#usually I swing which makes it even better 🥰

[jupiter-balls]

Listening to music outside in the pitch black night when it's cold out has to be one of the most life affirming experiences.

[just-jordie-things]

hello hello!!!!! hope ur having a good day <33

I wanted tk know if i could ask some hcs about jjk charcters (preferably inumaki and yuuta but any you want/feel like will do too!!) with a dancer s/o?? or someone who just really likes dancing and dances often. Perhaps asks them to dance with them??

Feel free to ignore it if it's not to your taste!! tyvm 🥰🥰

this is so cute but also i'm not a dancer so bear with me for some of this ok? :) dance related brainrots comin right up!!!

gojo satoru hates slow dancing. he's got nothing against bopping around to a song that's been stuck in the head, or when the rest of the club is feeling it... but ballroom dancing? slow dancing? no way. for one, it's so cheesy he could die of embarrassment. for two- he doesn't have the time to slow down that much. but for some reason, when you're playing that pretty slow song you like while doing the dishes, you catch him passing by and holding out your hand, his feet are carrying him over to you without question. but you're smiling as you wrap your other hand around his neck and pull him close. his hand finds purchase on your hip just as naturally as he'd walked over to you, and before he knows it, you're slowly rocking around in a lazy circles in your kitchen. it's all against his will, of course. it's some spell you've put on him that brings him to pull you closer and spin you like you're his princess- which you are- and cradle your head lovingly against his chest. ___

okkotsu yuuta has never tried his hand at dancing before. but then he finds you one day in one of the training rooms and you're not wearing your usual workout attire, no, today you'd decided on a slimming black leotard and pale pink tights and as his eyes travel and see a pair of ballet flats on your feet he can't help but laugh a bit. you? ruthless, nunchuck weilding, you, do ballet? you scoff at his laughter, and tell him that it actually helps to keep you limber, and balanced- all in all a better sorcerer. after some back and forth on other methods to keep you flexible, you decide to put him to the test. as it turns out, yuuta can't back down from a dare, and just like that you're guiding him through the different positions. it doesn't take long for him to realize that ballet while elegant is not easy. you work him hard for the next few hours, but at least he gets to dance with you up close and personal while you teach him ballet. and hey, maybe he'll stick with the method. ___

inumaki toge loved watching you dance. you danced all the time, and everywhere. you're doing chores? you've got headphones on and you're bopping all over the place. cooking? you're shaking our hips and mixing up a delicious smelling pot with an extra flair to your stirring. he's watched you dance around while pushing a cart at the supermarket. he assumes there must always be a beat stuck in that pretty head of yours, something to make you want to boogie. it's cute! but it's even cuter when you make him dance with you. sometimes you ask him, giving him your best puppy dog eyes and beckoning him over with your swinging hips. but even better is when you just grab him and make him join you. by his hand, by his belt loop, by the back of his neck, sometimes you just don't have the patience to wait for an answer, you need a dance partner now! no biggie, toge's never turned down a chance to swing you around in his arm or twirl and dip you dramatically... even if you are dancing to oldies in the laundromat. ___

kamo choso had never really danced before... at all. so when you find yourselves at a small event with other sorcerers, and people start to fill the open space to dance to the soft live music, you seize an oppurtunity. you can tell he's uncertain and a bit lost when he's watching people couple up to dance together, so you take his drink out of his hand, placing it aside with yours, before you take his hand again. "choso, do you want to dance?" it's so sweet he wouldn't dare refuse your offer- not when the idea of holding you close and having you hold him too makes his heart stutter in his chest. you're already starting to pull him with you to the outskirts of the makeshift dance floor when he mumbles "i don't- i've never really done this before" and you have to bite your cheek to stifle your laughter at the innocent statement. you don't have to say the words i'll show you how, he gets the gist when you place his hands at your hips. you're not doing much, just swaying side to side, moving in slow circles, and you both stay pretty far from the other dancers... but he loves it. he loves everything about it, from holding you, and getting to see how much you light up from the simple action. he hopes this event goes late into the evening, so he has every excuse to keep doing this with you.

[base0h]

can I have a shy yet a very good drawer GN!Reader who still hasn’t confessed their feelings X Law, Sanji, and Zoro?

Much platonic love And a happi day/night to you! ✨😀

a/n - awww this is so cute anon 💜💜 much love to you as well :)

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, none

- Zoro is on the shyer side as well, so you both can enjoy some pretty comfortable silences (he’s sleeping)

- he won’t ever admit it.. but he really likes it when you just sit by him while he trains just to keep him some company

- he wouldn’t enjoy anyone else but you, you’re like a little anchor for him to remind him that someone’s always there for him

- you’re an artist, he knows that VERY well. He’s peeked at a couple of your sketches of chopper and Robin, let’s just say he’s very impatiently waiting for his

- pls you ended up sketching Sanji first and he saw that and almost crumpled it up

- didn’t want to ruin or waste your beautiful talent tho

- one day, when he was training, you saw him lifting his weights per usual, swinging his katana, as well as squat jumping and all that

- he looked- unusually perfect today (not that he didn’t before) but- his expression, as well as his figure was almost picturesque

- you started sketching almost immediately, not even knowing your hand could move that fast. You were scribbling so intensely that the lead broke several times, much to your disdain

- “Y/n can you hand me the towel.”

- ….

- “Hello?????”

- he ended up walking over there while you were entranced in your drawing, finally finishing a rough sketch of the quite beautiful “model” zoro

- he saw it and had trouble keeping his jaw from dropping

- he walked back in front of you, surprising you when he threw an eraser at your forehead to snap you out of it

- “Look, this pose is better right?”

- you closed your sketchbook almost immediately.

- oh shit, he saw it

- “make sure my biceps look big please.”

- “I’M NOT A FREELANCER.”

- Law is a man of very few words, and when he speaks they’re almost always very negative or pessimistic

- but he can never seem to say anything negative about you or else I’d beat his ass

- he knows you’re an artist, and that you mainly just like to draw in your alone time, it’s a nice private activity

- mans a stalker

- will literally find the perfect window to your room just to take a peek at your drawings

- why are they all of Bepo and not him

- EVEN SHACHI GOT A DRAWING? TF?

- stormed off like a little baby 💀

- as you can see, he doesn’t get jealous easily

- he hasn’t confessed to you, but it was extremely obvious to the entire crew…

- you two always had tea together in the morning, sat together in down time, went over plans, and even talked normally together (which he literally never does)

- but- you’re lowkey oblivious asf so you don’t pick up the cues 🥰

- you two were drinking tea together, bright and early as he read the newspaper, and you took out your sketchbook

- the rays of sun coming through the tinted windows of the polar tang lit up his tan, cool toned skin perfectly

- he didn’t have his hat on to cover any of his scraggly features. The bags under his eyes, his intense gray eyes, sharp jawline, goatee, everything about him was accentuated in the light

- you started to draw this very bigass crush of yours in the most detailed way possible

- the silence was almost too peaceful for Law, part of him wanted to initiate a normal conversation, maybe- “how are you today?” But the poor guy was too nervous to talk around you

- he peeked over your shoulder to see you furiously adding details to his drawing

- damn he looked good- did he look like that????

- man thought he was so ugly 💀

- hey maybe let’s give y/n a compliment right? That’s the normal thing to do!

- he had a tint of pink on his cheeks, and couldn’t think of anything to say other than, “Why are my eye bags so big.”

- law 💀

- GOD FUCKING DAMMIT I DIDN’T MEAN TO SAY THAT - law having and existential crisis

- Corazon be disappointed up in heaven 💀

- “because you have ginormous eyebags???”

- …

- watch him wear concealer now 😭😭😭

a/n - I loved this an ungodly amount lmao

[slytherinboysappreciation]

Moonlight - T. R. x werewolf fem!reader

A/N: this is the fourth part of this series. It’s mostly unedited so please be nice 💛 This is one of my favorite scenes so far and was the inspiration for this series. No use of Y/N. Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated 🥰

Series Masterlist

CW: Period mentions, mood swings, bit of angsting over love, Tom being possessive and a bit of an asshole, a somewhat suggestive moment

1.1k words

Your mood doesn’t improve the rest of the week. Your period and changing hormones make you more sensitive than usual, and seeing Tom every day sends you through a whirlwind of up and down emotions. Being with him is better than normal. Afterwards you feel horrible.

Maybe it’s just because he knows you’re on your period, but Tom is less agitating than usual. He still hovers, but it’s different now. Instead of going on about the need for safety, Tom offers you snacks after classes. He’s quieter; wears less cologne; even offers you chocolate and painkillers one particularly frustrating day.

It’s… nice.

And it kills you that he’s only doing it out of obligation.

Maybe you’re shallow for it, but his attention makes you feel good. Listened to. Maybe even a little wanted.

It’s almost addicting, the thrill in your chest when he calls you ‘love’. It’s the closest you get to convincing yourself that maybe he does care.

You pour it all out to Luna one day, practically venting about how worried you are that you might like Tom a bit. She just smiles at you.

“How can you be sure he doesn’t feel the same?”

You scoff. Laugh a bit. Roll your eyes. “Of course he doesn’t. He’s Tom Riddle. Besides, he’s told me an innumerable amount of times that he’s only around me because he’s concerned I’m a danger. You know this, Luna, come on.”

She tilts her head. “But he hasn’t said it in a while, has he? And he’s different around you now, isn’t he?”

You fall silent. She has a point, though you don’t like it. Tom has been acting different lately.

“It’s just coz he thought I was hurt,” you mutter, unable to come up with a better defense.

“He wouldn’t have acted so worried if he didn’t at least somewhat care for you,” Luna points out.

You cross your arms and stay silent. She shrugs.

“Okay, fine,” you mumble, “Maybe he’s not as annoying as he once was, and maybe he’s acting like he cares a little. It doesn’t mean he likes me. Maybe he just wants to be my friend?”

It sounds ludicrous, even as you say it.

Luna pats your shoulder. “Maybe he does. You’ll never know unless you ask.”

“Absolutely not.” Your voice is firm, holding no doubt whatsoever. Even talking to Luna about it is a big step. Asking Tom directly? Hell no.

You change the subject and talk about classes with her instead. She doesn’t push the subject anymore, which you’re grateful for.

You don’t know if you can even handle the idea of liking Tom, let alone him not hating you.

You and Tom are study partners and… acquaintances. Nothing more.

You ignore the part of your mind that thrills at the thought of something more.

A few days later, Tom changes your study spot for the day. Instead of spending your time in the library, he sets up a blanket outside. He even includes a nice basket of snacks.

The sunshine and nice air are a good change of pace. You study for a couple hours before putting your stuff away.

“You done?” Tom asks, looking a bit amused

You laugh a bit and stretch out on the blanket. The sunshine feels amazing on your back. It makes you sleepy and content. “Yeah.”

Tom falls quiet next to you. You can feel his gaze on you, but it feels softer than usual. You’re too comfortable to care.

You lazily doze for a while. The warm day and the sweet breeze feel heavenly.

You’re vaguely aware of footsteps signaling someone approaching. Tom stiffens next to you. You look up.

“Hi.” It’s a Hufflepuff boy. You’ve seen him around occasionally. He’s clearly nervous, but you can smell his excitement as well.

“Oh, hi.” You yawn and smile lazily up at the boy. His cheeks redden. Tom reeks of jealousy next to you. You ignore that fact.

“Um, I was wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me?” The boy asks hopefully. You open your mouth to reply, but Tom cuts you off. “Absolutely not.”

He’s giving the boy a death glare, like he’s actively plotting his murder. You raise an eyebrow. Tom’s jaw clenches.

“Riddle—“

“It’s Tom.” He says coldly to you, still burning a hole through the Hufflepuff boy. “And I said no.”

The boy backs away. “O-Okay!” He smells genuinely terrified. You watch him go, frowning.

You wait until he’s gone before turning on Tom. “What the hell, Riddle?!”

Tom hasn’t lost his angry look. He scowls at you. “Lie back down,” He says angrily. “Never talk to him again, and go back to sleep.”

You blink. You open your mouth to argue. Your body prickles with heat at his intense gaze. You close it again and lie back down.

You stare at the grass, trying to think. You’re trying really hard to ignore how hot his dominance made you. You try to rationalize it; to claim it’s from the wolf side of you.

You already know that’s not true. An attractive, riled-up boy ordering you around? That’s 100% your human side.

Not that it matters either way.

That thought ruins your good mood. It had been nice to forget for a moment that Tom only cared about you because of your lycanthropy.

You frown morosely at the grass, twirling a piece around your finger.

Now he’s keeping you from dating people. What’ll be next? Portioning your food? Preventing you from having friends?

You sigh and roll onto your back. You tilt your head to feel the warm sunshine, trying hard to push the thoughts from your head.

“Love?”

You look over at Tom. “What?”

He looks surprisingly unhappy. It confuses you. He smells worried, anxious, still very jealous.

“We’re going to Hogsmeade tomorrow,” he says.

You blink at him.

“Will… you go with me to Hogsmeade tomorrow…?” He repeats.

You shrug and nod. “Okay.”

You furiously stomp down the thought that it’s a date. He’s just being nice; he doesn’t really care about you.

It doesn’t keep your heart from melting at the relieved grin that spreads across his face. “Good.”

“Good,” you repeat softly. You hide the small smile that curls at your lips.

He settles back down, relaxing next to you again. You close your eyes and resist the urge to scoot closer to him.

Maybe… just for tomorrow… you can pretend it’s a date. Maybe you can pretend he likes you… just for a day…

Nothing bad will come of that. Definitely not.

[perplexingluciddreams]

today have green LED lights and red light projector!

Mum got new slippers so i get her old ones for with AFO braces. Dad gets his ones back!

i had a break from AFOs yesterday (usually wear on non-bath days which is every other day. today is bath day). the right one has a LOT of pressure at the outside heel and it really really hurts. even when not stand/walk.

also braces make everything harder work - harder work to sit in bed, harder work for body in swing, harder work for walking to and from bathroom. takes all more energy. and i was starting to crash from it. so yesterday was a chill rest day. and today will rest too.

Dad is back from work trip. and food shop came so i have normal diluting juice again 😊👍🏻. and oreos. but whizzer broke and bananas are too green so no nana milk today...

we will probably most likely move house very soon! (2 weeks!!). it is scary and anxious... but also some exciting. it will be very hard. lots of change. and loooong car ride.

i am indulging in special interests a lot at the moment! Pentatonix and Celtic Woman and Lisa Lambe and BBC Merlin and Arthuriana. all makes me feel happy and safe and calm. 🥰

also reading a lot (which is long long term special interest for as long as i can remember). on kindle and on phone (fanfiction, ao3).

mum says she notice my sleep is really good and really steady for a while now. and that i go to bed earlier and wake up earlier. better patterns (apparently). i don't really notice this stuff so much.

but i do know i am doing more what i always did as a kid - lie down in bed and read lots and rock on my side as bed stim (have done this stim as long as i can remember). and do that for sometimes a long time before actual sleep. but it makes me calm and feel safer and more regulated. and i love when i get my old same patterns back.

mum says i seem calmer and more level overall. i think i feel safe more often now. i still have loud brain times, and anxious scared body reaction moments. and bad days where it is like that all day. and times when i am moody and grumpy and dysregulated. and moments of aggression and lashing out. but, also less constant fear (i think). i am not constant non-stop scared the way i was as a child.

[thegettingbyp2]

i know christmas is long gone but 🤭🤭🤭 imagine bau! reader with aaron towering over you (i love that he’s so tall 🤤🤤) and holding up a mistletoe above your heads cause he’s been thinking about making a move for MONTHS and what better way than that??? at first you kiss him on the cheek but then he pulls you in to steal one on the lips?

Thank you 🥰

Underneath the Mistletoe

The BAU Christmas party was in full swing; well as fully as you could get when it was a room full of exhausted Agents who had just got home from a case and was surprised by none other than Penelope Garcia with a decorated office and a speaker that was playing Christmas songs. Even though, all you wanted to do was crawl into your bed and sleep, you had all seen how excited Penelope was about the party so you figured you should probably stay for a couple of hours.

You were sitting in your desk chair with a glass of eggnog in your hand while Spencer, you’re best friend on the team, sat on the edge of your desk. ‘What plans have you got for Christmas, Spence?’ you asked, taking a sip of your drink, your heart melting a little when you saw Spencer’s face brighten at having been asked.

‘Actually, I’m flying back home to Las Vegas to spend some time with my mom. In fact, we’re going to go and see The Bellagio Fountains which, over the Christmas period, put on a Christmas show. My mom used to take me as a kid and we haven’t been for a while so I think she’ll enjoy going back.’

‘That sounds lovely, Spence,’ you said, grinning at your best friend.

‘What about you? Are you spending Christmas with Hotch this year?’ You choked on your own breath at the question.

‘What? Why would I be spending Christmas with Hotch?’

‘Oh, no reason, I just thought that the two of you were dating, what with you always pairing off on the cases and you always seem to be pretty close when we’re here or on the plane.’ Spencer’s voice trailed off in your head as you turned your head to look in Hotch’s direction.

It would be a lie if you said that you didn’t have a bit of a crush on your Unit Chief; and “a bit” would be a huge understatement. Your crush had begun pretty much the day you met him when you interviewed for a position on the team and it’s just grown and grown ever since. There were some times when you would catch Hotch looking in your direction and you would briefly let yourself entertain the fact that he liked you as well, but you were always quick to brush the feelings off so you could carry on with your job.

This time when you had looked towards Hotch, your breath hitched in your throat as you realised that he was staring right back at you. Usually, whenever you’d catch each others eyes, he would quickly avert his gaze but this time, his eyes seemed to darken when they caught onto yours and a feeling ran up your spine that told you that he’d been looking at you for quite some time.

Excusing himself from Rossi, who had just said something in his ear, he started to make his way over to you, his gaze not leaving yours the whole time. He stopped when he was standing directly in front of you, his frame towering over you and your senses were filled with the scent of his cologne that was still clinging to him despite the several hours you’d just spent on the jet.

‘Can I speak to you for a moment?’ he asked quietly and you automatically looked towards Spencer, not wanting to walk away from him in the middle of your conversation but at the same time you really wanted to see what Hotch wanted to talk to you about. Spencer responded by gently nudging you forward, throwing a wink your way as if he knew what was just about to happen.

‘Sure,’ you replied brightly and Hotch gestured for you to lead the way. You made you way to the briefing room where you knew the two of you would be able to have a private conversation. ‘Is everything okay?’ you asked as soon as the door closed behind you both.

‘Everything’s fine. I just feel like you’ve been avoiding one of the biggest traditions of the Christmas season,’ he said, smirking slightly as he took a step towards you, towering over you once again.

‘And what would that be?’

Without speaking, Hotch held a sprig of mistletoe above both of your heads, grinning down at you.

‘What’s this for?’ you asked, looking up at the plant as a laugh bubbled from your throat.

‘I just don’t think it’s fair that you miss out on this particular tradition,’ he said, his cheeky smile making your heart skip a beat. You reached up on your toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek before hearing the small click of his tongue. ‘Now that’s not what you’ll call a kiss under the mistletoe is it Agent (Y/L/N)?’

‘Of course not, Agent Hotchner,’ you replied before lifting yourself up again, this time gently pressing your lips against his. The second your lips were touching, his arm came to wrap around your waist as he deepened the kiss while keeping you pressed up against him. You instantly let yourself relax into the kiss, trying to make the most of it while you could. As your lips parted, Aaron leaned down to quickly peck your lips one more time before pressing his forehead to yours, loving how your hands automatically came to rest on his chest as you grinned up at him.

‘Thank you, Agent Hotchner, for making sure I take part in this particular tradition.’ You said cheekily causing Aaron to hum happily and kiss your forehead.

‘Well, I can’t have my Agent skipping out on something so important can I?’

‘How long have you been waiting to do that?’ you asked, laughter leaving your throat again as you nosed along his jawline.

‘Months, sweetheart.’

[fullsunstrawberry]

omg i’m so sorry! hopefully your cousin will be all okay :) i know cancer is super scary and it will be really tough at times but just know that i and all your other follows all love and support you!

i also understand the relationship with your mother- as you grow older (not me acting like i’m 1000 years older than you) you and your mom will definitely become super close :) my mom and i basically had the same “problem” but now she’s basically my other half (i love my mom 😍)

also do NOT stress about school since you’re literally graduating it doesn’t matter at all like high school can suck my dick fr

also YESS older brothers are so fun 😭 what would i do without mine fr like i’d probably be homeless or something tbh

have an amazing day, please don’t stress out too much, remeber to take care of not only others, but yourself as well, drink lots of water and make sure to eat, and i love you sm 💓💓

thank you so much!!! i’m crying 😭❤️❤️❤️

his surgery was today and i’m getting ready to go visit! it went well and he said it didn’t even hurt that much 🙏

my mom and i are usually buddy buddy but we have mood swings 💀 like rn we spent the whole day together. She struggles with her mental heath a lot and i’m kinda the one who has to be the “mother” when it happens because my brother doesn’t know how to

and i didn’t go to school today 🤪 which is good because i actually got to do a lot of things and i have to make my brothers graduation cap (he wants something from one piece)

i’m gonna give myself a little me time, to pick up my room, dye my hair and stuff

love you so much 🥰🫶🫶🫶 i’m gonna start posting again this weekend!! now that everything has settled and my mental health is better 🤩

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Aww congratulations for 200 followers!! And I love your new initiative! Can you do C1, please?? Sleepy Nest, I mean, could I choose something more fluffy haha

Awww, thank you so much for the prompt, Anon! 🥰 Sleepy Nest is a fantastic choice! I hope you find this little drabble as fluffy as the prompt! 🥰

Sleepy Nest

"What?" asked Sam curiously, catching Bucky watching him, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing," said Bucky, turning his gaze away quickly and back to the episode of Leverage they were watching.

Bucky had recently inherited his childhood home. Not the one in Brooklyn, no. That had been an apartment his mom rented. No, this was his father's home, the one he, Becca, and their mama left when they went to Brooklyn to stay with family, when Pa refused to give up the farm while the Depression was in full swing.

And Bucky wasn't sure how he felt inheriting the place, but Sam had said they should at least visit the home Bucky hadn't called home since he was a child and see it before they made a decision.

Which brought them to now; Sam scuffling around in every single blanket and layer of clothing in the house because the heater was terrible and Sam was constantly feeling cold, making him look like he was carrying his very own portable nest, plopping it down wherever he felt like resting, all bundled up in every layer he could find.

And it was adorable.

Incredibly adorable.

Too adorable for words. Just a walking, talking nest of blankets huddled in corners, the comfortable environment he had made for himself making him sleepier than usual, Bucky finding Sam taking little naps all over the house.

"What are you even doing over there? Come over here. Sit with me," whined said Sam, allowing for a little opening in his blanket nest.

And how could Bucky refuse that?

Bucky quickly moved from the rocking chair in the corner to the couch, and while it was a bit of a snug fit for two grown men of their sizes, Bucky found himself nestling in Sam's arms, on his chest, settling in between Sam's legs, wrapping his own arms around Sam and sighing as Sam integrated Bucky into his little sleepy blanket nest.

"There," said Sam into Bucky's hair, sounding like another little nap was going to start again soon, "That's better."

"Yeah," said Bucky, feeling a nap coming on for himself, happy Sam convinced him to take this weekend trip, closing his eyes as he relaxed on Sam's chest, "It is."

[therealvikingstrash]

Can you pretty please work your magic on this one for Ubbe/Hvitty? feeling for each other in the dark 🥰

The magic of hurt you mean 🤣 but to answer your question, yes, I can 😘 it should be noted that @adrille88 asked for the same prompt within a couple hours, which cracked me up a ton xD I love our hivemind sometimes, latching onto something and declaring it an Ubbe/Hvitserk thing 😂

for everyone against incest: you better not read, this dove is very dead.

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When Hvitserk grew up, he was used to being surrounded by his brothers. He was used to Ivar begging to be taken with them and Sigurd tagging along without even asking. There was not much he could do about it, as it would make him a hypocrite seeing as he followed Ubbe wherever his big brother went. 

And yet, it was still different as he shared a bed with Ubbe every night, how his brother looked back in an encouraging way, as if to tell him to hurry up and come with. Hvitserk didn't think he felt the same way about Ivar and Sigurd, as Ubbe did about him. There was this unspoken bond between them that should frighten Hvitserk with its intensity, but he didn't shy away- embraced the confusing feeling of excitement whenever Ubbe was close enough to touch. The prickling need to.

Some nights they fell asleep on opposite sides of the bed before Hvitserk found himself reaching out to take hold of his brother's tunic or let his fingertips brush over the warm skin of Ubbe's forearm. If he concentrated enough, Hvitserk was able to feel the prickling that reminded him of the loaded air before Thor would swing his hammer on a rainy day, could feel his brother long before he would make contact. 

The older they got, the less room they would have between them in their bed, but there were days Hvitserk would say or do something that aggravated Ubbe and he refused to apologize before they went to bed. Those following nights were worse than someone sitting on his chest with their full weight, stealing Hvitserk's breath at how careful Ubbe was to not touch his younger brother at any point. Only when the last of their candles had burned down and the night had gotten so dark he could not see what was before his eyes, he would reach out to touch Ubbe's back tentatively. 

It was always Hvitserk at night, Ubbe had no qualms pulling him in or squeezing his neck during the day. Even boldly brushed his lips against Hvitserk's cheek in front of everyone. This made him wonder at times, if people could see the nature of their relationship. He was sure Ivar had an inkling in the way he sometimes eyed them when he thought Hvitserk wouldn't see. Judging them.

At night though, when he overcame his stubbornness and the need to be close to Ubbe was unbearable, Hvitserk bit his lower lip in anticipation, listening to the soft puffs his brother breathed into his pillow before his palm met the place between Ubbe's shoulder blades. His back was bare of clothing, the summer heat making it unbearable to dress in much of anything. He didn't make any sound to acknowledge Hvitserk and so he moved closer to Ubbe, leaning his forehead against his brother's neck after brushing the long hair out of the way and whispering his apology against the heated skin as his hand found Ubbe's waist, squeezing lightly to wake him in case he hadn't heard.

A low rumble let him know though, followed by Ubbe taking hold of his hand and pulling it over to cause Hvitserk to lie flush against his older brother's back. He didn't stop though, didn't put Hvitserk's hand somewhere near his heart like usual and instead kissed his knuckles reassuringly. "You're a fool," Ubbe slurred, entwining their fingers to caress Hvitserk's palm with his thumb softly which prompted him to press himself even closer, stealthily kissing the skin of Ubbe's neck for as long as he could get away with it. 

So far, Ubbe had never told him off, but Hvitserk feared the day he would, feared how Ubbe would push him away to get rid of him and wouldn't allow him to come close anymore. "I know," Hvitserk replied, not wanting the gloomy thoughts of their possible separation to take over his mind. "Forgive me?" He asked, uncertain of how Ubbe would respond.

His brother turned, causing Hvitserk to move out of the way and lean up on his elbow. Even though he could not see his brother, he still looked down in hopes to find Ubbe's eyes to gauge his reaction. It was no use, but his brother must've intended the same thing, as his hand made careful contact with Hvitserk's face. Ubbe's fingertips danced over the roundness of his cheek and down to his chin to take a hold of it. 

And then there was his brother's hot breath ghosting over Hvitserk's bitten raw and sensitive lips. When Ubbe's nose brushed against his, he was certain his heart stopped momentarily before his lips were captured, not longer than the blink of an eye though, "Always." His older brother promised, laying his own feelings bare, how unable he was to stay angry at Hvitserk no matter how idiotic he had acted.

He fell asleep with his hand over Ubbe's heart, feeling it thump a steady drum in his chest that Hvitserk's own heart tried to mirror once it had stopped stumbling. 

Years passed and Hvitserk still reached out into the dark beside him, always when it's darkest and he longed the most for Ubbe. The cold sheets were the only thing he met in his search for the familiar warmth. His sleep-addled mind not catching up fast enough that he was a resident in Alfred's home now, far away from Kattegat and even further from Ubbe. He didn't think the vast space between them would close even if they embraced each other. 

Hvitserk rolled onto his stomach and pressed his face into the pillow, hoping his screams would be muffled, hoping he would suffocate when the full weight of his doing hit him at once and he could not deal with the pain in his heart. Always.

Perhaps Ubbe had forgiven him, but he didn't want him close anymore. Missing his brother felt worse than getting clean had, the pain in his body had stopped some day, but the one in his heart would be there until it gave out. He did wonder though, if on some nights Ubbe expected to feel Hvitserk's fingertips to brush against his back in a question and if he was as disappointed when it didn't happen as Hvitserk was when he reached into the empty space next to him at night. He wished Ubbe was missing him as much as he was hoping his older brother didn't have to live with such hurt in equal parts.

It was one of those nights he wanted Ubbe to ache for him as much as Hvitserk did and he couldn't find it within himself to be ashamed of that. Wiping over his eyes he turned back to his original sleeping spot and stared out of his window into the dark and cloudy sky. Missing the days he was annoyed by his many brothers, the easy times and soft smiles their mother would regard them with. He hated England for its many pitchblack nights the longer he stayed. Because of those, it was impossible to forget the need to reach out to his beloved brother.

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[Yuriko felt a little wobbly and she couldn't help but giggle while she was alone in the kitchen. She should have made dinner but somehow it didn't feel that important now, so she just listened to music and hummed while staring out.

Usually Yuriko was a bit agitated when Ruki was visiting Karlheinz and she was alone with his brothers at home. But tonight she felt different. She hadn't even seen Yuma and Azusa, but Kou had dropped by in the kitchen.]

Hahaha... It's funny, how the evening... turned out like this... fufu.

[Yuriko recalled what had happened. Yes, Kou dropped by and offered her something. He had said it would help her relax... and maybe he had been right.

Yuriko giggled again. She felt so funny and there was no way she could make dinner now. She just wanted this floating feeling to continue forever...

Suddenly she heard footsteps. She turned around and swinged still chuckling; luckily she didn't fall over. Ruki entered the kitchen and looked directly at her.]

Rukiiii! You're back!! I feel like I've waited you forever! I'm so glad that you're at home now!

[Yuriko ran to Ruki even though her steps were a bit wobbly. She collided with him and laughed when she almost fell over.]

I missed you so, so, so much! Why did it take so long for you get back?

[Yuriko rose on her toes swaying, pushed her fingers to Ruki's hair and kissed him quickly.]

Fufufu... I forgot to make the dinner... but maybe you can have me...?

15 notes • Posted 2021-11-12 07:41:57 GMT

#4

Ship: Subaron

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(( Subaron is totally an OTP for me!! When I thought Yuriko's story for first time my intension was write Yui as Subaru's girlfriend but then I entered to this DL RP community and saw all that sweet Subaron content and I changed my mind.

Sharon and Subaru have very good chemistry and I really enjoy seeing them together. Sharon can really penetrate through that hard shell of his and make him feel loved.

I also love how they both have their issues with self esteem. They need to work those out eventually and I think they can help each other out with that. They both deserve love. And I believe that love they can give to one another which is really beautiful and makes my heart flutter for them. Their love story just is very captivating for me. 🥰🥰🥰

Also... I do hope that we can arrange time for Subaron & YuRuki double date, because I cannot wait to see Subaron sweetness... and maybe little sulking from both boys because they got dragged there 😅 ))

15 notes • Posted 2021-11-14 16:12:26 GMT

#3

Yuriko, were you able to meet with Yuuto in your dreams and ask him about his whereabouts? I’m concerned whether he would point us in the right direction or not, but it seems he is our only viable option.

[Yuriko yawned and turned to look at Ruki. His timing was frighteningly perfect.]

Um… yes, I was.

[She shivered as she remembered her nightly meeting with her brother.]

~ Flashback ~

[Yuriko sat down to the floor of the forest and curved her tail around her paws. The night was cold as if winter had already arrived.]

Yuuto: It’s been a long time. Have you been avoiding me, little sister?

Yuriko: You haven’t been very nice to me…

Yuuto: And whose fault it that? You are still living with that bloodsucker, aren’t you?

[Yuriko sighed but nodded quickly.]

Yuriko: It’s better than live with… Keisuke.

[Yuuto snorted.]

Yuuto: I’m willing to admit that he is nothing but a useless human. He still hasn’t located that gate, and I’m still unable to speak with him.

Yuriko: About that! You need to tell me where that gate is and how can I open it!

Yuuto: Huh? Now you are interested in talking about that? What’s gotten into you?

Yuriko: I need you help. I can’t control my powers and –

Yuuto: Hah? Are you afraid of losing that disgusting –

Yuriko: Ruki isn’t disgusting! I love him and nothing can change that!

Yuuto: You might love him, but no human nor vampire will ever really love you. Father is a proof of that, and those bloodsuckers… they are unable to fall in love in the first place.

Yuriko: I don’t want to hear! Just tell me about that gate!

Yuuto: Is it just me or are you a bit full of yourself nowadays? [He was quiet for a moment.] I was only four when they took me, so I don’t remember it very well. They took me to the forest, and I think there was a Shinto shrine nearby, one with Inari statues.

Yuriko: Okay! I’ll find that place and come for you. How do I open the gate?

Yuuto: All I know is that you need your blood to do that.

Yuriko: You have the same blood. Why can’t you open it?

[Yuuto turned his yellow gaze to the starless sky and frowned. There was something dark in his eyes.]

Yuuto: …my power is too weak… It’s father’s blood, it’s too strong in me, but you are probably different. Mother told me that your power awakened when you were only one year old; I was three, almost four, before that happened. So… I guess there isn’t as much kitsune in me as in you. Believe me, I’ve tried to get through that gate.

Yuriko: I… don’t know… what to say. I’m really sorry, Yuuto.

[Yuuto turned his gaze back to Yuriko.]

Yuuto: I don’t need your pity. Just open the gate.

Yuriko: I… I’ll do that!

Yuuto: Though I do wonder… how come you don’t control your power if you got it so early on? And how have you been able to hide it from that love of your life…?

[Yuuto said the last words so spitefully that Yuriko shivered. He was the only blood relative she could reach for… and she wanted him and Ruki to get along, not be on each other’s throats as Ruki and Keisuke had been. But would Yuuto ever accept Ruki?]

~ End of Flashback ~

[Yuriko sighed. Her gaze wandered through the bedroom as she told what she now knew about the gate and her awakened powers. She left out all the things Yuuto had said about Ruki. Those words pained her heart and she never wanted Ruki to hear them.]

I think… that we need to find that Shinto shrine and then… use my blood somehow.

18 notes • Posted 2021-11-14 20:35:18 GMT

#2

["Oh, there's Yuriko" ]

[Elizabeth peeks into Yuriko's classroom with two small boxes in her hands. She wanted to ask her to have lunch together on the roof of the school. Elizabeth had specially pre-ordered two school lunches for the day. She often ordered cooked meals from a woman she knew who worked in a pastry shop. Elizabeth was a little embarrassed to admit that she could only cook meat dishes.]

- Um... Yuriko?

[Elizabeth waved hello to the girl. When Yuriko came out to her, Elizabeth got a little nervous again. Nothing wrong with that though, she just wanted to get close to Yuriko.]

- Come on... have lunch together...?

[Elizabeth holds out a lunch box to Yuriko. She wasn't very good at Japanese terms, but I think it was called bento.]

- I'd like to get to know you better... And I also wanted to give you a treat. These lunches are made by themselves, so it's all very tasty. S-so... can we do it?

[Yuriko is really surprised when she sees Elizabeth. She smiles and walks to her wondering what is going on. It's even more surprising that Elizabeth wants to eat lunch together. Surprising but the mere though is really heartwarming too.]

Oh... Of course we can, Elizabeth!

[Yuriko accepts the lunch box Elizabeth is offering. She just can't believe this is happening. It has been so long when she had eat lunch with a friend.]

Did you know that you are very kind person, Elizabeth? I'm glad to have lunch with you. Let's go.

22 notes • Posted 2021-11-09 12:39:32 GMT

#1

You and I should... go for a walk <3

For a walk? Sure! That sounds fun, Elizabeth.

Where would you like to go? To the city or perhaps to the park?

32 notes • Posted 2021-11-18 11:01:18 GMT

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Oh btw I wanted to tell you that I absolutely love & adore the way you wrote Chan for instincts. Among all the bazillion fics I’ve read I think this is the closest & the most natural description of him. You got almost everything perfectly yk like the little giggles, the nervousness, the pauses between the sentences, the reassurance, his kind & caring aspects, some words he usually uses, the introspection, from his looks/features overall to what he actually dresses like irl, (1)

the amount of confidence he has along with how insecure he can get sometimes like there’s no extra unnecessary stuff/qualities even though it’s fiction & ofc you can add it & despite him being a bit more on the quiet side in the fic I truly really liked it just like this! This was all so well observed & written it makes me really happy and I thought I should point it out! You can tell I’m quite obsessed & will need a few days to recover haha. Thank you so much again for this really! ❤️ (2)-🍋

Thank you so much! I’m a big stickler for realistic dialogue, I like adding all the little pauses and last-minute word changes. I think it adds a little layer to characters and stuff 😊

Chan’s got like a cadence to him. This earnest kind of excitement that can swing back and forth between embarrassment? I’m really flattered you think it got captured well in Instinct 😂

As for what he wears...yeah. He’s a slouchy hoodie comfy boy, which made that one lil scene he dressed up just so much better. And I think that dinner outfit in my head was basically his My House cover outfit 😂 boy can rock a button-down shirt, in white and black 🥰