#its a stepladder

[lopsaii]

Ongoing stepladder debate

[hiihavebrainrot]

There is genuine ladder/stepladder discourse in the Ace Attorney community and I was completely unaware of this until I looked in the replies of this tweet

Have you guys not played the fucking games???

[whatsfourteenupto]

Fourteen’s replacing the screen on Donna’s phone for like the fifth time right now. They’re the family’s own private iFix guy, and lord is he insufferable about it

[neutrallyobsessed]

NaruMayo Week Day 4: (Step)Ladders/Cuddling

"Does it really matter? You're the one who matters"

[gamblersdoll]

could you do katsuki and like a size kink if his girl was short? if you haven’t already :)

i almost didn’t post because i typed something up at the app fucking crashes.

his height and weight change over the years, him now standing at a height of six four and two fifty. he loves your height, the way you barely meet his chest, and how things slightly change.

he becomes a personal stepladder, whether its getting on all fours and letting you step up on him, or letting you climb him is a ego boost. or him just grabbing it, but then he teases you about it.

his weight plays a role in the bed, only doggystyle or a full fucking nelson. he can show off his muscle build in his arms while he has you in a headlock from behind and plowing into you. or when its nelson time he always folds you up like a ball and brings you up and down on his cock, chanting “down on this dick.” repeatedly from the pure lust in his eyes.

he also likes the cuddles, becoming your and his personal heater, his quirk working so much better, and his pride swelling from the fact hes became a nuke as a boyfriend for you.

[sunshinehaze1]

The First Step

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: You only wanted to borrow his step ladder, but Joel insists on changing the light bulb for you. You find a way to thank him.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI. no outbreak AU. m!oral, reader has hair that can be tugged, reader is tall enough to suck Joel’s dick while he’s standing on a step ladder. a little competency kink.

a/n: I couldn’t stop thinking about sucking Joel off while he’s being neighborly. Please don’t tell my WIPs I ignored them to write this! 🫣 not beta'd. Feel free to let me know if I missed anything!

word count: 1,373

ao3 | ml

You're perfectly capable of changing the lightbulb in your kitchen yourself. You've lived on your own long enough, handling the odds and ends of home ownership without much fanfare—the big projects reserved for the professionals. So when you had asked your extremely attractive neighbor if you could borrow his stepladder, you surprised yourself when you accepted his offer to change it for you.

When you moved in next door, he was the first neighbor on the street to introduce himself, and you recall his generous offer to help if you ever needed it. Fortunately, you caught him on a Saturday morning when his daughter, Sarah, was at a sleepover the night before. He didn't have to pick her up until noon, so he had the time to help and was more than happy to. He's a contractor after all; he could change a light bulb in his sleep.

It has gotten increasingly warmer since Joel entered your house. Your AC works fine, but you are sweating, gawking at him as he moves through your space. His biceps stretched the sleeves of his T-shirt within an inch of its life as he carried the ladder and situated it below the light fixture in the middle of the kitchen. He's now perched on the ladder with you standing on the other side of the counter.

You watch as he extends his arms above his head to remove the dead bulb, revealing a sliver of tan skin and a trail of thick hair toward the waistband of his sweatpants. You'd think he wore them on purpose, to taunt you, if you hadn't interrupted his quiet morning. And, he couldn't possibly know that you go absolutely feral for men in sweats.

"Shouldn't take me but a minute to change it." The dulcet tone of his southern drawl going straight to your pussy. "Then I'll be out of your hair."

You smile appreciatively, "Thanks, Joel." Hoping he can't sense the hitch in your breath. "You didn't have to do this. But I appreciate it."

"It's my pleasure, sweetheart." He winks down at you. "What are neighbors for?"

This was certainly new for you. You've never had a neighbor as polite and handsome as him. "Sweetheart", and then a wink. Fuck, he's charming and competent. The sudden urge to make a move and suck his cock is overwhelming.

"Could you hand me that one there?" His question jolts you back into the room, and you see Joel pointing to the new lightbulb on your countertop.

Bulb in hand, you approach the ladder and pass it to him. His calloused fingers brush over yours. "Thanks."

You don't back away from the ladder as you watch him insert the new bulb into the light fixture. After the final turn secures it in place, he looks down to see that you haven't moved. Your grip is tight around the ladder's handle, and his bulge is less than an inch from your nose.

Incredulous, he inhales deeply before speaking, "Whatcha still doing down there, darlin'?"

With a coy smile and lustful eyes, "Just admiring the view."

If you hadn't been so close, you would've missed the twitch of Joel's cock below the dangling drawstring. Seemingly, the only part of him that can form a response. His mouth agape, unable to form words before your hands are on him.

You trace the outline of his dick with your finger tip over the soft fabric. It begins to stiffen underneath your touch. His eyes are locked on you as you trace your fingers along the edge of the elastic waistband and his lower stomach. Nails drag through the coarse hair below his belly button, sending shivers up his spine before dipping beneath the elastic waistband.

He doesn't dare avert his gaze as you shift his pants lower on his hips to reveal his black boxer briefs. You palm his cock through the stretchy fabric, your tongue glides over your bottom lip, mouth watering at the feel of him. He's big. Eager to find out just how big, you pull the briefs down just far enough to tuck them underneath his balls.

Your fingers wrap firmly around his base, offering a teasing grip before you move up the length of his shaft. When you reach his thick head, you swipe your thumb through the precum that's leaked from the tip. The added lubrication eases the down stroke back to his base as you feel his cock harden further in your grip.

"Go on, hun." Joel muses breathily. "Wrap those pretty lips around me."

A wicked smile your only retort. You twist and swirl the tip of your tongue up and down the silken skin of his cock. Taking your time as it travels along the prominent vein on the underside. You make your way back up to his head and circle your tongue around it before wrapping your lips fully around him. Inch by inch, you take him further into your mouth.

You set an unhurried pace up and down his length, relishing the taste and feel of him inside your mouth. Slick pools in your panties from the moans Joel releases above you. One of his hands swiftly grips the ladder's handle to balance himself on shaky knees.

You ease off of him, leaving kitten licks over his tip before collecting saliva in your mouth. He lifts the hem of his tshirt just in time to see as string of spit slowly dribble from your lips to his cock. Your palm wraps firmly around him and coats his cock with steady strokes, lifting it towards his stomach, his balls warm and inviting.

With continued strokes, you pull one of his balls into your mouth. Joel's head lolls back at your moan with your mouth full of his balls. Heat roils low in his stomach as it reverberates through his body.

Releasing his balls with a pop, you twist your slicked up palm around the base of his shaft while you slide his cock back into your wet, warm mouth. The weight of his dick rests on your tongue as you relax your throat to take more of him.

"Oh, fuck!" He groans and spits out. Your fingers dig into his ass cheeks to pull him closer until the tip of his cock kisses the back of your throat and your nose is buried in the thatch of hair at his base. His grip on your hair tightens with a pleasurable sting, and his body stiffens. You pause to inhale his scent while savoring the fullness of him inside you.

When the need to catch your breath overcomes you, you pull back quickly. Spit sputtering as you empty your mouth of him. He cradles the back of your head with his large hand, fingers tangling through your hair. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes; he swipes his thumb along the top of your cheek to clear them before they can fall.

"You look so perfect with my cock in your mouth."

You smile at him before you take him back in your mouth and begin sloppily moving back and forth over his cock, cradling his balls in your hand. His moans and groans echo louder throughout the kitchen, and you feel his balls begin to tighten in your palm. You pick up the pace, eager for him to cum so you can drink him down.

Joel gently moves his hips in sync with your movements. Emitting labored grunts with each thrust. His stomach tightens and you feel his cock begin to pulsate on your tongue before he lets out a final grunt and paints the inside of your mouth with his spend.

With hooded lids, he watches as you swallow it down. Met with a beaming smile, he watches as you swipe at the corners of your mouth, sucking the errant spend off your thumb, not letting a drop go to waste.

Joel descends the ladder, tucking himself back into his pants. "Christ, darlin', a 'thank you' would've sufficed." He huffs a laugh. "But you won't hear me complaining."

"Good, because I think I might have another bulb out. Upstairs." You muse innocently and grab his hand to lead him to your bedroom.

Thank you so much for reading! I'd love to know what you think. Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! 🫶🏻

[zepskies]

Have you seen this https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP86CN7kx/? Since you do little headcanons of each character Jensen's played, what would their reactions be? Bonus if you could do Jensen too please?

Lol I'm not on TikTok much anymore, but this "hat on backwards, hand on the wall" trend is so cute and hilarious in reverse (the woman trying it out on her man). 😝 Love how she had to get up on a chair just to do it and still got him all flustered. 🤭

But as far as how Jackles characters would react...

HEADCANON: Turning the Tables

Pairings: Dean x Reader || Beau x Reader || Soldier Boy x Reader || Russell x Reader

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only. Sexy teasing, implied smut. Soldier Boy's got away from me a little bit lol

Dean Winchester

Dean's actually doing his due diligence in the library, flipping through a lore book for a case. There's a little stool nearby that Sam found for you when you need to reach the top shelves. A mischievous smile spreads across your face.

Sneaking up behind your boyfriend, you grab the stool and slide it over. Dean glances at you over his shoulder, but his eyebrows raise when you take the book out of his hands and shove it haphazardly back on the shelf.

"What? What's happening?" he says.

Biting your lip, you turn your baseball cap backward on your head, rest your elbow against the shelf above his head, and you draw Dean in with a hand on his cheek, sealing the deal with a slow, lusty kiss.

His furrowed brows of confusion relax a little. His hands find their way to your hips on reflex, grounding himself in the unfamiliar vantage point. When you eventually break away from his lips, you have to laugh at that half-frown, half-amused smile making your man look adorably confused.

"The hell's this?" he chuckles, glancing down at the stool, and how you're still towering over him with your tits in his face. (He doesn't hate it.) "You trying to pick me up, sweetheart?"

You stroke his prickly cheek with your thumb. "Did it work?"

It's his turn to grin, that devilish Dean grin that triggers a warning shiver down your spine. He gathers you up in his arms and picks you up from the stool, smirking even more at your squeal and the way you cling to his neck.

He carries you off to find that solid table in the War Room, finishing what you started.

Beau Arlen

"Are you gonna come down from there so we can hash this out?" Beau asks.

"No, I don't think so," you reply.

He sighs through his nose. "You really think that's wise, sweetheart?"

Your lips purse to hide your smile. You pause on the third rung of the stepladder, setting your paintbrush back in its bucket. Your husband stands there on the ground floor with his hands on his jean-clad hips, raising expectant brows.

You swipe a bead of sweat from your forehead, pushing your hair back when you adjust your baseball cap. Then you turn toward him. You lean over and rest your hand against the part of the wall that has yet to be painted, right above his head.

You grab his face with one hand and tilt his chin up to kiss you. Your lips swallow up his little sound of surprise, while your sensuous tongue lures him in, breaking down his authoritative resolve.

When you finally pull away, still holding his bearded cheeks between the press of your fingers, you find his slightly flustered face. Maybe even the start of a blush warming his skin. He clears his throat.

"I might be pregnant, but I'm not an invalid," you whisper against his lips, giving him one more kiss. "Now, you can let me paint this nursery in peace, or you can pick up a brush and help me. Your choice, Sheriff."

Soldier Boy (Ben)

The rhythmic pounding, timed with his grunts, a couple lines of sweat drawing down his neck, a fine sheen over every dip of flexing muscle, the lines of his back taut and slick...

This is the real reason you agreed to having a home gym built in the house.

You like watching your man work himself out, getting out his pent-up frustrations on the extra-fortified exercise equipment, instead of on the populace. You're mollified when he sets the barbell on the ground instead of tossing them this time, so the force of over 1,000 pounds doesn't crack the cement underneath the weight-absorbing mats.

Ben catches his breath, running slippery fingers through his damp hair and shoving the strands out of his eyes. He joins you by the dumbbell rack, looking amused at the little 8-pound weights you're using to do arm curls and squats.

"You gonna keep pretending to work out with those little baby doll weights?" he says, eying you in your tight yoga pants and fitted tank-top. He begins to unwind the sports tape from his right hand, first catching the end corner with his teeth. Then his left.

You snort. "Who's pretending? You're the one grunting like a gorilla over there. It's just you and me in here, old man. No need to throw your back out."

He shoots you a narrowed look, especially at that little smirk on your face.

"Oh, yeah? Watch it, sweetheart. This old man might just bend you over his fucking knee, see how many reps you can take," he says.

The smooth depths in his voice make you falter, your knees slightly wobbling on the last squat. Ben smirks. He leans against the wall while he watches you finish your exercise, grabbing your water bottle to refresh his thirst.

When you're done, you draw into his orbit so you can place the dumbbells back on the rack. He's still eyeing you with that lazy arrogance that somehow manages to get you hot and infuriated in equal measure. He always thinks he can get the last fucking word.

You grab the small towel out of his hand, the one he planned to mop up his sweat with, and you step up on the bench beside him. He watches you with some measure of surprise, but he doesn't stop you. Maybe you'll dote on him for a little bit, instead of running your fucking mouth as usual.

Planting your arm above his head, you give him what he wants. You slowly drag the towel across his forehead and down his cheek. But then you grab his chin, making him look up at your half-lidded eyes, and you tilt his head up for a kiss—deep, devouring, thorough.

His big hands grab onto your hips in a familiar iron hold, but his brows furrow. He's frowning when you pull away from his greedy lips. Only then does he truly notice the way you've basically cornered him against the wall, like he's the bitch in the steamy rom-com.

"The fuck is this?" he says gruffly.

You tease his bottom lip with a pointed finger.

"Nothing, sweetheart," you retort. You drop the towel, reach down, and slap his ass for good measure. "Now be a good boy and get me some water, would ya?"

Your smirk irritates him on sight, but it still makes his cock twitch.

His jaw ticks. His brow raises.

You bite your lip, knowing it's over. Or it's just fucking started.

He grabs you up before you can jump off the bench. You yelp and laugh and kick your feet, but he's already hauling you over his shoulder, his long, confident strides taking him out of the gym.

"Ben!" you squeal. Trying to get your balance, your nails bite fruitlessly into his shoulders through his sweaty shirt.

"Oh, you're gonna get it now, sweetheart. Time for the real fucking workout."

Just to hear that little squeal again, he smacks your ass hard enough to sting through your spandex, hard enough to make your pussy clench on nothing, already pulsing, warm and wet. You blush hotly.

Goddamn it.

Just this once, you'll let him get the last word.

Russell Shaw

"Damn it," you mutter.

You watch the nail fall to the ground and roll away from you. You're trying to put up a new picture frame in the bedroom, using your vanity chair as a stepping stool so you can reach.

"Baaabe!" you call out.

"Yeah!" Russell replies.

"Can you help me with this?"

When your boyfriend enters the bedroom, he raises a brow at the way you're leaning heavily against the wall with your ass sticking out. But the frame is perfectly positioned between your hands. A hammer is tucked under your left arm.

"I have this thing right where I want it, but I lost the nail. Think it went under the bed," you explain.

Russell hums and roams his eagle-eyed gaze across the hardwood floor. Eventually he finds the nail hidden under the dark abyss of your bed. He not only gives you the nail, but holds the frame for you while you mark the wall where the nail is going. Then you hammer it in, and you take the frame from Russell, flipping it around so you can hang it.

You adjust your baseball cap higher and smile at your handiwork.

"Perfect!"

Russell smiles too, more in surprise. It's a recent picture, a rare and special night: you, Russell, Dory, and Colter out to dinner together, celebrating the eldest Shaw's birthday. You thought it would be the right moment to mark your boyfriend officially moving in with you, albeit with what little belongings he has.

"You like it?" you ask him.

"Yeah, it's nice," he says. Though he becomes a little contemplative as he crosses his arms.

"What?" you ask.

"Well, maybe we should put it in the living room. Not sure I want my brother and sister watching us, uh, you know. Do our thing," he says, gesturing at the new king-sized bed.

An incredulous snort bursts out from you. "Are you serious?"

"What? Sweetheart, this is where the magic happens. We can't mess with that," Russell says slyly. One of his hands slips up the small of your back.

A giggle bubbles up in your throat. "You know what, you're right. My apologies."

You twist your hat backward and lean your elbow against the wall, just so you can dip down and lure your man into a kiss. Your hand travels across his bearded cheek, then tangles into his hair. His hands move steadily down to squeeze your ass, a short groan catching in his throat.

He grabs you up by the back of your thighs and all but swings you into his arms, startling a yelp out of you.

"Russ!" You cling to his shoulders, quickly wrapping your legs around his waist. "Wait, wait!"

You grab the picture frame and take it off the wall. It'll probably look better in the living room anyway. You manage to lay it safely on the dresser before Russell walks you to the bed.

"Time to break this sucker in," he says with a grin, all to the tune of you laughing when your back hits the plush mattress.

AN: lol this was a fun one! Sorry, I don't write RPF (straight up Jensen Ackles fanfic), but I hope you liked these HCs! 💜

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[aethercoreheart]

caleb | 8:14 PM

“Watch your step, watch your step!”

“God, Caleb, I know!” you grunt as you take the weight of the box. “You make me sound like I’m a three-year old learning how to walk a tightrope.”

You hear him let out an exasperated huff - you can't see him but you know he's rolling his eyes at you. You carefully make your way down the stepladder, cautiously planting your foot on each step as you walk backwards. You reach the ground with another grunt, and Caleb takes the box away from you. 

“Careful,” you mutter, as you relinquish your hold on the box. Its contents make clinking noises from within as Caleb takes the brunt of its weight.

You can barely see his face in the dark, but you can visualize the way he grits his teeth and clenches his jaw.

“I got it,” he barely manages to say. 

You hold his elbow as you guide him through the hallway and into the dining area, and he sighs in relief as he sets the box down onto the table. 

“Lighter?” he asks you.

“Yup,” you answer, taking the small plastic lighter from the back pocket of your jeans. You spin the sparkwheel to test it, and it sparks to life, producing a small yellow flame.

He begins to take the jars of candles out from the box, setting them on the table for you to light. You light them one by one, and soon the light from their flames accumulate, casting a warm glow and flickering shadows onto the walls of your apartment. 

You're about to light another one when you hear the distant rumbling of thunder from outside, and you feel the hairs on your arms raise, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You halt in your motions, the lighter’s flame just barely reaching the wick of the candle you are currently lighting. A soft hiss escapes through your teeth. Caleb glances sideways at you, and you see the corner of his mouth twitch up into a slight smirk.

“Are you scared of a little thunder?” he asks, a slightly teasing tone in his question. 

“No,” you lie through gritted teeth, and you continue to light the candle. 

Once you and Caleb have finished lighting all the candles you have in the box, you set the lighter down onto the table, and you rub your thumb, which feels a little raw from the numerous times you had to use it to flick the lighter on.

“What do we do now?” Caleb asks as he closes the flaps on the box closed. 

You shrug. “Well, I do have that book I've been meaning to read. I think I should be able to do it in this light.”

Caleb nods. “Okay, I think I have a few shows downloaded on my phone that I can watch. Let's just hang out until we have to go to bed." 

“Sounds like a plan.” You pick one of the candles up, and its flame dances with the sudden motion. “I'm gonna go get my book.”

--

Your eyes strain as you try to read the words on the page. The light from the candles was enough to see by, but not necessarily adequate for reading. This was supposed to be cozy and relaxing, but you can literally feel the oncoming headache forming in your temples.

You glance over your shoulder to see how Caleb is doing next to you. He's completely absorbed in the show he is watching - it looks like a documentary - and you can hear a little bit of the dialogue through his headphones.

You're about to give up on the book and retire to bed by yourself, when you hear another low rumble, and it sounds a lot closer than it did last time. You give an involuntary yelp, and you drop your book onto your lap, your hands automatically finding their way to your ears. Caleb, alarmed by your sudden movements, also drops his phone and looks at you in surprise. You can't do anything but give him a helpless glance, your hands still covering your ears. 

He laughs, and he wraps an arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him. You nuzzle into his embrace, relishing in the warm comfort you didn't know you were desperately seeking. You place your head onto his chest, your ear pressed against his ribcage. He takes a hand and covers your open ear. You can hear his heartbeat - constant and reassuring, and you find yourself breathing in time to it. The howls of the storm outside soon start to feel distant, and a sleepy haze begins to cloud your vision. Caleb returns to watching his show, and he presses his lips into your hair. You feel another smug smile forming against the top of your head. 

“Scaredy cat,” he whispers, and it takes you a few moments to come up with a retaliation. 

“Shut up,” you murmur, as your eyelids start to flutter. “Just enjoy this while it lasts.”

[thepixelelf]

warnings: none. wc: 871

[mistletoe misbehavior] "This..." Jihoon gaped at the ceiling. Or, for a better description, what used to be the ceiling. "...is ridiculous."

"I think you mean genius," Soonyoung said as he crudely taped up the last piece of mistletoe. He climbed down the small stepladder and put his hands proudly on his hips, admiring his two and a half hours' worth of hard work.

Every single square inch of the ceiling was covered in mistletoe.

If Jihoon didn't know the roof was supposed to be white, he wouldn't have been able to tell. How Soonyoung even managed to find this much mistletoe in the first place was a mystery of its own.

"If this is because they're coming over tonight, you're an idiot."

Soonyoung beamed at the mention of you, eyes sparkling with mischief at the thought of you falling right into his trap.

With a roll of his eyes, Jihoon ignored him and went back to his original goal of setting the table. He felt like the job was insignificant compared to something like making the mashed potatoes, but when Mingyu, Seungkwan, and Joshua were in the kitchen together, no one else was allowed to touch anything in there -- not even the microwave.

Soonyoung himself was banned from the kitchen year round after the Chuseok Pajeon Fire of 2021, an accident you were not only witness to. Back then, you and Vernon were the only ones calm -- aka not freaking out -- enough to be able to extinguish what could've been a real disaster. Since you were technically half the reason the paper towel caught on fire, though, you too were forbidden from Mingyu's sacred kitchen.

Making one last check that no area of the ceiling was left uncovered, Soonyoung gave himself a pat on the back and put away the stepladder. His phone chimed with the Duolingo correct answer noise (a ringtone you had chosen for yourself).

[🎄mistletoe victim🎄] can u come downstairs and help me? i brought too much stuff

He wasted no time in meeting you down in the apartment lobby, where you were waiting with a huge stack of shiny, jewel-toned gift boxes. You wore only jeans and a garish Christmas sweater, but somehow, you radiated merriness. Something about the holidays always made you more cheerful, which was why Soonyoung liked them so much (but he wouldn't tell you that).

As soon as you spotted him, you waved. "Merry Christmas! Can you help me with these ones?" You pointed at one of the piles. "You guys don't have a chimney, so we'll have to use the elevator."

While you laughed at your own joke, Soonyoung joined in as he scooped up each meticulously wrapped gift.

"Oh! Don't forget this one," you said, putting a small, navy blue box on top of the pile in his arms. He could barely see over the mountain of presents you'd brought.

The trek to the boys' apartment wasn't too long, but Soonyoung's excited anticipation to see you fall for his trap made it seem much longer. He was practically bouncing in his slippers by the time the elevator opened.

In his excitement, the small blue box tumbled off the pile of gifts onto the floor, somehow sliding in the opposite direction of the room and behind their floor neighbour's potted plants. Soonyoung went after it, but you kept onward to the apartment.

He struggled more than he thought he would at picking up the runaway box, having to put down the pile and push around the pots to actually find it. He heard distant laughter which he knew was you being greeted by the rest of the group, and something you said that he couldn't quite discern.

As quick as he could, he picked everything up again and ran to the doorway, only to be greeted with the image of you giving both Joshua and Mingyu quick pecks on their cheeks.

"Hey!" Soonyoung shrieked, roughly setting the presents on the floor. "You can't do that!"

It was directed at the boys you'd kissed, but there was no doubt you'd already done the same to the other guys in the room, judging by Seungkwan's playful smile and Jihoon's combination of a smug grin and crossed arms.

"Can't do what, Soonyoung?" Jihoon teased. "It's tradition."

Everyone nodded in agreement, all of you pointing up at the mistletoe-infested ceiling.

"This isn't how it's supposed to go!" he protested still. "It's not fair!"

"Aww," you cooed. "Does Soonyoungie want a kiss?"

Seungkwan and Joshua joined in, making those annoying thirteen-year-old-boy noises kids did when someone was in trouble.

Soonyoung sputtered, "No! No, I just--! It was--!"

You giggled at successfully turning his trap around, the holiday spirit making you more forgiving. "Don't worry, we can make things even right away."

Quick as a flash, you walked up to Soonyoung and placed one gentle hand on his shoulder, leaning in for a peck on the lips.

Mingyu was the one who started the loud, teasing noises this time before you followed them to the edge of the kitchen to see how dinner was going, leaving a starstruck Soonyoung in the entryway.

You didn't fall for his tricks this time.

No, it seems he fell for you instead.

[cottonlemonade]

First Date

word count: 1251 || avg. reading time: 5 mins.

pairing: University AU!Tsukishima x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

request: i have been giggling and squealing for the past 20 minutes over how cute and genius the request form is 😭 LIKE ITS SO SMART AND ADORABLE I HAD TO SAY SOMETHING ABOUT IT. so anyways me and Tsukishima are getting 15 and 25 for breakfast, and then we'll go home to study! || fluffy, members of the same club, first date with crush Tsukki

Tsukishima never subscribed to the tradition of New Year's resolutions. In his mind, why bother setting unrealistic goals for oneself only to be disappointed? Whenever his friends and family asked, never learning their lesson, he would adjust his glasses and say, “Nothing.”, then silently add get saltier 2025. When he entered the gym for the first time after the winter break, however, he had to rethink. You were standing on a little stepladder, struggling to detach the last bit of Christmas decoration you had insisted on hanging on the walls before everyone went home for the holidays. Your chubby tummy looked even softer now bumping out your seasonal sweater.

“You know, if you can’t take them down by yourself, maybe you shouldn’t have put them up in the first place.”, he grumbled.

“Oh, hey, and a happy new year to you, Tsukki!”, you said brightly, turning to him and waving.

His heart did a little jump at the gesture.

Unfortunately, he had fallen for you pretty early on in your career as club manager when you bonded over your mutual hatred of overzealous people and loud obnoxious music played in department stores, and artificial watermelon flavor. He had since imagined you two walking across campus hand in hand, sharing more things to despise together. But in order to do that, he had to ask you out first. A hurdle he decided to take this year.

In his first draft of a date idea, he wanted to invite you out to dinner, but that was strongly vetoed by his wallet. Thus, a simple coffee would have to do for now. He shifted slightly, tapping the tip of his shoe on the floor to find an angle with which to direct the conversation where he needed it. Lucky for him, you did it yourself, although not in a way he hoped.

“Mikoshiba asked me out over Christmas, by the way.”

Tsukishima grimaced. He hated both the thought and the easy-going redhead, who all too much reminded him of the former Nekoma captain.

“Ah.”, he said, looking at a despicably jolly Santa bauble in the box sat on the top of the stepladder. An internal battle between wanting to ask for details and immediately smack-talking the other guy rose in his chest. Again, you made it easy for him.

“I didn’t go, though.”

“Hm. How come?”

You finally got the end of the garland off the wall, with no help from the tall boy, who could have grabbed it without effort.

He was met with a shrug.

“Not really my type. And he asked me out for coffee, which, I dunno, just feels pretty uninspired for a first date. I get that it’s a classic, but I wouldn’t mind some creativity.”, you hopped back onto the floor, “Plus, cafés around here are super overpriced.”

“Right.”

After trying your best to stuff the long prickly decoration into the box, you went to put it all away and, looking over your shoulder, you saw that he hadn’t moved from his spot next to the ladder where you left him.

You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but something about him was off today. More so than usual. Box in your arms, you came to a halt in front of a closed door. You turned on your heel, tilting your head in question.

“Could you open the door to the supply closet, please?”, you asked sweetly, since there was no indication he would be coming to your aid. He seemed deep in thought.

“Hm? Oh, yeah. Sure.”

It only took him three steps with those long legs to reach you. Before he pushed down the door handle, however, he said, “There is a limited New Year’s hot bun out at the convenience store.”

You blinked in confusion.

“Okay?”

“It’s one with sweet potato noodles and stuff. You like those.”

“I… I do. Thanks, I’ll check it out.”

The door remained closed, his hand still on the handle.

“There is a two-for-one sale.”, he went on after a pause.

You frowned, so completely lost as to the point of this conversation because it was obviously not informing you of a banging sale. “... Nice.”

He suppressed an impatient click of his tongue. This was going horribly, how dense could someone be?

“We can go together.”, he said.

“Alright…?”

“Like… today. I’m going there now anyway. I wouldn’t mind if you came along.”

“Uhm. Okay, yeah, I can do that.”

“Okay.”

“So are you gonna open this door any time soon or…”

“Right.”

Tsukki didn’t speak much with you as you headed to the convenience store. He pointed out a dog in a sweater for no reason at all and then went silent again. You still couldn’t figure out why he wanted you to come with him. Usually, he avoided any unnecessary social situation and in your opinion, this was as unnecessary as it got. You were roughly 94 percent sure he could handle getting the buns by himself.

“We should just eat here while we’re at it.”, he said as the glass doors slid open.

Maybe he had trouble with his roommate again and wanted to prolong going home, you speculated. In that case, you were pretty touched that he preferred your company over having none at all.

Food was gathered and warmed up and you took the two free seats at the small wooden table by the onigiri shelf. Watching you struggle to open a can of soda for a few seconds he took it from you with a surprisingly gentle, “Here. Let me.” then set it back down in front of you.

“Thanks.”

You ate in silence. Some current chart songs were coming from the overhead radio and you lightly bobbed your head along as you bit happily into the delicious hot bun. Tsukki placed a fried dumpling he had picked out as well on the plastic lid of your open container. “Try these. They’re good.”

“Famks.”, you mumbled through stuffed cheeks of sweet potato noodles and stuff, then eyed him suspiciously as you swallowed.

Either he was trying to discreetly poison you or, “Tsukki… is … is this a date?”

“What? No.”, he said quickly and lowered his head when the store clerk looked over.

“Oh okay. Just making sure.” You went back to the food, spearing the dumpling with your chopsticks but keeping an eye on him.

“If it were, it would be definitely more creative than a café though, right?”

You paused midair to your bite.

“So this is a date.”

“Yes. - No. I dunno. Don’t make it weird, okay?”

You slowly spun the dumpling around, studying Tsukki’s pink ear tips.

Never in a million years would you have guessed that this guy, who never had a nice word for anyone and less enthusiasm than a snail on a Sunday afternoon, could ever ask you out.

You considered him for a moment. He was pretty cute the way he avoided your gaze now. It was worth a try.

“Do you… like jazz?”

Tsukki squinted at you in disbelief.

“What’s wrong with you?”, he furrowed his brow but was unable to hide a relieved chuckle in there.

“Well, it was getting awkward so when in doubt, Bee Movie to the rescue.”, you laughed in your defense.

He finally cracked a proper smile and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Agh, okay, the next date is going to be better, I swear.”

You both nodded and grinned quietly at your dumplings, then continued to eat.

a/n: 🥺🥺🥺 dear anon, thank you so so much for that sweet message and I apologize about the delay! I hope you enjoyed this story nonetheless 🌟

Also borrowing Mikoshiba for this aka the only straight character from Free!

[kmt123whatsthetea]

Fred and George Weasley headcanon

What would they be like with the new employee at Weasley Wizard Wheezes?

A/N: until I get any ideas, I'm going to try writing shorts and headcanons. If you have any requests for shorts or requests for stuff they’d do with the reader etc, I’ll be more than happy to write them.

T/W: NSFW, Our favourite twins being pervy, maybe slightly dark (unknown ownership and the reader is innocent and unaware of the pervy twins’ antics), spanking, pinching, groping, nicknames, praise, drugging? (mentions of aphrodisiacs, sex pollen, and love potions), Smell kink? (like perfume and scent sniffing)

Both twins

- They’d be all over you, fact

-At first, they thought you didn't mind their attention, but then it dawned on them that you were innocent enough to not notice (that didn't stop them)

-One would ask you to bend down and get something or stand on the step ladder to reach higher stock, the other would be enjoying every glimpse of your underwear

-They would definitely get you a uniform, which would be a very short skirt and a top that shows a lot of skin (they just tell you that its standard uniform and that some of the products stain clothes)

-And if your uniform is ‘crooked’, they’ll happily adjust it for you

-You were so eager for the job that you barely even read your contract (luckily for them)

-In small print was a paragraph that stated that you belonged to them and that they could do anything they wanted to you, ANYTHING

-Making mistakes has its advantages

They won't dock your pay or give you a warning, they’ll just pinch your thighs or give your ass and pussy spanks until you learn your lesson (Fred started this punishment)

-If a customer takes a liking to you or tries to make a move, the twins will slip him some puking pastilles (they have their ways)

-If a customer is mean, they’ll let you sit on one of their laps whilst they comfort you (again, this customer will be getting some puking pastilles for making their favourite girl upset)

-Anything new they make, they try on you (or so they tell you. They only want you to test the new line of ‘potions’ that they have made *cough* aphrodisiac and a sex pollen potions *cough*)

-At first, they wanted to compete for you, but they realised that two heads are better than one

-If Ron comes in and tries to make a move, they bar him from entering (until Molly finds out and sends them a howler)

-They’re waiting for the right moment to spike you with a love potion

Fred Weasley

-Fred is more handsy

-If your thigh is showing, his hands are already there

-If you’re on the stepladder, he will definitely grope your ass and tell you that he's making sure you don't fall

-One of his sneaky tricks involves dropping a small box that has small pieces inside onto you, he's just hoping that some of those pieces will fall out between your tits and he’s more than happy to reach between them to get them out

-If its George’s day off and a customer makes you upset, you will have to hold him back because he will whip his wand out (his magic wand, you dirty minds)

-He’s more possessive of you, and more handsy, and meaner (he will make sure you make a mistake just to punish you)

-Fred has taken a liking to calling you Kitten

George Weasley

-George is sweeter

-He can be just as sneaky as Fred, but he’ll praise you more often than he’ll punish you

-If you get tired when you stand at the till, he won't let you use the chair. As far as he’s concerned, you’re only allowed to sit on his lap or not sit at all (so he’ll just sit down and make you sit on his lap)

-If a customer is mean to you, George will stroke your hair (whilst you’re on his lap) and press small kisses to your cheek, which you think he’s doing to make you smile but he’s doing it cause he loves how you smell

-There have been times where you pout to him about Fred’s punishments, but he just strokes your hair and pretends to feel sorry, saying something like “you should have been a good girl and then Fred won't pinch those pretty little thighs”

-If you come to work and it's raining outside, George will let you change into a shirt of his whilst your clothes dry (he won't wash that shirt, he’ll keep it and smell it whilst his hand works wonders *wink* *wink*)

-George has taken a liking to calling you bunny

[memorabxlia]

First Christmas ━ 민규

genre: fluff summary: Mingyu’s determined to make his baby’s first Christmas unforgettable warnings: est relationship, mentions parenthood, mentions christmas traditions pairing: nonidol!mingyu x fem!reader wc: 1.8k a/n: FIRST FIC FOR THE EVENT LET’S GOOO!!! I know we’re starting off a little shaky but trust me there are more to come!!! enjoy lovelies!! ♡︎♡︎ nets: @blossomnet @k-labels @k-films

The house is quiet, filled only with the gentle hum of holiday music as you open the box of decorations you and Mingyu bought earlier in the week. It’s your first Christmas as a family of three, and even though your baby is too young to remember, there’s something about this holiday that feels new, magical, and deeply significant. This isn’t just another December 25th—it’s the start of a lifetime of Christmases together.

You glance over at Mingyu, who’s unfolding a tangled string of Christmas lights with the determination of a man on a mission. He’s been excited about decorating since the start of September, brainstorming ideas for the tree, the garland, even the perfect place to hang stockings. You watch, smiling, as he wrangles the lights into submission, his enthusiasm contagious.

“Mingyu, you know the baby isn’t going to remember all of this, right?” you tease, holding up a sparkling ornament shaped like a star.

He looks up with a mischievous grin. “I know, but we will,” he says, glancing over at the baby, lying in a soft blanket on the floor, gazing up at the lights in wide-eyed wonder. “And besides, look at them—they’re already enchanted.”

You can’t help but smile. Your child’s tiny hands reach up toward the glimmering lights, their eyes fixed on the sparkling colors. It’s a small moment, but you feel its weight in your heart. Mingyu settles beside you on the floor, passing you ornaments, and together you marvel at how much has changed in a single year.

“Okay, you win,” you whisper, nudging him playfully. “Let’s make this the best Christmas they’ll never remember.”

He grins, handing you a tiny reindeer ornament. “This one should go up high—so it catches the light, don’t you think?”

Laughing, you find a place on the tree for each ornament he hands you. Every now and then, Mingyu leans down to make silly faces at the baby, who giggles with delight. It’s a simple, perfect scene, one that feels like something out of a holiday movie. The two of you move in an easy rhythm, hanging ornaments and sharing soft laughter as you create a cozy holiday home for your growing family.

When the tree is fully decorated, Mingyu drags a stepladder over to string lights around the room. You watch as he hums to himself, casting quick glances at the baby to see their reaction to each new twinkle of lights. The room fills with a warm glow, transforming the space into something magical, and you realize that these are the memories you’ll treasure forever.

Later that evening, you settle into the couch together, the baby nestled between you, gazing up at the lights with sleepy eyes. Mingyu wraps his arm around your shoulders, and you sit in comfortable silence, watching the twinkling lights as a sense of contentment fills the room.

But even as you sit there, Mingyu’s eyes dart toward the small pile of gifts already collecting in the corner. You can see the gears turning in his mind, his excitement building for the next part of the holiday preparations.

“Mingyu,” you murmur, sensing his thoughts, “don’t tell me you’re already thinking about more gifts.”

He looks at you sheepishly, giving a little shrug. “I just want it to be special,” he whispers, eyes bright with an enthusiasm that you know won’t be easy to contain.

And as you share a smile, you realize this is just the beginning of the adventure he’s about to embark on, driven by the desire to make this Christmas unforgettable.

The next morning, you wake to find Mingyu already up, browsing on his phone with a look of intense concentration. You tiptoe up behind him and peek over his shoulder to see him scrolling through an online store, where dozens of stuffed animals fill the screen, each one cuter than the last.

“Oh no,” you sigh, trying to stifle a laugh. “I thought we agreed that one or two gifts would be enough.”

Mingyu turns to you, his eyes sparkling with childlike enthusiasm. “But look at this one!” He shows you a picture of a plush penguin with a tiny scarf. “Don’t you think they’d love it?”

You raise an eyebrow, barely able to hold back your smile. “Mingyu, they’re not even going to remember this Christmas. How many stuffed animals does a six-month-old really need?”

He gives a soft, playful pout. “They may not remember, but we will. Besides, I want them to have the best holiday possible, even if they’re too little to know it yet.”

You sigh—not because you’re frustrated, but because you understand him completely. This is a first for both of you: not just the baby’s first Christmas, but your first chance to pour all your love and excitement into a holiday that now feels infinitely more meaningful. Mingyu, ever the sentimental one, is fully immersed in making it magical.

“All right,” you concede, folding your arms with a soft smile. “But let’s at least set a limit, or else this room is going to look like a stuffed animal zoo by Christmas Eve.”

He laughs, holding up his hands as if surrendering. “Deal. A ‘reasonable’ number of stuffies. I’ll keep it in check. Maybe.”

But as the days go by, you quickly realize that Mingyu’s idea of “reasonable” might be different than yours. Every time you pass a shop or holiday market, he pauses, eyes catching on every tiny bear, bunny, and penguin plush. Each one seems to call out to him, whispering, “Pick me!” You can’t help but laugh at his determination.

By mid-December, a steadily growing collection of plush animals takes shape in the living room. It starts with a reindeer and a tiny polar bear. Then, one day, you come home to find a delicate penguin perched beside the baby’s crib, and you just shake your head, knowing Mingyu was responsible.

One evening, as you’re tidying up, you catch him slipping a few more toys into a closet, his face guilty but delighted.

“Mingyu,” you say, hands on your hips, “we’re going to need an intervention soon.”

He laughs, closing the closet door with a soft click. “I just…can’t help it. This is our baby’s first Christmas,” he murmurs, his voice soft with wonder. “It feels like every gift is a little piece of love I can leave behind for them.”

You sigh, leaning into his shoulder. “Just promise me we’re stopping after this one last round.”

He smiles down at you with a gleam in his eye, one that suggests he might still have a few surprises up his sleeve.

And as Christmas Eve approaches, you start to suspect that “one last round” might have been a bit too optimistic.

Christmas Eve arrives, filling the house with warmth and holiday magic. The tree glows softly, filling the room with a gentle light, and there’s a quiet excitement in the air—a feeling that something wonderful is about to happen, even though you know your baby is too young to understand.

Mingyu has been particularly animated all day, flitting in and out of rooms, fiddling with last-minute decorations, and casting frequent glances toward the closet where he’s stashed the “reasonable” collection of gifts. You recognize that look: it’s the look of a man who’s done something just slightly mischievous and can barely contain his excitement.

After dinner, with the baby settled in your lap, you finally turn to him, arching an eyebrow. “All right, Mingyu. Are you going to show me what you’ve been hiding, or are we playing Christmas hide-and-seek?”

He grins, looking almost boyish as he rubs the back of his neck. “Promise you won’t be mad?”

“Depends,” you reply, trying to suppress a laugh. “If that closet is as full as I think it is, we might need to have a talk about what ‘reasonable’ really means.”

With a slightly guilty smile, Mingyu stands up and heads to the closet, beckoning you to follow. When he opens the door, you can’t help but gasp. The closet is packed—absolutely packed—with an assortment of plush animals, rattles, soft blankets, and toys in all shapes and sizes. There’s a mountain of bears, penguins, reindeer, and rabbits, all piled together in a chaotic but undeniably adorable heap.

“Mingyu!” you exclaim, trying to sound stern but failing to keep the laughter out of your voice. “How on earth did you manage to buy all of this without me noticing?”

He shrugs, a sheepish smile creeping across his face. “I…may have hidden a few things. But look! Can you imagine how cute they’ll look under the tree tomorrow morning?”

You cover your mouth, laughing at the thought. There’s something undeniably charming about the sight of this plush avalanche, each toy a little piece of his love. Seeing him now—eyes bright with excitement, utterly captivated by the holiday spirit—you can’t bring yourself to be upset. After all, this is Mingyu. He loves with his whole heart, and he always has a special way of showing it.

Together, you arrange the gifts under the tree, making small piles and positioning each plush animal with care. Mingyu takes his time, stepping back occasionally to admire his handiwork like a proud artist. When the baby wakes from a nap, you bring them over to show them the magical sight. They stare wide-eyed at the colors and shapes, their tiny fingers reaching out to touch a soft reindeer that Mingyu holds up. Their laughter fills the room, and Mingyu’s face lights up as if he’s witnessing pure magic.

“See?” he whispers. “They love it already.”

You watch him, warmth filling your chest. This isn’t just about the gifts; it’s about creating a home full of joy and love, where your child can grow up surrounded by warmth and care.

The next morning dawns softly, golden light streaming through the windows. You wake to the smell of coffee and the sight of Mingyu in the living room, arranging the presents with care. When the baby wakes, the three of you gather around the tree, sharing the wonder of Christmas morning.

One by one, you unwrap each gift. The baby giggles at the crinkling sound of wrapping paper, reaching out to touch each plush animal Mingyu hands them. Each gift is a reflection of his thoughtfulness and love, and the warmth of the morning fills you both with a quiet joy that words can’t describe.

Finally, you sit among the sea of toys, savoring the stillness. Mingyu reaches for your hand, a soft smile on his face.

“This,” he says quietly, “is the best Christmas gift I could ever ask for.”

You smile back, squeezing his hand. “And next year, there will be even more moments like this.”

As the day winds down, you and Mingyu sit together, wrapped in a blanket, talking about the future and dreaming of all the Christmases still to come.

Outside, snow begins to fall again, blanketing the world in quiet softness. And as the clock ticks closer to midnight, you close your eyes, content in the knowledge that this is only the beginning.

❥﹒ seventeen taglist: @amarecerasus

[always-just-red]

001 with raf would send me to the MOON 😭❤️ (don’t tell zayne i sent this 🤫)

😎 Don't worry. I've got you. *slides this over the table to you real casual so Zayne doesn't suspect a thing* (Also happy new year aaaaaaaa!!!) GUYS Christmas isn't over until I say it's over and it's not over until I get through these festive prompts, ok? 🥺 THE HOLIDAYS LIVE ON!!!

Under The Mistletoe

Rafayel x Reader 🔥🎄☃️❄️

Prompt #001: under the mistletoe, placed sneakily above a doorframe.

Warnings/additional tags: established relationship, teency bit of suggestion, a few joking references to gaslighting, injury (Raf I love you, I'm sorry I won't let you catch a single break!!!)

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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!

The moment you open the door, something falls. Or should you say… someone? There’s a clatter: heavy and metal. A thud, too— even an “ow!” You don’t know what you struck or toppled, but you do know it sounds bad.

“Rafayel?” You peek around his door, afraid to do any more damage by moving it.

The man is sprawled over the floor like a sad-looking starfish. Maybe a dead starfish? His eyes are closed, but his chest rises and falls, rises and falls; you haven’t killed him yet. “Are you okay?” you ask, stepping the rest of the way into his home and pushing the door closed behind you. “Raf? Rafayel? You still with me?”

His eyes open: rock pools swirling with a momentary disturbance, but then settling, still. “Hey,” he says, once the waters are calm and full of your reflection.

Hey? That’s it? “What are you doing?”

He props himself up on his elbows, wincing. “Oh, you know… art stuff.” When you lift an eyebrow, he clarifies: “Tryna get a new perspective from down here. You get it.”

Glancing around, there’s no half-completed artwork, nor painting strung to the ceiling (though that wouldn’t much surprise you). “Perspective on what?”

“Uhh. The world?”

“And how’s the world looking from down there?”

“… Different?”

“Insightful.”

“Yeah, I know.”

So he’s not going to cooperate? Fine; this is hardly the first time you’ve walked into his studio and had to play detective. Ignore his narrowed eyes, just begging you to contradict him. You crouch down, stroking your chin. There was that metal sound, remember? And a stepladder is lying nearby. Why would he—? Your eyes follow the line of the doorway, roaming up, up until…   

“Mistletoe, Raf? Really?”

He tuts. “That’s not mistletoe, cutie. It’s holly. Wishful thinking much? Gods…”

You stare at the plant fixed above your heads: its long, smooth-edged leaves and its berries, white like pearls. You’re not an idiot. That’s mistletoe. “Trying to gaslight me now?”

“What?” he gawks. “No!”

“You so are! Look at it, that’s—”

Suddenly his hands are over your eyes. “Don’t look at it, cutie. It’s holly, okay? You’re seeing things, trust me.”

“Raf!” you squeak. “That’s—” you can barely get the words out as you laugh, wriggling to get free— “that’s gaslighting! I know what I saw! It was—”

“Shhhh. You saw nothing.”

One hand is on your mouth now, stifling your protests. He shushes you as he pulls you back until you’re seated between his legs. His body is over and around you. You could nip at his fingers— could twist out of his arms and have him pinned to the ground in little more than a second— but it’s the holidays, so you let him have this one.

Eventually, his hands slip down, wrapping around you in a lazy hug. Your head lolls back against his shoulder. “It’s a shame it’s not mistletoe,” you say wistfully, gazing up at the ‘holly.’

“Yeah?” he asks, making you giggle again as his teeth graze your ear.

“Yeah. If it was, then we could…”

You trail off, angling your face until your lips meet his— almost. There’s an inch between you: a tiny space always full of longing, no matter how many times you close it. Seconds of longing, like every first time you see him. Minutes, hours: when you stand, meeting eyes across a crowded room and holding back on a rescue, because Thomas is watching, too.

Then there’s years. Years on a quiet, empty beach, picturing this, waiting for this.

A reunion.

Rafayel leans closer.

“Oh well!” you exclaim, going to move away from him.  

“No, no, no!” he stammers. “Wait! Wait, okay? Just let me… let me think for a second.”

You lean back against him, a smug smile on your lips as you study the mistletoe above you. You’re not the only one looking at it.

“It’s mistletoe,” Rafayel mumbles, barely audible.

“Huh? Say that again, sorry, I didn’t quite—”

“It’s mistletoe!” he groans.

You gasp: “It is?!”

“Plot twist, yeah?” His fingers are on your chin, turning your face back towards him. He chuckles as you let him kiss you this time: sweet and gentle, like a tide afraid to trespass on the shore.

It isn’t enough. “You know,” you say, drawing back and straightening his already-straight shirt collar, “now that you mention it, didn’t we see some of that stuff the other day? Somewhere else? The bedroom, maybe?”

He grins. “Now who’s gaslighting?”

You shut him up with another kiss, then break away from him, clambering to your feet. “You wanna check it out, or not?”

“Oh I do, I definitely do.”

And you’ve got a head start, so you might as well lead the way. You tiptoe around various messes— the fallen stepladder, and then the more traditional paint cans and brushes. Rafayel should catch-up to you, should be lifting you over this colourful obstacle course, but he doesn’t, and he isn’t.

You slow down to a stop, glancing over your shoulder.

The artist has rolled onto his front, his chin held up by his hands, and his eyes are the only things following you. You put your hands on your hips knowingly. “Hospital?” you ask.

“Hospital,” he agrees with a sheepish smile.

[asofspades]

This is the first post of may to come regarding items from the LU boys adventures, particularly I want to talk about items o would love to see mentioned in fics

We're starting off with Legend because he has a ton of items:

From alttp:

- cane of Byrna (creates a magic shield around him)

- cane of Somaria (creates blocks/platforms)

- magic cape (makes him invisible and immune to enemies)

- golden bee (attacks monsters, this one is just hilarious)

- Ether, quake and bombs medallions (I just think they're neat)

From the oracle games:

- seeds

- rings

- roc's cape

-Magnet (this one makes more sense in regards to FS link technically being magnetic in the game)

From link's awakening:

- Magic rod (works like the fire rod in a way, I love that he just has a rod for everything)

From ALBW:

- Hint glasses (to see hint ghosts and they're just so funny)

- Sand rod

- Tornado rod (the potential is unmatched)

From Triforce Heroes:

- Fire gloves (I haven't played this game but why did no one tell me he has gloves that shoot fireballs and create a fire shield, his potential for arson or an item of his being stolen for arson has increased exponentially)

- Water rod (he does have a rod for everything)

Okay, now onto Twilight

- Ball and chain (the mayhem wild could cause if he knew Twi has that thing)

- water bombs (you're telling me twilight has bombs that work underwater and we haven't made a single fic regarding that yet)

- Dominion rod (I just think it's neat, and we've seen it in the comic but barely in fics)

- Spinner (I love the spinner, imagine just a fic about them being in a random dungeon and all they need to get out is for him to spin on it in a mechanism, it's hilarious)

Next one is Hyrule:

From LOZ1:

- Magical rod (he has one as well, or is it actually legend's 🤔)

- Raft (dude legit used this to cross rivers, imagine he just pulls it out of nowhere to cross one, crackfic possibilities are unlimited)

- Stepladder (same as with the raft)

From Adventure of Link:

- Handy glove (everyone has power gloves or bracelets, this dude has a glove specifically for smashing stone blocks in dungeons, just perfect)

- Cross (it's a regular cross only it reveals invisible enemies that look like spirits, definitely not religiously inspired at all 😂)

- Link dolls (they have both fun and creepy potential)

Now onto Sky:

- Mogma mitts (he can dig and go through underground tunnels)

- Hook beetle (I love it and I think it should be more used in fics, put some respect on its awesomeness)

- Gust bellows (it releases wind gusts, think of the possibilities for fun fics)

- Whip (he has a whip, that's it, he's the only one in the chain who has a whip, he can use it to grab things and activate mechanisms that are far from him)

- Fire shield earrings (he's impervious to high temperatures)

It's Time's turn:

From OOT:

- Megaton hammer (let him smash things please)

- Hover boots (he can hover over nothingness with those)

- Golden gauntlets (these are used to extract pillars from the ground and throw them down so they break, destruction potential unmatched)

- Shard of agony (it allows you to see secrets like passages or locations, and it does it by releasing a low sounding tune the closer you get, the creepiness potential is amazing but it's also really useful)

- Din's fire (he could join the arson club with this ability)

- Nayru's love (he's now protected from damage until his magic energy runs out)

From Majora's Mask:

- pictograph box (he and wind can be pictograph buddies)

- Bremen Mask

-Blast Mask (let him blow things up please)

- Bunny hood

- Keaton mask ( imagine he just randomly makes a Keaton spawn, answers the question and gets a heart container to heal someone)

- Mask of truth (I love it's potential but it's always eclipsed by the lense of truth)

- Stone mask (you put this on, and guards just ignore you, 10/10)

- Gibdo mask (imagine time just walking up and casually chatting with a Gibdo)

- Giants mask (as the name implies, he becomes a legit giant, only it does rely on the magic meter)

Next up is Wind:

From Wind Waker:

- Telescope (let the pirate use his telescope)

- Grappling hook (he's the only one that has one and that is in addition to a hookshot)

- Pictobox (let him take pics you cowards)

- Deku leaf (he can use it to glide like Wild's parasail, or to release wind gusts)

- Skull hammer (let my boy smash stuff)

-Bait bag (I'd kill for a fic where the chain witnesses Wind mind controlling a seagull please)

It's now Four's time:

From Minish cap:

- gust jar (suck in air, release gusts of air...)

-Cane of pacci (I've seen a fic I think appreciating it and I think we need to tal more about it, it flips things over, Four uses it in holes in the ground to get propelled upwards)

- Mole mitts (he can dig now)

- Roc's cape

From Four Swords:

- Magnetic glove (because they're magnetic apparently, it's hilarious)

- Hammer (let them smash things up)

From Four Swords Adventure:

- Bombos and Quake medallions (yes, he uses those two in this game, imagine him just seeing Legend pull one of them out and he's like "oh, I used those in one of my adventures" and Legend is now having an even bigger crisis regarding Four)

And finally Wild:

I just think we don't dive into the potential of the elemental weapons in BOTW, that's all, and the Sheika tablet cryonis is one of the least exploited in fics (as far as I've seen)

I've been informed Warriors does have weapons, I want to see him use the ball and chain or the hammer now

[croquis-el]

I just want to get them as a gift

or

How Naruhodō knew about flowers

In addition to ladders and stepladders, which are the unofficial symbol of the franchise, there is another topic that receives a lot of attention.

Flowers and plants.

We know that Naruhodō inherited an amazingly resilient plant named Charlie, and how carefully he takes care of it, despite the fact that he does not remember its scientific name.

Is everything that sad?

思ったとおり、造花だ。

Just as I thought, it's an artificial flower.

ひまわりとチューリップ以外、 ぼくは花の名前は知らない。

I don't know the names of any flowers except for sunflowers and tulips.

お花がかざってあるよ。

ね。なんていうお花かな。

There are flowers on it.

Hey. I wonder what kind of flowers they are.

ひまわりでもチューリップでもないみたいだね。

It's neither a sunflower nor a tulip.

According to him, he can only tell tulips and sunflowers apart from all the different types of flowers. But! Case 4-5 gives us some additional information. Naruhodō learned what roses look like. Yey!

(バラの花、か････ キザな感じだな

(Rose flowers... how cheesy.)

There is another interesting point here.

Naruhodo uses the word きざ (気障) kiza - affected, smug, pompous, snobby, cheesy.

He literally says that pomposity and banality are in the spirit of Kirihito Garyu (Kristoph Gavin). Well, briefly about the true thoughts about the "friend".

何かしら? 成歩堂龍一。

その、手に持ったチューリップは。

What is it, Naruhodo Ryuichi?

What's that tulip in your hand?

チューリップ read as tulip

Even when Mei Karuma (Franziska von Karma) was hospitalized, he came to her with tulips. Ahem, with a tulip. One. (*quietly screams*) There is no indication of quantity in the sentence.

No wonder Mei was making fun of him. He could have at least bought a bouquet.

The houseplants are also a big sad story.

最高級の観葉植物だ。

It's a top-quality houseplant.

名前はわからないが、 どうせ高いんだろう。

I don't know the name, but it's probably expensive.

New classification! Let's write it down. Option 1: the expensive look houseplant. Option 2: a regular houseplant.

But! A poor understanding does not mean that a person does not like flowers.

向かいの花輪にくらべて、 さらにゴージャスだ。

It's even more gorgeous than the flower wreath opposite.

ゴージャス (gōjasu) - gorgeous

弁護士にも花輪があればいいのにな。

It would be nice if lawyers also had flower wreaths.

“成歩堂さ��江依頼人一同”････とか。

"All clients of Naruhodo-san"...or something like that.

Naruhodō used the word 花輪 (hanawa) - flower wreath, flower garland

花 (hana): flower

輪 (wa): ring, circle, wreath

Its usage and symbolism are very specific and closely related to various ceremonies (opening business, events, festivals).

Hanawa are a fairly formal way of expressing feelings. They are rarely given as a personal gift between friends (for this purpose, bouquets 花束 (hanataba) are used).

There is a hint of regrets.

いいのに (ii noni) : "It would be nice if..." or "It's a shame that..." This is an expression of regret, a wish that something were different.

When he saved clients from jail, but didn't get a thank you wreath :(

Flower arrangements are "gorgeous" in his opinion (a reference to Max Galactika from 2-3), so he obviously likes them a lot. Someone give him a bouquet of sunflowers, make a good boy happy.

[unclewaynemunson]

After Vecna is defeated and the world goes back to normal for good, Steve thinks he can get on with his life. And for a while that's exactly what happens: his scars heal and, against everything he would have ever expected, Eddie heals right beside him.

But a year later, his life gets turned upside down in a whole new way. He gets one more hit to the head. It's a stupid accident, really, something involving a broken lightbulb, an old stepladder and an unfortunate fall. He loses pretty much all his sight. His once expressive brown eyes become hollow shells, one staring right ahead and one turned sideways, but both equally useless.

At first, the darkness is scary. It's frustrating, to be robbed of one of the few things he could always rely on. He has to get to know the world around him in a whole new way. There are days when he hates it, days when he wants to stay in bed in his room forever. There are days when he wants to scream, even days when he wants to cut his own eyes out like Victor Creel did before him.

But slowly, little by little, he learns to live with it. He grows a new appreciation for beautiful music and good food, things that stimulate his other senses that he now relies more heavily on. He develops a sharp ear for people's voices and intonations to make up for the loss of seeing their facial expressions. Where he used to love seeing Robin's bright eyes and Dustin's excited smile, he now treasures the sound of Dustin's laughter and the scent of Robin's cologne.

The one thing he will never stop missing, though, is Eddie's face. The way his eyes light up when he smiles. The way his mouth curves into that mischievous grin that Steve once fell in love with. The way his fluffy curls cascade over his back. Those are the things he misses the most.

There's a lot that makes up for that loss: he can cling to Eddie's arm whenever he wants, without having to worry about people taking their affectionate touches the wrong way. He gets to rely on Eddie's helping hand and to bask in Eddie's scent. And, most importantly: he gets to listen to Eddie's voice all the time, when he describes what's happening around them in lively phrases and with passion in his voice like the true storyteller he is.

“Do you know that there's one thing you're always leaving out when you're describing things to me?” Steve asks him one day, when he feels Eddie's hands move through the air around them during his excited monologue about the orange cat that is currently visiting their garden, chasing after butterflies and going after its own tail in the flowerbeds.

“Huh?” Eddie sounds confused.

“You're always leaving out the most important part,” Steve continues. He lifts his hand and slowly moves it to find Eddie's face. He feels his curls underneath his fingertips, then slides them further over Eddie's features.

“What do you mean, Stevie?”

“You never mention how you look. Only what you see. But if I could see, I'd be looking at you, Eddie. I'd watch your face. I can still remember that curve of your mouth, that crease between your eyebrows...” He lets his hand linger on the places he mentions. “But it's all becoming less clear. I'll never see it again. I don't wanna lose that.”

Steve feels his hand getting covered by another one, lets his fingers be guided across Eddie's cheek.

“You won't,” Eddie tells him softly. “There's no way I'll let you lose that.”

Steve can already feel the change in temperature underneath his fingers before Eddie speaks.

“I'm blushing right now, Stevie. Cause of what you said. And...” He guides Steve's hand further down over the uneven skin of his scarred cheek. “I'm smiling. Just a little bit. Not that wide smile I have when I'm messing with you, but the smaller one, the one that's just for you.”

Eddie squeezes his hand before he lets go. A moment later, his lips brush softly against Steve's, something that's not quite a kiss. Steve can feel that Eddie is about to pull back before it becomes anything more, but he presses back into Eddie's space, chases his warm lips with his own, and wraps his arms around Eddie's body to pull him closer.

Kissing is best without looking anyway.