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sassylegshayne · 1 year

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support your local caffeine dealer.

a little 633 word drabble of a meetcute, awkward Shayne encounter in which you, a new barista at his favorite coffeeshop, get to see a very cute regular for the first time! enjoy, feel free to message me, and let me know if y'all want another part!! xx

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Shayne wandered into the small shop, eyes low as the clock struck just past seven in the morning. He followed his usual routine of waiting in the small line patiently, glued to his phone before he could step to the counter.

He's become accustomed to the small group of employees, meeting them through the rotations of his early morning stops, so he was a bit thrown off to see a new face.

Thrown off for maybe a few reasons. To start, someone new? He felt like he'd finally gotten the names of everyone down, feeling comfortable in their small talks, but now he'd have to start it again; the uncomfortable introduction of the new barista and a regular. The second, he just couldn't seem to find his words. You had Shayne in a trance, with eyes that the man felt he could stare at all day, a smile that instantly caused one of his own.

Was he nervous? Was Shayne seriously nervous over meeting a new employee at his local coffee shop? No, of course he wasn't, his palms were always this sweaty, his heart always felt like it was bound to beat out of his chest, and he always takes this long to order.

He finally snapped, realizing he'd been off in his own head a bit too long to be comfortable with. So he smiles back, a bit brighter now.

"Hi."

Shayne wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole. All that time of silence for this. The barista let out a small chuckle that sent butterflies about his stomach and made his knees weak. You offer a greeting to the man before looking to him expectantly.

"I'm sorry, just a, uh, rough night," he chuckled, looking up to the menu, eyes scanning the board as if he hadn't been there a million times.

"Have you been here before?" You smiled, tilting your head a bit as you awaited a response.

"Yeah, a few times before, not often.." Shayne lied straight through his teeth with impeccable timing, as one of the other employees walked past, greeting him by name. The boy's face fell, eliciting a small chuckle from behind the counter as he knew he'd been caught.

"Okay, maybe often," he felt a bit more settled now that he'd been able to avoid your soft eyes. He should've remained that way, because as soon as he looked back to the barista, he felt like he would melt into a puddle on the floor, left for someone to mop up. "I'm Shayne, it's nice to meet you.."

You filled in your name, punctuating it with a small wink that, come to think of it, Shayne may have imagined. His head was swimming with so much and so little all at once that he wouldn't put it past himself to have hallucinated this whole interaction.

Shayne quickly tried his best to shake himself and finally settled on ordering, kind of.

"Surprise me, make me your favorite." He offered a bright smile, cashing out quietly before moving aside to wait.

He couldn't stand himself, was it selfish to ask for your favorite drink just so he could have a little bit of you throughout his day? Shayne had never been so caught off guard by someone before, especially not a stranger.

He left the store, offering a small wave to the person behind the counter as he did. Your name was whispered from Shayne's lips, barely audible, just testing the water to see how it felt. Maybe another selfish move, but he would take his small bits and pieces of you if he could, for now.

Shayne sipped on his drink, damning just how good it was, before deciding that he didn't want you to be a stranger, but he couldn't quite tell why.

#ah i think this is so cute #i hope yall enjoy!#smosh #mine #shayne topp #shayne #smosh au #smosh games #shayne topp x reader #shayne topp au #shayne topp imagine #smosh imagine #smosh x reader #sylcd

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cloudyskiiees · 3 months

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one day i'll learn how to properly share each individual chapter, but until then hey!!! i just posted chapter three of my alenoah death time loop fic. go check it out if any of that interests you!!! :)

#total drama #tdi #alenoah #tdi alejandro #tdi noah #yayayya death loops #chapter three is a solid 2000 words longer than the first two chaps btw #was losing my mind writing it #i hope yall enjoy!

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raelle-writing · 4 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dead Friend Forever - DFF (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Phi Ratthakiat Phromjinda/Jin Jinnaphat Sukmek Characters: Phi Ratthakiat Phromjinda, Jin Jinnaphat Sukmek Additional Tags: Based on Episode 4, Survival, Trapped, Comfort, Phi and Jin taking care of each other, Kissing, Cuddling & Snuggling, Huddling For Warmth, Slice of Life, wrote this for the ending cuddles and it ended up longer than I expected, kinda just a glimpse into their lives at this moment, I'd tag this as character study if we knew more about the characters lol, Phee is the Jin protector, Jin is grateful and wants to return the favor Summary:

Trapped again, Phee focuses on taking care of Jin and trying to get them both out of the temple. Jin focuses on Phee and tries to help him in return.

#another PheeJin fic since my brain lives here now apparently #I'm writing another that'll actually be smutty lol #I hope yall enjoy!#dead friend forever #DFF #dead friend forever DFF #DFF the series #PheeJin #PhiJin #Phee/Jin #Phi/Jin #based on episode 4

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celosiaa · 1 year

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i would give my breath away

Jon is severely ill, and Martin is hanging on by a thread. Good thing he's got his friends back to look after him.

I found this fic in ye old archives when I was planning to write something else!

this fic is loosely a missing scene from the incredible traveller19's fic, "Death is the Easy Way Out." I have gifted this work to them on AO3--please give them a visit and check out their fabulous writing here!!

my Jon is a Jordanian Arabic-speaker! A couple translations to mention: habibi = my love/darling, hayati = my life

let me know what you think if you can <3 cw: hospital setting, panic attacks

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The steady rhythm of the heart monitor has set Martin into somewhat of a trance, the beats matched perfectly to his breaths—in and out; in and out. In his mind’s eye the dingy, patterned wallpaper begins to expand and contract with his lungs, the shapes spinning and enlarging, then slowing back down to size. None of it really draws his focus anymore, however.

He is far, far too exhausted for that.

“Martin,” a soft voice calls from behind him—and he jumps nearly a foot in the air. Had he nodded off? Betrayed Jon—had Jon woken without him, alone, afraid?

A panicked glance at the hospital bed before him shows the same picture he had seen before lights out: his husband, thinned out almost to the extent of his archivist days, oxygen cannula in his nose, dark shadows beneath his eyes. A rattle to his breath. But still sleeping—more peacefully than he had been, even. And thank the gods for that.

“Hey, you’re alright.”

Having nearly forgotten about the voice behind him, Martin finds himself blinking in the light spilling over from the doorway into the darkened room. Two figures stand in silhouette before him. Even if his eyes hadn’t had the time to adjust yet, he would recognize the gentle presence of Tim and Sasha anywhere.

“Hey,” he attempts—but the words come out hoarsely, and he clears his throat. When is the last time he had something to drink? “Hey, guys. Sorry.”

“Here,” Sasha says as she takes a seat beside him, mercifully holding out what appears to be a water bottle. How could she have known? Had he been…obvious?

Gods, he hopes not. He’d been doing his damnedest to be fine.

“How’s he doing?” Tim asks, going to sit on the opposite side of Jon’s bed, as has become habit at this point. “Has he been awake at all?”

“Since…erm, since you left, yeah. Mostly just to cough.”

“Has he been…you know…”

“Confused? No, his fever’s still staying down. Thankfully.”

“Good. That’s—”

“Better, yeah. For now.”

Beep. Beep.

Martin feels more than sees the glance shared between Tim and Sasha; braces himself against the irritation rising ever more easily in his gut as the days have passed. They don’t deserve that. They don’t deserve it, they haven’t done anything—

“Martin…”

“What?” he snaps, ashamed of it as soon as it comes out of his mouth.

Right. Level-headed Blackwood strikes again.

Strikes in an even more devastating way than intended—as Jon begins to stir at the sudden sound. Martin sucks in a sharp breath as he watches Jon’s eyebrows knit together, and his right hand reaches up toward the oxygen cannula.

“Oh no no, darling. Let it alone,” Martin soothes quickly, gently prying Jon’s fingers from the tubing. “It’s alright.”

At the closeness of Martin’s voice, Jon’s eyes begin to flutter open, wincing at the fluorescence from the doorway. Tim hurries to block out as much as he can of it at once, for which Martin finds himself suffering a twinge of guilt and gratitude. Shove it down. Put it away for later, that’s all there is to do, because the guilt could send him spinning and spinning and spinning—

Stop. Stop it.

“Jon? You with us?” Sasha asks in scarce more than a whisper.

“Mmm…here.”

Hoarse and shallow as it may be, something wonderful soars in Martin’s stomach at the sound of his husband’s voice. He’d been sleeping so much today—not that it was a bad thing at all, but…it still gives him comfort all the same. He’s still with us. Mentally and physically, still with us.

The relief he feels washing over him like the tide is turned quickly into ice by the sound of Jon’s coughing. Sleep, while wonderful and healing, also comes with drawbacks when you’ve managed to develop what’s shaped up to be a severe pneumonia—everything has been settling in his chest the longer his mind remains too drowsy to trigger his cough reflex. And it certainly sounds it, by the way it sounds like he’s trying to force the ocean through a straw just to bring something up.

“Okay, alright, I’ve got you,” Martin says as he leans Jon’s trembling frame forward, make it easier to clear his lungs. As he has done so many times over the last week that it has become routine, he uses one hand to brace Jon forward, the other to move the box of tissues and an emesis bin within his immediate sight. More likely than not, Jon was going to bring up something. They had learned that in a rather unpleasant fashion on the first night of admission.

This time, however. This time, Jon’s airways sound so constricted around the mucus blocking them that he can barely get any air in at all. No loosening rattle in his chest to be heard—none at all, and rather than reaching for either of the objects before him, Jon uses a free hand to clutch at his chest while he gasps.

“Jon?! Jon, it’s alright, we’ll get help—Tim—“

“On it.”

Tim quickly reaches over Jon’s bed for the call button, while Sasha takes the more direct route of poking her head outside the door. Sooner than later, two nurses stride into the room, taking in the situation just as Jon’s monitor starts to blare its alarm.

CAN’T BREATHE. CAN’T BREATHE.

It might as well be screaming those words directly into Martin’s ears, with the panic that hits him. How could everyone be so calm? It’s not right, he’s not safe, he can’t breathe he can’t breathe please god help him I need him please—

“Martin? Hey hey hey, alright. Sit down, he’s alright.”

“No no no no please no—“

“He’s panicking. Tim—“

“I’ve got it. Just stay there.”

Every color around him a blur; every breath a gasping heave. The rushing of his own heartbeat in his ears drowns out everything else around him; all except that beeping, so fast too fast too fast, Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon—

“Martin? Hey, listen to me—“

No he bloody well won’t, not when Jon is dying and Tim is holding him back—

“Stop. Listen to me. He’s not in danger, mate. They’ve got him.”

Who’s got him? Who took him don’t take him don’t make me leave—

“He’s on the nebulizer, Martin. That’s all he needed. Hey, look at me.”

…what?

“Don’t make me put you on one too.”

The pounding, pounding, pounding of the blood in his ears lessening gradually, Martin begins to hear the sound of his own breathing—rapid, shallow, gasping. Slow down, he needs to slow it—stars dance in his vision when he opens his eyes, and he knows he needs to be getting more air if he wants to avoid passing out.

Don’t leave him don’t leave him you promised

Breathe. Breathe. In-2-3-4, out-2-3-4. In—

“Good, mate. You’re doing good.”

Such platitudes—undeserved though they are—settle something in Martin’s chest, allowing his hearing to further come back to him. The beeping is still here, of course. It never leaves, and feels like it may never leave again. But it is slower, much steadier, much more even. No alarms.

Just the man he loves in a hospital bed, his friend holding his hand.

And Martin breaks.

The levy of his mind holding back the encroaching tide bursts, and it all spills out in sobs he finds he can no longer control. God, Jon. God, Christ. Please. Please. I can’t lose you I can’t lose you—

“Habibi?”

His voice. Wrecked, wavering, strong. Full of a worry Martin knows he placed there with his silly little outburst.

You make everything worse you make him worse everything is better without you—

“Martin. Love, it’s…it’s alright.”

Still regaining his breath from the fit, Jon is forced to take a breath in the middle of his short sentence—but he sounds neither distressed, nor desperate, nor delirious. Just Jon. Just Jon. And Martin could never deny him anything.

“M’here, I’m coming.”

As he stands from where he seemingly collapsed on the floor, Tim holds his arms vaguely outstretched, as if afraid he might tip over. But no, Martin wouldn’t put anything else on him, not after he had caused the whole mess himself—and manages to make it back to his chair beside Jon’s bed. With no small amount of surprise, he finds that the nebulizer has already been replaced by the nasal cannula again—and though labored, Jon’s breathing is nowhere near distressed. No panic or glassiness to his eyes. Simply that gorgeous, deep brown cutting directly to Martin’s soul.

He cannot say why, but it makes his chest ache.

“Are you alright?”

Martin lets out a strangled sort of laugh at the question. “Are you?”

“Fine, love.”

“Stop that. I know you’re not.”

“I’m—I’m really okay now. Sorted.”

Tears swimming in his eyes, Martin looks away, shaking his head with fury and heartbreak. Can’t he see, he almost died? Can’t he see that everything was always on the line, constant, never-ending? It makes him sick; he’s going to be sick, I’m gonna be sick—

“Asthma attack, Martin. Added to the pneumonia. That’s all it was.”

“Oh, that’s all, is it, Tim?”

“Not what I meant.”

He’s picking a fight, he knows he is. Ready to swing at anyone; just as ready to take a hit. Tim should be fighting him back by now—he ought to be angry, the way he’s acting, come on let me have it I deserve it—

“Martin. Hayati. Look at me.”

All the anger slips out of his frame at his voice, along with the tears spilling over the edges of his eyes. Jon could always undo him like this at a mere word, it seems. One of the countless reasons to love him. One that is entirely too overwhelming in this moment.

“Sorry, m’sorry,” he half-sobs, pressing the bases of his palms to his eyes in protest to the leakage.

“Martin, please look at me.”

At last, he does so, meeting Jon’s wide and weary eyes, so filled with concern and hurt and love that Martin doesn’t deserve. Would never deserve.

“You need to…get some rest. Proper— ha, proper sleep.”

The hollow of his belly threatens to swallow him whole. Leave him; how could he leave him?

He wants me to leave him?

“Just—just rest darling,” he says tremulously, fidgeting aimlessly with Jon’s blankets and pillows. “Get your breath back—“

“No—listen. Please.”

And how could he deny him that? Jon’s trembling hand grasps his own—whether weakly or gently, Martin cannot be sure.

“Go h—home, Martin. Please. Need to—to rest.”

A half-sob escapes Martin’s chest unbidden on an exhale. “You rest, I’ll be just here, I’ll make sure no one bothers you—“

“No…no. Y—“ An exhausted, rattling cough escapes his chest, interrupts his thoughts for the moment. Long enough for Tim to brace his shoulder from the opposite side of the bed as he breaths shallowly, eyeing him closely. “You, Martin. You…”

He trails off again, eyes losing their sharpness in a wave of overwhelming weariness. It shatters Martin’s heart. Surely he hadn’t much left to shatter at this point.

“Jon?”

“M’sorry,” he whispers hoarsely. “Jus’ tired.”

“Sleep then, love. Just rest.”

“Sorry.”

“Hush, now. You’re alright.”

A mere few moment of Martin’s fingers carding through his hair is enough for Jon to sink deeper into sleep, head lolling against the pillow and expression going slack. And thank god for that, really, he’d been having such dreadful night terrors, and he hardly sleeps for longer than an half an hour, and he has to nearly sit up to breathe and he’s not comfortable and he’s so, so ill—

“I…think what he’s saying,” Sasha begins carefully, stepping around the bed to place a hand on Martin’s back, interrupting his spiral. “Is that you need to rest, Martin. He wants you to go home for the night.”

“So do we, mate,” Tim adds, a rare quietness to his voice that brings the bottomless well of tears springing back up in his eyes again. “You’re absolutely spent.”

Breathe, 2, 3, 4 —out, 2, 3, 4

Pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes is not enough to stem the flow of his tears—hasn’t been for quite some time now. The mere thought of leaving Jon in this state is enough to set his heart racing. Or it would be, ordinarily, if it weren’t threatening to beat out of his chest near constantly for the past god-knows-how-many hours now. All of the sudden, Sasha’s hand on his back, moving slowly, comfortingly, is too much—christ, does he ache; his back and chest and neck and pounding, pounding head.

But he can’t. Can he?

“I feel—“ A gasping sob. “S-sorry. Sorry. I just c…can’t leave him. Won’t let him be alone.”

“I’m staying,” Tim states with intense finality. “You’re going. But I’m staying. He won’t be alone.”

“N-no, Tim—you can’t, your migraines—“

“I’ll be careful,” he assures. “Also? Couldn’t care less. You need to go home. And I need to be here.”

“But—“

“It’s okay, Martin.” Sasha crouches in front of his chair, setting a hand on his bouncing knee. “He’s safe. And he won’t be alone.”

“But what if—“

“Anything happens, and I call you,” says Tim. “I promise.”

God, my head.

“Come on, Martin.” He must have held the silence for too long, as the next thing he knows, Sasha is tugging him up from his bedside chair. “I’ll take you home.”

He puts up little resistance, and hates himself for it—but the moment he steps outside into the bracing cold, he feels nothing but relief. Jon is safe, in the hospital where he needs to be, in the company of a trusted friend. And so is he.

We’ll be alright, love. I really think we might just be alright.

#tma #tma fic #sickfic #whump #pneumonia #panic attacks #because what else do i ever write lol #i hope yall enjoy!

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fat-butch-dyke · 1 year

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Puzzleshipping tentacle hentai

Here it is friends please enjoy aaaaa

#yugioh #yami yugi #yugi mutou #into the void #puzzleshipping #ns/fw #writing requests #minimal editing but oh well lol #these are mostly for fun #i hope yall enjoy!

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massive-uwu-energy · 2 years

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Heartstopper Tickle Fic!

Nick and Charlie sleep over and are bored so they decide to play a classic game of truth or dare! it does end up exposing poor nick.

( i know truth or dare is super like basic, i've never written a fic before so cut me some slack!)

Nick and Charlie just got home from school, it was a weekend so Nick decided to come over to Charlie's and of course he was super happy to have Nick over.

After they finished their homework, they both realized they was very bored

"Aha! What about truth or dare!" Nick exclamed

"Thats the most sterotypical thing on the planet!" Charlie said with a giggle

"Well i dont see you having any good ideas!" Nick said fluffing Charlies hair

"Fineeeee" Charlie said while removing his boyfriends hand

So the game began! They were playing with the app, and it was all silly little truths and dares, until Nick chose truth

Charlie gasped at his phone "You have to tell the truth to this one! Are you ticklish, and if so where are you most ticklish?"

Nick Nelsons flustered face said it all "N-no! Your turn!" Nick said avoiding eye contact

"I think your lyinggg~" Charlie teased while slowly making his way to Nick

"C-Charlie! We can talk about this!" Nick said backing up slowly

Charlie lunged himself at Nick, knocking Nick down and sitting down at his hips

Nick was blushing like mad! Covering his face and giggling nervously

Charlie just started wiggling his fingers and his giggles went up a octave!

"I havent even tickled you yet! Honesly rugby lad i can take you down just by wiggling my fingers at you

"S-shut up!" Nick said without any real spite

"I wonder what would happen if~" Charlie said while tickling Nicks sides gently

"ah! aha chahaharlie!!" Nick giggled, making absolutly no effort to stop him

"i thought you wasnt ticklish! Did you lie to me?!" Charlie said while tickling one side and squeezing the other

"ihihim sohohohohory! aH!" Nick said while now kicking his feet and wiggling around

"your just like a golden retriver!" Charlie said while making a claw with his hand and tickling Nicks tummy

"ahahaham nohohohot *snort* ohohoho god!" Nick said while snorting

"Did you just snort?! Can you get any cuter?!" Charlie asked while giggling along with him

After a few more minutes of tickles, Charlie let up

"Since your obviously very ticklish, where are you most ticklish?" Charlie asked crossing his arms

"W-will you not go to hard on me?"

"Promise!" Charlie said with a promising smile

Nick somehow blushed darker and raised his arms, not able to keep them up long before putting them down and giggling more

Charlie grabbed one of Nicks arms and pinned it on the ground, while the giggling Nick just covered his face with the other hand

"You ready giggles?" Charlie asked his boyfriend with his new nickname

Nick nodded

Charlies smile grew on his face seeing his boyfriend so adorable like this! How is he so cute!?

Charlie lifted one finger and slowly wiggled it in Nicks underarm, and he went nuts!

"AHAHAHAHA!! C-CHAHAHAHAR! EHEHEHE!" Nick loudly laughed outloud, Charlie joined him

"Is this your tickle spot?" Charlie teased

Nick nodded frantically, finnaly after what felt like forever of Charlie attacking him, Nick finnaly fought back. Nick pushed Charlie back with the one hand that wasnt pinned down

Charlie shot back up and laughed along with Nick, easing his attack on his poor boyfriend

"C-charrr, your so mean!" Nick winned, not really meaning it

"Oh you poor thing, you enjoyed it though!"

Nick hid his poor blushing face in his hands "S-shut up"

Charlie giggled and pulled Nick into a hug, knowing he was going to be tickling him again very soon

#heartstopper tickle #lee!nick #ler!charlie #tickle #heartstopper #omg this is my first fic #ahhhh #i hope yall enjoy!

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sculkdin · 2 years

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RIGHT i remembered i should probably paste the links to my fics on here huh. anyways! have some c!dream and c!tina, post prison escape, dubiously canon compliant (as in, canon has not yet disproven it, but... probably will eventually lol rip)

Summary: It's years of hanging out with Sapnap that has Dream actually recognizing the subtleties of Tina's approach.

For Sapnap, it was a shift in heat, a drop in humidity, dry air blowing across your face with the arid sense of heavy smoke.

For Tina, it's a bitter gust of cold wind, the sharp feeling of ice on the back of your neck, a chill in your bones that nearly makes your teeth chatter.

For both of them, it's the kind of feeling that creeps in, something no one would ever notice unless they were looking for it.

And Dream, in this moment, is looking for it.

(In the aftermath of the breakout, Dream befriends Tina. Or rather, Tina is befriended by Dream.)

#dreamwastaken #dream #tinakitten #c!dream #c!tina #dsmp #dream smp #why am i posting this now? well #i MAY have a prequel to this fic nearly ready to post ahahaha #also. tina's stream last night made my love for this duo come back full throttle #so #i hope yall enjoy!

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emberglowfox · 7 months

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Keeper -- a short comic about an angel meeting a robotic lighthouse keeper that doesn't know the world has already ended. Made in about 18 hours for a 24-hour 24-page* black and white comic challenge (that I arrived late to, ha.)

*the actual submission does not include the cover, which was created after the fact for this post.

This was a really great learning experience as someone who's... never really made a completed comic. I ended up really attached to the story by the end of the project (possibly due to all-nighter deliriousness lol) and ultimately am very proud of what I made.There are some things I'd still like to change, particularly text placement, but in keeping with the spirit of the challenge I've elected to leave it as is.

#sparks art #comic #angel #robot #my art #my comics #keeper: the angel #keeper: the lighthouse keeper #my ocs #hoogh. this was a grind yall lmao. but i am pleased with it #i hope you enjoy :pray: also keep your fingers crossed for me that this wins the contest #like it. it wont. because i am up against actual SEQA kids that know what theyre doing. and i dont actually mind really #but it would be funny #long post #very long post #sorry #i hope the readmore works

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lupucs · 3 months

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Undyne tries to be a good lab partner to Alphys but then Frisk shows up with some newfound skills 🐟🦖 Made with Blender!

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#undertale #animation #undyne #alphys #alphyne #frisk #blender #3d animation #i worked like 5 months on this on and off why am i like this #ive been meaning to model and animate them for a while im so glad i finally got around to it #their designs were so interesting to make i tried to keep em cartoony and stylized #hope yall enjoy i snuck in some details here n there hehe

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crazywolf828 · 10 months

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To all my writers who have a tough time with smut terms and not knowing which ones to use, I have found the holy grail for us.

This reddit user, who I've recently found out is @kjscottwrites here on tumblr, took a poll of 3,500 people and went really in depth with asking their favorite terminology, along with actual pie charts on what the readers preferred to see in their smut.

Check out their post with the link to the Google doc here!

#hope yall enjoy😌#share to save a life because god smut is so hard to write😭#fics #fan fiction #fanfiction #writing #writing tips #smut #write #don't mind me #i dunno what else to tag this as

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sant-riley · 6 months

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[Touchy feely] [tf141 headcanons]

(Romantic impied Task force 141 boys x gender neutral!reader headcanons :))

Summary: Being the sweetheart of the task force means the boys are not shy about the fact that they're all simps and always want some sort of contact with you at all times.

Consists of romantic/suggestive headcanons for each of the guys and little things they do with you <3

Words: about 1.5k (this was supposed to be short, whoops)

Warnings/Info: Can be read separately but it is intended that they all harbor feelings for you at the same time, possibly out of character for everyone, some swearing, the guys manhandle you, as always, let me know if I miss something!

Thinking about how each of the boys is so touchy with you, it doesn't matter where you are or who you're with, they're shameless.

Other units and teams who will sometimes share the base with 141 know better than to ask questions or directly say anything to one of the guys or you for that matter. Not that they could anyway, seeing as you always have at least one of them attached to your hip.

Price:

Anyone who walks into Price's office late at night to turn something in is used to seeing you next to the Captain on the little dingy loveseat he has in there.

John is usually smoking a cigar, taking care to not blow smoke your way while your head is resting on his shoulder. Your eyes closed as you hum at his words. It's terribly domestic for a military base.

John likes to gently play with your hair while he speaks about missions he's been on, always somehow trying to braid despite not knowing how to for jack shit, whether it because it's you or just the mindless motion, he's not willing to say.

John will usually walk you back to your room after dinner or time in his office unless he's swamped with work.

A small hand on the small of your back while he leads you. It's always a respectable touch, though he tucks you into his side, nodding at everyone you may pass.

If you're comfortable with it, he likes to press a kiss to your head, smiling that goofy ass smile, and tells you to get a good night's rest.

He lets you help him trim up his beard, he won't let you do all of it but he likes the closeness of it, him sitting down while you gently shape it up, tilting his head up and he tries his best to not stare directly at your chest.

The fact that he's letting you this close to his neck with a razor is a sign of trust, maybe small for others but for a man that doesn't drop his guard and doesn't truly trust others, it speaks volumes.

The first time he let you, you were barely putting any pressure and he grabbed your hand in his and showed you. "You're not gonna hurt me, put more force into it, yeah?"

Don't get me started on going out on walks in London with Price, he wraps you up in his beanie and some big leather jacket he has that dwarves you, helping you move through crowds by once again holding the small of your back, or taking your smaller hand in his. (He doesn't correct anyone if they mistake you as married)

He likes to kiss the back of your hand and laughs when it makes you blush and sputter out that his beard is scratchy.

Ghost:

Ghost is a subtle one, he won't actively reach for you or your hand but he does have some part of him against you most times.

Whether it be his leg, arm, or thigh, anything works. A normal place yall will be seen together is in the dining hall, you've both learned to ignore the stares from everyone else.

Simon never eats there, just sits with you until you're finished and then you both move on to either his quarters or somewhere else so he can peel his mask up to eat a bit.

However, while you're eating and telling him about anything under the sun, he'll lean over and wipe some crumbs off of your mouth with his thumb softly, which again, you're used to so okay whatever but Recruits always are taken aback in their seats.

Ghost's reflexes kick into overdrive with you. His hand going to cover a corner of a table 9/10 times before you completely wreck your shit, but when he does miss (sometimes on purpose).

He'll bring a hand up to rub at your head for you, chuckling under his breath before cooing down at you "That hurt pretty? Sure look like it did."

Whenever you two specifically are paired onto a mission, doesn't matter if any of the guys complain, he will share a cot/tent with you. He claims he runs the hottest (he doesn't, it's Johnny but he will not lose on this) and can keep your body the warmest.

He pretty much lugs you on top of him and wraps his arms around your waist, he'll press a hand against your head if you keep fidgeting, rasping at you to go to sleep. He takes great pride in the fact that you're usually out like a light very shortly.

I've said it once and I'll say it again, Ghost likes to hook a finger into your body straps and pull it really hard and let it smack you to get your attention if you're not actively paying attention to him, he'll soothe the area but he's smirking behind that fucking mask.

On that note, he definitely does the "You got something right here." And points at your chest and immediately pull up to flick your nose hard as fuck, he KNOWS his own strength but sometimes your eyes water and he immediately feels bad.

Ghost rests his head on your chest a lot, he finds your heartbeat to be soothing and reassuring, also grunts if you don't wrap your arms around him in return, bro literally shoves his head into you and groans

This is a grown man but it's cute so you let it slide bc he'll never ask for it outright, he just assumes you'll cradle his head.

Soap:

Johnny is the most shameless motherfucker here, I'm talking about draping himself over you, grabbing at your cheeks, ruffling your hair, kissing you dangerously close to your lips (it drives the others mad), he's the most unapologetic about it and will gloat to the others.

Manhandler #1, isn't above grabbing you by your hips and picking you up to move you somewhere, he's literally gone and grabbed you from some rookies side to come stand next to him with a smile and you're just so used to it that you just shrug and go along with it. (He gets slightly jealous, why would you stand next to some random ass dude and not him??)

Throws you over his shoulder, or likes you to cling to his front or his back and just carries you, he says it's a comfortable weight. If you ever dare say you're too heavy, he's gonna go to the gym and work out even more to PROVE to you that he simply doesn't care, he will carry you.

Extremely bad habit of sneaking into your room to fall asleep with you, Price has come into your room many times to see Soap sprawled on top of you, he's drooling and snoring and you're knocked the fuck out (he's like a glorified weighted blanket).

I've touched on this before but he only wants you to cut his hair for him, yeah he can go to the barber on base but he much prefers you and loves it when you scratch at his scalp. He also likes to just have his head in between your thighs but that's something else for another time-

Soap specifically slings you over his shoulder a lot, especially off base where he truly doesn't have any fucks to give.

You're not going to bed because you have other work?? Too bad, shoulder time you go. You're not willing to get up and make yourself food? Good thing he's here, either pick what you want from the kitchen or throw some clothes on bc he IS dragging you out of the house.

Johnny likes to draw on you a lot, it ranges from scribbles, to sometimes his name if he's feeling cheeky (he's drawn it on your thigh before and you didn't notice until Gaz shot you a look), to intricate drawings of whatever he can think whether it be a landscape or an animal.

He always holds you steady and it isn't uncommon for your limbs to fall asleep but it's worth it, if only to see him smile.

Gaz:

Gaz is probably the most secretly clingy person out of the four, he CAN function without your touch but does he PREFER to? No.

His first instinct in any situation is to grab you and shield you, he's the fastest of the four so his body moves without thinking and it's saved you more times than any of you would like to count.

The one mission where you both fell out of a moving truck, he tucked your body into his despite it costing him his shoulder popping out of the socket, you couldn't help but freak out while Ghost moved to pop it back into place.

"Why the fuck would you do that? Look at your arm!" "It's nothing." "Garrick what the fuck-"

When you're out anywhere off base, he's holding your hand, good luck trying to pull away bc he is not letting go. Too bad so sad, resign to your fate.

I think Gaz is definitely good at dancing, at least with you and when the right music is on, you cannot tell me this man wouldn't twirl you around and shit-fight me on it. He'll even lift you off your feet, laughing when you scramble to grab at his shoulders.

He goes stark still if you rest your head on his shoulder, not because he's nervous but because he's worried about waking you up when he knows you deserve a rest.

He'll usually wrap his arm around your shoulder to hold you in place so the heli ride doesn't jostle you so much, gentleness rubbing his knuckles along your arm to soothe you.

Gaz is the one who holds you when you have nightmares, on rare occasions when Soap isn't in your room and you just need to be held with no talking, you always without thinking find yourself in Kyle's room, his arms wrapped around your waist as he tucks your head under his chin, no questions asked.

He'll maybe hum a tune to help you relax but other than that, he lets you lead the way.

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chocolate confession ♡

fem reader, part 2 for the ring pop proposal miniseries since yall were asking for it ! fem reader, soft n worried katsu, white day chocolates, katsu n reader r in highschool (ignore the no dorms blehh :P) in this one, this also reeks of my ocxcanon ship msorry yall lolololol, i dont think there are any warnings, but lemme know if i missed sum else !

the first person who realizes katsuki is trying to confess to you is his mom because he hasn't left the kitchen since he'd banished everyone from coming in as soon as the sun peeked through the curtains.

the older woman had no idea what the sounds of pots and pans clanging, mixed with not-so-quiet cursing meant, at first. but she figured it out quickly, call it mother's intuition, or the fact that she checked her calendar and realized tomorrow was white day.

mitsuki knew her son was going to confess to you when he came back from school with a cutely wrapped box of chocolates. her katsuki was still rowdy—if not rowdier and even less approachable than he was as a chubby cheeked little boy, so she guessed by the blush and barely suppressed smile on his face that—

"ouuu, got yourself some chocolates ? aren't you a heartthrob.." she teased "who'd you get those from ?"

katsuki scoffed at his mothers teasing. he rolled his eyes, but they wouldn't—or rather couldn't stray far away from the wrapped sweet treats. he runs his thumb over the ribbon tied in front.

"..yn gave 'em to me." he huffs proudly.

as she guessed, they came from you. of course.

katsuki is still—if not even more protective over everything that involves you, practically growling at his mom's not so sneaky attempts at trying to sneak a chocolate when he had opened the box "yn made 'em for me, so no touchin'." he snarled, stomping over to his room and ignoring his mom's knowing smirk when he made his way up the stairs.

this memory brings her back to now when she suddenly hears..nothing. absolute silence in contrast to all the ruckus from only a few seconds ago. and then the door creaks open just a bit and mitsuki sees her son's head peek out from the corner. she looks up from her magazine to raise a brow in question and the blond boy glares, jolting his head to the side in a silent plea for her to come over.

she saunters to the door, knowing smirk growing wider the more her son's grumpy face comes into view. she gets a peek of her kitchen through the small crack her son allowed her to see. she had to admit, though rowdy, katsuki was anything but messy. even though the dishes piled up, she knew he'd clean them up soon enough. she looks down at him and he avoids eye contact.

"can i come into my kitchen now ?" she smirks. katsuki scoffs at his feet. he grumbles something unintelligible before side stepping and telling her to 'just come in already.'

the woman is greeted with a batch of freshly made chocolates, which she assumes are one's you like if she knew how enamoured her katsuki was with you.

"ouu, who are these for, hm ?" she teased, but if he knew her son well enough she knew that these—

"sh-shut up !" katsuki snapped, cheeks turning red and eyes drifting around the room "you know who.." he challenges. mitsuki smirks wider, crossing her arms.

as she guessed, they're for you.

"okay.." she humors him, shifting her weight to her other leg " and what do you need me to do here ?"

katsuki inhales shortly to himself. he picks up one of the chocolates, not from your tray because those were for you and no one else, but from another tray she hadn't noticed of sloppier batches.

"try this." is all he says. handing her a little piece of deformed chocolate and she plops it into her mouth. she takes the time to let the sweet treat melt on her tongue before letting out a pleased hum. katsuki straightens up and his eyes shine and brighten the slightest bit.

"mhm, these are good." she acknowledged "but why don't i get one of the pretty ones ?" she teases. her katsuki all but scoffs in her face, simply stating that "these are for yn, not you."

and mitsuki realizes. he must've been working for hours trying to make these chocolates perfect for you, she guessed. her heart warms and her eyes soften at her son's adoration for you.

"but the one you gave me is good too, why can't you just give her one of those ?" at that, katsuki shoots her an incredulous look, like she had just told him something utterly unimaginable.

"i can't go around givin' her shitty chocolates ! 'specially not if i.." he trails off suddenly, grumbling with balled fists. he wipes at his cheek to try and wipe off his embarrassment. mitsuki feels her smile practically reach her ears. she's too good at this.

"if you what ?" she sings, leaning towards her son. he grumbles.

"if i—stop looking at me like that ! s'creepy so knock it off !" the blond snapped, face and ears a bright shade of pink and mitsuki can't help but bark out a loud laugh at her son's flustered state, her laugh drowns out the low growl he makes. she decides to spare him after a good giggle.

"okay, okay. i get it." she reassures. because she does, of course she does. but she sees something is wrong with the way her son seems satisfied for only a second before he's chewing at his lower lip and the way he wipes his hands against his pants. she knows her katsuki is extremely hard to handle. he could be quite the brat, but also extremely stubborn (she thinks she might know where he got that from.) so asking him simply what was wrong was out of the question. so she decides to coax him into it.

"you gonna give them to her tomorrow ?" he nods, hiding his eyes with his bangs.

"they're good. so i'm gonna give 'em to her tomorrow." her son nods at his mumbled pep talk, but the tension between his brows doesn't let up and after a moment, he sighs grumpily.

"what if i, like, fuck it up..?" mitsuki's eyes soften at her son's insecurities showing despite himself.

"how would you do that ? all you gotta do is hand them over." she asks softly. katsuki huffs.

"it's not that simple," he retorts "what if i make it weird ? what if i make things between us weird an' she doesn't wanna be with me anymore..." the sad tone of voice and the angry little puppy dog eyes make mitsuki melt, despite growing up a lot. despite being quippy and rowdy and a major brat, her katsuki will always be her little boy tugging at the bag of sweet ring pops he'd begged her to buy at the grocery store. her little boy who smiled a bright determined smile as the bag crinkled in his hand following his proud stomps to the car back home, ready for tomorrow.

a surprised throaty noise escapes katsuki when his mom places a hand in his hair, running her fingers through it. he makes a displeased noise, again, but doesn't try to stop her. mitsuki does realize her son is trying to confess to you with these chocolates, but she's a woman too and she knows you, she's known you since you were small and she knows how much you care about her son. she knows from the way katsuki kept the chocolates to himself, the barely supressed giddiness in all of his actions and the way he took his time enjoying every bite she knows and realizes that these chocolates were most definitely just for him.

and she guessed maybe you were trying to tell him something too.

she knew her katsuki had absolutely nothing to worry about, because you carried you empty ring pop container around with you in your bag and proudly explained it was 'your husband katsu' that gave it to you with a giggle. because you'd kiss his cheek without worrying about the ooh's and the kissy noises, only her son's cherry red cheeks but proud smile. because you'd giggle and laugh when he still called you his wife well into elementary school, and because you still smile so wide at the mention of his little ring pop proposal. and so, she smiled. startling katsuki by rubbing his hair fast like an almost noogie. he growls at the sudden shift, gripping his mother's arm and pulling away with a scowl, rubbing and trying to fix his hair. "the hell are you doin', hag ?!" her son seethed, and all she can do is smile.

"you got nothin' to worry about, katsuki." she says sincerely, the boy's arms drop and altough his barely there pout remains he tries to act tough, raising a brow at her "how do you know that ?"

"call it mother's intuition." her smile widens at his scoff and rolled eyes, he's better at it now and she laughs. " why do you wanna give these to her ?" she urges. he thinks for a moment, before his cheeks burn red again but his eyes go soft and warm and so much more enamoured with you than he was all those years ago in the car.

"cus..i like her.." he confesses "an' i don't want anybody else to do it before me." he finishes bitterly.

he's always been protective of you. any other boy you were paired up with or sat next to when the class seating order changed was considered public enemy number one for a while. of course, you had him on a leash, always being able to soothe him by saying that he was your number one best friend. and that was more than enough for him to throw smart glares and snarky smirks, grabbing your hand and dragging you off somewhere to show you something cool. something he knew you'd find cool because he prided himself in knowing exactly what you liked more than the other boys. your favorite ice cream, flowers, and chocolate flavor.

and mitsuki smiles. "right, you like her. so you can't let that scare you off, can you ?" mitsuki feels her heart soaring with pride, albeit with a little amusement when her son scoffs in response "course not. i ain't scared of shit." he states, she decides to ignore the irony of his statement for now.

"of course," she nods "and just between us, i think she likes you, too. i dunno how she does but.." katsuki's eyes widen like she'd just told him something ridiculous, completely ignoring her jab at him. she has to hold back a harsh laugh at how oblivious her son could be.

"that's just my guess though !" she shrugs nonchalantly "but there's only one way to find out if i'm right.."

after a beat, katsuki nods to himself with a grunt, grabbing the tray of chocolates and putting it in the fridge, ready for tomorrow, and wordlessly rolling up his sleeves and starting the dishes, as mitsuki guessed, and she smiles. she pets her son's head again briefly, ignoring his dissaproving grumbles, before giving him a pat on the back and wishing him good luck.

the next day, katsuki walks over to her, sat on the couch, immediately after coming back from school, with a proud smirk and gleaming red cheeks. and mitsuki knew she had nothing to worry about as she grins back.

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