#please dont let this flop o|-< smiles

[fishbloc]

emergency cømms

hi umm ^_^ i need some quick cash stat so im willing to draw smth in the style above for 6usd (crazy cheap i know) if anyone wants

i need around 20-22usd (fickle exchange rates wooo) so taking 4 ppl!

thank you <3

4/4 slot has been claimed!

[schlattslambo]

haikyuu boys with a chubby!s/o

includes: tsukishima, bokuto, osamu (ft a sprinkle of atsumu) ushijima (tendo makes an appearance)

lots of fluff!! some angst in tsukki’s, but that cant really be helped mans a jerk sometimes. TW FOR NEGATIVE BODY IMAGE. this WILL have mentions of a bad relationship with food, so PLEASE read with caution if that effects you.

reader is gn, but is called gorgeous

kind of a self indulgent blurb tbh

seeing you insecure is one of his least favorite things. seeing you cry is the worst. putting them together? oh boy, he’s ready to fight

=============================

tsukishima spots you eating with hinata and kageyama, stuffing a meat bun into your mouth with a smile. the boys had brought home another nationals win, and you were all having a get together at daichi’s place. tsukishima sits down across from you, smirking.

“god, y/n, you’re such a fatass.”

the words leave his lips easily, and you want to spit out your food. you notice everyone’s eyes on you, and you try and get the meat bun down as fast as you can. you know tsukishima can be a jerk with his little comments, but there was no remorse after this. even after being together, his comments would still sting, even though he didnt mean for them to. but what did change was his apology afterwards if he noticed that he hurt you.

you dont speak for the remainder of the party. you just sit on the couch, scrolling through your phone. you were waiting for tsukishima’s apology, but it never came. surely he had seen your reaction.

“y/n, you ready to go?” tsukishima’s voice cuts through your thoughts. you nod silently, walking home with him.

it doesnt hit him until you’re in bed before him, facing the wall in one of your pajama shirts. not his. usually when the two of you come home from parties, you spend some time together. getting into bed, tsukishima moves to pull you close, hands on your tummy where they usually rest. you tense.

“hey, what gives?” tsukishima asks, propping himself up on his elbow. “you dont wanna cuddle?”

you shake your head, blinking back tears. tsukishima is about to flop back down when he hears a sniffle.

“y/n?” he asks, voice softer. “are you okay?”

“no.”

your voice sounds so broken, making tsukishima sigh softly. he gently wraps his arms around you.

“i’m sorry for what i said.” he says gently. “i didnt mean to hurt you. i was going to apologize sooner but dumb and dumber pulled me away.”

you sniffle again, wiping your eyes. “it’s fine.” you mumble.

“love, its not fine.” tsukishima sighs. “you know i love you more than anything in this world. i never mean to hurt you with my comments. i know your weight is a sensitive subject for you, and i’m sorry. if you want, i can sleep on the couch tonight.”

when you don’t respond, tsukishima goes to grab the spare blanket and pillow for when he makes a particularly snide comment and you dont want to speak to him. you sit up, looking at him. your cheeks are streaked with tears and your nose is slightly red.

“don’t go.” you say softly. “i love you.”

tsukishima gets into bed, pulling you close. he places a gentle kiss on your forehead, closing his eyes.

“again, i’m sorry for hurting you, y/n.” he says softly. “you’re absolutely amazing and perfect, and i cant believe that you’d love a jerk like me. i’m so thankful to have you in my life.”

you thank the alcohol for letting tsukishima be slightly more open with his emotions. he never spoke like that unless he was drunk, but he showed his love for you in different ways, like sharing his strawberry shortcake with you.

there are two constants in tsukishima’s life: his love for strawberry shortcake, and his love for you.

***

bokuto is a people person, through and through. he loves the attention, and he cant get enough of the fans swooning over him. until you came along, he was nearly overwhelmed by all the attention.

with you in his life now, he wasnt sure how he survived before. having someone in his life that was a constant, seeing him at his lowest points and helping lift him up, was honestly so crazy to him. he loves you more than he loves volleyball, and thats the love of his life.

after a particularly good game against shiratorizawa, bokuto is flocked by attractive looking fans. before he can even get to you to receive his post game you-did-amazing-kiss, he was pulled in several different directions for questions. you didnt really mind it if you were honest. dating bokuto came with him talking to fans before going to kiss you after a game, and you were fine with that.

a few attractive girls walked up to bokuto, giggling at him, asking for pictures, the usual.

“oh bo, are you single? i would love to date you!” one of the girls said, swooning in front of bokuto.

“i’m sorry ladies, but i’m taken! i’m dating y/n and i love them!” bokuto was proud. he was so proud that he can call you his.

“y/n??” another girl cackled. “but bo, you’re so strong and muscular and attractive! how can you be dating someone thats so fat??”

fat. the word echoed in your ears as the girls all turned and giggled at you. you were a bit chubby, sure, but it only bothered you sometimes. like now, when you looked at all of the thinner girls and figured that bokuto would be happier with them.

“i’ll see you at home kou!” you call, giving bokuto your best fake smile. “i’m gonna make us some dinner!”

bokuto knew that something was wrong, that he needed to stop you, but he got pulled back to do an interview.

when he finally gets home, he finds you looking in the mirror, tears streaming down your face as you look at yourself. to you, you look hideous. a chubby stomach, too thick thighs. you hate it.

bokuto walks up behind you and hugs you tightly. it takes him a moment to realize that you’re crying, so he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“whats the matter bub?” he asks sweetly.

“i’m too fat.” you whimper. “there’s so many other people that are more attractive than me. you can do so much better.”

bokuto is shocked. you’d never brought this up before. what happened that made you feel so negatively about yourself? you’re wonderful!

he finds himself laughing in spite of himself. him? find someone better than YOU? no chance.

“little owl, you’re one of the most gorgeous human beings i have ever met. loving you has been such a privilege and i’m honored to be your boyfriend.” he says, wrapping his arms around you. “you are the light in my life on dark days. you make me smile like nobody else can. your brain being mean is not a reflection of that. you have some chub, so what? you’re so beautiful and wonderful and i cannot believe you’re mine.”

by the time bokuto is done, you’re crying even more. he takes this as a sign to take it up a notch. he knows that you might not be crying from sadness anymore, but you aren’t smiling just yet.

“are you insecure about this?” bokuto asks, gently holding your tummy. “this adorable thing? what about this?”

he goes around, gripping your thighs, your arms, and even your butt. by the time he’s done, you’re laughing. you turn around and hug bokuto, who you have just realized has not taken a shower yet, and smile.

“thank you kou.” you say, softly kissing his cheek. “i love you so much.”

bokuto smiles, returning your kiss. he’s happy that you’re smiling again, and makes sure that you know that he’s not above making an ass of himself just to see you smile.

***

osamu’s love language is service and gifts. he loves making you food, letting you try new menu items before he puts them out, and is generally just a big foodie (duh). it’s natural that he’d have a slightly bigger partner because of his time working at onigiri miya. he’s gotta have someone comfortable with eating some of the concoctions that he makes.

you sit on the kitchen counter, swinging your legs happily as you watch osamu cook. he’s in his element, humming along to the soft music that he has playing. he’s making you a new dish to try, slightly nervous because he’s the most excited about it.

“okay love,” he says, placing a plate next to you. “go ahead.”

you pick up the rice ball, which is shaped like an actual ball and covered in a sweet dark sauce, and lift it to your lips. you sigh, content with how absolutely delicious it is.

“baby this is amazing!” you say, noticing osamu’s nervous expression.

osamu sighs with a smile, kissing your temple. “can i take a picture for the onigiri miya instagram page?” he asks against your skin.

you pose, smiling sweetly as you hold up the newest menu item. osamu snaps the picture, uploading it with a smile.

“you’re so adorable.” he says, hugging you. “still cant believe you’re mine.”

you smile, pecking his cheek. it’s weird, being doted on like this. you know that he and atsumu have been super competitive all their lives, and you knew that osamu almost never got the girls. it was always atsumu. you never knew why; he was such a sweetheart. he always took care of you, made sure that you never went hungry, gave you kisses and snuggles, and give you pleasure that you didnt even know you could experience.

osamu’s phone buzzed on the counter, dozens of notifications coming from people commenting and liking the post. you glance over, reading the first comment you see:

osamufan81615: wow, i cant believe how big y/n’s gotten! lay off the food my dude XD

you freeze, opening your phone to look at the comments. you notice that a few of the comments are harsher than usual, and all of the mean comments are directed towards you. more specifically, your weight. you find yourself getting lost in the comments, nearly getting physically sick at how rude some people could be.

osamu was observant. he watched your entire aura change as you scrolled on your phone. he took it out of your hands, wrapping his arms around you. he scooped you up from the counter, walking with your legs wrapped around his waist until he sat on the couch.

you cant help but sniffle, rereading some of the comments in your mind. you go to move off of osamu’s lap, but he holds you tighter.

“don’t listen to ‘em.” he says softly. “you are so amazing and so much more than whatever weight you are. you’re mine, and that’s all i could ever want. i love you as you are, and dont let some idiots get ya down.”

he strokes your hair, trailing his hand down your back just how you like. the two of you sit silently for a bit, your head on osamu’s shoulder.

“love you ‘samu.” you mumble quietly against his neck.

osamu’s phone buzzed with a text, undoubtedly from atsumu. osamu pushed his phone away until atsumu called him, making osamu groan. you giggled.

“what do ya want, ya pest?” osamu groaned.

“do ya see how they’re treating y/n in the comments on your most recent post??” atsumu all but yells. “i’ve been replying to comments for the past 15 minutes telling ‘em to lay off.”

“i have. i’m letting them get their 15 minutes of fame.” osamu replied. “i’m comforting y/n right now because the comments are getting to them.”

“i told one of them that they look like their family tree is a circle.” atsumu said, a smile clear in his voice. you couldnt help but laugh.

“thanks bro.” osamu said, a smile on his face as well. “i’ll let you keep harassing em, i got more important matters to attend to.”

hanging up the phone, osamu leans over and kisses you. he peppers kisses on your neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. you shiver, gasping when he sucks on your neck.

“how about we go upstairs and i help you forget about all those idiots and show you how much you mean to me, hm?”

you cant help but nod. the new menu item is put up the following week, and osamu really drives home the fact that you are perfect just the way you are by letting you ride him for hours the night of the menu’s new debut.

***

ushijima wakatoshi. a strong, stoic man who barely speaks two words on the court unless he’s really riled up. dating the top ace in the country comes with long nights where he stays out after winning a big game, being stopped on the street, and countless interviews. it also came with him worshiping the ground you walked on.

“toshi, what do you think of this one?” you ask, opening the dressing room door.

your figure is hugged by a sparkly red outfit, accentuating your curves perfectly. ushijima sits up straight, eyes nearly bulging out of his face.

“thats the one.” he says.

you cant help but giggle. you were invited to attend a banquet dinner, black tie only, with the team. you had no outfits that were fancy enough for the occasion, so ushijima insisted he buy something for you.

walking to the register, you hold ushijima’s hand with a smile. the cashier made some small talk while she scanned and bagged the items of your outfit.

“i do have to say, im a very big fan of yours wakatoshi.” she said, giving a sweet smile to your boyfriend. “congratulations on your big win.”

usually, whenever you two went to the store together, the cashier would make a big deal out of talking to ushijima. this lady was a very pleasant change.

“thank you, miss.” ushijima replied with a smile.

later that night, you walked into the banquet, holding ushijima’s hand with a smile. there were photographers everywhere, and you were almost blinded by the flashes of all the cameras.

sitting down at a table with tendo and goshiki, you give them both a smile.

“hey boys.” you greet.

“hi y/n!” goshiki says, sitting up straight. “you look wonderful tonight!”

you smile. “thank you tsu.”

goshiki has had a thing for you for so long, that you’re sure if you werent dating anyone, he’d be trying to get with you. ushijima places a hand on your thigh, rubbing it with his thumb gently.

as the evening progressed, there were more and more interviews being done. ushijima was being interviewed by a taller, attractive woman, who was clearly flirting with him.

“so, wakatoshi, whats your workout routine look like?” she asks, smiling as she pushes some hair behind her ear. “i know a hunk such as yourself has to have a staple in his routine.”

“i enjoy running.” ushijima starts. “i also tend to focus on weight lifting when i dont do cardio.”

“do you have a workout partner?”

ushijima nods. “yes, my partner y/n.” he says, a smile growing on his lips.

“y/n?” the interviewer asks, a hint of disgust in her voice. “are they the chubby one following you around tonight? they don’t seem to be that good of a workout partner to me.”

tendo’s ear twitched while talking to you, his attention quickly turning to ushijima and the pest speaking with him.

“they are very encouraging.” ushijima continues. “i enjoy their company while lifting weights.”

“well, maybe you need someone,” the lady clears her throat. “…thinner to help you. y/n is practically spilling out of that outfit they’re in.”

“thats it.” tendo says, getting up.

you heard the entire thing. the woman was set on tearing you down, but ushijima was, as usual, telling her how amazing you were. you were slightly tearing up at the final comment.

tendo grabs your wrist gently, pulling you to ushijima. he knew that ushijima wasnt one for confrontation, but tendo was more than happy to go off on someone in his place. you wipe your misty eyes as you follow.

“actually,” tendo squints, looking at the name sticker on the lady’s jacket. “aiko, is it? i know my buddy toshi here wont say it, but i will. putting someone down because you wish you were in their place is very ugly. ushijima is with y/n because he loves them. all there is to it.”

“this interview is over.” ushijima says, turning to you. “i’m sorry babe, lets go get something to drink.”

you glance over at the lady, giving her a nice smile before you walk away.

“lets go get trashed!!!” tendo yells, allowing a chorus of cheers from the other teammates to fill the banquet hall.

as you can tell, this was a LONG one. lowercase is intended, and this was done while sitting at work, so i hope you enjoy.

and no matter what your weight, you are beautiful and deserve love ❤️

[mshroom1e]

Hello! It's my first time requesting but I loved ur azul fic omg. Can I please have azul x gn! Reader where azul maybe comforts the reader because they can see they're really tired and always sleeping in and just not feeling all that great mentally. (Depression episode I suppose) if you dont want to write something depressing that's alr! Then maybe just like headcanons of napping with azul u can make it crack if u want I dont mind. Whatever ur comfortable with! If u like neither feel free to not do this request that's alr. Thank you :) have a good day and week ♡

Hello, thank you so much for the request!! I'm sorry it took so long for me to answer but I hope you enjoy it. I really liked writing the hcs stuff and can't wait to do more of them in the future. Finally, I hope I did well portraying how Yuu feels throughout this.

type: fanfic/hcs

Summary: Yuu hasn't been feeling the best and Azul tries his best to help with feeling better. Comfort, followed by some headcanons.

1.3k words

tags: reader receiving comfort, fluff

Warning(s): Depressive Episode

Life at NRC was rough. Everything went as swimmingly as a house on fire and you were completely drained. Exhausted.

Getting out of bed was much more of a hassle than it should've been. You were constantly exhausted, already having had enough of the day despite it just being started. No matter how much you tried, your body wouldn't cooperate and just flop back onto the bed. You were late to class on most mornings, and on the days you did manage to make it on time, you were in a vicious battle with sleep and always seemed to lose. The persistent tiredness and overall low mood made you feel, to put it plainly, like absolute shit.

On one particular morning, you couldn't find it in yourself to get out of bed. Virtually, you had given up. All that was left of your little remaining willpower diminished. Dissipated.

Azul noticed the lack of your presence instantly. He usually passed by you in hallways before class, always smiling at you or greeting you as you crossed paths. It was unusual to never see you at all during the day. He realised your worsening mental and physical conditions a few days before you didn't show up at school, but thought it was just him seeing it as no one else he asked seemed to notice at all. He was extremely worried, but for the life of him, he couldn't think of what to do to help you in any good way.

Concern for you became full-fledged worry as you were nowhere to be seen at the Mostro Lounge. About a week prior, you promised Azul that you would meet up with him at the lounge to spend some time together once it closed as you were both too busy to see each other during the day. At first, he thought it was just a simple case of being stood up on a date, but something inside him told him it was something more than that. Something he needed to help with.

So that's why Azul found himself in front of the rickety Ramshacke dorm, a bag of bits and bobs in tow, all gathered to make you feel better. The outside door was unlocked, which made sense as it was still during the day. He let himself into the dorm's entrance, greeting the air as he entered.

"Pardon the intrusion..." Azul gently pushed your bedroom door with his foot, arms full of all the items he brought in the hopes of making you feel better.

He carried mostly snacks, medicine, in case you were sick, blankets, a few oversized clothes since he knew how much you loved wearing them, and other things he thought you might need.

The human-sized lump under the covers of your bed was enough to tell Azul where you had been the whole day. His shoulders slumped as he set down the bags and carefully approached you.

You lay on your side, face almost completely covered by your blanket. You weren't even able to muster the strength to greet Azul when he walked into the room as you stared straight ahead, eyes glazed over and staring at nothing.

"Yuu?" He called out your name and placed himself on a spot next to you on the medium sized bed, the mattress slowly dipping under the new mass on top of it.

If Azul was being completely honest with himself, he had no idea what to do. He was so used to only relating with the majority of his peers due to his deals and other shady business that he gained such little emotional intelligence.

When you didn't reply, he settled for placing a hand on where he assumed your shoulder was, as if to let his prescence be known by you and for you to know that you weren't alone anymore.

Azul sat with you for a few minutes before you reached out of the blanket bundle and softly wrapped your hands around his torso, pulling him towards you in some sort of awkward hug. His eyes widened a fraction before he relaxed and allowed you to hold him.

There was a little more awkward shuffling before you ended up with your head on his shoulder and hands clutching onto the back of his uniform tightly. He leaned back onto the headboard and let your body weight rest on himself. He figured he would just wait until you were happy enough to start talking, so he slowly rubbed circles on your back as he felt his shoulder become damp.

Your silent tears became sniffles and sobs as you could finally release all the emotional constipation you felt. As you cried, you practically latched onto Azul like a koala, hugging him as you imagined Floyd would "squeeze" people.

His body was more cool than warm. Frequent hugs and touches with Azul taught you that his body didn't regulate its own heat at all, meaning he was always cold to the touch and today was no exception. Despite the chilling cold, he was still comfortable to lean against. His lack of warmth was made up by your own.

After your sobs and sniffles reduced, you pulled away from Azul, your face a few inches away from his and your eyes looking to the side.

"I'm sorry..." you started, "about all this."

Azul's eyes softened. He felt something inside him sting at the state you were in. To him, you were a beacon of light. Your presence was enough to give him a reason to keep going. Always managing to shine brightly despite whatever life threw at you. But no pillar lasts forever. Even the most formidable were due to crumble sooner or later. However, it can remain standing and in good condition when taken care of and supported in the correct way. And that was exactly what Azul was going to do.

He may not have the best way with words outside his deals and shady transactions, but he knew he could support you by listening and doing his best to take care of you until you were able to pick yourself back up and continue being as brilliant as you always were.

Azul would be so awkward but try his best when comforting someone.

Awkward back pats all the way

I imagine that he wouldn't say much, but his comforting actions are enough to make his s/o feel a lot better.

Definitely cancells whatever he's doing to make time to spend with you.

He'd have a list somewhere of all the things you like. From your favourite snacks to what takes your mind off things the most.

He wouldn't blatantly ask about your likes though, he'd probably watch the way you interact with things for a while and then ask you if you like those certain things.

Speaking of his list, he has a cute notebook dedicated to you since studying is what he does best.

He would use his cooking skills to make your favourite comfort dish.

Would smile genuinely when you compliment his cooking but would try to hide it behind smirking while adjusting his glasses, like he usually does.

Once you're done eating, you would play board games together and watch your eyes light up with a huge dopey smile on his face.

He'd maybe lose on purpose just to see you cheer up after gaining a victory. He might do that once in a while but don't expect him to always go easy on you, especially when you notice him letting you win or if you love competition.

Sucks at acting so you can definitely tell when he's pretending to lose

Is pretty good at hugs

His body feels cold to the touch, because octopus, but its a comforting kind of cold he radiates.

If you're shorter, he places his head on top of yours when you lean against him and if you're taller, you rest your head on his shoulder or he rests his head on yours.

"You have absolutely nothing to apogise for. You deserve so much for all that you've done and I wish that whatever appreciation that others don't show you, you should be the one to show yourself."

[flwrkisses]

txt's reaction to their partner pouting at them when they're busy.

winter break is finally here, and i'm trying to figure out if i should do some type of 12 day of christmas type thing... each time i start i never finish sigh.

request: 'can i request txt w/ an s/o who pouts when theyre doing something/concentrating? <3'

genre: super fluff! established relationship.

✧*:･ﾟyeonjun

yeonjun had been intently watching his own practice video their choreographer had taken. he had been watching for any mistakes, over and over again because he was sure there were a couple in there. "junnie?" you called out as you walked out of your shared bedroom and yet no answer. it wasn't usual for your boyfriend to ignore you but he was so engrossed in the video. after calling him a couple more times you just sit next to him and pout at him without saying a word. after a while he could feel your eyes on him, making him pause the video and look up at you. his eyes would go wide and of course he'd pout back at you. "what's wrong baby?" he'd ask as he put his phone aside to attack you with kisses all over your face.

✧*:･ﾟsoobin

of course your boyfriend had been engrossed in a new game he had bought for his switch. it was pretty typical for him, you knew he would be really into his game but when you wanted to tell him something he hardly even gave you a second glance. "soobin? did you hear me?" you asked and he just responded with a quick hum. he obviously wasn't listening which resulted in you pouting and whining at him. the sound of your whines made him pause his game and look at you. "ayyye are you alright?" he chuckled at your pouty face before raising his hand and ruffling your hair.

✧*:･ﾟbeomgyu

beomgyu would probably be watching a video on tiktok or something. he would be in awe at something so simple like an elephant crushing a watermelon. he'd probably wave his phone in your face to have you see it too. it was so incredible in his eyes that he had completely tuned out the attempts in conversation you had made. you pushed his phone away and pouted at him which only made him realize what he had unintentionally been doing. his eyes would grow bug at the sight of your pout, and his hands would come up to squish your cheeks together. "where you talking baby? im so sorry i didn't hear you! DONT POUT PLEASE I'LL MELT!"

✧*:･ﾟtaehyun

your very handsome boyfriend had been on his phone answering a couple texts as his head laid on your lap. you played with his hair gently, smiling softly at how comfortable he looked with his head against your thighs. you softly placed a kiss on his forehead and said softly something along the lines of how lucky you were to have him which got no answer. at first you didn't mind it but after 3 or so minutes you look down at him. he was probably really focused on making sure there were no typos in his text, which you knew he cared about a lot, but you couldn't help but pout a bit and move your hand from his hair. once he noticed your hand stray from his dyed strands he couldn't help but look up at you and notice your pout. his eyes would grow wider than they naturally were, before asking "oh no... i did something didn't i?"

✧*:･ﾟhueningkai

kai would never intentionally ignore you, he just was so into the game on his phone that he hardly noticed that you were trying to have a full conversation with him. at first you thought he had been listening and responding to you, but unfortunately he had been just making  concentrated comments about his came not even aware of you standing at the bedroom door. you pouted your lips a bit and let your body flop on the bed in front of him which finally gained his attention. "oh! you're so cute when you pout!" he exclaims as he sets his game aside and goes to squish your cheeks.

❁ requests are now open! ⤞ click here !

for more of my work: masterlist.

- mari x

[jewbeloved]

Hi!! I just recently saw your blog but I really like your work💗!!! I dont know if anyone has asked for something like this, but can I request Stan, Kyle, Kenny, Butters and Craig reaction to the fact that s/o tirns into a fich (mermaid) when touched with water?��💖💖

Stan, Kyle, Kenny, Butters, Craig with a s/o that can turn into a fish when touched by water🐟🚿🚿💗💗💗

Note: I was thinking about writing this one, and this also reminds of TBHK (Toilet Bound Hanako Kun) lmao-

Warnings: None

Gender: Neutral

💙 Stan Marsh 🧊

He thought it was kinda weird that you always avoided water and other forms of liquid.

You didn't want to tell him, what If he calls you a freak or maybe he will take you to the sea store to be turned into food and get eaten????

You didn't want to risk that so you keep your secret from everyone.

Until one day, when you were hanging out with Stan and his friends at his house.

Kenny accidentally spilled his water bottle all over you.

Scales began to appear all over your body until you transformed into a fish.

Kenny was shocked and so was the other boys when they saw you.

You were desperately scared so you tried to escape from them but ended up falling off the table.

Before you could hit the floor, you landed into the palms of a gloved hand.

You look up to see that you were in Stan's hand and you immediately covered your face.

"PLEASE DON'T EAT ME!!" Tears began to fall from your eyes as the boys stared at you.

"Hey hey hey..! calm down Y/n! we won't eat you!"

Your body was still shaking as you slowly removed your fins from covering your eyes.

You saw Stan giving you a gentle smile.

"You...won't....?" He gave you a nod.

"Mphhmmhphm!" (Their scales are so pretty and colorful!) You felt Kenny gentle brushing his finger against your scales.

"Kenny, be careful! they're still tiny you know!"

After a min, you transformed back into your normal self.

Stan jumped backwards in shock as the others did too.

"What the hell? weren't you just a tiny fish a sec ago?" Cartman said in confusion.

"Sorry that I have been hiding this from you guys... especially you Stan. I was afraid of your reactions to this, I only get turned into a fish when my body gets associated with water or any other forms of liquid"

They all looked at each other for a sec before looking back at you still in confusion.

"So it's basically a fish curse then?" You nodded.

"Then I guess you don't take a bath then since you can't get associated with water" You cringed at Cartman saying that.

"I know...that's why I hate this curse...." You looked down in sadness.

Stan lift up your chin and pulled you into a small little kiss.

"I don't mind it, I'll still love you no matter what okay? <3"

You smiled at that, knowing that you can trust Stan.

"Okay, ew. screw you guys, I'm going home"

You guys laughed as Cartman walked out the door.💙💙💙💙💙

💚 Kyle Broflovski 🌳

You and Kyle were chilling out at shark pond park.

You were running out of time so you had to jump into the pond which caused Kyle to panic.

He kneed down and looked into the water but he didn't see any sight of you.

"Y/n?! Y/n where are you?!" Kyle yelled, still panicking.

You jumped into the air letting out your mermaid form before landing back into the water.

Kyle was able to catch that before you went back into the water. He was now in full confusion and shock.

You then jumped out of the water splashing Kyle by accident while landing on the ground near him.

He backed away a little before speaking up.

"Y-Y/n?" He looked at your legs and saw that you had a fish like tail.

"Hehehe, sorry that I scared you Kyle..did I splash you too hard?" You flopped next to him.

"Y/n? what are you..?" He said still observing your current state.

"Oh I'm a mermaid, can't you see?" You jumped back into the water splashing Kyle again.

"Stop splashing me dude!" you giggled.

"Sorry 🤭🤭"

"Anyways, how exactly are you a mermaid and why haven't you told me this before?" You went silent for a sec.

"Well...not many people see mermaids often or even believe that they are real anyways. I hid this from people because they might try to hunt me down or who knows what else could happen If my secret gets out..."

You looked at Kyle in a serious face expression.

"Are you going to tell everyone my secret....Kyle....now that you saw me in my mermaid form?"

Kyle was taken up by this.

"No, I won't. unless...."

"Unless what?"

"You help me dry my clothes that you splash up! or no more cuddles or kisses!" You looked at Kyle's clothes, they were fully wet.

"Oh...okay!" You were relief that he wasn't going to tell anyone your secret.

And even If you say no, he still isn't going to tell anybody. He'll just ask his mom to dry his clothes instead <3 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

🧡 Kenny Mccormick ⭐

You were hanging out with Kenny at the water park even though you knew you weren't supposed to be around any forms of liquid such as water.

He wanted you to play in the water with him be you kept refusing saying that you prefer to stay on land then in the water.

He was confused and kinda upset but he understood and left you be.

It wasn't until after 5 mins some random asswipes decided to do a big cannonball into the water splashing everybody and you.

The scales spread all over your body until you transformed into your fish form.

You desperately had to find some way to turn back to normal before anybody sees you.

You looked around and saw Kenny still in the water, you though of the idea of hiding inside his soft fluffy blonde hair.

With a few struggles of trying to get close to him as possible, you leaped into the air and landed on his hair

"Hm?" He placed his hand in his hair trying to feel around while you were making sure his hand doesn't touch you.

"What's wrong Kenny?" Stan asked while approaching him.

"I just felt something land in my hair...I don't know what it is" He placed his other hand in his hair, looks like your cover is almost blown.

"Its probably just a bug or some leaves"

"Huh? what's this?" His hand grabbed you and lifted you out of his hair.

"A fish was in your hair?" You saw them both looking straight at you.

"Eeeeeeeeek!" You tried to escape Kenny's hand but he tighten his grip a little to prevent you.

"Let me go Kenny!!" You squirmed a little more as his eyes widen.

"Wait...this fish sounds just like Y/n! Y/n? Is that you???"

You stood silence for a min.

"Yes..."

"What!?" You shush them both up before anyone could look this way.

"No way dude! you're a fish?!"

"Please just let me explain!"

After explaining, I ain't writing the explanation •~•

"That's basically it....you probably think I'm a weirdo now..."

Kenny began to put you closer to his mouth and you immediately got frightened.

You closed your eyes waiting for the impact of his tongue to throw you into his stomach.

You were instead met with lips kissing your scales instead.

It tickled you a little due to your small form at the moment.

"I'ma leave you both alone then...." Stan scurried away.

"K-Kenny?! you just kissed me!" Even as a fish he can still see that pretty flustered face of yours.

"Yeah? I don't care what you are, you're not a weirdo to me. I literally have a curse that always brings me back to life whenever I die and you're the only one who remembers my deaths"

"I guess you do have a point..."

He gentle brushed his fingers over your scales.

"You have some pretty scales you know :)"

"Shut up.."🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

💛 Butters Scotch ✨

He would be very confused and nervous at the same time.

You kinda had to hold him back to prevent him from running off and telling people what he just saw.

Even If he did tell somebody, I don't think they would believe him because his parents and everyone else chose not to believe that mermaids are real.

Speaking of that, Cartman would probably manipulate him into thinking that mermaids are dangerous and they will try to lure you into their domain and eat you alive.

Knowing how gullible Butters is, he fully believed what Cartman said and he started to avoid you.

It might take a while for you to gain his trust again since Cartman really got to him this time.

Anyways...overtime, Butters started to become more comfortable around you whenever you were in your mermaid form.

Expect him to apologize sooner than later for believing Cartman's lies about you being the bad guy here.

You obviously forgive Butters and reassure him that's it's not his fault.💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

💙 Craig Tucker 💛

He personally didn't mind the fact that you showed him your fish form.

He probably might have to make sure stripe doesn't eat you.

He also might sometimes forget that you were a fish so the next time you transform into a fish he will get reminded.

Need to turn back to normal? He'll place you in front of a fan so the water can dry off you.

Want to stys in your fish form a little longer?. He'll organize a personal fish bowl just for you <3

Just don't ask where he got the bowl because he ain't telling you.

If you allow him to brush his fingers on your scales he would be glad to❤️

But he probably won't be able to give you kisses or cuddles because your a fish at the moment and he might crush you 🥲💙💙💙💛💛💛💛

Fishy Lifty Tiffy

[thomas-the-tank-engene]

the little green monster

pairing: sunghoon x (f)reader, enhypen x (f)reader platonic

genre: flufffffff

wc: 1.1k

warnings: none i think unless jealousy concerns you

a/n: this year is going too fast im hecka scared about next year i dont want to grow up :( ahahahahahahahha im struggling :/

summary: Sunghoon isn’t quite sure what this feeling is when he sees y/n laughing with his members

Sunghoon will never admit that he gets jealous. Jealousy was for insecure individuals who had nothing better to do other than berate themselves and blame it on others. And that certainly was not him. He was Park Sunghoon, the ice prince, model, idol, MC. He had won countless awards with his members and even individually before he had joined Enhypen through his skills as an ice skater. He wasn’t insecure.

But then what was this feeling? 

What was the reason behind the swirling in his stomach as he watched you speak to his hyung? Eyes sparkling with innocence and lips as pink as a summer rose. Sitting a little too close to the eldest Enhypen member for Sunghoon’s liking.

Maybe he was just hungry? That was it. He was not jealous.

The boy abruptly got up from the couch, walking to the kitchen and leaving behind his best friends who sat chatting, unaware of the thoughts brewing in his head.

“Sunghoon, where are you going?” The girl suddenly called, causing all conversation to stop as the attention was drawn to the boy standing in the doorway. His heart clenched as he slowly turned around. Eyes meeting the soft ones of the younger girl’s. Her face was a picture of concern as she stared into his eyes, making his knees go weak.

“I’m just getting a snack, quite hungry.” He replied, hoping that the excuse would work. Rubbing his stomach for a form of emphasis.

“But we just ate lunch?” She asks, raising an eyebrow at him in question.

“Yah, Sunghoon hyung is turning into Sunoo hyung with his addiction to snacks!” Ni-ki is soon hit with a pillow by Sunoo, who yells at the insult.

Chaos rapidly ensues as a pillow fight begins. A bittersweet smile forms on Sunghoon’s face as he watches the girl giggle as Jake tickles her.

The boy turns, heading into the kitchen. 

He tries to eat something, but everything tastes like cardboard and his stomach gurgles in protest.

What was wrong with him? 

He looks down at his stomach with a bewildered expression. The sound of her laugh fills his ears, and the feeling gets worse hearing her joyful scream, “Jake stop it! It tickles please!”

Sunghoon was not jealous. At least that’s what he told himself.

Maybe he was sick. That would explain it. He just had a stomach bug. Yes, that makes sense. 

The boy makes his way to his room, flopping down, trying to block out the sounds of laughter coming from the lounge. 

Sunghoon made a continuous effort to eat healthy and exercise regularly. Yes, sometimes he was overworked, but he always got at least six hours of sleep. So how could he be sick? He washed his hands all the time, hating when Ni-ki had gotten half the items in their dorm sticky with who knows what.

What was happening to him?

The calm, composed and sophisticated ‘ice prince’ was struggling to think straight, and he didn’t know why.

The boy got out his phone, clicking on google.

J e a l o u s y...

jealousy generally refers to the thoughts or feelings of insecurity, fear, and concern over a relative lack of possessions or safety. Jealousy can consist of one or more emotions such as anger, resentment, inadequacy, helplessness or disgust.

Well first things first, Sunghoon was not insecure. He wasn’t concerned for his safety. Was he angry? The tight clench of his jaw and fist would suggest so. But at what?

Who did he resent? His members? But why?

Sunghoon groaned, throwing his phone away from him and covering his eyes with his arm.

The boy turned, screaming into his pillow to let out some of his frustration.

“Are you okay?” He quickly sat up and turned to see Y/N standing in the doorway. Hands behind her back as she cautiously glanced at him. Fighting a smile as the boy glanced away bashfully. Oh how his heart was melting.

“Yeah-yeah, I’m fine.” The boy replied, not being able to understand this new feeling that was taking over. He wasn’t good with feelings.

She slowly made her way over to him, sitting on the bed beside him.

“You look a little red,” She stated, placing the back of her hand gently against his forehead. He definitely wasn’t blushing. He was just tired.

“I think I’m just a little tired, or sick, or hungry.” He responded, causing the girl to smile slightly and raise an eyebrow at him.

“Y/N! We’re gonna play Mario Kart if you want to join!” Jungwon stood in the door, looking expectantly at the girl.

Sunghoon felt that horrible feeling in his stomach again.  

The girl glanced between both boys, and Sunghoon felt his heart leapt into his throat when she shook her head. Hair bouncing a little.

She smiled politely at the younger boy.

“I’ll stay with Sunghoon for now, we might join you later though.”

He nodded, sending an odd look at his hyung before turning and shutting the door.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong now?” She questioned expectantly.

“I don’t know,” He simply responds. Shrugging his shoulders sheepishly.

She moves to rest her back against the wall, and then proceeds to pat her lap. The boy is quick to lay his head down, letting Y/N run her fingers through his hair.

Peace and comfort and all the good feelings a person can feel flood his system.

“Tell me what’s wrong hoonie,” His heart flips.

“My stomach feels weird,” 

“What do you mean?” She asks while continuing to run her fingers through his hair, causing the boy's eyes to flutter closed.

“It feels bad when I see you with Jake hyung, or Jay hyung.”

“Why do you think that is?”

“Well you’re my best friend, so you should hang out with me,” He states, as if it’s the most logical thing.

“I do have other best friends too ya know?”

“But they’re not boys,” He didn’t like talking about his feelings. He knew where it would lead to.

“Im friends with Ni-ki,”

“Yes but he is too young,”

“Too young for what?” Y/N prompts, wanting him to say it aloud. The girl stops the smile wanting to break free on her lips.

“To date you,” Sunghoon is fed up with this. But he can’t resist her soft touch and the gentleness of her voice as she continues to question him.

“So why does it bother you when it is Jake or Jay?”

“Because you could date them and I don’t want you to,” He finally admits out loud, so close to saying the words he didn’t want to admit to himself.

“And why don’t you want me to date them?”

Silence. Does he say it? The truth?

“I don’t know,”

She giggles softly.

“Yes you do hoonie,”

He does know.

Her eyes are drawing him in, and for some reason he keeps looking down at her lips. He wonders what they would feel like. Her smell is intoxicating and he can’t get enough.

Besides when he gets...upset...(not jealous)...Sunghoon really does love how close she is with his best friends. His family.

She fits right in. She’s the final puzzle piece that completes his life. She makes him feel whole.

He wants to hold her in his arms. He wants to hold her hand. He wants to cook meals with her and sing in the kitchen with her. He wants to do everything with her.

“Because I want to date you,”

“See!? That wasn’t so hard was it?” He sits up, turning to look in her eyes. Bad idea, because now his mind is spinning and he can’t form sentences.

“Don’t worry, I want to date you too,”

[d0llpie]

can i get “you dont think i can pick you up” with matsukawa where the reader always pushes matsukawa away when he tries to pick them up and one day he finally asks why and they tell him they dont think he can pick them up fluff with a happy ending please 🥺🥺 thank u 💕

Matsukawa with s/o who thinks he can’t lift them

prompt : “you don’t think i can lift you up”

a/n: i love matsukawa, also i hope i interpreted this right ! thank you for the request <3

wc: 800

-You’d always hated the idea of someone trying to pick you up, no matter how much taller than your or musclier, it just led you to overthink and want to escape.

-In the past you even felt uncomfortably nervous sitting on your ex’s or friends laps, your thighs always ended up burning from trying to keep your weight off of them. There was no way it wouldn’t hurt them.

-Whenever you’d cuddle, you only lay half your body on them, hoping to avoid crushing them with your body even if they were stronger, taller. It was drilled into your head that you simply couldn’t do those things.

-You were fine with this, you never needed to do those things to be happy in a relationship and you never felt the need to. Your boyfriend Matssun, however, always tried to get you to let him pick you up. He would sneak up behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle while you relaxed back into him, however, the second you felt his muscles tense, preparing to try lift you off the ground, you ripped yourself from his hold, turning to poke your tongue out at his disappointed face.

-It became a regular occurrence, a challenge for him to try and catch you off guard enough so he could throw you over his shoulder, trying to make you laugh. He never succeeded though, you already sensed when he was up to something, catching the smirk on his face or the flex of his muscles while he hugged you.

“y/n, hi baby” your giant boyfriend came into the kitchen, walking towards you, a lazy grin plastered on his face as you stood by the kitchen island, buttering some toast. “goodmorning sleepyhead” you smiled up at him as he came and hugged you, breathing in deeply against the top of your head “how long ago did you wake up?” he rested his chin on your shoulder, “around 20 minutes ago, i didn’t want to wake you, you looked tired” “hmmm” he hummed in return, turning you to face him. He grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head up to press a lingering kiss on your lips. You hummed into the kiss before you felt him smirk against your mouth, trailing his hands down to your thighs. Your eyes shot open before he could grip under them and hoist you up, pushing him back you smiled at him.

“Damn you almost got me there baby” you chuckled as he frowned at you “c’monn, how come you never let me pick you up? this game is dumb >:(“ you laughed at his pout, leaning up to kiss it away. “hey, c’mon” he rested his hands on your hips, waiting for you to answer. You sighed knowing he wasn’t going to let this go “You can’t lift me issei, i’m too heavy” you shrugged and turned back around to continue making your breakfast. He was silent behind you and you started to worry, you turned around to see him staring at you dumbfounded “you don’t think i can lift you up?” you weren’t sure but he almost looked offended. “Oh so you think i’m weak, wowww i’m hurt y/n, you think these are just for show?” he flexed his arms at you and you laughed, he feigned a hurt expression before continuing “i have dragged a struggling iwaizumi off of Oikawa on numerous occasions and you think i can’t haul your short ass?” you gasped “i’m not short” “you are compared to me pipsqueak” he was smiling at you with that signature lazy grin again and you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around him. “i’m sorry tough guy but i still think you’ll strain yourself so give up” he rolled his eyes, trapping you in his arms as you struggled against his hold. Your eyes filled with panic as he lifted you up effortlessly, throwing you over his shoulder as you pounded your fists against his back. Eventually you gave up and just lay there as he chuckled “this is what you were freaking out about?” he slapped your butt, earning a yelp and punch from you before he took you into the bedroom, throwing you onto the bed. “Issei what the hell” you smiled up at him and he laughed before flopping down next to you, pulling you on top of him.

He tucked your head into his chest, pulling you fully on top of him, “i’ve wanted to hold you for so long, and i deserve this since you left me to wake up alone this morning” you chuckled, nodding into him, cuddling for the rest of the morning.

[ohmykazuha]

7 reasons to love Zhongli

a/n: I'M SORRY AAAAAAAAA. the original idea was drawn by my friend ray, @/kageyumii on instagram. she's a lovely person and you can go check her out! therefore, idea credits not from me. i have her permission to write this :o) also pls dont let this flop huhu

warnings: TW/CW: angst, death

char.: platonic xiao + zhongli [father figure zhongli]

notes: i made xiao a touch more childlike here, and not just stone faced. he may be ooc. zhongli may also be ooc here. screams. also: please try to read through the whole thing! i know it's a bit lengthy but i worked really hard on this TuT

xiao's pov:

While I am able to see demons, I tend to be able to see other things as well – non-humanoid things. One day, I woke up with the ability to see numbers above people's heads. Though I wasn't quite sure what it represented at first, I kept seeing them all around me.

I remember that Lumine had more than 25,000+ on her forehead. On the other hand, Childe had 19,047. As each day passed, the number decreased. I didn't know what it represented, so I never exactly gave a thought about it... I had other things on my mind, anyway.

However... the person who has the least amount of numbers.. is my Xiansheng, Zhongli. I've been serving him for as long as I can remember, after he had released my contract from my old master. I saw him as my father figure, and there were many reasons why I loved Zhongli.

Reason number 1:

Zhongli is Zealous of the world around him.

"Little one, look at this. Isn't it wonderful?" He asked, a gentle smile gracing his tired face and a finger pointed at a blue butterfly. Zhongli outstretched his hand and the butterfly landed on his palm.

"Yes, Xiansheng. It's pretty." I replied. He carefully led the butterfly onto my palm, the creature twitching and eventually flying away.

"Haha, it's alright. There are many butterflies here. We can find another one."

There was the number 7 embedded on his forehead.

the next day..

Reason number 2:

Zhongli is always Helpful – not just to me, but to others around him.

"Mr Zhongli!" The eccentric director of Wangsheng Funeral Parlour ran towards us. We were on another walk that day.

"Do you need something, Hu Tao?" Xiansheng asked, not unkindly.

"I may have gotten into trouble with the millelith. Again. I"m sorry, I didn't mean it!" Hu Tao pouted.

"Alright, alright. Let's go talk to JiaYi and see if we can figure something out." He signed.

There was the number 6 embedded on his forehead.

the next day...

Reason number 3:

Zhongli is always Optimistic. No matter what.

"Xiansheng... help. It hurts." I sobbed softly, Xiansheng stroking my back. My karmic debt was high, and so was the pain that came from it.

"It'll be alright, Xiao. I promise. One day, the pain will finally stop." My body trembled against his, his body heat warming my cold one.

"It hasn't stopped... for centuries. Please, make it stop." I begged. He held me close, my shaking body held still in his gentle grip. He was the one that I went to for everything, and I trusted him with my life.

"It'll be okay, little one. It'll be okay."

There was the number 5 embedded on his forehead.

the next day..

Reason number 4:

Zhongli has really Nice hugs.

"Xiansheng.. do you think Liyue will be okay? After Osial and the passing of Rex Lapis?" I asked. My anxiety flared up after trying to protect Lumine and the entirety of Liyue after what happened with Childe and Osial. And what had happened at the Rite of Descension.

"I have faith in the Qixing and the adepti. It will be alright." He wrapped an arm around me.

I'm not a tactile person, but Zhongli seems to get me in a way no one else does. It's... strange. It's as if I can trust him with everything in my life – I'm safe.

"Alright then. If anything, everyone's here to help out. Call my name, and I will be there."

There was the number 4 embedded on his forehead.

the next day...

Reason number 5:

Zhongli is a Good listener.

"Do you... do you think I'm overreacting to this? Forgive my abrasiveness, but I don't know what I should be doing in terms of her. Forget her? Keep her closer than before? Argh, these mortal feelings... they astound me." I growled softly. The traveler has been... good to me, lately. Feelings have grown and our bond has tightened.

"No, it's alright. It's natural. The two of you have spent a lot of time together lately, it's only natural that you start liking her more and more. Whether it be platonic or romantic."

"Isn't it strange, though? That we adepti are still capable of feeling things we need not feel?"

"No, it isn't. You can have feelings for them, Xiao. It's perfectly alright to do so." He smiled.

There was the number 3 embedded on his forehead.

the next day...

Reason number 6:

Zhongli is Laid back and he takes things slowly.

"Xiansheng, we need to go. The others are waiting for us." I looked at him. We had stopped at a teahouse for a while now, and I was itching to go. I couldn't sit still for long.. not when others needed my help. Mortals were fragile, after all.

"It's alright, Xiao. We should take our time – intricate beauties don't come often after all." He replied, pouring himself another cup.

"Are you sure? It would be nightfall by the time we come back to Wangshuu Inn."

"Then we will come back at nightfall. Calm down, Xiao. The monsters aren't going anywhere." He chuckled, bringing the cup to his lips again.

We spent the rest of the evening at the teahouse, and indeed came back at nightfall. It was alright, though – Xiansheng kept stopping to point out the butterflies and lizards and squirrels.

I noticed that there was the number 2 on his forehead.

the next day...

Reason number 7:

Zhongli is an Ideal leader.

"What do we do now?" I asked, bandaging my wounds. A mitachurl had attacked us at Cujie Slope, and had wounded us rather badly. Xiansheng and I barely had any energy left.

"Don't worry. I'll teleport us back – focus on bandaging your wounds. If untreated properly, it may cause you even more pain."

With that, he teleported us away, back to Liyue Harbour. Baizhu immediately ran out to get us, me wincing in pain.

"It's okay, Xiao. Can you stand for me?" Zhongli helped me up, supporting my shoulder.

It took a few hours for my leg to heal, but Baizhu and Qiqi managed to heal it as much as possible. Zhongli stayed by my side through it all, though.

I saw a number 1 on his forehead.

"Xiansheng... did you know that you have a number on your forehead? I've been seeing them since last month... it's been decreasing by each day. Do you know what it is?"

"Hm? What number is it today?"

"1... I think I want to tell you something, Xiansheng. Seven letters... seven precious letters."

"You can tell me tomorrow. Rest well, Xiao."

the next day...

Xiansheng and I fought side by side, attacking hilichurls and plunging our polearms into mitachurls. However, something unordinary struck my eyes. The numbers weren't on his forehead anymore. The '1' embedded into his skin was gone. I stared at it, confused – and that was my mistake.

"Xiao, watch out!" Zhongli cried.

Everything became a blur as I was thrust aside, and the mitachurl's weapon was plunged into his chest.

"No!" I screamed – Zhongli, Zhongli, I'm sorry! I was careless! Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid – I'm sorry! I watched helplessly as Zhongli laid there, panting and breaths tumbling out of his mouth.

Screaming with rage, I struck the monster one last time, the being disintegrating into fine dust.

"Zhongli, Xiansheng, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I should have been more careful, I should have been alert, I'm so sorry!" I sobbed, hunching over his body.

"Shh, Xiao. It is alright." He looked up at me, smiling gently.

"But it's not! You're dying, and it's my fault, Xiansheng. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry! If I could take the blade, I would!"

"Xiao. Listen to me. I knew that this day would eventually come, and I'm glad that it was me, not you. You still have a life ahead of you. And I think I realised what the numbers meant. Those were the days I had left." Zhongli reached up to stroke my cheek.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! If only I had realised it sooner, I could have- I should have done something!

"I think... I might rest now, little one. Our time has been enjoyable – do not forget me, alright? Shh, do not be troubled. None of this is your fault, Celestia has called me back home. It will be alright. Goodbye, Xiao. Thank you."

"Good.. goodbye, Xiansheng. Thank you." I pressed my forehead to his as his body went cold and limp on mine. That's it. He was gone. Centuries of memories with him would replay in my mind from then on.

Seven letters, Xiansheng.

I love you.

Those were my seven letters to you. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.

wooooo thanks for sticking until the end! it was pretty long! sigh i hit xiao with another angst afhjskgfkdj im sorry TuT pls don't let this flop, like/rb if you liked this! fluff fic out tmr <3

taglist: @bookuya, @dilucbar, @starglitterz, @cherubbic, @noirkkat, @the-gayest-sky-kid, @shxnosuke, @eternism, @icappa @almondto-fu, @gnyuvile , @chichikoi @simplyxsinned, @mikachuarts

[meltwonu]

22. “Mine.”

36. “Could he make you feel as good as i do?”

notes; pantherhybrid!minghao, bunnyhybrid!reader, side bunnyhybrid!chan x reader, posessivedom!minghao, dirty talk/degradation, dumbification/name calling, breeding kink, restraints, sloppy seconds ☠️  also the way i read this and thought it was asking for a drabble where minghao storms over while the other two are fucking and makes it a threesome (altho imagine him making chan watch wheeww🥵) kdjfhsdkjh i cannot read 🤣🤣 LOL technically you dont need to have read that previous drabble for this one but i’ve tried to link it right here! Also!! I had an inbox msg floating around of someone mentioning an addition to a sequel to the original drabble as well but with Minghao going thru heat, if that was you, can you please send in ur request again bc the original request isn’t in my inbox so tumblr must've eaten it 😭 Anyway, thank you for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

“Ngh, C--Chan… Harder… Please, I want it h-harder!”

“Ah, I--o--okay…” Groaning, he snaps his hips the tiniest bit harder; body rocking into yours as he fucks you from behind. You bite your lip in return, sobs threatening to spill when it’s not enough. 

You still wanted more.

Thoughts of Minghao flood your mind, pussy clenching around Chan who moans when he feels how much tighter you get around his cock. “I, fuck, ‘m gonna cum!” He cries out, cock throbbing inside of your pussy as you squirm underneath him.

The warmth of Chan’s cum floods your body and you let out a soft groan; noises muffled by the bed sheets as you rub your face into them.

You needed more.

*ding dong*

“Was---was that the d-door?” Chan slurs out, body slumped over yours as he catches his breath.

“I… t-think so?”

He sighs contentedly, sliding his cock from inside of you as globs of cum trickle down your inner thighs and drip down to the bed sheets. “Just stay here, I’ll get dressed and check.” You hum in agreement, waiting until you hear the door shut before you flop onto your back; Chan’s cum still dripping out of you as you whimper.

Chan checks his hair in the mirror on the way to the door, running a free hand through his mussed locks before twisting the doorknob open.

“Hi, can I---whoa.”

Chan’s hit with Minghao’s dominating aura the second the door flies open and Minghao shoots the younger male a sultry smile, eyes glimmering with equal parts threat and playfulness when he leans up against the doorframe. “I take it your… ‘session’ is done here?” He drawls, “You should let me take it from here.”

“Why exactly should I let you in?” Chan makes an attempt to seem threatening to the panther hybrid, body tense as he tries to stand his ground against the predator. Minghao can only laugh under his breath, already stepping in and forcing Chan to take a step back as the younger hybrid curses under his breath.

“You should really go before you see how much she begs for me. I wouldn’t want you to feel… threatened, y’know?”

You’re not sure how much time passes since Chan’s left but your eyes are clamped shut as you lay in your bed, fingertips gliding through the combination of your wetness and Chan’s cum when you tease yourself.

The door opens and you’re immediately hit with an all too familiar scent; breath hitching as you sit up to stare at the male through bleary eyes. “I--M--Minghao, I---”

“I know what you want, little bun. Oh? Look at you, sitting pretty in a puddle of cum.” He pouts mockingly at you, unbothered when he leaves the door to your bedroom wide open and saunters over to where you lay on the bed. “Did he even make you cum, hmm? Or is it not enough for you anymore? Could he make you feel as good as I do?” You spread your legs obscenely wide for him, letting him see how much of Chan’s cum still pours out of your hole.

“N-no, please, please! Need y-your cock in m-me! I, ah, need you to--to breed my sl--slutty p-pussy!” You cry out; all inhibitions thrown out of the window when Minghao easily slots himself between your legs. “Minghao, p-please!”

He grins down at you, reaching a hand between your legs as he uses the cum as lubrication before he thrusts two fingers into your cunt. You cry out, already clamping down onto his fingers. “You want me to fuck your ‘lil cunt? Fuck that other hybrid’s cum into you? Or do you want me to cum inside of you too? Fill you up so fuckin’ much that it’ll force his out of your used ‘lil hole.”

“I--I--please, anything!” A choked sob bubbles past your lips as Minghao chuckles and curls his digits inside of you.

“Anything, huh? Careful, you wouldn’t want to regret your words, bun.”

Minghao is impatient; he’d have to admit.

Having to hear Chan fucking you through the thin apartment walls was not how he wanted to spend his afternoon when he’d stared holes into the blank canvas and watched as the cup of tea had gone lukewarm before he heard Chan’s mention of cumming and all but bolted to the door.

“M--Minghao, ah! F--faster! Harder!” You thrash slightly underneath him; feral with the way his cock kisses your cervix and makes you wince before it mixes into pleasure. “G-god, ah, your c-cock is so b-big, it fills me--me up suh---so good! Fuck m-me deeper!”

He growls, snapping his hips into you harder as your body jostles underneath him. “Mine. You’re fuckin’ mine.” He reaches a free hand down, pinching one of your nipples as you whine and cry out his name. “That’s right. Who’s fucking you this good? Who does this pussy belong to, bun? I wanna hear you screaming my name while I fuck you this good. Let everyone fuckin’ hear it.”

Loud cries of his name roll off of your tongue as your back bows off of the bed, toes curling while your heels dig into the small of his back to bring him closer to you. “You--You, fuck, M--Minghao! I, ah, my--my pussy belong t-to you! Mmh, j-just fuck m-me ‘til all I know is--is how to t-take your cock!”

“Hmm, that’s right. You’re just my ‘lil cocksleeve, aren’t you?” He licks his lips, watching as your body shivers in complete lust. “Dumb ‘lil bun made to take my cock. I’ll fuck you so good, all you’ll know is how to take me in all your slutty ‘lil holes.”

Tugging at your restraints, you let out a whine. “Ngh, yes--yes, that’s, ah, what I w-want… Just wanna be y-your… dumb ‘lil h-holes…” Sniffling, your pussy clenches around him, already on the verge of an orgasm when he starts to double his pace. “I, mmh, want--want you to b-breed my p-pussy… wanna get nice and f-full of your cum, Minghao…”

“Oh, I know, ‘lil bun. And I’m gonna.” Using his hands, he unwraps your legs from around his waist, instead bringing them up and bending them until your knees are almost touching your chest. “I’m gonna fill you up with my cum over and over ‘til we’re both satisfied and until my scent is all over you.” He smirks, watching your eyes cross when his cock slams into you repeatedly.

“Should we send a picture of your pretty ‘lil pussy filled with my cum to your old heat partner? Let him know you won’t be needing him anymore?” His eyes flit down, watching as his cock comes out covered in Chan’s cum with every thrust. “Fuck, can’t believe you’re letting me fuck your slutty ‘lil pussy with someone else’s cum inside of you. There’s still so much of it too, bun. Every time I thrust in, more of it pours out.” 

Minghao’s sultry yet teasing laugh sends you over the edge and all you can manage is a choked moan before your orgasm washes over you and your entire body is shaking underneath him. “Oh? That enough for you to cum, huh? Cute.”

He fucks you through your orgasm, growling when he feels your walls fluttering around his cock. “Gonna breed your pussy just like you deserve, bun~”

In the midst of your orgasm, you can feel his cock throbbing inside of you; sharp, hurried cries of his name rolling off your tongue when he only thrusts into you faster. “M--Minghao, please! C-cum in--inside my needy ‘lil h-hole ‘n breed me! I wanna, mmh, feel y-your cum pouring into m-my pussy... I--I need it... Need to be--be full o-of your c-cum...”

“Fuck!”

The feeling of Minghao cumming only draws out your own pleasure as your eyes roll to the back of your head when you start to feel the warmth of his cum inside of you. “Ngh, fuh--feels so warm… a-and deep...”

He opts to grind against you while he rides out his high; deep groans and harsh breaths all he can muster.

You tug on your restraints after a few moments, whining when he starts to let your legs down. “Minghao…” He laughs lightly as he stays with his cock deep inside of you, eyes trained on your lips that part in cute whines.

“What is it, bun?”

Biting your lip, you can’t help but clench around his cock, somewhat sated but also still craving more of Minghao the longer he makes no effort to move from between your legs.

“C-can I… s-sit on your cock…? Just l-like this? I wanna feel you, ah, k-keeping your c-cum plugged up in--in my p-pussy…”

Your cheeks burn hot under his intense stare but he scoffs teasingly, already reaching up to undo your restraints to get you in a more comfortable position.

“You wanna cockwarm, huh? Okay. And then I’ll bend you over and fuck you nice ‘n good again ‘til my cum’s pouring out of your spent hole.”

Nodding furiously, you let him take the reins, already anticipating what he has planned next.

“Please...”

[kaaytea]

soo um I have a bit of a self indulgent request I hope u don't mind 👉🏼👈🏼

how would the Daiya boys be with an s/o who is bad at catching and throwing? like instead of catching they dodge or deflect?

(My brother always says I can't catch to save my life which is sadly true but yesterday he chucked an eraser at me and I caught it!! v proud of myself ✌🏼😅)

S/o who can't catch things

⤷Includes: Mei, Ryousuke, Haruichi

A/n: I don't mind at all Bug! This entire blog is kind of self indulgent so those requests are welcome! I didn't do all the boys so I chose a few I haven't written for in a while, I hope that ok with you 💖 (you're welcome to send in the same prompt if there are specific boys you want written!)

----------------------------------------------------------

Mei

This boy is baffled

Like he can't comprehend that you're unable to throw or catch things because of how natural the actions come to him

He looks at you weird and then tests you by lightly tossing a pen at you

He definitely thought you were lying or being over dramatic but he was proven wrong when you slapped the pen away from you mid air

Congratulations he has now made it his personal mission to teach you how to catch and throw things

Mei's actually a pretty good teacher? He's spent his entire childhood perfecting his pitching and catching skills so he's got some tips and tricks

Usually Mei is a little bratty and impatient when teaching people but he's the complete opposite with you

He's very gentle and always willing to reexplain things if you don't get them the first time

It's quite a sight to see one of the best pitchers in Japanese High School baseball tossing an old soccer ball (which he snagged from the schools equipment sheds) back and forth with his s/o

Eventually when you've become comfortable with catching and throwing larger items he will insist (force) you to try using a baseball and mitt

So here you are standing on an empty field with a spare glove from Inashiro's endless supply of sports equipment

Mei is absolutely ecstatic to have you start learning to play catch but you on the other hand are slightly terrified

There is a HUGE difference between catching a soccer ball and catching a baseball. Not to mention, soccer balls are generally softer than baseballs

Mei could tell you were a bit nervous so he reassured you he'd be throwing underhand and even went over to help you position your glove correctly

Any lingering confidence you had vanished the second Mei tossed the ball towards you and you quickly reverted to your old tactics of ducking out of the way, glove brought up to your face as a shield

Mei had a sick feeling in his stomach seeing you that afraid (by extension he thought you were afraid of him bc he was the one throwing the ball at you)

He made his way over to your huddled form and gently guided the glove away from your face

"Hey...we don't have to do this if you're not comfortable with it."

"Can we try one more time... please?"

Mei smiled at you and gave you a soft "Alright" in response, picking up the discarded baseball from the ground and went back to his spot

You were determined to catch the ball this time! You just had to commit and not run away

Mei tossed the ball towards you again making you fight the instincts kicking in. You quickly squeezed your eyes shut to prepare for the possibility of being hit in the face

But the impact never came. Instead the only thing you felt was a sudden weight in the glove on your hand

You slowly opened your eyes and stared down at the dusty, white sphere sitting snugly in your hand

When you looked up Mei was already running towards you, his arms wrapped around your waist the instant he was infront of you, the momentum making him spin you around as you both let out cheery laughs

"I'm so proud of you!! We'll have you catching my pitches in no time!"

"Ah maybe I should learn how to catch with my eyes open first"

Ryousuke

Listen

I love Ryou but he thrives on teasing people

He will definitely toss you things on purpose once he discovers you struggle to catch things

He doesn't throw anything that could physically hurt you tho. He'd always make sure he throws soft things like a jacket or a bag of chips

Thinks it's sort of cute how you duck out of the way. Definitely gets a kick out of your reactions and he always has that annoying smirk plastered on his face

He'd maybe give you a few tips on catching and throwing things but I feel like he'd want something in return bc he's cheeky like that

It's a difficult task to get Ryousuke to laugh but if you throw something back at him and it just completely misses he's cracking up instantly

You were sitting on Ryou's bunk waiting for him to come back from getting you both drinks at the little vending machines around the Baseball dorms

You heard the door open and instantly turned towards it to welcome him back only for your entire body to go into a state of alarm at the sight of a pillow FLYING towards your face

Naturally you fling yourself out of the way as your instincts took over and once you're sure you're out of danger you look up to see your "sweet" boyfriend standing in the doorway with a small smile

"What the hell, Ryou! You can't just scare me like that!"

"It wouldn't be scary if you could catch."

The second those teasing words left his lips you reached for the pillow he threw and chucked it at him with all your strength

Except the pillow didn't go very far, instead of smacking him in the face like you had planned it flopped onto the floor at his feet

A snort of amusement left the boy followed by a clear laugh ringing throughout the room

"DONT LAUGH AT ME!"

"I can't help it when you pull cute things like that~"

Ryousuke walked forward and sat down next to you on his bunk then held out the drink he got you

As you reached out to take it from him he pulled his hand back and swooped forward to place a kiss on your lips

Haruichi

Haruichi wouldn't make a huge deal out of it

He'd understand that somethings come easier to others so there's absolutely no teasing from him

And unlike the other two he would never throw something at you

If he's giving you something he always makes it a point to safely hand the item to you

Sweet boy wouldn't even risk a light toss in fear of hitting you

He'd be willing to help you learn to get better at the actions but only if you asked, he wouldn't want to force anything on you

Now, just because Haruichi knew about your catching abilities (or lack there of) doesn't mean everyone else is aware

Which brings us to how Sawamura simultaneously gave you and Haruichi heart attacks :)

You were sitting in to watch the team practice on a particularly hot day so Haruichi asked Sawamura to give you a water bottle

"(y/n)! Catch!"

"Eijun-Kun wait-"

Poor Haruichi wasn't fast enough and watched in mild horror as his friend threw a water bottle at you

You looked up at the call of your name only for your mind and body to go straight into a state of panic

By some miracle (or perhaps your survival instincts) you ended up catching the water bottle!

Haruichi was rushing over to you spewing out apologies on Sawamura's behalf and checking to make sure you were ok

His worries diminished as he watched you jump around proudly stating that you caught something

(He then turned to his lovely friend Eijun and simply stated the words: "Don't ever do that again"😃🔪)

[tommydarlings]

Who's loving you? | t.h

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this! It's extra kinda long because I never really done anything to thank you for nearly 400 followers!!! Thank you so much <3 (pls don't let this flop) anyway, enjoy! :) ily, liz <3

pairing: Tom Holland x reader

warnings: swearing, use of the word daddy?

w/c: 2.9k (wtf)

Requests: CLOSED

Summary: You and Tom holland are sworn enimies... aren't you?

masterlist || taglist || requests ( in my masterlist)

You hated him and he hated you. Easy.

Tom Holland was your enemy. You couldn't stand this man, he was just so unbelievable selfish. He loved himself, and himself only. He always talked about how smart he is and how many girls he already fucked. Yeah I know, so interesting. He was so in love… with himself, it was so annoying already. You had no idea how anyone could love him or even like him in the slightest, it was a mystery to you.

Why he hated you? You had there a few ideas actually… but it wasn't your fault entirely to be honest.

It all started pretty early, and to be completely honest, it's actually pretty childish why you hated each other so much.

Tom was 8 years old while you were 7. You were neighbors and your parents were pretty good friends so they decided to meet each other once. Well, it didn't ended well, it ended with you crying because Tom ripped the head of your favorite puppet off and laughed while you laid crying in the green and slightly wet grass in your backyard. Little bastard, I know.

But of course you gave him something of his own medicine. Just 4 years later you told his school crush that he likes her, and maybe you told her some lies about him like that he is super gross and that he actually likes another girl too and after that, Tom's crush spoke never a word to him ever again. And after he found out that you told her all that bullshit about him, he hated you to death. He could have litterilly killed you that day.

Since that they you were sworn enimies and basically both promised yourself that you would hate each other for the rest of your life's. Well…

The sad thing was that you both were pretty good friends with Harrison Osterfield aka Tom's best mate. And that's the reason why you both got invited to harrisons birthday party in his favorite club in London. Well, it wasn't exactly a birthday party it was kinda a little get together and spend some time again. It was just Tom, Jacob, zendaya, Jake, Harrison and you. You and Tom in one room. Worst combination ever.

Everyone knew that you two hated each other because it was so fucking obvious. But at the same time everyone knew that there is something in the air. For tom and you just pure hate, but for your friends it was love.

As you entered the club in your beautiful but at the same time short red dress, you spot the group immediately. Harrison waved you over to the table where everyone already sat comfortably on their chairs, the only chair that was free was of course next to the one and only Tom holland.

"sit down princess" Tom said with a grin on his stupid face.

"shut up Thomas" you said while you sat down.

"Yo guys, we are here for a few minutes and you already starting a fight? The night is not gonna end well" Jacob said with a tiny laugh.

"Yep, probably we even have to stop you from attacking each other" jake added. Tom and you just both rolled your eyes and began to order some snacks for the night.

"Can you please pass me the salt Tom?"

"You mean daddy, don't you? he answerd.

"What?" you said with confusion all over your face.

"you mean 'can you please pass me the salt daddy', didn't you?"

You just scoffed before you leaned over the desk and grabbed the salt yourself.

"uhhhh" Tom said with a little smirk.

"what now?" you asked slightly annoyed already.

"nice tits darling"

"fuck off holland"

He just laughed while everyone else on the table had a tiny grin on their face.

"you guys are really unbelievable" zendaya said with a tiny smile painted on her face.

"what do you mean?" you asked as you looked at her.

"you are so in love and you can't even see it" she said while she still wore the tiny grin.

You and Tom just looked at each other before you both rolled your eyes and make some puke noises.

"don't be ridiculous, we all know it" Harrison added.

You and Tom shaked your heads but you still tried to glance at him secretly but he caught you red handed. Because he just looked at you too.

---

"Where is Tom?" you asked the rest of the group.

"I don't know, I think he went outside or something" Jacob said.

You just shaked your head before you stood up and went into the restroom. When you were finish with your business, you left the restroom and bumped right into someone.

"oh, I'm sorry-"

"Hello babygirl"

"Just fuck off Tom" you answered quickly.

"how about…. No?" he said while he slowly backed you up against the wall. After your back hit the wall, he put both of his hands next to your head, so that you were trapped.

"go away Tom, please" you said with a hint of nervousness in your voice.

"I like that"

"what do you mean?" you answered confused.

"when you beg"

You starred at him with pure shook in your eyes. Your legs slowly started to shake and you kinda started to sweat.

"aw, does my little princess gets nervous? Pretty little thing" he fucking whisperd the last part right in your ear.

"I hate you" you spat.

"dont worry doll, I hate you too" he said before he stepped away from the wall and took one last look at you from the top to the bottom before he left.

"What the actual fuck" you whispered to yourself.

Tom made you weak.

---

The rest of the night went pretty good until you had to ruin it all,

"I'm gonna go get some drinks"

"yeah, please bring them, I need them when I have to spend the rest of the night by your side" Tom answerd annoyingly.

"can you shut the fuck up for one second Tom?"

"can you finally suck my dick?" he said with a wide grin.

"fuck off Thomas"

"you didn't said no darling" he yelled after you as you walked away from him. Sadly was the rest of your group the other ones currently outside doing God knows what so it was only you and your sworn enemy in there.

As you stood at the bar waiting for the drinks you felt someone lightly grabbing your ass, at first you though that you just imagined it but after the second time you knew that that is not your imagination.

"hey babygirl" a unfamiliar male voice spoke into your right ear quietly.

"go away" you said annoyingly.

"c'mon, I know that you want it too princess"

"Don't fucking call me that you little asshole" you spat angrily.

Suddenly he grabbed your wrist and turned you around so that you were face to face with him. He looked like he was in his 40's, 50's maybe? Definitely much to old and disgusting for you.

"And you better shut that pretty little mouth of yours doll" he spat back at you angrily.

Suddenly he pulled on your wrist and lead you to a little bedroom in the corner of the club. You know, where people get in to have their fun.

"Let go of me!" you yelled but he didn't reacted, he just threw you on the bed and started to open your dress.

"NO PLEASE NO" you yelled even louder but he didn't cared at all.

Out of nowhere, the man got pushed off of you an someone started to punch him. While you put your dress back on and tried to calm yourself down, the man that just saved you came up from the floor and you couldn't believed who just saved you.

"T-tom?" you said quietly, unsure if he really just saved you from getting raped or if you are dreaming or just wish that it would be like that.

"Are you okay y/n?" he asked as he slowly walked to you.

"Y-yeah, t-thank you t-tom" you said quietly while new tears started to build up in your eyes.

Keep it the fuck together y/n.

"it's okay now y/n, come here" he said as he opened his arms. At first you just starred at him and kinda asked yourself in your head if that's really happening right now or if you dream again.

But as he slightly smiled and nodded his head towards his arms as an invitation, you slowly made your way into his strong arms. But then you started to sob even harder.

"Sshh, it's fine now darling, I got you, okay?" you just slightly nodded with your head before Tom spoke up again,

"Do you want me to drive you home?" you just wanted to agree when you remembered that zendaya got the key for the house you both share and you really didn't wanted to search for here in the club right now, so you asked something you thought that you would never asked,

"Can I come with you?" your voice was literally trembling while you asked him that. He slowly loosened his right grip on you and looked down at you,

"yeah, of course" he said with a kind smile on his face.

"t-thank you" you answered before you both made your way to his car that was parked outside the nasty club.

Tom opened the door for you and you thanked him before the two of you climbed into the car. While you both drove to his house he gently laid his hand on your tight and you jumped up for a quick second.

"Is that okay?" Tom asked quietly.

"Y-yeah" you answered.

"o-okay" he said before started to stroke your leg with his thumb slowly.

---

"you want something to drink? Or eat?" he asked you while you sat comfortably on his couch. "No thanks" he nodded with his head lightly before he made his way over to you on the couch.

"Um t-thank you again Tom, really, you basically saved my life so yeah" you said

"No problem, I already saw him touching you at the bar and I was about to get up and punch this guy but when I saw him dragging you into this 'sex' room, when I can call it that, then I lost it completely"

"why?" you asked quitely out of nowhere.

"what do you mean?"

"why did you save me when you hate me Thomas?"

"because I care about you and by the way, i-I don't hate you y/n, yeah there were maybe some times where I wanted to kill you but I never hated you, I swear"

You couldn't believe it. Did he really just said? Did Tom Holland just said that?!

"r-really?" you asked nervously.

"yes y/n, really"

You were speechless. You were honestly shooked.

"i-wow-i don't k-know what to say, I'm actually really s-speechless right-"

You couldn't even finish before you felt his lips on yours. He just kissed you softly and gently to not push it or anything. He slowly grabbed your hips and put you on his lap. You both separated for a second and just looked into each other's eyes. Tom just wanted to say something but you put your finger over his lips and said,

"Sshh, please don't ruin it now tommy, please"

That's the first time you called him that name and he already loved it so much. He slightly nodded with his head and a tiny smile on his face before he leanded in and started to kiss you gently again.

After a few seconds of gently kissing each other, he puts one of his hands on your cheek and the other one on your hip and depended the kiss. He slowly started to kiss down your neck but you stopped him after a few seconds.

"sorry" he whisperd before he turned his head awys from so he doesn't have to look you in the eyes.

"hey" you whisperd quietly and put both of your hands on his cheeks and turned his head in your direction so you looked each other right in the eyes.

"I r-really like you y/n" he said quietly while he looked at your lips before he looked in your eyes again.

"B-but why, we always hated each other"

"Like I already told you y/n, I don't hate you and I never did, d-did you e-ever hated m-me?"

You knew the answer immediately. But you kinda didn't wanted to admit it.

"I-I don't hate you Tom, and I never did" you said slowly before you started to lean in again but before your lips touched, you spoke up again,

"I really like you too tommy"

"God, I love this name" he said with a tiny laugh.

"I think i'm falling for you" you said.

"I know that you are falling for me, I mean, who wouldn't?" he said in a funny way.

You lightly slapped his chest before you said,

"But your still a jerk"

"But I'm your jerk" he said with a grin.

"yes that's true, my jerk"

You both just looked into each other's eyes and enjoyed the moment before Tom spoke up,

"Do you wanna stay?" he asked nervously.

"Like, sleep here?" you said.

Tom nodded with his head slightly before he said,

"You don't have to I just thought that-"

"I would love to Tommy" you said in between.

With a wide and happy smile Tom nodded with his head again and picked you up.

"What are doing?" you said with a tiny laugh as you looked at him curiously.

"I'm gonna bring you into our bedroom"

"Our bedroom?" you answered.

"Well, for the night it's ours, okay darling?"

"okay Tommy"

And after you said that, he ran upstairs with you in his arms and threw you onto the bed gently. He came on top of you immediately. You both just laughed for a while before you spoke up,

"do you have something I could wear?" you asked quitely.

"yeah, I can give you a t-shirt of mine" he answered.

You nodded with your before he stood up and went to his closet. After a few seconds of searching a t-shirt that could maybe even fit you, he found the perfect one.

A white oversize t-shirt.

You thanked him before you went into the bathroom and changed into Tom's t-shirt while Tom changed in the bedroom. As you came out of the bathroom you saw Tom sitting on the edge of the bed just in his Calvin klein boxers.

Fuck, he looks so good.

You slowly made your way over to him and as you were nearly right infront of him, he stood up and hovered over you with the most serious gaze that you ever saw on Tom. He looked down at you, right into your eyes before he said,

"You look gorgeous baby"

"you too tommy"

He slowly nodded with his head towards the bed and you both climbed into it lazily. You sat down on Tom's lap again. "I promise that I won't hurt you and I promise that I will forever protect you, no matter what alright?" he told you quietly with the prettiest smile ever.

"thanks you tommy" you said before you leaned in again and started to slowly make out.

---

As Tom woke up, he though he would be dreaming, but then he remembered that it was all real. But what made him doubt was that the place next to him on the comfortable bed was empty.

Where is she?

Suddenly he heard noises coming from the kitchen. He just threw on some grey sweatpants before he made his way downstairs.

He couldn't belive his eyes when he saw you in his oversize shirt making breakfast. Slowly he made his way over to you and hugged you from behind while he rested his chin on your shoulder gently.

"Good morning darling" Tom said

"Mmm, morning tommy" you answered.

"Are you making breakfast for the two of us?" he asked with a tiny smirk.

You nodded with your head before the radio in the background played a beautiful song.

Who's loving you from Michael Jackson.

You suddenly gasped and said,

"Oh my God, I love this song!"

You put the breakfast on the plates and put the drinks on the table. But before you could sit down and eat, Tom took your hand and turned you towards him.

"Dance with me darling" he said quietly.

"o-okay" he put his hands on your waist while you threw your arms around his neck.

"Who's loving youuuuu" Tom sand quitely in your ear.

Suddenly he picked you up and put you on the counter.

"Who's loving you" you sang now.

Before Tom could stop himself he said,

"I love you"

"what?" you didn't heard properly, right?

"I love you y/n, I really do"

You just starred at him before you said,

"I love you too"

You started to give soft little pecks while the radio was still playing in the backround.

"Who's loving youuuuu" you both sang at the end of the song.

"I do" you and Tom said at the same time. You just looked him in the eyes and knew deep down,

that's my one, that's the man that I love.

-`ღ´- ᶫᵒᵛᵉᵧₒᵤ -`ღ´-

Taglist:

@goodgirlgonetom @majo240820 @misshale21 @itstaskeen @pure-ghost @justafangirlduh @elizabeth-brown @roseke @onyourgoddamnleft @lovelyxtom

[lucif5er]

Katsuki finds out what Dekus fav candy is so he purchases a big pack and leaves some at his desk every day without a name of who's it from. Of course, Deku is ecstatic. And he maybe kinda has an idea who they’re from until he sees Kirishima eating the same brand.

Everyone is hanging out in the common room in the dorms watching movies and eating popcorn and candy when Uraraka asks Izuku what his favorite candy is.

“Oh, I love strawberry mentos b-but that specific flavor is hard to find sometimes,” Izuku says with a blush on his face.

Katsuki is standing off by the kitchen when he hears this. He smirks. Of course the damn nerd would like that sugary trash. He had forgotten Dekus favorite candy like many other things because of his stupid fucking ego. He had lost a lot of opportunities with his Deku but fuck if he wasn’t going to make up for it now.

So Katsuki decides to order a jumbo pack of strawberry mentos. The nerd wasn’t kidding, these little shits have to be ordered from America but if this could win Deku over so be it.

The next day he leaves some at Deku's desk. No name on the note though. NOT because he’s embarrassed, fuck no, but just because he wants to see the nerds reaction.

When Izuku arrives to class he sees the candy on his desk with a note that says “I know these are your favorite.” Izuku is sure his whole neck and ears are red. He wonders if Uraraka got them for her but why wouldn’t she give them to him himself if they saw each other this morning.

When the rest of the class walks in Izuku still hasn’t opened the candy. He just sits at his desk holding the note.

“What you got there Midorya?” Kaminari pops up behind him and peers over his shoulder.

“O-oh hi Kaminari. Um, j-just some candy I found on my desk this morning.”

“Ohhh? Midoryas got a secret admirer? What does the note say?” Kaminari says in a singsong voice.

“N-no of course not a s-secret admirer. W-who would be interested in s-someone like m-me. Plus the note d-doesn’t even have a name.” By now other students have gathered around his desk. The girls oohing and awing.

Izuku turns to Uraraka who looks just as intrigued as the rest of them. Maybe it wasn't her who got them. Izuku is flustered now feeling a little too nervous under this attention.

“Leave the poor nerd alone already. You’re making him fucking uncomfortable.” Katsuki pushes through and flops down on his desk growling.

Everyone scurries away grumbling as Aizawa walks in.

“Thanks, Kacchan,” Izuku says with a blush on his cheeks. Kacchan reaches over and ruffles his curls then his hand goes down and cups his face. But a second later he's already pulling away.

“Tch whatever Deku,” Katsuki says but there's no bite behind it. Izuku just beams at Kacchans back.

—

This goes on for a month. Everyday Izuku finds strawberry mentos with a sweet note on them or a short poem but no name.

Of course, Izuku saves all the notes and he’s so happy every time he finds them. They remind him of when he was little and he and Kacchan used to write each other notes at school or when they had sleepovers. It was a tradition for them until Kacchan decided they were too old for that, that it was time they outgrew it. Then Kacchan outgrew Izuku. It always felt like he was thrown away.

This hurt Izuku a lot but he knows his Kacchan is sorry. They’re friends now and he can tell he regrets it. He knows Kacchan is trying to make up for it with the soft touches, soft words. They’re friends now, maybe on the edge of something more and maybe they just need a little push.

Izuku is almost certain it's Kacchan leaving him the candy because sometimes Kacchan gets so close to him Izuku can swear he smells the strawberry flavor in his breath. It makes his heart beat faster every time. So helplessly sugar high on him.

But one-morning Izuku sees Kirishima eating strawberry mentos. /His/ favorite candy so of course his first reaction is confusion and slight anger. Was Kacchan giving strawberry mentos to Kirishima as well? Was he writing him sweet notes and poems too?

Then came the sadness and the all to familiar pain in his heart. Will Kacchan throw him away again? Izuku isn't sure he can take it a second time.

Izuku feels the familiar sting in his eyes but he tries to hold them back. A minute later he sees Kacchan rounding the corner.

“Hey shitty hair. Chill on the fucking candy already.” He shoves Kirishima.

“But you gave it to me bakubro!” Kirishima states with a grin.

Izuku gasps and both Kacchan and Kirishima look at him. He can’t stop the tears from falling so he runs away instead hoping they didn’t see.

“Deku?” He hears Kacchan yell after him but Izuku doesn’t stop until he gets to his room.

Once Izuku gets to his dorm he's sliding down his closed-door muffling his sobs. He doesn’t know why he’s crying, he shouldn’t be crying at all. Of course, this whole thing was a joke. He did this to himself. He’s the one who chose to give his heart to someone who very obviously doesn’t want it, never did.

A minute later he hears knocking at his door and tries to muffle his cries even more.

“Deku? Open the door.” Kacchan says with worry evident in his voice.

“U-um I-Im kind of t-tired Kacchan. C-can we t-talk tomorrow.” Izuku says as he wipes his tears. He can’t let him see him like this; he's already embarrassed as it is.

Izuku hears a thump on his door. “Izuku, please.” a sob catches in Izukus throat and he feels more tears fall.

When Izuku finally catches his breath he gets up and unlocks his door. The look on Kacchans face makes him want to cry all over again.

“D-did you n-need something Kacchan?” Izuku says through sniffles.

“De-Izuku please don’t cry. I think you misunderstood. I’m sor-“

Izuku feels like his heart is being ripped out of his chest.

“N-no it's o-okay Kacchan. I-I promise. I-I’m just being d-dumb” Izuku looks down and wrings his hands. He didn’t realize he was trembling

“No. Fuck. Listen to me De-“ Kacchan tries to reach for his hands but he takes a step back.

“N-no. J-just leave me be for a l-little okay Kacchan? T-tomorrow we’ll g-go back to normal. Y-your happy with Kirishima right? T-that makes me h-happy. J-just um I d-dont want a-anymore candy okay? Or-or notes. I-Im so s-sorry for getting the w-wrong idea. P-please don’t be upset, I-I promise I’ll be o-okay just please please don’t throw me a-away again.”

Izuku tries to give Katsuki a wobbly smile but tear filled eyes give him away. Katsuki cusses under his breath but before Izuku can turn around he has him wrapped tightly in his arms. His cheek resting on wild green curls.

“Throw you awa- no fuck FUCK Izuku I wouldn’t. Why would I fucking throw you away? You’re mine. Always been mine.” Katsuki squeezes Izuku tighter, cradling and kissing his head.

“B-but the candy a-and Kiri-“

“Thats what I wanted to say. I bought the candy for you. Shitty hair just kept asking me for some but I promise its just you.” Katsuki puts his hands on Izukus face, wiping away the tears. “I wanted to do something good for you, okay? You fucking deserve the world Izuku and I’ll do anything to get it for you. I’ll do /anything/ to deserve you.”

A gasp leaves Izuku and he wraps his arms around Katsukis neck and kisses him. It’s rough and all teeth but so sweet. Everything they want to say is in that kiss. Izuku didn’t know he could feel love so soft, so sweet but in this very moment he leaves his heart bare for his Kacchan because he knows he’ll take care of it, take care of him.

Izuku pulls back and beams at Katsuki.

“Kacchan you taste like strawberry mentos.”

Katsuki softly pecks Izukus face, kissing his freckles, nose, anywhere he can reach “Mm course I do nerd, they’re your favorite,” Katsuki says as he nuzzles Izukus nose.

Izuku giggles and kisses Katsuki softly, hearts in his eyes and says “Kacchans my favorite.”

Katsuki takes a chomp of Izukus cheek before kissing his forhead. “Shitty nerd.”

[bibbawrites]

Beach Baby - Single Dad!Charlie x Owen

THIS IS PART 4 OF THE SINGLE DAD!CHARLIE SERIES YOU CAN READ PART 1 HERE , THE PREQUEL (PART 2) HERE AND PART 3 HERE 

Request: none

Word Count: 3907 words 😳

Summary: Part 4 of Single Dad!Charlie, Margaux and Charlie reunite with Owen in Hawaii after months apart due to lockdown, just in time for Margaux’s fourth birthday 

Warnings: technically underage drinking, i guess technically i have to warn that this is implied mutual crushing between owen and charlie, if you dont feel comfortable with romantic chowen do not read 

A/N: i couldn’t get this out of my head so i had to write it, and boy did i write it this is the longest non-chaptered fic ive ever written and honestly i could have made it longer but i didnt want it to drag on any more that it already did this is literally more than double the length of my normal fics, i got very carried away

also just a note that i’m not trying to be rude about the fans who met the boys at the airport and i’m sure in real life the boys were happy to stop and chat, but from a parents perspective charlie’s first instinct would be to protect his daughter so i just thought i’d add that. please don’t get upset for that part!

sorry for any mistakes, its 4am and im half asleep trying to read through this to post lol anyways, hope you enjoy! 

Tag List: @happinessinthedarkesttimes​ @littlemissaddict​ @vicesvsvirtuesfanfic​ @headheartbellarke​ @lovesanimals​ @bartok-the-magnificent​ @juliefromaustralia @multi-universe21 @rangerelik @kaitieskidmore1 @katrina765​ @fandomxreaders​​ @ifilwtmfc

“Papa!” Margaux screamed, racing across the airport to Owen, the blond boy scooping up the nearly four year old and spinning her around when she reached him. 

“Maggie! I’ve missed you so much.” Owen exclaimed, pulling his mask down to pepper her cheeks with kisses, causing Margaux to giggle loudly. “Where’s your Daddy?” 

“Right behind you.” Owen spun around to find Charlie standing there, clearly smiling at him despite the bandana that covered his mouth, and Owen’s heart skipped a beat at how good Charlie looked in the early morning sun streaming through the airport windows. 

Meanwhile Charlie was thinking the exact same thing, admiring how attractive Owen was, especially when he was in his dad mode. He really understood why girls had such a weakness for cute boys with cute kids when he saw Owen with Margaux. 

Charlie stepped forward, pulling Owen into a tight hug and Margaux whined in complaint at being squished between her dad and her self declared papa. They pulled away from each other, both boys fighting to hide their slightly flushed cheeks. 

“I’m hungry.” Margaux whined, and Charlie was snapped out of his heart eyes daze, his whole focus back on his daughter. 

“Let’s get some food into you before our plane leaves then eh.” He replied, and Margaux nodded happily. 

Feeling bold Owen grabbed onto Charlie’s hand, lacing their fingers together. It wasn’t unusual for them to do this but it was the first time doing it when they were well known enough that someone might recognise them. But neither of them really cared. They were just happy to be back together again. 

- 

The minute they arrived in Hawaii they were met with fans. As much as he loved meeting the fans Charlie couldn’t help but sigh slightly as he tried to protect Margaux as much as he could.

It wasn’t that the fans didn’t know about Margaux, because it was a well known fact that he was a single dad, it was more that he wanted to keep her away from the spotlight. She hadn’t asked for her dad to become a well known actor, and she didn’t deserve to have her life changed because of it. He was determined to give her the most normal life possible. 

Eventually they made it to the villa house that they were staying in while in Hawaii, and after throwing their bags into their rooms it was time to have a bit of fun. 

“Swim time swim time!” Margaux sung, running laps around the living room. Kenny chuckled at the small girl, looking up at Charlie who was following closely behind her. 

“It seems like only yesterday she was a tiny two year old who cried every time you left her side.” He said, and Charlie smiled fondly, sitting down on the chair next to Kenny. 

“She’s growing up too fast.” He agreed. “I can’t believe in less than 24 hours time I’ll be a dad to a four year old.” 

Margaux tripped on the tiles, landing with a clatter, her bottom lip jutting out. Charlie jumped up, but before he could even think about moving across the room Owen was by Margaux’s side, helping her up and pulling her into a tight hug. He whispered something in her ear and Margaux giggled loudly, her fall already forgotten.

Charlie smiled softly at the scene, his heart filled with love for both the blond boy and his little princess. 

“Daddy.” Margaux called, snapping Charlie out of his daze. 

“Yeah baby?” He answered, finally making his way across the room. 

“Can we swim now?” She asked, grabbing onto his leg. Charlie subconsciously ran his hand through her soft curls.  

“Of course we can.” He replied. Margaux glanced up at Owen. 

“Papa too?” She questioned. 

“Papa too.” Charlie agreed. Margaux peered past him, her gaze landing on Kenny.

“Coming Uncle Kenny?” She asked, and Kenny laughed, standing up. 

“Coming Little Gillespie.” He replied. 

Margaux smiled contently, taking both Charlie and Owen’s hands to pull them outside towards the pool. 

She really did have every single one of them wrapped around her little finger. 

- 

Dinner that night was special, as it was supposed to be Carolynn’s last day on the island. They decided on a joint party for her last night, as well as celebrating Margaux’s birthday a day early. 

They had headed to a tiny restaurant near their villa, and Charlie had allowed Margaux to pick whatever she wanted from the menu, not that it mattered because she chose chicken nuggets and chips anyways.

The meal was nice, and before they knew it they were arriving back at the villa. Jeremy, Carolynn and Kenny all excused themselves for bed, and Tori settled into the couch, flicking the TV on. 

“Bath and bed time baby.” Charlie told Margaux, and she pouted but obeyed, following him into the hallway. 

“Hey Char, can I ask you something?” Owen asked, trailing behind the father daughter duo, and Charlie stopped, letting Margaux run ahead to their room. 

“Anything.” He smiled. 

“Do you mind if I share your room? I know the other bed was meant to be for Margaux but-” Owen started, playing with his fingers slightly. 

“She can share with me.” Charlie cut him off. “Bed’s all yours.” Owen looked up, his eyes widening. 

“Really?” He checked. 

“Of course.” Charlie smiled. Owen grinned, throwing his arms around Charlie’s neck. 

“Thanks Char. I just didn’t really want to sleep alone.” He admitted, and Charlie squeezed him tight. 

“Any time.” He told Owen, and the blond boy pulled away with a smile, before heading off to the room he was originally going to stay in to collect his bags. 

Charlie entered the room that he and Margaux, and now Owen, were sharing, finding his daughter already snuggled into one of the beds, still wearing her dinner clothes. Charlie sighed, moving to pull her out of the bed. Owen entered the room, bags in tow, and Margaux looked up at him excitedly. 

“Papa! Are you sleeping here?” She questioned. Owen placed his bags in the corner before answering. 

“I am Miss Maggie.” He said, and Margaux cheered. 

“You don’t mind sleeping with Daddy?” Charlie checked, and Margaux shook her head, jumping up to throw her arms around Charlie’s neck. 

“Nope! More cuddles!” She stated. Charlie laughed, picking her up. 

“Exactly right. Now, it’s bath time.” He said, grabbing Margaux’s pyjamas as she clung to him. 

“Bye Papa!” Margaux called as Charlie moved to leave the room. Owen waved. 

“Bye Maggie!” He replied, matching her enthusiasm. Charlie couldn’t help but smile. 

Margaux was so lucky to have someone like Owen in her life. They both were. 

- 

“Daddy! Wake up!” Margaux screamed, jumping on top of Charlie. He groaned, squinting as he looked up at his daughter. 

“What time is it?” He mumbled. Owen sat up in his own bed, grabbing his phone to check the time. 

“4:47am.” He informed Charlie, his voice thick with sleep. Charlie tried to ignore how sexy Owen’s morning voice was, instead focusing on his daughter. 

“Mags it’s too early to be awake.” He told her. Margaux pouted, flopping down on top of him. 

“Daddy, it’s my birthday!” She exclaimed. Charlie smiled, kissing her cheek. 

“I know baby, happy birthday. Now can we sleep for a little bit?” He tried. Margaux thought for a moment. 

“Only if Papa comes here too.” She decided. 

Charlie’s eyes widened slightly, eyes fixed on Owen as the younger boy sleepily slid out of his bed with no hesitation, and into Charlie’s, snuggling into Charlie’s side the minute he laid down. Margaux squirmed her way under the covers, squishing herself in between the two of them. 

Charlie shut his eyes in an attempt to get back to sleep, but it was no use. He opened his eyes again, staring up at the ceiling, as Margaux slept soundly next to him.

His mind was racing, noticing every single little place where Owen’s warm skin was in contact with his. It felt like he was on fire.

“Stop thinking.” Owen mumbled, and Charlie turned his head to see Owen staring at him, his eyes half shut with sleep.

“How did you know?” He questioned. Owen gave him a small smile. 

“I always know. Whatever it is, just ignore it for now. Get some sleep, it’s gonna be a big day.” Owen whispered. Charlie paused for a moment, just staring at Owen in the dim light from Margaux’s nightlight. Even half asleep in the almost complete darkness of the room Owen still looked gorgeous. Charlie swallowed. 

“You’re right. Thanks O.” He replied. 

“Love you.” Owen yawned in response, his eyes shutting again. Charlie smiled softly, moving his hand to brush a bit of Owen’s hair off his face.

“I love you too Owen.” He replied, despite the fact that the younger boy was already asleep. He pressed a soft kiss to Owen’s head, and lowered his voice to no more than a whisper.

“More than I probably should.”

- 

After what felt like no time at all Charlie was being shaken awake again. 

“Daddy is it time to get up now?” Margaux questioned, sitting on his chest. Charlie yawned. 

He reached over and checked his phone. It was just after 6:30am. 

“Okay we can get up. But we’re gonna leave Papa to sleep a little bit more, okay?” Charlie compromised. Margaux thought for a moment before agreeing. Charlie grinned, sliding the both of them out of the bed careful not to wake Owen. Once they were out of the bed Charlie lifted Margaux up, placing her on his hip. He pressed a soft kiss to her temple.  

“Now. Let’s go make some birthday pancakes.” 

- 

“Happy birthday Little Gillespie.” Jeremy sung, entering the kitchen with Carolynn close behind him.

Margaux grinned, her mouth full of pancake. 

“Thank you!” She exclaimed, her words muffled by her food. Carolynn stepped past Jeremy, moving to place a gentle kiss on Margaux’s head and whisper to her. Margaux grinned before looking up at her father.

“Hey Daddy?” She spoke. Charlie made a noise in response.

“Yeah?” He said, flipping pancakes onto a plate for both Jeremy and Carolynn.

“Do you think the birthday fairy could found me here?” Margaux questioned, her eyes full of hope. Charlie couldn’t help but smile, not even bothering to correct her words, as he placed the pan down.

“Should we go find out?” He asked. Margaux’s eyes widened in excitement.

“Yeah! But first we have to get Papa.” She decided. Charlie nodded.

“You wanna go wake him up? Tell him we made him some pancakes?” He asked, and Margaux grinned, already sliding out of her chair.

“Okay Daddy!” She replied, before rushing out of the room. The room fell silent for a few moments before Carolynn cleared her throat.

“So Charlie...” She raised an eyebrow. “How long have you been in love with Owen?” 

Charlie choked on his coffee. 

“I’m sorry, what?” He spluttered. Carolynn grinned. 

“You heard me.” She said. Charlie hesitated. 

“I’m not-” He stopped. “I-” 

He groaned. There was no use denying it if clearly he was obvious enough that his friends had figured him out.

“Since filming.” He admitted. Carolynn cheered. 

“You owe me $20.” She told her husband, who glared at Charlie. 

“You just had to admit it, huh?” Jeremy shook his head, and Charlie shrugged, a small smile on his face.

“Admit what?” Owen’s voice came from behind them, deep from sleep, and Charlie took a sip of his coffee to try to distract himself. Owen always looked good but in the early morning light, his hair still a mess from sleeping, he looked ethereal. Charlie bit his lip to stop himself from staring.

“Nothing important.” Carolynn replied, and Charlie shot her a thankful look. 

“Can we see if the birthday fairy visited now?” Margaux sighed, clearly impatient. They all laughed. 

“Of course baby.” Charlie told her, standing up. He grabbed the plate of pancakes he had made for Owen, handing them to the younger boy as he passed him. 

Margaux lead the way to the living area where Kenny and Tori were already sat waiting, squealing with excitement when she saw the small pile of presents on the table.

“They came!” She exclaimed, and Charlie couldn’t help but smile, ruffling her hair affectionately.

Margaux settled down on the couch as everyone spread out around the room, and one by one she opened the presents, eyes widening with excitement at every single one. 

Charlie had gotten her a few dolls that he knew she had been wanting, plus some new clothes, books and other toys. 

Jeremy and Carolynn had gotten her a small paint set with a Frozen paint by numbers. 

Kenny had gotten her a tiny version of the Sunset Curve shirt that the cast had all received. 

Tori had gotten her a little lilac tutu. 

Madi, Jadah and Savannah had sent their presents, some handmade earrings, little stud versions of the ghost drawings that Carolynn had created from Madi, a small pair of overalls from Savannah, and a colouring book from Jadah.

But her absolute favourite gift had come from Owen, a tan coloured bear from Build-A-Bear that he had dressed like Luke, and the clothes to change the bear into Reggie, Alex and Julie if she wanted to. 

After hugs all round the group decided to go their own ways, with Kenny heading off to spend the day relaxing, and Tori, Jeremy and Carolynn going to the beach to sunbathe since Carolynn’s flight had been delayed. 

“Where do you want to go today birthday girl?” Charlie asked, as he and Owen collected the pile of gifts to move them back to their room.

Margaux frowned in thought, the bear still grasped in her arms.

“Hiking.” She decided, and Charlie laughed. She was definitely his daughter.

“You sure? We can do whatever you want to do.” He checked. Margaux nodded, her attention focused on her new clothes that Charlie had placed on the bed to fold later. 

“I’m sure.” She said, reaching for the Sunset Curve shirt and overalls. “Can I wear this?”

“Of course you can.” Charlie agreed. 

“I’m gonna have a quick shower.” Owen said, grabbing some clothes out of his bag. Charlie nodded, focused on helping Margaux change out of her pyjamas into her new clothes.

“Do you think we can have some time tonight just you and me?” Charlie asked once Margaux was dressed, moving to grab her hairbrush and some hair ties.

“Yes please Daddy.” Margaux agreed, sitting on the edge of the bed as Charlie sat behind her.

“We could go get dinner just the two of us, and then come back here for birthday cake.” He suggested. Margaux frowned, clearly thinking. 

“Is it chocolate cake?” She asked after a moment, and Charlie paused from brushing her hair to kiss the top of her head. 

“You’ll have to wait and see.” He teased. Charlie finished tying her hair up into two little space buns, not quite proper buns but as close as he could get with her shortish hair.

“I hope it’s chocolate cake. I love chocolate cake.” She giggled, standing up on the bed and turning around to hug her father. Charlie wrapped his arms around her, a gesture that was so safe and familiar. 

“Me too baby, me too.” He agreed. Margaux snuggled her head into his shoulder. 

“Is Papa coming hiking?” She questioned. Charlie grinned to himself. 

“Do you want him to come?” He asked. Margaux didn’t even hesitate. 

“Yes.”

“Then I’m sure he’d love to come.” Charlie assured her. She pulled away. looking him in the eyes. Charlie had always loved that she had gotten his eyes. 

“Do I ask him?” She said, eyes wide. Charlie struggled to contain a laugh at how serious she looked. 

“When he comes back, yeah.” He nodded. 

“When who comes back?” Owen asked, re-entering the room. Margaux jumped up, throwing herself at the 20 year old. He lifted her up with no hesitation. 

“Are you gonna come hiking?” Margaux asked, her bottom lip jutting out in a pleading way. 

“Of course I am. Wouldn’t want to miss spending time with my two favourite people.” Owen grinned, kissing her nose causing her to giggle. Charlie’s heart skipped a beat at the declaration that he was one of Owen’s favourite people. 

“Yay! Can we go now?” Margaux turned in Owen’s arms to face her father. He nodded, standing up from the bed. 

“Shoes, and then we can go.” He said, and Margaux squirmed her way out of Owen’s arms to go find her running shoes. 

Charlie exchanged a look with Owen, the both of them thinking the same thing. 

It was going to be a long day. 

- 

Hiking with a just turned four year old was exhausting, even despite them choosing the easiest possible trail so that she wouldn’t have any issues.

It was fine at first, Margaux excitedly looking at the plants and trying to spot any animals in the trees, but after about twenty minutes she got bored and tired, and Charlie and Owen spent the rest of the hike passing her back and forth between the two of them.

Finally they made it back to the villa, and after a quick stop for lunch Margaux was recharged and ready for the rest of the day.

“Can we swim?” She asked. Charlie nodded.

“We’ll go and get changed, and then we can go in the pool for a while until we have to get ready for dinner, okay?” He suggested. 

“Okay Daddy.” Margaux smiled sweetly. 

-

After quickly changing into their swimmers, Charlie, Margaux and Owen ended up in the pool, Jeremy and Carolynn lounging nearby. 

They swam for a few hours until Margaux got thirsty, and with a promise of apple juice she and Charlie climbed out of the pool leaving Owen to go sit with the Shada’s. 

Charlie walked inside the villa, finding Kenny sat at the kitchen bench reading while Tori lounged on one of the couches, staring at her phone. 

“Why don’t we do cake now, so that you don’t have to worry about rushing home?” Kenny spoke up, as Charlie manoeuvred through the kitchen to get the apple juice out, Margaux clinging to his chest like a baby koala. 

“That’s a good idea. Do you want to do your birthday cake now Mags?” Charlie asked his daughter, pouring her some apple juice. She sipped on the juice, looking up at him with wide eyes. 

“Yeah!” She exclaimed. Charlie smiled. 

“Okay, can you go get Papa, Aunty Care and Uncle Jer for me?” He asked, placing her down. She nodded eagerly, handing her cup of juice to him before rushing outside to where Owen, Jeremy and Carolynn were still sat.

Charlie grabbed the cake out of the fridge and placed it on the bench, before putting the four candles in, and grabbing a lighter.

“Have you seen my camera Kenny?” He asked, and Kenny just pointed to the end of the bench where the camera was sitting. Charlie smiled gratefully, grabbing the camera.

“Want me to take photos?” Tori offered, and Charlie nodded, handing her the camera. 

Margaux re-entered the room, Owen and the Shada’s following close behind her, and when she reached her father he lifted her up. Kenny took the lighter, lighting the candles on the cake and together they sung Happy Birthday to Margaux, Tori snapping photos as the four year old blew out her candles. 

Charlie held Margaux close to him as Kenny divided the cake up, thankful that he had such an amazing family to spend his little girl’s birthday with. 

-

When Charlie and Margaux made it back to the villa after their dinner that night, the newly four year old was ready to fall asleep. Charlie carried her to bed, silently thanking his past self for deciding to give her a bath and do her birthday cake before they went to dinner because now all he had to do was change her into her pyjamas. 

He changed her quickly seeing that she was almost asleep, and tucked her into the bed. 

“Did you have a good birthday baby?” Charlie asked softly, settling down next to his daughter.

Margaux just nodded in response. 

“That’s good.” Charlie ran a hand through her curls. “Goodnight baby girl.” 

“Big girl.” Margaux mumbled sleepily. Charlie smiled, leaning down and kissing her head. 

“You might be a big girl now but you’ll always be my baby girl.” He whispered. “I love you.” 

“I love you too Daddy.” Margaux replied, her eyes already shut and her arms wrapped tightly around her new bear. Charlie stood up slowly and headed to the door, leaving it open a crack for a little bit of light to shine in. 

He paused for a moment, just taking in the reality that Margaux was already four years old, and that she was growing up too fast. With one last look at the door he made his way down the hallway and outside to where he knew Owen was waiting. 

“She’s asleep.” He announced, flopping down on the outdoor sofa next to Owen. 

“I’m not shocked, she’s had a big day.” Owen replied, handing Charlie a cold beer that he had clearly gotten for him. Charlie took it thankfully, taking a large swig. 

“Can you believe that she’s four already? It feels like she was only just born and I was waking up to find out that her mother was gone and that it was only me and her. It was terrifying at the time, but looking back I wouldn’t change it for the world.” He rambled. Owen rested his head on Charlie’s shoulder and Charlie wrapped his arm around the younger boy, pulling him closer.

“You should be proud of yourself Char. You’ve done an amazing job.” Owen complimented, snuggling closer to Charlie as he took a mouthful of his beer.

“You think so?” Charlie questioned. Owen nodded against his shoulder.

“I know so.” He sat up. “Margaux is the most well behaved kid I’ve ever met, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her misbehave once in all the time I’ve known her. She’s an amazing kid and it’s all because she has the most amazing father.”

“Thank you.” Charlie whispered, suddenly realising how close Owen was to him. He could feel Owen’s warm breath on his lips, and he found himself leaning in, the urge to kiss Owen overtaking his entire being. His lips brushed against Owen’s ever so slightly, but before they could properly commit to the kiss they were interrupted. 

“Hey, we’re gonna play...” Tori’s voice came and they jumped apart quickly. She trailed off, eyeing them carefully. “Were you two about to kiss?”

Charlie cleared his throat. Owen’s eyes widened.

“Uh... no?” Owen lied. Tori shot them a suspicious look but clearly decided against pushing.

“Right... well we’re gonna play Cards Against Humanity if you want to join us.” She told them, before turning and heading back inside. Neither Charlie nor Owen moved, the silence was deafening. Finally Owen spoke.

“Sorry.” He muttered quickly, before standing up and rushing inside. Charlie groaned, watching him leave, the feeling of Owen’s lips still lingering on his own.

“Fuck.” He sighed, downing the last of his beer before standing up to join the rest of the group inside.

He would have to deal with the Owen situation later.

[the19thduckpotato]

In the Shadow of a Smile (Part 6)

Part 5

Izuku started to feel full and sleepy, suppressing a yawn and blinking away the sleepy tears resulting from it.

"Mmm?"  Toshi dabbed at his mouth with the fancy cloth napkin.  "Tired?"

"Mm, a little...." Izuku pillowed his squishy cheek on his hand, eyes drooping a bit. "S'cause I ate, I guess. I'll wake up later."

Toshi tucked some bills under his own plate, waved to Ryori, then held a hand out for Izuku.  "C'mon, then.  Can't have you falling asleep in public."

Izu gave a slightly-dopey grin, taking Toshi's hand and following. "I wouldnnnn't!" Urgh, I hope he walks slow. I'm full.

Toshi guided his charge outside.  "Oh really?" he asked teasingly.

"Noooo!" Izu grinned bigger and shook his head.

And though he didn't mean to, Toshi found he had led them back to the riverfront. "It's ok, really.  We can call it a day.  It's been exciting enough already, heh."

Sounds nice, to be honest. "But don't you wanna go anywhere else?" He muffled a yawn into the sleeve of his new jacket, then smiled as he was once again reminded of its existence.

"Nah, kid.  Your company has been greatly appreciated--" ever since Mirai His heart twisted painfully and he forcefully shoved the thought away.  "--but I don't want to drag you all over the place.  Let's get you home."

"Bu' whaddabou' you?" Izu rubbed at his eyes with one hand, the other still happily nestled into Toshi's big warm one.

Big hand squeezed small one.  "Hmm?"

Small one squeezed back. "D'you wanna go home or not."

I just like being around you.  You're good for this tired soul. But I also shouldn't be selfish... "You're the one blinking back sleep, heh."

And tired and I really wanna go home and sleep and-- NO, you gotta listen to him, he's not answering you! That means-- "But I won't be soon enough... n you didn't answer me, y'know." He squinted up at Toshi slightly suspiciously.

"Pretty sure I did," he replied with a wink and a crinkle eyed smile.  "There's plenty more shops to explore next time."  He gently tugged on Izuku's hand.

"Y'did not," Izuku objected as he went along with the tug.

"Shhh, you're delirious with tiredness."  A fatherly rumble of laughter.  "...want me to carry you?"  He rubbed the back of his head.  "I know you're kind of big for that...but...."

Izu blinked up at him. "--Ah... are you sure you want to?" I have to be too heavy for him-- and do I even want that? I'd be pretty embarrassed, I'd look silly-- but if I say no he'll never ask again!! That would be awful I DEFINITELY can't miss this chance but what if I am too heavy--

Another squeeze of hands.  "We'll keep going, then.  Don't worry, I'll catch ya if you drift off."

Did I miss my chance? Did he hear something in my voice and see it as a No? Did I push him away, or-- Izuku cut off his worried thoughts and leaned closer to Toshi.

"Really, though.  Don’t push yourself too hard.  I'll always be here to help, ok?"

Izu laughed softly. "I'm okay, really. ...Me too."

"You look good in that jacket." ....??? say it "You, uh... you look good in that jacket.  Kinda remind me of me as a kid."

Izuku’s face went from :o  to :D

Lookit that, another smile courtesy of Small Might.  See?  You don't always have to be super powerful to bring them happiness. Toshi made a noise of indeterminate emotion.

Izuku tilted his head, unsure how to respond. ...Is something wrong?

Toshi ruffled Izuku's hair.  "Home, then.  To the dorms, anyway.  It won't look weird if you suddenly noodle flop on me there.  ...less distance to carry you, too," he added impishly in a stage whisper.

Izuku grinned, ducking his head with a hissing sort of muffled laugh.

"Heehee, noodle flop.  That's...I gotta remember that one.  ....sounds like a plan?  I don't want to cut our visit short here if you don't want to."

“But I want what you want, you’re the one in charge here!” Izuku leaned against Toshi’s arm, flopping his head back dramatically as he tried to find out what Toshi really wanted behind his polite insistence that Izuku choose. “It’s your money anyway, heh.”

"Funny thing about being the Number One hero--no one ever lets me spend my money."  He shrugged with a shy smile.  "I wish they would, it's the right thing to do.  But I can't deny them the pleasure of wanting to do something for me.  ...that's why I like this idea of gifts.  Especially if we order online.  No one would know it was me."

Izuku’s eyes got wide, and his mouth formed into something between surprise and excitement. :> “Do you wanna wrap ‘em and give ‘em to the kids secretly? Because I can sneak some to their doors,” he bounced on his toes, thrilled that an old hobby of his was finally coming in handy again. “I’m pretty good at that!” He ducked his head again, realizing he sounded boastful. “Uhh, kinda, I mean.”

Toshi's jaw dropped, eyes wide.  "Why you sneaky little--"  Then he burst into an enormous grin.  "Excellent.  My protege and my accomplice." Not partner, though. He's too young for that. You know what I mean. ....... He pressed a knuckle to his mouth, trying not to take too obviously a deep and calming breath.  The grin burst forth again, still genuine but not quite as huge.

Izuku hid his own grin, a suppressed giggle that sounded undeniably like a zebra bubbling up.

Toshi's heart ached with relief.  He had almost slipped.  "Popcorn,"  he suddenly gasped.  "We have popcorn and you eat popcorn at movies and if you still feel sleepy, napping during a movie is generally accepted."

Izuku looked up with a gasp. “Yyyyyess!!” He bounced on his toes, all sleepiness hidden for the moment by excitement. “—wait wait, we can’t take that into a movie theater.”

"Well no, but I'm sure we could....hmmm.  We might need to bring more popcorn home if we watch in the common room."

“Hmm. True.” Izuku pulled at his lower lip in thought.

Toshi felt his resolve waver.  Somehow, going back to Madame Popol's and being social once more and then bringing home foodstuffs that would attract people which would mean being more social when all of a sudden, all he really wanted to do was curl up in his bed, pillow over his head-- Be strong. Don't drag everyone else down with you. "Good idea or best idea?" he said cheerfully.

“Huh?” Izuku blinked up at him, slightly lost.

"Bringing home popcorn for a big rousing movie night.  I guess we'd need to figure out what we want to watch, then.  Something that'd appeal to a lot of people.  Maybe even invite Mirio and--" His exuberant chatter cut off as he stared at the river, brows furrowed.  "--and uh..." Name, quick! Nighteye. NO.  Someone else!  The one kid, the...you know, with the--which class is she-- You mean Sir? Tyrande?  Tyra? You can't invite Mirio with out inviting Mirai, that's just rude. But i can't, he's.... Toshi was fast losing his train of thought.  Try as he might, he couldn't call up another name that wasn't Mirai.

"Oh, all of them?" Izuku's eyebrows wrinkled and he tilted his head, concerned about Toshi's trailing-off and apparent inner struggle for words. "I thought... it was too late?" A small pause. "...Are you okay?" he asked softly.

Everything hurt now.  His head pounded, his heart ached, his breath scraped at his throat.  His hand squeezed to dig his nails in, to slap himself out of it get ahold of yourself And felt the smaller hand still in his grasp. get ahold of yourself He turned to smile. hide it fake it till you make it don't ruin this don't steal his smile Mirai wanted smiles for everyone remember "...Are you okay?" the kid asked softly. Toshi froze.  The kindness in those words--he needed wanted it very badly.  He allowed himself to think about letting go, just for a moment, and felt his grasp on everything slipping. get ahold of yourself NOW His shoulders hitched, just once.

Izuku's eyes widened, and his other hand curled around Toshi's arm, holding on gently.

"...please no..." A hoarse plea.  Large hand squeezed small and Toshi tilted his head to the sky, refusing to let the tears fall.

"O-okay..." Izuku reluctantly removed his other hand, though the one holding Toshi's remained.

what are you afraid of? I'm afraid of losing him too, ok?! Idiot.  You absolute idiot.  What do you think you're doing right now? "Forgive me," the blond stammered out.  "I didn't mean to..." He felt a hot tear streak down and quickly covered his face with his free hand.  And under this cover, several more tears soon joined the first. not afraid of being seen? Toshi found himself too exhausted to worry about it any longer.

"It's okay," Izuku said softly. You can have boundaries, people are supposed to have those, I think.... The small hand squeezed the few fingers it could wrap around.

And there went your chance.  But at least you won't look weak in front of Toshi slowly sank to the ground, his free hand grasping the railing.  His flushed face shone with wetness. .....what are you doing. "--Izuku." Toshi broke Izuku's grasp so he could pull the boy into a hug.  He tried to speak but his throat worked and he knew forcing it would only bring a deluge of waterworks. I don't want to lose you, I'm sorry, I'm scared, I can't protect you any more, I couldn't bear it if something happened.  I just dont know how to speak my heart.  It's been so long, I'm out of practice.  Forgive your teacher, he's trying. He could only hold Izuku, trembling.

Izuku's heart skipped a beat as he watched Toshi sink to the ground, and again as Toshi broke his hand away. --??!? His arms wrapped around broad shoulders as best they could, holding tight. It's okay it's okay-- well it's clearly not okay but I'm gonna help as much as I can anyway-- what's wrong, what happened, did everything just catch up to him at once?? Should I ask or should I know already

"I'm so sorry, I'm messing everything up," Toshi whispered with a shaky laugh.  He buried his face in the familiar green hair. please let me keep him please don't let anything happen to him.  I'll try to do my best by him but PLEASE Then don't make the same mistakes.  Which means communicating. Toshi made a noise and continued to hold his kid.  but I'll say the wrong thing or something stupid or Or at least you'll be talking which is infinitely better. "...Izuku," Toshi murmured into the messy mossy mop.

"You're not," Izuku whispered back. "You're not." He hugged closer, lifting his head a big when he heard his name. "Yeah?"

"I promise I was just trying to make it a nice day for you.  And for me so I wouldn't think about things."  A sad sniffle.  "I may have used you as a distraction but I really did enjoy your company today.  Honest." And you're scared of it ending because you're afraid something might happen to him, you're scared of the thoughts coming, you're afraid of so much when All Might is never supposed to be afraid. "And I guess... I'm afraid..." With the truth so close now, the relief and the shame both vying so vehemently to take his heart, Toshi felt the tears well up thicker than ever.

"Of what?" One hand shifted, almost curling into wild blond hair.

Master.  Mirai.  Midoriya. "...I'm afraid of watching you slip from my fingers, too." Both arms wrapped around Izuku protectively as he gave voice to a sob, half terrified, half relieved.

"I'm here," Izuku whispered, tears starting to sting his eyes. I can't make promises for the future, I'm not that stupid, I know how things work. ...But now, right now.... "I'm here. And I'll fight to stay with you."

Toshi held him like he never wanted to let go as tears, now of grief for Mirai, now for want of Master, now for the ever looming fear of Izuku's safety, poured down faster and faster. And for the moment, his inner thoughts were silent as he simply let the hurts of his heart out.

Izuku held as tight as he possibly could, trying to sway comfortingly, heart pounding. Oh boy oh boy oh boy whatamidoing what if I do it wrong OH NO HELP-- No. No, I need to be there for him. Just... let him cry, that's all you'd want someone to do for you. After a while, his inner thoughts tried to drift to things like popcorn and whether there would still be time for a movie or if Toshi would even want to do that after this or would he be too tired or-- Am I being a bad listener? That seems impolite-- but then again if I thought too hard about this I'd try to say something and inevitably wreck it. Best just not to let him know I was thinking of anything else.

Exhaustion slowly crept in as the tears lessened.  And though Toshi tried to release Izuku, his hands shook and his heart pounded in fear once more-- a villain could show up right now and I wouldn't be able to do anything --so his bearhug lessened but did not break. I have to let him go at some point And the bearhug did not break.

A deep breath seemed to force itself into Izuku's lungs, an awakening sigh shaking his ribs. He blinked, shifting his arms, though not letting go. He skillfully suppressed a yawn, nestling closer so Toshi wouldn't mistake the sigh for wanting to leave.

The large hands finally dropped, the long lanky arms unwinding from Izuku.

A gentle questioning noise. Are you ready to get up?

Blue eyes flicked to the boy, nervous, waiting to see how Izuku would react.  They quickly looked away as Toshi pushed himself to his feet.

Izuku stood up too, purposefully ignoring the large wet spot soaked through his jacket shoulder. He kept looking up at Toshi, monitoring his reactions closely.

Toshi quickly wiped at his eyes and cleared his throat.  "I apologize.  I've....held on to that for a while.  Wasn't sure how to..."  He shrugged limply.

Izuku hugged the beanpole. "S'okay." He leaned his head onto Toshi. "...Thank you."

Toshi looked surprised, ears flushing.  "For...?"

"For like... trusting me with it," Izuku said quietly, fingers fidgeting with Toshi's coatsleeve. "I know that's. That's really not something you do with a lot of people," he laughed softly. "So uhm," he was back to murmuring. "...Thank you." He gave Toshi's middle a quick, grateful squeeze.

Toshi stiffened, the realization hitting powerfully now.  Then he relaxed, the warmest and kindest smile yet lighting his face up.  "Thank you.  For listening."

Izuku smiled back just as brightly. "Thanks for letting me."

Toshi rubbed his hands nervously.  "Are you....ah... disappointed?"

Izuku's eyebrows furrowed and he blinked in confusion. "At what?"

Toshi rubbed one arm sheepishly.  "For not being as strong as you thought I was."  Even saying it out loud sounded ridiculous as he said it.

Izuku's puzzled squint deepened, and his head tilted further as he spoke. "You... are? You're even stronger than I thought you were." I mean I always knew All Might must have problems, but GEE WHIZ.

Toshi looked at the river again, biting his lip.  Then he shrugged and gave Izuku a thumbs up.  "Well so are you."

Izuku took a second to think about that-- exactly how strong did you THINK I was, that must have been nil at the beginning --then smiled up at him. "Thanks!" Another brow-furrow. "Did... you still wanna do that movie thing?" But so many people.... "...Maybe... if it's okay... not in the common room..." he lit up with an idea. "I have a laptop we can use!"

Toshi nodded with polite agreement, looking like a top heavy sunflower starting to lean over.  "Maybe that's best."  He rubbed his aching eyes.  "I'm not feeling up to too many people at the moment."  A soft embarrassed laugh.

Izuku made a face. "Mblegh. Me neither." Than gave a sheepish laugh and scrunch. "If that's okaaay.... heeheeh."

Toshi reached a hand out.  "You ok?"

"Oh, yeah, just tired." Izu shrugged. "Never was one for long days." He blinked with some panic, realizing once again how what he said could be taken very badly. "I mean I LOVED this, I did!! I just meant I got tired sometimes and-- ohhhhh no that came out all wrong"

Toshi knelt down and gently took Izuku's shoulders.  "Hey hey hey, easy, kid."  His eyes shone happily.  "I get exactly what you mean.  ...I'm sure the last few minutes didn't help but, well...  it's been a long day for both of us.  And I'm feeling pretty run down myself now."

Izuku impulsively wrapped around Toshi's shoulders again, relief flooding his heart. "Okay," he said, muffled into Toshi's coat. "You ready to go home?"

The blond hugged the boy back, the warmth of the person he loved the most so close, so caring.  "Yeah," he replied thickly.  "You?"

Izuku gave a sigh that might as well have been a purr, so cozy was it. "Yeah." He smiles contentedly, his eyes crinkling shut with sudden happiness. "Me too."

"C'mon then."  Toshi began to lead Izuku away, then paused and gazed over the river one last time. Goodbye, Mirai.  I won't forget to smile.

FIN.

[scandeniall]

Can I request Sakusa helping his s/o to take off her braid pls

Sakusa helping his s/o take out their box braids

1st off: obviously this is for black!reader so :)))

i kinda addressed this here but lets expand 

im not even gonna lie, I don’t see him doing much because lets be real, hair does get pretty dirty after braids and baby is NOT with that

however, hes not a dick so he’d try to do something. 

He’s all for helping you gather everything you need: i.e plastic bag for the hair (maybe bc he doesnt want that shit all over yall room either but whatever), hes also likely to lay down a towel to lessen cleanup.

He knows where you keep everything so when you even mention that you plan on taking your hair down, hes running to get your wide tooth, your fav products

I can also see him as someone who’d be willing to turn on something for yall to watch bc while hes not up for actual take down, he is physically there. 

You can definitely trust him with the scissors to cut some down (if they’re like super long) Hes careful and meticulous and is very familiar with where your hair generally ends so hes always able to cut with an extra inch allowance

If you really begged and he was feeling extra nice he’d help

Like he sees that pained look from your arms hurting (thats if you dont outright ask him to help) and internally groans before moving closer to you and eyeing you seeing if you really want his help

Hes more reluctant if you ask, but i’m sure you can convince him to at least take out a few

while hes taking some down he tells you to take a break (bc hes not about to help with your whole head he just wants you to to get a break)

He has watched you enough (aka yall been together long enough) for him to know what to do with no instruction.

Night before before: “please Yoomi,” you drag out the “i” to your boyfriend who was currently preoccupied with his nighttime routine. He doesn’t even bother turning from his place rummaging through his dresser drawer. “No”

“It’s gonna take so long if you don’t help me,” you complain sitting up in the bed. You knew why, but it still couldn’t hurt to try. “You know how much my arms start cramping up. If you love me, you’ll help.” Silence as he continues filtering through the room. You don’t say anything else as he flips off the last light and slip into the bed. “If you help me I’ll do that thing you like.” Your words are teasing and you’re met with a kiss on the corner of your mouth, before placing a peck on your lips. “We’ll see. Now go to bed.” Although you cant see his face in the dark you feel the tiniest smirk

Day of: “You promised,” you can’t help but groan as you slip what felt like the 100th braid out of your head. “I didn’t promise anything,” you groan again as you feel around your head. There were still so many to go and you were tempted to just flop back on the couch. You engage in a staring match with Sakusa, whose look of indifference just serves to annoy you. “I hate you,” you mumble focusing your attention back towards the small mirrored you had placed on the coffee table. 

You don’t even pay attention to him getting off the couch until it dips again a few minutes later, this time him sitting closer. “I’ll take out 5 max,” he mumbles and you notice the bottle of hand sanitizer that normally rested by the front door in front of you. You mentally cheer shooting him a victory smile, as he frowns. “Take your break and you owe me.” Before his hands could move towards your hair, you plant a quick kiss on his cheek. “Yeah whatever Yoomi”

a/n: yeah this took like a week and its so bad but eye do be trying though. sorry bb!

[raybidtickles]

Trapped

I decided to start writing again and like how I’m redrawing the tickletober prompts, I’m gonna be writing out some of the prompts until I get back into the swing of writing more.

Summary: Collin gets into more trouble than he anticipates when he gets left behind by his friends, and meets new ones in the process!

Collin could not believe his friends ditched him.

Well, no. Collin could definitely believe his friends ditched him. Never on purpose, but they had the habit of getting out of hand and out of sight quickly. Galen and Jaritri were magnets for trouble. If trouble didn’t find them, then they went out looking for it. Collin, who was convinced he was the only voice of reason at this point, always struggled to keep up. Not that he necessarily wanted to help terrorize the local human population, but the satyr’s worry compelled him to follow anyways.

Now he was stuck in an unfamiliar part of the woods with no sense of direction where home was. There wasn’t any way this day could get worse-

Collin’s right leg was quickly ripped out from under him and he landed on the forest floor with solid thud. His right dangled high above his head from a rope.

"Oh, seriously?" An exasperated sigh escaped Collin as he tugged at the rope, only to secure the rope tighter around his ankle. Just his rotten luck. He needed to get out before whoever set the trap got back. The last thing Collim wanted was the attention of whoever set the trap. Collin stretched upward, the knot of the rope only inches from his finger tips. The satyr fell back onto the ground in a huff, regretting the decision to not carry around the knife Gelasia gave him. Collin backed himself up on the grassy ground and yanked. He pushed against the rope around his ankle with his free hoof. If he could just loosen the knot just enough.

"If we didn't get anything this time I'm gonna be pissed." Collin's ears twitched at the sound of voices approaching. The sound of snapping twigs followed and Collin's heart raced to his throat. He wanted to frantically tug and flail to get his leg out of the trap, but his entire body locked into place. His eyes the only part of him able to move, frantically darting across his field of vision.

"Ah, calm down. Don't blame nature because you suck at hu-" Three figures emerged from the brush directly in front of them. Two tall and identical looking fellows along with a shorter man with black, spiky hair. The left twin's voice died the moment the group's gaze turned to Collin.

"Well, you sure caught something." The right twin commented, a confused, but none the less amused smile etched across his features. The smallest of the group huffed in exasperation that reminded Collin far too much of Galen.

"Oh, well this is just perfect!" A heated blush rushed to his cheeks as he glanced between his hunting partners gesturing at Collin's predicament. "Yeah, yeah of course this is what happens. If it's not just a completely empty trap it's this." One of the twins quickly grabbed the back of his cloak's hood and pulled it over to eyes. The short loudmouth yeld and swat at his hands in a struggle to obscure his vision.

"Bix, buddy. I don't think our fair friend over here appreciates being referred to as this." The second twin shoved his head down further as he smiled down at Collin.

"Heeeeey, sorry bout all this uh…" The duo leaned on their smaller friend's head and shoulders, attempting to keep him quiet and down. "...we aren't normally like this we swear." The fear that gripped Collin's chest slowly dissipated. He knew humans could be eccentric, but didn't realize they'd also be giant nerds.

"It's uh...no trouble really?" Collin bit back a smile at the ongoing struggle. He gaze glanced up to his still trapped hoof and he tugged tentatively on more. "Do you think you could…?" Collin's question came out just above a whisper when he pointed up.

"Ah. Right. That." The twins let 'Bix' go, causing the man to nearly trip over himself in a struggle that suddenly stopped. One of the twins rummaged around their bag as they approached. He retrieved a small hunting knife from the bag and flashed Collin a confident smile and wink. "We'll get you out of there in a-"

"Hey, no! Caiden, dont you fucking dare!" Bix latched onto the arm Caiden held the knife with. Caiden immediately shook and yanked at his arm to throw him off. Collin had to give the angry little man props for the persistence.

"What?! What is your problem? We aren't keeping him that's messed up man!" An uncontrolled noise of offense escaped Bix's throat as he narrowed his eyes up at him.

"What-no! What's wrong with you? I can untie him, you don't have to cut the rope." Caiden raised a brow, his eyes lingering over his friend's scrunched up face to decipher if he was serious.

"It's just rope man. What's the big-"

"It's your last length of rope isn't it?" The other twin interrupted, fully enjoying the performance at that point. Bix's composure stiffened, his angry glare quickly turned down to the ground. 

Yep. Bix definitely reminded Collin of Galen.

"...shut up shut up I didn't think it would be this bad today." Bix's face burnt bright red while the twins snickered.

"Alright, alright. You wanna try? I'll give ya a few minutes." Caiden finally shook Bix off and plopped the knife back into his satchel. "Aiden and I'll just wait until you admit you can't do it."

"Sorry, you're probably gonna be here for a while." Aiden chipped in, sticking his tongue out at Bix as he grumbled. Bix's glare reached down to Collin, a small shiver ran up his back. His glare softened a bit as he gripped around Collin's ankle.

"Don't listen to them. You'll be out of here in a second. Just stay still…" His thoughts seemed to trail off as his focused turned to the knot. Despite Bix's rough nature Collin could feel how nimble his fingers were. Each gentle brush against his ankle as Bix tried to loosen the knot sent a small ticklish jolt up his leg. Collin bit his lip and tried his best to keep his leg still. Each little twitch made Bix huff a bit out of his nose.

"Can you just sit for a second?" Bix grabbed Collin by the hoof, his thumb pressed slightly against the bottom. Collin couldn't help the startled yelp and twitches that followed.

"W-wahait! Don't press there please!" Collin yanked back, his free hoof digging into the ground to try and scoot away. The three hunters shared a quizitive look before Bix ran his thumb down the length of Collin's hoof. More giggles poured from the saytr, quiet objections went unheard.

"Awww, guys he's ticklish! That's so cute." Aiden cooed.

"On his hooves? How's that even possible?" Bix used both of his thumbs to rub into each toe of Collin's cloven foot.

 "Ahahaha! Dohohohon't do that!" Collin's free leg flailed, just barely missing Bix's leg.

"Who cares?? It's adorable!" Collin was forced on his back when Aiden snatched up his other ankle. "Ohhhh I wanna see." Aiden tapped his finger nails across the edges of Collin's hoof. His laughter became punctuated by small shrieks as the constant drumming sent electric ticklish shocks up his leg.

"Plehehease ah-! Please stohop!" Collin set himself up on his elbows, one hand reached out in vain to stop the gentle yet relentless assault.

"How can you expect to stop? You're laugh is just adorable." Aiden teased further, a micheveous smirk tugged at the edges of his lips. He traced an index in circles around the soles of his hoof that made Collin shiver with goosebumps.

"Yeah, besides. Maybe this'll teach you to watch your step next time." Bix allowed himself to smile down at the saytr. Hr glanced down at his satchel, his smile turning to full grin as he reached inside. He pulled a small hand brush out, making a show of pulling it out slow.

"W-wait, what are you gonna-aH WAHAHAIT! NOHOHOH NOT THAHAHAT!" The most the brush connected with his hoof Collin's laugh raised several octaves. He flopped flat on his back, his arms crossed over his stomach as hysterical belly laughs were torn from him. Small tears pricked the edges of his eyes and a small, but distinct bleat cut between his laugh. Almost like a snort or hiccup. After a moment the tickling stopped and Collin was able to breath again. He twitched and shivered as the tingle could still be felt on his hooves. Collin wiped his eyes and glanced up at the hunters, both with faces three shades dark and hands covering their mouths.

"Ohhhh that was really cute." Aiden's voice was muffled by his hand, but Collin heard it plainly and felt heat raise to his own cheeks.

"Alright, that's enough you two." Cadien quickly brandished his knife and with a quick flick Collin's leg thumped to the ground. An annoyed outburst followed from Bix that went ignored. Caiden reached down and gently gripped Collin's upper arms and slowly pulled him upward. Collin's balance wavered slightly, but he managed to stand on his own.

"Sorry bout that. Still swear we aren't normally like this." Caiden chuckled and clapped Collin on the shoulder.

"O-oh, you're fine it was ah..." Collin glanced nervously around, his gaze landing to the grassy ground. "It was kinda fun actually."

"Oh reeeeeally?" Aiden slipped an arm around his brother's shoulder, a large grin plasterd on his face. "Maybe we should meet up again hm? I'm sure Bix would love to." Bix couldn't deny or agree simply for the fact he already slipped away into the underbrush. "...he'd love to I'm sure uhhh…"Aiden glanced him down expectantly."

"O-oh! Collin. If that's what you were asking." Collin crossed an arm over his chest and hesitantly held out his hand. Aiden slipped off Caiden and clapped his hand between both of his.

"Aiden! Though I'm sure you already heard that. You got an address Colli? Lemme send you a letter and maybe we can-ah!" Aiden was quickly tugged away by the back of the coller.

"Aid, I swear if you don't stop." He twirled his brother around and shoved him in the direction they came from. He glanced back at Collin with a small wave. "Sorry about...aaaaall of that. Do hope to see you again though cutie!" Caiden left Collin alone with butterflies floating around in his stomach.

...he needed to lost around here just a bit more often.