#pocket fic

[pockettgcf]

quanyin week day 2 - hair

“I’m not going to do this for you again. You need to learn how to do your own hair, Yizhen.”

“Okay, shixiong.”

Yin Yu sighed as he squeezed and kneaded the thick brown hair in the basin of rice water. Quan Yizhen’s hair had always been a mess, even when they were mortals. Ever since becoming a god, though, it had grown into a mane of curls. Of course, what would Quan Yizhen care about how his hair looked? Whether it caught the debris of his latest battle, or the dirt and rubble of whatever destruction he’d gotten into, it was always matted and dirty. Yin Yu had finally had enough, and he’d spent the last two hours cleaning it thoroughly with soap, warm water, and a comb to pick it smooth.

He looked down at Quan Yizhen’s face. The martial god had his head tilted back over the edge of the basin so that his hair could soak in the water, looking perfectly obedient while Yin Yu worked, even though it had taken so long. Yin Yu didn’t know the last time he’d gotten Quan Yizhen to sit still this long. Maybe he thought it felt good to have someone else wash his hair, or perhaps he was just happy to finally have the attention of his shixiong. When their gazes met, Yin Yu felt heat rise to his cheeks. He looked so perfectly innocent with his big golden eyes, thick brows, and almost-childish face. He was handsome, certainly, but in all his years as a god, he hadn’t lost the boyish charm he’d held as a young disciple.

“Close your eyes if you don’t know where to look,” Yin Yu ordered sternly. He turned his attention back down to the mess of hair in his hands. Quan Yizhen smiled and closed his eyes while Yin Yu took out a strand to test whether it had soaked long enough. With luck, it would help the curls soften once they were combed through and dried. Dutifully, Yin Yu would do just that, instructing his shidi to sit up.

“I’m not going to do this again,” Yin Yu repeated.

“I can’t help you everytime you mess up your hair,” Yin Yu said the next week.

“Someone your age should do this on their own.” And the next.

“Don’t expect me to keep taking care of you like this.” And the next. And the next. And the next.

“Okay, shixiong,” Quan Yizhen responded with a smile.

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day 1 - children

[donotwishonme]

june 3: enchant - 97 words - @jegulus-microfic

“Love, you look enchanting, absolutely stunning,” James gushed as Regulus stepped out of the dressing room. He’s wearing a dark blue suit. Perfectly cut, hugging him in all the right places.

Regulus’ cheeks turn pink at James’ words. He has his final fitting for the suit he is wearing to Sirius and Remus’ wedding. 

“You look gorgeous, baby. You might upstage the grooms looking like that. You know it’s your brother’s wedding and not yours, right?” James teased.

“Ours,” Regulus corrected him, “when I’m getting married it will be our wedding.”

Now James was the one blushing.

[aerequets]

trying to erase the trace of...

[ragingtwilight]

sheep jokes

[venomous-qwille]

Senhoras e senhores, uma grande salva de palmas para Sombra! ~

Sombra is a character from Ghost in the Machine AU; once a DCA animatronic from the plex in Rio he has long been savouring his freedom from Fazco, a freedom he will protect at any cost.

[nana-mizu-shiki]

NO THUMBS! YOU HAVE NO THUMBS!

[seance]

THE MUSKETEERS 10TH ANNIVERSARY REWATCH / fave episodes [3/?] ↳ SEASON 1, EPISODE 8 / the challenge

[mapis-putellas]

Natasha Romanoff/ Scarlett Johansson masterlist

Skin to skin

Such childish comforts

Emotional support bunny

Five times you find an excuse to carry Natasha and the one time she asks

Braids

The sick assassin

Accidents happen

Trust in me

Unconventional comfort

Tender moments

Bedtime

Clingy snuggles

The sleepy assassin

Cold as ice

Hot soup and massages

What we left behind Pt.2

Let me help you

Everything’s gonna be okay Pt.2

You don’t have to hide

I love everything about you

Let me take care of you

My poor sick baby

Touch starved

I’ll keep you warm

[cryptocism]

new digs... 2!!!

from chapter 18 of frequency

[vecnuthy]

Steddie first kiss scenario

Accident: mistaken identity due to Steve being absolutely hammered | wc 893 |

Two hours into a Harrington house party, Eddie was getting near the end of his inventory and his social battery. The cup of punch-colored alcohol he'd been nursing had kept him nice and fuzzy for a while, but with the end in sight, he dumped the rest down the kitchen sink, tossed the cup in the trash, then turned, opting to walk out the back yard rather than navigate through the packed house.

But his progress was stopped in an empty hall by the man of the house himself, Steve Harrington.

A very drunk Steve Harrington, at that, considering the extra droop of his pretty eyes, lazy smile, overly loose movements, and the way he crashed into Eddie, pinning him against a small table, slurring loudly, "Nance! There'y'are."

He looked and smelled absolutely sloshed as he swayed further into Eddie's space.

"Steve, wha-"

"Been loogin for y' everywhere."

Before Eddie could even do anything, Steve's hands were buried in his curls and pulling him in until their lips met and - wow, that was definitely Steve Harrington's rum-soaked tongue in his mouth, making his stomach swoop, the heat from Steve's flushed face igniting a fire that tore across Eddie's skin, burning faster with every movement of Steve's lips. Lips that were soft, unlike the fingers curling, pulling Eddie's roots enough to make Eddie's hips press into Steve's, make him want to moa-

"You taste different. Like smoke and.....and peaches, hv'you been smoking?!" He frowned and shook his head. "S'not good for you."

He paused in thought as Eddie's heart hammered in his chest, mouth and scalp tingling from Steve's onslaught. His brain refused to make sense of anything happening. Were he not half propped up by the table against the wall and Steve's hold, Eddie would probably be on the floor.

"Wanna smoke now, achlly," Steve said as he put enough space between them to pat at his pockets before realizing with a laugh, "Oh wai', you've got 'em!"

He started patting at the pockets of a very shell-shocked Eddie as he continued to ramble, "And peashes. Where'd you ge' peashes? Y'llergic to the fuzz. You 'idn't eat that, d'you?"

Steve patted a little too far over the front of his jeans, making Eddie, honestly on the verge of blacking out, yelp. Steve giggled out, "Ticklish," then added, "You're taller," before pouting, "Ugh, your pockets 'r so full. When d'you put jeans on?" Steve let out a frustrated whine before huffing, "God, I can't find'em, just - "

Steve paused then smiled like he remembered the secret of life, and muttered, "You've got the smoke."

And just like that, Eddie's face was smooshed between Steve's hands, breath barely ghosting over Eddie's lips before he breathed Eddie in, eyes closed, probably imagining nicotine flooding his system.

Eddie would make a run for it if he were able to move, but he couldn't will his body to do anything but buzz from shock yet sing for Steve's touch.

Steve opened his eyes, and he took a long, glazed-over look at Eddie's face, settling on his lips.

"You kind of look different. Your lips....they're bigger." His eyes closed slowly then grew comically large. "D'you eat the fuzz, Nance?!" Steve panicked, then looked Eddie in the eyes again, and took a shuddering breath. "Your eyes, though, they....th' look, look kinda brown like -" Steve's face softened "- like his."

"Steve?"

To Eddie's immense horror, a very confused Barbara Holland had appeared behind Steve.

"Barrrb! Hey, guess what? Nance's been smoking!" he giggled.

"What?" Barb's eyes flicked back and forth between a very panicked, frozen Eddie.

"She tastes like smoke! Nancy Wheeler, smoking!" He cackled gleefully, but made it known that he was proud of her by turning back to Eddie and slurring, "You're so cool, 's like it's Halloween. Dressed up like Munson? Y' look so cool, baby." And he swooped in and kissed Eddie one more time.

"Okay, Steve!" Barb shrieked and pulled him away. "Let's get you some water!" She shot Eddie a wide-eyed questioning look and steered a stumbling Steve toward the kitchen.

"He's so wasted, he thought I was Nancy!" Eddie rushed out quietly, which made Barb snort.

Eddie's face burned, numb to everything except where Steve had touched him. Which was kind of everywhere, actually, so he felt on fire. "And it happened before I could even- I didn't know what to d-"

"Eddie!" She cut off his rambling, then sighed. "Don't worry, you're fine. You're fine. Understand?" She was waiting for a response.

Eddie, head still swimming, nodded cautiously.

"Good," she said, letting some of her tension melt away, which Eddie tried to copy. "Doubt he'll remember any of it, anyway. I know I don't want to."

Eddie winced at that.

"No, it's not you, it's just-" she huffed then shook her head. "Don't worry about it. Drive safe, Eddie."

And just like that, she was gone.

Eddie followed suit with Steve's voice echoing in his head, an overlapping manic cacophony of

"Your lips....they're bigger."

"Your eyes, though, they....th' look, look kinda brown like...like his."

"Dressed up like Munson? Y' look so cool, baby."

Two kisses because Steve thought Eddie was his girl.

And her best friend had seen the second.

Actual fucking kisses because Steve thought he was his.

Thought Eddie was his.

Said he tasted like smoke and peaches.

Eddie drove home in a daze.

[pockettgcf]

Relationship: Hua Cheng/Xie Lian (Tian Guan Ci Fu)

Additional Tags: Fat Xie Lian, Weight Gain, Feeding Kink, Mild Smut, Body Worship, Married Hua Cheng/Xie Lian (Tian Guan Ci Fu)

Words: 2,056

Summary: Years into their marriage, Xie Lian allows Hua Cheng to show him worship in a new way. Hua Cheng appreciates the effects it has on his husband's physique.

i've started putting my obsession with fat gege into fic form. it's pretty tame, but mind the tags for anyone sensitive to weight-related things. i hope you all enjoy!

[donotwishonme]

june 2: night - 457 words - @jegulus-microfic

James couldn’t be happier. The three of them, him, Harry and Regulus, are sitting on the couch, watching WALL-E. He had been anxious to introduce Regulus and Harry to each other, but all seemed to go well. Harry insisted on sitting in the middle. He’s currently leaning his head against James’ arm, already half asleep.

As the end credits begin to roll James gently shakes him awake, “Say good night to Reg, Haz. It’s time for you to go to bed.”

“No!��� Harry protests.

"No? Why not you already stayed up past your bedtime, remember our deal? You were almost sleeping just now.”

“Reg has to.”

“Really? You want Reg to bring you to bed?” James asks his son who nods furiously. He looks over at Regulus, gauging how he feels about this. Harry’s already in his pajamas, as part of their deal to stay up late, he only needs to brush his teeth, be tucked in and read to him before he goes to sleep. 

“It’s fine.” He stands up and holds his hand out for Harry to take. “Let’s go, bud.”

Harry hugs him, wishes him goodnight and hops off the couch to take Regulus’ hand.

He stays quietly sitting on the couch listening to the sounds upstairs. He hears the tap run; that’s Harry brushing his teeth. He listens to their steps walking from the bathroom to Harry’s room. He hears the ruffling of Harry’s blankets as he gets cozy.

After ten minutes of listening he goes upstairs to check on them.

“One more story, then. A short one, okay?” He overheard Regulus talk softly. When he reached the door he could see Harry, barely awake, snuggling with his stuffed lion wrapped in his blanket and Regulus sitting on the floor in front of him with three books for Harry to choose from.

A smile spreads over his face at the sight in front of him. He knew Reg must be great with kids, he has a cousin and a Goddaughter around Harry’s age that he sees frequently, but to see him interact so kindly with his own kid opens a new level of fondness in his heart for him.

It takes two pages before Harry is asleep. Regulus silently puts the books back on the nightstand and stands up. He silently pads across the room towards James, meeting him in a hug.

“What are you looking at, hm?” he whispers when he reaches James. He takes one more look at Harry’s sleeping form before he closes the door.

“Just my two favourite people in the world.” 

“You’re silly,” Regulus accuses him, “Harry thinks so too.” James hums, slowly nodding his head.

“Oh, Harry thinks so too,” he says seriously, “must be true, then.” 

[kiwi-and-pasta-at-3am]

It's actually a fucking crime that there aren't way more fics about Speirs being drunk

Like have you seen him

HAVE YOU SEEN HIM

Little doe like creature

And the way he's just joking around with Nixon and Welsh

The way he smiles and goes "lieutenant Lipton!!" with that voice

Like "omg!! My friend!! Hi!!!"

I need to squash him with my shoe

[uukipi]

this ship is so funny to me get it rhysta stans

[kokiri-clori]

LU Writer Appreciation Project 2023

hosted by @seekingseven (love yoouu!!)

My second gift for @lyrabythelake based on their fanfic  Lifting The Fog

Ahhh I am such a huge fan for whump fics and this one definitely kept me reading all the way to the end. I love the sense of urgency in this with the dangerous terrain that was not doing them any favors. 

[imaslutforwritingshit]

This man could break me in half, tear my insides into 599 pieces, eat me out until there’s nothing left to eat, destroy me with his megadick, breed me with his fingers somehow, choke me until I accidentally do whiteface, hold a gun to my head and tell me to kiss his feet, and I would not hesitate.

@shuploc ‘s art (unbelievably beautiful 😭)