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[anothermonikan]

love this thing

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[periprose]

Can I have a Logan Howlett x Angel!Fem!Reader where Logan sees the reader in the kitchen having a bit of a meltdown and uncomfortable feeling over holding a knife (for like, cooking reasons or smth) and he calms her down because the reader just doesn’t want to hurt anyone :(? I’d appreciate it thanks! (I’ve seen you wanted more Angel reader, so im here to reciprocate :3)

AHhhh this fits so well Anon (maybe unintentionally so, the previous fic had a little snippet about Angel's mom trying to stab her when she was young...) but I love your brain. I made it a bit longer and added some stuff and it's set before the previous Logan Gains a Guardian Angel fic (LGGA for short) so they're not together yet.

Knives Drip Chocolate (or, Logan Gains a Guardian Angel)

Word Count: 2.9k

Genre: Angst, fluff, hurt with comfort, mutual pining, idiots in love, mild traumatic flashback stuff (but no violence)

LGGA Masterlist

Logan is always ready for a late-night snack.

It’s hard for him to feel full, a lot of the time– he didn’t always have the easiest access to food, and he’s known for a while, if there’s a brief period in his immortal-like life where he can just relax about food and supplies, he shouldn’t take that for granted. 

Plus with an accelerated healing factor, sometimes his body starts digesting food too quickly, leading to faster body repair, but nothing to feel satisfied about.

So he’s got tons of cravings. Something that you are constantly bothered about, even now, as Logan knocks on your door, asking yet again if you’d accompany him to the kitchen.

Not that you actually mind. Sometimes you think you’d follow Logan into hell if he asked nicely enough, despite your occasionally evasive attitude keeping him on his toes.

“Angel, please. I’m starving.” Logan’s grumpy complaints are muffled behind your door, and you wonder why a nearly 200 year old man needs you so badly, to be by his side, when he’s spent so long being a loner.

“I’m coming.” You yawn, pulling yourself out of your bed– Storm is your roommate, and she’s passed out, stone cold. You quickly finger comb your hair, and fix your giant t-shirt, so your shoulder isn’t so exposed.

Silly, because you know Logan doesn’t care.

It’s bad. It’s really, really bad, because you don’t want to get attached to Logan, not when he’s sure to toss you aside like he’s done with the rest of them eventually. But you can’t help yourself– Logan is easy to be around, he knows your fears and little quirks, and he has never treated you like you’re so different for being a little quiet, like him. 

You know everyone has noticed. When you open your bedroom door, and Logan stares at you for a moment– an unreadable, soft glance in his eyes, one that you could choose to ignore, but don’t, as you stare back at him– you know all the other X-Men see it. Some silly crush you have on him, that clearly confuses Logan himself as he shakes his head, and pulls you by the arm out of your room, your PJs and hair askew.

Logan himself looks good, you have to admit– wearing lazy sweatpants and a white tank-top, his arm muscles looking especially defined tonight– and you pull your arm away, embarrassed that you give into these feelings so easily.

He’s only ever going to be your best friend. Even now, there’s nothing romantic about the way Logan asks if you want a ham and cheddar sandwich, too. He’s just looking out for you. 

Jean, Scott, and Storm have literally asked you, more than once, if you and Logan had maybe slept together, or kissed, or anything that would be a culmination of some supposed lust, in which case you always laugh awkwardly and deny everything. 

Your excuse is that it’s deeper than that, and it’s one-sided. What would be the point of bringing it up if it would just end in heartbreak?

“Earth to Angel.” Logan shakes your arm, breaking your stride. “Hey, that’s kind of funny, isn’t it? You’re always up in Heaven. Daydreaming about who the hell knows what.”

“Haha, Logan.” You mockingly say in a deadpan voice. “What is it?”

“Your wings are flexing a little bit, again, like they’re about to open. They’re kind of pulsing.” He says it in a soft tone, ushering in some concern he has, and you find yourself wishing that you were someone normal, someone that Logan didn’t have to care so much about. 

It’s not that you’re not happy to have his concern, it’s just that you don’t know what to do with it. Thank him for it? You have never been used to people looking out for you.

“It’s fine. Sometimes I get muscle spasms, it’s nothing to worry about.” You mutter, knowing it has to do with anxiety, but Logan looks a bit unconvinced.

“Okay. But if you keep having weird tremors, I’m taking you to the hospital wing so you can get diagnosed.” Logan states, and you open your mouth to argue, but he tuts. “No arguing about this. Last thing we need is for you to die from stress or cancer or something.”

Your heartbeat quickens, not at the mention of cancer, but because Logan used we and now you’re just thinking about how you’re always together.

Not like that, though.

“Okay, Logan. I get it.” You shake your head. “I won’t die.” 

“Not yet. We got snacks to eat.” Logan agrees, as he leads you into the kitchen.

/

Logan’s got you working on making hot chocolate as he makes the sandwiches, pan-frying them till the cheese is hot and melty. 

It’s not really a common mix, you think, but you’re just happy to be helping.

“Careful. Milk boils over fast.” Logan comments from next to you, mostly focused on his own side of the stove, and you roll your eyes.

“I know that.” You retort, but as you look away from the stove for one second, the pot of milk nearly does boil over, and you swear, reducing the heat quickly.

Logan starts laughing. “Told you.”

You shove him lightly, and he has a stupid grin on his face, one where you know Logan takes such joy in teasing you at times. Like this is one of the greatest pleasures in life.

You move the milk over to the counter, to let it cool, and then remember something semi-important. 

“Logan? Don’t forget, Scott wanted extra ham for the Hawaiian pizza they’re making tomorrow–” As you’re reminding him, Logan wordlessly shows you the empty ham package, telling you that he used all of it for the sandwiches.

“You snooze, you lose.” Logan shrugs, and you close your eyes in partial defeat, trying not to laugh at his antics.

“I guess, but you never seem to lose, and Scott’s always chewing me out for your ‘mistakes.’” You point at yourself, tongue poking through the side of your mouth, and Logan raises his eyebrows. “Tell me: Am I snoozing, or are you just lucky that I take the blame?”

“Ah, Angel… you’re obviously asleep.” Logan smirks, and you scoff at his audacity, having expected a semi-apology from him. “No one ever said you had to take the blame for my snacks. You could’ve just told him it was Jean, and he wouldn’t have asked any questions.”

You blink at him. “Lying to our team’s leader aside, why Jean?”

“C’mon. Scott’s crazy over her, they’ve been together for however long, and he can never say no to her. It’s the perfect excuse– he wouldn’t even ask her about missing food, so not to offend his sweetheart.” Logan pauses, a thoughtful look taking over his features, and he scratches his chin. “I guess love really is blind.”

“Wow. You had that takeaway based on gaslighting both Scott and Jean? You really are an unfeeling old man.” You giggle, and Logan glances over at you, his face heating up at your laugh, a sweet sound that always pushes a warmth into his chest.

If Logan was honest, he understands Scott perfectly. Sure, he could play the part of the curmudgeonly old man, and lie to you– but in truth, he was doing that because he likes you.

Just like Scott. Logan likes you so much, that he would honestly lie to you just to protect your relationship– whether that be about missing food, or if you talk about some other dude someday, and he has to pretend he’s all ecstatic for you, as he often worries about. 

He knows it’s bad. And he doesn’t like it, either. Logan insists to himself, in pure self denial, that this love he has for you doesn’t exist, because he would rather be given even a little bit of your presence as a friend, than to be entirely shut out by you upon imminent rejection.

But even he knows he protests too much. Of course he loves you, how could he not?

Logan thinks of you as his personal guardian Angel. It’s silly, of course– but you’re the one who helps him make better choices, doing the right thing more often than not. He’s an idiot– you’re a beautiful genius of a woman, and it bothers him so deeply that you keep to yourself.

He looks over at you. You’re chopping up a bar of dark chocolate, and your gaze is intensely focused– Logan has seen the same expression on you when you’re beating up a bad guy. You’re thinking, murmuring something to yourself, probably thinking about hot chocolate.

Your eyes turn wide, glassy, and you inhale sharply.

Logan immediately comes to your side. “Angel?”

Logan’s voice doesn’t fully register to you.

The knife gleams in the low lighting of the kitchen, as you turn it over and over in your hand, dark brown chocolate smudging the blade, and then you look down to your palms.

Where your hands are covered in dark, melted chocolate, after you’ve been holding the chocolate bar to chop it up– the liquid is almost amber in hue. 

“...blood.” You whisper something unintelligible, but Logan catches the last word.

You retch to yourself, hyperventilating over the counter, back hunched over, the knife still clenched in your palm.

“Angel, hey–” Logan squeezes his way between the counter and your right arm, where your hand is holding the knife, and he firmly pulls it away from you, grabbing it blade-first without even thinking about it, and you gasp, shouting at him to get away.

Logan stops, at a loss for words. You’re trembling, you’re no longer holding the knife, but you can’t stop looking at your hands.

He grabs your arms a bit more gently, turning you towards him, and you’re lost in some train of thought that Logan can’t stop.

Mom sliced up one of my hands once… it’s been years, but it looked just like this.

Then I got her back, by accident… it was an accident, Angel.

“What’s wrong?” Logan looks down at you in fear, worry that something may actually be very wrong, and you haven’t told him a thing.

He thinks he shouldn’t have assumed you were always alright. He knows you aren’t– he just finds it difficult to surpass your avoidant attitude. He’s never seen you have a full blown panic attack like this before.

Your wings are subtly twitching again, folded against your back, but threatening to open up to full expanse, and you shake your head, lip quivering, as you look down at the floor.

“I don’t want to hurt anyone.” You utter so softly, so heartbreakingly tiny, and Logan feels himself turning cold at your words, wondering if you’d really done something that terrible.

With a kitchen knife, of all things. He wants to hug you firmly now.

He knows even if it was true– there’s no way that was your fault, no way Logan wouldn’t have sussed that out based on instinct. 

“It isn’t…” Logan starts, wanting to say it wasn’t your fault, but he doesn’t know how that will go over with you. “You’re not going to hurt anyone. Where is that coming from?”

“Just a bad memory.” You say with a shaky breath, the most information you’re willing to give him at this moment, and you know– you know– Logan is never going to be satisfied with that answer.

You don’t want to scare him off. This is the first time you could even say you have a best friend, and you don’t want Logan to pity you or feel like you were incapable of taking care of yourself. You don’t want him to see you like your mother did.

Logan frowns. Then, instead of asking you a question, he traces the back of your wings, which causes a shiver in your body.

You close your eyes, expecting to feel tense, scared, and horrified, but instead you feel calm, almost placid. Being touched by Logan makes you feel like everything is going to be alright.

Your wings stop shaking, and Logan hands you a wet paper towel. You wipe your chocolatey hands, which puts you at ease, seeing your clean hands again. 

“Sorry. I don’t mean to make you my caretaker.” You whisper, always worried about others’ perception of you, and Logan shakes his head.

“I don’t mind, Angel. As long as you’re alright.” Logan has a tentative look on his face, and you’re almost embarrassed, that you like being taken care of so badly, and he hugs you tightly, arms wrapped around your back, a near bone crushing hug that has you nestled in his chest, fit under his jaw as he places his head on top of yours.

Your heartbeat slows down. You’re not panicking any more, but it seems like Logan, too, is reaping some sort of benefit by being so close to you. He inhales deeply, and the sigh rumbles through his chest into you.

You could almost cry. You spent so much of your childhood never being close to anyone, and being held is cathartic in a way you can’t even describe.

Logan doesn’t let go until you do. Then he has the audacity to look a little sheepish, like he had done something un-Logan and uncool, and you almost feel pained, like you should push him away, and go to sleep on your own.

It’s such an odd feeling, to both want his concern, and to wish you never needed to do so.

You stare up at him, and Logan smiles, a soft smile that he hopes reads as comforting rather than a snarl, and you can’t help yourself for what you ask next.

“Could I sleep in your room?” You ask, biting back the immediate disclaimers of it’s okay if you don’t want to. “I’m just better when I’m around you.”

There’s also the thing of waking up Storm if you enter back in now, and explaining that you had yet another panic attack. She’ll be mad.

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s okay.” Logan murmurs, wondering if you meant to make that sound so devotedly sweet, something that causes his insides to seize a little.

He feels better around you, too.

You’re usually good at hiding this side of yourself from him– it’s another step deeper, another step too far into your relationship to take back– and now you worry you’ll never really be able to separate.

Logan ruffles your hair, and all is right again.

/

He makes you eat at least a bite of the sandwich, and sip a little hot chocolate– the rest is placed in the fridge for some other mutant to eat.

Logan won’t let you go to sleep without a meal, or in this case a few nibbles, if he can help it.

“Moods are worse on an empty stomach.” Logan grins, and you smile, feeling a little more at ease.

“You’re not you when you’re hungry.” You joke, and Logan rolls his eyes. 

“Yeah, save that for when we’re pilfering Kurt’s Snickers bars.” He snorts. 

Logan leads you to his room, oddly silent the entire time. It’s not that Logan isn’t typically quiet, it’s that it feels more tense. He’s keeping to himself, and he doesn’t seem to have anything against you– he has only a kind expression for you, when you meet his eyes.

Finally, you both arrive to his bedroom door. Logan is lucky– he doesn’t have to room with anyone– and you’ve been in here plenty of times.

Still, that doesn’t explain why it takes him a second to enter in the room, as you follow him in.

It’s sparsely decorated in here– one poster of the Calgary Flames is on Logan’s wall, and there’s a mug with random, assorted pens on his desk. His bed has never been filled with loads of stuffed animals and pillows like other X-Men (read: Jubilee) would have. There’s a pile of assorted flannels, jackets, and scarves hanging off a coat rack.

It’s comforting, though. Logan is a simple man, and you like being close enough to understand him, to see the small remnants of things he likes.

“Well. The bed’s there, if you’d like. Don’t let me stop you.” Logan points to the bed, and he starts walking towards the leather recliner next to the window.

“Logan. Stop.” You grab him by the arm, and he pauses, slightly scared, mostly enthused by what you’ll say next. “It’s okay with me if we sleep next to each other.”

“...Okay.” Logan watches as you climb into his bed, hoping it’s comfortable, and doing a weird thing of personally memorizing the way you lay and snuggle down, in case you never do this again.

You’re next to the wall, so Logan stays on his side, lying down close to the edge of the bed. And you’re keeping your distance– so is he.

You turn, and Logan is already looking at you. He glances away.

“Good night, Angel.” Logan utters softly, and with that, you turn to your side, to fall asleep.

/

When Logan wakes up, he freezes, so not to move you. Somehow, through out the night, you ended up snuggled around him, sprawled against his chest, your arms lightly wrapping around him.

He loves it. He’s glad to see he’s been useful for once– he gave you a good night’s sleep.

[sparks-and-smoke]

I saw your boredom post and thoughts I'd send in a lil request where you can go ham 😌

How do you think Steve and Reader spend their days off? Is it a couch day, baking day, spa day etc.

Love your work by the way, their en route to reblog whilst I make my bookshelf though

Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers/Female Reader

Content/Warnings: none its fluff again

Author Note: HI! Sorry it's short but sweet

Steve so rarely gets a day off. Between Avengers missions, training, media obligations, and his work with the VA it was a miracle he even had time for you. But he always found time, because he had priorities. and you were at the top of them.

Steve plopped down on the couch next to you with a sigh as you read your latest book. Judging by the cover he didn't even wanna know what it was about. But he couldn't help but rest on your shoulder as he slumped and glanced at the page.

Filth, absolute filth is what it was about. “The sheer girth of him split me in two as I gasped for air. My hands searching for some kind of purchase…” he began to read out loud before you slammed the book shut, turning beet red. “You know Doll if you need to be…split in two... you could have just said so.” 

She smacks him with the novel. “I’m good right now thanks!” 

“I mean, I might need to finish the chapter so I know exactly what you're expecting but, I’m sure with a little research into proper source material.” he snatches the book from your hands. “I’ll be ready to go by lunch.”  

“Steven Grant give that back!” 

Steve hops to his feet. “Oh, I don't think so doll, I think I have some research to conduct.”

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You had thought he was joking, but when Steve Rogers sets his mind to something there is nothing that can stop him. He made it through the chapter in an hour and while he did find the smut to be rather inspiring. He found something else in the book that he want to try, maybe not more per say, but for you. 

He goes upstairs and raids your skin care basket. Sheet masks, lotion, that silly rose quarts rolly thing he watches you use everynight before bed. He tucks them all under his arm and pops down to the kitchen. 

He makes you your favorite hot drink and a bowl of the safe food you were obsessed with 

at the moment, and heads down to where you were crocheting on the couch. 

“Are you terribly busy?” You look up from counting stitches to see your boyfriend, arms full of self care, practically glowing with excitement. “Will you let me spoil you?” 

You sent your task aside, a rush of butterflies filling your stomach. “Are you gonna do it with me?”

“Of course, I'll even let you pick which one I should use.” You beam, and it fills Steve with a deep sense of contentment as he settles down onto the couch with you. He lets you lean back on him as he clumsily attempts to put on the face mask, using the facial roller to work it into your skin. Talking about anything, everything. Realizing that, good lord, he had really missed you. 

He applies lotion to your arms, messaging it into your hands as he kisses your palms. The room is filled with the scent of almond and orange as he giggles with you over Peter’s latest exploit and whatever drama is happening at your work. The moment is filled with sighs and chuckles as you apply the cold tacky mud mask to Steve's nose and cheekbones. 

“Hold still, you're gonna get it in your hair!” 

“Well it's already all over my face, might as well share the wealth.” Steve chuckles, taking time to admire your focused expression. The way your brows furrow and your tongue peaks out when you concentrate. The way your eyes sparkle in the reflection of the city skyline. You are so beautiful, almost tragically so to Steve as he realizes he needs to make more room for nights like this. Just him and his love taking care of eachother. Being human. Not super heroes, or volunteers, or public figures. Just him and his doll, laughing and talking and not worrying about what is around the bend. 

“What?” you ask, wiping the cosmetic mud off your fingers. 

“Nothing, just looking at you. I wanna do this more often.”

“Face masks?” you giggle. 

Steve huffs out a laugh, “No, as lovely as they are, I just wanna spend more time with you like this. Little resets. Where we can just be us.” 

You feel your heart melt. Steve is always trying, always doing what he can to be the best partner he can manage to be on top of all his other responsibilities. It kills you a little that he thinks he still needs to do more. But you wont turn it away. Not when it means more time with the man you love. “I’d love that, maybe next time we can paint. Or we could go sketch pigeons in the park?”

“Whatever you want, baby…”

[hydrangeyes]

Hair Day

So if you don't know, Yes this already existed, my old account was deleted (accident but I can tell I won't be getting it back), and am reposting my old x male reader works!

I don't know if I saved all of them but here is one that was saved to my AO3 account.

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Alright- crack time, So why not do the good ol’ hair dye day?

Short? Super short (also abit old)

Established Dabi/Touya x Male reader

Short insight to personal Dabi theory, that no way did hair dye drip off that easily

Current 10/7/22: lololol If you can't tell I wrote this directly after the dabi hair reveal; man I still feel like it wasn't dye

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“Babe have you seen my-”

You pause mid speech, stunned at the view in front of you. Dabi standing in front of a mirror, hair almost completely white with a convenience store bag messing placed on the toilet.

Still in his (secretly favorite) robe you got him, and black streaks staining his face, he looks up at you in a bit of frustration.

You already knew about his identity and all but seeing his hair, this was a first. Dabi lets out a harsh breath from his nose as he looks at your reflection in the mirror.

“The gel washed out…so was thinking I’d permanently dye it this time.” He grumbles out the explanation and you chuckled softly.

Walking up to him you kiss his cheek and touch the ends of his apparently still-wet hair. You smile sweetly, rubbing light patterns on his hips.

“Mm pretty, what color?”

“Black I- wait you think it’s pretty.”

Dabi frowns looking at you like you’ve lost your mind then glances back at his hair in the mirror. You hum and lean onto his back wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Of course I do. I think everything about you is pretty. Beautiful, stunning, handsome, Gorge-”

Dabi tries to push his hand on your face to shut you up, but you can tell by the tension leaving him and how warm he was getting that he liked the compliments.

“Alright alright shut up. I get it…”

“If you want, I can wash the rest of this gel out and dye it for you?”

He turns in your hold to look at you. You try to hold back how silly the drying gel looked on his face. For the most part his face is unreadable, but you can feel how fast his heart was beating. You can tell how baffled and hesitant he was by the way he looked just barely into your eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. It’ll be fun, can put on a movie, style it a bit to see what you like and then go ham with the dye. It’ll take a bit but it’ll be fun.”

Dabi leans down to press his forehead against yours taking a second to think about it. Dying his hair in the past was always such a hassle, it’s why he switched to gel. But the thought of you helping him do it tugged at something in him, coupled with the compliments…

He places a couple of kisses across your face before giving you a lazy grin.

“Hair day it is.”

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I have alot of headcanons about Dabi and how he treats his hair like shit. And all the time taken to get it an even color. (have you ever tried to die too light of bleached/hair? Ooooooof it takes forever (i say bleaching my hair again), and black dye on white hair? Lmao not 1 session, unless you want it grey and darker in certain areas for no reason

[tyviolett]

Aether x Xiao: A big guardian.

Chapter one:

*At Wangshu Inn, after lunch time...*

－Liyue's food is very different from Mondstast's...for example, Mondstast hardly has any fried and spicy food dishes. －

－¡Oh! That’s why they say we are what we eat, right? There are more chubby people here in Liyue. －Paimon answered, in her typical childish voice. Paimon and Aether were resting after lunch, at one of the outside tables of the inn’s restaurant.

－You're right. Hmm...but Paimon, you eat a lot everywhere. Will you be able to fly if you gain weight? －

Paimon laughed nervously. －¡Don't be silly! Paimon never gets fat. －

－Really? I think you look plumper than you did a few months ago...－ the traveler commented, just to tease her. －Whenever we visit the inn, you eat like there's no tomorrow. －

－¡That's not true! Well...maybe, but just because because the food here is delicious, but Paimon isn't the only one who likes to eat here. Did you notice that even an adeptus eats at this inn? That's because the food here is special.－

－You mean Xiao? This place is special to him, that's why he eats here.－Aether replied, smiling as he remembered how XiaoHe often rushed here from his battles. In the evenings, when he was hungry, the Wangshu Inn was the favorite spot.

－¡Well! But... he doesn't only eat food from here, right? He has tried other dishes, but only if you cook them.－Paimon commented, in a cheerful tone.－DThey say food brings people together. I guess that applies to Xiao as well...and speaking of food...do you think adeptus can get fat like humans?－

Aether laughed at the thought.Xiao might look human, but he wasn't. Paimon was right about him being a picky eater, though. They had met just yesterday, but the traveler suddenly found himself wondering if Xiao would come to see him today, in exchange for cooking him a meal... To be fair, the yashka always showed up whenever the blond called him, but maybe two days in a row was too much.

－It's not long since lunchtime...Paimon, let's cook something for Xiao and then call him.－

Paimon followed the traveler into the kitchen, and handed him the ingredients he asked for. She didn't ask anything, because even the little floating squeaker could sense what was going on. The atmosphere yesterday, when Xiao and Aether launched the lantern together, had been more intimate than usual. She had practically been completely ignored! It was obvious that something was going on between the two, even if she didn't quite understand it. After all, Paimon is a guide, not Cupid.

The blond looked through his recipes. The description was promising: ´´A very nutritious egg dish. Ham and boiled egg on a slice of bread, covered in a creamy mayonnaise sauce. Its delicious taste provides enough motivation to go on an adventure. There's a reason it's the most popular breakfast in the Adventurer's Guild!´´ And all you needed to prepare the famous 'Adventurer's Sandwich' was bread, eggs, and ham. It didn't take long to make, and when he was done, Aether looked at the dish with some pride.

－It's perfect. The egg is just right.－

－Why did you choose a ham and egg sandwich? Paimon has a feeling that it's too simple to give to an adeptus, right?－Paimon asked, with some amusement.

"For someone like Xiao, a simple taste might be better..." Aether replied, without saying much more.

After staring at the plate for a few seconds, as if to make sure everything was okay with the food before offering it to the guard, the traveler took the plate and carried it to one of the tables outside. Now he had to call the yashka, and if everything went well, he would come, eat, and they would be together for a while...

－¡Xiao, please come!－

At that call, the green-haired boy appeared almost immediately. Xiao appeared in front of them both, arms crossed and with a serious expression, as usual. He looked at Paimon, and finally his attention went to Aether.

－What's going on?－He asked, his voice low as usual.

Aether barely had time to blink. He was still having trouble getting used to Xiao appearing so soon. But he stood up to greet her, placing a hand on his chest.－Xiao. You really came.－His tone of voice showed his joy at seeing him. It was difficult to hide it.

The opponent nodded, answering as if it were the most common thing in the world.－You called me.－

And at those words, Aether felt his face heat up. Was he being exaggerated? Xiao's words had sounded excessively sweet, even though the yashka had used the same neutral tone as always.

－Well...I remembered that you usually come to the inn to eat something around this time. I know we saw each other yesterday, but...since the last time we spoke you expressed your desire to learn a little more about human customs, I thought I'd cook you something that I often eat myself.－the blond explained, no doubt giving more explanations than he usually gave to anyone.

Xiao remained silent for several seconds. His head seemed to be going through many places, including the fact that the traveler had interrupted him from his daily chores - which were based on fighting to prevent the current life known to humans from collapsing - to have lunch together. However, although the yashka would normally have complained about such a lack of respect and consideration, this time he nodded gently. He himself did not know why, but it was difficult for him to deny things to Aether. So all his thoughts and momentary internal complaints ended up coming out in the simple form of:

－Alright.－

Aether smiled, clearly satisfied, and they both sat down at the table. Paimon just hovered there, ignored again as they both joined together. And the traveler proceeded to present the dish to Xiao who looked on with some curiosity, because that was clearly not almond tofu, her favorite dish.

－It is a sandwich made with bread, a base of ham, and a poached egg on top.－Aether explains.

Xiao nodded, looking at the only dish on the table.－Aren't you going to eat...?��And the traveler thought he could sense a certain insecurity in Xiao's voice, despite his stoic expression.

The blonde looked at him for several seconds, wanting to figure out what was happening. Could it be that he embarrassed to eat alone? Or maybe he wasn't sure how to eat it? If that so, Aether nodded, taking advantage of the fact that there were two sandwiches on the plate. He didn't have the heart to tell Xiao that he and Paimon had already eaten.

－Oh, yes! Yes, that plate is for both of us to share. And if you like it and want more, I can prepare more food. －Aether assured. He took the sandwich with both hands, and immediately noticed how Xiao imitated him, first taking off his gloves and placing them aside on the table, and then holding the base of the bread.

They both took a bite at the same time. Xiao chewed slowly, with a doubtful expression. But soon his doubt was dispelled, ending in an expression of unconscious satisfaction. The crispy bread, the really tasty roasted ham, and the egg whose interior was soft and orange... a perfect combination. Yashka devoured the sandwich even faster than he usually enjoyed his signature dish.

－Again, it's obvious that you have experience cooking. Traveling everywhere has made you someone skilled.－Xiao assured, his expression softening a little. He seemed relaxed.

Aether showed a bright smile.－So you liked it??－He asks, still not quite believing it.

－I might eat it again, if that's what you're asking.－Xiao replied, nodding his head gently.－I guess not all human food is bad. There are some interesting flavors. My stomach feels a bit heavy though.－

Aether nodded softly. It made sense, he thought, that someone like Xiao who didn't eat often would feel a heavy stomach after eating a single sandwich. His tolerance for certain foods seemed to be something psycho-somatic, and not something really physical. So the traveler saw an opportunity to spend more time together, since Xiao usually left right away.

－So, should we walk in the woods for a while? Walking helps digest food better...－

Xiao nodded, and so they both got up from the table, leaving the restaurant's outdoor area and heading down the path that was surrounded by trees. Paimon followed them quickly, although she already knew that they were both going to continue as if she didn't exist.

For several minutes, both boys walked in silence, simply enjoying each other's company. A gentle breeze stirred the treetops as they slowly walked together. Until Aether began to speak, seeing an opportunity.

－Can I ask you something?－Aether asked in a low voice. At Xiao's nod, the blonde continued.－The first few years you refused to mingle with humans, and with the people at the festival. And I understand why. But... yesterday was different. Yesterday it was you who wanted to participate...－

Xiao nodded gently. Without Aether speaking further, he thought he knew where the matter was going. His voice was soft and slightly hesitant. He himself did not know the reason for some of his current reasons, but the traveler invited him to talk about it. Because he knew he would not be judged.－That's true. Yesterday...it felt different. I think it's because of you. I don't know why, but you're different from the others.－

Aether looked at Xiao questioningly, inviting him to continue talking. He seemed interested in what he was saying. How could he not be? The yashka continued.

－Being with you, I forget the pain...and I stop hearing the screams and gasps that always fill the air. It's like... you're anesthetized.－Xiao tried to explain. －I think that's why your company encourages me to try new things. Because I can finally try to enjoy those experiences without feeling like I'm tearing myself apart... －

Aether spent a few seconds processing this. His voice came out almost guilty.－Is that a good thing? Being alert is something that helps you fight. To do your duty. Right?－

Xiao nodded.－If it was something bad, I wouldn't come to see you. I don't know what you think of me, but I don't usually waste time on things that don't interest me.－The yashka replied in a serious voice. He did not seem to be aware of his own words.－And you don´t need to worry, the distractions you cause are not enough to distract me from my duty. They are simply... a breath of fresh air.－

The blond man paused for a moment, looking at him with some longing. He had barely heard the rest of his sentence. Xiao stopped when he saw the other stop walking, and turned to look at him, confused.

－So you're interested in me...?－Aether asked quietly.

For a few seconds, Xiao stared at Aether as if he didn't quite understand his question. However, he seemed to eventually understand. He nodded timidly.

－I'm not an expert on human relations, but...if caring about you means worrying often, thinking about you more than I usually think about anyone, and...wanting to hear your voice at night, then I think so.－

The traveler gulped and walked slowly again. Xiao followed suit, waiting to hear anything from him. 

－Me tooI've felt that. Often.－Aether began. The next sentence was almost a whisper.－What do you think about human relationships, Xiao?...Romantic ones, I mean.－

The green-haired boy didn't know what to answer. He had never had a relationship like that with anyone. He had never felt love, except perhaps the devotion he felt towards Zhongli for having taken him out of his suffering. But even so, he was aware that his feelings and thoughts for Aether were different from anything he had felt before. And exploring those feelings sounded... tiring and complicated. But perhaps...

－AlwaysI thoughtthat it was a waste of time. Having those feelings for someone, and having a romantic relationship, requires spending a lot of time and energy on someone else. And you don't even have the certainty that it will work out... humans really like to complicate their short lives.－Xiao opined, without any shame. However, he turned slightly, looking at Aether, and his voice softened quite a bit. It was an almost tender tone.－Although...I guess I understand a little why they do it.Feeling can be a pleasurable thing, at times. Heady even. Being able to trust someone enough to express yourself freely sounds...nice.－

Aether gulped. He wasn't sure how to respond. Yes, trusting someone like that was risky, but...for someone like him, who had crossed different worlds, risk was part of daily life.－Yes, something like that. And it's not something that can be avoided. When you feel it, you feel it...－

－Not having control over yourself sounds terrible.－Xiao said. And almost with a touch of grace, he added.－But cI think I've felt some of thatlately.How do you deal with those feelings? If you have experience, you might want to tell me how people come to have that kind of relationship with someone. How do they deal with those rising feelings that settle in your mind and don't go away?－

Aether felt his face heat up. No, he had no romantic experience. But somehow this all seemed to be going somewhere...and he wanted to explore this. So he started talking, trying not to sound so nervous. Who would have thought that the famous traveler who prevented several catastrophes in different nations of Teyvat, now felt so nervous about talking to a yashka about what love is.

－Well, I'm not an expert or anything, but I've...seen it. It all starts with being sure of your feelings for someone. And if the feeling is mutual, a sort of...courtship period begins.－Aether explained slowly. He felt Xiao's gaze fixed on him as they walked.－They give each other gifts, spend time together doing fun things...and then, after a while, they decide if they want to be together or not. I think so. Every relationship is different, and couples go at their own pace.－

Xiao nodded gently, as if he was absorbing the information. He seemed to consider something for a few seconds, and the next thing that came out of his mouth was something that neither Aether, nor Paimon, who crashed into a tree upon hearing it, expected.

－And is it mutual?－

Aether opened his wide eyes, stopping dead in his tracks, as if he hadn't heard him at all.－What?－

－You said the first step is to be sure of your feelings...and then you need to find out if the other person feels the same way.－Xiao said, speaking very quietly. He seemed somewhat embarrassed at having to repeat himself.－I'm sure I think about you all day, and that hear your voice soothes my sorrows. And I never felt this way about... about anyone. So, do you feel the same?－

The blond man stared at Xiao for several seconds. The yashka never lied, and he wasn't the type to joke around either. Maybe he was being blunt, but... he wasn't lying. He sure as hell wasn't. So Aether nodded softly.

－Y...yes. Yes, I feel that way too.－Aether muttered, feeling his hands sweat slightly.－Yes. I also think about you during my travels, and often, when I have the chance to rest, I think about how your company would make everything more special.－

Xiao nodded slightly, looking at him. Aether had a special charm, and sometimes, if you stared at him, you could almost sense his otherworldly aura, and the way his eyes would draw you in. So, the yashka felt that just saying it wasn't enough. If the 'courtship' period involved spending time together and giving gifts, then...

－Xiao..?－

Before Aether could say anything else, Xiao vanished before his eyes. Paimon floated over, surprised.

－Where did he go?? Paimon thought you two were finally going to make progress on this!－the little flyer exclaimed, looking around.

But moments later, Xiao Re appeared in the same place. And in his hands he had... a chingxin flower. He let out a small sigh, and approached, placing the flower in Aether's hair, just behind his ear. And the blond was so surprised, that he felt his face hot as if he had a fever. He couldn't remember the last time he had wanted to run away from a place, even if it wasn't for something negative.

Under Aether's and Paimon's inquisitive gaze, and the atmosphere suddenly so tense, the yashka spoke with some embarrassment.－I... thought giving gifts was part of... courtship?－he asked quietly, slowly pulling his hand away, as if he feared he had made a terrible mistake.

With his face as red as a ripe tomato, Aether nodded softly. Yes, that was part of courtship. But he was more focused on what this gift meant. The blond nodded softly.

－Yes...yes, that's what it means. But, you...do you want to have a relationship with me? I mean...－Aether took a few steps, gently taking Xiao's hand. He looked at him silently for a few seconds, and spoke again.－Do you want to try to be my...partner?－

And the traveler asked that for a reason. Because when it came to Xiao, saying that their relationship could become a courtship was almost insulting. Their bond was much stronger than that... And when he saw the other side nod softly, Aether brought their bodies a little closer. One of his gloved hands delicately took the yashka's slim waist, and the other cupped his cheek gently.

－Can I?－

This time it was Xiao who blushed, feeling his body burning. He had seen human kisses. He had always thought that such kind of physical contact was totally unnecessary. But right now, the traveler’s lips looked… seductive. As if they were inviting him to taste them. So he nodded softly, looking at Aether.

－Yes...if it's part of the process, then there's no choice, right?－he said, clearing his throat softly.

Green and yellow merged subtly. First it was a slight approach of their faces, at which Paimon covered her eyes immediately. Then, Aether raised his chin, at a pace that would allow Xiao to stop if he wanted to. And when he saw that the yashka did not seem to have any intention of stopping the contact, he finally joined his lips with his, in a tender and somewhat clumsy kiss. Neither of them moved at first, as if they were testing the other and deciding if they were to their liking. Until Xiao moved his hand subtly, gently clinging to the blond's arm.

－Mm..－

They finally parted, or at least their lips did. Aether moved his hand, caressing a lock of the yashka's hair.

－So...? How it feels?－Aether asked quietly, afraid that Xiao hadn't enjoyed their little exchange. But his expression softened when he heard what came out of his mouth...

－I might do it again, if that's what you're asking...－

And then, Aether knew they would both be okay.

[7r0773r]

The Hard Life by Flann O’Brien

It is not that I half knew my mother. I knew half of her: the lower half—her lap, legs, feet, her hands and wrists as she bent forward. Very dimly I seem to remember her voice. At the time, of course, I was very young. Then one day she did not seem to be there any more. So far as I knew she had gone away without a word, no good-bye or good night. A while afterwards I asked my brother, five years my senior, where the mammy was.

—She is gone to a better land, he said.

—Will she be back?

—I don't think so.

—Mean to say we'll never see her again?

—I do think we will. She is staying with the old man.

At the time I found all this very vague and unsatisfying. I had never met my father at all but in due time I was to see and study a faded brown photograph—a stern upright figure wearing great moustaches and attired in a uniform with a large peaked cap. I could never make out what the uniform stood for. He might have been a field marshal or an admiral, or just an orderly officer in the fire brigade; indeed, he might have been a postman.

My memory is a bit mixed about what exactly happened after the mammy went away, but a streel of a girl with long lank fair hair arrived to look after myself and the brother. She did not talk very much and seemed to be in a permanent bad temper. We knew her as Miss Annie. At least that is what she ordered us to call her. She spent a lot of time washing and cooking, specializing in boxty and kalecannon and eternally making mince balls covered with a greasy paste. I got to hate those things.

—If we're ever sent to jail, the brother said one night in bed, we'll be well used to it before we go in. Did you ever see the like of the dinner we're getting? I would say that woman Annie is a bit batty.

—If you mean the mince balls, I said, I think they're all right—if we didn't see so many of them, so often.

—I'm certain they're very bad for us.

—Well, that paste stuff is too thick.

—How well the mammy thought nothing of a bit of ham boiled with cabbage once a week. Remember that?

—I don't. I hadn't any teeth at that time. What's ham?

—Ham? Great stuff, man. It's a class of a red meat that comes from the County Limerick.

That's merely my recollection of the silly sort of conversation we had. Probably it is all wrong. (pp. 3-5)

***

When the tea things had been cleared away, Mr. Collopy resumed reading his paper, but after a time he suddenly sat up and glared at the brother, who was dozing opposite him at the range.

—I want a word with you, mister-me-friend, he said abruptly.

The brother sat up.

—Well? he said. I'm here.

—Do you know a certain party by the name of Sergeant Driscoll of the D.M.P.?

—I don't know any policemen. I keep far away from them. They're a dangerous gang, promoted at a speed that is proportionate to the number of people they manage to get into trouble. And they have one way of getting the most respectable people into very bad trouble.

—Well is that a fact? And what is the one way?

—Perjury. They'd swear a hole in an iron bucket. They are all the sons of gobhawks from down the country.

—I mentioned Sergeant Driscoll of the D.M.P.——

—The wilds of Kerry, I'll go bail. The banatee up at six in the morning to get ready thirteen breakfasts out of a load of spuds, maybe a few leaves of kale, injun meal, salt and buttermilk. Breakfast for Herself, Himself, the eight babbies and the three pigs, all out of the one pot. That's the sort of cods we have looking after law and order in Dublin.

—I mentioned Sergeant Driscoll of the D.M.P. He was here this morning. God help me, being interviewed by the police has been my cross, and at my time of life.

—Well, it is a good rule never to make any statement. Don't give him the satisfaction. Say that you first must see your solicitor, no matter what he is accusing you of.

—Accusing me of? It had nothing to do with me. It was you he was looking for. He was making inquiries. There may yet be deleterious ructions, you can take my word for that.

—What, me? And what have I done?

—A young lad fell into the river at Islandbridge, hurt his head and was nearly drowned. He had to be brought to hospital. Sergeant Driscoll and his men questioned this lad and the other young hooligans with him. And your name was mentioned.

—I know nothing about any young lads at Islandbridge.

—Then how did they get your name? They even knew this address, and the Sergeant said they had a little book with this address here on the cover.

—Did you see the book?

—No.

—This is the work of some pultogue that doesn't like me, one that has it in for me over some imaginary grievance. A trouble-maker. This town is full of them. I'm damn glad I'm clearing out. Give me a bloodthirsty and depraved Saxon any day.

—I've never known you not to have an answer. You are the right stainless man. 

—I refuse to be worried about what brats from the slums say or think, or fat country rozzers either. 

—Those youngsters, Sergeant Driscoll said, were experimenting with a frightfully dangerous contraption, a sort of death machine. They had fixed a wire across the Liffey, made fast to lampposts or trees on either side. And this young bosthoon gets his feet into a pair of special slippers or something of the kind. What do you think of that? 

—Nothing much, except it reminds me of a circus. 

—Yes, or The Dance of Death at the Empire Theatre at Christmas. Lord look down on us but I never heard of such recklessness and sinful extravaganza. It is the parents I pity, the suffering parents that brought them up by wearing their fingers to the bone and going without nourishing food in their old age to give the young poguemahones an education. A touch of the strap, night and morning, is what those boyos badly need. 

—And how did one of them get into the water? 

—How do you think? He gets out walking on this wire until he's halfway, then he flies into a panic, gets dizzy, falls down into the deep water, hitting his head off a floating baulk of timber. And of course not one of those thooleramawns could swim. It was the mercy of God that a bailiff was within earshot. He heard the screaming and the commotion and hurried up. But an unemployed man was there first. Between the pair of them they got this half-drowned young character out of the river and held him upside down to drain the water out of him.

—And the pinkeens, the brother interposed.

—It was a direct act of Providence that those men were there. The high-wire genius had to be lurried into hospital, Jervis Street, and there is no need to try to be funny about it. You could be facing murther today, or manslaughter.

—I've told you I had nothing to do with it. I know nothing. I am unaware of the facts.

—I suppose you'd swear that.

—I would.

—And you have the brazen cheek to sit there and accuse the long-suffering D.M.P. of being addicted to perjury.

—And so they are.

—Faith then, and if I was on the jury I would know who to believe about that Islandbridge affair.

—If I was charged with engineering that foolish prank, I would stop at nothing to unmask the low miscreant who has been trying to put stains on my character.

—Yes, I know right well what you mean. One lie would lead to another till you got so bogged down in mendacity and appalling perjury that the Master of the Rolls or the Recorder or whoever it would be would call a halt to the proceedings and send the papers to the Attorney-General. And faith then your fat would be in the fire. You could get five years for perjury and trying to pervert the course of justice. And the same Islandbridge case would be waiting for you when you came out.

—I don't give a goddam about any of those people.

—Do you tell me? Well, I do. This is my house.

—You know I'm leaving it very soon.

—And Sergeant Driscoll said you were to call at College Street for an interview.

—I'll call at no College Street. Sergeant Driscoll can go to hell.

—Stop using bad, depraved language in this house or you may leave it sooner than you think. You are very much mistaken if you think I am content to be hounded and pestered by policemen over your low and contemptible schemes to delude simple young people——

—Oh, rubbish!

—And rob them, rob them of money they never earned but filched from the purses of their long-suffering parents and guardians.

—I told you I don't know any simple young people at Islandbridge. And any young people I do know, they're not simple.

—You have one of the lowest and most lying tongues in all Ireland and that's a sure fact. You are nothing but a despicable young tramp. May God forgive me if I have been in any way to blame for the way I brought you up.

—Why don't you blame those crows, the holy Christian Brothers? God's Disjointed.

—I have warned you several times to stop desecrating my kitchen with your cowardly blackguarding of a dedicated band of high-minded Christian teachers.

—I hear Brother Cruppy is going to throw off the collar and get married.

— Upon my word, Mr. Collopy said shrilly, you are not too old to have a stick taken to. Remember that. A good thrashing would work wonders. (pp. 99-104)

[arpmemething2]

Icarly starters

Send one for my muse’s response.   Feel free to change pronouns as needed.

"Who's the dude playing in our toilet?"

"If you're looking for my pork pot pie, a cop ate it!"

"I know you have a crush on me"

"No more panties on the stairs!"

"I'd rather have a shirt made of ham."

"Man, is there anything money can't do?"

"You know, most guys have to get married to suffer this kind of abuse."

"We're never coming back to Wisconsin!"

"I don't know how to respond to that."

"I need to get more gas for my mowing machine!"

"You know, there are more important things in life than free meat."

"I can't take being dead, being dead is so boring!!"

"Hey, if you find 20,000 bucks in there will you give them to my mom so she'll stop crying?"

"Why is the counter wet and sticky?"

"I don't think hobos enjoy swimming."

"This is worse than the time you dared me to lick the swing set."

"Being a grown up doesn't mean you've got to stop being silly and creative and fun"

"You duct-taped my mouth shut!"

"I need to make myself attractive!"

"I wanna MARRY this boy!"

"We're gonna go find 'em and kick 'em in their Dingos!"

"My hair feels like it was attacked by a vacuum cleaner."

"If a guy wants a date with Mama, he should ask me. And pay for it. Or he can just give me the money and stay out of my life."

"There's nothing wrong with being in a book club!"

"Don't you think we both deserve one nice dance tonight? With the person we don't wanna kill?"

"What's wrong with you? ...I mean, other that the usual stuff that's wrong with you!

"Boys are just so cute when they're asleep."

"I’m not doing this for likes. I’m doing this to connect with people."

"I like seeing you get all feisty."

"They're not wrestling."

"I'll go get my boobs!"

"You love spaghetti tacos and you sing a song while making them."

"Is Santa Clause here to tell me I'm ugly and have no friends."

"I would have been the worst lawyer."

"Why do they put a bone right in the middle of a ham?"

"People sure love pun food!"

"Aw, come on!"

"I don't know what's going on here... But, I think I like it!"

"It makes me want to puke up blood."

"Will someone please put a brassier on that clown!?!?"

"I'm getting curvier everyday."

"There's so much not right about you."

"You haven’t posted for a month. In internet years, that’s decades."

"I may be an idiot, but I'm not stupid."

"Wanna go out in the hall and kiss?"

"Why can't I marry this pie?"

"On what planet is there squirtable fruit?"

"I know I've changed and all, but just how bad would it be if for one second I ripped her head off her body?"

"I love making fudge for people!"

"They're always kicking me out of that place!"

"What do hobos have to do with science?"

"You promised you'd stop drinking milk in the shower!"

"You know, I'm not sure if it's fair to blame the bus 'cause you fell asleep."

"Why are you drinking ketchup?"

"Oh my god!  Oh my god!  Oh my god!"

"Why are all Americans such idiots!?"

"I'm not giving you a sponge bath while you watch TV! Not after last time..."

"Oh, well pardon me for thinking that all foods and beverages could get along!"

"We could just tell him he can't sing on our show because he sounds like a pile of poo."

"Hey, remember the time I got stuck to the sidewalk? And that panda bear started – wait, that was a dream."

"I love hobos!"

"When you're rich you can make up words, now pungulate your fruit bar"

"Lying is easy, just say something like it's true."

"Dresses are very comfortable"

"Help!! I'm being sprayed!!! IT'S NOT WATER!!!!"

"Uh... cool glasses."

"I don't have leg hair!!"

"He's a big sack of yoghurt with a face! Baggles!!!"

"Are we really gonna go shoplifting?"

"I've been tased before...it's not that bad...it's actually quite a rush!"

"Mama knows her fat cakes."

"I think people will see it’s a mutual thing. "

"That must be hard loving someone who doesn't love you back."

"I'm sorry I puked on your shoulder."

"We need a table as far away from them as possible!"

"Fine, I’ll wear it to bed and only that."

"I'm not selling a yam to somebody that doesn't know her yam from her sweet potato!"

"What happened!? I heard Jamaicans!"

"You wrote your laptop's serial number on a marshmallow?"

"Stupid cops... not cleaning up after themselves... interrupting our web show... making me grumble to myself.."

"Everyone's innocent 'til proven cheaty!"

"I'm not a man-girl anymore!!!"

"I hate flowers.  Bugs sit upon them and make poo."

"It's been four hours, I think you need to get off the kitchen table."

"Now if you'll excuse us, we have a contest to win."

"Okay, what have I told you about kidnapping?"

"Excuse me, is there a problem with these kids who may or may not be with me?"

"When temperatures get high, the elderly will start to die!"

"If they offer you Oystamato just say no!!"

"You feel the rue?  Ya FEEL IT?"

"I'm in love with you, you just wanna be friends, and I'm totally cool living with that constant pain!"

"Who has urine trouble?"

"I love you guys so much, so get."

"I give good foot massages. Just putting that out there"

"At least you’re pretty."

"What are you, a cop?"

"Bad thoughts lead to bad actions."

"Do you think this dress is a little too... saucy?"

"No need to be hurtful."

"What if we kidnap him and keep him tied up 'til after the show?"

"You're the queen of the jerks!"

"Just keep kissing those frogs, this prince can wait."

"This lamp doesn't even have a light bulb! Just a potato!!"

"You know what? You are so right. And I'm sitting here with an Australian Eskimo with ointment all over his bumbleberry!"

"Look at that boy... look at him. I want that for Christmas."

"Her husband is the president"

"My favorite part of the fish, cap'n!"

"She wants you to hurt me with butter?"

"No one can hear you scream in a purple robot costume."

"When my mom buys a new bikini, she usually wears it around for a couple of days to 'break it in.'"

"Wearing blue and khaki makes me feel like a nub!"

"The tux is the key!"

"Your grounded for...till college."

"Haha, look!  His arm came off!  Haha, yeah!  Why don't you stay for dinner and RIP MY HEART OUT!"

"I'm not good with pets that... eat on a regular basis..."

"You guys just stood there eating cake while I was tampered with!?"

"What person orders 200 pillows!?"

"The internet is really smart.""Look, I know it's scary for you to let your feelings out, because you never know if a person you care about will like you back. Everyone feels that way, but you'll never know what can happen if you don't... Try."

"You wanna make the toilet water turn blue?"

"Ok, I don't see any criminal activity but I do see a jogger who really should be wearing a bra. Poor guy."

"That dentist due's really going to pay you a thousand dollars for that?"

"My mom thinks I'm awesome!"

"Well my arm doesn't have spellcheck!"

"That's good BBQ Sauce."

"Well, when someone's in a new relationship, it's like they're blind to everything else but that other person. Like when I started dating that girl, Jennifer. I had a bad case of poison ivy for two whole weeks and I didn't even know."

"I'm not slipping by choice! Stupid gravity!"

"Where else am I going to open a restaurant? I can't do it on the roof! I'd be visible to helicopters!"

"Don't use words I can't understand."

"I really need that laptop fixed... especially since I have no boyfriend"

"I can't go back to Law School, it was the worst 72 hours of my life!!"

"That fish had hopes and dreams."

"Your work disgusts me."

"Put the cuffs on loose would ya? I don't like it when they dig into my wrist."

"Is that a sock full of butter?"

"Electrical wiring just isn't your thing"

"I just need to wash my hands.  They smell like clams."

"It's a beauty pageant, not a BOOBY pageant!"

"I promised my mom I wouldn't cause any more trouble with the US Government!!"

"You know anyone but me would punch ya right in the head."

"I'm a plant murderer. One day they'll make a movie about me called: 'The Plant Murderer.'"

"I feel like my face is physically incapable of smiling"

"Your guess was so far off that we're calling your parents and having you tested."

"Hey, guess what? ...I started using deodorant."

"Some people are just born with the weenie gene!"

"My mom voted for your husband!"

"Did she say butter sock?"

"Maybe you want to put your vest back on."

"My head's jacked! I'm bonkers!"

"They sell pants for men now."

"These pants are squeezing me in ways you can't understand."

"What if we talk like this forever? I'll never have a boyfriend!"

"Okay, we're in a serious situation here. This is no time for you to bust a move."

"Strike while the meatball is rancid."

"Good, embrace your inner daffodility."

"It doesn't even taste like chicken."

"You could fit a body in there...if you had to."

"Maybe I should wear a bunny suit on our next date."

"All you ever think about is ham."

"I swear! I'm going to the kitchen to get a drink, and I'm not even walking! No! I'm riding my assistant!"

"I don't want to move to Yakima! It sounds like someone throwing up!"

"What kind of fauxpology is that?"

"I'm not all about goofy antics and spontaneous fires"

"What happens to us in the future? Do we become hobknockers or something?"

"Don't you give me ultimatums."

"That's an insane amount of cheese. It embarrasses me."

"No, I mean we rub ourselves with seet mustard and sing song tunes."

"How did this happen? You guys have a relationship and I have a magnetic fish!"

"Show me what you can become. There's a dream in everyone and it's all real. I'm telling you how I feel..."

"Okay, I'll prank someone! Score one for peer pressure!"

"I'm too full to ever go anywhere ever again!"

"I'm sick! I feel like butt!"

"Hey guys, look! I'm buttering my face! What!?!? My face isn't toast!"

"The least we can do is nothing."

"It was first day of seventh grade and my dad told me 'You gotta learn how to tie your own shoes. It's important.' Now I can tie my own shoes without even thinking about it!"

"Mama don't like saying chiz twice."

"You're blurry. Pretty, blurry girl."

"What do you say we move this little party to the couch?"

"I don't like working! I don't know how people do it. It's horrible! Th-they don't let you sleep, or watch TV, or go online, and they expect you to be nice to all the customers! And I'm not even allowed to eat the chili. Do you know what it's like to be me, surrounded by giant pots of chili and not allowed to eat it?"

"You want me to use a turkey baster to suck water out of your ear?"

"And we're clear!"

"A cute boy is gonna be here any minute and I'm all wrinkled like an elderly raisin!!"

"Wow, that greeting was uncool in so many ways."

"Help!! I have a cute date in less than 30 minutes!!!!!"

"You just wanna flirt with models in swimsuits!"

"Wet and sticky is very icky. Sticky and wet makes mommy upset."

"Which is why I say, the potato is superior to the sports bra."

"That is the last time I'll ever lie."

"Awww... he wants to be our geek."

"I don't take my shirt off anymore. Not without a good reason, like to swim or take a shower."

"Yeah, I had to do a lot of things, but I don't."

"Oops, I forgot my lucky fishing hat"

"Do you guys think I should get my eyebrows thinned?"

"Oh, excuse me for not being skilled at removing hams from my pants!"

"Never underestimate the power of shirtless European men in swimsuits!"

"Ok, no fighting, no dog food, but I will wear the bikini top!"

"If I wasn't worried, would I be drinking water with this expression on my face?"

"Do you want to see an old man cry?  Because it's not as funnya s you think!"

"My bed is a place for me to sleep, not a place for your Mexican fiesta platters!"

"I once met a freaky rabbi in vegas."

"I wrote down all your phone messages in here, which I've organized into three piles; From your mother, Death threats, and Death threats from your mother."

"This is why we’ve stayed friends all these years. Creepy genius."

"I feel like a daffodil."

"You set me up!"

"Look, if you wanna keep staying here then no more eating ethnic food on my bed!!"

"Who knew getting in trouble would be so impossible?"

"Oh my God, he's so hot I wanna bake cookies on him!"

"Oh come on, having a miserable life isn't all that bad.  Sometimes my mother laughs."

"You'd rather do comedy with a sack of yogurt than me!?"

"I'll try not to take that the wrong way."

"It's one of a kind.  Just like you."

"You think that just because you're on a popular webshow that you deserve some kind of special treatment?"

"It's ok! They didn't get the bacon!"

"Does he make it to banana land?"

"Shall we test your skills with a tenacious flogger?"

"You keep making out with your stuffed animals!"

[fluffomatic]

I'm curious about what happened in your dream!

Ahhh I'm glad ur curious! So I'm just gonna paste the story how I told my friend cause I don't feel like retyping it all. The only thing I changed was how I referred to them cause when I told her the dream they were still unnamed, undesigned characters. Hope you like a bit of a long read! Nothing too bad and I'm not going into a lot of detail but maybe one day I'll write a fic about it! Rest under the cut!

So basically, I had a dream with one of my antags warriors getting captured by Tanner and Anna. The warrior is a white-haired, expert magic user, so they secluded him in this white room, attached bracelets that weakened his magic abilities and removed his shoes, replacing them with "special boots". Sure, you can figure out what kinda boots they were, lol. I've been seeing others designing tickle shoes so I guess my brain decided it really liked it 🤣 So Ilkari didn't know what the shoes were at first and was demanding answers but he was ignored as the workers who changed his shoes left him in the room alone. He sat there waiting until suddenly the shoes slowly started filling with a liquid that made his feet more sensitive and shortly after the shoes flared to life. It started slow and very soft to let him know what exactly was happening. He was left a giggling silly mess. After a while of soft, gentle tickling, the boots get worse and worse until he's screaming with laughter. After enough time, Tanner shuts the boots off and joins Ilkari in the room. They take them off him and rub his feet to calm him down and starts to ask him questions about Lucifer. He quickly spills cause Tanner is actually nice to him, and he doesn't realize a leader could be nice. Embarrassingly, he realized he actually likes being tickled. Tanner gives him this belt thingy and sends him back to his old master. Tanner isn't gonna hold this guy prisoner, and he's too embarrassed to tell Lucifer what happened to him so they're fine. The belt is more like a corset that doesn't actually smoosh anything, lol. Basically, it's connected to this mannequin torso that Tanner has, and every time Ilkari is alone before bed, Tanner will tickle him via the mannequin. One day, Ilkari's friend, who is also a warrior, comes to visit right before the whole tickling thing is supposed to happen. His friend, Ulrich, looks like Thor but from the game God of War, but instead of red, long hair, it's shorter, and he's got a big beard. He's super tall and kind of stoic, but he has a soft spot for his friends. Big demon softy, basically. Ilkari tries to get Ulrich to leave but he won't and soon he's doubled over trying not to laugh. Ulrich is confused and he has no choice but to explain what happened, which was hard cause Tanner was going ham now so he was laughing like a maniac. Ulrich takes him back to Tanner's castle and they bring them both to their bedroom. They take the corset off of Ilkari and let's him rest as they and Ulrich sit and talk. After some time he realizes how much better Tanner is and they both decide to stay. And now they both get tickled by Tanner cause of course Tanner would try to tickle Ulrich too! They collect lees.

[bibliosophist]

Even Roses Wither

Asmo x GN!MC. This is an angsty one. More or less SFW.

***

Though you still have a long way to go, you’ve learned how to harness your magical powers to freeze the aging process. Like Solomon, you will continue to exist as you are right now until you decide to remove the spell. Demons have extreme longevity, but they aren’t immortal- and though the process is slow, they will age just like humans. How will Asmodeus, the Jewel of the Heavens and Avatar of Lust, cope with a partner who will remain at their physical peak long after his is over?

A/N: Asmo wears glasses while he’s playing guitar in the “A Song from the Heart” card, so it’s my HC that he wears reading glasses. Fight me.

***

Asmodeus is propped up against a mountain of pillows, glasses perched on his nose as he reads on his D.D.D. He smiles at you when he notices you noticing him, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. You can’t help but giggle, pressing your toes into that one spot just below his ribs where you know he’s most ticklish. He gasps in mock outrage, seizing your calf and trapping it against the bed. You both grin, and your heart does a little somersault. You don’t know how, of all the creatures in the Three Realms, you’re the one lucky enough to be with him.

He continues to stroke the skin of your leg as he goes back to reading, and you to scrolling through Devilgram. A new photo pops up when you refresh your feed. It’s Mammon, and he’s posted a picture of himself overlaid with a filter that makes him look like an old man. He’s hamming it up for the camera, a thick blanket tossed over his shoulders while he holds a pool cue like a cane. You can’t help but snicker- has he always had such a strong resemblance to Lucifer? You make a mental note to ask at breakfast tomorrow.

You hit the little button that lets you apply the filter to your own camera. The effect is immediate and, in your opinion, absolutely hilarious. Augmented folds of skin force your eyelids to droop while your cheeks are hollowed out and your jowls sag. The saturation of your eyes has been turned up, and an opaque layer of silver has been added over your hair. You’re quite sure that you look more like the Ghost of Christmas Past than any real senior citizen you’ve ever met. You save several pictures of you pulling increasingly ridiculous faces before turning your attention to Asmo.

“Hey baby, come try this filter with me. It’s so silly.” He literally leaps at the offer, tossing his D.D.D. and glasses onto the nightstand before crawling up the bed to lay beside you. He nuzzles into your neck, tossing an arm around your waist before turning to face the camera.

It takes a moment for him to understand what he’s seeing. When he does his whole body jerks with the shock and he shoves himself away from you, scrambling to get out of the frame.

You’ve always thought that he had the most adorable surprised face. You giggle again, reaching out for him. “Come back, I didn’t get a single picture.” He recoils from your outstretched hand, standing up from the bed and turning his back to you.

Something in your chest constricts. That wasn’t the response you were expecting. “Asmo,” you say, trying to slide into his field of vision. “Baby, it’s just a stupid filter. What’s the matter?”

He pivots away from you, heading for the door. You don’t realize his shoulders are actually shaking until he pauses to reach for the knob.

“Sweetheart,” you rush to catch your boyfriend, grabbing his hand before he can make it over the threshold. “Please tell me what’s wrong. I don’t understand what just happened there.”

He spins around to face you, ripping his hand from yours. When he speaks, it’s through clenched teeth. “You don’t understand?” How long have you known me now? I know humans aren’t always quick on the uptake, but come on (Y/N).”

You draw back as if he’s slapped you. You desperately rack your brain, trying to think of any reason that the filter would affect him so strongly. Does he really think you’re slow? Is he right?

“How could you make me look so... so hideous? Why would you ever do something like that? Even Belphie isn’t heartless enough to pull such a crass prank.”

“But- I didn’t- it’s just a stupid filter!”

Asmo scoffs in response. His body is so rigid it looks as if somebody has shocked him; his jaw is clenched tight enough that you swear you can see the outlines of his teeth through his cheeks.

“You know you don’t actually look anything like that, right?” You realize it’s stupid as soon as you’ve said it, but maybe he’s right- your brain really isn’t operating at full power right now.

Asmo rolls his eyes, derision practically oozing from his pores. You never imagined he could look so cold, let alone that he could direct such a gaze at you. You feel as if your stomach has dropped and settled somewhere around your ankles.

“Of course I know that, (Y/N). I’m fully aware of how incredibly beautiful I am,” he looks you up and down, a gesture that usually sets a fire in your stomach but sends nothing but shivers through you now. “And I know the kind of status having me in your bed brings you.” When he speaks next his voice is thin and sharp, like ice right before it cracks. “After all, you’re the human who tamed the great Asmodeus.”

“Asmo,” you say, your voice barely a whisper as the tears threaten to spill over. You sit down heavily, the bed that the two of you spent so many hours wrapped up together in feels cold and hard beneath you. If you had thought his words hurt before, now it feels as if he’s reached into your ribcage and pushed his perfectly manicured nails right into your heart.

You bury your face in a pillow- a pillow that smells just like the man that’s standing in front of you, tears running down his own face. You’ve seen him cry before- his eyes glittering and cheeks turning the prettiest shade of pink- but this is nothing like that. There’s a moment’s pause, and then he’s dropping to his knees, burying his head in your lap.

“Oh (Y/N), oh darling. I’m so sorry,” he sobs. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean that.” He throws his arms around your hips, squeezing as if he’s trying to meld your bodies together. You sit like that for a long time, the only sounds in the room are those of your whimpers and his sobs. When he finally calms down enough to speak, Asmo raises his head from your lap. Even covered in tears and mucus, he looks like an angel. “W-will you let me explain?”

Seeing the man you love in pain is what finally breaks the dam holding your tears back; they flow down your cheeks in an unbroken stream as you just nod, not trusting yourself to speak.

“I... when I saw myself like that, it... it reminded me that someday I won’t look like this anymore. I- I’m afraid of what I’m going to look like in five hundred years- in a thousand. It-” he breaks off, sucking in a deep breath to fight back his emotions. “It’s starting even now. I know you must see it.”

You search Asmo’s face, his beautiful, familiar face. It takes you a long time to notice, but eventually you do see it- the slightest impression of crow’s feet starting at the corners of his eyes. They’re so faint they look like prints in sand after they’ve been washed over by the tide. If you hadn’t been looking for them, you never would have been able to pick them out.

“It’s getting difficult to keep up with my routine. I’m so tired of it, (Y/N). I’m so tired of spending all my time and money trying to fight off what’s going to happen anyway,” he hiccups, another wave of sobs shaking his slight frame. “I shouldn’t have taken it out on you, I’m so sorry.”

You sniffle, holding your own tears back as you set the pillow aside to card your hands through his silky hair. “We c-can talk about that later. But why didn’t you just tell me how you f-felt? If there’s anyone in this world who can understand how terrifying the thought of growing old is...” you let your voice trail off as you fight your emotions for control. “How many years did I spend here before I was strong enough to put my body in stasis? Do you not think that I had those same fears every single day? The first time you kissed me all I could think about was how much time there would be before the l-last time.”

At your words Asmo begins to wail. The noise rips through your body, vibrating in your bones. He pulls you towards him until his face is pressed against your stomach. You hold him through it, rubbing circles into his back as your shirt grows wet. It takes a long time, but eventually he calms down enough to hear you.

“If there’s anyone who gets the fear of aging, it’s me. Please talk to me.”

He sits back on his heels, holding one of your hands between both of his as he gulps for air. You reach out with your free hand, using your sleeve to wipe the snot from his nose before it can drip into his mouth. His eyes go wide.

“H-how can you do that? How can you t-touch that- m-me when I’m disgusting like this?”

“Oh, Asmo. It’s you. Nothing about you disgusts me.”

“You say that now, because under it I’m s-still beautiful. What’s going to be left of me when I’m n-ot anymore? Wh-what about when I can’t...” he looks at the bed, the implication clear.

“What are you talking about? Darling, is that all you think there is to you?” He looks up at you, confusion clear on his face.

“What else is there?” He says it with such conviction, as if he’s absolutely positive that you won’t be able to answer him.

“Oh, sweetheart. No,” you say, taking his face between your hands. “You’re so many things beyond the way you look. You’re passionate and creative, your imagination is second to none. And you’re funny- you’re so funny. You’re quick-witted; you’ve always got a snappy comeback. You’re observant and giving. You always know how I’m feeling, even before I do, and you do everything in your power to make me happy. Asmo, you make me feel seen for the first time in my entire life. The physical stuff is what I love about you the least.”

He sniffles again, pressing his warm cheek into your hand. He’s quiet for a long time. When he finally speaks, he says “Do you really think all that? Nobody has ever... You’re the only person who’s ever seen beyond how I look, or what I can do with my body.”

“Then I feel sorry for them,” you say, running your thumb over his skin. “They’ve been missing out.”

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! Big thanks to @amistytown for beta reading. Please let me know what you think, and if you did like it hit that reblog button.

[finelinevogue]

Oh gods I just have one of the Cuttest blurbs request (I think so):

H and his lovie are at a meadow having a picnic and later on she’s on his lap and he’s starts reading her a romantic type of book. Just pure fluff :))

i’m going to cry this concept has my heart :((

Finally, the rain had stopped

Every day for the past week the sky had weeped in bucket fulls, meaning that you’d been stuck inside with Harry all of that time. Now you two normally aren’t phased by the rain but this weather was combined with hailstorms and Harry didn’t feel comfortable letting you out in it.

The sun was smiling today. So was Harry.

“What’s got you so happy?” You asked, as you continued to wash the dishes in the sink with the hot and soapy water. You’d both just had a lovely homemade smoothie bowl to start your lush morning.

“Just you,” Harry smirked and moved closer to you to lean against the counter, “in fact, i’m going to take you out on a date today.”

“Oh you are, are you?” You smirked, finishing the last of the dishes and placing them off to the side.

“Yes so go and get your cute bum ready.” He slapped your behind as you left the room, causing you to flip him the bird in humour.

••••

The meadow was peaceful.

Life couldn’t get any prettier than this. Whilst Harry would argue that you were prettier, he couldn’t doubt that his surroundings were ethereal.

The field was covered in wild flowers. Sky blues, lavender purples, rosy pinks and sherbet lemons painted the dainty flowers that danced with the wind. As far as you could see there were fields of green, colour and trees. It was the most beautiful nowhere.

There was nothing but you and your lover.

The white picnic blanket had been laid and you took your seat upon it in one corner, as Harry sat in the opposite. Behind him you could see the outline of distant mountains, with snow cuffing their peaks, but all you could focus on was the man sat in front of you.

He delicately opened the picnic basket and passed you a paper plate, along with plastic cutlery.

“How classy.” You teased, sitting back against your calves as Harry lay on his side with his elbow holding him up.

“Only the best for my girl,” he laughed and pulled out the rest of the belongings, “now would m’love like a ham and pickle sandwich or a peanut butter and jam sandwich?”

He knew he didn’t really have to ask, already placing your sandwich of choice, PB & J obviously, on your plate, but being the gentleman he was being for the day he had to ask.

“That’s a silly question.”

The selection of other foods welcomed you before long your plate was stacked high with goodies; sausage rolls, pork pies, vegetables, hummus and fruit. You didn’t wait for Harry to fill his plate up before scoffing your food down, letting out a delightful moan as you did so.

“That good hmm?” Harry laughed at your pleasurable facial expressions.

“That’s a mean sandwich,” you noticed Harry was watching you with a humorous expression, “what?”

“C’mere.” He waved his hand for you to come closer. You leant forwards on your hands and knees, reaching close to his face. His hand gently came up to your lips and stroked away the jam that had been stamped onto your face. He didn’t let you return to your place before you gave him a ridiculous number of kisses.

••••

It was later, now.

The sun was descending in warm colours and it lit up your skin in gold.

You were so full from your picnic and now your head was laid upon Harrys stomach, your body at a right angle to his. One of his hands was being used to run patterns through your hair, whilst the other held a copy of a book he was reading. You had no clue what it was about. You didn’t care. Listening to his voice as you lay in a beautiful field was just perfect.

It wasn’t until this particular moment that you were really listening, feeling Harry’s hand still as he spoke.

“There is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow-creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort.”

You knew he was looking at you.

Slowly, you turned and you were proved right. Harry’s eyes were full of love and you liked to think yours reflected the same way.

Neither of you had to speak to know the three little words that you could say.

[tommybaholland]

first date with their s/o

featuring: kuroo, kenma, akaashi, bokuto, nishinoya, kageyama, sugawara, and yamaguchi

kinda basic ideas but i had fun writing these so hopefully you enjoy your first date with ur fav hq boy!

kuroo would take you stargazing, most likely organically, with laying down close to each other on a blanket. he helps guide you through the constellations that he can spot, telling you a little bit about each one. it’s impressive because you never thought the night sky could tell so many stories. it was like he was reading you a book. you ask him how he knows all of it and he responds by pulling you closer, telling you he’s ‘all-knowing.’ he laughs when you shake your head before confessing, “okay, okay. i may have read up a bit on constellations beforehand but..i just wanted to romance you a bit.” his voice is low before he kisses you sweetly under the starry void. “is it working?” you enjoy yourselves so much you end up falling asleep for a bit, but he makes sure a little bit of the blanket is wrapped snug around you so you don’t get cold.

kenma might take you to a park. it may seem very casual but he doesn’t get out much and prefers to sit inside and play his games with you there with him. to him, that’s the perfect date all on its own. but he knows you like to get out every once in a while, so he figures he could as well. it means a lot to you that he would take time to unplug for a bit and lay with you in a secluded area, watching clouds. he actually really gets into trying to name the shapes of odd-looking clouds. he finds a blob shaped one that didn’t have a shape until he said it looked like a fried egg. you laugh but his intuitiveness never ceases to amaze you. he offers to walk you through a hidden path by the park. you agree and go to get up before he catches your arm and asks, “can we lay here for a few more minutes?”

akaashi considers taking you somewhere that you can admire with him, like a museum or art gallery. he eventually lands on a butterfly garden and he does not regret this decision at all. he gets to see the genuine look of joy of your face as you look around and watch the fluttering bugs. he thinks you look so cute when you try to follow several at one time, your eyes moving around quickly, making you almost dizzy. there’s so much to look at and it’s even better when it’s with your favorite pretty boy. he watches as a few butterflies will occasionally land on you, gently stretching their wings. he notes that they seem to really like you and you affirm it modestly as he moves closer to you. they flutter away as he caresses your cheek. “they’re like me. i really like you, too.” then he kisses you softly and it couldn’t be more perfect.

bokuto would take you some place where he can show off for you, so he takes you bowling. it’s not the most romantic or private spot but he enjoys being a little competitive with you. he admits that he sucks at bowling and that you’d probably beat him but he’d still try his very best. he’s amazed as ever when you hit a strike on the very first frame. he makes sure you’re paying attention in case he gets a strike and when he does, he’s just, “didja see that, babe? i got a strike! and i’m coming for ya!” he’ll try to get a kiss as a prize but you give him head pats instead and bargain that he can get one if he wins. so now he’s level 100 super determined. you end up winning both games and he decides that he’s taken enough defeat. he gets kinda slumped about it and it’s easy to see, especially when he asks what you want for winning. you tell him that even though he didn’t win, he can still have a kiss. which, in his mind, means two or three or as many as he can get out of you.

nishinoya would, without a doubt, take you to an all-you-can-eat buffet for your first outing together. maybe it’s not that special because mans will take any chance to stuff his face, but he plans it carefully enough that it lands on one of your busier days when you don’t get too many chances to take a break. it’s a bit of a risk because you can get kinda grumpy when you’re hungry, but the look on your face when he tells you where you’re going was well worth it. he pays for your entry fee and the two of you go absolutely ham, not caring what anyone thinks. and if you’re a little more conservative about what you eat, he’ll encourage you. not in a demeaning way, either. “i like the way you are and wouldn’t change anything but if you do, i hope it’s change that you can be proud of!” and afterwards you tend to your food hangovers by laying in bed (usually with him on top of you).

kageyama takes you to a rival team’s volleyball game. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a little disappointed, but you cherish the time you get to spend with him as much as you can. later on he realizes that was probably a stupid move, but the fact that you stuck by him and didn’t complain makes him fall faster and harder for you. he makes sure to explain it all as best he can as he hasn’t been the best about expressing his feelings because really, he has no clue what he is doing. he tries even though he thinks he’s lost his chance so he’s shocked when you say yes. he responds by fumbling over his words when he explains that he doesn’t have anything big planned but wants to take you to a cat cafe. long story short, he feels so lucky to be able to be with someone as kind and beautiful as you.

sugawara could honestly take you anywhere because he’s such a fun-loving sweetheart. he decides to take you to karaoke which, at first, makes you a bit nervous. it’s more of group thing because at least you can casually hide and get out of singing. he offers to sing the first song and even though he knows he’s not great, he still turns it into a lot of fun. and if you’re still shy singing by yourself, he offers to do a duet with you. he picks one of those silly duet love songs and it gets you smiling right away. he’ll dance a little when you’re singing your part which ends up being more laughing and less singing. even though there’s no one else with you, it’s certainly an entertaining sight. once you’re comfortable, you end up shocking the hell out of him by rapping a song so perfectly. he’s so in awe of your duality. you spend a good few hours there, in your own little singing world. you find that another great thing about being the only ones in the small room makes for perfect (even a little spicy) kissy kissy time.

yamaguchi would pick something simple and somewhere where you can’t see the constant blush on his cheeks when he looks at you, so you go to the movies with him. he lets you choose the movie because he knows he’s not going to be paying any attention. he’d rather watch you watch the movie and how the minimal light shines against your face and in your eyes. also your cute expressions and reactions truly make his entire life. he tenses up a bit as you lean against his shoulder but finds himself craving more, cursing the armrest from separating you. he doesn’t want to be blatantly obvious about wanting you closer but lets those thoughts vanish after a few moments. he lifts it up, allowing him to wrap his arm around you as go to cuddle into his side. but first, you press a chaste kiss to his freckled cheek, silently thanking him and making him go red all over again. he ends up resting his head atop yours as he looks at the screen. he’s still not paying attention, he mind completely blank from the nice scent of your hair.

hellooooooo haikyuu night! anyone tryna request sum??

[eunjidrabbles]

Hi. Can I request for a very fluffy jennie scenario just cuddling all day? female reader here. Thank you!

Love language

(Okay so this is gonna be the last request that Imma post for the month of April. Imma be taking a short few days break from writing until somewhere along the first week of May where I can be refreshed and give ya’ll quality content again. Until then my ask box is still open for interactions and requests [although I probably will just be focusing on the Bittersweet series for May]. See ya’ll in a week or so and hope you enjoy!)

Word count: About 1.9k

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A huff of warm air on your neck tickling you was what roused you awake. Cracking open an eye, you took a shaky deep breath before noticing the extra weight on your chest. Before you could even look down, arms tightened around your waist, soft thighs press closer onto yours and a mop of hazelnut hair was nuzzled into the crook of your neck. Chuckling slightly, you reached your hand around to gently pat the slumbering figure that was on you and to give a soft kiss onto her head. Hearing a little whine coming from her broke a smile on your face as you tried to crane your head as far as you could to see the peaceful sleeping expressions of your girlfriend. There were moments where she scrunched up her face slightly, as if disgruntled by something before she would go back to mumbling something incoherent to you. It was slightly amusing, but seeing as to how she was still resting on you, you couldn’t laugh, or the movements from when you chuckle would definitely wake her up.

Gently pressing kisses onto the top of her head again, you slowly wrapped your other arm around her, pulling her to lean more on you. Another grumpy whine escaped her lips as you traced hear features as softly as you could, admiring the relaxed state she is in. You were distracted enough to not even realize that a pair of eyes were open and studying you until your touch traced back up to push her fringe behind her ear.

"If you take a picture, it'll last longer, you know."

Openly chuckling now that she is awake, you cooed at her raspy wake up voice and gave a poke onto her cheeks. Jennie’s response was a cat eyed pout, waiting for you to do your usual morning greetings.

"Good morning to you too princess."

Beaming up happily to her favorite pet name, Jennie sat up sleepily and yawned as she stretched across your body, keeping you under her. Your hands find her sides quickly and even before you could get a good grip, Jennie started squirming with a squeal, fully knowing that you were about to start tickling her. Using a hand to support herself and the other to fend off your wandering hands, laughter and teasing coos were shared before the hand supporting herself up wobbled and Jennie let herself fall onto your body underneath her. Letting out a dramatic “Ooof” and pretending to be knocked out with a tongue sticking out the corner of your mouth by her sudden weight on you, Jennie let out an offended scoff before landing a few playful slaps on your arms and thigh with her other hand. Unable to keep up your dead act any longer, you laughed along as you squirmed under your girlfriend in an attempt to shift her off of you to stop the assault.

Managing to grab ahold of her hands after a few tries, you pulled them to your lips and looked her right in the eye to press little kisses along her knuckles as a blush bloomed across her face. Pulling her hand back and moving herself so she was back to her original position when she was asleep on your chest, she huffed. “You’re such a dork.”

Humming in agreement, you ran your hand through her hair as you glanced to the clock on the wall to check the time. Looking back down at the woman in your arms, you pinched her cheeks teasingly before her hands came up to slap yours away again and wrap themselves all around you. “I gotta go get ready to start the day, princess. Breakfast is waiting.” A loud whine is all you got a for a warning of disapproval and legs tangled with yours, along with the blankets that were shoved down to probably cool off during the night. An amused sound escaped your lips as you stared at your girlfriend’s pout deepening by the second the more you try to move out of her embrace.

“Are you not hungry?”

Small movements signaled to you that she shook her head and buried herself deeper into your sides. Sighing in defeat, you made yourself comfortable against the bed again while Jennie played her little game of peekaboo with you from your side and you gave a small peck to her forehead each time her cat like eyes meet yours and smiled silly. The timing between each peek became longer and longer until you realized that it had been a while since you heard a giggle from your side and came to the conclusion that your girlfriend probably fell back asleep. Shaking your head, you chuckled at the childish behavior exhibited to you, knowing you were the only one able to see this side of her past the fierce and intimidating exterior and closed your eyes.

The next time Jennie opened her eyes, an annoyed groan left her lips as she moved her hands around the cool empty space around her giving her an idea that you left her alone in the bed for a good period of time. Frowning as she pushed herself up once again, she looked at the clock showing that it was past noon. Giving an annoyed huff, she crossed her arms as she gave herself a few more moments to reorient herself from the extra few hours of sleep against the headboard of the bed. How could you, especially after such a sweet morning to leave your cute girlfriend alone and cold in bed?

Grumbling to herself, she failed to notice that you entered the bedroom silently with both your hands occupied and the soft pattering of Kuma’s feet as her puppy circled around you in hopes to get to a bite of the food you hold on the plates in your hands. You stopped by the doorway in amusement, hearing her grumble and decided to keep silent until Kuma barked to get his mother’s attention seeing as to how you were not willing to lower the food to feed him. When Jennie’s eyes met yours, she could clearly see the grin on your face letting her know that you’ve heard enough as you push yourself off the doorway and made your way towards her.

Offering out a plate as she crawled her way to the edge of the bed to sit, she took it and started happily munching on the sandwich you made. Putting your own plate on the bedside table, you picked up your own sandwiches with one hand and bent down to scoop Kuma up onto your lap with the other as you sat next to Jennie. While you silently ate your meal and occasionally pulling out pieces of ham for the eager pup seated on your lap, you looked over at the satisfied look your girlfriend gave along with the little happy hums and smiled at the simple reaction. When she returned the look questioningly with her head tilted, you shook your head once again and took the now empty plate from her hand to stack up with yours on the table. Opening her arms for Kuma to hop into, you watched as Jennie moved herself back into the center of the bed while cuddling with her fluffy companion. Noticing you staring, she flashed you a gummy smile and blew a kiss in your direction as thanks for the meal. Catching it, you brought it to your chest where your heart would be and flopped down next to the pair. 

It took a while to find a comfortable position, but eventually Jennie found herself sitting back facing you between your legs as you cuddled her from behind, and she held Kuma in her arms as he napped. There was no rush of time for once, and the both of you took full advantage of it to just enjoy the quiet moments that you share. Leaning back into your shoulder, your girlfriend broke the silence. “Why does the sky look different everyday?”

Turning slightly to look at her for the sudden random question, you turned your attention to the napping dog, eyebrows furrowed in deep thought. “I’ve heard stories, about how when someone passes on, they are given a chance to color the sky.”

“Why does spring come after winter?”

Humming to fill the silence, you can feel Jennie’s eyes were focused on you, expecting an answer. “I guess it’s mother nature’s way of saying that it takes time but life still goes on after a miserable season.” Scrunching your face, you turned to look at Jennie once again to gauge her reaction to your answers.

“Are we playing the one sided 20 questions today? Is that what it is?” Chuckling, you press a kiss to the top of her head as she continued staring at you. “I can hear the gears in your head turning, princess. Is there something you want to say?” Shaking her head as she once again rested her head in the crook of your neck, you nodded. “Alright, then just let me know if you get hungry again.”

Kuma ended up waking and abandoning the both of you to go play with his toys a couple hours of cuddling in bed after. Growls could be heard from both your stomachs before Jennie involuntarily allowed for you to move yourself off the bed and immediately attaching herself to your back in a hug as you both waddled your way into the kitchen. The restricted movements definitely made preparing for dinner harder, but the little pecks you received on your cheeks as you occasionally fed Jennie the cut ingredients over your shoulder was all you needed for encouragement to complete the meal.

The day spent was simple, with no real purpose but Jennie appreciated the downtime of just spending time with you even though you could probably have been doing something else. It made her value the fact that you chose her over everything else as priority. In a sense, she expected it to be an obligation seeing as to how she was always busy with her schedules and there was little time that you two can actually spend time with one another. It still made her little heart sing seeing how willing you were to dedicate all your time to her.

Watching as you collected all the plates on the dining table and brought it to the sink to begin washing up, she silently wondered, just what she did to deserve someone as loving as you are. Jennie knows, that everyone had different love languages, and that she isn’t easy to get along with or please, yet you stuck by her side giving her every piece of yourself that you could offer wholeheartedly. It struck a cord within her and she questioned if she was actually worthy enough for someone like you as she watched your back facing her while you washed the dishes. She gave you calls and messages whenever she could yes, but it didn’t feel enough for the amount of dedication you showed towards her. Yet once again, she has never heard you speak a word of it. You were always happy with her around. She has seen how your eyes lit up when you looked at her, and how everything she did; childish to many amused you, and you would even play along. That isn’t something most people could do. It was almost as if...

Jennie knew what it meant, no doubt. Standing up, from her seat, she shuffled her way to once again embrace you from your back. Jennie knew the answer, but she still had to hear you confirm it. However many times it took.

"You love me."

"Of course I do, Jennie."

That was more than enough to convince her.

[yeojaa]

( VELVETEEN RABBIT. )

What do you get when you mix Thumper and Bambi?  Answer:  Jeon Jungkook.

pairing.  french lop bunny!jjk x ragdoll cat f!reader.

genre + rating.   hybrid!au set in college.  super fluffy, a little angsty, with a dash of smut to balance it all out.  explicit towards the end because i just can’t help myself.  oops.

tags / warnings.  honestly, this jungkook should just come with his own warning.  but more realistically, mentions of kook using a scrunchie, kook being cute, kook railing his date after using the world’s worst puns...  the usual.

wc.  4.4k

beta reader(s).  @hobi-gif​ as always become, c’mon.  i’m me.  she’s her.  

author note.  this was written as part of @thebtswritersclub​‘s a hybrid fest and is gloriously late (i’m so sorry @ditttiii​​).  i’ve never written anything hybrid-related before so hopefully you enjoy.  feedback goes a long way!  xoxo

He orders the same thing every time he’s in.  Iced Americano, no room for cream, and a single almond croissant.  (Every once in a while, he switches it up for matcha but that’s exceedingly rare.)  He always pays with a tap of his wrist - a sleek black AppleWatch with rubber band - and flashes his trademark slightly too-big smile.  All the girls swoon.  So do the guys.  Everyone except for you.

He’s unnervingly handsome, with long dark ears that sometimes hang in front of his eyes.  You’ve caught him with them pulled back Lola Bunny-style, knotted with a loose silk scrunchie that looks nearly as soft as his fur.  His hair’s usually unkempt, tossed into a little sprout of a bun, overly long fringe falling all over his big round eyes.  He wears butterfly clips sometimes, though that’s usually on days where he isn’t freshly sweaty and carrying his gym bag.  They appear in his hair when it’s damp from a shower, the smell of papaya and honey clinging to every inch of him.  You know, because you have a great nose - one that’s sensitive to every smell under the sun but especially his.  (You try not to think about it much.)  

It’s a Wednesday morning when you notice the change.  It doesn’t register at first, acknowledgement coming in a curious sniff at the air.  Weird. 

“Thanks,” he says like clockwork, a well-oiled polite machine, deceptively slender hands receiving the exceedingly hot cup without a care in the world. He’s got his usual bag over his shoulder - overly big, black, almost tactical - and a pair of comfortable looking pants on that seem more like they belong on your beloved grandmother.  Somehow, he rocks it (but he always does).  “Have a nice day.”

Because of course he says that.  Of course he steals the words right out of your mouth, turns them back on you as easy as he makes your heart rattle around in your chest like it’s a Friday night bingo ball. 

He moves toward the bar - he only ever grabs three napkins, tucks them into the slot on the left side of his bag - but pauses halfway there.  Rooted to the same spot as always, sleek ears following the imposing line of his shoulders.  

One, two—

The thumping starts, so quiet it’s almost negligible.  But you catch it, because you always do and because you’re the reason for it. 

He turns then, levels you with a look from the corner of those pretty, pretty eyes and you can’t help but laugh, openly, unashamedly, with the back of your hand plastered to your mouth. A true ojou-sama. 

His mouth quirks - does that funny thing where he sucks in his cheek then rolls it back out with his tongue - and you think he might finally say something.  Call you out for writing his name wrong for the past five weeks, finding more and more creative ways to do so every time.  Even occasionally using nicknames - silly things you’d come up with while on the walk home, or during lunch, or in bed.

“Good one,”  he states, laugh lines threading over his face, prominent around his eyes.  His nose wiggles with the sound - another of his traits that comes out to play often.  Your favourite of them all, if you’re being honest.

“Anytime.”  

You don’t realise it’s him until it’s too late, until you’re practically running into him, bouncing off the broad expanse of his back with a startled squeak.  Lucky for you, you’re quick on your feet, catching yourself before your skull can become too well-acquainted with the red brick wall to your right.

“You okay?”  Though he asks, you have a sneaking suspicion he knows you’re not and an even stronger suspicion that he’d been waiting for you, hovering past the entrance of the cafe with his big university hoodie on.

“Barely,”  you manage around a laugh, straightening the backpack slung over your shoulders, packed to the brim with goodies you got to bring home at the end of the night and two of your textbooks.

“Should watch where you’re going.”  

This is the most conversation you’ve had - ever.  But it’s fun, easy, organic and natural.  You wonder why that is. 

“You should watch where you’re standing, actually.”

He’s so much bigger than you, imposingly tall (especially being part of the Leporidae family) and wide in the chest.  Not bulky by any means, but big.  Strong.  Threaded with a strength you don’t normally see in hybrids of his kind.  It probably has to do with how often you see him covered in sweat and panting, basketball hooked under his arm, soccer cleats tied to his bag.

When he speaks again, it’s full of mirth, squeezing his round eyes near shut.  “Got a problem with me standing here?”  

You nod, solemn as ever (which is really never, but that’s besides the point).  “It’s dangerous to block entryways, didn’t you know?”  You’re gesturing to the awning, the dark interior just past the window of the shop.  “You’re loitering, Jungkook.”

“So you do know my name.”  You can tell he’s not surprised - that he’s hamming it up for dramatics, softly pink lips rounded in a little ‘O’.  He’s cute like this, you think.  Playful in a way you’ve never seen before.  

“I do?” 

There’s that cheek thing again.  It’s even more attractive up close, the shape of his jaw thrown into prominent relief when he sucks in a breath.  

“You just said it.”

You nod, thoughtful, finger tapping upon your chin.  “I guess I did.”

“Say it again,”  he states, expression inscrutable, eyes bright.  They’re so glossy even under the dimmed streetlights, impossibly big and undeniable.  So easy to get lost in - if your attention weren’t caught by something else.

“What is that?”  

You’d noticed it earlier in the day, caught the scent in passing sometime during the early hours.  You’d been unable to place it then, too distracted by freshly ground coffee, a girl’s three too many spritzes of Daisy by Marc Jacobs, and baking banana loaves.

It’s heady, masculine.  A strong musk that sinks into your nose and makes it twitch, ears rotating as if that’ll help pin the smell down.  

“What’s what?”  You hadn’t realised how close you’d become, your face five seconds from planting directly into his chest.  (It’d probably be nice - you know how soft your school’s merchandise is.)  “Are you okay?”  He asks because you’re now, actually, planting your face right against the worn navy cotton.  It’s terribly nice, silk upon your cheek.  

You answer more to his clothes than to him, nosing into the fabric. “You smell different.”

You feel more than hear his laughter, the sound barreling past his teeth seconds later.  The vibrations running along his spine jostle you from your position face first upon him but you don’t mind.  It doesn’t send you far, dark eyes peering up into the face of the bunny hybrid.  True to his kind, his nose is twitching, puffs of laughter expanding his cheeks when he meets your stare. 

“No I don’t.”

“You do.”  Tone firm, a finger lands upon the neatly embroidered N on his hoodie.  The white stitching stands in stark contrast to your baby blue nails.  “You smell… off.”

Whether Jungkook’s offended or not, you can’t tell.  He’s got that same strange expression on his face - the one from this morning when he’d received his coffee.  It’s made up of too many moving parts:  the flutter of his lashes, the coil of his jaw, the minute tick of the corner of his mouth.  You can’t read him for shit, somehow more confused now than in your 300-level art history class.  (You’d taken it as one of your optional electives assuming it’d be an easy A.  You were wrong.)

“Sorry you think so,”  he hums, looking down at you.  You’ve seemed to fully forget the meaning of personal space, edged up beside him as if you’re best friends and not just two ships passing in the night. 

“It’s not bad.”  Really, it isn’t.  It’s strong and sensual, vegetal in a way, calming in another.  But it isn’t unwelcome. 

In fact, you think you might like this scent a little more - less sweet than what normally clings to his skin, natural honeycomb rather than processed sugar.  It zings across your teeth, pieces broken up and scattered behind your molars.  You can practically taste it.  Him.

“Is that so?”  

“Yep.”

You share a look - one that says more than all the words you’ve ever spoken, that threads together all the silly laughter, narrowed stares, (written) flirtations.  It settles between the two of you, filling the spaces with something akin to cotton, light and airy and soft.

The desire to speak lingers, hidden just beyond the cotton candy dusting.  Should you?  Shouldn’t you?  You still have no idea what he’s doing here, a street urchin making his rounds on the campus village.  

He beats you to it.  “Can I walk you back to your dorm?”  

You don’t think you could want anything more.  “Sure.”

Silence falls again but it’s comfortable, a caress rather than a crutch.  The grounds are surprisingly quiet - wayward students on their way to the library or heading home from lectures.  There are no picnic blankets spread across the grass, no gaggles of girls dressed in school colours.  It feels like the first day of fall, change sitting heavy in the air. 

“So—”  You start.

He finishes,  “do you wanna go on a date with me?” 

That’s surprising.  (Or is it?  You’re not really sure.)  You nearly trip over your own two feet in your haste to look at him, entire body swivelling on the spot because apparently you can’t just turn your head like a normal person.  Something something all or nothing. 

“What?”  

“Do.  You.  Want.  To—”  He’s being insufferable for the hell of it.  You can see it in his eyes, glossy things shining down at you like he’s got the entire fucking nightsky hung in them.  

“Not if you keep that up,”  you retort, though you both know you’re lying.  You’ve been waiting - wishing, wanting - for this moment since the day you laid eyes on him.  Since Yuri had elbowed you so hard in the ribs you’d thought you’d be bruised for days, since Jae had rambled on and on for his entire shift about the cute new bunny who’d come in that morning.  Since that very first wrongly spelt name on his plastic cup and every visit since.  

“Is that a challenge?”  

“You won’t get it in.”  

He scoffs, loud and drawn out, cheek rounding with disbelief at your disbelief.  How can you possibly doubt him - school basketball star and all-around athletic freak of nature? 

“What do I get if I do?”  The ball rests in his palm, poised to be shot through the hoop, sunk without making contact with the rim.  He’s confident - he’s done it a million times.  

“A pat on the back?”  As much as you tease him - loop mockery around nearly every syllable you speak, you’re endlessly supportive, already carrying the fruits of his labour under your arms.  A Pikachu shoved haphazardly into the purse slung across your body, a Snorlax tucked under your arm at an awkward angle that crushes his poor head, a Sylveon tucked into the side pocket of his joggers.  (The arcade was really into Pokemon, apparently.)  “Me saying thank you?”

“Not good enough.”  He leans in close - those big galaxy eyes practically swallowing you whole - and taps a single finger upon your nose.  It makes your nostrils flare, an itch blooming under his touch.  “Gotta sweeten the deal.”

You must look hilarious because Jungkook’s biting back a smile, smirking down at you.  Then, all at once, without breaking eye contact, he’s extending his arm, flicking his wrist, and— swish!  

In goes the ball, leaving him with a perfect score.  

“I want you to stay the night.”

You think he’s joking.  He must be joking.  This is your third date.  

But he’s staring at you like he’s completely serious, gaze expectant, lips pursed around something that reads like a smile but has your heart doing a strange little one-two step in your chest.  It soars for a moment, high above the clouds like the string orchestra of a choral work - Beethoven’s Ninth in D minor. 

“Are you propositioning me, Jeon Jungkook?”  It’s the same reaction he always has when you say his name: a twitch of his ear, the corner of his bottom lip quirking and then resetting, eyes so sparkly it’s almost absurd.

“No.  I’m just telling you what I want.”

“Huh.”  You should say no.  Guys like him - with charm that oozes out of every pore, whose offhanded smiles break more hearts than you ever have - are almost always bad news.  Too sweet, too funny, simply too much for your feeble heart to take.  

“Is that a yes?”  He’s got you in his clutches - a viper rather than a hare, with a smile so dangerous you’re paralysed by just the sight of it.  (Who needs venom?)

Your words catch in your throat, stick to one another like the deformed gummies at the bottom of the movie theatre bag.  What comes out isn’t what you expect.  “Okay.”

Damn you.  Damn him.  Damn how good he smells and the big dumb grin that spreads over his lips, sunshine in human form, undeniable and warm and cute enough to start a war over.  (That’s probably what’s happening - a vicious battle between your head and your heart.)  

Damn his stupid thumping foot that you can make out over the sound of the video games, the boisterous din.  It’s so cute you can’t help yourself from smiling, mouth pulling and pursing around the delight that begs to be freed.  

“Cool,”  he says, and you almost think that’s not very cool.  He’s so nonchalant, cavalier about it as if it means nothing.  You’d be bothered if you felt like you didn’t know him so well - hadn’t learnt his idiosyncrasies over the last two months.  

How he looks when he laughs really hard, his slightly too-big front teeth taking up all the real estate in his mouth.  How he sounds when he’s tired (groggy, with a lisp that rarely sees the light of day otherwise) or when he’s told he’s wrong (pouty, with his bottom lip jutted out so cutely you want to scream).  How he runs every morning, hits the gym every night, and eats double your protein because fitness, bro!  How his cheat meal of choice is soy garlic fried chicken from the place off-campus and he hates tangy, tart desserts (your lemonade lip gloss not included, he insists).  How he can’t sleep if he’s too hot - which he often is - and he spends way too long combing through his ears with a specialty brush he doesn’t let anyone touch.  How he’s secretly raindrops and gummy bears and hand holding in the car, so much more than his high school superlative of most likely to grace the cover of GQ.

You wonder, because you know those things, does that make you special?  Does it make you immune to the heartbreak that you swear you imagine whenever your mood drops (not often, but often enough)?  

You hope so.

“Let’s go shoot guns?”  He’s tearing you from your reverie, planting an open-mouthed kiss to your temple.  It’s sloppy and not very refined, much less suave than what you’d expect from your school’s soccer captain (and basketball small forward and swim team stand-in).  You suppose that’s why you like him so much - because he’s always surprising you, keeping you on your toes. 

“Let’s.”  You agree, letting your date drag you toward the Time Crisis machine.  It’s blissfully unoccupied, allowing the two of you to slide into place.  He takes the blue gun, you the red.  

He squeezes your hip when you take up position, one eye squeezed shut as you look down the barrel of the plastic weapon.  “Better not let me die.”

“Better not get shot,”  you return.  

He doesn’t listen - failing halfway through the helicopter scene, his shot missing and resulting in some sad miserable death in the form of Continue? blinking across the screen.  Neither of you mind that much though.  He occupies himself on his phone, free hand tucked into the back pocket of your jeans.  You play better when he’s not shouting terrible call-outs, nearly crashing into you because he gets so into it.

(How he’s never got a concussion on the basketball/soccer/etc. field before, you’re not sure.)

By the time you’re done - a good five minutes later, you think - Jungkook’s growing restless, tugging at your belt loops enough that you stumble with every shot, nearly knocking yourself out when you have to steady yourself on the centre console.  

“Kook!”  Your glare is barely that, too affectionate to dissuade him from his childish antics.  

He pulls you forward, traps you between his thick thighs, tattooed hands settling comfortably on your hips.  “Let’s go home.”

“Someone’s in a hurry.”

Of course, he doesn’t deny that.

It’s not the first time you’ve been over.  Not even your second or third.  You’ve met up with him before his games, thrown his jersey overtop and helped him wrap his fingers before hitting the court.  You’d even had to grab his cleats for him once, running across campus as he did drills in his socks as punishment.

This time feels different.  You know why but it doesn’t make it an easier pill to swallow.  It lodges somewhere in your throat, makes it hard to breathe when you kick off your shoes and tuck them neatly beside Jungkook’s.  

“Are you hungry?”  He’s already in the small kitchen, glancing over his shoulder at you as you linger in the adjoining hallway, bag halfway over your head.  

“I’m good.”  You are, really.  You’d eaten one donut too many at the arcade, indulged in a little too much disgusting nacho cheese goodness.  You don’t really understand how your date’s still hungry, a cucumber crunching between his teeth when he turns back to you. 

Standing there, vegetable devoured in quick, decisive bites, he looks every inch the French lop bunny he is.

You reach him in the same instant he finishes his midnight snack.  Arms fold around you like there’s nothing else he’d rather be doing, head dropping to rest comfortably upon yours.  Like this, his ears tickle your cheek - velveteen fur lost to the silk of your hair.  “Are you tired?”  

Another no comes - spoken into the fuzzy fabric of his sweater - and he hums above you, whole frame rattling with the noise.  

“No bed then?”  

At least he’s transparent, you think.

“One track mind much?”  You’re only teasing.  A part of you looks forward to… whatever it is that sits over the horizon, lost past the creaky bedroom door and somewhere beneath his surprisingly soft sheets.  (You’d asked about them once - he’d told you his mother liked to send him housewares to remind him of home.  He was a real mama’s boy that way.)

The monster only laughs, snuggles into your hair like it’s home.  “Can you blame me?”  

You can’t do much of anything when he’s like this - so utterly adorable and enticing and good for your heart that it feels as if you’ve taken a straight dose of morphine.

“Let’s go to bed, Wookie.”  Another nickname, recently coined after you’d spent an evening watching Star Wars for the first time.

“Yes, ma’am.”

You whack him on the way to his bedroom, smack a hand over the arm curled around your shoulders.  He pretends like it hurts, howls in a way he he thinks resembles a wounded animal but really just sounds stupid.  “Not a ma’am.”

“Sir?”  He asks, just to make you laugh. 

“If you don’t shut up—”  

He pushes you through the door of his bedroom while giggling to himself, sound puffing out of his cheeks.  “Don’t be mad, kitten.”  The two of you drop to the bed, a tangle of limbs and silken fur and squeaking laughter.  “You’re so purr-ty when you’re annoyed.”

He’s doing it again.  Dropping those stupid cat puns that make your nose wrinkle, ink-tipped ears folding back against your head.   

“I think I’m hiss-terical, don’t you?”  

Face adamantly buried into his sheets, you don’t give him the time of day.  You don’t even care that your mascara is probably rubbing off against the charcoal fabric, lipstick tint doing potentially irreversible damage.  He knows how unfunny you find these jokes, how you’ve heard them your whole life and roll your eyes so hard your optic nerve might sever every time you face another.  

What’s the point of sharing your pet peeves with him when all he does is lean into them?  Use them against you like it’s the cool thing to do.  Make you wonder what you’d seen in him when he was just another customer, another boy in Seoul National indigo and bedhead so dishevelled it begged to be managed.  

(You’re not sure why you’re so irritated suddenly, caught in the clutches of a moodswing as you curl into your side and ignore his bad jokes.)

Stupid Jeon Jungkook.  Annoying, silly, too-cool-for-his-own-good Jeon Jungkook.  

Jeon Jungkook who makes you second guess your choices, leaves you breathless and confused with just one dumb look.  Who has convinced you into his bed and teases you mercilessly, snickering to himself as his foot bounces against the floorboards because he finds himself that funny.

“Baby?”  The pet name comes, presses itself past your curtain of hair and invades your thoughts.  

You say nothing, adamantly faced away.

He doesn’t like that, sneaking his hands around you and cradling you into his chest as if that’ll lighten the mood.  (It does, a little bit, but you don’t tell him that.)  “Don’t ignore me,”  he mumbles, warmth breath tickling your ears, fingers dancing over the rungs of your ribs as if they’re ivory and not bone, playing a tune only he can hear.

“Stop with the shitty jokes,”  you retort.  You’re being difficult - can feel the vinegar turning your blood even as he tries to will it all away.

You feel the intake, the rise and fall of his broad chest.  You can only imagine how hard he’s biting his tongue, careful to keep his next errant pun at bay.  People don’t tell him no - only you.  Maybe that’s why you do it, to remind him you’re not just like everyone else.  

“Sorry.”  

You don’t tell him to show you how sorry— but he does anyway.

You’re astounded by him, utterly entranced by the way he moves.  How power runs the length of his frame, manoeuvres each of his limbs and turns your own to jelly.  

He’s got you face down, ass up, hands cradling your hips like they’re his home and he can’t bear to let go.  Every upward stroke feels like heaven - feels like a million lifetimes of pleasure you can barely wrap your thoughts around.  He’s impossibly big, thick and long.  The first thought you’d had when he’d stripped his black Calvin Kleins was pretty.  

You realise now there’s nothing pretty about him.  He’s filthy - the devil come to collect as he fucks you across his bed, nearly loses you to the pillows at the head with each snap of his hips.  (What they said about rabbits was true, you think.)

“B-Bunny,”  you sob, scratch over cotton that’s worn soft and smells exactly like your favourite sweater of his.  The linens are defenseless, tangled up and wrinkled with each flex of your fingers, bunched up within your palms every time he buries himself like he’s looking for the answer to life, thinks he might find it within the fluttering walls of your pussy.

“Not my name.”  When he sounds like this, he’s more predator than prey, a thousand volts of electricity shooting up your spine.  He’s demanding and unrelenting.  It makes your head spin.

“Wook—”  

“Not.”  Bunny teeth are just as painful as a feline’s, doing their job as they dig into the flushed skin over your back, marking his territory with two prominent indents right between your neck and shoulder.  “A.”  He ruts into you as if he’s got something to prove, snaps his hips to a beat you can’t keep up with.  “Wookie.”  Grips you so tight you might snap, red blooming beneath his hands.

You sob under him, drool against the pillows because you can’t seem to keep your mouth shut.  (You feel like Jungkook post-win, spewing nonsense as he prattles on about game winning plays with his teammates.)

“K-Kookie.”  It’s what he wants to hear - hits him right in the chest, a bull’s eye to the thing that beats wildly and in tandem with your own.  

His rhythm stutters.  The bed is shaking and not because he’s practically breaking the weak wooden frame.  No, his foot’s thumping, bouncing across the sheets even as he tries to regulate the roll of his hips, return it to the assured, teeth-numbingly good tempo it’d been at.  

It doesn’t work.  You love it anyway.  Like it more, because it means he’s just as affected by you as you are him. Your heart sings, leaps out of your chest on hummingbird wings, and dances around your head.  You’re a goddamn cartoon - Pepé Le Pew in ragdoll form - animated pink shapes circling like a crown.

You don’t care.  You can’t.  Not when he plasters himself to your back and asks you to say it again, begs you to tell him how good he is, tells you how he wants to make you his.  

Who cares if it’s three dates in, if your meeting was cliched and silly and he’s the campus heartthrob?  

You don’t - because he’s yours and when he flips you onto your back and you curl your fingers into his hair, it’s your name he stutters out.  It’s you who has him coming apart beneath your hands, the feel of his ears like velvet, the little whines he huffs growing louder each time you tug at the base.  It’s you who knows what he sounds like as he falls to pieces, throws himself against you as if gravity demands it.  It’s you who holds him to sleep, whose skin acts as a canvas for the doodles he traces as he drifts off.  

It’s you and it’s him and that’s enough.

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[quillyfied]

Yknow what? VeggieTales was really good, actually. Best possible Christian-oriented entertainment, because they got the basic concepts across without being too preachy and while being sometimes off the wall zany. Silly Songs With Larry pretty much made the whole thing but it was wild. Such hits include:

- the uncontrollable sensual escalation of the Barbara Manatee song

- the song about the Christmas cookies where you find out the bank robber and the Viking mugged Santa before the song started

- the Cheeseburger song. Still a classic, still sung often whenever my family is all together.

- two different songs teaching kids about bovine megafauna (water buffalo and cebu)

- the gourd complaining about dust in his contacts after the wall of Jericho falls

- “I hear it’s flowing with milk and honey” “Sounds sticky”

- literally everything about the King David retelling, pie war and rubber duckies and all

- worshiping a giant chocolate bunny and how the original song was too dark and had to be re-recorded

- the running gag about how they don’t have arms

- the Pirates Who Don’t Do Anything

- the lord of the rings parody, don’t even get me started it’s too good (“I’m feeling stretched…like chocolate pudding scraped over too much ham” HOW DARE YOU DELIVER THIS LINE WITH THE SAME GRAVITAS AS THE ORIGINAL IM CRYING)

- the “I love my lips” song, particularly the bit where he speeds through the story of getting his lip caught in a gate and eventually learning the Polish word for lips

- Bob’s ultimate betrayal of giving Larry’s hairbrush to the peach “cuz he’s got hair”

- the asparagus trying desperately to inject more culture and reverence into the show (see Prince Omelet)

- when Jerry and Jimmy take over the show and try to tell a very flat morality tale about two guys hoarding fruits who just don’t share and the French Peas in the background going “YOURE SO SELFISH! YOU GUYS ARE NOT THAT BRIGHT!”

look if you want and are able to tune out the Christianity, VeggieTales is a fun way to spend an afternoon. Some good chuckles. I haven’t watched any of the new stuff, nineties and early aughts stuff was good enough for me. Earlier stuff is a bit more on the nose overt preachy but if you can handle it the jokes are worth it.

[hanajozo]

"Finding Purpose" Chapter 7

Gojo Satoru x Reader Fanfic

As you were thinking about where to start your exploration, your thoughts were interrupted by your stomach growling loudly. You laugh to yourself, “Well, I guess I should find some food. It’s almost lunch time after all!”

You get up, anxiety bubbling in your chest as you open the door. With permission to explore your potential new home and workplace, you can’t help but feel nervous and a bit hesitant, even if your stomach is yelling at you to feed it. You gulp as you shut the door of your room behind you.

You knew where Principal Yaga’s office was, and the general layout of the campus, so you weren’t feeling too entirely lost. But you decided to wander a bit anyway. Your mind was so occupied with taking in your surroundings, it was the first time you were seeing Tokyo Jujutsu High with your own eyes (well, singular eye) after all. You almost didn’t notice some students training in the field at the center of the school. It made you stop in your tracks to see some more of the people you had heard a variety of stories about. 

Your heart almost leapt out of your chest as you saw who you immediately recognized as the only non-human student, Panda, wave at you. A small smile crept up on your face as you gave a small wave back. Maki and Toge notice this exchange and turn around from their training to look at you. They both gave you a nod of acknowledgement before Panda took advantage of their momentary distractedness to pick them both up and start swinging them around in circles. You chuckle at the second years’ silly antics before continuing your walk to the cafeteria. Sighing contently, you feel your heart swell. You had never felt this happy by observing seemingly mundane things before.

A couple of minutes pass as you continue walking through the halls until you eventually find the cafeteria. It’s empty, “Lucky!” You thought to yourself. You walk over to one of the fridges to see what’s inside. You weren’t much of a cook, but you were able to get by since you did technically live on your own up till this point.

“Hmm… Let’s see… Ah-ha!” You excitedly whisper when you spot a loaf of bread above a drawer of various sandwich meats and cheeses. You take the bread out, along with some turkey, ham, and a couple slices of provolone cheese. “This’ll do for a quick fix..” You mumble to yourself as you put together a decent looking sandwich. You put it on a paper towel, you didn’t feel like cleaning up any dishes quite so soon after waking up after a traumatic experience. Or maybe you were just lazy. Either way, you just wanted something quick and easy to eat.

You bring your sandwich and a glass of water over to one of the few tables in the cafeteria. It’s technically the cafeteria, but it was more like a large kitchen with maybe three dining tables in total. Within seconds of sitting down, you inhale your sandwich like you hadn’t eaten in weeks. Oh wait, you hadn’t. This thought makes you chuckle to yourself. 

After downing your glass of water, you get up and throw the paper towel you used for a makeshift plate in the garbage and you quickly rinse the glass off and put it in the dishwasher you located while looking around for food earlier. You stretch your arms up, feeling satisfied with finally having gotten some food and water in your stomach.

As you walk through the entrance to the cafeteria, you hear voices and footsteps heading your way. It takes a good deal of willpower to go against your instincts and hide, something you had been doing your whole life, but you keep walking towards them since you decided that you were going to continue your exploration of the campus in that direction. As the voices round the corner of the hallway, you see three familiar faces. It’s Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara.

“Ah! Isn’t that the lady we rescued a couple weeks ago?” Nobara blurts out upon seeing you down the hallway.

“Woah, you’re right! She’s not dead!” Yuji exclaims, eyes sparkling in amazement.

The pink and orange hair teens run closer to you, with Megumi trailing behind.

Megumi just gives you a nod, but you have a feeling he’s glad to see you alive and well.

You give the trio a warm smile and nod, “That would be me, and it seems some thanks are in order. If you guys hadn’t rescued me, I would have died. So thank you.” You finish saying, bowing slightly.

“Don’t mention it, it’s just what we do!” Yuji grins with a thumbs up. Nobara grumbles and crosses her arms, “It’s also thanks to our teacher, as much as I don’t want to give him credit.. He was the one who rushed to bring you back so you could receive medical attention.”

You blink in surprise. That’s right, you blacked out while Nobara called for help. Their teacher brought you back here, that would mean it was Gojo-san. He rushed to bring you here to the infirmary? That must have meant he teleporte– your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a growling stomach.

“Ah haha ha..” Yuji nervously laughed, making it known his stomach was the source of the growl. “It’s about lunch time for us, miss, if you’ll excuse us. It was nice seeing you.” Megumi said as he pushed Yuji and Nobara past you towards the cafeteria.

“Indeed, see you later!” You chuckled as the trio walked past you and continued on with your exploration of the school.

“Hmm… where to go next?” You crossed your arms and thought to yourself. You didn’t know where to go since you weren’t totally familiar with the place just yet, but a part of you was just happy to be up and moving. It felt good just to walk around, and after some time, you settled for wandering aimlessly for a while instead of having a plan.

A few more minutes pass until you come across a large and spacious field at the back of the school. Surrounding the expansive green field, there was lush greenery as far as the eye could see. It was beautiful. You decided to venture out to the only tree in the big field. It was a large and elegant tree, providing a large patch of shade on the ground. The breeze felt so nice against your skin, with a big sigh of relief, you found yourself thinking that you really felt at peace here.

You decide to lay down in the shade to relax. The grass was soft, the breeze was so gentle as it caressed your skin, the afternoon sun warming you up made you sleepy. You put your arms up behind your head and close your eyes. Although you had just been basically asleep for two weeks, having to face this new reality and everything that happened in just a few hours had drained you. Before you knew it, you drifted off to sleep with a smile on your face.

You groan as you stretch, waking up from your nap underneath the tree, a sigh of relief escapes your lips.

“Well, well, it looks like sleeping beauty is awake.” 

[katbrando]

[ questions are from this post, answered 1-10 here ]

11-20 - ATTRACTION

🔹 First impressions of each other? for me: "sick, this guy loves animals and handles them with a lot of care, so he must be a decent guy" and for him: "what a shame that this girl is so painfully quiet and shy because she's really quite the looker" LMAO

🔹 How close were you as friends before you got together?  pretty damn close!!!! i'm demisexual so it takes a large amount of trust and familiarity with someone before i can develop feelings. at the start of our friendship i call him "dude" and "bro" (still do sometimes) and tbh the 'best friends' aspect of our relationship is still very prominent

🔹 Who fell for the other first? diego LMAOOO he's weak for a girl who bites back at him and can match his energy, which is something that's easy for me once i'm close to someone.. one day i jokingly told him to shut up and jabbed him in the ribs and he was like "oh shit 😳"

🔹 What initially attracted you to them versus what they were attracted to?  besides his charming personality and beautiful accent? im a sucker for that pretty face of his 😩 his short stature is soooo charming too.. seeing him in normal clothes outside of work was also a Big source of attraction. for him i'm sure it was initially the fact that i was playing hard to get HJKFDHKGS he loves a good challenge

🔹 How do you match up with your first crushes? he doesn't line up with my first crush at all LOLLLL he's a dude and he's an asshole (affectionate).. i probably don't line up with his either, if he can even remember who his first crush was (he's had many 💀)

🔹 Your top 3 favourite things about them versus theirs about you. omggg :')) his determination, his sense of humor, and his loyalty, for sure.. for HIM i think he probably likes my silly goofy nature, the amount of care i have for people (esp him), and my stubbornness (even though it conflicts with his fairly often)

🔹 The physical traits you love of theirs. literally Everything!!! but his BEAUTIFUL eyes oh my god... so sharp and bright ugghhh.. also his hair, it's so messy and pretty, very similar to mine just a little longer 🥰 his chest and thighs and of course his A S S, it's so perfect and takes a strap so well

🔹 The personality traits you love of theirs. i basically listed them in the other question but yeah idk he's just so goofy despite appearing so intense and mean ??? he's funny but also he can be so cliche in his romantic gestures, he's very very caring as well, it just takes a longass time for him to reach that point.. but once he's there, he's there for good 🥺 also i love his attitude... it's honestly very attractive when he's having a fit and bickering with me, oof

🔹 How publicly affectionate are you? Is it cringe, embarrassing or do you love PDA? superfans of PDA tbh... well, mostly him HJKFDS i like it in theory but i'm very shy by default and hate people looking at me.. but also the idea of him being possessive over me in public is soooooo 😩 so he can go ham, i don't care.. and it's nice to feel loved enough to a point where he doesn't care what other people think

🔹 Is sex important to this relationship? Why or why not? y e s ..... he has a high sex drive and it's hard to match that sometimes, but he's aware of it and makes a point to pay attention to my comfort levels and to please me as much as he possibly can.. and tbh i'm very much into the idea of him having the time of his life so even if i'm not necessarily dead-set on getting off, i love being able to experience all of it with him 🥺 he's just so beautiful and perfect and the way he's putty in my hands absolutely wrecks me, i can't help it