#way to get your crush to hold you for all of eternity 🥰

[ladykissingfish]

*in the Akatsuki backyard*

Sasori: Er, Kisame? What are you doing with them?

*Kisame looks up; he’s currently got Itachi sitting on one of his outstretched arms and Deidara on the other*

Kisame: Kakuzu’s fault. *starts doing squats, still with his arms out* Said there was no money in the budget to buy me a set of weighs. So I’m improvising.

Sasori: Aren’t they awfully heavy?

Kisame: Yes, but I need this. Samehada weighs quite a bit as well, and I need to keep both arms strengthened in order to wield him.

Deidara: This is nice, hm. Uchiha, you’re lucky you can get this whenever you want. Unlike ME and my partner …

Sasori: What do you mean, unlike you? I could pick you up and hold you in my arms as well. And for much longer than he’d be able to. No offense, Kisame.

Deidara: *scoffs* Yeah, right. I’ll believe that when I see it.

Sasori: You know what? Fine. *turns towards the house and yells* Konan! Come out here, please!

Deidara: Danna, what are you —

*Konan comes out* What is it, Sasori?

Sasori: *goes to Kisame and takes Deidara off of his arm* Take Deidara’s place, will you? He is about to learn a hard lesson. *balances Deidara bridal-style in his own arms*

Deidara, blushing: D-danna! Put me down!

Sasori, ignoring him: You’re rather lightweight, aren’t you? But no matter; you’re going to stay right where you are until you admit that my holding power is superior to Kisame’s. *walks off with Deidara still in his arms*

Kisame: *gently sets down Itachi and Konan* Wow; I can’t believe Deidara’s plan actually worked. What a clever brat.

Itachi: I’d bet my entire next paycheck that Deidara will still be in his arms tomorrow morning.

Konan: You’re really lowballing it there; that boy won’t be coming down until next year at the earliest.

[jobean12-blog]

That's the Way Love Grows

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Beefy!Plant dad!Bucky AU)

Word Count: 1,687

Summary: You and Bucky have your first official date this weekend but he can't wait to see you so he shows up at your apartment on his bike...a dream come true.

Author's Note: Missed him so I wanted to write a little something with plant!dad Bucky again! Hope you all enjoy! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰 You can see the shirt he is wearing HERE.

This is part of my plant!dad Bucky AU. It can be read alone but here are the first two stories for him:

Rooted in Love

Love in Bloom

Warnings: soft and sweet fluff and plant talk

‘Hey doll face. What are you doin’ right now?’

The moment you see his name your whole face lights up just like the screen of your phone.

‘Just being lazy.’  You reply and send him silly emoji’s to go along with your text.

‘Well….’

The next message comes through and you wait, staring at the text bubbles for what feels like an eternity.

‘I’m outside your building.’

You drop your phone and run to the window, pushing the curtain aside and looking through the glass.

He’s leaning against his motorcycle, long legs crossed over the ankle and his leather jacket pulled tightly around his biceps.

His fingers twinkle with a wave.

You open the window.

“You wanna go for a ride?” he yells up.

You stare at him for a beat, trying to sear the image into your brain and then answer back with, “yeah I do!”

You don’t even have to think twice about it.  

He whoops and throws a fist in the air.

“Make sure you wear jeans and a jacket doll.”

A few minutes later you appear at the double doors of your apartment building. Bucky rushes over and pulls one open, stopping dead in his tracks when he sees you.

“You look gorgeous.”

Your thank you is lost when he steps into your space and drags you into his chest, kissing you hard and fast.

“Sorry,” he murmurs when he pulls away.

“For what,” you whisper, leaning into him.

You toy with the zipper of his leather jacket and then slowly pull it down, spreading the sides open to look at his shirt.

“I had to see if you had another funny plant shirt on,” you giggle.

You smooth your hands over his chest, mostly just so you can feel the hard muscle beneath, but also so you can read the print on the fabric better.

“Things I do in my spare time…” you start. “Water plants,” and you press your finger to the first picture of a potted plant on his shirt. “Repot plants, propagate plants, buy plants, rearrange plants…” Each time you read it’s with a press of your finger and as you get closer to his abs he starts to laugh.

“I’m kinda ticklish,” he admits.

You pay him no mind and take extra care to wiggle your finger over the last picture and it’s text.  

“Talk with plants,” you finish with a smile. “That one is my favorite.”

He smirks and slides his arm across your shoulders, walking you toward his bike.

“Speaking of plants…” he hums. “There’s something I…”

As you get closer to the motorcycle you press a hand to his chest to stop him.

“Wait.”

Your words make him swallow hard.

“Our date isn’t until Saturday,” you say quietly. “Are we still on…or?”

His brows draw together and he crushes you against him. “Doll…”

He kisses you again, slow and sweet this time but it steals your breath just the same.

“I know we have our date this weekend, but the moment I left your apartment the other day, all I wanted was to see you again. I couldn’t wait any more. So I thought we could go for a ride.”

His confession makes you melt further into him.

“Ok,” you breathe out. “I’m so happy you’re here.”

He takes your hand and pulls you the rest of the way to his bike, holding up a finger as he turns to his saddle bag and opens it.

“I have something for you,” he says.

He takes out a small bag and reaches inside it. When his hand reemerges he’s holding a small potted plant.

Your smile grows as he begins to explain what it is.

“It’s from my jasmine plant. I repotted this piece in one of the cat planters I got from Etsy…thought you would like it.”

He starts to look slightly shy, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand as his eyes fall to the plant.

“Bucky,” you squeal. “It’s amazing! And so cute! I love him!”

“Phew,” he laughs. “And don’t worry I can help you take care of him.”

“Ok good, because I know jasmine smells beautiful and I’d love to have one in my apartment.”

With one more quick kiss he places the plant back in the secure bag.

“Should I bring him up?” you ask. “I don’t want him to get hurt.”

“I always carry my smaller plants on my bike. As long as you position and secure them right, it’s fine.”

With a lopsided grin he kisses your cheek then grabs his helmet.

Lifting it up he carefully places it on your head and buckles the chin strap.

“What about you?”

“I’ll be fine,” he answers. “I won’t go too fast.”

With that he grabs the zipper of your jacket and pulls it up to your chin then throws one leg over his bike with an easy swing.

He holds his hand out to help you on the back and you immediately wrap your arms around his chest and press yourself into his back.

“Hang on,” he says, “and if anything is wrong just give me two squeezes.”

You nod into the soft leather of his jacket and hang on tight.

He revs the engine and pulls away from the curb, being mindful about his speed and remembering that you’re putting full trust in him to keep you safe.

He’s in complete control and the ride is smooth as he traverses the curves of the streets until the Brooklyn Bridge lights up the night sky as it comes into view.

The smell of salty air hits your face as you get nearer to the ocean and when he slows down and rolls into a darkened spot under the bridge you can hear the water break against the rocks.

He shuts the engine and plants his feet on either side of the bike and then reaches down to tap your leg, signaling you to get off.

With careful movements you put one foot on the ground and do an awkward hop to get your other leg up and over the seat without hitting him in the back.

You manage not to hit him but your legs are slightly wobbly, still vibrating from the ride and your knee buckles.

“Eeeek,” you screech, the sound echoing under the bridge and causing some hidden pigeons to squawk and flap away to a safer spot.

Your fists grab handfuls of air but Bucky somehow manages to dive and catch you around the waist with his metal arm.

“You okay?” he asks, his grip tight.

He waits, staring at you with concern in his eyes.

“I’m good,” you say on an exhale.

He relaxes slightly and releases you to adjust the handlebars and put down the kickstand. Once the bike is secured he gets off gracefully and helps you out of his helmet.

You look around and smile. “This is an amazing spot.”

“Isn’t it,” he echoes. “Just lemme get a blanket.”

He opens the saddle bag and sifts through it.

“Can you please check if my plant is ok?” you ask, smiling sweetly when he winks at you.

“Just fine doll,” he tells you after he shines his phone light into the bag. “Now come ‘ere.”

He takes your hand and leads you over to a clearing closer to edge of the water.

“Careful here, watch your step.”

He assures your footing with a firm hand at your back and once you’re settled on the blanket he follows and makes himself comfortable.

“Thank you for comin’ with me tonight doll.”

“Thank you for asking me. It’s beautiful here.”

You look out over the water, the city lights shining like diamonds across the vast blackness and dancing along the small waves.

“Yeah it really is,” he murmurs.

You can feel his eyes on you and realize that he’s complimenting you instead of the stellar view.

A small laugh bubbles up in your chest. “Have you used that move before?”

He drops his chin to his chest and chuckles. “Aw man. I haven’t but it’s that bad huh?”

You run your fingers along a strand of hair that’s fallen in front of his face before tucking it behind his ear.

“Not bad at all. In fact I think you’re really sweet.”

His eyes bore into yours. “I think you’re perfect.”

His hand reaches out to trace your lips, the pad of his thumb rough against their softness and once he’s relished in their flawlessness he slides his hand along your jaw to cup the back of your neck.

The small space between you disappears and you press your lips to his. Your hands weave into his hair and you gasp out his name, the sound igniting him. His tongue slips past your lips but he takes his time, teasing and nipping even as he tastes you.

He pulls you closer, sliding you into his lap and smoothing his free hand up your back.

The shock of bright lights shines through your closed eyelids and you jump in surprise, breaking the kiss. You lay your hand over your squinting eyes as Bucky looks over his shoulder, hissing at the brightness.

The car stops for a moment, the headlights boring into your small hidden space, and then thankfully it turns back to the street and drives off, returning you once again to the quiet of the night and the sounds of the ocean.

Bucky turns back to you, your eyes meeting.

“Hey,” he whispers as he traces the curve of your jaw.

“Hi,” you answer before peppering his scruffy cheek with kisses.

When your gaze finds his again he asks, “will you watch the sunrise with me?”

You nod and then wrap your arms around his neck, snuggling against his shoulder and breathing him in. A breeze blows over the water, carrying the chill of night and you shiver in his arms. He tucks you closer and grabs the blanket to wrap it around you both.

“I promise I’ll keep you warm,” he whispers as his head dips and he brushes his lips to yours.

@book-dragon-13 @hiddles-rose @randomfandompenguin @goldylions @kmc1989 @lizette50 @buckysdollforlife @blackwidownat2814

[forever-rogue]

may i request one where joel finds comfort hugging reader in a bone crushing hug after a long day 👉👈

do with it what you will fluff angst spice ill take them allll i just want this man to crush me and id welcome it hehe

AN | One bone-crushing hug with a side of angst and softness coming right up 🥰

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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You looked at the watch on your wrist and sighed softly. The watch didn't work. It hadn't for a long time. 

But he'd given it to you and that made it special. You'd never taken it off, even when the battery died. He insisted he'd get you a new watch or even a new battery at the very least. You never took him up on the offer; it didn't matter to you whether or not ticked away as long as you had it.

Normally it served as a bit of reassurance. Today it served as a reminder that he was gone. Not gone, but gone for long enough that you were starting to get worried. Not that you would ever admit that to anyone. You didn't want to appear weak, but you also didn't want to cause anyone else to worry.

But this wasn't like Joel; he was never gone for more than two or three days at most.

It had been over a week.

And not knowing what happened to your lover was brutal.

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"Worryin' isn't going to solve anything."

"Well, not worrying isn't solving anything either," you threw a hard look at Tommy and shrugged before going back to your relentless pacing, "so if I have the option, I'll choose worrying."

"It's probably the bad weather," he mused, and you were sure he was trying to convince himself of that as much as you, "could be a lot of things. Jumping to the worst possible conclusion isn't…"

"I love your eternal optimism," you stood in front of the windows and looked towards the gate as you often did, "but I'd rather expect the worst and be pleasantly surprised when he comes back. Versus the alternative."

The younger Miller brother nodded before letting out a long sigh, "I know."

"I'm scared, Tommy. It was supposed to be a simple supply run," stopping suddenly, you turned to him, eyes glittering with unscheduled tears, "what if he doesn't come back? It shouldn't have taken this long. I don't know what I'll do. I-I…"

He remained but hugged you tightly, trying to soak in all the worry and doubt you had. If it was an option, he would have taken all the worry and fear from you and dealt with it himself. If only.

"Why don't you go home for now and get some rest?" he suggested softly, wiping away the tears that had rolled down your cheeks, "I'll stay here. I'll let you know if anything changes."

"Tommy-"

"Go and be with the kids," he whispered as your heart panged. You knew Ellie was just as worried about you, but she was the glue holding you all together right now, "they need you too."

"Okay," you nodded, "thank you."

"It'll be okay," he promised and you desperately wanted to hang onto his hope. All you could do was give him a small nod.

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By the time you got home, you were spent and felt like you could use a year long nap. You closed the door behind out and let out a long sigh, letting go of everything you'd been holding back as you kicked your shoes off. 

You heard Ellie's voice in the living accompanied by a small set of giggles. Your heart softened at the sound and your heart yearned to be with them. You shred your coat before making your way over to them, Ellie on the floor on a big fluffy blanket as she played with the little girl. Your little girl; but really they were both your girls.  

The two of them stopped as soon as they heard you, Ellie offering you a small smile and Emma babbling and cooing happily. There had never been anyone you'd loved more than these two…and Joel. 

You walked over to them and sat down, pressing a kiss to the top of Ellie's head before pulling the baby into your lap. She squirmed as she tried to hug onto you, "she's been really talkative today. As much as a one-year-old can be."

"I wonder who she gets that from," she teased, causing the girl to grin sheepishly.

"Definitely not Joel."

"Definitely not Joel," you agreed. You sat back against the couch let out a long breath as you pulled up your legs and laid Emma against them, giving her tickles which only caused her to laugh harder.

"She looks like him," Ellie stroked her rosy, chubby cheek as you nodded. She had the same big, brown eyes and roguish hair, her expression often appearing as though she was deep in thought, "he's going to be okay, you know."

"Ellie…"

"I mean it," she insisted in that steadfast way she often did, "he'd never leave you or her o-or…"

"You," you finished for her, "we're all family, Ellie Bean."

"Yeah," she sat next to you and leaned her head on your shoulder, "he'll come back. Nothing would stop him."

"You're right," and god, you hoped she and Tommy were right, "he'll be home soon."

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Several more agonizing days passed without any word, and the nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach felt like it was going to eat you alive. Even Ellie, happy, optimistic Ellie, was started to show signs of worry. She’d never admit it, but she didn’t have to; it was written all over your face. You were just glad that Emma was still a baby and wouldn’t remember any of this.

That thought alone had led you down a rabbit hole of worry. What if he didn’t come back? What if she never got to see her father again? What if she didn’t remember him? How were you supposed to raise and take care of Ellie and Emma all on your own? 

You groaned as you startled awake for what was the umpteenth night in a row. You hadn’t been sleeping much; every time you managed to fall deep enough into slumber, the dreams - nightmares - came again and caused you to wake up. Most of the time you ended up giving up on sleep and would sit in the kitchen, nursing a mug of tea that grew cold as the sun came up. 

A book was currently in front of you, one you’d read a hundred times before, but you weren’t actually taking anything in. Your mind kept wandering, wandering, wandering. You were so lost in thought and so zoned out at the same time that you almost missed the pounding on the door. You almost ran to the door when you snapped back into reality, trying to keep the noise from waking the girls up. 

When you got to the door, you wretched it open without even looking to see who it was. It was Tommy, wild-eyed and looking somewhere between excited and nervous. 

“Come,” he didn’t hesitate to grab your arm as he pulled you out of the door, “come.”

“What’s going on?” you looked at him, confused but going along with him. You noticed that the front gate was closing and a group of people were nearby. The hairs on your arms stood up as a shiver ran down your spine, “Tommy?”

The crowd slowly parted and you felt like your heart felt like it stopped in your chest. Part of you wondered if you were dreaming, but you felt Tommy squeeze your shoulder, “go.”

Your feet were carrying you, faster and faster until the rest of the crowd dissipated and you found yourself face to face with him. 

“Joel,” you hadn’t even realized you were crying, weren’t consciously aware of anything else but him. 

You didn’t get a chance to say anything else before he threw his arms around you, wrapping into the tightest, most bone-crushing hug imaginable. You didn’t care; you wouldn’t have cared if his touch bruised you black and blue. It was him, he was home, he was here. 

You held him back just as fiercely, and you could physically feel the tension in his body ease as he let himself relax into your familiar touch. You weren’t even sure how long he you, how long you clung onto his body before you finally parted. 

He took your face in his hands, his touch calloused but tender as he studied, almost as if he too didn’t believe you were real. He looked worse for the wear, but nothing unmanageable, nothing that would take him from you. And then he smiled, the same wonderful, lovely smile that made his dimple appear and the corners of his eyes crinkle, “sweet, beautiful abejita. I heard you were already planning my funeral.”

A moment of silence passed before you burst into laughter, tears - this time of joy and happiness - running down your face. Joel brushed them all away before kissing you softly. There was no way to properly put into words how much you’d missed this, him. When you pulled back you felt his arms wrap around your waist, “even if you didn’t come back, I’d find you and kill you myself if you thought you were going to get away with leaving me with two monsters to raise on my own.”

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” you buried your face into his chest and breathed him in. It didn’t matter that he was sweaty and dirty; him being here was enough, “you and that mouth and everything else about you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” you looped your arms around his neck and held onto him tightly, hugging him as you rocked back and forth, “I love you.”

“Terribly,” he agreed in the way that he was prone to doing, “I’ll always come back home to my girls. Even if I have to come crawling back.”

“Joel!” the small voice came from behind you. You turned to find Ellie there, holding a warmly bundled up Emma in her arms. Word got around fast, “you’re back.”

He let out a sigh of relief at the sight of his girls, dropping to his knees in front of them as he looked them both over. The baby, miraculously, was still sleeping, but he stroked her cheek before repeating the gesture on Ellie. She swallowed thickly, tears unshed in her eyes as he hugged the two of them, gently, delicately. 

“I missed you both,” he promised, not that there had ever been a question on that. Ellie nodded, at a loss for words, “what, kid? No smart comment from you?”

“No,” she shook her head, a few tears falling down her cheeks, “I missed you. I’m glad you’re home, Joel.”

“Me too,” he promised, turning back to find you watching them with nothing but reverent fondness in your eyes, as you smiled at him, “me too.”

[minnielvrr]

It's okay to run slower~

Lee: Minho Lers: Chan, Seungmin Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: @itzsana-kiddingmenow 👀Happy one year Sana💐🥳🎉🎊Thank you for making your blog and choosing to write, you're a gift to everyone in the kpop tickle community💞🩷💖Hope this can cheer you up even a tiny bit🤭🥰 I love you!!🤗🩷

It felt like an eternity since they’d started. Minho was certain that he’d run through the lyrics at least a million times and by now and his throat felt dry and sore. Why did their new songs have to have so many English parts?

After a fruitless recording session that left both him and Chan exhausted, the leader let him go, knowing that Minho needed some rest and he himself needed to cool down.

Chan watched through the glass as the younger straightened his clothes and fixed his hair, then stalked out. He looked ragged, all sunken cheeks and dark circles under his doe eyes.

Hours later when Chan arrived at the cuties dorm, he found a worried Seungmin standing in front of Minho’s room.

The younger startled when he spotted the older, but quickly beckoned him close. “Minho hyung was crying when he came back. Did something happen hyung?” The kitten in question was currently simmering in a pot of frustration and self-hatred in his room.

Chan guiltily explained the situation. “It’s not your fault hyung,” Seungmin said firmly, rubbing the leader’s back. “Let’s go talk to him.” Seungmin knocked on the door, the duo walking in once they heard a muffled ‘come in’.

Minho was face planting his bed, still dressed in his outside clothes. “Hey baby. Can I talk to you?”

Chan slowly turned him over, grimacing when he noticed the kitten’s eyes, feeling crushing guilt curl in his stomach at the redness in Lino’s eyes.

Minho nodded but stayed quiet, not quite looking at Chan yet. “Are you mad at me?” The leader’s voice broke towards the end.

That made the kitten look up at him in surprise, a hand coming up to cup Chan’s cheek. “I-I’m not hyung. I promise I’m not.”

He sat up on the bed, reaching out a hand to scratch at Chan’s scalp. The older leaned into the touch, letting out a sigh, tugging at Minho until he was on his lap and hugged him tight.

“I’m not mad at you hyungie. It’s just-I- I’m frustrated that I can’t seem to grasp the pronunciation as quickly as everyone else. I feel like I’m holding everyone back and- and like I’m wasting so much of your time because I can’t get it right.”

“You know I don’t mind that, love, you should take your time. We have to learn things at our own paces and you’re doing so well darling. You improved a ton over the last few months so don’t be so hard on yourself, yeah?”

Feeling a little playful he started rhythmically poking Minho’s torso, singing My Pace in a goofy voice.

“There's no need to rush, my pace~🎵 Don't compare yourself with others~ It's okay to run slower~ Just follow my lane, my lane🎶 Take it easy~ Just look ahead and run~🎵 You ready? Let's go!🎶”

It earned him some huffed out giggles, and rolling his eyes, Minho pushed him off. Chan hugged him tightly, clinging onto the kitten and squeezing at his sides as Minho tried to extract himself.

“Tryna run away? I’m not gonna let you~ You’re stuck with me allll night!” Chan threatened in a baby voice, littering more pokes all over Minho’s sides. “Hyuhuhuhung!”

The younger giggled, squirming around but not really fighting it. He buried his face in Chan’s shoulder and let it all out. The leader continued his ministrations, shutting his eyes and simply listening to the sweet sounds Minho made.

“Can you stop laughing? We’re having a serious conversation here! How rude!” Minho just cackled, unable to come up with any sort of retaliation.

“Ooh hyung’s being all soft and gross.” Seungmin chirped from behind them and although Chan had known he was there, he startled just as much as Minho.

“Shut up, you brat!” Nonetheless, the kitten was sporting a deep blush at being found out.

“Can you hold him down Channie hyung? I’m bored.” Seungmin’s hand wormed its way over to scribble at Minho’s side, weakening him as Chan wrestled his arms above his head and sat on them.

Seungmin straddled the older’s hips, leaning back with his hands on Minho’s thighs as he lazily looked him over. With a sudden grin he squeezed the spot, watching as the lee’s body jolted, sweet giggles spilling from his lips.

That’s when Chan began the teasing, wiggling his fingers in the younger’s face then quickly moving it to just barely graze over the kitten’s sides. Minho yelped, flinching away from the evil hand, Channie giggling in amusement at his reactions.

“Aww, you’re pretty cute like this hm? Guess all we needed to do was tickle you~” Seungmin’s condescending voice flustered him more than Minho expected.

Unable to come up with a sufficient retort, he was saved when Chan finally kneaded into his sides. “AH— Chahahahanihie hyuhuhung NAHAHAHAHA!!”

The squeal that tumbled from his lips before the giggles started was priceless and Channie couldn’t help but coo at him.

“It’s been forever since I’ve heard that laugh!” Chan sighed happily, fingers skittered up Minho’s sides to his armpits then back down to his upper ribs. Loud, joyful cackles filled the space, Minho’s face scrunching up with how much he was smiling.

He tried screaming loudly, over and over in the hopes that Chan would cringe away from the deafening sound but the leader seemed to have anticipated that, quickly drilling his thumb into the kitten’s exposed armpit.

His screams dissolved into wild belly laughs, Minho flopping around crazily as he tried to escape, almost throwing Seungmin off.

The puppy retaliated by gripping onto the older’s thighs and digging into the sides with the tips of his fingers, laughing along with Minho when the poor kitten went ballistic.

It was truly unfair that they were aiming for two of his worst spots at once. Seungmin was mean when he was the one doing the tickling, using all his accumulated knowledge on his victim to have them losing their minds.

On one side, his fingers dug into the sides of Minho’s things and squeezed while his free hand skittered lightly over the top and inner parts of his left thigh.

“KIHIHIM SEUNGMIN IHIHI WILL KIHILL YOU!!” He hollered through uncontrollable cackles but Seungmin only laughed at that, a soft tinkly sound.

“I don’t think you’re in a position to threaten me hyung. I could make this so much worse for you, you know…”

He pressed his nails in a little harsher and Minho screamed again, this time from the sheer ticklishness of the technique.

Apologies fell from his lips immediately but there was no going back. Seungmin was ruthless as a ler and Minho had just dug his grave.

Chan on the other hand was almost lazily tracing and swirling his fingers in Minho’s armpits, occasionally flitting down to land a quick scribble to his upper ribs.

Minho blushed when he made eye contact with the older, averting his eyes at the teasing look he got. Chan pouted at that, going a little harder in revenge.

How could his kitten not even look at him! It was unacceptable!

“Plehease, please I cahan’t, can’t take thihihis!”

“You're so cute like this, just a little bit more. I know you can take it, my little tickle toy.” Seungmin’s voice was a soft croon, with a cocky edge to it.

Minho died at that. He didn’t think he could ever feel normal again.

The name replayed over and over in his mind as they wrecked him. No amount of bucking or thrashing or pleading could get him out of this. But he didn’t really want this to end just yet anyway.

Then the duo switched spots. While Seungmin worked on his sides, Chan gently held the soft lobes of Minho’s ears between his thumb and index finger and rubbed at the skin, occasionally dipping downwards to flutter at his sensitive neck.

It seemed to work, with the kitten’s giggles going up in pitch immediately and his squirming turning to thrashing.

“OHOHO GOHOD! It tihihihickles, ihihit tihiHIHICKLES!! Chahannie hyuhung!”

“It’s supposed to baby.” Chan replied with a fond smile, watching his cute bunny lose himself to the tickles.

“Hmm?” Seungmin mused as he watched the exchange and without another word, he handed Chan a long white feather. Grinning at the fearful expression on Minho face, Chan began to wreak havoc on Minho’s ears and neck with the new weapon.

Bubbly giggles escaped his soft lips, squirming violently but Chanie was too strong. No matter what he did- be it throwing his head back or mouthing pleas to the older.

Chan only cooed at him, not letting up. “Hehehehe!!” Minho sounded like a child with the way he was laughing, his little sounds so soft and innocent.

Eventually they let up when Minho’s loud laughter had dissolved into mere wheezing and small huffs of airy giggles.

Chan gathered him back into his arms, cradling his boneless form while Seungmin ran to the kitchen to fetch some water.

“I’m so so proud of you darling,” Channie whispered softly into Lino’s ear and heard the kitten sigh in relief.

With a sudden tug, Minho pulled the oldest even closer, smothering him in a bear hug,” Thank you for always being so patient with me hyungie. I love you.”

Chan squealed internally, needing to take a moment to calm himself down.

“I love you too Linoya~”

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SFW Alphabet: Galadriel

a/n: @queenmeriadoc requested this and I hope you like it, but most of all i hope i did her justice because i, a mere mortal, was really nervous about writing for this absolute QUEEN. 🙌🏼♥️ please let me know was it good, and reblogs + comments always mean the most 🥰

+ this gif has my heart!!!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) In private she’s quite affectionate because she feels relaxed enough with you to show her soft side. She will kiss you a lot and she likes to just touch your face or lean her forehead against yours. But in public she is really pretty reserved, but every now and then she will give you a look paired with a soft little smile, or graze your hand, and it’s so precious.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) we’re not here to be besties, we’re here to be IN LOVE with her. thank you.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) Galadriel is cuddlier than she looks! And she loves to be the big spoon, even if she is in the bad mood - feeling like she is protecting you makes her feel better. She loves to just drape herself over you, one leg over your hip or over your legs, and she buries her face in your hair, arms tightly wrapped around your middle.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) Since we’re talking about young Galadriel, she isn’t so sure about settling down yet, but she loves to have you around for anything she does and wherever she goes. Regarding cooking and cleaning, she is notoriously bad, but she loves to be clean and have a clean space, so she sometimes gets frustrated with her habits. Luckily, you’re there to take away her frustration and give her a helping hand!

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) I feel like she would be rather cold, not because she doesn’t care about you, but because she is protecting both her own feelings and yours - she doesn’t want to drag out hurting you any longer than absolutely necessary.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) This was kind of explained in the one with settling down… She is really committed to you, and once you’re hers, you’re hers, so it’s more up to you whether you want to get married or not. She is delighted beyond words if you mention it tho! She loves being loved by you and is all giddy at the thought of feeling that way for eternity. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) Young Galadriel is one passionate elf, and it will show in the way she hugs you and how fervently she kisses you back, but she never ever hurts you. She is good at holding herself back if she needs to. Emotionally, she has a lot of inner turmoil which sometimes prevails and she can be a little bit distant or dismissive, but as soon as she sorts it out, she is back to loving you to the max. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) Galadriel’s hugs are bone-crushing and so full of feeling because she just loves you so much and it means a lot to her to be physically close to you and unbothered. She likes to hug you from behind and kiss you on the cheek or the neck as well, or just nuzzle her face in the crook of your neck. She will hug the air out of you especially after not seeing you for some time, whether it was an hour or a day.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) You were the one who said it first during a particularly cuddly morning. She made the most adorable surprised face at you while her lips tried not to stretch into the biggest grin anyone in Middle-earth had ever seen before. She felt so safe and relaxed facing you in bed, your faces barely apart at all and your warm hand on her cheek - she was almost certain she was dreaming. When you kissed the shock off of her pretty face, she eagerly said it back.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) Galadriel does get moderately jealous, and it’s like she has a sixth sense for when someone is getting too close or too flirty with her darling! She absolutely won’t hesitate to step in, wrap a slender arm around your waist and throw in a comment. In rare occasions, she will full-on kiss you to further prove her point, and so that no one would even dare to think of something romantic about her partner!

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) For someone who can be so strong and fiery, her kisses at the beginning are surprisingly hesitant and gentle, as if she’s afraid of doing something wrong. This, however, is where you take control more often and kiss her as if your life depended on it, and oh my goodness, it makes her so weak in the knees! Her cheeks literally go slightly pink if you give her a proper makeout sesh. Besides those kisses, she loves it when you move her hair and kiss the back of her neck, whereas she loves to kiss you absolutely everywhere, and I mean, yeah, pretty much everywhere. 

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) Not so good and a little tense, but she does have a certain weak spot for little girls who look at her in amazement and admiration.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) Galadriel loves mornings by your side, and she sometimes really tries to drag them out, even if the sun is already high in the sky. She loves figuring out new ways to make you stay in bed with her a little longer, and she is certain that pinning you down by the arms will do the trick in most cases. Because really, who could say no to that face when she hovers above you with a glint in her blue eyes?

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) For some reason I feel like she loves to run a bath for both of you, filled with the very best bath salts, scented soaps and all the best things she can find. She finds it so intimate and relaxing and she can just forget about everything when the two of you are skin to skin, surrounded by calming fragrances and flickering candles.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) She could be a little closed off at the beginning, until she feels like she can trust you and confide in you. From that point you become her biggest confidant, and she realizes she has a lot that she genuinely wants to share with you, but she tries to take it easy so as to not overwhelm you. Sometimes you have to nudge her a little bit and remind her that you really want to hear her out about anything she wants to say.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Galadriel is certainly a little feisty during this phase of her life, but she’s a lady on a mission! Also she likes getting what she wants, so she might get a little angry if things aren’t turning out the way she wants them to, or at her desired speed. She isn’t the most patient person out there, that’s for sure, but she likes having you to gently remind her of that and comfort her when needed. Magically you always know how to make it better in those situations.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) She remembers a lot and she is also very observant; she doesn’t only memorize what you say and do, but also your little mannerisms and quirks, how your laughter sounds when it’s most genuine, how you scrunch your nose when you disapprove of something, or how you sigh when you read something that enchants you. She quickly “learns” your ways and it’s one of her love languages for sure.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) Waking up with you for the first time (even if she doesn’t really sleep). The night before was too wonderful, and she finally allowed herself to be vulnerable and let someone get so close to her. She thought it was just too nice to have someone that amazing wrapped in her arms, and to find it wasn’t all just a dream or a vision! Thereupon she never wanted to sleep on her own, ever again.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) She is very protective and a little bit possessive, and you’d be similar as well. She is quick to defend you in every and any way - with words she is convincing, and physically she is a skilled and agile fighter, so it’s a win-win. Maybe sometimes she will see danger where there is none, but you really cannot blame her. I cannot even express how grateful if you’re the one protecting her, she will look at you with so much love in her eyes, and later in private she will make sure that you know exactly how much it meant to her.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) I think this is one of the aspects of your relationship in which you take over a little bit more - she is strangely insecure in her gift choosing skills, so she will often outright ask you what you want her to get you, just to make sure she doesn’t go wrong. Galadriel always tells you numerous times how thankful she is when you plan a special outing for the two of you, or a dinner with some of your favorite foods, while she tries to do special little things on ordinary days, like running you a bath, or giving you a little flower in passing.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) She is extremely headstrong, and there are very, VERY few people whose advice she will take and listen to. It’s okay to not know everything all the time and to sometimes ask for someone else’s opinion, but she learns with you to take some friendly criticism, especially because she is well aware that you just want her to be safe and well. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) She likes to look nice and put together, but she doesn’t put some extreme effort into it. Also, she really is just naturally beautiful and mesmerizing! If you want to braid her hair in a more intricate way, or put a shimmering necklace around her neck, she certainly won’t object, and she will be quite proud of it as well. Also I bet she smells incredible, like, all the time.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) I don’t think she would, she’s pretty independent and headstrong, but it’s so SO much nicer to have someone to confide in, someone to hold and be held by them, and someone with whom she can let her guard down and just exist without having to prove anything or achieve anything.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) If she is certain that nobody is listening, she will quietly sing to herself sometimes. If you discover this accidentally, she will be very flustered, but you think it’s so cute and you encourage her to do it more. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) Galadriel isn’t the biggest fan of being told what (not) to do, and she hates being talked down to. It’s not that you do it, it’s just that she generally dislikes it.Z = Zzz(What is a sleep habits of theirs?) If she sleeps at all, she is very stiff and very quiet, breathing barely audible. At first this freaked you out, but slowly she became more cuddly and figured that she liked having you in her embrace during sleeping.

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[prouvaireafterdark]

all your answers today have been so fascinating and have given me so much to meditate on! thank you for sharing your thoughts <3

idk if you've already been asked this but what do you think is going to be the main conflict behind the divorce in the show? I've only read the first book and the way louis describes it makes sense because lestat is a total villain...I would have let claudia poison him too lol. but how are they gonna get there in the show? I don't know if cheating is a strong enough motivation for me to believe show louis would see no other way to get out that isn't murder. do you think they may change it? or is show lestat about to heel turn into a villain? 🤔

Aww thank you! 🥰 It's been fun answering all the asks I got today

And that's a great question! I don't think it'll be because of the cheating. In fact, I think the cheating (if it happens around the time it does in the book) will be because of some problem that's already happening in their relationship and Lestat not getting the attention he's looking for as a result of that problem.

My guess is the main conflict will be between Lestat and Claudia, with Louis trapped in the middle. As Claudia gets older, I think she might start to get even more rebellious and/or reckless in her pursuit of the things she would get to have if she was a human woman - namely love/sex and independence from her father figures. Her inability to have those things (and what I expect will be Lestat's controlling anger in response to her rebellion) obviously is going to make her angry and resentful of Lestat for having turned her in the first place.

There's also the fact that Claudia's race will likely inform how she perceives and responds to Lestat's attempts at control, just like Louis' race has informed his so far. As her father/maker, Lestat is objectively her superior and probably still won't really understand why what he's doing is wrong/problematic or how it's coming across. At least with Louis, there's an equality built into their relationship as lovers, but even as Claudia shifts into adulthood, she's still Lestat's child and she's still living in his house. Louis, of course, will side with Claudia here because he deeply understands her experience and will probably also feel profoundly guilty for his role in her situation.

This is 100% speculation, but there's also a BTS photo/video somewhere that makes it look like Claudia falls in love with a boy and that it goes, uh, very poorly for him. There's a shot of Lestat holding Claudia back while she's covered in blood and I have to wonder if whatever it is that drives the final nail in the coffin of their relationship (pun very much intended) has something to do with that.

Claudia in the books was also very cold and manipulative of Louis and it wouldn't surprise me if in the show she begins to contrive arguments between her and Lestat so Louis catches him being mean to her and then gets upset with him because she realizes she'll never be free of Lestat if Louis is still in love with him.

I do think Lestat is going to become more of a villain though. Perhaps not on the scale of the book, but I expect to see him treating Louis and Claudia maliciously at some point, driven to extremes by his own fear of abandonment and rejection. Louis is meant to be his eternal companion, the person who will drive away the crushing loneliness of his immortal existence until the end of time. As much as he loves her, I don't think Lestat will take kindly to Claudia threatening that by upsetting the balance of their lives this way and I don't think Louis will appreciate the way Lestat makes his little girl cry.

As far as the murder part is concerned, I think Claudia will beg Louis to leave Lestat and Louis won't do it, out of fear or love or a mixture of both. Just like in the book, she might mention it but he won't take her seriously until it's too late and it's already happening in front of him. What I really want to see, though, is Louis going absolutely insane over it. I want to see him try to save Lestat, or get there too late and be so deeply traumatized by witnessing it that he can't do anything but whatever Claudia tells him to do.

And afterward, after they dump his body in the swamp and Louis is consumed by his guilt and his grief, I want to see him climb into Lestat's coffin and weep until the sun rises.

[cycat4077]

U with Rafael or Sonny 🥰

U = university au/college au

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Might be more of cannon divergent than an AU...

I've never wrote for Raf, nor do I know him well enough to do so. Sonny, however, is a different story 😍

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"Nope. No time for a boyfriend with school." That's the response you always gave family friends and relatives when they'd ask if you had a significant other yet.

Truth be told, it's not that you didn't want to date people or have someone to call your own, but you were working your ass off trying to get your graduate degree. It wasn't easy, but you hoped it would springboard your career once you finally could add it to your resume. The downside, however, was that your love life was essentially non-existent.

At least you had your best friend to keep you sane through it all. He was a cop - well, detective now, who had enrolled himself in night law school. He came from a big Italian family and went by the nickname “Sonny”.

"Hey, doll," Sonny says, plunking himself down on the sofa beside you.

"Hey, Son," you reply, barely looking up from your work. "Tough shift?"

"No more than usual, but I'm beat. Wanna do somethin’? Take our minds off work for a while?"

You glance over to him now, fully taking in his features. He looks tired, yet somehow still optimistic. You honestly don't know how he does it. Heck, you're one missed cup of coffee away from falling apart and it terrifies you.

Sonny's brows furrow. "What's the matter?" He can read you like a book and you suppose it's this sense of comfort he always brings which allows you to unravel.

"I'm swamped, Sonny," your eyes begin to burn with tears. "I feel like I'm getting absolutely nowhere with my thesis. My prof has me chasing my tail and it's making me lose motivation more and more. I really don't know if I'm cut out for this." You look away then, closing your eyes to force the tears aside.

"Woah, woah! Hey, now!" his Staten Island accent soothes. "Don't say that!" After still refusing to meet his gaze, you feel a gentle nudge on your chin. "Look at me," he begs. "You can do this. You're intelligent 'n hardworkin’. Don't let anyone make ya believe otherwise."

Your chest tightens. "Thank you, Son. That means a lot...I just, well, the longer I spin my tires here, the more I feel as though the rest of my life is slipping away. I've been so focused on school all my life that I don't think I've really lived at all. I've always imagined myself with a career by now, enjoying life and having…someone special to share it all with. But, alas..." you shrug in defeat.

Just then something in Sonny changes. His blue eyes soften and he remains speechless for what seems like an eternity until he gently takes your hand. His touch is warm. Your stomach somersaults.

You had an immediate crush on Sonny the day you met him on campus but you valued the friendship he offered so much more than to waste it on a school-girl crush. Now, though, as he holds your hand, every suppressed feeling comes rushing back, heating your cheeks and making your heart race.

"Sonny?" you question but it comes out only as a meek little whisper.

"I've tried to deny it forra long time," he finally begins, "but hearin’ you say what you just did, I can't keep it in anymore. I...I feel stalled too. I'm tryin' ta be a good detective and tryin' ta learn law. But anythin' I achieve feels hollow until I get ta share it with someone. Y'know why I come by here so much? It's because that person is you. You're the one I wanna tell about my day, the one whose day I wanna hear about. It could be borin' or excitin' but that doesn't matter as long as I'm with you."

The admission takes you by surprise and your eyes widen. "I..." you stammer but the words get stuck in your throat.

"You don't have ta say anythin’," he averts your gaze shyly. "I'm sorry -"

"No, Sonny," you squeeze his hand remembering that you still had a hold of one another. Those big blue eyes find yours again. "I feel the same way. You're the person that keeps me going, making me smile even in the worst of times." Sonny brightens at that. "I thought you only saw me as a friend and that - that was more than okay. But I really like you and...and -" you stammer, words tangling as they battle with the nervous flutter in your stomach.

"- And I really like you too," Sonny finishes. He raises a hand to your cheek, smiling when he feels how warm it's gotten. Within an instant, he's drawing you near only for your lips to finally meet. The kiss is tender and filled with love. You allow your eyes to flutter closed with the overwhelming feeling that everything just might work out after all.