#person: chubby dumpling

[hyukassubi]

Txt when their s/o has chubby cheeks!!

A/n: AAA as a person with very cute chubby cheeks I just had this thought, so I had to write it down lol. Also this isn't proofread 🏃‍♀️💨

Genre: fluff<3

Warnings: none. (Tell me if there is any tho!!)

Summary: you got big ol' squishy chubby cheeks and the boys LOVE it 🥰✨

Yeonjun

Everytime you both do your facials, yeonjun would go behind you and wash your face for you, squishing your cheeks in every way possible infront of the bathroom mirror.

"Junnie, stop, I look like a dumpling!"

He doesn't stop. "My cute little dumpling." <33 He squeezes your face more.

He likes that name so much he calls you that pretty much everyday now

"Sleep well, dumpling."

You secretly find it cute but never tell him.

And do expect big fat kisses from him.

Especially after a big win, when Yeonjun's very proud of you or himself he just goes on over to you and places the fattest smooch on both your cheeks. (Yassss, we stan equality‼️🙌🙌)

Soobin

Soobin noticed how cute and puffy your cheeks looked, sorta like a rabbit.

And when the both of you started dating and he tried kissing you on the cheek, his world came to life.

Legit sparkles and rainbows in his eyes while he's trying so hard to keep a straight face.

From then on, he kept kissing your cheek. There was never a day he didn't kiss you on the cheek.

Not when he greets you with a kiss.

You'd be making breakfast and he greets you with a kiss. You'd come home from work and he walks up to you and kisses you.

It's second-hand nature at this point.

Sometimes he forgets whether or not he's kissed you yet and would ask you if he did.

"Y/n, did I kiss you just now?" 🧍😗🫶

"Yes, sweetie, yes you did." 🫶😊

🤨🤨 "I didn't? Darling I'm so sorry." He gets up from the dining table and walks over to you.

"But- baby you did-"

He kisses you anyway and you get all pink 💖💖

You're suprized how you kept track of his kisses up til this point.

Beomgyu

This man bites you.

He'd just walk over to you randomly then proceeds to suction cup your cheek with his lips

Legit you'd just be standing like 🧍 and then all the sudden you see this next to you: ✨👄✨

When he's in public he literally fights the urge to just nibble you.

He really likes the feel of your plushed cheeks on his lips, on his cheeks.

Yes he'd see you laying down and he'd lay with you, head on top of yours, cheek to cheek.

And you'd kinda just stay there, not moving, very much enjoying this 'cheek kiss'.

You'd play with his hair while you're at it and put on a show until the both of you sleep 🥰🥰 all cuddled up and drained from a long day, this is what the both of you need <33 (mostly what beomgyu needs, though)

He probably sleeps on your cheek better than any pillow (though you do tell him not to do that too much or for too long because health issues 🫶🫶)

Taehyun

Taehyun is more of a starer. You get me?

Like he won't necessarily knead your cheeks or stretch them out.

He kinda just stares.

Until you notice.

"Hi hyunnie!!" 🥰🥰

"Taehyun?" 🤨😦 "Taehyun are you alright?"

Man hasn't blinked in the last five minutes. "Hm? Yes sweetie of course I'm doing great." 🥰🥰

😭😭 you tell him not to stare for too long because sometimes things like this happen more than you expected or would like it to last.

So he pokes your cheeks.

Occasionally.

He leaves quick pecs if he's feeling a little bit lovey dovey that particular day but then quickly covers his mouth at your sheer softness like this 🤭🤭🤭

His lips still tingle after kissing your squishy cheeks <33

What he loves most is when you eat! Because you chew so cutely with your food kept in your cheeks making them even poofier and he just turns all pink and fluffy on the inside 😭😭

Literally imagine eating three times a day everyday with this man- this dude across the table smiling and blushing because of how adorable you are.

(but hey, you do kinda like it when he's totally focused on you hehe)

He couldn't help it!! You're too adorable 😭😭💞

Huening Kai

Like Yeonjun, Huening Kai likes to grab your face and play with your cheeks like playdough

Except he doesn't like anything getting in the way between his fingers and your cheeks.

Lotion, face wash, sunscreen, no to all of that

Mans lives for that skin to skin contact 👏👏🤩

Because of this, he kinda just rubs your face all the time.

Didn't matter what you were doing.

He could walk in a room and immediately cup your face

You would be eating lunch and your cheeks are EVEN CHUBBIER than normal and he'd poke it gently 😭😭

Here's the cutest part

You'd be sleeping peacefully right? And Huening Kai gets you all snuggled up and ready in bed

But before he sleeps with you, he snaps a picture of your angelic sleeping baby face 🥰💞💞

AND IN THE PHOTO HE'D LIGHTLY PINCH THE TOP CORNER OF YOUR CHEEK AAA 😭😭🤧🤧💞💞💞

Bonus: he'd send it to the Txt gc, and the other members would spam crying and heart emojis wishing they could touch your cheeks too 🫶🫶

KSMAJLAJA I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS!!

Reblog and review if you like my work 🫶🫶 they are greatly appreciated!!

[thewritertiger]

strawberry shortcake au!

i can't believe i'm actually going to bother you with my recurring hyperfixation, but here we go,folks!

world building:

This Pinescone au is based on the 80s Strawberry Shortcake series. but with some modifications that I made to adapt to the au and the characters and at the same time taking elements from the other reboots

In this version, Strawberryland is a quiet, remote small town where the tiny habitants spend all seasons harvesting their fruits and vegetables. At the pace of the series, there will be no villains, but there will only be simple problems in the town that end well in the end. (like the children's series of those times. Take reference from My Little Pony (the first generations), the Moomins, the Smurfs)

All the habitants are smaller than fruits, each one has their own job or house in a shape of a sweet (like a cake house, etc.). and each inhabitant is characterized by its fruit flavor and aroma. what makes them unique and differentiable

Everyone in Strawberryland has a specific skill in cooking. (For example, Wirt specializes in the sweets served in cafes.)

There are other towns depending on the flavor and taste (a vegetable town, another of flour, another of ice cream) but Strawberryland focuses on fruits.

pinescone headcanons:

They both met like it happens in the 80s series, except that Dipper would get lost trying to find the town and Wirt would offer him a hand. (just look at the damn video and imagine wirt and dipper singing this adorably!. don't tell me this is not a big deal)

2. Wirt runs a coffee shop in the village and lives there. It is his home and his coffee shop at the same time.

3. (NOT DECIDED YET) Dipper being a strawberry his sister Mabel is a blueberry. Together they are the Berry twins (Help I don't know what fruit to give Mabel I'm between blueberry, cherry, raspberry or like the canonical sister in the 80s series "Apple Dumplings". I need help with this part). Mabel specializes in cooking with excessive sugar dishes and is also the town's fashion designer.

4. Mabel forces Dipper to wear the clothes she creates for Dipper. Dipper is embarrassed and frustrated to walk around the town like that. Wirt finds it adorable and cute, and is always curious to know what cute clothes Dipper will wear.

5.Wirt loves cooking for Dipper, it's one of his favorite things because he loves every tender expression of joy that the little strawberry puts on when trying his new and improved desserts.

6.Wirt has the personality of a spoiled and affectionate mother. She loves her friends very much (especially Dipper) and will show her affection through actions.

7.Dipper is considered Wirt's favorite customer at the cafeteria. He sometimes helps him taste his new or improved desserts.

8.They both give each other affectionate nicknames, Dipper is "little strawberry" and Wirt is "orange pie"

9. Dipper doesn't know how to cook, every single thing he cooks burns. It's considered weird not to know how to cook or specialize in a recipe in Strawberryland. But Dipper doesn't care, his true talent is writing. He writes diaries and books and works for the town newspaper (the poor thing has a lot of writer block)

10.Wirt tries to suppress the desire to kiss and pinch those chubby, pink cheeks that the strawberry has. He is so adorable that sometimes he can't control himself.

11. They both like each other, Wirt knows his feelings perfectly while Dipper still doesn't admit it. They both didn't declare themselves for fear of ruining their friendship.

12.Wirt writes music and poetry in his freetime, he shares it with Dipper after closing at night. All his poems and music are dedicated to Dipper but he doesn't realize it yet.

13.Dipper is very absent-minded and clumsy lol

that's all you can go now pipipipi

[han-yucil]

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Just Like The Sun

summary: you felt a little down one rainy day, luckily though Park Gunwook is your boyfriend pairing: Gunwook x Male Reader genre: fluff

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You're usually a very bright and cheery person but it seems like today isn't like the usual. At this time of the day you'd usually be out with your friends, having fun and making them smile because of your silly little antics.

It was a rainy saturday and you seem to be weeping with the clouds today as you were curled up in you bed with your blanket making you look like a wrapped up little dumpling. You sigh as you look outside the window only to see the raindrops racing down its glass panes.

You were about to bury your face on the plethora of pillows on your bed when you heard a knock on the door. "Y/n, can I come in My Sol?" You heard from outside the door.

You didn't respond because you knew your lovely boyfriend, Gunwook, would make himself welcome inside your room either way. If you were the bright sun then he would be the moon. He shines cooly while you shine brightly. He's the perfect boyfriend you could've asked for, and he thinks the same way about you too.

He sat on your bed before he fixed the strands of hair that were covering your face.

"What's the matter My Sol?" He asked in the sweetest and most softest voice possible making your heart melt.

You didn't respond again but instead raised both of your hands signaling for him to lay down and cuddlee with you.

Both sides of his lips rose before laying down and making you use his biceps as a pillow and caging you into a big yet soft bear hug. He knows you love it, that's why whenever you cuddle he'd always make you use it as a pillow. You'd even bite it sometimes.

You snuggle in his chest and let the silence envelop you two.

In all honestly you didn't really know why you were like this in the first place. You just woke up feeling a little bit sad and you don't really know the reason.

You looked up to see what he was doing only to find out that he was looking at you. You feel your cheeks get a little warm as you snuggle your face on his chest once more making him giggle a little. You felt him kiss the top of your head before starting to caress it slowly and softly.

For such a big guy like your boyfriend, he's really soft and gentle with you. I mean you're tall too with a height of 5'8 but he is 6'0ft tall with a big muscular body unlike yours who relies on your fast metabolism to just to not get a bit chubby(he wouldn't mind if you're a little more plump though, infact he'd love it!)

"I love you My Sol" He says before kissing the top of your head once more. You snuggle with him a little tighter earning a little giggle out of him making you smile underneath his broad chest.

And as if you and the weather were one, the rain stopped and the rays of sunshine began to appear just like the smile that's been growing on your face.

[idontknowanametouse]

Genshin cringe headcanons part 6: Liyue teens

This post reclaims the term "cringe". If you use it as an insult or is triggered by it, please DNI

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Name: Chongyun

Gender: transmasc demiboy, he/they/ice/ghost

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically chinese, has albinism, white hair dyed light blue, blue eyes.

Age: 16

Sexuality: asexual gay

Personality: optimistic, introvert, easily exciting, naive, does not understand lies, sarcasm or jokes.

Area of greatest ability: exorcism, books

Likes: ghost stories, snow, small mamallians, cold tea, Xiangling's food (the non-spicy one)

Dislikes: pranks, not seeing ghosts, being "drunk" with ices yang energy

Fears/triggers: big animals, being alone, needles

Kins: winter, shiny things, soft stuff, light blue, marbles, paint

Family: Shenhe (biological aunt) Xianyun (adoptive grandmother)

Relationship status: dating Xingqiu

Friends: Xiangling, Hu Tao, Yanfei, Gaming, Qiqi, Baizhu, Itto, Yelan, Tartaglia

Disabilities: autistic, ADD, fibromyalgia

Belief: believes Rex Lapis and has taoist-like practices

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Name: Xiangling Maö

Gender: cis girl, she/her

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically chinese, black, chubby, spoon-kind body, black eyes, braided curly black hair, burn scars on her hands and arms

Age: 14

Sexuality: abroromantic, greyromantic, asexual

Personality: easily exciting, very forgiving, naive, extrovert, may be invasive without knowing

Area of greatest ability: cooking

Likes: travelling on the Crux, making food for her friends and family, getting/hunting new ingredients, onion, fried crystalflies

Dislikes: being limited by other people, when people are rude

Fears/triggers: dying from cold, losing Guoba

Kins: bear, fire, food, cherry blossoms

Family: Wanmin (biological dad) madam Ping (adoptive grandma) Yaoyao (biological little sister) Yanfei (adoptive cousin)

Relationship status: single

Friends: Chongyun, Gaming, Hu Tao, Xingqiu, Beidou, Ganyu, Xinyan, Thoma, Tartaglia

Disabilities: ADHD, dyspraxia, Guoba acts as a service animal and helps her on day to day tasks

Belief: believes Rex Lapis and has taoist-like practices

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Name: Yanfei

Gender: trans girl, she/it

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically chinese, white skin, pink hair, black eyes, dark circles, vitiligo

Age: 16

Sexuality: asexual lesbian

Personality: just, ludical, daydreamer, idealistic, easily exciting, sometimes way too anxious

Area of greatest ability: knowing of the law

Likes: studying the penal code, insects, playing with its hair, reading, tofu

Dislikes: showing off her body, fishing, cold food, when bad people pay their way out of their responsabilities

Fears/triggers: being called a freak, yelling, being abandoned

Kins: sand, clay, antlers, books, fire

Family: Xiangling, Yaoyao (adoptive cousins) Wanmin (adoptive uncle) Ping (adoptive great-aunt)

Relationship status: dating Hu Tao

Friends: Itto, Shinobu, Xingqiu, Gaming, Yelan, Chongyun, Qiqi, Ganyu, Xianyun, Shenhe, Eula, Heizou

Disabilities: autistic, chronic back pain, insomnia, fibromyalgia

Belief: believes Rex Lapis and has taoist-like practices

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Name: Hu Tao

Gender: transfem demigirl, she/they/it/ghost/xe/spooky/he

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically chinese, dark skin, black hair, brown eyes, thin

Age: 15

Sexuality: asexual lesbian

Personality: playful, peculiar, excentrical, morbid, respectful, caring for every living being, considered weird

Area of greatest ability: funerals

Likes: wax, going to the hills on ghosts own, studying plants, poetry, learning other nations' funerary practices, helping ghosts, steamed fish, prawn dumplings, singing, dancing

Dislikes: qingxin slime, sitting still, being yelled at by other people, people who are rude to her friends

Fears/triggers: not being loved, being considered a freak by those he loves

Kins: ghosts, clay, hilichurls, autumn, halloween, red, calligraphy, stones, butterflies, skeletons, coffins, bath bombs

Family: biological grandpa, Zhongli (adoptive dad) Xiao, Ganyu, Xinyan, Qiqi (adoptive siblings) Childe (found family)

Relationship status: dating Yanfei

Friends: Xiangling, Xingqiu, Chongyun, Gaming, Albedo, Klee, Venti, Shenhe, Xianyun, Kazuha, Furina

Disabilites: autistic, hyperactive, hypermobile

Belief: even though she doesn’t necessairely care about Rex Lapis, he believes him and has taoist-like practices on spookys day-to-day life

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Name: Xingqiu

Gender: transmasc boyflux, he/they/xe/Knight/write/one/ey/she

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically chinese, white skin, black hair dyed dark blue, brown eyes

Age: 15

Sexuality: gay

Personality: polite, curious, playful, masks caring with an elite-like mannerism.

Area of greatest ability: writing

Likes: going to Wanwen bookstore, stags, rabbits, reading, pranks, baked goods

Dislikes: being at home and/or with eys family, carrots, taking responsabilities that are not knights own

Fears/triggers: Shenhe, crying in public, being weak

Kins: cherry blossoms, gold, dark academia, water, books, dark blue, coffee

Family: Yelan (cousin)

Relationship status: dating Chongyun

Friends: Baizhu, Gaming, Keqing, Ningguang, Qiqi, Childe, Xiangling, Xinyan, Yanfei, Yaoyao, Yun Jin, Zhongli, Albedo, Kokomi

Disabilities: autistic, ADD, chronic fatigue

Belief: is agnostic

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Name: Gaming Yip

Gender: pangender, any pronouns

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically chinese, brown skin, brown eyes, brown hair, muscled, burn scars

Age: 17

Sexuality: pansexual

Personality: energic, ethical, excentric, friendly, kind, independent.

Area of greatest ability: dancing, Fighting

Likes: being with Man Chai and his friends, herbs tea, sweets, helping others, being accepted as who she truly is

Dislikes: not having enough many, food with way too much seasoning, horror stories, not having their dreams validated, having nightmares with Celestia

Fears/triggers: not being accepted, Celestia

Kins: has no kins, but supports his friends who do

Family: biological father, Xianyun (found family aunt)

Relationship status: single

Friends: Beidou, Chongyun, Ganyu, Hu Tao, Qiqi, Shenhe, Xiangling, Xingqiu, Xinyan, Yanfei, Yaoyao, Yun Jin

Disabilities: ADHD

Beliefs: has taoist-like practices

[twistednuns]

February 2024

Waking up after a dream inspired by the movie Poor Things. Inserting your brain into a younger body. Living in oblivion until one day somebody shows up to break the news to you. That you've lived another lifetime before and you have to be reminded of who you were, what you knew.

Drawing the gorgeous Sharing card, resonating with it right away. The Queen of Fire is designed in my colours and shapes. She is me.

Sketching something. Loving every line.

Eating a thick soup with tiny noodles and semolina dumplings for breakfast.

Jamie Lee Curtis' guest appearance in The Bear. She's almost unrecognizable. Oh, and Olivia Coleman's, too!

Something finally falling into place: I've been searching for a new wallet for a while now and suddenly a memory of my grandma's old Aigner checkbook popped into my head. And it was the perfect solution. What an amazing local brand! I discovered that there is a store nearby and shopping there was quite the experience. I felt very fancy. And they put so much thought into the product design! Perfect little boxes and everything is so elegant. I also got their classic leather belt.

Organising a SingStar evening. I love how easygoing, welcoming and gentle Felix is. Being weird with Robert. And Ben, my boo. We love each other's colours and he really does give the best compliments (he said that I've got such great taste and always look stylish). Cuddles, leveling up our friendship in a way. Being more at ease around each other.

Car conversations with Luna.

A feeling of having leveled up again; I seem to attract abundance (on a material level). But maybe that's just confirmation bias.

Accepting defeat when I was wrong, following advice.

The moonrise. I love how big and yellow the moon seems when it's hanging low over the horizon.

Liquid Love: sliding over/around/under/on top of each other - blindfolded, naked and covered in oil. I loved touching squishy, chubby body parts. Very sensual and immersive. I wasn't really present in the room anymore and tried to feel rather than think. Cuddle puddle afterwards. I got close to Chili and Daniel (whose toe I accidentally hurt before the event and it felt quite healing that he came close to me and initiated touch) and Christian surprised me with his tongue when I wasn't paying attention.

Interesting effects of Kundalini Yoga: waking up crying from a very emotional, nightmare-ish dream. Feeling so heavy, sluggish, overwhelmed, tired. It's not entirely positive but it's so interesting how much energy seems to be moved here?

An ex-student reaching out to me because she needed a letter of recommendation for an international college.

Walking through the forest with C., scouting a treasure hunt route. Keeping calm despite his weird mood. Staying present, observing.

A surprisingly calm museum visit with my class. And when we went to Pinakothek der Moderne I was happy how much fun some of them seemed to have experimenting, talking about art. I found some interesting works by Max Ernst and set the intention come back again soon, alone. Even just the large, empty building with the high ceilings has a soothing effect on me.

Biting into a slice of moist, warm black olive ciabatta.

Cooking actual food with vegetables I had at home and having fruit for dessert instead of getting trash food on the way home after coming home from work in a bad mood. So much more nourishing. I'm proud of myself for realising I have to be the person I want to become. Now.

Peeling off last post-it before the cool colour scheme finally started. Orange, yellow, purple.

Picking up C. from labour court. Meeting his friend Benni who discussed leftist concepts and utopian ideas with me over lunch. I felt really good when I realised that it was easy for me to follow his train of thought and that I'd missed intellectual conversation.

Connecting with C. Spending time together, walking through a furniture design store. Spicy time and a long afternoon nap. Talking about our triggers and therapy experience. I realised how much fear of failure (and success?) I have, how vulnerable my ego is when it comes to art and doing something new. Even just writing an application for a job I'm not officially qualified for scared the shit out of me. Impostor syndrom? C. still wants me to write a page from my imaginary novel for him and all I can think about is why I can't do it. And he suggested that I could study psychology. I'm intrigued and yet... Why is this so hard? What's holing me back?

Staying calm when I had to call roadside assistance twice in one afternoon. My car broke down in the middle of a busy street with three lanes. I simply accepted my fate and asked for help (and that might actually be the lesson I have to learn from all this).

Reaching out to Andrea. Finally meeting Kosta the cat.

A dream: Sarah as Ganesha with a giant elephant trunk. Facial tattoos: red, black and green symbols and ornaments. Massive, moving, heavy. I woke up from an imaginary alarm sound. Did I really dream up an alarm clock? Wow. And just in time for my appointment, too.

New Moon Aquarius promises a career breakthrough for Taureans. Let's hope for the best.

Something very banal: having kitchen roll at home for a change. I took one home when we had too many after a Slutering event and remembered that I could just... wipe something off without worrying about getting the rag dirty and having to wash it! Nice.

One of the best weeks of my life: a Hero's Journey seminar during the spring holidays. Going in with no expectations, receiving everything and more. I learned so much about myself. Activated my emotional side and practised feeling. I appreciate all those people who acted as my mirrors by sharing their vulnerability, being their authentic selves. We supported each other, learned from each other, celebrated each other. I'm thinking about becoming a Gestalt therapist now. It's such a great somatic method. And fun, too.

Cuddles. Conversations. Choking. And massages. / Seriously though, I asked Ralf to show me his Brazilian Jiu Jitsu choke hold and I travelled to another dimension for a few minutes. It got me GO high. On another note: I realised I want to channel my aggression and lust in a healthy way. Perhapy BJJ training is a good option. Let's fight!

My hero outfit. A golden robe. A glitter mask. Starburst earrings. Black wings. So me.

"Boundaries are not the same thing as walls." - such an important insight. I started journalling in German. Automatically. I'm taking off masks, tearing down walls. Perhaps I don't need the protection of a foreign language anymore. I can feel my own cringey words now. I allow myself to be seen without make-up. I try to show up as the person I really am. I won't hold back anymore.

An intuitive painting I made with buttery crayons on kraft paper. Swirly. Like a weird map of a cozy corner somewhere in the Universe.

Stickers from Franzi's friend: Sailor Moon characters fighting the patriarchy and nazis.

I feel so much love for the people in my group, especially Ralf and Teresa of course, but also Franzi, Frank and Feli. The F-gang. And for all the wonderful people in my life. I appreaciate Christian so much. The ideal balance between freedom and support. He expands my horizon in many ways and I love how he naturally includes me in his family life, his friend group. It feels so good to be a part of something. To be included. And at the same time, I'm free to do my own thing. Meet other people, follow my bliss. He actively encourages it.

I'm relaxed and happy. With this new mindset, even teaching feels easier. I'm more gentle with myself. I follow my impulses. I hope this state of being stays with me for a long time.

Ralf. I'm so grateful I met him. He helped me so much with his observation that I need someone to be gentle with me. His daddy energy. His wild playfulness. His Gemini communication mode. I loved that I was able to pay him back with some mum energy when I shipped his dirty laundry off to Jena. I included a heartfelt letter and the Exploding Kittens card game. I felt like a giddy teenager for a whole day when he implied that he's attracted to me too. I really hadn't noticed. We've been talking, flirting, messaging daily for a week now. So far none of us seems to be bored. I'm looking forward to our reunion!

Teresa. What a lovely human being. I connected with her right away. She's so intelligent, shares my passion for language. And she's so warm, empathic, benevolent, supportive. I ended up talking to her about my idea for a career coaching and she went all in right away. We even might work together. And maybe, just maybe, we're gonna record a podcast together. Even if just to amuse our Heroes messenger group.

I learned that I have a guest appearance in a fun song: Ich wollte doch nur knutschen auf der Party / Sie war gut gelaunt und ihr Name war Kathi / Das Netzwerk ging kaputt und ich musste das klären / Und Kathi hat geknutscht, aber leider mit Sören - Knutschen

More music: making a playlist for Teresa's ride home. And Ralf shared Wann strahlst du?. It's grown on me. The lyrics are everything. Highly relevant for my current state: Ich schulde dem Leben das Leuchten in meinen Augen

Acting in a much more loving way with old friends. Supporting them; touching, hugging, praising them.

Knowing the answers to two sports questions at the pub quiz.

Tuning in with my sonic toothbrush. I chanted and hummed, finally harmonized and changed my pitch. It sounded lovely and reminded my of our RAM chants during morning meditation.

Spending time in the "demon cave" with Lian. Playing airplane. Playing hard. We both loved to be wild - C. was not that amused because he wanted to concentrate on his chess app. But I also started being more gentle with the boy, cuddle him. I've got a feeling that he needs both modes.

"Freiheiten werden nicht geschenkt, man muss sie sich nehmen." - a random flyer on a lamppost, right when I walked past it, back to school, recording a voice message about... exactly that. The synchronicities are back! Life feels magical.

An insanely happy and productive day with the help of Yeli's Finest 50. I was so proud of myself because I even did things I'd been putting off for months. It finally felt right to contact Haus der Kunst and ZEIT Sprachen and ask them for an internship. Things are moving. It's happening. It's coming along. Doors are opening.

Meeting my new osteopath for the first time. I enjoyed his healing, intimate touch while we were talking about all my topics. And I love that we have so much in common. He used to be a civil servant to be able to afford his studies, is a voice actor now, has recently travelled to all my favourite places in Mexico. I'm looking forward to my next appointment.

I finally got a big box of passion fruit from the tree I adopted last year. What a fragrant delivery.

Meeting Becky, learning from each other. Enriching and entertaining as usual.

Finally getting my closet in order. Folding everything, donating a few items, clearing out another shelf to have more room for clothes. What took me so long? / Listening to WILLOW's music throughout the process. It's growing on me: I think I left my consciousness in the sixth dimension

Biting into a physalis thinking Life is delicious.

Saturday afternoon at Haus der Kunst with Sash. Walking through freaky environments, taking pictures of each other. Playing in a room full of feathers. Browsing the avantgarde bookstore. I got a postcard of a Hilma af Klint Altar piece.

Watching Lord of the Rings at C.'s place with his friend Jenny. Spicy morning routine, breakfast with his friends. A stopover at a LEGO church. Spending the whole afternoon soaking in warm water at Therme Bad Aibling. Eating the first ice-cream of the year in the sunshine. Cooking dinner together, talking in bed for a long time.

Ralf cancelled his weekend plans and invited me to Jena. We already have tickets for the planetarium. Really looking forward to seeing him! I've loved learning more and more about him in the past few days. We are so similar!

Something very simple but SO pleasurable: boiled potatoes with salt and butter.

Alex Ava taking two ballroom tickets off my hands when I had to change my plans.

[addierose444]

Spring Break 2023

In past years I’ve simply gone home for spring break (or in the case of spring 2021, not even had a spring break). This year, some friends and I decided to visit Philadelphia for the week which was a lot of fun. While I did miss out on getting home-cooked meals, I did eat very well on my trip! I, unfortunately, only took photos on Thursday, so sorry that this post is so text heavy! 

Monday:

To kick off our trip, we boarded an Amtrak train in Northampton at 8:00 a.m. I’m not a morning person and was perhaps too excited about the trip and stressed about missing the train so I hadn’t slept much the night prior. Thus, I tried my best to get some rest on the train. Upon arriving in New Haven, we transferred to a second train that brought us to Philadelphia. We next walked to a cafe for a late lunch/afternoon snack. As I’d already eaten a bagel and thought dinner would be soon, I didn’t actually get anything. It was a bit rainy, we decided to take the subway to our lodging. The most economical option we found was something called a Sonder which is basically an affordable short-term apartment of sorts. 

We’d decided ahead of time that we would be getting hot pot on the first night. We’d planned on going to Chubby Cattle, but upon arriving learned that they were having some sort of all-you-can-eat special that was going to cost us each $41 (pre-tax and tip). This price stressed me out especially considering that it would be my first hot pot experience, so we looked for some alternatives. We ultimately decided on Happy Lamb (which had also been recommended). This place was also all-you-can-eat but significantly more affordable. For the soup bases, we got the original marrow and the tomato broths. For meat, we got two kinds of beef (and a lamb which I avoided). From the self-serve area, I started off with a plate of egg-fried rice and pork dumplings. For my hot pot, I got three types of noodles (udon, ramen, and another type). I also got some ginger ale. While it was initially a bit stressful, I did wind up really enjoying the hotpot experience. The ramen noodles and tomato broth combo with beef were particularly good. We were determined to eat everything because we knew that we’d get charged more for not finishing. 

For dessert, we went to A La Mousse which has some very cute animal-shaped cakes. I’d initially planned on maybe getting the coffee cream cake but ultimately didn’t order anything as I was sufficiently full and don’t have the same sweet tooth as the rest of the group.

Tuesday:

To kick off our first full day we went to Federal Donuts where I got an old-fashioned chocolate cake donut. Of the food I ate during the trip, the donut was probably my least favorite. I would consider going back though as they also serve fried chicken. We next explored Reading Terminal Market where I got a ham crepe from Profi’s Creperie. Next, we went to a cool interactive science museum called The Franklin Institute. It was a very windy day so the walk there wasn’t the most fun, but that’s also why we made it a museum day. At the museum, we visited the Your Brain exhibit, SportsZone, Sir Isaac's Loft, Amazing Machine, and the gift shop. We could have perhaps used a bit more time to see more of the exhibits, but really enjoyed the parts we did make it to. For dinner, we went to Pho Cali. As a starter, we got the pork summer rolls. I’d only had vegetarian ones in the past and have to say that the pork was an awesome addition! For my main meal, I ordered chicken pho. For dessert, we went to Mango Mango Desserts where I ordered a delicious mango-strawberry smoothie. 

Wednesday:

My primary lunch on Wednesday was my leftover pho. I also got a cheese quesadilla from Ticos Tacos Tex Mex. After lunch, we stopped at another A La Mousse location for boba, but I didn’t get anything this time either. Next, we walked back to Chinatown for more exploring and shopping. We’d initially planned on going to Giorgio on Pine for a nice pasta dinner; however, by the evening we were all feeling a bit tired and decided to cancel our reservation. We thus pivoted to ordering takeout from DaMò Pasta Lab through Uber Eats. (I picked up our food though so we didn’t have to pay for delivery. We also got really lucky with some sort of promotion that saved us $10 on our already affordable dinner). I ordered their gnocchi alla sorrentina. I found the gnocchi to be a bit overcooked but really enjoyed the sauce. I also ate leftover sauce from the mezze maniche all’amatriciana which was also very tasty. Overall, changing our plans was all around a great decision as we needed the break and saved a lot of money in the process. For dessert, we picked up cheesecake from The Cheesecake Factory. I’m always a bit skeptical about chain restaurants but really loved my key lime cheesecake. 

Thursday:

We had beautiful weather on Thursday which made it a great day to visit Cherry Street Pier. 

En route to the pier, we also stopped at a used bookstore to meet a cat named Dr. Pickles. We also walked through some of the more historic/touristy parts of the city. While not a top priority for me, for lunch we decided to get cheesesteaks at Sonny's Famous Steaks. Overall, I was pleasantly surprised by my cheesesteak with blue cheese and was glad to have tried it. Our afternoon activity was visiting Philadelphia's Magic Gardens which has cool outdoor mosaics. 

For dinner, we picked up bahn mi from Ba Le Bakery. I specifically ordered the one with crispy pork belly. One note about this place is that they charge a 2.5% fee for using a credit card, so be sure to bring cash (or use a credit card that earns at least that on dining purchases)! As Ba Le doesn’t have any seating, we paired it with Hale & True Cidery which has snacks but is otherwise bring your own food. For the full experience, I ordered their cider flight which also enabled my friends to try cider for the first time. They ultimately opted for cocktails and I ordered the Goldberry cider which is fermented with strawberry and finished with lemon. Overall, I loved the ambiance at the cidery and had fun playing Uno and Superfight.

Friday:

On our final day, we checked out of the Sonder at 11 and walked towards the train station. For lunch and to get some work done, we went to a cafe called Top Hat Coffee Lounge. I ordered the berrylicious smoothie and a plain bagel with cream cheese. Around 3 we returned to the train station to board a train to New York City. Upon arriving in NYC, we picked up dinner from Jollibee that we’d pre-ordered. I’d wanted to try their fried chicken sandwich, but it was unavailable for preorder so I ordered the chicken tenders and mac and cheese instead. Our train ended up leaving NYC half an hour late due to some sort of police activity. We were very nervous about missing our next train between New Haven and Northampton (as there was only a ten-minute layover), but we were extremely fortunate that the other train waited for us. It was a long and exhausting day of traveling and I didn’t make it back to Washburn until about 11:30. 

[thatgirltaylorxo]

Are my cheeks chunkier in black and white?…

All I know is I want dumplings.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

you cannot tell me Rengoku doesn’t like a lady with a fat ass, fat tits and fat tummy that cooks like a motherfucker. Arms that are way too strong from kneading dough, that man would be IN HEAVEN

Omgggggggggg

Keep in mind that idk shit about Demon Slayer but i KNOW Rengoku loves to eat so ofc he'd love a woman who knows how to cook so obviously he would love a girl with extra meat on her bones sksksk.

Ok listen i have no clue what the plot of this show is but hear me out: imagine Rengoku frequently stops at inns for food and to rest for the night as he travels on his missions, and one of those inns happens to be run by you. It's pretty small but it's popular bc everyone enjoys your cooking. You're always in charge of the kitchen, no one else is allowed inside. ANYWAYS Rengoku stops by one night and is so in awe of his dinner that he insists on meeting the cook so he can compliment them in person, but instead of the big beefy man he expected he meets you instead. I think he's very honest so he immediately goes "wow! Who knew that such a beautiful woman could also be such an extraordinary cook?" And he continues to compliment the delicious meal you've made and alludes to wanting to marry such a talented woman as yourself and the whole time you're like? Okay? All u had was rice and veggies and tofu my guy calm down sksksk

Basically you brush him off as an over eccentric guy who just really likes food and you don't give any weight to his words bc plenty of ppl compliment your food. But this guy keeps showing up to eat your food and try to convince you to marry him bc he would protect you and cherish you and blahblahblah and you're just trynna make some dumplings, who tf is this guy that keeps bursting into your kitchen to ask for your hand in marriage? Weirdo behavior sksksk

UGH but imagine finally giving in and being like "if i let you smash will you stop bothering me?" And he says he will but he knows he wont skskks but oh my GOD, he lays pipe down like nobody's business, he fucks you and worships your body like a goddamn queen, just squeezing every inch of chubby flesh and rambling about how you were made for a fighter like him and so on and so forth. Dick is so good you can't help but spread your legs every time he visits and let him use your body to decompress. It's not "official" but in his mind you're already his wife sksksk ain't no way he's letting a pretty thing like you run off with somebody else, he's too obsessed with you and your body and your cooking 💕

[easygoing8888]

[Eijiro x reader x katsuki]

Short chubby tomboy f!reader

How you met, and this is kinda long, Kiri and you meet baku's parents, and sometimes "you" is referring to you and eijiro,

tiny bit of spoilers reader is bi and thinks bakugou's mom is hot, and who doesn't?

If it's not clear on what color is what person talking : Eijiro your name y/n Katsuki Mitsuki Masaru

The first time you three really meet is at the USJ incident, (you got warped together) and I am so sorry but they were acting like you were so little and needed to be protected, katsuki was grumbling about "why the hell is a short stack like you trying to be a hero?" and eijiro wasn't much better, acting like you were made of glass, I mean like, keeping you behind them and he keeps trying to reassure you that "it's gonna be okay, we'll all make it out safe" even though you were calm and confident in yours and your classmates abilities, you know he's trying to be sweet, but c'mon, your not a scared child,

You three were in a building where the boys were distracted by a nearby explosion outside the giant hole in the building, while You stood in the doorway of the room, then a bad guy came up behind you and grabbed the back of your hero costume to yank you out of the room, and before anyone knew it, said bad guy was being thrown out of the hole in the wall,

The boys looked back at you with wide eyes, the duo was shocked and impressed, bakugou didn't say anything about it as he tried to not look impressed, but on the other hand, kirishima was full on sharp toothy smile and "that was so awesome and manly y/n", and they let you be now, because you can obviously take care of yourself, and you earned their respect. and after that you were on their team in the sports festival,

Kiri does go easy on you because "it's the manly thing to do" and kat promised "I'm not gonna go easy on you" but he did go a little easier on you, but not enough to notice if you weren't paying attention,

and over time you are eiji were the only one's who kat didn't seem bothered to be around, you two do bug him but you both do know not to over step boundaries and leave him alone sometimes, you become good friends through talking, budding heads, and studying,

You three become a well known trio around school, then when katsuki got abducted, you and eijiro are distraught, you weren't as impulsive as kirishima, but you were there to save him,

(you and eijiro got grounded after,)

after kat was home and safe you and eiji went to see him as soon as you get permission to go, you figured he'd be going crazy staying home with his "Crazy old hag" mother,

You both took the bus to get to a street close to the address Mr.aizawa gave you with a lot of bickering on your end. your both like "wowhh" when you walk up to a beautiful modern house,

Kiri knocked on the bakugou family's door and you stood behind him to his left holding dumplings or a cake or something else, Miss bakugou opened the door, and damn she be looking good, you almost could have mistaket her for Kat's older sister if you didn't know he doesn't have any siblings

but anyway, her face lit up seeing two goofy teens her hotheaded son's age, (as she internally prayed that you two weren't at the wrong house) she extended her hand with a smile on her face "hi, I'm katsuki's mother, mitsuki, are you his friends?"

You both were awestruck at her beauty and politeness, you both shake her hand "yes we are, my name's y/n" "and I'm eijiro, we came to visit him, is he home?" he said with his right hand on the back of his neck, and sheepish smile,

She brought both of her fists to her chast and her smile and eyes widen with excitement, she looks over her shoulder and yelled "honey! came quick! katsuki has some adorable friend's!"

She said that loud enough for the neighbors to hear, so you knew even if katsuki was upstairs napping and a heavy sleeper, he knows someone's here,

it's not long before a brown haired man is at her side with a sheepish smile and as he started introducing himself in a calm voice, you hear load footsteps coming down stairs "hi, I'm katsuki's-" "what the hell are you two dumbasses doing here?!" he said standing in the hallway behind his parents "We came to visit you bro!" mitsuki turned around from you and says "Katsuki! bakugou! Is that how you talk to your friend's that came here to see you!?"

He rolls his eyes and looks away "yeah, yeah, whatever" his mom turned back to you and smiles "please! come in!" and as soon as you both come in the house, katsuki is grabbing yours and eiji's sleeves and dragging you both through the house and upstairs,

before his parents can say anything else you and kiri are thrown in his room and he locks the door leaving you three alone, mitsuki decides to leave you alone as to not embarrass him further and cause a real fight so she just sigh's and goes back to what she was doing before you knocked,

you and kiri are in the middle of his room, wide eyed and scared of what he'll say, and he's in front of the door looking off to the side with a irritated face but that morphs into something that kinda looks sad,

"really? what are you doing here?" He says in a much more quiet and almost defeated voice, you both want to hug him and tell him how much you missed him and how it must be difficult to have gone through that, and just comfort him,

But of course he'll think you guys are looking down on him, so before you got to his house on the kinda long bus ride, you both talked about how you were going to make it seem like visiting him "is more for you two" then him, and to just hangout, not to check on him,

"we missed you and wanted to see you bro!"

"yeah, and we brought you this" you say handing him the bag and/or container,

then you guys just hangout for a while, with you and eijiro doing most of the talking while he eats whatever you brought him, and he didn't say much of anything else, he really didn't seem to be in the mood to be teased about how hot his mom is, and after like an hour you guys go home, but not without mitsuki telling both of you to "stop by again soon!"

The next time you both see him is when you all moved into the dorms, and he used denki to distract everyone from seeing him being cute and caring,

you and the whole bakusquad started hanging out more often but for some reason it seems like bakugou wanted to spend more time with you and eijiro alone, with his excuse of "I can only deal with two idiots at a time"

Katsuki has a TV in his room and when it's just the three of you watching a movie he seems to let his guard down and relax, and has even fallen asleep a few times, which he knows he can't do in front of the rest of the bakusquad because he'll wake up with marker on his face and a bunch of blackmail pictures, so it's clear he trusts you and eijiro,

Almost a year after you all moved into the dorms and you three become really close, but there is an obvious tension because you and kiri got really used to hugging and cuddling with each other and bakugou seemed jealous but he also didn't seem approachable, it feels like he'd bark at you if you tried to hug him,

one day kat was particularly sleepy, but he was still in the common room watching a movie with his squad, he was on the middle couch with mina and denki, and you kirishima and hanta are on another couch,

(what you don't know is that he's been taking glances over at you two and he isn't watching or thinking about the movie, there's something he wants but he's to scared to ask but also doesn't want to admit to himself he's scared of something so silly,)

but after his eyelids started feeling to heavy he stood up with purpose and grabbed the back of yours and eiji's coller out of nowhere and pulled you up and you both got up and followed him wherever he's dragging you to, "katsuki? where are we going?" "yeah bro I wanted to see the end of the movie"

"shut up." He said in a demanding voice you both are kinda scared of what he wants, you ended up in katsuki's dorm room, he shuts and locks the door before pushing you both down to the bed to cuddle in between you, you and kiri are laying on your back's with kat in between you with his arms over both your middle and holding on to you both tightly,

you and kiri are confused and looking at each other with wide eyes thinking about how sudden this is, his laying on his stomach with his face buried in between eijiro's shoulder and the mattress, "katsuki?" you say while turning into your side facing them (his hold on you tightening) and running your fingers through his fluffy hair gently "y'know, you could have asked for us to cuddle with you and we would have, right?"

"Yeah, whatever, just go to sleep, I'm tired" he said sounding really tired,

You and kiri are looking each other in the eyes with sad eyebrows, kiri also turns on to his side, and looks down to bakugou and puts his hand on his back, rubbing across his shirt softly, with your hand still petting his fluffy blonde hair, "alright, but we should talk about this tomorrow, okay bakugou"

"mmm"

"Okay goodnight guys"

Note : Ok so I took the last bit out and I'm planning on doing Kiribaku headcanons later,

[ramp-it-up]

Chris Evans

Imagines (RPF)

AdorkableChris777*

You meet Chris and don’t know it. What happens next?

Choices *

It’s the first weekend alone with your husband after childbirth. What do you choose to do? The choice is yours.

Don’t Touch My Hair*

Even though he’s your crush, Chris can run off at the mouth sometimes.

Shorts Story

Beauty turns into a beast when you see Chris in this shorts.

Sorry, Not Sorry*

Is someone going to be sorry they were a brat? Maybe. Maybe not.

Asks

Maëlle

A German exchange student catches Chris’s eye.

Easy *

It was absolutely necessary to write a CE drabble due to his piano thirst trap. How I Met Your Father universe.

Peek

You’re cooking up something good for Chris.

TikTok Challenge

You prank Chris.

Mountaintop

Chris takes you there.

Warm You Up

Chris says goodnight..

It’s Over

If you and Chris had just communicated, none of this would be happening.

Chubby Dumpling

Chris misses his chubby dumpling.

Work from Home

When Chris works from the kitchen table, you get to as well.

Kitty Kat

A Kitten is eagerly awaiting Chris when he gets home.

Santa, Daddy

Thanks to a bet with Scott, you are Santa’s helper for the night.

A Blessing

A drabble inspired by buzzcut Chris.

Series

Again Series

You do it again and again and again…

Bottle Rocket Series

Seb is your Daddy. But you also want Chris to be your Sir.

The Customer Series

Chris is a bit of a fuck boy. But everyone knows how he feels about you, his favorite interior designer

The Fit and the Feel Series

You’re caught between a rock and a hard body. Chris and Henry.

How I Met Your Father Series

Your kids ask you how you and their dad met. It’s a funny story.

The List Series (Dark! Chris)

Chris loves you, but he goes too far. How long until you find out, and will it be too late?

The Princess & Mr. Evans Series*

You interview Chris for your dissertation and it’s love at first sight. The journey to the altar and beyond is like a fairy tale.

A Starting Point Series

You are Chris’ Director of Diversity at A Starting Point. And he’s in love with you.

———————————————————

Chris Evans Characters

Andy Barber

The Bar AU Series

Barkeep! Andy + You = ❤️‍🔥. How does your fellow bartender Frank factor into the equation?

Andrew & Princess Muffin Series

You were Andy’s paralegal. Now you’re his everything.

Ransom Drysdale

The Minx Series

You are cute, smart, and have one man in your sights. Ransom Drysdale

Lloyd Hansen

The Perfect Shot

It’s just another day at work as Lloyd’s intern.

TEACH ME + R U SHY?

More than just candy hearts, Lloyd gets his just desserts.

Jake Jensen

Angel Baby Series

Jake finds his perfect girl, you, but you’ve already found him.

Great Minds

To Jake, protecting you as an asset means more than just keeping you safe.

Ari Levinson

Little One*

Dom Ari teaches you a lesson in front of his friends.

Ari Love

Ari is your superior for this mission. Will you both survive the training?

My Favorite Things

Ari is your best friend in town. Could he be a little more?

Personal Growth

Ari was learning a lot of things about himself in this leadership program. Thing #1: He was a simp for you.

Johnny Storm

Make it Hot

Johnny just wants to make it up to you.

Cassandra’s Muse

Johnny, Wade (Deadpool) and Logan (Wolverine) experience your professional skills in the void. Together.

Steve Rogers

One-Shots

Call me Captain When I…

You were Steve's subordinate, but you'd met as friends. And Steve needs your help with something.

Mood

You and Steve were “special” friends. Until something that happens on one of your training missions puts Steve into a mood. In the same universe as Call Me Captain When I…

The Sweetest Nectar (w/ Sam Wilson)

Steve is pining for you and the fact that you are Sam’s girl doesn’t mean a thing.

Series

All the Stars Series (w/Clark Kent)

Angst. Smut. Cheating. Choices.

Always and Forever Series

The team finds you. You find love with Steve. Then he leaves. And then you find love with Bucky. Will you make the right choices?

The Greatest Series

You are your superstar little sister, Aria’s, publicist. She sets you up on a blind date with Pilot Steve Rogers. You two get along like oil and water, but it’s fire and desire with just one bed when you all go on Aria’s honeymoon in romantic Italy.

Peach Series

Steven Grant Rogers is Bucky Barnes' best friend and business parter in crime. He has decided to get out of the life with Bucky, not for love, but because it's the right thing to do. When Steve meets you at one of his businesses and lies to you about a myriad of things, It becomes a sticky situation, especially since the attraction you feel for one another is so sweet. Part of the Bucky Barnes Knock You Down Series.

Sugar is Sweet Series

Steve and Bucky. You’re caught in the middle but these two friends don’t share, they compete. Who will win? And will it be you?

Sugar, Cubed Series x

Revisiting Sugar and the boys from the Sugar is Sweet series, and Bucky and Steve sure have grown up from their college days. They are no longer playing around. They are coming for you. How do you choose? And do you have to?

This Thing of Ours AU (w/ Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson)

This band of brothers by choice are running a crime syndicate while managing the women in their lives. Let’s see if they survive love and the mob. Includes Try a Little Tenderness.

The Avengers

Shield High School Faculty AU

What happens when hot, horny teachers get together?

Those Who Seek Release— One shot

You hang out with the crew and decide to chemically unwind. What could happen?

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[robininthelabyrinth]

i've been keeping a list of possible prompts for you and there's one i have no memory of adding that just says "courtesan nmj????" so i guess that's the prompt you're getting lmao

What Does the Fox Say - ao3

“Second Madame Nie!” a disciple shouted, rushing into her little garden. She didn’t recognize him, but he was solidly built and well-muscled like most of the others – truly, the Unclean Realm was a rapturous feast for one with eyes to see it. Yum, yum. “Second Madame Nie, I have bad news!”

Boo. She hated bad news: bad news meant she’d have to do something, usually, and right now she was seated very comfortably in a pleasant piece of sun in the garden path that’d been made up just for her and to her preferences, with her feet up on a chair and a full plate of fruit from the kitchen on the table in front of her just begging to be devoured, morsel by delicious morsel.

Her schedule was packed!

“I regret to tell you, but your husband has been killed!”

“Oh,” she said, frowning slightly. “Has he? How obnoxious of him.”

How unreliable. Men.

She sighed.

“Second Madame – Second Madame – you don’t understand!” The disciple was all red-eyed and weepy, which was a look she liked, especially in big, stout men like this. The salt added a bit of spice to the whole thing. “You must flee at once! He was killed by Sect Leader Wen in an act of outright aggression – Sect Leader Wen has declared war – the Wen sect is invading!”

She nodded and picked up another lychee to start peeling it. She’d get around to fleeing in her own time. As long as this Wen sect or whatnot was being led by a man, she wasn’t terribly concerned.

“They intend to wipe out the inheritance of Qinghe Nie! They will rip out the child in your belly!”

She hummed noncommittally. Really, how attached was she to having a child of her own? Really?

“They will slaughter civilians – execute Nie-gongzi –”

Her hands stilled.

“What,” she said, and the disciple took a step back automatically, proving that he, at least, had something more of a survival instinct than her late husband did. “Hurt my little meat bun? My darling rice roll? My savory zongzi?”

She stood up, diminutive height and over-large belly and frilly clothing doing absolutely nothing to diminish the vaguely menacing aura that darkened the sky around her. She bared her teeth.

“Who does this upstart Wen dog think he is?!”

The disciple blinked owlishly, but nodded, seeming relieved that she’d finally accepted his concern, though she could see on his face that he was thinking that her reasoning was – characteristically – a little strange. But then again, and she could see this thought process on his far too honest face, it was well known that the second Madame Nie been quite strange ever since Sect Leader Nie had found her in some lonesome place with no family or background and brought her back to be his new wife nevertheless.

Such a charming man. Pity about his loss, really.

“You have to flee at once, we can’t possibly fight so many people,” the disciple said once more, and this time she nodded in agreement. “We can escort you to a hidden exit –”

“No!” a little voice called. “We can’t go.”

She turned to look, and there was the little pork-and-shrimp dumpling himself, chubby-cheeked and earnest-eyed, looking as delicious as always.

“What do you mean, fish cake?” she asked. “Of course we have to go. Didn’t you hear what this strapping young man said? This Wen person wants to kill you!”

“If Father is dead, then I’m the sect leader,” her stepson said. He was serious and solemn in a way that made her want to pinch his cheeks and bury her face into his belly to blow raspberries, and also possibly to eat him right up, flesh and marrow and gristle and all. “That means it’s my responsibility to preserve the Nie sect.”

“Nie-gongzi, no!” the disciple cried, throwing himself to his knees in a dramatic display of loyalty. “You would only die – far better for you to run, and live!”

“Then isn’t the same true for everyone else?” the tasty little dish asked, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting. Possibly he was trying to put on a fierce expression, maybe, she couldn’t quite tell sometimes. He was so cute. “Why should I live, and them not? I refuse to buy my life with their deaths!”

“But – Nie-gongzi –”

Her charming little honey cake shook his head and held up a hand to stop the disciple, turning to look at her instead.

“Second Mother,” he said, and he had that wholesome trusting expression again that was such a perfect little one-shot-kill to the heart, ugh. “You always said you’re the best at hiding. The best in the world, no one better among all the gods or demons!”

She was, too. She couldn’t help but preen a little, proud.

“– can’t you do something?”

“Oh, darling cabbage bun,” she said, not without fondness. “I can hide myself from even the net of Heaven itself if I so choose, from gods and demons alike, and I can most certainly hide a small group from any mortal eyes that dare to look, if you don’t mind being a little tiny bit dishonorable about the business. But an entire sect? That’s a bit much, even for someone as talented and skilled as me.”

Her stepson looked up at her, all straight-steel sincerity and upright righteousness wrapped into a perfectly edible little snack-sized package. “If we split them up, the sect could be small groups,” he said eagerly. “Couldn’t you do something then?”

He was so cute, and he trusted her. He trusted her, believed in her, felt that she could perform miracles with a wave of her sleeve if only she so wished.

It was awful.

She couldn’t bear it.

“Oh all right, you nummy little slice of roast pork belly,” she said, yielding. “But I’m telling you now, it won’t be the least bit honorable! There’s only so many excuses you can come up with for having a lot of strong men with wide shoulders and women with thick thighs hanging around, and not a single one of them has the slightest bit to do with what you people consider to be appropriate.”

“That’s all right. Preserving human life comes first, always.”

The disciple looked between them, clearly completely confused. Clearly all his effort had been spent on developing the muscles in his arms (quite nice) rather than his brain (quite slow).

“What?” he said. “What’s happening?”

“We’re saving the sect,” Nie Mingjue announced happily, clapping his hands together. Too precious, too precious entirely; she’d have to make sure no one else even thought about going near her darling little snackling. “Tell everyone to prepare to evacuate.”

“That will take too long,” she said, and smiled, with teeth. “Let me call some friends to help.”

-

When the Wen sect arrived at the Unclean Realm, they found the gate open.

That was unexpected enough, but when they entered, they found that the entire place had emptied out – not just of people, but of everything else, too. There wasn’t a single intact chair or table in the entire place, not a scrap of cloth nor a bit of food, like it’d been swept clean by locusts or wild monkeys come to pilfer whatever they could.

Even the paving stones where arrays had been laid out by the Nie sect’s ancestors had been pried up and carted away.

Sect Leader Wen ordered a search, but there wasn’t any trace of it – of the people, of the stuff, anything.

No one ever found out what happened.

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Jin Guangyao despised social events, he’d found.

It was one thing when it was something he’d planned himself, where the work was interesting enough to distract him, but when he was an honored guest for someone else…miserable. Utterly miserable.

The only thing more miserable was when the host was his erstwhile father, from whom he’d forcefully extracted recognition. With Wen Ruohan as his backer, indulging his favorite torturer as if a beloved pet, there wasn’t much Jin Guangshan could do to refuse, and neither could he force Jin Guangyao to do anything on his behalf, either. And so Jin Guangyao, sitting as always by Wen Ruohan’s side, right beneath his sons, was now an honored guest at his father’s house, getting offered his pick of prostitutes as if the man had no notion of the irony.

Maybe he didn’t. Jin Guangyao couldn’t quite tell if his father had just forgotten his origins, thinking his bastard son too unimportant to remember the details of, or whether it was meant as a deliberate insult – who could tell?

“Oh, right,” the simpering idiot in front of him, a nephew or cousin of some sort to the sect leader, said. “Our dear Jin Guangyao is known not to like the gentle flower queens, even when they come from the finest houses in Lanling. Isn’t that right, cousin?”

Jin Guangyao’s fists clenched. A deliberate insult, then.

Despite that, his face remained neutral. Instead, he chuckled and said, “The appeal is limited. After all, I have seen the best of them.”

Beside him, Wen Ruohan nodded and smirked. He appreciated Jin Guangyao’s devotion to his mother, though Jin Guangyao suspected it was because he thought it funny that Jin Guangyao would bother to honor such a lowly woman – but what he thought didn’t matter, not really. All that mattered was that he let Jin Guangyao pay his respects to her to his heart’s content.

“Well, you’re in luck!” the idiot Jin Zixun said, looking absurdly smug. “We have something of a different flavor than the usual tonight – we’ve invited entertainment from the local branch of Splendid Spring.”

Jin Guangyao barely managed to avoid rolling his eyes.

The Splendid Spring Palace was a series of brothels that had popped up fully formed just about everywhere some years back, with madams and girls and musicians and bodyguards of all sorts. It was so patently a political move that Jin Guangyao had barely bothered to pay attention to it once he’d become actually powerful, and Wen Ruohan hadn’t paid attention to it at all. After all, in the unlikely event that the business really was backed by a cultivation sect that didn’t care about its face any longer, anyone who needed to use such a façade to gather power was clearly beneath notice.

Jin Guangyao had paid only very little attention, but to different and unusual aspects of the place: by all accounts, they were surprisingly decent employers as far as places like that went. They didn’t steal girls or accept unwilling goods – they had some connection with the merchant caravans, or at least one of the companies that helped coordinate routes and provide protection to such things, and they were as meticulous about checking things over as they were about seeking refunds if they were dissatisfied – and they did accept married girls fleeing unhappy marriages, which not everyone did. They did buy up all the girls in the local markets wherever they were, but they swept them away and brought them back transformed, even the ones that wouldn’t sell because they were too ugly; Jin Guangyao assumed that meant they had people who were talented in make-up and clothing, since the usual rumors of the girls being blessed with a yao’s enchantment were obviously ridiculous and nothing more than the usual marketing gimmicks that brothels since time immemorial had tried.

Even once they had the girls in hand, the places were pretty decent: they had physicians on staff to help with the usual side effects of the business, made sure their girls were clean and healthy, and were said to even limit the number of customers a girl would be obliged to take on in a given evening…honestly, knowing as he did the brothel business, Jin Guangyao sometimes wondered how they’d managed to bespell enough people to even make money in the early days. At any rate, whatever they’d done, it’d worked, because by now they had a solid enough reputation to trade on.

In short: a decent enough place, far better than the usual run of the mill. Once he’d had the ability to do so, he’d even pulled a few strings and arranged for the better of his mother’s old compatriots to end up there, since he couldn’t convince them to leave their old professions behind entirely.

Anyway, if they also seemed to have a sideline in information brokering and assassinations, well, let them. In the cultivation world, where the only thing that mattered was strength, real strength.

A little thing like that wouldn’t make any real difference.

Or so Jin Guangyao had thought.

He found himself re-thinking that, though, when the entertainment in question came out. There were the usual set of attractive (albeit in a wider variety of shapes and sizes than usually seen) dancers, dressed up in silks that seemed actually high quality, and plenty of strapping young men carrying sabers – dancers as well, once assumed, to provide some spice to the entertainment, and implicitly on the offer for men who cut their sleeves or women with more flexibility, like widows or ones with especially permissive husbands. Wen Ruohan’s wives were in that latter category, and they were already whispering to each other excitedly, looking at them.

They’d even brought in the local madame, who was…

Well, she was actually breathtaking, even by Jin Guangyao’s extremely jaded standards. She had hair that fell almost all the way to her ankles, shimmering in the light, and dark eyes shining with liveliness, a smooth and ageless face that simultaneously suggested youth and health but also winked at knowable experience, the features characteristic of what his mother’s employers had called the ‘fox-face’. As if to emphasize that, the lady was wrapped in fox-fur and draped in embroidered brocade, with little stylized foxes running up and down the hems of her clothing and along the gazy silk draped on her shoulders.

It ought to have looked absurd, looked gaudy and overwrought and overdone, but it didn’t.

She was a thousand dreams of wealth and beauty and power and sex appeal all wrapped up in one, and even Jin Guangyao – who was in his personal preferences quite firmly a cutsleeve – couldn’t help but intrigued by her, wondering what it might be like to touch the hem of such a glorious creature.

And next to her…

The lady was accompanied by two men that seemed completely different from each other. One was a slender and winsome young man, fluttering his eyelashes from behind a fan with a charming smile, emanating the appeal of softness and weakness, ready to be indulged. While the other…

Jin Guangyao swallowed.

He was the exact opposite of the first man. Clearly strong, muscular and powerful, and tall to the point of towering, with wide shoulders and a narrow waist, a chest that you could lean your head against and an ass that begged to have someone’s hands on it – and there were his hands, big and broad, perfect for holding someone down or up if they so wished and of a size that was very promising as to what was only hinted at under his clothes. His face was hidden behind a veil as if he were a woman, marking him, like his comrade, as one of the available courtesans of the Splendid Spring, but his body was visible under clothing clearly cut to put it to the best advantage.

And oh, what advantages it had…!

“It seems we found something to the tastes of dear cousin Guangyao after all,” the idiot said mockingly, sniggering and snorting like the pig he was, and for once Jin Guangyao didn’t even care.

“Who’s the woman in front?” Wen Ruohan asked, ignoring their interplay. He seemed utterly fascinated, almost spellbound, and Jin Guangyao couldn’t blame him one bit. If this woman had been at the same brothel as his mother, there wouldn’t have even been room for jealousy or shame; his mother would have gone straight up to her to ask for some tips. “She seems…familiar, somehow.”

“That’s the madame of the Splendid Spring,” Jin Zixun said proudly, as if he’d done anything at all in relation to this – nonsense, of course. Everyone know which brothels were backed by the Jin sect, and Splendid Spring wasn’t one of them. He was acting as if he deserve a pat on the back just for the introduction! “That means she’s not for sale.”

His smile faded a little, twisting in a small bit of bitterness. “Or so she told my uncle, anyway…although I’m sure if it were Sect Leader Wen asking, the answer would undoubtedly be different.”

Probably because Jin Guangshan couldn’t slaughter prostitutes with impunity if they said no to him, whereas no one could stop Wen Ruohan from doing any damn thing he pleased.

Wen Ruohan grunted, pleased by the answer – he was a possessive man, in the rare events that he did exert himself in the realm of women, and there had been more than one instance where he’d stolen away some girl his sons had been eyeing first just for the joy of having had her first – and raised a hand, catching the lady’s eye and gesturing for her to come over, which she did.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

She laughed. “You can call me Hu Jiuwei. With the ‘Hu’ being the character for fox.”

Jin Guangyao tried not to choke. There were false names and then there were false names – the lady’s theme was already clearly related to foxes, given her fox-face and fox-fur lining and the foxes embroidered onto her robes. Was the over-the-top name really necessary?

“It’s a fake name,” she added, unnecessarily.

“I see,” Wen Ruohan said, sounding a little choked himself. Possibly it was the woman calling herself ‘Foxy Ninetails’ and then kindly reassuring them all that the name was false as if she thought them too dumb to figure it out that was tripping him up a little. Jin Guangyao couldn’t tell if she was doing it deliberately in order to make her frankly inhuman beauty a little less frightening, or maybe she was blessed with so much beauty that she hadn’t bothered to cultivate her brain at all. “Are you our entertainment for the evening?”

She smiled, and any complaints Jin Guangyao (or indeed Wen Ruohan) might have had about her intelligence faded away at once.

It was that type of smile.

You could wreck nations with that type of smile. Jin Guangyao couldn’t help but wonder: how had a woman this extraordinary ended up in a brothel, of all places? How had no one snatched her up to keep her all for himself before now?

“My sons and I –” she gestured at the two behind her, “– would be more than happy to provide you with all the entertainment you could possibly want.”

Her smile widened.

“We’ve been hoping for an opportunity like this for a long time.”

[violettelueur]

GOJO SATORU || S/O WITH A BABY FACE

| featuring : gojo satoru from jujutsu kaisen 

| warnings : gramar errors and a little story from me but other than that n/a

| form : headcanons

| published : 17 November  

| request : hii can you do headcanons for gojo with a girlfriend who has a baby face (like she’s flushed easily and has chubby cheeks) (*^o^*)

| barista’s notes : lowkey i think i went a little side tracked with this order ʕ – ᴥ – ʔ but i really hope you love your order of a cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request)! and i apologies for the lack of orders being received, my schedule this week has been really busy with all these exams and studying session i’ve been doing ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ

Oh. My. God.

Your baby face is the cutest thing he has seen ever since he had laid his eyes on you.

He would also lift his blindfold to make sure he has every feature in memory.

Let me honest, the first years had probably mistaken you as a third year at best.

I can’t lie, your cheeks will hurt everyday due to the amount of time Gojo will pull on both of your cheeks - like he’s addicted to doing this to you everyday.

He would also cup your face and call you his little kikufuku, pancake, dango, dumpling - anything that is food related, cute and round

Guys kikufuku is really nice, one of my friends came back from Japan after meeting her family a while back and gave me a few boxes of them as a gift.

Let’s just say Gojo was right about his recommendation - it’s called Zunda and Cream but my favourite was the roasted tea and the seasonal strawberry flavour (I think it was a limited edition)

Okay, back to the headcaonon - sorry for the interuption 

However, Gojo does this to see your bashful face every time at any given day.

During missions, he would pat both of your cheeks and pull you into a light kiss and once he sees your blushing face, he’s already energised to start fighting.

Yes, seeing you blush is his glucose for the day - ohhhh A-level Biology student Violettelueur is here.

He would also use your cheeks as handwarmers during the colder seasons - yes you have become his personal heater for the next few months during the year.

Even when he has gloves on, he would take them off and place his hands on your cheeks.

“Why are you putting your hands on my cheek when your had gloves on?”

“Because it doesn’t feel the same little mochi~”

And then you go blushing again from the nickname - ain’t it cute?

“My little mochi is bushing again~”

“You better shut up Gojo!”

However, if you stay other his place and you’re asleep, he would always lightly trace his finger over your cheeks and caress them with his hand.

It’s like his calming mechnaism after a eventful day - maybe it’s a reminder to him that you’re here with him and the warmth your radiate off gives hum a home vibe.

Overall, expect yourself to have a lot of flustered faces with him as well as some teasing - not that you’re really complaining aye?

[love-minor-poltergeist]

I loved the chubby reader headcannons, if you don't mind could you do one for mr wheezy and Cagney Carnation, and the devil? Sorry if it's a tad too much to ask for three! I hope you're having a cool day!

A/N: I have to say that this was a lot of fun to write! Wheezy is always a treat to write, and though I already wrote some headcanons for the Devil, I made sure to sprinkle in some additional ones I could think of for him!

As always, be sure to let me know if you’d ever like me to redo this batch of HCs!!

Mr Wheezy w/ a Chubby S/O:

Wheezy, true to his perverted nature, had shamelessly gawked at your body the first time he saw you. From your softer, rounded face, all the way down to your thick thighs and the cute pudge of your middle, you already had him smitten.

Incredibly outspoken about how beautiful/handsome he thinks you are-- and will gladly shout it out for all to hear. He wants everyone to know how lucky he is!

He’s a pretty hefty fellow himself, so Wheezy can empathize with any chubby person problems you have (not finding any cute clothes your size, thigh-chafing/chub rub, etc). He’ll try to cheer you up with a simple “well, doll, at least you’re smaller than me” before pulling you into his warm side.

Calls you a myriad of food-related nicknames (“It’s ‘cause you’re cute enough to eat, sugar.”). Which include, but are not limited to Dumpling, Sugar, Babycakes, etc. Also jokingly includes “sugartits”, among other dumber ones.

The cigar’s incredibly handsy with you— you can’t just tempt him by looking like that and expect him to behave himself. He loves to squeeze your hip or your butt at any chance he has.

And if he’s feeling bold, Wheezy will slap you on the ass when you least expect it. It may earn him a slap in the face in return, but watching the plump flesh jiggle upon impact is 1000% worth it.

If you ever let him use your lap as a pillow, it’s official: you now have him wrapped around your finger. He’ll do whatever you want if it means he gets to rest his face into those glorious thighs.

Though be warned-- Wheezy will try to cop a feel as he exaggeratedly groans in your lap.

Cagney Carnation w/ a Chubby S/O:

Growing up, Cagney had been surrounded by a variety of plant life, each meticulously molded and sculpted from the tender hand of the earth to draw out the beauty of each form. From the steady, statue-Esque trees to the frail yet bright flowers of his field, Cagney approached your build with the same mindset: it came with its strengths, and it came with its weaknesses. However, since you managed to worm your way into his heart, you’ve only become a lot more beautiful to him.

With that said-- Cagney can’t help but marvel at your chubbier form. You’re the complete opposite of him in every sense of the word. Whereas he was all sharp lines and rail-thin, you were all gentle curves and rounded edges. It’s quite the visual treat for him.

Sometimes, you’d catch the carnation staring at you-- awe-struck and eyes full of gentle yearning. He’d flush and cough before turning away, but you can still see him admire you from the corner of his eyes.

Likes to trail long, leafy fingers across any stretch marks you have. Whether they are purple, red, or any color within the rainbow, it’s enough to faintly remind Cagney of the vibrant patterns he’s seen on flower petals. He’s able to find beauty within every one of your blemishes-- even if you sometimes can’t.

Cagney naturally runs pretty cold. And you’re extra soft and warm-- can he make it any more obvious? He’ll use you as his makeshift heating pad, and he’s extra cuddly with you. He especially likes to tucks his face into the crook of your neck and wrap his thin arms around you-- his quiet purr vibrating against your throat.

Growing up, Cagney spent a lot of his youth being harassed by his cousins and some of the larger residents; and as a result, he’s built a tolerance towards most insults. Insults towards him? The most they’ll get is a withering glare before he rolls his eyes and turns around to water his flowers. Insults toward you? They’re on thin ice.

And if the perpetrator manages to make you cry or make you feel ugly… Well, it’s their funeral.

If you ever decide to wear shorts, Cagney will combust. He already has a habit of staring at you normally but the moment he’s met with your exposed legs, it’ll take every ounce of self-control not to gawk. Though, from the number of times you caught him staring (and at your butt, no less..), he isn’t very good at it.

Tease him at your own risk. You’re laughing at his embarrassment now, but he’s going to get back at you one of these days….

The Devil w/ a Chubby S/O:

It’s hard to find any cute clothes your size-- most of your options were either pretty bland or they were usually pretty expensive. However, that becomes an issue of the past so long as you’re on the Devil’s arm. Anything you want, you’ll get. Though, be warned: the demon will try to sneak in more revealing/risque articles of clothing into your wardrobe… You’re aren’t obligated to wear them, but if you do, you’ll have a very pleased demon on your hands.

As much as he loves you, your boyfriend is still a devious son of a bitch. One of his favorite ways to tease/mess with you is to suck hickeys/bite into your tummy; never hard enough to draw blood, but just enough to draw a startled yip from your lips. Your glares will only be met with a smug, cat-ate-the-canary grin.

[its-kall-the-clown]

finally getting around to writing something for this!!! sorry for the delay Pixel Anon!! it was just a cute idea I wanted to write something quick for it. it's not very good and ends awkwardly but I hope you like it!

Itsy Bitsy Spider

Rating: G

"You sure you won't freak out?"

The Monkie kid and His best friend sunk further back into the river demons sofa both letting out a chorus of groans.

"Yes!" Mei runs her hands down her face slowly and dramatically "we have been saying that for the last five minutes bro."

"Okay. you're right" Sandy turns to head down the hallways of the living quarters of his ship, except he pauses again and turns on his heel.

"Are you suuuure?

MK and Mei groan loudly, throwing their hands up in the air.

"Big guy. If you don't show us what you are so worried about in the next ten seconds I might fall asleep." MK complained and tossed a pillow at the blue chest of the demon where it bounces off comically.

"Okay, you're right."

Sandy finally left down the hallway to where it was known where his room was located, the two teens wait with bated breath before the gentle padding of feet alerts them of Sandy's return.

"Come on out. It's okay." Sandy whispers gently just out of view of MK and Mei crane their heads trying to see what he's talking to. Another cat?

Instead of a cat Sandy comes around with his hand hanging low enough for a small toddler to hold it.

MK let out a gasp and it startled the toddler hiding behind Sandy.

"Is that…"

"Huntsman?!"

The small boy is no doubt one of the spider queen's right-hand man, or right-hand demon. The features, although much younger, were unmistakably the same spider demon.

He had the same purple hair, although shorter was pulled back into a small ponytail, he wore a black toddler-sized t-shirt and black jogger pants that were scented with green athletic stripes down the side.

He looked like a normal toddler, with small hands and oversized blinking eyes that peeked shyly from behind Sandy's leg.

"What happened? " MK breathes out his eyes flitting over the smaller frame of the once-mighty spider demon.

Sany rubs the back of his neck “A spell as far as I can tell.” He reaches down gently to pick up the bitty huntsman who goes easily into the larger demons' arm who holds them on his hip like they weigh nothing.

“And why is he here of all places?” Mei asked rubbing her chin suspiciously which makes the toddler duck their head into Sandy’s chest.

Sandy rubs their back gently as if trying to keep them calm under the glare of the dragon girl. “I found him wandering the streets when I went out for cat food. Poor thing was just as confused as I was.” Sany chuckles lightly setting the spider demon back down onto the floor who is greeted by a few cats that eagerly clamor for the boy.

They surrounded the child as if they were excited that they are set back on their level, all rubbing up against the biy and begging for attention. This was extremely weird because MK always pictured the demon to NOT be a cat person or an animal person in general.

And yet here the demon was, petting the cats while cooing “kitties!” and scratching them behind the ears gently while a wide smile spread across the demon's face. Honestly, it was such a 180 from how MK knew the demon.

Huntsman was normally a vicious, deadly hunter, he fought against the Monkie kid and gang on several occasions by the spider queen's side. MK had the displeasure of facing off against him when he was trying to save the city from being crushed by the giant dumpling with Tang.

And yet here they were. Chubby arms and big eyes as they gently pet the soft ears of a tabby cat with the tenderness of someone who gently enjoyed the company of small furry creatures and probably could be knocked on their butt by the force of one rubbing against his leg.

“He seems to have regressed his memory as well as his age.” Sandy explains kneeling to the floor, joining the toddler in petting a few therapy cats. “So he is no threat, but he's lost and confused, the spell is weak, I can sense the magic waning. Its likely it will fade in a day or two and he will be back to normal” Sandy looks up at both Mei and MK with pleading eyes.

Now the two understand why he was so nervous, Sandy had intentions of keeping Huntsman in his care until the spell wore off. He was in a way, asking for permission from them to keep the bitsy spider demon under his care until the spell was gone.

unfortunately...MK was weak. He was weak for the big puppy dog eyes from his favorite water demon and to top it all off bitty huntsman was looking at him with big waiting eyes, either Sandy taught him that, or being a small child just made you naturally more adorable.

In a way, MK was deeply worried this was some sort of elaborate trap weaved together by the spider queen to try and take over the city again.

But at the same time when he looked at the small spider demon that was a complete personality change who was completely helpless and at the mercy of their ‘enemy’ well...MK wasn’t heartless.

“Okay….so you are looking after him?” MK asked with a small smile that makes Sandy’s shoulders relax

“Yeah. if that is okay?” Sandy Asks again this time directly. MK nods and sticks his hands into the pockets of his jacket with a firm nod. He trusted Sandy, and more importantly, he trusted their judgment.

Plus if the shoe was on the other foot and MK was the one with an age regression curse he hoped someone would be there to look after him. Underneath Sandy’s bushy beard he can see a small smile returned.

Huntsman tugs at Sandy’s side, the water demon leans down automatically and the boy shyly whispers something into his ear. The blue gentle giant nods gently before rising back up to address the two teenagers.

“He wants to know if you want to see his room.”

MK and Mei look at each other a little hesitantly and the dragon girl shrugs.

"Sure. Why not." She also shoves her hands into her jacket pocket mirroring MK. It seemed to be the right thing to say because bitty Huntsman bounds forward grabbing either of their hand into his.

“I'll make some snacks” Sandy promises with a little wink allowing the two teens to be tugged along while sandy no doubt finds a kettle to make some tea in.

MK makes a mental note about how soft their hands were like there were tiny hairs across their whole hand and arms.

MK also made a mental note to NOT think about how he was holding a spider's hand because omg so gross ahhh so scary.

Once he suppressed his phobia long enough both he and Mei were tugged down the hallway of Sandy's living space to what WAS known as the guest room but seemed to be outfitted for the temporary guest.

A small step stool was placed by the guest bed so Huntsman could actually get into it with his small stature. A mental image that was absolutely hilarious to think about.

There were also a few stuffed animals and a cat bed that was sitting in the corner with a sleeping MO. Clearly, the cat was put on babysitting duty when Sandy was busy.

Huntsman pulls them over to a small circular carpet where he sits down and hands each of them a stuffed animal, silently requesting they play with him.

It was like having a younger brother, or maybe a shy cousin that thought you were cool but was too reserved to actually speak to them.

Mei was handed a dragon plushie, and MK was given a monkey. Mei snorted, holding up the plush shaking it lightly.

"At least he knows what suits us best." She teases with a wiggle of her eyebrows and MK can't help but throw his head back and laugh.

Huntsman's cheeks puff out clearly upset they hadn't begun playing with him yet. It was quite adorable actually. Sure Huntsman was their enemy technically, but for now, it was okay to look after the smaller younger version of the spider demon.

Sandy joins them later, bringing tea and cookies for the three, making this a weird house game they were playing so much more surreal. MK tries not to dwell on it too much when Huntsman crawls into his lap to enjoy his cookies.

Yeah...best not to think about it too hard.

[mono-moonchilds]

Only Exception |PJM

→ Pairing: Jimin x Reader

→ Genre: Smut, Mature, one-shot

→ Warnings: smut, fluff, marriedcouple! reader x jimin, handjob, oral, parent! jimin x reader

→ Word Count: 1818

→ Summary: “Cause none of it was ever worth the risk, you are the only exception.” 

Jimin is your only exception. 

→ Note: Based off this cute request. <3

Growing up if you were to be honest, you’d never really seen yourself in a domestic lifestyle. As a child, your home life had never been ideal. Your parents were always arguing, money and food were sparse, and all around it just wasn’t the best environment to be in. So naturally, as you got older, those were the things you tried your hardest to avoid. 

Since you were fifteen you’d always kept a job. 

At eighteen you moved out and had lived on your own since. 

And when it came to relationships you believed in having a good time and then you were gone.

Courtesy of your parents you never wanted to be attached to someone mentally, emotionally, and definitely not financially

You’d watched your mother deal with the repercussions of that type of lifestyle and sworn to yourself you’d never be in the same position. 

You enjoyed it too. You weren’t one of those people who were lonely in their independence. The type that on this inside craved the lifestyle of attachment. No, you were completely content. You loved being on your own and free. 

That’s why you’d never in a million years pictured yourself being where you were now in a million years. 

Standing by your kitchen window, in your house, watching your husband, AND child play around in the backyard. 

You had never wanted to get married, always saw yourself in your beautiful one-bedroom condo, and kids were definitely the last thing you had on your mind. It was crazy how plans could change in a heartbeat when there was a person worthy enough to change them for. Jimin was that person. He was your only exception. 

The two of you had met through your mutual friend Taehyung at his birthday party four years ago. It didn’t even seem like it’d been that long. Wow, in four years you’d gone from being single and living alone to now being a wife and mother of a two-year-old. 

Things had truly changed. 

You wouldn't have it any other way though. 

Reaching over you tapped on the window trying to get your husband's attention. It took a few attempts but when Jimin finally heard you, you gestured for him to come inside. It was dinner time. 

Effortlessly, he scooped up you guys’ baby girl and began to head inside. 

"Did you have fun playing?" You asked your daughter even though you already knew the answer. She frantically nodded her head, a big smile displayed across her chubby cheeks.

"Daddy is the best." She grinned.

"What about mommy?" You fake pouted.

"Mommy is the best too!" 

"Daddy is better though right?" Jimin "whispered" into your daughter's ear, sending you a playful wink.  

She giggled then tried to repeat after Jimin cupping her tiny hands around his ear. "You give me candy." She attempted to whisper but just like with her daddy you heard everything. 

"Secret." Jimin stuck out his pinky and your daughter latched on with her tiny one.

"What is the secret?" You asked with faux cluelessness.

"Only cool kids." Your daughter said confidently, obviously having learned that from your husband. 

You feigned a hurt gasp. “ Well, I guess I’ll just have to eat these alone since I’m not a cool kid.” You said holding up your daughter’s favorite food; steamed dumplings. 

Her eyes lit up, practically falling out their sockets. “Nooo!! Mommy is cool too. I want dumplings.” The last word was cutely butchered, sounding more like dump-er-ing instead of dump-lings. 

“Okay, okay. Let daddy wash your hands then come sit down.”

She clapped excitedly and just like usual whenever she did something you couldn’t help but smile. 

Once Jimin was done washing your daughter’s hands he placed her down into the highchair. You placed her food in front of her and without needing to be told she dove right in. 

“Is it good?” Jimin chuckled and with full cheeks, your daughter nodded her head. 

“Eat carefully,” You warned. “I don’t want you to get a tummy ache.”

You sat down with your plate and the three of you began to eat together. This was another thing you hadn’t had or done growing up. Most of your meals you’d either ate in the house alone or upstairs in your room. Never around the table and definitely not with your parents. Sometimes, you ate with your mother while sitting on the couch watching T.V. but even that was a rare occasion. 

“That was very good mommy.” Your daughter complimented, slumping back in her chair after finishing her food. 

“Thank you, sweetie.” 

“You look a little sleepy ladybug,” Jimin said.

Your daughter nodded her head, lifting up her tiny hands to wipe at her eyes. “I’m sleepy.” 

“Okay, little lady. Let’s go get you clean and ready for bed then.” Your daughter raised her arms and in one scoop Jimin picked her up carrying her upstairs. 

After you finished the rest of your food you began to clean up the kitchen and by the time you were done and went upstairs, Jimin was tucking your daughter into bed. 

“Good night baby girl,” You walked over, placing a soft kiss on her forehead and puffy cheeks. 

“Goodnight mommy,” She yawned, rolling over snuggling her bear.

You both watched her for a few moments, then quietly began to creep out of the room. Once Jimin closed the door, you reached up and pinched one of his nipples. 

“Ouch,” He whisper-shrieked. “What was that for?”

“Only cool kids?” You playfully lifted your brow.” 

“Hey,” Jimin raised his hands. “Don’t get mad at me that you’re not cool.” 

You rolled your eyes, softly slapping at his arm. 

 Jimin wrapped his arms around you from behind as you walked into your shared room. “You’re still my cool girl though,”

“Nuh-uh, don’t try to smooth talk now.” 

“It’s the truth.”

“Mhm,” You shrugged him off. “You smell like outside.”

“Okay, make me smell like you then.” 

You feigned a gag. “You know your pickup lines are getting more and more terrible.” 

“You still love me though.”

“Of course.”

“Then that’s all that matters.” Jimin grinned. He grabbed your hand lightly kissing your knuckles. “Come on, let’s have some fun. Just me and you.” He wiggled his eyebrows. 

“Shower?”

“Together?” You nodded. “I don’t know if I’m young and limber enough for that but for you anything.” 

Jimin smacked your butt and with that rushed off to the bathroom. It didn’t take long for you to hear the water start running and then him calling your name, beckoning you into the bathroom. 

When you finally made it in there, the space was already filled with steam and Jimin was in the shower. You took off your clothes, placing them on the counter, then stepped into the shower with your husband.  

When you touched his back he jumped a little.

“I almost thought you’d fallen asleep.” 

“Not this time.” You laughed. 

“Good.” He said placing his full lips onto yours.

 It isn’t long before Jimin’s tongue softly pushes into your mouth, his soft fingers digging into your hips. Your soft breaths and moans began to fill the space only spurring him on more to push you into the tile on the shower wall. 

His cock is already hard against your thigh, twitching every now and then. You reach down grasping it in your palm. Jimin groaned against your lips. 

“What’s got you so hard.”

“Watching you all day prance around in them shorts. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on you.” 

You gave his cock a tight stroke. “Yeah?”

“Fuck yeah baby.” He choked out. He detached his lips from yours letting his head rest on the shower tile above your head. 

“Do that again please.” He grumbled. 

As you look up at Jimin eyes closed, letting out soft pants, as you stroked his cock  you feel your cunt beginning to get wetter. You loved seeing him lost in pleasure, looking, and sounding lost in pleasure. You leaned forward placing a kiss on his chest, sucking on the skin in hopes of leaving a mark. 

Jimin began to move his hips forward, fucking into your palm. His hand slid from your waist up to your breast gripping it tightly. When his fingers travel to your nipple tugging on softly, you can’t help the whimper that leaves your throat. 

“You make suh-such pretty noises,” Jimin whispered. His face contorted and a whiny moan tumbled out. “You should stop. Duh-don’t wanna come.” 

“Why.”

“Dis-disappointed.” Was all he mustered out but you understood perfectly. 

“I’m not going to be disappointed. I like to see you come. I want to see you come. Will you come for me Jiminie?” 

“Oh god,” Jimin groaned out.

 His hips stuttering and thrust into your hand a few more times until his release finally hits shortly afterward. A mixture of whines and swears escape as you work him through his orgasm. Your hand tugs on his cock, milking him for all he has until Jimin is softly begging you to stop. 

You let go of his cock, bringing it up to your lips, and licked at the come that hadn’t fallen to the shower floor.

Jimin watched you letting out a strangled breath. “Fuck, your so hot.” He mumbled. 

He leaned down kissing your neck, then slowly traveled his way down until his face was right in front of your cunt. Lifting up your left leg he hooked it over his shoulder. Jimin licked a savoring a strip up your slit then afterward wasted no time and dove right in. 

You moaned out watching as his thick lips wrapped around your clit, sucking at it and sending pleasure coursing through your body. In-between sucks, he lapped at the nub, alternating between going slow and fast,. 

“Jih-jimin, don’t stop.” You moaned fingers locked around his hair keeping him nuzzled in-between your thighs. 

Your breaths were getting quicker, your heart pounding against your chest, and lost in pleasure you unknowingly began to buck your hips into Jimin face. Jimin sucked at your clit with more intent already knowing what was about to happen. 

You cried out loudly as the heat in the bottom of your belly finally washed over your entire body. Jimin gripped your shaking thighs holding you up as your orgasm hit you. 

Jimin stayed on the shower floor keeping you standing until your eyes finally opened back up.

“You good?” He asked and you nodded giving him a pleased smile. 

The two of you washed each other down then returned to the room and put on your pajamas, snuggling up in the bed. 

“Thank you,” You muttered sleepily as you laid on his chest.

“For what?”

You shrugged. “I never pictured myself having something like this.”

Jimin pulled you closer, kissing your forehead. “No, thank you for giving me this.”

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When the Chips are Down

part 4

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hello my darlings, You asked for it, and now it’s here. Please enjoy my chaotic ramblings as I dive back into my hectic schedule while also being volunteered for child care!--- chaotic puff

Y/N begrudgingly had to admit that she was in love with the nursery. It was beautiful, warm, comfortable. It wasn’t the nursery she and Mark had made together, but it felt safe even if she knew that nothing was safe while she was in Namjoon’s clutches. It felt like it was hers though. She hadn’t been the one to decorate or set it up, but it was hers. The room was familiar and safe. This was where she had retreated from Namjoon after that horrible night. It was with a sickening feeling to know that that was probably the night that her sweet baby had been conceived. It wasn’t fair to the child. It wasn’t fair to her either. 

It was good to like the nursery. She’d be spending a lot of time in it once the baby arrived, probably even before as she tried to avoid namjoon. She knew deep down though that there was no avoiding him. She doubted he’d ever let her out of his sight again or at least not for a very long time. Even now he hovered over her as she fluttered around the nursery. She was nine months pregnant. Did he really think she was going to run? She doubted she could run even if she tried. She moved at a waddle, her belly impeding any sudden or quick movement. She loved her baby, but she was very ready to not be pregnant anymore. The stress of being back and not having Mark with her wasn’t helping anything either. She was liable to bite Namjoon’s head off if she didn’t get some space, but that wasn’t going to happen. 

“You need to eat something, jagi.” Namjoon sighed watching as she went through the baby clothes he had prepared. 

There wasn’t anything gender specific. He’d arrange for her to pick things once they knew what they were having, but gender neutral outfits would work well for a newborn. His research and Yoongi’s wife had informed him how many outfits a newborn baby could go through in a day. 

“I’m not hungry.” she grumbled, releasing a sigh of her own. 

“You need to eat.” 

“She might be nauseous.” a new voice called from the door to the nursery. 

She turned to find Yoongi and a woman she didn’t know standing in the doorway. Even more surprising was the fact that the woman was holding a baby, a baby that looked unnervingly like Yoongi. 

“I didn’t know you were coming.” Namjoon smiled, tiredly ignoring the guarded look that Sen gave him. 

“You called us.” Yoongi grumbled. “Something about bonding and babies.” 

Y/N looked to Namjoon, completely unimpressed by the fact he had essentially arranged a playdate for her, but it would admittedly be nice to have another woman to talk to other than Miss In. The maids were all terrified of her as Namjoon’s wife. 

“Shoo.” The woman growled shifting the baby on her hip. “Leave the ladies to talk.” 

“She needs…” 

“I think I know a little more about pregnant women than you do, sajangnim.” She smiled sweetly, though the expression lacked any sincerity. Y/N could tell immediately that she was going to like this woman. “Yoongi.” 

The man held up his hands in surrender, dragging out a protesting Namjoon so that the two women could get acquainted. 

“I’m Sen. Yoongi’s wife.” she introduced herself keeping a little distance between herself and the other woman for both of their comfort. 

“I didn’t know that Yoongi got married.” 

“How could you? You weren’t here.” Y/N flinched a little at that, but Sen was quick to correct herself. “Oh no, don’t get me wrong. I admire you for making it out. No one else would have the guts. Namjoon is one scary mother fucker.” Y/N had to laugh at that. “Doing what you did takes some balls.” 

“Still ended up back here.” 

“You did better than I did.” 

Y/N froze staring at the other woman with wide eyes. “You escaped?” 

“I wouldn’t say escaped so much as left. Yoongi and I weren’t together. I was one of Jimin’s girls. I left when I realized I was pregnant. Yoongi showed up at the hospital right after this little guy was born.” 

“Yoongi’s?” 

“Not like he would allow me to see anyone else, possessive bastard.” 

“Seems to be a running trend here.” 

“Come on.” Sen laughed, taking a step towards her. “You should sit down. That baby has to be giving you some back pain by now.” 

“You have no idea.” She groaned, sinking down into the rocking chair again. “How old is he?” 

“Three months. His name’s Yoonho.” 

“He’s cute.” 

“Want to hold him?” Sen offered practically shoving the baby into her arms. “I’m desperate for someone else to hold the little bugger. Yoongi is possessive, but you’d think the baby was a bomb with the way he treats him.” 

“He doesn’t seem like a baby person.” 

“He’s not.” Sen laughed as Y/N settled little Yoonho against her bump. 

She had to admit the kid was adorable, chubby in the most delicious way, like a little dumpling. He had dark hair that stuck up at odd angles, and she was in love. It could have been the hormones running through her system, but she was completely enamored with the little guy. 

“How do you do it?” She asked, her voice soft and unsure. “How do you raise a baby in all this?” 

“You do the best you can. No one asks for this, but at least it comes with some very luxurious settings.” 

Y/N smiled a little. It was true that Namjoon provided a very gilded cage. The nursery was proof of that. Everything was arranged to make her life comfortable, even if she was anything but, and looking down at Yoonho she was reminded she wouldn’t be alone in this soon. She was going to have a little one of her own to look after, to protect from all of this.

Part of her wished that she was having a boy. There’d be no pressure to have another baby with Namjoon. A greater part of her wished that it would be a girl. She didn’t want to give her tormentor the heir he needed. It was a patriarchy after all. He needed a boy, and she didn’t want to give that to him. She didn’t want to give him any children, but it was too late for that. In a few short weeks there was going to be a baby whether she wanted it to be Namjoon’s or not.

Sen observed the other woman for a moment, watching the melancholy drift over her features from her seat on the floor. There were other chairs, but the floor seemed like the best option for when Yoonho decided he was going to be fussy and wanted floor time. “You okay?”

“Not really.” She answered with a shaky smile. “He’s adorable.”

“You won’t say that when he’s crying.”

“You were one of Jimin’s girls?” she asked curiously, desperate to get the focus off of her and her life.

“I was working off my mom’s debt. Stayed because it paid well.” She shrugged. “I was always planning on leaving, but he sped up my time table.” Y/N nodded understandingly practically melting as the baby cooed up at her. “Apparently up and leaving with one of the big seven’s babies is frowned upon.”

“Apparently.”

She wasn’t naïve enough to notice the similarities in their stories. They had both been thrust into this life, for different reasons, and they had both tried to leave, unsuccessfully so. She was honestly surprised that Namjoon had allowed them to be alone together, but he had probably only been thinking of the baby side of things and not the scheming wife side of it.

“It gets better.” Sen offered only to be met with a disbelieving look from the other woman. “It does.”

“You just have to be their doll.”

“No one said it was easy, but there are things you have to do for your family.”

“He’s killed my family.”

“Not the baby.”

“I’m terrified it’s going to be a boy, that I’m going to bring a little Namjoon into the world.”

Sen nodded understandingly. “You’ll love that baby regardless. Even if that baby is Namjoon’s carbon copy, it’s still yours too. You get to raise it.”

“It feels like he’s won. He’s taken everything.”

Sen sighed, running a hand through her hair as she tried to find the words to say. “You still have your baby, and despite everything, you have Namjoon’s ear. You can use that. Do you know how hard he worked to find you? We were honestly all a little scared of him.”

“We?”

“The other girls.”

A choked sound of surprise left her at that. She was stunned. Namjoon was going to hold her escape against her. He was going to hold Mark against her, but he had gone to see Jimin’s girls in her absence. It was horribly and hilariously hypocritical.

“The other girls.”

“No one really wanted to mess with him before you. He’s scary. You know? But after you? He was an absolute nightmare. Those poor girls have probably all breathed a sigh of relief to know that you’re back.”

“They can keep him.”

“After the past few months? They don’t want him.”

“I don’t want him either.” She scoffed bouncing the baby a little as he fussed.

“Then we’re all agreed. We should form a club.”

Y/N couldn’t help it. She burst out laughing, a mix of emotions running through her. Eventually the laughing slowed into tears, which Sen was quick to notice.

She stood up quickly, scooping the baby up with one arm and draping the other comfortingly around the other woman’s shoulders.

“It’s going to be alright.” She promised. “You’re not alone here anymore. We have to look out for each other, right?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Besides, who else is going to listen to me complain about diapers and gush over baby clothes?” Y/N let out another teary laugh. “Why don’t we go take a walk in the garden? I think we could all use some fresh air.”

---

Namjoon watched from his office window as his wife and Yoongi’s strolled through the garden. They were talking and laughing in a way that was comfortable, familiar, something he hadn’t even seen her display with Jin and Jungkook, and he begrudgingly had to admit that those two were her favorites of the bunch. She was always happier with everyone who wasn’t him. He shouldn’t have been jealous. He knew she needed female friends, but he wanted her to be that comfortable with him.

“If you keep frowning like that your face is going to freeze.” Yoongi drawled from where he was lounging in one of Namjoon’s chairs. “Sit down and relax. You’re gonna miss it after the baby comes. They cry, all the time.” Namjoon didn’t move. “She’s not going to suddenly come running to you because you’re staring at her like a psychopath from the window.”

“I don’t like to be away from her. We were apart too long already.”

Yoongi groaned leaning his head back. “She needs space too. She doesn’t like you.”

“I know that.” Namjoon snapped irritably. He didn’t need to be reminded of his failure to woo his own wife.

“It could get better.” Yoongi offered lazily. “Babies change things. You never know.”

God, Namjoon hoped that was true. He hoped that the baby would soften her to him. He wanted, no needed, them to be a family. He wanted her to smile and laugh with him like she was with Sen in the garden. He wanted it to be the two of them and their own child, maybe even a few more. They had the perfect house for kids. He had the perfect wife. He just needed her to see that.

“How does Sen not chop your head off?”

“I don’t step on her toes, and she doesn’t step on mine.” Yoongi shrugged. “But I’ve known her a long time. She knows me. She may not like me, but we’re comfortable together. Y/N is not comfortable with you.”

“I’m trying.”

“Try harder?”

“She ran off with another man.”

“And you fucked Jimin’s girls. They’re terrified of you.”

Namjoon growled in frustration, his eyes still fixed on her figure as she continued her walk. They’d both made mistakes. He knew that, and he was willing to forgive her, even if he wouldn’t forgive the man who had taken her away. All that mattered was that she and the baby were home again, with him.

“It doesn’t matter now.”

“I guarantee it matters to her.”

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. She doesn’t need any more stress right now. It isn’t good for the baby.”

Yoongi scoffed at that, but didn’t say anything more.

---

Several hours later, Sen and Yoongi were due to head home, much to Y/N’s dismay. It was nice to have someone who understood around, but she couldn’t blame the other woman for wanting to go back to her own house, to unwind and relax and settle her baby down for a much needed nap.

Yoongi was visibly smug by how well the two women got along, and Namjoon was hovering, ready to whisk her away for lunch. He was still fixated on the fact she hadn’t eaten any of the breakfast he had had prepared for her.

“I’ll come again soon.” Sen promised, one hand holding Y/N’s. “We can pick some things for the baby.”

“Thank you for coming.” She smiled leaning in to hug the woman goodbye and to coo one last time at the baby.

Namjoon would have been lying to say he didn’t melt at the sight of her interacting with Yoongi’s child. He couldn’t wait for it to be his child she was fussing over. Soon, he reminded himself. He would have this soon.

“Come on.” Yoongi grumbled, gently taking the baby from Sen. “It’s time to go home, and Namjoon looks like he’s going to have an anxiety attack if he doesn’t get Y/N to eat in the next five minutes.”

“Hyung.” Namjoon nodded, relieved to have the visitors leaving so he could have time with his wife.

“It’s going to be okay.” Sen whispered as she gave the other woman a hug. “You have all the power right now. Don’t forget that. He can’t do anything while you’re carrying his child.”

True, but how far could she really push her boundaries before Namjoon pushed back? She didn’t know, but she was planning on finding out.

part 5