's so Daryl!!!" cuz it's!!

he doesn't like the way he is, he wanna be better; better for you yet, old habits die hard. you don't like this whole situation any better than him and you always have zero idea what goes through his mind. does that man think he is doing you a favour? you're not a mind-reader. safe to say he has always been someone hard to read even when he'd speak his mind.

me pouring my heart to yall at 1.30 a.m

[sitp-recs]

Heyyy! Absolutely love your recs, your blog is literally my go to any time I feel like reading something💕

I was wondering if you know any (american) college!au Drarry fic? even better if it includes fraternities ehehehe

Hi anon, I’m so happy to hear that! Life is pretty hectic and I haven’t been around (or reading) much, but I expect things to calm down after summer so I hope you continue enjoying the blog 😊 I got a couple college/university AUs to rec although most are set in the UK. Enjoy!

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[vidavalor]

So I'm on a bit of a roll from just having finished some writing (probably post in the next day or two), so have some random thoughts!

Legit can't remember whether or not your linguistic analysis of Bildad the Shuhite touched on 'cobbler' as Cockney rhyming slang for either testicles (as in 'kick in the...') or nonsense (as in 'load of old cobblers') -- the latter meaning especially feels kind of appropriate!

What kind of 'madeleine memories' might an amnesiac Aziraphale get from a roast beef sandwich???

Do you think actual madeleines are likely to appear on screen in some capacity in S3?

Tiramisu has coffee, chocolate and alcohol, and thus feels like a VERY Ineffable-Husbands-speak dessert :D

Was poking around the Royal Albert Hall website for research purposes and found this: https://www.royalalberthall.com/tickets/tours-and-exhibitions/afternoon-tea/ Not quite as hyper-fancy as the Ritz, perhaps, but lots of little bits of Ineffable-speak meaningfulness in the food as well as being potentially a lovely little engagement celebration date???

Ehehehe

Hi, luv. Looking forward to reading your new writing! So many goodies to ponder here! 😍I actually have some madeleines today. And good coffee. It's raining here and ah, this is all a heavenly combination. 😊 Throwing this under a cut because your mention of tiramisu led me to write about two, related words in Ineffable Husbands Speak that I've noticed repeated: might and found...

We'll do the sea ties to insinuate while we're at it... 🐟

1- Cobbler: I need to do a whole thing on cobbler actually and will add & credit the findings you shared to you. I mainly just wanted to quickly make a post about how cobbler connects to sherry but there's actually a whole web of overlapping words they're using. It also ties to the root kob-- which quite literally means "good omens." 😊 I'll put a longer post on cobbler on the list.

2- Roast beef sandwich madeleine memories?:

*Bildad voice* You tell me... 😉

3- Madeleines on screen in S3?: I'm not expecting it but it would be fun. Would actually also go with the theme of the literal-and-the-figurative, especially with the food, so I guess it might actually be more likely than some other things. I mainly just want Aziraphale to eat something because he had a sherry and a couple of sips of tea in the present in S2 and that's why everything went sideways, really. That angel needs a sandwich in the worst way and in both ways that you can read that sentence.

4- Tiramisu: Yes. It actually also has one of my favorite meanings for any food, as it means a "pick-me-up" in Italian, which is very cute, no? It is very Ineffable Husbands-y for the reasons you mentioned and now you've got me going on about a word that we haven't heard them say lol but I can connect it to two words that they have said, so...

Tiramisu (originally from "tireme su") is thought to have been invented by the owner of a brothel in Treviso sometime around 1800. This innovative Mrs. Sandwich would offer it to clients as an aphrodisiac or as an after-treat and it was basically considered the Viagra of the 1800s in Italy. Coffee, alcohol, chocolate, as you pointed out... food + seamstressing = no way this isn't an Ineffable Husbands Speak thing.

It is perishable, as we know, and it was invented in a time before mainstream refrigeration so it originally wasn't as available outside of bigger cities, which is why it was often offered at the end of a client session as well, before the clients were sent home-- yeah, medicinal tiramisu was a thing. 😲 The actual origins of the dessert apparently weren't really discussed publicly until sometime around the 1980s as, once it became easier to keep things chilled, generations of Italian ladies were making tiramisu constantly and it got a bit awkward to acknowledge that all these adorable old nonnas for generations were passing down how to make this sexy dessert that was created in the first place by a lady bordello owner for, um, reasons...

But tiramisu would, by The Ineffable Husbands' wordplay rules, mix the origins and meanings of the word with its phonetic soundings in English and, as we've seen, French... so, it would also be spoken as: "tier a me sous."

A tier is an arrangement of things in an order and, also, in keeping with our amusing seamstressing origins of the dessert, rows of overlapping trim on a dress. Sous (the last s is silent) means under and/or below in French. In that way, expressing a desire for some tiramisu is expressing a desire for a tier in which you are sous your partner.

[Sidebar but this is reminding me that the sous vide style of cooking translates literally from French as "under/below the vacuum" and... I feel like Crowley does not have the willpower to have never not connected this to Mr. Brown of Brown's World of Carpets in some way 😂... *doesn't look up from his book* "Oh, the Whickber Street Monthly Whatzit's getting takeaway? Gonna get the sous vide chicken this time, angel?"]

Tiramisu means a "pick me up"-- a mood-booster-- but "pick me up" is also obviously both tongue-in-cheek expression of wanting to be seduced and a request to be quite literally picked up, as in lifted off the floor... which is how you know that tiramisu is likely a dessert that Crowley thinks is the tops.

Since we're taking apart a word not in the series, I'll give you two others that tie to it that on their little vocab list: might and found.

There are at least two scenes that I've noticed so far where one of them is using the word might as innuendo in reference to Aziraphale. Might falls into the category of words like wily, thwart, smitten, etc..-- words that are amusing in how they have wildly different, often contradicting, definitions, and where at least one definition is a bit suggestive, allowing them to use it around angels or demons or in public with one definition on the surface and the flirtier one underneath.

On the one hand, might is the past tense of may and involves gentle suggestions or polite requests asking permission. On the other hand, the word might also has a real oomph when used in its other definition, which is to express the strength and power of a nation, a natural force, or a person.

It's basically Aziraphale in a word-- unfailingly polite and gentle on one level and full of raw strength on another.

The other word is found, which can be, uh, found lol, in the Crowley-penned Aziraphale entry in 'Demon's Guide to Angelic Beings...'. The sentence is actually constructed around the inclusion of 'found' and what makes that extra-amusing is that it suggests Crowley was eager to get the word in there, likely because of its nautical definition.

In seafaring terms, for a ship to be described as found is a very positive thing and, to be defined as such, it must meet both of two requirements:

The ship must be both well-equipped (*cough*) and, equally important, fully stocked.

A person who is stocked or stocky is, as we know, one who is broader, more shoulders and chest than height, and of a fuller and thicker build in thighs and arms. Someone like Aziraphale, who is physically strong and brawny and who would not have much difficulty picking up what would be being thrown down if Crowley were to order a tiramisu for dessert, if ya get mah drift...

Insinuate: To subtly introduce slowly into hearts and minds; to maneuver someone or something into a desired position; to thrust in, push in, or wind one's way into; to introduce with torturous slowness; and, of course, the best one: to hint at obliquely (ha!)

The sinu part of the word comes from sinus, a word that I've *achoo* been cursing all damn week because the gorgeous trees and plants are trying to kill me but which is Latin for all sorts of things a lot more pleasant than 'the part of the head that is often pounding during Spring.'

English-language writers of the dreamy sort-- the poets who call rainstorms "tempests", like a certain red-headed demon we know-- would also use sinus back in the day to describe a gulf, a bay, or "the arm of the sea", as well as any hole or cavity in the Earth.

Insinuate = In sinu ate. In the sea, eating. 😂

Why ever [eve/"temptation"/"sin"] would [wood] Aziraphale insinuate that Crowley might [mmm strong] possibly [which shares roots with potent] want [to want; also contains ant, the humans in the insect analogy] something [so/sew, me, thin; opposite of might]? = the actual dessert isn't invented yet in this scene in 1601 but seems like Crowley wants to get tiramisu'd something fierce...

5- Royal Albert Hall: Love this idea. It reminds me of how The British Museum also has an afternoon tea but how they've met in the cafe and how they've probably both wanted to get tea there. While I was on the Royal Albert Hall website, I was laughing over the copy on the menu for the box service, especially the *very* rare modern use of rhubarb in this way:

Choose from a wide range of canapés, sandwiches and sharing plates, finishing your meal with sweet treats. All food is prepared with the finest seasonal ingredients and is always presented with signature rhubarb style.

Aziraphale, back away from the copywriters... 😂

Cheers as always for the amusing stuff to think about @jotun-philosopher 💕

Original posts regarding fish, madeleines and memory, for anyone who might read this and is confuzzled and wondering wtf we're on about:

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Caterpillar Rave (Moriarty The Patriot)

~I wrote this at 3 am.~

CW: Bugs, swearing

Summary: A caterpillar shows up in William's study and he's not having it. Sherly finds the whole thing incredibly amusing.

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“Liam..”

“Don’t.” The blonde cut him off, not at all liking how amused Sherlock Holmes sounded in this moment. “Please, just…remove it.”

“But Liam, it’s only a ‘Pilly!” Sherlock nodded to the bright green caterpillar sitting on the window seal, struggling along towards one of William’s potted plants. “Don’t you know these little guys turn into some of the prettiest butterflies?”

“I don’t care. Remove it, please.” William glared, not budging from his spot towards the back of the room, his face grim. He had come to his study this morning to find none other than this intruder lingering about. “Ideally before it makes a meal out of my roses.”

“But of course.” Sherlock grinned, walking over and gathering the small critter in hand, giggling as it marched across his fingers. “Tickly little thing, aren’t ya? Alright- where’d you want this little guy, Liam?”

“Outside preferably- don’t come over here with it!” William stepped back when the detective approached, cupping his hands. “Just- dispose of it out the window or something!”

“Come now, Liam. You and I both know ‘Pilly’s don’t hurt humans.” Sherlock laughed as he turned back to the window, opening it up and letting the little guy go among some nearby ivy. “They’re good for the Ecosystem! Eat all the invasive plants and whatnot.”

“That’s lovely, and I’ll gladly let them do that outside. Not here.” William seemed to relax some upon the caterpillar’s exit, turning to his desk. “They’re welcome to the weeds amongst the garden; though I suspect Fred will pitch a fit if they find their way to his tomatoes..”

“Poor kid would disguise himself as one just to take them down.” Sherlock snickered at the mental image, walking up to William with his hands still in fists. “I hadn’t known you were afraid of Pillys, Liam.”

“I’m not afraid of them. I just find them disgust-EEH!” William archered when he felt something ticklish at the back of his neck, his collar being pulled. Slapping a hand there, the other reaching around to feel his back, it was only then he realized nothing had been dropped down his clothes. Turning around, he cut a scary look at Sherlock, face red. “You are a scoundrel, Mr. Holmes.”

Sherlock howled in mirth, head thrown back as he held his belly. “Oohohohoho my god! What a sqheheheal that was, Liam! Oohohohoho, god! *Snort* Yohohohohur fahahahce!”

William only continued to glare, arms crossed and scowl permanent as Sherlock doubled over, slapping his knees as he cackled. “Are you done? If not, you can continue your laughing fits back at Baker Street.”

“Wahhait! Wait, Liam, I’m-pffft! Ehehehe! I’m sorry!” Sherlock shuffled over to the glaring blonde, holding up his hands in apology. “You’d know I’d never actually do that to you! I just wahahanted to spohohook you, thahahat’s all!”

William only turned away, silent as stone. Sherlock sobered, wondering if he’d genuinely hurt the other man with his prank.

“Liam, I truly am sorry-”

What happened next was a blur. Sherlock had gone to apologize properly, a flash of red gleamed, and the next thing he knew he was on his back, arching with a shout of laughter as William’s fingers attacked his ribs. “AH! AHhahhehahhahahaha! L-LIihihihihiham, pleahahhahahahse!”

“My, how quickly you’ve gone to begging. After how much laughing you’ve done at me just now, I’d figure you’d want to keep going.” William teased, something devilish in his voice as he wormed his fingers up and down Sherlock’s ribs. “Don’t stop on my account, now.”

“Ahehahahhhahahahaha! Lihihihiihihiam! Lihihihihiam, pleehahahhhahahse, nohohohohot the rihihihiihihihbs!” The detective thrashed and squealed, torn between curling into a ball and fighting the hands working their way up slowly towards his upper ribs. “Coohohohohome ohohoohoh, I’m shahahhhahahrry!”

“I don’t believe you.” William spoke without malice. “This isn’t nearly as hard as the way you laughed after your little prank. I think it’s only fair we reach that same level before I let you go.” His thumbs drew circles against the brunette’s upper ribs, the rest of his fingers tapping along his armpits. “My, is this a bad spot?”

“EEEE! Lihihiihhiihhiam, dohoohohoohon’t!” Sherlock arched, nearly sending them both flying as those dastardly fingers dug into his upper torso. Reaching out, he gently squeezed the blonde’s sides, making him yelp and pull his hands back. “Gohohohohotcha nohohohohow!”

“Ihihi’m suhuhuhre you thohohohught!” William giggled out as he pushed the hands away, reaching back and squeezing Sherlock’s knee. The detective all but spasmed, a squeaky guffaw breaking out his lips. “Now, If I recall correctly, you have a rather good tickle spot right along…”

“Nohohohoho! Nohohoohho, Liahahhaam plehehehahse! Not the fehehhet! Not the FEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHT!” Sherlock shrieked when his feet were attacked, William’s nails dancing against his socked soles. Flopping like a fish, Sherlock’s next few rounds of noise were a combination of swears, jumbled threats, and pleads for mercy. “LIHIHIIIHIAM, PLEHAHHAHAHSE!”

“Done laughing at me? Are you going to pull any more tricks like that?” William asked.

“YHEHEHEHEHEHS! I MEAHHAHAN NOOHOOHOHO! BOHOHOHOOTH?”

“Both? Now which one are you referring to, Sherly?” William released his feet, moving back up to squeeze the detective’s legs, making him kick and giggle. “Are you intending to prank me again with those awful things?”

“Nohohoohhoohoho! *Snort* Nehehhehehehver!” Sherlock wheezed, cheeks rosy and lightly glistening.

“Are you done laughing at me?” 

“Mahahhahaybe? Ah! Ohoohohokay ohohohokay!” Sherlock squeaked when a hand went back to his knee briefly. “Ihihihihiihm done, I swhehheahhahar!”

“Hm…very well.” William released the other, watching as Sherlock collapsed against the wooden floors with a gasp. “You’re forgiven. Do that again and I’ll have your head.”

“Whihiihch one?” Sherlock asked, giggling through a yelp when William pinched his arm, shaking his head.

“You’re terrible.”

“You lohohove me.”

“You’re just fortunate I do.” William turned to get up, only to find Sherlock’s arms locking him in place. “Sherly, I do need to get some work done.”

“You tickle me to tears and think that’s the end? I think not!” Sherlock declared, pressing his face into the blonde’s neck, nuzzling it gently. “Besides, you work all the time. Come spend the day with me. We’ll go to that hotspring again- get something good to eat along the way. Besides.” Sherlock’s tone turned conspiratorial as he eyed the window. “What if that Pilly comes back and brings friends? They’d ambush you!”

“I’ll be sure to sacrifice you to them.” William elbowed him gently in the belly, earning a huff of laughter against his neck. “I’m sure they’d find someone like you to their taste; even if it’d be a light meal when they reach your brain.”

“Light meal!? Oh, you’re asking for it now, Liam! Come here!” The tickles resumed, this time William’s laughter filling the room alongside Sherlocks.

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Down below, Fred stared incredulously at the small patch of Caterpillars munching at his Tomato plant.

“This.” He pointed, already making plans on his newest disguise. “Means WAR!”

Thanks for reading!

[2af-afterdark]

Dom/Sub verse you say? Now this I can also work with ehehehe

Satan: Top, unless you grab his horn, then he’s a whiny bottom

Mammon: Service Dom, same can be said about Bimet under certain circumstances

Leviathan: Power Bottom, he’ll let you be on top but you gotta choke him while doing so, he’ll let his envy show

Bell: Go do your work and maybe I’ll do you, MAYBE

Lucifer: TBD, not enough info, although, maybe a pleasure dom? He does like seeing us cry

Subordinates will be done later, gotta do it region by region ig

🦩

Dom/sub verse is a genre of fiction in which people are born with a second gender (Dom/sub) that compels them to either give or want to receive orders. This compulsion has to be met or they can start to feel ill to the point of being non-functional. People seek out a partner who can satisfy this need (aka, a Dom and sub who compliment each other). Following a Dom's orders fills a sub with a sense of pleasure. They can also get pleasure from recieving punishments for disobeying their Dom. There are also Switches, who are rare. They are special because they can play the role of a Dom or a sub, but they also have the special ability to order a Dom.

There are some basic commands (sit, present, come, etc) and depending on the sub-genre their can also be other orders given. These orders do not have to be sexual, btw. Sometimes they are just "eat this meal" or something. Or maybe their are degrees of the second gender, which determines how strong someone's will is. So, like, B-tier sub can be ordered around by any B-S tier Dom, but a C-tier Dom has no power over them. Or, in some branches of the genre, partners have to be chosen and only a certain Dom's order will work on their chosen sub (my preference). Sometimes the sub has a safe word they can drop if their chosen Dom gives them an order they don't like, which will shock the Dom pretty unpleasantly. There are so many rules you can play with~

It's not the most popular genre (I suffer), but I love it. If you have ever played the game Blood Domination, this is a Dom/sub game (and BL).

That said....

Satan is definitely a Dom. Probably around A rank and gives orders so fucking insane that you would expect his sub to drop their safe word, but they never do because he has a way of making even the most insane orders sound reasonable and pleasurable.

Mammon is a Dom, but he's the type of Dom that orders his subs to go hog wild and do whatever it takes to feel like the one with all the power in this relationship.

People think Leviathan is a Dom, but he's an S-tier sub who can't be ordered around. Man is probably repressed as hell. However, I also don't think he would immediately fall into a sub role when he finds a Dom who can handle him. I think he'd still play at being the dominant one, but he really wants to be ordered around...

Bell would be a switch. Somehow. It's because the orders of the universe bend and break to suit his will >.> The power of bullshit.

[devilbrakers]

💋🌻🍼🥞🎤🏪 for el and akira!! :]

ehehehe thank you bones >:))

el:

💋 KISS MARK: What’s their signature look, if any? Do they have a gesture or piece of jewelry or something else that acts as a calling card for them?

She doesn't quite have a signature look clothing wise since she likes to experiment with styles but she does love a good denim jacket. She's generally more recognizable via her hair (very curly and often thrown up into a bun pre-wasteland) and tattoos. Especially the latter in the wasteland since I don't think they'd be as common? At least outside of cities, maybe. Her laugh is a good calling card tho since she cackles really loud when she finds something really funny.

🌻 SUNFLOWER: Do people generally tend to like them? What personality traits do they have that draw others in?

El can be... polarizing. An acquired taste might be a kinder way to put it but she can be difficult to get along with due to how stubborn and blunt she is. But I love her to pieces and that's what matters 😌. But most often people are drawn to her confidence and ambition along with her love of the arts.

🍼 BABY BOTTLE: How do they feel about babies and children? Would they ever have any?

Well, she does have one, August. But she's always had conflicted feelings about kids and having her own but has generally always leaned towards not wanting them. She's afraid of that level of commitment and of fucking up her kid/turning into her parents. Plus, she's always felt a bit awkward around kids since she doesn't really know how to interact with them. She loves August but she has a lot of inner conflict about it all. She really only kept him in the first place because Akira wanted a family, and then had a hard time bonding with him and then the Game Events happened, and now she has a synth version of him after killing the human she actually popped out her herself. But she does take good care of him :]

🥞 PANCAKES: What’s their comfort food?

She lovesssss pasteles! She mainly had them for the winter holidays growing up since they can be time-consuming to make but she's still very fond of them even if she doesn't eat them too often anymore. She also loves the miso soup that Akira makes :]

🎤 MICROPHONE: What does their voice sound like? Do they have a notable accent? Can they sing, and if so, what would they sing at a karaoke night?

Tashi Rodriguez is both her face and voice claim! So she kinda has a medium pitched voice? Idk I'm bad at describing voices but she doesn't really have much of an accent in my mind since she's kinda lived all over the place. Just a standard American. She cannot sing to save her life </3

🏪 CONVENIENCE STORE: What would be their go-to convenience store snacks?

Omg she'd love Takis or just spicy chips in general. She'd hate the dust tho so she wouldn't go for them unless she's just going home after or if Akira's with her so she can just wipe the dust on his jacket or smth 💀. Probably just some water and iced tea to drink, maybe a nuka cherry if she wants to spice things up.

akira:

💋 KISS MARK: What’s their signature look, if any? Do they have a gesture or piece of jewelry or something else that acts as a calling card for them?

He's usually going for that greaser look but doesn't generally slick his hair back bc he doesn't like putting product in it. So a leather jacket, jeans, a t-shirt, and a pair of boots generally. Add some leather gloves and armor in the wasteland, and ofc a pack of cigarettes in his pocket. He's never been big on jewelry but he did let El pierce one of his ears.

🌻 SUNFLOWER: Do people generally tend to like them? What personality traits do they have that draw others in?

At first glance, people tend to gravitate towards him since he's a very attractive man but he can be initially very awkward and a bit shy so that can be off-putting to some people. But people don't really tend to dislike him, I guess. He's very kind and warm once you get him to open up a little bit.

🍼 BABY BOTTLE: How do they feel about babies and children? Would they ever have any?

He likes kids and he's good with him but he never really wanted any of his own until El told him that she was pregnant. Just seemed to kinda flip a switch in his mind and he found himself pretty excited to have one with her even if he was a bit scared but he was oblivious to her own reservations :/. BUT tbf she was lying to him abt her feelings on it, he just took her at face value.

🥞 PANCAKES: What’s their comfort food?

Good ol' Blamco Mac 'n cheese with some broccoli and shredded chicken. Cheers him up every time.

🎤 MICROPHONE: What does their voice sound like? Do they have a notable accent? Can they sing, and if so, what would they sing at a karaoke night?

Akira's voice is quite deep but soft in a way, it doesn't carry very well. He has a bit of a southern Maine accent (which is just similar to the general New England one) but it's not very thick. He pronounces his 'R's softer than most so 'car' kinda sounds like 'cah', cold weather is nippy, etc etc. It doesn't really stand out in Boston. He's a decent singer but doesn't really like to sing in front of people often.

🏪 CONVENIENCE STORE: What would be their go-to convenience store snacks?

Generally, a beer and whatever candy he's feeling but he gravitates towards anything with peanut butter!

[nialltlynch]

from the fridge: until the sky falls dowwn on me and the working for the knife (feniall version)

ehehehe the sky fall one is my One and Only foray into canon compliant pynch WHICH should make it obvious why it is in the fridge. the difficulty came from having basically two ideas 1) the outward expression of oncoming, inevitable winter paralleling the uncertainty of a relationships future and 2) ronan and adam fucking in ronan's parent's old bed and being Decidedly Weird about it. two very different vibes so hopefully you can understand my trouble. and yeah it was named after that savage garden song.

are you familiar with my aurora knife fic ?? (feniall version) is a spiritual companion piece that explores feniall and mór's relationship in a similar way. it hinges on the magical memory bag and how that... is a fucked up concept !!! i may actually finish this one since i have very many thoughts about this.

my wip fridge: the post

until the sky falls down on me

Morning arrives as usual.

Slow and tantalizing, a sudden creep of clarity in the deep night. It is early enough that the only light in the room glows off two small spheres the size of marbles caught in elliptical orbit. The flicker like natural fire but Ronan knows they are cool, almost liquid to the touch. Not that there is anything to be done in his current state. Ronan doesn't flinch as he watches the bauble graze closer and closer to Adam's sleeping face. Each pass spreads thin, gauzy shadows over the slopes and ridges Ronan has become so familiar with these past few months.

He's learned to breathe through these things.

Time eating away at the fabric of the Barns seems unfathomable. The summer had been a glimpse of unattainable myth and now here it is, the reality of it on the cusp of vanishing.In the dark it's easy to think that nothing has changed and easier still to imagine sameness forever. Ronan can remember when the thought had been terrifying. Something delicate had shifted, small increments barely noticed, until there had been no single moment when he had changed his mind except that the same fervor he'd ran from routine he now ran toward it. This is a morning like all the others. He prays it never ends.

The Adam tucked between Ronan and the familiar wooden walls of this room is the same Adam as all the other nights. Here in the slow, familiar morning, Ronan still has Adam as he remembers.

Ronan blinks as the light sparks in his eyes, the familiar warmth of the bed falling over him. His hands reach for Adam like instinct, snaking through the dark without need for sight. Fear is a constant thing  that sleeps in his body - stuck in his muscles, taking up space in his throat. He wakes each morning intensely afraid that something in between night and now might have changed irreparably. Even in the dark Ronan can feel the moment Adam snaps awake and this, too, is graciously familiar.

Adam shifts under the covers and reaches out to catch one of the light baubles in the gentle pinch of his fingers. It spins on itself, growing listless and less robust in the absence of its twin. Adam releases it. Gravity stabilizes the two lights back into delighted dancing orbit. He turns to Ronan.

working for the knife (feniall version)

I find the memory again, splintered and weaved into others that look just like it, but I recognize the crease of his eyelid. The curl in his hair. This is already done.

I hold my palm to her trembling mouth, force her to swallow the whisps of her regret.

"You're going to remember this, love, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

I hold it for her. Every heavy thing. But this I will not take away. She will ask me night after night (these I will gather to be lost in the river. do not call me a hypocrite. this is not my fault) but I will not lessen her burden. She must know the pain she's caused him. Feel it even if she does not understand it. This is all I ask her to carry.

Some things are too heavy even for me.

[inkykeiji]

OMG CLARI!! I JUST READ TAG YOU’RE IT AND AGHH ITS SO GOOD!! HOW DO U COME UP W SUCH GREAT STORIES LIKE DRUG DEALER DADDY DABI AGHHH AND DELIVERING HIS STUFF IS SO CUTE AND THE WAY HES MAKING READER FEEL SAFE, THE WAY HES SO PROTECTIVE OF READER EVEN FROM HER OWN BROTHER AGHH ITS JS PERFECT. AND HIS DATES AND STUFF HE TAKES READER TO IS SO NICE. VERY MUCH LANA VIBES (im a huge lana stan so i be associating everything w lana’s songs 😭 and by everything i mean dabi ) AND KEIGO AND HIS ADDICTION AND HOW HE FEELS LIKE HE CAN FLY AGHH ITS SO WELL WRITTEN PLS U NEVER FAIL TO AMAZE US W UR WRITINGGGGG IM LOOKING FORWARD TO EVERYTHING U PUT OUT! DABI IN THIS UNIVERSE SEEMS VERY COOL IDK I JS LOOK UP TO HIM AND SHIT LIKE WOWW U ARE SO PRETTY AND SO COOL AGH. LIKE THE WAY HE DIDNT DO ANYTHING THAT FIRST NIGHT JS AMAZES ME CUZ LIKE THATS RLLY ATTRACTIVE TO ME. LIKE IT WAS SO COOL AGH HE DIDNT LOSE HIS COMPOSURE OR ANYTHING AND IT JS MAKES ME ADMIRE HIM ALSO I HOPE U GET WELL SOON CUZ I SAW THAT UR SICK AGAIN? :((( - 🧚🏻‍♀️

FARIY BB HELLO!!!!!! i hope you’re doing well sweetpea!! <333

eeeee thank you so much!!! YES he is quite protective over her! i sat down and thought about what i think the daddy kink version of dabi would be like, and lil bit of poison dabi was the outcome!!! he’d still be so teasing and a little mean, is kind of condescending when it comes to the kink itself and definitely gets a kick out of it, but when it really comes down to it, and when his baby really needs her daddy (like in the stairwell!), he switches into daddy mode <333 i quite like this iteration of dabi a lot!!! i feel like he’s a breath of fresh air while still sticking to the core characteristics that make dabi DABI, yknow??? that was my main goal here!!

GLAD YOURE PICKING UP ON THE LANA VIBES AHAHAHA BECAUSE I LISTENED TO HER A LOT THROUGHOUT WRITING THIS!!!

he is super cool!!! he definitely has that kind of like, cool calm n collected vibe of a golden age hollywood actor (james dean is always the one that comes to mind for me aaaah) or like, a 1950s greaser dude—or at least, that’s how i intended for him to come across!!

I AM SICK AGAIN but i’m slowly getting better now and working real hard to take care of myself and get my health back up to par!! thank you so much my lik fairy <33

[ticklish-n-stuff]

ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ okay, so what if like Rui was trying take a nap on Tsukasa’s lap during lunch break and Tsukasa brushes his hand through his hair and thats how he finds out his ears are ticklish or something

･:*+.\(( °ω° ))/.:+

Tickletober day 26: New discovery (again)

OMG?! MARRY ME RN! HOW DARE YOU COME UP WITH SUCH A CUTE SCENERIO!!! PLS THIS MADE ME SO SOFT FOR MY BOYS!

I hope you like it :3

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Rui x Tsukasa (romantic)

Lee: Rui

Ler: Tsukasa

Warnings: Tickles!

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It was lunchtime over at Kamiyama high. The boys had eaten together, or more so Tsukasa scolded Rui into eating his vegetables... which he still didn't. Either way, Rui was now feeling tired and being the bestest boyfriend in the world, Tsukasa offered him to lay down in his lap. The purple haired male lost no time getting comfy in his partner's lap, nuzzling against his thighs as if they were a soft cushion.

Tsukasa chuckled as he softly ran his hand across Rui's hair, gently brushing his fingertips through it. It felt quite relaxing for Rui, definitely made the sleepiness worse. His eyes fluttered close as he let out a sigh of satisfaction, wishing this moment could last forever. Although, Tsukasa's fingers would ever so often stroke along the shell of his ear, causing him to scrunch up his shoulders and to let out some soft, cute giggles.

"Hm? What's so funny?" the blonde quirked an eyebrow up as he kept caressing Rui's hair.

"I-it's nohothing!" he chortled out, his cheeks slowly turning red. Of course Tsukasa wasn't convinced, he looked down at where he was touching and that's when it hit him. A smirk made it's way onto his face as he lightly wiggled a finger behind Rui's ear. "EEP! Ehehehe! T-Tsukasahaha!" Rui squealed and whined as he tried squirming away from the evil finger.

"How come you didn't tell me you have ticklish ears?! That's so cute!" Tsukasa smiled down at him as he kept caressing the cute tickle spot.

"Okahahay! I gehet it!" looks like Rui wasn't going to be able to take his nap, oh well. He sat back up, thinking Tsukasa would let him be but oh no no no he was so wrong. Tsukasa found this detail of his rather adorable so of course he had to exploit it.

"Aww c'mon, it can't be THAT bad~" Tsukasa's smile grew wider as he went back to lightly scratching behind Rui's ear, enjoying all the cute giggles and sounds his boyfriend produced.

"Pfft! Ahahahaha!" poor Rui would try leaning away from the ticklish touch, but didn't really do anything to stop him.

"Gahh you're like a ticklish 'lil kitty, so cute!" Tsukasa teased as he clutched his chest all dramatically, making Rui whine once more through his giggles. But their fun would soon be over when the school bell rang. Well... Rui let out a sigh of relief. Before he could get up to leave though, Tsukasa pulled him towards him and whispered into his ear "We'll continue this later~". Even Tsukasa's breath hitting against his ear was enough to send ticklish chills down his spine. Rui was definitely awaiting dreading what he'd do after class.

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Anyone who requests one of my fave blorbos is automatically engaged to me/j 💖💖💖

[xkotaro16w]

For the new event, SFW numbers 7, 9, and 30 with a GN S/o please and thank you! Also, congrats Kotaro on 500+ followers! You rock! :D

—𝟻00+ 𝙵𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝—

Prompt: 7. Cuddle, 9. Comforting, 30. Reminder.

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x GN!S/O.

CW: Fluff, comfort, grammatical error, OOC.

A/N: I wanna write fluffy things be4 i start another nsfw EHEHE ૮₍´｡ᵔ ꈊ ᵔ｡`₎ა & THX A LOT ANON JHEGSJBFMJGFJHWF ( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و ♡ I HOPE U LIKE THIS EHEHEHE (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈)

7. CUDDLE

Leona is a tsundere lion beastman who actually loves to cuddle with his mate, YOU. He needs it, he's actually pretty clingy. On the other hand, you skip class more often than before because he wants to cuddle with you.

Cuddling with him is warm, comfortable, tranquil, and feel sleepy. He falls asleep in 3 seconds. If you cuddle with him, you can braid his hair, scratch his ears, give him head pats, you can style his hair as well. Sing for him is a good one as well!

This man is a big spoon, but if you’re bigger than him and you can make him as a small spoon, DAMN, that’s cute! He won’t let the other finds out that he becomes the small one. So, do it in private! But small spoon or big spoon, he prefers to cuddle in private. No one can see him becomes a soft cute lion boy.

Leona loves cuddle! Give it to him! He’ll deny it that he loves it, lowkey if he can have it everyday, he’ll have it. 

His lion ears move rapidly at the sound of your movement. The emerald eyes of his take a peek at you to see your presence. Your smile is enough to make his day better than before, he proceeds to move and cuddle you from behind.

You could feel his breathe on the crook of your neck, it’s warm, his tail wraps around hand. Perhaps staying like this for the next few hours isn’t that bad. Unfortunately, he won’t let you go when you try to go to your class, a deep groan escapes from his mouth.

“Do you MUST go?”

9. COMFORTING

Actually Leona is having a hard time to comfort with his words, but he’ll try his best! If you need comfort with hugs, kisses, touches, etc, he can give it to you (for free of course). If you need a space to be alone, he understands you and gives it to you. Take your time, you can always vent or talk to him!

If he’s the one who needs comfort, he’ll come to you for comfort affections! He doesn’t talk bout it that much, but he’ll talk a little bit. Just reassure him with positive words and affections! 

Well, he’ll try his best to comfort you in his way! You can comfort him both with words and affections, but he understands the meaning of your affections. Without words, he understands it from you expression as well.

Today wasn’t a good day for you, you knew this will happen, yet you were surprised because it was worse than you think. Since this morning, everything was a mess. Your mood became worse and worse as the time passed.

Your boyfriend observed your expressions, your complexions, the aura around you is different, he could sense it. He won’t force you to tell him everything, because he knows you’ll come to him and talk about it if you’re ready. The lion immediately pulls you to a calm and private place to comfort you.

“Hey, it’s okay now, herbivore… ‘M here…”

30. REMINDER

This lion cares for you. But Leona might says he doesn’t care to people about you, lowkey he cares too much. The way he reminds you of something isn’t sound like a reminder to you, but that’s just him, even though you’re the only one who gets a lot of reminders from him.

If you remind him something BESIDE SCHOOL, he replies you right away. If you remind him something ABOUT SCHOOL, damn, he groans and frowns, he can have a headache because both you and Ruggie reminds him about his homework...

But if you remind him simply about eating, sleeping (don’t forget to eat, etc), he’s HAPPY! Someone cares for him until they tell him something like that! 

Just by seeing you run Crowley’s errands, the lion can feel how bothersome and tired they are. He’s… Perplexed, how can you even do Crowley’s job? That’s his job, not yours. There are many times where he couldn’t spend his times with you.

Not only that, you need to do your homework as well, if you need money then you need to search for a part time job. He’s laying in the bed and you’re doing your homework in his desk. As the lion sighs palpably, he finally speaks to you.

“Oi, don’t forget to take a break, will ya?”

I DO NOT OWN TWISTED WONDERLAND & DO NOT REPOST MY WORKS.

[moemoemammon]

may i request hcs for a poly mc?

Poly!MC with the Demon Brothers!

(GN!MC as always✌️)

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Lucifer

He will never get over the fact that he's got to share you with his annoying ass brothers. But as the most patient(?) of the seven, he's learned to compromise

And by 'compromise' I mean literally making a schedule for how much time everyone gets with you, to avoid unnecessary fights. They all get you for an entire day, on a respective day of the week in chronological order. (Lucifer on Sunday, Mammon Monday, etc)

Though... we all know he abuses the system by making excuses like "MC, I need you in my office for a moment. I'd like to discuss your grades." and "Come with me for a moment, MC. I'd like you to explain something to me."

Basically he fools everyone by making it sound like you're in trouble, when he literally just wants to hang out with you some more. Maybe he can convince you that all you really need is him..? Jk he respects your decision even if it eats him alive because why his brothers of all people-

"As much as I don't understand your choice, I've lived with those six long enough to know how to deal with them. That being said... I also know how to keep them at bay. We'll have plenty of time to ourselves, hm?"

Mammon

The only brother that can see through Lucifer's ruse, but he can't say anything about it because... come on, it's Lucifer we're talking about.

But that's not stopping him from arguing about that dumb schedule! Why's he got to wait until MONDAY, which is a SCHOOL DAY, just to hang out with you?? Why does he have to go second when he was your FIRST???

Keeps trying to convince you to skip classes with him so you can sneak away and spend the day together. Nobody's got to know, okay?

The whole once-a-week thing teaches Mammon the importance of time management, so he's making the most of the time he's got when you're all his. He's taking you on all sorts of dates and there's no way he'll take no for an answer, got it??

"Oi! What did I tell ya about makin' those goo goo eyes at Levi, huh?! Only look at ME like that, understand? Just you wait, I'll take ya on a date so great, you'll only be able to think about THE Great Mammon! ....Huh? Y-yeah, I want ya to hold my hand."

Levi

Tuesday has officially become his favorite day, for reasons that have nothing to do with the upcoming Ruri-chan themed maid cafe event going on soon-

Tuesday's actually used to be his raid days, when he’d get online with his rpg buddies and do dungeon runs until dawn. But now? He's sacrificed all of that just so he can take the time to enjoy being with you

He may not know much about traditional dating, but don't underestimate the power of an otaku with centuries of dating sim knowledge under his belt-! He'll show you so much moe, your head will pop!!

Just be patient with him, okay? He's seriously trying to be romantic here, even if the thought of holding your hand is enough to make his palms sweaty. But he's not passing up an entire day filled with MC-! Not even his inferiority complex will get in his way!

"Eheheh... I've spent all night coming up with the perfect plan of action! First! We're going to have a TSL marathon of all your favorite episodes! Second! We'll speedrun that game you wanted to play, because I bought it! Third! We'll make a TSL-themed dinner to enjoy in my room! Then, we- ..Huh? What do you mean there won't be enough time? S-seriously?!"

Satan

Wednesday... well, that's right in the middle of the week, so it gives him plenty of time to carefully plan what he wants to do with you when it's his turn to have you. (He also does everything in his power to ruin Lucifer's dates oop-)

We all know Satan's gonna write a whole ass dating journal filled with all sorts of romantic ideas he wants to try out on you.

It's a literal date planner, and he's got things meticulously scheduled just to ensure he makes the most out of your day. You'll have to tell him that you prefer to go with the flow, or he might get a little overzealous-

But having a chance to settle down and realize that it's alright to relax once in a while is a relief. He can't help but feel annoyed when he sees you with the others, and it makes him want to cram even more of himself into your thoughts, so a breather is definitely needed.

"You know, I've been reading more books of the romance genre lately, and it's been giving me ideas for how to spend my time with you. I know you said I shouldn't take live advice from a novel, but... when I read the stories, I can't help but picture the two of us. Shall we read some of them together?"

Asmo

Thursday?? Why couldn't he have a weekend??? Everyone knows there's nothing fun happening on a Thursday night... That being said, Asmo has to get creative!

He's no stranger to improvised romance, so this boy pulls out all the stops and always delivers?? Somehow???? He can plan the perfect date in under thirty minutes-

And the time away from you makes him realize that he actually has to consider the depth of those dates. He finds he's not satisfied with cheap, devilgrammable dates anymore. He wants substance!

So he's taken to staying home with you, carefully and quietly getting to know you, and sharing himself with you. He loves it best when the date leaves him craving more and thinking of nothing but your smile. He hopes you can say the same, too.

"...Aaand that's how you do a cross stitch! Levi taught me that one, and it's saved my life a dozen times! It was a great idea that we should make matching wallets, huh? I'm just FULL of ideas like that! Go ahead and praise me all you want~!❤️"

Beel

Madame Screams does a discount on their sweets every other Friday, when they rotate their stock. He couldn't be happier! Though, he’d be fine with any day of the week tbh-

That doesn't mean he doesn't value his time with you, though. It being close to the weekend means he gets to stay up late with you, the two of you sneaking into the kitchen at night to smuggle away a mountain of snacks

Or he'll take you out into the mountains for a picnic, hoping the view of the surrounding scenery and your face will curb his appetite.

He couldn't be happier to have you for an entire day. A whole day, where hunger is just an afterthought and all he cares about is making you laugh... It makes him happy. He's starting to love Fridays even more now.

"Are you sure you're not tired? We've been hiking for a while....Here, hop on my back. I don't mind it. It's nice when I get to be close to you like this....Hm? My face is red? I think it's the heat.. maybe."

Belphie

Saturday, huh? Perfect. He preps for the weekend by sleeping as much as possible on Friday, so he can stay up all Saturday with you.

And when night falls? That's when his plan really comes into play. He spends the entire day doing the things you want to do, making sure you're thoroughly worn out so when it's time for bed, he has no problem coaxing you into bed with him.

And he's exhausted at that point so once he wraps his arms around you and falls asleep, there's no escape. The longer you're stuck there, the less time he spends glaring at Lucifer for stealing you on Monday.

But really.. the highlight of it all is the big, goofy grin on your face when he watches you indulge in the things you love. Even if it might not be his cup of tea, he's just happy that you're happy. And if he can keep you away from Lucifer, it's a win win.

"If you keep smiling like that, it'll make it even harder to give you away tomorrow. But you know.. we could just run away for a day or two. We could go camping somewhere, and stare up at the stars all night long. It'll be our secret."

[mysteryshoptls]

R Kalim Al-Asim PE Uniform Personal Story

"I can't just leave you alone"

[Sports Field]

Kalim: Aaah～ I'm starving! Today's physical training was really hard.

Kalim: Doo-do-doo ♪ 'Kay, lunchtime～ …Huh?

Kalim: That little guy over there… That's definitely Idia's little brother Ortho, right?

Ortho: …

Kalim: Heeey, Ortho! What're you doing, moping over here all by yourself?

Ortho: Kalim Al-Asim-san… Hello…

Kalim: Hello― Hey, wait, what's wrong, you're really not looking good.

Kalim: If somethings bugging you, I can totally help!

Ortho: Actually, today my brother and I had plans to play outside today.

Kalim: You mean that Idia promised to play outside? That's great.

Ortho: Yeah. We were going to try out the new drone that my brother made to assess its performance, but…

Ortho: He was just unable to reach the rank rewards in his online game, so…

Ortho: He's super depressed, so I came out by myself.

Kalim: What's with that?! Just because he lost at a game… Keeping his promise to play with his brother should be much more important!

Ortho: Don't speak bad about my brother!

Kalim: !!

Ortho: Nii-san is a nice, smart, and an amazing brother. It's just, he's a little bit eccentric is all…

Kalim: …Oh, okay. Sorry, I didn't mean to speak ill of your brother.

Ortho: It's fine. As long as you understand.

Kalim: Alright. Then, do you wanna play with me in place of Idia?

Ortho: Eh! Is that okay!?

Kalim: Yeah! Whenever I'm down, I find that the best thing to do is to just let it all out.

Kalim: So, let's play with that dro―whatever it's called! I don't know what I need to do, though!

Ortho: If you're going to hang out with me, we can do anything. We can do what you like to do, Kalim Al-Asim-san!

Kalim: Oh, then, do you wanna dance?

Ortho: Dance…?

Kalim: If you dance to the beat of the music, all the bad stuff'll just fly away, y'know?

Ortho: That sounds fun! I've never danced before. I'd love to dance together with you!

Ortho: Okay, then I'll install some dance data right now.

Kalim: …Install?

Ortho: Yep. I don't have any data on how to dance in my programming yet.

Ortho: What kind of dance will we do? The waltz? The salsa? Breakdance?

Ortho: I don't really know, so I'll install all of it!

Kalim: Wow, you can just learn anything you want just like that? That's amazing!

Kalim: But it'll be no fun if you're able to dance perfectly from the get go.

Ortho: …Is that so?

Kalim: That's right. It's fun because you get better little by little by practicing!

Kalim: Besides, even if you don't know what to do at first, all you gotta do is move your body to the rhythm and you'll be fine.

Ortho: Hmmm. Are you sure I'll be able to learn that way? It doesn't sound very efficient.

Kalim: It'll be fine! I'll stick with you until you learn how to dance properly, Ortho.

Ortho: …

Ortho: …Ehehe.

Kalim: Why're you laughing all of a sudden?

Ortho: No reason. I was just thinking about how nice you are, Kalim Al-Asim-san.

Kalim: Really?

Kalim: I've got little brothers too, y'know. I can't just leave you alone and sad like that.

Ortho: You've got younger brothers, huh!

Kalim: Yeah, a ton of them! Another one was born just the other day, too.

Kalim: I have so many little siblings that I bet I could fill a whole dormitory!

Ortho: Wow! That many?

Kalim: Doesn't matter how many there are, younger siblings are the cutest.

Ortho: Eheheh. Your little siblings must be the luckiest!

[growl…]

Kalim: Ah. My stomach… Oh right, I didn't eat lunch yet.

Kalim: Then, I'm gonna go eat some of Jamil's home-made lunch before we start dancing. You should come too, Ortho!

Ortho: Yay!

Kalim: …Oh hey, what do you eat anyway, Ortho?

Requested by Anonymous.

[wonwoonlight]

📣:Wonwoo // fluff // 700~ words // cont. of this

A/N: wow! been so long since i last did a request hahah. with this being out, i only have 1 single request left in my ask that i promise i'd do one of these days🙈 this was just to give a little surprise update between my daisy updates eheheh. thank you for the request anon, enjoy!!!

find the rest of requested drabble here

“Wonwoo, I think we should just end it here before it’s too late,” you dramatically say as you put down your chopsticks, looking at him with pure betrayal on your face. “It’s been… really great and you’re a very good man. And I’m not lying when I say I like spending time with you. But… I don’t think I can do this anymore. I’m really sorry.”

Wonwoo bursts out laughing at this, to the point where his cheeks hurt and he has to try his best to hold himself back from squishing your face on his palms. “Because I don’t like seafood?”

“Yes!” You shake your head in disbelief. “They are the food, Won! How can you not eat them when you don’t even have allergies?”

He shrugs nonchalantly, enjoying your tendency to be dramatic everytime you find out about yet another point of interest that goes against each other’s preference.

“They just… taste weird,” he scrunches his nose. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s the smell and the texture.”

“You literally eat smelly tofu with Jun.”

“It was one time!”

“And you brought me with you!”

“In my defense, I didn’t know Jun was bringing us to that place,” he says back. “He just asked if I was up for… new experiences and so I thought why not bring you with me if you’re free?”

You visibly cringe at the memory, teeth gritting together though there’s something fond bubbling inside your chest. It is a memorable event, after all, and it’s still funny no matter how many times you think about it.

It was just last month when Wonwoo had called you out of nowhere, not that it’s really surprising because ever since that meeting in the cat cafe two months ago, you’ve been considerably spending a lot of time with Wonwoo.

To be honest, when Wonwoo had asked for your number, you didn’t think a guy like him would text you almost immediately. You assumed he’d take a few days, maybe even a week; but he had texted you that night just to tell you it’s his number and to wish you a good night.

And if you’re being completely honest, you wouldn’t answer if this hadn’t been Wonwoo—but his impression is actually quite something and you find yourself intrigued to say the least.

You’re blaming his glasses and the sharp eyes behind those lenses for that.

After that, you’ve gone on three more dates prior to this one, plus that trip to Chinatown with Junhui. You were just lazing around when Wonwoo had called to ask if you’re free, and you pretended to be checking your empty schedules when he asked if you’d like to come with him and his friend just so you wouldn’t embarrass yourself and say yes immediately.

“Well, at least now I know not to believe Jun when he wants to… uh, share new experiences with me,” you say jokingly, earning a laugh from Wonwoo.

“Where should we go next?” he asks before continuing his meal.

“Huh?” you ask with pure confusion in your tone. “I thought we agreed to end it here?”

Wonwoo looks at you with bored eyes, asking you to drop it already. “I’ll buy you all the seafood you want. I’d just not eat them. Isn’t that good? More food for you?”

“You have your ways with words huh,” you narrow your eyes at him. “Okay. I’ll give you one more date before I decide if I really want to date you.”

The sound of his soft chuckle greets your ears and you can’t help but bite back your own grin at the way he mutters something along the way of ‘yes, yes. thank you for the chance, your highness’. It’s just so easy to flirt with Wonwoo and you’re glad he indulges you even when you’re being ridiculous. It’s your mission to find out the limit of stupidity he’s willing to indulge for you.

“Anything you’d like to do?” he asks, remembering the last few places you went to are all his choices.

“I want dessert,” you hum to yourself. “Something sweet. Maybe cakes? Or puddings.”

“Oh,” he softly exclaims, looking at you with that look.

“Won…” you whine, already knowing where this is going. “Don’t tell me you don’t like desserts?”

He just grins sheepishly, though you can immediately detect the amused glint in his eyes as he looks at you.

“I’m just not into swe—”

“Finish that sentence, I dare you.”

“At least we have the same preference in fictions, right?” he says instead as he grins wider, practically telling you he finds all this difference between you and him amusing. He’s lucky he’s handsome, really.

[kasey-writes-stuff]

How about 10 and or 17 with ler!Sapnap and lee!Quackity

I don’t have a title oops

Sapnap woke up feeling ler today but it was a mix of a ler mood of sorts he was feeling really teasy but he was also feeling soft… He slowly opened his eyes and saw he was alone in the bed, it wasn’t unusual as he usually slept later than his fiancés. He yawned and stretched as he got out of bed taking a quick shower and brushing his teeth before heading out to the living room. He plopped down on the touch next to Quackity another yawn escaping as he laid his head on Quackity’s shoulder.

Quackity smiled softly, “good morning sweet heart how’d you sleep”

Sapnap smiled softly, “mornin I slept really good it helps having two big cuddle bugs around, speaking of where’s Karl?”

Quackity giggled softly, “He said something about going to visit Tina for a little bit today wasn’t sure when he’d be home but he’ll try and be home before dark, oh he asked me to give you this!”

Quackity turned his head gently grabbing sapnaps head and kissing his cheek..

Sapnap blushed softly, “That man is too sweet..”

Quackity nods, “isn’t he though, so what do you wanna do today?”

Sapnap smirks softly “Wellllll…. I did kinda wake up in a ler mood so…”

Quackity’s eyes widen as he now blushes softly, “O-oh really… what um what what kind of ler mood is it?”

Sapnap smiles, “Oh you know just a teasy soft one…”

Quackity gulps softly face noticeably pink now, “O-oh oh r-really one of um one of those..”

Quackity did not handle teasing well at all and that paired with soft tickles which he also can’t handle?!? He’s basically doomed in the best way

Sapnap lifts his head from Quackity’s shoulder and turns to face him, “Mhm! So what do you say Quackity you up for some tickles?”

Quackity rubs the back of his neck, “Well um well I uh you haven’t even ate breakfast yet don’t you uh wanna eat first?”

Sapnap shakes his head softly, “no I think the part of me that wants food can wait… I’d rather feed the part of me that wants your giggles first!”

With that he gently tackles Quackity to the couch sitting on his waist

Quackity squeaks in surprise giggles already threatening to tumble out, “EEK! S-sahapnap!”

Sapnap smiles brightly, “Yes my beloved? What’s wrong so excited for your tickle tickle tickles you’re already giggling hmm?”

Quackity’s face already begins turning from pink to red as he shakes his head, “shuhuttt uhuhppp dohohnntt shahhayyy thahhatt!”

Sapnap shakes his head, “Can’t even take me saying the word tickle… man I wonder how bad it would be if I…”

Sap leans down to Quackity’s face placing gentle kisses and saying, “tickle” after each one

Quackity is immediately a mess of giggles face scrunching eyes closed as he wiggles and turns his face side to side but it does nothing to stop the on slaught of tickly kisses, “Eheheh ahahah nohoho nohoho shahhahapppnnahhahappp stohohhoppp!”

Sapnap smirks, “You don’t really mean that now come on we both know you don’t you’re just too flustered to say anything else… hmm let’s see I think your cheeks are about all tickly kissed out where should I go next?”

Quackity’s eyes widen, “W-whahhattt? Y-you you want meheh to choose!?!”

Sapnap nods “Yep I want you to choose! If you really can’t though then I’m sure I can find somewhere~”

Quackity is blushing beyond belief as he thinks a moment finally swallowing his pride “Fihhihnneheh mhihiyyy tuhuhmmyy pllhehehahasehehe”

Sapnap nods “Okay now you know halloween is very soon so how about a little game trick or treat?”

Quackity is confused but plays along anyways “umm treat!”

Sapnap smiles softly “Okay!”

He leans down a gives Quackity’s tummy a small kiss making him squeak and his stomach twitch as he giggles

“Eek! Sahhappnahhapp!”

Sapnap smiles “Well you said treat so that’s your treat! Let’s do it again trick or treat?”

Quackity let’s his curiosity get the best of him “Trihihiccckk”

Sapnap smirks softly “Alright trick it is!”

He leans down blowing a quick raspberry!

Quackity squeals falling into loud giggles

“EEP AHhahahha nohoho!!”

Sapnap smiles

“Whatttt you’re the one that said trick instead of treat~”

Quackity rolls his eyes softly

“Whahhatttehehvveheherrr ihihi knhohowww thehe gahahammbehe nohhowww soho ihihittss ohohovvehehrr! ehhe you have your fill of giggles yet lover boy? I’m getting hungry”

Sapnap rolls his eyes, softly blushing at the pet name

“I guess for now…”

Quackity now rolls his eyes

“Mhm yea who’s to say I won’t give you the rest of your full of giggles by making you giggle hmm?”

Sapnap blushes more brightly quickly climbing off Quackity

“So um food yea you’re hungry?”

Quackity laughs and the two go off to find something half decent

The end

[chaotic-nick]

Note: aahhhh I'm finally posting this after typing it in around October. Uni just takes up so much of my life these days, I hope you enjoy!

Ooh and this story is actually from one of my advertising storyboards!

Wordcount: 2k // warnings: None

Collab Hosted by: @lacheri for her moonlight muse collab

‘Go upstairs. Rest, you’ll be very busy tomorrow, (Y/n),’ was what’s she’s heard from everyone who came to their house to help with the decorations and party favours in different forms. All them had a similar glint in their eyes when they held her forearm and looked at her with so much . . . may be love? These people only saw her when her family flew in Paradis in the summer, they never saw her grow up.

Even so, it was like they loved her as if she was their own.

And they also came to ask who the groom was. If they were the Mayor’s son or one of the sons from the business families. Who it ws that she enchanted so much that they would marry someone so reserved like (Y/n). Her always so abrasive cousins swooped in, telling them that tomorrow they’d find out who it was.

. . . If they do catch them in time they come out of the church and straight to the private restaurant reserved for her and Miche’s family. Of course, her parents arranged something for the neighbourhood as a thank you for their help.

Looking behind her to make sure that no one followed her to her room, she twisted the knob and entered her childhood room. The very idea of Miche adorned in a suit, waiting for her at the altar, also when he’d see her for the first time, already sending jitters throughout. “Eheheh. Miche my love, I’m gonna see you— Ah—” the initial shock of someone posing on the ledge of a window settled in. The normal response would be to yell. But (Y/n) only let her mouth fall ajar. She did remember to lock the door in case someone knocked and let themselves in.

Confidently, Miche gave her a scoff while feigning insult on his face, “Don’t look at me like that, we’re getting married tomorrow,” just as she couldn’t feel his legs anymore.

“And I already want a divorce.”

“Pfft,” slowly, his hand held up the window open, to move in as quietly as he could. “Let’s go, I’m hungry! Maybe the last date before I call you my wife.”

Now that was cute, really. Except, she wouldn’t be hiding her blush if he didn’t scare her like that.

“The house I’m buying will surely have quieter windows,” he winked at her, knowing that she’d intervene and tell him to buy something worth it with his money.

“Why are you even here, Miche?” To which he pushed the window up again, hanging one leg out. “I can go home if you push me down”

What is it to him and his fascination of entering through windows? That’s how they met before. And it’s what he’s doing now. Sitting down on the bed, she patted the empty spot that he’ll take up. “No,I mean, we’re seeing each other tomorrow.” Her tone was almost unsure that Miche knew that it was also his wedding tomorrow.

“Can’t wait to be honest,” he said so nonchalantly with a roll of his shoulders. “And I’m super hungry.” He fell on the bed with a huff, arm slung over her stomach, taking him with him to lay down. Her hand began scratching the base of his hair.

“Where are we eating?”

His head shot up, revealing the mess of his bangs. “Here in your room if you want your cat satisfied. On my face, right now. Legs spread out.” And that landed a soft slap, the hand on his head closing into a fist to pull him down back on the pillow.

“Jesus Christ, I’m marrying a perv.” They basked in silence for a while, Two months worth of fatigue, and how draining it was not seeing each other finally making itself known. After the wedding, it won’t stop there. She’d still change her last name to his, Miche did promise that he’d be there waiting in the lines with her. In a soft tone, and with a light pull of his ear she said, “Let’s go!”

“What?”

“Thought you said you were hungry, let’s go before I fall asleep.”

“We’ll have to get through the window you know”

“I know how sneaking out works, idiot.”

“Because I taught you how to at your dorms, Mrs Zacharias.” He pinched her cheek when she lowered her face to laugh at the memory of Miche being so bothered that she couldn’t jump over the window.

“Maybe we can go to our college’s branch after the ceremony. You, me, Nana, Erwin— Like, us, the gang.”

“That’s where it all started, huh?” That was a very unexpected flash of nostalgia. The Mcdonald’s where the two of them would order an ice cream cone when they were beginning to warm up to each other. Being the quiet ones of the group, they’d rather wait for the rest to finish their . . . ‘loud antics’, eating in silence.

He pointed the fries down the tray, shaking it out to share. A habit they developed when eating together. Back when it was only her who could afford the extra, extra-large fries. “Mhm, picture this us going there when we were all drunk and then taking a detour in

our wedding clothes. It’d make a cool picture somewhere in our house.”

Instead, she only nodded, opening her jacket to inspect what her hand was patting above the cloth. And she pulled out a green envelop. “What’s that?”

She gave it a long look, reading the front. “I was looking for this— here,” the unfolded paper going over the table to give it to him.

“Something I should be reading?”

“Yup!” Oh, ice cream feels different at ten pm. “It feels weird having to say our vows tomorrow, so I wrote two versions—”

“‘Course you would do that, a safe version and one for me.”

“Mhm, now read it,” one more look from Miche, asking for the final confirmation. “Read it. . .bitch”

“Uh-huh,” he rubbed his fingers free of crumbs, leaning on his chair and holding the letter with both his hands.

Hey Miche, It’s me your fiance. The only one I hope.

So you know the whole deal with me loving stationery so much that I have enough to fill an ikea bookcase, I was going through some of my uni journals and I found the red book! You asked me what was inside that once, and in true fashion, I punched you. It’s the one where I documented you scaring the hell out of me when you knocked on me and Nana’s window— and then she threw a brush at your face the moment Gelgar opened it, telling you to respect my privacy. That started everything now that I think about it. Imagine me being engaged to someone else if Nana wasn’t my roommate.

You’ll get a hold of that book tomorrow at the hotel, I don’t want my nosy cousins looking at you reading it. But this letter is for the twenty-year-old you. Hehe, you probably thought you were super cool, but we were so awkward around each other.

Hey twenty-year-old Miche, you’re probably wondering why I ran off after you kissed me on impulse. Because it was my first and— at that age I thought that I’d be unlovable for the rest of my life. And then I swore I was a heating mess when I saw you standing outside my lecture hall with my cravings, a twenty-piece nugget and large fries. Only water because I hated the feeling after drinking soda.

I swore to myself that it was a crush. But you were always living in the back of my mind during the two years after graduation, and I thank Marie and Nile’s engagement party for bringing the two of us together.

You looked so . . . handsome that my heart palpitated the same way again. Not like that, figuratively of course. But you were so handsome like your hair tied up like that, you looked so confident too. And then it was me who kissed you when you dropped me home. (Thank you for that and all the rides you’ve given me, I really love you)

Twenty-year-old Miche I hope you know you’re gonna marry the girl who was taking your best friend’s attention away from your gang, the girl who snubbed you so much because of your height and how quiet you are. Also your best friend? She’s your best man tomorrow.

“Woah are you crying in a Mcdonald’s?”

“No,” still, he used the side of his hand to wipe at the corner of his eye, sniffing behind the paper. “Maybe. But you try having someone writing you a letter like this,”

A tired smile, anticipating how much he’d be crying when he opens the box of many unsent letters she wrote for him during those two years beneath the red book.

“Who you’re gonna marry tomorrow.” She added.

“I am a lucky man, really.”

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