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saeyoungchoismaid · 9 months

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{9:30 am}

Finding Childe shirtless, clad in nothing but tight, black boxers and a purple apron, was the last thing you thought you’d find in your kitchen.

“Ajax?” you mumble, wiping the crusties from your eyes as you stare at him in confusion and disbelief.

He turns at the sound of your voice and immediately smiles over at you, his hands still placed behind him as he adjusts the tightness of his apron.

“Good mornin’, sleepin beauty! Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna put that cute ass of yours to work?” he greets with his usual smirk. Heat floods your cheeks as you tug your nightshirt down, the kitchen air suddenly feeling cold on your bare lower half.

“What are you doing here?” you mumble instead of answering him, watching him flit around the kitchen as he grabs things in preparation of breakfast.

Your question makes him pause though. He turns to half face you, his feet still planted to the ground. He tilts his head to the side like a dog who just heard a sound it’s human cannot hear. “Do you…not remember last night?” he asks hesitantly.

“Uh…no? Should I…?” you mumble, rubbing at your forehead before scratching at your scalp. Now that he mentions it, you got a bit of a headache going on. Your answer makes a cute pout come to his face before it’s instantly flickering to that smirk that you’ve come to love.

He struts over to you and you suddenly feel like prey underneath the eyes of a predator. He backs you right up into your counter and you jump a bit upon feeling it. Your teeth grab ahold of your bottom lip as he places his hands on the counter that’s on both sides of your hips. He puts his weight into his grip, his scarred arms flexing because of it. His face is so close to yours that you can smell the berries he was snagging for the pancakes he was planning on making. You gulp. He’s too close—way too close. You might short circuit at this point.

“Need a reminder?” he breathes, his warm breath hitting your cheek from how he’s tilted his head closer to yours. He brings his lips to your ear, gently brushing them there, before whispering, “Can you cuddle me?”

You wriggle around in someone’s hold, trying to break free. “Let go of me! I have to wait for Ajax!” you shout. The arms around you tighten to prevent you from falling from the princess hold they’ve got you captured in, but they stop moving forward at least.

“How come?” they ask, shifting your weight in their arms. Whoever this person is, they must be super strong. Then again, everyone kinda has to be in Teyvat.

“Cause I love him and he’s perfect and-“ you start to whine, ready to go on a whole tangent about this man. The person against you tenses and tightens their grip even further. This is what cuts you off as you whine in pain now. “Hey! That hurts! You better put me down or he’ll beat your ass!” you start to shout confidently.

Your eyes widen as you’re finally set down. You’re met with a heavy, blue gaze, hands clamped down onto your shoulders to keep you steady. “Oh yeah?” they taunt, stepping closer to you and completely disregarding the first part of your words, it seems. The way they said that…so sure and cocky and confident…it almost sounded like-

You gasp as you suddenly throw your arms around the person who is indeed no stranger at all. “Ajax! When did you get here? I missed you!” you scream, holding the last vowel for much longer than necessary.

You feel laughter rumble through his chest and into yours as he wraps his own arms back around you. “Around the time you were asking for your sixth set of shots,” he teases. You giggle like a schoolgirl as you now hang off of him to keep yourself upright.

“Why didn’t you say so?” you tease right back, putting your arms around his neck and starting to pull like you’re going to be able to lift yourself up into his arms. He lets out an amused snort as he just stands there watching you struggle for a moment. When you start pouting with your face just mere inches from his though, he feels something stirring in his chest and has to stamp it out fast.

He swiftly picks you up once more and you rest your heavy head onto his shoulder. The entire walk back to your place, you ramble and tell him about everything he’s missed out on since he’s been gone on whatever adventure was demanded of him.

“And then I went to the hilichurl camp and beat some serious ass and—oh! We’re here!” Your ranting finally comes to a close upon spotting your house. You don’t see it, due to you staring at your own house like it’s the first time you’ve ever seen it, but Childe smiles to himself. You’re just so cute.

He unlocks the door, carries you inside, helps you brush your teeth, once again carries you to your bed, and turns away once he’s picked out some jammies for you. After several minutes, you manage to get out of your clothes and into the shirt he picked out without toppling over. However, you didn’t have such luck with your pants.

You flop down face first into the bed, letting out a tired groan. Childe turns around and opens his mouth to ask if you want water when he sees your bare legs (and a hint of your underwear). He blushes nine different shades of red as he quickly looks away. Normally it’s not so easy to fluster him (you’ve tried), but to have developed feelings for such a cute person…he can’t help it sometimes.

He huffs a breath with a dumb smile on his face, shaking his head and ruffling his hair. You’re going to be the death of him. “C’mon. Lay in bed properly or you’ll get cold,” he chastises, fixing your form to put you under the warm covers.

Upon putting you vertical on the bed, you throw your limbs around him to trap him. “Can you cuddle me?” you mumble sleepily, your eyes barely open. He bites his lip, his inner demons fighting in a full on war.

“I dunno if that’s-“ he starts to deny.

“Please!” you beg, tightening your grip on him. This only causes him to turn a tenth shade of red now.

“Okay, alright. Ease up on the killer grip. Just…let me get ready for bed…” he responds, giving into his desires. It was all worth it though because you now smile and cheer, messily clapping your hands while you giggle.

He removes his jacket and pants, undoing a few of his buttons. He then thinks it over and removes it completely. After getting down to just his black boxers, he turns to face the bed now. He can hear his heartbeat in his ears as he watches you. You're singing a song he’s unfamiliar with while playing with your fingers. He’s honestly surprised you’re not passed out yet.

He gulps. He’s gone to war and fought monsters beyond your imagination and risked his life and almost died several times and yet…he’s more scared in this moment than he had ever been in any of those instances. He’s loved you for so long and to hear that you might return those feelings has him…mortified. Love wasn’t ever part of the plan. He can’t afford to love and be loved. He can’t-

“Ajax,” you whine, elongating his name. You pout up at him and make grabby hands, signaling for him to get in and to come here.

He takes a deep breath and slowly crawls under the covers, letting the blankets settle on top of him as he rests his head on the other pillow. He doesn’t touch you though. God, you’re already so close. He might actually lose his mind.

“C’mere…” you mumble, grabbing ahold of him and wriggling yourself towards him despite the command for him to move. Once you’re satisfied with the distance (which is basically nose to nose), you toss a leg over his hip. His whole body is tense and is it hot in here? He feels like he’s on fire. His hands shake as he wraps an arm around your waist, laying his palm flat on your back.

You happily hum and return the favor, pressing your face into his bare chest. “I love you…” you whisper after getting comfortable. If he couldn’t hear his heartbeat before, it’s practically deafening now. He closes his eyes and squeezes them shut tight, trying to wake himself up from this dream he’s clearly having.

After several seconds of his body still being pressed against yours, feeling your heat, smelling your scent, he feel like he can’t breathe. This is real.

“I love you more than you’ll ever know…” he whispers before kissing the top of your head.

It took him several hours to fall asleep, but he somehow managed to calm down enough to fall asleep in the place he’s only ever dreamed of being.

You stare agape at him, trying to process all of this. He can tell you’re flustered by the time it fully registers since you now won’t make eye contact with him and you’re getting fidgety.

“That’s not—I didn’t—I’m not—“ you try to find the right words, to explain, but your tongue feels heavy in your mouth. What do you say to that?

He chuckles as he brings one of his hands up, his knuckles gently brushing against your cheek. “Hey,” he calls, grabbing your attention and making you focus on him again. “It’s alright,” he reassures, giving you a genuine smile. "It's okay if you didn't mean it...that being said..."

He trails off, leaning his head forward and bumping his forehead against yours. “I love you…” he whispers, confessing it into the light of day with you 100% sober this time. You choke on air, suddenly unable to breathe. So it wasn’t a dream. You thought your bed smelled like him, because he slept in it. You thought you saw clothes that weren’t yours, because they are his.

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to wake yourself from this dream. You even go as far as to pinch yourself. After several moments of still feeling his heat, smelling the berries on his breath, and his hair tickling your skin, you know this is real.

“I love you more than you’ll ever know,” you whisper back, remembering what he said last night in response to your confession.

The words barely leave your mouth before he’s surging forward and connecting your lips in a kiss. You can taste the berries on his tongue now, the pink muscle sliding across practically every inch of your mouth.

Goosebumps rise on your skin as his hands that were previously cupping your jaw and gripping the counter move to your hips. From there, they travel down to your legs, feeling your thighs under his fingers. After this, he slips his hands under your shirt and places his hands back onto your hips. His thumbs brush back and forth across your hips, causing a shiver to go down your spine.

It didn’t take him long to place you onto the countertop. It also didn’t take him long to start a full on make out session with you.

Let’s just say you two didn’t remember about the pancakes until much later.

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anxietyonmars · 5 months

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JULIEN BAKER Performing 'Shadowboxing' at Pitchfork Music Festival, 2018 (x)

#julien baker #boygenius #mine #my edit #jb #i noticed while watching videos #when julien thinks shes fucked up #she does that smile and eyebrow wraggle #its really cute #music

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jrueships · 6 months

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WHY IS ALPEY THE ONLY ONE WHO SHOWRD UP IN COSTUME

nvm jabari is macklemore

#No but everyone else just waddled up in streetclothes going abt their business of facing death (the warriors)#and all a sudden alpey prances in and wraggles his wand in front of our faces #hes also into steampunk apparently #hes such a nerd lol #and jabari is so . normie #i NEED to see them interact more i think itll be hilarious and quite painful to see #alpey: what are your thoughts on homestuck :] ?#jabari: What The Fuck Are You Saying To Me Right Now .

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phantomkapok · 11 months

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i am one gust of wind away from becoming a purely they/it haver (/hj /lh)

#phantomtalks #i i mean i wouldn't hate it if i only had to use two #pronouns are a very weird thing to wraggle it's very fitting i'm having these thoughts the moment pride month started pdjfj #but then again i just do not care if people call me he #i kind of like it actually that's why i'm having such a crisis here BRAIN WHAT ARE YOU SAYIN #the gender crisis™#phantom posts

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mamajake · 1 year

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Y'all ever just hear a song and imagine scenes of your favourite characters, even if it doesn't make much sense?

Been listening to "wraggle taggle gypsy" and I can only imagine blaze running away from her newly wedded lord To be with sonic

"what care I for my house or my land? What care I for money-o? I'd rather have a kiss from my blue gypsys lips, I'm away with the wraggle taggle gypsys-o"

#wraggle taggle gypsy #sonaze #sonic the hedgehog #blaze the cat #drawing later maybe

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bonesblackheadrotten · 1 year

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okay...so soap's hair is naturally very fluffy and wavy. imagine him with a different haircut...like...

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narramin · 2 months

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@farramint now lmao

#makeover 🎨🖌️#links should prolly work with some url wraggling magic

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reztruck · 6 months

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All i want is to watch better call saul with someone as they watch it for the first time

#i hate how i have to wraggle people to watch it in my life #but as soon as i get to talk to someone: i’m like show good

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takitafulily · 6 months

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Misadventures of the MCs #12

Oops! Switcharoo! Pt1

WHB!MC: *waking up in absolute darkness*

WHB!MC: ...where the fuck am I?

Creature: Mheheh~ All I need to do is steal a uniform off one of them!

WHB!MC: ...Why is that annoying voice strangely familiar?

(The coffin lid gets blown off)

Grim: Mheheheh! Give me your clothes human!

WHB!MC: Oh no you fucking don't. Where the fuck is TWST!Yuu?

Grim: Who?

WHB!MC: TWST!Yuu. You know, your henchmen.

Grim: I don't have a henchmen! That's not a bad idea though... You shall be my henchmen!

WHB!MC: You're fucking with me right now.

Grim: ...

WHB!MC: ...

WHB!MC: FUCK-

WHB!MC: I swear to the fucking universe give me back my demon dick

(Grim is lighting the Hall on fire and Riddle and Azul are chasing after him, Kalim is on fire and the freshmens are panicking and Crowley keeps yelling at WHB!MC to wraggle Grim)

WHB!MC: ...Fuck my life.

(Meanwhile)

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

TWST!Yuu: Ugh...

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

TWST!Yuu: FOR FUCK SAKE! *picks up the phone to disable alarm*

TWST!Yuu: Passcode... huh? Incorrect passcode?

TWST!Yuu: Try again?... Incorrect... weird

TWST!Yuu: GRIM! GRAB THE POST-IT ON THE FRIDGE FOR ME!

*...*

TWST!Yuu: Grim?

*looks around*

TWST!Yuu: Wait... where am I?!

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst yuu #whb #prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#what in hell is bad #whb mc #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #mysme #mystic messenger #mysme mc #mystic messenger mc #ltd #lovetodo #ltd mc #lovetodo mc

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welcomehomeincorrectquotes · 4 months

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Wally: It's stuck!

Julie: *trying to wriggle the ring off* Golly, it's really on there.

Wally: It may have grafted onto my skin...

Sally: Hmm, we may have to cut the finger off...

Wally: *wide eyed* No... What about when I want to wraggle my fingers and say "toodle-loo?"

Poppy: *peeking out the window* What are you three whispering about down there?

*the three jump and panic*

Sally: UH-UM-

Julie: -SECRETS-

Wally: -BOYS WE LIKE.

Poppy: *narrows her eyes suspiciously*

#source: bob's burgers #Wally Darling #Julie Joyful #Sally Starlet #Poppy Partridge #welcome home puppet show #incorrect quotes

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capsensislagamoprh · 1 year

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Aiight all. I finished bag room 1 of... whatever. Time to look at some very bad photography! Here is the outside.

Again, easy to lift with one hand, but it’s very tall, so maybe you’d have to carry it for your young one... or yourself. *wraggles brows*

Simple lock and tie mechanism. Pull the ribbon over, tie a half bow. So easy. Opens and closes like a dream.

See? The tab. Also, I kinda like the purple trim. I was on the fence about it, but yeah. Good.

I’m telling you, the HARDEST PART is the eyes. How the ever loving flippin ponies do people make it look so easy?! Anyway, fancy sitting room.

Okay, the doll is not the best. The body is cheap. The eye face up is not the best. But the outfit is not bad, imho. Belt is its own piece. The robe has belt loops. The slip night gown is beaded. Shoes are custom. Underpants can fit many types of dolls.

I will give the body this. It’s very articulated.

I hope to some day get better at the face up and hair thing. Re-rooting is long, but it is quality. Styling is harder, though.

Blurry. My carpet is scratchy. I need to shampoo it. Also, yes, that is a glowing fire place with changeable batteries. You can have a fire. You can not have a fire. Your choice.

What’s it look like when it’s not lit up? Like that. I painted it, but it is an insert, so you can pull it completely out if you like.

Now, window... I’m pretty good at windows. Here’s the permanent image.

Changeable image one:

Changeable image two:

Changeable image three:

You know. For verity. Here’s an image of everything that comes with this set.

And yes, there is plenty of room for everything in the bag. You can also move the pictures around if you like. There are two books that move and open so as to be interactive props.

And. There is ONE surprise for the new owner hidden in the set. IF you want a doll room, let me know. It’s for sale. I’m already working on the project for 15 - 28 of Jan. Again. Check the safety on your blades. It can really throw off your schedule.

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kukos-satellite · 2 months

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The one and only, Mr. Wraggles 😗🤞

Not the best photo of him but he’s a cutie so it’s fine :)

* My sister got him (as mentioned in prev post) for me for Easter since my birthday is close to Easter itself she thought it would be better if it was a birthday present 👍

#it’s him!#the boy #:) hehe

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whats-in-a-sentence · 6 months

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There were fifteen Calormenes, a Talking Bull of Narnia, Slinkey the Fox, and Wraggle the Satyr.

"The Chronicles of Narnia: The Last Battle" - C. S. Lewis

#book quotes #the chronicles of narnia #the last battle #c s lewis #pauline baynes #fight #battle #calormenes #bull #fox #talking animals #satyr

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starsarefire824 · 8 months

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Chapter 15: Pulling the Fences Down

"Hey, Will,” Someone says from behind them and then Max stands next to him, so close she’s almost brushing shoulders with him. She smiles, and Will can tell she’s trying to tear her eyes away from Lucas. Lucas sits frozen at the end of the table staring at them.

“Hey,” Will greets, knowing the look on his face is probably complete confusion.

“I’ll be your partner?” she asks with a raise of her brows, pulling her hands out of her sweatshirt pocket.

Will looks to Lucas and Dustin, widening his eyes in question. They both shrug at him. He blinks down at her. “Uhm, yeah–yeah. Sure…”

“Cool!” she says happily, something like relief coming over her eyes. She smiles knowingly up to Will, and looks at Lucas for far too long, before she tugs the puck out of Will’s hand and rests it on the table. “Will and me are going to end you fuckers.”

“You’re on!” Dustin says with a challenging squint.

About eight rounds and many quarters later, Will’s feeling delightfully warm with whiskey and the puck slots right between Dustin and Lucas’s paddles and clatters into the goal.

Max and Will shout, jumping up and down for joy while Dustin and Lucas groan in defeat.

“What the hell!” Dustin cries, slamming his paddle onto the table and walking in a frustrated circle. “This is bullshit!”

“Aw, poor babies,” Max mews at them and wraps her arm around Will’s neck. He grabs at her hip and they celebrate, and it makes Will realize this is the first time that he hasn’t thought of what happened on Tuesday since it happened.

“Best out of 10?” Will suggests with a grin.

“Hell no!” Lucas gripes, taking a sip of his drink. “I have self-respect!”

“Well now what?” Dustin asks, glancing at them. Lucas smirks and then pulls his contraband out of his pocket sneakily. He wraggles his eyebrows suggestively. “Eh?”

Will holds his cup out to Max. She raises her eyebrows in question. “Just sip it,” he says and playfully shoves it at her face

She takes a long sip, her eyes light up after she tastes it. Max grins up at him with whiskey damp lips, then laughs. “Byers, I’m scandalized!”

Will blushes and shrugs, then glances at Lucas and Dustin. “You want to come?”

Max bites her lip, her eyes flashing longfully at Lucas.

Before she can answer they’re interrupted by the sound of the door bell ringing. Will and Max look up in unison.

“Shit,” he hears Dustin say quietly behind him.

Lucas slurps the last of his whiskey and coke loudly out of his cup.

Max suddenly tenses up and bounces on her heels. She looks nervous. “I would guys, but—I can’t tonight. Sorry.”

With that she bolts away from them, zooming through the crowd to meet Mike at the door.

#byler #demons of change #justmyname #strangee things #will byers #stranger things #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #max mayfield #platonic madwise #madwheeler #the party

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